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hailtothemightystarwarrior · 4 months

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The Star Warrior Nutcracker Ch. 9: Sacrifice

“Keep scrubbing, snail!” daroach yelled at escargoon who was kneeling at the fairy queen’s throne with a sponge “My queen’s throne must shine! If i see a single speck of dust on it, i will wringing out your mucus and make a backscratcher out of you”

The snail squeaked as he scrubbed harder. Daroach stroked his fur as he gazed at the small throne

“Can i stop cleaning now?” escargoon asked hopefully

“Oh no, it still lacks luster”

The snail sighed “why do i even bother?”

Daroach spun around when he heard heavy breathing behind him. he grinned brightly when he saw Spinni dashed through the door with adeleine over his shoulders with Elline and dark metaknight behind him.

"You did it, Spinni!" he exclaimed. "you brought her! Finally!

"she's..." Spinni huffed, "heavier than i thought..."

Daroach scowled "How dare you say that about my future queen?! And give her to me! you're going to drop her!"

spinni collapsed as soon as he grabbed adeleine. the yellow squeaker waited to catch his breath before speaking.

"We did what you asked," Elline murmered, "now can you please give me..." spinni quickly sat up "wait, what? did you say queen?!"

The grey squeaker looked down at the young unconscious lady tucked into his arms, Immediately with the suddenness that all young maidens are prone to and leaving him beaming.He looks at the young and innocent child,sleeping peacefully,knowing she did nothing wrong, dreaming sweet dreams without care. He couldn’t repress a soft chuckle. Oh, She was adorable.”aww…sleepy girl” he crooned, gently rubs her under her chin. He had a wonderful touch, So tender and soothing.

"isn't she beautiful when she sleeps? So lovely" daroach whispered, not seeming to hear them "I Just Love To Watch Her Sleep, Look At How Pretty Her Hair Looks, Her Pajamas Are Darling"

he was cradling the young girl in his arms, gazing in awe as he brushed her gentle black hair from her sweet, peaceful face. Daroach smelled her hair, Warm and passionate, the smell of confidence. "Badump. Badump. Badump." went the girl's heart. daroach's cheek and ear was pressed up against her chest and he'd been listening to the girl's heart all day. It was soothing; it sounded like gentle ocean waves, soft and comforting. A gentle version of a waterfall. Elline And spinni's eyes widened in realization

"wait, you don't mean...?"

"Oh yes, my little friends" Daroach replied as he wrapped his cloak around her, whisking to his chambers. he cooed to humming a lullaby at every step. he laid her down gently on his vast, plump canopy bed. The material was so soft and bulky it felt like a pillow beneath Her.

"Ah, so darling, even asleep, this lovely girl is going to be my squeak queen, and will rule the land of dreams by my side" Daroach smiled, gently patting her head.

he smiled as their trinkets started glowing again. he was tempted to kiss her, but thought it would be better to wait until she was awake. Daroach noticed her enchanted paintbrush from the pocket of her robe which he gently pulled out. He examined the brush, It’s such a beautiful giveaway adeleine has. meanwhile, his spies including escargoon gave him a funny look

"um...don't talk this the wrong way, sire, but... i don't think she's your type"

daroach turned around and scowled "insult my queen again and i will turn you inside out and wear you over my shoulders.”

"Whoa, whoa, calm down!" Spinni screamed

Elline approached him, holding up her hands "Look. we did what you ask us to do isn't, can you just give me back claycia so i can go?"

the squeak king scoffed "Oh. I'm not done with you just yet, brushhead"

Elline's face fell "what? But we had a deal!"

he held up a finger “ah,ah,ah! I said that once i had the brooch, you would get your big sister back"

"Yeah, we brought her, now it's your turn to uphold your end of the bargain"

“Yes. I have her, but the brooch is still on her, and as long as it's like that, I can't touch either of them. she is the only one who can remove it. we'll have to persuade her somehow. Snail!”

escargoon went up to him and saluted

"keep an eye on my bride and inform me when she wakes up. I'll seal off this area so she can't escape. oh, and don't do anything silly with her!"

"right, Sire" escargoon squeaked, innocently patting Adeleine's head "i'll keep her safe, no sweat!"

"GET YOUR SLIMY PAWS OFF OF HER!" daroach bellowed, his eyes litterally blazing with fire.

"right!" the snail quickly retracted his hand "Sorry!"

the squeak king relaxed and turned to take one more look at his bride. He Then tucks a small blanket around adeleine like a shawl. she looks very cozy under it. As daroach began to draw the curtains around the bed, he gazed at Adeleine, who hadn’t budged an inch during this entire conversation. the child looked very cute and comfy on his featherbed, sleeping beautifully like an angel. "My poor tired lady," he thought lovingly. He blew a kiss at her, "pleasant dreams, my dear"

the squeak king turned to the paintbrush fairy

"now," he said, flashing a tooth grin, "As I was saying, I may still have some use for you yet, elline"

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Adeleine was so exhausted that her not-so-little nap lasted for nearly four and a half hours. At some point, she surfaced briefly and realized that she was in bed, but this knowledge had barely dawned on him when she was out again. Finally, in the middle of the afternoon, she managed to open her eyes. adeleine's head spun as she started to wake. she didn't remember how she had fallen asleep.

In a rare occurrence adeleine’s eyes fluttered groggily open. She turned sleepily over facing away from the light that pierced its way through the curtains, wiggling herself back into a comfortable way in the bed. adeleine couldn’t help but sigh contentedly, feeling so at ease. Her little frame sank a bit into the super plush mattress and around her shoulders, she was wrapped in the baby pink fuzzy blanket. She let out a soft sigh determined to sleep a bit longer

she herself was lying on what appeared to be sheets hewn of silk, on the fluffiest pillow she had ever felt in her life. But where was she? Adeleine had nearly drifted back off when her tired mind came to. The light filtered through the crack of the curtains around the bed, billowing the curtains with cool wind that wafted through. She rose up with sudden concern and tossed back the warm blanket and sat up. “Oh no, what time is it? I slept like a baby" she opened the curtains to reveal the outside of the bed

For a long time, she wasn’t sure where she was. Somewhere, definitely, but she had never been in this room before. It was nearly as lavish as Susie's chateau, but much more spacious, Yet here she was, wrinkling priceless sheets.

“Oh dear ,oh dear…” Adeleine yawned,stretching and rubbing her eyes.

She stayed where she was for several minutes, blinking sleepily, until escargoon peeked into the room to check on her.

“Oh good! You’re awake!”

“Oh my goodness!” adeleine gasped “you’re a snail, why aren’t you the most cutest, huggable snail I ever met!”

Escargoon blushed in spite of himself “aw shucks!” as he held his hand to get her out of the bed. Adeleine then gave him a warm, gentle embrace.

“Wow. i’m beginning to see why daroach picked you for…”

“wait,“ adeleine said jumping back. “Daroach?”

“Yeah. didn’t you know this was his castle?”

She looked back at the front of the bed she had been lying in and saw a large “D” carved onto the footboard. Its symbol it reminded her of…

“Daraoch! Oh My God!”

She dashed across the room to the door

“Uh” escargoon uttered, raising his hand “I wouldn’t do that if i were…”

She ran headlong into different directions of the hallways, into the unknown. There was nowhere else she could go. Every turn adeleine took was like a labyrinth. She can still hear the familiar voice. His good hearing could hear the sound of her footsteps. Adeleine nervously checks for dark lurking shadows in the corners,thinking that daroach is waiting to grab her. Poor Adeleine ,All she could do is run, but Which direction could she even go?

As luck have her, Adeleine finds a corner, when she’s out of breath. She braced up against the wall and tried to save her breath until she hears the voice of the squeak king

Adeleine Notices Something down the hall, It is a double doorway. She wonders where that door would take her, The way out of the castle or a room to hide from daroach .When she approached the door, adeleine slowly reach for the handle. She knows it’s now or never, until she opened it to unlock the throne room

“Yeah,” the snail chuckled awkwardly “daroach kinda didn’t want you to leave, so…”

“Oh no, i need to get out of here now!” adeleine shouted as she kept breathing nervously. “I need to get to my friends! How did I even get here?!”

“Oh, that’s right! I need to tell daroach you’re awake!”

She stopped breathing and slowly turned her head towards escargoon “No! Don’t call him here! He’s horrible!”

“Exactly why I have to get him!” he cupped his hands around his mouth “your majesty! She’s…”

His voice was muffled as adeleine covered his mouth

“No! You have to get me out of here! He’s going to take my brooch, and then he’s going to kill me!”

“Oh, adeleine, surely you don’t think of me as that cruel?”

She spun around at the voice and found herself face-to-face with the squeak king once more. She was so surprised that she stumbled backwards onto the floor. Daroach chuckled as he shook his head.

“Must we always meet like this? Me, towering over you and you, cowering in fear? Sweet, sweet, Adeleine, you have nothing to fear from me”

Adeleine pressed her back against the wall as he started circling her. She looked down, trying not to look in those cruel eyes. She shivered as he leaned over and whispered in her ear.

“You are a difficult girl to catch”

She turned her face away and weakly asked, “what do you want from me?”

“I told you. Your brooch”

She decided to be braver and squared her shoulders, still not looking at him. “Well you can’t have it. And if you try to take my brooch…well, you remember what happened last time, and this time, you won’t receive any pity from me”

She yelped as he grabbed her shoulders and spun her around to meet his furious gaze

“Oh, I considered myself as a patient creature,” he growled, “but you’re not making this easy for me! Just give me the brooch!”

“No!” Adeleine spat “You’re evil, I’ll never give it to you!”

Daroach felt like he’s ready to strangle the girl, but he took a deep breath and smiled

“My previous offer still stands. I can send you home to that drab orphanage”

“It wouldn’t matter!” she exclaimed, pushing him away. “Even if you’re telling the truth and you do send me back, my friends will still be here, and no doubt you will make them suffer! I’m not even sure you will keep your word! Monsters like you never do!”

The word “monster” pierced him like a sword and his eyes flashed red as he stormed over to her. She screamed as he gripped on her robe.

“WHY YOU NO GOOD FOR NOTHING LITTLE WENCH!” he bellowed, pushing her to the ground “YOU THINK YOU CAN BACK TALK TO ME LIKE THAT?! ME?! THE MASTER OF THE SQUEAKS?! THE MASTER OF ALL THINGS…”

He paused when he heard a soft whimper. Daroach would be able to hear little sniffs and hiccups; it was probable the girl was trying not to cry as she lay on the ground. Adeleine’s face was hidden by her black locks, but all he could see was a single teardrop plop to the floor. His heart instantly softened and he reached out his paw.

“Shhh, shhh, don’t cry…” he whispered as he gently touched her chin. He couldn’t help but draw out his handkerchief to gently wipe her tears away. He thinks she’s adorable when she cries. Her tears are like little stars falling out of her eyes and her blush makes her innocent and natural as a rose. Daroach didn’t mean to frighten her or hurt her.

Adeleine’s eyes widened in bewilderment as he tenderly lifted her head. She wanted to tear herself away, but something about his surprisingly warm gaze had her frozen in place. Why did he always have the same effect on her?

“I can make you a better offer,” he said as he lightly stroked her black hair. “You give me the brooch, and i will give you whatever your heart desires”

“Will you please spare metaknight and the fairy queen?” she asked with wide, pleading eyes

Daroach blinked “well, no, but…”

She slapped his paw away “well then there is nothing you can give me!”

He growled through his teeth and raised his paw to strike her down, but after another deep breath, he regained his composure. Then he smiled wickedly

“Oh isn’t there?” he snapped his fingers “oh, boys!”

Adeleine turned her head as a pair of squeakers burst into the room, elline is struggling in their grasp

“Elline!” adeleine cried

“Adeleine, don’…”

Daroach uses the enchanted paintbrush to draw a black streak that zipped elline’s mouth closed before she can finish. He grabbed her around her small body as a way of begging to strangle the paintbrush fairy

“Yes, we caught her along with you,” he smirked. “The colorful poinsettia? I put a spell on it. Your friend here couldn’t help but take a sniff herself” his eyes flashed red again. “I might not be able to hurt you, my beauty, but your friend here doesn't have a magical brooch protecting her”

he began to shake and strangle elline and she screamed through the sticky black line covering her mouth as she gets tortured. The sight brought adeleine to tears.

“Stop it!” she shouted “she doesn’t deserve this!”

“Oh, I’ll stop,” daroach said, strangling harder around elline’s neck, “if you give me the brooch”

Adeleine glanced solemnly at elline, who was wildly shaking her head. Her muffled cries of protest did not help her change her mind. Adeleine looked back up at daroach and sighed in defeat as she undo the button on the ribbon of her brooch.

“Alright daroach, you win,” she murmured

Daroach grinned in triumph as the brooch fell into his paw. He released his hold on elline and chuckled darkly.

“That’s a good little girl” he turned to the two squeakers “release her, boys”

The guards dropped the paintbrush fairy to the floor. Elline gasped as the sticky black line vanished from her mouth. She looked up at her friend in guilt

“Adeleine,” she breathed “what have you done?”

“I’ll tell you what she’s done,” daroach sneered, gripping the gold brooch “guaranteed that my reign will last for all eternity!”

Daorach revealed the brooch’s image of Adeleine’s parents and their baby girl. He smirked at the image “Won’t your parents feel sorry for you.”

