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dreamcatcher2113 · 2 years

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Hold Me Down for One Night, Like I Got 3 Strikes

Summary: It’s funny how all of this started with a map at Hartley High. You and Jace have been best friends for as long as you can remember. You both go to Hartley High, with your friends Quinni, Darren, Amerie, Harper, Malakai, and Ca$h. All of you had a sleepover at Jace’s place. What you guys didn’t know is that Jace’s hot uncles (Aegon and Aemond) and beautiful aunt (Helaena) are staying with his family because their new house is being renovated. Some Things started to stir up and old feelings began to surface. Only in Hartley High.

Warnings: Language, sexual content, 18+ smut, and more I can’t think of.

Author Note: Yes I am mixing HOTD and Heartbreak High together because I can and want to. Everyone is 18 years old in Hartley High. Aemond, Aegon and Helaena are in their 20’s. Aemond has a genetic condition that made him blind in his right eye. All the Targaryens are close, there is no feud. Daemon is not Rhaenyra’s uncle in this AU, and they are married. You are a Stark in this AU, Cregan is your cousin.

Inspiration: @valeskafics @tinfairies

Song: 3 Strikes by Terror Jr

Prologue

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Part 01: I Got a Feeling, Tonight is Going to be a Good Night

It’s been a while since the map has been public, and it's been a while since all of you have been in SLT’s class. It’s been a wild time, you’re not going to lie. You never thought you, Jace, Quinni and Darren would be friends with Amerie and Harper. Here you guys are, sitting with each other with Malakai and Ca$h.

“Anyways, Jace, are we still on tonight?” Darren asked.

“Yep. My mom and Daemon still gave me the okay on having the sleepover.” Jace answered, with food in his mouth. All of you planned on having the sleepover at Jace’s house. Since Jace’s siblings won’t be at the house and Rhaenyra and Daemon are going on a romantic getaway, he thought it would be fun to have a mini party.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Jace.” You said.

“Your mom is so cool, Jace. Our parents would never allow this.” Amerie said.

Jace chuckled a bit. “Yeah my mom can be pretty cool and understanding.” Which is true, Rhaenyra always tells her kids to always ask first. Also Rhaenyra isn’t dumb she knows teenagers are going to drink, she rather have them be in a safe environment when they do. Of course there are rules to follow, but other than that Rhaenyra is really understanding.

“Before I forget I do need to tell you guys something.” Jace added.

“What mate?” Malakai asked.

“My mom’s side of the family’s new house is getting renovated, they are going to be staying with us.” Jace explained.

“Does that mean we are not drinking?” Harper asked.

“Don’t worry we are. Alicent has a business trip and Daeron is going to a sleepover at his friend's place. It’s just going to be my uncles and aunt.” Jace explained.

“How come that sounds less fun?” Ca$h asked.

“Oh you guys don’t know do you?” Quinni asked.

Amerie, Harper, Malakai, and Ca$h look at each other and look at Quinni shaking their heads no. You guess there are some things that can remain private here in Hartly High.

“Jace’s grandfather remarried to someone who is a little younger than him, and they had four kids together.” You explained. You know the family history and all the can of worms of Jace’s family.

“My uncles Aegon and Aemond, and my aunt Helaena are in their early 20’s. They will be drinking with us.” Jace said.

“And don’t forget, your uncles are hot.” Darren sang.

Jace glares at Darren. “That reminds me, no fucking my uncles! Darren!”

“That was one time, let it go.” Darren rolled their eyes, as you and Quinni laughed at the memory.

“I’m sorry.” Amerie looked confused. “What?”

You and Quinni laughed harder, while Darren just rolled their eyes even more and Jace just kept glaring at Darren.

“Aegon took us to a college party, because why not.” You started the story.

“We were about to leave because it was getting late.” Quinni continued.

“Me, Jace, and Quinni started looking for Darren and Aegon.” You started to giggle a bit.

“We search for them, and open one of the rooms upstairs.” Quinni also having a giggling fit.

“We walked in Aegon fucking Darren in the ass.” You laughed harder. You and Quinni could never forget Jace’s face that night, the poor boy looked so traumatized. Everyone at the table started laughing, well except for Jace and Darren.

“Yeah! I had to bleach my eyes out! I still get nightmares!” Jace yelled out.

“We were drunk and horny, sue me! And you can untangle your panties Jace, I’m with Ca$h now.” Darren said, kissing Ca$h’s cheek and Ca$h smiles kissing Darren on the lips.

“Just want to make sure, because I don’t want to relive that.” Jace explains.

The bell rings, indicating its time for the next class and all of you start heading to class. You and Jace walk to class together since you both have it. “Hey Y/N.” Jace called for you, as the two of you took your seats.

“What's up bud?” You asked.

“Are you going to be okay?” Jace asked.

You looked at him confused. “What do you mean?”

“Well I know you had a crush on Aemond, and what happened between the two of you. I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Jace explains, rubbing the back of his neck.

You smiled at your childhood friend, and patted his back. “I’ll be okay Jace. That crush has been long gone now.”

“Alright if you say so.” Jace gives you a small smile.

The teacher came in and started the lesson. You haven’t seen Aemond in a while, mainly because of how far his college is. You did have a crush on him for a really long time, but then he started dating a woman named Alys. Not going to lie, that hurt you a bit. You weren’t surprised though, Aemond is a good looking guy, a gentleman, and secretly sweet. From what you hear from Helaena, Aegon, Jace, and basically everyone in his entire family nobody liked her. You did meet her once, that encounter was not a good one. You were being nice and polite to her and tried to have a conversation with her. Let’s just say Alys was not polite to you and Jace was not having it. Let’s also say that kind of put a strain on your friendship with Aemond, and that killed you the most.

Since then you were actively trying to get over the crush you had for Aemond. You don’t know how but you did eventually. You did miss him though, besides Jace, Helaena and Aegon you were really close with Aemond. He was one of your best friends, he was someone you would turn to. When he started dating Alys, he started to change. You didn’t think you would lose him as a friend. You try to shake off the memory out of your head and try to pay attention to the lesson. Besides it was a stupid crush and you are over him. It’s just going to be a fun drunken sleepover with your friends. What could go wrong?

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confusedamphibian · 2 years

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Kinda controversial but I think iruma and Clara would have a better romantic relationship than either irumerie or iruazz

#ok see I totally am of the belief that azz loves iruma romantically but iruma has never shown signs of reciprocating #and his love is sort of obsessive and wouldn’t work in a relationship long term #and with ameri I just think first of all she’s a bit old for him #not creepy level old I don’t think just it probably wouldn’t work well realistically old #and second of all she had a jealously problem and honestly I think irumas obliviously would annoy the heck out of her in a long term #relationship realistically #with Clara it’s true she’s also a bit possessive but more in a clingy way and less in a jealous way and I don’t think it would hurt #her relationship and she’s not as obsessive as azz like she is preoccupied with herself just as much as she is with iruma and she’s #comfortable enough around him to make friendly teasing jokes #and there have been a couple instances where it was hinted that iruma liked Clara back #and I think Clara and iruma have the ability to match each other’s energy even though they’re not that similar people #and they also can sort of understand each others problems since both there traumas in the harvest festival arc involved their friends #not wanting to be with them anymore #mairimashita! iruma kun

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unmaskedagain · 5 years

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Spider Vs Bird

I worked a long time on this fic. I really liked working on it though and I hope you enjoy it

Peter met Marinette when they were six-years-old. She had been sent to camp in New York. She had been scared to be so far away from home, and while fluent in English spoke with a heavy accent that made other kids look at her funny.

Peter had never been away from his parents for more than a few days, ever. He wasn’t happy. He was miserable in fact. Peter had been sitting alone behind a tree, having escaped canoeing, face hid in his knees. His wanted nothing more than to go home. He sniffled.

“Don’t cry,” A soft voice said next to him. He looked up and saw a pretty bluenette with big blue eyes and a kind smile on her face looking at him. She looked about his age. “It’s okay. Do you miss home too?”

Peter nodded, and tried to make it look like he was crying. The other boys could be really, really mean. “I want my pops and dad.”

“I miss my mama and papa too,” Marinette said. “I’m really far away from them.”

“Where are you from?” Peter ask curiously. He hadn’t met many people from different countries before and never a kid his own age.

Marinette played with her hair, “France. Where are you from?”

“New York City,” Peter smiled. “It’s far but not as far as Paris. Do you miss it?”

“Yep; a whole a lot,” Marinette opened the care package from her Mommy and Daddy. It just made her miss them so much more. Her grandma Gina went to this camp when she was small, and so did her dad, so they sent her there too. “Chocolate, Vanilla, or Strawberry.”

And just like any kid, Peter didn’t ask why she was asking. “I like vanilla.”

“Are you allergic to anything?”

“No.”

Marinette nodded and pulled out two cupcakes from her care package. It had been sent overnight. “Here you go, have one.” She handed him a big vanilla cupcake.

Peter’s eyes went wide and he gave her a toothy grin that showed he was missing one of his front tenth. “Thank!” He bite into it. “This is really good,” he said with his mouth full.

“My parents made them,” Marinette smiled then bit into her own chocolate cupcake. “They’re bakers!”

Peter blinked at her with wide-eyes, “That’s so cool! So they cake cookies and cake and like everything right? You must get to eat as much as you want. I wish my parents were bakers!”

Marinette just laughed. It was the start of a beautiful friendship.

Steve and Tony would get letters from his son all about the new friend he made. And get a picture of their little boy with his arm around a blue-haired.

“Her name is Marinette,” Steve read the letter. “She’s French. Her parents are the best bakers in the world who send her weekly goodie packages. They have the coolest job ever!”

Tony blinked, “We’re superheroes.”

When they picked up Peter a month later from camp, he was ran up to him holding Marinette’s hand, “Dad, Pops; this is Marinette! She’s the best. She really smart and funny and cool. She’s my best friend ever! And-”

Tony laughed, “Easy there, squirt. Take a breath. Hi Miss Marinette.”

Marinette blushed but grinned big, “Hi, Mr. Stark, sir. Peter’s really nice. Like really nice. He even stopped a big kid from killing a poor little spider. He was really brave!”

Peter grinned, “You’re really brave. You’re the one who pushed him when he pushed me the ground. You even made him apologize. It was awesome.” He told his parents. “Can I got to Marinette’s? Please. I want to see her bakery. Pretty please.”

“Paris is a long ways away bud,” Steve teased. “You didn’t even want to leave for camp remember.”

“Not without your Ameri-bear,” Tony added with a chuckle. “You’ve been sleeping with that old teddy bear ever.”

They stopped laughing when they saw Peter giving them a wide-eyed look, his mouth dropped opened, with his face a bright red. Before they knew it, Peter was shoving them towards the car, “Be right back, Mari.”

Peter glared, “Don’t blow this for me.”

Tony snorted, “Blow what? Do you even know what they means?”

“Yes,” Peter huffed indignantly, though it was a lie. “Marinette’s really, really nice. And smart. And funny. She doesn’t think I’m weird. Or too smart or anything. And she’s so pretty. Like really, really pretty.”

Steve cooed, “Aww, you have a crush on Marinette.”

“NO!” Peter shouted. His face back to a bright shade of red.

Tony smirked, “So I shouldn’t send out the wedding invitations then?”

They were there for every milestone of Peter’s life; the day he was born, the day he crawled, his first word, his first steps, his first lab explosion, his first missing tooth, and his first day of school. Now they were baring witness to the first time Peter visibly looked to be contemplating murder. Unfortunately, it was at them.

“Mari’s parents are really cool,” Peter stated. “Just be cool like them.” Then he ran back to Marinette.

“I’m Tony Stark,” Tony said incredulously.

“I’m Captain America!” Steve said at the same time.

Still, they ended up meeting the rest of the Dupain-Cheng family, and found them delightful.

It was from that summer on that the Avengers got used to seeing Peter and Marinette running around the tower together. Peter also got used to be teased for his supposed crush on his best friend. Natasha ended up taking Marinette under wing and training her in combat and the art of spying.

However, it was only two years later, when the Avengers responded to an intruder alert and found Marinette standing over a hogtied Nick Fury, with a fierce look on her face and Peter looking proud, that Tony said two magical words:

“I ship it.”

Damian Wayne met Marinette when they were ten-years-old. Damian had only been living with his father for five years but still had trouble acting like a normal kid. The life of a league of shadows member was hard to break from; especially if it’s ingrained from a young age. He had been chastised more than a few times for leaving off on his own, especially in a place like Gotham.

When Alfred informed them that an old friend and business associate was coming to visit with her granddaughter, a girl Damian’s age; it was to no one’s surprise when his father took him aside and made him promise to be polite.

The woman Gina had showed up in the beginning of summer. She arrived on a motorcycle that had been so loud they heard as soon as she pulled up to the house. Alfred had answered the door with a chuckle.

“Penny!” The woman exclaimed and jumped at him with a hug. She had short silver, nearly white, hair and dressed mostly black and had a studded black leather jacket on and boots. “Ugh, still as boring as ever, I see,” Gina said once she pulled back from the hug.

“Gina,” Alfred smiled. “You haven’t change a bit.”

Gina just laughed, and turned her attention to Bruce, “Brucie; I heard you took my advice to go exploring the world. How’d you like it?”

Bruce smirked, “It was… educational.” He had known Gina since he was a boy, having spent a few summers with Tom, even gone to his and Sabine’s wedding. The woman hadn’t been to visit since Bruce adopted Tim and Cass. “You remember my boys?”

“Dick,” Gina said pulling the oldest Wayne boy into a tight hug. “You get more handsome every time I see. So sorry to hear you and Barbs broke up. I know some amazing girls I can introduce you to.”

Dick just laughed, “I’m fine flying solo for now.”

“Jason,” Gina said crossing her arms, with a raised eyebrow. “I haven’t seen you since I let you steal my last motorcycle.”

Jason smirked, “let me?” The only reason he’d happily come to the Manor was because Alfred told him Gina was on her way. She was the coolest lady he knew growing up.

“Oh please,” Gina waved him off. “You drove it to the Barnes and Nobel’s on 4th, and it sat there for like three hours. I have a tracker on my stuff, kid. I let you. Now give me a hug.” Jason laughed and hugged her.

The same went for Tim and Cass. Cass excitedly told Gina in Chinese all about her adventures in Hong Kong. Tim told her about his trip around the world. Then finally it was Damian’s turn.

Gina smiled softly at the youngest of Bruce’s kids, “And who’s this?”

Bruce put a hand on his son’s shoulder, “This is Damian.”

“Nice to meet you, Damian,” Gina said.

Damian nodded stiffly, “Pleasure.” He wore a black tailored dress pants and a high collard green turtle neck.

Gina rolled her eyes, “God, Bruce, he’s nearly as uptight as you were at his age.”

“I was not uptight,” Bruce defended, despite knowing he was bratty little shit when he was Damian’s age.

Alfred snorted but smiled, “And the young guest you brought with you.”

Gina grinned and held out her hand to her granddaughter who had stayed close to the motorcycle, “She’s a bit a shy.” She told them. “This is Marinette.”

“Hi!” Marinette waved shyly, blushing a bit.

The family cooed at the sight of the little blue-eyed, bluenette, in a baby blue shirt with a yellow happy face and dark jean short, with her hair in pigtails and big smile on her face. So innocent, so sweet. Bruce, of course, had been acquainted with Marinette. He had gone to the baby shower for her and stopped by the bakery whenever he was in Paris. The girl was the sweetest little thing.

When Damian and Marinette got sent off to play together, only Alfred, Gina, and Bruce thought it was a good idea. Damian didn’t know why he was being punished. And certainly there were more fitting punishment than spending time with some little kid.

He sent a cold glare at the bluenette, once they arrived in the entertainment room, “There are video games and movies over there,” Damian pointed to the TV. “Amuse yourself. Or perhaps you would prefer a coloring book and a teddy bear,” He said sarcastically.

Marinette crossed her arms, “First of all, I would love a coloring book, thank you very much. There’s nothing wrong with that.” He snorted. “And Bruce said we should play together; get to know each other. Or do you frequently disobey an order?” If Damian was a rebel, Marinette needed to know. Because there was a fine line between rebel and troublemaker.

Damian huffed, “Fine; let’s play a game then. How about… Mortal Kombat.” He sent her a cruel smirk. “Not the video game. Real life. It’s simple. We fight and the first person to die or cry,” He said with distaste. “Loses. Up for it?”

“What weapons do we get?” Marinette asked. Bucky and Natasha had taught her for the last four years on a variety of weapons. Though she knew it was only because of Steve’s doing that they hadn’t taught her how to use a gun yet. They even got a shield agent assigned to Paris to train her throughout the school year.

Damian raised an eyebrow, curious. He had expected her to run screaming from the room in sheer terror, crying to her grandmother. “What do you prefer?”

“Bo staff.”

“Same,” Damian said. “Let’s take this to the backyard.”

When Marinette yelled to her grandma that she and Damian were going to play in the backyard, Damian marveled that no one came out with questions filled with suspicious. Granted the first time Damian said he was going to go play in the backyard, he ended up in Watch Tower going over surveillance footage.

Marinette and Damian stood ten feet apart on the grassy field, each held a long black bo staff. It was quiet. Damian had set an alarm on his phone to begin the fight. Marinette set hers to play music.

When the loud beeping sounded and Carrie Underwood’s champion started playing, they charged at each other.

It was a mix of attacks and dodges. Their staffs met; each putting their full force behind it.

“It is not wise to meet a Wayne in Battle,” Damian growled at her.

Marinette rolled her eyes, “If all Waynes are as big of a jerk as you are, you must all be used to be called out to fight.”

Damian attacks. The two kids stand in one place, trading feints, thrusts and parries with lightning speed, almost impossible to follow. The youngest Wayne was reluctant to admit, even to himself, that Marinette had no trouble matching him. “You know what you're doing, I'll give you that.”

“Not too bad yourself,” Marinette nodded.

The two slow walked around the length of the imaginary circle. Until they were in the exact opposite of their initial positions.

“Your taste in music is terrible though,” Damian added on. Marinette let out an angry hiss like a cat and attacks,

Their duel continued. Their staff flash and ring. Suddenly, Damian swung his staff, partially letting go. Marinette seeing the staff free sailing, ducked quickly. Not seeing Damian catch it at the last second, and then send a kick flying at her chest. Her weapon flew out of her hand. Marinette crashes to the ground, and with a quick swing her legs, sweeps Damian’s feet from under him, losing his weapon in the process.

Marinette and Damian jumped up, right back in the fighting position. What happened next was a mix of punches and kicks, and headlocks. Until they found themselves once again across from each in their imaginary circle.

Marinette’s hair was a mess, pigtails having come lose. She was covered in welts and bruises from the staff. There was blood on her shirt and dripping her nose. Damian didn’t look any better. His well-groomed look was gone. His turtleneck had torn. His lip was busted. There was bruising around his neck from when Marinette had wrapped her legs around it and held him in a chokehold, like Natasha had taught her, until he managed to maneuver out of it.

Giggles burst from Marinette before she could stop them, “You look ridiculous,” She laughed.

“Shall I show you a mirror?” Damian said with a smirk. He chuckled.

They both shook their heads, looked at each other again, and they each fell over laughing. They only stopped when the sound of applause reached their ears.

Damian and Marinette looked up and saw the entire Wayne family and Gina watching them.

Alfred nodded approvingly, “I see she takes after you Gina.”

“That she does,” Gina grinned. “You’re grandson could give a young you a run for your money.”

“How long after you been there?” Marinette squeaked.

Bruce fought not to smile. “Just as the music started to play. We were going to invite you both in for ice cream.” He had been furious at first at his youngest child for deciding to spar with a civilian but the fury had faded as it became clear that Marinette could keep up with his son. There were times when he was sure one was trying to kill the other but they always held back; even if only just.

He looked at Gina, “It’s nice to see Damian getting along so well with someone.” He would regret those words soon enough. Very soon.

Damian and Marinette spent the next few days running after each other and trying to one up another in best surprise attacks. Bruce’s older kids took bets. Jason and Cass voted that Marinette would eventually win. Tim and Dick sided with Damian.

One day, after lunch, Damian commented on his field trip his class was taking, “The zoo,” he wrinkled his nose. “It’s barbaric. Animals trapped in cages while less human beings gawk in amusement. There’s a new wolf exhibit my teacher is dying to see. It’s all terrible.”

Marinette agreed. While she liked the zoo, she always thought the animals looked really sad. She took a sip from her juice box, “So let’s do something about it.”

That night, after midnight, the two kids climbed out of their windows, onto the roof, and quietly raced into the darkness. When they made it to the Zoo, they wasted no time in disabling the security cameras and breaking in the wolf exhibit. Damian, dressed in his the Robin costume he wasn’t supposed to have yet, managed to calm the wolf down as Marinette, dressed in mostly black with a red mask on, stole a truck (something she learned from Clint.) By the time security managed to get the cameras working again the kids and wolf were gone. All without a trace.

