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sannyo-appreciation-posts · 3 months

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What Exactly Is Sannyo Smoking?

Well of course it sucks Mamizou, don't you remember what she said it's made of?

Now, an herb you can smoke that can grow on a mountain. The first, most obvious, initial guess would be marijuana. It's a weed after all, it can grow basically anywhere. Plus, let us be honest, it would be a little funny.

marijuana can definitely grow on mountains, it even grows on mountains in Central Asia

Plus, it is apparently spreading over northern Japan right now as a weed. They used to grow it for hemp material, not to smoke, it would probably not do much, but that wouldn't stop Sannyo if she wanted to give it a shot.

(Except I'm deliberately teasing)

There is a very, very obvious reason why it's not marijuana.

Marijuana has no nicotine, even though you can smoke it, it's not by any stretch of the imagination "tobacco"

Even if we imagine a world where this is the only thing Sannyo ever smoked, Mamizou smoked it with her and just said it was bad tobacco, not to mention Mamizou has recently been to the outside world and would probably know weed in seconds. (Which, although hypothetical, would have made for a hilarious Mamizou thought bubble)

We are looking for "tobacco" after all, we need nicotine, not just anything you can smoke, but it's a weed and a popular joke, so I obviously had to tease.

I could go through every variant of wild Nicotiana, tobacco was even imported to Japan by Portuguese sailors in 1542, and it's cultivation was legalized in 1625. The Hakurei barrier was formed in 1885, that's actually plenty of time for actual wild tobacco to spread.

But it might not work either.

While we might find some enthusiastic and previously cultivated tobacco growing as a weed that spread up to the mountains, it's not going to be unique enough. It'll be growing all over the place by the time it gets up a mountain. And the village would be smoking that exact same thing.

But most importantly, it's no fun.

Truth be told, there is a genus of Nicotiana that would work well in mountains, furthermore, Portugal actually had some at the time as an import from the Americas. But thats no fun, so I'll just return to this later when I inevitably run out of exotic options.

After all, if its tobacco made from "herbs" it would boarder on cheating to just use nicotiana, regardless of the form it ends up in.

Thankfully, there are other herbs and weeds beyond nicotiana that actually have nicotine, it really would be worthwhile check one of those.

And I've got a fun one. A whole family in fact.

Just above the Genus: "Nicotiana" is the Tribe: "Nicotianeae" and above that we find the family Solanaceae.

The Solanaceae, also known as the potato or deadly nightshade family

Nicotine is a naturally produced alkaloid in the nightshade family of plants

It contains everything from eggplants and other vegetables to the infamous Deadly Nightshade. (Atropa belladonna)

And of course, like I said, further down the family, it even has nicotiana itself. All of them contain nicotine to some greater or lesser extent. (Yes, hilariously even eggplants, a little bit)

Solanaceae consists of about 98 genera and some 2,700 species. They grow naturally in more parts of the world than wild Nicotiana.

But we are just going to be looking through the nightshade variations, maybe some fruit, but no potatoes today. And these are coveniently famous for their narcotic effects.

And some varieties, such as the Datura stramonium (occasionally called the Devil's Trumpet) had its leaves smoked in pipes and cigarettes, so much they were traded by the East India Company in the 18th century. And since it was popular for traditional medicine, some people might have even planted it.

But that type is not native to Japan, so it's got the same problem as the nicotiana. Not to mention, even though its an invasive weed, and can survive a little below the freezing point, in its current state, it probably doesn't like mountains. It probably wouldn't last a full winter on one.

This might be definite enough to just say it can be some hypothetical, wild, non specific variation of nightshade with the right combination of alkaloids and nicotine and presumably, relatively non deadly in the form Sannyo uses it.

Or maybe it is just better adapted to mountains form of imported of the Datura stramonium I just mentioned. I doubt even if it spread like a weed, that anyone but Sannyo would bother to figure out you can smoke that type of plant as tobacco.

But we are mostly just having fun at this point.

I doubt we could possibly think Zun cared up to this point, and definitely not beyond this point, we are just doing a fun overanalysis after all. Zun almost always seems to go for extinct species anyway, so it wouldn't be fun to follow that train of thought regardless..

[But if we just want a probable canonical answer Zun thought up. He might have just meant some non specific extinct variation of nightshade, since if there is at least one native version then that's enough to claim there could have once been others,

Besides, it's even possible zun just imagined she could possibly even mix her favorite flowers somehow, which while she probably could not, it would definitely be cute. ]

But we are going to take this further anyway to see if we can find something real and possible that currently exists today.

The simplest thing to think of native to Japan is just Japanese belladonna (Zun's proof of concept for an imaginary extinct nightshade if he really wanted a hypothetical one)

Scopolia japonica, also called Japanese belladonna. It's about as dangerous as the name implies. If eaten by mistake it can cause hallucinations. And while it no doubt contains at least some nicotine, it also contains the alkaloids Scopolamine

And more hilariously Hyoscyamine, known for helping the colon or bladder...

yes, you can use this extract to help you poop or pee if you want too.

