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dumbass-duo-showdown · 8 months

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Propaganda masterpost for desertduo

They are two idiots thinking eachother's udeas are good and then somehow winning

They don’t have a single brain cell between them. They poked the goat to “see what would happen” and ended up getting their bases covered in duped ender dragon eggs.

Particularly in Hermitcraft, they are the most chaotic together. Chaotic in the most stupid of ways. Example: they blew up an intricate machine from one of the most "threatening" people on the server, stopped posting for a while, tried fixing it and failed, and tried apologizing with diamonds (Grian), theme park gifts (Scar), and by calling the victim "handsome" and "smart" and everything they could think of. And THEN, when Doc (the victim) retaliated with very intricate pranks that take a lot of skill and knowledge, they teamed up, went to the perimeter they were banned from as their alter egos as a loophole, and FILLED the ENTIRE PLACE (and it's a ginormous hole down to bedrock, many chunks wide) with CHICKENS. Just. A lot of chickens. Chickens everywhere. Oh my god. And another thing. Grian loves pressing buttons, like ADORES it (that's how the machine broke in the first place) and Scar... well. He gets confused easily and also breaks a lot of machines. So when people in the server build stuff, they have to both Grian-proof it (make sure an overexcited person who loves pressing buttons won't break the system) and Scar-safe it (make sure it's easily understandable and won't be broken like that). But now they also have to GRIAN-AND-SCAR-PROOF their stuff, because i swear, they multiply each other's dumbassery like by 100. And all that is just from the current arc of Hermitcraft season NINE. If we go back to season eight for a second, Grian decided to fake being AFK in all his friends' bases, and when he got to Scar's, Scar built him a ROLLERCOASTER RIDE to the BOAT TOTEM (boatem) HOLE THAT GOES BEYOND BEDROCK. People constantly fell there in the season and it was hell gearing themselves back up. But Scar was sure they were gonna land on the boatem and thought Grian was asleep because of time differences. But he failed and both died either way. And good fucking thing Grian was watching it all happen. Scar was SINGING him a SONG. You could even HEAR HIM COMING UP WITH IT BEFORE THE ACTUAL RIDE. Scar by FAR had the BEST reaction to the AFK experiment. And GODDD they're such idiots together. Unless they're in it for survival (aka the Life series) in which case Grian basically becomes his nanny let's be real. Scar is way too prone to die. He dies literally all the time and someone's gotta have him on a leash.

grian thinks that hes the responsible one in the dynamic but really hes just as much a chaos gremlin as scar is

they enable each other constantly. fellow builders to friends to enemies to friends to enemies to f

they share two braincells with each other and they do not work half the time. The number of things they fucked up is not even countable. One of them will be like "I'll save you!" and then both of them need someone to come and save them. They also are connected at the hip and love to annoy each other and other people so so much. they need help

They are so. so. Pesky british bird who loves explosions and has an attention span of 2 + catboy scammer who likes to lick magic and die badly. They are perfect for each other and their friendship is so precious to me. They are canonically soulmates. Currently theyre camping out on the edge of their enemy's giant hole because they accidentally exploded his machine together while Grian was procrastinating. The situation escalated because Grian likes war and Scar likes chaos so now theyre sitting directly in the path of their enemy's giant TNT-pooping goat mecha. Their plan? Build a buttercup-themed mecha to fight it because buttercups are poisonous to goats

They have caused a lot of chaos and destruction due to their lack of braincells /pos

Scar dragged Grian to the desert on a llama to monopolize on its sand, they blew up their friend’s tunnel bore, and rode a roller coaster together. They just bounce a braincell back and forth basically.

They ping pong a brian cell between each other and the few times it produces a thought the idea is always a bad one

they have two brain cells between them and they are not sure where they left them, they actively search for trouble and act sincerely shocked when it bites them on the ass, very orange cat coded if you ask me

Things only work out for them by pure luck. They both think they have the braincell and will be the one to pull each other through but they are both wrong. Tripping over their own feet and stumbling so hard and yet still coming out on top just because the others fall over harder

They get in a room together and its like all braincells disappear. They blew up their neighbors redstone, they filled his base with thousands of chickens, they die nonstop, they bully the other (in a friendly way) constantly and then do the exact same thing, theyre dunbasses ur honor

Theyre literally, just an echochamber of dumb. They actively lose braincells when around eachother. Grian seems smart and calculated but he can never get anything to work properly and scar is just an absolute hazard to himself and grian tries to keep him safe. They both die in minecraft so much. Grian also just has a habit of pressing every button lever or chest he ever sees. Even if its an obvious trap. He breaks stuff so easily. Grian WILL press the big button on top of the tnt block thats in plain sight. Especially right after scar says "i wonder what that does". Theyre duo can be summed up to trickster dumbass and dumbass with a heart of gold. They literally started a prank war by accidentally blowing up someones redstone. They are the unattended children on every server theyre in.

long live the science bros.

One owed the other a life debt for killing them with a creeper (it was just a prank, bro) and so they spent the season trying to monopolize all of the sand in a desert, and that's jusr scraping the surface of how stupid they are.

#be glad i got a new gaming pc #propaganda masterpost #desertduo #mcyt #dumbass duo showdown

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banfiyunna · 8 months

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Does the immortal value currency in any way? Like they've lived long enough to see it change, and economies get built. As well as grow and fall. Do they think it's pointless and that people should just share resources, and take care of eachother, or do they actually think it's an okay system. They'd need money for a place to stay and clothes (I don't remember if they need food or not). But do they have any thoughts?

I feel like they'd carry old money, just as a keepsake. To remember a time that is long gone. It helps them remember the past, the times, the rulers (good and bad), the empires of old (long fallen), the friends that'd cared enough for them to loan the change, the plethora of colourful and carefree markets they'd set foot in on warm sunny days, and old trinkets that no longer exist which could have been purchased when the currency was still in use, all lost to the ever present ticking of time.

Maybe they believe it's arguably better for honoring and remembering history (and their past experiences), than gaining material goods.

Sorry I'm in a writing mood.

Suki im kissing you so hard rn you've got no idea how much I love your writing mood

They think the current currency system failed in every single way possible it could have failed and what once looked like an okay idea just went on and became pure living hell. Like, don't get me wrong, they were never a big fan of it (taxes are never fun), but today's way of using it is just ridiculous

They do find it kinda pointless, but then again, a lot of things became pointless along the years

They wish people took more care of each other, things might have been a little better then

Money is stupid but they do their best to save some anyway

They absolutely do! Whatever time and people didn't yank out of their hands, they keep. Gold, copper, a note, a bracelet, a doll. If it's a gift, they cherish.

They miss the markets and the chattering on the street, miss dancing on festivals and songs people no longer sing. But those times are alive as long as they remember it

They do love the funky sweaters you can buy nowadays though

#Suki i love you and i love your brain #grabbing ur face and platonically kissing you so much rn #i wrote this absolutely high on lack of sleep i dunno if its a good answer or not #immortal au #immortal au ask

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stars-in-a-jam-jar · 1 year

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Now, I understand the utility and value in saying 'You are not special. You're just like everyone else, you are not Uniquely Alone in this thing called Life, so stop telling yourself your struggles are unique and no one can help you/stop acting like you must live up to being The Chosen Gifted Child who solves All The Problems because that's unfair and untrue.'

However, in the ever-relevant words of Sally Brown from Peanuts, 'Some philosophies aren't for all people.' That lens cannot jive with me and potentially someone else who may somehow get ahold of this post hence why I open my mouth to say it.

Y'see, my primary method of interacting with other people's personhood since I was like. 5. Was to look out at them and intuitively notice 'That person is not like me, or my sister, or my brother, or my parents, or that lady at church.' I was constantly noticing how other people were unique and distinct from one another, and the concept of being 'normal' and 'average' was a silly myth that people made up to force other people to be convenient. (that one episode of Spongebob where he literally smooths out all his wibbly edges and Makes Himself Normal only for Squidward to realize that was a Terrible Thing To Suggest really stuck with me) I realize now that was for sure a partial result of growing up neurodivergent in a household with siblings who were also Vastly Different Varieties of neurodivergent and a mom who was Incredibly Neurotypical barring the suppressed PTSD she still refuses to acknowledge. Everyone around me -including the people closest to me- were varying degrees of different from me, but they were also varying degrees of different from eachother. I was special and by extension so were they, therefore I was not alone.

I've learned over time this is apparently Not how most people interact with the world and their community. They see the world and the people in it and the people in their lives as manageable overlapping categories. There's 'Average' people and 'Lucky' people and on and on and on with variations but always coming in Types to decipher, and then there's 'Me': the person whose perspective all this is filtering through and the most complex agent in the system of Things I Have To Deal With. Not to say most people think everyone else is simple by comparison, just that when you can see and experience everything going on inside your own mind and only some of what's going on in someone else's, you get a more detailed and complicated view of yourself by default. This higher level of complexity we experience from within is regularly a stressor for folks who take comfort in the phrase 'You're not special.' because it connects them to others by saying 'You are not failing at something everyone else is easily succeeding at, and no one worth listening to expects you to act like everything is always Normal And Perfect And Controlled.' There is no 'special'. We are all Just Normal.

Ironically, because I don't process the world like that, the phrase kind of just makes everything worse for me. If I'm not special but everyone else is, then that proves all the worst things I've heard about or said to myself. If no one is special including me, we're not people anymore, we're just a bunch of roombahs bopping into one another until our batteries run out. I don't mean to strike existential dread into anyone with that, I'm just trying to say that like. There's lots of ways to process the world and move through your life, and if a common piece of advice hits wrong, you can in fact look for a way to articulate your own truth and live it.

#mental health #gifted kid shit #i dunno #philosophy #i feel weird tagging these things it makes me sound so self-aggrandizing #'look at me I have the secrets to mental health and philosophy'#but like how else are people gonna see it

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darlingbeehive · 3 months

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LMAO realized we never did an intro post for this blog so uh hi!!

we're undiagnosed likely polyfragmented traumagenic system (unknown if osdd or did purely because we HAVE front constant broadcasting alters and multiple alters will not remember shit outerworld if they don't pay attention to the "news" of outerworld that is being broadcasted like a first person game being played by a favorite streamer. BUT we're at the point that we GENUININELY CANNOT DENY IT EVEN WHEN WE'RE IN DENIAL AND WE HAVE A LIST OF SITUATIONS WE CANNOT EXPLAIN OTHERWISE. please be respectful while we get ourselves diagnosed and work to being in a SAFE PLACE to be FULLY diagnosed and recognized by professionals.)

we're systcourse neutrual- this means some reblogs will be from blogs that are anti-endo or pro-endo or unknown or netrual we're NETRUAL but will tag each so endos and anti endos who want to avoid interacting can do so when reblogging things from us. OUR posts are fine with both as long as you keep syscourse away from our posts and respect eachother in keeping away and not harming eachother or us.

WE HAVE A LOT OF DOUBLES!!!!!! it's more like spiderverse in being entirely different people with the same role in their canon. PLEASE BE AWARE IF YOU ARE INTERACTING WITH SOME OF US YOU MIGHT ENCOUNTER ONE OF THEM!!!!! do be respectful and DO NOT GO OFF ON THEM!!!! it's a you issue if you're a tommy upset by some random raccoon hybrid trans 160+ lethal deise holding power Tommyinnit alter who does not claim the name tommy besides as a "species" or "base" interacting because YOU commented on OUR posts.

We likely won't tag ourselves or do much of anything, you're likely to meet one of the fronts who don't tag themeselves much, Dec(pronounced "deck", known source hoarder via being the one most split from so sometimes splits fail or brew for long enough to be considered a source until ready to split like a cell with mitosis, also pronoun hoarder, gender hoarder, and main gatekeeper of front.), or Ci(pronounced sci, newer front introject who though is lacking in change serves his role the same as Dec.) You'll know them both

We'll ALSO attempt posting system name help as some systems struggle with names or the term "system" is... distressing for them, it took us a bit before we were okay with it again but we are!! and we hope to help others on their journey if and when needed!!

we post art of alters, friends, silly aus, interps, sonas and such!! though we target to make it tagged as accurate as fanart as possible because art of our alters technically is due to our many introjects!!!

we do NOT support any ccs or anything besides Technoblade(who is dead and we highly doubt speaking ill will on him will do much for anyone besides those wanting to crush others' morals and positivity) and hard HARD maybe on Philza(purely due to time contraints with everything we try to look up preventing us looking up how recent what he is being claimed to have done was.)

we run @introjis !!! which is on a break due to mental health being in the gutter and MANY private+irl things rn but we'll be trying to make PALENSTINE SUPPORT related emojis before working on any requests and other things we're aiming to complete there.

we hyperfixate on MANY THINGS!!!! these include: dsmp, qsmp, hermitcraft, warrior cats, splatoon (stares at 2+ years lost to it), 1920s/mafia aus, mlp gen 3, and several other things, you'll likely see us post about them more than anything else!

#intro post #traumagenic system #system stuff #<- hopefully these aren't bad to do so #pinned post

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jrobertallen · 9 months

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Melissa Ran Teddy

Part 1

Ran was mechanically inclined and could fix almost anything that didn’t include a computer. Not because he was incapable of understanding how they worked, instead it was a personal choice, Ran felt computers were simply unnecessary. They were complications borrowed from science fiction and therefore nothing more than a bunch of hoopla invading what should be the real world where life was meant to be simple, clean and transparent.

