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sinner-as-saint · 4 years

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Predestined - 6.

Part 6 of the Predestined series.

Run-through: Your wealthy family marries you off to a family friend’s son – famous businessman Sebastian. You two have known each other for a long time, so none of you oppose your families’ decisions. Life as Sebastian’s wife is pure bliss, he’s everything a woman could ever want. Until a certain secret of his resurfaces, and once it does – nothing in your lives is ever the same again.

Themes throughout the series: ceo!seb, fluff, mob!bucky,

a/n: So, this is it! This will be the last part of the Predestined series. Thank you to everyone who supported this series. Thank you to everyone who loved it as much as I do! Also, I’m definitely #teamBucky

“Disgusting. Get a room.” You and Sebastian immediately pulled away from your kiss and turned to look at Bucky; who had this goofy grin on his face.

He was finally awake.

Your eyes immediately watered. And you were sure Sebastian’s were too.

Sebastian couldn’t get rid of the image of his brother with a bullet wound, bleeding on the ground out of his head.

“Don’t do that again. Ever.” Sebastian spoke first, wiping his tears away quickly. He sounded relieved but still very broken.

Bucky scoffed playfully. “That’s the thanks I get? I saved your life, if you hadn’t step in when I clearly told you to stay away, all this could have-,”

Sebastian cut him off.

“I stepped in to get you out of there. If you didn’t pick fights with maniacs in the first place, none of us would-,”

Bucky cut him off.

“Do not lecture me right now. You-,”

You knew you had to step in because this bickering could go on forever. “Enough both of you!” you said, quietly but sternly. And they kept quiet after.

You wiped your tears away and carefully avoided Bucky’s wounds as you leaned over to give him a hug. “Thank God you’re okay.” You sniffled. And he lifted his arm a little to caress your head on his chest.

You pulled away a few moments later and looked into his ocean blue eyes, he smiled down at you. A few bruises on his face but he still made your heart feel warm and content. You leaned in again to kiss him and he smiled through the kiss.

He chuckled when you pulled away. “Lady, your husband is right here, I mean I don’t mind but-,”

You cut his silly joke off, while Sebastian laughed. “Oh shut up, I love you.”

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When Bucky got out of the hospital, things were good again. He was getting better and you three were together again and that’s all that mattered.

The first few days were a mess but then you worked together and formed a little routine and things were much less hectic. Bucky, however, acted like a big baby. And you had no problem in giving him the love, care and affection even though you saw right through his act. But Sebastian would point it out often.

“Oh come on, he’s being a child! Baby, he doesn’t need assistance in the bath. He can even walk up and down the stairs on his own now. What is this?” Sebastian would complain, pretending to sulk and just wanting to annoy his brother and pick silly fights.

“Who was it who took a bullet so you don’t die? Oh that’s right, it’s me. Besides, Y/N has no problem with it,” Bucky sassed at his brother and then turned to look at you, “Do you, babe?”

You’d shake your head and send him a smile. “Absolutely not.”

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Weeks went by and Bucky kept getting better; and he got back to his usual shenanigans and playful manner. And things were steady again.

Bucky and all his guys had formed an alliance with his dad’s people and they were a much stronger and larger association. Bucky explained how he wouldn’t be able to just walk away from his position in the mob and you understood. You told him he could do whatever he felt like as long as he was safe and away from rivals.

Sebastian was on board with the idea as well.

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Some more time passed and you three were as happy as can be. Your love kept growing and growing, and it felt as though each day brought you closer to Sebastian and Bucky.

Then one day Sebastian asked you if you’d like to renew your vows and you agreed immediately. And you didn’t catch that smirk the brothers shared.

Sebastian told his family and yours about the renewal of vows and everyone was so excited. On the big day, when you were up there on the altar with Sebastian; his smile was different. He leaned in a little, and while everyone was busy looking for their seats, he whispered under his breath.

“Babe, it’s me.”

You chuckled. “Yeah I know it’s you.” you gave him a funny look, but then he laughed and looked around nervously and then leaned in again.

“No I meant it’s me, Bucky.” he muttered under his breath and you couldn’t let your surprise show so you laughed nervously.

“We’re gonna be in so much trouble if we get caught.” You threw a nervous look around and locked eyes with Sebastian who was pretending to be Bucky in the crowd. He winked at you and raised his glass as a toast.

“We won’t, don’t worry. Seb’s pretty good at being me.” Bucky winked at you and you shook your head at what a wonderful mess this was.

“I hate both of you.” you muttered under your breath and sent a look at Sebastian; who just let out a little laugh and mouthed ‘I love you’ at you.

“No you don’t.” Bucky chuckled.

He was right. You didn’t. You loved them more than anything in the world.

And just like with Sebastian around 2 years ago, you and Bucky said your vows.

To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.

And right before you leaned in to kiss him, as an on-going joke as of lately, your mom yelled out “Make sure it’s the right twin, honey!”

And the rest of the guests laughed. Sebastian laughed along, knowing how this would always be an inside joke between you three.

Bucky smiled through the kiss and pulled away to look at you with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes. “Right twin?” he asked.

“Yup.” You answered and brushed our nose with his. Everyone cheered and clapped and you sent a genuine smile at Sebastian in the crowd and hoped he understood that you were trying to tell him how much you love him.

Luckily, you got the chance to show it a while later.

Sebastian followed you into the ladies bathroom and surprised you.

“Congratulations on your wedding, babe.” He spoke in that velvety voice of his. You looked down at his hands didn’t find any ring. He must have removed it so people think he’s Bucky.

“Seb, if someone walks in right now-,”

He cut you off by pushing you against the wall, and pressing his body against yours. You giggled at his bold moves.

He leaned in to kiss the side of your face; peppering your skin with kisses. “I love you, so much.” He mumbled against your lips.

Your hands reached out to cup his face, and you pulled away gently after a little while. “It was your idea, wasn’t it?” you asked, smiling up at him, referring to the switch from before.

He smirked. “Yeah it was.”

You couldn’t help but lean in for a hug. Sebastian was one in a million, you had never met a man so understanding, and confident and so genuinely good and loving before. “I love you, Seb.” You mumbled against his neck and inhaled his cologne which always calmed you down and reminded you of home.

He held you for a while, then he pulled away and kissed you passionately; pushing you against the wall again. The kiss got heated soon enough, because you and Sebastian couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves for long.

One minute you two were making out, and the next; your legs were wrapped around his waist, your dress bunched up at your waist while he held you up, spread your legs further apart and pushed into you slowly.

You tried to be as quiet as you could when he started moving against you gently, then sped up as he went. You held on to his shoulders for dear life, pushing your face into his neck to keep quiet. Sebastian kissed the side of your face, moaning and panting right next to your ear as he fucked you.

Sebastian kept whispering just how good you were to him and how much he loves you in your ear while he rocked in and out of you, making you lose your mind each time he filled you up perfectly.

“Come for me,” he mumbled in your ear when he felt you starting to clench around him. And you didn’t have to be told twice.

You came hard around him, moaning and whimpering as quietly as you could; while he finished right after you. His body heat wrapped around you, and you smiled pulling away from his neck and pressing you lips to his.

“I love you.”

Bucky was up to no good as well during the grand family dinner that night. Given the lights were rather dimmed and most people were engaged in conversations of their own at the table, he took the opportunity to mess with you.

You were taking a sip of your wine when you felt a warm hand on your leg, slipping through the slit of your dress. You looked at Sebastian, who was sat in front of you, and he was busy talking to an aunt of his. Then you sent a ‘don’t-you-dare’ look at Bucky, but he just smirked and his hand just moved higher and higher.

And you tried your hardest not to squirm as his hand inched closer and closer to your crotch. You looked flustered so Bucky leaned in and whispered in your ear. “You mind, baby?”

You let out a nervous chuckle and shook your head discretely. He smiled and gave you an innocent kiss on your shoulder while his fingers found your underwear, moved it aside and pushed his fingers past your wet folds. And you had to hold on to the edge of your seat so you don’t squirm.

Bucky was downright shameless as he gently stroked your walls, his thumb slowly rubbing your clit and you tried your hardest not to moan.

Sebastian, who was still impeccably pretending to be Bucky, must’ve known what was going on because he purposely turned to you and asked, “Are you okay, Y/N? You seem a little flustered.” In doing so, he caused some people nearby to turn and look at you. Including his aunt and his mom as well.

You played it off rather well. “Oh I’m great. Just, a little warm. Think it might be the wine.” Everyone else who had heard the exchange smiled at you and got back to their conversations, but Sebastian stared at you deep in the eyes; making you feel even more tingly and warm under his gaze.

You sent a pleading look to Bucky immediately, but he just smirked and leaned in to whisper in your ear again. “Are you trying to thrust your hips against my hand, baby? Really, right in front of everyone?” he teased and you just cleared your throat and sent a nervous look around.

“Buck, please…” you don’t know if you begged him to stop teasing you or begged him to make you cum, despite how immoral that would be.

But he understood, and he sped up and had you coming undone all over his fingers in no time. Meanwhile, Sebastian enjoyed the show. He caught the little whimpers which left your mouth, he saw the way your lips parted and he saw that wild look in your eyes when you came.

And he sent you an innocent smile after.

You blushed, looked down and shook your head at the thought of both of them. And everything that you would have to put up with from now on; all their silly banters, their dirty jokes, their mischief and all the love between you.

It was Bucky’s idea to go on a trip together; away from home and work for some alone time. And you and Sebastian agreed.

From travelling to wherever either of you felt like going, to making love and fucking relentlessly in hotel rooms and ordering breakfast at midnight because when together, you lost sense of time, to making memories which would definitely last a lifetime – you fell deeper in love.

You looked down at the two rings on your finger and smiled often. Then you’d look around and find them close by all the time. It felt like it was meant to be. Everything fit when you were together, everything was steady and even brighter than daylight. And you did realized then, that perhaps every union; even the most unusual ones, are all predestined.

Fin.

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petri808 · 3 years

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*Note and question for readers at the end :)

Lucy’s eyes flashed wide as her emotions swung drastically from her own distress to the blood still dripping down Natsu’s cheek. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” She scrambled away from him, stumbling on her knees to right herself as she looked quickly around the room for any fabric. She grabbed a towel off the kitchen counter and rushed back, dropping to her knees as she pressed it to the wound. Tears renewed in her eyes. “Look at what she did, this is so bad! It’s gonna leave a scar for sure! Oh god,” her eyes flit back and forth rapidly from his face to his body, “and your side too! This is so bad!” The tears flowing down her cheeks were a mixture of emotions. Lucy lifted his shirt, flinching, fingers curling into the hem in anger as she sees the jagged wound on the side of his abdomen. If it had gone just a little deeper, he wouldn’t be sitting there with her and that really set her off! “You should’a let me beat her senseless! Look at this! She deserves to be in the same pain she put you through!”

Despite the physical pain, Natsu was trying desperately to keep his girlfriend from losing it again and seeing the wound was only riling her up further. He gently moved her shaky hands away from his side to push his shirt down again. “Lucy, it’s okay, really, d-don’t work yourself up, please? What’s important is we made it.”

“But still! This wasn’t fair!”

“Shhh, baby, it’s gonna be okay...”

“No, it’s not! Stop saying that!” Lucy snapped back. She wasn’t an idiot. She could see the pain in his grimaced features which only made her even more furious. “This will never be over. Those scars won’t go away! I’m gonna have nightmares, I know it! So, don’t you tell me it’s gonna be okay!”

Her emotions were in full throttle mode as she then flailed her bound wrists at the milling officers. “And will somebody get these damn ropes off me?!?!” One of the men cut her loose as she continued to scream and cry.

“I hate her! I hate her for what she’s done! I-I’ve never hated anyone before, but right now I just wanna... I just wanna...”

Still holding onto his side, Natsu used his left arm to pull his girl into a tight hug. He knew exactly what words were on the edge of her lips, but his current priority was calming her down and agreeing would only fuel her anger. “Lucy shhh,” he cooed in a soft tone, “it’s okay, baby it’s okay...”

“It’s not! It’s not!” Once again, Lucy slumped against him as another wave of hysterical sobbing racked her body. It wasn’t okay! She’d been kidnapped and almost killed! Her boyfriend was seriously injured all because Touka couldn’t except reality. None of this was okay! She couldn’t take much more of these roller coaster emotions. Sadness, anger, relief, they continued to alternate in her mind. Leaning back and fixing him in a narrowed and pained glare. “I thought I was gonna die— Natsu I just can’t stop thinking about that! Die, do you understand?!” Her chest heaved with every word. “I was so scared... so scared—,” her hand unconsciously moved up to cup around the front of her neck as if still feeling the sensation of the knife pressed against it. “I-I don’t even know how I kept myself from losing it... I just kept thinking, I gotta get out of here, I-I gotta figure out a way to save myself. And when she raised the knife—.” Her words cut off mid-sentence and eyes drifted to the spot they’d been standing in as if her thoughts halted in remembrance.

“Lucy,” Natsu cradled her cheek, pulling her gaze back onto him, “you are so much stronger then you give yourself credit for.”

She rolled her eyes in an exasperated sob. “If I’m so strong, then why am I crying now?!”

His eyes softened. “Because you can. You did what you had to stay alive and now you can let it all go. Baby, it’s okay to let it out. Let it all out and cry as much as you need to, cause I’ll hold you for as long as you need it.”

Lucy paused her words and simply cried for several minutes against his chest. She didn’t feel strong, and how was he staying so calm?! But oh, how she needed the reassurances. Deep down she knew he was just trying to help, knew what he was saying was the truth, but even if she’d wanted to stop thinking about these things, she couldn’t. The night played out on an endless loop in her mind’s eye. What could she have done to avoid this? Was there anything she could have said to stop Touka? She didn’t know if it was her heart or her head trying to tell her no, that nothing would have changed the woman’s plans. But once the dam had broken, her mind just wasn’t ready to fully let go. It was too angry about everything, even feared just how angry this was all making her feel. Lucy didn’t like it one bit. Ugh! What was Touka turning her into?!

“I wanted to kill her, Natsu... does that make me bad just like her?”

Those words whispered out by Lucy as she rested her head on his shoulder, stunned Natsu, but he could understand the reasoning. In such a heated moment when instincts took over, it’s either kill or be killed and he could admit to himself, if he’d had the chance, he would have done so too. But Touka had proven to be a a lot tougher then she looked. Perhaps the woman was running on the same anger that now plagued his girlfriend? It was perfectly clear how both he and Lucy were going to need therapy after this if they were to get back to a normal life, but he also needed to cling to hope, to make sure Touka didn’t succeed in ruining the rest of their lives.

He kissed her temple. “It’s normal to feel that way, but you’re not a killer,” Natsu reassured Lucy in a soft tone. “That’s just not who you really are.”

His words seemed to work for the time being as the woman quieted enough for the medical workers who’d arrived to start their job. The wound to Lucy’s neck was quickly cleaned and bandaged, but Natsu’s injuries were much more severe. The EMT’s cleaned and stapled the cheek and side wounds, but he’ll need to be taken to the hospital for scans to ensure it didn’t knick any internal organs, as well as to better suture the wounds.

A flurry of more officers had descended to start an investigation, of which Gajeel took the lead. And there was a wealth of information in the apartment to document. As they’d already learned, Touka was a former schoolmate of Natsu from high school who had reams of pictures, print outs from social media, even personal information on Natsu as well as Lucy that they would need to figure out how she’d somehow obtained. The woman hadn’t been kidding about stalking the man for years.

Once the officers had arrived, everything became a blur for Lucy who felt pulled in multiple directions all at once. She was so overwhelmed by the flood of information and experiences that her mind was shutting down, body numbed in an adrenaline stupor. Medical personnel were trying to work on Natsu and attend to her superficial neck wound, while detectives were asking them questions about the ordeal. When they’d tried to separate the couple to interview them, Lucy wasn’t having it, clinging harder to the man so they’d given up.

No, she’d knocked me out, so I don’t know how she got me here. Yes, I woke up bound on the floor. Yes, she’d kept the knife to my throat most of the time. Yes! Most of the time! How long... how the fuck should I know?! She moved it briefly to think! No, I don’t know how long I was unconscious, does it really matter?!

Any strides Natsu had made at calming her down went out the window. Lucy’s whole body was shaking in anger as she cradled her head to block them out. She was seriously about to have a mental break down right then and there. “Can everyone give me some fucking breathing room?! We told you this was fucking serious, but you didn’t believe us!”

Natsu too, had grown frustrated by the pointed and emotionless questioning. Here they’d just been through a harrowing ordeal, and these police offers were victimizing his girlfriend for a second time! He snapped at one of the detectives to stop traumatizing Lucy. “The woman was seconds away from being killed, have some fucking compassion!”

That’s when Gajeel, who’d had his hands full directing everything, finally stepped in and told the other detectives to cool it for now, growling at them to remember they were the victims. “You fuckers worry about collecting physical evidence. I’ll deal with the interviews once they’re cleared by the doctors!” He then redirected back to the couple. “Levy’s gonna meet you two at the hospital, then once the doctors are done, you’ll come to my office for an interview. It’s gonna be rough, not gon’ lie, but I’ll try to make the process as easy on you as I can.”

“Thanks, man,” Natsu expressed a sincere gratitude to Gajeel who simply nodded back and directed the EMT’s to take them to the hospital.

Lucy helped Natsu to his feet and the couple are guided downstairs to the awaiting ambulance. As they pass by the other apartments, it’s obvious the whole incident had drawn the attention of residents or neighbors, who peered through windows or tracked with eyes the couple walking by. It was creepy, irritating, calling upon what little reserves she had to not stop walking and snap. She wanted to scream, mind your business! Till she realized if they hadn’t done so in the first place, maybe someone would have caught onto Touka’s behaviors sooner. Did the woman really have no friends? If anyone had visited the apartment and saw the Natsu collage plastered all over the wall, it would have raised eyebrows in the least. Or maybe... no one cared... it’s not a stretch to think any friends Touka has are just as crazy as she is. Not even the police cared enough to take them seriously. Why? Because it’s just too strange for a woman to be so mentally unstable? Probably chalked it all up to a lovers triangle gone wrong. What if?! What if?! What if?! Lucy’s mind was starting to race again with thought, after negative thought pulsing through faster then she could process them.

Her hand started tightening on Natsu’s as they sat side by side in the ambulance causing him to look over and question her. “Lucy, you okay?” His worried tone growing with each second. Her body was shivering yet tense, head shaking no, eyes wide but glassy, and breathing growing labored in rapid bursts. The EMT sitting across from them watching the events unfold, reached out to take Lucy’s wrist. She flinched but doesn’t pull it back. After a few seconds of silence, the man let go and warned that her pulse was racing.

“Miss, you’re having a panic attack.”

Question for readers below:

There was 4 more chapters planned, but depending on how things play out I may need to add more as needed. While the major things I wanted to hit upon were planned out in advance, I never know where the characters and stories will take me lol.

A question for any readers who see this note is: How much of Lucy's recovery from this ordeal would you like to see or should I delve into? It would lengthen the amount of angst, but also add to the growing relationship and bond between Natsu and Lucy.

Thoughts? Comment in the notes :)

#nalu #nalu au #nalu fan fic #nalu fan fiction #Lucy heartfilia #Natsu dragneel #fairytail #Natsu x lucy #strangers on a train #ch 22

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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years

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The Prankster Queen is dethroned; SPN & Lucifer cast x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Well this was a LOOOOOONG time request from my Wattpad account but I finally got some motivation to write and finish this fic. Now I talked with the requestor about this and some changes were made, originally this was gonna involve Criminal minds cast but I had barely watched the show at the time so I talked with them and they agreed to have this be a SPN X LUCIFER cast crossover. So I hope you all enjoy this little fic and until the next update.

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“Okay guys; here we are back at the Supernatural set ready to start filming the 2nd half of season 14. Before I get into the special prank on Alex day I want to first send a very special thanks to the Lucifans for the #SaveLucifer and thank Netflix for renewing a season 4 and 5 of Lucifer. Yes I am a fan of that show as well. I mean I’ve got to my dad plays the famed Devil himself. No, no, no, no, no I’m joking. I watch the show because I really love what they did with it. The writing is phenomenal and the cast is super friendly. They’re like my second family next these guys here at Supernatural.”

I spoke through my Youtube channel streaming live. I could already see comments popping up along my livestream. Comments like ‘YASS LUCIFERXSPN SUPPORT’ or Winchester sister stans Lucifer.

