#yazzy's works

[unfortunate-brat]

Pinky Brain | ryomen sukuna x latina!reader

pairing: guitarist!sukuna x latina!reader

synopsis: that pinky brained guitarist is the worst and you thought he was kinda hot. yikes.

warnings: sukuna drinks just vodka, no ice. angst, petty grudges, hints of bathroom sex (not you though sorry), bathroom runs, geto mention !!, slight jealousy(?), annoyance, smoking, drinking. judgmental reader, you’re a slight germaphobe, slight revenge

word count: 1k

yazzy's comments: artwork by @/su2kuna , kinda liking this format more low-key. been a hot minute since I had writing mojo and as always it's when I have stuff to do. not proofread !!

18+, must have age in bio to interact !! no minors !!

"they're a pretty good band no?" shoko questions, cigarette in hand as she leans against the bar table. they've only been playing for an hour but the crowd the band attracts only gets larger by the minute. "little bit of indie and rock, that's within your taste."

you simply shrug, watching as the girls in the crowd start to scream as the frontman leans down with the mic still in hand. it's unclear what song was being covered, but you doubt those girls even cared. "they're okay, helps that they're attractive looking." taking a sip of your drink, your eyes glance to the other band members.

a man with long black hair was on one of the guitars, fingers moving with ease to support the singer, adding in a few vocals here and there. both his ears sporting shiny purple gages and painted black nails, matching his buddy on the right with pink hair. this band member has a different guitar, your guess is something on the higher end of guitar center. the instruments alone there were an entire paycheck, if not 6 of them combined. "hold up, is that..." shoko squints her eyes, taking a better look at the drummer who's face was half covered by his long strands of blonde hair. "oh it's nanamin! i didn't know he was in this band." putting her cigarette out in the glass that still had whiskey, she reaches into her coat pocket for her phone. taking a little video before typing away on her screen. "he said a name but I couldn't remember, guess this is them." you don't really react as your focus was stuck onto the guitarist with pink hair. following his fingers as they pull the strings, tongue poking out between his lips as the beat goes faster. moving past his fingers, you see his beefy arms covered in various tattoos, some thick lines and others much smaller. a single circle on the middle of his shoulders, what they meant you weren't sure. but they looked good.

"hello, earth to you." shoko waves their hand in front of your face, wondering why you didn't really answer her question. it's obvious you're checking one of the band mates but the brunette can't tell who. "helloooo..."

with a small pinch, you hiss and turn to your friend. "okay sorry, kinda spaced out." not really but telling shoko you were eyeing a guitarist's fingers and arms wasn't a great idea. "yeah, anyways wanna meet the band after? i'm sure Nanami can let us through."

"right….anyways wanna meet the band after? i'm sure Nanami can let us through." shoko won’t really take no for an answer and you knew that.

“sure.” maybe you could look at the pink haired guitarist a little more. “i’m gonna grab another drink though.” the bartender who made your drink earlier was down the line and you preferred they did it over anyone else. plus you needed to close your tab.

walking towards the other side of the bar, you wait to be greeted by the blonde girl with a purple crop top. she’s assisting two people who looked to be underage practically, perhaps its their baby faces. your eyes catch the boy, he’s got the same hair color as one of the guitarists. maybe they were brothers?

shaking your head, you pushed the thoughts of the guitarist away. why were you so obsessed anyways?

*

you currently sat on the couch with shoko as she talks to the band mates, who’s names you’ve learned to be gojo, geto and of course nanami. the frontman was gojo, who was really tall and hyper. geto was the black haired guitarist with the purple gages in his ears. leaving nanami, the blond haired drummer who still seemed to be out of breath from earlier. they were surprised to see shoko, as apparently she recognized the other two boys from grade school. small world.

you were only taking slow sips, stuck on what to do as shoko was speaking. finding yourself unusually quiet tonight despite the alcohol buzzing in your veins.

with a small excuse me, you left the green room the band was using to use the bathroom. having to walk across the stage floor and past big groups of people who were piss drunk. not that you were that far from that point either.

with a deep sigh, you push the door open to the women’s side only to hear loud moans coming from what sounded like a girl. not uncommon in bars but did they need to do that in a bathroom? are they not worried about the germs?

unfortunately you couldn’t wait to go home and use the restroom, so you opened an unoccupied stall to relieve yourself. doing your best to shut up the excess noises of skin slapping skin, followed by ridiculous moans a pornstar might be embarrassed by.

once finished, you used your shoe to push down the lever to flush the toilet, walking back out to wash your hands. eyes glancing at yourself in the mirror just as the stall door opened on the left. one girl struggling to walk back out and attempting to pull the straps of her dress back up. looking back down trying to hold back your disdain, you continue to scrub until someone clears their throat behind you.

glancing into the mirror your eyes spot the pink haired guitarist from earlier, taking a sip of what remained of his drink. and by judging the strong scent on his breath, it’s just straight vodka. “you couldn’t fucking hold it or something?” he grumbles.

