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angsty-prompt-hole · 1 year

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Character Introduction: Miscellaneous Villains

WIP: Primarily A Hero’s Call and it’s sequels, but many of these villains appear in other stories as well.

Since the Dimension Jumpers saga is sort of structured like a Monster of the Week television series, I have a lot of villains who float around and make appearances throughout the series. I figured I’d introduce some of the fun ones since I talk about them a lot.

The Ringmaster: Owner of the Circus of a Thousand Names, a traveling circus where things aren’t always what they appear to be. The Ringmaster is a dimension jumper who decided to use his powers to commit crimes, and to sate his hunger for raw meat. He has the ability to create very powerful illusions, one of which is his human disguise. In reality, he is a humanoid lizard creature known as a vraska, from a dense jungle world. He is one of the major recurring villains of the series and tends to be arrogant, bloodthirsty, and cruel.

Eva Wickerath/The Hag: The Hag is a mysterious figure dressed like a plague doctor who has a love for unhinged science experiments of all kinds. Once a scientist working for [REDACTED], Eva was subsequently used as one of the test subjects, and ended up with a whole host of strange new mutations, including a massive scorpion-like tail that she can wield like a weapon. She also has dimension jumper powers, and she is a prominent figure in the interdimensional black market.

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Rictus Almaris and Mavera Rains: Eldritch entities that were somehow confined to human vessels, which has driven them kind of mad (especially Rictus but don’t tell him that). They are constantly moving from world to world looking for a way to escape their fleshy prisons. They also appear in almost all of my other stories in some way because Rictus keeps deciding he was there in some capacity.

Keeo Chispeche: A character that I adopted from @isa-ghost and an absolute gremlin, Keeo was sold to the Ringmaster (or perhaps stolen by him) a long time ago. He is a living doll with enchanted eyes that allow him to switch bodies with anyone who makes eye contact with him. He also has a set of jewelry which give him different powers, most of which he stole from the Ringmaster. He has a ring that allows him to move between worlds, and an amulet that allows him to bring inanimate objects to life. Much like the Ringmaster, he is arrogant and believes himself to be better than everyone else, and he abuses the hell out of the powers he has.

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Xavier Fralick: A demon descendant of the fallen angel Asmodeus, and an incubus, Xavier likes to stir up a little trouble every now and then. While not as malicious as many of the other villains, Xavier is cunning, seductive, and he loves to have control over everyone around him, and he will often go to great lengths to see what kinds of people he can enthrall.

#a heros call #character introduction #im tired and too lazy to hunt down all my references for these guys so all you get is mostly descriptions for now #i want to talk about some of these guys more so i figured id introduce them #i am making a separate introduction post for chaoss cult who are the 'main' villains of the series #I have fun with my idiot villains #also cairn doesnt have an actual ref yet so im waiting for that to get done #i got a commission of him bc he is impossible to make in picrews #i also have a ton of one off villains but i am not introducing a lot of them because they are never mentioned on here for the most part

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leonaluv · 8 months

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Hello I would like to join ur game my initials are SS

The gender I'm attracted to is Male

- for your reading: I used my intuition but I wouldn't say I'm good but I tried, so it might Higley not be accurate

The first thing I searched for is Dark aestethic, so I feel this is their vibe! Also I think he really likes sweet n tea! I feel his career is related to business bcs I keeo seeing u someone wearing a black suit! And I thought he might be a lawyer as well but nah I am not sure, I felt he's definitely into classic music.

I think he loves looking at the sky and maybe that something u do both have in common? The sea as well, I feel he feels free when he looks at the sea. Maybe you gonna notice or love his laugh? He kinda reminds me of jin from bts or maybe he's foodie like him? 💗 (As I said I'm not really sure about my reading so it's some assumptions about him so it might resonate or not)

Btw, I think he really loves sea bcs when I was shuffling some song I kept seeing songs that has sea as album cover lol

Songs:

Omg , ahh wasn't expecting a reading 💕💕💕🏃🏾‍♀️🥹

Girl you ate. The mood board is so pretty . I think his vibes would be dark to .lol everyone around me loves sweet tea , except for me. I love sweets.Im normally attractive to someone voice 🤭. I like to live near the water in the future. I'm not someone that cooks so need a Jin in my life does seem similar to him

For you ,I got more of a summer aesthetic ,then it change to this lol.

He like , traveling ,long drives in the car, jogging , seeing the sunset , sweets, and being playful. I just pictured him , dancing with no music. ,😄 just enjoying the vibes.

The way the gif match board , and The only one I see right now lol.

Your future Spouse reminds me Of Dex / Kim Jinyoung. he is athletic, good with kids and respectful to elders. Competitive, leader, and sweet.

So your spouse can be connected to the military , intelligent, loyal to his friends and love ones. Not religious. Lol the song image , after I said that . Maybe he came from a religious family. Foreign , speak different languages. Sexual as well 😉.

#celeb x spouse #celeb x you #thanks so much #exchange reading

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fentasticshit · 2 years

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TONY

so much happening in a day nowadays.

so I did tell him how I feel, about Id like to log off whatsapp,

and maybe we shouldnt talk so often, it hurts everytime I text him. maybe he should let me know if he ever comes to taiwan again.

his response was surprising tho,

he was like "lol alright, no worries, Ill let you know"

I was like wtf? just like that?

