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solena2 · 3 years

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Hey y’all so I watched a YouTube video that I think was wrong, and as you know it’s illegal to be wrong on the internet, so I wrote a response!

Video is here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8LF_KkrCJs

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Spoilers for BNHA, in both the video and my response (which I wanted to put in the comments on the video, but apparently YouTube gets pissy about copypasting? Anyway)

Also, probably watch the video before reading this, since a lot of this is a direct response to the points they brought up.

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I’d like to preface this by saying that you’ve made some valid comments, and that I understand where you’re coming from here.

My Hero Academia is, overall, a story about amazing people with amazing powers doing amazing things, and it’s difficult to see where someone with no power at all might fit in to this, which is the main emotional conflict Izuku faces throughout his childhood, that fundamental dichotomy between his wanting to save people, and his (assumed) inability to do so without a quirk.

But My Hero Academia is also a story that likes to repeatedly assert that anyone can be a hero. From Aizawa with his non-physical quirk, who primarily uses support gear to defeat enemies many times stronger than him, to Shinsou, whose quirk is seen as villainous, who would likely have to fight against other heroes as often as he would villains thanks to the prejudice that’s positively dripping from BNHA’s world.

So I’d like to explain why I disagree.

First, you begin the video by talking about the people who claim that Izuku’s getting a quirk ruins the story. I would like to make it clear, right off the bat, that I don’t hold this view. I believe that while Izuku having a quirk weakens the impact of the story and cheapens a lot of its messages, there is still undoubtedly a story there to be told, and one that is worth telling.

The reason I believe that Izuku receiving One For All weakens the story is because BNHA is all about the consequences of the kind of society wide prejudice that exists within its world. Every villain the characters face and every problem they overcome is one spawned by the very status quo they’ve spent their childhoods dreaming of upholding- the hero system.

Stain exists because heroes are held in awe by the general population without truly being worthy of it, treated as saviors despite being little more than glorified cops, which spawns anger and resentment from people intelligent enough to see past their facades.

Dabi exists because pro heroes are allowed to get away with just about anything so long as they’re covert about it, and in fact might have grown up to be a hero himself if Endeavor had been held to a higher moral standard by those around him, or had been appropriately punished for his behavior.

All For One exists because “strong” quirks are revered, and those who hold them are taught early to take what they want by force.

Shigaraki exists because those with “unpleasant” quirks are reviled and held in disgust by the general population, which makes them vulnerable to exploitation by outside forces due to their lacking support systems.

I could go on, but I’m sure you get the point.

In my opinion, BNHA has always been centered around the society quirks have created and the consequences therein. I dare you to find a major character arc that doesn’t intersect with the universe’s social issues in some way.

Thus, I believe the message that BNHA attempts to convey would be significantly stronger I’d Izuku had remained quirkless, demonstrating once and for all that quirks and heroism aren’t so intertwined as it might seem.

Instead, it shoots itself in the foot, saying repeatedly that it’s not a quirk that makes a hero, but rather their spirit, while at the same time leaving it implied that the most important character of all would never have been able to help people if not for being given All Might’s power. (Again, it doesn’t ruin the story, but it does hamstring the core message somewhat.)

You say here that Izuku getting saved by All Might is the only reason he became a hero at all, being “saved from his fate of irrelevance”.

This is… Not something I agree with, to state it politely.

Izuku was planning to attend UA’s entrance exam long before he met All Might. Given that he is, you know, Izuku, I don’t think any amount of shittiness from Katsuki would have deterred him from trying. In fact, trying despite the odds against him making it seem idiotic to do so is one the largest parts of his character.

The way you speak of needing to give him a “resilient streak” for him to keep trying despite All Might’s discouragement implies that he doesn’t already have one wide enough to suffer through 14 years of being told he’d never make it as a hero. With how much he’s already pushed through by the time the story even starts, I really doubt All Might would succeed again breaking his will any more than anyone else has.

You say that Izuku’s arc is all about facing the guilt of having reached his goals purely through chance while so many others remain downtrodden.

That’s valid, and I agree.

You also say that this is not a character arc he could have had without One For All, which is not.

Merely being the first quirkless person to make it into UA would likely start this, as he would definitely still have to get through the exam on rescue points, which could feel unearned to him, what with his massive case of imposter syndrome.

Thus, it would still be entirely possible to give him the same overall character arc he has in canon, and it might in fact end up even more pronounced, due to all the discrimination he’d face from the general public.

You say that for this Izuku to continue, even despite All Might’s rejection, he would already have to have the sense of self worth such a character arc eventually gives him.

This is not the case. There are many instances in real life of people pushing past impossible odds and still not feeling as if they deserve to have made it to the other side. In fact, what would likely happen is that he’d try to be a hero anyway and then feel guilty for attempting it even after being discouraged by his hero.

So no, he’s not Naruto, because the personality changes you propose wouldn’t actually be necessary to give him a fighting chance as a hero without a quirk.

The next big point you make is that it would be difficult to give Izuku the standard shounen power crawl without a cool quirk.

You’re correct that technology would have a difficult time stacking up to One For All without feeling like an asspull, making him a Mary Sue, or needing to give him a seemingly infinite array of gadgets, a la Batman.

Notice I said difficult, NOT impossible. While it can be much harder to turn technology into a realistic way to fight superpowered villains, it CAN be done.

Not to mention, there is already a character in BNHA who does it and does it well.

Aizawa doesn’t have a combat oriented quirk, instead fighting almost exclusively with the use of his capture scarf, using which he is shown to be able to take out upwards of ten villains, depending on where you want to pull from. I really don’t think it would be so unrealistic to give a quirkless Izuku something along these lines.

Not that we even need to. We can have Izuku beating villains without the use of any technology he couldn’t buy for himself. (At least in a place with lax safety laws, which I imagine his world likely is due to how pointless it would be to heavily restrict the purchase of things like guns when there are people running around who can shoot glaciers from their hands)

Ninety percent of villains are as vulnerable to getting shot as a normal human. If that’s too violent and bloody for the tone of the show, there are dozens of ways to beat the villains with things like hairspray flamethrowers, slingshots, and traditional weapons (just look at Stain). While quirks certainly are powerful, they aren’t perfect and every ability has a counter, even if it’s not always immediately obvious.

This eliminates the problem of him needing to get his tech from somewhere entirely. (Which is almost a con, because Mei needs more screentime, man)

Actually your point of possibly making Izuku a “super genius” reminds me of something else. Izuku has an almost supernatural ability to identify and counter quirks. Gee, I wonder how that could be useful in a possible plot line where he’s unable to rely on being able to smash his way through problems…

You say that if Izuku getting a quirk is an issue for BNHA, giving him overpowered tech would be a problem as well. Though I already solved this problem by proposing less tech heavy solutions, I’ve decided not to skip over this point because it seems like the right place for me to bring up a piece of context you may be missing for why some people are so against Izuku being given a quirk.

Let’s talk about the disability angle.

Now, as someone with mental disabilities myself, I’m not exactly unbiased here. I’m not going to deny that I have a knee jerk reaction to any story that gives a character a disability (or something analogous within the setting to a disability, like quirklessness) and then “cures” it while implying that they never would have gotten anywhere if their disability had persisted. This is actually why I took so long to get into the BNHA fandom, since I saw a loose outline of the plot and immediately went “oh hell no”.

I did end up joining the fandom in the end, simply because I’m almost certain that this parallel was unintentional.

Anyway, the reason why giving him an overpowered quirk and giving him overpowered tech are so different from a lot of people’s perspectives is that giving him tech doesn’t erase his “disability”. If you give a quirkless Izuku powerful tech, he’ll still be quirkless, with all the hurdles and challenges that implies. (Especially the discrimination related ones) Meanwhile, giving Izuku a quirk removes the disability entirely, as well as most associated difficulties.

I’m sure you can see why one seems so ableist, from a disabled perspective.

You say that you would likely run out of ways to meaningfully progress his tech, in a series as long as BNHA likely will be by its conclusion, but I’d like to point out that this is just as much of a problem with superpowered media. It’s very common in shounen for power progression to feel like more and more of an asspull as the story progresses. Thus, you solve the problem in the same way, by relying more on clever use of what the hero already possesses than you do on creating a new application or ability in every fight.

And no, I can think of several ways to beat both Dabi and Shigaraki without “science magic”. Obviously, neither of them are immune to bullets, though again, that’s probably a bit too quick for this show. You could take down Shigaraki if you could numb his hands somehow, or if you protected yourself with something made of many interlocking parts, like chain mail. You could beat Dabi if you used something like a taser, if you could get close enough to use it. You could also just find a way to outlast him, since he’s not immune to his own fire. Maybe bring some gasoline?

I’m going to skip over the points you make while talking about setting, since I don’t believe you’d have to alter the setting to make a quirkless Izuku feasible.

I will talk acknowledge one point you make while discussing setting simply so I can say: inequality and societal imbalance do not require much, or even any, actual disparity in ability to both exist and be prevalent enough to disenfranchise huge chunks of a population. Just look at how autistic and ADHD people are treated for that. (Or gay people, or women, or the Poors(™)...)

In conclusion, your opinion is valid but I think you lack knowledge of where most of this criticism is actually coming from, which isn’t something you should be ashamed of.

I think the reason mine and your opinions are so fundamentally different here is that we’re coming from very different places, and our thoughts on a piece of media like this are always going to be shaped by our environment.

Thank you for reading.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #Izuku #Midoriya #midoriya izuku #Deku #BNHA #BNHA meta #mha meta #my writing #I really feel like it’s important to discuss why different people have different opinions on this kind of thing!#also I’d just like to make it clear that I do like bnha #I just feel like it. like any piece of media (except Undertale lol). had some flaws and issues which should be addressed #consume media critically!#long post #sorry about your dashes I made this post on mobile so no cut #and apparently tumblr has decided that it’s illegal to edit posts made on mobile from a computer #>:(#sol writes

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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 years

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Hi Steph!

I’m sorry it’s my first time sending you an ask, so I dunno which button I clicked man. Sorry about that.

Ok, so what I wanted to request! I love your blog. You’re really kind and genuine, and I’ve found some great fics to light up my day from here. But sometimes, the posts are suuupppeeerr long, and I may not be looking for this info exactly? Like it clogs up a lot of my dash. So I wanted to request if you could use a “read more” feature after a brief, at least for the fic rec posts.

I hope I didn’t offend or anything. Thank u for all the kindness you put into the world each day. Have a good day fren!

Hey Nonny!

Ahh, okay, you’re not going to like what I am going to say, but you are very respectful and were smart and sandwiched your issue in compliments, so Ahhhh, I feel conflicted now.

With all due respect Nonny, this is my blog and I get more engagement on my lists if people can see the full list; many people prefer it that way, and honestly I get crapped on either way, so I’ve made the executive decision to not cut my posts. The only time I do is on “second” reblog on super long LONG lists so that I have a “cut” and “uncut” version of the post, but even those I’ve been reducing.

I’ve tried both ways, and full posts get better notice. All I want to do is share my love of fics and content with y’all, and the best way to do that is to just have it all there so people know what they’re getting.

Plus, am I to just “readmore” every single reply on my posts? A lot of the reason my blog has stayed as long as it has is because I’ve always been a very interactive blog. People LIKE seeing their replies added to a comment thread on my post, and it helps smaller blogs get noticed. It’s not much on the surface, but I’ve had smaller blogs come to me DELIGHTED that their name is now attached to one of my posts that are going through a “popular reblog cycle” (that is, a post that is being interacted with for a good few days before I actually finally add it to the month-reblog queue). It helps create a sense of community, I feel, and that’s one of the things I am very honoured to be: a starting place for community.

And this is just in a general sense and NOT directed at you, more at the people who shit on me in the notes of my long posts, but I don’t GET people getting upset about my TEXT BASED POST WITH NO IMAGES IN IT, but not on any of the image or playlist posts I reblog, which take FOREVER to load on mobile. I GENUINELY don’t get it. I don’t even use the app on my phone, I’m logged into the browser on my phone, because the app is garbage.

The problem is the app, in my opinion. That’s the gist of it. It loads slow, it scrolls terribly, and the UI is annoying, but instead app users blame the bloggers and not the fact that Tumblr staff ignore every suggestion we make. And because more of the newer people use their mobiles these days, us old-time Tumblr users are expected to microblog like the shitty sites that are Twitter or Facebook. Tumblr is a blogging platform, like LiveJournal, laid out all nicely and clean and honestly, (the royal you) you’re getting exactly what you signed up for: long posts, opinions, and interaction. If one wants shitty layouts, shitty comment threads you can’t follow and reactionaries, go to Twitter. Call me a boomer, whatever, I just find Tumblr so much more appealing now more than ever.

Sorry, I’ve needed to get this off my chest for awhile now. I don’t know. Maybe I’m being pedantic. I don’t care, really. My thoughts on this: if (the royal) you don’t like the content, or find stuff annoying, don’t follow me.

Because you know what a lot of my longest posts are? Helpline numbers at the bottom of posts. Useful links. And just stuff that make people happy. People in despair are not going to click on a read more of a post. People who want links to resources aren’t going to click on a read more. People who just want happiness after a stressful day are literally just scrolling to smile, and they ain’t gonna click a read more.

YES, there are reasons read mores are good, absolutely. I just PERSONALLY don’t like them because I like engagement. I don’t get much of it anymore on my posts, EXCEPT the fic rec posts, and THOSE work better as a full view.

BUT NONNY PLEASE KNOW I AM NOT UPSET AT ALL WITH YOU, and you’ve given me a great opportunity to discuss this thing that I’ve put off for awhile because the other people were less-than-kind, and it only made me NOT address it out of simple spite because I’m nothing if not a passive aggressive old lady.

So, here are a few ideas you can implement:

If you like my posts but not the longest ones, I always tag them “long post”. Tumblr finally has its own tag blocking feature, so just block “long post”. All of my very long lists will be blocked, and you can decide if you want to click on them based on what the additional tags are. I try my best to tag all my lists appropriately.

Similarly, you can “tag block” my username, and only click on the posts you like the tags for.

DON’T TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY, PLEASE, this isn’t a “so there!” comment, I promise!!: You can unfollow me if you’re only following me for the fic lists, and instead follow me on Twitter at @inevitablyjohn1, which is used only to promote my new lists and art. Every Wednesday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday I post up the Wednesday Reblog, Five Fics Friday, Fic Rec Roundup, and Fic Rec Sunday, with a link to each post :) Then you’ll get all the lovely full lists I post 4 times a week. OF COURSE, this is the option I don’t want to happen, because I love all my lovelies and you’ll miss out on the random fics, insightful asks, and suggestions I get throughout the week, BUT I want you to enjoy your time on Tumblr, and if my blog is causing you stress, it’s the last thing I want to happen. I love all of y’all too much to see that!

THAT ALL SAID, Nonny, I’m really sorry to disappoint you, and I hope you understand my POV on this. I just don’t see any benefit on my part, for MY blog, which I run for MY happiness which has the side effect of making other people happy. I also hope you will still stick around regardless, but I care about your well being and I understand if you have to leave.

AND everyone, please don’t be harsh on this Nonny! They asked a question respectfully and deserve our respect in kind.

I truly wish you the loveliest of days, Nonny, and have a great week! <3

#steph replies #my blog #blog things #tumblr things #ironically:#long post #Anonymous

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mangaanonymous · 3 years

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Yo, long time no see! Kind of a long post so skip to the end for tldr if you don’t wanna read the whole thing (idk how to put things under the cut on mobile so.. sorry to put a long post on your dash...)

So, I haven’t really posted here for like..months probably, sorry for being so absent lmao, and I’ve been really thinking about what I wanna do with this account.