Which is even funnier than the marijuana joke i made earlier.

And the only other species in the Scopolia genus is pretty similar and in Korea.

So we'll want to find something different.

But we are trapped. We only have imports left.

And the Datura genus we'd likely want is stuck in the Americas so we can only really consider a variety that came from those possible 18th century imports of Datura stramonium.

They are pretty perfect, tbh, spread widely to the Old World early where it has also become naturalized, and since it was already a weed that could endure dry climate and fairly cold environments. It could probably spread up a mountain.

They are our best bet for something you can smoke for recreation, with nicotine, outside the nicotiana genus that only Sannyo would use. If smoked people used its properties for recreation but you can also use it for anesthesia. Inject it's primary ingredient Atropine and you can use it for all sorts of weird stuff. (Though I pretty much resigned myself to having Atropine in the plant the moment I decided to run up and down the nightshade family).

Though in truth, she's probably just smoking wild tobacco that has lost a lot of flavor while struggling to adapt the mountain. So I'll move on to the most likely answer.

Portugal's more early tobacco is Nicotiana rustica, also called Aztec tobacco.

It is pretty tough and would probably adapt to a mountain pretty well.

I'd like to think it's the Datura stramonium since it's cooler and weird though.

In overview:

The simplest, best answer is just wild imported Aztec tobacco (Nicotiana rustica) from Portugal. Which had trade with Japan open up extremely early. Its honestly perfect for this

Followed by the more provocative option of Devil's Trumpet (Datura stramonium) imported later in the 18th century.

and the funny option. The only one actually native to Japan

Japanese belladonna (Scopolia japonica)

But it's almost definitely just that Aztec tobacco. (Nicotiana rustica)

We could just imagine she mixes flowers or herbs into it to validate her "herbs" comment if we want (which again, would be cute)

#sannyo komakusa #touhou project #Flowers #Smoking #This took me collectively more than 16 hours #I had a ton of fun up until the point I realized Japan had like only one native option and was basically stuck with imports completely.#lotus eaters #It's probably just the Aztec tobacco but I felt obligated to run through looking for native nightshade #I'll need to make a short version later.#It's funny that I've imagined a world Sannyo would give smoking almost anything she comes across a shot if nicotine is involved.#mamizou futatsuiwa

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phantom-tiger · 1 year

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Sable (2021)

#heres some screen shots from my play of sable from like a year ago lol #really pretty game that i didnt even take pictures of all the cool places - realized late about the camera mode #great collectable game and exploration - v much if you see it you can go to it #like the bridge and knights has a whole inside area and theres a town at the top of the 'whale' skeletons #saw some art that reminded me of this game and yea #its a simple game but its fun #sable #sable game #ghost rambling

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strangesickness · 1 month

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losers playing ttrpgs... losers playing ttrpgs save me...

mike is running a multi-year homebrew ttrpg campaign that is basically just a combination of any rulebook the losers can get their hands on + anything they come up with. i know it to be true. the campaign started as a call of cuthulu campaign but it is now a terrifying mix of call of cuthulu, dungeons & dragons, and cyberpunk with elements from a dozen other games including star wars: the roleplaying game, warhammer, harnmaster and somehow alma mater(??? idk how. but i know this happened). richie was like. "mike man, i love you forever, you're great at this. but why don't i have magic powers?" and he pointed at ben's collection of d&d rulebooks he'd been browsing through and he sounded so earnest and excited that mike knew in that moment he was going to sacrifice the integrity of his cool mystery campaign so richie could cast vicious mockery (99% sure vicious mockery didn't exist yet... don't quote me on that but it doesn't matter because the idea of richie using it constantly is hilarious)

they've all been playing the same characters for years and they keep convincing mike to add more stuff so they're all like super powerful and mike keeps having to come up with more and more powerful enemies.

mike's dice collection is so so so cool he has so many dice, and whenever he introduces a new important character he goes out and gets dice that fit their theme and it is such a moneysink but it's worth it because ooooh pretty dice

after four occasions where the losers decided to adopt a random npc mike hadn't planned anything for, mike has started planning every single npc out down to the specifics of their childhood education. he has endless character sheets hanging out in his room with characters he's created that populate his game world.

okay hanbrough agenda time: bill is the most oblivious guy in the entire world. i know this. (he is the guy who looks at brokeback mountain and goes "what do you mean it was gay? why can't men be friends anymore?" this is based on that one passage at the beginning of the book where he goes on one of those "why can't the curtains just be blue because they're fucking blue" rants lol. he does not know what media literacy is. to me) and mike is. increasingly frustrated and feels like he's losing his mind. he is like head in hands because he asked bill to go to prom with him and bill was like "yeah sure man! sounds great, you're my bestie forever!", and he has no idea what to do, because how is this man this dense, so he just starts having all of his NPCs fall head over heels for bill's character and flirt like madmen. it is painful for everyone involved. except bill. who still has no idea what is going on. that is a very unfortunate month.

mike and ben hang out a lot and ben helps mike brainstorm for the campaign so ben has all this insider knowledge and mike will just look at him before something insane happens in the campaign. they'll like make eye contact and ben will be like holy shit holy shit holy shit :0 and mike just drops some insane new lore. it's very special to me.