The kids, and wolf, ditched the truck about a mile from the manor and raced home. They snuck back in through the tunnels of the Batcave that let the batmobile move securely without anyone seeing it.

However, when they finally got to the Batcave, they were met with the exasperated looks of Batman and Alfred and the highly amused looks of Gina, Nightwing, Redhood, Blackbat, and Robin.

Damian nodded slowly, not even bothering to try to hide the giant wolf, “Father, I decided that Marinette should stay for summer. She is much more pleasant than I originally thought. And don’t worry, Marinette figured out you were batman her third day here. She even found the cave all on her own.”

Batman narrowed his eyes. He took of his cowl. He had been alerted that his son and Marinette were missing from their rooms just seconds after he was alerted about a break in at the zoo. He knew his son well. And it didn’t take a genius to be two and two together. “Grounded! One week.” He looked at Gina who nodded in agreement, though the smile was still on her face.

The kids huffed but nodded.

“And wolf is going back!” That was met with loud protests.

Marinette stayed at the Wayne Manor for another month. Not long after the grounding was over, Damian came into the living room where his father and siblings were and informed his father that he was leaving, “Alfred is taking Marinette and I to the movies. There is a showing of the new Little Mermaid movie she desires to see.”

Bruce closed the book he was reading, “Very well. I’ll tag along. We can make a family day out of it.” Dick was the first to agree followed shortly by the others, who wanted to see the havoc Marinette and Damian tended to create.

Damian visibly froze, “No, father.” He stated firmly. “I had… hoped it would be just Marinette and I. We can be trusted, I assure you.”

“It’s not a matter of trust,” Bruce started but Jason interrupted him.

“No! Way!” Jason yelled, his eyes wide with a sudden realization, and a grin his face. “You like her.”

It was the entire room’s turn to freeze. All eyes on Damian who had blush slowly creeping onto his face. “Marinette has proven herself to be a strong and intelligent ally. She is worthy of my regard.”

Jason shook his head, “No. You like her, like her.”

“I have come to value her friendship highly,” Damian said but the deepening redness of his face told a different story. He went to elementary school, he knew what like-like meant.

Dick cooed, “Baby bird has a crush.”

“I do not!” Damian hissed.

Cass snickered, “It is alright. Marinette is quite lovely.”

Tim smirked, “And she has rather nice green eyes. A bit dull though.”

“Blue!” Damian corrected quickly. “She has marvelous blue eyes. They are not dull. They shine brighter than the sun. They sparkle when she laughs, you dolt.”

Silence filled the room. Damian looked horrified at his words. Bruce looked at his young son with raise eyebrows and a small smile on his face.

“I am leaving now, father,” Damian stated. “I will return as soon as the movie ends provided we do not stop for frozen yogurt. Good day.” And then he swiftly left the room, leaving his siblings snickering in his wake.

Bruce opened back up his book, “I ship it.”

The declaration caused the room to fill with shouts.

Marinette would spend half of every summer for the next few years in Gotham; training with Damian under the guidance of Batman himself. Eventually going onto meet the rest of the Justice League. She and Damian used the zeta beams to hang out as much as possible.

The other half of her summers, Marinette spent in New York City at Stark Tower with Peter and the rest of the avengers. Learning under the tutelage of The Black Widow and The Winter Soldier, two out of four of Peter’s godparents (the others being Rhodey and Pepper of course), while Peter learned under his parents.

Damian officially became Robin at 12. Peter became Spider-man at fourteen. And Marinette became Ladybug at 13. It was to no one’s surprise the two boys were the first ones she told about being a superhero. And it was not to her surprise when they couldn’t keep it from their families for long.

“Aww, look you two match,” Tony said upon seeing Marinette transform. “Couples costumes.” The genius would later admit he had that mouth webbing coming. He still ship Peter/Marinette so hard.

Three weeks later, Bruce had said, “A little bright, isn’t it?”

“Do I even need to mention the first Robin costume?” Marinette snapped back. Though she was secretly glad that as soon as she saw the original Ladybug costume she had Tikki teach her out to change it. Gone was skintight onesie. Now she dressed in a more armored uniform. That was mostly black with bright red polka dots everywhere.

Bruce smirked. He was proud of the girl who had become his son’s closest friend, and obvious crush. He really hoped his son would ask out Marinette soon.

Then the Avengers and Justice League found out. Marinette found herself defending Paris with a league member or an Avenger for like six months before she finally told them where to shove it. She would call them if she needed them. Though she didn’t mind Robin or Spiderman dropping into help every now and then when their secret identities were in town.

Chat, who had grown become a brother to Marinette once their identities had been revealed to each other, had fanboy’d so hard the first time Robin came to help. And then again when Spiderman appeared, after catching Ladybug in a web after she’d been knocked from the top of the Eiffel tower. Then Marinette had to reveal that she knew the Avengers and the Justice league.

It took Adrien five seconds with Peter Stark-Rogers to know he had a crush on Marinette. And he cheerfully told Peter, “I’ve got the god of destruction in my pocket. I’ll feed you to him if you hurt her.”

It took Adrien three days to realize Damian Wayne liked Marinette. And he braced himself, held his ground, and told the teen, “You like Marinette. She’s my sister. I just want you to remember: Cats eat birds.”

He thought it was really menacing until Damian sprayed him the face with a water bottle, “Bad kitty.”

Adrien hissed.

As good as Marinette’s superhero life was going, so was her fashion career. MDC was slowly become well known high-class designer and household name thanks to Jagged Stone, Clara Nightingale, Bruce Wayne, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Natasha, and even Lex Luther wearing her clothes.

her normal life had gone in the opposite direction.

Lila had come to class and lied her way to the top; she went on and on about all the celebrities she knew. She promised all the students great chances and opportunities. Only a few didn’t eat it all up. Marinette, Chloe, Nathaniel, and Adrien called out her lies relentlessly. This caused the class to think of them as jealous bullies and had them ostracized to the back at Lila’s subtle behest. Unfortunately for Lila, Adrien had been quick to join them. And nothing she, or anyone else in class, could say to convince the blond boy otherwise.

Marinette had thought of most of the students as friends but hadn’t been too surprised when they turned against her. She had never been to close to any of apart from the ones who joined her in back. For a while she had considered that maybe Alya would become her best friend but decided against it once she learned just what type of journalist she was. The glasses-wearing girl was always out for the next big scoop and didn’t seem to care how she got it; even if it meant putting herself in danger.

Alya had also been adamant for a long time that Ladybug and Chat Noir liked each other romantically despite both heroes denying it repeatedly. She only stopped when Chat Noir told Alya that Ladybug was his sister.

When Lila came, like the rest of the class, Alya ate up her stories and promises of a future at famous newspapers like the Daily Planet or the Gotham Gazette.

And when Marinette claimed Lila was lying, Alya was the first to accuse Marinette of being jealous. The girl never seemed to get the message that Marinette and Adrien didn’t like each other that way and only thought of each as siblings at best and best friends at worst. Alya didn’t listen or care. Whenever Lila gave a tear-filled eyes saying that Marinette was being oh so mean to her, Alya was the first to defend her new bestie. The rest of the class following suit.

It didn’t take long for Marinette to be voted out of being class president. This made Fearsome four, as Nathanial had nicknamed them after he and Chloe were given permanent spots as heroes, snickered as Marinette had pulled several string to for the annual class trip; so much for the class staying at Stark Tower with the Avengers or visiting Gotham and staying in luxury hotels. Oh well.

Once she wasn’t class president, all the little things that Marinette had done in addition to the positon had stopped as well. She stopped planning dances, fundraisers, and birthday parties (mostly because she was never invited to go to anyone’s in classes anymore.) No more free sweets from the bakery for anyone but her three friends. No free commissions. No babysitting. No banner designs. Nothing. Squat. Zero.

This of course caused anger from the other students in class as they had gotten used to all the free Marinette provided and tasks she did.

Alya huffed, “You’re just getting back us because we’re not your friends anymore.”

To which Marinette replied coldly, “Your point being?”

It was suffice to say when Marinette fifteenth birthday rolled around and Marinette’s mom forced her to give invitations to the entire class, the students were quick to rip up the invitations in front of her face.

Lila smiled, “Sorry, Marinette. Everyone’s throwing a party for me that day. No one can come.”

“Thank god,” Marinette said to their shock because it was obvious the girl was sincerely relieved. “My mom forced me to invite you, and I had no idea how to politely tell you I didn’t really want you to come.”

On the day of Marinette’s birthday, Saturday, while the class was enjoying their own party, Marinette just finished setting up a mock carnival with rides, games, and concession booths, and an area for bands to play. Adrien had even gotten his dad, Nathalie, and Gorilla to come on the threat of shaving his head bald.

Then Marinette’s guests started to arrive. Marinette’s schoolmates, the ones she had started to befriend after being made an outcast in class arrived first; the drama club, the art club, the fashion club, cooking club, and the world Travelers’ club had turned out be made up of some great people.

Adrien, Chloe, and Nathaniel stayed close to Marinette side; each wearing an earpiece.

Jagged Stone in all his rock and roll glory arrived first. Clara Nightingale practically danced her way in. Lois and Clark and the rest of the Kents were a bit more subdued. Though Cat, Nadja, and Lois immediately located rivals and the three could be found gossiping and sharing stories with each other. The same could be said when Style Queen Audrey, Wilhelmina Slater, Gabriel Agreste, and Miranda Priestly. Then it was just a slew of people; from friendly neighbors Marinette grew up with to famous models and actors and chefs.

She immediately greeted Damian with a hug, and thanked him for the perfectly wrapped green present. A second later, Marinette did the same to Peter, and thanked him for the blue present.

The two boys eyed each other.

Marinette looked confused, “Damian I told you about Peter, right? I talked about him all the time. And the same for Damian, Peter.”

“You didn’t mention he was Peter Stark,” Damian stated.

“Peter Stark-Rogers,” Peter corrected. “And you’re Damian Wayne.”

And Marinette finally realized she had forgotten to do one major thing; tell the Avengers and the Justice League that Marinette worked with both of them. Or at the very least Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne who looked ready to bring out the big guns.

Both superhero teams were very much aware of the others superhero identities as the Avengers never hid theirs and Tony hacked into the Watch Tower.

Lex Luther and Oliver Queen, the third and fourth richest men in the world, looked highly amused. While Gabriel looked like Christmas had come early. He had no idea Miss Dupain. He knew allowing Adrien to befriend the girl was smart idea.

The other heroes subtly watched the two for any signs that a fight might break out. Bruce had never forgiven Tony for hacking into the watchtower and uncovering Batman identity.

“Brucie,” Tony grinned and held out his hand. “You’re looking great today. No idea you’d be here. Or that you knew Marinette.”

Bruce shook his hand a bit too firmly, “Her grandmother is an old family friend. I was at her parents’ wedding. I was at their baby shower. I’ve known Marinette for years.”

“We met Marinette when she was five,” Tony said. “She and Peter met at camp. Aren’t they adorable together,” He nodded to the two.

Bruce forced a grin on his face, “Not as cute as she and Damian. They’ve been nearly inseparable since they were ten. Wouldn’t be surprised if hear wedding bells in the future.”

“Of course you will,” Tony laughed. “I’m sure Marinette will invite to her and Peter’s wedding.”

The two glared at each other.

Their significant others just shook their heads. Selena, aka Catwoman, looked amused. While Steve looked so done with this world.

“As one of Peter’s godfather’s,” Bucky said. “Should I be offering to fight Damian’s godfather?” He joked.

Clark glared, his eyes turning a bit red, “Anytime you want.”

Rhodey slapped Bucky on the back, “That’s all you man.” He was not fighting Superman over a case of puppy love.

Diana looked a bit confused, “Should I engage in mortal combat with Peter’s godmother then?”

Pepper crossed her arms, feeling last of the extremis still pumping through her blood.

Natasha’s eyes narrowed, “It’s not required. But I wouldn’t mind a friendly spar or two.”

“You are the Black Widow, yes?” Diana asked. “A most excellent fight it will be then.”

“Where is Shazaam?” Thor’s voice thundered. “I wish for a fight as well.”

Billy Batson had never been so happy that he wasn’t in his superhero form before. Quietly, he made his way to the Ferris wheel. He was going to avoid the god of thunder for as long as he possibly could.

The magic users found each and decided to compare their abilities. It didn’t go well. Clint got turned into a frog… again.

When Fury arrived he eyed the superheroes that were there; avengers, justice league, and the ones (dare devil, Jessica Jones, the Xmen) who were mostly unaffiliated. And briefly wondered if the kid who had hogtied him was planning world domination. He wouldn’t doubt it.

The rest of the part went really well. Chloe, Adrien, and Nathaniel watched the superheroes in attendance like hawks. And were forced to break up more than one fight, or arm wrestling match that got out of hand. It ended up trending on social media, as various celebrities had posted pictures of themselves at the party. And then suddenly the world was asking wanted to know just Who Marinette Dupain-Cheng was. Marinette took that moment to announce that she was MDC. Which blew up the story even more.

The only downside was that Peter and Damian seemed to have entered into a competition of some sort, the same with their fathers.

At the end of the party, when sayings the goodbyes, Marinette swore she distinctly heard, Tony hiss, “Spiderbug forever!”

“Daminette!” Bruce snarled back.

And she had vocally asked why Bucky was giving Superman wary glances but no one would tell her. Adults were weird.

Monday came and the entire school, and all of Paris was buzzing about Marinette’s party. When she got to class, she was met with unhappy faces of her ex-friends.

“They wouldn’t let us inside,” Alya was quick to complain the moment the bluenette stepped through the door.

“We even told them we knew you,” Nino frowned. “The Bouncers didn’t believe we were invited.”

Marinette shrugged as she went to her seat between Adrien and Chloe, “its invitation only. What happened to your invitations?”

All the students frowned. They had been told the same thing at the door. And had been miserable when they remembered they destroyed the invites. Even Lila had nearly shed real tears when she saw just who she had missed meeting for real.

Alya crossed her arms, “We tried calling you. But you changed your number! How could you not tell your bestie you changed your number? When did you change your number?”

“When I realized you still had it.” It was a cold response. One that Damien would’ve been proud of. “And I’m not your bestie. We’re not friends, remember? Why did you even try to come to my party, you were too busy last I checked.”

“That’s before we saw how awesome your party was!” Kim said honestly. “Dude who knew you knew so many celebrities.”

“Prince Ali was there!” Rose said excitedly. “I really wanted to see him.”

“Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Lex Luther,” Max whined. “I was so close but so far.”

That was pretty much how the rest of the morning went, with a side of her ex-friends trying to question Marinette about being MDC and all the celebrities she knew. Marinette didn’t answer a single question.

Just before the lunch bell rang, there was a knock on the door, “Hello, I’m here to pick up Marinette for lunch,” Damian Wayne smiled charmingly as he walked in. “My father’s waiting.”

The class gasped. Lila’s mouth dropped.

A second later Peter Stark-Rogers walked in the classroom, “Marinette, you want to go to lunch,” He said excitedly. “Dad’s waiting outside.”

Again the class’s mouth dropped.

Outside of the school, Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark glared at each other.

Marinette looked confusedly at her friends, “Sorry, I didn’t know you guys wanted to go to lunch. Or that you were still in town.” She told them. “It’s okay, though.” She said brightly. “You can join me and Roy.”

As if on cue, Roy Queen walked into the classroom, a big smile on his smile, “Hey Mari, you read-Oh shit!” He said upon seeing Robin and Spiderman. The two heroes sent the Red Arrow twin glares.

Two minutes later both Tony and Bruce’s phones pinged. They opened it and read the texts they got from their sons.

They looked up, and met each other eyes. “We kill Oliver together,” Tony offered.

“Agreed.”

The Green Arrow watched through binoculars from a safe distance, “Long Live Roynette!”

#ml fic #ml salt #daminette #damian wayne #marinette dupen chang #class salt #alya salt #the avengers #justice league

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Fate The Winx Commentary

Good morning internet! Today is the drop of Winx: Riverdale edition! I sure hope you're ready for my aggressive and unnecessary commentary, because it is coming for you either way!

The netflix landing page lets us know:

Fate The Winx Saga

6 episodes, 48-53 minutes each

"Genres: Fantasy TV Shows, Teen TV Shows, Italian TV Shows"

"This show is: Emotional"

As mentioned elsewhere, my Winx knowledge is limited, so I will be coming into this fairly fresh and will try to be unbiased. As I have seen trailers, the keyword here is Try.

Episode 1

'To the Waters and the Wild'

CW: Animal Death, Swears, Implied Child Death, Blood, Implied Teen Sex, Burns, Weed, Fatphobia, Whatever the term pussie falls under

Episode 1 TL;DR: We meet everyone, learn their dynamics, have the basics of the magic system beat into us, meet our monsters, and name drop Harry Potter. Standard first episode stuff.

I do want it on record before we start that I got about halfway into the first season of Riverdale, and the first season of Netflix Sabrina. They were, well, bland and boring imo? I did get through a few seasons of Teen Wolf, but that's because it was capable of Fun and Jokes. My current expectations are a few unintentionally funny lines, maybe some almost decent magic effects, and because it's 2021, one whole gay character (I did hear one of the boys (there are boys?) is bi, but also an asshole so I'm hoping for some wlw)

TV-MA LANGUAGE AND SMOKING OH FUCKING BOY Almost full moon (waxing) in opening shot- I Will be tracking moon inconsistencies if it keeps showing up that is a pet peeve but hey look a bunch of sheep That's a good start (it's ominous though. don't hurt the sheep) Swears count: Feckin' 2 Mystical portal barrier. Oh yeah s5 of the magicians is on netflix now WELP THOSE ARE SHEEP GUTS RIGHT OUT THE GATE HUH For CW it's up a tree, and the dripping blood is a good warning of what's about to be seen :( oh and then the man who was looking for the sheep dies offscreen save for a spray of blood. THIS ISN'T YOUR CHILD'S WINX CLUB it seems to say. I assume. How much blood was in the original winx because this is already at least a full cup. (Also the monster noises for whatever was chasing the man (werewolf it was a werewolf trailers are bad guys) were not very good)

Opening credit scene is 5-6 different blooming elemental wings. They're pretty, but it's unclear if the last one is secret 6th member wings (because the second to last ones are fire which is the main character's element right?) so maybe we'll get a late 6th addition? (I am in I.T. please give me the most relatable character you cowards)

KIDS IN THE CORNER BY AMBER VAN DAY PLAYING I like where they shot this but that might just be european woods pretty. The opening location was nice and mossy save for the sheep blood Fancy big stone school establishing shots (it's nice, and huge) and we land on a red head who seems less than pleased to be here Courtyard shot of... whatever the name of the replacment plant girl is, holding a tray of various potted plants for an older man (father? first day of school send off maybe?) Aisha(?) walks by, not talking to anyone, Stella(?) is taking Magical!Selfies with at least 3 other girls, Musa(?) has a suitcase and headphones and smiles at a passing girl Oh boy a boy with a pocketknife doing little tricks with it! Nothing says edgy like an actual knife edge. Gonna take this moment to point out I have some level of face blindness and while the girls all look fairly different from one another, if there is more than one tall blonde white boy as I fear there may be, I WILL NOT be able to tell them apart. Not through maliciousness, just general incompetence, so anything I say about the boy characters (I want to say they're the knights to the girl's faeries? is that right? this whole thing smacks of gender) should be taken with a heap of salt I've come to accept tv just. displaying text messages on screen as a storytelling method. It's never my favorite but it just Is a modern story element. Also Bloom needs to meet stella at the alfea gates Alfea I presume is the school- does the name mean something? It sure feels like the word elf and therefore fae but I don't feel like googling anything this early in Oh look two more blondish tall white boys. Pocketknife was wearing something else i think, one guy has a brown jacket and pink shirt (bad combo), the other looks old even by tv highschool/college standards and his jacket has a jock vibe. Jock jacket also has an earring? Is this the bi character who is an asshole? From this one second of him, only in profile, I will assume yes, he is an asshole I like Bloom's backpack Pink shirt looks at Bloom from across the quad. I am already tired of this romance Cool he walks up to someone he has identified as lost, and is 'impressed with [her] confidence in the face of complete ignorance' COMING OUT OF THE GATE WITH A NEGG HUH PINKY He even states he wasn't offering help Then Why Are You Talking To Her Jackass Subs are going with the fairy spelling, and Bloom confirms she is a fairy and we confirm this is College. Unless this is a european thing where they call schools different things. I think that's just for public and private? And maybe just england? I'm American all they teach us is 1492-ww1 over and over for like. 10 years sorry Rest of the World 'What Realm are you from?' 'California' Speaking of ameri-centric, I'm gonna Guess that original Winx, the italian cartoon, didn't have their main character be from cali usa? I am presuming this is a side effect of making this property for a more global distribution than I'm guessing winx was originally conceived as back in the early 00s The Otherworld. I assume this is the fairy realm and whatnot? And the magic school. Seems to be located behind a magical barrier in the earth realm?? If that's right it seems weird if basically everyone who goes to the school is from the otherworld Pinky doubles down on his rudeness but in a Fun and Cute way because :/ and the Specialist hall is Very Pretty, oh and there's a fairy hall. Are specialists the boy...things? magi knights? bros of the blade? guys who wear those 'here come a special boy' sneakers from that one comic? Stella sees this conversation which is great because they drop the term mansplain. why would otherworlders know that term even??? Edgey(?) sees Pinky and they hug it out Stella knows Americans are the type to wander off so I guess there's a lot of inter-world connections?