Scoffing at the entire philosophy of computer science-based languages, Ran simply didn’t belong to the group of people whom felt the need to entrap themselves in the make believe world of bits and bites when he figured good old nuts and bolts were much more simple and reliable.

Ran believed that the finest watches and motors ever built didn’t need a computer brain in charge, neither did his old indian motorcycle project.

After 12 years of work his 1940 Indian Scout was nearly complete, He only needed a few parts for the carburetor to finish it. The rare engine required authenticity to be real and the thought of adding a processor driven fuel system in place of the venturi based carburetor was anathema. The rest of the Indians mechanical drive worked perfectly and the stories of riders converting their bikes to electric systems made him sick to his stomach. He’d rather walk.

Even the newer generation of riders upgrading to LED headlamps made is stomach turn.

Ran figured himself old fashioned, and his body didn’t disagree after the last 25 years turning wrenches on old cars. Mechanic work was especially hard on his back from bending awkwardly under hoods, his skin was rough and calloused from the hot summer sun or bitter cold and the dry winter air wasn’t keeping his hands youthful either.

Sometimes people talking with Ran over the phone envisioned him in his middle 40s, but up close and in person his thin auburn hair, grayed whiskers and permanent eye wrinkles gave them the impression that he escaped his youth a decade earlier, yet that notion felt fine to Ran as he preferred being identified with the pre computer, pre processor and what he called the pre idiot era.

Quite literally the opposite was his book bound older brother Teddy, a little overweight but at 50 still growing out a full mop of black hair. In his youth Teddy was always gawking at computer science related materials. As a kid Teddy could be found reading any high tech article he could find from the magazine rack at the Shop and Serve instead of helping Ran and his mother with their chore of selecting groceries. One summer Teddy had nearly succeeded at building his own calculator while his disinterested younger brother Ran was outside throwing the baseball by himself. Eventually Teddy learned quite a bit about basic programming but Ran failed to see the reason why when playing catch was always more appealing.

Even with their different interests the two brothers somehow were very close. Perhaps because they never really got to know their father who disappeared on Teddys 3rd birthday, about the time Ran was 9 months old. Neither boy remembered anything about their father. Instead their memories were how others reacted to their explanation of not knowing what he was like, what he did or why their outcast father abandoned them with their mother .

They had to stay close because the three of them were all they had and that made family that much more important.

As they grew older the Boys went into business together. First selling magazines, and finally selling used cars.

Auto sales was a hard racket but they offset eachothers skill sets just fine, Ran was mechanically driven and naturally did the fixing while Teddy used his office skills to do the books and accounting.

Ran, his brother said jokingly, you’re getting old faster than I’m getting ugly.

Experience defending myself from all those perverted women is aging me!

Rans laughter was infectious enough to relax Teddy.

Ran pulled off his pale blue ball cap so he could scratch at his bald spot. I don’t know about you, Teddy, I figured it was all that ugly that makes you look so ugly! Haha.

Teddy on the other hand embodied the kind of verbal domination that elder brothers often assumed over their siblings when caught off guard. Instead of laughing Teddy leaned back in his office chair and produced a set of keys from a manilla envelope.

On seeing the packet Ran let out another joke, Shoots Teddy, here you go trying to bribe me with a payment for taking your girl friend on a date? I usually help the ugly chick’s for free!

Determined not to move the conversation forward by laughing, Teddy pushed the envelope and car keys across his desk for Ran.

That’s for the little Z car we got at the police auction, can you take it for a spin and make sure it’s worthy?

Ran walked to the side window of the portable office and stared out at a rollback truck with the little silver car ontop. Mike, the trucks operator was using a set of levers on the side of the truck to lower and tilt the flat platform so the two seater could be rolled off and unloaded.

Ran smiled broadly at his brother, Heck yes! He said. Ran was surprised to see the new addition for their used car lot, its been years since I was behind the wheel in one of those, how mutch did we get it for?

$100 over the minimum bid!

Your kidding? How is that even possible?

I used my new AI program.

Ran looked surprised. So your computer made the price lower?

To this Teddy simply laughed. No.

Let me show you what’s up with the program I’ve been working on. Do you want me to order your burger for you?

No, that’s okay, answered Ran.

Teddy threw up his hand comicaly and asked again, Do you want to watch me order you a burger, Ran?

No, that’s okay. I like ordering it my way!

Ran! Teddy half laughed in a scolding tone. Let’s try this again.

Confused , Ran agreed. Go ahead, order it! Be my guest! Shit!

Teddy flipped open his phone. Watch me Ran, you’re going to love this.

Teddy fumbled with an app, and then spoke to it,- order Rans favorite food from Gas Stop Dinner.

A female voice prompted Teddy with a question, it’s Tuesday she chimed, is Ran still hungry from breakfast?

Tedd looked at his little brother, who was nearly dumbfounded? Ran shook his head, no!

He’s hungry.

Are you hungry, Teddy? Asked the voice.

Order for me too.

Who is picking up your food or are they delivering?

Ran will pick it up.

Speed trap on Atlantic Avenue, the AI voice continued, so take Stare Street and left on 1st Ave

Ok Teddy, I’ve confirmed with Mary at Gas Stop that your meal will be ready for pickup in 20 minutes.

Teddy put down the phone and folding his hands behind his head simply said, in 20 minutes, you should take the Z!

What just happened?

Our new AI assistant Melissa ordered your food and saved you from another speeding ticket.

And the computer got my order right? The way I like it?

Teddy clicked on his phone and simply asked the App, how was Ran’s burger built?

Ran is getting a henhouse with added egg on top, no mayonnaise. Extra salt and pepper packs.

How in the hell ?

Hello Ran, is that you? I’m Melissa. I’m your brothers assistant. Would you like anything changed?

Instead of answering Ran simply shook his head and smiled as he walked out the door to look at the car.

Ran loved the way the sticky hot scent of asphalt of his car lot combined with the floral smell of carnuba car wax . All 12 street row cars with their multi colored balloons bopping on their short antenna strings made him feel like the ring leader of his own circus, each car was its own unique animal performing feats of surprise and temptation, posed and ready for any willing audience to adore.

Ran loved the freedom he experienced through running his own business and his mood was especially great when his newest animals arrived on new car day.

All unloaded Mr Blake!

Mike the roll back truck driver smiled at Ran as he spoke. They don’t make em like that anymore! Under 70k miles too! Original mileage? What a diamond! How much are you going to ask?

Need to ask Teddy about that, Mike, I’m just the mechanic slash body man!

Haha, good one! The driver shamelessly faked a laugh. Please fill out the page on this clipboard and full signature at the bottom and I’ll be on my way!

That’s Teddy again.

Mike looked disappointed.

Cheer up, Teddy’s got himself a new assistant, make sure you meet her when you go inside.

Seriously? Is she a hottie?

A little odd but a nice voice, just your type, only downside is I guess she’s always wired.

Forget that, my last had a drug problem, watch out if things start to come up missing.

Ran took off his hat and started laughing, just wait until you hear her voice! The best part is that she isn’t afraid to answer any question you ask her!

Oh, You always have a surprise. I forgot how much you like to kid around Mr Blake. Is Teddy inside?

Yah, just let yourself in.

Before Mike was able to let himself inside the portable building where Teddys office was, Ran had already started up the little Z Car, reving the engine and was about to drive it off the lot, ignoring Mike’s plea to wait until the document is signed.

Try and get a computer to do this! Ran yelled out the window at Mike, give me fuel give me fire! The Z car was growled to life with the low guttural voice of a lion.

Mike knew it was no use trying to stop Ran once he was in the driver’s seat, so he paused to admire the Z cars quick acceleration as Ran chirped the tires shifting from first to second.

Teddy was inside furiously typing away at his laptops keypad and almost didn’t hear Mike entering until the sound of the door shutting disturbed him.

Where’s the new assistant Ran talked about?

Oh, Mike, I’ll sign that! He said leaning forward and holding out his open hand.

Ran said something about harboring the new office staff, is she in the toilet?

Oh, my AI app! No, its just a document jar.

A what? Mike was already disinterested. Ran said she’s got a great voice?!

She is cha-nabled.

Cha? What?

That’s short for Chat Enabled. Cha-nable.

Oh Mike said feeling the conversation failing. So It’s a document narration tool?

A little more, but yes it has that feature.

Oh, I get it, he said but he didn’t get it, Mike simply wasn’t interested. Like Ran, Mike thought very little of confusing computer talk.

How about a cup of coffee? Teddy pointed to a big coffee machine set on a small table at the back wall of the room. Just got a new coffee maker, does everything from mixing the creamer to adding spice.

Oh, thanks. Say, Teddy, can that thing make a strong black coffee?

Without answering, Teddy opened his application again and gave it a command. Melissa, please make a strong black coffee for Mike.

What size cup would Mike like? Melissa’s AI voice answered.

Mike nearly laughed as he mocked, your coffee pot is named Melissa? Tell Melissa large.

Hi Mike, Melissa answered. One large cup of Joe will be ready in three minutes. Would you like me to send an alert to your phone when it’s ready?

Teddy felt a great sense of satisfaction as Mike’s smile changed to disbelief.

No worries, I’ll wait here and watch.

The coffee machine clicked on and started grinding the beans. A red light came on and then the humming sound of a motor whirring began and suddenly stopped with a pop as coffee started dribbling into the prepared paper cup.

I can’t believe what phone apps can do these days. Say, Teddy, can I ask you something personal, you can stop me if it makes you uncomfortable but I remember your telling me something about it before.

Shoot! I’m an open book for some, you’re okay Mike, ask away!

You went in for hacking?

Oh, right. Teddy reared back his office chair so he could reach Mike’s coffee. I did two and a half years on a ten year term for computer fraud. The hacking part was a supplement charge, but what they nailed me on was failing to report income.

No kidding, Mike said as he willingly accepted the freshly brewed cup, so Federal time? Where abouts?

Washington State.

That’s strange.

Oh?

Well, I thought you had to do federal time full term, I mean the Feds aren’t exactly known for early release.

I was pardoned.

No shit?

No shit!

A black SUV pulled into the parking lot, parking in front of the portables side window.

Brand new, must be lost. Mike laughed nervously. Maybe the inspector from Olympia with his clipboard.

That’s not the Department of Licensing.

Mike couldn’t see who was inside because the windows were tinted obscuring the occupants. Shoots, he said, why can I score a ticket for tinted windows on my 68 Cougar but these federal type rigs can be totally dark.

These guys aren’t Federal, Teddy reiterated, these are the Kings. Mike waived to whoever was inside the truck.

You said Kings, those are rolling pimps!? What kind of dime is that running new anyway? 80k ?

No, more like Free, and I think that finishes up our business, Thanks Mike! Teddy stood up and held out his hand with a smile.

Oh, right. See you later Mr Blake.

As Mike left the portable building office two huge men let themselves out of the SUV.

At 6ft 3 and 6ft 1 respectively, long black shoulder length hair and dark arms covered in tribal tattoos extending out from their tailored clothing, the Samoan Brothers Stu and Steve disregarded Mike as he climbed back up into his rollback truck and left the parking lot.

After taking a moment to survey the parking lot the two giants made their way to meet Teddy in his office.

Brothers! Teddy said with a smile. Meeting them half way across the office, hey, can I get you a coffee? Got a new machine.

No thank you sir! Answered Stu politely, we would like to check on the status of a title, We don’t drink anything white people drink, no disrespect, it’s an island thing.

Oh, Teddy said disappointed but doing his best to hide being anxious and smiling back anyway. Who’s in trouble this time?

Stu smiled back. Skinny Edward, the fool said he was buying a truck from you, but he said you won’t give him the title yet because he still owes?

Skinny Edward? I don’t know anyone with that name.

2002 Chevy truck, blue. Nice radio, Enki rims.

The Z71?

Wait a moment. Teddy remembered discounting a title for a truck matching that description, Yes, I think I sold a truck like that two weeks ago.

Steve started looking around the room. I have to sit.

Need a chair? Teddy asked hoping that they wouldn’t use it to clobber him. Use mine, it’s the most comfortable. He rolled his leather office chair around the desk. Steve said thank you and allowed himself to slowly ease himself down.

Thanks. He smiled. Knee hurts, he said while gently massaging what looked like a medical wrap under his pant leg.

My brother caught a bullet and it’s taking its own time to heal, Stu answered the unasked question.

Did you get the bullet out? Teddy asked.

I think we did, Stu answered, but shockingly a bullet gets red hot when fired and he was hit through a door so we had to pick out some door bits.

Oh, Ok, If you like I can get you a strong drink to settle your nerves? Was the only thing he could think of saying.

Steve didn’t answer.

Stu changed the subject back to Skinnys Truck. What can I use to prove that you put the truck in his name?

Oh, well Skinny's signature who is In this case Alex Edward’s and the fact that I electronically send the title to have it processed so the department at Olympia will send the new title to his mailbox. Where is Skinny at now?

Steve said, he’s in my garage hemmed up at the moment. He owed us some gambling money and the truck is going to cover some of it.

Teddy knew that Gambling Money really means he was fronted some drugs and didn’t meet his end of the bargain, and now it was collection time.

You’re a good dude, Mr Blake, Stu held out his open hand, I’ll look at the title log you mentioned and we can get out of here.