#i know it might be like. why isn't ben or bill GM? they're the writers!#but like. idk it just fits. watching mike in it chapter 2 gave me so much unhinged GM energy #that man can spin a TALE. i know it. i also know he can improvise like crazy #they finish a session and he's like. btw guys everything after like the first hour was improvised i hope it didn't feel to awkward #and the losers are like... wdym you didn't perfectly plan all of that?????#bill could not run a campaign to save his life. he does not know what chekhov's gun is. he does not know what nuance is.#he would be trying to run a campaign and the losers would do ANYTHING even slightly off the hyperspecific plan he made #and he'd start trying to railroad everyone and everyones just getting increasingly stressed #basically it would be a bad time #that man can't do improv i know it in my heart #ben on the other hand is a massive ttrpg nerd and has run multiple one shots with the losers #he's not big into long campaigns like mike is but he loves coming up with new campaign ideas #he also collects ttrpg rulebooks and is always looking for weird ones to try out with his friends <3 #they all have so much fun doing character creation with ben too. it's great.#i'm not done with this btw. i have so much more to say #i love ttrpgs and a party is the highest level of friendship. this is true #my high school best friends were literally just my d&d party #and cyberpunk (the ttrpg) is how i made friends in college lol #posts afflicted with a strange sickness #it stephen king #it 2019 #it 2017 #mike hanlon #bill denbrough #ben hanscom #hanbrough #richie tozier

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good-beanswrites · 5 months

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🎬: Hey, you don't have to post this publically, but saw you have a cold in your tags. If you're sick, get some rest! Post your thoughts on what happens during trial 2 in your AU after you get better, okay? Was gonna ask you your thoughts on deep cover, but I'll save that for later (plus not sure if you're avoiding spoilers). Get plenty of rest please, or as much as you can!

Ah, I hope you don’t mind if I post publicly to say thank you so much <3 I am often poisoned by the Productivity Mindset so I always appreciate a reminder to take it easy, haha.

And I have returned to yell about DEEP COVER!!

I'd love to hear your (and anyone's) thoughts on it!! 👀

If the gap was shorter I’d avoid spoilers, but unfortunately I don’t have the patience to wait that long 😅 Omg I love the callbacks to Undercover, and I’m so mad I brushed off the title similarities as a coincidence instead of expecting a connection. I think the song is beautiful, her voice is so powerful and emotional! I like that there’s a lot of sudden tone switches (idk the right word for it, but she goes from singing gently/calmly to getting forceful and back). Her under, under in the middle always gets me ahh

I was going to make a post a while ago about Backdraft, how everyone else’s video focuses on their crime because that’s the main thing on their mind, but Fuuta is more tormented by Milgram itself – his video is equal parts Milgram as it is his murder. And so I think it’s really telling that Kotoko’s mind also isn’t as focused on her crime – a core part of her character is being on her guard and analyzing those around her. Even before her character was properly introduced in her vd, she appeared early to prove how close an eye she was keeping on the others. Harrow was about the tons and tons of dangers she was keeping an eye on, to the point it’s hard to tell which villain is her actual victim. It makes perfect sense that a peek into her brain at this point in time would be filled with the ins and outs of the prison, and her thoughts on everyone.

(Now, I’m just torn whether I want her video to show more about herself and her crime, or give us glimpses of the others in day-to-day prison life as she watches them…)

#this was kind thank you ;--;#i caught a leak of deep cover on tuesday but i was dying and and didnt get a chance to yell about it yet #i got my shots so i didn’t expect the cold to kick my ass as hard as it did but i made it 😂#im going back to work and writing my final paper tomorrow so i tried to collect all my fun thoughts today >:3 #and i just posted the lcsys ideas!#deep cover spoilers #rose rambles #ask

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zincbot · 2 months

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i finally did it... 100% achievements on Hyper Light Drifter!

#after 4 years #hyper light drifter #the hardest ones imo... obviously one shot. i think that took me the longest #beating the game on ng+ honestly took less time than beating it without dying #and hoarder. hoarder was probably the most fun but i had to keep Extensive notes in order to track what all i had collected #but the exploration is my favourite part of the game soo teehee #don't give up was also a beast but i employed an autoclicker to just launch myself off a cliff for a while #the 800 chain dashes. i would try like 3-4 times and get up to 600 and then to give my wrist a break i would go hunt gearbits for a while #eventually i got it though ugh #anyway i did all my achievement hunting on ng+ which SUCKS because i couldn't wear or Even Look At all the outfits i got :(#wow. and after all that it only took me 36 hours #the other game i have 100% achievements on steam is stardew valley and i have like 120 hours in stardew

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dragonologist-phd · 1 year

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Oooh--for Piper, 🦋 when she locks herself in prison and 📜 during his act 3 quest.

