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sunnytyun · 10 months

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"I kinda like it when you waste my time, 'cause it means I get to look in those eyes."

Waste My Time —Johnny Orlando

Niki X fem! reader

Warnings: strong language

Genre: fluff

"Niki! Come on!"

You rolled your eyes at the annoying shrieking voice coming from behind your desk. You returned your gaze to your best friend who sat in front of you leaning on your desk, her chair turned backwards so she could face you.

"Are you not going to do anything about it?" Your best friend, Eunchae, asked you, and you gave her a heated glare, shaking your head. "Oh, come on, Niki looks uncomfortable!" She shrieked at you.

You sighed, swirling your neck backwards so you could see what Eun was talking about. Niki indeed looked uncomfortable as he kept trying to lean away from the annoying girl's reach. You turned back around. "Well, if he's so uncomfortable, then he should ask her to leave by himself." You said, ignoring the pang of jealousy in your heart.

"Need I remind you that you like him."

"So what?"

"So?!" She shrieked again, lowering her voice once she realised that she had caught attention from some students. "So? Why don't you do anything about it? You've been head over heels for this guy since like middle school. And very frankly, I'm sick of you crying about how pretty he is everyday."

She was right. You were head over heels for Niki for a long time now. It had all started on that one day in middle school when your homeroom teacher made him your seat partner. You could remember it all too well how kind he had been with you, how he lent you his book and got scolded by the teacher, when you were the one who deserved the scolding. You had a soft spot for him since that day. But as time passed, Niki stopped sitting with you and soon became a lot popular, unlike you. You guys couldn't even be officially friends.

"So what am I supposed to do?"

"Go rescue him! Don't waste my time."

"I'm wasting your time?" You gasped in an offended manner. "Eun, do me a favor and shut up."

"Yes, I'll shut up. 'Cause that's what I always do. I always shut up." She muttered in anger. "But just so you know, there are many girls in line. It's not very far away when he'll have a girlfriend of his own, and guess what? You won't be her."

No matter how much it hurt when she said it, you couldn't help but agree to her words. She was right. You had been pining over Niki from such a long time, and he doesn't even acknowledge your existence. Maybe if you had been the one to strike a conversation, things might have been different right now. He might have been yours. But you just kept procrastinating in the fear of rejection. What if he doesn't like me back?, you always thought, what if he starts ignoring me. Thoughts like these always held you back.

"He probably won't even like me back. He's the popular guy, and not to mention how rude and cold he is." You said, partly to yourself. "He probably doesn't even remember my name."

"You're a loser." Eunchae spoke, rolling her eyes and turning her chair back to face her desk. You were definitely hurt by her unhinged accusations towards you. Your best friend had just called you a loser, and that too seriously. But was she wrong? You were such a coward.

"Fine, then." You huffed angrily, grabbing the back of Eunchae's hair and tugging to bring your mouth closer to her ear. You ignored her whine, completing your sentence. "I'll rescue him."

Your best friend didn't know where this sudden confidence had arose from, but she wasn't going to question it. Actually, she was too happy to question it. It had been long enough already, and it wasn't even like you were a shy introvert. You were bubbly and outgoing, only the fear rejection held you back. But not anymore.

You stood up from your seat, ignoring the encouraging chants of your best friend from behind you as you walked towards Niki's seat. The annoying girl, whose name you still couldn't remember, was still sitting beside Niki— too close for your liking.

"Niki-ya! Let's go out somet—"

"Hi, Niki." You cut the annoying girl off. Niki and the girl looked up at you at the interference, and you could swear you saw an ounce of relief on the boy's face as he noticed your presence. Jesus Christ, how uncomfortable was she making him?

"Yes?" He asked you, taking in your smile.

"Who are you?" The girl asked, raising a rude brow at your uninvited arrival.

You didn't even switch your gaze from Niki to her as you spoke. "I was talking to Niki."

Before she could protest against my answer, Niki beat her to it, starting to speak to you to avoid sitting with her for any longer. She was frustrating him. "What were you here for, Y/N?" He asked, making your heart skip a beat as he said your name so sweetly. You thought he wouldn't even remember your name, but he proved you wrong, and this was the first time you were so happy about being proved wrong. You cleared your throat nonetheless, ignoring the sudden zoo in your stomach.

"I was here to ask you about the project. Do we start working on it now? It's a free period after all." You said. Niki was confused by your words. What project were you talking about? His furrowed brows told you that he was being too dense to take a hint.

"What project?" He asked.

"Oh, come on, silly." You smacked his shoulder lightly, acting friendly. "Our history project, what else?"

He seemed to have caught on with your act, because his face lit up suddenly, and he chuckled in acknowledgement. "Yeah, right— our.. our history project." He let out. "I think we should start right now. I heard the deadline was next week."

"But— we had plans?" The annoying girl spoke but Niki had already stood up, hanging his schoolbag on his shoulder. Niki completely ignored her, acting like he couldn't hear her voice as you picked up your schoolbag as well.

"Let's go then, partner." He muttered under his breath, catching you by surprise as he grabbed your wrist and hurriedly took you out of the classroom. You could still hear the girl calling for Niki but he didn't seem to care at all. The only thing he seemed to be focused on was getting out of there as soon as possible.

As soon as the both of you stepped outside of the classroom and started walking in the busy hallways, he let go of your wrist, turning to look at you. You stared back for a few moments, waiting for him to call you stupid and walk away, but much to your surprise, that never happened. Instead, your childhood crush let out a small laugh, taking in your closed state.

"Why do you look so scared?" He grinned at you. You couldn't answer, you were too flushed to even do that. The pace of your heartbeat kept increasing the longer he looked at you with that contagious smile of his. When you still didn't reply, his smile dropped and he leaned down to match your height, now too close to your face. "I'm talking to you." He said.

But how could you respond? You had felt too confident when you agreed to rescue him but now that he was beaming down at you and standing so close, you couldn't find it in yourself to respond to anything he said. Ignoring the blood rushing to your cheeks at such a fast pace, you realised that you had to say something and that he won't wait forever. He was too popular to just stand here and watch you being stupid.

"I— I guess I'll leave then." You gave him a small smile, walking away from the awkward scene. Niki was confused, standing there like a deer struck in the headlights. She's kinda weird, he thought to himself. But not even a second later, he smiled automatically. But she's cute weird.

Without thinking twice about it, Niki made a slow run to get to you, grabbing your wrist once he did. You were sure your face would be looking like a tomato by now from how hard you were blushing. You were scared to turn around and face him, if you stayed any longer in his presence then you might explode from the butterflies he was causing you.

"Wait." He said, and you bit your lip, slowly turning around to face him. "You rescued me, so I owe you now."

"It's okay." You smiled. "You owe me nothing."

"Niki?" The muffled voice of the same girl from before was heard and both of you became aware, looking at each other with wide and confused eyes, conversing silently to confirm if you both heard the same thing or not. When you nodded at him with an amusing smile on your face, he huffed, making a run for it again.

"She's so annoying." He let out with hushed breaths as the both of you ran, your wrist still captive in his large hand.

"What's her name anyway?" You said while running, feeling his hand slipping down your wrist and latching onto your fingers. You tried not to let out a shriek of excitement from the gesture. Your crush was holding your hand. Your crush was holding your hand!

"I don't know. I zoned out after two minutes of her talking." He let out a breathy chuckle, your steps slowing down as the both of you reached a secluded corner where no other student stood, it was just you and him.

"Oh God, I'm so not athletic for running that much." You whined, huffing out harsh breaths, one of your hands on your knees while the other stayed in his grip. He chuckled at your answer, leaning his head against the wall behind him. Once you regained your breath again, you leaned your head back on the wall just beside Niki, your hands still intertwined.

"Do you wanna skip school?" He asked out of the blue, making you turn to him, only to find him looking down at you already. You had never skipped school before, so you found it hard to give him a positive response. But on the other hand, you wanted to be like a normal girl and say yes to spending more time with your crush. And so you decided.

Fuck being a good girl for once.

"Sure."

"What?" Niki was shocked by your reply. He didn't expect you to say yes to the offer, and how could he? You were such a good girl— turning in your classwork in due time, always showing up to class early, being soft spoken and what not. But none of this meant that you were uptight or shy, you also had a full-time job as a class clown. You were funny and bubbly, you were like a ray of sun that lost its way and somehow reappeared as a small fluttery girl. You were so perfect, that sometimes he had to remind himself that people like you could actually exist.

"I said, sure. Let's do it." You were grinning now, adrenaline pumping as you realised this was going to be first time experience for you. You had always wanted to ditch this boring school mid-day and leave for some ice-cream, but you held yourself back in fear of getting caught.

"C— cool." He stuttered out, nodding his head, getting out of the shock.

"But how do we get out?" You asked.

"Leave that to me." He grinned back at you, starting to walk again, your hand still stuck in his. You had no option but to let him drag you along wherever he was going. "I've done this a lot of times before."

A gasp shot out from your mouth at the information. "And you never got caught?" You asked.

"No... I mean, mostly, I don't get caught. But I did get caught once or twice." You wanted to laugh at how you couldn't feel anxiety brewing at his words. He confessed to this being a risk, but this time you were willing to take it.

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"I can't climb this!" You protested as he threw his bag on the other side of the tall wall. He waved you off, focusing on throwing your schoolbag next.

"I'll help." He smiled at you, sending a small wink afterwards. You tried not to throw up from the amount of butterflies you were feeling in that moment. Did he just— wink at you?

"It's not that, it's just..." It was embarrassing to even say it, and the way he was looking at you curiously, awaiting an explanation, it made you want to cower away back into your classroom.

"Just what?" His voice dropped a few decibels, now starting to sound more deep and serious.

"I'm—" You tried to speak, but your ears were turning red at the thought of saying this to him. "I'm wearing a skirt."

"Oh." was the only thing he could say, his own cheeks getting redder by the second. He wanted to slap himself for cornering you into such an awkward situation. "I— I won't look." He stuttered out, and you fumbled with your fingers behind your back, looking up at him. "I'll close my eyes." He gave you an awkward toothy smile.

"Promise?" You let out, pointing a finger towards him. He nodded softly, closing his eyes instantly, making you smile. God, how had you never known that Niki was such a goofball? How had you assumed that he was cold?

He joined his hands and leaned down so he could help you climb the wall, his eyes still closed. "You ready?" He asked, struggling a bit with his eyes shut but he wouldn't dare to open his eyes, not when you were trusting him like this.

"Yes." You said quietly, placing your right foot on his joined hands, your other foot stepping on a crack in the wall. Soon enough, you climbed the wall, jumping off on the other side with a small squeak.

"You okay?" You could hear him from the other side as you picked both the bags off of the ground. You yelled back a 'yeah', waiting for him to get here already. You heard fumbling on the other side and soon enough, he was jumping off the wall to join you.

Both of you grinned at each other at the successful escape from the cell called school.

"Let's go then." He reached out for your hand, holding it again. He just couldn't let go of your hand, it was too comfortable for him to let go. He loved the feeling of your small hand enclosed in his large one. Your hands weren't necessarily small, they were quite big actually, but his masculine enlarged hands made them look so small.

"Where?" You asked, walking with him hand-in-hand. You wondered what other people would think if they saw the both of you like this, would they think you are a couple? Even the thought made you happy.

"I don't know." He shrugged. "Just wanna hang out with you."

Blood rushed to your cheeks at his comment. "With me?" You talked, keeping your tone cool.

"Yeah, it's been a long time since we hung out." He smiled at you, tightening his grip around your fingers and making your heart flutter. "Remember middle school? When we used to sit together?"

"Of course. How could I forget?" You chuckled to yourself, taking in the fact that he actually remembered you. You had thought he wouldn't due to the fact that he basically ignored you after your seating plans changed and you started to sit with Eunchae. Okay, fine, maybe "ignore" was a big word to describe it, the word "busy" might be right. Because it seemed like he got too busy to even maintain eye contact with you, too busy being the hot and popular guy.

"I thought—" He bit his lip. "I thought you wouldn't remember."

"I wouldn't remember?" You scoffed. "Weren't you the one too busy being everyone's school crush to remember me? I thought you wouldn't remember."

"Why wouldn't I?" He laughed, before his tone lowered. "You're not easy to forget." He had said it quietly, in hopes that you wouldn't hear. But you did. You heard it. Even if you were trying hard not to show that you did, you had heard it as clear as a day.

