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shortnotsweet · 1 year
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all bets are off [2/3]
Lucemond High School AU drabble [part 1], She’s All That (1999)
Aemond Targaryen may be the leading man of Westeros, but Daeron is the man of the hour. His date moves timidly at first, but settles into the steps of a waltz as a swan does to water.
“You’re better than I thought,” he laughs, breathless and pretty. “Better than Jace, at least. He always stepped on my toes.”
“I hope you’d rather dance with me than your brother,” Daeron murmurs into the shell of his ear. “Besides, my mother may not pay attention when it counts, but she made sure we knew how to dance. We’re Targaryens, aren’t we?”
It’s when he swoops down to kiss him—or maybe when Valeryon tilts his head to receive it—that a sudden crash can be heard, followed by horrified—no, delighted—shrieks. Onlookers witness the leading man shoving through the crowd just to get to them. The drink table is overturned on the way; in retrospect, the table was already on its way down, overloaded with spiked punch bowls as it was, and the skirt of Maris Baratheon’s dress snagged on the hinges of the folding leg and helped it capsize once and for all.
Forget Maris, forget the dress, forget the table. No use crying over spilled vodka on a gymnasium floor. This is what matters:
Daeron jumps into action when he hears about the pig because that’s—that’s just fucked. Daeron heard it from Aegon who heard it from Helaena who didn’t hear it from Aemond because he didn’t tell her, but their sister must possess some form of clairvoyance because she always knows about these things. What kind of things?
Denial runs in the family; it’s in their blood. Having lived half a life with both, Daeron can guess which side. He’s the level one, the normal one. He spots the abnormal a mile away.
He sees it in the way their mother openly tosses Rhaenyra’s family holiday cards into the trash without even opening the envelopes, but must privately fish them out later in the evening. He found them all once at the back of her fragrance drawer, stacked chronologically by the year and tucked behind vintage perfume bottles, neatly out of sight.
He supposes Aemond is much the same. Aemond, the older brother he sparsely knows, has many tells. For example: two separate underwear drawers, a jar filled with hard lemon candies he himself doesn’t touch, a journal he once tackled Aegon for opening. With him, things stay out of sight, but never out of mind.
That’s why Daeron doesn’t rat him out when he first hears about the bet. From what Aegon has said, Helaena doesn’t contradict, and Daeron has witnessed, Aemond’s watched Luke for years and wants him in every possible way. Perhaps he is like Alicent, Daeron thinks, who lovingly files away memorabilia to dissect later. Perhaps Aemond will get the right of it in the end.
Then, Daeron catches wind of the blood and sees red. Right or wrong, plotting to seduce the object of your ire over the course of a school year and humiliate him come prom night by dumping him onstage, then dumping a bucket of blood suspended from the ceiling over him is—well. Aegon says it best.
“Pig’s blood? Really, Aemond? You’re like a cartoon supervillain.”
They all know Aemond never would’ve gone through with it. The Baratheon girls, save for one, are vapid creatures. Aemond never needed Maris’s favor to secure an internship with her father, but it was always an excuse. The moment she pointed out Luke—shy, wallflower freshman as he was—Aemond hatched his own plan. They’re Targaryens in name and blood, but they’re Hightowers, too. It’s in their conniving nature.
That summer, Luke should’ve taken one look at Aemond’s outstretched hand and taken off at a sprint. Daeron would’ve taken Luke’s hand himself and dragged him away, had he known.
Luke runs track in the winter and spring and hides himself away in the summer and fall, like an inverse of seasonal depression. Luke is a good runner. He’s skinny, but has strong legs and the instinct for it; the second the starting pistol blows, he jolts like a jackrabbit and covers the two-hundred stretch like it’s nothing. Daeron watches him run from the bleachers because he’s good at it, and because Luke sometimes wears these little shorts that barely cover anything. Aemond watches too, of course, stealing glances during lacrosse practice and nearly letting the ball get away from him. After the infamous breakup—which took place behind the scenes but played out in the aftermath for the entire school to see and speculate on—Aemond is even less subtle about it. A few times he moves to abandon the field, as if to run after Luke like a hound catching a scent. Then he’ll catch sight of Daeron in the bleachers and glower.
(“Who dumped who? It had to be Aemond, right?”
“No, no. Look at him. That’s not the look of someone who escaped a relationship.”
“What are they supposed to look like then?”
“Free, I guess. Liberated. I dunno.”)
Lucerys Valeryon pulls up the driveway in the dead of night. It’s the end of April.
Daeron watches for him out his bedroom window, then hurries downstairs and out the back door when he sees the Beetle convertible emerge, a baby blue blot in the dark. Luke called him beforehand, said he had to drop off Aemond’s things before he got too attached. Borrowed shirts, origami candy wrappers, a roll of photos sheathed in an envelope. A hardcover children’s book. It is a good thing Aemond and the rest of the household is asleep; he’d been in a black mood for weeks and knowing Lucerys was so close again would have him frothing at the mouth. Who knows what he’d be driven to do.
Daeron meets him at the edge of the lawn. Luke takes one look at him—his hair, the color of his eyes—and his expression crumbles. He cries on the curb. Daeron crouches down next to him. You’re my friend. You’re beautiful. You never deserved this, he thinks. Neither does Aemond. He never did.
“I have a suit,” Daeron says instead. And both eyes. “You were excited about it, right? Go with me.”
“Huh?” Luke wipes his face. It’s flushed red and splotchy. He is so lovely. “No, no. You don’t have to keep…” being nice to me, he finishes lamely, mentally. Daeron hears it anyway. Oh, you silly boy. He watched him before this summer, but they’d become true friends by the beginning of fall thanks to Aemond dragging him home every week, much to their mother’s despair and Rhaenyra’s clear delight. It might be one of the best things to ever happen to Daeron, besides his mother finally deciding he can come home. He knows what it’s like, then, that fear. Luke must think that once Aemond is no longer in his orbit, he’ll simply blink out existence like a star burned to a quick. It’s not true. It never was.
“I know. I want to.” Daeron hopes Luke hears his conviction bleeding through, and fears he’ll hear the love there, too. Luke is silent for a moment, turning it over in his mind.
“Okay,” he says wetly, finally. “I’ll go to prom with you. Pick me up at six.”
It’s a month to prom. Aemond’s stuff is packed in a box in the back of the car. It’s a date.
“Thank you for telling me,” Luke mutters against Daeron’s shoulder. “No one else did. They didn’t think I could handle it, I bet, but you—you knew.” A scaly beast that’s lived inside Daeron’s ribcage for longer than he can remember rumbles in agreement.
Luke rests his cheek against his collarbone and Daeron is sure that if he tried, he could hear the staccato of his heartbeat through the skin of his throat.
“Would you have wanted to know? Even if you knew it would make you unhappy?” It was obvious to anyone who knew them that Aemond never would’ve broken up with Luke in the end, not of his own volition. He’d die first.
“Of course.” Luke pulls back, offended. “How else would I—I would’ve never known it wasn’t real.” Daeron almost shakes his head. It was real, alright. Realer than Luke will ever know. But this—this can be real, too. This can be just as good. Better.
“I’m glad, then.” He dips him then, hand creeping down to plant against Luke’s lower back. The speakers continue to warble in the background, but Daeron doesn’t recognize the song; it’s something about moonlight, about fireflies dancing and the silver moon watching on.
“Don’t touch him.”
Ah. Speak of the devil. Daeron’s been touching their nephew all night, but Aemond probably knows that. He’s been watching them out of the corner of his remaining eye, jaw clenched in fury. His poor date—wretched girl she is—stands behind him, clutching at her torn skirt with a mottled expression. She’d scuttled after Aemond, to no avail.
“What are you doing?” Luke asks over Daeron’s shoulder. Everyone is watching. He is not as tall as his brother, but he’s taller than Luke and shifts to angle him away. Aemond, as expected, follows like a dog chasing a tail.
“You’re my boyfriend,” Aemond hisses, wounded, reaching out for Luke’s sleeve, “debasing himself. What are you doing?”
“Was.” Luke jerks away, clinging to Daeron’s arms like he’s a lifeboat at sea. Aemond flinches. “This is my date. I came here because I wanted to.” Luke’s fingers dig into the black fabric of Daeron’s tux. “Leave us alone.” At the mention of us, Aemond’s nostrils flare.
“Didn’t you hear him?” Daeron says blandly. “Leave us alone.” He doesn’t even need to turn to know there’s anguish painted on his face, in the tremor of his lip. You’re losing him, Aemond. One more strike, you’re out.
“How dare you?” Aemond grits out, snagging a fist in Daeron’s lapel instead, to the gasps of the crowd circling around the three of them. “You think you can come back here and help yourself?” You, who was born with nothing, for nothing, shipped away like nothing.
Daeron looks up at Aemond now, at the red rim of his eye and the brokenness behind the pupil. It’s been said that all men demand their pound of flesh. They’re not men, not yet, but Aemond’s been baying for Luke’s blood (and body, mind and soul) for the better of nine years. It’s a three-man play, and the spotlight is sweltering.
Daeron only smiles at the challenge. Maybe it looks sharp. Maybe it looks bloody. Maybe it looks like he has nothing to lose.
(Wrong. He has the audacity, actually. If he plays his cards right, he gets Luke, too.)
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missdictatorme · 1 year
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Fate Brought Me To You - Part 1 - Moon Knight 🌙✨
Pairings: Virgin!Jake Lockley x Criminal!Fem!Reader
Genre: Action, Smut (not in this part), sprinkled with some Fluff
Summary: It was a quiet night for Jake and his taxi, with very few customers. That is, until one of the most important members of the underworld is requiring his aid.
Warnings: blood, guns, beginning of the fic is written in 3rd pov but it will change back to 2nd pov. I'll die with my typos 🫡
A/N: Fuck this I'm posting this now cause it's been sitting in my drafts for months now. Don't expect an update anytime soon lol. Some people in the fandom wanted to see more Virgin!Jake and my mind absolutely overcomplicated the plot for no reason at all. Hope you'll enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated.
Part 2
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Jake supressed a yawn after he beat another level on Candy Crush on his phone. His last ride was about 25 minutes ago and he was bored out of his mind.
'You should check out that strip club we passed earlier. Bet you wouldn't fall asleep there.'
Jake let out an annoyed sigh. For some reason Marc was obsessed with trying to get him laid.
Thing was, Jake didn't take control of the body often, until recently. He let that to Marc and Steven. He watched them live their lives, seperately at first, Steven working in a gift shop, while Marc was doing missions for Khonshu, Jake aiding the latter when it was absolutely necessary. But things happened and the two men's lives started to blur together, worrying Jake what might that mean for the system. But to his absolute surprise - despite the rough beginning - his two headmates fell into a rhythm, leading the same life in a messy, but mostly coordintated way.
It gave him the courage to finally introduce himself to his brothers, as he liked to refer to them in his head. They were together from the beginning, even if some of them were hidden from the others. They guided each other from the very beginning and they will stick together for the end of their lives. It comforted Jake. The thought that he was not alone, and the fact that there were people who could count on him too. It was easier that Marc and Steven knew deep inside that there was a third. They didn't just accept Jake, they welcomed him in their lives, finally being relieved that it wasn't a bloodthirsty alter lurking in the far corner of their minds, but a protective one, watching over them, and making decisions that could save their lives.
"I'm fine on my own." - Jake replied in a quiet voice, like he was afraid disturbing the peace of the moment.
Maybe he was bored, but he also liked the quiet, the dark. It was familiar to him. For years he was keeping quiet and stayed hidden. It was... habitual.
'But you're not on your own anymore. It's time for you to finally live too. And when you make stupid decisions you have Steven and me to have your back. After we roasted you for being stupid of course.'
Jake smiled as he kept playing on his phone. This really was like having siblings. For a long time he felt like he was being the big brother of the system, watching over his two younger ones, Marc being the reckless middle child, and Steven the naive youngest one. After he made himself known, the roles changed quickly. Marc felt the need to make sure Jake knew that he was just as valid as him and Steven. Maybe it was comforting for him that after he lost a brother he now had two to guide through life. Like a responsible older brother. Steven became the chaotic middle one, doing his absolute best to annoy the shit out of Marc, while he tried to influence Jake to do the same, but in the meantime he made sure that both of them are content and are aware that he was also there to be supportive if needed be.
And Jake felt like the youngest one, everytime Marc or Steven or both bombarded him with random ideas and stuff he should try.
Try vegan food. Try working out. Try dating. Try having flings.
It was like two little cartoon characters sitting on either sides of his shoulders, telling him what to do. It was equally annoying and heartwarming at the same time. It made him realize that he belonged. He liked that. Belonging.
'See? That's why you should date instead of banging random strangers. You know I'm always right.' - Steven said proudly, while Marc scoffed.
'Having sex with strangers is way more comfortable. You don't have to make up excuses when our accent changes in the morning and we leave before they can find out what's up with us.'
'You don't have to make up excuses if you're in a loving relationship with someone and you're honest with them.' - Steven said pointedly.
'You're beating a dead horse, Steven. I fucked up my marriage. You' re gonna remind me every chance you got for the rest of our lives? I could say: hey, I like that house and you go: yes, that's where you lied to your wife.'
Jake chuckled.
"It's not like you don't deserve it, hermano. Layla was a nice woman."
'Yeah and you fucked up!' - Steven said.
'I should be the one being upset, you kissed her!'
'Yeah, so what? You're gonna remind me every chance you got for the rest of our lives? I could say: hey, I like that house and you go: yes, that's where you kissed my wife!'
Both Marc and Jake started laughing and Steven joined in. Their joy was short living though, when suddenly they heard a loud thump from the back and when Jake turned his head to see what it was, the back door opened and a woman fell inside the backseat.
"Drive." - he heard her weak, shaky voice.
"Senorita, are you oka-?"
"Drive." - Jake's eyes widened when she aimed a gun at him.
'Okay, everybody stay calm.' - Steven said in their head and Jake slowly turned back to start the car, while he looked in the rearview mirror at Steven giving him a look that said 'really?'
"Where to?"
"Turn left at the next corner."
Jake looked at her from the mirror to examine her further. She was slumped down in the seat, one hand aiming a gun at him, while the other was holding her stomach. When she lifted her hand and the lamps they passed lit the car, he saw that she had a deep wound, bleeding at an alarming rate.
"I should take you to the hospital." - he said, since they were heading the opposite direction from the closest one.
"Go straight until the bank, then turn right." - she hissed in pain.
Then gun she was holding was shaking more and more and while Jake slowed down everytime they were about to hit a bump on the road, the whimpers she let out were worrying. Not that he should be worried about the well-being of a person who was aiming a gun at him, but she didn't look like she actually wanted to hurt him. The gun on him was more like an encouragement to make him do what she says.
For about fifteen more minutes she only spoke to him every once in a while, and while Jake followed her directions, he grew more tense with each turn. The whole city was ruled by the most feared mob boss of he country, and right now they were heading to a part of the town where he rumored to be seen the most. Jake was familiar with the neighborhood, working as a cab driver he had to come here a lot of times. There were a lot of questionable looking men roaming the streets dressed in fine suits during the days and Jake saw them 'at work' during the night. He tried to stay out of their way.
"There's gonna be a big white house at the end of the road. Stop at the gate and don't do any sudden moves. It's gonna be okay." - she said the last part reassuringly, and Jake frowned.
In any other circumstances he should be the one saying that to a bleeding person.
Once he stopped at the gate he heard her let out a sigh and her arm fell next to her on the seat. Just as Jake wanted to turn to her as he saw that in the mirror, three armed men apperaed on the other side of the gate, aiming at him. The gate opened and they came out, surrounding the car, and Jake put his hands up above the steering wheel.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?!" - one of them demanded and Jake clenched his jaw, looking right in his eyes.
So much for a boring night.
"She told me to bring her here." - he answered calmly as he gestured behind him with his head.
The man walked closer and Jake saw as his eyes widened when he saw the woman on the backseat.
"Money?!" - he hurried to the car and opened it, leaning inside. He gently cupped the woman's face. - "Come on! Wake up!" - he patted her cheek and he let out a sigh of relief as she opened her eyes a little with a weak whine.
He sat in the car and put his gun at the back of Jake's head.
"Drive to the main entrance!"
As Jake drove there, he heard the guy dial someone.
"Get the Doc, Money's been shot!" - he said with slight panic in his voice. - "What about the others, darling?" - he asked her softly.
"Killed." - she whispered.
Jake's expression hardened as he looked at the woman through the mirror again. He didn't know who she was, he didn't know what happened, but for some reason he felt bad for her and hoped she'll survive.
When he arrived at the main entrance, people were hurrying outside, some faces Jake recognized belonging to the gangsters working for Dominic Matazzo, the feared crime lord of the city.
"Get out!" - a man approaching told him, and Jake slowly got out of the car.
The man in the backseat picked the woman up in his arms and hurried inside while some of the men followed.
Five men were surrounding Jake, and just when he started to worry what the hell is going to happen now, a sixth one came out of the house, walking straight up to him. He was a little bit taller than him, and he looked to be in his late fifties-early sixties, with broad shoulders and a sharp jawline, eyes dark as the night, hair greying at the temples. He was dressed in a pair of black dress pants and a dark blue button up.
"Who are you?" - his tone was quiet, but it had a sharp edge to it.
"Jake Lockley."
"Why did you bring her here?"
"She asked me to."
"Did she get in your car?"
"Yes."
Jake didn't feel the need to lie about anything. He didn't do anything wrong. A 'customer' told him where to go and he transported her.
The man gestured to the men with a move of his head and one of them started searching his cab.
"Did you see anyone else?"
"No."
"Was she followed?"
"I didn't see anyone, sir." - Jake replied honestly.
The man looking through his car approached them and held out a gun to the one questioning Jake.
"Found this in the glovebox."
'Well, shit.' - Marc said.
The older man took the gun from him and expertly took it apart to check if it was loaded. When he saw it was full, he raised his eyebrow.
"You could've used it against her. Why didn't you?"
Jake looked down at the gun, and the man tilted his head to the side in curiosity, seeing that it was the first time that he hesitated since he started questioning him.
"She was hurt."
"She was aiming a gun at you. She was shot, loosing blood quickly, she was in shock and probably blacked out a few times during the ride. You look like a tough guy too. You could've easily overpowered her. So why didn't you?"
Jake looked back at the man, not really knowing what else to say.
"She was hurt."
The man eyed him for a few more seconds, then the same guy who got in Jake's cab at the gate came out of the house, covered in blood, holding a thick, yellow envelope. He walked up to the older man and leaned close to him, whispering something in his ear.
When he pulled away the two men eyed Jake more, then when the older man nodded, Jake jumped a little when the other threw the envelope at him. He caught it and the other men lowered their guns.
"Thank you for bringing her here. You can leave. You haven't seen anything." - the greying man said finally and turned to leave.
The one covered in blood handed the gun back to Jake, with a small nod, then he left too.
Jake stood there frozen for a few seconds, then he got in the car and drove away. For a few minutes he was convinced that they're gonna follow him, but even after 30 minutes of driving still nobody was behind him.
He made his way home and when he stopped in the parking lot at his apartment complex, he picked up the envelope from the seat next to him and opened it. It was full of money.
'Okay. What the fuck just happened?' - Marc asked freaking out a little, but trying to keep his cool.
'That woman must worth a lot to them.' - Steven said.
"It's 10.000$." - Jake informed them after he counted the money.
'Good tip for a 15 minute ride.' - Steven tried to joke.
'Was that guy who I think he was?' - Marc asked.
"I think so."
'Cool. Let's never see him again.'
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That didn't go as planned either.
About a month later while Jake was sitting in a cab, reading news on his phone, three people got in the car. A man sat next to him, another behind him and a woman on the other side of the back seat. Jake's eyes widened slightly when he recognized you. You smiled. He was pretty good at keeping his composure.
"Good morning. Can you take us to Big Joe's Diner?" - you asked politely.
Jake took an extra moment to held your gaze through the mirror, then he nodded.
"Right away, senorita."
'Should we be worried?' - Steven asked.
'If they wanted to kill us, they wouldn't have let Jake go that night.'
"Are we going to eat there too? I skipped breakfast." - the man next to him asked, whom Jake recognized as the one who carried you inside from his cab.
"You never skip breakfast, Nick." - you said with furrowed brows.
"Angelica was called in to work and I had to take the twins to school. Let's just say trying to coordinate two eight year old boys is not the easiest job."
You and the man next to you snickered, while Jake tried to focus on the road. It was hard for him to believe that the last time he saw you, you were close to bleed to death and now you were happily chatting.
"What about you, Tony? Are you hungry?"
"I just had breakfast with you about an hour ago."
"That wasn't my question."
"Yeah, I could eat." - he replied after a beat of silence.
"There you go." - you replied amused and smiled when you caught Jake's eyes in the rearview mirror and he quickly looked away.
About twenty minutes later you were at the restaurant and when Jake told the price to Nick while you and Tony got out, he lifted his eyebrows at him.
"You're coming in with us."
'I'm sorry, what?' - Steven asked from the mirror.
As much as Marc disliked the idea, he knew better than to say no to the mafia.
So Jake stopped the engine and got out of the car with his famous male version of the resting bitch face.
You all sat down at the table and as you were looking through the menu a waitress walked up to the table with a nervous smile.
"Good morning! Joe's on the phone right now but he's gonna see you in a few." - she informed you.
"That's alright. Can we order while we wait?" - you asked politely.
Jake almost scoffed. The staff in the restaurant knew who you were. He didn't know what rank you had in the family, but by the way people made sure to stay out of your way as you walked through the restaurant, he knew you could've shot someone in the head without anyone daring to stop you.
"Of course! What can I get you?" - she pulled out her notepad and pen.
"I'll have a glass of water and pancakes."
"Tony and I will have omelette with bacon, mushroom and tomato, and two coffees." - Nick said.
After she scribbled it down, all heads turned to Jake expectantly.
He cleared his throat and put down the menu.
"Same as the guys."
After she left, Tony turned to you.
"So how come you joined us today? Joe's acting naughty?"
"He's suspicious for sure. He's paying half of what he used to, claiming the business is not going well, meanwhile..." - you gestured to the almost full restaurant. - "Javier said he saw Joe with a new car last week. I just wanna look at the numbers." - you smiled innocently like you didn't just accoused the man of stealing while the two men smiled.
"I'll be more than happy to break both of his legs." - Nick said.
Just as he said that, Joe appeared from the kitchen, patting down his clothes nervously, but he smiled widely like he was happy to see you.
