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Chapter 7 - New Allies

Hello everyone! Hope you’re all being safe and staying indoors in these difficult times. Hope you all are coping well with the whole thing and keep yourselves healthy and happy.

To help you all pass the time I’m posting chapter 7 of my Gaara fic! Hope you all enjoy it! :D

Fanfic title: ??? Word count: 4139 Fandom: Naruto Pairing: eventual Gaara x OC, cannon pairings Genre: Friendship, Adventure, Hurt/Comfort Warnings: None

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After the three Shinobi from Suna left, Shin had asked her teammates to spare her some time. It took some heavy-handed pleading on her part to get Sasuke to wait while she and Naruto convinced Konohamaru and his posse into leaving their “playdate” for another time. But once he agreed to it, Shin knew she had them all. Sakura wouldn’t leave before Sasuke.

Finally, as the sun set down in the horizon, Team Seven found themselves on the rooftop of Shin and Naruto’s apartment building. Shin served them all some iced green tea.

"What's that over there?" Sakura asked, pointing to a make-do wooden structure at the edge of the roof.

The structure was small, with barely enough room for three people to sit underneath it, but it was well made and seemed safe.

"Oh, that's a little gazebo Naruto-chan and I build. We hang out there sometimes when the sun is too bad or when it's raining."

"Shin-chan's apartment doesn't have a veranda like mine so we build that.” Naruto continued with a big smile. “She comes over to play her guitar and she's really good, believe it!"

"It's a lute, Naruto-chan." Shin spoke with a little smile. "But thanks."

"So out with it, Shin-chan!" Naruto urged impatiently. “Tell us what you know about these Chūnin Exams!”

Shin nodded excitedly, running her brown eyes over the three pair of curious gazes on her.

“I have it from a good source that Kakashi-sensei will sign us up for the Chūnin Exams!” Shin announced with a conspiratorial smile. “And from what I heard, three others of this year’s Team Leaders are going to indicate their students for the Exams too.”

“And how would you know that?” Sakura asked. “Kakashi-sensei spent the whole day with us. There’s no way he could’ve told you that himself.”

Shin’s smile faltered for a second.

“You see… only teams of three can take the Exams. I won’t be able to take part in the exams with you.”

Shin observed her teammates and each of them had a very different reaction. Sakura stared at her with wide eyes that were a mix of sadness and surprise. Sasuke sipped his tea quietly, watching Shin attently but giving away nothing of his thoughts. And Naruto…

“THERE’S NO WAY THAT’S GONNA HAPPEN!”

Naruto wasn’t taking it well.

“Naruto-chan, please…”

“No, Shin-chan! It’s not fair that you’re gonna get cut loose like that, believe it! I don’t care if the exams were made for teams of three. We can’t just leave you! You’re part of Team Seven! Right Sakura-chan?”

Sakura was taken aback by Naruto’s outburst but quickly recovered herself and nodded in agreement. “Yes! There should be something we can do about this! After all, it was the Academy that split us in a team of four. They are responsible for this discrepancy in numbers so they must take action as to keep you from being harmed by their decision. I’m sure the Hokage wouldn’t allow it.”

“Yeah! Let’s go talk to that old man!”

Shin stared as her friends came up with a plan of action with wide eyes. She knew Naruto would protest, but didn’t expect Sakura to join him and for them to immediately come up with strategies to help her.

It made something warm spread on her chest as a blush spread on her cheeks.

“Guys, wait a minute, please.” Shin spoke, getting their attention again. “There’s more to this news.”

“You two are too hot-headed.” Sasuke commented. “She said she wasn’t going to participate with us, not that she wasn’t going to participate at all.”

Shin nodded.

“It seems Kakashi-sensei was planning on nominating us for the Chūnin Exams for a while now. He got in contact with a Jonin back in Takigakure who used to be a friend of my mom’s. She is a Team Leader back there, and it seems one of the Genin under her dropped out a few days ago. She came here today to ask me if I’d be willing to take part with her team and I said yes. Right now they must be talking it over with the Hokage.”

As Shin finished her explanation, she noticed Naruto gained an almost somber expression.

“Naruto-chan…” Shin called softly, bumping shoulders with him. “I’m sorry about this. I didn’t want to leave you guys, but it was the only way all of us could participate in the exams together.”

Naruto sighed and nodded. “I know, but…”

“Yes?”

Naruto groaned as if he carried all of the world’s suffering on his shoulders.

“Why can’t Sasuke go instead? We’d be better off without him, believe it.”

Immediately, Sakura put Naruto in a headlock. “How dare you, Naruto?! Sasuke-kun is the best in our team!”

Shin laughed nervously as she tried to pry Sakura’s arms from Naruto’s neck.

“Shin-” Sasuke called, making all three turn their attention to him. “-you used to live near Takigakure, right?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know these new Genin that will be part of your team?”

Shin laughed and scratched the back of her head. “Well, it’s not really my team since I’ll be the “outsider”, but yes! I do know them! We used to play together when I lived there. Also, their te-”

“Are they strong?”

“Uh?” Shin was confused for a moment, until she caught the glint in Sasuke’s eyes. When she turned to Naruto, he was staring at her in much the same way.

She giggled. “Yes, they’re pretty strong.”

This is going to be interesting, uh?

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On the following day, Shin didn’t go with Naruto to meet with the rest of Team Seven for their usual debriefing. Instead she walked straight towards Konoha’s gates.

It was time to greet her new teammates.

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“Shin-kun, you’re early.”

The girl startled and turned around, finding none other than her new teacher standing behind her.

“Rashu-sensei! Good morning!” Shin greeted with a big smile. Then, noticing the metal flask in her hand, she swallowed. “Isn’t it a bit too early to be drinking?”

Rashu smirked and took a long swig of her flask.

“Time is an illusion, Shin-kun.”

“...What?”

Kotagi Rashu was a young Jonin from Takigakure, barely 20 years old and she had already made a name for herself in and out of her village. With more than 100 A-rank and 10 S-rank missions she was a force to be reckoned with.

