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Across Every Universe - Part 2
Well, I didn't expect this work to get this long. It was only supposed to be short but then I worked on it all day and for multiple hours on end?? I guess I just enjoy this concept so much! These are basically the stories I wanted to put in last time, but they needed their own chapter to truly shine.
I know people asked for Arthur and reader romance, but To Do Is To Dare has always been a racing fic first and romance second. I tried to add in all the people I could without going crazy with the plot line or it would have gotten out of hand (or more than it already is). There is a lot of Max and Charles (my two favorite boys on the grid).
If anyone has anything against Lestappen - there's the door :)
Please enjoy :)
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“Please stand for his Majesty King Max Emilian Verstappen, King of the Netherlands and Prince of Orange.” 
Max always hated these announcements. Like, why did they have to always say his middle name and all the titles that came with it? He put on a gentle smile and waved to the crowds around him. Thankfully, his dressers had decided to forgo the kingly robes and opted for a nice suit with his pins. Definitely fitting for the Dutch Grand Prix. 
This would be his ninth to attend since taking the throne at 18-years-old after his father passed away. The kind always enjoyed seeing the Orange Army at the home race. 
After greeting everyone, he was led to the special box. Apparently, more than one royal had decided to attend as well. Max’s shoulders loosened when his eyes landed on a familiar figure. 
“Charles!”
Charles Marc Herve Perceval Leclerc, The Sovereign Prince of the Principality of Monaco. Max was always glad that his mother only chose one middle name for him instead of three. 
The prince’s green eyes widened at the sight of the Dutchman. He waved off whoever he was speaking to and all but glided across the room. The two forwent the formalities and brought each other into a hug. 
Max leaned back a bit to look the Monegasque in the eye. 
“What are you doing here? Monaco not enough for you?” 
There was a playful glint in his eyes as Charles rolled his. The brunet gestured to a plush couch in the corner, one that Max was excited to sit in. 
Charles began to speak, a small smile on his face, “Well as you know, my brother is currently dating one of the drivers on the grid. And it is her home race so Arthur wanted to come watch.” 
Max nodded, understanding perfectly. He knew exactly who Charles was talking about.
Y/n L/n, the only female driver, who currently was working on her fourth World Champion.
“And where is your brother now?” 
“He’s in the garage,” Charles rolled his eyes. He had wanted to go, but an ambassador had insisted that he needed to talk to the prince. 
“Why don’t we head there. I always want to say hello to my race winner.” 
Now, Max and Y/n had a very loving sibling relationship. The king had watched her grow up karting and made sure to sponsor her and support her through her career. Without his support, the girl would not have been able to continue. Yet, when you put the royal Dutch crest on your Formula 3 car, someone has to know that it means something. 
This would be her 4th season in Red Bull, having been 19 when she joined in 2019. She was only 20 when she won her first World Championship, breaking the record for the youngest ever to dominate the sport. 
Now she was 24 and is on a path to win her fourth in only five races if she keeps up the winning streak. Max was only older by 3 years, yet he watched over her like a very protective older brother. 
He and Charles had made their way down to the pitlane, much to their advisors’ chagrin. They passed by the Mercedes garage to say hello to King Lewis Hamilton III and then George Russell, Duke of Sussex. The two Brits had been friends or well, colleagues, with the other two reigning monarchs for quite some time. They were currently backing Kimi Antonelli and Mick Schumacher, the current driver line up for Mercedes.
Right next to the silver garage stood a very orange and bright one. Max was excited to see Lando Norris, Duke of York also in attendance. He was very close with the two Aussie drivers, Oscar Piastri and Daniel Ricciardo. 
Down the line was Williams, who was attending to a very eager Logan Sargeant, the President of the United States’ kid. Max was fond of the blond and often said hello to him whenever he got the chance in diplomatic settings. 
But finally, they were able to reach the big navy garage. Max could definitely pick up Arthur’s almost French accent everywhere. But, his ears were tuned to the sound of your Dutch accent that was similar to his. 
“Geitje!” he called out, finding your blond hair against the navy racing suit. 
You looked over your shoulder, pausing the conversation with your boyfriend. You rolled your eyes when you saw Max in his kingly splendor. You took a few steps toward the fellow Dutch and gave him a hug. 
“I told you to quit calling me that. I’m not a kid anymore, or was never a goat for that matter.” 
Charles took this moment to catch up with his brother. 
Max looked down at you fondly. “You’ll always be that small kid whose suit was two sizes too big on her.” 
You honestly wanted to cry, but you kept the tears in. There was a race that you needed to win. 
“Are you going to give me my trophy this year?” 
“Don’t I every year?” 
You looked up in mock thought. “Well, there was that one year that you had appendicitis and your mom gave me my trophy.” 
Max lightly nudged you. “That was one year, let it go.” 
You grumbled. “Well I hope that someone won’t break my trophy this year.” 
Your teammate, Ollie Bearman, popped his head up from where he was looking at his tyres. 
“It was one year Y/n! One year!” 
You giggled at the disgruntled yells from the British Driver. Ollie had been one of your favorite teammates. 
Your first year, you were paired with the golden boy himself, Sebastian Vettel, before he retired with one last championship. And then your first year as world champion, you were paired with Oscar Piastri before he left for McLaren. Ollie had been your teammate for the past two years, but you had a feeling that he’d stick around for more than a year. 
You got the heads up that the race would be starting soon. You turned back to Max. 
“Are you staying here or do you have to go?” 
Max had a mischievous glint in his eyes and was about to reply before being interrupted. 
“Actually, their royal highnesses need to return to the royal box.” 
Max fought the urge to roll his eyes. You only laughed and pushed him in the direction of the exit. 
“Go, I’ll see you at the top.” 
“Blijf veilig, alsjeblieft,” Max softly pleaded. 
He really hated that you put your life on the line every weekend for the job that you loved. He remembers the first time you had a terrifying crash when you were unconscious until they got you to the hospital. He was told that you probably wouldn’t wake up. However, you defied the odds and were back in the seat for the next race. 
You responded, just as gentle, “Voor jou, mijn koning, altijd.” 
When Max left, he turned around one last time and witnessed you giving Arthur a quick kiss before he put your helmet on. It was something that the two of you had been doing since you started dating almost two years ago. 
The Dutch king was back to walking with Charles to the box. 
“So, when is he proposing.” 
He hadn’t expected an answer, but was surprised when he got one. 
Charles gave Max a look. “They’re actually going to a restaurant, and he plans to propose tonight.” 
Max’s eyes widened at the confession. But, he got over it quickly before gently smiling. You deserved happiness, and you found that in his closest friend’s brother. 
“So will she have to stop racing for royal duties?” the blond questioned. 
Charles shook his head. “Non. Arthur will step down.” 
Max clapped him on the back. “Guess you and Alexandra need to start with some heirs huh?” 
Charles squinted up at him. “Says the man who currently needs to propose as well.” 
The prince got the last laugh as he left Max stuttering for a comeback. 
You won the race like Max knew you would. The king watched as you held your head up high as the Dutch National Anthem played loudly through the crowds. He saw the crowds of orange, the only ones rivaling the red Tifosi at Monza. 
The crowds were shouting, “De Langverwachte! Onze kleine leeuw!” 
The Long Awaited. 
Their Little Lion. 
Max had always wished for a champion from his home country. Something to ode back to the sport he loved as a kid. His wish came true in the form of you. People talked as the king publicly backed the only female driver on the grid. But he knew that you were something special. He was there as you took the championship from Vettel in the last lap of the 2020 season fair and square. Obviously he was thankful that there was no safety car to ruin your race of any kind. You had coped brilliantly against your older teammate and your talent truly showed.
Max was given the signal to head out with the hand painted trophy. He was honestly kind of scared to drop it. But he made it across the stage and handed it out to you.
You proudly took the trophy from Max after you bowed in respect. He may have been your friend, but he was your king first. 
The ceramic trophy was held high once it was safely in your hands. Jokingly you hugged it tight as you gently stepped down off the podium. Ollie gawked at your childishness before spraying you with the champagne. 
With trophy set down a nice ways away, you took your own bottle. Except, instead of spraying Ollie, you pointed it at Max, whose jaw was on the floor as you came after him with the liquid. 
If you were having fun now, you wouldn’t expect what was coming later that night. 
And you said yes. 
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“Zusje!”
Your eyes widened at the familiar squeaky and young voice. You turned your whole body away from your race engineer to only be taken down in the knees. Once you were on the floor, you laps was immediately filled with a small body that had bleach blond hair and bright blue eyes. 
“Maxy, Ik heb je gemist Kleintje!” 
“Uh Y/n, is everything good?” Charles’s voice sounded from above. You stared back at your teammate in the red overalls. You grabbed under the child’s arms and hoisted him up along with yourself. 
“Yep! Charles meet Max. Max meet Charlie.” 
Max’s small eyes widened before he tucked himself in your neck. Your hand came up and rubbed his back as you cooed. You turned back to Charles. 
“He’s a bit shy in front of his favorite driver.” 
You poked Max’s side and his giggles filled the room. The small one turned his head and peered at the Monegasque whose eyes were wide, looking at the child in his teammate’s arms. 
“Didn’t know you had a kid.” 
Your jaw dropped at his statement. 
“He’s not my kid, idiot. He’s my brother,” you hissed, lightly bouncing Max up and down as you swayed side to side. 
“Oooohhhh.”
You rolled your eyes. “Yeah oh. I’m younger than you.” 
“One night stand?” 
“Charles!”
The brunet laughed loudly, making Max giggle a bit with him. You looked down into his blue eyes. 
“Oh so you think that’s funny hm? I’m getting bullied.” 
Max only giggled more before pointing at Charles. 
“Rari?” 
You lovingly stared at him in your arms. “Yep, Rari.” You saw how Charles was staring at Max. “You want to hold him?” 
Charles dropped everything (only his water bottle) and reached out to take Max. Once he was in Charles’s arms, Max immediately rested his head on his shoulder and gripped the red suit. You smiled fondly at the two. 
“He’s so small,” Charles whispered after seeing the kid’s eyes close in slumber. 
You ruffled the spiky blond hair. “Yeah, he’s only 3 though. Full of wonder.” 
“Y/n!” 
Ah, there was your mother. You looked over and saw Sophie walking with your other sister Victoria. Thankfully, your dad was nowhere to be found. After you found out what he had done to Max, you put in a restraining order against him immediately. 
It was a hard discussion with your mom when you told her that she needed to divorce him. Tears were shed and hearts were broken. But, you never wanted to see another bruise on your younger brother again. 
It was fine if he did that to you. But to Max? 
Jos wouldn’t stand a chance against your anger. He had shaped you to be like him. 
A racer. A winner. The best. 
But being the best wasn’t supposed to be the most important anymore. And if he wanted you to be like him, then he’ll get his own anger thrown back into his face. You remembered how your fist met his eye after you found Max alone with him one night. An ugly purple thing covered Max’s tiny wrist and there was a scratch on his face. 
You had just returned home from a triple header and wanted to surprise your family. Only, you came home to Max’s screams of terror and Jos Verstappen yelling. You didn’t think, you just did. Sophie and Victoria returned home to multiple police cars and an ambulance in front of the house. When they finally were told what happened, they found you covering Max’s body with your arms as you spoke to one of the paramedics. A blanket was draped around your shoulders and a bruise was forming on your face as well. 
After that, you moved your entire family to Monaco with you. Your house was plenty bit and you only shared it with Charles whenever he came over to play FIFA. But now, whenever he wanted to play, you insisted on going to his house. 
It might have been to protect your family. Or it might have had to do with a certain handsome brother that Charles had. 
Definitely the first one.   
Hence why Charles had never met Max beforehand. But that also didn’t stop the little gremlin from choosing Charles as his favorite driver and not his sister. 
It’s not like you were bitter or anything. 
You walked toward your family and gave the two women a hug. 
“I’m glad that you could come today!” you told them, truly happy at their arrival. It wasn’t like it was a big race. You had already won the championship last week, which sadly they weren’t able to make it. But Max was still up past his bedtime when you got home after. The kid sleepily muttered that he was glad you won, even though you had beaten Charles. Yet, you reminded him that Charles had won the year before and it was sissy’s turn. 
Sophie looked at Max in Charles’s arms. “He’s so comfortable. I honestly thought he’d be scared of men after what happened.” 
Victoria nodded in agreement. 
You crossed your arms. “I think that Max knows that dad wasn’t a good man. And well, he still loves Lando though.” 
“Is that Max?” 
Speaking of. 
Max’s head jerked up from Charles’s shoulder at the familiar voice. His little head swerved in the direction of the papaya clad driver. 
“Lanno!” 
Max started to squirm in the captive arms. Charles quickly set him down, not wanting him to fall. Max immediately ran to the Briton, who picked him up with ease. At the sight of the two, Charles pouted. 
You knocked him with your shoulder. “Don’t’ worry, you’re still his favorite. He bought Max a toy McLaren for his birthday and Max demanded that I paint it red and add a 16 on the side.” 
Charles seemed to gleam with pride at the confession. 
“Don’t tell Lando though. He’d be devastated.” 
What Lando didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. 
“Hey little man. You ready to watch the race?” 
Max’s head bobbed quickly. 
“Are you going to watch Lanno win?” 
At that, Max shook his head making Lando’s eyes widened. 
“Little Verstappen I am hurt.” Lando clutched his hand to his heart in mock hurt. Max only stared at him while the McLaren driver put on a bit of a show. 
Charles piped up from beside you. “Max, is Charlie going to win?” 
Max, once again, shook his head. Now that made you confused, because Max always cheered for Charles. You cocked your head as you looked at your brother. 
“Then who Maxy?” 
The boy shyly pointed at you before muttering, “Zusje gaat jullie allemaal verslaan.” 
Not that made you laugh out loud, causing even more confusion to the two male drivers. You covered your mouth as you continued to laugh. Sophie and Victoria laughing as well. 
You smirked at your rival and teammate. 
“He said I’m going to kick your asses.” 
Max gasped as he heard your words. 
“Bad words!” 
Max pouted as he was put down by Lando. His little legs ran to you and his arms stretched out wanting you to pick him up. You squatted and scooped him up. Your arms tightened around him as he tried his best to hug you. 
“Sorry for the bad words kid.” 
“’S ok,” he slurred, getting even more tired. It was definitely his nap time. And it was time to get in your car. You handed him back to Sophie, who gave you a kiss on your head as you stooped. You gave a quick hug to Victoria before going back to kiss Max’s head. 
“I’ll win for you ok?” 
Obviously, he couldn’t hear you, but you would say it anyway. You turned away from your family to get ready. 
“Going soft on me L/n?” Lando quipped, making his way out of your garage. 
You discreetly flipped him off, to which he laughed at as he left. It took about 30 minutes to get in the car and get everything ready. You swerved your head, making sure the helmet was tight. Your eyes flitted about the garage and caught sight of your family again. Max was now wide awake and waving at you. 
Your gloved hand reached out and displayed your fingers wide. The little boy reached over in his mom’s arms and clapped your hand with his small one. You were given the signal that it was time and drove off once Sophie was out of the way. 
Her and Max watched as you rounded the corner in your red Ferrari, out of sight. 
Sophie leaned down and kissed her youngest’s head.
“Mijn baby, zal zus winnen?” 
Max’s small voice was just loud enough for her to hear. 
“Ja mama, sij is kampioen.” 