So that's how time slipped, with the both of you walking around the city mindlessly, nothing on your minds when you had the company of each other. You both shared your experiences of life after middle school, raced a hundred metres (which ended up in him letting you win because you were too cute), and now you both were finally sitting down on a park bench.

"Do you want ice-cream?" He asked out of the blue, loosening his school tie.

"Sure." I smiled at him. When he stood up, you stopped him. "Hey, Niki, can I use your phone for a moment? I forgot mine with Eun."

"Yeah, go ahead." He nodded, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone to give it to you. You thanked him politely before he walked away.

You opened the contacts, dialing your best friend's number. You decided it would be safe if you could explain to Eunchae where you were so she could back you up at school. You knew you didn't have to put her up to it, she would do it by herself, but still.

An eyebrow raised when you saw that Niki already had her contact saved by her name. Another thought came to your mind from this, what if he had your number saved too? You had his number saved in your phone, and you were curious to know if he had done the same. So, curiosity took the better of you and you forgot all about informing Eun, dialling your own number in his phone.

Your eyes widened at the sight that came after that. He indeed had your number saved, but that was not even the shocking part. The shocking part was the way he had saved your contact. It was saved by your first name, with a '<3' at the end. He had put a heart in front of your name. Why had he put a heart in front of your name?

Still recovering from the shock of this, you pressed the back button a bit too many times, which ended up in you accidentally clicking on the photos app. You were sure that if your eyes got any wider, they would fall out of your sockets. But you weren't worried about that right now, what you were worried about was your poor heart because it seemed like it was planning to jump out of your chest with the way it was beating so hard.

He had a folder by your name. And all it contained were pictures of the both of you together, some of you alone. All the pictures were from middle school when we sat together. Some included the selfies he took with you, while some included candid pictures of you as you sat quietly and listened to the teacher. It even contained a picture of you sleeping, a cheek pressed against the wooden desk and lips slightly parted while you were lost in your slumber. You were so dumb to forget how much Niki liked to click pictures of anything possible.

You tried to manipulate yourself into thinking that it was just a hobby he had and he probably has a folder with everyone else too. But when you searched for any other folder in name of someone else, you were proven wrong. There was no other folder of anyone seperate. It was you. Only you.

"Hey, I forgot to ask what flavour you want—"

A shriek left your mouth at the interruption, and you looked up to see Niki standing there, his eyes wide at the reaction you just gave him. He was confused as to why you were acting so shocked, but when he saw his phone in your hand, the gears in his mind turned.

Oh no, he thought, did she see it?

"I didn't mean to— it's just— my hand slipped." You let out with every ounce of urgence in you, standing up and offering his phone back to him. "And I might've just seen how you saved my contact and that you have a folder dedicated to me but nothing else, I swear." You wanted to slap yourself for talking too much, but you couldn't just stop sputtering nonsense.

"Oh my God, Y/N, please don't think of me as a creep, I was just—" His face was becoming red in embarassment. His crush had just seen the things he had on his phone, it was downright humiliating. "I don't know how to explain it. Y/N, don't get me wrong here, I know it may seem creepy but— shit— You know what? You can think of me as a creep, so let's just ignore each other until school ends then we'll just go to college and you will never have to look at me again. I just like you so so so much, but I guess I'll live with it—"

"I like you."

"And then I can just kill mys— wait, what?" His eyes were widened as he finally stopped talking rubbish. What had you just said? Were you trying to murder the poor guy?

"I said I like you." I smiled up at him. "I've liked you since middle school." You were shocked at your own words, but you were feeling too confident to stop now that you had seen how much of a coward your crush was. You had thought that you were the one with the fear of rejection, turns out Niki was the one who was afraid.

"R— really?" He stuttered out, not believing what he was hearing.

"Yeah, r— really." You mocked him, watching as he rolled his eyes slightly at the mimicry. "God, and I thought I was a coward. You're even a bigger coward than me, Nishimura Riki. Couldn't you have just told me? Was it that hard?"

"You're one to talk." His brows creased as he stared at you accusingly. "If you liked me since middle school, couldn't you have told me? You are such a hypocrite."

"Oh, I'm sorry if I was too afraid that you would reject me. It's not like you had girls all around you anyway." I rolled my eyes, feeling jealousy brewing at you at the thought.

He liked it so much when you got all jealous and defensive. "Don't act all jealous now." He pointed a finger in your face.

"Or what?"

"Or I'll kiss you." He smirked at the shocked expression on your face before you regained yourself, looking up in his eyes with such a pretty look. He loved your pretty doe eyes staring into his, your nose and cheeks turning red from the mere thought of kissing him, and your tempting lips begging to be ruined.

"Then do it." You spoke quietly, stepping closer to him so that the heels of his converse touched yours and his hand inched to touch your face.

"Fuck it." was the only thing he let out before your world came crashing down along with his lips on yours. His hand found your cheek, cupping it while he slowly moved his lips against yours. Your hand was on his waist, crumpling his shirt as you held it in your fist. Your stomach was filled with butterflies as you stood on your tiptoes to kiss him back easily.

He only kissed you shortly, pulling away slowly to look at your face. You lowered yourself back on your feet, staring up at him with a small smile automatically taking over your features. He smiled back, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Chocolate." You said.

His smile dropped at your words. "What?" He asked.

"I want chocolate ice-cream." I grinned at him.

"Oh." He chuckled. "Right. Ice-cream." He stepped away from you, running a hand through his hair and walking away to the icecream parlour. But before he could even take two steps, you laughed, grabbing his wrist and turning him around.

He didn't get to react as you took a hold of his tie, yanking it down, making his lips crash down on yours. He hummed in surprise against your lips, taking a few seconds to relax down and close his eyes, melting into your touch.

This might just be the start of a beautiful love story.

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thecryofthegulls · 1 year

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On Elwing's Bird Forms

In the educated opinion of me, a slightly wine-drunk semi-professional seabird specialist with a Tolkien hyperfixation, procrastinating from a work presentation I should be preparing let's gooooo.

Too many people think of Elwing in the form of a random bird thing, when there are so many interesting species!

First, the source text (emphasis by me):

"... they told that Elros and Elrond were taken captive, but Elwing with the Silmaril upon her breast had cast herself into the sea. Thus Maedhros and Maglor gained not the jewel; but it was not lost. For Ulmo bore up Elwing out of the waves, and he gave her the likeness of a great white bird, and upon her breast there shone as a star the Silmaril, as she flew over the water to seek Ëarendil her beloved. On a time of night Ëarendil at the helm of his ship saw her come towards him, as a white cloud exceeding swift beneath the moon, as a star over the sea moving in strange course, a pale flame on wings of storm. And it is sung that she fell from the air upon the timbers of Vingilot, in a swoon, nigh unto death for the urgency of her speed, and Ëarendil took her to his bosom; but in the morning with marvelling eyes he beheld his wife in her own form beside him with her hair upon his face, and she slept."

"On those journeys Elwing did not go, for she might not endure the cold and the pathless voids, and she loved rather the earth and the sweet winds that blow on sea and hill. Therefore there was built for her a white tower northward upon the borders of the Sundering Seas; and thither at times all the sea-birds of the earth repaired. And it is said that Elwing learned the tongues of birds, who herself had once worn their shape; and they taught her the craft of flight, and her wings were of white and silver-grey. And at times, when Ëarendil returning drew near again to Arda, she would fly to meet him, even as she had flown long ago, when she was rescued from the sea. Then the far-sighted among the Elves that dwelt in the Lonely Isle would see her like a white bird, shining, rose-stained in the sunset, as she soared in joy to greet the coming of Vingilot to haven."

The Silmarillion CHAPTER 24 OF THE VOYAGE OF EARENDIL AND THE WAR OF WRATH

Mute Swan (Cygnus olor)

Right out of the gate, a swan is a popular choice for Elwing. Makes sense, they are beautiful, regal birds with a graceful baring on the water. There is a strong association between mute swans and England, they are indeed an old world bird and as part of Tolkien's worldview as oak trees. They are also vicious and brave defenders of their young. A tough bird, symbol of the Teleri Elwing's elven clan. However, not the best for Elwing. They are not sea birds, and while powerful fliers, do not fly particularly high or far. Mute swans are heavy, needing a lengthy run on the water to take off with a clacking of their wings. Not the ideal shape to fly across the ocean undetected to find your mariner husband, or meet said husband in the morning sky when he comes back from being a star.

Dalmatian Pelican (Pelecanus crispus)

No, not a Great White Pelican, but a Dalmatian Pelican. More silvery than its pale African cousin, the Dalmatian Pelican has the advantage of being present in more Mediterranean climes, which might be representative of what Sirion was like (thank you @outofangband). Pretty much the largest freshwater bird, this choice for Elwing suffers the same problem as the mute swan. Not a sea bird, doesn't really do long-distance flights. Though I could imagine this large silvery-grey bird being mistaken for a cloud in the night, and you KNOW that the Silmaril is tucked nice and safe in that big pouch!

Wandering Albatross (Diomedea exulans)

Now that's a sea bird! Another popular choice for Elwing, this graceful soaring beauty is essentially the biggest flying bird in the world by wingspan, with a sweeping 11 feet/3.5 meters. The older they are, the whiter they become, with only bit of dark plumage on the wing tips and tail. The wandering albatross is the textbook example of a great white bird. Albatross adore storms, and can use strong (storm) wings to carry them over vast distances very quickly. They nest on steep hills, because they need the sweet winds to give them lift to take off. All in all, like the others above, large enough to carry a Silmaril without affecting flight capabilities. Though I really can't imagine Ëarendil cradling an albatross to his bosom, long wings flopping down on both sides of him. (Elros and Elrond are definitely albatross chicks muppets, as per @swanmaids' point).

Black-legged Kittiwake (Rissa tridactyla)

A gull! Yes, of course, but which gull? There are 54 gull species, and so many of them are herring gulls. But for Elwing? Ulmo would transform her into a Black-legged Kittiwake. A graceful, almost dove-like gull, Kittiwakes are bright white with wings topped in silver-grey. They fly like they are playing in the wind, and spend most of their lives at sea. Gorgeous sea bird. Ëarendil would hug. Am I biased because I love them? Maybe.

Ross's Gull (Rhodostethia rosea)

You want a more white and daintier gull? I was going to write about the Ivory Gull (Pagophila eburnea) but if we are going with a rare Arctic species, there are many good things about the Ross's Gull. I mean look at it! White and silver-grey with a rosy blush like it is continuously bathed in sunset, a black collar like Elwing is still wearing the memory of the Nauglamír. I also prefer to go with Ross's gull because every time I have seen an ivory gull in the wild it was slightly blood-stained (they feed off polar bear kills) which has very unfortunate implications in Elwing's case really...

But really, if you want a pure-white dove that actually goes sea for your Elwing imagery, go with ivory gull instead!

Roseate Tern (Sterna dougallii)

Terns are gorgeous sea birds with impressive flight capacity, and pack an absolutely ridiculous amount of fight and spite in 100 g. I have a scar on the top of my head from a tern chasing me off a beach where it was nesting. That beak sure pinches. Roseate Tern are particularly pretty, and if you subscribed to raven-haired Elwing, that cap is an excellent match. The adults also gain a pink sunset stain on their underparts, so you get that poetic match again. Terns would absolutely yell at Manwë, and probably have.

Northern Gannet (Morus bassanus)

Now if you think Elwing was pale-haired and blue-eyed, a Northern Gannet would be more for you. Northern Gannets are sea birds of great size, swift and fearless. They quite literally launch themselves into the sea. They are powerful enough fliers to evoke thoughts of storm-wings and clouds under moon. Gannets also follow boats, which works nicely with the imagery of bird-Elwing meeting Vingilot.

White-tailed Tropicbird (Phaethon lepturus)

Look at this beautiful thing, is she not fitting of a daughter of Dior, of Lúthien's line? I hope I see one for real one day. These long-tailed sea birds are excellent, graceful in flight, easy to see at a distance due to their tail. More active in the morning and in the evening, more to catch the morning and evening star. White-tailed Tropicbirds also come in a spectacular 'golden' variety. Absolutely fitting for someone named Star-Spray.

Snow Petrel (Pagodroma nivea)

When I first read the Silmarillion years ago, and I read "... as a white cloud exceeding swift beneath the moon, as a star over the sea moving in strange course, a pale flame on wings of storm" I immediately imagined a glowing white creature that I eventually witness in real life: the gloriously beautiful snow petrel. And while Elwing might not endure the cold and pathless void like a snow petrel would around Antarctica, I think she would revel in the shining feathers, the swift, fleet wings, and, as a feature of being a petrel, the tube nose that would allow her to smell and find Ëarendil anywhere at sea or in the sky. They soar with such joy. Perfect hold-to-your-bosom sized. Snow petrels are one of my favourite sea birds, and you should know more about them!

