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batnbreakfast · 21 days

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AO3 Writer's Ask Game

Thank you for tagging me @slightlyintimidating ! 🥰

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

102378

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly Bernie Wolfe/Serena Campbell although I branched out into the RedgraveRussellCinematicMultiverse.

And there's this one Deadloch fic, I really would like to finish. *side-eyes her brain*

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Notting Hill

My Berena Notting Hill rewrite with Serena Campbell as the bookshop owner and Bernie Wolfe as the famous actress.

Before the Sun Sets on the River Thames

Yet another film rewrite (I just love them) - this time it's Before Sunset with Bernie & Serena reconnecting years after having spent an unforgeable night together.

fragments of a holiday season

My Berena advent fics collection

clouds in my coffee (but the sun's coming through)

My Berena coffee shop au for @fortytworedvines day

chi va piano

My Berena smut fic, which has forever changed how I look at pianos

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Ah. It's complicated. During the last year I only had comments like "Please finish this!" and no, most of the times I don't respond to them. While I LOVE comments and use them to motivate myself to get back to writing, I find comments that don't even say why someone would like me to continue a store utterly unhelpful. Also there's my beloved ADHD brain, which makes me forget to answer sometimes. I will though, even if it's like stupidly late.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

*chuckles* Well, I wrote this fic with Bernie's thoughts while she's dying under the rubble after they killed her in an explosion off screen. Lucky for most of you preferring a happy ending to your angst, I did not publish it. Instead I rewrote it to become a chapter for my collaboration with the lovely @ktlsyrtis

everything is different, everything has changed

Five times Bernie Wolfe’s life explodes - and one time it doesn't.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I feel like all my fics have a happy ending. I love a bit of angst, but seriously life is bad enough without giving your favs a happy ending after putting them through the mangler.

My favourite might be

Before the Sun Sets on the River Thames

because Bernie stays.

8. Do you get hate on fic?

Huh. If so, it apparently was too irrelevant to remember.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes, I do. And I honestly love to connect them via smut with feelings.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I do love a good film au. I have dozens of ideas what films to cast them for and I've only written two so far, with another three sitting in my WIP folder.

My crossover ideas aren't that crazy actually, but maybe

the slow appraisal of silent things

might fall into the category, because why not mash up Lynley and my love for Berena, replace the old Helen with Catherine's Helen, and have her leave Lynley (as one should do), to fall in love with Jemma's Grace Finegann (who did not shoot anyone).

Others might say that it was absolutely crazy to write my first Berena fic, which is also a crossover, without ever having watched a single episode of Holby.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! I wrote

everything is different, everything has changed

with @ktlsyrtis and I loved, loved, loved doing this.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Seems a bit like anyone reading this far could answer this, but

💖 Bernie Wolfe/Serena Campbell 💖

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

Nope. Not going there. All my WIPs have a chance to being finished. It took me almost three years to finish Notting Hill. I might get inspired on something that's been sitting in my drafts for longer. Who knows - certainly not me. I won't give up though!

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'd say dialogue with feelings and with smut also showing without spelling things out in detail.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Commas and formatting. *chuckles* Apologies to all the lovely people who ever beta'd for me. I appreciate you so, sooo much.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I could have them speak German and Italian and would, if I found it necessary. I prefer to have a translation in the notes at least while reading fic.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Ah. Something wlw that I'm not looking back to.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Urghhhhhhh... I love all my children, I don't have a fav-

Before the Sun Sets on the River Thames

Because it marks the beginning of a new fandom journey that is still bringing me so much joy and made me make wonderful friends.

Okay, I'll stop now before getting even soppier.

I'm tagging @ktlsyrtis @lapalfruity @fortytworedvines @ariverandasong and everyone of you who wants to take part in this. Seriously, just run with it if you want to!

Questions to respond to:

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fic?

9. Do you write smut?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

#ao3 asks game #writers ask game #thanks for tagging me friend 😊#slightlyintimidating

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indigowriting · 3 months

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15 Questions 15 Mutuals

tagged by @pb-dot ages ago (my apologies for how long this took! and thanks for the tag!)

1. Are you named after anyone?

yes; both of my grandmothers

2. When was the last time you cried?

hmmmm.................a couple months ago, i think?

3. Do you have kids?

no, and i have no plans to ever have any.

4. What sports do you play/have played?

i don't enjoy sports very much but the exception to that is swimming. i was a fairly decent competitive swimmer, and enjoyed it quite a bit; i've fallen off swimming with the weather turning cold and the trek back from the campus gym being horrendous, but hopefully as the weather warms back up i'll go more frequently.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

oh, yes. i love sarcasm! unfortunately being autistic means i'm not very good at identifying it from others. i try not to be sarcastic in ways that hurt others, though.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

accessories! i'm not so great with faces, so if someone has a ring or something they wear often, i latch onto that as a way to remember them.

7. What's your eye color?

green! although under medical examination, my eyes have been described as gold due to the unusually even spread of melanin.

8. Scary movies or Happy endings

hmmm..............i like both! but what i watch usually depends on what has more humour.

9. Any talents?

i'm a very descriptive writer! i love describing things and painting images for my readers. i also have an ear for languages.

10. Where were you born?

shanghai, china! my home :)

11. What are your hobbies?

writing, art, academics, and oddities collection. i also love perfumes and colognes, but i don't collect them because they're expensive.

12. Do you have any pets?

i have three cats! two black and one torbie. i'd love to have a snake some day as well.

13. How tall are you?

182cm/6ft :) i'm usually one of the tallest people in the room. it makes finding clothes that actually fit hard, though, and i hit my head on a lot of things, so there's definitely drawbacks.

14. Favorite subject in school

languages.................also history! i had a very intense punic wars phase when i was younger.

15. Dream Job?

translator! i'd love to translate from chinese into english, but unfortunately i don't think i could probably make a career of it, at least not at the moment.

tagging...........@lady-grace-pens @digital-chance @maguayans @saltwaterbells @sparrowrising @macabremoons @girlfriend-champion andddd i am blanking on mutuals, so anyone else who wants to do it!

#games #indigo ink

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jillvalcntines-archive · 1 year

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5 SONG PAIRING PLAYLIST !!

i was tagged by @aartyom, @denerims & @arklay to make the five song playlist for a ship of mine! thank you so much, and i am so sorry this took me so long!

tagging: @mandalhoerian @aelyosos @girlbosselrond @cultistbase @morvaris && everyone who hasn't done and wants to do this !!

1. iris — DIAMANTHE & breaking benjamin

and i'd give up forever to touch you / 'cause i know that you feel me somehow / you're the closest to heaven that i'll ever be / and i don't want to go home right now [...] and i don't want the world to see me / 'cause i don't think that they'd understand / when everythings' meant to be broken / i just want you to know who i am

Considering this song got out in the year they both met, and definitely won't have an official cameo in Saints & Sinners, it explains so well, how they think of each other and yet don't dare to go any further... first. especially carmen has a "people will keep on judging me for having belonged to umbrella... but you know who i truly am".

2. i'll be good — jaymes young

i thought i saw the devil this morning / looking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongue / with the warning to help me see myself clearer / i never meant to start a fire / i never meant to make you bleed / i'll be a better man today / and i'll love the world, like i should / for all of the times that i never could

it's the song about the times they have both been depressed, lost hope and were about to give up, and yet kept going because of each other. "better man" in this context is meant as in human. the two last highlighted phrases are foreshadowing of what is to come or in one way, already happened, still i don't want to give away too many spoilers...

3. let me down slowly — alec benjamin & alessia cara

don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste / i once was a man/girl with dignity and grace / now i'm slipping through the cracks of your cold embrace [...] a little sympathy, i hope you can show me / if you wanna go then i'll be so lonely / if you're leaving baby let me down slowly

it's an overall song about how they are dealing with trauma and the emotional wounds over the years. carmen deals with depression and guilt mostly before raccoon city's destruction and "loses" most of her "dignity & grace", when she is at the low point shown in chapter one... chris goes through that during resident evil 6 and both of them think the other might leave, even though that would never be the case

4. someone to stay — vancouver sleep clinic

you were alone, left out in the cold / clinging to the ruin of your broken home / too lost and hurting to carry your load / we all need someone to hold / you've been fighting the memory, all on your own / nothing worsens, nothing grows / i know how it feels being by yourself in the rain / we all need someone to stay [...] will you fix me up? will you show me hope? / at the end of the day you were helpless / can you keep me close? can you love me most?

this song just screams another "getting over trauma together". you've been fighting the memory, all on your own actually shows how similiar carmen and chris are, because they don't share their trauma with anyone... at first, even not with each other, which is something they have to (re)learn over the years

5. chasing cars — tommee profitt & fleurie

we'll do it all, everything on our own / we don't need anything or anyone / if i lay here, if i just lay here / would you lie with me and just forget the world? / i don't quite know how to say how i feel / those three words are said too much, they're not enough [...] forget what we're told, before we get too old / show me a garden that's bursting into life / all that i am, all that i ever was / is here in your perfect eyes, they're all i can see

this is their ride or die song (no pun intended). those three words are said too much, they're not enough is 100% carmen's pov. carmen has a big problem with the infamous three words and struggles to say them to chris. not because she doesn't, but because she has kind of a phobia saying them, considering everyone she has told them died shortly after it. she was also never a very sentimental person, until chris came along. the last phrases perfectly shows how they both see each other.

you can find chris & carmen's playlist here, if you are interested!

#misc: tag games #ship: carmen x chris #oc: carmen lopez #( all those things make me very emotional and shuffle function said 'i'll make deunan cry today' )

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pedro-pascal · 3 years

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MAMMA MIA! (2008) + tags about Colin Firth

#mamma mia!#filmedit #musicaledit #sincerelygabby #useryolanda #usergina #usermullet #usermouffe #tusercarol #*#mine #i'd like to thank anyone who has graced my eyes with these tags

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writemywaytoyourheart · 3 years

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Aim For The Heart | Chapter 1: At First Sight

Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, angst, drama

WC: 4.5k

Warnings for this chapter: alcohol consumption, language, stalking kind of? I think that's all lol. Pls let me know if there is anything else I should put.

tag list; @teresaisla @hopekookies @moonchild1 @barbellastyles98 @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @yukiehyukie

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn't sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn't his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

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A bright smile graces your features as you tuck the little star-shaped peanut butter and jelly sandwiches into a tiny container, just barely getting two of them to fit as you squish them down a tad bit in order to get the lid clipped on.

Then you grab a little tangerine and a cheese stick to drop into your lunch bag along with the sandwiches, counting the number of items aloud to yourself as they make themselves at home and then you zip it all up.

"Th-There we go!" You lift your lunch for the day in triumph.

Your phone startles you when it starts to ring, then you grapple in your purse to find it. You pull it out and answer right before the last ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, girl! Are you ready to go? I'm downstairs." The voice of your best friend comes through the phone and you look at the clock on your microwave. You stare at the little black screen, confused as to why the time isn't showing up before remembering that you were never able to figure out how to display the clock when you bought the microwave three years ago. So, you hold your phone out to look at the time.

6:32

"Oh geez! I didn't r-realize the time. I'll be d-down in a minute, k?" You say, earning a lighthearted laugh from the girl on the other end.

"Take your time, hun. I'm not in any rush."

You thank her quickly and hang up, then you run to your room to grab your favorite pink cardigan and throw it on over your white shirt. As you're hurrying out and grabbing your lunch, you stumble and knock your knee into an open lower cabinet that you had forgotten to close the previous night after pulling a pan from it to make dinner.

"Ouch!" You hiss in pain and rub the sore spot, although it does nothing to ease the ache. Then you grab your purse and run outside, almost forgetting to lock the door. But you remember just in time and clumsily lock it before rushing down the stairs leading to the parking lot of your apartment complex.

Your best friend, Mina, is laughing. You can see her through the windshield as she waves to you. Lifting a hand to wave back, you don't realize in time that your arms are full. You drop your lunchbox and have to crouch to get it again, only taking up even more of your time.