Okay, I see, I see. offered Teddy as he opened the side drawer of his desk and removed a document holder.

This is the log and that signature on line item 5 is Alex Edward’s and the Vehicle number is right there! Teddy pointed at the log as he gave it to the wounded brother.

Are you going to let him go..Teddy stop himself. It was never good to ask this question and make himself even more part of the Brothers crime, Or rather do you need me for anything past Alex’s signature? That’s a nice truck your driving by the way how is it handling? he asked attempting to transition the subject away from Skinnys kidnapping and torture.

All three men looked out at the beautiful black SUV.

Thanks, it still smells brand new, Stu bragged. Not even through its 4th tank of gas yet! Less than 1700 miles.

Steve interrupted the gawking with, After we help Skinny improve his problem with honesty, we might let him go tomorrow morning somewhere downtown on the waterfront so he has to walk all the way back home on sore feet, if he was smart he wouldn’t ever return to that dirty shithole place of his with that angry yellow haired lobster woman he calls baby girl.

All three men chuckled.

Stu interrupted his brother back with, Skinny shouldn’t have lied to us, the howley fuck!

Teddy rarely heard a cus word from either brother. Mean and heartless as they could be, they were never rude.

The Gas Stop Dinner was a 50s style garage slash gas stand that went to pot in the 70s and never reopened until the Tilla siblings Manuel and Mary converted it to a novel food stand. Customers ordered from the old front desk and one of them would bring out your order of hot food to one of the 6 tables set up inside the garage where the tire and oil changes once occurred.

Outside of the entrance a full sized metal pig was stationed, it was painted yellow and emblazoned with the word ham- burger scrolled on the pigs oversized belly, the pig was both an instrument of advertising and it also stopped cars from parking too close to the building and blocking the front entrance

Ran happily skidded to a stop in front of the pig and jumped out of the Z car with a huge smile on his face.

The car felt good, really good! Full of power, engine growled like a house cat and he was really glad Mikes AI told him to avoid the regular way so he could skip out on any tickets while letting the carbon flow! Ran really like this ride!

He imagined his brothers voice warning him, Ran, now don’t fall in love with the inventory. Use that magic to upsell the customer.

Once inside he found Mary taking notes, she looked up with a smile and greeted him.

Hi Ran! Mary Tilla presented her favorite guest and best tipping customer with a smile. I see that you found a new office helper.

What? Ran was confused. Who?

Melissa? We spoke on the phone and she said she started yesterday.

Is that right? Answered Ran, I almost forgot.

At 35, Mary was drop dead gorgeous. A true late bloomer who stayed single later in life, dedicated her passion to cooking and opening the restaurant. She was the other reason Ran ate at the Gas Stop Dinner nearly everyday. He discovered the restaurant and Mary just after it opened and had been hooked on both ever since.

Well that’s not very nice, Mary joked, She sounded very helpful, smart too, paid electronically in about 2 seconds after I totaled the bill.

Ran instinctively pulled out his wallet and was going to add $10 to her tip jar, but Mary stopped him.

Thank you Ran! I don’t need a double gratuity, your Melissa already took care of everything.

No kidding?

She sounded cute..

I’m not sure about that, Ran was nearly blushing, I still haven’t seen her.

Oh? How does that work?

Lets just say that Teddy’s helper works virtually.

Oh, well bless me to death! I need a job like that. Who wouldn’t want to stay home and get paid for it.

Me , Ran offered, I don’t live close enough to get your delicious hamburgers every day, I might starve to death if I didn’t see you!

This is the truest thing ever, she agreed. We’d both go hungry.

Their eyes met in a long uncomfortable stare until Mary’s phone beeped, a text message lit up the screen.

Oh, it’s a text from Teddy’s assistant, apparently your Brother already needs you back at the car lot. Are you ever going to get your own phone, handsome?

That’s why I don’t have a phone, Mary, because I don’t want people to get hooked on having me at their instant disposal. When I get back, I get back. First, I’m going down to the river and eat this wonderful burger, no virtual face time, just great food face time. Ran laughed at his own joke while Mary bagged up the rest of Ran and Mikes order.

And try this great Strawberry shake! Mary slid the shake across the table.

I didn’t order a shake.

I know, on the house. Give me some feedback. If you feel its too much then you can always pay me back whenever you get the guts to ask me out to a movie.

Ran was caught between excitement and beguiled at her request. He didn’t feel adequate enough to take Mary out yet, except with a request like this, how could he say no, not to mention if he denied her he might need to find a new daily lunch spot.

I’ll test the shake, and maybe we can go for a walk.

A walk?! Mary almost sounded offended. She turned around showing all her best attributes while pretending to adjust the order wheel, and joked. Do you think I need to loose weight.

Ran gulped, the last thing you need to do is change anything!

She smiled, turning back to face Ran when suddenly her expression changed from delight to fear, as the door opened and a large figure stepped in.

Ran stepped aside, letting the stranger approach the counter.

The new customer was dressed in dirty leather, and a bitter smell followed him inside. He wasn’t smiling but showed his stained teeth as he talked.

Who’s car is that outside, I want to buy it!

Mary looked at Ran, the stranger turned towards Ran. Yours?

Not for sale.

The man, wiped his head with his forearm. Okay, I understand.

He paused, nodded and stepped in front of the doorway blocking the entrance. That car is for sale, everything, even the bitch behind the counter is for sale.

Ran was shocked to hear this, and he was genuinely scared of the bigger man. His unshaved scraggly beard and mustache looked greasy and the skin on his face was puffy, sun burnt and swollen. Yellow eyes, even the whites were yellowed, but still it was the man’s large teeth that bothered Ran the most.

Get out of my business! Now! Mary shouted at the menacing dirtbag.

The stranger ignored Marys demand and stared at Ran, waiting for the response he wanted.

Manuel!! She yelled for help.

Instantly her older brother, all 250 pounds of himself busted through the kitchen doorway, small vegetable pruning knife in hand.

Is that a knife? The Stranger asked, heck of a way to treat a cash customer!

You need to go! Leave! Go now! Manuel raged at the unwanted guest. Get the fuck out.

Ignoring the cook, the dark figure returned his attention to Ran, and Said, I’ll be driving that sports car home with me the easy way or the hard way, your choice.

Then he pushed Ran against the wall with one arm, and pulled out a pistol from his waste band and pointed at Mary and Manuel.

I don’t think its funny what you did, and tell your boyfriend if he takes one step towards me I will shoot both him and that bitch dead!

Ran was in too much distress to answer.

Shoot me then! Mary challenged the attacker, the police will see your face on the camera.

The bad man looked surprised, smiled and wrenched up his grip on Rans shirt. Okay woman, as you wish!

After the first bullet hit Mary she collapsed, the second bullet hit her brother knocking him back through the doorway.

You could have made this easier on them, but you mother fuckers always got to go out hard! Am I right?

The bad man poked his pistol into Rans ribs, but instead of firing he winced at the sound of Mary’s voice. To the attackers surprise Mary was standing back up and in her right hand was the pistol grip shotgun she kept under the front counter in case of emergencies. She never thought something this terrible would ever happen

Marys left shoulder was red from her wound, but she was fearless.

The attacker looked surprised, but he didn’t act shaken. Too late for that he laughed and maybe too late for you too!

Ran wanted to scream as the attacker thumb back the hammer, I want the keys to the car, he said in one last warning. Or this guy is going to die.

Ran didn’t hear the gun fire, but felt the attackers grip loosen as the scum bag fell to the floor.

The bad man was groaning and trying to get to his feet. Ran stepped around him moving towards Mary. Where is Manuel?

Ran went through the door to the kitchen, Manuel was on his knees and holding his hand over his left eye.

Ahhh. He screamed, that son of a bitch shot my face! Is Mary okay? Call 911!

Ran bolted back through the door, the attacker was gone, Mary had slipped on her own blood and had fallen onto her side clutching her left shoulder. My fingers are numb. I can’t move my arm she cried.

The next time someone like that tries to buy your car, you’re a dealer, Ran! Sell it to him!

Ran held a washcloth to Mary’s arm. I’m so sorry, Mary, had I known it would of turned out like this, I would have gave the car to him for free!

Marys eyes closed, Stay with me Mary, Mary! Mary! Ran yelled!

Her eyes opened back up. Am I dreaming Ran?

Mary, there is a great movie I want to take you too. I’ll fix this, I need to call 911! Mary!

Ran grabbed Marys counter phone, he didn’t know how to unlock it and make a call.

Shit! Shit!

Ran took off through the front door and ran into the street looking for help!

Normally there would have been cars zinging past, but not today, today a dead man, the victim of Mary’s shotgun blast was crumpled over in the middle of the street.

A group of teenagers who witnessed a bloody man crawling out of the Gas Stop Dinner had already called 911, they were already busy posting the event on their social media pages for likes.

When they seen what they thought was the dead man’s attacker running out after his victim they screamed and ran away, hiding behind trees and cars parked on the other side of the street .

Someone call 911! He yelled, Mary and her brother were shot!

One of the teens, a young woman yelled, he’s not dead!

To Rans amazement the attacker was back on his feet, opened the door to a brown 4 door car, and began slowly driving away.

Somebody stop him! He shot Mary and Manuel! Ran yelled and started running after the slow moving brown car.

Armed with only phones the best the onlookers could do was take more photos to update their pages with.

About half a block into the chase Ran realised that he should go back and get his own car, how crazy of an idea it was to try and chase down a car on foot! But Ran continued his pursuit hoping for some kind of miracle, and he almost thought he had one until the attackers break lights came on.

Oh shoots, Ran thought, what am I going to do if I catch up with him?

Ran stopped running, the car slowed and turned sideways in the street. He could see the dark outline of the passenger bracing himself with the steering wheel.

Ran wanted to find a solution, If he only would of thought to grab Mary’s shotgun he could stop this madman from getting away, but unarmed and alone he felt naked and weak. What if this crazy son of a bitch turned the car on him, or worse, got out and shot him with the pistol he shot Mary and Manuel with?

Without answering his worst fear, the driver punched the gas and break pedal at the same time. The rear wheels began spinning , the tires squealed and smoke shot out from the backside of the car.

The car lunged forward and went over the curb. Ran was amazed to see it bolting across a vacant lot heading for a tall privacy fence.

The brown four door sedan easily smashed through the fence, colliding with a lound bang into something inside the enclosure. Black smoke bellowed up but from Ran’s vantage point he could only see the top of a small cell tower with what looked like some kind of high tech antennas attached to it.

Ran took off again, running across the vacant lot and stopping at the section of fence that the car ripped through.

Inside the car came to a stop after nose diving straight into the tower, the car was engulfed in flames, the drivers arm was slumped out the window, lifeless and on fire.

Ran jumped the downed fence and cautiously moved toward the burning car. As he neared the drivers side door, the heat and smoke were almost unbearable.

He froze, can this really be happening? He asked himself. Where did the driver go?

The arm was gone, the driver was gone, the door was still closed and the car was burning like a firework when it exploded, throwing Ran backwards.

He lay on the ground, shielding his face with his arm.

Where did that crazy son of a bitch go? He asked himself, as he slowly got up, retreating from the flames.

Remembering Mary and Manuel, still Inside the Gas Stop Dinner, Ran made his way back to the downed fence and after stepping over the debris was met by a loud voice.

Freeze! Show me your hands?

Ran was confused, he wasn’t the bad guy, the bad guy is, he was? Where?

Your making a mistake! Ran yelled, you want that guy, he pointed at the burning car. I was..

Ran felt like he was hit by a bison as a huge officer tackled him to the ground. Dirt got in his mouth and nose and his eyes began to water.

Don’t resist!

I’m not resisting, Ran tried to shout back , but the wind was knocked out of him. I’m on your side, I’m not resisting.

Don’t resist! The officer yelled as he pulled out something and punching the object into rans lower back, tazed him.

Ran’s body went limp as he passed out.

Darkness .

#ai #mystery #story #thriller

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It doesn't automatically make you a transphobe. But you SHOULD have to specify that you want a girlfriend with a vagina. Because it should not be assumed that's the default. We all have preferences. But just because some preferences are seen as the default, doesn't automatically mean that's how we all feel.

Meanwhile OP is pushing back against me, cus saying someone is "mansplaining" is misgendering them. Just to clarify my position... you don't have to be a man to mansplain. Just like you don't have to be white to whitesplain. "Splaining" is half about identity politics, but mostly it's just a type of shitty tone you can take with a person. It's a power dynamic, where the burden of calmly explaining systems of oppression falls onto the member of the marginalized group. And the person who has (up until recently) experienced a type of privilege is being not just ignorant but arrogant in how dismissive they are of that oppressive system.

If I was in an office or other professional setting, I probably wouldn't accuse a trans woman of mansplaining, even if that's what I felt like she was doing. Because an office is the appropriate setting for political correctness.

But in situations where newly transitioned lesbians and veteran cis lesbians are trying to date eachother, at a certain point the political is going to bleed into the interpersonal. And both groups need to try harder to listen to eachother, but beauty, honey, sweetness, pancake, babydoll... if there's a word for the shitty tone you're taking with me, I'm not going to call it something else if "mansplaining" is the correct term. Because walking on eggshells is not the foundation for a strong relationship. If you can have the conversation:

Cis lesbian: "I feel like you're mansplaining to me a little right now and here's why..."