"Just say the word and I knock his teeth out." - Tony grumbled annoyed.
"Play nice." - you warned him as you smiled back at Joe.
"What a pleasant surprise! Darling, you look more beautiful each day!" - Joe said and Jake lifted an eyebrow when the man grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it. He saw as Tony and Nick tensed up at that, but both of them stayed put.
"Oh, you're too kind! I'm so sorry to disturb you in such a busy morning..." - you looked around the restaurant again, pointedly. - "Dominic told me you're struggling with the business, and he sent me to help with the math, but I'm happy to see that it's clearly not the case. Did you paint the place? I'm sure the last time I was here the walls were white." - you gestured to the beige colour.
'Dude's fucked.' - Marc said in Jake's head, when they noticed he turned paler.
"Oh, uh, yes. Last month it got a paint over, you know, it started turning yellowish because of the grease and all."
"Of course." - you smiled knowingly.
"Did that happen to your old car too? That's why you bought a new one?" - Tony raised an eyebrow and Joe literally looked like he was at the verge of passing out.
"I uh..."
"Can we go to the back? I just wanna take a quick look at the accounts." - you said standing up.
Joe opened his mouth to protest, but your gaze turned ice cold.
"Now."
"You wouldn't mind if I tag along too, would you?" - Nick stood up too and buttoned in his elegant dark brown blazer with a smug smile.
Joe gulped and gestured towards the kitchen.
"Right this way."
When the three of you left, Tony turned to Jake, while the waitress approached with the drinks.
"She's Dominic's accountant for a few years now. Dom has a big heart and he often lends money for people who struggle to start up a business or have problem with running it. They must be desperate if they go to him for help, right?"
When Jake nodded, he continued.
"Of course you have to pay him back with some interest. But sometimes dumb idiots like Joe think they can get away with paying less or paying late. If they have a problem with the price they can talk to him about it. But when they're lying that's just a big no. It's disrespectful. He helps them and that's what he gets in return? Man, fuck that. They needed help, he gave it to them. They knew the terms and they agreed. It's not like Dom was the one offering it. Man, if you'd see how some of them are even begging him..." - he trailed off with a chuckle and started eating when the food was put on the table too.
"So what happens when he finds out someone lied to him?" - Jake asked as he took a bite too.
"Dom's all about second chances. I swear his big heart is gonna be the death of him. You better start pay nicely, or else he takes away your business. Money makes sure it's done legally and no one can do shit. That's why he owns almost the whole town. The businesses are either his or he has money in it."
"So Money is like his right hand?" - Jake asked, trying to learn more about you.
"You can say that. But she's more than that. He has two daughters and he considers her his third one. He's very protective of her. Both because she helped him gain a lot of money and control, and because she grew on him. You'll like her too." - Tony smiled.
"What do you mean?"
"Man, don't tell me you think we sat in your cab accidentally? You saved her life. Both Dominic and her wants you in the family. They'll be very grateful if you say yes."
Jake licked his lips then tilted his head.
"And what if I say no?"
Tony's cheerful face dropped a little.
"They won't force you. It's just an offer. They really are grateful because of what you did and they feel like they can trust you. But if you don't want to choose this life they'll understand. You can walk away freely."
When Jake stayed silent, Tony spoke again.
"You don't have to give them an answer now. Think about it."
Later when you and Nick returned to the table, you could tell by the look on Jake's face that Tony offered him the job. He looked deep in thought.
"Sorry we didn't wait for you, but we were starving."
"It's okay, Tony. Was it good?" - you asked as you grabbed the fork and knife to start your pancake.
"Yeah, no wonder so many people come here." - he replied, drinking from his coffee. - "So what's up?"
"Idiot tried to fuck Dom over. Money found the the faults in the accounts in like five minutes." - Nick snorted as he took a bute from his food.
"After you finish you and Tony will escort Joe to the bank then you bring the money straight to Dom." - you said to Nick who nodded.
"Yes, ma'am." - Tony saluted. - "You're staying with Jake?"
Jake looked at you, his face unreadable.
"If he doesn't mind taking me to Wilson's Barbershop."
"They're nice guys. They always pay. They like to stay out of trouble." - Nick told Jake.
Jake looked at you and nodded.
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After the barbershop Jake escorted you to two other places where the owners gave you thick envelopes without any problem. At the barbershop the boys even offered Jake free cuts whenever he wanted. At the butcher the owner gave you and him two fat pieces of beef chuck wrapped in paper. Steven loved that. At the Watch Store the owners showed Jake a Rolex and an Omega watch from the latest collection telling him to choose while you went to the back with one of them.
'Okay. A big piece of meat is one thing but if you choose from one of those you pretty much accept the mafia's offer.' - Marc said.
Jake decided to answer in the headspace as he inspected the watches.
'Would that be such a terrible thing?'
'We'd be their toy, just like we were Khonshu's.'
'I don't know, Khonshu never gave us money. Or a watch.' - Jake answered.
'Still. You'll have to be at the ready all the time.'
'It's not like we have anything else to do. Steven and you are not working. I like being a cabbie, but it barely pays the rent and the bills. No offense, but our flat looks like a shithole.'
'Steven, help me out here.' - Marc pleaded.
'Dunno. To be honest I kinda miss the action.'
Marc glared at both of them from a nearby glass case.
'Oh come on Marc! Don't tell me you don't miss beating up bad guys! You loved it.' - Jake reminded him.
'Yeah, but in this case we'll be bad guys too.'
'Hey now. Those who paid were not harmed. Even Joe had a chance to make it right, even if it was him who tried to be a dick. If you want money, pay it back. Simple. The bank will come after your ass too if you dont pay.' - Jake said.
Marc huffed and shook his head with an eyeroll. Jake's eyes focused on the back door when he saw it open. You walked out with the other owner and you made your way over to him.
"Did you choose?"
Jake studied your profile for a few seconds as you were looking down at the watches.
"Which one do you think looks better?" - he asked you.
You looked up at him with a surprised smile, then leaned closer to the watches.
"Both of them are very elegant. The Omega is more masculine, though. It suits you better."
The corner of Jake's lips turned up a little. He liked that answer.
"I'll take the Omega, please." - he told the owner and she pulled it out of the box while Jake took off his old watch. They switched it and she put the other in the box, then put the box in a fancy paperbag.
"Gracias."
You said goodbyes and Jake opened the door for you on the way out.
"So what's the next stop?" - he asked once you were in the car.
"We're going home." - you told him the address and Jake started driving, while you pulled out your phone.
Every once in a while Jake subtly glanced over and he saw that you were looking over some documents on it, and sending e-mails.
After a few minutes of silence you spoke up.
"I like you."
Jake looked at you in surprise.
"What?"
"You're quiet. When I'm with Nick, Tony or the others they're talking my ears off. I love them, but sometimes I just want some peace, you know?"
'Let's make sure she never meets Steven.' - Marc mused and Steven glared at him, while Jake held back a chuckle.
"Yeah, I know. Even when I'm alone sometimes it feels too loud."
"So true!" - you agreed and Jake smiled, knowing you weren't exactly taking his words how he meant them. But it was okay. No one did.
He stayed silent for the rest of the ride, letting you do your work. When he stopped at the gate, you took out way too much money from one of the letters and handed it to him, making him frown.
"I already got paid." - he lifted his arm, showing you the watch.
You smiled slyly.
"That wasn't a gift from Dom or me."
When Jake gave you a curious look, your smile widened.
"The owners gave you the watch because they thought you are a new member of the family. I just simply didn't correct them." - you winked at him and leaned over, tucking the money in the inside pocket of his jacket.
Jake's breath hitched in his throat as he watched your face, the close up sight of your smiling lips covered in dark pink lipstick made him softly lick his own.
"If you accept the offer be here tomorrow morning at 8." - you told him, still not leaning back.
"And if I don't?" - Jake asked, unable to look away from your eyes.
"We're not gonna come for you, if you're worrying about that. Dominic is very grateful for what you did." - you said, looking his face over, as your hand tugged a little at the opening of his jacket, readjusting it softly.- "So am I. Thank you for saving my life." - you whispered, and before Jake could find his words, you gave him a final smile and got out of the car.
Jake let out the breath he didn't know he was holding, then he ran a hand through his hair and drove away.
'So we just basically stole a watch.' - Steven said after a while, breaking the silence.
It wasn't just Jake who was rendered speechless by your proximity.
'They told us to choose for free.' - Marc said.
'Oh, so now you suddenly don't have a problem with being the bad guy?' - Steven mocked with a knowing smirk.
'Well... we didn't hurt anyone.' - Marc admitted. - "And it's a really nice watch.'
"So? Are you in or are you out?" - Jake asked as he looked in the rearview mirror.
Marc and Steven looked at each other, then Marc nodded.
"I'm in."
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Sundered - Eschatonian Transcript Part 3
It is Sunday, my dudes and dudettes...
Helvi, miekleau li Eskaetli! This is the third and final part of my Eschatonian transcript. Hope you enjoy!
PART 1 PART 2 BONUS
If you’re new or need a refresher on Eschatonian pronunciation / how these transcripts work, you’ll find all relevant info below, but if you’re already familiar with that, you can skip straight to the transcript.
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The structure of these transcripts is as follows:
Eschatonian line* Literal translation* In-game subtitles* * = additional notes
Words I couldn’t make out or translate are marked as (?). Whenever I was unsure if I translated/transcribed/spelled a word correctly, I marked it as [word?].
Quick and dirty pronunciation guide
A = as in “father” or “umbrella”, depending on the length E = as in “yes” (sometimes it’s also pronounced like the first e in the German word “Leben”) I = as in “is” or like the “ee” in “see”, depending on the length O = as in “lock” U = like the “oo” in “book” or “tool”, depending on the length Ä = like the “a” in “that” Ö = as in the German word “böse” Ü = as in the German word “Glück” or “Lüge”, depending on the length (sometimes it’s also pronounced as a semivowel) AH = as in “Ah crap!” AR = like the “a” in “father”. Sometimes TST rolls the R. AU = like the “ou” in “loud” EI = like the English letter “I” EU = like the “oy” in “boy” ER = can either be pronounced as in the German word “besser” or like the word “air” (non-rhotic). Sometimes TST rolls the R. That little disco crystal really loves rolling their Rs! IE = like the “ee” in “see”. The only exception is the word “θieθ” (=taken), in which th “ie” is pronounced like the “ye” in “yes”. IER = like the word “ear” (non-rhotic) C = like the “ch” in the German word “Licht” G = always hard, as in “gravity” R = can either be rolled or pronounced like the German / European French R W = like the “v” in “very” X = like the “ch” in “Loch Ness” θ = “th” NG = as in “strong” SCH = like the “sh” in “shiver” SP = as in “speed” ST = “sht”, as in the German word “Stein” (TST pronounces it as in “stone” at a few points, for example when they use the word “kelenstax”=“place”) ° = click consonant, but I don’t know which one T_T ^ = glottal stop ‘ = indicates an elision or contraction. I also used apostrophes to divide some vowel clusters into seperate syllables for better readability (Example: I spelled the Eschatonian word for “Valkyrie” as “we’eilic” [=vay-eye-liç]) or to match the spelling in the vocab list (Example: the word for “home” is spelled “m’xat”) B, D, F, H, K, L, M, N, P, S, T, V and Z are pronounced as they would be in English. NOTE: since I had a hard time distinguishing the Eschatonian “er” and short “a” at the end of certain words, I spelled the respective verbs and adjectives with -a (e.g. kliezekta (= good) or beita (= work)) and (pro)nouns with -er (e.g.stüleuker (= human) or mekrer (=my)).
DISCLAIMER: I’M NOT A LINGUIST AND THE DISTORTION IN TST’S VOICE MAKES IT HARD TO MAKE OUT CERTAIN WORDS/PHONEMES SOMETIMES, SO THERE WILL BE SOME TRANSCRIPTION MISTAKES HERE AND THERE.
With that out of the way, let’s take a look at the remaining Eschatonian lines in Sundered!
Nether (Neutral Path)
Ka nik anex kliemxeθ tan fern. [No?] one [go/went?] come so far No one has made it so far.
Sensch nox fax um enrüex ü’. Here still chance for save you There’s still a chance to save yourself.
[Aneklaue?] karüθ üeschli pfierwisch! Continue corrupt(ing) your power(s) Continue corrupting your Abilities!
Üexliau felt fiewrisch, Eshe. You lack power, Eshe You lack power, Eshe.
Schlürke mlex framenstasch i fauwre eifster starlikt! Find more fragment(s) and complete Elder Shard(s) Find more fragments and complete the Elder Shards!
Üexliau schauk hözueθ m’°k mat. You [should?] listened every word You should have listened to my every word.
Üexliau xa schra zei fief xenux. You not will be strong enough You won’t be strong enough.
Üexliau nox teik fax um tax kliesekt hetagen. You still have chance for do good thing You still have a chance to do the right thing.
Nox-inlekte xe [tarket?] i karüθe üeschli pfie’risch nox! Return to shrine(s) and corrupt your power(s) still Return to the Shrines and corrupt your remaining Abilities!
Collecting 3 Elder Shard Fragments
Kliezekta! Üexliau teik eischwer starlikt. good you have Elder Shard Good! You have an Elder Shard.
An’ausch het ä karüf [ta kent?]. [Use?] this [and?] corrupt (?) Bring one to an Ability Shrine.
Approaching a Shrine with an Elder Shard
Het [tarke?] kes üeschli [weikling?] liepfe. This/these shrine(s) is/are your [beacon(s)?] hope These shrines are your beacons of hope.
Karüf (?) we’eilic awektasch mit eifster starlikt Corrupt frail Valkyrie ability/-es with Elder Shard Corrupt the frail Valkyrie abilities with an Elder Shard
um klau üeschli ‘el pfiewrisch. for [unlock?] your true power to unlock your true potential.
Het kan zei tan mlex fax taks üexliau las m’asat üex. This can be so more easy but you let me help you This could be so much easier if you let me help you.
Het kes wie üexliau enrüesch ü’ li sensch, het kes wie üexliiau ühe! This is how you save you of here, this is how you live/survive This is how you get out of here, this is how you survive!
Eshe, en lieweθ üexliau kes’s klu’ miekü! Eshe, I thought/knew you were clever girl Eshe, I knew you were a clever girl!
Hausch üeschli eifster starlikt [ma’ halwarik?]. Place your Elder Shard [on?] altar Place your Elder Shard on the altar.
[Pfiewrischa?] kes [ün?] sensch, schokrüf xe eifster starlikt. power is (?) here, thanks to Elder Shard(s) Freedom is ever closer, thanks to the power of the Elder shards.
Hei! Wa kliesekt! Yes! (?) good Yes! That’s it!
Kan üexliau [lep?] het? Pfiewrisch aner le üex? Can you feel this? Power go(ing) in you Can you feel it? The power flowing into you?
Izak! Xewa le xe fiewrisch li eifster starlikt! Brilliant! Give in to power of Elder Shard(s) Brilliant! Give in to the power of the Elder Shards!
Mi-Go Shield
Waheilic kan [keset?] izak, Valkyrie(s) can [were?] fine The Valkyries might have been smart,
Taks ta ka-üsch liew hal pfiewrisch! But it no-always know real/true power but they will never understand true power!
Z’toggua’s Wings
Akaue ek eifster pfiewrisch kan [m’tseik?]? See that Elder power can (?) See what Eldritch power can accomplish?
Spies [xartis?] kes xahetagen xe [prat?] an starkheit! Little sacrifice(s) is/are nothing to (??) strength Small sacrifices are nothing in exchange for such power.
Armageddon
Sensch het kes wek en saxens pfiewrisch! Now this is what I admit/[call?] power Now this is what I call a weapon!
Ghatanothoa’s Strength
Üexliau x’kan fergleic stüleuker robskeit mi’ pfiewrisch li gahat! You not can compare human technology with power of god(s) You can’t compare human technology with the blessing of a god!
Azathoth’s Breath
En liewet üexliau weis [xal  tan?] krantz het ke’ teik het pfiewrisch. I [hope?] you know (?) [such?] honor this is have this power I hope you realize what a great honor it is to receive this power.
Eldritch Pull
Hel kliezekt, xa liew üexliau, hei? Very good, no(t) think you, yes Much better, don’t you think?
Atlach-Nacha’s Grip
Xanglesch üeschli eix; change your own Morph your body;
θürke üex li pfiewrisch li spi’ gaxat! Plunge you of power(s) of little god(s) cleanse yourself in the gifts of the lower deities!
Nether (Embrace Path)
Eshe! Kan üexliau auka het? Eshe! Can you see this Eshe! can you see it?
Xa nik kes aner tan fern! No one is go so far No one has ever made it this far!
Üexliau mu’t saxen, en [taxet?] em’h’tagen fax xe üesch... hei? You must admit, I made everything easy for you... yes? You have to admit, I made all of this easier for you... right?
En xa kan xeresch nuex [kes’el?] dortüa. I not can believe we are [almost?] there I can’t believe we’re almost there.
[E?] krantz li gahat! [For?] glory of god(s) For the glory of god!
Het kes wie! Schokrüf, Eshe. This is how! Thank you, Eshe This is it! Thank you, Eshe.
Üeschli enrüexkeit schra kliemxeθ balt xanux. Your freedom will come soon enough Your freedom will come soon enough.
Humanity Fight
Fietsere! Nax [m’het üschta’?]! Finally! Back/After all this/these year(s) Finally! After all these years!
Xeim keθ erneuneθ! Portal is restored The portal is restored!
Putting an Elder Shard in the Incinerator
Liew li ü’ enrüexkeit... Think of your freedom Think of your freedom.
Üeschli lüxn [e’ saxene’?] keüesch mekef [eθes’?]. Your [attitude?] (?) admit cause [annoy?] me Your attitude is starting to upset me...
Eshe! Üexliau tüktelaux, ausch’ eischwer starlikt um karüθ üeschli pfierische! Eshe! you stupid/imbecile, use Elder Shard(s) for corrupt your power(s) Eshe! you imbecile, use the Elder Shards to corrupt your abilities!
Picking up an Elder Shard from the Incinerator
Eshe, en xeresch li üex! Eshe, I believe of you I believe in you, Eshe!
Asat enex asat üex. help me help you Help me help you.
Burning an Elder Shard
Eshe! Hözue! Üeschli stüleuker pfie’risch xa schra xenuk enrüex ü’. Eshe! Listen! Your human power not will enough save you Eshe! Listen! Your human strength will not be enough to save you.
Esakt! Üexliau kes slie’eθ üex! Stop! You is/are doom(ing) you Stop this! You are dooming yourself!
Taks üexliau xa θ’ en, en [hax sch’a?] ‘sateθ üex! But you not (?) I, I [not?] will help you If you keep disobeying me, you’ll never make it out of here!
Üexliau nur kliemxeθ tan fern keüesch li en. Xa zei tüktelaux! You only come/came so far cause I. Not be stupid You’ve only gotten so far because of me. Don’t be stupid!
Stalük miekü! Üexliau nexekt [liew?] eneschli asareθ taks xa? Impetuous girl! You need [know?] my help but no(t) Impetuous girl! Do you want my help or not?
Tüktelaux! Liew üe’ xet tascheθ? Imbecile! Know [you?] this did/made You fool! Do you realize what you have done?
Xaθ! Wek [e’taxs?] üexliau? Not! What [do?] you No! What are you doing?
After burning an Elder Shard
Xa-auschwax. No-useful Useless.
stüleuker kes’s spies. Human(s) is/are little/weak Humans are weak.
Üexliau kes xahetagen taks [hasch etsagentz?]. You are nothing but [utter disappointment?] You are nothing but an utter disappointment.
Nether (Resist Path)
Üexliau kliemxeθ sensch. you come/came here You made it here.
Nuex auka wie auschwa’ üexliau nox kan zei. We see how useful you still can be Let’s see how useful you still can be.
En schra saxen, üeschliau ke’ stur miekü. I will admit, you is/are stubborn woman I’ll admit, you’re a stubborn woman.
Üexliau teik xa lüs wek wart üm üec. You have no idea what wait(s) for you You have no idea what’s waiting for you.
Üexli [mei?] enrüesch ü’ li sensch. Your (?) save you of here You’ll never get out of here.
Nyarlathotep + TST Fight
Eshe, meot Nyarlathotep, [ha’ θür’?] slieker. Eshe, meet Nyarlathotep, this Crawl(ing) Chaos[/Doom?] Eshe, meet Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos.
Eshe, ener’ sic schax... Eshe, my little pawn Eshe, my little pawn...
Xa θagen enes’ asat, i sensch en sra [dakrei?] üex! Not (?) my help, and here i will crush you You refused my help, and now I shall crush you!
Tierakau üexliau auka sensch ü’ [kesen?] enes’ hel (?)! Creature/beast you see here you is my true form The creature you see before you is my true form!
Üexliau schra kaxat... EMEXTA’! you will regret everything You will regret... EVERYTHING!
Wie kan het zei?! Xaaaaa~! how can this be? No How could this be?! Nooooo~!
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Paul Lahote Part 2
Don’t really know what to call this, but thanks for all the love on the last part. I’m gonna try and post weekly but I work a lot so no promises.
Warnings: Angst, lots of it. cussing, hints towards abuse.
After a few weeks went by things seemed to work themselves out between Jacob and Bella. I would drive out to Emily’s about once a week, Paul conveniently never being there. Which I was actually kinda glad about, although I felt eager to be around him, Jared told me about his anger issues so I think it’s better for me to steer clear of him until this eagerness goes away. Anger issues scare me. 
Jared and I have gotten close through these visits, always laughing at each other's sarcastic jokes and ending the night with an episode of New Girl. That was usually the time when everyone else bailed but I didn’t care, it gave Jared and I some hilarious inside jokes. No matter how close we got, our feelings for each other never grew past platonic, though I would rarely catch Sam giving Jared a look. It was never all knowing “when are you going to ask her out?” look, more of a “back off” look. But that could just be me reading into it too much, there is nothing. I am thinking too much. I’m just happy I finally made a friend of my own. 
One day when I arrived at Emily’s for dinner, there was a new face in the crowd. “Y/N! You’re here!” said Emily as I walked in. “Hey! This is for you. It’s a cake for later” I said, handing her the grocery bag in my hands. “Thank you, you didn’t have to do that. This is Seth, Harry’s son.” Emily pointed to the unfamiliar face. “Hi, I’m Y/N, Charlie Swan’s niece.” I introduced myself, but Seth just kind of stared at me, never saying a word. Jared’s laughing was what broke the silence. “What are you laughing at dick nose?” I asked, hoping not to embarrass Seth. “Nothing, just your ability to woo people” 
“Very funny, I don’t woo anyone, you’re imagining things. How Emily puts up with you is beyond me.”
