#and they were always really bad rides u were surprised u survived

[thebrightmillenial]

✈︎ 𝙢 𝙮 𝙩 𝙖 𝙙 𝙖 𝙨 𝙝 𝙞 𝙝 𝙘 ' 𝙨

C o n s t a n t u p d a t e s

Tadashi is asexual greyromantic with the preference of all genders.

Despite his brilliant, golden child reputation, he is the total opposite during prank wars. His pranks are often explosive to the point even Hiro sometimes wonders how someone like Tadashi even pulled it off.

He loves the warmth of fireplaces. They make him feel relaxed and also bring pleasant memories of his parents – sitting by the fireplace and playing board games is a great example.

He has the entire Hamada Brothers book memorized and somehow never fails.

He is competitive while playing videogames. He doesn't ever lose a Mario Kart game though. Whether it's on a Wii or a DS, he always wins. And that always ends with a showdown between Tadashi and Fred – who claims he can beat him (he really can't)

He isn't very fond of wings. He prefers pizza – as long as it doesn't include fish or pineapple/any sort of fruit in it. He finds it insulting as a pizza lover.

He is autistic and left-handed. He has cursive handwriting – the same one he learned in primary school – and he tends to hyperfixate. He also is equally excited over comic books, as Fred is, he just avoids showing it.

He will be happy wearing plaid. If there is something he can't live without besides his SFIT hat, blazer and cardigan combo, is plaid. His plaid pajamas especially. He just loves plaid so much.

Tadashi didn't program Baymax to act drunk when he had low battery. In fact, Tadashi not once let his battery drain, therefore he was caught by surprise when it actually happened before his eyes.

Would he be in the team, his suit would be bronze, because his favorite color is a coppery orange. He just loves any shade of orange and brass.

Tadashi quit karate when he turned seventeen, just months before starting at SFIT. He had started karate when he was five and the last time he taught Hiro karate himself, Hiro was nine and Tadashi sixteen.

Tadashi isn't fond of rides. They often make him feel uneasy. Yet his suit would have had a glider, which had been Hiro's idea. He found out the hard way.

Tadashi started SFIT at the age of seventeen and is on a five year course within the branch of robotics and medical engineering. He wanted to revolutionize the medical industry which has been a dream after his parents died.

Tadashi's parents died in a car crash that he and Hiro were in, both surviving. They were sent to Cass a year later, who was their mom's sister.

He is really good at archery. He can also bake very well, yet he can't cook to save his life.

Tadashi is so fussy when someone gets hurt. Hiro trips down the stairs? It's not that bad? He would make sure that his brother's foot is properly cared for and nobody can stop him when he gets like this. GoGo should know. He always fixed her or anyone caught in the crossfire of the "no brakes electromag bike".

He gives the best advice and hugs but doesn't always follow his own advice.

He loves singing along to his favorite songs – Hiro ironically called him a Disney princess because of that, which he merely looked at him flatly and shrugged, telling him he was. — not my headcanon

He actually really enjoys taking selfies with Honey Lemon. He has an entire book of just crazy pictures he and Honey (and sometimes the rest of the team) have together

He and Honey Lemon are very platonic and if they were ever in a relationship, it would be a queer platonic relationship. They get along so well and are cuddle buddies.

Tadashi started to wear glasses after a while, but he often prefers to wear contacts. He just finds glasses a little bothering.

Tadashi is often the peacemaker, but if it ever concerns his brother's safety, then exceptions maybe have to be made.

He and Wasabi are very similar when it comes to organizing themselves, only Tadashi is more lenient. He allows some mess as long as it gets taken care of later. He also spends at least twenty minutes polishing his moped on a daily basis.

He actually likes Mochi a lot and Mochi liked him too. Sometimes during movie nights, he and Hiro would cuddle with Aunt Cass to watch a movie and Mochi would lay at his feet.

He is scares of large bodies of water. It just isn't it for him.

He can't draw anything other than stick men. He still loves doodling them, even then. Just for no reason too.

He is allergic to walnuts and hazelnuts. Not severely though, but he still can't eat it without getting a reaction. It's funny because his father also had a walnut allergy.

Tadashi likes learning new things so he tries anything he can possibly find. Archery, candle-making. Only thing he'd be a little hesitant to try are those that can cause life threatening situations such as parachuting and flying with Hiro on Baymax.

His favorite go to pizza is pepperoni, mushroom and black olives and he doesn't get anything from McDonald's merely because of his allergies. He is too cautious.

Tadashi was scared of the dark until he was thirteen years old.

[silvanable]

OMG I'M SO HAPPY I SEE U AGAIN ON MY FEED AND NOW YOU ALSO TAKE REQUESTS FOR TWST💞💗💕💓❤️❣️🧡💙💚💗💕💕💞💘💝Uhmm... i need to calm down🥺. Can i ask for a hc for Leona, Jamil and Ruggie with a gn s/o who is basically the twst version of mulan? Sorry if i ask for too much🥺 Love you and take care of yourself❤️

bless you, you wonderful doll! please don’t calm down. i found twst right before halloween and by the following morning it had consumed what remained of my soul.

i’m so glad you’re coming with requests and i absolutely adore this idea. mulan was one of my favorite disney ‘princesses’ as a kid because she was absolutely badass.

i’m literally taking this as is, so the boys’ s/o is mulan 2.0 with a twist wink wonk.

and a bonus at the very end for all you lovelies about twst mulan!

↪  GUIDELINES

— JAMIL VIPER

jamil never honestly paid them much mind in the beginning, mostly because he was babysitting watching over kalim.

he probably started to notice them more when they started participating in club sports and the magishift tournaments.

the reason they start interacting because one of their lizards, their asian water monitor to be exact, ended up getting out and saving jamil from a beetle.

queue them running up, heaving a massive lizard in their arms, and apologize for starting jamil mistaking his yell of fear for the beetle for their fear of their scaly baby.

the two strike up a conversation and sort of hit it off after that point, more or less because they constantly come up to him when they see him and start talking afterwards.

jamil has the underlying inferiority after constantly having to put himself below kalim, therefore doesn’t do well with those who look down on him or challenge his worth.

with his s/o, they understand that feeling because everything they have done in life was to fight and prove themselves of being someone worthy.

knowing about each other’s pasts and how each of them has to fight to be even glanced at as someone worrying is part of what brings them together.

the both of them have a lot of untapped or unrecognized potential but it would get better.

the two of them compliment each other in many ways and tend to be the leverage the other can use to bring out the best of themselves.

jamil is the type to actually train with his s/o, while he might not be trained in the same swordsmanship art as them, it’s an enjoyable moment for him because it’s just him and his s/o.

most time it happens he just stumbles upon his s/o practicing and joins in, as much as he loves watching it feels far more intimate to participate in their training because it’s almost like a dance between opponents.

jamil braids his own hair with magic and having a s/o who also has long hair, he would offer to do their hair for them rather happily, be it with or without magic, but he does enjoy running his fingers through their dark hair.

if his s/o asks him if they can braid his hair, he might just pass on to the next life right then and there. catch his s/o decorating his hair with unique trinkets from their home too.

jamil has grown up at the constant service of other people, so his s/o offering to do something for him is not only surprising but extremely heartwarming.

and sharing similar backgrounds he and his s/o would do small services for each other as a sort of show of their affection for one another.

as a person who keeps lots of reptiles, they introduce all of their scaly babies to jamil rather early on, if only to say they have a special fondness for even their beloved viper.

— LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

of course he found them annoying at first but it’s also not every day someone dares to square up with him. he’s used to submission and compliance from others out of fear.

he finds them overly annoying but they always seemed to run into each other until one day they actually got to talking.

turns out they were quite dedicated to their family.

leona has never had a great relationship with his family, so he doesn’t quite understand how someone could be so devoted to their family to put themselves in harm’s way for them.

is not always the most respectful of his dearest s/o but when he steps too far out of line you can bet they’re setting him straight again.

leona is extremely impressed with his s/o skills, particularly their swordsmanship.

these two are literally yin and yang when it comes down to it, opposites but they perfectly balance each other out to keep each other in check.

he likes to watch them practice on the ground after classes when he’s lounging and napping. they always have such an adorably serious expression and appear almost as if they’re dancing.

absolutely will drag his s/o from their practice to nap with him in the gardens.

other times he just plops in their lap while they’re reading or studying.

is actually very impressed, if not a little jealous, of their defensive magically abilities.

leona’s specialty is ancient curses. his s/o specialty is defensive magic, particularly against curses.

not that he would ever throw a curse at them but his s/o has already proven to break more than a few of his little testers for them.

learns about their background somewhere down the line of being together.

his s/o was very reluctant to talk about it given that he was a prince, so trying to explain the work and hardships they had to endure to support and protect their family, particularly their father, seemed like a bad conversation.

leona is actually very attentive when they finally open up and it makes more sense to him the more he hears.

he understands to a degree, but again he never had to struggle with wealth or safety, nor did he have the same dedication to his family due to childhood complications. 

— RUGGIE BUCCHI

found them interesting right off the bat. they were peculiar in ways he couldn’t quite place.

really started to like them when they told leona off one time. ruggie expected them to back down from the savanaclaw dorm leader when he started growling but they did not.

much like leona and his s/o— these two are a balance of each other, yin and yang, and his s/o often likes to remark.

his laid back and carefree nature does clash with their dedicated nature though. it’s a problem sometimes, especially when it comes to why his s/o works so hard.

it’s times like those that ruggie finds he doesn’t know a lot about his s/o, particularly their past. which he understands, as he’s sensitive about his own too, but still his s/o is a mystery to him.

it does take a lot for his s/o to open up about what they’re so focused and determined to become a great mage. and it turns out it’s all for their family, particularly their father.

that brings a new side of them to light for ruggie, brings him to admire them that much more because all their goals were never really for them.

genuinely sees a lot of similarity between him and his s/o’s pasts, sure they’re different but both of them had to learn and adapt to survive—whether it be for themselves or for those around them.

loves his s/o unique magic, being quite a prankster himself, ruggie has thought of 101 uses for his s/o magic that does not involve its usual purpose like roasting marshmallows.

however he does not like being in it’s path as he has been singed by it before ( of no fault of his s/o since they did warning him ).

in awe at his s/o swordsmanship and talent at defensive magic but doesn’t admit it.

he likes to watch but tries to be sneaky about it. getting caught causes his cheeks to tint pink and he will absolutely brush any and everything his s/o says about him staring off.

his s/o culture is vastly different from the one he knows from the afterglow savanna. so he’s curious.

will absolutely ask his s/o to prepare him tea or cook a dish from their home, whether or not they are a decent cook he will eat whatever the offer.

— HEADCANONS ABOUT THIS TWST!MULAN

dresses rather ambiguously leaning masculine but can absolutely slay a skirt and heals.

everyone at night raven college actually thought they were a guy for the longest time until a conversation struck up and they mentioned they were actually nonbinary.

everyone swears their unique magic is shapeshifting because they change their presentation, style, and outfits so beautifully but literally everyone never knows what they’ll look like next.

luxurious, soft hair that’s darker than a starless night. often tied up to keep it out of their face.

red is their signature color.

their father is very frail and was deemed medically unfit to preform his job, so his dear child took his place to support their family.

the only reason they’re even a nrc is because their family persuaded them to go & eventually they agreed if just to have a way to support their family and make them proud.

from an ancient line of warriors in the war against dark magic, users were renowned for their skill with a blade and their magic against curses.

best class is obviously defense magic, more grounded in combat against curses, but no one has beat them on the defense yet anyways.

also exceptionally skilled with a sword. practices daily before or after classes to keep those skills sharp.

floyd calls them “sea dragon” ( shīdoragon-chan ) after the leafy sea dragon.

reptiles freaking love them. is constantly being stalked by some scaly friends. and yes, they absolutely do talk to them all.

on that note they also have so many reptiles in their room. whoever their poor dorm leader is, better pray for them, because it’s not uncommon for a scaly friend to get out of their enclosures and wander around looking for their master.

is a member of the horse riding club.

unique magic would be called dragon’s guidance and it’s incantation is: “ancestors hear my plea, bring honor to my family and watch over me. dragon’s guidance.” 

the magic brings to life a chinese dragon made from the sparks of fireworks from their hands. ( if you’ve ever seen the fellowship of the rings, imagine the firework dragon merry and pippin set off. or a similar firework dragon george & fred weasley from harry potter set off in the fifth movie ).

it acts as a sort of ‘guide’ towards their goal ( for example, finding the way out of the woods if they are lost ).

however their unique magic also has other purposes, as it can act like a signal flair, works well for parting thick crowds ( no one wants to get burned after all ), or a light source briefly before the sparks fizzle out.

[dantelionwishes]

GENERAL

1. Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

2. Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

3. What was their first kiss like?

4. Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

8. Who gets jealous easier?

1. Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

The right answer would be that it’s a joint decision, but surprisingly enough, it was Cyrus! It was him because Poppy wanted to give Cyrus time to think and didn’t want to push him. I mean, the two had a showdown and broke down everything Cyrus stood for and built from the ground soOOOO

SOME BACKSTORY LORE TO ADD: (im so sorry its so long, skip to number 2 if you don’t want to read this–)

After defeating and capturing Giratina, Poppy (with Cynthia) leaves the distortion world and Cyrus himself is left in the alternate dimension since he says it’s almost “jail” enough if it’s some kind of punishment for his own deeds. Poppy points out that the MasterBall he used to capture Giratina was the one Cyrus gave him, reminding Cyrus that he gave it to him as “a promise to meet again.” So Poppy releases Giratina (although still bound to the ball) and places it in Cyrus’ hand. Poppy asks Giratina to take care of Cyrus for him (so right here, Cyrus both has Poppy’s Giratina and his scarf in the lonely distortion world). 

Cyrus stays in the distortion world (surviving because of the whole time and space doesn’t exist there) and Poppy visits every now and then! Cyrus, at the beginning, usually started hiding from Poppy in hopes that he wouldn’t find him there, but Giratina would always either pick up Cyrus and drop him to Poppy/ Giratina would pop up to Cyrus with Poppy riding on its back. Sooner or later after a few visits, Cyrus really starts anticipating these visits. Instead of hiding for the purpose of really being hidden away, he starts hiding almost playfully to challenge Poppy into finding him himself (without Giratina’s help) The one time this happens prolly creates some romantic tension when Poppy does find him HEEHDGHGHJD

The next visit is a bit tense on Cyrus’ side because Poppy is late/hasn’t visited in awhile. He starts thinking bad things, how his emotions have made him soft and is now waiting for the guy who tore him down both on the outside and inside. But at the same time, he’s a bit sad that he’s not visiting, saying that it might be better if that oaf forgot him, like how he forgets everything else…Poppy does arrive! Poppy questions why Cyrus looks so miserable, and much to his embarrassment, openly admits that yes, he did miss him and was wondering if he abandoned/ever coming back TENDER MOMENT CHOO CHOO Poppy offers, once again, for Cyrus to leave with him and he replies that he’s still not ready (still burdened with unnecessary feelings HJSGJSH)

“Not ready….for what?”

CYRUS DOESN’T SPECIFY……but we fuckin know its not just about being ready to face the world again but its also hes nOT READY TO ADMIT HIS GROWING FEELINGS WAHSGJHJEUHJSDH [EXPLODES]

2. Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

First official date, huh? Both weren’t a fan of the cold, and Poppy wanted to visit Cyrus’ hometown so they went around the Sunyshore area! Cyrus was still too embarrassed/ashamed to return to his hometown, so they settled for a date at  the Valor Lakefront. It was calm, had a seven-star restaurant, and was perfect for their slow pace!!

They enjoyed their meal and each other’s company, and at some point encountered a trainer who recognised Poppy and wanted to battle him! Poppy wanted to decline at first since it would be interrupting their date, but another trainer showed up and offered a double battle!! This was probably the first time they battled together as a pair, too :^DDD At the end of the day, they enjoyed the beachfront and watched the sunset together before reserving a room to sleep in at Hotel Grand Lake <3 

3. What was their first kiss like?

OK IM CONTINUING FROM THE LORE DUMP ABOVE: At some point, Cyrus actually comes out himself (LMAO get it) and Poppy is bout to enter the portal through turnback cave that you can access in sendoff spring, but sees someone already there AND ITS CYRUS WITH GIRATINA AND SHAYMIN HWOAHWAOAWH

Poppy sees Cyrus smile, enjoying himself with the two Pokémon’s company, literally drops everything, running to tackle hug him. OH THE TYPICAL ANIME FLOWERS RISE FROM THE IMPACT AND THEYRE ON THE MEADOW NOW HJGJHHJHJFG

Cyrus is obviously surprised that Poppy was there, telling him to get off because he’s heavy. Poppy is just kinda grinning cockily like “oh sorry I wasn’t thinking, anyway wow ur here u did it!!” kinda thing and Cyrus admits that he thought things through well enough and was confident to “come out” (aha–)

POPPY ACCIDENTALLY SEES THIS AS “COMING OUT TO HIM” AND KISSES HIM WHJHJDGHJASJA Cyrus is shocked but really likes the kiss!!! buT THEN HES LIKE 

“YOU BUFFOON I MEANT COMING OUT OF THE DISTORTION WORLD–”

“Oh. Ok but. You kissed back though.”

“………………..”

4. Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

For Cyrus, first relationship and kiss especially since he’d rejected the concept of emotion almost his whole life OOF

For Poppy, first boyfriend! He’s bisexual, but has only had experience with dating girls until Cyrus :^) He’s been attracted to other guys before, but never really dated them officially hehe 

8. Who gets jealous easier?

HE WOULD NEVER ADMIT IT, BUT CYRUS JSDGHJSJHDDFFJG Poppy is more protective while Cyrus is more possessive! 

“You have an incomplete spirit and are therefore not worthy.” [grabs poppy] “Now, if you will excuse us–”

[knight-queen]

Lunatic Parade Kanato Sakamaki – (Chapter 3)

[Chapter 1]  [Chapter 2]  [Chapter 3]  [Chapter 4]  [Final]

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Place: ホテル•モーントシュタイン 客室 / Hotel • Mortstein  Guest room

Kanato: Don’t you think...it’s weird?

Yui: Eh, what’s weird…?

Kanato: The people of the street that we came across.

To them, what kind of person we are….

I am feeling like we are being tested by everyone we’ve met.

Yui: (The shopkeeper of the apple pie, Aji san…)

(If you think about it, it feels like they all are more likely to know what kind of conclusion we would make.)

Perhaps you're right…. 

Kanato: I bet, the whole city is becoming judges for testing us.

Yui: But, what are they wanting to do in reality?

Kanato: Somehow, it’s interesting to see us running left and right, no?

Honestly, they all have bad personalities.

Yui: (No, I wonder…?)

Certainly they are judging us but…

But, I don’t think everyone would just want to make fun of us…

Kanato: Noo, I am sure they are.

You’re also aware of father’s personality, aren’t you?

So they just wanna make us mad and take it as an entertainment.

Yui: (Everyone in the city is judging and testing on us...is that really true…?)

I am...Fuaa…

(ーkh, no I can’t yawn yet…!)

Kanato: Fufu, you are sleepy right.

Yui: Yes...sorry.

Kanato: I don’t mind really.

Basically, we returned back here while carving for a rest, so let’s do it.

Yui: Thank you...then, it should be fine to have a sleep...fuwaa…

*Kanato lies down*

Yui: (...Ha, I am tired before I even noticed it.)