Like how they have the most hilarious defence mechanism:

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Rock Ptarmigan (Lagopus muta)

No absolutely not.

#honorable mention to snow goose northern fulmar white-bellied sea eagle and masked booby #dishonourable mention to all crane and heron species because it really doesn't make sense in so many ways to have Elwing become one #anyway this brought to you by my love of sea birds and my various bird guides strewn around me #gullcries #silmarillion #tolkien #ocean posting #elwing #earendil #silm meta #sea birds #really leaning into my handle here

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lyramundana · 8 months

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Hello! Your request of Bang Chan being jealous/controlling is set to be written in August.

But since we are both a lover of soft smut, can I pls request inexperienced reader with Chan? Just something comforting and sweet.

Thank you :)

I'm incredibly, tremendously sorry for the long waiting. I'm the queen of procrastinating and I had zero ideas of how to proceed with this one, but mostly it was procrastinating. I'm not confident on writing soft smut scenes, but I'll try my best here:

Again, sorry for the waiting, and I hope this turned out decently. It's been on my drafts for a long while, but I never found the headspace to finish it:

When you were first starting to get to know Christopher, it was obvious he was experienced in that field, which made you slightly insecure about your own lack of it and it worried you that he might had find you less desirable.

Surprisingly, not only he was very understanding and sweet about it, but he seemed to want you even more.

He gladly took over everything. If you weren't sure, he guided you through it with his gentle voice and safe hands. Needless to say, your first time with him was mindblowing and better than you could've ever imagined. In fact, you enjoyed it so much that you felt yourself growing addicted to it.

You never thought you could grow so needy and horny for a man, and it made you feel a bit embarrassed sometimes, but he made clear how much he loved it.

You come home after an awful day. Everything seemed to go the opposite way of what you wanted, and added to the sexual frustration you are already carrying, you are beyond stressed. Your boyfriend is there, waiting for you to arrive, and as soon as he notices your mood, he hops you in his arms to comfort you.

-Hey, babygirl. What happened? Do I need to beat up someone? -he caressed your hair, kissing your forehead as he spoke in his gentle, loving voice. You felt yourself melt in his arms and the stress slowly leaving you.

-Just a bad day, that's all. I'm so sick of everything. -you murmur with your face buried in his shirt, and you happened to feel his strong pecks right under it.

Your skin feels hotter and it has nothing to do with the weather.

He rubbed your back, soothingly.

-You know what, baby? How about we take a long, warm bath and you try to relax? And maybe you can tell me about your day -he said as he left a kiss on the top of your head.

You stilted in his arms, lookin up with big doe eyes. A bath sounded great indeed...until you realized he intended to take it with you.

You would die.

And that's how minutes later, you found yourself buried in the warm water that reached your shoulders, with Chris' chest against your back and his arms surrounding your torso. Sometimes, his fingers draw circles on your sides and it drove you mad. How long has it been since your last intimate time together, after all? Weeks? A month?

-Try to relax, baby. I can see the steam coming out of your ears -he spoke against your temple. - You've been tense since I hugged you. Is it something I did?

-No, love. It's not about you. - well, partially yes, but it wasn't the main problem. - Its just..it feels like i'm doomed. No matter how hard I try or how much I improve myself, things go the opposite of how I want them to. I know i'm trying my best, but it doesn't feel enough. -you choked halfway through the words and you sniffed back your tears.

Your boyfriend was in silence for a bit. He pulled you closer to him as he noticed the strain in your voice.

-Oh, baby, it's okay. I understand what it's like, i've been there too. -he laid his head on top of yours, sighing. - It's fucking frustrating, I know, but we have to accept that, sometimes, it doesn't matter how hard we work, some stuff are out of our control and there are things we can't prevent. You're human, love, so you have limits. Don't be so harsh on yourself. -he kissed your neck- for what it's worth, you're more than enough in my eyes. You're perfect.

Your heart was melting as he said that, wanting to cry again but this time out of love. You can't know what you did to deserve for this man to devote himself to you, but you hope it lasts forever.

-I missed being with you like this - you muttered, looking up to him to kiss the corner of his mouth. He smiled and then kissed your lips, sucking your lower lip teasingly. You whined. - Don't do this to me, Christopher, or else..

-Or else what? Tell me, babygirl - he said with an annoyingly sexy grin. His hands descended slowly down to your hips, fingers brushing your inner thighs at times.

You gasped, grabbing his hands to stop them.

-Chris, please..

-What was the last time you had an orgasm, sweet thing? -your grip did nothing to him, as he continued tracing lines inside your thighs, now with his lips brushing your neck.

-I..dont't recall. Last month, I think? I don't know! -you cried as he started to drift closer to your core.

-Oh? You haven't been taking care of yourself, you mean? You know I don't like that, babe -he sounded serious now, pinching your skin to make your squeal.

-I know, it's just...-shit, you couldn't believe you were gonna say it. - I can't...only you can make me feel good. I don't know how do it without you!

His motions stopped suddenly and you whined at the loss. Before you could protest, he turned your whole body until you were facing him, sitting directly in his lap. You felt how hard he was and the words died in your throat.

-Fuck, baby, you can't say that shit to me like it's nothing. - he lunged at your neck and bite the skin harshly, making you moan as he left a mark. -You're so good for me. My good girl, who can't even pleasure herself without my help. You need me, don't you?

You struggled to find your voice with the sudden change of events.

-Y-yes -you gasped when his head brushed your clit. - I don't know-fuck-what to do without you.

His expression softened for a moment, right before acquiring a calculating gaze in his eyes.

-I hate it when you neglect yourself, pretty, but I understand you couldn't help it. I fuck you so good your little hand just can't compare, right? - he closed his eyes as he kept grinding your hips against his. -And you've been busy lately, haven't you? Poor baby must been so stressed. -he took your nipple in his mouth, licking and twirling it in his tongue, making you whimper and grip his shoulders. -You deserve a reward

You gulped. Last time he said you ended up cumming five times in a row, shaking in his sheets and under his mercy.

He raised your hips, lowering you slowly down his raging cock. You sighed at the sensation, throwing your head back. You felt so deliciously full. God, you've missed him so much, missed this. He let out a hiss once he was fully inside you, burying his face in your shoulders and nibbling the skin. When he attempted to roll your hips unto his, you whined and stopped him.

-Shit, Chris, give me a second. You're so big. - you wrapped his neck with your arms and laid your forehead against his, letting him feel your heavy breath.

-My size hasn't changed, baby, but maybe your pussy has forgotten about me. -he chuckled, caressing your cheek. - Guess we'll have to fix that.

You clenched around his lenght with those words and he groaned.

-Please, do. -you begged him, hiding your face in his neck out, flustered. -Fuck the stress away, Daddy. Fuck me until I can't think anymore.

He tensed under you. Holy shit, he was a breath away of wrecking you until you were crying out loud, but had to remind himself this was about you, about making you feel better. He closed his eyes forcefully, taking a deep breath to not fall for his instincts.

-Say less, my love. Let Daddy take care of everything, mm? -his vouce sounded deeper now, tender.

He gripped your hips and began to guide you up and down his lenght. It was a slow, steady pace, but it got you moaning in his chest at the so craved friction. His teeth traced your neck softly, leaving purple marks as he pulled your hair to make more room for his mouth. His hands lowered down to your ass cheeks, squeezing them as he thrusted into you.

You began to bounce unconsciously against him, doing your best to keep up with him. You moaned as his hips shifted and found another angle to hit you deeper, making you tremble in his hold. God, he made you feel so good, your eyes growing glassy.

His movements haltered once he heard you sniff.

-Babygirl? What is it? Want to stop? - you panicked and kept grinding against him.

-No! Don't stop, please - tears flowed your vision. You hugged him tightly, sniffing in his neck. - It's just..you don't know know much I missed this. I haven't stopped aching for you since the last time, but I didn't know how to tell without sounding desesperate and I.. - he silenced with your his lips, swallowing your next words. He bit your lower lip gently and pulled a bit before letting you go.

-My pretty, perfect baby, what did I do to deserve you? -he covered your face in kisses as he fastened his thrusts, making you whimper in surprise and pleasure. - You couldn't ever sound desesperate to me. I'll drop anything to give you what you need, so please, don't refrain yourself like that. -he toyed with your nipples again, making you moan loudly. - I'm here for you, princess. It's my job and biggest joy to give you what you want. -he groaned as you clenched around him again. - Now, let's fuck the stres out of you.

You went on like this for a while, with a quick but gentle pace. Your sounds of pleasure filling the room, for whoever happened to hear them. You needed this more than him, this relief and comfort only he could give you. His words encouraged you to just take what you needed.

The knot started to form in your stomach and you still reacted like the first time, eyes wide open and body tense as you took in the incredible sensation. Like he could feel it, his fingers drifted to your clit and began to rub it expertly, helping you chase your high. He felt his own climax come at him violently as he watched the addicting sight of you cumming with a high-pitched scream for him, because of him.

His other hand pulled your face closer by the neck and smashed your lips together, swallowing your beautiful moans as he kept thrusting his hips up roughly. You clenched again and he had to throw his back at the feeling, a deep moan escaping his lips.

-Fuck fuck FUCK! - he pressed his forehead in the conjucture of your neck. You whimpered as you felt his warm seed filling you, and he grabbed your hips with an iron vice grip, moving you to milk out the last drop of his climax - Take it, babygirl, fucking take it.

You rolled your eyes and let yourself fall entirely unto his hold. With a deep breath, he adjusted his position and laid his head back on the bathub wall. He massaged your back and left you occasional kisses on your face, his softening dick tupped inside you, preventing his cum from leaking out.

You basked in the silence for a few minutes, your breathing eventually going back to normal. Your head felt all mushy and your body completely relaxed. Everything was good, the world set itself right back again.

You stood there until the water grew cold, you growing sleepy with his cuddles and him watching you with a soft smile, pure and raw love sparkling in your eyes.

#this draft has been haunting me for months #i don't know what the fuck is this but i tried my best #tho i won't be surprised if it turned out bad anyway so i apologize in advance #i'll probably never going to read this again #but i'm so fucking glad i finally finished it #bang chan smut #skz smut #my works #requested

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ikimaru · 1 year

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AR60 here! To the anon struggling with the ascension quest, Xiangling is indeed broken, especially against the cube! With her Pyronado having no ICDs it's just... so good. Kaeya, Xiangling, and Sucrose are an incredibly strong combo at all stages! :D - ALSO Sunny I love that youre into Genshin ehe; I ADORE your art and style and Im so excited to see anything Genshin you put out aha <3

yess Xiangling is so good! she and Xingqiu are the only sub dps characters I have currently built so far c:

thank you so much! <3 lol yes rn genshin is my main source of procrastination when I don't feel like doing other things

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axailslink · 1 year

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Revenge is sweet but so is love

Part 2 part 1

Shuri Udaku x Taloakan FEM reader

Summary: Shuri realizes your real intentions can she bring yourself to kill you before you kill her?

A/n: look I was procrastinating so much with this fic so please have mercy on me.

Snippet from the fic: "as if Killmonger is on her shoulder urging her next thoughts. Kill her first she deserves it she's going to kill you. She betrayed you why should she be any different from her God? From her king? She's just like him. Kill her. Kill her before she kills you."

So you may have ghosted Shuri but in your defense, you can't be around her because that pretty smile of hers would have you forgetting the true task at hand. Being back on the land of Wakanda only means one thing to you death to the queen even if you may not have the courage to kill her. You're sure as hell going to try. You're picking up one of the apples from a cart when a strong hand grabs your shoulder you pay little to no mind because you know it's her. Your gods and deities would be ashamed to know that you know who she is by the feel of her hands.

"You following me?" Shuri grabs the apple from your hand and pays for it "something like that I've missed you..." Shuri watches as you turn around and look her up and down "missed me or missed a warm bed?" Shuri chuckles "both. I apologize for the way I acted I can't expect you to want more out of this I may have acted a little immaturely. I'm used to getting my way." You nod in agreement "indeed you were very immature." She sighs "okay point made well I'm not immature right now and this non-immature version of me wants you to keep my bed warm tonight." You hum as she takes a bite of the apple and watches as you think it over "you're not going to ask me to date you again?" She shrugs "who knows that beauty of yours may have me begging this time." You smile and grab her hand letting your thumb roll over the tattoo on it "sure I'll join you tonight if you make me dinner" Shuri smiles and nods "what do you want? Please don't say fish" you laugh at the poor joke she just made "oh you think you're so funny miss Udaku."