Miss Dowling- is this teacher going to be like the pedo in riverdale who got *checks notes* killed off by one of multiple serial killers later on? Dowling is the headmistress, gotta keep the otherworld a secret from earthers, time and place for portal making. all standard fantasy stuff so far, nothing to make this stand out Stella has a gateway ring, and frankly isn't too nice? all the backgrounders clothing is Bland and very normal 7 realms of the otherworld, Solaria is where Alfea is, i like magic globe Incase you forgot this was a modern tale, people update their insta stories here. 'I was kindof bummed I didn't see a single pair of wings' YOU AND ME BOTH BLOOM 'We had wings in the past, transformation was lost, tinkerbell was an air fairy' This is either a cop out for your glittery cowardice, or a set up for the main girls re-finding transformation magic later. I did like the Tink bit Bloom is a fire fairy and the subtext of this conversation is that bloom's magic did Something bad. I hope it was burn down her old school's gym a la buffy movie I like miss Dowling but in the I wouldn't Be Surprised if you turned out to be Evil way, and I guess Alfea is a very privileged upper crust school. What types of college do normal fairies go to then huh? damn privileged fairies 'our students have gone on to do amazing things like re-discover long lost magics' We Get It. You will give me Wings, but Only If I'm Patient Dowling throws a jab at Bloom about power control, but I like her necklace so It's Fine

Bloom video calls her parents while unpacking in the dorm, which may have come pre-fit with a heck ton of board games? Love it. Or new plant girl brought them along with her many plants Stella has a fancy mirror and lots of jewelry and fashion photos and makeup, Musa has a laptop and apparently not much else, gotta get those establishing personalities down I guess 'Ladies of the Flies honey don't be sexist' Bloom's dad for feminist of the year (these jokes are bad but i guess we can call it a dad joke as justification) Asiha gives Bloom a look and saves her from the call with her parents- yay friendship step one achieved Blooms parents think she's in the alps because magic secrets and what not Aisha asks bloom if she's never read harry potter and I guess Bloom is a potterhead (that's the term right?). Is this self awareness that all magical school fantasy series have the same basic bricks? Bloom is a ravenclaw sometimes slytherin, Aisha is a Gryffindor Stella is changing because she's the fashion one and has a fun pastel rainbow skirt, and uses magic to make a real aggressive lamp. She's also a mentor (maybe older than the others by a bit?) I am assuming Stella here is something along the lines of a diplomats daughter the way she talks about appearances. She better get down and dirty later on to show her growth about how some things are more important than looks yada yada Fairy magic powered by strong emotions, i am waiting for bloom's backstory to be movie x-men rogue style tragedy Terra! Which. Of course is the Plant Fairy's name. Stella is a little mean to her about the plants and she takes it with a smile and some subtle snark back using classic literature Oh that's fun Terra points out the name-plant thing, and name drops her cousin Flora. That's. The one they replaced with Terra right? Terra's dad works in the greenhouse at the school which explains earlier (and her mum is named rose) Stella is indeed a second year and Musa's eyes change for. Lie detecting magic? and loves her headphones (Overstimulation?) Aisha wants somewhere to swim and we cut to a 'pond' by specialist training. Assuming she wants to sim because she's a water fairy, why Don't they have a pool? also this pond looks. Unpleasant for swimming

Girl specialist! Does that mean we have boy fairies? Boys. Fighting. Talking about girls. All gingers are nuts. Thanks edgelord AMAZING SHAGS THOUGH 'I didn't realize your hand was a red-head' it's not truly edge if we don't talk about sex every 10 minutes Subtitles earlier only said boy 1 boy 2 but now pinky or edgy is Riv Edgy smokes weed, and pinky is a big brother figure to him, and the head? of the special boys doesn't like edgy. Me neither older guy Bit of swordplay, more girls, every specialist has black training outfits, very military Pinky is Sky who is son of Guy of Place. an important lad. without context this is meaningless to me There's a giggly boy who laughs at the idea of a war in the future and gets a talking to. I suspect this boy will be re-occurring enough to die- he has those tertiary character elements with his intro and such (and he's black so I am prepared for your standard racist murder choices) Burned Ones exist outside the barrier, which makes me wonder if dead shepard was in the otherworld? There was nothing establishing that he was in any type of Other place but :/ Oh look edgey is having a smoke cross the barrier while we learn about the creatures that live beyond it. Time to find out these creatures no one young has ever seen are still kicking Specialist leader had to kill his own pa after a burned one got him. They also. Used a shotgun when trying to fight it. Do specialists even have powers or are they just good with weapons? Edgey finds the shepards corpse. Mostly blood 'it's been 16 years since the last sighting' 'Rosalind killed all the burned ones' ahh magical creature genocide hey when is abarat 4 coming out. and is rosalind hot?

School, gossip, Aisha and Musa are snarking at Tera for thinking the guy died of natural causes because we need to have these characters not actually like each other to make it stand out when they do Aisha talks about how she eats a lot and if she didn't swim she'd be massive and we cut to the plus sized tera looking uncomfortable are we really doing this? Tera points out that Musa was ignoring her earlier and it's all just uncomfortable and not great character conflict (but I thought I saw Musa holding an honest to god ipod? it's blue but it could be a phone case. Her hand is in the way) tera and dad interaction is nice, i'm also convinced they couldn't afford more than 3 magic adults

Girl with braids and metal in her hair! There were witches in winx right? Like 3 minor antagonist girls? I assume this is one of them. Because she has alternative fashion and is therefore evil /s Beatrix. Names in this series leave something to be desired (that something is subtly. I get it, they're carry overs from a series for a younger audience, she-ra had the same issue, but i can still poke fun) Swear count: Arsehole 2 Bollocks 1 Shit 1 She's a weird ass kissing with clearly ulterior motives

Bloom is Studying and her notebook is just FAIRY MAGIC POWER = EMOTIONS LOVE FEAR? HARTED? FIRE FAIRY CONTROL? in case you weren't paying attention Oh a flashback already to the magic triggering event? Her mother had pointed out she's an introvert, and past!Bloom doesn't Party. She goes Antiquing and is a Weird Loner (her 'basic bitch' of a mom's words) Swear count: Bitch 1 Bad daughter count: 1 Bad mother count: 1 Magic glowy eyes for Bloom: 1

Bloom Hates Parties and asks Pinky I mean Sky where she can be Away from People and he fears he'll be Mansplaing to her to. vague that it's dangerous outside instead of saying 'hey there's monsters and someone was just killed by possible one of them stay in the barrier' Stella wants to talk to Sky because they have History. I did hear there was a love triangle between these three. I am bored and everyone at this party is a nosey bitch who is watching their tense conversation. Also Something? Happens when Stella gets upset [mystical warbling] Random magic effects in the (very pretty) forest Bloom is trying to practice her magic on her own, and to do that she's gotta look at sad teen pics. And look, her burnt bedroom from her first power usage The fire magic is pretty good. I think fire is like. the opposite of water when it comes to cg where it almost always looks pretty good, while I swear i've seen the actual ocean look like a shitty render Magic out of control, bloom can't control her emotions, Aisha can stop her with water magic which makes some nice steam Bloom is angry at aisha for saving her. So far 3 of the 5 girls are abrasive at best remember when people made characters likeable? Swear count: Shit 1 (but it doubles as the literal meaning because of flooded toilets) Swear count: Bitch 1 Ass 1 Taking away your teen's door is. Really shitty. Not almost burn down your house worthy but damn cheerleader mom I do not understand sleep shirts with buttons. That seems painful if you lie the wrong way? Her mom was seriously burnt by first magic usage that's a backstory Shit count +1 Main character aspect time: dormant fairy blood line? awfully strong magic for that. baby who died day after it was born and now she's here? ...I was going to say changeling thanks aisha A Barbaric practice loving hints at long term world lore Hell is a bad word for kids!! Cutting to headmistress and her secret passage after finding out bloom is secret pureblood? this really is a harry potter thing

edgelord offers giggly some booze, and says pussies twice because he's Edgey and does peer pressure Tera calls him out and knows he's a sad nerd in disguise not a 'badass' and he says she's 'three people in disguise' because fatphobia shit +1 arehole +1 tera. chokes out edgelord with a vine because she's had enough of this shit. good for her edgelord is Riv, and he lived

OBLIGATORY GOOGLE SEARCH FOR THE TERM CHANGELING REMEMBER BELLA'S VAMPIRE GOOGLE GOD I LOVE TEEN FANTASY AND THEIR INSTANCE ON GOOGLING COMMON FANTASY TERMS OH hey the lamp bloom brought with her is the one she was fixing at home that's a nice touch Stella bonds with Bloom about homesickness, and the takes a selfie Musa is a mind fairy. So she. Is a telepath with purple eye magic? Oh there's types of 'connections' Memory, thought (others but i am cut off from the lore) Stella did Something to someone who Talked To Her Man last year and now lent Bloom her teleportation ring to send her some because miss mentor really cares more about her shitty man then helping the girls she's in charge of First World- earth Old Cemetery? Very Sexy. and bloom sweetie don't leave a mystical gateway open, and how will you explain to your parents how you're back so fast Wait she's only 16? SO this really is some european college where that's a funny way of saying High School Fire guilt, bad feelings about life shattering revelations, better connection with mother. I gotta say I have low expectations of this show carrying the family connection through the rest of this. That conversation felt more like a Hey We Made These Movements Onto Other Stuff Now

Lighting choices are interesting, with green, orange and purple for creepy warehouse. THE Creepy Warehouse where she would sleep without her parent's knowledge wow right that GIRL DROPS THE DAMN RING AT THE FIRST SIGN OF burned one looked more alien than werewolf-y here Decent Horror movie looks, and dude stole her ring. Rude. Saved by the headmistress, and tera/aisha/musa are here to great her Stella can't be here though because she has to greet a half naked freshly showered sky because life is suffering and producers insist people like to see teens half naked (who. Who?) shit +1 and she dumped him. pity part of one and using it to try to get your bone on. HEY A SONG I KNOW. IT'S WHATSITCALLED FROM THE BAYONETTA COMMERCIALS WAY BACK WHEN. in for the kill la roux. I do wish netflix would either commit to telling you what song was playing or didn't tell you at all

Riv offers Beatrix a hit from his joint because what Is a Bad Kid hasn't changed in like 70 years Blowing pot smoke into someone's mouth isn't as sexy as ya'll seem to think it is Musa has cute sleep socks with little pom poms, and I love Tera's floral jammies Tera offers a bluetooth speaker so they can listen to music together Musa also calls out Tera's fake happiness this is the good shit character interaction i live for Musa Empath Mind Fairy 'somber indie music'

If you kill a burned one in the human world Something? Extra bad happens? So the headmistress knows Bloom's a changeling, and ohhh that's the last time a burned one was spotted. Is Rosalind the famed Monster Slayer the birth mother of Bloom? Tera text flirts with Giggly who IS NAMED DANE and has a thing for. Sky? Riv? I told you these boys all look the same to me so if it's a half naked pic on fairy insta i'm out of context clues. Crymeariv is the insta name that answers that. Is this the slow burn enemies to lover mlm i can't finish this sentence i don't care riv is a dick Stella and Sky are in a bed and she doesn't seem to have a top on so Implied sexy times? MYSTERIOUS HOODED AND ROBED FIGURE CROSSES THROUGH THE BARRIAR AND SHOOTS THE BURNED ONE WITH LIGHTNING MAGIC OH IT'S beatrix

alt-J – Adeline as an ending song

#fate the winx saga #text #commentary #hey tumblr thanks for deleting all my text because I resized this window #we're off to a great start #fate episode 1

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bitter endings - aoba johsai

✎ setting. Spring Inter-high Aoba Johsai vs. Karasuno ✎ gender. Female ✎ contains. Kindaichi is referred to as Yuutarou/Yuu but also just Kindaichi lol (you’re his older sister), curse words, you are... mom of Aoba Johsai so now Iwaizumi is no longer mom and dad but just dad, god bless your soul ✎ wc. 4k

✎ summary. And so, your three years as the manager of Aoba Johsai slowly comes to a bittersweet end. It’s more bitter than sweet until your walk home. (Four separate endings depending on who you pick :3c)

✎ ameris’ notes. i could NOT stop thinking about this plot idea SOOOOOO i wrote it.

sweet beginnings: hanamaki || sweet beginnings: matsukawa || sweet beginnings: iwaizumi || sweet beginnings: oikawa

Enjoy!

❝ new beginnings are often disguised as painful endings ❞

The air’s thick with tension as members of Aoba Johsai’s volleyball team warm up before their match against Karasuno. Despite the fact that they won against them during the Interhigh match, it was way too close of a call. Even you didn’t expect that out of Karasuno’s team; afterall they were always known as “The Flightless Crows.”

With a deep breath, you walk up to your younger brother, Yuutarou, and give him a quick elbow jab in the side.

“Ack! Nee-san!” Yuutarou glares down at you despite the grin on your face. The rest of the team glance over at the commotion caused by the two Kindaichi siblings. Kunimi is sure to grab the water bottle you give him so he could walk away as you lay torment on your younger brother.

“Relax, Yuu! Also,” you pinch his cheeks despite his attempts to stop you, “when’d you stop calling me nee-chan, come on Yuu!”

“Now, now, Manager-chan!” Oikawa walks over, wrapping an arm around you. “Don’t go bullying our middle blocker.” You roll your eyes at him, feeling hints of a flush going up to your face.

“He’s my brother, I can do anything, also you stink! Get off me!” You try shoving Oikawa off of you but his grip on your shoulder didn’t relent, he just laughed. To the rest of the team, this was normal. Afterall, you are one of the few that wasn’t a fangirl over Oikawa Tooru. Mostly because of the fact that you’ve spent the last three years getting to know him and the other third years. But you would be lying if you said he wasn’t pretty. He is pretty, but he’s a pretty bastard.

A thwump of a ball hitting the back of Oikawa’s head echoes along with a pained grunt coming from the captain.

“Get off of her, Shittykawa, we have to start heading over, anyways.”

You look over, only to give Iwaizumi a thumbs up as a thanks despite his scrunched up face as he glares daggers at Oikawa besides you. You go ahead and start packing up the bottles into the carrier and collecting anything else the boys may have missed.

You take your time, to make sure the boys didn’t leave anything behind and as you zip up the bag a pair of feet enter your line of vision. You glance up to see Hanamaki standing there and the two of you are now one of the last ones to hang around.

“Thanks for that,” Hanamaki says. You tilt your head, confused as you place the bag strap on your shoulder. “You helped relax the team a bit.”

You smile a bit, walking in step with him, “Well, I’m just doing what I can so you guys can play to the best of your abilities!”

“Where would we be without our manager?” Hanamaki chuckles, a lazy smirk on his face as he looks down at you.

“At the bottom of a ditch, maybe,” you joke back. The two of you walked in silence as you enter the main court, ready for the match against Karasuno.

Both teams begin warming up, doing practice spikes, serves, and receives. While you begin prepping your notebook along with setting water bottles and towels on the bench for easy access, you notice your hands shaking. You curse when a few of the bottles clatter to the ground. You’re unsure why you of all people were feeling the pre-game jitters. It’s not like you are the one playing.

Surprisingly, and yet unsurprisingly, one of the new members came to help pick up the bottles. Even if he is the slightest bit terrifying, you know that Kyotani wouldn’t do anything towards you.

“Thanks Kyotani-san!” You smile at him. He grunts in response, going back to doing warm ups. Yahaba watches the entire ordeal as he sets up a few balls for Kunimi. It is strange to see Kyotani act so normal around you. Well, as normal as he can be. Sure at first he was a little rude but now, he does what you ask and helps out when need be.

“How’d she even get on Kyotani’s good side?” Kunimi asks.

“Well,” Yahaba begins to explain, setting another ball as Kunimi goes to stand beside Yahaba deeming his warm up satisfactory, “She’s the only one that Iwaizumi-san finds terrifying. And since Kyotani only listens to Iwaizumi, I guess he sees her as the top of the chain.”

Kunimi narrows his eyes, “Didn’t realize we were a pack of dogs.”

A loud sigh leaves your mouth as you notice Oikawa trying to piss off Karasuno’s setter, Kageyama. As he laughed maniacally at Kageyama, who’s laying on the floor, you march up to hit him on his head.

“Shittykawa, go do your warm ups and stop trying to be a bully!” You scold. You immediately bow to the Karasuno team, who only nod in response with slight fear. “Sorry about him!”

“Aw! Manager-chan! You’re the bully here!” Oikawa whines. You send him a glare and he could only quickly back up with fear in his eyes. “Iwa-chan~ Manager-chan’s being scary!”

“Shut up and practice some serves!” Iwaizumi barks. “And maybe you should call her by her name.” Matsukawa and Hanamaki are sure to throw in more jabs towards their captain.

You walk back to what you were doing before, only to see Yahaba about to do something stupid. You toss your head back with a groan. Just a bit longer as the mom of this team. Truly, you wondered what it’d be like if you left Iwaizumi to deal with everyone here.

Yahaba tosses a ball towards the new Karasuno manager. Knowing exactly why, you immediately came between the ball and the new manager, who is only slightly intimidated by you.

“Yahaba! Stop being an idiot and-”

“Watch out!”

A ball flies out of nowhere, about to hit you but before you know it, Shimizu, the other manager, blocks the ball for you. You blink, stunned.

“Thank you, Shimizu-san, and sorry about him,” you bow apologetically again, before grabbing the ball Yahaba tossed and storming over towards him. Your brother watches with curious eyes behind him.

“This is why the first year manager-in-training quit! Because you keep doing weird shit!” You scold Yahaba as you recall trying to recruit another manager before you graduate. With that being said, you shove the volleyball into his arms and walk away.

“Geez,” Yahaba glares at your receding form, “she’d be more attractive if she wasn’t so mean all the time.”

“Oi!” Kindaichi’s face scrunched up so much that it was honestly on the same level as Iwaizumi’s pissed off face. “That’s my sister you’re talking about.” Yahaba looks away with a shiver, despite the fact that he was one year younger, Yahaba realizes he shouldn’t badmouth you in front of your brother..

Then, before you know it, Coach Irihata gathers the team around giving a pre-match pep talk. You hold the clipboard in your hand tightly as you stand facing the team as well. But then all eyes were on you.

“Oh!” You widen your eyes, realizing that you should say something. “You guys all practiced hard, so this is the moment you’ll see whether or not your work will bear fruit. But now’s not the time to have any regrets with whether or not you practiced hard enough, because you did. But do your best to leave it all on the court and have as little regrets as possible, yeah?”

“Yeah!” They shout back, Oikawa walks up beside you with a playful smile on his face. You smile back before turning to look back at the team. Mainly the other third years and your brother and his friend, Kunimi. But you are sure to give each member a reassuring smile.

“Thank’s Manager-chan~! Always our number one supporter,” Oikawa starts off before going on about Karasuno being a formidable enemy.

And there he goes, walking off before turning around, “I believe in-”

“We believe in you,” the other third years interrupt before he can finish, “Captain!” You smile, knowing that they were all going to be alright, only to burst out into giggles as the other third years begin to wreck him, telling him that they owe him ramen if he misses.

“Oikawa, I want tonkotsu! With extra fish cake!” You shout at him. His eyebrows twitch as the first and second years start joining in at Hanamaki’s request. You’re also sure to yell out your order once more as Oikawa preps for his serve, much to the coaches delight. The two of them sighing and shaking their heads with some amusement.

A soft smile makes its way to your face as Oikawa does his run up for his jump serve.

***

The pain in your knee surged up your leg as tears gathered in your eyes. Your face was contorted as you bit your bottom lip, trying to hold back the tears. The pulsing in your knee was overbearing along with the swellness around it. But the tears weren’t from the pain. No, it was from the idea that you may never play volleyball again.

One of your teammates finally set you down after carrying you to the medical room and the athletic trainer immediately placed ice packs on your knee.

The match was still on going but you knew you were out for the count. Especially as you saw your family, including your younger brother Yuutarou, already heading towards you.

Days later at the doctor’s, you heard the exact words you never wanted to hear.

“She can’t play volleyball anymore, maybe casually but even then. She needs a break from it before she can step on the court casually.”

You spent your last few weeks at Kitagawa Daiichi Junior High watching your brother play volleyball at his practices. You didn’t have the guts to go back to your old team because of how they told you you needed to stop pushing yourself. When you saw the captain of the boys’ team fall over from his knee, you made sure to help him.

“Oi, nee-chan, what are you-” Yuutaro stopped speaking the moment he saw your face.

