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#bro carrie why you so fun to draw what the heck :-0#this is definitely the first time i posted this shhhhh ;w;#flower kid puds#s4m flower kid#doodle#puds ask#puds draws
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The Archer Finds a Soulmate 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔
girl dad!daryl dixon x fem!reader
a/n: this idea was offered by @yummymeee !! was trying to find fluffy daryl prompts and this one stuck with me.
summary: Daryl is a father of a young girl and has always had trouble trusting new people. When he meets you, everything changes.
warnings: none really, typical twd stuff, just some angst and fluff at the end :)
Daryl Dixon was left raising a child in the apocalypse. He didn't expect to find himself taking care of a baby all by himself after the mother of his child ended up hiding it from him, and on her death bed begging Daryl to keep the baby safe. Of course, Daryl would love his baby girl till the day he died. She was the light of his life. She was the only thing left in this cruel world that reminded him of what made life worth living.
Five years after the start of the apocalypse, Daryl was extremely lucky to have been part of a large community that actually showed not only him, but his little girl, charity and companionship. All he wished for was a safe home and chance for his daughter to grow up happy. Because he never got to have a happy childhood himself, it almost felt imperative for him to manifest his own happiness and prosperity by giving his own kid that opportunity.
"Jasmine! Get outta that pile'a crap and c'mere!"
The five-year-old girl lay on her back in mound of dirt and leaves, swishing her arms and legs back and forth. "Daddy, look! I'm making a dirt angel!"
Daryl scoffed as he peered over at his daughter, who was collecting bits of leaves and sticks and dirt in her hair and probably covering every inch of the fabric of her outfit. An outfit that Carol had recently washed, because it originally got stained with orange juice and pudding. Unfortunately little predicaments like that were bound to happen to any little kid. It didn't bother Daryl, he just didn't want to put more of a burden on Carol.
Daryl stood up from the log he was sitting on, setting the dead rabbit he was working on skinning to the side. "Jas! Ya want food or not?" He called out, waving the playful child over to him. She perked her head up at him, her dark curly hair now decorated with bits of colorful leaves and sticks, almost making her hair look like a Christmas tree in some way. The child obeyed and jumped up from the ground, shaking off the dirt that layered her clothing. And of course, they needed to be washed again.
Joining her father by the fire, Jasmine plopped down on the log across from him and simpered at him. He smiled back after examining her youthful grin and spotting the smeared dirt on her face. "Ya got dirt on yer face, silly girl. Here, wipe yer hands and face with this." He handed her a towel, one that was adorned with pink and purple flowers. She loved that little beach towel. She snatched it out of her father's hands and hastily rubbed it all over her face and hands, then tossing it on the ground. Daryl sighed in distress.
"How many more things of yers we gotta ask Carol to wash?"
"We're outside, daddy. There is dirt, and you say dirt makes us dirty. So it's got to make everything else dirty, right?" Her enthusiasm never failed to make him grin and forget what he was even upset at her about.
"A'ight, watch me, ready?" Daryl grabbed the dead rabbit and continued skinning it, making sure Jasmine was watching him. Her face contorted in disgust.
"I don't wanna do that, daddy! It's gross and it hurts the rabbit."
He ignored her complaining and continued skinning it. "It's dead already. Didn't feel any pain, I promise," he reassured the child. "I just needed to show ya how yer dad makes yer all-time favorite food: rabbit stew."
The little girl shook her head. "No, my favorite food is Carol's cookies, and the Kingdom's cobbler!"
Daryl rolled his eyes, finishing up skinning the rabbit and then sticking it on a stick and placing it over the fire. Throughout their meal, Daryl told her about the time he first ever had to eat rabbit, and how he was around her age. His daughter was always absolutely thrilled to hear stories, especially from her father. She admired him more than he realized. And she looked forward to every Thursday afternoon, because that's when Daryl took her out for walks in the woods, pointing out various plants and showing her how to differentiate between animal tracks and walker tracks. Of course, she was too young to fully understand everything he taught her, but it made him more comfortable knowing that she was learning early on.
Some nights Daryl lay awake, tossing and turning only to say "fuck it" and go out in the woods where he could ease his mind, while his daughter was already fast asleep in the room across the hall. He loved being alone in the woods; just him and no one else to disturb him for a few hours.
However, one night he ended up acquiring company from an unexpected individual: you. Daryl didn't know very much about you, besides the fact that you joined Alexandria not too long after he and his group did. You were quiet and reserved, always keeping to yourself and never being found in large crowds because you were always more content when alone. Daryl often found himself following you into the woods to see what you even did out there, but you were just too quick to spy on. And truthfully, you were afraid of Daryl. You had seen how similar he was to you in some ways; his love for nature and serenity and the comfort of being isolated from the loudness of the community you lived in. You observed him going into the woods and not coming back out for hours, just as you did. He ended up becoming a valued member of Alexandria as he helped Aaron recruit new members to the community. He was becoming more outspoken than you, and that seemed to make you nervous.
Tonight, curiosity got the best of you and you decided to go and see what it was that Daryl the archer father did late at night in the woods, all alone.
Daryl did not anticipate anyone to be as good of a tracker as he was, especially in the dark of night. But being the daughter of a hunter father ended up advantaging you with that skill. So when he heard footsteps and prepared to send an arrow flying and landing between the eyes of a walker, but ended up being face to face with you, he was surprised to say the least.
"Hey, um, Daryl right?" Your flashlight beamed onto his face, and he squinted. "Sorry," you turned it off and shoved it in your pocket, "I just, um...I always see you out here, and I'm always out here, so..."
"So what?" Daryl wasn't in the mood for visitors, especially not annoyingly beautiful women such as yourself. You made him nervous.
Daryl kicked the dirt around with his feet, not looking up at you as you continued to speak to him. "Look, I'm not really a people person, and you probably want nothing to do with me because I never talked to you before...but I–" you stopped to look down at the dirt and shuffle your feet in it as well, involuntarily mimicking Daryl. "I dunno, I just need a friend, I think."
You could feel Daryl's eyes on you now, the glow of the small fire illuminating his auburn hair and the specks of hair on his beard. You swallowed hard, becoming a nervous wreck under his hard gaze. "Why me?" Was all he managed to say after studying your face. You finally made eye contact with him after mustering up the courage to do so. He had pretty eyes.
"Because I think we're alike in a lot of ways." You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and leaned against the thick tree beside you. "And honestly, you're one of the only people I know of that has better tracking skills than me," you added, voice soft and unsure. Unsure of what the mysterious man in front of you was thinking. It seemed like he had so much going on in his head all the time, and that's because he did. His thoughts raced, thoughts about you and how pretty you looked under the sparkling fire and why the hell you were talking to a loser single dad like him.
But you didn't see him like that. You were intimidated by him – always have been, except this time he intimidated you in a way you never expected. He made you want to open up to him, because you could tell now that he was just like you. You went your whole life never wanting to be seen by anyone, but Daryl changed that.
Daryl's lack of words left you in your thoughts once again. What if that was his sign for you to scram? What if he hated you? What if he thought you were a fucking creep for sneaking up on him in the middle of the night in the woods? You couldn't handle the fear of rejection so you took matters into your own hands.
Sighing in defeat, you turned on your heal and started for the other direction back to Alexandria, until you were abruptly stopped in your tracks.
"Wait."
Daryl did not wish for you to leave. He believed you. You were like him. "Ya wanna come hunting?"
Your eyes lit up in elation, and you smiled at him. "Yeah, I'd love to."
After a only a few weeks, you and Daryl became friends. He properly introduced you to his daughter Jasmine, who when meeting you for the first time told you, "You're pretty!" It melted your heart. Yours and Daryl's friendship grew drastically from then on. You respected him a lot, as he did you. The two of you were able to teach each other things about nature and hunting that the other had no clue about; you taught Daryl which herbs were best for different things, and he taught you how to shoot with a crossbow. Of course, your bow and arrow and your dagger were just enough for you already, but it pleased you to know that Daryl actually wanted to teach you.
Soon enough it was evident that you and Daryl were growing a deeper connection than the two of you originally anticipated. But somehow you weren't scared of it. You felt content around him, and it was clear that he felt that way about you, too.
"Jasmine!" Daryl called out, frantically searching the woods for his pesky little daughter. The sun was setting over the tree line ahead of him, clouds painted orange and pink. It was going to be dark soon, and he had no idea where his daughter had run off to.
Daryl found his feet moving on their own, eyes shifting around his surroundings while he attempted to track the footsteps of his daughter. "Jas! C'mon let's go!" Suddenly the sound of a twig snapping filled the air. His heartbeat quickened, and his paternal instincts kicked in. He raced toward the sound, crossbow at the ready.
He was just about ready to shoot whatever was hiding behind the tree but when he saw you walking with Jasmine he stopped in his tracks, lowering his weapon. You and Jasmine both glanced up at him simultaneously, and the little girl ran up to her father and hugged him. A sigh of relief overcame him as he bent down to hug her back. You beamed down at the two of them, admiring how touching the sight was.
"Where were ya?" Daryl stood back up, moving his focus between both you and his daughter. You could tell he was trying his hardest to stay calm, but the fact that his daughter was running off in the woods without him made him feel uneasy and on edge.
"Don't worry, I found her by a stream back there. She told me she wanted to learn how to catch frogs," you reassured him. He grinned and looked down at the girl, who was carrying a red bucket full of croaking amphibians.
"Look how many I caught, daddy!" She lifted the bucket up to Daryl and he peered into it. "Well someone's a professional frog catcher now, ey?" He teased.
The three of you reached the gates and Jasmine hurriedly ran down the street to the other kids outside. You smiled and turned to Daryl, who was already staring at you. You blushed and looked down at your feet.
