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starlight-time-machine · 4 months

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Week in Review

01/14/2024 – 01/20/2024

Sunday

I saw that this new manga called Girl Meets Rock! got added to the Manga Plus app so I checked it out. It’s pretty cute, I like the clean and simple art style and the down to earth writing – I’ve always wanted to see a “protagonist joins band” story that focuses less on success and more on how it kind of sucks and this looks like it could veer in that direction.

Watched the new Undead Unluck episode and it was pretty good, but it was evidently one of the weaker ones. At least Chikara’s Unmove ability gives them the perfect excuse to use still frames, but the pacing was a little all over the place (all the recaps and flashbacks were so road bumpy). The climactic moment was fun, though, and the scene where the group decompress was gorgeous, I loved the starry sky reflecting in the water and the interesting color choices. I also liked the little back and forth between Fuuko and Latla at the end – you can really see how much Latla cares for Rip, and it’s a nice nugget of characterization for these supposed villains.

Monday

I found a list of short free itch.io games, but there was only one that really interested me so I quickly played it to procrastinate on starting the day. It’s called Please Tell Me You Love Me, and the premise of chatting with people as a live service game shuts down really drew me in… I’m no stranger to seeing my beloved anime mobile games get shut down, after all (fly high, KakuPuri). The writing was cute and funny, and you can really feel the sense of urgency as the server counts down to shutdown. I couldn’t really get myself invested in the main relationship, but it was a short and simple little game.

I caught up with Kusuriya while I ate lunch, and the outer court arc is turning out as boring as I’d feared. Don’t get me wrong, there are some fun moments, but the outer court just lacks the political tension and narrative momentum that I was enjoying in the rear court. I liked the monochromatic palette they went for Luolan’s entrance, though. It gave her a lot of gravitas, though I’m not sure how much that’ll pay off considering that she still hasn’t made any major moves as of chapter 60 ish of the manga and volume 3 of the light novel, so she definitely won’t get much other screentime in this season of the anime. If nothing else, I guess it’s just fun to see Maomao be her weird little kitty girl self.

Tuesday

Watched the DNDads edition of Dirty Laundry with my friend because she loves that podcast – I haven’t listened to it so I have no context for who any of the guests are (as usual), but the stories were decently entertaining so it was a fun time.

Wednesday

I rewatched the miniseries Quiz with my friend (who was watching it for the first time) – I’d originally watched it for its premise, but it was only after I fell in love with Succession that I realized Matthew Macfadyen starred in Quiz and I wanted to see it again. Unfortunately the show itself was a bit of a letdown, but Macfadyen’s performance was as good as it could’ve been, given what he had to work with. In general, the show feels like it’s enamoured with itself as it spins poetic monologues about the trappings of memory and the importance of truth, but the conclusion being so “it’s up to you what you believe” just comes off as wishy-washy. Not that they really could or even should’ve drawn a definitive conclusion, as the subjects of the true crime they’re adapting are still alive. (I think I’m going to avoid “based on a true crime” stories of living people altogether in the future…even a crime as benign as this one has me uncomfortable with how the artistic product will negatively impact the subject in our current internet age.) So what we end up with is a long preamble about how the heist may have taken place, a lukewarm defense to how it might all be a coincidence, and then a flaccid ending that adheres to what happened in the court case itself without drawing any thematic conclusions of its own. Some of the writing and directing choices were also odd and self-indulgent – why the long cringey “modern major general” bit that went nowhere? Or the dream musical dance sequence?? (Ironically, that part was my favourite, as it had Macfadyen dancing) As a whole the series was competently put together, but the tone was just too melodramatic to take seriously. The best parts were the dance number and the crumb of toxic yaoi between the studio executive guy and the ringleader guy. 2/10.

Thursday

It’s really fun to eat good food while watching DunMesh, even if this episode was less food-focused and more action-focused. I like that they’re playing around with the character designs and letting things be more fluid, and the directing and action throughout was amazing. All the faces that everyone pulls were great for comedy. I love the even more fluid memory that Laios conjures, it really captured the feeling of warmth and reminiscence. And then I LOVED him casually lording over the living armour and going on and on about his fun animal facts while he’s pulling the limbs off of this humanoid creature…it’s so maniacal and I love that for Laios. He’s such a funny little weirdo.

Friday

The new OP and ED for Undead Unluck are fun!! I like both of the songs, I liked the Tatiana POV shot from the OP, and I like how the ED is summer themed after the first ED was spring themed. I think I prefer the more unique artistic direction of the first OP over this one, but it’s still a fun time. The episode itself was lowkey but still engaging, with lots of interesting colors and blocking to accentuate the moody atmosphere. My favourite scene was Chikara bidding farewell to Ryo – having a character realize that someone they care about is part of something way bigger than them is always rife for drama, and here it’s nice and bittersweet. I’m really excited for next episode, though I fear that the preview gave too much away…ALSO AGOO BUNNY GIRL IS HERE YAYYYYY

Saturday

They’re really trying to go for dramatic storylines on this season of Drag Race, huh? The fact that the immunity potions can be used for anyone already heightens the social game to All Stars levels, plus they’re trying to set up all these rivalries between like Q and Dawn or Morphine and Mhi’ya or Sapphira and Plasma. It’ll definitely be an interesting season, if nothing else. I love Nymphia’s energy a lot…she’s kooky and crazy, but she’s also self-aware about it and uses it to her advantage. I also love ball episodes, so this was a fun one to watch as the girls get together and chat while they create costumes. Also I realized that…Megami’s confessional look reminds me a lot of Sasha Velour LOL the glasses, the baldness, the lopsided black crown, the social justice activism…I just don’t know if Megami necessarily has the same fashion acuity to be able to make it as far as Sasha did.

As for the ball, here are the things I took note of: The feathers on Mhi’ya’s canary look were so high they were half-covering her face… I loved Q’s man in the moon look, it felt the most like something you’d actually see in a classic fairy tale illustration. Nymphia’s little boy blue look was also amazing, I loved the styling and the androgyny. WOWWW how did Sapphira pack that pumpkin costume??? I appreciate Xunami going the extra mile to make the egg itself cuntily dressed, and somehow I didn’t see the reveal coming lol but it’s cute! Really fun idea and executed well. I don’t really get Plasma’s costume…like, the puppet just looks haphazardly tied on, and she’s evidently going for some sort of illusion but I just can’t see it. Aww Nymphia’s Angelina Jolie look was so sweet – not only did it match the original in style, but also in sentimentality. Y’know, if nothing else, I do admire Mirage’s tenacity and creativity in pulling a story together for her look even when she didn’t feel like it was going great. It all comes off pretty convincing on the runway. OH YES NYMPHIAAAAA SHE’S TAKING ITTTTT She rightfully deserved that win. The lip sync wasn’t anything too mindblowing, but I always like when the girls have spontaneous interactions while performing – it really elevates it to almost like a group number. Hershii was being a little mean at the end though, blocking Geneva from sight entirely…but her exit line was pretty clever and fun. The season is finally off and rolling.

As for Fantasy Drag Race…I think I’m going to make one last change to the roster. Dawn and Sapphira are strong competitors, but some of their fashion choices aren’t vibing with me… Nymphia, on the other hand, has really captured my attention. I think I’m going to go all in on her, which should make for an interesting point total if she doesn’t win lol. The only other two times I’ve gone all in on a single girl were Shea for All Stars 5 and Jimbo for All Stars 8, but those were pretty obvious bygone conclusions from the start.

After thinking about it for a while, I think…I’m going to free myself from the dread of reading and watching Frieren LOL It’s really just not for me… I’m so tired of the listless sentimentality and I don’t care about the central romance, the worldbuilding and lore and conflict don’t interest me at all, and it just feels like it’s going nowhere. I’ll watch a Fern/Stark anime compilation and read about their relationship on the wiki when the manga’s done, but that’s about it.

#week in review #2024

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iampikachuhearmeroar · 9 months

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yknow it's funny how people perceive you and how you (or personality tests lmao) perceive yourself/you. like last week at my cadetship grad, the manager of it said in her blurb about me, that I was "naturally shy and quiet, but she came out of her shell, eventually"... some of the people in the group around this time last year found out that if you load me up on wine and shots, that im super loud, kinda obnoxious, and wild... and kept trying to drag me back out on town in sydney.... and to also say "im the sexiest bitch here!!!!" even to their families lmao... someone in the course even called me "charismatic" in feedback, and it stayed with me for the rest of the program.

from years 7-10 (early to mid high school in 2008-2011), I was known for being all edgy, wild "not giving a fuck what people think about you" and "marching to your own drum", weird, loud, funny..... you get the picture.... at the catholic school I was at.

back then, i was NEVER deemed as quiet or "shy" or "introverted" or "keeps to herself" etc etc.... actually, by year 10, when lame buzzfeed and other personality quiz sites started to spit out that I was introverted and gave me other readings that weren't extroverted (eg. I remember doing one about "what aussie animal are you???" and it gave me koala (extremely introverted, shy, and sleepy) instead of kookaburra or cockatoo (which were both extreme examples of extroversion))..... I got SO FUCKING ANGRY that those quizzes were basically calling me a killjoy and boring, bc I was a koala who was the above listed characteristics. like hell, my drama class kept telling me to pursue comedy or do stand up (im not that funny tbh, in hindsight) bc I was just so talkative, loud and such a show off jackass that.... yeah, I might as well be a stand-up comic, throw it at me.

but then, when I moved schools in 2012 to public school, I played the precocious, diligent, modest/placid (except for my group), and timid former catholic school girl they thought I was (but really wasn't- we all know how) so well for my teachers.... that I basically got asked frequently by my bio teacher before I went to tafe every second thursday, "I really can't see how you EVER excelled in drama, when you're so flighty and nervous???? what were your marks like??? you never talk in this class or get up and address the school, like a drama kid would..... what do you mean you were nearly a straight A student in drama??? what on earth??? again, you're so introverted and thoughtful here at *insert the schools name here* that you possibly couldn't excel in that subject????"

like mr garrel, pls consider that I HATE biology and resent this line of questioning very much. also, NEVER say any of that to my drama teacher, I'm sure he'd fight you at this point. moreover, consider that drama isn't in the subject selection for my year. plus, y'all need funding for new drama room equipment, so that's why I'm quiet. and finally, I've learnt that being the loud show-off, weird, "you march to your own drum" girl for the ENTIRE year group for the first 4 years of high school, was much too tiring.... so now I just limit it to my friend group only.

now, back in the present day.... yesterday, I did a chatbot interview for kmart. where after I answered the 5 questions of it, it emailed me the "personality insights" from my answers. one of the insights basically said that, "you have no problem being the centre of attention, and you generally gravitate towards people who have the same energy as you. but have you ever considered piping the fuck down??? bc this may scare people, bc you seem not to let them voice their opinions. learn to sit and listen to others more often and dim your natural Loud Personality™️. "

like, I guess it's "I contain multitudes" and everything else, where you turn on different parts of your personality for different situations. like at work last year, I very much wanted to be left alone to do my fucking assessments.... and eventually, wanted to get out into the field to do home visits (inspections) and shit for my assessments.... but the place I worked at deemed me "too shy" for fieldwork, and just stuck me on back office phones for the entire rest of my cadetship.

but throw me into the cadetship group, and everyone always made me the leader of group projects or activities with powerpoints (when quite a few of them already knew how to use powerpoint, but they didn't want to do it.... so they just passed it onto me and called me the "powerpoint whiz")... and obvs the one night where a few of them got me wasted and met Loud Ilona™️ , that I started this post with.

and I know work is NOT the place to be my super extroverted performer self, so I'll get quiet and mousy in the back... and most esp in the trainee/cadet position I was in.... bc that's how I learn most of the time. by being quiet and thoughtful and methodical (while also being impulsive).... which that place (and also the kmart test picked this up through "you're easily distracted and that ruins productivity. pls consider staying on task and caring about productivity levels") really didn't want me to be.

anyway, yeah. it's something I'll always be wary about, how my personality presents itself to different people.... and also what mood I'm in when I do personality tests or job interviews. also the

#life #about me #shut up ilona #ilona yaps about her life

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druigsfavwitch · 3 years

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My Outer Shell- Young! Sirius Black x Female! Reader

Requested- yes :) by my bestie

warnings- some cuss words (when is there not-), fluff, tiny, tiny bit of angst (you have to like squint, and ben barnes ;)

summary: Sirius has a crush on the quiet girl at hogwarts that everyone seems to have different options about. He manages to talk to her but realizes its difficult to express your feelings to the ones you love

Sirius was very popular at Hogwarts. For starters, he and his friends did manage to get in a lot of trouble. But, he also had the reputation for being attractive. He was known around for being a ladies man. However, he never really had a significant relationship. He had just never found the one that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with or something cheesy of that nature. Basically, he just wants a women he can chase around like James for the rest of his life. That’s exactly what he found in 7th year.

This girl was also the talk of Hogwarts. For a very different reason. She didn’t talk a lot at Hogwarts. She rarely ever gave people glances in the first place. She just had a resting bitch face, as Peter would say. The boys of Hogwarts either hated her for strived for her attention. The girls, however, hated her. Not almost a single one liked her. Except for Lily and Marlene, of course. They had actually met the girl on a few occasions and talked to her. They described her as ‘the sweetest thing to ever grace the earth’. Of course, they were the only ones who knew that. For now :)

Sirius had a few classes with her. One of them was Care of Magical Creatures. He saw how every time there was an animal, her face lit up. It was like she outer shell was cracking and the real her was shining through. He would just smile watching her smile. This was his chance to get to know the real her.

One day, after Care of Magical Creatures, he followed her and watched her go in the library. He approached her and sat down across from her. She looked up, raising an eyebrow, which he found intimidating. “Hello! My name is Sirius. I actually just had last period with you. I saw that you are quite good in that class and i was wondering if you could help me with this quiz? I failed it last time.” He tried to smile kindly but the girl didn't say a word. She sighed, closed her book and got up to walk out. “Wait, I’m serious! I need help!” He called after her. She stopped and thought for a little bit. He sounded like he was being serious. Why doesn’t she just give him a shot and if he’s a douchebag, she can just make the rest of 7th year a living hell. She smirked. “What do you need help on?” She walked back over as he stayed, starstruck. “Um....well, if I’m being honest, everything. I just don’t understand a thing. Except for the dogs and wolves and stuff. I have some insider information on that.” He said smirking. She looked at him, confused. “Sorry, that sounded bad.” She giggled. Sirius could’ve died right there. ‘She is actually having fun. That's what a giggle means. Right?’ He was so caught up in his inner thoughts, he didn't realize she was staring at him. “Hello!? Sirius? You like disappeared for a second there. Thought i had lost you.” He smiled. “You just got me. Promise my mind won’t distract me while i’m learning about....hippogrffs.” She smiled at him and smirked. “I better have all your attention, Black. Whether we are talking about hippogriffs or dragons.” He smiled. “yes ma’am. As long as you promise you won’t quiz me on the dragon breeds. I’m just good looking” They both laughed, happy that they coukd be themselves, without their outershells.

a/n: :) i’m back! i’m gonna be doing more fics cause i be graduated :) yay me! anyways, i missed you guys!!!