(I can’t allow it. I must not make him worry…)

*Kanato gets closer*

Yui: Ka- Kanato kun…!?

(He is cuddling closer with me…!?)

Kanato: Fufu,Are you being shy? Or….you hate it?

Yui: N- no…! I don’t hate it but….

(I am nervous…)

Kanato: Hey….are you having fun now?

Yui: Eh…?

Kanato: Because, isn't this situation difficult…

It’s a special parade, but we have to search around here and there to get your heart…

If we don't do that, I think we can't enjoy ourselves in the parade...

Yui: (...Kanato kun…)

….Don’t worry. We’ll come here again to have fun.

Kanato: ….Yui san…

*Yui forwarded her pinky finger*

Yui: Let’s do a pinky swear. We’ll come here again to have fun that time, promise?

Kanato: ...You’re right.

*Kanato joined his pinky with her*

Yui: Fufu, then it’s a promise.

Kanato: Yes, ofcourse.

Yui: (He wants to visit the parade with me...I also think the same, Kanato kun.)

(I want this wish to come true someday. For that, we must get back the heart…)

Place: ???

Yui: ーkh…

(This is a dream…?)

(This place? I think I came here before…)

(ーOh that’s right. He kept my most precious heart with himself...This is why I came to parade…)

Suspicious Man: …….

Yui: (一Kh!? When did this person…?)

(And also I can’t see his face but...But he was here at that time too…)

U- um...Are you the one who snatched away my heart….?

Suspicious Man: Who knows.

Yui: 一kh, Pl- please say the truth…!

Suspicious Man: You are gonna regret later if you simply doubt me like this.

But isn’t that your wish or fulfillment? 

Yui: Eh…? What do you mean?

Suspicious Man: But you are already having that feeling, don’t you?

A heartless person like you, what kinda treatment you received from those vampires or something like that.

Yui: Ah….!

Suspicious Man: The society which is not entangled is very convenient to pass time here, right?

This is why I said ...“The things you are wishing and coming true” (1)

Yui: …….

(His words are not lie)

(However, it isn’t not what I was wishing…)

….I won’t be able to live if I don’t have my heart.

That’s why I must get back my heart no matter how.

Suspicious Man: Hmph...What are you exactly saying? You can survive if you have kleinod inside you.

Yui: You’re wrong. I heard that the kleinod won’t last long for a long time…

Suspicious Man: No, it’s not true. This kleinod is immortal.

Yui: (Eh…!?)

B- but! Everyone said that…

Suspicious Man: But that was the vampires (boy) who said it?

...Then, those words are facts too.

If this kleinod ended up being a permanent replacement for the heart, they won’t be able to suck delicious blood.

This will be very unfortunate to the boys.

Yui: Yo- you are just taking it wrong!

Kanato kun or everyone! I don’t think they would tell such a lie to me...no way…!

Suspicious Man: Are you really expecting it to be true?

Yui: Of course it is…!

Suspicious Man: Looks like you are very confident about them….no, about him.

Then I’ll properly teach you this lesson. Kleinod is immortal.

Yui: 一 Kh!?

Suspicious Man: If he really loves you, then he should be fine with this fact, am I wrong?

Yui: Th- that’s….一

*BG black*

Yui: (I have faith in Kanato kun…)

(When I met him very first, then all thing he cared about was my blood however)

(...He is different now.)

(He thought about me and decided to be by my side all the way…)

(Right, Kanato kun. It’s true, right…?)

???: ...一 Hey...are you hearing…

Yui: ….kh...hm…

*Screen back*

Place: Mornstein Hotel 一 Bedroom

Kanato: Ah...you finally wake up.

Yui: Kanato kun…

Kanato: Were you having a dream or something? You were making an awful noise.

Yui: Eh? Oh, I am sorry. I saw that dream again…

Kanato: Dream…? Oh that one. What did you see there?

Yui: Ah, um...actually, I haven’t remembered that well.

There was a man and that’s all...I remembered.

Kanato: Is that so?

Yui: Y- yes…

(I- I just lied to him…)

(Why? I thought I really trusted Kanato kun’s words.)

(If we fail in getting back my heart, I wonder if he will love me…)

(I am anxious.)

...kh…

Kanato: ….Did something happen?

Yui: 一kh….nope, it’s nothing.

More than that, we have to go to the Smaragd Volcano to search the butler. Let’s do our best today!

Kanato: ...Yeah, that’s right.

Yui: (I cheated on him)

(I can’t tell him while I am thinking about that…)

Place: Rubean Lake / ルビーン 運河

Kanato: Then, talking about the way to get to the precious Smaragd Volcano...

Yui: Yes...walking will take a long time I guess?

Kanato: No, we don’t have to really but 一

Gondolier B: Hey you there, are you going to the Smaragd Volcano?

Kanato: Yeah, we are.

Gondolier B: Then you may ride in this Gondola, as I am going to Tilkes Waterfall.

The waterfall is just a little bit away from the volcano. It’s fine right?

Yui: Neh, Kanato kun. What do you think…?

Kanato: Walking will take a long time, so reaching there by riding will be preferable.

Yui: Mhm, let’s ride it then.

Gondolier B: Looks like you made a decision. ….C’mon, ride it, let’s ride!

*Drowning sound*

Yui: Wah!?

(I freaked out when it just vibrated…)

Kanato: ...Seriously, people like you are…

I don’t mind if you’re surprised but, please don’t drag me into trouble by falling from the gondola over time.

Yui: Ye- yes...I will watch out.

Gondolier B: Then, let’s start this journey right away.

Place: Tilkes Waterfall / ティルキースの滝

Yui: (This is Tilkeys Waterfall huh….)

Neh, Kanato kun. Incredible scenery right…!

Kanato: Yeah, it is.

Yui: (Even though it’s night, there is a rainbow at the waterfall making it fantastic...I never saw it before.)

Kanato: ...Since it’s so pretty so let’s take a break here.

Yui: Eh...can we?

Konoto: The butler is right away from this place. So taking a break doesn’t hurt.

Also this whole town is not that interesting, plus we won’t get this wonderful moment easily.

Look there! There is a drink stall. Let’s have a drink and relax ourselves.

Yui: ...Yes, thank you!

*After a while*

Kanato: ….Really, beautiful.

Yui: Yes...I can stare at it for a while.

(It would be good if this moment would last long forever…)

(About my heart or that thing about Kanato kun…)

(I am feeling good as I can’t think about those things, and if this time would get stopped here….)

???: ーYou two there. Won't you like to stop by my store?

Yui: ーkh! Umm, you are…?

Fortune Teller: I am the fortune teller of this center. Sometimes, this center has a high reputation for divining love-relations.

Yui: Fortune teller…..

(So, she means, me and Kanato kun as lovers….)

Kanato: Fufu, sounds interesting. So, let’s give it a try.

Yui: Ye- yes…

(I had that dream. She just mentioned “relationship” so I am a little worried…)

(...But it should be fine I believe.)

*Pours tea*

Fortune teller: With this, preparation is done.

Please drink this black-tea. 

Yui: Eh, black-tea…?

Fortune teller: I have speciality in fortune-telling using black-tea.I will divine by observing the remaining tea-leaves of the bottom in the cup.

Drink this just in one breath. If you don’t then I can’t say the exact result.

Yui: Y- yes...I will drink now.

*Yui takes the cup*

Yui: ...mn...mn...haa

Fortune teller: Aight, you are done. Let’s see it then.

Yui: Yes, I am counting on you.

Kanato: ….Will you really understand simply with this?

But to me, it’s just a random remainder of the tea-leaves…

Yui: Ye- yes...certainly.

(Maybe it will be better if I just give up on this…)

Fortune teller: ….Ho, oh my oh my.

Looks like this lady is somehow having doubts in this uncle.

Kanato: Eh…?

Yui: N- no! Never ever…

Fortune teller: It’s useless to cheat. My fortune divines always hit the bull‘s eyes you know?

Kanato: ...Neh, you. What the heck does it mean.

Yui: Th- that’s…ー

*Almost Black screen*

Yui: ーkh!?

(My whole body is hot…! Plus, my consciousness is getting faded little by little...ー)

*Screen is very close to black*

Yui: (No way….I can’t stand!)

Kanato: ーYui san!!

*Screen black 100%*

*Yui is drowning in the water fall*

Yui: ーkh, ugh….

(I- I am falling in the waterfall basin…!?)

(N- no…! I can’t swim at all while having soaked clothes!)

(Don’t tell me….I will die like this without having my heart!?)

Kh, that can’t be...Bu- but...ughu…

(It hurts...Kanato kun….kh!)

Kanato: Yui san!

*Sound*

Yui: (ーEhh!?)

Kanato: ...kh, this way, Yui san!

(Kanato kun is coming here by diving!? Why…!?)

Kanato: Here...eek…! Bring forward those handsー

Yui: Kh! I- I can’t…!

Kanato: ーeek, why are you going away…!?

*Kanato grabs*

Kanato: kh...I grabbed you...I can’t, allow you to...go away...ugh…

Yui: But…! At this point, you will…!

(If he also drowns with me then…!)

Kanato: ーーShut up!

Only I will decide….what’ll happen to your life!

So don’t you dare to pass away that easily! I won’t….allow thaaat!!

Yui: Ka- Kanato kun…

Kanato: If it makes sense, the be quiet and let me ーー

*He lets go of Yui’s hand*

Kanato: ーUAAA!?

Yui: Kyaa!?

(kh...his hand got….!)

Kanato kun….kanato kun…!

(...I can’t see...him…)

(No...I am sinking away…!)

(Why did I think something stupid like this…)

(Suspecting Kanato kun...the person I love)

(He started diving this way to save me…)

(I didn’t know my future fate...yet I …)

(I was….ー)

*Sinks even more*

Place: 洞窟 / Cave

Yui: ー...nh…

(This place...oh...I was...saved.)

(ーThat’s right! Kanato kun…!?)

Ah…!

(He fell down there…!)

Yui: Kanato kun! Kanato kun…!

Kanato: ーnh….

...Ah, Yui san….

Yui: (Kanato kun…!)

*Yui hugs Kanato*

Yui: I am glad…that you are saved! Really glad…

Kanato: ...You are putting so much strength...it hurts, c’mon now…

Yui: ーkh, oh sorry…! That’s, I was so happy and couldn’t…

Kanato: ...You are really a clumsy one.

If I wouldn’t dive and save you, then you would be dead for sure.

Yui: Y- yeah...you‘re right. I am really sorry…

And...there’s one more thing I wanna apologize about.

As the fortune-teller said, I...suspected you.

Kanato: …?

Yui: The dream that I told you after waking up today...It was the same one as before I said but, it’s not true…

In that dream, I was told that the kleinod is immortal…

You and others lied to me...they said.

I knew his words weren’t true but, I still ended up being worried.

If I don’t have the heart, then it can mean that you won’t love me anymore….

(I am really fooling...I now get it...That man was just trying to raise suspicions towards Kanato kun…)

Really sorry for not to...having faith in you all the time.

Kanato: ……..

I thought it was no good sign where it was just this matter.

Yui: Y- yeah…

Kanato: I believed….the kleinod has a limit-time.

So I made up my mind to search out the heart as soon as possible.

Yui: ...yeah…

Kanato: Above all...even if you don’t have the heart, I will always love you.

Yui: Eh…

Kanato: It’s true that I can suck your blood, however the most essential thing that matters to me that you are alive.

Yui: ...kh, yes...thank you.

Kanato: I thought even if I didn't say it word to word, but I still could transmit my thoughts to you….but that concept came out to be wrong.

Yui san, I...love you….nh *kiss*….

Yui: ...nh…

(His kiss is so warm and lovely…)

(You too...to me, you are the most precious one in this world…)

*bats flying*

Kanato: ….kh!?

Yui: (kh!? A lot of bats so suddenly….!)

Ka- kanato kun…! This is…

Kanato: No good. Looks like there were nests of bats around here.

Yui: Eh...kyaa!?

(Are they thinking that we’re invaders who come to attack their nests!?)

Kanato: ...If they are gonna stun us then we have to see a chance and then escape from here.

Yui: kh…!?

Kanato: ...Hold this. You can do it right?

Yui: ...yes, understood!

→ Game 

Words he said during game ー

Are you ready? I will start now.

Fufu~ You got them.

Ugh…! *gasp*

The game is over. You really did your best.

→ If you win 

Yui: (We did it…! We escaped away from that flock!)

Kanato: ...You’re incredible. You came out unexpectedly handy, I because astonished a little.

Yui: Re- really…?

*Fades to CG*

Yui: ーkh!?

(He is patting my head…!?)

Kanato: A gift for doing great. I will give you compliments.

Yui: Ye- yes...thank you.

Kanato: Your face is flushed. Are you that happy?

Yui: ...yes. When I feel you’re stroking my head…

Kanato: Fufu, really? Then I’ll do it one more, okay?

Yui: (What should I do...I can’t watch his face at all.)

*CG fades*

Kanato: ...yes, with this, it’s done.

If I continue doing it, then you may end up freezing here.

Yui: ...ye- yes…

(Certainly it’s as he said but...I am a little sad…)

*he backs off*

Kanato: ...After I observed the surroundings, I think that it’s not possible for anyone to live in this cave.

There’s no chance Butler to be in this place. Therefore, let’s get out from here quickly.

Yui: Yes...haachhu! *sneezes*

(ーkh! I can’t, I am sneezing…!)

Kanato: Do you have...a cold?

Selectionー

Cut it out by saying you’re fine / 平気だとごまかす

Be honest / 正直に話す (+correct)

Yui: Ye- yes...my clothes are soaked wet so I am cold…

Kanato: I knew it.

*Kanato’s close*

Yui: (kh...he puts his hand on my forehead…!)

Kanato: ...You have a fever? It feels a little hot.

Yui: Eh? Ma- May be...But I think I am fine.

Kanato: Really? Then it’s fine though…

*He backs off*

Yui: (It felt hot because he touched me…!)

Kanato: ….Here, give me your hand.

*Closer again*

Yui: Ah…

Kanato: It will be a trouble if you collapse. So I’ll watch after you from now on.

If I do it, then you feel a little better, don’t you?

Yui: Yes...thank you.

(He is...very kind…)

(I’ll also give it my best so that I won’t bring any trouble…!)

*After a while*

Kanato: The exit is really...missing….

Yui: Could it be, that it was this way.

(Where could be the endpoint of this cave….ah!)

Neh, Kanato kun! People are lying over there…! We gotta help…!!

Kanato: ーkh! Don’t go away ignoring me like this!

*They run*

Yui: Umm...are you fine!?

(Not opening eyes at all...they are breathing though…)

Kanato: ...Shall we leave him alone?

He looks kind of suspicious. I think we better not get involved with it.

Yui: N- no…!

Even if he is, we can’t leave him alone like this…

???: ...kh nnh...you guys are…?

Yui: (Ah! He opens his eyes…!)

???: You guys were helping me?

Yui: No, we didn’t. But we were worried because you were laying down here….

???: I see... I got stuck with the moss while I was watching dreams. As a result, I fell down here.

Thank you so much. I was saved because of you.

Kanato: Moss? What do you mean?

???: There are some rare mosses which are only native to the Serenite cave, which is right back from here.

But they are filled with poisonous gasses. It’s even risky for the lives of the vampires.

There, I slept and even ended up having dreams because of the dizziness.

Kanato: ….Heeeh, there’s even such kind of place.

???: Anyways, thank you so much for your kindness.

*He bows down*

Yui: N- no! You don’t have to lower your head like...ah!

(I didn’t notice that it was hiding in his hair...there’s a red gem on his head!?)

???: Hm…? Somethings’ wrong?

Kanato: Neh, that’s hiding this is a granat, right?

???: Yeah, that’s right….

Yui: It means…!

Kanato: Could it be you’re the butler of…

Butler: Yes. I am Lord Earl Walter’s...my manager’s servant and butler.

ーThe END of Chapter O 3ー

[prorevenge]

Bully me for months? I'll hit you where it hurts the most, literally.

I want to preface this by saying I'm not proud of what I've done here. To the casual observer, what I did might seem like justice, but, really, I wish it didn't have to go as far as it did. I want my story to be a cautionary tale of what happens when bullying isn't taken seriously. I don't want this story to inspire you to do what I did, but as to what happens when people don't make the right choices the first time. Also, TL;DR at the bottom, the quotes aren't exact, and apologies if this seems a little all over the place. It's not easy for me to bring up stories like this, but I felt maybe I'd do some good by sharing it.

For as long as I can remember, I had a habit of bottling up my emotions. My single father is a staunch believer in traditional masculinity, including the idea that men and boys shouldn't cry. By my early to mid teens, I succumbed to this outdated idea, and accepted my fate as a quiet, stoic drone that just took orders, respected authority, and did hard work (especially manual labor.)

Enter my high school, which had a huge problem with bullying. The worst kids by far were the trashy "gangsta" kids (their words, not mine) from the inner city who targeted anybody they considered weaker than them. I was a pretty muscular 15 year old, but that didn't stop them from saying things like "Dude, you're so fat," or "Wassamatta, fattie? Lose your Twinkies on the way over?" In class, it was mostly petty annoyance: taking my pencil, sticking gum in my hair, insults. They got physical when the teachers weren't looking. Tripping me in the hall and pretending it was an accident; slamming my head against the locker, hitting me with footballs or soccer balls and saying a fake "whoops, sorry!" By themselves, it didn't seem that bad, but enough grains of sand add up to a huge pile, and, at that point, I was up to my waist in it.

Of course, the school didn't do anything about it. Teachers would either tell me "I'll take care of it," and then nothing ever changed, or I'd get something stupid like "I didn't see it. There's nothing I can do" or "You know, if I stopped class every time a kid was acting up, we'd never get anything done." Sure, and if a tree falls in the forest, it didn't make a sound because you didn't hear it. My father wasn't any help either. He'd tell me things like "there's gonna be people like that everywhere you go," or "if you're crying about this, you'll never make it in life," basically telling me to go suck it up because there are worse things out there. As a kid, I was hurt by this, but I was 15, so my self-esteem had been run over by a Combine a few times by now. For months, I just kept ignoring and waiting, hoping my teachers would keep their word about dealing with this problem. Sadly, it seemed they'd rather prioritize pep rallies and Career Aptitude Tests than do their job in keeping kids safe.

By around Spring, I'd had enough. By now, my sadness and annoyance had transmuted into boiling rage that I'd been keeping in me for far too long. If nobody was going to fight for me, I'd do it for myself, literally. I devoted the majority of my weekend to prepping for a showdown on Monday.

One of the few good things about my father is that how knowledgeable he is in self-defense. He believed it was important for a man to learn to fight, so he had me take several different kinds of martial art classes. If I was gonna fight a bully, I had to make it a proper fight. I then researched about Krav Maga, a branch of martial arts that's basically a military-style form of self defense, meant to train you how to fight if you were ever in danger "outside the arena." No rules, no balanced teams, no referees; just you and your need for survival. One of the components of Krav Maga is knowing the body's biggest "weak spots," ones that maximize the most amount of pain when hurt. Things like the groin, toes, and eyes were obvious, but you could also hit the knees, solar plexus, and even the spine. Since my classes didn't teach Krav Maga (you had to be 16 at the time,) I watched many online videos, making mental notes of the techniques used. It was almost always the same kid or group of kids that bullied me, so I already knew what they looked like, and, more importantly, where to strike.