He tossed the brooch into the air and brought out his cane to give it a deep freeze until it became solid piece Of ice.

Adeleine watched in horror as he crushed the cold brooch in his paw and it crumbled into a rain of icy dust. Adeleine dropped to the floor.

“funny,” daroach said, raising an eyebrow. “I thought it’d be harder to destroy” he shrugged “oh well. Who cares? Now there is nothing left to stop me!”

“Except maybe the nutcracker”

The squeak King darted his eyes at escargoon, who immediately regretted and jumped behind the thrones.

“Yes” adeleine said defiantly. “Metaknight will stop you! All my friends will stop you!”

Daroach laughed. “You really think your friends will come and rescue you? Given your choice of friends, I find that hard to believe”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh,that’s right, i nearly forgot,” he turned to elline and started clapping as he approached her. “Brilliant performance, elline! You nearly had me fooled!”

“Please don’t…” elline begged

“Elline, what is he…?” adeleine asked in confusion

“Haven’t you figured it out? Daroach Mocked as he put his arm around his minion. “Don’t you remember who gave you the poinsettia?”

Adeleine blinked as she looked at elline in disbelief. “No, spinni and her…”

“Oh but they did!” he chuckled as he pinched the paintbrush fairy’s cheek. “Spinni, elline, and dark metaknight had been my loyal spies this whole time! I had to get you here somehow, you see?”

More tears were coming as adeleine shook her head. “No! You’re lying! Elline, tell me he’s lying! Elline?”

Her former friend hung her head in shame “I…I’m sorry, Addy. I…I can’t lie anymore”

Adeleine said nothing, only stared at her as the tears flowed down her cheeks. Then she turned away and mutter:

“I thought you were my friend”

Elline sniffed “I was”

“Oh, don’t be so blue, brushhead,” daroach said as he ruffled her rainbow colored hair. “You don’t need friends. Friends are people who say you can trust them, until the day they stab you in the back. Of course, you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you”

She looked up at him with a hard, cold gaze. “Ok, i did what you asked. Now give me what you promised”

Adeleine turned her head a little, curious as to what this promise was

“Hmm,” daroach said, tapping his chin “I did promise you something, didn’t I?”

After a moment of thought, he shrugged. “Oh what the heck? I’m in a generous mood today. Shame though. You were such a useful asset” he sighed. “Very well. you may have your reward”

He snapped his fingers to summon the guards bringing in a pale skinned girl with baby blue hair. She wore a magenta beret as her cyan hair that covers her eyes, and magenta hairclips. Around her neck she wears a giant lilac scarf with magenta lines at the tips. Her body is dressed in an oversized purple coat covered in magenta dots. On her feet she wears a pair of magenta shoes similar to those of a jester. The sculptress also has a pair of small, floating hands. Elline’s eyes glistened at the sight of her.”

“Claycia?”

The girl in purple sweater turned and gasped “Elline”

Adeleine watched in amazement as the fairy and her big sister rushed to embrace each. A few tears escaped elline’s eyes as she ran her hands all over her sister

“Oh, claycia, are you alright? He didn't hurt you, did he?”

“eleine, I’m fine!” claycia groaned

Daroach gazed at the two crying girls embracing, it brought him tears of joy to see claycia reuniting her fairy friend. "oh, how sweet...". He couldn't help but draw of his handkerchief to gently wipe his tears away "oh, i just love tearful reunions"

As she continued hugging claycia, elline gazed at Adeleine through her tears. From that look, adeleine understood what she was trying to say.

Elline had never wanted to hurt her. She had been telling the truth about claycia and that she would’ve done anything to get her back. Daroach had manipulated her like he did everybody else

It was enough to turn adeleine’s sadness into rage

“Okay, enough with the sappy reunion! Squeakers, escort these two out. they are no longer of any use to me”

“Wha…? Claycia said. “Elleine, what’s going on?

“We’re free,” elline muttered

“But why? What happened?”

The paintbrush fairy gave adeleine one last look as the squeakers led them out of the room. “Sacrifice”

Adeleine watched until elline was gone from sight. Then she inhaled deeply as she turned her attention to the floor. Daroach’s triumphant expression diminished when he saw how broken she was. He knelt down to her and lifted her chin.

“Aw, don’t cry, my sweet,” he said softly. “ your situation isn’t all bad”

Adeleine narrowed her eyes and wrenched her head away. This action pulled at daroach’s heartstrings. This wasn’t what he wanted. He needed her to smile for him; otherwise the sight of her was just too painful.

Then he had an idea. A golden brooch identical to the one he had destroyed is in his paw.

“Look,” he said, stretching it out with his fingers. “It’s just like your old one.” he opened it to reveal the same image of her baby picture. “Except, you know, it doesn’t have the magic to defeat me. That brooch was a nuisance, but it did look lovely around that pretty neck of yours…”

He attempted to put it on her, only for her to swat it away.

“I don’t want it,” she murmured

Daroach flinched at her coldness, but he wasn’t giving up that easily. “oh , but it pains me to see you so glum, my sweet. The least I can do is…”

“I don’t want it”

“Please, let me put it on you…”

“Stop it!” adeleine screamed, snapping her head around. “just stop it! I gave you the brooch! What more do you want for me?!”

He was about to reveal his wish for her to be his queen for all eternity, but stopped himself. She was not in a condition to receive such an offer. She was angry with him, and he didn’t want her to be when he told her.

So instead, he gently brushed her hair and replied, “I have big plans for you, my dear, but believe me. It won’t be bad as you think”

The tone in his voice made adeleine shiver. Whatever he had planned for her, she didn’t think she was going to like it.

“Squeakers!” daroach called

The squeakers saluted, awaiting his command.

“Take our pretty guest to my chambers,” the squeak king ordered. “And send word to the others that the nutcracker is still at large. Bring him and his merry mates to me unharmed. I want the pleasure of destroying nut boy myself”

Adeleline gasped as the squeakers carried her

“Please, do whatever you like with me! Just don’t hurt him!”

“Really?” daroach said with a hopeful grin. “Well, We’ll Discuss that later when you’re in a better state”

Adeleine scowled in hatred. Still, he hadn’t won yet. Metaknight was still out there. She would be rescued. She was filled with so much anger that she wanted to show him that he did not own her. So she wrenched herself from the squeakers’ grip. They were about to grab her again when she held up her hands.

“I can walk myself, thank you very much”

The squeakers looked questioningly at their king, who had watched the scene in awe. It was so strange, seeing the timid little girl act so defiant. It made his admiration for her double.indeed adeline is full of wit, creativity, and surprises.

He nodded assuredly at the squeakers and they walk at a steady pace behind the girl, who was holding her nose into the air.

“Isn’t she just perfect” daroach sighed once she was out of hearing

“She’s nice,” esgargoon stated. “You know, when she’s not being held against her will.” he looked up at his master. “You sure asking her to marry you is a good idea?”

“Oh, she’ll come around, once she sees i’m not as evil as she thinks”

“Yeah? How you gonna do that?”

Daroach’s arms drooped to his sides. “I have no idea”

#daroach #kirby #adeleine

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toweroftickles · 3 years

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UNCATEGORIZED FILES: Completely Random Ticklish Character Examinations

Exploring the multiverse for ticklish test subjects is surprisingly tedious sometimes. There’s so much data to sift through, tons of organization, and you’re often stuck with the same popular victims.

It’s fun to go after underutilized, unknown, or obscure entities. As of yet these personality profiles cannot properly be sorted within existing folders.

Mary Smith (Mary & The Witch’s Flower)

Most Ticklish Spots: Arches, Belly, Knees

A kind but proud witch student…skillful, protective of own image. Can’t stand being tickled - considers it humiliating and frustrating. Post-release, will immediately curl up into a ball, or cover her stomach with her arms and pout.

Sad-sounding laughter that really lers you know that she hates it. Helplessly begs for it to stop.

Will react with fury, and fight back.

Tickle Talk: Playful teasing with plenty of giggles, if she’s the one who starts it. If enacting revenge, however, she taunts aggressively and angrily to embarrass her playmate as much as possible.

When allowed the use of magic, imaginatively utilizes tickling finger spells, as well as object manipulation and stasis.

Teased about how ticklish she is by her boyfriend Peter. Tickle fights common.

Add. Notes: Comparisons to (her contemporary) Kiki are all but inevitable - not quite as ticklish but much less open to enjoying it. Direct side-by-side comparison may be beneficial for studying the impact of magic on sensitivity.

Razor Lemay (Starlink: Battle for Atlas)

Most Ticklish Spots: Feet, Abs and Belly Button, Upper Ribcage

This no-nonsense metal band pilot is highly resistant - use stronger restraints in future. A violent thrasher. Headbanging skills came in handy when freeing herself.

Never ceased to let me know that I’m a “sick weirdo.” Consider this possibility.

Though toned and muscular, her skin is surprisingly soft. Weak to any kind of tickling.

Most effective tool: backscratchers

Has an airy laugh that is mostly gasps and wheezes; runs out of breath quickly.

Used the phrase “oh my god” more than any other subject studied so far. Offered up nonstop torrent of swearing, violent threats, and begging for mercy.

Jojo McDodd (Horton Hears A Who)

Most Ticklish Spots: Sides, Feet

Hates it. Becomes embarrassed and angry when tickled. Will frustratedly sulk rather than fight back or seek revenge.

Usually groans through teeth but can’t prevent the odd chuckle from slipping out. Skilled at holding his voice in. Press the matter further.

Involuntary reflex - noodly arm flailing if not restrained.

Very responsive to poking and light, fluttery touches.

Often depressed. His mother, Sally O’Malley (who, according to him, is also quite ticklish - investigate) used to tickle him in attempt to cheer him up, but abandoned this years ago upon realizing it bothered him.

When his younger sisters want to pester him, tickling is a go-to option.

Add. Notes: With their long, fuzzy, highly-animated fingers, natural mischievous mirth, and piano-playing aptitude, the Who species has evolved anatomy well-suited for tickling others.

Schell The Spacewitch (Yooka-Laylee)

Most Ticklish Spots: Belly, Armpits

Considers tickling to be her “one true weakness” - doesn’t hate it, but it renders her utterly incapacitated.

Has one of those hearty laughs that carries well over distances.

Feathers are very effective.

Will eagerly return the favor - once used feather tickling as an interrogation method on a fellow spacewitch.

Interplanetary adventures have put her in conflict with various alien plants and monsters, some of which accidentally tickled her with tongues or tentacles or the like - take samples for further lab testing.

Sphinx (Sphinx and the Cursed Mummy)

Most Ticklish Spots: Belly Button, Feet

The adventurous and heroic sort, he’s a little bit cocky….tickling is a good way to make him slightly less so.

A surprisingly effective technique is to tickle his stomach with his own tail. Good results.

He himself occasionally uses his tail this way to flirt with girls.

Not excessively ticklish, but ticklish enough. Will at least squirm and try to pull away.

Doesn’t show much strong emotion…more vaguely weirded out by this than anything else.

Pipirika (Magi: Adventure of Sinbad)

Most Ticklish Spots: Toes/Balls of Feet, Ribs, Inner Thighs

Unusual Ticklish Spots: Inner Elbow

Loud and rough, unrefined. But also very friendly, excitable, and loves to laugh.

Like all Imuchakk people, huge in stature and musculature. Between her large size and insistence on always going barefoot, she’s a tempting target.

If you ask if she’s ticklish, or for permission to tickle her, she’ll gladly say yes and volunteer with a big smile on her face.

That said, she frequently seems to find herself much more ticklish than she remembers.

She likes it but she’s a kicker. Hard to pin down and will not hold still. Tough restraints essential.

Will always seek playful vengeance or start a tickle brawl. Loves to tickle her brother and friends. Often giggles and laughs more than the people she tickles.

Hearty, rumbling belly laugh. Very cute.

Can’t keep a secret; will tell others if you like tickling. (Not out of malice - she thinks it’s hilarious.)

Fire (Adventurers: Masters of Time)

Most Ticklish Spots: Feet, Lower Tummy, Belly Button

Self-described as “a total tickler. You better watch out!”

Her default attack when trying to escape an enemy’s grip is to tickle them. Has done it more than once. It’s canon. So there.

Claims to have used her school’s time travel computer specifically to visit and “play tickle pranks” on famous historical figures. Seemed very excited by the multiversal capabilities of the Tower.

Spunky and playful. Very energetic. Tickle Talk: mean, merciless, and will make fun of her victims for being so ticklish and weak.

Apparently aware that her constantly-exposed belly invites tickling. Will dare others to start a tickle fight with her “because you’ll lose.”

Most vulnerable to rough tickles (especially brushes).

Always laughs wildly and tells her tickler to stop, but seems to enjoy it at less-intense levels.

Add. Notes: I like this girl. She could be very useful.

Saki Amamiya & Airan Jo (Sin & Punishment/Smash Bros.)

Most Ticklish Spots (Saki): Feet, Belly, Lower Ribcage

Most Ticklish Spots (Airan): Toes, Sides

Virtually inseparable couple. Could not tickle one without the other.

A highly skilled gymnast and gunner, Saki will jump out of his skin when tickled. Airan will lash out physically or curl up into a defensive ball.

Saki is the more ticklish of the two. He’s a live wire of sensitivity; a poke can cripple him. Has a high-pitched giggle.