然後想了想, 也是, 他可是個水手, 什麼風浪沒看過?

ok I should keep everything down here.

it hurts but, I shoulld.

"Morning, DO you have a moment?"

"Goodmorningg"

"Yes I do"

"Had a good sleep?"

"are you sleeping? or trying to stay awake?"

"Im awake haha" "Watching Netflix."

"ok I was wondering if I can talk to you about something."

"Sure about what"

"You can always talk to me"

"I was thinking how about you let me know when you ever come back to taiwan?"

"Ofcourse I would, why?"

"no I mean since we dont know when thats happening yet."

"I know.. but I would?"

"I dont hAve info yet. But i will keeo you updated ofcourse.."

"yeah you have my number"

"Yes i do" "WHats the problem? I dont understand" it hurts whenever I read it god. hes so innocent.....lmao

"I like you so much it just hurts whenever I text you"

"so I was thinking, Id probably log off whatsapp (so you can work, and I'll stop bugging you with questions of "when we going to meet" quesions"

"Lol, alright. No worries, I will let you know."

"I understand, no hard feelings"

"FUnny, we talked about this, that this happens tome often while dating. Get to know someone, i go for job, and poof person is gone."

"Ah well, get used to it i guess"

"No tony"

"I didnt know how to put this better, but its an discussion.

"I get it"

"Id like to know what you think, I want to be there to support you."

"If you want me to be there, just tell me. I just dont want my anxiety interrupt you with those bunch of work lol"

"and we met for 1 day!!! so we need lots of lots of communication"

"If i cant answer, i will not. You are not interrupting me from work, will never let that happen."

"really?"

"Work and private life are seperate things for me."

"Yes"

"Oh.."

"If I work, i work without any thoughts about private life."

"I need to focus, so i would not let that mix up.' "So dont worry. If i cant answer due to work; i will not lol"

"Ok fuck yeah. you have to know I barel know you! so Id have my doubts." "Imnot walking away or ANYTHING"

"I understand. But doubts about what" "Then thats good" "Otherwie you know where the exit is..its a choice lol"

"Ok so another thing is" "Its not easy for me to travel, so I thought how is it going to work? since you're away" "lol i see that youre so used to it now"

"I am. I dont allow bullshit in my life that can make me sad, so it it so, i can take distance." "I dont know yet, we will need to figure this out i guess?"

"I know youve had too much bullshit." "You hate me now?" "ok...I'll step up"

"I dont hate you." "why should i lol" "What you mean?"

"Be stronger in any way" "Havent had anything to do with men for three years, still getting used to this."

"Ah..well yes..otherwise it will put you down" "I understand" "Love is hard eh D:"

"Its not, the hardest part is expecting someone will be there for you. I know I want to." "so you dated, it seems like youre never open to me about this part." "I honestly imagined you probably had yur heart broken many times you just dont want to think about it. also we only met for a day lol"

"I tried, and everytime i met someone in my last week at home. Then they left after i went offshore. I told you" "Brb i go to some work" ":-*"

"Ok i'll just put my texts here. ok so tell me if im wrong...are we doing this like come kind of compitition, I have to stand out before those girls (those live in your heart) becasue you never had a chance to get over those, you just work" "like i told you, truth is the only thing im seeking, and i want to know theres anyone youre still trying to get over with, because i dont want to be replacement for anything"

"Yessss bit busy"

"ok"

"They are not in my heart....i do not have to get over anyone lol. I am east at letting go. Dont worry"

"Work, and different mindset i think"

.......so that was pretty much it, I shared two photos, and told him hes welcome to grab a coffee here which is a lie too.

Im all about games I guess.

I just crave attention.

I wasnt satisfied with his answer, but since Id like to win.

Id like to stand out among all those women he dated.

then I'll see what id like to do from there.

mayybe just for the thrill of it,

maybe hes doing it for the same thing.

but you just cant be scared to have your heart broken now.

I hate him to be honest.

I hate him for being such a manly man.

with such contentration on his job.

because he could easily get away from so many things.

if Im pissed, he couldve just said "busy atm" then dont have to deal with anything at all.

Im not sure why Im going along with this.

I act differently in front of him.

I guess hes truthful.

also Josh Lee just proposed.

not me of course lmfao

another chubby girl .....

I got mixed emotions about it.

seeing the prey I once had, now is happily...commited

I feel strange.

and Im now have to deal with...THIS.

KARMA.

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andillshowyouwhocanttimetravel · 3 years

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Fun new hatchetfield theory

Grace Chastity is actually a Young Jane. We know that time travel is a real component to hatchetfield and the Black and White so maybe Grace is actually A young Jane who gets stuck in the future.

Emma doesn’t seem to have met grace, Tom knows here but maybe thinks he;s just grieving by seeing Jane in her.

And its why Grace likes to babysit Tim, its the only way she can see him.

Roast me, call me insane but I’m going mad over here so I’m gonna keeo doing this

#hatchetfield #nightmare time #nightmare time spoilers #the guy who didn't like musicals #black friday #team starkid #jaime lyn beatty #starkid

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renwritesrandomthings · 5 years

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Mitsuhide’s Route and MC summary and commentary

Basically, the route flow. Spoilers. HAHAHA! My tsundere self hates MC here. Just a personal preference. I wanted an MC who can outwit Mitsuhide and surprise him. But, on the other, as enlightened to me by @devilkingskonpeito, Hideyoshi’s MC is quite strong. And, it reminded me how she blackmailed Mitsuhide in the dungeon. And, by the end, Mitsuhide just attempts to tease her, and MC replied “You’re teasing me again!” And, it’s like a Brecht-like situation of stoping any emotional reactions. It doesn’t fulfill Mitsuhide’s purpose of teasing. This made me realize when Mitsuhide did not pursue his feelins. He is probably scared she could read her. This is the reason why I like Hideyoshi’s route. MC is pretty strong and grounded. MCs affect how I enjoy a route.