“Oikawa-san, you should rest your knee,” you mention softly, tears settling on your lashes as it fell from your face. His previously angry face from his knee giving out and someone he doesn’t even know helping him relaxed when his brown eyes met yours. “If you don’t, you’ll end up like me and you won’t be able to play volleyball ever again.”

“That’s what I’ve been telling you, Shittykawa,” the boy you knew as Iwaizumi scowled. But not as harshly as usual, as far as you could tell from watching their friendship from afar.

It was through meeting the two of them that pushed you to become manager at Aoba Johsai anyway, you weren’t quite ready to leave the world of volleyball yet.

***

Your clipboard falls to the ground, echoing across the court shortly after the ball hit the ground, signaling the end of the rally, the set, and the match.

If you had known that was going to be your last match, you would have done something different. Honestly, you don’t even know what you would have done, but just something. Something to stop the tears you felt building up behind your eyes and sobs that were trapped in your throat.

Your coach clears his throat and you realize you had to stand up to bow. You couldn’t even pay attention to what the coach was saying as he gave the last words to the team. All you could focus on was how they started crying. So you did what you could before they went off to thank the crowds in the stands, so that you could be strong for them.

“I’m proud of you guys,” you say with a smile. Yuutarou and many others begin to freely let the tears run, trying their best to wipe them away. Then you look away, because you’re sure that if you stare at any one of them in the eye you’d break down with them.

With that being said, you begin packing to leave. You’re struggling to grab the water bottle bag to carry but a hand reaches out to grab it instead for you.

“I got it,” Matsukawa says.

With a nod, you thank him and head out with the rest of the team. You walk between him and Yuutarou, rubbing his back reassuringly as he tries to quiet his sobs. The rest of the team is quiet.

Until Yuda Kaneo came charging with hysterical sobs, surprising all of you. The other third years, Sawauchi Motomu and Shido Heisuke, appear to hold him back but he breaks free, to grab Iwaizumi and pat his head.

“Oi! Stop causing a ruckus!” You yell, going up to whack Yuda on the head once you see spectators and other onlookers watching with curious eyes. But part of you is thankful for him to break the silence.

***

You sigh as you eat your ramen, listening to your brother cry about what he could have done better. You reach for a napkin to wipe his tears and snot the moment Matsukawa points it out.

“Nee-chan, I’m sorry for being a disappointment!” He holds onto you, burying his face in your shoulder. You stare at Iwaizumi and Matsukawa in front of you with a straight face. But the two of them just slurp up their ramen, leaving you to deal with your hysteric brother.

“So now you call me nee-chan! Stupid, I’m always proud of you now stop crying and eat or you’ll choke!” You scold. Yuutarou sniffles as he pulls away, the corner of his eyes turning a shade of pink from all the rubbing.

“Re-really?” he asks as the other two third years start their own conversation.

You roll your eyes with a smile plastered on your face, grabbing the chopsticks to grab at the extra fish cake you got, thanks to Oikawa.

“Of course, you’re my little brother.” You pinch his cheek before plopping it in your mouth then slurping the rest of the ramen.

He stares at you with wide eyes before nodding his head with a grunt and immediately stuffing his mouth with ramen.

***

“Hey, Yuu, I’ll be home later,” you tell him with the other third years behind you, wanting to spend the rest of whatever time you have left with your friends. “Don’t wait up.”

“Get home safe! See you all later!” He bows his head with the other underclassmen and you wave.

Matsukawa waves as well, “Yeah, see you later.” Despite the fact that they all knew that this team will no longer remain. At the very least, for any official matches. But each team every year will always hold a special place in their hearts, no matter the outcome.

Oikawa curses and walks off, surprising you the most when you slightly jump. All of you head off, walking to wherever your legs took you as the third years bullied Oikawa. The sun was still setting, so you weren’t too worried about the time. In fact, it was nice and peaceful.

Well as peaceful as it could be. You knew that this was just a way to prolong the impending sadness.

“Oi! Why do you guys have to be so angry and loud all the time!” You shout as Iwaizumi beats up Oikawa.

“Iwa-chan’s the one that’s always mad!” Oikawa defends himself.

“You were the one that brought it all up in the first place because you were mad!” Iwaizumi yellsat Oikawa.

“Man, I’m just glad I won’t have to manage you guys anymore, hmmph,” you lie. You turn your head the other way with closed eyes and walk off. But then when you open your eyes again, you realize you all walked back to the gym.

“Hey,” you turn around and point to the gym doors, “let’s play a few rounds. But I wanna join.”

“Eh?! But, your knee!” Oikawa points at your knee in question. You wave him off, already heading to open the door.

“It’s been a few years since I had to stop playing, as long as it’s casual, it’s fine!”

And that’s how you find yourself out of breath and exhausted. You rest your hands on your knees as you were bent over and trying to catch your breath. It had been much too long since you’ve played volleyball but you had missed it. But perhaps playing with the boys’ team who’ve been training their entire three years at Aoba Johsai wasn’t the smartest idea.

At least, to make it easier, you were with Oikawa, Iwaizumi, and Hanamaki.

“I feel like I’m going to puke out all my ramen!” Hanamaki yells out with a large grin.

“This was a horrible mistake,” you pant out. All eyes go to you and then your knee but you stand up straight, waving your arms in front of you. “Oh no, no! I just also feel like throwing up! Also I haven’t played volleyball in so long it’s tiring!”

“At least you don’t have to deal with Oikawa’s jump serves!” Matsukawa glares at the boy in question who only shrugs with a dumb smile on his face.

“Wait, can I try receiving it?” You stare up at Oikawa with hopeful eyes.

“No!” The entirety of the third years shout, filling up the room with their voices.

“That’s a bad idea, I can’t even take it sometimes,” Iwaizumi lets out a groan as he feels the food in his stomach digesting.

“Oh, come on, I was the best at receiving back in the day, I did play libero at some point” you pout. They continue to argue against you until you arch your brow and place your hands on your hips. “Oh I see, you guys are just sexist.”

Each one of them narrow their eyes at you.

“No it’s because of your kne-” Matsukawa tries to talk but you raise your hand immediately shutting him up. Even if you knew that they were actually just concerned about your knee. You really wanted to receive one of his serves.

“Nope, excuses, excuses.”

“Okay but, if we can’t take it,” Hanamaki points to the other third years in the gym. “With your bad knee it’s going to end up terribly.”

“Bet!” You stick your tongue out at them.

“Aren’t you supposed to be the responsible manager?” Iwaizumi asks, rubbing his temple.

“Okay but, the underclassmen aren’t here. And I’m not your manager anymore. Just one receive. One!” You plead, putting your hands together as you bow your head.

The third years exchange glances with each other before Oikawa lets out a sigh, grabbing a ball and going to the other end of the court. Matsukawa taking his place on your side.

“Fine, one serve, and it’s not going to be my hardest one, final offer!”

With a twinkle in your eye you bounce over to the middle of the court, ready to receive the infamous jump serve from the one and only, Oikawa Tooru. The other third years watch, worry but also excitement lay on their faces.

“Bring it Oikawa!” You yell with a grin.

The smack of the ball rang through the gym. And with the utmost concentration, you move towards the ball and receive it. It wasn’t perfect, as it didn’t go to the setter’s position. But you still received it. Expecting the heavy impact, you’re sure to roll back into the hit before standing back up into a jump.

“Sorry! Cover!” You shout running back onto the court.

The third years cheer as they set up an attack from your receive and Iwaizumi spikes it down to the other side. Before you know it, Hanamaki holds you up in the air on his shoulders with everyone on your side cheering for your receive.

“Eyyy! Nice receive!!” Matsukawa calls out, his hands cupping his mouth so it was clearer when it got to you. You grin with a thumbs up, your knee pulsating a bit even as Hanamaki set you back down. Even Oikawa stares at you with an impressed look.

“I think I’ll have to sit the rest of this out, actually,” you murmur as you rub the back of your neck and lean on your stronger leg instead.

“I told you you shouldn’t have done it,” Iwaizumi sighs, offering to carry you to the side. You wrap your arms around his neck, totally unaware of the faint pink tinting his cheeks.

“It’s fine, it was fun!” Iwaizumi sets you down on the ground, and you sit with your injured knee straight out. The others stare at you with a concerned look and you wave them off. “It’s fine, go have fun, I was team mom for a reason!” You reach for your bag and pull out an emergency ice pack and you promptly break the pouch inside of it. The ice pack immediately turns cold after a bit of shaking and you place it on your knee to watch as the boys somehow played a 4 vs. 3 player game.

As the sun sets, soon enough you and all of the third years start cleaning up the gym.

“Oi,” Matsukawa calls out to you, “it’s fine, we can clean up.” Matsukawa grabs you by your shoulders and urges you to go sit down.

“Yeah, you’ve done enough for the team, always looking after your kids,” Hanamaki jokes as he goes to help take down the net.

“Yeah but, I wasn’t able to get another manager for next year.” You stare at the ground as you sit back down on the ground. They all glance at you, stopping what they’re doing for a second.

“Yahaba scared her away, it’s not your fault,” Iwaizumi assures you. Still, it doesn’t sit well with you but you nod your head anyway.

“I guess,” you say half heartedly.

Oikawa calls out for everyone, and soon enough all eyes turn to their captain.

Hanamaki reaches out his hand towards Oikawa, with his eyebrows furrowed, “Hey, don’t do it! Let’s end this on a good note!” You open your mouth to say something but immediately close it.

“Shut up!” Oikawa cries out, tears already at the corner of his eyes. “Thank you for the last three years!” He bites his bottom lip, trying to control his sobbing as the tears start streaming down his face. Your brows scrunch up as your lips and the sobs that you’ve tried to keep in from earlier in the day finally escape your mouth.

“Damn it, I told you!” Hanamaki wipes away his tears.

You slowly stand back up and with your fists clenched up by your side, you bow your head. “Thank you for letting me be your manager!”

You watch as your tears hit the gym floor and you don’t bother to wipe away the tears, knowing more will replace them. Soon enough, you feel arms wrapped around you and it’s Oikawa hugging you. Other third years echo their thanks. And soon enough there’s a big group hug between all the third years with you in the middle.

Tears were shed everywhere, on all of the third years' shirts (along with snot because that’s what happens when you cry). And though you all lost, you’re all glad it was with each other and no one else.

It takes awhile for everyone to catch their breath and clean up the rest of the gym. But everyone settles down, going back to normal but knowing that once they hit their bed that night, the tears would come back.

You’re one of the last ones left, like always, and you realize this would be the last time you’re the last one in the gym to make sure everything’s left how it’s supposed to be. It’s bittersweet, knowing your volleyball season has come to an end. Perhaps it’s more bitter than sweet, though.

You finish zipping up your bags when a pair of legs appears in front of you, calling out your name. You feel your face flush and you don’t look up until they speak up.

“Here, I’ll walk you home since your brother isn’t here.”

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The Wonders of Ohio P.1

masterlist request guidelines okay i keep saying i’m on a hiatus and i literally start like 7 series kill me now

pairing: draco x muggle!reader

request: requested from my 14 year old brain...and her wattpad account...

summary: american high school senior y/n is roped into hosting a british exchange student, and something doesn’t seem quite right.

a/n: i wanted to do some country other than mine but it wouldn’t make sense for him to be sent to a UK family (wayy too close) and also i don’t want to assume things about a culture i am not a part of. so. yeah. sorry for this being such an ameri-centric blog, i’d like to change that but for now this is my guilty pleasure self-insert fic, along with all my fellow muggle high school seniors out here.

warnings: language. intense americanness. god i hate america

tags!!! i love you all so dearly wtf @accio-rogers @eltanin-malfoy @geeksareunique

music recs: orinoco flow from enya ( i know it’s a meme shhh it fits the scene i have of draco entering the us so well)

word count: 2,174

also: i’ll be writing the entirety of this from y/n’s point of view...i’m giving draco a rest

“So...his parents are worried about his safety in England?” Y/N shifted in her car seat, wincing as the hot leather scorched her bare arms.

“They weren’t entirely clear on it,” her mother said. She had just pushed the key into the ignition, and hot air was blasting out of the AC at an uncomfortable rate. “I’m sure you read the news about the poor people who were going missing over there...and he seems to be from a well-off family who can afford this kind of venture...”

“Did you ever tell me his name?”

“Draco Malfoy.”

Y/N nearly spat out the sip of water she had just taken, spinning around to stare at his mom. “Draco? What kind of name is that?”

“Sweetheart, be nice now,” she reprimanded, giving her a stern look. “It seems as though this family has been through a lot. I remember them mentioning something about being political targets.”

“That’s funny. I don’t remember reading anything about the Malfoy family in BBC or anything.” Y/N frowned and set her water bottle in the cup holder, turning away to watch the scenery of her state pass by.

“Perhaps it’s confidential,” her mother said. “It’s best that we don’t pressure him too much. It’s just our job to make him comfortable for a year, that’s all.”

“That’s all? You want me to give up my senior year to make some random rich boy comfortable?”

“Y/N,” her mother warned. “You’ll be civil. I know it’s strange, but I can assure you that he’ll find his own group of friends after the first week or so of school. He’ll be like a brother.”

“I can only try.” Y/N glanced up at the clock in the car, noticing that it was already 10 past 4. “Aren’t we a bit late? I thought that the program said that they wanted us at the pick-up point at 4.”

“Did they?” Mrs. Y/L/N seemed hardly concerned. “I don’t think that it’ll matter. This is an exchange program after all, you remember how they were last year in the summer. The bus didn’t even show up with all the kids until half past the hour. Speaking of which, did you happen to bring the sign?”

“How could I have made a sign with his name on it if I didn’t know what it was, Mom?”

Her mother swore under her breath, her eyes darting around the car. “You’re right. I completely forgot to tell you, you know, with the PTA meeting and everything last night...”

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N mumbled. “It was a real rager.”

“Do we have any paper in here?” Mrs. Y/L/N began opening the glove department and sorting through it.

“Mom! I’ll do it! Keep your eyes on the road, please!” Pushing her mother’s hands away, she began going through it. There was nothing but a crumpled napkin, a “Wonders of Ohio” pamphlet, and a slightly dried EXPO dry-erase marker.

“Yeah, we have some,” Y/N muttered, uncapping the EXPO marker and writing the words “Welcome Draco!” on the unfolded tour pamphlet.

“Oh, Y/N, that’s the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Maybe if the PTA bake sale meeting wasn’t so crazy, we’d be in a different situation right now.” Y/N broke into a fit of laughter, leading her mother to do the same. “I swear. He’s not gonna want to come home with us. I think he’d probably take being a political target over going home with rednecks like us.”

“You’re bad, Y/N.”

Their conversation was cut short as they arrived in a school parking lot that Y/N had been in many times to pick up exchange students for the summer. Today, it was a bit different. The crispier fall air had turned the leaves orange and red, each color illuminated brightly by the sun, which was now hitting the earth at a sharper angle.

And, most curious of all, there was only one car in the parking lot.

“See, I told you that they wouldn’t be here yet,” her mother said, motioning to the empty lot.

“But...aren’t there usually coordinators? And other parents?”

Something was beginning to feel...off.

“Well...I suppose so,” she said, pushing her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. “Yes, I guess this is a bit unusual.”

Their confusion only grew as they pulled into the closest parking space to the front. No one was there to greet them, which was very odd. Normally there were some adults who organized the exchange program set up a refreshments table and supplied sign building equipment in the case that you had forgotten...but today, things were different.

“Maybe year-long exchanges are just different?” Y/N suggested as they both stepped out of the car and made their way to the waiting area.

“I don’t see why they would be,” Mrs. Y/L/N said, frowning. “However, I think that this is being done by a third party program. Shannon told me that while our usual program was helping, a different one was doing most of the diplomatic and visa work.”

The two waited for about two minutes in silence. Y/N had folded and unfolded her “Welcome Draco” sign probably around 6 times before a pop rang out, loud enough to startle her.

“What was that?” she yelped, turning to see her mother just as concerned.

“I don’t know, doll. Maybe someone is having...car troubles?”

Y/N knew that that wasn’t true, but she didn’t push it. Instead, she was more focused on the two two tall figures walking towards them on the street. One had a certified dad body, tall with a broad chest that was only accentuated by a strange button-up with flamingos on it (and a sports jacket?). The man’s hair was what stood out most of all: a shock of carrot orange hair, nearly identical to the turning leaves around him. A very strange tri-cornered Revolutionary style hat was perched on top of his head.

His companion was taller but wiry, clad in long dark green cloak that flowed in the wind. As they got closer, Y/N realized how ridiculous the guy looked. His hair was a startling white blonde, but he had the face of someone around her age.

“Hello!”

The older man stopped halfway through the parking lot, waving and grinning at Y/N and her mother. They both waved back, trading glances of amusement.

“Hi?” Y/N raised her voice. “Do you need help?”

The man’s face split even further into a grin. “Are you the Y/L/N family?” His voice had turned into a yell to battle the sound of a car alarm that had sounded just a few streets over.

“What was that? You need to come closer,” Mrs. Y/L/N yelled back, motioning for them to approach. The man sent the blonde boy a pleased look, almost as if to say “see? That wasn’t too hard”. They began walking, but the carrot haired man seemed especially fascinated with the other car that was parked by them. He froze in the lot, staring at the white Subaru, mesmerized as the brake lights turned on and the car began to ease back--right in their direction.

“Oh my god...he’s gonna get hit, Mom!” They shared a concerned look before they both cupped their hands to their mouths.

“Sir, you need to move! That car’s going to hit you!”

They watched in horror as the Subaru slowly eased out of the parking lot, getting within a foot of the man before the blonde boy yanked him out of the way. Y/N could’ve sworn she heard the man say “Marvelous! Just fascinating!”.

“Jesus Christ, Mom, do you think they’re methheads or something?” Y/N made sure to drop her voice to a hushed whisper, worriedly turning towards her. “Should we get in the car and go? What if they’re going to kill us?”

“You’re too overdramatic,” Mrs. Y/L/N reprimanded...but Y/N could see how she was turning her car keys over and over in her hands. “If they come close and making strange advances, then we run, okay?”

“Sounds good,” Y/N said, her voice weak as the two men stepped up onto the curb and began to get within earshot.

“Are you the Y/L/N family?” the man asked. His British accent shocked Y/N, and suddenly it all made sense.

“Yes, that’s us,” her mother said.

Now that they were closer, Y/N got a good look at the boy in the green cloak. His features were sharply aristocratic, with a nose that looked like it belonged on a statue out of the Renaissance. She felt him looking her over with the same amount of intensity and immediately crumpled up her Wonders of Ohio pamphlet, shoving it into her pocket.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” the man said. “I’m Arthur Weasley. This is Draco Malfoy.”

The boy’s scowl only deepened once Mr. Weasley nudged him forward with his elbow. “Say hello, Draco,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes carrying a degree of desperation.

“Hello.” His voice was cold and uninterested, just like the weight of his gaze.

“I’m Y/N,” she offered, throwing on a forced smile. “And this is my mother, Y/N Y/L/N.”

“You can call me whatever you’d like, Y/N, even Mom if that’s what you prefer,” Mrs. L/N said. Draco visibly winced at that.

“Mrs. L/N is fine with me.”

Y/N cringed at the painful amount of awkwardness. “Where’s your stuff, Draco?”

Before he could answer, Mr. Weasley jumped in, unfolding a piece of paper and reading it verbatim. “Mr. Malfoy’s luggage is having some trouble getting through cus...customs? Customs. His items will arrive at your place of residence shortly.”

“Did you try to sneak a musket in here to win back the US for the British crown or something?” Y/N couldn’t help but let a snicker slip through. Mr. Weasley seemed to pick up that she’d attempted to make a joke and bellowed a laugh while Draco simply stared her down.

“No.”

“This is going to be so much fun,” her mother exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “If there’s nothing more to do, we can go ahead and head home. I’m sure you want to rest, Draco.”

Y/N noticed that he flinched every time his name was uttered, and this time was no exception.

Silence ensued until Mr. Weasley decided to break it. “Sounds like a splendid plan. Feel free to owl--contact me if you need anything, or if Mr. Malfoy here misbehaves in...” He paused to send a glare to Draco, “...any way. The Ministry can’t thank you enough for your help.”

With that, he turned and walked around the corner of the building in the opposite way he came, leaving Draco to stand awkwardly in front of them. Despite his expensive appearance and haughty attitude, it was clear that he didn’t know what to do with his right hand as he kept tucking and untucking it from his pocket.

“Didn’t you guys come from a different direction?” Mrs. Y/L/N puzzled, staring back in the direction they came. A loud pop rang out once more.

“That’s very odd,” Y/N commented. She could tell that Draco was frozen up, his left hand curled up into a fist. “No matter. Let’s get you home. I call shotgun.”

“Y/N, no, he gets shotgun,” her mother corrected, walking towards their car. Draco trailed behind them with a very confused expression on his face.