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(btw - I made the max pic because no one has good edits of him in a ferrari suit)
“Scuderia Ferrari Signs Y/n L/n for the 2024 Season”
“Ferrari Mistake? The Formula 1 Team Signs the Youngest Driver to Date” 
“Ferrari Becomes the First Formula 1 Team to Sign Female Driver” 
“Former F1 Champion Lorenzo Alessandrino Backs Goddaughter as Her Race Engineer” 
“How Will Verstappen React to His Younger Teammate on the Track?” 
You hadn’t known what to expect when you arrived at the paddock first thing on Saturday morning. You had convinced Lorenzo to bring you early so you could at least avoid some of the crowds, if not all. However, it seemed like everyone else liked that plan as well, and the paddock was full. 
You hung back near Enzo as the two of you walked side by side. Your hands gripped your backpack straps hard, turning your knuckles almost stark white. Thankfully, your sunglasses kept your wide and scared eyes from the public. It wasn’t that you were scared of people. It’s what you thought that they thought about you that made you nervous. 
Just 17 and baby faced. 
Something that wasn’t heard of in 2024. Yet, with older drivers retiring back and forth, the FIA had to make new changes to deal with the need of rookie drivers. Hence why Lorenzo pushed to have Ferrari sign you as early as possible. You basically went from karting, to Formula 2 and didn’t even start your second season. 
It came as a shock when Lewis Hamilton finally retired after only one year at Ferrari. You had thought that he’d want to get one more championship to make it to 9. But, life throws curveballs and it was headed straight to you. 
Now you had to face your new teammate, a champion himself, Max Verstappen. You let out a sigh of relief when you noticed that he was talking to Charles Leclerc and Fernando Alonso. The two black Mercedes polos stood out in contrast to Max’s red one. You took a quick glance at the two drivers and realized that they were already watching you. 
Your cheeks heated up as you quickened your steps to get to the garage faster. Once you were in the safety of the garage, you let out a deep sigh. 
Lorenzo looked at you with a sad smile. He knew you were going to be overwhelmed for the entire day. He took his backpack off and reached down in, fingers feeling for your headphones. He took them out and handed them to you. 
You immediately put them on, connected them to your phone, turned on the music, and got to work on your racing journal. You wanted to go over your notes before the race. While you were distracted, Enzo took a little walk, trying to find some coffee. 
He ended up walking past the group of three drivers and smiled at Charles. The Italian knew of him growing up and was excited to see him in a team that gave him a good championship winning car. 
He nodded his head toward your new teammate. “Max.” 
Max’s eyes lightened at the familiar face. “Enzo!” 
The two bro-hugged before parting, letting Enzo greet the two Merc drivers. When he was done, Max had a teasing attitude. 
“Can’t convince you to stay as my engineer? Don’t get me wrong, I love GP, but you knew me better.” 
Enzo smiled and shook his head. “No can do. Gotta take care of my kid.” 
Fernando entered the conversation. “Where is she? We saw her walking but then she disappeared.” 
The older man scratched his head. “Yeah, she tends to do that. She’s a bit nervous.” 
Charles scoffed. “I’ll say. They shouldn’t have said anything until Wednesday. Sky Sports announced it way too early.” 
The Monegasque had something similar happen to him when he first joined Mercedes. It had all been planned that he would take Valtteri Bottas’s seat mid-season. Yet, Sky Sports announced it before Mercedes had a chance to even say that Bottas had wanted to retire early due to an illness. The media had made Charles into a seat-stealing villain his first season. 
The engineer nodded sadly. “I think she’s also nervous about the team.” 
Max looked at him with a shocked expression. “The team?” 
Enzo waved his hands. “She has full confidence. Y/n’s a bit nervous about trying to be on your level Max.” 
Well, that didn’t settle well with the Dutchman. Great, he was excited to have such a young teammate: someone who he could get along with and help them grow in the sport. But now, you were afraid of him? 
“She’s not scared of you Max, just nervous.” 
Oh. He said that out loud. 
Max glanced back at the garage. “Can I go talk to her.” 
Enzo nodded before handing him a pen. “I forgot to give this to her, she’ll be looking for it. You don’t mind giving it to her right?” 
“Not at all,” he responded, thankful for something that could break the ice between the two of you. 
Max grasped the pen and made his way to the overly bright red garage. He really wished Ferrari would take a page out of Mercedes’s book and make everything black. But no, they had to show off the corsa rosso red. 
You were too busy writing some notes down, with the wrong pen, to notice Max’s shoes now in your line of sight. The Dutchman lightly nudged your own shoe, which had your head jerking up to look at him. 
Your eyes widened and your hands reached to pull your headphones off. 
Max only smiled down at you. He thought that you looked like a scared mouse. He wondered if you were quiet like one as well. 
“Mind if I sit?” he asked. 
You could only shake your head no and scoot over as Max sat down on the concrete near you. The two of you sat in silence as you continued to scribble. Max suddenly remembered the pen in his hand. 
“Here. Enzo wanted me to give this to you.” 
Your fingers lightly touched his as you grabbed it from him. 
To Max, you also reminded him of his sister at this age. Shy, meek, quiet. But he had seen your videos and your impressiveness on the track. Your overtakes were nothing to be overlooked. He heard you sigh as the pen now nicely glided over the pages. 
The Dutchman let his eyes wander over the pages. He noticed that you were even taking notes on him as well.
You didn’t look at him, but you spoke, “If you break a bit later on turn 4, you can cut off another tenth.” 
Your voice gave Max whiplash as he wasn’t expecting you to talk to him without being prompted. His mind ran as he tried to remember turn 4. When he did the calculations he was surprised to find that you were correct. 
“How did you..” 
“I watched your onboards from last season. You’re very, what’s the word,” you gave him a smirk, “predictable.” 
Max’s jaw dropped, which caused you to laugh a bit. Max, although shocked, was glad that you were coming out of your shell a bit. 
He leaned over to whisper, “Are you overwhelmed with the red as much as I am.” 
You smiled as you whispered back, “It is positively draining. Why can’t they do black like Mercedes?” 
Max threw his hands up. “That’s what I’ve been saying.” 
You pretended to think. “What if we gang up on them. They can’t resist both drivers.” 
Max put on a weird accent, making his voice higher. “It’s either change the garage and everything to black or we walk.” 
That made you snort which caused Max to wheeze. 
Enzo was just on his way back with two coffees (both for him) when he heard the sound of you laughs mixed with Max’s. He smiled fondly at the two drivers. He took a sip before putting on his bright red headphones that he needed for qualifying. He coughed a bit, but it was soon over. Nothing like the sickness that he barely beat back in 2019. He was thankful that he got to continue to watch you grow. 
Max asked, “How far do you think you’ll get in qualifying?” 
You thought for a moment. “Uh, I hope to make it to Q2 if possible.”
The Dutchman lifted his hand to ruffle your hair. Your hands swatted at him as you pouted. 
“I think you can get farther.” 
You only shrugged. “We’ll see.” 
The car was definitely your safe space. You felt as though you could finally breathe easier. 
“Radio check please.” 
“Loud and clear Enzo.” 
“Ok, let’s get this bread.” 
You shook your head as you sat in the car. “Please never say that again.” 
Much to your and the team’s delight, you made it past Q1 and Q2. And you ended Q3 in the second row in P3. Max had just missed pole by mere hundredths. Charles Leclerc always had scarily good one lappers in the third session. 
Max gave you a giant hug at the end of the session, very glad at your positioning. 
As he had his arms around you, he thought to himself. 
“Yeah. You were going to be great.” 
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The big letters stood out to Max as his eyes began to water. 
“Not Applicable for Adoption at this Time” was all the top said. He hadn’t bothered to read the rest. He knew what it was going to say. It’s what every letter said for the past few months. 
They weren’t approved. 
They traveled too much. 
There weren’t any in their preferred age group that were adoptable right now. 
They wouldn’t be able to take care of a baby. 
They were…Max didn’t even want to mention the word. 
He glanced at the gold band that adorned his ring finger on his left hand. The sight made his eyes water more. The paper was quickly crumpled and thrown to the side. The Dutchman leaned forward and put his hands over his face and just sobbed. 
They had been trying for so long. The conversation had started two years ago as they lied in bed one night. They were nearing the ends of their careers, but they hadn’t wanted to wait until they were retired. They were sure in their marriage enough to where they both could handle a baby in their lives. 
A mini them running around, playing with Jimmy and Sassy. The thought was too much to bear right now though. 
The door clicked but Max hadn’t heard, he just continued to sob. 
“Amore, I’m back from the shop. They had the pastries that you really liked. Amore?”
Max started sobbing harder. Before he heard knew it, strong arms wrapped around his shoulders. He heard a big sigh as a head rested against his back. 
“Another one?” 
Max didn’t even reply, but his sobs had subsided into quiet sniffles. Charles glanced over at the crumpled paper that had been tossed to the side. He’s told Max time and time again to wait until he gets home to read them, but the older was always a bit too excited or anxious to wait. He bit his tough, not wanting to say anything that could upset the Dutchman even more. 
“It will be all right.” 
“Will it?” Max bit back, full of sadness and anger. But, it wasn’t anger at Charles. He was angry at the world. 
“It will,” Charles hummed. However, the Monegasque was also getting run down by all the rejection letters. He didn’t know how much more he could take. But, he wanted to be strong for Max. For himself. For their hopeful future child. 
“Every time Charlie. Every time, it’s always a different excuse.” 
“Our time will come.” 
“But what if it doesn’t? We aren’t getting any younger Charles.” 
The Monegasque harshly inhaled. He stopped rubbing Max’s back. Although, he really didn’t know when he started. 
He went to say something, yet his phone rang loudly, breaking the silence of the room. Charles muttered something about wanting to hang up, but his breath hitched at the sight of the name at the top of his phone. His thumb had never pressed the answer button. 
He quickly put the call on speaker. 
“Bonjour?”
“Ah, Mr. Verstappen?”  
“This is he.” 
“Is your husband here with you?” 
Max perked up at the question. His eyes were bloodshot, but he was now paying attention. He scooted even closer to Charles, face almost in the phone. 
Charles chuckled at Max’s closeness. 
“Oui, he is here.” 
“Ok, so we just got a call from the Princess Grace Hospital. We think you want to come here for this.” 
Max gulped before whispering. “It is what we think it is?” 
Charles held his breath as he and Max waited for the answer. 
“Why don’t you come find out.”
The two of them could hear the playfulness as the their adoption agent hung up the phone. They looked into each other’s eyes before they dashed around, getting their shoes on. Max almost tripped as he hopped on one foot, his shoe getting caught on his finger. Charles chuckled as he bent to tie his own shoe. 
Max was halfway out the door, still waiting. 
“Come on Charlie.”
“Mon amore, are you forgetting something?” 
Max patted his pockets and realized he forgot the key that were now dangling on Charles’s finger. 
“Oh.” 
Charles rolled his eyes as he walked toward the door, grabbing Max’s waste as he walked. The Dutchman quickly followed him to the Monegasque’s Ferrari Purosangue. He bought the SUV when he and Max put in their first adoption profile. 
Max huffed as he noticed that Charles was going below the speed limit. 
“Baby, can you maybe, hurry up?” 
Charles only hummed as a reply. He did step on the gas a bit, but the Monaco speeds were slow as it. It wasn’t their fault that they drove ridiculously fast cars and his husband was currently high strung. 
Charles put his hand on Max’s thigh and started to rub small circles, which in the long run did help Max calm down a bit. 
The Dutchman had calmed down some by the time they parked in front. Charles started to get out of the car, but Max’s hand grabbed his arm before he got far. Charles recognized the look of fear on his husband’s face. His pointer finger found the golden band on Max’s finger and started to rub it. 
“What if- What if- What if it happens again.” 
Charles’s eyes drooped a bit at the sadness in Max’s voice. 
“But what if it doesn’t?” 
A glimmer of hope came back to Max’s eyes as he places a chaste kiss on Charles’s lips. 
“Let’s go.”
With an unbuckle of his seatbelt, Max was out the door. Charles had to catch up to Max’s larger steps. His hand soon found Max’s as they walked in. He squeezed three times, and got three in return. 
Charles look the lead as they approached the front desk. The lady at the computer had a nice attitude as she gave them a smile when she looked up from her screen. 
“May I help you gentlemen?” 
“Ah, yes, my husband and I got a call from our adoption agent, Mitch Walker.” 
The lady’s eyebrows raised as she started to type on her computer once again. Max bounced in his place, willing the lady to type faster. 
“Ah, floor three, room 89.” 
“Thank you,” Charles stated, already watching Max walk toward the elevator. He chuckled as he slowly followed, knowing the elevator would arrive when he got there. Inside the contraption, Max read the list of floors. 
His finger traced them until he got to the third floor. 
“Charlie.”
Charles looked where his finger had landed. 
Delivery floor.
Before Charles could react, the elevator doors opened. They both bolted into the hallway. 
86. 
87. 
88. 
89. 
They both paused in front. 
“Ready?” 
“Ready.” 
Charles grabbed the nob and slowly twisted. The room was a bit dim and Mitch was standing in the middle of the room. She turned at the sound of the door and a smile made a way on her face. 
“Hi guys,” she whispered. She stepped closer and pulled a curtain that cut the room in half. 
“Hi,” Charles replied, also whispering. 
Mitch put her hands together. “So, we have a little someone who was given up today. If everything goes well, you two might be going home with a baby today.” 
Tears welled up in Max’s eyes at her words. He choked down a sob and bit his knuckle.
“I just need you two to wash your hands and then you can meet her.” 
Charles whispered, “Her?” 
Mitch only nodded. 
This time, Charles was the one to let out a small sob. They gingerly walked over to the sink, hands bumping into each other as they rinsed under the water. Once dry, Mitch dragged the curtain back over. 
In the middle of the smaller section near a couch, lied a bassinet. With bated breath, Charles and Max peered over. Tears now welling in both their eyes. Max’s finger gently moved towards the baby’s face. 
He lightly grazed the soft cheek, causing the baby to squirm. Max had never jerked his hand away from something faster. Charles let out a small and quiet laugh. The baby’s hand was open, inviting Charles to put his finger in the tiny palm. 
The baby suddenly curled her fingers around the one finger, eyes suddenly opening. The Dutchman wanted to cry once again. Her green eyes peered up at him. Max’s eyes caught a tuft of hair and he gently pulled back the tiny hat. Blond hair appeared in a small bit. He gently pulled the hat back into place. 
His blond hair. 
Charles’s green eyes. 
Charles turned to Mitch. 
“Can I hold her.” 
A single nod had Charles scooping the baby in his arms, and he placed her on his chest. His body leaned back just a bit to accommodate her. Max immediately took his phone out and took a picture. He was definitely going to use that as his lock screen picture from now on. 
Max watched as Charles sat on the small couch in the corner. Max followed suit and sat next to him. 
The baby was looking right at him. 
“Hello little one,” he whispered, finding the courage to graze her face once again. A small smile appeared on the girl’s face, but it was short lived. But, Max had seen it and he was happy that it was directed at him. 
“-ax, Amore.”
His eyes shot up to Charles’s face. 
“Yes?” 
The brunet rolled his eyes. “I asked: Do you want to hold her?” 
Max could only nod. Charles gently handed her over to his husband and watched as his big hands cradled the baby. One hand was gently placed on her bum and the other on her head. He cooed at the man and baby, seeing tears stream down his face. 
Mitch quietly approached the couple. “So, it seems like everything is going well. I can almost read your minds and I got your application approved. It’ll take a while for everything to come in but you are good to take her home.” 