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Just as you asked she made you dinner for someone who claims she doesn't want a relationship you sure are making her work for your attention or maybe you're just smart enough to distract her while you steal her daggers from her lab. When you arrive Shuri grabs you by your waist pulling you into a suffocating kiss you hum and look up at her with half-closed eyes "I'm sorry can you do that again?" She does as asked this time kissing you longer and letting her hands slip past your waist and cup your ass. You almost forget about the dinner she's prepared until you smell it and smile at her damn if you didn't have to kill her you'd keep her locked away for your personal use. Good at pleasuring you and cooking, you could definitely keep her to yourself if killing her doesn't work out. "Ki'ichpan naaysik u yóol (beautiful distraction)" you absolutely love when she speaks your native language knowing she took the time out of her day to learn it makes you smile. "Oh you really are the brains and beauty" she smiles and kisses your neck "stop before the food gets cold."

You turn your head and catch her lips as she reaches down to kiss your lips "Teech jump'éel jats'uts talamil (you are a beautiful trouble)" you say in between kisses she smiles and picks you up placing you on the table and pushing the food back. Shuri lets her hands run up your sides as she rids you of your top and kisses down your body. You carefully remove both of the daggers from your pants as she tugs them down your waist you keep them behind you as she kisses down your bare thighs. "Oh, my queen" she pulls your underwear off next and makes no hurry to give your pussy the attention it's oh-so craving. After many kisses and bruises left from Shuri's mouth she starts to focus on your throbbing clit sucking and teasing it as she uses her thumb to tease your slit causing you to whimper in need and want.

When Shuri's full attention is on pleasing you you grip the end of the dagger and point it to her back not aware that Shuri can see your reflection in the table. Hurt is not the word to explain her current state as she continues pleasing you she grips your thigh and adds another digit curling upwards causing you to arch your back and loosen your grip on the dagger in your hand. "Shuri" you gasp out her name as she feels your legs start to forcefully shut but she keeps them open her hands on the back of both of your thighs. She's replaced her fingers with her tongue now flicking and sucking on your sensitive clit you can't help but shake and grip her closer to you. "Fuck fuck Shuri" you reach your hand off the table and take a plate down with you causing you to look back as you reach your climax. Shuri catches the plate as she licks you clean and sits up to look at you with glassy eyes you're not sure why but she gets up and kisses you before heading to the bathroom.

"I'm going to shower really quick enjoy the food" when Shuri is behind the bathroom door she's panting and crying silently though as to make sure you can't hear. "She's going to kill me? Really? She wants me dead?" She mumbles to herself as she looks in the mirror it's as if Killmonger is on her shoulder urging her next thoughts. Kill her first she deserves it she's going to kill you. She betrayed you why should she be any different from her God? From her king? She's just like him. Kill her. Kill her before she kills you.

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When Shuri leaves the bathroom she's wearing all white undergarments and you, of course, take notice of this as you wipe your mouth and clean your hands. "White?" Shuri holds a stoic expression which is something you aren't used to she's usually so lively and cheery this is out of character for her. She walks to her closet and grabs her gauntlets and you carefully grab the daggers from the table weary of her next moves. "It seems that there's going to be a funeral. Your funeral" you turn the daggers on as she slips on her gauntlets "I don't want to fight you Shuri I've changed my mind please don't make me fight you."

Shuri looks you up and down as she approaches you while you hold the daggers up in defense but she's quick to knock you off your guard kicking you in your stomach. You hit the wall but quickly turn when she's pointing the gauntlets towards you she results to grabbing you by your hair and lifting you up "Shuri please" you gasp as you grab her hand "you tried to kill me while I was pleasing you. You let me love you. You could have tried to kill me as a stranger but you built a relationship with me to catch me off guard. You're smart. I've always admired smart women." She lets you go and backs up "ndilwe nam (fight me) I refuse to fight a weak woman." You get up slowly and you're quick to grab her by her throat pushing her to the fridge you glance at the scar she received from Namor that would be the weak spot that's what you would need to hit. However, you intentionally avoid stabbing her there you avoid any important organs when you stab her. You twist the dagger and she keeps eye contact with you as she's trying to push you off of her her hands grasping at your face.

When she finally gets a good handle and pushes you into the counter you're quick to regain your stance. You've obviously pissed her off now because the gauntlets fall to her sides as she results to fist fighting repeatedly hitting you in your gut and she only takes one shot at your face which you block. You knee her in the stomach in return hitting the spot you stabbed earlier she takes a knee as she gasps for air. You return the shots she took at you to her face when you're done you grab her face and watch as blood drips from her brow and lip. You smile at the sight of her blood you don't know what was making you think you shouldn't kill her because right now her blood is a beautiful sight to you. You lick the blood dripping from her lip but she catches you in a kiss her hand reaching your throat and choking you as she does so. You gasp into the kiss feeling yourself getting lightheaded as you do so. Shuri pulls your bruised body on her own "I forfeit... I can't kill you" she pulls away and lets her forehead touch yours "but my main focus has been to kill you this whole time. Fight back." She shakes her head and you grasp her hand that's around your neck with your own tightening them around hers.

"You can hate me but I won't kill you I won't kill another one of you. I love you" you loosen your hands shocked by her words "what?" "I love you even though I know under the facade you put on you truly hate me for the death of him I sat in that shower and thought about everything. I thought about why you'd want me dead and I know why but even with that knowledge I can't. No, I won't kill you because I love you Y/n." Shuri traps you in a hug and you sit there confused this girl is fucked up but so are you. You let her hug you but you feel her grip slowly loosen causing you to pull away "Shuri... Shuri!" Shuri lays unconscious under you. You're quick to grab her kimoyo beads to see she's not dead but damn near there her heartbeats slow you carefully pick her up and call Okoye on the beads. "Shuri needs help. There's so much blood."

"Shuri needs help."

A/n: on that note shuri could be well aware that you are about to kill her and would still let you reach your climax she's a win fr just saying. Not a fan of this but honestly I'm done procrastinating I have other fics to write.

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pomplalamoose · 8 months

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to love from afar

🌛bonus chapter🌜

Master Luke Skywalker x reader

summary: An experimental continuation of chapter 1; explores the possibilities of your Master returning your feelings.

word count: 5,908

(basically a fan fiction for my own fan fiction, however if you'd like this to be the true outcome after the first part, you're welcome to of course <3)

read the first chapter here or on AO3🩵💙

You're sitting cross legged on your bed roll; facing you is a simple pair of black pants, neatly folded and looking very inconspicuous.

Yet you are staring at them like they caused you personal harm, like their burden is physically weighing down upon your shoulders.

Being very well aware you're being dramatic doesn't change the fact you have been procrastinating returning the pants, your Master was generous enough to lend to you, for nearly a week now.

The injuries caused by your embarrassing fall down a hill have healed nicely, only a few faint lines still visible where sharp edges cut deep.

And while you are very thankful for your Master's care and attention following directly after, your dreams now only ever circling around how he held you in his arms and briefly touched your cheek, you haven't dared to initiate any kind of contact since then.

When before you were shy and a little standoffish you are outright avoiding him now whenever you possibly can.

And although your heart aches with want and still you crave his praise, his good will, even a smile, you feel as though you would simply go up in flames should he ever bestow his attention upon you again.

The shame, after coming to the conclusion that he knew about your most intimate feelings, your thoughts and dreams all along, too strong to release into the Force.

And you tried. You really really did try.

It is delaying your training after all, keeping you up at night, sneaking up on you during meditation or dinner, haunting your every waking moment.

It's eating you alive and the constant fear that he too will sense this, should your mental shields crack, has exhausted you.

Breathing in deeply and then slowly out again, you make an effort to view your situation differently.

Master Skywalker is kind and understanding.

What are you so afraid of?

He does not deserve your fear.

All this time, it seems, he was aware of your crush that developed into more the longer you stayed with him and the others, and yet did he ridicule you?

Did he punish you?

Did he send you away? Did he tell you to let go of those feelings, make them out to be unbecoming of a Jedi?

No. Of course not. And, you tell yourself, he never would because that's why, among many other things, you would surrender your very being to him.

Even after your last conversation just outside his rooms, when he offered to work on your mental shields with you, he did not do so as a reprimand, but because he genuinely wanted to help.

And even though you sense his disappointment towards your current antics and failings during his lessons, he remains nothing but patient, allowing you to keep your distance, never overstepping your boundaries, not forcing himself on you.

He does not deserve your fear.

Not when he explicitly told you more than once how he cared and wished only the best for his students.

He must have known about your feelings for a long time.

So why would his stance towards them change now of all things?

With sweaty hands you pick up his pants, your heart beating fast as you press them to your chest and make your way outside to search for him.

When you carefully reach out with the Force to locate your Master's current whereabouts, you find your shields already lowered.

You sigh in defeat. Eventually you will have to ask him about his offer to work with you on that.

The afternoon sun is warming your back and slightly soothing your nerves as you make your way into the near woods where you suspect his presence.

Indeed, you soon are able to find him sitting in a small clearing, seeming to be deep in meditation.

At first you are relieved to have an excuse to leave again but then your stomach sinks; you don't know when you'll be able to gather your courage to try again, if at all.

The longer you avoid this, the worse it will get.

But interrupting now?

Maybe you could just place the pants next to him and then make for a run?

He would know, of course, who put them there.

Possibly he'd seek you out after.

No, you decide, it's better to get this over with and just wait until he has completed his exercises.

Nervously chewing on your bottom lip, lost in thought, you don't realize your Master's eyes lazily tracking your every nervous twitch and movement.

Neither do you see his lips curl upwards into a sly smile, or the momentary gleam in his gaze, uncannily resembling that of a predator ready to strike.

His voice, though, is warm and velvety soft, when he speaks, as if to not scare you away.

"Oh hello, what a lovely surprise. I hope I have not left you waiting for too long?"

Unable to do anything but stare, immediately having fallen under his spell again, you shyly shake your head.

Slowly extending his arm in your direction, he beckons you closer and of course you obey. You would never think of doing otherwise.

"I'm very pleased to see my little way ward sheep return to me. Sit with me, Padawan."

Doing as he asked, you awkwardly lower yourself to the ground some distance away, face burning as the nickname echoes in your head.

Your Master, however, does not seem satisfied.

"No, that will not do, Padawan. Do you wish to throw my pants across the clearing? I thought your manners better than that."

Patting the ground directly in front of his crossed legs, like someone would to lure a puppy, he looks at you expectantly.

In disbelief you can't do much but blink at him, sheepishly shuffling across the grass when he doesn't relent, eventually coming to a stop only a few meters away from him.

He shakes his head, again tapping the ground in front of him with growing insistence.

"M-Master...that's hardly-"

You stop mid sentence, suddenly not so sure if it'd be wise to openly question his wishes after basically ignoring him for a week.

Lowering your head you kneel where he wants you to, fussing about invisible flecks of dust in your lap, studiously doing the most to distract yourself from his broad chest right in front of your face.

With a deep exhale he unfurls his long legs, resting them on either side of you, strategically caging you in.

"Very good. Although it would have been easier to comply right away, don't you think, Padawan?"

Without waiting for an answer, he continues.

"Let's take a moment to practice, yes? I believe you will benefit from this greatly."

Then, abruptly pulling you out of your confusion, his voice suddenly turns commanding.

"Look at me."

Startled your head snaps up immediately and you're rewarded with a smile.

His commanding tone however, does not change.

"Hand me my pants. Good. Now say: thank you dear Master, for lending them to me."

"Th-Thank you, dear Master, for lending them to me."

"You are most welcome, Padawan. Repeat after me: Master, what could I possibly do to repay you?"

Is he teasing you? Blinking up at him you obey nevertheless.

"Master, what could I possibly do to repay you?"

For a long moment he has you pinned with his gaze, then leaning forward, his hair tickling your cheek, he whispers in you ear.

"Mmh aren't you lovely, Padawan. There are indeed a few things you could do for me. And you will, won't you? You are always so well behaved, always eager to please, isn't that right?"

Barely daring to breath you've grown very very still, your mouth hanging open slightly.

You must have fallen asleep earlier without realizing. This has to be one of your silly dreams.

Will he ask you for a kiss now? It would be so easy to oblige too, just a quick turn of your head and you'd be able to touch your lips to the corner of his mouth and then-

"Padawan. I asked you a question."