‘Fine, fine,” she moaned, flinging open the backseat. Once they had settled in--she had noticed that Draco took a fair bit of time to buckle his seat-belt--Y/N leaned forward over the console to look at him. “Do they not have cars in England or something?”

“Y/N!”

Y/N ignored her mother’s shocked comment and looked at him expectantly.

“You could say that,” he muttered, refusing to make eye contact with her and choosing to look out the window at the passing trees instead.

“You have a very cool accent,” Y/N pushed, moving over to sit in the middle. “What part of the UK are you from? I’ve never been able to match an accent to a region.”

Draco shrugged. “You wouldn’t know the place.”

“Try me.”

“Y/N, leave the boy alone,” her mother interrupted, moving her hand to push her back from the console. “He’s had a long day of traveling and he’s tired.”

“What time was your flight this morning?”

“Y/N!”

“I’m sorry,” she said, only partly meaning it. “I’ll stop. I’m really doing wonders for the loud American stereotype, huh?”

He made a sound that seemed like he agreed and rested his head on the window. From her vantage point, she could see that there were no dark roots in his hair, meaning that his color had to either be completely natural or just dyed. She mentally made a note to ask him about that later. While she couldn’t believe it, it seemed like his hair had to be natural: the strands looked so silky from where she was, with no frizz and a light gleam to it.

She flopped back into her seat, casting her eyes up to the sky.

This was going to be a long year.

final a/n: i’m so bad at managing my time...oh my god....please help...also i promise there’ll be more of this. i promise i literally love this story and also i’m not from ohio so if i get something very wrong about ohio then i’m very sorry to all my ohioan readers <333333

#draco x reader #draco #draco malfoy #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco x oc #draco malfoy x oc #draco x y/n #draco malfoy x y/n #harry potter #harry potter imagine #draco lucius malfoy #tom felton im so sorry

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aechteaseawb · 4 years

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m!ik

can it be called iruma-centric if i don’t really focus on iruma all that much? meh whatever

uh, in which iruma is very old and retired and they put him in a retirement home and they go visit him all the time

outsider pov.

The best guess Minato could come up with was that Suzuki Iruma-san used to serve in the army. Probably. It’s in the way he holds himself, Minato supposes. he is gentle, but there’s an unshakable authority to his air.

Under that criteria, Suzuki-san could also easily just be anyone in position of power, but somehow, the idea of a war commander stuck itself into Minato’s mind: a young Suzuki-san, leading an entire command of troops against an indiscernible enemy army, cape catching in the wind, which is ridiculous, because there’s no way Suzuki-san is that old to be donning outdated military wear.

The visitors he gets don’t help with his peculiar case at all.

For one, they’re all very very tall.

For two, Minato never remembers checking them in at the front desk, but when they check the visitor log, they would always find entries that fit their visiting time. They can be categorized by the frequency they come to visit.

An old man comes about once a month with his younger redhead companion. They always try to bring too many gifts with them: armful of games and treats and, interestingly enough, a variety of strangely shaped gloves.

“They’re archery gloves.” Suzuki-san explains. “They’re used to protect your fingers.”

Minato wonders why Suzuki-san would know this, and why his visitors bring new pairs all the time, but doesn’t ask.

“I think they’re too used to taking care of me that they don’t realize I have no use for all of these.”

Every other week, two women drop by, their hair colors clashing terribly as opposite sides on the spectrum, but somehow fit together seamlessly. They usually bring volumes of manga with them, and their general presence livens the entire retirement home. The residents dote on them, as well as coo over pictures of their daughter.

“Clara’s really rubbing off of her.” Suzuki-san laughs when Minato finds another stray volume lying at the foot of his bed. “Ameri-san used to be so uptight and organized with these types of things- but well, I guess she could stand to be a bit more relaxed. Besides, she could afford to part with one volume for two weeks, what with the magnificent collection she has now.”

Minato wonders why Suzuki-san would use keigo with someone decades younger than him, but doesn’t ask.

Every few days, a young man appears in Suzuki-san’s room all by himself. He brings nothing with him, but a frosty demeanor and a frigid posture. Out of all of Suzuki-san's visitors, he's the most uptight, always polite when greeted, but never warm.

The only time Minato has seen his expression fixed into anything but a constant poker face, was when they were on their way to refill Suzuki-san’s iv fluids. They didn’t realize there was company until they pushed open the door and saw a familiar wisp of pink hair.

That was the first time Minato had seen him so relaxed, rid of his usual worried scowl. He had an achingly tender expression on his youthful face, and there was something about him, Minato thought, that made him look far beyond his age.

“Ah, Asmodeus-san, is it?” They asked politely as they stepped fully into the room.

In a split second, the man was back to neutralizing his emotions, not a lick of emotion bled through the well-worn mask.

“Thank you for all you’ve done for Iruma-sama, Yasaka-san.” He gave Minato a half-bow in acknowledgement.

“Oh. It’s all part of the job, really.” Minato told him, suddenly embarrassed. Working at a retirement home hardly made them a hero. There were many stories, and there were many questions. It wasn’t part of the job to pry, but Minato could hardly be blamed for a little harmless curiosity.

“Suzuki-san is loved by many, isn’t he?” Minato asked for the first time, “How lucky to have so many visitors! Some of our other residents are a little bit lonelier than he is.”

“Iruma-sama has always been a very warm person.” Asmodeus-san’s voice was almost soft, like he couldn’t help himself. “It would be harder not to be drawn to him.”

“Well, I think it’s nice that he has so many beside him at his age-”

“He’s still young!” Asmodeus-san cut in. Minato had never seen him be anything but perfectly polite and composed. “He deserves more time. He’s dedicated too little of his life on himself. This shouldn’t be the end for it!”

Minato blinked. Ah. Sometimes it happened. It’s never easy to say goodbye to a loved one. However-

“Suzuki-san still has quite a long time ahead of him. He is very healthy, and he still keeps active.”

Asmodeus-san shook his head. “It’s too soon.”

Working at a retirement home means it’s always too soon.

#m!ik #ficlet #yeah yeah yeah i know azu's part is disproportionately big but i have a soft spot for him okay #and i needed someone getting emotional abt iruma and he seemed like an excellent choice

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tren-fraszka · 4 years

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Five Figure Fanwork Exchange 2020 Letter

Dear creator,

Thank you for taking your time to check my requests. I know my requests can sound a bit tricky, but please don’t be discouraged. I wish you will have good time writing first and foremost!

My AO3 is Tren, if you wish to check it out.

Likes: comedy, casefics, canon compliants, AUs, time loops, bodyswaps, roleswaps, “being hoisted by your own petard” plotlines, snark, pettiness, rivals, enemies to friends to lovers, violence, friendships, and character bonding,

DNW: explicit sex (makeouts and fade to black is okay), A/B/O, mpreg, rape depicted as positive (so no “it’s okay, because the other person enjoyed it/it was what they truly wanted”), trans headcanons, soulmate AUs, stories ending with surrender to fate/destiny, fourth wall breaking in canons where that doesn’t occur, character has cancer or other real-life terminal disease AU, word “queerplatonic”.

Also, I included what ships I’m okay with in each fandom. Please do not include any ships that aren’t canon and I have not allowed in those sections (if you feel really strongly about a ship I haven’t mentioned, you can always ask through mods just in case).

Additionally, while I almost never request fanart as possible medium, because I prefer my main gift to be fic, I would be very okay with receiving fanart treats. On another note, feel free to use my old letters if you get your hands on them. I never stop being interested in fandoms, and if I requested something once I will still want it in the future.

REQUESTS

MARIMASHITA! IRUMA-KUN

I read new manga chapters as they get translated so feel free to incorporate anything from the manga that’s available in english. I’m not spoiled for anything beyond that, so please no spoilers for future developments.

Kiriwo Amy/Suzuki Iruma

There are many good ships with Iruma, but this one just has a lot things I like. I love enemy ships with both sides being way too emotionally invested into each other so this was inevitable. I love how this relationship starts as this really wholesome friendship and school festival preparation, except Kiriwo turns out to be a bit messed up and wants to blow up everyone. But then they both accept the outcome and go on with their lives still thinking about each other. Iruma goes through a lot of trouble to keep the club operating even though Kiriwo has been pretty much expelled. And then Kiriwo is now obsessed with Iruma as his anthitesis and perfect enemy.

I’m okay with the potential story happening at any point in the canon. I would love both a story set before the festival while Kiriwo is still hiding his true colors or a story set after festival. Maybe Iruma runs into Kiriwo somewhere after he escapes prison and instead of calling an adult, he tries to stop Kiriwo from causing trouble on his own. As for pre-festival story. Maybe some upperclassmen steal important parts from the club and Iruma and Kiriwo set out to get them back.

Naberius Kalego & Suzuki Iruma

I love Kalego for being a much better take on Snape than original Snape ever was. The second the series made Kalego Iruma’s familiar I knew this was about to get good. And it was. I love how Kalego slowly warms up to Iruma, even if he is still allergic to his and Sullivan’s antics. I love that Kalego is actually a competent teacher who cares about his students, even if he would rather eat a whole lemon than admit it out loud.

For prompts, maybe Sullivan ends up having an important business and Opera isn’t available so he dumps looking after Iruma on Kalego for a few days. Or Iruma is struggling with studying since so much is new for him so Kalego ends up forced to help him catch up with the material (if you are following manga inclusion of Balam is always welcome). Or maybe Iruma gets into usual trouble ends up stranded somewhere and the only one he can call for help is his familiar.

AUs and ships

I love the worldbuilding around the demon world, so I would ask that if you decided to write an AU that it still incorporates demons. I would definitely love an AU where rather than getting summoned to demon world, Iruma accidentally summons either Kiriwo or Kalego into the human world. Maybe Iruma’s parents try to use him as an offering, but instead he ends up bound to a demon. I would love to see Kiriwo excited to unleash suffering (even if his weak powers severely limit him in that regard) onto human world just to discover that he made contract with the biggest pacifist possible. Or Kalego being torn between wanting to return home as soon as possible (he has classes to teach!) and wanting to somehow help the weird human child that just keeps getting into trouble. Any other demon-focused AU is also welcome. I’m also fine with any sort of AU divergences scenario. Maybe Iruma keeps accidentally sabbotaging Kiriwo’s terrorist plans without realizing it. Or Iruma ends up summoning Kalego more often as his familiar when he gets into trouble.

As for ships, I’d rather avoid any love triangle scenarios for this canon, so please focus on just one pairing per character (competing for Iruma’s attention is normal for this canon, I’d just rather not see outright romantic competition). It’s self-explainatory for Kiriwo request, but if you want to include some shipping elements into the Kalego request I also ship Iruma/Ameri, Iruma/Alice and Kalego/Balam.

RE:ZERO

I watched the first season of anime, as well as the two OVA, and I’m now following the second one. Please don’t include any spoilers for events that haven’t been yet adapted. I’m fine with mentions of stuff from Light Novel that adaptation has skipped, just please make sure to establish them properly.

Natsuki Subaru & Beatrice Natsuki Subaru & Felix Argyle & Julius Euclius & Reinhard van Astrea Natsuki Subaru & Puck

I love how many great interactions Suberu has in Re:Zero with various people, not just Emilia. Feel free to mix my requests or include any other characters, I love all of them.

Natsuki Subaru & Puck

I adore how Subaru immediately gets along with Puck due to their shared admiration of Emilia. I would love a story where the two of them decide to work together to throw a surprise party for Emilia or to make a present for her. Or maybe they need to work together to protect Emilia against a threat. Or for something lighter, their shared adventures of pranking everyone they can in Roswaal’s manor. Feel free to include as much Emilia as you need for this relationship, since Puck is contracted with her.

Natsuki Subaru & Felix Argyle & Julius Euclius & Reinhard van Astrea

I immediately loved the queen candidates’ knights and the relationships between them. I would greatly enjoy seeing them work together. Maybe someone is plotting to harm queen candidates and they join forces to bring them down. Or maybe the queen candidates are busy with some bureaucracy and the bored knights decide to spend a night at town, which ends with all sorts of shenanigans. Maybe Subaru and Julius decide to have some sort of competiton that hilariously goes out of control. Or Reinhardt and Subaru rope everyone into helping some poor grandma, but her straightforward request ends up becoming much more difficult to execute than anyone predicted. Alternatively, Felix, Julius, and Reinhardt decide that Subaru has been pushing himself way too much recently and with silent blessing from Emilia they drag him into the local hot springs to make him finally rest a bit and make sure that give Felix plenty of time for some additional magical treatment.

Feel free to also include Aldebaran into the group if you want. He had very little screen time in anime, so I didn’t want to make this request more difficult than it already is, but if you want to write him too I would be very happy with his inclusion.

Natsuki Subaru & Beatrice

Beatrice is a fascinating character. She’s clearly very powerful, but ends up hiding herself in the library due to her strongly hinted tragic past. Watching Subaru try to make her open up more to him and other people is very interesting. I would love to see more of his attempts to befriend Beatrice. Maybe he suggests they do a book club and makes Beatrice choose books they should read. Or alternatively Subaru ends up trapped inside a magical book and Beatrice is the only one who can help navigate him so he can escape from it. Or alternatively a witch cultist invided the Roswaal mansion and Subaru and Beatrice need to work together to find and neutralize the threat.

AUs and ships

I would prefer no setting changes for this story, any other AUs are fine. I especially love Subaru’s reset mechanic, so feel free to abuse that if you want. If you want some AU ideas, maybe another character starts remembering bits and pieces of the reseted timelines. Or maybe Otto turns out to be a witch cultist in disguise and uses the trust he earned to cause problems.

I’m okay with acknowledging Subaru’s canon crush on Emilia, though I’d rather it wasn’t framed as an endgame ship. I’m okay with pairing Subaru with pretty much any guy in the series (especially other queen candidate knights) or leaving who he will end up with ambiguous.

MY NEXT LIFE AS A VILLAINESS (ANIME)

I watched anime and read manga for this story, so please don’t spoil me for the parts not yet adapted from Light Novel.

Group: Katarina Claes/Gerald Stuart (My Next Life as a Villainess)

I ran into this manga on accident, but I definitely don’t regret it. I love how Katarina ends up solving all the problems in this series either through her efforts or by sheer accident and how she ends up becoming the actual protagonist. This charmingly comedic story has a lot of heart and I crave more.

I think I like Gerard the most out of all potential suitors for Katarina’s heart and would love to see more of his crush on Katarina and unsuccessful attempts at actually wooing her. We only see him through Katarina’s perspective, who can’t separate him from the Gerard she knows from the game, even though he changed under her influence. I would definitely be up for a story where Katarina starts to notice that maybe her idea of Gerard doesn’t exactly line up with the reality. Or maybe she remains blissfully ignorant and decides to go in-depth investigation into finding more of Gerard’s weaknesses, because she saw him do something nice for Maria and now she is sure the end is near for her and she wants to be extra prepared. Or maybe he takes her on a vacation trip to escape from her other suitors, but everything goes terribly wrong (maybe their carriage crashes forcing them to spend the night in the woods), and yet both of them end up having a lot of fun.

I don’t mind including any other characters, since they are a colorful bunch. I read this manga for harem shenanigans, and you are free to include as much of that as you want.

AUs and ships

I’m okay with AUs and canon divergences. The story is already a huge canon divergence after all, so if you want to twist it even more, that’s fine by me. If you want to play around with characters accidentally getting transported to the alternate world where Katarina is the original Katarina or getting a glimps of it, I would be very much for it. I love the idea of Gerard meeting the original Katarina and having all sorts of complicated feelings about her, but ultimately acting kind towards her, because he believes that this is what Katarina he knows would have wanted. And just imagine the utter chaos that would result in two Katarinas running around.

I’m okay with all canonical crushes being acknowledged, however due the nature of my request I want the endgame ship to be Katarina/Gerard. I don’t mind other characters being shipped with each other.

TOWER OF GOD

I’m caught up with the newest chapters of the webtoon.

Khun Aguero Agnis/Twenty-Fifth Baam | Jyu Viole Grace (Tower of God)

I got into this series through anime but then I binged the rest of this webtoon and wow it was a blast. I love the complicated world of the tower, the colorful cast, and the complicated relationships between characters. And I love Aguero for being a total asshole and schemer, who becomes a better person due to Bam’s influence.

I’m fine with the fic being set at any point in the story, whether it be beginning of their relationship right after they both started to climb the tower or anything else down the line. I love the slow change that Aguero goes through starting as the very selfish person who burned most of the bridges behind him into a slightly more caring but still willing to burn all the bridges if it’s for Bam person. Also, Bam’s arc of slowly finding himself through interacting with others is great. For some ideas, maybe they have to go undercover to achieve some goal and end up pretending to be boyfriends to throw off suspicions (bonus points for Khun making their supposed relationship’s backstory more ridiculous each time someone asks about it). Or something goes wrong while they are escaping resulting in Bam and Khun getting chained together with shinsu-resistant handcuffs, which begins their epic journey to find and defeat the person who has key to it. Meanwhile Khun is slowly losing it, because he isn’t prepared to handle someone’s constant presence 24h a day, especially if it’s Bam. Or any other towe climbing shenanigans. Maybe Khun wagers something he really shouldn’t have (like his memories) and the team has to get them back, because Khun regresses into his pre-Bam meeting self and is even more of an asshole than usual.

Please use the names Bam and Jue Viole Grace respectively in the fic, because that was the official translation when I picked up the comics (I’m assuming it was different in the past from the AO3 tag).

AUs and ships

I would prefer no setting changes for this story, Tower is a honestly fascinating place and I want to enjoy more of it, but all other AUs are okay. For some suggestions, maybe Bam doesn’t manage to escape from FUG. Khun finds him and decides that the only way to help is to make sure that Elders acknowledge Bam as a Slayer, so he starts to climb ranks of FUG.

I’m okay with mentions of Bam’s crush on Rachel, but mostly in the context of his past feelings for her. Just please focus on Bam/Aguero. For some other ships, I’m okay with Anaak/Ran and Anaak/Endorsi. As for other characters, you are free to ship them if you want, just don’t ship Hwaryun with anyone.

#exchange letters

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borednwriting-blog · 5 years

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hey savior. (i);

(do not own this gif!)

author’s note: ok so i decided to start the series at this period of time, i really put a good thinking and decided this was best since we will get into the readers past later on, hopefully y’all LIKE THIS! ily. and i love natasha :-)

warnings: well, idk, fighting? cursing? and bad writing

word count: 2193

“You ready, James?” I asked the former soviet assassin on my right and got his glare in return. “Заткнись.” Was all he shot back before he was off to his dramatic entrance. Chuckling, I made sure the team was ready to catch Jasper, since James will be too preoccupied with trying to kill his favorite soldier. Seeing as James jumped to the hood of their car, getting his tight grip on Sitwell and throwing him off the car. Natasha jumped to the front seat, moving Steve and the other guy away from James’ shootings. Seeing as Jasper was rolling on the road, I stopped his moving body by putting my foot on his chest. “Hi honey,” I smiled innocently at him. “Welcome back.” I motioned with my hands for the team to grab him far away from here.

Looking forward at the scene in front of me, I saw how Steve move the gear to stop the car, making James fall from the hood and landing on his feet, his metal arm dragged along the asphalt. “Did I or did I not say he’s a drama queen.” I whispered to myself as I loaded my gun walking towards the scene. Shooting at the car from behind I saw their gazes turn to me as well, Natasha’s expression catching my attention a bit more than the others. To say she was shocked, would be underestimating it. Looking behind me I saw our jeep driving faster towards their car making me move aside to allow them to crash into their car. I saw how Steve took both of his partners close to him, breaking the door and shielding their other side with his shield, softening their crash on the road.

Looking at James, we started moving towards the team to gear up for the events that were about to happen on this bridge. “Remember, you get cap and I get her. No funny business.” I warned him as he took the grenade launcher and shot towards Steve, making him rise above the ground and fall off the bridge while all of us continued to shoot towards the cars Natasha and new guy were hiding behind. Shooting back at us, James shot a grenade towards the car he saw Natasha behind, making her jump onto the other side of the road into the traffic that was surprisingly still quite going. Launching another grenade towards Natasha, the car blew up and flew off the bridge along with her, using her grappling hook to get a grasp on the top of the bridge, lowering herself to the ground and taking a spot right beneath the end of the bridge. Knowing her next move, I made my way to get off the bridge and landed right behind her as she shot James at his mask, ready to hide behind the bus only for her to meet my gaze. “hey savior” I showed her a smirk as I threw a punch towards her face. She stumbled backwards as scooted down on one leg, moving her other one towards my feet for my body to meet the ground. Groaning I kicked her side and went ahead to pin her to the ground. Seeing as she struggled she mumbled away “Do you really want to do this?”