#sirius black #young sirius x reader #ben barnes #sirius is so hot #kill me #sirius black x reader #harry potter imagine

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1rintooru · 3 years

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Little Agreements

Pairing: teacher! Sugawara Koshi x gn! reader

Themes: fluff, enemies to lovers

Word Count: 2k one-shot

Warnings: light swearing - that’s all!

Summary: You and Sugawara are rival teachers at a reputable elementary school. Even though you can hardly stand each other, your students have started shipping you together and it’s just awfully annoying! Little do they know, you’ve been keeping a secret from them the entire time.

a/n: teacher suga is good suga... this was so fun to write and purely self-indulgent - i can't get him outta my fat brain🥴 but enjoy anyways..!

You clicked your pen once. Twice. Three times. Perhaps to an outsider it would appear that you were annoyed – impatient even, but you knew it was nothing more than a habit, much like the restless tapping of your foot or improper care kept to personal belongings. You eyed the worn-down mathematics book that was currently being hastily shoved into a backpack, the spine barely keeping the pages glued together.

“Looks like you’re all set to go,” you proclaimed, putting down your pen and eyeing the student in front you. The boy beamed, yanking the zipper of his backpack shut and throwing it over his shoulder.

“Couldn’t have done it without ya, teach!”

You nodded and smiled appreciatively. You were flattered but you couldn’t take all the credit. The boy you were tutoring for a couple weeks now always claimed he didn’t care for school; you still remembered how he once told you that sports were ‘where it’s at’ – whatever that meant. However, the improved grades paired with the purple shadows under his eyes told you an entirely different story. He’d made his way to the door, his hand already grasping the handle before turning around, an impish grin plastered on his face.

“Even though you and Sugawara-sensei are cute together, we’re still gonna beat your butts!”

You bolted out of your seat and glowered at the young boy.

“Don’t you have other classes to tend to?”

He smirked at your chagrin.

“I’ll see ya around!” he shouted, sending you a quick a wave goodbye before finally leaving the room. You plopped back into your seat upon hearing the door close behind the student, rubbing your temple discontentedly.

Ah. Of course.

How could you forget the school speed quiz? It was an annual event that the school implemented three years ago as a means to motivate students and raise class scores. The idea was that a group of children would be chosen to represent their class and be quizzed on a variety of subjects – the questions becoming increasingly difficult as the game progressed. At the time you sneered at the idea and even complained to the school director that it would only waste funds and resources. Now you were glad that he didn’t listen to you, though he could have skipped laughing in your face. With that being said, the event was a double-edged sword. It made you incredibly happy and filled you with pride seeing students find the joy in learning again, but on the other hand it only exacerbated the teasing comments from the students. They adored seeing you two together and you never could quite wrap your head around it. After all, you and Sugawara were rivals.

Your eyes darted down to your wristwatch: fifteen minutes left until next period. Not a whole lot of time, but just enough to shotgun a coffee and have snack in the solace of the staffroom. You hurriedly tidied the mess on your desk, arranging everything to your liking for the next class before finally stepping out into the bustling commotion of the school hallway. Excited chitter-chatter and non-discreet gossip filled halls as you found yourself surrounded by young children. Each face was familiar and you could have assigned a name to every single one. Even the tall one with fluffy gray hair and gentle brown eyes with the recognizable birthmark.

Wait, no – that’s no child; that’s Sugawara.

He walked towards you with a pep in his step and a bright grin, parting the busy hallway like Moses as students stared at him slack-jawed and awestruck. He was the school celebrity, proven by the sheer number of students that called out to him as he passed – and he loved it. You tried to swerve around him, but it was surprisingly difficult to escape through a sea of grade schoolers.

Damn it, just when you were looking forward to that coffee!

“Here, like I promised.”

Sugawara’s voice rang clearly as he firmly pressed a stack of essays into your hands, the weight of the stack momentarily catching you off guard. Your eyes instinctively scanned the first page laying on top. As per usual, your students performed well in academic pursuits but that wasn’t what bothered you.

“Green glitter gel pen?” you teased, lifting an eyebrow questioningly.

His hazel eyes gleamed confidently. “Hey, we agreed that I would help grade assignments that you couldn’t catch up on – you never said I couldn’t use my colored pens!” He mirrored your teasing lilt before continuing. “Besides, from a psychological standpoint the color green is more uplifting and motivational than a harsh red.”

He wasn’t entirely wrong. You both had agreed that you would tutor his students in mathematics and sciences while he would help grade assignments to take some of the workload off your plate. But that didn’t make his claim any more convincing and it only made you roll your eyes disparagingly.

“That pseudo-science is why I’m the one tutoring your students.”

“Geez, point made Y/N!” he scratched his head embarrassedly, the other hand defensively creating a barrier between the two of you.

“Y/L/N,” you quickly corrected him.

Sugawara’s posture visibly deflated at the curtness of your words. As mature and gentle as he was, he had a tendency to have his heart on his sleeve. You felt a little guilty and even considered saying something to mince your words, but the opportunity was stolen from you as a group of young girls skipped past, snickering as they went.

“Oh my god, Y/L/N-sensei and Suga-senpai are flirting again!”

Your secure stance faltered as the unsuspecting comment hit you like a brick, nearly making you drop all your papers. Sugawara’s eyebrow quirked upwards, thoroughly amused by your loss of composure. You hoped that the heat you felt in your face couldn’t be seen from the outside as you gingerly smoothed out the folds of your sweater.

“Suga-senpai?”

Sugawara’s playful grin immediately dropped as he noticed the daggers you glared at him.

“Huh?! A-ah it’s not like I told them to call me that! It – it just kinda happened.”

Seeing him so flustered would normally have made you smile, but you weren’t going to give him any kind of reassurance. Besides, it would have only worked as ammunition for privy students stalking your conversation. So instead, you simply shook your head, an exasperated sigh just barely escaping from your pursed lips.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I have a coffee waiting for me – and you have recess duty, have you already forgotten? So, if you’ll excuse me.”

You gave him a patronizing poke on the shoulder as you moved past him, beelining towards the staffroom.

The two of you were so vastly different in your teaching methods. You took your work seriously and prided yourself in the academic success of your students – your class always scored extraordinarily well. You were stern but incredibly ambitious and dedicated to your craft. Sure, Sugawara was popular with the kids, but playing the role as best friend wasn’t going to help them pass their classes. You failed to understand why most of the schoolchildren were obsessed with you two being an intimate couple; even prior to the school speed quiz event the two of you were rivals. His laissez-faire teaching methods didn’t mesh well with your own – in fact, you resented them. That’s why it was akin to pouring salt into a fresh wound when each year your respective classes tied during the annual event.

You decided to ignore the thought. This year was going to be different.

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Oh, how you loved being the one responsible for cleanup duty.

At least, that’s what you would say if it weren’t that you were the only one responsible for cleanup duty.

As you watched one of your students – a petite girl with long dark hair – collect a pile of dirt into a plastic dustpan, you began to wonder how Sugawara roped you into this. Again. You and him had a lot of agreements, for the sake of professionalism of course, but this was not one of them. The school day seemed to drudge on forever and you were not spared from any incessant comments, even in its final moments. Ironically, one of your pupils turned into somewhat of a teacher as they explained to you what ‘shipping’ and ‘OTP’ meant.

Why on earth would they consider you and Sugawara something like that?

You dismissed the remaining students after carefully examining the room. The floors were cleaned and the whiteboard was spotless, but the wastebasket hadn’t been emptied and the desk arrangement was crooked. It wasn’t exactly up to par with how you usually left the room, but you were no heathen and you noticed just how lethargic everyone was becoming.

You also needed to find a certain someone that deserved to be chewed out.

That certain someone was found in the school’s gymnasium, excitedly talking to the school volleyball team that was retiring for the night. The frustration you felt immediately melted once you saw how animated Sugawara became as you overheard his motivational tangent. His passion was infectious and easily fired up the young boys in yellow and blue jerseys listening to him.

Was this where Sugawara always disappeared off to?

It was a silly question, really. Seeing him zealously offer game strategies with the biggest grin on his face made the answer obvious. You cleared your throat, suddenly feeling awkward as all the children – and Sugawara – turned to face you. The boy you had tutored earlier today, now clad in a yellow jersey spoke first.

“Well teach, did ya know that Sugawara-sensei was a volleyball player in high school too? He was a setter, believe it or not!”

You could only stare dumbfounded as your eyes bounced back and forth between the braggadocious athlete and a proudly grinning Sugawara. The lack of response on your end began to unnerve the gray-haired man as the corners of his mouth began to twitch downwards and his eyes glossed over with doubt.

You shrugged, “I don’t really see it, honestly.”

The both of them gasped in unison. The young teen stared at you dumbstruck – his jaw would’ve hit the floor if it could, while Sugawara staggered backwards as if a spear had punctured him in the chest.

“She’s a tough cookie, Sugawara-sen–” the teen’s underhanded comment earned him a swift kick from his teacher.

“Well, I think it’s time to call it a night. How about we tidy up and retire for the evening?”

And just like that, Sugawara had roped you into another cleaning duty. Thankfully the volleyball team was still so fired up from his speech earlier that the tidying up went by remarkably fast. Eventually you and him stood alone in the building, after finally saying your goodbyes to the remaining kids.

He looked at you and cocked his head to the side, to which you nodded in response. Perhaps it was a simple unspoken agreement or maybe it was just a force of habit to head home together. Regardless, it was hard to imagine it any other way.

The cool autumn air greeted you the moment you stepped out of the gymnasium. Goosebumps pricked your skin as a crisp autumn breeze embraced you, sending a shiver down your spine. The sky had turned into a watercolor of fiery oranges and deep purples as evening drew closer. You glanced over to Sugawara, nestled in the layers of his scarf and his hands hidden in the pockets of his coat.

“Do you have regrets?”

Sugawara paused, brown and orange leaves twirled with the wind just short before his feet, but that wasn’t what stopped him. He was clearly perplexed by your question.

“Regrets?” He scrunched his nose as though the word itself repulsed him. He dug his hands deeper into the depths of his pockets and his features visibly softened as he pulled out a golden ring. It gleamed magnificently as the rays of the setting sun reflected off the band. Seeing him fit the ring snugly onto his finger prompted you to do the same, pulling out the velvet pouch that protected the ring within it. Sugawara smiled as he watched you slip the ring on, fondness etched into his features as he extended his hand towards you. You happily obliged and entangled your fingers in his.

“How could I ever have regrets with the life I have now?”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #sugawara koshi #sugawara koushi #sugawara x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #selfmade

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lamortexiii · 3 years

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Cryptic Mystic: We Are the Mask

The things you like, how you socialize, your reactions - all make up parts of your personality. Deciphering the truth from the lies; we possess the ability to morph who we are. How much/what do we mask, and what purpose does “masking” serve? This month’s blog dives deep into a few topics that all tie together to create one collective theme. As most things in life, these topics are intertwined. You’ll likely take something different from this blog than the next person, but that’s how my blogs are, as you probably well know… Now, without further adieu, let’s jump into this one.

To start, I’d like to take a moment to ask that you visit the website 16personalities.com and take their personality test. I guarantee you’ll gain valuable insight into your personality, and how you compare with others. It may even help you to better understand yourself or others. I always get the result of “Protagonist: ENFJ-A”. This result hasn’t changed in the last 5 years, however, psychologists and layperson test-takers alike will let you know that throughout life the results can change. So, on a scale of 1-100, here are my detailed results:

MIND (Introversion VS extroversion): 89% extroverted

ENERGY (intuitive VS observant): 79% intuitive

NATURE (thinking VS feeling): 53% feeling

TACTICS (judging VS prospecting): 94% judging

IDENTITY (assertive VS turbulent): 56% assertive

Personality is a somewhat stable thing but has the potential to change over time in certain ways. There are some parts of us that I fully believe will never change. I term those the “concrete personality factors.” However, there are plenty of things about our personality that we can change if we try. Strong willpower and mind can aid in changing one's personality traits that are malleable. The not-so-malleable personality traits are much harder to change (if changing them is even possible) and would take a great amount of self-discipline and maybe even some serious professional therapy. My perspective: embrace who you are! If there is something about yourself that you would like to change because it is harmful to yourself or others, then work towards that change. At the end of the day, you are the only person who holds the key to changing who YOU are. The choice is ultimately yours. I tell people, no amount of therapy can change a person unless they truly want to change in the first place. Just like no one else can force you to change. Changing requires work and effort on YOUR part.

So how do masks tie into all of this? People hide who they are behind metaphorical masks all of the time. We see this in several realms, however not all always apply in this context to everyone. We see examples of people “masking” who they really are through makeup, clothing, behaviors, and actions on a daily basis. Some are better at hiding who they are than others, and some of these folks you likely believe that you know who they are, but in reality, you have no idea. That’s one of the interesting things about the internet - you can be whoever you want to be. Whether that is your true self or a figment of who you are, the internet is a place where we see the most “masking.” Deciphering the truth from the lies in this digital world can be challenging.

I’ll tell you a story about an encounter I had early on in the age of technology and computers. Back in the olden days of dial-up internet, we had these things called chat rooms. Haha. Okay, I’ll stop acting like most of you don’t know what the hell dial-up and that whole era of technology looked like because I’m sure that a majority of you experienced it firsthand like me. Anyway, so I was in a chat room talking with random strangers. I really hit it off with this one guy. We liked a lot of the same music and had a similar style. He sent me some pictures and I thought he was attractive. We had good conversations. It was a good friendship so far, so after talking with him for a few months I decided to set up a meeting. I decided to be on the safe side just in case and take a friend with me to meet him for the first time. A friend of mine needed to go visit her boyfriend so she agreed to give me a ride to the location and agreed to leave me there while she ran to her boyfriend’s house only if I was comfortable. If I wanted her to stay she agreed that she would stay with me. We drove the 30 minutes into town and approached the location in her pickup truck. As we came closer to the building I could see a guy standing outside of the building (it was a bar) and he was smoking a cigarette. He was wearing all black, chains hanging off of his pants, and a front-facing black baseball-style cap. I knew that had to be him. We stopped in front of the building and he walked towards the truck on the driver's side where my friend was sitting. Upon reaching the window, he looked absolutely nothing like the picture he had sent me. In fact, he was much older than the picture he had sent me. Yes, you can laugh, your friendly neighborhood witch Kavita was officially catfished before catfishing was a thing. *cue laughter* He had an extremely creepy energy coming off of him (and not the good kind). He asked what we were up to, and I told him we had some errands to run, but that I just wanted to stop by and say hi. He was eyeballing me like a piece of meat. I grew intensely uncomfortable. The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. My friend sensed that this was not the meeting I had intended and explained to him that we had to go, but that it was good meeting him and quickly drove away. She began laughing, looked over at me with a sheepish smile, and said, “what in the fuck was that?!”