Trans lesbian: "Well I feel like I'm not. And you're being transphobic writing off my dissent like that"

Cis lesbian: "Well here's the thing you're doing that reminds me of the unsafe straight relationships I've had in the past, and here's the ways I think you're being insufficiently sympathetic to women's lived experiences because those are experiences you haven't had yet as a woman"

Trans lesbian: "Well ok maybe I have some internalized misogyny, but calling it mansplaining is still hyperbolic"

then your relationship has a much better chance of surviving!

I want more lesbians to be open to dating trans women. But having had three failed relationships myself, I am telling you that TERFs are not the only ones who are being bad at listening. Dating someone who is still figuring out their own identity as a woman comes with its own challenges, and one of those challenges is listening to the same naïve "not all men" talking points that I said to my mother when I was a fourteen year old and I didn't know shit.

Cis women and trans women have more in common than we have different. But that doesn't mean the right wing isn't leveraging the minor social advances of one group against the civil rights of the other. And it's not helping any women if we can't have a frank, sometimes uncomfortable, discussion about the shell-games of appearancism, racism, and ageism which can ensnare people just now joining the female experience.

I would never assume a trans woman hasn't experienced misogyny just because she is trans. But if I'm drawing that conclusion based on the conversations I've had with her, you're being dismissive of my lived experiences if you write me off as a TERF.

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Do you think SE Saeran and Saeyoung will reach a point to fully mend things. It feels like after the secret endings, Saeran says just this once he’ll give Saeyoung the benefit of the doubt. (Since it’s very difficult for him to trust and believe again). I just know from that final RFA photo, SE seemed pretty dejected? (If that’s the word). Like things are okay but obviously not okay.

I ask you this bc I love how you write SE Saeran as someone very tired and he’s calm bc he’s tired. But if he’s irritated it’s probably bc he’s uncomfortable and it seems like he can only handle people in small doses. (Overwhelmed very easily) His relationship with his brother is getting better but it’s also very tense. It’s like they walk around eggshells with eachother.

I just wanna know if you think they’ll ever be fully okay with eachother.

I feel like it's going to take a long time for them to get to that point. There's going to be a lot of healing that needs to happen before they can have conversations again. Saeran himself does say to his brother that he needs time and space before he’s ready for that. There are a lot of different takes on SE Saeran in the fandom because not everybody feels the same way about how he gets to interact with others, most especially his brother.

I personally don’t care for people that write him as cruel, vindictive, and spiteful. He’s tired, he’s wary, and he’s done. He’s bitter, yes, but he’s not trying to insult and roast people all of the time.

A very prominent common theme with the way that he's characterized is this idea that he’s angry all the time and insults Saeyoung and anyone who speaks to him. It's all too often that I see him written as if his only character trait is anger. It’s a shame, really. He’s a lot more than that and I think leaving him just to his anger and spite feels like people missed what he was saying during the SE. He’s very honest that he’s depressed and upset about life.

He's too tired to be angry. Honestly. If he tells people to go away or tries to push them away, it's because he's irritated and overwhelmed. He's overstimulated very easily. He's not trying to be mean for mean's sake. He's doing it because when you are overstimulated, you want to be alone. You want everybody and everything to go away because it's just too much. If that's not something that you've ever experienced, it's hard to imagine what it feels like to have the world screaming at you from the smallest sound.

He needs therapy and a support system, but he needs it on his time. A part of the reason why he struggles so much is that he was forced out of Mint Eye and into a hospital. He didn't get to even choose what was happening to him. He's never been able to choose what's happened to him. He's never had his own consent listened to.

Rika chose, V chose, and even Saeyoung chose. He’s not ever had a chance to decide what he wants in life. Saeyoung sold his life to send Saeran to safety, V failed in keeping Saeran in one space where he could breathe for a minute and be himself, and Rika stole him from the one spot he was slightly safe in and forced him into Mint Eye where he lost himself for years because of his trauma, torture, and grief.

Even when Mint Eye is destroyed, he didn’t get to decide if he wanted to go down with the ship or not. He was forced into a hospital where he had to deal with people poking, prodding, and all and all misunderstanding what he really needed. It’s no wonder he was fighting staff and trying to make everyone leave him alone. He wanted to be alone and think about the sky.

All he wanted was to look at the clouds all day and stop existing. Nobody was helping him properly during his stay in the hospital. It’s not easy to help someone with his level of trauma, but there was a failing on that part that can’t be denied. Saeran became a risk to himself, and that meant that Saejoong could’ve had the chance to find him and get rid of him.

Saeran needed to be in the hospital and get the right care, but Saeyoung decided that he had to break his twin out of there instead. Once again, Saeran was denied a choice and forced into doing what someone else wanted. Can you imagine that? Can you imagine living that way where you have never had a choice and everyone decided what you wanted for you?

Imagine what it would feel like to have someone decide what’s best for you when you’re a grown adult and you’re hurt. You wouldn’t enjoy that. Nobody would. Saeran doesn’t know how to feel. He lashes out at the people around him because he wants to be alone. His depression is hard on him. The lack of any control in his life makes him want to get rid of himself, and that’s his breaking point. Saeyoung won’t let him die and he has no choice.

He isn’t sure what he wants. A part of him wants to live to see the clouds and eat some ice cream, but another part of him is tired of being abused and forced to live without a say in what his life is. Saeran resides himself and gives up, deciding that he has to live.

He can look at the sky and he can rest. He can exist that way. It's not the ideal existence but it's not like he ever expected that he was going to have a good life. His depression is like a sponge and reading the SE can be difficult if you struggle in the same way he does, honestly.

He isn’t sure that he wants to live but again, he doesn’t have any choice in the matter because Saeyoung fights tooth and nail to try and help him even though he has no medical training and he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Saeyoung needs his therapy, too. They both need help for their trauma and grief.

They’re two broken boys that needed help a long time ago and they need it now. They’re not kids anymore, either. They don’t know each other at all. They’re not the same. If they're going to be able to heal, they have to relearn and reintroduce themselves to each other.

They're not going to be nice to each other right off the bat. It's going to be awkward as hell. I know that that frustrates some people because they want the brothers to be close again. But, it's true. They don't know each other. It's been half a decade. They don't know the other anymore. Even Saeyoung himself imagined Saeran as the sickly young boy that he left behind to protect. He struggles to imagine the adult Saeran.

Saeran imagines his brother was leaving him behind for no reason, and he thinks about crying himself to sleep thinking Saeyoung was dead. He has a hard time seeing adult Saeyoung because he’s so bitter and lost about the lies. They don't know what the other person is like anymore and that makes it even more strained.

I don't think they're ever going to have the close relationship that they had when they were kids. I just can't see that happening. That isn't to say that they're not going to find something that makes them more comfortable around each other. It also isn't to say that they can't build another decent relationship. It's not going to be what it was because they’re not those little boys anymore.

That's going to look different for everybody. Personally, I think that they're going to have a lot of tension for a while. They're going to be hard days. Days where they fight, days where they don't talk, and days where they're okay. You never know what the day is going to be. Saeyoung is on eggshells trying not to hurt or upset Saeran, and Saeran is on eggshells because Saeyoung keeps coddling him and he hates it.

Neither of them will just say "leave me alone right now, we can talk later."

What they need to do is communicate. They need to talk about their boundaries and what's okay and what's not okay. It's just not easy to have those conversations. This is why I wish the two of them were in therapy and learning about how to properly digest this information.

It's also a major reason why I wrote conflict and strife in my SE fic, [Iris], to include this uncomfortable tension. There's going to come a day where they're able to talk to each other about things, but it's not going to happen all at once. They're going to have to break this down day by day. It's not easy to open up Old Wounds. But, I think they'll get there. It's just going to take some time. I think that they need to heal themselves first before they can work on those conversations.

I don't think that it's ever going to be completely okay. But, I think there's going to come a time where Saeran can look at his brother and smile. It’s not going to be soon, but there will be a day when he’s happy his brother is with him. I think it hits him during the moments when things are quiet. When he is sitting with Saeyoung watching a movie or they're outside watching the stars. Even when they get to a healthy point, they don't talk a lot. They just hang out quietly and that's that. It's... different but they have to learn how to be brothers again since they were strangers for years.

If you want a really good take on how I see their bond, Iris is a good story to read because I spend a long time trying to define their conflict. They have tension but they come together when things really matter.

As far as that RFA photo goes? That's another personal gripe of mine that nobody talks about. Saeran isn't comfortable with them. Are you going to be comfortable around the people you stalked and followed for months after you realize you were wrong? Not just that, Jumin is a reminder that V's dead... and Saeran's hands are caked in blood he's constantly trying to clean away and it won't leave. Yoosung is a huge reminder of Rika because his presence is something that reminds him that there are some people who will continue to feel for Rika in a positive way even after the accident. Now, he doesn't hate the RFA, he doesn't hate Jumin or Yoosung.

But, being around them is like suffocating on V and Rika. He doesn't blame Yoosung or Jumin. But you cannot control your triggers and they've become triggers. He has no relationship with the RFA in this ending. None. Those are Saeyoung and MC's friends. As far as I'm sure of, Saeran's only "friend" is MC and even that's strained. He's only interacting with MC and Saeyoung, and maybe his therapist... maybe the ice cream parlor he visits? Nobody else.

#character analysis #ask #mod kait #se saeran #saeran choi #choi saeran #saeyoung choi #choi saeyoung #mystic messenger #mysme #mysticmessenger #mm

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White Wolf, Black Wolf: Yuji and Geto

Dualism, is a common theme in Jujutsu Kaisen. There’s a difference between binary opposites and a completementary pair. Binary opposites supposes that two ideas are complete opposites of eachother, they are enemies and therefore cannot coexist. Death is the opposite of life. However, ideas like the concept of yin and yang suggest that these pairs are not opposites, or even enemies, they just exist alongside one another. The feminine yin contains a single dot of the masculine yang energy inside of it and vice versa.

This pattern repeats itself with both Geto and Yuji. Two characters who seem like they are complete opposites, enemies, hero and villain and yet have far more in common with one another than one might thing. Each of them represented by a wolf, Yuji the white wolf, and Geto the black.

Dualism - describing how seemingly opposite or contrary forces may actually be complementary, interconnected, and interdependent in the natural world, and how they may give rise to each other as they interrelate to one another.

1. You and the Worst Person You Know Have More in Common than You Thought

Both Yuji and Geto are sharing their body with another existence. Not only that but a sorcerer from the previous era. Sukuna started out as a sorcerer, and one from the golden age of sorcerers. We don’t know who is in Geto yet, but they’ve made it clear several times that they’re not a sorcerer from this era, mockingly referring to the sorcerers of this era as beneath them. The difference is, Yuji is the dominant personality and Geto is the subordinate one. They even fight for control of their body in the same way, by grabbing their neck.

Both Yuji and Geto have died, and then been improbably brought back to life one time already and had their body healed by the same person who seeks to steal their body. They also both died in front of their other half, their friend, Yuji dies heroically in front of Megumi sacrificing himself so Megumi doesn’t have to call Mahoraga, and Geto dies as a villain after his plan has failed executed by Gojo. Even the days they die are opposites, Geto dies in a clear sky and Yuji dies in the rain.

They both eat curses. Geto eats them physically in order to store them and use them later. Yuji consumes Sukuna’s fingers in order to grow stronger. Geto’s Jujutsu is themed around his stomach, Sukuna’s is cooking themed.

Yuji and Geto are both have savior / martyr imagery attached to them. They’re both people who have died, and come back from the dead at least once, and the jesus imagery with Geto is clear and explicitly referenced in hidden inventory.

Yuji wants to be strong like Gojo, but it’s clear he follows Geto’s philosophy of wanting to save as many people as possible. What motivates him isn’t a clear and strong sense of individualism, but rather the idea that the strong are duty bound to help the weak. Even when Geto’s completely out of his mind he’s still guided by that principle, if he has the strength to do it, then he’s duty bound to try to change the world in the way he sees fit. The thing with Geto is his ideals are warped, but they’re still ideals, he has principles guiding him. These ideals also shockingly sound similiar to what Yuji says, and the burdens he wants to carry.

It’s something that doesn’t change about Geto from the start to the end of Hidden Invenotry, the strong are obligated to help the weak, it’s just Geto flipped. he sees the sorcerers as the weak and oppressed people, and the masses as the strong ones.

Geto and Yuji are both people heavily preoccupied with doing the right thing, whereas Gojo and Megumi kind of don’t care (Gojo) / have already accepted the fact (Megumi) that they’re not really saving people with their actions. Geto and Yuji are reckless saviors, they kind of just want to save everybody they see suffering in front of them immediately without thinking through the consequences of their actions. It’s never been seriously analyzed why Yuji feels so deadset on saving others, but from early on he seems to like the idea that it’s a burden that only he can take on himself. It’s something he must duty. The same way that Geto binds himself by the idea of duty.

Geto and Yuji are just people who will take the whole world on their shoulders, and this isn’t just a parallel I’m making it’s one directly made by the narrative. When worrying about Yuji’s future, Yaga thinks directly of Geto someone who became overwhelmed by everything on is shoulders.

Geto wasn’t able to carry on as he once did, because he couldn’t carry the regret with him. That’s the parallel that the story is making with Yuji, that’s the danger Yuji is in.

