#rainhat

[iantheartandtapecollector]

Here's a new character named Croaky. She's a joyful frog who loves playing in the rain.

[parkerlerdal23]

Marvin The Martian has his green raincoat, rainhat, and rainboots on even blue pants as well on a rainy day in Spring! Don’t forget the umbrella Marvin! For @gregbruhl

[polliwoggers]

throwing these up here because i need to link em to something in order to put them on the fr forums. but anyways. flight rising rainy day apparel WHEN

[hystericallsoph]

i hate rainy days where the hell is the damn sun

[cruyffista]

Hi can you rec some fics please 😊

fic recs below the cut!

Squirm - atria - Men's Football RPF [Archive of Our Own] (alessandro nesta/paolo maldini)

As Far as You and Me Go - distira - Football RPF [Archive of Our Own] (pep guardiola/jose mourinho) (<- in my opinion this is the greatest football rpf fic i've ever read)

Don't write any name in the sand - MrBK - Football RPF [Archive of Our Own] (alessandro nesta/paolo maldini)

words alone are vain and vacant (and my heart is mute) - SixPonderous - Football RPF [Archive of Our Own] (pep guardiola/jose mourinho)

The Cynics - rainhat - Men's Football RPF [Archive of Our Own] (paolo rossi/antonio cabrini)

The El Siete Chronicles - Guede - Football RPF [Archive of Our Own] (luis figo/pep guardiola)

Put the Gun Into Your Mouth to Bite - justkisa - Football RPF [Archive of Our Own] (joe hart/costeel pantilimon)

[pixelatedraindrops]

can we get another sick yuma fanfic?

I usually don't take fic requests because I feel I'm not creative enough to write too often. But if its sick Yuma you want I may have a lil’ oneshot for ya c:

Here's a fic where he catches a terrible cold after losing his hat in the rain. This one's less whumpy and more fluffy. And Yuma will be speaking in a nasally tone pretty much the whole time.

Enjoy!

Under the Weather

(Oneshot)

Word Count: 4,000+

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Found Family

Fandom: Master Detective Archives RAINCODE

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It was just more terrible, awful luck for Yuma. When has it ever been good? He was minding his business investigating the situation in Kanai Ward like he usually did to track their ultimate secret down, but suddenly when he was doing something that upset the wandering Peacekeepers, they had begun chasing him. Thankfully Yuma was able to evade them, however it came at a price. A sudden gust of wind had blown across the trainee as he ran in the neon city of rain…and his rainhat had flown off. Yuma wanted to try to go back to get it, but the peacekeepers were still after him. He had to keep running, he had no choice. If he was captured, it would be all over.

He eventually lost them by running into a corner of the city. He decided that he needed to go back to the agency, thinking maybe this was enough for today. Yakou always said that if things like this happen, it was best to lay low until things calmed down. So, Yuma waited a little bit for the peacekeepers to get further from him so he could rush back to the sub safely. But as he ran, the rain kept pouring. He had no hat to cover him anymore. By the time he got back to the nocturnal detective agency’s submarine base, his hair and face were soaking wet.

“Master, you look like a sopping wet cat! Kyahaha~!” his spirit partner Shinigami cackled as she viewed how wet her master was. “Practically…dripping…wet…” The death god’s dirty mind decided to jab at the short detective.

Rain water was dripping down every strand of his lilac hair. To say he was sopping would be an understatement, He was practically drenched with the rain from the city by the time he came back from the chase. He began realizing how much that hat was protecting him as he tried to shake his head in a poor attempt to try to dry off.

“Stop it. There was nothing I could do. The Peacekeepers would’ve caught me if I went back to get my hat…” Yuma responded, starting to sound a little bit slurred in his speech.

He sighed as he opened the cover of the sub.

“Hey Chief, I’m back…” he announced climbing down the steps to the entrance chamber.

“Hey Yuma, how’d things go out there?” Yakou’s voice could be heard from the office of the sub. “You find anything new out?”

Yuma slowly walks into the office room sniffing a bit and wiping his nose with his sleeve. “No…” he quietly responded.

Yakou was not paying attention to the boy, as he was reading the paper at his desk with a cigarette in his mouth like usual. “Well, don’t sweat it, can’t do everything all at once.”

Yuma shivered as he took his rain attire off. “I-I was cha- aehh..” He stopped as he felt something tickle his nose.

“You were what?” Yakou asked still not paying attention to him.

Yuma couldn’t finish his sentence as he felt a sneeze building up something fierce.

“Eeeahh… Ahhh…” his eyes were squinted as he tilted his head backwards.

“AAAH-CHSHUU!!!”

The loud wet sneeze finally came out of the small detective in training like a volcano erupting. His head shot downward as the sneeze came out, he tried to cover his mouth with his sleeve.

Let’s just say…he failed.