“could say the same for you, after all this is a bathroom. not a brothel.” you dry your hands with some paper towels before rolling your eyes at the guy. sure there’s something sexy about being so needy and being obsessed with one another but you couldn’t picture doing it in a bathroom. not this one at least.

scoffing, he looks away before setting his glass on the counter beside you. if looks could kill, you’d be a goner already. “what a buzzkill. you jealous or something?”

you let out a small chuckle before brushing past him for the exit, unable to provide an answer. though your laugh alone makes the guy groan, gripping onto the same countertop you were just in front of. if he saw you again, you’d be dead meat.

*

fortunately he doesn’t have to wait for long as you happened to be at the same club he was just a week later. drink in hand and chatting away with his own bandmate, geto. that bastard. taking a sip of his drink, his eyes narrow down at how geto’s eyes never left your own. sitting a little too close to you and though he usually didn’t care much, the pink haired guitarist wanted to get even.

the only reason he and geto even came here was to enjoy the rock songs being played tonight. gave the guitarist more ideas of what songs they could cover next, so long as Gojo doesn’t whine about the vocal strain.

getting a glass of wine, he waits until you excuse yourself to leave. following close behind with the drink still in hand as you beeline for the bathroom. casually bumping into you and spilling the crimson liquid all over your chest, pretending to be annoyed. “you blind now or what?”

the only reason you wanted to leave was to touch up your make up but thanks to this douchebag, everything was ruined. without thinking, you slap him and walk away. forget returning back to geto and resuming the conversation about good hair products, you were leaving.

the cold is just as cruel as it nips at your exposed skin, blowing harsh breezes as you order an uber. perhaps the black skirt and tights weren’t such a great idea for tonight. but hey, your whole outfit came together with it pre wine spill thanks to pinky brain back in there. hell you still didn’t know his damn name.

arriving home felt the worst, tossing your purse somewhere and just peeling the wine stained clothes off your body. not even bothering to toss them into the washing machine as you entered the bathroom. wiping away the make up and the stench of the crimson liquid off yourself. pushing the thoughts of that guitarist out of your mind, who you hoped learned to not be such an asshole. though that was a stretch.

now cleaned up, your feet pad into the plush carpet of your bedroom. heading straight for the closet to pull out a new set of clothes. tomorrow you’d wash the wine off, for now you’d just doomscroll while brushing your hair out.

it was only ten pm tonight on this crummy friday night, posts on your feed of fellow friends who were out doing fun activities. one catches your eye, it’s geto and that same pink haired guitarist posing with some fans at the same club you just left.

your eyes fall to the caption, which was just all caps and various emojis. yet within it, you figure out what that asshole’s name was. sukuna.

well, at least you got a name now.

feedback is appreciated, along with comments and reblogs !! please don’t repost or steal my work, it ruins the fanfiction community.

[wouldntbehim]

ep 5: "murder on my mind" // ep 6: "with grace and gratitude"

[addictsitter]

ep 1: "into the void" // ep 3: "bad inside"

[unfortunate-brat]

he doesn’t wear underwear underneath his grey sweats so when his eyes meet yours when butcher leaves the room, you understand what he wants.

he doesn’t wear underwear underneath his grey sweats so he can slide inside easier as you’re fast asleep beside him on the bed.

he doesn’t wear underwear underneath his grey sweatpants so when you’re sitting in his lap, you can feel how hard you make him as you’re watching a movie.

he doesn’t wear underwear underneath his grey sweatpants because when he knows you’re not feeling the best after an argument, you need some love and he lets you take his hard cock out to play with.

he doesn’t wear underwear underneath his grey sweatpants because the last time he did, you ruined them just by glancing his way and he didn’t wanna deal with the restraints as he pushed you against the wall and took what was his.

soldier boy doesn’t wear underwear under his sweats send tweet

[miss-rum-hee]

lol

lmao, even.

[reallyromealone]

Can I request sephiroth x male reader with their triplets sons in their teenage years attending a homeroom meeting

Absolutely

Sephiroth x male reader

Omegaverse, fluff, implied mpreg

Class meetings

(name) was going through the mail when he stopped at a letter from the school "a homeroom meeting?" (Name) mumbled confused as Sephiroth drank his coffee, their sons getting to sleep in as they had no club activities and it being the weekend "it's that time already?" The silver haired man mumbled, hair in a bun and wearing a matching housecoat as (name) "it's on (date), do we have plans then?" (Name) asked softly and Sephiroth looked at the calender on the large chrome fridge covered in magnets from vacations amongst various clutter "we are surprisingly all free that day" Sephiroth mumbled and wrote it on the calendar.

(Name) smiled as Sephiroth kissed him gently "now let's go get dressed, we have a day to complete" (name) sat up and took the others have hand and the two walked through the large home and upstairs to get dressed.

The week went by fast, between feeding four alphas who ate a small towns worth of food and doing his daily tasks and before they knew it, it was parents night.

"I'm so excited to see how our pups are doing" (name) said happily as he held onto his mates arm, Sephiroth leading his mate around dutifully as he quietly listened to his mates chatter "it will be good to see how their progressing" his voice deep and quiet as he smiled softly at (name)s cheerful attitude.