2. Worst Person You Know Makes a Good Point

Chapter 132 there’s a definite change in Yuji’s demeanor. While we haven’t seen the full results of his change yet, not only has he been phsically scarred on his face, but it’s clear the deaths of Nanami, the people killed by Sukuna, all have served to harden him. Nanami wanted Yuji to remain a child a little bit longer, but Yuji has now become a jujutsu sorcerer. However, the words he declares to Mahito have two clear connections to Geto. One, it’s what Geto said to Gojo to stop him from slaughtering the star plasma vessel cult in the moment.

Gojo has feelings of course, but he’s not moved by them the same way that Geto and Yuji are. Gojo was in need of a tether in that moment and Geto’s words became his tether. Remember Gojo became so powerful as the strongest one he felt like he was capable of anything without feeling it, even slaughtering people on mass, but in that moment Geto became the link that held him back and reminded him he was human.

What’s ironic is that Gojo was moved by Geto’s words and held himself back, whereas Geto wasn’t. It was Gojo who stuck to those words a year after the fact. He was the strongest, but he doesn’t ever act unless he carefully considers it. He doesn’t just throw power around or slaughter people the way that Geto does.

What Yuji is vowing to do right now, following his duty as a jujutsu sorcerer without even thinking about it, is exactly what drove Geto apeshit bananas (you see because he loves monkeys so much. It’s a, ‘yknow, it’s one of them jokes).

Yuji thinks he can just keep going on without thinking and being nothing more than a cog, but it’s exactly that kind of mechanical subservience that completely wore out Geto. Simply going through the motions without questioning it is given to us as the exact reason for Geto’s downfall, it’s one of the most chilling sequences in the manga.

People aren’t machines, and they aren’t gears, they break down when they try to conform that way. So while it’s understandable Yuji would want to push away all his thoughts in the moment, it’s also not healthy.

The reason Geto became the way he is, is because he realized the laws he was obeying weren’t as fair as he thought they were. He thought it was his duty, and obligation to help the masses, until he looked at his actions with closer scrutiny and realized that wasn’t really what motivated him. Geto thought what he was doing was good, that he would save people, but then Riko’s death was a reality check to him that no one was getting saved by the current system. Yuji seems to have done the opposite of Geto so far. Perhaps I won’t save people. Perhaps I’m just a cog in the machine and my actions truly don’t matter as long as I can keep fighting with my comrades as a jujutsu sorcerer. However, that’s probably not going to work for him.

Yuji’s current comfort in his moment of crisis is that he’s fighting together with all of his comrades, that he carries the wishes of people like Nanami and that’s why he has to keep going, but Yuji also might not have comrades in the jujutsu world after this. We already see people like Kusakabe beginning to turn against him because of Sukuna’s rampage in Shibuya.

So my intention in all of this is to say it’s not black and white. (Because, get it?? black wolf, white wolf??? Okay, I’m sorry I’ll shut up). Geto wasn’t an entirely bad person, there was good in him too. There was still good in him. This is what Getwo says when he’s beating on Yuji, that if Geto had used his forces more like disposable pawns instead of family telling them to fall back and making sure they all lived he would have won.

The worst person you know, was still a human being who loved his family with all of is heart. Ideas like this challenge Yuji’s simplified reasons for fighting, and his naive view of the world.

At the end of the day Yuji and Geto have lots of similarities. They’re opposite colors, Geto black, Yuji white, but they are both still wolves. They’re both moved by deep emotions they feel at the pit of their stomachs. They’re both people who sympathize with others and want to save them, and at the same time get angry and want to kill their enemies. None of this is bad about Yuji in fact it’s what makes him unique among shonen protagonist, he’s not a wholly good person, but just as flawed as anyone else in the story. Nobara’s crazy, Megumi’s crazy, Gojo’s crazy, and then there’s Yuji who should have been the normal one who grew up with a normal life and who is just as crazy as all the rest.

If anything the parallels between Yuji and Geto show that Yuji is someone who has the chance to grow stronger than Geto by learning from Geto’s fault. Geto tried to carry too much, until the burden of saving the world broke him and he decided he could only save a few people the rest were just monkeys. It’s up to Yuji now to figure out what saving people means, and how he can help others without getting destroyed by the sense of responsibility or just killing himself and dying before he’s helped a single person. However, for Yuji to learn to be better he actually has to think about these things.

That’s also the second parallel to the “I don’t need to think about it’ Scene. (Besides, Sukuna who also declares that he’ll kill for no reason.) In the original Geto fight in the prequel manga Yuta declares this. He doesn’t know whether Geto is right or not, he doesn’t know anything about the world of Jujutsu he just wants to protect his friends.

Geto calls him egotistical. In the sense that just like a child, he’s only really thinking about himself and his own emotions. Of course Yuta thinks that way because he is a child, a traumatized teenager at that. However, one important detail about this fight is defeating Geto did not cause him to go away. Killing him didn’t actually fix the problem. Geto just came back a year later with somebody else in his body.

I think this is all leading up to a point for Yuji where he gives some serious self examination as a protagonist. It’s not enough for Yuji to just defeat his enemies. We even see that when after is triumphant moment with Mahito, Geto just wipes the floor with him.

Jujutsu Kaisen presents a very complex world, that’s not just black and white, not just winning and losing. The next big step in Yuji’s character development is probably going to be realizing this. That he needs to seriously think about his reason. That he needs to think about what he wants to do in the future. It’s not enough for him to sacrifice his life to save someone else, he’s not a hero, or some martryr to a cause. I think the most important thing Yuji has to learn at the end of all of this is to actually live, and find out why he’s alive instead of resigning himself to the fact that he’ll get executed one day. It’s only then Yuji will be able to reach his full potential as both a jujutsu sorcerer and a person.

He’s just a kid you know? The theme of the manga is kids should get to be kids. Yuji should get to grow up just like everybody else, instead of dying before he’s even old because he ate Sukuna’s finger to help someone else.

#itadori yuji #yuji itadori #geto suguru #suguru geto #jjk meta #jujutsu kaisen meta #jujutsu kaisen theory #jujutsu kaisen analysis #jujutsu kaisen

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b0rista · 3 years

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— 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄, 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍, & 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐎 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐃. ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: language, because i can't form sentences without using "fuck" every other word JDJD.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: i only made this modern because i desperately wanted to include marco to the fullest leave me aloneEffsg. gn! reader, and i went pretty lengthy on this one so beneath the cut is where the headcanons start :)

𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓: bearbrickjia on instagram!

by far, the best friend group to have. everyone balances one another out, and it's a perfectly imperfect mesh of teenagers.

there's jean, the group's centerpiece. he's the alpha of the posse, usually working as their own personal line leader whenever they're caught doing something as a group. he'll never admit it, but he's also the dad friend. of course, he's more of a "i wish i never gave birth to you oh my god please leave me alone also i love you" type than the stereotypical dad friend.

there's marco, the glue holding the group together. unsurprisingly, he's the calm, kindhearted support system that balances out the cokeheads, keeping them all sturdy. without a doubt, the group would fall apart without him. they need him, okay!! and by "them," i mean jean and yourself. marco, never change.

following up, there's connie & sasha, the wonder twins. their roles are pretty self explanatory, given their natural rambunctiousness. they're the two that hang out outside of the group the most, for obvious reasons. they're the crackhead siblings that bring life to the group, despite the hot water they typically land the others in. through their antics and their comic relief, they're irreplaceable. still, it's easy to want to strangle them sometimes.

next, there's you! because you're the reader, i won't name any specifics, but you're greatly cherished. you mark your place in the crew through various ways, having a unique relationship with each and every member. when he's in need of a breather outside of his typical nest (AKA marco), jean hits your line. if you're needing any kind of assistance with literally anything ever, marco's there to help. craving some chaos? bitch, connie & sasha have GOT YOU.

the main hangout spot is jean's house, 100%. not only has his mom practically adopted the whole squad, but there's only two people living there, so it isn't crowded. connie banned literally all four of you from his place, lmao. there was too many people there, and his family lives to humiliate him.

the group has this one policy, set down by yourself and jean: four piece maximum. this is directed solely towards sasha, of course, considering her tendency to raid her friends' fridges entirely of any food. if she's ever caught rummaging through a fridge for longer than necessary, it's the home owner's duty to shout, "four piece minimum!"

^ it never fails to startle her 😭. one time, she hit her head so hard on the fridge ceiling at jean's house she had to use a bag of frozen peas to soothe the swelling.

then, she proceeded to eat the thawed out peas. jean gagged.

the inside jokes? endless. all it takes is one word from a single event, and the five of you are losing your shit. it's cute, to be honest, how overzealous you all get from a single instance from months ago.

"ha. heh. hee."

"what is it?"

"ngGhh,, chEDDAR TIDDIES-"

"AHHHHHAGAGSHHDJF-"

if there are any inside jokes formed between two group members that isn't shared with the rest of them, there will be immediate bitterness. one time, you and sasha were giggling to yourselves over some druggie named jerry who'd tried selling baskets of rotten cherries to the two of you during a gas station haul— the boys were not having it. what the fuck were you doing without them, "friends"?

right before starting your guys' senior year of highschool, the five of you were on a group facetime when you all sent your schedules into group chat. due to the scarceness of your soon-to-be-majors, absolutely none of you had any classes together. you had a single lunch period with connie while marco had one with jean, but that was about it. it was,, a dramatic discovery. sasha fucking screamed.

"i have nothing with nobody!"

"calm down, sash-"

"you have lunch with y/n! LUNCH! that's my place, lunch. this is despicable, this is evil, this is a braus hate crime-"

yeah, she didn't take it that well. it's okay, doe. the four of you made a special effort during your passing periods, giving sasha enough of a fix for her to make it through each and every day.

it isn't like the five of you don't hang out outside of the classroom, either!! if you hadn't already made plans during that week, the weekend is where you absolutely thrive as a group. study sessions that always shift into exclusive house parties, lunches spent at your favorite places, the occasional visit to the movie theater, and so on. with a mini crowd like that, it's hard for any of you to get bored.

jean's hopeless crush on mikasa is a big factor in your friendship. when everyone minus marco (because he's an angel) isn't mercilessly teasing him, you're all trying to actually help the fucker score the girl. from talking him up obnoxiously enough whereas she'll hear, or flat out telling her to give him a chance, it's an actual effort. though, it's unfortunately all to no avail. shawty's too smitten with eren to even consider her options.

^ with that being said, the four of you have to give jean the "there are other fish in the sea" scoop more often than you'd like to admit.

group cuddles. that's that.

because he's the tallest and therfore the longest (probably, depending on your height), everybody has a chosen body part of jean's to latch onto during naps. connie has one leg while you have the other, and sasha keeps her head rested on his shoulder. marco's at the very bottom, entangling his legs in your own. somehow, this is heaven for jean. he'll never admit to it, though. as far as any of you are concerned, he HATES IT.

ranking from #1 as the best and #5 as the worst, these are the rated group therapists: ⇩︎

#1: marco. self explanatory, he's an amazing listener and provides supremely good advice. that, and he'd literally rather die than let any of his friends internalize anything they're dying to let loose.

#2: you. really, you're just a lot better than jean or connie. sasha's okay at it, but she's not the best at rationalizing, leaving you at second best. basically, when marco isn't available, you're where the freak shows go. marco goes to you about things, too.

#3: sasha. again, she's just a loT better than the final two. sasha's a sweetheart! she's empathetic, and nonjudgmental. we love her in this house.

#4: connie. also somewhat of a sweetheart, although not as much as sasha. he'll drop a shit ton of humor into serious conversations, making them just a tad bit more tolerable.

#5: jean. look, he's a great friend! however, he isn't all that empathetic, and he'll have some trouble understanding. still, he would try his hardest to make you or the other three feel better :,)).

in a modern universe, i know damn well connie's a half-assed stoner 30% of the time. he doesn't light up all that often, and he doesn't tell anybody about it, even you guys. mainly because marco will grill him for it DJFK. however, you stumbled upon his mini marijuana stash and he was like ahh, shit. you didn't really care doe, his secret is safe with you. you, however, now have DIRT on him.

matching bracelets that you all made for eachother yEars ago but never wear 🥺🥺.

many, many, many poly relationship jokes. only jokes, though. some people take it too literally, which y'all just laugh at.

there's a miniature rivalry going on between you and another nearby friend group: reiner, bertholdt, annie, ymir, and christa. of course, all of you are friends, it's all fun in games— most of the time, anyway. it's a funny rivalry, and you guys go at it quite a bit.

one of your guys' most intense debates is whether or not marco has freckles on his dick.

he,, refuses to show any of you, or even anSweR you.

"you act like we can't just check whenever we use the urinals, man."

"CONNIE-"

now, marco refuses to go to the bathroom at the same time as any of the boys <\33.

the group band? black eyed peas.

#aot #attack on titan #aot x reader #attack on titan headcanons #aot scenario #aot headcanons #jean kirschtien #marco bodt #connie springer #sasha braus #snk #shingeki no kyojin #snk headcanons #snk x reader #jean kirstein #sasha blouse

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anxious-little-faicye · 4 years

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CAMP UNUS ANNUS SAFETY RULES!

Rule #1 - Always remember the BS (Buddy System).

Rule #2 - When confronted by a bear (depending on the type of bear), confront it back and make lots of noises. But keep in mind, only do that for Black Bears.

