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bidisastersanji · 5 months

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Circus One Piece AU with sword swallower/knife thrower Zoro and tightrope walker/aerial act Sanji please and thank you

They (and the rest of the crew) grew up in the « Thousand Sunny » circus together:

Sanji’s adoptive dad, Zeff, is the circus cook who always tells a different, wild story about how he lost his leg (it often involves a lion, even though the circus doesn’t use animals in its show, despite its lion logo)

Zoro’s parents both died in an accident when he was young and his relatives (Shimotsuki) took him in. His childhood friend Kuina had an accident and is now a wheelchair user- she handles the circus social media and marketing with Nami

They both have had crushes on each other for years but don’t dare to fo anything because not only what if the other feels the same but what if it doesn’t work out and they have to leave their circus family- so instead they keep bickering and pigtail pulling

I think it’s common for circus performers to have many abilities but specializing in certain things so let’s just assume most of them are good at basic acrobatic/circus things

Sanji is an aerial artist (aerial silks, hoops etc) and tightrope walker and Zoro is good at sword swallowing, stage combat and knife throwing

A lot of the crew are orphans who were adopted into the circus family from many countries the circus has passed through, so they have little accents and have the best time celebrating everyone’s different traditions and holidays

Usopp is a magician, Vivi does diabolo, Franky a strongman, Robin does Trapeze, Luffy is known for his contortionist act but also does some clowning, Ace and Sabo do fire performances, Brook is their communal grandpa in charge of music, Jinbei is the cool dependable uncle in charge of setting everything up to regulation and navigating their caravan where Nami tells them to go

Although she does Chinese pole, Nami is growing up to be the person who’ll take over the circus management/strategy- she wants them to make bank and strategizes on what acts they do, innovative acts and staging they can do etc

Luffy’s dream is for their circus to be the best in the world - they’re already going around different countries but he wants a full international tour, eager to take over after his grandpa (ringmaster) passes it on to him

Chopper is the adoptive son of the troupe doctor (Kureha) who does some equestrian tricks (voltige) but mostly studies hard to be a doctor too. He’s still a kid but everyone is else is an adult

Sanji often gets really distracted by Zoro during practice times- their outfits are revealing and he’s so buff and like what else can he do with his mouth goddamn

He only once called Zoro a « sword swallower » when he was a (still closeted) teen to try and bully his friend/rival but Zoro just grinned at him and said « proudly » and Sanji almost died from that mental image and never used that insult again (he might have gotten a nosebleed)

Naturally Zoro is also dumbstruck by Sanji’s beauty and grace on the regular- and he often gets in trouble for watching Sanji’s act and almost missing cues

The gang always gets into so many shenanigans in every new city they travel to and they love each other so dearly

One day a video of Zoro practicing goes viral (because he’s hot and talented) and Sanji is definitely not responsible for a few dozen views on that video

Zoro always gets a little jealous and annoyed when he finds Sanji flirting with local girls

And that’s all the ideas I have for now! Please feel free to add to this!! I’d love to see what you guys would be fun to have in the circus AU

#zosan #zoro x sanji #zosan fic idea #zosan au #one piece au #circus one piece au #one piece zosan #circus zosan au #aerialist!sanji

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dogs2shouldvote · 10 months

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during my latest relisten of taz balance, i recorded every line i found even the slightest bit funny with zero context, not even who said it (though some are pretty obvious). here’s all my favorites!!

“i’m probably studying.. my cantrips”

“just say mastrubating, dad”

“don’t come in mom i’m studying my canteips!!”

“yeah you’ll do any dumb shit”

“it’s like a bag of holding! but for.. ass.”

“do we know how much damage we did to him?”

“six damage, you said it out loud with your mouth.”

“it should be in the player’s handbook! get your salty snack to enjoy while you play dnd”

“my grandpa says it’s rude to whisper. especially on a train!”

“i’m not going to go toe to toe with a crab while youre armed with a terrible scottish accent and travis doesn’t even have his sheild. i’m out! … did i say travis? i mean leman kessler.”

“nope! that was wrong all the way around.”

“i’m cosplaying taako right now, as a stupid man.”

“who’s just rolling dice? who is doing secret checks that i don’t know about?”

“i always waste my 20’s on perception checks. like i give a shit.”

“it’s completely conceivable he would have a name tag.”

“IN A GANG?”

“like a pelt??? like a bramble*pelt*?????”

“is there a math check? what are you talking about?”

“yeah it’s your fucking brain. you use your brain to add numbers together”

“16”

“what are you fucking doing??”

“griffin i love you youre my brother. but if my skill called history doesn’t literally help me with history trivia questions in a category called history what are we FUCKING doing here??”

“can i ask you a question? are you guys mean to everyone?”

“fus-ro-over dere”

“that one was actually a badass bernie sanders”

“hey thug! what’s your name? i’m about to tentacle your dick.”

“a d6 is like some dice ass dice. that’s some monopoly shit.”

“i thought you were saying merle, it’s his bread and his body, take 2d6 healing points”

“you two remind me of something… you remind me of the babe! and then i throw the glass sphere at them.”

“make a constitution saving throw to see if you can eat this fucking rock with your mouth.”

“dungeons and dragons is a. great game.”

“my name is magnus burnsides”

“marchins burchens”

“magnus would not say that. however, travis would.”

“can we please not talk about chekhov’s bush?”

“we’ve got a ball, a sack, and a tool!”

“everything is gross here in dnd.”

“only losers smoke, isaac.”

“i give isaac an hour long lecture about the dangers of smoking.”

“i’m just gonna put my mouth down there and go buck wild”

“there’s a lot of go cart tracks called the adventure zone and i’ve been working with my lawyer to shut them all down forever”

“does taako fish?”

“yeah taako fishes.”

“a rock hard-“

*justin, clint, and travis laugh*

“come ON, *really*?”

“taako rushes in!”

“what! magnus follows him.”

“merle’s good out here!”

“WHAT is going on?”

“how do you not have a d6 it comes with every board game”

“my daughter-“

“eats them for power???”

“uhhh how much health do you have.”

“im not gonna tell you.”

“let’s see… i am going to hurt jenkins. with a magical spell.”

“this is about to become the taako show starring taako.”

“BLUFF FUCKING BLUFF O’CLOCK?? WHAT IS THIS, HALF PAST PERSUASION TIME??”

“i’m not laughing in game” *justin fucking loses it*

“she’s the best at burning shit ever.”

“traaav griffin got to do his show for so long and now he’s gonna destroy yours.”

“fucking lup finds like. a gun.”

“for sure, keep it sleazy. we’re out, bye!”

“i have to believe…. i’m gonna get those fifteen dollars back from greg fucking grimaldis”

“based on the rules of the game, dad… you die.”

“dad’s making a jerk off motion at me”

“don’t play the pennywise card like you ALWAYS try to”

“should i talk slower so that everybody who has been complaining about us not playing dnd has time to nut?”

“i am a wizard. my name is taako. and i am pretty well fucked.”

“yeah i’ve got cumin who do you think i am?”

“hear that, babe? we’re *legends*”

“i’m clint mcelroy and i played merle hightower-“

“nope”

#i actually have a ton more #taz balance #taz balance spoilers #kinda #the adventure zone balance #mcelroys #taz #the adventure zone #mcelroy brothers #taako taaco #merle highchurch #magnus burnsides

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wolfjackle-creates · 1 year

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Ghost!Robin Part 4

Here's your next part of the Ghost!Robin fic for WIP Wednesday. I'm gonna start putting fic designation in the title field rather than WIP Wednesday because I think it makes it easier to read.

Also, everyone came out in numbers for last week's segment! Damn! Thank you and I'm glad so many of you are enjoying this little fic of mine. We'll probably get one more week of this before I go back to Bring Me Home, but it'll depend what I feel like. I want to rework some of what I have written next.

