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jaylleoo14 · 8 months

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An Octopus First Impression II

part I

His first proper introduction and your "first" impression

>GN!ReaderxAzul

A/N: This is starting off right where it was finished so please check out part I first to get better context ^3^ And yes, this one is much longer

[disclaimer] A certain someone can't take a damn genuine compliment 🙄 (okay but understandable)

[characters] Azul & a little of a jesting Jade

In all honesty, you knew who Azul was. Who didn't know the dorm leaders when they are the most prominent leading representational figures in each dorm? You've met some of them personally, getting to talk and spend time with them on not so irregular occasions. Sure you see them more than often compared to the others, but it differs and varies. It's usually expected for students to at least show some respect for the dorm leaders, I mean they are dorm leaders for a reason. Yet there really are some arrogant nobodies from time to time and it's only then the wrath of the dorm leader's power and authority gets put into action, reminding everyone just who they are messing with.

Azul was no exception. In your mind, he is a dorm leader, automatically making him more powerful than the average students here and has qualities fitting for this role.

There you sat with the poised man, sitting aside from you on your left as he sat with his back perfectly straight. His posture made you a bit self conscious so you fixed yourself up properly once you realized that your posture wasn't the best against the wooden back of the chair. Just by the way he was sitting and talking, the way he gestured and pointed, everything about him seemed to just radiate professionalism. The way he would explain terms or the events leading up to the main wars, what magic played into what part and so on.

How kind of Azul

Your thoughts are only interrupted for a moment when you think to yourself how kind Azul is, his willingness to help you with your studies. Once that thought is processed in your brain, it then goes back to listening and following along with Azul.

You nod along with his explanations, following where his pointer finger would end up on the pages and his little personal opinions of why things are the way they are.

"Hey Azul? How about we take a break? I feel like I kinda need it" A hand props up on your cheek as your posture goes back into a relaxed curve and your elbow propped on the table and you let out a little sigh. He continues to keep up with his prim sense of etiquette, pushing up the frames of his glasses.

"Why of course. I'm sure going over the material for about almost an hour straight must be daunting and draining for someone such as yourself. Though we'll get back into the lesson once 20 minutes has passed." He flashes a smile your way, a stark contrast to your more drained self.

Perhaps it was because this is the first time you and Azul have ever interacted with one another, but one of your first thoughts is rather if you'd prefer his tutoring or Riddles. As you consider it some more you think as of right now you'd rather stick with Azul because you're pretty sure Riddle is a bit fed up with you right now and you don't want to feel the pricks of the thorns from the rose.

"Hey Azul? Thanks so much for taking the time to help me out. I appreciate it" Clasping your hands as you stretch yourself out, he lets out an affirmation that it was no trouble at all.

There are a diverse set of students here at Night Raven College. To brute strength guys to the most pretty silver tongue guys out there. If it weren't for your careful judgment in knowing when and where to proceed you probably wouldn't have made it this far with your companion Grim by now. Pomifiore is known for its elegance, the dorm based on the tenacity of the Fairest Queen. The students residing there you'll see are full of fair skinned and perfect silky haired individuals, looking as if they are from the richest medieval fairytale books you'd read in dark romance.

You've never got the chance to properly look at Azul, the whole session's main focus being the studying part. So when you come to take in his features, you can't help but to take a moment and stare in awe at how handsome and dashing he was in an unobtrusive manner.

He's so pretty

The way his lips looked plush and prettily pink, is that his natural color? His eyes looked calculative and thinking, yet looking so enchanting. The mole diagonal under his lips, giving it a nice accent. Sure you've seen some fairly good looking people who don't belong in Pomifiore, but his fair clean and glistening skin and his perfect features could fool anyone into believing he was a part of that dorm if he were to wear the uniform. Vil will always be the fairest of them all, but something about Azul enraptured one's heart just as well. The tentacles pull at the heartstrings as it lays there beating in the grotto. His look almost humbling despite his beckoning alluringness, as if it could draw me into the depth of deep waters like a siren calling in passerby sailors.

"Prefect, may I ask why you were watching me during flight class?"

"What?" In real time, despite all these thoughts running in your head you could say that it lasted for only about a minute - which is long enough for him to be aware that you were clearly staring even if you were trying to be discreet about it.

You feel your cheeks turning a warm red, embarrassed by such a blunder. "Oh well, I mean I can't take flying classes so you know, whenever flight class is in session I'm usually in the back doing exercises. And during one of our joint sessions way back I saw a glimpse of you then"

"I see, what a terrible time to see me truly"

"haha, what do you mean? It was pretty f- ahem. I mean, I think despite not being the all time best at wielding the broom, your skills prove enough to pass the class"

"Don't think that I didn't catch what you were going to say '' A little scowl forms on his face and I cant help but to laugh a little instead of feeling intimidated.

"Sorry sorry. But at least you guys can ride the brooms, it looks fun." Your voice sounds a little left behind as you recall the memory. "Being magicless isn't all that great when everyone is in the air and you're the only one on the ground doing sit-ups"

A shiver runs up your spine just thinking back to Vargas impeccable-muscle brained shouts.

"As the kind hearted person I am I can say that I can sympathize with your situation prefect, i'm sure being magicless in an a magic-filled school has it's risks." Azul twists his upper body to face me, sharing indulgence in our conversation. "And as the benevolent man I am, my doors are always open thus you need any sort of assistance, I'd gladly like to help in any way possible"

He places those gloved hands of his on his chest to give off a welcoming presence, a charming smile to top it off.

How generous he is

"Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are Azul?"

Now it was Azul's turn to stumble. "What? Are you trying to ma-"

"Look I didn't mean to get you off guard like that, but I think you should just know that. Take my compliment as a thank you for your generosity."

Azul can only give you a suspicious look, as if you had some hidden intent or meaning to those words. His piercing gaze shooting you like a triton. It was a rather sudden change in topic, he cant help but assume something was up.

"You don't have to believe me, I'm just saying you're pretty jeez. Take a compliment will you? It's not everyday you get one"

Clearing his throat he straightened his posture which he didn't even realize faltered.

"Why then, thank you for the compliment, Prefect." Just barely a light hue of peachy pink can be seen on his ears, and you were right. It's not every day he gets compliments. Weird, why wouldn't he? He's so pretty.

Because this is an all boys school full of cocky bastards who can't compliment others genuinely for shit y/n. Of course, an inner sigh comes out.

"Why are you suddenly so awkward now?" A mirthful laughter springing passed my lips.

"I'm not being awkward in the slightest, perhaps you should be better at reading others before deducting a conclusion"

"Someone sounds defensive" You divert your eyes to look up to tone it as indirectness, leaning against the creaking wooden chair.

“And someone thinks they are being rather cheeky”

“Haha, no way! It was just a simple compliment. Did you want me to start teasing you instead and genuinely not mean it?”

“If you think someone such as yourself could tease me then you’d be terribly mistaken. I’d say you’re acting rather comfortable with me if you can so easily say such a thing.” Tilting his head up as an artful smirk paints his face, perhaps to better describe it better; a machiavellian one as his lips pursue to open to speak. “Comfortable enough to even shamelessly stare at me. But I am pleased to know my physical appearance is to your liking, Prefect.”

“I think it's normal to stare at pretty things though.” A lighthearted chuckle fills the air around me and I share a similar smirk to his, only this one was painted as amusement and playfulness. “Were you thinking you had something on your face instead? That would be a little entertaining to see you freak over that, if I were to say.”

He doesn't reciprocate the playfulness however and just shoots back a more stern face. “I see you are feeling rejuvenated enough to want to fool around now, I think that’s enough break time for you.” Readjusting his position he turns to flip the textbook page over and you can’t help but laugh a little.

He’s kinda funny

He’s smart

Almost endearing even

With a slight pout and a feigned whine you scoot up your chair to prop yourself better against the material laid table and lean in to ready yourself to listen and follow along with Azul. With your eye going back to their attentiveness on the book, darting back and forth to write and scribble in your notes, next to you a small smile creeps on Azuls lips. His cheeks slightly a little red; it’s shade comparable to one of a watered down crimson sunset sitting on the edge of the sea.

Pretty is what they think of me

You can say this study session went well as you both now exit the library, feeling not only drained but confident and pleased to have more self confidence in yourself now. It was not only productive, but you get the impression that your personalities interact with one another well.

Azul sees you off, insisting he were to personally escort you back to your dorm but you firmly decline. You deemed that it was already enough that he used up at least 4 hours of his time to use it to tutor you.

“I was born with legs, but not a brain big enough as yours to comprehend all of that material in one go or two. Have a pleasant evening Azul, I greatly appreciate your help,” hugging your textbook and notebook stuffed with writings and notes. You wave him goodbye as you walk off.

They have a better image of me now, good

Azul walks back likewise, in a better mood and his mind more at ease. Not only can he use that study session to pull out some favors from you but he was able to wash away that pathetic self of himself on the broom from your head. Killing two birds with one stone, how easy it was.

‘Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are Azul?’ your words echo like a ripple in his head. On the walk back he can only smile to himself remembering your words of what can be assumed of honesty from the heart and not some simple lip service to butter him up.

They are rather interesting. We got along better than I expected

Being able to make the Prefect indebted to him is a big score today, the reason why he’s in such a good mood - is what he’s telling himself. But the overly pleased and delighted air around him tells Jade that there is more to it when Azul begins to share the success of today, arriving back at the chic and sea-themed office.

“You seem to have enjoyed your time with the Prefect, Azul. Perhaps if you continue to accompany them they may drown you out with compliments and poke holes in your heart.”

Purposely saying that in a way which could be taken in two ways, selectively picking and choosing his words, Jade can only teasingly comment.

“I assure you it was all in my own self interest and benefit Jade. I don't let such words to affect me in such ways,” Azul combats his jesting with a serious look in his eyes. Jade can only chuckle a little, going along with Azul’s words to assure him that he meant no harm and it's back to work after spending so much time neglecting them.

“Of course. It would take some time to poke holes in three hearts instead of one after all”

There you were, lazing on your striped cushioned couch back at the shabby dorm which you can respectively say is your dwelling and your little companions, alongside the ghost who you’ve managed to coexist with dwelling there before you. Your notes are put away and neatly tucked in. Residing in the corner of your history notes, a little ‘he’s kinda cute’ is scribbled on a random page.

Not like he'll ever know though, right?

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002yb · 1 year

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I absolutely adore your DickJay fics, scenarios, and thoughts! They're so fun. I am curious, though. What are your headcanons on the other Bats reaction/opinions on their relationship? What members are supportive? Do any of them disapprove?

Oh, anon. The way my thoughts scattered every which way with this hahaha. We've got a little bit of everything here; vibes separated by bullet points. ٩(๑ơలơ)۶♡

Bruce

Simultaneously overprotective and aggressively supportive; wars with himself over how his dear boy is defiling his darling baby boy and like, he doesn't know how he feels about it. On the one hand, fuck Dick. On the other, there's no one that Bruce trusts more with Jason. So. Both earnest and begrudging acceptance.

'Don't get weird about it,' Jason says. Only Bruce gets weird about it anyway. Just so intense that it's embarrassing. Fuck forbid Bruce remembers his own anniversaries, but he'll send reminder texts to them both and send them congratulatory flowers or champagne the day of. Just weirdly involved despite keeping to the fringes.

Forever oblivious. Doesn't matter what precarious situation he catches dickjay in, it never registers. 'World's greatest detective' title revoked.

Pragmatic. Uncaring so long as it doesn't impact work. Seemingly indifferent, but would capitalize on what relationship can mean for his mission. Would probably try to use Dick to manipulate Jason.

Not supportive. No blessings given. Unfortunately this sort of situation feels more like Bruce holding onto grievances with Jason and not trusting him to not corrupt Dick's morals (though like, lbr; Dick doing a lot of corruption/defilement in his own right lol).

Tim

Accepting, supportive, but also very done with these two morons because dickjay harass him with their shenanigans (intentional and not); so tired.

The above, but Tim is sort of into it (freaky freaky (*°∀°)=3)

Pragmatic. Would play their feelings for each other to his favor. Not usually in a negative way, but not above it. Generally indifferent to the feels, just sees the utility in it.

Damian

Protective of Dick (but supportive)

Protective of Jason (begrudgingly supportive after a period of failed attempts to sabotage Dick hahaha; just a whole jealousy thing because Jason is Damian's and Dick is infringing on what isn't his and Damian's patience is short and his tolerance at the end of its rope so help him Grayson, Damian will fuck him up if he fucks Jason - sorry, fucks up Jason in any way).

Protective of both and at a standstill because of it (still supportive, but too many shovel talks too little time).

Oblivious. Just oblivious.

The above would be fun in a fic where father dearest, world's greatest detective, is also oblivious lol. It runs in the family.

Devastated, but bears the heartache well (unrequited crush on Jason)

Have I made it apparent that I really like Damian crushing on Jason? Because I do. Weird place to ask but if anyone has a fic rec with this premise (bottom!Jason if anything veers that way lol) then like, yes please??

Adamant supporter because it's like his second dad/mom are hooking up. Dick and Jason are the only people worthy of each other in Damian's eye, so it works. This Damian is having a good time, given Bruce won't make an honest woman out of Talia (alternatively, Talia isn't making an honest man out of Bruce either so lol)

Cass

Supportive, no doubt or question to it

Teasing (specifically of Jason hahahah she can fluster him so easy; she sees why Dick enjoys it).

Alfred

Supportive. Content. Pleased.

Concerned, given both boys are dear to him and both are moderate disasters. He doesn't want any heartbreaks. ):

Exasperation because he finds them all over the manor, without fail.

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Thank you so much, by the way!! It makes me all sorts of happy that you enjoy my stories and the little informal things I put out there. (´⌣`ʃƪ)♥ Thank you for the engagement, too! This was a lot of fun. Have a lovely weekend, anon~ ♥♥♥

#jaydick #dickjay

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justalonelyslytherin · 1 year

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My Kingdom, Your Kingdom | three

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Pairing: secret king!Steve Rogers x heir apparent!female Reader

Summary: When sleep won't come easy the best remedy for it is stargazing and hot chocolate.

Warnings: mentions of parental loss/death, mentions of war and associated crimes, slight mentions of politics (implied, not explicit). All of these topics are mentioned but not greatly elaborated and not the main focus

Wordcount: 4.3k

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The sky was darker than she’d ever seen. Deep indigo bleeding into the snowy mountain caps and the white dusted woods. Sprinkles of stars glowing brighter than she’d believed they even could.

It reminded her of her mother’s coronation dress, made out of the most saturated prussian blue fabric. Flowing like liquid water, the thousands of tiny diamonds sparkled in the shifting light. Even standing still on the mannequin she’d believed it to move as if it had its own life in the corner of her eyes.

The moon that night was clear, not a single cloud in the sky that could have shrouded it and dimmed its light. Initially, it had been this luminance that had kept her awake, until she spotted something even more peculiar and curious from her place in the bed. But the view through the window in her room had been limited, the trees too high and the snow coating them too thick.

Her curiosity had led her out into the vast living room of the cabin. She’d felt like an intruder sneaking through the hallways on silent toes. Had it not been for her drive to see the magical phenomena the guilt would have made her turn back around. Yet she found herself there, in the open space, sitting on the couch before the floor-length windows, legs tucked underneath her and her arms resting on the backrest.