This finally got the chief’s attention. Yakou heard that sound and then moved his gaze to meet the shivery trainee detective at the corner of the right side of the room. His nose was bright red and now leaking profusely after that sudden onslaught.

He was dripping wet in a different way now.

“Whoa, gesundheit! Are you alright?!” Yakou exclaimed putting the paper down.

“Y-Yeah…” Yuma replied weakly as his nose continued dripping.

The NDA leader immediately stood up from his desk and grabbed a box of tissues that were in the desk drawer and walked over to the trainee.

He took one of the tissues out, handing it his way. “Here you go.”

Yuma still had his eyes shut from the intensity of that sneeze, his eyes stinging a tiny bit as tears formed, but he reached for the tissue grabbing it.

“Tank you…” he responded sheepishly. The congestion in his speech is now making its way to him.

“Sheesh. You’re a mess… Did you catch a cold out there in all that rain?” the chief asked as he leans down to be more at the trainee’s level.

Yuma sniffled hard. “Ugh…I guess so…”

Yakou sighed as he placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Well, that much can be said from the way you look and the way you sound…”

“AH-ACHSHUU!”

Yuma let out another wet sneeze interrupting him mid-sentence, making sure to do it into the tissue he held. Yakou flinched, turning his head away. “Yikes…that sounds bad.”

Yuma sniffled again finally opening his watery eyes to look Yakou’s way “I’b…reawy sowwy…” he muttered in his nasaled tone looking embarrassed and ashamed.

Yakou sighed, smiling at him a bit as he stood back up. “You poor kid. I’ll go get a towel to dry you off. Then I’ll get you something warm to drink, how’s that sound?”

Yuma held the the tissue to his nose wiping it a bit.

“Uh-huh…dat souds good…” he responded before he blew into the tissue.

Yakou felt sorry for the boy but couldn’t help but be a little amused by his nasaled speech. He walked over to the shower room to grab a towel he could use to dry his wet hair. He walked back over to see Yuma sitting on the purple sofa still holding the tissue to his face.

Yakou placed the towel on Yuma’s head and began drying it moving his hands in a circular motion. Yuma tried remaining as still as possible while the older man dried his wet hair off.

He put the towel around the boy’s neck after he finished drying him off best as he could.

“There we go.” He said with a grin. “Thats about as dry as I can make you. You can hop in the shower later.”

“Tank you…” Yuma responded before his nose tickled him again. “Ahh-choo!” he sneezed into the tissue he held.

“Gesundheit!” Yakou responded surprised as he placed the tissue box he was holding right next to the boy and walked over to grab the trash can by his desk and put it below the purple sofa where the stuffy detective was sitting.

“Here, the trash can is officially reserved just for you today.” he responded kindly.

Yuma sighed as he threw the tissue away. His nose leaking again not long after, but he didn’t notice as he felt a little dazed.

The older detective sighed. “Yuma, your nose is still running…” Yakou grabbed one of the tissues and placed it to his face wiping it away himself as Yuma scrunches his face up, then he threw it away. Yuma blushed in minor embarrassment.

“Hey, are you feeling alright?” Yakou asked looking at him with some concern. “Aside from…well this.”

Yuma sniffled in response before answering.

“S-Sowwy…my head’s just fuzzy…” he responded putting a hand to his head.

Yakou slid his hand under Yuma’s bangs and onto his forehead after the sniffly boy uttered those words.

“Mmm yeah, you’re feeling a teensy bit warm. Rain sure did a number on you, huh? What the heck happened to your hat?”

Yuma looked down. “I…was chased…by some peacekeepers…”

“What!?” Yakou exclaimed in shock looking nervous. “Th-They didn’t follow you did they!?”

“Don’ wowwy…I lost dem…” Yuma said sniffling again. “But…I lost my hat while I was running…and couldn’t go baaaa…aaah…” he felt another sneeze coming. He quickly grabbed another tissue sneezing into it. “…back to go get it...” he finished throwing it away afterwards sighing.

Yakou sighed and calmed down hearing that they weren’t in any trouble looking at the boy with pity in his expression.

“Okay I gotcha. Sorry about that kiddo.” he said putting a hand to his shoulder to try to comfort him. “Looks like you got a pretty nasty cold though. So no more going out today, got it?”

Yuma nodded without hesitation or further argument. Without his hat, going out in the rain again would only prove more harmful. And he was starting to feel a little bit dizzy, so he didn’t really want to get up again anyway.

“I’ll write to the WDO to send you a replacement hat later, but for now I’m gonna go make you some tea. Drinking something warm should help you feel a little better. You want ginger or chamomile?”

Yuma wanted to respond but then his voice got a little hoarse in his attempted response causing him to cover his mouth in embarrassment.

Yakou raised an eyebrow as he closed his eyes smiling. “I’ll do chamomile then, sounds like your throat’s getting a little scratchy.”

Yuma nodded quietly as he laid back. His head was starting to hurt a little as well as his throat. He cleared it as he grabbed another tissue in his hand feeling his nose start leaking again. It just wouldn’t stop.  