First, Previous

1.1k words + a 464 word Omake (cut scene)

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Tim asked more details on the specs of the PDA which Danny happily answered. The things he built with Tucker were always his favorite inventions.

“So are you in school to become an engineer or something?” asked Dick who’d gotten Damian calmed down and sitting. The boy had gotten his knife back and was spinning it in his hands. Bruce seemed to be fondly exacerbated by the scene. Robin had pulled out a ghostly weapon and was trying to copy Damian’s movements, though he wasn’t quite as adept.

Danny shook his head to Dick’s question. “Nah. Hard to get into engineering school when you fail high school.” Danny narrowed his eyes as Damian’s mouth opened, but Dick whispered in his ear again and the boy didn’t say anything.

“I ended up dropping out of high school and getting a GED,” said Tim. “It can work just as well.”

Robin was nodding along and pointing at himself, too. Had he died before he could complete his schooling, too?

“I’m sure. It’s just not a priority for me right now. I don’t need one for my job and I can’t become an astronaut because of my accident when I was fourteen.”

Dick was nodding, but Tim looked confused and asked, “Fourteen? I thought you had your accident when you were older?”

“Why would you think that?” Had he or Jazz made any reference to when his accident was? “No, it happened when I was fourteen. A few weeks before I started my freshman year of high school.

Before Tim could ask anything else, Steph called out from the other side of the room. “Did you say you wanted to be an astronaut? Totally awesome. What made you pick that?”

“I honestly don’t know why everyone doesn’t want to be astronauts! Space is so cool. We can learn so much about the universe by studying it in closer detail. And with how many aliens are now living at least part time on Earth, it only makes sense to explore and see what else might be out there.”

Bruce nodded at him. “I am sorry you aren’t able to become one.”

Danny just waved a hand in the air. “I came to terms with it a long time ago. And my current job is fine. Might not be what I would’ve chosen, but I’ve made it work for me.” Deciding he should change the subject before someone had the brilliant idea to ask more about his accident or job, he asked, “So what is for dinner, anyway? You’ve all talked about how amazing the food is, but what are we having?”

Someone tried to speak up, but Jason held up a hand. “I’m the one who helped Alfie cook. Demon-brat is vegetarian so we have a vegetarian curry. If you like meat, there’s a prime rib roast. Then a half dozen different sides—vegetables, rice, potatoes. Huge salad with all the fixings and a dozen different dressings to choose from. And dessert after.”

“Damn, that sounds amazing. I haven’t had a good home cooked meal in ages, so I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“Has your Grandpa been keeping you that busy?” asked Jazz.

“That, but also getting things in order to take this evening off. There’s just been a lot. I’m spending the night at yours, by the way.”

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

Danny knew he could rely on Jazz.

“Ooh, do you have any good stories about Jazz as a kid?” asked Jason.

Laughing, Danny said, “So many! But I don’t think we’ll be able to get to those tonight. I’ve a feeling you’ll be interested in other things by that point.” At his words, Robin grinned and pointed at himself. Danny gave him a slight nod to confirm that yes, they’d be talking about him.

Before Jason could ask for clarification, Alfred came in to announce dinner was ready.

Robin cheered and flew over to sit on Alfred’s shoulders, hand extended, to lead the way to the dinning room. Danny couldn’t hold back the chuckle and Jazz shot him a look which he ignored.

“There better be a place setting for you, Alfie!” called Jason as they followed.

“You made your opinion quite clear, Master Jason. And as I wish to meet your young lady and her brother as well, I have set myself a plate at the main table.”

Tim leaned over to whisper to Danny. “Alfred considers his role as butler very important. He rarely eats with the rest of us unless we join him in the kitchen.”

Danny nodded to show he understood, but had no idea how to actually reply to that. It seemed needlessly complicated.

Once they made it to the dining room, Danny grinned as Robin did a flip off of Alfred’s shoulders and landed sitting down on one of the place settings facing the associated chair. He bit his cheek to keep from laughing as Jason sat down at that same place. Jazz took a seat next to him and Danny sat to her other side. Dick ended up sitting next to him.

The scents of all the food wafting off the table made his mouth water and he closed his eyes just to breathe it in. “This smells amazing. Thanks Alfred. And Jason.”

Even Robin had moved to look over every dish, reaching out a hand to try and take something and sighing when he just phased through it.

Even Jazz looked a bit overwhelmed at the quantity of food. “This is so much effort. You didn’t have to do all this just for Danny and me.”

Bruce smiled at her. “It is so rare for all of us to be together for dinner so we make a spectacle of it any time it happens. And this is the first time Jason has ever brought anyone with him which makes it an even bigger event.”

Danny nudged her. “So, Jazz, what’s it like living with someone who can cook?”

Jason laughed. “Jazz isn’t allowed in the kitchen. You know, I caught her grabbing my chef’s knife before going into the fridge the other day!”

Danny furrowed his brow. “Of course she did. It’s a fridge.”

“Wait, is that a family trait? Why do you grab a knife to open the fridge? There’s gotta be a good story behind that.”

Before Danny could make the obvious statement regarding attacking food, Jazz elbowed him. “We’ll tell you later. It has to do with our parents and that’s a large topic and not one we should get into now.”

Before Danny could ask any questions about what the big deal was, Dick nudged him. “Which do you want—curry or beef?”

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Omake

Ignoring all of it, Danny shook his head and answered Dick. “Nah. Hard to get into college when you fail high school and are legally dead.”

Multiple people, including Jason, exclaimed at that statement and he looked to Jazz.

“Did Jazz not tell you about that? Our parents swear they saw my ghost and had me declared legally dead. I was missing at the time so the coroner agreed. Sighting the ghost of a missing person is all you need to confirm death in Amity.”

Under her breath, Jazz added, “You were only missing because they had you.”

Danny elbowed her and quietly chirped a Safe now.

Bruce was no longer smiling and was looking at Danny with narrowed eyes. “Your parents had you declared dead.”

“Yeah. It’s fine, though. I’ve an amazing doctor if I get into trouble. My grandfather is watching out for me. I’m financially stable. My partners are able to rent an apartment large enough for all three of us. I have other places to stay when I’m traveling. Honestly, it doesn’t impact my life all that much. Just means I’m not gonna go to college. And only reason I wanted to go to college was to be an astronaut, but my health makes that impossible.”

“Hn…” Bruce hummed.

And Danny had no idea what that meant, but Robin was now laughing, and Dick was exchanging grins with Tim, and Steph and Cass were whispering together. Damian was glaring at him even harder, blade hilt gripped in his hand. These people were strange.

Danny looked over at Jazz who shrugged. Jason was glaring at Bruce and said, “Don’t you dare.”

“Look, it’s really not a big deal. I know it’s kinda a messed up situation, but ghosts are generally treated really well in Amity. As well as any living human, at least. So long as you avoid the Guys in White and my parents that is. So outside of interactions with them, nothing has changed.”

“If you are ever in need of a place to stay or a meal or anything, you’ll have a room here,” offered Bruce.

Robin landed on Danny’s shoulders and was sending out happy-celebrate feelings. Steph handed Cass a few bills. Tim and Dick mimed giving each other fist bumps. Jason put his head in his hands and groaned. Duke was grinning at them all.

Damian half stood and said, “Father—!”

But Dick was at his side and pulling him back down to the couch with an arm around his shoulders, hand over his mouth, and whispering into his ear before he could do more than say the one word.

“Seriously, it’s not a big deal.” Trying to think of anyway to change the subject, he asked, “So what’s for dinner, anyway?”

And for the Tag List! (Which absolutely exploded this week. Holy shit.)

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The celebration post for 100 followers will be going out in another day or two! I've just had a really busy few weeks and didn't do as much writing as I was hoping for. But I hope to finish writing today and then I'll just take a few hours to edit.

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straykids-97 · 1 year

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Ruby

“Ambition like a liquid ruby stain.”

