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theweirderstuffblogdontlook · 7 months

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Got two fanfics below the readmore, and a closing comic strip at the end of the fanfic showing what happens afterwards. So make sure to at least scroll to the bottom!

Sitting at the bar, a gay bar mostly frequented by lesbians which they had visited without incident a few times prior, Caprica alternated between sipping a drink, looking at her phone, and keeping an eye on Bob. Bob being currently disguised as Barbra, her "girlfriend" and former truck driver from out of town who’s been recovering from a car accident at her house.

It seemed everything was going pretty well. Bob's done a good job not being too suspicious and not breaking character, so she's been exploiting the bar over the past couple of days to keep Bob busy, and give herself a break from having the undivided attention of her obsessive stalker.

Though the unfortunate (in her opinion) trade off of being in a public location, is that sometimes people other than Bob will also take the initiative to bother her.

Case in point, as a lady sat in a barstool beside her, gesturing to get her attention and get Caprica to lean in a bit closer.

Saying in a bit of a hushed tone

"Hey, sorry to bother ya honey, but I figured I'd ask you instead. But Barbara's a Trans woman right?"

Oh… guess they clocked Bob. Still, that's a lot better than assuming he's a notorious criminal hiding out in disguise.

She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly.

"Uhhhhh…. Yeah. She… uhhh, she'd rather not talk about it."

"Yeah I understand. Just figured I'd ask since we've got a support group coming up, in case she wants to participate. You can let her know just in case I don't get the chance to talk with her privately for a minute."

"No, it's probably best if I let her know myself, so she won't… uhhh… I'll let her know."

"Alright, just get back to me if Barb is interested or not. No pressure though if she isn comfortable bringing it up."

"Yeah, we'll let you know."

And she got up and left to go mingle, leaving Caprica alone with her thoughts.

Damn, she should probably get ahead of this before Bob does anything too suspicious.

Sometime later, she and Bob sat in the big truck that used to belong to her grandfather, getting ready to go home, though she got Bob to pause for a bit for a chat.

"So there might be something we should go over in regards to your Barbra disguise. So just in case someone asks, let's go over what transgender means, and a few other relevant terms you should know."

"Well alright. If ya think it'll help."

(One explanation later…..)

"Alright, now say it back to me. Someone asks if you're a Trans woman, what do you think that means?"

Bob, with a bit of excitement in his tone, replies

"It means I'm a lady who hasn't chopped off her dick yet!"

"...."

"You know what, we'll work on that."

And they head home.

Another day, another time, but the same place, Caprica and Bob (disguised as Barbra) are sitting together at a table at the lesbian bar, sharing a plate of nachos.

Though Caprica was more eating a small bowl of jalapeño rings that came with the nachos than the nachos themselves.

And Bob was more enjoying teasing and flirting with his grumpy unsociable girlfriend than snacking.

Until they are rudely interrupted.

Two men, acting tipsy either from alcohol or their own egotistical self satisfaction, sleased over, one of them leaning against the table beside Caprica while the other stood behind her.

"Hey cutie, how'd you like to get with a real man?"

"Yeah, we’d be happy to show what you’re missing, hanging out with a bunch of slutty rug munchers like these."

Without skipping a beat though, and more of reflex than anything, Caprica deadpanned,

"Dude, this is a gay bar…. For gays. Quit flirting with people like me and go suck each other's faces instead."

And reached to take a sip of her drink.

Before her eyes glance over, and notice Bob's hand balled into a tight fist, which shook slightly with rage.

Caprica choked on her drink

OH SHIT RIGHT BOB!!!!!

These guys just… Oh shit. Right in front of Bob.

Trying not to let the nerves show in her voice, she says

"Okay, you…. You guys need to leave…"

Obviously not successful in putting up a brave front.

And the guys just leaned in a bit closer. Pitching their voices a bit lower to make it harder for any lookie-loos to hear them over the background music.

"Awwww, but we just got here! And somebody's gotta set these dykes straight, might as well be a couple of good Samaritans like us."

"Yeah, we'd be happy to show you chick's what dick tastes like."

SHIT what can she do!! These guys are literally digging their own graves! Eyes widening further in fear she glances between the guys and the barely disguised ball of murderous rage that was Bob.

Probably the only things keeping these two guys alive right now, was one… Bob being a bit of a slow thinker, taking a minute to figure out how exactly he was gonna murder these two. And two, that she makes him leave his knives at home when they go out in disguise so he couldn’t impulse stab as easily.

She makes a snap decision.

Maybe if she can make a scene first, Bob won't get the opportunity to do something drastic and reveal his identity in public.

She turns to glare at the two men, raising her voice to draw more attention and maybe get someone else to intervene first before any blood gets spilled.

"I am literally here with my fucking girlfriend!"

She says gesturing at Bob.

"Now unless you two assholes want the only thing you're ever known for around town, is that you two are the kind of guys to hit on other people's girlfriends, you'd better walk out those doors and never let anyone here see your faces ever again!"

And good lord, the condescending smugness of these dudes was palpable.

"Hey now, no need to get all hysterical on us."

"Yeah, how are we supposed to know if it's your time of the month or not?"

And the two snicker dumbly, while Capricas eyes dart around.

Two of the women from the dance floor, who were regulars at the bar, seem to have gotten the hint that something was up and were heading this way.

Though the two guys then continued, clearly trying to cover their ass now that there was a risk of witnesses.

"Hey, if you… two aren't in an uhhhh… open relationship you coulda just let us know and not get all upset over nothing.

"Besides, with how gross, fat, and hairy your girlfriend is, maybe you don't need a guy after all!"

Their condescending laughter peters out with a squeak of Bob's chair as he stands. The two men's courage faltering for a moment as they see his stature dwarfing the both of theirs.

The two women who had been making their way over also pausing at the sight, the anger in Bob's posture being clear even from across the room.

Though he keeps his tone even, and thankfully doesn't drop the feminine affect in his voice (and thus his disguise). And with a slow, controlled movement, he takes off his sunglasses, folds them, and hangs them on the collar of his funny 'my other ride is your mom' novelty shirt.

He then leans over, resting one hand on the table, and staring down the men with his big crazy eyes and deranged grin.

"You boys know what happens when you try hitting on another man's girlfriend right in front of them?"

One of the men puts up his hands in a timid ‘alright, calm down’ sort of gesture. Trying to be sassy as he says, "Hey, no need to HURK!!"

Bob snatched the man by the throat, cutting him off and startling his friend, along with Caprica

"HEY HEY HEY!!!"

"BARB DON'T!!"

Caprica shot up from her seat, as Bob calmly made his way around the table, gaze hungrily fixed on the choking man clawing at Bob's hand, trying to break the grip around his neck.

Though he's knocked out of his focus as the assholes friend winds up a punch, and clocks Bob in the face with an accompanying shout of,

"LET GO OF HIM YOU BITCH!!!"

Bob staggers at the hit, then stills, and turns his attention to the other man. Who's angry expression falters with fear as Bob meets his gaze.

Caprica scrambles over, trying to get between Bob and the man, but he is able to move past her easily to punch the guy in the gut, and he crumples, wind knocked out of him.

As Caprica, in a hushed worried tone, pleaded,

"Barb, we're in public Barb, people are watching, Barb. You know the rules, don’t break character."

And Bob, appearing not to listen, grabbed the other man by the collar of his shirt as he wheezed and tried not to fall over. Bob not obliging this man's attempt to stay upright, kicking out one of his legs so he tumbled, and the only thing keeping his head from smacking on the ground, being the shirt collar Bob held. Letting the second man be pulled along like a struggling sack of flour, all while still pulling the first man along by the neck, and starting to walk. Caprica still panicking in a hushed tone as by now the attention of the whole bar was on them, and a number of bystanders got closer to get a better view of the action.

"Come on Barrrb, think about you're doing, if you hurt them we can't come back…."

Bob started dragging the two men towards the front door of the bar, wide manic grin still on his face with each heavy step, and Caprica following along beside him, frantically whispering.

"They'll come and find us at the house, they might figure things out before we even get a real chance to run. Don't do this."

Bob kicks the door open, dragging the two struggling men out with him, letting one of the guys get smacked on the doorframe on the way out, and letting the door swing shut behind him.

Leaving Caprica looking nervously across the audience of mostly lesbians, many of whom were now chatting amongst themselves conspiratorially.

Caprica being too stressed to get a read on how the audience might be feeling about the whole affair and if they’ve turned against her and Bob or not.

But she does take a moment to consider since there weren't any windows to look out of, either on the door or the adjacent wall, maybe if she just stood here she could keep people from going out and witnessing Bob ripping them apart and calling the cops and escalating the whole thing and everyone finding out about Bob and Bob grabbing her before she can run and him getting taken to prison while she’s still stuck inside him and…

There's entirely too many people looking at her, so she goes out the door in a hurry.