Charles stood and gave her a giant hug: big enough for the both of them. She patted Charles’s back before grinning widely again. 
“You know, she doesn’t have a name yet.” 
Max’s head whipped from the baby to the woman. 
“We get to name her?” he questioned, heart filling with so much love. There were so many names that he and Charles had picked out. The first name would be something special, something not used before. The middle names would be in honor of loved ones past and present. And then, the baby would take both last names. 
Mitch came over with a certificate and pen in hand. 
“Do you two know or do you need a moment?” 
Max nodded at Charles and then looked back down at the beautiful green eyes that stared up with him. 
Charles did the honors. 
“Her name is Y/n Julia Sophie Pascale Antoinette Leclerc-Verstappen.” 
Little Y/n. Oh how the world wasn’t ready. But it would welcome her with open arms.
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“Shit!” you yelled, tumbling out of bed. You were late, oh you were so late. Max was going to kill you and you could say goodbye to your seat. 
Before the season even started. 
You tripped as you pulled on a shoe, face planting back into the bed. Your phone was currently blowing up with notifications as it rested on the side table. You hastily pulled on your Red Bull polo and grabbed your jeans. Your foot got stuck since you put your shoes on first. 
Great move Y/n, great move. 
You finally got a hand on your phone and answered the call. 
“Where are you? Max is close to having an aneurism,” your race engineer hissed through the phone.  
“I know Charles, but my alarm never went off!” 
Your head was pressing your phone to your shoulder as you talked and walked toward the elevator. 
“Just please get here ASAP,” he sighed. You could see the man rubbing his eyebrows, even if you couldn’t see him. 
“I’m getting in the car now.” 
“You better be thankful. I’ll see you here.” 
When you arrived to the paddock, you went directly to the interviews, which you were late for as well. You winced as you walked in front of everyone and sat down, face ablaze in red. 
Lando poked your side. At least he went with the polo so you two could be matching some. He leaned over when a question was directed to Arthur. 
“Max is going to kill you.” He smirked as he leaned away. Your microphone accidentally picked up the smack to his shoulder. Some eyes landed on you as you tried to duck away. 
Arthur looked over at you. “Nice of you to join us champ.” 
You shrugged. “My alarm didn’t go off.” 
“Sure.” 
Your jaw dropped. “Excuse you?” 
Before you could get any farther, a journalist asked a question directed toward you. 
“Y/n, if I may, how is this season a bit different than last?” 
Your eyes looked up as you thought of a good answer. “Uh, well, there was a lot of change within Red Bull this past winter break. My old teammate went to being my team principal. And then he somehow convinced Charles to join as well and be my race engineer.” 
A scoff came from Arthur that cause you to lean to look at him. 
“Are you all right Leclerc?” 
The Monegasque rolled his eyes. 
“I would like to have my brother back please.” 
“Well, too bad I got him first. And then back to my question. Lando became my teammate and he’s giving me a run for my money.” 
Lando smirked at that statement. 
“Ah yes, the cheeky little bugger he is. But, I’m really on track for my second championship. Maybe next year I’ll let Lando get one.” 
The journalist thanked you for your good answer.
Fortunately the press conference ended after that. Yet, it was unfortunate for you since you could feel Max’s glare from miles away. You stopped, causing Arthur to bump into your back. 
“Any chance I can come hide in your driver’s room?” 
Arthur shook his head yes, giving you some hope. 
“No.” 
You visibly deflated as you watched him walk toward the bright red garage. 
A sigh left your lips as you stalked toward the garage. Charles gave you a sympathetic look as you walked past. His hand rubbed your shoulder until he gently pushed you toward Max. You winced under the Dutchman’s glare. 
“My office Y/n.” 
You could only follow him into the office. You took the first seat you passed in front of the large desk. Max rubbed his eyebrows and sighed. But, you panicked. 
“I’m so sorry Max. I swore I turned on my alarms last night, but I was up late going over data again because I can’t let the team down again like last race. I know that I can make up the speed. And then my phone was on silent and then I tripped on my shoe and the car got stuck in traffic. I swear I went straight to the conference. I won’t be late again I promise, just please don’t take away my seat.” 
Max watched in horror as you lost your composure right in front of him. This monologue only told him that you were truly scared that he’d kick you off the team because of a little DNF last race. His heart dropped as he saw tears stream down your face as you visibly shook. 
He stood up quickly and rounded the desk. His hands dropped on your shoulders. 
“Kid, kid. Listen to me. You’re not going to lose your seat. I was just worried when you didn’t show up and when you didn’t answer mine or Charles’s calls.” 
“Oh.” 
Max wanted to laugh. “Yes, oh. Do you remember all the times I used to show up late? The times that Charles showed up late as well?” 
You let out a chuckle as you remembered both Ferrari drivers would show up a bit late. No one ever seemed to mind. You let out a sigh of relief. 
Max stood up and walked toward the door. “Now, let’s go out there and what do we do?” 
“Kick names and take ass!” 
Max rolled his eyes. “Sure kid. Sure.” 
Earth 1218 - Present Earth   
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You gasped as you sat up in your bed. 
“Kid?” Max questioned, head popping up from the couch. Vegas had been super early again and you and Max didn’t want to go back to the hotel when you had FP2 soon. So, the two of you just curled up in his driver’s room. His voice was groggy as he had just gotten up from an interrupted nap as well. 
You clutched your head and groaned. 
“I had such weird dreams.” 
“Oh. Tell me?” Max’s head was already back down on his pillow. 
“You were a king, and then you were my younger brother?” 
Max snorted but let you continue. He knew that you wouldn’t remember in the morning anyway. 
“And then you were my teammate at Ferrari and Charles drove for Mercedes, Enzo was there. Oh, and then you and Charles were married.” 
“Kid you have been watching too many Lestappen edits on Twitter and TikTok.” 
You only grumbled. 
“I do not. Finally you were my team principal.” 
“Strange. Go back to sleep.” 
Max never got an answer back, because you were already zonked. He chucked and turned back over, phone clenched in his hand as he watched the edit of Charles’s 2022 sunset lap into his 2023 pre-storm qualification. However, he didn’t know that his volume was so loud. 
“He was sunshine, I was midnight rain…And I could see it all in my mind…” 
“I KNEW IT! YOU WATCH THEM TOO!” 
“GO TO SLEEP!” 
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inlovewithwoso · 6 months
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Thanks Charlie | Alessia Russo x Reader
short bc i wanted to post something, part 3 probably won't come until 3 weeks💀 heres part 1
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Alessia stood outside you door debating whether to personally give you the tickets or post it through your letter box. she chose to post it.
you turn your head to the door as you hear the letterbox clang, standing up slowly you wonder what it could be, it can't be mail it's wednesday.
once you reach the door you find a piece of paper with your name on it, you pick it up and flip it over opening it, finding a letter. you quickly open the letter and read it
to y/n
it's alessia, your neighbour and im giving you these tickets to my next game, i would love if you could come but if you can't due to your job that's completely fine. the game is tomorrow for more info here's my number, xxxxxxxxxxx.
you frown as you realise your working tomorrow, you run into the kitchen to check what your doing on your shift as it had been pre-planned.
arsenal v man city security
you chuckle as you realise you'd be at the game anyway, you read the letter again looking at the number at the bottom.
"fuck it." you mumble at you type the number into your contacts.
hey alessia its y/n, i just wanted to let you know that i will be working tomorrow. can return the tickets to you so you can give them someone else?
your hands shake as you type the text, slamming the phone on the desk anxious for her reply. your phone buzzes startling you out of your day dream.
yeah thats completely fine. i understand your job is important. will you be home by the time the game finishes?
your furrow your eyebrows in confusion, why does she want to know that?
yes i will be home by then, why?
i have a few gifts to give you.
♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪
you arrive at the stadium in your police car, dressed in a high-vis vest, you walk into the stadium walking to your assigned area, which coincidentally is next to the arsenal bench.
you watch as people start piling into the stadium going to there seats, well what you hope is their seats.
your phone buzzes in your pocket and you debate whether to check it or not, you decide to check it thinking it might be your mum or along the lines of that.
Alessia
if only you were here. (image attachment)
you open the image and realise thats its a picture if the stadium filled with people.
i'm sorry i couldn't be there. 🙁
you feel bad for lying to her but you hope she will enjoy the suprise when she realises you were there all along
no, no your all good , i understanding your job is important.
you smile at the text and put your phone back into your pocket returning to keeping the crowd tamed.
turning your head slightly you watch as both teams walk out onto the pitch quickly catching the eyes of alessia a beaming smile takes place over her face as she notices you
you smile back and turn your head back getting back to your job.
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halftime hits, 0-1 city is one up. you take a big breath and grab your bottle of water and taking a sip. suddenly at tap on your shoulder causes you to turn around, to face the blue eyed beautie.
"you're here? working?" she furrows her eyebrows puzzled. you screw the lid of your bottle back on and open your mouth to reply.
"yes. my shift today is to be a security guard at the arsenal verses man city game." you grin cheekily as she shakes her head at you. "you could have told me!" she exclaims placing her hands on your shoulders.
you chuckle and place your hands on the barrier, "don't you have to get changed?" you gesture your hands up and down at her outfit, causing a light shade of red to come across her cheeks.
"oh yeah, um... I'll see you?" she points at you, you nod and watch her run off to get dressed.
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fooled-around-and-fell · 11 months
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I was thinking about Pedro open monologue and his porny voice. What if Frankie accidentally called a phone sex line and talks to someone and keeps calling just to talk to her. And it ends up being someone we kinda knows . Like i was like someone write this!!!!
a/n: Love this idea! Hope you like this, love 💖 and I am SO SORRY it took me forever
Pairing: Frankie Morales x female reader
MINORS DNI
Masterlist
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Frankie was nervous.
He had never done anything like this before, but there was an urge, a want, a need.
He gulped as the line connected. He didn't know what to expect from the other end of the line, it could even be a prank, but the tightness in his pants defied any morality he had left.
He didn't know what to expect, but he was definitely not expecting an angelic voice that lured him in.
"Hey, how are you?"
Throat dry, hands sweaty, he's sure his grip on his phone was so tight he might break it. "Uh.." was the only thing he could muster.
"I understand this is your first time calling me.. I'm glad you chose me." He heard a light chuckle, "are you nervous?"
"Yeah, just.. just a little bit." Frankie looked around to check if anybody was near even though he's alone in his own house.
"That's okay," Your voice was smooth and calming. It made Frankie's heartbeat race. "Why don't you lay down for me, love?"
Frankie did as he was told. "Okay."
"There we go, more relaxed?" You asked. "Now, how about let's get to know each other first?"
Frankie blinked in confusion. "Um.. I like beer."
"That's nice, I'm a whiskey girl myself," You chuckled, "Anything you like to do in the bedroom? Or be done to you?"
At this point Frankie could hear his own heartbeat. It was loud, so loud that he couldn't speak.
"How about I start, hm?" You said. "I like a dominant man who'd do things to me."
It piqued Frankie's interest. "What.. what things?"
You smiled at the other end of the line. "Mm..punish me if I did something bad, play with me as he pleases... tell me if I'm being a good or a bad girl.. and.. well, I think you can imagine the rest."
"Fuck." Frankie cursed, his other hand palming his pants.
"Tell me more."
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Frankie kept calling you after that. Just once every few days. He was captivated with your voice, what you could do with just your voice... it was like you were there with him.
You never told him your name -- not like he told you his. But he found himself wanting to call you more than just babygirl these days.
You couldn't help but think of this mystery guy, sometimes. You've asked for his name several times but he never told you. You've resorted to calling him sir, daddy, or love.
There was something about his voice that sounded familiar, like you've heard it before, and you liked it. He was shy at first, but then he really opened up to you and told you the things he liked, things he wanted to do, the things he could do to you if you two met in real life.
"Fuck, baby, what I'd give to have you right here with me. Right now."
"I want you, too." You weren't lying. "I want you so bad."
"Are you touching yourself?"
A pause, cause you knew you shouldn't. You're the one working. "..Yes."
"Bad girl." Frankie chuckled, "You know you're not supposed to."
"Can't help it. You're just.... fuck. There's something about you." You pulled your shorts up.
"I feel the same way." He sighed, "Well, if you see a guy with a hat, a shirt -- mostly greasy shirt, and a mustache everyone is clearly jealous of.. that's me."
You chuckled. "Must be quite the mustache you have."
"One of the many great features I have." Frankie joked.
You described yourself to him, truthfully. You weren't sure why, but he made you want to be honest with him, made you want to show him who you really are.
"All I hear is beautiful."
Your legs were kicking under your table, a smile was on your face, and you realized you might be crushing on this man whom you've never met before.
You didn't even know what he looked like! How could hearing his voice make you this excited?
"Serious question though," Frankie cleared his throat, "How'd you start working here?"
You blinked a few times, "Are you trying to get to know me?"
Frankie let out a nervous laugh. "Sort of.. haha, is that so bad?"
"Mm. I don't know. I don't even know your name."
"What, calling me sir or daddy isn't satisfying you enough?"
You laughed, "You know that's not what I mean."
He smiled cheekily, "Well then say it. Call me daddy."
-- it wasn't like any other session. Usually with your other clients, you'd roleplay into this character you knew they liked, try to help them build their ideal scenario until they finished and you get your pay.
But with this man... it felt more natural. It felt like you're two people in a long distance relationship, talking at the end of your days, catching up, and just longing for each other.
It felt good, but you wonder why he was doing this. And if he, like you, wanted more.
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You were out at a party, one of your friends was hosting a BBQ night at his backyard, and you were more than happy to join in. Spending the entire day studying for school and then with your side job as a phone sex operator.. wasn't easy.
"Hey!" Santiago hugged you, "Sorry, I was busy helping Ben with the grill. Anyway, come on, you haven't met the guys in a while."
You and Santiago are friends because of your brother, who used to be his childhood friend. When your brother died in the field, Santiago treated you as his own little sister, taking care of you and making sure you're okay every time he's not busy.
Santiago knew about your side job, and he doesn't mind. You know it can be quite taboo, but it also pays your bills and you live very comfortably off of it.
"Guys, you remember Y/N." Santiago brought you over. "She's like my little sister, so don't mess with her."
"Relax, gramps." You chuckled, "You're only 3 years older than I am."
"Oh, they grow up so fast." He faked a tear.
"So, how's the studying going, kid?" Tom went along with the joke.
"Pretty good, actually." You chuckled, "If everything goes well, I should be able to be a nurse soon."
"That's great!" Tom said, "You can finally let being a phone operator go."
You laughed, "yeah, maybe. It does pay really well."
"It's a tough job, I don't know how you do it." Ben said. "How do you deal with a bunch of horny men desperate for... for release??"
You shrugged, "I got used to it, just gotta get to know them and have fun."
You were having a good time talking to the guys, having great food, reconnecting with people and just.. socializing. It's been a while since you did that, but you can't help but feel there's a pair of eyes staring at you.
And that pair of eyes managed to catch you off guard, alone in the kitchen while you were grabbing something to drink.
"I was wondering when you'd talk to me."
That was a complete lie. You had no idea who it was until you turned around -- Frankie.
He put his hands in his pockets. "Didn't want to bother you while you were havin' a good time is all."
You smiled. "How have you been, Frankie?"
"Good, mostly. And then I found out you're the one I've been calling."
You almost choked on your drink.
That's why he sounded so familiar, of course.