Mingi is an educated man in all aspects…

Warnings: Vampire!Mingi, innocent!reader (a little ditzy but we still love her), slight dom/sub dynamics, obvious age gap, friends-to-lovers, mentions of Mingi being lonely, mentions of blood, marking, unprotected sex, exhibitionism (if you squint). Lmk if I forgot anything.

Word Count: 2.1k (kind of self-indulgent… Heh.)

A.N: If anyone wants a part two to this please lmk! :) Also don’t mind while I go off on a tangent… Mingi is a few hundred years old whereas the reader is implied to be in her early 20s. Ik the age gap bothers some people but it’s not like the reader is supposed to be underage. If this bother’s you, then DO NOT read this. Anyway, enjoy it for those who want to read :)

Your favorite pastime in your small, quiet town was to visit the trails. You’d often hike to a calm spot near the brook to read a book, finding consolation in being solitary. The tranquil environment made you happy, it was better than the noisy house that you lived in with your family. The invitation of staying home while studying at college was clearly a mistake, after all, you loved your family, but it made studying hard.

This is where you found yourself now; studying for midterms in the warm undergrowth of the familiar forest you spent most of your time in. Spread out before you on the blanket you were sitting on was your notes and two other textbooks. You groan, leaning your head back against a tree. You take a deep breath, closing your eyes as you sit there. You reopen your eyes and glanced forward, seeing a man standing a few feet from you. You gasp, holding your chest, “Oh, no,” he panicked, holding his hands up in defense, “I didn’t mean to startle you.” You feel your heart running away in its cage as you take in the man's looks.

He is tall, and lean, wearing jeans and a loose-fitting shirt. You could see veins running up from his hands to his forearms, where they disappeared into his biceps. His soft dark hair was parted down the middle, revealing his sweet-looking brown eyes. He didn’t look like someone who was out for a hike, but then again, neither did you.

“What are you doing out here all by yourself?”

That question was the first of many. Mingi was an interesting young man, to say the least. He was well-traveled and seemed to know quite a bit about just about everything. When you asked him how he could know so much, he simply smiled and said, “Being lonely can get boring. So I found things to do in my loneliness.” Whenever you asked him about his family, he would always give you that same soft smile and tell you that he was alone. It made you sad; you could see the gloom in his eyes whenever he talked about being desolate. But, sometimes you just couldn’t help yourself when it came to Mingi. Your family adored him and spent a lot of time with him as well. He was always polite, but never seemed to get close to anyone… But you. It was odd. But part of you didn’t seem to care. As the months turned into years and you were now in your final year of college, you found comfort in seeing Mingi.

When you found out the huge secret a year ago, you spent time apart. Unsure of how to really feel about it. At first, you didn’t believe him, but then when he showed you, it scared you. And that’s why you distanced yourself for a few months. But, it was hard. Mingi had become a bit of a habit in your life, and it felt empty when he wasn’t around. Eventually, you apologized and now, you two were inseparable.

Today, you were settled on a blanket, nose-deep in your favorite book when Mingi joined you. “Good afternoon, Y/n.” He said formally, making you snort. “Good afternoon, Grandpa.” You snap the book closed and look up at your friend. He chuckled once and flopped beside you, “You know I hate that.” He pinched your leg, making you yelp. “Not so hard!” You cry, swatting his arm. “Don’t be a brat and I won’t pinch you then.” He retorted, making you roll your eyes. “That was hardly being a brat.” Mingi released an annoyed sigh but appeared to let it go. For now.

“How’s studying going?” He asked, nudging the book so he could read the binding. “English 4. I thought you were done with this class?” He questioned. “I am. But, I’m re-reading it for an assignment.” You roll your eyes, tossing the book. You gasp as Mingi grips your wrist; not enough to hurt you, but to warn. “Enough of this attitude of yours.” He growls. Mingi rarely got frustrated with you, when he did, he never lashed out or yelled. He just got very quiet. Like he did just now.

“What attitude?” You grumble, yanking your hand away from him. “You’ve had it for the last week. What’s wrong?” he demands, staring into your soul. Your eyes shift away, feeling uneasy. You hated and loved how he did that; saw straight through everything. Right into the depths of your mind, almost as if he could read it. Though, you knew he couldn’t. But sometimes it makes you wonder. You chalked it up to him being old, being able to read people because of his experience that came with age.

“Y/n…” he warned. You finally lament, “I’m just stressed.” You admit, leaning against his shoulder. “This is my last year of school, and then I’ll really be an adult. I’ll be job searching by the beginning of next semester… And then…” You make a falling gesture, almost like a roller coaster going downhill, “Kaboom.” You sigh, “I’ll be married, with probably 3 kids, and divorced before 40.” Mingi stiffens at the word ‘married’, causing you to turn at him. “...and stuck in an endless loop of work, work, work until I retire at the ripe age of 70.” You notice that his fists are balled at his sides, making you frown. “What’s wrong, Mingi? Did I say something to upset-” he stops you. “What if…” He stops, almost as if he wasn’t ready to say what he wanted to. “What if what, Min?” You soften as you look at his stone features. His gaze is a million miles away, but his face remains expressionless. “What if you didn’t have to get old? Like me?” Your face pales, “Mingi… What are you talking about?”

“What if… What if I wanted you to join my Coven?” His question makes your blood still. “Really?” Your voice was so soft that you didn’t trust he could hear you at first. But you knew he could. “Yes. What if I want you to be with me… Forever?” Mingi turns to face you, holding your cheek. You gulp, seeing his eyes now burning with an emotion you’ve only seen a few times in your life.

Lust. Passion. Desire.

“Tell me, y/n, that you want it too.” He breathes, his voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes bounce between his and his lips. “Tell me that I’m not alone in this feeling, please.” He pleads. Mingi pulls you into his embrace, holding your hip as he takes a deep breath. “Your heart is racing, y/n.” He notes, making you shudder. It was racing, but you weren’t scared. You hadn’t been scared of Mingi in a long, long, long time. Was it the excitement that made your heart race, or was it partially fear? Fear of the unknown, fear of what’s to come if you say yes.

His eyes swirl to ruby, making you melt. You had only seen this happen twice, once when he caught you kissing an ex-boyfriend at a party and one time before your period. You mewl softly, “Mingi-” you melt into his body and he groans, “Please don’t tease me with probably, y/n. I need a definite answer.” His lips were centimeters from yours. Your head was swimming, you forgot about the space around you, forgetting that you were in the forest, forgetting that Mingi was a vampire. The only thing that was on your mind was sex.

“Mingi, please.” You begged. His eyes were an intense ruby, “Tell me, y/n. Yes or no.” His voice was calm, precise, seductive. “Yes.” You panted. “A thousand times. Yes.” Mingi lets out a frustrated hiss and pulls you into his chest and rolls you onto your back, shoving your school books to the side. He wastes no time with the fabric that separated you two. In his fervor, he accidentally tore your shirt, “Opps.” He chuckles, lips attacking yours and hips grinding against the spot that craved him most.

Words evaded your mind and you couldn’t think of anything at the moment. Only him and what you wanted him to do to you.

He pulled the last piece of clothing that separated you both and licked his two first fingers, “Can’t skip foreplay, can we?” You feebly shake your head as his fingers dance along your wet core, making him chuckle, “Maybe we don’t need foreplay after all?” He teased. Mingi pressed his fingers into you, immediately finding that gooey spot that all the guys before him never could find. Your back arches, and his free hand pins you to the ground. His lips find a spot on your neck, sucking and nibbling as he flicked his fingers inside of you. You felt the world spin as he continued his slow, tortuous speed. “So sweet. All of you.” He groaned, pulling his fingers out of you. You gasp, and the lack of feeling sent you reeling into the atmosphere, “Mi-” You began to protest but the feeling of his cock pressing against you made you stop. Earning a chuckle from Mingi, “If I knew this would shut you up, I would have done this a long time ago.” He slowly rolled his hips forward until they were flush with yours; letting out a groan as he stilled. “Fuck, y/n.” His voice was shaky as he grabbed your thighs, pushing them against your stomach. He lifted your hips just enough for him to stroke deep inside of you. You gasp, eyes snapping open to see his ruby eyes staring into yours. His firm muscles tightened as he thrust, abs flexing as his hips moved against yours. Your small hands gripped his wrists, desperately trying to hold onto anything you could grab as he began to thrust harder.