Sure, she didn’t look like it with her pixie-cut orange hair and big blue eyes. She always had a lazy smirk on her lips and wore a tight blue sports bra with a open Jonin vest over it, and on her lower half she had a pair of black, mid-thigh spandex shorts, mesh stockings and blue Shinobi sandals on her feet. Rashu also wore a pair of blue fingerless gloves on her hands and an enormous scroll tied to her lower back.

Despite her ranking, Rashu was a laid-back woman, who lived by one simple philosophy: “things aren’t a problem until they become a problem”.

Rashu used a student-turned-friend to her mother. Shin remembered the Jonin showing up at her home every once in a while to train with her mother. Sometimes she’d even watch and try to imitate them.

And when Rashu came around she used to bring-

“Oh, they’re here.”

Shin turned back to face the city gates and immediately her eyes focused on the people in question. Approaching Konoha with haughty looks on their faces were her childhood friends.

And Shin could only stare wide-eyed at them.

Meguyuta Hajii and Meguyuta Aoni, the twins born to the head of the Meguyuta clan, the richest family from Takigakure and maybe even the most powerful.

Long ago, when Takigakure’s traitor Kakuzu had escaped prison to kill the village’s Elders and steal their secret scrolls, it was the Meguyuta clan who most contributed to restore the village’s secret techniques. The clan had been know to collect many powerful and rare scrolls, keeping them in a secret location under lock and key. So, after Kakuzu’s attack, the new leaders went to them for help. And they received as much help as they wished for and more.

For a price, of course.

Since then, the Meguyutas enjoyed influence and privileges that allowed them to vastly expand their wealth. Many of the lands around Takigakure belonged to them and they enjoyed lots of benefits when it came to product taxation.

Which didn’t mean they were content to just enjoy their wealth as Feudal Lords usually did. The Meguyuta liked packing some punch, tying power that was their own to their name instead of hiring mercenaries and Shinobi for their protection. Which was why Shin wasn’t surprised to hear that the family’s heirs would take the Chūnin Exams.

Meguyuta Aoni was the oldest from the twins and the official family heir. She had grown as pretty as can be, with silky silver hair kept tied in a neat braid over her shoulder and green eyes that reminded Shin of Sakura’s. Her attire was a light pink, sleeveless dress with a zipper that ran from its high collar to the hem at the middle of her thighs. Her legs were covered by black leggings that even from far away looked extremely comfortable, and on her feet she wore black Shinobi boots. Aoni had a wide gold bracelet in each wrist and a large and a broad-headed Dao sword strapped to her back. Her forehead protector was tied loosely around her neck.

Her twin brother Hajii was somehow even prettier than her. He had the same green eyes and silver hair, which was neatly cut, only a few inches long overall, with the exception of his bangs, which were kept longer and parted on the side, tucked behind his ears. The boy wore a pure white skin-tight V-cut tank top and baggy grey pants that were tucked into black Shinobi sandals. He had a multi-layered gold necklace with his a sunflower - his clan’s symbol - hanging from the last chain. Weapon-wise Shin could only see the traditional kunai-holster all Ninja had strapped to his right thigh, just above his Takigakure protector.

They’re nothing like the children I remembered. Shin thought and couldn’t help the blush that rose on her cheeks when she looked down at herself. I should’ve had dressed better for this.

Shin swallowed her embarrassment and smiled brightly at her friends as they finally reached her. She had wanted to pull both into a long-overdue hug, but something kept her from it; as if they were in a whole level above herself.

“It’s so nice to see you two again!” She said. “Aoni-chan, Hajii-chan… I really missed you two!”

The twins gave her a deadpan stare before exchanging a look. It made Shin’s smile drop. The last thing she expected from her friends was silence. When they used to play together they were energetic and borderline needy in their demands for her time and attention.

Did I do something?

Shin’s mind was already running a wild, wondering why her friends were being like that when Hajii let out a long-suffering sigh and opened his arms wide.

“Sorry Ao-nee. I just can’t.”

Next thing Shin knew she was pulled in a hug by Hajii. The kind of hug that squeezed the air out of her lungs and didn’t let go for long moments as the one giving it rubbed his cheek against hers in an almost uncomfortable manner.

“You’re weak, Hajii!” Aoni yelled at her brother. “We were supposed to be mad at her!”

W-What?

“I am mad at her.” Hajii replied, but didn’t let go. “But I missed her… Come on, I know you want to hug her too.”

Confused as hell, Shin stared at Aoni wondering what she would do - kind of hoping she’d follow her brother’s urging and give her a hug too - but the other girl just crossed her arms and averted her eyes from the scene.

Rashu laughed-

“I see you three need some time to catch up. See you all later!”

-and disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving a very disoriented Shin to deal with a clingy Hajii and a fuming Aoni.

What?

---

A few minutes later, and the trio found themselves inside a nearly empty coffee shop. Aoni and Hajii had both ordered the same thing - a matcha latte - while Shin had a cup of simple green tea. Shin was sitting in front of the twins, nursing her tea and occasionally stealing glances at them as she built up the courage to speak.

For a few minutes they sat in a silence that was only broken by the loud slurping sounds of Hajii enjoying his drink as he unashamedly stared back and forth between Shin and his sister.

Shin took a deep breath and at last fixed her brown eyes on Aoni’s.

“Aoni-chan-”

“It’s Meguyuta-san to you, Shin.”

Shin was visibly crestfallen at that response and had to physically hold back tears at the brusqueness of it. She didn’t understand what she had done to warrant such treatment.

“Alright… Meguyuta-san.” She spoke slowly, trying hard not to let her voice break. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I did for you to get so angry at me-”

“I’m angry too you know.” Hajii pointed out.

“Eh… right. I don’t know what I did for you two to be angry at me, but I’m still terribly sorry. Whatever I’ve done I assure you I never meant to harm you. So please-”

“Whatever you’ve done?” Aoni echoed, slamming her paper cup on the table. “Do you really have no idea why we are angry at you?”