Before her was the most beautiful view she had ever witnessed. Besides the moon and the stars illuminating the sky, there was something else. In varying shades of turquoise and green, wisps of light coiled and uncurled through the night. Slowly swirling and twitching the colors caressed the sky. As if the spirit of the night had come alive and was dancing the most stunning dance between the stars.

She’d never heard of an emergence like that and certainly never seen anything close to it in her home. If Widovia and Sokovia had these too? Closer to the border perhaps, where no one lived and thus no one could see. If they had, she’d never sleep another night. She’d stay up every night, to watch the pretty spectacle from the balcony of her room. Maybe it was better they didn’t have it then.

Resting her chin on the back of her hand, she smiled softly at the play of colors. Reassurance coursed through her, solace over the decision to venture into the unknown land that was their supposed enemy. All they had seen of it was anything but. None of the stories their ancient history teacher had told them about Brooklyn were true. No barren, plundered and wasted land had greeted them but a rich beauty, one not even Widovia could compete with.

A creaking noise behind startled her. She snapped her head back, body twisting to look. Steve stood on the second last step at the bottom of the stairs, just as surprised to see her as she was to see him. All at once she felt bad for being caught. Not that he had forbidden her to venture out of the room.

“Everything alright?” His voice was raspy and much deeper than she remembered it from before. As she looked closer at him - the dimness of the room certainly didn’t make it easy to see - she noticed his hair sticking up a little and the way his shoulders slumped. The words to answer him became stuck in her throat as Steve stepped down the last steps and took a couple more toward her. From the side, the moon shone through the windows and illuminated him at once.

Unable to avert her eyes, she took in his form. He’d been tall before, she’d been aware of it. All three of them were rather hulking figures but right now he came across as a giant. Had he truly been this massive before? Impossibly wide shoulders and bulging arms were barely hidden beneath a tight, white t-shirt. His arms should have scared her, for the strength they held could easily hurt her, yet she felt drawn to them. She found herself wondering how it would feel to lay in them. Would it feel safe? Would she be able to trace the prominent veins up and down? The snagging fit accentuated his slim waist and seamlessly flowed over his hips into the fabric of his boxers. Thick thighs were as prominently on display. Strong legs finally morphed into bare feet.

Tingling crept up her spine as she wet her lips with her tongue. Swallowing she managed to finally nod her head. “Yes,” she whispered, eyes jumping back up to his. He hadn’t averted his look even for a second from her, maybe he had even eyed her the same way she’d done to him. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Me neither,” Steve told her with a kind smile. He rubbed his hand over the back of his head, eyes briefly jumping through the room. In the fireplace where the dying remains of the fire. The embers glowed weakly bringing neither light nor warmth. Ultimately though his eyes jumped back to her and with it came the feeling she shouldn’t be here. Not right now. She was intruding.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be out here.” Hastily she pulled her feet out underneath her and went to stand up, ready to dash past him and back into her room.

“No no! It’s fine,” Steve told her hastily, hands held out and pointing at the couch, “Please don’t feel like you have to leave now.” Unsure she eyed him, yet his words felt genuine and so she found herself sinking back into the cushion.

Steve still looked at her patiently, she wasn’t sure what more he wanted. A simple nod was apparently enough to satisfy him as he began to smile once more. His radiant smile made her heart flutter. He had a beautiful smile. Pearly white, entirely honest and so pure.

“Do you–”

“I was goi–”

They spoke up at the same time, voices mixing and words clashing. Steve shot her another smile, the corners of his lips crookedly twitched upwards as he squished his brows together. It made her smile too, briefly looking at her feet.

“You go first,” his words were soft. Always so soft, she noticed.

“Do you know what this is called?” Hope and curiosity mixed in her voice as she pointed behind her. Steve's brows furrowed for a moment stepping around the couch standing between them as he advanced on her. Outside the windows the colors in the sky still danced along, they had only gotten brighter now. The dynamic colorful swirls reflected in his eyes, dancing over and mixing with the blues. It looked like the magic had been taken from the sky and set into his eyes.

As curious as she was, she fell silent at the peaceful look on his face. He looked at the colors in wonder, marveled at them the same way she had. Calmness, she realized, was what had washed over him.

“The dancing colors I mean,” she whispered, too focused on watching the content expression on his face she even forgot the beautiful view from the outside.

“It’s called the Aurora.”

“Au-ro-ra?” Confusion had her furrow her brows. Steve hummed and nodded, still looking at the spectacle. Only when he turned to her and noticed her blank expression, clearly not knowing what he was talking about, did he frown. He sat down beside her on the couch, his entire body turned towards her as he started to explain.

“Yes. She is the goddess of dawn, who travels from east to west to announce the coming of the sun.” The name was fitting, she concluded, a beautiful name for an even more beautiful appearance.

“It’s a natural phenomenon caused by disturbances in the magnetic field. They are most commonly seen at the poles.” For a brief moment, he glanced back at the display of brilliant light. “Sometimes, very rarely, do they appear here too. I haven’t seen them since I was a young child.”

His gaze turned far away, distant and clouded over as he was swept over by memories. Not wanting to disturb his memories, she silently examined him. A whiff of sadness radiated from the blonde. It was faint, nearly overshadowed by profound longing. Longing she was most familiar with, both in its occurrence and force. She recognized herself in him at that moment. The realization hit her, strong yet quiet.

“You are very lucky.”

“Yes,” she whispered, still looking at him.

“You, uhm–” she cleared her throat, “–you wanted to say something earlier too?”

"Right…yeah. Got up because I wanted some water but now I’m thinking of something warm and sweet. Would you like some hot chocolate?” There was this glint in his eyes that reminded her of a young boy being up to no good. Sneaking around and making the sweet beverage certainly felt silly and mischievous and the prospect of it made her giddy.

“I’d like that.” Steve’s smile was contagious. He beamed at her so brightly, she couldn’t help but chuckle at his enthusiasm. Even more so as he practically bounded up from his spot on the couch with a loud clap of his hands on his thighs. Strong, muscly thighs, full on display, which distracted her from the excited blonde before her.

“We’ll then let’s make some hot coco~!” His sing-songy voice snapped her back, her eyes following him upwards as she pushed off the couch and followed on swift feet through the living room. Leading out of the seating area with the fireplace, tucked behind the staircase, and around a corner was the kitchen.

Just like the rest of the cabin, the kitchen was equally as grand and magnificent. Made out of dark wood and lots of glass paneling it gave both a cozy land house vibe and a spritz of modernity. Overall it felt homely and welcoming, outright inviting to sit down at the big kitchen aisle in the middle and talk or simply spend time in the presence of others.

“Have you made hot chocolate from scratch before?” He asked her, glancing over his shoulder as he had his head buried in various drawers and cupboards looking for the ingredients and utensils needed.

“No,” she muttered. “Can’t even remember the last time I had it.” Sweet treats like that were a rare occasion back at home. Under rare circumstances, some of the kitchen staff had snuck them a cup of something or a little nibble here and there. Mostly it had been reserved for birthdays and christmases. The only time they officially were allowed to indulge in desserts was during formal events, which in themselves were few and far between.

She’d never understood why. Their country was rich in history and culture, festivities and celebrations could be plenty too. Even less so could she comprehend why they’d isolated themselves so drastically from the outside. Their advisor had many times mentioned the imminent danger and the threat of other countries looming. Most notably Brooklyn, yet she had never felt threatened by them or any other country. Instead, she had wished - maybe even longed - to make contact with them, to exchange cultures and views and have some events together to build new, strong friendships, perhaps even gain new allies.

“Without wanting to brag, I’m told I make a hella good mixture.”

“Is that true?”

“Some even say it’s the best they ever tried.” The proud grin he sported together with him proudly puffing out his chest made her laugh.

“Can’t wait to try it then.” That made him beam, briefly leaving everything around him forgotten as he nodded.

“Although I’m sure I will be very sad afterward if your recipe is so legendary. I’ll miss it and won’t be able to have it again.”

Steve’s grin molded into a soft smile, “I’ll teach you. Just don’t tell anyone, it’s a secret recipe after all.”

She made a motion to lock her lips and nodded. “I’ll keep my lips sealed, promise.”

“Just don’t tell Sam or Bucky.” They both snickered together at that, as she once more nodded. One after another Steve pulled out a pot, a cutting board, a knife, and a cooking spoon. Each of those he put on the kitchen island before he pulled out the ingredients. Some of them at least. He presented her two things with a smile.

“Now, most people only use dark chocolate or milk chocolate. Dark chocolate is richer in cocoa but can taste a little bitter. I like to use a bar of dark chocolate and also stir in some milk chocolate chips.” Attentively she nodded, it was endearing to her how Steve made sure to explain everything in great detail. He seemed eager and happy to be able to teach her something, and she happily listened to him, soaking up each of the little lessons and information.

Once he had opened up the bar, he took it into his hand and cracked the bar in half. It looked so easy when he did it and highlighted the strength he possessed. Only when he had placed the bar on the cutting board and was about to begin, did he notice her standing at the edge of the island, leaning on it with her elbow.

“Please, take a seat.” He pointed toward the bar stools lining one side - opposite of him - of the island with the knife and waited to continue until she had actually sat down.

The thudding sound of the sharp knife's edge meeting the wooden board with force as it cut through the chocolate became a steady rhythm in the kitchen. It was soothing in a way, equally as mesmerizing as it was to see the precise back-and-forth motion.

During the time her sisters and she had warmed up in front of the fireplace she had momentarily noticed the silence settling between her and Steve was one of a comforting nature. Silence had always been a heavy and stifling feeling for her, most often putting her on edge and making her tense. She’d learned to associate it only negatively, yet the silence resonating now felt calming.

While she welcomed this sudden change, there was no way to forget how bubbly and chipper Steve had been just before, talking almost nonstop. Now he had become quiet and a little too focused on cutting the chocolate.

“I can tell there is something on your mind.” The knife paused mid-air as Steve looked at her, resembling a doe caught in the headlights of an approaching car. He pursed his lips, clearly fighting with himself to deny or give in and confirm her observation.

“You have some questions, don’t you?” Her voice broke the internal fight he fought all alone. Steve felt embarrassed that she had seen through him this easily. There were still so many questions he craved to have answers for, yet he didn’t want to overrun her with them.

He'd hoped to conceal his dying curiosity better, the mask he was used to slip on hopelessly useless against her. Not even Bucky was that good, that fast, at getting through his mask and sensing his true thoughts.

Hanging his head, Steve's view fell back onto the chopping board. The doe had turned into the likeliness of a kicked puppy. It tugged at her heartstrings the more his shoulders drooped, at the same time a small part in the back of her mind found him to be cute as well.

“You can ask,” she offered him softly. Instantly Steve’s head snapped back up, widened eyes rendering on her.

“I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Amid the obvious curiosity burning in his eyes and the tingling itch to simply ask consuming him, he was trying to give her an out. Even after she had offered him already. His posture screamed hesitancy yet the way he bit his lip gave him away.

“Out with it.”

He continued to look hesitant, apprehension written in bold letters all across his appearance. A minute ticked by before he was able to wrestle his tongue and get the question out. “How long were you out there? Looking for someplace safe?”

She’d anticipated many questions yet this one still took her by surprise. Of course, it would only be right for Steve to be concerned about her well-being instead of trying to dig up something about her home or the possibility of her being a spy.

“A couple of hours? The car died when the sun was still up and above the treeline. We could have walked for who knows how long, everything looked the same. An empty road, no soul around, just the snow-covered trees slowly swaying and creaking.”

She didn’t want to think too much about what would have happened had Steve not heard Yelena trampling through the woods like a rowdy dinosaur. Indeed, the evening could have gone in a drastically different direction. One she didn’t want to picture, the near what-if already caused her enough guilt. After all, she was supposed to protect her younger sisters, not lead them into potential danger.

“Regarding our entire journey?” she mumbled after a heavy pause, to stop herself from thinking about what luckily didn’t happen, “We left Sokovia sometime around late morning, drove the entire day.”

“And you were able to just go to Sokovia?” It made her huff amusedly. Why wouldn’t they?

“Yes. Sokovia is a vassal state of Widovia. You can freely cross between.” Steve’s brows knitted in confusion or what was perhaps dismay. The expression confused her.

“What?” In an instant, the unhappy expression dissolved as he shook his head.

“Nothing… I just thought there were strict controls on who could go there.”

“Widovia isn’t a dictatorship.”

Steve’s eyes widened in surprise, “No! That’s not what I meant. It’s just–”

“It’s just, that you were told so. That it’s like that in Widovia.” Bullseye. He kept quiet, unable to say something to it that would explain himself. Because truly, what was there to explain when she spoke the truth? Slowly a laugh bubbled up inside her, breaking to the surface in a muffled giggle, which she tried to hide behind her hand.

“Do you want to know how Brooklyn gets described in Widovia? A barren wasteland. Ugly and ravaged by endless droughts, fires, and plagues. That it crumbled under the new king, who is greedy and evil, only caring about the gold in his pocket rather than his folk. His black knights take no remorse in cutting down women or children.”

It was clear her words upset him. Steve looked disgruntled and highly insulted, face scrunched in glowering as he pressed his lips tightly together, jaw muscles ticking.

“And do you believe this?” His words were sour, he refused to meet her eye as he focused back on the chocolate in front of him. With newfound vigor, he chopped it all up, the force of his cuts doubling. She’d clearly ruffled his feathers with the words but she had never meant to insult him or his home, just as he hadn’t meant to either.

“No,” she told him softly. “It’s all lies. I might have believed some of it before we reached the border. Before I saw the beauty this country holds. Admittedly I haven’t seen much of Brooklyn yet, but what I have seen took my breath away. There is a serene calm to the area. I’ve never felt so safe in a place I never knew before.

And you and your friends have been nothing but courteous and hospital.”

Once more Steve stopped his actions, putting the knife down. “I guess I shouldn’t be acting like that when I believed the things said about Widovia without a thought either. It’s hard to know what’s real and what’s made up when there is so much mystery surrounding them.” The chocolate was chopped sufficiently and with that, he turned to put a pot filled with milk onto the stove.

“For example?” she asked him, curious to know what they whispered to each other about her home. About her and her sisters. As the milk slowly warmed, she watched him gradually dump the cut chocolate into the pot.

“That in all the years of isolation the country has been gathering resources to attack Brooklyn. To pay a debt.” Dread filled her as Steve spoke those words. He spoke them softly, yet his attempt at mellowing their force of impact made no change. They stung still, cutting her, causing her heart to bleed. “Some say the oldest daughter of the late King and Queen has turned cold and vengeful over the loss of her parents and that she lives withdrawn. And her younger sisters keep in the shadows with her, hiding there in paranoia. Some even say the loss made them lose their minds. That they see the enemy in everyone around them and thus they turned against their people, punishing them for it.

They say the roads leading away from the capital are permanently stained red from all the innocent blood shed in retaliation. And so has the water–” Steve abruptly stopped stirring the pot of chocolate and milk as he noticed her pale, shaken expression. He rushed over to her, his hands heavy albeit comforting weights on her shoulders, thumbs digging into her skin.

“That’s what you think about us?” Steve shook his head, about to tell her otherwise but she blabbered on. “We– Widovia isn’t like that. And the princesses aren’t monsters.