"Sorry, I should have told you she was with me. She just seemed so excited and I couldn't say no, so–"
"Nah. Don't need to apologize," he interrupted, reaching his hand up to brush a strand of hair out of his face. "I, uh, thank you, fer watchin' her."
A gentle breeze drifted through your hair and you brushed stray strands out of your face, all the while Daryl shifted his weight and gathered the pith to express his feelings at that moment. He needed to get it off his chest.
Your doe eyes only impelled him further.
"Uh..." his anxious eyes finally met your passionate ones. "I think Jas might enjoy having ya over fer dinner t'night."
This time you tittered, nodding your head enthusiastically. "If this is your way of wanting more of my company, just say it, Daryl." Your face muscles seriously ached from smiling so hard. "I... I like you. And I would love to come over, honestly, any time."
Daryl's face flushed a shade of pink you'd never seen on him before. It made you giddy. "I like ya too."
That moment felt so cliche – it felt like you and Daryl were part of a silly teenage romcom film. But you two earned that cliche moment. You were surprisingly capable of harvesting a healthy connection with someone who really meant a lot to you.
The magnetic pull between the two of you grew stronger and stronger, reeling your body closer to his. Your hand instinctively brushed against his, making Daryl's insides mushy.
A smirk ran across yours lips and you grabbed Daryl's hand firmly. "C'mon, let's go make some food for tonight."
That evening you cooked venison stew for Daryl and his daughter, by gratitude of the huge buck Daryl scored earlier that morning. Secretly you loved to cook, but you'd only ever cook for someone who was special to you; back in the day you'd always cook for your father after he'd go out hunting and bring back game that gave you an opportunity to create a mouth-watering recipe. Today, that special someone was Daryl. You truly believed he deserved a decent meal from you after everything he'd done for you. He won your trust and respect – even more so your love.
"Thank you."
Daryl was sprawled out on the couch, staring up at you as you had finished cleaning up the dishes. He had already tucked Jasmine into bed up stairs, afterward coming back down to gawk at you.
You wiped your hands on a towel and set it on the counter, turning your attention the the comfortable man on the couch. "No need to thank me. I wanted to cook for you." You joined him on the couch, drowning in the soft cushion and taking in the homey vibe of his living room.
He sat up, turning his body toward you. That expression was painted on his face again – the one that told you he was doubting himself, or that he was trying really hard to articulate his emotions. You took his hands in yours, a decision that caught Daryl by surprise. "You don't need to doubt yourself anymore. I know what you're feeling, trust me."
Your reassurance kindled the spark of courage Daryl so desperately needed. It was as if you were his god, his creator – the one to send him the message from the sky to tell him it was his time to listen to his heart. And so he did.
The archer's rough, calloused fingers traced shapes over the dry skin of your hands. Your gaze melted him like plastic by the fire, and the words your spoke to him spilled from your lips like a prayer.
"Kiss me, Daryl."
Carefully Daryl parted his lips while searching your face for any uncertainties; there were none. And so he kissed you. He kissed you like you were a porcelain doll, suppressing his strength as to not break you. He wanted this kiss to last forever, and so did you.
Daryl trusted his gut that you were the one for him, and boy was that the best decision he ever made right there and then.
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Confusion's Octopath Traveler 2 Headcanons Masterlist that I'm getting out into the world a day before the game's release right before the canon makes it impossible for them to happen
Agnea is insanely good at handstands. Partitio, half drunk, once asked her to do a handstand on a chair, which she did, and then proceeded to shock the rest of the group by removing one hand from the chair and slowly placing it behind her back. Everyone was freaking out
Osvald doodles in his books. They're usually little faces of his deceased wife and daughter (followed by the words "I love you" or "I miss you very much"), but there are sometimes messy doodles of flowers and even some of the other travelers. The other travelers once found one of the books with these drawings in it. Osvald had forgotten to draw Paritio's hat in one doodle, and the group promptly mistook him for Temenos
Throné sings lullabies when she can't fall asleep. She sings very sweetly, but she has threatened all who have heard her sing out of embarrassment. Her audiences are usually herself or the occasional stray animal she finds out on the streets
Hikari loves birds. The birds also love him back. He once tried to feed a few and ended up attracting an entire flock, resulting on him being covered in birds and feathers, which made it extremely difficult to walk around
Temenos Does Not swear in front of kids. The other travelers found out when he stubbed his toe in a room full of children. After it happened, he simply stared at the ground before shouting "FUDGE" very loudly, sending the other travelers into a fit of laughter
Ochette doesn't eat chocolate. No one knows why. It could be because of her canine features. It could simply be because she doesn't like it. When asked, Ochette simply shrugs and responds that she doesn't know either
Castti has Everything in her apothecary satchel. Everything. People think the "take out all your weapons. *watches them take out one weapon* all of them *watches them take out the rest of their weapons*" person is Throné or Ochette. Wrong. It's Castti. No one has ever questioned her about the blade sharpening rock in her satchel. No one knows how Castti can lug the small but heavy rock in her satchel all day. No one truly knows how much her satchel can hold. No one will ever know.
The other travelers once made a joke about Partitio's last name. Once when they were traveling in the Winterlands, they saw him wearing a purple scarf, and they proceeded to call him Partitio Purplewil for the rest of the day
Ochette has a special whistling pattern when she calls for each of her creature companions. Over time, she also made one for each of the other travelers. Now, whenever each of the travelers hears their specific whistling pattern, they'll know what Ochette is calling for them. This is especially great if people get lost in a crowd. Unfortunately, no one has made a whistle pattern for Ochette yet
Castti bakes a lot. Due to her experience with her concoctions, she knows how the chemical compounds work and can make all sorts of fancy desserts. Whenever Ochette makes something, Castti is quick to follow up with a small cake or pudding. She also makes really good hot chocolate
Throné likes to have quiet tea sessions with her fellow travelers. She used to do it with a few friends during breaks as she found it relaxing. Now, she can quietly sip on her tea and engage in conversations with the other travelers. From time to time, she enjoys these sessions on her own. Those sessions are her do not disturb times. If anyone does disturb her, Throné will be very sure that there will be consequences
Osvald memorises at least one sentence of every book he's ever used for his research. It's not necessarily the first or last sentence, it's just any random sentence in the book. Once, one of the travelers was reading a book out loud. Osvald, upon recognising a sentence, asked "is that 'A History of the Winterlands'?" without even looking up from his current read. From that moment onwards, no one dared to question his memory again
Partitio likes stargazing. In his younger days, he used to stay up to stare at the stars in the sky until his parents told him to go to bed. To this day, it's a small hobby that he continues to do when he's finished with a long day of work, or when he can't fall asleep. He can recognise some of the stars, and constantly points them out to the other travelers
Agnea is really good at tying and untying knots. The knots she makes are always secure, and no matter how impossible it seems to untie a knot, Agnea can always get it undone. At first, no one knew why this was the case, or how she managed to learn this skill. The answer soon became clear when the travelers found her trying to untie a knot in one of the ribbons she used to tie her hair
Temenos sleeps with one eye open at all times. No one knows why. They all found out one morning when they found Temenos sitting asleep at a table with one eye open. They started a conversation thinking he was awake the whole time until he actually woke up and proceeded to scare the living hell out of all of them. Someone once asked him if he could see in his sleep. Temenos' answer to that question was simply to shrug and to walk away
Hikari likes folding origami cranes. It was something he used to do a lot as a child to pass the time. Now, whenever he's bored and has a piece of paper in front of him, he starts absentmindedly folding the little paper cranes and handing them to the nearest traveler. Each traveler has at least 20 of these
#no i was not projecting with the paper crane hc what do you mean /hj#this was supposed to be one hc per traveler but i got too excited and did two each#ah whatever these are fun#ONE MORE DAY Y'ALL ONE MORE#octopath traveler#octopath traveler 2#octopath traveler ii#ochette#castti florenz#throné anguis#osvald v. vanstein#partitio yellowil#agnea bristarni#temenos mistral#hikari ku#confusion rambles a bit
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i need to see the arcane characters blushing. i just know a forehead kiss and softly spoken pet name would get like half of them to melt instantly
Anon, oh my! I am soft!
Also, figuring out pet names for each character is sooo hard. I am not good at coming up with them. I'll try to make it as fluffy as I can, but some of these characters can be tough.
MDNI. Possible NSFW.
•Silco
-He always calls you darling, kisses the back of your hand when he gets a chance
-the first time you called him 'my love' or used darling, his heart fluttered, making him put his pen down and look at you, pleasantly surprised
-"Love?" He hummed. "Yes, I do rather like the sound of that." Silco came to stand before you and gently took your chin in his hand. "I will always be yours. I swear it."
•Jinx
-She had 1,000 pet names for you. Her favorite is sweets
-You like how playful the relationship could be, how you could be who you really were and how she made you feel light inside
-So you went with something a little silly, like her: Pudding
-Loses her mind because she loves it so much! She threw herself into your arms and gave you the biggest kiss of your life
-She will spray paint 'Pudding loves Sweets' everywhere in her den. It just makes her so happy
•Ekko
-Babe. Straight up, both of you use babe.
-Unless it is very tender moment and he is being romantic, then you are his firelight. (I don't care if that is overused, it is an amazing pet name and you can take it from my dead body)
-You give him funny nicknames to tease him sometimes, but the one that got his attention was big boy.
-Most of his life it's been little man, but for some reason, hearing you say big boy (even if it was a tease) boosts his ego
-Makes a metal flower for you as a thank you and as a symbol of how he will love you forever
•Scar (bat guy from the Firelights)
-This big guy is not a talker so using pet names isn't something he does
-The two of you are very sweet on one another, so calling him beloved just felt right.
-He had to hug you after you said it so you wouldn't see him cry because he is just so soft. Don't tell anyone though.