“I-I…”

“You left! With no warning or goodbye! You just left us and we had to hear about it from Rashu-sensei!”

Shin swallowed as tears finally fell from her wide eyes. “I-”

“How do you think we felt? Tsurugi-san and Atsuuta-san were important to us too, you know? We loved them and we loved going to play with you and then-” The words caught in Aoni’s throat as tears filled her green eyes. “-then they were murdered. We tried so hard to reach you during their funeral but you never left that strange man’s side. And on the following day we tried to visit you at the hospital but you were suddenly gone. You didn’t- you didn’t even say goodbye to us. Not even a damn note!”

“Calm down, Ao-nee.” Hajii tried, gazing at the few other customers in the coffee shop. “People are staring.”

“Let them!”

“Aoni-chan…” Shin called softly.

“It’s Meguyuta-san t-to you.”

Shin stared at her friend crying unapologetically in front of her, feeling a heavy weight settle on her heart. All Aoni said was true. After her parents were killed she had left her house and village without hesitation or looking back. At the time she had just followed that man without a second thought, him, the one who had saved her life.

Jiraya-san…

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Shin didn’t know how much time had passed since her mom started fighting against their attacker. Maybe minutes, maybe an hour… regardless she remained still, crying silently over her father’s body. Around her the battle sounds continued loud and strong.

And suddenly they stopped.

As if awaking from a nightmare, Shin raised her wide and teary eyes to the world around her. On shaky legs she finally stood up and took some steps forward, away from her house and closer to the forest.

“Mama?” She called in a small voice. She was hopeful, so hopeful.

A shadow appeared in the darkness then. A large man with green-black eyes and a slashed forehead protector from Takigakure on his head. He wore a black cape with red clouds that had been mostly destroyed during the fight, and hanging limp over his shoulder was-

“Mama!” Shin screamed and ran towards her mother. “Let her go!”

The man’s cold eyes glanced at her, took in her disheveled, tear-stricken appearance with disgust. Once she was close enough, he didn’t hesitate: he kicked her hard in the gut and sent her flying until her little body slammed against a tree.

“Don’t go getting me dirty with your snot. Dry-cleaning is expensive.” The villain spoke in a gruff voice. “Your bitch mother might be worth her weight in gold but she already cost me my partner you know? Well, I was gonna kill him soon but still."

Shin barely could hear what he was saying as she gasped and coughed in turns, trying to get some air in her lungs. Slowly she pushed herself to her feet, feeling blood streak down her mouth and chin.

"Oh? You want some more? I wasn't going to kill you, but I can adapt."

Shin cried. "Let my Mama go."

The man laughed.

And then disappeared from her sight.

Only to materialize in front of her with a large, black fist raised in the air.

Shin wasn't sure what had happened but next thing she knew the man was flying away from her, and only stopped when his back slammed violently on a tree.

"So you're in the business of killing children now? I must admit I didn't think even the Akatsuki would go so low."

That voice was one Shin had never heard before. It was warm and full of confidence.

And it came from right behind her.

Slowly Shin turned around and found a middle-aged, white-haired man standing tall behind her. He was glaring harshly at the bad man, but when he lowered his eyes to her, they mellowed out and a full grin stretched on his face. It was a smile just for her, the kind of smile which had the sole purpose of making someone else smile back.

"Don't you worry, sweetheart. I'm here to help you." He said.

"W-Who are you?"

"Im the Great Toad Sage from Mount Myoboku, Jiraya!” He spoke flamboyantly, before softening his smile again. “I met your mother a few times before, when she was a Konoha Shinobi."

"How heartwarming."

Shin startled at the derisive voice coming from the bad guy and quickly scurried to hide behind Jiraya's legs.

"I don't think we've met before.” Jiraya growled, outting himself fully in front of Shin. “What's your name?"

"None of your business, Sannin."

"The way I see it, there's two ways things can go. You can either give Tsurugi-san to me and leave without a word. Or I'll make you. Personally, I'd rather avoid spilling any more blood in front of a child. And I think you'd rather do the same; you are in pretty bad shape."

The bad man visibly glowered. "I won't just give up on 300.000 yen."

Shin saw Jiraya clench his fists by his sides. "That's a child's mother you're talking about."

"Not anymore. Now she's just another dead body."

The words hit Shin like a sledgehammer on the chest, knocking all the air out of her. Her little hands grabbed tightly on the fabric of her protector's pants as she buried her face there. But even that wasn't enough to stifle her crying. Shin's bawling was loud and full of despair as she felt her world crumble beneath her feet.

"M-Mama…"

Jiraya glared at the bad man in front of him.

"I won't forgive you for this."

There was a dry thump of a body hitting the ground and Shin flinched and buried her head further against the man's legs.

"We'll see ab-"

The bad man's words were cut short by a loud explosion. Shin opened her eyes, finding a cloud of dust surrounding the area where he had been. Then out of somewhere in the darkness a frog tongue shot towards the smoke and pulled back with her Mama in its grasp.

Next thing Shin knew there was a person-sized frog next to her. It stared at her with kindness in its eyes as it lowered her Mama gently to the ground in front of her.

Shin stared at it with tears in her eyes before throwing her little body over her Mama.

"Thank you." She said, over and over.

Shin wasn't sure what happened next. The two men exchanged words that had a deeper meaning that she was capable of understanding, especially overwhelmed by despair as she was.

Then more people showed up. Jonin upon Jonin joined them. Rashu was there. And Aoni and Hajii's uncle and aunt too. And some other Ninjas whose faces she knew but whose names she didn't remember.

It didn't matter who came. The ending was the same.

Her parents were dead and their killer ran away.

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There were talks after that. Between Rashu and Jiraya, and them and Takigakure's leader and elders, and Aoni and Hajii's parents too. They all talked amongst themselves and with people Shin had never ever seen before, and despite not understanding what exactly they were arguing about Shin had known it was about her.

People showed up to talk to her too, but her default response had been hiding behind Jiraya as she cried softly.