Your small moans turned into louder ones, your orgasm fast approaching. Mingi dropped your legs and put his hands on either side of your head, staring into your eyes as he moved. “Will you be mine? Forever, y/n?” He whimpered. You nod, “Yes. Yes, Mingi. Yes!” You cry, holding onto his muscular shoulders and wrapping your legs around his hips. He let out a loud groan, his mouth falling open. You could see his sharp incisors appear as he threw his head back, “Fuck!” He grunted, head lulling forward.

It all happened so fast.

Mingi gripped your chin, moving your head to expose your neck. He let out a throaty groan as he leaned into your neck, “This is about to be one of the best orgasms you’ll ever have, princess.” He pants. You gasp, his lips attaching to your neck. Next, you felt teeth pierce your skin, making you let out a shocked squeal. At first, it hurt, but after a few moments, a hot sensation filled your limbs. Mingi was right; this was about to be the best orgasm you had ever had. You shuddered, legs pulling Mingi closer to you and hands clawing at the skin of his back. “Fuck!” You cried, your orgasm rolling over you. The heat in your veins didn’t cease as he went faster, lips still attached to your neck. You let out a strangled moan as he held you prisoner, fucking you into oblivion.

After a few moments of pure bliss, Mingi pulled away, your blood dripping down from the corners of his mouth. He held your hips as he pounded into you at a harsher pace, “Mine. All fucking mine.” His sharp teeth were still visible as he threw his head back again, emitting the most deep-sounding moan you had ever heard. Mingi’s hips faltered for a moment, and then he stilled, chest heaving for a few moments. You watched, completely exhausted as his eyes went to their usual chocolate brown and he slumped back onto his heels. His eyes danced up your body as he lay beside you, moving your hair out of the way to view the bite on your neck. “I hope it didn’t hurt.” He murmured.

After a few moments, you catch your breath and reply, “Only for a moment.” You admit, before looking at him. “But, I think it’s worth it.” Your response made him smile brightly. Anyone else would have thought the blood smeared all over his chin would be terrifying, but it didn’t seem to bother you at all. Perhaps, Mingi’s vampiric ways were meant to find you. Maybe you two were meant to be…

Maybe. Just maybe.

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Idk if this is weird to ask but can you tell more about your situationship?😭 I’m curious since it inspired the story idkkk

nooo not weird at all haha, i had plans to share more ab it once i was done w kickoff but i dont really mind sharing a bit now (will literally always take up any chance to talk ab it it’s an impulse i cannot resist)

basically i met this guy like halfway through my freshman year of college at a frat event, it was a bit different from kickoff dynamic in that we started hooking up pretty soon after that, just a casual thing, but then the pandemic hit and so he went back home to live w his grandpa/family in new york (i live in cali) once campus shut down and stuff. obviously we couldn’t hook up anymore LMFAO but we still talked a lot and i think it was during this time of just talking to one another that i really started to catch massive feelings for him :”)

i went through some bad anxiety during covid, struggling a lot w my career and if i still wanted to pursue the things i thought i wanted (i think a lot of college students went through this w the pandooski) but he would always be there for me and would stay on facetime calls w me if i was struggling to study, he’d cheer me up w pics of his tibetan dogs lol, just reallyyy sweet ugh when we were long distance i rly saw a side of him i didn’t before and i think that’s what made me fall for him

i confessed to him first, similar to reader in kickoff, n told him we could do long distance until he moved back here. but then he hit me with the “i’m sorry, i can’t date you, i’ve got commitment issues”. in his case, he had a long-term girlfriend in high school for four years who he also was dating into college (before he met me), but he found out she had been cheating on him for a long time w not just one but multiple of his friends 😭 so..he said he has really bad trust issues, and that he really wanted to try to date me, but he just felt like he couldn’t

i was really hurt, obviously, but i think in hindsight maybe it was a responsible decision on his part to not throw me into a mess of a relationship w him, one he knew he wasn’t ready for. but at the time, i just thought that it was bc i wasn’t good enough to change his mind. anyways, he asked if we could still talk and be friends, and i said sure bc i didn’t really want to lose him. i figured i could just wait for him (and i told him that i would)

yeahhh well the waiting was way more fucking painful than i thought. he flew to cali once to visit me when flights were sort of resuming, which is just fucking insane because you’ll fly to see me but you won’t date me 😭, and i told him that it’d be the last time he ever sees me! and it was :”) maybe it was an impulsive decision by me, but idk. yknow when you get stuck in a limbo for what feels like forever that you make a decision just for the sake of making one (it was such a short amt of time in reality, but it felt like forever) he made a comment to me in our last conversation about how he really wished he didn’t have to be someone i had to wait on to change, and that really fuckin stuck w me lmao i cried so hard the drive home from the airport. i think all the “what-ifs” kinda sunk in at that moment

ch7 of kickoff was basically me trying to get inside the head of the guy from my situationship, and see what it’s like to have fears hold you back from wanting to experience something for yourself, something that could be beautiful if you would just give it a chance. i felt like if i wrote it from that angle, i’d have more understanding of my situationship (i dont have commitment issues myself, tbh i’ve never rlly understood the concept. like, i’ve been fucked over by ppl in my life too but i’m never one to punish the next person for it. dealing w my situationship was really hard because of this, i would get really frustrated, but writing ch7 from gojo’s character’s perspective made situationship guy’s feelings make more sense to me, i think, there was a sense of closure in that)

but anyways, i was in love w him for sure. like, possibly infatuated. there was a time where we got into a big argument about something and i think i legit i cried myself into a fever 💀 it was all so crazy and powerful, the feelings, i’ve been involved w other guys since but of course none of it really compares. idk, i guess there are just some people that can make you feel that way, there’s really no use in understanding why.

this sounds so sappy, lmaoo i swear i truly am “over” him in that i hardly think of him that much anymore, n tbh i don’t think of him specifically all that much while i’m writing kickoff, but there are moments where i can’t help but bring those feelings into the story.

there’s a line in ch8, near the end of the bed scene, where reader has a thought like

“You feel so safe with him, and yet you also feel scared, because you like him so much that you would let him ruin you if he wanted to.”

yeah. that’s basically how i felt about him.

#damn sorry this is long asf #kickoff #kickoff backstory #asks #anon

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therealgchu · 3 months

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To the Shore - Chapter 10 An Interlude

keeping with my friday publishing schedule, go me!

fluffy, warm chapter incoming! no trauma, no angst, and a little bit of spice. and, i get to show off some of my cryptography knowledge, which is a minor hobby of mine.

Chapter 10 - An Interlude

If you want to read the whole fic from the beginning, it's up on ao3.

the sneak peek is from Cora's POV. a little different this time, but she was a lot of fun to write. thanks to the coemancer crew for help with getting the dialogue of a 12 year old right.

Everyone ready for a sneak peek?

Through most of the lunch, she was silent and listened to the adults. Cora brought along a couple books, like she always did, and pretended to read at the table. She’d found out years ago that if she was quiet and acted like she was reading, the adults forgot that she was there and the conversations got much more interesting. Well, at least that applied to most adults, including her dad. Cora had long ago noticed that there was no difference in the way Hwa talked to her or any other person, which was nice.

“...first time you ran into Ranger Pryce?” Dad asked Hwa. Ranger Pryce was always nice to her the few times she’d met him, but he was really different when they were on Neon. She didn’t like how he talked to Dad. Her ears perked up.