I am on chapter 8 already. I really am hoping she changes a bit and be stronger in her own way. This is also the route where in MC doesn’t have her own sewing and designing thing, which is sad for me. I always admired her for being passionate on something. And, for her to not be able to do it is sad.

So, yeah, 5 more chapters. Let’s see. I am still hoping for some change.

Again~ play the route. It’s a reader-response text. I respond this way as a player. LOL.

Mitsuhide is assigned to ‘take care’ of MC

Knowing in all routes that he is a sado-masochist. He forces to teach her many things: war history, horseback riding, shooting, and even basic fighting. She whines each time or crying. (This is very interesting because one would assume that Mitsuhide is teaching her how to survive in war and what is the reality of it. Like, Masamune, Nobunaga, and Ieyasu.)

She’s brought in the war by Mitsuhide and saves her eventually.

She thanks him, and somehow she gets this glimpse that Mitsuhide hates violence.

MC becomes curious about Mitsuhide. Basically, she learned that he’s quite a flirt. known as “Horereba Jigoku” or “A Hell to Fall in Love with.” The Samurai in the town has a negative opinion on him, questioning his loyalty to Nobunaga. Masamune even mentions to MC that Mitsuhide has a possibility to betray any of them. But, Masamune respects his wit and intellect. And, calling out MC’s excessive innocence.

MC accidentally sees Mitsuhide, one night, speaking to someone in the shadows. OF course, he chases MC who was going to report to Hideyoshi about her concerns.

Her sudden visit surprises Hideyoshi. On the verge of her confession, Mitsuhide appears in Hideyoshi’s manor. The two already begin to argue, Hideyoshi asking MC what really happened.

But, of course, MC digresses. And, she follows Mitsuhide to his manor.

In his manor, Mitsuhide shows MC her bag and begins to interrogate her.

She had no choice but to explain her situation. Mitsuhide says, that he will help her go back to her time and understands that each person does keeo a secret.

MC, who’s all tired, asks Mitsuhide if she can sleep and rest. He offers his lap.

The next day, a rumor spreads that Mitsuhide and MC slept together. MC is asking and whining to Mitsuhide to tell people off.

Mitsuhide tells Nobunaga and Hideyoshi he plans to make her his fiancee.

Nobunaga talks to MC alone and tells her to take care of Mitsuhide.

MC stares blankly. LOL

Mitsuhide drags her to a mission and they pretended to be husband and wife travelling entertainers.

She whines again about the situation of room sharing, but still doing it. Even doesn’t really protesting on Mitsuhide’s stolen kisses.

MC pushes Mitsuhide to be honest.

Mitsuhide tells MC that she is like Hideyoshi. LOL

Eventually, MC was taken forcely one night by some samurai and brought to Yoshiaki Ashikaga as an offering.

MC protests and Ashikaga insults her, saying he doesnt want any random woman who doesnt have any social status. MC fights back on his cruel words, attempting to fight but knocked out.

Mitsuhide finds her on the same spot she was taken and asks her to tell her everything.

She cries (OKAY THIS IS LIKE A TRAUMATIZING EVENT, SO CRYING IS OKAY). And, she asks Mitsuhide to hug her in her sleep.

TBH, Mitsuhide is really a nice guy deep inside.

Next day, he teases her again and she whines out of annoyance. But eventually gives in to his instructions.

MC goes to the market and coicindentally meets Sasuke and Yukimura ---who were just travelling.

She tells them about Ashikaga and even about Yoshimoto.

The two left worried about the Yoshimoto and Ashikaga being in the same space.

Upon leaving, a hand pulls MC. UGH.

It was Yoshimoto. He said he was worried about her, upon seeing her in Ashikaga’s mansion.

Apparently, Yoshimoto was there.

During the festival, Mitsuhide told MC to perform alone while he does his thing as revenge to those who kidnap MC.

Comment: This is what Masamune said. Mitsuhide deliberately creates enemies for himself versus Hideyoshi’s negotiation approach.

Then, when they escaped to travel back to Azuchi. They rested in the field, flirting. UGH. Like, Mitsuhide was saying after tonight our husband-wife play is over. So, they were like flirting and kissing on the cheek. He teases her and she whines yet accepting that these are his teases.

Upon reaching Azuchi, the guards arrests Mitsuhide for the Honno-ji Incident. Mitsuhide, like in any other route, says nothing and relies on Kyubei.

Back in the hall, the rest of the warlords discuss about things. Nobunaga orders a death sentence to Mitsuhide, to which Hideyoshi begs back to reconsider. He is angry and does not believe the accusations. Masamune and Ieyasu calms Hideyoshi .

MC sneaks to the dungeon.. She saw Mitsuide all wounded since he was beaten up by guards. YES SHE CAN CRY HERE. IT’S A VALID REASON.

But, I did wish it made her a little mad or more strong willed to pull the truth from Mitsuhide.

Similar to Hideyohi’s route, he follows MC in the dungeon.