-The kids will pretend to gag and mock you two if you say it in front of them, but he doesn't care. It gives Ekko a crisis.
-Secretly loves being called daddy in private
•Vander
-Oh, he calls you sugar because you taste so sweet
-Likes to remind you by whispering in your ear. Straight up tease.
- Papa bear is what you call him, and he will punch anyone's face in who mocks it. That is his badge of honor.
-First time you called him that, he chuckled and nudged you. "That would make you mama bear."
-Another who is kind of into the daddy kink
•Finn
-Blossom is his go to. The reason why is raunchy, but no one needs to know that little secret, now do they?
-He reminds you of a tiger with that intense look of his, how he looks like he is going to pounce at any given moment
-Gets off on you calling him that. Will also call you kitten
•Jayce
-You make him all soft inside and has always thought you otherworldly, so he calls you angel
-He isn't one for a large amount of PDA (except with Viktor lol) and he tends to call you this very gently or in private. You don't mind because everyone knows who he goes home to at the end of the night
-It took a long time for you to come up with a good nickname but after staring at the Talis family crest you came up with hammer
-He's strong, durable, and is helping build the way for the future. Also the family crest and he works with one
-He'll be a bit embarrassed at first but that's because he is easy to fluster. You also get him with lewd jokes about hammering.
•Viktor
-If it is a classic and romantic pet name, he calls you it just to see you bite your lip and blush
-It's hard to get him back like that, since he is secretly a devious little man, but then showing affection to him publicly tends to make him blush and put his hand on the small of your back
-Privately it always leads to the most tender kisses and him telling you how much he loves you.
-He's so used to the world being cruel towards him, but your affections really does something inside of him and he has to convince himself to not propose to you immediately
•Mel
-Classy lady likes classy names. Darling, dove, my dear.
-Surprised or bashful smiles is how she tells you she likes it. It doesn't look like anything to others around you but it's like a secret language
-You will use the same ones but it has an effect on her that she didn't expect
•Sevika
-Baby doll, sweet cheeks, honey buns, toots, all of the names
-Day one you called her your goddess, because she just seemed above normal people.
-Anyone says anything about it, immediate broken nose. Do not mock her nickname.
-As with Jinx, you don't really use your name anymore because she never says it
-Unless she's under you or vice versa
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A/N: sorry this took so long. I am dealing with health issues and being a parent at the same time. Hope you still enjoy it! It was a challenge! On a side note, my husband's nickname is hammer lol
#arcane#arcane netflix#arcane x reader#arcane x you#jinx x reader#silco x reader#ekko x reader#arcane scar#scar x reader#vander x reader#finn x reader#jayce x reader#viktor x reader#mel medarda#mel x reader#sevika x reader#arcane silco#arcane jinx#arcane ekko#arcane firelights#bat guy arcane#arcane vander#arcane finn#arcane jayce#arcane viktor#arcane mel#arcane sevika#some of these are just dumb but i tried so hard
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luka couffaine headcanons
• luka is a pretty laidback person
• he sometimes stargaizes at night, just so he can look at the constellations
• he isn't actually afraid of snakes, in fact, he's actually considering having one as a pet
• he and juleka have a secret communication system through music. like when one of them asks a question or speaks they would respond by playing a few notes on an instrument and they would know what it means.
juleka: "luka, have you seen my phone?"
luka: *plays a few strings on his guitar*
juleka: "found it, thanks!"
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luka: "what happened to my toffee pudding?"
juleka: *plays a few strings on her bass*
luka: "really, jules? I was saving that!"
juleka: *plays some more strings on her bass"
luka: "how was I supposed to know that spaghetti was yours? I didn't even see your name"
juleka: *aggressively plays some more strings on her bass while also pouting and glaring at luka*
luka: "okay, it was half finished. but i was hungry and i wasn't really craving any other foods"
juleka: *plays some more strings on her bass*
luka: "whatever, i'll just buy some"
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• might want a houseboat when he's older. he just loves listening to the calm waves of the water when he's sleeping or meditating
• writes songs for marinette even when they broke up
• sometimes uses juleka's head as an armrest because he's taller than her. just a way for him to tease her and laughs when she gets annoyed.
• he has really good memory. this stems from his obsession with music. not to mention that he's pretty observant. like if someone places a book somewhere and they can't remember where they put it, luka would tell them where it is.
• luka's love for music comes from when his mom used to play guitar for him and juleka as a kid. in fact, the guitar was the first instrument he learned how to play
• luka goes to the pet store to buy mice because sass admits that mice are his favorite food.
• luka is pretty chill, it's rare for him to get angry. there are only a few times where he gets angry (silencer for example)
• remember when I said that luka isn't afraid of snakes? yeah, may I mention that snakes are his favorite animal? he's considering having a snake tattoo when he's an adult, although he's not sure if he wants it on his arm or on his back.
• an empath
• his favorite flower is the devil's trumpet
• studies psychology & philosophy
• he keeps his hair his natural color for a while because keeping his edges blue can be a pain in the ass since the color washes off very quickly. so he keeps it black until he gets bored and dyed them again
• he has chromesthesia
• he firmly believes in rebirth and that there is life after death
• reads past life regression books
• he doesn't really have any aspirations for fame. despite his dad being a famous rockstar, he doesn't want to be in the spotlight. he instead wants to teach music to other people, which is why his choice of a career is a music teacher
• he is a buddhist. he believes in the majority of buddhist beliefs, including samudaya
• allergic to seafood
• plans on getting just a few more piercings
• luka is explicitly against sass calling him master
• luka will sometimes play with sass' tail whenever the kwami sits in an elevated position
• he knows how to play the lyre (due to being viperion), keyboard, & the cello.
• he is very protective, especially towards juleka. he has gotten in trouble a lot as a child for starting fights with people that bullied her.
• despite being french, he does not like cheese. he once passive-aggressively (but in a good way) gave adrien deodorant because he couldn't stand the smell of camembert
• when luka is stressed. he plays notes on his guitar with his eyes closed and tries to guess what pitch the note is at
• he is pansexual i refuse to believe he's straight!
• jokingly refers to himself as an old man because he mostly hangs out with juleka's friends, who are all two years younger than him
#miraculous ladybug#mlb fandom#mlb#luka couffaine#miraculous fandom#miraculous lb#luka couffaine headcanons#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir#miraculous headcanon#fypシ#tumblr fyp#fyp
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Stardew Mod Alfred Jones (America)
Summary of Town & Buildings you should read this first if you haven't so you're not confused.
Jones Household: Alfred
Alfred (America), His brother is Matthew (Canada) and they are also roommates living on a ranch/ tree nursery together at the furthest end of Cindersnap forest. They own a small farm where America raises cows & Canada has a small tree nursery where he taps trees for maple. They live the furthest away from town so they have space to farm. They come from a family of Ranchers and got a very large trust fund from their parents. Being raised rich he does not really have a concept for money and will often say tone deaf things until you form a relationship with him. (Commenting on your clothes similar to how Haley does)
Bakery contribution- Supplies Milk for the baked goods and coffee Drinks. He also makes all the Apple Pie. Alfred Visits the Bakery on Monday morning around 10am to make his milk deliveries. He will stay there for about an hour and then head home opening his store around 12pm that day.
Alfred break down:
Alfred Loves grindball, cows and eating. He used to be in the military and fought with Kent in the war against the Gotoro Empire. After an injury he was given an honorary discharge and deals with the guilt of feeling like he got out easy. His Milk puns can make for a fun double entendre that he is unaware of. He can come off as self-centered and chauvinistic at times but he means well. This boy loves cows and will talk about them any chance you give him. He’s a cowboy if you will. But just because was a trust fund kid does not mean he’s afraid of getting his hands dirty or hard work. Don’t let his condescending demeanor rub you the wrong way once you break that outer shell this farm boy will love you until the cows come home.
The Ranch-His house doubles as a ranch so he sells Barn Animals like Marnie does and Hay + tools like sheers, milk pale and anything else you might need for your animals. He does not have as big of a selection of Marnie but his prices are slightly cheaper if you are willing to make the trek there for your stuff. Animals bought from Alfred are already full grown and there is not waiting period to have them grow from babies as Alfred raises the animals up himself so they will start producing products right away.
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Birthday- Summer 4
Loves- Pumpkin Pie, Banana Pudding, Survival Burger, All varieties of Milk, Gold Bar and Apple Pie
Likes- All universal likes except for flowers and crops that cannot be eaten. All cooked food and all crops that can be eaten with a couple exceptions
Neutrals- all universal neutrals, all raw fish (Because they have the ability to be cooked and eaten)
Dislikes- all universal dislikes, flowers of any kind (They are not food)
Hates- Salad & Moss soup & Universal hates
Gift receiving lines-
Loved Lines- Wow my favorite! It’s like you can read my mind or something…
Liked Lines- Sweet, Thanks!
Neutral Lines- Thanks for the gift I guess
Dislikes- Um, Okay
Hate Lines- Why did you give me your trash? I guess I’ll throw it away for you
Birthday Gift Lines- Happy Birthday to me! Thanks for remembering.
Unique festival dialog:
Egg Festival- I asked Mayor Lewis if we could do a milk festival instead this year. He said he didn’t think the idea would “catch on”.
Desert Festival- Every year I misread the flyer and think I’m attending the “dessert festival”. This is still alright though I guess.
Flower Dance- *Alfred is busy eating and doesn’t seem like he wants to talk*
Ask to dance?
If yes- Dance!? With you!? I thought you’d never ask! I mean…dancing is cool sure.
If no- Sorry, I have literally anything else to do.
Firework Festival (New Event)- It’s my birthday today you know. It almost feels like these fireworks are a celebration for me. If only I had some Banana Pudding today would be perfect.