“IT’S NOT WITHOUT GREAT DIFFICULTY” Emily yelled from the kitchen before walking towards us. “Paul isn’t going to show up again?” she added.
“Nope” Embry said “ Too stubborn for his own good, the dumbass”
“Hey, if he doesn’t want to meet me that’s fine. It’s none of my business.” I say, hoping to ease Emily’s thoughts, seeming it always bothers her when he doesn’t show up. 
We all seemed to move past it and dinner was great, as usual. “Hey, instead of New Girl do you want to take a walk? I’ll show you the hiking trails around here.” Jared asked me.
“Sounds great” I said with a smile.
“Can I join you guys?” Seth asks like a small child which made me have to suppress a giggle. Poor boy had been staring at me all night like a lost puppy, he was cute no doubt, but being 5 years younger than me was a deal breaker. 
“No, Jared has something important to explain to her. Remember?” Sam said like he was Seth’s father. He seemed to always be incharge of everything around these guys so that didn’t surprise me. I definitely wouldn’t call them a cult, but club would be a better term, seeming as a hierarchy was apparent. 
“Seth likes you” Jared said as soon as we walked out of the house. “Wow! Way to out your friend there! Remind me to never trust you with a secret. Plus you don’t know that for certain, he just met me.” I said and Jared laughed, but didn’t say anything back. No until we were pretty deep into the woods did I ask “So what is this thing Sam said you needed to show me?” 
“Well I wanted to try and explain it to you but I have a feeling you wouldn���t believe me.”
“Your sarcasm levels are like no other to be fair, so show me.”
“Ok” he said and stopped walking. “Just brace yourself and try not to panic. I promise I won’t hurt you ok?”
“Ok” I say, trying to do what he said.
I watched. Watched him take off his shoes. Watched him back up a few feet. Watched him start to shake. Just like Paul did that day Bella slapped him. Then I watched him turn into a wolf. I was stuck. Didn’t say or do anything. I couldn’t. Just continued to watch as this wolf trotted back into the woods. My brain was blank. No thoughts, words or actions came to mind. Everyone knows the fight or flight trauma responses, but not a lot of people talk about the third: freeze. 
Jared came back, this time a human. “You okay?”. I took a deep breath and said “I’m in need of explanation please” I remembered that he wasn’t going to hurt me. 
He explained the histories, Vampires, and why he spends most of his time with the “pack”. I listened, tried to take it all in and process the copious amounts of new information, but apparently I was too quiet for Jared. “Please say something” 
“I’m alright, surprised to say the least and will need some time to process everything. But I’m not mad I promise. Thank you for telling me everything.”
“Well, that actually is not all. We just figured it would be best to wait until you’re ok with this first.” 
“There is more? Please just tell me the rest, trust me, I process better with all the information.”
“Okay, well. We can hear each other's thoughts, we are 108 degrees, and we can imprint.”
“That’s why you never wear shirts… What’s imprinting?” 
“The best way I can describe it is soulmates. When we make eye contact with them, our whole world becomes this person and we will be and do anything for them. When we are apart it’s hell, getting rejected by an imprint can really fuck you up. Make you sick. No one has ever died from being seperated from an imprint but you might as well be.”
“That sounds intense. What does that have to do with me?” 
“Paul imprinted on you. And it scared him. Still does scare him because love was never something that he wanted. That’s why he won’t see you, he isn’t mad at you. He’s in love with you and his stubbornness is eating him alive. It wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t have to listen to his obsessive thoughts all the time.” 
“Hold on. Paul is my soulmate but he doesn't want me?”
“No, he wants you. He needs you, but he’s scared. We thought if we told you, you could convince-”
“You want me to try and convince my soulmate that he should be with me?... Fuck that. You dump all this crap on me and then tell me my own fucking soulmate doesn’t want me?!”
As if on cue, Paul came out of the woods “What did you do to her Jared? You hurt her?!”
“How do you know I’m in pain?”
“We feel our imprints' pain too” Jared added. 
“Oh! Perfect! So you can feel what you are doing to me asshole!” I couldn’t help but yell at Paul, I was overwhelmed to say the least. I’d never been so angry in my whole life. 
“What?”
“Jared didn’t hurt me, You did! What? You thought that I would be all sweet and understanding?! Awe my own fucking soulmate doesn’t want me-”
“No it’s no like that-”
“What is it? Am I not as pretty as you thought I would be? Well I can guarantee that you were not what I had in mind either you prick! In fact you are the last person I ever wanted. Oh great! Another egotistical asshole with anger issues to make me feel like shit all the time! Let me just take off my shoes so you can sweep me off my feet properly! I’m happy you got some practice keeping your distance from me. Now keep doing it! And don’t you dare think, even for a second, that you have any sort of claim over me. I’m out of here!”
Frustrated tears flowed down my face like a waterfall while my heart felt like it had died in my stomach and air was coming into my lungs but not my head. 
“Please don’t go. I had no idea you would feel this way. I can’t be separated from you anymore, I’ll go insane-”
“GOOD! Now fuck off!” I got into my car and slammed my door before Paul ran up to me window “Ok ok you can leave, just please let me drive you home. You shouldn’t be driving like this, and it’s dark. I promise I won’t say a word. Let Jared drive you! Anything.”
“Don’t tell me what to do!” My own stubbornness got the best of me and I drove away. Only this time I was dumb enough to look in the mirror to see Paul sobbing.
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Whipped Part 2: Summoned by the queen
Pairing: Jeno and May
Genre: friends to lovers au, smut, fluff, angst
Warnings: mentions of agressive/abusive guys, mentions of kinks, also, smut with oral (female receiving) and unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)
"We have a problem." Renjun said as he looked up from his breakfast of buttered toast.
"I know," Jeno sighed. "Jaemin and Y/N."
It wasn't them per se that was the problem. it was the fact that they had to get it on "every single fucking night" as Renjun put it, disturbing the peace and quiet in the house at a time when everyone was trying to sleep.
Ok, almost everyone.
"What problem?" Haechan asked, completely oblivious because he was always gaming with his noise cancelling headphones on.
"The noise problem." Jeno said. Haechan looked at him, forming an O with his mouth.
"We now know all of Jaemin's kinks," Renjun made a face. "One day he's in control, another day she's in control. And that daddy kink..."
"Stop!" Jeno covered his mouth. "I don't need to be reminded."
An evil grin appeared on Haechan's face.
"What about May?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at Jeno. "What kinks does she have?"
"None of your business," Jeno frowned.
"I heard she likes blowjobs." Renjun added, as Y/N came into the kitchen/dining area.
"Is she a spitter or a swallower? she asked.
"Can you guys just stop?" Jeno growled. "Stop talking about May that way.
The gang let out a series of "ooohs" but went silent as Jeno glared. He had enough of them, and grabbed his car keys, leaving the house.
His phone beeped as he got into his car. He unlocked it. It was May. They had been texting to and fro non stop for a few days now, and it was always light and flirty these days. He had to admit she was charming. And funny. And cute. With a nice ass. (He was an ass man) He could see why the losers behaved like idiots around her.
"What you up to?" she asked.
"Trying to escape my irritating housemates." he replied.
"Come over. My parents just left for a trip this morning and my housekeeper is off." she replied. "You still owe me that lickjob."
He grinned. He liked how direct she was. No games to be played.
The queen had summoned, and he was eager to make his way there.
She was wearing a pink robe when she greeted him at the door.
"My lady," he said, planting a kiss on her lips. She giggled.
"You may enter." she said, putting on a fake British accent.
He stepped in, but she was impatient, pulling him by the hand to her bedroom.
The room was fairly big, natural light let in by big windows that lined three sides of the room. It wasn't his first time there - he had been there with various friends before.
It was nicely furnished, and the walls were in earthy colours. There was a big bed in the center with lots of pillows on it and a large fluffy looking blanket.
On one side of the room was her computer where she played her games and did her assignments and on the other, her dressing table which she hardly used because of her distaste for too much make up. Next to it was a door that led to her walk in closet.
"Strip," she ordered. He complied, doing a little strip tease, his eyes never once leaving hers. She had a smirk on her face, clearly appreciating his muscular body.
"Like what you see?" he asked.
"Yes. Very much." she smiled, untying her robe, letting it slip to the floor. "What about you?"
Jeno pushed her down onto the bed, climbing on top of her, eyes dark and breathe heavy.
"What do you think?" he asked, before cupping her face in his hands and kissing her passionately, . Her lips were soft and smelled of cherry chapstick. Their tongues engaged in combat, pushing and flicking against each other.
She responded with a contented sigh.
"You're a good kisser, Jeno." she said coyly when their lips finally seperated.
"So are you." he said, voice now low and husky. Slowly, he left a trail of kisses down her neck, to her chest. He felt her squirm beneath him.
"Hush," he said, touching his finger to her lips. "Let me do the work. I want you to just lie back and enjoy this."
She nodded, smiling. He resumed his kisses, taking one of her nipples in his mouth while playing with the other. He heard her gasp. Smiling to himself, he gave her nipple a little nibble and she let out a moan.
"Don't stop, Jeno." she begged.
He continued teasing her nipples, moving his mouth from one to the other. Her moans were making him hard. There was nothing more he wanted now than to fuck her. But he wanted her to have as much pleasure as possible too.
Slowly he left kisses on her stomach, and then her thighs. He could smell her arousal, and saw that her core was glistening.
"You're wet." he chuckled.
"Stop teasing and do your work." she said.
He wasted no time, flicking his tongue over her clit. She squealed. Spreading her open, he spent time exploring her folds with his mouth, slowly but meticulously, until she was thrashing against him. He pushed two fingers into her, thrusting it in and out, quickening his tongue.
From her cries he was sure she was close. He pushed a third finger in. And that was it. She came, grabbing his head against her core, and he lapped up as much as he could.
He slowly made his way up as she came down from her high, and he took her in his arms.
"Thanks," she said, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. He stroked her back.
Silence.
Then she felt her hand reach for his cock.
Slowly, she stroked it. It was already hard and ready and oozing precum, but with her expert hands, he felt like he could come any moment.
She made her way down.
"Stop," he said, gabbing her by the shoulders. She looked at him questioningly.
"Forget the blowjob. I want you to ride me," he begged. She giggled, climbing on top of him, impaling herself on his large member.
He was shocked. She was tight. And very warm.
"Oh my goodness." he said as she started to move.
"What?" she asked.
"You feel so good." he grabbed her face and kissed her again.
She moved her hips and he felt like he could come any moment. But he wanted to last for her. Holding onto her waist, he supported her, making her ride less tiring, and played with her nipples as her breasts bounced.
The sounds of skin slapping on skin filled the air, as both Jeno and May moaned and panted in pleasure.
"Baby, I'm close." he said.
"Come for me!" she gasped.
"No, I want you to come first." he said. "I won't come until you come again."
She nodded, intensifying her speed, her moans getting louder. He reached for her clit, rubbing her. She stiffened, letting out a cry and calling his name as she came. As he felt her tighten around him, he came too, holding her tight.
Slowly, she got off him, and settled in his arms.
"I love you," he muttered, kissing her forehead.
He only realised what he had said when her eyes grew huge with horror.
"As a friend!" he said quickly. "I love you as a friend! I don't do relationships, remember?"
Her faced relaxed. He realised how close he was to getting thrown out of her house.
“Thank you, my loyal subject” she said, in her fake British accent, before snuggled back in his arms.
The next few days were a blur. All he could do was think about her. They continued to text each other, teasing and flirting with each other. He wanted to ask to see her again, but he didn't want to be too aggressive with her after the amount of aggression she had to put up with from other guys.
A couple of times they video called and had video sex. But she never asked to see him again. He wasn't sure what to do.
He couldn't talk to any of his friends about it, they would only tease him. He tried going for long runs, but while running he still thought about her too. Her soft mouth, her tongue, her moans. Everytime he thought about her he was turned on. It didn't help that night after night he had to listen to Jaemin and Y/N. It made him want to see May even more.
Then one night, he got a call from her.
"Can you come pick me up? I'm at the frat house." she said. She didn't sound good, and he rushed as soon as he could to the frat house.
He found her sitting at the stairs leading up to the entrace of the house, looking lost and distracted.
"Are you ok?" he asked, throwing his jacket around her as she was shivering.
"Drive me home," she said.
He tried to ask her what had happened, but she wouldn't say anything. The entire ride was silent.
"Thanks," she said, when they finally arrived at her place.
"Tell me what happened." he pleaded.
"I was studying with two of the guys from the frat, and they tried to be funny with me. When i said no, they said i had no right to be picky cos i was the campus whore. And they asled me to leave." she said, refusing to look at him.
Jeno punched his steering wheel in anger.
"Why didn't you tell me just now? I would have..."
"Would have what, Jeno? Beat them up? You're one, they're two. Who's going to end up with a broken jaw?"
He tried to hug her. She pushed him away.
"Don't touch me, please." she said.
"I'm sorry."
Silence.
"I'll be fine." she said, getting out of the car as he watched helplessly.
"Can i come in? We could hang out. I won't touch you." he said, not wanting to leave.
"I think you need to be careful about hanging around me too much," she said. "You don't want them to talk about how you're hanging out with the campus whore."
He tried to protest, but she had already ran into her house, slamming the door behind her.
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A Rose Made of Chains Ch 1
a/n Thanks for the 50 followers everyone! Keep sending us feedback and requests. 
As promised here is chapter 1. Monday (tomorrow) night I’ll be publishing chapter 2 and then chapter 3 on Tuesday night. More info shortly but when we hit another milestone I’ll be publishing chapters 4-6. 
Once again, thank you so much for the support! We never thought that we’d get this much appreciation from everyone. Hope you enjoy!
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Teaser   Ch 2    Ch 3
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Kurapika (aged up) x Reader x Chrollo 
Soulmate AU where you can find your soulmate through matching soulmarks. 
Chapter 1
The rocking of the dingy boat made it hard for you to stand, but you did so nonetheless. Bitter water and a nervous type of air had taken over your senses. Your determination to get to the exam had forced you to ignore the wobbling of your legs ad you pushed yourself even further to get to the wheelhouse. When you had finally reached it, you noticed a small kid and two others also struggling to stay on their feet as the storm raged on. You had smiled queasily at the tall man with glasses. You don’t remember much during that moment, at least, not until the blonde passenger began a passionate speech. You tuned most of it out until you saw those glowing scarlet eyes, filled with fiery rage and fervor. Those eyes that haunt your dreams and still stick with you even now. You remember looking deep into that vermillion and knowing exactly who the blonde was in that moment. After his dramatic reveal, you yourself had quietly taken out your contacts and looked at him with a matching passion. In that moment, the two of you knew you were destined to be together, two survivors on the hunt for vengeance. 
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The exam itself wasn’t too rough for you. You and the blonde Kurta, who had later told you that his name was Kurapika, had shared stories as you ran together through the first phase with ease. You had learned that he had been the lone survivor of the massacre. He listened intently when you informed him that you weren’t fully part of the clan, but rather that your father had been and you were raised to be a hunter with your mother far away from the Lukso Province. At that time, you were still hesitant to tell him about your home life, wanting to only listen to him and memorize how he looked in case he was also taken from you. You had always believed yourself to be unlucky for inheriting the scarlet eyes. You had viewed it as a mark of death and a hideous trait from your father, as it had been drilled into your head for the past five years. You had confided in Kurapika about this self hatred, sobbing softly at the thought of you and your family being hunted down for them. You hoped these words wouldn't be intense enough for him to leave you too. When the both of you had reached the end of the tunnel, he had pulled you in close and told you that nothing was more important to him than protecting you, the last member of his clan. You remember how passionate he was with this promise, nuzzling his face into your hair. The rose surrounded by chains inked onto his wrist, the one that was also on your body, had gone unnoticed by you. 
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The second phase of the exam was when you truly began bonding with Kurapika’s companions. Your initial wariness, that his friends had initially interpreted as aloofness, began fading away as you took on a more helpful role for them, a role which would later turn into a sisterly one. After the examiner had let you all loose in the forest, you had quickly joined up again with the blonde Kurta, while also going with the people who were on the boat with you. The green haired boy named Gon and the tall man named Leorio stuck close as you led them through the foggy swamp. Through your trek, you had learned more about who they were and in that time you vowed to yourself that you would protect the young boy and try to help him on his quest to becoming a hunter. His demeanor and passion was something you admired and wished to see more of. You remember how in that trek, your small party had come across the magician named Hisoka that Kurapika had initially told you to be wary of before the exam had even started. You were all crouching and watching as the red haired man ruthlessly slaughtered a capable group of examinees. The rest of what happened was a little blurry to you, but you remember your anger when the magician had smirked at you and told you how ravishing you looked and in that moment you had chosen to fight. It had ended rather quickly, his combat skills were much better than you could have ever imagined. Somehow he had still managed to flirt with you while you and Gon tried to attack. You attributed your flushed red face to the fight rather than some of the steamy words he had whispered before tossing you to the ground. Hisoka had easily taken out Leorio but happily said that your group had passed, whatever that meant. The atmosphere was uncomfortable to say the least as you and your companion continued on your way. You and Gon successfully met up again with Kurapika and Gon’s white haired friend from the first phase. Kurapika had quietly asked if you were okay as he tended to a minor wound on your arm. You fondly remember the concentration on his face as you reassured him of your safety, no one you had ever met showed you this type of warmth before. That moment was when you had realized that you cared deeply for him. 
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The rest of the exam had been fairly unmemorable. There was a whole struggle with the gourmet hunters, but you had powered through with Kurapika at your side, as usual. The third phase was unfortunately when you and your new friends had gotten separated. The five of you had lined up on the tiles at the top of trick tower and jumped in. You didn’t know what happened to your companions, but you recognized the urgency of passing the phase and went down the dark hallway alone. You recall the surprise of meeting up with Hisoka during the test, teaming up to brave the last part of the tower together. The two of you ended up successfully being the first and second people to pass, with days left to spare. As the hours passed with you and the magician  wordlessly sitting together in silence, you couldn’t help but think of what Kurapika and the rest of the boys were doing right now. Your anxiety only increased when other examinees continued coming through and the blonde was still nowhere in sight. 
“Darling, what’s got you looking so stressed. Your eyebrows are too crinkled,” Hisoka had interrupted your endlessly running fearful thoughts about 50 hours into the exam. You only sighed and ignored him. “You know, we make an incredible team. I’d love to truly fight you one day. You have this certain aura that I would just love to break” he continued and licked his lips, looking down on you with eyes of pure malice. 
“I’ve got a delicious idea that could tire you out easily,” the man grinned with mischief and scooted closer to you. You glared at him in response, frantically trying to push him away. He chuckles at your pitiful attempt, but leaves you be for now. 
“Thanks for the concern, I guess. I’m just tired and I can’t seem to fall asleep.” you mumbled and fiddled with your hands. You wished that Kurapika were with you, his presence somehow always filled you with ease. 
It was down to the wire, when your hope ran out and you had accepted that your companions would not pass this phase. Sighing you went to Hisoka for a conversation, at this point he was the only person you knew since everybody else around you filled you with uncertainty. It was at that moment that your four companions and some other guy burst into the clearing at the last possible second. You grinned and waved at Kurapika, but he wasn’t looking at you. Instead, he was glaring daggers at Hisoka, who had put his hand on your waist when you hadn’t noticed. You shrugged him off and gave the blonde teen the warmest of smiles. You hoped that it made his heart melt, he had seemed cold after you two had been seperated. 
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Zevil Island was unbearably hot. The whole area was much too warm for your liking. It was almost off putting how hot it was, a sharp contrast to the freezing cold demeanors of your fellow examinees. As you got off the boat, Gon had smiled and congratulated you on coming in second.  This meant that you were one of the first to get off the boat and begin the trial. Kurapika looked far away as you had told him how you planned to stick by his side this time. He nodded solemnly as you told him that you would be off first so you would find him when he started. You had hidden in a tree and waited hours for him to finally get there. You remember grinning and how that instantly put him in a less tense position after you had jumped down and surprised him. You hoped that his ease with you was a sign that he cared about you too. Fortunately, neither of you had a target you knew, so you had both got your buttons fairly quickly, the two of you truly being excellent partners. The rest of the test was spent helping Leorio again, as the two of you powered through together, back to your friendly dynamic. You treasured how he said he wouldn’t let you out of his sight again. With that phase over, and all of you at rest before the final phase, you saw it fit to bring up soulmates with Kurapika. 
“Kurapika! How are you.” You caught him as he was pacing the area in front of his room. 
“Huh? Oh, hey Y/N,” he had grinned with surprise at seeing you, “do you want to go on a walk with me?” His invitation made your cheeks flush red, but you gave an enthusiastic yes and followed him. You talked about meaningless things like music taste at first, then your ambitions, your thoughts on the future, and then finally you brought up the one subject you were anxious about covering. You were beginning to have a suspicion that the blonde was your soulmate. The two of you had just gotten along so perfectly. It seemed like fate intervening when you two had met on that boat and he had revealed his identity. You hoped that it would be him who you’d spend your life with. He was so intelligent and calm. Not to mention, also incredibly attractive. You weren’t too sure how to ask him if he had a soulmate. Your own soulmark was inked onto your thigh, a place that made it hard for others to be able to identify you as their own soulmate. The placement made it much easier to pass off as someone without a soulmate. It was common for people not to have a soulmate now. In fact, it was also a common occurrence for people to lose their soulmate and then their mark would disappear. There were also terrible people in this world who would leave their soulmates, not everyone had a happily ever after and you were especially aware of this, your own parents being a soulmate couple that split up. The concept of a soulmate was once incredibly appealing to you as you grew up, but the more pain you saw in the world the more you gave up on the dream of a perfect partner determined by fate.  Yet you silently prayed to whatever God that was listening for his mark to be a blooming rose being wrapped up by heavy chains. 
“So, what are your thoughts about soulmates?” you inquired casually. He looked at you with a slightly surprised smile before answering, 
“I think it’s definitely an interesting concept. I want to find someone one day. The idea of a person matching and completing my soul is so fulfilling. But it would be too much of a danger for me to have a soulmate right now. I want to meet them later, after I’ve done what I need to do. I just can’t have them be with me, it wouldn’t be fair to them,” he stated seriously, “what about you?” Those few words promptly break your heart. If you were his soulmate, you promised yourself in that instance to hold strong and wait for him. His heart is too heavy right now to take on the burden of you. 