“Sheesh! You humans sure are pathetic! Can’t believe you got this roughed up from JUST the rain, gosh you’re so lame master!!” Shinigami said floating by her master’s side laughing to herself a bit. “And you look awful!! May as well be dead Kyahahaha~!”

Yuma rolled his eyes as he blew his nose into the tissue again throwing it away.

“Just leave me alone…I’m not in the mood for your antics right now.” Yuma responded in perfect speech to the cackling spirit in his head.

“Ooh, you’re so snappy!! Are your face holes being full’a gunk making you a bit cranky!?” she retaliated teasing him again.

As Shinigami kept yapping away, Yuma just turned away from her as he curled up trying to ignore her and how bad his sinuses felt right now. He could hardly breathe through his nose, so he had to do so through his mouth. His head was starting to hurt again, and he felt another tickle in his throat.

He definitely caught a cold. It was going to be a long day.

After a short while Yakou returned with the tea as he saw Yuma curled up facing away from him. Yakou sat down. “Hey, Yuma? You awake?”

Yuma slowly got himself up before he let out another harsh sneeze.

“Aahaa…” Yuma whined trembling a little from the shock as he didn’t have a tissue on him, so his nose was leaking again, and his teary eyes were clenched shut.

Yakou put the tea down grabbing another tissue placing it to Yuma’s face. “Alright, let it out Yuma.” He responded. Yuma did so as he blew into the tissue harshly.

“I think we may need to get some nasal spray for you kid.” Yakou said throwing the tissue away. “Didn’t think you had this much mucus in your tiny body.”

Yuma sniffled while groaning miserably.

“Ughh…Adythig…to make dis stop…” he muttered quietly in an annoyed tone.

“Alright kid, sit up. Let’s get a warm beverage in you for now.” Yakou said as he grabbed the warm tea again.

Yuma sat up as Yakou handed him the tea. Yuma tried smelling it, but there wasn’t much luck in that. He was still way too stuffy to smell anything.

“Made it extra warm. Hopefully it’ll settle that tickle in your throat down.” Yakou said.

Yuma sighed as he drank a bit of the tea. It was sweet and warm, and felt nice going down. It uplifted him a little bit.

“Tanks Chief…” Yuma said weakly smiling.

“No problem.” Yakou replied smiling petting his head. “I’ll go get you a blanket. You’re officially taking today off to rest. I’ll see if I can tell the other master detectives to get you some things to help. Like, maybe some nice warm soup, nose spray, cold medicine, and some more tissues and herbal tea bags.”

Yuma nodded. “Dat souds dice…tank you…” he took another sip of the tea then handed it back to Yakou.

Yakou smiled taking it then putting the tea on the table. Then he stood up to walk the other room to get a dark blue spare blanket that he had stored away. He brings it back and places it over Yuma’s head and shoulders wrapping him up into a cocoon.

Yuma smiled as he sunk his chin into the blanket taking on its softness.

“So warm…” he said sighing in content.

“Good. Now you lay down and rest. I’m gonna head out to tell everyone else what happened then later we’ll all come back with more things to help you feel better alright?”

Yuma nodded. “Tank you. Ad…I’b sowwy for da twouble…”

“It’s no trouble Yuma, you’re sick.” Yakou chucked. “And hey, it beats being caught by peacekeepers. At least here you’re safe and warm instead of being stranded in the rain or in some run-down cell at Amataerasu.”

Yuma nodded before he laid back down sniffling curling up sinking his face into the warm blanket. He groaned a little bit. “…by head huwts…” he complained.

“Hang in there kid, medicine is on the way. Just try to relax.”

Yuma fell asleep soon after Yakou responded to him.

Yakou nodded as he grabbed his raincoat and put it on. He turned one of the lights off in the office to see if dimming the lighting a bit would help the trainee sleep better. Then he left closing the door behind him.

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After about 2 hours, Yakou along with the rest of the Master Detectives all came back with multiple shopping bags. Containing many different necessities for the cold-stricken trainee waiting back at the office. Everyone also wore facial masks. It was probably already too late for Yakou on being a carrier, as he spent quite a while with Yuma along with touching him, but him getting ill wouldn’t be a big deal. But he could not risk any of the other detectives getting sick, or they wouldn’t be able to do any work.

They all entered the room to find Yuma awake sitting up on the side of the purple checkered sofa wrapped in the blanket trying to get comfortable looking very out of it. Shinigami decided to be quiet as Yuma continued to ignore her, so she eventually gave in and just stayed quiet floating beside him.

Yuma’s hair was a mess, as was his face, his nose was running, and his eyes were as watery as before. The tea left on the table was empty and there were tissues everywhere. Even on the sofa and table, and the trash can was full of them as was the floor. Only one person littered the sub in trash today. One sick little trainee detective.