On Monday, I waited for the next chance to come for the bullies to attack. To my surprise, they kept quiet for the most part. Maybe this was one of my lucky days where I'd actually get some work done. Then, while I was crunching for an exam during lunch, one of the bullies, a regular, spilled my water all over my textbook, and saying, "Whoops, sorry!" As he and his pals started walking away laughing, I got a good look at the back of the guy's neck. I raised my fist, aiming for the middle where I'd likely hit his spinal column.

WHAM! I knocked the guy over to the ground. That's when all Hell broke lose. His friends tried tackling me away, and I tried remembering to hit all their weak points: eyes, throat, groin, and jaw. It was fairly sloppy attempt at Krav Maga given my inexperience, and the other kids trying to fight back, but it got the effect I wanted. Of course, I didn't come out unscathed. I got punched in the jaw, a bloody nose, a bruise to the forehead, and more than a few kicks in the family jewels. The other kids noticed us fighting, with some going to get a teacher while others watched in a mix of shock and excitement. Eventually, the principal and a few other teachers pulled us apart, and sent us to the office, after our injuries were treated.

The principal talked with us individually while the assistant principal called all our parents. When it was my turn, I explained what happened. At some point, the principal said, "Why didn't you tell the teacher?" At that moment, I just snapped, somehow managing to sound even angrier than when I was fighting a few minutes ago. "I ALREADY TOLD THE DAMNED TEACHERS, LIKE A MILLION FUCKING TIMES, BUT NOBODY WAS DOING SHIT ABOUT IT! NOBODY! YOU TELL ME OVER AND OVER 'I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT, I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT,' BUT NOBODY EVER FUCKING DOES! I WOULDN'T HAVE FELT LIKE I HAD TO DO THIS OF SOMEBODY HERE ACTUALLY DID THEIR DAMNED JOB FOR ONCE!" I got an extra week of suspension for yelling.

Much to my surprise, my father was rather quiet about the whole thing. Normally, my father had the temperament of a dragon, but maybe this whole fight touched his inner "macho man" that made him go easier on me.

On the car ride home, he said calmly, but firmly, "What happened? And tell me the truth." I told him, "They wouldn't stop picking on me, so I defended myself." I waited to hear my father make some snide remark about hurt feelings, but he just said, "Were you in danger?" I paused for a moment, and said, "...Yes." I knew I was exaggerating, but maybe this could open my father's eyes to see how much I was hurting. He was quiet for a minute, and then said, "I can't judge on your situation 'cause I wasn't there, but it's in a boy's nature to be aggressive sometimes, and it sounds like those bullies were just using it for harm. I also know you well enough t'know you wouldn't lay a finger on somebody unless you felt like you had to." I nodded, holding back tears. "Next time you're ever in that kinda danger, call me. Don't wait for the teachers to fail you again. I'll give 'em Hell." I was stunned, and, once I realized what'd just happened, I smiled. That's one of the few redeeming qualities about my father. As toxic and narcissistic as he was, he was an expert on bringing vengeance to those who deserved it.

During my suspension, one of the bullies' parents wanted to press assault charges on me, but my father threatened to counter-sue the school AND the parents for letting the bullying go on for so long. Thankfully, nobody had to go to court as the bullies' credibility sank faster than the Titanic. Once word got around that I fought back to stop the bullying (rather than the strong, quiet guy going psycho,) more kids decided to come forward to the principal about their experience being bullied, too, and how they also went to the teachers for help. This included a few girls who were being sexually harassed by these kids. This was a PR nightmare for the school that left a permanent stain on their reputation among the locals. In the end, the bullies got expelled, some faced charges for sexual harassment, and I got transferred to a different high school. I guess I'm a little proud that I inspired some other troubled kids to come forward, but I really didn't like violence. I'm built for self-defense, but I don't like hurting anybody unless it's to protect those I love. I would've much preferred if teachers actually did their job, and "took care of it" before I had to.

I did get a gift certificate for summer classes in Krav Maga for my Sweet 16. Thankfully, I've never had to use it yet.

TL;DR: Bullies spend months torturing me, and teachers won't do anything, so I researched and imitated an advanced martial arts to bring maximum physical pain to my bullies.

(source) story by (/u/aitacrybaby)

[jaideite]

Main 1-A (shoto, izuku, bakuhoe, and Iida) boys playing Minecraft with their s/o

*cries in ender pearls* I’m such a loser cause I don’t even remember most of everything that goes on in minecraft. Don’t @ me if something is wrong. Debating if I should buy Minecraft on my phone and play it

i felt bad bc i haven’t posted any good content so heres an old request ima shoot out the inbox for y’all I’m probably so rusty KWKD :(( <3

first time writing for Iida let’s see how well we do hMM ;))

TODOROKI, BAKUGOU, MIDORIYA AND IIDA PLAYING MINECRAFT WITH THEIR S/O (PLUS MIRIO TOGATA)

SHOTO TODOROKI

— doesn’t understand a single thing but still plays because you do

— he spawned into the world and moved two spaces

— he fell into a cave and survived

— then died because a cave spider attacked him

— “That’s rough buddy.”

— He’s one of those people who mines straight down and finds a whole bunch of diamonds

— “What are these light blue things in the stones?”

— “It’s an ore for a gem. You mine them and you get diamonds or emeralds. Is it like a really light blue?”

— you’re on like the other side of the cave you both went into so you can’t go over and mine them with a certain pickaxe you made specifically for mining

— you’re pissed because you always struggle to find them and here he is breaking the first rule of Minecraft and finding them

— jerk

— “So I should just get rid of them?”

— “Well I mean—“

— he throws them in lava and they make that burning “sss” sound and you just slowly look up at him from your screen

— “Shoto...what did you do with the diamonds?”

— he kinda just “oops” from his side of the room and you just rub your hands over your face and sigh

— “Oh god I’m in for a rude awakening.”

— he makes an underground farm and house and has collected sea lanterns as lights

— has collected all the diamonds in the world I’m not even kidding he just followed your rule of mining them with the gem pickaxe and diddly doo went off

— “This world sucks there are no diamonds.”

— “Oh I have some in the chest by my crafting table.”

— it’s literally a large chest and it’s full of diamonds

— like STACKS 64 DIAMONDS ALL TOGETHER

— you are just shook

— “sHOTO HOW—“

— lives in the side of a mountain too it’s actually kinda cute cause he used like stairs as chairs and stuff

— unless y’all are playing with some type of mod that allows chairs then other than that pfft your little “house” is decked out just like his bedroom

— your Minecraft beds are right next to each other too

— he thinks it’s romantic

— kinda looks more like an apartment lmaoo

— he’s more of a peaceful Minecraft player but he can survive survival mode if being asked to play

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

— blows everything up

— but not with TNT and flint and steel oh no that’s too easy for him

— the easy way is not for him

— he’s going to learn how to set redstone traps so you walk into them and don’t know

— you walk into your house and you hear the click

— “What just—“

— next thing you know your getting eaten by endermites that have been spawned in

— or your screen just freezes because of all the explosions that go off

— “No No No my stuff—“

— you just watch from the ‘respawn’ screen while he moves into your house to steal your stuff

— “Haha, I knew you had some good shit in here—fucking taking these— what the hell is hitting me—OH SHIT! NO FUCK OFF STUPID RAT LOOKING FUCKS NO DON’T FUCKING KILL ME—“

— your rolling on the floor at the situation of him raging cause the endermites killed him

— katsuki works hard but karma works harder bitch

— raids your stuff when all else fails

— “YOU TOOK ALL MY DIAMONDS?!”

— “They’re mine now bitch.”

— he is a survival mode player only

— no exceptions

— plays it at the hardest level and rages when he dies but manages to get the hang of it after a while

— the meanest and worst minecraft player to ever play with

— and on top of it all he only plays so he has your attention

— what a clown i swear

IZUKU MIDORIYA

— best one to play with tbh only second to mirio

— knows the basics and a little more

— if he made his own world he could survive pretty decently

— he keeps a notebook on the world you guys share with all the weapons and stuff you could need

— has memorized the most important potions needed like invisibility, etc.

— when you first made the world you had an icon that looked like you so you were looking for a little green haired character amongst the grass (assuming that’s where y’all spawned)

— and you are just so confused cause where is he

— “Izuku where the heck are you?”

— “By the flowers and grass.”

— “Oh no wonder I didn’t see you your hair probably—“

— and like once you finally get to the flowers you see him (or his character) and you just stop in your tracks

— cause there’s a tall, buff pixelated All Might staring back at you

— “Izuku—you know what? I ain’t even surprised.“

— “Haha...sorry.”

— you had to turn away because oh god the face on that thing was going to give you nightmares

— the armour—oh goodness the armour

— of course it’s customized to look like All Mights hero costume

— other than that—he’s a decent Minecraft player

— he has a secret world where he has built the city and all might fighting the villains

— it’s a huge flat world and it’s dedicated to all might

— he can survive pretty well at going off mining on his own but he won’t go without you just in case he dies and loses his stuff

— gets excited when he finds ores especially diamonds

— you get excited when you find emeralds because

— “Oh my god Izuku the emeralds look like your eyes.”

— all_mights_1_fan has left the game

— “Oh wow.”

TENYA IIDA

— y’all know those Minecraft books that they used to have that used to help you with like enchantments and stuff?

— Thats Iida

— he plays by the books

— has the complete handbook collection

— I do too lmaooo

— you ask him does he want to play and he just ??

— two days later he’s knocking at your door with the books in hand ready to play

— “I would suggest you go over these should we play!”

— “...Tenya—“

— when you guys play he immediately wants the rules

— “Theres only one.”

— “One—“

— “Don’t dig straight down.”

— he just stares at you mouth agape before he just starts going oFF

— “That rule is absurd! Surely there are more—“

— “NOpe that’s how you play.”

— he’s just ??

— no wonder you’re so chaotic you play games with oNE RULE

— what kind of g a m e has o n e r u l e ?

— so you guys are playing and yknow Iida isn’t having the best of luck

— he’s fallen into caves, burned by lava, and been buried alive by gravel and sand

— lowkey kinda feel bad for him lmaoo

— “This game is chaotic! At least these strange green fellows are coming to greet me.”

— “Strange green fellows?”

— “Yes! Some have no clothing on, but that’s alright!”

— you’re confused for a bit until it just it’s you

— “IIDA, NO, RUN, NO OH GOD DONT—“

— when the first creeper explodes and he goes flying and he starts scolding it for doing that you know you’re in for a ride

MIRIO TOGATA

— also best person to play with

— a combination of everyone lmaoo

— he’s like midoriya except no notebooks

— can also survive on his own but like not in hard mode like katsuki that demon

— you guys play mini games like bedwars and are definitely a couples teams just like in real life

— you guys are like pros at playing

— “Get that blue bed guy over there.”

— “You have a yellow bed behind you, watch out!”

— wholesome is what it is

— if you are like me and just chaotic at Minecraft and life

— which includes missing almost everything, forgetting the names of stuff, and building a little house on the side of a mountain for the next seven days and being scared of everything

— “Babe where are you?”

— “Uh...I’m... I’m in a cave.”

— “We are in the jungle how are you—“

— “I saw a pig and I wanted to kill it and on the way I just dropped into a hole in the ground.”

— poor mirio is just exasperated

— oh boy y’all are in for a ride

— best therapy for him if he gets depressed about the losing his quirk

[remlos]

remlo on valentine’s day

inbetween remi preparing for the safe house opening and how arlo is with plans, is anyone really surprised remlo would be super crazy about this holiday

remi plans out the perfect valentine’s a month in advance

arlo: this has to be. the most immaculate day. ever

he buys remi roses and bc remi is a little demon that knows exactly how to get under arlo’s skin she brings him a box of white chocolate candy

if uno was a true school shounen manga, they’d probably have fanclubs that give them stacks of gifts

remi goes to her first period desk and there’s mountains of chocolates and letters and enough flowers to make a florist pass away

she thanks the people who gave her things and they all end up fainting on the spot

arlo is the same too but the difference between them is that while remi takes the candy arlo sweeps them off of his desk because he would only accept gifts on this day from his future wife as a formal declaration of dedication

“this isn’t from remi.... what is this... poison”

there would be a dozen classmates hiding behind the classroom door watching his every move wondering “will he accept the gifts this year”

they collectively sigh in disappointment when he dumps them all into the back of the room

during lunch remi whips out the heart-shaped straws for the milkshake they’re going to share in the cafeteria for their cute couple photo (yes they are literally THAT highschool couple 🤢)

after school... cupcake bakery classes??

remlo together are way too chaotic, the teacher would get so sick of them because of how they aren’t concentrating (the flirting 🙄)

arlo “accidentally” gets batter on remi’s nose so he can lean down to lick it off and the teacher is like “YOU’LL GET SALMONELLA”

when the cupcakes are in the oven she can’t wait to get rid of them

remi: oh can we go out while they’re baking

the teacher, swinging open the front door: PLEASE

while they decorate remi secretly nabs the toppings leaving arlo wondering why they're already out

she’s having the time of her life making little frosting smiley faces and hearts meanwhile arlo is sweating over how to ration the frosting under the time crunch they’re under

remi is fine with the cupcakes being a little messy as long as they’re still cute and taste good but arlo loses it

“YOU PUT WAY TOO MUCH ICING. IT’S TOTALLY GOING TO TOPPLE OVER ITSELF ON THE RIDE HOME”

in his head ofc. because today is supposed to go perfect and he will not mess it up

remi frosts a super sloppy cupcake and arlo is like. thats so ugly what the hell is it supposed to be and she’s like “🤬 🤬 US”

as revenge for the batter, while they’re cleaning up remi flicks some water on him while they’re both at the sink

the cupcakes do not survive the ride home they are inhaled immediately

2 dessert lovers + cupcakes = 0 cupcakes left over

they go out to windowshop and burn through every single one of them on the way

arlo plans on keeping at least half of the dozen they made but remi offers him one and then two and then by the time he realies he’s been blindly accepting them there’s nothing left to gram

they reserve a seat at some tiny niche restaurant with a view of the town

as soon as they get to their seating remi’s already looking over the rail to watch the sunset

remi: i’m SOOOOOO FULL!! i have literally NO idea how we’re going to get through dinner [inhales the penne alla vodka]

her stomach = tarturus

they try to reenact the lady and tramp spaghetti scene to no avail

the noodle keeps breaking off and sauce hits them both in the face, arlo gets a heart attack in fear of it getting on his cashmere

towards the end of their dinner, remi would be like “thanks for today 🥰” nd arlo just smiles fondly and kisses her forehead

they catch an uber and remi is out like a light the second they step inside of the car

if the next day they have school arlo tries to get remi to finish her work that night instead of the morning of but between the food and remi dozing off over her books he gives up and scoops her up and into bed

+ bonus headcanons:

remi's photo album is FILLED

arlo’s ig is literally just one pic of wellston from the rooftop captioned “order” and another pic of him, remi, and rei

meanwhile remi uploads their cutest pics with captions like “with asslo AGAIN”

everyone wishes they were them so bad

“everyone @ arlo nd tell him my cupcake’s cuter” and sera is the only one gutsy enough to comment that

arlo just makes the -____- face when he opens up the notif

in the midst of all the ultra 1920x1080 hd aesthetic shots are all their ugly candids, posted onto the close friends story (isen is screenshotting)

arlo always gets really good standstill shots of the scenery and remi when she’s not paying attention

never shows them to her so whenever she’s scrolling through his phone she’s like “WTF THIS WOULD’VE MADE SUCH A GOOD COVER PHOTO”

he’s like “okay so why don’t you just post it now” and she’s like “😡😡 it’s too late u wouldnt understand”

whenever remi’s choosing photos and goes to arlo for a second opinion he always picks out the ones she doesn’t like

she’s like “wtf why that one it’s so blurry” but it’s the pic where she’s smiling the brightest or something

arlo doesn’t explain himself ever so that combined with his ig posts makes her believe he’s just a boomer (not incorrect) when his personal favorite photos of her are the ones where she’s completely in the moment

[queenof-literature]

I know that you just posted your Rito story and I loved. I can't wait for more! I noticed it mentioned Wild blushing when asked to sing one of Kass's song. I am pretty sure it's Kass's final song, and thought it would be cute if one of the other Links hears Wild singing under his breath (maybe while cooking) and the story and song get dragged out of him.

Hi! Thank you so much! I wasn't quite sure what you meant by song and story, but I used Kass' final song with the story of Wild's death and the story with Kass' teacher, so it got a little angsty. I hope that all is okay. If not, please let me know and I wil l write a different one! Thank you for the request!

It had been a rough day. The group had landed in Hyrule’s land, and had instantly been attacked by groups of monsters with insane amounts of bloodlust. Luckily, there weren’t any injuries that couldn’t be fixed with a potion or two. Some scrapes here, some sprained ankles there, physically they were fine. But they were absolutely exhausted.

Wild was making a hearty stew for his friends before they turned in early that night. Four was leaning against a tree, book in hand. Warriors and Legend were playing a weird card game that involved slapping each other’s hands as hard as possible while Wind and Hyrule watched and made fun of them both. Time and Twilight were chatting and laughing softly, while Sky was already dozing off on a tree near Four’s. Overall, it was a tired peace that made Wild’s heart swell.

He never really got this peace before he met the other heroes. It was always sleeping in trees away from monsters, or riding through the night to discover new shrines, or pushing forward to save Zelda and other villages infected by the Calamity. This was peaceful, something that Wild wasn’t used to, but didn’t really hate like he thought he would when he first met them.

“For fierce and deadly trials await. To regain his strength. Fulfill his fate.” Wild didn’t really notice when he began to sing softly as he was stirring his stew. He also didn’t notice the rest of camp slowly getting quiet, or Four elbowing Sky in the ribs. His eyes had grown distant as he continued to sing softly. “To become a hero once again. To wrest the princess from her den.” The rest of the Links looked at each other silently. Wild had a pretty voice from what they could hear. Pretty in a way that it was unique, and rough from lack of use, but also soft and comforting. He almost looks like he doesn’t notice what he’s doing. Should they tell him? 

“The hero, the princess-hand in hand-Must bring the light back to this land.” Wild finished just as soft as he began, like he had sung the song millions of times before. But he realized he felt eyes on him. He looked up to see the entire camp staring at him, even Sky, all with confusion and a bit of awe. Oh dear Hylia. Wild yanked his hood up to find his bright red face as he realized what he had done. ‘I am so sorry.’ Wild signed ‘Sometimes I do that without noticing. I didn’t mean to interrupt you all I promise. I’ll stop. Just let me know when I do it in the future, sorry I just didn’t notice-’ Twilight and the rest of the boys had gathered around Wild, but still gave him space. Twilight gently put his hands over Wild’s. He didn’t like doing that if he didn’t have to, Wild sometimes expressed himself only through sign and he never wanted to get in the way of that. But if he let Wild continue too far, he would spiral into a dark place where it was harder to pull him from. All of the Heroes of Courage had that issue. Sometimes it was better to stop the train of loathing and questioning before it got too far off the track. 

“Don’t apologize about what you do while you make us dinner, Cub” Twilight teased gently, taking his hands off of Wild’s. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, we all got our habits. Besides, ya got a pretty singin’ voice.” Twilight smiled, while Wild simply flushed further into his hood, at this point his face was the most red thing Twilight had ever seen.

“Yeah Wild! I knew you would have a pretty voice!” Wind exclaimed. The group couldn’t see Wild’s eyes at all, but they could see his lips twitch upwards slightly at the younger’s enthusiasm. 