When I first started this I didn’t intend for it to be a sonic focused blog, it was just meant for my art, but I started having a lot of fun drawing and engaging with the fandom and I met some really cool people I’m still friends with now! But I ended up wanting to branch out into more serious and professional work, so I created a second account on the side that was meant for non sonic related stuff and soon I felt a sort of disconnect between the two versions of myself posting on each account which made it more and more exhausting as I tried to put more effort into posting there.

Creating sonic art started to feel almost like a chore, “It’s been so long since I’ve posted something, I have to draw something to upload” and, while I know my art improved, I feel like you can tell my enthusiasm and creativity for posts on here gets less and less the more recent the art is and it’s kinda sad to realise that something that I used to enjoy drawing was no longer fun. Because the sonic fandom had been such a big part of my life and was basically my introduction into posting art online I held onto it for longer than I should have and wanted to because it was almost a comfort place in its familiarity.

I tried really hard to upload something every once in a while but I started paying more attention to my other art account where I felt I could post everything that wasn’t sonic related. I know that’s a dumb thing to think because I could have posted that stuff here but in my mind this became a place just for posting sonic stuff, and that’s what I felt was expected of me here since that’s what people seemed to like and want to see when they followed me. But posting other stuff made sharing art fun again and I felt I wasn’t tied to a fandom in the same way I was here, so I could switch to a new interest more freely without feeling like I was letting people down.

All of this has been kind of running through my head a lot over the past year or so, and I think I’m ready to actually step out from the sonic fandom officially instead of keeping one foot in the water. It’s sad to leave it behind but it’s no longer an interest of mine, but it has been awesome being a part of it! I’ll be keeping this account up (I’ve got a lot of art and memories attached here and I don’t want to just delete it) but after a few months I won’t be responding to anything on here. That said, if you need to contact me I’ll still be checking Twitter and Instagram (I plan on continuing commissions there because I still enjoy drawing for others, I just have no motivation to draw original sonic content anymore) since I don’t have to log in and out of accounts just to check things.

Sorry to come back after so long only to say I’m leaving, but I hope you guys who still follow me understand and I’m so grateful for all of you!! I didn’t mention my other accounts name because i still want to keep the accounts separate since I still feel like I can’t mesh the two accounts’ worlds together, but if you really want to follow it just shoot me a message and I’ll let you know.

TLDR: no longer enjoying posting sonic art so I’m officially moving on from this account to my other one.

#oof this one got deep #sorry to rant like that but I wanted to kinda explain it all since I’m leaving #this got depressing but I’m happy to be letting go of this and moving onto other things!#love you guys you’ve been so supportive and amazing!! 💕#mangaanonymous #all good things must end 🌻

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shinsoups · 3 years

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Student No. 22 —

m a s t e r l i s t

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x f!reader x class1a

genre: 1tbsp of crack, 1 tsp of fluff, a sprinkle of angst and 1 cup of chaotic randomness

synopsis: y/n was certain she would never be a Hero. She had a different goal in her mind, and that is to be a great doctor someday. With a terrible past she wants to forget, she vows she would never use her Quirk and will never let the world know what it is. Not until she finds out that the invincible quirk she thought she has can also have a certain weakness.

super random updates

a/n: canon Shinsou is joining hero class for their second year but I'm gonna make him part of Class 1A already yay! ALSO IM ON MOBILE IDK HOW TO PUT A *KEEP READING CUT* will edit this tomorrow 🙏🏻 sorry for the long post on your dash

OO5 : Acceptance...Is that a Threat? —

"You're already enrolled and your safety was entrusted to us."

"No, I'm sorry but I think I had enough." You hoarsely whispered. "I already got the answer what I was looking for."

Aizawa stopped in his tracks, his hands buried in his pockets as he watches you struggle to reply. "And that is?"

"The Hero scene isn't cut out for me." You bravely look at his eyes, slowing down your pace and faced him, catching Shinsou's gaze just behind your teacher.

"I don't want to fight nor hurt anyone to save lives. I want to save lives as a doctor if possible. And if you think that proper guidance is that one thing I need then you're wrong, sensei. I don't need that, please don't patronize me."

Aizawa tried his best to remain calm but the way you somehow push the wrong buttons and say things so straighforward makes him want to knock some sense in to you and tell you that there is more to being a hero. But the way you fidget somehow caught his watchful eyes. Aizawa squinted as you kept glancing towards him and behind him, catching a certain purple head boy passing you two.

You fiddled your hands nervously, seeing another gaze settling on your figure. Still feeling the pain on your shoulder, Aizawa walked closer to where you stood.

"You're scared of him," he said in-a-matter-of-fact tone.

"I am not."

"Because he can control you," he taunted.

Is Aizawa even a teacher right now? Why is he so pressed into this matter? You thought to yourself as you felt his presence even closer, caging you and your thoughts... your fears that someone actually exists that can easily negate your own self defense quirk. You bowed your head, averting your gaze.

"l/n-san, you don't like being controlled don't you?" Aizawa sighs seeing how your body trembles at the mention of the word.

You looked up wide eyes, straining to retort something but words fail to escape your mouth. Instead a nonsensical challenge transpired between the two of you. Shinsou held his breath, wanting to intervene the moment he saw Aizawa’s eyes glowing red and hearing your whispered exchanges. Only for Bakugou to block his way, enjoying the scene unfolding in front of them.

Everyone was silently hoping there was a good reason why Aizawa was suddenly fighting you just after finishing the Hero Training exercise. His hair flared up as he tried to capture you with his scarf, only for you to dodge and glare at your teacher.

“You didn’t fight Shinsou and Bakugou. Is that how you like to win?,” Aizawa’s voice echoed as you run towards the exit. Trying your best not to bump into someone along the way.

At the back of your mind there was a tiny voice telling you that they’re all judging you and your intentions was so unclear to be there at the Hero Course. That you don't deserve to be there. And they were right. But...

"You can become stronger if you train against him and with him. Maybe find a reason why he of all people can do that to you..."

You scoffed, amazed by how a teacher can agitate you with such simple words. Your grandfather was worse, his training methods were the worst, the hero exercise earlier pale in comparison to what you experienced. You only learned self defense in order to protect and not fight.

And to see this class filled with hopeful heroes to be are trained in order to fight for the justice they believe is such a ludicrous notion it made you wonder... why train them in the first place only for the HPSC to control everything? You gag at the toxic hero worship everyone seems to adapt. Is everyone foolishly blind? Foolishly following such trend? Or were you the blind one?

Gritting your teeth, you spat the words angrily. You stopped running and charged into him instead, “I still won. You got what you wanted, sensei. My Quirk... you saw it with your own eyes. So why do I have to hurt someone if the only goal is to win?”

With that said you side-stepped away from the white material coursing your way only to meet another set of it the moment you evaded Aizawa’s.

The rest of the class tried their best to avoid the both of you, still confused about what's going on. "She really likes to pick a fight doesn't she?" Kaminari watches as you gracefully dodge each of Aizawa's attempt to capture you.

"Sensei's erasing quirk is useless against her too," Midoriya mumbled, amazed once again with this new information. "I thought it was only fire quirks that were affected but I'm guessing she can --"

Midoriya's words were cut off when he saw Shinsou walked closer, carefully threading in the sidelines.

"You have got to be kidding me!"

"I-I think everyone should calm down." Shinsou looked over you then to Aizawa who was shocked that his own protege captured him with his own binding technique.

"y/n-san" Shinsou pulled you into him, trapping you with his binding cloth for the second time after releasing Aizawa. "I don't know what's going on, but -" he looks at his mentor then back to you.

"Release me."

"No."

"Shinsou!"

"No!" he pulled you closer.

"Take it off."

Shinsou raised his eyebrows, smirking at the tone you used. He tried to hold his smile but the way you whispered those three words somehow made you two blush at the weird notion.

You bit your lips in embarrassment as you felt his breath on your cheeks, "No."

"Please?" you sighed, trying to calm yourself down. Too close...he's too close.

Shinsou looks back up at his teacher. "Sensei-"

Aizawa’s face was more unreadable as he walks closer, Shinsou was trying to figure out what his mentor's expression means. Aizawa simply stares at the both of you, a strange look both of you can't read.

Shinsou takes a deep breath, and goes on, “I shouldn't probably intervened but she's...she's injured because of me.” he looks away, too shy with the reason he came up with, now a small tinge of red powdering his nose.

There was a long pause. Aizawa merely nods. Shinsou opens his mouth, wanting to say something more but the words don’t come.

Giving into another temptation and succumbing to the curiousity budding, you rationalized the choices in your head. Do you want to fight him? Or do you wanna know how far he can use his quirk against you. About what he said earlier, were you scared people will resent you or maybe you really are scared of yourself.

"Fine." you murmured. "I accept the offer."

"Offer?" Shinsou looks momentarily confused about the exchange.

"Good. Now please do me a favor and stop being another problem child." Aizawa pats your head and walks away as if nothing had happened. "I'm not getting paid enough for this." he mutters to himself as he looked between you and Shinsou leaving you two behind and calling the whole class to go change back into their uniforms.

"Were you always a pushover?" Shinsou asks out of curiosity as he frees you.

"I am not!"

He watches as you contorted your face into a pout, your nose scrunching in annoyance as you rub your arms. With cheeks puffed out you glared at him, "I'm going to crush you, so you better know what's coming.”

"Is that a threat?"

You pat his shoulder bravely making him flinch at the sudden contact "No. It's a declaration of war."

The heat rises to his cheeks, his cool and passive demeanor suddenly melts aways as he chuckles lowly, accepting the declaration you just announced. "Then be ready to taste defeat this next time."

Curiosity was one thing you don't like but what you really hate the most is not finding answers to satisfy your own. So this time, you might as well go all the way in satisfying the curiosity growing.

"Then try me. Bring it on, hero."

a/n: the story is progressing so slow skdkkskec i just want to stress the part that y/n hates the idea of hero worship... Probably due to one of the many traumas she endured during her childhood.

But still she's a very curious cat, Shinsou unknowingly being the reason why she accepted Aizawa's offer once again.

ps: this is not proofread 🤧 will edit laters~

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i got a taglist im soft ~ want to join? just leave a comment or shoot an ask my dudes and dudettes ✨

likes, comments and reblogs is highly appreciated 🐣

this is my first time writing bnha so tips and comments are really helpful ! ✨

#shinsou hitoshi #class 1a #aizawa shouta #bnha #shinsou hitoshi x f!reader #class 1a x f!reader #bnha fic #hitoshi shinso #sey writes #🔖: student no. 22

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spencerreidimagines · 4 years

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Lovely Little Details

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Warnings: none

A/N: hey y’all, sorry for the late post!! This just a little coffee shop imagine that foreverrrr to get out of my head lol. Hope y’all enjoy! p.s. there usually is a read more link but I’m on mobile so this post is just gonna be left as is until I get my hands on a laptop :)

It was in a quaint coffee shop that Spencer had first laid his eyes on her. She was tucked into a corner, with her head low and her eyes steady. Her hands cupped a steaming coffee mug dotted with stars and hand painted constellations, as her eyes followed the wandering city-goers through the window beside her. A leather journal was splayed open before her; with a shift of her elbow, he caught a glimpse of the ragged manifestations of her thoughts.

He spotted lines and dots and creatures lining the side of her page, her sketches on the journal's edge were specific; definite. He followed along the coils and stray hairs that sprung from her high bun, the slope of her neck, the slight smile that rested upon her lips...

Spencer sighed and righted himself in his seat to face the nearly empty coffee cup before him; he had been staring, he realized. He clacked his fingers against the table as he silently hoped the splinted moment when they caught eyes hadn't been as noticeable as he felt it was.

A name was then shouted in the background, and through the bustle of the cafe he heard the soft kick of someones hasty steps. He'd held his breath as he ran through the incredibly slim chances that it might be that stranger from across the room, a slight knot curling in his stomach as he had no idea what to say to this woman if she decided to confront him. When he felt a tap on his shoulder, his face shriveled into a grimace before he fixed himself to face this stranger, his eyes soft and apologetic.

"I think this might be yours," a mild voice floated to his ears, "They handed me the wrong drink, then just gestured over here so..."

"Oh," he responded, surprised, before reaching to take the cup from her hands and nodding in thanks, which she waved away with an awkward smile resting on her lips.

"I also noticed you staring earlier," the beginnings of an apology began to push against his lips before she continued on, "Which normally would throw me off but, you're kind of cute, so I thought I'd just...invite you to sit with me for a while."

His brows shot up in surprise before he composed himself and checked his watch, thankful that he still had about half an hour before his lecture, "Sure," he responded as he began to gather his things.

"Alright," she sighed, donning an accomplished smile before she turned on her heel and crossed the room to return to her seat, nerves now beginning to fester in her core as she absently scanned over her notes to distract herself from the growing pit in her stomach.

‘what on Earth was I thinking?' she thought to herself before she stifled her thoughts as Spencer set his things along the back of the chair and sunk into his seat. He flashed her a courteous smile once their eyes met.

"I have to admit," he started, "I'm a little surprised that you'd invite me over here after you caught me staring."

“You know, I'm surprised myself," she admitted with a small chuckle, "I don't usually do things like this, but something about you caught my attention," She paused as her gaze flicked to his hands playing at his sleeves, he was fixing the watch to peek out of his tweed jacket, "do you have somewhere to be?" she asked.

“I have a, uh, lecture in half an hour," he responded, his voice stern and yielding against her open ears.

"You're a teacher?" she asked, brow raised in intrigue, to which he nodded with a shrug, "That explains so much about you."

"It does?" he asked, his head lightly cocked to the side.

"Mhm," she hummed, taking a sip from her mug, "You seem like the scholarly type." His eyes flicked to the side as he digested her oddly forward answer, "What's your name?"

"Spencer," he said before he quirked his brow to silently request for her own.

"(y/n)," her gaze wide and inviting, before she set her mug down with a soft clink, and rested her chin onto her hand, "So tell me about yourself, Spencer, there has to be more to you than teaching."

"I only teach lectures occasionally," Spencer flitted his eyes to the table, her unwavering attention slightly overwhelming, yet warm enough to keep his own tethered between them, "majority of the time, I work in the behavioral sciences unit, in the FBI."

Surprise and intrigue flashed across her features as she raised her mug to hide her gleaming smile, "Behavioral sciences unit, huh? So you study people?"

"That's actually a misconception," he began, "we investigate federal crimes through a behavioral lens. The creation of this department is actually a pretty interesting story," She nodded for him to go on, and as he spoke, (y/n) followed his hands as they fluttered about, "When it was first established, most of the general public didn't believe that serial killers could've had the capacity for compassion in their early lives."

"Well, in their defense, it's pretty hard to see someone as a compassionate human being after you've been a direct witness to the families that they tore apart," (y/n) responded, frankly, "So, what changed their minds?"

"The profiles started working," he said matter of factually.

(y/n) just nodded, a simple frown on her face as she digested his information, "It must've taken years for a turn around like that," she lowered her mug, "I can only imagine how hard it must've been to get that department off of the ground."

Spencer scoffed, "Yea, not many people liked to change their minds back then," he responded, accents of jest and spite dancing along his words, "So, uh, what do you do?"

"I'm an author," she responded, pride flashing across her features before melting into rested humility.

Spencer's eyes flashed before his tongue dashed across his lips, he could only imagine the worlds hidden away in her mind, "How long have you been writing?"

"Oh, I've been writing for years, and it was a challenge to find a way to get paid for it," she responded, dismissive yet firm with her voice, "nobody believed me when I said that I was going to open up the world through my words; make it seem more inviting and colorful than it's turned out to be."

He watched a storm roll across her gaze as she followed her rippled reflection in her mug, her finger lightly playing at the rim. "I know I probably just sound like every other starving artist out there," she chuckled, "but I've dreamt this big since I was a kid, so a couple of naysayers aren't going to stop me from doing what I love."