Hideyoshi, angry and frustrated on Mitsuhide, tells him off that he can’t even spare trust to him. He would like to believe that he is innocent. He punches him and says, he’ll pull out the truth from him. And, tells MC to leave with him.

This is the frustrating part in Mitsuhide he just asks MC to trust him, but he cannot trust her back.

That night Ieyasu told MC that Mitsuhide escaped. She was all agitated and wanted to go to him. Ieyasu calls her stupid and to just stay in his room, since the whole Azuchi is in chaos.

She cries in her room.

Then, Mitsuhide appears from her window.

It’s such a mystical scene. The writers is selling Mitsuhide the ‘mystical creature”.

Basically, he’s there to say his goodbye and give her a hair accessory with the Akechi flower crest.

She cries again and Mitsuhide gives her a deep kiss.

The scene is really poignantm though.

But how I wish she tried to keep herself a little stronger for Mitsuhide then shed tears as he kissed her. Because the hair accessory itself seals the romance that he loves her.

Mitsuhide bids goodbye and she asks, “ When is next time?”

She reminds of the ladies in Tale of Genji.

Mitsuhide is confronted by Masamune. This is an amazing scene. Mitsuhide is secretive and Masamune is always upfront and instinctive. Fox versus Tiger. Of course, Mitsuhide pulls a last trick and leaves Masamune defeated.

Few days after, Ieyasu and Mitsunari reports to MC that Mitsuhide was able to escape.

Ieyasu commented if other lords hear you, you’re dead. Tbh, I really need Ieyasu’s bluntness in this route.

MC here lives in her Mitsuhide fantasy and idealism despite being shown the realities of war. She seems require protection like all the time.

Days passed and MC decides to visit Mitsuhide’s manor to check his things for clue. Seriously, MC was giddy here. Too giddy. Ranmaru joins her, mentioning he is curious as well But, of course, he’s doing this to report to Kennyo.

When they arrived, Kyuubei welcomed them and guided them to his room. There was nothing.

Ranmaru mentioned, it was as if he wanted to be accused by Oda Forces.

With nothing found, Ranmaru offers to buy sweet dango for the three of them.

Kyuubei asks MC to join him at the garden. Chimaki, the fox, arrives and MC pets her.

Kyuubei explains that Mitsuhide requested to bring that hair accessory to the prison. And, wanted her to have it. He continues that it’s a special flower crest for the Akechi clan. (Haven’t checked the hanakotoba)

SHE CRIES AGAIN.

Upon her return to Azuchi Castle, Nobunaga calls her at the tenshuu. Hideyoshi and Masamune are there, too. Nobunaga says they will go to Kyoto to hunt the fox and MC needs to join.

#ikesen #ikesen Mitsuhide #ikesen Hideyoshi #ikesen Masamune #ikesen Ieyasu #ikesen Mitsunari #ikesen Nobunaga #ikemen sengoku

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thorman-barnes · 5 years

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Stucky x Reader drabble

prompt: “You asleep?”

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Bucky could hear the noise you, Steve, and baby Stevie were making in the living room.

He could picture the scene in his head. Steve, with only a hoodie and basketball shorts on. He would be sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table with baby Stevie sitting on his lap. The two hunched over, Steve towering over the little one, drawing in Steve's sketchbook.

Steve would be drawing something that inspired him recently. Maybe something like a building he saw, or that new hipster coffee shop two blocks away, or maybe just you.

You with your pajama shorts on, a sports bra, and your bump out on display. You would be munching on the those healthy bag of chips that Steve and Bucky insisted you eat whenever you craved some sort of junk food.

His little family were messing around in the living room while he tried to sleep. The music was travelling through the house and into the bedroom. The soft music putting him to sleep but every once and a while, he'd hear one of you three laugh loudly and little Stevie yelling at his blonde father for drawing on his side of the paper.

"Steve!" He heard you shriek followed by a fit of laughter erupting through the house. He could hear little Stevie screaming ew across the house.

Moments later, everything went silent minus the music still playing.

He could hear the floorboards creak and some doors shut softly. He no longer heard yours or the little one's giggles or Steve and little Stevie's play fighting anymore.

He grew suspicious. There was never a moment of silence in this house. There was always some kind of noise happening. Sometimes it was little Stevie crying or you crying because of the hormones. Or Steve wondering around the house because he has no idea what to do with himself.

He can hear the little one wandering around the house minutes later, calling for you and Steve. He turned on every light in the house in search for you both. His squeaky voice yelling your names at the top of his lungs

Bucky can hear him opening every door in the house, searching for 2/3 of his parents. He kept hearing "come out, come out, wherever you are," over and over again. Bucky knew it'd be hours before he found either of you. You always hid in the laundry room, the last place little Stevie would ever think to look. Steve always hid in your office under your desk and the little one always checked there. But he never thought to look around the room behind the desk. Bucky always hid in obvious places where he knew Stevie could find him, knowing he'd start crying if he found no one.

The first and last time that he didn't find anyone, he started crying in your three's bed. His face buried in the sheets as he sobbed, thinking the three of you abandoned him. So from there, Bucky hid in obvious places, like the closet, behind the couch, under the kitchen table. . .

The most common place Bucky hides in, is the garage where he works on bikes and is constantly building some sort of new furniture for the house.

