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5th Anniversary Livestream - Puppet Skit
You can watch the livestream recording here!
The Puppet skit is around 1:05:00 - 1:23:00
Host: Good evening everybody and welcome to Kitchen Battle! Tonight is the anniversary of Loveland TV and also the 5th anniversary special edition of Kitchen Battle! And so, today we’ve invited five popular guests to our studio to join us in celebrating the 5th anniversary and also cook us up a surprise!
Host: Without further ado, please welcome our guests, the Outstanding Talents of Loveland City
Host: The Expert Food Critic – Kiro!
Kiro: My food judging skills are as good as my singing!
Kiro: Although last time when I was on a gourmet food variety show there were some… minor accidents… Tonight I’ll definitely show everyone my true cooking skills!
Host: *nervous laugh* Ok!
Host (away from mic): Could all staff please ensure that Kiro stays away from any open flames and knives to ensure safety and avoid any risks to the studio.
Host: Please welcome our next guest - Taste Adventurer, Gavin!
Gavin: I’ll create impossible dishes out of readymade ingredients.
Gavin: No matter what happens next, I’ll accomplish this mission without a hitch.
Host: We’re just cooking, no need to be so tense… In any case, Officer Gavin please take your place.
Host: Please welcome our next guest – The Greatest Cookbook, Lucien!
Lucien: I’ve already spent 3 days 8 hours and 21 minutes memorizing all the recipes online.
Lucien: By researching and analysing the experiences of our predecessors and their unique recipes, we can quickly master the secrets of the kitchen.
Host: It seems Professor Lucien’s already done some theoretical work before coming to the studio! Thanks for coming Professor Lucien.
Host: Please welcome our next guest – The Ultimate Chef, Victor!
Victor: I won’t let these ingredient down.
Victor: Chef? This particular title should not be one used in a general setting. My assistant will be contacting you later to investigate the source of this information.
Host: Uh... ok Mr Victor.
Host: Please welcome our final guest - Food Tyrant, Shaw!
Shaw: Yo boss, get me one of everything on the menu to try.
Shaw: Hurry up already, I’m hungry from all this waiting.
Host: Ok! All five of our guests are here! Welcome all!
Host: First, if you could all introduce yourselves.
Kiro: Hello everyone! I’m Kiro, a well-known foodie of Loveland. Tonight I’ll definitely bring you all an incomparably delicious dish!
Gavin: I’m Gavin. I don’t usually cook, but I’ll try my best tonight.
Lucien: Hello, I’m Lucien. I believe facing an unfamiliar cuisine is just like facing an experiment with unknown results. Looking forward to a pleasant surprise.
Victor: I’m Victor. I’m sure everyone can look forward to a good dish.
Shaw: Me? Shaw. Can’t cook, gonna wing it tonight.
Host: Thank you all for coming tonight. Before we start with tonight’s special recipe, I have a few questions for everyone.
Host: Does anyone have any memorable cooking experiences to share? Or any expectations for tonight’s recipe.
Lucien: I don’t have much cooking experience, but each time is different. I trust tonight will also be a valuable experience.
Gavin: I trained a bit before coming here so my cooking skills may have improved. We’ll see how it goes later.
Kiro: I have a lot of memorable experiences tasting food! I hope to invent some never before seen food, like spicy donuts~
Victor: I have decent cooking experience. I guess you could say enough to be proficient. But of course, it would be nice to experience something new tonight.
Shaw: Hurry up and start already. Just make something I like eating.
Host: I’m sure our audience is all curious what our special 5th anniversary recipe is. But hold your horses, cooking isn’t that easy!
Host: Let’s start off with a small game, only after clearing it can you get all the ingredients needed!
Host: Please turn your attention to the screen.
Host: Warm Up Game! Ingredients Battle, you draw, I guess. Each game is divided into 5 rounds. The guests take turns to each draw the given prompt within 10 seconds and the other 4 guests try to guess the answer based on their drawing. Just a reminder, the prompts given are the ingredients needed for the secret recipe so try your best!
Kiro: This game’s easy! I’ll go first!
Host: Kiro is intensely drawing, what kind of artwork will he bring?
Kiro: I’m done drawing! Tada! Super easy to guess!
Shaw: I can’t tell what it is.
Victor: If it’s an ingredient… maybe flour?
Gavin: Is it sesame seeds?
Lucien: Perhaps some form of seasoning like sugar or salt…
Correct Answer! Sugar
Kiro: Correct! As expected of Professor Lucien!
Lucien: Mm, the drawing is actually quite good, there’s an indescribable beauty about it.
Host: The first round was successfully passed, let’s continue with round two! Student Shaw, please take a look.
Shaw: Oh, my turn? Heh. Time for you have a look at my artistic skill. *humming while drawing*
Host: Student Shaw looks brimming with confidence, looking forward to see his work.
Shaw: Ok everyone, look over here. Look carefully, next is the important part. *humming while erasing*
Shaw: How is it? Easy yeah?
Victor: … Did he look at the wrong word?
Gavin: Is this some kind of performative art.
Lucien: Is it... chives?
Kiro: emmmm… I know! It’s strawberry! Hahahahah
Correct Answer! Strawberry! (T/N: Strawberry = lit. Grass + Gone)
Shaw: Not bad, pretty smart.
Kiro: Heh, as expected of me.
Lucien: Quite a creative way to communicate the prompt.
Gavin: It does make sense.
Victor: … a childish performance.
Host: Congratulations on another correct answer! Next, could we get Professor Lucien.
Lucien: Guess it’s my turn.
Lucien: Sorry to make a fool of myself, time is limited so the drawing isn’t that great.
Kiro: Isn’t this a bit toooooooo refined. I’m guessing an egg? A duck’s egg? A quail egg!
Victor: Undoubtedly an egg.
Gavin: Agreed
Host: Student Shaw, how about your answer?
Shaw: … surely it can’t just be an egg, is there a catch.
Correct Answer! Egg!
Lucien: Too much caution can cause people to deviate from the correct answer.
Host: That’s right, it’s that easy! Let’s continue with the next round.
Gavin: I’ll go next.
Host: Officer Gavin is concentrating very hard, I trust it’ll be an amazing work.
Gavin: Um, I guess just like this.
Kiro: Oh I know - Ice cream!
Lucien: Maybe mashed potato?
Shaw: Meat bun? Pork soup dumpling? Or is it crab dumpling? Tch, can’t tell.
Victor: Looks like a bowl of rice.
Gavin: … Everyone keep trying. Hint, it’s something sweet that makes people happy when they eat it.
Victor: … Cream?
Correct Answer! Cream!
Kiro: How did you guess that!
Victor: Got lucky…
Lucien: There is some resemblance.
Host: Next is Mr Victor, looking forward to his performance.
Victor: I will try my best.
Kiro: Ah, it looks delicious. It’s chocolate chip cookies…
Gavin: Shouldn’t it be beef?
Lucien: I think it should be milk. The cookies are just a side.
Shaw: It’s clearly this cows afternoon tea.
Kiro: Huh…? Do cows drink milk for afternoon tea?
Shaw: Who said it had to be milk inside the glass.
Victor: Hm?
Lucien: Sometimes the truth nature of things is unexpectedly simple. No need for everyone to think too deeply. I think the answer is indeed milk.
Host: Well then, let’s see, is our last answer indeed milk?
Correct Answer! Milk!
Kiro: Sure enough, it was the simple answer.
Host: Congratulations everyone! Sugar, strawberry, egg, cream, milk. All ingredients successfully obtained~
Host: On to our next segment. Our kitchen battle officially begins!
Host: Ingredients are in place, is everyone ready?
Kiro: Now that I think about it, this is my first time wearing an apron on camera.
Lucien: Congratulations on unlocking another life achievement.
Gavin: Erm… these aprons… *ahem* are a bit too cute.
Victor: Indeed. Compared to making a cake, this seems to be the greater challenge.
Kiro: Hey, someone’s trying to avoid it.
Shaw: *sighs* Okay, okay.
Host: Okay, since everyone is ready, I’ll announce the aim of today’s challenge! Today our five guests will be making anniversary cake! Well then, let’s hand over to our guests!
Victor: Let’s divide up the work.
Kiro: Ok.
Gavin: Understood.
Lucien: No objections.
Shaw: I learn fast, anything is fine.
Victor: We’ll split into pairs. I’ll help out both sides. If there’s any problems, you can find me.
Shaw: *peaces out*
Kiro: Aw yeah! I’m going to make the best cake in the world.
Gavin: I’m going to do some warm up exercises on the side first.
Victor: *sighs* … so be it.
Lucien: I’ll check we have all the ingredients we need.
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~ On Lucien and Shaw’s side ~
Lucien: 3 eggs… 180g… so each egg should be 60g…
Shaw: You still haven’t finished choosing the eggs?
Lucien: But the scale says…
*A wild Victor emerges*
Shaw: Ahhh close enough.
Victor: Hm... actually-
Lucien: Sugar? If I’m remembering correctly… we only need 60g?
*Victor peaces out*
Lucien: It’s better to follow the ratio of the recipe to better guarantee the accurate result.
Lucien: Perfect, 60g on the dot. Hm… next is…
*A wild Kiro appears*
Kiro: Wow! I’ve discovered that milk plus lemon juice plus sugar tastes really good! I highly recommend this Kiro Original recipe to everyone!
Shaw: What are you having?
Kiro: An original mix, wanna try some?
Shaw: Lemme try. *drinks* Ah, not bad.
*A wild Victor appears*
Victor: What are you guys doing?
Shaw & Kiro : Ahhhhh
*Shaw gets back to cooking, Kiro escapes into the sunset*
Victor: This smell…
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Lucien: I’ve separated the egg white and egg yolk. I’ll leave the rest to you, student Shaw. I’m sure you’ll do well.
Shaw: No worries!
Lucien: First you stir clockwise 120 times, then you stir anticlockwise 150 times.
*A wild Victor emerges*
Lucien: Then add milk and butter, and stir clockwise and anticlockwise 180 times each.
Shaw: Hmm… so first, clockwise 120 times…
Shaw (in the bg): 101... 102... 103… 104…
Victor (whispering to Lucien): I don’t recall these steps in the recipe. Also the program staff prepared an electric mixer.
Shaw (in the bg): 105… 107… 108… 110… 115…
Lucien (whispering back): University students are always very energetic.
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~ On Kiro and Gavin’s side ~
Gavin: Let me see… the next step… add a suitable amount of cocoa powder and some crushed biscuits…
Gavin: … Suitable amount? What’s a suitable amount? Some? How many is some?
Kiro: Urgh… the most annoying recipe instructions have appeared.
Gavin: Then… I’ll just go with gut feel…
Gavin: *AGGRESSIVE GRUNTING AND SHAKING*
Gavin: *gasp* Oh no.
Kiro: Uh… no worries Officer Gavin, we’ll just start over.
Kiro: Here *passes egg*
Gavin: Thanks
Kiro: Here
Gavin: Thanks
Kiro: Here
Gavin: Thanks
*A wild Victor emerges*
Victor: How are you guys going?
Gavin: It should be… okay.
Victor: Why does it look like there’s eggshells in the cake… let me see.
Victor: You don’t have any more eggs!?
Kiro: Gavin’s already-
Gavin: *Ahem* So, can we move on to the next step?
Kiro: Right, yes, so next is putting on the cream.
Gavin: I’ll do it.
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Kiro: Go go you can do it!
Victor: Don’t be nervous. This part is easy.
Kiro: Ah!
