#si: juniper

[valentinesparda]

here we are, reminded of how we're doomed.

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the walls are far too close together, every inch of surface covered in plastered posters and ripped paper. this part of town is juniper's least favourite, but marble was the only place to be where they could be themself. and maybe it was because they'd recently seen a few more dead bodies than they're comfortable with, maybe it was the desperate crush that they'd managed to fall into, but being by date's side was the safest place they could be as of late.

"maybe i should find a place to stay tonight. the kumakura boys know where i live, and you seemed to make a bad first impression on them by asking a bunch of questions." juniper waddles past an overfilled trash bin, trailing behind date by a few feet.

"just doing my job, you know." he turns to face them while still walking, yellow eye glowing in the dark. jun skips a couple of steps to be closer to the detective, and date cringes at the sound of how heavy their boots are against the stone walkway.

"you could be louder," he jokes, and jun immediately halts in response to his dry words. perhaps they had been a tad bit annoying. their small "sorry" is second nature to them, and they're worried date is about to scold them even more when they notice he's stopped walking as well.

a pause. date snaps his head toward the lamplight parting two buildings ahead of them, and as quick as he had done so, he's taking tentative steps back towards juniper. their head is tilted, and before they can even ask what the hell he's doing, he has his hand in theirs and pulling them deeper into the darkness they had barely just emerged from.

juniper feels their heart jump in their chest, a kickstart of paranoid thoughts and quickened pulse as they find a particularly shadowy area out of sight to nestle into, date's body caging them in without a second thought.

a meek noise sounds out from the back of their throat, a question that will not receive an answer, and for several quiet moments the two of them stand there, unmoving, as they hear the sound of heavy footsteps and muffled chatter. and for those several moments, starting from when date braces himself with a hand against the wall next to their head, juniper feels uncomfortably warm.

they don't dare make a sound, because who knows who could be traipsing about after hours? or maybe they would be able to think better if they weren't able to smell the kind of body wash date used. they're sure they recognize it, but--

dammit, this isn't the time to be distracted. some goon with a gun could turn the corner at any moment, and they'd be caught unawares. juniper knows they can't handle themself in a fight, and it's possible date would prefer to not engage any criminals, which leaves them scant for options - and thus, pressed firmly against a heavy wood panel.

"aiba says we're clear," date whispers, his sights still focused on hazy lamplight ahead of him. when he finally tears his worried gaze away from it to check on his small florist friend, he realizes what he's done.

their hair is wild as ever, close enough that he can smell their shampoo, and their thick brows are furrowed, lips downturned and jaw set with anxiety. date feels his throat is dry at the same time that he's realized that he's spent possibly too long looking down at them. he feels as though he might start hacking up a lung when juniper casts a curious glance up at him.

oh.

juniper feels their breath hitch in their throat. date's artificial eye is a blazing yellow in this proximity, making his naturally green one seem oddly drab in comparison. they notice his lips pull into a thin line, mirroring their own, and against their better judgement they let out a shuddering sigh into the cold air between them.

oh.

date tells himself to relax, to not clench his jaw so tight, to not stare too long, and his lips part in a shaky breath. but now that they've locked eyes, it's impossible not to feel himself drift closer and closer to them, like magnets drawn together. he can feel the grain of wood beneath his palm, even through the fabric of his purple gloves. juniper has ridges digging into their back with how far they've pressed themself into the wall.

oh, no.

juniper can feel his breath fan across their face, cooling the warm blush that has bloomed beneath the pale skin of their cheeks. they're scared stupid, but not so stupid that they give in to the urge to pull him as close as they could, to press their chapped lips against his, because from this distance his lips look so soft in comparison to their own.

before they can do anything dumb, date squeezes his eyes shut, his face scrunched in a look of annoyance.

"um, date, are-are you okay?" they stutter, the question barely audible enough for themself to know they've asked it, what with their heart hammering in their head.

"I'm fine. just...." he hisses, tapping his left temple with a single finger, "have an unwilling audience."

juniper lets out a small snort of a laugh, still a bit dazed from nervousness. they tilt their head, and with a gentle voice, they coo, "aiba, are you making fun of him?"

date feels like the wind has been knocked out of him, a breathless chuckle leaving him lightheaded. "she is. says my hormone levels are spiking or whatever."

juniper nods. it's a sour feeling, knowing that they have to be the one to ruin the moment - if that was a moment, they double back around to overthinking. "maybe we shouldn't be out in the open like this."

in a last bid for some sort of contact, some sort of flirtation, they push themself from the wall, and date is taken off guard by this. he watches them with an astonished look in his eyes, pulling his arms back down to his side as he takes step after step in time backward while they move forward. perhaps it was too bold of them, to hold his attention the whole time, a suggestive tango of push and pull until they're left standing in the middle of the alleyway the way they had been before.

there's a moment's hesitation on date's end, where he looks back towards the light at the end of the alley and then drags his gaze back to juniper. with his hands shoved into the pockets of his coat - for fear of his hands wandering, finding something to grab, with his body aching for the touch of their skin having been ripped away - he finally breaks the silence.

"do you still want to get a drink?"

[petaurodelazucar]

June toca el hombro de su acompañante, una tenue muequita deformando sus labios. —No quiero ser grosera, pero me da la sensación de que nos perdimos, —señala tras echar un rápido vistazo a sus alrededores. Eek. El barrio no tiene buena pinta y la zona no le es familiar per sé, pero una sensación de déjà vu le indica que quizá, solo quizá, ya han pasado por allí—. ¿Por qué no pedimos indicaciones? El señor barbudo de allá parece amable. ⟋ @minterious

[zoeans]

no puede evitar reírse frente entusiasmo ajeno que minutos antes ella misma había experimentado. "¿cierto?" pregunta retórica se comparte con complicidad "juro que si como uno más, explotaré" exagera, dándose un par de palmaditas sobre el estómago, pues se ha asegurado de probar cada una de las variedades. "creo que el de limón fue mi favorito, me gustan los sabores cítricos" confiesa "¿ya lo probaste? a lo mejor podemos compartir uno..."

"¿Ya probaste estos bocadillos? Son la bomba." Apunta con entusiasmo al platillo con diversos panecillos que sostiene en mano derecha. Dichosa de poder compartir su gran descubrimiento a la persona que tiene más cerca. En su casa siempre le enseñaron a compartir lo bueno, y esa velada no es la excepción. "¿Gustas probar uno? Hay de tiramisú, fresa y limón, ¿cuál prefieres?"

[arc-misadventures]

Son of a Queen

(Thud!)

: HACCCK! Tuuh!

: Did you really have to do that?

: I'm sorry... But, my mouth is full of blood from getting the shit beaten out of me! Do you have a better place for me to cough up blood other than on your interrogation table, Headmaster Ozpin?

Ozpin: No... no I do not...

: Ozpin, enough with this civility, we need to deal with this traitor!

Ozpin: In due time, James. We need to allow him time to gather his senses. Your Specialists as well as, Qrow's apprehension of him was rather... rough...

: Rough my ass you bastards...

Qrow: To be fair this brat has a large aura supply... we had to be rough with him to bring him into custody.

Ironwood: Well it doesn't matter, he have captured a member of her inner circle.

Ozpin: No, gentleman we caught someone much more than just a member of, Salem's inner circle. We've captured the son of, Salem, Jaune Luna Arc.

Jaune: Tuuh!

Jaune: Really... what makes you say that?

Ozpin: We captured your sister... Cinder Fall. We found evidence of her direct involvement with, Salem after we accessed her scroll. And, while we were looking though her scroll we also found you in her contact information, along with information on your relationship with, Ms. Fall.