“Ummm… thank you.” Wild said softly, still not coming out of his hood. 

“Can you sing us the whole song? If you’re comfortable of course.” Wind asked hesitantly. He wanted to hear the rest of Wild’s song, but he didn’t want Wild to feel forced into anything. The group looked at Wind in slight shock. They hadn’t expected anyone to ask the blatant question no one else wanted to ask, but Wind was good at that. The shy boy somehow managed to get even more flustered, his face so red he looked like he was about to explode. 

“W-well.” Wild was slightly stuttering again, not that the group minded. It wasn’t just nerves, Wild couldn’t talk very well when the group first found him, so he mostly signed like he did to others in his Hyrule that needed help. Through sign, they discovered that he was actually very witty and fun, but it turns out not using your voice for more than a hundred years and having rough scars around your neck made it a little hard to talk.

“My voice isn’t very good, maybe Kass could sing it to you? It’s better with the accordion anyway.” Wild said nervously.

“Your voice is very good Wild!” Sky urged. 

“If you’re okay with singing it we don’t need the music Wild.” Time stated. “But no one's forcing ya. We would love to hear it, but only if ya want to sing it.” Wild pondered these words. Ever since he started talking verbally again, he tried to push himself out of his silent shell with help from the other heroes. Maybe singing was the next step? 

Once again, Wild felt weak. He could take down entire camps of monsters, defeat Calamity, and kill Guardians with a single ancient arrow to the eye, but he couldn’t talk to people properly. He had relayed those thoughts to Twilight before, how useless he felt sometimes that he could be strong except in the face of normal, everyday people. Twilight had told him that it was perfectly okay, and that everyone had their struggles and fears, but Wild still felt stupid sometimes. 

“I guess… If you really wanna hear it…” Wild emerged from his hood slightly. Maybe it would prove he wasn't as weak as he thought? Wind cheered and put his head in his hands, waiting. The rest of the group smiled, and Twilight patted his arm for encouragement. 

“An ancient hero. A calamity appears. Now resurrected after 10,000 years”

The other heroes are surprised when Wild starts singing. It’s still soft, and it’s still rough, but Wind is right. Wild’s voice has a nice comfort in it.

“Her appointed knight, gives his life. Shields her figure and pays the price.”

Wait, what? Wild’s death is part of the song? And the words, shielding her figure, did Wild take every Guardian laser for Zelda? How did he make it to the Shrine of Resurrection? Oh Wild…

“The princess’ love for her fallen knight, awakens her power and calamity cowers. But the knight survives in the Shrine of Resurrection. He sleeps. Until from his healing dream he leaps.”

Anger fills the group at this. It was known that Wild was in the Shrine? Why did no one check on him? Why did no one keep guard so he wouldn’t be alone and scared when he woke up? Sure it was 100 years, but did no one get suspicious? Especially with elders who saw the fall of Hyrule!

“For fierce and deadly trials await, to regain his strength, fulfill his fate. To become a hero once again. To wrest the princess from Evil's den.” Wild finishes his song while looking around the camp with nervous eyes. Some of the boys looked troubled. Was he really that bad? At Wild’s nervous look, most of the boys snapped out of their stupur and began applauding, Warriors whistling at an ear piercing volume while the others whooped and hollered. Wild, who had kept his hood on to feel a small amount of security at revealing his voice in such a vulnerable way, hid within it once again, except it was a different embarrassment this time, he was relieved he had done it and gotten through it. But the group could see a smile threatening to break out. It was a sweet sight. 

‘Thank you’ Wild signed with fingers trembling from the adrenaline of singing in front of all eight heroes. 

“No problem, Buddy.” Twilight clapped his back.

“Yeah Wild! Thanks for trusting us enough to sing that song!” Hyrule smiled across the campfire. A smile that Wild returned instantly. Hyrule and Wild related to each other in this way. They spent so much time away from civilization and traveling the woods, it was sometimes scary to go back. All of the boys were smiling at him, except for Time. He looked solemn and serious. 

“You okay, Old Man?” Four questioned. Time turned to Wild, look serious. Wild hadn’t been this intimidated by Time since he had first met the man.

“Wild… how many times did those things’ lasers hit you?” Time said the word ‘things’ with such malice the entire group got chills.

“Time.” Twilight whispered urgently. Wild didn’t like to talk about his death one hundred years ago. 

“It says you shielded the princess. How. Many. Times?” Time asked coolly. On the inside he was livid. He was trying so hard not to take it out on Twilight’s protege, because it wasn’t his fault. None of it was, no matter how much he blamed himself, Wild was sent into the situation to die. He took blast after blast with his own body, and he still didn’t make it to Ganon. His friends all died except Zelda who he shielded with his own body.    

“U-um. I don’t remember. I-I guess. Maybe five? Six? I-I’m sorry Time. I-I don’t remember.” Twilight put a hand on Wild’s shoulder when the boy’s breath hitched slightly, jolting Time out of his external anger. The rest of the camp were looking at him in confusion, or in some cases, (Legend), anger.

“I’m sorry Wild I didn't mean to spring that upon you. I was just mad. Not at you.” Time rished the last part in when he saw Wild open his mouth to apologize again. “I was mad at your situation. Wild… you didn’t deserve that. No one would ever deserve that but Hylia, not you kid.” Wild tilted his head in confusion. It would have been slightly cute if the next words hadn’t come out of his mouth. 

“But I failed.” Wild said like it was the most natural thing on the planet. There was an uncomfortable silence in the group, then a descent into chaos. 

“Failed?”

"Wild, no!”

“How the fuck was Calamity’s shit actions your fault? He’s the fucking monster that fucked up Hyrule!”

“Dear Hylia, Wind. Language. He’s right though Wild, it was Ganon’s fault.”

“Wild it wasn’t your fault, it was Ganon’s.”

Wild appreciated the support, but all their voices began blurring together. Tears pricked at his eyes, Twilight’s hand on his shoulder burned hotter than a Guardians laser. It all became too much too fast. 

“It was my fault!” Wild yelled. That halted the group in their tracks. Wild yelled sure. When he was in his environment he would yell while shield surfing, or talking about a crazy plan he had, but this was in anger and despair. Wild harshly brushed Twilight’s hand off, trying to ignore the slight hurt in his eyes. 

“I doomed Hyrule! By the time Zelda unlocked her power I had collapsed. My body quit on me! I quit on all of Hyrule! The other champions died! Why am I the only one left? Kass told me the story of his teacher! He was Zelda’s age and he fell in love with her, but she loved me! I don’t even know if I loved her back! She doesn’t deserve what she was put through! No one does! I did that to them, that was all me! I failed! I got hit with laser after laser after laser but I had to keep going! But I couldn’t, I didn’t even make it the castle! Kass’ teacher was mad I wasn’t a noble or royalty, and he was right! Zelda deserved better! She and I are the only ones left! All the other champions died because of me! Why am I the only one? Why am I still here? Why am I-” Wild choked on his last words on a sob. His entire rant, tears began to cascade down his face as the group looked on in horror.

Wild couldn’t hold it in anymore. He cried and he grieved and he yelled. Wild didn’t feel the white and burning rage anymore, he just felt the despair and sorrow he had been keeping in for years, only releasing a couple of times in small doses. When Twilight reached out to gently touch his hand, it didn’t feel like lava from Death Mountain anymore, it felt warm and loving and Wild simply leaned into it, silently telling Twilight it was okay.

“Oh, Cub.” Twilight murmured before pulling Wild to his chest. Wild curled up in his mentor's arms and allowed himself to sob over all the losses he had felt. His sobs grew harder and he felt like a child, but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t breath, his sobs overlapping and clogging his lungs. One of his hands was pulled away from where it was curled into Twilight’s tunic and he whined. 

“Just me kiddo. You gotta breathe with me.” His hand was led to a different chest. Legend, Wild recognized in the back of his mind. Legend exaggerated his breaths for Wild to copy. The first time he tried, he simply choked more and shook his head. “That’s alright, you can do it. Another try.” Legend said gently. Wild would be laughing in a different situation. The word gentle and Legend wouldn’t be put together when he had first met the snarky hero. Wild tried again with a little more success. Legend kept helping him as another hand went through his hair. Four.

“I’m so sorry, Wild.” Wind said from across camp. The younger felt guilty that he had started this when asking if Wild could sing. Wild wanted to reassure that this wasn’t his fault at all, that this had just been building, but he couldn’t talk. Luckily, Warriors and Hyrule were there to cover for him, talking quietly to Wind on the other side of camp. Wind shook it off though, Wild needed them more.

Wild had calmed down slightly. Still crying, and still curled up in Twilight's arms and getting help from Four and Legend. But once he was sure he could hear him, Time spoke up. 

“Wild, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to grill you that hard. That was my mistake.” Wild opened his mouth to tell him that it was okay, he knew Time had no malintent, but Time continued on. “Wild. I need you to understand something. What happened wasn’t your fault.” Wild opened his mouth to correct Time, but Time was having none of it. “No, it wasn’t your fault Wild. I’m not saying that to comfort you or baby you. What you were sent into was an execution Wild.” Twilight's wolf instincts got loud in his head and he almost snapped at Time for being so harsh but stopped himself. He remembered Time told him once after he took Wild under his wing, that mentoring wasn’t just about kind words and support. It was also about knowing when to state hard facts. Sometimes that’s all people understood. 

“No one knew what Ganon had planned, and you had no time to prepare because of the mistakes of those before you. You had nothing to do with their ignorance, Wild.” Time’s face was set in stone, but his eyes showed a fiery passion for every word he was saying. “Wild. Look at me please, bud.” Wild peeked out from Twilight’s shoulder and looked into Time’s eyes, which softened as he met the younger hero’s sky blue eyes. “It wasn’t your fault, because you couldn’t control anything around you. You are not a God. You have the limitations of a Hylian that you already find ways to exceed. Wild, you were so brave. You took hit after hit to protect Zelda. And her powers awakened right before you collapsed. Do you blame her for not unlocking them sooner.” Instantly Wild’s eyes became hard, and he opened his mouth to bite into Time, who could see where this was leading just by the expression on Wild’s face. He held up a hand. “I’m not saying you should. I’m saying that she also had limitations that were out of her control, just like you. If you don’t blame Zelda, why do you blame yourself?” That one stumped Wild a bit. He wanted to say because Zelda was born into a family she never asked to be in, and worked hard everyday to fulfill their expectations… but he was in the same situation. Did Zelda feel the same way he did when he sorrowfully watched her blame herself? Time saw he struck a chord.

“I understand feeling like a failure. I lost battles too. But you did what you could do with what very little of the situation you could control. You said it yourself, you took laser after laser for her, and you only collapsed after you were sure she was safe. The safety of others is the only thing that kept you going, Wild. I’m not saying I approve of you taking lasers for others, but do you realize how much of a hero you are?” Tears flowed from Wild’s eyes once again, but for another reason entirely. Time really cared. He really thought Wild was a hero, even after he heard the song, the stories, the death. He heard it all, and the Hero of Time still thought Wild belonged with them. Wild whispered a quick thank you, and the rest of the group sighed in relief. Wild’s sobs had turned to hiccups as the rest of the group told him similar things to Time. It didn’t feel suffocating this time, it just felt like his eight brothers were trying to comfort him. Wild felt a weight lifted off his shoulders he had felt for so long. Time knew Wild would still struggle with his feelings of failure, one night wouldn’t change that, but he hoped he got through to Wild for the long run, at least a little. 

Wild realized how absolutely exhausted he was before this whole ordeal even started, which only increased tenfold now that he had cried. He was embarrassed that he had lost his shit that much in front of all eight heroes, and realized with a jolt how exhausted they had been too. 

“Um. I’m sorry, I know you all were really tired. I didn’t mean to have this happen-” He was cut off with a flick to his unscarred ear by Legend and a small yank on his ear by Four while Wild yelped.

“What did we just talk about you idiot?” Legend hissed, but it lacked the usual bite he had. 

“Yeah Wild! Don’t be sorry. Everyone needs a good cry once in a while! It’s healthy! I’m a medical professional, you have to listen to me.” Hyrule added with a joking glare. Some snickers rang through the group at Hyrule’s proclamation. Time looked over and smiled in pride at Wild, which Wild returned with red dusting on his cheeks. Hearing all his brothers laughing and fighting, and feeling the comforting arms around him, Wild slowly dozed off into a deep sleep, feeling lighter than he had in years.  

[apathyfairy]

babe we need to hear your vampire diaries opinions

love of my life thank u for asking idk how well this will go down or if my opinions are controversial so i'll try to be brief also i do not mean to offend anyone if this show is ur ride or die sdffsd

first of all it may or may not come as a surprise that the best and only valid character imo is damon. he took so much shit from everyone and yeah he did bad things but they ALL did and the only one who was ALWAYS taking shit for their mistakes was damon. like how many times did anyone on that show say... “wow...damon Actually did the right thing for once”. like listen he does the right thing a lot u guys just give him shit everytime he fucks up even a little. like his heart is the right place and they all know it they just refuse to accept it. hated stefan and his holier than thou attitude. elena...........ok. somehow the most unlikable main character?? like yes her life is shit and everyone she loves dies but she’s also a hypocrite and everyone else is always failing her apparently but she can literally do no wrong? ok. she and stefan actually did make sense together. bonnie was always doing her very best but life just had to keep knocking her down huh. alaric is fine caroline is whatever everyone else was just There

as far as storyline............jesus. To Be Fair i will say that i had never seen the show until a few months ago. IF i had seen it when it was priemiering i may have liked it better just because i was the same age as they all were in the show and it was of course vampire time 2009 so i will say that. however i really truly hated the storylines. like it was Painful for me to just finish the show i had to force myself to finish it. the first season was just a fine cw first season and then it just got worse and worse and worse. the love triangle yeah we all know about that but it was PAINFUL watching her go from one brother to the other. all the shitty relationships aside IMO the worst aspect of the ENTIRE show was the fucking humanity switch oh my god i couldn't stand that. first of all unrealistic for vampires imho idk the concept just doesn't vibe with me. but god..the back and forth...oh he turned it off oh he's back on oh she turned it off oh we have to save her literally we get it. SECOND worst part was the arc about the cure. unrealistic as well and damon was right when he said he didn't want to take it. i actually didn't hate katherine sldfkj. but the doppelganger thing went on for way too long. the entire last two seasons i wont even talk about them they didn't even happen that was so completely off course. i thought the show would get better when nina left but holy shit was i wrong i actually missed her. the ENDING. ok spoilers but in general i despise endings that kill everyone in the end and they all go to heaven or whatever like another cw show we all hate.....and i hated this too like we just spent 8 seasons watching these people. give them an actual ending not Death. also what happened to bonnie in season 8.....despicable. also confusing is how tf matt survived until the very end when he was completely useless. other than that i literally cannot remember what else happened because it just went on for too long.

i mean?? idk it Could have been good i just don't know why i hated it so much. like i think it was the mix of elena hating vampires so much it was the whole colonial town crap which i guess makes sense i just hated it. it's like ok....move to a new town. it was the back and forth with the original vampires and the hybrids and the hunters and i just don't know. u would think i would've loved it idk the best part for me was the music throwbacks and the 2010 outfits lmao

[prongsmydeer]

Ayesha Liveblogs Class Action Park

“Gene was effectively kicked off of Wall street. So he did what anybody in this situation would do... buy up two ski resorts in Vernon, New Jersey.” That’s how I deal with all my career-related angst 

“Gene turned to his old buddy Bob Brennan, always there to find cash or investors any time Gene had a wild new idea” bdjdjjfkdbf find u a friend like Bob, I guess?

“Who we got? How about these teenage employees” oh NOOO

If your employer makes you call him Uncle maybe that’s a warning sign 

Gene giving his teen employees $100 every time he puts their lives in unparalleled danger has a similar energy as my dad giving me $5 when I was sad but 150 million times worse 

You know, if they had advertised the slide as a slide that could bite you like a shark, they might’ve been able to play off the teeth thing in their stride (in any case Slidey McBitey did not slow them down?)

“You couldn’t go down the canonball loop if you were too small, you couldn’t go down if you were too big” the Goldilocks of Dangerous Water Park Features

The way that everyone in this documentary says ‘water’ as ‘worder’ is very Jersey

I mean it absolutely doesn’t surprise me that there were no engineers involved in this but wow that’s a choice

The animations in this documentary in place of stock footage are truly on another level:

The accompanying dialogue to these images: People who Six Flags or Disney wanted nothing to do with; these guys would literally track Gene down at amusement industry conventions. You can tell these guys went and did bumps of coke and went just [unintelligentible] fuckin’ let’s just drill a slide right in the fuckin’ middle of the mountain and it’ll shoot ‘em 20 feet in the fuckin’ air--

“It was not fit for a safe ride by the average person in public” you don’t say, Bob Krauhlik, Head Lifeguard

I mean those like... bubbles for people to roll around in exist? Why couldn’t Gene have invested money in developing those in the seventies and just had people go down a very slight hill? Must EVERYTHING in this park be a deathtrap

The fact the Ball Man (presumably) survived the ride collapse, the freeway, and falling into a swamp,,, invincible

“We started sending employees off of [the airborne slide]” These guys really needed a union

“He’s gone on to lead a normal life” jhfkjhkjf the disclaimer

Honestly a built-in bidet/lota situation in a water slide doesn’t sound bad

Gene fulfilling my lifelong dream to get to lay on the baggage rollers at an airport

“The Aqua Skoot was also home to a thriving bee nest” I hope the bees were okay!!

“You’re probably concussed, and you have like a hundred and fifty people from New Jersey just being like ‘Pussy! You fuckin’ bitch!” this sounds in line with everything I know about New Jersey

“No lifeguard every blew a whistle and was like, ‘Hey stop chanting the word ‘pussy’ at this injured, bleeding person’“ I would pay money to see any lifeguard I know say that

Bob Krauhlik said: The first rule of Action Park is we don’t talk about our suppressed traumatic memories of Action Park

“Just literally imagine teenagers you know right now opening an amusement park” As someone who knows MANY teenagers this scenario sounds terrifying

“I was a good girl, so I wasn’t really involved in much of the shenanigans that took place” if u say so Faith

“I may have attended one [party]” HA I knew it 

This cattleprod story reminds me in a horrible way of a Paris Metro authority memory but long story short people will try to attack you physically if they think u cheated a $3 ticket; capitalism warps the brain

“But if we’re so bad, why don’t they just make a new town?” I’ve never heard a whiter sentence in my life

“He was a cool dude” [cut to] “I think he was a piece of shit” POETIC CINEMA

Gene annoying the state of New Jersey into relinquishing their land... incredible 

“Gene was free from the pesky state of New Jersey” is that what it says on the sign when you cross state lines into Pennsylvania 

“It might’ve attracted a more, say, working class clientele” ah the water park class divide

I don’t know what kind of mindset for just bodily-functioning all over the pool but I hope I never reach that point 

You really should need a sobriety test to operate anything motorized I think they could’ve made thousands on a Go-Kart breathalyzer

“It had a top speed of over 60 miles an hour, it was worth it” said Ed the Park Operations Manager, about driving a go-kart on the highway

“Action Park had full-on, Miami Vice-grade speed boats, where riders regularly tempted fate by treating them like bumper boats, a common action, that would send many a guest tumbling into a pond murky from leaked gas and oil, and known by employees to be infested with snakes” Somehow that sentence got worse and worse with time

The guy who literally crushed another person with his boat and then moved to the next ride: I pretend I did not do it

“He wound up getting getting ejected from the park” they said, about a person literally attempting to set other patrons on fire:

Bob the Lifeguard really speaks with way too much fondness in his voice of trying to throw carts on top of people sliding down a fibreglass and concrete slide

“On an an average day, you would have 50 to 100 people injured” the 80s were a lawless time 

“Gene Mulvihill had a vision of a place where there were no rules - something between Ayn Rand and Lord of the Flies” strike that this is the whitest sentence I’ve ever heard

HAHAHAHA I can’t believe the lawyer is now explaining Action Park with the argument that the 80s were a lawless time

“[D*nald Tr*mp] realized it was too wild, too nuts even for him” kjghkgjhkg this comment aged poorly 

The audacity of this man to blatantly exhaust everyone into submission

Kayaks did nothing to deserve being associated with electrocuting water park attendees 

Every time I think this documentary can’t get worse they introduce a new concept like The Death Zone at the Grave Pool 

“They expected to drown at the Action Park Wave Pool“ DID THEY, BOB? DID THEY REALLY?