“Yes I do thank you. Now for the moment you’ve all waited for. I’ve got the plastic wrap, the super glue, feathers, and fan. And of course the star of this prank on Alex, my baby boy Shadow.” I then presented my black German Shepherd who was lying on Alex’s trailer couch. “You ready to prank Alex boy?” he tilted his head to the side. “You ready to prank him?” he let out a bark and I cooed. “Good boy!” I flipped my camera back around and said. “Now Jared kindly set up the camera just a bit ago so I will transition to that in just a little while. For now I’m going to set up the door so please enjoy this fast forward montage of me getting the prank set up.”

I spread the super glue all around the plastic wrapping and tapped it across Alex’s trailer door so that when he would run right into it, he would get trapped with the plastic wrapping before I would attack with the pillow filled with feathers.

“Okay everything’s all set up. Now for the final touch, c’mon boy up on the bed.” He got off the couch and into Alex’s bed and just lay there at the foot of it. “Good boy.” I opened the trailer door and waited for Alex to come around. Once I saw him walking alongside Misha, I cried out. “ALEX! ALEX! SHADOW’S TAKING A SHIT ON YOUR BED!!”

“What!?”

“I’m not kidding I was walking him and he just ran in here and literally shit on your bed! Bad dog!”

“Shadow! Shadow! Damnit Shadow!” Alex then ran up and just like I hopped, he slammed right into the plastic wrap and fell right to the ground. I then pelted him with the pillow till his entire face was covered with feathers.

“BOOM SUCKA!!! That’ll teach you to eat my big cookie.” I told him.

“Okay maybe I deserved that.”

“Wow (y/n), all this for a cookie?” Misha said as he helped Alex back up on his feet.

“Misha you don’t understand. Those cookies were my mum’s special recipe. Plus she makes them so big that you can eat it in the space of a week. I was saving the last bit of it and then this guy decides it’s a good idea to eat the last of it.” I said pointing to Alex.

“You know….one of these days. We’re gonna get you back. Everyone that you’ve pranked, we’re gonna get you.” Alex spoke as he coughed out trying to get the feathers out of his mouth.

“The day that happens is the day J2(I/l) turns on each other. And the boys and I have been doing this for a long, long time.” I sassed as I snapped my finger and Shadow hopped off Alex’s bed and we left the trailer.

Little bit about myself; the names (Y/n) Ellis, the last name sound familiar? Yep you thought right. Tom Ellis aka Lucifer Morningstar is my father. He and I have been in the acting business together for a good amount of years. In fact he’s helped me when it came to running lines or dealing with the pressures of the acting life, especially since I started off as a child actor at the age of 5.

I had a few small roles, but when I was just 9 years old a role on a little show called Supernatural came knocking at my door. As a young British girl I was worried that I wouldn’t get it because this was an American tv show and I had to speak with an American accent. But thanks to a good dialect coach, and 2 test screenings with the boys to see if we were a fit, I got to play the role of Sarah Winchester, the younger half-sister of Sam and Dean who was cursed with witch powers.

But instead of killing her, Sam and Dean actually take her in and she uses her magic for good instead of evil. For years the Supernatural cast didn’t just become an ordinary job, it was like being home, we became a family. Jared and Jensen were like the big brothers I never had (even though they were around my dad’s age).

When things got too tough around set, J2 always found a way to make me smile and laugh. And as the years passed, Misha came on board followed by the 2 Marks, Ruth, Brianna and Kim, Osric, Rob and Richard, and now finally Alexander Calvert. The Supernatural family is a tight bond and we all send out a powerful message that Family don’t end in blood, and to Always Keep Fighting when things got bad.

Then when season 11 of my show was being filmed, my dad had gotten the role of Lucifer Morningstar in Fox’s new tv series “Lucifer” which was basically the story of the devil taking a vacation from Hell and he ends up working with the LAPD alongside a clever detective named Chloe Decker.

When Lucifer exploded every time I went to conventions, fans always ask me questions about potential crossovers or what I thought of the show. And truthfully I loved it. In fact whenever I would wrap on my time on a season, I took the hour and 45 minute drive where they filmed Lucifer and spend time with my dad and the Lucifer cast.

Lauren, Aimee and Lesley became my partners in crime when it came to the subtle pranks on the Luci cast or even my dad. Aimee and I are always making Instagram videos of each other acting like complete nutjobs, she’s like the older sister I’ve always wanted (since I am the eldest of my three sisters).

But that’s my life, and if you were to ask me if I could trade it away for anything else, I would tell you hell no (no pun intended).

After getting Shadow back into my trailer, I decided to see if my dad was willing to talk. I grabbed my I-Pad and went over to Facetime and clicked my dad’s name (of course I added the devil emoji beside his name). It rang about five times before I finally got an answer.

“There’s my little She-devil.” He answered with a smirk.

“Hey dad.” I said with a smile.

“Aimee saw your prank on that Alex chap.”

“She like it?”

“Mini Ellis you are a she-devil genius!” Aimee soon came into the frame. “You got to show me how that brilliant mind of yours works.”

“Guess I learned from two of the very best. I know exactly how to push buttons but not go overly extreme that it hurts someone’s soul. I’m not completely soulless like Jared is when it comes to pranks.”

“I still can’t believe he actually cut one of his credit cards. That’s super low.” She said.

“I know. I’ve been trying to get him to ease back and not go quite extreme. So far he hasn’t done it knock on wood.”

“Anyways you two, what brings on this call my dove?” my dad asked.

“Just wanted to call and see how you were doing. How’s season 4 coming along?”

“Great. Everything is great. Thanks to the Lucifans, and the Supernatural family.” My dad said.

“No sweat. You’re my dad. I’m still pissed that FOX could just cancel your show like that. And the way they would’ve ended it. God that’s literally the worst cliffhanger ever!”

“Tell me about it.” Aimee groaned.

“But it’s all fixed now. Netflix will take good care of us now. Plus we don’t have as much restrictions as FOX gave us.” My dad teased. I then heard a knock at my trailer door which made Shadow raise his head up from his bed and his attention turned toward the door.

“Hang on dad, who is it?!”

“It’s Jared! C’mon kiddo they need us on set now.”

“Alright I’ll be there in a minute.” I turned back to my dad and Aimee and my dad said to me.

“Go on, we’ll catch up later.”

“Alright dad. Give my love to the rest of the cast.”

“You already have my love mini Ellis.” Aimee said.

“Love you Aims!”

“Alright darling love you. Stay safe and have fun filming your next season.” The two of them blew me a kiss goodbye and I waved bye to them and the Facetime shut off. I put my phone aside and quickly refilled Shadow’s water bowl before I took off and raced towards the set.

Although unbeknownst to both Jared and Jensen something was waiting for them. As I walked in on the set I sat down at the spot where my character Sarah was to sit for this upcoming scene.

“Okay guys on cue marks. Cue lighting and roll sound.” I got into the mindset of Sarah and took the prop book in my hands as our director called out, “Okay cue Jensen and Jared. And…..action.” it was then Jensen came down the staircase while Jared came out from the back corridor.

“Hey, so any word from Jodie?” Jensen asked as Dean to Jared.

“No not yet. Hey Sar, any luck with the research?” Jared asked me as Sam.

“Not a damn thing. God even for a witch like me I still can’t figure out the spell to get us to that other place. I’m sorry guys I may be strong, but I’m not Rowena strong.”

“No, no it’s alright. It’s okay. We’ll……find another way.” Then Jared and Jensen took their seats before suddenly jolting upwards and letting out girlish screams of shock and pain.

“CUT!!!” our director called out.

“The hell was that!?!” Jensen proclaimed.

“Oh thank god I thought it was just me.” Jared sighed with relief. I kept my poker face up as I said to them.

“What happened just now?”

“Something shocked us. I don’t know what but whatever it was, it should never have shocked me back there. My butt does not deserve that kind of treatment!” he looked around the cushioned seat until he found some sort of electronic shock pad. It was slightly smaller than the cushioned pad and as soon as Jensen took hold of it and pressed a certain button, it caused another shock to run through his arm as he swore out loud and shake his arm.

“Uhh Jensen why would you do that?” I asked him.

“I don’t know I needed to see if it was real or not don’t judge me!”

“How the hell did these even get here?” asked Jared.

“No idea.” Jensen said. I covered my smile as I tried to act inconspicuous but that’s when the two of them looked at me. “You did this?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I said as I stood up and strutted out of the room sassily to run into Misha and I told him. “Your revenge plot has been successfully played out.”

“I knew I could count on you (n/n). Thanks.”

“No problem, but just know Misha all things come at a price with me. Pranking the kings don’t come without consequence.”

“I know, I know. But still I thank you for doing this for me. That’ll teach Jared to put old cheese in my pillow.” I patted his arm before leaving him to reset the scene again.

Weeks passed and filming continued on up until I was finally done with my scenes which meant that I was now allowed to travel on up to the Lucifer set and pop in and say hello. After bidding everyone goodbye until July, I got into the car and my driver Tommy drove me on up towards the studio where my dad and the rest of the Lucifer family were filming.

After finally arriving on the set, I saw Lauren and Aimee out and about with a Starbucks cup in their hands. As soon as they saw my car, they immediately waved. I rolled down my window and said.

“What up my Luci sistas!”

“Ahhh mini-Ellis!” Aimee proclaimed. Once the car stopped, I stepped out and I raced towards her and she met me in the middle as the two of us embraced each other tightly, rocking aggressively from side to side. “Where’s big Shadow? You usually bring him with you whenever you’re done with shooting.”

“Well for some reason Misha wanted to keep him around set. Guess he must’ve needed the fluffy protection from Jared and Jensen after the prank I pulled on them a few weeks back.”

“What’d you do to them?” asked Lauren.

“Just put a shock pad cushion underneath their chairs. Misha told me to do it to get back at Jared for putting old cheese in his pillow.”

“Wow those guys are relentless huh?” said Aimee.

“Yep. But enough of that now, let’s get going. I wanna watch you guys film some stuff.”

“Alright! C’mon kiddo let’s go.” Lauren wrapped her arm around me before playfully giving me a noogie while guiding me onwards to the set.

I greeted my Lucifer family like D.B, Kevin, Lesley-Ann, Rachael, and of course young Scarlett (ever since the show I officially adopted her as my younger sister).

“So, have you guys seen my dad anywhere?” I asked.

“Last we saw him he was leaving his trailer for costume and makeup.” Aimee said.

“Perfect.”

“What have you got in mind she-devil?” asked Lauren with a grin.

“Ohhh not much.” I grinned as I walked towards the costume and makeup trailers.

Once I got there, I had spotted my dad just getting out from the costume trailer in the full Lucifer suit. I grinned mischievously and slowly stalked towards him. This was something that I used to always do to him when I was a little girl, it’s been awhile but I hope I still got it. Like a tigress on the prowl I stalked behind my dad silent and carefully.

Whenever he turned around, I would hide behind anything I could whether it was the side of a trailer/tent, or even one of the many gold carts/motorbikes. Then when he would resume his walk, I trailed behind him once again. Closer and closer I got till finally I was within strike range.

The mighty huntress has cornered her prey.

I then trotted forward before leaping up but I was foiled when my dad turned around and managed to catch me and spin me around for a moment in his arms.

“Thought you’d sneak up on my again huh my little tigress? After all these years I finally caught you red handed.”

“Took you over 20 years but no time like the present eh?” my dad smirked down at me, the smirk that I had inherited from him, and said as he booped my nose.

“I just know when my daughter feels a little extra cheeky.” He bopped my nose as he said ‘cheeky’ which made me playfully stick my tongue out at him. “And put that tongue away young lady we are not a snake.”

“Wrong. Don’t you remember I got sorted into Slytherin when we went to Harry Potter world.”

“Yes I do recall that. But that’s still no excuse. Stick that tongue out at me again and I’ll give you a good whopping, do I make myself clear.”

“Yes father.” I submitted. He pecked my forehead before releasing me.

“So, you’ve finished with your filming?”

“Yep. Managed to wrap up a little early, at least for me.”

“Now I’ve been hearing a lot of rumors about you potentially branching off and getting your own spinoff series?”

“Well I don’t like to brag but it’s still a rumor. Not even I can confirm it. Besides, who knows if the CW will allow it. I mean don’t get me wrong the other two sub-series I didn’t agree with but Wayward Sisters, I would’ve LOVED to see that become something. Maybe have Sarah make a few surprise appearances.”

“Well, if the CW don’t allow it, maybe Netflix will. You never know. I could put in a good word for you.”

“Thanks dad.”

“Tom! Hey Tom! Susan needs you in makeup stat. You’re shooting in ten.” One of the make artists came racing up to us.

“Oh fu—sorry about that Johnny.” My dad wrapped an arm around my shoulders and the two of us walked towards the makeup trailer so that he could get ready.

After doing a quick touch up on my dad, the two of us left for the LAPD set and everyone was already running around getting to their marks or getting the cameras rolling. I sat right next to the director Sherwin as he was calling for cameras to focus and start rolling. Finally he called action and I got to sit and watch the new Netflix: Lucifer finally be filmed.

It was a long day of shooting and filming but it was a very productive day. I even got to learn about directing since (spoiler alert! I get to direct an episode this season of Supernatural!). I was currently right now sitting with my dad sipping a cup of tea.

“Now I know that one episode that witches have familiars. If Sarah were to have a familiar, which pet would she have and who would you want to play that familiar?” I hummed.

“Well. No offense to the women but most of the time when a new female comes on Supernatural she always ends up being a bitch. With the exception of Kim, Bri, Ruthie, Felica, and the rest of the Wayward sisters. So I’d have to say Sarah would want a male familiar. And yes while I do love dogs and would KILL to have Shadow actually be in front of the camera, I think she’d prefer a cat. Now for the actor to play him. Now don’t laugh but—this is my fantasy dream cast…..”

“Oh just get on with it will you little missy! Stop droning on!” my dad whined. I mimicked his whining before I finally admitted.

“Gwilym Lee okay!”

“The Welsh actor from that Midsomer murders series you used to watch?”

“Yeah, why not? I think he’d make a perfect cat familiar. Wise, loyal, good fighter. And—not that bad looking if I may say.”

“Alright down girl. I swear you and Aimee have been fawning over actors far too much.”

“Then you do not want to see me with the young Wayward sisters. We’re a lot worse. Plus it gets awkward when they start talking about you. Especially when it involves the Lucifer cast.”

“Oh my god.” He groaned.

“I know right!? It’s bad enough I hear from the fans about how much of a ‘thirsty dad’ you are. But now I have to hear it at work!” before my dad could say anything else, Lesley came running in with a worried look on her face. “Whoa Les, where’s the fire at?”

“You gotta call the Supernatural set (y/n).” she panted out.

“Why what’s going on?”

“I don’t know something about Shadow.” Without hesitation I took my phone out and dialed Misha’s number. It rang and rang and as it kept ringing I grumbled.

“C’mon Misha pick up your bloody phone already!”

‘Hello?’

“Misha what’s going on!? What happened to my son!?”

‘I’m sorry (y/n) Jared was eating some M&M’s earlier and he left the table for one second and the next thing he saw was Shadow eating the M&M’s he had managed to knock down on the floor!’

“WHAT!?!?!?!?”

‘Just come by over here, he’s been whimpering and we don’t know the contact information to the vet.’

“Okay I’ll be there as soon as I can. Try to make him as comfortable for me as possible. Okay! Tell him mummy’s on her way!”

‘Okay I will. And (y/n). Hurry!’ I hung up the phone and raced off.

“Whoa, whoa mini-Ellis where are you off too in such a hurry?” Kevin said as he and Aimee were walking back from the catering (after I had noticed the chocolate doughnut in Aimee’s hand).

“Shadow’s sick! Ate M&M’s. I gotta go!” I couldn’t even form a proper sentence as I raced outside and phoned my driver to hurry the fuck back to the set and drive me back to the Supernatural set.

Thankfully, he was right outside and the second I jumped right on in, I banged on the back window and ordered him to drive and soon he was off. Oh Shadow baby hang in there baby boy!

Finally after what felt like an eternity (I don’t know why the driver had taken the long way around. Said it was fucking traffic or something like that). But before the car could even come to a complete stop, I jumped out of the car and raced towards the building calling out Shadow’s name.

I quickly raced into the main Supernatural set to see that it was completely empty.

“Shadow!? Shadow! Here boy!” I whistled. Just hearing the way Misha had talked on the phone it made me really worried about my baby boy’s health. And now just not seeing him come on command when he’s supposed to, got me really anxious.

I walked further through the main set (which was the map room of the bunker) when I felt myself slightly trip forward and I looked down to see a tripwire. Oh shit.

SPLASH! I jumped as I let out a shriek when a small water balloon fell right at my feet. A split second later another dropped on the other side of me but still close enough to my feet. I jumped two more times as two more water balloons splashed right by me.

“Really guys? If you’re gonna do something like that at least have good aim.” But I was unaware of the enormous water balloon that was now starting to roll down. When I looked up, my heart sunk as I slowly let out a scream and soon I was drenched.

But it wasn’t water. Well normal water anyway, when I had looked at myself I had seen that I was now covered head to toe in the famed fake blood the makeup artists make from corn syrup, chocolate syrup and food coloring.

My breathing sharpened and I growled out.

“J2. Are without a doubt. The lowest most vile Americans to EVER WALK THE PLANET!!!” This was my favorite shirt and now the boys ruined it. Plus do you know how long it takes to get fake blood out of your hair? Believe me it’s not pretty. Hours upon hours of just brushing through one section of hair.

Soon enough the entire cast came out laughing and clapping but what was shocking was that the Lucifer cast also came out smiling and clapping along.

“We got you good kid!” Misha laughed.

“You—you all were……”

“About time we finally dethroned the Prank Queen. You’ve been stealing our thunder for too long kid.” Jensen said.

“And thanks to your dad and the rest of the Lucifer cast, they gave us the time to set all this up.” Jared said as he held his phone up probably recording the whole thing. I turned to my dad and hissed.

“Et tu Papa?”

“Sorry darling. They were convincing. Plus you’ve been going a little overboard with the pranks. You even placed a dead fish in my car.” Dad said.

“Or itching powder in my underwear drawer last year during season 3.” DW added.

“And hacking my Instagram professing love for the DCEU when you know I’m a Marvel girl.” Aimee said.

“And of course you can’t forget your recent little prank. The electric cushions.” Jared said.

“So we all came together and finally got you back.” Alex said smugly.

“How’s it feel now? You just got Carrie’d!” Lauren proclaimed.

“You all are so lucky I’m not a real witch or a telepath. Cause otherwise you’d all be screwed right now!” I spat out the fake blood that was starting to seep into my mouth. “But I’ll admit. Only I could come up with something like this. I’m impressed. Especially since it was a crossover team effort.”

Both castmates from each show came around me and that’s when all the selfies and self-promotion of dethroning the “Prank Queen” has officially happened. Of course I couldn’t help but chase after J2 as well as my dad so that I could smear the blood on them as payback for what they did to me.

Yep the life of an actress on Supernatural who happens to be the daughter of the current ‘hot’ Lucifer Morningstar, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. So while the entire cast and my family got their victory out of the way, I began plotting my next ultimate prank.

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bestsportmedia · 3 years

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Crazy last week no one second thought about his contract renewal. We weren’t even worried. We just assume life would return to normal this season. Now here we are

Anonymous asked:

#unbelievable is an understanding admin. Is this even happening. No real goodbye. Five days ago he was in Ibiza. It happened so fast. God damn we are in a different on timeline

I have no words. Everything happened so fast we didn't even get the time to process all this.

Anonymous asked:

The way he left the club is so sad and unbelievable. I’m still in disbelief.” Same it’s still hasn’t hit me I don’t think it will for a while. Barca fans are already talking about his return but it’s I doubt it. MLS most likely the next destination. After the club did him like that I doubt he would want to return. Thoughts?

I don't think he will return to Barca as a "player" maybe as coach ?idk but i agree the next destination will be MLS.

Anonymous asked:

Admin how are you feeling? Sad, angry in denial? I’m at the point where I’m starting accept this new reality. It’s gonna take time to heal.

All of it. denial, sad, angry.....

I'm happy to see him happy in his new chapter but the whole thing doesn't feel real at all. Feels like a bad dream. A lot of us will be in angry stage when the season starts. That's when it really gonna hit us that Leo is no longer Barca player 💔

Anonymous asked:

Y’all when are we waking up from this dream?

wait till you hear barca has to yet register the new players and La Liga starts this week.