Oh. Maybe not a dream then?

"Uhhh yes, Master?"

Leaning back, he slightly tilts his head.

"You weren't listening."

It isn't a question.

Your thoughts temporarily strayed very far away and he knows, surely having a very good idea where to as well.

You briefly check your shields. They are down.

Damnit.

Avoiding his gaze you concentrate instead on the smooth skin just above his collar.

"I apologize, Master. It won't happen again."

You notice the way his Adam's apple moves when he huffs a laugh.

"It isn't wise to make promises one can't keep, my Padawan. But I will let you get away with it this time. Now, back to my original question-"

"I remember, Master!", you interrupt excitedly when the fog in your brain momentarily lifts.

"You wanted me to do something for you, did you not? Am I not right?"

"I guess I can let that count, yes.", he answers calmly, clearly amused at your sudden eagerness.

Determined now, to further please him, unbeknownst doing exactly as he foretold, you don't shy away this time, waiting for his directions.

This isn't going as bad as you feared!

Yes you embarrassed yourself many times over a span of what? Ten minutes? But you don't seem to be in trouble and that's all that matters to you.

You're rather stupefied when he gets up, suddenly towering over you.

Still kneeling on the soft grass you have to crane your neck to keep looking at him, not understanding right away he expects you to get up as well.

So when you simply remain at his feet he raises his eyebrows, his expression awfully close to the gentle exasperation you dislike so much.

"What is it, Master?", you ask, rather insecure now.

A sigh.

"When was the last time you had a full nights rest, Padawan?"

Furrowing your brow you try to think.

You find you don't know and neither are you able to comprehend why he's asking.

"M-Master? I don't think I understand, I-"

You break off when he leans down, taking hold of you under your shoulders and hoisting you up.

"I shouldn't be so surprised.", he says under his breath before fully addressing you once more.

"Come along, Padawan."

Humming softly to yourself you follow after him, still unsure of his motivations.

But now that he has mentioned it you realize you are very tired indeed.

Mmh, why did he ask about your sleep again?

You can't say you are able to tell, not when your limps are so heavy all of a sudden, your brain for once nicely quite and fuzzy.

Slowing down your steps to yawn, you decide to take a quick break; right over there that mossy spot looks very comfortable.

Your Master, however, seems to have different plans, swiftly taking your hand in his and pulling you along before you can sit down.

"Please, 'm so tired, Master!", you whine but are quickly soothed when he gently squeezes your hand and tugs you closer.

"Yes, my Padawan, I know. Just a few more steps, okay? See, we already made it out of the woods. And right over there", he points, "is where we want to go."

Reassured you happily follow after him, already too spaced out to worry about clearly being led towards his rooms, when you suddenly recognize your friends voice calling from afar.

"Master Skywalker!"

Sounding quite distressed, they quickly draw nearer.

"Master Skywalker, have you seen-"

Immensely relieved they are abruptly coming to a halt when they see your smaller figure close to his.

"Oh thank the Force you found them! They simply disappeared and we were so worried something had happened!"

In the distance you are able to make out your other classmates.

Are they talking about you? Why are they so worried? How could anything have happened to you while you were with your Master?

You swiftly dismiss your questions when you hear his calm voice responding, your friend evidently relaxing as well.

"Everything is alright now. I will look after them and make sure they get the rest they need. You may let the others know as well."

Absentmindedly nodding along you are simply content to hold your Master's hand.

This is wonderful. You wouldn't mind this moment lasting forever.

"Of course, Master. Is there something, anything, we can do to help?", your friend asks, eyeing you suspiciously as you cling to him, possessively hugging his arm to your chest.

You giggle.

In hindsight you'll wisely acknowledge that sleep deprivation is not a good look on you and so are eternally thankful for your Master's patience, who simply smiles and shakes his head to send your friend on their way again.

"Come on now.", he then says to you.

When you eventually arrive in his living space, he makes you sit on his comfortable cushions again.

"I will be right back, don't leave!", he tells you sternly and you hear him tinkering around in his kitchen.

That's also about the last thing you perceive, because then, quite surprising yourself, you are pulled into a deep and dreamless sleep.

***

When you slowly return to the world of the living, you have no idea where you are.

Neither do you know for how long you were out, nor what day or time it is.

It´s very quiet but somewhere, in the distance, running water is audible.

Spotting a window, you climb out of the unfamiliar bed, you were resting in, to look outside.

It seems to be late in the afternoon, close to dusk and you spot a few fellow students working in a pretty little garden.

One sees you as well, waving cheerily and you relax again, returning the greeting.

Good news: you are not on a foreign planet like you momentarily feared.

That'd be rather stupid too. Force, what is wrong with you.

Surely someone has to be around, making dinner or tidying up after their training, who you can ask how late it is.

However peeking out of the bedroom and then around the orderly near rooms, you happen upon nobody. Strange.

Normally most of the Padawans spent their early evening inside their quarters and yet there is nobody to be seen, not a sound to be heard.

Even the water, you suddenly realize, has fallen silent.

You can't even tell who lives here, a very obvious lack of personal belongings, like a cloak or a light saber, confusing you.

Deciding to quickly check out the missing rooms before heading out, you make your way down a short corridor and throw open a door to the left.

Only to be faced with your very wet, very naked Master.

The shriek leaving your mouth, rivals that of a krayt dragon going in for an attack, only rising in volume when your Master steps towards you, not even remotely bothering to cover up.

Without thinking you slam the door shut in his face, continuing to screech.

The picture of his nude body burning itself in yor brain not even close to calming you down.

"OH MY GODDDD!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!"

In your shock you inadvertently fall back on your home planet's way of speaking, releasing a wild string of curses that your mother definitely would not approve of.

You can't believe that just happened.

This is horrible.

This is way worse than anything that ever happened to you in your life before.

Faintly you can hear laughter before the wooden door opens, revealing you Master. Still gloriously naked.

Screaming yet again, you quickly shield your eyes like you would to block out the sun, the sight of him too much to endure.

"Cover up. PLEASE!!! Jesus Christ."

"Oh gladly.", comes the amused voice of your Master.

"You will have to step aside though, I don't keep my clothes in a bathroom. Do you?"

You feel him placing two warm hands on your shoulders to gently steer you out of the way.

"No! Of course not!", you reply, your voice a tad too loud.

"I'm very glad to see you out and about again. And you seem to be doing much better too.", he says conversationally as you hear his footsteps proceed away from you.

How is he so calm?????

Peaking through your fingers and then fully lowering your hands when you realize he stepped out of sight, you release a breath.

"Master, I'm genuinely sorry for raising my voice at you just now. And also horribly so for catching you off guard.", you blurt out, feeling like you might burst from sheer embarassment alone.

His answer is another laugh.

"Oh really? I´d say you were the one caught off guard, not me. I was very well aware you were coming my way."

You are scandalized, your heart still racing.

"But why didn't you say anything?! You could've locked the door or told me off, Master!"

"And withhold you from learning an important lesson? I don't think I ask too much, my Padawan, by expecting you to sense other people in a building."

"B-but Master! I- That´s not fair! I was still half asleep, I-"

Entering the corridor he fixes you with a stern look you would normally quiver under but right now...

Without meaning to your eyes lower to where a pair of still open pants are hanging from his hips, revealing...quite a lot.

Horrified you immediately tear your gaze away, your cheeks heated and burning.

"M-master, please, this is hardly appropriate."

Only when you hear the rustling of fabric and then a zipper do you dare to look at him again.

To your dismay he chooses not to put on anything else, instead moving around you and leaving you standing there like rooted to the spot.

"No, I will not put on a shirt.", he says over his shoulder, answering your unspoken question.

"This is my home and I quite enjoy relaxing after a day full of work too."

Turning to to look at you, he motions you to follow.

Then

"You seem to have a different opinion after sleeping in my bed for over a day? Care to elaborate?"

That stings but you're too stupefied to answer.

You slept in HIS bed, in his actual bedroom and didn't even realize?

He laid you down IN HIS BED?

Yes exactly, you remind yourself, and as if that alone wasn't enough you thanked him by walking in on him just stepping out of the shower, disrespecting his privacy and getting an eyeful of his big-

"Shields up.", comes the stern command.

"I am far from insecure but some things I'd rather my Padawan not think about too intensively. Even though I´m quite flattered, of course."

You hear the smirk in his voice but the shame you managed to keep at bay since finally getting some rest, comes back with full force; your eyes are burning and you turn away so he does not see your face.

As always you can't hide your feelings from him though and immediately hear steps moving towards you.

But oh, you try.

Pressing the heels of your hands tightly over your eyes like a petulant child, you simply avoid to grant him a look at you, even when you feel him gathering your head between his big palms.

"I apologize, Padawan. I'm an awful tease and I took it too far this time. You have every right to be upset with me. Please don't take this to heart."

His thumbs start to caress your cheeks, wiping away stray tears that somehow made it past your hands.

"I truly am sorry. It was not my intention to make fun of your weakness or the feelings you may have regarding me."

Gently he maneuvers you to sit, and, kneeling before you, he pulls your stubborn arms aside.

At first you try to struggle but then quickly give in, his strength far exceeding yours.

"Yes that's it, good girl.", he murmurs.

"I promise that nothing I said came from malice or was meant as an accusation. In truth I did not know how to approach you about a certain topic and I misspoke. Can you forgive me?"

You nod, and the smile he gifts you for an answer makes your heart skip a beat.

He is so beautiful to look at, it hurts.

"I'm not.", you say sadly and he frowns.

"I'm not a good girl.", you explain.

"I- I try so hard, I really do, but I can't keep my thoughts and feelings separated from my training. And It's ruining everything! I simply can't concentrate anymore. I mess up every single thing I try. I'm a horrible disappointment! A hopeless case. And look what a mess I've made, I-I- how am I suppossed to ever look you in the eyes again?“

Hyperventilating , you have to break off and to your embarrassment start crying in all seriousness now.

This is not the first time that happened, of course, but it's different this time; your face is getting blotchy all over, your eyes are swelling and your body shakes with awful sobs you can't conceal.

"I don't deserve to be here.", you cry.

"Not at all. I will never become a Jedi, not when I'm blindsided by that silly, stupid, ridiculous crush. I'm even a burden to the others. I can't continue like this, I can´t! I should lea-leaveee!"

Your Master's expression, worried and compassionate before, now grows sad.

"Oh my dear Padawan, no. Don't speak ill about yourself that way. Come to me, let me hold you. Yes. Very good."

Pulling your trembling body off the seating cushions and arranging you in his lap, he gently presses you close.

"My sweet sweet girl. Hush now. Everything will be alright. It will all be okay. We will find a solution to this, yes? You are not alone and you are not a burden. To anyone. Do you understand?"

His words only make you cry more and you desperately sling your arms around his shoulders.

"Shh shh shh, I won't let go. I won't. I will hold you until you feel better, okay? You are not alone. It is important to me that you understand this. You don't have to speak, just nod."

Your face buried in the crook of his neck, you nod your head yes.

This you can do.

Anything he asks from you, you will give.

"Good. Very good.", he coos and then you are both quiet for a while; except for your occasional sniffles nothing can be heard.

You don't know for how long you two keep sitting on the floor of his living room.

It is like for one rare moment time has stopped and allowed you to simply exist in his arms.

Eventually the steady stream of your tears slows to a halt and you don't feel as miserable anymore.

Just empty and tired.

"Master?", you ask shyly, not yet daring to remove your head from his shoulder to look at him.

To your relieve, he doesn't insist on it and you can feel his chest rumbling when he hums in acknowledgement.

"You said there was a topic you wished to speak to me about?"

Apprehension sneaks up on you again as soon as you utter your question, your fatigue not hindering your mind at worrying.

After your emotional outbreak and everything said, will it even be relevant anymore? When it is unsure whether you might leave anyways?

"Yes.“, he answers

"I planned to after you found me in the woods but then you fell asleep as soon as I sat you down."

Your body grows tense and he reacts immediately.

"None of that. Don´t be afraid, I will not scold you. I'm simply worried. You have not been sleeping well for quite some time now, have you?"

He is worried? About you?

You bite your lip and shake your head no.

This seems suffice as an answer and your Master continues.

"Mmh I thought as much. As much as it hurts me to say this, I can't have you continuing your lessons like this, Padawan. You are bound to repeat accidents like the one last week and it's my responsibility to see that nothing happens to you. Especially now that you seem unable to do so on your own.“

At this you start sobbing again.