She finds Bob standing there calmly, hands in his pockets, looking out across the street. His eyes glance down at her when she asks

"Where are the!!!!"

But she's interrupted as Bob gestures slightly with his head in the direction he'd been looking before, and Caprica can see the two men shambling off, one supporting the other with their arm across his shoulders to keep them steady.

Caprica lets out a huge wheezy breath, bracing against Bob with one hand as she doubles over and says,

"Oh thank fuck."

And Bob looks at her with a sly cheeky grin.

She takes a few more deep breaths to try and steady herself, Bob saying a teasing

"Y'all right there sweetiepie?"

"I'm just…. Wheeze, shit Bob…. Just…"

"Spooked ya good didn't I?"

She glares at him.

"Don't you go acting like some bastion of self control now you fucking asshole. I know you were barely an inch from ruining everything."

"Yeah, but it's still fun to watch you get mad about it."

Caprica presses her face into her hands and lets out a long annoyed tone to try and get the stress out,

"HHHHHRRRRRrrrrgggggg…. Come on…. We still gotta go back in there and sort this out. You're stable enough right?"

Bob chuckles in response.

And Caprica stands up straight with a clap of her hands and says

"WHELP! Alright it's settled! Let's just leave and never come back, and never speak of this again!"

Bob leans in, wrapping an arm around Caprica's shoulders tenderly and nuzzling against the top of her head while saying apologetically.

"Awww darlin, come on, you'll be okay, they ain't gonna…"

Bob's interrupted as the door beside them opens, it's the bouncer, who was looking thoroughly apologetic, along with someone who normally is working the bar, but from the more authoritative tone, they were probably a more managerial type on top of pouring drinks.

"Are you two alright? From the sound of it, one of them tried to grab Caprica and the other ended up punching you when you tried to stop them."

It not being lost on Bob that the events were already getting spun to make him and Caprica look more innocent and non-confrontational than they had been. Clearly, the community was gonna be much more invested in looking after their own than being sympathetic to a couple of assholes. And Bob was happy to lean into that impulse of theirs. After all, he quite liked it here too, even if it meant agreeing to expand his ‘dont eat the neighbors, that’s too suspicious’ compromise with Caprica to include ‘don’t eat anyone who’s clearly a lesbian. It is not a large community and word travels fast and it’ll be too suspicious’. Taking on a warm tone and shifting back into his feminine Barbra affect, he stands back to his full height, though keeping an arm around Caprica, and responds,

"Yeah, we're alright. Don't-chu worry."

"How about the two men?"

"I gave 'em an earful and let 'em limp off with their tail between their legs. Hopefully we won't be dealin with those two again any time soon."

The manager seems relieved, taking up a bit more confident, even somewhat protective tone as she responds,

"Alright, if they show up again and start getting butthurt about things and trying to twist everything around, we've got a bar full of witnesses to let the authorities know how big of a creep those guys were. And of course, it should go without saying that those guys are banned for life."

The bouncer holds open the door for them, the manager trying to usher them both inside.

"Come on, I'll give you both a free drink, or maybe something to eat to help ya calm down, or heck, both if you want. And let's get you an ice pack for that bruise Barbra."

Though with Caprica being obviously the more nervous of the two, the bulk of the fretting quickly turned to her, giving Bob a moment to fidget with what he had in his pocket.

The source of why Bob was able to do an emotional 180 so quickly, and turn so calm and confident after the insults and the jealous, possessive rage.

Taking them out covertly for a moment to examine.

Two leather wallets. And flipping open the top one, a drivers license can be clearly seen in the transparent pouch, belonging to the man he had threatened to strangle to death.

A drivers license and thus, a name, and an address.

Bob's grin widened with sinister glee, before he stowed the mens wallets away, and followed the group inside.

Then, the following night...

#bob velseb #spooky month #fanfic #comic #art #spooky month bob #inner demon #au

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busterkeel · 1 year

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/44390266

After reading this thoughts of a part two had my mind running from this prompt

Just a heads up this is going to be all over the place, but won't be too difficult to follow just bear with me, I don't usually write down my maladaptive daydream plots ideas

Either Jason ask

"... so what kind of powers am I going to have?"

Or one of the other bat-fam asks

" So, what kind of powers is he going to develop?"

[Got me thinking Danny would respond like]

"Oh that's easy I finally remembered them all, flight, invisibility, (Danny proceeds to list a crazy long list of powers)"

"....Well there's flight, invisibility, ecto energy like ghost ray and force fields(he could even shoot a small one out for example), intangibility, telekinesis, uh.....increased strength and senses like hearing, smell, sight, then there’s ghost sense, overshadowing, hmm.... oh right duplication, I always forget about that one, there's creating portals but Dani and I had a hard time learning that might take you a while, uh.... did I mention ghost wail yet?.....what? (mouth gaping shock)

[Probably depends if Dani is his sister or daughter]

[And depends if she got her own core type or same ice core]

[the response depends on which bat-fam member responds]

"(shocked and asks what's overshadowing but then stops themselves) we'll go back to that one, who's Danny?

"Dani with an 'i', your sister, oh teleportation forgot that one too

"Tele-I have a sister?!?"

"Yeah older sister and aunts(I'm counting Val as an aunt) and [depends on the ship ex: everlasting trio, just Sam or just Val, I’m leaning towards everlasting trio], I have to introduce you to the rest of the family, actually I have to tell the rest of the family first....”

“You didn't tell them about me”

“No, didn't have time to, I came straight here when I sensed you"

[random bat-fam] "Wait, you said Older sister?! When did you have her?!?"

"Huh? Oh no no no she's a clone”

"Who's Danny?..."

"Oh my sister, one of your aunts”

“You guys are both named Danny/Dani? Doesn't that get confusing”

“Its Dani with an “i” or Elle, short for Danielle and she’s my clone so we make a joke out of it”

"You've been cloned?!?

"Yeah, by my ex evil Godfather... well that's another story, actually he might be able to help you with your duplication better than me when we get there

Oh and Dani has a different core so she doesn't have my full kit, you might develop a different core too, but the base powers won't be different"

[This could either be bad parents or good parents]

But if its good I imagine Maddie and Jack spoiling him with weapons aka ecoto guns

...... writing this I just remembered how Jason even came to be because they kicked Danny out......

Well damn, well Danny could make him guns

Honestly I just see the family trying to spoil him rotten

I would like for him to stick with calling Bruce Dad though he can call Danny GD like in “ The curious case of D. Grayson” for Ghost Dad

And if it's Pharoah tuck and undergrowth Sam

Val could be a ghost zone hunter or a ghost zone bounty hunter/infinite realm bounty hunter

They could be uncle tuck/uncle pharaoh tuck.... aunt Sam and aunt Val/aunt V

don't know what he would call them if its everlasting trio

[Since Danny was 14 when Dani was made, 18 when Jason was born, he how old would he now if Jason became red hood when he was 18-19]

I'll make him 19y for a red hood vigilante foundation, kinda want to make him older but I'll just figure out the math and add on in my mind if I want him older in my daydreams

So Danny would be 37 along with Sam/Tuck/Val

Jazz is 2y+ than Danny so she'll be 39

Danny stop aging at 25

Id say both Sam and Tucker stopped aging like 2-3 years after 25 when they fully took in their liminality powers? Now they're just waiting to die or something, got no clue i just need them to either die and revert or stop aging

What if Danny faked his death and is just waiting for them to die

Or he's just shapeshifting to appear like he's growing older but still waiting for them so he can dip from the mortal realm

I disagree with my previous thoughts now, I still want him and everyone else to have a human identity as long as possible, he could have a bunch of degrees with a job at Nasa or something

Wait…. How old would Bruce be?

So Bruce was 34y when he met Jason at 12y

22y years older than him would make him 41y, not that much older than Jazz and Danny at all especially Jazz, maybe they could be friends [Just friends.] she can help with his family connection problems or something

I high key want Jason to be small boy robin in his ghost form, but i want Danny and Dani to look older, so that would put on the possibility of him being able to change his form to look older

No wait I like it, they all still look the same age they died/were created

No wait….then he’ll appear older than both of them..., I'm just not going to think about this right now

Well at least they're tall as freaks in their human forms, which explains why Jason is the tallest bat sibling, but still shorter than all three Jazz, Danny and Dani

OP daddy Danny

... I got carried away again

#Danny Phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #dc x dp #jason todd #batfam #jason todd is actually jason fenton #jason is a fenton #danny fenton you are the father!#sheila haywood is a liar #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc writing prompt

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linagram · 4 months

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[ 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 #𝟶𝟸 ]

oh, look, the second file is here! don't you want to open it? i wonder how the prisoners have been doing lately..