Hwa sat back in her chair, thinking, “Let’s see, three, maybe five years ago, I think? One of the few times the Rangers made a move on the Syndicate.”

Syndicate? As in Seokguh Syndicate? The one Mom was taking down? Cora became as still and silent as the grave with her ears wide open. Dad would certainly not want her to hear this. She sunk deeper into her chair and hid behind her book.

“The Rangers raided the Ebbside warehouse,” Hwa explained. “I had just happened to be checking in when I walked in on the raid. You know what Pryce is like,“ and she made a dismissive snort, “he’s suspicious of everyone that’s not related to a Ryujin executive. Probably projecting his own incompetence on everyone else.”

Her dad nodded, “Nepotism do be like that,” he said.

“Anyway, he took me in, questioned me. Since it seemed like I was just a random person that walked in on the raid, they let me go.” She took a sip of her drink, shaking her head. “If he was half as clever as he thought, he’d have done a more thorough job. Everyone knows that’s Syndicate territory; civilians don’t just walk into that warehouse. But, well, he’s not.” Hwa reached across and grabbed one of Dad’s fries. “How did you meet him?”

“Pryce trained Lillian. I think he got the promotion to Neon about seven years ago?” her dad said. “He’s always hated me. He was there when Lillian and I met. He wanted to throw my ass in jail. It was Lillian that made the call to jettison the cargo.”

Cora held her breath and tried to make herself invisible. This was the most she’d ever heard about how her parents met. She’d heard off-hand comments her grandpa made about when her parents met, but never the whole story. Jettison cargo? she wondered.

“I got the distinct impression that he is jealous of you,” Hwa said.

“What tipped you off, the ‘pretty boy’ remark?” her dad asked snarkily.

“Amongst other things,” Hwa said.

“Yeah, Pryce always hated me. I think he was after Lillian even when we first met.” He sat back in his chair and rubbed his beard. “Come to think of it, he always gave me a hard time about being a Coe, and how the name wasn’t worth it. More projecting?”

Hwa nodded. “I’ve worked with a lot of the scions of Neon society. They say the Syndicate are monsters, but it’s those families that are controlling a lot of what goes on. If Ryujin or Bayu wanted the Syndicate gone, they could easily. They’d just have to starve them for money.”

“I’ve always wondered about that. How much of the Syndicate sucks at the teat of the corpos on Neon?”

“I haven’t studied the books in depth, but I know it’s a lot.”

It was just at that moment when Kay came up to check on them. “Would you like dessert?” Kay asked Cora specifically. Usually she loved dessert, but cursed its existence at the moment since it reminded her Dad that she was sitting there. He looked at her, and she could see the back of his neck getting red. She could tell he was trying to decide if he said anything too inappropriate. Dang it, he probably won’t say anything anymore today, she thought. She made a mental note to ask Grandpa about Dad meeting Mom.

Cora watched a quick glance happen between her dad and Hwa, and saw him shake his head almost imperceptibly. He probably thought she was too young to hear about the crime on Neon, or how her parents met. She wanted to roll her eyes so badly at him, but stopped herself in the nick of time. He’d see that, because of course he’d see, and get annoyed at her. He didn’t see that she was TWELVE already, but he’d see her roll her eyes.

Instead, she consoled herself with some ice cream.

#starfield #sam coe #fanfic #space husband #fanfiction #space cowboy #coemancer #hwa kim #to the shore #spacefarer #the coemancer crew #cora coe #starfield fanfiction

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karuuhnia · 2 years

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Thank you for that addition to the whole derselbe/das gleich thing! I've studied German at school and never knew there was a difference! Vielen Dank! I have another question. There is a formal and an informal way to address others in German (du and Sie). How do you think Medic would address his friends?

Aaaaah, you're very welcome! I'm glad I could help!

As for "du" vs. "Sie"... I've actually spent a LOT of time thinking about this, believe it or not.

Let me start with the general rules for those unfamiliar.

"Du" is used between children, adults adressing children, between family members, friends and nowadays often between young adults who don't know each other or between colleagues.

"Sie" is used between adult strangers, children addressing adults that are not family, often between colleagues and always for respectable persons like doctors, judges, teachers etc.

Nowadays people tend to use "du" a lot more than back when Medic would have been around. If Medic were a real person he'd probably be a few years older than my grandparents. And my grandparents said "Sie" to pretty much anyone who was not a family member or a friend they've known since childhood. I remember my grandpa saying that he still said "Sie" to one of his oldest friends/colleagues after almost 50 years of working with him lol.

So what do I think Medic would say? I mean, the only person he could probably talk to in his native language would be Spy (who I headcanon speaks German as well). I'm pretty sure they would say "Sie" to each other as a sign of professionalism and mutual respect.

If Heavy or Engie learned German I'd say they'd all start out with "Sie" and then, after getting to know each other and becoming friends, switch over to "du". But then again, you would never say "du" to someone who you otherwise address as "doc" or "doctor" - unless you want to mock or purposefully disrespect them. lol If they said "du" they'd have to use Medic's first name (which we don't know unfortunately ;__;).

It's really hard to imagine how he'd address the other mercs or be addressed by them. Most of them only speak English and thus don't have a distinction between formal and informal in the first place, so the whole thing is very theoretical anyway. XD

#ama #tf2 #team fortress 2 #german language #((I've got a headache and can't type more rn ^^''#I hope this makes sense #My brain is not so good at braining #Thank you for the question though!))

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ok i saw josuke career discussion and i have to mssg in bc ive been microwaving josuke in my brain for several months n i could SCREAM abt this

so cop josuke. i dont like it either. i think he loves his grandpa but i always imagined them having their issues, since jos is not exactly a model kid. and also (imo) morioh is a small town so jos would have p shit luck getting employed by the same cops he was constantly getting in trouble w/viewed suspiciously by. i just dont see him being super fond of cops. PLUS even if he did start working w them i think he’d chafe under the authority n be too rebellious to last

doctor/nurse jos is also popular and i respect it!! personally i dont see it, mainly bc josuke has shit grades at school n i dont think he’d b passionate enough abt medicine to pull it together n get into uni. BUT i can def see him feeling obligated to study medicine so he can use his powers to help more ppl. in general, i think hes the kinda person to take the weight of the world on his shoulders n feel responsible to protect/help everyone he possibly can. but its for that reason that medical work would b terrible for his mental health, bc theres so many ppl u cant save. and working in a hospital where he’d see tons of ill people, smthn he’s helpless to cure, would prob affect him hard

my personal hc for josuke is him doing smthn related to fashion. either design or styling. im surprised i havent seen this hc before, actually, bc from the lottery episode it seems like he has a big interest in fashion, n he’d have some design/sewing experience from modding his school uniform. he wouldn’t b too stifled by bureaucracy or need to study intensely, and he could possibly work from home to have a more laidback life. plus, if he went the stylist route, it’d b a way for him to help ppl without having the burden of their lives in his hands. im biased abt this headcanon bc i wanna go into fashion (lol) but yeah!! i wanted to share it. i also think before settling on that, he’d b hesitant bc he’d feel obligated to do smthn where he could save lives, and he might work w SPW for a bit but that’d make him realise he doesnt want to seek out a stressful death-filled life

mechanic josuke is also a rly based take, and i think the “helping ppl without being burdened by it” is true of that job too!! plus since jos is p devious he’d get a laugh out of charging ppl $200 for work that quite literally took one second

OH MY GOD ANON THIS IS SUCH A GOOD TAKE HOW DID I NEVER COME UP WITH THIS BEFORE IT WAS STARING US RIGHT IN THE FACE??? you are the only josuke understander im bowing down to you

GOD. FASHION JOSUKE WOULD BE SOOO GOOD FUCK. i think he’d do mechanic as a day job just to make sure he has a stable income as he makes it in the business/as he takes some classes and since like u said he can fix almost anything in like 2 seconds, he has a lot of time to hone his craft in-between clients and just. IMG. IM GOING TO GO CRAZY THIS IS SO GOOD. please im gonna cry. youre so big brained

#cass cries #jjba

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elbertoko · 17 days

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#IFTTT #the sleepy head

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arvinjhaybreva · 11 months

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jerick bautista/arvin jhay breva -reporttage

A world of endless posibilities

I dream to eat three times a day i also dream to study I dream to wear beautiful clothes. As a child, I had many dreams in life that I wanted to achieve. it's hard to be poor especially if you didn't grow up with someone to guide you. I just want our life to be good, I just want to be able to eat three times a day. I envy other children who can eat well have their own place and wear nice clothes. I think that I also want my life to be in order, I want to study so that I can get myself out of debt but how can I do that?