Gavin: Um. Did I put too much cream?
Victor: Pause time and immediately finish the entire thing… feasibility is… … *sighs*
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Host: The cake base for all the 5 guests is already complete, next up is time for their individual decorations. What kind of cake will they make? Let’s have a look.
Host: Hm. We see Kiro here with a lot of chips… what kind of cake are you planning to make?
Kiro (stuffing his face with chips): Wait, no looking. This is my original recipe and cannot be leaked.
Host: Uh, I’m sure it’ll be a great cake.
Host: Well then, let’s have a look at our next guest.
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Host: Officer Gavin seems to be deep in contemplation.
Host: Officer Gavin, could you share with us your ideas for the cake?
Gavin: Huh? Oh, okay.
Gavin: Um. I’m not very good at making cakes. I’m still coming up with an idea.
Host: O-oh I see. Good luck Officer Gavin.
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Host: Let’s see Professor Lucien’s latest progress.
Host: Professor Lucien, do you have any particular designs or ideas for the cake?
Lucien: You’ll need to wait and see it with your own eyes to appreciate it.
Host: Professor Lucien gives off an unpredictable feeling, we’ll look forward to see your amazing work.
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Host: Lastly we have Mr Victor.
Host: Wow, as expected of the Ultimate Chef, such extraordinary skills~
Victor: I do not want to be disturbed while cooking.
Host: Ah okay, so exquisite I can’t bear to eat it.
Host: Let’s wait to interview Mr Victor after he’s done.
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Host: Lastly is student Shaw.
Host: This looks a bit peculiar… where did this idea come from?
Shaw: Art comes from life and life is to do as one pleases.
Host: Uh, very reasonable cake philosophy. We’re looking forward to your final product.
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Host: Our 5 guests have completed their cakes. Up next is the exciting moment where we unveil the cakes. Let’s invite our 5 chefs to unveil their cakes!
Kiro: As you can all see, this is the Chips Cake! Unique taste guaranteed!
Gavin: Erm. I drew Pearly. Doesn’t really look like her, hope she’s not angry.
Lucien: A ripe cherry will definitely make people want to eat it more *sparkle*
Victor: Time was limited, so I could only put some simple decorations.
Shaw: My cake obviously has my style.
Host: They’re all very unique and exciting. Thank you for sharing.
Host: We’ll take a short break and then continue with our final segment.
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~ Kitchen Battle Anniversary Ceremony ~
Host: Congratulations all for completing the cake.
Host: Kitchen Battle ~ Food enriches life - eat well, drink well, and tomorrow will be well ~
Host: Thanks again to our 5 guests. We’ve also prepared a big cake! We welcome everyone watching to celebrate the anniversary with us!
Gavin: Kitchen Battle has helped many people learn how to cook, I too have learned a lot today. May this program continue to get better and better. Happy 5th Anniversary.
Kiro: Here’s to wishing this show will continue to proper next year too and share delicious food with everyone! Happy 5th Anniversary!
Shaw: Today was fun! Looking forward to a harder battle next year, Happy 5th Anniversary!
Lucien: Although our time was short. I’m very glad to have spent this unforgettable and lovely night with you all. Happy 5th Anniversary everyone.
Victor: I’ve always believed in the healing power of good food. Looking forward to discovering even more good food with everyone in the future. Happy 5th Anniversary.
All: Happy 5th Anniversary!
Host: That’s all for today’s program. Thank you all for participating and thank you all for watching! See you next time!
#mlqc#im too lazy to proof read so if you see any problems feel free to poke#stuff i post#temporary terrible translations tag#zzzzzzzzzz#sobbing at lucitorshaw#sobbing at lucien choosing eggs#sobbing at - i still have no idea wtf gavin did to those eggs
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Lean on Me
Summary: Tsu’tey gets a moment away, just to relax with you.
Prompt #4 for my submission for #𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬𝟏𝟒𝐃𝐎𝐋𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒
Story Tags: No use of Y/N, Female Avatar Reader, Tsu’tey te Rongloa Ateyitan Lives, Omatikaya | Blue Flute Clan,Na’vi Language, Established Relationship, Tsu’tey te Rongloa Ateyitan Adopts Spider
Author’s Note: It is not outwardly stated but the reader in this is an Avatar driver.
Na’vi Translation:
Olo’eyktan – clan leader | generally gender-neutral
Sa’nu – mum | mommy
Sempu – dad | daddy
Tsahìk – a spiritual leader of a Na’vi clan, and the most important member next to the clan leader. The job of the Tsahìk is to interpret the will of Eywa, guide the clan spiritually, and perform important ceremonies
Vrrtep – demon
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“That feels nice, vrrtep,” Tsu’tey mumbled as you softly, slowly ran your fingers through his braids while his sapphire-colored head rested upon your thighs. You hummed and playfully tugged at one of the yellow carved beads ever so slightly in retribution.
Had it been six months prior, the word “demon” coming out of his mouth would have been contemptuous and sneering but now, it came out rather affectionate because you knew he cared deeply for you though he was absolutely terrible at expressing it verbally. Still, you weren’t entirely sure if you were officially his girlfriend or not as every time you tried to initiate that that particular talk, something always interrupted you. And it wasn’t like he had created an official courting gift for you yet either so…
You guys had time to figure it out, though.
“You’ve been working so hard… so think of this as a temporary reward, Olo’eyktan—of—mine,” you replied quietly, moving your fingers through his braids once more, your nails stroking over his scalp teasingly. “You became the next leader of the Omatikaya People. You led a war with Jake of over twenty-thousand Na’vi. You’ve been healing from your gunshot wounds from previously mentioned combat. You then had Jake and Neytiri assist you get all the bad tawtutes off of the planet. You’ve been helping your People heal from the trauma of it all while also locating another place for the clan to live. And on top of that, you also adopted the human baby boy orphaned and have been learning to be a sempu. You need a break, Tey. You do not have to carry it all upon your shoulders. It is okay to lean on me when you need a moment to pause.”
He sighed, turning to press his face into the soft curve of your belly, his ears twitching as he listened to your words with a grunt.
You began to hum as you continued to soothingly run your fingers over his head and bask in this rare moment when Tsu’tey wasn’t busy with this, that, or another thing with his never-ending pile of duties and obligations and everything. Luckily, he had Mo’at as his current Tsahìk with Jake as his right hand and Neytiri as his left hand not to mention a whole mess of other elders to assist him when he needed it most.
And in times like this, he had you.
Tsu’tey sighed and turned his head to open one of his golden eyes and met your gaze. He commented, “You know… the child – Spider – thinks of you as his sa’nu. And you are so good with him.”
You shrugged with a grin down at him. “He’s so easy to love upon,” you replied to his off-handed remark. “Maybe even easier to love upon even than you are,” he grunted, wrinkling his nose in disgruntlement at your mischievous joke, “except during those rare but explosive temper tantrums of his. Tawtutes call this phase the ‘terrible two’s’ so hopefully he’ll be getting better behaved soon. Then, he only listens to you, Tey, no matter what I try to say or do. He is such a sempu’s boy.” The Na’vi male chortled quietly at that, grinning in such a way that his fangs glinted in the low light of the day.
Giving into your impulse, you leaned down and pressed your lips to his, grinning when he hummed and pressed up into your kiss.
Only for the neck comms you both wore around your throat to choose that exact second to crackle to life with the resonating sounds of a very, very unhappy toddler coming in as background noise when Jake’s voice could be heard from the small speaker. The hybrid male sounded both exhausted and frustrated as he commented in English, “~Uh, guys, sorry to break into your time, but Spider won’t calm down and he’s been screaming for both of you for almost an hour now and Neytiri and I have no idea what to do anymore. Please, for the love of Eywa, come save us.~” You and Tsu’tey sighed, breaking apart. He sat up while you pressed the microphone button on your throat comm to reply.
“We’re on our way, Jake,” you announced, watching the young Olo’eyktan push himself to his feet before he offered you, his hand. “Tell him if he starts to calm now, I’ll take him to the springs for a nice bath. That should help.” To Tsu’tey, you murmured as he pulled you upright, “I swear, Spider is part fish. And thank you, by the way. Guess it’s back to the grindstone.”
“Yes, but it was a good moment to ourselves,” he replied.
You nodded in agreement with him and with your hands still intertwined, went to go retrieve the tawtute Spider-child you and he had found yourself raising together, no matter what status your relationship was currently at.
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Originally Posted: 04 February 2024
Word Count: 817
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20 questions for fic writers
thanks for the tag @mrsbsmooth and @0shewrites0 !!
How many works do you have on ao3?
24
What’s your total ao3 word count?
379,729 words which is so insane to me like that's roughly 6 standard books
What fandoms do you write for?
love island the game, baldur's gate 3, and criminal minds!!
Top five fics by Kudos
be my mistake
don't call me baby
bedtime stories
somebody that i used to know
easier than lying
Do you respond to comments?
i try to! sometimes it's hard, especially if someone's binged a fic, but i do try and respond as much as i'm able
What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
i don't know that any of my fics have an angsty ending! i have fics that are angsty and unfinished like be my mistake and a temporary fix, but i have happy endings planned for all of my fics haha
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
don't call me baby <3
Do you get hate on fics?
never which i'm very, very grateful for
Do you write smut?
yes but not a ton of it
Craziest crossover:
i wouldn't call it crazy but my vampire academy x love island the game fic deeper than blood was pretty ambitious
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
not that i'm aware of!
Have you ever had a fic translated?
nope but that would be really cool!
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
yes i have!! i have a WIP called love island, actually that i co-wrote with my beautiful amazing talented writer's room girlies @crimswnred @i-boop-you and @tammyisobsessedwith <3
All time favourite ship?
because that's an impossible question, i'm gonna go by fandom and say for litg it's gotta be bobby x mc because that was the first playthrough i ever did, for criminal minds definitely hotchniss, and then for baldur's gate i'm gonna say astarion x mc only because he's the only companion i've romanced whoopsies
What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
i have a few heaven's secret WIPs that have yet to see the light of day and i'm not sure they ever will because i'm so intimidated by the stuff that's already out there
What are your writing strengths?
i like to think i can create pretty good chemistry with my characters, like i think of don't call me baby and the marshall/ryan relationship and how i built that up. i don't think it's perfect by any means, and if i could go back and change things i would, but i do think i did a good job
What are your writing weaknesses?
i'm terrible and i mean TERRIBLE at plotting, i can never sit down and plan out my stories but then of course when i'm writing i never know where the story is going so i feel like stuff tends to get a little messy in my fics
Thoughts on dialogue in another language?
i don't love it because it rarely ever serves a purpose and just feels like a "hey look i can speak another language so i'm gonna sneak it into my fic"
First fandom you wrote in?
percy jackson lmfaooo
Favourite fic you've written?
don't call me baby because it was the first fic of any fandom that i ever finished and i just look back on it so proudly because i did such a good job keeping up with a schedule with it and posting regularly and not letting it fall into WIP purgatory where so many of my other fics live. i also just love marshall and ryan with my entire heart and soul <3
tagging: anyone who has yet to be tagged bc i am always the last to post these lmfao
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Devotion & Diplomacy - Part III
This chap is so self-indulgent, y'all 😅. I also went into a Cardassian language deep dive one night and so from here onward there's generally some Cardassian words/phrases included in each chapter. Translations will be located at the end of each post (for some words or phrases that get used a lot, I'll also have a pronunciation included because I'm a giant language nerd). I have to thank @cardassianlanguage and @tinsnip for all the work they've put into creating a Kardasi/English dictionary. The language I've included in my story and the translations provided are sort of an amalgamation of direct translations and adaptations I created using their content and that of Nerys Ghemor in "Star Trek: Sigils and Unions".