Luau- Can you guess what I added to the pot this year? If you guessed milk you were right.
Trout Derby- Does not attend
Dance Of The Moonlight Jellies- I don’t get what’s so exciting about a bunch of glowing fish. Now a cow with glowing milk, now that would be cool! Don’t steal that idea…
Stardew Valley Fair- (Has a stand with Matthew where they are showing off Cheese, Milk, Maple syrup, and some tree fruits.) Came to stake out the completion, Eh (Player)? Mattie and I are taking home the gold this year I know it.
Brew Fest (New Event)- I’m on my 18th shot of espresso. What do you mean slow down? Who are you my Mom/dad/parent? (Depending on which gender you picked)
Spirits Eve- I wonder If I could make a Golden Pumpkin Pie from the Golden Pumpkin. Don’t steal that idea…
Festival Of Ice- My brother dragged me here. It’s too damn cold out here *Shivers*. Hopefully the cows are warm enough in the barn.
Squidfest- Does Not Attend
Night Market- I wonder if you could milk a mermaid. Why are you looking at me like that? Was it something I said?
Feast Of The Winter Star- *Alfred Is eating an entire Pumpkin Pie from the tin with a fork*. *He looks like he’s trying to hide it from you*
Friendship Letters after befriending Alfred:
2 Hearts letter: he will send you a letter in the mail and a bottle of Maple syrup as a gift The letter will say: Found this while going through my brothers stuff. I thought it would annoy him if I gave it to you.
4 Hearts letter: Sorry I was so annoyed with you before you’re actually pretty cool you know. I Got you something little to make up for it don’t spend it all in one place. The letter will contain a Gold Bar.
6 heart letter- Now that we’re such good pals I thought I would share with you my mom’s top secret Apple Pie Recipe. This information is classified. Letter contains the recipe for Apple Pie.
2 Apple
1 Wheat flour
1 Maple Syrup
Health+ 80
Energy+ 175
8 Heart letter- When you first moved in I never thought I would even talk to you. But I want you to know you’ve become my best friend. I look forward to seeing you every day. Let’s hang out later okay? Letter contains a Diamond
Romance Dialog
Receiving a Bouquet- For me? Hell Yeah! That’s so crazy and here I was about to just go buy a bouquet for you.
Mermaid Pendent- No way, no way, no way! You seriously want to marry me? I was too afraid to ask you! I’ll get everything set up don’t even worry about lifting a finger baby.
Married Life With Alfred Jones:
When married to America his corner of the farm will be a singular cow which is named Big Tex. When married to Alfred there is a chance if you speak to him in the morning he will give you milk and will tell you it came from Big Tex fresh this morning. Three days after marrying Alfred you will get a letter in the mail from ‘In-laws’ with 10k gold congratulating you and apologizing for not being at the wedding. After Marrying Alfred he will still go tend his stores and will hardly ever be actually at your house. Due to the long walk he will warp to and from there and cannot be followed since the slow pace NPCs walk would take him literally all day to get there. Alfred will call you babe from now on regardless of gender. If you go visit him at work he will have special dialog expressing he’s happy you came to see him but you don’t get a discount just because you’re married. Occasionally he will mention the current war saying he ‘hopes everyone is doing alright without him’. On Sundays he and Matthew will meet each other in Cinderssnap Forest by the river unless it’s raining and then they will both stay home.
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Nothing in my head but summertime Levi. Summertime with Levi is shopping at the farmers' market early in the morning. Levi would pick out the sweetest watermelons, freshest milk, and the loveliest flowers.
Levi would make popsicles out of watermelon, perfect for the hot weather in the afternoon. Sweet, cold watermelon juice bursts in your mouth as you take a big bite. The flesh is half frozen in ice but still managed to melt in your mouth, just the perfect texture for a popsicle.
Levi would pick out baskets of lemons from the lemon trees in the garden. He would wear a straw hat that we bought from a single mother year ago. One of her children insisted on putting a flower on his hat, and he still has the wilted dried flower on. In his thin tank top and faded shorts, Levi completes the garden.
Levi would make jars of lemonade, stocking up the fridge. The kitchen smells like lemon for two days. And he would make pudding too. Lots of pudding where he would share it with the children in the neighbourhood. You see, Levi loves kids.
And he loves you too. He makes sure you have fresh flowers in the house and on your straw hat whenever you are going out. Levi loves seeing you in your summer attire, so carefree so sweet. Sometimes he wishes that summer would never end.
#and you wish that he was real :(#it's so so so hot here#i'm practically melting#empty thoughts#just levi#levi fluff#summertime levi#levi ackerman
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[CN] Victor’s Sea-circle Event (Chapter 4)
⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for content yet to be released on the global server! ⌚
✧ mum’s smile || little gentleman || art and love || mum’s companionship || endearing thoughts
【Mum’s Companionship】
A journal recording Victor’s growth during the study tour program in France.
What she hid in here is not only memories but also her regrets for not being able to be there to constantly care for him and nag him during the time he was growing up.
[Note: Victor’s mum used to call him “Yan Yan,” which as always, I’ve translated as Vic-Vic~]
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✧ DATE: 05/21
He safely arrived in France at noon today. Following the teacher’s instructions, I was waiting at the designated meeting point when I saw him getting off the bus with a big bouquet of carnations in his hands. The teacher said that when they were passing by a florist, Vic-Vic requested to stop briefly and wait for him; he then especially picked out those flowers for me. This adorable little gentleman… did he watch some French romantic movies!
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✧ DATE: 05/21
Vic-Vic’s dad said he packed his luggage all by himself for this trip. And sure enough, Vic-Vic immediately opened his suitcase in the living room after we returned home today. Although this little grown-up didn’t say anything, I knew he was probably trying to attract my attention. So, I thought of teasing him a little and deliberately pretended to not see, going about my business as usual.
But to my surprise, Vic–Vic was extremely patient. He just sat there on the sofa and waited quietly. Before long, I couldn’t resist anymore and succumbed in my heart, promptly making up for it by rewarding him with the recognition he deserved. Vic-Vic took out a certificate from his suitcase and presented it to me, saying that he would bring an even better trophy next time. I knew he was trying to tell me through this gesture that he was studying diligently and growing up well. So I hugged him and told him he was truly amazing. But what I didn’t tell him was– “Actually, you are already outstanding in your mum’s heart, and you don’t need these awards as validation.”
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✧ DATE: 05/25
We visited a vinyl record store, and I initially thought that at Vic-Vic’s age, he might find this type of music medium too old-fashioned. But he listened attentively to the teacher’s explanations throughout the visit. I asked him if he wanted to buy a vinyl record as a souvenir for himself, and he quickly nodded. Eventually, with the curator’s recommendation, we selected a collection of Miles Davis’ famous tracks.
Sticky Note:
As soon as we got home in the evening, Vic-Vic couldn’t wait to play the vinyl record. I was curious about why he was so interested, and he explained that the unique sound of vinyl records made him feel like he was traveling through time.
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✧ DATE: 05/31
To my surprise, Vic-Vic helped me secure the tickets to the music concert that I had missed out on earlier through a knowledge quiz.
My son is truly amazing~
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✧ DATE: 06/05
I still remember the first time I made pudding for Vic-Vic. With a frown on his little face, he peered at the kitchen countertop and asked me in an earnest tone if we needed to hire a professional cleaner to tidy it up? Just the thought of his deadly serious expression makes me somewhat unable to contain my laughter. I wonder if he will ask the same question again when he sees the kitchen in its current state after waking up?
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✧ DATE: 06/05
…in the blink of an eye, you are already leaving for home today. There are many things Mum doesn’t know how to say to you face-to-face, so I’ll just write them down here silently.
As the person dearest to you, I’m truly sorry that Mum can’t always be by your side and witness you growing up. Seeing how sensible you are, Mum feels gratified, but my heart also aches at the same time. If I had been by your side all the time, perhaps you would have been able to be like the other kids, often acting coquettishly and being stubborn with Mum, wouldn’t you…
Regardless of anything, I hope that one day you will understand that no matter where you are, I will always be blessing you, watching over you, and loving you. And also, remember to smile a lot more. Mum absolutely loves the way that smile lights up your face~
P.S. The teacher said that this record needs to be submitted to the school, but Mum is really unwilling to part with these precious memories and give them to someone else. So I lied to the teacher and told them that I accidentally lost the journal…
After you leave, I’ll secretly hide it away. You can revisit these memories at your own pace when you grow up.
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✧ next stop: endearing thoughts
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#DAMMIT PG WHY DID YOU CHOOSE VIOLENCE ON THE 4TH DAY ALREADY ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽#you can see how much impact his mom has on him despite her rare presence. his love for romantic French movies- collecting vinyl records...#the way he still brings her flowers every time he visits. the throwback to how she taught him to make pudding—#and remember how he said that MC resembles him mom strikingly?? you can feel their resemblance through these pages too—#both his mum and MC – “your existence itself is the grandest miracle.” and their quirks too— 😭👊#I JUST— I JUST— ITS ALMOST MIDNIGHT AND IM HERE FLAILING ARMS CLUTCHING MY CHEST ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽#mlqc victor#mlqc li zeyan#mlqc#mr love victor#mr love queen's choice#恋与制作人#李泽言#love and producer#mlqc cn#mlqc spoilers#mlqc translations
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I forgot to link this to tumblr loll. My favorite interaction with Flower is this
ABSOLUTELY share anything that happens in the ask box if you wish
Enjoy chatting with my chaos child/clone :-]
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♠️♥️High Card Short Story 6 “An Afternoon with Finn and Chris” (1/3)♦️♣️
What do car dealers do on their lunch break? Finn, for one, took Chris out to the backyard of the store...