You sit next to him in silence for a bit, unsure of how to answer him, so instead you ask “What’s your soulmark,” breaking the awkwardness. He smiles and shows his wrist  to you. In sharp contrast to his pale skin you see black and red marking his left wrist. A crimson rose encased in black chains, it matches yours perfectly. Your stomach drops. You don’t want to seem suspicious so you run your fingers lightly over his delicate skin and smile, you compliment the design and tell him how lucky he is.  
“Y/N, can I see your soulmark” he had asked so sweetly and looked at you with the soft smoky eyes you had begun to love. 
“I actually don’t have one,” you grin, trying to hide your pained words. It hurt you more than anything to lie to him, to have to see his small amount of joy dissipate. It’s all for the best you think to yourself. Someone as perfect as him shouldn’t have to weigh himself down with someone like me. You smile softly again and change the topic before wishing him a goodnight.  
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Passing the hunter exam and gaining your license didn’t fill you with as much excitement as you expected it to. You felt bad for Gon, seeing as his friend didn’t pass. You liked the green haired boy quite a bit and wanted to help him the best you could. So when your soulmate said that he was going to go off on his own and earn money for the auction, you decided in that moment that it was time for you two to part. You wanted to help Gon find Killua and you needed some time without Kurapika so that you could think of your own future. You told him this but not without a vow to see him again. 
“I promise that I’ll see you again” you declared with angry resolve. Kurapika smiles softly and places a light kiss on your forehead. You sigh and interlocked your fingers with his for one last time. 
“As do I,” he replied, backing away and waving to you and your travel companions. You were going to fight tooth and nail to see him again in York New City.
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Icy water splashed across your frail sleeping form. You sharply gasp as the frigid splash wakes you from your dreams about the past. You don’t know how long you’ve been here or even where you are. You let out another sharp yelp in pain when a blade as quick as light rips the skin on your barely healed cheek apart. It always starts like this. A man comes in and jolts you awake, then he reopens the wounds from when they took you, before implementing some new form of injury. The last form of torture is always expected in your day and you weren’t sure in the first few sessions, but in all of them the same dark figure stood behind in the shadows. Watching but never saying anything. You were in agony at the end of every day, but your decisiveness remained the same each time. At the end of these sessions your torturer would ask if you wanted to join his group, you would let out a snarky reply saying no, then he would leave you in darkness for several days before coming back and starting it all over again. However, your resolve was becoming shorter and shorter with each passing day. You didn’t know if your friends even knew you were here. You were starting to believe that no one was coming to save you, no happy ending in sight. All you want is to see your blonde soulmate one last time. The dark quickly closes in again as the door closes shut, leaving you to your dream like state again. 
a/n Chrollo in the next chapter, I promise. Please leave some feedback, as this is my first chapter fic. Anyways hope you enjoyed, Ch 2 out tomorrow!
~Happy Holidays!~
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burnedbyshoto · 4 years
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m a s t e r l i s t (n - z)
updated: 9/27/2020
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▹ - sfw
▸ - nsfw
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notes: this list is put in alphabetical order by last name and then from oldest to most recent fic. please do not judge any of the older pieces too harshly as they were pretty bad! as of january 2020, drabbles will no longer be added to masterlist.
this is the masterlist for characters with last names n - z
masterlist for characters with last names a - m
do not repost any of my fics without permission.
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sero hanta
▸ pocky challenge — kinktober day 10 (scenario)
▸▹ alphabet hc’s — nsfw and sfw alphabet (hc)
▹ colors — you can see peoples colorful auras (scenario)
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shigaraki tomura
▹ kitty cat — shigaraki is a cat hybrid with a rash (hc)
▸ ready player one — kinktober day 5 (scenario)
▸ ahegao face — his reaction to your ahegao face (drabble)
▸ power — you were known to bring powerful men to their knees (scenario)
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shindou yo
▸ twice — kinktober day 30 (drabble)
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shinsou hitoshi
▸ cat lingerie — shinsou catches you in cat shaped lingerie (hc)
▹ ignored — in which he doesn’t acknowledge you anymore (drabble)
▹ don’t do this — being a hero means making hard calls (drabble)
▹ blood — please don’t close your eyes (drabble)
▸ torture threesome — in which shinsou is your third with bakugou (drabble)
▹ soulmate shit — you two just can’t be seperated can you (drabble)
▸ fantasy — you’re hot and you flaunt it (drabble)
▹ heartbreak — shinsou’s hiding a secret from you (drabble)
▸ here, kitty, kitty — kinktober day 9 (scenario)
▸ trust — kinktober day 25 (scenario)
▸ dom!shinsou — what’s he into when he doms (hc)
▸ orgies — more todobakukiri now with shinsou action (hc)
▸ scarves — using a capturing weapon in bed is a thing (drabble)
▹ study dates — studying with shinsou is always a trip (drabble)
▹ distractions — you can never focus when you study with him (drabble)
▸ jealous — when men touch you, shinsou gets jealous (drabble)
▸ sensei — being a pro hero means having a will of steel, too bad for shinsou that will of steel has one major kryptonite: a schoolgirls skirt. (scenario)
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takami keigo (hawks)
▸ situational — you two are stuck together and tension rises (drabble)
▹ phoenix — you have a quirk that gives you the hero name phoenix (hc)
▸ caught in the act — kinktober day 15 (scenario)
▸ heats — how takami is during his heats (drabble)
▸ his ahegao — you react to his ahegao face (hc)
▸ ahegao face — takami reacts to your ahegao face (hc)
▸ overstimulation — how he overstimulates you (hc)
▸▹ alphabet hc’s — nsfw and sfw alphabet (hc)
▸ booty — slap his ass (drabble)
▸ dorm room — in which takami sneaks into your dorm room (drabble)
▹ asexual — he finds out you’re asexual (hc)
▸▹ dating — hc’s for dating takami (hc)
▹ because I love you — he broke up with you to save you, but he still wants you (scenario)
▹ frosting mishaps — baking with takami is disastrous as always (scenario)
▹ do you trust me — will you take the birds hand or die? (drabble)
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takeyama yu (mt. lady)
▸ lingerie dreams — kinktober day 21 (scenario)
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todoroki enji (endeavor)
▸ seven — rich and powerful men can marry seven different women in a wild attempt to produce the perfect heir. todoroki enji is one of these powerful men, and you’re his seventh bride. (scenario)
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todoroki touya dabi
▹ stronger than you — dabi is a dad now and his son is just like him (scenario)
▸ dominate him — you’re a lady in the sheets and a freak in the sheets (hc)
▸ werewolf lover — they’re horny and you’re asexual (hc)
▹ stay in bed — dabi doesn’t want to let you go in the morning (drabble)
▹ wedding date — youre desperate for a date, and dabi wants a kiss (drabble)
▸ louder — make dabi a subby bitch (hc)
▹ 2 am call — you need dabi at two in the morning (drabble)
▹ laughter — dabi’s laugh is not cute but thats okay (drabble)
▸ scream my name — dabi won’t stop until you’re screaming (drabble)
▸ add another — how many fingers will fit in you (drabble)
▸ blindfolds — with no sight you sit and wait (drabble)
▹ glass doors — you run into a glass door (drabble)
▸ no boundaries — dabi will fuck you anywhere no matter the mood (drabble)
▹ you missed — getting stuck in a closet is always weird (drabble)
▸ 4 times dabi wanted you; 1 time he got you — kinktober day 1 (scenario)
▸ piercings — what piercings does he have? (hc)
▸ ahegao face — dabi reacts to your ahegao face (hc)
▸ size — dabi with a size kink (hc)
▹ happy birthday — sometimes dabi just needs a hug (drabble)
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todoroki natsuo
▹ todoroki-sensei — todoroki natsuo is an esteemed trauma surgeon, and you’re the volunteer that won’t leave his mind (scenario)
▸ study breaks — natsuo needs a break and you’ll give him one (drabble)
▸ mamihlapinatapai — mamihlapinatapai: the wordless yet meaningful look shared by two people who desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to start. (scenario)
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todoroki shouto
▹ strawberry milk and watermelon seeds — first piece on tumblr (scenario)
▹ childhood lover — going from childhood friends to lovers (hc)
▹ seven days late -  part two— shouto leaves for seven days and has nothing to say for it (scenario) 
▹ sleeping — how the two of you sleep together (hc)
▹ not ready — shouto reveals the horrors of his childhood (scenario)
▹ welcome home: the series — part one  part two  part three  part four  part five the adventures of your family with shouto and your baby, kaito. (scenarios)
▹ captured — in which youre captured by villains and chaos starts (hc)
▸ and they were roommates: the series — part one  part two  part three modern!au. there are many issues when getting a new roommate. you just never expected your issue would be fucking your hot roommate every chance you had (scenario)
▹ i love you? — shouto realizes he’s in love with you and needs help (hc)
▹ lip synch queen — you enjoy lip synching songs to shouto (hc)
▹ I think I’m pregnant — you believe you’re pregnant with your ex’s baby (hc)
▹ meeting the todorokis — shouto introduces you to his family finally (scenario)
▹ concerts and songs — shouto takes you on a date to a concert (scenario)
▹ staying home — you like to stay home and thats okay (scenario)
▸ I hate you - part two — shouto is a villain and you’re the one he’s after (scenario)
▹ gone for too long — long distance relationships suck sometimes (scenario)
▹ hollow — youre an assassian; shouto is your target (hc)
▸ dominate him — you’re a lady in the sheets and a freak in the sheets (hc)
▸ my girl — jealous lovers and work don’t mix (scenario) part two
▹ drinks — shouto is upset and you are on the receiving end (drabble)
▹ confessions — you’re dying and you have to confess (drabble)
▹ come back — shouto doesn’t want to leave the bed (drabble)
▸ fuckboy — in which shouto is a fuckboy and you’re his target (drabble)
▹ dumbass — you threaten shouto with a good time (drabble)
▹ you never came — shouto never shows up to a date (drabble)
▹ apologies — shouto apologizes for being mean (drabble)
▹ hold me — shouto’s quirks come in handy to keep warm or cold (drabble)
▹ what’s happening — shouto bangs his head really hard (drabble)
▸ broken hopes — makeup sex is bittersweet (drabble)
▸ dirty talk — you help shouto improve his dirty talk (drabble)
▸ spring showers — bodies slick with rain, lips dancing with passion (oneshot)
▹ sickness and affliction — shouto burns you (scenario)         part two  alt ending  actual fluff ending
▹ believe in me — all you want is for shouto to believe in you the same way he believes in momo (scenario)
▸ body swap — you trade bodies with shouto, hormones ensue (drabble)
▸ shut up — shouto fucks you on the common room couch (drabble)
▹ tsundere — you’re a bit of a tsundere (hc)
▹ done — theres always bitterness in cheating (drabble)
▹ my heart — shouto is a fighter and youre the girl who cant watch him dance with death anymore (drabble)
▸ like ice — you’re as cold as ice and shouto has to warm you up ;) (scenario)
▹ cupcakes — you make cupcakes with shouto (hc)
▹ gone — youre gone and shouto is not okay (drabble)
▹ drinking — you get drunk with shouto (hc)
▹ phoenix — you have a quirk that gives you the hero name phoenix (hc)
▸ awaken — kinktober day 4 (scenario)
▹ faint — you wont let shouto die, not now (drabble)
▹ trust me — kissing a pretty girl is always a good distraction (drabble)
▸ orders — shouto orders you to touch yourself (drabble)
▹ ships — you make a cardboard ship with shouto (drabble)
▹ because of you — shouto gives a lovely speech about you (scenario)
▸ attraction — kinktober day 27 (scenario)
▸ sugar daddy — shouto as your sugar daddy (hc)
▹ of love and flowers — you’re in love with shouto, but is it a tragedy? (scenario)
▸ usagi and hito — kinktober day 31 (scenario)
▸ foursome — todobakukiri foursome (hc)
▸ sub — how he is as a sub (hc)
▸ ahegao face — how he reacts to your ahegao face (hc)
▸ orgies — more todobakukiri now with shinsou action (hc)
▹ happiness: the series — soulmates have the name of their other half inked on their wrists on the youngest eighteenth birthday, but why is yours rejecting you?            happiness part one  bravado part two  amelioration part three
▸▹ alphabet hc’s — nsfw and sfw alphabet (hc)
▹ marshmallow kisses — roasting marshmallows with shouto (scenario)
▹ fools — shouto is in love with you, but no one wants to confess (scenario)
▸ bathtub memories — you masturbate to an old memory (scenario)
▸ under the mistletoe — the mistletoe tradition is known by all, and if used correctly it can end in a sweet moment. too bad shouto believes that people fuck under the mistletoe and not kiss under it.
▹ distractions — you can never focus when you study with him (drabble)
▹ tortillas — you use shouto to make tortillas (drabble)
▹ writers block — you have writers block and shouto comforts you (scenario)
▹ replacement — momo dies and you and shouto try healing together (scenario)             renewed part two
▹ love letters — shouto writes a letter for every day the two of you are together (scenario)
▹ fifteen kisses — fourteen different kisses you give shouto; the one different kiss he gives you (scenario)
▹ exchange — shouto would do anything for you, even dying for you (drabble)
▸ desperate — shouto takes teasing to the extreme (drabble)
▹ too late — shoutos realization is too late (drabble)
▸ please leave — you wake up to see pro heroes shouto and ground zero naked in your bedroom (drabble)
▸ house sitting & concupcience — in which Endeavor asks Shouto for a favor, and Shouto decides to take his payment by fucking you on his bed. 
▸ winner takes it all — shouto wins a contest where the grand prize is getting to have you sit on his face.
▹ memories — shouto loses his memories, and you can’t do anything but watch as your world falls apart.
▸ wall fucks — shouto fucks you against a wall in endeavors agency.
▸ seven minutes — shouto signs up to have anonymous sex; you’re the lucky bitch who gets him. 
▹ a brush of luck — in a world where soulmates exist you can communicate yours with a brush of a pen. It just doesn’t help that you are a certified idiot with a skill in misplacing things. 
▸ forehead fantasies — you can’t help but fantasize on your boyfriend’s forehead that always remains hidden.  
▹ pay attention to me — you want shouto’s attention, but he’s a bit too occupied with trivial things. 
▹ shallow or deep — “why would you want a guy with such a large and disgusting burn?” he whispered, his tone thoroughly rejected, broken. it was then that it hit you: did he think he wasn’t good enough for you?
▹ model-worthy — sleepy mornings in with shouto.
▸ deception — “don’t you see what he’s doing to you?! he’s hurt you way more than what’s acceptable in a sparring march! you’re bruised and hurting, and he sure as hell doesn’t seem to care that this is the state he’s left you in.” — or in which, hawks manipulates how you view your boyfriend, shouto.
▸ aphrodite — “aphrodite is just a stage name, but the persona is still you. you might be a total dork, but the person you think you present has always been apart of you.” — or, in which pro hero shouto falls in love with a dominatrix cam girl, only to find out that she’s quite a weirdo in real life.
▹ eternal love — a simple love story between a tattoo artist and a flower shop owner.
▸ taoreta — the world is in ruins, but there’s beauty in everything. shouto is reminded of that when he crosses paths with a survivor who kisses him at the first meeting. 
▹ strawberry milk and strawberry milk (rewritten) — how to get through the worst summer heat: have a sweet drink, eat sweet fruit, and have someone with the sweetest kiss around.
▹ before you go — before you go, tell me this meant something to you.
▸ hole in the wall — in a party for the ages, Shouto comes across a room with holes in the wall that has him coming back for more. 
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togata mirio
▸ teasing — touching yourself means teasing mirio (drabble)
▹ dead — you died and now mirio can’t live (drabble)
▸ until the last one comes — kinktober day 7 (scenario)
▸ ahegao face — how he reacts to your ahegao face (hc)
▹ sunflower — mirio tries figuring out a nickname for you (oneshot)
▸ the big three — they want you (hc)
▹ asexual — he finds out you’re asexual (hc)
▸ itadakimasu — mirio always says one thing before eating, yes that includes you (drabble)
▸ doggy style — mirio fucks you good (hc)
▹ christmas morning — mirio gives you a wonderful christmas morning (scenario)
▸ unbreakable — mirios afraid to hurt you, but you want more (drabble)
▹ soulmates — soulmates don’t exist, but mirio thinks youre his (drabble)
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toyomitsu taishiro (fatgum)
▸▹ alphabet hc’s — nsfw and sfw alphabet (hc)
▹ mornings after — taishiro always knows how to make mornings the best
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uraraka ochako
▸▹ villain uraraka hc’s — nsfw and sfw alphabet (hc) 
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usagiyama rumi
▹ that final phone call — miruko is one tough rabbit, but eventually even the toughest of people need a helping hand. (scenario)
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utsushimi camie
▹ home for the holidays — camie meets your family (scenario)
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yagi toshinori (all might)
▹ years — youre sir’s sister who was in love with all might for years (drabble)
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yamada hizashi
▹ back off — even aizawa is prone to jealousy (scenario)
▹ ice skating — you go on an ice skating date with hizashi (scenario)
▹ swimsuit tops — losing your bikini top is never a good memory (scenario)
▹ sweater — you lost you sweater, you wonders who has it (drabble)
▹ laughter — hizashi has never heard you laugh before (drabble)
▹ under the mistletoe — holidays are for lovers, and you’re married (scenario)
▸ sexy times — just some headcanons (hc)
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yaoyorozu momo
▸ never have I ever — kinktober day 11 (scenario)
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yoarashi inasa
▹ passion, passion, and more passion — childhood friends to lovers (hc)
▸ too hot — you play a game where you’re only allowed to kiss (drabble)
▹ laughter — inasa’s laughter is loud and contagious and you love it (drabble)
▸ sensitive — inasa exploits your sensitive nipples (drabble)
▹ pounce! — inasa jumps on you (drabble)
▹ stay warm — please don’t pass out, please don’t... (drabble)
▸ fantasy — you make his wildest dream come true (drabble)
▸ bday fun — you let inasa have fun on his birthday (drabble)
▸ high sex — high sex with inasa includes (hc)
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tsukishimacanrailme · 3 years
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Don’t be so sour, dough
(part 1)
pairing: miya osamu x baker!reader
warnings: bad writing maybe idk  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
word count: 2k (huh)
It’s a Tuesday evening when a rowdy crowd of grown men enter your family's bake shop and it’s only two minutes later when an even bigger crowd of people flocked around the entrance; phones out and cameras flashing. Though the bake shop was popular, it didn’t usually have a wave of people come in near 2:00pm. 
Peeking out from behind the counter to the mass of people, you raise your eyebrow.
“Sorry about that,” someone spoke. “They’re probably here because of us.”
With a laugh, you turn back at the group of, by the looks of it, 8 people. One of them, the one with bright orange hair, was eyeing the supply of melonpan through the glass in awe. The rest were taking peeks of the bread supply, searching through for what they wanted.
“It’s all good. Not much to do around here anyways,” you smile, “What can I get for you all today?”
“Ah! I want the one with the custard filling!” a man with white hair yelled, bounding up excitedly to the counter. “Omi-kun wants one too!” 
The man, ‘Omi-kun’, you guessed, nodded his head. “Seperate bags, please.”
As you reached into the display to grab the two pastries, another man spoke up, “Sho-kun and I want the melonpan.” he smiled politely while you slid the bags on the countertop toward the group. The orange haired man nodded excitedly in response. 
“Anything else?” you spoke, looking back at them. 
A blonde man walked up to the front, “Uh, anything you recommend? I’m not good at this kind of thing.” 
“I like the brioche myself. It’s a type of french bread. Would you like to try some?” you ask. 
The man shook his head, “Ah, it’s not for me. It’s for a person who likes any food, really. But I’m sure he would like to try the uh,” he blanched. 
“Brioche,” you supply.
He nodded this time, “Yeah that.”
Grabbing the bread with a pair of tongs, you stuffed a slice into a paper bag and slid it across the glass display towards him. 
“Will that be all?”
The tallest man of the group looked around and stepped forward, “It’s on me guys,”
The group cheered from behind him.
                                                       ~~~~~~~
A day later, the white haired man returned, this time tugging along a man with glasses. They both plopped themselves in line behind the old woman who you were currently ringing up. 
“Hello again,” you smiled, waving goodbye to the woman, “back for more?”
“Mhm! Your custard bread was so good I had to get more while I’m still in town.” he smiled excitedly, pulling the man behind him forward. “I also want this guy to try it.”
The man with glasses bowed his head, “Good morning,”
“So will that be two pieces of the custard bread then?” you say, reaching into the display with a pair of tongs. 
“Make it four please! Oh, Akaashi, Sho-kun says that the melonpan is to die for. Can we get that too?” 
“Of course Bokuto-san,” He nodded. 
You smile as the two interact, placing the bags of pastries on the counter in front of you. “That will be $17.50.” 
The man, Akaashi places twenty dollars in front of you. “Keep the change. Atsumu-san said that this place is worth his brother's praise. I have high expectations.”
Bokuto spoke up, “He’s the blonde man from yesterday!” 
“Ah,” You nod, “that’s good then. I baked the brioche myself.”
Bokuto’s eyes widened, “You should check out his store sometime! It’s called Onigiri Miya, it’s like 10 minutes away from here. If you like onigiri, he's definitely your best bet. Right Akaashi?”
Akaashi nodded but paused when he looked behind him, “Bokuto-san, we’re holding up the line,” he said, collecting the bags. “Have a good day.” he smiled.
“Bye,” Bokuto waved, “I’ll be back in like three weeks!” he called walking out the door.
                                                        ~~~~~~~
It was only after your shift had ended when you found enough time to look up Onigiri Miya. Sendai wasn’t the biggest of places so it wasn’t a surprise when it was only 12 minutes away from your family based shop. Picking up your phone from the console of your car, you dialed a friend.
“Hello?” they answered on the third ring. 
“Hey,” you call, “have you ever heard of a place called Onigiri Miya?”
They hummed from across the line, “Oh yeah, I love that place. It’s like right next door to the paint store I used to work at. I used to go there all the time after my night shifts. It’s open from like, 8:00am-9:00pm. Why?”
“Well, these two customers came in today and recommended it. Pretty sure the owner is a close friend or something. Is it really that good?” You said, starting your car. 
“Yeah, it’s super good actually. Really great prices too. Actually, since it's like 8:19pm we could totally meet up and go there right now. See how good it is for yourself.”
“Actually that’s not a bad idea. Meet you in fifteen?” 
“Of course.”