Everyone knew of (name) and Sephiroth, both incredibly attractive and their apposing personalities deemed charming and sweet as Sephiroth went along with his mates ideas and (name) in turn making Sephiroth the happiest alpha known to man.

So it was no Wonder everyone glanced at them as they walked through the doors of the private school, looks of curiosity and envy as they walked to administration "hello, we are the Hojo family, here for the homeroom meetings?" (Name) spoke up as Sephiroth just stared at the beta admin who tried not oggling at the two "here are your visitor passes, they're home room is 207" he said meekly and (name) smiled and thanked him.

The two removed their outer jackets and clipped the badges to their shirts, Sephiroth taking (name)s jacket to hold as they walked to their sons homeroom, Sephiroth keeping a hand on the small of (name)s back as they walked. "There you three are..!" (Name) gently held each of their faces as they looked embarrassed "come on... Dad our friends are here..!" Loz grumbled embarrassed as (name) fretted over Yazoos hair and Sephiroth took his mates hands "we have all the time to embarrass them after the meetings"

(Name) let his sons lead him and Sephiroth around, showing their projects they were working on and other things "Yazzy! What a coincidence to see you here!" A short Omega boy said cheerfully as he walked to the long haired Alpha who in turn tilted his head slightly as (name) poked his head out curiously, hand gently on his middle sons arm as the sons were equally protective of their dam, knowing how dangerous it could be for an Omega.

"Whose this Zuzu?" (Name) asked sweetly, excited to meet some of his boys friends and the thing about omegas is that due to genetics, they look fairly young for a very long time till suddenly they look elderly.

So it wasn't a suprise that the other Omega couldn't figure out that this was Infact the triplets Dam, after all they basically took fully after their sire.

"I'm Yazzy's bestest friend!" They proclaimed and looked (name) up and down, (name) in turn caught on to this immediately.

He knew his sons were handsome young men, they were his pups after all! So he knew there would be people like this with them.

After all, Yazoos best friend was that sweet beta (friends name) whose over all the time.

"I'm Yazoo, Kadaj and Loz's Dam, (name)" he said sweetly, watching as the other looked stunned and fumbled a bit "n-nice to met you" the omegas tone changed immediately and (name) just kept a polite smile "yes, well we best continue before the meetings start, yes?"

The triplets snickered as Sephiroth just watched quietly, knowing his mate could hold hold his own.

"Hojo family?" The teacher called from a spare room and the five turned look at the teacher.

Kadaj was first as he sat between his parents, (name) greeting the teacher happily and Sephiroth more formally "so let's get into it, academically he's doing wonderfully, he's at the top of his class and his club activities are doing well"

"But..?"

"He's known to be quite cold and passive with his classmates, though we do believe it could be due to hormones" the teacher said and (name) nodded "his father is the same way, a deadpan stare of the occasion smirk" he pointed to the elder alpha "they're basically identical though Kaj is far more outspoken" (name) watched as his son looked slightly embarrassed as he looked away.

"Zu, you're turn" Kadaj said as the middle son stood up, a few admirers pouting as he got up and walked into the room and sat between his dad's "now, Yazoo is also doing well in his academics but there is the problem of him getting distracted in class, he's often seen passing notes and flirting with other students"

(Name) looked at his son unimpressed as Sephiroth sighed "school is more important than some flings, young man!" (Name) said seriously "my grades are good though..."

"That may be the case but I don't want you coming home saying "dad I got someone pregnant" he warned and Yazoo nodded "who are the class pets in your class?" (Name) asked the teacher who looked confused "because I want you to put him between them"

"You can flirt on on your free time, you better be treating them well though, if I find out you're two timing I will ground you till next year young man" though he knew Yazoo would never, he was flirty yes but never one to do something like that.

🩷

"I don't mean to flirt, it's the other students flirting with me... They just can't take a hint" he said softly and the teacher looked confused "that's now what we see"

"Seeing and experiencing are very different, I already have a partner... Are we talking about my love life or my school life?" He rolled his eyes and (name) looked at him as to say 'behave' before looking at the teacher "he's right though, we aren't here for gossip" though he wanted to here about this person his sons seeing.

"Loz has done much better compared to last semester, bud tutoring lessons seem to be paying off slowly but surely, he's thriving in gym class and even joined the mechanics club" (name) was proud of their youngest, he struggled a lot in school and it was good to see him achieve his goals.

"He has no issues making friends and has been seen as a protector of sorts to the omegas in his grade"

Sephiroth looked slightly proud of his son, though internally he was absolutely over the moon, his sons learning how to respect omegas well "as expected of my son"

"And we believe if he keeps this up he would be expected to graduate with his class"

"Hi Yazoos dad's!" (Friends name) said as the families walked out into the night air, the beta teen very excitable and high energy compared to Yazoo and (name) greeted him kindly and Sephiroth greeted him calmly, everyone halting when (friends name) kissed Yazoos cheek and everyone halted "well that explains the sleep overs" (name) said awkwardly "those aren't happening with closed doors anymore, well at least it's someone who will treat you nice" (name) was exhausted after all this "are you still coming for dinner sweety?" He asked the beta who smiled "yes sir! My mom's having me bring a cake!"