Everything they do is for their people. They are good and they do their best…It’s– the princess isn’t even the ruler yet. There is still the Regent, the late king's second advisor, who controls everything until the princess is crowned Queen the following week.”

She knew things weren’t like they were supposed to, that a lot of things had been going awry and wrong ever since her parents died. The country had been turned upside down, stricken with grief, things had gotten out of hand and changes had been made that didn’t suit the country. The Regent had a drastically different view toward the country and how to rule it, that, she had been told by the various teachers that taught her over the years, but different wasn’t bad, they’d always insisted. Change was always hard on the people and took time to reach everyone, be implemented.

It wasn’t ideal, she knew that. She knew that the country was wavering and in dire need of its true ruler. It was a pressure she’d been feeling ever since the day the news of her parent's passing had reached them.

“It’s not like that at all…” she whispered, eyes slowly focusing back on him. Steve looked at her in concern, he felt shameful for causing this, awful that he had spoken those words so carelessly without thinking about what reaction they could cause. Especially when the rumors about Brooklyn had upset him just moments before.

“Would you like to tell me what it’s actually like?” Steve asked her carefully, he wanted her to know that she was able to decline. She didn’t. Instead, she nodded silently.

When he pulled her around the kitchen island and towards the stove, she let him, his hand warmly resting on the small of her back. He positioned her before the stove and laid the spoon into her hand. Together they held it, as he showed her how to stir to melt the chocolate. It was a basic and menial task that kept her occupied yet didn’t need too much concentration so she could focus on speaking.

“Widovia is…it’s beautiful. The people are gentle, helpful and nice. They suffered a lot. It was a great loss that left behind a deep hole. They never truly recovered from it. There is a lot of hope left, however.”

The soft curve of a smile returned to her lips as she thought about her home.

“The Scarlet Capital is beautiful all year round, the widow wood's line every major street going to and from the castle and the historic city square.

Walking under the canopy of leaves is like walking through a ruby sky. In the summer the fruits are sweet, you can pluck them while walking by and taste them. Their juice is so refreshing and will tint your lips red. Every bakery sells this sweet, doughy confection filled with custard and glazed with honey. On top, they sprinkle additional sugar crystals.

And in autumn when the leaves fall they coat the small watercourses running through the cobblestone and the streams. It makes them look like the city is alive and the streams are its veins.”

Steve smiled softly at her, he noticed the serene expression on her face as she told him about it. This description of Widovia was unlike one he’d ever heard. His mother had always been adamant that what had happened to their neighbor had been unfortunate. She’d reminded him that they had been allies and friends for centuries, much longer than they’d been supposed enemies.

“That sounds truly captivating. I’d like to see that myself one day.” At that she beamed, nodding excitedly. Just for that short moment, between them alone, the precarious situation between the two states was forgotten.

As all the chocolate had melted into the milk, staining it a creamy brown, he smiled excitedly at her. “And now for the special secret ingredients.” Steve reached behind and produced three small containers and bottles.

Cocoa powder she knew some added for additional flavor or to substitute some of the chocolate with. As for the other two...

“A dash of vanilla extract–” Expertly Steve poured in a small glob of the gooey liquid before he grabbed for the spice jar. “–and a sprinkle of cinnamon.”

In an instant, the sweet smell of chocolate was enriched by hints of vanilla and cinnamon. It smelled heavenly and if it tasted only half as good as it smelled, it would be the best cup of hot chocolate she’d ever had.

#steve rogers x reader #my kingdom your kingdom #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fanfiction #king!steve x heir apparent!reader #modern royalty au #royalty au #christmas au

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✨ Paris Asteroid - 3317 ☄️

Hey friends!

I'm officially ending our extra long hiatus with a post on a lesser known Asteroid! Over the past few months we've really been diving into asteroids and how they affect your chart. We're excited to be back and ready to share some cool astro stuff with you! We're starting with a fancy asteroid named Paris.

Reminder: This post is an astrology post, and as with every astrology post not everything will resonate for everyone, so if it doesn't that's okay! We encourage you to message us or comment with your feelings and let us know how our astro observations and theories feel to you! (That's the only way we can get more info about these types of things!)

All posts are our opinion. PLEASE DO NOT repost, steal our work and claim it as your own, or adjust the wording. We put a lot of effort into our astrology studies and information, so if you want to share please credit us. Thanks!

(Little Easter egg for some of you ^^ *winks*)

✨ ASTEROID 3317 - PARIS ✨

This asteroid overall relates to courage, judgement, and your personal relationship with Paris, France. (What a wild spread of topics, I know.)

✨ This asteroid is mostly important if it is conjunct personal planets or angles, especially if it's a tight conjunction (meaning within 0 - 3 degrees of said planet or angle.)

✨ Can indicate survival instincts. Whether you have strong survival instincts, or whether you may be the first one picked off in a zombie apocalypse or horror movie. EX: Someone with Paris in their 12th house might have a lot of fear, or may have some hidden enemies they are unaware of that catch them off guard. Whereas someone with Paris in the 1st house and/or conjunct their ASC might be hyperaware, and have really great survival instincts.

✨ It can be associated with courageousness in general. If it has lots of positive aspects you might be someone who others consider to be very brave.

✨ Especially if it's in a conjunction with Mars, or the Sun in your chart. This can show someone who is very courageous. Think god of war for Mars and how fierce lions are when it comes to the Sun.

✨Paris in Leo, Aries, and Scorpio may also be signs that indicate someone who is courageous as well.

✨ On the other hand if it's in Cancer, Pisces, or Virgo, or there are a lot of hard aspects to it, this can indicate someone who may have difficulties with being brave.

✨ Can show if you have strong (or a lack of) judgement. It can also show where someone tends to be a "judge" of others, or who may be brought in the be a judge of others who are quarreling.

✨ If it's in Libra it can show someone who is just and fair, and who doesn't usually judge others too harshly. (They also probably get pulled in to judge other people's arguments because of this.)

✨ When conjunct Saturn or in Capricorn it can indicate someone who may be a very strict judge, but who also may have the authority to judge others.

✨ When conjunct Mercury, or in Virgo or Gemini it can indicate someone who likes to talk through things in order to come to a judgement. Virgo may be more fair, where Gemini may be more opinionated based on what conclusions they come to when talking about the situation at hand.

✨ When poorly aspected it can indicate poor judgements or decisions that can negatively affect or cause violence or chaos in one's "homestead." Meaning if you have a lot of negative aspects, especially to a planet like Pluto, Saturn, or Mars, it may mean you sometimes don't fully think things through before acting, or you may need to have someone you trust be a sounding board before you make big decisions.

✨ When positively aspected in a chart it can indicate positive interest in the city of Paris with affinity for art, culture, culinary aspects, travel, and beauty.

✨People who have it prominent in their chart may resonate with the city of Paris, or have a desire to visit or move to Paris.

✨ **It may potentially indicate what area of your life can be expanded upon by visiting Paris. (IE: in the 5th or Leo may indicate that it can inspire your creativity, you may find romance there, or you may conceive a child there.)

✨ People with Paris in a tight conjunction of their IC (or even potentially just in their 4th house) may have a desire to move to Paris, or will move to Paris at some point in their life. It may be a city that "feels like home" when you visit. It could also mean you have a lot of Parisian style home decor, or you like that type of aesthetic in your home.

✨ Paris conjunct the Sun, ASC, or in the 1st, 5th, Aries or Leo, can indicate someone who shines in Paris, or who has an affinity for Paris in their personal aesthetic. Someone who relates to Paris on a personal level. It doesn't necessarily mean you are French, but that you can pull off Parisian aesthetic, and you may find some passions that line up with the typical Parisian interests. (Again: Art, culture, food, fashion, etc.) You may also feel really inspired and more able to express yourself when you visit!

✨ Similarly to the Sun in some ways, if your Venus is aspecting Paris, or you have it in Taurus or Libra, you may REALLY resonate with Parisian style. You may LOVE the aesthetics. This can mean anything from fashion to architecture, to just the vibes.

✨ If your moon is conjunct this asteroid it can indicate that you emotionally resonate with Paris in some way. It can also potentially indicate a mother figure being from here, or maternal ancestry connecting to Paris or France in general? It could also manifest that if you were to visit you might be more in touch with your emotions, or feel nurtured, in a way, by the city.

✨ With Paris in Sagittarius or Conjunct Jupiter it could indicate someone who should travel or visit Paris, because they may learn a lot or expand in the house that these placements are in. (IE: If you have it conjunct Jupiter in Sagittarius in the 6th house you may learn a lot about the culture that you can incorporate into your own daily life, health, routine, etc. You may also expand in that area, so be careful with the food and drink when you visit. lol.)

✨ Paris in tight conjunction with the MC, in the 10th house, 6th house, Capricorn, or Virgo may work in Paris, for a Parisian company, or with coworkers that have some relationship with Paris, France.

✨ The 11th house could potentially indicate someone who has a penpal or is in some sort of social group that is related to Paris.

✨ We talked about Saturn and Pluto earlier but these can also indicate this city being very transformational for someone. You may not necessarily resonate with Paris because it may be a place that spurs on life lessons, or you might just seem to have difficulties when you visit in the areas of life that these Planets/Paris are situated in when it comes to your chart.

Let us know what sign and house your Paris is in, and if this resonates (or you know, even if it doesn't.)

#Paris #Asteroid #Astrology #3317 #Astro #asteroid 3317 #interpretation #courage #judgement #astrologer #astro observations #astrology community

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theidiotwhowritesthings · 9 months

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Hi JJ! 💕 These are such great questions, I can’t wait to see your answers! Could I please ask these?

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you'd care to share?

Hello, my love! Omg thank you for the questions! I think 'F' is my favorite one to answer, but it also takes me the longest b/c I am bad at trying to pick just one out lolol

I'll do M first since it's shorter.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you'd care to share?

So, I hinted at it with my poll, but for October I kind of want to do a Joel Miller x Reader x Din Djarin supernatural special! The basic outline is Reader is working for an agency, like the FBI, that specializes in supernatural creatures and keeping their existence hidden from the rest of the world. She's a desk agent dreaming of becoming a field agent. Initially, I was thinking Agent!Joel Miller who got started in the line of work when his daughter Sarah was killed by supernatural creatures and Greek God!Din Djarin (I don't want to go into details of what I planned to do with them just in case I go back to this idea). BUT THAT BEING SAID, your incredible story 'Bleed For Me' absolutely reminded me that I'm feral for vampires🥴 so then I started thinking, 'okay, what about Werewolf!Joel and Vampire!Din, and Agent!Reader gets caught in the crossfires of a war??'

My goal is to have the mini story be a 'choose your own end' where Reader can either end up with one or the other. But to everyone reading this right now, lemme know what you think!! I love opinions b/c I never trust my own lol (also if you haven't read @saradika 's story I need you to stop everything and go do that now k, thx)

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

This one might be more recognizable! It's from 'A Fresh Start'. It's from the chapter where Din finds out about Reader's past and the guilt she has over not being able to save her best friend. I love it b/c I accidentally wrote a banger of a line at the end there. But more so b/c I think one thing we as humans struggle with is letting go of guilt. Even if it's guilt that we shouldn't necessarily be carrying our brains will just cling to it and refuse to let it go, and no matter how many people tell us 'it's okay' we just can't shake it. Sometimes we just need a person we love to reframe the guilt in our minds to be something easier to process. Din does that for Reader in this scene, and I just loved writing it.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the comment, but it was short lived. You gave a small shrug. “She crashed. Soran couldn’t breathe. There was no other reason for it so I knew it had to be a clot. I had hoped it was a blood clot. I could fix that.” You pressed your lips together. Eyes focusing on the edge of his helmet⏤ unable to meet the eyes you couldn’t even see. “Started a blood thinner to break apart the clot, but it didn’t help. That’s when I knew… the blockage wasn’t a blood clot. It was a fat globule.”

“What are you supposed to do for that?”

“There’s nothing you can do. Not at that point.” You answered. “We don’t have a medicine to break up a fat embolism quickly. The moment it got lodged in her lungs like that…”

Din nodded. “How do you prevent that from happening after a trauma? Is there a medicine for that?”

“Well, no, you⏤ Din, what are you doing?”

“I’m trying to understand.” He replied. “The court transcripts had a few different testimonies. They all had a common agreement. Every doctor interviewed said Soran was dead the moment that building landed on her.”

You shook your head and tried to pull your hand away, but Din’s grip tightened. He wouldn’t let you go. “She was my best friend. I knew her since we were kids. We grew up together⏤ we were neighbors. I shouldn’t have been her doctor.”

“You were the only one available at the time. You tried to find someone, but there was no one else.” Din replied. “If you hadn’t jumped in, then she would’ve died even sooner.” He leaned forward. “The starship collision caused the building she worked in to collapse. Soran got trapped in the rubble. A pillar fractured her femur and shattered her pelvis.” The way he spoke was as if he had memorized the transcript itself. “Soran was trapped for eight hours before she was un-buried and brought to your ED. A pulmonary fat embolism, something you said that can’t be prevented or treated, can form six hours after even a single fracture.”

Your bottom lip quivered and you bit down on it in a poor attempt to control your emotions. These were all facts you knew. Logically, you understood everything, but there was a part of you that could not shake the guilt that planted roots in your heart. The entire trial you had sat in a haze. You barely remembered the specifics of those days. In fact, only one memory stuck with you⏤ the hatred and rage in Kurt’s eyes as he stared at you from the court gallery.

“There’s nothing you can say that I haven’t heard before, Din.” You mumbled.

“I know. I’m sure.” Din nodded once. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to say it.” He rested his forehead against yours. “Ner kar’ta, you did not kill your best friend.” The unshed tears collecting in your eyes spilled over. “Soran did not die by your hands. You were just the last hands to care for her⏤ the last hands to show her love.”

#ask game #sometimes when i write #i'm accidentally insightful

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lec743 · 6 months

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Darksiders Concept Thingy With Strife (3)

Strife was taking the lead as he was the one who got the whereabouts, from Vulgrim, for one of the ingredients they needed to bring back humanity. It was an enjoyable journey, because he and the human Alex were trading jokes.

She sat on Mayhem, fiddling with a project of hers that she says will help her make clothes. She smiled easily at him as her eyes were focused on her task. It was odd for Strife. He felt like it was only him and her in the world as the two of them talked. Unless, of course, Fury or Death had anything smarmy they wanted to add to the conversation. War was quiet, but whenever Strife checked on him, the giant nephilim was watching, obviously engaged with everyone talking.

The world around them trilled with her laughter when he told her a particularly bad joke. Strife smiled at her glee and at the groan that Death and Fury made.

"You're awful,' Alex said through her giggling.

"Ah, Princess. You wound me," Strife playfully lamented.

She laughed again. She fully looked up at him as she stopped working, then said, "Princess? When did I become a princess?"

Strife shrugged. "It makes since. You're small and fragile. That's what most princesses I know are like."

"You don't know any princesses," Fury snarked.

"Well apparently now he does," Alex teased back. Then she sighed and said, "But I am offended that I'm viewed as weak and fragile. It makes me feel useless."

"You are weak and fragile," War stated plainly.

"But you're not useless," Strife was quick to add when he saw the sadness seep a bit deeper into her half smile. "The way you defeated that grappleclaw with that environmental trap you set up was amazing."

"Which I still think was unnecessary and dangerous. We didn't need help," Death reminded Alex of his opinion.