Twelve minutes later, you were parked in front of the establishment, waiting for your friend to pull in. Two minutes later though, they knocked on your window and the two of you headed inside. 
As soon as the bell above the door chimed, a voice came, “Welcome in! I’ll be up there in a second.” 
“Ah, I think you would like the okaka onigiri. It’s the first thing I got when I was trying this place out.” They said. 
You hummed in recognition as a man walks out from the kitchen in the back and up to the counter. He really did look like his brother. 
“Sorry about that, how can I help you guys today?” He spoke, smiling politely.
“It’s all good Osamu-kun. I’ll take two salmon onigiri and my friend here will take the okaka onigiri.” they spoke.
“All right then. It’ll be out in about 10 minutes or-” The bell from the door chimed. “Oh, sorry Samu, didn’t think you would have customers at this time.” Blonde man from the other day spoke, walking in. He smiled sheepishly at you when his eyes flashed in recognition.
“Holy shit,” Your friend whispered.
“Hey, Samu! This is the girl from that bakery I was tellin’ you bout’! The one with the, uh-”
“Brioche,” Both you and Osamu spoke.
“Yeah, that thing! Wasn’t it good?” He smiled, waving at you. You smiled in response.
“Tsumu, no offense, but why are you here again? You could’ve waited until after closing time to come bother me.” Osamu sighed. “I have customers.” 
“I totally would’ve but the team bus is leaving in like 20 minutes. I just wanted to see you before I headed off.” Atsumu protested, rubbing his neck. 
Osamu rolled his eyes, “Yeah yeah, get into the kitchen you goof. If you’re going to be here for the next 10 minutes at least make yourself useful.” 
Atsumu mock saluted and headed into the kitchen, pushing the door open with so much force, it hit the wall behind it and left a resonating ‘smack’ in its wake. 
“I said make yourself useful! Not to destroy my stop, you dumbass!” Osamu roared, storming into the kitchen himself. 
Your friend turned to you with wide eyes, “The Miya Atsumu walked into your store and you didn’t tell me?” 
You turned to them, confused, “Who?” 
Your friend looked gobsmacked as you looked at her questioningly.
“He literally plays for the MSBY Jackals. The V-League? Does that ring a bell?”
You shrugged, “I don’t really know, there was a whole group of people that showed up with him at the time. I was more concerned with that than with the fact that he’s a professional athlete.”
“Oh my god, I literally hate you right now.” Your friend gasped. “They’re based in Tokyo so they aren’t even here that often and they chose to go to your store.” 
You blanched, “Is something wrong with my store?” you questioned teasingly. 
Your friend shook her head, “No it’s just the fact that you didn’t tell me,” they pouted. 
Well the next time a professional athlete walks into my shop I’ll be sure to tell you.” You spoke, rolling your eyes with a laugh. 
The kitchen door slams open again startling you from your stance and almost making you fall over. Your friend gasps loudly, letting out a loud “Shit!” while trying to calm her breathing.
“Atsumu you shit head! Stop slamming the door open or I’ll shove my foot up your ass while making you pay for the damages!” Osamu yelled, pushing the door open far more gently than what Atsumu had. 
Atsumu smiled innocently, “Here you go,” he said, placing a plate in front of you. “It’s on the house for my brother's favorite bread maker.” He winked.
You let out a laugh, “Thank you,”
“All right that’s enough out of you. I’m kicking you out now.” Osamu stated, rubbing his hands on his apron. “Leave before you’re late for your bus you idiot.”
Atsumu sighed, “Yeah yeah, I’ll call you when I get home. I’ll see ya’ later then.” 
Osamu glared at him and Atsumu put his hands up in surrender. Your friend giggled from behind you.
He left the restaurant and the bell chimed for the final time when Osamu turned to you.
“I’m sorry. Tsumu doesn’t really know how to be an adult. Truly amazing if you ask me.” Osamu bowed his head in apology.
You waved him off, “Oh, I really don’t care. Family business and all; I know what it’s like to fight with people like that.” 
Osamu smiled in relief, “Still, sorry. He doesn’t know when to stop.” 
“Ah,” Your friend gasped, jumping up. “I totally forgot to pick up my brother from his friends house. Sorry, y/n I have to leave!” they said, pulling out a $10 dollar bill from their pocket. 
“Here Osamu-kun! Bye!” They yelled, grabbing their onigiri and running toward the door and into their car.
“That was totally deliberate.” You stated, staring blankly at the spot her car was previously in. 
“Totally,” Osamu laughed. “Here,” he spoke pushing the onigiri towards you. “Try it.” 
Grasping the plate in your hands you grabbed the Onigiri and took a tentative bite. 
“Holy shit,” You spoke after swallowing, “oh my god, that’s good.”
Osamu sat down across from you and started taking off his apron, “Did you ever doubt it was?” he teased.
“No, no, no, it’s not that I just-” you spluttered, taking in the muscles of his forearms. Was it legal to have muscles like that while owning a restaurant?
“Relax,” He laughed, “I’m just teasing. I’m glad to know that the person who made the most bomb bread I’ve ever tasted in my life likes the onigiri I make.” He winked. 
“Oh please, this is probably the best thing I’ve ever tasted period.” You claimed, taking another bite. 
“You flatter me.” Osamu sighed, looking up at you from where he set his head down at the table. His cheeks were flushed a light pink and his eyes were half lidded from exhaustion. His long lashes fluttered whenever he blinked, and his gray eyes twinkled from the yellow lighting in the restaurant. 
“Oh,” you spoke, breaking eye contact, “it’s past nine, I’m probably bothering you.” You stated, standing up. “I should probably head out anyways.” 
“Ah, it’s that time already, huh?” Osamu stretched, his shirt riding up just a little. It gave you a nice peek at the abs that he was harboring and you flushed. He smiled at you when he stood up. 
“I hope you come again.”
“Yeah, definitely. As long as you come to my store sometime.” You spoke slyly, looking back at him from the door.
He smiled at you one last time, “Have a good night,” 
You smiled back as you headed out the door, “You too.”
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tangerinegod · 4 years
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Hello! I am sorry to bother you but I am a senior getting ready for college this year. I am in the US and I wanted to major in the same thing you did, do you have any possible tips for me? I still haven't even looked for colleges that would be best for animation majors so I figured if you were up to giving out any tips/saying any basic ideas if you wanted to/if you had the time to then maybe I'll have a better idea! I apologise for if I sound weird! I'm tried to word it correctly but I can't 😿
hi!! i’m totally down to share my experiences! someone else also had some questions so i’m going to put them all together in this post haha, hopefully this helps! it’ll get pretty long so apologies ahead of time but art school is a lot to think about so i wanna be as helpful as i can around it, its a lot of time and money. I’m gonna put it all under a read more cus it is really really long!
i wanna start off with the fact that I had the privilege of attending school in a financially stable environment, my parents were/are really supportive so w merit scholarship i only came out with around 20-30k in debt and i also had housing support my entire time in school. they were ok with me focusing on academics so i didn’t hold a retail job unless i was out of school like summer/winter break. Ofc though i regularly take commissions/do merch/cons to try and pay for all bills that arent rent cus i did want to be financially independent where it was possible. I also did try and work during the semester but everytime i did my body would deff start to breakdown from the fact that i didnt wanna compromise schoolwork with jobs.. so just read ahead know this experience is from a student who was able to attend focusing only on school work for most of the time!
the biggest thing is knowing art school is not required to become a professional in either freelancing or industry! there are a huuuge amount of online tools and classes these days that provide the exact same education and for cheaper too. i think it depends on what experience you prefer/can handle/want but it’s definitely possible to make art/animation art your living without higher education. the thing that college will for sure give you though is the ability to meet deadlines, work even when you dont want to, and connections with peers+teachers. i think the connections part is invaluable because you’re basically coming out with a network of people you already know and who know you! 
also its good to know if you want to attend/can handle art school! it’s a lot of time and energy and students get burned out really fast. the best piece of advice i got before going was ‘if you draw every single day, even if its for only like 5-10 minutes or a doodle for a whole year you should be fine’ consistency is super key because you’re attending school to draw, and you’ll have to create work for stuff you aren’t excited for at some point or another. burnout is extremely real and the only reason i didn’t experience it was probably because i got super into drawing naruto fanart again inbetween sophomore and junior year! it helped give me something to draw seperated from school which is the only thing i was drawing for since i had entered rip. a heads up id also consider myself a workaholic so i fit in ok with the ‘art school’ environment but it is suuper unhealthy. if you are fantastic at managing your schedule then it’s definitely possible to take care of yourself! freshman year i got 8 hours a sleep a night and only pulled all nighters for some second semester finals at the end. sophomore year + up though i ended up prioritizing hw over sleep and like for sure, definitely shortened my life span. there’s another q down below where i’ll go more into detail but ya, be careful w ur work balance!
another tip especially for animation is knowing for a fact what type of animation you’re looking to go into, and what the school is offering. I didn’t think i’d get into art school at the time so i only applied to two places + decided if i didnt get into either id attend community to get credits out of the way while building portfolio. honestly? i did not do a lot of research LOL but like i did end up having the chance to tour and stuff! just know that each school will have a very different curriculum. The main differences are schools that prioritize 3D (cg animation, cg modeling, ect) and 2D/traditional (hand drawn, ‘oldschool’, digital or traditional based) this is a huge difference so make sure you do research for it! in most cases a 2D/traditional program will also offer 3D since it’s at the forefront of the industry animation wise rn. My school taught 2D but like hand drawn on physical paper 2D, frame by frame. while it was a good experience it’s super outdated because digital tools make it way faster + easier! i’d recommend looking for a program that is digital 2D over traditional 2D. 
if after your senior year covid is still affecting campuses in the US to keep them shut down i’d recommend attending a community college to get credits and then transferring into school. one of the negatives is paying money for gened classes when ur not there for them; if you can get them out of the way sooner and cheaper there is absolutely no negative + you could graduate earlier or use the extra time for better work or to work a job! 
these are all the general tips i think i’d give on like a broad basis of attending or not to think about? let me know if u have more q’s! someone asked q’s im answering below that go more into personal experiences + work culture so heres those:
- how many hours a week do u spend studying, in class, otherwise making art? like how much of ur life does it consume?
I was basically working on art.... 24/7! since i wasnt working a job at the same time i crammed as many credits as possible into my schedule so on avg i did 18 credit semesters (around 6 classes) art classes go for 6 hours and non art go for 3, so i’d spent around 30-35 hours in class a week! hw wise it varied on the class but combined it would be around 35-50 hours a week... im guessing? on average studio classes would have 8-10 hours of hw, maybe 5 for a light week, and gened classes 5 hours w them all combined. or this was probably how things were before junior year? junior+senior year i had thesis + everything else ontop.. i’d spend around 30-40 hours on thesis a week with other classes ontop of that bc my film was super long cus im a dummy! 
- is it hard going to art school n realising that altho u were probably quite talented… so is everyone else? Like. all of a sudden. ur not special and everyone seems as good as u, you know? More generally, how do u deal with comparison?
kinda?? i think instead of the idea of like you vs others it feels more of like a competition at first to be the best. this varies hugely on school culture though; my animation year was really friendly with each other and get along extremely well, so my answer to this is v different than some others who attended different schools. i think that the idea of ‘comparison’ only lasts a portion of the first year because at some point you realize that it’s not a who’s better as much as its a ‘these are my coworkers’ type thing? like healthy competition 100% because we’re all working to improve but i think most of us learned pretty early on that viewing each other as peers going into the same workforce helped a lot. also at some point everyone develops their own style/starts to develop their artistic preferences so there isn’t a way to compare whos 'better’ anymore? i dont think there ever is tbh because style is appealing based off of an individuals preferences. If anything realizing everyone else is also amazing makes you wanna work harder ig? or thats how i felt! it’s inspiring to be surrounded by so many people who create such amazing work. 
- is there a lot of workaholic culture? all nighter culture?
100000% there can be a workaholic and all nighter culture. i know people who avoided it and thats honestly fantastic because i fall super easily into that pit. sometimes i’ll pull all nighters on a personal project just because i really want to finish it... i am definitely considered a workaholic all the way through and its not healthy rip... i’d estimate at the worst i was pulling 2-3 all nighters a week and only 4-5 hours of sleep on the nights i didn’t? that was only for one year tho, after that i was like yeah ok this is really bad for my health in the long run LOL so i tried to cut it down to one all nighter a week and around 5-6 hours of sleep the rest of the week! by senior year my decision to cram in full semesters paid off and i was able to consistently get around 7 hours of sleep a night + no all nighters minus finals since my schedule was lighter despite thesis 😭 while there is that culture i don’t think people view it as like a badge of honor or something to be proud of anymore which is good, we mostly view it as a flaw of the art school system and something that needs to be fixed!!
- are you glad u did it? how did u know it was what u wanted?
i am glad i did it! i’m definitely in a limbo right now of if it was worth both my time, money, and my parents money rip but i think with what i got out of it i definitely wouldn’t be as far skill wise or knowledge wise when it comes to the art industry. i would say it was only worth it for be because i had so much support going in though so i was able to focus so much on improving. if i had only been able to put in part of the effort and not make full use of the resources provided i would honestly have a different answer.. 
i knew it was what i wanted when i realized i really couldn’t see myself pursuing a different profession happily! despite all the bumps and stuff im fully in love with drawing still and feel honored that it’s a field that can provide a living. my second profession choice was to go into culinary school? and third option i think going was into music cus i was also a band kid hehe.  
- how do u cope with ur hobby becoming ur job? how do u deal with art going from something u do for fun to something u do on command constantly?
i think seperating work art from personal art is important! in my case im doubling naruto into being personal work so i have something to fall back onto that isn’t work related. its been a hyperfixation for 12+ years? so drawing it at this point is just like personal art imo. some people have hobbies outside of art and only draw for their job! i think after attending classes for so long the idea of hobby turning into job feels extremely natural? also i enjoy doing it so thats a huge plus! 
sorry this is SO long but i hope i answered your guys’ questions! if you have more just lmk!
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disrespectfullcalum · 5 years
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A roaring fire (2/?)
Pairing: Bjorn Ironside x OC
Word count: 2.122
Summary: Bjorn comes back after a long raid to find a new healer in town. She’s living on her own, trying to make a living and raise her brother while secretly wanting to be a warrior herself. Bjorn makes it his mission to see the distant Ríkví smile at least once - but does he know what he’s getting himself into?
Warnings: mentioning of death & violence; drinking; name-calling; kinda slow-burn; lots of swearing (later parts)
A/N: Second part is here! It’s longer than I thought, but well. Also, the song in here is originally from the movie Brave (link) and so, yeah, it is actually Scottish. But let’s just pretend they also sing it in Kattegat, alright? As usual, feedback/likes/reblogs/etc are most welcome! xx
MASTERPOST
It had been long eight weeks since he left his home. The Gods had not been kind and they had not only lost some of their treasures to the sea, but they also lost good men. Bjorn did not take that lightly, it was a shame whenever a man couldn’t return home to his family and he was a lucky man that he always came back in one piece.
The crowd had gathered at the harbour of Kattegat to greet him and the other men, screaming out names in joy and some in pain, taking in the plenty of treasure that they brought with them. A huge smile formed on his face when he spotted his smaller brothers waiting for him. It had been weird at first when his parents seperated but he realised over time that it had been for the best. His mother was now an Earl in her own right after murdering her abusive husband and his father was thriving as King of Kattegat. Though Ragnar now was nearing his 55th nameday and had quite a few strands of grey in his beard and hair, he still made an impression and would never see himself as an old man.
“I’m glad to see you back, my son.” Ragnar spoke with his booming voice and hugged his eldest son tightly. When he finally released him, the woman next to him made a few steps forward and curtsied slightly in front of Bjorn. The Prince only chuckled, placed his big hands on her shoulders and gave her a kiss on each cheek. “There’s no need to do that, Brunhild.” He spoke warmly as she rose and smiled at him. “I’m just paying my respects to the great adventurer and Prince of Kattegat who also happens to be the eldest son of my dear husband.” Brunhild said with a slight cheek in her voice which caused Ragnar to grin broadly. She was his third wife now and set to bear some more children to his name who would carry on the bloodline of the Ragnarssons.
Behind his father stood Bjorn’s half-brothers: Ubbe, who greeted him with a big smile on his face and a strong clap on the shoulder. He was the oldest of the four and already very skilled with the sword. It would not be long until he would be allowed to join on his first raid so that he too could become a warrior in his own right. Next were Hvitsverk and Sigurd, both just a year apart in age and close in their development as men. The latter had just received his arm ring days before Bjorn had left and wore it proudly – he had been a true pain in the ass when Hvitsverk had gotten his one first! They both grinned at their big brother and Hvitsverk immidiately started asking questions about where they had been, what they brought with them, and many more. But Bjorn simply stated that he would answer all his questions later when they had time before turning to his youngest brother, Ivar. He was quite small for his age and not as well-developed as Bjorn had been at 10, but his mind was that of an old man.
“There’s going to be a feast tonight for you and your men, but you probably should freshen up a bit. If there are any men injured, you send them to Ríkví – she will be an inviting change!” Ragnar laughed, knowing exactly how the young woman would react upon seeing roughly seven vikings at her door: all smelly, sweaty, and without the company of an attractive woman for weeks. She’d be furios!
Bjorn’s brows arched at the name. Ríkví… he couldn’t recall any woman living in Kattegat with that name. But then again, there were always new people here whenever he came back from a raid and when he stayed here as well. “So Helgard did retire at least?” The man had been the healer at this town for as long as the young man could remember. Brunhild smiled slightly and nodded while looking after the younger Ragnarssons who were already leaving the landing. “In a way, yes. He is still the main healer and will continue to do so as long as he lives – his words, not mine – but he took Ríkví on as a…” She left the words hanging in the air for a few seconds before continuing. “She cares mostly for the younger ones. And the women.” She was stroking her growing belly as she spoke which made Bjorn smile slightly. As it seemed, his father had been busy with continuing his bloodline.
But the thought also struck something inside of him which he didn’t like at all. Jealousy. His 28th nameday had passed last autumn and he still lived on his own, without a wife or children. Most of his men prayed to Odin that they would make it back to their family or that their children wouldn’t grow up without a father. Bjorn wished mostly for the well-being of his father and his brothers. Not that there were no possibilities – there had been many and Bjorn wasn’t one to keep a willing lady out of his bed! But it had always been more of an adventure to him, nothing too serious and definitely not love. He had been in love with a girl before and it had seemed like she loved him as well, but then she went and married some other man that had been into more fights and to more raids than Bjorn at the time. He was 18 at the time and lovesick like a fool – a feeling he never wanted to experience again. It made him feel weak which he couldn’t allow himself to be. He was Bjorn Ironside!
“C’mon now. Your father will want to celebrate your homecoming with lots of ale and won’t take it lightly if you don’t do the same.” Brunhild gave him a slight pat on the chest before walking ahead of him, away from the water towards the buildings that made up Kattegat.
It was true that Ragnar liked to celebrate with lots of ale and mead whenever his son or his warriors came back from a raid – especially when it was as successful as this one had been. The men were sharing their stories of the cities they plundered, the money and precious gems they brought home, and how they made some of the people their slaves. Everyone knew that most of the women and young girls had been dishonored at least once because that was just how the vikings were.
Bjorn never participated in telling such stories. He took no pride in fucking a woman who was too scared to move and oviously not enjoying herself. So, he didn’t do it but who was he to tell his men to stop it? It was a viking custom and he simply decided not to take part in it. Of course he had done so when he was a young and impressionable boy who went on his first raids and wanted to be just like the other warriors there! It hadn’t been easy to explain to the other men when they went and he stayed in camp – but he was Bjorn Ironside and most of them thought that now there were just more left for them.
Now, he was listening to his friends telling their stories of victory while watching the room. His family sat at a table on a little platform at one end of the room so that they would see everyone and everyone could see them when they entered the big hall. There were some other tables at the sides of the hall, placed around the big fire in the middle of it. A lot of people fit into the hall, men and women alike and Bjorn spotted some younger children here and there. They likely stole food from the tables to take with them outside where they now could play without the adults watching over them. A smile lingered in the corner of his mouth as he watched a particularly bold girl sneaking up between some drunken guys and taking the fresh meat right off their plates. She ran like a whirlwind on her way out as the men realised what had happened and tried to get up in time.
At some point, music had begun to play and a few people got up to dance around the fire. As Brunhild went to join them with some lady friends of hers, Bjorn moved to sit next to his father as he had sat with his friends. “Boy or girl?” He asked with a grin and took another swig from his cup. Ragnar barely moved his eyes away from his beautiful wife to glance at his eldest and grinned as well. “A girl if the Gods are good. Odin knows I have enough sons to send into battle, it is time for some shieldmaidens!” There was pride in his voice as he talked. Ragnar loved all of his sons but he wished for a girl this time. The gods had taken Gydda far too soon after he held her in his arms all those years ago – barely a week old. Bjorn had been four at the time and still remembered the cries full of pain and anger by his parents that filled the nights at the hut for months.
“I pray for it every day.” Bjorn answered simply and then joined his father in watching the women dancing. The musicians played a tune he didn’t recognize but apparently some of the younger women did as they quickly fell into pace: They all danced in unison, entrancing everyone with their turns and jumps. But there was one he had never seen before – her hair swinging just a bit more, her turns more of a natural movement than a learned step, her eyes closed as she seemed to feel the music rather tan hearing it.
Where dark woods hide secrets And mountains are fierce and bold Deep waters hold reflections Of times lost long ago
Bjorn didn’t know who had started singing and he didn’t care. All he knew was that he couldn’t stop watching her as she came closer to their side of the hall with the circle the ladies had formed.
I will hear their every story Take hold of my own dream Be as strong as the seas are stormy And proud as an eagle's scream I will ride, I will fly Chase the wind and touch the sky
The music stopped and Bjorn felt like he had been ripped out of a dream. His cup stood forgotten on the table in front of him as he watched the young women lose her stiffen position from the end of the dance and joined the other girls in their chatter and laughter. Apparently his gaze had gotten noticed by either one of her friends or herself as she slowly raised her head and looked straight at him.
Bjorn was taken aback a little by her boldness. She simply looked at him without even a hint of a smile or any emotion before raising her chin a little higher, turning on her heel and leaving the hall. “Try not to look so much like a lost puppy, son. Doesn’t suit your reputation well.” The amusement in Ragnar’s voice was clear and Bjorn wanted to retort something just as Ubbe joined them, confusion clear on his face. “Where’s she gone? You didn’t tell her anything, did you?” Even at 16, his voice still tended to get pitchy when the teenager yelled, got upset or just hadn’t his emotion in line. At the moment, he was clearly upset but Bjorn had no idea what he was talking about. “Who should I have told nothing?”