"Cheaters!" He heard little Stevie yell as he ran down the hall opening and shutting every door. If Bucky wasn't awake then, he sure as hell was now. He was tempted to get up and join the the three but his body ached from the last piece of furniture he built and carried into the house.

It was a new desk for you that he built. The one you had previously was too small and was impossible to keeo anything organized so you gave it away and begged Bucky to make you a new one. So after some convincing, he agreed and in less than two weeks, you had a new desk.

After a few minutes, Stevie came into the room. The door slowly creeped open and some light from the hallway shed into the room. Stevie softly crossed the room to the other side of the bed where Steve usually slept.

Because of the dark room, Stevie couldn't see his eyes open. He stood there for a while debating if he should wake his father or not. But he really did need his help if he wanted to win and find his other parents.

"Are you asleep?" The little one took a few steps closer to Bucky and he put his hand on Bucky's cheek, shaking him 'awake.' "Daddy, wake up, I need help, come on dad," he whined. Bucky tried not to laugh at little Stevie's attempts and the trick that little Stevie picked up from you that you did to usually wake him or Steve up, he pinched Bucky's nose.

"What is it, darlin'?" Bucky asked, his voice deep and hoarse, having not talked in a while.

"I need help finding mommy and dad," he told Bucky, already pulling the sheets off his father. He was in a hurry as he tried pulling Bucky up, he's been at it for a while now and he still couldn't find either one of you. "And you're really good at it!"

Bucky laughed, standing up and grabbing his son, lifting him into his arms. Little Stevie's arms immediately wrapped around Bucky's neck as he grinned at his dad, knowing you and Steve have nothing against them now. Bucky was the ultimate champion in hide-n-seek, minus the hiding part, because he sucked at that.

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Tag List:

@iamalphanow @my-marvelside-bl0g @m-a-t-91 @hoewkeye

Stucky x Reader Tag List:

@ravennightingaleandavatempus @mydogisthebest @hellaqueerangelofthelord @hockeyshmockey

#bucky barnes imagine #steve rogers imagine #stucky x reader #stucky x reader headcanon #bucky x steve x reader

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turkaholic · 4 years

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Nice going, April

So less than six hours after the joy of rediscovering my Tumblr I am now sitting in a dark car park 40 miles from home. Why, i hear you ask (unless you didnt, which is fair enough)? Because my sister's boyfriend has a steel plate in his face keeping his jaw in place, and in the middle of lockdown IN THE MIDDLE OF BLOODY LOCKDOWN his jaw decides that not even steel is going to keeo it prisoner. Leicester Royal Infirmary have already seen him. Theyre saying that they cant touch him because theyre swamped with coronavirus and dont have the manpower. So I had to drive him fourty miles away to Nottingham to the next nearest A&E department.

I know, we're in the middle of a pandemic and i do get that there are people more in need than us, byt considering youre only meant to travel for necessities it seems very excessive to have to drive all the way here for this. To be fair, this whole situation stinks. I hate the fact that I cant help anyone as much as I'd like. I can't believe how weird and upsetting this year has become.

#A&E #April #life #coronavirus #corona #covid19 #LRI #QMC #Leicester #Nottingham #wtaf #MyDamnSister

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just-some-random-blogger · 5 years

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Noodle City

NCT Chef!Wong Yukhei (Lucas) & NoodleMaster!Lee Sooman Characters: NCT 2019 bro, Lee Sooman Summary: Lucas was a scholar of the dying art of noodle making. And when I say scholar, I strictly mean in the sense that he is studying it, not in the sense that he is excelling. Master Sooman however sees great potential in him. Word Count: 2k+ Warnings: CRACK LINDA CRAAAACK, fluff, more crack, typos?, etc.

A/N: Back when I hadn’t memorized NCT’s names, I thought it was quite impossible, and since lucas was one of the first people i knew, i imagined him naming his members... but as noodles beCAUSE THEY’RE ALL SO SKINNY FEED THEM SM

Through the busy streets of Seoul you may come across a famous restaurant, known for it's greatness in noodles. On one slow day, the owner and master maker had a class in the back of his shop. The master was teaching his only student how to get used to using his hands and not the machines he was so accustomed to.

After explaining he had to make twenty strands of noodles, he had left his apprentice of two weeks to make it on his individually, by hand, by himself in the kitchen with the freedom to use whatever he wished. He had not yet shown him the way to make noodles, maybe a few moves and techniques here and there, but the task was a step higher from what his student was used to, which was more than enough for the master he to make sure of him.

When he came back, he was instantly bombarded with a man who resembled a young boy on Christmas. His big eyes did match that of a child.

"Master, look at what I did!" Lucas smiled widely, raising a metal tray of thin strings of dough.

Lee Sooman, the last remaining practitioner of this dying, ancient art of noodle making, squinted at the strips before his eyes, "Mwo ya?"

"They're my noodles," Lucas smiled proudly.

The shorter, older man peered up at the face of his only student and adjusted his glasses.

It was not that the master could not teach many at once or could not find anyone else to teach, but it was because he did not see anything in the ones who say they are willing to learn.

He however thinks this culinary chef who had traveled far for him was a winning candidate.

The broad shouldered man sniffled and blew strands of his blonde dyed hair out of his face.

No, the eager souled being didn't really have an allergy to dust nor to flour. Lucas supposes the runny nose he had was due to the fact he accidentally kept snorting the flour up like cocaine and choked on it on many occasions. It wasn't his fault he was too tall and had to all the way bend down to see how his craftsmanship was holding up.