“Nobody should ever be the second person to die in a wave pool, you know why? ‘Cause after the first person dies in a wave pool, close the fuckin’ wave pool!” Chris the Comedian has summed up this entire documentary in two sentences 

This documentary has intentionally saved the worst for last this whole interview with the family of the (first) deceased is deeply upsetting 

The Wave Pool death happened a week before the Kayak death??? THEY DIDN’T EVEN CLOSE FOR A WEEK???????

“Its time came and went” IS THERE EVER A TIME FOR A WATERPARK WHICH KILLS MULTIPLE PEOPLE 

Weird that the woman whom Gene got fired from her job and who deposed him became his friend

“Was he a villain or a victor” I think that’s a false dichotomy you can be victorious at villainy 

“The spirit of Action Park lives on today in the Fyre Festival” Correct me if I’m wrong but I don’t remember Fyre Fest killing anyone

“Fyre Festival’s bullshit, man. Gene gave you everything he fuckin’ promised you” grievous injury???

There’s also something weirdly poetic about the name of the park going back and forth from Mountain Creek to Action Park and vice versa every few years 

I’m gonna leave off with this not: Not a single visible minority was interviewed for this documentary as a park attendee or employee and while that’s probably more a product of selection bias and New Jersey it’s also all the argument you need for diversity in any field. Diversity of thought and culture does not a loop-de-loop-death trap make 

[icyharrington]

Is It Wrong?- Part 3 (Michael Langdon X Reader)

so i got a lot of requests for michael to be put in his place, and i just gotta say... that doesn’t exactly happen in this part lmao. it will definitely happen in a future part tho!! y’all also wanted jealous!michael, which i was glad to deliver!! i really hope y’all like this part. please reblog and leave comments if u do!!! :) 

please check out my masterlist for part 1 and 2, since i’ve heard that including links in posts now fucks with the tags (i don’t know if this is true, but just to be safe i’m not gonna include links). lmao

plot: michael langdon is a picture-perfect fuckboy, and, lucky for you, he’s also your stepbrother. how will you survive?

warnings: inappropriate relationships, fuckboy michael, fem!Reader, high school au, underage drinking, smoking, jealous!michael, teen angst, public (ish) sex, fingering, choking, blowjobs/facefucking, rough sex, hair pulling, degradation, spanking (both traditional and non-traditional, if yanno what i mean...), dirty talk

word count: 7k

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i.

A month had passed since the… incident with Michael, and since that time, you’d transformed into somebody you hardly recognized.

You and Michael? Well, you and Michael had begun to get along quite well. Gone were the days of pointless arguing- if there was ever a problem, it usually wouldn’t be long before Michael’s dick was somewhere inside of you, and by the time you both were done, neither of you would have the energy to fight anymore. You still bickered, of course, and you both loved nothing more than to get on each other’s nerves, but the initial hatred you’d harbored towards your stepbrother was now, for the most part, gone.

The change was obvious and palpable. Sometimes you were surprised that your parents hadn’t caught on to something going on between you and Michael, but you figured they were just happy you were both coexisting. We’re finally like a family, your father had said, beaming, when you and Michael had shared a blanket during family movie night.

You’d exchanged a look with Michael, uncomfortable giggles passing both of your lips. If only your father had known where Michael’s hand had been placed, right that very minute, underneath the blanket.

You supposed that what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

In the mornings, Michael would drive you to school without complaint. You suspected this was because of the opportunities for quick car… activities: on several occasions, he’d fingered you on the short drive to school, testing himself to see how quickly he could bring you to an orgasm, your hands clamped around his forearm as his fingers moved between your thighs, tinted lens-covered eyes focused on the road.

That boy was always in the mood, you’d come to realize.  

On this particular day, Michael seemed to be more in the mood than usual; he’d given your ass a particularly hard slap as you passed him in the hallway that morning, a cocky grin crossing his face when you’d told him, only half-seriously, to fuck off.

God, this was fucking ridiculous. You knew this was ridiculous, that this was wrong, that you should feel unclean, dirty, every time you let him touch you. It made complete sense, logically, for you to cut things off with him.

Besides the glaringly obvious fact that he was your stepbrother, he was also a total douchebag, a fuckboy, a player. He’d been balls deep in at least a quarter of your grade at some point or another. He objectified you- you (admittedly fondly) recalled a time he’d pushed you up against the sink one morning, snaking those big hands up your pajama shirt to grab a fistful of your tits before walking off like nothing had happened.

And, like the fucking idiot you were, you’d been left in a state of absolute, pathetic euphoria, your cheeks flushed and heart pounding, teeth sinking into your lower lip like a pornstar.

Sometimes you really hated yourself.

Scratch that, you hated yourself a lot more than sometimes.

When you’d finally come downstairs for breakfast, dressed in your usual jeans and sweater, you’d noticed Michael’s gaze lingering on the curves of your thighs, prominent through the form-fitting denim material. Had he always checked you out like this?

“You need a ride to school today?” Michael asked, shoveling a spoonful of your favorite cereal into his mouth. You pursed your lips disapprovingly, but decided not to mention it.

“Yeah, thanks.”

Miriam seemed pleased with this exchange, shuffling over to where Michael sat and ruffling his hair affectionately, much to his obvious dismay. “I love seeing you two finally getting along. See, isn’t it so much better being nice to your sister?”

Michael raised an eyebrow at you, hands lifting to adjust his hair back to how it’d been before Miriam touched it. “Yeah, it really is. Right, sis?”

You cut your eyes at him, leaning your elbows on the counter and checking the time on your phone. “We’re gonna be late, bro.”

Michael stood up, again leaving his bowl on the table like the entitled, spoiled brat he was. He looked good, with black jeans and his favorite, faded pair of Doc Martens, paired with a white t-shirt and his beloved leather jacket. Lately he’d been letting his hair grow out, and his soft curls were nearly reaching his shoulders now.  

When you noticed the chain that he’d attached to his belt loops, you snorted.

“Nice chain. Good luck on your Hot Topic interview.”

He looked down at the silver appendage, leveling it idly with one hand before looking back to you. “You don’t like it?”

“I’m not saying I don’t like it, I’m just saying you look like you’re about to pull up to a My Chemical Romance concert circa 2008. All you need is some eyeliner.”

He walked past you to the front door, seemingly unaffected by your comment. “Honestly, eyeliner doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

You followed behind him until both of you were outside. It was almost admirable how little Michael cared of what other people thought of him; his confidence was probably why he was so popular, even though he didn’t necessarily fit in with the frat-boy-to-bes who were usually at the top of the high school food chain.

“So,” he said as you walked side-by-side to his car, giving you that familiar look that you knew so well. You swallowed, knowing fully well how little self-control you had when it came to Michael.

“I was thinking, maybe we should ditch first period today.”

You huffed, pretending to be opposed to this idea, even though you willingly went along with nearly anything Michael suggested no matter what it was. You got in the car, inhaling that telltale mixture of cologne and cigarettes and fast-food grease, getting yourself comfortable before answering.

“Michael, I can’t miss math again. I’ve already missed three times in two weeks.”

“So what’s one more time?” He ran his fingers through his hair before turning the key in ignition, the golden morning sun hitting his angelic features just right. Your mouth watered, and all at once your will dissolved into nothingness.

“I really hate you.”

He looked at you from the corners of his eyes with a smirk, pulling his sunglasses off the front of his shirt and putting them on.

“Fine.”

ii.

This is why I can’t fucking resist him, you thought, breath slow and heavy as Michael laid kiss after sloppy kiss across your collarbones, hand placed firmly between your thighs.

Michael had put in his favorite Pink Floyd CD once you’d arrived at the abandoned parking lot (the same one that his creepy friend had taken you to- apparently it was a popular place for teenagers to fuck). You’d both sat there for a bit, making small talk and sharing a joint that he’d pre-rolled, knowing fully well what you’d both come there to do.

I kind of wanna stretch my legs out, he’d finally said, voice low, the baby blue of his eyes accentuated by the red tinge surrounding his irises. Why don’t we go in the back?

Leave it to Michael to get straight to the action.

He’d gotten you undressed in a matter of minutes- your jeans and boots were discarded on the already cluttered floor of the car, leaving you in nothing but your sweater, socks, and pale blue underwear. He’d looked unbelievably sexy, lips red and glossed with spit, when he’d drawn back to pull off his jacket, eyes clouded with a voracious, possessive lust.  

Part of you wondered how many other girls had seen him in that exact state.

The thought dissipated, however, when he’d pushed aside the thin fabric of your underwear and promptly slipped two long fingers inside you.

“Always so fucking wet for me,” he’d murmured, playing with the hem of your sweater before pulling it off over your head. The warmth of his breath against your neck and the lewdness of his raspy words may as well have made you melt into a puddle right then.

Who’s gonna show this stranger around?

Ooh, I need a dirty woman

Ooh, I need a dirty girl

Michael’s fingers seemed to match the beat of the song playing, thumb flicking at your clit as he sucked a trail of bruises across your heaving chest, marking you, claiming you. You moaned, rolling your hips against his, feeling his hard length pressing into your thigh through the tough material of his jeans; you reached between his legs and squeezed it, making him chuckle against you, and he brought his head up to face you.

“And you’re always so eager,” he said, retreating back onto his knees. Then he slid your underwear off and tossed it amongst the rest of the clothes that had piled up, hands flying to unzip his pants once you’d been disrobed. “My baby sister is such a bad girl for me.”

You considered reminding him that he was only a month older than you, and that you were hardly a baby, but you didn’t have time to correct him before he pulled his pants and boxers halfway down his thighs, allowing his erection to spring forward.

Your legs spread instinctively for him, and he inched towards you, positioning himself on top of you while your back rested partially against the door. He aligned the head of his cock with your opening and you sighed, reaching up his shirt from behind and pressing your fingernails into the smooth skin of his back.

“Fuck,” he grunted, eyelids fluttering as he pushed inside your tight heat, your narrow walls swallowing him up. Wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him in closer, you moaned softly, heart rate increasing when he began to thrust slowly, but with just enough force to make your legs feel weak.

Every time he fucked you was like the first time; he was huge, and you weren’t sure you’d ever get used to the feeling of him stretching you out. You loved the pain, though, loved the way you couldn’t walk right when he was finished with you, even when he went as gently as he could; you liked the bruises, the scratches, the indents of his short fingernails where they’d dug into your skin.

“Michael,” you sighed, bucking your hips up to meet his rhythmic thrusts, both your sounds of pleasure becoming diluted by the drums and guitar and keyboard blaring from the stereo.

He buried his head in the crook of your neck, and you were sure he could taste the salt of your sweat, his tongue darting out to trail along your skin as he fucked into you.

You were stricken with ecstasy, shivering when Michael’s firm torso made friction on your clit, and you brought one hand up to run through his sweat-dampened golden waves.

“H-harder,” you choked out, and he sank his teeth into your shoulder before mumbling a half-hearted response to your plea.

“You want me to fuck you harder, baby? Wanna feel me for the rest of the day?”

“Mhm.” You gave his hair an urgent tug, and again he tilted his head up to look at you, his eyes so dilated they almost appeared entirely black. Placing one hand loosely around your throat, just like he knew you liked, he pulled himself all the way out of you; there was a vulgar slapping noise as he gave a hard, pointed shove of his hips, impaling you to the hilt, and you cried out at the fullness.

“Fuck, you take me so well,” he praised, eyes locked with yours while he pounded you into the leather seat, hard enough to bruise. His grip tightened around your neck as he came closer to his release, forehead slick with perspiration, perfect mouth agape.

This was everything, everything you thought about, everything you wanted: moments like this, your bodies pressed flush together, moving in perfect time. You caressed Michael’s hair so softly, one might mistake it as a loving touch, your other hand making shallow scratches up and down the expanse of skin beside his spine.

Your cunt clenched around him and you were almost there, his thrusts becoming sloppier with each passing second; there was a moment of silence, amplifying the raw sounds of sex as the song came to an end; that silence was followed by a quiet whirring, and then another song came on, psychedelic chords flooding your senses along with- fuck-

The head of Michael’s cock hit something sensitive deep inside of you, sending your lower body into convulsions, and you were sure your fingernails were drawing blood now, clawing onto Michael for dear life.

oh god-

-your thoughts weren’t coherent anymore, and then you were crying out, Michael’s cock working you open like your fingers never could, head lolling back and nearly colliding with the window, and-

“Oh god- oh fuck-“

The pads of Michael’s fingers pressed harshly into your throat, his eyes half-open in pure, fucked-out bliss, while yours rolled back into your head. It took only a few more strokes for you to cum, and then Michael was too, and you were glad you’d went on birth control for your period cramps when you were sixteen because holy shit did it feel good when he spilled his hot load inside you.

He pulled out of you, admiring the sight of his cum leaking down your inner thighs; he slid one finger up between your folds, gathering the sticky secretion and rubbing it against your pulsing clit, a self-satisfied expression crossing his face when your body twitched at the sensation.

“Ew, Michael,” you said, wrinkling your nose. He was so fucking smug every time he came inside of you, like he’d just marked his territory.

He just laughed at your reaction, moving back to pull his pants back up and refasten his jeans, reaching into the back pocket to pull out his package of cigarettes once he was finished re-dressing.

“Don’t wanna go back to school,” he grunted, retrieving a cigarette from the pack and sticking it between his teeth.

“How come? All your adoring fans are there,” you said, having found yourself in a sarcastic mood. You put your underwear back on, followed by your sweater; you decided you’d wait until later to put on your jeans, given the limited amount of space you had right now.

“I like you so much better when I’m inside you,” he said, picking up a lighter from the floor of the car and lighting his cigarette. “You’re too busy moaning my name to give me any attitude.”

You narrowed your eyes, but you were too exhausted to come up with a biting response. “Fuck you.”

“Just did.”

A trail of pale gray smoke wafted in your direction and you waved it away, coughing dramatically for good measure. “You know you can open the windows, right?”

“You know it’s my car so I can do whatever I want, right?” He took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke directly in your face, eating up your resulting look of disgust.

Some things would never change, and no matter how many times you let him fuck you raw, no matter how many times you brought each other to orgasm, you doubted the stepsibling rivalry would ever completely fade.

From the front seat, Michael’s phone vibrated, and he cursed under his breath as he grabbed for it.

“Hey, man,” he said once he’d accepted the call, resting his elbow against the window, flicking ash carelessly onto the floor of the car. The worry that it’d been Miriam calling to inquire about your whereabouts disappeared, and you reclined back against the seat.

“Uh, yeah, I skipped first period.” He shot you a warning look, indicating for you to stay silent, and you rolled your eyes. “Yeah, uh, I’m picking up some shit for tomorrow.”

He sucked at the end of his cigarette, waiting for a response from his friend, while you picked your jeans up and put them on, struggling slightly as you attempted to get them on in a sitting position.

“No, I told you I can’t steal my stepdad’s shit anymore. My dumb fucking stepsister ratted me out and now he has a lock on the cabinet,” he said into the phone, shooting you a contemptuous scowl from the corner of his eye.

You batted your eyelashes innocently as you worked the tight denim up your legs; you were still proud of yourself for that one.

“Yeah, I’m picking up a few cases of beer. I- yeah.” Long pause. He flicked away some more ash, this time onto the seat, and you could see an orange ember still glowing in one of the tiny piles that had landed beside you. You wriggled your hips, finally getting the waistband of your jeans up and securing the silver button in its place. “Fuck no, dude, I’m not buying any of that 4 Loko shit. You remember what happened last time?”

Another pause. You were somewhat intrigued now, and Michael could tell; he held up his hand, dwindling cigarette poised between two fingers, waving you away with an obnoxious flourish.

“Yeah, man. I’ll see you in gym, dude-“ you could hear his friend speaking on the other end of the line, and Michael laughed at whatever he’d said. “Yeah, dude, those gym shorts Zoe Benson wears shouldn’t be allowed. I don’t know how anyone expects us to focus on fuckin’ volleyball with her ass hanging out like that.”

More laughing.

“You’re such an asshole,” you muttered, and Michael held a slender finger up to his lips.

“Yep. Bye, man.” He pressed his thumb into the “end call” button, before putting his cigarette out on the door and turning to you. “C’mon, we gotta go pick some shit up.”

You grabbed your boots from the floor and pulled them on. “For what?”

“None of your business.” He slung his leather jacket over one shoulder and got out of the car, the rubber soles of his combat boots slapping noisily against the asphalt as he walked around to the driver’s side.

You followed suit, hoping Michael couldn’t see how difficult it was for you to walk as you made your way to the passenger’s side and got into the car.

“C’mon, just tell me,” you said with a pout; in all honesty, you were fairly certain of what Michael’s plans were- he did the same thing nearly every single weekend, house party-hopping with his friends until he came home past 2 am, stumbling by your bedroom with absolutely no attempt at discretion.

The difference now, though, was that you kind of sort of wanted him to invite you to come with him for once. You were a senior in high school, after all, and you’d never even once been to a high school party. So sue you for being curious!

“If you must know,” he said, putting the car into drive, “it’s for a party. You don’t go to those.”

“You don’t know that,” you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Uh, I kinda do. I’ve never once seen you at a party. And I go to a lot of them.”

Wow, Michael, you’re sooo cool, you thought bitterly.

You had to admit, though, he was right.

He noticed the look on your face and snickered, perhaps a bit too condescendingly for your liking. “Aww, what, does my baby sister want her big brother to take her to her first high school party?”

Your skin prickled, and you looked out the window to avoid his piercing stare. You couldn’t believe the number of times you’d allowed this total douchebag to cum inside you. Even worse, you couldn’t believe that you were definitely going to let him do it again. “I wouldn’t be caught dead at a party with you,” you managed through clenched teeth, thoroughly embarrassed.

“Yeah, I know you wouldn’t.”

He pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road, starting in the direction of the local gas station which was infamous for not carding underaged kids when they went to buy alcohol.

Fuck it. If he wasn’t going to invite you to come, you’d find your own way.

iii.  

Later that day, you’d asked your slightly-more-social acquaintance for a ride to the party that weekend, since your former best friend was no longer an option. She’d agreed, and you were surprised at how easy it’d been to get an ‘in’ on the high school social scene without Michael’s assistance.

You couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when you walked into the party.

You’d searched through your drawers and in your closet for something cute (and also enticing enough to catch Michael’s attention, although you’d never say that outright) to wear; eventually you’d found a little red tank top, which your best friend had always said made your tits look good, and a pair of high-waisted jeans that you’d always thought made your butt look bigger.