Ironwood: So tell us... What precisely is your relationship with, Salem, and Cinder Fall... Son of Salem...

Jaune: ...

Qrow: Wait?! He's, Salem son?!

Ironwood: Yes he is, and you would have known that if you weren't busy getting drunk again!

Qrow: Hey, I was in pain! This kid throws a mean right hook!

Jaune: Hehe...

Ozpin: Regardless, tell us about your relationship with your mother, your sister, and her plans.

Ironwood: Or, else...

Jaune: Or, else what? Bring forth the wrath of the, Grimm upon all of, Vale, and Atlas. You should know, Ozma that after what happened last time, Salem is very protective of her kids... Very protective. So if you do anything to me, or my sister, Cinder. Then I will assure you, that by the time my mother, Salem is done with her rampage! That there will be nothing left for you to protect!

Qrow: Ozma...?

Ironwood: So, Cinder Fall is your sister?

Ozpin: I see she told you much me, she says she would burn me to ash if I so much as touched a single hair upon your golden head.

Jaune: You best listen to her, my sister is almost as vengeful as my mother.

Ozpin: Very well then... Tell me, who is your father, Salem's husband? I am curious to hear who was mad enough to marry that woman.

Jaune: He didn't. My father was, Acheius Arc, and my mother was, Juniper Arc.

Ironwood: Was? Salem's not your real mother, she adopted with you?

Jaune: Yes. My home town was attacked by a swarm of, Grimm, Salem showed up after the attack, and found my dying mother who begged her to look after me. Salem agreed, and she raised me as her own.

Ironwood: So, your adopted mother murdered your parents, and you just accepted that!

Jaune: I was only a child, I know not who my mother, or my father was. So I always saw, Salem as my mother. And, when I was older, and I asked her who my father was, she told me who my real parents were, and how they died. After her story she asked for my forgiveness, and I accepted it. Salem may control the, Grimm, but she doesn't send them out into the wild to kill people. You know full well, and who, or what their true master is, Ozma...

Ozpin: I see...

Ironwood: Tell me, what were you doing here. Why were you, and Cinder Fall doing here at, Beacon Academy?

Jaune: Well, I was training to be a huntsman, and as for my sister. She was just watching over me.

Ozpin: You just came here to become a huntsman? Bullshit.

Jaune: It's always been a childhood dream of mine to become a huntsman. Mom accepted this idea, wanting me to be who I want to be. So, that's why I'm here. Not to spy on you, any of you. I don't care for... whatever you're doing.

Ozpin: I see...

Qrow: I still call bullshit...

Ozpin: And, as for why your sister, Cinder Fall is here?

Jaune: Sis is a brocon... a massive brocon. Wherever I go she inevitable follows. Its as simple as that.

OQI: ...

Ironwood: Considering how she acted when we arrested her... I'm incline to believe him...

Jaune: Tell me, how did you two find us. You said you found us through my sister, so what did she do to earn your attention?

Ozpin: She hacked into our systems to try to make sure you two were partnered up. We've been keeping an eye on her ever since.

Jaune: Bloody brocon...

Qrow: How is she your sister; Did someone actually have the balls to sleep with that thing?

Jaune: Cinder was an abused orphan, she ran away from 'home.'

Ozpin: And, her... affection...

Jaune: Obsession...

Ozpin: Your sister's obsession with you; where does this stem from.

Jaune: Genuine familial love, and brotherly affection... Simple as that. Something I doubt any of you could ever understand.

OQI: ...

Qrow: Go fuck yourself kid...

Jaune: Hehehe...

Ozpin: So, you are the adopted son of a monster, Salem.

Qrow: And, you're the... little brother of that brocon.

Jaune: And, your point...?

Qrow: The hell is wrong with you? Having that bitch as your mother!

Jaune: Watch your mouth you whoreson! You live alone for thousands of years, only to have the love of your life come back, and betray you!

Ozpin: So, you do love that monster?

Jaune: Do I love her?!

~~~

Salem: Mmmmmhhh~!

Jaune: Fuck! Salem you're so tight!

Salem: It's been ages since I lasted bedded a man~! Time has tightened me up~!

Jaune: No, you were always this tight! Ozma was just a limp dick fuck!

Salem: It's not a fair comparison om the slightest~! Mmm~! So deep~! It's like comparing a shrimp to a thorough bred stallion~!

Jaune: 'Bred,' huh?

Salem: Jaune? What is... Fuuuck~! You're so deep~! What is it, Jaune~?

Jaune: This may have been my sixteen birthday present, but this isn't the last time we're doing this.

Salem: Hell no we aren't~!

Jaune: Well, Salem we're going this a lot! Want to know why? Fuck your insides are so warm!

Salem: Ahh~! Why? Mhhh, right there, Jauney~! Keep pounding me~!

Jaune: You had four with that man, let's try for six~!

Salem: I've lost track of...?! Ohhhh~! How.. how many times you've made me cum... You've certainly done better than him~!

Jaune: Wrong tally, my Queen~!

Salem: ...?

Salem: Oh.

Salem Ohh~!

Salem: Well, let's get started then shall we~?

Jaune: Lets~!

~~~

Jaune: She's the woman who saved my life! The woman who raised me from a child! Unlike you, you bastard, Salem can actually show love to her family, and her children unlike you, you murder!

Ozpin: I am not a murderer.

Jaune: You, and Salem are to blame for the death of your children. And, unlike you she does not believe she was blameless.

Ozpin: ...

Qrow: So, to get back at, Ozpin she adopted you, and that flaming bitch?

Jaune: My sister is protective of me, something that you couldn't possibly understand with your sister.

Qrow: Well, what about her being a brocon! How do you defend that you bastard!

~~~

Cinder: Please, Jaune?

Jaune: No.

Cinder: Come on, it'll be fun~1

Jaune: Finals are coming up, we need to study for them, Cin.

Cinder: But, we all need a chance to unwind~!

Jaune: We can unwind after finals.

Cinder: But, I don't want to wait that long little brother~!

Jaune: No.

Cinder: But... But, what if we invite some other people to join us?

Jaune: Other... people...?

Cinder: Yeah~! My partner, Neo has been giving you the look~! And, I know you partner, Pyrrha is also giving you the looks~! So, what do you say~? Why don't the four of get together, and have some fun~?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Okay...

Cinder: YES!

Jaune: After finals are finished.

Cinder: FUCK!

Blake: Hey, quiet. This is the library.

Cinder: Hey, Blake we're going to have a foursome, want to join us, and make it a fivesome~?

Blake: ...

Blake: Yes...

Cinder: See, Jaune! Four people want top have an orgy with you! Let's do it!

Jaune: Haa... gods dammit...

~~~

Jaune: So, what my sister is a brocon. Everyone in, Beacon knows she is.

Ironwood: Do they now?

Ozpin: Yes they do. The amount of complaints we have received because of her is quite... substantial...

Qrow: Good gods...

Ozpin: Well it matters not, we have captured, Salem's children, and we will prevent them from doing anything that threatens the stability of, Vale.

Ironwood: I will prepare a prison transport to take these two away immediately. I will ensure that they will be locked away in a place forever.

Qrow: Well, looks like you will will never be seeing your sister again.

Jaune: It may be true you have me, and my older sister, but you haven't found my eldest sister.

Ozpin: Eldest sister?

"Boom!"

"SMASH!"

Jaune: "Cough cough!"

Jaune: Damn. You blew the door right off it's hinges right on top of them. Talk about a brutal takedown,

: It was. They attacked, and arrested my little brother. Those bastards deserved it.