Original: https://twitter.com/highcard_pj/status/1540170704884072448
Author: https://twitter.com/poipheno
Artist: https://twitter.com/ebimoji3
Lunch break. I stuffed a sandwich into my mouth and dragged Chris out through the backdoor by his arm.
“Finn~ I was planning to eat dessert after my lunch, you know~”
“You’ve promised to do it today, remember? Come on, let’s go.”
The backyard was bathed in soft sunlight, and purple flowers were blooming from the plants tended by Bernard-ojiichan and Vijay.
“What a pushy kid. Fine, just give a moment.”
Chris, who appeared reluctant, didn’t move from his spot as he shoved a spoonful of pudding from the jar into his mouth.
“Hurry up. We don’t have much time.”
“Okay, okay. I got it.”
Previously, I had gotten Chris to promise that he would teach me martial arts. Long story short, we had been busy with our job as car dealers, and thus our plan had been postponed several times, but today both of us could finally make it.
“I’m not a fan of getting all sweaty with men, though.”
“Stop saying disgusting stuff so often. Come on, hurry up and teach me already!”
“I don’t think it’s anything worth teaching.”
I took off my suit jacket, pulled my necktie off, then draped them over a garden bench. I also took off my watch and rolled up the sleeves of my shirt.
“I mean, Finn, you’re already pretty good at fighting. Surely you have no need for extra training?”
“No problem, just teach me what you know!”
Before I joined High Card, I used to do boxing casually with my friends. However, after going on several missions with Chris, I learned that people who have been through intense training are on an entirely different level compared to those who don’t.
According to what he told me, it seemed that Chris had been trained in martial arts by his father when he was young. His basic skills laid in muay thai and MMA—mixed martial arts. In short, he could do anything in terms of full body combat.
“Very well, for the sake of my cute junior, I guess I can afford to take off a layer or two. One thrust at a time, maybe something more would come out of this, yeah?[*]”
I had no idea what he meant by that, but Chris simply chuckled at me.
“Show me what you’ve got.”
“’Kay.”
I took a shoulder-width stance by putting my left foot forward, then held up both of my fists to the height of my cheeks.
“My style is kind of like boxing. Here it comes, shadow.”
Shadow is a term for when one attacks or dodges while imagining their opponent in their head.
One-two, hook, uppercut, body-ducking, and swayback, I alternated between hitting and dodging.
The cobblestones on the ground rubbed against my leather soles, producing a crisp sound.
“So, how was it? What should I change to improve?”
I panted heavily through my nose.
“Isn’t that already good enough the way it is?”
“What the hell, there’s no way that’s true! Tell me your actual thoughts!”
“No, no, I’m serious. You did good enough. To be fair, on our missions, we don’t usually get into situations where we must go wild in a fistfight, anyway.”
“It did happen last time, though.”
“Finn has sharp eyesight, so you’ll be just fine. Besides, this place is not ideal for training to begin with. MMA especially requires us to work as a pair and involves a lot of getting thrown down. If you’ll follow me to my bed, perhaps then I would reconsider.”
Ignoring his joke, I turned on my heels.
“Alright then! I’m just gonna ask Wendy to teach me.”
In an instant Chris was grabbing on my arm.
“Stop right there! Wendy doesn’t know how to take it easy when giving a lesson, she will definitely break you!”
“So hurry up and teach me instead.”
“Okay, okay. So eager to get back together after breaking up with me, huh.”
Chris took off his suit jacket and threw it over the garden bench. Following that he pulled his necktie off and undid his first button. He took off his dark green watch, then finally rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. Due to his tall height, he might seem slender at a glance, but his arms were strong with visible blue veins running all the way down to his wrists.
“Here we go, let’s get into position one more time.”
As I was getting ready, Chris walked around behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders, rubbing on them.
“Hmm, nice frame.”
“Don’t get too handsy with me.”
“No, I’m just stating the truth? Not only you have good eyesight, but you also have a strong body, and you’re surprisingly flexible. Alright, go ahead and start with another one-two.”
I gave him a one-two.
“There’s an opening on your side. Also, your left side isn’t extended wide enough. Since Finn is ambidextrous, if closely observed, your balance when throwing a hit is better than most people.”
While saying that, Chris kept his hands on my hip bones the entire time. It bugged me, but I held on.
“Leave yourself to me, and relax.”
“No need to say unnecessary stuff.”
“Now, pay attention on how you rotate your left hip.”
“Like this?”
“Pull your shoulders in a bit more. Don’t tuck your chin.”
“So, like this?”
“Don’t let your body get carried away. Plant your feet firmly on the ground.”
“Then how about this—!”
Suddenly, whoosh, a faint sound of my fist cutting through the air could be heard.
“Woah! That sound just now, did you catch that?!?! That’s one hell of a punch!”
“Well, you pretty much got it. However, sports and an actual combat are two different things. If you stick to your own rules you will lose, such is the theory of fighting. Thankfully Finn is already good at making things up on the spot, so why not trust your own eyes and intuition?”
“If you say so..... but first, get your hands off my waist.”
With a grin tugging on his lips, Chris held up both of his hands comically.
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TL notes: Chris “sexual innuendo” Redgrave, everyone. [*] This is not exactly what he says but you get the idea. Also, this is the best pun I can come up with at the moment. Once again I’m not posting this one in the correct order but I feel like this must be done before episode 9! As usual, let’s enjoy High Card together~
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FStS Character Intros
Here are the character intros for From Strangers to Lovers 😁 The story starts off in the middle of May, 2002 and it takes place in Los Angeles mostly but also in Hollywood.
Robaire Dumont
Age - 21 (turning 22 in 2002)
Birthday - July 23rd, 1980
Zodiac sign - Leo
Likes - Gogo, coffee, traveling, books, music, singing,
Dislikes - Phlegm, olives
Gogo Parker
Age - 21 (turning 22 in 2002)
Birthday - July 4th, 1980
Zodiac sign - Cancer
Likes - Robaire, Junto (her dog), Japanese pudding, coffee, rain
Dislikes: Raspberries, cough syrup
Miranda Del Flores
Age - 22
Birthday - March 6th, 1980
Zodiac sign - Pisces
Likes - Natalie, dresses, strawberry lemonade, modeling
Dislikes - Stalkers, kiwi
Natalie Bennett
Age - 22
Birthday - January 11th, 1980
Zodiac sign - Capricorn
Likes - Miranda, cookies, suits, driving, cuddling with Miranda
Dislikes - Homophobes, raisins
Ken Parker
Age - 24
Birthday - January 2nd, 1978
Zodiac sign - Capricorn
Likes - Avani, eer, comedy, takoyaki, dogs
Dislikes - Cats, spiders
Avani Khatri
Age - 22 (turning 23 in 2002)
Birthday - December 10th, 1979
Zodiac sign - Sagittarius
Likes - Ken, shopping, pictures, snowflakes, hearts
Dislikes - Sand, cucumbers
Jesse O'Connell
Age - 25 (turning 26 in 2002)
Birthday - June 22, 1976
Zodiac sign - Cancer
Likes: Veronica, pottery, his family, art, his friends, kid photos
Dislikes: Unrollable sleeves, people who bad mouths his family
Veronica West Cassidy
Age - 26
Birthday - April 21st, 1976
Zodiac - Taurus
Likes - Jesse, her family, caramel, rock music
Dislikes - Flies, mustard
David Davis
Age - 22 (turning 23 in 2002)
Birthday - September 11th, 1980
Zodiac sign - Virgo
Likes - Gogo, cocoa, cars, soccer, bartending, his family, his friends
Dislikes - Bar fights, oranges (because he’s allergic)
Aaron Zhou
Age - 22
Birthday - February 5th, 1980
Zodiac sign - Aquarius
Likes - Sports, dancing, sweatbands, Hip Hop, dumplings, T
Dislikes - Spiny cacti, sharing his feelings
Aaron Martinez Topher
Age - 19 (turning 20 in 2002)
Birthday - November 20th, 1982
Zodiac sign - Sagittarius
Likes - Z, hype, overalls, sweets, hats
Dislikes - Banana peels, scars
Aaliyah Jackson
Age - 21
Birthday - March 2nd, 1981
Zodiac - Pisces
Likes - Perris, spending money, clubbing, heels
Dislikes - Gogo, not getting her way
Davina Dumont
Age - 47
Birthday - March 15th, 1955
Zodiac - Pisces
Likes - Antoine, steak, cooking competitions, wine
Dislikes - Ants, headaches
Antoine Dumont
Age - 46 (turning 47 in 2002)
Birthday - December 1st, 1955
Zodiac - Sagittarius
Likes - Davina, Gardening, veggies, black coffee, vegan hot dogs
Dislikes - Steak, hot sauce
Kyoko Olsen
Age - 24 (turning 25 in 2002)
Birthday - August 3rd, 1977
Zodiac - Leo
Likes - Finneas, kitties, peaches, babies, sweet tea
Dislikes - Fish, smudging her glasses
Finneas Olsen
Age - 25
Birthday - January 28th, 1977
Zodiac - Aquarius
Likes - Kyoko, dogs, button ups, bacon
Dislikes - Mud, thunder
Terena Smith
Age - 36 (turning 37 in 2002)
Birthday - October 30th, 1965
Zodiac sign - Scorpio
Likes - Managing, spa days, burgers, magazines, cooking
Dislikes - Crazy fans, ignorance
Tae-young (Tae Young) Lee Lim
Age - 17 (turning 18 in 2002)
Birthday - October 21st, 1984
Zodiac sign - Libra
Likes - Wildlife, spicy food, painting his nails, stuffed animals
Dislikes - Overcooked noodles, roaches
Runa Furuta
Age - 34 (turning 35 in 2002)
Birthday - August 8th, 1967
Zodiac sign - Leo
Likes - Yuko (her cat), chocolate covered strawberries, flowers, rice
Dislikes - Ranch, grapes
#4town fanfic#4townie#4town#oc#fanfic#original character#robaire#jesse 4town#4town taeyoung#aaron z#aaront#character info#my characters#robaire x oc#aaron z x aaron t
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AU where everything's the same except instead of Lloyd being a kid who got aged up, he's a senile old man who gets aged down
Lloyd still having freakishly strong strength due to them Oni Dragon genes while he was under the tomorrows tea
He’s pretty fit for an arthritic senile senior citizen but still uses a cane for long distances
First episode when he appeared is just the citizens of Jamanakai ignoring his obvious false threats and having the ninja take him back to his care home
Senior Lloyd: Now listen Lunchbox, I want my butterscotch pudding and if I don’t get it in the next minute. I’m gonna send my army of very cuddly peanuts after you.