Fury playful swatted Death with the back of her hand against his chest as she chuckled, "You just didn't like that it was you that she was helping."

"You're welcome, by the way," Alex said with a smile at Death.

Death only rolled his eyes as he raised his head and hands up slightly like he was asking the heavens why he was stuck with these people.

Alex then turned her attention back on Strife. "But anyways, if you're dead set on calling me princess, then I'm going to have to call you My Knight."

Fury gagged and Alex laughed, but Strife was just momentarily speechless over the idea of Alex seeing him as a hero or a protector of some kind. It's a new feeling.

"I have to say. I am determined to keep calling you princess... Princess"

She blew a raspberry at him through her laughter then said, "Very well, my knight," in a very elegant voice.

Fury gagged even louder and said, "Please go back to calling him Mr. Quickdraw Mcgraw."

"I will. But someone sounds jealous," Alex teased, "Do you want a nickname too?"

"That is not necessary."

"What? You don't want me to call you beautiful?"

It was Strife's turn to gag. "Please don't. She's got a big enough ego."

Fury was glaring at Strife as she said, "Besides we all already know I'm the prettiest one here."

"Maybe so," Alex conceded as Strife did silent, rude hand gestures at Fury, "but humanity, even before the apocalypses, lost a lot of information because people thought, "Everyone knows this, why would we restate it anywhere else," and well I think your beauty shouldn't be lost to the sands of time. You know?"

Strife could see everyone looking at Alex in complete confusion and he knew he was mirroring his siblings on the matter. Fury was actively avoiding the human woman's warm smile and gaze. Strife saw her hand twitching on her sword whip, like she wanted to use it on something.

"Alex, I think you're being too nice. You're going to start giving us ideas?" Strife joked.

She turned her attention back on Strife. "What's wrong with ideas. You all act like you've never been giving a complement, or had someone say thank you to you or anything else nice for that matter?

"That's because you keep acting like we're human." Strife stated.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

An uncomfortable silence fell on everyone as she looked expectantly at Strife, waiting for an answer that none of them can properly answer.

Eventually, Death's voice cut through the silence, asking, "How much farther until we reach our destination, Strife."

The human and nephilim turn their attention to the oldest of the group and Strife was, for once, eager to answer him, "It's just a few more hours away."

Death nodded. "Good."

Strife walked a little bit ahead, passing by Alex's sad and disappointed look as she went back to working on her project.

So much for being her knight, he thought.

#darksiers #fanfiction #darksiders strife #You know I'm only characterizing Strife based on how everyone else has written him.#Since I have yet to play the game he actually stars in I don't know how on point my characterization of the man is #it's very odd on my part #How on point am I by the way #I'm asking those who have played the game he's in

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PM666Reads - Fic Recs - July 2022

Please heed all the warnings on the individual fics. I am not responsible for what you choose to read.

To the authors - thank you for putting in the work 💕no one gets enough recognition so thank you for taking the time to write and being brave enough to share it with us 💟

📖Sam Winchester

Cuddling - @justagirlinafandomworld -

Bake My Breath Away - @writercole - Sam used to have the best bakery in town– until one day, his brother stops coming to him for pie.

📖Bradley Bradshaw

Lieutenant Bradshaw Pt 1-3 - @evansrogerskitten - Rooster was always an attentive, sweet, passionate lover who made sure you always got what you needed. But then one day you find out there was something the Lieutenant needed. And he wasn’t going to ask twice.

A Glimpse Of Them - @bradshawsbaby - Not sure if request are open so if not ignore me but have you considered an imagine of Maverick watching Rooster and his wife and it reminding him of Goose and Carole? Like maybe Mrs Bradshaw is sitting on Rooster’s lap as he plays piano and they’re being cute and Maverick gets nostalgic. Either way love love your blog!

Prank Wars - @mavswife - HC prank wars

Crash Landing - @writercole - Sometimes, it takes throwing yourself in imminent danger to realize your true feelings.

Hold My Hand - @w0nderw0mansw0rld - It’s rare that Bradley and you have a whole weekend to yourselves, so whenever that was the case you made the most of it.

A Very Dangerous Game - @a-reader-and-a-writer - no summary

Rise & Shine - @wildbornsiren - Waking up to Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw hogging your bed after a night of fooling around leads to some birthday morning celebration.

Push - @wildbornsiren - All you and Bradshaw really need is a push. Luckily the team is there to help you out.

📖Jake Seresin

Whispered Promise - @writercole - You don’t date Navy pilots. But you might make an exception when one wants to take you for a ride.

Soft - @bradshaw-fanclub - Unpopular opinion? I fully believe Hangman is a cocky SOB, ‼️BUT‼️ I also believe he has this soft side of him that comes out when he’s with the girl he falls like head over heals for. So I took that and absolutely ran with it, dudes

Liminal Space - @wildbornsiren - Of all the places you could have run into Jake “Hangman” Seresin, the laundromat wasn’t even on the list. Even more unusual, he’s claiming that you’re the one that got away after a night of drinking.

Worth The Wait - @a-reader-and-a-writer - no summary

Mercy - @writercole - A bet puts Jake at his girlfriend’s mercy. Until he can’t take anymore.

Again - @wildbornsiren - Just a drabble about Jake getting his face wet.

Face fucking - @lorecraft - no summary

Lazy Mornings - @seresinhangmanjake -

Gotta Be Quicker - @2fabul0us4 - you join your fellow pilots on the beach for a game of football with a side of flirting.

The Competition Never Ends - @justalonelyslytherin - Jake gets the best surprise his wife could give him before both of them get surprised with the gender of their little one. In true Hangman fashion, he organized something grand.

Night Owl - @youlightmeupfinn - One thing that Hangman never understood was how you functioned as a night owl. But it’s one of those things, he wouldn’t trade for anything in this world.

He Calls You 'My Girl' - @youlightmeupfinn - HC

Untitled flangst drabble - @wildbornsiren - no summary

Untitled fluff drabble - @winterscaptain - no summary

Untitled smut - @charnelhouse - no summary

Why Don't You Stay & Not The Wife - @writercole - Jake’s gotta leave. Phoenix has some wise words

Easy - @evansrogerskitten - Jake edges you all night at the annual Navy Ball

📖Robert Floyd

Call Me By My Name -@writercole - Bob’s girlfriend learns a very valuable lesson.

The Bet - @a-reader-and-a-writer - no summary

Fireworks - @writercole - Bob’s girlfriend gets a firework show of her own.

Magnetism - @wildbornsiren - They say if you love something, set it free. You walked away years ago and Bob let you go. But now you’re back, fate dealing him a hand he never thought he’d get.

📖Dean Winchester

Second Chances pt. 13 & 14 - @waywardbaby - He is a man starting new, seeking a second chance after everything he ever loved was lost. She is a woman running away from her past, trying to forget and make a new beginning. Their paths cross at “Second Chances”, a bar that may very well mean its name and help both of them find exactly what they’re looking for.

Sacrifice - @deanwinchesterswitch - sac’ri·fice’ v. 1 to give up something that is valuable to you in order to help another person 2 to give up something for something else considered more important (Cambridge Dictionary, 2020)

Reluctant Renegade prologue - @deangirl93 - After the night that saw his transformation into a vampire, resulting in the death of his wife, Dean spends his lifetime seeking revenge on the one that turned him. Reluctantly living outside the law because of what he is, he finds his niche as a bounty hunter, hired by families looking for someone, anyone to avenge the deaths of their loved ones. He doesn’t play by the rules, finding justice for the victims by any means necessary. But as dead bodies rack up and catch the attention of a young, naive but by-the-book detective, she won’t stop until she finds out who’s responsible for them. Dean knows he has to convince her of his innocence, but can he do that while maintaining his secret? And when the alpha that sired him finds him first, can he keep Y/N safe?

📖Bucky Barnes

Sunglasses and Orange Peels - @justagirlinafandomworld

Oh, Bucky - @justagirlinafandomworld - Just before your third date, Bucky takes a hit to the head during a mission which messes up some of his speech. But he wants to score with you, so he’s got to be clever to pass for normal.

📖Steve Rogers

Backstage Romance - @cockslutpadalecki - Being given the opportunity to host an award show alongside Steve Rogers is a dream come true, and when he propositions you as you’re about to go on stage, you find it hard to concentrate on anything other than your co-host’s filthy mouth.

Is It Too Late Now To Say Sorry - @cockslutpadalecki - mean!Steve washes your mouth out with soap when you curse in front of him 😈

Engaged - @cockslutpadalecki - Steve’s not happy he’s being replaced.

Diner Date - @justagirlinafandomworld - no summary

📖Soldier Boy

When Reality Is Worse than the Lies They Told Me - @kickingitwithkirk - The Boys have come to hide out with you

Untitled smut drabble - @charnelhouse - I can’t get the thought of soldier boy taking me from behind. Face forced down into the bed. Him calling me a desperate little slut and telling me if u want it so bad to fuck myself on his cock.

📖Henry Cavill

Risky - @littlefreya -What would cockwarming Henry be like?

📖Rhett Abbott

Look What You Made Me Do - @writercole -Rhett sends his girlfriend a little something while she’s on a business trip.

Sweet & Sugar - @wildbornsiren - Rhett Abbott drops by to help you repair some fences. He finds out exactly how sweet you are.

Riding Rhett - @hederasgarden - Rhett teaches you the proper way to ride a bull (and him).

I'm Jaded - @wildbornsiren - The morning after isn’t always a disappointment.

After Midnight - @wildbornsiren - It doesn’t matter if he’s won or lost, just that he’s home.

Declaration - @wildbornsiren - Rhett decides to take things public.

📖Lloyd Hansen

Under The Cover Of Darkness - @cockslutpadalecki - Managing to escape Lloyd is a feat in itself, but staying hidden? Impossible.

#Jake Seresin #Bradley Bradshaw #Robert Floyd #Henry Cavill #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #Rhett Abbott #Soldier Boy #lloyd hansen #sam winchester #dean winchester

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Hi Yorshie!

(Edit from the future. I'm sorry this is so long)

I'm the same annon who mentioned the Leo and Hawkeye comparison, and I actually really liked and agree with your opinions! I didn't know how to articulate them before, and it's actually been a long minute since I've seen any MASH, but I really loved your analysis of the characters! I absolutely agree 100% that the similarities are on the surface, but once you get down into the meat of their personalities and how they handle conflict (past their masks), they really are very different. I think I initially considered the two very, very, very similar because I have been considering some of the Fandoms more angsty aus of Leo instead of the original version from the cartoon. Either way, thank you so much for writing a whole character analysis just for little o'l me! *happy spin*

I still like the characters and their similarities a lot, and I wonder how they would bounce off each other if they ever did meet? I don't know when or how that would happen, but would they be friends? would their competitive nature's create conflict? friends to enemies over the course of the war? could they even become enemies when all they want is for the fighting to. just. stop?! would they initially bond of their similar mask styles and then later grow resentful when Leo would inevitably rise *giggles* up to the challenge? hmm. I also think there would be a ton of comedy potential in a character pairing like that if you also consider their age gap. Would Pierce find Leo's teen antics amusing and remind him of himself when he was a teen, or would they constantly be at odds because Leo has No Respect for authority?

My parents would leave M*A*S*H on the TV when I was a kid, so I remember seeing the characters all the time, which is how I know anything about it at all. A couple of years ago, I sat down to watch it from the beginning and in order. While I enjoyed it, I got distracted in the middle and never picked it back up, so I wouldn't really be able to call myself much of a fan, I guess. That being said, my favorite character from M*A*S*H has always been B.J. Honeycut! I was a prankster when I was a kid, and I loved that even though he was an adult, B.J. also liked to clown around and be silly. He also really loves his wife and child, and he actively misses them all the time.

(also gives Henry Blake and Trapper John the grinchiest side-eye I can muster)

I'm thrilled you got to see the movie and that you enjoyed it! I love the Rise movie so much that when I had to get my first root canal, I picked it to watch during my appointment to help keep me calm (I had already seen it 5 or 6 times lmaooo) and I actually giggled several times while the dentists were hollowing out my molar (my husband, there for emotional support, couldn't believe it 😅🤣)

Thank you again for sharing your art, time, and energy with us! (Continue to hydrate friend! Many hugs)

Hello Nonnie! Thank you for coming by again! Absolutely don't worry about the length of the ask lol it's all good.

(Side bar before I get into the Leo and Hawkeye talk, at least Trapper had an agreement with his wife. Idk if that agreement included she could do as she pleased while he was away at the war, but he was at least up front about his infidelities.)

I think if Hawkeye and Rise Leonardo were ever to meet, it would be an explosion of many different things at once. First and foremost being, I think it would break Hawkeye a little bit. Let's not forget that Leo would be sixteen at the time of the movie (if that's when they would meet) and I imagine Hawkeye would 1. be insanely angry a kid was risking his life, followed by 2. insanely angry to hear that this kid blames himself for everything bad happening. I think it would be a complete 180 if Hawkeye met Leo when he was older, maybe further into the war, because as much as a wonderful character Hawkeye is I don't think he could be in the same room with the man that "started the war" without busting a vein to is heart and dying on the spot or having a complete mental break. (i know you say you haven't watched the show a lot so I won't spoil specific things but Hawkeye's state of mind is a reoccurring factor)

I think they'd get along personality wise if Hawkeye never found out Leo was "responsible" for the war. And since Hawkeye has no respect for authority himself, I don't think Leo having none would bother him at all. Probably hijinks would ensue though lol, i mean it is Rise after all.

BJ is by far one of the best characters in M*A*S*H. I think my favorite episode with him (that's not heavy) is Dear Siegfried, and I'd recommend it if you haven't seen it yet. The best part about M*A*S*H is how real each character feels, how they each have their own goals and flaws.

Included some M*A*S*H gifs for you hehe

#ask away!#i will say though.... trapper's smile is downright lethal #goodbye farewell and until we speak again nonnie :)

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Hey hey heeey~ I just thought of something. What if from the order where the female reader country was forced to get married (That one from Germany and Russia) her boss tells them after a year of the marriage that they want her to get divorced and marry another country for convenience? Saying something like:

"Oh well, since we are better off there is no need for you to stay married to that country, rather I will engage you to another one from which we will get more benefit. Think about your people first and then how you feel, I don't care if you are both in love, you are someone very nice and outgoing lady, I'm sure any other better country will want to marry you."

Do you think it could be with the characters England, America, Russia, Germany, Canada and Sweden. All separately with 2p version and Yandere 2p? If you want to do it either way that's fine! Thank you very much

I only did four out of the six characters. This is because of my character limit is four, unless you ask for a specific group. You are more than welcome to request part two for the ones I didn’t do, or even a part one for the ones I did this time. A yandere version could also be written. Thank you again for the request, I hope you have a good day!

Russia – When his little wife comes to him with this appalling news Viktor will not be pleased. He had publicly declared that he loved you, and you had done the same. Viktor had also gone above and beyond in his duties as a husband. His love for you had led to amazingly beneficial for your people, and yet your boss wanted to end that.

Viktor, on the other hand, does understand that your boss wants what’s best for your people, but he doesn’t care. As long as you are healthy and he can help you, then there is no need for another. Viktor also carries the belief that divorce is only needed for extreme situations, and that other problems can and should be worked out.