It is one thing to have thought about and suspected this yourself, but an entirely different one to hear your Master, the person you want to make proud above anyone else, coming to the same conclusion.

"I still believe that you are capable of becoming a great Jedi, make no mistake. This is not a race or a competition; you may take as much time as you need.

And that's what I believe you should do. Take time for yourself, Padawan. And, when you are ready, I will be more than happy to take you back on as my student."

You know he means well but your heart breaks all the same.

"Are...are you sending me away, Master?"

He sighs and briefly holds you closer.

"Yes...and no. In truth I am conflicted about it myself. Possibly putting a greater distance between this planet and me would be the wisest direction for you to take.“

He slightly has to speak louder then, to be heard over your helpless whimpers.

"But a very selfish part of mine does want you to leave even less than you do."

Raising your tear stained eyes to his, you look at him confusedly.

"W-what?"

Momentarily turning his head away, you see a muscle work in his jaw as he contemplates what to say next.

"I did not lie when I said I cared for you. I care for your wellbeing as much as for you as a person and I do not want harm to befall you any more than I want that to happen to the others.

However..."

He breaks off, thinks for a second before speaking again.

"In truth t has become increasingly harder to block your...thoughts."

"Oh no, Master, I'm so sorry, I'll make it stop I promise!", you cry.

"I-I didn't know this put a strain on you. I never wanted that, I never, I- I'll leave. I will! You will feel better then!"

You try to get up from his lap to do just that. Even with your mind reeling and body aching you are still set to remove his burden, even if it tears you apart.

Already you are planning what to pack and what to leave behind, your thoughts far away.

He is not letting go of you however, and you find yourself struggling against his grip more and more as sorrowful sobs spill out of you.

"Master, what- let me go. Please. Please don't make this harder than it already is. Don't hurt me so, please."

It's when he grips you around the waist and starts easily shaking your body like a doll, that you come to again, startling at his loud voice.

"LISTEN TO ME!"

Never before has he raised his voice at you or on anyone as far back as you can remember and you still, staring at him with wide eyes.

What did you do wrong? Never have you seen him this upset.

"Listen. To. Me. You misunderstand."

His laboured breath fans across your face, as he's wrangling with himself to calm down.

Then, suddenly leaning forward, he kisses you. Hard.

Caught off guard you let out an involuntary yelp but he doesn't seem to mind, instead jumping at the opportunity to enter your mouth with his tongue.

It's impulsive and heated and slightly disgusting, his lips meeting yours with such fervor, your head starts spinning.

You would have lost your balance would it not have been for how tight he is holding on to you and so you cling right back to him, holding on for dear life.

There are teeth and spit, his hands and his hot mouth all over you; it feels like you are being devoured, eaten alive, wholly and completely consumed by his burning desire, utterly hopeless at the face of it.

When he finally sets you free again, allowing you to suck in desperate gulps of air, you are a moaning, gasping mess.

Light headed and giddy you feel like you're floating.

Desperately wanting to be as close as possible to him, to feel him again, you try reaching his lips with yours but he withdraws, turning his head away abruptly.

"M-Master..."

"No. Don't say anything. Please."

When he looks at you again you notice he is out of breath as well, fixing you with a hungry gaze before reining himself back in.

"Your thoughts trouble me because I have grown fond of you myself. How can I distance myself from them, from you, when you cry out for me so sweetly? It is wrong for me, as your teacher and Master, to act on such urges and I apologize for doing so now.

Yet I do struggle. How am I supposed to look the other way when you are suffering and hurting not only physically but emotionally as well? When I know I could ease your pain with the simplest of actions? When all I would have to do is reach out and take?

Breathing in deeply he wipes his hand over his face.

"I won't let you leave. I can't. Where would you even go, all alone? You need someone to take care of you. You do. But I no longer can be your Master either."

At a loss for words you can only stare up at him, as he gently detangles your limbs from his and then quickly rises, leaving you behind.

Silence falls upon the room once again, but when before it was calm and comforting it is now pressing down on you, like it's stealing the air out of your lungs.

You want to run after him, call out for him, but, too deep in shock, your body simply won't follow your orders.

Outside the sun has long gone, darkness descending all around you.

You should go, you tell yourself, the only thought that rings out in the hollow of your heart.

But where to? Outside or away?

"I won't let you leave", you hear your Master´s words repeated in your head.

Then why did he leave you?

You don't have an answer for any of your questions, too numb and exhausted to care.

Slowly you get to your feet, carefully feeling your way through that dark.

Your hands reaching out, they make contact with what seems to be the entrance and you know you made it, are just about to turn the door knob when all of a sudden there comes a voice.

"Wait."

With a startled squeak you whirl around to be faced with a tall figure standing across from you; of course you didn't sense your Master's approach and your first instinct is to be horribly ashamed.

However that quickly fades, the least of your worries, when seemingly out of nowhere the room lightens up and you are able to see him fully, completely clad in black again, donning his robes like an armor.

Abruptly it feels like the last hours and weeks were nothing but a dream; as he stands there looking at you, he once again is the perfect picture of the strict and compassionate Master.

His suit and boots perfectly in order, his hair in place and his features calm and belying the emotions, he displayed just a few minutes ago, he looks like he did all those years ago when you saw him for the very first time.

That day, unbeknownst to you, but not to him, you fell in love.

And looking at him now you never were so sure you still are, the same feelings, that came to the surface upon your first meeting, clawing their way up with such force that it hurts.

He steps towards you then and you fight the urge to throw yourself at his feet, to apologize to beg, to cry, to worship, to do anything to convince him to let you stay with him. To make him allow you to exist in his presence.

He has too! He said so himself. He wouldn't let you go. He can´t.

"Master...", you breathe into the quiet.

"Not to you anymore.", he says with something akin to regret in his eyes.

"I have made my decision and it is final. You no longer are a student of my academy."

He might as well have punched through your ribcage, brutally ripping out your heart, tearing its strings; it would have hurt less than this.

You simply stare, too shocked to even cry. Your body reacts like under remote control, your brain shutting down.

"...I understand."

Quickly turning away you grab the door handle with desperate fingers.

You need to get out of here as fast as possible.

Not a single second longer will you be able to bear this humiliation.

The door, however, doesn't budge and it takes you a moment to realize it's because a big hand is easily holding it shut above you.

In an act of desperation, you reach for it with unknown bouts of desperation, gripping it tightly to rip it away, to let you free.

The hand surprisingly moves, but only to wrap itself around the back of your neck and turn you around, pressing you flat against the hard wood.

Your Master's stare is unwavering, sending chills down your spine, nearly scaring you in its intensity.

He lowers his head to speak into your ear, his voice husky.

"No. I don't think you do."

Stepping away and pulling you along, the grip he has around your neck leaves you no other choice but to comply as he finally opens the door, leading you outside.

As your chest quickly rises and falls with your attempts to gather enough of the cool night air, his demeanor gentles, his hand wandering up to stroke your cheek

"It has grown late. Go back to your room, lay down to rest. I expect to see you again tomorrow."

You bristle and shake off his touch.

"I- I don't understand. What- I'm not a student here anymore, I'm not your Padawan. You said you made your decision. That distance between us would be what is best."

He looks at you and at first doesn't respond, as if waiting for you to catch on.

You don't know what you are supposed to catch on to.

"I also said", he begins slowly

"that it is in no way appropriate for a Master to act on his Padawans's feelings."

You blink in disbelief, something that feels a lot like anger arising in your chest.

"Yes. Why do you have to rub that in? I understand. I UNDERSTAND you don't want me and you never will! You-"

With an exasperate sigh he tilts his head.

"Are you my Padawan?", he asks.

Too indignant to care about your manners, you wave your finger in his face.

"Well noooo, I'm not! How can you be so unbearable CRUEL, making me repeat it again and again and- oh."

Oh.

Leaning down he cradles your face in between his hands, leaving a lingering kiss on the crown of your head.

"Go to bed, sweet girl. I'll be here in the morning."

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shannankle · 6 months

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Current ask game

Tagged by the dazzling @thewayofsubtext! Thanks so much :D

Current time: 8:30-ish in the morning. A rare morning for this hypersomniac. I see a nap in my future!*

*There was indeed a nap, and now it's 2 pm

Current activity: Catching up on things I've been tagged in, I've gotten very behind with low spoons. But the real question is what am I procrastinating doing, which is cleaning my house so chairs can be delivered.

Currently thinking about: Wondering how long it'll be before I crash and need a nap.* But also planning what I'm going to do with my few days off and how to catch up on all the smaller things on my to do list I've been putting off

*It was 30 minutes give or take

Current favorite song: Gosh favorite songs are hard, ummm let's go with Nauseous by the Rose. I got to see them perform recently so it seems appropriate to pick something by them!

Currently Reading: I was going to say nothing. I don't get much reading done for fun these days (dissertation...sigh). But about an hour ago I ran into a gem which I'm planning to use for my next meta post on Shadow. It's Ghostly Desires: Queer Sexuality & Vernacular Buddhism in Contemporary Thai Cinema by Arnika Fuhrmann

Currently Watching:

Too much and I'm probably going to drop some, so I'll just list what I'm currently enjoying and definitely plan to keep watching

Shadow-It's great! I usually only write meta once in a blue moon but it's got me in a meta frenzy. Plus Singto, Fluke, and Fiat--sign me up! Highly recommend!

One Room Angel-Really enjoying this one so far. It's dealing with heavy emotions and topics in a very Japanese style which I love. We'll see how it sticks the landing this week. I don't mind sad endings if their done well and meaningfully. But I also hope for a happy ending (and that desire is where they really get me as a viewer)

Last Twilight-Like a lot of folks, my disabled ass was wary but held out hope that P'Aof would do this justice a la Moonlight Chicken. The first few episodes showed me that he is at the very least aware of the conversation and ready to handle this with nuanced characters. I can't say I don't have a few quibbles and I'm still waiting for the other shoe to drop, but so far I'm pleased!

My Dear Gangster Oppa-It's really sweet and fun, flaws and all. Hard not to relate to two awkward dudes who never had a lot of friends bonding. Throw in gangsters and gamers and it's a nice watch each week!

Bake Me Please-I really enjoyed the first episode. The characters feel lived in. Plus it's nice to see Guide in a lead role after I Feel You Linger in the Air and alongside Ohm at that. I can't put my finger on it, but something about how they're building out the cast reminds me of Taiwan's style which is interesting to see.

Oh No! Here Comes Trouble-Doing a re-watch with my partner. An absolute favorite! It tackles grief and loss with depth, a strong sense of storytelling, and a quirky sense of humor. Throw in the supernatural and fantastic characters, and I fell in love.

Current Favorite Character: This is too hard! Fine, I'll choose! Pu YiYong from Oh No! Here Comes Trouble

Current wip: Currently working my way to a meta on technology in Shadow

Play away: @thepancakelady @petalsandeverythingnice @ablazenqueen @justanothertraveller42 @thepondstogether @shining-oranges86 @outofthewoods-tv @not-a-real-colour @writerwithoutsound @imminentinertia @kudaai @buffvsummers @chickenstrangers @mirabella96 @superrex319 @broidkwhatibedoinganymore @lady-pascal @synxailla @waitmyturtles @lurkingshan @jemmo

#tag games #my posts

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snowrobin-133 · 2 years

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So I saw the ‘MC is as strong as Mallus in magic’ but how about the Dorm Leaders react to an MC that is unassuming but is ACTUALLY a master of multiple different martial arts style? Literally able to pin someone down that is twice their size but will only do it in self defence?

Sorry that this is like almost 6 months late. I’m not really physically strong myself so I wasn’t sure how to go about this, and as such procrastinated. Didn’t help that I’m lacking motivation for writing.

As such, this is probably gonna be my last request. If the fandoms I’m in are still active sometime in the future then I might open it back up, but for now I kinda just want to focus on my art and school. I'll probably post drabbles and other stories but not rlly often. As such I hope you guys will go support my art, as well as my WEBTOON The Astral Legacy (sorry not sorry for the shameless self-advertising lol)!

Thank you all for the support of my writing!

Riddle Rosehearts

Rather impressed! And somewhat envious, as he’s not very physically strong

Seeing you take down opponents one by one makes him awe-inspired and somewhat terrified

Sometimes if you take down someone that’s far bigger than you, he puffs out his chest in pride (smol children unite 🤩👊)

He would maybe consider asking you to teach him some moves but decides against it as he thinks about his own strength

Besides, he can just use magic to defend himself!