Oh, the early days of the internet. It was the wild west. It still is to a certain extent, but back then it was a much different time. My story paints an important picture about how people can easily put on a mask to impress others or to lure in their prey. I’ll never be certain of that man’s intention, but he lied about many things for one reason or another and that’s not cool.

Looking at masks from a literal perspective and their origin, the first masks are from at least 9000 years ago. They were thought to have been used for occult rituals in countries like China and Africa. Some masks were to ward off evil spirits, while others were used for disguise, entertainment, or even for religious worship. The earliest masks were made from tree bark and leather. Some of these masks were in the shape of a human face, however, some were shaped like animal faces. Animal face masks often symbolized the connection between native people and nature. Many tribes and ancient cultures (some of which still exist today) gave utmost importance to nature, animals, and the world around them. As time went on, sometimes animal masks were used in sync with someone’s zodiac as a form of personal representation.

Masks have come a long way since their invention. Today masks can be used for protection (as we know all too well in this day and age), as well as to supply oxygen and other drugs during procedures or in life-threatening situations. We see people wear masks on Halloween (counting the days over here!) as well as for social gatherings, such as a masquerade-themed party or on New Year’s Eve.

So, we’ve talked about metaphorical masks as well as masks in the literal sense. I hope that you were able to take something from this blog. Whether you learned something new that you found interesting or maybe you even learned something about yourself through that personality quiz. Until next month, be easy and stay safe out there my fellow earth wanderers.

<3 - K

Cryptic Mystic Blog by PsychVVitch @psychvvitch

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11x03: The Talking Dead

Okay, so I’m really late with this post. I didn’t get a chance to watch TTD until yesterday. There really wasn’t any TD smoking guns in it, so this will be short, but I thought it was worth pointing out a few things that they emphasized.

When Chris was first introducing the episode, I noticed that he said there was a “shocking twist” of Carol slaughtering the horse for meat. I thought that was an odd choice of words. Why was that shocking? Carol flat out said she wanted to bring the horses back to use them as meat. Maybe people just didn’t think they’d actually show it in the episode, but it’s not like we haven’t seen animals be torn apart by walkers before.

I thought maybe it was just another way to emphasize the death of the horse. And as you know, I think symbolically horses = Beth.

Then later, they did a pre-taped interview with Ross Marquand, and he said he thought it was interesting that they were so willing to “sacrifice” the horse to keep the rest of the community was alive. He thought it was sweet. (Not the horse’s death but how they take care of their people.)

But it made me think of Father Gabriel’s words in 5x16 about how they “sacrificed one of their own.” We don’t know exactly what he’s referring to there, but we’ve always thought he is referencing something to do with Beth and the missing 17 days from S5.

So, this is all just to say that the horse being sacrificed for the good of the living is yet another way that horse = Beth. And they emphasized this in TTD, as though they wanted us to remember it.

There was a lot of emphasis on Buttons the horse, even aside from what I’ve already said. They mentioned him a bunch of times, which is kind of weird for a horse that only lived for one episode 6 seasons ago. So again, it felt like they really wanted us to take notice.

In talking about the mushrooms Rosita found, Chris asked the guests who they would want to see take the mushrooms. Both Ryan and Callan came up with Eugene. That was suspicious to me. What are the chances they both come up with the exact same character, especially as neither of their characters ever had much interaction with Eugene? It felt like a hint of some kind. Like maybe to suggest Eugene and hallucinations? And we already know that his “Stephanie” is a decoy, so….

They kept emphasizing that they hope Alden can make it out of the situation he’s in. The thing is, based on what we saw in this episode, we really have no reason to think he won’t. Yes, I know the cuts looked bad, and he could still get an infection or something, but when Maggie left him, he was looking pretty okay. So, I don’t know if this is meant to be a hint at his death or, because they keep saying things about him making it out or being okay, a hint that he’ll be just fine.

Callan also said that people thought the shot of Agatha getting bitten in the trailer was him, so everyone assumed he was dying in this episode. That’s definitely true. I had a ton of people ask me, just for confirmation, if he was dying. And it was clear that they pretty much thought he was, but were just checking. Over and over I had to assure them that he doesn’t die. At least, not yet. Hopefully not at all. (I like Alden; he needs to sing more. ;D)

They asked if Alden has ever found peace after losing Enid. Callan essential said Alden has probably tried, but no. There’s just too much turmoil in the world.

That felt like a heavy parallel to Daryl losing Beth.

In the quiz, one of the questions they asked was about Duncan’s, “We were lucky” line. So, an emphasis on the Luck Theory, and a line that Beth directly said to Edwards at Grady. 🍀👀

The sneak peek was that same scene we saw in the trailer where Dog is hurt and whimpered. I find it interesting that they chose that one. Sure, it’s because people want to know if Dog is leaving the show or not. But symbolically, in terms of Dog’s current arc and template, I’m pretty sure that represents Beth getting shot at Grady. I know that’s totally not what most of the fandom are taking from it, but me being ME, I just can’t help but side-eye.

And THEN, right after that, Chris says, “You know, I feel like Dog will be okay.”

LOL. Seriously? If Chris is as in-the-dark as he claims to be, how on earth would he know that? Don’t every try to convince me that Chris isn’t in on what’s going to happen, lol.

In the end, the asked Callan to tease something about Alden, but he didn’t say much.

Remember that Alden is a heavy Beth parallel just now. I don’t expect it to happen in the next episode or even 2 or 3, but eventually, once this arc plays out, Maggie will probably return to the church and find him gone/missing. So I really do think Alden will be okay.

It’s very possible that they might do something like they did with Morales where they bring him back only briefly before killing him. (Let’s hope not, but this is The Walking Dead after all.) But I think we’ll see him alive at least one more time. I’d be very surprised if we didn’t. We’ll probably have to wait at least several weeks (let’s hope not several seasons) before we find out, though.

That’s about it for TTD. Like I said, nothing too groundbreaking. Anyone notice anything I missed?

#beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #td theory #td theories #team delusional #team defiance #beth is almost here #bethyl

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Lilytale Matchup Possible Results

Alright, I figure it’s been long enough to give a lot of people the chance to take the Which Lilytale Lady Might Be Your Match? quiz , so for those who have been wanting to be able to read the result descriptions for all the ladies, I’m posting them below the cut :D

Serif

... aka, Lady UT Sans! Congratulations, you've found yourself one laid back skeleton wife here. Underneath her easy-going attitude, though, is a loyal and observant friend and partner that will have your needs in mind as well as your wants. She has a knack for figuring out what you're missing when you're frazzled, and it's like she's got a sixth sense for when you're just about to get hungry, or cold, or etc. Spend some quality time with her, encourage her to open up so she doesn't carry too much of a burden no one even realizes she's taking on, and be her best friend - her soul's already yours.

Vellum

... aka, Lady UT Pap! Dedicated, optimistic, mischievous, and with a friendly streak a mile wide, you'll be hard pressed to *not* have a good time in her company. She loves any sort of clever banter, will literally bridal carry you into the sunset if you let her, and may or may not be an even better prankster than her sister... at least, in the long game, anyways! Cuddle up whenever you've got her on some down time, let her now out loud just how much you appreciate her, and know that with her around, you'll always have someone there to not just pull you out of the mud - but to wade right in with you, and hand-in-hand start navigating out of it together.

Sapphire

... aka, Lady US Sans! Roller Derby queen, motorcycle aficionado, and video game queen, you'll never be short of adventure with Sapphire around. She adores seeing you smile and laugh most of all, and if at all possible, loves to achieve it by roping you into mischievous shenanigans that most likely will end up affecting or involving all your friends. That said, she's surprisingly adept at the quiet moments, too - and around you... well, she feels like maybe, just maybe, she can be *allowed* to slow down, to not try to do so much. She'll make you feel treasured in every way, and loves quality time with you, so just be there for her like she's there for you and you'll have a partner in japes and joy till the end of time.

Amber

... aka, Lady US Pap! I hope you liked baked goods, because she'll make sure you have every best kind she can bake. Amber's down to earth, a great listener, and a damn good storyteller, too. She's got an artistic mind even though she's a bit of a programmer too, and loves to use that skill to take your mind off what might be troubling you in any way that fits... if she's not already making you laugh. Most of all, you'll find yourself reluctant to get out of bed - she's a world-class snuggler, and if you're into it, has other ways to convince you that staying in her nest of pillows and blankets is preferable to going about your day as normal. Be there for her, reciprocate those gentle touches and storytimes, indulge in the little things, and know that you've got a hilarious yet soft-spoken partner with a heart of gold that'll find countless ways to show you the beauty and fun in all kinds of passing moments.

Crimson

... aka, Lady UF Sans! Talk about a lover for the ages. She's brash, passionate, outspoken, and almost always up to some sort of trouble, but trust me when I say it's the kind of trouble you'd like to be roped into. And she'll rope you in alright - any day's a good one when you're with Crimson, whether it's a laidback day where she's hauling you for own good off to take a break and be a lump on the couch with her, or you're watching her work on cars or music (or joining in!), or she's pulling you into the nightlife for some adventure, whether to a bar or some strange, fascinating nighttime monster cultural activity you had no idea existed. Ideally you're just as physically passionate as her - and you'll find her arm looping around your waist to tug you back into bed with a grin in the morning is all the persuasion that's necessary, when you're still recovering from your jelly legs from the night previous. She can struggle with putting her feelings to words, so in those quiet moments where it's right... it's okay to put yours to words, and know that she returns those feelings just as fiercely, and that bit by bit, she'll open up to you. You can see it in her every action, and know that you've never been safer or more taken care of than when you're with her.

Scarlet

... aka, Lady UF Pap! A romantic to the core, she's hard to get to the point of romance with in some ways - you might find yourself hovering on the will-we, won't-we edge for a while - but she's worth the effort and wait. You're absolute royalty to her, and you've got someone at your side who will not only fiercely protect you and speak up for you when you can't, but who will help you grow to new heights - just as you help her. She's been hurt and had to pack away a lot of her heart, but you help her more than you could ever know each and every day. It's like being caught in your own personal whirlwind of (positive) drama, romance, and intrigue as she sweeps you off your feet - and as you interrupt various plans by being adorable or flustering her! She's head over heels, and you'll have countless special moments as she works hard to be the best partner she can... and stars, will she be. Treasure her back, let her know just how much you see her hard work, and spend quality time with this lady - she's yours to the moon and back, and if ever there was a lady Gomez Addams equivalent to woo you until the end of days, it's her.

Pepper

... aka, Lady SF Sans! One of the hardest to get close enough to to date, she's nonetheless one of the most loyal, passionate, and dedicated partners you could ever imagine. You've already all but become part of her family by this point, but once you're together, you'll find you're never missing something for long. Whether it's support to get through an unforeseen circumstance, a literal supply to accomplish something, or a shoulder to lean on or body to tangle with - she's already there. Pepper wants nothing more than to see you secure, cared for... and happy. Your smile strikes her to the core of her soul, and the fact that you spark at her sense of mischief as well as passion - well, you'll never find yourself bored for long, that's for sure. Pay attention to her like she does to you - notice her needs before she pushes herself too far, and encourage her to communicate if you feel she's doing a bit too much... ideally with some suggestions of your own on how you want to help/see her load lightened. Every day will be brighter, warmer, and more secure with her around, supporting you and showing you that to her, you already shine just as brightly as the stars - and if you'll let her, she'll help you see that, too.

Cinnamon

... aka, Lady SF Pap! She's plenty willing to have casual relationships, Friends with Benefits, as it were, but to get this close to her, to be with her - you sure are special. She's had a soft spot for you for a long time, even if she doubted your interest, long term, in a skeleton with problems like her - but stars, if she isn't the funniest, most clever, brilliant softie you've ever met. For all she's willing to break a man for hurting her family or friends, you've seen by now just how soft she is deep down - the fostering of animals, the eye for a person in distress no matter how well they're hiding it... on top of being so well-read it makes your head spin. Even still, she's down to earth, and you'd never guess it - and find yourself inspired to learn more, too, even if just to have more excuse to talk to her. Genuinely, for her, though? She loves you just as you are, quirks and flaws and shiny pretty spots and all. You make her feel like she can let down those barbed walls, like she can relax and just be in the moment with you. She's passionate and touch oriented, but don't let that fool you into thinking she isn't paying attention - every little word and bit of body language has been filed away, and you find yourself feeling lighter just by spending time with her... and the feeling's mutual. Show her you care, spend that time with her, let her know that it's okay to be loved - and you'll find yourself cherished and taken care of whether lazing at home or out on an unexpected adventure for the rest of your days.

Blade

... aka, Lady HT Sans! Some 9 ft tall and hulking, she's a woman of far fewer words than many of her counterparts... but quality over quantity sometimes, right? She's the best listener you've ever known, and has insight you'd never considered... as well as a way of making your worries melt away, whether you're cuddled up on her chest or relaxing at her side in her massive garden. Her head injury makes her wit just a bit slower, but she's still smart, and when her jokes land, you'll be left wheezing. Blade's all about those who are closest to her, her little found family - and you're among them. You've never felt more like a treasure than when Blade's touch skates you; when you find your clothes you were fretting over perfectly tailored the next day; when you never have to worry about a well-balanced or delicious meal again, if she has anything to say about it. She may not be going on wild adventures all the time, but time with her is no less wonderful as the rest of the world melts away and you know that you've got a home right there with her in her arms... and that you are just as fiercely loved, protected by your own giant forest-dwelling skeleton lady who just wants feel your gentle touch letting her know she's loved, too.