In addition, if you are willing, Viktor is willing to raise hell to protect your marriage. He starts simply enough, pressuring your boss with his presence and offering details about why the two of you should remain united. Treaties and trade are the biggest pushes Viktor gives, but as time goes on, they become what Viktor uses against your boss. Many nations would avoid trading because of Viktor’s words, while enemies would start to rise from almost nowhere.

In the end, your boss will give in. Viktor is a big nation with lots to offer, he is correct in that he can not only provide for you but your people as well. So, why not keep letting him do so.

Sweden – Bernard only looks like he takes the news well. Though his hustru knows better, they can see the tightness in his smile. He is not pleased. Even if you thought had a fleeting feeling of just giving in to your boss, Bernard is there to remind you why it is important to fight for your marriage.

Being silver-tongued, Bernard has the benefit of easing his hustru while also convincing your boss to drop this evil idea. It may take some work, but Bernard is not easily dissuaded. He will spend hours with your boss, learning all he can while still dropping hints about how there is no benefit to taking you from him.

If it doesn’t work, then your boss gets annoyed. He won’t outright yell because Bernard has been nothing but diplomatic to him. Your boss may not even be able to deny the good points, but your boss refuses to give in. Especially since other bosses have sent in letters about marrying you to their nations. This is Bernard’s tipping point.

From this Bernard will resort to his final trick, disappearing. He has done with all kinds of people for all kinds of reasons throughout the centuries. Even though his own bosses have found some hiding places, they haven’t found them all. So, Bernard, will bring you both to the oldest one and hunker down until this is all done away with.

Since both of you are important, I can see this working. After like three months, your boss will give in and your marriage will be stronger than ever.

England – At the news Oliver is going to be shocked. He knew that bosses could be stupid, but he never knew that one would be so stupid as to cross him. His shock turns into giggles as he walks over to you and gives a quick kiss. Smoothing your hair, Oliver lets you know not to worry.

Oliver is the king of getting his way. He comes on strong because he wants to make sure that your boss knows why this should not go through. Firstly, Oliver is gonna send a box of cupcakes and a letter. The cupcakes won’t kill, but your boss is gonna feel all kinds of sick. Think the cupcakes Todd Packer gives out in the Office. The letter will be simply written, but still carry the deadly intent. It contains details about what should happen if your boss would continue to attempt to destroy his marriage.

You won’t be able to warn your boss about any of this, because you’ll be with Oliver, enjoying a wonderful date. He also won’t tell you that this is his plan. The only clue you get that anything happened is a phone call.

The call pretty much your boss apologizing for attempting to hurt you and saying have a good night with Oliver. After you two celebrate, Oliver will call your boss. He tells your boss a simple thank you, before walking over to cuddle with you.

Germany – This lazy guard dog gets aggressive once in a while, and this is that moment. He is your husband; he has given himself to you and only you. If you can’t stop your boss, he will. The thought alone of you being taken, causes his angry burns so intensely that he starts to turn red. His breathing gets ragged, and Luther grabs the nearest phone.

With the phone in hand, Luther dials your boss. In those tense few seconds of silence, attempts at calming him down only lead to him pulling you to him. There he just pets your head, until your boss answers. Not even a syllable is spoken before the grilling starts.

Words of anger, betrayal, and threats fly from the mouths of both parties. It takes about five minutes before the phone is angrily thrown down. Pulling you even closer, Luther promises that he will fix this and ensure that you two will remain as one.

Luther’s next choice of action is to use his resources. First, he will go to his boss. Offer deals in ways that could help you two remain together. If they work great, Luther will return to his laid-back self, if not then it's gonna get scary.

Luther calls on favors that he’s been owed. It adds up to quite a bit and tell them all to either drop their courtship or face his fists. This works for many nations, there are many recalls and a huge drop of interest in you. Those that still persist, Luther calls in the rest of the Axis for help. He will do the beat down, but the rest of them help keep away the allies of the offender.

In the end, you two win. Mainly because everyone realizes Luther loves you enough to give up his lazy lifestyle, and this leads to no one wanting to court you. Luther’s aggressive state will calm with the news, and he will go back to being a lazy guard dog. Always close, giving you affection and you two will celebrate like true husband and wife.

Yandere Version: So, the yandere version of this story would have ended differently. There would have been more stalking, and preparations made by the nations to ensure that their sweet little ray of light remains theirs. Also, in my opinion, yandere is a horror trope and as such having them as her husband would be horrific. Unless Stockholm syndrome takes hold, it's only gonna be bliss for one party.

Russia – As a yandere who had his родная within his arms, Viktor is willing to go to war to ensures that she stays there.

It will start simply enough, like his normal self, Viktor will mention lists of why they should remain together. Similar things as before, but his patience is much shorter than before. As in, the second it is confirmed he has a rival, hell will be raised.

Yandere Viktor does it very simply. Starve your country out. It starts with blockades, the intimidating huge Russian warships start to affect trade. Then it escalates to raiding incoming ships and shooting down planes. It is nothing pretty, and your country will struggle to fight back against this world power.

As your citizens suffer, you will start to feel ill. Viktor’s hurt by your pain; he doesn’t show it though. Instead, he holds you close, doing his best to comfort you. Running his fingers through your hair, asking what you need, administering medicine, and more. Though, there would be times when you are alone because of Viktor having to lead the charge against your people. After all, he was the one that wanted it.

In the end, your country is on the verge of collapse. So, they give into the Russian Government, maybe even suggest a merger. Viktor is pleased that you won’t be taken from him and didn’t even have to resort to full-out war. Viktor is saddened at your ill state, but he promises to help you rebuild, after all his influences will help make it all better.

Sweden – Bernard is quick to act the second he realizes that your marriage is under threat. He has a horribly awful plan.

First and foremost, you are hidden away. Just like normal Bernard, he will use one of his oldest and best-hidden hiding places. For anyone that is curious, his best hiding spot is like a big hobbit hole. Deep in the ground, warm and cozy. That little piece of nerdiness is where you will stay. It’s nice until you realize that only Bernard knows where the door is.

Well, Bernard then goes on the offensive. Taking care of any challenges that threaten his spot as your husband. Eventually, that’s not enough, so Bernard decides to target the source of his marital distress, your boss. With the begrudging help of his brothers, they take your capital. This is where you start to feel ill. For as your capital burns, so do you.

Once your boss is cornered, a simple secret declaration is signed. It is a law that decrees that you shall never be taken from Bernard. As nations, no regular citizens shall be alerted to this new law and it leaves you tied to him. After all, it is said until death do you part.

England – Oliver acts very similarly to his yandere self. Though he is much more direct as a yandere.

Yandere Oliver walks into your boss’ office the moment he hears about this foolish plan. His sources, the flying bunnies, would ensure that he hears this plan before you even have a chance to. At this point in your marriage you have finally calmed down, started to accept your place by his side, and he will not risk having you riled up again.

His smile will be like an angered Cheshire cat, wide and tight. No one will want to interact with him and those that watch him pass will pray for his victim. Once he corners your boss and making sure that no one will interfere, Oliver wastes no time drawing his knife.

He is clear with his threat. Let him and his dearie stay together or face a deadly curse. One that would affect all the choices he makes, and yet somehow not harm you in the slightest. Even if your boss gave in to Oliver would make sure scandals would abound, and hopefully, this would push him to either resigning or causing trouble. If your boss causes more trouble then he would have no choice, but to act on your behalf, and kill him.

In the end, Oliver got his wish. You two are still together, and the troublemaker is gone.

Germany – As a yandere, Luther will appear calm at first. It will feel like a trick being played by his kitten. Another attempt at getting away, that is until his own boss calls him.

After that phone call, Luther is quick to start fighting against the order. He starts by asking if you know of anything that could be used against your boss. Scandals, blackmail, family, or even secret pleasures that he could use to his advantage. If you don't give it willingly, then he's gonna force it out of you. Whatever you name, Luther is gonna use.

From there it is simple Luther has his own government back him with whatever info you had forced out of you. It makes for an interesting engagement with your boss. He isn’t happy with what happens, but he is willing to work with the German government.

At first, your boss may just extend the time you two are married. Maybe it’s another year or only a few months, but Luther will take it. This gives him more time to figure out something more damaging.

That more damaging thing is killing off your boss. Luther reasons that if he kills off your boss, the next one will keep you together. Luther will do it up close and personal, using his brass knuckles and then his firearm to finish the job. Sure, your nation will be in flames, but his government can clean up the pieces.

From there it's simple, he helped you in a crisis, and now your marriage is secure.

#2p hetalia #2p headcanons #2p england #2p russia #2p sweden #2p germany

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zozophoenixxx · 3 years

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Serotonin Booster :D 🐉

How to train your dragon edition

Here are some things I had forgotten or little details I just noticed on my rewatch, maybe even Unpopular Opinions 🤭👀

✨Race to the Edge ✨

SEASON 5

Meatlug and Toothless messing around in ep1 when Hiccup and Fishlegs are trying to figure out how to stabilize the island 🥺

I remember when I first watched this I was actually in bio and hearing Ruff and Tuff talk about symbiosis was like " WOW IM LEARNING THAT" 😂😂😂

Symbiotic relationship - symbiosis is the interaction between organisms living in close physical association to the advantage of both

It can lead to -> parasitism - a non-mutual symbiotic relationship between species where the parasite benefits at the expense of the host

- Hookfang and Snotlout have a parasitic relationship JAHDHAHSHA

wait I like that instead of calling a relationship toxic now imma be like "this shii is parasitic peace out ✌🏼️"

HICCSTRID FOREHEAD KISSES OMG😭

I like how Barf and Belch are incredibly strong, I feel like it's a fact that's usually ignored about them

Astrid: *talking about Garf* that dragon has a lot of fight in him

Hiccup: *while placing his hand on her shoulder* he's not the only one

I can't ok I love them too much 🥺

WAIT I JUST NOTICED THE FORESHADOWING WHEN THE TWINS WERE REFERRING TO JOHAN AS A PARASITE OMG 😳

THE BETROTHAL NECKLACE 😭😭😭

Fishlegs licking Astrid's hand is hilariousss nonono it's just that scene in general when Fishlegs is trying to help Astrid find the betrothal gift for Hiccup and she judo-flips him and then sits on him like 🤔

Sandbuster - doesn't like the light. Lives underground.

Astrid riding Toothless to save Hiccup. Just badass.

Hiccup giving Astrid the betrothal necklace and telling her that it's ok that she didn't get him anything bc she's the best gift in the world 🥺

And their hug and the way he moved her out of harm's way whenever Snotlout threw the sword

Still sad abt Shattermaster being replaced by the Triple Stryke

I really liked ep3 whenever they were in Berserker island bc we got to see them actually fighting in battle without their dragons it was pretty cool

The beginning of ep4 is also hilarious I can't with Astrid and Snotlout fighting and then also Astrid beating him up JAHDHAHSHA

- I also always wanted to know what Snotlout said to her 😭😭😭 all of them were just extremely concerned and shocked and Snotlout even had to leave the Edge UGH AHZHZHAG

Atali and the Wingmaidens 👏🏼🤩

"Males would neither understand, nor would they be helpful." Atali is a queen

Vanaheim - the last resting place of all dragons

"Sadness is a matter of perspective. It is how you choose to view something that makes it happy, scary, intriguing, or sad"

Ok so is Stormfly a tracker-class dragon or a sharp-class dragon?

Sentinels - Know all the dragons so they know how to deal with each of their tactics. Run Vanaheim. Have never encountered night furies. Good trackers. Blind. They tend to the island

OMG I FORGOT THAT VANAHEIM IS THE SKELETON OF THE KING OF DRAGONS

HAND HOLDING AND KISSES UFFF THANK U

Hiccstrid kiss count: 3😘

It's the way it's so realistic too, the way he smiles at her, the way he holds her hand and looks at her, the way she puts her hand on his chest and he lightly touches it with his free hand I just can't they're too perfect

Snotlout's excitement to see that Fishlegs was Fishlegs again and not Thor Bonecrusher- I mean the dude went running towards him🥺

I love how Hiccup just knows when Astrid's thinking about something

SPARRING HICCSTRID UGHHH I LOVE THIS SCENE

The way he's just in such a good mood afterwards 🥺

The scene leading up to the moonlight flight in ep7. I love them so much.

Hiccstrid Scene: ep7 min 5:42 -> 7:24

Meatlug's shot was the first to free a Singetail from a dragon flyer

Just realized that Johan not being able to get Hiccup's oil was probably also part of a plan to get them away from the edge to attack

Ok but Snotlout actually taking the initiative to be the leader while Hiccup and Astrid were away

The edge 🥺and when he destroyed his own Hut 🥺 I can't 🥺

I love how Mala and Throk were both trying to put the gang in a better mood

Silicates makes Meatlug drool

Tuffnut's Spanish is amazing we love to see a bilingual king✋🏼👑

Just realized that Krogan's name is well... Krogan. I never actually paid attention to the dude.

OMG WE GET TO SEE DRAGO IN THIS SEASON THIS IS CRAZY

I really like the twins in the Wings of War Episodes, the way they attempt to speak Spanish and start pronouncing the Rrrrrrrrs

Spitelout too lmao the way he helped Hiccup 🤩

It was also Spitelout the one that figured out that the Singetails don't like the altitude

I really love how Hiccup actually found a way to fight the flyers without hurting the Singetails, OMG IT REMINDS ME OF AANG when everyone was telling him to just kill the FIRELORD he found the right way

Tuff has a feet fettish

Stormfly and Garff messing around is too funny I love them sm 😭

Snotlout can be so sad sometimes

The twins singing >>

And that hug between Stormfly and Garff, they're just adorable 🥺🤧

HAHDHSHAHA THE WAY ASTRID LOOKED AT FISHLEGS WHENEVER THE SLITHERWINGS SHOWED

Slitherwings - very poisonous dragons! Even their skin is coated in poison. Like snake appearance. Not much is known about its poison and how it works but there is an antidote -> combination of angel fern root, pine sap and Slitherwing venom. The skin coating protects them from Garff's amber

Stormfly is such a badass omg I love her sm the way she protected Garff

Garff is an excellent shot according to Fishlegs

Fishlegs telling Astrid to look at him is just adorable, the way he wanted her to feel better 😭

Have I mentioned how much I love lil Hiccstrid moments? They dont even have to be romantic but just them? Like he just lightly touched her shoulder and told her to be strong and be there for Stormfly 🥺

Snotlout actually being worried about Astrid 🤧

I will never get over Astrid and Stormfly's relationship and how close they are, they would do anything for each other and Astrid just proved that by going up to the Slitherwing and PUNCHING THE LIL SHIT just to get Stormfly the antidote. AND WHEN SHE STARTED CRYING!!! As Tuffnut said "no one has ever prepared us for something like this"

And the Ruffnut being there for her and protecting her 😭😭😭

Astrid can actually draw

Still pissed about the fact that Hiccup never knew Astrid got poisoned NOW I NEED TO READ A FANFIC ON IT

That scene in Snuffnut [ep11] where Throk arrives to take Ruffnut as his wife is too funny. The way Astrid is pissed since the beginning and both Hiccup and Fishlegs are like "umm nope" AND WHEN HICCUP TAKES ASTRID OUT OF THE SCENE AND ALL YOU CAN HEAR IS HIM SCREAMING AND THESE RANDOM NOISES 😩😩😩😂

It really bothered me that Astrid had to stay behind in Looking for Oswald... And Chicken [ep12] just to take care of the twins when we could've had some Hiccstrid 😩😭 but it makes sense because Astrid is the only one Hiccup can actually trust on to keep things under control because even though Fishlegs is kinda sane neither the twins nor Snotlout would listen to him and Snotlout would definitely join the twins or just make things worse somehow. I mean they've both proven themselves to be fully capable but well- yk... Astrid is just Astrid

Astrid and Stormfly's faces whenever the twins said they needes a dragon that loves tracking and chicken😭😂😩

Chicken covering her tracks and Snotlout as narrator 😂

Omg Dagur saw Oswald's dead body... He even had to bury him and wow-

Grim Gnashers - hunters that prey on the sick dragons in Vanaheim.