Rule #3 - Bears can't get through the polyurethane of a tent. Plastic repels nature, since it's not of this world.

Rule #4 - The forest doesn't give a damn about you. Arrogance will get you nowhere.

Rule #5 - If you're stuck in a tree alone and two people happen to come across you, they are buddies. Don't just assume because another human life is nearby that they're obligated to help you.

Rule #6 - You help those in need though.

Rule #7 - Communication is key.

Rule #8 - Look, scan, observe, react, run.

How to survive a bear attack:

Rule #9 / Step Number 1 - Evaluate, determine which type of bear it is that it's attacking you.

Rule #10 - If the bear grunts twice it's a Grizzly, if it grunts three times then it's a Polar Bear.

Rule #11 - When dealing with Polar Bears, the biggest thing you want to do is make sure that you're covered head to doe, with as much armor as possible (sleeping bags work just fine).

Rule #12 / Step Number 2 - Try to maintain silence, maybe it'll go away on it's own.

Rule #13 / Step Number 3 - If step 2 fails, abandon all coverage plans, because clearly it's not going to work. However, you don't need to worry, because your tent is safe as long as the bear doesn't claim it as it's own by attracting other bears as competition.

Rule #14 - It is very important that when you go shopping for your tent (or you're finding your tent), you get one that's strong, triple layer made of the highest quality material.

Rule #15 - If the bear attacks with a gun, make sure you cover all of the important parts of your body. The smaller the target the harder it is for a bear to get you.

Rule #16 / Step Number 4 - This is an emergency step, you would never do this unless you were in a extremely dangerous situation... just run. With the help of your buddy (don't forget the buddy system!) you will roll the tent from the inside away from the bear.

Rule #17 - It's important to remember where your tent was when you pitched it.

Rule #18 - At this point the bear should be very intimidated by your skill and athleticism. It may think you and your buddy are now one large creature.

Rule #??? - RAGE, rage against the dying of the light...

Rule #19 - After all that escaping protocol, the bear should be gone by now. But in the case that it's not, just keep going rolling away in the tent.

Rule #20 - Bears are afraid of the sunlight, they can't handle it's intense heat.

Rule #21 / Step Number 5 - And finally, to escape the tent, you have to find it's weakest point and destroy it.

Rule #22 - Nature it's a dangerous place filled with evil, horrible monstrosities that are beautiful in their own way.

How to safely bury your friend:

Rule #23 - Carcasses can attract bears and other wildlife that are opportunistic scavenges.

Rule #24 - For this process you're going to need a shovel and a buddy.

Rule #25 - Don't forget the Buddy System (B.S) or you will DIE.

Rule #26 - The first thing you're going to do is search the area for a proper place for a burial. You want a place with some soft dirt, plenty of open space, and not too near to the campsite.

Rule #27 - Dig six feet down (at the least), so you can put their feet first, then head at the top.

Rule #28 - Your dead body will grow into the environment.

Author's Note: ... I don't trust counselors Mark and Ethan.

Rule #29 - B.D.S.B (Bearing Doesn't Stop Bears)

Rule #30 - You are also going to need a quality shovel that can break through. You want a sharpen blade and a good foot rest.

Rule #31 - Do not, under ANY circumstances, mention the Tactical Shovel to counselor Mark.

Rule #32 - When you're digging a grave you should bring water, remember to stay hydrated!

Rule #33 - You can only absorbe so much sweat you produce. After a while it gets unhealthy, because your body can't filter out the bad water that you produce.

Rule #34 - You piss out of your skin when you can't piss out of anywhere else. So if you drink that, but then you piss it out again, then it becomes Super Piss (and that's not good to consume). But if you drink that then it turns into Ultra Piss, which is very valuable but bad to ingest. It's also incredible dangerous because, while bees can smell fear, they can also see the vapors from the Ultra Piss. So, although rare and easy to sell to a high price, it would attract thousands of bees.

Rule #35 - B.E.C.W.U.B (Be Extra Careful With [the] Ultra B[P]iss)

Rule #36 - The forest is one of the most polluted places, you can't get a breath of fresh air.

Rule #37 - Your buddy is always a breath of fresh air. (Hey, please don't do what Mark and Ethan did on the video, COVID-19 is still a very, very real thing.)

Rule #38 - Once you are done digging the grave, lay the body on a fetal position. Remember to really support the spine.

Rule #39 - If you can, get a standing grave, it's great for the spine.

Rule #40 - You can feel more productive when you are standing.

Author's Note: ... I really, REALLY don't trust counselors Mark and Ethan. I knew that bacon tasted kinda odd-

Rule #41 - Now all that's left to do is lay your friend to rest.

Rule #42 - Now you can go ahead and say words of rememberness, a testament to their life.

Rule #43 - The truth is the nicest gift you can give anybody.

Rule #44 - If you listen closely when your friend is later rest, you can hear their soul whisper their final thoughts.

Rule #45 - Remember to hit counselor Mark with a stick for waking us up at 6 am using a pan.

Rule #46 - Team building is the most important part of being on a camp. Because you may have your buddy, but we are all a team.

Rule #47 - Trust is the very foundation of any team.

Rule #48 - At any moment your buddy can need you. You'll never know when a bear is going to strike, when a chipmunk is going to go rabid, when a raccoon is going to be sneaky. You've got to be prepared for anything. And above all, you need to be prepared to catch your buddy if they fall.

Rule #49 - When you're in the nature, you are going to be climbing on a lot of things. They may be slippery surfaces, you may be not sure of your footing. You've got to be prepared at any time to catch your buddy.

Rule #50 - The higher the fall the greater the trust. Anyone from your team could be falling at any moment, make sure to catch them.

Rule #51 - Trust counselors Mark and Ethan...?

Rule #52 - Your buddy can fall in any direction, you've got to be ready.

Rule #53 - With a trust fall you've got to trust your buddy, but you gotta trust yourself too.

Rule #54 - No better way to exhibit a team than to show your strength together (by making a human pyramid).

Rule #55 - Tug of War, classic team building from earliest man. Get a rope and you pull, but you've got to make two teams so you can compete and defeat their respective enemy (and they need to die).

Rule #56 - Don't forget, it's hot outside, so make sure you wear your sunscreen and drink plenty of water.

Rule #57 - Start in the middle (the knot needs to be in the middle), and whoever gets it to the point where the winner is obvious.... well, wins precisely.

Author's Note: UNUS! UNUS! UNUS! UN- oh, nevermind.

Rule #58 - The next most important part of team-building is sharing. Sharing with eachother is basically bonding. You learn from eachother, you have openness with eachother, and so on.

Rule #59 - The clue to win Three Legged Pace is coordination.

Rule #60 - It's always important when you go out outside to be prepared, and of course, bring water.

Rule #61 - Make sure to keep cool when you're in the wilderness, it is important for survival. And when you're done drinking water, you can play a little football with your friend using the leftover bottle.

Rule #62 - While playing Three Legged Egg Balance, remember to keep a steady "one-two" rhythm.

Rule #63 - FIRE IS NO JOKE. Don't play around with it.

Rule #64 - Knowing how to built a fire is one of the most important skills at Camp Unus Annus. With it you can cook your food, disinfect your water, clean your clothes, stay warm and call grandma.

Rule #65 - And if your grandparents are death, stare deeply into the fire until you see their face swim out of the flames.

Rule #66 - Fire is spelled F-I-R-T. Sorry, I don't make the rules.

Author's Note: Wait a second, are they not Camp Counselors?-

How to built a fire:

Rule #67 / Step Number 1 - Be aware of the current threat level for forest fires. Right now it's midnight. That's B, for Be aware.

Rule #68 / Step Number 2 - Kindling. Be aware, get kindling, find perfect stick (B.A.G.K.F.P.S)

Rule #69 (nice) - Remember, if you want to start a fire get your bag of piss.

Rule #70 / Last Step - Friction. The friction of the stick (zooming around in circles) against the friction of a wooden piece creates smoke signals. The smoke signals will travel to your candling and say "Hey, catch on fire." And in response it will sometimes go "Okay" in an umberwear farm. The umbers are what leads to the fire in an it case of a FIRE. Very important.

Rule #71 - Always have a fire extinguisher (preferably water) just in case something goes wrong.

Rule #72 - Put your prefect stick on your wood base and start rubbing said stick against it.

Rule #73 - Gently blow the base after rubbing the stick, fire needs oxygen to grow.

Rule #74 - If you manage to make a hole through the base, leave the stick there and start spinning it. With the power of insertion, if you get it going fast enough, flames should ignite.

Rule #75 - Fire needs to be seduced.

Rule #76 - To produce the flames you need to sin.

Rule #77 - Satan knows.

Rule #78 - For the love of God, keep counselor Mark away from sharp objects.

Author's Note: ... Does anyone else see the weird man dressed in a black suit outside or it's just me...?

Rule #79 - No matter what goals you may have in life, a little bit of hard work, a little bit of determination, a bit of luck gets you anywhere.

Author's note: Yay escape room! I love those!

Rule #80 - Beware of counselor Evan throwing things at the tents.

Rule #81 - On daytime the bats are squirrels, but on nighttime they are vampires. For this reason you shouldn't be around bats, or they will suck your blood.

Rule #82 - Counselor Mark really loves riddles.

Rule #83 - Stay six feet away from the trees to avoid being attacked by a squirrel.

Rule #84 - The most dangerous things about the deers are their antlers and hooves.

Rule #85 - To survive the snakes you need to: Look, Observe, Scan, React, Run (L.O.S.R.R)

Author's Note: Counselor Ethan is fucking smart, fight me. Also, shout out to counselor Amy because not once have I mentioned her and she's amazing.

Rule #86 - Run away from Mark. JUST RUN.

Rule #87 - Tragically, counselor Mark has turned into the beast called Neanderthalensis Marconius, also known as HeeHoo.

Rule #88 - HeeHoo feeds himself with wild Takis, roaming around the woods butt naked and in solitude...

Rule #89 - If you wish to communicate with the HeeHoo, there are sounds he will react to: Unus Annus.

(And here it is, after nights of work I present to you the -not so official- Unus Annus Rule Manual! This has been a blast, I am so glad I could finally finish it. Camp Unus Annus was absolutely amazing in every sense of the word, thanks Mark, Ethan, Amy and Evan for the experience!)

@tiny-crecher (I am SO sorry-)

@markiplier @crankgameplays

#Unus Annus #Camp Unus Annus #Camp Unus Annus Rules #Rule Manual #Safety rules #rules #camp #markiplier #crankgameplays #youtube #youtubers #list #HeeHoo #memes #original post

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koshicoast · 3 years

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A few shinkami headcannons because I love them more than anything

Shinsou has a growth spurt and practically towers over Denki by their second year (for all intents and purposes, Shinsou has always been in class 1A)

Denki grows a little bit but not that much, he’s not complaining though, he gets Shinsou to grab stuff on the top shelve for him or has him hang up posters in higher places in his room (the only downside is that he has to get on his tippy toes for kisses but usually Shinsou will just bend down like a good boyfriend)

They go on dates every Sunday, It’s their day and it doesn’t matter what they’re doing as long as it’s just the two of them

They could be studying or doing homework or exercising or anything really and they’ll call it a date

The rest of the class knows better than to try and contact either boy on Sunday

“Normies worship Jesus on Sunday but I worship Shinsou” - Denki, at one point in time

Shinsou loves playing with denki’s hair, he buys different kinds of hair clips just to put them in denki’s hair

he just likes how the colors pop out

He especially likes to see purple hair clips in denki’s hair

Tbh it doesn’t have to be hair clips, it could be a scrunchie or a rubber band or a headband; as long as it’s purple it does wonders to shinsou’s heart

Denki likes playing with shinsou’s hair too but more than that he likes seeing Shinsou in yellow clothing

Shinsou doesn’t wear bright colors a lot usually sticking with black or cool tone colors

But when he does wear yellow, Denki just gets all mushy no matter how small it is

It could be yellow earrings or socks or something and Denki will wear a love sick expression all day

Despite being in the hero course, Shinsou still gets incredibly insecure about his quirk and how some people only see him as a villain

Denki, without fail or hesitation, tells Shinsou what a great hero he’s gonna be, he talks about how Shinsou is gonna inspire a new wave of underground heroes and how he’s gonna be some kid’s Aizawa one day and how proud he is of him (The first time he said that, it makes Shinsou sob. It makes denki cry too bc he’s a sympathetic crier so they just lay in bed holding eachother)

He also tells Shinsou how no matter who’s the number one hero, Shinsou will always have first place in his heart. And that Shinsou is just as much as any other hero out there and even a little more because he’ll be underground

Denki just loves his boyfriend so much and whoever planted the idea that some quirks are just made for evil is going to get electrocuted >:(

Denki will also pepper Shinsou in kisses saying things like ‘you are so kind’ ‘you’re an amazing person’ ‘I love you so much’ ‘You’re my hero’ and just a bunch of stuff so by the end of their heart to heart Shinsou is feeling a lot better

Denki gets insecure about how ‘dumb’ he is and how he’ll probably just end up hurting civilians or himself before he hurts a villain

Shinsou hates how that’s how Denki views himself because Denki is one of the kindest people in the world and doesn’t even realize it like the first time Denki told him that insecurity, Shinsou looked at him and was like ‘are you..you’re serious? Denks, You’re one of the most clever people I know’

Whenever Denki mentions it, Shinsou he just squeezes the blonde and lets him cry out his frustrations before telling him that ‘he’s not an idiot or stupid and that it’s okay not to understand something as fast as others and that it’s okay to learn differently and it’s okay’ (Shinsou will always try not to cry but a few tears fall anyways bc he just wants denks to be happy without feeling like he’s a fuckup)

Shinsou never lets Denki call himself an idiot or stupid, even in a joking way.