But Mina finds it hilarious and tells you so as soon as you slide into the car and fumble with your seatbelt to get it buckled.

"Honestly, ___. I can't believe you're still single. If I wasn't straight as a board, I'd be head over heels for you and all your shenanigans." She states in a matter-of-fact tone as she pulls out of the parking spot.

A blush creeps up your neck and you try to laugh it off, "D-Don't be silly." You whisper, turning your gaze outside to look at the fluffy white clouds decorating the sky beautifully. You smile and lean your forehead against the glass as you imagine lying on a soft cloud, just drifting in the air.

"If you c-could go anywhere at all, where would y-you go?" You ask Mina suddenly, turning to her. Her eyes are focused on the road but she bites her lip in thought at your question. "Mm, probably Italy. What about you?" She's used to your sudden questions and ramblings, so she smiles when you start to go off.

"I'd wanna go up in the c-clouds. I wanna sit on one and maybe even see a r-rainbow up close! I wonder if I could slide down the rainbow..." Your brows furrow in deep thought. "Or would I f-fall?" You turn to her again and she glances over to see your signature puppy dog eyes that you use when you are either confused, upset, or want something.

Mina turns back to the road, a tiny ache in her heart that she hides with a bright smile, "Girl, you would ride that rainbow straight down into a pot of gold!"

"Really?" Your eyes widen and you feel your heart lift at the image.

She nods and you giggle happily, "You can come w-with me, Mina." You say confidently, your gaze turning back to the sky. "We can sleep in the clouds and slide down rainbows for the rest of f-forever."

"Sounds like a deal."

By the time Mina pulls up to the school, you've discussed everything you'd do up in the clouds and what you'd eat when you're hungry (stardust, you've decided, is the best meal anyone could eat.)

You unbuckle and gather your things. Then you remember something and turn back to Mina, "Oh yeah. W-When are you leaving on your business trip?" You ask a tinge of sadness in your voice.

"This weekend," Mina says solemnly. "I'm sorry I won't be able to drive you for a while. I'll be gone for a month this time."

That makes your heart sting but you manage a small smile, "D-Don't worry about me. I can walk! I'm gonna m-miss you though."

"I'll miss you too, buttercup. We'll hang out this Friday night before I leave the next day. How about that?" Mina asks kindly.

You nod enthusiastically and she smiles, "Ok, get your butt in there before you're late! The bell rings in half an hour and you can't be late on a Monday." She urges you and you nod, hopping out of the car and thanking her again for the ride, reassuring her that you'll walk home from work today.

You blow her a kiss and she laughs as you turn and hurry into the school.

You're all set up only a few minutes before the kids are supposed to arrive, so you go onto Pinterest and look through your fairytale boards, feeling a little spark of joy in your chest.

A couple of minutes later, the kids start streaming through the door, greeting you with the same amount of enthusiasm as you greet them. Your kiddos love you so much that all the other teachers are jealous and they let you know it every day. Of course, you have the sweetest kindergarteners and they're always the best for you.

"Hello, Teacher! Good morning Miss ___! Teacher, look at my new haircut!"

"Hi, Jina! Hello M-Minhhyuk! Kun, your new haircut l-looks so good!" All the kids have bright smiles on their faces by the time they've settled in their seats.

You always start the day off by getting everyone to stand and do a few stretches, then you sing the nursery rhymes you learned yesterday and start learning a new one. You honestly have as much fun as the kids during the school day.

"Ok, l-little ducklings, have a seat!" You get their attention and they immediately oblige. Next, is the alphabet that you guys have been working on since the beginning of the year. Every little one sings it perfectly all the way through and you give them a round of applause and they each get a little punch in their reward cards.

The rest of the day goes by smoothly, with only one temper tantrum thrown and that was resolved quickly.

It's nearing the end of the school day and the kids are all playing during their free time. You're sitting with Ae-Cha, a small and fairly quiet girl, playing with colorful blocks; the both of you competing to see who can build the highest tower. You've learned that she responds well to playing games when there isn't too much talking involved.

You're constantly glancing around the room to make sure everyone is safe and playing nicely and you're always pleased. They've all improved so much since the beginning of school back in September. It's June now and they've all learned their alphabet and how to play nicely with their new friends, along with so many other things. They've really made you so proud this year. You can even hear them reciting the alphabet and nursery rhymes to each other as they play.

Your heart warms at the sound of tiny voices filling the room as they sing. Then you glance at the clock and realize the bell will be ringing in a few minutes. So, you declare Ae-Cha the winner with her foot-high tower of blocks and she beams proudly. Then, you get up and clap three times, "One, two, th-three! Eyes on me!" You singsong, then smile when the kids immediately respond by clapping twice and shouting "One, two! Eyes on you!"

"G-Great attention today, everyone! Alright, the bell will ring soon. Who can tell me w-what that means? What are we doing n-now?" A few little hands go up and you point to the little boy that raised his first, "Yes, Joon Woo?"

"We...Uhm...time to clean up toys...Uhm..." You smile to encourage him and he finishes cutely, "Time uh, to clean up our toys and pack bags."

"Yes! Thank you, Joon Woo. It is t-time for us to clean up and make sure our bags are packed up and ready for h-home!"

The kids start to pick up their toys as you put on the cleaning song that you play every day for them. You all sing along until the room is all tidied and their bags are packed with their homework papers.

You always give them little mazes to do for homework to get their little brains to learn to concentrate, along with instructions on what to draw to show the class the next day. Today, their homework is an extremely easy maze, a coloring page with the alphabet and instructions to draw themselves doing their favorite activity. The kids always love drawing pictures and sharing them with the class and it's a good ice breaker for the shy ones at the beginning of the day.

You always have less and easier homework for the kids on Mondays and Fridays, it just seems fair to you that way. You also feel like it's good for kids to express themselves and be able to share what they like and dislike. You've found drawing helps with communication and creativity for the kids in your class.

The sound of the bell ringing makes a few of you jump, then you hurry to the door. "Alright, ducklings! T-Time to line up!" A few of the kids make quacking sounds as they line up, giggling and talking to their friends.

You smile and open up the door, holding it as the kids walk out in a straight line, some of them still quacking like little ducks.

You lead the kids to the front of the school and make sure they get into the correct line for the bus if they take it. You wave goodbye to them as the kids that take the bus climb on and they run to a window to wave back to you.

The rest of the kids that are left are soon picked up by their parents or siblings. You wave to Ae-Cha, the last student to be picked up. She smiles shyly and waves back before hurrying after her big sister.

After that, you go back to your classroom and finish a few things before packing up to go home. As you're leaving your classroom, you run into one of the other teachers coming from his own room.

"Oh, h-hello Mr. B-Baek!" You bow, missing the ugly sneer on his face as you smile brightly at him. He pushes his glasses further up his nose as he scrutinizes you with his beady little eyes. "You don't belong here, Miss ___." He snaps.

You look at him in confusion, "I-I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"I've waited the entire school year to say this to you. But now that we are nearing the end, I think you should know that you have no business being a teacher at this school. You ought to make the right decision to discontinue your work here." Mr. Baek watches your face fall with a sick sense of satisfaction.

"B-But, why?" You ask, still not understanding.

"First of all, you're inexperienced. You just got out of college last year, am I right?"

You nod uncertainly.

"You're still a child. Why should a twenty-two-year-old girl come marching in here and take a spot that should have been given to someone with more experience? And especially someone like you." He glares at you before turning on his heel and walking away briskly.

Someone like me? What does he mean by that?

You watch after him, feeling a tiny pinch in your chest. You aren't sure what he means, but whatever he's talking about, it sounds like he believes you shouldn't have become a teacher at all. At this school or another. You'll have to ask Mina later because you really have no idea where his rant came from.

Is there something wrong with you becoming a teacher?

You shake your head and laugh it off, "He's probably just had a bad day." You tell yourself as you make your way out of the school.

As you walk home, you sing quietly along with the song in your headphones, a little skip to your step.

You never notice the dark figure across the street, his eyes trained on your every move.

One day earlier...

Jungkook groans as he tosses and turns in bed, searching for his phone to turn the alarm off. He finally finds it and hits dismiss, tossing the phone back down and rubbing his eyes with a tired yawn.

After another minute he sits up and looks out the window, frowning at the sun seeping in and pooling across his floor in a golden river. He stares at a small bird that lands on his windowsill until it flies away.

Jungkook yawns again and reaches up to rub his eyes for the second time. After a few minutes, he's finally able to drag himself out of bed and into the shower. He almost falls asleep again in there, but he manages to make it out after half an hour.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, he makes his way to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of soju that's sitting on his tiny dining table to take a small swig from, finishing off what he'd left last night after his third bottle right before he passed out in bed.

He sighs and grabs a bagel, searching for the cream cheese he swears he saw in his fridge last night. A small smile appears on his lips when he finds it. He snatches it and makes sloppy work of spreading it on his bagel before tossing the leftover trash onto his counter and plopping onto the couch, snarfing down the first half of his bagel in thirty seconds.

Jungkook sighs through his nose as he tiredly chews his breakfast, then he glances down and sees the file he'd left open on his coffee table last night. He swallows the bite he has in his mouth and leans forward to read over it.

Y/L/N Y/N...

Why is that name so familiar?

He shakes his head and flips the file closed, then he leans back on the couch, wanting to spend his Sunday relaxing before he has to get to work on this case. He isn't going to think about it again until tonight.

Jungkook settles down and lays his head on the back of the couch, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

He won't think about it.

Jungkook lays there for a minute, then he opens his eyes and lifts his head, glaring at the closed file on the little table.

He grunts in annoyance and drops the other half of his bagel onto the table, grabbing the file angrily and sitting back again. He opens it and starts to reread everything he's read many times since Friday. There's just something that has felt off since he met with Mr. Ling, but he can't put his finger on what it is.

Jungkook squints at the name he's read a thousand times.

Y/L/N...Y/N...

"Ugh." He rolls his eyes, frustrated at not being able to remember where he's heard that name before. Then he looks at the occupation.

Teacher at Sunshine Kindergarten.

His brows furrow again, much like they have each time he's read this. He's never had a hit on a teacher before, let alone a Kindergarten teacher. That's such an odd target...

Most of his targets in the past have been sleazy business owners, rapists, leaders of gangs that have terrorized neighborhoods for years, even other hitmen. He's never had a problem with those jobs, but there's something about this one that's telling him to be careful.

Maybe it's because he knows nothing about his client, except for the large sum of money he must have due to the pay he's been promised. Other clients of his were more than happy to explain why they wanted him to do what he does. They never paid him until after the job was done, either.

That leads Jungkook to believe that this guy (or girl) is desperate for his services, convincing him to do it with payment before and after. Almost as if Jungkook would refuse after he found out who the target was...

Jungkook flips the page and scrutinizes the picture of the target.

She's very simple looking, Jungkook thinks. The girl in the picture is wearing a white flowy skirt with a blue blouse that covers her whole arms and white chunky tennis shoes. Her hair is in a low ponytail and it seems like she has headphones in as she walks down the street. There's a tiny smile on her face as if she's thinking about something that makes her happy.

Jungkook doesn't find her particularly beautiful, but she isn't ugly either. She's just very...

Simple...

Jungkook shakes his head, his eyes going over the photo and the girl's smile one more time. Maybe she's a double agent? Or a part of the mafia disguising herself as a school teacher?

He can't figure it out.

It doesn't matter much though, the job seems simple enough and the pay is more than he's ever gotten. After looking through everything once more, Jungkook closes the file and grabs his bagel, quickly eating it before getting up to get dressed for the day.

That night, Jungkook lays out his outfit for the next day.

It's all black, but not suspicious-looking. After all these years, he's been able to design the perfect outfits to avoid attention being drawn to him and simple enough so that no one would think much of him if he were to catch anyone's attention.

It might seem simple, but he prides himself on being able to get each part of his job perfectly designed for each case he gets.

Heaven knows it's taken him years to accomplish.