Thinking back Shin wasn't able to explain why she had become so dependent on the Sannin when there were other people around her she knew and liked. Maybe it was because he had been the first to appear and help her. Or maybe it was because he had been the one to give her Mama back to her.

The why didn't matter. The result was the same.

She had hung to Jiraya’s every word and when he said she would be safe in Konohagakure, her Mama's old village, she went with him without hesitation. Like a mouse being lulled by a flute she followed Jiraya to Konoha and didn't look back.

Until today.

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Shin couldn’t keep the tears from streaking down her face at watching Aoni cry in front of her, because of her. Hajii too; despite not showing, Shin knew the boy had been hurt just as much.

And knowing she was the one that made them sad was killing her.

Back then, Shin didn’t have many friends. Her parents home-schooled her, and the kids at the nearer village had either been a few years older or many younger than her, so it was hard to hang out with them. So when Rashu introduced her to Aoni and Hajii it had honestly reduced Shin to tears of happiness. When their parents allowed any free time, they would often come to her house to play and listen to her Papa play his lute and sing for them. Sometimes they’d invite her over to their clan’s compound for parties and events, or even just watching they train to become strong Shinobi.

Shin had loved them dearly. She still did, despite the years apart.

I was so stupid… thinking it would all be the same after so much happened.

“Aoni-chan… Hajii-chan…” Shin whispered in a trembling voice before standing from her seat.

With tears in her eyes, Shin dropped to her knees in front of her friends and touched her forehead to the floor. Both siblings stared at her with wide eyes, as well as the other few people in the coffee shop.

“I’m so sorry! I was stupid and selfish and a terrible friend to you, b-but… please believe I never wanted to hurt either of you! Please tell me what I can do to apologize to you! I-I’ll do anything you tell me to so please… Be my friends again!”

Afterwards, Shin didn’t raise her face from the floor. She remained there, eyes tightly shut, waiting for what they’d say next, dreading and hoping in equal parts.

Then the air was knocked out of her as Aoni pulled harshly on her wrist, pulling her onto her feet and into a bone-crushing hug.

“You were stupid and selfish!” Aoni screamed and cried in her ear. “But I missed you so much!”

Hajji, never one to be left out of public displays of affection, quickly adhered himself to them. “You know Shin chan… I hadn’t wanted to team up with you to this Exam. It was Ao-nee that dragged me here. She really wanted to see you again.”

“I-I’m happy she did.”

Aoni and Hajii let go and smiled at her. “Us too.”

Suddenly, in a puff of smoke, Rashu appeared with a big smile on her face, pulling all three Genin in a bear-hug.

“So happy my adorable students settled their differences! Now, onwards we go!”

“Where to, Rashu-sensei?”

“Why, training of course.” Rashu answered, letting go of them. “You guys need to practice your teamwork for this thing, and we only have five days. So get ready, because I will work you three to the bone.”

The three Genin exchanged excited glances and as one they nodded.

Rashu’s smile grew larger, almost mischievous.

“That’s the way I like it. So, Team Rashu, with me!”

#Gaara #Sabaku No Gaara #gaara x oc #osasu shin #naruto #fanfic #chapter 7 #be safe you all #take care and stay home #much love

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chungledown-bimothy · 6 years

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Impure

Hello hello hello I am not dead and still am capable of writing lmao. Here’s 1.5k to make up for it?

Summary: Blood is naturally clear and as thin as water. It darkens and thickens with each impure act. Patton has always dedicated himself to doing good and helping people- but suddenly his blood is black and so thick it doesn't drip.

Warnings: blood mention (obviously), self-harm, swearing (I am incapable of writing non-swearing Patton)

Pairing(s): logicality, blink-and-you-miss-it prinxiety

Word Count: 1530

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"Ow! Crap!" Patton muttered as his needle splintered, piercing his finger. Dropping the beanie he was knitting to donate to his local homeless shelter, he held his hand up to the light to remove the bit of wood stuck in his finger. When black ooze squeezed through the wound, as it was far too thick to describe it any other way, he let out a series of decidedly impure swear words.

Everyone knew that everyone is born with clear blood that runs like water, and every rude, immoral, selfish, or impure act makes it darker and thicker. Some people, of course, didn't care, but and others, like Patton, did as much good as they could possibly do. The state of one's blood was, of course, not without consequences. Employers made hiring and pay decisions based on blood state, landlords could deny you a lease if your blood is too thick. However, this is not a problem for the vast majority of people. Studies showed that the average adult living a decent life, not doing anything atrocious, had blood like maple syrup- medium in color and slightly thicker than water.

Patton was not "the average adult". Even before he learned about what was colloquially known as "The Blood Thing", he did as much good as he possibly could. Three years ago, when he got his job and apartment, his blood was clean- the phlebotomist who drew the samples told him that they'd never seen an adult with blood so clean. So what happened? I've been good! How could my blood go from clean to… this? There was only one way to find out- he needed to go to the Hall of Records, where every impure action is recorded.

Half an hour later, the Hall of Records loomed above him, cold and judgemental. He took a deep breath and walked through the heavy oak doors.

"Greetings. Welcome to the Hall of Records. How may I be of assistance?" Patton jumped, not noticing the man behind the reception desk.

"Howdy, Logan!", Patton said, reading the man's nameplate. "I'd love to take a little peek at my Record if I could. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"It, um, is a pleasure to meet you as well. Most people don't want to look at their Record; they see it as a…. list of personal failures, as it were. May I ask why you'd like to see yours?" Logan seemed embarrassed to ask, and Patton couldn't help but notice how adorable the man's blush was.

"Of course, kiddo! There was just a little change in my blood, and I can't seem to think of what might have caused it."

"Hmm, I see. Very unusual. Yes, I would very much enjoy helping you solve this mystery."

"Ha! Solving a mystery! Like Sherlock Holmes!"

"I- I suppose one could see it that way," Logan replied, blushing even more, "Can I get your name, so we can locate your Record?"

"Oh my, so rude of me not to introduce myself! I'm Patton, Patton Sanders."

"Sanders? What a coincidence- my best friend's surname is also Sanders. First name Virgil; do you know him, by any chance?"