For Lilith, 🕷️ during act 4 when she's sneaking around and 👑 in the Midnight Fane!

ok so this got a little...longer than intended, lol. i sat down to answer these and my brain received them as mini writing prompts, which isn't exactly the point of the ask but was fun, so I just ran with it!

Anyway, here's Piper half of the answer, and I'll be following up shortly with Lilith's half!

🦋 Arueshalae:

Arueshalae paces through the city all night, her wings and her heart and her mind all too aflutter to be of any real use. None of her usual tricks do any good to calm her own; Desna seems farther away than ever, no music can form in her mind, and when she looks around her at the people on the street, all she can see is…

Piper. Piper is haunting enough as she is, with her brilliant voice and her graceful beauty and her inviting smile. But Piper as she had appeared in Arueshalae’s awful, horrendous, enticing vision…that was something else, and the waking dream has still not left Arueshalae’s mind.

Piper, flushed and trembling and breathless beneath Arueshalae’s touch. Piper, lifeless and empty, all her light drained away for the sake of Arueshalae’s hunger.

She can’t deny it anymore- Arueshalae aches for the realization of those desires. But she can’t let it happen, no matter how desperate the temptation. She must resist. She won’t do that, not anymore, not to anyone…and especially not to Piper, who has already shown her far more kindness than she deserves. Arueshalae cannot- will not- betray such kindness by giving in to her malignant urges.

Maybe the wisest thing for her to do is to simply leave. But…Arueshalae cannot bring herself to that decision, either. How could she flee now? How could she return to her cold loneliness, after knowing this warmth? How could she disappear, when Piper has asked her to stay?

How can she remain, when the danger within her continues to grow? Is she dooming them both, no matter what?

Arueshalae’s wandering feet reach the answer long before her wandering mind. She has paced late into the night, and the streets are empty when she finally looks up to realize that she has unconsciously brought herself to the iron gates of the Drezen prison. It was here that Piper first saved her, so long ago.

And that is when Arueshalae knows what it is she must do.

📜 Regill:

From the letters of Regill Derenge:

The following report consists of a detailed assessment of the character and aptitude of the Knight-Commander Piper Chanterelle of the Fifth Crusade, as described by Paralictor Regill Derenge following a practical demonstration of the Commander’s competency. The assessment has been divided into the following categories for ease of analysis:

Discipline: Weak. The Knight-Commander displays a vulnerability to emotional manipulation and a regretful streak of sentimentality. I have witnessed firsthand her willingness to risk the success of a mission over excessive concern for the safety of individuals, a clearly undesirable trait for any wartime leader.

Moral Fiber: Weak. The Knight-Commander has proven willing to converse with demons and appears to have given consideration to abyssal partnerships. While it should be noted that she has not, to my knowledge, followed through on any such deal, this nevertheless exhibits a clear weakness for demonic exploitation. This issue is of particular concern given that a known succubus has already managed to place itself in the Knight-Commander’s proximity, as described in previous reports.

Strategic Intelligence: Passable. The Knight-Commander did possess sufficient perception to discern the nature of the assessment before it’s full completion. However, her resulting indignation suggests that she did not fully grasp the purpose or the need for such a test. This is consistent with her previously noted shortcomings, as her weakness in these areas limits the full application of her abilities. That I was able to confirm the existence of such abilities is somewhat promising, as it indicates that improvement is still a possibility.

My final judgement of the Knight-Commander Piper Chanterelle is as follows: the Knight-Commander is clearly lacking in reliability and strength of character. However, the mythic powers she possesses present a unique opportunity which should not be squandered. I shall continue with this assignment and attempt to direct the Knight-Commander towards more productive behavior. Additional reports to follow as the situation progresses.

#thanks for the ask!#blame regill his answer was supposed to be like 3 sentences and it turned into 5 paragraphs #but that's what makes these so fun!#i'll prob throw these in piper's one shot collection too #ch: piper #ship: our own elysium

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avatarvyakara · 1 year

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Just to prove I haven’t forgotten about this story…

214. Abuelito

(nm) grandpa, granddad (“little grandfather”)

"Oh, I can't wait to hear this one," says Abuela, a particularly evil grin on her wrinkled face. Doña Alma sits beside her with a cup of coffee halfway to her lips and extremely tired eyes.

Pedro and Cristóbal Castillo glance at one another, then at the jaguar Cristóbal is half-riding on, then at Cousin Antonio sitting on Pedro's back and trying to stop himself from laughing himself to pieces again (the poor boy, named after their mutual grandfather but much more lively, had been feeling down after a rare argument at home, naturally requiring immediate intervention by his bestest of cousins…stop glaring, Mirabel), then at the handcuffs tying the twins together, then down at their colour-splattered clothes, then at the procession of bored-looking capybaras behind them…and then back to one another.

For once, the twins don’t overlap when they speak.