Anonymous asked:

Ciro and mateo lucky they probably don’t even know what’s going on and won’t remember.

I think Mateo does.

Anonymous asked:

Never would I have in a million years imagined Messi wearing ICI C'EST PARIS.I Think an alternative time line has crossed over with ours

Anonymous asked:

The feeling of Seeing messi with “this is Paris shirt” is like seeing your ex with their brand new lover. Bruh I can’t anymore I want to ignore everything about PSG but I keep checking updates and torturing myself.

Anonymous asked:

Have mercy on us

😭😭 🤗🤗

Anonymous asked:

Dont you think it’s disrespectful they took messi image out of the camp nou? Why can’t they keep him? :( It feels like when you and you ex break up and you delete pics like then act like they never existed

I think they always change poster before the new season starts, no? I don't think they can keep the poster because it will be false advertisement if they do.

Anonymous asked:

Barcelona has really become a retirement home it’s not funny. Players getting social security. 😂Getting paid to sit at home injured. And how could the board fuck up to the point that Leo could get payed less than McDonald’s worker and still can’t register.

lmao. We never hear anyone leaving, its always someone refusing to leave even with good offer from others club. Dembele fans always telling us the great player he would be when he comes from injury but we have yet to see the greatness they talk about because as you can see he is never fit. He is a part time player at this point. And our new signing Aguero? he is out for 10 weeks.

Anonymous asked:

You didn’t know about Wanda? the media really drags her through the dirt but she’s really not as bad as people make her out to be.

I thought she is still in Italy. lol. She and Icardi are full of drama

Anonymous asked:

On the topic of Wanda.Did you know Wanda is Icardis agent? Just like Jorge is for messi. She is the person who worked and got him the deal to PSG 😂 I can not be making this up

Say what now? 😂 😂 she is good agent if she is the one that got him psg deal. Talk about team work lol

#barca drama #messi leaves fcb #annonymous #messi to psg

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sweet-xoxo-thatcares · 3 years

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Roomie/Bro

So I got a roommate....well I haven't moved in yet.

um...idk if I should tell them im not used to sharing my personal space with others outside of my family.

Other than university dorms, I thought I would bee making enough after college to live alone. But yea, shit happens.

But what if they ask why my shorts look so lumpy if I get that craving to wear a diaper again on my period?

Or if they hear me talking to myself to try and calm me down while spooning and caressing my head and my chest?

There's a lot of self therapy I had to do to get through living with my mom and my grandma.

And yea, I still do them cause it made me feel safe to be alone, finally, at those times to emotionally release any pent up frustrations without someone telling me to shut up or go be quiet. It was annoying at how these ladies never truly knew how much pain and suffering I was in on the inside and shut off my voice to keep peace for them.

But what was love to them, if being me meant bringing my walls down only to get hurt, and me being insane and emotionally chaotic and unresolved...was some magic secret I kept hidden at how angry I would get.

I think I'll keep myself at a distance from my roommate even though we already seem to have so much in common gender wise and interests in history, music, cooking, and gaming. I don't want it to get weird if my separation anxiety kicks in so heavy from my parents and I start to freak out in front of them.

I wonder will they judge me too or actually reassure me that they're not gonna reject me for being different.

I finally got in touch with a therapist program to help pay for my visits for free, so we'll see how it goes. Also, he/they seemed very nice at understanding my trauma I've experienced with my parents as they went through emotional abuse before too from parents/family.

Im scared, but its a good kind of scared. Being away from mom and dad for too long makes me homesick, but I'll also miss my room on the 3rd floor near the attic.

Im glad my dad approved of it too, at 1st he said I didn't need to roommate and that I should just look for an apartment alone. But pontiac has noooooooooooooooooooo and i mean none available to even rent in, not even Auburn Hills that I could have afforded.

So I would have been stuck to check again for next year. Cause even the waitlists they had were already full. Thats bad when there's so many more ppl looking for a home or apt to rent and cant afford the higher ones at 900 or 1,000. Plus not many available either. Im pretty sure tenants are just staying and renewing their leases cause there's no where else available unless you go alllllll the way to Detroit or maybe Southfield.

Why the hell was it so easy to find apartments and low income housing in Grand Rapids, with a high ass real estate housing market, but in poor ass pontiac aint worth finding shit.

No way in hell was I finna just wait till January. I need an out asap before Thor and Thunder reunite my mother's hand.

Holidays are coming up and everyone in the house gets anxious and more irritable around this time of year....especially my father will be too because of his 1st christmas and thanksgiving without his mom.

I would be crying too, no matter what beef we had.

But he's a big guy, likes to hold in his pain, not even acknowledge it, like he's some cosmic robot.

You cant solve everything on your own Dad. Its ok to admit that you're hurt. You're allowed to feel, you're allowed to be in pain, you're supposed to be sad. Its ok to be sad and feel alone sometimes. Cause I feel it too. That need to not be alone this time of year, but because of a different reason.....Jay's not here and sure as hell wasn't last year Christmas either, no halloween, no happy birthday.....nothing. Not until mid-January with the most dickass response to me pouring my heart out to them 3 months before that.

Cliche. I was better off leaving and not saying anything. Cause she didn't care. And it showed. Who responds to somebody that left them, 3 months ago by saying "Did you send these long ass messages?"

That was the most irresponsible, inconsiderate, inhumane bullshit I ever heard. I wanted to knock their teeth out till bloody mary. Thats how pissed off I was at the lack of care and consideration for my feelings and even to what I had to say. And i said a lot of deep shit from my fucking heart, and this bitch didn't give a fuck. Dry ass, fake ass friend, fake ass love. She didn't care, cause it showed and still does...

Thats why I blocked her right after she sent that bullshitty ass text. And I was already miserable a few days before that text, because I kept dreaming about her and crying and cussing and yelling and screaming because I was so in love with her and yet i was in so much pain for being rejected and leaving her alone. Imissed her a whole hell of a lot more than how much she missed me.

And it showed because she's a dick, now a changed man, with a small dick. Who still acts like an even bigger dick to match the small dick they already had as a packer in their motherfucking jeans for desperate attention.

Yea Im glad im moving out, making a new friend, and not alone on the holidays this year. And im finally getting over that girl, that traitor. Im leaving him alone and moving on with my life, so i can be happy and stop being mad after a year of being angry at her ,her fiancé, my mom, my family, and God himself too.

I need a break and Jesus knows.

Better yet a vacation. Away from hell in Michigan.

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crazycookiemaniac · 4 years

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Omg why are you losing so many followers youve been drawing gay shit for forever??? (Or maybe i as a gay was just interpreting it that way)

Because I literally spammed people every day for one week lmao. And also, a lot of people follow others for specific content. The moment I stop drawing that exact thing they followed me for, they unfollow me. There are also accounts that follow just to make you follow them & if you don’t, they unfollow you after a while. There’s people who followed me for haikyuu & weren’t interested in BC content, and there were people who followed me for BC content but got showered in gay art instead and that was not their cuppa tea.

But mostly, i start appearing on people’s feed the more I post. So having me post incessantly for one week made me show up on feeds that I hadn’t shown up for a good while, so there were probably people who forgot they had followed me in the first place & me posting was a reminder to unfollow.

Truthfully, follower counts are dumb. Yes, it is important for you to have a high follower count for you to get attention, but the amount of people actually following you if you don’t have a consistent art style & rarely ever post something with different vibes than your usual ones, is equal or less than 1% of your total amount of following.

My instagram tells me I have 43k. I do not have 43k people following me. I’ve had 43k that once saw my account & pressed the follow button, but their feeds are filled up with other people’s accs that interest them more than mine (as well as my own feed does not show all the content of the 200+ something people I follow, unless I scroll down till the depths of hell to find every single post on that day and then do so on the next day as well).

Essentially, 95% of your followers are there because of content. They want to see what entertains them. Most of them don’t care about the artist and don’t interact with them at all. Many of them are scared to, given the high follower count. Social media & big accounts make people forget that there are other, real, living & breathing people that are behind them all.

So, to many, I was just a random artist they found and “lol”ed at one of my comics & pressed follow without thinking about it. Most of them don’t go to my account and see all other art I’ve posted to see if they actually like what I do, or me as a person and as an artist at all.

People who don’t know this get really discouraged when they don’t earn a lot of followers, or when they lose a lot (like I did). And some people think you gotta have hundreds of thousands to be famous. I’ve seen accs going around that paid for ads, that had over 150k followers and less than 1k likes on their posts.

Truly famous, loved, growing and/or steady accounts have an amount of likes per post proportional to their follower count. For example, if someone has 150k followers, most of their posts will vary from 20k to 100k likes.

When I was growing my account because I hopped in the fandom bandwagon and stupid little me didn’t know that would only make me crash later, I had like 20~30k and some of my posts reached more than 20k likes (because people liked my stupid comics). Nowadays, I’m not part of the fandom that made me grow anymore. I’m part of a very underrated one (Black Clover), as well a I am drawing a very underrated ship (LuGna) that above all else is getting hated on. I have everything against me in this, so it’s no wonder I lost so many followers.

They didn’t wanna see gay art. They didn’t wanna see Black Clover. They didn’t even know what the fuck was going on. Not everyone paid attention or kept up with my warnings. Despite me explaining multiple times in multiple posts what the Thunder Flames project was about, a lot of people still didn’t know what I was doing that for.

The thing about being a big follower count is that, unless you’re actually loved for what you do (and to do that, once again, I need to emphasize that you need to keep a steady rhythm, a steady vibe, a steady you. Because people follow you for your first impression on them, and you gotta keep up to that first impression if you wanna keep your followers.

I’m unsteady. One look at my gallery and you’ll see how disorganized everything is. Oh, lookit, a 1 min speedpaint of a random drawing I did on an old piece of paper! And right on the left there’s a stupid random comic I did–on the right there’s this super detailed, shaded drawing I’ve done that actually looks terrible to me and I will 100% archive it later, and then there’s B&W mixed with gray shaded, flat colored and fully shaded characters of different fandoms + OCs from commissions and whatever else.

The thing is, I made my follower count based on a fandom, and now that I’m not there most of that follower count does not have me on their feed. And most of them do not want me on their feed. Now, I’m trying to build a follower count for who I am as an artist, because the few people who have actually stayed and followed me throughout the years know how inconsistent I am in terms of art style, fandoms and everything else.

A solution to this would me either keep creating/posting the same thing all over again (just in different patterns), or creating original content (which I do plan on doing at some point). But for now? Since my follower count does absolutely not reflect on how many people actually like me and/or my art, I’m going to be as chaotic as fucking ever and do whatever the fuck I want.

So yes, I do find it comical that I lost 1k followers over this and am not fazed in the very least, especially because I literally foreshadowed losing 1k and hit the fucking jackpot.

The only reason I’m talking about this at all is because 1- it’s impossible not to notice my follower count decreasing, especially because every new 1k I thank people publicly through stories; 2- some people were actually worried I was upset over it and I have to 3- show that I am not, while simultaneously trying to show people that just because you’re losing followers doesn’t mean you have to stop doing what you want to create content to please people. It doesn’t mean you should be upset, and it doesn’t mean that what you’re doing is bad or wrong.

It means you’re fucking renewing your followers & you’ll now grow for what you’re trying to grow for, bitch. That’s what it’s all about.

Obviously, people do take a great risk doing this. I am taking a great risk doing this. I could’ve lost 5k, I could’ve lost 10k. But I only lost 1k! And that’s because I believe in the project I worked on; I knew there were people out there who enjoyed what I was doing and it’s on them that I was focused on. On the people who supported me AND my art, not just that one single funny comic post I did 3 years ago.

This answer is 100% a lot longer than what you could’ve possibly expected for and I am typing this while being awake for more than 24h so I’m sure that I’ve repeated myself a lot and that there are a lotta typos or w/e and I apologize for that!! But I’m too lazy to go back to read everything over & turn this into a neat post & I’m pretty sure I could answer your question in the first paragraph.

Oh and also. Yes. Yes I have been drawing gay shit ever since I’ve become an artist because I’m so fucking pissed at the lack of canon gay content in a way that it’s depicted as a normal fucking romantic couple instead of having eeeeeeeeveryone point their finger to the gay couple and scream “HEY THAT’S GAY!!! THIS CAN’T BE PART OF THIS VERY HETEROSEXUAL SHOW WHERE EVERYONE IS OBVIOUSLY HETEROSEXUAL EVEN THOUGH NONE OF THE CHARACTERS HAVE EVER SAID THAT EXPLICITLY BECAUSE WE KNOW THAT THE CREATORS ARE EITHER HETEROSEXUAL OR TOO AFRAID TO LOSE AUDIENCE IF THEY TREAT GAY PEOPLE AS NORMAL PEOPLE!??!! WHAT SORT OF ABSURD NONSENSE IS THAT??!! GAY PEOPLE AREN’T NORMAL!! THEY’RE GAY AND THEY SHOULD HAVE A GAY SHOW JUST FOR THEM IF THEY WANNA GET SCREENTIME” and yadda yadda yadda.

I’m tired of this bullshit. Ever since I was an artist I’ve been rooting for gay ships in shonen manga while knowing they would never happen just because they were gay, and now that we are in our Blessed-By-Satan, Pandemic-Chaotic, What-The-Fuck-Is-Going-On, We-Don’t-Know-If-We-Wanna-Go-Back-Or-To-The-Future-Or-Just-IDK-Fucking-Die year 2020, in which the LGBT community is thriving and being louder than ever to fight for our rights, Me, in my twenty four years of fucking age, having gone through several fucking disappointments ONLY regarding this matter, am sitting here on my ass, hopeful as all galactic, glittery shit that for some fucking reason, my new OTP formed by very underrated characters from this very underrated franchise in the southern and western communities, becomes canon because my stupid eyes can see chemistry between them even though those stupid haters’ can’t. But that’s because they’re stupid and homophobic, and they really should just shut the fuck up. I don’t wanna dream, I want to believe. Let a bitch pray in peace.

But even if I’m getting ready for disappointment, I’m gonna make this project happen and I’m gonna have a shit ton of artbooks from this Thunder Flames project inside my fucking garage if no one wants to buy them. But I am going to invest a shit ton of money in it and I am going to have these artbooks come to life. Because I am spiteful and petty and homophobes should shut the fuck up, and I wanna do what I wanna do bc as an independent artist, I’m building my future with my own two, very toned and buff by now from all the drawing I did, hands.

God fucking damn it.

Jesus christ I’m just rambling at this point, I’m so sorry. If anyone ever reads this out of context people are going to be so confused.

But that’s fine. They won’t. You know why? Cuz I got almost 11k followers here on tumblr but less than 0.5% gives a shit that I’m here, so I’m safe.

Have a nice day, drink your water and fuck homophobes. Peace

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the-mandalorian-clone-lover · 3 years

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Aces in Spaces Chapter 26 Pt. 3

Well here it is lovies, I can’t believe it but I promise its good!

Warnings for more singing (this song) and Roman being a sap as well as Butcher

Tags: @rentskenobi @sunshinepascal @princessxkenobi @agent-450 @maybege @obaby-wan

Masterlist

Excessive use of outfit photos below

(these are purely references for outfits for Butch (picture is tie purple instead), Hannah (picture the red being more purple as well), Roman, and Erica respectively, their face claims still apply)

(Butch, Roman, Hannah, and Erica)

Butch is standing under two trees that form an arch that looks like something out of a Disney movie and he’s determined to do this right (right meaning that he doesn’t faint at the sight of Hannah the same way he coached Roman about Erica in the car). They’re both nervous, he knows, its reminding him of when they were waiting for these same ladies at his own wedding. He sees the car pull into the parking lot before Roman does and clears his throat. Roman starts to turn but aborts the action before he can see anything, Butch had taken great care to position him with his back to the lot, he won’t see Erica until she’s almost next to him (because while he isn’t superstitious, he is a little stitious and he isn’t leaving this to chance). Roman had acquiesced to his suggestions, wearing the white suit coat as directed and (as he predicted originally) has a tie on in Erica’s accent color of dark purple, pocket scarf to match and black pants to finish. Butch has gone for a black jacket and pants but keeps the purple accent in his tie as well, it’s the greatest thing he’s ever seen. He catches sight of Hannah first, she’s come around the car to stand next to Greene as he offers Ms. Erica a hand and—oh God. Roman really is gonna faint. He’s going to be absolutely done in. Butch starts patting himself down to be sure he has tissues but doesn’t find any he looks up in a panic to find Hannah staring at him- holding a pack of them. God he loves that woman.

“So obviously they’re both to die for.” Butch snaps his eyes back to Roman in horror before finding the other mans gaze resolutely in front of him and he sighs in relief. “I haven’t forgotten the lecture about looking you needn’t worry.” Roman adds dryly but Butch understands, he wanted to hit Roman for this same conversation three years ago. The girls walking towards them now, and Butch is straightening his tie, nearly reaching for Roman’s too before the man does it himself, albeit needlessly. He makes eye contact then and Roman smiles.

“Been a long time Butch.” Butch feels it again. That complete ecstasy at knowing he gets to be the one to bring them together, complete inability to wait to brag that he knew it’d come to this from the start, and complete pride in Roman for having grown together with Erica. Butch is younger, but always having the job to protect Roman has made him feel like much more of an older brother. No time for that now his mind interjects, Hannah is bringing Erica to the end of their makeshift aisle (which is really just a lane of grass that they raked the leaves away from) and he’s about to tell Roman he can look (his eyes have been closed the last few seconds upon hearing the footsteps of the girls) before he hears his voice, flowing into the space that suddenly feels small despite the fact they have the whole sky as a ceiling.

“Never knew, I could feel like this.” Erica’s pausing in shock “Like I’ve never seen the sky before.” its soft, and Butch hasn’t heard Roman sing in years, not openly like this but he knows the song and it almost has him panicking. “Want to vanish inside your kiss. Everyday I love you more and more.” Roman’s getting more sincere, and Butch can’t let this go on.

“Absolutely no one is dying at this wedding. I am security and I am also presiding so I make the rules.”

It has Erica giggling before she starts walking again and Roman pouting before he goes on as well “Listen to my heart can you hear it sing, telling me to give you everything.” His eyes are open now, but he hasn’t turned his head yet, Erica still walking slowly toward him, arm linked with Hannah’s, smile splitting her face.

“Seasons may change, winter to spring.” He turns now “But I love you. Until the end of time.” His voice is wavering, shaking even and then he sniffs, Erica’s reaching towards him as she closes the last few steps, Hannah taking her bouquet without a word.

Erica’s hands are cradling his face then, brushing her thumbs along his cheeks though the tears haven’t fallen. She’s whispering, her own voice choked with emotion, “Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place. Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace.” She pauses and Roman joins in “Suddenly my life doesn’t seem such a waste, it all revolves around you.”

They’re singing together now, and Butch cannot fathom why in God’s name they don’t sing out loud, all the time because it’s so beautiful he could cry more than he already is.

“And there’s no mountain too high, no river too wide, sing out this song and I’ll be there by your side.”

Their voices are strong now, the tears may still be brimming but they know, they know how they feel, and they know it’ll stretch through a hundred lifetimes, across any battlefield, and certainly beyond the trashcan of rotten potatoes.

“Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide.” They take a breath together and sing the last in an echo before finishing together, “But I love you, until the end, of time.”

Butch is waiting for the chorus but surprisingly enough both of them turn to him before a smiling Roman speaks, “I think we’re ready to go on now”.

Butch smiles at Erica before feeling Hannah press a tissue into his hand, Erica’s turning then, grabbing two and passing one to Roman before muttering out a ‘thank God for waterproof mascara’.

Once everyone’s collected themselves (Hannah excluded, she’s looking on like a proud parent), Butch begins. “Is there any preference on who I ask first this time?”

They both laugh at this before shaking their heads, glancing to one another and Butch knows what’s coming

“You can start with Erica, Ladies first.”

“Age before beauty Butch”

“Ouch. Well, no I take it back, you are the most beautiful person here so by that logic I’ll have to marry everyone else before I finally get to you—”

Erica is leaning into Romans personal space, the close proximity rending him speechless and Butch is about to roll his eyes because literally, its only been a month since the last time he lectured them about not kissing till the end before Erica talks over his thoughts.

“If you don’t, hush up, and marry me, I’m going to kiss you, to shut you up, and then Butch’ll get all feisty and we’ll have to do this all over again” She drags out the l sound and Butch is quite relived she’s taken his side.