“Hey Yuma, we’re back!” Yakou said smiling brightly at him.

Yuma looked his way, not changing his expression nor speaking. Just lightly nodding.

“How are you feeling, my man? Heard the rain gave ya a pretty bad case of the sniffles!” Desuhiko chimed in also grinning behind his mask.

“We got some basic necessities for you.” Halara said muffled as well as they lifted the bag they were holding. “Hoping to help to cure whatever ails you.”

“Yuma, you look like a caterpillar in a little cocoon right now!” Fubuki stated observing the state of the trainee as he tried to get warm. “How very cute!”

“Honestly Princess, have some compassion! Can’t you see he’s suffering right now?!” Desuhiko exclaimed a bit annoyed.

“Looks comfy…wish I could…do that too…” Vivia lastly responds.

Yuma sighs as he lets out another sneeze before groaning and sniffling the nasal discharge up again. Then he wraps himself in the blanket once more hugging himself shivering a little bit.

This pitiful sight and clearly very miserable gesture from him made everyone else get a worried look in their eyes.

Yakou signals the other detectives to keep their distance as he removes his raincoat putting it to the hanger, and walks over to the wrapped up trainee sitting down next to him moving his face closer to observe him carefully.

Upon looking at him more closely, his skin looked a little paler and shinier and there was a slight pink flush in his cheeks, but not nearly as red as his nose.

Yakou placed his hand to the boy’s cheek gently. The older detective frowned a little.

He felt warmer. No wonder he wasn’t speaking.

“Hang tight kid, medicine’s here.” Yakou said as he rummaged through his bag to grab some liquid cold medicine as well as some aspirin for his headache.

“Mhm…” was all Yuma could utter.

Yakou then clapped his hands twice as he began instructing everyone else.

“Halara, go start making the soup, Desuhiko go grab some spare clothes from your disguise bag that he can change into later after he showers, Fubuki go get me a spoon from the kitchen and a glass of water, and Vivia go get me the thermometer in the shower room along with an ice pack.”

All the master detectives did as they were told. Halara grabbed the can that was in their bag and went into the kitchen to get to work as Fubuki followed them to finish her own task. Desuhiko unzipped his bag going into it to search for any spare clothing in Yuma’s size. And Vivia walks slowly to the shower room. Leaving the two to have a small moment alone.

When the coast is clear, Yuma weakly leans into Yakou’s shoulder still trying to get himself comfortable.

Yakou sighs as he places a hand over Yuma’s body scooting a little closer to him until the small blanket cocooned boy was in his arms. He smiles down at him sympathetically as a parent would for their sick child.

“Not feeling very good, are you kiddo?” he asked, looking down at him, placing a hand on his head stroking it softly.

“Mm-mm…” Yuma pitifully responded in a whiny tone shaking his head as he sinks his warm cheek into the older one’s chest.

“You’ll be fine, don’t worry. We’ll take care of you.” Yakou said petting his head more to soothe him.

Yuma nodded smiling before he felt another sneeze building up.

Like clockwork, Yakou quickly grabs the last tissue from the box he had and places it to his face catching the sneeze just in time.

“Gesundheit.” He says with a gentle smile.

“…Tank you…” Yuma whispered quietly with his eyes closed.

Yakou wipes the trainee’s nose then he tosses the last tissue on top of the ones already overfilling the trash can.

“Hey, look what I bought.” Yakou said rummaging through another one of the bags. He pulled out a small bottle of nasal spray handing it to him. “There ya go, instant relief for all that pesky nose stuff you have built up.” he gave him a reassuring grin.

Yuma smiled sighing in relief as he held the bottle and nodded in silence.

Soon Fubuki and Vivia had returned. They both hand Yakou the spoon and thermometer almost in synced unison.

“Here you go Chief! And here’s the water too!” Fubuki says a bit muffled by her face mask as she puts the water down on the table.

“Thank you Fubuki.” Yakou said smiling. Fubuki then turns her eyes to Yuma.

Yuma just turns and shyly hides his face away. He’s a little embarrassed to be seen like this in front of his coworkers.

Fubuki just smiles behind her mask at this reaction. Yuma was so cute!

Vivia places the ice pack down on the table next to the water.

“Thank you, Vivia, you’re excused to go back to your corner now.” Yakou said.

As if Vivia was waiting for those words he walks back to the fireplace and lays down and begins to read his book again.

Yakou uses his hands to shoo Fubuki away telling her to give the two of them some space. Telling her to go assist Halara in the kitchen. Fubuki nods and heads over to the kitchen where Halara was.

Desuhiko had found a suitable pair of pajamas for Yuma in his bag, but decides to stay in it to give Yuma and Yakou some space. He quietly watches them from a small open space from the open zipper.

“Coast is clear Yuma. Nobody’s here anymore. Except Vivia but he’s just in the fireplace like usual. He won’t bother us.” Yakou said telling Yuma he can stop hiding now.