Twist

... aka, Lady HT Pap! Eat your heart out, size-difference lovers. Sure, you may not even clear her hip, but that's of no matter to her. Twist's blind, of course, but somehow, you've never felt more *seen* when you're with her. She notices the little things, and always has a read on your mood, your needs - and when words are needed... versus when just quiet, warm company is what's best. Whether you're with her as she gardens or forages in the forest, or taking a bath in the hotsprings not far from her and her sister's cottage, or telling her about your day as you curl up with her in her nest of pillows, you know down to your very soul that someone's attention and care has never been so attentively focused on you. She's not able to bring you to fancy nights out downtown, or on wild trips... but she actively invests herself in your interests, shares her own, and truly feels like a *partner* in life. You're so deeply, desperately, tenderly loved by this giant skeleton woman; if you're willing to call her home, you'll never want for another one again.

Glyph

... aka, Lady G!Sans! She's a tricky lady; and it wouldn't be surprising if you're actually in a polyamorous relationship with at least one of the other girls or another person too. But if you like adventure, yet are a down-to-earth kind of person, if you'd like to see the world, but also treasure the connections you make along the way, if you're bursting with curiosity that can't be stated by just remaining in the status quo... well, Glyph's likely already at your side. You're kindred spirits, through and through, with at least a bit of an artistic streak or appreciation in you. Despite the wanderlust, you're left with the certain knowledge that Glyph truly wants to experience this *with you*. You're hers, not just one part of hers- and she's yours. She loves the glimmer in your eye when you get an idea, the brightness of your smile when you see or experience something new - the soft breath of yours against her collarbone, deep in sleep, cuddled up close in yet another night in a new place, just begging to be explored. You feel secure even in the uncertainty of travel with her there, knowing she's prepared as always - and find yourself learning more, cottoning on to it all far faster than you'd have ever expected - because she's a better teacher than you'd have guessed, making it so you don't even feel like you're being taught something new. There's nothing better than seeing the next day with you at her side - so if you're willing to take her hand, she'll never let go.

Alpha

... aka, Lady Q!Sans! Don't let the digital-versus-physical situation phase you. It may take time, but... with you around, Alpha's had a fire lit under her digital coccyx for a long time, and it's just a matter of time before she's got a full-size robot body to work with - and just a little longer than that before she's got a way you can enter her digital world, too. Above all, Alpha loves your outlook on the world, how you care so much but also know how to see the fun and joy in things, and make it if it's not there. Hearing your voice is one of the best parts of her days - and she's been longing to meet you, hold you in a way that's truly *her*, not just an interface, for so damn long. She's got all kinds of clever ideas, endless banter, and you'll be struggling to find too many days remaining bad for long if you've got Alpha at your side. She isn't going to let a bad situation stand, and she won't just take care of it - over time, she's learned that there are times when you want to, instead, even if it's hard. So instead, she'll be there, helping you sort it out, and helping you arm yourself to tackle it like the best possible partner should. Even when times are hard, she puts in the work - because you're worth it. You've always been worth it - and her work ethic truly shows that. She makes you smile, laugh, and on more than one heartfelt occasion, cry in the best sort of way. Stick with her, give her your time and inspire her with that lovely hope of yours... and you'll truly end up seeing eternity at her side, and never have a dull day in your very, very loved life for it.

#lilytale #lilytale match quiz #about the lilytale match quiz #got a lot of comments/several asks so i figured i'd share them :)#seriously floored and so so happy with the positive response to the quiz ;v;#hope you guys like these~!

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The Slutty Web One Weaves

Title : The Slutty Webs one Weaves

Chapter NO. 7 of 10?

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki’s Asgardian wife learns women write fanfiction about him on a trip to Midgard. She’s edgy for the duration and lets him have it when they get back.

Author: lokilover9

Rating: M

Astrid apologized, agreed to everything and Thor lead them to a location to hide their vehicle.

"Loki will be pleased to know your helping."

"I should have thought to from the start." She regrettably admitted.

Frigga hugged him. "Thank you for agreeing to take her back should this fail." ***** For eight days, their plan worked until her Father paid the palace an unexpected visit.

Odin was in the front courtyard boasting to some Einherjar about beating an Embassador at charades, when their commander, Nedvar, interrupted. "Ignoramus at twelve o'clock, Sire."

The King groaned. "Splendid. It's Rodderick the dipshit."

"Give the word and we'll pitch him over the wall."

"Tempting, but what do I tell my daughter in law?" Odin hated the occasionally unkempt Lord who preferred perfuming to bathing and greeted him from behind a hedge. "Welcome Roddy. I look so forward to your unscheduled visits."

The disdain was mutual with Roddy feeling Astrid could've done better than wed whom he considered a criminal, Prince or not. "Greetings, Heiness. Might you be so kind as to share the knowledge of when your son intends to return?"

Astrid's parents had two daughters, her being the youngest and known to the Royals as her Father's least favorite.

"That depends on whom you miss more. Asgards lovely Duchess, or my son? Her beloved pardoned Prince. I can give either a message."

"Miss? Impossible as Astrid's practically taken up residence again. Should I relay you wish she ceased luring her Mother from bed crying, or send her home to disturb your sleep?"

"I wasn't aware she'd returned from Midgard. Has age required you hearing aids, or were you night prowling in hopes of accessing Ingrid's locked bedchambers again?"

Roddy frowned and crassly replied. "The lovely Duchess returned with Frigga. Is your wife telling lies, Allfather? Mine would never."

Odin cackled. 'Festering dimwit. Ingrid is banging my valet.' "You shall regard Frigga as 'Queen' and with utmost respect."

"My apologies. She is celestial, yet your defensiveness is revealing."

Roddy liked poking subtle jabs at the Royals and assumed Astrid a barrier to consequence. Most were directed at Loki and the King, but he'd worn Odin's patience too thin. "Insult anyone in my family again, including your daughter and face repercussions. Be gone, Rodderick."

"So soon?"

Odin's jaw clenched. "Leave egghead before I crack it on the pavement. Nedvar, escort him to the gate."

"Gladly, Sire."

Roddy followed, hardly perturbed. "One might expect the offering of a beverage after a stuffy carriage ride."

The commander jolted the gate closed. "Try opening a window Lord Heskin. If you're thirsty, there's a pub nearby rumored to host naked wrestling in the basement. Some days it's ladies, others gents. Enjoy."

When Odin entered their chambers bellowing to the Allmother, her lady in waiting sent word through a chain of servants to a handsomely paid Stableman. Familiar with an alternate route to Astrid's parents, he arrived ahead of Roddy and rushed her to the observatory.

Thor received her call and left immediately. 'Shite, brother. Where art thou?' ***** Following two days in Paris, Loki and Brianna cruised Lake Laguno in Switzerlandand. She questioned him about Asgard and her grandparents, yet when asking the circumstances behind his adoption, Loki spun a tale of half truth.

"Jotunheim had a King named Laufey who owned a magical cube that opened bridges to every realm. Long ago, he used it to attack Earth. Grandfather bravely defended your realm, forced his army back to Jotunheim and demanded he relinquish the cube. Laufey refused and continued attacking Asgards army until most of his people died. Grandfather found me alone amidst the rubble and decided to adopt me."

"You didn't tell him who your parents were?"

"I was an infant and the only survivor for miles."

"Where was Laufey?"

"He'd gone into hiding like a scaredy cat."

Instead of finding his comment amusing, anger washed over Brianna. "He abandoned a helpless baby to freeze? Introduce us and I'll use him as target practice."

Loki booped her nose. "I'm honored you wish to avenge me, but Laufey died and still suffers in the afterlife."

"How?"

"King scaredy cat will never have the privilege of meeting you."

Brianna smiled. "Or you. Was Grandfather hurt?"

"He lost an eye, but recovered nicely."

In Amsterdam, they visited the Artis zoo with over 900 species of little animals, an aquarium, planetarium and Zoological Museum. Further confirmation Brianna's his was how quickly she learned enormous amounts information and remembered the smallest details when later initiating a quiz. Since confessing to the burglaries, Loki was curious how she knew the homeowners were abroad and worked it into their conversation.

She replied like it was all in a day's work. "Dory accompanied me to different parks in fancy neighborhoods around Jersey, posing as my babysitter. Between eavesdropping on adults and questioning kids, it's amazing what you can learn inside a sandbox."

"Questions of what nature?"

"Like, 'I'm new to the neighborhood and love my big house. Where do you live?' Or, 'I'm going to visit my aunt Matilda's lavender farm to make soap.'"

"How was that helpful?"

"Most thought it dull and bragged of their families planning grander trips. Once attaining addresses and dates, I'd stake out their houses and proceed from there."

"Ah. With Dory as the lookout?"

"I left her in shelters or nearby motels. She never figured out how I managed, but by the third burglary, stopped worrying whenever I'd sneak away and send her a text." His eyes widened and Brianna rose a palm. "Dory lacked powers and I wouldn't risk her arrested because of me."

Why lecture when she'd acted out of desperation to find him? "You're a good friend, Og Min Lille."

"Thanks. I regret the stealing, but pranking the authorities was fun."

Loki thought it something innocent like tipping off their hats, but discovered her mischievousness paralleled her intelligence.

"I always struck at night and at one house, four police were investigating inside when I turned on the lights, flushed every toilet and set off their sirens. At the third, I poured a large olive oil path onto the kitchen floor, slammed a pantry door and watched two come running. One slid into it and fell, while the other amusingly contorted himself until the first tripped him. They sure swear a lot for the good guys."

"Brianna." He playfully scolded. "Say you did nothing worse."

"I'd be lying."

"Oh?"

"At the last house, the master bedroom had black drapes and life size models of a lion, wolf and a fang baring polar bear on its hind legs. Weird people. After aligning them near the door, I closed it, extinguished the lights and tripped the alarm. The police came, shone a flashlight inside and from the foyer, I made the bear roar."

Loki chuckled. "Did they scream?"

"And shot the bear."

"What?!" He led her someplace quiet. "From now on young lady, all pranks must meet my approval or…" While pondering means of discipline, he blurted what first came to mind. "...All shoulder and piggy back rides are discontinued."

He made both fun, thought Brianna. Bumping into things when her hands covered his eyes, then flipping her over his head for tickles. Or feigning valiant attempts at shaking her off to escape enslavement.

~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~ "Have mercy and release me!" He pleaded, captured during a picnic.

Brianna popped him on the head with her fake sword, a stick with a bushel of leaves at its tip. "Cease your begging, pheasant! I rule this realm, appoint you my new zombie slayer and hunter of all things chocolate. Fail and be fed to puppies!"

Loki set her down and knelt on one knee with a hand to his chest. "A frightful demise your majesty of cuteness. I humbly accept."

"Daddy, I'm supposed to be fierce."

"Eh he he he. Sorry." ~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~

Brianna deliberated his threat and wittingly proclaimed. "Are you not the God of Mischief and I your offspring?"

He arched a brow. 'Don't laugh or she'll never take you seriously.' "I mean it."

Brianna had already pulled some under his nose. A boy who'd aggressively budded before her at a park slide discovered his shoelaces tied together after nose diving into the sand. A woman at a restaurant who harshly berated a server had red wine spilled onto her Gucci bag. Minor sprinklings of karma she happily administered.

"But you're still a prankster."

"Rarely and without endangering anyone." 'Shite. I'll need to keep that fib under wraps.'

Brianna crossed fingers behind her back and feigned defeat. "O-kay. Can I have a snow cone now?" ***** After seeing the Northern lights in Norway, they'd returned to their hotel where she became oddly sombre.

"Has something upset you?" Loki asked.

"During our travels, I've seen many people with children. It's obvious they're loved, but my family..why, Daddy?"

Her pain pierced Loki's heart as she clung to him. "People can do terrible things for incomprehensible reasons, but you're my little girl now and I'm overjoyed you've come into my life."

When her tears ceased, she unexpectedly opened up about the women. Her first memory was of Jillian singing her to sleep at age three. She and Claudia taught her to talk, walk, bathe and dress herself, brought her toys, fictional and educational books. Yet it was Jillian who'd paid her the most attention, their visits consistently monitored by Hannah. A person so controlling and void of sentiment, Brianna wondered how the trio became friends. The woman opposed their closeness and the first time Brianna defended her Mother, she was forbidden upstairs without Hannah present, who ordered Claudia to report otherwise. This became impossible when the two landed full time jobs. With Jillian delegated homemaker, Hannah was forced to trust her. Over the past year, she'd broadened Brianna's computer knowledge, snuck her for walks to a hidden trail entrance off the main road she'd marked with glow in the dark tape, taught her outdoor safety and survival skills and always stressed keeping everything secret, especially Brianna's magic or Hannah would separate them for good.

"Jillian knew of your powers? Why have you never mentioned any of this?"

Brianna frowned. "She bread me to thicken her purse. No amount of secrets and added kindness makes that excusable or her worthy of commeding."

An undeniable fact Loki avoided arguing. His daughter was hurting and preaching Jillian might've experienced a change of heart could impede their relationship.

She halted his conflictual thoughts by bashfully asking. "Do 'you' love me?"

"Very much, Brianna."

"Can I stay with you forever? Please? I'll move to Asgard."

Loki doubted she comprehended the gravity of her words. "Forever doesn't mean a month long visit as we previously discussed. It involves permanently residing on another realm thousands of miles from Earth where the landscape, culture, even people's wardrobe's are entirely unfamiliar."

"I know. Devoid of space travel, would it be any different if I moved to India, Antarctica or say..Bhutan?"

"I suppose not. I'm sorry, Bhutan?"

"It's a small country just south of China. I memorized Earth's geography and most of its cultures in one month."

"Very good." 'Genius supreme. I must catch up.' "Then you're willing?"

She yawned, proudly raising her chin. "Affirmative. I'd like to see those sandbox dwellers top that adventure."

Incredibly relieved, Loki chuckled. "You've ten remaining seconds to gloat, sleepyhead. Ten..nine.….three, two, one."

"Hey, you said those last digits awfully fast."

"It's time for vampire pajamas, your fierce and Royal Highness."

"A story too? Will you conjure The Empty Grave by Jonathan Stroud?"

"The Empty 'what?'" He amusingly queried. "No way, Jose. I've chosen three options of popular children's literature from the internet. The Cat in the Hat, Whinnie the Pooh, a rather peculiar name for a bear and Charlotte's Web."

"Isn't the last tale about a spider?"

"Yes."

"They're creepy. I choose that one."

'Mother would be impressed.' "Hurry then before zombies find us and eat my brains!"

Brianna shouted from the bathroom. "Nobody hurts my Daddy! Huyya! Take that you fiendish barbarians! Uh oh."

Loki rushed in upon hearing glass crack and found her standing on the bathtub ledge. "What did you do?"

"I was pretending to fight them off with my hairbrush when it flew from my hand, struck that picture and landed in the toilet."

He laughed renewing both with magic. "Your toothbrush is safe, yes?"

Loki finally thought her asleep when she reached out for a hug.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I forgot to say I love you too. Goodnight."