"Oh that's so sweet, tell her I say hi alright?"

When they got into the SUV, Sephiroth looked from the rearview mirror "you all did well, I'm proud of you" he never hid the fact he was proud of his sons because he was and the teens pretended they didn't care but Yazoos tiny smile let it slip.

"Now why didn't you tell us you were dating Zuzu! I feel silly calling him your friend!"

"It slipped my mind..."

"Well I'm glad you found a respectable young man"

The triplets didn't say anything as they knew (friends name) was chaos incarnate but he wasn't a bad guy at least.

[custer-died-for-your-sins]

Connor Chee and Renata Yazzie have worked with the Frances Clark Center and 8 other Indigenous composers to compile a book of elementary piano pieces. Additionally the publisher has agreed to give put up to 1000 copies to Native communities, native students, and Native music programs, available here.

“As a Diné musician, this collaboration with the Frances Clark Center holds profound meaning for me. Growing up, there were Indigenous musicians creating incredible work, some of whom I’m honored to call colleagues today, but their contributions weren’t widely represented. This project changes that—not just by showing Native pianists that they belong in the world of piano, but by offering the world, for the first time, authentic pieces by Native composers from diverse tribes. These are not the stereotypical caricatures created by non-Native composers in the past, but works that share the richness and diversity of our heritage. It’s a step toward greater understanding and appreciation of who we truly are.” – Connor Chee

“Historically, piano literature, including pedagogical works, have glaringly omitted the voices of Indigenous composers and their music. From the time I was a young Diné piano student until I began teaching other young Diné musicians, the available repertoire remained relatively unchanged, until now. Ahéhee’ nitsaago—many thanks—to the folks involved in this project who are committed to elevating and sustaining Indigenous voices within music education and by doing so, are encouraging Native musicians in their own educational journeys. The pieces in this book offer a sonic tapestry that weave together Indigenous knowledges and histories, the contemporary livelihood of our ways, and our hope for the future in an accessible and engaging manner for beginner pianists of all backgrounds.” – Renata Yazzie

[yaztho]

Yazzi’s tips for romanticising school (pt1?) 🖇️

Create a study playlist

This one is pretty easy. If you have Spotify or sound cloud or any of those music apps you can easily create a music playlist to listen to whilst studying/doing hw. I definitely recommend using music without lyrics as the words may distract you from your work. I personally use instrumentals of my favourite songs. 🎀

Glam yourself up!

Who said school wasn’t a fashion show? If you want to glam yourself up in lipgloss,pearl earrings and a cute headband then by all means do it! I personally love to wear pearls with my uniform and it’s gotten to the point where my friends have told me pearls reminded them of me. Just make sure you stick to the dress code,don’t want you to get a detention now do we? 🎀

Study smart

STUDY SMART NOT HARD! I don’t want you spending 7 hours studying when you really don’t need to. I personally like the blurting study method as it helps me learn and memorise information pretty fast but that’s just my preference. You may enjoy a different study method and that’s ok! Do what makes you comfortable (just not 7 hours of studying). 🎀

I might make a part 2!!

[ihaveforgortoomany]

juni looks like she'd say "road works ahead? geez i sure hope it does!" /pos

Definitely canon to them

Easy enough to edit lol

For no reason whatsoever I made this

I have no idea lmao (too much time)

Nope the oc trauma car keeps rolling

Enough said I think (no i lie lol)

So anways

After editing this I should really stop writing this

Never again Im writing this

I cant spell

The thing is too long

Yazzy (I ran out of words lawd)

[unfortunate-brat]

sundown

pairing: dbf!jensen ackles x sirenita!reader

word count: 1.5k

synopsis: you finally meet the guy who’s face is plastered all over the town’s bilboards in the most unexpected way…

warnings: getting caught, inappropriate thoughts, slight flirting

yazzy’s comments: girl in banner does not reflect reader! simply aesthetics. also, i am accepting blurbs and asks about this idea. follow @unfortunate-bratfics for fic updates 💕

beware: minors or ageless blogs who interact with this will have their throats ripped out !!