"Yes! He's my baby brother! Which means you must be the Records keeper he's always talking about! Man, he looks up to you so much. What a coincidence! Small world, eh?"

"He- he does? Highly illogical; I am, as they say, a 'disaster gay'. Perhaps I should talk to him, clear up this obvious confusion." Logan muttered.

"Oh no, I've mucked it all up, haven't I? Please don't tell him I told you that; he'd never forgive me."

"Very well, I would hate to sow familial strife. Now, shall we go retrieve your Record?"

"Thank you so much, kiddo! Yes, please! Allons-y!"

"D- Doctor Who?"

"Yes!! Virge never told me you're a Whovian too! Isn't Ten just the best? He's just so- oh my, look at me, going on when we have work to do!"

"In- indeed. If you'll follow me, your Record is this way." If Patton noticed how well Logan filled out his dress slacks, well, his blood couldn't get much worse, could it?

A few minutes later, Logan stopped at one of the immense bookcases and grabbed a thin volume clearly labeled "Patton Sanders".

"Here we are- your Record."

"It's so thin! How could my blood be- never mind."

"Patton, I know we just met, but there seems to be more going on than simple curiosity about a small change in your blood. May I ask what's truly going on?"

"I- okay. Virge trusts you, and I trust his judgment. The last time my blood was checked, three years ago, my blood was clean. I'm not bragging, it just was. I pricked my finger this morning, and my blood is black sludge. I can't figure out what I did so wrong, and a Record this thin… I must have done something truly horrible, and I don't know if I can live with myself if I did something that bad. What you don't know can't hurt you."

"Falsehood. If I may, ignorance is not bliss. Knowledge is an incomparably valuable multi-purpose tool that is instrumental in identifying and solving any problem. If you're worried about getting hurt, then seek knowledge. It is our greatest weapon... and our greatest defense. I strongly believe that it is best that you know, and if it truly is as bad as you fear, you have the support of your brother… and me."

"Wow, Logan, that was beautiful. You're right. Okay, let's see what happened." Patton opened the book, and across the first page, in big, bold, red letters, simply read "GAY". He frantically flipped through the rest of the pages- Yeah, I came out last year, but this can't be it. It's not impure or wrong to be gay. Love is love. They're wrong. There must be something else. And there was. On the final page, even bigger text read, "TRANSGENDER".

"No! No. NO. This is wrong. This is what's wrong. Not me. This isn't fair, this isn't correct. NO." Patton screamed, a yell of pure rage and frustration and pain.

"Pa- Patton? What happened?" Logan asked, voice soft and concerned.

"Here. Look at it. Apparently, I'm the worst kind of person, someone who deserves this filth in my veins, for being gay and nonbinary."

"WHAT? No. Impossible. This can't be."

"Who even decides what's 'pure' or not? What asshole decided that I'm so disgusting?"

"I- I don't know. I've never been able to find any concrete information. This can't be. Then I... " Logan took his keys from his pocket, white as a sheet. With a small cry of pain, he drew his key across his arm, drawing blood. But it was hardly blood. It was sludge, barely flowing, practically a solid.

"Oh, Logan. Mine is the same. This is unfair. Is there anything we can do? You're so smart, do you know if there's an appeals process or anything?"

"Oh, um, uh, that's really sweet of you, Patton. And, uh, not- not that I know of. We don't even know who we could appeal to." Logan stuttered, blushing furiously.

"Okay, well, then there's only one thing we can do, as I see it."

"What is that?"

"Fuck the system. I've been living for the cleanest blood I can, but apparently, that's impossible given who I am. So fuck it. I'm done living for the system. From this point on, I live for myself. Do good because it's a good thing to do, not worry every second about doing something wrong."

"That sounds excellent. Perhaps we can spread the word about this, raise awareness. Obviously, the powers that be keep tabs on us; if we can create enough public outcry, they might change their minds."

"Logan that's brilliant! I could kiss you! And I know where to start! My friend Roman is an actor- maybe I can get him to say something, use his position of influence to start the conversation!"

"That… sounds like an excellent plan. And, uh, for the record, I would not necessarily be opposed to you kissing me."

"I…"

"Pardon me. That was unprofessional and completely uncalled for and I apologize. I don't know what came over me- I understand if you don't want to see-" Logan was cut off by Patton's lips against his, sweet and brief.

"It didn't make me uncomfortable. I like you, Logan, and if we're gonna have this crap in our veins, we might as well deserve it. Let me give you my number, and let's get dinner some time?"

"I'd love that."

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Ultimately, nothing changed. LGBT+ people still had the worst blood anyone had ever seen. But society changed. Over the years, the Love is Clean campaign got politicians elected who made blood analysis for jobs, housing, and anything else illegal. People, in general, stopped caring about their blood. Some still did, of course, but overall, Patton Sanders and Logan Fowler, along with Virgil Sanders and Roman Prince, made the world a better place. Both pairs lived happily ever after, knowing they'd done more good with the worst blood than anyone with blood like water.

#logicality #sanders sides #logan sanders #patton sanders #sanders sides fan fic #my writing #human au #roman sanders #virgil sanders

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fyrapartnersearch · 6 years

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The next Wild Hunt commences.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

Phew, let's try this again shall we? I've received great many responses which positively surprised me :) I've managed to find some partners, but most of the people who contacted me, just sent me a friend request on Discord without even writing me a message. This gives me nothing to work with. Please, I implore you, if you want to start a RP partnership with me, write me a detailed email first! Describe yourself, your ideas and preferences. I want to get to know you before we move to another platform to chat OOC, alright?

And for the future, do NOT ghost me! Thank you :) I’ll keep it short and sweet for my introduction. I am Fenry, but you may address me as Fen. Obviously this is not my real name but I would like to keep a pseudonym as my identity until I get to know my partner better.   

I am 25 years and that means adult themes and topics will be included

Female

Over 10 years of roleplaying experience

Masters graduate

I live in CET, Europe

Prefers doubling, though I can make exceptions

We can exchange more information once I’ve received your message. I love talking outside of the Roleplay for some brainstorming and plotting for the story. Plus, making new friends never hurts.