Female Prisoner A: .. Is everybody here?

Male Prisoner A: Yep, I don't think we've forgotten anyone.

Male Prisoner A: Right?

Female Prisoner B: .. I didn't have much of a choice.

Male Prisoner B: I wanted to know more about [REDACTED]'s plan. So of course I came.

Male Prisoner C: .. I need to get out of here.

Male Prisoner C: It's either dying or getting out of here. The first option didn't work, so..

Male Prisoner C: .. I'm going with the second one.

Male Prisoner B: ...

Male Prisoner D: I just came because [REDACTED] is also here.

Male Prisoner D: I don't really care about getting out of here, rebelling and all that shit.

Male Prisoner B: Your parents are probably worried about you though.

Male Prisoner D: ...

Female Prisoner B: Wow, [REDACTED], thank you very much for reminding us that you're the only one here who has a normal relationship with his family.

Male Prisoner B: I-it's not my fault your families suck!

Female Prisoner A: Calm down.

Female Prisoner A: We have to stay quiet. They're too busy figuring out what's wrong with [REDACTED] and [REDACTED], but they can still show up at any moment.

Male Prisoner D: !

Male Prisoner A: Hey, hey, it's okay. She's not here. She's not gonna hurt you.

Male Prisoner D: .. I-it's not like I'm scared or anything..

Female Prisoner A: So, everyone still has those.. uh..

Female Prisoner A: Christmas presents, right?

Female Prisoner B: Is that why you called all of us here?!

Female Prisoner A: It's important.

(sounds of prisoners putting their presents on the table)

Female Prisoner A: Great. Okay, we will need these, so please, make sure you don't lose them.

Female Prisoner B: Sure, whatever, but what am I supposed to do with mine-

Female Prisoner A: We'll talk about it later.

Female Prisoner A: Um.. [REDACTED]. You're the only exception here, so..

Female Prisoner A: It's okay. I know something that only you will be able to do.

Female Prisoner A: Anyway, let's talk about [REDACTED]'s present first.

Female Prisoner A: [REDACTED], you're not really that suspicious and you don't have a particularly bad reputation in this place. Actually, you've been getting better lately.

Female Prisoner A: I think you're the one who suits the best for this role-

Male Prisoner D: He's just so mid that nobody ever pays attention to him, so yeah, he's perfect for this job.

Male Prisoner B: Oh yeah? Go on, try to be our spy, if you can. Surely they won't think something weird is going on when they see a [REDACTED] running around and [REDACTED] when all he usually does is [REDACTED] and [REDACTED].

Male Prisoner B: And your precious [REDACTED] is going to be so worried..

Male Prisoner D: SHUT UP!

Male Prisoner A: Shh, remember that we're supposed to be quiet~

Female Prisoner A: So.. I think you understand what I want you to do.

Male Prisoner B: I'll do my best. If I see or hear anything, I will write it down.

Female Prisoner A: Thank you. Now, [REDACTED]..

Female Prisoner A: Your present will be very useful to us. You're good at distracting people and getting their attention, right?

Male Prisoner A: I sure am~

Female Prisoner A: I'm trying to think of the best time to use this..

Female Prisoner A: Ah, I know. Do you think you can [REDACTED] when [REDACTED]'s interrogation will start?

Male Prisoner A: Hm.. But what about my cell? The doors will probably be locked.

Female Prisoner A: You can ask [REDACTED] to keep your door open in case you need to get medicine or anything like that.

Female Prisoner A: You're still recovering, right?

Male Prisoner A: Well, she will just offer to bring it herself then.

Female Prisoner A: I don't think so. [REDACTED] has.. changed.

Female Prisoner A: And she has been very busy lately, so..

Male Prisoner A: Hm, I see.. I'll do my best then~

Female Prisoner A: [REDACTED], it's still hidden inside your present, right?

Male Prisoner D: Yeah, let me just..

Male Prisoner D: Here.

Male Prisoner A: Thanks. Hey, this little guy is very useful. I think we should save him for later in case we'll need to hide something again.

Male Prisoner D: Only if you pay me first!

Male Prisoner A: Haha, sure, sure.

Female Prisoner A: Now, your present, [REDACTED]..

Female Prisoner A: It's fake, right?

Female Prisoner B: Definitely. I know [REDACTED]'s handwriting. It can't be a letter from her.

Female Prisoner B: Why the hell would they even give me a fake letter as a present? Are they mocking me-

Female Prisoner A: Maybe, but also..

Female Prisoner A: .. No. No, I'll stay quiet about this one for now.

Female Prisoner A: Anyway, can you ask [REDACTED] about it? I wonder if they are responsible for this or..

Female Prisoner A: .. Someone else is.

Female Prisoner B: I swear, if [REDACTED] wrote this, I am going to-

Male Prisoner A: Now, now, [REDACTED], this is the third trial and you've been getting nothing but [REDACTED], are you sure you want to ruin your reputation even more?

Female Prisoner B: .. Who cares, I am going to get out of here anyway.

Female Prisoner A: And now.. [REDACTED].

Female Prisoner A: Your present is not here, because..

Male Prisoner B: [REDACTED]..

Female Prisoner A: I know. Sorry.

Female Prisoner A: Still.. Do you think you can [REDACTED]? You seem to be close with her.

Female Prisoner A: Or, how should I put it..

Female Prisoner B: You're her type.

Male Prisoner C: .. Ahaha..

Male Prisoner C: .. Sure, I guess..

Male Prisoner C: .. It's not like I can do anything else in my current condition.

Female Prisoner A: And finally, my own present.

Female Prisoner A: I will use it to record everything I find suspicious, however, if you want, you can use it as well. Just tell me beforehand. No stealing, okay?

Female Prisoner B: Hey, can I use it for my interrogation?

Female Prisoner B: .. I want to check something.

Female Prisoner A: Sure. I'll give it to you when they start interrogating everyone.

Female Prisoner B: Thanks.

Female Prisoner A: .. I think that's all. Thank you for coming, everyone.

(sounds of footsteps becoming more and more quiet)

Male Prisoner A: Hey. Good job.

Female Prisoner A: It's nothing. I'm just glad I've found people who hate this place as much as I do.

Male Prisoner A: They hate it for a different reason though.

Female Prisoner A: And I don't care about their reasons. The only thing I care about is them wanting to change things. I just want them to fight. I want them to be ready to stand up for themselves.

Female Prisoner A: I wanted [REDACTED] to join us, but.. She's been acting really weird lately.

Male Prisoner A: Hey.. You're a really good leader actually.

Male Prisoner A: Though I shouldn't be surprised, haha-

Male Prisoner A: !

Female Prisoner A: Be careful with your words, Kei.

Female Prisoner A: You're still recovering, right?

#i think it should be easy to guess who is who if you remember everyone's presents #and like. even one of the characters' names gets revealed in the end so #all of this is mostly meant to keep the ~mysterious~ atmosphere and also keep some things secret before t3 #btw if you're confused about the timeline all files take place after the guilty prisoners got punished and then got their memories back #.. should i tag the prisoners...#no. no i don't think i will #🎤 voice dramas! 🎤#milgram #milgram oc #milgram project #ocgram #(btw apologies if something doesn't make sense here or sounds weird or you see typos/mistakes/etc)#(i wasn't feeling well when i wrote this jsdkslsl)

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tobiasdrake · 4 months

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One last task to take care of before we infiltrate Fort Fleshy.

I was twiddling them earlier when I was flying around the map just to see what I could find. This place is definitely an intricate combination lock.

Could be the key to releasing Duke Aventry. Might just be Roro's porn stash. Either way, we won't know until we've cracked it. Personally, I think we should forego the lock and just bring Yolande in to blow this support column to hell.

Sure, we can also do that. Yoyo knows everything and is loyal to no one, so there's no reason she wouldn't assist us but no guarantee that she would either. Worth a shot.

Your swamp is a maze and I hate it. Give me useful information or I'll make your other eye look like the one I'm wearing on this necklace.

...

I mean. Good afternoon, Yoyo. What a pleasant day we're having. Could you possibly help me break into your sister's porn stash?

Yep. Got it. Just like the Watchmaker. Not motivated enough to directly assist us but also not motivated enough to put up with the violence that's going to ensue if you don't. One whole "Not My Fucking Problem", served and delivered.

I've seen these runes before. I remember wondering what they were about. But the Roro Heist was so long ago, I'd forgotten.

Thanks, Yoyo. This was a fairly neutral level of non-assistance. Your cauldron didn't even tell me anything new; Just reminded me of answers I've already witnessed.