"Oh shit." You cursed. "I.. I didn't think this could happen."
"Me neither." Frankie crossed his arms.
"So what now?" You asked.
He shrugged, his expressions somewhat lead you to believe he's a little disappointed. "I stop calling you, and.. we pretend this ever happened. And.. I'm sorry if I ever made you uncomfortable during our.. yeah."
"That's it?" Now you're a little disappointed.
"Is that...not what you want?" Frankie asked.
You put your glass down. "I don't know, I was hoping to meet you in person. Get to know you.."
"Knowing what I like in bed isn't enough for you, sweetheart?" He joked.
"That's not what I meant!" You laughed, "I didn't know who you were or what you looked like, but I liked you anyway. And now that I know who you are... I kinda like you more."
Frankie stepped closer and trapped you between his arms. "I'm actually glad it's you -- panicked for a little bit, but now I'm glad."
Laughing, you and Frankie stared at each other. It was definitely him.
"That is a very good mustache you have."
"Mm." He hummed. "Mind if I kiss you?"
"Are they looking?"
Frankie glanced outside. "Yes. Do you care?"
"No."
"Good."
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tsumigram · 1 month
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part 3 of assigning canon mlgr lyrics to tsumigrams to complete all the characters (part 1, part 2)
the left ones are kai, toa, hiiro and ego
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ego:
Why are you here? You annoy me a little I can’t smile well anymore, it’s because of you Here and there is such a waste There’s no meaning in it, yes and no, it doesn't matter. It’s all how you say it I guess we can just say that this feeling is happiness I can't stop feeling like there's something missing Ahhh, It’s the same anywhere I go It’s like what’s wrong isn’t wrong I’m already the fake one Take a good look at me Until you find me Why, hey why, I’m nowhere to be found I pretended to be a good girl, but really, I don't want to say "I'm okay" If I were to make sure and suffer, I would rather be by your side Laughing together, side by side, this distance in our relationship is misleading me, is this what happiness is? Only if your heart would change but that’s not possible Please tell me what I should do, feelings shrouded in lies will float away and disappear
kai:
It becomes more and more diluted, it doesn’t have any flavor even if it’s chewed If it’s not needed, I’m not interested Now slowly close your eye, put your regret on display Wish for being there for someone With the same expression no matter who comes What do you think? I know it's not the type of question you want to be asked I can't help myself because I want to see your cute confused face, I'm sorry Let's have matching pain, this sickness is pretty bad I imagined that you saying "See you" is the same as "It's over” I understand that this love is out of bounds, so nothing has to change All these memories and you, only if I could erase them It’s a tie after saying sorry? What are you hoping for? The wanted wanting the wanter The overlap, isn't that some sort of perfection? Don't weigh me measure me against your morality Just shut it, will you? You know it all My lethal weapon: “This is how to be in love with you” Hey, so what if I said I liked-liked you, what would you do? I just wanted to ask, so it’s out in the open I just got a little greedy Saying I love you but doing what I did, I know I have no right, crossed and covered in sin My love, it scored an own goal, destroyed my love and me with its weight
toa:
The word I tried to say was “You’re unfair”, and those words thought how pitiful I am Is it a day off tomorrow? But anyway, let’s be together till the morning “Good morning” “Good night” I want to be with you as many times as I can What type of girl do you like? I want to become like that, but that’s probably too hard for me Here and there is such a waste There’s no meaning in it, yes and no, it doesn't matter. It’s all how you say it “Throw down” ethics is a delusion I’m still guilty even if the morning comes “Throw down” emotions with no color If I could laugh, If I could go back I’d play dead even though I’m alive right? If I could end, If I could stop How long would this dream go on Take a good look at me Until you find me Why, hey why, I’m nowhere to be found I'm the one who chose, let you and you and you all in Happy or sad? Why decide? Where'd you get your half-baked sense of justice If the voices crying out in pain, can be saved by me Allow it to be my charge and mission
hiiro:
How many more times do I have to do this so I can be human? It’s going great, We’re gonna punish you until you cry If you get off now, you're a traitor You won’t be forgiven, it was stupid licking each other’s wounds There’s no special meaning, I got the short end of the stick I overheard, I found out How much I’m not needed “Throw down”, someone’s value Cannot be the same as another “Throw down” should choose between superiority or inferiority Instead you kept calling me “hopeless” You never called me by my name You were always comparing me to someone else Don’t leave me alone, don’t leave me Why was I born to be me? Pressure, pressure! Falling head down Pressure, pressure! Whatever you do, you’re still last in line Me, the result of blame-shifting, no, can’t find that funny With just one mistake and I’m out of chances Flames closing in, are both sides losers?
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sunbloomdew · 6 months
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my olba mc timeline!
introducing my darling buttercup, Haru Nakamura :D
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finally i can post this! i'm very happy to talk about a character i have been working on since may haha. does that mean they are fully cooked? let's talk about something else :) insert why do they call you babygirl meme
you don't wanna know how long was the process of making this one drawing,,,, 1/10, would do it again no question, but god did that take time. here's the sketch for comparison :]
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(hopefully) short and concise description of each step below + a couple of songs that i assign to each step, from their playlist because i can and i will
ʰᵃʰᵃʰᵃʰʰᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃ ᵗᵘʳⁿˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ⁱ ʷʳᵒᵗᵉ ᵃ ᵇⁱᵗ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ʰᵃʰᵃʰʰᵃᵃʰ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵐʸ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵃᵍᵉ ᵇᵗʷ
now before i move to each step, i want to take a moment to talk about Haru's name. they are japanese american (their biological parents were both japanese people who moved to california) so i wanted them to have a japanese name.
first their birth name, Kaito. i picked this [快仁] way of writing it. 快 means "pleasant, comfortable, agreeable" and 仁 means "humanity, benevolence and kindness". i chose it as their birth name because of a few reasons:
first, some other ways of writing this name include a kanji that means "ocean, sea". it's an obvious connection to the setting of olba, as well as the character's deep connection with sunset bird, especially in their childhood.
the meanings assigned to the version i chose, describe haru at their core and during step 1 when they use this name. they are a comfortable presence whose greatest desire is to make meaningful, genuine connections with other people (fucking extravert). while they are pleasant they are a people-pleaser as well - part of their journey is to unlearn that.
it sounds very cute and they are the sweetest kid
now the name people actually know them for, the one they feel describes them the best - Haru. the kanji that i picked [春] means "spring, season of growth and renewal" and it's precisely what Haru's 'arc' is about. the meaning and value of their personal growth, understanding themselves and working with oneself instead of against.
a little tidbit about their name: there is a kanji with which it can be written that means "cherry blossom". those flowers are considered as a symbol of spring in japan, usually blooming between the end of march and beginning of may. another fun fact, haru's birthday is on the 2nd of april :]
Nakamura is a surname i chose instead of Last in the game. i thought it would be fun to headcanon that the family's surname is actually from Noelani's side (some Hawaiian last names are Japanese in origin, hence Nakamura). The kanji i picked to write it are [中村] - 中 meaning "in, inside, middle, center" and 村 meaning "village, hamlet". I think of it as a reference to sunset bird itself.
so once we put all of the ingredients together it already forms an image of a character. i've been reading a book by david day "the hobbits of tolkien" in which the author describes j.r.r. tolkien's process of creating the hobbits. it's very fascinating, the way in which he used his philologist knowleadge - digging up the word first and then tracing it's origins and the word family to slowly create the hobbits we know today. my process of creating haru was somewhat similar in methods, though definitely not the process (god no, i am nowhere near tolkien's level). i wanted to mention that because the words we use to describe the world, or in this case characters are important.
i like to think that haru's whole name means "spring in a village", with them being the embodiment of said season, connected to an undeniably summer town. a little bit like baxter, our resident autumn boy stumbled into a seaside tourist town. only in haru's case the lines are more blurry. i think of them as the manifestation of the spring/summer period, when the sun shines brightly and trees bloom but the wind is still chilly and strong.
in any case, let's move further! fairies know i could talk just about their name forever
Step 1: welcome to childhood folks! in step 1 Haru uses their birth name, Kaito, and he/him pronouns. Kaito is a lonely child who wants only one thing - to have a friend. he is too fat, too shy, too different from other kids his age, which leads to him being isolated from them. this plants the first seeds of his insecurities that will follow him into the future. being ignored and laughed at really impacts Kaito, who only wants to make friends with anybody. it makes this thought slowly grow at the back of his mind: "there is something fundamentally wrong with me." thankfully, he has the support of lizzie and their moms and the soothing sound of the waves and the warm sand at the beach, which make his social isolation feel less hurtful.
when it comes to his personality, Kaito is an open-hearted, open-minded kid who is quite shy. he is naive, terribly impatient and impulsive which can be a fatal combination. curiosity is another defining trait of his - not really with any things of an academic nature, but definitely about other people, so much he can be very nosy. despire that he is pretty good at reading social cues and figuring out people's feelings. if only he had enough foresight to actually confirm his thoughts with others - he is prone to assume things solely based off his judgement. he is empathetic and a good listener. his tendencies in people-pleasing are only starting to grow, but it will be a huge problem down the line.
a sidenote about his design: colours chosen for each step hold a meaning. the colour palette for step 1 is a triadic colour scheme with purple, teal and yellow. i chose those colours because they remind me of summer, and in step 1 kaito is at the beginning of his growth as a person. at this point in their life, they are connected with summer as a season the most, because they have yet to begin the process of figuring themselves out and understanding themselves.
Cove moving in is a turning point for Kaito. he changes his life by befriending him. it doesn NOT alleviate the insecurities and doubt still nestled in Kaito's heart. rather he views Cove as someone special for befriending him. the setting for their relationship is Nervous Fond. Kaito likes Cove immediately (as they do with most people, they are very open) but is very nervous about this whole making friends process.
Alright this all probably sounds very angsty but this internal turmoil of Kaito's is (for now) very much in the background. think of it like a box covered with sheets, dusted over and hidden in the attic. step 1 is mostly cute kid shenanigans (and some crying).
Songs:
hawaiian roller coaster ride - mark keali'i ho'omalu, kamehameha schools children's chorus; lilo and stitch original soundtrack
the right amount of dumb - kan gao; finding paradise (original game soundtrack)
i have a hole in my tooth (and my dentist is shut) - dodie
take me anywhere - kan gao; to the moon (original game soundtrack)
second child, restless child - the oh hellos
(the right amount of dumb is like their theme in step 1 because they are a bit of a dumbass <33 silly little kid)
Step 2: ahhh early teenage years. i think 12yo and older is the time when you start to realize how profoundly fucked up reality is and react appropriately! which is exactly what Haru is going through, on top of being obsessed with becoming popular. sigh.
step 2 is very rough for Haru. for one, their insecurities from childhood only grow. they see their inabilty to create a large circle of friends as a reflection of their worth. their self-esteem is at all time low, which is why they do everything they can to cover it up. kids are cruel so they cannot show any weaknesses. in order to cover up their low self-confidence they become very arrogant,they arrive at this conclusion: if they are so unlikable (false) then they only need to pretend to be someone else entirely to make people like them (bruh. teenage brain is a mystery).
and so begins their fabrication of themselves, altering parts of their appearance, personality even giving up and picking up hobbies just to appeal to the 'popular kids'. deep inside they know that this is futile. you cannot make people like you, you cannot make them respect you if they don't no matter how hard you try. but they are so starved for social interactions, that it doesn't matter at the moment. if they get to hang out with the cool kids, if people wave to them in the corridors then what does it matter that the person they are greeting is fake?
those purposeful but forced changes consume them. they are constatly playing a role around people they know but don't trust - they can only relax with their family, Cove and Derek. but even then, they aren't fun to hang out with that much. seeing as they can reveal their true thoughts only then, it makes them constantly angry (at everything, but at themselves the most probably) which affects their relationships with their friends and family.
to them it feels like being stuck between a rock and a hard place. they can't bear their soul to the cool kids group, because that would mean admitting that they are not a person they pretended to be - this loud, out-going, larger than life, perfect person. and in their head they think they can't reveal anything to their loved ones either - it would mean admitting defeat in making friends.
so yeah, the struggle is there y'all. despite all the harm that comes from their behaviour and their environment, they learn a couple of things too. they realize they aren't a mind reader and perhaps asking people about their problems is better than assuming you know what is wrong, even if you are like 99% sure you know. doesn't mean they won't ask in the most blunt, tactless way possible tho. their shyness as if evaporates completely - you're not gonna make it far in middle school being shy. funnily enough, they are a massive people-pleaser. you'd think that this bold, boisterous teen star would be far from it, but every action Haru performs in their school circle is for the approval of others. if there are any mild upsides to their state is that they can fulfill their innate need of connecting with other people. it's not deep or meaningful in most cases but what can you do.
as you probably noticed, the main colour of this step is green. but why? green is such a nice colour, with so many positive meanings... sike! i mean yeah it is, but you know what else green symbolises? greed and envy. i used green for this step to highlight haru's desire of becoming popular not as a genuine dream, not even as a way to connect with others but because of the immense jealousy they felt. of other people who got to have friends that liked them for who they are. of elizabeth especially, who never seemed to struggle with making people like her. in this stage of their life, green is definitely a negative colour for them.
the comfort level in step 2 is Direct Fond for both Cove and Derek. no matter which route i'm deciding on romantically, haru does not have a crush on anyone in step 2, or at least doesn't allow themselves to have.
Songs:
freaks - surf curse
kawaki wo ameku [カワキヲアメク] - minami [美波]
carnivore - starset
stand out fit in - one ok rock
remember my name - mitski
(i especially like carnivore for this step because haru starts avoiding eating meat, cause they don't like the taste that much. the choice of this song is a bit of an inside joke for me, also the lyrics fit very well)
Step 3: we enter era of healing! i'd say in step 3 haru is at a solid 3/4 way to doing better internally. step 2 was their lowest, but now they are beginning to bloom. but growing older doesn't only bring knowleadge and growth, it also brings a new lot of issues to deal with.