Definitely respects you though and is somewhat scared and enjoys watching you do your thing!

Leona Kingscholar

Savanaclaw is known for being good at martial arts and stuff so Leona doesn’t bat an eye when he learns you know martial arts

But then he learns you know a bunch of martial art styles, and is a master at all of them!!

Although he tries to play it cool

He’s like “Ight I see you herbivore”

To be honest it doesn’t change much about how he treats you

He just lets you take care of things yourself most of the time

Leona likes that you’re essentially a martial arts master but in the end he’ll still see you as a little herbivore

Azul Ashengrotto

Impressed and envious #2!

Despite being relatively strong due to his tentacles, it’s usually only apparent in his merform rather than as a human

As such, he’s about as physically weak as Riddle (RIP)

definitely considered using your strength as the collateral for your contract but decided that Ramshackle Dorm is more useful lolol

Even so, he respects your strength and definitely wishes that he could have it for himself

Sadly he likely won’t be able to get you to sign a contract for it so I’m afraid he must remain as a sad little octopus suffering as a human rip

Kalim Al-Asim

IN AWE AND IS ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE

He would crowd you with several questions, even asking you to teach him some moves!

He may even ask you to show off your skills at his parties!

He probably compares your skills to his dancing and in exchange for you teaching him some martial arts, he’ll teach you dancing!

Now whether that teaching goes well is up to you and how much he’ll be able to restrain himself

He’s basically just super impressed and super excited about having such a strong and impressive friend by his side!

Vil Schoenheit

He’s somewhat hesitant when he found out you were a master at martial arts

Indeed it’s quite impressive but what if you act like a burly guy because of your martial arts!! (Sorry I’m not sure how to word this it’s like 3am)

This cannot do!

Very humorous moments as he scolds you on how to mix your physical powers with your appearance

you can either listen to this or ignore it if you’re willing to face his unique magic head on 🫡

Even so, he respects your diligence and skills at becoming a martial arts master, even if he doesn’t show it or voices it out loud

Idia Shroud

Terrified

He is terrified

You’re so strong, so intimidating, but also kinda cool

You remind him of OP main characters from some of the animes he’s watched

He also doesn’t understand how you can be that strong

Did you cheat? He is unable to comprehend-

He would probably stay away with you, being most comfortable by hiding behind his tablet when speaking to you, as he doesn’t want to risk angering you on accident and being faced with your wrath head on

Malleus Draconia

You’re just like Lilia! He’s extremely strong in martial arts just like you!

Of course Malleus himself is just as impressive, but hearing of your mastery makes him think of Lillia

He’s actually rather amused because for him, your martial art skills are basically like you being a bug to his skills in magic and whatnot

Even so, he respects how you spent so much of your life mastering so many different types of martial arts! Especially considering how short a human’s life is compared to a fae’s!

He may consider dueling you some time, although he will probably refrain from it as he doesn’t want to hurt you 😞

He doesn’t really think of you any differently but he certainly appreciates your skills in several martial arts

Sorry that these are relatively short, like I said, I wasn’t really sure how to go about this request. Even so, I hope this was to your liking!!

Again, thank you all for any support you have given me for my writing!!

#twisted wonderland headcanons #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #azul ashengrotto #leona kingscholar #kalim al asim #vil shoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #twst #twst headcanons

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nickywhoisi · 2 years

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Happy halloween gang!

Woo! Finally we are here! Since uploading my train gem art that makes my soul buzz with excite, I've been super eager to show all of you how serious I am about this project! I've practically been aggravated! I am so mad at myself for procrastinating on uploading! Wow! Now there's this really stupid issue with my laptop keyboard going on the fritz, and I've learned it's a hardware issue. I have to send it in for a while to get it fixed and I don't know how much it'll cost. Really afraid of what this may mean for my houseboat plans, which are even more important! O~O I am a little bit freaky-out-y again. But I'm not doing any o' that before giving you all what you were waiting for, and shouldn't have been made to wait so long for either. Here is a compilation of synopses and chapter ideas, called episodes, that tell you all you'll need to know about Thomas and friends in my fancy new au, and what goes on in the daily life of the crystal beings on Sodor. Now off I disappear again to play my vidyagames BECAUSE I GOT A NEW ONE NOW HA HA HA, GONNA LOSE MYSELF IN LUIGI'S MANSION 3 YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

Alot of these are-unfinished-as-i-still-havent-found-the-perfect-gemstone-for-each-engine-yet-but-i-will!-also-dont-mind-the-weird-dash-spaces-there-is-still-the-nonsense-going-on-with-my-keyboard-and-its-way-too-tiring-to-edit-rn-and-the-whole-thing-is-just-one-big-first-draft-so-its-all-gonna-look-wonky-i-have-to-go-clean-ok

Thomas - Kyanite 5.1 with a sparkle, always trying to prove his capability and uniqueness, tackling more things than he can actually handle, easily gets impatient (his plot arch is very similar to Phos during the beginning, except he actually likes the scholar job and he's good at it)

Lady - Gold unknown mohs level because she's made of flexible liquid gold material, the leader of the gems as she can literally extend her reach to support all of them and that kind of ability is respected as fuck

Toby - Dravite 7 Elizabeth - dark red gem Edward - undecided gem?

Henry - Verdelite 7.5, but he gets fused with another Gordon - Blue Diamond 10, has all of his usual pride and has to learn how to be more humble around everyone, but unlike Bortz, he does prove as more mature about certain matters all on his own, a more collected gordon James - Red Zircon 9.5, has remnants of Painite(black and red) marbling body, but pure red zircon in legs after the accident, has a fancy design on outer legs to be a show off to everyone Bertie - bright red gem Percy - undecided gem?

Bill and Ben - orange yellow gems Harold - white gem Duck - Duftite Emerald 7.8 mohs Diesel - Hematite Rose 6.5 Donald and Douglas - Almondine 7.2 Daisy - Despujolsite Boco - Duftite Alpha Mavis - something black and yellow Scotsman - dark green gem Oliver - GreenDemantoid 6.8 mohs Toad - dark grey gem Bulgy - red and yellow gem Derreck - dark green and yellow gem Rusty - Andesine or Zincite, is one of the gems on the winter cleanup crew, tasked with managing weather damage and cleaning off snow and ice Duncan - yellow gem Stepney - mustardy yellow gem

Proteus - Pale Yellow Spodumene 6.7 Duke - Amber Chalcedony 7 Skarloey - Unheated red orange Sapphire "HeatSaph" 6.3 Rheneas - Unheated red orange Sapphire "RedSaph" 6.3 Bertram - Brown Onyx 6.5 Smudger - Dark Green Natural Chrysoprase 6.6 "Freddy" - Moonstone 6.3 Falcon - Lapis Lazuli Stewart - Malachite Ferguson - Labradorite

{Episode ?, part 1, Kyanite is a useful gem}

Kyanite felt cross today, watching everyone pass by. How glorious they all seemed, their colours, their cuts, their hardness levels...all of what they were seemed to be woefully lost on him. He was a little blue gem of a 5 mohs hardness, which meant for him that he was not a gem strong enough to go out into battle, or patrols, or do anything very special with all of his friends. He thought himself a pitiably average gemstone with no special qualities to make him stand out like the rest. Kyanite was cross, indeed. He looked upon his own kind with jealousy, wishing that he were only more like them. "Ohh, what a lamentable fate I have...! Being made a small five when I know I can do so much more! I am a great gem, I know this! Yet...whatever can I do to prove it?" he thought to himself. "Now what's all this I hear, Kyanite?" A proud voice called out to him. It was Red Zircon, one of the most splendid gemstones of the island. He was much stronger than Kyanite, and it was but one of the many things that he boasted about to anyone who would listen; Zircon was also a rare gem, even among the other rare gems. Kyanite turned to see Red Zircon, and was taken aback by how stunning he looked. But then, he always looked so stunning in the light; as a brilliant red gem with a unique mixture of black stone in his body - he didn't recall what kind it was - and a pure red pattern along his long, slender, perfect legs. Red Zircon was one of the best gems around for a number of reasons, and he bloody well knew it too. With a flip of his shimmering, feathered, red gemstone hair, he questioned Kyanite. "You? A great gem who can do so much more? Good to hear you're reaching for the stars above, but...that's going to be awfully hard to accomplish as such a small and pitiably frail little gem, now don't you think?" Red Zircon said to him with an equally playful and condescending tone, with an amused smirk to go with it.

Kyanite gave a stern look at him. He would not stand for such slander! He got up to meet him face to face...which was a bit of a challenge as Red Zircon was taller than him, on top of it. And Kyanite always felt so embarassed at looking an exemplary gemstone in the eyes; something about their glow was too blinding to him. This was something that personally ground Kyanite's gears as well; for a long time, he had always hoped that gems were capable of growing up to be tall and strong, as he did not like how small he was...but Pink Tourmaline had to tell him the bad news that he would be stuck at not only the strength and colour, but the height he was formed with for his whole life. Only their leader, Lady Gold, had the ability to change her height; though not often, it was but one of the incredible things she could do. Poor Kyanite found himself quite envious of these perfect gems, blessed with the things he could only long for, and so he used that spite to drive his message forward to Red Zircon. "Now l-listen here, Zircon! I didn't intend for you to be eavesdropping on me. And furthermore, you ought to be believing me instead of scoffing!" Zircon backed off a bit and said, "Oh ho ho! Oh, little Kyanite, there's no need for those sharp edges!" In our human vernacular, it would be like he was saying 'no need to show your fangs'. "I didn't mean to insult, you know that." Kyanite was thrown off momentarily at this shift. He was unsure, and still a bit miffed at him. "Oh no? You didn't...?" He replied, "Why, of course not. Wouldn't dream of it!" This left Kyan changing his mood a bit, wondering if maybe he was overreacting somehow? He brought his manners out instead. "Oh...um, well, okay..."

Red Zircon continued, "I've heard you go on and on for quite a while about your lamentable state, you know. All I was really doing was pointing out your - if you'll forgive me and I'm sure you will - glaringly obvious shortcomings, to remind you of what you're truly fighting against. That being...yourself." He finished his line with a dramatic, controlled, emphasizing pointing, right at Kyanite's round little nose. He got the hint right away, and was left to feel miffed all over again. "...O-oh. I see. And is that supposed to make me feel better over my situation, then?" He glumly questioned the taller gem, arms crossed. Zircon thought briefly and replied, "Um, I don't think so? I couldn't possibly imagine anyone who would be happy about their failings! Good grief, how bizarre would that be?" Kyanite's emotional state was worsening with each remark that came from Red Zircon, and he tried his best to hold back his snippiness...to a limited success. His arms were still crossed as he asked, "Well in that case...Zircon, don't suppose you could stop rubbing it in my face for a moment, and tell me if you know of any way I can overcome my...shortcomings, as you say?" Admittedly, Kyanite was embarrassed at himself for drawing blanks, plan-wise. As frustrated as he was, he genuinely did not know what to do, which is why he was seeking help in the first place. Zircon brought his finger to his cheek as he went into thinking of how to answer Kyanite. "Hmm...my my my, that's a tough question. I mean, where to begin? Perhaps at your cut? Your hardness along with that? Your drab colours? Your height? Your clothing style? Your attitude? Your overall mood? Your entire personality? Your--?" At hearing all of this...cruel opinion onslaught, Kyanite was very shocked and indignant. He did NOT like to get so raked in this way, and wanted no more of it! Quite desperately, he interrupted the other's comments. "Okay! Okay! Stop that, y-you...!!" Zircon secretly delighted in knowing how riled up he could make the smaller gem. Unfair, yet he thought it a fun game all the same, so he continued on. "Oh, my, yes...we'd have to have a complete overhaul of you. Each category is abysmally lacking, as you are now."

Kyanite absolutely hated this, as he looked at Red Zircon with such a struggled, strained and defeated expression. The poor little gem had had enough. What is this?! He wanted help, not to feel so personally attacked; and over everything he couldn't possibly know how to change! He wanted so badly to just snap his fingers, make Zircon go away, and make all of these problems get instantly fixed, like that. Now he went from royally pissed off to depressed, and definitely too insulted to even find the words to get back at the red gem. But that was finally, finally when Red Zircon noticed that perhaps he really was going too far, seeing little Kyanite almost ready to release tears. Red Zircon’s eyes went from lazy to widened, like that. He didn't actually want to do this to the other gem! He only thought it was a bit of cheeky banter and nothing serious...but the one he was chatting with reacted in a way that certainly indicated otherwise. Collecting himself from his self-induced shame, Red Zircon used his hand to gingerly bring Kyanite's face to see his, and very smoothly added, "...But, in the matters of cut and hardness, there may yet be hope for you. I know of a very simple solution to that!"