Yuma turns his head to look around and then looks up at Yakou who was holding a device in his hands. Yuma raises an eyebrow in confusion.

“Just gonna take your temp real quick alright? Can you open your mouth for me?”

Yuma opens his mouth as Yakou places the thermometer inside. The feverish trainee instinctively moving it under his tongue and closing his mouth.

After a few seconds the device beeps and Yakou takes it out. It read about 37.7 c (100. f)

“Yep. Definitely a fever, but it’s nothing serious.” Yakou replied looking at the device then putting it down on the table. “Good thing we caught it early. We got some medicine for it, so it should break in a few hours after some rest.”

Yuma nodded as he leaned back into Yakou. He was feeling very tired.

“Whoa, before you go back to your nap, let’s get this medicine in you first so you can wake up later hopefully feeling better.” Yakou said noticing how sleepy he looked. “C’mon, sit up for me.”

Yuma slowly gets himself back up again facing Yakou. His complexion and appearance status were the same, runny eyes and cherry red nose, pale yet flushed cheeks, but his tired and dazed face made him look like a nervous yet curious little kid. Yakou couldn’t help himself when he spoke again.

“Attaboy. Alright let’s see what we got here...” Yakou said as he picked up the cold medicine. He reads the instructions over and takes the spoon Fubuki gave him uncapping the bottle and pours the orange liquid into it. “Open wide.”

Yuma opens his mouth as Yakou places the spoon of medicine into it.

It didn’t taste very good as Yuma’s face was a little scrunched up and his tongue slightly sticking out. But he still swallowed it down with no vocal complaints.

“Okay good, now let’s try this one, it should help your headache.” Yakou grabbed the aspirin tablet and placed one in his hand and gave it to Yuma. “Pop that in and we’ll swallow it with some of this water.”

Yuma placed the tablet in his mouth and Yakou gave him the water glass to drink and swallow it down with. The boy takes the glass and took a small drink from it swallowing the pill and sighing once he was finished.

“There we go. Medicine is all done. You’ll be just fine now.” Yakou said smiling at him.

Yuma smiled in return before he sneezed twice into his arm quickly turning away from Yakou as he did so. His nose was running once again. He instinctively reached for the tissue box on the table, but it was empty.

Yakou laughed. “Don’t worry, we got more tissues.” he said looking at the empty box on the table as he took out some new ones, he bought at the store placing the box in Yuma’s lap.

Yuma nodded as he grabbed a couple of tissues wiping his nose and blowing into it.

“Sowwy…” Yuma said quietly feeling a little guilty for using up the entire tissue box.

“You’re fine. You have a cold; it can’t be helped.” Yakou responded taking the tissues and throwing them away for him.

“You wanna use the spray?” Yakou asked.

Yuma nodded quietly.

Yakou took the nasal spray from Yuma’s lap and opened and uncapped it. Then he plugged it up the boy’s nose.

“Brace yourself.” Yakou said a bit playfully. As he quickly spritzed the formula into both the boy’s nostrils then quickly taking it out. He puts the cap back on it placing it onto the table.

Yuma flinched slightly as he received the spray, but then as it was removed he exhaled trying to breathe through his nose again. It was a little better, but not quite.

Yakou then lays the blanket wrapped trainee back down. “Alrighty. Now you can sleep. When you wake up later you should feel better and then you can have some nice warm soup, take a nice hot shower and change into fresh and warm clothes.”

Yakou grabbed the wrapped ice pack Vivia brought and placed it under the boy’s neck where the pillow was. “And that should cool you off while you rest.”

Yuma smiled as he laid his head to the pillow and cool ice turning his head curling up to get in a more comfortable position for his nap.

“…Tanks fo all dis chief…” he said quietly as he began nodding off.

“You’re welcome, Yuma.” Yakou said smiling, putting his hand to the trainee’s head petting it softly.

“Get well soon, okay?”

Yuma smiled as he drifted off into a deep sleep with the medicine now in his system. His chief and coworkers watching over him and caring for him throughout the rest of the day.

He was already starting to feel better.

[bhstelevision]

Reportin’ to you live from Bleedin’ Hearts Springs, it’s the Weather Report with Sunni Skies! Don’t y’all forget your rainhats when you’re out and about today, folks, because that sunshine from last week decided to take a little after-festival nap. We’re lookin’ at a light drizzle tonight that should be goin’ through straight ‘till tomorrow, but that’ll clear right up before you can get t’pourin’ your second coffee. Enjoy those rainbows while they last, and keep an eye on us here on Bleedin’ Heart Springs own Weather Channel for any updates as we move through the week. Stay dry out there, y’all!