"It was all HIS fault!"

Antonio just cackles like their grandmother.

#fanfic #encanto #encanto 2021 #tiles on the roof #antonio madrigal #alma madrigal #abuela alma encanto #original character #let Antonio have fun with his father’s family too #one shot collection

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dilfdarthvader · 1 year

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on my knees begging people to stop editing the dates on their one shots numerous times. trust i already saw it.

#there is this one fic that keeps getting moved towards the top #BRO PLS STOP THIS IS SO ANNOYING #STOP WRITING JUST FOR HITS AND VIEWS I PROMISE IT IS MORE FUN #like obvs changing your date for like #you posted in a collection and want to change it to the day fics are revealed is fine and dandy #but i don't need to see your one shot pop up at the top numerous times in a row #literally just makes me mute you #fandom wank #ao3 etiquette

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aibafiles · 5 months

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trying that funny miku game or whatever

#i was gonna play dont fight the music for the bit but im not quite good enough to clear on sightread oops #but also heyyy hello gekichumai collection????? hi????#personal #rg #i am. not trying to get into too many idol games but it's been on my radar and i wanted to give the charts a shot #master is pretty fun #i might try out d4dj too on account of. they put conflict in there

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djinn-ale · 1 year

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me thinking i liked taao and then realizing that i only thought it was good because i focused on the parts i liked about it and skipped over literally everything else

#me skipping over any bit of plot-relevant dialogue #tf writers when they always miss when it comes to politics (the literal main conflict is politics)#tbh i stopped caring about the Big Plotline of idw after rid. which was really Something to read.#(i never really cared about the main plotline but it made me actively dislike it)#like i like the idea of diplomacy being the decepticons' new method of victory but Not Like That #also what the hell @ rid megatron #anyways i thought the combaticons were fun. starscream didnt have to fucking do that to blast of tho. what the hell #also the whole stsc being haunted by bee was really fun #ALSO FORGED STARSCREAM YAYAYAYAYa (he is thinking about it so hard)#the art was really slay #(<- this is about that one shot of blurr in his bar pouring out a drink while ironhide drags away some dude)#me writing this post instead of working on a presentation for tomorrow. call it good time management #uh maybe delete later. when i collect my thoughts at a time that is not 2:52 am

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direwombat · 11 months

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I love posting kinky smut fic and then seeing who is brave enought to publicly bookmark it alsdjfhfjska

#i dont mean this as a dis to those who privately bookmark my smut fics at all #i have my own collection of fucknasty private bookmarks #i just think seeing the difference between the number publicly seen on the fic vs the number i see in my stats is fun #whining wombat #anyway...gonna be trying to catch up on tags and asks over the next few days i #things are busy and my ability to focus on some things is just...shot. idk why

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lulupen2023 · 1 year

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Fluff is In bloom: Like Father, Like Son

Summary: A collection of hyper fluffy and BellDom stories, of any era, as long as there's fluff and some filled prompts

I- Like father, Like Son: it's T2L , get ready to deal with super lovely baby Bing, fun and cuteness are in the air!

This work participates in the initiative '#SpringBingo ’ of the group @Non solo Sherlock - FB multifandom events group

I'm really sorry if I keep flooding this section but inspiration doesn't stop knocking on my door and these are the results.

probably no one cares, but i like sharing anyway, hoping to make someone smile...

Prompt used:

'It's Gonna Be a success!' by Jeremy Marsh Blue eyes, by Alex Antognazza He had enjoyed X years of total irresponsibility, by Clau Albertini Time, by Artemis Karpusi Vargas Good manners, by Elena Altamura

Disclaimer: nothing of this ever happened, I don’t know Matt, Dom (I wish I could!) nor all the people around them, I don’t earn a single coin from writing that, I just please my crazy mind, lol

Like Father, Like Son

“It will be a success. I'm sure." comments Matt, to say the least excited, concluding his phone call. “Are you inspired for a new song to write, Bells?” asks Chris, sitting next to him in the lobby of the London Hotel where they stayed to participate in three different programs in the space of just five days.

Normal routine when they are in full promotion.

"There's not only work ,Chris, especially if you have a little baby waiting for you at home all eager, you who are the father of two hundred children should know this better than anyone!" replies Dom, who, as usual, knows every detail of the life of his best friend and life partner… in every sense.

“You are always so exaggerated. I only have six!” specifies the bassist, and then scratches the back of his neck a little embarrassed, assailed by a doubt that only statistical research can remove, as they get into the taxi that will take them to the airport. “So… has it arrived?” turns to Matt Dom, perhaps even more excited than him.

“Yeah, Manson just called me, it's custom made for Bing, he even sent me pictures!” Matthew approaches him, proudly showing the display of his mobile.

Chris doesn't even pay attention to them, busy as he is scrolling through the results of the google pages.

“But she's beautiful, you're right, Matt. It will be a success!” Dom lights up with enthusiasm, giving him a big smile.