My name is Gregory Martinez, but they call me by my nickname, Greg, and I have one brother, James Edward Martinez we call him Ed. We are the two children in picture and we have an old friend who we call grandfather jose and our other companions who are Lillian and another child is alex. grandpa jose adopted me and my sibling he fed us when he saw us sleeping on a street. grandpa jose's job is to scavenge, he is looking for something that can be sold and eaten because he has no source of income and no one will hire him because he is old. later on, grandpa jose took us to the garbage dump and that's where we learned how to trash together with my brother so we could earn more money and have something to eat at night. because of the garbage, my brother and grandpa jose and I can eat, we do this every day so that we don't starve.

Maybe others think what we do is dirty and disgusting but we don't like it either and we can't do anything because here we can buy what we need. Even though our situation is difficult, there is nothing we can do if we persevere to survive and fight life's challenges. As a child, I have been thinking a lot, I also dream like others, I also dream of getting out of this life because we do it hard. I also want to study to get out of the difficulties of life. I also told myself that everything I save now will go to school with my brother. I also promised myself that I'm not the only one up to this point.

I had to go through a lot of hardships because of the hardships I experience every day. I feel like I want to give up, I don't want to fight. But suddenly I looked up and thought I had a brother who was also counting on me. It is necessary to fight because my brother does not give up for us either. I always tell my brother that no matter how hard life is, we can handle it. will fight and fight because it is God who will guide us and watch over us.

one day my brother and I started dreaming. I asked my brother what do you want to be when you grow up? he said to me "brother, I want to be a doctor so that no one gets sick from me and also I can treat Grandpa Jose because he is always sick" that was the word that touched me so much what my brother said. I worked hard at trading those hours. I was late at night just so I could buy my uniform to go to school. One day, I was able to enroll in school, a few years later, I also enrolled my brother. we are able to study well and of course while studying my brother and I still trade when we don't have school and we get home early from school.

In our study we will not lose people who do not understand us what kind of work we have. sometimes I see my brother crying because our job is trading. I want to hurt people, I want to avenge my brother, but I prefer to keep quiet and leave everything to my God. Our classmates bullied us again and again because of how we are. I always ask why there are such kind of people who should understand us because they are lucky they have a good life they are lucky they have a good life and they are lucky they can study without a problem what they will eat the next day, they are lucky because they have parents teaching them, loving them. I want to tell them that you are very lucky because we have nothing to be proud of.

until all the ups and downs in life we finished together with my siblings. I am one of the teachers now standing in front of you telling a story about what happened here in the field that I showed you, yes you are right I am this boy and my brother with me, if you can ask grandfather jose we are still strong and living who has a good house and can eat three times a day can also buy good clothes. if you can ask where my brother is, he is in a university studying to become a doctor because that is his dream. I hope this will be motivation for you, my dear students. I am your teacher again Mr. Gregory Martinez I will be your guide in everything and I will be with you in fulfilling your dreams. choose to be a good child and always choose to fulfill your dreams in life, always pray because only God is our support and defense in all the problems that come

Sir Greg: goodbye class

children: goodbye sir, thank you for teaching us mabuhay

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jerick07 · 11 months

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Jerick Bautista/Arvin jhay breva

REPORTAGE

A WORLD OF ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES

SIR GREG: GOODBYE CLASS

CHILDREN: GOOD BYE SIR, THANKYOU FOR TEACHING US MABUHAY.

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lettuce-prays · 1 year

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Chapter 1: A New Legacy

On a warm summer day, a young man named Keys sat on the grass, back against the wall of the lab. He was on the ground writing his findings after watching 2 trainers battle nearby. So, while a Nidoking may have a type disadvantage against a Poliwrath, it can learn Thunderbolt which is surprisingly effective when Poliwrath misses its Hydro Pump. Ever since the Unified Rules for Battling passed in the Indigo League 2 Years ago, Keys had been studying under Professor Oak in trying to become a Master Trainer like his father before him. He had notes about just about every Pokemon he could find in the Kanto region.

Unfortunately for him, it’s hard to study strong Pokemon in Pallet Town. It’s great for starting trainers, who don’t know how to battle. The Pokemon around are generally pretty weak, but the most frustrating thing Keys has seen is new trainers getting frustrated dealing with the Occasional Metapod or Kakuna that they encounter. You can only learn so much from that, and Keys needs more knowledge if he wants to become a master. It’s been nice studying the occasional Gym Challenger who comes by Pallet Town on their way to Cinnabar Island, but Keys wants more than just staring at the Pokedex and watching broadcasted battles from the Pokemon League.

“Were you waiting for me?” Rang a voice that can only be described as ‘Grandpa.’

Professor Oak stood in front of Keys, his white lab coat showing the signs of recently being repair after their trip studying a flock of Spearow went awry. The sunlight bouncing off his grey hair letting everyone know that he knows more and has seen more than just about anyone else. He is flanked by a young woman, her face showing a clear youth and inexperience, nervousness mixed with excitement. She’s wearing a T-Shirt and Jeans. Her hair a mix between curl and wave, she looked to be about the same age as Keys.

“Well Professor, if you weren’t half an hour late, I wouldn’t have been.” Keys snarkily responded. That’s how his relationship with the Professor had always been. One of sarcastic questions with snarky retorts.

“My apologies my dear pupil, I just had to run and grab our new friend here,” The Professor said. His hand reached out to pull Keys up from the grass he had placed himself in before gesturing to the young woman beside him. “This is Alice, she is just beginning her Pokemon Journey today.”

“It’s so wonderful to meet you!” Alice’s voice shot up. She definitely didn’t seem like she was used to meeting new people, especially on a day which is going to be nerve-wracking to begin with.

“Likewise. Keys is the name, studying battles is my game.” He reached out his hand, now free from The Professors, to shake her hand.

“Keys here has been studying with me for quite some time,” The Professor remarked. “He has been instrumental in helping me understand how some Pokemon’s capabilities influences the environments they live in.”

“That’s a fancy way of saying I understand Pokemon Types and Battling Capabilities.” Keys interjected. He’d been through this spiel enough times by this point. If he had a coin for every time the professor talked about how important his assistant was in his research, he could buy TM48 Hyper Beam from the Celadon Department Store.

“Yes, Keys has been quite engaged in his studies and I couldn’t imagine where my research would be without him.” The Professor was speaking honestly. Keys could remember him being confused as to why a wild Pidgey was unable to attack a Haunter with Tackle. “In any case, its about time that we get going with today. We have a lot to do.”

The Professor pulled his keys out to open the Laboratory. Keys put his Journal back in his bag and slung the gray satchel over his shoulder. As the Professor opened the Lab and turned on the lights, Alice followed him close by with Keys in tow. The lab had multiple tables with a variety of papers strewn about. One table specifically was covered with Oak’s findings on Pidgey migration patterns, where he noticed that wherever Spearow were more common Pidgey seemed to be less frequent. Only Professor Oak would be willing or more importantly able to figure that out. The back wall is covered with multiple bookshelves worth of journals and books of Professor Oak’s research. Keys remembered his first assignment being to sort all the books and journals in alphabetical order which took him 3 weeks to complete. Next to the bookshelves is a computer where the Professor spent his time organizing the Pokedex so that Keys could prepare it to be given to all the new trainers.