Tagging @deepspacedukat, @horta-in-charge, @sleepycat82, @vreenak, and @starrynightgardens if y'all are interested! Def forgot to tag for Part II, in case you missed that update. 😩
Part I | Part II | Read on AO3
Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff; mention of the death of a family member | Words: ~2,680
Early the next morning, Emrys had donned her Starfleet uniform once again and made her way back to the temporary quarters that had been assigned to the glinns of the Trager.
She found herself surprised when, after pressing the door chime, Glinn Daro answered, already fully dressed in armor.
With a kindhearted chuckle, she teased, “Do you sleep in that stuff?”
She might have been seeing things, but she could have sworn there was the slightest tinge of blue fanning across his scaled neck. He returned her smile readily.
“Only when I must share quarters with Telle.”
Emrys couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled giddily out of her chest. She leaned toward him conspiratorially. “I would do the same,” she whispered.
“But!” she returned to the matter at hand, pulling herself upright and tucking her hands behind her back, still grinning at the glinn. “I believe we should be encountering the USS Phoenix today, but until then, I wanted to see if you and Glinn Telle would like to join me for a stroll around the arboretum?”
Daro leaned forward this time, his tone playfully furtive. “Well, Telle has been confined to quarters for the remainder of our journey-” Emrys’ eyes widened playfully. “I am not entirely certain what he did to warrant such a penalty; however, I would love the opportunity to join you.”
Emrys felt her grin slipping into a much softer smile, but couldn’t bring herself to do anything about it. The door hissed closed behind Daro as he stepped into the hall and adopted the same stance as Emrys, back straight, hands tucked behind his back.
As they made their way down the halls, Emrys found herself once again appreciating Daro’s bearing. He carried himself with a quiet confidence and seemed to be constantly surveying his surroundings curiously.
When they had arrived at the arboretum, Daro hesitated for a moment, falling slightly behind Emrys. She paused and turned to look at him as he stood there, gazing at her earnestly.
Before Emrys could ask if he was alright, he took the step forward that would carry him to her side and offered her his arm, his eyes locked on hers.
For the first time in a very long time, Emrys allowed herself to act without thinking. In her current assignment, every word, every movement, every interaction had to be carefully considered. There was too much at stake for anything to be perceived the wrong way. For once, in the quiet calm of the Enterprise’s arboretum, standing beside a charming and terribly unorthodox Cardassian, she wasn’t worried about anything. She linked her arm with his, shooting him a shy smile, feeling heat pulsing around her cheeks.
As they ambled slowly past the Cypirion cacti, Emrys allowed her nosiness to get the best of her. “So, Glinn, did you always know that you wanted to join the Cardassian Guard?”
He glanced down at her briefly, his expression contented. “Please, Commander, call me Daro.” His free hand came to rest atop Emrys’, tucked around his arm, warmth spreading through her limbs at the touch.
He continued casually. “I don’t believe I ever thought there was another option, to be quite frank. All of the males in my family before me were somehow involved with the Guard or the Central Command, since its inception. So I followed in their footsteps.” He paused pensively, but began to smile again. “It wasn’t until my younger brother came along - well, he decided to do away with all that tradition.” Emrys caught the hint of a proud smile crossing his features and let it prompt one of her own.
“What did your parents think of that?” she asked curiously, hoping it wasn’t too personal a question.
“Ah. Well, my father did not approve, as you can probably imagine.” Daro didn’t seem too troubled by this. “He was actually quite furious when my brother announced that he would be continuing his studies at Central University… My mother, however, was more understanding. She always fostered a sense of independence and determination in my brother and I.”
“It sounds like she did a wonderful job with you two,” Emrys added kindly.
“She is an exceptional woman,” he agreed. "And what about you, Commander? Do you have any siblings that you tortured in childhood?"
Emrys stumbled just slightly, surprised by the question though she had no real reason to be. Daro was quick to tighten his grip, keeping her upright. He noticed immediately that something had shifted, his concern altering his countenance completely. Emrys attempted to recover, but the smile she fixed upon her face seemed somber. Daro noticed that she couldn’t meet his eyes and he gently guided them to a stone bench beside a small pond near the center of the arboretum. His thumb idly rubbed at her fingers that were still clutching at his shirt.
"An older brother," she said quietly. "He was just a couple of years older than me… We were very close growing up. I mean, he still tortured me the way only an older brother can," she added with a distant chuckle, seeming lost in her memories.
She continued on after a moment, unaware of the grief darkening Daro's eyes. "He joined Starfleet as soon as he was old enough, and I followed right after. He was an excellent officer - clever, confident, kind-hearted. Once he graduated to lieutenant, he was posted to a ship that was involved in several skirmishes along the Federation-Cardassian border." Emrys paused, her breath hitching.
"Their ship was destroyed - there were no survivors." She let out a deep breath, trying to center herself as Daro laced his fingers comfortingly with hers. She looked up at him and flushed, remembering where she was.
"I'm so sorry," she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose with her free hand. "Didn’t mean to bring the mood down."
"You haven't," Daro reassured her. "On a planet with as long and harsh a military history as ours, these conversations are very… familiar."
Emrys examined the way their fingers were twined together, an alternating pattern of smooth and pale, and scarred and ashen.
"I am so very sorry about your brother."
"You know," Emrys said thoughtfully. "I think that people like Miles expect me to feel the same way that they do about Cardassians, because of what happened to my brother." She shook her head slowly, taking in the lush and cheery garden around her.
"But I like to think that I'm honoring his memory by making sure that the wars that killed him don't claim the lives of anyone else. Maybe I'm deluding myself," she shrugged, "but I just know that he would never have wanted anyone to kill in his name."
Daro lifted Emrys' hand from where it rested on his arm and brought it to his lips, his eyes shining with something like wonder.
“I must say, Commander-”
“Please… just Emrys,” she urged with a slight shake of her head, flushing slightly at the way his lips had felt against her skin.
He smiled. “Emrys. You have done nothing but surprise me since our introduction. I can certainly see why you were chosen to conduct peace talks with my people.”
The faint blush coloring her cheeks deepened. “You flatter me, Daro.” Suddenly intrigued, she glanced at him earnestly. “Although I’m somewhat ashamed it took me this long to consider it, I suppose I should probably ask you how you feel about the war and the signing of the armistice.”
Daro sat up a touch straighter, but did not relinquish his hold on her hand. He was quiet for a long moment, but Emrys was patient, a skill she’d been practicing since the war ended, and waited for him to collect his thoughts.
“I am sure that, to many,” he began somewhat haltingly, focused intently on the glassy surface of the pond, “it makes little sense to feel this way when one makes a living as a member of the Cardassian military. But, I have never felt pleasure at invading or occupying other planets, at political games, at senseless killing… at so much destruction.”
He sighed. “When I was young, and under the powerful influence of my family’s legacy, I believed that joining the Guard was a measure of protecting my home, my people. And that was something I wanted to be able to do.” He was very still as he spoke and Emrys shifted closer to him reassuringly.
“But I was blind to the realities of war. I learned quickly enough how mistaken I had been, how naive, and I have been trying to reconcile my own personal beliefs with the path that lies before me ever since.” He finally tore his gaze from the water and met Emrys’, finding comfort in the way she had moved closer to his side. “For my part, I am very glad an end has been called and the armistice has been signed. The day a treaty is finalized will be a magnificent one indeed.”
“You may be waiting a while,” she countered with a chuckle, bumping his arm with her shoulder.
“Ah, well. I am nothing if not patient.”
“An important skill to have when dealing with Cardassians, I’ve found,” Emrys quipped.
Daro’s eyebrow ridges rose marginally, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“Except for you,” she added in playful haste. “You seem reasonable enough.”
Daro laughed, the sound sweet and almost musical, and warm triumph flooded through Emrys at having earned that jovial sound from him.
“I am glad you think so,” came his rejoinder. “Although, if I had to guess, given your role in navigating concord with my people, you would likely be uniquely capable of handling me if I were not.”
Emrys hummed. “That may be so. But it would seem such a chore - I much prefer you this way.”
“Then I will continue endeavoring to remain as I am.” His words hung in the air between them, loaded, but with what, exactly, Emrys couldn’t be sure. He was, after all, a Cardassian glinn who would likely be returning to his ship very soon. She might never see him again - that thought heralded the return of that tendril of sadness that had coiled around her the evening before. She was disinclined to consider more deeply what that was about.
She was denied the opportunity to respond (although her mind had been floundering for an appropriate response to his potentially layered statement) when a brief chirp emanated from somewhere along Daro’s armor. His expression slipped into a stoic mask almost immediately, but Emrys thought she saw a hint of disappointment flickering in his eyes just before.
“Glinn,” came the clipped, disembodied voice of Gul Macet, “we are returning to the Trager. Meet me in Transporter Room Three immediately.
“Yes, sir.”
Emrys did her best to hide the disappointment that she was dismayed to find tugging at her chest. Instead, she fixed a supportive smile on her face and rose from the bench, pulling Daro up with her.
“May I escort you?” she asked quietly.
“Please,” he murmured, a confused jumble of emotions playing over his visage.
As Emrys did her best to shove down the unpleasant emotions that were threatening to crawl up her throat, she guided Daro towards the exit. In an instant of clarity, she realized how the rest of their trip to the Transporter Room would go, as opposed to the relative freedom they’d enjoyed in the empty arboretum. Halting their progress just before reaching the doors, she turned to Daro. The doleful look on his face felt like a punch to her gut and before she could overthink it, she hugged him. Perhaps it was more for her own benefit than his, but maybe, she thought, he needed this just as much as she did.
For a moment, as Daro froze in her grasp, she worried that she’d made a mistake and, although she was not afraid to have offended someone as easygoing as Daro, she was more concerned that she was making him uncomfortable. But as quickly as the thought occurred to her, he was returning her gesture, gathering her fully in his embrace. His lips pressed meaningfully against the crown of her head and he sighed into her hair.
Silently, Emrys drew back, giving him a small smile before pulling herself up to her full height and placing her hands behind her back so he wouldn’t see the trembling of her fingers. He mimicked her posture, offering a rueful smile of his own, and the pair made their way back towards the Transporter Room, a professional distance between them.
As they reached their destination, Emrys halted outside the door and Daro turned to face her, studying her intently.
“Kiba'avzayn,” Emrys intoned as Daro’s eyes widened. “Safe journey, Glinn Daro.”
Daro cleared his throat quietly. “Your pronunciation is… very good.” He inclined his head respectfully. “Be well, Commander Beck. Pokor malin çad lox-Cardăsa Terăm. I hope that our paths will cross again soon.”
She gave him the brightest smile she could muster as he nodded with a note of finality and entered the Transporter Room. The door hissed closed behind him and, feeling her throat constricting, muttered, “Computer, locate Counselor Deanna Troi.”
— — —
Emrys spent the next few days aboard the Enterprise as they returned to their original position before the incident with the Phoenix occurred, completing their mapping survey. She had found it difficult to focus on her work initially, but insistent communiqués from both Jellico and Nechayev found her throwing herself into various tasks, determined to take her mind off Daro. She’d spent so much time holed up in her quarters, in fact, that Deanna had taken to coming to fetch her, if only to convince her to stop working and join her for a drink for an hour or two. She expressed her concern openly, but Emrys brushed it off, downplaying her despondency about Daro and trying to convince both of them that she simply had too much work to do to spend time on anything else.