Jaune: Really, cause it felt a little personal.

: You deal with their bullshit for years; Ozpin's delusional paranoia, Ironwood's rigid stick up the ass attitude, and Qrow's drunkenness, and tell me you don't want to beat the fuck out of them.

Jaune: Fair enough. Do you think they're dead?

: Maybe, Ironwood is more machine then man, so they could make him more of a cyborg now. Ozpin can just reincarnate so fuck him. And as for, Qrow... well, its his lucky day~!

Jaune: Low blow sis, low blow. So, should I take this as you cutting your ties with, Beacon, and Vale?

: I am.

Jaune: I thought you liked it here.

: I do, but I love my family more. Now come on, let's go break out the brocon pyromaniac.

Jaune: Alright, but before we go; Thanks for rescuing me, Glynda.

Glynda: Of course, Jaune. Anything for my little brother~!

Jaune: Alright, but I owe you one, Sis.

Glynda: In that case I know a way you can pay me back.

Jaune: Oh?

Glynda: Mom may get the first one, but I'm getting the second one~!

Jaune: The second...? Oh... Yeah... Yeah, I can do that~!

Glynda: Wonderful~!

[cece693]

Okay okay so silly idea okay so male reader x Hannibal and they are basically the same right and they been married for 20 years but recently the reader started to be less elegant and more reckless he made a man cave in their nice furnished house started to eat hot cheetos even leaving crumbs in their bed. And the worst part is he got a ps5 at his big age (the reader and Hannibal around same age )

Write about how Hannibal would react seeing the most elegant smartest man he knows turn into a man child please 🙏

Okay, so this might seem like an AU because (let's be real) Hannibal would rather kill you than allow you to become something akin to those 'pigs' he detests. So, the only logical reason for your change in attitude has to be a midlife crisis. So, I hope you enjoy this small, yet fluffy fic.

Midlife Crisis

pairing: hannibal lecter x male reader tags: established relationship, just you having a midlife crisis, hannibal being considerate and accommodating, fluff

You have always matched Hannibal—measure for measure, refinement for refinement. For twenty years, the two of you have been twin blades honed on one another: matching Tom Ford suits in the cloakroom, antique opera glasses resting side by side, twin signatures in the guestbook at La Fenice.

Then, six weeks ago, the first crack: a neon beer sign arrived, incongruously aglow in the cellar that once housed your burgundy collection. Man Cave, it proclaimed in lurid cobalt. Hannibal descended the stairs with a bottle of Château d’Yquem and stopped, transfixed, as if he were observing graffiti on a Botticelli.

It has only grown worse.

He wakes before dawn—habitual—stretching an arm across 1,200‑thread‑count Egyptian cotton only to encounter volcanic orange grit. He lifts his hand to the dim light and watches powdered spice cling to the whorls of his fingerprints like evidence at a crime scene. You snore gently beside him, slack‑jawed, an open bag of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos wilting on the duvet like a wounded animal.

Hannibal’s nostrils flare. He rises without sound, carries the bag to the ensuite sink, and pours the remaining curls down the disposal. Their hiss as they vanish feels symbolic, a small exorcism.

He discovers the PS5 two evenings later, set up in what was once the music room. Your Bösendorfer grand now shoulders aside an ultrawide monitor; game cases litter the piano bench where Rachmaninoff once thundered beneath your hands.

You lounge in an oversized gaming chair—headset crooked, controller flashing—guiding a garishly armored soldier through digital carnage. Hannibal stands in the doorway, immaculate in charcoal silk, listening to the rapid‑fire clicks.

“Darling,” he says, voice smooth as port. “You are wearing...sweatpants.”

You pause the game, swivel toward him with a grin too boyish for the lines at your eyes. “Comfy, aren’t they? Grab a controller; Co‑Op mode just dropped.”

For an instant, Hannibal imagines flinging the console out the window, discarding it like so many bones. Instead he exhales through his nose, steps forward, and lays a hand atop the piano. It is dusty. He feels the dust as betrayal.

“Do you recall,” Hannibal asks softly, “how you played the Adagio of the ‘Hammerklavier’ the night I confessed my feelings?”

Your smile falters. “Of course I do, Hanni.”

“It seems your soldier has taken Beethoven’s place.” You stare, caught between amusement and guilt, and Hannibal sees it clearly: beneath the reckless veneer is a man grappling with an itch of mortality—the sudden terror that excellence might calcify into stagnation.

The following Sunday, Hannibal prepares dinner alone. You are busy “raiding,” whatever that is, and decline his invitation with distracted half‑sentences shouted through a microphone. He braises venison in red wine for hours, layering juniper, bitter chocolate, and a whisper of long pepper. The kitchen fills with fragrant steam, but the seat across from him stays empty, controller clicks echoing from the hall.

Hannibal eats in silence, knife and fork precise, imagining you inhaling takeout straight from the carton. When he clears the dishes, he feels a flicker of something rare and dangerous: resentment. It is midnight when Hannibal finally strides into the man cave. Screens glow like infernal portals; half‑drunk sodas sweat on polished mahogany. You are mid‑match, eyes wild with focus.

Hannibal reaches out and, with clinical calm, unplugs the console.

“Hannibal!” You yank off the headset. “We were about to beat the boss!”

“Then the boss must wait.” He sets the power cord neatly on the desk. “We need to speak.”

You cross your arms, posture defensive. “If this is about the crumbs—”

“It is about everything.” Hannibal's voice does not rise; it descends, dropping like a scalpel into tissue. “You have traded discipline for indulgence, clarity for noise. It is as though I woke beside someone wearing your skin.”

A flash of hurt crosses your face, sharpened by anger. “So I’m not allowed hobbies that aren’t Michelin‑starred?”

“It isn’t the hobbies. It is the abandon with which you pursue them. You used to savor life; now you devour it like junk food—quick, thoughtless, forgettable. And you leave crumbs.”

You open your mouth—then shut it. Silence stretches. Finally, you sink back in the chair, rubbing your brow. “I feel old,” you admit. “Stripped of novelty. Everyone expects perfection from us—every dinner flawless, every gesture curated. I wanted something…simple. Something where excellence didn’t matter.”

Hannibal kneels—not supplicant, but equal—resting elegant hands on your thighs. “Perfection never mattered to me, Y/N. Only authenticity. If you crave new experiences, we shall find them—together. But do not cast aside the artistry that defines you. It is the marrow of our bond.”

You swallow, eyes shining. “Even the Cheetos?”

He allows the faintest smile. “There are superior ways to explore capsaicin.”

A week later, the man cave remains, but the neon sign is gone. The PS5 is relocated to a custom cabinet of dark walnut, its cables sheathed in crimson silk. On Friday nights you invite Hannibal to play; he accepts, fingers surprisingly deft on the controller. Between matches he teaches you to compose a snack of tempura‑fried shishito peppers dusted with smoked paprika—crunchy, fiery, but stain‑free.

The Bösendorfer is tuned. After gaming, you close the cabinet and settle at the keys while Hannibal drapes across the chaise, eyes closed, sipping Sauternes. Beethoven returns to the house—now accompanied by distant victory fanfares echoing from memory rather than speaker.

In bed, you still slip sometimes, sneaking a contraband chip beneath the sheets. Hannibal catches your wrist, brings the guilty fingertip to his lips, and licks away the spice with deliberate slowness.

“Reckless,” he murmurs against your skin, “yet salvageable.”