“So, Alice,” The Professor Began. “As you know, the way that people come into owning their first Pokemon varies from person to person. Some people receive theirs by their parents sponsoring them when they are 10, Some people receive one from graduating from Pokemon School, Some receive them as a gift, Some others buy Pokeballs and throw them until they catch a Pokemon, And some others bond with a wild Pokemon before eventually catching them as their partner.” The Professor then began walking towards a table.

Keys had heard this speech time and time again. He’s seen a variety of people come to the lab to receive a partner. Some of those people were as young as 10, the oldest he’d seen was 22. Regardless, he was familiar with all this. To the point he knew that he was to walk to the corner of the lab, so he was in position for the spectacle he was about to be a part of.

“You however are a special case. On very rare occasions, I sponsor some people their first Pokemon.” The Professor continued. “It is my personal belief that all people should be exposed to the wonderful creatures we call Pokemon, and the best way is by having them as partners. Therefore, it is my pleasure to give you the option to pick between the following Pokemon to be your very first partner.”

Keys flipped a switch and the lights dimmed on the half of the lab they were in. Except for 3 spotlights which now shone onto the table. Professor Oak pulled the sheet off the table revealing the 3 Pokeballs standing on the table. The Professor had given out so many of these Pokemon that Keys was so familiar with the plaques in front of each Pokeball, a brief descriptor of each Pokemon.

Bulbasaur the Seed Pokemon. A Grass and Poison Type. The easiest of the 3 starters to train, the plant on its back sprouts and grows with this Pokemon. It evolves into the Grass and Poison Type Venusaur.

Charmander the Lizard Pokemon. A Fire Type. The most challenging of the three to raise, From the time it is born, a flame burns at the tip of its tail. Its life would end if the flame were to go out. It evolves into the Fire and Flying Type Charizard.

Squirtle the Tiny Turtle Pokemon. A Water Type. An intermediately challenging Pokemon to raise, It shelters itself in its shell then strikes back with spouts of water at every opportunity. It evolves into the Water type Blastoise.

“Professor,” Alice stood, her jaw about ready to hit the floor. “Thank you so much for this wonderful opportunity. This might just go down as the best day in my life. I’ve thought about it for a while now, but I think the partner that I will choose has to be, Squirtle.” Alice began to walk towards the Pokeball holding the Squirtle. Before she even touched the Pokeball the excited Pokemon popped out of the Pokeball on its own power. Alice stood shocked before moving towards the Pokemon picking it up into her arms.

The Professor then turned to Keys. “Well?”

“Well what?” Keys asked.

“It’s your turn.”

#pokemon #fanfic #original character #on ao3 #first chapter

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mothergamer28 · 2 years

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My dad was sick with Cancer when I was a kid. It was a scary thing because I had always thought of my dad as this strong person who loved to make terrible dad jokes and loved to make people laugh. I had never seen him sick, not like this. He did beat it. It was a relief because my dad was still in the world and he was okay. My relationship with my dad was always complicated, with my mom too actually. My dad's parents raised me and my brother Rob for most of our lives. There was even a period of time Dad and I didn't talk for four years. I was angry with him for a lot of things and saddened by a few, but I still loved him. I just couldn't be around him during that time.

It was my stepmom that got us to talk again. She has always been this gentle, patient presence. By that time I was a parent myself with three daughters. My stepmom started showing him photos of my daughters and talking about how nice it would be for them to know their grandfather. She got Dad to take that first step and at first I was wary as I explained to him that if I felt in any way he was going to hurt my girls that would be it. Dad agreed and we went slow, getting to know each other again and realizing we weren't who we were before. Both of us had changed and become different people, but it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. In a way, I think my dad grew up a bit and I had gotten better about saying no and setting firm boundaries. As an adult my relationship with him was better and he genuinely adores his granddaughters and has a good rapport with them.

Last year, Dad wasn't feeling well and my stepmom and I both encouraged him to see the doctor, get checked out. He did listen and they wanted to run tests, he had to see so many doctors. Finally after all that was done, he called to tell me what was going on. I didn't cry until after I got off the phone with him. The doctors told him the good news was they caught it early so they could go over treatment plans with him. Dad told me they found cancerous cells and it was prostate Cancer. In spite of being told that, he had this positive attitude about it, saying he had good doctors and he was not giving up.

I know Dad didn't like the radiation treatments, but he did them. He was so glad to be done with them and then the next set of treatments was injection treatments. He was tired a lot and I know there were days that were rough for him with the nausea from the treatments. Yet, he didn't give up and he kept doing the running he loves. My dad runs 5k marathons for fun for various charities, many for children's hospitals. It's something he's done since I was a kid. The participation medals he gets, Dad goes to the children's hospital in his area and gives out the medals to the kids and telling them how they're the real heroes because they're not giving up. Dad's doctors think that because he insisted on being active and kept running during all his treatments that it may have helped with beating the Cancer. He agreed to be part of a study they want to do about it.

Today, Dad let everyone know the news. They had to do some labs and run some tests to be sure, but he beat his prostate Cancer. They said they found no trace of cancerous cells and it had not spread anywhere else. It's official. Dad beat Cancer twice. I'm so relieved and grateful that he's still here with us and he gets to keep being my dad, a grandpa, and a great grandpa. My stepmom definitely helped my dad to be a better person and she helped him through this just like she did the first time. I tried to be there for her as much as possible just like she was for me. We both had a moment of crying and saying how much we loved each other and how glad we are that Dad is okay. Dad never gave up even when it was hard and I'm so proud of him.

#cancerfree #family

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kyberled · 2 years

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send “penny for your thoughts” for me to talk about... || Accepting

@lionthought asked:

penny for your thoughts, lightsaber combat styles!

Ooh, this is a fun one! I’ve talked about it a few times before, but I never really get tired of it.

So, his fighting styles are based off of what he’s taught. Every Jedi learns Shi-Cho. That’s where they start off, so when he’s very little, that’s what he starts with. The older he gets, though, the more he moves away from it. He starts adopting more complex styles, and eventually combining the styles in something that fits him. (I’m also going to write this here so I don’t end up repeating myself ad nauseum: he prefers fighting jar’kai style.

So, after graduating from Shi-Cho, he studies Soresu and Ataru. Of the two, he primarily learns Soresu. It's his master's primary style, after all, and it's well suited to the sort of combat he finds himself in most often. The more defensive style is great for deflecting barrages of blaster bolts.

Of course, as I said, he also practices Ataru. It’s not his primary style, but he needs to know how to use it for a few reasons. Firstly, it’s much easier to defend against a style you already know. Secondly, as someone who practices multiple martial arts, I can say first hand you never know what you’re going to learn from different styles. Different techniques, exercises, philosophies, histories… There’s so much to learn. And then there’s the cultural/lineage aspect. Learning Ataru is a part of his ‘family tree’, as it were. Plus, it’s just fun.

The next bit is a cherished little bit of canon that came about through a long string of threads, asks, IMs, and discord conversations. So, my main Mace is over at nieithryn. He and Braig are very close. That's the kiddo's grandpa. It's from him that Braig learns Vapaad.

Now, I should note that Braig doesn't often use this form in its entirety. First, it takes a long time to learn, and he’s still a student. He never finished studying it when the Order fell. He was still just a kid. He had a long way to go before he felt even remotely like he truly understood all of the nuances. The other aspect is how it connects to the Force. It's more dangerous in that sense than some other styles. Braig knows this. He usually only taps into that part of the style in controlled settings (at least during the war), usually the training sessions with Mace. It kind of scares him.