Now to the actual topic what I am looking for in a partner.

Please read before you message me!

Thank you.  

My roleplaying partner must be above the age of 18, preferably 20+.  I don’t care which gender honestly, as long as the Roleplay and friendship is good I am all for it. Contact me with a small introduction. Tell me about yourself, what you’re ideas are, how long you’ve been writing and your limits. I want to know more about you, assess your character before we move to anything else. It would otherwise come off as impersonal.   

The qualities I prefer in an RP buddy are:  

Mature

Dedicated

Detailed

Literate

Frequent (which doesn’t mean that you need to send me 5 messages per day. 2-3 times per week is absolutely fine since I am not able to respond as much either)

Flexible

We all have real, social lives outside of the roleplaying world. I understand when you’re not able to reply as fast all of the time, because it is not much different for me either. I will try to respond at least 4-5 times a week. If it’s a good week, my replying rate will increase depending on the given situation. If there’s work ahead or any sort of obstacle that might get in the way of our exchange, I will let you know as soon as I possibly can! I promise you this!  But I also hope you do the same when there’s something that might cause a hiatus.

   I am looking for LONGTERM and CONTINUOS Roleplays! My partner should be very committed because otherwise, it wouldn’t make a lot of sense and we might as well drop it.

    When it comes to my writing style and preferences, I will list these things here for you to read.

Writing: I am a multi-paragraph sort of writer, which means that frequently, my writing will exceed at least 500 words, and upward of 1000+ words. I love detail in description, and I am actively seeking someone of the same infamy. Generally, I tend to write in the 3rd person. I’ve also tested the waters of 1st person but found it fairly awkward, if not, jarring so I’d rather keep it with 3rd person.

Pairings: I openly play characters of both genders, preferable m x f pairings, but I am open to m x m and f x f relationships as well. I have more experience with m x f relationships, so I might excel in this category more than I would do with the others. However, like I said, do not let this deter you. Very much open to other sexual orientations and preferences. Romance and intimate erotic scenes are always a part of the story, so if you are someone who prefers fading to black, I am afraid to tell you that my request isn’t something for you. This is not negotiable, sorry.

Genres: I am versatile when it comes to genres and settings that I like to play in. Supernatural is my absolute jam, especially urban and gothic fantasy, maybe even a bit of mythology as well?  Anything involving vampires, werewolves, demons, witches, shape shifters, aliens, mutants, other urban creature of folklore, given some sort of modern day spun, is absolutely perfect for me. I also really love science fiction in its many forms. Primarily, I take my sci-fi craving inspirations from Star Wars, Mass Effect, and even Destiny (even though I did not really enjoy the games…). Another genre that I’ve vast interest in includes that of the superhero genre. I’m a big fan of both Marvel and DC fandom, and the concept of having humans with abilities, anything of that short would be awesome to do. Against, these would be with original characters on my part. I’m not as fond of general real-life or general modern day genres and themes without a good, complex idea attached to it.

Characters: Faceclaims, GIFs, drawings, mood boards or just a plain physical description is absolutely welcome / sufficient. I am not someone who necessarily needs a face claim for a character in order ‘to get the picture’. There are many instances where I could not find a suiting match for my character’s definition, so I resorted to drawing them myself or leaving it with a simple description.  Characters should have flaws - that is a no brainer obviously, since nobody likes a Mary Sue / Gary Stu - but also some unique traits that make them stand out and remain memorable. I take inspiration from JK Rowling or George R.R. Martin for example as each of their character remains very unique and unforgettable in my opinion. They definitely did something right and I want to emulate that, so don’t be afraid to be rather bold with your character creation. Let your imagination run wild and surprise me with your ideas!

World building & plotting: An active roleplayer is wanted in this category, without a doubt. I love to world-build, but I tend to lose interest when I am the only one who puts in the effort into it. I can’t do the thinking for two people, so I implore you to at least share the burden (which should not be regarded as such because roleplaying is a fun hobby and nothing more). Too often I find people shying away from it in this regard. If I feel that I’m carrying the weight of the world-building part with specific ideas, I will end the Roleplay in immediately. And consider that the world building is just the tip of the beginning, so from that, I’ll be able to see whether we’ll be a match or not. Because we’d be starting from scratch with whatever we do, it would be a big relief to have someone who doesn’t mind letting ideas flow to set up the universe that we will be roleplaying in.

Content: I find writing erotic, dramatic or action packed scenes very enjoyable. I don’t hinder myself when certain subjects are mentioned that may be uncomfortable for the general public. But then again, as a reminder, a Roleplay is not reality but fiction. For example situations that heavily imply and involve brutality, mayhem, psychological and physical torture are things that need exploration.

Characters should be fully fleshed out, even the not so pretty parts of one’s personality and actions. There is no black and white, but a wide ranging spectrum of grey areas. A story does not always end well and life is never fair, so to implement this into a Roleplay, it would make a fantastic and very exciting story. Nothing is ever certain, people have their ups and downs… we shouldn’t make an exception here. I am not afraid to delve into even more sinister areas such as psychological trauma if its needed to further the story. I want to be as transparent as I possibly can. I have very few limits. The only subjects I will not touch, or rather avoid are heavy graphic rape scenes, bestiality, necrophilia and pedophilia. Other than that everything is fair game. What I also find quite fascinating is describing someone’s mental as well as physical transformation, ascending to a higher or lower state of being, etc. The process of metamorphosis, may it be the manipulation or corruption of someone… it all is quite eerie and at the same time, intriguing. It all leads to the progression of the story, so be warned that we won’t be walking on egg shells here.  

The story will not be solely centred on dark themes. I love me a mixture of everything, including drama, fluff, angst, action, comedy, romance, adventure, mystery and so forth. 

Let’s lighten up a bit, kay? :)

The ones I’ve marked in bold are the ones I am currently itching for the most.   