Ubbe huffed and crossed his arms in front of him. “Ríkví’s mine, not yours to take, brother. Not like she’s gonna like you anyway. Not into that beefy, big guy type of a viking.” He regained his composure and managed to send a glare at his brother that was probably meant to be intimidating. Ragnar laughed out loud at the words of his second son and patted him on the shoulder lovingly. “Any woman here is fair game until she’s married, Ubbe. So you should probably get into that if you seriously wanna protect her from your big, beefy brother!” A tomato couldn’t be redder than Ubbe’s face right now. He huffed a last time and quickly made his way through the hall to leave.
Bjorn sat there, still a litte starstruck at the whole situation. What in the name of Odin had just happened here?
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dotr-rose-love · 5 years
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Tag: Novel Prep Game
Tagged by @theouterdark , thank you very much! ^^
Rules: Answer the questions and then tag as many writers as there are questions answered (or as many as you can) to spread the positivity! Even if these questions are not explicitly brought up in the novel, they are still good to keep in mind when writing.
First Look
1. Describe your novel in 1-2 sentences (elevator pitch)
Ah, I haven’t done this yet and I haven’t really found a good pitch for my story so I will do this messily instead: When two cursed demonic clans take what’s theirs back and return to their struggle for freedom, many people’s life turns upside down, wounds reopen and an eternal pursuit, long lost in the darkness, starts again.
2. How long do you plan for your novel to be? (Is it a novella, single book, book series, etc.)
Demons of the Rose is a book series of 4 installments, but due to the amount of characters it might turn to 5.
3. What is your novel’s aesthetic?
Darkness, blood, roses, rose scents, suburbia, renaissance, victorian times, middle ages, demons, angels, violence, love, eccentricity, secrets, thick forests, sins, corruption, supernatural, occult, there’s a lot.
4. What other stories inspire your novel?
OMG, this will be a long list. I was mostly inspired by stories written by musicians and music videos, but since this question mentions stories I guess it’s ok to mention other mediums besides books.
Movies & Series:
Bara no Konrei by Malice Mizer
Verte Aile by Malice Mizer
Addams Family
The Devil’s Rejects
Supernatural
The Libertine
Les Miserables
REPO! The Genetic Opera
The Ninth Gate
Pirates of the Caribbean
Silent Hill
Moulin Rouge
Coyote Ugly
Chicago
Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children
Paracelcus Homonculus
Majisuka Gakuen s01, s02 (believe it or not xD, mostly due to the loyalty among specific characters and stuff, though)
Band concept stories:
Vampire Saga by Asagi (vocalist of the band D)
Versailles’ vampire story by Versailles
Malice Mizer’s concept story
Music Videos:
Pretty much all of Versailles’ music videos
Lots of D’s music videos
Sink, Any by 9GOATS BLACK OUT
Velvet, Eraser, Sleepwalker, Kowloon -Nine Heads Rodeo Show-, Yuri wa Aoku Saite by Alice Nine
Blindness, Blaze, Rengoku, Muyuu no Kago, Liberate, Gang 5, Hakubaikou by AND -eccentric agent-
Demons, Felony, Karasu, Psycho Diva, Son of a Bitch by BORN
Lost November, Taidou, Monatorium, Sirius, Blind Message by Diaura
Matsurizm, Hallelujah by DOG inThePWO
Taboo, Chocolat, Salome by Kaya
Several music videos of Kiryu
Pretty much all of Megaromania’s music videos
Jibun Kakumei, Joushou Kaidou, Subarashiki kana Kono Sekai by Miyavi
Pretty much all of Malice Mizer’s music videos
Several music videos of Camui Gackt
Scape ~with transparent wings~ by Klaha
Kaiten mokuba, amatsuppai mango by Purple Stone
Several music videos of Screw
Howling Magic, Butterfly Boy, Mad$ship, Beautifool Days, Missing by Sug
Several music videos of the Gazette
Several music videos of Tokami
Übers ender der Welt, Rette Mich, Feel it all by Tokio Hotel
Philosopher by Hizaki Grace Project
Billet, Grand Pain, Doukeshi no bukyoku, Fuyu Tokyo by Lareine
Order Made, Edy, B, Artist, Alo[n]e, Cold Case by Vistlip
Zakuro by Vaniru
Lucifer by Anna Tsuchiya
Basically the concept shown in these mvs and lots of music by the same people and more.
Books:
The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls by Emilie Autumn
Theatrical Plays:
Caligula (Japanese version) (I mean the story about the corruption of Caligula, itself, inspired me a lot, but I didn’t know about it before seeing Oguri Shun playing this character the way he did and then wanted to make a few characters like that)
Videogames:
Final Fantasy (several games from the franchise)
Silent Hill
5. Share 3+ images that give a feel for your novel
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Main Character
6. Who is your protagonist?
I should make a list and just paste them every time I am asked xD. My goal is to have 70 main characters + one of humans so 71. I don’t know how I will manage that yet, it works well for 10 so far. My mains are 70 demons who are seperated in two demonic clans.
7. Who is their closest ally?
Archie, my human boy, has the stranger I mention much around my blog on his side, but I don’t want to reveal anything about him. Just some random outside help that proves to be a strong ally against pretty much everything Archie will have to deal with, during his quest. As for my demons, each one has their own closest ally, who happens to be one of the rest in their clan. You might be surprised by something about it too, but again I won’t say, cause it spoils a lot of things. ^^’
8. Who is their enemy?
Archie doesn’t have enemies. Dangers come whenever and wherever he triggers them. Each of my demons has different enemies, either inside their own clan or the opposing clan. Generally, one clan sees the other as an enemy, but due to their past, some would probably not attack demons from the other clan unless they really really had to. There are lots of rivalries though so some do fight until at least one can no longer go on the fight. The main enemies to all my demons though are God and the Devil.
9. What do they want more than anything?
Archie: Find his friends and live in peace again.
Rosen Demons: To set themselves free from their curse and eternal chasing from the supernatural worlds so that they can live anyhow they want.
10. Why can’t they have it?
Archie: Because he doesn’t know where his friends are and how to find some peace after everything that happened to him.
Rosen Demons: Because God and the Devil want them dead.
11. What do they wrongly believe about themselves?
Archie: That he can’t save his friends. (you might have not really understood what I just said though ;) )
Rosen Demons: That they don’t need each other.
12. Draw your protagonist! (Or share a description)
I can’t draw and the descriptions will come in full pages sometime in the future (they are too many sowwy)
Plot Points
13. What is the internal conflict?
Archie: Understanding his roots, what his friends are all about and getting over his fears.
Rosen Demons: each one has their own, but one common conflict is that of belonging somewhere and whether or not freedom is something they could actually earn.
14. What is the external conflict?
Everyone seems to care only about acquiring their freedom, except from some of them that openly ask for more. RJ and Vallery seem to struggle to find a way to break their own individual curses, sth which is also internal conflict, Valentine wants to find a way to help Vallery with that too, Nina is trying to deal with her having breakable skin, Nox is trying to help her with that and also deal with his own “illness“, some try to meet specific standards..again each one has their own. As for Archie, I am not sure what his external conflict could be. He is trying to get his friends back by risking his life and fighting his natural fears to go to places he’s never been before, including Hell, which is hard for a human who hasn’t died. He is constantly fighting fears and trying to understand things.
15. What is the worst thing that could happen to your protagonist?
Archie: Die I guess xD. But then he wouldn’t be alive to suffer. Ahm...finding out that his friends are dead, or that they ran away and were never with the Rosen demons (aka he went through all those things for nothing)
16. What secret will be revealed that changes the course of the story?
That is kind of a silly question, I don’t think anyone would answer that. ^^’
17. Do you know how it ends?
I do but...At first I had 1 ending, then it turned to two, now it’s 3 and I sincerely try my best to fight the urge to make this an interactive story at the final book, and finish it with one ending. I haven’t written any of the endings, hoping it will change again in a way that I won’t need the previous ones. One is a happy ending, the others are up to the reader to decide.
Bits and Bobs
18. What is the theme?
Quite a few but I guess some the strongest are:
Fight for your dreams no matter what
Be yourself and accept those you love as they are, too
Family doesn’t have to be a man, a woman and their children, it could be people with the same beliefs, tastes, ideas, too. Find your own, it is somewhere out there waiting for you
19. What is a reoccurring symbol?
Roses, thorns and bloody tears
20. Where is the story set? (Share a description!)
The first book of Demons of the Rose, the story takes place in a fictional suburban town of Japan. The second takes place in the forest behind the town, and many parts of the world in my characters’ past, such as Victorian England, France during Renaissance, Mexico in the mid 1800s etc. The third and fourth book take the story to Hell.
21. Do you have any images or scenes in your mind already?
Lots of them as I’ve written 2 books already but most of the scenes I have now are scattered and hard to put on paper.
22. What excited you about this story?
The challenge of writing an all villain story and actually trying to put my worldview in it. My beliefs, my fears, my biggest loves...and also my having convinced myself to finally finish one story, I guess.
23. Tell us about your usual writing method!
I don’t have one. I might try to get inspired for an hour and then write, I might force myself sit down and write, but I sure always want not to be disturbed no matter what. I get easily irritated so, if someone knocks on my door or calls me on the phone while writing, it’s over and let me tell you, I am hella moody after that. So I have told people not to disturb me when music is loud in my room but they still do, so *shrugs*
Tagging: @theevolutionofledarose , @i-rove-rock-n-roll , @kainablue , @wraths-writing , @the-melissa-mckinnon , @sancta-silje , @editronchi , @syposium and anyone else who wants to do it.
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averyscarlet-blog · 4 years
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Noise’s Story
Prisoned
Warning: Slightly R-18
Theme(s): Tragedy, Revenge, Injustice
Type: Original Story
Featured Original Character(s): Noise, Sound, Ayane, Rei, Percy, Xavier, Ulric
Other Character(s): Zephyr
Inspiration: N/A 
Summary: The backstory of the boy who has chosen to lazily live his days in Avarus. One day, while taking one of his annual naps, he began to recall his past. Something he rarely does or allows himself to do. But after much thought, he allowed himself to relive his past by lulling himself back to sleep. It was about time he learns how to accept his past; how else is he gonna sleep in peace?
When I was a kid, the only sky I've ever known was the giant cage thar surrounded the city. We're all told that it's supposedly meant to protect us from the outside world, to make sure we're not exposed to the toxic air outside, but I knew better, and so did my best friend, Zephyr. We were the only ones that saw past the lies and felt the urge to venture the world beyond our prison. Surprisingly, my dad encouraged me to pursue my dream, and I think I understand why he was so eager to help whenever he can. He was a man trapped in a world of his own, filled with nothing but pleasure, a prison that he can never leave.
After gaining access to the library and learned the origins of my real name, it somehow suits me. I'm the son of a sinner, it makes sense I'd be named after someone like that. He wants me to do something he's too late in doing, breaking free from my prison. That's what I aimed to do, and after much talking, so did Zephyr. We listed various methods on our escape; the first being an underground tunnel. Only miners were allowed so one of us thought of working there then secretly steal one. We failed miserably after trying to pass off as teens. Our second idea was to climb over the wall, which was easy since no one ever guards it. But when we got to the top, we had completely forgotten about the cage and ended up wasting our time by trying to bash out way out.
We ended up getting arrested after making too much noise. After my second trip to the library, I learned of the existence of boats. No one could reach us if we sail away! Then I realized we couldn't build one because; 1) wood no longer exists and 2) the irrigation dam's opening is so small that I'm sure we'd get stuck. Then I found it, the solution that'd get us out. An airplane. We decided to worry about how we'd get through the cage later, this was the best plan we could ever come up with. So the next four years, we spent most of our days building, working tirelessly to gather the necessary materials and use whatever blueprints we could steal for assembling the necessary parts.
The only thing we did during our rest days was either talk about the outside world or sit in silence and relax. To my surprise, Zephyr told me that there were people out there waiting for him. I didn't believe him because that was impossible, we've known each other our whole lives. How could he know if there's any living thing outside if he's been stuck here like me? He would have told me if he knew a way out. Right?
I caugjt him writing several times, but I never asked who they were for. I just figured he was practicing how to write since his family wasn't given the same privaledges as mine. Learning is a blessing, hence why I taught him when I could. That was how our days went, then it happened. My dad got in too deep and ended up sleeping in a tub filled with his own blood. I ended up becoming trapped like him, trapped in my feelings of revenge. Zephyr tried to stop me but it was too late. I joined the Secret Police and used up another four years of my life, but instead of using them to free myself of this city, I wasted it on making sure I remain trapped. Zephyr never spoke to me again, and by the time I did arrest the people that killed my dad, I was too far deep to leave.
Like father, like son.
Then one day, word got out that someone was attempting to flee the city. My co-workers brushed it off as nothing as they knew it was impossible to get out. Even if they did, who knows what awaits outside the walls. All that talk about radiation from the old war and the toxic air still sounded like nonsense to me, but anyone would believe anything they hear as long as they remain living in fear. If that person does attempt to make his escape, I know he'll fail, and his failure will cement the already see rooted fear in everyone's hearts. And I was going to ignore it as well, till I heard the name of who was the fool that publicly declared his departure. He was always an idiot, but I didn't think he was stupid enough to let the whole city know he was making his grand escape.
I don't know what drove me to meet him after so long. I was ust aimlessly patrolling around the farther regions if the city and found myself at our old hang out. It was an abandoned construction site, a passion project dedicated to our beloved dictator's 66th wife till she died of unknown circumstances. When I was about to push aside the oldy moldy door curtain, I heard the familiar sound of a roaring engine from the upper floor. I ran in only to find myself tackled and pinned to the ground by Zephyr.
"Heh... About time you got here!" he cackled.
Struggling, I demanded, "Get off me!"
"Sorry! No can do!"
"Then tell me, why are you leaving the city now!?"
For the first time, the brilliant light I've seen in his pale blue eyes disappeared. He stared down at me with an unfamiliar cold gaze.
"I told you... I have people waiting for me outside," he spoke in a monotone voice. "I thought about it for a long time. I was supposed to join them 8 years ago, but then I met you."
He briefly gets off my back, grabs my shoulders then proceeds to flip me over. I hitch a breath when we finally made direct eye contact. When I first met him, he was a scrawny kid that didn't know when to stop smiling. Before we went out seperate ways, he had grown but still wore that stupid grin. Now, four years later, his smile remained but gave off a different vibe. It felt like he was trying to control his emotions, forcing himself to smile. He sits back on my abdomen before I could sit up, then pins my arms above my head when I tried to reach him. His sudden strength surprised me.
When I tried to fight back, he tightens his grip hard enough to potentially crack my wrist bones.
"All I've ever thought about was taking you to the outside world, but I couldn't because you're not like me." Zephyr bowed his head so his long bangs concealed his eyes. He tried to sound like his usual cheerful self, but it came off as forced as he spoke. "Zephyr's not even my real name... I only picked it because it's cool. That's all I wanted to be for you, but you always beat me to the punch. Even after you dropped our plans, abandoned me so you can join those stiffs..."
A tear drop falls on my cheek. I felt helpless as I watched my best friend began to cry. To my further surprised, he reaches for something on his eyes and removes... A contact lense. The blue that I was so familiar with was replaced with a spine chilling yellow color. It almost appeared as it they were glowing. He lightly punches my chest before I could think of a response.
His voice cracks as he yelled, "I still waited! I thought that once you got your revenge over with, you'd come back so I can take you out of here!"
I gasp when he lets go of my wrists and roughly grabs the jacket of my uniform, lifting me to bring out faces closer.
"But I'm done. I've waited long enough. I'm getting out of here," he said coldly. "You were my only reason for staying in this shit hole. Sound was right, I shouldn't have waited for someone that second guesses themselves."
'Sound...?' I thought.
Before I could as what he meant, Zephyr stands up and movea several steps back. Using the sleeve of his soot covered shirt, he wipes his tears away then stares back at me once more. This time his eyes blazed with determination.
"I'm glad you dropped by though." He bitterly smiles. Zephyr croaks, "Least I know you still thought of me to the end. I just needed to see your face to make sure I'm doing the right thing."
"Wait, Zephyr-"
Desperate for answers and fearing the meaning behind his words, I shot up on my feet and ran towards him. My heart was beating against my ears as the gap between up quickly began to disappear. But just as the tip of my finger was close to touching him, my entire went numb the second he vanished from my line of sight. I could hardly comprehend what just happened. He was there, standing and talking to me. There was no way that was a hallucination, the bruises on my wrists are proof enough that he was real. I don't know what brought me to do it, but my eyes automatically fall to the ground.
For a split second, I thought I saw some sort of ripple effect on the cement floor. I thought of reaching just to check if I was seeing things, but before I could, a small pebble was thrown at the side of my head. I automatically turn in the direction it came from and saw Zephyr, leaning against the doorway to the stairwell with his arms crossed like nothing happened. He turns his head and smirks, a familiar playful glint appearing in his eyes.
"So, what are you gonna do now, Mr. Policeman?"
Anger began to boil. Without an ounce of hesitation, I drew my gun and charged. A cunning smiling crosses his lips as he gravitated away from entryway , practically gliding into the stairwell as he disappeared from my line of sight. Ticked at his continual resistance, I replaced the rounds with one filled with rubber bullets and dashed after him. Punching the door to open it wider, my head snaps up and saw his hand sliding over the hand rail on the third floor. Tightening my grip around the shaft of the handle, I held my pistol up and ran after him. The building was about 15 floors up, so there's a slim chance I'd be able to reach him.
When I checked to see how far he's gotten, I saw that his pace had remained unchanged. Mine, however, was starting to decrease as the previous momentum I had earlier was being weighed down by Earth's gravity. His footsteps began to echo farther the higher we go. My chest was beginning to feel heavy, it felt like I was suffocating as my lungs began to greedily take in as much as air possible. Stopping, I attempted to shoot him while a part of him was within my line of sight. The problem was, when I attempted to aim, sweat was dripping passed my brow and entering my eyes, blurring my already hazy vision. I tried to control my breathing, but after climbing up 10 flights of stairs while wearing thick layers of clothing, I couldn't gain at least a few seconds to recover.
Realizing Zephyr was going to escape at the rate I was going, I discarded some articles of police uniform as I resume running. First I peeled off my white gloves by bitting them off that's prevented me from properly making any physical contact, then I shed off the black trench coat which felt heavy on my shoulders since I put it on. And lastly, yanked off my black tie and threw my hat off. With the weight lifted, I found myself moving at a faster pace, almost reaching the same floor as Zephyr before he abruptly turns and bashes he way through the door of the top floor. I follow after a minute later.
The top floor was just an unfinished area with no walls on all four corners, leaving only a poorly made ceiling and sever unfinished cement columns and beams. On the other side of the room was Zephyr, whose back was turned as he stared at aircraft in front of him. An aerobatic plane.
Stunned to see an actual one in person, I was going to step forward in awe only to do the opposite when Zephyr partially moves to face me.
"Beautiful, isn't it? I made it after the exact sketches you made when we were kids."
"Don't fuck with me! You know the moment you declared your escape attempt to the city you'd became the government's no. 1 on their most wanted list!"
When I raised my gun at him, for a split second, I saw a flicker of surprise in his eyes, which was briefly replaced with sadness then anger.
"So... We really are at the point of no return..." He mumbled, frowning as he closes his eyes and turns away.
Clicking my teeth, I recite the same words since I became an SP, "Zephyr Andrealphus! You are under arrest for conspiracy against the government and the moral it has instilled in the people! I want you to come with me and receive judgement from the aeolipyle gods!" I adjusted my grip and held my pistol with both hands. "If you're lucky, you'll have a chance to receive penance for your crimes."
"And what crimes am I paying for exactly? I just said I was leaving."
"I just told you." I glare at him. "You're under arrest for conspiracy. You know that leaving means death. They reason these rules exist is to prevent any idiot for inspiring others to make the same suicide attempt."
"Aren't you hearing yourself? You know that if these people remain trapped in this giant bird cage, they're as good as dead! You know that supplies are running out, the population is at the point of overflowing. I don't give a damn about these people, but if you think my departure becomes a catalyst of rebellion, then so be it! At least something good will come out of it."
My mouth forms a tight line as I steady my aim. "Back away from the aircraft Zephyr, I'm not repeating myself."
"You mentioned about the people's moral yet you don't realize just how brainwashed you people are," he scoffs, completely ignoring my warnings. "At least I was able to give someone like you a head start."
When he spun around, I barely caught sight of it as the blade of his dagger glistened in the afternoon sun's light. Unable to dodge, all I could do is jerk my head away as it flew past me. In the process, it painfully sliced through a portion of my outer ear. We stare at one another with mirrored shcoked looks before I drop my arm and clutch my ear. Shutting my eyes, I howl in pain as a sharp throbbing sensation radiates on around my ear. I felt some blood slip between my fingers, but I refuse to pull it away to check how much blood I'm losing. I've been inflicted with several forms of pain, but it's not a sensation you can every get used to.
"Shit! I didn't mean- You weren't supposed to-"
I no longer wanted to listen to his excuses. Filled with rage, I threw my arm up and began to fire. I'm not going to act like a civil police anymore, Zephyr lost the chance to end things peacefully when he took the initiative in attack. I fired several without an ounce of hesitation. Most of them ricocheted off the metal surface of the plane, but Zephyr remained unnerved even after one hits him on the shoulder. Seeing him reach for something from behind, I dove behind the closest column and waited for his next move.
I stuck my gun out and blindly shot several times. Pulling back, I waited until I heard the sound of clanging metal. Confused, I was about to take a peak until a dagger comes flying across my field of vision. It both knocked out the pistol from my hand and cut off some locks of my black hair. When I attempted to reach for it, another dagger curves and knocks it away.
"Sorry!" I could barely hear his voice as it was masked by the aircraft's roar engine. "But this is the last time you're gonna see Zephyr!" I got up to my feet and move around before a blast of wind strikes my body, forcing me to lift my arm to shield my face. From what I could make out, his wild red-orange hair danced with the wind as, behind his oversized goggles, his eyes purely focused on the sky ahead. "If by some miracle I do return, you'll have to call me Noise!"
Recalling my spare pistol, I took it out from my back pocket and aimed. At the last second, I realized that live rounds were still inside, but it was too late, my finger had already pulled the trigger. To my relief, his plane jolted back, causing it to miss. But it did hit something else, the engine. I didn't even have the chance to even call out his name as it was already running across the room. I helplessly reach out my arm as it began to lift off, moving completely out of my reach. Running towards the edge, I watch as it drops downwards then, by some miracle, began to raise itself above the city.