Spencer nodded, "I know how hard it is to be doubted by the people who are supposed to support you," an empathetic smile flickered across his lips, "it took my mother years to accept my career path."

"Oh, yea?" she asked, "I had no idea you could meet so much resistance in becoming an FBI agent."

Spencer chuckled, bashful, "Most of the resistance came from how young I was. The other training agents were nearly ten years older than me when I started."

(y/n) startled a bit, "Ten years? How young were you when you started working for the FBI?"

"Twenty two." He answered simply, and upon realizing her blase response, he quickly followed up with, "Most agents join the FBI in their mid-thirties."

"Oh, I see I have a genius on my hands," she jested, "somehow, that doesn't surprise me." She muttered wistfully, her hands interlocked under her chin. "The jacket, the hair, the wide intelligent eyes; you have scholar written all over you."

"You could tell that just from what I was wearing?" He asked, a mild wonder tinting his words.

"Mhm, writers study people too," she responded nonchalantly, "passers by present so many details of who they are on the surface."

He spared himself a glance as her eyes turned to the bustling city goers, drinking her in as much as he could. The white sheen of the snow covered sidewalks bounced off of her skin; she seemed to steep in the weak winter sun. He followed how her shoulders rose and fell with a wistful breath before she darted her gaze back down to her journal, her fingers caressing the page as kindly as the breeze that spins autumn leaves.

"That's how I make sense of the world," she started, "those little characteristics that no one pays any mind to make the world so bright for me, and I want to share that perspective with as many people as I possibly can."

Spencer felt the apples of his cheeks grow warm as he gathered the earnest hope held in her eyes while she cradled the page between her finger tips. Her drive to share her craft ran so deep; she was so open and honest.

Before he could get another word out, his watch beeped, drawing both of their gazes to his wrist; their half hour was up. The rising excitement in his chest deflated as he began to tuck his watch back into its place, “I hate to cut this short, but I have to go.” He said, apologetically, “When can I see you again?”

"I'm not going anywhere any time soon." An easy grin spread across her lips as she scanned her frenzied notes, “I like to come to this corner of the coffee shop whenever I have writer's block, and I usually don’t leave until I have a decent story on my hands."

Spencer's lips quirked up to a grin that matched hers, before he nodded and stood to gather his things.

"On the off chance that I do leave before you’re done lecturing," she started, grabbing a napkin and scrawling something across it, "Here's my number. I would love to see you again."

His grin widened as he took the napkin and pocketed it before gathering the rest of his things, “I’m glad you invited me over here,” he said bashfully with his hand gripping his satchel’s strap.

“I am too.” (y/n) responded, her hands cupping her mug once more, while she smiled softly, “now go before you’re late.”

With a curt nod and a gentle wave, Spencer turned on his heel, and made his way to the coffee shop doors, a slight bounce in his stride as he let his mind travel mere hours ahead of him when he could see (y/n) again. Her and her idiosyncrasies drew him in, and he could not wait to figure her out.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer fluff #spencer x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #dr. spencer reid #spencer reid x reader fluff

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thelatetimothylawrence · 3 years

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I never made a mobile-friendly post with my Verses and Rules so... just check under the cut, I guess?

I'll also pin it to be easy to access.

VERSES

Borderlands 3 - After Jackpot

The “default” verse for my roleplay, unless stated otherwise. Thanks to the help of Moxxi and the Vault Hunters, he was able to flee from that golden Jack-shaped prison and try to search a new place where he could start over and finally live his own life, even if having the voice and appearances (and also DNA) of a deceased dictator will not make it easy. To overcome all of this and the traumas he suffered, Timothy will need time…but now he finally has all the time he needs. Free. (small note: for this verse, Tim got a new hand thanks to FL4K building it like they do for their pets)

Tag: #[verse: after jackpot]

Pre-Sequel - Jimothy the Body Double

Basically, a verse that takes place in the Pre-Sequel Era after he got tricked into the surgery, whole body-double/Vault Hunter gig.

Tag: #[verse: jimothy]

Borderlands 2 - Still a Doppelganger

After the events of Pre-Sequel and before the death of Handsome Jack, a sort of AU where he didn’t get sent to the Jackpot and continues acting as a double for Jack. He was branded, dons the mask, and he’s the firts of the doubles…the other double (mostly pocket-watch doubles) consider him being the “favourite” since he’s the first one, but he suffers the same consequences - or probably worse - as the others if he stumbles upon the wrath of Jack. He doesn’t like having to continue being a double, but what other option there is for someone like him?

Tag: #[verse: still a doppelganger]

Post-TPS/early BL2 and after - Timothy the Renegade

Another sort of AU. After the events of TPS and after the branding, Timothy finally finds the courage to flee from Jack and Hyperion. Faking to being busy with some business for Jack on Concordia, he stops by Nurse Nina to get the infamous bomb out of his body and remove the clasps of the mask (the surgeries were irreversible but at least those things where fixable) - paying well to ensure that she’ll never tell that he has been there - and defects on Pandora. The best way to hide something, sometimes is in plain sight. Also, no one would notice someone that keeps his face hidden between all the masked bandits that live on that planet. There, he lives as a bounty hunter and by not staying too long on the same place.

His hair is kept long, in a low ponytail, the scarred face usually his hidden with goggles and a scarf, the voice is changed through a modulator that keeps hidden under the scarf. Tim still has the watch with his diji-jacks, he was able to alter their code so Jack couldn’t use the watch to track him down nor control it, and also made them able to mimic his disguise so they won’t out his identity. No more silly one-liners, their AI was improved after the Elpis’ events.

Tag: #[verse: renegade]

Pre-Canon - Freckled Ginger

Before the Pre-Sequel. Timothy was a simple guy - with ginger hair, freckles and glasses - attempting at completing his college studies while the loan he had to take was keeping him more than broke. But he didn’t want to go back to his family after he insisted to go to that college instead of a community one. He won’t be able to handle the shame of failing, nor having to admit that he has a big debt on his shoulders because he wanted to chase his dream to become a writer.

Tag: #[verse: freckled ginger]

RULES

Basics

I have roleplaying experience, but not on Tumblr

English is not my language, sorry in advance

I’m shit at formatting, but I’ll try my best

Even though my schedule is embarassingly open, I can’t assure to be active often or be able to reply fast because of both timezones (I’m in GMT+1) or because my mental health told me to go fuck myself to take a break for a bit.

Will be roleplaying when I’m on computer, because I hate that the phone keyboard hides almost all the text editor of Tumblr app.

Now the real rules:

I won’t be writing any sexual NSFW content: I’m not comfortable with that.

Any other thing (adult or not) found in the Borderlands universe is fine with me, just don’t make me write the hanky-panky.

As stated before, I’m not good with formatting posts

I don’t have a fixed lenght for replies, but I’ll try to adapt to the other’s style… but I can’t guarantee to be able to write sth lenghty bc of language skills barrier.

There won’t be icons in my replies because I know myself and I’ll end up forgetting to add them quite soon.

I’m not selective currently, I just want to roleplay and have fun. Probably I will not be following back non-rp blogs simply to keep dash & notifications tidy.

OC friendly! I love seeing Borderlands OCs and if you have an about page I’ll surely will be giving it a look!

Multiverse: mainly BL3 post Jackpot DLC, but I’m open to roleplay other timelines and Verses/AUs

About this, if you have any idea for a verse/au feel free to message me to discuss plots and stuff together!

Since it’s Multiverse I guess that it could also be Multiship, but I don’t really care about ship stuff. Let’s see how the plot goes naturally.

No Godmodding but this should be like the basic thing in rp.

Also!

The Timothy that I’ll roleplay will be a mix of Canon and Headcanons, so it could not fit the expecations

Mun is not the Muse: me and Timothy may have a bunch of traits in common, but we are not the same thing. Please keep them separated.

On this note, no OOC drama. I don’t want you drama, nor I care about it. Keep your drama for yourself because I have my share of drama irl: if I’m here I want to have fun and not suffer anxiety/panic attacks because of some shit internet drama.

I’m kinda shy and anxious so I can’t guarantee to be the one initiating the interactions, but I’ll try my best.

#[off the clock; ooc]#[rules & verses]#borderlands rp

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bumbershots · 3 years

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A CERTAIN ROMANCE

CHAPTER TWO: MONDAY THROUGH FRIDAY

Author’s note: Hello! Thanks a lot to everyone for reading this, I’m over the moon with the messages you sent after posting the first chapter. Keep them coming, and enjoy! ~ Alex

Story Masterlist ** Word count 2.3K **

If she was prettier and a bit smarter. If she were special, like the Instagram models that Teen Vogue features in their cover nowadays. She would have the guts to take three steps towards him and ask if he is who she thinks he is.

Harry is standing once again across from her, and she doesn't even know that he is wearing his beloved woolly jumper that has a picture of the planet Saturn on it, just for her. The girl wonders if they've heard of Styles on that planet, too. Of course they have, she scolds herself looking away from him at last, not believing her luck. For the third time on a Thursday, at half past three, he's jumping in the train right after her. The first time could've been luck, second one was a lovely coincidence but a third time? It's a charm. That's what her grandma would say.

But she isn't brave enough to walk up to him, not because of who he is, but the pressure and build up around the entire situation. What if he's a dickhead? She frowns at the thought, knowing it can't be true, not when his eyes, the so-called windows of the soul, are that nice.

They're both in a corner of the train this time, conversations start to sputter around as people try to keep their own talk ticking along on autopilot. He seems to be busy, reading Keith Richards' autobiography, she wants to talk to him about it, it's been a while since she read it though she still remembers it clear as day. The next one is his stop, she sighs in defeat at her own cowardly nature and takes out her mobile only to look busy.

Harry wants to talk to her, this is the third Thursday in a row, he's afraid there won't be a fourth one. He's back from his last meeting with Jack and Fernando, everything is set to start the renovation. He won't be taking this route anymore, it's now or never. But it's harder than he thought, to approach her and that's it, he doesn't know what he's supposed to do once he stands before her.

The speaker announces his stop, but instead of leaning away from the wall and walking out of the train, he flips the page of his book, letting the doors close and stays on the carriage for the next station. He is so nervous, a bit scared of his bold choice to stay on the line without a well defined plan. He's never been this nervous about talking to someone, the butterflies on his tummy at the mere sight of her are restless. Maybe if he scoots closer, little by little, he can nudge her side and mouth her a polite "hello," a warm smile afterwards so she doesn't think it's a come on. Except it is.

Harry closes his book, deciding that it's stupid and honesty is the best way to anything. He will just greet her and ask if he can buy her a cup of coffee someday, easy, breezy like Jack says. His green eyes follow her out of the train, they just reach Colindale station, before he can process what is going on or even move, the doors close and the vehicle is moving back to the tunnel. Away from her and his last chance. His mouth is dry and it's like he stuffed it to the brim with cotton.

He got off on Burnt Oak and switched direction, he was so mad at himself, the deep frown on his face said it all. This was supposed to be his chick flick moment and he ruined it by not doing anything at all. He keeps his face glued to the door closest to him, waiting for her to come up and smile at him in that knowing way. Perhaps then he would stand tall, mention that cup of coffee after introductions are made and she will agree. But she doesn't come back on the next station, or the three following ones. Harry gets off the train with a cloud looming above him, the wind is blowing in that nasty way that announces a storm following suit. The singer hurries to his home, trying to beat it.

The rain comes out of nowhere in full force just as Harry walks through his front gate, dashing to the inside of his house. He decides to fix himself a light lunch to keep his mind from wondering if she made it to her destination before the rain caught up with her. A text message from Jack does the trick, he sent him the address for Freddie's birthday. Harry can't believe that's tonight.

"Hello stranger," Gemma's voice greets the musician after the second ring. "All right?"

"All right, just forgot about plans I had for the evening," he hated to cancel dinner with his sister, "come with me?" Harry's tone is hopeful, she can almost picture his adorable cherub face, eyes sparkling.

"Is it with your teenage friends?" He hums trying to come up with a lie, "Harry we can have our dinner tomorrow night instead, I don't mind." As much as she loves her brother, that doesn't extend to that certain group of acquaintances.

"They're not that bad!"

"Baby brother, have fun with the lads, I'll see you tomorrow, pick me up at eight o'clock." She states before ending the call. Harry huffs before finishing his veggie wrap and jumps in the shower.

Perhaps he should've told Gemma that his mood tonight wasn't the best, that although he wanted to go out and about, he didn't want to do it alone. But her reasons to avoid his less mature group of mates are valid so he grabs his parka and his phone and, a little stooped, heads for the flat where the party is held.

A few years ago, he set himself three tasks: prioritise friends, learn how to be an adult, achieve a proper balance between the big and the small. Harry genuinely loves the fittings of his outfits before tour, playing his music for thousands. But he realised, as well, that the coolest things are not always the cool things. Tonight he's hearing anecdotes of how his friends sold almost everything they owned, to be able to afford a trip to the World Cup in Russia the year before. He knows that England almost made it to the final, but to see the agony and pain reflected on Freddie's eyes as he tells the story is truly humbling and heartbreaking.

"They had to escort me out, an hour after the match ended." The birthday lad finishes with glossy eyes. "I've never felt so powerless in my life, the world just seemed so unfair from then on, you know?" Harry doesn't, but he nods and finishes his drink. "But enough about good old me, what about you?"

"Same old, touring for a while, back in British soil before I take off again." He doesn't like giving rehearsed answers to his friends, but they're surrounded by at least a dozen people carrying out their own conversations while straining to hear what Styles says.

"Thinking about the next album already?" His friend's amazement is genuine, "can't believe what you'll hit me with next!" Freddie was his rocker friend. The one with an expensive vinyl collection, the one to never miss a Rolling Stones show, the one that religiously attended Glastonbury every year. Remembering this, Harry relaxed and decided to share with him a topic that left him vulnerable.

"You can expect a lot of break up songs that's for sure," he tries to joke but Freddie's smile falters a bit.

"How long has it been?"

"It'll be a year next month." He can't believe it still feels so recent and not at the same time. "I'm getting used to it." Freddie sighs and nods in understanding.

"I'm sorry you have to go through a shit thing like that, you're one of the good ones H," the green eyed musician is blushing, waving his hand at his companion in an attempt to dismiss his words. "It's the truth I mean... look around us, Jack has been on and off with Alexis for years," the two men observe the couple they're discussing, nothing seems wrong with them but Freddie's words are true, Jack has a habit of calling it quits with the redhead once she brings up marriage. "Kiera and Mosas cheat on each other all the time, we're not even sure if they're still together at this point... last but not least you have Alf, Christophe, Ruben and myself, four emotionally unavailable men who can't commit because they can't get their shit together." Silence takes over the two friends, it's deafening even though the background music can be heard loud and clear.

"I made some shitty decisions too, that's what drove her away," Harry wants to continue, the tequila shots seemed to have loosened his tongue.

"No, no, no you listen to me," Freddie's hands hold his younger friend's face carefully. "I know you're not a dishonest scummy man, you're allowed to make mistakes in a relationship and learn from them... don't be like Alf," he lets Harry's face go and nods towards the tallest guy in the room, "he had a brief relationship with a Portuguese girl, charmed her socks off and when she planned to move here guess what he did?"

"What?" Harry knew the answer, but he wanted to give his friend the benefit of the doubt.

"He cuts her off! Ghosting is what they call it nowadays. Just like that... and you think he learned, except that he doesn't!" His friend is now sounding too frustrated. "I saw him do the same thing to Al, perhaps it was a bit different she already lived here but she wanted more and just—" he can't finish his thought and Harry feels for his friend. "We all do that, it's a trend."