Turning around in the mirror, observing your exposed midriff and pronounced chest and round ass, you had to admit you felt positively mouthwatering.

On the night of the party, your acquaintance arranged to pick you up at ten, which was perfect, since Michael had headed out at 9:30. You wanted this to be a surprise, and so a fashionably-late entrance was ideal.

You got yourself ready, straightening your hair and dousing yourself in perfume with hints of cinnamon (Michael’s favorite scent, although you swore to yourself you hadn’t done this on purpose). You smudged black eyeliner under your eyes, hoping this would make you look sexy and not like a raccoon, and put on a red lipstick that you only ever wore on special occasions.

Seeing yourself like this made you wonder why you didn’t dress up more often.

Before your ride came, you found your father’s key to the liquor cabinet (just as you’d expected, he’d hidden it inside one of his steel-toed work boots, which collected dust by the front door all year long while he continued to insist that he needed them for an upcoming ‘project’, whatever that meant) and unlocked it.

With shaking hands, you’d poured yourself a few shots, holding your nose each time you threw one back, throat burning and body shuddering at the awful flavor that you figured was probably what gasoline tasted like.

By the time you got the text from your acquaintance, alerting you that she was outside, you were decently drunk. Your thoughts were clouded with a thick fog and your cheeks were hot, but you liked it, liked the way your insides felt warm and uplifted, the way your mind felt numb; holding your hand against the wall to steady yourself as you walked to the front door, you attempted to mentally prepare yourself for the night to come.

You didn’t think you’d ever been so ready for something in your life.

iv.

In less than an hour, the party had gone from decent to good to great.

You knew the girl who was throwing the party, albeit very vaguely; you’d spoken a couple of times to her about school-related things, and she’d been nice enough. From what you’d heard, her parents had gone out of town for the weekend, and she’d taken full advantage of the opportunity.

It reminded you of when Miriam and your father had gone off on their honeymoon in July, and Michael had taken it upon himself to throw 3 consecutive keg parties in your fucking house. Well, technically, your backyard. But still. You’d stayed up in your room those nights, kept awake by the thumping bass coming from outside, ranting to your (ex) best friend over FaceTime about how goddamn much you hated the newest addition to your family.

And, of course, she’d gone and fucked him.

Could you really judge her, though? You were fucking him now, too, and you had infinitely more reasons than she did not to fuck him.

But that was besides the point.

The small group of girls who’d been in the car when you were picked up immediately dispersed upon arrival, leaving you to your own devices; already intoxicated, you’d begun your search for Michael in the crowd of drunken teenagers, keeping an eye out for that impeccable, lush mop of blonde hair.

You didn’t know what you were planning to do once you saw him. You couldn’t approach him, especially not if he was with his friends, but you wanted him to see you in all your glory, wanted him to see that hey, look, I can go to parties too if I want, and I don’t need you.

Michael, however, found you first.

It was much later (though you couldn’t be quite sure how much later), after you’d given up on your search, opting instead to talk to a cute boy who you thought looked very similar to one of Michael’s friends.

Honestly, it probably was one of Michael’s friends- at this point, you were too drunk to tell, having indulged in one or two (okay, more like three or four) more shots during the time you’d spent weaving through the party.

You were in the middle of telling the boy exactly how you knew that Chuck E Cheese recycled their pizza slices when a thick, slurred voice interrupted you.

“(Y/n)?”

You turned, eyes heavy-lidded, a stupid, sloppy smile plastered across your made-up face.

That smile only slightly faltered when you saw who had spoken. It was Michael (because who else would it be?), looking stupidly beautiful like he always did, face twisted up into something you couldn’t quite decipher- maybe you were too drunk to tell, or maybe he was too drunk to properly convey his emotions; either way, you were unsure of what he was planning to say to you.

“Who did you come here with?” he asked. He was practically yelling, struggling to be heard over the shouts of teenagers and blasting rap music.

“Wouldn’t you-“ you hiccuped- “like to know?”

His line of sight suddenly dropped down to your chest, and then to your hips, and then back to your eyes, and you were 99.9 percent sure you’d just witnessed his eyes nearly bulging out of his head.

When he realized you’d noticed him looking, he made an attempt to save himself. “Huh. Looks like you actually put effort into looking good for once.”

You probably would’ve been offended at this comment, had you not been multiple shots deep.

“You think I look good?” you purred, rocking back and forth on your heels like a spoiled little girl asking for her father for a pony.

He ignored your question, focusing his attention now on the boy you’d been talking to.

“There you are, dude, we were wondering where you went.” He poised an eyebrow, not bothering to conceal his confusion with the situation at hand, which was, of course, the fact that you were mid-conversation with one of his friends. “So, um... whatcha doing?”

He dug his hands into the pockets of his jeans, a venomous smile stretching across his full lips. He wasn’t happy, that much you could tell.

The boy let out an oblivious chuckle. “Your sister was just telling me about- what was it, (y/n)?”

“Chuck E Cheese,” you said quietly, probably too quietly for Michael to hear. Not that you really believed Michael cared much about what you’d been talking about.

“Right- well, did you know that there’s like, a conspiracy, I guess? That they-“

“-Don’t fuck around with my sister, okay?” Michael interjected, his tone firm and unyielding, and you felt your face bloom with color. “It’s my fucking sister, man. I would back off if I were you.”

All at once, the boy’s smile faded, as did yours. So apparently Michael was an aggressive drunk. Noted.

“Michael, I can talk to whoever I want and there’s nothing-“ you jabbed your finger at Michael’s chest, giggling uncontrollably at the resistance of the muscular surface. “-you can do about it. So suck. My. Dick.”

The muscles in Michael’s face tightened, and you got the smallest urge to run your tongue along the sharp, angular stretch of his clenched jawline. Of course, you refrained.

“I would’ve thought you learned not to run around with my friends after the first time, but I guess I was wrong,” he said with a shrug that you could tell was meant to make him appear indifferent to the matter; it didn’t take a psychologist to tell, though, that he cared far more than you knew he’d ever admit.

“Yeah, I guess you were,” you slurred, spinning around to take hold of your new friend’s hand. “C’mon, let’s go.”

Without another word to Michael, you walked away, your new friend allowing you to guide him as you searched for somewhere else to go. Swaying your hips with each step, you hoped Michael was getting a good eyeful of your ass in those skintight jeans of yours.

God, it was like a natural high whenever you got under Michael’s skin, and right now, you were over the moon.

v.

You should’ve known that things would end up like this, because your life was one massive cacophony of clichés and this was just the way things played out in every single teen sitcom.

It felt disrespectful, somehow, being pushed up against the wall of a total stranger’s bedroom, your tongue tangling with some kid you hardly knew, the taste of liquor ripe on the back of your throat.

It felt even more disrespectful when you sat him down on the edge of the bed, sinking onto your knees so you were between his jean-clad thighs, and it felt downright indecorous when you unzipped his pants to pull his cock out of his boxers.

You shut your eyes to avoid accidentally making eye contact with any of the pictures adorning the wall, especially the family photo enclosed within a picture frame that had Family Is Everything written across the bottom in hot pink script.

What the fuck were you doing?

Taking the boy’s cock in your hand, you applied a few thoughtless licks to the head of his dick, his sighs audible even over the muffled music that spilled into the room underneath the closed door. You bobbed your head down, taking him into your mouth, his fingers gently lacing with your hair as you dipped further.

With your eyes closed, you could almost pretend that it was Michael’s dick in your mouth, and not one of his not-as-cute friend’s.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” moaned the boy, and you cringed at his dirty talk; still, you took more of him into your mouth, pressing your tongue flat against his shaft, wishing he’d put more pressure on the back of your head with his palm like Michael always did.

Fuck Michael Langdon, fuck the way you wanted him even when he was a total asshole to you, and fuck the fact that he was on your mind, nonstop, even when you had another guy’s dick in your goddamn mouth.

You brought your hand away from the boy’s shaft and instead placed it on his thigh, pushing your head down until you were gagging around him, nose nearly reaching his balls. The boy gasped, inadvertently lifting his hips and shoving himself deeper in your mouth, and you sputtered.

From out in the hallway, you heard someone talking about finding the bathroom, the voice growing louder and louder until the mystery speaker was directly outside the bedroom; it didn’t occur to you to be concerned, or at least not until it was far too late and the door had already swung open, and you heard two startled shouts- one from the boy you’d been sucking off, and one from the person who’d just barged in.

“Michael-“ exclaimed the boy, and it was then that you realized how truly fucked you were.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Michael said, and you felt a hand entangle with your hair to yank you back, painfully, so you were sprawled on your ass.

You looked up at your stepbrother, his nostrils flaring in that way that only happened when he was pissed, and silently you scolded yourself for thinking that he looked hot like this.

“Didn’t I tell you not to fuck with my sister?” he continued, grabbing his friend by the front of his shirt and jerking him to his feet. The boy looked positively terrified, lower lip trembling as Michael whirled him around and sent him catapulting out into the hallway.

“You ever touch her again and I’ll snap your fucking neck,” he yelled after him, sounding so dead serious that you thought it’d be foolish not to believe his threat.

Now it was just the two of you, and honestly, you were pretty fucking scared (though why, oh why, did you also feel something like excitement building up in your belly?). Michael slammed the door shut before coming to tower over you; you scrambled back, moving to stand up, but he stopped you.

“No. You stay down there,” he spat, voice laden with disgust. “Who knew you were such a little slut? If you wanted something to suck on, (y/n), you could’ve just asked me.”

“Mi-Michael, I-“

“-Shut the fuck up.” He reached down to take a fistful of your hair in his hand, using it to bring you roughly to your knees.

Why the fuck was this happening? And why the fuck were you so completely turned on?

“If cock in your mouth is what you wanted, then that’s exactly what you’re going to get,” he said, unzipping his pants and retrieving himself from the confines of his boxers; he was already hard, his cock springing forward so suddenly it almost hit you across the face, and you flinched.

“Aww, what’s the matter? I thought you liked having cock in your face,” he taunted, taking his thick shaft in hand and slapping you across the cheek with it. He did this a few more times until the side of your face was stinging, sadistic laughter bubbling past his lips each time you squeezed your eyes shut in utter humiliation and arousal.

When he grew bored of this, he reached down and manually unhinged your jaw, wasting no time before pushing himself into your mouth, brushing the back of your throat with his first thrust.

You gagged, drool already seeping from the corners of your lips, balling your hands into fists at your sides as you allowed your stepbrother to mercilessly use you.

He snapped his hips forward, his cock so deep in your throat that you were now face-to-face with the soft curls surrounding his pelvis.

“I bet he didn’t fuck your face like this,” he said between pants, holding your face against his balls before pulling out and fucking back into your hot mouth. “Bet he didn’t show you who you belong to like I do.”

You moaned around his stiff skin, sending vibrations up the length of his cock, and he cursed loudly; tears streamed down your face, no doubt ruining your makeup, but you were too far gone to care.

Michael pulled out of your swollen mouth, strings of saliva stretching and breaking between your mouth and his glistening cock. You took in a much-needed breath just as he took you by the front of your shirt and forced you to stand, groping your tits as he thrust you backwards onto the bed.

“Did you let him inside you?” he demanded, making quick work of removing your jeans and tossing them off the side of the bed.

“No, Michael, I swear-“

He cupped your pussy, making you squirm when he pressed two fingers against your clit through the thin material of your panties. “I better not find out that you’re lying.”

He pulled your underwear off and discarded it on the floor, leaning down to spit a thick wad of saliva onto your dripping cunt. You whimpered, wiggling slightly against the mattress, and in turn he pinned you down by your hips with a bruising hold.

“I’m gonna be as clear as I can be,” he said, flipping you onto your stomach and lifting you up by your waist so your ass was in the air. He wrapped a strand of your hair around his hand, tugging your head back, and you could feel his hard length pressing against your thigh as he brought his head down to whisper in your ear.

“This pussy?” He landed a painful slap on your cunt, and you jumped. “It belongs to me.”

You bit your lip at his words, ringing in your ears even after they’d left his mouth. He let your hair go, hooking his fingers around your cheek to push them inside your mouth, and obediently you opened up for him.

“And this pretty mouth?” He lined his cock up with your slit, pumping his fingers in and out of your gaping mouth, your eyes watering when he pushed them down on the back of your tongue. “It’s mine too.”

In one swift motion, he pushed all the way into you, not allowing you any time to adjust before he began hammering inside at a ruthless pace; you cried out, overtaken with the seamless blend of pain and pleasure that Michael had gotten you so accustomed to, more tears streaming down your cheeks and dropping onto the sheets below.

He pulled his fingers out from your mouth, using his hand instead to smack the rounded curve of your ass. You buried your face in the pillow, hoping you wouldn’t stain the case too badly with your smeared makeup, arching your back higher so you could feel every inch of Michael’s cock filling you up.

The vulgar, wet sounds of his cock slamming in and out of you were almost too much to bear, a mixture of your arousal and Michael’s spit dripping down your inner thighs in a crude display; Michael gripped your hips for leverage, undoubtedly forming five fingerprint-shaped bruises on your padded skin in the process.

“Oh fuck- Michael, please-“ It hurt, the way he was fucking you, but you would’ve sold your soul right then if it meant always being able to feel this intense, rapturous pleasure.

“Who do you belong to?” Michael barked, voice raspy, but still harsh enough to cut through your consciousness like a knife.

“Y-you, Michael, fuck,” you moaned, twisting the bedsheets in your hands until your knuckles turned white, eyes rolling back into your skull as Michael bottomed out inside you again and again and again.

For a moment, he steadied his thrusting so he could catch his breath, slowly pressing himself all the way inside so his balls rested against your ass.

“You- take me- so- well,” he said between sharp inhales, tracing one hand gingerly down the length of your spine. Your skin erupted with goosebumps at the tenderness of his touch, your hips grinding back to increase the stimulation.

It only took a few moments for Michael to recuperate himself, and once he had, he was back to his animalistic ways; behind you, you could hear him grunting, and you could only imagine how beautiful he looked back there in all his fucked-out bliss.

“I’m- I’m-“ you couldn’t get the words out, your walls clenching around him as you came unexpectedly, your juices dribbling down your inner thighs and all over Michael’s cock.

“Holy shit,” Michael laughed, coating his fingertips until they were slick with your essence and observing them in awe. You went to get up, but he turned you onto your back, kneeling over your shoulders and promptly inserting himself down your throat.  

He groaned, releasing his thick, salty load in your mouth; he was so deep in your throat that you didn’t even have to swallow.

“Fuck,” Michael said, falling back to lie beside you. You were a mess, trails of mascara staining your cheeks and red lipstick smudged, and you had no idea how you were going to leave the room without someone wondering what the hell had happened to you.

You got into a cross-legged position; you definitely weren’t in any position to get up or walk anywhere at this point in time. “So were you actually pissed that I sucked your friend’s dick? Or was that just an excuse to throw me around and fuck my face?”

It was an earnest question that you genuinely didn’t know the answer to. Why did Michael care so much anyway? Especially considering the times he’d fucked your (ex) best friend?

“Little bit of both,” he said, hoisting up his hips so he could pull up his boxers and jeans. “Look. I- I may have overreacted just a little bit. I just don’t want my douchebag friends putting their hands on my sister, you know?”

You scoffed. “We both know you don’t consider me your sister.”

“Doesn’t matter. I just- I don’t know. Forget it.” He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and rising to his feet. “I’m gonna go see if I can find makeup remover somewhere. You look like a fucking wreck.”

There was something about that statement that made your heart swell in your chest; Michael was actually doing something nice for you?

“Aww, really? Thanks, Michael,” you said with a smile.

He scrunched up his face. “Alright, calm down.”

He opened the door and disappeared into the hallway, leaving you half-naked and alone with your thoughts. You felt conflicted, like you always did after you spent time with Michael, but you couldn’t help but feel that there was something, deep down, inside the hardened, fucked-up heart of your stepbrother, that actually resembled something good.

Or maybe it was just the alcohol talking.

[9bambi-blog]

*   //    𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴   …   /𝚃𝙷𝙴_𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴_𝙼𝙰𝙽   :     𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐨   also known as  𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢   is wanted for grand larceny. she is a twenty-one year old cis female who has ties to the mastermind because     𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨.   𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷  :   𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑤, 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠, 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠, & 𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠. 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁   :   𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐞𝐮𝐧.  

hello my name is julie   &   i’m really excited to be here   !!   if you don’t already have me on discord,   feel free to add me   @    *kisses els cheek gently*#8023

ok love you all kissy   !!   🥺💖🦌🌱🎀💝🌠🌿💕

*   /      𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌    ;     𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

name:                    adora seo   (   kang jinah   )

age:                      twenty one

sign:                   capricorn sun   /   gemini moon     (   click   )

sexual orientation:                      bisexual

romantic orientation:                     biromantic

alignment:                        chaotic neutral

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*   /      𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌    ;     𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲

tw : death, a fire 

✧ .     part 1:   kang jinah. 

adora seo,   born as   kang jinah,   grew up in poverty.   her mother’s pregnancy had been one outside of wedlock,   meaning her family disowned her as soon as the news came out 

after living on the streets   /    having temporary accommodations on   &   off for the next couple of years,   jinah’s mother was able to get a job as a housekeeper for this vv rich couple 

the   seo family   lived on a vv lavish   &   spacious estate on the countryside,   completely separated from any type of life 

they lived in their own little world,   as they had to drive nearly 45 min to reach the nearest town 

this also meant that when jinah’s mother started working there her daughter was allowed to stay in the staff quarters as well 

mr.   &   mrs.   seo were super fond of jinah,   as she reminded them of their own daughter,   adora

honestly adora didn’t really like jinah as adora was a spoiled brat   &   didn’t enjoy sharing part of the spotlights with some random child

her mother worked hard to earn her place in that house,   while jinah was mainly there to entertain adora.   they would get homeschooled together,   whenever adora wanted to play outside jinah had to tag along   &   carry all her toys,   &   whenever jinah was free she tended to help her mother out as well with whatever she was working on 

despite all of this jinah had a fairly nice childhood,   spending every free moment outside in the forest next to the mansion 

which ! ultimately saved her life 

after one particular night of adora being super nasty n mean to her,   jinah couldn’t go back to bed so she decided to sneak out   &   go to her hideout spot in the forest,   next to a creek 

when she returned a few hours later,   just wanting to go back to bed,   she honestly got the surprise of her life when the mansion was burning down 

she fainted   </3   she just remembers panicking   &   being woken up by paramedics who had taken her to a hospital,   &   when she asked them where her mother was they told her   mrs. seo hadn’t survived the fire,   &   everything will be okay adora 

 she never corrected them 

✧ .     part 2: adora seo.

the fire had been a disaster to a point where no one inside the house had survived   &   the bodies had been beyond identifiable with the resources they had back then   (   not to mention lazy work from authorities   )   meaning jinah,   now   adora,   inherited a whole lot of money without anyone even questioning her identity

they honestly didn’t have any reason to do so either as the seo family had no relatives left,   they’d been secluded all these years,   &   her and adora were the exact same age 

everyone felt really bad for her,   she kinda made headlines as a   ‘   wonder child   ’   for surviving such a tragedy,   &   got to live with extended family of the seo’s in new york city 

it was surprisingly easy,   honestly,   how quickly she got used to being adora.   she got..   really pampered by all the people surrounding her because they pitied her,   &   that being the first time she got any real attention   /   love   from adults...   she wasn’t going to tell them she was lying to them all   HDFJKDFGJFKDFJK   so she just stayed quiet,   avoided eye contact whenever she met people who’d seen adora as a baby,   &   grew up surrounded by socialites 

honestly   !!!!!   the hardest part out of all of this   (   for her   )   was how she couldn’t find any information on her mother as everyone just kept talking about the seo’s   😔   she never got any closure when it comes to her mother’s death  