For a moment, I had almost forgotten about the bullet hole I made on the engine. I was in a daze. I wasn't upset anymore, I only felt a surge of pride as I watch the plane fly above the city. It was only when I saw a trail of smoke I began to panic.
"ZEPHYR!"
The plane slams against the walls of the cage and successfully bursts its way out. However, combined with the sudden brute trauma to the body and the possible damage I inflicted internally, I could only pray it for another miracle for him to make it.
But he didn't.
To my horror, and for whoever was watching from below, it exploded a minute after leaving a hole in the cage. I drop to my knees and watched as various parts of it began to fall. When I caught sight of his goggles, I dropped my gun, went on all fours and wailed in agony. I don't recall how long I had been there. The world simply disappeared, and so did my body. All I felt was remorse and shame. If it were raining today, I'm certain my tears would blend in.
From what I could recall, I was found by my subordinates, who escorted me out of the building and back to HQ. Everything was a blur, and by the time I could comprehend my surroundings, I was told by my superior I was given a temporary discharge from my duties for a week. Instead of receiving condolences, I was praised for my heroic actions, I had proven to the public why they should never attempt the same mistake as Zephyr. I wanted to shout, scream at them to take back the things they were saying about him. Then I realized something. Around a few hours ago, I viewed him the same way, a thoughtless idiot that was willing to risk his life to achieve his false form of freedom. I'm no better than them. I didn't approach him as his friend; I approached him as a cold hearted officer.
For the next few days, I drowned myself in sex, drugs, and any concocted alcoholic beverage I could get my hands on.
I wasted away just like my dad. At that point in my life, I don't even know if my dad would be proud or disappointed in me. Even after I was free to return to work, it was obvious even to them that I wasn't ready. I don't think I'll ever be. On the day I was sober, I climbed up the wall and visited the portion of the cage that still had a hole in it. No one has bothered fixing it up. The engineers feared that they lack the 'resources' and re-breathers to fix it up. I think that was just their excuse to remain as far from the cage as possible.
We were told radiation is still present on the outside, and the air is toxic because of that. The cage simply filters the air so we can breath. But standing in front of it, staring at the outside world for the first time, I knew that it was false. The only reason I'm even allowed out here is because of my badge, and that told me many things. The people I work with knew, if not, why else would an officer such as myself be given a pass at getting a closer look at the cage. Especially one, such as myself, without a re-breather.
"This world... The people that resides in it... Is just filled with lies..."
In contrast to the dull greyness which covers the city; the world outside was colorful and vibrant. I've heard of green grass, but I never knew they could come in a different color. Orange. Just starting at it reminded me of him, the one that deserved to see this. I'm not even sure how much of the outside world he saw before he died.
"You sure you should be wasting you life away life this?" A hallucination of my kid self appeared next to me. He gazes up at me curiously. "He risked everything to get to this point. He wanted you to live a free life."
"I doubt it..." I scoffed. "You heard the way he was talking. He hates us. He waited for someone willing to trapped themselves in their own feelings of revenge. He should have left. If he was more than capable before he met me, he should have done so. He'd be alive and outside, not dead and in ashes."
"Zephyr didn't want to leave without you," my younger self argued. "He said so himself! The only reason he decided to leave was because of what you said!"
Ticked off, I growled, "I only said that because it was true. I needed to do get my revenge, he was just going to get hurt if he hanged around me. He was free to do whatever the hell he wanted."
"You never told him he was a nuisance," my kid self pointed out with a sly grin.
"Yeah, I... Never did," I slowly said as the realization dawned on me.
"He always knew, that Zephyr, that you never meant to hurt him. He's used to your blunt honesty, but it's the way you said it that inflicted some pain. Though, he never hated you. He knew, just like your time with building the plane, you'll put all your effort in arresting and killing Dad's killers. You always dedicated your time and effort on one thing at a time."
"But... That was two years ago,. Why didn't he-"
Then it hit me.
"He wanted me to focus on something else," I said as the realization dawned on me. "He wanted me to put an effort into living. He just had to give me a head start."
I look to my side and found the hallucination had disappeared.
Rather, in its place were his goggles. Hesitant at first, I crouch and slowly reached for them. Tentatively picking it up, I lift it and stared straight at my reflection, or more specifically, my eyes. It's the first I've bother looking at myself on any reflective surface in a long time. Dark bags were under my eyes, my face deathly pale due to the lack of proper sunlight. My cheeks bones were even starting to show from not eating anything properly. My once saturated orange-red eyes now appeared red, almost void of emotion. For a split second, I thought I saw a reflection of Zephyr in my place, staring back at me with the same sad eyes.
"I'll live my life... That's the only effort I'll ever put into," I declare as I stood up, tightly clutching onto the goggles. "I'm never going to try too hard in doing anything ever again. Every time I do, someone suffers for it." I turn to completely face the opening.
"First my dad, who I could have protected if I hadn't put all my time and effort in making that plane. Then you, Zephyr, who I should have left with rather than putting an effort in finding my dad's killers as a policeman. Never again. The only thing I'll do is live, even if that means I have to be a lazy ass. I'll do whatever it takes to live on."
My life in this city no longer matters. If I want to live, I have to get out of here. That's what Zephyr wanted, and I'll do it. Taking several steps back, I glance over at the city one last time before shifting my attention to the world outside. With a deep breath through my nostrils, I huffed a breath as I made a dash for it. If I'm to die, then so be it. He died on the outside, so why not me?
I nearly tripped at the start due to my lack of leg training in a while, but I was able to gain and maintain the momentum. Once the ledge was near, I lift myself off the ground and made my leap of faith out of the cage. I was immediately blinded by the sun's light, so when my eyes readjusted, I found the grass quickly approaching me. Panicking, I raise my arms to protect my face and curled my legs to curl myself into a ball. The collision was painful upon impact, but the grassed see enough to act as a cushion. Gravity continued to pull my body as I found myself rolling away from my initial landing point. When I finally stopped rolling, I was on my back, my limbs sprawled on the ground and aching.
"Ow...." was all I could utter.
That was a definite leap of faith. A painful one, but luckily I survived that. Just as I was about to sit up, I heard some crunching sounds. Footsteps?
I recalled Zephyr's words, "I told you..." I tilt my head and found myself staring at a small group of people, teens not much older than I. "I have people waiting for me on the outside."
In the back was a girl with medium tanned skin and dark drown hair tied in a hight pony tail, wearing only a short t-shirt, Jean pants and leather boots. Beside her was a boy much taller than me, with pale skin and pale blue hair (also tied in a ponytail). He wore some sort of uniform, much lighter than my former police attire. Around his hips was a broadsword belt with a sword hanging from his hips.
Not too far in front of them was little boy. His hair, just as surprising as sword boy, was white but with some purple streaks. Most of his attire consists of purple and appeared a bit outlandish and, slightly, gothic. A little inappropriate for someone his age. On his arm was an arm warmer, covering most it. Wrapped around his arm was a long, silver chain. The next was some sort of dog. A really big dog, one that needs a hair cut. Standing next to it was a girl with... Animal ears and a tail?
I had to shake my head several times to comprehend what I was seeing. Concerned, she leans forwards with one hand on her knees and the other holding back her long dark brown hair. I could only confirm it was real when one tilt to the side, further expressing her emotions. They all, aside from the dog, had one thing in common. Yellow eyes.
'Are these the people Zephyr was talking about...?' I wondered as I stare at them.
I only tore my eyes away from them when a figure approaches and stands in front of me, providing me some shade from the sun. It was another boy, but unlike the others, I was unable to see his face as he wore a strange looking fox mask. Although I couldn't see his eyes, I could tell he was staring down at me. He wore a black short sleeved hoodie, a grey shirt with a weird red print on the chest, cargo pants, and combat boots. He just stares at me. This causes me to uncomfortably shift. As if realizing I sensed his eyes, he steps forward and extends a hand.
I refuse to take it and continued to apprehensively glare at him.
"Are you the new Noise?" the fox girl spoke up.
"If by some miracle I do return, you'll have to call me Noise!"
"We were told to meet him here. He didn't tell us what he looks like, but he said look for a part of him that almost blends well with the field."
I let out a small gasp. His hair. That's what he was referring to. So he was telling the truth, he isn't like me. That explains that thing he did when I ran towards him.
"So... Are you?" The fox girl tilts her head.
The only part of me that has a similar color to the grass are my eyes. I hesitated, but before I could answer, the boy with the fox mask mask something out from his bag and takes out a notebook and a pen. After writing a bit, he croached a free feet my head and held his notebook over my face.
'Do you want to see the world he wanted to show you?'
I held my breath. Did he know? Did he know that he's dead and that I'm not him? I never answered the his question, but a part of me wanted to say 'yes'. Noting my stunned silence, he turns the notebook back to him, turns the page and writes something else. When finished, he holds it up again
'Forget your old life and join me. I'll show you the things he wanted you to see.'
For second, I felt a strange feeling burning in my chest. It wasn't painful. It felt pleasant. Without thinking, I reached out to him. Somehow, I knew he was smiling behind his mask as he gently takes my hand and helps pull me to my feet. Because I used so much energy early, my legs gave out after taking my first step. The masked boy catches me in a heartbeat.
"Hehehe! Geez Sound, you're acting oddly charming today," the fox girl giggles.
My eyes widen at the familiar name.
"Sound...?" I weakly utter.
The little boy cocks a brow and questions, "Your pen pal, remember? He's been keeping an eye on you for years. Don't tell me this fox freak forgot to mention how he looks."
"No, I..." I trail off, unable to think of a proper excuse.
The boy with the blue hair interjects, "Xavier, enough. I'm certain he's tired after working tirelessly in making his escape. He's certainly not worse for wear."
The boy, Xavier, frowns and glares to the side, muttering what I can assume was an apology. Sound, while making sure I kept leaning against his body for support, writes in his notebook then holds it to the others. I can only guess he's mute since he hasn't said a word since we met. But why the mask? Rather than looking into it too much, I just gave up trying to understand him altogether. It already feels like I'm in a circus just being with them.
The others nod and enter what I think is a portal. I've only read them in fantasy stories, but I never thought I'd see one in reality. Especially one that appears like a door despite its crystal-like appearance. Slipping his arm down so his hand held mine, he backs away to provide me some space. I almost fell over, but the firm grip of his hand was enough to act as my support. I suddenly felt conscious of my appearance and turn my heard away, feeling a slight warmth in my cheeks. Tugging my hand, I felt myself being escorted by him as the others wait for us.
"So, what are your names?" I ask as we began to make our leave.
"My name's Ayane!" the fox girl chirps. "The kid is Xavier, the overly tanned girl is Rei, the girly boy is Perseus, the wolf here is Ulric, and the boy holding your hand is my twin, Sound!"
"I'm not overly tanned!"
"Ayane, if you address me in such a manner again, I will not hesitate but to deliver you a Knight's dishonorable form of execution." He looks my way and promptly adds, "You may call me 'Percy'. My real name tends to tie people's tongues if mentioned in conversation too often."
"You know that's not necessarily calming him down..." I jumped back when I heard the dog talk. How and WHY can it talk?
Sound secretly hands a note to me. I take it and it read:
'When we get to Avarus, you're allowed to change your appearance as much as you please. We can't exactly change your face without deforming it. It's just a suggestion you but... what would you like?'
I thought about it for a moment then touched my hair.
"It's nothing major but..."
(A/N: if anyone knows the name of the original artist for this, please tell me so I can credit them! Or at least remove in case I learn they do not want their art republished!)
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Episode 9 - ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  - Keegan
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So I talked to Coco, and both of us agreed now is not the time to flip. It was a pretty obvious choice, my last confessional was just me over thinking things but what else is new? I don’t feel bad about sticking with my og tribe (which is a strategy I usually hate) because we haven’t really had a crucible? or a split? Like it’s not like I know I’m on the bottom from previous votes, there were none. So there’s no reason for me or anyone to flip.... i hope.
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We voted Darcy out, and now the hard part begins, trying to get Mac to believe I might still work with him. Ideally what I want is a “let’s protect each other until it is time to flip” scenario, but thats a hard sell, and is also very risky
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Darcy was blindsided and voted off. Which is quite upsetting. Darcy was a great person and a close ally of mine. On the plus side Livingston was very much left out of the majority vote which means that he’s fully on our side now. I hate saying that. “Our side” “Their side”. I don’t feel like I entirely fall into a specific side at the moment. Heather and I have had great conversation and a bond of mutual trust. Even though we didn’t vote together we’re watching each other’s backs. And that’s 95% the reason I didn’t panic play my hidden immunity idol. Mac told me he also has an extra vote so that’s incredibly useful to us. Part of me is hoping Heather wins immunity again and sends me off to Oak Island. I’d like the opportunity to pick a third advantage in this game. On an interesting note Kyle is saying that Austin doesn’t feel comfortable and wants to make a move. I’m not sure I trust that so early on in the merge and so soon after immediately voting someone out. It could be a trap. And I’m back to being annoyed at Kyle. He told Livingston and Darcy to message Heather the moment she said things were quiet to Kyle. If she didn’t suspect the three of them of being a tight group she certainly did after that. I’m seriously questioning the gameplay of some of these people. It’s bizarre.
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So this morning Kyle whips out a whiteboard and starts planning shit. Calm down there. Anyways, he made a colour coded chart about “cross tribal relations”. Kyle and Livingston are connected with Coco, Dan is connected with Austin and Eric, and I’m connected with Heather. Mac has no connections apparently. So his brilliant plan is for us to win immunity and send Glo to Oak Island. So far so good, I’m down with that even though I flopped massively in the challenge and won’t be winning at all. And then he hits me with “Are you good to vote Heather?” So instead of voting of Stephen or Evan who we don’t have a relationship with, you want to vote off the one person I do have a relationship with? All this partly hinges on Austin flipping and voting off Heather because apparently Austin told Kyle he wants to make a big move. I don’t buy it but believe what you want to believe. The other big part of this plan is relying on Dan to butter up Austin and make him flip. But really why would Dan even work with us in the first place? The Kevin’s Revenge group was formed entirely to get rid of Dan and the others already out. Why is Dan suddenly with us again? If I was Dan I’d be running for the hills of Musquadibeeboo or whatever that tribe was called. All of this has shown me that it’s really Kyle who has to be voted off. He’s playing really hardcore and he has Livingston in his back pocket. That’s not a relationship I want to power through this game. So my next step is to have a nice conversation with Heather about all of this. Let her know she’s being targeted and figure out how to stop this. Also Mac mentioned he also has an extra vote and wants us to both use it to help us out this tribal but... I don’t want to use mine yet. I don’t think I need to use mine yet. We’ll have to see what happens with immunity but Coco promised me that if he wins, he’ll send me to Oak Island which would actually be great. I’d get to sit out of this messy ass vote and keep both of my advantages intact.
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So tribal last night went pretty as planned for what seemed like it was going to be messy. That morning it seemed like I was going to be the one to get votes, but I guess that I was able to take the target off my back by talking to everyone on the other side and telling Livingston I was aware of the plan for me to receive votes. Evan ended up getting their 5 votes, while the 7 of us that are in an alliance voted Darcy out. I would say that while I didn't call the shot this vote, that I can call it a good move on my part because the actions I took resulted in me not being the target. Now it's time for me to do the challenge and hope I win, because I could use a round of safety. 4
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So... drama happened. Heather called the Chatty Trio, and said apparently Austin through her name out? But Austin had already said that the other alliance was trying to vote her out? Idk that convo didnt go anywhere cause we were interrupted by Krackd Kyle leaping gracefully into the cool waters of wtf territory and giving his immunity to heather. What??? That is not smart! The only two ways that would work in his favour is if he is trying seperate himself from his alliance and form a bond with heather (bit late). OR he already has immunity from an advantage and is trying to cause drama. Thats more likely, and it does worry me, cause if Austin is trying to flip on us, he might aim for me now that heathers immune. Now i’m not as threatening as heather, I like to think I’ve played a solid sorta utr game so far in that i haven’t been overly social or strategic, but who knows. Right now I think Livingston or Keegan is the best vote, but I am looking for future flipping opportunities and Keegan has been social with me. God, this is a tough game.
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So I didn't win immunity which is annoying, but I wake up and there's a bunch of messy shit that I don't understand, like why Kyle gave immunity to Heather and why theres a rumor about Mac. Honestly I'm tired of these people because they are only extra for the sake of being extra. I don't know about the other players but I'm not voting for someone because they are the loudest player. I'm gonna figure this out and hope I'm not targeted again because I don't know where I'm at with people atm
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Today is the day when we finally blindside Austin. I've been waiting so long for this moment but now I know the time is right. I feel like so far I've been cruising by, but now is the time to put something on my resume, get control of this game, and take a threat out. Now, I just need to convince 6 other people to do the same thing.
Coco is completely on board with the Austin plan, and so is Kyle, Keegan, and Mac. Now it all comes down to Heather. I discussed the plan to her before and she wasn't completely down with it, but after I told her I had an idol she was considering it more. However, the craziness of today's vote took a huge toll on her mental health to the point where she's considering throwing it away! C'mon Heather!
Kyle taking charge of the Austin blindside is something I'll have to deal with. It was 100% my idea since day one, but I have to keep the truth lowkey, because if I don't, I could be next on the chopping block.
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Darcy went home. I’m hurt. I want revenge. I’ll get revenge. FOR NOW, Austin’s going home because me n him are snakes and I’m the Snakiest snake so he gotta go. Me and Glo have a “mutual therapist” bond where I’m the Psychologist and we give each other some intel. I think I can outsmart Glo, I absolutely love Glo with all my heart but I can’t let her get to the end. She’d win easily. I told Keegan about my extra vote then less than 24 hrs later and then Coco said apparently I had a double vote. I obviously lied about having it and make myself seem like I don’t have anything. Oops.
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Fuckkkkkk I feel I'm def the one going home.heather is telling me evan and coco have flipped on me which would be really shitty bc I thought I was close with them . I know for a fact heather is against me so that sucks . I dont know what else I could really do but I'm gonna fight til I'm gone . Atomic survivor gods be with me
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I had a video confession about this round but it wont load and it would be a whole lot to type khjkh
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I think this is my first confessional this episode and all I have to really say is: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Heather comes to me late before tribal starts by asking me, "What if Kyle is just using me you and Coco so that the 5 of them could send home whoever they want in a 5-4-3 vote (assuming Mac plays his double vote advantage)" I thought about it, and it made sense; why would Kyle want to blindside Austin so much? Why would Kyle take orders from someone other than himself? So my backup idea that I proposed to Heather is that she switches her vote to Livingston, so that there's three possible outcomes; a 5-5-2 revote Livingston goes home; a 5-4-2 vote and Livingston goes home (basically Heather is voting for Livingston to counter Mac's advantage), or everyone just sticks to the Austin plan.
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Kyle is desperately trying to get Dan to vote for Austin late, but I really don't want that. I need Dan to vote for Livingston, despite myself voting for Austin. This is because we need Dan in case the 4 OG members from the other tribe minus Dan plus Livingston decide to pick off whoever they want in a 6-4-2 vote. We can't have that; we need it to be 5-5-2. I am desperately trying to sway Dan last minute to make sure I don't get blindsided.
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So..... ugh. I’m voting out austin. I hate to do cause i love the guy and trust him with my game, but coco and evan, the silent shady ones, have flipped for no others reason than a slight change in the wind. Seriously, dumb. This is really annoying cause I wanted to get livingston and kyle out before i flipped. But now I have to work with an alliance that only 1 quarter of have spoken to me about the vote. Not good. Hopefully i can have some sort of honest reputation (me! honest! aint this a turn out for the books) and convince them next round that im a better ally than shady evan. However this just means theyre gonna keep voting us out, so maybe we just piece together our broken alliance next round.
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It's always the people scared about flipping that flip. 9-2. I was the only one voting to keep Austin when it should have been 6-5. Not one person told me to vote Austin or that Austin was the vote. Not even very last second without explanation. I didn't know my loyalty meant jackshit but here we are. All I gotta say is nice eric is gone, and everyone's about to see a new face. Prepare yourselves.
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Living Room - Jake Miller x Reader
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Requested: No Warnings: None A/N: Hi ;) This is my first fanfiction ever, so please be nice. Also english is not my first language, so it would be nice if you could excuse any mistakes too. I hope you enjoy reading it and please let me know what you think. Maybe I’ll write a part 2.
You pulled your phone out of your pocket for the seventh time that evening. You were so nervous since your childhood friend and first love Jake Miller released his new song ‘Living Room’ along with a video in which he explains the reason of this song and his search for a particular girl: You. That was now two days ago. Of course you were surprised, but you were mostly happy. After all you thought he had long forgotten about you. You grew up as best friends since you could talk basically and your friendship only grew until it changed when you were 12. He was your first crush and soon became your first boyfriend. But when you turned 15, your family moved to Germany, because your grandma there was sick and needed help. You tried to stay in touch as best as you could, but eventually the calls started to slowly become lesser and lesser. Mainly because of two reasons. One reason was of course the different time zones. The other reason was, that you were both busy with school and working on your careers. You always dreamed to be an actress and he wanted to be a singer. So you decided to call it an end one year after you moved to Germany. You both couldn’t manage the distance between each other. And now he was trying to find you. He posted a number under his video and asked you or anyone who knew you to call. You wanted to call right after you saw his video, but you were afraid that you wouldn’t know what to say, and your heart was beating faster than a shooting star when you thought about calling him. 'Shit, after all this damn years, I still love him and act like a little school girl.’ You thought to yourself. 'Pull it together y/n, you’re 24 years old.’ You took a deep breath and dialed the number. After a few seconds there was a tired sounding male voice.
“Hello?”
“Jake? Is that really you? Uhm… it’s me y/n…”
The man on the phone (Jake, you supposed, sighed deeply). “Mmm… ok. I hope you understand, that I have to ask you a few questions to be sure. I feel like I already spoke with a million girls who pretended to be y/n.”
“Yeah, sure, I understand. Ask away.” You hoped you wouldn’t screw up. You were so nervous that you couldn’t even remember your own name.
“Okay, can you tell me something only y/n would know about me?”
That was almost to easy. You thought about the question for a moment, before you said: “We had our first kiss together when we were like seven. Then with 12 we had our first 'real’ kiss. And when we were 14 we had our first time with each other… Oh and your special nickname for me was muffin, because you thought I was just as cute as one.”