"Must be something in the water." The curly one tries to joke and he earns a soft smile from the birthday guy, along with a heartwarming hug. "You can always ring me Freddie, to chat and if I'm home see each other." Harry knows this is something new in their friendship, but he feels it necessary, after so many years of knowing each other. He can tell that Freddie is trying to find his way into adulthood, something that Harry had to experience at a much younger age due to his career.

"Thanks mate, I would really like that." Harry is about to ask Freddie about his family's well-being when a figure entering the room caught his eye, she was wearing the burgundy coat like that first Thursday he was lucky enough to lay eyes on her, high-waisted trousers. The newsboy cap was missing though, but he was glad because it gave her curly hair the freedom it lacked before.

Of all the places where he thought they might meet again, his friend's birthday party was certainly not on the list. She was here, greeting Jack and the others, pulling her sleeve to show how uncomfortable she was at making small talk with Alexis and Keira. She has to crane her neck up a bit when talking to, well pretty much anyone in the room.

This is the miracle he's been waiting for, he thinks just as the song changes to The Beach Boys' and a small smirk threatens to expand on Harry's lips, he does want to ask her if she wants to dance like the sixties tune suggested.

"Harry it's nice to see you again!" Fernando stands in the way blocking the view between the musician and the tube girl. He cringes a bit at the nickname and makes a mental note to learn her name, the sooner the better.

"Fer, I have missed you since we last saw each other earlier today," the architect laughs and so does Freddie. "Would you like a beer?" Forever polite Harry asks.

"No, I'm driving tonight but I'll fetch one for my sister," he says stepping around the bar where Harry and Freddie have been leaning against for the past hour, "I'm starving though, do you mind if I order something Fred?"

"I have some pizza in the fridge man, help yourself." Fernando thanks him before nodding to the person standing behind Harry.

"This beer alright?" Harry turns around just in time to meet a pair of chocolate eyes staring at the guy behind the bar and nod in acceptance. "You already know Freddie and this is Harry," the curly guy is speechless, now up close she seems prettier than before and real. "Harry this is my sister Alma." She smiles in a sweet way that makes the pop star wonder if he's about to go into cardiac arrest.

"I saw you in the tube, Hampstead station guy!" Her voice was nothing like he had imagined, it was raspy and a hint of an accent he couldn't quite put his finger on was swimming through her words.

"That's me..." he admitted, the pink blush from his cheekbones migrating to his ears. Alma thought he looked adorable.

"Do you wanna dance?" She asked after a big gulp of her beer. All star by Smash Mouth just started playing, that was definitely not what Harry wanted to dance with her. Not that he had a secret plan to woo her with his moves, he wasn't the best dancer.

But he took her hand and let her lead the way to the unofficial dance floor, that on a regular day was the dining room. Oblivious to all the eyes focusing on them, Harry allowed himself to enjoy the unexpected turn of events, he had already wasted precious time not talking to this marvellous woman. Like Freddie said, he had to learn from his mistakes, instead of repeating them.

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ri-translates · 4 years

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Translation: Itaru Chigasaki [Schoolhouse at Dusk] - Heart-Throbbing! Kasugamine Academy Part 1

Izumi begins her first day at as a student teacher at Kasugamine Academy.

NOTE: This backstage story correlates to parts of the play in the event, “I Come With the Night.” Please be aware of potential spoilers aside from the fact that this backstage story itself is a spoiler to EN LOL

Part 2 || Part 3

“School. It’s not just a learning institution, but a place where youth awaits with many wonderful encounters. ….Today is the first major step to my teaching dreams! It's the start of my work as a student teacher at the private school Kasugamine Academyーー...!”

Izumi: But all of a sudden, I oversleptーーー! Being late to my first day of hands-on teaching would be a huge problem-! Ahh, I don’t even have time to make breakfast!

*she runs out*

Izumi: *munch munch* ….Of course, I gotta have curry bread for breakfast! If I make a dash for it while eating curry bread, I should be able to make it in timeーー!

???: Uwahh!!

Izumi: Kyaa!! Owww…

???: Ouch… Are you all right? I’m sorry. Because I was looking at my phone, I wasn’t looking ahead properly.

Izumi: It’s fine! I’m sorry as well.

???: Ah, you dropped your curry bread.

Izumi: I’m sorry, thank you very much! (Thank goodness! It didn’t touch the ground because it was inside the bag!)

???: Then, I’ll be off.

Izumi: Of course!

Teacher: We will now begin with the school-wide morning assembly.

Izumi: Haa...Haa… (I-I made it just in time, somehow… The line for teaching staff meets up over there right?)

From today onwards, I’ll be moving locations to work as one of Kasugamine Academy’s student teachers.

It’s a very popular school in the area.

I think teaching will be difficult, but rather than that, when I think about getting one step closer to being the teacher I’ve dreamed of becoming, I get excited!

Shinbashi: Haha. Morning, Izumi-chan.

Izumi: Shinbashi-kun!

This is Shinbashi-kun, a guy who was in the same teaching major as me in university. He also happened to get a job here as a student teacher as well.

Shinbashi: Ah, your bangs are disheveled. This is our first impression on the students, so you have to take care of your appearance. Did you also come eating curry bread today?

Izumi: How did you know I had curry breadーー

Shinbashi: That’s cuz you’re always eating it… Ah, hold on a second.

Izumi: ーー!! (H-His face is close…! ...Shinbashi-kun’s fingers are long and beautiful, but they also have a manly feeling…)

Shinbashi: ….There you go. You had something stuck in your hair? Probably bread crumbs from the curry bread.

Izumi: Eh, wait….where’s my mirror!

Shinbashi: Don’t worry. I took it off so it’s fine. ...Yep, you look pretty today too.

Izumi: !! (Shinbashi-kun’s smile from point-blank range…! M-My face is turning red.) Th...Thanks….

Shinbashi: ーー! S-Sorry. I just thought your bangs looked even and pretty….is all.

Izumi: Ah, yeah… I just got them cut yesterday…

Shinbashi: ….So that’s why you’re even prettier today.

Izumi: ….Huh?

Principal: ーーAnd that’s all I have to say.

Teacher: Next, we will introduce the student teachers who will be working here from now on.

Kondo: Shinbashi-sensei, Tachibana-sensei, please get up on stage.

The one who just spoke up is Kondo-sensei, the P.E. teacher. Because of his refreshing appearance, I thought he was the social studies teacher, but he’s actually the physical education teacher.

Izumi: Ah, yes! Understood! (It’s time for the greeting, huh. I’m getting nervous…)

Teacher: Please start us off, Shinbashi-sensei.

Shinbashi: Nice to meet you, everyone! My name is Shinbashi Shin. I believe that coming to this school and meeting everyone will surely beーー

Izumi: (Shinbashi-kun’s greeting really carries his passionate feelings across. I can’t lose, I have to do my best!)

Teacher: Thank you very much, Shinbashi-sensei. Next up, Tachibana-sensei, please.

Izumi: Y-Yes!

Shinbashi: Do your best!

Izumi: Yeah, thanks! I’m Tachibana Izumi, a-and from today onwards, I’ll be working here as a student teacher! At this school, there’ll be various things to learnーー (My voice is shaking due to nervousness. But yesterday, I thought I’d give it my all so I have to do my best until the very end…..!) ーーSo I want to become a theather everyone can count on! …! A-A teacher everyone can count on… [1]

Student A: Ahaha!

Student B: Hehe. Sensei fumbled her words, how cute~!

Student C: Haha! You can do it~ Tachibana-sensei~!

Teacher: Shinbashi-sensei, Tachibana-sensei, thank you very much. Everyone, please give these two a big round of applause.

Izumi: (I’m so embarrassed I messed up at that part, my face is flushing. Rather, it’s on fire. I want to crawl into a deep hole…)

Futami: Haha.

Izumi: (Eh? No way...H-He’s laughing at me….!?)

The person laughing at me right in front of me is Futami-sensei, the modern Japanese studies teacher. His bangs are so long, I can’t read his expression at all. He’s an enigmatic person.

Futami: Whew…. There’s still some bread crumbs stuck on you.

Izumi: !!

Futami: I’m kidding. ….Shouldn’t you quickly get back in line?

Izumi: Eh….Ah, my apologies! (Messing up my words is my fault, but why is he treating me with that kind of attitude? It feels a little creepy….)

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[1] Izumi says “...先生になりたいでしゅっ！……！な、なりたいです……” where she basically bites her tongue and mispronounces it at the end. I translated it this way because I felt like it sounded more natural this way in English.

I ACCIDENTALLY OVERWROTE THE POST WHEN I WENT TO EDIT ON MOBILE IM SORRY

It’s the 24th of April here in Japan so HAPPY BIRTHDAY ITARU!! I don’t have his other birthday story (and I believe his Playback story has already been translated) so here’s his Mixed Troupe Event Card story! A big shout out to my friend @hanevma for sharing the story with me and letting me translate it! CHUCHUS U LOVE U MEDU!!

As always, if you spot any mistakes or errors in the translation, please don’t hesitate to let me know! Keep in mind that I’m not a professional translator/localization pro by any means, so take this translation with a grain of salt. Thanks for reading! Parts 2 and 3 will be up soon!

Part 2 || Part 3

#a3! translation #chigasaki itaru #settsu banri #tsukioka tsumugi #ikaruga misumi #itaru chigasaki #banri settsu #tsumugi tsukioka #misumi ikaruga #a3!#ri translates #itaru: kasugamine academy

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imagesbyele · 3 years

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prices - page 2 for mobile

please read the guidelines too, I say what I will do, what I won’t do, and explain very important things. this page was divided due to eccessive html that was breaking the post. for types of rp icons and screencaps, here.

note: I get all sort of fees from changing money to transferring it because paypal taxes everything, therefore it seems fair to “raise” the price if you pay in usd, considering this is the actual difference:

and paypal does this:

+takes fees from ko-fi.

So, for example, looking at my most expensive type of icons, the 7th C, because the difference seems to be the biggest, you’ll find:

between 100 and 199 icons: 0.15 euro / 0.19 usd. For example for 150 icons would be at 22.5 euro / 28.7 usd instead of 30 euro / 45 usd.

this may look a big difference on paper. In reality 0,15 euro are 0.18 dollars, and 22.5 euros does equal to 27.65. If I made you pay 0.18 I’d lose money because paypal takes a fee when changing it in euro, this way I only lose a tiny bit if any.

200 icons of type c? 0.03 euro / 0.041 usd for each, so it will be 6 euro / 8.2 usd. 6 euros actually equals to 7.3 dollars so I’m barely covering the fee.

ARE THERE ANY SALES/DISCOUNTS?

yes!

-since Jan 1st, icons from type 7 to type 10 will get a 10% discount on the final price, ‘til date to be determined!

-starter pack of at least 100 icons of any kind (except the base one, in which case it’s 200 icons because the first 100 are free) with psd or not, at least 2 banners, a header = gets you a 15% discount on the final price on top of whatever other discount you can get buying more things that have one, like the psds.

-banners have their own built-in discounts, see below. So do psd, after 100 icons the price is 50% off.

-you’ll find under every icon type the price for each but also the discount for bigger batches of icons, which grows as they go.

now you’ll find:

dash icons

psds

banners and a first draft of headers

examples of math done for a request

Currently I don't have promos nor themes backgrounds here because I'm still preparing examples/seeing what I can do and not do. Same goes for custom html and more things. However you can check my sidebar for links to first promos/theme backgrounds and prices for those "models".

dash icons

are 0.2 euro/0.3 usd each if you are buying something else too, you can request transparent ones with something in the background, or pattern backgrounds or special shapes, shadows and glows. If you want all of the above it’s 0.4 euro/0.6 usd. Because paypal would take most of it, if you are ONLY buying dash icons I will make you five for you to choose and keep, so a pack is either 1 or 2 euros / 1.5 or 3 usd, depending on your choices.

random examples:

more to be added. free samples here.

my psds, learned thanks to octomoosey’s tutorials.

If you want me to add them to the icons it will be one 0.02 euros/0.025 usd more for every icon (2 euro / 2.5 usd every 100) After the first 100 icons, the rest of the psd price will be cut in a half. 150 psds for your icons would cost 2.5 euro / 3.12 usd instead of 3 euro / 3.75 usd.

-the price stays the same if you offer the icons, seeing as it’s about making the psd, then adding and adjusting the psd to each icon. (pre-made icons must be made by you or by someone who gave you permission to edit. If you credit me somewhere please make clear I only offered the psd).

for free samples simply check the tags /psd-a , /psd-b etc.

j, k and l have a gradient too so there are several examples to show how it changes images depending on the original coloring

more to be added.

banners

You can find the examples here

Also general banners I make and share in ‘my banners’ tag.

-1 euro/2.5 usd for each static banner, can be done in similar style or with changes (for example one has a rectangular avatar, one has an oval one).

-2 euros/3.5 usd for each with overlay.

-4 euro/5.5 usd for each with gif.

I’m thinking that a ‘pack’ could be of five: starter call, open starter, plotting call, headcanons, answers. If you take five or more (those 5 or you may need a different banner I’m not thinking of, like an ooc banner instead of a open starter one? up to you), you get a 10% discount on the final price. -after the first five banners, each additional secondary banner for a different verse will be 40% off; consider that it will likely need different images and colors from the other verse one, so it’s a different new banner. If you want the same identical one and just the name of the verse changes, it will be only 0.4 euro/0.8 usd.

We’ll need to discuss colors, images, borders, glows, shadows, your url/character name and whatever else you want in it, I want them to be as close as what you want as possible.

headers

I am currently deciding what I can offer, you can see what I have done up until now with headers here. I know I can offer far more options, but if you already like those (and again, obvously it will be a back and forth, you can ask for your url, quotes, tell me whether to add something or not to what I’ll show you) I think it’s safe to say that I’ll ask:

-3 euros/4.5 usd for a header, static or with overlay.

-5 euro/ 6.5 usd for a header with gif.

-7 euro / 8.5 usd for a header with double overlay or gif + overlay. 1 additional euro/2 additional usd for any more gifs or overlays you may want on top

shapes and how many borders/’things’ to add on the basic icon you want will determine in which category the icon you have requested falls and therefore how much it costs.

examples:

“Ele, can you make me 150 of your 100px circle icons with semi-transparent border exactly like in 5c, but with your psd H? Jennifer Morrison as Emma Swan in episodes 5x8 or 2x9 or 5x10 or all of them...”

“Sure, once I’m done it it will be 12.25 euro (9,75 for the icons + 2.5 for psd)/ 15,87 usd (12.75 usd for icons + 3.12 for psd). I’ll make you a few examples so you can tell me if it’s okay or I need to change something”

“Oh I can’t spend more than 10 euro/12 usd!”

“okay, so if you want at least 150 icons with psd you have to put aside 2.5 euro/3.12 usd for it, so let’s see which ones you can get for 7.5 euro or 8.8 usd... up until type 3″ (type 3 in usd is 9.03 but I’ll throw in a few icons for free)

Feel free to ask me questions about ANYTHING! If you want to ask if I can take a commission now (but read my guidelines first!) and you are at loss of what to say, I’d suggest a ‘hi Ele, can you take commissions? I’d need at least X icons (or ‘I don’t know how many icons yet, let’s talk about it later’) of this fc, possibly from these movie/episodes’ this way even if timezones keep us apart I’ll be able to check as soon as possible if I can find resources to do it, if I have the time, etc and come back to discuss aesthetic with you and if maybe there aren’t enough usable caps to make icons depending on their quality and whether you only want close shots or not. Ims, ask and submit are all available. Everything else doesn’t require me looking for many screencaps as icons do, so you can just check 'hey are you open for banners commissions?’ (for example) and later I’ll come ask you about what you’d like. If you see me online after you send the ask and I haven’t replied even just with a 'sorry, super busy now but I’ll get back to you asap’ (probably because looking after my grandfather or too sick to sit up) I didn’t get the ask, try ims or submit or anything because I will not ignore you. I’ll make a commission form soon so I won’t risk losing anything and we’ll skip having to wait for the other to be online, at least for those first details.