After he's gotten that all figured out, he walks over to his closet and pulls out a small safe. Setting it on the bed, he swiftly unlocks it and looks inside. He pulls out a few things, examining each of them before he sets them one by one onto his bed. Once he's got the items all laid out, he steps back to look it all over.

"I should wait to decide..." Jungkook mumbles to himself. After a minute of staring at everything, he nods and gathers it all up, carefully putting it back into the safe and locking it tightly. Then he brings it back to his closet and shoves it into the darkest corner where it lives.

That can wait.

He pulls his phone out and checks the time.

11:45

"Damn it," Jungkook mutters. He had wanted to get some sleep earlier tonight since he would have to be awake early tomorrow.

He changes into some shorts, then he yanks his shirt off and immediately climbs into bed, not even bothering to shower or brush his teeth. He really couldn't care less with how tired he is. And he hasn't even started yet.

His alarm blares at an ungodly hour as Jungkook groans loudly, resisting the temptation to chuck his phone across the room.

"I hate Mondays." He mutters angrily, setting his phone back on the nightstand far from gracefully.

He miserably drags himself out of bed and into the shower, going through his morning motions almost like a robot. His brain isn't fully awake and it's just on autopilot right now.

An hour later, he's just finishing his coffee, his eyes no longer squinting in exhaustion. Jungkook unceremoniously drops his coffee cup into the sink, promising himself he'll clean it up later, then he sighs as he grabs his black boots, walking to the couch to sit and pull them on. After he's done lacing them up, he grabs the file he's been avoiding like the plague since yesterday morning.

He mutters to himself, looking at the name on the page.

"I know that name."

Then he smacks his forehead to get himself to focus again. He stands up and folds the page with the girl's information and then her picture and tucks them into the inside pocket of his black jacket.

Time to get to work.

Jungkook spots the girl almost instantly, the second she steps out of a black car. He glances at the driver, but can only see a person with shoulder length black hair waving. The girl from the picture has a bunch of things in her arms as she blows a kiss to the short-haired driver.

Jungkook has been here since six-thirty in the morning and just as he was beginning to think she called in sick for work, he's finally gotten a chance to see this girl in person. She looks exactly as he remembers from her picture...plain.

She's even wearing the same white skirt and chunky tennis shoes, although this time she has a different top. Her hair is in a high ponytail this time.

"Well, ___. Nice to meet you." Jungkook mutters, watching closely.

After a moment, the black car drives away as the girl scurries into the school, tripping on the last step before straightening herself out again, then disappearing from his sight.

Huh.

Jungkook stares at the door for another minute, then he makes his way to the stores nearby, knowing he's gonna have to wait until the girl leaves. School for the young kids typically gets out at around three-thirty. So, he'll have to be back here around then.

He's definitely going to need to find something to do to kill time.

Jungkook heaves a sigh of relief when he hears the school bell finally ring.

He hurries from the clothes store he was browsing and down the street a block until he's almost across the street from the school. He finds a good spot where he can sift through some newspapers at a little stand and still have an eye on the school.

After a minute, he sees a long line of tiny children coming out from the school. The girl is with them and smiling brightly. Jungkook thinks he can hear some of the kids quacking like ducks. He tries not to look puzzled as he goes back to talking to the person working the paper stand. Jungkook makes small talk with the old man, still keeping an eye on the girl across the street as she waves to each child that leaves.

If she's some mafia boss disguised as a kindergarten teacher, she's one hell of a good actress.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" The old man inquires curiously.

Jungkook laughs softly and shakes his head, "No. I've been so busy with my work I never got the chance to date."

The man nods knowingly. They chat a bit more and Jungkook finds himself trying to balance talking to the man and watching the girl.

"Well, did you want to buy a paper for the day?"

Jungkook turns his gaze back to the old man and nods, "Yes. Two, please. My neighbor would probably enjoy one as well."

The old man laughs and nods, taking the money Jungkook hands him and giving him two papers, "What a kind young man you are. Someday you'll find a lovely young lady, don't you worry, son. You will realize that work is important, but love is even more so."

Jungkook just laughs and thanks the man, then he opens the paper as he slowly starts walking, pretending to read.

He stops at a bench and sits down to wait. The girl went back into the school a few minutes ago, hopefully, she won't be in there long.

Luck seems to be with him today, because, after only about five minutes, Jungkook sees a familiar white skirt flowing as she skips down the steps of the school.

He folds his paper carefully, tucking it into his back pocket. The girl puts little earbuds in and immediately starts to mouth the words of whatever song she's listening to. Jungkook tugs his black baseball cap down a little more as he follows on the other side of the street.

The girl has a bag decorated with cupcakes and cookies that bounces up and down as she dances a little.

What is she, twelve?

Jungkook watches in confusion as the girl stops to pet a dog, giggling when the puppy licks her hand. She straightens up, then after another minute, she seems to get distracted by something else.

Jungkook looks carefully and notices she's picked up a flower that was laying on the ground, seemingly trampled on. She gently holds it in her hands as she continues on her way. It goes on like this for the next fifteen minutes, the girl waving to people and smiling almost the whole way.

By the time she is walking up the steps to her apartment, Jungkook is dying to just get back home. That must have been the longest most annoying walk he's ever taken while tracking someone. The girl had stopped over twenty times, distracted by something else each time, he's sure of it.

Just to be sure, Jungkook lingers around the apartment building a little longer, but when it seems apparent that the girl is going to be staying there, he finally heads home.

Geez, Jungkook thinks in annoyance as he climbs the stairs that lead to his own apartment. His head is spinning with so many questions while he unlocks his door and yanks his boots off with a groan.

But when he plops down onto his bed in his tiny studio apartment, he just stares at the ceiling, his mind suddenly blank apart from one question.

Who in the hell would put a hit on this girl?

a/n: I hope you guys are liking the setup so far, thank you for all the positive reactions from the prologue!

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Hiiiiiii I just finished up working my way through witchers 1-3 and I'm 4 books in to the series, do you perchance have any good blog recommendations for non-Netflix witcher content? Also I absolutely love your art, you've got such a distinctive style that genuinely makes me want to stop and look and zoom in on all the details

oh man, not looking at the books on my shelf rn i'm pretty sure #4 chronologically is baptism of fire, good LUCK!! that is my favorite book in the series but it is so so heartbreaking :') and thank you!! i genuinely don't know how my works look to others if i'm totally honest, it's really nice to hear

so full disclosure i'm largely not involved in fandom spaces and i don't follow a lot of people, this list is very short because of that. (uh, if anyone has any recs for *me,* come tell me?) here's some people who's works i just adore though:

- calyxestra: AMAZING artist with a bunch of injokes about the games, really charming comics and finished pieces that just blow me away. i am trying so so hard to keep myself from just babbling about this artist because ahhhh!!! the aesthetic the line quality the brushstrokes the color choices the posing the character dynamics.. it's all so so good.... whenever i go to draw regis i usually just open this person's blog up and stare at their art for a really long time in hopes to like..... absorb wtf magic they have to draw him like that

- chocochipclaire: another artist with charming comics about regis and geralt. the way she draws character interaction makes me go !!!!..... did a thing about the last lines of every hansa member that made me bawlll too. go check their works out

- nohtora: artist who draws a lot of book eskel, really warm and lovely style with an incredible eye for detail. this wolf brothers piece in particular is so so warm i adore it

- mejev: ough ough very very good character artist who draws things that are so warm looking, i have a charm from this artist (two of the same one actually whoops) because their regis is so... heart eyes heart eyes.... i love the way they draw clothing in particular its so nicelookin

- toussaintred: so so warm this is another artist that makes me go insane... also does amazing rdr2 art. very illustrative artist who draws a wonderful wonderful dandelion you should look at it his color choices make me very warm and i love the way he sets up characters together

- purple-soika: another very very warm illustrative artist with a very like.. ephemeral/whimsical look in their rendering its very nice and full of life and energy always. even drawings of laying down and chilling are full of energy its wonderful :] there’s grace in everything i adore their works

- hehearse: another amazing illustrator.. i love their yennefer/geralt works it’s very very nice it’s always full of warmth and color and everything is like a big scene you can bury yourself in i really adore it. very early 1900s setups in their works if that makes sense, like its lounging in a way ive only seen in works from the 20s.. i love love love

- astrolunos: UGH what is there for me to say that i'm sure has already been said this artist deserves the whole entire world. i have i think three prints from this artist and if i had the space i'd get more it's all just so so warm and nice looking,, reminds me of comic books i used to read as a kid, genuinely just very lovely character interactions and expressions :') yennifer geralt ciri monochrome family ahhhhhhh

- avotuli: big tw3 artist whose work blows me away, especially the more recent background pieces.. very distinct environments makes me feel like i'm walking into a scene every time it knocks my socks off

honestly i could just gush for days about everybody's drawings on this list but for the sake of my embarrassment i will not haha. you're probably best off looking through the wiedzmin tag and specific character tags of people you like and just blocking twn/the witcher netflix and picking out things as you go!

#jacasser #sorry if any of the artists on this list see this #im embarrassed.........

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 31

First time reader click here

it's a mental breakdown *off-key kazoo*. One (1) incident of physical abuse from a parent. And Stephen Strange arc begins opening. Kind of angsty, but more of a filler chapter to resolve the parents-suck thing.

A couple of days was all it took for me to get back on my feet... Figuratively speaking. Neither Bruce nor Tony was particularly excited about me being up and about, I was carried to my desired destination point by one or the other on most occasions. Physically, my body grew tired very easily - I took a lot of sporadic naps throughout the day, more often than not falling asleep in someone's arms. Nobody minded, really - even Loki, who wasn't a touchy-feely person by any means, relented and acted as a body pillow for me when we crashed on the common room couch to catch up with the TV show episodes I'd missed.

Tony was very obviously on the verge of a nervous breakdown. During the few hours I had spent being chased by the Cursed Box Demon in my nightmares, all the leads towards the contractor proved to be cold. Natasha was the most irritated of them all - a late-night talk with Clint through the vent above my room revealed that she took it as a personal insult, unprepared for a simple merc to be so good at evading the world's most notorious spy.

Hulk kept taking over Bruce's body - eyes shining fluorescent green - at the times we were together, periodically clutching me to his chest with clumsy but careful movements. I pitied the mercenary should he encounter my gentle scientist - I didn't think Bruce would even attempt to hold back Mean Green. They seemed to have achieved some sort of symbiosis those days, switching between the two personalities in one body almost effortlessly. Circumstances aside, I was very happy that the tension and the persistent internal conflict inside Bruce had almost disappeared.

What made me upset was Strange. The sorcerer was behaving, well, strangely. He began avoiding all of us - his excuses of helping the search for the merc were flimsy, and Wong's long, deep sigh, when asked about the sorcerer's state of mind, spoke volumes. I suspected Stephen was either seething with anger or drowning himself in the sea of guilt; I had a hunch he was similar to Tony in a way that he hid his vulnerability behind an impenetrable wall of malice and sarcasm and dry wit.

Perhaps I was wrong. But the pent up frustration resulting from the conflict between my overactive brain and my uncooperative body had to blow - and my mother was the fire to my already short fuse. Somehow, she got ahold of the information that I was hurt indirectly because of the actions of the Avengers - and she had called the first available phone she found, which meant Pepper Potts got an earful of vitriol regarding Stark Industries, SHIELD, Tony, and everyone else, including my father. Stoic as she was, Pepper took it all with grace, replying politely to my mother until she hung up on the redhead.

Pepper placed an urgent call to Coulson immediately after that, making the already uncomfortable situation spiral into something truly disgraceful. It ended with strict orders for me to return home - not that anyone besides me and Coulson knew about it. I was a legal adult, I could choose to stay in the tower and my mother was told so on numerous occasions... Knowing her, I was well aware she wouldn't be above storming Tony's home with a small army of her lawyer friends.

Inwardly seething, melting with the anger sitting in the pit of my stomach like a sharp piece of ice, I managed to convince Tony to have Happy escort me home at the guise of gathering more necessities. Tony, being Tony, offered me to buy anything and everything I needed, but relented under my puppy-eyed pleading. It was getting harder and harder to lie to any of my men, the weight of it settling unpleasantly bitter on top of my already foul mood.