[hacksaw-maniac]

Hacksaw Headcanons

🔪 Hacksaw's birth name is "NOOB", a name that he's long since forgotten because of everything that's happened to him. Although if you were to call him that, he'd experience a strange sense of familiarity. 🔪 A lot of his injuries were sustained from either his own hand or Guest 666. His hand is an example of what Guest 666 did to him while he was slowly losing his mind. 🔪 The gasmask that Hacksaw wears is filled with some strange fumes created by Guest 666, said fumes act like a virus/poison that, while doesn't slowly kill the host like normal poisonous gases, slowly breaks down the victim mentally the more they breathe it in. 🔪 Guest 666 convinced/manipulated him into believing that the gasmask was the only thing keeping Hacksaw alive. 🔪 Hacksaw is very skinny and malnourished much like of safe food to eat. He has had to eat fresh bodies before to keep himself even a little alive. 🔪 Due to being very slender and skinny, he's quite fast and light on his feet. He's an align killer and hard to pin down. 🔪 And rainhat that he wears was a gift from Guest that was given to him in the past. Appearance:

[dolcentral]

Terry posting:

All of his teachers hate his ass because he's over here skipping school to work on a farm. He shows up on Fridays to take 4 tests(immediately skips swimming to avoid Leighton) before maybe refilling his year-long textbook deposit and heading back out into the countryside.

Terry is *thriving* in Rapechester, mans has several thousand dollars at any given time and he mostly uses it at the farm because he doesn't talk to anyone outside of Alex(his lover), Bailey(the shithead who charges him rent), Remy(to insult her), and Sydney(to refill his ridiculously long book deposit so that he can pass his tests).

He has mild cerebral palsy(monoplegia in his left leg) and uses a crutch. He's also intersex with ovotestes and ambiguous genitalia(just like me fr fr)

He also refuses to go anywhere without a rainhat and rainboots because he spends so much time outside.

[tm-trx]

currents.22 [2024]

selections from my week in media [26 may - 1 jun 2024]

[anticipating]

Ascendant by Michael R. Miller - I love a good 'boy and his dragon' story, so this one is up next on my dragon book list.

Running Close to the Wind by Alexandra Rowland - It comes out on June 11 and sounds like a fun read.

[listening]

[loving]

Dee's grandma crashing Yak and Dee's sex date, then proceeding to charm the heck out of everyone, including the audience. I love her.

[reading]

The Lawyer in Shizukuishi Sleeps With a Wolf by Akira Sugano [3 stars] - The cover art looks yaoi, but the book mostly consists of philosophical concerns around the nature of justice, with more than a little tax fraud. It took me two months to the day to finish it. But there are also immortals and a wolf who can only be in his human form when he's alone with his brother. I would actually love to see this adapted into a drama or movie.

Love, a Kitten, and a Salty Dog by Nenko Nen [2 stars] - It was cute, but that was about it. It features a couple of my least favorite tropes. The kitten was adorable though.

The Oppa Trap by rainhat - The King: Eternal Monarch twins AU - one of my favorites; I reread it every time I watch the drama

The Storm Boys series by NR Walker [4 stars] - MM contemporary romance about a storm chaser and a fulminologist (lightning scientist)

When Among Crows by Veronica Roth [5 stars] - urban fantasy novella based in Slavic folklore

[watching]

The King: Eternal Monarch, ep 8-16 - finished my latest rewatch; still wishing there were time stamps included at key points because the passage of time is so unclear

Wandee Goodday, ep 5 - A very cute episode with more plot development than I expected, looking back. And is it me, or is meeting a promoter after dark, on a deserted street not a good sign? (Or maybe that was just filming location problems.)

previous Currents posts

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[parkerlerdal23]

Smurfette is at the Spring Clothing Store in the Smurf Village Outlet Mall to pick out some rain gear just like the season 8 episode Nanny’s Way! And she will buy a pink rainhat and mittens and red raincoat and rain boots! Also don’t forget the umbrella Smurfette! But all the fall and winter stores are closed for Spring and Summer and will be back for next fall season! For @gregbruhl and @brainyfan

[faroffsong]

Her umbrella had long since turned inside out.

Thank you! <3

Her umbrella had long since turned inside out. Nan had given up trying to right it, gripping it instead in both hands and praying the wind would not whip it away as it had done to her sad little rainhat moments before. There was no shelter anywhere along the street; the bus stop had been her best hope, but it was uncovered and the wind was blowing the rain directly into her face. She thought she probably looked like she had decided to go for a swim in her work clothes and jacket. Eddie, sopping wet or no, would have been laughing and dancing and asking Nan, ‘Isn’t this fun? Aren’t we having a grand ol’ time?’ But Nan was alone, and of a much more melancholic disposition than her sister.

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[ RELAX ]: After a particularly stressful day, the sender prepares some tea so that they can finally begin to relax and unwind in the evening.