Vendor: Sir this is a flower stall.
Kai: It’s Mr.Montgomery from the silver alert.
Lloyd calls Zane tin man even before his reveal of being a nindroid
Cole is snack shack
Jay is hopscotch
Kai is hotdog
Nya is young lass
Ok but Garmadon meeting Lloyd while he was stuck as an old man without the two knowing each other’s identity too
[Mr.Montgomery is sitting in the living room watching his metalonian soap operas, his cane is nearby leaning against the armchair. Garmadon enters the room and soon snatches the remote from the old man’s reach and changes the channel to a horror film. Mr.Montgomery angered gets up and grabs his cane jabbing it into Garmadon’s chest.]
Lloyd: What are you doing weirdy? You made me miss Anastasia’s kiss!
Garmadon: Weirdy? Do you even know who I am? I’m Lord Garmadon!
Lloyd: You trying to cracking wise with me? I once went nine whole rounds with Clutch Powers!
[ Wu walks in noticing the commotion and separates the two. He changes the channel back to the metalonian soap operas and leads Mr.Montgomery back to the armchair. Wu then turns to Garmadon and guides him out into the bounty’s hallway closing the tv room’s door.]
Wu: Brother just ignore him he’s senile and relatively harmless.
Garmadon: Who is he? Wu I know we don’t have a third sibling.
Wu: Apparently he’s Misako’s great uncle. Since she’s disappeared and there’s no one on his side of the family willing to take guardianship. And since she hasn’t seen in him or done any actual guardianship duties for him in years. It’s defaulted to me and I’d rather not give him over to the state’s care. His previous living conditions were quite frankly barbaric and that was before the serpentine tribes took him in.
Garmadon: The serpentine tribes? That geezer released the tribes!
[Kai exits his room and notices the two chatting about Mr.Montgomery.]
Kai: Yeah he did release them. Monty’s actually very nice, once you get him chatting about Frizz Donnie.
Garmadon: He almost stabbed me with his cane. He’s a danger to society and I should know being one!
Kai: You broke Monty rule one; Never mess with his Metalonian soap operas! Or the wrath of the FSM will fly down hard on you through him.
Garmadon when he inevitably finds that this old man is the Green Ninja is horrified
Because holy shit this will be an easy victory.
But no it’s not after Lloyd gets cured of his magically induced senility and advanced aging.
Wu and Garmadon have a neutral meet up. Because crap that was our nephew/son.
Garmadon’s son has the mentality of a 30 year old man in a nine year old’s body and he kinda get it
But it’s tricky to relate too an extent even with Wu and his own weird aging situation
Lots of tears and hugs though because family reunion
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#this is so funny????#senile lloyd au#his nicknames for the ninja lmao-#lego ninjago#ninjago#lego ninjago shitpost#ninjago shitpost#lloyd garmadon#ninjago lloyd#lloyd ninjago
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As a Christian in the Southern Hemisphere, what are some Advent or Christmas traditions that are specific to the season where you live? In Northern countries, so many "Christmas" traditions are tied to it being a Wintertime celebration, so I've always wondered what it's like on the other side of the globe!
Oh *rubs hands* where to begin?
I think much of the aesthetics, at least in advertising and decoration aren't that much different; we are just more likely to use plastic rather than real pine for garlands, trees, etc, we put up lights and mangers and nativity plays, fake snow, all that sort of stuff. We eat a lot of high calories food like beef and lamb (sometimes turkey for a lighter option), puddings and panettone and nougat of all kinds, ice cream, hard cider, you get the gist).
But there are some things I think are pretty specific to Christmas in this latitude.
One is that the calendar year, the liturgical year, and the school year come to an end close to each other, which gives it a sense of things accelerating towards an end, and enhances a lot the liturgical readings (at least of the Catholic Church) about God's visit and the end of the world; but because it is summer it is a rather hopeful and light close (?) and the promise of the beginning of something new and better.
There's also the flowers! Jacarandas are in bloom till around the first half of Advent, so it does feel at times like nature is dressing up for the liturgical season:
December is full on the time for gardenias, and the smell of the flowers will follow you anywhere. It is pretty common to see many street vendors pop up:
Close to Christmas and until Epiphany (as we sort of give away gifts on both days) there's extensive street markets for toys and clothing; when I was a little kid I thought that was where the Wise Men shopped for gifts and it made me very excited XD
I think the closeness to summer makes it a bit more relaxed, from what I can tell through what I hear from Christmas-in-Winter people in the webs; people are looking forward to the summer holidays and shopping is a different kind of miserable if you hate the heat, but at least it isn't cold and dark and wet. And I cannot emphasize how much better it is when you are not forced to listen to Maria Carey on repeat XD
Speaking of which, music! We don't much go caroling, but it is common to have choir concerts in December, specially in churches, with both carols and secular Christmas songs (honorable mention to that time a choir sung the theme of Civilization IV. Sometimes living in Uruguay is amusing). The most known carols are either Spanish (campanas de Belén, los peces en el río) or German (Stille Nacht, Adeste Fideles) in origin, although a set of Carols and a Mass composed by Ariel Ramírez, an Argentinian composer, in the 60s, are hugely popular as well: they are known as Misa Criolla and Navidad Nuestra. This for Uruguay specifically; countries like Colombia, Venezuela and Paraguay have some carols of their own that I love to pieces (Tutaina Tuturumá, Niño Lindo, Dos Trocitos de Madera). In general, again, because of summer, most Christmas music in the radio and shops is blended with summer hits. It's been a while since I was out and about a lot in December, but the succession would be something like Feliz Navidad-Lola Si Si-Under the Sun-When Love Takes Over-El Burrito Sabanero and so on and so forth.
That's all I can think of now :D ah, we get fireworks too, although they are becoming controversial as of late because of pets, and some municipalities have banned them, so that seems like it will change soon.
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Fourth of July
summary: A story about Jake's childhood, youth and mother. (Ophelia)
warnings: mention of mental health problems, a little JakexMC
words: 3,5k
November 28, 1998
In a quiet and peaceful town, in a lonely hospital, at less than five o'clock in the morning, when a cold autumn morning was waking up to life, another human was born. He wasn't ordinary, he was someone else from the moment he was born. He was different.
Chestnut hair stuck to the sweaty forehead of the woman, who leaned back tiredly, trying to regain her even breathing.
– Just as we predicted. No complications, completely healthy and strong son!
A slight smile appeared on the tired woman's face.
– My little Jacob.
April 4, 2003
– Look. I found a daisy.
Hearing her son's high-pitched voice, the woman of average height looked up from the book she was reading at the little boy in front of her. His watchful gaze was focused on the tiny white flower in his hand, which he proudly held out to his mother.
This day was one of the first warm days of spring, which was the young woman's favorite season.
They were surrounded by a forest in which beautiful and breathtaking plants bloomed and the warm rays of the sun enveloped them from the sky.
– It's beautiful, Jake. – she replied in a melodious voice. She sat up from the bench and leaned toward her five-year-old son. – Where did you find it?
– On the meadow. – He shrugged and held out the flower more strongly – It's for you. – added.
The incredibly sweet gesture amused and moved the young mother.
– Wouldn't you like to give it to your brother?
The woman chuckled softly as the boy rolled his eyes.
– I already gave him the stone. He threw it at my head.
She laughed again, but seeing his undisguised indignation, she accepted his gift and promised him that she will punish Kaden. The boy brightened up, and a slight smile appeared on his face, creating dimples on his cheeks.
The young mother once again admired the beauty of her son. Jake was a beautiful kid. He was a little bony for his age, even though he ate for two. His now sunlit face was like that of an angel. His thick hair, the color of dark chocolate pudding, cascaded over his forehead. But what caught his attention the most were his eyes. Beautiful, breath-taking, mesmerizing blue irises stood out on his innocent and charming face. Her heart clenched as she looked into her son's eyes, which were an identical reflection of his father's. Nathan Donfort.
She didn't want to remember the man who had completely broken her heart, so she thought back to Jake and began to fix his hair, which had been loosened by the sudden gust of wind.
She glanced at the white flower in her left hand out of the corner of her eye and swore one thing to herself. She promised herself that she would do everything in her power to keep her son exactly as he is now. Pure, innocent and free from any sin. She promised herself that she would make sure that Jake would always be as free, carefree and happy as he was now.
December 22, 2009
Christmas was fast approaching. Therefore, no one was surprised by the noise in the apartment, where a few more people were supposed to gather. In addition to Jake, Kaden and their mother, their grandmother and uncle were coming with their family. The whole apartment was nicely and climatically decorated, and the smell of home-made Christmas dishes was wafting, creating only increasing impatience in young boys.