“Yes. Well.” Roman’s eyes are full of wonder, sounding slightly breathless while his eyes are dancing all over her face, and lingering much too long at her lips in Butcher’s opinion before going on “Better let him start with you, wife.” He finishes with a cocky smile and now Erica looks lovestruck and if Butch wasn’t so obsessed with the idea of them finally getting to live happily ever after he’s sure he’d be getting annoyed.

“So, I suppose now’s a good time to say that renewal of vows in my training is just the two of you waxing poetic about each other and then me saying your still married. Do we want to count the singing?”

Butch is nothing if not pragmatic (much like the man he protects) and Erica’s never been more grateful because while this is the greatest day of her life, she also knows someone else who’s about to be over the moon, and she’d like to move that along. Roman seems to be of the same mind (though not for the same reason) because he’s affirming with a ‘Works for me’ before turning back to her, spinning her into a dip and kissing her long and slow. She’s still holding his face, gradually sliding her arms down and around his shoulders, not so much for her own security, she knows he’d never drop her, but more to feel him close. Let him know she treasures him beyond anything. He pulls away to look at her without standing just yet and she smiles, breathing out “Come what may.”

“BANG!!!!”

It’s Hannah shouting, and for the split second of panic and prep to fight they all felt and did, the three of them are laughing as Roman stands up with Erica still in his grasp.

“What?” She shrugs to the three of them “They should have gotten a happy ending. I’m living vivaciously through you.”

This only causes Erica to laugh harder before sighing, giving Roman a squeeze and mumbling out a ‘just a moment’ before going to hold both of Hannah’s hands. Both Roman and Butch give each other a confused look.

“We,” the girls exchange a glance that is trepidatious but also giddy and hopeful, as Hannah speaks “have some news. For both of you.” She’s white knuckling Erica’s hands and now Roman’s worried, what could possibly be wrong? He moves closer to Butch, if the girls feel the need to be close in order to process whatever this is, he plans to support Butch the best he can.

“I—” Hannah takes another breath before locking eyes with Butch, who looks distraught beyond belief at this moment, “I’m pregnant.”

Stunned silence follows. No one can move. Roman looks to Erica, she’s grinning at him, to Hannah, she’s looking at Butcher, to Butcher, his eyes haven’t left hers but his face looks completely vacant. The lights are on but nobody’s home. Roman looks to Erica again, about to give her his ‘what now?’ face before he’s nearly scared out of his skin by Butcher’s blood curdling whoop and his lunge toward the girls, Erica letting go just in time for him to swing Hannah up and into his arms before spinning around and laughing.

Erica moves to find her home in Roman’s arms again, brushing her nose with his as she looks back to their friends. “I knew this morning, I wanted to do it soon so we could have our big moments together.” Roman’s looking at her now, loving the way the loose strands are framing her face as they fall from the twists that she’d probably done herself, her hair is almost back down to the middle of her neck again. Then she’s looking at him-

“At first I wanted us to renew our vows together,” she pauses, taking him in as well before jerking her head to the other couple, who are no longer spinning but are still locked in an embrace that Roman is certain Butch is crying inside of, “but this is better”.

He nods, taking a moment to brush his hand along her hair before looking back to their friends. “It is.”

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#ewan mcgregor #aces in spaces #asexual #new chapter #original characters #original fic #original story #ace character

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songfell-ut · 4 years

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Chapter 4, I hate April Fools it’s coincidence

In which Sans is that kid who made you laugh in church and got you in trouble. Also, rudimentary sex ed, though probably not at the same time. Chapter can also be found here.

*returns to blaring this song on headphones at a volume between “too loud” and “nngh hit me harder”* Try it, @lostmypotatoes!

It started as soon as they left the room. The guard said his usual "Go and return safely, Your Eminence" in his usual half-respectful, mostly-bored tone, glanced over at the sound of bones clicking on the marble floor, and nearly shrieked as Sans closed the door behind him.

"S'up," said the boss monster.

The man clutched his weapon and inched far, far back, ekeing out a miniature version of "Hail, visitor" from behind the halberd shaft.

Sans gave him a big smile, looming over the poor man with his fangs on full display. Frisk raised her hand very slightly. "That will do, Sans," she said in her High Priestess voice. "You, sir. When I returned from services last night, I found my chambers unguarded. When you have finished your work today, inform your sergeant that I will speak with him this evening and learn the reason for this malfeasance. Until then, no one is to enter for any reason. Is that clear?"

Nodnodnod. Frisk folded her hands and walked as briskly away as her tight gown would allow, clearing her throat to stop Sans from waving bye-bye in the guard's face. They were at the stairwell before she permitted herself to smile under the veil.

"This's gonna be a long day," the skeleton said as they hurried down multiple flights of stairs. "You hafta do this every time ya go somewhere?"

"Correct," she said. "I dare you to try it in these shoes, too." Frisk picked up her skirt enough to reveal her high-heeled slippers.

"Hell, no. I'm not payin' for those in my size," he retorted. But as he came down the wide staircase a few steps below her, his eye sockets seemed to stay pointed at her feet for several seconds, long enough to make her wonder if she was imagining it, and remind her of the times she had caught him staring at her during their lessons.

Actually, it was hard not to wonder about several things. Sans definitely seemed penitent, and he had ignored several opportunities to escape after his initial attempt failed. That in itself was noteworthy, but then there were all those odd, multicolored looks, how he'd healed her after she'd been stupid enough to break her hand hitting him; telling Papyrus that she was "okay" – a standing ovation by his standards – protecting her, touching her face, that jokey "I think I love ya"...

Frisk shook herself. She was being pathetic. Just because she'd gone straight from a convent to an exalted position with no opportunity in between for any romantic endeavors, that was no excuse to latch on to the first male of either species she happened to spend time with! Was she really this starved for affection? Was she genuinely trying to convince herself that a misanthropic skeleton behaving with a shred of decency meant he'd somehow fallen madly in love with her in less than a week? What would she even do if he had, which he hadn't? He'll be gone soon, she reminded herself. Think of what you need to do. Be grateful he doesn't want you dead and he's agreed to protect you!

Besides, there was always the basket of letters in her workroom. Frisk wrinkled her nose, but had to smooth it out as they approached the chapel doors. She never knew who was looking closely enough to see under her veil.

For most morning services, a minor priestess was in charge of the readings, while Frisk directed the choir and gave the closing benediction. This particular morning, she walked into the chapel with Sans three steps behind, bracing herself, hoping the parishioners would be too shocked to do anything but sit and stare.

The organist was warming up as they headed to the altar, and a ripple of gasps and terrified whispers began running up and down the pews, almost in time with the music. When Frisk stationed the skeleton in a partly hidden nook and assumed her position facing the congregation, she came within milliseconds of laughing again: every face was frozen in pop-eyed disbelief, most of their mouths agape. She made the mistake of glancing at Sans, who opened his own mouth and did an impression of the shocked humans that nearly broke her.

There was nothing for it. Reminding herself that Sans was quite frightening to look at, Frisk disregarded protocol again and motioned for the priestess at the altar to move aside. The girl was happy to do so, putting Frisk between herself and Sans.

The High Priestess waited until everyone began to notice that nothing was happening, calming down enough to get curious. Then, "I beg your attention, ladies and gentlemen," said Frisk. "We are joined today by an emissary from the monster kingdom who has agreed to apprentice under me as we strive to renew peaceful relations between our nations. I beg you to put aside fear and hatred, and join me in welcoming Sans as an honored guest of Church and Crown." She turned to the minor priestess. "My apologies, Sister Olivia. Please begin."

To her profound relief, the majority of her listeners seemed thoughtful or intrigued, a few nodding slowly. Only four or five of them got up and left, which was better than she'd hoped.

To her even greater relief, Sans stayed quite still and well-behaved for the whole service. The chapel was lavishly decorated with stained glass, statuary, and an embroidered altar cloth, but as Frisk remembered all too well from childhood, it wasn't enough to look at for an entire hour. She was probably the only one who could tell how bored Sans was as the prayers wore on; she learned quickly not to look at him during the readings, because he kept making faces and forcing her to bite the insides of her cheeks. Thank God she wasn't scheduled to sing today!

The service eventually ended, and she glanced apologetically at the boss monster as people rushed up to the altar, forming a dense, fretful clot around her. The first question to make it through the hubbub was "Is this the skeleton you bested in the dungeons, my lady?"

Frisk had already fielded many, many inquiries about that incident, and had kept her answers vague. Now, knowing whatever she said would be disseminated by people who had witnessed Sans' size and non-ferocity for themselves, she could tell them, "Yes. The monsters have been suffering a famine for many years, and Sans was captured in search of food for his family. By the time I came down to speak with him, he had been imprisoned for several days without knowing what his fate would be. Monsters are not animals, and he understood very well that he would likely be killed or enslaved. He had every reason to believe I was a threat and behave accordingly. Since we reached an understanding, he has given me no reason to worry for my or anyone's else's safety."

She let them absorb that information, and it seemed to be working, though the next questions were still "Is it dangerous?" and "How do we know it won't turn on you?" Luckily, the priestess had had plenty of practice at not screaming Were you even listening?! at people, and stayed as calm, patient, and reassuring as possible, emphasizing that the skeleton was not dangerous, and was not her slave, or an "it," adding that he would remain with her for another six weeks.

That last was a deliberate lie. No one was going to take custody of Sans from her through official channels, but anyone who wanted to get ahold of him illicitly would probably make their move closer to the middle or end of his visit, after they'd gotten more information to work with; if they thought he'd be there longer than was the case, it could very well keep him safer.

She wasn't sure if Sans could hear them from where he was, but she suspected he could, because the fifth time someone asked, "Are you sure it isn't going to hurt us?" the skeleton uncrossed his arms and lumbered up to the altar, scattering humans before him like frightened birds.

"Please excuse us, everyone, and peace be with you. Thank you for your patience, Sans," Frisk told him. "Would you like to take a different route back?"

"Indubitably," Sans said, confusing everyone in earshot. "After you, m'lady." He nodded in the humans' general direction before setting off after Frisk, who had folded her hands again to conceal their shaking.

Her heartrate slowed somewhat as they crossed several hallways to the foyer connecting the chapel with most other wings of the palace. Double-paned, diamond-patterned windows reached from a few feet off the floor to the five-story ceiling, and crystal chandeliers caught the sunlight and scattered it like tiny opals across the blue carpet. The marble floors and columns had been polished to near-mirror brightness; a guard in spotless red livery was stationed at every door, with two at the foot of each staircase.

The men did double takes as they passed, but were better trained than those assigned to Frisk's room: they recovered quickly, bowing to the High Priestess and taking their cue to ignore the giant skeleton trailing after her. Each guard was lean and alert, with a sword in hand and a dagger at the hip. "I thought you were gonna sing today," Sans said suddenly.

Frisk didn't understand where that came from till she saw him checking out the weaponry and remembered the assassin's remark about her voice...and her body. Her hands tightened involuntarily. "I rarely do at matins. More people attend vespers, so we use the morning services as practice for the less experienced clergy. I'm essentially there to supervise." She stopped in front of a set of double doors so tall that Sans could walk through without ducking his head. This time, a footman scurried to open them for her, leaving the guards free to try not to stare at the boss monster. "I'm excused this evening because I...well, I was supposed to be there last night. Enough people saw me before the service that I can pretend I was there the whole time."

Sans stepped up beside her, trying not to walk too fast. "Atta girl," he said amiably. "That shit is boring."

The priestess bit her cheek again. "That's no way to speak of a holy ritual," she scolded him.

"Well, I'd rather get a hol-y in my head than hafta do that every day."

She emitted a low snrrrk that made him laugh in turn, and they might have started another cycle if someone in red-and-white livery hadn't spotted them from far up the hall and began jogging over. "Your Eminence!" the man called.

Sans moved half in front of her, but Frisk tapped his elbow and murmured, "It's all right, he's the King's manservant. Yes, Lucas?"

"His Majesty and His Holiness jointly request the honor of your presence at your earliest convenience," said the manservant, sparing Sans a bored glance.

Frisk knew a command when she heard one. "Of course." She beckoned for Sans to follow as the man turned to speed-walk back the way he'd come.

"Have you heard, my lady," Lucas said as they hurried along, "that a man was found dead in the hyacinth courtyard early this morning?"

"Oh, dear," the priestess responded, careful not to overdo it. "Was he murdered?"

Behind her, the boss monster made a very quiet noise, and she turned her head just enough to shut him up. It was almost a shame to waste her acting on one person; she doubtless would have had this conversation with her parishioners if Sans hadn't taken precedence.

"No, it seems he jumped from a great height," said the manservant. "A very great one."

Frisk shook her head with a little sigh. "What a hideous tragedy. Peace be upon his soul and those of his loved ones."

Sans was loudly silent as the servant made several rapid turns and steered them up a series of increasingly opulent staircases, though wider and more richly carpeted halls. Eventually, they reached a set of doors over twenty feet high, emblazoned with the kingdom's heraldic griffins in brass and precious stones. "Fancy," remarked Sans.

"Very kind of you, sir." Lucas stood to attention as the guards hastened to open the door, the guards calling up and down the room that Her Eminence had arrived.

Despite the oversized doors, it wasn't a throne room, or an audience chamber, barely rating the word "chamber" at all; it was just a room with a high ceiling, several expensive chairs and a table near a fireplace. But it was the King's favorite, and Frisk knew from experience that he used it instead of the throne room whenever possible.

King Stephin sat now by the fire, a gaunt, gray-haired man with strong features and dark gray eyes. Next to him was a portly, red-haired priest in richly patterned silver-and-black robes, a marked contrast to the King's plain clothing. "Your Highness. Your Holiness," Frisk murmured, bowing deeply to each in turn. She took a step to the side, sweeping her arm at Sans. "May I have the honor of presenting Sans—"

"The emissary from the monster kingdom, honored guest of Church and Crown?" The king rose and took Frisk's hand briefly, studying the skeleton with great interest. "This is a surprise, but I hope it will prove a pleasant one for all concerned. Welcome, Sans."

Sans grunted. Frisk was petrified that that would be all he did, but then he said, fairly politely, "Thanks, Yer Majesty. Sorry if I don't know how to act the exact right way. No disrespect intended, I just didn't get much training fer this."

The king laughed, clapping his hands and sinking back into his chair. "That's quite all right, sir! I haven't been to the Underground in many, many years, but I recall that my exalted counterpart prefers less formality than is practiced in our court." He shifted to look at Frisk. "So, my dear, what is true in this matter, and what is creativity?"

Frisk smiled. "It's true that I had to work to get his attention at first, Majesty, but we didn't battle for three days and nights, and no one was harmed. All I have been doing since then is keeping him in my chambers to learn herbal lore. As of this morning, I am allowing him to accompany me in my duties whenever possible so that he can learn more about humans firsthand."

"Very interesting," said the Cardinal. "I hope, Your Eminence, that this experience shall justify your asserting authority over this monster in our names, without consulting His Majesty or myself beforehand."

She half-bowed. "With great respect, Your Holiness, it was an opportunity not to be wasted. I will take full responsibility for the consequences of my actions, good or ill."

"I see. You've been instructing him in herbal lore, eh?" The red-headed priest chuckled. "And how would you rate his progress thus far?"

"Superb, Your Excellency. He's the most intelligent person I've had the pleasure of working with," she said calmly.

"Oh?" The Cardinal scowled at Sans. "Tell me, sir, what have you learned in your time with our High Priestess?"

His inflection was just condescending enough that Frisk had to bite her tongue—if this was going to work, she had to trust Sans to speak for himself.

Sure enough, the boss monster shrugged and said, offhand, "The exalted lady has instructed me in the rudiments of phytological science, with the ultimate goal of sustainable agricultural improvements. I like the part where it bubbles."

Behind her veil, Frisk couldn't keep from grinning, and it took several seconds to get it under control. One of the guards in the opposite corner coughed, and the King laughed outright. "Thank you, sir. Your point is taken," the Cardinal said stiffly.

"Sans may have valuable information to impart in turn," said Frisk. "I understand that the Underground harnesses the power of wind and sun at least partly in lieu of magic. It would behoove both our races for humans to lessen our dependence on...traditional sources."

"And with this mutually beneficial exchange of ideas and cultural intercouse in mind," Sans said grandly, "I have a request for Yer Holiness. Can you excuse Her Em'nence from midnight services and maybe some of the other ones for the duration of my visit?"

Frisk started, but allowed him to add, "The lady has a lot to teach me, and it'll take a lot of time. Besides, t'be perfectly honest, it feels weird for me to be in church with 'er. I don't wanna distract anyone, either."

The Cardinal tapped his ring of office on the table. "Your zeal is commendable, but you needn't attend services with the High Priestess. Surely you can study or otherwise entertain yourself while she performs her duties?"

Frisk raised a hand to eye level. The men sat up expectantly, and the boss monster looked confused. "Please don't be alarmed, Sans," the young woman said. "This is necessary, and I will take it down the moment we're through." She raised her hand higher and brought it down, snapping her fingers twice.

The skeleton flinched as a golden dome appeared high overhead, forming a sort of bubble around them. "We can speak freely now," said Frisk, and laid a hand on his radius. "You're all right, Sans. All it does is block sound and images."

Sans nodded, but he looked so uncomfortable that she added, "You really need to lighten up."

That got a chuckle, and he stopped fidgeting. The Cardinal and King exchanged glances, and Frisk sobered as she turned back to them. "I barely survived an attempt on my life this morning. The guard at my door was either removed or persuaded to let a man into my rooms when I was at midnight service, and if Sans had not been there, I would be dead. I've retained him as a bodyguard, but he cannot protect me if I leave him in my rooms."

"Ah," said the King. "Is that the origin of the mysterious corpse in the hyacinth garden?"

"It is indeed, Your Highness. The man didn't leave us an opportunity to ask who hired him, so I intend to act as though nothing happened. We'll see if anyone gets frustrated that I'm still alive and behaving normally."

The Cardinal chuckled, and the King gave her a little salute. "Very clever, my dear, but please clarify something for us," said the latter. "How long will Sans be here, exactly?"

"I've said that it would be six weeks, but it will actually be twenty-five days more, Your Majesty."

"Understood. Thank you very much for your service, Sans," the King said gravely.

Sans shrugged. "To be honest, Yer Highness, she's my best option at this point," he replied.

The King smiled thinly. Frisk glanced at the barrier, then said to the Cardinal, "Your Holiness, how long would it take to acquire copies of the Church's ledgers regarding a very specific class of goods?"

The Cardinal looked at Sans, who didn't know why he was being looked at, and at the High Priestess, and her determined expression. "I don't believe that's wise, Your—"

"I beg you to excuse my directness, Your Holiness, but I will have that information, with or without your intercession, and I would much rather do so without raising any suspicions, or prices." Frisk took a deep breath. "If you do, I may find I'll have enough work on my hands to consider retiring within the year. I understand that my friend from St. Brigid's has been studying for the examinations and making excellent progress?"

The King's eyes widened, and His Holiness raised his eyebrows. "Mathilda Owen?" he inquired. "Yes, actually. She should be ready for the last stages by the spring equinox." He rested his head on one fist. "Am I to understand, young lady, that you would seriously consider relinquishing your position in the near future?"

"I think it's an excellent idea, Frisk," the King said quietly. "Next week is an uncomfortable anniversary, and the Prince and I would be very unhappy to have you meet the same fate as your predecessor."

"As would I, Your Majesty," she replied, earning another little smile.

"I understand, High Priestess," the Cardinal murmured. "You may expect the records in question to be forwarded to you shortly after the Feast of All Souls."

"Thank you, Your Holiness." She looked from one man to the other. "Is that all for now, Majesty? Your Holiness?"

"I believe so," said the Cardinal, and the King nodded.

"Thank you very much," Frisk said. She glanced up and clicked her tongue, letting the barrier vanish.

"To answer your request, Sans," the Cardinal said smoothly, "Her Eminence will attend matins every Sunday, and of course the Feast of All Souls, but otherwise, you may dedicate your time to the exchange of agricultural and magical knowledge. We ask only to be kept apprised of your progress, in which Dr. Serif will also be interested."

"Of course, Your Holiness," Frisk assured him, hoping they couldn't tell how disgruntled Sans was.

They took their leave with great cordiality, King Stephin rising to clasp Frisk's hand and give Sans a benevolent nod. The Cardinal was less gracious, but clearly pleased with the conversation, smiling to himself as the great doors closed.

Frisk and Sans were most of the way back to her room before the skeleton said, "What the crap."