And you laugh—because in twenty years you have learned that nothing delights him more than transforming chaos into cuisine, disorder into art. Even, it seems, a midlife crisis can be plated elegantly.

[simscici]

It was just another boring day of class, until Juniper noticed that Nicole was trying a little too hard to stand out.

Normally, that kind of “competition” would have gotten Juniper fired up, but she was way too sleepy to get into it. Still, she had to answer the questions the teacher asked her, even with her best disinterested face on. She could practically feel the disapproving looks coming from both the teacher and Nicole, but… come on… give her a break.

Previous / Next Beginning (Gen 8)

Image transcripts (PT):

Essa aula sempre foi tão chata? Depois de quase ser pega cochilando durante a aula, Juniper conseguiu se safar por pouco. Felizmente ela respondeu corretamente a pergunta que a professora fez para ela, evitando algum constrangimento.

Eu por um acaso sou invisível?

(De levantar a mão e não ser escolhida)

Nicole levantou a mão para responder a pergunta da professora, mas ela preferiu escolher alunos que não estavam prestando atenção. Óbvio que a professora queria envergonhar eles, mas precisava fingir que não viu a mão de Nicole levantada?

Nicole estava errada sobre Juniper? Não que ela tivesse uma opinião 100% formada a respeito dela, mas não imaginou que Juniper era o tipo que ficava dormindo em sala de aula. E o mais irritante é que ela conseguiu responder corretamente as perguntas.

Me deixe dormir

(De estar sendo observada)

Mesmo não olhando de volta, Juniper consegue sentir o olhar fixo de Nicole para si. Idai que mesmo cochilando ela consegue responder tudo corretamente? Me dê um tempo, não é uma competição.

[kittyball23]

Hey, Kitty. Why don’t you draw Rule 63 BroZone? The band name would be The Shining Sis-tars because they’re sisters and they shine like stars. Plus, each member’s name would be the following: John Dory - Juniper, Spruce - Sandy, Clay - Clover, Floyd - Fawn and Branch - Bloom.

Give it up for the Shining Sis-tars! 👏

[animalistic0]

I Can’t Say Goodbye (Part 3)

Previous: Part 1 Part 2 Part 2.5

Plot: With time ticking down and goodbyes never easy, what shall transpire? In the end, loyalty, revenge, and justice are all the Maybank twins know.

*Season Four spoilers!*

OC Maybank twin + platonic Pogues x Rafe Cameron

Warnings: OuterBanks, Season 4, Death, Description of death, mourning, suicidal thoughts, mentions of murder and murdering, violence, homicidal tendencies, blood, funeral, angst, triggering, guilt, anger, five stages of grief, mentions of revenge, allusions to abuse. This is Depressing.

Word Count: 3.5k+

Note: Wisdom teeth surgery was a success, I don’t know how fast I’ll update from here on out though. Quick note on JC and Rafe; they are a slow burn, enemies to lovers. Next part we’ll see more of them and soft caring Rafe for sure. Also very unhinged JC. Would anyone want to read this if I made it a series and started in season 1? Hope you enjoy and take care!

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Not once has JC had a true crash out since the whole hunt for treasure started. She had gotten furious and depressed, but she had never completely lost her composure. Not even when she had joined JJ and his hurricane of a destruction after the town hall meeting. Now? Now the young girl felt everything bubbling to the surface. All the rage she tried to bury knowing it came from Luke, or now she wished it had come from the older male. Because if it didn’t then all this rage that was building and churning within her, was just her. All the hurt and suffering crashing into her like tsunami waves, that was her too. Hadn’t she suffered enough? Didn’t the Maybank twins suffer enough?

JC watched JJ fall to the ground, her whole world tumbling around her. Nothing registering until she heard Kiara telling JJ that he was gonna be okay. The moment JC registered those words she was falling to the ground next to her brother, her twin, her lifeline. She watched as Kiara pulled back his hands and her breath was sucked from her soul. Immediately she lunged forward applying a harsh amount of pressure to his bleeding wound. Tears streaming down her face as she stared daggers at it, praying that it would go away. Hastily apologies mumbled from her as she heard JJ moan out in pain.

JC didn’t listen to the words shared between Kiara and JJ, not that she could even make out what was said with all the blood rushing to her ears. She was more focused on trying to stop the blood, which covered her hands in moments. With shaking hands she ripped the scarf from around her head, bunching it up and pressing it down on her brother’s wound. Begging anything and anyone that it would work and they could save him. She looked up through blurry eyes when she felt a hand she’d never not recognize touch her cheek. A sob left her as soon as she met the eyes of her twin. “Don’t. Please don’t, Jay. Please!”

She knew that look, the look of defeat and acceptance and she hated it. She felt tears streaming down her face faster as she shook her head harder. She couldn’t lose him, she just couldn’t. He was her everything. How could she survive without him? “Please, Jay. Hold on. I can’t. I can’t make it without you, I’ve never not had you.” JC didn’t look at Kiara as she felt her friend take over applying pressure so she could hold him. Immediately her hands flung to JJ’s neck and cheeks, blood smearing on him. His own hands weakly holding hers. “It’s okay JC. It’s okay. I’m happy, and I’ve never been more found than now.”

“I can’t say goodbye…” Juniper’s voice cracked so bad as she brought her forehead to her twins. She couldn’t say goodbye to her best friend, her partner in crime, her confidant, her whole world. She couldn’t describe the pain that she was feeling, it was as if a part of her wasn’t just dying but being ripped from her. It was pure agony and she wished she was dying with him and not just feeling like it. “Then don’t. I love you, big sis. S-stay strong, be brave…I’ll always be with you.” JC shook her head only clutching her brother closer as she begged him to stay, to hold on, to live. “Please Jay, I need you little brother. I love you.”

There was no way to describe it. Juniper felt the moment JJ took his last breath, his body falling limp. She would never hear his laugh again, never see his smile, never hold his hand when she wanted or needed too, she would never have her twin again. As she heard Kiara scream for their friends, it was as if that same calmness that always graced her during dire situations washed over her. She wasn’t going to lose her little brother, her lifeline. Gently she moved him to the flat ground, ignoring Kiara and her screams. Kissing her brother’s forehead, JC took a breath before beginning chest compressions. The exact way she had been taught a few summers ago when JJ and her became lifeguard’s for a summer. The strength and endurance that she had due to the adrenaline, rage, and terror pumping through her was near superhuman.

She felt hands on her shoulders but shook them off, her eyes watching her brother’s face. She couldn’t stop, because as long as she was doing chest compressions he had a chance. A chance she needed him to have, because she was selfish and it was essential that she had him. JC couldn’t make it without him, for she had never had to make it without him. How could she live without her twin, without her other half?

If JC had known this was the outcome for the search of the crown she would have called it off. She would have fought tooth and nail for them to find another way, that or she would have murdered Groff the first time they ever met. She would have held JJ closer, harder, and longer every moment of every second. If she had known, JC would have pushed JJ out of the way and taken the knife for him without hesitation. She would trade her life for his in a heartbeat, JJ had always been the heart and life of everything. Now without him, it’s as if the world had grown dark and lifeless. If she had known the last hug she would have shared with him was at the bottom of the hill leading to the stone statue, she would have never let go. How could she let go?

Juniper was relentless in her attempt to keep her brother alive. Enough so that the group around her watched with sad and weary eyes. Each of them could see how close she was to the edge, and how once she accepted reality they would lose her. Pope and John B hesitantly reached out, trying gently to coax JC to stop. Both boys could tell that JJ was gone, that their best friend was dead, but they didn’t want to admit it. However, seeing their other best friend they knew they needed to be the rock for once, to be the strength because she needed them. If JJ was the heart and life of the Pogues, then JC was the rock and strength of them. Pope forced a sob down his throat as he laid his hand on JC’s who was relentlessly doing chest compressions. “He’s gone Juniper. He’s gone.”