Though I suppose it was his fault that he kept falling out of balance, sucking in some powder on along the way to find his centre of gravity.

Actually, no. It was gravity's fault, not Lucas's.

The noodle neophyte wiped his philtrum with the back of his hand, unknowingly smearing the same substance that caused him to sniffle across his left cheek.

His master was about to tell him about it, but was silenced by the intensity of the voice that spoke.

"Look, look! I even named them, look!" Lucas chirped, bringing his pride and glory to the marble counter he had birthed them.

Sooman spared an exhale of withheld breath and narrowed his eyes at his could be successor. He placed his hands behind his back and walked over to the young man.

"Here, look." Lucas turned over his shoulder and awaited for his senior to come to his side. Once he approched, Lucas continued, "This one's the first I made. His name is Taeil. He's Korean like the rest of them, exceot for those who are not. I ended up making him kinda small, but that's okay. Anyway, he has a big heart to make up for it," he pointed, "which is why this part of him is kinda bumped. It's his heart though, not a boob."

The man tried his best not to react in a way Lucas may seem negative, so instead he asked, "you named it?"

Lucas hummed.

"All of it?"

"Well, duh. This is my first time actually making noodles by myself so I have to. I even took pictures, wanna see?"

Sooman flattened his lips together.

Lucas mimicked the action to a degree, "I see. I'll take that as a no."

He offered a smile nevertheless.

"Okay, next one is Johnny." Lucas pointed, looking to the tray, to his master, and back again. "I tried to make up for what I didn't do to Taeil but then I ended up making him too long." He pursed his lips and nodded, "he's really funny, fun to be around, really good at English, and is a total meme."

Sooman's forehad wrinkled. Meme?

"Then next is Taeyong, who ended up kinda small, but that's fine. He's the type that seems like he's going to eat tou whole, which is ironic if you ask me, since he's a noodle, but he's actually a big pile of fluff once you hear him speak. He's really good dancer, great stage presense, and has good leadership skills, which is why I have decided to make him the leader of Noodle City, or NCT for short."

Lucas smiled once again afyer explaining, and pointed, "Yuta turned out to be just right size. He's Japanese, I reckon since I used some of that favorite flour of yours, the expensive one from Osaka, to fix him when I--" the look and Sooman's face made Lucas's words slower, "got him.... wet." The blonde haired boy cleared his throat, "He's good at football, and uh... he's got a great personality-- just like you," he chuckled nudging his mentor.

There was no reaction.

"You said I could use anything though."

Silence.

He cleared his throat again.

"Next is Kun. He's Chinese, like yours truly. He's great at cooking, better than me, I hate to admit, though not really because I was the one that made him that way. He like to makes food for his noodle children like the nurturing parent figure he is." Lucas chuckled.

It was not so much out of character that Lucas would go out of his way to do something like this, but Sooman found it amusing that he made one of his characters better than him at something,when he proudly arms himself with the fact he is the top chef, The Iron Chef, from Hong Kong, who's leaving his mark all across Asia, making it his playground-- or rather is kitchen. Yes he did boost his ego along the way, but it was funny nonetheless.

"Doyong over here is kind of tricky." Lucas continued, "He's very concerned, very smart, very much like a parent figure too, but he has a scary part to him. He has a bright personality and does want the best for his noodles, but deep down he's listing everyone's weaknesses and will attack swiftly all those that cross him!"

The man with greying hair knit his brows and found himself pulling his head back slowly.

"Moving on. This is Ten, or Chittaphon Leechiyapornkul. I went to Thailand once and so I decided he'd be Thai, but actually Chinese because well, I'm Chinese, and there is a lack of Chinese among them and, well, diversity. He's the squiggliest out of all of them." Lucas bit his tongue as he smiled.

He pinched the bottom of the noodle and moved him back and forth, "See? Look at how fluid he is."

The man with a cartoonish smile nodded at his work in approval, "He's a really good dancer. Plus, he sings really well too. I mean, they all sing and dance really good, but that's not the point.

"This next one I decided to give him a birthday on Feburary 14-- just because, even though it's the middle of summer. I named him Jaehyun, and he for some reason reminds me of bread. He looks very soft, which he is, but his noodlity is nice and firm."

"Did you just say noodlity?" the old man asked.

"Yes.

"---"

"Yes, I did."

"---"

"Jaehyun's noodlity doesn't need to be tested for it is firm."

Lucas turned to back to his work, still as pleased as ever, and counted on his fingers to keeo himself back on track. "Ah, next is Winwin because he never loses. Ayeeee."

There was no reaction but Lucas was still proud. He pat his chest with enough force that there was a puff of flour in the air. "Just like his dad. Aye!" Lucas dabbed, and Sooman merely looked at him. After settling down, he went on, "He's a real diamond in the rough. He's really talented, he's capable of so many things, but some people over look him for some," Lucas smacked the surface before him, "ga'damned reason."

He's getting upset over the fictionality he gave his noodles, Sooman thought. Odd.

Lucas heaved in and out heavily and went back to his senses. "Anyway, this is Jungwoo. Soft on the outside, soft on the inside, just a real big softie. You must protect him with all your life. He cries in passion. He's a real sweethert." the tall man gave a lopsided smile and clicked his tongue. "I love him so much-- I mean I love them all, but I love him."