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as the waves tickle your feet, you close your eyes one last time as the sun begins to set. it would be the last time you’d be home tonight. you’ve already said your goodbyes to friends and needed to say one last farewell to the ocean.

your fingers dance along the tiny waves, enjoying the cool salt water on your skin despite being submerged not too long ago. the salty sea drying onto your sun kissed skin, which thankfully wouldn’t suffer a burn. thank your sunscreen for that one.

as the sun sets, you’re up on your feet, gathering the towel while walking up the steps to head into the room just above. technically speaking, the room was on the second floor but the layout of the home was a bit different from the norm. your father wanted the ground floor to feel more like a basement area and the second floor to feel like the first one. his words. though try as you can, you’ll never understand the vision but are thankful you have your own beach access.

however your access to the beach also gives you a glimpse into the neighboring home, specifically the one that was what appeared to be an office. each step you take upon the wooden stairs leading up to your bedroom got you a closer look at what’s going on.

one hand is pressed against the glass, along with the unbuttoned blouse of someone who’s struggling to keep up as a brute force pushes her against it with harsh thrusts. though the woman’s eyes are closed, yours happens to make contact with the man behind her. his dark forest pools of green staring into yours and you can only smirk.

what your neighbors do is none of your concern but seeing him get caught fucking some girl is kinda funny. surprisingly however, his thrusts don’t stop despite the eye contact between you both. in fact it gets even harsher as the girl’s screams are slightly muffled. you can only guess he got turned on by the sight, maybe its the thrill of being caught. or you in the bikini, leaving little to the imagination. but that’s just the delusion talking.

you keep walking back to your room, stripping in the bathroom as the shower turns on with a cool spray of water. whoever that was, you’d most likely never see them again.

*

“everything packed?” your father questioned as plates are set down in front of you both. tonight’s dish was molé rojo, accompanied by some white rice and for your plate only, grilled onions. typically you didn’t make special requests for the kitchen staff but had expressed a craving for this childhood staple before you left home.

“for the most part, just need one more suitcase.” as far as you knew, this was a five year trip abroad to study in Mexico. there you’d take courses on the culture, touch up on some spanish and get in touch with your roots. something your father wanted you to have access to as he didn’t have the best upbringing. yet knew, you should know where you came from. it was paid for by him as a graduation gift, though you wonder if he simply wanted the house to himself for once.

you couldn’t check on your room while gone, so all valuables were locked in a safe. those you couldn’t take with you at least. your fingers fiddled with the shell charm on your necklace, a gift from your father when you were a little girl who was non stop obsessing over little mermaid. your favorite character being not ariel herself but the sea witch, cause who didn’t wanna be a badass with magical powers?

“honestly mija, this trip is gonna be good for you.” your father takes a bite of his food, blessing himself for choosing the best chefs in the world cause it tasted like home. “i don’t want you to grow up being disconnected because of my upbringing and plus,” he offers a reassuring smile despite the fact his only child is leaving him for five years! “you’ll be staying with family. that’s who matters at the end of the day.”

you had been to mexico only twice in your life, each trip cut short due to your grandmother fighting with your father over little things. yet what you can recall is that mexico’s beauty was something magical itself and you wanted to experience that again. though your abuela may not like you for being the spitting image of your father, you hoped within the five years those feelings might change. maybe she just needed more time to get to know you.

just as your father was about to say another word, the doorbell rang. the butler quick to open the door and reveal who it was, though you focused on the food in front of you. sometimes your father’s associates popped by the house and steal your father away for something, yet as footsteps approach you can’t help but be curious. “it’s delicious and i know you need something better than burgers in your diet.”

you look up to see its the man from earlier, who you caught fucking some girl. only now he’s dressed in some jeans and a black button up that barely was holding onto his biceps. one little flex and you’re certain the fabric will rip. “mija, this is our neighbor jensen ackles.”

you’re quick to stand and shake his hand, noting how his own practically was swallowing yours. now with a name to the face, you recalled all those billboards around town with a law firm on it.

“nice to meet you sweetheart.” god even his accent was enough to make any fabric be ripped to shreds, specifically your own underwear.

you nodded, sitting back down and resuming to eating your food. stealing glances every now and then at your semi famous neighbor. you’ve heard he’s lived there for years but never caught him in his own home till today or seen the dude around honestly.

one of the staff brought him a plate and jensen was slightly hesitant. growing up in the south, there wasn’t much diversity in food and as to no surprise the man grew up on hot dogs and burgers. rarely would his family choose to eat or cook anything else, too worried they wouldn’t get the right item.

with one bite of both the meat and rice, he tries the dish. the flavors of the red chile and some other spices hitting his tongue, which gets absorbed by the rice. a rich flavor no doubt and jensen himself is surprised. its not overwhelmingly spicy which was a fear of his, sometimes he can’t handle spice.

and while jensen was discovering other food outside pure american with his tongue, you had tried your best not to stare at him too much. the way his stubble highlighted his jawline, twitching slightly with every bite. looking far more handsome than those billboards spread across town.

“seems like you’re enjoying yourself there jay, there’s more than enough if you’d like seconds or some to take home.” your father chuckles as jensen nodded in agreement, watching his buddy eat more of the food.

you simply smirked, knowing that after that little workout earlier in his office, he had to be starving. excusing yourself, you offer your father a hug and wave goodbye to jensen. tomorrow was going to be a busy day and you rather go to bed early.

retreating upstairs, you prepare the final suitcase and take a look around your room. a place that would be sealed in time to this very moment, till you returned home. the flight was sometime around 8am and you’d need some sleep to be there at 5am, per your father’s insistence to be there early.

changing into something more comfortable, you open the bedroom door and spot jensen in the hallway. his figure towering over your own as he walks out of the bathroom. a small smirk on his lips as they roam over your figure. “sleepy already?”