#prices page part 2

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dopescotlandwarrior · 4 years

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A Hero Among Us-Chapter 17

Previous chapters at AO3 A special thanks to @statell for all your help

Chapter Seventeen

Angus came around the back of the house and stopped dead watching Rupert’s face drain of color as he gripped some kind of fabric.

“What’s happened?” Angus pulled the fabric out of Rupert’s hands and read the note.

“They took her,” Rupert shouted. “We must find Jamie.”

“He’s here, with Ben, hurry Rupert.”

The men gathered around and silently watched Jamie clutch the wrap and read the note. He looked around like a rabid animal and finally yelled for Rupert in a voice none had heard before.

“Take four men to fetch Mary. Over the water and hurry. Pistols and long guns, and by Christ, hurry!”

Jamie looked at Claire’s wrap in his hands and his fingers felt the thickness of his coat. He looked up at Ben, still in the saddle, “she’ll freeze to death Ben.”

Ben understood what Jamie needed and started barking orders as fast as he could. The men mobilized just as fast.

You five get to the Beringer winery. Stay hid, observe, and wait for us. It will be an hour before we get there. Bundle up, take a pistol if you have one and watch anyone up and moving around. I’m sorry we don’t have horses for you but it’s not that far. If anyone gets caught on the property, ask for Wyatt Earp, he’s a guest at the winery, tell him what’s happened, ask him to stay until we get there.

“Tell Misses Crook to be ready to travel in an hour and have the carriage ready.”

Ben took a deep breath to continue his plan and Misses Crook’s voice could be heard, loud and clear, behind the men.

“That willna be necessary Mister Yountz, I'm ready.” Jamie’s head jerked up. The old woman had three blankets under her saddle and packs of supplies tied where ever she found room.

“Can ye ride Misses Crook?” Jamie looked hopeful.

“That I can, laddie.”

Jamie looked up at Ben. Get the tracker, tell him two thousand to find my wife. I’ll write a note for Lester at the bank and meet ye at the winery. One hour should be light enough by then to follow tracks.

Ben spun his prize horse like a rodeo rider and galloped into the night. Jamie asked the men to form groups and take two-hour watches around the property. He dashed into the house to write his note for the bank manager and nearly ran into Fergus. Jamie looked at his scarred face and felt his heart for the first time in several hours. Fergus was holding a knife in his hand and had his coat on over his sleeping clothes. Jamie felt the hand of doom inch closer to his neck and cleared his throat harshly.

“I dinna need one more thing to worry about tonight Fergus so ye stay inside the house and go back to bed. If ye do one thing to worry me I’m droppin ye at the orphanage the second I get the lady home.” He drilled his steal blue eyes into the boy and in a voice that sent shivers up Fergus’s spine, “I’ll no be kiddin about this. Follow my orders or be gone tomorrow.”

Fergus dropped his little knife and ran up the stairs to his bedroom, slamming the door. Jamie stopped Misses Crook from going after him while she gave him the side-eye.

“I need him scared Misses Crook, no coddling.”

While Jamie wrote his note Misses Crook shoved bannocks into a floor sack along with any high sugar food she could find. Jamie tied the sack to his horse and watched Misses Crook deftly swing up in the saddle, finding room for her skirts and legs to straddle the animal like a man. Jamie saw the men with Mary coming from the shore and nodded to Rupert.

Angus had stood stock still since handing the wrap to Jamie two hours ago. Jamie looked down at him. "Rupert’s group in the house, ye’re in charge of everythin else. Eye’s open. They will ken I’m out searchin for Claire. If what they truly want is here ye’ll have the fight of yer life tonight."

“I got this boss. Bring the lady home.”

Jamie and Misses Crook took off for the winery to meet up with Ben, the tracker, and hopefully, Wyatt Earp who were all assembled on the road a quarter-mile from the winery. They spoke quietly and Wyatt mounted and rode toward town with Jamie’s note for the bank manager. Ben watched for the tracker who was looking at any kind of prints around the mansion to find a direction. They waited as did a silent observer in the shadows, hidden from view.

Jamie exhaled, about undone from the waiting when he saw a streak of white come down from the brush onto the road. He grabbed for his pistol which was hung up in the holster long enough for Ben to calm him. It was the tracker and he had a direction. Doc rolled his eyes from his position nearby and thought best to remove Jamie’s pistols at the first opportunity. The tracker would stay on his feet and told Ben how to circle around the estate and meet up in the woods. To avoid waking the entire household, Ben led the group on a slow walk that nearly drove Jamie out of his mind. Once they were clear of the estate they cut into the woods and followed the tracker.

Lester walked swiftly to the bank at six o’clock sharp and saw a menacing man pacing near the front door. Hyperventilation came first followed by watery bowels as he climbed the steps to the door of the bank.

“Caaaaa…caaaa…c…ca…”

Wyatt took the keys from Lester’s shaking hand and opened the bank door ushering the stammering manager inside. The note from Jamie shook in Lester’s hands and his face was white as snow when he dropped it onto his desk. Wyatt showed his badge and asked the manager to hurry finally pulling him from his seat and walking him back to the vault. Ten minutes later, Wyatt left the bank with a large satchel and mounted his horse. He knew there would be someone posted at the bank and gave the man plenty of time to see him and the satchel before he galloped to the next destination.

The moment Claire felt the meaty hand cover her mouth that dragged her around the corner of the mansion she knew it would be a fight for her life. She tried to get her feet under her and take a breath to scream but the arm around her neck was crushing her windpipe. As she was dragged closer to a horse her wrap was pulled off her and a man’s voice told her to get in the saddle. She tried her hardest to wiggle out of his arm and a fist crashed into her forehead so hard she blacked out.

The first seconds of consciousness were excruciating pain in her head, freezing cold, and a death grip from the man behind her. He smelled like urine and stale tobacco making her retch to the side while he laughed in earnest. Now that she was awake, he spurred the horse into a brutal run making Claire hold the saddle with all her strength to stay on. The pounding was unmerciful, and she tried to lift her seat and balance on her arms that were nearly frozen and numb. The first pain gripped her deep inside and she struggled to breathe through the contraction, the pounding of the galloping horse, the freezing wind, and the terror. When it finally released her, she panted and clung to the saddle as the man continued to spur the poor horse. She could see torches in the distance and became aware of a rider next to them. She prayed it was Jamie coming to kill this man and save her. All she had to do is hang on as her body pitched forward when another contraction gripped her.

Wyatt rode deep into the woods as the instructions demanded. After an hour he saw the landmark and rode towards it. He jumped to the ground holding the satchel to his chest and ran to the precipice of a deep gorge at least two hundred feet down. He pulled the satchel over his head and launched it with as much power as he could muster. He prayed the case would stay intact on the way down and watched it drop into the sand and rocks below. He backed up and dropped to the ground as a rider came into view and opened the case. With satchel under his arm, the horse and rider galloped away leaving Wyatt breathing heavy, close to the ground. One thing he knew about outlaws, they didn’t trust each other, so there would be more men waiting to escort the rider to where Claire was being held. He found his way down into the gorge and followed the tracks.

Jamie was silent while they followed the tracker. In his mind, he was telling Claire how much he loved her, and he was coming for her. Be brave Sassenach and stay alive, I’m almost to ye. For miles, he prayed and held her close in his mind. The pain that gripped his stomach was an unwelcome consequence of his all-consuming stress. He switched up the pictures in his mind and watched a group of men die at his hands. Bloody, screaming in pain, losing limbs, heads, and bowels as he tore into them. The pain in his stomach lessened as they pressed on, only to return, again and again.

Jamie struggled as the tracker continued his slow progress. He prayed as his stomach clamped down and twisted painfully. He gasped and dropped his shoulders against the pain taking small breaths that wouldn’t intensify his agony. He squeezed his eyes closed against the pain and as it let up, he could smell her, his Sassenach. He breathed her in and smiled with his eyes closed, “Sassenach.”

Another pain gripped his stomach and he nearly fell off his horse. He looked up at the other riders and spurred his horse to catch up, feeling his heart rate soar when the men started dismounting. The tracker made a motion to silence the group and led Ben into the brush. Jamie did a flying dismount to run after them when his stomach twisted so hard it drove him into the dirt where he was powerless and panting.

Misses Crook watched Jamie with widening eyes as she dismounted and crouched next to him.

“Explain yer pain to me, Mister Fraser.”

Jamie tried to look at her, but the pain was so bad he was slipping out of consciousness. She watched him closely and counted the minutes between the gripping pains. It was not possible, she reasoned, not possible. Not possible!

Claire had been shoved into a shed where she would be hidden. Falling to her knees she felt around in the pitch black of the night and finally laid down to endure another contraction. She had never felt such pain or been so cold in all her life. The contractions got stronger through the night until she was wet with sweat and panting on her hands and knees. She swallowed her screams to keep the men away thanking God she was no longer on that galloping horse. As dawn broke, she crawled to a filthy mound of hay and looked for a weapon, a blanket, anything that would assist the birth of her baby. Her exhaustion drove her into a rapid sleep between contractions so she would wake in the grip of the next one. Claire squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed her scream, sure she would die from the next contraction and begging Jamie to hurry. The next contraction started on the heels of the last. Claire took a deep breath in her exhaustion and blacked out.

Ben sent the tracker to locate Claire because she was not with the men. He prayed they had hidden her somewhere and not slit her throat already. He looked up at the noose thrown over a sturdy branch and swallowed hard at the realization of what they planned for her. Ben prayed hard until he felt the tracker pull his arm. The young man pointed in a direction and whispered, “small shed over the hill one man guarding.”

Ben rolled to his feet and told the young man to go home. His payment was a promise and he was grateful. The tracker was confused and shook his head no. Ben knew it would be a blood bath whether or not Claire was still alive. He insisted and pushed the man to leave.

Ben made his way quietly back to the group. The time for ambush was right now because the gang was getting antsy and would soon get the satchel full of fake money. Claire, if she was alive, would be promptly hung.

Jamie gripped his stomach as it twisted unmercifully and he gasped, “what’s happening Misses Crook?”

The old woman grabbed her supplies and dug into the sacks looking for sweet bread and cookies. She shoved them into his mouth and poured water into it making him gasp.

“What the devil are ye doin ye crazy woman!”

“I have no idea lad but ye better swallow, or choke.”

Jamie looked up as Ben pulled him to his feet. “Come, I know where she is Jamie.”

Jamie tried to pull his pistol from the holster at his hip and doubled over with pain. He pulled at the gun trying to free it and felt a warm hand stop him and pull the pistol out.

“I really think it best that I do the shootin, if ya don’t mind.”

Jamie twisted his head to look at Doc Holiday, the very definition of calm and let Ben pull him along to the shed. Jamie saw the man standing outside the shed and knew he would run inside and kill Claire once the shooting started. He lurched forward as silent as a breeze and worked his way around the shed until he was right behind the guard. When the cramping let go of his stomach he stood up, pulling his knife from his belt, and quietly sliced the man from ear to ear.

The rider dropped the satchel at the feet of their leader. A blood-curdling scream went out and the shooting started as Jamie pushed into the shed. He saw Claire laying on her back. Her dress was torn in several places and her face was swollen with dark bruises. He fell next to her, saying her name, holding her, pleading for her to open her eyes. Jamie’s pants were soaked where his legs touched the ground and he realized Claire was laying in a pool of water just adding to her hypothermia. He touched her face and her blue lips and he cried for her begging her to open her eyes.

Misses Crook ran into the shed and pulled Claire’s skirts up to press her knees open. She shoved a sack at Jamie, ordering him to get liquid into her to start the labor again. She shook Claire hard and yelled for her to wake up. It was over, she was safe, it was time to get her baby to safety. The third time she yelled this to Claire Jamie felt his guts release like a meat hook was pulled out of his stomach. Claire was awake but she shook very hard with the cold and she sobbed for Jamie to help her.

Misses Crook was afraid of how cold Claire’s body felt. “Get behind her and wrap her up in your warmth Mister Fraser, more fluids will bring her labor full on. Fluids and yer bairn lives, that’s yer job. Jamie pulled Claire’s shoulders off the ground and then pulled her into his lap. She was so dehydrated she could not speak intelligibly, and her sobbing was tearless. She swallowed the water, clutching at the canteen to keep it flowing. Jamie spoke in her ear that she was safe, he was here, she had to drink.

When the intense contractions started again, she screamed out and gripped Jamie’s arm. Jamie wept and pleaded with her to push as the shots rang out all around them. He brought the canteen to her lips and told her to drink and she did, making the contractions stronger.

Doc watched the gang go into meltdown when they pulled the top stacks of bills out of the satchel followed by blank paper underneath. When he decided it was time, both pistols were drawn, and his deadly aim picked them off one by one. By the time the gang figured out they were being shot at by someone, most were already dead. Doc heard the metallic click of the empty chambers and holstered one gun while he pulled bullets from his belt and shoved them into the chamber of the other. He knew only two men were standing so he decided one gun was enough. He dropped to the ground and rolled to the next tree, seeing is targets clearly.

Pulling his pistol up, “the fat lady sings to ya gentlemen.”

Two rapid shots from the other side of the clearing dropped the men, dead as they hit the ground.

Wyatt pressed hot smoking pistols into the holsters at his hips and walked into the carnage. Ben joined him and sliced through the rope that held the noose, letting it fall to the ground. He tossed the rope into the fire; thankful Jamie had been spared this image. Wyatt was writing notes on a small pad and confiscating weapons while Doc found a soft place to sit down.

“Now why on earth would ya stride in here and steal my victory, Wyatt? It’s the very reason I don’t like you. I’ve decided, when we get done with this meeting in Wyoming, I’m going my separate way.”

Wyatt smiled at doc with twinkling eyes, “how many times have I heard that Doc?”

“This will be the last time Wyatt.”

Wyatt counted the bodies and looked at his friend, “what’s got you so mad? You got ten, I got two. Honestly Doc, you’re getting selfish in your old age.”

Claire gave a last scream as her body clamped down on her insistent uterus, anxious to disgorge itself of a tiny life that shot out into Misses Crooks arms wailing her unhappiness at being so bloody cold.

Ben was shoving the sacks and blankets into the shed and glanced in to see the tiny arms flailing in the air, pink and bloody. His smile actually hurt his face it was so big. Ben looked heavenward as his own tears seeped out of his eyes. With his arms open wide he shouted at heaven.

“What a glorious thing you did!”

The lawman and the dentist argued in earnest when Doc decided he wasn’t going to Wyoming and Wyatt quickly corrected him, listing the reasons as he ticked off fingers on his hand.

“Do you hear that?”

Doc was sullen, “hear what?”

The unmistakable cry of a newborn baby filled the air and the men listened in silence, each of them feeling the miracle and looked toward the sound.

Misses Crook grabbed a blanket and asked Jamie to make a cut with his knife as she shredded it into smaller squares and swaddled the freezing baby. Each layer of blanket she folded around her brought the squalling volume down until she was toasty warm and sound asleep. Misses Crook laid the baby on Claire’s chest and pressed her legs open to deliver the after birth. She covered Claire with blankets and watched her lips pink up soon after.

Jamie had no idea what was happening outside because the whole world fell away the minute he saw Claire laying on the floor of the shed, unconscious. Every minute after that was a race to save them, his wife, and his child. He kept his mouth on Claire’s ear, even now, and told how brave and magnificent she was to stay alive.

When Misses Crook was through with the afterbirth, she cut the cord with Jamie’s knife and created a knot that would stay with the child until she left the earth as dust. Jamie and Claire were clinging to each other. Misses Crook understood the magnitude of the torturous night, but there was sucking to do, and right now. She pushed her arms into the blankets and pulled the swaddled baby to her.