It was undenibale that the noodle master found the way his apprentice gave life to his lifeless work amusing to say the least. Though in the back of Sooman's head, he knew he should've stopped him the moment he introduced his first noodle. But it was far too late now, he had already spoke about half of them. It would be extremely unfair to the latter noodles if they were to be left unmentioned.

"This one's Mark. He's Canadian, not comdian, though personally, I know the cute little fellow would be really funny, or would find me really funny. But I mean, who doesn't I tell really great jokes." Lucas gave an airy ha, ha, ha, and pointed a finger gun at the man beside him.

"Next is Renjun. He's also Chinese, but is confident in Korean and Chinese. He has a bright personality and is a real goofball. Don't let that trick you into messing with him or his dongsaengs though. He'll rough you up.

"Then there's Na Jaemin, or Na-na! I personally think his nickname is the cutest thing in the world-- no bias. He's really sweet but will kill you if he gets a chance. He's not as good as speaking English as Johnny or Mark, but he's actually also really good at it too."

At this point, the older man adjusted the rims seated on his nose and spared an airy chuckle.

The younger man felt warmth in his chest at that.

He proceeded, "Jeno here, spends a lot of his time gawking at his sunbaes, thinking how great they are. He's really great too, but he believes he should still work hard, which is good. I taught him that. I'm proud of him, of both of us.

"And Haechan over on this side, rolls with the his hyungs most of the time, and so he has this air around him that makes him feel like he's all that, but he's not, really." Lucas proceeds to giggle, "he's still very much a dorky kid at heart and outside, honestlt, but in his head, he's really cool. I mean he is, but he's not, but don't tell him that.

"On to the last two. Here we have p Chenle, a big, big bowl of fruity sunshine who's confused in Chinese but just laughs it off in Korean. He is a ray of sunshine, and he's so sweet and pure and GAH," Lucas shouts, shielding the noodle, "don't touch him!"

Sooman didn't dare even flinch.

"And then baby Jisung. He's the youngest, but he wound up becoming quite long. I bet he'll get longer after he's been cooked. But he's quite thin though for my taste. I mean, honestly, they're all pretty thin to me. I dom't think it's healtht but that's how they turned out to be."

Lucas crossed his arms, "They should really eat more rice. I mean, if they were actual people, I'd call them over and feed them as much as they can eat."

"But they're not people, Yukhei. They're noodles." Sooman finally spoke after a while.

As much as he liked being called his Chinese name, he also felt tremendously nervous everytime that name of his was called instead of Lucas, especially since it was the name his teacher had decided on calling him.

"Kure," Lee Sooman huffed, "prepare me a--"

"Jangkaman," Lucas raised a hand, "those are just 17. I made three more separate ones."

The young man dashed off, leaving the older man to follow him with his eyes.

He ran back quickly holding another tray, much smaller than the first one.

Lucas smiled ear to ear, extra giddy, "I got bored after a while so I experimented on some Chinese flour, just to see what the difference would be. I mean, I don't see anything, but these ones came out really pretty. I mean they're all pretty, but- these one's are Chinese-Chinese. Not that the ones who are Chinese aren't but... ... I just realized this has nothing to do with being pretty. Sorry. I don't remember what my point was."

Lucas showed the tray that held three pieces of noodles. He placed the smaller tray next to the larger one on the marble and took them one by one.

"Xaojun," he said, placing him on the tray with the rest of the noodles, "Yangyang," he adds, repeating the same action with a differnet noodle, "and Hendery."

Lucas looks at his work in satisfaction and looked to Sooman, "They're all Chinese; Hendery is from Maca--"

"Araso, araso," the professional noodle maker spoke, finally cutting the young one off. "You made a noodle city..."

Lucas pursed his lips, "Hmm, yeah."

"But with only males, so fundamentally just an overpopulated boy group."

"Hmmm, well, I actually made a separate batch of noodles, but I spilled some red food coloring on it. I was thinking of making a Red Velvet concept-thing, I already even had a Seulgi and Irene, but then I remembered you don't like adding unnatural additives to noodles, or anything you cook, so I scratched that."

"I digress," Noodle Master spoke. "Boil up your noodle city-" "you can just call it NCT, cause you know, N is for noodle and CT is--" "NCT and make me a dazzling bowl of noodles."

Lucas pursed his lips, noddedm and soluted. "Yes sir."

Lee Sooman awaited the dish from outside the kitchen and sat soundfully. He could hear Lucas's professionality from outside and the smell wafting around was only helping to support that.

When Lucas emerged, a delicious aroma followed, though the master expected no less.

The old man tasted the soup-- supurb, the beef-- well-cooked, and then the noodles.

He got his chopsticks and placed the boiled dough strings in his mouth. It all varied in texture and firmness. In his mouth, he could swear, he tasted the character of the noodls. He was torn between deciding whether or not it was a good or bad thing. The noodle master slurped up a strand and wondered which noodle it was along the way. Maybe it was that Johnny one because of it's irregular length, or was that Jaehyun? Jungkook? Jeonghan? He couldn't remember. Which one was the one that was really funny again?

Ah, how could Lucas think of 20 different characters and remember?

Lee Sooman really was getting old, huh?

Anyway, Sooman turned to his student who bore the same bright eyes he always had.

"Yukhei," he started, "did I ever tell you why you're my only student?"

The apprentice nodded slowly, brows knitting, "You said it was because you saw something in me."