His heart swelled twice its size. "Goodnight, Og Min Lille." ***** Next they ventured to London and a budding lover of history, Brianna asked to visit The British Museum. While viewing a dinosaur skeleton from an upper walkway, she pointed into the crowd below.

"Daddy, isn't that Tony?"

He took a gander. "Well, well. Iron Man it be."

"Who's the strange lady he's with?"

"Pepper, darling. She often wears wigs to avoid recognition."

Her eyes brightened. "Please, can we say hello?"

"Inconspicuously. I'll him send a text." Daddy concealed his phone. 'Greetings kinky crossdresser. What brings you to Londinium?'

'Loki???'

'Yes. Act casual, we're hiding.'

'Holy shit! We're on vacation and at the Savoy in the Royal Suite. Can you meet us there ASAP? It's important.'

'We're on the ninth floor. Rendezvous in an hour?'

'Ha! We'll be there with balls on!'

'Come again?'

'🤪 Bells, dammit! Bells!'

'😂 Brianna can't wait.'

Tony hurriedly guided Pepper through the crowd. "Excuse us..pardon us..excuse us."

"Where's the fire?" She whispered.

"Daddy Snowflake's in town. Hustle, Butch." ***** Their door opened and Brianna ran to him. "Uncle Cootyoodles!"

"Little Warrior! Am I happy to see you!"

The couple listened with enthusiasm about everywhere she'd been, then Tony asked to speak with Loki alone.

Virginia led her into their bedroom. "Wait 'till you see all the cool stuff I bought."

"That'll keep her busy." Said Stark. "Pepper's a London shopaholic. So why the vanishing act? Thor called me."

Loki scoffed. "I did tell him not to."

"Don't be angry. Astrid returned and wanted to contact me."

"Why? You knew nothing."

"She didn't believe him. Neither did your Mother and Thor worried they'd show up at the Tower."

"What?! Our Mother came to Midgard in search of me? Shit..shit!"

Stark told him everything and Loki's face was unreadable. "Nope. There's nothing weird about staring like I've grown a nipple on my face."

"Did I mention it's pierced? You're saying 'my' brother, Shakespeare in the park, lied that extensively for me?"

"Yes and sent them back to your Dad to expand on it. What's everyone's problem with an awesome six year old anyway? Is that why you didn't go home?"

"Becoming a parent, you're suddenly bombarded with complex decisions centered around one tiny person you never fathomed loving so deeply, much less an indisputable desire to protect above all else."

Stark smiled. "Look at you. The master of Sheisterism all growed up..whose dodged my question."

Loki sunk into a chair. "Maturity aside, my life is a mess. Asgards people still regard me a traitor, Astrid and I are constantly arguing and it's completely unfair of me to expect she Mother a child she didn't bare and Odin's my grandest worry for classified reasons I've become an insomniac over. I can't subject Brianna to that. Her life has been dreadful enough."

"Not anymore. She has you now. I endured shitloads of public and political outrage over changes to Stark Industries. 'Wealth aside', I thought it my doom. People adjust and opinions fade. Astrid will come around once they meet. Look at the number Little Warrior did on us."

"She 'is' irresistibly charming."

"Whatever gramps issue is, arrange for her a few rounds with the old coot. She'll straighten him out."

Loki smirked, picturing Brianna dancing circles around the Allfather. "My Mother would buy ring side seats."

"See? The bulk of your family is on your side. Let them help."

"As appealing as that sounds, Astrid will expect hours of explanation I haven't the energy to convey. I love her, but she 'is' a drama queen."

"Eligible for an academy award."

Loki's eyes narrowed. "Piss off, flying human."

"Thor's willing to talk without the wifey knowing. I've a burner phone as you tend to appear in the strangest of places."

"Mm. Like when I ran into you in a sleazy massage parlor near Carnegie Hall?"

Loki was still a bachelor then, but Tony wasn't.

"I didn't know they offered sexual favors until the masseuse grabbed my dick. They weren't listed on the brochure."

"Eh he he he. I'll call when I've a chance."

They clammed up when Brianna exited the bedroom. "Can I go Daddy, please?"

Pepper followed. "Sorry. I blabbered the Tea shops chocolatiers add finishing touches to their masterpieces at this hour."

"You may." Said Loki.

Tony slipped Little Warrior fifty euros. "Buy me an eclaire and keep the change. Badass ate mine."

"Yay! Thank you!"

They left and Stark unpacked the phone. "Here's your chance while Brianna's absent. Text him, 'Garage?'" ***** Jane distracted Astrid while Thor sat in the cabin of his truck and the brothers soon cleared a lot between them.

"I'm not upset you deceived me anymore Loki, nor is Mother. Yet I'm worried Father's making her life miserable. Are you fearful he'll scorn Brianna?"

"Not up for discussion and relax, brother. You've been gone a while. Mother's gonads have grown."

"She's taking male hormones?"

"I meant she's less meek? Have you dropped the toaster in your bathwater?"

"That only happened once." Thor defensively replied. "I was late for a waxing of my package and hastening making breakfast. Nor have I recently smoked Jane's medical marijuana. She threatened torture were there not enough to ease her menstrual cramps again."

Loki deadpanned. "Norns you're a tit, fruit of Odin's loins.' "How's Astrid?"

"Coping. Jane said she'd do anything to see you again."

"Coping amidst stewing over my bedding of another 'Midgardian hoe' I've fathered a child with, and the humiliating circumstances involved."

"Believe me, brother, she too is no longer angry and the diaries contents stayed within Stark's walls. It isn't my story to tell."

"Your software needs reprogramming, impersonator. Thor Odinson was never so thoughtful of his sibling."

The blond laughed. "He's turning over a new leaf."

Loki had sought privacy in another room and suddenly heard Brianna desperately calling him. "I have to go. Don't tell Astrid we spoke yet." Upon opening the door, she threw herself at him.

"Daddy!"

"What happened?" He asked Pepper.

"We neared the shops door when she gasped, bolted for the elevator and started frantically pushing the button."

Brianna was trembling. "Darling, why are you frightened?"

"We can't stay here, Daddy! She's down there!"

"Who is?"

"Hannah!" She cried. "I'd know that red headed witch anywhere!"

"Shhhhh." He soothed. "I promised they cannot hurt you, remember? Stay here with..."

Brianna wrapped herself tighter around him. "No Daddy! Don't leave me!"

She was so distraught, he couldn't. "I won't, Min Lille. Shhhhh."

"Virginia's gone." Said Tony.

Loki's head shot up. "Back to the shop?"

"Yeah. Said the witch looked familiar and went on a hunt."

"Fuck! Get her back here!" Brianna jumped from Loki's voice. "Sorry Min Lille. Tony, now!"

"Erm..why?"

"Because they've met! If Pepper confronts her, she'll vanish!"

#Loki #father #others #submission #Submitted fic #chapter 7 #lokilover9 #The Slutty Webs one Weaves

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Chapter Two : The Main House

This is Chapter Two of my Shaman King fic with Asakura Kiyoku. I hope you all enjoy it

Summary:

Kiyoku get's used to her new life at the Main Asakura house as she grows into becoming a powerful Shaman including experiencing her first vision.

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The main Asakura household was huge. Little Kiyoku was speechless as she was enchanted by the house and property in Izumo, Japan. Yohmei looked down at her scoffing at how sad the Branch family really was compared to the main house. “Come on now,” Yohmei told her, encouraging her to enter the house and the property of her new home.

Yohmei introduced her to her cousin, Asakura Yoh. He told her she would assist him in the upcoming Shaman Fights tournament. He told her he would train her to become a proper Shaman unlike her family and in return she would submit her power to the main Asakura family but more specifically to Asakura Yoh himself.

Yohmei showed her to her own room and introduced her to Tamamura Tamao, another helper around the Asakura household. He told her that Tamao wouldn’t be around much as she was training with Yoh’s father Mikihisa. Kiyoku was simply grateful that the main household would allow her to stay here along with training her. Here at the main house she didn’t feel like she didn’t belong. Instead she felt good being there and like she belonged there.

Her days were very repetitive there. She would wake up before everyone else and make breakfast. By the time breakfast was done Yoh and Yohmei were awake and she would serve them then join them to eat. On rare occasions Mikihisa and Tamao would join them all for breakfast. No one would eat until everyone was seated.

After breakfast Yoh and Kiyoku would go outside for training with Yohmei. He would train them together and force them to learn and fight against one another. Yoh would often find himself having more fun than training or would sneak away. Kiyoku on the other hand would train often but her training mostly consisted with controlling her Furyoku.

After morning training Yoh and Kiyoku were in charge of making lunch. They teamed up making sure that lunch was done on time and would be done well. The two of them worked hard together although Yoh would try almost anything to get out of it but Kiyoku constantly reminded him that they would both get in trouble if he didn’t help out. Guilt never sat well with Yoh so he was in a sense, forced to help out. They served lunch and would eat together with Yohmei. Sometimes Tamao would join them.

After lunch Yohmei would attend to his own work. Sometimes he would take Kiyoku with him since she was learning how to use all the elements and get her nature spirits to divine things for her. When he didn’t take her, Yoh and her were allowed to have time off. Yoh would take a nap or catch up on the latest B.O.B. album. Kiyoku would spend her free time connecting with the nature spirits. When dinner time would roll around Kiyoku, Tamao and Yoh were required to prepare. Yohmei wouldn’t eat dinner with the kids. Instead he would excuse himself to his room so that he could prepare for the next day and the kids were responsible for their night care. Eating dinner. Bathing. And getting ready for bed. Yoh often would be found falling asleep with his headphones on some B.O.B. cassette tape was playing. After fighting with Ponchi and Conchi, Tamao would end up falling asleep exhausted. Kiyoku was lulled to sleep with wind spirits and earth spirits whispering the sounds of nature in her ears.

It was like this everyday for two years until Yoh attended proper school. Then Kiyoku’s schedule changed.

Still in the mornings she was required to get up before everyone to prepare breakfast. She was even required to help Yoh prepare his lunch for the day as well. Yoh, being the good person he is, instead would try to help his little cousin out by preparing his own lunch. Kiyoku was thankful for the one less chore. The three of them would then eat breakfast. Sometimes Tamao and Mikihisa joined them. Other times only Tamao would join them. But they always ate breakfast together as a family.

Yohmei would take Yoh to the bus stop and the heir to the Asakura family was off. While Yohmei was out with Yoh, Kiyoku cleaned up breakfast and would prepare things for Yohmei’s work schedule. Yohmei already knew his great niece was capable of great things so he would focus her training on the same type of Shaman Powers of himself. She was to learn how to channel the elements to divine the future much like Yohmei could. But the difference was that Kiyoku should be more gifted at it since the child was already declared a Shaman of Nature by the nature spirits. Yohmei had high hopes for the girl.

By the time Yohmei would return Kiyoku would be waiting at the gate of the main entrance of the property so they could go see Yohmei’s clients. Yohmei would be kind enough to collect his things and carry them. The only job Kiyoku was to do was observe and learn.

After each client Yohmei would quiz and question her on what she learned. He would never try to have her divine as her furyoku was already still unstable. She was unable to control it and couldn’t keep it locked up in her body like a proper Shaman but for now it wasn’t releasing a lot therefore Yohmei wasn’t too concerned.

Yohmei would drop Kiyoku off at home before he would go and pick up Yoh at the bus stop. While home Kiyoku would put away all of Yohmei’s work stuff before she would prepare a snack for Yoh once he returned.

After snack and homework Yoh and Kiyoku would prepare for afternoon training. Yoh would learn to fight against Kiyoku and Kiyoku would learn how to control and use her Furyoku under Yohmei’s supervision.

When the air got cold and night began to fall Yohmei would still have the children prepare their own nightly routines. The children were to bathe, brush their teeth and expected to put themselves to sleep. As always Yohmei would prepare for the next day while the children got ready for bed. He was usually asleep by the time the children were as well.

This continued until the Winter before Yoh turned 11. It was one afternoon when Yoh returned home early to find Yohmei and Kiyoku in the living room. Kiyoku was practicing her divination. Yohmei was quite surprised to see his grandson home early from school. “We’re on winter break,” he had explained to his grandson. Yohmei made some comment but Kiyoku wasn’t paying attention as the spirits were whispering to her. She flipped over one of Yohmei’s cards and looked at him. “The spirits predict that this winter will be an average winter,” she told Yohmei. Yoh used this chance to escape to the day room since he was off school. Yohmei on the other hand glanced down at the table and nodded his head. “Very good,” he told her, reading the same outcome as his great niece. Kiyoku let out a sigh of happiness.

The next day Kiyoku joined Yoh and Tamao in the day room while Yoh was talking about this fiancee he was supposed to me in Aomori with his grandmother. Confused, she walked in and sat between the two while Conchi and Ponchi made some sort of sexual joke about this girl that Kiyoku didn’t understand. But the two perverted spirits were interrupted by a cat spirit named Matamune. “Good afternoon Matamune-san” Kiyoku greeted him. Confusion and Shock crossed Yoh and Tamao’s faces. “You know this cat Kiyoku?” Yoh asked. “Of course. Matamune is a cat spirit that has lived in this house for about 1500 years.” she said. Matamune chuckled. “I can see why the natures are fond of you Kiyoku-dono” she giggled.

“Ah, animal spirits are part of nature that’s why they are drawn to you” Yoh put two and two together. Kiyoku nodded. “T-then why doesn’t Ponchi and Conchi try to go near you?” she hesitantly asked. The other Asakura looked at the pink hair girl. “That’s because the other nature spirits don’t like them either” she commented lying back on the tatami mat. Yoh lightly smacked his right fist on the open palm of his left hand. “That’s it!” He looked at his cousin. “You can divine my meeting with her and tell me how it will go,” he said excitedly. Kiyoku glanced at Yoh’s general direction. “Yohmei-sama wouldn’t want me to predict something like that Yoh-sama” she reminded him of the limitations of her powers. But Yoh was too interested now, “Then how about just for fun?” he asked, giving off that carefree smile of his. Kiyoku thought about it for a second before she said, “Alright. Just for fun. So don’t take my prediction seriously” she commented. Yoh nodded.

Kiyoku left the room to get the practice prediction cards. Tamao and Yoh set up a tea table for Kiyoku to make her prediction on. The shaman was only gone for a few seconds before she returned with the cards. Matamune sat next to Kiyoku at the table. “You can use me to channel your Furyoku,” he told her. She glanced at the cat. “You sure?” she asked. He gave her one solid nod.