The words hung in the air, JC heard them and registered them but she couldn’t accept it. Accepting it made it real, and she couldn’t deal with it being real. Shaking her head she didn’t stop, she couldn’t stop. “I can’t. I need him. I need him.” Her words brought a fresh wave of tears to everyone present, even Rafe. Sarah held her stomach as she sobbed, JJ had saved her and her baby. She would never be able to repay that debt, to thank him enough, to call him her brother. She stared helplessly at JC wanting to help the distraught and breaking girl but she didn’t know how. Cleo stood rigid, tears silently streaming down her face as she watched her best friend fall apart. JJ had never failed to make her laugh or smile, never failed to keep her on her toes, or give her a run for being kleptomaniacs. She would never have her thief buddy back. Cleo hated having to watch her boyfriend and best friend break at the loss of JJ. Kiara was hugging herself so tight, loud sobs escaping her as she watched JC try and do anything and everything to save JJ. She loved him so much. JJ was her everything, and for him to die protecting her made her feel so guilty. She hated herself, and how she got her soulmate killed. Hated how JC her best friend had to witness it and feel it. Kiara had always marveled at the twins bond and how they felt each other. Kiara couldn’t imagine feeling the other half of yourself die.

Rafe didn’t move from his position in the doorway. Tears swarmed in his eyes but he didn’t let them fall. He wouldn’t, he couldn’t. Not because he didn’t care or like JJ, but because the anger within him was so much stronger. He wasn’t the biggest fan of JJ, but he had to respect the Maybank for how protective and loyal he was to his people. To his sister. Rafe curled his hands into fist as he stared at JC and how she was clearly seconds away from falling off the cliff. Rafe knew she would never be the same again, and it crushed his whole soul. Rafe had spoken to her twice within the past day, both brief and beautiful moments, once while Sarah and John B decoded the map and right before he went to buy them more time. It had brought back everything he had felt for her during and after Singh, but he knew she would never be that girl again. No matter what though, he vowed to help her, to protect her, and to be there for her. Just as she had been there for him and her friends. Rafe owed JJ that, for saving Sarah and climbing the statue for him, but also because they both loved JC.

Pope kept his hand on JC’s, his eyes full of tears as they silently fell down his face. He was begging her to stop, because she was only hurting herself and JJ. Pope didn’t know what to do, he had never felt his heart break like it was in this moment. He almost wanted to help JC try and revive JJ because he couldn’t believe his best friend was dead. Everything they had been through together, everything they had said, and Pope never got to have a moment just to make sure they were good. Deep down he knew they were, JJ would never stay mad at him or turn him away. Pope found it unfair, everything about it. It was unfair the life JJ and JC lived, it was unfair that JJ fought as hard as he did and was still treated like dirt, it was unfair that they traded one shitty dad for a whole another level of shitty father. It was unfair that JJ was dead. Pope couldn’t hold back the sob in his throat as he met JC eyes. They were so lifeless and dark, empty of everything and it tore at Pope because she would never be the same again.

John B kept his hand on JC’s shoulder. Whispering soothing words to her, that he didn’t hear himself. His eyes solely focused on JJ’s face. John B wanted to scream, to beg, to punch the ground, to drag JJ back from the dead because he couldn’t be dead. His best friend, his brother, the man that was everything to him. John B didn’t know what to do, didn’t even feel like truly stopping JC because of the slight chance that it would work and JJ would wake up. However, as he turned to look at JC after he heard Pope sob he knew he needed to act. She was a mess and John B couldn’t blame her, but he would blame himself if he wasn’t there for her. JJ would blame him if he wasn’t there for her. Moving forward he wrapped his arms around her chest and pulled her back into him. Holding her slightly tighter as she tried to escape.

JC stopped struggling after a few minutes, and instead leaned back into John B. Her breath was quick as she came down from her denial high. Her eyes glanced over the group, and each face she took in felt like a punch to the gut. Like a seal to the deal. He was dead. He was dead and he wasn’t coming back. Gently she pushed John B off of her and shuffled on her knees to JJ. Juniper let out a loud heartbreaking scream as she cradled JJ to her chest. Mumbling and babbling about how she needed him, and for him to not leave her. She buried her head in his neck and rocked back and forth as she clutched onto him like a life raft. “Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me. Please come back. Come back little brother.”

Time moved fast, as if she wasn’t actually present within her body and perhaps she wasn’t. Before she knew it JJ was wrapped up and secured in cloths to protect his body. She didn’t know when they had moved her away from him long enough to do that, or was even aware that they were at a completely different location. Though the moment she had come too, JC had slipped her phone within her brother’s burial wrap, so she could find his body again and bring him home when they had the money and equipment. Even if she didn’t have the money, she’d still find a way to bring him home. She hated burying him out in the desert in Africa. Wanted to scream and beg her friends not to abandon him. JC didn’t know what to do though, by the time they would get his body back home it would be bad. Pope had already mentioned the scientific evidence on why it was safest to bury him here. JC disagreed science or not.

JJ would have liked to be buried with their mother, or in Poguelandia which was their first and true ever home. His one true fear was being alone, being abandoned by his family. Something JC also feared and yet here she was abandoning him. Leaving him. She hated herself, felt the guilt, anger, and pain chewing away at her. She had failed as an older sister, and only continued to fail. JC grasped his body in her lap never wanting to let him go, because she didn’t want it to be for the rest of her life. She knew once she let him go that she’d never be able to hold him. Ever again.

Rafe looked towards John B and Pope before he nodded, signaling that the grave was ready. Rafe didn’t really mind having to dig the grave, he could tell that the others didn’t have the strength to dig it and he felt like he owed JJ. Not to mention he wanted to try and make things easier for JC. He couldn’t imagine watching your family die, holding them, and then having to dig the grave. It threw everyone for a loop, when Rafe stepped forward and volunteered. The whole time he dug, Rafe thought of his last conversation with Groff. Using his grief and the grief of those around him to fuel his anger and need for revenge. Groff had fucked up. Messed with the wrong people, and Rafe couldn’t wait to reenact vengeance.

Together, JC, Pope, John B, and Kiara lifted JJ’s body. JC held his shoulders, supporting his head as she stared down at the cloth protecting his youthful face. JC paused at the beginning of the hole, her eyes finding Cleo and Sarah and silently nodding them over. They were Pogues and just as important to JJ as the others. Together the group gently lowered his body down into the sand, all of them reluctant to let go of him. It was silent but they were all crying as they stared at their best friend and the life of their crew. Cleo was the first to let go, a gentle kiss placed to where his arm was and a soft goodbye. Following her lead everyone kissed him one last time with heartfelt goodbyes. JC was the last, she was cradling his head and wanted to scream up at her friends to bury her here because this was where she died too. However, she didn’t. No, JC kissed his forehead and whispered how she would see him again. “I’ll bring you home Jay, I promise. You won’t be alone forever bug.”

Rafe and John B glanced at each other as JC didn’t make a moved to exit the hole. Silently both males moved forward, removing her out of the hole. John B immediately pulling her into his side so she wouldn’t attempt to jump back in, but also to offer support. Just as Pope appeared on her other side. The two males hugging her between them. Kiara came up behind JC and wrapped her arms around them all. Sarah and Cleo moved to the front, one hand holding their significant other and the other holding JC. Together the Pogues watched as Rafe sealed the grave up. Each of them leaning on one another for comfort and strength. JC was the first to break the silence as she let out a loud sob, and as if the flood gates opened for them all, they all loudly cried. Holding onto and grounding each other as they said goodbye to their best friend, their brother, their heart, their everything.