Original plots I am absolutely craving for are:

   Genres: 

anything mafia related

crimes in remote locations

small towns and supernatural happenings

post apocalyptic/dystopia

supernatural/modern fantasy (demons and devils, monster x hunter)

southern/mid western gothic

murder mystery (small town or big city)

modern/dark fairy tale retellings

sci-fi/cyberpunk

emotionally charged/dark and gritty

superpowers/gifted

unresolved sexual tension/slow burn

mythology

redemption

action

Pairings:

age gaps (non pedophiliac)

friend x best friend’s older sibling

enemies to lovers

cop x criminal

friends turned lovers/pining

grumpy x sunshine

dark hearted man melting for the innocent woman

reunited old lovers and/or friends

boss x employee

neighbours

mentor x mentee

hitman x victim

hurt/comfort

height differences

pet names

rich x poor (or noble and peasant / different social classes)

The Fandoms I am willing to do, although I prefer to make something original:

Films & television:

Marvel cinematic universe

Pacific Rim

Castlevania

Game of Thrones

Riverdale

Young Justice

Voltron

Constantine

Harry Potter

Star Wars

Games:

Witcher III

Devil May Cry

Bayonetta

God of War

Star Wars

Dark Souls

My Roleplaying platform is mostly on email or google docs! I also would like to keep in touch with my partner over a different medium, preferably Discord.   To contact me use these links here: 

EMAIL: [email protected]

DISCORD: Fenry#4086

 Find me there.

Here are two passwords that you can use in the headline so I know what you want to role-play. 

*For ORIGINAL Roleplay, the password is: Follow me and you shall be

free *For CANON Roleplay, the password is: I will follow you until the end

#original #OC #supernatural(original, not TV) #longterm #email #googledocs #paragraph #detailed #partner #dedicated #fantasy #canon #doubling #chat #friend

#indie rp #indie roleplay #independent roleplay #oc rp #para #long term #email #harry potter rp #submission

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deladane · 6 years

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Day 16: Friday, March 16 ~ Sea Day #4

Day 16: Friday, March 16 ~ Sea Day #4

I am so sorry to say that I forgot to take photos of today’s daily schedule. On all of my previous cruises, I brought home all of the daily schedule papers so if I forgot to take any photos, or if I realized one of the photos was blurry and needed a re-do, I could flip through the pile of papers and get what I needed. This time, we were very tight on space and weight in our bags so I decided to leave all the papers behind. I thought I had taken all the photos I needed, and I almost never refer back to the originals once I get home, so why bother schlepping all of that extra weight? Well, it looks like I did accidentally miss taking photos of the schedule for today, so I apologize for that.

After going to sleep so early last night, I was awake at 7:15am today. I couldn’t fall back asleep and I didn’t want to wake up DH, so I quickly got dressed, grabbed my camera, and left the cabin to walk around the ship taking lots of photos of the public spaces while they were still vacant. I already posted all of these photos at the start of the review, so I won’t repost them here. About an hour later, I arrived at the Solarium. I was getting hungry so I stopped by the Aqua Spa Café for a light breakfast. They have a bunch of options set out on individual plates, and the options remained the same for the whole cruise.

Dry cereal canisters

Fresh fruit and turkey wraps with tomato, kale, and cinnamon sweet potato spread

Avocado bruschetta on multi grain toast with mashed avocado, tomato, chive, and grated eggs; a whole wheat bagel with peanut butter, apple, bananas, and blueberries

Zucchini muffins, banana nut muffins, and 3 types of fruit and nut bars (apricot/coconut/walnut/honey, pumpkin seed/chia seed/raisin, and dates/almonds/figs/apricot/honey)

I picked out a muffin and an apricot and nut bar, and I ordered one of the juices from the menu. This was the Purple Rain, made with blackberry, blueberry, pear, apple, and acai. Everything was light and tasty, and it was a nice change from the breakfast I ordered from room service on all of the port days.

After my light breakfast, I continued walking around the ship, snapping more photos. At 8:45, I went back to the elevators outside of the buffet, planning to head down to the cabin and see if DH was awake yet. When the elevator doors opened, guess who stepped out… DH! We had perfect timing! I asked how he knew where to find me and he had a funny story to tell me… When he first went to look for me, he went to the MDR to see if I was eating breakfast there. Cervine was standing at the hostess stand and she told DH she had seen me stop by at 8am when the MDR first opened so I could take some photos, and then I left. Glad to see she was keeping track of me and that she let DH know I had been there! That’s when DH decided to go up to the buffet because he was planning to wait for me up there, assuming that I would need to eat breakfast eventually. When I ran into him, I told him that I had already eaten a light breakfast at the Aqua Spa Café. He thought that sounded good so we went back down there so he could get something to eat. Of course I couldn’t let him eat by himself, so I took another mini-muffin and fruit and nut bar. I also ordered a pina kale juice, made with pineapple, kale, cucumber, and I skipped the ginger.

After breakfast #2, we went back to the cabin and relaxed on the balcony for a few hours, just gazing out at the endless ocean and watching the waves pass by. At noon, it was time for our next feeding so we went down to the buffet for lunch. The theme was Falafel and Kebabs, and they had a station set up with several kinds of each.

I tried 2 kinds of falafel but didn’t care for them. The lamb kebab with tzatziki sauce and hummus was quite tasty, as was the pasta and pizza of the day.

We took some dessert to go and brought it downstairs to eat by the pool. I love red velvet cake, but this was very dry and I didn’t like it at all. They made a huge apple pie in one of the paella pans, and that was delicious! I was tempted to go back upstairs to get more but restrained myself.

There is a section of upright chairs and couches when you first enter the pool area on the starboard side. Whenever we had trouble finding a vacant lounge chair, we could usually find a place to sit over here. It was close enough to all of the action in the pool and with the DJ and activities team, but still far enough away that we could have our own little quiet corner.