As the Enterprise finished their survey, they turned their course toward Starbase 395 and Emrys opted to stay aboard. She hesitated a bit when Picard had announced their next destination, as Admiral Nechayev had an office aboard that base, and Emrys had no desire for another chewing-out from a superior officer. But the desire to work down her never-ending to-do list won out.
“What are you going to do while we’re docked at the station?” Deanna had asked over dinner the evening before their arrival.
Emrys laughed around a bite of Fettran risotto, covering her mouth belatedly. “Work, of course.” She swallowed her food before continuing. “A friend of mine is a stellar cartographer posted there, and she’s agreed to help me look into some claims the Cardassians are making about borders and mapping errors.”
Deanna looked surprised. “They’re claiming our maps have errors? Where?”
“In various places along the hotly disputed borders, of course, but specifically around Minos Korva.”
“That’s right,” Deanna replied thoughtfully. “I think I remember the captain saying something about them trying to annex the area before the war ended.”
Emrys nodded apprehensively, drumming her fingers on the tabletop. “Whatever information I’m able to collect, in addition to verifying the accuracy of our Federation maps, is certain to be necessary during our next round of negotiations. The Cardassians are pushing hard for their claim over the disputed planets."
Deanna sighed, perhaps sensing her friend’s flagging energy. “I don’t envy you. Not knowing how long all of this could take must be very difficult.”
Emrys sunk lower in her chair, meeting Deanna’s eyes only briefly, hesitant to share the vulnerability in hers. She bit her lip and fiddled with her spoon.
“Perhaps we will reach an accord quickly,” she said, but she knew it sounded hollow.
Deanna sighed. “Perhaps.”
That evening, Emrys called it an early night, eager to get to her next destination and focus on something so complex and expansive that there would be no room in her mind to consider anything - or anyone - else.
Translations:
Kiba'avzayn - “Good tidings.”
Pokor malin çad lox-Cardăsa Terăm - “You do a service for Cardassia.” (Expression of thanks to an equal)
#star trek#star trek tng#star trek the next generation#glinn daro x oc#glinn daro x fem!oc#glinn daro#daro star trek#cardassians#i love him your honor#i officially have cardassian brainrot#deanna troi
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Thank you for the tag @krispyt <33
1. How many works do you have on Ao3?
I have 7 under my name and 1 anon, although I'm just going to put it back under my name I think.
2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?
147,865
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Mostly for TBHK, but I have a couple for Genshin as well! However writing for TBHK is more comfortable for me
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
Red String of fate (1,159)
Clean Slate (357) ((This is the fic under anon but I'm going to change it probably lol))
I love you, please don't go (204)
Under the Red Crescent Moon, I Could Hear the Demons Whispering (195)
Kindness from the Devil (185)
5. Do you respond to comments?
I used to, but honestly I'm terrible at it now. I don't go on my account very often anymore and I don't receive emails when I get comments (personal choice), so it can be a long time before I see if anyone's left anything. But I do always try to get back to them!
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I love you, please don't go wins this I think.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Uhhh, I'm not really sure? But I'm going to go with chapter 20 of Red String of Fate. After so many near kisses throughout the fic, having HanaNene finally get their kiss makes this the happiest ending... Probably idk XD
8. Do you get hate on fics?
No, thank goodness.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Welllllll, I've tried to write smut. But I just don't have the knack for it, I can't handle the cringe while writing it and I can't read it back.
10. Do you write crossovers?
No and I never will. Nothing personal but I hate crossovers.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
My fics aren't good enough to steal lmao
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
No.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No, but I'm open to it!
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
HanaNene, HanaNene, HanaNene!!
If the day ever comes where no one supports HanaNene, it's because I've died. I will never not love those 2.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I don't even have a proper name for this WIP, it's called Possession AU in my documents. It was a KouNene fic, but you could also see it as HanaNene although they are not end game :// It's a real shame, the fic almost has 8,000 words to it, but I just have no motivation to continue.
I also have another WIP called Boundary Bound Nene-chan, but I only got a few paragraphs in and never touched it again :// The concept was pretty cool as well, Nene wakes up inside a mysterious place (later discovered to be a boundary) with no memories. She meets a boy named Tsukasa, who informs her she's dead, and together they try to find a way out. This was leaning very heavily into Yandere Hanako, which is usually right up my alley, but yeah again no motivation.
Last one I'll share is a Scaramouche fic, the temporary title was 5 times Scaramouche failed to be human and 1 time he didn’t. It's self-explanatory I think, but I started it before his backstory cutscene was revealed, and I lost confidence and motivation since what I was writing didn't match it at all. This one will 100% never be finished sadly.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Hmm, it's hard to say. I think I have good ideas and concepts, and I can keep the flow of the story moving at a decent pace. I also think I do well with character interaction? Maybe? Idk.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Descriptions. I am so so so bad at describing things, I think I find it hard to actually put myself into the scene, so I struggle to really get into the details of the environment and such. My paragraphs usually are on the smaller side, which I hate because I really want to immerse my readers.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
English is the only language I know and I do not trust Google Translate ^^;
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Technically speaking, it's Sonic The Hedgehog lmao, I wrote fics for that fandom in my very early teens on Fanfiction.net. No, I will never reveal my account or share what I wrote, I will actually die before I do that.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
Hmm... Since the vamp au is unfinished, I will say it's chapter 21 of Red String of Fate. It is the only fic I have ever written and actively decided to go back and willingly read multiple times without dying of cringe... I just like it I suppose aha
Once again, thanks for the tag Krispy!! I'm not really sure who to tag, but I'll go for @milkteamoon @insipidenvy and @wingsonghalo. Obviously no pressure!! And anyone who reads this is free to join in ^_^
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summer nights
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Word Count: 601 | Read it on AO3 | masterlist
Summary: bonfires on the beach
Kano went wherever he felt like going. He didn't like spending his money unnecessarily. He liked to save his money for things that he thought were necessary and for things that he needed. Until he met you. At first, he didn't spend much money. He didn't think that you would stay in his life. He liked people who were hard to get. When you wandered into his life, he had a hard time catching you. Almost everyone hated him, except for you. When the days became months. He started to spend more money on you. He enjoyed seeing you happy and giving you almost everything you wanted. Sometimes, he liked to tease you and pretend he wasn't going to get you the item that you wanted. In the end, you always wound up with it.
When you talked about a vacation, he wasn't sure.
"Kano, I think we should go on a vacation!" You said, smiling happily at him as he sat at the kitchen table. He had been lost in thought before you interrupted.
"A vacation? To where?"
"The beach!"
"I'm not sure…"
"Please, it'll be fun!"
"What are we going to do?"
"I don't know. Hang out, visit the beach, maybe we'll see sharks?"
"There are no sharks on the beach. They live in the sea."
He couldn't resist the terrible joke.
"Alright, we'll go. When are we leaving?"
"Whenever you're ready to." You said, still smiling at him.
"Alright, give me a few days."
In the few days, he took care of his clan and let them know about his temporary leave. He never once told you about his criminal life. Although he did think about it a few times. He didn't want to risk it, though. He couldn't have you getting into trouble for the actions that he did. Once things were cleared up, he was ready to go after packing his belongings. He was about to leave with nothing, but you insisted on him taking a bag of his clothes. He needed something to wear between the days. He couldn't go naked. Public nudity was illegal, and it would save money on having to buy new ones. The trip was short, and you arrived early at the hotel. Kano checked in while you carried the bags. Kano grabbed the key and headed over to help you. The hotel wasn't very big, so elevators weren't a thing. There were no stairs either. You walked down to your room, and Kano held the door open for you. You set the things down, and he followed after you. He had no intention of unpacking any of his things. It would have to be something that you did if you wanted it unpacked.
You sat resting for a moment or unpacking the things. Then, you spent your time waiting for the sun to start going down before you and Kano headed out to the beach. You were wearing swimming clothes, and thankfully, Kano was too. You carried your towel, and Kano carried his towel down to the beach. You found a lit bonfire and sat down next to it. It was starting to go out, but you managed to relight it. Kano sat down next to you and looked up at the sky.
"The stars are out, love."
You looked up at the sky and smiled before laying your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you and looked out at the sea. He was hoping to see a shark, but unfortunately, it was too dark to see anything in the water. Especially from a far distance away.
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Piece of art bruised and wired; My Frightened Charm (Russian —> English translation)
Disclamer: I am NOT the author of this story. The author is Antiiss on Ficbook.net. I am only the one providing a translation of this piece since I feel it deserves some more love!
Please keep in mind I used Google Translate to translate this. I KNOW it’s not always credible but I did edit parts to make sure it grammatically made sense.
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Pairing and Characters: Yan Fei/Hu Tao
Size: 3 pages, 1 part
Tags: [AT] [Angst] [Drabble Violence 18+]
[Unhealthy Relationships]
Desc. What could be sadder than ice in temporary separation than the heat of breath in an hour of violent bail?
The cough resounded throughout the dark basement and belonged to a lone person in a large, dirty-gray, despite its acrid smell of washing powder, raincoat, which looked a little like a medical gown, hanging on it. The cough was unnaturally hoarse and recurred violently. As if the owner of it in these damp rooms acquired chronic bronchitis, smoothly flowing into bronchial asthma with bloody sputum. Long dirty black gloves were pulled up to the elbow, but after their manipulations they safely went into the trash, exposing in fact incredibly delicate-looking pale hands. It was they who now touched the finished work.
Completely crazy idea, which would be terrible even to imagine a person in their right mind. A pair of green eyes gleamed behind narrow, rectangular spectacles at the very tip of his nose. Probably, the mysteriously dressed Yan Fei could only be identified by the pink hair and horns alone. Now she looked completely different from the smiling city lawyer who was diligently dealing with legal matters. And it’s completely impossible to recognize in her a benevolent citizen, who even walked in a very hasty way, as if imaginary lamenting about the eternal lack of time.
No. Here everything was extremely slow. Only the sharpness of certain movements betrayed something frighteningly nervous and did not allow one to relax in this gloomy atmosphere even for a minute.
The girl threw her gloves on the floor, which were stained with machine oil. She did not let go of the face of the mechanical girl, greedily, but extremely carefully clinging to it and looking at every piece she had thoroughly worked out. Among the whole room in complete disarray, only this doll remained surprisingly clean, covered on all sides with a white sheet, resembling either a covered and already glazed work of art at the opening in some gallery for especially cutesy connoisseurs, or a cold corpse covered with a cloth in a mortuary, whose toe will suddenly move and drop the tag on the floor in a warning.
For a lawyer who looked at the result for an unusually long time, it was precisely a work of art. The perfect embodiment of life in dead motors and wires.. Thoughts of a job well done sounded in my head with a special satisfied breath. She carefully lifted the white sheet from the left side of her body, revealing to her gaze a motionless hand with numerous rings.
Marvelous. The skin was so realistic, as if it had indeed been torn off from a stranger around the corner and pulled over an endoskeleton. It is a pity that a note of common sense remained in the Doctor's head for disapproving such actions or slipping thoughts. But even this is hard to believe, noticing how perfectly all the scuffs on the doll's rings are drawn. Yan Fei slowly turned the iron ornament on someone else's finger, and there were three characteristic clicks. A slow smile appeared on the waiting face.