Chicklet🐥🐥🐥🐥

SNOTLOUT'S TAN LINE OMGGG

"Please let me hurt him. Please? Just-- just a little?"JAHSHAHAJAJ I LOVE AGGRESSIVE DAGUR

Fishlegs saying that "Snotlout can actually be pretty handy in an air battle" is so true. Like we mostly see Snotlout as this dumb, sarcastic, rebellious dude who doesn't care about anyone but himself and but that's actually not true he's actually caring and will fight for the ones he loves but he won't say that because he cares too much about what others think of him 😭

I really dislike Johan sm u guys don't understand like I used to like him and feel bad whenever ppl cut him short but ughhhhhhh it's the subtle things too like him telling Heather to give them the dragon eye, him screaming in Snotlout's ear, not extending his hand to grab Heather, and him putting his hand out to "grab" the lens but just causing Snotlout to drop it

The way Heather jumped to get Windshear and the way Windshear kept telling her to leave and save herself

Archipelago gold = The clouds of corn = pop corn

I can't believe I'm about to start season 6 this is actually so sad

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hi suki! wanted to tell you this bc i have no one else to talk about it with ><

( you can answer this when the English chapter releases! i was able to read it because my friend bought the WSJ issue)

I was trying to udnerstand Naoy's character, so I was reding everything from CH138-151 again. I'm kinda sad at how people just calls Naoya a Toji fanboy (though true LMAO) and not realizing how Toji really influenced his persona. Like the admiration Naoya held for Toji is so deeply engraved in him that he, who was called a genius sorcerer as a child, looks up to a man who was called a failure. Toji is probably the only man in the clan that he respected, that's why toji's level of strength became his "picture" to follow. And I think a lot of who Naoya has become is because the Zen'ins literally groomed the decency out of him. Still, though groomed to be everything he is, he himself chose not to change anything about it.

(wait but also?? little naoya looks cute like he would guide old ladies on the ped xing so what the fuck happened after that)

I guess one major reason why he does not respect anyone else in the clan (besides his superiority complex) is because of the Zen'in's concept of what is marked as strong. Like, the way they see and treated him as if he's the best sorcerer in the making, yet failing to see Toji's powers and rejecting him fully. It's something similar to Mai when she said "Maki has talent that I don't. And the clan rejected that; that talent that I lacked", except Naoya is raised to be a confident (arrogant?) child, thus he takes it as a challenge instead and works to achieve it.

So, when Maki reached the level of Toji, I think his reaction wasn't simply stemmed on his "fanboy" antics, but his desperation of being part of that level of strength. I think he's more irritated in the fact that Maki, someone who he does not see anywhere near as strong as he is (though he does say Maki is strong in chapter 138), reached a level of strength that he hasn't; that he is trying hard to achieve. It's also the same with having your favorite superhero getting defeated. And Naoya's in denial that there is someone else who could be the same as Toji.

I like how he's an antagonist that was not build under the foundation of a sob backstory (though it was a v small sneak peak of his background and was mainly centered with his admiration for toji, plus I think people forget that Naoya is an antagonist), how he acknowledges that he has not reached that level of strength. Of course, I'm angsty about his misogynistic ideals. I get that he's from a very traditionalist clan so... yeah. I mean, no child is born evil. Children learn from those around them (I've seen many people say he's trash since he was a kid when he said that "i wonder what miserable face he has", but like he's a kid, he doesn't know what he's saying AHSJFJWJQ8QR he was either taught that or he just learned it from others. Funnily enough, he does say toji has a pretty face now LMAO). Maybe it stems from something else, maybe it didn't.

I'm not saying him trying to kill Megumi is forgotten (Though, the Jujutsu Society is a place where teens get executed for the simple fact that they are too strong, so im not surprised. Just like Noritoshi said, age does not matter in Jujutsu Society). I see now why he was really pissed about Megumi being the head, since Naoya has been promised the position since he was young, only to loose of a 15 year old who is the son of the man he admires :')) However, still, none of it excuses the shit he did. He still has a shitty personality, but it's nice to know a bit of a background.

Anyway, that's all for now. My English is bad so that might be all over the place •`,`• That's just my take on it so I could be wrong or maybe seeing him wrong since we still don't know much abt him. I'm always scared to talk about naoya because the last time i did (on twt) i got a backlash of hate (ppl really do get hate just from admiring someone's characterization). Your blog is like a safe haven for naoya stans, so i thank you for that hehe.

Have a nice day suki!! kisses~

(also this is a PSPSPSPS to a naoya childhood friends au fic pls 👁👁)

bestie omg I am so sorry, I found this deep in my inbox and I am *shakes* and yes yes let’s talk about naoya, I would be more than glad to and I’m sorry I didn’t see this any sooner!! more rants and simping under the cut

I'm kinda sad at how people just calls Naoya a Toji fanboy (though true LMAO) and not realizing how Toji really influenced his persona. Like the admiration Naoya held for Toji is so deeply engraved in him that he, who was called a genius sorcerer as a child, looks up to a man who was called a failure. Toji is probably the only man in the clan that he respected, that's why toji's level of strength became his "picture" to follow. And I think a lot of who Naoya has become is because the Zen'ins literally groomed the decency out of him. Still, though groomed to be everything he is, he himself chose not to change anything about it.

omg for this…I’m actually like…like I love the detail that naoya admires toji? as we can see from the panel of little naoya, it’s like people have already planted in his head that no cursed energy = loser, yet he ended up admiring him and I am,,,my heart is just soft! exactly! just think of naoya born as a genius sorcerer yet his admiration for toji, who is painted as the clan’s failure, helped shape him into who he is! idk but I just really love the fact that naoya, who is like born with the pressure and role of being clan leader, somewhat strays from tradition and ends up finding strength into toji and even strives to follow him or “stand by him” someday. for me, it just shows that perhaps naoya isn’t really half as bad as he should be in an honest sense, meaning that he’s evil or morally corrupt because he was born that way or because he chose to be that way. I do agree that perhaps he is the way he is now because he’s groomed to be like that, but of course, I’m not going to disregard the fact that somewhere along the way, Naoya could’ve matured to choose himself to not embody the misogynistic tradition of the zen’in clan.

This could just be me, but my interpretation of it is that Naoya seems more like the perfect product or embodiment of how the clan shaped him to be, blinded him with false morals and the patriarchy presiding into them. Rather than Naoya being just “a misogynistic arrogant man” in my perspective and my opinion, I see him more into the bigger picture of his toxic upbringing to begin with. Like, no child is born evil unless there’s like a predetermined curse deciding their fate for them, so its partly the Zen’in clan’s fault he’s that way. But Gege showing that Naoya admiring someone the Zen’in clan disregarded, it shows that he is capable of being himself without the clause of his clan enforcing things to him once again, like the whole “he’s gonna be the future clan leader” thing, though that is still heavily embedded within him.

(wait but also?? little naoya looks cute like he would guide old ladies on the ped xing so what the fuck happened after that)

OMGGGG PLEASE THAT’S SO CUTE, HE LOOKED SO INNOCENT AND ADORABLE BUT EVEN AS A CHILD HE WAS ALREADY CALLING PEOPLE A LOSER LIKE EYE

I guess one major reason why he does not respect anyone else in the clan (besides his superiority complex) is because of the Zen'in's concept of what is marked as strong. Like, the way they see and treated him as if he's the best sorcerer in the making, yet failing to see Toji's powers and rejecting him fully. It's something similar to Mai when she said "Maki has talent that I don't. And the clan rejected that; that talent that I lacked",except Naoya is raised to be a confident (arrogant?) child, thus he takes it as a challenge instead and works to achieve it.

Anon, is it just me or like…was his superiority complex also enforced on him by the Zen’in clan as well? Again this could just be me going all psychologist mode on Naoya but the nature of superiority complex is quite interesting, you know! As a psych student, I perfectly understand that superiority complex either stems from several things like a) wanting to live up to one’s or others expectations, b) masking it with a deep stem of insecurity, or c) it’s a coping mechanism. See, I could go on and on about but then I’d have to link all my past studies lmao so let’s just put it on layman’s terms that my interpretation of Naoya’s superiority complex is once again, influenced by the clan. Imagine being a kid born into a clan where people remind you again and again that you’re the future leader, that you would be the one to guide them or protect them or discuss the clan’s future and status once you grow, and you’re quite groomed for it.

For such pressure to be put on a child’s shoulders, it kind of strips off his youth and instead of him enjoying his youth, I can imagine that it took a toll on little Naoya, and the reason he grew his superiority complex is his way to cope and reach the standards and expectations that is given to him. Of course, he’s a kid, he might start to wonder, “Can I even do all of that?” but seeing as the Zen’in clan highly measures strength and growth based on abilities, cursed energy, and overall just to conform into the image they’ve held for years, it’s quite obvious that Naoya can’t exactly voice out his worries over this, so instead, he masks it with a superiority complex that absolutely boosts him to a higher level, thus giving him the confidence he needed to carry out his tasks and the reassurance that, “Yes, I am worthy and I will be the clan leader.” As for your theory that he takes it as a challenge, I can see where you’re coming from! I think Naoya is the type of person who definitely likes to challenge himself, but one of the reasons I love his character so much is because he’s not completely a brainless “head on straight to war” type of person too.

He knows his limits and knows which side he should be in, as showed when Yuuta came and mans surrendered easily. Idk why but to me, Naoya, who is such an arrogant confident man who has high trust in abilities, but at the same time can admit when someone is stronger than him (like him admiring Toji and Gojo) just makes him more human and a little more beautifully flawed. Like, he’s not perfect and he’s most definitely an irritating character, but the way he was written is just *chef’s kiss*

Yes, ah I really do love this theory that he’s more irritated because in his mind, he’s like, “I’m a genius sorcerer! I was meant to be clan leader! This is my rightful spot to be a strong one, so how come Maki, who is a woman, with no zero cursed energy has reached the level of the person I looked up most to?” again, Naoya didn’t say that and those are just my opinions and brainrot so don’t come at me for it uwu, but yeah I do think that he’s very aggravated that he didn’t react that level first. Because I guess you could say, he’s probably alluding that Maki reaching Toji’s strength = them being equals, and ofc Naoya wanted to be the one standing beside them. It probably hit his superiority complex that he wasn’t the one in Maki’s spot especially when he tried so hard to achieve it, and considering the gifts he was given (same cursed technique as his dad and him having cursed energy) it threw him off.

Yeah, Naoya is most likely in denial and becomes aggressive over it, although I don’t really mean physically aggressive because Naoya is actually quite calm and ‘composed.’ If ever he did go on a rampage, he does it in such a suave, calculated manner with this silent confidence that he will win. It kind of makes you root for him because he even fools the audience (by audience I mean ME) that he’s going to OWN that fight but whoop, he got his ass kicked. Plus ten points for confidence and a bonus thousand points for being sexy though!!! Yeah, omg he’s probably in disbelief that a woman of all people could be like the person he admired most.

OMG YESSSS ANON YES YES YES *slams down simping button angrily* That’s what I like about him too! Even though Naoya is cocky and wayyyy too arrogant for his own good, I also like that he acknowledges he’s not quite in a level he wants to be in yet. And hah, his backstory, it wasn’t totally sob because it’s obvious he was much too doted on, but I still hate how they made him like that. True, if he’s still carrying the same misogynistic ideals as he is now in an age where he has the mental capacity to improve and be different, then the belief has become more of a choice than something engraved into him, which I am really disappointed and not really into because of course, he’d be much better if he wasn’t like that in the first place. LOLOLOLOL yes yes he’s a kid, it sure as hell doesn’t excuse the way he is now but like just think !!

if a kid was spouting out such mean words and CLEARLY no one is correcting him, who really is the problem here? A child has a harder time deciphering what is right and wrong by himself without proper guidance. And he didn’t have proper guidance, they really just let him be like that and it’s because the clan!! sucks !! ass !! YEAH he probably called toji with a miserable face because he hasn’t seen him before but after seeing the iconic dilf, Naoya gone be like, “anyways, I lied, moving on—”

I'm not saying him trying to kill Megumi is forgotten (Though, the Jujutsu Society isa place where teens get executed for the simple fact that they are too strong, so im not surprised. Just like Noritoshi said, age does not matter in Jujutsu Society). I see now why he was really pissed about Megumi being the head, since Naoya has been promised the position since he was young, only to loose of a 15 year old who is the son of the man he admires :')) However, still, none of it excuses the shit he did. He still has a shitty personality, but it's nice to know a bit of a background.

yeah no of course, no worries! even as a hardcore naoya stan, I can admit this dude is TERRIBLE for so many reasons! yeah I mean that could be pretty irritating because he was born for it, raised to be clan leader, groomed and expected he’d have that role, but nah someone else took his throne. yeah I’m with you on that, naoya has a shitty personality and I would totally smack him if he was real because he makes my eyes roll to the back of my head, but knowing his background and theorizing (read: me going all psychologist mode because he’s the only character I ever cared about to apply my studies into) his character is quite fun. I wish we had more scenes with Naoya though, I really hoped he’d play a bigger role but he just…died, I guess, though I’m starting to believe that maybe he really isn’t dead! Gege did him dirty omg I’ll cry again if it’s really GENUINELY confirmed my baby is gone.

ah no worries about your English, I didn’t really notice anything wrong with it tbh! And I understand, these are all just our opinions/theories/perspectives, we could be wrong or not, we don’t really know because we’re not Gege (⋟﹏⋞) NOOOO PEOPLE HATED YOU ON THAT? ISTG I’VE NEVER SEEN A FANDOM CANCEL SOMEONE AS MUCH AS JJK FANDOM CANCELS NAOYA AND NAOYA STANS LIKE – he’s just a fictional character omg, cancelling naoya is understandable because I would too but attacking his fans? or generally anyone who talks about him in a neutral or not in a way that goes, “yeah I would punch this mfer” is just?? doesn’t make sense to me bestie, people really choose to do that with their time yikes.