Happy grumbled in displeasure at being tailed by a nondescript black SUV - I knew SHIELD would have eyes on me 24/7 now, at least until they catch the rogue mercenary - but seemed to be happy at my general state of relative wellness in his own... Happy... way. Five-second side-grin and "Glad you're up and about, Princess," was probably the most I was going to get from the man who's nickname contradicted his personality. In my humble opinion, he should've been called Brick instead. He was built like a shit house, too.

The moment I stepped into the living room, wearing Wanda's spare sweats and Tony's hoodie, I took a slow look around the room and immediately knew this was it. Most of my anger had receded, courtesy of finally being able to get out of the tower and do something, but the ice in my stomach persisted. The smell of whiskey and cigarettes hit me like a wall, news playing on the TV doing very little to dissolve the viscid, tense silence.

"Sit down," My mother instructed me in the tone of voice she used on people in the courtroom - convicts, people who knowingly broke NDAs.

"I don't think so," I replied, refusing to give in to her bullying. I was being absolutely reckless, I knew it, and still it didn't stop me from standing up for my men. Logically speaking, it could have happened to me anyway, Avengers or not. The cursed box came along long before I'd even met Peter Parker or any of his rag-tag superhero friends.

"Fine," She turned around, steely eyes leveled on me. I was but a speck of dirt under her nails - for the first time in my life, I felt terrified of my mother. I knew what she was capable of. "Listen well, daughter of mine. I'm going to only repeat myself once," She started in that deceptively calm tone of hers. "You are to stop mingling with Stark and his... Company. Immediately. I do not want to hear any more of that Parker boy, either. You will not destroy your future and our family's legacy over some fling with a man twice your age. This little game has gone long enough and it's time for you to get back to reality."

The more she spoke, the higher my eyebrows rose. I was supposed to take orders from my own mother now? Something thin, something thin and crackling with electricity within me just snapped - like a live wire. The hairs on my nape stood up, goosebumps appearing all over my skin. "And what if I do not?" I asked, just as quietly.

I was not prepared for her reaction. One second, she was sitting on the couch and the other - my cheek was burning and my mother was standing over me, breathing the stench of alcohol and tobacco right in my face. I saw the whites of her eyes. "Then you are no daughter of mine. I did not raise you to be someone's cumrag and all this play-pretend scientist shit had to have ended in middle school. I hoped you'd grow up but apparently, you insist on being a baby," She was full-on screaming in my face, so rabid she was shaking.

All I could think of was... How wrong she was. How wrong she would be, her sad little world broken when she finds out just exactly how much I'm capable of. Long gone were the days where I timidly questioned my scientific contributions; thanks to my men - the same men she'd hated so much - I knew my value. I knew I could achieve the things that I wanted.

"If that is your choice, you have thirty minutes to get your shit and get lost. I will not have a whore of a daughter living under my roof," I had missed a good part of her rant; most likely, it consisted of nothing but meaningless insults anyway. After she'd finished, she gave me a shove towards the stairs.

It didn't bother me as much as it should, I think. My cheek smarted and somewhere deep inside, I knew that the eerie calm that had settled over me wasn't normal - on the surface, I felt only relief. The things I suspected all along, finally came to light - she didn't even perceive me as a human being, I was no more than a means to her end. A tool. A thing.

The waterworks started when I frantically shoved most of the shit I could fit in my three suitcases. Upset as I was, my scatterbrain did me a favor that time and I gathered most of the important things. Notebooks full of my research - projects that my mother had called a child's game, projects that could be patented in a week, add a tweak or two. With sudden clarity, I realized I needed none of her money. None of her... At all. In short, I was emotionally all over the place and at the end of it... None of it made sense.

I threw the credit cards with her name on them on the coffee table as I hauled out my suitcases, not sparing the bitch a glance. She was equally quiet, boring into my back with those steely eyes of hers. I felt my skin peel under her stare. In my distraught state, hauling and dumping the suitcases in my car was quick work. Detaching the house key and tossing the last things that connected me to her house on the floor at her feet was a spur of the moment decision; my mother was right, to some extent, and I still had childish tendencies. "You had no right to call yourself my mother in the first place. All you were was an egg donor with more money than you could make sense of. Enjoy your hoard, you damned dragon," I seethed, seeing her frozen in place with her arms crossed and chin held high.

Some part of me hoped she would apologize. That naïve, childish part - I knew my mother and I knew myself, and the trait that we shared was stubbornness. I sped out of the estate without ever looking back, driving aimlessly for a while until the honking coming from drivers around me began reaching alarming levels of volume; tears began flowing down my face at some point, all but obscuring my vision. I parked in the nearest place I could find, in front of a Waffle House out of all places.

Crying in a Waffle House parking lot, how pathetic was that. Logically, I knew at least five people had my back: Tony and Bruce, who surprisingly loved me back; Loki, who had become strangely clingy after my declaration - clingy in the best way. Together with Wanda and Peter, they made my heart warm and my eternally racing brain feel calm and safe.

I called my dad, he didn't pick up. I don't know what I expected of the man, but any and all remnants of my respect for him shattered, breaking into tiny little pieces as I helplessly banged my fists against the steering wheel in a fit of desperate rage. One look in the mirror and my already ashen complexion was made worse by red, puffy eyes and the blooming bruise on my cheek where my mother had slapped me. It was the first time she'd laid a hand on me; I wanted to throw up.

I sat in the car until my breathing slowed; completely and utterly clueless as to what to do. I had no home of my own, three suitcases worth of clothes and research that was useless without a lab to run experiments in, my car, and a small trust fund in my name. The recent incident with the curse box had left me mentally drained as it was, now, I could surely say that my head was empty: no thoughts.

And throughout it all, Stephen's avoidance crossed my mind. As if the self-loathing wasn't enough, as if my own blood, the people who were supposed to care for me, rejecting and ignoring me wasn't strong enough of a blow... The sorcerer's avoidance raised more anger within me. I didn't know why but the thought of him made me want to cry and seethe once again.

Logic gone out of the window, I typed in the Sanctum's address into my GPS with shaking fingers, figuring that if he wasn't willing to do the legwork, I will come to him myself and clarify things for all at once. The mixed signals were just a cherry on top of my sky-high problem sundae.

I banged on the door and it flew open immediately, a surprised sorcerer quickly turning concerned and panicky, noticing my general state of appearance. I was still wearing the same clothes and my hair was in disarray, my face looking somewhere between a coke bender and a manic episode.

"You," I stated darkly, taking a deep breath. "You need to tell me what the fuck is wrong with me and reject me, so I can move on already. And you," I poked the man in the chest, right above the fancy eye-shaped necklace, "Need to stop it with the mixed signals. Stop wallowing in self-pity. Whatever you are doing, STOP IT," My voice involuntarily raised in pitch from all those emotional rollercoasters I've been on that day. "Get back to being normal. Let me fucking live," I finished my tirade as the man stared at me, frozen and open-mouthed.

"I..." He stammered, eyeing me with concern. "What in the multiverse happened to you? What..?" He was so confused, pulling out his phone the moment I bailed my fists.

"My mother threw me out, my father doesn't give a fuck about me, apparently I'm a cheap whore with delusions of grandeur. You're avoiding me and everybody is waiting for me to blow up," I screeched, all but vibrating in my spot. "This is me blowing up. I want answers!" I demanded.

Strange recoiled from me, frowning and pocketing his phone. A deep sigh left him, the kind that made his whole body sag. He ran a careful hand through his hair before looking away and slowly pulling me against his chest, the door shutting behind me and keeping the cold out. I hadn't even noticed I was freezing; my feet were wet from the NYC winter slush and mud.

Stephen's embrace was warm and tender; I wanted to lean into it and push him away at the same time. I was so messed up, it was embarrassing. There was nothing acceptable about this situation - I felt guilty as soon as his face fell.

"Jesus Christ, baby," He mumbled quietly. "Sounds like you had one hell of a day. Let's go, I'll put on some tea," He rubbed soothing circles on my back, something that confused me - I just had stormed in and dumped a bucket of bile right on top of his head.

"I should go," I mumbled, yet had no real strength to move away from him.

"You're not going anywhere. I suppose I need to explain myself, too," He sighed, and despite his obvious discomfort, picked me up, letting my limbs to wrap around his torso like a monkey. I was careful to keep my weight off his hands, even if the trip to the fireplace room was short. As soon as I was placed onto the couch and my shoes were removed, Cloaky drifted over from a dark corner, urging me to take off my soggy hoodie, and wrapped itself tightly around me.

Turns out, semi-sentient cloaks were quite warm.

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hirokari · 3 years

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↠ plaster

pairing: jungmo x reader

tags: high school!au, play!au, clumsy!Reader, fluff

warnings: minor explicit language

— “um... does anyone know where i can find a plaster?”

a/n: ha! its a miracle! she’s updated with an imagine! :P n e ways i think my plan is too update with an imagine once every 1-2 months...? my writer’s block is horrible :’(

Senior year.

The year everyone had been dreading, just one more step until they're out of this hell hole. And yet, what seems like the most relieving thing in the world, it takes one play, one role to mess it up for him.

His brown irises skim through the pinned papers on the school's pinboard, hoping for his name to turn out in the 'extras' parts. But the more he scans fir his name, the more his stomach drops.

Until he'd found his name.

Jungmo groans, the tips of his eyes dropping in sync with his grimacing lips. His fist hits the wall hard, startling one of his classmates.

"Hey, what's up man... oh, you got the role lead! Bro, that's awesome!"

It doesn't help the fact that everyone's congratulating him for something he clearly didn't intentionally aim for. He'd actually slacked his audition, but maybe that's what got him the spoiled prince's role.

"A-Ah, please, it's... not that great." He stammers, rather out of frustration more than humbleness. He rubs the back of his neck in s repeated, eager matter, the endless praises ticking him off even more.

"Aw, come on, Mogu! Embrace the prince in you!" Minhee emphasizes into his mic, followed by a fit of immature cackling from himself and Woobin. Jungmo clicks his tongue of annoyance, "This senior play can suck my a-"

"Cheer up, Jungmo. You're the center of attention-"

"That's just it! Sure, I'd like the fame and stuff, but for a stupid prince role? Come on, dude. No thanks."

Jungmo sighs out of exasperation, slouching further into his seat. He mutters a curse followed by the younger's name, cracking a smirk when Minhee doesn't bother to hide his whimper mixed with the sound of him shuffling against his bed sheets.

"Right, my guys, I'm heading out. I'm tired from all this fame," He concludes with a yawn, stretching his arms in front of himself, nodding in content when he hears his bone sockets pop (or crack, if you say it like that).

"Alright, g'night, princey." Minhee snickers. Woobin chuckles, "Yeah, lights out for you, your highness."

Jungmo mumbles a few sleepy slurs under his breath, clearing his throat as he disconnects from the FaceTime. He's so frustrated that he'd clicked a button one too many times, and his phone lags aren't helping.

Tomorrow's rehearsals are going to be hell.

"Is this okay?" A girl— who Jungmo had just realized was looking at him suggestively— mumbles lowly, her voice probably raspy on purpose as she measures his waist down with a measuring tape. She licks her lips and nibbles on the bottom one, but it really looks like she's trying to find the stuck piece of broccoli between her teeth with her tongue.

He gulps thickly, finding the situation not to his liking. "...it's not okay?" He answers rather in a questioning tone. She laughs, obviously not taking his answer seriously and resting her hand to his chest, "You're really funny."

He's had enough. He's uncomfortable, and really, really hot in this stuffy room with other people in the play who wouldn't care about his sticky situation. He's close to slapping this girl. That is, until the door opens slowly.

Jungmo's attention strays from the attempting girl to whoever had just come in, realizing that from the door was the only natural light that illuminates in the room. He ceiling lights make him sleepy, maybe because of how boring and dull it was.

Seeing the first ray on sunlight since a while caused him to squint when it shone directly at his eyes, the air now smelling grassy from the field directly outside the dusty storage room the students had (for some reason) voted to measure for costumes in.