Here we go. The most closely-held secrets of the embodiment of evil incarnate....

...are a backdoor into this vault we've already been in. Okay but why tho.

What is even the point of this? The combination to the lock is written on the wall, and if you take that combination to an island off the coast and enter it into a secret crypt, it will open a passage to bring you right back here but now the treasure's unlocked.

This is the most roundabout key I've ever seen. Only a truly despicable mind would come up with something so needlesly convo-

...

Oh.

That's what the convoluted circuit loop lock is guarding? Roro makes this whole trip every single time she wants to write a new entry?

Well. We did not find her porn stash. Instead, we found her daily workout regimen. An awkward way to get your steps in but credit where it's due, it means she can't skip out on the routine.

Hold up, she repurposed your journal into her own? That is a whole new layer of domineering.

You need to get out of this relationship, my dude. Like. I think it's pretty clear at this point that she does not respect your personal space at all.

There is a vacancy. We butchered the creature that was occupying it, so if you want to go back, you can.

Oh cool, new Ferry ticket.

Honestly, not 100% sure why Aventry wanted us to come here. Unless this is the place he has fond memories of or something.

I dunno. We'll smash and grab first, then sift through the loot and figure out what we're supposed to do with it later.

Oh shit, it's Roro's private residence. That's what he gave us. I guess that other place was just her work office.

...do you think she'll be happy to see us? I guess there's really only one way to find out. *clears throat* HEY BESTIE--

How have you been? Raised any cool horrors lately? I saw your sister the other day, she seemed to be doing... adequately.

Anyway, we gotta talk about your boy. You're keeping the leash wound a little too tight and--

Okay, but was it really your journal? He had it first. How does that saying go? Two wrongs balance each other out and make everything ultimately fine.

But also that's lame and I prefer it when things are unbalanced in my favor, so now I need to rob you even more.

You heard her, team. We're looking for a locket. Fan out and--

Oh, yeah. We're old pals. It's just too bad she keeps her place in such a miserable state. Look at this place. Bones and flesh just lying strewn about.

I'd offer to help clean up but honestly, that sounds like too much work. Zale, you're pretty good with clutter, why don't you sweep the place.

There we go. Nice and spotless.

Ah, this brings back memories. There's something nostalgic about it. You never really forget your first armed robbery.

Pleasure doing business with you.

You know, we have to stop meeting like this. You going about your day. Me, beating the shit out of you and taking your things. It's getting stale. Why don't we do lunch sometime or something, just for a change of pace?

I think we hurt her feelings. Do... do you want to talk about it?

Uh, Roro says you're fired, by the way. Can't say I've ever been given a gift-with-purchase for a robbery before but she handed me the pink slip right along with the locket.

Yeah, I thought it was weird too.

Better luck in the next life, man. Hope the person waiting for you will treat you better.

#sea of stars #drake plays sea of stars

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bonesandthebees · 5 months

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I already said that every chapter has a line that does not leave my mind. For chapter 3 it’s : [“He’s been under quite a bit of stress the past few days.”]. Because I’d argue he’s always under stress, but right now it’s really extra stress and Niki knows him well enough to tell.

What gets me the most is that everyone just seems to move right past it. They barely acknowledge it, but I feel like it’s one of those “Tomys will remember that” moments. Like later on he’ll understand that why Wilbur is like that and then he’ll get that line.

Then there’s Wilbur trying to mend what he already messed up. I feel like he didn’t need to apologise. I don’t know if it had any effect at all because o don’t think Tommy minded (since he seems to find Wilbur being stuck up funny). (Never,ind he literally says so 5 lines later.)

Wilbur is actually in Tomys’ good books because he’ll never really scold him or tell him off (in the way his parents probably have) because he’s trying to gain something, so he has to hold back. I do love their banter.

Lastly there’s Q and Wilbur getting blinded again, this is the second time he has been blinded by something and then got surprised by Q. I wonder if he has been watching Wilbur and Niki talk (and then them talk to Tomys) from a distance (either outright spying or waiting to get Wilbur alone).

[With Quackity yanking him down by his shirt, Wilbur was forced to hunch over, stiffening when he realized just how close their faces were.

(In the back of his mind, he swore he could almost hear the sound of water lapping against the walls of the canals, and cool bricks pressed against his back.]

I am LOOKING. I had to check the damn tags. Something has happened here and I’m sure I’ll find out , but the Tntduo is tntduoing and they haven’t even had any wine.

[“Because if you wanted to get me into a dark corner alone, there are easier ways of-“/“Not this time,” Quackity cut him off,]

I AM LOOKING.

And now I am going to read this secretive conversation. (Also, I feel like not telling Phil beforehand will be a bad idea).

(4/4)

-🎄

niki can tell that wilbur is struggling with a lot already. and yeah, maybe tommy will remember it later or maybe he won't. we'll have to wait and see

oh yeah wilbur didn't need to apologize at all lol he just wasn't sure how to get back in tommy's good graces after that because he's still figuring out how tommy works. meanwhile, he's not even aware that he's actually still in tommy's good graces. that's how little he understands the kid.

...you know spruce this is making me realize I might actually need to update the tags to this fic for, uh, reasons. I guess I've kind of committed already. maybe I'll update the tags when I post the next chapter (which I only just started writing today and only got a few hundred words into oops)

(I'm sure you can guess what tag I might need to add after that bit) (I'm kind of hopping between a 'fuck it we ball' attitude towards this stuff and a 'oh god do I really wanna do that-' kind of fear)

#ask #spruce anon #rose ch 3

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dragoncookies · 8 months

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ENTP misconceptions

For awhile I honestly thought I was an ENTJ (at first even INTJ but I was goin through a ruff time when I discovered MBTI we'll just put it at that). I can get REALLY ambitious, and then ruthless/strategic with how I go about things in order to see it through. I even bullet journal, and make planners for months in advance just so I can keep track of all my ambitions. Some people would consider me Type A because of how eccentric I can be and how detailed I can get with how I spend my time.

What they don't know is that my poor use of Si causes me to do things like work on projects for four hours straight and watch the hours tick by until its 1 am and, oh no! I have somewhere to be the next morning. This happens multiple times.

I also am a professional at winging it. People would be shocked at how many of the things I do are last minute choices, or put together the night before/the moment of. I mean, I cannot count the number of times I've said (tw death) "guess I'll die" every day.

Cannot forget the fact that during quarantine I would RUTHLESSLY argue about my favorite book characters to strangers online. I wrote pages and absolute essays that would probably get high marks if I fixed them up a little. I was a menace out there.

It was only after actually researching about the cognitive functions did I realize that there was absolutely no way I could have Te. Like, at all. I learned that my constant fantasizing and well of ideas for everything in the world around me was, in fact, a high Ne user trait.

I don't get fomo from missing out at a social event, I get fomo from missing an opportunity to put my creative resources to work to entertain people.

I like to think that I stray more towards the "Jack Skellington' entp type. One might think he's an entj because of how he has this goal in mind and then goes through every little detail to see it through, but what about him getting tired of all the routines in the beginning of the movie and wanting something new (Ne)? And when he finds Christmas town, what does he do? He analyzes the heck out of it, trying to figure out how it works (clear Ti use). So, even though the stereotypes might lead one to believe Jack is an entj, in actuality, he types as an entp.

Heres some IRL examples of how I might not seem ENTP.

For preface, I am an identical twin. I type as an ENTP, meanwhile my twin types as an INFJ (it is a very interesting relationship). Our highschool offered speech and debate. Guess who started taking it first? Not me, the entp. I didn't really know much about it and thought it was just a nerd thing. Then my twin took it and had a ball (I was lowkey was super jealous). Even though my twin is the "humanitarian" feeling type, they made for a terrifying opponent and had no mercy. My twin is also often thought of as way crueler than I am most of the time, where I am described more like a sunflower and they more as a thorny rose. My twin can get so passionate they turn argumentative, and if something doesn't fit the little storyland they build their world around, they argue a lot. So, my parents always said that they should be a lawyer. My twin can get so inside their heard (high Ni) that they act narcissistic and uncaring.

It irks me how one can pay so little attention to the world around them, but you'd think I'd be the cruel narcissistic one, who people say should be a lawyer. Because I am an entp.

Personally? I like writing poetry and going to cafes. I like reading and if I see that either side of argument can be argued for within reason, I won't feel like arguing. So I don't argue as much. The whole reason I didnt take speech and debate at first was just because I thought I wouldn't enjoy arguing for things where both sides could be right (I now know I overlooked the beauty in the argument itself). The Ne/Ti/Fe/Si function stack applies to me completely, just not in the stereotypical way. Its pretty helpful. When I analyze things too much (Ti), I can recognize I am probably a little stressed. I also know that there are places in my life I should have SOME routine/structure just to be a more functional person.