AND AWWW THANK YOU YES I PROTECT ALL MY FELLOW NAOYA STANS HERE, I respect who people simp for because if it’s what you enjoy and as long as you’re not hurting anybody, then it really doesn’t matter and it’s not a big deal! and you’re always welcome here uwu. have an even nicer day bestie and I’m sorry I didn’t see this sooner AAAA I really loved talking about this tho HEHEHEH I’m not actually too much of a JJK theorist since I’m not smart enough to pay attention or infer from all the details but NAOYA HMMMMM also childhood friends fic? hmu let’s hear it!! also ahh hmm idk but i get really happy whenever people talk to me freely about naoya bcos even tho i have been a naoya simp for like three months, it was not until recently that people came to me about him and i have just been simping alone (bcos people MADDDD) spsppsps okay rant over thank you anon i love you kith kith <3

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #jjk: manga spoilers #tw: misogyny

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Swords and Arrows

or That Summer When The Ares and Athena Cabins Finally Allied For Capture The Flag part 1 of 3

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(A Steo Demigod AU) || For @anonymous's prompt: "Scott as a Roman demigod instead of Greek" || word count: 2,647 || The Entire Demigod Series -> [AO3][Tumblr] (it's finally a working link tfg)

Stiles pulls back, "I was going to ask if you missed me," he says, face flushed and beaming. "But it appears I don't need to."

"You never need to."

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"Why the long face, little brother?" Tara asks cheerfully, wedging herself on the bench between Theo and one of their half-siblings, and placing down her tray brimming with colorful food as opposed to Theo's bleak and half-empty one. She grins at Theo, but he's not in the mood to return the goodwill.

Theo pokes half-heartedly at the contents of his tray: a lonely sealed bag with a couple squares of ambrosia inside - the food of the gods - some cheese and two slices of wheat bread. "Don't call me little brother," he mutters with little heat, leaning to the table to whisper a request to his goblet, which immediately fills up with sparkling water.

Tara looks over Theo's head at Fred, their Head Counselor, sitting on Theo's other side. "He's not back yet?"

Fred shakes his head, wiping the bbq sauce at the side of his mouth. "Nope," he replies, popping the 'p' and catching on to the question without much elaboration. By now, there's only one 'he' that reduces Theo to a brooding and sulky man-child. "He hasn't answered Theo's last IM, too."

"Try the last five Iris Messages," Theo grumbles in annoyance. He turns to Tara, face contorted in a sour expression. "I mean, how difficult is it to take my call? He always has drachmas in his pocket exactly for this reason."

"He's probably busy disintegrating monsters," Fred says reasonably. Which, of course, makes sense. Monsters make the most infuriating and persistent roadblock of all. They make any journey twice as long for demigods - if they don't manage to kill you, that is. "Or, you know," Fred adds, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "maybe he's being an accomodating companion to the Son of Jupiter."

Theo grinds his teeth hard and fixes his head counselor with a death glare. Fred only shrugs at Theo's reaction, obviously aiming for the exact response, and chuckling through a bite of ambrosia. Theo has half a mind to punch him in the jugular. He doesn't need a reminder of who Stiles is with, thanks. Spitefully, he harshly impales a piece of grape from Fred's tray with the tines of his fork and shoves it to his mouth in the most menacing manner he can project.

It only makes Fred guffaw, spraying bits of food onto the table. The campers across from him slide their trays away protectively, shrieking an indignant chorus of "Fred!" as they make sure no stray bits made it into their platters. Fred raps at his chest as he reaches for his goblet, still laughing his dumb ass off while trying to wave his hand in apology.

Their neighbors also share their opinion on the appalling table manners of the Ares brood - spitting out food may slightly be a common scene from their lot, unfortunately.

Brett from the Apollo cabin throws corn kernels at Fred, a strange display of solidarity if you can believe it, while Ara, the half-Korean junior counselor of Athena cabin, gives the Ares and Apollo tables a look of disapproval. She's a pretty terrifying 15 years old, which is why Stiles is extremely fond of her. With Stiles gone to New Rome the first week back to camp, Ara is doing a kickass job taking over the head counselor duty. (But, to Hades with it, Theo would much prefer Stiles to be scowling at their table.)

"Okay, first of all," Tara says over the little chaos. "Fred, you're disgusting. Second," she holds Theo's chin to compel him to look at her, then smirks, "Stealing a piece of fruit is not a cabin 5-worthy intimidation tactic."

Theo opens his mouth for his scathing retort, but at the same time, one of Stiles's younger siblings points in the direction of the cabins. "Hey, it's Stiles!"

Many heads look up, but Theo springs to his feet instantly, scanning the area for Stiles. He catches sight of him almost immediately, bounding to the Mess Hall in his orange shirt, face bright under the camp's enchanted borders, as radiant as the last time Theo saw him four long months ago. Without much thought, Theo finds himself carried by his feet towards Stiles.

Stiles sees him coming too, and his smile broaden. Theo sprints, forgetting himself and where they are. They meet halfway, by the entrance of the Mess Hall, with Theo knocking into Stiles's open arms strong enough that it's a surprise they're still upright on the ground.

Theo squeezes him to make sure his mind did not conjure a Spectre to appease his longing. Stiles feels solid under his hands, if a little sweaty, and he smells as if he was run over by monsters. But underneath the grime, he catches the scent of Stiles's favorite body wash. He feels himself sagging in satisfaction.

Stiles pulls back, "I was going to ask if you missed me," he says, face flushed and beaming. "But it appears I don't need to."

"You never need to."

Theo doesn't know how long they stood just smiling at each other, but they break apart at Chiron's pointed clearing of the throat. It's not even in Theo's head to be embarrassed by his actions despite the cackling and many leering faces of the other demigods. Mr. D merely raises an unimpressed eyebrow, though the twinkle in his eyes can only be from amusement.

Chiron is sitting on his wheelchair today, hiding his horse's ass behind the illusion of human legs - why he still does it is a wonder - and rolls forward to them.

"Stiles Stilinski," he greets merrily, the lines of his eyes crinkling when he smiles. "Welcome back." Chiron gazes a little behind them, then, nodding kindly towards another boy Theo only notices, is standing patiently at a distance.

The boy, Scott McCall, son of Jupiter and a praetor of the Roman demigods' army, the Twelfth Legion Fulminata, steps forward to bow his head in respect of the centaur. "Chiron," he also acknowledges Mr. D who didn't bother to get up from the head table. "Lord Bacchus."

"Hm," Mr. D hums without correcting the demigod, sipping on his diet coke dismissively.

Theo doesn't hate Scott, but he also doesn't like him - strongly, irrationally, dislikes him. Instinctively, he shuffles closer to Stiles as if his boyfriend is going to dissolve into the Mist if he isn't close enough to pull him back.

Theo's been agitated since Stiles told him, a week prior, that he was flying to New Rome in California where Camp Jupiter is, the Roman camp, for a 'friendly' visit. Everyone's allowed to cross borders, but no one has really done so just to tour around. After all, the camps are on opposing sides of the country and monsters don't pause to consider not killing vacationing demigods.

A couple of times before last week, when Theo visited Stiles in his Manhattan apartment, he'd, out of the blue, mentioned the varied courses and scholarships that New Rome University offered, as Theo laid his head on Stiles's lap while the latter read. Theo hadn't minded it at the time, as Stiles quickly dropped the subject. But another month passed and Stiles mentioned it again, randomly, during one of their IMs, adding that he might check into the enrollment requisites. Theo started to worry, then.

If Stiles goes to New Rome for college, Theo can't follow him. He never even got to finish eighth grade. And Scott, he's one of the Romans, their leader, and grudging as he is to admit, one of Stiles's friends now the more he visits Camp Half-Blood. He will eagerly encourage Stiles, telling him of the countless perks that Camp Jupiter has. He will be as big a hero there as he is in Camp Half-Blood, and he can rise to praetorship alongside Scott if the Legion so wishes it.

Scott is not a bad person per se, but he wears the color and insignia of the place Theo might lose Stiles to. And if Theo blinks the wrong way, he might not see quick enough that Stiles is being whisked away to the other side of the coast, leading a life without him.

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After officially welcoming the son of Jupiter to the camp, feeding him, and getting him settled in Cabin One, the campers go about their daily routine of training.

The blade vibrates when it hits the shooting log, right on the marked spot. Then it disappears into thin air and reappears in Theo's hand only to be thrown back to the same spot. He does it repeatedly, unrelentingly, until Tara aims with his bow and hits his blade with an arrow to send both weapons clanging to the ground, a few meters away.

Theo heaves; he doesn't even know he's breathless just from throwing until then. Wiping beads of sweat from his forehead, he nods appreciatively at the bow in Tara's hands when his sister stands beside him with a smile. "If we aren't siblings, I'd mistake you for a daughter of Apollo."

"Please," she laughs, opening her palm, gesturing at the fallen weapons. Both her arrow and Theo's blade fly to her hands in a matter of seconds. "I don't want to light up like a glow stick while waxing poetry during a fight." Children of Apollo don't actually do those in the middle of a fight, but they do glow when they're healing, and they can make others speak in rhymes just for fun. Tara offers the knife back to his brother. "Also, we're children of Ares. By birthright alone, we should know to wield any weapon of war."

Theo takes the knife and snorts, "And yet, I suck at archery."

"I can't summon weapons out of thin air," She points out, grinning at him as she puts the arrow back to its sheaf. "I guess we just can't have it all or Zeus would be zapping us one by one."

Theo scoffs, leaning into position to begin throwing again.

"Speaking of Zeus," Tara says, a playful tone in her words. "Where's your favorite son of the Sky God?"

Theo spares her a glare before flinging his knife and burying it onto the battered practice log. He purses his lips before answering, "He's at the Big House with Chiron, Mr. D, Stiles, and the other head counselors." He clenches his fingers around the blade's hilt when it returns to his hands. "They're talking about a little orientation on New Rome University's scholarships and handing brochures and study guide for the DSTOMP." Theo doesn't bother hiding the acid in his voice from his sister. She'll recognize it anyway, even if he masks it with neutrality. He can't mask it with neutrality.

She quirks a brow, "You don't sound too eager," she notes. "Are you still jealous of Scott, little brother?"

"I'm not jealous of Scott," he says, gritting his teeth. "And don't call me little brother."

"Why are you so strung up, then, if you're not baselessly jealous?"

He finds his reply being interrupted for the second time that day, this time by a distant rumbling coming from the sky. All activities on the ground cease as everyone turns to the increasing volume of an invisible running engine. Theo scans the space above them, at first not grasping anything in motion, until a burst of light reveals a flying, glowing red bus coming down fast to the ground.

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Someone goes to alert Chiron as the rest of them scamper to the landing site by the amphitheater. The bus landed surprisingly smooth, despite its breakneck descent.

"Is that a Ferrari bus?" One of the campers points out.

Sure enough, the logo at the front of the vehicle, a black prancing horse on a yellow background, is of the famous luxury sports brand. But why would there be a flying Ferrari bus at Camp Half-Blood?

"Oh gods," Lori gasps somewhere on Theo's left. "Is that dad's sun chariot?"

As if on cue, the bus door opens, and a teenager who looks about Theo's age exits, wearing what he can only describe as a hipster look. He flashes a blinding grin - and quite literally at that, since they have to shield their eyes momentarily from the glimmer of his teeth - clears his throat dramatically, and announces:

"Hello demigods

The sun landed on your grounds

I am so awesome."

There's silence at first, then a series of enthusiastic applause from Brett and the rest of cabin seven comes next. The teenager bows theatrically, although Theo finds nothing extraordinary about what he just said. But soon, the others join in with half-hearted claps, recognizing the powerful aura suddenly seeping into their skins that could only mean there's a god among them - well, another god, aside from Dionysus, their Camp Director. And with the terrible haiku, there will be no mistaking who graced their camp today. The last time Theo had seen him, during the almost war on his first year at camp, the god had worn the body of a muscular mid-20's blond man. Now, it seems he favors to look even younger despite his four thousand years.

"Lord Apollo," Chiron's voice drowns out the applaud as he trots forward, now in his form as a white stallion from the waist down. "It's a pleasant surprise. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."

Mr. D isn't as warm. He snorts, rolling his eyes. "Oh, bother, what brought you here now?"

Apollo's bright persona doesn't falter as he gestures at the bus - that is apparently his sun chariot. Theo remembers the time when he almost drove Apollo's chariot, if the Hermes cabin did not snitch it from under their noses, and thus putting three cabins grounded after a severe prank war. He had to take Liam's dish duties and pay him just so his present for Stiles could be delivered in time for Christmas.

"I'm here at the request of my little sister." The god says proudly, as the door opens again, this time with grumbling teenage and prepubescent girls coming out from the bus. All dressed in the same outfit: silver jackets, silver camo pants, and black combat boots, and they carry at their backs a quiver of sharp silver arrows. They glance at Apollo with apparent distrust, standing as far away from him as possible, as the god continues, "To deliver her hunters safely while she's away on a personal errand."

Several demigods groan in displeasure at the news, and even Chiron's lips form a thin line, though he tries to smile through the tension. Mr. D seems to be delighted now, though, happier to see the strange, vicious-looking ladies than his own brother. Personally, it feels like an omen of danger. Mr. D is never happy unless something perilous is about to descend upon his campers - even if his own daughter, Malia, is among them.

"Thank you, Lord Apollo." One of the hunters says albeit she looks physically pained by her words. She stands at the front of the group, a silver ring headwear around her head, with bouncing black curls, a pointed nose, and a strong chin. The other hunters also look at her when she speaks. It's easy to recognize her as the group's leader. "And thank you, Lord Dionysus, Chiron, for accomodating the hunters of Lady Artemis."

Chiron nods at the girl, eyes softening with kindness born out of familiarity, "You're always welcome, Allison."

Mr. D laughs boisterously, then. Like his punishment has just been lifted and he can go back to Olympus and away from the brats, celebrating by getting drunk on wine after years of prohibition. "Well, at least, Capture the Flag this Friday seems more enticing now, don't you think so, Chiron?" He gives a wicked grin at his campers, not waiting for a reply, his change in demeanor promising a torturous next few days for the demigods. "Ready to lose the Camp Half-Blood banner to these little girls for the 58th time in a row?"

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#steo #steo fic #demigod au #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #stiles x theo #so idk what the heck happened #but i wrote 1k words more than my target word count #ahdbdjdjskxb idk #also for the demigod anon here's a response to one of your prompts!!#it took a hot minute but i hope you see this #scott mccall #brett talbot #tara raeken #allison argent #fics tag #demigodseries

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Ok, I just finished "The Setting Sun" and wow I may have read a little too fast towards the end because I was so excited and eager to finish but I'm very much in awe of the whole novel. I hope you don't mind if I just put down my thoughts about it :')

Ig I should put a SPOILER WARNING and obviously, there's:

TW: Mentions of suicide

First off, my opinions of the main cast:

I honestly had very neutral feelings towards Naoji in the beginning but shortly after his suicide and his note to Kazuko I felt that I understood him a lot more. Maybe it was partly because the story took place in Kazuko's POV that I had a more discontented viewpoint of him but afterward I felt I understood him more as a person.

With Kazuko, I personally liked her character and the fact that she didn't seem like she was written to be the "perfect woman" like I've seen in some novels. She has flaws and I think her love for her mother is something I found interesting. Although towards the end, I felt that her love for Mr. Uehara sort of anchored her down.

Kazuko and Naoji's Mother was honestly my favorite character of the whole series. I adored her from start to finish. All the way from when she was first introduced she had a sophisticated and genuinely kind aura and when she died I honestly felt a little part of me die as well, haha. But her last line in the book: "It must have been a terrible rush for you" pulled my heartstrings a lot.

Secondly, I just wanted to ramble about some of my favorite quotes from the book lol

The first quote I highlighted was a line Kazuko says: "...The ones who die are always the gentle, sweet, and beautiful people." Which honestly felt so Dazai-like. In both the case of Dazai-sensei and the BSD version of him. There were so many times I wondered if it was the character speaking or Dazai-sensei himself adding himself into the character.