We pulled 2 of the chairs to the side and relaxed there until it was time for pool volleyball. DH really wanted to play pool volleyball, but he was disappointed to learn it is only offered this one time through the whole 2 week cruise. They have a tournament where several teams compete and the winning team goes on to then compete against a team of ship officers. Flory was hosting the event and when he asked for volunteers to play, DH ran right over to him. They had enough people to form 3 teams, so Flory divided the players up and DH’s team was playing in the first round. They had a few minutes to practice, and then started the game.

DH’s team won this round, so they got out and the losing team played against the third team. I think the third team won that round, so DH’s team got back in the pool and they played each other to determine who goes on to play against the officers. DH’s team was really strong and they won the tournament! They had a few minutes to rest, then Flory introduced the officers and it was time for the final round.

DH serving the ball

The teams were pretty evenly matched so the score kept going back and forth for who was in the lead, but in the end, the officers pulled away with a victory. To be fair, they probably have more practice considering they get to play pool volleyball on every cruise, whereas the people on DH’s team likely haven’t had as much experience. In the name of good sportsmanship, everyone walked away with a medal and Flory lead the crowd in a rousing rendition of “We Are The Champions”

Volleyball ended with just enough time for DH to get dried off before we had to go up to the Sky Lounge for music trivia. At this point in the cruise, our teammates were counting on us showing up to help with the more current songs, so we couldn’t let them down! There was no real theme today, just a bunch of random songs, but our team did really well. We scored 24 out of 30 points, but of course another team scored 29 points and beat us. We were okay with that though because we were proud of our team’s performance.

After trivia, I wanted to go watch the hot glass show because this was the last one on our cruise, and DH went back to the cabin to change out of his bathing suit. When I arrived, Tom was working on a vase with a pretty twisting pattern on the outside.

It is so impressive how these guys work together so seamlessly. This was Tom’s project, but Jeremy jumped right in there to do the blowing work. They worked together as a team with an almost unspoken knowledge of what needed to be done.

When they pull out the giant gloves, you know the project is nearly finished.

Right around then, DH showed up with a little treat. We get drinks like this at one of our favorite restaurants at home in San Jose, so he was super excited to find it on the ship. This was the Margarita Coronita from the new menu at the Sunset Bar, and DH drew a lot of attention as he carried it over to the hot glass area, with everyone wanting to know what that was and where he got it lol

(yes, he is still wearing the medal he won from the pool volleyball tournament haha)

At the end of the show, the gaffers raffled off 4 of the pieces they made during the cruise. Since the next cruise would be the last one with the Corning Museum on the Eclipse, they wanted to clean out some of the older projects. I really hoped we could win one of these because they were all so beautiful, but unfortunately, we were not that lucky. The man sitting right next to me did win, so I was close, but not close enough! This would have made an incredible souvenir to bring home from the cruise.

There is a funny story about that larger piece on the far right side. That is a giant bowl with an irregular shape. Tom gave a disclaimer when he picked that piece to be part of the raffle. They usually give out some bubble wrap to protect the pieces for transport home, but he warned us that the larger piece would not survive airline travel. He said he normally puts a piece that large into a crate for special shipping, and that if we were flying home after the cruise, we could not have that piece. He said that if the first 3 tickets he pulls belong to people who are flying home, they must pick the 3 vases, and then he would do another raffle for only the people traveling by car to try to win that large piece. As it turned out, the very first ticket he picked belonged to a lady who lives in Florida, would be driving home from the cruise, and who really wanted that big piece! It was fate for her to get it! I would love to see how she put that on display in her home because it was really quite large and heavy!

Tonight was our last Elegant Chic night, so after the raffle ended, we went back to the cabin to get ready.

After a quick photo shoot outside the entrance to Blu, we went to the World Class Bar for a few pre-dinner drinks. DH had the Zacapa Old Fashioned and I had the Celebrity No. Ten. I love how it worked out that they are on the same page of the menu for easy photographing hehe

I don’t think I posted this yet, but this is the wine and cocktails menu from the MDR. It was the same menu for the whole cruise.

Tonight’s dinner menu

Creamy Salmon Rillette

Elderflower Blush cocktail

Broiled Lobster Tail (I requested 2 lobsters but only 1 portion of the side dishes)

Creamy Wild Mushroom Risotto

Dessert Menu

We skipped dessert tonight because we wanted to hear Back Before Sunset playing in the Grand Foyer. They always put on a lively set that is worth checking out.

On most cruises, they do one of the big production shows on formal nights. Eddy said that he likes to save that for the last night of the cruise to end on a high note, so tonight’s show was more subdued. It featured the 6 core singers from the shows, each singing a Broadway showtune of their choosing, backed by the Eclipse Orchestra. As I’ve already mentioned, we are big fans of Broadway shows, so we were looking forward to this performance. They all have wonderful voices so it was great to see them show it off! They sang songs from Motown, Les Mis, Cabaret, Guys and Dolls, Jersey Boys, and a few others.

The ladies sang a “Single Girl’s Medley” where each sang one of these songs: On My Own from Les Mis, Maybe This Time from Cabaret, and I Don’t Know How to Love Him from Jesus Christ Superstar.

Then the men all sang Bring Him Home from Les Mis.

After the show ended, they had another event called the Liar’s Club. This is a game hosted by one of the women from the activities team, and the contestants are Eddy, Captain Leo, and the comedian from last night’s show, Dan Wilson. They pick a word that most people have never heard of, but it is really a real word, and the 3 contestants try to convince the audience of what the definition is. After all 3 have had a chance to say what they think the word means, the audience votes by applause as to who we think said the correct definition, and then they reveal who really got it right. They used 4 different words, and the contestants did everything from just stating “oh, I know that word, the definition is ****”, to telling a big long-winded story to explain the meaning of the word. Some of their replies were funnier than others, but it was a clever game and we learned a few new words in the process!

Does anyone know what zopissa means??

The show ended around 11pm, and we went back to the cabin to rest up for our last full day of the cruise.

Step Tracker Daily Total: 9302 steps; 3.761 miles; 18 flights of stairs

#Celebrity Eclipse Cruise 2018 #celebrityeclipse #CelebrityCruises #cruise #travel #vacation #sea day

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