– Kaden, how many times do I have to tell you that these gingerbread cookies are for Christmas? – she asked in a loud and slightly tired voice from the preparations, but she couldn't help but smile when she saw the boys running around the kitchen dressed in Santa hats. She went back to turning the meat in the pan when she heard a loud thump on their door. Surprised, she walked towards the entrance of the apartment, then opened the door. And it was one of the biggest mistakes of her life. Because she found no one else there but Nathan Donfort himself.
– Hello, Ophelia.
Her whole body stiffened and her heart stopped. She couldn't get a word out. She just stood there, staring at the face of the man she would sell her soul for one day.
– Mom? Who is this man?
She didn't know which of the boys had asked those questions. It didn't matter to her, even though he was the father of only one of them, she didn't want any of her sons to have anything to do with this man. So she left the apartment and quickly slammed the door. They were facing each other now, looking at each other with eyes that were so different and distant from the ones they had shared in the past.
– What do you want, Nathan? – She uttered the coldest, emotionless tone she could muster
– It's Christmas. I wanted to… – he started but got stuck in the middle. He tried a few more times, but each time he stopped as if he didn't know what he was doing here. – I wanted to meet my son.
The woman burst into a sharp, dry laugh. Damn, that asshole had more guts than she ever thought possible.
– All of a sudden? After eleven years, you remember that you have a son? – she asked, not believing in his insolence. – Spare yourself, Nathan. I'm not seventeen anymore, you can't manipulate me like you used to.
– That was never my target.
More dry lies.
– So what is it? You've had an argument with your wife again and you're looking for solace in a one-time whore you'll dump as soon as you find out she's pregnant? – she gasped as her emotions took over her. The inside screamed at her to go back inside and she wouldn't listen to a word of that son of a bitch anymore, but she couldn't. She couldn't take her eyes off the face of the man she once loved most in the world.
– I didn't come here to resolve our conflict. – he growled unpleasantly – I came because I believe that our son deserves a father. He deserves better.
– You mean our conflict is that when I told you I was pregnant, you called me names and left me alone? Right, it's nothing that bad! – she raised her voice, feeling the first burning tears under her eyelids – And he is by no means your son! You lost father's name when you abandoned us eleven years ago. He lived eleven years without you, and believe me, he deserves better than a momentary hope. Because that's who you are, Nathan. You give people momentary attention and hope and then brutally take it away and push people to the bottom.
She was about to return to her apartment after these words, but she looked at him one last time.
– By the way, what's your younger daughter's name? Ah, Lilly, that's right. Maybe you won't screw up with her like you did with Jake.
She slammed the door behind her and slid down it, finally falling to the floor. She would love to go back to the time when everything was fine. When the sun was out and Jake brought her a plucked daisy. She thought that moment would last forever. That they will always be so incredibly happy.
But the sky was not always cloudless. Unfortunately, the sun sometimes went down, and that Christmas day over Jake's house it went down too fast. And never came back.
November 28, 2012
– Happy birthday, sweetheart!
His grandmother's hand fell from his eyes, revealing a brand new, first ever computer he had ever owned. The then fourteen-year-old boy opened his eyes wide in surprise and looked at the older woman doubtfully. Well, he knew they didn't have the money for such expensive equipment.
– But from where? And how?
But his grandmother interrupted him"
– Don't worry so much, Jake. It's your birthday! Come on, grandma made you a delicious cake. Your favourite. – she smiled warmly at him, and the boy felt the warmth spreading inside him
– Is mom joining us? – he asked only hoping for an affirmative answer – I haven't seen her here for so long.
The old woman tensed up, but tried not to let him know that something was wrong. She smiled at him again, pushing him towards the table. She bit her lip and replied.
– Your mother took an extra job, which is why she's been gone so long. But I promise she'll be back soon. – she said truthfully, a little sadly.
Jake had abruptly blacked out because he had just found out that his mom was working a few jobs just to keep him entertained. Only once did he mention how much he likes IT classes, and she decided to sacrifice her well-being and exhaust herself in several jobs. It was then that he felt for the first time that he didn't deserve someone.
He felt it in such moments, when he saw empty packets of various pills, prescriptions from psychiatrists and sleepless, crying nights. For several years, Ophelia was sinking into an increasingly advanced depression, although she did not want to admit it to her sons. And it got worse as she watched the family of her ex-lover, Nathan Donfort, more and more. She saw all the photos his wife posted, which showed a complete family with two beautiful daughters. Smiling, happy and so full of love. Bitterness, sadness and rage seized her and dragged her down.
Jake was mature enough to understand the situation. It was when he turned fourteen and later fifteen that he and his mother began to have heated arguments about his father. The boy wanted to know who his father was, he wanted to meet him. No. He wanted to know why he abandoned them. Ophelia always brushed him off and never gave an answer. The boy didn't want to blame her - he had seen the condition she was in, which was mostly caused by Nathan Donfort. He never blamed her.
But he couldn't help his growing curiosity about his roots and the fact that he got in touch with his older half-sister Hannah thanks to the computer they had given him. When, after a few months of exchanging messages and talking with sister, his mother found out about it, their relation deteriorated even more. And now two people were blaming each other for Nathan's departure. Ophelia about being an insufficient woman, and Jake about being an unwanted child. Because Hannah also told the boy many things about her family, including her father. She portrayed him as a loving and caring father and husband. So what were they better at? What was the fault of a young, then seventeen-year-old girl completely blinded by love for an older man? And what was the fault of the defenseless and unawared boy with black hair and an innocent smile?
Jake felt rejected. Unwanted. Furious that, compared to him, Kaden had a perfectly normal father. Yes, he wasn't with their mom either, but he didn't abandon his son. So many times he wanted to tell Hannah the truth about what kind of man their father really was. However, he never did. He didn't want to be the reason their perfect family broke up.
When he didn't want to hurt his mother any more by soughting contact with the family of the man who broke her heart so he decided to break off contact with Hannah. But it was damn hard, because for unknown reasons, he became very attached to his unawared sister. The situation began to spiral out of control when girl began to show strange emotions towards him. Suggestions. He had no idea how he hadn't noticed it before. He was never good at interpersonal relationships. Hannah crossed the line when she sent him a picture in nothing but a bra. Jake reacted immediately, blaming himself for not finishing it sooner. He cut off contact with her, never returning to the topic in the years that followed.
November 31, 2016
He was awakened by the strong and poisonous smell of smoke. Disoriented and sleepy, he had no idea what was going on. The only sound he heard was the loud snoring of Kaden, who was sleeping on the bed next to him. He listened for a moment, and when another strange noise reached him, he stood up as if scalded. It sounded like... burning. Almost falling over the clothes scattered on the floor, he reached his sleeping brother and shook his body hard, screaming his name. A sleepy Kaden began to accuse him of interrupting his best erotic sleep with Pamela Anderson, but when he heard what was going on, he immediately turned serious and ran to wake up their mother.
Jake knew perfectly well what had caused the house fire. In the last few months he has become more and more interested in hacking and may have messed with some dangerous people. He didn't know what the consequences of his actions would be. He was just a kid who devoted himself to his passion and went down the wrong path for many. A path from which there was no return.
The three were forced to jump and escape through the window due to the flames cutting off their access to the door. Ophelia was slightly intoxicated from the sleeping pills she had taken the night before, making her unable to drive. Jake couldn't waste another moment, his pursuers might be right behind them. After all, they must have been somewhere in the area, after all, they set fire to his house.
– Jake, where are we going? – Kaden asked quietly, scared. Usually he was resolute and exuded ironic jokes, but now he knew how serious the situation was. All he knew was that his older brother was a hacker, and he was damn good at it despite his young age. It wasn't hard to guess that it was easy to get under the skin of the wrong people.
– Somewhere far. We'll stay at a hotel. And tomorrow we'll go to grandma's. – Jake tried to calm his younger brother, even though he knew perfectly well that he would never let his problems endanger another person close to him. He didn't want to admit it, but deep down he knew what he had to do.
He was driving dangerously fast, constantly veering onto country side roads, trying to avoid the traffic. With every mile that passed, he felt worse and worse, more and more guilty.
When they finally arrived at a town that was reasonably safe from being tracked until morning at least, he accommodated the three of them at the first hotel he came across. The receptionist gave a strange look to the black-haired boy who was supporting the barely conscious middle-aged woman, but she didn't ask any questions.
They entered the room they had been given, and Jake led his mother over to the couch. Just as he was about to leave her there, he felt her fists wrap tightly around his sweatshirt, not letting him leave.
– What's going on? – she hoarsed, and the boy looked at her face with a heavy heart. Her pupils were dilated and hands were shaking. Seeing her so lost broke his scarred heart. – What have you gotten yourself into, honey? Can I help you somehow?
Jake clenched his jaw tight to keep from crying.
– No. I can handle it. – he stammered, but his mother's embrace did not ease. Even though his eyesight was beginning to blur from the accumulated tears, he managed a gentle smile. – Don't worry, mom. Everything will be fine.
– Okay. I believe you, Jake. I believe you can fix everything. But promise me something. – he stopped, looking into his eyes, wiping a tear from his cheek.
– What?
– Don't get yourself into trouble any more. – she whispered, her voice breaking. –Whenever you need me, I'll be here. Please, don't ever leave me. I need you, honey.
More tears ran down Jake's cheeks.
– I promise.
But that same night he broke his promise. He broke it when he left the hotel in the morning, leaving his two closest people there. He left a part of himself that he never got back.
4 July 2022
A young woman was awakened in the middle of the night by a strange noise coming from the living room of their temporary apartment. In the dark, she touched the place next to her with her hand, but found only an empty and cold sheet. Burnt, she opened her eyes and got out of bed, listening to the sounds coming from the bedroom door.
Finally she left it and went to the living room, and the view she found there was forever etched in her memory and broke her heart.