Another one I liked was "I wonder how it would be if I let go and yielded myself to depravity." I don't really have a comment on it, I just sort of liked it lol.

I highlighted so many in all honesty but I also wanted to point out this one: "The dying are beautiful, but to live, to survive--those things somehow seem hideous and contaminated with blood." Again, it just seemed so beautifully raw and just something I envision BSD Dazai saying and believing as well.

In Naoji's suicide note I almost felt as though it was coming from not just him but from Dazai-sensei as well. Which I'm beginning to see is a recurring pattern in the novel. In particular, this one line stood out to me: "Why must I go on living after what has happened? It's useless. I am going to die. I have a poison that kills without pain. I got it when I was a soldier and have kept it ever since."

I loved the Snake Metaphors(?) throughout the story. And especially Kazuko and Naoji's POV of their mother and how they call her "the last lady of Japan" I think they truly honor her and it's interesting to see such two somewhat lost and "tainted" characters almost obsess over this "light" and genuinely kind woman they hold in such high regard. It almost reminds me of BSD Dazai's opinion of Odasaku or even Atsushi.

That's mostly it- I just really wanted to talk about those things and overall I loved it a lot. It's been a while since I've been so absorbed in a book so reading it felt very relaxing and at the same time so riveting. I hope you don't mind me popping into your inbox and chattering on about this :')

Okay, before I begin, Ariel please don't apologize for putting down your thoughts here. I love discussing Dazai-sensei's novels, and I can't even begin to express how giddy, excited and overjoyed I am to receive this ask of yours. And please if you would ever like to discuss more of his works, feel free to chat with me as well, via asks or on discord it doesn't matter😭❤, I'm always down for it. And this whole thing is me rambling over this so please bear with me haha.

And, I want to say, I was extremely eager to read and finish the novel as well as I continued on reading. It is strangely alluring and compelling. And honestly, I tend to be in awe of Dazai-sensei's thoughts and writing as well😫💕.

Okay, so before I begin to address your thoughts on the novel. Let me write down some background information on the novel to hopefully give you maybe a better understanding of it and Dazai-sensei as well?

The book was published in 1947, not long after the end of the Second World War which ended in 1945. The book in general talks about the state of Japan after the Second World War, and the decline of the aristocracy that came with it. (It should be noted that Dazai-sensei came from an aristocratic background as well, but he also seems to have a sense of shame towards it). The title of the book is literally a metaphor for the decline of Japan. Japan is often known as the "land of the rising Sun", and therefore "The Setting Sun" as the title is fitting for this theme.

And well, this defeat created according to here (an article written in Chinese unfortunately😥) caused a great change in moral values in the Japanese society, which caused an uproar for democracy. Dazai-sensei, however, was quite critical of this, as he sees this as a sign that the Japanese do not feel any guilt or remorse for their actions in the war that took place. (From what I've read Dazai-sensei in his works is very much known for his sense, albeit unusual for Japanese writers from what I read, of guilt, remorse and in a sense seeking for atonement, in one of his prose he even wrote that he writes literature for "remorse, confession and reflection" [my translation from my native language]).

Also, it should be noted that The Setting Sun is also deeply inspired by a diary written by one of Dazai-sensei's lovers (especially chapters 1 to 5 I believe). However, Dazai-sensei himself is best known for his I-novels and their semi-biographical elements. In one of his short stories, or prose in his book I am reading, he confesses that he cannot write things he doesn't know or hadn't felt for himself...

Now onto your thoughts on the novel!

Naoji, I honestly felt the same about him at first, but the more I dove into the novel, especially in the chapters Moonflowers and his note to Kuzuko, I felt more connected to him. And when I read the novel I felt as though Dazai-sensei had actually reflected a part of himself in Naoji, and I read something from what @/bsd-bibliophile had said which confirmed that perhaps Naoji was in a sense an extension of Dazai-sensei himself. (Same for Mr. Uehara I should note, who is also an extension of Dazai-sensei, which I had also noted as well when reading the novel).

And yes! I loved Kuzuko as well, and I have to agree with your statement about her love for Mr. Uehara. I was somewhat disappointed with that as well. But I actually had just been reading on something today which is a bit interesting. However, I do not know enough on the topic yet, nor am I entirely confident at myself explaining it at the moment, but I will talk about it briefly down here.

CW Religious Mentions [Christianity] (Feel free to skip if it makes you uncomfortable <3 For this is simply for literature analysis uses)

Before I begin, I should note that Dazai-sensei is by no means a "religious person", many scholars do not believe so either. It was mentioned in a paper that he even holds a critical view of the Church. However, Dazai-sensei commonly mentions the Bible in well the prose of his that I am currently reading (which brought me to research this topic). It was written in some papers that I am reading that he simply understood the Bible through his own means and not what the Church says (perhaps he sees it as a piece of literature as well in a sense...). Some papers say that he formed his unique views of the need to find "atonement" for his own guilt due to this, which some say is not often seen in Japanese authors.

I'm getting off-topic, but what I'm trying to say is that some scholars say that that action by Kuzuko might've been an allusion in a sense. But what the paper was trying to say was that it was meant to be something powerful? But, personally, I'm not sure what I think of it, it might be a bit far-fetched. But I just wanted to make a note of it.

End of CW

And yes! I do agree I loved their mother as well. I loved how genuine and kind she was. I think she is my favourite too, but she also acted as a form of symbolism for the theme of the novel I believe, which I will talk about briefly later on.

"...The ones who die are always the gentle, sweet, and beautiful people."

I really liked this quote too actually! And yes, I can definitely see Dazai-sensei saying this... It is hard to tell which part is him confessing, but most of his work tends to have elements of his own feelings and thoughts. Personally, I think it might be Dazai-sensei himself speaking... But I'm not sure, but it should be noted that Dazai-sensei held the concept of "tenderness" in high esteem (other people have also mentioned it here).

And honestly, I get what you mean when you say you don't know what to say about it haha. Sometimes authors just put sentences and words together so beautifully.

And yes, I definitely understand that! I felt that as well, and as I said, Dazai-sensei seems to have put elements of himself into Naoji...

And ahh the snake metaphor! I read on it a bit before, and some say that it might've been symbolizing the decline of Japan/the aristocracy. And the use of the term "the last lady of Japan" seems to symbolize the fall of the old traditions of Japan. It had seemed to me that their mother was a symbol of the "old Japan" that had fallen after the war.

And yes, they do hold her in very high esteem! I wrote that in my analysis as well before! From what I have read, Dazai-sensei does seem to hold such people highly, especially those that are honest and genuine it seems. And yes, exactly, it reminds me of BSD Dazai as well T^T.

And please, thank you for coming over to chat with me about it haha. You could probably tell by how long this is how excited I am about such topics😅. Don't hesitate to come by if you want to chat more! And I'm also really glad that you liked the book as well <33

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sword-dad-fukuzawa · 4 years

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Sorry, this is pretty vague, so please don't feel pressured to answer this! In Chapter 78, when Jouno asks "Is it enough yet?" to Kunikida, Jouno sort of reminded me of Ranpo. I thought it was sort of interesting. Something about his smug attitude, his control over the situation, and his closed eyes, (which make me wonder if their slightly(?) similar designs were on purpose) harkens back to Ranpo's behavior. Do you get what I'm saying??? What do you think?

Ranpo and Jouno

Hiya! Okay, this is quite intriguing. My second favorite literary device is parallelism, anyway. And...I haven’t actually talked about Ranpo on this blog, at all, which is a war crime. Thanks for the ask!

Manga spoilers, considering Jouno’s manga-only.

So, what I think is the best part of Ranpo’s character is his duality. Bungo characters in general have really good duality, personality-wise, and it makes them feel more real. After all, it’s impossible to reduce an actual person down to something one-dimensional. There’s Tanizaki’s berserk button, Yosano’s sadistic persona, and Dazai’s tendency to play the fool. Ranpo’s not really hiding anything, though, and that’s terribly interesting to me.

There are characters who will go to any length to hide themselves from other people, for fear of being vulnerable (Yosano), because it comes naturally (Tanizaki), or for fun (Dazai). There are also characters who are unapologetically themselves because they’ve never really thought of doing otherwise, like Kenji. Ranpo’s one of those, I think.

I’m of the opinion that in the Agency, Ranpo and Kenji are actually the most similar. You’d think he’s closer to Dazoo, considering they’re both ruthlessly intelligent--though Dazai does admit Ranpo’s got better observational and deduction skills. But both Ranpo and Kenji are people who do what they want and act how they like. For Ranpo, this means he’s apathetic about anything that doesn’t interest him and narcissistic almost to a fault (though nobody’s really managed to prove his pride in himself as misguided).

But this isn’t about his usual personality. No, it’s about what Ranpo’s like when he gets serious.

I went back and read the chapter you were talking about, and I absolutely agree. I missed, on my first read-through, how eerily similar Jouno is to Ranpo when Ranpo’s serious. Like you said, character-design wise, they’ve both got the whole closed eyes thing going on. There are in-universe reasons, obviously, but character design is a form of visual shorthand--which makes me think it might’ve been on purpose.

Now, Jouno’s interesting because he’s also unapologetically himself, the same way Ranpo is. He doesn’t bother to turn down the homicidal tendencies when interacting with civilians (poor bartender coffeeman). He doesn’t hide his disdain for Techou’s...quirks. And he delights in subverting people’s expectations. He and Ranpo both don’t give a single damn about what other people think of them.

I’ll be looking more closely at the Hunting Dogs in another post, but he and Ranpo have one main thing in common: disinterest towards anything that doesn’t interest them/is their primary objective. But when it is their objective? They don’t waffle around--they go for the jugular.

And yeah, Jouno’s one of those guys who seems very used to holding all the cards, and someone who knows exactly how to use that to his advantage. Ranpo, by sheer virtue of his intelligence, is also one of those guys. Jouno’s used to knowing the emotional states of everyone in the room, and that implies he’s very good at analyzing minute body language and the slightest variations in the things he smells and hears. Both of them, then, are masters of body language and analysis.

So honestly?? This character design parallel is really cool and thank you for bringing it to my attention! I kind of want to see Jouno and Ranpo interact now. I hope this kind of answered your question and made sense! Stay safe :)

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I stayed in Philadelphia teaching for one more year, returning to New York to visit the Baldwins at Christmas again. After that, in April of 1860, I went to New York to stay.

Mrs. and Mr. Baldwin were thrilled to have me around. William was indifferent, though I could sense I was growing on him. Joey was less shy and had grown into a very sweet, cheerful almost-teenager. There was always so much fuss over the holidays that I had hardly gotten a chance to get to know them better.

David was only slightly less aloof. He could tolerate being in the same room, but if I tried to have more than a two sentence conversation with him, he would quietly get up and leave.

My decision to move to the Baldwin house was not sudden. Mr. and Mrs. Baldwin had invited me to live there with them as soon as it became clear that I couldn't learn more at the school and started teaching. However, when I returned to Philadelphia in January of 1860, I realized we were on the precipice of civil war.

It was not even a month after I had moved in that I sat down to breakfast with all of the Baldwins but Joey -- sorry, no, Joseph (he had demanded we stop using the childish nickname the day he turned 13).

(Unfortunately, you cannot see Mr. Baldwin in this picture, but he is at the head of the table between his wife and William.)

I anxiously made the decision to tell them something they could never believe. Mr. Baldwin and his sons were discussing the voting at the convention in Chicago in which Republicans would select their presidential nominee. I knew what would happen, of course.

"I would like to tell you all about where I came from," I started, my voice shaking.

They all fell quiet and closed their attention in on me; I had never before spoken of my past, and they were no doubt very curious.

"However, I am afraid you will not believe me."

With some reassurances, I continued. I told them about how I came from the future and how I knew what would be happening in the coming years, though I kept that vague. They all, David especially, looked at me like I was insane.

"Perhaps we should fetch the doctor, father?" he mused.

"You do not have to believe me today," I answer, "but I will tell you that the representative from Illinois, Mr. Abraham Lincoln, will win his party's nomination."

"You really should not concern yourself with matters you do not understand," William said. "Politics is a man's past time."

I contained myself and did not throw my plate at him.

"Indeed, father. You ought to fetch the doctor. Emma needs to be sent away."

I did my best to ignore David's remarks, too.

"Watch. Read the papers. When the result is in, it will be Lincoln. Part of their platform is to prohibit slavery in the territories. If I am wrong, send me away."

I shot a sharp glare at David as I rose and left the room.

A few days later, I came across David while I was out on a stroll. He was painting something on an easel. I tried to get a closer look, but he sensed my presence and hid the painting.

"I did not expect to see you out here," I told him. "I did not know you knew how to paint, either."

"You hardly know anything," he grumbled, not meeting my eye.

"I trust you saw the newspaper this morning?"

He muttered something too quietly for me to hear.

"You can acknowledge that I was right. It would not improve my opinion of you."

"You got lucky," he sneered. "That means nothing. What do you get out of being so ridiculous anyway?"

I sighed.

"I did not get lucky. I had an interest in this time period in American history before I ended up in this century."

"More of this nonsense?"

"You can believe it or not; I am not making this up."

"Oh? Then what will happen next week?"

"I do not know the minutia of everything that led up to--"

I stopped myself; I had yet to tell anyone about what was to come, and I had wanted to tell Mr. Baldwin first.

"That led up to what?"

I tried to distract him.

"Oh, so now you believe me!"

"Do not be so pathetic, Emma. Such behaviors do not suit you."

Rather than stand firm, I used the put-down as an opportunity and pretended to be insulted. I huffed and stomped away.

Back at the house, I found Mr. Baldwin in his study.

"Mr. Baldwin, may I enter?"

"Only if you start calling me Henry, my dear," he answered, smiling gently.

He was sitting before the fireplace, though it was not lit, and reading the newspaper. He folded it neatly and invited me to join him for a game of chess. I agreed, but somewhere in the middle, I could scarcely contain my anxiety.

I told Henry what I knew: that Lincoln would become president and that the southern states would secede one by one, leading to civil war.

He was silent, contemplative for a long moment.

"You were correct about Mr. Lincoln becoming the party's nominee," he began, "but what makes you think there will be war?"

"It is common historical knowledge in the 21st century," I told him. "Every child learns about it in school."

"Every child goes to school?"

"Focus, please, Mr. -- Henry. This is going to happen."

"So you say. Ah, check!"

I sighed and removed his knight from the board, announcing check mate.

"Even if you don't believe me," I sighed, "consider investing in railroads, particularly the northern lines, and the telegraph."

With that, I left the room.

I was thankful that no one sent me to an asylum. Those places were dreadful. Perhaps they thought I was creating a story that I would write down.

Weeks turned into months, and as November rolled around, I reminded them that President Lincoln would be president. They would just smile and nod.

Then he was elected.

"Oh, but the southern states would never truly secede," they would argue.

"South Carolina was first, I believe."

I had written down everything I could remember about the Civil War as soon as I had paper and a writing instrument in this century. I knew it would be something I would not want to forget.

Before Christmas, I was proven right. Five more joined before they finally believed me. At the end of January, Henry called us all to sit down so I could share everything I knew.

"But we win?" David asked.

"No one wins in war," I said. "But yes, the Union succeeds, and the southern states return."

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