She continued to look at the unhurried happening, accompanied by sound, at which computers, ancient as light, usually start up. On the "operating table" a doll rose, with a characteristic crack in the movement of the gears, taking a sitting position. This happened very gradually - the first start-up required all the accuracy so that the oil in the slow movement of the motor and internal parts evenly got into all the cracks. Her head turned with less of a crack. A mechanical puppet stared at the lady with glasses. The look of scarlet eyes with a glare of a flower looked painfully alive and not as glassy as it is in reality.
Everything in this figure was suspiciously human: dark hair, light skin and a suit with a hat, embroidered one on one to the most nondescript protruding threads or, as usual, crumpled places. They were even visible supposedly household scuffs, as on those same rings. You were not mistaken in thinking that this doll is nothing but a mechanical clone of Hu Tao. Her features were repeated one to one, even the wires under the artificial skin were the color and location of the girl's noticeable vessels and veins. The doll, in its perfect state, walked exactly like Hu Tao, repeating her gestures and facial expressions with the same sharpness or smoothness. Absolutely everything, as if both were molded from the same clay. This thing cost Yan Fei a lot of trouble to hunt down and stalk the Director, collecting all the information about her appearance and habits. For several months, the Director was unaware of the sniper; Like how with her green eye laser sight, she outlined absolutely everything that fit in the features noticeable to people.
The more the doll moved on the table, the better the oil lubricated its iron flesh from the inside, making the movements more human. Her mouth dropped open. And the lips quivered surprisingly with the voice of a true girl.
“Hello, Miss Yan. How can the ritual bureau "Wansheng" serve you?” the doll blurted out quite naturally.
"Oh, my lady.." The Doctor's hand covered her mouth and an unaccustomed smirk of satisfaction. The girl pulled away at last, and, surprisingly elegantly helping the doll to get up from the table, resolutely walked to the door under the stairs. Iron creaking steps followed. The doll stopped next to Yan Fei.
"Madam, what are you looking for here?" she put her hand on someone else's shoulder, looking out from behind her, “hiding your harmful clients in legal affairs? “ The sonorous voice laughed at first ironically and frighteningly, like the whole body, and then so realistically that goosebumps ran through the body of the Adeptus.
It is possible to say so. On the door in front of both hung several heavy locks, the key in which is good, if you have enough strength to turn before the victorious opening. And only then you will have to open the same iron door with noticeably less effort. After a few manipulations of neat little hands, which in appearance could hardly touch these rusts, the locks fell to the floor with a roar, and the door opened with a sharp creak and a couple of sparks on the peeled tiles.
Beams of light, like the acrid white light of an operating room lamp, pierced the crimson eyes. In the corner of a shallow closet lay a dark-haired girl tied up. The arms were tightly pressed to the body, and the legs were tied to each other from the ankles to the very knees. In the mouth, there was a strong metal gag, covered with cloth, so as not to damage the teeth, but also to avoid unwanted screams. On top of it, for aesthetics and additional silence, there was a black bandage. The girl closed her eyes, breathing softly. Everything swam in her eyes from the sudden change in lighting.
“Hello again, my Tao-Tao,” the voice of the lawyer sounded with unfeigned joy. Lying in the closet looked painfully pathetic. Exposed areas of the skin were already very pale. Her appearance, even if you do not take into account the numerous bruises received in an attempt to escape, was extremely painful. From time to time she was overcome by a fever, and right now it was not at all clear whether she was shaking from fright and rolling aggression, or from several hungry days of being in a cold little room. Faded eyes stared at the lady who had entered, their brows furrowed together in a frown, her chest constricted with indignation and hopelessness. This unfortunate body was tortured. But she didn't want to run for a second. And now she began to twitch and mumble unintelligibly with an obvious menace in her voice.
“Someone wants to say hello to you, my nightmare ..
The eyes that had just filled with hatred in a new way opened wide. The girl stopped moving and, it seems, even breathing at that moment. In front of her stood a clone, exactly like her. And next to the angelic smile was Yan Fei. Gentle hands gripped the doll's wrist, waving with a slight creak in greeting to the bound one. The girl took a deep breath, shaking her head in denial. It might seem that her already pale skin became whiter in an instant. She began to force herself against the wall, while tears welled up from her tired eyes with renewed vigor. The voice screamed muffledly, wriggling plaintively and sometimes becoming hoarse.
“It's all right, little Tao. I will take care of you.” Yan Fei smiled painfully wide, revealing her clenched teeth. Her green eyes seemed to glow like an emerald, their narrowed pupil resting on the trembling body of the bound woman.
Footsteps approaching again were heard in the closet. The doll stood still, unable to process such a sight and believing that the bound one was her reflection in the mirror. The Adeptus took the already seated one by the chin, thereby raising her head. Tao didn't blink. At some point, she began to choke on her scream and lack of air. A sharp hysteria clouded her consciousness, weakening the twitching and exciting heaving of her chest.
“ Don't waste your strength.. You will suffocate” her cold lips touched someone else's forehead, “But even in formalin, I will keep and love your mortal body.”
Silence covered the room. No mechanical movements, no languid rapid breathing. Only something cold, taking strength from the limbs and leaving no strength even for a farewell muscle contraction.
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You don't have to, but other tua fics you would recommend?
Happy to! There are some great fics out there that I’d love to push like pills.
||Note: 0% of these fics have incest, Luther bashing, Allison bashing, anyone-else-bashing, or Five being in a relationship (what? I’m old and he looks like a baby to me). Always read the tags for warnings.||
Every single thing fragilecapricornpanic has ever written. I’m not kidding. This writer is amazing. Don’t be put off by a few formatting errors. They’ve written a ton of oneshots, many with pre-canon sibling interactions, and every single one I’ve read so far has been wonderful. Very rare accurate depictions of what drug addiction is really like both for the addict and for their loved ones. Ones I highly recommend are Tacos(missing scene where Allison, Klaus, and Vanya actually get tacos before heading to the salon), Bright Pink Rubber Gloves (Diego meets Claire for the first time and it takes a turn), Vanya’s Window(Klaus confuses the hell out of Vanya with a bizarre request), Book Club (Klaus takes Ben to a book club and offers to be his translator), and Do I Have to Ask? (Vanya, Diego, Klaus, and Ben break your heart).
two can be as bad as one by myeyesarenotblue. A gripping, Diego-centric power swap involving all the siblings that takes twists and turns and is genuinely one of my favorite fics out there. Oh, and some miscalculation de-aged their bodies temporarily. At least, Five is pretty sure it’s all temporary.
The German Brotherhood…No Wait Don’t Call It That by NezumiPi. I was jonesing for some Luther and Klaus bromance when this came out and it’s wonderful. If you want a fic that truly feels like it could be canon, this is it.
Roll for Damage by Shadowscast. A no-powers AU where Vanya invites Dave to the family D&D game and you can already tell it’s adorable Klave stuff where they’re both flawed. Something I love about this author is that they engage you so much with the character study without too much suspense, so they’re great to read when you want something deep but your anxiety can’t handle an action fic. 18+ only.
too close for comfort now by myeyesarenotblue. Instead of being saved by the serum, Luther dies and starts following Klaus and Ben around. Unfinished but still excellent, will make you want to kill Reginald more than usual.
nothing up my sleeve by hotelbravo. Ray and Allison’s love story from Ray’s POV. Unfinished, but the chapters are kind of one-shot-y and it seems to be updating. Completely presh and a perfect example of why we need more fics that aren’t about Klaus or Five.
Count to Four by Ezra_Rynn. Another one of my favorite fics out there, and a rare one where Vanya is completely in character and not a just hand-wringing bystander. Vanya and Klaus get into a bad situation together and, for now, all they have is each other. Starts out as a character study, turns very actiony.
Man on the Moon by nishiki. Pre-canon AU where Reginald forces Luther to kick Klaus out, but a few minutes later, Luther decides he can’t live with the guilt and leaves with Klaus. They then proceed to road trip to Allison’s home in LA while Klaus detoxes. It is the best idea they ever had. Or it’s a terrible idea but they’re not sure where else they can go.
close your eyes and surrender by myeyesarenotblue. I keep recommending this author, I know, but they’re great. Vanya-centric AU in which, in their teens, she agrees to stop taking her meds if Klaus will agree to get sober. Takes place shortly after Ben’s death and features a Reginald who is legitimately frightening. If you want Vanya bonding with her siblings in their teens and being unbelievably badass while learning things about herself, this is a beautiful one for it.
Icarus is Flying by TheSevenUmbrellas (RosyPages). A creative take on how show!Klaus could be OP without having his comic powers. It’s post-s2, and Luther, Diego, and Klaus get captured by Reginald and Klaus’ PTSD gets triggered badly enough for a new power to manifest. Only, it’s a power so destructive that it leaves the siblings wondering what to do next. One of those I keep rereading. Klaus’ grief over Ben will kill ya.
Make It Our Own by michals. Vanya and Luther bond when Vanya gets her UA tattoo at long last and Luther gets his touched up. I went looking for a fic where Vanya gets this tattoo but nothing could have prepared me for how touching and sweet this is.
Think of Me Fondly (When We’ve Said Goodbye) by darkesky. Unfinished and kind of cliffhangered. Now finished! Ben is the only one sent back after the 2019 apocalypse, reliving his childhood and trying to figure out how to single-handedly save all of his siblings and prevent the apocalypse. And not die.
#tua fic recs#tua#the umbrella academy#vanya hargreeves#klaus hargreeves#diego hargreeves#allison hargreeves#ben hargreeves#five hargreeves#luther hargreeves#reginald hargreeves#raymond chestnut#viktor hargreeves
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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Main Story
Chapter 3-1: 海水与火焰 Seawater & Flames Translation
“The flames of the sunset flicker within your orbs; and the leaves flutter, falling upon the water surface that is your soul.”
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Brother Mao: It's soooo god-damned hot out today! A new coffee shop opened down the east street with huge grand opening sales. Come on, come on, everyone grab your share!
Brother Mao had just returned to the office after completing his out of office assignment. He didn't even have a minute to spare to put the bag of goodies down, only wiping his sweat before giving said goodies out to everyone.
MC: Thank you, Brother Mao!
Brother Mao waved his hand in dismissal and threw the neatly folded plastic bag into the bin, only for his eyes to suddenly stop on the handle of the door. He incredulously widened his eyes.
Brother Mao: Since when did our door handle get all fixed up?
Li Man'man: No idea. It was already fixed when I came in in the morning.
Hao Shuai: Sister Zheng Lin, did you nag at the administrative department for this?
Zheng Lin: She fixed it. I saw her fiddling around with it when I clocked in this morning.
Zheng Lin retrieved her documents from the photocopier and jerked her chin at me.
Brother Mao: So this is our beloved heroine of the day! Do humbly pardon me!
MC: I'm the one who broke it after all. Plus, it didn't take that long to fix anyway.
Brother Mao poked his head in front of me, curiously twirling the sleeve of the formal dress I was currently fixing up and doing corrections on.
Brother Mao: You're changing it up that much again? You don't have to reply to me, but you're adding these butterflies? That's real creative! ...And they're all made of twisted metal wire?
MC: Yeah. I started out using soft tulle mesh, but it was all droopy and didn't seem very nice for wings that are supposed to look powerful and lively.
Brother Mao: Now not only does this give it a dynamic feel, but also brings about a romantic yet cruel one!
Brother Mao: Not bad, not bad! Keep at it, and you'll definitely be able to finish fixing it up before next week!
MC: But the Deadline got brought forward… She's going to be doing the fitting tomorrow morning, so I have to finish it by today...