The moral of the group was broken, JJ had been that. Had been the one to keep them lively, and JC had been the one keeping them strong. But both twins were gone, JJ gone in all the ways and JC forever changed. She would never be the same again, none of them would ever be the same again. A part of them always gone and missing.

JC didn’t know who started the fire, she hadn’t been paying attention as she paced like a wild animal back an forth in front of the tree. She couldn’t sit still, didn’t want to sit still. Everything in her ached to get revenge, to get justice for JJ. At the same time everything ached for her to scream, to cry, to hit something, just anything so she would feel physical pain. Rafe sat in the back of the jeep before jumping down from it, as everyone else besides Pope stood or sat around the fire. Pope sat in the jeep, his head leaned back against the headrest as he stared up in the sky. JC thought it was so maybe he could catch a glimpse of their angel.

“Groff said he was going to Lisbon. I don't know. If it was my friend, or b-brother, I'd probably go after the guy that just killed him. Yeah?” JC snapped her head up and glared at Rafe, his words only making her angrier and more bloodthirsty. His stutter around the word brother not going unnoticed but only worsening her mood. She almost shouted a thank you towards Pope as he spoke annoyance and tiredness oozing from him. “Shut up, Rafe.”

“He's not wrong. You think JJ would sit here if it were one of us? You think he'd do nothing?” Then Kiara spoke, and JC felt like screaming and yelling at them all to shut up. That they didn’t know him like she did, that he in fact wouldn’t want any of them to get hurt. She knew it was wrong, they knew him, they loved him, but there was something about losing someone you’ve never been without that none of them would ever understand. JC knew it was just her guilt, her anger, her despair talking but she couldn’t stop the thoughts or feelings. “We all know what JJ would do. He'd get even.” JC briefly paused at John B’s words. Biting her lip to prevent the scream that wanted to burst free. She hated it. All of it. He was right, and JC knew they needed to get even but every second that passed made it all feel too real. “Revenge.”

However, Kiara was right about revenge. Both Maybank siblings never allowed anything to hurt those they loved and not have any repercussions. JC would do whatever it took to take down Groff. Even if it meant she also died in the process. Something she could hear JJ already scolding her for even thinking about, even though they both were so similar like that. She would get the justice her baby brother deserved and she wouldn’t stop until she did.

She turned her head to see everyone looking at her and she stopped pacing. Her tears had dried a while ago and she didn’t think she had anymore to cry with how dehydrated and overwhelmed she was. Her eyes met each of those around her, and as she looked into Kiara’s, JB, and Pope, she saw the bloodlust, the willingness to do anything to revenge JJ. Her hands traveled up to her hair and she tugged it harshly as she moved closer to the fire. Kicking the ground and sending sand into the flames. She ignored the flinches from her friends, as she took a deep breath, her hands lowering to her sides and clenching into fists as she stared at the burning flames. JC looked like a mess, her hands dried and caked with her brother’s blood, as were her clothes, but it only added to her promise and her threat towards Groff. Her voice raspy and full of every dark emotion she was feeling.

“We get revenge and justice for JJ. By any and all means. Groff is a dead man walking.”

[diceriadelluntore]

Storia Di Musica #374 - Damien Rice, O, 2002

I dischi di Maggio avranno questa caratteristica: avranno il titolo di una sola lettera. Ho pensato a questa caratteristica come risposta "immunitaria" al profluvio di cose che negli ultimi 10 giorni di Aprile, visti gli avvenimenti storici, si sono riversati nell'atmosfera. ne è uscita una lista niente male che si scoprirà, se vorrete, in questo mese di Maggio.

Si inizia con una storia che è diventata nel corso degli anni emblematica, che riguarda un musicista e cantante irlandese. Che aveva in mente di seguire le proprie idee nella produzione artistica, senza nessun compromesso. Sembra un progetto irrealizzabile. Eppure Damien Rice nel corso di tutta la sua carriera ha sempre perseguito questo obiettivo. Inizia giovanissimo ad avere successo con i Juniper di Paul Noonan, ma lascia la band subito prima che la stessa firmi un contratto con un major discografica, la Polygram: Noonan cambierà il nome dei Juniper in Bell X1 ed avrà un discreto successo. Rice inizia un viaggio per tutta l’Europa, venendo anche spesso in Italia, dove per mesi lavora in una fattoria della Toscana. Inizia qui un percorso di "autoanalisi", come se iniziasse a farsi un ritratto vedendosi con gli occhi di un altro: gli basta una chitarra per intraprendere un viaggio profondissimo e doloroso tra i suoi sentimenti, gli amori finiti, i dubbi, ma anche la felicità degli incontri, delle emozioni. Qualche volta si trasforma in busker, in suonatore di strada, e nei piccoli borghi attorno a quella fattoria toscana canta quelle canzoni: visto quello che succederà dopo quelle esibizioni si ammantano di aura leggendaria. Torna nella sua Dublino pieno di idee e di canzoni. Registra personalmente un demo che manda al produttore di Bjork, David Arnold, famoso anche per le colonne sonore dei film di James Bond, che rimane folgorato. In accordo con i dettami di Rice, raccoglie fondi necessari per un piccolo studio mobile, e lascia carta bianca a Rice di fare quello che vuole.

O esce nel 2002 in Gran Bretagna ed Irlanda, e nel 2003 in Europa e negli Stati Uniti. Ed è un colpo al cuore. La voce calda e stupenda di Rice, aiutata in questo dal suo alter ego femminile, Lisa Margaret Hannigan, melodiosa e struggente, stupisce nelle stupende canzoni dell’album. O è un riferimento alla protagonista del romanzo erotico Historie d’O, uscito nel 1954 scritto da Dominique Aury con lo pseudonimo di Pauline Reage, divenuto anche film scandalo nel 1975 con Udo Kier e Corinne Clery. Il libro è citato in una delle canzoni più famose, Amie. L’album non ha punti deboli e con l’aiuto di Vyvienne Long (violoncello), Shane Fitzsimons (basso), Mark Kelly ( chitarra elettrica), Tom Osander (percussioni, batteria) possiede un’atmosfera acustica e piena, viva e mai piatta, con ricordi di Nick Drake e la famiglia Buckley (soprattutto il padre). Delicate apre il disco, e già mette alla luce il duetto di voci, la scrittura felicissima e quel senso di languida malinconia che è spesso così attrattivo. Volcano diviene una hit, come Cannonball (che come singolo aveva un arrangiamento diverso da quello del disco). Cold Water è bellissima, ed usata, come molte altre canzoni del disco, in serie Tv e film (basta citare House M.D., C.S.I. Miami, Dawson’s Creek, E.R., The O.C., Lost ed nel film di Mike Nichols Closer del 2004). Eskimo dura 16 minuti per la presenza di due ghost track e una Silent Night da brividi cantata dalla Hannigan. Ogni canzone è un brivido: Older Chests, con il suo andamento quasi come un respiro emozionale, il blues di Cheers' Darling, la voce come un soffio di Lisa Hanningan, conosciuta all'università e per anni sua sodale artistica, nella prima parte di I Remember, meravigliosa elegia di un amore difficile con finale pazzesco (And I wanna hear what you have to say about me/Hear if you're gonna live without me/I wanna hear what you want/What the hell do you want?). Ma la canzone più bella e famosa (anch’essa utilizzata in film e telefilm, anche ne Il Caimano di Nanni Moretti) è The Blower’s Daughter, una preghiera in crescendo, una sensazionale canzone di amore e disperazione, che mette davvero i brividi. Stupisce come l'intimità di tutte queste emozioni non sia frutto di un minimalismo di facciata ma di una costruzione a piccoli pezzi di tocchi musicali. Tra l'altro diventerà il successo che è ancora oggi nella preistoria di Internet e dello streaming, con un passaparola incessante e mi permetto di dire "fisico" che andrà avanti per anni: venderà milioni di copie in tutto il mondo, e l'uso intensivo di queste canzoni meravigliose in serie Tv, cinema e altro non farà altro che mantenere alto il ricordo di questo bellissimo disco (per citare uno degli ultimi esempi, ne La Casa Di Carta).