"Um... does anyone know where I can find a plaster?" You ask softly, but loud enough to catch everyone's attention. It's quiet for a brief moment, and you panic internally, as if you'd just interrupted a starved wolf's meal.

But one of your classmates wave over for you, to which you scurry over to with a relieved sigh.

Jungmo's eyes couldn't leave your figure. He admired the nice taste in clothes you've spent all morning picking out, and your messy hair tied into a lazy style. He watched you wrap on the plaster around your finger, your tongue sticking out a little out of habit.

He doesn't know why, he really doesn't, but it makes him smile, seeing you struggle with the sticky side of the plaster.

"Hey," Jungmo finally says to the previous suggestive girl, and he fights down the urge to just cringe when she bats her lashes at him while purring out a response. He gestures his head towards your direction, "do you know who that is?"

"Oh, the clutz kid? Don't even bother-- she's lame, and always clumsy with herself." The girl rolls her eyes, twirling the ends of her hair. "She's came in for another plaster— She's clearly only pricking herself for some attention while making the play fits."

She makes the play's outfits? By hand?

Jungmo's impressed, and intrigued. He won't let this chance slip.

"Craaap," You hiss out, leaning your head back against the wall. It's the fifth time you've hurt yourself with the same needle. Yui snickers, "Should I get you another coke?"

"What? Why coke?" "...well, I'm getting coke, you want some?" "...yes please. I'll go look for some plasters... again."

She nods with a playful hum, dashing off to the vending machine all the way across the building. Sucking on the sweet, metallic tasting fluid from your finger, you slowly stand up, mentally preparing yourself for another trip for plasters.

That is-- until a sudden voice calls out a 'hey,'.

Turning around, your brows ride up in surprise when you see a tall boy clad in a black hoodie leaning on the wall you had been sitting against.

"Yeah?" You answer quietly, retracting your finger from your lips. The boy reaches up to scratch the back of his head with one hand as the other rummages into his hoodie's pouch.

"Well, uh, I noticed you were looking for some plasters a while ago, and um... figured you were clumsy. So I got you a pack," He reaches out, and you see a box of plasters.

Your chest tightens at his thoughtful actions. Stranger or not, he sure knew how to swoon people-- or at least, you.

"O-Oh! So it's obvious I'm pretty messy, huh?" You jest, accepting the box from his hand. He shrugs, "Eh, who isn't? Messy is good sometimes, right?"

"Right," You repeat, tearing the box open slowly. You spot more crimson seeping from your skin, which causes you to grab a plaster in a hurried matter.

Now, five minutes later, here you are back on the floor next to the kind boy who had bought you the pack of plasters.

"Thank you, by the way." You turn to him, a smile gracing your lips. The side of his lips quirks up, "Don't mention it, uh... I didn't catch your name."

"Y/N."

You extend a palm, and he grins at the amount of plasters it's covered in.

"Jungmo."

He envelopes your hand in his bigger one, a firm shake being the first step to a great connection.

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The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Forty &Chapter Forty Continued

Chapter Forty-One

Word Count 4.4k

Warnings: none for this chapter

Life was calm after your return home from Novgorod. Everyone was in their own little haze of happiness that entranced everyone in Kattegat. The people are thriving and your dragons are prospering. You and Ivar have had a lot of alone time and it has strengthened yours and his relationship immensely. You and Hvitserk are as great as you've ever been. Ubbe and Torvi are in 'la-la-land', as Ivar would say. So to say that you have totally forgotten about Wessex, would be an understatement. On this day, your news carrier comes into your home, barring a handful of letters.

"Oh my.."

He chuckles, "Yes, my queen."

Ivar "And you are just handing them to us now-"

"Oh, they just arrived, my king."

Ivar "They just arrived? All of them?"

"Yes, my king."

"Who are they from?"

"Wessex, my queen." You and Ivar lock eyes and you snatch the handful of letters out of the man's hands, startling him quite a bit.

"Oh, I am sorry! I didn't mean to-"

"It is quite alright." He laughs it off. Hvitserk walks up to you from sitting beside Ubbe and Torvi, to read it with you. "I hope all is well, my queen." He said before walking away.

"Thank you kindly." He nods and then leaves you be. When you open the first letter, you realize that it is only the lists of the people that Helga finds able to lead Wessex while you sit on Kattegat's throne. The list was long, making your head pound at the thought of having to choose only one man or woman to lead.

Ivar "She made a list of their abilities." He hands you another list that he read first hand. You begin to read the piece of parchment when a name caught your eye: Daario Naharis.

"Look at his abilities! I have never seen someone so capable."

Ivar "He does sound like he qualifies for the duties."

Hvitserk "When do you have to go?"

"I will have to leave as soon as possible."

Hvitserk "Are you going alone?"

Ivar "My love, I have to sta-"

"I know. I wouldn't ask you to leave again, Ivar." You think for a moment, pondering if it would be safe to travel all that way by yourself.

Hvitserk "I can go with you."

"Are you sure? I can have a guard-"

Hvitserk "I'd much rather go with you then stay here with my two brothers."

Ubbe "Aye, I heard that!" He said as he threw a piece of food that he was munching on at Hvitserk. You all get a good laugh but then you get back to business.

"If you want to go, we have to get ready to leave. Helga could have sent these weeks ago! I do not wish for her to wait any longer, let alone have the whole kingdom be in chaos by the time we arrive."

Hvitserk snickers, "I will get my horse." You nod and Ivar takes your hand in his own and your eyes connect.

Ivar "This is so unexpected..are you alright to travel all that way?"

"I have to go, beloved. There is no discussion. Those are my people and they need guidance."

Ivar "I know. I am sure that they will be very happy to see your beautiful face." He caresses your cheek.

"Hmm. I do miss my old kingdom. Especially now since my father is no longer there." You chuckle.

Ivar "It will be good for you, my love. But please, send me a letter when you arrive. To let me know that you and Hvitserk are safe."

"I will, I promise. And you will write me back, yes?"

Ivar "Yes." He kisses your lips, "Do you know when you will return?"

"Sadly, I do not. I completely forgot about the matter. But I will write to you every chance that I get. And I will be home as soon as I can."

Ivar smiles, "Okay, my sweet. I love you."

"So much." You kiss him again and then struggle to get your pregnant-self up from your throne. Ubbe ends up running to your aid.

You huff once you are stable, "Thank you." You force a laugh.

Ubbe "No need to thank me." He rubs your belly and smiles, "My little niece will soon be here, that is all that matters. I do not mind helping you, Y/n."

"I know. Keep Ivar in line for me-"

Ivar "..Aye?!" You two burst out laughing.

"I'm kidding!" Then you look up at Ubbe and give him a stern look and he only nods. He knows that you weren't kidding. When you are away or even out of the room for hours at a time, Ivar can lose himself and become angry and hateful for absolutely no reason. So you need Ubbe's help to keep him in line while you are away. And you trust Ubbe to do so.

Torvi "I love you, beautiful. Stay safe, yeah?"

"Yes, I love you too." You say your goodbyes to the kids and then you meet Hvitserk outside. He is standing by his horse with open arms.

"What?"

Hvitserk "You are riding with me! So come here!" You hesitate for a minute because you do not like the thought of leaving all three of your dragons here in Kattegat but your dragon's are asleep anyways, so you agree. He helps you up and then he mounts his horse and waits for you to grab a hold of him before he commands his horse to go.

Hvitserk "Wessex, England..here we come." You giggle and rest your head on his back. The thought of going home to Wessex excites you. You are excited at the fact that you will get to be in your home without the fear of coming in contact with your father. And seeing Helga is always a joy. So you look over Hvitserk's shoulder and take in your horizon.

Hvitserk "Oh, I forgot to mention something, princess."

"Hmm?"

Hvitserk "We have ten trained Vikings tagging along." You pause and then look behind you to find ten guards riding close behind.

"Of course we do."

Hvitserk chuckles, "Hey you are a queen. A queen who is carrying my child..of course I am bringing guards with us. We can-"

"Never be too safe." You finish his sentence.

Hvitserk "Exactly."

"I know. I love you."

Hvitserk "And I love you."

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You ended up falling asleep on Hvitserk's back along the way. But when you subconsciously feel the horse stop galloping, you wake yourself.

Hvitserk "Good morning sunshine."

"Shut up." You both laugh. "How long have I been out?"

Hvitserk "Mmm, all of it."

"Shit..I'm sorry."

Hvitserk "Kitten, I am glad that you got sleep, don't be sorry. I'm not mad-"

"I know, you never get mad at me." You smile.

Hvitserk "Because I love-"

Helga "You are here!!" She yelled as she came up towards the gated entrance.

"Hi momma!" She smiles from ear to ear whenever you call her that. Ever since you were a little girl, Helga was always a second mother to you. When your mother could not help you, Helga would. Whenever your mother was away, Helga would take great care of you.

Helga opens up the gates and waits for Hvitserk to help you dismount the horse. Once you were on the ground, she ran up to you and gave you a welcoming embrace.

Helga "Oh my sweet girl. Welcome home."

"It feels nice to be home. Um, I don't know if you remember-"

Helga "Hvitserk, of course I do." She says as she hugs him. "You helped in the siege..and with the burial of my daughter."

Hvitserk "It was my pleasure to do so."

Helga "Such a gentleman. Oh, how could I be so clumsy! Come now, let's go meet them." She takes your hand and leads you to the palace. Seeing it for the first time since the siege, takes your breath away. It is like the darkness that your father casted over the palace was once and for all lifted. And all that remained is beauty and grace.

"I have almost forgotten how beautiful my home was.."

Helga "We all have, little one. But now our kingdom is restored."

"Not quite yet, Helga. You need guidance."

Helga "And that is why you have come, is it not?"

"It is. I want to help as best as I can without physically being here. I do not wish for this kingdom to fall like it once did."

Helga cups your cheeks, "I have faith in you and whoever you decide to be our ruler. Now come on, let's go meet them all." Hvitserk does not leave your side the entire way. He catches himself with his mouth ajar as he walks through the palace walls. All of the intricate details and all of the colors, makes his jaw drop.

Hvitserk "I do not remember the palace looking like this when I came to save you, Y/n."

"That is because you were not focusing on the details. You were focusing on finding me." You take his hand, "But now you can pause and take it all in." He smiles and grazes his surroundings. The ceiling has art painted on them, with the most detail. He thinks to himself, "how did they do that? How could one paint the ceiling?" You giggle to yourself as you watch Hvitserk's eyes light up as he looks at your first home.

Helga "Y/n, this would be my first choice for a leader.." You look at the gentleman standing beside her in shock.

"My Queen.." he kneels before you.

"Please rise.."

"Daario..my queen. Daario Naharis." He says his name as he rises.

"It is nice to meet you, Daario."

Daario "You as well, my queen. And who is accompanying you?"

Hvitserk "Hi, I'm Hvitserk Lothbrok. Her protector." You smile to yourself and try not to make it too obvious. Daario shakes Hvitserk's hand and nods.

Daario "That is good to see that my queen is in good hands." Hvitserk snickers.

Helga "Why don't the two of you get to know each other? Daario, tell her about yourself."

Daario smiles, "Of course. Walk with me?" Hvitserk tenses up like the alpha male in the wolf pack, and Daario notices his sudden change in body language. "Hvitserk, I am not going to hurt my queen. I just met her-"

Hvitserk "I am not going to apologize for being protective. She is pregnant."

Daario "I can see that. More of the reason to be gentle and kind..I am no threat to you or Y/n."

Hvitserk huffs, "Where are you taking her?"

"Hvitserk that is enough. This is my kingdom, I know this place like the back of my hand. If anyone pulls anything, they will get hurt, not me." Daario starts to laugh but he covers it up with his hand and Hvitserk backs off.

Hvitserk "Fine."

Helga "You can walk with me, Hvitserk. I can show you Y/n's favorite places in the kingdom!" He looked at you one last time before Helga took his arm and pulled him in the opposite direction.

You sigh and Daario notices, "Hey, are you alright?"