"You were wonderful, Sans. Thank you so much." The priestess smiled at him, earning another scowl and mumble. "To answer your questions out of order, the Cardinal has wanted me to step down for a while now. I pay too much attention to where Church funds are going, and he likes for his minions to be able to steal freely. He doesn't seem to know that Mathilda is just as scrupulous as I am, and better at math."

"Lovely. Any chance he's the one who hired the assassin?"

"I thought of that, but it's very unlikely. He's been investigated for embezzlement and similar misdeeds already, and everyone knows he and I don't see eye to eye, so my death would make him look very bad. He could even be tried for it on a circumstantial basis. At the very least, he'd have that suspicion hanging over him for the rest of his career. It simply wouldn't be worth it."

"Gotcha. And this other chick is...?"

"Mathilda? She was my best friend in the convent. I never had visitors on family days, so her parents would take me on picnics with them. We've stayed in touch, and her brother...is also kind," she said quickly, catching herself too late. "Mathilda isn't as gifted as I am with magic, but she's an amazingly hard worker, and she's been practicing the entire time I've been here."

"Good fer her, but I didn't think you could just quit bein' High Priestess an' pass it off. Ya didn't mention that the other night."

"Because I can't just quit bein' High Priestess an' pass it off," she said in a fair imitation of his gravelly voice. "I told you already, I'll have to either accept a similiar position elsewhere, like Mother Superior at a large convent, or get married. I haven't decided which."

"Right. Now, what was all that about the Church and a ledg—wait, what?"

Frisk stopped to look at him, unsure if he was joking. "It's not complicated, Sans. I can't stop being High Priestess until I either take on another role in the Church or marry someone. I can't just say, 'I'm tired of this, so I'm going to buy my own private kingdom now and do whatever I want for the rest of my life.'"

His eyes were blank, and she couldn't tell what he was thinking, so she shrugged and started walking again. "I know it doesn't sound fair, but the position of High Priestess comes with a large income, and if we were allowed to leave whenever we liked, that would encourage someone to stay long enough to become wealthy and then abandon the Church. It's happened before."

The boss monster seemed deep in thought, which made no sense to Frisk. "So," she said, "what did you think of the King?"

Sans looked at her sideways, and after a moment, he admitted, "He's not nearly as crappy as I was expecting. Is he that nice all the time, or are you a special case?"

"He can be very kind," Frisk said evenly. "I know him personally because I tutored his son for a few years. Prince Gaius has never been very healthy, and when I first came here as High Priestess, he was using his illness as an excuse to get out of everything. The King asked me to show him how I use sounds to focus my magic, so I spent every other evening in the royal suites until about six or seven months ago. I don't visit very often anymore."

The skeleton nodded. "How old's he now? The kid?"

"Eleven."

"That's it? Isn't the king kinda old to have a son that age? Or is that normal for humans?"

She didn't answer. As they ascended the staircases back to her rooms, Sans said, "And ya mean to tell me humans don't use solar or wind power for anything? You just take whatever magic ya need from us?"

"Not for long," she said, a touch of steel in her voice, and he left it at that.

To their relief, a trolley loaded with breakfast dishes had been left in front of the double doors, the guard standing ready to push it inside for her. "Thank you," Frisk said to him, making Sans go in before he could frighten the man any further. All this, she thought wearily, and it wasn't even nine o'clock yet. Sans had been right: it was going to be a long day.

Except, it wasn't. She changed into a more comfortable dress while Sans stretched out on the bed for a few minutes before they ate, trading egg puns and seguing into cracking the books open for a morning of study. The word must have gotten around about her visitor, because no one came to speak with her; the lesson stopped long enough for lunch, then kept right going. Sans had been getting impatient doing recipes for runny noses and papercuts, but put up with it in order to learn the basics, and Frisk was already rewarding his diligence with more interesting subject matter.

"Some of us could really use this," he said, pointing to a section on skin moisturizers. "Not me, obviously, but Pap's best friend is always gettin' itchy 'cause she keeps visiting Hotland and she's, y'know, a fish."

Frisk chuckled. "I can see how that would be a problem. Look here: do you recognize anything with aseptic properties?"

"Yep, glycerin. Makes sense t'find it here if it's a humectant, which..." Flip flip. "Yep! It's a humectant—attracts water. Can ya use it as a preservative?"

"You can, but as usual, it's only effective in certain ratios. It also depends whether it's the type made from soybeans or animal tallow. The differences are—"

And so on. They didn't stop again till mid-afternoon, when Frisk had to speak with the sergeant in charge of her guard rotation. "I offer my sincerest apologies, and I take full responsibility," Sans heard from near the door. He had been tasked with stirring the now-medium-sized cauldron in the middle of the worktable. It rested on a small base that kept it balanced and heated, fueled by a touch of Frisk's magic. "The man on duty last night relieved the previous guard at the correct time, but he wasn't present in the morning, and we haven't been able to find him. I beg forgiveness for this oversight, my lady!"

"Notify me the moment he is found, Sergeant. You are dismissed," Frisk said coldly.

The guy kept whinging about how sorry he was, and after a few seconds, Sans decided it was time to heave a huge sigh. The sound echoed in the room, and in the ensuing pause, Frisk opened the door and shooed the man out. "Thank you," she said, coming back to the table and removing her veil.

"Did I mention yer job sucks?" Sans checked the book and removed the stirrer, tapping it to shake off the last drops. "Can't ya just be a normal witch somewhere?"

"I believe I've told you before, the polite term is 'sorceress,'" the priestess answered, sniffing at the mixture. "And no, I didn't study at a convent for nearly eight years to end up as a village healer. I have nothing against them, but it'd be like a countess marrying a farmer—technically possible, and absolutely not going to happen."

Sans' eye socket twitched. Not very deep down, he felt as irritated as he had when she'd mentioned marriage on the way here, with some bonus aggravation at wasting his feelings on something that he didn't even care about because it was none of his business and he didn't care. "Here's what ya need to do," he said with forced joviality. "Hook up with a farmer or some other schlub. Piss the Church off so bad that they leave y'alone. Hire someone ta bump off Mr. Frisk an' pay the local constable to look the other way. Boom, you're free."

She didn't seem amused. "Let me think about it for a no, Sans."

The boss monster tapped his feet on the rungs of his stool and watched her put on oven mitts. She pulled over a rack of empty vials, picked up the cauldron, and began pouring it out into each one without spilling a drop. "Find somebody rich, then," Sans said carelessly. "That way, you can buy that private kingdom with his money 'n keep yers t'play with. 'Course, you'd have to find somebody first—no offense, there's nothin' wrong with ya, but I honestly dunno what yer supply 'n demand looks like. Do humans think it's weird to get with a former priestess, or...?"

Frisk put down the cauldron and considered him with a half smile, a thoughtful kind of look. "It's funny you should mention that. Can you keep a secret?"

"Sure, why not," he said, nonplussed. "What are pals for?"

That got him a real smile, one of the ones that made him forget thinking. The priestess got up and retrieved a small tray from a side table near the double doors, handing him the top envelope from a stack of letters. "I recognize the crest on this one," she said. "Open it, please, and tell me what Lord Gray wants."

Sans dutifully broke the wax seal, unfolded the expensive paper, and began mumbling out loud, "'Salutations, honored lady. I humbly request blah blah the honor of blah blah blah eternal gratitude blah your hand in marriage'?!"

There were two piles of envelopes on the tray. Frisk picked up one stack, laying them aside on the table. "These are normal letters asking me favors, claiming to be long-lost relatives, making improbable threats—the usual. These? They're proposals. All of them."

The skeleton didn't think she was lying, per se, but to her obvious amusement, he opened each one and skimmed it for certain key words, tossing it aside as soon as he found them. When he'd gone through all of them, Frisk gathered the envelopes up, went to the fireplace, and tossed the armful into the near-overflowing basket. "Dirt. I need to have someone file these for me," she grumbled. "I can't lose track of who's said what and how many times he's asked. It started when I turned twenty-one and became legally independent, and it's gotten to the point where—"

"Good fer you." Sans shifted around and thumped his elbow on the table, startling her silent. "Let's get back t'savin' the world." The skeleton flipped the nearest book to a random page. "Here, this looks crucial to the survival of my entire race. It's...what the hell's an 'oral contraceptive'?"

Frisk stayed quiet for so long that he glanced up. To his surprise, her face was bright red. "I don't think that's high on a monster's list of priorities," she said. "I keep forgetting to ask you, how's your magic feeling? I lowered that barrier when we got back, so you should start regenerating soon. You still can't teleport directly in or out of this room, though."

Sans had no idea what kind of medicine would embarrass her that badly, and made a mental note to look the word up later. "I'm startin' t'get some back, yeah. I should be able to help ya cut down on walkin' time starting tomorrow, if y'like."

"I thank you for the offer, but if makes me as sick as last time, I'd rather walk the whole castle in three-inch heels." Frisk came up beside him and flicked the pages a few times. "We need to take inventory of my supplies. I don't spend much time decanting anymore as a rule, so I'm running out of basics and don't have many specialized items on hand."

The conversation stayed along safe lines from that point on. Dinner came and went; the High Priestess offered to take him for a walk, but Sans had already had his fill of non-Frisk humans for the day and elected instead to soak in the tub for nearly an hour. He actually fell asleep for a bit, until Frisk had to bang on the door and threaten to come in and drag him out. His indifference to the idea – pointing out that skeletons didn't have any private parts – only got him in further trouble.

Later, Sans was sitting on the bed when Frisk emerged from her dressing room in her purple robe, towelling her hair dry. "Bedtime," she announced.

The skeleton yawned. "Sounds good. Want me t'check under your bed for monsters? Or assassins, or whatever?"

Frisk paused mid-rub. "Would you?" she mumbled, cheeks pink.

It was so cute that Sans had to cover himself with a big, emphatic gesture that carried him to his feet. "What'm I bein' paid for if I'm not makin' you feel safe, huh? Here." He strode out and made a big production of flinging open the office doors, revealing the empty couch and a messy desk. "Ta-da! Nothin' but the specter of bureaucracy."

"If only you could save me from that, too. Still, thank you," Frisk said, grinning now. "And I forgot to thank you for getting me out of midnight services for a few weeks. I can sleep in for the first time in months."

"Glad t'service ya." Sans saluted and turned on his heel with a grinding sound. "Night, kiddo." He went back to his room, shut off the light, and lay down, bemused at himself for calling her that. "If she's a kid, you're a real sicko," he mumbled out loud, and fell asleep wondering again what a contraceptive was.

They both rose late for another quiet day of study, interrupted only by meals and a trip outside before dinner. There was a lovely little terrace near the kitchens that few people used at this time of year, as there was nowhere to get out of the wind; luckily, Sans couldn't feel the cold, and was happy to stride around without worrying about banging his head on any doorways or low ceilings. The High Priestess' rooms were luxurious enough to have adequate space for him, but as weirdly satisfying as it was to play with plants and cauldrons, and as much as he enjoyed the view across the table, he had to admit it was good to stretch his legbones.

They didn't talk much outside, as Sans went to the railing to survey the outbuildings and orchards down below, while Frisk found a bench that had been in full sun most of the day. She'd brought a black cloak with red lining and a deep hood, and stayed huddled in it while the boss monster wandered around the terrace, each shooing away the occasional enterprising pigeon. When Sans came over to her with a question about the castle's layout, he noticed how tightly she'd pulled the cloak around herself and instead asked, "You cold?"

Frisk nodded, trying not to shiver.

"Well, why'n'tcha say so?" The skeleton extended his hand. "C'mon. Time to eat."

The priestess readily accepted, letting him tug her to her feet. "This is convenient," she said, still holding his hand. "The kitchens are right eep!"

In hindsight, Sans had to admit he probably should have warned her before he took them straight back to her rooms, materializing outside the double doors. "Sorry," he said to her, and not to the guard huddled in the corner. "You all right?"

Frisk tried to pull away from him and nearly fell over. "I am not all right!" She dusted herself off with one hand, the other clutching his sleeve. "You almost gave me and this poor man a heart attack, and now someone has to bring our food all the way up here!"

"Oh. Right. Sorry 'bout that." Sans shrugged at the guard, then opened the doors, letting her march into the room unaided. "But hey, yer already doin' better than last time, right?"

Frisk did not deign to answer, electing to stand in front of the fireplace to warm herself. "Right," the skeleton said. "I'll be over here."

Nothing. Her dignified, offended expression was adorable, but it reminded him that he had an unanswered question, and now would be a good time to look it up. There were a few varieties of dictionary on the bookshelves, and he selected the pharmacological one, deftly turning the pages to the middle of C.

In additional hindsight, Sans would tell himself sternly that once he found the definition he was looking for, he could probably have been more tactful than "Oh, fer crap's sake. Do humans really hafta screw that much?"

And he knew he should have anticipated the volume of her reaction, which was none for a moment, then a "What?!" that drilled straight through his skull and bounced around in it for a couple of minutes straight.

While he was standing there, eyes blank as he tried to recover his equilibrium, the beet-red priestess snatched the dictionary out of his phalanges and thrust it back onto the shelf. "All right," she said. "All right. All. Right. First things first: can I assume that you now understand what several of those recipes are intended for?"

"I un'erstand you damn near killed me," Sans complained, patting the side of his skull to be sure it was intact.

"I'm not very sorry, Sans," Frisk retorted. "Putting aside your terminology, I try not to judge monsters for having different physiologies than we do, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't judge humans. Given the way we're made and the number of children we can have in a lifetime, it's best to be able to space them out without having to give up interpersonal relations entirely."

The skeleton knew what he'd read, and what she was saying, but on some level, he was sure he'd misunderstood something. "You mean sex? Like, doin' it just for fun? Monsters know humans go at it a lot more than we do, but we always figured you just want a lot of kids."

He'd meant it honestly, which must have been why Frisk didn't kill him on the spot. She took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible, "I infer that this is not the case among monsters?"

"Hell, no. We don't toss magic around like that," he said, highly offended.

Frisk pulled the hood of her cloak back up and turned away, but he'd seen her trying not to laugh. "I don't know how much monsters are taught about human reproduction, but I can assure you that there's no magic involved, as such. It's an entirely physical process." She cleared her throat. "Monsters have to invest their magic before you can have children?"

"Well, yeah. If two monsters want a kid, it takes a lot of time and effort, 'specially if they're really different shapes or sizes They have to wanna be parents pretty bad for it to work."

"Interesting. Humans don't have to intend anything. If anything, we have to intend not to. If certain actions are taken, pregnancy can result unless specifically prevented. It's as simple as that."

Sans mulled it over. When viewed through that lens, the little he knew about human behavior – especially men's – made a lot more sense. It was bizarre and at least somewhat gross, but it made sense.

The priestess was still facing the fireplace. "Is it the same for boss monsters?" she asked, failing to sound casual.

The skeleton didn't know how to answer that, and the silence was getting awkward when they heard a knock on the door. "Heyyy, din-din," he said brightly, rushing to open it and scaring the life out of the poor woman pushing the trolley.

By unspoken accord, they didn't revisit the subject. He was pretty sure she was still thinking about it, though, and when they parted for the night, he had to admit that it was kind of funny—each of them obviously wanted to ask the other more stuff, but wasn't going to be the one to bring it back up. Maybe tomorrow, he told himself, not believing a word of it.

The barrier against external dreams was still up in the bedroom, but that night, he had one on his own. It was pretty simple: he dreamed he was a priest of some sort, but mostly a farmer? Anyway, he lived with his wife and several kids who kept going in and out the door and getting older each time they came back. Every time they did, he also got a little older, but his wife didn't; the more wrinkly he got, the more she laughed at him, pinching his face and offering to make him oatmeal or prune juice. He didn't mind, though. It was impossible to be mad when she was so sweet about it.

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sweetener - prologue

Lattes and Left Swipes

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader - uni AU

Word Count: 1555

Warnings: none just now

A/N: a little something to get the ball rolling. i’m mildly shitting myself rn so i hope you guys like it!

Updates Fridays at 9pm BST

“Next!”

Drumming your fingers along the counter, you shuffled forwards as the queue moved along in front of you. Your eyes scanned over the board above the counter for a fifth time, hoping one of the drinks on the menu would jump out at you. Ordinarily, you wouldn’t have given it a second glance, ordering the same vanilla latte every time you popped into the cafe (which was much more often than you’d care to admit, but it was right next to the building where you had most of your lectures, and the coffee was decent). Today though, it was much later than usual, you’d already had four coffees, and you were headed home soon anyway--

“What can I get y- oh, hey!” A bright voice snapped you out of your reverie, your attention shifting to the barista behind the counter just in time to see him reach for a to-go cup, already heading to the vanilla syrup pump behind him. “Vanilla latte, right?”

Okay, so maybe lecture hall proximity and roast calibre weren’t the only reasons for your frequent visits to this particular establishment. Maybe there was a certain brown eyed brunette who worked there, and maybe he always gave you two stamps on your loyalty card instead of one, and maybe you liked watching his back muscles shift under his stupidly tight t-shirt while he pumped sweet vanilla syrup into your cup. Maybe.

“No, actually,” you replied, nodding sagely at his perplexed expression. “I know, I know, shocking.”

“Are you feeling alright?” Setting the empty cup down on the counter, he turned back to face you fully, the corner of his lips twitched up into an easy smirk.

“Yeah, I’ve already had way more caffeine than I should have today, and I’m gonna go home and pass out after this, so...” You scanned the board one more time, feeling your cheeks heat up under his gaze. “...just a tea, please.”

“Fair.” Nodding, the boy turned grab a teabag and toss it into the cup before setting it under the hot water dispenser. “You know there’s caffeine in tea, right?”

“Eh, that much won’t kill me.” You shrugged, pulling your purse from your bag as he put your order through the till. You tapped your card against the reader, leaving your loyalty card out on the counter ready to be stamped while he put the lid on your tea.

Setting your drink down, he grabbed the coffee bean stamp from behind a display of brownies and pulled your card towards him. Three spaces remained blank, six already marked with coffee beans and one with ‘10th cup free!’ printed across it. The boy stamped the card twice in quick succession, hesitated for a moment over the last empty space, then stamped it as well.

“I hope not.”

You just smiled, pretending not to notice the way your fingers brushed against his when he handed you your card. Harder to ignore, though, was the way he caught your eye when you looked up from tossing your purse back into your bag, that easy smile still playing on his lips.

“D’you wan-”

Both your heads whipped around as the bell above the door cut him off, heralding the arrival of a group of students. Seeing that none of them were who you were there to meet, you turned back to that smile - only to find it had become tight-lipped and awkward, directed not at you but at the older woman who had emerged from the back room at the sound of the bell.

“Sugar. If you, uh, want milk and sugar, it’s over there.” He gestured off to your right, stepping back from the counter to let the woman take his place.

You nodded as you moved away with your drink, your quiet ‘cheers’ lost beneath the chatter of the students approaching the counter and the exchange between the two baristas as she thanked him for staying late to cover her break. You looked back over your shoulder as you poured a sugar packet into your cup, but saw only the older woman, not a chestnut curl in sight. Adding a dash of milk with a sigh, you replaced the lid on your cup and made your way to your usual seat, pushing thoughts of warm brown eyes and missed opportunities from your mind.

Ostensibly, you were at the cafe to meet a guy from one of your seminars to discuss the project you were partnered up for. You didn’t get a chance to talk it through after it was set, your friend and housemate Liv texting you from outside the room to hurry up before you ended up stuck in traffic trying to get off campus at rush hour, so you arranged to meet a few days later. That was the original, official plan.

However. Things changed when you parted ways outside the seminar room, Liv’s eyes wide and neck craned to watch him walk away. After a barrage of questions (“Who is he and why were you talking to him and is he single?”) and a quickly exhausted supply of answers (“His name is Harrison, we were arranging to meet up because we have a project together but someone kept texting me telling me to hurry up, so we didn’t get to talk about it for very long, and I don’t know if he’s single because funny enough it didn’t come up in the two minutes I spoke to him”), your Primary Objective switched from ‘discuss assignment’ to ‘find out relationship status and orchestrate a social interaction if appropriate’. Because that’s just the kind of good friend you are.

The bell above the door sounded again a few minutes after you sat down, a semi-familiar figure making its way towards you.

“Hey,” Harrison dropped his backpack onto a spare chair at your table, sliding onto the one opposite you. “Sorry I’m late, you been here ages?”

You shook your head, holding up your near-full drink as evidence. “Nah, like five, ten minutes? No worries.”