Rice riuscì quasi a ripetere la stessa magia di O in 9 del 2006 (che contiene un gioielli come Grey Room e 9 Crimes cantata in coppia con Lisa Hanningan), non riuscirà a ripetere l'emozione di O nonostante abbia mantenuto un seguito niente male. L'ultimo suo disco è del 2014, My Favourite Faded Fantasy, prodotto nientemeno che da Rick Rubin, che è molto molto interessante. Da allora continua però a suonare dal vivo e a regalare, ogni tanto, perle del suo talento interpretativo, come una cover di One degli U2 nell’album AHK-toong BAY-bi Covered pubblicato nel 2011 dalla rivista Q per il ventennale di quel capolavoro assoluto che fu Achtung Baby. Artista sorprendente ed integro, e di questi tempi non è male.

[valentinesparda]

eep omg so super duper cool to see another ai.tsf self shipper!! i love u date fans u warm my heart. please use this as an excuse to dump info about your insert lore or your feelings on the game(s) themselves especially with info you havent shared before!! donut be shy. have a great new year too!!!!!!!! :)

AAAAGH HI HELLO BOUNCING AROUND YOU LIKE A PUPPY!!!! i only know three other people who like ai !! date fans are almost always the coolest and funniest people you've ever met and know what they want in a man (wet and pathetic forever) and i respect the date fans. I'm not tooting my own horn btw I'm saying this for the people that will be reading this ask lol date fans are so silly. this is date btw for anyone who doesn't know what the fuck im rambling about

gushing about the game is basically impossible without spoiling everything because the mystery is REALLY SILLY but also really well written and laid out over time. the characters in the game are very lovable and I guess pretty realistically written, not from a realism standpoint but in how they react to any given thing in the storyline. they're varied and fun and have a lot of personality to each of them, and I would literally fucking kill for any of the main cast given the chance.

and the sequel!! the sequel is a little weak and a bit slippery and not as well put together in comparison to the first one, but it's still just as charming and you don't necessarily have to play the first game to understand what's going on - there are vague references to the lore in the first game, but it doesn't detract from the fact that this IS a new cast of characters, and i really appreciate the fact!! there's a lot going for it in terms of charm and personality, and the new characters seem to be a bit less whimsical and more grounded than in the first game (fucking looking at you tokiko shigure. holy shit)

i feel like I never do anything justice gushing about it because I will always forget something and then be like "fuck I forgor" and rush to add details so I'm just gonna leave my gushing about it at that lol

ANYWAYS!! UM. talking about my self insert under the cut :3

so. juniper is my self insert, they're from america and they moved to japan for reasons I haven't decided upon yet but they get a job at a local flower shop run by a very brash old lady whose family never come visit her and it turns out it's because she's in the middle of a yakuza turf war. the kumakura family bought out the basement space of her shop and had her under their thumb. juniper was just stupid enough to get involved in hopes to help the woman who keeps them fed, but there's no way to do that. juniper unfortunately has no choice but to cross paths with these men, but one in particular is more kind than the others, and has bought flowers from them on occasion - a specific type of iris :3c

the old woman dies shortly before the events of the first game and they've taken charge of the flower shop, and they've been meeting date upon happenstance every so often. because of the eventual discovery of the kumakura gang being affiliated with several suspects in the cyclops killings, juniper has become entangled in the case, and date actually has his reasons to suspect that jun has something to do with the case, which leads him to having to psynch with them at some point!! but they have a few other ties to the lore that could be considered heavy spoilers :)

juniper is besties with pewter!! he is their only friend for very specific reasons, and they spend time out drinking when he isn't on the job. they talk very vaguely about their crush on date and it takes pewter a whole long while to figure out that they're both talking about the other when he has to be subjected to it. he initially thinks "wow this is just like my doujins" when jun is first talking about meeting a very beautiful man at the flower shop who keeps coming around and they meet at strange times, and then it devolves into pewter going from that and happy for them to "oh you're fucking joking, THAT GUY??" when he learns it's been date the whole time

anyways. coughs. juniper has a big dumb crush on date but they go against most of his Types; i mean on top of not being a Busty Older Woman, they are a tiny nonbinary thembo and they're a bit of a punk; they've had some of their mentor's brash personality rub off on them, but they generally are fairly kind to people that come around, they just have to keep up that hard exterior to be seen as a big enough threat to the kumakura gang (moma has a bit of a crush on them but that would never come to fruition in the same way that the iris thing never did - mostly because jun is too stupid to notice that he likes them)

date likes them because of their pretty face and kind heart hidden behind their hard exterior - they're very tired of having to hold up a strong personality all the time for their safety, and simply want to make people happy with their flowers. they're sweet and a little clumsy and are kind of similar to iris and hitomi in several ways, but they're a little more um. rough around the edges and awkward i guess? not to mention their japanese still isn't completely perfect despite having lived in japan for as long as they have (over 6 years). so he finds it all endearing in a weird way but it does take a bit before he has the "ogh fuck" moment, because he's a bit superficial underneath it all

jun is suuuuper supportive of iris and is also a big fan of a-set !! they want to meet her in person at some point - and they do!! mizuki is like their adoptive daughter and eventually they do take on a parental role for her, specifically in the 6 years that date goes missing between games. ota is okay, jun and ota do not get along very well and most of that has to do with them competing for otaku of the group

umm that's about all I can wrack my brain for right now but umm thank you for sending me this ask and happy new year to you!! 💙💜💙💜

[novankenn]

the Invasion...

Glynda Goodwitch, the deputy Headmistress of Beacon Academy, and current Combat instructor, looked about herself checking to make sure she hadn't been followed. Seeing the coast was clear she entered the derelict looking storefront. Inside she came face to face with herself. Though this version was wearing a summer dress, and not business attire.

????: GLYN!!!

THE Glynda Goodwitch was instantly subdued by a hug from her twin sister. Which the stoic professor instantly melted into a returned.

Glynda: Jasime, it's been too long.

Jasmine: It wouldn't be if you'd just come home for visits!

Glynda: I'm sorry, you have no idea what it's like! All these kids, all these hormones!

Jasmine: (deadpans) I gave you 7 nieces and 1 nephew. I know.

Glynda: But you had help! I have... Ozpin!

Jasmine: You have a point, there.

Glynda: Anyway (pulls out her scroll and expands it.) I have everything we need right here. We can begin the operation as soon as the girls get here.

Jasmine: They're already here, girls.

Six blond haired girls all dressed in spec-ops gear step out of the shadows, and wave at their aunt.

Glynda: Oh... (sniffles) they've all got so big! I've missed so much!

Jasmine: It's okay, sis.