So, when people say "MBTI isn't real/is pointless because people get different results all the time and how can 16 personality types fit everyone its so limiting"

Its not, really. You just have to let the idea cook inside your head and explore yourself and how you think for a little.

#entp #entj #entp personality #entj personality #infj #infj personality #entp thoughts #mbti #mbti personality types #16 personalities

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jinleebelee · 6 months

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Heya welcome to my lee vent random blog

Hiya I'm jinlee most be just call me Jin got short and well this blog is just as it sounds, a big old lee vent blog with a bunch of lee nonsense and the occasional meme or too.

I'm in the sfw tickle community so nsfws please be advised and I am 18 so I be changing the 7 to fucking 8 and I hate it and love it

I'm a switch but I'm mostly lee if ya couldn't tell already by the title above. Sooo yeah I'm just making this thing to share a little about myself cause I can and feel like it would be for the benefit of the benefit.

Starting off I do have aspergers and can tend to forget like a lot. And I mean like a lot lot lot lot lot. Soo just be well aware I tend to not understand somethings or certain things l, I also have social anxiety which means we'll to put in a easy to understand way I'm pretty much scared of people and tend to worry over the smallest things.

Also if anyone wants to ya know starting chatting me up or try to become friends snd shit I'm down I just might not reply right away or reply eight awaybthen not come back, I have some family stuff going on and have to be their for them just incase so yeah

Also please be aware if ya tease me out of the blue I do tend to get really flustered and might say the following lines of

WHAG WHAG WHAY WHERE DID YOY COME FROM, IM GONNA FLIPPEN KILL YOU AND GET YOU BACK blah blah I'm not tryin to mean or anything it's just I get so God damn flustered and caught up but if I say something that ya think wasn't called for just tell me and we can work something out alright

Anyways enough about all thay crap, to say the least I'm in a lot of fandoms and I'm not over estimating about it. I cooould share a long lists of fandoms that Most people will know or won't know but I won't so I'll just share some of the things I'm into and also some other stuff besides fandoms like hobbies and crap

Things I'm into

-anime

-managa

-cartoons

-horror shit

-drawing

-writing (especially my oc lore)

-my maximalist room with my big ass collection of shit)

-piano

-getting into fandoms

Soooo yeah yeah yeah

Also I use he him they them it its pronouns so please use these pronouns to address me

Bountries

Now I'm not much of boundary person I don't think but I just wanna list em

Please don't ask me for my face photo unless you are my friend or have just became friends I have a big fear of people outside the community finding this soo yeah

Some people have seen my maxamlist styled room and know that is covered to ceiling amd wall with posters. Not to mention my collection of figures and stuff but only friends can ask for room pics because of privacy and shit

Also also just don't be a pedo if ya know then ya know and if i feel uncomfortable enough I'll either tell ya or if worse comes to worse block your ass. So yeah

Oh and friends can have my social crap. Snap insta discord ecttttt

Also I'm not into like lickle tk thingies so yeahhhh sorry I don't have anything against it like if you like that's fine but with me I'm just kinda like nooo I'm good ya know ya know

Anyways that's a enough of my stupid

#tickle community #tickle #tickles #lee #leemood #sfw tickles

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uglytsumugi12 · 2 years

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shine▲polyhedric tri-lights 【ep 4】

♢ characters: natsume, sora, tsumugi, madara

♢ season: winter

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Sora: HaHa~! HiHi~! HuHu~!

Ice skating is so funn~♪ Sora wants to jump just like a figure skater!

Madara: Hahaha. Sora still looks the same even while ice skating, doesn't he? Rather, he looks even more energetic than usual ♪

Now. What about the other two…

Natsume: WeLL, this is rather eaSY. We wouldn't want to make fools of ourselves in front of the puBLIC, after aLL.

I'm not bad at exercisING, I simply do not want to waste my enerGY. Please don't get the wrong idEA.

Madara: Ooh, you're right, Natsume-san. Although you tend to get overshadowed by Sora's unique physical abilities, your foundation is good!

By the way, I can't seem to find Tsumugi-san?— …Oh? That figure holding onto the railing at the entrance, that's….

Tsumugi: A- Ah, I'm okay! Look, I can even let go of the railing—

U- Uwaah–?!

…Haha. Looks like I accidentally fell~….

Marada: No way, no way! I would've never expected Tsumugi-san to know how to skate so well~¹

Natsume: You walk as pathetically as a newborn faWN. Where did all that boldness and self-praising from before GO?

Even your hair got completely frizzy from the coLD², mophEAD. SeriouSLY, I'm disappointed in yOU.

Tsumugi: Aah, what kind of insult is that…?!

I was confident until I started skating..~ When I was little, I knew how to skate quite well…

Perhaps growing taller has made me less agile.

Madara: Hmm. Tsumugi-san is so tall that keeping his balance is quite hard, isn't it? I guess that's part of the strenghts and weaknesses of having a nice figure.

Alright. Lemme escort you!

Hold my hands until you regain your childhood senses, Tsumugi-san ♪

Tsumugi: Thank you, Mikejima-kun.

Ahh, I didn't know skating after a long time would be so hard… I thought it was the same as cycling or swimming-- once you've learned it, you never forget it…

Maybe if I skate a bit, I'll be able to regain my old senses. Until then, thank you for helping me… ♪

Sora: HeHe~? Giant-san and senpai are sliding so elegantly, just like ballroom dancers.

Natsume: I think what you mean is more like ice dancING.

Either wAY, we only need to bring out the sporty apeal of Switch through extracurricular activitIES. I don't think it'd be possible for it to happen in such a short span of tIME.

..HM, looks like they're having fun over heRE. Come ON, let's skate on our oWN, SoRA.

Sora: Yes! Let's skate together so that we don't lose to them two!

Madara: Hehe. They look so full of energy, I kinda envy them.

Tsumugi: Mhm, you're right. This whole project... Sora-kun said he wanted to work on it. I find myself regretting having chosen Switch's form in it by myself before I was aware of that…

During the "Magic Lantern Fest"… He'd said that Switch will show to the world many beautiful things.

If Switch's future is to show to the world many of the stuff Sora-kun loves, then…

We'll have to show him things he might love in more details, like parkour, or other physical activities.

Ah… This will be quite the challenge, won't it?

Madara: What you're saying is really nice, though I doubt anyone would take you seriously with how you're waddling around like a toddler right now, y'know?

Well, I agree with you that the juniors--rather, the newcomers--are pretty much breaking our initial norms.

Like with the recent success of ALKALOID, CrazyB's boldness, and such.

They come from an outside system working differently from ours… And they're skillfully breaking the old traditions.

Hmm.. Oh! I think there's a more accurate precedent to them, right? Trickstar. They were the one to break Yumenosaki Academy's old system. Ah, I can't possibly talk about this topic without mentioning their story.

Tsumugi: That's right. And thanks to that happening, Eichi-kun also looks much happier than before…

Oh, speaking of newcomers… Oukawa-kun is also one of them, isn't he? I feel that since you've been more active in Double Face, your usual mood has also quite changed.

Now that we have something to protect, we're taking our unit activities much more seriously. I wonder if this has to do with the juniors' influence…

If so, I think it'd be very nice ♪

Madara: Ohh. Hm. I wonder, if I try to see things similarly to Tsumugi-san's point of view…

Well now that you mention it.. Right after ES was etablished, I was mostly working behind the scenes, which caused my idol activities in MaM to decrease.

Since Double Face was formed, I've been able to perform much more. I wonder if this is thanks to Kohaku-san's help.

Tsumugi: If I had to say, I do think it is~♪

I'll have to learn from you. In no way must I disturb Sora-kun and Natsume-kun's development.

I feel that if I do this… They'll be the ones inspiring me to climb even higher.

Madara: Haha, those youngsters… They grow faster everyday. If you're too slow for them, they might not even wait for you to catch up!

First of all, we gotta get you to skate! C'mon, do you think you can try without slipping?

Tsumugi: Yes! I'll do my best…♪

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1- the phrasing doesnt rly go like this but id thought itd fit mama more in a teasing/ironic way LMAO 2- here natsume uses a term like..."white fur" which is kinda like how animals have their fur standing on end when its cold outside. which also kinda bring back to the fawn as well

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#enstars #ensemble stars #enstars translation #tsumugi aoba #natsume sakasaki #sora harukawa #madara mikejima

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rakumel · 3 months

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Oh no. It's happening again.

It was...sometime last June, I think? When I came up with a god-awful story in like two days that I actually managed to type up (mostly) in about two weeks?