The noise of Kurapika opening his bag and pulling out a thermos-bottle to fill the cap formed like a cup with tea was so loud against the rain and the little wind playing with the highest tips of the forests tree, it almost sounded like a scream. It made Senritsu startled flinch. She turned to the other with big, surprised eyes looking up from beneath her rainhat and there was a second hasting by before the womans round face warmed up into a quiet, melodic laughter that danced along the in mist wrapped canyon to their feet sweet like a song:  "...Ah, you actually did brought tea along, oh goodness,-" The rain continued to fall- a soft, barley hearable song that lay like a veil over the canyon, the trees, the observation platform, their rainclothes. The slim wooden platform build safely along the wall of the canyon creaked quietly when Senritsu leaned to the side and took the cup from Kurapika- the tea was hot and burned in the cup against her stiff, cold fingers like a piece of cole but it was as much as a balm as a ache to her cold skin: "If I had not already said that I will marry you when you have not found someone else in fifteen years, I would say it now. No escape for you,make sure you find someone else as fast as you can or you will from now on never get rid of me." In the little light falling through the gray clouds hanging over their heads, wrapping around the highest tips of the trees like a heavy cloth, Senritsus eyes looked very dark when she gave Kurapika a amused little smile: "You better do not have sugar and milk on you, or I will marry you right on the spot the next second." Shaking her head, still smiling over her own terrible humor, the Musician turned back to the wooden railing and leaned her elbows on it so the cup held in her small hands was balancing in the empty air. The hot steam rising from the hot tea mixed into the grey, colourless air.

The rain continued to fall, soft and lightly and cold, so cold that the small drops felt almost sharp on the bare skin of Senritsus face and small hands. The canyon on which the observation-platform was build on was overgrown by a thin layer of moss and on the highest tip of the rocks thin, elegant trees were growing with pale bright green leafs that reached towards the clouded sky like thin fingers. The ravine opening beneath the canyon was after a few meters covered in grey mist which swallowed the soft rain eagerly and unmoved, as if this open mouth made of stone was also waiting for the observation -platform to give in and fall into it. Senritsu automatically held with one hand to the railing- she had a good control of her fear of heights and with the mist covering the fall beneath she almost felt save if it would not be for her actually hearing the rain fall further into the hidden depth and the rustling of the feathers of the birds nesting below hidden in the mist whichs echo dancing along the mossy canyon walls, painted a perfect picture of how deep and long a fall would be.  

The rain continued to fall and the canyon swallowed it, swallowed it hungry, swallowed it eagerly. "Jokes aside, thank you, Kurapika. You really are a lifesaver. Thank you very much.", Senritsu lowered her head in a thankful gesture towards the other, even if her small hand never stopped holding to the railing carefully. They had reached the platform so late in the afternoon that the other visitors had already left, yet not without leaving their garbage in form of cans, plasticbags, rests of meals and even ripped rainponchos on the platform where the soft wind rusting over this remnants made them rustle so loud in Senritsus ears that they overtuned the soft whisper of songs below the thick blanket of mist in the canyons depths. The soft whisper of a song for which Senritsu had lead Kurapika up the mountain in a hours long hike because she wanted him to hear it. The soft whisper of a song from the nesting birds below the layer of mist that Senritsu had herself discovered nesting at this place years ago. The soft whisper of a song drowned by the remnants of visitors that had been there before.

"..that tea is the only good thing about today, really." The musicians voice was quiet and gentle as if she was afraid to be herself too loud for this place, yet there was a certain tension to it that showed the womans frustration and her guilt. The guilt about having discovered the birds nesting place. The guilt about her discovering the place and not checking on it to stop what had been done to this place. The guilt about bringing Kurapika all the way to the top of the canyon only to be greeted not with the birds songs whichs echo was still sweet and beautiful in her memory, but with garbage. A frown drew a long line as deep as a scar between the musicians hairless eyebrows. Her finger started to tap a hectic, restless melody against the cup in her hand. The rain continued to fall, drenching the canyon in damp coldness that made every breath hurt as if one was breathing in a gulp of water.   "Its a joke- four years ago I was hired to proof a biologist theory that this area had a rainsingers colony-" The rain continued to fall, of course it did, the birds called rainsingers would only nest and live in areas where it would rain. Their songs would be carried by the damp air and mark their nesting areas and it had been those songs that Senritsu had been hired to document when she had been sent out to find this nesting-area well hidden from unwanted guests by the canyon and the slippery forestgrounds growing on the high rocks that were protecting the nesting-area like man-made traps keeping away intruders from a holy temple: "-and I spend three months laying in the mud,climbing rocks, falling down cöiffs until almost breaking my bones, beeing bitten by insects, hungry and thristy, never sleeping, searching for the birds. I found them, naturally I did, there is the signpost with my name on it,-” The woman looked to the metal plate nailed to the side of the observation-platform with a uncharacteristically sour expression twisting her kind face- the person she saw on the plate with informations about the Hunter who had found this place and the safe path or people to climb up without danger, was not herself. Not now. Not anymore. Never again. SSenritsu turned her face away from the plate like one would look away from a bad memory, even if the information plate just showed the face of a normal young woman smiling with crooked teeth, a pointy upturned nose, round cheeks and a head full of red hair into the camera:“- and I recorded their songs, documented their nesting place and drew a map for the researcher to come here themself safely without running into the danger of falling down the cliffs. I thought they wanted to continue their research on the rainsingers."