“long day tomorrow.” you managed to mumble, noting his teasing tone. “you heading back home mr.ackles?” addressing him so formally seemed foreign but the glimmer in his eyes doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“yeah, got some stuff to take care of in the office.” he has to keep the dirty thoughts at bay, the age difference was too much and as a high profile lawyer, he knows that path was destructive. but that doesn’t mean jensen can’t flirt just a bit. “thank you for not overreacting about earlier, some neighbors get hysterical.”

you know the age difference is too significant to ignore and part of you wants to tease back but its risky. your father is downstairs and he can easily come upstairs at any second. then again, you’ll be gone for five years. it won’t matter. “it’s not a big deal, you’re a man who has needs.” you simply shrug your shoulders. “hope you gave her needs some attention to.”

with that, you entered the bathroom and completely misses the way his jaw clenched as the door closes.

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[walkingthroughthisworld]

Soldiers with the 1st Battalion, 9th Cavalry Regiment from Fort Hood, Texas and multinational partner forces engage in a Combined Arms Live Fire Exercise (CALFEX) that was attended by the U.S. Emassador to Lithuania, Robert Gilchrist, on Feb. 12, 202… (Photo Credit: U.S. Army)

PABRADE, Lithuania - Soldiers with 1st Battalion, 9th U.S. Cavalry Regiment from Fort Hood, Texas, working side by side with multinational and allied forces, concluded their Combined Arms Live Fire Exercise training Feb 13, 2020.

Dutch artillery, Croatian mortar, Lithuanian and Norwegian fire support and the Baltic Air Police were some of the major assets involved in the execution of this enormous military exercise.

"A successful CALFEX is when my company commander walks out of here with a standard operating procedure and every single one of my leaders, whether it's a tank commander, a Bradley commander, a squad leader, a team leader…They walk out of here understanding their SOP's, having codified the lessons that they've learned throughout the entire train-up," said Lt. Col. Stephen Johnson, commander of the 1-9 CAV.

This large scale combined exercise involved assets from across the entire battlefield spectrum operating in a seamless, synchronous fashion.

Mortar teams working cooperatively were no exception.

"The goal for mortars here is to enable the maneuver elements in the company CALFEX to be able to get onto their objectives with ease," said 1st Lt. Alexander Shuler, a 1-9 CAV mortar platoon leader. "The thing that's really cool about working with the European nations, including Croatia, is that they're so used to working with other nations. A large part of us coming here to Europe is building upon that interoperability."

Indeed, Croatian Soldiers were an essential component of the mortar exercises as they worked closely with 1-9 CAV Soldiers throughout the CALFEX.

"The non-commissioned officers that we work closely with were really helpful," said 2nd Lt. Ante Validzic, with the 3rd mechanized infantry of the Croatian Land Forces. "They assisted us with everything we needed. If we combine our strengths, and work on our weaknesses, we can be strong together."

Training in Lithuania offered the Soldiers many tactical benefits that are not as readily available back in the United States.

"One of the great things about the 1-9 being up here in Lithuania is that they have the training facilities right here at their doorstep," said Brigade Command Sgt. Maj. Alexander Yazzie. "During this exercise, they had the fuelers come, they brought in ammo, they executed a Logistics Resupply Point (LRP) after contact. They were able to not only incorporate the fire maneuver, the shoot - move - communicate portion, but they incorporated the sustainment portion as well which was great because that's the first time I've seen that done in a CALFEX."

Command Sgt. Maj. Christopher Carey, the battalion command sergeant major was equally impressed with his Soldiers' ability to engage and take down potential enemy opposition.

"The one thing that really stood out to me was the violent execution of Battle Drill Six (room clearing exercise) by our infantry. There's a lot of training that leads up going into that live fire drill," said Carey. "They've trained for several weeks in preparation for this, and again the violence of action was very impressive. We're here to train and we're here to deter our adversaries. We don't have any distractors, that's our focus here."

The CALFEX is an enormous undertaking in scale and scope. This exercise allows leadership to assess and increase the military readiness and lethality of all the joint participants. Combining forces on such an enormous scale showcases our interoperability, and promotes regional stability, thereby enhancing relationships with our allies.

"We actually got to shoot gunnery with the Germans and the Norwegians, just being able to interact with them - I actually got to grade them, I got to VCE (Vehicle Crew Evaluator) them through their gunnery," said Staff Sgt. John Waite, an M1A2 B Co., 3rd platoon tank commander. "They were phenomenal. Their platforms and tank crews were amazing. They're always just thirsting for knowledge, the same as us. It's been one of the most amazing experiences during my time in the army."

The CALFEX is a very fast paced, multi faceted, strategic exercise. The ability of Soldiers to adapt and adjust to a fluid, ever changing battlefield environment is key to their success.

Of course, everything doesn't always go as planned.