Your iPad already out on the table with the assignment specs pulled up, you soon got into talking through the basics of your project. Your mind was divided, though, half talking about potential themes and half searching for a segue into Harrison’s personal life. As luck would have it, one came along soon enough in the form of a notification banner coming down from the top of your screen, obscuring the diagram you were both currently discussing.

TINDER Somebody likes you!😍 Swipe right to find out who!

“I hate Tinder,” Harrison leant back in his seat with a chuckle as you rolled your eyes, swiping up to clear the screen. “Like, I use it, but I hate it.”

“Same,” you sighed, mentally noting ‘uses dating apps, therefore is single?’ “I don’t even use it really, I just swipe through weirdo after weirdo until I get fed up and delete it.”

“I’ve always wondered what a girl’s perspective of Tinder’s like, you know. Like what do other guy’s profiles actually look like?”

“Wanna check out the competition?” You smirked, offering your iPad for Harrison to take.

He clicked his tongue as he considered it, eyes narrowed and focused on the screen.

“Sure, go on then. Know your enemy, right?”

“‘Enemy’’s a bit extreme,” you laughed, switching apps before laying your iPad flat on the table between you.

Swiping through Fuckboy after Fuckboy, Potentially-Cute-If-Not-For-The-Offensive-Bio after Clearly-A-Catfish, you and Harrison were soon in fits of laughter, fighting for control of the device to stop him Super Liking a man who had seemingly listed his age in dog years, his picture showing him to be approximately seven times older than the 19 years he claimed to be.

“You fucking dick,” you seethed as It’s a Match! Popped up on the screen. “Oh he’s messaged me alre-aaaaand that is a dick. Or was. Fabulous.”

Water sprayed across the table as Harrison burst into a renewed fit of laughter, the drink he’d just taken now mostly on your iPad screen, droplets grotesquely magnifying the image - as if it wasn’t grotesque enough as it was. You scrunched up your face, trying to hold in your own giggles.

“I can’t believe- ah, hm,” you paused, trying to regain your composure. “I can’t believe you wasted my Super Like on a predator. Like, what a tragic indicator for the state of my love life.”

Harrison shook his head as he continued to laugh in between coughs and splutters, attracting disgruntled looks from people at neighbouring tables. “I’m sorry, right? I’ll make it up to you. Friday night, I will wingman you with anyone you want.”

Clearing your throat, you wiped the sleeve of your sweatshirt over the screen as you considered the proposition. “...anyone?”

“Anyone.” He nodded, taking a sip of water - and managing to keep it down. “We’re having pres at ours, couple of the rugby lads’ll be there - come if you want? Bring whoever.”

You hummed thoughtfully, pursing your lips to conceal your satisfied smirk. “Okay, fine. Friday night, you owe me.”

“Deal. I’ll text you the address.”

Nodding in agreement, you slipped your phone underneath the table. You steered the conversation back in the direction of your assignment, glancing down at your phone when Harrison wasn’t looking to type out a message to Liv.

Mission accomplished.

| ONE ⋙

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Touken Ranbu 2.5 Radio Translations

Touken Ranbu 2.5 Radio Translations!

Hello, long time no see on tumblr. I haven’t been posting anything since forever. Well i barely posted anything back then, though. I decided to post translations of Touken Ranbu 2.5 Radio because i rarely seeing anyone talk about it...even though it’s the one of the free content given by the 2.5 franchise of Touken Ranbu..maybe with this it’ll get a little bit more attention..i guess?

I am doing the translation ONLY in text and won’t make a translated video because i want the views to go straight to the official sites. You can listen to this radio weekly every Sunday 20.50 PM JST on Radiko or Youtube (i’ll link the Youtube at the end of the post). I’m starting this from the latest broadcast (episode 70) and gonna continue so on. I normally won’t translate the past broadcasts but requests are always open. If you want a translation of your favorite cast’s episode you could always leave me a message. Or an ask. But i’m afraid i don’t see you asks so maybe a message. You can check the list of casts who broadcasted the show in the official Twitter or on the Youtube channel at the description box.

Disclaimer : Neither Japanese or English is my mother tongue, so please take this translation with a grain of salt and pardon me if i misheard or mistranslated something here. I learned Japanese self-taught and just passed N4 last December. Corrections are always open and i’m happy if someone could correct my translations! Also, this text is not proofread so apologize for any typos made!

I left some notes in the end of the post so i hope you could read it first. I gave notes to some words too so i hope you could check on it while reading the translation. I’m giving strikethroughs to the words i gave notes, and it is written in order in the notes section. I don’t know if tumblr has the feature of giving words a numbered superscripts(?), if someone does know, please tell me how to and i will edit this post!

Another note : For this episode, i’m using the letter “A” for Arisawa Shotaro and “I” for Imari Yuu.

Touken Ranbu 2.5 Radio!

A : Good evening everyone! I’m Izuminokami Kanesada’s actor Arisawa Shotaro. A 2.5 radio alternating monthly brought to you by Musical Touken Ranbu, for short “Toumyu” and Stage Touken Ranbu, for short “Tousute”. In charge for August is Musical Touken Ranbu. Touken Ranbu 2.5 Radio’s Arisawa Shotaro is going to tell you Toumyu’s charms while polishing my radio skills!

A : Well, it has been my third week here, but coming to Nippon Housou, there’s a lot of extraordinary person here, and it becomes my motivation, for a radio (show). And we could even hear a little bit of their voices here.

I : That is great, right?

A: It’s an amazing thing.

I : Glad to do Touken Ranbu,right?

A : *laughs* Well, yes it is. Well, he (Yuu-kun) already made an appearance though,--

I : Yes~

A : --i’m going to talk a lot with Yuu-kun, so please look forward till the end!

Touken Ranbu 2.5 Radio!

A : Musical Touken Ranbu’s Izuminokami Kanesada’s actor Arisawa Shotaro broadcasting from Tokyo Yuurakuchou Nippon Housou, Touken Ranbu 2.5 Radio, let’s welcome tonight’s guest, it’s this person!

I : I’m Nagasone Kotetsu’s actor Imari Yuu! Onegaishimasu~

A : Continuing last time, Yuu-kun is the being the guest, actually i don’t really wanna ask this question, well, i’m given the opportunity to be the personality, but how is it, my personality side?

I : I’m not an acid-tounged critic like Takahashi Kensuke or else, so i guess you’re--okay? It looks like you’re having fun so it’s okay.

A : “It looks like i’m having fun so it’s okay” *laughs*. Try to appear once in Kensuke-kun’s(broadcast), that person is amazing, as i thought. He’s so good.

I : That guy was originally aiming to be an announcer after all, he’s the type of person who could just casually say “I wish i were an annoucer~”

A : *laughs* That’s right

I : His talk-power is amazing. Takahashi of the Talk-power. But, i’ve been thinking about this. If someday, when he became a papa, he’ll say harsh things to his child. He’ll be hated by his own child. It’ll definitely become like that.

A : *laughs* hated by his own child---there’s no doubt about it.

I: He’s saying everything that he thinks about.

A : That’s for real. Let’s hear children’s opinions.

I : Yes, yes, yes.

A : Right, so this time we’ll gonna bring you this this topic “Before The Show of Bakumatsu Tenrouden 2020, We’ll Guide You”!

I : Ooh?!

A : Musical Touken Ranbu Bakumatsu Tenroden is planned to perform between September to November! Musical Touken Ranbu Series’s second work which performed during 2016’s Fall will be performed in 2020 with a new production, the live part performance will also be renewed! Right..and the Historical Figure actors will be recasted to Koyanagi Shin as Kondo Isami and Sadamoto Fuuma as Okita Souji!

With that being said, going towards this show, we whom were casted in Bakumatsu Tenroden 4 years ago will tell you the works charms all over!

I : Yes!

A : Yes, with that being said, in Bakumatsu Tenroden 4 years ago, we appeared as Touken Danshi for the first time. Weeell remembering the first performance , it feels kind of—

I : It was amazing, right?

A : It was amazing. We ran through it right?

I : I’m being told to the extent that i wanna say “You could say such thing?”

A : I heard about that, of course, about the hard work. As i thought you can’t just be not challenging yourself in a lot of things! With singing, acting, dancing, sword battles! That was it right? Do you have any memory of it?

I : For me, there was the Time Retrograde Army, i don’t really remember anything about the history being changed!

A : It’s the Yuu-kun after the changes right..

I: I’m the Yuu-kun after the changes.

A : Looking back, talking about our first debut, it started with a production announcement in a Gajoen—

I : It was the time that my muscles is in the best condition—

A : * i chose not to translate this part, i’m not sure what Arisawa-san is trying to ask to Imari-san here..kansei-kan?? I don’t really understand how is that written and what does it mean*

I : But you know, i thought about this, when Touken Danshi’s are being smithed, they’re keep being hit and hit right? (referring to an actual swordsmithing process), i was thinking about that! So i think “that(muscles)” is needed!

A : That’s right

I : It is a sword that is done by being hit repeatedly and going through a harsh environment right? That’s why i went to that extent. It’s because of that (the smithing process) so we became strong.

A : Right right right, but you know, in the game, when it goes “paan” and it appeared (the Touken Danshi), there is cherry blossoms falling right, moreover at the Gajoen , there’s cherry blossoms falling too!

I : There was~

A : For an appearance, it was a wonderful appearance! Moreover, at the Kyoto theater’s surprise performance, we’re appearing in a sea of uproar! It was amazing..

I : It was so amazing that i caaan’t keep up with it..

A : That’s right..

I : The one in Gajoen too, we looked sparkling. And then we went to Kyoto too, it made me think “We’ve been to such an amazing place..”

A : Right, like seriously, looking at our yearly schedule there’s like “Live at Osaka-jo Hall”? Hey, how far are we going?!

I: That was amazing..

A: We’ve broke into a lot of amazing places, but the performance of Bakumatsu Tenroden..speaking of the main character..it was Yuu-kun right? Well, it was Yasusada too in some parts, but the ending is like, you were in a position of watching over (sending away) Kondo Isami’s death..like you’ve hold up your sword but..you can’t do it right?

I : I couldn’t..as i thought i just can’t do it. But i’ve thought of it, i thought of it for weeks, like if that was your own father what would you do?

A : You thought about a lot of things

I : I thought about a lot of things..

A : But seriously, you cried aloud right, in the rehearsal hall..

I : But as i thought, i have a lot to think about. I was easily moved to tears right? Rightaway..

A : You were..

I : I was easily moved to tears. But there, i have no choice but to hold it in. But you know, i remembered about this thing so much until now. Kayano-san said this a lot to me. “DON’T CRY!!”

A : But that is number one part that made you cry right? Like we can’t possibly hold it in when being told to not cry..

I : It’s not like you cried because of you’re getting yelled at right? It’s different than that. When your in a work and start acting..like, Goumoto-san’s Kondo Isami’s back is too large..

A : Yeah, being there must’ve been hard. Looking at Nagasone-san’s sight holding back his tears even though it’s painful, i could really understand his feelings. But on the contrary, in Musubi No Hibiki, i’ve been told to cry like a kid, over Hijikata-san’s death. In that flash, i feel like i’m coming out, as my character.

I : Indeed..

A: But after all, it was really nice to show out the relationships between the swords. As i thought, Tenroden is so great.

I : I thought Shinsengumi as a “negative aesthetics” , so that, how to say it..i feel like there’s something irreplaceable on them, for me.

A : Right, like as a samurai, they wanted to be a samurai, and then they became one. There’s a change period that suddenly changed the historical context between these people who became a samurai.

I : Right, right

A : Like seriously, because it’s the swords of the people that lived in agitation—

I : That’s too great

A : I kinda think about this, at first, we do things like sword rehearsals, the ones that we did in the Shieikan. There’s maybe like some points where they’re longing (admire) to their previous aruji. I think that’s because they have been watching over (they’re previous-aruji) since they were a sword, so that’s some kind of a feeling of respect to the higher-ups of Shinsengumi.

A : This time’s Bakumatsu Tenroden is a reprise, but for those who are able to come, maybe you could deepen your knowledge about Shinsesngumi first, after all, if you know the history, you’ll be able to get deeper (into the story).

I : But i think, maybe the people who are coming knows ten times better about this matter than us.

A : *laughs* I’ve talked this far but—it’s amazing right?

I : I told you, i thought about this. We are reading out such things as letters (from the listeners) right? The way they’re choosing the words is amazing! So that i thought, people who likes swords knows a lot about history. (So that) we have to show it to them.

A : Well, it’s giving some kind of pressure, right?

I : Right, right

A : Because we’ll have those kind of people watching our show right..i mean even in Musubi no Hibiki, we had the grandchild of Hijikata Toshizou from the Hijikata Toshizou Museum coming to the show.

I : That was amazing

A : That was amazing.

I : They (the grandchild) was called.

A : The descendants of him is coming to see the show! Touken Ranbu is amazing right?

I : Yes.

A : We have to make a it fun for the approach for that matter, even though this time is a reprise and the show will be renewed, while deepening our knowledge at this matter, let’s be more detailed with this!

I : There’s no doubt.

A : Right?!

I : Well if we start talking about this matter, it’ll take four years to finish.

A : *laughs* It’ll take four years—

I : Right, four, four years—

A : Alright, with that being said, we have just brought to you a lot of Musical Touken Ranbu Bakumatsu Tenroden’s charms! Then, we’re gonna read the letters!

I : Yes

A : Right..*surprise sound effect* we received one from : Saniwa name : Kirihimi-san! Thank you!

I : Thank you!

A : “My body is so stiff, even though i stand and try to bend down, my hands will only reach a little bit under the knee.”

I : So stiff!

A : Right, it’s really stiff.

I : Are you okay?!

A : *laughs* Well, there was a self-quarantine period after all.

I : Yes.

A : “Of course, for me it’s barely possible too to raise my feet to an almost horizontal level. Lately i’ve been doing stretching and now my fingertips are almost able to reach to the ground.

I : Wow, that’s amazing!

A : “My fingertips are still unable reach down (to the ground) just yet, but i’m doing my best though! Actors out there does dance flexibly and does intense sword fights too, and i feel like “Their body could really move (a lot)”. If you have any tips on making a body flexible , i really want to know!”

With that being said, thank you!

I : Thank you-!

A : What do you think, Yuu-kun?

I : I’m also stiff too, you know.

A : But you know, for me, speaking of stretching, do you remember it?! When we first joined Touken Ranbu, we will work together as a pair to stretch out the muscles around the shoulder blades—

I : Kensuke and Shotaro was a pair right. Kensuke’s way of doing it is---he’s always like “ It hurts it hurts it hurts!” and it keeps echoing in the rehearsal hall...and Tori-chan always shouts “You’re noisy!”. That scenery is really Shinsengumi.

A : Right..moreover that’s a thing that the more you do, the better it is. Even though the next day your body feels like ten times loosen (relaxed) up, but it hurts at first, that is...

I : That’s why, doing it too much is a no. But as i thought, it’s the best if you do it after you took a bath.

A : I see

I : Another thing, for me, i’ll go to a hot spring, and hot springs are spacious right? If there’s not many people, i’ll start stretching. If you’re stretching after a bath, i think your body will be a lot more flexible.

A : Then, Yuu-kun, are you flexible now?

I : Well, i’m really--i’m an iron man now.

A : Iron man--Then, then, just a litlle bit, we’re going to do rehearsals soon, let’s test out between the two of us, how much far could we go, let’s prepare for it

I : Right, you got a point there

A : Well, it’s important to know the current state of our own. So let’s make sure of our present condition.

I : Well then, let’s do that first,

A : This one right?

I : Right, you do it first, Sho.

A : You know, it’s impossible for me now.

I : For me, right now (is impossible) too—

A : Ooh, my fingertips could barely reach—

I : Fingertips reaching—

A : Ah, it hurts it hurts i hurts. I’m up to my first joints.

I : Okay, i’ll go—ah, me too.

A : Up to the first joints of your fingertips---but it looks like you’ll be able to reach it

I : No, well my fingertips does reach, but it simply hurts.

A : This is crazy for me. I felt like some kind of sharp pain just now. It’s like pikipikipikii.

I : For me, lately, my waist have gone weaker—

A : *laughs* I don’t know about that—i don’t know anything about that

I : My waist is weak, so kind of understand Kirihimi-san’s feelings.

A : In the waist matter?

I : Yeah, in that matter. Let’s work hard together about that.

A : Therefore, we’ll soon start our stretches too, let’s start preparing for it, carefully! Everyone too, if you’d like, please note down and try the method recommended by Yuu-kun!

I : Right~

A : With that being said, we will still wait for e-mails from you! The addres is written on all lowercase : [email protected], that is! We’re waiting for your impressio after listening to the broadcast and we’re waiting for a lot of questions for the Touken Danshi!

A: Here’s the Toumyu Information! Utaawase Ranbu Kyouran 2019 is now on stream at dmm.com! The bluray and DVD, and the yearly photobook is now on sale too!

I : Touken Danshi : formation of Kisho’s CD Single “ Yakusoku no Sora” is now on sale. And on the August 26th, Kisho Hongi’s CD Album will be on sale.

A : Futhermore, to celebrate Musical Touken Ranbu’s 5th Anniversary, “Musical Touken Ranbu Music Clip 2015-2020” Bluray and DVD pre-orders are open. About that, please check Toumyu’s Official Site for the latetst news!

I : The Musical’s original draft : Touken Ranbu Online’s PC Version and Smarthphone App version is available to play. Time Limited Smithing Event “Nikkou Ichimonji” is until today, August 16th, 23.59 PM. You can find more information about it in Touken Ranbu Online’s official Twitter, so please try and play it!

Touken Ranbu 2.5 Radio!

A : Toumyu’s Picture Book!

A : Episode 11, the Touken Danshi Arisawa Shotaro will tell you is ; Mikazuki Munechika!

A : A tachi made by Sanjou Munechika, a swordsmith from Heian era. He's one of the Five Heavenly Swords, and is reputed as the most beautiful of them. As a touken danshi, he has the elegance like that of a Heian noble. He's tolerant of others' misgiving, and he's very at-his-own-pace.

A : In Musical Touken Ranbu, he is portrayed by Kuroba Mario-kun. Kuroba Mario-kun’s Mikazuki Munechika is : “Extraordinary Sexiness”.

Please look forward to the next episode of Toumyu’s Picture Book!

A : FM93, AM1242, broadcasted from Tokyo Yuurakuchou Nippon Housou, Touken Ranbu 2.5 Radio, it’s now the ending time! Thank you for having us in three consecutive weeks!

I : Thank you-!

A : Well the two of us contacts each other frequently, so even in the radio, we’re getting along well.

I : A-I got it.

A : You’re hungry?

I : I’m hugry. I drank too much water.

*laughs wwww*

A : Alright. With that being said, thank you!

I : Yes.

A : I’m waiting till the next time we would be able to work together again!

I : Right.

A : You could find the past archives of the broadcast in the programs homepage! The program’s twitter it @touken2_5radio. Please follow it, retweet it, use the hashtag and tweet about it, let’s hype up the program!

A : With that being said, we’re the ones brought the show to you ;

“Yeah yeah, it's ok if I'm vice-captain, right?” Izuminokami Kanesada’s actor, i’m Arisawa Shotaro! and—

I : “There is no enemy that I can't cut!”, Nagasone Kotetsu’s actor, i’m Imari Yuu!

Byebye~!

Notes :

The link to the show on Youtube : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gRbJux7NqU4

a. Neither English or Japanese is my mother tongue, so i’m kind of unsure in some parts, either i can’t really find the English terms of it or just simply unsure of what are they trying to mean, so i’m typing in italic in parts that i’m unsure with.

b. The underlined parts are an official script from either the anime, game, or the 2.5 projects, so i’m taking the translation from Touken Ranbu Wikia in Fandom.com (https://touken-ranbu.fandom.com/)

c. Translation with notes (the ones with striketroughs) :

1. It’s 初演 (shoen), literally means first performance, like the whole set of the first performance of Bakumatsu Tenroden back in 2016. Not to be mistaken with初日 (the first day of performance).

2. Refers to Meguro Gajoen, “....is a historic wedding, hotel and restaurant building located on the eastern edge of Shimomeguro.” (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meguro_Gajoen)

3. I’m translating the phrase “背中がでかすぎて“ with it’s literal meaning, but i don’t know if there’s any Japanese terms for “a big back” having a connotative meaning.