“Mistress, its time to bring yer milk in. It must be done so let go of the giant Scot and bare yer breast.” Neither of them was moving fast enough for Misses Crook so she shoved the blankets down and yanked on Claire’s dress until a breast was bare. A loving mother’s arms came up to hold the bundle she had dreamed of for so long. Claire pulled the baby’s face to her breast and watched Misses Crook lightly run a finger down its cheek. The baby turned its head toward the pressure and opened her mouth as Crook pushed it to Claire’s waiting nipple. After several tries, the baby's mouth circled a nipple and started sucking.

“Oh my God, oh my God! Jamie look at her!”

When he kissed his wet and salty wife, he knew he was the luckiest man alive and completely under the spell of the youngest family member-Faith.

Misses Crook left them alone and took a deep calming breath once outside. There were a few times she almost gave up hope, determined only to free Claire’s body of the burden as she believed the child dead for the last hour. She wiped her face and heard Ben laugh patting the ground next to him.

“I’ve been saving this seat for you Misses Crook. You deserve a rest, but not sleep. You don’t want to miss what’s coming.”

“Oh dear Lord, I havna strength for anythin else Mister Yountz.” Ben lowered his voice, “you won’t want to miss this.”

Misses Crook followed Ben’s line of sight and gasped when she saw it. The knoll they were on sloped into a large clearing, fringed by tall dark evergreens. The snow that fell was silent as if to protect the slumber of a babe swaddled between her parents, sound asleep with a belly full of warm milk.

“It’s the second most glorious thing I’ve ever seen,” she whispered.

Ben knew what the first was and leaned back on his elbows to appreciate the beautiful sight. After two minutes of heavenly silence…

“How we gonna get em out of the woods Mister Yountz?”

An hour later Ben was feeling anxious about the snow building up on the ground. It wasn’t seen in St. Helena and he realized they had climbed in altitude the whole time they were following the tracker. So, he wondered, how do we get the precious two back to a road. He waved goodbye to Doc and Wyatt about an hour ago, too enamored with the beautiful snow to think of much else.

“Ben.”

He held a hand in front of his face because the setting sun was blinding him. Ben stood up and looked at the smiling, young face of his tracker. Bright white teeth, dressed in fur-lined deerskin coat, boots, and gloves. The tracker’s arm shot out and pulled a giggling girl to his side wearing a front sling.

“My wife,” the tracker said, giggling with her. He pointed up at the clearing, “the lumps in the snow are dead men?” He laughed when Ben shook his head yes. His cheeks went slack and he looked into Ben’s eyes, the lady?”

Ben smiled and nodded, so grateful for the opportunity to do so. The tracker nodded and held his young wife close to him. “We will get you to the road.”

Misses Crook was packing up the supplies and preparing for the perilous ride out of the woods when the native couple approached Ben. She heard it all and beckoned them to the door of the shed. They crouched in the doorway and beamed their smiles to Jamie and Claire, wrapped around each other with a squirming bundle between them.

When the party was ready to head out, Claire handed the baby to the young woman who deftly settled it deep in her sling before closing her coat around it. She pulled Claire’s hand to a small opening in her coat so Claire would know the baby was warm. Jamie lifted Claire to Brimstone’s saddle and swung up behind her, pulling her into his lap and wrapping a thick blanket around them. The tracker took his wife’s hand, and the reins with the other, and they carefully walked out of the woods and finally found the road. The sun was almost gone for the day and the wind whipped the snow into the air making visibility no more than a meter ahead. Jamie heard distant horses at a trot, two at least, no, four of them. He pulled Claire close and prepared his mind for a battle. He squinted against the snow and dark and saw lanterns swinging and lanterns that were still. He heard men’s voices calling his name.

A fine carriage pulled to a stop with a bundled-up Angus and the driver for the winery. Jamie had never seen such a large carriage with four horses to pull it. Angus looked at Claire bundled into Jamie’s arms and heard the first squeaks of a tiny voice. Angus stood and looked around from person to person as the volume of discontent was getting louder. Jamie lowered Claire into Angus’s arms and then carried her into the carriage with wide satin seats and blankets piled high. The tracker's wife pulled the sweet baby from her sling and laid her at her mother’s breast, then she kissed Claire’s cheek and fell into her husband’s waiting arms. It was so much more fun than using the steps to get out of the carriage. The couple giggled and laughed, holding onto one another, and disappeared into the woods.

Once Claire was bundled in blankets with the babe at her breast and Misses Crook in the other seat, Jamie emerged to ride home. Ben tried to relieve him of the cold ride and offered to pony Brimstone. Jamie swung up into the saddle and looked at the man who had done so much for him.

“No Ben, I’m out here with you.”

The leather slapped the horse's backs and the carriage rolled forward almost tossing Angus who was trying to see the baby through the carriage window. The driver looked back at Jamie with a look imploring him to order a trot before they all froze to death.

Jamie rode to the carriage door and leaned down to open it an inch, “can ye handle a trot before we all freeze?”

Misses Crook promised to keep the precious duo from falling off the coach seat if it would get them home sooner. The horses were pulled out of their boredom and impressed Jamie with their smooth gate and synchronized effort. It was almost over.

It was the dead of night when the huge carriage came to a stop at the Fraser vineyard. Ben had peeled away toward his own home, and fire, and bed.

Jamie placed the baby in Claire’s arms and picked them both up slowly emerging from the carriage. His eyes swept the ground and a line of boots, Highlander boots. The men were silent and staring. Looking for movement in the blanket Jamie held. Instead, they heard the squall of a tiny tummy that was empty and calling for her mother.

Jamie’s heart was stuck in his throat watching thirty-four rough Highlanders stand shoulder to shoulder for news.

“These loyal lads deserve a look, Mister Fraser.” Misses Crook pulled the blanket down and Claire’s head turned toward them with a huge smile.

“Before you men freeze to death out here, come closer, then stoke your fires and get into bed.” The men filed past mother and child crossing themselves as they made for the cabins.

Jamie laid Claire in their bed and covered her with quilts. Misses Crook took the baby to her warm cradle next to the fire in the nursery. Misses Crook planned to be under her own covers immediately in the adjoining room. Instead, she watched the tiny girl sleep as she rocked the cradle and said her prayers of thanks.

Jamie inched into bed until his skin touched Claire’s. He closed his eyes in the low light of a single lamp and was overwhelmed with joy and love for the woman who held on against all odds so he could save her. He sniffled back his tears and saw golden eyes open and stare at him.

“Sleep love, I will be right beside ye, yer safe.”

She touched his cheek and smiled weakly, “I know. I’ve always known.”

He could see she was in and out of consciousness, so he held her in his warmth and waited for her to be carried away. He felt her ice-cold hands reach for his upper arm and stretch across his enormous bicep. The corners of her mouth turned up and she sighed into her dreams.

Faith had turned her tiny back on the world deciding it was too cold, too loud, and too bumpy. Except for filling her stomach and the beautiful smell of her mother, she preferred sleeping in her warm bed and the world would just have to wait until she was ready.

Jamie stretched and yawned his way through morning chores. The absence of one kid named Fergus was not lost on him. He groaned at the memory of his brutality with the lad and wanted to find him right away. It would be another hour before he approached his bedroom door seeing a small case in the hall with his coat slung over it. He knocked softly and the pale blue eyes looked up at him from an inch crack in the door. They stared at each other and Jamie could see right into his soul. The intelligence, the pain of rejection from his mother, his fear of dying from a force bigger and smarter than him, his love for others, his love for Jamie.

“I am ready milord.” The door swung open and Fergus stood next to his suitcase.

“Where might ye be goin lad?”

“To the orphanage, milord.”

Jamie circled the boy rubbing his chin and thinking. “So ye snuck out to follow us last night even though I told ye not to.”

“No milord, I did not!”

Jamie sat down on his perfectly made bed and stared at the floor, “Hmm. Well, laddie, I thank ye for that,” he said softly. Yer the one who keeps me goin through mornin chores and pushes me when I need it. I count on ye to be under my feet at every turn. I canna do this wi’out ye, ken? I was terrified last night because bad men took my lady and child. I had no more space in my brain to worry after ye. I dinna want to know life wi’out ye so I wanted to make ye stay in bed, safe, while I went after the lady. Do ye understand why I was harsh?”

“I will not be going to the orphanage today milord?”

Jamie looked up at his hopeful face, “no lad,” he whispered. But, ye have a little sister to meet before the house wakes up and clamors for our attention. Let’s go.”

Fergus followed close to Jamie, into the warm dark nursery, they could hear Misses Crook snoring in the adjoining room. Jamie turned the lamp up and set it on the table next to the cradle. Fergus watched the baby with wide eyes as she slumbered under her blankets. He thought she was the most amazing creature he had ever seen. “I pledge my life to protect you,” he whispered, and Jamie almost choked with his emotion for this kid.

They left the nursery silently and Fergus asked a dozen questions about the fight to save milady. He spoke French as he always did when his young brain could not process the world fast enough. Jamie conversed easily in his mother tongue and smiled at his bravado. Jamie said he needed to sleep some more and barely got the sentence out before Fergus was sliding down the banister on his way to a very important task. Still speaking French, but almost back to normal.

Jamie slid into their bed and closed his eyes. He felt his dearest love turn toward him and seeking his mouth and his warmth. No more pressing chores today, the baby was safe in her slumber with Misses Crook, so he surrendered to his exhaustion holding his heart and soul close.

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toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account · 4 years

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Can you tag the post about your friend as antiblackness / racism? Idk if my dash is being funny but there's no cut for me

Tagged! I'm so sorry, I should have done that when I made the post! I tried putting a readmore on mobile, but it didn't work. I just put it in on desktop though!

EDIT: I actually ended up deleting it, but I'll make sure to tag posts like that properly in the future.

#answered #again im so so sorry!

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coldwordsburningheart · 4 years

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RULES

AGE: I won’t roleplay with ANYONE younger than fourteen. I have nothing against younger roleplayers but I am not going to plot anything with someone who shouldn’t even have a phone or social media at least. (Yes, I am not an oldie, gen z here but this won’t change anything.)

NSFW: Mun is over 18. That means this is a free NSFW blog and I am open to roleplay anything. I have a few triggers that you'll find if you read all of my rules. I don't need to say that I won’t roleplay anything sexual with minors. I’ll have to ask your age if we do something like this. BOTH mun and muses need to be over eighteen. If your mun is not in proper age we can stick to the soft stuff only (hugging etc.) ATTENTION. I do NOT age up Shoto for the reason of smut. If you are not able to understand this, stay away from this blog.

SHIPPING: By the way I portray Shoto, he is biromantic. That means that I will ship him with both males and females but I prefer to stick to male characters. As long as the female character is well written, there’s always a chance to ship him with her. I have to admit I’m picky with female OCs because in my experience their portrayal is too shallow. Shoto is not just romantic. He needs to share a deeper bond with his partner.

TAGGING: I will write smut stuff under the READ MORE tool and I will use the tag: #smut. When it comes to triggers, I will try and tag some heavy matters under the tag: #tw: yourwarninggoeshere. I’ll use a space after ‘tw:’. You can tell me your triggers by sending me a message or an ask. Right now I tag anything that is written in my TRIGGERS PAGE (You can find it on navigation). I tag anything my mutuals have on their rules/about page. I am a human being so I might forget to tag something, so remind me if I haven’t.

FOLLOWING: I will follow most of my roleplay partners or those I want to roleplay with but if we don’t interact for a long time (a few months) or have stopped roleplaying for various reasons, I will unfollow you. I don’t mind not being followed back. This blog will include graphic images of pain and horror or NSFW content so I understand if someone doesn’t want to have my posts on their dash. For me following you, consider that I've already read your own rules and about pages.

POST LENGTH: My writing style is advanced literate. That means I need more than a paragraph to roleplay with. One paragraph is fine still, but as long as there’s something interesting to reply. I don’t mind how long your replies are. Just take notice that I will probably mirror you and my reply will be the same length.

WARNING: I have written this again but I want to make sure that it’s clear enough. I will probably roleplay some heavy matters like mental illness, suicide, torture, etc. There are matters I will roleplay that might make some people sick. So either tell me your trigger warning to tag those, either don’t follow me. That doesn’t mean that if you request me to roleplay something soft or something canon I won’t.

SELECTIVE: I am selective when it comes to writing. Like I said, I need a paragraph or more to reply. I need to roleplay in third person and I don’t roleplay on DM.

MULTIPLE THREADS: I don’t mind having multiple threads with the same person especially if I enjoy their writing.

MAINS: I have blogs/threads which I prioritize over others. This isn't personal. I just feel more motivated to reply to those. I don't have exclusives.

TRACKING: I usually track my threads with an app but it takes a lot of my time. I try to use a tagging system even if it doesn’t work as well as I want it to. Don’t be scared to remind me to reply to something I might have forgotten. I could possibly forget to add it to my tracker.

REMINDERS: Constant reminders make me lose my interest in the roleplay (if there’s any). I understand and appreciate for someone to tell me I have forgotten something. Myself, I will remind someone of our thread after a month or even more.

REPLIES: I want to study as a med student and have to work at the same time. That means that I can be really slow when it comes to replies. I wish you understand and don’t feel offended or lose your interest if I take some time to answer our thread. I believe in quality over quantity. Some days I might reply to specific people. That has nothing to do with you or your writing. I just might need to roleplay a specific matter or thread or enjoy someone’s writing too much and need to focus on that for some time.

ASKS: I will reply to any asks. Sending me memes or starters makes me really happy, but I am someone who thinks of those as a chance to start something which has a well-built plot. Short time threads are not my thing.

GAMES: Tag me to any games and stuff. I love those and there’s a chance to show more aspects of my muse.

ICONS: I roleplay with icons that I have made myself. I don’t expect you to do so. Please, do not steal my icons. Some of them are edited manga screens which I might have spent a lot of time on. Especially my villain Shoto one’s.

CUTTING POSTS: I have finally found out how to cut posts. Still, I don’t expect you to do so.

STARTERS: My open starters are actually open to everyone. Then I'll reply to another post and tag you. If I offer to make a starter and you accept and you don't reply after a month, and if I have messaged you and you haven't responded but you are actually active, sorry but no matter how specifically we have plotted our thread, I'll assume you are not interested anymore and turn it to an open starter. I put some time on those and I don't want it to be to waste.

ENGLISH: English is not my mother language. I have learnt English completely alone and it’s something that had been hard for me. I understand telling me if I have made any mistakes or ask me if you didn’t understand anything but I won’t take any criticism.

TRIGGERS: My triggers are pretty funny. So please, I'd love if you could tag anything that is related to aliens. Mostly images because I can easily freak out about those. That's something I have since I was a kid and I can't get rid of it. Also, cockroaches. Please, please do not use them in metaphors in our threads, tag if you have memes about those and all that kind of stuff. I'd appreciate that A LOT. Another trigger that is about smut (jump to the next rule if you are a minor) is age-play. I've read some sick stuff on Ao3 so do not even discuss roleplaying something in that sort of thing.

TIME-SKIP: Well, I’m someone who can enjoy something that is slow. I am pleased with anything as long as there’s some really good and inspiring writing (how many times have I said this?). I can keep a thread for years (and I have) and not be bored of it. If you start getting bored we can time-skip but I’d want to discuss this first.

MEMES/FANART: This is something I had recently started to be annoyed with. Please, do not use me as meme or fanart source. This goes for roleplay partners or not. Please, reblog memes AND fanart from the source.

SPOILERS: This blog is not spoiler free. I am caught up to the manga. I will tag spoilers from the latest chapters ONLY as: #|bnhaspoilers|. You have been warned.