Well, just a few days ago another new idea for a comic took hold, and the story just spread across my brain like wildfire. It was kind of like cooking drunk - put some of this in, a pinch of that, don't measure anything - and I'll be damned if it didn't come together nicely. Not perfectly, but pretty damn good.

Unlike the last one, which is still so bad no one should ever read it without a sick bucket handy, this story I actually wouldn't mind sharing if I ever drew it all up and put it together. Except...I'm really scared to. For a number of reasons.

First of all, it's not completely original - it was inspired by someone else's work, who's a complete stranger to me, and...I kinda don't know how they'd take it. Like...I think it's not too bad, but if it turns out I'm wrong and it actually sucks, I don't want them to die of second-hand embarrassment.

Second, it's very self-indulgent. Many of the things that happen in it, happen mostly because they're exciting and/or make me giddy. And it's been so long since I've shared anything that I did purely for me, that I think I've forgotten how. I don't mean technically, I know how to upload images here. I mean I've forgotten how to just show off something I made and be a little bit proud of it. Instead I just feel weird and self-conscious.

Then there's other little fears, like running out of steam midway through and not finishing it like practically everything else I start on, or that no one at all's going to like it. Oddly I'm not worried about this thing getting scraped. Go figure.

So I'm nervous, but I've also got that same itch from before - the one where I can't *not* work on it in some capacity. I've already started sketching a little during my lunch break at work. The thought of working on this and putting the story together in my head is actually lifting my mood and getting me through the day, but also making it harder to sleep. I don't know how long the feeling will last; I have serious doubts I can sustain the motivation long enough to finish.

I can even hear my inner artist trying to bargain with me, because she wants so badly to work on this. "Okay, just sketch out a rough layout over several pages. Don't even show it off or tell [that person] if you don't want to. Don't label the characters or draw them in detail if it embarrasses you that much*. Just please can we clear off a space and carve out some time this weekend to give it a try??"

(*I have a weird hang up where if I really, really, really like a character from something, I'm terrified of drawing them. I don't know why.)

So...I guess we'll see if This Thing materializes at all, in any form. I kind of want it to and kind of don't. The world won't end either way, but...hell, I don't know.

#writing #fan stuff #sorry tumblr #this is what happens when I want to talk stuff out but don't have anyone specific to talk *with*#waffle-y crap like this post

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crypticcodexcreations · 3 months

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So uh. Hi? Where have I been? Oh, you know. I feel like I should make a post about it, but I really don't know if I'm gonna actually post this. We'll see. Gonna put it under the cut because I know I'm going to get rambly and maybe a little personal.

I guess first things first: I haven't written in months now. Not a damn thing. So that's part of why I haven't been posting. I just. Haven't had it in me to do it. Doesn't cross my mind most days, and the days it does, I fall into the trap of overthinking, just not really wanting to work on anything I've already started, etc. Part of it might just be that I don't do well in winter mentally.

Another thing on my mind has been falling into the problem of discouraging myself for not finishing things. I planned originally to use NaNo as a chance to see if I could actually do it. And then I fell down the stairs and while I wasn't seriously hurt, I was too sore to sit in my chair and write for long enough that all desire to even try was out the window. I get thinking about how a big part of what makes me happy writing is sharing it, and then think about how disappointing it is for some people to encounter a story that never gets finished, and I sit there, and as much as I try, I can't help but tell myself I suck for not being able to finish stories, how I'm never going to get anywhere with actually making these sorts of things a Real Public Thing if I can't just fucking FINISH something. And then I don't want to do it anymore.

So. That's where I'm at. In all honesty, I probably have a lot of things going on in my head, but none of it is diagnosed, and I'm just constantly guessing at what will help, what will work. And... I'm tired of guessing all the time only for things to either not work, or only work sometimes, or randomly stop working. And I think what I need most is to figure out how to just let that fucking frustration out, figure out how to just have fun with being a writer again. And I have no idea how. It might draw me back to Reapers at some point as... Well, Emily is just a younger me. But for now though, I just don't know what the fuck I need, or want, or what will help and I just want to scream. I've never been good at letting these kinds of thoughts out of my head, especially directly to others. I grew up feeling like I had to be perfect, had to have everything together, and it's hard to unlearn that shit alone. It's also hard because I have people around me who I logically KNOW want to help. But my stupid brain refuses to believe it, says I can't afford to not be perfect. No matter how many times people tell me they don't want me to be perfect and handle everything myself and that they want to help me, it just won't go away.

This got kind of personal and raw... I should probably end it here and stop oversharing on the internet... I don't know in all honesty what's going on with me. As bleak as all this probably sounds, it doesn't mean I'm going anywhere. For me, not writing ever again would be like taking a fish completely out of water for the rest of their life and expecting them to be fine. But I also don't know what I need to do next and how to get there. I'm around, even if not posting. Just been too fucked up to do anything, I'll be back. Just don't really know when or how.

#cryptic rambling #personal #maybe delete later #I don't really know at this point

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ellowynbeimler · 3 months

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Feb 9

Dear dad

So we're traveling a little bit, and we found a place to stay for a couple of days. It's free if we're willing to "help them with a little problem."

Which, of course, means that it's actually going to be some kind of monster hunt, where we'll just need to kill some things that really, someone else should deal with, but as we're the only ones here, and the only ones who are apparently willing to deal with it. Which means we're going to deal with it.

I think it's the least we can do. Helping people is, like, the bare minimum. Like scraping the bottom of the barrel bare and after the dragon. Maybe a monster hunt is the best thing we can do right now.

The best thing that I can do.

No one has actually told us much about whatever it is that is the problem. Still, no one seems particularly concerned or scared, which is hopefully a good sign. If they don't think it's that bad, either they've been dealing with it for a while, likely, and it's not actually that bad. Or, it's a relatively new thing that is very dangerous, and they just have no idea how dangerous it is but are willing to send a group of people just passing through into the belly of the beast. Also likely.

But hopefully, that's not what's going on. It's probably just some small pests, like monstrous bunnies, that keep eating their crops.

Well, maybe not their crops. It is still the middle of winter. Maybe it's getting into their food storage? That would be a problem that needed dealing with immediately.

But I don't know.

We won't know until tomorrow. We got in pretty late tonight, and there's pretty much no way I'm going to be useful in the middle of the night.

Tomorrow, we'll find out exactly what it is, and maybe the others will be able to figure out what's going on and what we need to do to help or fix it.

Maybe they'll even be able to convince the people to give us money for helping, in addition to the room. Also, it's less likely, but it would be cool. We need more, and work has not been plentiful this, well, actually this year.

It's not like we've actually run out, but no one's hiring us. We haven't been in any towns or anything that has had jobs. Even the temples and such haven't had much work for us to do that was paid.

Okay, I'll admit there's something else weighing on me. It feels like something's watching me. I don't know what it is or where it is, but since we've got here, I feel like something just outside my line of sight is staring at me.

I haven't seen anything yet, no matter how subtly I look.

It's driving me a little crazy. And I don't know if any of the others have noticed or experienced anything similar, but if they have, they haven't said anything, which is almost as irritating.

But I also haven't said anything, so maybe they think the same.

Then again, it is almost midnight, and I might just be ramping myself up for no reason.

You know what? Maybe I'll figure out what it is tomorrow when we find out what exactly we're supposed to be dealing with. Maybe whatever's causing this feeling is actually the cause.

But I won't know until tomorrow, so I should just get some sleep. I think that's all I'll be able to do.

Oh! I almost forgot to say anything. I think I learned a new rune today, too. It was pasted up all around the town. Well, drawn all over town, it's mostly up high, likely where kids can't reach it, but it's interesting, I copied it into my book, and I'll ask someone tomorrow what it is when we get done with everything.

They'll owe me an answer, at least, right?

If they don't know or don't tell me, though, I can probably figure out in the next big city that we go to, maybe I'll be able to talk Zunair into taking me to a bard hall with him, so I can do a little research on my own again.

It's a weird little symbol, and if it's all over the place, it's gotta be a protection one or something. Which would be so, very, very useful for us to have.

But I'll find out tomorrow.

If it all goes well, I'll write to you tomorrow, and if all doesn't go well, who knows.

Love, Jack

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shinigamiringo · 1 year

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Oh shit here we go again..?

what, did you think I forgot about this lol bet you did. it's ok, I did fail a bit! Which is why I only put 3 goals for Q1. Buuuut! I didn't fail fully so I still consider this a mostly win lol Here's what I learned!

Q1 supposed to be goals (a refresher lol)

1. Learn and understand all 2000 jouyou kanji.

Doing just kanji is hella boring so I get distracted. I need something to keep my interest. I, like a smart bean, tried just using "The guide to remembering kanji" book, and was like lol nope.