✧ .     part 3: bambi.

ok so adora grew up,   was lowkey a golden child as she didn’t like talking to people so she just focused on her work,   aka she got things done   <333   &   lived a vv good life 

in college she met   enzo   at some local coffee shop,   who had been working with   j   by then

there was this guy in front of her basically excusing himself bc he forgot his wallet at home   &   she overheard and was like   ..   oh   !   let me pay for him   !   and basically he insisted on repaying her with a date   &   she said yes   &   then they slowly but surely fell in love   <333

their relationship was an overall good one   !!   he really helped her come out of her shell,   while she gave him a safe haven as his family life wasn’t the best 

it wasn’t until one night she overheard him having a phonecall with j that she grew suspicious,   thinking he’d been cheating on her,   &  basically demanded for him to explain himself 

he confessed he’s been working with this person for crime related stuff,   how he was of great use for them,   &   that adora was welcome to meet j if she wanted to 

she was honestly super upset   &   ready to break up with him,   but he basically begged her to stay by reminding her how they promised to be each other’s ride or die,   &   only then she reluctantly agreed to the meet up 

but honestly the moment they met she realized well enough she already knew too much   &   that there was no way out 

working along with the 2017 heist was a vv surreal experience for her,   even though her job was relatively easy 

a couple of weeks before the heist was supposed to take place adora   &   enzo got into a big fight 

basically she begged for them to just run away   &   forget about j and the others,   vv aware of the risks,   &   that she had enough money for the two of them to live a comfortable life elsewhere 

but he basically told her that j would always be his top priority 

she was kinda pissed   &   baffled so she broke up with him that night

they decided not to tell the crew   (   kinda planning on talking it out as soon as the heist was over   )   as they didn’t want to cause any type of distraction when tensions were already running high 

but honestly she was ready to leave after the heist,   already having plane tickets to disappear somewhere in europe 

so   ..   when that night went horribly wrong   &   enzo died,   she was kinda like   :/   ok guess i can’t take my flight to anymore..

once again when people broke down the news to her,   she didn’t correct anyone   &   played her role as enzo’s grieving girlfriend vv well 

basically she told alec she was planning on leaving a couple of days later   (   as he was one of her closer friends at the time   )   and he basically was like   ..   yea no ur not i know who u are   &   basically she’s   ..   being blackmailed into doing the 2020 heist out of fear of alec telling j that she’s been lying about her identity all along 

like she really doesn’t want to die   QJHDJSJDFDKS 

*   /       𝖉𝖎𝖌 𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖗   ;     𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

she’s overall a nice person   !!   she doesn’t want to be there   &   sometimes it shows but she tries to make the most out of it   <333

not to mention that she does her job really well like   ..   once she focuses on something she needs to make sure everything’s going perfect  

kinda emotionally constipated 

kinda smart 

she’s honestly your stereotypical capricorn this is sick ..   (   i’m not talking about you veer i love you   🥺   )

she’s reliable   &   loyal though   !!   adora’s observant   &   knows a Lot about people but she always keeps things to herself  

ok .. this is it for now .. lets plot aha <3 🙈

[imaginesinthewind]

What makes us who we are

Requested by anonymous: Seeing Jon after the battle of the bastards who u haven’t seen since he left for the watch and u being best friends but u secretly loved him and still do and then seeing his scars and u ask him about what happened and love his scars that he’s always embarrassed of and u trying to make him proud of them

A/N: I don’t know if this is how you wanted it, but I hope you’ll enjoy this!

Warnings: Jon beating the shit out of Ramsay but followed by fluff. Also, Tumblr striked me because I’ve used a gif of Jon’s scars ugh so I’ve changed it into a smiley Jon!

Gifs are not mine.

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As a handmaiden in Winterfell, you always heard a lot of things about a lot of people. You were the ears of the castle and those days, a rumor had spread like wildfire. Everyone was whispering about it; in the corridors, in the kitchens...

It said that Jon Snow was on his way to Winterfell, and he was not coming alone. He was coming with an army.

Even though you were deeply happy at the prospect of seeing your closest friend again, with whom you had shared so many memories, the other rumors mortified you.

It was said that he was outnumbered, and all you could think about was, what if he fell on the battlefield? What if... he died? What if you could never see him again? You hadn’t seen him since he had left for the Wall, and you had survived Ramsay’s cruelty in hope of one day being able to meet your best friend again. 

But what if... he died without ever knowing how you felt about him?

You did not really remember when your feelings for Jon changed from friendship to love. You only remembered the moments when you were together; when he had taught you how to use a sword, “you have to know how to defend yourself, (Y/N)”, he had pretended at the time, or when he always used to defend you and stand up for you. You also remembered when he had taught you how to ride a horse and how you would always beg him to take you out of Winterfell’s walls to ride for hours in the fields. 

Trying to ignore the lump in your throat, you were currently heating up water for all the soldiers coming back from the battle and who would surely need to take a bath, no matter on which side they would be on. Grabbing the pot above the fire, you filled in the wooden bathtub with hot water when suddenly, loud screams and sword noises could be heard from the outside. You ran up to the window to see that the doors had been opened. 

Hope was beginning to rise in your heart when you saw Stark armors entering in the courtyard, only to fade again when you saw Ramsay with a bow in his hands. 

Following with your eyes who he was aiming for, you almost did not recognize him at first. But behind all the mud and the blood, you would have recognized those grey eyes filled with rage anywhere. 

“Jon!” You could not help but gasp as Ramsay shot his first arrow, but luckily, Jon bent down just in time and picked up a shield. 

As another arrow was flying in the air, you left the room with haste, rushing in other servants in the corridors but you could not care less. By the time you reached the courtyard, Ramsay was thrown to the ground by a Jon that seemed like a complete stranger to you. His eyes were filled with a hatred that could burn an enemy alive, and you feared that he might kill him - not that you cared about that. But that Jon was far from the shy boy that had left to join the Night’s Watch.

You did not count how many times he punched him, and you could not look away from what Ramsay’s face had become; only a trail of blood. But Jon, after a while, stopped his arm in the air and slowly raised his eyes; eyes that met his sister’s and then, yours. 

Tears immediately began to fill your eyes. You wanted to throw yourself into his arms and cry and tell him how much you had missed him, but you did not dare to move. Jon slowly got up and walked up to you, a mix of shame, surprise and relief shining in his eyes. As you were only a few centimeters away from each others, you raised a shaky hand to slowly wipe off all the mud from his cheeks with your sleeve 

“Is it... is it really you?” You asked, your voice being nothing but a mere whisper.

Jon smiled at you and took your hand in his gloved one. 

“Yes, it’s really me, (Y/N).”

Tears began to roll down your cheeks, but between them, you managed to tell Jon with a small laugh, “it took you a long while to come back... I missed you.”

And on those words, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and hugged him but not too firmly, because you did not know if he was hurt. However, Jon warned you, quite amused, “I don’t think you should do that. Your clothes will get all dirty.”

“Don’t care,” you answered stubbornly, and as you could hear his laugh, he wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you so tight that your feet left the ground for a few seconds. 

“I missed you too, (Y/N). More than you can imagine.”

Butterflies started to fly in your belly, and you knew that your feelings for him had not changed. 

As Jon put you back on the ground, you asked him with a smirk, “so what’s up with being Lord Commander?”

A shadow passed in Jon’s eyes and he smiled sadly. “I am not anymore.” 

“What?”

“I have a lot to tell you, (Y/N). But first-”

“You need a bath,” you cut him. “Come with me.”

You went to get a sponge and some soap while Jon undressed himself. He was already in the water when you got back. You bent down and started to slowly rub his shoulders with the sponge. “You don’t have to do this, you know,” Jon said, but you smiled awkwardly and answered, “It’s alright. I am used to it.” 

“How hard as it been, here?” He asked as you were now cleaning up his back. “Bad,” you admitted. “Ramsay could be very imaginative when he wanted to be cruel. Everyone here was terrified.” Jon looked quite worried and his eyes met yours for a moment.

“What about you? Did he hurt you?”

You stopped what you were doing and simply answered, “it’s over, now. No need to worry anymore. But what about you?”

Jon sighed and remained silent for a moment.

“I don’t even know where to begin.”

You started to clean the top of his chest, when you noticed curious marks, causing you to frown. It looked like... dagger scars. 

Jon followed your gaze and you immediatly felt that he was uneasy. 

“Jon... What’s this?”

He did not answer straight away, and you noticed a glimmer of shame in his  grey eyes. Then, he lowered his eyes and whispered, “I... there was a mutiny and... I got killed.”

As Jon told you the terrible story that had cost him his life, you were gripping the edge of the bathtub more and more strongly, until you finally put a hand on his shoulder. “Jon... I am so sorry...”

“Don’t be. If anything, they remind me of how I’ve failed,” he sighed with shame, and you squeeze his shoulder a little. Jon had not changed on that regard. He always tend to put himself down. 

“You did not fail. Look at what you have achieved now, the Northmen, the Knights of the Vale and the Wildlings have fought bravely together and they won, all of this thanks to you. Maybe you were not meant to stay in the Night’s Watch.”

You gently brushed one of his scars with your fingertips, the one that had cost him his life. You felt Jon’s gaze on you and started blushing. 

“Scars remind us of who we are, what we went through and what we’ve survived. You should be proud to wear them. I am... proud of you.” 

You let your hand fall into the water that was now barely warm. You still didn’t want to meet his eyes, and after a while, Jon lift you chin up with his finger, causing your heart to bump in your chest. 

“Gods, I’ve missed you, (Y/N).”

Then, suddenly, he reduced the space between you and him and put his forehead on yours, his hand on your neck. Your eyes fell inevitably on his lips, then his eyes, and his lips again.

When he kissed you, his lips were so warm and it was like a thousand feelings all at once. You felt so much in that moment that you thought your heart would probably stop, but you answered eagerly and wrapped your hands into his hair. 

“I love you,” you quickly breathed between two kisses, “I’ve always had.”

Then, Jon knew.

He knew where he belonged. 

[dvlwthn]

“ tot  zhe  molot  chto  drobit  steklo  ,  kuyet  stal  . ”

Is that KAT MCNAMARA? No, that’s just SERAPHINA M. BLACKWELL-BYERS. They were born on 22/11/95 and are a WITCH (Circle of the Aurora Coven) living in Northknot Town. They work as a MANAGER AT NORTHKNOT AUTOSHOP. Some say they're LOYAL and RESOURCEFUL, but I’ve heard others say they're BLUNT and CONFRONTATIONAL. When you think of her, don’t you think of POWER RADIATING FROM THE MOON, THE SMELL OF THE AIR AFTER RAIN, UNWAVERING LOYALTY?

A E S T H E T I C

a  wild  hurricane  unwilling  to  be  tamed  .  running  with  wolves  .  powered  by  the  moon  .  unwavering  loyalty  .  hidden  pain  .  unknown  past  .  craving  a  knowledge  that  will  never  be  learned  .  unapologetic  eyes  .  the  smell  of  the  air  after  rain  .  staring  up  at  the  night  sky  .

Q U O T E S

“  tot  zhe  molot  chto  drobit  steklo  ,  kuyet  stal  (the same hammer that shatters glass, forges steel)  .   ”   –  old russian proverb.

“  the  only  people  for  me  are  the  mad  ones  ,  the  ones  who  are  mad  to  live  ,  mad  to  talk  ,  mad  to  be  saved  ,  desirous  of  everything  at  the  same  time  ,  the  ones  who  never  yawn  or  say  a  commonplace  thing  ,  but  burn  ,  burn  ,  burn  like  fabulous  yellow  roman  candles  exploding  like  spiders  across  the  stars  .   ”   –   jack kerouac.

“  to  be  reborn  ,  you  have  to  die  first   .   ”  –   lucien carr.

M U S I C    P L A Y E R

“   i  will  always  fall  and  rise  again  –-  your  venomous  heroine  .  'cause  i  am  a  survivor  .  yeah  ,  i  am  a  fighter  .  ”   the fighter by in this moment.

“  i've  been  running  through  the  jungle  ,  i've  been  running  with  the  wolves  to  get  to  you  ,  to  get  to  you  .  i've  been  down  the  darkest  alleys  ,  saw  the  dark  side  of  the  moon  .  ”   wolves by selena gomez.

“  as  i'm  looking  up  (as I'm looking up) ...  suddenly  the  sky  erupts  (sky erupts, sky erupts)  .  flames  alight  the  trees  ,  spread  to  fallin'  leaves  .  now  they're  right  upon  me  .  ”   trampoline by shaed ft zayn.

“  on  me  dit  que  le  destin  se  moque  bien  de  nous  .  qu'il  ne  nous  donne  rien  et  qu'il  nous  promet  tout  ...  paraît  que  le  bonheur  est  à  portée  de  main  .  alors  on  tend  la  main  et  on  se  retrouve  fou  .  ” quelqu’un m’a dit by carla bruni.

P E R S O N A L I T Y  

+ adaptable, protective, and caring  - stubborn, arrogant, and impatient

this girl is always ready for anything! no matter the situation, she knows how to work her way around it and make it work in her favour. moving around so much as a child, the girl HAD TO learn to adapt, she wouldn’t have survived if she didn’t. there were some pretty terrible homes but she always made it through. but being in those homes and seeing how certain people where treated, the little witch became super protective of them. she was always on guard and would do whatever she could to help someone in need. even if it was taking the blame for something they did. she always endured it so they didn’t have to. there would be times when she was offered a way out. older kids running away and willing to take her with them, but she was too stubborn. she wouldn’t budge, she’d stay to look out for the other kids. 

over the years, she’d teach herself magic and while there was obviously things she needed to learn, she was actually pretty decent considering. she was powerful. and that in turn made her a little arrogant, she tried not to be but sometimes she couldn’t help. she was proud of herself and no one else would be.... so eventually that proud feeling just turned into arrogance. once she started learning more, she really couldn’t wait. she knew she could do it all, she had the power for it, but not the knowledge. it became a bit of a problem. she was too impatient, needed to learn everything and anything. she had been on her own for so long, she didn’t know how to do things on other’s time. 

her thirst for knowledge didn’t stop with just magic, she really did want to know everything. you never know when you might need the information. when it might be useful to someone in need. helping people is just something she did. sure there are times she’s a bit standoffish, but more often than not, she is going out of her way to help. she can be a little blunt, but she only has people’s best interest in mind... to her, it’s not her fault if someone can’t handle it. 

H E A D C A N O N S

001.  seraphina marie blackwell comes from lillian’s bloodline. though she was very unaware of that fact for the longest time. see, her birth parents gave her up right after she was born–-- she has spent her whole life thinking they didn’t want her. but the truth is, while she was never planned, the gave up their life to create a hunter. it was a vow they made long before seraphina was conceived. so even if they did want her, they couldn’t keep her.

002. she was meant to be given to some friends of their, but two weeks into her living there, they were killed and she was left to go into the system. anytime someone tried to adopt her, her powers went out of control, leaving her to be left behind. when she was a little older, they put her in a foster home. but those never lasted and she spent her childhood moving from home to home. the blackwell witch hated it, but she did met plenty of other kids and formed some pretty deep connections. mainly with other witches and wolves. unaware that she did indeed have a special bond with wolves. see, it was her great, great, great, great (etc.) grandmother, lillian who casted the spell that created wolves... and it was her job, as part of that bloodline, to look after wolves. no matter where she went, she always had some type of connection with a wolf and she always helped where she could. whether it meant helping them personally or helping someone stay protected from them. it all depended on the wolf.

003. when she was sixteen she was adopted into a family of wolves. she wasn’t the only one that felt the connections, wolves did as well, these wolves just felt a connection that made them wish to help her. she got lucky this time because she has had to deal with wolves who’ve felt the need to kill her. but that’s beside the point... this family of wolves took her in and welcomed her. introduced her to some witches who could really help. from then own, the girl went from having no family to having two. the family of wolves and the aurora coven of witches.. 

004. due to her bloodline, it is no surprise that the blackwell girl drew her power from the moon. she really got lucky that her parents, after they adopted her, introduced her to the right coven. within the coven she learn more magic than she had only be able to teach herself and she also happened to learn about her biological parents and her bloodline. it surprised her and broke her heart. . . but she loved her family. she wouldn’t trade them in for the world.

005.  despite living in northknot her entire childhood, she did take a year to herself and traveled. ended up meeting witches from all over who weren’t ready to go to northknot yet. she also met more wolves and managed to convince the rouge ones to travel to northknot and possibly join a pack. during this year she faced challenges that, while left her scared, really helped her with her power. she really got to become the best version of herself.

006. after her year was up, she moved back, this time into a place of her own, though she still talks to her parents everyday. her brothers lived with her for a couple of years too but ended up wanted to do their own thing. during this time since being back, she went to the uni, finished uni, and even became a manager at her job in the autoshop. fixing cars and bikes and such is something she was always kind of good at. she was always super into cars when she was younger. had even got in trouble a couple of times for street racing. she’s hoping her next step is to either become part owner of the shop or buy her own shop.

007. NOW: she is still working as a manager at the autoshop. still lives in her house, got new roommates since her brothers moved out... still calls her dad everyday (her mum was killed by some rogue vampire who was just travelling through). 

C O N N E C T I O N S

ADOPTED BROTHERS. they can be the bio kids to their parents or adopted like she was. but they are both werewolves. she completely adores her brothers and used to get into a lot of mischief with them. probably still does.

BEST FRIEND. her person. this person is her ride or die. the person she’d be able to go to if she had to hide a body. due to her bond with witches and wolves, i think it’s be a bit more fun if her best friend was someone of a different species but i am open to anything. male/female/non-ninary, it doesn’t matter. just give this girl a best friend.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND. someone she met in one of the many foster homes she got stuck in. even if they didn’t always end up in the same house, they stayed friends. they met in a really bad house and just ended up having each other’s backs and it was just a bond that couldn’t be broken. i imagine they got into trouble a lot and had to be separated. [PJ SIMONS]

EX (WEREWOLF) BOYFRIEND. the same way she feels this connections to wolves, they feel something too. sometimes it’s a protection type connection, sometimes it’s just plain friendly, sometimes it’s even love... however, it’s not always a good connection and with this wolf, the connection wasn’t good. the two started dating BEFORE he triggered his ‘curse’ and everything was great. they LOVED each other. however, everything changed when he triggered his wolf gene. he couldn’t help it, couldn’t fight it at the time. so after a nasty fight, both managed to get away and haven’t seen each other since.

FWB. so while the saying is friends with benefits, they don’t actually need to be friends. they CAN BE, but it could also b fun to have an enemy with benefits type thing. they argue during the day and have their fun at night. just something to help relieve some stress ;)

ROOMMATES. two to three roommates. any species. they could have moved in because they were already friends with seraphina and needed a place. or maybe a coven mate. i would even take someone who responded to an add she posted and we can have this fun semi-awkward relationship between them because they don’t know each other as well but are trying to get to know each other better since they do live together. [MILES GREENWOOD & VIOLETTE CUNNINGHAM]

WEREWOLF SHE CONVINCED TO MOVE HERE. during her year away she ran into some rouge wolves and helped them as much as she could and told them to move to northknot. that they didn’t have to be alone anymore if they didn’t want to be. so i would love to see someone she told.