Airan has a low, wailing laugh. Quickly tears up and complains about how much her tummy hurts when tickled.

Airan sometimes tickles Saki awake in the morning and teases him when he squirms.

Both hate being tickled: feel it’s a silly, embarrassing vulnerability.

Neither are particularly touchy/physical and never really tickle each other. Don’t think about it often.

Saki eventually develops Ruffian physiology after an experiment with his blood - effects of this on ticklishness unknown.

Tess Darrett (Pole Position)

Most Ticklish Spots: Arches, Armpits

Unusual Ticklish Spots: Upper Back, Under Chin

Rarely far separated from her stunt rally cars and spy technology. Exceptionally difficult to apprehend.

Resourceful and skilled in combat. Exercise caution.

Once captured by a criminal organization and interrogated with feathers to make her reveal the access codes to her stunt car computer AI, Wheels. Strong willpower - laughed and laughed but refused to talk.

Otherwise is only ever tickled by her younger sister Daisy (who reportedly is also very ticklish, and has also been interrogated to force her older siblings’ hands).

Not usually a tickler. Avoids going after her younger brother, because he’s not ticklish and would definitely get her back.

Typical sibling relationship: her brother used to pin her down and tickle her when they were kids. She hates it.

Add. Notes: If a woman who is deeply entrenched in the seedy underworld has big 70s/80s hair and often wears a jumpsuit, just assume that she’s tough but with a soft side and also very ticklish. (See also: Fujiko Mine, Carmen Boom, April O’Neil.)

Conclusions:

I might indeed be a sick weirdo. This merits further study.

Breaking character…yeah, IDK what the hell this is and I’m assuming none of you care. Just kinda wanted to blow off steam. I like weird characters that nobody else really cares about.

And why the hell do I even write some of my blog entries this way? Deliberately making things “less fun” seems kinda like a bad idea.

#tickle blog #tickling #tickle #tickling community #tickling headcanons #headcanon #tickle fic #tickle headcanon

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broken-minded-love · 3 years

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@sad-sweet-cowboah Hope you don’t mind if I start a new post here, I don’t want to prolong the debate by doing this, but I still have some things to say and the other post is getting kind of ridiculous and is hard to reply to due to it’s length. I’ll quote a few things from the original thread to keep it linked in reply and physically here for posterity. [...I know it makes me seem suspicious but I have a habit of reading things without saving them, etc...] I appreciate that you wouldn’t keep track like that, who does? However, I can’t see any credit given to HOGO or her work on your blog/story before the original call out drama in 2019? Obviously you may have done that privately, but I know how fandoms work and there’s a lot of mutual backscratching in drama’s like this so it seems impossible to truly validate any of this independently, which is a shame. Perhaps it was my mistake, but when you said you’d been inspired by HOGO’s fics I assumed she’d written a full fic. I can’t find an actual chaptered fan fic following videogame Arthur in modern times from HOGO, and nothing of him in that setting by himself. It all seems to be involving the gang too, which is quite a different dynamic to what occurs in your series and Wish Upon. I can see how it would be difficult to keep track of HOGO’s posts, even if you were trying too, because I can see dozens of drabbles, but nothing as a titled fic you could keep track of. I can also see why those little scenes and dialogs may have inspired you, but as I said I can’t see any credit for the inspiration as you claimed? Besides which, it’s all kind of a moot point, because I think the bigger issue seems to be less about the initial inspiration and more about the timing and direct comparisons that can be drawn between your series and Wish Upon. [...I also included the-awkward-outlaw’s series as an example since you mentioned previously that it’s a “very niche” topic when it’s more popular than one would think. ...] Well, yes, it is now, but it wasn’t to begin with. Ever since the onset of this drama, I’ve only seen a tiny handful of attempts at covering Arthur in the modern world in a fic, which still makes it niche when you compare to the volume of repeated themes in Red Dead fics over all. It was a completely non existent plotline (at least on AO3/FFNET) in October ‘18 through Jan ‘19, and the game had been out for three months already when @miss-oscurita published Wish Upon. Yet no one had stepped up to bring us a story covering the concept of video game Arthur alive in 2018/9. The reason Wish Upon hooked me personally, was because it was completely different to the numerous “damsel in distress”, “highborn babe”, “tough outlaw chick” that were a dime a dozen. There was also several “modern reader goes back in time” stories too, but Wish Upon was the first incarnation of Arthur coming out of the game into the modern world, in an actual fic at least. No doubt the idea could have been circulating, but no one had actually taken the time to put it into an actual story to my knowledge. Does that mean Oscurita should hold a monopoly on the idea? Of course not, but it does explain why anything that followed Wish Upon’s publication, including TOA’s recent works, will be bound to draw comparisons simply because Wish Upon was first on the scene to cover the topic, and as a result is likely the most well known version of it. I think the real issue here isn’t who all’s covered Arthur living in modern times, it’s more the issue over the dynamic where the protag is familiar with him as a character, because the dynamic of the pairing and the story itself changes so much when it’s explored from that angle. The dynamic is also affected when the fic focuses only on the two main characters (as with the gang being in the modern world in HOGO’s concepts) especially when they are both aware he’s fictional that it’s really something that can only be done once, maybe twice at a push. And yes you’d have to be certifiable to believe ideas won’t overlap, I mean it’s going to be a really hollow story if you don’t cover things like Arthur using a microwave, or using a toothbrush and showering for the first time, or learning to drive, discovering movies and what not. However, from what I seen over the course of this matter, it seems the issue with it all lies in how and when these elements are explored in the story. I may be wrong, but I don’t think there’s ever been an issue raised with any other parts of your series beyond that of As We Meet, has there? And the issues raised over the original instalment and the rewritten piece seemed to be because it essentially follows the exact pattern of Wish Upon’s first few chapters, as we’ve already discussed.

[... I’m 99% positive the catalyst was a h-o-g-o oneshot of Arthur discovering lingerie...]

Funny that you should mention discovering lingerie when @miss-oscurita’s most recent update included Arthur discovering modern underwear for the first time. I don’t recall in which of your stories he did that?

Just in the interest of being informed, I searched HOGO’s blog and found a chapter mentioning lingerie (which I assume is the one that inspired you?) but that in itself is a classic example of how the same idea can be done by two different people and still be complete different.

Which I’m sorry to say really only further highlights why the similarities in your opening chapters are such a cause for concern.

Regardless of the inspiration, if we list the similarities we have from the original piece, and the rewrite the issues are pretty clear.

1) Young female gamer protag.

2) Modern day setting.

3) Both have adopted silver tabby cats.

4) Both have the backdrop of being alone on a stormy night.

5) Both involved with an event that brings Arthur out of the game.

6) Both aware of him as a fictional character before being a flesh and blood man.

4) Both immediately assume him to be an intruder.

5) Both think they are dreaming and pinch themselves.

6) Both use touch as a way to confirm he’s there in the flesh.

7) Both fics use the same name for animals.

8) Both fics almost immediately go on to explore Arthur showering, discovering cellphones, watching TV/movies, using a microwave, in almost the exact same order. 9) Both use some variation of the “my Arthur” device.

Then in the rewrite you make changes to also include:

10) Both use his horse to confirm he’s ripped straight from the game.

11) Both use extremely similar types of names for the horses.

12) Both work from home, for one reason or another. Seeing it written out like that I can more understand why people have red flagged it, as it goes a bit beyond simply exploring the same concept as the likes of HOGO/TAO may be doing. I mean it was bound to flare things up to include additional similar elements. What I don’t get is, knowing how toxic the fandom is, and that you’re under the microscope over this, why you didn’t take the rewrite as an opportunity to distance yourself from those similarities? And if I’m brutally frank with you here, it does come across as a bit of “drama farming” when you know the consequences of similarities all too well. And what I still don’t get is how you’ve not managed to move away from these controversies? I’m a lot of a loser, and have kept an eye on this drama since it began and I have to say when you interjected with the other drama around Wish Upon late last year, that came across to me as looking for drama, or at least being lead to it by someone else somewhere. I don’t know where you got the tip off for that, because the post wasn’t tagged and I only saw it due to following @miss-oscurita/you on my fandom account and the other writer in question was very new to the RDR fandom and likely didn’t have much of a following. Add that to the poor wording on the announcements of your rewrites and you know, I’m sure it’s innocent on your part, but I can see why it doesn’t look good to others. I mean I could easily believe you were trying to avoid making the stories similar and accidentally included the horse thing simply because your ideas and the ideas from Wish Upon merged, because unless you’re able to keep them firmly separate in your head it’s going to happen now you know of Wish Upon. If it was me, I’d be doing my best to not give anyone any more reason to throw shit at my house. Instead you’ve somehow managed to do the opposite. The rewrite was a missed opportunity to draw a line under all the past drama, and that’s disappointing to see as a reader and a writer too. I do hope you manage to sort this all out, and that there’s no further public bashing over it all but now the seal is broken on it all it’ll be very hard to prevent the sharks smelling the tiniest drop of blood in the water.

#writing #fan fic dramas #not going to tag this for fandom to avoid inflaming the situation further #sad-sweet-cowboah #miss-oscurita

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huangels · 6 years

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i'll stay awake for you - vampire!jeno

a/n: i skipped renjun for now (reason). um i was supposed to post this last night but i literally fell asleep before i hit post fjbdjb (pls ignore typos thx bbs)

genre: fluff ?

word count: 3.8k

The stars in the night sky are nonexistent, as dense puffs of grey blanket their usual twinkle. There isn't even a moon to light the dark paths of the road, only blackness. You feel claustrophobic in the thickness of the night and soon regret not asking your older brother to give you a ride home from the local mall. You had no clue the darkness would arrive so early, texting your brother that you'll be able to walk home after buying a Halloween costume with friends. And here it is, 7:00 in the evening, and it's pitch black outside.

The chilly weather of late October doesn't help the fact you have a 20-minute walk to home. It bites at the nape of your neck, causing you to tightly wrap your long red scarf around your neck once more. The scarf only solves one problem of many as your cheeks tingle from the frosty temperature, as well as your fingers. It's a good thing you remembered to bring your coat with you or else you would've frozen to death out here.

As you walk along the deserted road, you kick along a large pebble to keep you company in the lonely night. The oval-shaped pebble bounces around on the asphalt ground until it stopped in front of something. It is too dark for you to see exactly what it is but it seems like an animal. You pull out your phone, using it as a light source. With the dim light facing the creature, you can tell it's a bat, lying on its stomach with its wings spread out on either side. The bat is still breathing as you see it pulsing slowly.

Carefully, you poke the bat with a finger, testing if it's alright. The bat lifts its right wing slightly off the ground before it falls flat on the road once again. You don't know what prompts you to save the bat but the wing motion seemed as if it's telling you it is injured. Unwrapping your scarf from your neck, you gingerly pick up the injured bat and encircle the scarf around it. Poor thing must be freezing in this weather.

You speedwalk the rest way home and beeline for the couch, placing the wrapped up bat on the cushion beside the lamp. Hopefully, it will help warm up the bat.

You stand there staring blankly at it because you have no idea what the next plan of action is. Your parents won't be home until tomorrow night and your brother is spending the night at his girlfriend's house, so you can't ask them for assistance.

Going to the only trusted resource you have, you pull out your phone and search up how to take care of a wild bat. According to the internet, bats usually eat worms and insects but it's not like you have those lying around in a jar somewhere. Recalling a documentary you'd been forced to watch in biology last year, you recall that bats also eat fruits.

You make your way to the kitchen to peel and slice a banana, placing that on a plate, along with a small bowl of water.

You set that down on the coffee table in front of the couch and hope the bat will be able to eat and drink. Debating whether to call an animal rescue, you decide to wait until tomorrow to see if the bat gets better and you can release it.

After a long day, you crash onto your bed, hair damp from your shower but you don't care at this point. Your eyelids become heavy of rest and slumber takes you away.

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The harsh light of the early morning peaks through the curtains of your room, causing you to stir awake. You turn your head to read the time, 7:44 AM. Too early.

Your head plops back onto the pillow before you shoot back up, remembering the incident that had unfolded last night. You quickly get ready in the bathroom before sprinting downstairs to the kitchen to check on the bat, the nearest animal rescue number already dialed on your phone.

What comes to a shock is that the bat has disappeared. Instead, laying on the couch is a boy, young but probably older than you. His jet black hair falls over his forehead, a few strands covering his eyes. He's dressed in a plain black t-shirt and jeans with a pair of converse. Wrapped around his shoulders and up to his neck is a familiar red scarf, my red scarf.

It takes you a moment to process this before you shout, "Who are you and what are you doing in my home?"

The latter bolts awake, scrambling to take in his surroundings before falling to the floor with a low grunt. You grab the closest thing to you as a defense weapon, which just so happens to be a wooden back scratcher laying on the coffee table. Way to protect yourself, Y/N.

The boy in black rubs his head with a hand, then wincing and rests it beside him. He rolls up the sleeve of his right arm, revealing a large slash over his bicep. You gasp at the sight of his injury.

"Do you need- help?" you ask with a shaky voice, not knowing if this guy is to be trusted. And it seems as if he feels the same way as he eyes you up and down. It doesn't help that you're in a defensive stance, in your baby pink pajamas, and holding out a backscratcher as a weapon. The older raises an eyebrow, "Do you have a bathroom I can use?"