They don’t fight a lot because of their personalities like

Denki is a people’s person and is really in tune with other’s emotions and by default is a pacifist unless otherwise

Shinsou isn’t a people’s person but he’s observant due to his quirk bc of how he’s been treated in the past, he’s also good at picking up on people’s body language

Most times it’s just small disagreements and even then they communicate the best they can and try to compromise

If that doesn’t work then they’ll give each other space so the disagreement won’t turn into something ugly

They’ve only fought once and it was the worst (and best) thing for them

The fight happened after a mock rescue mission goes wrong and there were weeks of stress and tension leading up to it

It was messy and bad like really bad

“I just don’t get why you have to run into danger!” Denki screamed. The whole dorm could probably hear them but he didn’t care, not when his boyfriend was looking at him like he just lost his mind.

It was supposed to be a simple training exercise. Simple. Go in, defeat villains, rescue the ‘hostages’. It was not that simple.

*insert how badly the mission went and Shinsou ran towards the danger to help or smth idk*

It gets pretty rough between the two of them because they’re both pretty emotional people

Shinsou thinks denki doesn’t want him to be a hero and denki thinks Shinsou doesn’t want to be with him

It’s a lot of insecurities + stress + yelling

Denki is the first one to break, he’s a lot more emotionally sensitive than Toshi and everything is just crashing down and he hates it

“Do you just not want to be with me?!” He cries, unable to keep the tears at bay any more. He hates arguing with people, especially when that person happens to be his boyfriend. He gets it, he does! Toshi is training to become a hero and so is he but that doesn’t make it easier. Doesnt stop the shot of fear whenever he watches the other get hurt, doesn’t stop the late night self deprecation, doesn’t stop the anxiety he gets whenever he sees Toshi run head first into danger.

But he gets it and somehow it’s a bitter realization.

Because Hitoshi’s priority is the job they signed up for and Denki’s is Hitoshi.

The fight ends with tears on both their parts and they call it a night, too tired to scream anymore

They sleep in their own rooms that night

The next morning they agree to take a break, not a full break up, but some time away. Space away from each other to prioritize and think.

(Now ive seen fanfics where everyone picks denki over Shinsou and i hate that so fuck you, class 1A are both their friends and they’re all family and try and to help each other I will die with that statement)

Surprisingly the two most helpful people are Bakugou and Kirishima

(Actually not that surprising, they’re the longest couple in the whole class, dating immediately after Kamino)

Bakugou and denki have a heart to heart

“You’re both dumbasses” Katsuki sighs heavy, passing another tissue over to the sobbing blonde. He’s not good at these kinds of things, but Kirishima told him he could help the electric blonde more than he could so here he is. “You gonna tell me what’s wrong or just cry?” He asks, not without a hint of worry though. He pretends to ignore it.

So denki tells him everything and his insecurities

Oh. Yeah, Kirishima was right.

“You think I’m an idiot” Denki mutters quietly, harshly rubbing his eyes.

“No” The older blonde shakes his head, plopping down on the bed next to the other. He doesn’t turn to meet yellow eyes, his own trained on the All Might poster hanging directly across from them. He feels Pikachu’s curious gaze on him so he decides to elaborate more, knowing the sooner he helps the sooner he doesn’t have to deal with this anymore. It’s totally not because he’s gotten soft. Absolutely not.

“Trust me, Zombie Eyes looks at you like you put the fucking stars in the sky. It’s disgusting to watch.” He crinkles his nose in disgust earning a small laugh. “People like him and I, we gotta work twice as hard. Not saying that no one else does but it’s different.” He stresses the last word. “People like Ei or Deku or even you, people already see you as good so all you gotta do is get stronger. They don’t question your character, your morals, they don’t look down on you for having a weakness. People like Zombie Eyes and I though?we gotta work hard just to prove that we’re good. That we were meant to become heroes. Every action we do is put under a microscope and analyzed.” He explains.

“We’re assholes by default, It’s how we were raised. Not saying it as an excuse though. He was in the shitty system and I had shitty parents, no adult taught us shit like love or how to properly deal with feelings.”

Stupid Deku tried with him but he didn’t even know how to deal with his own much less some angry blond kid’s.

He takes a deep breath, pushing back faint memories of his childhood. The younger hasn’t said a word but he can tell he’s listening so it’s fine. “We can’t just turn off how we are. If it’s frustrating for you and Ei, It’s worse for us. Like we know logically that we’re good people, that we changed but that’s now how our brain sees it. We push ourselves because that’s all we know how to do, it proves to us and everyone else that we bled for our spot here. That we made it. Having friends is hard because we compare ourselves to them and draw our own conclusions to their actions. Being nice? Our brain says it’s a trap. Showing some human fucking decency? Our shitty brain says it’s an act. Being in a relationship? Laughable. We’re just villains pretending to play heroes to everyone else.”

He takes another deep breath, forcing himself to look away from the poster, flashbacks to their first year briefly passing in his head. Okay yeah, not going down that route. He looks over, making eye contact. He wonders if this is how Kirishima feels whenever he’s trying to cheer him up. Wonders if it’s just as hard. This better be worth it, everyone has been miserable. (Shitty thing about having been through life and death situations together is that everyone has bonded and become close like a family so when one of them is sad it’s like everyone is fucking sad.) (He loathes it because even he gets worried.)

“But despite that he still loves you.” He says softly, almost whispering like he’s telling the other a secret. “Fights his demons to hold your hand and all that shit”

Shinsou loves him? Loves him?

“How do you.. how do you know?” Denki whispers, throat sore. “We fought so badly last night, we were screaming at eachother.”

“He treats you the same way I treat Ei.” He answers,

“He changed his priorities around to try and accommodate for another person in his life, you became more important than training or studying. He takes days off to be with you, cuts his studying short if you need a break. It might not seem much to others but for him that’s huge. He came in with this one track mind but then you came along and he scrambled to balance everything. And then you two got your shit together and started to go out and I’m pretty sure he got scared”

“Scared?” Denki asks, the thought almost funny to him.

“I did.” Bakugou admits as Denki’s eyes grow wide.

“I was petrified. When Ei started to become more important than hero work, I freaked. It’s not that loverboy is choosing being a hero over you, It’s because he doesn’t understand that he can have both. He thinks everything important is a choice- that if you want something you have to give something up. He chooses hero work and he loses you. He chooses you and he loses hero work.”

“But he’s not going to lose me or hero work”

“Kinda sounded like you did give him an ultimatum though”

The realization hits him like cold water.

Shinsou gets a similar talk with Kirishima

It helps, a lot

They don’t immediately go back to eachother, instead spending the week with their everyone else and just taking time for themselves

Shinsou knocks on Denki’s door Sunday morning and they finally talk things out

It’s also the first time they say ily!!

Anyways after that fight they work harder on communicating especially when it comes to things like hero work

It’s not perfect bc their dumb traumatized teens but they’re trying and they know their lil family will always be there

I haven’t slept but yes thanks for sticking around if you’re reading this

If ur interested in shinsou’s talk with Kirishima lmk

#shinkami headcannons #shinkami #drabble #snippets #shinsou x kaminari #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou #denki kaminari #kaminari #my hero academia #kiribaku #Kirishima #bnha bakugou

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ashthewaterghoul · 3 years

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“My Dear- A Obitine One Shot”

Obi-Wan stood in the Mandalorian throne room, two Mandalorian soldiers behind him, another two in front. Also in the room was Prime Minister Almec, Kenobi’s long time enemy Maul and his brother Savage. Forced to her knees by the throne was Obi-Wan’s love, Satine. She was scared, it was obvious, but her blond hair against her pale complexion couldn’t be described by Kenobi as anything other than beautiful.

“Your noble flaw is a weakness shared by you, and your duchess.” He used the force the raise Satine off the ground, making the force tighten around her neck, she grasped to release the non-existent hands choking her. Obi-Wan could barely bring himself to watch. “You should have chosen the dark side, Master Jedi. Your emotions betray you. Your fear, and yes, your anger. Let your anger deepen your hatred.” Though Kenobi didn’t like to admit it, Maul was a highly skilled dark side user, Obi-Wan lived his life strictly by the Jedi code, but whenever he saw Satine…

“Don’t listen to him, Obi-“ Satine managed to gasp to him

“Quiet.” Savage cut across her.

Although Obi-Wan may not have access currently to his lightsaber, there was a perfectly good one just a few feet from him, the legendary darksaber. He could grab it with the force, get Satine and run, run from the people who wanted her dead, just like old times. He just needed to stall him long enough.

“You can kill me, but you will never destroy me. It takes strength to resist the dark side. Only the weak embrace it, and it’s lust for revenge!”

He reached out and the darksaber was in his hand. He ignited it and ran in front of Satine. The Mandalorians started firing but Kenobi deflected each bolt back, when he had enough time, he used the force to push everyone in the room back. He grabbed Satine and the both crashed through one of the tall windows behind.

It was a long fall ahead, Obi-Wan tightly pulled Satine against him and the other hand was outstreched ready to call upon the force to lighten the blow of their landing.

Kenobi managed to let them both gently glide the last few metres of the fall. They landed far down into the city. No red and black clad soldiers to be seen, thankfully.

Satine still had her arms tightly around Obi-Wan’s neck.

“Satine, we really must move.”

“Oh, yes, of course. There are old mining tunnels under the city, we can use them to get to a private hangar.”

“You know best, my dear, please lead the way!”

After some precarious navigation, they reached a slimy entrance to the tunnels.

“It would’ve been good if you managed to keep the helmet.” She said

“Why? So no one would see us?”

“No, it would block out the smell.”

Satine had failed to mention these tunnels had been repurposed as garbage disposal.

They went through the tunnels until Satine pointed up towards a grate.

“Here.” She said trying to lift it, Obi-Wan helped her and they got up to a bright hangar with state-of-the-art ships.

“Right, we need a hyperdrive, a good comms system and one that’s not easily tracked or detectable.”

“This one!” Satine pointed towards a small white freighter, they both ran on board.

“I suspect that as soon as we take off, we will be fired at, so lets programme the navi-computer now.” Kenobi said.

“Yes, definately a General.” She said “Coruscant?”

“You’ll definately be safe there.”

After a few tense moments, the ship beeped to indicate it had finished programming their flight path. They engaged the engines, the deflector shield and weapons system and took off. As soon as the hangar doors opened, their eyes and ears were bombarded with battle. Obi-Wan swerved and snaked through the oncoming blaster fire, the occasional hit would jolt the two but they managed to regain their composure quick. When they were finally clear, Satine pushed the leaver forward to jump to hyperspce. The two let out a sigh of relief as they looked at the blue space swirling in front of the cockpit.

“Obi.” Satine said turning to face him. “I truly am grateful to you for going against the council and coming for me, I know it couldn’t have been an easy decision for you.”

“Satine, it doesn’t matter what the council said, for you, I would practically do anything.”

“How much trouble will this get you in?”

“A lot, I imagine. But as a Jedi, I have a duty to help and protect those who need it.”

“And as duchess, I have a duty to my people, and I’ve abadoned them.”

“No you haven’t, if you stayed, you would’ve been killed, then you could do no more.”

“Do you think the senate could help?”

“They would most likely have you swear your loyalty to the Republic for that.”

Satine hung her head, silently letting tears run down her cheeks.

“Don’t cry, my dear, I’m sure somthing can be figured out.”

Satine flung her arms around Obi-Wan’s neck and held him tightly, having almost lost her, he savoured the affection they could show for eachother, without anyone seeing.

After they had emerged from hyperspace and landed, they immediately had to go their seprate ways once more, Satine to the senate and Obi-Wan to the council. A fews hours of beration had no affect on Obi-Wan, he could not and would not regret saving Satine. He was sitting in his quarters, meditating on his bed searching for clarity when the door opened to welcome Obi-Wan’s old padawan and his own padawan, Anakin and Ahsoka.

“Master, rather bold move you made. I think we’re rubbing off on you.” He said

“Yes, well what would you have done if it were Padmé?”

Anakin’s eyes widened but he sighed, hung his head and said “The exact same.”

“I thought as much.”

“This was at the visitor’s entrance of the temple, by the way.” Ahsoka said handing a box to him.

“Thank you, Ahsoka.”

He opened it to reveal his lightsaber, no notes or name, just his saber.

“You lost it?” Anakin said

“Yes, and you might as well get it out of your system.”

“That weapon is your life, Master.” Anakin and Ahsoka said in unison.

“Obi?” said a familar voice from the door.

“Satine? How did you get in here?”

“Skyguy, I think it might be best if we left right now.” Ahsoka said

“Yeah.” They both turned and left.

Kenobi ran to Satine and hugged her, taking in everything he could about her, the softness of her hair against his face, the texture of her clothes, the scent of her perfume. When Obi-Wan saw her face fully she was talking about what happened in the senate, but he could only pay attetion to her face, her piercing eyes, her defined cheeks and small, slender nose. He came out of his daze.