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Shizuka Cousland.

Full Name:

Shizuka Cousland.

Nickname/Alias:

Lady, Lady Cousland, Lady Shizuka, Ice lady,  Yukion'na, Shirayuki-hime.

Meaning:

Shizuka:

Quiet, Summer, Fragrance.

Yukion'na:

Snow Woman.

Shirayuki-Hime:

Snow White.

Title:

Lady, Warden, Lady Warden, Shirayuki, Shirayuki-Hime, Shizu.

Pet Name:

Pup, Ice Lady, Hime.

Gender Role:

More lady-like than anything. But, she has her moments.

Class:

Enchanted Warrior

Sheild and sword.

Orientation:

Straight.

Real Age:

Depends on the place and time.

Age Appearance:

17-20.

Birthday:

August, 24th.

Birthplace:

High Ever.

Zodiac Sign:

Virgo.

Immediate Family:

Father:

Bryce Cousland.

Mother: Eleanor Mac Eanraig.

Brother: Fergus Cousland

Sister in law: Oriana.

Nephew: Oren Cousland.

Ethnicity:

Alamarri and a Fereldan.

Eye Colour:

Crystal blue.

Hair Colour:

White-Silver, with a blue Tint in it.

Hairstyle:  

You would think her hair was easy to tame, but it wasn't. She has thick hair and while it was still straight and seemed to look neat, Shizuka always had a hard to taming it into the usaul hairstyle. It was down, never tied up so what could be hard about that. Right? you would be surprised to know how many tugs is there.  Brushing it into a neat place and leaving it was the hard part mostly, unlike most nobles who move there hair into buns or braids. She preferred it down and long, at least to her hips. Her bangs were combed to both ends, right and left. Leaving the centre of her forehead and face to be seen.

Makeup:

Her lips are painted red or pink, depending on her mood or how they got up. There was no need to put anything on her face really, she was perfect the way she is and her mother believed that woman should wear less than more when it comes to make up. She did, have some silver eye shadow as well. It was barely seen though.

Appearance:

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Body Type:

Athletic, but looks fragile from the first glance.

Build:

Petite looking, but well built for a women.

Birthmarks/scars:

There was a birth mark, of two eagles on her right shoulder, her twin has it as well.

Distinguishing Features:

Her pure white hair, pale skin and blue eyes.

Posture:

Lady-like.

Scent:

No one can place her scene, but apparently it's a flower called Andraste's Grace.

Heroes:

Mother and Father, Though recently it was the Grey Wardens.

Pets/Familiars:

A wolf, Though for this it is going to be like a normal dog, able to withstand the Taint.

Wardrobe examples:

F-o-r-m-a-l. O-u-t-f-i-t-s. B-a-l-l-r-o-o-m. O-u-t-f-i-t-s. F-i-g-h-t-i-n-g. O-u-t-f-i-t-s. C-a-s-u-a-l O-u-t-f-i-t-s. D-a-n-c-i-n-g. O-u-t-f-i-t-s. N-i-g-h-t w-e-a-r.

Equipment:

-Family sword.

-Sword level one.

-Sword level two.

-Sword level three.

-Cousland Shield.

-Shield level one.

-Shield level two.

-Shield level three.

Accessories:

-Locket.

-Family Ring with the crest on it.

-Magic book

-Journal/Diary.

-The crest of the Cousland family.

Element:

Water.

Biggest Failure:

Letting the people she loved die alone, even at all.  Her life was always about them and how she would bring her people up as a heir. At least, they told her as much. If she didn't then her brother would. Even then, they would have found someone willing to marry her anyway.

Secrets:

As a young girl she wished to be free, never to hold herself back. Her family always knew she wanted to be free and wander like her brother did. However, due to her class he was forced to ignore that and grow up. But, in there group she fears that her secret love for freedom might come out. A witch who has been free since a child, A sister who choose her path and lived with it, Even there Assassin friend made her wonder.  No one like her should even be thinking of that, but she did.

Hobbies/Interests:

Writing in her journal and diary, by herself, Walking in the forest alone or with someone, Watching the night sky, singing, Dancing, writing poems, horse riding.

Skills/Talents:

-There is a small part of magic in her, but not enough to call it dangerous. I'm trying something new with this, so I hope you will accept this part- She is NOT a full blood mage. -Casting without her hands. -Making her magic flow into her weapons. -Knowing different herbs, poisons. -Cooking. -Flower Arranging. -Can work with a shield, but she choose a smaller one than most.

Likes:

Singing, Dancing, Children, Animals, her brother, Alistair, morrigan, Writing poems, Cooking, Night walks.

Dislikes:

People treating Elves, Servants or anyone of low class bad, Her title coming up, talking about the past,  howe.

Pet Peeves:

-The Servants being treated badly. -Someone giving up with not say in the matter. -Pointless talk. -Bringing up the past. -Judging someone for no reason.

Personality Detailed:

Personality:

Intelligent

The Virgo are an intelligent lot, who would love to know about various subjects and increase their general knowledge.

Practical They don't believe in living in the fantasy world and will be very much in touch with the reality. Their practical approach is one of their biggest strength.

Analytical The Virgo possess an analytical mind and see things in black and white. They are capable of producing a clear analysis and thereby a solution of even the most complicated problems.

Reliable You can trust a Virgo for following the instructions and trying his best to do the job well. Besides, he is a rational person and would not let emotions affect his decisions.

Modest Since they are goal-oriented, perfectionists, rational and reliable, it is very likely that they are great achievers too. But you will rarely see them boasting about their accomplishments. Overcritical They have such a clear picture in their minds as to how things should be, the Virgo tend to be overcritical and lose the plot in the process. Fussy The Virgo-born often get lost in details and they will not have a peace of mind till they resolve all the issues. Besides, their strong likes and dislikes make them quiet fussy. Fastidious Pleasing or impressing a Virgo is tough job, as anything less perfect (in their eyes) does not make the cut. Harsh They call a spade a spade and they don't sugar-coat their opinions before putting them across. Their harshness does not always go down well with the people around them.

Conservative The Virgo are conservative and won't readily accept modern ideas. Maybe it has to do with their need to test the waters and be sure of the outcome.

Judgemental

The Virgo-born are criticised for being judgemental. They cannot ignore faults and mistakes as anything less than perfect is not good enough for them.

Symbol:

Cousland Crest.

Vice:

Chastity.

Virtue:

envy.

Background.

The outpost of Highever was originally a bannorn and was held by the Elstan family, who was a secondary branch of the then-freeholder family of Howes. During the Towers Age, Bann Conobar Elstan was murdered by his wife, Flemeth, thus ending the bloodline. Sarim Cousland, the captain of Conobar's guard, took the lands and title. The Couslands declared their independence from Amaranthine, starting a war that lasted thirty years. When the war ended, Highever won its independence and possession of half the land that had once been southwestern Amaranthine. Highever became a teyrnir during the Black Age. Previously, the Couslands held only the minor title of Bann. During the lycanthrope plague, Bann Haelia Cousland[1] or Mather Cousland[2] according to other sources, gathered the lords together under the Cousland banner to drive the werewolves out of their lands, thus earning the title of Teyrn. Calenhad Theirin was born in Highever in 5:10 Exalted as the third son of a poor merchant. He left at a young age to become a squire, but returned during the Unification of Ferelden as a Teyrn. The contemporary ruler of Highever was Teyrna Elethea Cousland; She fought the soon-to-be-King Calenhad in an attempt to maintain Highever's independence, and so when Calenhad's army reached Highever, Teyrna Elethea led the local banns against him, but lost against the future king. After Elethea's men were defeated, Calenhad asked her to swear fealty. She did, thus allowing the Couslands to retain the teyrnir in Calenhad's new kingdom.[2] In the beginning of the Storm Age, the Couslands conspired with Warden-Commander Sophia Dryden in the Grey Wardens' attempted rebellion. The rebellion was betrayed to King Arland by politicians before it began, and the king's guard ambushed their meeting place, with the rebels barely managing to escape. The Couslands were not so lucky, however. King Arland executed the Cousland Teyrn and a number of others, and then sent soldiers to Soldier's Peak to stamp out the remainder of the rebellion. During the rebellion against Orlais, the Couslands opposed the Orlesian rule. However, Arl Tarleton Howe of Amaranthine supported the Orlesians and this resulted in several bitter battles between Amaranthine and Highever. Eventually, the Couslands manage to capture Harper's Ford and hang Tarleton Howe for his treachery. Unlike his father, Rendon Howe was part of the rebellion like his uncle Arl Byron Howe. Rendon and Bryce Cousland fought beside each other at the battle of White River, becoming two of the fifty rebels who survived the defeat. Thereafter, Arl Rendon Howe was a great friend of the Couslands. Arl Howe later betrayed the Couslands, using the chaos of the Fifth Blight as his route to power. Teyrn Cousland had called together the forces of Highever and Amaranthine, intending to ride with Howe to support King Cailan against the darkspawn. However, upon arriving at Highever, Arl Howe told Teyrn Cousland that the Amaranthine forces would be delayed for a few of days. Not one to keep the King waiting, Teyrn Cousland sent the bulk of Highever's forces ahead to Ostagar under the command of his eldest son Fergus Cousland, intending to leave with Howe's Amaranthine men once they arrived. After Fergus left the castle, Howe's forces took advantage of the Couslands' weakened defense and made a surprise attack during the night, killing the teyrn, his wife Teyrna Eleanor Cousland, and Fergus' wife Oriana and son Oren, as well as most of the other inhabitants of the castle. Though Fergus was left as the rightful heir to the Teyrnir of Highever, Howe then declared himself the new teyrn. Eventually, however, Duncan will rescue the human noble from the surprise attack on Castle Cousland in exchange for joining the Grey Wardens. Following the end of the Fifth Blight, Fergus Cousland will inherit Highever and become the next Teyrn. Fergus will also be given control of Amaranthine, which he presents to the Grey Wardens.

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Relaxing on a chaise lounge beside the delightful pool that used to be the bath of an Emperor, Carmen adjusted her dark glasses against the glare of the sun on the letter.  She was wearing only a skimpy bikini of bright red and her trademark hat.

The floating island of VILE’s headquarters was presently in the tropics and that suited her perfectly.

She skimmed through the Chineighese characters with utter familiarity.  Her brother in law, Marehem, was having the time of his life, bedeviling the ROT expedition. She was chucking at the recent double disaster with the railroad cars and flipping ROT’s truck. (He insisted on using the character of poison toadstool for them).

Done with the letter, she handed it to Blendin, who was visiting.  He was chuckling himself as his mother hit the pool.  Her hat and glasses sat on the lounge.  She was a red and khaki torpedo swimming underwater to the other end of the pool.

She shot back, underwater again, the whole length of the pool and surfaced like a one horned porpoise. “What do you think, Blendin?”

“I think that Adora would be furious if she knew but she really has no grounds to be.  She did ask Eris to see what she could do to mess up ROT’s expedition.  It was Eris’ idea to send Uncle M!  

“After all, he has had so much fun with the Empire over the ages.  Simply amazing how much chaos VILE’S temporal transport device can cause in the right hooves and his are as wrong as they can get!”  They both shared a giggle.

Baron Von Nighthoof leaned down and took Carmen’s arm, lifting her effortlessly from the pool.  He was smiling warmly at her.  He hugged her closely and stepped back a single pace.

He offered her a flat case of the darkest wood, inlaid with his cutie mark.  Carmen took the case and opened it.  Her gasp of sheer pleasure was almost more reward than the Baron expected.

He nodded, “The copy of Pharow Underrock’s Golden necklace.  It is ready to grace the only neck on this whole world that can outshine its beauty.”  He reached forward and lifted the golden wonder out of its case and set it around Carmen’s neck, pulling her close as he fastened it.

She snuggled up to him and whispered, “You are not only evil, you are wicked!  And I love it!”

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Jeremy was riding in the carry saddle of Sehang Shu while they discussed his knowledge of Ethnological Geography.  After several hours, she said thoughtfully, “You actually do know more than your prior testing revealed, Jeremy.  I do wonder why you did so poorly when it came to the tests.”

Glumly, Jeremy stared out at the bleak landscape about them and replied, “It sounds like an excuse. Blame my family.  They are old Equestrian Military Service and proud of it.  When I tried to study around them, they always interrupted it.  Celestia forbid that I complain about it, either.”

“Did they not finance your education at the Royal University?”

“No, Sehang, they did not.  I was entirely dependent on grants and scholarships.  I have earned my way through my schooling.”

“I see, Jeremy.  I have earned my way also.  It is sad that such a family could not see fit to support so worthy a goal as education.

“Surely, though, with you at the University and they in Service or on the Family Estates, they had little opportunity to disrupt your studies?”

Jeremy snorted bitterly.  “I wish it was true, Sehang.  They had a nice townhouse in Canterlot, too.  They made such a career of “visiting” the U to noisily interrupt my studies that, at the end, Princess Luna, as the Chancellor of the U had to forbid them entry to the property of the University at all.

“My uncle, Colonel Broadhoof, spoke out against her interference in a family matter.  The Princess pointed out that it went beyond family, when they upset the other students’ studies.  

“He called her a pustulent creature of nightmare, to her face.”

Sehang Shu commented, “That sounds as unwise as telling the Emperor to shove one up his ass!”

Jeremy smiled a little at the humor and went on, “The suddenly Sargent Broadhoof found that out!  He was broken, forbidden any Canterlot Mustering and given a month of nightmares as punishment.”

“Bad dreams for a month is a severe punishment?”

Jeremy sucked his lips as he thought of a way to explain.  “Let me put it this way.  Somewhat over two thousand years ago, the Nightmare Wars got named that BECAUSE of Princess Luna’s use of nightmares as a weapon.  Almost 20% of the unicorns attacking the Fortress of Nightmare committed suicide within five days of coming to the battle front.”

Very softly, Sehang Shu  said, “I see.  And she has had over two thousand years since to perfect that craft.  Did he survive?”

Soberly, Jeremy replied, “Yes.  Sort of.  They released him from the Asylum about six months ago.  He is still under treatment.  The family blames me.  They say that it would not have happened, if I had not chosen the University over a military career.”

Sehang Shu nodded sadly.  “Some other herds view us in a similar manner.  I am sorry, Jeremy.

“I have a question though. With a military background, how did you miss Qushi Han Le’s sharpshooters at the dock in Singapone?”

Grimly, Jeremy replied, “That was my fault.  I was thinking of everything wrongly, and so did not even look for them.  I have only realized today from talking to you, that I had any problem.  Equestrian Superiority was an unquestioned value in my family.  I did not even realize that it had soaked into me since my foalhood.  I may still lapse but ask your forgiveness now.  I will do my best to sort this mess out.”

Sehang Shu nodded thoughtfully. “The most important part of education, Jeremy, is not the learning of facts, as important as that is.  It is the admission of ignorance and error accompanied by the effort to remedy them.

“That is what Ethnological Geography is all about.  Our ignorance and erroneous knowledge of past civilization and the effort to remedy it is the whole foundation of the discipline.”

They revised their discussion of the subjects to be tackled in the colloquium.  Jeremy found the conversation fascinating.

He actually regretted it when it was time to dismount for making dinner.  After stretching out the kinks in his legs from the saddle, Jeremy wandered over to the cook stove.

He was mildly surprised when Soree made room for him.  “How can I help, Soree?

“Measure the water into that pot to the third line, please.”

Measuring in the water, Jeremy commented, “It seems unfair for us to eat and none of the herd to have any.”

Sang He’s voice replied, “In the desert, we need only drink once in seven days.  That will be a large drink, but it will do.  We need only eat once in ten days, though we can eat or drink any time that the opportunity presents itself.

“Our ancestors were made for mountain and desert lands.”

“It still seems unfair!  I presume that you do know what you are doing, after all, this is your home!”

He was surprised by the chuckle from the herd.

Dinner preparations were interrupted by the bellow of a musket and a cry from Sehang Shu!

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Tyranny was fuming.  “They had no business seizing our truck!  Wasn’t it bad enough that their recklessness had already cost us one truck and most of the load?”

Overthrow, speaking from behind the wheel of the truck that they were in snapped, “That was your fault, Tyranny!  So was getting into that train wreck!  You disobeyed clearly posted signs about staying off the slope while the crossing was in use.”

Robber, sitting in the back of the cab put in, “How come, in the name of Discord, did you not read the traffic law pamphlets that I gave you?  It was the Lock Keeper finding that out that you got your permit without taking their knowledge test that cost us the truck!  Their rules are very clear and blunt.  They seize vehicles that are used in deliberate violation of their driving rules.”

Tyranny glared out the window of the truck at the passing rice paddies and neatly laid out farms.  His teeth ground.  The worst of it was that they were both right.

All that he could do was growl under his breath about injustice, so he did.  He sourly commented, “At least we have now got past the last two canals and what?  Four railroad crossings without any further problems.”

Robber consulted their map. “See those bluffs up ahead?  We will be going through an area of mountains.  When we clear them, it will only be about twenty kilometers to Cantrot.  We will have two rail crossings and one canal between us and the city.”

Ignoring Robber’s comments, Tyranny snarled, “That so-called Antiquarian, Daring Do, set us up! I have found out that she did not even take a single truck on her expedition!  The expedition proposal that she gave us, before she quit on us, is why we came this way!”

Overthrow said dryly, “So, you finally figured that out?  It took you long enough.  I knew that she took us to the cleaners on the proposal as soon as I saw them go on upriver, without even transshipping.”

He suddenly applied the brakes hard, jolting them all.  They were stopped only a few meters from a water buffalo on the road.

The two trucks behind them, driven by experienced Chineighese drivers, stopped without incident. Tyranny was reaching for the horn button when Overthrow knocked his hoof away.

“Stop trying to interfere! Tyranny, sounding the horn at domestic livestock is illegal.  All that we can do is wait for it to move or try to ease around it.  The law pamphlet suggests waiting in the case of water buffalo.”

He snarled, “Why should we wait?  We can drive around it!”

Outside, over a tonne and a half of highly irritated domestic water buffalo was pawing the roadway and lowering its head to charging position.  A peasant in plain cotton robes and flat conical hat was toiling up the road embankment toward the beast that was easily three times taller than he was.  He had a long wooden switch to herd the loose animal away.

He barked some command at the buffalo.  It turned its head and regarded its master briefly. Tyranny chose that moment to lean out the side window and make shooing gestures at it.  The distraction caused the enormous brute to snap its head about and focus entirely on the truck!  It charged.  

The impact shoved the truck back and sideways almost a meter!  It was accompanied by the shattering of glass night driving lamps and the crunch of metal.  The buffalo backed off, shaking its head.

The peasant’s switch got its attention and it started to walk sedately away, guided by taps of the long wand.  Tyranny, seeing it waking away, yelled, “Shoo!  Get out of our way!”

The transition from walking away to charging was almost instantaneous!  The huge heavy horns and thick skull of the enormous animal slammed into the right hand door of the truck.  It was almost perfectly centered, smashing and folding the door inward hard enough to bounce the dazed Tyranny almost entirely off his seat!

The very upset peasant used his switch and fanning motions of his hat to steer the water buffalo away, successfully, this time!  Robber shuddered as he saw the peasant’s orange mane and blue fur for the first time.

The steering still worked properly.  Overthrow got the truck back on course and they were cautiously back underway.

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