Another short exclamation leaves your mouth as you spot sharp fangs sticking out from where his human canine teeth should be. With trembling arms, you motion to the downstairs bathroom by the front door. The guy sends you a nod and walks into the bathroom, closing the door behind himself before you can get another peak.

Vampire. You've seen enough movies to know what a vampire is, though you've never believed in them. Pale skin, dark eyes, black clothing, handsome, fangs- wait did I just say handsome? Either way, he must be dangerous and you wanted to call the cops, but what are you going to report? Hey, there's a vampire in my house, come arrest this supernatural creature. They'll for sure send you to the mental asylum without further explanation.

Who else would I call though? The priest? No, he isn't a demon. Ghostbusters? No, not a ghost either-. Hold on, wasn't there a bat on my couch last night? Where did it go? He didn't eat the banana. Has the injury healed and he just flew away? Wait- injury, injury on his right wing. The vampire, right arm. You finally make the connection between the bat and the boy in the bathroom. The same-?

Before you can come up with a clarification, the bathroom door pushes open and the vampire walks out with toilet paper wrapped around his wound.

"Uh- I don't think that's a good way to patch it up," you point at his right arm. The boy looks at the ground, rubbing the back of his head. His appearance is the complete opposite of the aura he exudes (or any vampire in those movies: cold and mysterious). The boy standing in front of you is embarrassed and rather confused. He still hasn't said anything after he went into the bathroom.

"I can help you bandage the wound," you suggest out of the blue, not even processing the consequences first. You can actually die.

"Thank you," the latter finally says, his voice is low and raspy but the tone of it displays shyness. You question if the vampire is at all dangerous. If he is, you would be dead and drained of blood by now, for sure.

You relax a bit, knowing you're alright, "Here, take a seat on the couch. I'll go grab the first-aid kit."

About two years ago, your older brother cut his leg while trying to help your dad with yard work and they bought this huge first-aid kit that contains everything you need for minor injuries. Your mom taught you how to use all of the tools and medicines provided just in case anything happens again. This might not be something your mother was expecting when telling you that but at least you're prepared.

You return to the boy with the large briefcase-sized kit, setting it on the coffee table and taking the seat next to him. The sleeve is already rolled up, with the toilet paper stripped from his bicep. You gently press a wet cloth on the slit. Once you cleaned the blood off of his arm, you apply some antibiotic ointment around the wound, mumbling a warning that it's going to hurt. The latter winces at the contact of the medicine.

After that, the silence returns as you continue to disinfect it. You can feel the guy stare at you as you work, so you look up to meet his gaze. He looks away with a slight tint of pink on his cheeks. From this close, he really does look like a vampire. His skin is smooth and pure as a porcelain doll, no imperfections in sight. His eyes are as dark as the night sky you've met him, only sparkling in some areas with the help of the sunrays from the nearby living room window. His eyelashes extend out and curl up at the ends, kissing the tips of his cheeks each time he blinks. His lips, rosy and glossy, pillowy even.

You shake your head and return to the injury, hoping the short pause does not get picked up by the handsome guy. In the silence, you wonder what's different between a real vampire and one shown in movies or TV shows. In films, wounds usually heal quickly due to regeneration or something but it doesn't seem to be the case since he's probably had this injury since before last night.

The silence is eating you up, you just have to ask something, anything to understand this situation, "I...I know what you are."

Silence. That wasn't the right way to say it, Y/N. You should've started with asking for his name, come on. He might not be human but at least you can be.

"I know that you're- a vampire," you clarify since there's no turning back now.

"What makes you think that?" the older stares down at you. You stop wrapping the medical bandage around his bicep.

"Smile," you challenge, with squinted eyes.

The boy chuckles with a grin, "Touche."

"Why are you so calm with the fact that I know? Are you not suppose to keep it a secret?" you question, curiously.

"Well, I am. But how am I suppose to explain me transforming from a bat to a human," he tilts his head to the side, "oh and my fangs?"

It's your turn to say, "Touche."

"My name is Jeno by the way and thank you for the help," Jeno looks down at the tightly wrapped bandage before holding a hand out.

You take it in yours for a shake, "Y/N and it's no problem. Well maybe, I didn't expect the bat I saved to be a human too."

"If you didn't save me last night, I don't think I would've lived," Jeno stares at his hands, twiddling them. That's probably true, considering the large slash on his arm (or wing) and the freezing temperature of the late winter night.

"May I ask- how did you end up like that?"

"It was a dark and hazy night, and I flew right into a barbed fence. I tried to get to somewhere safe but landed on the ground. My vision blurred after seeing a figure, you, in a bright red scarf."

You eye the said scarf laying on the couch, you're glad you can save Jeno. You continue to ask questions about being a vampire out of curiosity, and you're beyond glad that Jeno isn't taken aback by all of your meddlings. You've learned that movie vampires and real vampires are totally different. For one, real vampires can't heal as fast as ones in the movies but they can heal small injuries. Ones like that large cut from the sharp fence are too intense for his immune system to handle, hence not being able to heal it quickly. You've also learned that Jeno cannot go out into the sun and he's more than 60 years old, which is young for the vampires he lives with.

But there is just one question that's burning to be asked, "Do you drink blood...?"

Jeno visibly tenses at the question and you fear you've gone too overboard with your inquiries. However, the latter sighs before answering, "Yes."

You don't know how to respond, remaining silent beside Jeno.

He continues, "But I only drink animal blood or blood provided by my- brother."

"You drink from your brother?" you reply, exasperated. It's more of a demand rather than a question this time.

Jeno waves his hands, eyes wide, "No, no! Not like that! He's a vampire too, he's actually not my blood-related brother but he takes care of me. His name is Taeyong, he takes care of a whole group of us vampires."

You nod in response, glad to hear that Jeno isn't the type to go around killing people for blood.

"So do you have to go back to him?" There is a slight disappointment in your tone, hoping Jeno can't sense it.

"Yeah, once the sun has set. But he's not too far from your home, actually he lives in the same neighborhood."

"Wait, I live in the same neighborhood with a bunch of vampires?"

"Eighteen to be exact, counting me."

"Well, tonight is Halloween. So I can walk you there, if you want that is."

Jeno shares a bright smile, his eyes forming lovely crescents on his face. It decorates his complexion beautifully. "Of course, I'll introduce them to you, too!"

There's a warmness in your body, it spreads like fire but isn't as intense as the hostile element. Instead, it's mellow and refreshing, bringing a radiant smile upon your face as well.

"So what's your Halloween costume?" Jeno wonders, now more comfortable with you after the three or four hours of bonding (and bandaging...and saving his life).

You criss-cross your legs to face Jeno with a chuckle, "funny enough, a vampire."

"No way, you're joking," Jeno leans back onto the couch. You reach for the bag left by the coffee table last night from your shopping trip, pulling out the vampire costume. It consists of a black Victorian (with a modern twist) dress, fishnets, a black cape, and fangs.

Jeno scoffs, "This is vampire-ist."

You raise an eyebrow at the older, stifling a giggle.

"Vampires are never dressed in black and fishnets," Jeno motions towards the dress.

"Aren't you wearing all black right now?" you tease, leaning forward at Jeno.

He breaks the eye contact, ears burnt red, "At least I don't have on fishnets."

"I'll give you that one," you return to your regular sitting position.

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The clock perched up above your couch reads 7:06 PM. You don't even realize that hours have passed while talking with Jeno. You're just so engrossed in the way he talks, his voice, and his expressions. They're all such a contrast from each other; his voice is deep and rich, his expressions are light and happy like a child, and the way he talks makes you feel soft and warm, with how he speaks about his friends, his past 60 or so years, his experiences with the different decades, and so on. Just listening to him puts you at ease. And you just can't help but stare. His sharp eyebrows leaning into the crook of his tall nose, separating his bright expression-filled eyes and under them, his prominent cheekbones, leading down to his chiseled jaw and connecting to his pointed chin, just below his kissable smooth lips.

It's weird for you to feel this way towards someone you had just met. Maybe it's the vampire aura that draws you in, like in the movies. A compulsion type of feeling. And whatever it was, you knew you had to see Jeno again.

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Jeno lets you get ready for Halloween as you lead him to the kitchen for something to eat (he can still eat human foods but it doesn't fill him up as much). You also throw him an extra cape that was for your brother, "Vampire twins!"

It doesn't take long for you to put on your costume. It's just a simple dress and cape. You omit the fishnets since they are too difficult to get into, but replace them with black tights because the weather is far below chilly. Slipping into your black combat boots and throwing a black jacket (to match the vampire theme here) over, you quickly throw on some back smudged eyeliner and red lipstick. Finally, you add the fangs.

Jeno is sitting on the kitchen counter with his small cape, eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, when you pop up from behind to scare him. The latter drops his sandwich on the plate before letting out a deep screech.

"Let's go get spooked!" you call, skipping to the front door as Jeno sends you a playful glare.

The setting is just as dark as it was last night but it isn't as lonely anymore, whether it'd be because of the hundreds of families and friends walking around surrounded by brightly lit Halloween decorations or that Jeno is by your side, mouth hanging at the multitudes of decorations and horror-themed costumes. You steal quick glances at him, smiling at how cute he reacts to Halloween.

"Have you never been out on Halloween before?" you question Jeno.

It takes a moment before Jeno returns to your question, "I haven't, I've only heard about it on TV."

You dip your head, as if asking him why. It seems like the latter understood your little action.

"Taeyong doesn't want us to get lost or scared," Jeno adds with a nervous chuckle. You resist the urge to squeeze his cheeks as his eye smile makes a comeback.

"Then, let me show you around!"

You grab his hand in yours, leading him to a street where the houses decorate their yards with the most effort, with their own homemade haunted houses and such. Throughout the Halloween experience, Jeno has never let go of your hand, holding it tightly when he gets jump scared by a decoration or costume. You give him a quick squeeze of assurance and draw him closer.

It's hilarious that Jeno is some supernatural blood-drinking beast and he gets frightened by a clown pop-up machine. Though, of course all clowns are terrifying and even you have let out multiple screams from that.

After both of you being scared to death, you decide to take a break and bring him trick or treating. "Ok, so you hold out this bucket and say 'trick or treat' and they'll give you candy!"

Jeno looks puzzled but followed my lead. We rang the doorbell, waiting for the owner to answer. You flash Jeno a small smile as the door opens revealing a woman in a mummy costume. "Trick or treat!"

"Wow two cute vampires, here you go." The nice woman drops a handful of candy in both of your buckets. You wish her a Happy Halloween and leave the premise of her home as Jeno follows along.

"See, not too bad?" you softly elbow Jeno on the arm. The older lets out a chuckle before agreeing. The both of you continue to trick or treat for another hour, stacking up so much candy that you can't fit any more in your buckets.

The night is coming to an end as the streets empty out of little kids, and the moon is highly perched up in the twilight sky. Your smile fades as you two walk in the direction of Jeno's home and Jeno mirrors your dim expression.

You finally reach the door of Jeno's grand home, a lot larger than the one you live in. Jeno turns to you with a curl of his lips, "Thank you so much, Y/N. You have no idea how much you've done for me in a short 24 hours."

It feels like a permanent goodbye even though you live 5-minutes by foot away from Jeno, "Of course, Jeno. And I'd do it again."

Jeno draws his arms around your frame, taking you by surprise before you return the hug, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder. Despite being a cold-blooded creature, his hug is warm and soothing. You can feel his heart pumping rapidly against your own chest, or maybe that's your heart.

"So who's your little friend, Jeno?" A voice breaks the contact as you both jump back in shock. At the now opened door stands a towering and handsome man, a lot older than Jeno. His dark blue-tinted hair is long, hanging over his face.

"This is Y/N, my- friend," Jeno introduces as you slightly bow as a sign of respect. You have no idea how to greet vampires, especially since you've never met one until today. The man remains in his position, leaning against the door, with a look that you're unable to decipher. Before you can react, the taller man pulls you into a brotherly bear hug, a smile spreading across his heart-shaped face.

"Welcome Y/N! It's nice to finally meet a friend of Jeno's, though it seems like he doesn't have any," the man jokes, patting Jeno in the back, "My name is Johnny."

The panic that once filled your head now dissipates at how friendly Jeno's family is. However, Jeno looks quite embarrassed at the interaction by your side.

"Oh, I'll let you two- continue with what you left off," Johnny sends a cheeky wink to the both of you before disappearing behind the front door. Yet, you know he's still listening on the other side of the door.

"I'm sorry about him, he's so embarrassing," Jeno speaks first after Johnny leaves, a hand scratching at the back of his neck. You chuckle at Jeno's flustered state, how cute.

"What did you say?" The smile plastered on your face knocks right off. Did I say that out loud?

"What?" you play dumb, "Nothing. I didn't say anything."

"No, you called me cute, I heard it."

Curse those heightened vampire senses.

After going back and forth on what you said (since the both of you are too stubborn to back down), Johnny had to come back out to tell Jeno that it's time for dinner. Though, he said dinner with obvious air quotes, which causes Jeno to get even more embarrassed. You make Jeno promise to visit you during dawn and hang out, "I'll stay awake for you."

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dramaplustautology · 5 years

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Scrambled Egg

It’s Mermay!! And this thing has no big plot, just a slice of life deal cause me and ry were talking about our OCs being mermaid princesses. Sometimes you should just talk about room decor, vague references to a bigger story that I have neither the time or skill to write :”

Hades wound himself around the Princess’ tower in his full Leviathan body, pushing his nose past the curtains into the highest bedroom. Legends sung of how he could fill the deepest trenches with his humongous form but he argued that he might be able to if he had a big lunch. The way he was now left spaces where the sun could touch the ancient stone.