“What, did you expect a thank you?” I held a stronger grip on her hands and she fought against it, shoving her head forcefully towards mine. Losing my grip on her she took the opportunity to fire at me her widow’s bite making me fully lay down on the ground. Awakening from the feeling, I saw James throw a grenade towards a car and blowing it up, Natasha coming from behind him and choking him with one of her metal rope. Standing up, loading my gun and aiming it towards her, I saw how he threw her off of him and aimed his rifle at her having her to throw at his metal arm one of her metal discs to electrify him. Escaping him, he made his way towards her only to meet my voice, “I told you she was mine.” I shifted my head towards him, popping my sore nape earning an angry glare from him. “Didn’t seem like you had this under control.” He propped his hands better on the rifle, missing his chance as I shot towards her, hitting her. “Sorry.” I remarked cynically as he ran towards the car that was right behind the car she was panting and leaning on. Hearing his loud stomp, she looked at him, terrified of his next move. He aimed at her his rifle and as if she was saved by the bell, Steve ran towards James, distracting him from her. As they fought, I walked towards her, my gun pointed at her head. “Stand.”

I ordered her and she leant against the car to help her stand in front of me. “I’m sorry.” I swear I could see her eyes tearing up, as if she could show some emotion during this time. “Doesn’t matter now, move.” She stood still. “I told you to move.”

“I don’t take orders from a 14-year-old.”

“Yeah, that’s not exactly how you treat your elders.” I heard a voice behind me and dodged his punch that was thrown at me from behind. Looking at new guy, I rolled my eyes as I threw my leg towards his abdomen and he caught it in his hands, trying to turn my body around and for me to fall on the ground. Before I hit the ground I shot my other leg at his knee, making him slouch down. Taking him by the collar of his shirt I shoved my head at his own and got away from him grip on my leg, hearing his groan on his way to the ground as I got my hair off my face.

“That is some strong 14-year-old ‘Tasha.” He mumbled and I looked at her devastated state. Grabbing her shoulders, getting her ready for the entire HYDRA team to captivate them all.

I looked around for James, worrying when I couldn’t spot his metal arm anywhere in the crowd. I turned my attention to what was happening behind me and saw him leaning behind a car, very dramatic. Walking towards him, I stood right next to his legs and nudged them a little. “Hey, drama queen, we need to go.” He gave me the most confused expression I ever gotten from him, making me kneel down next to him.

“Did you know?” He whispered and looked straight into my eyes. “Know what James?”

“About him.” I looked towards what he shifted his gaze to and saw Steve putting his hands behind his head. “He’s Captain Ameri-“

“He called me Bucky.” I felt his confusion rise within his bones and saw how he was about to rip the skin off his face, getting a little crazy from the thought he might know this man but remember nothing about him.

“Bucky, huh? That’s cute.” I tried to lighten the mood up, “maybe you two were boyfriends.” He sighed at my ridiculousness and looked at me as I stood up. “Whatever, Bucky, right now we need to go.” I held my hand out for him, help him stand up but he ignored my offer, standing up by himself as I mumbled a silent okay and started to move.

I knew everything HYDRA did with James, he did too. So seeing this reaction from him when he recognized someone from his past, creeped me out. Maybe it was because I cared for him, as I was working beside him for almost two years now, or it was just sinking in how insane was the way they handle things. None of that mattered, I was a trained assassin and I wasn’t about to go rogue and prove them right when they call me weak every single time. Showing emotion means weakness, caring for people is just opening the door to weakness and allowing it to get in, that was one of the first things I was taught. Stay cold, stay sharp. No matter how wrong it felt, I was already here, and I had to finish my mission.

I stood there, in the room when they brainwashed him again the moment he showed some signs of remembering. Keeping a tough face as I heard James scream, looking the way his body trembled at every ten seconds break they gave him, and his screams filling up the room right as they start again. I looked at Pierce, he was annoyed. Annoyed that one person could not only ruin his whole plan but also distract one of his best men. He was pissed, no doubt. When they all brought James to his room, I quickly followed them, staying with him and making sure he was alright. Wetting a damp towel in cold water, I moved it around his head as he was still hissing from the “treatment session” that happened only minutes ago. I felt bad, I wasn’t supposed to feel bad. Maybe it was his hopeless face as they stuck needles and electricity through his head, maybe it was the fact that Pierce would never stop there, maybe it was the way Natasha looked at me when she saw I was alive.

I grew to hate her, sticking to the fact that I had to avenge all of the people that died at that facility. After she got in, trying to rescue us, she made them secure us even harder. The interrogated us, killed us one by one when someone was showing signs of disobeying. I saw Anna, the girl I grew so fond of since young age, shot right in front of my eyes. And I was to not cry, mourn, nothing. I needed to continue training, sleep four hours a night and wake up as if everything was alright. Not long after that the headmaster in charge told us we were training for a big mission, HYDRA one.

Was I surprised? Never. The red room seems like a place to work with exactly people from HYDRA. Seeing as they were training children to kill, innocence and hope was never part of our routine. What they didn’t tell us, me, is that I would watch every other person that survived their massacre, burn as they tried to complete the mission. “Congrats,” a guard man came towards my covered in ashes physique, weak and drained, “you showed us you really are the one to take her place.” Sick bastards.

Of course. They lost their best spy, assassin, to the good guys, of course. Of course they would start a new training system to overcome their grief and loss of the great Natalia Alianovna Romanova, of fucking course. Of course when she showed up they starting to speed up their plans, knowing HYDRA and their wicked plans and how quickly they will start working now that SHIELD is almost done building what they need. They needed someone good for the mission and they wanted me to carry her name, but I could never. Never take the name of the person who made fake promises, who was the reason all of the people I ever knew were dead.

Shaking myself back to reality, I saw James with his closed eyes, chest rising and the only thing that was heard in the room was his soft breathing. Taking the towel off his face I looked at him, the first time I see him at such peace. It has been two years, and I couldn’t understand how I was feeling towards it all. A sense of guilt and sadness was building up inside me, eating me bit by bit while I looked at James, remembering the events on the bridge. He was sent to kill him; he didn’t do it. I was sent to kill her, and I couldn’t do it. We were both puppets that were controlled by a system that was here to destroy, we were both human but they took all of our humanity. Only for it to come today, hitting us at different times. I was sure James would kill her, I needed to make she wouldn’t cross him and when she did I had to make the shot, knowing I could kill her right there but I didn’t, aiming at her shoulder instead her head. I pushed a few of wet strands of hair James had on his forehead, remembering how he came close to his humanity for a second, when his old best friend called him by the name he didn’t hear such a long time.

I was confused, teenagers are allowed to be confused, it comes naturally that age. But I couldn’t let it overflow me, distract me from what I was supposed to be doing. I was supposed to obey to orders and complete the missions I was assigned to fulfill their plan. I didn’t know back then what the bigger picture was, didn’t know that I would take a stand in the opposite side. I didn’t realize that soon enough I would be pointing my gun at Pierce.

**post-reading note: you have no idea how hard it is for me to write this as if the reader HATES natasha. there is definitely a reason why the reader is smol and i personally don’t see the bucky x reader as ROMANTIC at all. u will see soon enough he will get so big brotherly defensive it is c u t e! also bucky said shut up at the beginning**

#natasha romanoff imagine #bucky barnes imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes x reader #avengers #avengers imagine #marvel #marvel imagine

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courage-a-word-of-justice · 5 years

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New season...incoming!

Iruma-kun 13

How did Iruma even notice that collar? Geesh, that kid is perceptive…

This “spitting blood” joke is getting old already…

*Kiriwo starts his machine* - Why do I get the feeling something bad’s about to happen…?

Could you possibly call this “rank is the most important thing” a study of class consciousness, to throw some of Anime Feminist’s words? Or maybe this is a fantasy version of technology and it’s extolling the virtues of technology advancement?! *eyes sparkle*

Can Iruma join Kiriwo already? Please?!

Aw, dear darling! (<- I’m not sure if I’ve said that a lot in these notes, but I say that when I get the warm fuzzies and wanna protect a character…basically, platonic love, I guess…? Oh, “moe instinct” - that’s the words I’m looking for.) Iruma, go and live your best life, okay?

Thank you, story! Even though I knew it was being foreshadowed so heavily by being the focus of basically 24 minutes of this show’s runtime (= about 1 ep), I thank you from the bottom of my heart that Iruma went to the right Battler.

Wait, so Ameri is actually Iruma’s senpai by one year?! Hmm? I never realised that and I read some spoilers!

I like this new chibi animation style! Yay!

I never noticed this until now, but Kiriwo has one big horn and one little one.

I think the title, aside from the pronunciation of “Thirteen Dinner”, is meant to mean “The Thirteen Counts’ Gathering” (or some other high rank) or something of the sort. Update: So I checked and the character used, kanmuri/kan, is used to mean “crown” or someone who wears a crown, i.e. a peerless person, so it would be appropriate to translate that using the term for a high rank which is presumably going to be stated in the segment itself.

Turns out Babel…is just makaitou (the demon world tower). I don’t think it’s really Babylonian in any strict sense.

Depending on where you live, the 665th floor could count as the 666th or…well, the 665th. I know in Japanese, the word for the floor on the ground is ikkai (first floor)…I’m not going to tell you what I know it as though…that would reveal my location outside cyberspace, no?

According to the katakana, the guy’s name is Beruzebyuto (hence the translation as “Beelzebuth”). Beelzebub is the Lord of the Flies and a quick google tells me Beelzebul (close enough) was apparently an alternate spelling for him (or something like that…?). Patron demon of gluttony.

Astaroth, also a demon (king of rot, I think it was from Blue Exorcist)…interestingly, Beelzebub, Lucifer and Astaroth make up an unholy trio and all of them were referred to by a dude called...Solomon (which does kinda sound like “Sullivan”, if you think about it). There’s the connection between these guys…I like his top, too.

Asmodeus, patron demon of lust. We already knew that demon was represented through Azz-Azz, but now you see a spoiler I’ve been hiding for a while – Azz’s mother.

Amaimon…uh, I don’t remember what kind of demon he is in the demonic canon but I know him from Blue Exorcist.

Behemoth…?

Ooh, Ameri’s father is smokin’ hot! (Dangit, I do not want DILFs…) Azazel, a fallen angel and apparently personification of uncleanliness(…?)

Belial and (Lady) Leviathan, which we already knew existed from initial namedrops.

Who’s Baal? Even I have no idea…Update: Apparently he’s a Middle Eastern equivalent to Zeus, which explains his thunder allegiance.

Paimon kinda looks like Chaika, LOL.

LOL, “lifehack” is certainly the right word for it, Sullivan.

LOL, Belial is so short!

Although it’s kind of awkward to not see Lady Levi take a position of power for herself, it’s nice to see she has spirit!

Aw, this is cute. In much the same way I wanted Iruma to join the magical apparatus Battler, I want Sullivan to be Demon King.

Is Opera perhaps related to Ameri somehow…?

Somali 1

I was hoping to get to Plunderer, but got carried away writing another post and then lost the ability to watch both episode 1 and 2 ahead of schedule. So Somali is the new start of the season, but the last relic of the fact Plunderer was meant to start my season (outside ID: Invaded’s advance premiere) is the visual I have for this season. (Oh yeah, one of the reasons I’m supporting this – aside from it being a mid-ranker on my hype list – is that I heard a French animator, a friend of Thomas Romain, is getting his big start here.)

“Dad.” – Oh, f***. I have myself an Usagi Drop. I knew I was going to get something of the sort going into this show, but…Usagi Drop’s experiences (or rather, watching the anime knowing the manga has that ending) have left their mark. Not to mention Somali (as this girl will come to be known) has Latina eyes, which annoys me even more since I dropped that on the basis of being scarred by Usagi Drop.

I’m wondering what Crunchyroll was thinking when they decided to coproduce this – sure, it’s probably quite cute and wholesome, but I’m far from the target audience. Did they think, “Is this what Western audiences will like?” Sure, it would hit a niche that likes this surrogate father/daughter stuff, but I don’t think it’s for me (and I’ve been thinking that all through the OP). I’ll give it a bit more to wow me, but it’s doing pretty terrible so far (because note all other anime of this particular reputation I’m more on the “neutral” side than the “like” one). Somali’s voice is probably the biggest factor – it sounds like an adult woman’s voice got pitch-shifted to attempt to be a child, rather than an actual child.

How can this golem talk about sight when he doesn’t even have eyes??? (Kinda like Juzo from NGL.)

Alright, that’s it. I can see when you’re trying to bait me with supposedly “cute” children, show. You’re gone.

Okay, since I have time and the reviews say otherwise, I’m trying again. I don’t expect to be sold to this though…

Was it just me or was there a reduced frame rate when Somali’s cape was the only thing in the frame…?

For some reason the subbers put “Why?” when the word was actually “What?”, which is a bit silly to be honest with you. (Nande?/Doushite? vs. Nani?...it’s kind of similar-sounding, but the sound is distinctly different.)

Still dropping this show. I just have another episode to add to my list now.

Magia Record 1

I heard there’s no Urobutcher this time around, but the first time I encountered the Urobutcher (in ConRevo) he made a particularly weird-feeling (in the context of the show) episode, so…uh…let’s say the Urobutcher is only as good as the material he writes, and leave it at that. Anyways, this topped my list – even before ID: Invaded came to hunt down that top position – so this better be good.

Um, am I just imagining it, or is that Sayaka and Hitomi discussing magical girls (or Madoka?) over the top of Iroha (I know that’s her name already from the synopses floating around the ‘net) and her fellow magical girls fighting?

Letterboxing? Now there’s something I thought I’d never see in Madoka Magica, ever.

One of the books was on organic recipes.

The teacher talks a tad too fast – I can understand what she’s saying, but it’s like she operates on x1.5 speed compared to the x1 speed of everything else…

“Nakama – because we can do it” – I wonder if that will mean something later…? In Madoka Magica, strange details always mean something.

“The only good witch is a dead one!” “Speech is silver, silence is golden.”– The tiny English isn’t particularly subtle, is it?

Uwasa = rumour.

Takarazaki, huh? I’ll make a note of that.

Who’s Ui?

According to the credits, I assume the blue spear girl is Nanami Yachiyo.

This is a respectable re-entry into a universe which I left not too long ago (in 2017). I’m definitely going to be able to stick with it for a season or however long it lasts.

BnHA 75

All this talk about a database…reminds me of the Quirk I designed for the wiki (also called “Database”). I conceived it in 2015, but I don’t remember who was meant to use it before I retrofitted it to fit the BnHA universe. Update: Welp, I found the document. The superpower Database (which was retrofitted to be a Quirk) is for one Itsuki Hatano.

“One blow to the top of the head!”

Iruma-kun 14

(Note: Some notes may be missing because I was busy multitasking while watching this episode.)

Go, Iruma! Live your best life!

Note “speak of the devil” isn’t how it’s said in Japanese. It sounds something like “whisper a rumour and it will come back to you” based on what I heard Kiriwo say (since I heard the word uwasa in there). Update: Apparently the phrase is uwasa wo sureba… (if you spead a rumour…) and then you cut the saying off to finish the rest of the sentence, just like you would in English.

You can’t even see a substantial part of Iruma’s hair when that demon on the phone (<-I know who it is, because I read spoilers, but I’ll keep quiet on that front!) yells for the first time.

Makura (demon pillow) has that demon pun going on.

Ooh, Kiriwo-senpai is actully kinda sexy with his hair up like that…not that I know the first thing about sex appeal…

So is the ED about the Battler Party, in a sense?

Eizouken 1

I picked this show up because of the rave reviews it was getting.

Very Future Boy Conan, that.

…what? That OP was trippy. Then again, I didn’t mind ConRevo and that was trippy…this negative feeling is probably because I don’t know much about Masaki Yuasa’s quirks, I guess.

Why do people not translate “Eizouken”???? It means “video research club”.

The back is a good spot to sit in a theatre for anime. Why do I know this? I sit in the back of my anime club all the time, that’s why!

“Are those MiBs?” – I laughed pretty hard at that one sentence.

Why does this strawberry milk seem to be a parallel to the milk Asakusa promised Kanamori? (P.S. Asakusa is in Tokyo, IIRC.) Update: Mizusaki means “on top of water” if I understood the kanji right and Kanamori, with the right combo of characters, can mean “forest of gold”...which makes a lot of sense, considering how gold is equated with wealth and currency. Also, here’s proof Asakusa is in Tokyo...not to mention it’s the place from Sarazanmai! Meanwhile, I was thinking there was some sort of anime-related significance to the name, but I was thinking of Asagaya. Update 2: Mizusaki actually means “water peninsula”. Sorry, wrong saki.

I know there’s a chase scene at the end of this ep, thanks to reading reviews. I want to be wowed by it, which is why I’m (metaphorically) holding my breath.

I like how Asakusa and Mizusaki are bouncing around ideas. That really brings the process to life.

Long skirts and wind but no sexualisation. That’s a good sign!

Whoa, that scene with the comets was AWESOME! I want more!

Idolish7 s2 1

Back with some good boys one season too early…let’s have some fun while these simulcasters can get this stuff fast!

Oh no! (<- self-censored) Nagi’s stupid accent is back! *yells incoherently for a second*

I like the little sound effects that happened whe Nagi’s finger moved around (to suggest “magic”).

I think the joke was something to do with the word gera (?). I don’t quite get it myself.

Misuta- Shimooka, LOL. I love how this s2 isn’t doing any hand-holding, though! I half-expect a flashback to appear and it never does.

Yamato, how are you so-*crying and Yatta! can be heard in the background*Okay, nevvvvvvvvvver mind…

I remember mistakenly saying that Nishiyama was part of Idolish7 (since I looked through some of my old notes lately). Nishiyama is part of ZOOL, so now…I’m not wrong anymore…(That’s not quite relevant to the random announcement of Re:Vale showing up, but it’s on my mind now.)

Hmm…Yamato’s thoughts on Re:Vale…I’ll keep an eye on him.

I think people like Tamaki because he treats them like he would his little sister…a true gentleman. Or maybe that’s all in my head? I haven’t been in the fandom properly, y’know.

This switch to occasional chibi antics…I’m not sure I like it…

Ohmyglob! Another boy to add to my growing list of husbandos! *points at Yuki* I knew he existed, but I haven’t had a proper chance to have a reaction to him ever since I started really “having a thing” for long-haired guys.

Re:Vale are like a comic act (manzai).

Momo has pink nail polish…I just noticed. Update: It’s probably more red than pink.

“Chan-momo” appears to be a variety of modern slang similar to Pig Latin. Apparently Gen from Dr Stone uses it as well.

Yuki has these cute little diamond earrings and Momo has studs. I’ve also never noticed this until now. (I, myself, can’t wear anything past clip-ons because I have a genetic quirk that makes it annoying to get my ears pierced, called beta thalassemia, so I can only fangirl about other people’s earrings.)

What’s the FSC again…?

Kyu-to aidoru!

I think Momo and Yuki are going to reach out to Mitsuki and Tamaki (respectively) most this season…just a feeling, based on their dispositions. Tamaki and Yuki have similar faces, on top of that, so thank goodness we can tell them apart by hairstyle.

Yuki wears this steel blue shade of nail polish…ooh, also cute.

*Riku goes stiff-faced* - *audibly facepalms at Riku’s reaction*

Momo has a black and green earring set on one ear…huh.

Ooh, very nice. It’s a keeper.

Update: Apparently, you pronounce their name “Re:ba-re”, which is a bit different to what I was expecting (essentially “Re: veil”).

#simulcast commentary #mairimashita! iruma-kun #Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun #boku no hero academia #My Hero Academia #Idolish7 #Chesarka watches BnHA #Chesarka watches MI-k #Chesarka watches Idolish7 #Keep Your Hands Off Eizouken!#Eizouken ni wa Te wo Dasu na!#somali and the forest spirit #Somali to Mori no Kamisama #Idolish7 Second Beat!#Magia Record #magia record: puella magi madoka magica side story #Chesarka watches Magia Record #Chesarka watches Eizouken

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thethingssafhaslearnedsofar · 4 years

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Act 1, I Can't be Your Hero, Baby.

Karla Cornejo Villavicencio

When I was a senior in college, I wrote an anonymous essay for The Daily Beast about what they wanted to call my dirty little secret, that I was undocumented. This was in 2011, before DACA, and I was one of the first undocumented students to graduate Harvard. The essay got me some attention, and agents wrote me asking if I wanted to write a memoir.

I was angry. A memoir? I was 21. I wasn't fucking Barbra Streisand. I had been writing professionally since I was 15 but only about music. I wanted to be the guy in High Fidelity. And I didn't want my first book to be a rueful tale about being a sickly Victorian orphan with tuberculosis who didn't have a social security number, which is what the agents all wanted.

The guy who eventually ended up becoming my agent respected that, did not find an interchangeable immigrant to publish a sad book, read everything I would write over the next seven years, and we kept in touch. I was the first person who wrote him on the morning of November 9th, 2016.

That morning, I received a bunch of emails from people who are really freaked out about Trump winning. And the emails, essentially, were offers to hide me in their second houses in Vermont or stay in their basements. Shit, I told my partner, they're trying to Anne Frank me.