THANK YOU FOR READING MY RUMBLING BEFORE MESSAGING ME FIRST. PLEASE CHECK MY INTRO AND MY ABOUT PAGE. ALSO YOU CAN CHECK MY VERSES AND OPEN STARTERS. LINKS ARE ON MY DESCRIPTION FOR BOTH COMPUTER OR MOBILE USERS. YOU CAN MESSAGE ME AND PLOT ANY TIME. THANKS FOR YOUR TIME. JUST FYI I AM A LOT LIKE SHOTO SO I MIGHT NOT BE TALKATIVE. THIS IS NOT PERSONAL AND DOESN’T MEAN I AM NOT INTERESTED FOR OUR MUSES TO INTERACT.

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did-he-just-hiss-at-me · 4 years

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A Lonely Birthday?

warnings: very long. apologies if it takes a long time to scroll past; loneliness, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, touch starvation, war mention(a food war), food mention

summary: Logan almost feels lonelier than ever, on the day of his creation, aka his "birthday".

ships: platonic dlampr, romantic intruloceit

au: Making Amends(my au, post-agreement)

notes: it's no longer nov 3rd here but screw it. also whoops??? i'm kinda projecting onto logan???? if it makes him out of character, sorry ~-~"

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Logan awoke to hear some commotion downstairs. Sounded like a ton of metal hitting the kitchen's tiled floor. Sitting up, he put on his glasses and checked his alarm clock. It was roughly 5AM. Nobody's usually up at this time, except for Virgil on rare occasion. But then again, Virgil is way too cautious to make so much noise.

Sunlight was shining bright through his mindscape window; burning his eyes, and forcing him to look away. Logan glanced over at the ocean creature themed calendar on his door, a big red circle catching his attention. His birthday.

Logan felt an unfamiliar feeling in his stomach, presumably the "sinking feeling" that the others talk about. He wasn't used to having so much attention focused on him as it is, today had to be worse.

Things had been a bit difficult in the mindscape despite them simultaneously getting better; the divide between The Dark Sides and The Light Sides is diminishing fast(at this point, they can even enter each other's common areas without getting sick) and everyone was working through their issues for once.

It felt stupid to be so worked up over an inconsequential day like this. But ever since he started opening up he'd been feeling all sorts of illogical things. Emotions, and stuff. Revealing things that he never would have prior to the merge starting. Logan had been mildly touch starved for ages and gotten used to being ignored for so long... he didn't know what he was feeling or what to feel and it was happening so fast. Logan previously was purposefully hiding whenever he could because everything felt so wrong. It left a chilling, hollow feeling in his chest and the palms of his hands.

But... he shouldn't be doing this. Logan knows this. It's illogical to express these behaviors, and he was trying hard to get through this confusing time. So, Logan was going to make today the best of his birthdays(since he had a track record of lonely birthdays.)

Logan changed out of his pajamas, into a nice outfit, slightly different than usual due to his special day. Instead of his usual shirt, he had a black long-sleeve collared shirt on, and his tie now was dark indigo & purple with constellations. A gift from last year's christmas, from Virgil.

Logan almost got caught up in thoughts about how close he used to be to Virgil(their friendship had been dwindling,) but that was interrupted by more noise; this time hearing more things hitting the floor along with panicked shouting.

Logan walked down the hall, over to the kitchen, or he would have if not for a certain liar stopping and grabbing his shoulder. "Horrible morning, Lo. What brings you out here this early? It's almost 5:30AM, I know better than anyone that isn't part of your schedule." questioned Deceit. He seemed to be nervous.

"Although I should be asking you the same since I know you're a late sleeper, I'll let it slide for the moment." Logan replied while looking at Deceit's semi dark circles, clearly revealing his lack of sleep. "But if you must know, I've heard commotion coming from the kitchen twice now and I'm getting concerned."

Deceit's eyes widened mid-yawn "No-no-no Logan;" he stopped Logan as he started to leave again. "I checked on them already, they're absolutely fine, no worries!"

Logan looked at snakey side with suspicion. Deceit was still trying his hardest to control his lying more often, which results in him accidentally making truths sound like lies.

"I will, uh, take your word for it. I guess i can go back to sleep or something. Let me know when breakfast is ready, babe." Logan informed Dee, who was blushy from being called 'babe'.

"Oh I, uh-absolutely not then, see you!" Deceit hissed nervously & quietly dashed away to the kitchen. It didn't hit him that he forgot to wish his nerdy boyfriend a happy birthday, he was too concerned about making sure the others didn't get into trouble.

...

Deceit entered the kitchen, late enough to see a disaster all over. There was flour, batter, jam, & frosting all over the room, including on the ceiling. He glanced over at Patton & Roman(whom were making breakfast) and saw sheepish expressions on their faces. He then turned his head over to Virgil & Remus, who were starting out the cake. Virgil & Remus had the most ingredients all over them, as if they were in a battlezone, with Patton & Roman looking as if they got stained in the crossfire.

"What the heck happened here?! You guys didn't wake Logan up, he was nowhere close to coming in here and- ugh!" he questioned, clearly disconcerted. Deceit was freaking out over the disaster before him.

"We can explain!" Roman whisper-shouted.

"We have 3 explanations!" blurted out Virgil.

"Pick your favorite!~" Remus exclaimed with a sing-songy voice, grinning. He was hanging from the ceiling, directly above the anxious Side. He then promptly fell onto the emo. "aCK-!" "ooF, sorry Virge!"

Roman was snickering at the two on the floor, but Patton elbowed him. "ow- Sorry!" quietly came from the prince's mouth.

"Logan almost came out here and spoiled the surprise because of our actions! We need to be more careful; Today needs to be perfect for Logan, he deserves it!" exclaimed Patton.

"Wrong. Now Patton, how close are you two being done with the Loganberry pancakes?" Deceit asked patiently. Logan was back asleep, but it was nearing the time he was supposed to wake up, 7AM. They, but especially Deceit, did not want Logan to have to work at all today. He already has a work-free schedule today, but they didn't want to take chances.

"They're almost done!" Patton replied. "Dee, Roman, you guys get out all the toppings please! Virgil, I would love it if you would set up the table for us; And Remus-" Patton's instructions were interrupted by the mustachioed Side.

"Oh oh, can I go get Logan out of bed? I wanna do this personally!" Remus energetically asked with his hand up, like a kid in school.

"Well, I was gonna ask you to bring the pancakes"-Patton pointed to the large plate stacked with Loganberry Pancakes-"to the table, but I'll let you do that instead as long as you don't bring anything Logan may find gross to the table at least this one time."

"I was already planning on doing that, you don't think that I would want to make Logan's day special too?" a sarcastically accusatory tone came from the green creative Side.

"Not at all!" Patton chuckled nervously. "Permission granted."

"Goody!" Remus exclaimed with childlike glee. Roman rolled his eyes with a smile at his brother. His rat-like brother sure did love that nerd.

...

As the the other sides were finishing setting up breakfast at the table, Logan's alarm went off. Gentle classical music waking him from his sleep-or rather, nap. Stepping out of bed, the smell of crofters filled his nose. He could smell his favorite Loganberry Pancakes all the way from here.

During Logan's tidying up of his appearance, Remus knocked on the door(and then proceeded to open it despite no response. Classic Remus.) "Oh Lo-Lo! Wakey wakey! Patton & Roman made breakfast! Guess what it is~!" the green & black fanciful Side shouted, with a bit of flair in his rhetorical question.

"Well Remus, I'm sure you knew that I could smell them from my room, I could smell Crofters from anywhere." the nerd chuckled.

Remus laughed. "Of course I knew that, my dear blackhole!" Logan smiled at the nickname.

The Duke came over to his favorite nerd across the room and gave him a big hug, and his usual good morning kiss. "See you at breakfast!"

Remus sunk out, feeling as if something had slipped his mind. But if his time with Deceit has taught him anything, 'If you forgot it, it couldn't have been important.' Remus didn't know that his snake friend was lying.

Logan stood there for a moment. Twice now; his boy friends showed no indication that they knew it was his birthday. Logan didn't even know why he cared; they had no reason to be celebrating such events, they were just metaphysical human beings inside of Thomas's head. Celebrating birthdays and stuff had no impact.

But still, it left Logan with an empty feeling, Remus's warmth being replaced with the usual chill he felt.

...

Hearing Logan's familiar footsteps approach the dining room, Virgil glanced and over and noticed the living room-which was openly connected to the dining room-had noticeable decorations, causing his eyes to widen in fear. Sitting across from Roman, he whisper-shouted to the royal; "Roman! The decorations! Lo's coming!!"

"What? Oh, right!" quietly came the response. Roman stood up and did a magic spell using his hands, causing the living room to be disguised with a glamour. He had been saving this particular spell for a while, he cannot use spells too often outside of the imagination. The red-sashed prince was glad to have it handy.

"Wow, Roman!" Patton admired, just as he closed the curtains of the window between the kitchen and dining room. They didn't want Logan to see the mess after all, so the door between the two rooms was shut too. "If only I could do that!"

"Maybe if you struck a deal with the Dragon Witch, haha!" the prince responded.

Logan entered the room and stopped when we saw all the food across the table. His eyes were filled with wonder. "Wow..."

"Morning, Lo-Lo! It was your turn to have your choice of breakfast, but we knew what you would want anyway!" greeted Patton.

"Sup, L." "Good morning, nerd!" came from the other two whom had yet to greet him.

Logan sat down at the only empty seat, right beside his loving boyfriends, Deceit & Remus. His pancakes were just the way he loved them: Perfectly thin, just the right amount of fluffiness; and they were topped with syrup, whipped cream, and an assortment of berries.

"Hey, just the way I like them. Thanks." said Logan to nobody in particular. He glanced at each of them with a smile.

"No problem Logan, that was not my doing." answered Deceit.

"I wanted to help too though!" cried Remus.

"You tried to drench his pancakes in chocolate syrup..." Everybody else laughed.

"It's alright Remus, I don't need you to do this for me to know how much you love me." Logan comforted Remus with his smile.

"Get a room!" groaned Roman & Virgil, sarcastically. They both giggled after that, seeing the couple blush before them.

...

"So, any plans for today? Anything special that I may have forgotten to add to my calendar?" queried Logan.

"Oh Logan, there's no way you would be forgetting something, you always have everything on the calendar the moment you hear about it!" dismissed Patton.

"Oh, alright then, good to know." Disappointment. None of them had said Happy Birthday. He didn't want to just mention it, that feels wrong. So he carried on with breakfast.

By the time he was finished, the Creativi-twins were already gone; Virgil was on his phone, showing a bunch of animal photos and wholesome memes to Patton(who was right next to him), and Deceit was in the kitchen. Logan got up to go wash his plate; Patton noticed and nudged Virgil to go stop him, pointing at both Virge and Logan's plates. Virgil nodded.

"Oh, Lo, let me get that for you!" the hoodie-wearing Side got up and yelled, stopping Logan from walking into the kitchen. He gently took Logan's plate away from him and hastily went into the kitchen, making sure to not let Logan see as much behind the door as possible.

Logan, being oblivious said "Oh... uhm, ok. Thank you Virgil." and sank back into his room.

Patton quickly sank out to get Remus & Roman so they could continue with decorating.

"Alright you two, you can get back to decorating the living room!"

"Thank goodness, I wasn't sure how much longer I could take." said Roman with a relieved sigh. You see, Roman can't hold a spell outside the imagination up for long without feeling discomfort and having to put all his focus into it. The Creatwins had lied saying they had something to do together, and went to Roman's room so they don't raise suspicion around Logan.

"But I wanna keep helping Emo-nesance with the cake!" cried Remus.

"Don't worry Remus; I'm sure your creativity would be more helpful to Roman since you have a better idea of what Logan likes!" Patton reassured.

"Plus, you were sorta the cause of that huge mess to begin with, we need to clean that up. NOT have a bigger disaster." added Roman.

Remus agreed and they went to work decorating.

...

Virgil shut the door, relieved. He heard Logan's "thank you" outside the door, but was too anxious to respond. This anxiety-based side was leaning up against the door, taking deep breaths.

"Wow, Virgil. You don't look like you're going to flip out. What happened?" questioned Deceit, whom was washing the dishes.

"Logan almost came in here and saw the mess." was the reply, between a few deep breaths.

"Well, bad thing you stopped him then."

"I wouldn't have noticed if not for Patton, haha." Virgil said as he walked away from the door. "Speaking of which, I'm waiting on him to get the twins so Pat & I can finish up the cake;" glancing over at the bowls of cake batter & frosting strewn across the counters along with other baking things.

Patton suddenly opened the door, the door hitting the wall and making a loud, sudden noise. "Alright! Cake & bake time!" he giggled. Virgil jumped about a foot, clearly caught off guard.

"I- L- Uhm- Oh-...Phew... it's just you Patton. Speak of the angel." he said with relief, adding a chuckle at the end. "I thought you were Logan for a moment there."

"Sorry to scare you kiddo!" came as an apology from the Dad. "Setting that aside, let's finish this cake! Do you wanna help, D- ...Oh."

Deceit had slipped out of the room before either side could notice.

"No worries Pat, he's probably wrapping up his gift now, he mentioned it to me earlier." winked Virgil, acknowledging his pun.

That pun, of course, was met with a hug that almost toppled the two over.

...

It continued to repeat.

Alone in his room. Feeling the need to leave his room. Being subtly stopped, going back to his room. Finally come out for meal(for the final two meals, two different Sides got to choose the meal, but they chose something they knew Logan would like that wouldn't be too suspicious), nothing happens, return to his room again, repeat.

8PM. Logan felt what he predicted to be 'heartache' in his chest. It really does seem like everybody forgot, even though he did try his hardest to make subtle hints here or there, but perhaps they were just too difficult for the others. (Hint, they actually weren't subtle...)

Curled up on top of his bed, tears forming in his eyes, and that hollow chill returned. This was illogical to for him to feel. He shouldn't be dealing with these issues, that's Patton's job. Logan's expectations of the others were too high, they had forgotten his birthday. He really should have said something earlier. But it was way too late now.

Logan felt cognitive distortions flow through his thoughts. He couldn't control them. He began to think that finally intentionally opening himself up to the others was a mistake. Perhaps he would be the same as before if he just never fell in love. Or joined the FamILY. Things could have been easier. He wouldn't have to feel pain like this.

It was way too early to go to bed, but as the tears trailed down his cheeks, he found himself setting his glasses on his nightstand and pulling his weighted blanket over his shivering body.

...

"Alright everyone, is everything ready?" semi-loudly announced Patton.

"Decorations: Done!" Roman confirmed, high-fiving his twin. The two did a great job, they really got what Logan would like just perfectly. Not too extravagant, just a perfect balance.

"I didn't check with everybody already, none of Logan's gifts are ready." responded the snake-Side with an excited and reassuring expression.

"The cake is done, you know that already, Pop-corn." Virgil said with a metaphoric nudge. It was a two-layer, whipped-vanilla-frosted, galaxy-theme-decorated sheet cake. And both layers have crofters frosting inbetween the top and bottom half. Not too much to overwhelm the cake's taste, just perfect.

"I know Virge, I just wanted to hear everybody say that they're done! It makes it feel more complete." admitted Patton. "So that means we're all ready! Get to your places everybody, I'm going to sink out and get Lo-Lo!"

The other four sides scrambled to their places as the sky-blue Side tried to sink into the hall, right into Logan's room. He even made sure his entry was clear. But despite his efforts, he was met with a thump. He couldn't get through.

He tried a few more times. "That's odd, i'm almost always welcome in his room. It's very hard to particularly block somebody out." concern came from Patton's mouth.

"Let me try-" Virgil tried to say but was interrupted by Deceit.

"Yes. Despite my suspicions, this isn't one bit more serious. It might be worse that his boyfriends try to get him." the scaley Side reasoned.