“Instead of going right back to Los Angeles I’m gonna stop at Exeter to go and collect it, because, it's true, I could have it delivered, but I prefer to bring it myself. Dommeh, do you want to come with me?” the frontman asks, with perhaps too much expectation gleaming in his blue eyes.

Dom, however, is about to disappoint those expectations. “Sure, only to see you run to your family and act like you're in a goddamn breakfast cookie commercial? Thanks, but no thanks!" snorts the drummer.

“I should have known,” sighs Matt, his blue eyes now glazed with gray disappointment. “But know that yours is the only cookie that makes me happy. Oh wait, I didn't mean it to sound so wicked and lustful." he thinks back to how he formulated that sentence, with a nervous laugh. In response, Dom gives him one of his best pouts.

“Oh, Bells, it's such a pity you didn't mean it.” He whispers in his ear, nibbling a little on the earlobe.

Expectations come back to sparkle again in those blue eyes, they are only postponed to a later date. "Oh yes, I'm afraid I have a slightly above average level of procreation..." Chris mutters, on the train that is taking him home, closing Google and regaining awareness of the world around him and with it also a familiar face who is watching him sitting on the opposite seat.. “Hey, Matt, but you weren't supposed to go back to Los Angeles together with Dom?”

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Time to have his precious extra baggage to add to the airport check-in and Matt really comes back to Los Angeles. He agrees to welcome Kate with a noteworthy kiss and then rushes off to whom is the greatest joy of his life. As soon as Bing sees him, he rushes towards him with a somewhat awkward but very tender run. “Daaadddyyy!” he giggles happily, letting himself be picked up. “Heellooo, my beautiful love, look what daddy brought you!” Matthew smiles at him, leading him towards the living room where he has abandoned all the luggage. With more eagerness than his son, he gets rid of the packaging and the box that protects that precious gift which turns out to be a miniature electric guitar, but certainly not a toy; it is perfectly capable of playing and can also be amplified. The background is glossy black, crossed by rainbow spirals, as is the small shoulder strap too.

"Isn't she wonderful?" Matthew says mostly to himself, observing her- to him every guitar is a she- enraptured, only to realize that the child has already run to the other room. Matthew sighs a little disappointed, but the truth is that he's too tired to feel bad. -----------------------------------

The next day things seem to go a little better: Bing has accepted that Matt put the shoulder strap on him, making him hold the guitar in his hands and now he's imitating his father a bit when he's on stage, thanks to a video of a concert by the Muse that Matt is showing him.

Bing also has a plectrum in his hand that strikes the six strings and the fingers of the other hand touch the frets without any precise logic

Luckily for Kate and mostly the entire neighborhood, the little guitar is unplugged from the amp.

When he least expects it, Matt sees Bing pull out the guitar and grab it by the neck, lifting it.

Matthew is convinced that the little kid is about to break her, instead he sees him put her on the ground, as delicately as possible, give her two caresses with his little hand and then go away.

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"There's nothing to do. My son doesn't want to learn to play the guitar." Matthew vents disconsolately the following day, on the phone.

“Matteh, you remember that he's yet to turn two years old in three months, don't you? And there's that thing called time, your son has plenty to spare," Dominic points out.

"It doesn't matter, it's not a matter of time, it's something that must be innate and I understood that it's not," sighs the other unhappy.

"Why? Did you realize that you wanted to play piano and guitar since you were in your mother's womb?” Dom teases him.

“Well, basically yes and probably my first cry was in falsetto!” Matt plays along and they both end up laughing. “Yesterday then, at one point Bing lifted the guitar, almost in anger, and I really thought he was going to throw her on the ground, breaking her.”

“Oh, no!” the drummer gets alarmed.

“But no, he put her away with kindness and left, as if nothing had happened. Not even this satisfaction he has given me” "Satisfaction?!"

“Yes, Dom, I could already see him on stage in a dozen years or so, crashing guitars against amplifiers, just like his father, but no, I find myself a serial guitar caresser at home!” the frontman grumbles.

"I've given up on understanding you... if anything, you should be thankful that your son has good manners" Dom rolls his eyes. "Though, Matt, have you thought that maybe the guitar isn't the right instrument?"

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About a week later, Matthew shows up at Bing with a custom-made grand piano for the little one.

He sits him down and Bing, with a very unconvinced look, tries to press a few keys, repetitively, getting so bored that he throws a tantrum until his father pulls him down from that little stool that seems like an insurmountable obstacle to him.

Finally free, Bing crawls on the floor until he devotes all his attention to a clothes peg that he accidentally found on the floor, which he evidently must find much more stimulating than the piano.

Matthew, on the other hand, goes to vent his frustrations on his piano, composing a grandiose and at times a bit disturbing melody. ---------------------------------------

“Thank you for coming, Dommeh, so you can see it with your own eyes,” Matthew drags him into the house, as soon as he sees him arriving in the taxi.

"You've been begging me to come by for two days, calling me at any hour of the day or night... let's say you mostly took me out of exhaustion." snorts Dom.