The deep-sea Leviathan, Liberta, took up that space and nestled his chin on top of Hades’ head between his horns.

“Do you have to be this close?” Hades asked when Liberta started to stick his head into the window too. He knew they wouldn’t be able to get out without taking the wall with them.

“No.” Liberta stated, glancing at the other window he could have used to peek at the Princesses. Realizing that Hades was a little bit longer than he was, the white-scaled sea dragon stuck his tongue out to get an edge on his midnight counterpart.

On the large cushion made for five, Ryunn and Takaiko sat beneath the transparent canopy that once served as the bell of a large jellyfish. Constellations were woven into its delicate skin, glittering across it’s numerous string-like tentacles serving to cut the girls off from malicious intent.

They were appointed monarchs, allowing them to swim through the stingers without worry. If a shrimp accidentally crossed the threshold, the last thing it would learn was what evisceration was like.

On numerous occasions, Hades would take Ryunn by the collar poke his nose past the stingers to tuck the workaholic into bed. They ticked him, because he was a monster. The fact that Ryunn’s new friend could do the same worried him.

Perhaps slightly less than Takaiko’s own sea dragon trying to see if he could pick Hades’ nose with his tongue.

“I like your castle a lot more than mine.” She said, balancing a bright pink coral growing from the confines of its scallop shell flowerpot.

An array of bright seaweeds and anemones happily swayed and bloomed all over the room. The newest addition to Ryunn’s nursery was a refined lavender xenia, nestling into the chambered obsidian nautilus shell Takaiko brought from the depths as a gift.

Ryunn offered it back to her but Takaiko shook her head. As opposed to the lustrous pattern of gold-dusted blue pearls decorating Ryunn’s white hair, Takaiko had hers tied into the bio-lights of anglerfish.

Takaiko pinched one of them, saying “This isn’t the sun, they won’t survive. All of the pretty things should stay here.”

“That’s not true,” Ryunn said, flicking her tail to reach an empty rope basket hanging from the ceiling. Takaiko rolled on her stomach to get a better view of the sun making the other princess’ scales sparkle bright enough to shine through her long dress. “Sometimes, the clouds block the stars in the sky but when I look down to the valley where you live, the stars there never stop shining.”

“Those are hunting lights,” Takaiko shimmied closer to a plate of surf clams, popping the chewy snack into her fanged mouth. They caught on the shellfish’s gummy body; unaccustomed to prey that didn’t rely on thrashing and biting to survive. “But if you think they’re pretty, they’re doing a good job.”

“Oh…” Ryunn trailed off, hands brushing over the thick shell of the deep sea nautilus. It had to be thick to withstand the intense water pressure in the Midnight sea. The Apho sea was blessed with sunlight and gentle waves. Scars like the kind Takaiko had crisscrossing over her scales and stomach were virtually unheard of. “You have it hard…”

“Untrue!” Takaiko protested immediately, catching her friend looking. “I just have to keep the Abyss from eating up more of the ocean floor,” Otherwise known as the worst parts of her personality stuffed behind a sealed gate. “You though--” She bundled her long sash tighter around her waist in an attempt to keep her robes from slipping when she shot herself at Ryunn’s tail.

Pressing her face into the vivid scales, she listened to Ryunn frantically giggle that she was ticklish, unable to stop herself from squirming. There were no scars, despite Ryunn’s perilous responsibility.

Likely, if she was as reckless as Takaiko, Ryunn would disappear. No scars to show for missing skin; the Princess and her people would be taken, leaving not a trace.

“You have to keep Death out.”

Out of reflex, Ryunn glanced out the window at the endless emptiness beyond the walls of the reef. For now, the shadows just belonged to the clouds.

Finding that Takaiko was clinging to her tail like a worried guppy gripping their pillow, Ryunn released the shelf and let them both sink to where her vanity mirror stood atop the wide flat plates of a table coral.

“It can’t just be bad things out there. Look at this,” Ryunn lifted an inverted box. The ancient jewelry underneath spilled into a wide pile as a strange furry brown ball floated to the underside of the topmost shelf. “I found this after a big storm swept over the castle a week ago. There were lots of these attached to this stiff seaweed with big wide leaves that I’ve never seen before.” She offered the ball to Takaiko.

Taking ahold of the scratchy thing, the deepsea princess found that it was buoyant.

“None of my retainers knew what it was. At first, we thought it could have been an egg but it isn’t warm.”

“Eggs are supposed to be warm?” Takaiko asked, holding the ball to her nose. “Huh, I can hear pulses but I didn’t know eggs were supposed to be warm. If that’s true, there’s no blood flow, no twitching, so why does it smell good?”

The sunlit sea princess blinked at her friend, clamping her arms to her sides.

Of course Takaiko would have a stronger sense of smell; it was dark where she lived.

“Have you thought about opening it?” Takaiko asked, knocking on the shell to check if it was hollow.

The reason Ryunn was crossing her arms was because she had been playing catch with herself when Hades had almost swallowed it when he tried to play with her.

“I might have thought about it.” Ryunn wondered if a small knife could cut into the shell. Or a big rock could work.

“Make your pet bite it open.” Liberta suggested, overhearing the girls.

“I’m as much as a pet as you are literate,” Hades curled his lip, annoyed at Liberta using his tail as a backscratcher. “And if it isn’t an egg, what if it’s poisonous?”

“What if you weren’t a wuss?”

“What if we all got along!” Ryunn quickly interjected, noticing Hades gnashing his teeth. “I can open it.”

“Really?” Takaiko swam back, giving Ryunn some space.

Confused for a moment, it didn’t occur to Ryunn that Takaiko was staring, expecting Ryunn to rip the shell open with her bare hands.

Saying that she would need a tool to pry the strange object open would take three seconds but Ryunn felt put on the spot. Oh dear, was this a normal thing that monarchs could do? Her fingers would break before she’d be able to tear it apart. Even with clams, she needed to soften them in warm water. Gosh, could she use her teeth?

Though Hades was weighed down by a sleepy idiot, he knew Ryunn would instantly regret having a gap between her front teeth. He pretended to sneeze, shooting an icicle into the shell and it burst open.

A milky substance erupted from the crumbling shell, enveloping the princess in a thick white cloud.

Takaiko had been right. The contents did smell nice, but for some reason, Takaiko was screaming.

“It’s not an egg!” She slammed into her friend, knocking her to the floor. Placing a protective hand over Ryunn’s mouth to keep the milk from seeping in, Takaiko blurted “AAAAHG, are these spores!?”

Hades eyes snapped wide and he wrenched his head further into the bedroom. The wall crumbled as he instinctively threw his head over Ryunn to wall her off from the nasty sperm sack. His chin flattened both her and Takaiko, muffling their shouts and leaving cracks in the tiles.

Meanwhile, Liberta was nosing the broken pieces floating on the ceiling.

“Don’t touch that!” Hades yelled at him, recoiling at the freak darting his tongue out to touch the congealed white substance stuck to the sides of the broken shell. “I SAID DON’T TOUCH THAT.”

Liberta figured out that it wasn’t an egg or spore pouch, but he liked how Hades was freaking out so he made gross licking and slurping noises until the vanity smashed against the side of his face.

#uknow treat yoself #mermaid princess AU #Ryunn (S)#Ty (S)#using her full name instead of her nickname #liberta (s)#hades (s)

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notbang · 6 years

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43. undone

Congratulations, you’ve won this cracktastic AU to 3.09.

Rebecca Bunch has unhinged him.

Poked, prodded, reshaped, redefined and then ultimately unraveled and undone him—it’s the only explanation for his idiotic, unprofessional and decidedly dangerously-skirting-the-lines-of-illegal behaviour. Rebecca Bunch dumped him and he’s losing his goddamn mind.

It’s the only explanation Nathaniel can come up with for how he finds himself in the back of an Uber in the early hours of Saturday morning, drunkenly making out with the office administrative assistant on their way back to her apartment.

He’s well on his way to seeing double by the time he bumps into her at the bar, so it takes him a second. There’s something naggingly familiar about the mousy girl that slides into the seat next to him, struggling to get a leg up on the slightly too-high stool, her phone gripped tightly in one hand.

Nathaniel does a double-take, then groans.

“Ugh, what are you doing here? And don’t you wear glasses?”

He gestures with a splayed palm at her face, and Maya’s hand goes instinctively up to her nose then stops when she realises there’s nothing there. She has to comically raise her minuscule voice for him to hear her above the music.

“I’m trying out contacts. And binge drinking. My self-esteem is currently at an uncharacteristic low and I caved to peer pressure and crushing societal expectations regarding beauty standards and how girls should just wanna have fun. Do you eat comfort carbs now?”

He looks down at the bowl of fries in front of him and then back up at her face. If he squints a little it’s definitely the same girl that leaves her weird arm-shaped backscratcher lying around the office in a questionable show of hygiene but if he doesn’t then she doesn’t and that almost, concerningly, works for him.

Maya looks down at her phone for a moment then huffs, shoving it aggressively into her purse.

In an unexpected twist she kisses him first, taking him by surprise so that all he can do is stare at her for a moment, her eyes impossibly close as she presses her mouth firmly against his. She makes to pull back when she realises he isn’t reciprocating but then he shuts off his brain and stumbles into her, hands grabbing blindly at whatever they can find.

He’s just a guy who’s been dumped, after all. He can’t be held responsible for his actions.

Maya is as impossibly tiny as he is tall, and the absurdity of the height difference doesn’t make it easy on either of them. He guesses she knows what he’s thinking as he trails his eyes over the surfaces of her apartment, calculating.

“My housemate has a swing,” she offers helpfully. “Clips right over the door.”

He’d be lying if he said his curiosity wasn’t piqued but he’s not sure either of them is currently coordinated enough to pull that off, and the bed is still looking like the easiest option. He steers them in what he hopes is the appropriate direction, helping her shed his shirt along the way. She’s less efficient in dealing with her dress and the confusing arrangement of undergarments beneath it, so he sits down on the end of her comforter and waits. She disappears into her walk-in robe.

“So even though this is just a one-night stand, I want you to know this bedroom is a safe space, and I don’t kink shame.”

She re-emerges wearing a pair of black Minnie Mouse ears, the pink sequinned bow fastened between them flopping down over her flushed forehead. She pushes it up in lieu of her glasses.

“It’s the best I could do on short notice. So anyway, what’s your fursona?”

He opens his mouth but no words come out because has no idea what the hell she’s talking about but he doesn’t get a chance to answer anyway because she’s on him again, launching herself into his lap with more energy than he thinks he’s ever seen her exhibit. He lets himself lean back into the mattress—she seems surprisingly happy to drive whatever the hell it is they’re doing and he figures her on top is probably the best way for them to go about this, anyway—and pats absently at his side pockets for his wallet, trying to remember if he still has a condom on hand.

Maya draws back suddenly, breathless.

“What are your feelings on three-ways? Would you participate in an MMF or no? As a loud and proud bisexual woman I definitely enjoy the MFF dynamic and feel like the alternative could be a bit much to deal with but I try to keep an open mind.”

He scrunches his face up and twists his head back on the pillows, heaving a heavy sigh.

“I don’t…” He shakes his head. “Do you always talk this much?”

“My friends tell me I’m a rambling drunk, which is why I normally stick to Shirley Temples. Sorry. Sometimes I lack boundaries and alcohol destroys the very delicate filter that holds back some of my more progressive thoughts. It’s okay, though—like I said, my apartment is a judgement free zone, so feel free to unload about whatever.”

“You need to take those off,” he says, jerking his chin up at the ears. “You barely look twelve on a good day so this is hard enough for me as it is. How old are you, anyway? You know what—never mind. As long as you’re above the age of consent, I don’t want to know.”

She slides off him, knees curling into her side.

“We ran into each other in a bar, remember?” she says, wringing the mouse ears in her hands. Then, “I think I’m having a quarter-life crisis.”

Something about the despondent look on her face reminds him briefly but agonisingly of Rebecca and he groans, scrubbing his hand over his eyes. He can’t deal with this right now.

There’s a chirrup from the nightstand and she reaches across him, narrowly avoiding elbowing him in the nose. After a minute Maya looks up from where her fist is clenching around her phone, jaw set defiantly.

“Have you ever tried cocaine?”

Nathaniel can’t get through to his guy so they settle for her bottle of peach schnapps instead, drinking out of coffee mugs, cross-legged on her living room carpet.

“You’re not missing out on much,” he assures her. “It was probably a bad idea anyway. We can not and say we did. Just tell your friends it was underwhelming. First times usually are.”

Maya downs the rest of her drink and rises to her feet. She’s pulled on his chambray shirt and she’s swimming in it, the soft blue-grey swamping her insignificant frame.

“So,” she says with renewed confidence. “Enough talking. Enough drinking. Let’s Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone this thing. Hashtag Crazy Stupid Love. Hashtag you raise me up. Hashtag the lion and the mouse. Hashtag… I’m all out of hashtags but let’s do it. Let’s go.”

“I don’t know if you know this,” Nathaniel says wryly, gazing up at her from the floor, “but you’re literally speaking another language right now.”