Haru has been confronted about their behaviour. the impact it had on others and on themselves (there was a lot of crying and broken confessions, not a good time). as they reached their limit, they finally decided to speak their feelings and accept help from their loved ones.
now, it's hard to simply get rid of one's insecurities, especially those that seemed to be reinforced by the outside world for a long time. they use a strategy as old as time to deal with (not cover up anymore) their low self-esteem - fake it till you make it. some of their arrogance stays with them, as a blanket of security in a way, but they are determined to be confident in themselves.
their growth starts with a somewhat superficial thing but one that they always cared about: their clothes. they were always interested in clothing and fashion but only in step 3 they move a bit further with that interest and begin to make clothes on their own. it's an important passion to them, not only being very therapeutic but also allowing them to express their true self, both in terms of their personality as well as gender.
a major shift in their perception of their relationships with others was caused by realizing, that gaining popularity was not going to make them feel fulfilled. they had always desired deep, meaningful relationships, and while being recognized at school was nice, it wasn't really what they were looking for. this in turn make them rethink their whole "pretending to be someone you're not" business and with their loved ones assistance they figured out that... it simply wasn't worth it.
and because haru is the most impulsive person on this side of the globe, they did not ease themselves into this realization but again forced themselves to abandon their old ways in favor of being painfully true to themselves. and then everybody smacked their foreheads.
haru is a lot kinder to themselves now, courtesy of cove and others, but they still tend to ignore themselves in favor of somebody else. their shyness returned, and they no longer try to force themselves into acting more out there than they are. since the let down their walls, they speak their mind without thinking and are prone into agreeing to things immediately, often finding themselves in uncomfortable or annoying situations.
right now their most pressing struggle is dealing with becoming an adult. they feel as if they had just got peace and stability in their life and yet their friends are leaving or staying, getting jobs, time is slipping through their fingers like sand and everything is different. haru themselves feels very lost and overwhelmed by the future, so for now they latch onto people, their friends, sister and moms and try to spend as much time with them as possible, drowning the sound of their own fear in their laughter. on top of that there is a new guy in sunset bird, who seems to have a bit similar internal struggles to them, and haru feels like they could make a connection for life. i wonder how that will go :]
step 3 colours! they wear a lot of different colours because their style is mostly inspired by the 80s, plus they like to go crazy with the clothes they make. but colours that appear the most are definitely pink and yellow, plus a little bit of green. green appears in smaller amounts and in shades closer to yellow to express it's different nature than the green in step 2. this time it represents growth, freshness and hope.
now yellow is a very important colour that i consider haru's main colour. they are simply inseparable in my head. it was completely gone from their colour palette in step 2, and in step 1 it had more of a golden shade, one reminiscent of summer, but in step 3 it brings forth thoughts of spring more. it is purposeful, as Haru is finally growing into the person they want to be. yellow's positive meanings are among others optimism, happiness, creativity and enthusiasm. but it can also be associated with fear and cowardice and that is definitely something that fits haru in this step as well.
pink is prevalent in this specific outfit, but like i said, the clothes they wear in this step are pretty colourful. still, it holds meaning, seeing as it's also visible in their step 4 clothes. pink is invincibly linked with romance and romantic feelings - something haru allows themselves to open up to in step 3. like most things about them, if they have a crush on somebody their infatuation comes fast and strong, seemingly out of nowhere. but other than romance, pink is a colour of youth and playfulness.
after dealing with all that teen angst, they are very playful. combined with the dread of the future and genuine excitement they finally feel, they are a sweet, sociable person. the comfort level is Relaxed Fond, unless they have a crush on either Cove or Baxter, then it's Nervous Crush.
Songs:
permanence - bears in trees
wishing well - the oh hellos
infinite - lyn lapid
summer depression - girl in red
what if it doesn't end well - chloe moriondo
(i didn't put this song here despite it being the first one on haru's playlist, but teenage dream by katy perry is such a step 3 haru song)
Step 4: sweet woes of adulthood! Haru has grown and grown up but of course, life is a continuous string of things happening and us having to deal with them. some things stayed the same, for example their big ego. from aiming to cover up their low confidence, to actually gaining a healthy amount of it, like in most things they do, they went overboard. and while some of it is still a little bit of a defense mechanism, they are also completely insufferable and a beast of self-esteem. you win some you lose some.
they grew into the person they were always meant to be: free spirited, open, empathetic and creative. even so, they still retain their oh so recognizable traits. their curious, almost nosy demeanor, impatient nature and people-pleasing ways. they are still reckless though not quite as impatient, they learned to be a bit more chill.
haru learned to manage their intense nature. especially when it comes to meeting new people, they realize and respect the fact that not everybody will be eager to form a deeper bond, as much as it confuses them sometimes. they have always been ride or die type of person, but growing up has mellowed them out a bit.
the most growth happened with their way of managing their relationships as well as their perception of themselves. they are a lot more mature and as such manage to maintain their relationships. even if they still sometimes assume other people's thoughts or take up too much upon themselves, they see what they have accomplished and are very proud of themselves.
their struggles now involve the usual perils of adulthood, but mostly keeping up with their friends and making sure everything is alright. other than that though, they eagerly travel and go out of their way to meet even more new people - they do need someone to anchor them, or they will get carried away and eventually step on somebody's toes (or fail to return from another state on a scheduled date).
speaking of their adult relations, baxter leaving was a huge blow to them. like traumatic event rank S type of thing. when they meet again it's a storm lol
when it comes to Haru's other dreams and goals, i picture them with a business that makes custom clothes, like handmade ones. their side job would be helping out cove with surfing lessons and his business. they like to work with other people and are a fairly good leader, but they dislike doing the simple tasks because they are so boring.
last design notes! so there is yellow and pink, a bit of blue and white, at least in this outfit. yellow, pink and white are their characteristic colours, but green finds it's place here too sometimes (to drive home the spring theme more).
like i mentioned, haru's colour is yellow. it's the colour of sunshine, buttercups, the sand and some birds and fish, and most importantly it's the colour i associate with spring (along with green). haru is a character that represents the late spring, teeming with life and joy, intense in growth and weather, downpours or clear skies alike.
i don't think there is much more to say about the colours in this step, as in my opinion yellow is most significant. pink also connects with haru's acceptance of femininity and figuring out exactly how much they associate with it. and blue is the colour of the sky :)
in step 3 they are at Direct Fond or Crush. I like their energy in relationships with other people :]
Songs:
hey blondie - dominic fike; barbie the album
everybody loves me - onerepublic
never gonna not dance again - p!nk
sick of losing soulmates - dodie
rebel rebel - david bowie
dancing with myself - billy idol
(hey blondie is such a bop holy shit you guys- also very much a haru song <3)
wow i can't believe i actually wrote this. i am very particular about my characters so now that i have this sort of "introduction" for haru posted, i can post other things about them! don't ask me how that works, it has to be chronological
if you've read this thank you very, very much <3 and if you didn't, fair i feel you lol. feel free to ask about them if your heart desires :]
toodles~
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Never: His Own Ship
cw: torture, psychological whump, violence
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She chose the knife.
One of the men holding James clamped a hand over his mouth on Peter's orders, so he couldn't sway her decision. And she chose the knife.
He let out a muffled cry as Peter picked up the blade and pressed it into Jeddy's hand.
"Are you an artist, Esme?"
"No sir." Her voice was flat. Emotionless.
"What about writing then, do you know your letters?"
"I do, sir."
Peter left her standing there, wrenched James' right arm away from his side.
"Hold him down."
James was forced onto his stomach, one of the men digging a knee into his back. He cried out at the sudden pressure on his ribs.
Peter stretched his arm out.
"There we are. Now Esme, I'd like you to write your name."
"My name, sir?"
"Yes." He smiled. "I want you to carve it into his arm."
James thrashed, though he knew it was pointless. Peter had the power here. He could do whatever he wanted, including shatter one of his few remaining solaces. 
Jeddy seemed frozen in place. "Sir, I-I can't."
"I'm sure you'll find that you can," Peter said, clapping her on the shoulder. "Now go on."
"Sir–" she stopped short as Peter leaned in.
"It's going to be either your name or mine, Esme. And only one of those choices ends with you still onboard. Do you understand?"
Jeddy clenched her jaw. "I… I understand."
She knelt beside James, as she'd often done before. Only this time she wasn't feeding him, wasn't cleaning a fresh cut. This time, she was the one who wielded the knife.
He understood, told himself he understood, though his chest hitched and he squirmed under the weight of the men in a weak attempt to get away.
It would happen either way.
It would happen either way, and at least this way, only one person had to hurt. Only him.
But why did it have to be her?
The point pricked against the soft skin of his forearm and she pressed in, making the first line–
"Deeper," Peter said. "Or it won't scar right."
Jeddy nodded, silent as ever, and James tried to hold back from making any sound, more for her sake than his.
Compared to Peter's other ideas, this was tame, he told himself.
It wasn't his hand.
He'd be okay.
If nothing else, he could pretend it wasn't her doing the damage, pretend it was only Peter–
"James, open your eyes if you'd like to keep them."
And so he did, a gasp escaping him as she began a second line. A third, a fourth. A bloody 'E' cut into his wrist.
The shine of tears in her eyes was the only thing that betrayed her neutral expression.
He breathed through it as best he could, unable to look away as she carved each crimson letter.
E-S-M-E
He wanted to tell her it was okay. That she had no choice, and it was okay, but he couldn't open his mouth. Couldn't form the words.
Peter examined James' arm for a moment, jabbing a cut with his finger to draw a cry from him before releasing his wrist and letting the limb fall back to rest on the deck.
"I don't like it," he said.
"Cut it off," he said.
Cut it off. The skin, or the hand, or the arm? What did he mean? Would she obey?
The image came to his mind, Jeddy gently sawing through his wrist with that same stony expression, and it was all he could do to hold back another sob.
"Captain…" her voice was quiet, the single word sounding like a plea. Who was it for? For Peter to show mercy? For James to forgive her?
"Esme," Peter replied in the same tone. "Will you do it?"
She shook her head, and Peter clicked his tongue, picking up the bloodied knife and sliding it back into his belt.
"That's okay," he said, taking the whip in hand as well. Letting it uncoil.
"It's time for James' pick anyway."
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He'd felt the bite of the whip once, years before his days aboard the Merry, and though it had hurt, the welts had healed swiftly, not even having broken skin. 
But that had been only five lashes, and not a cat-o'-nine.
James didn't struggle as they bound him to the mainmast, the rope digging into the fresh cuts on his forearm. Peter had known what he wanted from the start. No matter the choice James or Jeddy made, he'd been destined for both torments the moment he was dragged into the daylight.
He didn't try to look back. Didn't want to see whether it was Peter, or Jeddy, or some other crewmember who would be the one to swing the whip.
He heard it drag towards him, the lead bits scraping along the wooden deck.
"Do you want to hear the rules of this game, James?" Peter's voice came from a few feet behind. "Because if you win…" he trailed off. "If you win, I'll let you go."
James didn't believe him. Not one bit, but what else did he have but the faint hope that Peter might follow through?
"Well?" Peter said. "Aren't you going to ask what the rules are?"
"Wh…what are the rules?" James mumbled, resting his forehead against the mast. His arms were already beginning to lose feeling from being strung up.
"If you can stay awake through a certain number of strikes, you're free. Doesn't that sound fun? Free." Peter leaned in close, right by his ear. "So how many will it be, James? How many do you think you'll make it through?"
James knew how this would go. Too low and Peter would laugh afterwards, say he didn't quite earn his freedom. Too high, and he wouldn't stand a chance. If Peter was feeling particularly cruel, he'd call any number too low, forcing him to raise the count until he bled out right here.
"Ten," he said through gritted teeth, hoping it was enough to satisfy Peter.
"Ten," the other man repeated, sounding surprised. "I would've wagered five! But I like your pluck. Ten it is."
James' heart sank. A part of him knew Peter would say that no matter what he chose, but it still felt like he'd duped himself. Ten. 
But maybe Peter would be true to his word. Maybe ten lashes were all that stood between him and freedom. Maybe he'd finally be released from this hell.
And what then? Would Peter set him adrift in a rowboat? Let him run into the forests of the mystery island? How would he survive, broken as he was?
No matter how he looked at it, whatever path he was thrown down, every option seemed bleak. Hopeless.
"Let's begin."
James tensed, already shaking with anticipation of the pain that was to come.
The first strike hit right in the center of his back, pain spiking through his body, bright as lightning. He didn't even have time to cry out.
The next one hit to the side, lead tips colliding with his bruised ribs, and this time he did scream, a horrible, ragged sound.
Third. His head was already swimming, and he clenched his jaw. Seven more. Such a small number and yet it may as well be infinite.
"Hh–Aughh!" Four.
Five. His vision was splotched with white. Stay awake. Push through.
"Halfway," Peter sang out. "And just think, that could've been the last one if you weren't so ambitious."
The sixth came down, dragging out another hoarse scream.
Seven.
Eight.
His vision was fading in and out, his body shuddering with pain and fatigue. Hold on. Just hold on.
Nine. His back had been set ablaze, the fire reaching up to take him…
Ten. His body jerked under the final stroke, the only sound escaping him a choked whine.
Over. It was over it was over it was over. He was conscious only by the most base definition, seeing but not aware, hearing but not processing. Feeling the pain roll through him like the tide. Nearly unbearable, threatening to smother him, to drown him, but he fought it, no matter how much he wanted to sink beneath its waves and cease to know the world around him.
"Well done!" Peter's voice rang around him. "Didn't think you had it in you."
Hands reached up, cut the ropes, let his body hit the deck limply, his eyes staring emptily at the horizon.
"You've impressed me, James." Peter and his smile were over him, silhouetted in blue. "I think you deserve more than freedom. I think you may even deserve to be captain again."
Captain? James thought, the word spinning in his head. Peter wouldn't step down. He wouldn't allow things to be as they were, and even if he did, nothing would ever be the same. James couldn't just walk off the last month, couldn't bury everything he'd suffered, and he knew his crew would never forget how he'd groveled and begged after one whispered threat from Peter.
"What do you think? Captain of your own ship again."
Of his own ship.
James winced as Peter grabbed him by the hair, lifted his head just enough so he could see the crowd part for a pair of men carrying a large barrel. It took him a minute to comprehend, to realize what was going on. He took in the broomstick tied to the barrel in a mockery of a mast, the bit of canvas that stood for a sail...
"Beautiful, isn't she? About to take her maiden voyage." Peter released James, and his head dropped.
He'd been brought back up to die after all. It had been hopeless from the start.
"And what's a captain without a first mate?"
And Jeddy was brought forward, tearstains on her cheeks.
"S-sir, I don't—"
"You don't what?" Peter said, and his voice was measured. Cool. "You don't think I know everything that happens on my ship? You don't think I know the signs of scale use?"
No…
"You've disobeyed me once. Failed to prove your loyalty when I gave you the chance."
Jeddy's shoulders shook. "Please. Captain. Don't make me leave her."
"Leave her? You ought to count yourself lucky I didn't throw you in the brig when I found out."
"Peter…" James' voice came out more whimper than word, barely audible. "L-leave her be."
The other man shook his head, putting a hand on Jeddy's shoulder in such a way that it almost looked friendly. "Don't tell me how to run my ship, James. You can call the shots once you're aboard your own," he said with a wink, waving on the men with the barrel.
"Now heave-ho, boys. We have a ship to launch."
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WHY IS THE SHERLOCK FANDOM OBSESSED WITH 1895?
1. 221b Poem
If you’re a part of the Sherlock fandom, which if you’re reading this, there’s a high chance you are… then you’ve probably heard a lot of people mention something along the lines of: “It is always 1895”. This line actually originates from a poem named ‘221b’ by the poet Vincent Starret.
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After extensive research, the year of 1895 does not prove significant to this specific poem other than it was the years of childhood for Vincent himself, when perhaps he read Sherlock Holmes? Though this was one year following the published ‘Memoirs Of Sherlock Holmes’ in which ‘The Final Problem’ took place as Sherlock fell to his “death” at the Falls Of Reichenbach so I struggle to see the significance myself. (please comment if you know)
In the modern day, the last line of that poem however has come to represent the repression of the Baker Street Boys in that they will never be able to outwardly homosexual because it’s 1895 and it’s against the law.
2. THE TRIALS OF OSCAR WILDE
Some of you may also recognise the date of 1895 to coincide with The Trials Of Oscar Wilde- who was an Irish poet and playwright, sentenced for ‘gross indecency’ (acts of homosexuality).
Now this is all relevant when taking into account Doyles relation to Wilde. In 1889, both Arthur and Oscar were invited to dinner at the Langham Hotel in London with a publisher for the Lippincott magazine. The two authors were very fond of each other and Doyle later wrote that Doyle complimented his lesser known work which definitely would have gotten the Irish poet in The Scotts good books.