"Kate isn't here, she's on a movie set and she's going to have it for weeks." the frontman informs him.

“This is excellent news.” the blond definitely changes his mood.

“Bing, daddy's love, come here, do you feel like showing Uncle Dom how you play the piano?” Matt calls him and the child runs, but more to jump into his beloved uncle's arms than to fulfill his father's request.

"Noooo, piano, ewww... ugly piano, boring.." the little one complains, with the most annoyed of expressions. "I'll pretend I didn't hear." Matt grumbles through clenched teeth. “Have you seen how he behaves?” he immediately turns to Dom.

"Bing, don't you really want to try, even if Uncle Dommeh plays the piano with you?" Dominic tries to persuade him, but in the act of bending down to put him back on the floor, the drumsticks in his back pocket slip, falling to the floor.

Bing immediately grabs them and starts banging on the floor. “Bam, bam, bam, this is fuuuun!” he chuckles, moving towards the wall.

“Bing, stop now!” his father dictates. “Nooo! Bam, bam, bam again!” protests the little one, hitting the cushions of the sofa, not too satisfied with the noise he gets up to the height of his father's shins, that he doesn't hesitate to hit repeatedly and even with a certain violence, amused by the somewhat woody noise.

“Ouch!” poor Matt moves away from his beating fury, which continues with the adjacent furniture. “What did you say about good manners, Dom?”

“Oh come on, that was fun!” chuckles the blond. “Rather answer me…why do you always go around with drumsticks in your pocket?”

"Well, if I meet a fan I can give them to her, then, who knows, one thing leads to another..." replies Dominic, with a sexy smirk.

Teasing Matthew's jealousy is always good and proper. Although seeing how much his beloved best friend overflows with joy whenever he is with his little baby gives the handsome drummer a little to think about. He has enjoyed years and years of irresponsibility, he wonders if perhaps the time has come to settle down and find himself a steady girlfriend, without giving up on the one true love of his life.

- Who knows… maybe in a few years even I will hold a little me in my arms !- Dom gets lost in his considerations, not disdaining that possibility at all..

Meanwhile Bing has found the ultimate victim: the small piano.

He begins to beat the drumsticks with force and a frantic rhythm, trying to hit every key he encounters in no particular order.

Needless to say, it just emits an unbearable cacophony.

Matt looks at Dom and he sees pride in her blue eyes. “My son is a genius and has created a new instrument: the pwums or the dwiano!”

“Matt, be consistent, this just can't be called music!” Dom complains, plugging his ears. “But, you know, this is giving me an idea, do you trust me?” ------------------------------------------

And since Matthew blindly trusts his beloved, the next day Dom shows up at the Bellamy/Hudson house with something very special.

The time to build it and in a short time Bing is faced with mini drums, similar in all respects to one for adults, with drumsticks more within his reach.

It goes without saying that the child is beside himself with joy, he sits down, starts hitting every part of it and doesn't stop for hours.

Fortunately for the neighborhood, the room is completely soundproofed.

Matthew has to accept it: his son will probably never become a guitarist or a pianist. -It doesn't matter, I can always pass on my good taste in clothes to him!- the handsome pianist does not lose heart.

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Famous last words.

The following afternoon the two musicians scamper through every children's clothing store, with Matt getting excited every time he finds some shirt or onesie with aliens or sprinkled with glitter or both, and Bing crying his head every time his dad tries to make him wear something like that.

Among the many items on offer, Dom grabs a shirt with images of Spiderman on it in various attack positions and Bing waves his hands enthusiastically, a sign that that will be the winning purchase.

There is a sector that separates them from the cash registers and it’s the one of toys and stuffed animals.

Matthew gets excited when he sees a giant banana that can even be peeled off, pulling various zippers up and down.

“Bing, don't you also think it's the most beautiful toy in the universe? It also smells like banana! It's soft, it's giant and it's super bananish!” Matthew waves it in front of him but mostly tends to hug it to himself.

Bing doesn't even look at that thing, but reaches out for a small stuffed leopard.

Matt glares at Dom.

"Bells, look, I have nothing to do with it!" The handsome drummer gets defensive, and then turns to the boy. “Hey, little champion, you like this big cat's specks, don't you? I like them a lot too. So uncle Dommeh is gonna buy it for you,” he decides, grabbing the puppet with one hand but taking with the other the giant banana that Matt reluctantly decides to put back on the shelf. "And we pass this off as another toy for you, but we all know who I'm really buying it for!" he adds, earning an enthusiastic grin from Matthew.

Leaving the shop, Matthew seems lost in thought, while Bing has fallen asleep in the stroller.

Dominic leaves him silent throughout the journey, but when they arrive at the frontman's house, he can't hold back any longer.

"Will you tell me what's wrong, Bells?"

“I was thinking… Bing is blond. He loves the drums. He likes Spiderman. He also seems to love leopards… aren't you and Kate hiding from me that he's actually your son?”

In response, Dom bursts out laughing.