“You’ve never seen Crazy Stupid Love?” When he continues to stare at her blankly she tries again. “How about its seminal precursor, Dirty Dancing?”

“Ohh,” he says, pointing at her as understanding dawns on him. He pulls himself to his feet. “You want me to do the whole lift thing, right? Chicks dig that for some reason. Yeah, okay. What do you weigh, like ninety pounds? I could bench press you in my sleep. Let’s do it.”

She gauges the appropriate run-up and he catches her by the waist and hoists her over his head, surprising himself with the smoothness with which he manages to carry off the manoeuvre despite his inebriated state.

Maya lets out a tiny squeak, her small frame tensing in his hands.

He tries to peer up at her and stumbles backwards slightly, earning himself another yelp. Her eyes are scrunched tightly shut.

“Okay up there?”

“Perfect,” she insists, the high-pitch of her voice suggesting otherwise.

She doesn’t seem sure what to do with her legs and he readjusts his grip as she squirms, shifting the delicate illusion of balance he’s barely able to maintain. He realises she’s veering dangerously close to the overhead lamp and sidesteps out of its path.

“So now what?”

“Now you put me down. Only sexy.” The words come out garbled, in a tense and nervous rush. “It’s a tried and true romcom staple.”

He’s not sure he nails the brief but he manages to fumble her back to her feet without dropping her, setting her in front of him, only slightly unsteady.

“Was that seductive? Are you feeling seduced?” she asks, tugging on the hem of his shirt where it’s ridden up over her thighs.

“Sure,” he says, noncommittal. “Consider me seduced.”

When she shoves him back on the bed and crawls over him and he can’t get it up it’s absolutely only because Maya talks too much and he’s drunk too much and nothing to do with the fact that once he started earlier he now can’t stop thinking about Rebecca and the stubborn sting of her rejection, the fog of the alcohol no longer doing any good at keeping that particular hollow ache at bay.

He grits his teeth and ignores the pricking sensation in his already bloodshot eyes. This has already been an embarrassing enough hit to his ego. He’s not going to cry as well.

Maya falls asleep halfway through administering the world’s most ineffectual hand-job and Nathaniel slips quietly from the bed, oddly relieved.

He passes out on her couch and when he wakes in the morning it’s to Maya looming over him in a fluffy robe—impressive, given her stature—her arms crossed haughtily over her chest.

She’s wearing her glasses again, and it’s oddly comforting despite the circumstances.

“There’s a bunch of rolled up bills on my coffee table. Did we do cocaine in my living room last night?”

“No,” Nathaniel says, waving his hand dismissively and trying to ignore the pounding in his temples as he sits up. “I mean, we thought about it. You wanted to practice rolling twenties just in case. But that’s as far as we got. Drank a lot of schnapps, though.”

She tugs her robe tighter around her with one hand, holding up his dress shirt in the other.

“Did we…?”

“Also no,” he supplies flatly. “Not for lack of trying, but it was probably for the best.”

She gingerly hands him back his shirt and he takes it, avoiding her eyes as he slides it over his shoulders and diffidently does up the buttons.

He realises he never asked her what exactly she had going on that had sent her off on her own personal spiral in the first place. He’s satisfied he didn’t, and still doesn’t want to.

He clears his throat.

“So if we could just never talk about this whole thing ever—and I do mean ever—again, that would be great.”

He pats her awkwardly on the head as he leaves.

#this is where my asshole brain goes when we don't specify pairings #also not a microfic #sorry not sorry #crazy ex girlfriend #nathaniel plimpton #nathaniel x maya #micro story meme #my fic #otp: hilarious height difference?#hashtag the lion and the mouse

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wayward-hums · 3 years

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Backscratcher Solved

The things you believed in will stay like the needle in the eye of your son, forever, while violet lights on Christmas windows tell their young to count the stars above for the tow trucks to come.

One snap of both fingers on both hands is that quick to forget the loss of the eye for the storm. Bjork and her son on some island are editing magazines, as the newspapers cut their font accordingly.

Believe in Weimar - all the dogs that make you happy today are the cats with burnt tails at night, and that weeps you out.

Tell Eno about the sign, as present continuous couldn't be if not for being alive. Forget the Judge, he knows.

My fire is despairing in Chernobyl while the elephant's leg is laughing inside one snake turned into a wrong god.

My orange later is the new blue and black depending on the dalton in the snow.

Cilla approves of my literature beyond the thistles of the pale lilac rainbow.

Roma follow lithium when Kurt knows how right Reznor could have been if he still believed in self destruction from Lucas.

There's too much actor geometry in my systems. I think this is stolen from Ballard. Ballard who did you steal it from? Jews probably... Then I feel shameless to steal it from you once more.

If you want to find my twisted sister, my anchor has made a pact in Panjeea not to look in the eye when the Celtic ring is breaking on the middle finger.

The man hammering the anvil still sits on the fence before the oval, surrounded by coal and covered by the trees.

Pigeons not only develop a coop, they wait before the docks positioning themselves in the manner of your being and everything turns against Gira machine because his Polaroids don't match the patterns on Andy's chest.

My murder of crows never Rows M for H anymore, as the P is at composed consolidation with the Mac and cheese.

Is your purple super handed man still escaping through your husband's elbow while you stick your eye in it to see how close you are from reaching your own screw? He says quietly that they always come and so they do. They really do. I see them wandering around me in Jung and its shadows. I see stars. Little openings, usually of green glow.

My hook aura can do a cucumber before 9pm.

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Keep all lose ends, you never know whether the mercurial son won't end up trashing background music.

Your belt in hypercube can do prime numbers showing the tree that cut its own head and turned into a stone from which Pegasus took young self into nowhere.

Gabo Othala Gabo Othala Gabo Othala.

The silver lining is on your apricot.

Remember that babies are on the mint trolley so the smoke is showing you Odin from the blood to the excrement in the river.

Mondays are manic and ratty, Tuesday is for the eternal love of Thom. On Wednesdays the leprechaun is flexing the muscles, while Thursday belongs to David... and it is so low, Lou needs to cut himself in the reeds for Iggy to pop alive on television. Running around the beach with a yoggi.

Jessica's Fridays are doing shrimps in the green mile jar for a doormouse.

Weekends don't come around. Or they do when Moz is unable to look me in the eye, cursing the father.

No-one really sells the world exactly, not even my self, my voided body.

Saturday could be the moment for Nick Cave's split with Blixa if not for the fact I'm on Jupiter and she is on Pluto.

No matter how much your raisin shows, the towel will sweep the others for you on a snow creamed Marilyn kiss from three Irelands visiting to and fro and then back to young Erin again.

This is not the time for the b&w, but for the 'S' that goes onto 'M' for the demon that doesn't breathe (it lives in the idea in the hallway-room that wasn't reversed to the time before the great break)

So count to nine (hee-haw) because 13 is the number reserved for jumping Heather / feather of the church of Brigid.

Silvans blow their Peruvian pipes for Oliver to replace Stuart, like a fiver killed through my barking girl hidden within an exhibitionist gym for when we were young animal girls.

Sometimes things feel like faceless beauty looking cardinal purple for Art to go turquoise and celeste on a mean lean green sunflower pact with a-cordian Jon.

There's too much carnelian on the Fubar for the floss of Leviathan and red weather drums hiding Indian eggs on mount I donated a paper plane to cover the moon of wolves in my polar bear lying on the floor.

A misogynist chef that cooks awesome hospital food without much attitude for love sings "wo' y'all yall".

"Keep it snappy for suffragette equalizers on central Deadpool Rock Resistance", said Edith in Glasgow while singing bread melody of the morning frost in pure mist.

David lynch knows not to pull 7 for a very long time in this factory.

Sunglasses at night might help, but children of the plague have begun their surreal journey with abacus to give a three - fingered hand shakes.

Bolt the doctor in the eye of your chin.

Apples don't talk of piety when they're unafraid of the mirror iris. Ewe and Grace won't ever do the thin daughter's water scale channel in the open.

There is a teal in Argos for the Chinese salmon and eels.

We won't scratch Hungarians to bring turkey to the bridge for the anti-heroes hidden in literature's fantastic eyelashes.

Please remember the terrifying future of the freeze. Why your brother is so full of angst about spiders and machines from war of the worlds. You love him and you understand how step-ladders work now.

Although you're still around the difficulty to forgive, regardless of the amount of Tzur's Ho and purple Sign O' the Times, she must have your name.

Gather self around the time you crunched and went back to say Carlin was not just right, he was essential.

You don't want to die holding an Artaud shoe but pancreatic cancer doesn't feel appealing either. Why is it always cancer or suicide by society?

Don't slice the ear, keep the slave in the black tulip for scientists to wonder.

Japan is saving the moment of air / water release for the grainy deserted field of barley, Roxy Boney.

Yoko Ono never meant to tell me until this December that I am Pepe Pewing lasers for Hong Kong.

I am forgiven.

There is sorrow for Libby in my dust bunnies, I crumble my rib and lung.

The right side of the body hailing to the man is the realm of the dead. Live your hands separately, I told them enough.

Raspberry slipper hill on Francis the magpie turn leopard once for the Tinkerbell to off herself for Disney-Pasta with a sample of Finland for the birds on your assessment notes.

At first you may think that the weirded masked nympho is having a pact with a hoover man and denotes the conversations to the red lion man blackmailed by the pen handling yellow, 9"11 causing peckers, over and over.

I said I won't Sanchez you that white frame for Chris and John, but I allowed my blue trousers to go full circle and come back as I don't feel much like creating portals in 2005, so don't dare stealing my love.

Time and morality are so relative it feels it was me who has always been giving to the eternity; I have given flowers for the red crown that brought cracks on the crocodile pavement for ankh girl go sandman.

I have awakened you and nursed Joe in his dream on the 01/12 by spitting on my totem.

If they are looking through my right eye, my left fountain keeps flowing gum that will come back in style, since the owls have left the ward with marlboro and lassoes, Dennis Jordan won't buffalo buffalo even for the ear.

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Birds see my floaters and I don't catch black snow. One tiny spoon of Italian ice-cream wounded by an old relative (that is not with me anymore) is enough to convince Vienna of waiters.

FedEx kid told Tom who lately broke a lot of wall not to look me in the Wilson this time, one neighbour on covid19 is enough, we reckon. His son did some Buckley a while back. Who else looks like dope?

I learned that my cairn was a farmer. The one legged Alan tossed the coin to me. The deor collects no dandylion.

The tin with the stag in four A reflected the same pattern as the Rudolf before the || hallway, just like my radiator - dried bobble today.

They tried to recount me by removing my magnetic field of mice away, while adding heavier than life gravity onto my atlas that still reminds me of clear bag in Hungarian.

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When I spoke to you the first time your blonde hair and pale skin were set on fire. I love every time you move your head towards a cat caress.

Phil Spector is still reincarnating outside the window. Swayze's wife must be furious about the theft of patsy Cline into the crazy vein of my middle finger.

The teared rose on Mexican palms have led me to a higher wisdom of Armenia.

Now that I listened to you I understand the highs of organic artists better and I'm disappointed it is leaving me while the gravity of rock and roll becomes too heavy to relate to my foetus on the leash the way I could relate before.

You have to be that tall to pass my headge-row with a lion tattoo on the armpit, when you drive over the body of that girl and get away with it, buddy.

Tear for Eddie.

Who is off the nut today? I'm only playing poker cards on my brown paladium. The ancient black cat knows no Asian bullshit

Hyenas are laughing about their shimmering initiation. Bird laughs with droplets falling on my right elbow. It serves me not (back when I got scared in the restaurant chain) until I'm served Jasmine knot.

I'm that girl everyone keeps selling and that man you can't look in the eye on your right. Stop using my raspberry rabbit, it is mine!

Why do You insist on using language as if it couldn't harm you? I'm least likely to, anyway.

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From this list of uncommon OC questions.

1. What is the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

I give him three days, tops, and that’s generous. He’s a very action-oriented person, always needs to busy himself somehow. Poor Nathan would have a very anxious Stan bugging him for something to do, he’s fallen down too many YouTube rabbit holes and is going a little nuts.

4. How easy is it to earn their trust?

Stan’s optimistic and likes to hope for the best in people, but he’s also good at reading them. The second he senses ill intent in someone, it’ll take a lot of proof to win trust back.

11. How do they cope with confusion? (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc.)

Stan is not ashamed to ask questions when he doesn’t understand something. Only if a situation were short on time would he skip the crash course and just roll with what he knows and sees.

12. How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

Begs Nate to scratch it or finds anything remotely resembling a backscratcher.

18. What embarrasses them?

His own shortcomings, mostly. He’s highly critical of himself, but he keeps a lot of that inside. When he does make a mistake, he’ll go through self-flagellation before reverting to humor and eventually moving on with his life. Depends on the mistake.

Of course, Nathan can always find a way to make him turn bright red.

A. Why are you excited about this character?

Of the characters I’ve built over the years I’ve been writing, Stan is the only one that has taken me completely by surprise. I didn’t plan him as more than a passing character, yet he emerged. I continue to learn about him as I go, whereas with my other characters I carefully plan out their backstories beforehand. It’s an interesting experience, to be sure, and I can’t wait to see where he takes me.

Thanks again to @nightmares06 for asking and waiting patiently for my answer!