She found Jake there, huddled behind the couch, his face red and wet from the tears that shook his body. The girl's heart completely broke when she heard his heartbreaking sobs. His matted hair fell over his forehead. Tears ran down his pale cheeks as he placed a hand over his eyes. The sight hurt. It hurt so much. She had seen Jake lose hope and be broken many times. The boy fell many times, but that night he fell for real.
He fell the moment when he fell to his knees, tears mixing with his every breath. He fell at the point where he had no strength to fight anymore. He fell the moment his last wall fell. One she had no idea about.
Jake rarely wanted to talk about his family. MC even though she was very curious, she respected his decision and never asked. But when she heard one sentence from him, in some strange, incomprehensible way, she knew.
– She is dead. – he whimpered, barely catching his breath – MC, she's dead.
Without thinking, she ran towards him, knocking over a few things in the process. But it didn't matter. Her eyes blurred with her own tears as she knelt beside him. He was still sobbing like a baby when she wrapped her arms around him with all her strength and pulled him to her chest as if she wanted to protect him from all the evil in the world. And he let her. He leaned against her breast, which he was soaking in increasingly hot tears. She squeezed her eyes shut, kissing and stroking his hair.
There were no words that could ease his pain right now.
– Kaden contacted me. – he croaked after a few minutes – Mom suffered from cancer, recently it got worse. And yesterday she left. She's gone forever, I'll never see her again. I will never hear her laugh or see her smile.
She hugged him even tighter, trying to make him even more comfortable.
– Shhh, I'm here. – she whispered, rubbing his back reassuringly – I'm here and I'm not going anywhere.
– I broke my promise to her. I left her. I should have been there for her, especially recently when she was sick. – he said, his voice breaking and a new spasm of tears seized his fragile body. – I'm just like my father.
– Don't even say that. You saved your mother because you loved her more than anything in the world. You had to do it then so as not to endanger her. I'm sure she knew it.
MC knew perfectly well that losing a loved one was one thing, but not being able to say goodbye was another. And much more hard amd painfull.
They didn't know how much time they spent like that, but the black-haired hacker finally began to calm down. She continued to hold him like a precious treasure, kissing his soft hair. With every minute that passed, he began to breathe more and more steadily, until finally the crying stopped completely. They remained silent.
– I'm destroying everything and everyone I care about.
– No. - she interrupted him with determination, and moved away from him slightly – Jake, paradoxically you are the reason why I did not destroy myself. And I'm sure your mom wasn't angry at you. She must have felt that you were protecting her in this way, just as she had protected you throughout your childhood.
His voice was empty. Exactly as he was inside now. Jake stared blankly ahead, his face red from crying for so long. Bloodshot eyes were still a bit glassy.
MC didn't know what to do next. How to fix it. How to make Jake a little lighter. But she knew that she would do anything to bring her beloved back to peace and happiness.
– Take me to her funeral. – he whispered barely audibly, which made her hug him again – I have to .. I have to say goodbye. And apologize.
At that point, it didn't matter the government or the danger they would expose themselves to. She just couldn't and didn't want to say no.
– Of course. – she replied immediately – We will go there together.
Jake gave her a light, barely noticeable smile. He regretted so much that he had lost so many precious moments that they could have shared together. He wished he had introduced MC to his mother, the woman who had completely changed his life. He was sure she would like her. Sometimes she even resembled her. Both were equally stubborn and defended their own opinion. He would turn back time just to tell his mother how much he loves her and how grateful he is for everything she has done for him. But it was too late for that.
Ophelia's spirit, however, saw it all and was finally able to leave in peace, seeing that her son had finally found his love, soulmate, and above all, the person who saved him from falling to the very bottom.
"It was night when you died, my firefly
What could I have said to raise you from the dead?
Oh could I be the sky on the fourth of july?
We're all gonna die"
#duskwood jake#duskwood#duskwood fandom#duskwood jake x mc#everbyte duskwood#jake duskwood#duskwood fanfiction#everbyte studios
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Thua is NOT the villain of “The Eclipse”
Let me start this post off by saying that I do not condone Thua outing his friends’ secret relationship. It’s true that he is my favorite character in the series; and I believe he is one of the most well-written BL characters (especially in a high school BL), period. That being said, his actions in EP11—as well as throughout the series—came from a place of pain and suffering. And when decisions are made based on pain, things rarely end well.
But before we talk about Thua (and he is not the villain that some are making him out to be) let’s talk about Akk. While Ajarn Chadok uses Akk to enforce the authoritarian regime of the school, Akk is the one who decides the means in which he is going to carry out Ajarn Chadok’s orders. Akk decides to torment his classmates. Akk sends the truck into the crowd of protesters. And it’s Akk who drops the flower pot from the 4th floor, mere inches from a student’s head. Akk’s tactics rely on the potential of physical harm to affect those who he sees as a threat to his school, and his title as Student Prefect Club President.
Now compare these things to the methods Thua used: Thua created the Twitter account. He used it, as well as the banner, to scare the protesters. He set a mannequin on fire. While both Akk and Thua’s actions caused psychological trauma (yes, I said trauma) to their targets, only Akk’s methods could have directly resulted in both mental and physical harm.
If we look at Thua’s character, we see in the beginning that he is true neutral: the quiet kid who just keeps his head down, does his work and wants to get out of the hellhole that is Suppalo as fast as possible. It’s not until Ayan calls Thua out for not taking a stand and fighting against injustice that we see Thua begin to shift from true neutral to neutral good (with some chaotic tendencies). Now in EP11 Ayan is actively insisting that Thua silence himself. Why? Because it would reveal that Ayan has been covering for Akk this entire time (which IMHO is just downright hypocritical of AyanAkk.)
Which brings me to the protest—and Thua’s outing of AyanAkk as being in a relationship. As a member of the queer community myself (💗💜💙) I can acknowledge that Thua outing AyanAkk was inappropriate. He robbed them of the decision to be open about their relationship. However, I fully—and I say this with my ENTIRE CHEST—support Thua outing Akk as the one behind the curse. Akk’s actions not only inflicted psychological and potential physical damage to those who were seen as “out of line,” they also encouraged an environment where Thua (and Kan for that matter) was bullied. And as we see in EP5 the bullying Thua endures leads him to feel like he wants to disappear. This could be interpreted as an early warning sign of passive suicidal ideation.
Had it not been for Kan, disguised as man of mystery Bruce Wayne) there is no telling what Thua would’ve done. The grief of losing his father, the emotional and mental abuse he has had to endure from his stepfather, as well as the bullying and blatant social rejection by his peers, resulted in Thua’s depression—yeah, my little pudding pop is depressed as fuck!
That depression soon lead to rage and shame. Thua was [rightfully] enraged by the injustices that allowed others to torment him. That torment kept him in his depressive state, resulting in him being “like a robot.” Ever heard of the expression you cannot heal in the same environment that broke you? Thua’s pain was unleashed when The World Remembers began their protests. Because those protests would lead to a version of Suppalo that would not support Thua’s tormentors.
So for those of you saying that Thua should not have been forgiven, I ask you this: why not?
Akk lied to his friends for years about the curse of Suppalo.
And he knowingly put their physical and mental well being in harm’s way.
Why are we as a fandom quick to forgive Akk, but not Thua? Is it because Akk was being controlled by Chadok? If that’s the case, I have to go back to the argument that Chadok did not tell Akk to run that truck into a crowd of his peers; Chadok did not tell Akk to drop that flower pot on their heads. Chadok simply told Akk to do what must be done to keep the protesters at bay.
Akk’s actions directly contributed to the student body’s mentality of causing harm to those who are “different” including Thua, a boy who is lonely and just wants his pain to end.
TL:DR Thua is not the villain everyone is making him out to be. He is a child who has been directly affected by Akk’s actions as Student Prefect Club President. And he deserves to be forgiven for his actions just as much as Akk deserves to be forgiven for his.
#the eclipse#the eclipse the series#thua is not the villain#because in the eclipse there is no villain#they all do what the have to do#to make the pain stop#to make all the shit go away#what thua did was shitty#but he deserves to be forgiven
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ことわざ 9/?
ことわざ are Japanese proverbs, and I have listed some basic proverbs, their equivalents in English, and a rough translation of the meanings of the Japanese phrase.
There is a test for ことわざ (of course there is) called the ことわざ能力検定 (ことわざのうりょくけんてい) and while mostly younger kids take it, there are some foreigners among the ranks. For the time being, try one or two of these out the next time you speak with a native Japanese speaker!
More ことわざ: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
来年の事を言えば鬼が笑う
らいねんのことをいえばおにがわらう
the future is uncertain
speak of next year and the devil laughs
楽あれば苦あり
らくあればくあり
you take the good with the bad
pleasure and suffering exist in all things
両手に花
りょうてにはな
a lady on each arm
a flower in both hands
良薬は口に苦し
りょうやくはくちににがし
the truth hurts
good medicine is bitter in the mouth (e.g. good advice)
類は友を呼ぶ
るいはともをよぶ
birds of a feather flock together
people of a type naturally call each other friend
ルビコン川を渡る
るびこんがわをわたる
cross the Rubicon
when Caesar crossed the river Rubicon into war, it meant there was no going back
礼に始まり礼に終わる
れいにはじまりれいにおわる
① mind your P's and Q's
② respect your opponent
everything begins and ends with manners
歴史は繰り返す
れきしはくりかえす
history repeats
history repeats
論より証拠
ろんよりしょうこ
the proof is in the pudding
evidence over debate
ローマは一日にして成らず
ろーまはいちにちにしてならず
Rome wasn't built in a day
Rome wasn't completed in one day
#日本語#japanese#japanese language#japanese langblr#langblr#studyblr#ことわざ#japanese proverbs#こと検10級#ら#ら～ろ#tokidokitokyo#tdtstudy
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