After the Trials, Doyle wrote that it should have been a matter for the hospital, not prison. Considering the stigma around homosexuality in the 19th century, to say this would have been very progressive and quite a risk as well. It’s clear Doyle liked Wilde which, for the Sherlock fandom, creates hope that perhaps Conan Doyle did purposely sub-textually make johnlock canon.
More significantly perhaps to this, is Doyles possible link to The trials in his own Sherlock short story, The three students, which begins with:
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What makes this more bizarre, is the fact that due to the time at which the story is set, John and Sherlock had to spend time apart… to what? Avoid suspicion? Why are the suspicious?
3. BBC SHERLOCK
BBC Sherlock mentions the year 1895 a lot. Whether that be Johns blog stuck at the number or the time setting for The Abominable Bride, it is definitely not a coincidence that Mark and Steven chose these dates as extended metaphors to tell us that “It is always 1895” even in 2010.
Firstly Johns blog:
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In ‘A scandal In Belgravia’, John complains that his blog counter has been stuck on 1895 throughout Christmas and later on, Sherlock believes the blog has been hacked as a message to tell him the password to Irenes phone.
Now, the fact that Johns blog is stuck at 1895 is very telling in that Moffitss want us to understand that, although we are in modern times, for Sherlock and John, feelings between them are still repressed as if it were 1895. We see that Sherlock is quite angered by the blog being stuck at this number which could correlate with the fact that he does not want to hide his feelings towards John anymore due to stigma.
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Secondly, the abominable bride, which Steven Moffat stated was very importantly set in 1895 for some bizarre reason… because it doesn’t come into the plot. The Abominable Bride is described by many as Sherlocks gay fever dream, quite understandably.
Although the year 1895 doesn’t directly appear to be of much importance, the ideas revolving Sherlocks sexual life certainly does. Sherlock and John share an… interesting conversation IN A GREENHOUSE on the topic of Sherlocks sexual urges, keep in mind that this is all in Sherlocks head. This is interesting because it means that Sherlock wants John to question him in real life and to start that conversation with him. (the exaggeration of “greenhouse” referring to the metaphor that they are not hidden as the walls are glass, they are open to each other and to the world.)
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At the end of the episode, Sherlock stands melancholy like at the window, looking out longingly as the world around 221b progresses in age, but, for the Baker Steer boys, “it is always 1895.”
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Hi! I am in love with your Good Enough post for the Haikyuu!! boys. It was so sweet and exactly what I needed to read. I adore fluffy things like that. Not a lot of authors stick to SFW and I want to thank you for sticking to that. As someone who has a foot on both sides of that line, I know how easy it is to fall. I think we have a tendency to forget that intimacy can be nonsexual as well. So, go you!
Anyhow, before I get on another tangent… I would like a part 2 of Good Enough. With Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Kita, Akaashi, Daichi and Makki? (Part 1 had 6 so I chose 6 as well.) Please and thank you in advance if you take my request!
— Good Enough (Volume II)
๑ Requested by @exaltedvalkyrie
๑ Iwaizumi Hajime, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kita Shinsuke, Akaashi Keiji, Daichi Sawamura, Hanamaki Takehiro (Haikyuu)
๑ Contains: Use of They/Them pronouns (they weren't specified and I like making things as inclusive as possible, I hope that's okay!); Angst with a happy ending (or at least okay ending); Hurt/Comfort
๑ Quick Note: Thank you so much for requesting and thank you for all the kind words! All of it really made my morning!! <3
– Editing Note: Akaashi's is a bit different! Nothing scary, it is just a bit different from the other ones. I also didn't know how to end it, so the ending is kind of abrupt. Sorry!
– Editing Note (6/12/22): I am so, so, unbelievably sorry this is so late!! This last semester was a lot busier than I anticipated and I am so sorry for the months-long wait. I hope you enjoy the finished product.
๑ Related Works: Good Enough (Volume I)
Iwaizumi Hajime
Hajime's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you.
Your teeth were caught on the inside of your bottom lip and your eyes were focused straight ahead, even though Hajime could see you weren't processing anything that was going on around you. Your teeth moved their position from the inside of your mouth to fully biting into the outside of your lip. Hajime watched as you sat there looking troubled before you opened your mouth.
"Iwa, I think... I think we should break up."
Iwaizumi Hajime frowned. He frowned at the way your words shook, he frowned at the idea that you wanted to leave him, and he frowned at you using a nickname that conveyed you weren't as close as you were. Aside from Oikawa, and at this point in Iwaizumi's life, a select few others, 'Iwa-chan' was reserved for people just barely friendly enough to get to a first name basis with him. The fact that you didn't call him Hajime, but instead something still friendly enough hurt him.
"Why?" He asked, careful to not let his voice have a harsh edge. He knew the situation was sensitive and that you were likely sensitive in this moment as well. "Why do you think that?"
"It's just..." You shrugged, looking anywhere but him. "I know you could do better."
Iwaizumi's frown grew and his eyebrows drew closer together. He couldn't understand where you got that idea. "What do you mean?" He asked, carefully turning your head to face him. "How could I possibly do better when I have you? If anything, you're too good for me."
At his admission, you let out a shaky breath. "What?" You hiccuped.
"You're the one that deserves better." He repeated. "I work odd hours that normally run late, I'm not always in the best mood and my temper's always been short." Iwaizumi grabbed your hands in his, gently playing with your fingers. "None of that ever seems to bother you, though. You're always here for me and putting up with me. You're my world, (Y/N). I don't want to let you go, but if you really want to leave, I don't want to make you miserable and force you to stay."
The dam officially broke as a sob finally escaped you. You threw your body into his. "I'm sorry, Hajime! I don't wanna leave you, I promise!"
Hajime pulled you closer into him, softly petting your head. "I've got you, baby." He whispered, kissing the top of your head. "I love you so much. If you ever start getting thoughts like that again, let me know, yeah?"
You nodded against him. "I love you too, Hajime."
Kuroo Tetsurou
"Honey, I'm home!" Kuroo announced as he entered your shared apartment, waiting to hear your sweet little laugh. You both knew Kuroo saying that was cheesy and ridiculous, but it got you every time. This time, however, was different. Instead of an amused snort passing through your nose, or a laugh ringing throughout the room, Tetsurou was met with silence.
He looked to the side of the door and frowned. Your shoes were here, but you weren't. The man began to look around, starting with your shared bedroom.
Walking down the hallway and opening the door, he discovered that he was right. There you were, sitting in the middle of your bed with your legs crossed and your palms over your eyes. He couldn't stand seeing you like this.
"Baby?" Your head lifted and your eyes met his. Tetsurou looked at you with eyes full of concern. Your eyes were red and your face was puffy. To him, it was obvious that you had been crying, but he wouldn't be surprised if you tried to blame it on the previous position of your hands.
"Hey, Kuroo." You smiled at him, but it was forced and tired, your eyes were full of sympathy and love. He was so confused.
He sat himself next to you. "What's wrong?"
You heaved a sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I think..." The hesitance and exhaustion in your voice was audible. "I think we should break up."
"Why?" He asks, brows furrowed and looking down at you.
"I just," you sighed. "I just feel like it might be the right way to go. I just feel like I don't fit anymore."
"How could you not fit, (Y/N)?" You just shrugged, letting silence fill the space around you. Tetsurou pulled you into his lap, petting your head with the whole of his palm. The vacant look in your eyes and your dead weight was unsettling. "What they might say or think doesn't matter, (Y/N)." He wasn't sure if your thoughts were caused by others or if they were all your own, but he didn't want to take the risk. "You are one of the most important people in my life and I hate whenever you're not with me. I hate whenever I have to go somewhere for work and can't take you with me, but love having you be the first person I see when I walk in the door or when I wake up in the morning, and I love being able to show you off."
A sniffle escaped you and you moved to pull him into you in turn. "I hope you –" a hiccup interrupted you, "I hope you know how proud of you I am..."
Even though you didn't explain it, Tetsurou knew that the two of you would be okay. The man melted into you, kissing the top of your head before falling onto his back. "I'm proud of you too, (Y/N)."
Kita Shinsuke
Shinsuke stretched his back out, looking around at all the work he'd managed to do.
To Kita, everything was going according to plan. He woke up earlier than usual in hopes to have all of his chores for the day done before you woke up. Shinsuke was determined to spend the day with you. Life had been busy, and unfortunately, rather unkind to you lately, so, while you finally managed a day off, Kita made it his mission to take care of you.
Going inside, Shinsuke saw that you were already up, the universe seemed like it didn't want you to have breakfast in bed. You were sitting at the kitchen table, head in your hands and your shoulders slumped inwards on yourself. Shinsuke, being the sweet and doting man he is, immediately went into panic mode.
There was a small tremble in your shoulders that told him you were crying and any joke he could have made about you being sleepy died in his throat.
"Darling?" You pulled your head up in slight shock. It seemed you weren't expecting him inside yet. "What's wrong?" He asked as he made his way over you. He was worried - you were never this distressed so early in the morning.
The corners of your mouth pulled further down into a frown and you looked down again. "Just thinking."
Your dismissive answer prompted a semi-amused huff to leave his nose. "About?" Shin asked, hoping to make you smile a little.
"About how I'm not good enough." The words were said in a way that conveyed you were bored, but he knew you. You were fed up with the thoughts and you were tired. Shinsuke couldn't tell if you believed his words or not, however, they still left your lips and as much as you were trying to fight them, he saw the way your eyes glossed over. His heart threatened to break.
He picked you up into his arms, taking your seat on the chair and putting you into his lap. "Why do you think that, dear?" His voice was soft, coaxing you into answering him, or at least accepting the comfort he was offering.
He felt you shrug against his chest. "I've just been so busy and tired lately." You admitted flatly. "And then I come home, and here you are; the sweetest thing in the universe, taking care of me when you need the care more than I do. You're just incredible, Shinsuke, and I feel as though I can't compare. You just treat me so well, and I'm scared you'll grow to resent me."
Shinsuke's heart officially broke a little once he heard your voice's pitch rise and crack with the anguish you were bottling up. "(Y/N), darling, no." He attempted to soothe. "I could never, ever resent you, darling. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and even when you don't need help taking care of yourself, I will be here, helping as much as you need me to."
Warmth and a hint of optimism bloomed in his chest as you squeezed yourself further into him, letting your usual habit take place. Kita loved the way you curled into him when he had you on his lap, knowing it was a subconscious thing you did, reveling in the safe feeling it gave you. "I love you, Shin." You squeaked out.
"I love you too, (Y/N)." He took one of his hands from your back to coax your head up. The smile he pulled onto his lips widened a little when he saw the way your pupils dilated when you saw him. "Now, because you have the day off and I finished all of my usual chores, you and I are going to do nothing but relax today. But first, breakfast. What sounds good, my love?"
Akaashi Keiji
Though it was something Keiji loathed to admit, he occasionally felt low and overshadowed by those around him. It was never their fault, and Akaashi knew that it was never intentional or done with ill intent. It simply was what it was.
When Akaashi Keiji saw the look on your face, he immediately recognized all the signs. Lucky for Keiji, another skill he's gained over the years is cheering people up. One of his favorite things in Keiji's life was you and your smile, and he wanted to keep both of those things alive and well.
"Welcome back, sweetheart." He smiles gently at you, putting his work aside on the couch cushion next to where he was sitting and holding his arms open. As soon as your shoes were off, you almost immediately fell into his lap. His own tension left as he felt yours practically melt away. He still felt tension built up in your shoulders, but that was okay. He was going to help you get rid of it.
You were silent, breathing Keiji in. He cradled your head gently, hoping his heartbeat could help soothe you. His thumb carefully moved in slow, wide circles over your head and the occasional kiss was pressed into your hair.
"I love you so much, (Y/N), and I'm so happy you're home." There wasn't a response, but Keiji didn't worry about it. You needed the praise and reassurance, and he needed to take care of you. "I know how busy you've been lately, but I am so proud of you. I hope you know just how grateful I am for you and all of your hard work, (Y/N). You mean so much to me, baby."
The last bit of tension in your shoulders began to lift. Akaashi knew he accomplished what he needed to.
Daichi Sawamura
"Daichi, I'm enough for you, right?"
Daichi shifted is gaze over to you, confusion splayed over his face. "Of course you are." He couldn't help the short, disbelieving laugh that left him. "Why?" The amusement that was previously in his voice was gone, replaced by concern.
You lamely shrugged, looking over at him with bashfulness in your smile. "I don't know." You answer with a shrug, your eyes looking wistful. "I just remember when we got together in high school. You were so incredible to me." You let yourself lean into him on the couch.
Daichi remembers back then. He thought the world of you, and you looked at him as though he hung the stars in the sky. Suga often joked about how nauseatingly sweet you two were and Daichi always believed it. "I loved you then, and I love you now, too."
You snorted, a smile gracing your face. "Yeah," you trailed off before continuing. "I always wondered how I got so lucky. I didn't think I deserved you. Sometimes it's still hard to believe."
Daichi sent you a smile, though it was tinted with sadness. Daichi gave your hand a quick squeeze. "I think the same thing about you, but you mean so much to me, (Y/N)." He pressed a kiss to the side of your head and you leaned further into him.
Hanamaki Takehiro
"Hey, sunshine!" Makki greeted you, his smile as bright as the nickname he gave you.
You looked over at him from your spot on the couch and the smile you tried to give him didn't even reach halfway to your eyes. "Hey, Hana."
You sounded like you were on the verge of tears and Makki went into "cheer up" mode. He moved in front of you, crouching down to meet your eye level. "What's wrong?"
Your bottom lip wobbled and you sniffled, despite tears not even coming to your eyes yet. "Am I– Am I good enough for you?" Makki nearly flinched back when he heard the question. "I try so hard to take care of us, and I'm so scared I'm failing."
His arms circled around you as you draped yourself over him, clutching his hoodie in your hands as you cried. The guilt he felt at your words was overwhelming. The job market wasn't working in his favor and you had taken on most of the financial stability.
"(Y/N), no." He frowned. "You're not failing, love. You're doing so well, (Y/N). I am so sorry if I've made you feel that way." Makki tensed at the feeling of your body shaking against his. "I'm trying to get a job, I am, I promise. I'll pull more weight around here, hell, I'll be the perfect house husband until I get a job–"
A small beacon of relief shot through him at the small, sob muffled laugh that left you. "You already are." Your cried were turning into congested giggles. "How I'm feeling isn't your fault, Makki. Life's just hard right now."
"I know." He frowned again, kissing the crown of your head. "I'm gonna start checking in more, baby. There's gonna be less weight on you. I love you so much."
"I love you too."
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Uchiha Sasuke
As one of the main character’s there is understandably a lot to love, but bear with me i swear the list won’t be that long.
Killing Danzo. Pretty simple and straight forward, i love when Sasuke faced off against the person who manipulated his brother into murdering their clan and got some sweet sweet revenge. Seeing Danzo destroyed without any sort of real struggle on Sasuke’s part was delightful. Danzo was so weak on his own he had to steal Sharingan to have any confidence in his strength and Sasuke destroyed him easily. It was beautiful.
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The look he gave Kakashi when his dumb Sensei swooped in to save them after ‘dying’ and made it look like it was the easiest thing ever. Annoyed Sasuke is life. Look at that face and tell me it’s not hilarious. He has known Kakashi for less than a year and he’s so done with him already XD.
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Saving Karin. This dude had no reason to go out of his way to save Karin, but he did because deep down trauma and all Sasuke is a good dude. Ya he got lost and almost caused her death, but gdi this moment when they’re pre-teens was too good to skip because of what happens in the future.