By this point, I had read lots of books about migrants. I hated a good number of these books. I couldn't see my family in them, because I saw my parents as more than laborers, as more than sufferers or dreamers. I thought I could write something better, and I thought I was the best person to do it. I was just crazy enough. Because if you're going to write about undocumented immigrants in America, tell the story, the full story, you have to be a little bit crazy. And you certainly can't be enamored by America, not still. That disqualifies you.

I did not want to write anything inspirational. I wanted to write for everybody who wants to step away from the buzzwords in immigration-- the talking heads, the Dreamers in graduation caps and gowns-- and read about the people underground, not heroes, randoms, people. I wanted to write about my parents, and that's the story I'm going to tell here, the story of my parents.

If you ask my mother where she's from, she's 100% going to say, she's from the kingdom of god, because she does not like to say that she's from Ecuador, Ecuador being one of the few South American countries that has not especially outdone itself on the international stage. Magical realism basically skipped over it. And our military dictatorship never reached the mythical status of a Pinochet or a Videla. Plus, there are no world famous Ecuadorians to speak of other than the fool who housed Julian Assange at the embassy in London and Christina Aguilera's father, who she said was a domestic abuser.

If you ask my father where he's from, he will definitely say Ecuador, because he is sentimental about the country for reasons he's working out in therapy.

But if you push them, I mean really push them, they're both going to say they're from New York. If you ask them if they feel American, because you're a little narc who wants to prove your blood runs red, white, and blue, they're going to say no, we feel like New Yorkers. They've lived in New York since they left Ecuador in 1991.

I don't know much about my parents' decision to choose New York, or even the United States, as a destination. It's not that I haven't asked them why they came to the United States. It's that the answer isn't as morally satisfying as most people's answers are-- a decapitated family member, famine. And I never pressed them for more details because I don't want to apply pressure on a bruise.

The story, as far as I know it, goes something like this. My parents had just gotten married, and their small auto body business was not doing well. The idea of coming to America to work for a year to make just enough money to pay off their debts came up, and it seemed like a good idea. They left me with my dad's family when I was a year and a half old. That's about as much as I know.

My parents didn't come back after a year. They were barely making ends meet. When I was four years old, going to school in Ecuador, teachers began to comment on how gifted I was. My parents knew Ecuador was not the place for a gifted girl. The gender politics were too fucked up. And they wanted me to have all the educational opportunities they hadn't had. So that's when they brought me to New York. I was just shy of five when I stepped off the plane.

White Americans love academically achieving minorities. And I learned quickly that the most alluring thing about me was that I was young and brown and a good student, the holy trinity. I went to a Catholic elementary school on a scholarship, and we lived in Queens. My mother stayed home, and my father drove a cab. This was back when East New York was still gang country, and he had to fold his body into a little origami swan and hide under his steering wheel during crossfires in the middle of the day.

Then came September 11th, 2001. Here's how I remember the day my father started dying, not long after the twin towers fell. My father comes home from work, and I greet him in the doorway to give him a kiss hello. He walks slowly and comes toward my body at a strange angle a child could only interpret as a terrible fall. He collapses onto me to cry into my neck. I'm little, 12 or 13, but he does, he falls.

The letter says in English something about the DMV suspending driver's licenses for undocumented immigrants. It was part of an attempt to strengthen security measures after 9/11. My father had just lost his job as a taxi driver. He had also lost his state ID. Over the next 20 years, he'd lose many more things, but let's put a little blue thumb tack on this memory map, the first place in Hell we visited.

September 11th changed the immigration landscaper forever. ICE was the creation of 9/11 paranoia. It changed my father, too. It was hard to see him fall, because he was the most powerful person I knew. He was a difficult man, and I was a difficult child. I was polite and craved approval from authority figures, but I was also dark and precocious. Not precocious in the, we live in Tribeca, and my kid is a born artist, kind of way. More like, my immigrant third grader is reading Hemingway but is secretly drinking Listerine and toothpaste until she throws up because she wants it to kill her, kind of way.

Only years later would I realized how real my suicidal impulses were. That was too damn young, I'd think, lying down in the dark at my doctor's office with an IV of ketamine hooked up to my arm, hoping to extinguish the suicidality that began when I was five and lay crayons around the perimeter of my bed so I'd know in the morning if I'd been secretly raped at night. I'd know because the crayons would be broken.

My father read parenting books that explained how to raise troubled children. But those children were never straight-A students who were soft-spoken and loved teachers. It confused him, and the dissonance made him angry at me. He saw me as different from other children in a way that troubled him, and he fumbled in the dark to help me with what he couldn't name.

When I was off from school for any kind of break, my father would plan out my day in half hour increments, scheduling everything from bath time, to TV shows, to coloring time, to math drills, to time to play with dolls, and even bathroom breaks. He called it my schedule, and he hand wrote it on graph paper in different colored inks and taped it to my desk. When I became overwhelmed with panic, crying hysterically, he would send me to take a cold shower or take me out on a jog around the neighborhood.

He'd set aside a magazine or a newspaper articles for me to translate. He could not review the fidelity of the translation, but he judged my penmanship. I didn't know what would have happened to me if I had not been kept away from my own thoughts for so many years. My father kept me alive.

After my father lost his job as a taxi driver, he found a job as a delivery man at a restaurant down in the Financial District. In the mornings, he would deliver breakfast to offices-- a raisin bagel with cream cheese and a coffee with hazelnut creamer, orange juice and a banana, a granola bar and chocolate milk. There was no delivery minimum, so my father delivered it all. Because the deliveries were so small, sometimes he didn't get a tip. Sometimes he was told to keep the change, a quarter. Sometimes he was tipped in pennies. He had to say, thank you, sir, thank you, ma'am.

Sometimes he was given a $20 tip for a $5.00 breakfast. He always told us about those tips. They were usually from Puerto Rican receptionists who talked to him in Spanish and asked to see photos of me. When he came home was one of those tips, it was like having my dad back from the dead. He would dance to no music, and he'd make jokes, and he'd come out of his shower looking like a teenager.

My father didn't use a bike. He made all his deliveries on foot. He speed walked while carrying bags of food to offices on Wall Street. The plastic handles of the bags would twist and cut into his fingers, and he developed large calluses on both his hands. His polyester pants rubbed up against his calves so much that he lost all the hair on his legs.

He went through many pairs of inexpensive black rubber shoes. My mother massaged his feet at night. My dad's feet are small and fat, like mine, so you can't tell when they're swollen. After a few years, my dad's feet would hurt so much that he walked like he was on hot coals, sometimes leaning on me to move from the couch to the bed. Aye, yai, yai, yai, yai, he'd say, as he limped, like a mariachi.

When I was 15, the owner of the restaurant where my father worked hired a new manager to oversee the delivery men, who were all immigrants. The guy was Puerto Rican, an American citizen, and became immediately abusive, threatening to call ICE on them, yelling at them, getting up in their faces. My father fell into a bit of a depression.

I had just watched All the President's Men. I put on my best posh accent, dialed *69 to block my number, and called the restaurant. I asked to speak to the owner. I said I was a beat reporter for a big city newspaper and had just received a tip from a customer about overhearing racist abuse in the kitchen. And did he have a comment? The owner said he'd handle it and asked me not to write the story. I don't know, man, I said, it's a pretty good story. In the end, the manager was fired, and the cloud over my father lifted.

My father was furious when I told him what I did. But not for a minute in the 15 years since have I felt that what I did was unethical. Nor have I felt guilty for having a man fired. I'd do it again, but my accent would be better.

I went to a small public high school in Times Square, where around 80% of the student body was at or below the poverty line. We were mostly all black or Latinx. I was a high achiever. I wanted to go to the University of Chicago because I found the unofficial motto, where fun goes to die, appealing. But there is no beating Harvard. That name. I needed the name to keep my parents safe.

Harvard, at the time, did not know how to deal with undocumented students. When I was there, a very successful Wall Street man who knew me from an educational NGO we both belonged to-- he as a supporter, me as a supported-- learned I was undocumented and could not legally hold a work-study job. So every semester, he wrote me a modest check. In the notes section, and he cheekily wrote, beer money.

I wrote him regular emails about my life at Harvard and my budding success as a published writer. He was always appropriate and boundaried. I had read obsessively about artists since I was a kid and considered myself an artist since I was a kid, so I didn't feel weird about older, wealthy, white people giving me money in exchange for grades or writing. It was patronage. They were Gertrude Stein, and I was a young Hemingway. I was van Gogh, crazy and broken. I truly did not have any racial anxieties about this, thank god. That kind of thing could really fuck a kid up.

Different therapists throughout the years have tried to get me to confess to cultural shock about arriving to Harvard as a poor, undocumented freshman. But the truth is there was none. I've always had a really wonderful sense of self-esteem thanks to my mother, who is a tiny bit of a narcissist and has delusions of royalty, and because of my mental illness, which comes with delusions of grandeur of its own. So I kind of felt like it was my birthright. That probably makes a lot of people very mad.

As I began to receive my diagnoses and misdiagnoses throughout my 20s-- depression, anxiety, OCD, bipolar disorder, borderline personality disorder, complex trauma-- I didn't feel anything other than affinity with writers I loved, people like Emily Dickinson, Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton, and Robert Lowell. It made sense to me that I had my own demons. Of course I did.

I've always been super casual when people ask me about my parents having left me in Ecuador. That's a bravado I'd like to keep on the official record. But sometimes I think about it. I haven't talked with my parents about their having left me in Ecuador when I was a year and a half old. Sometimes I do adorable things, like take pictures of myself chugging vodka bottles or pretending to down the contents of a pill bottle, and send them to my mother with the caption, because you abandoned me.

When I am away from my partner and dog for a few days for work, and it's hard, I wonder how my parents were able to do it for three years. I don't blame either of them for it. I never have. What I'm describing to you is dirt extracted from a very tight pore. I don't feel anything about being left on the day to day, but I am told by mental health experts that it has affected me.

And I fought that conclusion. I denied it. I wanted to be a genius. I wanted my mental illnesses to be purely biological. I wanted to have been born wild and crazy and weird and brilliant, writing math equations in chalk on a window. Instead, therapist after therapist told me I had attachment issues and that my mental illnesses were related to my childhood. I left those therapists, ghosted them.

But it's not just those early years without my parents that branded me. It's the life I've lead in America as a migrant. As an undocumented person, I felt like a hologram. Nothing felt secure. I never felt safe. I didn't allow myself to feel joy because I was scared to attach myself to anything I'd have to let go of. Being deportable means you have to be ready to go at any moment. I've never loved a material object. When my parents took me home after my Harvard graduation, we took the Chinatown bus, and we each took one suitcase of my things. If it didn't fit, we threw it out. We threw out everything that wasn't clothes.

After I graduated from Harvard, I went to Yale to do a PhD. I never wanted to PhD. But DACA didn't exist then, and I couldn't legally get a job anywhere. And I had to buy time for something to happen-- for the DREAM Act to pass, which my dad had assured me would happened since I was in middle school. And I needed the health insurance.

It's allowed me to write, and my parents will be proud when I get that doctorate. I have fetched the American dream and laid it at my parents' feet. But the twisted inversion that many children of immigrants know is that, at some point, your parents become your children. And your own personal American dream becomes making sure they age and die with dignity in a country that has long wanted them dead.

A few years ago, my father experienced heart failure. This was the moment I had been preparing for my entire life. Everything that had happened to me since I took that New York-bound flight 24 years ago had been preparing me for this moment. Learning English, getting bangs, gaining weight, losing weight, getting the sick puppy from the pet shop-- all of that happened to prepare me to this point. My parents were sick, undocumented, uninsured, and aging out of work in a fucking racist country.

Until the pandemic hit, my father was a salad maker, feeding Manhattan's executive class. He had worked for 14 years at the same restaurant, then left. He was invited to a promising new job, lured there by an acquaintance who assured him of better hours, better treatment, a better environment. My dad is very gullible.

He spent a week at this new restaurant, where, for spare change, they had him work all day. And then at the end of the day, he was given just two and a half hours to clean an industrial kitchen-- an industrial fryer, a refrigerator, a stove, an oven, and a sink-- wash the dishes in the dishwasher, take out the trash, sweep and mop the floors, and clean the garbage chute. His body was wrecked at the end of each day. I'm too old to for this, he said. So he quit. His old job wouldn't take him back.

Desperate, he began each morning by showing up at a Latinx job agency, which would send him out to audition at a different restaurant day after day, week after week, to no avail. My dad started texting me blurry cell phone pictures from the job agency. He took the photos when he was sitting in the waiting room of the agency, waiting for his name to be called.

The first picture is of a man, maybe in his late 70s, wearing a green button down, khaki pants, and aviator sunglasses. His lips are downcast. My dad said he was applying to be a dishwasher. The second picture is of a man, maybe in his late 40s, who was wearing a black baseball cap, a gray sweater, and maroon pants. My dad said he'd had a stroke. His right arm was paralyzed, and he had a limp and his right leg. He was also applying to be a dishwasher.

It's hard to see men like that not get jobs, my dad texted. I hope they have children who can take care of them, I respond. What I mean to say is, I hope they have a child like me. I hope everyone has a child like me. I tell god, this is going to kill me anyway, so just take me. Patent and mass produce and distribute me to undocumented immigrants at Walmarts. I am a professional undocumented immigrant's daughter.

I saved the photos on my phone as a reminder to myself of why I need to be successful, so successful, statistical anomaly successful. Then I deleted them because they harmed my mental health. I wish I still had them.

My parents live in New York City, and after the pandemic hit in March, they lost their jobs. They're both in Queens, the center of the center of the epidemic. I've prohibited my father from doing dangerous gig work, like deliveries. And I've begun to financially support them both. My mom is immunocompromised. She has an extremely low white blood cell count.

I have really lovely dreams, crazy fucking cotton candy fantasy dreams, dreams that make my whole body feel warm, where I cut up my chest, no anesthesia, take out my lungs, and implant them into her chest with the tree stitch. And if I'm lucky, in the seconds I have before I die, I would be able to see her heart. We wouldn't even need a ventilator.

There is a Harvard scholar named Roberto Gonzalez who has conducted longitudinal studies on the effects of undocumented life on young people. He found his subjects suffered chronic headaches, toothaches, ulcers, sleep problems, and eating issues, which is funny to find in research because I get these migraines, an 8 or 9 on the 10 point scale. I have a CAT scan, an MRI. I go to the neurologist. The readings are all inconclusive. I'm told it's a migraine with an unknown cause. Have you tried yoga, they say.

The headaches get worse when I write about my parents. From migrants shot in the head by Border Patrol, to migrant children being forcibly injected with drugs in detention centers, US government's crimes against immigrants are beyond the pale. And the whole world knows. But when I was growing up and throughout the Obama administration, similar crimes were happening, if on a different scale, and I'm not sure the same people cared.

I felt crazy for thinking we were under attack, watching my neighbors disappear and then going to school, and watching the nightly news, and watching award shows and seeing no mention. I felt crazy watching the white supremacist state slowly kill my father. I would frantically tell everyone that there was no such thing as the American dream. But then some all-star immigrants around me, who had done things the right way, preached a different story, and Americans ate that up. It all made me feel crazy. I also am crazy. Pero why?

Researchers have shown that the flooding of stress hormones resulting from a traumatic separation from your parents at a young age kills off so many dendrites and neurons in the brain that it results in permanent psychological and physical changes. One psychiatrist I went to told me that my brain looks like a tree without branches. So I just think about all the children who have been separated from their parents, and there's a lot of us, past and present, and some under more traumatic circumstances than others, like those who are in internment camps right now.

And I just imagine us as an army of mutants. What will happen to us? Who will we become? Who will take care of us? We've all been touched by this monster, and our brains are forever changed, all of us trees without branches.

Karla Cornejo Villavicencio reading an essay adapted from her brand new memoir, The Undocumented Americans. https://www.thisamericanlife.org/700/transcript

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bonitamusic · 5 years

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Interview with Sujazz

1/ Hey Sujazz, it's a pleasure to have you on Bonita music today, please introduce yourself : My name is Sujazz. I’m a singer/artist based in Munich. 2/ Where does your nickname comes from ? Sujazz is an alias I gave myself when I was 16. ‘Su’ is just short for soul. I liked the sound of it, so I shortened it up and merged it with jazz. It’s very personal to me since soul music has always been a big part of my life and comes from a very deep and personal place – feelings and emotions which I’m trying to express through my music. I have always been fascinated by jazz and its many facets. The chord progressions and especially the improvs. I don’t claim to know everything about jazz, but to me jazz comes from the soul. Combining jazz elements with soul music creates a wonderful synergy. Also when I dig for samples, jazz is the first thing I search for. It’s definitely a huge inspiration for my music. 3/ How did you get into Music ? Who / What were your biggest influences / inspirations ? Growing up, we always had music playing at home. My father used to sing and play guitar. My older brother listened to a lot of R&B music. He introduced me to all the big R&B artists from the 90s like Mariah Carey and Boyz II Men. Immediately, I was intrigued by their way of singing and how it made me feel. It was filled with so much soul and emotions. They were singing about love, heartbreaks and relationships. It felt really meaningful and true. That’s basically how I got introduced to R&B music. Then I started digging more into it and discovered Brandy and Aaliyah. Musically they’re definitely my biggest inspirations and influences. R&B, Soul and Gospel music in general has a big impact on me and my music. I started singing at an early age - I must have been five or six years old. I used to sing along to all kinds of music just for fun until a friend of mine pointed out that I actually have a good voice. That’s when I started to really dive into it. Making tapes and singing in a gospel choir, which also helped me develop my strength of making vocal arrangements and playing with harmonies. Back then I already started writing my own songs but never had the chance to put it out. Technically, I would say, I’ve been making music for as long as I can think, but my first ever produced track I’ve released on soundcloud about four years ago. 4/ I personally found out about you on Bandcamp and loved the vibe right away. Do you recall the very first time you ever put a track online ? How was it like to open up and expose your craft ? Thank you so much! I really appreciate it. I remember it like it was yesterday. When releasing a track, it always feels like you’re exposing yourself – your inner self. There’s excitement but also some kind of anxiety. What would people think about my music, my voice, the lyrics, the whole arrangement? Will they be able to get the creative idea? So many things run through your mind when you decide to release what you’ve been working on for so long, but I guess that’s a common thing for any artist, since it is personal stuff we write and sing about. I put a lot of hard work into it and when people actually appreciate and connect with what I’ve created, it’s one of the best feelings in the world. 5/ Your latest release is called “Reasons” and this track feels very personal, you’re singing about betrayal and how it can affect someone’s trust and self esteem for a while. Is your music inspired by your experiences and relationships of the past ? Definitely. I always write about my personal experiences. That’s the only way I can really express myself and be as authentic and real as possible. Writing songs is like going through a process of self-reflection, self-evaluation and self-care. It’s very personal. It’s also a learning process for me. I’m still learning how to express myself without a filter, allowing myself to be vulnerable thus creating a personal connection with the listeners. Honestly, the best songs that were ever written came out of really difficult times.

6/ You seem to be taking time digging for loops and samples, do you happen to make your own beats to sing over ? Also who are some of the producers you like to work with ? Any producers you would wish to collaborate with in the future ? I spend a lot of money and time digging through music. It’s almost an addiction. I literally never stop listening to music, except when I’m sleeping. If I happen to come across a song which I’d like to sample, I spend hours trying to find the perfect loop. I’ll loop it for hours just to sing on it. Most of the time it just ends up as a loop, since I don’t really produce beats myself anymore. I used to, but I figured I’m probably a better singer than a producer. There are so many talented producers I want to work with, but if I had to pick one it’d probably be Agajon. I just discovered his music in the beginning of 2019, when he dropped his EP ‘7 days’. He’s such a dope producer from Hamburg. If you don’t already know his stuff, you should check him out. 7/ You are also involved in a Platform / Community called Fabtribe, can you tell us a little bit more about it ? what lead you to start this project ? Me and one of my friends came up with the idea to create an event for music lovers, while we were travelling through the bay area back in 2014. Both of us are big into music but back then we had no djing skills. So we’ve asked ourselves, what if we organize an event for people like us? People who don’t know how to dj but have a nice music collection and are into a similar sound. So we’ve launched FAB5, which is basically a music tastemaker event, where five people get the opportunity to play their favorite tracks whether they’re dj’s or not. This idea finally grew into something bigger - Fabtribe. A platform and collective for everyone who loves soulful music as much as we do. 8/ Back to you, New Year just kicked off, the marathon is just getting started. What’s next for you ? I’ve noticed you haven’t released a debut EP yet or a music video, is this in the back of your mind for 2020 ? I would love to put more music out. Currently, I’m working on different projects with different producers. Remi Oz for instant. He’s based in France and super talented. He also did two remixes of my track “reasons”, which you can listen to on soundcloud. A debut EP would be a dream come true. It’s definitely on my mind and I already have some ideas and a concept but let’s see what 2020 brings. You’ll definitely get to hear new music in 2020.