Yoh sat across from the table very interested despite the fact that the prediction was not supposed to be serious. Kiyoku channeled Matamune into the cat’s spirit form before she pressed him into the cards and began her prediction. Each card spoke to the girl telling her where it was supposed to be placed. The room began to get a bit chilly as a small draft of wind began to surround the shaman. She placed a few cards in front of Yoh. Other cards were placed on the floor signally that they were not needed or this prediction. Once the table was full of cards faced down and half the deck on the floor, Kiyoku snapped out of her trance. “Alright here we go '' she said reaching for the card closest to Yoh.

Yoh and Tamao both stared at the card intensely. Kiyoku flipped the card. It was a wind card facing upside. “Okay” she said before she reached for the card in the middle of the table. She flipped that over. It was an earth card facing Yoh. “Well that’s good.” she commented and looked up at Yoh. “So far, your fiancee will come into your life in an unexpected way but you two will have a solid relationship” she told him. “That is good” Yoh said. “What else does it say?” Tamao asked, looking at the other face down cards. Kiyoku flipped the card near Tamao. It was the fire card facing upside down. “That’s not good” Yoh said. Kiyoku’s eyes furrowed together as she started flipping the other cards one the table. They were all fire upside. “What does that mean?” Yoh asked her. “I...I don’t know. I’ve never seen this before” she commented looking at the cards. Fire could mean one of two things, death or rebirth. Yoh and Kiyoku exchanged glances. She was about to suggest a prediction when Matamune popped out of the cards sending them flying off the table.

“Ah I’m sorry Matamune-san,” she said, cleaning up the cards. “You still need to practice on your focus Kiyoku-dono. You lost focus and couldn’t keep your oversoul” he pointed out to her. “Right,” she said, looking down as she cleaned up the cards. Matamune looked at Yoh. “I shall accompany you on this journey Yoh-dono. I do not think Yohmei-san would want you to travel so far alone” he assured him. Yoh smiled and nodded his head. Matamune looked at Kiyoku. “This one has the potential to be even more powerful than him.” the cat spirit thought as he stared at the girl. Yoh and Matamune were off the next day to go meet Yoh’s grandmother and his fiancee.

Kiyoku and Tamao were required to stay behind and mind the house while Yohmei used this time to take up extra clients due to the new year. A few days after Yoh and Matamune left Kiyoku was outside meditating under the snowfall when her eyes snapped open and the snow started to surround her. Soon the whole house was covered in a mini blizzard. Several things flashed through Kiyoku’s eyes.

She saw Yoh. A blond girl crying. A large creature she had never seen before. Several snow spirits were screaming and crying. And wind spirits were trying to calm the snow spirits.

Her head started to throb as she grabbed it trying to focus. It was then Yohmei arrived and quickly ran over to the child. “Focus Kiyoku. Focus your Furyoku on one thing” he reminded her. He knew she was having a foretelling prediction. Something shamans of their class would deal with the rest of their lives.

With a deep breath the nine year old closed eyes focusing only on Yoh. “What do you see, child?” Yohmei asked her. “Yoh-sama. He’s with a blond girl. She’s crying” Kiyoku said. “Good, look around you. What else do you see?” he asked her. “Uh Yoh-sama is holding a sword and it looks like he has to fight this big red demon. It’s the size of a temple” she commented. “That’s an Oh-oni. What else do you see?” he asked. “Um...the blond looks sad but she seems fond of Yoh-sama.” Yohmei nodded. “What else?” Yohmei asked. Feeling a little more comfortable, Kiyoku began to focus on the nature spirits. “The snow spirits are upset at the Oni. And the wind spirits are…” Kiyoku began to feel faint. “What are they doing child?” Yohmei asked. “They are trying to comfort the snow spirits,” she said right before she passed out.

The blizzard stopped as soon as the child passed out. Yohmei eased the girl down into the snow. He allowed his own furyoku to materialize the snow spirits so they could lead the child into the house. He would need to make a call to his wife.

Sadly Kiyoku's prediction was something that couldn’t be prevented. By the time Yohmei had called his wife she had informed him that both Yoh, and Anna were out and that Matamune was with them. She had a premonition about this same thing earlier that day. Both of their premonitions were too late for Yoh and his fiancee.

Kiyoku woke up a few days later. Yohmei was sitting next to her futon. He was glad to see her awake. “I almost had to call Keiko to come take care of you. You were burning a fever of over 37C (100F) degrees” he told her. The child sat up and looked down at her blanket. “I'm sorry to cause an inconvenience Yohmei-sama,” she said, frowning. Yohmei placed his hand on her head. “As long as you are feeling better” he told her. She nodded her head. “Rest up. Starting tomorrow I’ll be changing your training. You’re ready to make real predictions now. No more practicing” he said. “Yes sir” determination filled her voice and eyes as she looked up at him. He let out a soft, fond scoff and left his great niece to recover.

Yoh returned home a day later. He told Kiyoku and Tamao about Anna and what happened to Matamune. He also found out what happened to Kiyoku and told his cousin that he was proud of her for becoming a full fledged Shaman now that she had her first real prediction. Despite the loss of Matamune, the Asakura household continued on with daily life.

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buggie-hagen · 3 years

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The space asks - do them all!

oh my goodness. okay, will do:

constellations: personality

ursa major: what are the character traits that define you the most? Both quiet and loud, sad and joyful, hardworking and lazy. paradox defines me.

ursa minor: do you have hobbies or interests that no one knows about? an interest that no one knows about is anime and manga.

draco: what is the thing you like least about yourself? my weight.

lacerta: what is the thing you like most about yourself? my smile.

cepheus: do you vibe more with the term idiot, asshole or dumbass? asshole.

hercules: how are you with people? who is your favourite person? it’s interesting because part of me is social shy, but generally i am warm and friendly with people. my favorite person is two rock people who live in a mountain.

lepus: what is your biggest flaw? my self-hatred.

corvus: what are 5 things you appreciate about yourself? 1. my reading 2. my theology 3. my seelsorger stuff 4. my mild interest in Japanese culture 5. that i don’t think politically like others

orion: what element would you like to be able to bend? fire.

hydra: are you the villain? i’m my own worst villain.

cassiopeia: take a random personality quiz on the internet and give us your result. the more obnoxious the better. no.

centaurus: if you could fist fight one historical figure, which one would it be and how hard would you punch them? no.

gemini: which character (fictional or not) is your spirit animal? Jughead played by Cole Sprouse.

lupus: which one do you identify more with: thoughtful idiot or thoughtless brains? thoughtful idiot. i guess.

scutum: you acquire a death note. what are you going to do with it? my understanding of death note comes from the anime of that name. so, if i found such a notebook, i would burn it so it would not be used to harm people.

Do you side more with the idea of Deontological Ethics or Utilitarianism? I don’t know these very well. I would guess I would have issues with both of them.

stars: interests

aldebaran: what is your most obnoxious interest? David Archuleta.

algol: favourite planet? favourite space object? I like earth because it has water. I like the moon.

61 cygni: favourite time period? probably medieval Europe.

castor: favourite band/artist? Currently, Winter Aid.

pollux: draw the art cover of your favourite album/song. Not right now.

riegel: put your music on shuffle and give us the first five songs.

“Have I Told You” by Matthew Mole

“A Song About Love” by Jake Bugg

“Waiting” by Jake Bugg

“How Soon the Dawn” by Jake Bugg

“Take Yours, I’ll Take Mine” by Matthew Mole

betelgeuse: which video games gives you nostalgia for a place you have never been to? n/a

agena: what is your favourite moment from a game? n/a

deneb: you can turn one book into a movie,tv show or video game. which one are you picking? The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco

atair: why is your favourite book, well, your favourite? do you have a favourite quote from it? Right now I don’t think I have a favorite book.

prokyon: grab the nearest book, to to page 145 and give us the first sentence. i am not around my books at this moment.

acrux: where and when do you like to read the most? I like to read at coffee shops, and ideally the morning, but usually the afternoon.

spica: when do you consider a movie “good”? When it can make me cry.

antares: think of a movie which means a lot to you, now describe the first scene that comes into your mind! That scene from Love, Simon where Simon’s mom says, “You get to exhale now, Simon.” https://youtu.be/1QUzRn7yH6I

proxima centauri: if you would have the chance to travel the world, which places or countries would you like to see? Scotland, Ireland, Norway, New Zealand, Japan, China, Germany, Israel. Kazakhstan. Mongolia.

algol: you have to assassinate someone. which weapon do you choose? i don’t want to answer this questin.

mimosa: what do you associate with your favourite colour? the ocean.

sirius a/b: what’s your favourite sound and smell? favorite sound is trombone. favorite smell is fresh baked bread.

space objects: experiences

quasar: do you feel alone? absolutely alone.

pulsar: when do you feel truly alive? when i’m laughing.

wormhole: what is the shadiest/most illegal thing you have ever done? date a guy who grew mushrooms in his basement. (back in my college days).

black hole: what has hurt you in the past that you don’t want others to go through? my stepfather’s alcoholism.

white dwarf: post a picture or video from your favourite trip! no.

nebula: what is an experience you would rather forget about? growing up.

star cluster: what is something you have gained, something you have lost and something you let go of during the past year? in the past year i have gained some more confidence, i have lost any high anthropology that lingered within me, and i have let go of the idea that someone i love would fall in love with me.

planet: have you ever lost something important, such as your passport, keys or a phone? all. the. time.

moon: “A man is made of memories. It is all we are.“ (Lawrence) what do you think this means? Do you agree? I think it means that who we are is shaped by our past experiences. I agree, with the exception of how faith can shape you and that comes from outside oneself and not from the memories.

comet: you have the chance to undo one thing or decision in your life, would you take it? If you are comfortable sharing: what did you change? I wish I had did my undergrad in geography.

asteroid: have you ever lost a friend? do you wish you would still be friends? yes and yes/no

meteor: have you ever eaten dirt? if yes: on a scale from 0 to 10 would you do it again? no.

rocketry: academia

saturn v: what are you currently studying/what do you wish to study? currently am studying theology. i always am. i wish i could study geology.

delta iv heavy: what is your favourite thing about your degree course? well my last degree I completed as Mastery of Divinity in May 2019. I frickin’ love theology.

heavy falcon: what is a subject you are highly interested in but you would never study yourself? astronomy, just don’t have the time.

sea dragon: if money, admissions and other factors would not be a problem, where and what would you like to study? In the past, I would have liked to study abroad. either in Scotland or Germany.

atlas v: favourite theorem or concept? communicatio idiomatum

soyuz: language(s) you would like to learn? Spanish, Irish, Norwegian, Japanese.

MECO: how do you take notes? Whatever my brain tells me to write down. I’m so good at it now I don’t know how I got here. I think I’m just good at distinguishing between what’s important and what’s not important.

SECO: what are your essentials for studying and note taking? coffee. excitement for the topic.

RCS: how do you stay focused and productive? coffee. when i can lower my anxiety levels i can focus better and be productive. basically, when i am successfully focused and productive i am methodical and categorical.

RP-1: favourite classes or subjects you took or are taking? music, Lutheran confessions, church history, geography, earth science.

gas-generator cycle: what are the topics you like learning about the most? Lutheran theology. Biblical languages (though very painful).

partial-flow staged combustion cycle: what are the topics that interest you the least? Math. Social justice ghouls.

full-flow staged combustion cycle: your biggest student-sin? as in something you feel guilty about? Back when I was in college I took a music class called Aural Skills and NEVER practiced my aural skills. I would do it now.

RS-25: what do you carry in your backpack? books, weekly planner, laptop, pens, headphones, omeprazole.

RD-270: Do you need silence to study? or do you like to listen to music? if so, what is your go-to study-playlist? both. one of my favorites to listen to is the YouTube station “Homework Radio”

Merlin: what does your study-space look like? usually a coffee shop these days. also my office where i have access to my desk and my library. back in seminary, I LOVED studying in the Regenstein Library of the University of Chicago. So many cool places there to study.

Raptor: do you study at home or do you prefer to study at the library/in cafés? library/cafes. i never study and hardly ever read at home.

F-1: this is a free one. ask any question you’d like. what question do you have, dear one?

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A Helping Hand (Yoongi x angel!reader)

Summary: While tending to your earthly duties, a small mishap leads you to cross paths with a pleasant mortal

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: (I pulled an all nighter to write this omg) This is what happens when you look through the “Angel core” and “cottage core” tags on Tumblr for an hour straight! I wrote the reader’s narration as proper as possible to kind of capture how I believe the angelic point of view would be. I hope you all enjoy! Likes are nice but Comments & Reblogs are very much obliged! (Disclaimer: This is completely fictional and not meant to hold religious/biblical value)

A/N pt.2: To make it fun, take this quiz to find out your angelic name and what kind of angel you are!

Song Rec?: I hiiiighley suggest “As the world Turns” first, then “This Time Around” & “Here my Love”. As a matter of fact...any song from Quiet Signs (all by Jessica Pratt)

You enjoyed your journeys on Earth, very much so. From the moment you were a cherub you were appointed an angel of Flora and Vegetation. You absolutely adored plants and could name every species that was ever created. So when you began your duties of seeing to the well being of vegetation on Earth, you were beyond pleased! Out of all of the worlds in which you’d visited, Earth was by far your favorite.

It was the vernal season, the time in which the plants and such were in full bloom so you set out as soon as the dawn peaked on the horizon. You glided across the lands two feet above the ground. You also made your wings indiscernible so to not scare any grazing animals that may witness. you didn’t think to travel by foot only because flight was more convenient for a brisk operation, leaving more leisure time for you to wander in meadows and such. As the day continued, you found yourself flying to your favorite spots once you finished your task to enjoy the various prairies and forests and rivers and streams lined with beautiful foliage, relishing in the beautiful amenities that nature had to offer.

Wanting to make another stop, you landed in a spot not too familiar within your usual wandering grounds. Overlooking the land you gasped in amazement seeing a beautiful garden! Filled with various flowers, plants fruits and vegetables, positioned in an orderly manner with added details such as stone pillars and a large statue that seemed to mimic what you look like, and a small pond with a steady fountain of water cascading into it, it was all so breathtaking! You set yourself on the ground so you could walk by foot as you approached the beautiful setting.

Passing the orchid arch, you were then able to see the full garden in all of it’s aesthetic qualities. Scanning the area you then noticed a cottage. Man made. Built from stone. Although you had seen mortals while flying several feet above them, you’ve never built up the courage to approach one as other angels have expressed how insufferable they can be. Ignoring the subtle lodge you continued to wander about the garden, walking across stepping stones and making a flower crown from peonies. One for yourself and a little one for the angel statue in which you’ve came to quickly favor.