Kyanite lit up at that last sentence, seeing that Red Zircon was genuinely sorry for what he was doing and really was trying to be helpful. "...Ah! Yes?! What might that be?" "Oh ho ho ho! Why, silly little Kyanite, have you forgotten already? When you assisted me in getting back to the Shed after that nasty accident? I was fixed up with pure red zircon crystal so that I look better than ever before!" He made a little pose with his legs, for emphasis. “And I can move around at unmatchable speeds too! I can simply do it all now~!" But just before he went on a tangent about himself and all of his best qualities...Red Zircon caught himself and kept to the point. "And so that is the solution I see fit for you, Kyanite. Reconstructive surgery. You should figure out how to be rebuilt into a grander gem! Simple, isn't it~?"

Kyanite considered Red Zircon's idea, and slowly, it became very enticing indeed. "Why, yes...! Of course! Reconstructive surgery! Why didn't I think of that?!" Right in the midst of his pleasant imaginings, and the promise of his dream having a way to come true, Kyan had a sudden epiphany or two enter his mind that apparently put a new damper on the whole. He went from being greatly enthusiastic, to hesitant and doubtful. "...Aah, no, wait. You make it all sound so simple, yes, but...how do I go about this?" Red Zircon gave Kyanite an incredulous look. "Eh? What do you mean 'how do you go about this'?" Where was this coming from? Kyanite did his best to explain. "I mean, isn't there a whole process to it? Like...um...for instance, how do I find the right gemstone for me to be infused with? Hm? How do I achieve this when I am not sturdy enough to venture out on my own? And with all of those monsters out there..." "...Ah. Well...yes. That is true. You would need to find a..." Zircon was growing more wide-eyed as he was wrapped up in his own realization; Kyanite was right. "...Oh. And be durable already, now that I think on it. B-but surely that can still be done? There could be one out there just right for you, yes?"

Kyanite continued. "And, even if there is, even if I did manage it, what would I have to do then? Have myself shattered just to make [Mavis] and the others perform surgery on me?" "Well, I don't understand how you can focus so much on all the negatives, when I just gave you a solution to your problem! For goodness' sake! How can you not just be grateful?! And how can you not try it out and see, hm?!" "Zircon! Don't you think I've tried going on my own already?! It doesn't work! Or have you forgotten all of my repair trips?! Have you no care for how...hard this is for me?!" "Kyanite, I wasn't talking about...I-I haven't forgotten! Now didn't you want help, or not?!" "Mmm...! ...Well...yes, I did. But...you can think of these things because you're already protected by your hardness! You can already...do these things that I...can't." "...Oh. Wait, you mean...oh no. Oh no! Do you mean I'm making it worse by speaking so plainly?" Kyanite nodded, looking very glum indeed. Red Zircon realized that maybe he actually did forget how his plight affects the little one. Red Zircon didn't need to worry much as a 9.5 but had no perspective of what life as a brittle 5 is like. He just humbly said, "Oh, good grief...perhaps I didn't realize what this all means to you. I do sincerely apologize, Kyanite. I am not being as splendid as I should be, now am I?"

Kyanite thought that last remark Red Zircon gave was funny, in an endearing way. He smiled a little more at that, and showed the other that he was feeling a little better now. "Thank you. I'm sorry too. I just have a lot to consider as a five, is all. I don't want to have an...attitude. I just can't stand being so frail!" "Sakes. That does sound awful. ...In that case, I think what you need to do first is find someone who would take you to go find your gem part. I would simply love to go right now and help you, Kyanite, really! It would be lovely to repay you for your helping me back then, but I'm afraid it's almost noon! I will need to go patrolling soon with (Edward)! I just have no time to spare, you see." "Oh...really? Ugh, that's a shame. Who might I turn to, then?" "Not sure. Why not ask around? That's what I would do. My goodness, I am just full of good ideas today, aren't it~? I know~!" "Heh heh, yes, yes. Well thank you very much, anyway, Zircon! These are good ideas! And this could be it...! I'll get onto the search right away! See you!" "Good luck, little Kyanite! You'll need it out there~!"

#zomg my art!#tt #k #choo choo groop #tttei\#ttte #wri\#my writings #fanfic

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konako · 2 years

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"Hey, Mom?"

Regina perked up from where she'd been cooking dinner, turning to her son with a gentle smile.

"Yes, my little prince?"

"... is Ruby not coming over today?"

Regina's smile slowly lowered into a frown. "I... well...honey, she--"

"--don't lie and say she's busy! I saw her walking around town all day!"

Regina opened her mouth to retort only to pause. "All day...?"

"Yeah! She looked so sad and droopy! Like when Emma doesn't get pizza!" Henry exclaimed, trying to act out the exact face the werewolf had made; it was indeed sad-looking.

"Henry, don't compare Miss Lucas to that mongrel." Regina sighed, already turning back to her cooking.

Henry grumbled. "You're missing the point, Mom! She misses you! And--And you miss her too!"

Regina froze, gritting her teeth in as best an Evil Queen impression as she could. "I do not miss her, Henry. Now... go do that math homework you've been so eager to procrastinate on."

Henry stomped his foot, ever the young boy. "Stop acting like this! You're not the Evil Queen, Mommy! I know you love her!"

Regina went stoic, eyes wide and regarding her son. Love. True, she and Ruby hadn't said those words to one another out loud but... it wasn't false, was it?

She... loved her.

So, why did it hurt so much?

No one could ever love a monster, my darling girl.

Ah, that's why.

"Henry... go upstairs." She murmured, sullen eyes turning back to her nearly completed dish.

"But--!"

"...please." Regina replied, voice hoarse and weak.

Henry quieted, finally reading his mother's reaction and nodding gently. He turned and made his way to the staircase, calling back one final thing.

"I thought you two looked nice together, Mommy."

Regina gave a shaky inhale, food forgotten as she slid to her knees on the floor. Her arms wrapped around herself in a flimsy impression of the strong ones she longed for.

She won't love you.

Strong arms that held so much warmth.

You're tainted.

So much love.

You're evil.

A smile that lit up the room.

You're wrong.

A voice that resonated, sugar-sweet.

You're a monster.

Perfection, in every sense of the word.

She won't love a monster.

With a broken cry, her signature dark violet engulfed the room; washing over textures and colors she'd grown fond of.

That dark violet rattled the manor, crashing against walls, crashing against fixtures, and alerting the other resident.

"Mom?!" Came Henry's yelp, small feet rushing downstairs to regard her. "Mom!"

She turned her gaze and met the fearful and concerned look of her son. Purple tears caked purple eyes and ran down her cheeks.

Look what you did.

You scared him again.

Monster.

She enveloped herself in that same purple energy, disappearing into it before the boy's eyes.

"Mom!" He called out one final time.

And then she'd vanished.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! don't do this to me!!!!!!!

#red queen #red queen ouat #*tensely eating popcorn*#oh my god she vanished #regina mills #shit gotta tag it so we can have a thingy #crunch ficlet #that's the tag

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originalchibimonkey · 1 year

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So, in recent weeks I've been FLOODED by bots who have been following my blog, sending me messages, and otherwise disturbing my simple existence as a shitposter. As I'm doing a minecraft and blocking them all, I've noticed that a lot of them have emojis and single word statements, which I shall now overanalyze and rate because I have homework I'm procrastinating on. Please forgive any spelling/grammar issues, English is my first language and I suck at it.

We start off strong with this blog, who right away let's you know what it's about with the eggplant and corn emoji. It's direct and simple, and combined with the gasping monkey and word "Hottie" really sells the whole 'adult bot blog' vibe. The one thing that throws me off here is the "20", Turkey emoji, and "Algeria". Is the turkey suppose convey a similar meaning as the eggplant and corn emoji? If so, wouldn't the chicken emoji be more effective? Furthermore, I sense the 20 is suppose to suggest the age here, but paired with the imagery of the turkey seems to suggest there are 20 Turkey running this blog, all of whom seem to be from the country of "Algeria". If this is indeed the case, then the eggplant and corn emojis lose their adult meaning and instead suggests that this is a blog dedicated to farming. The gasping monkey could be read as us, the viewers, being shocked by Algeria's agriculture as well as being attracted to it due to its economical value, hence the word 'hottie'. Unfortunately, this reading cannot be proven, as there is no pictures on this blog other than an image of a young woman for the profile, which was likely stolen from somebody's tinder. Overall, I give this a 6/10, as I feel like the usage of the vegetable imagery and term 'hottie' was straightforward, and it made me interested in Algerian agricultural.

This next one also has a turkey in it, which I feel has some sort of meaning that I'm missing because I am an idiot. So the major issue I have here is with the emoji choices. The smirking face next the word 'babe' is pretty good—I feel like it has a nice suggestive flair to it—but I'm confused about the mushroom. What is it suppose to relay here? Perhaps that this bot is a 'fungi' to know? Perhaps it is suppose to remind the viewer of the popular 'cottagecore' aesthetic? If we're going with the cottagecore aesthetic, I think it pairs nicely with the flowers, but with the turkey, I think whatever AI generated this should have gone with something like a dove or a toad, just to match the garden/feminine vibe that I often see with cottagecore. Utah is a rather 'meh' location, not incredibly exciting or exotic, but kinda simple and easy place to take it. In my opinion, it's a rather safe location to choose, because people from Utah often act like they are robots, so any awkward interaction with this blog can be dismissed as a real Utahian learning to communicate with other people. I don't know what the x between the flowers mean—perhaps it is suppose to be a mouth and the two flowers are the eyes? Perhaps the delicate pink petals contrasted with the hot pink of the background is suppose to imply some sort of suggestive imagery and the x is suppose to remind us of "X-rated" material? Idk. 5/10 for this one, the babe and smirking face go together, but I feel like the rest fall short of catching the attention of the viewer.

Okay, so I love the philosophical question this one poses. For as long as humans have existed, we have asked ourselves this question and have yet to come up with a solid answer. The fire and smirking face really portrays humanity's fiery determination and confidence to solve this riddle, although I will admit the repeated face of the smirking devils indicates a mischievous element to this problem. Perhaps those devils represent how the universe toys with us, dangling the answer to this question just out of our reach and laughing as we argue amongst ourselves. Perhaps they are suppose to represent the evils in this world that divide us, making us think one option is better than the other and turning us against each other. Again, the philosophical element of this bio is fantastic. I do not like the usage of the panda, tulip, or term 'billards'—they distract too much from the thesis. I think it would be better if the panda was replaced with a peach (reminding us of the rear we all fear yet desire) and the tulip being cherries (representing both the body part and the sweetness of victory as we finally solve this problem). I think Billards could be replaced with "Ponder this", as it strengthens the question. Thus, 9/10, Socrates would love this shit.

My biggest issue immediately with this is the location. Francisco is not in Idaho and the usage of the entire Earth just highlights the AI's incapability to accurately determine where the city is. Usage of emojis is completely random: blind monkey with coffee: perhaps a nod to the way society turns a blind eye to the price we pay for our consumption of goods? Thar could explain the earth, which is suffering because of our capitalistic ways. The yellow heart with Idaho implies some sort of love for the state, but since the bot obviously doesn't know what cities are in Idaho, I find the combination to be rather meaningless. Mushroom again, completely out of place here and, because of its location next to Franciso, makes me think of illegal substances, which only serves to further my dislike of this set up 3/10, poorly executed.

The last one and this one is confusing for me. First, we have the sentence "Fishing really bad babe". Now this makes me think of two things: 1 this bot is self aware how poorly it is catfishing humans and is making fun of itself, which explains the tongue sticking out in a playful manner. If the hands emoji are interpreted as a high five, this furthers the joke, as the bot is like "yeah I suck, high five bro!" 2: this is a message from a Marine Biologist to their romantic partner, sadly explaining that they are having poor luck at fishing. If the hands are seen to be clasped in prayer, it indicates that biologist desires for divine help in his activity. The fire and the smirking devil do well in strengthening the word 'bad' and pairs well with the black heart (which can be read as the biologist's darkening emotions as he continues to fail his task), but the orange just seems out of place here. Perhaps it is meant to represent both the bot and the biologist's desired fruit of their labor? I don't know really what to make of this line up, but I do feel like there is potential in it 6/10

Now if you excuse me, I have to continue procrastinating on the work I was suppose to do thirty minutes ago.

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