"Me? Oh yes, I'm fine."

Daario "Well in that case," he offers you his arm and you take it, "What would you like to know first, my queen?"

"Please, just call me Y/n..I hear that enough at home."

Daario nods, "Understood."

"I suppose I would like to know your history..your beginning." He talks as he walks you up to the balcony part of the palace, a.k.a, your favorite place to be in your home. He continues to talk but you zone out for a good long while. You just place your hands on the railing and take in the world in front of you. Daario stops talking when he realizes that you aren't listening and just takes in your beauty. Gods you are the most beautiful woman that he has ever seen.

"It is so beautiful here, isn't it?"

Daario "Beautiful doesn't come close." You look back at him and he was not looking at the horizon, he was looking at you. You have to admit, the man is gorgeous. But you are loyal to Ivar.

"So, please continue to tell me about yourself." He laughed and started talking about his life story and to be honest, he is more than qualified to be a leader.

"You are more than able to lead, Daario..but I have so many other people to talk to.."

Daario "You do?"

"Yes but I already have my leader." He smiles, "But I do not know how to tell them that I will not be choosing them."

Daario "Just let them tell their story and put them down gently." You try not to laugh but it comes out anyway, making Daario laugh.

Daario "But if you are choosing me to lead this kingdom, I must swear to you this: I will do everything I can to keep your people safe. I will lead with honor and dignity. I will be kind and generous, and I will always think twice before making a final decision. And lastly, I will always be by your side when and if you ever need me, my queen. Your protection matters to me the most, and your childs..of course."

"Thank you, Daario. And I believe your word. But if you let this kingdom down, and this kingdom falls to ruin under your command, I will burn you alive." You say with a straight face, making Daario pause.

Daario "I won't let you down, my queen. I swear it."

"Good. I have to speak to my people, will you join me?"

Daario "It would be a pleasure."

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When you come down the steps, you find many of you people waiting for your return. You are startled by the sight but then you recollect yourself when Daario puts his hand on your shoulder.

Daario "They are glad that you are home."

"Where were you when I was a kid?" He chuckles, "I could have used your sense of protection my whole life.."

Daario "Well I am here now. You are safe, more than that if you'd ask me."

"And why do you say that?"

"Look at your people." You look over the stairwell and see all of their smiles and the joy in their faces at the sight of their queen being home. "Your people love you. They adore you, Y/n. Your people stand by your side, not against you. So why do I see fear in your eyes?"

"Old habits, I suppose."

Daario "Mm, Helga has told me about your father.. I am so sorry that he treated you and this kingdom so harshly."

"I do not wish to speak of him in this palace ever again. His name is like a dagger to me."

Daario "My sincere apologies."

"It's alright..I just have to realize that he can't hurt me anymore."

Daario "No he cannot. And I swear that if I was here when we were younger, I would've done everything I could to protect you. But I cannot change the past, I can only help you in the present and plan for the future."

"I sense that to be true."

Helga "So…" you jolt when she comes up beside you. "How did it go?"

You giggle, "Very well. But I must talk to the rest of my people before I make my final decision."

Helga "Perfect. I have taken on the responsibility and gathered the remaining people in the front of the palace to tell their stories.."

"You did that?" She nods, "What would I do without you?" You pull her in for a hug and she gladly hugs you back.

Helga "Aw my sweet girl, words cannot describe how happy I am that you are home."

"I feel very welcomed." You smile and take her hand as she leads you outside, where you are rejoined with Hvitserk.

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When you sit down beside him, his face lights up immediately and so does yours.

"Welcome home, my queen!" One of your old friends said to you.

"FLORA!" You shout her name as you race to get to her without toppling over. She rushes towards you and laughs as you cling to her like a monkey.

"Oh my gods, I thought I lost you too!"

Flora "You almost did but I'm still here."

"Thank gods. Oh I have missed you so much."

Flora "Y/n, you are so pregnant!" You both burst out laughing.

"I am."

Flora "You look so beautiful, oh my goodness."

"I love you, oh..I am so happy you are here with me."

Flora "I wasn't going to miss out on this kingdom's resurrection."

"Good, I want you to be a part in that."

Flora "Absolutely, my queen."

"Stop that! I am your best friend-"

Flora "And technically my queen..so I am calling you my queen."

"You were always so stubborn."

Flora "But you love me anyways."

"I do." You hug one last time before sitting back down beside Hvitserk, with Daario behind you and Helga on your other side.

"So, you all wish to lead?" Hvitserk looks at you in admiration. The power that you hold is unbelievable. The love you have over your people is astonishing. The first person to come up and kneel was another young gentleman. He shared his story and it matched your beginning. So you sympathized with him and gave him a chance.

"Can you fight?"

"I do not have much experience, my queen. But I can learn." He said.

"Everyone can be taught, young man. If you wish to learn-" you get caught off guard by three figures in the sky. You cannot make out what it is at first but then you smirk when you realize that it is none other than your dragon's coming home.

Hvitserk "Well I'll be damned.."

"I knew that we couldn't stay away from them for too long.."

Daario "What in God's name are-"

"Those, Daario, are my dragons." He looks at you and then back up towards the sky in shock and amazement. And then it clicks in his head and he snickers.

Daario "No wonder you told me that you would burn me alive if I ever betrayed you.."

Hvitserk "She will, that is a promise. But do not think that I would be so easy as to let you just burn alive. No no no, if you ever betray Y/n, or do anything to jeopardize this kingdom and these people, I will make sure that you will pay for what you did, understood?"

Daario "We have an understanding, Lothbrok. But I would never do such a thing. I know some of what her father did, of course not all, but I would never do anything to cause Y/n or these people any more pain then they have already been through. So you can stop with the threats."

"I trust him, Hvitserk. So should you."

Hvitserk "Good." Your dragon's land around the kingdom and your people are pleased to see them. They know that they were a huge part in the siege and the victory, so they do not fear them.

"Please, continue." The man continued and then the rest of the people interested in leading Wessex. None of them were close to qualifying to lead like Daario is. So to you, the option was quite clear. But as a queen, you decide to think over all of your options over the night and you will declare the leader of Wessex in the morning.

"Thank you. Thank all of you for coming today and sharing your stories with me. I want you to know that whoever I pick by first light, will be who I find suits to lead such a kingdom as Wessex. Who I find will protect, guide and respect my good people. So please, do not take this decision to heart if you are not chosen. If I could, I would allow all of you to lead but that would only bring chaos, to which I cannot allow. That will be all, please go on with your daily tasks." Your people bow and do as they are told. You sigh in contentment with how that all went.

Hvitserk "You did so well, Y/n."

"Thank you. I loved speaking to them. Because they are my people, not Ivar's. If that makes any sense."

Hvitserk "It does completely."

Helga "How is Ivar?"

"Mm, he is fine. Thank you for asking."

Daario "May I ask, who is Ivar?"

"He is my husband." In that moment, he looks down but he does not see a ring.

Daario "Oh, of course. I just did not see a ring, is all."

"My ring stopped fitting once I reached my third trimester..I can no longer wear it."

Daario "Oh I see. I'm sorry for misunderstanding."

"That is quite alright." He smiles and nods.

Daario "Can I ask you a favor?" You nod, "Can you introduce me to your dragons?" You giggle from his politeness.

"Yes, of course. Come on." Him as well as Hvitserk and Helga follow you to your dragon's. All three dragons took kindly to Daario and his scent. If they did not respond nicely to Daario, then that would give you the need to choose someone else to be the leader of Wessex. But now that your dragons gave you this clarity, now you are certain that Daario Naharis will be the next leader of Wessex England.

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When night fell, you gathered your people to feast with you. Seeing so many familiar faces, brought you so much joy. Talking to those you have loved your entire life, made your heart warm. You wish that Thyra was here with you, however, you miss her more than words could possibly describe. So you make the toast out to her, in her honor.

"Thank you for joining me on this feast. I am aware that we are missing some beautiful people tonight, one being my close friend, Thyra. She was my sister and I wish that she was here to feast with us all on this night. So let us toast to her and to everyone we have lost on that day. Cheers."

"Cheers!" They all shouted. Helga got up from her seat and with tears in her eyes, she hugged you.

Helga "Thank you for that, Y/n. I was not expecting such a toast."

"How could I forget her? She is still very much a part of me and you. She always will be." Helga nods, "Go on, go eat." She kisses your cheek and then sits back down to enjoy her meal. Hvitserk and you talk most of the time while your people talk amongst themselves. Helga talks with Daario but he keeps his eye on you most of the night. You are aware of his glance and you try not to stare back.

Hvitserk "He likes you, don't he?"

"Who?"

Hvitserk "Daario."

"Oh gods."

Hvitserk "It is quite obvious, kitten."

"Even if that was true, I am loyal to Ivar. And you!"

Hvitserk "I know."

"So why even bring that up, hmm?" You say as you bring your glass of water up to your lips.

Hvitserk "Because he has been staring at you all night."

"He swore his allegiance to my and our daughter. He swore to protect her and I..he is watching over me to keep me safe. Just as you did when I first arrived in Kattegat. Do you not remember?"

Hvitserk "Of course I remember."

"Then please stop overthinking. I need you. I need you to not be focusing on Daario looking at me and be focusing on this joyous time. I am home and you get to be home with me, isn't that more important?"

Hvitserk "Yes, yes you are right. I won't bring it up anymore." You nod and continue to eat. Your people start asking about your pregnancy and how far along you are. You love answering those questions because you are more than excited to meet your daughter.

Daario "I am sure that your son or daughter will be as beautiful as you are,my queen."

"Thank you very much." You exchange smiles and Hvitserk snickers and grinds his teeth. "Well, I am getting very tired-"

Hvitserk "Come on then, let's go to bed. It is fairly late."

"Sounds good. Thank you all for joining me! If any of you need me, you will know where I will be. Good night." They all say good night to you and Hvitserk walks you up to bed. When you get into your chambers, you realize that you have yet to write to Ivar, so that is what you do before getting into bed.

Once you two are in bed, you both get exhausted instantly. Being in each other's arms just brings the two of you so much comfort that you can fall asleep in the matter of a few minutes.

Hvitserk "We haven't slept together since the siege."

"Has it really been that long?" You say as you look up at him.

Hvitserk "I'm afraid it has."

"You seem sad, Hvitserk."

Hvitserk "I am not sad, princess. I am just happy to have you back in my arms."

"Well we will be here in Wessex for quite some time, so we will have plenty of quality time to spend together, alright?"

Hvitserk smiles, "Yes, my queen."

"Oh don't start!"

Hvitserk "What? You don't like it when I call you my queen?" He says as he plants kisses over your neck, "You don't like it?"

"You play too much."

Hvitserk "Play? I'm not sure that playing is the right word."

"Then what are you doing?"

Hvitserk "Seducing." You blush and wait for his lips to crash onto yours. The kiss is pure bliss to the both of you. Especially giving the fact that it has been a while since your last kiss. Your breathing picks up and so does his.

Hvitserk "Are you still tired?"

"Can't say that I am."

Hvitserk "Good, neither am I." You both giggle and continue what Hvitserk started. The day was wonderful and exciting to think about a new guidance to your kingdom. But now, it is just you and Hvitserk and you two are in your own little worlds, where it is just you and him.

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essercipertuttienonperse · 4 years

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Louies tag game!!

thank you so much @foreverfanficaddict @louislorde @theparisinterview @28finelines @beau-soleil-louis @louisau for tagging me to do this! i may have gone a bit feral doing this ngl shxhg

When did you become a Louie?