"A Platoon leader's track (U.S. Bradley Fighting Vehicle) went down, just cut off on him. He worked through it, and what was great is the battalion commander let him work through it, he didn't give him the answer," said Yazzie. "So when a platoon sergeant's vehicle goes down, you have to jump track. Ultimately, he worked through it, he did really well and continued on with the mission."

Countless hours of training, endless logistics and the Soldiers' collective fighting spirit make for a very formidable fighting force that continues to protect the freedoms and independence of all within the European theater.

"This was just a world class amazing exercise, and I'm really proud of the Soldiers. Moving forward, we're going to document all the lessons learned. We're going to make sure that we don't make the same mistakes that we learned from this time, and that we can pass them off to the future leaders," said Johnson. "We all transition. We're going to switch out leaders, we're going to switch out Soldiers and they've got to be able to pick up where we left off. We're going to continue to be lethal, we're going to continue to train and continue to get better."

[alexclrmontdiaz]

WIP WEDNESDAY

tagged by @energievie on this quiet wednesday

I've actually been trying something other than Firstprince fanfics, even though I'm working on quite a few FP wips too these days. I've started a Kissingchambers wip - so I thought I'd share a little of this story, inspired by Ari & Dante, with tumblr on this wednesday.

They look up, sheepish smiles on their faces as they meet the gaze of Frank Yazzie. Elliot’s dad smiles at them, holding out a hand for Marco to take. He lets go of his friend to reach out his own hand. Mr. Yazzie pulls him into a tight hug, ruffling Marco’s hair in the process.  “It’s nice to see you, Marco.” “It’s nice to see you too, Mr. Yazzie!”  “Please,” Frank says with a stern look on his face, but an amused twinkle in his eyes; he clasps Marco’s shoulder with his hand. “It’s been months, please call me Frank. I heard you’re taking my kid out for a car ride.” Marco nods. “Yes, sir. I recently got my drivers license and I have gotten this old pick up truck from my grandfather. I thought, seeing as it is the summer vacation, I could take Elliot out for a drive up to one of my favorite spots.” (...) Frank walks around the truck, the corners of his mouth tugging up in an appreciative smile as he examines the car. “She’s a beauty.” “Maybe I asked the wrong Yazzie to come for a drive with me.” Marco grins widely when Elliot nudges him with his elbow, glaring up at him – but Marco can see the slight tremble in the corner of his mouth, the tell tale sign that his friend is holding back a smile. 

I'm tagging my tiniest baby @henfox because I love her so much

[miss-rum-hee]

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[peachesandlagoons]

Penny Tillman

Birthday: 20th of winter

Age: 23

Race: Caucasian

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Environmental Conservationist

Personality traits: Snob, Loyal, Ambitious

Hobbies: Gossiping, Playing video games, Parties, Writing blogs, browsing the internet

Origin

Penny was born and raised in Willow Creek by her parents Jack and Sheri. She's always been the talkative type amongst her peers, as she grew older she became not only spoiled from being the only child but very much a gossip girl. Most of her teen years were spent either on the phone or deep in a theory about global warming and honeybees.

That talkative trait can get her a long way apparently. She now works as an Environmentalist. She admits she doesn't like it "but someone has to keep the world from blowing up soon right?"

She had met Tia during college. They weren't in the same classes but they made great roommates. Tia also helped her get over her ex-girlfriend, Candy Behr at the time. So after they graduated they decided they wanted a home, why not just stay roomies?

Other characters

Tia Yazzi

Tiffany Cho

Scarlet Valentine

Thorne Bailey

[luucypevensie]

🐱 + Yasmin my beloved!! 🩷

YAS, YAZZY MY BELOVED! THANK YOU FAE! Tagging @ginger-grimm and @dancingsunflowers-ocs as well

1. If they’re a light or heavy sleeper: Yasmin tends to sleep on the light side; it doesn’t help that she’s more of a night owl too, so she usually is running on little to no sleep

2. What they would do if they won the lottery right now: Since Yasmin’s family is pretty well off as is, I think she would set aside some for herself (all for her education because that’s what matters most to her). The rest would all go to various charities that she loves, especially anything related to animal shelters

3. If they have a special item that they couldn’t bear to lose: Remember that Juicy Couture charm bracelet that Yasmin’s mom got her in like middle school? Yeah, Yasmin keeps it on her at all times and if she loses it, her panic button would be immediately pressed

4. One negative personality trait of theirs: Oh, that would be her temper. You may be surprised to hear this, but Yasmin is SCARY when she’s mad, and you do not want to cross her path when she’s in one of her moods

5. Their favorite ‘70’s song: Money, Money, Money by ABBA

6. The color(s) associated with their zodiac: Pink and Green (Libra)

7. Their favorite comedy movie: Bridesmaids

8. About one person they’ve lost: Yasmin barely knew her maternal grandmother (she died when she was around 3 from cancer), but her mother always said that she was a lot like her from her work ethic to her curly hair. It makes her sad that she will never get to know her better

9. A quote I associate with them: “The rights of a human being should be above any law”

10. If they’re a lover or a fighter: Definitely a fighter; she wouldn’t be a good lawyer if she wasn’t

[knightcallie]

Baldur's Bounties: Nicknames

At any point in life, one was given a nickname. It may be a shortening of a name, or perhaps it described something. That something could be of anything: circumstances, personalities, a moment in time, the body, favorites... Weichei contemplated the ones he has accrued over his lifetime and ones for his companions.