“Oh please, Matteh, don't be silly. Bing couldn't be more like you!”

Matt looks at him puzzled, confusion making his blue eyes a little darker. The fact that he's so narrow-minded at times only makes him all the more lovable to Dom.

“And why do you say that, Dom?”

“Because Bing is exactly the same as his father: he can't resist me!” the drummer rejoices, taking advantage of the walls that now protect them from prying eyes to reach out to him and give him a kiss.

"Like father, like son!" chuckles Matt, much more relieved now. “Well, you know, Bing's nap usually lasts more than an hour…”

“Uhmm… and listen, do you have any ideas on how to pass the time?” Dominic looks at him seductively.

“You, me… and the giant banana!”

THE END

Notes:

hope you enjoyed it, but I'm getting sadly accustomed to slience… :'(

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He knocked multiple times, but he could hear her music playing from outside, and he figured she couldn't hear. Julia didn't keep a spare key anywhere, too paranoid of anyone finding it and getting in. He tested the door, though, and found she’d left it unlocked for him, so he let himself inside and closed and locked it behind him.

Something was different about her apartment; he could tell instantly as he walked in. It was cleaner, to be sure. She was a fairly neat person, of course, and so was her roommate Harper, so the apartment was usually clean, but today it was obvious she’d been cleaning. The loud music coming from her bedroom was more evidence to support that, as were the two trash bags sitting by the front door. But that wasn't all.

And then he saw it. In the living room, by the couch, on the end table, there was a new picture frame. That was also normal for her. Julia was an artist, and she liked to switch out or add new artwork to the already cluttered table, but this one looked different. From his position by the door, he couldn't make out what it was, but it looked like a white sheet of paper. There was scrawled writing on it, and as he got closer to it, he recognized the handwriting, and then he recognized the words, and then he realized what it was.

“Julia Grace Miller!” he shouted. “Get over here!”

The music shut off, and her bedroom door opened, and she stuck her head out, beaming up at him with her big innocent blue eyes and shorter pieces of her long dark hair falling out of her bun all around her face. She was wearing one of her loose, big white button-down shirts with the sleeves haphazardly rolled up on her forearms, a long dark green strappy dress over it, and her circle glasses pushed to the top of her nose. Her ankle socks were mismatched colors, all her earrings matched the golden glasses frames, her mascara was smudged just slightly on her right eye, and her cheeks were flushed from working. In short, she was a messy, chaotic, beautiful mess, and he’d never loved her as much as he did at just that moment.

“Can I help you?” she asked, smiling like she knew a secret he didn't. He knew the secret now, though. It took all of his willpower to keep his face from breaking into the biggest grin to ever cross his face, but he was sure she could read his elation in his eyes anyway.

“What is this?” he asked, pointing to the letter he’d written her sitting in a picture frame on the end table in her apartment living room.

“Didn't you hear? Some boy I went to high school with wrote me a letter telling me about how he’s been in love with me for years. I thought it was just so sweet, so I framed it. I thought, you know, since I feel the same way about him, it would be a fun thing to keep forever and ever,” Julia told him, a teasing light dancing in her eyes as she spoke.

James shook his head, the grin he’d been fighting to keep back breaking onto his face, stretching his cheeks almost painfully wide as he laughed. Julia’s nose scrunched up just the way it did when she got embarrassed, but now, she was smiling and giggling and watching him with those beautiful eyes of hers.

“You absolute loser,” James told her, moving toward her, just a single step at first, then hurrying forward to stand right in front of her. “Do you even know how much I worried over that letter when I wrote it, and more when I sent it, and even more when you never replied to me?”

“I'm replying now,” Julia said, and she bounced up onto her tip-toes, touched her fingers to his cheek, and kissed him.

James’ brain short-circuited for a split second, but then he caught her by the waist and pulled her into him and kissed her back. Julia laughed against his lips and threw her arms around his neck. Then she hugged him close, murmuring, “God, I missed you so much.”

“What if I just never leave you again?”

“I think that might make a world tour quite hard for your band,” she replied, pulling back to look him in the eye, but keeping her arms around him.

“They’ll find a way to manage. I want to bring you everywhere with me,” James told her, smiling, but completely serious. “You’ll come with me to every city, every country, and then we’ll come back home together.”

“Together,” Julia whispered. “I quite like the sound of that.”

“Me too,” James whispered back, and then he kissed her again because now he could, and he was going to spend the rest of his life holding her just like this.

for context: james wrote julia a letter telling her how he feels while he was away and she didn’t mention it, just framed it to keep it forever and let him find it when he came to visit her upon returning to town :)

#my writinggg #writing #j&j story #just a little fun snippet from the story i wrote awhile ago #it needs some editing but i thought i'd share #this story is just a collection of little stories that follow james and julia through a bit of high school and then college and #into married life afterwards but it's kind of like one of those collections of one shots #i thought it would be less stressful like this bc it's easier to jump around and just pick pieces to write instead of how i usually write

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