Virgil nodded. "I guess you're right. But what do you mean, your 'suspicions'?"

"Well, you see... It takes alot of brain power to consciously block someone from entering your room. You could stop me from entering yours after all." Deceit paused to look the purple emo in the eyes.

"But it can't easily be done subconsciously, if it's what you want. Logan's unlikely sleeping... which is half the reason I am concerned."

"What do you mean, Fibber On The Roof?" asked Roman, with an unsettling feeling in his stomach.

"One, Logan absolutely sleeps at this time. He prefers to get 8 hours of sleep, period. Sleeping now would lead to too much sleep. Second... well, why wouldn't he want to keep any of us out?" Deceit directed his answers to Roman.

"Why would our dork be asleep at this time?" questioned Remus with a bit of concern.

"I know, but we definitely shouldn't go see what's going on..." responded the snake, lowering his head a bit. "Let's try walking there."

As the sides walked down the hallway to Logan's door Virgil put a hand on the Dad's shoulder, catching his attention. "Do you feel... something weird around us? Like, emotionally?"

"Oh... now that you mention it, I knew I felt something off... it's a sad aura for sure." was the reply. "How did you know?"

"I could feel something too. I think it has something to do with Logan..." Virgil said with a hint of concern.

The two chatting sides, who were a bit behind the others, finally got to the door. "I think you might just be right." reaffirmed the cardigan-wearing Side.

Deceit knocked on the door, in a specific pattern. Two knocks, two knocks, three knocks. Logan & Dee created a door-knocking code to know the basics of why they were trying to come in. Deceit used the "Worried about you" knock.

There was no response. The lying Side tried to turn the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. Everyone glanced at each other with increasing worry. "Logan, please wake up and unlock the door. This isn't like you." Patton tried.

Roman whispered to Remus. The green twin nodded and summoned his morning star. Everyone was already stepped to the side, so Roman walked to the opposite side of the wall to L's room and prepared to charge.

Virgil had been discussing with Deceit when he noticed what was about to happen. "Roman, what are you-" the red royal Side finally charged. "ROMAN DON'T-" Virgil yelled, catching the others attention, causing them to watch.

Roman ran up to the door and tried to break it open with his brother's morning star. Upon impact, instead of breaking like wood, it acted like solid metal. There wasn't even a scratch on the logical nerd's dark blue door.

Due to the unexpected outcome, Roman fell over, hitting his elbows and shoulder blades on the ground as he tried to save himself. "ROMAN!" cried the cat-loving dad.

Patton & Remus went and helped Princey up, while the other two just stood there and shook their heads. "I'm good, don't worry guys. I've been through worse."

"If Logan does want us to come in, what made you think breaking the door would work?" queried Deceit about Roman's decisions.

"...Well, when you put it that way, I guess that makes sense. But it was worth a shot, right Lyin' Manuel Miranda?" Roman sheepishly tried to reason.

Deceit sighed and shook his head again. "Well, luckily for us, I think I thought of a solution that could work." the snake shape-shifted into, well, a snake.

"Oh, oh! I'll come too!" exclaimed Remus, shape-shifting into a tiny rat, the same height as Deceit.

As the two successfully snuck under the door, the other three watched them with surprised looks. Virgil broke the silence, saying "Roman, I'm not gonna lie, but I thought your idea was more plausible than theirs." (heh, Dee pun)

...

Once through, Logan's boyfriends shifted back to their regular forms. They saw their nerd lying on his bed sideways, turned away from them and grasping his star-themed weighted blanket tightly. (heh, another Dee pun)

Deceit whispered in Remus's ear. "Go unlock the door and let everyone in. Make sure they stay quiet and to the side for now. We don't want to overwhelm him." Remus nodded and went to get the others.

The snake-faced Side walked over to the logical Side's bed and sat in front of him. He started to rub his back and gently wake his boyfriend up.

"Logan, hey, wake up, please."

Logan groaned and opened his eyes. They were red, like he'd been crying. Well, now that he noticed it, Deceit could see tear track stains on the nerd's cheeks. Logan's expression changed from a tired one to a worried one as soon as he realized who woke him up.

"Dee, why are you in here...?" he queried with a mildly distressed tone.

"Well, first of all, you're not following your schedule which was concerning us, second off you were forbidding us from entering while you slept, and third, we-" Deceit's ramblings were cut off by Logan pulling him into a hug.

"Dangit, that wasn't very smart of me..." Logan choked out with a half-hearted chuckle. Voice shaking, he continued with "I... I sh-should've said something-"

"-What do you mean?" Right on cue, the others entered and were listening. Logan still hasn't noticed them.

"I've felt so lonely all day... I haven't felt this feeling since before we all made amends, it all feels so wrong and illogical and it doesn't help th-that-" he started sobbing into Dee's chest.

At this point everyone came up and started to comfort Logan. His boyfriends were hugging him tight, Patton was rubbing circles and other shapes into Logan's back, and the other two were just making sure their presence was known by occasionally saying comforting words with the others.

Finally after what felt like hours(but was actually a quarter of an hour, Logan spat out the rest of his sentence from before. "I-I thought... that you guys had forgotten about my birthday..." he said in between sniffles.

Realization hit all of them at once. They all had been practically ignoring them while they were making sure his party was perfect, not to mention none of them even wished him a happy birthday.

"Oh L... we're all so sorry." apologized Virgil on behalf of the others.

"We were all just so busy behind the scenes, we forgot to make sure you felt notice today!" explained Roman.

"It's quite alright, Roman," said Logan, smiling though there were tears still in the nerd's eyes. "Although... what do you mean 'behind the scenes'?"

The others glanced at each other. Remus stepped in, saying "Oh, you'll see! Go ahead and tidy yourself up first-"the green Side pointed at Logan's messy hair, tear-stained cheeks, reddened eyes and wrinkled clothing. "-And then, you might want to come to the living room, haha!" he laughed. Patton nodded.

"Let Virgil know when you're ready, we'll be in the living room." The others sunk out; while Virgil left the room. Before he was out of sight, he winked at Logan with a gentle smile.

...

In the living room, the others waited in the dark, quietly. They heard footsteps approach, or rather, just Logan's. Virgil has light footsteps, after all. "-I really don't see the point in having my eyes covered Virgil, I can't see where I'm going-"

Patton whisper-yelled. "They're coming, stay in your positions!"

"-Don't worry Logan, we're almost there, just a little more... There!" Virgil finished guiding Logan to the center of the living room and removed the scarf he had tied over his eyes.

Virgil flicked the lightswitch beside him, and everyone jumped out, yelling "SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOGAN!"

A happy birthday, indeed.

...

(Epilogue: His gifts uwu)

"Alrighty Lo-Lo, are you ready to open our gifts?" Patton asked, bouncing with excitement.

"Why, of course."

"Alright then, open mine first!" Patton handed Logan a large(about as big as his torso), shiny, blue gift bag.

Upon opening it, he found a light brown stuffed bear and a little white notecard. Logan took a moment to admire the bear, he was awestruck by it. It was super soft and cuddly, its face was comforting to look at; The belly, paws, and inner ears were white and covered with tiny, shiny blue stars. The eyes changed depending on the angle you looked at it; Green at some angles, then brown, blue, purple, and so on. It even had a nice indigo galaxy print bow tied around the neck with the bow in the back.

"Patton... this is... impractical, but I love it regardless." he said with a smile.

Patton came up and gave him a hug. "Don't forget to read the card!" he cheerily reminded.

The small card had a cute little bear face and a bunch of stars all over it. Logan read it aloud; 'To our favorite left-brain nerd, Lo-Gi bear.' He groaned and gently pushed Patton away, while everyone else laughed.

"Here, you cannot open mine next." offered the snake. Deceit handed Logan a black, square box about the width of a shoe, tied with a silver ribbon.

Logan opened it to find a petaminx rubiks cube inside. All twelve sides(heh) matched each of his friends and himself, everyone having two themed sides each. The designs were intricate, making it so he would have to perfectly solve it; and Logan loved it.

Logan gave Deceit a big hug. "Thank you so much, Dee, this is wonderful." Deceit responded with "Of course, specs. I saw that the plain rubix cube you have was getting too easy for you, so I spent a while making this one for you."

Once their hug ended, Virgil cleared his throat and spoke up. "Here's mine, it's nothing really special..." the emo handed Logan a clothing giftbox and stuffed his hands back in his hoodie pockets.

Logan opened the box to find a nice blue cardigan sweater(like this one but with silver buttons and subtle constellations all over) inside. "'Nothing special'? Virgil, I cannot describe how much I appreciate this. Thank you." Logan reassured Virgil with a smile. Virge smiled back.

"Try it on, Lo!" cheered Patton, silently clapping.

Logan snaps his fingers, and immediately he's wearing the cardigan. It fits him well, definitely making him look more handsome. His boyfriends were swooning, and his friends were admiring the fact that for once, Logan looks so much happier.

"Well then; Roman, would you like to show me your gift next?" Logan snapped everyone back to reality, slightly blushing still.

"Oh! Of course, Galaxy Geek! Although, I must confess-" Roman started before Remus excitedly interrupted him.

"We had a big influence on each other's gifts! It's still our own gifts to you but we never would have finished these on our own!" Lo's ratty boyfriend proudly chuckled.

"Aww, I'm proud of you two!" cheered Patton once more. He hugged the Creatwins tight, happy with the progress they've been making.

"Thanks, Pat." Roman gave his gratitude. "Anyways," the prince pulled away from the hug. "You might wanna prepare yourself Lo, this is going to be big!" he boasted.

He presented a Book-sized moving-esque box, but much nicer. When Logan unwrapped the box, he was met with several thick, leather-bound books. Each had a title on them, written in silver ink.

"I've been working for ages, writing all these stories that I knew you would love!" Roman began to explain. "I even accidentally missed last year's christmas working on them..." he regrettably admited. "Oh, and last time, when I gave you that Sherlock Holmes fanfiction I knew that you weren't exactly a fan of the cover, so I spent a lot of time making these nice leather covers!"

Logan was surprised. "Wow, Roman... these are definitely intriguing. Thank you... wait, Remus said he helped you with these, what did he do?" he questioned.

"Oh, Remus gave me inspiration! Since prior to us all becoming friends once more, we had been unintentionally ignoring you, I wasn't quite sure what you would be interested in reading. So I went to Remus for most of the ideas, and had Deceit confirm some of the more concerning recommendations. Right Dee-More-Chill?" Roman answered, turning to the snake for confirmation.

Deceit nodded. "But speaking of our friendly stinkman, where did he go?" he looked around.

"Up here!" Remus called. He was hanging from the ceiling, again. He dropped off and fell into the deceitful Side's arms, only to be met with a bitter reaction from Virgil.

"Aw come on, I had him fall on top of me, and you caught him?!"

"Now now kiddo, relax; We're trying to fix things, remember? Let's not start a fight over something small." Patton gently reminded.

Virgil nodded. Remus ran over to the closet to get his present, calling his twin over to help carry it out. It was a large painting of a galaxy, subtly divided in thirds. One side was Roman's part of the imagination, the other side was Remus's part of the imagination, and the middle was the night sky in the real world.

Logan was-'pun not intended'-starstruck. It was beautiful. The fanciful brothers set the painting down and Logan walked up and gave them a big hug, followed by everyone else joining in.

"I told you, he would love it bro." Roman poked Remus's cheek.

"Yep! That big empty spot on the wall beside your bed had been bothering me for a while, so I thought this painting would be amazing! Roman helped with his sky and the real sky since I'm not too familiar with them." the Duke explained.

Logan chuckled. "To me, all of your existences are good." he told them, which was met with a tighter hug.

That night, they fell asleep in that same room, marathoning a ton of Logan's favorite movies and whatever else he wanted to watch.

Perhaps, Logan will finally admit to himself celebrating birthdays isn't so bad.

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Age: I won’t roleplay with anyone younger than fourteen. I have nothing against younger roleplayers but I am not going to plot anything with someone who shouldn’t even have a phone or social media at least. (Yes, I am not an oldie, gen z here but this won’t change anything.)

NSFW: Mun is over 18. That means this is a free NSFW blog and I am open to roleplay anything but with a discussed plot beforehand. There are some triggers I have (about NSFW roleplay or some NSFW verses) but I’ll discuss this with you and ask about yours. I think there’s no need to say that I won’t roleplay anything sexual with minors. I’ll have to ask your age if we do something like this, but only because I need to make sure that I am not doing anything illegal. Else, we can always stick to the romantic part and fade to black.

Shipping: By the way I portray Castiel, he is biromantic. That means that I will ship him with both males and females but I prefer to stick to male characters. As long as the female character is well written, there’s always a chance to ship him with her. I have to admit I’m picky with female OCs because in my experience their portrayal is too swallow. Castiel is not just romantic. He needs to share a deeper bond with his partner.

Tagging: I will tag anything NSFW under the tag #|NSFW|. That’s because I don’t want Tumblr to track the tag and flag my posts. You have been warned. I'll also write NSFW stuff under the Read More tool. When it comes to triggers, I will try and tag some heavy matters under the tag: #|tw:yourwarninggoeshere|. You can tell me your triggers by sending me a message or an ask. Right now I tag anything that is written in my Triggers Page (You can find it on navigation). I am a human being so I might forget to tag something, so remind me if I haven’t.

Following: I will follow most of my roleplay partners or those I want to roleplay with but if we don’t interact for a long time (a few months) or have stopped roleplaying for various reasons, I will unfollow you. I don’t mind not being followed back. This blog will include graphic images of pain and horror or NSFW content so I understand if someone doesn’t want to have my posts on their dash.

Post length: My writing style is advanced literate. That means I need more than a paragraph to roleplay with. One paragraph is fine still, but as long as there’s something interesting to reply. I don’t mind how long your replies are. Just take notice that I will probably mirror you and my reply will be the same length.

Warning: I have written this again but I want to make sure that it’s clear enough. I will probably roleplay some heavy matters like mental illness, suicide, torture etc. There are matters I will roleplay that might make some people sick. So either tell me your trigger warning to tag those, either don’t follow me. That doesn’t mean that if you request me to roleplay something soft or something canon I won't.

Selective: I am selective when it comes to writing. Like I said, I need a paragraph or more to reply. I need to roleplay in third person and I don’t roleplay on DM.

Multiple Threads: I don’t mind having multiple threads with the same person especially if I enjoy their writing.

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Reminders: Constant reminders make me lose my interest to the roleplay (if there’s any). I understand and appreciate for someone to tell me I have forgotten something. Myself, I will remind someone our thread after a month or even more.

Replies: I am a wanna be med student and have to work at the same time. That means that I can be really slow when it comes to replies. I wish you understand and don’t feel offended or lose your interest if I take some time to answer our thread. I believe in quality over quantity. Some days I might reply to specific people. That has nothing to do with you or your writing. I just might need to roleplay a specific matter or thread or enjoy someone’s writing too much and need to focus on that for some time.

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Cutting Posts: I have finally found out how to cut posts. Still I don’t expect you to do so.

Starters: My open starters are actually open to everyone. Then I’ll reply to another post and tag you. If I offer to make a starter and you accept and you don’t reply after a month, and if I have messaged you and you haven’t responded but you are actually active, sorry but no matter how specifically we have plotted our thread, I’ll assume you are not interested anymore and turn it to an open starter. I put some time on those and I don’t want it to be to waste.

English: English is not my mother language. I have learnt English completely alone and it’s something who had been hard for me. I understand telling me if I have made any mistakes or ask me if you didn’t understand anything but I won’t take any criticism.

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Time-skip: Well, I’m someone who can enjoy something that is slow. I am pleased with anything as long as there’s some really good and inspiring writing (how many times have I said this?). If you start getting bored we can time-skip but I’d want to discuss about this first.

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