4. i heard it as 負の美学 (red; fu no bigaku), literally means “negative aesthetics” but i’m not sure if it’s written like that. I can’t find any other word that fits. I hope i did not misheard and/or mistranslated this.

5. 試衛館, a place related to the Shinsengumi..pardon me if i misheard this. You can Google this one if you wanna know what kind of place it is, though. Just in case.

6. He use the term 柔らかい, it literally means “soft”. But i don’t think it makes sense in English as there’s no term such as a soft body (or there is?) so i used flexible as the closest meaning. Again, pardon me because neither English or Japanese is my first language.

7. He said 肩甲骨の筋膜, literally means “the fascia of the scapula”, but it’s too scientific i don’t even know what it it called in my first language and i don’t know if it’s commonly used in English, so i put another word with a similar meaning, but less-specific.

8. I heard this one as 刀ミュ図鑑, i’m not sure with the kanji of “zukan”, but i chose to translate it to Picture Book as Touken Ranbu has one. (The 刀剣乱舞絢爛図録).

#touken ranbu #touken danshi #toumyu #tousute #2.5d #touken ranbu translations #tkrbradiotranslates #touken ranbu 2.5 radio #arisawa shoutarou #imari yuu

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otakuhoo · 4 years

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Full House 🏠

By: Otakuhoo

A home is some what like a place you can dwell unto if you’re so tired of the world and badly needed a place to recharge. A safe haven that you can just grab every thing you need like love and support from the rest of the people living in it. In other way, it can’t be called a home either if the ones living in it don’t reciprocate feelings for each other. Rather, it’s simply a house.

I’ve tried living in a random house. When I got a job away from my country, I’d never thought I could find a similar home I had back in my home country. I lived in a villa together with my colleagues at work. We were all girls (which lessen the excitement) in there. I’ve always wanted to try a kind of liberation where I get to live with random people with variety of personalities and beliefs. We were 14 girls when we took our first step in the house and hastily picked our own rooms and roommates. Luckily, I have my very own buddy with me in that journey so automatically she’s gonna be my roommate.

The girls I lived with were quite older than me. I’m the youngest in the herd (since most of us are plus size girls!). There goes my introvert personality again. I’m not much of a talker at first, scrutinizing people I guess had been a hobby of mine before I get to slide in to their world PARTLY. They were wonderful women with different life stories and battles that had overcome with. Let’s start from the ones in the ground floor, shall we? 👍🏻

Gelli (Korean-ish) 🇰🇷

She’s a sweet little introvert just like me. ✌🏻✌🏻 (only the introvert part 😬) Looking at her, you could probably think she’d never done any white lies or rebellions in life. She’s very intimidating to look at and to be with. You could really distinguished how dark-skinned you are if you happened to sit beside her. She’s a total ideal package of a girlfriend must have for boys. It’s freakin’ me out how come she’d never had a boyfriend. With a god given beauty and fairness like hers, damn what else guys could be looking for. Seriously, this girl never had a boyfriend? 🙀🙀 A shock to my bones and to my internal organs.

Very well, she looks even hotter I mean cuter with the eye glasses. Too bad boys, she’s an oppaholic. You have to be an oppa-ish guy before you can date her. 🇰🇷🇰🇷

Babylyn (The Pretty Amazona!🇧🇷)

If I’m the youngest based on age, well this girl just beat me being the youngest based on her name. She’s a baby for Pete’s sake. Guys would be calling her baby without any reason cause that’s really her name. I wonder if her parents have thought really hard in giving her name. (Just kidding babz!!) But she prefers to be called BABZ rather than baby. She’s the exact opposite of her roommate who is Gelli. She’s too loud even when her intention is just to whisper. She’s the clown in the group. And she could be a temperamental clown to be honest. 😂😂 She gets angry so easily after a lot of teasing. That’s what you call ricochet Babz. ✌🏻You get what you ask for. 🤗🤗What I like most about this girl is her strong will. She’s an independent SINGLE girl. (I have to emphasize the status SINGLE 😂😂.) Just like Gelli, she never had a boyfriend too. No questions ask. (Peace!! She might get mad again while reading this.🙏🏻🙏🏻) She is such a family oriented girl that she chose to prioritize her family’s needs and I salute you on that sister! Long lived the single since birth women in the house! 🙌🏻

MJ (The Fashionable Mom)

Nothing beats the gloriousness of this modern fashionable mom, onee-chan MJ. Well, she doesn’t even look like a mom in the first place. She’s so bubbly that she never rans out of things to say. She’s the kind of girl you wanted to drag with in a place where conversations are starting to lasts. She can be very intimidating at first maybe because of the mole? 🤗 Seriously, she has that modelly kinda look and that mole suits on her face perfectly. We’ve never bonded that long because she has to move out and transfer to the nearest accommodation in the hospital we worked in. Still, we waved each other hello and chat sometimes.

Kimberly (Motherhood 1st Runner Up) 🤰🏼

This lady here is the roommate of onee-chan Mj. She’s about to have a precious angel a few months from now. I addressed her the 1st runner up because she was the second one who got pregnant after coming back in the villa from vacation. I’ll tell you later who is the culprit. 😂😂✌🏻

She is our “chef”. Every time we’re celebrating a special occasion in the house, we’re always looking forward to her cooking. I guess it’s her fault why we all gained such weight. 🤔🤔 Food catering could be a good business partnership with her. 🙌🏻🤟🏻

They are the ones residing in the first floor. Let’s move a notch and head on to the 2nd floor. The girls here are kinda interesting (that includes me!) as well. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Reycianne (Ms Motherhood inter-amniotic 🤰🏼👸🏼)

That’s right! She is the culprit. 😂😂 She started the trend. She had been my movie and cooking buddy in the house. She’s petite but her energy is a bit taller than her. She talks a lot when she was still not pregnant. Now that she’s a preggie, she can’t close her mouth anymore. Just kidding! 😂😂 I love this woman. She’s very religious and I get to learn a lot of things in life from her. She taught me how to be wiser and crazier sometimes. I miss teasing and laughing at her because she never gets mad easily. We tend to tell each other’s secrets and gossip about loads of things.

To your soon to be baby GIRL, may you not inherit your mommy’s weird personalities. 😂😂😂 Cheers to your upcoming new family onee-chan XHAN! 😘😘

Rubia ( The Food Enthusiast!)

If you can’t get enough of every food, there must be an itty bitty of Rubia in you. Trust me, I think she had been to most of the fast food chains and restaurants in the city. She can be onee-chan Kim’s sous chef cause they both love to cook but Rubia loves eating more. (Peace on earth yo!) She’s cool to go out with too. One time when me, her and Carla went to buy some groceries, thought she’ll buy all the stuffs in the store and close it for good (hahaha) cause she ended up in the counter with two carts and one is fully stuffed. Most of it I think were edible. Bet you know what I mean.

Well, I hope that this enthusiasm she has on food will lead her to finding Mr. Right. I think she’s used to eating meals alone in a fancy restaurant and if she keeps on doing it, some random (hopefully the right one) guy will get to sit and talk to her over a meal. Drastically, we were in Saudi Arabia so the guy can’t probably sit with her unless they saved some seats in the family section. I’ll keep on crossing my fingers Onee-chan RUBZ till they all get tied up. (hehe). Luckily, I get to see one of your facebook stories that you had been video calling a certain guy 😲, guess every thing starts falling into place. 🥰

Sherly ( The Sweet Country Girl-ish)

Yes, she is sweet not just by her looks but also her voice. The first time I get to hear her voice, I sighed and told myself “I can get along really well with her.” Cause I once had that kind of voice too, so hearing someone having a silvery voice (which is cooler than mine) can be called my soulmate. 🥰 🥰 I like how she smiles a lot. It’s so vibrant, warm and inviting. I’ve never seen her at her lowest point, though she had a hard time working on some HR files back in our previous hospital where we worked in. She was sad but not devastated. You couldn’t even tell she had a bad day unless she tells you. 👍 👍 Now that’s what you call pure magic. Too bad, she didn’t renew anymore her contract in KAMCJ, which made the house kinda gloomy when she left. No more sweet voice of Onee-chan Sherly coming from the kitchen or the living room. She’s like the first one to get us some food every meal time. When me and Carla had our second vacation back to the Philippines, she let us stayed in their house for more than 20 days. We hanged out a lot including onee-chan Joyce (which I will be talking about later). I was able to meet her cute dog named Zoe which was given to her by onee-chan Xhan. We both love dogs so much. Hope I can get to see Zoe and her real soon again.

CES ( The Timeless Beauty)

If I’ll be on my thirties, I want to have a rare, youthful and smashing beauty just like hers. I find hers a natural one even with or without make up on. But you could never mask the radiance of a natural beauty. I love how doe her eyes are on photos, (Gelli has these kind of eyes too) it’s what I’ve always wanted to have. She has a daughter and I can really tell how much she love her when they had this Skype moment back in Jeddah. She was about to cry and her voice was already shaky. I was so moved by that moment where a mother and daughter seeing each other for the first time after a long long flight overseas. It was also her first time being away from her family to work abroad. Most of the girls in the house weren’t first timers in working overseas. I think there were 4 first timers (including me) in the house.

She’s onee-chan Sherly’s room mate. She loves movies and she’s very much familiar to a lot of famous Hollywood actors, actresses and singers and some Korean dramas and k pop groups. And with that, we can get along so well. Don’t forget Gelli too. 😉 😉 Same thing with her, she didn’t also renew her contract in KAMCJ after finishing 2 years in there. So miserable that every person in the house were gradually leaving. It’s part of growing up, I guess. And if we really wanna grow up, it means we have to grow apart as well. I think now she’s back in Saudi Arabia but in a different hospital. Wish we could grab some meal altogether just like the good old days in Villa 6.

Ruby Joyce ( My Mother from A Different Household)

That’s right, she was my mom in villa 6 and until now I still call her mom, A SINGLE MOM, co’z she’s also single and she has me as her daughter so that makes her a single mom. 😇 😇 (That’s just for fun.) Her room back in the house was just in front of us. She’s cool, fun to be with, has a prominent motherly instinct, a big sister you can call on to and of course very voluptuous. She can handle very well her gorgeous bold body and I admire her for that. I’m a plus size as well but seeing how she dress up for the occasion, makes her look like she doesn’t have the weight. She embraced it too well that she made it invincible to the people and that’s a pretty good thing.

When she left and ended her contract in KAMCJ, I was in melancholy. I believe we’ll still gonna see each other again but it’ll take long. I can’t actually handle goodbyes pretty well, so when she was packing her stuffs and about to leave the house, I said my farewell as quickly as possible co’z I don’t want her to see my eyes well up. Somehow, when me and Carla both had our second vacation, we decided to meet up with onee-chan Sherly and her. We had the best time of our lives for a couple of days. It was a great bond and I’m glad that we were still able to catch up after missing each other so much. I hope Mr. right will able to find her so I’ll have a dad to be and she can live the fairy tale life I know she deserves to have.

Michelle ( Exuberant and Full-spirited)

I admit, I seldom pray and go to church but I am still a great believer of God. Onee-chan Michelle here is both. I always saw her pray, not just to put an act but it was really heartfelt. She and onee-chan Reycianne are the most prayerful persons I had noticed in the bunch. Though, she’s very religious I must say, there’s this side of her also that is very comical. She tags along very well to some of the jokes some of us had thrown and laughs hard too. I noticed that she has a boyish walk. Well that was when we still used to walk together back in our villa. She’s onee-chan Joyce’room mate. She didn’t stayed too long in the house as well co’z she had to moved out and transfer to the nearest accommodation from the hospital. Both she and onee-chan MJ were assigned in OR so they’ll probably gonna be room mates. I’m not sure if she’s still in KAMCJ, but if she’s still there, may God keep her and the rest of the front liners safe from all this torment from Covid-19. 😇 🙏

Carla ( The Dauntless Petite)

Finally, I’m down to her since I kept mentioning her in some parts of this blog. 👄 👄 Can’t blame me co’z she had been my company since we started that roller coaster ride just to get where we are right now. She had been my smallest yet straight forward wind vane. I had became so dependent on her that I sometimes depend my decisions in life on hers. While depending on her, I learned how to become independent as well. She could be a walking contradiction and I find it really challenging. She’s so outspoken that you don’t want to miss a thing on not talking back at her. She could be really provoking that not being able to express your own thoughts is like having a wimpy limb. She’s an inspiring artist too. She was the one responsible for all the wall decorations in our villa in every upcoming birthdays. There’s this side of her that’s also very prayerful. 😇 😇 Well, if you want to know more about me and her, I had created a separate blog on how acquainted I am to her, bet you want to read it. Here’s a quick link. (https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/otakuhoo)

We really are growing apart but not that further. We’re still now in the same country practicing the profession we’re bestowed to have. Just that, we don’t work in the same company but still we manage to keep in touch and that’s the thing we don’t want to lose. The full of secrets, funny, opinionated, mature and nasty😁 conversations. I’d say, I’ve grown fond in this kind of friendship, hope this will not last till you set foot to your next milestone in life.

In addition to the 14 people of the household, they are the two women residing in the third floor. I’m not that very well accustomed to their real personalities or their lives but they were also kind to be with. They both showed us the big sisterly acts and gave us some helpful advises about certain inquiries on how to survive middle east 101. I have nothing much to say about them due to the stair that was keeping us socially distanced. 😆 😆 (Just kidding!) Moreover, I’m still glad that they have been great household members.

Dianne (Sweety)

Of course, I better include myself as the 14th creature in the herd. I never contributed much back then, only I was the only girl who liked to fall asleep in the living room while the television was on. I was the movie down-loader, the one who’s flash drive remained attached on the TV and the (Tiktoker 😆) one who sings very loud in the living room. I told you guys I’m not that much memorable (haha). I was such a reserved person while being involved with them, hesitant at its finest and talking to unknown people was my complete dilemma. It was like being cast as one of PBB housemates ( a reality TV show). It’s true what they say, you’ll never know what you really are unless you’ll know how to sync and survive in a vast number of unrecognized people. Those two years I had spent with them was the most life changing, reality living and perky sorority I’ve had.

There you have it! My very own pack of females. Hope you’ll take a good look on how inexplicably beautiful the photographs are (especially me 😆). I know this blog is a bit lengthy, you don’t know how concise I try to make it in describing each of them and still turned out having lots of words in it. Maybe co’z when there’s an interest in writing about certain stuffs or people, you just never ran out of words. I’ll attest to it. 🤘 If you just happen to see me right now, I’m still probably clicking on my keyboard, typing more words about this blog that will make it unending. Since I want to post this one and have my female leads read this, I better end it as gracefully as possible. ✍️ ✍️ 😘

To these girls, the day we parted was not the end of it. We’ll get to see each other again in due course where some of us will be sharing their parenting lives, preggy moments, most serene weddings and many more exciting moments in this every day battle we call life. Just so you know, while writing this one, I had pressed the button to zap me back to those moments where we all took our first step in the villa and hurriedly chose each room and wander around in every corner of the house. And while being zapped, it’s like I never want to time travel again. All rooms were occupied, it was like the house was meant for us alone. I believe, wherever we’ll all gather up together, there’ll be again a full house where history will again repeat itself. 🏡 🏥

XOXO ♥️ ♥️ ♥️

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shipwrecknights · 4 years

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SANDIPURWARA 2K19

Ok this is gonna be the longest post ever but i HAVE to write this so bear with me

My annual school theatre production just ended yesterday and the post production blues are at an all-time high. I am terrible at farewells; I’m not a very sentimental guy, not very expressive and I can’t articulate affection well without preparation first. This isn’t my first production, in fact it’s my fourth. I have literally been through this every year for four years in a row and every time it hits hard but this year the feeling is nearly overwhelming. My family and friends always ask my why i keep going back, seeing that the trainings take so much out of me every year. But the fact is, they will never understand. The love that i receive in return from this production....my god. These people are really my family. Never have i met a group of people so easy to talk to, to confide in, who complains so much about having to train and yet come back every day and give it their 80% (lol). I am SO thankful that they are in my life. I’ve watched this project grow over the years and these people have also watched me grow; from an actor in Ziarah and Cinta Mawar, to a scriptwriter in Kalbu and finally a stage manager in Sandipurwara. In 2015 i was a boy with literally no friends in uni, no interest at all in Malay theatre and now I have a 50+ pax strong family gained over the years. In no particular order, these are just some of the people that made Sandipurwara so special for me: To the PDs: Thank you for pulling me into this show. I was adamant about joining intro this year because i felt that i had to move on in life, and that 3 years was a nice number to leave at. When Halijah texted me (nearly begging) to take up the role as ASM, I just thought what the heck. She is my friend and I should help. Halijah and i met in 2016 during Ziarah. We were both cast members and we weren’t close close, but close enough to joke around every day. I always thought she was hilarious. And a very talented actor. She’s the kind of person that makes everyone in the room laugh with her crazy antics, even when the mood is tense, which was almost always the case. I always say to her “Tu lah siapa suruh jadi PD,” not to mock her capability, but just as a running joke because we were always one of the lazy ones who just wanted to go for smoke breaks during training. And yet there she was this year leading the whole ass project. She has balls. The shit that she went through this year. I feel so sorry for always being honest with you, about your leadership style, about the first script that we all turned down, for always replying to you in a stern, I’m-pissed-off manner. You don’t deserve all that. But I’m honest because I always knew you could be better. Four years is a long time!!! You are essentially like my baby sister now. I hope we can hang out more often, go to gigs together maybe. Anyways you fucking did it jah. I couldn’t be more proud of you, couldn’t be more proud to have worked under you. Some people were skeptical when you wanted to be PD but you definitely proved them wrong. I will never forget you and Zu during Ziarah, acting in the training room at block A level 5, getting scolded by Abang Mok, and crying, and STILL continuing the comedy scene. All with tears rolling down your face. Fuck. You were trying so hard and that made me wanna cry too. Congrats Jah. I love you so much and thank you for everything. (anyways emo night pe) As for Naj, we also met in 2016. She acted as the mother of my best friend in the show, and she really suited the role LOL kidding. But Naj is a good actor and dancer, AND a brilliant admin person, something that I can never do ever. What i like about her the most is that she is quiet, takes all the shit she receives and just get the work done without much noise. Basically the opposite of us all. This year she took up the role of APD, and did it while still being herself. I’ve always respected her, seeing her take up so many important roles the past few years. Someone once said to me, Naj is like one of the most senior person here, starting all the way from Iman, but never once did she mention that or use it as a way to assert her seniority. Thank you Naj. The world needs more humble + hardworking people like you <3 And then there’s Shakir. Fucking hell, where do i start. I wasn’t too fond of you when I first met you. Your face and mouth sometimes really mintak kene rembat. But one day it really hit me (and it upset me quite a bit): YOU ARE JUST LIKE ME. Hahahaha fuck we were both cursed with the dying need to speak our minds and filter absolutely nothing. I guess from that day on I just learnt to tolerate your shit because I understand you. You’re probably the most articulate guy in all the intros (but not in malay obviously). Even though your rhyming poems are corny as hell, I respect that you always speak to us in such a concise and inclusive manner, always try to get your opinion across as tactfully as possible, always thinking of how others would feel, even when you’re an insensitive fuck deep down. You always try to mingle with all the departments, which makes it look like you’re friendly, but we all know you just don’t want to feel FOMO. You are the APD that no one wanted but we all NEED. I’m glad we got a bit closer this year because I feel that being so alike, we can learn a lot from each other. Its a shame we didn’t get to see the Jacket Pelacur ™ this year, but we all know you’re busy making moves silently and to that I wish you all the best. I will never forget out stressful trip finding paint and kain, the girls searching for our felt pads while we stand around doing nothing at Spotlight, and you asking me about haram keropok at Daiso wihle I’m almost crying about the damn skirting. Also, good luck with your stint as the MCMS president. You are the first malay-muslim club president that constantly sleeps in girl’s laps, says the f-word, says Bismillah at the end of a speech instead of the beginning, and changes pants at the storage area without the conscience of even closing the door. You do you bro. I will pray that you see the light and be a better person, but thank you for constantly checking up on me and always being a brother. Love you bro #idkmanidk