Brother Mao: No way! Don't tell me it's that agent again...
He glanced around, checking that no one had their attention turned to us, before leaning down to my ear.
Brother Mao: I asked around about it earlier, and I heard that the agent has a pretty foul temper.
Brother Mao: Not just to the staff, but her daughter as well. She'll start scolding people at the drop of a hat, even if they did nothing!
It felt as if I could hear the piercing and horrid lashing from that day resounding in my ears again. Her words had been ingrained into my very brain like a needle stuck into a pincushion.
Brother Mao: Geez, Lin Yao's such a brilliant kid. What's there for her to be so unhappy about?
Brother Mao: My mom always told me not to blame myself, and that health always comes first, whenever I fail the promotion. She even said that if I couldn't make it big, then I could just go back home and she'd raise me.
MC: I don't know either. Maybe all these feelings we take for granted come on a conditional basis for her, I guess.
He'd stared at the table and spaced out for a long while. It was almost as if he'd retreated into his memory palace as his expression turned a little sad.
Brother Mao: I'll help you twist them into shape too. Just treat it as my way of thanking her for helping us get out of the pickle we found ourselves in that day.
MC: Okay.
Time passed silently, and it wasn't till nightfall that we finished our work. The office had already cleared out a long time ago, and sporadic stars glimmered in the ink-blue sky up above.
Brother Mao: Done!
I nodded at him in gratitude and kept the now completed dress away. That was when a message notification popped up onto my phone screen.
Housing Agent: Miss (Y/n), don't forget that we're supposed to sign the agreement today at 8 PM. Be there or be square!
Brother Mao: What's wrong?
MC: I'm supposed to go check out the new apartment I'm getting with my agent at 8 PM today, and sign the agreement if all goes well.
And the time displayed on my phone right now was… 7:28 PM.
MC: I should run! Thanks for today, Brother Mao! I'll treat you to food next time!
Grabbing my bag and my work ID, I made a mad dash downstairs.
❖☆———————————★❖
I thought that I'd make it there right on the dot if I'd left now, but who knew that the taxi-hailing app had 80+ people waiting in line! Seeing as how the app wasn't an option anymore, all I could do was to run to the nearest taxi stand.
MC: Why's it not here yet…?
I paced back and forth at the stand, but no taxi ever made an appearance. Just as my anxiousness was about to reach a tipping point, a black sports car drew to a stop before me. The car's windscreen slowly rolled down.
MC: ...Evan?
Evan: Waiting for a ride? Headed somewhere?
MC: Yeah. I'm going to take a look at an apartment. The place I'm renting right now is too far from here, so it isn't terribly convenient.
Evan: Location?
MC: Guangqi-Century City.
He slightly inclined his head, glancing at his watch before getting out of his car and opening the door to the passenger seat for me.
Evan: Get on. I'll send you there.
★Night Choice: Turn him down
MC: No need. I'd be causing you too much trouble.
Evan leaned his arm atop the door of the car, beaming as he looked at me.
Evan: Not at all.
Evan: Besides, I don't have anything on tonight. On the other hand, you seem like you're in quite the rush.
Evan: It'll be bad if you end up late for it because you dawdled here.
His eyes were filled with such sincerity that it made me feel like I'd be doing him a disservice if I refused.
I eventually nodded, seeing as there was no way I could shimmy myself out of this without feeling bad about it.
MC: Thanks.
☆Light Choice: Accept his offer
I glanced back at the taxi stand. It didn't seem like a taxi was coming anytime soon. And I'd really be late if I didn't get a suitable ride soon…
MC: Thanks. Don't mind if I do then.
8 PM, right on the dot. We reached the entrance of the housing estate where the agent was already waiting.
MC: Here it is. Thank you for this! I'll treat you to a meal someday!
Evan: Sure.
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I hurriedly got out of the car as the two agents quickly rushed up to me upon seeing me.
Agent A: You have a good eye, Miss! This apartment's a hot favourite! 10 over people booked slots to come check it out the moment the listing went up!
Agent B: We've kept this apartment for you till now since you seemed especially keen on it!
Agent A: Let's get the contract agreement signed tonight if there are no problems lest it keeps you up at night!
MC: Sorry, but I'll still have to confirm with you again later. Let's go check the house out first.
Both agents sidled up side by side, enthusiastically explaining and introducing things to me on either side as they urged me forwards.
Thud.
The sound of a door closing behind me made me turn, only to see that Evan hadn't left, and had gotten out of his car.
MC: ?
Evan: I'll go with you.
The agents continued their endless stream of marketing chatter as they pointed out every selling point of the apartment.
Agent A: —And that's all from us. If you sign the agreement contract today, then we can persuade the landlord to give us a little discount...
MC: Okay, then I'll-
Evan: Sorry, but we'll think it through a little more. Could you recommend us some other apartments as well? Sorry about that.
I looked at him in surprise, but he gently shook his head. Hence, I calmed my initial excitement down and turned down their request to have the contract immediately signed.
❖☆———————————★❖
The night was already deep into the throes of darkness by the time we returned to the car park.
The riverbank was coloured with streams of yellow light from the streetlamps above in picturesque disorder. I could smell the refreshing scent of blooming greenery that hung in the air.
MC: Was something wrong with the apartment earlier?
Evan: I don't think you'd like to stay in an apartment filled with construction noises, yes?
MC: But I didn't hear anyone renovating anything?
It was only after the words left my mouth that I realized something.
MC: Oh, right. It's nighttime right now, so all the construction workers should be off work by now… Still, how did you know?
Evan: I noticed that there were paint stains at the edge of the neighbouring apartment's door frame upon entering, and it looked rather fresh too.
Evan: Plus, that housing estate was built 10 years ago, yet the elevator has its interiors boarded up with temporary protective boards.
Evan: So, I'd garner that the neighbouring apartment's most likely, not the only one undergoing renovation recently.
MC: I'd never have realized if you didn't point it out…
Evan: And adding on to that, I observed the surroundings a bit when we entered the housing estate and the security personnel stationed nearby seemed rather sparsely spread.
Evan: So it wouldn't be too safe for you to be staying here alone.
MC: Yeah…
Evan continued talking about the pros and cons of the apartment as the enchanting lights from above reflected in his eyes, melding into the smile that wavered within.
MC: You're so knowledgeable when it comes to this. Did you rent an apartment before?
Although, for someone with his family background, he shouldn’t ever need to rent an apartment on his own.
However, Evan nodded, affirming my suspicions.
Evan: I’ve rented a couple of places for my company back when I was in university.
MC: You mean, the company you founded back when you were studying in Lordton?
Evan: You know of it?
MC: I’ve heard of it before! It’s truly a legendary tale!
Evan: Looks like I’ll have to personally clear up the rumours for you then. It wasn’t exactly a smooth experience.
Evan: I, too, encountered a great many difficulties that I hadn’t thought of before during my first time renting an office.
Evan: For example, unreliable agents. The relevant renting procedures never came to pass for a long time due to that.
Evan: Hence, the office wasn’t ready even if all the employees were already in place.
Evan: And another example would be poor property management, with robberies aplenty as a result.
Evan: Also, I had no choice but to take drastic action and relocate the entire office to a new location since I hadn’t initially considered office expansion.
MC: Wow, I never knew that starting a business would be so hard. You’re amazing to have done it!
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Suddenly, my phone vibrated.
[Guangqi Rental] Whole apartment for lease. Felin Avenue, 199 Street. 1 bedroom and 1 living room.
[Guangqi Rental] Whole apartment for lease. Changle Heights. 1 bedroom and 1 living room.
It was the agent, recommending me a couple more apartments.
[Guangqi Rental] How about any of these?
MC: Now that's way too many…
Evan: You can forward them to me if you don't mind. I can check them out with you.
Evan: I might not be very experienced in this, but nothing will go wrong with having another person to think it through with.
MC: Thank you, Evan.
The night breeze blew past, gently ruffling the loose hairs that had fallen out of place in front of Evan’s forehead.
Evan: We've been talking for so long that I forgot that it's already 9 PM. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat anything?
MC: I said I'd treat you! How about we do it now?
MC: Is there anything you'd like to eat?
Evan: Just pick anything you want to eat. I'm fine with anything.
MC: Don't say that! I'm going to need a proper answer from you today.
Evan: Alright then. I'd prefer for it to be something cooling, if possible.
MC: Hmm… Something cooling?
I glanced around, my eyes sweeping past the signboards of teahouses, food stalls, fast food outlets… until it finally stopped on an old and aged sign that stood not too far away.
MC: I know! Wait for me for a while!
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MC: Auntie! Can I get two servings of red bean ice and two servings of fruit soup?
Many customers surrounded the small shop. The owner stirred the pot of soft red beans, filling the air with a delectably rich scent of sweetness.
Due to the auntie being the only one manning the store, the demand for the red bean ice far exceeded the available supply. Hence, I had to wait for quite a while before my order finally got done.
Just as I happily took the icy delights from her, the pitter-patter of rain sounded from behind.
The rain came down hard and vicious.
The raindrops that pelted against the roof were akin to silver metal wires, trapping me within the confines of the narrow eaves.
With no other option in sight, I held the two cups of icy treats to my chest using my wrist and freed a hand to shoot Evan a message to inform him of my predicament.
However, before I could fish out my phone… a silhouette had come to a stop before me. He put the umbrella away.
MC: I was just about to ping you. What are you doing here?
Evan didn’t say anything, only smiling gently as he took the icy treats from my arms, quietly standing by my side.
Evan: The rain should cease soon. Let's wait together.
MC: ...Okay.
The curtain of rain secluded us in our own little world, and the puddles, reflecting the neon lights of the signboard above, rippled from the night breeze of summer.
And like a domino effect, this soft and gentle ambience made our moods calmer and much more relaxed in turn.
❖☆————— ⊹ For Light & Night⊹ —————★❖
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#光与夜之恋#Light and Night#Otome#Translations#Tencent#萧逸#Osborn#齐司礼#Sariel#陆沉#Evan#查理苏#Charlie#夏鸣星#Jesse#For Light and Night
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writing tag game
I was tagged by @gingerteaonthetardis and @isolus-girl and I think someone else but I can't find it back in my mentions. Thanks to you both loves !
how many works do you have on a03? 13, which is baffling even me.
what’s your total a03 word count? 47,206.
what are your top 5 fics by kudos?
1. For a word, a tender gesture (NineRose)
2. We are racing to the break of dawn (NineRoseJack)
3. En silence (Pendranièvre)
4. Not meant to be (Yuuri & Phichit, Viktuuri)
5. Oh boy your eyes betray what burns inside you (implied TenRoseJack)
do you respond to comments, why or why not?
I do ! Like I usually I say, it works as provocation for me, and provocation does work for me. Mainly, all my motivation is contained in the idea that someone wants to read what I'm writing. It just has to be one person and then it'll be easy.
what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
I'd say Not meant to be? It's not really angsty, but I guess for people who don't view friends as potential soulmates instead of one's lover, or who are just ride or die for their ship wouldn't quite like it?
what’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?
For a word, a tender gesture I'd say. Most of my fics are indsights into some situation so it's difficult talking about an ending exactly, but yeah, as far as endings go, this one might take it.
do you write crossovers? if so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?
Not so far. I'd me more inclined to do fusion rather than really crossover, I think? Or just steal a character from one fandom to put into another as a self-indulgence I guess :').
have you ever received hate on a fic?