Glynda: But... (sniffles) wait, I see... Vert, Jade, Violet, Noir, Blanche and Juniper. Where's Saphron?

Jasmine: Adrian is teething, so she had to stay in Argus.

Glynda: Ohhhh, the poor little guy.

Jasmine: So are you sure? These... targets are the correct choices?

Glynda: They are. Trust me Jas, I know how to profile individuals.

Jasmine: Then let's get started. (Turns to the collection of armed Arc Sisters) You will all have a target. Neutralize and exfil. No mistakes. Understood?

Arc Sisters: Yes mama.

Jasmine: Glyn if you please.

Glynda nodded and turned on the projection function of her scroll. On the dirty wall a list of target names matched to a family member.

Pyrrha Nikos -- Jasmine Arc Cinder Fall --- Glynda Goodwitch Ruby Rose -- Vert Arc Weiss Schnee -- Jade Arc Arslan Atlan -- Violet Arc May Zedong -- Noir Arc Emerald Sustrai -- Blanche Arc Ciel Soliel -- Juniper Arc Velvet Scarlatina -- Saphron Arc

Glynda: Full dossiers of each target have been uploaded to the family's secure server. Pull the info you need.

Arc Sisters: Yes Auntie.

Glynda: I think we're ready.

Jasmine: Girls, sister, it is time. Jaune is as dense as his father, and it is up to us to secure his safety and future. Are you ready?

Glynda & Arc Sisters: YES!

Jasmine: Then let's begin...

(Episodes)

[petaurodelazucar]

“Me he encontrado a este amigo abandonado a su suerte,” comienza con un poquito de temor, mas incapaz de ocultar su enorme sonrisa. El can no ha dejado en ningún momento de llenarle la cara de baba a lametazos. “¿Podemos qued��rnoslo?” ⟋ @imnotxlive

[your-local-glowstick]

✨INTRODUCTION POST✨

Hi, I'm Will Solace, Son Of Apollo, Head Counsellor of The Apollo Cabin, and Head Medic!

Here are my friends/boyfriend!

Leo Valdez- @r3pairb0y - he's pretty cool, I don't know him that well, but he's in the infirmary a lot (I'm side eyeing you Valdez). He's one of the main Seven from the Prophecy, and he helped take down Gaia in an explosion! We all thought he was dead for a while, which wasn't very nice, Valdez! Son of Hephaestus!

Nico di Angelo- @victory-of-the-angels - I love him! he's my boyfriend, my everything. He travelled through Tartarus and was captured by the twin giants, but luckily the Seven managed to rescue him before anything seriously bad could happen. He still has PTSD and a little bit of internalised homophobia, but we're working on it with Mr. D. He travelled with Reyna halfway across the world the deliver the Athena Parthenos, which ended up saving the day. he has some eating problems, but as said, we're working on it. He is prince of the Underworld and the Ghost King! Son of Hades!

Hazel Levesque- @sparkling-gems - She's so sweet. She's Nico's sister, and is possibly one of the nicest people I've ever met. That being said, do not underestimate her. she is feisty. Mess with anyone she loves, you have it coming for you. She is the daughter of Pluto, and is currently dating Frank Zhang, son of Mars. She is very powerful, despite what others might say. One of the Seven, I love her <3

Frank Zhang-no roleplayer yet- He's very nice. I'm not all that close to him, but he does hand out with Hazel a lot and seems very chill. Son of Mars, Praetor of The Twelfth Legion, Member Of The Seven. He is currently dating Hazel, they're very sweet together. He's like a giant teddy bear, the softie!

Annabeth Chase- @annie--bell - She's scary. I'm joking haha, she's one of the nicest people you'll meet. Just don't get on her bad side! Member of The Seven, Daughter of Athena, and Architecture of Olympus! During the first war, Annie took a knife for her soon-to-be-boyfriend Percy Jackson, and I helped heal her. She is one of the toughest people I know, she made it through Tartarus!

Percy Jackson- @s0n-of-the-sea - Son of Poseidon, Hero Of Olympus, Member of the Seven, Tartarus survivor, he's got it all! Percy is the chillest person ever, but man is he a DEMON on the battle field. After all he's been through, he just wants to be a normal teenager. I get it. I mean, he fell into hell for his girlfriend. dam dude. I don't see much of him and Annabeth since they're currently at New Rome University!

Piper McClean- @glammerqueen - I love her personality, I love her style, I love everything about her. Daughter of Aphrodite and Member of the Seven! She is a beast with charm speak. She has some kind of unbreakable bond with Leo, and I'm not even sure if they know what their relationship is at this point. She was dating Jason Grace, but they broke up on good terms. She is currently dating a girl names Shel! I don't know much about her, but she seems so nice.

Jason Grace- no roleplayer yet -Son of Jupiter, Member of the Seven! I honestly haven't spent that much time with him, but I know Nico loves him like a brother. He and Leo seem... very close (in love) but we don't talk about it :3

Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano- @the-daughter-of-bellona - I don't know her very well, but from what I've heard she's awesome! She was there for Nico through some of his darkest moments, and I love her for that.

Grover Underwood- @undxrwxxd - he's pretty cool! once again, don't know him that well, but I know he's very close with Percy and Annabeth. He helped a lot during the first war, and is currently dating a tree nymph named Juniper! He gave Nico and I a pep talk before we went to Tartarus, which was nice <3

Thalia Grace - @artemiss-favorite-hunter - Jason's sis!! She seems really cool, I like her style!! Hunter of Artemis, gives off queer vibes. I'd really like her to visit camp more!! Her and Percy's friendly rivalry is funny as hell

Meg McCaffery - @meg-mccaffery-toa - pretty chill!! very angry young girl, can't blame her tbh. she's actually pretty funny, I love when she rags on Lester (sorry dad)

That's all for now folks!

(OOC: I will add people as they come and their blogs, if any of you want to join, just dm me or @r3pairb0y )

(EDIT: OOC: For anyone reading this, go check out the blog of my book character, Dahlia St. James. @a-whole-garden-of-flowers !! General TW for everything, her story is all very gory. Tread with caution. I appreciate you all and would love it if you go check her out !!)

[stellar-collective]

Solaris: *posts a super low quality image to the group chat* Juniper: if i had a dollar for every pixel in this image i’d have 15 cents Solaris: if i had a dollar for every ounce of rage i felt in my body after i read this text i would have enough money to buy a laser to fire at you Prism: actually i did the math, Juniper would have 225$, not 0.15$.  Juniper: sis i’m right here… Phoenix: if i had a dollar i would buy a can of soda :) Ollie: while you’re there will you buy me an apply juice please? Phoenix: sorry i only have a dollar Ollie: :( Prism: hey, i just realized, Juniper would have 22,500$ because it’s a dollar for every pixel, not a cent Phoenix: if i had 22,500$ i’d buy a can of soda and an apply juice Fabricator: you can buy anything you want with 22,500$ Reginald: yeah and they want soda and apply juice Right Robot: apply juice to what Hivemind: directly to the forehead Morales: great chat everyone

[thecoolerkent]

Close but no. But it was for you and Jon though.

so when can I take Juniper on a play date with me?

()

Um um, is this one Jonny?

And we can go tomorrow!!!

- Juniper

@kentstopme

[ghosthoard]

Hello!

I hope you had a lovely holiday season with your family and friends 💖

For a request, could I ask for my OC Juniper (main ref is this one) with either Wild or Legend? Well, any of the boys are fine, but those two are my favourites lol

Thank you!!

older sis juniper and lil bro wild!

beautiful oc you have there!

I like to imagine she caught wild sneaking in to the town again and teasing him