2018! around November i think, something like that

One thing that drew you in specifically?

well i initially just saw the miss you mv and loved the song and also thought he was pretty good looking shfh then i listened to his other solo stuff and JLY really impressed me for the lyrics! so then i decided to *finally* give a chance to 1d and started listening to their albums, and i realised that all my favourite songs were written by him!!!! also, his voice instantly stood out to me, at first i couldn't distinguish who was singing if it was one of the others but louis's voice was really recognisable to me! and i fell in love with it! i remember listening to end of the day and love you goodbye and no control and being BLOWN AWAY by how good he sounds! and i love love love love how much emotion he puts in his voice, you can literally hear him smile sometimes! and other times that single second of wavering he puts in his voice gives SO much more depth and emotional impact to the song! and other times, like when he says darling in too young, his voice caresses the word!!!! how!!!!?? idk how he does it but i love it so much

Why did you become a Louie?

ohh honestly i don't even know where to begin!! i definitely think it was a number of things that i love about him plus an irrational feeling of connection that i feel towards him. i don't know how to describe it but i just connect with his music so much and he always makes me so HAPPY ! like genuinely so happy! i will be having the worst day ever but if i watch a video of him i can assure you that it will make me smile.

as for the things i love about him: i admire him so so so much, he's what i aspire to be, he was put through SO much in his life, so many hardships, tragedies, so much pressure and so much bullshit, it would have been so much easier (and i would have understood) if he had just turned bitter and cold, if he had stopped fighting and stopped caring, BUT he didn't! he kept fighting for what he believes in and what he cares about! he stayed true to himself despite EVERYONE around him telling him that it was the bad choice, he kept wearing his heart on his sleeve despite the fact that it has been ripped apart so many times! he kept caring about people despite being hurt! he stayed soft and warm and bright even if everything around him was harsh and dark! he kept doing what he loves (music) despite the fact that people tried everything to make it hard for him ! he's so amazing !

and he LOVES so much! he has so much love in his heart, he loves his family, his friends, his hometown, music, his fans, his person, and he loves so fiercely and so unapologetically! the way he writes about love blows me away because he's so open about how much love means to him! these are some of my favourites:

'think of how much love that's been wasted, people always trying to escape it'

I'm sorry if i say i need you but i don't care i'm not scared of love'

'unexplainable a love that only we could understand'

'they said a love like this would never last'

I'd give everything that I've got for your love'

all i know at the end of the day is you love who you love there ain't no other way

and the way he TALKS about love too! when he said too young is about meeting The One at 18 and not being "equipped" for that kind of love... like ??!!! who talks like that??!!! or when he said love is only for the brave!!!!

and also he's SUCH a good person!!! he's genuinely so fucking good!!!!!!!!!! he thrives in taking care of people!! if he has a bad day all he wants to do is to make someone else happy!!!!!! he always took care of his family so much, and then he was put in the band and he took care and loved every single one of them!!! he helped them all so much! and he's so good at understanding what each person needs! and then he makes sure to be that for them!! he also cares so much about us??!! literal strangers! but when a fan approaches him and he notices they have something important they want to say he drops EVERYTHING and instantly gives them all his attention and all his care!

and he's so smart!!!!!!!! so clever!!!!!! so brave!!!!!!! and he fights all his battles with grace, intelligence and elegance!

I'm stopping myself before i cry ahsjfh

Who would you want Louis to collab with?

i would love to see him collab with one of his idols! it would make him very happy! and if i had to go with my personal preference i think i would love to see him collab with sam fender, both in writing and in sound i think they would be incredible together. also i would love to see him write with Taylor! i think they could learn something from each other

Favorite song on walls?

Walls i think, i love all them so much but walls is the perfect summary of everything he wanted to say with this album i think

Favorite hairstyle?

long-ish peaky blinders and the fringe he usually has but a little bit shorter and less thick, like the one he did for the album signings performances

Back to you, just hold on, or miss you? aesthetically and sound wise miss you, lyrically i prefer jho

Louis in suits or sweaters?

gorgeous in suits but absolutely the love of my life in sweaters !

Favorite tattoo?

given a chance ♡♡♡♡

Favorite Louis photo (currently)?

i love this photo because it's so him! strong! fierce! proud! but also open and vulnerable! real in the way that you can see sleepless nights in the dark skin under his eyes but you can also see years of laughter in the crinckles by his eyes! it's not perfect, it's not polished, it's louis ♡

Random extra?

i feel like I've said enough lmao shdh but i wanted to add that i had never been such a fan of anyone before louis! never like this!

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#tag things #hope everyone is having a good day or night 💖💖💖#love u all !

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(Echee post) Emma Watson wants her privacy at Café Pacifico in Covent Garden

Posted on May 22 2014.

From standard.co.uk May 2014 "Emma Watson has gone from unknown schoolgirl to Hollywood actress, thanks to playing Hermione in the Harry Potter films. But fame ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.The Londoner spotted Watson at Mexican hotspot Café Pacifico in Covent Garden on Friday, heading to the bar to order some drinks. Heads swivelled, eyes turned upon her and Watson retreated to the corner where her boyfriend Matthew Janney was sitting. Even that didn’t do the trick. Shortly afterwards, he was seen asking a table of customers, all chaps, to move away from their spot to give the star some privacy. Watson is lucky: few would argue with her rugby-playing beau, but he still said please." So she was at a public place drinking and because people were looking at her she had her boyfriend ask them to move so she could have her space and privacy? If she wants her privacy she can go home to drink. Those patrons have every right to be there like she does. Was she being heckled? No. It's natural for some people to get a little star struck around celebrities. Society or more like the business they work for have them made out to be such perfect specimens and better than everyone else that people are bound to check them out when coming across one in public. It's not like they were running up to her asking for autographs and selfies. They were looking going, "Hey look it's Emma Watson". And it's really no different when people spot a really attractive person in a bar or pub. I think it could have been worse don't you? What is it with celebrities like Emma who talk about wanting to be normal and treated like everyone else but then expect special treatment when around us "commoners"? Or maybe they don't want to really fit in. They just want the best of both worlds? As the saying goes they want to have their cake and eat it to. Idk but this is a shit move on her part. Total diva moment for sure.

Here is a couple other stories from this year where Emma is being less than nice and sociable From jamesmeets.wordpress April 2014: ….This only left the two big guns to arrive, Russell Crowe and Emma Watson. A couple of cars pulled into the Square together, which meant one of the two was arriving, but which would it be? Heart in my mouth as out got Emma. Here’s the point at which I should probably provide a bit of a back-story… At one stage, Emma was my favourite person; I grew up watching the Harry Potter films, and when I started this crazy hobby nine years ago there was a (small) list of people I wanted to meet most, and she was very close to the top of that list. However… four years ago I went to Wimbledon for the tennis finals. Rafa Nadal had beaten Thomas Berdych in straight sets in b-e-a-utiful weather. A perfect Sunday afternoon, topped off by spotting Emma leaving the VIP pavilion. I genuinely don’t think I had (or since have) ever been so excited to see one person. I asked her and she said no. It wasn’t a polite no, I’d have no issue with that, but was a downright rude no. It’s hard to describe, but her attitude was really bad. Maybe she was a Thomas Berdych fan? Joking aside, I was gutted, and since then the overarching thought whenever anyone mentioned her was that experience. Even getting an autograph from her at the BAFTAs in 2011 didn’t help change my opinion, as even the hardest signers’ sign at the BAFTAs. Anyways, back to the present… Out got Emma, and in some kind of twisted fate, came straight over to where I was. She signed for the person next to me, and then it was my turn. Despite internally combusting with a mix of excitement and nerves, I managed to tell her I met her at SW19, even with the details of Rafa winning in straight sets, that she’d said no to a photo and I was gutted. I was probably less eloquent than I picture. I asked her if she’d make up for it by posing for a picture now, and she agreed. Say whaaaaaaaaat!!! Her brother (I presume it was her brother, I’ve no idea) took the camera and took an absolutely belting photo. His fan photo

Some comments from this person's page about Emma and the photo: Moviefan2k4-“No offense intended, but are British people always really serious? I’m only asking because Emma’s not smiling in that picture. She almost looks like she didn’t want to be at the screening.” James-”She’s not the nicest person in the world - she probably didn’t want to be there!” Moviefan2k4-“That’s sad; I hope she was just having a rough time, and that isn’t her daily temperament.” Dancingirl1-“Wish she would’ve smiled.” James-“It is. I met her four years ago and she was plain rude. Only reason I got this photo was because I told her how disappointed I was back then.” I bet if he was a hot guy she'd have no problem taking a photo with him. I bet that had something to do with it. She just seems like the type that would be so shallow. Plus she is there to promote Noah so she should be nice. It's part of the job detail. She can't work the crowd a little? It's not like she does it everyday. Idk but if I was making millions solely off the backs of working people I'd be ecstatic that they wanted my autograph. Here is another one From raleightelegram.com April 2014, "The after party was at the Central Park boathouse and they packed up 10 tour buses to get everyone over there.Jennifer Connolly sans any bodyfat whatsoever was shivering on the freezing cold carpet. Russell Crowe, who isn’t known for his social graces, was a surprisingly pleasant and social butterfly both on the carpet and at the after-party, even snapping selfies with me, Stephen, and rapper 50 Cent, while Jennifer Connolly looked on. At the party, Emma Watson sat drinking surrounded by friends and a formidable blonde haired woman guarding her. Emma didn’t chat with guests like Russell and the rest of the cast did, and she was a bit rude and snotty to me and other folks. Her guard was equally as unpleasant. I later learned this tough blonde was a hired bodyguard to protect her from stalkers. Emma was also the last celeb to leave the party, probably waiting for the bar to close." Ok she has a bodyguard but does she have to be rude to people at a party where you have to have credentials and be invited to attend? I'm sure she's as safe there as she would be in a panic room. She has her "formidable" bodyguard with her. Is it that much of a task to be nice to people. And one more From skinnygossip.com Feb.2014, "When she was in Iceland filming Noah she went to the bar I was working at. I didn’t see this but I heard some yelling from outside. Later I was told that she threw a hissyfit at a doorman for not letting her skip the line. She apparently kept screaming and yelling “do you know who I am?”. Such a cliché, I hope she was drunk…" Here is her latest tongue lashing moment of a service worker At first I thought she was upset with her new boy toy but actually she is giving some lip service to the security guard in the parking lot for a Rugby match. Her boy toy has to console her because she's upset about something. Oh the humanity!! lol

Click here to see her same reaction when yelling at cab driver in London and if you want to see her on video get upset at another event click here to watch her get animated about having to walk with Rupert Grint instead of staying on the arm of HP producer David Heyman. For more diva stories visit Sue at emma-what-son.tumblr.tumblr and click on her diva tags and check out my diva posts on this page. Once again: I'm no longer accepting comments here. If you have any questions or comments you can reach me at meettherealemmawatson.tumblr.com where I spend the majority of my time. I will still post here when I feel like it and when there is something worthy

#echee #echee posts

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Drake & Cal

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Drake smiled looking over himself in the mirror. Baby blue shirt and black pants, his glasses had a small tint of black around the edges, complimenting his silver eyes. His green hair pushed to the side. He rocked on his feet a moment before picking up his bag, quickly heading down stairs. "Now, Dray, sit down and eat. And do take out the jewelry before your father gets here." Drake rolls his eyes grabbing a piece of toast. "Can't mom, I'll be late, and today I start my job so.... bye!" And with that Drake raced out the door. He sat at the bench and waited for the bus that would take him to his destination. He sighs pulling out his phone to scroll through tumblr.