2. Work out at least 2x a week

I actually accomplished this near the end! WOOHOO GO ME \o/ However, the last week I had to take a break because my feet were killing me. So I didn't work out but I was still doing really well with it so yaaay.

3. Floss, brush, and mouthwash everyday

This is kinda a half accomplishment, I think. I did manage to brush most days, but there were some days where flossing and mouthwash wasn't done because lazy/tired or I didn't have time.

SO! 3 goals, 2 done 1 partial; I'd say that's a great win! The best part, ofc, is when I was being consistent, I started doing other things. I was meditating for at least 3 minutes, doing my morning and night face routine, and keeping my room cleaner (no, not completely clean. I have cats and those furry gremlins like to cause chaos ok) IDK if adding those things unintentionally was what caused me to slip or if it was the taking a break, but either way I would say I'm doing pretty well. What is next with Q2? Let's talk about it!

Q2:

Continue to work out, but go to at least 3x a week

Since I did kiiiinda do the workout thing, I'm going to keep this in the list of goals. I got to a good area with running but the problem came when my feet started dying. I had to stop and recover, plus get some actual running shoes. Right now, I'm doing the zombies, run! 5k to increase my running speed, then I plan to work through the zombies, run! seasons. I did pretty good with working out everyday, so I will try to keep that in my goals.

Ofc, I can't just run so I plan to add some exercise routines from Darebee. I was doing the yoga one, but I might switch that to an anaerobic type. Ah wait.... ok! I will keep the yoga one, since it's only 30 days and once that's finished, move on toooooo

Ringfit! I have a few other games I could use, but ringfit has a lot of different types of exercise that seems like it could help. Plus, that "guy who did ringfit for 300 days became super fit!" news article is stuck in my head. I was debating on adding more in the gym, but tbh I don't like staying there too long since I always get a bit creeped out. I'm paranoid ok don't judge me.

2. Brush and mouthwash everyday

since this one was a half, I'm going to pull it from 3 things to just brush and mouthwash. I would prefer to keep floss, but I think keeping a bit of the stress away might help. We'll see.

3. Japanese, everyday

ok, I won't lie- not reaching the Japanese goal hurt a bit. It was kinda upsetting considering I broke it down but! hope springs eternal! New goal is Japanese at least 5 minutes a day. I'm sure I'll want to do more but if I put a low bar I should be able to jump over it not dig under it lol I do have some plans on how to tackle it and test myself but I'm going to just put on this master list that I'll give myself a sticker everytime I reach this goal. I like stickers, sue me.

4. Meditate 1 minute everday

I wasn't going to add a 4th, but since I reached the gym goal (even though I'm adding to it) I figured I needed to add something new. Meditation is good for attention spans, anxiety, etc, etc, so this is a nice little goal to facilitate the others, I think.

And that's it! I might add my mini Japanese plan, but tbh it's kinda more a fun thing at this point. I'm really excited about this next quarter! If I was able to make it this time, I know I'll definitely do better this next time. I also might be taking the JLPT, depending on my speed. Wish me luck in this second quarter.

onwards, to greatness~!

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goldenworldsabound · 2 years

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World's Formula and Altus forrr Francis?

Thank you, my most esteemed anon! It's such an honor to be the preferred question receiver (the next question is mine as well, it would appear). I shall be happy to answer your inquiries.

World Formula - does your partner have any unique abilities or powers? Tell us about them! If not, tell us about a power you think would suit them.

Oh do they ever. Aura is an incredibly talented skill user! 🥰❤️Their skill is second to none, besides my own of course. This is in no small part to their own brand of cleverness. You see, Aura can control monoliths! They're these funny little black rectangles that come in various sizes! The best one is the big one. I think it's called Spock Zara or something. ANYWAY! Spock Zara is fantastic - Aura can use Spock Zara to hypnotize people, or to actually teach them something while hypnotized. To inject knowledge directly into their brain! Including their own! I'm sure, dear anon, you can see how incredible this ability is - Aura, with the help of their dear friend HAL, can use it on themself. They taught themself Japanese, and fighting techniques, and all sorts of things! Truly, truly incredible!

However they have yet to use it on me despite my requests. 😔 Clearly I need to work on being more persuasive.

Altus - what is your home life with your partner like? Do you two live together? If so, where? How do you split up chores? What is an ordinary day in your home like? If you don’t live together, do you want to?

We do and we don't. I do maintain a separate residence in Yokohama currently, not to mention my mansions back home in America - but I spend quite a lot of time in Aura's place, and I do have a second set of toiletries and several sets of clothes I keep there.

Chores...you commoners are so funny! 😆Aura does those. I assume. I don't do them, as far as I'm aware. Is that like washing the dishes? I did a bad job and Aura hasn't let me near dirty dishes since.

An ordinary day...after work we'll either make or order food, and then cuddle and watch tv, or go on our phones and cuddle, or what have you. The important part is that I get to fall asleep with them nestled up in my arms 🥰And wake up to the sight of their beautiful sleeping face.

As for living together properly...I've yet to figure out what things will look like in the long term. Aura doesn't want to leave Japan - I'll need to start splitting time between my wife and daughter back in America and Aura after everything is sorted out. So I won't need a second residence in Yokohama anymore. But I'll still only be living with them part time...well! I'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

#opulence amongst monoliths #f/ovember #faves take tumblr #it's Sprach Zarathustra not Spock Zara just so you know fkjdsahfkjdsa #also Fitzy isn't cheating he's in a poly marriage :D

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under-sedationnn · 3 years

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the arcana: main six reacting to injured! reader

anonymous: Could u do m6 reacting to mc coming home injured? I want some hurt/comfort >:))

Warnings: talk of being injured, blood. if that bothers you or tiggers you in anyway, please scroll away! i want this to be a safe place, only :)

thanks for the request anon!! i hope you enjoy!! <3 requests for the kissing prompts and physical affection prompts are STILL OPEN. please send them in with the character of your choice (which could be any character from any series i write for) and i will create an imagine!! thanks and happy reading!!

- tries his very very best to stay calm

- you can see panic bubbling under the surface

- faust is on high alert

- slithers around your shoulders and squeezes you for a hug

- "friend! hurt!"

- doesn't immediately ask what happened, just gets you to a comfortable place to be cleaned up

- then, and only then, will he brave to ask what happened to you

- or who did this to you

- wipes the blood from your skin with very gentle swipes

- winces when you wince, and apologizes profoundly

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "i fell in the market, tripped over a stone"

- "and nobody helped you?"

- in this case he's disappointed with the bystanders, but does not become angry

- in a situation where someone hurt you?

- oh god

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "yeah, well, somebody had their eye on the same apple i picked up. somehow, though, they managed to push me to the ground and steal it from my hands."

- i don't even think he would know what to say

- and asra is not really the type to march out into the streets of vesuvia and seek to challenge the one who hurt you

- but he would certainly hold a grudge against whoever it was if he did find out

- and would feel absolutely awful about letting you get hurt

- his mind would race about the possibility of losing you again

- because he simply can't handle it

- and what if that person had been particularly violent or malicious? what if you had been taken??

- you'd have to comfort the hell out of him to make sure he knows that you're okay

- "asra, hey, i'm fine! i can handle myself, you know that"

- "you're right, and i know you're right. it's just hard"

- "it's still hard for me, too. the market still makes me a little nervous and i got caught a little off guard, is all"

- that would make him feel better

- would finish patching up your wounds and would make sure to bring you to julian the next day if they were too bad for him to fix or needed stitches

- would also create a special brew to help with the pain and ease you to sleep

- "why don't i go down to the market tomorrow?"

- "why? so when you pick a fight over apples, i can pay you back for all of this high quality medical treatment?"

- "well of course, surely you didn't expect all this tender love and care to be free" *wink*

- panicked doctor mode enabled

- immediately begins checking you over, asking questions

- something tells me it would be a head injury of some sort

- "oh darling, what happe- you're bleeding!"

- "julian, i'm okay! it's just a little scratch"

- "no no no you might need stitches, come sit down. i'll go get my kit!"

- there's really no use in arguing

- he has cold ass hands, so he tries to warm them up before he begins suturing the wound

- tries to be gentle, and his expert hands move quickly without any snagging

- "so, how did this happen?"

- his voice is literally trembling

- "well, i was in the clinic grabbing the list of ingredients we need for our next grocery trip and there was a puddle of... something on the floor. i slipped and hit my head on the corner of your desk"

- immediately thinks it's his fault

- like "oh shit i should have cleaned better that could have killed y/n and then what would i have done-"

- doesn't necessarily voice this, but you can tell by the silence that follows that he's feeling really guilty

- would kneel for you, head on your knees

- "y/n, i am so sorry"

- "juli, it's really okay, i should have watched where i was going"

- "i'll make sure to clean better from now on, okay?"