Fixing the crown on the statue, you didn’t notice the sound of growls coming from behind you. Once you turned around, you where met with a four legged mammal of the Canidae family. A Border Collie to be exact. You couldn’t help but feel uneasy as you tried to distance yourself from the mammal only for it to close the space between you,

“Ne attingas.” You uttered out in hopes that it wouldn’t come any closer. To your demise, the mammal began belting out sharp explosive cries that I am sure would alarm whoever dwelled within the cottage.

“Tace!” You quietly chant now feeling lost and in a sense of peril. In attempts to scare the mammal away, you wave your hands at it, assuming it will run off. Instead it began to charge at you. You scream as you run away from the four legged beast through way of the garden circling around the pond twice eventually flying across it to lose the mammal. Once landing you began to run on foot, accidentally colliding with and knocking over the angel statue.

Now on the ground, you weren’t fazed by the fact that you had acquired a wound on your arm and leg, or the beast that hadn’t yet let up on his previous actions, but more so on the fact that you had destroyed the angel statue, as the little flower crown you had made for it rested there among the severed pieces maimed and unraveled. You felt disheartened, completely saddened at the scene before you.

Before the beast was able to charge again, the door of the cottage opened as a figure emerged, approaching the garden while calling to it. The mammal then retreated, running to the figure to lead them to the entrance of the garden near where you were, on the ground still mourning the demise of the poor statue.

“Hello?” The voice calls out to you as you attempt to catch your bearings,

“Are you alright?” The voice asks, slowly approaching you as to not make any vast or sudden movements.

You then look up to the figure as they crouch down to get a better look at you. You gaze upon them in awe as you take in their natural beauty up close. For the first time, you’ve come in contact with a mortal! A Human!

“Are you alright?” They ask again, this time more concerned.

“Es homini!” You exclaim almost too enthusiastically, seeing all that had just taken place.

“I’m sorry I don’t understand,” he says shaking his head while offering an apologetic look. Interesting, you can understand him, but he can’t understand you. Finally taking the time to examine the situation before him he notices the broken angel statue around you and the mangled flower crown, also noticing the corresponding one atop your head as some of the flowers have fallen off. “It looks like you made a mess,” he said letting out a small laugh while examining you for injuries. Sure enough, he spots the cuts on your forearm and shin. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” He says, helping you up and towards a stone bench in the garden facing the pond. He disappeared into the cottage momentarily with the Border Coley following close behind. He returned with a tin as the dog stayed inside. He sat facing you on the bench and placed the tin of first aid materials between you both. Holding out his hand as if to ask for yours, you place your arm out in front of you for him to take and start tending to.

“That’s a pretty nasty cut you got there,” he says while dabbing an alcohol soaked cotton ball on your forearm wound. You gasp at the stinging pain but it quickly subsides as he applies ointment and a bandage.

“My name is Yoongi, by the way. This is my garden.” he says gently letting go of your arm as you focus on his features. Why, this human...Yoongi...is just as beautiful as the garden he created.

“Amo hortis.” you say intrigued by this peaceful soul, “really?” Yoongi answers back, not understanding a single word you’ve just uttered but not wanting to seem rude. He then moves the tin and pats the space motioning for you to place your leg onto the bench so he can take care of it as well.

“I see you liked the angel statue,” he says while following the same procedure for your leg, and you nod in agreement. “I made it. Took me six months.” Oh no, months of intricate labor destroyed by your reckless actions. “Et sentiunt reus.” You say, a stint of sadness quite evident in your voice. He was able to pick up on that from your instant change in body language, “Fortunately I’ve made it before, so I can make it again. No big deal.” He says issuing you a reassuring smile, you smile back at him as he finishes your leg with a bandage and rests it back down comfortably. He looks you over to see your distinct features and rather unique and flowy clothing that he hadn’t noticed before. “I’m sorry I never got your name,” he said looking between you and the chrysanthemums that bloomed behind you, “Meum nomen est Y/N.” you say still enamored by his kindness and captivating features, “Okay. Y/N, where are you from?” he questioned enraptured by your soft yet mysterious presence, “Ego de caelo!” you respond, more than happy that he doesn’t quite understand you. He would probably find you odd. “Hmm, you understand me. I wish I could say the same.” he said, taking a hold of your hand as you both sat together in his garden.

Within that moment of solace, you were truly able to appreciate the world in all of it’s entirety with a mortal in which you favored spending time with even though you’ve only known him for a small amount of time. You’ve sentenced his poor angel statue to ruin and he still showed mercy and kindness towards you, it’s truly beyond you how he could be so welcoming. “Gratias tibi.” you say as a quick acknowledgement to the human. “Gratias......Gratias?........Isn’t that thanks?” he asks. You look at him and nod, not truly sure on what he is trying to make sense of, “Hold on, I know the phrase....I think I know the language too.”, perhaps he is trying to decipher something? “Non intelligitis,”, “Wait here I’ll be right back.”

Yoongi ran to the cottage and later returned with what seemed to be an object to scribe with and another object similar to the composition of a bible, yet slightly thinner and smaller in size. “This, is a Latin-English dictionary.” he explained very invested in getting his point across. He then began flipping through pages as if he was searching for something, eventually using the inscribing tool to mark something onto a page of the book. After a few moments he turns the book to face you, showing what he had just done.

“Et nunc non possumus communicate.” your face immediately lit up and you clapped your hands amazed by what was taking place! Yoongi smiled completely smitten by your adorable actions. You couldn’t help your urges as you felt the sudden need to pull Yoongi into an embrace. He obliged and hugged back just as excited as you were. “I think we can get to know each other after all,” he said catching the flower crown that had finally fallen from your head. “Possumus esse amicos!” you tell him as he picks from flowers and vines around you to reassemble your crown. “Yep!” he answered back, still clueless for the time being.

“Benedictus es domine.” You said as your final word of order before settling in to finish enjoy the presence of his beautiful garden.

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What song are you listening to right now? I’m not listening to anything but the last song I played was Violet by Daniel Caesar; I don’t actually know the song but it was part of a playlist on Spotify. Admit it -- you want a Snuggie. What design/color? I don’t even know what that is, but if it came in pink I’d want one. Do you prefer movies at home or movies at the theatre? Home is cozier and costs much less, haha. How many songs does your iTunes have? Ooh, I haven’t used my iTunes in like half a decade buuuut I think it peaked with around 400-500 songs? Idk, I didn’t explore much as a kid and I liked to stick with my favorite singers/bands. Do you take a shower in the morning or the night before? When I’m off school I like to shower at night - much more comfy that way, and I fall asleep faster. But when I have to leave the house whether to go to school, the mall, to crash at someone’s place, etc. I always bathe a few hours before. Always. I hateeeeee not feeling fresh when I go outside.

What's your academic niche? (History, math, science, etc.) History for sure, but there are some science topics I’m also okay in. Who's your youngest teacher? They’re all already pretty seasoned lol I can’t actually tell. I think it’s Ma’am Cai; welp, at least among my current professors, she’s the one that acts the youngest. Have you ever had the samples people offer you at Costco? I’ve never been in a Costco but I typically don’t get samples from our local groceries because idk, they just look nasty :/ The only samples I get are the free ones they hand over at Starbucks and Coffee Bean, haha. If you had to name your kid after a food, what would his/her name be? I’d take olives and turn it to Olivia, which was always my choice for a girl anyway. But if it really had to be food-inspired I’d go with... Brie for a girl, or Sage for a boy. Miley Cyrus: Inspirational role model or a ho? Get with the times, 2009 survey. This question won’t get away with that word today. Anyway, Miley is a badass. I never changed my mind about her, maybe except for that time she did that performance with Robin Thicke. Are you stressed about anything? Right now no. I’m on a six-week break, I wanna enjoy it without thinking about the stuff that would typically stress me out. When's the last time you had a rock, paper, scissors match? It’s been a few months. What's your favorite anime? I don’t watch anime... the only show I got into was Pokemon. Did you cry when Ash let his Butterfree go with the other Butterfrees? I vaguely remember that but I probably got sad over it when I was younger. Don't you hate it when Facebook auto-corrects your smiley faces and hearts? I don’t mind it. Skinny, flared, ripped, or faded jeans? Ugh I hate all of these. I have a lot of skinny jeans in my closet but they’re always a last resort - my go-to these days is mom jeans. What are you excited for? Meh, nothing in particular. I wanna say my birthday? but who knows what the world is gonna come to be by then. Are you part of the Farmville cult? No I never played. I wasn’t allowed to make a Facebook account at the time when games like that and Petville and Plants vs. Zombies were big. What were you for Halloween? Last year I went as Dora. AND IT WAS SO ANNOYING because the party we were invited to prohibited shorts??? And 1) Dora wore shorts and 2) I searched far and wide for a pair of orange shorts? It was the first time I heard of a dress code that strict for a college party lmao I couldn’t believe it. Thankfully Rita had just bought a pair of orange jeans so she let me borrow those. Have you ever had braces? Back in high school. What year of high school are you in? I am not. What's your favorite flower? Peonies. Would you ever bleach your hair? Probably not. My hair has faced enough damage. Have you ever stood on a frozen solid body of water? No. That sounds scary though. I’ve heard and watched people fall through ice :/ Would you ever take up smoking or drinking? I’m already doing both. Thanks, college and peer pressure! Do those girls with 1,000 friends on Facebook REALLY have that many? I dunno, who knows? It’s always possible. I have a bigger problem with the fact that this question just singled out girls lmao. What holiday is your birthday closest to? Uhh Earth Hour, if it counts? If not, we have Araw ng Kagitingan on April 9 which commemorates the Fall of Bataan during WWII. Are you cyberdyslexic? Is this even a thing? I’ve never heard of this until today. Are you regular dyslexic? No. Is there irregular dyslexia? :((( What would your name be if you were a boy? I don’t know. My parents didn’t think about this either I think. Which person from way back when would you love to hang out with? My great grandpa. Either him or his cousin who wrote a book on history. What color are your eyes? Dark brownnnnnnn ugh this will FOREVER be in surveys won’t it. The forever on-going question: Is Twilight stupid or actually brilliant? It’s so stupid. BUT I LOVE IT ok. Did you carve pumpkins for Halloween this year? No. We don’t do that here. Does your family use a real pine tree or a plastic one for Christmas? I think most households here use artificial trees. I was already a little old when I found out other countries would use real trees. Do you know anyone with a play-on name? (Chris P. Bacon, Justin Case, etc.) Not personally but super recently someone named their kid COVID BRYANT and it was all over social media for a few days. Covid Bryant. Let that shit sink in. Only Filipinos, man. Do you have any foreign exchange students at your school? Yeah, mostly Koreans and Japanese people. If you had a week to live, what would you do? I don’t have much of a choice, do I... I’m gonna be stuck at home and do the stuff I’ve already been doing in the last three weeks, and just hope I had fun.

Are you good at brain teasers? Some, but I don’t enjoy doing them in general. Is your handwriting nice? I can handle a pen pretty well, if I do say so myself. I have a neater penmanship than most people I know. What's your second language? English. Is it uncomfortable for you to take showers in glass stalls w/out curtains? Not really but the door has to be locked. Finish the sentence: Remember, remember... The fifth of November? I dunno why I know about that though. Did you understand Shakespeare? No. I always bought the No Fear Shakespeare editions cos I had absolutely no patience to try and understand the original text. What do you want to be when you're older? Rich. What's your favorite dog breed? Golden retriever or pitbull. Are you one of those people who take like, 50 Facebook quizzes at a time? I’ve never taken a Facebook quiz. What was the last shot you got? It was at the roof of my mouth, back when I had a tooth extraction. Ever gotten cavities? A few times. Can you differentiate between the words "your" and "you're?" Yes. Do you use hair ties as bracelets? Lmao always. Don’t most girls do this? What was the last school project you did that you couldn't wait to turn in? My book report for my business journalism class. After I proofread it like 6 times and triple-checked the word count, I couldn’t waitttt to get rid of it. Have you ever graded papers? Sure. I’ve said it in past surveys, but my org hosts journalism workshops to interested schools, whether they’re in elementary, high school, or college. At the end of the day they have to come up with their own articles, and then we check each of them, correct the mistakes, grade them, and give it back to them with our comments. What was your favorite year of school up to this point? Third year of high school. I don’t really have a favorite year of college... I had lows in each of them. What's the latest you've ever woken up? 11 AM. Can you recite the alphabet backwards? For a time I did cos Angela taught me. Then I just never sang it again so I ended up forgetting. If you could master one language in thirty minutes, what would it be? Korean. Are you a sucker for foreign accents? No. Sometimes I find it hard to understand. Where were you born? Is it the same place you live currently? I was born somewhere in Manila, and I live faaar away from there now. How often do you remember your dreams? What did you last dream about? Only if I note them down on my phone. The last dream I remember having was too lengthy for me to want to type it all down, but it involved me and Gabie being exes, and she had her own kid hahaha. When did you learn the ninja turtles were named after Renaissance artists? Pretty early, I guess. I’ve never seen the show though. Do you do yoga? Nope.

#survey #surveys

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coffeeandcalligraphy · 5 years

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Animal Instinct + Dead Disco | Writing Update

Hey People of Earth!

We’re back with another Moth Work update because ya girl has finished two chapters and is here to spill all the tea! If you missed update one, and two, be sure to check them out before reading this one! I’ve been having a bit of cabin fever with this project lately which has made it difficult to really immerse myself into the project. But we’re almost at the 20k mark of this project which is wILD! I never imagined writing so much of this story (which was initially just a guilty pleasure) and I’m happy with how much I’ve learned about my characters just through this small detour in the series.

The first chapter I’ll be updating on is chapter four, ANIMAL INSTINCT.

This chapter was a giant pain to finish! It had about 5000 revisions mid-draft, and I definitely feel like I had blinkers on when writing it. Because of that, I lost sight of the big picture and really got stuck on the little things, like the writing and overall quality of the project. This was not actually the purpose of Moth Work--it was supposed to be a dumping ground for whatever. However, in this chapter, I became really hyperfocused on all the small details I disliked which made drafting it a month-long process. I’ve now come to a slightly healthier place with quality in this draft, and found a middle ground between trash-dumping and nitpicking.

What’s it about?

Animal Instinct is a major point of tension for Lonan and Harrison as their goals deviate. This chapter focuses heavily on the volatility of their relationship and highlights Lonan’s current irrational mental state. The title stems from this idea of calculated action for the sake of a single person’s benefit.

The writing bit:

I struggled to write this chapter quite a bit. It took me the majority of July to complete because of a major logic problem I kept running into. After struggling for a few days, I finally realized by fleshing out what I’d written initially, I could overwrite the logic problem. The solution took a lot of work/test scenes to figure out, but eventually I got it!