The researcher had not came to the place Senritsu had found to research, instead they had lead contrustction-workers over the save path Senritsu had found up the canyon and constructed the observation-platform for paying visitors to come by, watch the birds, leave their garbage here, bring their noises that would overtune the rainsingers songs,or even climb down to the nests below the mist to make photographs until the birds that had nested in the canyon had almost all left the area except a small flock whichs songs were now nothing but a meager echo compared to the beautiful orchestra Senritsu had discovered years ago when the whole canyon had been full of nests that were now dead and empty. The rain continued to fall; thin, icy drops running down her cold cheeks. "...Its a pity."

"I wanted to show you something I had worked on, since we were already in the area. And now-", she stopped, pushing out the rest of her frustration with a long breath that hurted in her nose sharply. Senritsu just massaged the side of her head with two fingers, her round face stern but controlled, her small shoulders tensed, yet her voice was soft and gentle and quiet as if she herself did not wanted to talk too loud to overtune the faint song of the birds: "-I am sorry." Her dark eyes- looking black, looking black in the little light, looking black in the little light like the deep beneath -wandered to the cup of tea in her hands and with a quiet sigh she held it to her chest to feel its warmth through her raincoat. The hot steam rising from the cup stroked along her face like a gentle caress. Her face turned red from the heat, a stark contrast against the greyness of the mist that seemed to have sucked the colour out of the bright green of the forest, the yellow of her raincoat, the dark brown of the wooden observation-platform shimmering like metal from the rainwater, and the emerald of the by moss covered canyons granite. "...I am not sorry for drinking tea with you, though.", Senritsu added eventually and looked up to the man with a small smile, rising her cup towards the other for a gentle cheer before she leaned to the side to rest her head against Kurapikas shoulder with the cold wetness of the rain collected on his raincoat pressing almost burning in her by the tea heated up cheek.

The rain continued to fall- a rhythmic, calm orchestra that drowned even the quiet songs of the few birds still nesting in the canyon beneath. The heavy mist covered the birds like a protective blanket, hiding the iridescent, like glass shimmering feathers with thick greyness. And the rain continued to fall. [ @skarletchains ]

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Day 305

June 3, 2023

Several people on the teams wanted to do a Twilight-themed day trip, and I figured I’d tag along. We left early and the ferry took our van across.

We got to the other side 30 minutes later and drove for another couple hours. We stopped at Olympic National Park and had a brief look around.

We arrived in Forks about an hour later. It’s a smaller town, but became well-known after Twilight came out.

They had a couple of the movie props out the front of the visitor center.

They also had a map showing where everyone was visiting from.

We looked around a few shops. One of the shops had a section for local and indigenous artists, and there was a board detailing the history and culture of the Quileute Tribe. Here are a few excerpts from their website:

According to their ancient creation story, the Quileutes were changed from wolves by a wandering Transformer. … Their red cedar canoes were engineering masterworks ranging in size from two-person sport models to 58-foot ocean going freight canoes capable of hauling three tons. The graceful bow and flowing shear-lines of the hull were reportedly copied in the hull design of the American clipper ship — which became the fastest in the world for its time. … The Quileutes bred special woolly-haired dogs and spun their hair into yarn for highly prized blankets. Rain proof skirts and capes, woven from the soft inner bark of the cedar, and conical rainhats provided protection from the 115 inches of rainfall that annually drenches Quileute country. … Quileute society generated from “house groups”, made up of all those who occupied during winter months one of the big houses at the mouths of the Quillayute or Hoh rivers, or Goodman Creek. Each house had a chief, those in line of chiefdom (nobility) and commoners. Thus kinship and blood relationships determined much of the early structure of tribal government. The house group may also have included a number of slaves, either captured or traded from neighboring tribes. During the summer months, these large units would fragment into families, some of whom moved upriver to hunting camps. … The defining element of this culture, the Quileute language, is still spoken by elders at LaPush… It has the distinction of being one of only five languages in the world that have no nasal sounds (no m or n).

The popularization of the Twilight series had a variety of impacts on the Quileute Tribe and generated controversy partly due to alteration of Quileute history and lack of compensation, as explored in this article:

We stopped for lunch, then went on a free tour of the Forever Twilight in Forks Collection. This was a single room filled with outfits and props from the Twilight films.

We continued the trip and drove to the treaty sign.

We eventually ended the trip out at La Push, which sits at the mouth of the Quillayute River.

We began heading back and made a detour to Marymere Falls Trail.

Here I saw a varied thrush and his two fledglings.

We finally got back in the evening. It’s been a long day.