To my SM Irfan: Bro. Brooooooo. You are one helluva guy. Sometimes I felt that you were overemotional about many things, something that an insensitive guy like me could never understand. But the more you opened up to me, the more I learnt to understand that you just have a very big heart. You get stressed very easily by very small things people say. But that always pushed you to work harder. I always look at you working so hard to plan our PT/crew sessions, and yet some nights you text me shit like im sorry, i feel like im not doing enough as an SM. BRUH. Kau stop it. But that really sums up what kinda person you are. Truly a humble guy that just wants to go around spreading joy to people with his lame-ass puns. I couldn’t have had a better partner. It was tough doing SM things with no third ASM, and come to think of it we been through so many obstacles that only you and I know about. Constantly texting each other about the shit we have yet to do and don’t know how to do, skyping till 3am at night when there’s training at 10am the next morning. It was a great learning process working alongside you. When we hugged just before the last show, you immediately started to cry and that made me tear up, so I pulled away and got the fuck away from you because I didn’t wanna cry as hard. We are two very ugly criers. I am truly sorry if i have ever wronged you, went away to smoke while you’re busy doing stage work, raised my voice at you, and especially sorry that I made you plan all the PT sessions by yourself. I’m sorry if i ever made your life more stressful. Thank you for showering the crew babies with so much love and attention on my behalf. I think your leadership was more than sufficient and that without you, this show couldn’t have been what it was. Love you Erphie baby To Fitri: FITTTTT. I think you were the one who pulled me into auditioning for the first production in 2016. I rmb just randomly coming to the audition and you were being over-appreciative, thanking me for coming haha. You’ve been there for me right from the start. Always supporting me in everything I do, no matter how shitty my acting was, and no matter how bad I was at script writing. You really are the mother of Introspeksi. But you are also like my sister, my teacher, my maid, my best friend, and my girlfriend (rarely). Truly the MVP of Introspeksi, you always selflessly help the PDs and casts every single year, shower us with love and push us to grow. I love that you always tell us to renew our niat whenever we come for training in order to help us get through the exhaustion, the scoldings, and everything negative. I feel sad whenever you get scolded by Abang Mok because I know you’re just trying your hardest to prolong the legacy of this special project. Even though you’re not the pioneer PD of Intro, I feel that you’re the one that started this big family because thanks to you we’re all involved in this crazy business. There’s really nothing I can do to repay you so I’ll just say thank you, for making my life in uni much much better. Continue being the strong, independent and ambitious woman that you are and I’m very sure you’ll be very successful one day. Love you Fit you’re my idol <3

To Zahir: My man. Another person that I’ve been through so much with. I miss our days with izzah and the bebs, sitting at the skatepark and under void decks till 3am, literally laughing till we cry. Those days I will never forget. Acting alongside you in Cinta Mawar, playing two really redundant roles, was also a fun experience although you were upset that your scenes were cancelled on show day hahaha. I knew you always wanted to act some more ever since that show. And then there’s Kalbu, writing the script with you was one hell of an experience, kita kene kecam every training by everyone, script lambat script lambat, script lambat macam cb. (f u shakir) No one knew how hard it was to write such a serious script under close scrutiny of two PDs, numerous advisors, and ofc Abang Mok. And yet I think we managed to have some, if not most, of our ideas remain in the final cut of the script and I’m still very proud of that. I’m sorry for all the times I scolded you, saying you weren’t putting in enough effort, etc. This year you finally got casted as a main and bro I’m so fucking proud of you. Wasn’t confident with your acting at first but during the show, as i watch you and Hidhir from the side curtain, i thought to myself, damn these guys r really trying so hard and it’s really paying off. Your role was really made for you and I’m so happy that your goofing off on stage actually made the show 10x more entertaining. Dalam diam, you’ve contributed so much to the club, and introspeksi, and you did it all while always making everyone laugh. You’re really a one-of-a-kind friend and we all love you. Didn’t really get to show my appreciation to you after Kalbu (idk why we all never post anything) but bro thank you for everything, thanks for the hard work, thanks for all the laughs, for the lepak/jam sessions, the (two) fitspo sessions, for the subtle looks/touches whenever a cute girl is nearby. No matter how rarely we meet I’ll always treasure this friendship man I love you (I ain’t never gonna stop loving you....biiitch) To Jannah: I know I didn’t spend as much time with you this year as I did in the last, but you know I love you janz. Everyone keeps pulling out the “mana nak lepak dgn kita lagi” shit on me, but you were always impartial and the most cool about it. I hope you know that I cherish our time together from Cinta Mawar and Kalbu, no matter how much we drift apart. Anyways congratulations for another brilliant year in acting. From the start, I knew you were our only hope for the cast. You have always been disciplined, practicing at home, staying in character, doing research, coming on time every training, etc. Your dedication to Intro always impresses me. You, Durr, Win, Zahir and me went through so much crazy shit man in Kalbu. I will never forget. All the passive aggressive texts, trying to get me and Zahir to buck tf up, us not meeting all the script deadlines, sharing personal stories with each other, writing the script at Woodlands AND the masjid till 5am, and all the laughter. So much laughter was shared. It feels like there was no proper closure for Kalbu, cos the four of us never really showed our appreciation to each other/say our farewell properly. No idea why. But well here it is now. Thank you Jannah for everything. You were the first person to make me cry backstage before the final Sandi show. Kau just masalah, aku tengok muka kau je nak nangis. AND even when the final show started, when I saw you singing so enthusiastically (and badlly) at the handheld mic on stage left, swaying left to right even when no one was watching, man that made me tear up too. Never stop being you, the kind-hearted, sisterly figure that everyone feels comfortable being with. Lepak soon, love you baby girl <3 To Durr-baby/daddy: What a guy you are. Even though you’re younger, I’ve always looked up to you from the start. Wise beyond your years, you’ve always been that calming voice for when I’m stressed out with Intro. You always help us out so selflessly, sometimes it makes me feel uncomfortable/guilty thinking about it. But its ok because you always show how sincere you are when lending a hand. This year, you’re just an advisor, who doesn’t need to come that often. But yet you attend every training, stood alongside Irfan and I, almost playing the role as the third SM. I appreciate every time you take charge and give out instructions to the crew when you notice that I’m stressed out/can’t lead very well. And you do all this without overstepping any boundaries, always respectful to the two of us. And to think you were and APD and VP of the club last year. If all future exco members follow in your footsteps, i’m sure MCMS will breed an amazing group of individuals. Tapi kau pun satu masalah. I clearly said don’t go behind and see Jannah, you will cry. Kau pergi jugak. Kau just nak semua orang nangis dengan kau hahahahahahahaha its ok bro i understand crying hURTS SO GOOD. Thank you Durr for the countless nights of sending everyone home even when you’re exhausted. Thank you for always keeping me and Irfan grounded in chaotic times. Thank you for the kekek times at stage left, staring at the transitions with me and shakir like its visual ganja, muttering those two comforting words into my ear, “double pivot”, and for always reminding me and everyone that letting out our feelings is fucking important to survive. Love you durrbaby stay sweg A special shoutout to the new friends I made this year, Hidhir and Junie. Ya’ll are just gerek. Thank you for joining our intro family even when you really didn’t need to, and for giving your all for every scene. Firstly I have to say y’all (+ Zahir and Hazeeq) made our saturday mornings a living hell. Wake up late, sick, heavy traffic, phone died, and all the cock reasons ya’ll gave. It got to the point that Junie gave me her house number to call her mum to wake her??? Just hal. Sampai show day dia lambat, faham eh. But anyways. I’m so glad you two decided to join this year. Thank you for being so easy to talk to, as a sister and brother, thanks to Hidhir for welcoming us into his home that one fateful night, for always spreading love and hugs and being emotional as fuck during debriefs. Thank you Junie for being so open with us, always sharing your stories, even tho we never ask. Thanks for pushing yourself even with all the heavy criticism from the directors. If you need your mic box to be checked again, just hmu. To Hazeeq, you alr helped us last year in Kalbu, but this year returned again as another main cast. The best part about Hazeeq is that he is friends with e v e r y o n e and always goes around the room to have conversations with every single person. Proper friendly guy, I’m gonna miss your hugs and kisses every night and your “Sorry I’m sorry....she correct.....I wrong.” Stay gold my brotha, a guy like you is not easy to find so pls make sure you never change.

Last but definitely not the least, my CREW BABIES. Y’all are surely an odd bunch, all randomly coming to help our production. But ya’ll are the best crew I’ve ever seen in my 4 years here!!! Never complaining, even when you come to training and do absolutely nothing. Always understanding towards me and Irfan, listening to what we say, and helping out when we don’t know what to say. Working so hard on the sets and props, ya’ll are always on autopilot and didn’t need us to guide you all the time. Thank you Alfiera (you basic bimbo bish), Aliah, D.Hadi, Hadi Shy, Haziq (ma man), Sheeda, Syazwani (non-tudung), Syaza Aliah (my twine girl u saved my life every show ily) and Zana (my only stage left buddy). I love you all I swear. Special shoutout to DIBO DEE, Dibo baby thank you so much for all your help. You’re so crafty and creative and calm and cool when you do work. I love how your voice changes when its time for serious work and how you go around spreading love and giving sweets to everyone. Can never forget the moaning sounds that erupted from your phone during our dry run hahaha U STAY COOL DIBO ILY. And!!! Special special shoutout to my 3 fav crew girls: Rania, Wani and Sofiyah!!! Idk if ya’ll are my adiks or girlfriends but rest assured I love being around you guys and i’m glad we got close thru this show. You’re all too damn young but trust me if i could I’d marry all of you HAHA. To Rania, thanks for being a walking meme factory, I still can’t believe i’m friends with a 19 year old ffs. But hey you have great taste in music just like me. We can have a date lying down on the beach while listening to the XX and Arcade Fire one day ok. Thanks for shaving your legs for me, calling me every day to pray subuh (I don’t deserve you) and for being so candid about yourself to me. I’ll text you if i’m 30 and single ok pls be my backup plan. God bless you baby girl i love you. To Wani, sorry for saying that you’re too emotional when ya’ll were upset after getting shit for wardrobe things. But you’re so cute when you’re mad?? Hahaha and sorry for saying that you’re conservative (tho there’s nothing wrong with that) just because you’re a madrasah girl. Actually you’re pretty open about everything. Thanks for being a kind hearted person, always looking out for me, and putting up with the nonsense that me and Shakir talk about. Love you Wani if you miss me just hmu and I’ll be there. To Sofiyah, uuuu fuckin’ weirdo. I love how casual you are about everything and how I don’t have to think of what I say around you. Also, I admire how you always kept your shit together even when people were shitting on you about wardrobe things. Thank you for picking up the role despite having no experience in past Introspeksis. You did great man. Continue to participate in the coming years and I hope you get a guy as meaty as Hidhir or has a nice body like mine (#2 best body). Please curb your thirst for skinship and kembali ke jalan yang benar. Hahahahahaha love u Soffy baby see u soon xx And to everyone else, those unmentioned, please know that I love you guys too. Nana, Shaik, Yus and Aishah y’all are my seniors who i look up to whenever we’re doing a show and your knowledge and advice are always valuable to us. I always see you guys as who we’re supposed to grow into in the field of arts, even tho korang berbual merepek 75% of the time. Nana your play-flirting makes me turn off my comms headset but you’re an amazing amazing actor, SM, PD, and now lights technician. My respect for you has always been 10/10. This year you never shout at me, very good. Aishah, your acting has always been crazy good and this year you reminded us again. Thanks for being the big sister figure to all of us babies, while at the same time spewing inappropriate sexual nonsense 24/7. You da besttt. Shaik and Yus, thanks for being the big bros that i never had, always so cool and quiet but so talented with the music. And of course the musicians, who practice so hard every day, hitting the rebana till your hands bruise, coming early everyday to go through every riff/melody/tune and taking all the new ideas from Abang Mok and giving it life. Y’all are so amazing and you continue to be the best part of our shows every time. The dancers, I watched you guys train from the start!!!! Honestly it was very scrappy at first, and you guys went through so much drama and changes and getting shouted at, and of course injuries. All the bandages and patches and ankle guards were worth it cos you guys were amazing on show night, I know because I watched from the side curtain every time. Love the fight song number so much <3 For the rest of the cast, those with supporting roles, ya’ll were equally amazing and some of you even with one scene got an ovation from the crowd. Thank you for the hard work day in day out despite not landing a major role; your patience and understanding made the show what it was; a gathering of unique characters from different walks of life all for a single purpose.

Finally, I’m really sorry if i have wronged anyone in any way, which i prolly have. I love all my friends and never have any intention to hurt them. This shit that we did together was SO special and people will never understand the bond that’s been forged here so I hope these friendships lasts for as long as they possibly can. What Yus said was spot on: there is no “final year” or “last show” because Introspeksi is a family and you can never run away from that :’) Ok PEACE OUT ILY’ALL

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Prompt for you, I hope you find it interesting (if not, please feel free to decline): Peter sees a corpse up close for the first time in a battle and gets kind of shocked and throws up, Tony tries to make him feel better. Thank you!

This is fairly similar to one I’ve already done, but also slightly different, so again I’m unable to tell if you requested this because you read and liked the other one, or if you haven’t seen the other one yet. This particular topic isn’t my cup of tea right now, so I’m going to paste the other fic below (obvious warning for death talk).

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The kid’s as good as frozen as the team files back onto the jet. They’re all relieved to be leaving the scene. They won, but it’s the kind of victory that leaves enough carnage behind to still feel like a loss. The fact that the city hall building still stands at the end of the block in nowhereville, Pennsylvania doesn’t mean a lot when you’ve watched a woman bleed out on the sidewalk beside you. Especially when your webs caught all the bullets in the round except that one.

Steve watches as Peter walks up to a window seat and stops. His glazed eyes fix on the little care package the flight crew left on the chair. The kid sorely needs a bottle of water and a protein bar, but he seems incapable of even moving the insulated bag so he can sit down.

Tony comes up behind the kid and puts a hand on his shoulder. It’s meant to be a comforting gesture, but Peter sags under its weight. His shoulders hunch forward, and his knees start to buckle. The stumble seems to bring him to his senses. Peter sits, and Tony continues to stand over him for a moment, his mouth slightly open.

Steve’s been on the receiving end of exchanges like that before. His own father lovingly roughing him up a little, either too optimistic or too oblivious about his son’s state of health. He fully understands why Tony lets out a quiet sigh and turns to take his own seat across the aisle. Steve feels a little bad for his own father too.

The jet prepares for takeoff, and the automated voice over the intercom tells the team to fasten their seatbelts. Peter stays stiff. He doesn’t even move his head to subconsciously look for the disembodied speaker. Even the team members who have grown up with technology still have the instinct.

Steve gets to his feet. He changes rows in two steps and slides into the seat beside Peter. “Hey,” Steve whispers. He secures his seatbelt, then reaches to help the kid. “Just gonna buckle you in, ok?”

Peter blinks. Exhales. Steve takes it as a positive that the kid doesn’t protest. But then he swipes his fist under his eye and mutters, “What’s the point?”

Peter’s voice is so quiet that his tone’s hard to pin down. There isn’t outright anger. Maybe a hint of petulance, but no fire. Sadness, but no tears. The kid sounds hopeless.

No matter what Steve says, it’s not going to be what Peter wants to hear. Steve’s supposed to be good at reaching people. His stint as the star-spangled man with a plan gave Steve a memory bank full of one-liners meant to incite pep and enthusiasm. America’s public schools seem to think people will still listen to him, that they’ll come out on the other end of a 15-minute video with renewed motivation to be good citizens. But high schoolers are tough customers, and the videos are bullshit. Even Steve knows that.

Peter moves his jaw around. He presses his lips together. The kid’s whole face is trembling a little. He gives Steve a microscopic glance, then drops his eyes back to his lap.

Too much time has passed. Steve’s blown his chance to give a meaningful response. Anything he does now is going to seem calculated and desperate. Which it will be anyway, but he’d held onto a shred of hope that Peter wouldn’t notice.

But who’s he kidding? Peter’s fifteen. Adult enough to want to stay out till midnight, but too nervous to open the door to pay the pizza man. His world revolves around video games and science tests. He trusts his teachers and his mentors. He doesn’t want them to lie to him, and he can tell when they do.

Peter’s a normal kid. Avengers be damned. He should be worrying about homework and movie dates. International politics should be something he sees on TV, not unfolding in violence right before his eyes. If he even chooses to care about the news.

Peter is the type to care, though. It takes him a tick above his classmates. He’s quiet kid at the back of the gym who only pretends to roll his eyes when the instructional video ends. He doesn’t need Captain America to talk to him about integrity; he already has it. At this moment, he has more than Steve does.

Steve sighs. It’s the same sound Tony made. He’s in the same place now, caught between a lie and a let-down. “There isn’t one,” Steve finally says. “Seatbelts are just some kind of required standard.” SHIELD’s aircraft are too smooth to need the restraints. They even have stabilizers specifically for aerial combat.

It’s yet another thing that separates them from mere mortals, the people who ride on clunky commercial planes, who don’t have body armor to protect them from random acts of violence. Steve regrets steering the conversation that way, but instead of feeling guilt, he’s washed in relief when the tear rolls down Peter’s cheek.

“I just…” the kid breathes. “I never…” He shakes his head, the motion slight at first, then rapid, as if he’s jostling his thoughts into focus. Or maybe out of focus. “I fucked up.”

Steve doesn’t hear the curse, or even the sentence. He zeros in on the hitch in Peter’s voice and the sobs visibly swelling in his chest. The dam is breaking, and Steve has to let it. The best he can do is hold on and weather the flood.

“No,” Steve says, as gently and firmly as he can. “You didn’t.” He lays his palm flat over Peter’s forearm. Flecks of dried blood crust the fabric of his suit. Most people probably couldn’t distinguish them from the crimson material, but Steve can. He knows Peter can too. “You didn’t.”

“But I…” Peter gasps. “There was one. I missed one.”

There’s no way to mitigate it. Missing one quiz question is still a good grade. On the boardroom side of war, passes and failures are measured in much the same way: kill statistics organized as rights versus wrongs, friends versus foes. But it doesn’t look that way to the soldiers on the ground. Steve was too wrapped up in determination to find Bucky to remember the first time he’d fought with intent to kill, but he’s heard a lot of stories. All of them have the same core. ��Reality sets in with a rush of unfeelable feelings that turn primal and make people fight and flee and throw up.

“One. I missed one,” Peter repeats on the gust of an exhale. His breath’s coming unevenly. Steve doesn’t want to tell the kid to calm down, but he’s going to hyperventilate.

“Peter, listen to me,” he starts.

“One. I…one.” Peter’s throat works. His chin drops to his chest; his muscles go taught.

“Pete?”

The first gag almost passes for a sob, but the second is unmistakably a sound of illness. Peter vomits hard, bringing up acid and thick, putrid fluid, evidence of the toll adrenaline’s already taken on his digestive system.

There aren’t any air sickness bags. There’s rarely a need for them, and no industry standard forces their presence. Peter retches into his lap before he leans forward and continues to heave over the floor.

“Ok, it’s ok,” Steve intones. He wraps one arm around Peter’s chest to keep his clammy forehead from bouncing off the seat in front of him. He doesn’t care about the warmth of bile seeping through his sleeve. It’s messy, but it feels like progress.

“You’re gonna be fine. It’s gonna pass.” Steve gives the kid a pat on the back. Peter hiccups. He dry heaves one final time, then makes a pathetic sputtering sound. He sits up weakly and wipes his mouth.

“I’m…” Peter chokes. Spit and tears shine on his chin. “I’m s—”

“Shh. It’s ok.” Steve doesn’t want to hear him say it. He doesn’t want the kid to be sorry. He doesn’t want him to have to worry about anything ever again, but that’s not feasible. The least he can do is keep him from feeling bad about the mess.

Something flutters in Steve’s peripheral vision. A paper towel. Steve grabs it without looking at who’s offering. He gives Peter’s face a good wipe before letting him shakily latch onto it along with a shred of dignity.

“I have Zofran,” Tony’s voice says. Steve looks over his shoulder at him, still decked out in is Iron Man suit and rummaging in the first-aid kit. “Tranqs, too, but I don’t know if, you know, a nap would help…” Worry edges out the sheepishness on his face, but Steve feels bad for him again. He’s just doing his best, addressing the problems he can see with the tools in his reach.

It’s unusual for Tony to defer to Steve. Even more so for Steve to defer to someone else. But he can’t make this call. “What do you think?” he asks Peter. “You want to take something for your stomach? Or something to help you relax?”

Peter slowly shakes his head. “I… I think I’ll just ride it out,” he whispers.

“Ok.” Steve nods. He glances at Tony. “We can do that.”

Tony looks at Steve. Then back to Peter. He closes the first-aid kit. “Yeah,” he says. “We can do that.”

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