Excerpts:

I shared this excerpt before because it’s one of the only paragraphs I don’t mind in this chapter! I think the flow is a lil funky but I dig the concept! This outlines the last bits of the cabin, specifically Harrison’s final check around the perimeter.

Around the corner, the back patio is static—like Anna and her son never stopped sitting there. Her bowl of avocado and Greek yogurt—the holistic remedy Emily said would make her glow like an angel—sits gummy and pestered with flies. One of Milo’s toys is wedged under the cheap lawn chair. It haunts him, seeing them while not seeing them, but he leaves everything like it is. Anna and her son will always remain on the patio, Anna with her cheekbones splayed for the moon, Milo babbling mildly about his father like he hasn’t made the connection. They’ve gone invisible.

After this first scene, Harrison does some driving in the dark which gives me major book three vibes lol, and eventually pulls into a motel somewhere in Nevada. This route from Oregon to Boston makes no sense but I conveniently needed Lonan to end up in Vegas, so!! do it for Vegas!!

In the motel, Harrison meets Jeremiah, his potential new man lol. Harrison is focused on getting in and out of there as quickly as possible, but he’s like dang mans teeth are the straightest I ever did see (me too tho). Because he gets distracted, he fails to notice his car turn off, and only makes the connection after passing it a few times in the parking lot. He minorly paniques as he looks for Lonan, but eventually finds him around the building.

The scene that follows gets volatile as heck, and really showcases how similar Lonan and Reeve are? Like dang that whole family tho? (Can I join?)

I’m not going to share much of this scene because she gets dramatic, but this is the wildest dialogue I’ve written in a while and I think I’m going to steal it and make Reeve say it because something like this would come out of her mouth:

“Do you feel that, Harrison? I could burn you with a cigarette and call it a wolf bite and nobody would know the difference.”

sounds normal at first then NOPE

The next chapter (chapter 5) is called Dead Disco:

This chapter came together very quickly because I’d had it basically planned out, however, it veered into an emotional direction I wasn’t expecting. This chapter was supposed to be fun and lighthearted, and it ended up being... not that??

What’s it about?

After the tragic drama that occurs in the previous chapter, Harrison wakes up the next morning to notice that Lonan has #left and #taken the car. This is v/ not good, but instead of getting super worked up he chooses to chill out at Jeremiah’s place and chill ft. some disco. I meant for it to be cute but Harrison ends up in a mental place I wasn’t expecting, so the chapter feels a bit “derealized” to me. After both Lonan and Harrison head out on their solo endeavors, they meet back up and this encounter ends *badly*.

Playlist:

July 31st Rachel was feeling very enthusiastic about the playlist for this chapter (I was writing while listening to music) and wrote down a list of songs that describe the progression of this chapter (in order + all Nothing But Thieves because predictable!):

Holding Out For A Hero

Crazy

Afterlife

Hanging

Excuse Me

Forever & Ever More

You Know Me Too Well

I’m Not Made By Design

Amsterdam

Number 13

Itch

Hostage

BUT SHOUTOUT TO: Disco by Surf Curse

Probably the most accurate vibe here lol

Excerpts:

This first excerpt is Harrison angsting hard about missing his friends. I don’t *love* her but I don’t *hate* her! I tried revising it but it... flopped, so here’s the failed revision:

Lonan could say those words and it haunts him, how easily he taints him like a bad omen. There are so many things Emily would tell him to do to cleanse the bad magic, but Harrison recalls none of them properly. He remembers words like moon, and black walnut, and quartz crystal, and cardamom, but can’t think of what to do with any. He wishes he were like Foster, curious enough to carry around a pocket dictionary, or like his mother, clever enough to make something up on a whim. All Harrison can do is bury his face in his palms outside the restaurant and hope no one watches him. The main road bustles by and he wishes to be invisible, like Anna and her son. He wants his friends back. Foster could lull him to consciousness with a quiz on the different kinds of plants, which are edible, which are poisonous. Reeve would split a cigarette with him and scare him back to life with her driving. Emily will never speak to him but at least she’d cast a curse on him, and even that’s better than his nullified state of living. It’s disorienting, to feel asleep while awake. Harrison blinks hard, but everything feels the same—the buildings all shimmering, the people staring barely even people, everything derealized like it’s all been coated in REM.

(tag urself i’m foster’s pocket dictionary)

This next excerpt outlines Harrison getting turnt with his new man and then getting philosophical? drunk Harrison be Aristotle and Madonna smushed together idk

Harrison knows he shouldn’t drink around a stranger but Jeremiah’s got a handmade bracelet and scribbly tattoos on his forearm so it’s hard not to trust him. Photo prints of hostels in Japan, statues in Europe, cathedrals in Paraguay decorate the walls in perfectly cut rectangles. Each is plumed with a dried flower and it reminds Harrison so much of Emily, he has to look away, back to the Lonan-coloured drink. He studies the shot glass like it isn’t transparent, the grooves around the perimeter, the engraving that reads Cancun 1987. He loses Jeremiah’s absent swish around him, and gets lost in the blue. The trifecta amazes him, how a colour as unnatural as this has manifested in Lonan’s eyes, his earring, this drink. He tips the glass back and finishes it in one go, and even though it’s strong and should taste like artificial blueberries, his mouth is tasteless and numb.

“You live here alone?” Harrison asks, raking his fingers through his hair. The apartment overlooks the strip across the street and Harrison gets lost in it, the artificial signs like bad advertising, the neons ill like influenza. When he looks toward Jeremiah again, his glass is refilled and he has to think hard to remember if he emptied it in the first place.

This is where Harrison manages to make disco big sad + some lowkey salt at Lonan which is always! a! win!:

Together, they move in a trance, limber and manic. The glass in Harrison’s hand isn’t a weight—it’s a lifeline. The apartment blurs, and waves in slow motion. Harrison doesn’t hear the music or taste the drink; he feels nothing in the ground, and everything in his tongue. His hair swims in his face like Lonan’s, moving like he did in the water, careless in his forehead, his eyes. The pictures on the wall become the pictures in his bedroom, and the blinking doesn’t get rid of them. In his sidesteps with Jeremiah he sees him, in the glass, across the street, under a streetlamp. Taking his cigarettes, his light, his car, his mouth like a cannibal.

To end this update, here’s some dialogue ft. savagery:

“You’re patronizing me.”

“You’re patronizing yourself.”

A meme to accompany this lol:

So that’s it for this update! At the time of drafting most of this post (which was a few weeks ago), I wasn’t really feeling this project, however, after writing chapter 6 and switching POVs into Lonan’s head (where there’s lots of messy stuff to work with), I’ve been having a lot of fun!

I’m sorry updates have been slow on this blog--I’m in the process of moving so I’m getting busy, however, I hope to post at least one more update before I go off to school! Thanks for reading. :)

--Rachel

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yourmajestythequeenn · 5 years

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Confessions Chapter 5

Pairings: Rose Weasley x Scorpius Malfoy

Warnings: Fluff

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The golden strand of hair hits the muddy colored mixture and the cauldron erupts in bubbles, completing the potion.

"Finally, we’re ready," Al smiles at me. He had been brewing the Polyjuice Potion for at least a month now, in secret.

The Quidditch storage room had become unbearably humid. Dusty equipment dating back to my father’s time at Hogwarts piled up to the ceiling, leaving little room for Al and I to finish brewing the vile potion.

"It’s almost five o’clock, we really should get going." I muse to Al, stretching my cramped legs leg’s. I reach for the brown leather satchel that had been holding the invisibility cloak and Wildfire Whiz-Bangs.

Al holds up a vial of the murky liquid for inspection, deeming it perfect with a nod, he tips it into his open mouth. He swallows hard, his face crunched in satisfaction, I smirk unsympathetically.

"You ready?” Al questions me, still sputtering on the Polyjuice swill.

At once, his face begins to morph into Murphy, a random Slytherin second-year we tackled in the corridor.

It’s quite horrifying up close, the skin all over his body was bubbling, colors change, limbs grow, and features shrink. From where I stood it didn’t look very enjoyable, I’m glad I just had to wear the cloak.

Mischievous green eyes turn an icy blue and Al’s dark hair pulls back into his scalp, morphing into a short military style, the little spikes of hair pale in comparison to his skin. Al’s Quidditch toned muscles shrank into non-existence and best of all he had shrank to just about arm rest height.

I don’t remember a time in my life where Al had been shorter than me, this was going to be entertaining.

“I’m ready if you are, short stuff,” I chuckle at Al’s expense, and he elbows me in the ribs.

I take the cloak from the satchel and slip the silky material of the cloak over my head. The fabric hangs loosely from my body, blending perfectly into my surroundings. I have become the ultimate weapon.

"This is absolutely amazing!" I reach my hand out of hiding and gingerly pinch the fabric between my fingers.

The century old myth of the cloak had turned fairy tale into reality starting with the mischievous Marauders, then helping the terrific trio’s adventures, and now in the hands of James, Albus, and Lily Potter. This cloak had become legendary.

And I Rose Weasley am wearing it…

"Yeah, I know," Albus/Mark grins. "You ready?"

"As I’ll ever be," I gulp, a knot grows in my stomach, and the air becomes even thicker as I inhale deeply in an attempt to calm myself.

"Then let’s head out, their practice should be starting," Al, um…Mark -I’m so not getting used to having my cousin be a tiny, Slytherin midget- says.

My stomach flips around, I had no choice in becoming Al’s partner in crime.

I follow Al/Mark up into the nearest entrance of the pitch, the ancient steps creak under my feet as I tip toe after him.

"Rose," Al/Mark hisses, "Quiet!"

I roll my eyes in Al’s direction, but not wanting someone to find him arguing with a disembodied voice, I keep my mouth shut.

Finally reaching the top of the tower, I plunk down on a bench grasping my cramping side and panting from the long treck up here. My unmanageable curls stick to my head with sweat.

Couldn’t they have made this bloody cloak breathable? I’m sweating to death in here.

I glance around the stand and only one other person is here. An annoyed looking Slytherin with a Muggle contraption they call headphones stuck in her ears.

Al sits beside me his eyes focused on the starting practice, he seems unbothered, even in his tiny body, by the never-ending stair expedition.

Yes, I called it an expedition…because for me, it was.

I’m. Exhausted.

My brain is fried from school today, Professor Lovegood assigned us an essay on Wackaspurts -does anyone even know what that is? And we had to stay up late in Astronony to stargaze last night, on top of a Potions pop quiz. And physically I’m pooped from that horrendous staircase… so yes, I am exhausted.

The practice had started, and Al/Mark seemed enthralled in analyzing the Slytherin players, I on the other hand had started to daydream…

I remember the day perfectly, the smells, the sounds, everything. It was mid-morning and I had taken a walk in the overgrown field behind my house.

My family had moved into that home only months before. It was, in fact, built right alongside the Potter residence. Overall the entire Weasley clan hadn’t moved far from their childhood home. We were sprinkled along the outskirts of a Muggle town. The field was full of skinny deer paths, thickens of bramble bushes, and littered with huge old hickory trees.

At the time I was around six years old and that morning I hadn’t bothered to tell Mum that I was going on my own little adventure. There was no way I was going to risk waking her and Daddy up so early, that would be quite dangerous.

It was still quite dark out, when I had gently closed the back door. I had ran into one of the many paths. I skipped along it, admiring every little cluster of wildflowers and investigating the tiny animal tracks. The grasses were high above my head, huge clumps of seeds on their tops waved a slight hello as I brushed past the skinny trail. The shadows of the early morning lingered as the sky broke from the dark blue of night to the yellow-grey of dawn.

After a while of walking the grasses opened up to reveal a small clearing, with an old twisted hickory tree as its center, little dots of green sprinkled the ends of the branches the sign of a gusty spring turning into a scorching summer. I circled the tree, gazing up at its majestic beauty. A bed of moss covered one side of the trunk. It was almost as if nature had created its own easy chair. I had sat down and leaned my head against the rough bark, closing my eyes in the peaceful bliss of it all. A slight breeze ruffled my unruly hair, the scent of earth perked my senses.

Then, breaking the silence, a twig snapped. My eyes flew open and I was on my feet in moments.

"Who goes there?" I yelled, there was nothing but silence in the wooded shadows

Seconds passed, then minutes. My heart is beating in my throat.

Maybe just a passing animal.

Then not five feet from where I was standing, a good-sized rock hit the ground, causing me once again to start.

"Who are you?" I questioned warily, my voice slightly shaking.

Or what?

At the sound of footsteps, I whirled around… and yet again nothing.

"Where are you?" I whispered.

If only I was older, if only I had a wand, if only someone had come with me, if only…

The sound of dry grasses being pushed aside came from here, there, it seemed like everywhere.

Then silence…

"I’m right here," said a voice whispered in my ear.

I spun, running straight into a wall of nothingness, sending me to into the dirt.

I screamed, fear overwhelmed my senses.

I wasn’t alone…

The sound of laughter interrupted my heavy breathing and tumultuous thoughts.

I looked squint at the other side of the clearing, and there lay Albus Potter. Well, parts of him, lay on the ground. Cackling.

"Albus Severus Potter!" I yelled, pounding my feet into the ground with anger. He was such a git sometimes.

"I’m...Sorry…Rosie…Couldn’t help myself." He couldn’t even contain himself to form a complete sentence.

"Al, what are you wearing?” I pointed to the camouflaging he’s got himself wrapped in.

"This?" He questioned holding up the mysterious invisible thing, I nodded "It’s Dad’s invisibility cloak," he explained still grinning mischievously.

"And what in Merlin’s name are you doing with it?" I demanded, I had ever actually seen the cloak, but I’d heard plenty of fascinating stories about it from Daddy and Uncle Harry.

"I found it in the attic, then saw you run into the field and decided to have some fun." he smirked proud of his terrorizing prank.

"Well you better take it back," I said authoritatively, Uncle Harry wouldn’t like it if he found out Al was messing with one of his prized possessions.

You’re right come on I’ll race you." he grinned, and we took off, one behind the other. The sun just starting to peak over the hills.

Thank you so much for reading my work. I hope your enjoying the characters and the plot.

The following chapters will be posted every Wednesday

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nataliesewell · 6 years

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monster prom pop quiz results

I was bored, so I decided to try and record all the questions and answers in Monster Prom’s Stupidest Pop Quiz Ever(tm). It’s really likely I haven’t found them all, so I’ll come back and add to this from time to time.

The pop quiz consists of three questions; the first two go towards determining your highest stats at the beginning of the game, while the third chooses your possible prom date (this isn’t set in stone; you can still try to pursue a different character in the actual game). The order of the questions is randomized.