Killing Orochimaru. King shit. Should have killed them again.
(Movie only) when he got that actress’ autograph for Naruto and chose the absolute WORST picture for it. Once again, King shit. Go Sasuke go that was delightful.
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Pointing out that he has no reason to love Sakura. Look, listen listen. I’m not shitting on the ship or anyone Sasuke was talking to at the moment, but being honest with himself is an absolute win for me. I personally believe him and Kakashi had good point’s and good reason’s for why they believe what they did, and i support Sasuke for knowing he can’t make new bonds and just love someone without a reason. He has lost so much and he can’t open his heart in hope of healing the way Kakashi does and that is valid.
Copying Lee’s primary Lotus and calling it by his own created name. Just, delightful. Perfection. Great way to annoy tf out of Lee and amazing to see.
Showing up at the foot of a cliff expecting Kakashi to drop his own training to start training him because he’s ready to go. His determination to get stronger is always admirable.
Threatening to chuck Kakashi’s book, and then Kakashi himself, into the river. My boy he’s awkward but he’s trying to help i swear XD still, i get it. I’d probably do the same XD
Petting his eagle summon while Hashirama is trying to talk to him about facing Madara. I love that he clearly gives zero shits what any of the Hokage’s say (especially Hiruzen) and that he shows it in the way he just… largely ignores them.
Jumping in front of Naruto to take Haku’s attack even though dying means he can’t avenge his clan. Sasuke has had so little to hold onto since his clan’s death but he has bonded with Naruto in such a short time and made him such an important part of his life even when you can tell he doesn’t want to. It’s so sweet and sad at the same time.
The fact that out of all Kakashi’s students he actually took the lesson of teamwork the best! Sasuke doesn’t like Kakashi and he has his reason’s for that, but at the end of the day he understood the assignment Kakashi gave to his students. Sasuke didn’t have to make a whole new team to chase after Itachi, Join the Akatsuki, and kill Danzo with, but he understood that even with his improvements it would be better to have a team around him and he knew just who to pick. The most forgotten of Orochimaru’s experiments. A+ for understanding the assignment and kicking its ass (even if he did fail it a little down the line he STILL did better than Naruto ‘do it all myself’ Uzumaki and Sakura ‘drug my teammates’ Haruno.
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~Child Of The Storm~
Nikolai Lantsov x OC
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Ch-22 ~Unspoken agreement~
She sat on a side of the ship with Rabeah by her side. The girl seemed to have attained her jolly personality back. "That was so fascinating, Anaya. I thought you were dead and then I look at the sea and I see this massive tornado. And how you were standing amidst of it, you should've seen their faces" She spoke rapidly with great enthusiasm.
Anaya in turn, just looked at her, slightly smiling. No matter how annoying the girl was, she was just glad to have her back.
Rabeah continued to speak when Alina came to their side, "Hi, umm?" She spoke hesitantly, attempting to remember her name
"Rabeah" she smiled
"Oh alright, nice to meet you. Do you mind if I speak with Anaya" 
"Oh sure, not at all" Rabeah got up and left to the other side of the ship
Anaya raised her eyebrows as Alina sat next to her. 
"Anaya, I wanted to thank you. For helping me back on the skiff and for today"
"Oh, it- it's alright" She responded, hesitantly
"And I, I'm sorry"
"For what?" Anaya raised an eyebrow
"I should've helped you. I, should've taken you with me" she looked at her with concern
"It's not your fault, you tried" Anaya responded, looking away.  She spoke again after a short pause, "Those things, what are they?" her voice a mere whisper
"The Nichevo'ya" she responded, the nothings. "I still couldn't figure out how he created them, but they don't seem to feel a thing"
A moment of silence passed among them before Alina spoke again, "What did he do to you?" she asked, her voice immensely low
Anaya's hands began to tremble as the memories of the shadow monsters came rushing back to her, "It doesn't matter" she responded in a raspy voice
Alina gave her a sympathetic look. She knew the Darkling wouldn't have tolerated such height of treason. He had done something Anaya found no comfort in speaking of, but it was Anaya, the girl seemed to have a habit of being discreet.
"Genya believes in him, I don't even understand why" Alina said
"She has her reasons to. She has been treated nothing more than a mere servant for her entire life. She'd been treated as an object, by the king. Something to bring him pleasure. The royals care about no one other than themselves, so why would she ever want to go back to a place like that?" She responded, noticing her word had seemed to catch the Captain's attention, but he soon went back to his work.
Alina sighed, and chose to remain silent. 
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Sturmhond asked one of his crew members to fetch Tamar to tell her that she'd have to share her quarters with Alina and Anaya. Anaya bid her farewell to Rabeah who was to stay with one of the captain's Squallers. She let Tamar lead the way as Alina chose to remain with the boy for a little longer. 
Anaya had asked Tamar to get her a notebook she could write in. She'd already had conversated enough for a week and had no intentions of doing it again, at least for the night. The schooner wasn’t like the clunky whaler they'd just left behind. It was sleek, heavily armed, and quiet beautifully built.
Anaya heard Tamar telling Alina that Sturmhond captured the schooner from a Zemeni pirate who was picking off Ravkan ships near the ports of the southern coast. Sturmhond had liked the vessel so much that he’d taken it for his own flagship and renamed it Volkvolny, Wolf of the Waves.
With a Corporalnik on board, there was no need for an otkazat’sya surgeon. The doctor’s quarters and supply room had been turned into Tamar’s berth. The cabin was tiny, with barely enough room for three hammocks and a chest. The walls were lined with cupboards full of unused ointments and salves, arsenic powder, tincture of lead antimony.
"Does she not like to speak" Tamar asked Alina in a hushed voice, as Anaya continued to write in her notebook
"I'm not sure actually, but as far as I've seen, I don't think so" Alina responded in a similar tone
"You do realize that I can hear you right?" Anaya spoke without looking up
"Well, do you" Tamar asked with a slight grin
"Do what?"
"Not like to speak?"
"Most of the time, no"
"Alright" she grinned
"Oh by the way, the Tidemakers filled the rain barrels,” she added. “Feel free to wash if you like.”
"Sure" Anaya responded faster than anticipated, she really needed to get herself cleaned up. Tamar led the way and both of them followed.
She dunked her head in the bucket and ruffled her short dark hair. “He’s handsome, the tracker.”
Alina rolled her eyes. “You don’t say.”
“Not my type, but handsome"
"There are Kerch in Sturmhond’s crew. Aren’t they superstitious about having a girl onboard?” Alina spoke again
“Sturmhond does things his own way.”
“And they don’t, bother you?”
Tamar grinned, her white teeth flashing against her bronze skin. She tapped the gleaming shark’s tooth hanging around her neck, an amplifier. “No,” she said simply.
“Ah.”
In a sudden, she pulled yet another knife from her sleeve. “This comes in handy, too,” she said. 
“However do you choose?” Alina asked.
“Depends on my mood.” Then she flipped the knife over in her hand and offered it to her. “Sturmhond’s given orders that you’re to be left alone, but just in case someone gets drunk and forgetful, you do know how to take care of yourself?”
Alina nodded. 
She then took out another knife from behind her back and offered it to Anaya, "You should have one as well, just don't actually kill anyone" she grinned
"It's alright, I have my own unlimited supply" Anaya responded, rising a bit of water from the bucket and freezing it into a sharp icicle
Tamar looked at her with content. 
She dunked her head again, then said, “They’re throwing dice above deck, and I’m ready for my ration. You two can come if you like.”
 Alina shook her head. “No thanks.”
Anaya had a similar reaction
“Suit yourself. I have debts to collect. Privyet wagered we wouldn’t be coming back. I swear he looked like a mourner at a funeral when we came over that rail.”
“He bet you’d be killed?” Alina said.
She laughed. “I don’t blame him. To go up against the Darkling and his Grisha? Everyone knew it was suicide. The crew ended up drawing straws to see who got stuck with the honor.”
“And you and your brother are just unlucky?”
“Us?” Tamar paused in the doorway. “We didn’t draw anything,” she said as she stepped through the door. “We volunteered.”
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SPOILER first thoughts on SGE film pt 1
this will be in bullet point but will be quite wordy, and it's just part 1. also not proofread so fair warning! first time giving Actual Opinions and it's just me spitballing but anyone can take it as they wish
listened to the first 4 songs on the OST when it was released, and after watching the movie, the OST still SLAPS
brutal, however, does not slap. as much as I love olivia rodrigo, brutal did not need to be there. and when the ending was okay, the accompanying modern music definitely ruined the okayness. couldn’t stand the credits and I watched all of it hshshsjks
costumes overall are so good. some were questionable (that initial theory that Agatha's poofy pink-purple dress in the trial by tale was early on in the movie and that it represented her not fitting into good that well yet? I believed that, and yea I don’t think it's symbolising anything now), choices in the makeup department are also questionable (hello Sophie nude lip, cannot get over you + never!Tedros facial scars??) - but overall, loved them I swear. Beatrix and Millicent were my favourites
somehow the characters were more… underdeveloped in the movie than they were in the books. a typical and forgivable choice yes, but why add new *characters* for certain one-liners when you could’ve just given them to the existing, underdeveloped ones?? (Chaddick, hi, I’m so sorry. you too Reena, Anadil)
uhhhh story progression. or rather, story fragments they chose to take away that I find are actually important to understand the twist later on? i.e. the whole nemesis thing and the Good and Evil rules. - like yes I totally get that they wanted to be subtle, that they wanted the viewers to be like “oh wow I totally forgot about that” but MAN. people will not remember smth that just seems like ordinary Dovey Being Good. and the nemesis dreams & symptoms weren’t even mentioned! from a non-fan’s perspective, that one wart was nothing. I dunno I dunno but the impact just wasn’t there
speaking of important lines. actually so disappointed “you were beautiful all along” didn’t make it. I understand why they didn’t dwell on it as it would make the [already 2.5hr long] movie dragging but there probably was some other way that I cannot cite right now
that said, I guess they really wanted to shift the message of the books? from messages about inner beauty and breaking standards, it’s really now focused on their friendship and that gray area between good and evil. which is nice in its own way
hahaaaa I did expect that a lot of class scenes would be cut, but erm. we literally only get 3 classes, and one wasn’t that useful. really thought they’d change the coffin scene into smth else that conveyed the message but guess not. again, dragging movie concerns
how could I forget the point of Sophie being Evil. or was she really? Gavaldon Sophie wasn’t that bad. in fact, she seemed like every other teenage girl until she came to the school. her Evil started to show there at least, esp in Room 66 - but that full 180 with Hester. I did not like that. how did they go from Sophie almost killing both Hester and her demon to Hester suddenly being okay with a truce through facials?? just because Sophie got a haircut?? and started being… less princess-looking? please
I’m aware I’m being too critical and nitpicky now so here are some things I liked
I've mentioned the OST and the costumes BUT OH the set! we've seen it all in stills and trailers but it really is as magical <3 kudos to the set design & production team!!!
Gregor Charming. cute. when I saw/heard his name, I remembered seeing it on the OST but I hadn’t listened to it yet. I liked the short character buildup, comedic timings and all, and actually showing the viewers how messed up the school can be with his “expulsion”. also it makes the whole Tedros killing the just-mogrified stymph even more jarring for Agatha
Tagatha! adorable babies. I liked their friendship. definitely the same, if not a little more than what was shown in the books. you can really see how Agatha gets comfortable with him, as does Tedros - cute inside jokes. love that. AND A KISS - I cackled when Tedros said he loved Agatha at the ball. It was a very book!Tedros move and I approve
Trial by Tale was fair. it’s made more minor and more swift but the point was taken across
Anemone's more complex personality and background BIG YES! You go Michelle Yeoh
I also liiiiked The Never Ball! Sophie turning up as a hag, the whole Nevers become Evers and vice versa, and the fight that broke out between the schools. Very nice, very good, and the modern music here was g
the whole cast really, but Sofia Wylie and Kerry Washington in particular. I love them. The way they portrayed Agatha and Dovey was straight out of the book imo, but they made it their own at the same time. Obsessed.
can't think of anything else atm bc I went out and am tired as heck but would rate 7/10! enjoyed it well minus the qualms I mentioned that's it for now? will make a pt 2 when I've really processed everything tomorrow
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Why I Think We're Using Hades Wrong
The basic summary of what I want to talk about right now is this: The Kirby fandom currently believes the Japanese texts say Morpho Knight is a knight from Hades. I think that's wrong.
Or rather, the specific translation of 黄泉 yomi as Hades rather than just The Underworld is what I disagree with, it's true that he's said to be from the Underworld. And catchy title aside, 'wrong' is a strong word, translations are subjective in the end. But I think the usage of Hades as the Underworld that Morpho Knight comes from is misguided.
So in the first place, to explain my point, what is the original line and why was it translated as Hades?
As we all know, there's no mention of Hades nor Hell nor the Underworld or anything of the sort in English.
銀河最強と言われる白き騎士がもたらした、長年の生命の叫びに共鳴し、黄泉からの騎士となって降臨する。
This is the line that mentions the Underworld in Japanese. (It's actually also in his boss title.) The line in the official English version of the game is this:
Brought into existence by "the greatest warrior in the galaxy" and reborn as a knight of doom through years of adversity—now begins an epic battle with a pure being twisted by a dark past.
The part that is relevant to us is 黄泉からの騎士, where 騎士 means Knight, からの means from, and 黄泉, yomi, is the term which gets translated as Hades. So Morpho Knight is the Knight from Yomi/Hades/The Underworld, localized as 'a knight of doom'.
Now, if you take a quick google search of the word 'yomi', you will find a Wikipedia page explaining Yomi as the Japanese land of the dead. So after that, you might realize, why did we neither translate 黄泉 yomi generically as 'the underworld', nor specifically as Yomi, the Japanese underworld, but instead as Hades, the Greek underworld? And yes, Hades the Underworld can be translated to Japanese as Yomi, so it's not incorrect. But why choose it over "The Underworld" or "Yomi"?
The reasoning is very simple. The word Hades appears in Star Allies' internal files. BossName.msbt has entries for each boss's title and name, such as Void Soul's entry being BossNameLastBossEx, so Void Soul is labeled as LastBossEx. Morpho Knight's entries call him SecretHades.
I'm actually not sure if any other files call him Hades in SA. Throughout most of the files he's actually called Butterflyknight or Bknight for short. Forgotten Land calls him MorphoKnight.
So, the ones originally fan translating Morpho's Japanese description chose to translate Yomi as Hades because the word is used in an official capacity, internally.
Except, of course, the big problem here is... why would the entry be referring to the place he's from rather referring to the boss itself?
Hades is both the name of the underworld and the name of the God. The entry isn't calling the place he's from Hades, it's calling Morpho Knight himself Hades. Morpho Knight is Hades, God of the Underworld.
Of course, Hades being the name of the God is much more well known than Hades being the name of the Underworld in the first place. So chances are that Japanese developers using the term Hades would be using it as the name of the God of the Underworld, not the name of the Underworld itself.
It's understandable why the translator at the time wanted to use the word Hades, since Morpho Knight isn't called anything that could be translated as Hades in Star Allies, but the word Yomi could be translated as Hades the underworld. Or perhaps it really didn't occur to them that the word was being used as Hades the God vs Hades the Underworld.
However, since then, we got official attack names for Morpho Knight from the Shogakukan guidebook for Star Allies. Two important ones we have 極楽冥獣 Gokuraku Meiju for his ghost attack, and 極楽冥王斬閃 Gokuraku Meiou Zansen for his Ultra Sword attack.