No hate! But I have been amused to receive a comment that said "not too bad", which I hope was meant in a good way rather than a mean one! Also, a comment on a fic that's a 5+1 with each chapter centering around one character; the comment was simply "And what about this character?", who was to star in a later chapter. Again, I prefer to think it was just quickly posted without thinking about it 0: ).
do you write smut? if so, what kind?
I do, not that I post most of what I've written. I've posted f/m/m and m/m on ao3, I've written m/f and f/f too for other stuff.
have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I'm aware, and I don't think anyone would be interested in doing so haha.
have you ever had a fic translated?
No, but I have translated one and am in the process of translating a second one (I'm sorry it's taking me so much time @saretton I swear it is not forgotten I am working on it a bit daily.)
have you ever co-written a fic before?
No but I'm dying to, I really would love to. I've had some baby idea with a friend but nothing that has materialized so far (we should talk about it for it to actually happen but I think it was mostly me thinking about collabing on it.)
what’s your all-time favourite ship?
What does all-time mean really. My all-time favourite anything changes every other week.
what’s a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
I really don't want to say it but maybe that multichap Good Omens thingy that's basically fake arranged marriage with genderfuckery in the way.
Oh, or maybe the Baby Driver one. This one might be easier to go back to but will I? Who knows.
what are your writing strengths?
Thinking. Stream of consciousness thinking. And ternary rhythms.
what are your writing weaknesses?
Descriptions, actual describing stuff and making it lively.
what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
Not opposed to it as I'm dealing with two languages when I write, but it's hard for it to be balanced.
what was the first fandom you wrote for?
Harry Potter for a little while, and at the same time a single unmemorable Naruto fic.
what’s your favourite fic you’ve written?
Seconds premiers regards and Softly watching you. Basically, people watching other people, am I realizing just now (which says something as I was hesistating with What a terrible page of the past that's basically, also people watching people.) I swear I want to do stories, actual stories! I want to! It's just not what's easiest for me.
Ok that was fun! If you've read so far thank you, that's actually very sweet of you and makes me all awwww. Tagging @temporary-dysphoria @goneadrift @zet-sway @katzuyas @emjee @smallblueandloud @cleverlittlejay @chasingthecosmos if any of you want to do it! ♥
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Fic questionnaire
Tagged by my dear friend, @shreedle
[My AO3 account: https://archiveofourown.org/users/TheOpticalMouse/pseuds/TheOpticalMouse/works?fandom_id=42817852 ]
How many works do you have on AO3?
10, but one of them is a poetry collection.
What's your total AO3 word count?
256,707 if we don’t count the poetry.
How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
Published on AO3? One: Genshin Impact. In my life? Three. Megaman[Classic, X, XZ] and Trauma Center.
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
1: Darknight Hero Does Hostage Cases Now, Apparently: 1535
2: Family is More Than Blood and a Name: 1094
3: A Permanent Solution to a Temporary Problem: 502
4: Beyond the Border: 460
5: Frozen Balm: 361
Do you respond to comments, why or why not?
I do! Not all readers interact with fics, so the ones who take the time to write a comment and say something nice! I want to thank them for it so I try to give everyone a reply that addresses what they said!
I’m absolutely blessed with so many comments, but sometimes there’s a lot and my brain is like “Do the rest later” and then they set for a while and I feel bad. ;~;
What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?
That’s a good question. I lean towards angst, hurt/comfort, and adventure stories, so none of them have a terribly angsty ending. I’m honestly unsure if any of mine can count.
Have you ever recieved hate on a fic?
Teccchnicallly? I got an Anon partway through Family Is More who told me how they liked my fic but were going to stop reading because they didn’t like how an original character was getting some screentime.
It wasn’t phrased in a hostile way, but it definitely struck a nerve. Many of my readers came out to assure me that everything was okay, which meant the world to me. I’m so fortunate to have very kind readers.
Do you write smut? If so what kind?
Not actively, though I have nothing against reading or writing it. I am just hesitant to touch the shipping scene because people can get...
Heated.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Fortunately, not that I’m aware of.
Have you ever had a fic translated?
I had someone ask if they could translate it into Russian, and I gave them permission! But their Tumblr account was hacked shortly thereafter and I have not been in contact with them since.
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I do a lot of original and fandom RP with friends in private, but I haven’t properly co-written a fic with anyone, no
What's your all time favorite ship?
X and Zero from Megaman X, hands down. A close second is Phoenix and Miles from Phoenix Wright.
What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?
Fortunately I don’t believe I have any WIPs that meet that criteria! I have a lot of ideas stewing that may not get written, but I’m trying to not have more than two WIPs exist at once.
What are your writing strengths?
Dealing with subjects of trauma, emotional support, and platonic bonds are things I enjoy and excel at. Interpersonal relationships, motivations, and internal monologues are things I am good at.
What are your writing weaknesses?
Personally I feel like my fight scenes could use more impact or action, but I could be wrong. I also feel like I would struggle to write an organic love story.
What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
I tend to write from the point of view of a single person, so if the person understands it, I’ll likely write it in italics or use some mark. Otherwise I’ll simply reference in prose that another language is being spoken. I’d rather not butcher a language I don’t know for my works, because someone fluent is going to read it and go ‘lol wat’.
What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?
I believe that prize goes to Megaman X.
What's your favorite fic you've ever written?
It used to be “Beyond The Border”, but more recently “Permanent Solution to a Temporary Problem” has taken that crown.
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Lucien's Infinity Island Event - Part 1
I'm a Grown Up
A diary entry from many years ago.
Some of the more complicated words look a bit stiff as if they were written one letter at a time while looking at a dictionary.
Today I solved mum and dad’s concerns.
Yesterday, they were secretly hiding in their room, discussing something about “business trips”. I’ve seen this term before in the dictionary. It means when workers are temporarily “dispatched” elsewhere for work purposes. "Dispatch” means ordering someone to go somewhere to do work. In other words, someone wants mum and dad to leave home and go somewhere for work.
Dad needs to go, mum also needs to go, so dad said he’ll stay behind and let mum go, and mum also said she’ll stay behind and let dad go. But they both seem a bit unhappy. So I walked over and told them, I’m already a grown up, I can stay home by myself. In the morning, I'll eat bread for breakfast and go to school myself, then after school I'll walk home by myself. If they're worried I can go to ZiHang-gege's house to play chess or just go home and read books by myself.
But both of them ignored me. And so, I decided to prove myself to mum and dad. Dad said so before, scientists speak with results. So this morning I got out of bed extra early, ate bread and went to school by myself as if mum and dad weren't home. After school I went to play chess with ZiHang-gege. Today's ZiHang-gege is still very dumb, I don't think he's improved at all. When it was night time, I asked Aunty Fan if I could stay for dinner since mum and dad weren't home. Aunty didn't know what I was talking about, but was still very nice to me.
But soon after, mum and dad came to find me. They spoke to Aunty for a bit and then took me back home.
Once we got home, dad asked me, if they really weren't home for three days, will I really be okay by myself? I said I will, I'm a grown up, even if mum and dad aren't by my side, I can still take care of myself. I don't know why, but they both started laughing.
I see, so mum and dad will be happy if I'm a grown up.
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[ I'm a Grown Up ] | A Simple Letter | Why | A Glimpse of Home | A Colourful Day
#mlqc#mlqc lucien#BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY#stuff i post#temporary terrible translations tag#hi fan zihang :'D i was hoping youd cameo in this event
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Shadow’s Birthright | MYG
Chapter 06: Convergence
Plot: Riding in on thunder and lightning, two princes are born. But a crown cannot be shared. It can only be worn by one and one alone. The hands of man have separated the brothers, allowing one to live in wealth and comfort inside the palace while the other grows up among commoners. But Fate cannot be destroyed by the hands of man. A shared destiny reunites the brothers; one to become a king who descends into madness and the other will rise as a dragon whose journey has only just begun in order to claim a crown he does not desire to have.
Rating: NC-17 // NSFW
Genre: series | historical!au | fantasy!au | angst | romance | drama | tragedy
Pairing: Min Yoongi (Lee Yoon) x Female OC (Kalina Shuri)
Warnings: Historical setting, caste system, magic/sorcery, graphic violence, disturbing graphic images, religious tones, angst, slow burn, smut
Previous Chapters: Prologue 01 02 03 04 05
Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]
Word Count: 4,065
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AN: Sorry this took me so long. Life decided it wanted to kick me in the face repeatedly. But I did warn everyone this was going to take a little time with the updates. Please be patient with me. I promise you that it will be worth the wait. If you would like to be added to the tag list, feel free to drop me a line!
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“Things do not happen. Things are made to happen.” - John F. Kennedy
Yoon greeted his parents with the Crown Princess at his side. They both bowed deeply as they heard the King and Queen laugh in delight. The Royal Consorts also received bows from the Crown Prince and Princess. Finally, they turned and were given bows from the princesses and princes of the Royal Court. The officials and guards, as well as the rest of the palace staff, were present for the opening ceremony to celebrate Crown Prince Yoon’s first international liaison.
When they were finally dismissed, Yoon took his seat next to the Crown Princess, waiting for food and wine to be served. Various voices of praise and congratulations were given to Yoon, to which he simply nodded his head politely and smiled while returning his own charming forms of gratitude. He allowed the Crown Princess to serve him a cup of wine and he, in turn, also served her. Merriment and good cheer surrounded the palace.
It made Yoon sick to his stomach.
The conversation he had with his Father-In-Law still didn’t sit well with him. At his own behest, he politely reminded Minister Jang that he should keep his small-minded ambitions to himself. He didn’t need to drag the Crown Princess into his mess. Regardless of his own personal feelings, Yoon held a deep amount of respect for his Princess. Jang Chae-Ok had no ambitions or selfish desires for wanting to be Crown Princess. She was simply a childhood friend to Yoon who always remained faithfully at his side.
The Crown Princess was not blind to his relationship with Kalina. But she also did not question it. It was from this show of her character alone that Yoon promised he would not take a Royal Consort when he became King. He owed her that much for her understanding.
“I wish that I could accompany you, Your Highness.” The Crown Princess’s voice was sad, matching her expression.
He reached out to grasp her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It will be a long journey. It is no place for a Crown Princess.” Yoon smiled. “I will be back before you realize I’m gone.”
She sighed. “I will miss you greatly.” She placed her hand over his. “Do be careful.”
“I will, Crown Princess.”
A loud gong resounded, drawing everyone’s attention. All conversation hushed as the head of the Artisan school approached. He bowed deeply while the others waited with anticipation for his announcement.
“Members of the Royal Court! We are here to celebrate the Crown Prince’s upcoming journey. We wish him great fortune but before he traverses out in the world, we want to be able to ease his worries and give him memories to hold on to as he travels to Ming. Things that he will be able to keep close to his heart and treasure if he should ever become homesick.”
Yoon smiled, despite his own internal dark thoughts. He loved his country. He loved his people. The skills they mastered in order to have these small moments to showcase their talents were clearly battles within their own houses. Some performers and artists had better skills than others, hence why they were allowed to appear at the forefront. Others were still in training to be able to climb up in the ranks along the way.
He secretly admired the drive that pushed these individuals along. Everyone had dreams, goals, and ambitions. People’s reasons for doing anything were threads that bonded everyone together to achieve common goals. No matter how small or big, they were to be appreciated. Even if one could not voice these appreciations aloud.
The Chief Artisan gave a wide gesture, spinning on his heels as the performers made their way into the grand courtyard. “We hope that our performers, both within the palace walls, and those who have managed to make their ways from the streets, will be able to soothe your soul.”