9/ I hope music will get us connected in the real world sometime soon, in the meantime there’s one question I love to ask when I first get to meet someone, which is, what would be your top 3 artists you would want to see perform live (gone or alive) ? Another tough one. There are so many artists I would love to see perform but I guess I have to say Stevie Wonder, Summer Walker and Devin Morrison. Stevie wonder because he’s a living legend. Summer Walker because she’s the artist I’ve been listening to the most this year. She just speaks to my heart. Her way of writing songs is so honest and raw. I love her album. And last but not least Devin, because his music reminds me of the early neo soul era and artists like Musiq Soulchild or Dwele but with a new and fresh twist. His album Bussin’ is just beautiful. 10 / Thank you for sharing your time with us, can’t wait to hear more from you. Any last words ? Thanks for having me and I really appreciate the support. Much love! https://sujazz.bandcamp.com/ https://soundcloud.com/sujazzmusic https://www.instagram.com/sujazzmusic/ GUEST MIX TRACKLIST : Summer Walker - Fun Girl Snoh Aalegra - I want you around (Tentendo Remix) Kristina Alcordo - No Good (Gregarious Funk Wav Edit) Ella Mai - Boo’d Up (Vandalized Edit) Summer Walker - CPR (Dj Takumi x Jun Tanaka Edit) Shay Lia - I’ll be there Jms - my luv Jamiroquai - blow your mind (Sicstyle Edit) Drizabone - real love Miraa May - make room Solange - beltway (Trackademicks remix) Alex Isley - road to you (Trackademicks remix) Jocelyn Brown - love’s gonna get you (DJU DJU remix) H.E.R. - could’ve been ft. Bryson Tiller (Trackademicks remix) Lion Babe - into me Tony! Toni! Tone! - anniversary (Jon’s cuffin edition) Wavy Bagels - closeclose LoVibe. - ask me why Magic Flowers - fonk street Amerie - talkin2me (jymson remix) The Scrapped Ones - Keep on reachin

#interview #sujazz

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hickorycreekrp-blog · 7 years

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Out of Character:

Name/Alias: Dani

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

Age: 17

Timezone: GMT+3

Face Claim Preferences: Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul (NCT’s Ten)

Character Basics:

Full Name: Angelo Dusit Sykes

Nicknames/Prefers: Sykes

Age: 21

Occupation: Freelance lyricist / Waiter at Eastern Delights

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Gender: Cisgender male

Hometown: Hickory Creek, CT

Current Neighborhood: Hickory Square

Highest Education: High school diploma

Religion: Agnostic

Family and Relationships:

Parents: Kanya Atitarn (mother, deceased), Argus Sykes (father, mid-50’s, MIA)

Siblings: Daphne Sykes (sister, 23)

Children: N/A

Other: N/A

Pets: N/A

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Romantic Orientation: Biromantic

Marital Status: Single

Personality:

Favorite Film: Slumdog Millionaire

Favorite TV Show: Arrow

Favorite Book: The First Phone Call From Heaven – Mitch Albom

Favorite Song: Heavy – Linkin Park

Favorite Color: Green

Likes: Hot chocolate, big cities, sketching, hiking, drinking, video games

Dislikes: Loud people, bubblegum pop, bitter food, romantic comedies, politics

History:

BEFORE

i. Angelo Dusit Sykes was born into a family of three; a mother, a father, and an elder sister (who was a tad bit too harsh on him for anyone’s liking). His mother worked at a bakery and was fairly known around Hickory Creek, although that was partly because of her (often appetizing) pastries, and partly for the thick, Southeast Asian accent she’d never learned to let go of. His sister was only a couple of years older than him, but even in those early years, she’d been nothing but a mystery to him; always trapped in her own world, incessantly tapping her fingers to a rhythm that she claimed no one else could hear. Yet, despite at often times not being able to comprehend his sister and her strange habits, his father’d been the biggest mystery of them all.

ii. What Angelo did manage to find out about his father when he’d poke and prod at his mother every now and then is that he was an army commander and that he’d left them at a time where Angelo was too little to remember – it was something, somewhere to start off, but it wasn’t even getting close to sating little Angelo’s curiosity. He knew, at some point, that his father had roots that stretched all the way back to Thailand (much like his mother), but it was never something his mother talked about. “He’s a bad man, Angel.” She’d say, shaking her head back and forth whenever Angelo would attempt to pry. “You and your sister – better off without him.”

iii. Somehow the topic of his absent father faded from his memory with time. The more Angelo thought about it, the more he began to resent him – so he decided to avoid thinking about him altogether. There was no use in getting irritated over a ghost that’d abandoned them, anyway.

iv. Angelo grew up at a rapid pace, his popularity growing as he finally grew into his body, catching the eyes of more than a few girls (and boys, seemingly enough). Despite the duality of his name (‘Angelo Dusit’, a Buddhist-Christian paradox in itself), growing up, Angelo wasn’t religious in the slightest. He meditated with his mother when need be, and he let his sister teach him a few verses from the Bible sometime during the last summer they spent together – but that was more for their sakes than his. They spent a good chunk of that very summer together eating coconut ice cream, watching old movies and feasting on Ameri-Thai cuisine (his mother had a thing for fusion food). It was the same summer Angelo disappeared on a weeklong roadtrip with a bunch of his old friends, camping in the most absurd places and getting drunk on cheap alcohol. The same summer Angelo lost his virginity to a frat boy in the back of a pick-up truck. That. that was the last summer before everything went wrong.

v. And this is where our story takes a drastic turn.

DURING

i. A pounding headache. Blurry, blinking eyes. An overwhelming stench of alcohol clinging to unwashed clothes. Advil. Where’s the Advil– Ping! Twenty-six, no, twenty-seven missed calls. Daphne, what the f– What? Sh*t, I’m on my way.

ii. It’s a thirty-minute drive to Greene Hills’ medical center. Thirty minutes. That’s all he needs. Just– Please. Just another thirty minutes.

iii. When the first thing that greets him is his sister sitting in a waiting chair, her face red and puffy, Angelo’s heart drops to his stomach.

ii. Static.

AFTER

i. The thing about death is that it either brings families closer together, or it completely tears them apart. Angelo and his elder sister jointly decided to hold the funeral service in their small family home, where they’d invited a few of their friends, cousins, and distant relatives. (Daphne said she’d tried to contact their father that day. He didn’t show.)

ii. They mourned quietly, barely getting a word in to each other over the course of a couple of weeks. Then, Angelo started seeing Daphne less and less – until she disappeared altogether. He didn’t even notice she was gone until he went into her room sometime during the week and found it bare, the only sign of life being a yellow Post-It note that’d been stuck against her now empty closet.

iii. Angelo now lives alone in that same house, working a mediocre job, writing lyrics in his freetime, and, well, scraping by. That’s as good as it gets for him.

#Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul fc #character: male #character: 20s #character: hickory square #hickorycreek angelo sykes

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tren-fraszka · 4 years

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Fandom F5k 2020

Dear creator,

Thank you for taking your time to check my requests. I know my requests can sound a bit tricky, but please don’t be discouraged. I wish you will have good time writing first and foremost!

My AO3 is Tren, if you wish to check it out.

DNW: explicit sex, A/B/O, mpreg, rape depicted as positive (so no “it’s okay, because the other person enjoyed it/it was what they truly wanted”), trans headcanons, soulmate AUs, stories ending with surrender to fate/destiny, fourth wall breaking in canons where that doesn’t occur, character has cancer or other real-life terminal disease AU, word “queerplatonic”.

REQUESTS

MARIMASHITA! IRUMA-KUN

Kiriwo Amy/Suzuki Iruma

Naberius Kalego & Suzuki Iruma

AUs and ships

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

I read new manga chapters as they come out so feel free to incorporate any new developments.

Bakugou Katsuki & Uraraka Ochako

Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako

I love how different the two of them, but at the same time how well they see through each other. I would love to have them work together while showing both great teamwork, but at the same time butting heads over their differences in worldview. I also love how they both acknowledge each other’s strength.

If you plan to write the ship version of this prompt: they are both very focused on becoming heroes, so I would prefer that they don’t just get together easily. I believe they would be both be extremely reluctant to do so, because of their line of work and media attention that heroes get. Still, I would love to see the tension between them where their professionalism fights against their feelings.

For prompts I would love having them complete some sort of exercise or exam together. I would love to see them pretend to be villains for the sake of exercise and Ochako surprisingly getting into the role, with occassional moments of her breaking out of it, which give everyone a whiplash. I feel like Bakugo would have amusing reactions to seeing her act so out of character. Or the work together on something for school festival. Like making a perferomance togater. Alternatively you can go for future fic where the two of them take part in an action to stop villains. Maybe one of them gets hurt which prompts the other to get very protective (and more honest about their romantic feelings if that’s what you are going for).

AUs and ships

I would very much encourage any future fics. I love seeing characters as fully-fledged heroes. I’m okay with other setting changes, though I would prefer for the competence aspect to still come in play somehow in them (with Bakugo being stupidly talented and hard working, while acknowledging Ochako’s potential). I’m also okay with canon divergences.

I don’t mind past Midoriya/Ochako if you want to incorporate it into the story, but I’d rather not get any love triangles for this pairing. Either have Ochako’s feelings sizzle out or have them date and break up at some point in the past. If you are writing gen version I’d rather neither Bakugou nor Ochako were being mentioned currently having feelings for anyone. When it comes to other pairings I like Midoriya/Todoroki, Mirio/Tamaki and Eraserhead/Mic.

MY NEXT LIFE AS A VILLAINESS (MANGA)

I only read manga for this story, so please don’t spoil me for the parts not yet adapted from Light Novel.

Group: Katarina Claes/Gerald Stuart (My Next Life as a Villainess)

I think I like Gerard the most out of all potential suitors for Katarina’s heart and would love to see more of his crush on Katarina and unsuccessful attempts at actually wooing her. We only see him through Katarina’s perspective, who can’t separate him from the Gerard she knows from the game, even though he changed under her influence. I would definitely be up for a story where Katarina starts to notice that maybe her idea of Gerard doesn’t exactly line up with the reality. Or maybe she remains blessfully ignorant and decides to go in-depth investigation into finding more of Gerard’s weaknesses, because she saw him do something nice for Maria and now she is sure the end is near for her and she wants to be extra prepared. Or maybe he takes her on a vacation trip to escape from her other suitors, but everything goes terribly wrong (maybe their carriage crashes forcing them to spend the night in the woods), and yet both of them end up having a lot of fun.

I don’t mind including any other characters, since they are a colorful bunch. I read this manga for harem shenanigans, and you are free to include as much of it as you want.

AUs and ships

SWORD ART ONLINE

I haven’t read Alicization novels, just watched anime. I know anime skipped some content and if you want to use it in the story I’m fine with it, just make sure to establish the situation so I know what’s going on. However, I would be grateful for not spoiling the story from the novels that have yet to be adapted (you are free to use general worldbuilding from it, just don’t spoil major plot elements).

Eugeo/Kirito

I was perfectly fine with Asuna/Kirito becoming canon and then Eugeo came and made everything gay. Honestly, though, I love the interactions Eugeo and Kirito had and I would love to see more. Especially from their sword academy days where they had some peaceful time before they were brought to the tower. I want to know all the weird shenanigans they got into during that time, given how much like they acted like an old married couple. Or if you want something else then maybe some exploration of their struggles as they climb the tower. For example, a time loop taking place during their tower climb, with the system returning to the last save state each time Kirito dies to keep him alive.

AUs and ships

I don’t have any suggestions, but I don’t mind setting changes if that’s where you want to go. I’m also okay with Canon Divergence AUs of any kind. Especially, for ones changing the ending of first season. Like, I’m okay with sad gay we got, but there are so many possibilites to explore here other than what canon gave us. Maybe have Eugeo permanently fuse with his blade so Kirito ends up having a sentient sword boyfriend. Or he asks Cardinal to transfer her authority to him and have him oppose Administator as the new Cardinal. There’s just so many interesting ways this could have gone. I’m not big on the War of the Underworld plotline so you are free to handwave how the changes impacted it or modify that part of the story completely.

As I mentioned I’m okay with Asuna/Kirito ship, so if you want you can incorporate it in the story. Just make sure the focus stays on Eugeo/Kirito. I must also admit that I really can’t see Eugeo’s feelings for Alice as romantic, so I would prefer them to not be portrayed as such.

#exchange letters

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knightofameris · 4 years

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sudden changes — tony stark

✎ setting. my MCU-AU, taking place after Endgame but my version (summer 2018, no timeskip) ✎ contains. angst, fluff, family problems tony being a dad, OCs ✎ wc. 1.5k

✎ prompt. “You can be mad at someone and still miss them.” for @afterglowparker‘s 1k follower celebration & challenge! I’ve had this written for a while but I wanted to wait to post it.

✎ ameris’ notes. I tried making this story make as much sense as possible since Kay’s (my OC) story had developed a lot into Endgame along with the other OCs that partake in the overall MCU-AU. || I re-read through this and phew i used to be proud of this piece but not anymore. i did a lot of revisions and fixed some grammatical mistakes. now i likee it a bit better. tbh im tempted to rewrite this whole thing in a newer updated version but eehhhhh

Enjoy! [repost from old account, @knightofmarvel]

❝ i miss him but i’m so angry ❞

The pebbles rolled on the ground. They had no control over where they were going, where they would be placed. A stick that prodded them around had control over their journey and destination.

And like the pebbles, the young girl squatting on the ground pushing them around was just another one of the pebbles in this life.

At least it felt like that to her.

The frown on her face was seemingly permanently etched on her face. Her swollen and reddened eyes matched her cheeks and nose. In her sweatshirt pocket there were stuffed tissues that she wouldn’t dare touch anymore.

Her nose scrunched up as she felt tears making their way to her eyes again. Her lips turned downward. She choked on a sob, bringing the back of her hand to her mouth to try to muffle every noise.

The Vietnamese girl fell back to sit and brought her knees up to her face, hugging it. The moonlight shone on her, causing her dark hair to glisten and the stars began to twinkle.

But as the universe brought it, she could no longer feel the comfort the moon and stars tried to bring to her in that moment. Without her powers, there was no more communication with the stars.

With it, she lost a part of herself. Some could even argue all of herself.

The pebbles crunched around her, signaling the presence of someone else. But she paid them no mind, believing it to be Irene or Kai. Maybe Steve or Rhodey.

“You good, kid?”

She didn’t respond, tucking her knees closer in. She pursed her lips when she felt Tony sit down next to her, knowing that their relationship had changed since the battles. Calling him dad, saving his ass, him saving hers, saving the universe,

“Is this about your family, Kay?” Tony asked. Kay nodded her head. She finally stretched her legs out and set her hands on her lap. Her gaze faced down. Tony scanned her face to gauge a reaction. He scrunched his nose and sniffed, looking off towards the distance out from the Avengers Headquarters.

Tony would usually be back at his cabin, staying with Pepper as she got through her pregnancy. But Pepper shooed him away. Said he was being overbearing and that he should check in with his other kids, too. He scoffed at that, of course.

Kay grunted, scooting closer to him and then leaning her head against his shoulder.

“I’m smad, Tony,” she murmured just loud enough for him to hear.

Tony raised a brow, moving his head to get a better look at her. “Back to Tony? I’m hurt kid, after all we been through I thought—”

Kay groaned, burying her face into his shoulder. Blood rushed to her face as she tried to hide it. He chuckled. He moved his arm to wrap around her shoulder, pulling her closer when the night summer breeze passed by.

“You’ve been coming out here more, haven’t you? What’re you ‘smad’ about?”

Kay sighed. It was true, she was coming out on the rooftop more often. She only came out when she was in a bad mood, after all.

“If you don’t want to talk, that’s fine—”

“Everything sucks and I just want to die. I mean,” she began talking faster, “not actually die, just not… exist… for a while.” Tony frowned, knowing that feeling all too well.

“I can’t—I can’t be a hero anymore,” Kay sniffled. “I can’t do the only thing I’m good at and my parents disowned me. At least, it feels like it. Says I’m worse than my sister. And god only knows how they’re going to react to her girlfriend and then to my brother’s situation in the future. They threaten to not pay for my tuition for college and I don’t even know if I want to do physics. And it feels like the brother I looked up to for so long just betrayed me and it makes me so mad because it feels like he’s gaslighting me and himself.

“Then I feel guilty because maybe I’m in the wrong and—and if I had my powers still I’d have better intuition about everything but I don’t.

“And I don’t know what to do. I’m just so angry and so sad and I hate Luke but I miss him so much and I miss when he was there for me but he just says I should stay home and that I shouldn’t be doing this shit. That I should leave it to the adults.

“No one even knows that I made the universe go back to normal after bringing all of them back. And I’m so mad because they expect me to act like an adult but then treat me like a child and-and-and—Dad, I don’t know what to do and I hate that you’ve been more of a dad to me than my actual father and that says a lot. Then I keep thinking about Luke and I just—I want him back, I miss the Luke I looked up to but I’m so angry. I’m angry at what he’s become.”

By the end of the long-winded rant, Kay began sobbing, curling up into Tony for comfort. Her eyes shut and her mouth twisted into a frown as she cried.

The night breeze hit the two of them once more, her face feeling a spike of cold because of the tears. Her nose sniffled more since the cold always made her nose run a bit. Tony’s thumb rubbed against her arm in a comforting motion.

“That’s on him, you know. He’s the one acting weird and he’s seriously missing out on how much you’ve grown. Your parents too.” Tony paused, then sighed in frustration at Kay’s family. “I think it does say a lot that you thought of me like a dad. I’m a mess.” He chuckled and Kay laughed at him too, saying something along the lines that he was still a good mess.

Tony shook his head. “You know, you can be mad at someone and still miss them. It’s only natural of course. And hey, how about this. You’re still staying at your parents, aren’t you?” Kay nodded. “Move out, you’re still 17, I’ll take you in. You can stay at my cabin with me and Pep. I’ll pay for your tuition and everything too.”

“Tony,” Kay pulled away, looking up at him, “that’s too much to ask I don’t think-I don’t think I can ask—”

“’Dad,’” Tony interrupted. “Come on, you’ve already called me dad a few times. It’s fine.” He scrunched his nose. “And since I’m your dad, I’ll take care of you.”

“Would I,” Kay murmured, her gaze back down at her hands, “would I be Kay Stark then?”

There was a beat.

“Yeah,” Tony said. “Kay Stark. Rolls off the tongue pretty nicely too.” He looked back down at her, a small smile making its way onto her face for what seemed to be the first time in a long time.

“Uhm,” Kay stuttered. “For my freshman orientation, there’s a parent portion. You don’t have to go ‘cause it’s not necessary bu—”

“I’ll go.”

Kay glanced up, narrowing her eyes and was about to say something to him.

“No, I’ll go. It’s fine. Pepper can’t go to California because she’s taking maternity leave so I can check up on the company for her. Your college isn’t too far from LA anyways.”

“Thanks, dad.”

Tony smirked, pulling her back into him and rubbing her shoulder with his hand.

“Of course, kid.” There was a small pause. “Now, I can build you a suit. Get you back into superhero-ing. Could be Iron Knight or something.”

Tony continued to ramble, trying to get Kay’s mind off of everything and anything. She felt safe again, whole. The thought of being a new hero made her feel better. Because in the end, it wasn’t her powers that made her. She was a hero because of who she already was.

It took her a while to realize that, and It’ll take longer for her to drill that in her mind but Kay knew that as long as she had the support of her family, her “found family”, everything would turn out okay.

For the first time in a long time, Kay felt the need to shut her eyes. Even if she couldn’t communicate with the stars and moon in the night sky anymore, she knew that their presence was all that she needed. And she slowly drifted as Tony talked.

“Wow, you really fell asleep on your old man, huh,” Tony chuckled as her body slowly slumped down to rest her head on his lap. He looked down at her, a smile on his face. He moved her hair out of her face and he finally saw the bags and dark circles under her eyes. Ones that were too familiar to him. His smile grew sad and he shuffled underneath her to pick her up and bring her down to her room.

Tony continued staring at her worn out eyes. He’d need to talk to her about her sleeping patterns and possible nightmares or panic or anxiety attacks.

He made it down to the living floor and walked down the dark hallway to her room. Tony slightly kicked it open, setting her down on her bed. He had to make room for her with the large Captain America tsumtsum and the extra large Iron Man tsumtsum. The young girl automatically turned to hug both of the tsumtsums and Tony shook his head.

Tony bent down to kiss the top of her head and moved to leave the room. He gave her one last glance and then closed the door quietly, leaving her to sleep.

✎ ameris’ notes. tbh, i was hesitant on posting this cus 1) it’s an oc story 2) if i am to post about the entire AU i created, this is a huge spoiler regarding Kay’s powers. but at least no one knows how she no longer has it i guess lol. 3) none of this makes sense because of everything i have written/outlined for this AU and on who the characters are and their development and everything.

i’d personally love to share more information about this mcu-au but, eh.

#tony stark x oc #tony stark x daughter!oc #tony stark x stark!oc #marvelsona #marvel ocs #marvelsonas #avengers oc #afterglowparkers1kwc #a.writes #a.mcu-au

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