Now, recall how I mentioned that the Greek Underworld can be translated into Japanese as 黄泉 yomi (The individual words literally mean 黄 Yellow 泉 Springs, which isn't important to this discussion). This is true, however, there is a more common term for Hades the underworld, which is 冥界 meikai (Individual words literally meaning 冥 Dark 界 World, but 冥 is not a common word for dark so it's almost exclusively used for words relating to the Underworld). And as you may be able to see here, 冥 shows up in those two attack names. We have 極楽冥獣 as Sukhavati Underworld Beast, and ironically, since we already translated 黄泉 Yomi as Hades, we have 極楽冥王斬閃 as Sukhavati Underworld King Slash Flash.
Translating 冥王 Meiou as 冥 Underworld 王 King is a literal translation, Japanese-English dictionaries will just explicitly tell you that 冥王 is Hades (or Pluto), God of the Underworld. This term is also used in the Japanese name of the Morpho Doomblade in Super Kirby Clash, where it's called 冥王の斬閃バルイHades' Slash Flash: Barui (Short for Barufurei, which is Morpho's Jp name).
So, in summary, Morpho Knight is called 冥王 Meiou while the place he's from is called 黄泉 Yomi. We currently translate Meiou as Underworld King and Yomi as Hades, and the reason is that Morpho is called Hades in SA's files but at the time we didn't have the term Meiou, so we gave it to Yomi. But instead, we should be translating Meiou as Hades and Yomi as Underworld.
Speaking of trying to change translations, the same original fan translation of Morpho Knight's description also simply translated 極楽 Gokuraku as Paradise. In fact, Paradise is how its officially translated. Yet even still, the fandom interested in the original Japanese terms came to learn of the more specific translation Sukhavati. (And the reason translators think its significant is partially because Void's descriptions use a different, more generic term for paradise, 楽園 Rakuen.) So I don't think it's impossible for perception of Hades and Underworld to change as well.
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ohmightydevviepuu · 2 years
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writers month prompts
day five: heart (a continuation of day four, melody.)
(follow the complete story, try / cry / why? (just a dream) as it posts daily or on AO3)
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“You chose her,” Cora intoned. “And the consequences of that decision.” (2B canon divergence wherein Emma and Killian deal with the consequences.)
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Emma’s pushing the buttons on the phone so hard she wonders if they might break.
“Let’s try not to overreact,” Emma says, but the lockscreen won’t override and Mary Margaret won’t stop staring. “Hook says he doesn’t know where Cora is, and that seems more important right now.”
(She’s being a stubborn child and she knows it, but she doesn’t care.)
(Because, yes, okay, someone should definitely figure out the how and the why of the Cora of it all but all Emma cares about is getting his fucking voice out of her fucking head and if the town line is open for business that is kind of a big deal even without a third hospital bed she has to care about.)
(She just doesn’t need her mother to remind her of that.)
“Of course, if you say so.” But Mary Margaret doesn’t sound certain.
“I just mean---” Emma stabs a button “---that on the scale of worries---” stab “---the evil witch who makes Regina look like an amateur is more of a threat than a guy in a car?”
(Not to Hook, but. Heh.)
(The whisper of bad form in the back of her mind.)
Stab.
But Mary Margaret is watching her with those big tell-me-everything eyes and a tentative hand rubbing her arm and Emma tries not to flinch. “Emma, did she---did she do something? Did Hook mention something?”
(And she wants to tell her. She does.)
(But they want to leave.)
So Emma shrugs her off.
(Like always.)
(One step forward, two steps back.)
“We do need to find Regina,” Mary Margaret says. The hand is gone.
(The look is not.)
“She needs to know that we know she’s innocent.”
(Innocent seems like a stretch, but sure.)
“I’ve been tracking her,” Ruby says, and Emma can only wonder what that might mean. “But she’s gone underground.”
(Ruby hasn’t even finished talking when Emma can see the crypt in perfect detail.)
Stab.
“What if Cora finds her first? I don’t want to think about the damage those two could do together...”
“I don’t think that Regina’s been missing Mommie, Dearest---do you?” She glares at Mary Margaret. “And aren’t you the one who was just reminding us that Regina is innocent? Of the murder that Cora framed her for?”
David and Mary Margaret just exchange a look and David says, “What about Hook?”
(That’s when the phone shorts.)
“Hook didn’t frame anyone for murder,” Emma says, turning away from Mary Margaret’s expression, the way it goes from shocked to questioning to---knowing.
“No, but he did actually attempt murder.” David looks concerned, or maybe confused, and---right. She’s already made that point herself. But.
But.
It’s unnerving how little David can read her, or her, him; it’s stupid to miss the understanding she shares with Hook---the understanding that is the entire reason she left him on the beanstalk in the first place. Before all of this magical mind-reading bullshit.
“How is he?” Mary Margaret asks, and the mental catalog of injuries starts again.
“Broken ribs, broken leg.”
(Broken heart, but she doesn’t say that part out loud.)
(If it can be broken, perhaps that means it still works.)
But Mary Margaret wasn’t speaking to Emma.
“He’s bleeding into his chest cavity,” Dr. Whale says. Emma can smell the alcohol on his breath and see the tremor in his hands and wonders if this whole guy-who-can-cross-the-town-line problem is going to go away all on its own.
“So make it stop,” Emma says. “Aren’t you a doctor?”
(Apparently Dr. Whale did not get the memo about ‘good guys’.)
She doesn’t hear him answer because the phone lights up again to display a name---Mike Darling---which was not the name on the agreement in the rental car. Emma starts scrolling through the phone but there’s nothing except a few photos: London, New York, Boston.
Tallahassee.
Tallahassee.
Tallahassee.
(What?)
That’s when Whale lunges at Gold, interrupting his march down the hall---from Belle’s room, not Hook’s, small favors---and is met only with the pettiness of a petty tyrant’s laugh when Gold says, “Yeah, just...no.”
Even better? Mike Darling, whoever he is, apparently saw Gold “throwing some magic” to heal Belle.
So Cora is definitely gonna have to wait.
Fine.
But the best part is when the phone starts ringing, its cheerful melody completely at odds with the name that appears on the lock screen: Neal Cassidy.
(When the phone shorts that time, Emma can still feel the energy crackling in her fingertips.)
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"And Me Here..."
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It all started from the moment I joined the group of those who have to go through a stage called "life on earth"! How?! Why?! … you will understand … because you forgot things that you need to remember and regain … (part of the story of the " mad willow " that will be published in the future).
And, it's not just about me, it's about all of us, and it's an introduction to art therapy and self-reinvention…
Sometimes I think to myself that we people easily take refuge in words to express ourselves without knowing who they are and where they come from! That is, we have complete trust in them without any conditions! And many times we are misunderstood or rather we are easily judged! … But when these words are misunderstood and judged, who or what do they seek refuge in?! How will they remove the weight of their feelings from their shoulders and hearts?! Do words cry too?! Or they say in private that it's not me or I didn't mean it?!
Then I think maybe the lines we draw on paper are feelings of words that can no longer be expressed! For example, when we are disappointed, we make loose and empty words, which say I have no more energy, let me go! Or we draw bold lines when we are angry! … and this story of feelings of words continues … it's amazing, isn't it :)
Somewhere, because the words were not in the right place, because they were not happy and calm and safe (inner), they came and put their words together and became a deep and beautiful mirror and named it "art" to use it to Then everyone takes this mirror in their hand, to understand the truth of their existence… of course not everyone… because this mirror is very deep and if someone wants to see its depth, he has to walk step by step… which is not easy… That's why some people don't continue from one place to the next… because they reach the steps that are the real power of this mirror, they think they can't take it anymore and pull back… That is, in the trap of the fog of reason. they fall… yes, you heard it right… fog… because the sky is not always clear :) Let's say something and keep it between us:) … Of course, I know it's not possible because the old people say that if you can't keep your secret, then no one else can either! … So how can I do this when the words told me the secret of their story and they couldn't keep it? :) To make it digestible in human language, the person who went through these steps later, chose the name "Art Therapy" for it.
But then… I'm neither a doctor nor a specialist… But from the moment I looked in the mirror with the same red slippers and the little doll in arms, short skirt, with messy hair, I started looking at myself in the mirror. To see the person I wanted to be in the future, I wanted to become a … !:))) and later I understood what this desire of my heart means (you will read in the story of the mad willow) … for now in this part of my journey, I want to share with you what I learned.
99% of people don't get the degree they get because somewhere deep inside, something tickles us. That this is not me… this does not suit me… this does not give me satisfaction, happiness, and peace… my clear example! After getting a diploma in experimental sciences and 4 years behind the giant university entrance exam called "Konkor" and waiting to be accepted into the medical field, I came to my senses for a moment and saw that I have a bachelor's degree in insurance management! :) And when I wanted to learn a profession in insurance management, I realized that the passion I was always looking for (writing and painting) is a vast world called art therapy! And then I realized that the playful words put their mirror in my pocket and ran away :). And then I reached the current point, that is, a student of pedagogy of art
As you know, there are many books, articles, and speeches in this field from all those who have gone this way, despite a common point, but each has its own distinctions… and I am also from this rule. I am not exempt. And as for the continuation of the story… The continuation of the story is what you will start reading here with me… the future that is coming in seconds.
Just highlight one word for yourself * The word "TREATMENT " does not mean the existence of a disease *. Right now, once again in the article section, the article "The effect of artistic activity on human resources and management" and the new meaning of the word "art" I have presented, read.
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wordtowords · 1 year
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The Entente, Ians, and Shakespeare
entente - noun - a friendly understanding or informal alliance between states or factions (Google).
Lately, the entente has populated the domestic as well as foreign news. Due to the unmitigated wrath of Hurricane Ian, two normally politically unfriendly factions–Democrats and Republicans (namely President Biden and Florida governor Ron DeSantis)–are expeditiously seeing eye-to-eye in terms of relief funding: Biden being the giver, DeSantis being the receiver of the dollars. Ironic as it may seem, natural disasters affecting human life and interactions tend to motivate ententes albeit the human equivalent, war, often causes the opposite: strife among the warring factions as well as neighboring states that are forced to take sides. And then, there is the smallest, most personal entente, that which is made between friends or relatives, that might also prove pernicious or perilous.
Those of you who follow me (both of you) know that I belong to a book club of former colleagues. For October's selection, I, whose turn it was, chose Ian (no relation to the hurricane mentioned above) McEwan's Booker Prize-winning novel Amsterdam that involves a pact between two close friends, Clive, a well-known classical composer, and Vernon, a respected journalist. At the novel's entrance, the men interface at the sparse funeral of their mutual lover, Molly, who at a relatively young age, contracted an unnamed, fatal disease similar to ALS. As he fears a similar fate, self-possessed Clive decides to involve Vernon in a bleak entente: should he fall victim to a terminal disease, Vernon must agree to call in the British equal of Dr. Kevorkian to end Clive's life a.s.a.p. to prevent any unwanted suffering. Eventually, a reluctant Vernon does decide to sign the dotted line of agreement, but only if Clive consents to do the same for him. As Drama will have it, at the turning point, the two find each other in a political debate, which does irreparable damage to their friendship. The end, as you might have already guessed, is far from agreeable. In fact, it is a wonderful example of situational irony. (I'd love to spoil things and tell you what happens, but I'm hoping you'll read the book, which is under 200 pages and highly digestible, but probably not while imbibing champagne, a wine that figures into the plot.)
When a pact of any kind is mentioned, particularly one involving money, I tend to find the nearest exit as soon as possible. William Shakespeare's "Neither a borrower nor lender be/For loan loses both itself and friend" (from Hamlet) is the one quote that has stayed embedded in my memory for good reason. Ententes involving the loan often turn sour as the borrower, who is often a friend, forgets he is the borrower and usually absconds with the funds, forgetting the original terms. Which is why when push comes to shove and I feel the urge of altruism or am backed into a corner, I tend to give food rather than cash. Why? It is a pure need rather than a want. Most people who consistently rely on relations or acquaintances rather than a legitimate bank to make ends meet are usually guilty of poor decision-making regarding their own lives. Rather than learn from their mistakes, they keep making them, knowing that they can always depend on the lender, the friend or relative, to be at their beck and call with wallet open and the willingness to be forever generous. I am sure that if you are reading this, you know exactly what I mean as you have "been there, done that" and couldn't afford to buy the T-shirt after it was all over.
The takeaway: There is nothing wrong with giving, but there are ways of being magnanimous without enabling. An honest entente need not involve anything controversial that might test the love between you and someone close to you. It could be as easy as, "The next time you find yourself short of cash, give me a call, and I'll cook you dinner." Feel free to borrow the line. It's on me :).
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character themes #3
Hey everyone! Welcome back to another character themes (I say as if I didn’t do these all in one night... holy moly, another hour has already passed?)! I’m pretty excited for this one... I love these boys (even though i forgot Alex’s full last name and im too lazy to go scroll through all my notes to find it) As I do more of these (again, it’s been one day, chill out), I think my summaries of why I designed the boards the way I did and why I chose the songs I did are getting longer... I hope they’re still interesting! Also, I didn’t plan on having more than one/two AJR songs for these two, but AJR’s music is honestly perfect for describing their personalities and when I was looking for a good ship song for them, Wow, I’m Not Crazy started playing and I nearly died. Anyway, I’ve bored you enough. Here you go!
Story: The Short Book of Mortals Universe: tSBoM universe
ship--Alex & Corry Wow, I’m Not Crazy by AJR
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Okay, I have a few things to explain here. On the French--when Corry was younger, he taught himself French for various reasons, from insulting his family in a way they couldn’t understand to having more opportunities in the future. Over the years, Alex began picking it up, and eventually was pretty fluent. je t’aime translates to I love you in French, which is to be expected. Then there’s the top message, which has probably been confusing any French speakers. n'oubliez pas de charger le lave-vaisselle translates roughly to don't forget to load the dishwasher in English. This is sort of an inside joke from the story, where Corry once said je t'aime. N'oublie pas de charger le lave-vaisselle quand tu rentres à la maison--I love you. Don’t forget to load the dishwasher when you get home--at the end of a phone call to embarrass Alex, who was around some non-French speaking family friends who definitely thought he said something a little more... fruity.
character--Corry Keens Next Up Forever by AJR
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I wanted to keep a yellow color palette in the background & most of the details because yellow is one of the colors used to represent suicide prevention, along with the turquoise and purple (hence the ribbon in the corner), and being a suicide prevention activist is something fairly important to Corry’s character. I chose this song because, when I was listening to it, it just sounded perfect for him, especially the lines about overthinking. I added the little “love yourself” thing as a little thing to show that Corry’s still trying to get better mentally himself, along with trying to help others.
character--Alex M. Don’t Throw Out My Legos by AJR
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So for Alex’s, I originally thought about going with Way Less Sad, because... y’know... it’s about depression. Then, while I was beginning to make his board, I was listening to AJR and realized that Don’t Throw Out My Legos applies to him too, even if he does have depression and Way Less Sad has a lot of good points. I wanted to make it a bit chaotic to and gray to represent those days when it’s hard to get out of bed, but at the same time, he’s a generally upbeat kind guy. I wanted to show this by adding a few splashes of color, especially the flowers poking up through all the gray.
Alright, this has been fun, but it’s 3 in the morning and i have a busy day tomorrow. Eons magic system coming soon! Love you all, have an amazing day! <3, Bat
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