Feel free to send me more questions from this list if you’re curious about my OCs

#Agent Stan Baker #Stan Baker #Nathan Sullivan #OC #Sherlock gt #fanfic #Brothers Consulted #BAU

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bespectacledbellman · 4 years

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Goodbye Greens: Why I Have Left The Green Party

I haven’t always believed in progressive politics. When I was in my early teens I was a little Communist short and stout, here’s my hammer here’s my sickle, comrade. I believed everyone should be paid the same for their work and everyone can have a decent quality of life. That was great until I realised that no matter how hard I did at school I’d end up with the same fate as those who put no effort in. That wasn’t going to work.

So, I deviated further and further right until I was embracing something close to Fascism. Yes, some people are superior, I thought. After all, someone who spends their time learning and bettering themselves deserves to earn more, deserves to have more rights, deserves to have a greater say in how the country works. Again, this logic was fine until I realised that modern society can only exist if people aren’t superior to one another. We need non-academic people happy to work in our shops, farm our land, fix our cars to keep the doctors and teachers and writers and philosophers and artists going. Academia doesn’t equate with capability.

I therefore managed to find my political worldview crushed between these two illogical tenets. What this resulted in was a pragmatic left-liberalism with a few traces of quasi-Fascism. Wondering how to square this circle I endeavoured to approach each political party at my own pace. I found that Labour and the Liberal Democrats could cater to the heart, but their sometimes pie-in-the-sky thinking coupled with the anti-Blairite counterrevolution concludd with senseless policy – if, indeed, policy was ever forthcoming. On the other hand, the Conservatives seemed to be fighting for the centre ground I called home: an economic policy that was, sometimes, unfair and unflinching, but otherwise their policies fostered progressive social reforms. Cameron’s mob would neither give to the poor nor steal from the rich, but what Robin Hood’s merry men did in their own time was no concern of theirs.

I’m not saying that their approach was successful, but four years on I wonder what the UK would look like if Cameron’s planned decade-long ministry would have culminated in.

Politically homeless, therefore, I started to judge the fringes. The Official Monster Raving Loony Party was always a laugh, but unelectable. Independents were fine too, but only at constituency level. But when I read the Green Party manifesto a couple of years ago I was enraptured. The manifesto spoke to me. Save the planet. Tick. Social reforms for equality. Tick. Universal basic income. Tick.

Nuclear disarmament? Once upon a time I was opposed to this. Who throws away their shield, I mused, when someone was pointing an arrow at your head? Of course, this metaphor is completely wrong. It should be why am I standing here holding a Molotov cocktail on the off-chance that someone throws their Molotov cocktail at me? I will still be on fire no matter whether I have one of my own or not. It’s basically revenge, wrapped in the camouflaged garb of national security. Pointless. The Greens want to abolish nuclear weapons. Tick.

Sticking to my personal policy that whenever I found a party that suited me down to the core I would support them, I became a member of the Green Party. Through financial and moral support, I argued their case to friends and family and did what I could do highlight key social and economic issues that the Greens could work to resolve. I even wore t-shirts and buttons to advocate their cause in public.

And it was sunshine and roses, pretty much, until this year they started to be, well, silly, with a few minor incidents and one big one: capitalising on the chaos in America, the Greens came out for slavery reparations.

I just think this is the wrong answer. I also believe it’s insulting to simply pay people off for the suffering caused to slaves. I also felt that the logic behind compensation for past immorality was a slippery slope: where is the line drawn? What about Ireland during the Potato Famine? India? Africa? Look at the chaos caused in China by imperialism. Drawn to its inevitable conclusion, historical compensation would bankrupt the Earth.

It was also not going to do anything to solve modern racism. Say a Green government gives a stipend to people who can prove their ancestors were slaves. I can’t say for certain, but I’d guess that large category would include at least one white millionaire. Eight generations of breeding will diversify the ultimate, current generation – as it should. I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel it’s right for a government to pay someone compensation for hardships that they may never have suffered. And for those many people who have suffered hardships, a payout isn’t justice.

As I bleat on about like a noisy sheep from dawn til dusk, education is the way we move forward. Educate our children on race and the importance of loving and respecting one another. Obviously, this is a dream, because we all know people whom we neither love nor respect – but at least teach that there are so many genuine reasons for hating people that race needn’t be a contender. Hate someone for being a bully, a snob, cruel, violent, criminal. Each of those adjectives has been attached to people of every different creed and colour through history. Why compound these valid reasons?

Take all of the money earmarked for reparations and pump it into schools. Give the UK a world-class (or world-beating, which appears to be the term in vogue nowadays) education system that teaches moral and social values, and not just the order of Henry VIII’s unfortunate spouses.

It is, in my view, a cheap ploy to capitalise on what was going on around the world in support of Black communities, to make the Green Party look like the progressive party, when in fact it looks more like throwing money at the problem and hoping it goes away. This isn’t the medieval Church, we can’t buy indulgences from our national sins. Only through repentance – education – can we be absolved.

Add to that the other cringe-worthy events that I saw manifest over the Green Party’s own social media page: notably, heralding a local councillor as a champion of his community for standing up for residents, even though he actually hadn’t any idea what he was doing and jeopardised their appeals by ignoring due process. The recent election, where as a member you vote on important roles, including roles for each individual group, but you can only vote for representatives of groups you belong to. Sounds a lot like segregation to me. As a member I should be allowed to vote for the person responsible for LGBTQ+ rights, BAME rights, migrant rights. You do not segregate policy based on membership. A white straight cis man should have the same rights as a Black lesbian trans woman. (If you disagree, read the sentence the other way around and then you will.) As a taxpayer, any decision made on, for instance, women’s rights, will affect me. If the Green Party advocated sanitary products on the NHS, I am fine with that, but as I pay money for the NHS, I should be allowed to choose who comes up with that policy. It’s short-sighted to segregate policy in this way – not that I was surprised, I’d learned that short-sighted policy was our forte.

Instead of focusing on key policies that would help the country: economic policy, ecological policy, foreign policy – all grounded in a realistic view of the world – I instead was swept up in a vortex of one-dimensional thought. Yes, if you’re unhappy with the UK selling weapons to Saudi Arabia that’s fine, but don’t start a discussion about it without mentioning the consequences of the UK not doing that. Do you think China or Russia will wield the same moral pressure on the Saudi government when they inevitably fill the gap left by the UK? A more sensible, multi-faceted policy would be to use all profits from arms sales to fund refugees and migrants from conflicts. Russia would spend its profits on ivory backscratchers.

With all this, I felt forced to leave these daydreamers and return to my pursuit of a party of pragmatic progressivism. The Green Party will never become a government or have influence with policies like these. The best policies come from heart and mind. No party really provides this, and perhaps that’s what’s wrong with modern politics. There is no haven for those in the middle who want equal rights for all but a partial repeal of human rights agreements. There is no base for those who want an enlightened justice system based on forgiveness and rehabilitation, but also desire the return of the death penalty. It may seem that these things are contradictory, but they’re not: they are practical when delivered appropriately. And if you were to sit down with someone and delve into one topic for long enough, you’d find this cognitive dissonance lies within probably all of us at some level. We all sit in the middle of the political spectrum and although we’d always like to do the right thing for the right reasons, most of us acknowledge that we sometimes have to do the wrong thing for the right reasons. We must be pragmatic in our daily lives and we must be pragmatic in our politics.

The Green Party has the progressivism, but not the pragmatism; the ideals, but not the logic; it has my heart, but not my mind. It has my sympathy, but not my vote.

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I Tried the Watermelon Diet and I’ve Never Felt Better

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I Tried the Watermelon Diet and I’ve Never Felt Better

In partnership with quip.

I feel like I have the facts wrong here, but in the sixth grade, my social studies teacher had us practice the art of the filibuster. In what should 100 percent be a game show, we were organized into some sort of pre-teen team bracket and took turns talking, yes, for as long as we could. So what does this have to do with a toothbrush? (This post is in partnership with quip; I’m getting there.)

The winner of the filibuster game was a kid named Conor. He wasn’t as focused on running out hypothetical lawmaking clocks as he was on polishing a standup routine. He had us belly-laughing in our seats; we never knew a class could be so fun. And then he spoke the sentence that I’ve yet to forget, two entire decades later:

“His teeth were all…mayonnaise-y.”

The class lost it, Conor started laughing too and the filibuster was over. I was stuck frozen in my chair. Mayonnaise-y teeth? I slicked my tongue from one top-back molar to the other. I was overcome with the desire to brush them. From that moment on, I vowed to have absolutely perfect dental hygiene.

Of course that didn’t happen. My flossing habits come and go with the moon’s cycle; I’m not a very consistent mouthwash user; I drink coffee; I do love mayonnaise; and sometimes, on very rare — I swear! — occasions, if I’m too tired, I’ll skip the pre-bed tooth scrub and overcompensate in the morning. It is on my constant to-do list to be better about my dental hygiene.

That’s why, when I realized Man Repeller was partnering with quip for a story, I jumped high into the air to participate: Me me me! I would like a travel-friendly electric toothbrush in one or both limited edition metallic shades of mint green and pink, with its own oblong space helmet that protects the bristles as it hangs out in overnight kits and straw baskets!

The team conceded, and though this wasn’t a contest, you could say I was the victor. Two new limited edition electric toothbrushes were mine, one in pink, one in green, just like a…watermelon.

Coincidence? I think not. Not only is watermelon the unofficial fruit of summer, quip dentist Dr. Hariawala said that “athough eating watermelon doesn’t literally replace brushing and flossing, its fibrous nature and high water content can help in preventing tooth decay by washing away food particles.”

(Take that, everyone who just judged my “skip nights” above.)

And from there, the self-appointed Watermelon Diet was born!

Requirements:

– Dress like a watermelon as often as possible – Embody a watermelon as often as possible – Just try brushing my teeth with some watermelon to see what it’s like – But also, bring my quip toothbrush with me everywhere and give my teeth a go after lunches – Eat watermelon and watermelon-like things – Become one with the one and only watermelon

Here’s what happened:

At first, this was harder than expected. I took “dress like a watermelon” far too literally and tried on an outfit so awful it nearly caused me to quit: a single-shouldered green and white top — the rind — plus a red skirt with brown buttons — the “flesh” (sorry) and seeds. After reevaluating what it could possibly mean to “dress like a watermelon,” I reminded myself that inspiration does not have to mean exact approximations.

Clockwise: Pepa Pombo top, Reformation skirt

Ganni pink leather jacket, Trademark green top, Stella McCartney jeans, MR by Man Repeller shoes

Anthropologie slip, Westward Leaning sunglasses, Tibi shoes, basket bag from Quip

J.Crew shirt, vintage Calvin Klein jeans shorts, Sachin and Babi earrings borrowed from Leandra

The results of round two’s soul-search-y style consultation:

– I remembered how much I like bubblegum pink and palm tree green together.

– A light pink nightgown that I haven’t had the guts to wear outside finally saw the light of day.

– I figured out the outfit-math equation for a giant pair of watermelon-colored earrings I’ve been longing to wear (add a green and white striped button-down!).

– And I busted out a winter-forgotten polka dot top because it reminded me of watermelon seeds. (You’ll see that later if you keep scrolling.)

Bambah top and vintage Calvin Klein jean shorts

Thanks to the outfits listed above, the only other thing I had to do was prioritize hydration and occasionally hang out with feta.

Sunglasses with pink lenses also helped. They gave me that watermelon-tinted-glasses outlook on life.

Oh, and I carried around a mini watermelon. It takes one to know one, I figured.

This was hard and weird, and I do not recommend it! Neither does quip, it turns out. (You can subscribe to receive actual toothpaste every three months for 5 bucks a pop, along with the brush heads — also $5.) Eating watermelon is far more fun and brushing your teeth “the normal way” far more effective — especially because I started toting my quip around just in case of photo opportunities, which meant I was encouraged to brush my teeth mid-day far more often than has ever happened.

Glad I did this one, given that I’m trying to be better about my dental hygiene and the watermelon-as-toothbrush thing didn’t totally work. The fact that the quip toothbrush was watermelon-colored not only made my teeth feel sparkly fresh after tricky salads (it has a two-minute timer that lets you know to keep on keepin’ on and when to stop), it satiated my unquenchable watermelon itch. Also, speaking of itch, vibrating toothbrushes make pretty handy backscratchers.*

*Like using watermelon instead of proper tooth-brushing, quip does not recommend the back-scratch thing, either.

You don’t have to tempt me with a good time. I ate so much watermelon, I can’t even tell you. But also, I ate watermelon-colored sorbet, watermelon and avocado (sounds weird, but it’s really good), drank watermelon juice and snacked on loads of watermelon radish. Watermelon radish rules and is also a lot of fun to play with.

Our resident makeup expert, Imani, suggested I do watermelon makeup for the watermelon diet. She selected the shades so I couldn’t mess it up and then fool-proofed the instructions. The look was not for me, aesthetically speaking, but do you see that look I’m giving my new best friend, the watermelon? It’s one of camaraderie. And a bit of flirtation.

So where do we go from here, given that the watermelon diet isn’t a diet after all but rather a lifestyle, and that I am now a fully committed loyalist? Besides the fact that I want you to know my dental hygiene is far superior than it was even a week ago thanks to quip, I would also like to declare that, at 1115 words, I believe I just won the filibuster.

Get your own quip here and show me your smiles in the comments below!

Feature photo by Heidi’s Bridge.