“Obi, I-”

Satine was cut off by Obi-Wan pulling his love towards him and meeting his lips to hers, the clarity he recived was that he should take a page out of Anakin’s book. When the two parted, Satine said:

“You really mean it?”

“Yes, really.”

“But you’re a Jedi.”

“They need not know, my dear.”

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pokedashwarrior55 · 3 years

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Raincloud HC and Mini Fic

BENTHOMAAR/VANIA HC DUMP.

CAN BE READ PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC BUT THESE TWO WOULD BE PERFECT FOR EACHOTHER EITHER WAY

Inspired By @parachutingkitten

- They saw each other at the nya tribute but didn't get to actually meet

-Bentho became king of merlopians but struggles with citizens seeing him as a real king, as many still are distrustful of the surface world

-He has gluttonous there as the royal scientist and Gripe helps him out, but the citizens still don’t view him has a true king after what happened with Kalmaar

-Bentho and Vania have a cordial meeting for royal business

-Vania is struggling less with her people and more with her city economically recovering.

-Bentho wants to bind the kingdoms somehow, since her kingdom is so inland that if they had good relations with a mountainous region it's one step closer to accepting him.

-They are skeptical of SURFACE DWELLERS not humans so it's a good try.

-establishes trade and economic relations with each other. Maybe trade or sell deepstone and bioluminescent stones for jewelry and architecture in return for some shintaro product unavailable under the sea. Maybe a metal or type of cuisine? Not sure. Flowers perhaps since they have so many in the garden.

-Both relate to having less than respectable family members and share experiences with defeating them

-share new ruler problems they face and can relate to each other very well

-benthomaar can keep up with the bubbly energy of Vania and they both have a backbone to keep their bond from being too unhealthy, fluffy and overly optimistic.

-bentho has trauma from kalmaar's abuse and goes overboard to try and impress vania and thinks he has to be the best damn guy and best royal ally possible to keep her current friendship

-Vania is pretty easily impressed and is very vocal with her admiration so he'll be overwhelmingly happy and confused when she latches on so quickly.

-she'll show him around the sky city, bentho never been so high up, and can introduce him to her allies down below.

-Bentho loves the caves much more than the city in the sense that it's more comforting and all the underwater streams and lakes remind him of home.

-all streams lead to the ocean so I'm not surprised if they find out the water is connected to merlopian seas some how

- this can also work to compliment the kingdoms

- Like Merlopia can reach out and achieve diplomacy with another kingdom instead of being so islationist, and shintaro struggles with moving on from a unsustainable and horrific economic system so they could help eachother alot.

-Both very isolated so coming together may be a good step for both countries’

-Merlopians could be accepting of geckles and munce since they live below the surface, and the shintarins live high above it (so they couldn’t flood it even if they wanted to). It’s baby steps towards liking the rest of NINJAGO as a continent.

-When they become closer friends she Opts for calling him Ben or Benny, since she is so outgoing and bubbly like that, but immediately backtracks and asks if it was ok and apologizes, saying she went over the line

- He would stand up for himself and deny BENNY but I think Ben would be a cute name between the two uwu

-Benthomaar is naturally formal in his ruling and has to push himself to relax while Vania is very lax and friendly with her ruling but needs to push herself to be demanding and formal (She took awhile to use the “Princess” card against Halmaar, opting instead for mutual understanding)

-ok quasi-fic time

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FIC SKELETON (might finish writing someday but here’s the basics with some interaction)

summary: : They spend the day learning about each other kingdoms, and in turn eachother.

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CHAPTER 1: Shintaro

Vania goes about giving Bentho a tour of her city and he is overly courteous of her. She finds it cute at first but then she starts worrying if Benthomaar thinks she can’t handle herself.

Introduces Bentho to Chompy. He finds the dragon very cute and that gets a big smile out of him, really showing off his very sharp teeth. Chompy loves him immediately and starts to climb over him and sit on his head and stuff. Bentho reciprocates pretty much immediately, no stranger to the values of an animal's unconditional love. (The only love that ever seems unconditional in his experience.)

He has trust issues from Kalmaar and tries extra hard to earn love so he goes overboard sometimes, he’ll be the sort to open doors literally all the time, agree with her ideas more aggressively than is really needed, go out of his way to try and physically protect her from perceived threats, etc. Not knowing this fact, and being insecure about her own leadership skills, she thinks he is babying her, or worse, pitying her. She eventually tells him that she can indeed handle herself.

“I can handle myself Benthomaar, you don’t have to do all these things for me.”

“I… Know that”

“You’re very sweet and I appreciate your generosity but… this”, gestures to all the things he bought or given or made for her, and gestures to the situation they were in where he immediately went to protect her from, “simply is too much”

The walk back is a tad awkward after that. Bentho remarks he’s never been so high up before and he does seem very dry from the heavy winds and cold air.

Good thing it’s about time to show him the lower parts of the Kingdom anyway.

“Halmar, I am escorting Benthomaar down through the mountain. Can you be in charge while I’m gone.”

“As you wish my queen”

Benthomaar looked the armored man up and down. “Halmaar? Are you of royal blood too?” he asked.

“What?” Halmar bluntly questioned aloud to the merlopean king before sputtering out in a bow, “I mean, Pardon?... Your majesty”

“Benthomaar this is Halmar. My right hand advisor and head of our defensive force.”

“Oh. In my people, -Maar is given to that of royalty. ‘Halmaar’ means Brave Sea. ”

“Well I can assure you he’s very brave.” Vania beamed as Halmar recovered from his bow. “And will protect the city while I'm gone” she reminded him playfully, as she moved benthomaar out of the temple.

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CHAPTER 2: The Dungeons

Going through the dungeons vania remarks on her father’s previous ruling over it. They share stories and struggles.

Talks about her father and how the ninja came to help. Goes into the topic of her ruling struggles.

“Now that I have helped bring King Vangelis, my father I mean, to justice, people expect me to fix everything. They come to me asking for plans to retain Shintaro's glory, or with pleas for more funds. The people put so much faith in my father and, although his actions were Terrible… it made the city so wonderful for everyone living here. I don’t think I’ll be able to make Shintaro prosper the way he did. I love my people but they expect so much of me all at once. I admit It is very difficult to keep track of it all.”

“That sounds rough, but at least your subjects care for you. The people of Merlopia don’t see me as their king...and they have every right to. I helped the surface dwellers and my actions led to Kalmaar’s death. In their eyes I am a traitor…. Many don’t follow my commands unless they are directed through Gripe. It’s understandable they won’t respect me… I was adopted after all...”

“Well I respect you. Why, from the past--” counts on her fingers with a tongue sticking out “-- three hours I’ve officially known you, I’d say you’re a wonderful ruler! I hereby royally dub you a great king! You can tell your people that!”

*Small air laugh recovering from his Sadness* “Thank you, Vania. I don’t know how much they’ll regard a compliment from the mouth of a ‘surface dweller’, though”

*Smol vania /hj sad pout to one side*

“But I appreciate it, really!!” He corrected arms waving at his front, trying to recover from his previous, in his eyes, disrespectful remark (also in his eyes failing horribly at doing so. He needs to queen to like him. This isn’t going well and-)

“I know you do.” she beamed, “ Now Come on, I see the cart tracks we’re getting closer!!” she happily stated, almost skipping past the new King.

Bentho looked onward at the long haired blond who was trying to walk and balance on the rim of the track, and smiled with relief that she is so easy going at him. He essentially disregarded her royal decree to her face and she brushed it off like nothing. Trimaar had always honored heavy respect towards other royals but it seems this Queen runs things very differently. Even the day had been tame. It felt more like some playdate than an official royal gathering,but with how stressful becoming King had been it was a pleasant change of pace.

“Hey Bentho! We’re HEeeereee!” Vania waved excitedly as the other royal caught up to her standing near a steep ledge leading down to an opening with a large passageway.

Have to go down a large mountainous trench first to reach the dungeons. Benthomaar prepares to scale down the cliff but Vania brings out her wings and tells bentho to hold on. She flies him down the cave--

(Flying is vaguely exciting, but also vaguely terrifying. He’s never really had to deal with the possibility of falling before. Buildings in Merlopia aren’t that tall and you literally can’t fall underwater, there’s always something supporting you.)

The two meet up with the chancellor of the geckles first. He welcomes Queen Gania and her friend Genthomaar and he asks first for trial by mino, but Vania orders him off. Scoffing at her majesty’s boring overriding of their usual procedures he opts for a simple vote for bringing the new unfamiliar face to the munce queen. Bentho gets rocks thrown at him and the geckles cheer as they escort the two to where murtessa is. Vania giggles at him.

Next up is the muntz.

So she'd challenge him to a quick duel to see if he is a fitting ally. Naturally Benthomaar rocks with a spear, so he's good, but he'll be really confused at first and probably not want to fight her.

He doesn’t win, but Murtessa sees through his fighting that he has a good heart, and a brave one. She declares him an ally of the Munce. King Menthomaar. And then gives him a hearty slap on the back and invites them all to dinner. They politely decline (Vania, to preserve her stomach. Munce food is, ah, something else.)

Murtessa thinks Bentho is a good kid and a good fighter. She thinks it's funny how polite he is, though. Gives him some royal advice that he’d be a little better off if he would carry himself like a king. “Confidence! Important in every Munce ruler!”

Bentho finds her and Munce a bit...much, but they also kind of remind him of the Maaray back home so he also finds it kind of familiar. (Also he doesn’t know it, but shark Merlopians are kind of rough and tumble, too. Like Munce, but without tight knit families or a set kingdom.)

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CHAPTER 3: Merlopia

Goes back to the temple to discuss whats next.

“If we are going to be partners in this royal engagement, I think you should see My homeland. Merlopia”

Vania just laughs at his wording

“What did I say?” Genuine confused babi just trying to be overly courteous cause he feels like he must be a GOOD KING. ULTRA KING.

Brings her to the beach. He signals her to wait there and he dives into the water to ask nya for some help in bringing Vania down the depths. She knew the bare basics of what happened but seeing nya in such a state made her a tad saddened.

“Nya. Can you help bring my friend to Merlopia?”

Nya nods all slow and goddess like. “You helped me defeat Wojira, correct? For that I’ll grant you this.”

“Thank you, nya”

“That’s NYA??”

“Do I… know you.”

She just frowns at that question. She knew she and nya were not super close but to be forgotten like that. Ouch. “I guess not”

Nya makes a large air bubble and descends quickly down the depths. And like cool camera pans and junk and bentho is riding the wave nya is making outta the bubble and vania sticks her head outta the bubble for a sec to meet his gaze and feel the current go by. Fluff insues

“Don’t worry there is air in the palace”

Vania just loudly exclaims in relief cause honestly she was prepared to be living in a bubble forever.

Nya just...disintegrates. Which is a bit strange to see, even for Vania who usually likes weird stuff. But she doesn’t linger on it long because ooooohhh Merlopia is so pretty! I mean Shintaro is pretty too but this is a whole different kind of pretty. It’s like the gardens of Shintaro, but that’s the whole city. It’s so colorful compared to the flawless Ivory City.

They tour around a little bit, with Vania looking at everything in interest. She even likes the Royal Ripper Sharks (who are being treated a bit nicer now that Kalmaar is gone, and are sicced on people far less frequently than before.) Benthomaar gets a bit nervous when Gripe runs up to him with a bunch of kingly concerns and kind of tells him a lot of noncommittal responses.

Since they declined dinner with the Munce, Vania’s stomach starts rumbling, and she embarrassedly admits that she was pretty hungry.

Benthomaar invites her to dinner in Merlopia.

They eat while discussing trade stuff and diplomacy? (And also their day and the G&M and such.)

Also a fun chance to make up some Merlopian culture and food, and for him to share it with her. Unsurprisingly, it’s a lot of fish. But that’s honestly great because they don’t have a lot of that in Shintaro. There are a few streams a hike away that she's had every now and again, but for the most part fish isn’t something eaten often in Shintaro.

Benthomaar is pretty happy with this set-up because he had been eating dinner all by himself which was very lonely and wistful. It's much nicer with her company, and he needs her to know that, and really wants her to stay around and to like him so that they can do this again. So his super-manners-having-to-prove-himself-worthy-of-friendship kick in again and he starts getting super formal and passing her stuff and offering dishes a little overzealously and such and she's like "this again what the huh?"

“My lord, you're...doing it again.”

“Sorry, I’ll do better.”

“Better? You’re doing just fine. Really. The meal is great, the presentation is beautiful, and you’re being so kind. I just...don’t need this much attention at once, that’s all.”

No I’m not it’s not good enough. I’m not good enough. * frowns silently * *internal screaming *

They decide to meet again later to discuss trade and commerce deals and both bow goodbye after dinner, but soon as she leaves the dining room and gets lost roaming the temple (this palace is constructed like the caves how do they find anything) eventually ends back up at the dining room, where benthomaar is cleaning up the table and stacking the used dishes and they both realize that she can't get back up on her own. They share a laugh and Bentho promises to escort her back up.

Vania wonders why he is cleaning and not the palace servents so she decides to help him clean up, since it seems his people weren’t going to.

The end

(Also Nya is busy being a goddess somewhere else, so they’ll have to get her transportation back at a later date. With any luck there’s an air-breather-friendly manta saddle that they can use for her.)

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They are too precious for this world someone please do more of thisssss

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