He’s seen, over the course of the war especially, what the Dark side does to you. He’s felt it. It’s terrifying. And as a Force-sensitive, he’s felt it try to call him, too. He doesn’t like when it gets louder. It’s especially dangerous on the field of war. Emotions are running high, and it’s easy for concentration to lapse. He doesn't want to take that risk unless there's no other option.

Of course, he'll still use the movements where he can. They're fun, and effective if used properly. And it's good practice.

Now, Braig has always been a very dynamic fighter. He's small and wiry and fast, and he knows it. That's something he capitalises on. He doesn't like fighting opponents on a straight line if he can avoid it. (Neither do I, personally.) This is accentuated after the Galé mission. He learned a lot from the locals about freefalling - especially the mountain people. He also got a lot of high stakes, hands on experience. Combine that with the Force, and it's a lot of fun. He feels absolutely no shame about just flinging himself in the air as part of a combat move. He’s a hard one to pin down!

Oh, and this should go without saying, he fights dirty. He believes in honour, yes. He has morals, yes. He wants to avoid fighting if he can, of course. But if he has to fight, if he has to defend himself or someone else, he fights dirty. Distractions, joint locks, using the Force to manipulate sabers… It’s all fair game.

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Here are the facts about me

Lets begin now

Hi I am Ashley Laine Lim

18 years of age

I am commonly known in Malaysia as

Ashley Park instead of Ashley Lim,

Because my Grandpa is a half Korean which is the last name is park,so i used it as a screen name in school

My mom is pure chinese

Then my dad is half korean,1/4 Pilipino(because his dad is a half Pilipino too) and 1/4 chinese.were a lot of mix blood actually

I can speak,tagalog,english,not yet very fluent in chinese,a little bit korean(and now currently studying Bisaya language)And a BM language

I currently living here in the Philippines for 2 years alr

Im a typical spoiled brat and wicked actually

I am also choosy about on foods

Im very quite in real life ,but in social media i am some of those annoying and faggot thingy you know...because i cannot see them...

I rarely hang out since i came here unexpected...the vacation supposed to be ..and end up living here for 2 years because of the pandemic...

My mom job is a prosecutor

And while my dad is some an CIA hahaha damn i shouldnt be saying this for my protection then

Anyway...its doesnt matter then

Im with my cousin,my mom nephew

I'm now currently studying Form 5 subjects for my SPM exam this year or maybe next year...its depends..soon ill be coming back from my hometown,but not sure yet..i still have to talk about my dad on it

My soul was reach in the philippines because of a tragic happened in my life past 2 years ago..

When i was in form 4 i have this special someone

Lets call him "Whee"

Whee is in another school which is in Boys school

We met accidentally during my tuition class which is happened when i am in form 2 ,and we became close as i didnt expected it,like i said im quite shy and introvert in real life..alright,so he added me in facebook,get my hp number,we eventually become so close by always talking...sometimes he went to my school ,then send me home like that ,when we reach form 4,he kinda change abit....he slowly giving a hint that he likes me,well i am too young at the time so i dont mind at all...besides dating at the age of 16 years old is not in my vocabulary... too young to fall inlove...nah,his a typical guy ,so handsome,and a quite demonic...his perfect for my attitude...he always says i like you,willing to wait until your ready...we dont need to rush things ...and i told him,not yet really in my mind having a bf ah...but then i alr have a crush on him...1 year ago...his nice actually and caring all his time ,was only for me...he didnt change despite of pushing him always...he gotta say only...alright i know were both too young for this but then my heart beat only for you...willing to wait until you turn 18 years old...there's nothing change ash,you still the girl i like from the momenth i saw you in that tuition class....then ,in middle of form 3 he start going to my house,talking to my dad,my mom,they become close,we even study together in my house..and parents got trust him on everything...sometimes dad gotta told him that pls send ashley home Leo...then Whee gotta say okay uncle i love that..dont worry ill take care of your previous daughter......then its nearly Januaryhe start asking me hang out,eating outside,then my parents gotta say okay,dont go home late,dont do stupid things...like that..i thought my parents gotta approved him to become my bf ,but instead they start banning Whee of coming to our house,which is im a bit sad..ofcourse i used to him always by my side...and all of a sudden he will go far away from me..i didnt see it coming...i cry hard everynight because Whee has no access to my life anymore..my dad become more strict about me,he always there waiting for me in school,sending me back to our house...we also stop talking to each other which is new with me...no more good morning,good evening,no more i missed you,because dad confiscate my phone,he doesnt want me to talk to Whee anymore...he said Whee is not good for me because his not a chinese...cut that crap then...and one time my dad has a business trip with Whee's father so that night he sent a text with me that his dad and my dad is going to business trip for 1 week,lets go hang out ,i really missed you alr..no more calls,text and chat..i want to spent my whole 1 week with you so can we met outside your house...ill be waiting there for you...pls go out with me??he asked me like that ,but while me thinking hard,what if my dad knows,what if we gotta get caught ?? Whats worst scenario going to happen with us..??what if i tell him lets stop seeing each other?it could save us from danger ....but because im too imprudent i said yes with him..not thinking 1000 of thought what gonna be happened if we go out with out my papa's approval..so we agreed to go in pavilion KL,and thats the most unforgettable moments of mylife that i dont wanna talked about..i regret alot ...if i only listened to my parents,if i only tried to talked things out with Whee then things would be in different now....i shouldn't be ruining someeone else life,if i ,talked to him sincerely,he is still in Malaysia living a life he wants to be...damn,they are right...regret is always in the end..

We haven't yet reach to pavilion KL when that car crashed happen....his the one driving the car and im next to him which is in the passenger seat....we didnt see it coming the big truck...and its too late for him to brake ....the moment i saw him in blood ,i wanted to kill myself for being too stupid ...while his out of his senses i keep calling someone help...my whole body is shaking,i even forgot i can call 211 for help..just because im too overwhelmed of what happened i forgot how i still keep hugging his blooded body and shaking him...if your going to die i better die there too,i know your parents gonna haunt me forever for what happened with you...and i was right really ...because your mom wants me to be in prison at that time....oh how i wish im the one lying in the coffin not you...im the one to be blamed...after my long coma,the hatred awaited me ,instead of asking how i am?? But i didnt hear that from your parents..i stead they are cursing me nonstop..i didnt even attend your funeral....i was in distressed knowing your alr gone,how can you so fast leaving me all alone...i thought you said ,you wont leave me until the end but you end up leaving me in agony and in traumatic situation...all along i thought your here for me...comfort me to those who bullied me but then again,you leave me in my crying heart out ....i wanted to hug you one last time but its too late for mw to do that....i blamed for what happened with you...there's no such happy things happened with me the momenth your gone,i lost all my hopes...i wanted to end my life then....i wanted to shut down the whole world for me....i wana be with you for the rest of my life but how can i if my parents get on me cutting my wrisk to end everything on me....i missed you like crazy...i dont know how to begun my life that time....even now....i silently blaming myself for being stupid ....you should be here smiling at me and teasing with me nonstop....but then everything change just a glimpsed of my eye.....you've long gone...and i bet your the most perfect bf i have then....so now its been more than two years but i am still stuck with you...and i lately i talked to stranger which is also same as your name...and that hits me different...the moment i knew his name,all the things im trying hard to forget about you..it came flushing back that makes me more get hurt and lonely...i do not know why i easily attached with him....i always fight for him everytime he ignored me and no time for me...i am not like that with you before...maybe im inlove with him,or maybe i see him as you... i do not know exactly....but then the way he cared for me ....it all remember me with you....should i stay aways from him??i dont want to replace you in my heart...even if i have to get hurt...i should be the one to stay away from him....it all good for us both...since he didnt sure about his feelings for me...he said he love me but his words is very opposite of his action ....i dont know either.....maybe his just bored or what....

But then....i should care less...i might be hurt if im too attached for someone isnt sure about his feelings for me.....

Whenever you are right now...i wish your happy over there...i missed you always....

Good bye Whee

And i love you one last time

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