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Year in Review 2017

1. What did you do in 2017 that you’d never done before? I got to see HIM live in concert.

2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? Ain’t nobody got time for that.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth? no one

4. Did anyone close to you die? My former boss’ widower’s brother.

5. What countries did you visit? No traveling this time.

6. What would you like to have in 2018 that you lacked in 2017? More money.

7. What dates from 2017 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? Nov 17, the final HIM concert in North America.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? Getting better at my job.

9. What was your biggest failure? My attempts at exercise.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury? Fell down the motherfucking stairs.

11. What was the best thing you bought? A backscratcher. The best $6.00 I ever spent.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration? The voters who didn’t vote for that Alabama pedophile Roy Moore.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? The Trump administration.

14. Where did most of your money go? Utility bills, medical bills, rent and groceries.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about? The HIM concert.

16. What song will always remind you of 2017? All of H.I.M. catalogue, still.

17. Compared to this time last year, are you: (a) happier or sadder? Slightly happier. (b) thinner or fatter? fatter. c) richer or poorer? same

18. What do you wish you’d done more of? Exercise

19. What do you wish you’d done less of? Sugar

20. How did you spend Christmas? With family.

21. Did you fall in love in 2017? Still the poster child for the Forever Alone meme.

22. What was your favorite TV program? I don’t even watch TV anymore.

23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year? The whole human race.

24. What was the best book you read? Rich Dad, Poor Dad. That was the only book I managed to finish.

25. What was your greatest musical discovery? didn’t make any discoveries

26. What did you want and get? The chance to see HIM in concert.

27. What did you want and not get? A new album from HIM. Valo said it didn’t work work out. Disappointing, but such is life.

28. What was your favorite film of this year? didn’t see any.

29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? Nothing. I turned 43.

30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? A clean house.

31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2017? Still scarves!

32. What kept you sane? Music.

33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? no one.

34. What political issue stirred you the most? The clown circus in the White House.

35. Who did you miss? Friends on the west coast.

36. Who was the best new person you met? Didn’t meet anyone new.

37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2017. Fuck the world

38. Most embarrassing moment of the year: Being me.

39. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.

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#text post #year in review

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Don’t know don’t care, or am I?

4/12/2017. Unknown week of the semester (too lazy to check). I was planning to get myself into an accident if I couldn’t finished all the works lol but luckily lab report AAS extended to Wednesday xD

How I feel these past weeks since my last post here?

Still miserable, hopeless and tired. Ok so starting from here I’m going to rant about stupid things I did (just the things that I could recall bc my nonfunctional brain cannot store data more than 10 mb lol)

1. I keep delaying my lab work. I sucks at managing time. Now everything is piling up, I hope I can survive. If not, then I’ll think of a way. This voice inside me got so much brilliant ideas, heh.

2. I interrupted someone speaking. Then she got mad I think. I could’t stop thinking of how annoying I must be.

3. I slashed my wrist. Family problems made me. But then when they saw the scars, I told them the cat did it lol. A friend asked me about it too. I told her the same thing. She then asked me again why the scars got three perfect lines. Nice one.

4. I got mad at my brothers. They were so annoying. I threw everything on the floor and screamed like crazy. One of them cried. I hate it when they cried, so I hit him using my dad’s backscratcher. I hit him twice, then I locked myself in the bedroom. I felt awful. I slit my wrist again.

5. I feel like killing my brother. He purposely broke the backscratcher into two and told my dad I hit him. I told dad it was him who broke it, not me because I didn’t hit him that hard. Too mad, I couldn’t breathe. I threw things and my dad asked why. I ignored him.

6. I need to clarify things with my sv. I am so stupid I really need guidance for almost everything but she rarely in her office. Today I found out she will be going to Japan for 2 weeks, I rushed to her office. I was so scared to meet her I spent around 10 minutes calming myself. I walked away without meeting her. Fucking great.

7. I feel like running away. Every time I want to go to uni, I always feel like I don’t help much in doing the housework. When I want to do my work at night, I will did it in the living room where some of my family members sleep including me. I don’t have my own room so I have to do my work there. With the lights off, it is really hard to do my work, and I have to be as silent as possible because my dad will get up with a slightest sound I made and he will got mad and grumpy. Almost every night when I went to sleep with my unfinished work, I cried and thinking about what should I do if this keep continue. It’s been 3 semester already. I’m proud of myself for holding on.

8. I spent too much money. Actually I was trying to save money for grab car expenses because I was planning to go to clinic to get the referral letter to the main hospital. But now I’m penniless again because of foods. Now I eat like a monster, idk why.

#random

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guywithtime2kill · 7 years

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Analysis/Breakdown of 'Always BMO Closing' Hello, hello!My breakdown/analysis of 'The Wild Hunt' was quite successful yesterday, many of you appreciated my thoughts of the episode. So let's continue with the next one!Now, I'm gonna tell you right now: 'Always BMO Closing' doesn't have a whole lot to it. Oh, it's a fun episode! Don't get me wrong; but it doesn't have a lot of meat to it. There's still something that I could talk about, but not to the extent of the rest of this set.But enough of that, let's just get into it.Always BMO ClosingCan I just say the title card for this episode is kinda unnerving?I really like the opening scene with Finn and Jake goofing around while having breakfast. Know why? Because it's just the two of them finding amusement in something so incredibly mundane - I can't help but think back to the early seasons, where Finn and Jake were a lot wilder, and how much they've grown and mellowed out now. Compare this scene to the breakfast scene in 'Her Parents', and you'll see how much they've changed. This is emphasized by the lines underneath Jake's eyes - emphasizing his older age.It's cute seeing Finn and Jake feeding into BMO's dress-up/imagination games. It's been said many times in these later seasons that they now see him as "like [their] son" or a baby. The little celebration they have set up in the third act, along with Jake's hilarious dialogue there, further hammers this in.Doubly cute that Finn and Jake are happy to see Ice King bonding with BMO. Again, I'm just reminded of how much their perception of him has changed. Jake especially, like with Marceline, took a lot longer to warm up to the IK. It's been clear their change in treatment of him has changed in the later series. Despite all his craziness, we and the characters themselves know that Ice King, in truth, just wants friends - people to hang out with. We see our characters facilitating this desire in a few episodes, so it's nice that we see how treating him like a friend as opposed to an enemy is the right way to deal with Ice King.And for those of you who don't remember, Ice King is a great playmate for BMO from what we saw in President Porpoise is Missing. He's crazy enough not to question the imaginary stuff BMO does.Ice King claims his body talks to him. I wonder if that's the crown or he's just insane - either one is applicable, really."Can you believe this weather?" as opposed to "How about the weather today?" I've always liked the way BMO talks and butchers the English language. As a machine he probably has no concept of these sayings and how they are supposed to go - but in his efforts to play a role he just says what makes sense to his mechanical mind.A line he says in this episode, "These are selling like red hots," instead of hotcakes. Red hots don't really make sense (it's a powerfully spicy cinnamon), but it has "hot" in the name and that makes more sense to BMO than hotcakes - which people don't sell in Ooo, nor call pancakes. Writing dialogue for BMO must always be fun.It's quick but Ice King's got this great grin when BMO puts the apple pie in his coat. What's hilarious is I don't think BMO was giving it to him, he was just putting it away (bodies don't talk and all, remember? Plus he's in his imagination mode right now).I like Tree Trunks in this scene, and what they did with her. How, they make her seem so senile for buying a branch with a ton of money, when in reality it made a lot of sense. Tree Trunks, although she's a silly old lady, isn't outright stupid. She bought the branch so Mr. Pig would have a backscratcher, and let's be honest, they really don't need a ton of money. They seem to live pretty comfortably without having to use that roll of dollar bills (remember that Sweet P taking KoO's gold in Gold Stars was what made them expand their house).When we cut back to BMO and Ice King, there's a tree with a heart carved into it that says "TT + W" for Tree Trunks and Wyatt.After they pass by LSP, there's a tree with a television in its hole, windows, and a target with arrows in it on the adjacent tree. Is this perhaps the home of Stevie the Squirrel, #1 fan of Jake?Before they reach the ziggurat, we see the hills with furniture in the distance, where Finn and Fern played Rock, Paper, Scissors in Three Buckets.I wonder why Gumbald dug those two holes. Oh, wait! Now I remember! There were two, huge, dormant bombs lodged into the ground. And now they're gone. Oh dear.I have to say, this episode was great in feeling irrelevant and fun until they showed the ziggurat. I recognized the hills with furniture immediately though, and was filled with sudden dread. It was a great turn on its head for what would otherwise be another innocent BMO episode.When we first see the ziggurat, it has a staircase leading up to it and the surrounding cliffs were untouched. Now that is removed, there's passageways and divets scattered about the the mountains and it's covered in scaffolding and walkways. Gumbald's been busy the past month, and to me this emphasizes how he is all about utilizing the environment to advance his goals and resources, uncaring for the damage he's doing to them, or in this case, an ancient landmark. Finn may be an adventurer who raids these places, but he doesn't damage landmarks in such a way.The sentinel is Cousin Chiklay, I think. His body structure is the similar to this thing, and I think he's wearing that suit to hide his identity.The way he let's them in, vanishes, and then Gumbald comes in with an ax, I feel like the impression we're supposed to get, is they kill anyone who comes across their lair. They don't want anyone knowing they exist. Of course Gumbald let's BMO go, but he's obviously gone off the deep end. He could have easily killed this visitor and taken the teeth for himself, but, well, he's clearly mad.Some cool little tidbits of environmental storytelling in this place. At the front door, we see behind BMO a potted plant that's just beginning to go, with a trowel on the ground. At Gumbald's desk, there's a dead flower laying right there - and it was actually "alive," like it had a mouth and shit. So, someone, probably the aunt, is trying to keep the place alive in some way, keeping it look nice, while Gumbald is completely consumed in his work. Kind of like Bonnibel, eh? Except a much darker parallel that isn't for the good of people.Gumbald has unsettling tastes in decor. He has this garish furniture symbolizing a ram, or an ibex, and a dismembered statue of a man and woman. I don't want to get super analytical about that statue, it could very well be just a piece of decor, but given his goals it feels like this echoes his plans to rip his enemies apart: Finn and Bonnie.Rams symbolize leadership, determination, and action. All of these relate to Gumbald pretty well. They are also a symbol of Satan - also pretty accurate.I like how it's Ice King who worries for how Finn will feel about losing his teeth, but BMO only cares about his game.The teeth were obviously very important mementos for Finn, and BMO sold them without much care. This calls back to that subconscious fear BMO had in his nightmare from Orb - how, he sees himself as AMO, selfish and hurting Finn and Jake, but they still like him. This isn't the first time BMO's caused trouble for the boys because of his games; I don't think we'll get this addressed, but it could be building up to finally confronting this issue. Because now we have something that can't be fixed.I like how Jake thinks for a moment, acting as the mediator to keep everyone calm and think of a rational way of solving this. Cloudy really changed my perception of Jake after I first watched it - really showed that his "cool older brother" persona, while genuine, is just a covering for an individual who's wise and perceptive, even more so than Finn sometimes.Why does it suddenly get dark in the Tree Fort when the Baby Tooth Finns attack? That's so odd haha.Speaking of odd, what the blood is this? I loved how absolutely absurd the climax of this episode was - it felt like a spiritual callback to the early show, and how Bubblegum would make zany scenarios out of a miscalculation.So, judging from these things, they're supposed to kill Finn and replace him: they bite everything (like toothing babies) and one tried climbing inside his mouth. Gumbald intended for them to be grown, had they not come from baby teeth.I think he tried cloning Finn, but because he only had toothy material to work with, that's what they came out as: pure calcium."These baby-smashing hammers are great!"So, something cool about Gumbald's outfit is he looks very lordly. He didn't wear this when he died, so it looks like this outfit is what he made and plans to wear when/if he usurps Bonnie.To close off here, let's talk about the title. "Always Be Closing" is a term used in, what else, the world of a salespeople. It's a strategy in which a salesperson is looking for new prospects, ways to achieve these prospects, and complete a sale - while at the same time being aware when they've lost, and when to cut their losses and move on to the next venture.Now, it's easy to just say, "Oh they chose that because BMO is a salesman here and the title made a pun," but I feel like making BMO's newest "prospect" a salesman was a deliberate choice. Take BMO's entire deal, replace the word "salesman" with him in my explanation of the phrase "Always Be Closing," and you'll see that all of BMO's ventures akin to a salesman's are his imagination games. He's always moving on to the next after each successful "sale," but now, here, he really donked up. Although they were able to handle the attack just fine, BMO still ended up selling something that had a lot of sentimental value. We've yet to see whether Bonnie finding out about Gumbald through this incident will yield good fortune or not. For all we know, Gumbald could have given this monogram'd cup to BMO on purpose, perhaps to lure Finn and Princess to him and into a trap. We won't know until the next set of episodes!Hope you enjoyed my breakdown of this episode - it's a fun one. Nothing very special about it, it's the weakest of the four to me but that doesn't mean it's bad.I'm not sure if I will be able to do Son of Rap Bear tomorrow, but definitely Thursday if you don't see it then. I've been busy enough today as it is - I finished this across three separate sessions. We'll see.Have a nice day/evening!

#adventuretime #adventure time #finn #jake #ice king #Marceline #Candy Kingdom #cartoon #princess

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