Weichei has been compared to a star before. He was not like the sun, something gentler. But he was not like the moon, something not so melancholic. The bright freckles on his cheeks had earned him the nickname of Starcheeks by Einar Cadmus, the paladin who gave it all up for music. His penchant for cannons and explosions earned him the name Starburst by Relentless Makatza, the gunslinger grandpa. 

His partners don’t really use the star nicknames from their own language (stellino, sternchen), using his love of cherries and his family nickname. ‘Cheri’ was typically called sweetly, fondly; but he could remember the calls of exasperation and shrill shrieks. ‘Mauschen’, the little mouse of his family. He was so small compared to his absolute giants of his family, and his ever moving inquisitive ears.

But for some reason, ‘Starlight’ slips out of his lips terribly easy for the vampire spawn of the camp. Astarion, little star in elven. Star was an obvious nickname, but for some reason, Starlight, was the one that left his lips. Wyll can take calling Astarion ‘Star’ or ‘my star’.

He can remember when he first called Astarion that, it earned quite an inquisitive look. It was like seeing the stages of grief on that pale face, but not those exact emotions. Then, a bit of a forceful bark of a laugh. “That’s cute darling.”

Then he kept calling him that throughout the adventure, earning some teasing queries from the other companions. He honest to gods don’t know why it came to him so easily, but nicknames were just also a 2nd nature to him. Damon was Dage (his big brother), Dalmond, Macadamon. Lor was just lengthening it and making the names just as ridiculous. Asperitas was Peri, Pear. Volna was Voli, Vol, Spines. Beaulieu was Beau, Bear. Damiano was Dame (either sayings), ex-husband/exie/my mistake (an extremely funny explanation), dancer. Vierna was Vie, Vienna. Yasdia was Ya-ya, Yazzy. Temerity was Mer, always Mer.

His new companions also had nicknames, though some may be kept to himself. 

Lae’zel was Lae, Zel, Lae’bel. Though, he’s not sure she’d be too keen with the nickname Toad being said familiarly. Suddenly, his heart ached at the memory of sharing custody of a frog and toad with Voli. They named them Missile and Toad respectively, especially fitting when Vetleviola came along.

Shadowheart was Orchid, Doe, Heart. He does shorten it to Shart from time to time in his journal. He’s sure she’d be appalled and punch his arm for it.

Wyll… bill… Duck, he landed with duck, and it stuck. The warlock hearing his reasoning admitted it was silly, but then when he explained that it also meant “dear” or “darling”, he softened. 

Karlach was harder to pin, having drawled out Karl. Lackey could be seen crossed out heavily in his journals. Fireball could be used, or perhaps comet. He’s working on it, maybe Chath (drow elvish for fire) would work.

Gale took some doing. They have been calling each other bookie, for their love learning and infodumping when allowed. He could see the wizard be an Eres-blessed, majorly at that. He could’ve been Eres’ Passion, and perhaps that’s why he called him Iris.

Halsin was Hal or Bear. He did remind him of Beau, he has seen large elves before. He married Beau, and his Vaddy was built like a tank. Though in his sleepy state, he has called the wood elf Sisi.

Jaheira reminded him of a grandmother, Oma slipping easily from him. She could complain and argue she was not that old, but she holds Joma close. She was probably around his parent’s age, maybe a little older. He’s also called her Heira, she doesn’t make as much fuss.

He’s told the group the whole splattering of names he’s been given. Weichei had become Weich, Cher, Cheri, Cherry, Cherries, T’puuli, Cher bear, Little Whistle, Silver Silence, maus, mauschen, little maus, triel, little triel, starcheeks, starburst, son, Batty, pup, puppy, little bat. And more he couldn’t quite recall. He’s lived 250 years, made so many friends across the trade, taught so many. 

He wondered, if the others were jealous of the type of life he’s lead. Out of everyone, he didn’t have a terribly tragic past, an abuser in his life. He’s grown up poor and constantly moved in a trade considered dangerous, but those were circumstances. His deity was quite different from the others, well the pantheon overall from his home was vastly different. They actually listened, but some do have iffy times with responses. As Eres’ passion, he was granted the blessing to be able to talk with his goddex often. Though, because the pantheon was different here, he needed a magic source to even be strong enough to get a signal.

He’s been called “my passion, passion” before, but that’s because he was chosen to be that. But hearing it fall from Gale’s lips did leave a warmth in his chest, a twinkle in his eye. Wyll took the various forms of Cheri, the familiarity just felt comforting as he leaned into the man. Astarion kept using “darling”, but that was kinda for everyone. But, he has taken to calling him mouse, finding it quite amusing especially after learning why.