A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Drake eagerly rushes in, scanning the seats before picking one beside his best friend. Their name was Bea, they had been best friends since they were kids, And knew everything about each other, so of course, they were the best choice. Bea still had their black hair, and dashing personality. "You ready?" Drake asked, Bea just now noticing his presence. "Whoa- Jesus- Don't do that!" Drake chuckles sliding his bag underneath his seat. "'Glowsticks- need I say more'?" Drake gestures to Bea's shirt. Bea looks up from their phone again. "Need I say more?" They slid their phone into their pocket. "So, what job do you think we'll get?" Drake smiles slightly bringing his right leg up to his chest. "I don't know, probably some fast food joint, it's what most teenagers get." They nod their head turning so that their back is against the window. "Yeah, probably.... but what if we get an exciting job? It's not unheard of!!" Drake rolls his eyes. "Your idea of exciting is the possibility of dying, but not dying. And while that's all good and all, I'd never hear the end of getting stuck with that kinda job." Bea punches his arm lightly. "It's not getting 'stuck' it's getting picked! You know the job picks you!!" Drake sighs. "You always did believe in that didn't you?" Bea leans forward, pointing in his general direction. "So did you," they leaned back laying their legs over Drake's. "And still do if I recall correctly." Drake drops his arms over Bea's legs, scoffing. "Yeah, don't remind me." A loud ding was heard throughout the bus, followed by the driver. "Its your driver, here, I advise you to get ready to exit the bus, uh, we are nearing our destination." Drake swatted at Bea's legs reaching down for his bag after they moved to get their own bag. "Well, I'm excited." Drake stands up setting his leg on the seat. "Yeah, well, I'm not." Bea rolls their eyes. "Alright grumpy pants, calm down." Drake scoffs as the bus comes to a halt. The doors slowly opened. "Alrighty, ladies, gents, and all you lovely people, we have reached our destination, please exit the bus, and watch your step!" Drake pushes off the chair and exits the bus, slowing his pace so Bea can catch up. In front of him was 'The Workplace Chooser', they couldn't choose a better name? It was huge. The glass windows reached the ceiling in the center of the building, the sides went on for a while, before they stopped and buses filled the next spots, getting ready to take the people to their new job. Bea nudged his shoulder, pulling their hair into a loose ponytail. "C'mon, slow poke." Drake picked up his pace, watching the fountains as they displayed the show of water. Bea ran up and held open the door, bowing when Drake got close enough. Drake walked into the building, taking in his surroundings. When you walk in there is a grand staircase, at either sides of the stairs there are purple plants. Many people were rushing by looking for their bus. Bea rolled their eyes dragging Drake up the stairs.

Drake groaned, not that anyone could hear his frustration, as the room was full to the brim with other teenagers. But he still let Bea drag him around. The room was divided into three sections, no apparent categories, and they all faced a big stage. Bea dragged him to the back row in the middle section. They both sat down watching the other teens closely. Soon enough the lights dimmed and the noise settled. A man in a suit walked up to the podium in the center of the stage. "Hello, future workers of good!!!! I know you are so excited for your jobs, correct?" Assorted cheers erupted through the crowds, and Drake slid further back into his chair. The man smiled, looking down seemingly at a peice of paper. "Alright, so this year we are going in groups of four, and we will start with the important jobs first." Drakes phone buzzed, sighing he sat up pulling out his phone. There was a new text. 'Has your brother been called yet?' Drake typed a quick 'no' before going back to listening to the speaker. "-t, and next is the helpers!!! We have just four of those in this year. Are you ready to see who these brave men, women, and people are?" More cheers erupted through the room, Bea being the loudest. Drake flinched, elbowing Bea lightly. "Alrighty! First up is, Seth Banks, Catlin Bea, Tiffany Grace," Bea nudged Drake grinning wickedly. "And Drake Brins! A round of applause for these great teens who have been chosen! Please find the bus outside your exit!"

Drake was shocked. So shocked he didn't notice being pulled out of the room. He snapped out of it shortly after being slapped a few times. A blonde girl was standing before him smiling sweetly, wearing a grey sweater, with shorts. "Hey there! You alright?" Drake looked around spotting Bea walking towards the group with their bags. Drake nodded and started to get up. The girl helped him to his feet. "I'm Tiffany, she/her pronouns!" Drake smiled. "Uh, Drake, he/him pronouns." Bea handed Drake his stuff before turning to the other person in the group, wearing a long sleeve shirt with jeans. Their hair was blood red. Bea looked at me before stepping closer to the individual. "That's Seth, he/him pronouns." Bea nodded, and Seth turned to us. "I'm fine, let's just go." It looked like Seth wiped his face before picking up his bags. "Okay, let's go!" Tiffany picked up her bag and walked with us. "So.... we are gonna be roommates?" Bea nodded excitedly. "Yeah! I know all about this job! Except you know the confidential things." Tiffany nodded, holding open the glass doors for us. I nodded, "Yeah, they were really hoping for this job." Bea nodded. "Ever since I knew it existed!!" We entered the bus and chose seats in the back. I pushed my bag under the seat as Seth sat down next to me, Bea and Tiffany a few rows up, on the other side of the bus. "Hey, Seth, how are you?" Seth chuckled a bit. "Like I said I'm fine, were you even listening?" I shrugged. "Yeah, but just making sure." Seth turned to me, scanning over my face before he gets closer to me. "You okay?" He asks laying his head on my shoulder. "Yeah, I guess." He scoffed dropping his bag on the floor. "Yeah, and I'm the queen of England!" "I just wasn't expecting this job, now, I've told you my problem, how about you?" He tensed as the bus started pulling out, and heading to their new work place. "Only if you want to of course," he nodded. "Yeah, thanks." He pulls out a pair of headphones and starts some music. "You wanna hear?" "Hm? Oh- yeah, sure." He hands out a ear bud, which I take and put in my ear, looking out the window as music played. "You have great taste in music." Seth nods crossing his arms. I lean on the window, watching the scenery. This is gonna be a long ride isn't it?

"Alrighty!! We have arrived at our destination!!! Congratulations, helpers!" Rolling my eyes I hand Seth back his earbud reaching for my bag. We all filed out of the bus as other buses did the same, the grand building standing in front of us, mainly secluded by miles and miles of trees, and what seemed to be a beautiful mansion, a bit older for most peoples taste, but I loved it. The fountain in front of it was overgrown, and the fences looked like they had been placed way after the house was built. We walked up to the doors and waited. A different group stood beside me, there was a boy, angry looking, like he didnt wanna be here. I snapped my head back to the doors so he wouldnt know I was staring. All of the sudden he punched my shoulder lightly. "I'm Markus, what about you?" Clearing my throat I nervously turn towards Markus. "Uh Drake, I really hope no problems arise, it is our first day." The boy rolled his eyes, dropping his arm around my shoulders. "yeah, yeah, hey listen, we should stick together, I got your back you got mine. You look like the type to deal some damage when needed." I pushed him off me. "No, I dont know if I can trust you. And even so, you dont look like the type to keep to yourself for even a second." He scoffed. "Yeah, okay buddy. I bet." I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, I am the fifth precinct's leaders son. I'm no smart guy, but those clothes look like their fifth precinct. So watch yourself buddy." I scoff turning back to the doors as someone in a powdered suit walks out with a clipboard. "Hello helpers! Your ranks are posted in your quarters; Be wise my dear helpers, you have been chosen. Do not let us, or your precinct down. This is a great day for all of you." The lady looked at the clipboard for a moment before looking up. "Welcome to MCOU."

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Growth and Memories

-Welcome to the Nursery! The Nursery is a smaller barracks just off the castle where the youngest of our Heroes live. And within it is a classroom! Olwen and Cecilia, along with Tiki and Wrys, serve as teachers to the children covering a variety of topics. Right now is History with Miss Tiki!-

Tiki: --and that is where we'll will stop for today, children. Tomorrow, we'll talk about Archenea AND the events that lead up to the Liberation War- the one Anri was involved in, before even I was born!

Fae: Miss Tiki was born?

Kana: (laughs) 'course she was born, Fae! Everyone has to be born.

Fae: Fae thought maybe Miss Tiki was just made of stuff. Like stardust an' candy!

Tiki: (softly laughs) That's very sweet to say, Fae. But no, just like you, I was born.

Fae: Oh...

Kana: (pat) Hey, don't be sad, Fae! Everyone makes mistakes some times. Remember how last week when Miss Cecilia was teaching us math and I thought two apples plus two apples made seven apples?

Fae: (giggle) Yeah! Fae laughed a lot at that...

Maria: Or remember when we went on a field trip to the Arena and Summoner Mystery almost told Miss Deirdre to attack Mister Ike?

Kana: (snickering) Oh man, that was a good one! Everyone was looking at her like "Miss Mystery, is your brain broken?" and she just stood there for like five minutes before she remembered Ragnell's Distant Counter!

Tiki: (laughs) I think we all learned a very valuable lesson that day, didn't we?

Kana: Yeah- never go into battle with Summoner Mystery until AFTER she's had her coffee!

-The kids have a hearty laugh at the summoner's expense, and Olwen claps her hands.-

Olwen: All right, everyone. It's time for us to eat now- let's all line up in order for our walk to the kitchen! Today, we'll line up in alphabetical order... based on the country we're from! Who gets to be line leader today? Sound off, countries!

Fae: (chirp!) Arcadia!

Maria: Macedon!

Kana: Nohr!

Fae: Arcadia begins with "A"! Fae is line leader today!

Maria: M is for Macedon, so I'll be right behind Fae!

Kana: And N is for Nohr, so... aww, I'm last today.

Fae: (pats Kana's hand) It's okay! Maybe tomorrow line leader will be "who is the best dragon" and Kana will be leader instead of Fae!

Kana: Aww, but then YOU'd just be leader again! Or Miss Tiki. Or Mama!

-Debate still not fully settled, Fae takes hold of Olwen's cloak and Maria's hand. Maria takes Kana's hand, and the group heads off as Tiki sighs. Wrys enters, patting Kana on the head as he leaves.-

Wrys: Children do grow so fast, don't they?

Tiki: (tired smile) Do you mean me or the little ones who just left?

Wrys: Oh, can't it be both?

Tiki: (laughs)

Wrys: I almost can't hardly believe I'm seeing you now, Tiki. You were just a little girl tagging after "Mar-Mar" not that long ago, it seems... yet if what I hear is true, it's been quite a few hundred years since then.

Tiki: ... (nods) It. It has been, Wrys. I'm very thankful to have you here again. I always appreciated your guidance back then.

Wrys: (waves a hand) Please, it was my joy to help look after you during that long march. Not that you needed much looking after! (laughs) You were as strong as anyone else in Marth's army. ...But to be very honest, I didn't think I'd live long enough to see you all grown up.

Tiki: Wrys--

Wrys: (holds up a hand) Let us not pretend, Tiki- I am an old man, and not nearly as ageless as a manakete. I was certain I would die before you became an adult.

Tiki: You... (quietly) You did. I was there, actually. ...You were surrounded by all the orphans you cared so much for, and me. Mar-mar, too. It was a peaceful passing, but the rain didn't stop for the next three days.

Wrys: (soft chuckle) Not to make light of such a sad memory, Tiki, but I imagine that must've made burial a bit difficult. I can only imagine poor Marth slipping and sliding everywhere. I'd follow him to the ends of the earth, but he definitely did not have much grace on bad terrain!

Tiki: (softly laughs) You even said as much, before you... before you died. It was raining that night too, and you looked RIGHT at Marth and said "With all this rain, I'm afraid you'll slip into my grave with me when it's dug!". He didn't much like it, but he did laugh.

Wrys: ...I'm glad we could talk like this, Tiki. I worried you might be carrying around some of that old hurt from my eventual passing... does talking about it help?

Tiki: It does, really. But I'm glad I got to see you again, too, even if only for a little while.

Wrys: And I'm glad I got to see you that you grew into such a capable woman. I can only imagine the pride Naga feels when she looks down at you now.

Tiki: Thank yo--

Roy: Hey, Miss Tiki, we're here!

Genny: Sorry we're a little late! We got caught up at the training tower...

Fir: I so won that!

Roy: You so did not!

Lilina: Siggy, tell Roy who really won, please?

Siegbert: That would be Lilina, by a landslide.

Roy: No fair! Lilina's puppy eyes always work on you!

Tiki: Oh! Apologies, Wrys. It seems we have to table this discussion for another day.

Wrys: No harm at all, Tiki. Any time you want to talk about "the old days"- or the parts of your past I didn't get to see- please come talk to me. I'll be happy to lend an ear.

Tiki: Thank you, Wrys. (ahem) Welcome back to class, everyone. After Miss Olwen returns from lunch, we'll begin our discussion of Thracian history- until then, let's focus on leadership and how to effectively command an army...

#aka: wrys was definitely a grandfather figure to young tiki fight me #barracks banter #melon lord heroes #(also i just wanted to write cute babies being cute)

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