"Ye. In all my days as a noodle craftsman..." he chuckled, "I have never encountered one who made twenty individual noodles that came with a biography."

The blonde stuck out his lower lip, "You didn't even hear about Yangyang, Hendery, and Xaojun."

The man chuckled, "Ye, ye, tell me about them later, but for now you must listen. The reason why I chose you, why I am teaching only you is because... well, let's put it this way-- I see you as my noodle. I have seen and placed an esteemed character in you that I have not others. Though you may be big headed and airy at times, I know you hold layers passion, it is flowing in your veins. And I know a lot of heart, and you put a lot of heart in what you do."

Lucas looked at his master, speechless. He had heard many compliments about him and his work, but he felt it, he felt this was most definitely the most genuine one out of them all.

"Of course your noodles... your noodles are horrible." Sooman chuckled, making Lucas do the same but in a much miniscule version, cheeks heating up as well.

"But they have character-- literally," the old man laughed again, "and so I've decided to tell you all the secrets, teach you all I know, and help you mold that character and carry on this sacred tradition."

Lucas licked his lips, and felt his eyes go glassy. "I WON'T LET YOU DOWN!"

The old man laughed, "I know."

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Who: Dan & Archer What: Dan and Archer make the decision to leave the caves. Where: The caves, after hours.

Archer wrapped his arms further around himself, cursing the fact he had forgotten to grab his gloves before leaving his and Austin's makeshift room this morning. It was cold. He knew he needed to go and chop some more firewood, but it was still morning - they had time. "I don't know how much longer we will be able to take this," he muttered to Dan sitting next to him. "Ivy has been struggling as it is, and now Sadie?" He exhaled in a huff.

Dan pulled his coat tighter around himself but it didn't seem to keeo the cold away any more than it already was. He sniffled a little as he breathed, trying to ignore the oncoming head cold he knew was around the corner. "It's getting harder each day. I'm worried if we stay, we're at risk. Ivy's due soon, if that baby is born in this weather....I don't know if it'll survive."

Despite Archer's large, burly, Texan self, he was struggling with the weather change. And hell, if he couldn't handle it, he couldn't even imagine the baby that was to be born. It'd surely die, even if they slept by a fire every night, it was sure to die some other way. "By my daily observations, there's still snow on the ground... travel will be exceedingly difficult should we choose to leave...." he didn't know if he sounded eager or hesitant.

"What choice do we have though? We get lower down and move at least the air is warmer. Staying here...we might start freezing in our sleep." Dan shuddered at the thought, pulling his coat tighter. "We're not prepared for a winter this heavy..."

Archer blinked away the sudden image he had in his mind of shaking Austin's cold, frozen and blue body and cleared his throat. "The planet is changing, with pollution stopping and all," he used facts as per usual to quell his stomach's turning. "I would not be surprised if it snowed back down south - though I reckon by my mama's grave it wouldn't be near this bad."

"So we move South then?" Dan cast a glance towards the entrance of the cave as he listened to the wind howl and whistle through some rocks. "We can't stay here. If we stay, people will start to die...and then we're going to risk people trying to leave on their own or turn against one another."

Dan was right, and Archer knew that he was even if he didnt want to admit it himself. People could only handle being lead by others if no one was dying. When people started to die, when hope was lost... that was when they did things without thinking. And Archer wasn't about to have any of his groups blood on his hands. He nodded slowly, rubbing his hands together. "South seems like our best viable option. I know there were plenty of refugee camps down there in the beginning - maybe some of them are still stocked with supplies. When d'ya reckon we should leave?" At times like this, Archer didn't know what he'd do without the former teacher.

Dan nodded slowly as he listened to Archer. He knew it sounded easier than it would be but these days taking a whiz was just as deadly as going out to get food. "As soon as possible, the longer we leave it the closer we come to risking people. A few days? A week maximum? Enough time to stock ourselves up and plot a vague route?"

Heaving an exhale, he closed his eyes and put his head in his hands for a moment, trying to think of how he was going to tell the people who had trusted him when he said this was the right decision that he'd been wrong all along and now it was time to move again. Why had this burden fallen on his shoulders? Why did they have to look toward him in their darkest moments? Archer didn't know, nor understand - all he could do was try his best. He nodded and pursed his lips as he pulled back into a sitting position once again. "We have to tell the others."

Dan let a reassuring hand fall to the man's shouldef beside him, the man he'd come to proudly refer to as his best friend and family. "We'll understand, we'll be right beside you." He let a soft smile settle as the skin under the curve of his eyepatch wrinkled at the gesture. "We can tell them individually? Like ws can gather the boys up; austin, boone, my two - and tell them. Breaking it into small groups might make less confrontation."

It was good to have Dan's empathetic reasoning at times like this. Sometimes he forgot how to work things through in the most simple of ways - he blamed his logical calculating. Sometimes the easiest solution was staring him in the face. "That sounds like the most effective way to do it," he stated with a nod, standing and holding out his hand for Dan.

Dan took the man's hand and hoisted himself up, thankful for the help since even though he lost his eye years ago the transition from sitting to stansing could still through his balance off. He began walking, gesturing his head towards where he'd last seen his boys. "The sooner we tell people the sooner they can prepare."

Archer followed the other man, nodding as he spoke. "Yeah, reckon sooner is better than later." It was going to be a hard trip, and honestly he was nervous for everyone's reactions. The man may have seemed like he was all steel emotions, but in all reality he was just as scared as everyone else

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