“Holy shit… uhm sorry for swearing, fuck, I can’t believe I’ve actually found you. I almost gave up.”
'He has such  a beautiful voice.’ You thought. You instantly felt his calm voice and his happiness giving you more confidence, as you admitted:
“I meant to call earlier, but I was nervous as hell.”
He chuckled slightly. “Wow, I’m so happy to hear your voice again, after all these years. I missed you like crazy. God my heart is beating so fast right now. I think I might have a heart attack.”
“I hope not.. I missed you too, but I can’t actually say that I can hear your voice. It sounds strange but familiar at the same time.”
“Yeah I guess puberty hit me there.” He said in a playful tone.
You giggled. He always managed to make you laugh. Even now, when you were just speaking since only a few minutes, after almost 8 years.
“Well, tell me about you, are you still dancing?” He asked curiously.
“No, i stopped 6 years ago.”
“What, why? You were so good.”
Your heart practically melted at his compliment. It was so long since you heard something like that, that was actually meant. “Thanks. It was just a bit to much with school and stuff you know? But I started to teach myself the piano instead.”
“Thats cool. We could do a duet, I mean I play guitar and sing and you play the piano and sing too. Well at least if you didn’t forgot how to sing.” He laughed.
Your best friend and roommate y/bf came in your room and opened her/his mouth to ask you something. You pointed at your phone and waved her/him off.
“y/n? Sorry if it was to early for this kind of jokes. I didn’t meant to be rude. I know that you can probably sing better than me. It just… talking to you after this long time just comes so naturally, like we were never seperated.”
“No, no it’s alright.” You hurried to say. “My friend just came in to ask me something. I told her/him I was busy. I totally understand what you mean, I feel the same way actually.”
He let out his breath. “I’m so relieved to hear this. Honestly, I’m really glad that I finally found you.”
“Well you could have found me easier though. I mean I’m not unknown here in Germany.” You said a bit amused.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m an actress. Nothing big though, but enough that I can live quit good from it.”
“Oh my goodness, so you made it. I’ve always known you would make it some day.” You felt proud welling up at his trust in your talent.
“Yeah, well you made it too, like I was always saying.”
“I guess so. ”
“I mean, I was always your biggest fan. Right from the beginning, when you started playing the guitar with 7.”
“God no, that was horrible. Do you remember my first song? The neighbour came to knock at our door to tell my mum she should take the guitar away from her son.”
You laghed as you remembered the little boys beautiful brown eyes welling up with tears as he threw himself in your tiny arms. “Of course I remember this. You looked like a sad puppy, when you heard that. I had to tell you at least hundred times that your song was incredible and that your stupid neighbour had the baddest music taste ever, until you stopped crying.”
“That was so embarrassing.” You could practicaly see his facepalm.
“No I think it was cute. And your neighbour was really the cruelest person I’ve met my entire life. He hated kids.”
“C'mon you only liked that song, because it was about you.” He said mockingly.
“Of course… Every woman would love a song about her, no matter if it’s good or bad.”
“Uhm.. Did… did you hear the last song I uploaded?” He asked hesitantly.
“Yeah, I did.”
There was a small pause, before he added almost shyly now: “W-what do you… uhm think?”
“I think it is the most beautiful song ever. Really. I actually cried  for one hour straight, when I realized that it’s about us.”
“I cried three times. The first time when I wrote it, because I had to think about you and how easy things were back than. The second time, when I finished it. And the third time, when it was recorded. I couldn’t imagine, that I would manage to find you with this song.” You could hear the smile in his voice.
“But you did.” You simply stated the obvious.
“Yes, I did. And I’m so fucking happy about that. I never stopped thinking about you, y/n.”
“I remembered you two. I mean after all you are still my first love. And I never actually found someone as good as you.” You sighed sadly, until you admitted: “Since we broke up I had two other relationships, but they didn’t last very long, because I always compared them to you and, yeah I mean, as if anyone could ever win this competition.”
He chuckeld sheepishly. “I understand how you feel. I had one girlfriend and it lasted for a year or so, but apart from that, I just had a few dates and some sexy time but I never wanted more, because compared to you, they were all nothing.”
“Some sexy time, eh?” You said, teasing him a bit.
“Oh sure, that is the only thing you got from my confession?” He asked, playing upset.
“Haha, no it’s not… I guess distance doesn’t matter after all.”
“Yeah, I think so… I wish we could turn back the time. I mean, how the hell did we grow up so fast? Or if I can’t turn back the time, I at least want to see your face and just hold you in my arms forever.” He sounded longingly.
You said nothing. You were trying to hold back tears of joy.
“Hey, you still there, muffin?” Now he sounded concerned.
You let out a quiet sob, hearing his old nickname for you again. “…Y-yeah sorry, I … I just –”
He interrupted you. “Are you crying? Shit, I made you cry. I didn’t mean to, god honestly I can’t even make a phonecall without making a fool out of myself. I’m so sorry, really, I…”
Now it was your turn to stop his worried ramblings. “Hey, no it’s okay. Really. These are happy tears. I just really missed you and I never thought I would hear from you again, and to hear that you felt the same way all this time… that just makes me so fucking happy.”
“Aww. You still say the cutest things, muffin. I really wish I could wipe your tears away now.”
“Always the gentleman.” You let out a laugh.
“Yeah, my mom teached me how to treat girls right. You know what?”
“I’m sure you tell me right away. Because you never could hold an idea back. I doubt that this has changed over the past years.”
“You’re definetly right. I wanted to say that my europe tour starts in two month. I mean I could fly maybe two weeks earlier and we could spend some time together. You know, like back in the old days.” He said expectantly.
“Like back in the old days? That sounds like we’re 90 and just about to die.”
“Wow, your still your sarcastic, sassy self.” He chuckled lovingly. “C'mon, muffin, you know what I mean.”
“I would love to spend time with you again. I really missed our late night conversations… I missed you and me together.”
“Okay, screw it. I have a last interview in four days, but I’m just gonna cancel it and take the next flight I can get on… if that’s okay with you?”
You were jumping happily up and down on the inside, but you tried to keep it cool. “You don’t have to cancel your interview just for me, Jake. I know that you don’t have much time in your job. I know this problem from my own.”
“I know that I don’t have to do it, but I want to, y/n. I waited long enough to hear your voice. I feel like three more days until I see you would kill me. If it’s okay with you, then I’m on the plane tomorrow evening.”
“That is more than fine by me. I can’t wait to speak to you in person.” You said, happy that he wanted to see you just as bad as you wanted to see him.
You talked for hours, until it was long after midnight in Germany. It felt like you never broke the contact and your heart was almost jumping out of your chest, so much love for Jake came up in you. You fell asleep with your phone still in your hand and the last thing you heard before drifting away was Jakes beautiful voice, whispering a soft:
“Good night and sweet dreams y/n, my little muffin.”
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felord · 4 years
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SOLVED:Sudoku soln
Lab Overview This lab uses the game of Sudoku to investigate the use of logic, nested lists, and nested loops. Please download the file lab06_files.zip from the Piazza site. This includes a Python utility for reading files, and several “games”. You will use the utility function only in the final checkpoint. Until then, you will work with a given board. The Game of Sudoku Sudoku is a popular logic puzzle, often called a “wordless crossword”. There are many books and websites for Suduko. The following puzzle was taken from http://www.websudoku.com, where you can learn a bit more about the rules of the puzzle In a Sudoku solution, each row, each col, and each 3x3 block has each of the numbers 1-9 appearing exactly one time. A Sudoku puzzle starts with some of squares having numbers, and there is generally only one way the remaining squares may be filled in legally. Sometimes finding this solution is easy. Other times it seems impossible. Checkpoint 0: Double loops Before you start this lab, we will do a small exercise that will allow you to complete the rest of the lab much faster. This checkpoint is meant for an exercise and it will not be checked off. The idea is that you will need to write a few loops that simply generates pairs of values of different types. Once you have these loops in place, you can easily use them as indices for your code later. The best idea is to write them in a separate file. Try doing these both with while and for loops. 1. Write a loop to count from 0 up to 8 (all ranges inclusive from now on). 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 2. Write a loop to generate pairs of values from 0 up to 8 (basically, for each value above, you will generate a second value between 0-8). As a special challenge, I added a space and line to seperate each 3x3 block. 0,0 0,1 0,2 0,3 0,4 0,5 0,6 0,7 0,8 1,0 1,1 1,2 1,3 1,4 1,5 1,6 1,7 1,8 2,0 2,1 2,2 2,3 2,4 2,5 2,6 2,7 2,8 3,0 3,1 3,2 3,3 3,4 3,5 3,6 3,7 3,8 4,0 4,1 4,2 4,3 4,4 4,5 4,6 4,7 4,8 5,0 5,1 5,2 5,3 5,4 5,5 5,6 5,7 5,8 6,0 6,1 6,2 6,3 6,4 6,5 6,6 6,7 6,8 7,0 7,1 7,2 7,3 7,4 7,5 7,6 7,7 7,8 8,0 8,1 8,2 8,3 8,4 8,5 8,6 8,7 8,8 These will serve as the indices for the Sudoku board entries. 3. Write a loop to generate all the items in a given row, say row=2. 2,0 2,1 2,2 2,3 2,4 2,5 2,6 2,7 2,8 4. Write a loop generate all items in a single column, say column=5. 0,5 1,5 2,5 3,5 4,5 5,5 6,5 7,5 8,5 5. Finally, write a loop to generate the valid indices for the first 3x3 piece of the board. 0,0 0,1 0,2 1,0 1,1 1,2 2,0 2,1 2,2 Think about how you would modify this to generate the other 3x3 blocks. What are the starting and end indices? You can see the patterns of how we can write these loops. Now, we will use these to actually solve the lab. Checkpoint 1: Representing and Building the Board We will represent the Sudoku board as a list of lists of single character strings. Start by looking at the code in check1.py. It has an example board, stored in the variable bd. Each '.' is an empty location on the Sudoku board. The code prints the length of bd, the length of the 0-th list stored in bd, the entry in row 0, column 0, and finally the entry in row 8, column 8. Go ahead and run this code, and make sure you understand the output you are seeing. Write nested for or while loops to print the whole board on the screen. You will first go through each row with one loop, then for each row, you will go through each column using a second loop (see index range 2 from Checkpoint 0). Print each item with space on both sides, and a | after every third item and third row. Remember, you have exactly 9 rows and 9 columns. 2 Here is the expected output: ------------------------| 1 . . | . 2 . | . 3 7 | | . 6 . | . . 5 | 1 4 . | | . 5 . | . . . | . 2 9 | ------------------------| . . . | 9 . . | 4 . . | | . . 4 | 1 . 3 | 7 . . | | . . 1 | . . 4 | . . . | ------------------------| 4 3 . | . . . | . 1 . | | . 1 7 | 5 . . | . 8 . | | 2 8 . | . 4 . | . . 6 | ------------------------ Hint. Double loops can be difficult, so I recommend you start slowly and add complexity. This will also help you in the other parts. First, read each row as a list, and print each list on a single line. This is doable with a single loop. Now, add the second loop for formatting each row. Go through each item in the row with a second loop, and construct a string containing your whole line. For each item, you will append a space before and after the item, and | at the beginning and end. Once done, print this string. Now that you are printing reasonable lines, figure out how to add the | after every third column in the row. Finally, add the code to print the line of hyphens (-) as needed. Always do things in small steps, and add complexity. To complete Checkpoint 1: Show your code and output once you are finished. Checkpoint 2: Assigning Numbers to Cells Recall that the completed Sudoku board has no repeated numbers in a row, in a column, or in any 3x3 block. In Checkpoint 2, your code will ask the user of the program to enter a row (starting at index 0), a column (starting at index 0), and a number. It will then call function ok_to_add, which you must write, to check to see if the number can safely be added to that particular row and column based on the current contents of the Sudoku board. You will then either tell the user, This number cannot be added, or if it can be added, change the board and reprint it. To start Checkpoint 2, copy and paste your code from Checkpoint 1. The actual work of Checkpoint 2 is the function ok_to_add. It has quite a few checks you will need to write. For example, if the user asks to put a 2 in row 1, column 8, the function should • check if row 1 contains a 2 already, • check if column 8 contains a 2 already, and 3 • check if the 3x3 block starting at row 0, column 6 contains a 2 already. What about the location (1,8)? Well, you need to check that there is nothing there currently. But, it is better to move this check to outside of this function. This way, we can use this function for multiple purposes. For the Sudoku board from Checkpoint1, ok_to_add should return False because there is already a 2 in the 3x3 block. ok_to_add should also check to see if the row index, the column index and the number are also legal values — remember that users make typing mistakes! The function ok_to_add will have separate loops to check the row, to check the column, and to check the 3x3 block. The latter is the hardest because you need to find the lowest row and column indices in the block and then write nested loops to check all 9 locations. The code should return False immediately when it finds a mistake, but it should wait until all checking is complete before returning True. Note that when ok_to_add returns True, it does not mean that the placement of the number is actually correct. It is really just a sanity check. To complete Checkpoint 2, show a TA or mentor your code, and the results of testing a full range of possible mistakes. Checkpoint 3: Sudoku Verifier We are going to make a few changes to your code from Checkpoint 2 to complete this one. First, you will use the utility given to you to read a board from file. Prompt the user for a file name and read the board from file by importing the given code and using it the board. Next, you will write a Sudoku solution verifier by utilizing the ok_to_add function. The verification of a correct solution to a Sudoku board can be broken down into two steps: • Verify that there are no empty ('.') spaces in the board. • Verify that for every number in the solution, it is ok_to_add in its current position. For example, if there is a 3 in position (0,1), we want to make sure that ok_to_add(0,1,3,board). If all numbers are not empty and ok_to_add in their current position, then the solution is valid. Your job in Checkpoint 3 is to write the function verify_board. To verify your solution, you can use the files solved.txt, unsolved1.txt and unsolved2.txt. To complete Checkpoint 3, combine all your code into a while loop that does the following. ask user file name read board from file while (board is not solved according to verify_board): ask user for input to the puzzle if ok_to_add add value print the board When you have tested your code properly, show it to a TA or mentor. 4 Extra Challenges Here are two extra challenges for those of you who are really ambitious: 1. In theory, a Sudoku can be any NxN block grid, where N 0. The most common Sudoku is a 3x3 block board, but there do exist 4x4 and 5x5 Sudoku puzzles. As an extra challenge, rewrite Checkpoints 1b, 2 and 3 so that they support any sized Sudoku boards. You might start by modifying print_board, and include a parameter for the block_size (in an ordinary 9x9 Sudoku, block_size is 3). You can test your code with the file bigger.txt, which is a 4x4 block Sudoku. 2. If you are really ambitious, write an automatic solver. For each cell, keep a list of the possible digits that can be assigned to that cell. When there is only one possibility, say the digit 3, then 3 must be removed from the list of possible digits for the other cells in the row, in the column and in the block. The trick is to keep a list of which cells have been reduced to one entry. This solution will not allow you to automatically solve all Sudoku puzzles — multi-cell reasoning is needed for this — but it should be able to solve almost anything labeled “medium” or easier. Unfortunately, no extra credit is being offered for implementing this except for the satisfaction of great accomplishment! Read the full article
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danceofthechimera · 6 years
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Frequently Asked Questions
Hi!
So, lets get right to it…
Who the heck are you?
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Is this Single Verse? Multiverse?
Who the heck are you?
My name is PD! I like sunsets, walks on the beach… Mun is of age but I won’t be doing any smut here. That does not exclude some sensitive topics but this will mostly be SFW. I’ll tag it otherwise.
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Whats this about?
Steven Universe is an awesome, very creative (very heart wrenching), very subversive show made by Rebecca Sugar. It has an equally creative fandom and I wanted to be a part of that. That’s why I’m here doing some developing. A couple doodles here n there. I’m flexing my creative muscle and changing things up a bit.
This is a multimuse blog, meaning I have 4 additional muses to play! You can find their tags here:
gem: kinradite
gem: oregonite
gem: jaguar
gem: owyhee
gem: poppy
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Who can roleplay with you?
I hate the terms “selective” and “Mutals-Only” by the way– I will roleplay with any one who is creative and can contribute good ideas to a story.  – Any muse. Any Fandom. I can become a little unsure of myself  when it comes to being included in someone’s canon, but thats only because I need a lot of reassurance. Please PLEASE include me in your ideas.
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Memes. Opened posts. Shoot me an ask. I can plot but I prefer to be pretty spontaneous and impromptu. You can also come say hi if you want. c:
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Frequent Roleplay Partners!! Darn it, I just like making friends. I also like to see my partners rping with each other. B) Lets all just roleplay with one another. Come see the people I’m rping with! -Look at the mun stuff tag. 
CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!!! Develop your character, develop my character, heck why not both? Both is good. I can play Kinradite in pretty much any Universe, as he can strut between planes of existence (he’s just not a time traveler, wrong fandom). I am also looking for relationships. Enemies, friends, students, children, masters(teachers)- perhaps lovers but he is also in a place trying to find himself. Romance isn’t a priority. Since he was wounded, he frequently takes on the form of a Chi Wara, a chimera like creature of African folklore.  Also:
He can show up and wreck havoc, or he can show up as a guide.
He can get into the wrong hands and end up in a exhibit, or he can be prized as someone’s exotic pet. -It’ll get a little awkward of course when he remembers his more sophisticated form.
He can also show up in his warrior form as well when he recalls enough memory to but he cannot switch his form at will.
He must “die” and reform. What appearance he takes depends upon his mindset at the time.
HE NEEDS PRESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS. I would love love LOVE for someone to insert  themselves into the story I have here. He needs people to ground him (not just lovers but enemies, students, etc) so check out my  headcanons and come talk to me.
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Whats your roleplaying style? 
I personally use the “yes, and…” technique! 
A quick lesson on improvisation: when you are writing or performing with someone else, always use the yes, and technique. All you do is go with the current scenario the person is suggesting and add small ideas to it – this keeps the flow of ideas forming. Try it! It’s great practice while roleplaying. 
That being said, if you give me a random prompt and there is a 85% chance I’ll answer it. So please do. – Give me your prompts!!!! >:U
Contribute to the thread. Take it in a direction. Redirect a thread from a direction I’m taking it in. This is the way to keep me engaged in our thread, okay? Otherwise I do:
Third person narrative ONLY
Novel format (new lines and quotations) and Script format (action marks and listed characters) with minimal formatting or reaction images. I do however occasionally sketch my reaction images. You can find those at this tag: sketch rp
3-6 sentences a post - which you DO NOT HAVE TO MATCH!! Just give me something to work with.
I can do longer posts if I really like what you’re writing about. /)u(\ Please don’t be intimidated, I just really like your writing.
NPCs (Non playable characters) or additional characters to the stories that push them along. I usually have 2-3 characters in an rp. 
PRESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS (please!) come talk to me about it
Roleplaying tags- look for your tag (ask me) or your url to find your rp thread
AUS!!!!! (Alternative Universes)- He can step from one plane to another. I can also do modern stuff with him or play in other settings. Lets talk okay?
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What are you up to right now?
If you’d like to see what I’m talking about in general, check out the shit PD’s talking about. If you’d like to see what rp’s I’m doing, look at the mun stuff. It’s my goal to get my partners making verses with each other, honestly.
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Where can I learn more about your OC?
Glad you asked! Check his headcanon tag. I’ll be updating it with descriptions, pictures, drabbles, and what what as they develop. c: 
Also! Please note that I have multiple ocs! Any of my OCs or other OCs that I rp with, you can find out what I have on them by searching my tags:
“gem: [muse’s gem name]”.
Additionally, you can also check out their rps the same way by searching
“rp: [muses gem name]”.
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Is this Single Verse? Multiverse?
This rp is pretty unique in that gems live for a long ass time. They can be around for 10,000 years or so, none flat! Kinradite himself is over 7,000 years old. Ergo, I’ve split that time up into verses. 
 To put it in prospective: Kinradite and all the other gems are in one single verse because they all can live well over 2,000 years. Everyone else will be in their assorted verse. Other beings that exist this long can also show up in the other verses.
V: Pre-Rebellion
This includes the time Kin was on homeworld with his family (gemling kin!). It also includes the time when Kin and his family were working as mercenaries for the highest bidder. He is opened to taking on any job that will get him and his family more prestige at this time. Hire him on to fight or gather information. However, he’s a hot headed kid. He makes a lot of mistakes and rushes into things. This might be something whomever he’s working with will have to deal with.
V: Rebellion
Kin (and his family) are on Earth. They have broken away with home world AND the part of their clan that had no interest in growing gems in the old way on Earth. This is the time they trained and fraternized with the Crystal Gem’s Resistance. This is also the time all of the gems became intimate with the locals. They taught many cultures to farm (this was around the agricultural revolution) and they had an even more invested interest in protecting the planet. During this time they also did some final spying for the Resistance, however, sometime before the battle their loyalty to the cause was questioned by others within the resistance. This set the stage for their annihilation in battle, abandoned by the Resistance. Kin was wounded and escaped taking some pieces of his family with him.
V: Post-Rebellion
This verse starts immediately after the final battle, which was roughly 3,000 years ago from present time and lasts for those 3,000 years. Kinradite has been running during this time. His gem was partially compromised, which has effected his memory and his ability to hold his form. He spends most of his time as Chi Wara, jumping between planes of existence. He behaves quite erratically, since the battle wouldn’t have been that long ago for him. Because of his distrust and the betrayal by the Resistance, it’s difficult for him to make new connections with others during this time. Because he is constantly running, however, he will make many appearances in different places. It is possible that he may have planted some pieces of his comrades (and other fragments of gems he may have escaped with by mistake). However, his memory isn’t the best. He could have forgotten some of his charges. This verse ends once he finally decides to settle down and eulogizes some of his former clansmen. 
V: Modern
Canon Setting. Most of the items from the Post Rebellion hold true. Once Kinradite immerges it comes out that the majority of the gems who were on Earth after the last battle were corrupted. He has already planted Oregonite and Jaguar, teaching them about their predecessors in the tradition way as gems reforged by him do not emerge with a purpose. 
Poppy, one of Kin’s clan members, was discovered to survive the last battle, having been captured by HomeWorld to forge rarer gems for them. While she and he do know about each other, they have chosen to live seperately. There is now several thousand years worth of development between them, making it difficult to relate despite being the same gem type. Poppy did take Owyhee, and has recently reforged her to live with her in Southeast Asia. 
I also do AUs. Plenty of AUs.
c: You can find the list of them here: Tagged AUS
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