- would guard you throughout the night in case of concussion

- nurse juli <3

- but let's say someone had put their hands on you

- would patch you up the same way, and apologize profusely for not being there with you

- tuck you into bed and fetch mazelinka to keep an eye on you throughout the night incase of a concussion

- would most definitely be self destructive and seek that mf out

- maybe not successfully, but would try his hardest

- "i'll be back in the morning, get some rest"

- "I can find them myself if I want to, you know"

- embarrassed blush

- because he KNOWS you can take care of yourself

- "of course, but right now you're hurt. as your partner, i will do what must be done on your behalf darling"

- probably shows up the following morning with battle scars of his own

- the guards found you in the garden, passed out in the maze

- blood trickled down your arm, a large gash marking your bicep

- ran you up to the palace and immediately to the medical wing

- them]n nadia gets word

- the calm, collected queen act disappears

- abandons anything she's doing, anybody she's talking to

- "we will finish this at a different time, i have more important matters to attend to"

- she is so worried and it's honestly adorable

- very much giving "where tf are they?" energy

- god i love her so much

- anyways um

- asks the nurses over and over what happened, if you're okay, etc.

- watches the physicians and nurses like a hawk as they clean the wound and suture the cut

- and they're so intimidated lmao they never come face to face with her literally ever

- brushes your hair back from your face as they do so

- holds your hands

- would demand that you be brought to her sleeping chamber

- so that's where you wake up! how cute

- she's laying beside you, her brows furrowed

- maybe even her eyes are a little hazy

- "y/n, sweetheart, do you remember what happened?"

- patiently waits for your answer, you're still a little groggy

- you were either attacked by an animal and passed out from the fright

- or you were attacked by an armed person and was knocked out

- either way, the guards are on it

- nadia isn't letting whoever or whatever did this get away without a fight

- the palace is meant to be a safe haven for you

- for the both of you

- "well, don't you worry, we'll take care of that"

- you try to sit up but she won't let you

- "oh no, you must stay down, y/n. you are possibly concussed from the fall"

- "oh okay, sorry"

- "is there anything i can get you?"

- the countess of vesuvia, serving you in your time of need

- "just some water would be nice"

- "of course, i'll have some brought up right away"

- i literally feel like he would just start crying straight up

- cause like he has some problems anyway

- he big sad boi

- and you coming home to the hut bleeding from a gash in the arch of your foot is not helping

- picks you and carries you to the bed without a word

- just starts examining the cut

- inanna is also very concerned

- she licks the blood from the cut, she's trying to be helpful

- meanwhile muriel is stumbling around the hut looking for anything to stop the bleeding, disinfect it, bandage it, anything

- but he's not the best about keeping that stuff in stock

- keeps looking back at you with worry in his eyes

- he doesn't know what to do

- "muriel, let me see if i can contact asra. maybe he or julian can bring me a salve. i'm pretty sure i'm gonna need stitches"

- low-key makes him feel worse

- cause he feels like he's unable to care for you and keep your safe

- even tho this was just an accident

- he's breathing really fast, his anxiety creeping

- agrees anyway, but goes to get them himself

- "i'll be back soon, just keep this piece of cloth pressed against it"

- cause you're bleeding like a lot

- inanna stays behind

- he returns very quickly with julian in tow, though he doesn't look happy about it

- leaves the hut without another word

- julian gets to work immediately

- "so, you cut your foot i see"

- smartass.

- "yeah, muriel always tells me to put on shoes when i walk in the woods but i love to feel the grass beneath my feet"

- julian chuckled at this

- "and i'm assuming you, what, stepped on a rock?"

- "...yeah, sliced it right open"

- after julian is done cleaning up the cut, he tells you to just stay off of it for a while and make sure it doesn't get infected

- once he's gone, muriel trudges back into the hut

- "muriel, baby, it was just a cut it's not a big deal"

- but his eyes look hurt, and you beckon him toward the bed

- "hey," your hands on his cheeks, "i'm okay, really"

- "sorry, i just got scared. blood is still a trigger for me and since you got hurt in my woods, i felt like it was my fault"

- "muriel, of course it wasn't your fault"

- he really needed a hug

- after this instance, he made sure to keep medical supplies in the hut and you promised to try and wear shoes in the woods more often than not

- "i'll try my best to be more careful. deal?"

- sweet lil smile

- "deal."

- "oh my god, y/n, what the hell happened??"

- you were tending the garden

- without her supervision

- and the garden sheers might have sliced into the palm of your hand

- deep

- brings you over to the sink and runs water over the cut, covering it with a towel when the dripping blood had been washed away

- girl is on the move

- cause she knows what to do! love that

- low-key a main reason why julian managed to live as long as he has

- pepi is curiously perched atop one of the counters, peering down

- finds her personal first aid kit she had stashed in the bathroom

- guides you over to sit on the counter while she tries to figure out what to do

- "damn, you really cut yourself, y/n"

- "sorry! i think i just got a little carried away"

- she giggles at that, though she is still worried about the fact that it won't stop bleeding

- gently wraps the cut in gauze and adheres it together

- places a kiss to your fingertips

- "all done! no more gardening for you!"

- "hey, why not?"

- "well you don't want that cut to open back up again and again, do you?"

- "no"

- "alright then," she smiled, moving to put away the first aid kit again, "and we're going up to the palace medical wing first thing tomorrow morning to make sure it's not infected"

- eye roll

- "yes ma'am" you mocked

- even though you know it's just because she loves you

- "but since you got hurt, you want me to bake you some cookies?"

- "only if you let me eat the dough!"

- good god do i love this man

- but he is so self-absorbed it's actually insane

- and I feel like he wouldn't even notice at first

- cause he's too focused on himself

- gazing into the mirror without a care in the world when you walked in

- "y/n, thank goodness you're home, how do you feel about these pants?"

- you just hobbled to the nearest seat, hand resting over the gash on your knee

- mercedes and melchior were lazing across a rug at the base of his mirror, their attention set on you

- "u-um, yeah, they look good"

- literally just trying not to bleed out, over here

- "good? oh really, now, y/n don't they look amazing?"

- "yes, they look ama- ow, damnit"

- then he turned around

- immediate shock and worry! oh no oh no y/n is hurt!

- mercedes and melchior walked over first, whining as they took in the cut, brushing around the edges

- lucio raced over, squatting down in front of you, and began examining the cut

- "hey, hey, what happened?"

- "i accidentally tripped on my walk in the garden and scraped my knee on the cobblestone"

- he was lightly touching around the cut, gauging how sensitive it was

- when you flinched he stopped, looking into your eyes with a soft "sorry"

- "i think i need to go to the palace infirmary"

- "oh there's no need, i can take care of you!"

- you were not convinced he could take care of you, at least not well

- "uh, lucio, are you sure?"

- he looked slightly offended, at that

- "you know, y/n, i did fight in battles at one point. i have not only tended to my own wounds, but the wounds of others, as well"

- you giggled at the thought

- "much to your protest, though, i'm sure"

- he moved to the small cabinet of medical supplies in the ensuite to your bedroom, returning to your side with it in hand

- "at points, but i don't mind helping you in the slightest"

- for all of his antics, his soft side was enough to make you fall in love all over again

- and although i know he would take care of you in literally any situation, i can't say for certainty that he would stick around and place nurse lucio for long if a person had hurt you

- attacked you

- much like nadia, the guards would be sent out without a second thought, lucio leading the pack in the search for you aggressor

#the arcana nadia #the arcana julian #the arcana #the arcana imagines #the arcana headcanons #the arcane game #the arcana lucio #nadia the arcana #the arcana asra #asra the arcana #lucio montag #count lucio #lucio #portia devorak #portia headcanons #muriel the mountain man #muriel x mc #the arcana muriel #muriel

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writemywaytoyourheart · 3 years

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Aim For The Heart | Chapter 1: At First Sight

Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, angst, drama

WC: 4.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hello?"

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

6:32

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sounds like a deal."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod uncertainly.

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

Someone like me? What does he mean by that?

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

Is there something wrong with you becoming a teacher?

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

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

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

One day earlier...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/L/N Y/N...

Why is that name so familiar?

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

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

He won't think about it.

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

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

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

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

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

Teacher at Sunshine Kindergarten.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Simple...

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

He can't figure it out.

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

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

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

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

Heaven knows it's taken him years to accomplish.

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

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

That can wait.

He pulls his phone out and checks the time.

11:45

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know that name."

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

Time to get to work.

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

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

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

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

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

Huh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What is she, twelve?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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