Everyone applauded as Senior Artisan stepped away, allowing for the in house performers to showcase everything they’ve practiced for days. Curiously, Yoon hummed to himself at the mention of street performers entering the palace. If they were skilled enough to gain the court’s attention, there was a good chance they would be given slots to enter the performance schools within the palace halls. It would be a golden opportunity to change their livelihoods for the better.
He was keen to see just what they were made of.
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”
Jimin clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth, silencing Taehyung’s whining. “Hyung-nim is filling in for Namjoon Hyung-nim.” His eyes narrowed. “Surely you don’t expect him to wear the dress, do you?”
Taehyung pouted. “No, but still!”
“Besides,” Hoseok cut in, patting Taehyung’s shoulders roughly, “we all memorized multiple parts in case something happens. We only had time for Hyung-nim to learn one. Stop being difficult.”
Yoongi smirked, shaking his head while readjusting the waistband to his costume. The large rosary that hung from his neck was heavy and the boots were a little bit cumbersome, but bearable. He would be able to switch his shoes out when it came time for the tightrope routine. Jungkook and Seokjin fawned over him, making sure he looked as proper as he could in performance gear.
Namjoon appeared, holding out a red and black demon mask to him. “I gave it some new paint earlier so it should be dry now.”
Taking the mask from him, Yoongi cradled it in his hands. “Thank you, Namjoon-ah.” He scratched at the cloth headband. “What will you be doing during the performance?”
“I’ll be narrating and helping the musicians out. Percussion, mostly.”
“I see.” Yoongi eyed the mask, taking note of the large white fangs protruding from the mouth carved into the wood.
Because of the depth of the role, he wouldn’t be able to take his mask off during the entire performance. Beneficial for him, but he hated that Namjoon wouldn’t be getting any credit. Yoongi knew how hard they all must have been preparing for this particular performance. A small measure of guilt wormed its way into his heart, but Namjoon’s laugh brought him out of his thoughts.
“Now I feel even more terrible, Hyung-nim.” Yoongi saw the concerned look on Namjoon’s face, even though he was smiling. “Seriously, you’re doing me a favor. I feel bad enough. If you keep looking like that, I’ll think I’m completely worthless.”
“I’m sorry, Namjoon-ah.” Clearing his throat, he nodded. “You’re right. I shouldn’t be feeling like this.”
“Thank the heavens you’re wearing a mask.” Taehyung pushed his headband up a little more. “Otherwise the audience is going to think you’re guilty of some crime.”
“It’s just nerves.” Jimin flashed Yoongi a reassuring smile. “Right, Hyung-nim?”
All he could do was give a small smile. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“Hayan Geutop Troupe?” An unfamiliar voice pulled all of their attention. They saw someone dressed in official robes motioning toward them. “You’re up next.”
No one could hide their excitement. This was the first time any of them would be entering the palace. Each of them were given temporary passes to gain access. Once inside, they all made sure they were looking their best. The sound of joyful laughter and music rumbled through the courtyard, causing Yoongi’s heartbeat to elevate with excitement.
“Hyung-nim!” Jungkook gently nudged Yoongi’s back. “Your mask! Don’t forget to put it on!”
“Oh. Right.” Yoongi slid the large Demon mask over his head, making sure the cloth headwrap covered every part of his neck from view except the front.
The sound of loud drums rang out through the courtyard. It was a little bit difficult to breathe with the mask on, but not impossible. If anything, Yoongi was more concerned with the mask falling off by accident. But Hoseok assured him that the bands were secured and redesigned to fit his head perfectly. It wouldn’t come off unless he pulled it off himself.
Admittedly, his nerves were a little frayed. Being around so many people at once, as well as so much noise, was teetering him toward sensory overload. But he continued to remind himself that he had a job to do. He just needed to get through the performance and then he could continue exploring the Crown City to his heart’s content. They were set to ride back out to the mountains at first light.
He hoped the shops would still be open before the lanterns were lit.
The large drum was hit, signaling for everyone to settle down. Yoongi took another breath, waiting for their group to be announced in front of the Royal Court. His vision was limited through the small holes in his mask - the rest of the world shadowed on either side of him. He could hear his own breath in his ears as he tried to peer out in front of him. But he wasn’t sure what he was even looking for. There was a strange pull at his heart; a feeling he couldn’t quite explain.
Like someone was calling to him.
No. Like multiple people were calling to him.
“Members of the Royal Court! I present to you a troupe of young performers who hail from the outskirts of the Crown City!” The Chief Artisan looked in their direction as some of the students in the palace artisan school helped to set up their stage. “The White Tower Troupe!”
There was a round of polite applause from all the members of the royal court. The other troupe members were helping to set up the first scene for their skit. Yoongi waited patiently, even though he offered to help. Taehyung and Hoseok insisted that he stand back and focus on the performance. It wouldn’t take them long to get the set pieces ready. Once everything was put together, Namjoon walked gently forward and bowed deeply to the Royal family seated at the large banquet table.
“Please forgive our lack of eloquence, Your Majesties, as we attempt to regale you with a story. It is one I am sure you are all familiar with, but allow us to perform it for you just the same.” He flicked out the large fan in his hand, a picture of a blue sky and a green field painted on it. “We humbly present to you...the Tale of Green Pearl and the Demon!”
Yoon felt Chae-Ok grab his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. He cast a sidelong glance in her direction, noting the soft pink flush that tinted her cheeks. He knew it wasn’t from the wine but more from her excitement. He smiled as she met his gaze.
“Oh, I love this story!” She looked back out toward the courtyard. “I’m interested to see how they will tell it.”
“As am I.”
The bass drum resounded through the large space just as the troupe finished setting up for the first scene. The narrator who spoke walked off to the sidelines and took a seat on a plush cushion that was provided for him. Silence draped over everyone present as the actors moved to their positions.
“Many years ago, there was a humble man who lived a humble life. He had a humble trade and a humble wife. The wife bore him two children. A son named White Fang and a daughter named Green Pearl.”
Yoon watched as the narrator spoke about each character. One by one, they all appeared - their faces concealed with wooden masks painted in eloquent designs. Lingering off to the side was an actor clothed in black, red and gold garbs - a demon mask covering his face. Yoon felt his heart beating a little faster as he gazed at the person, unsure of why this strange sensation was lurching in his chest.
The narrator slapped his stick against the small drum cradled in his lap. “As the seasons changed and the children grew older, the father became ill. The wife sent for what physicians they could afford and the old apothecary said that there was nothing he could do. The wife was distraught, unsure of what would become of her or her children should her husband leave this world for his journey to the afterlife.”
“Seobang-nim! You cannot leave us like this!” The wife sobbed beside the husband, cradling his hand between her palms. “What are we to do without you? How are we supposed to live?!”
“Don’t worry, Mother,” said White Fang as he placed his hand over his mother’s, “I will find a way to cure Father. I will travel across foreign lands until I can find the medicine that will save Father’s life!”
Again, the narrator struck the drum. “White Fang left to search for a cure for his ailing father, leaving his mother and sister behind.”
Yoon watched the person portraying Green Pearl moving toward the backdrop meant to pose as a wide open field. A lone tree stood off in the distance where she clasped her hands together and prayed.
“Gods of Heaven, I beseech you! Please help my father. Please find a way to help him get better!” cried Green Pearl as she lowered her head, all but sobbing into her hands.
Heavy drums beat softly, signaling an ominous transition. Yoon watched as the actor portraying the demon slowly moved forward, until he was mere feet from the Royal Banquet table. The Demon whipped his head around to face the Royal family, causing everyone to lean back and gasp.
All except Yoon.
Maybe it was the optical illusion of the mask, but he swore that the demon was looking directly at him. His heartbeat escalated, a soft thunder against his chest, and he waited for the demon to speak. There was a line here. Yoon remembered it. A line where the demon spoke to the audience of his wicked scheme.
But the demon said nothing. All he did was stare. Had the actor forgotten his lines?
“A demon heard Green Pearl’s cries, intrigued by her earnest wailings.”
The narrator cut through the silence. This seemed to wake the demon up, causing him to swiftly shuffle back a few steps as he threw his arm out in a dramatic flourish.
“The sweet sound of sorrow nourishes my heart,” the Demon exclaimed, curling his shoulders forward. He pressed a hand against his face, fingers gliding over the white fangs on the mask. “It is the sound of easy prey. How I have longed to devour such a miserable soul!”
He heard the Crown Princess gasp as the Demon ran forward, leaping into the air and landing on the tightrope with amazing ease. Yoon quirked a brow, internally admiring the actor’s swiftness and balancing abilities. The Demon leaned forward, slinging his legs out until he was hanging upside down from the rope.
Green Pearl took a sharp intake of breath, clutching at the front of her dress. “W-Who goes there?”
“A humble and curious Demon. But nevermind me, Sweet Child.” The Demon spoke in a cooing and sweet voice. “What seems to be ailing you? What causes you to mourn so?”
“My father is ill and there is no way to save him. My brother has left to travel in hopes of finding medicine to cure him.” Green Pearl turned away from the Demon, looking off in the distance. “I mourn for my family and what is to become of them should my father pass.”
The Demon laughed, swinging his body so that he was now sitting upright on the tightrope. He rested a hand on his knee and leaned forward, drawing Green Pearl’s attention once more. “This is a simple problem with a simple solution.”
“It is anything but simple!”
“Oh, but it is!” The Demon hopped onto the rope, bouncing up and down in a playful manner. “Because I know how to save your ailing father!”
Green Pearl stepped toward the tree, her hand reaching up toward the Demon but she was far out of his reach. “What do you know? Please, tell me how to save my father!”
The Demon bounced on the rope a few more times before dismounting, landing just a few feet away from her. He placed his hands behind his back and paced, not really bothering to stray too far from her but not coming too close. “There is a flower that grows in the western mountains. It is said that creating a potion from this flower can cure any illness.” He spun on his heels just as Green Pearl tried to approach him, causing her to halt in her steps. “But it is an arduous journey. Many have died trying to claim this flower.”
“Can you guide me to this mountain?”
The Demon circled her, his steps slow and measured. “What will you give me if I decide to lend you my aid?”
“Whatever you wish to claim from me, Sir!” Green Pearl fell to her knees. “No boon is too great when it comes to saving the life of my father!”
The Demon knelt down before Green Pearl, lifting her face to meet his. “You will become my bride. That is the price you must pay if you wish to obtain my help.”
“If marrying a demon is the trade we are making, then I would marry you a thousand times.”
The Demon pulled Green Pearl up onto her feet, a hearty laugh bursting from his chest. “Then come! Let us be off! The day grows shorter and the journey will be that much harder for you when the night comes.”
A gong and more heavy drums rang out as the Demon and Green Pearl exited the stage. Troupe members hurried to change the set backdrop to suit the next scene transition.
“So Green Pearl and the Demon hurried toward the Western Mountains. The journey was, indeed, arduous. Many perils crossed their paths, but the Demon protected Green Pearl every step of the way. The harshest trek, however, was the path leading up toward the mountains. Wild animals impeded their path. Even the cold mountain winds attempted to blow the two off the krags so they would plummet to their deaths.”
With each scene change, a linen drape with a painted landscape was swapped. The serene music fit the pacing of each scene and the narrator’s strong voice pushed the actors to continue through the skit. Yoon knew this tale very well. Yet watching it unfold in this manner made the story seem brand new. He was particularly drawn to the Demon, unable to shake the tremors in his heart as the masked performer’s moves seemed fluid and natural.
“Finally, Green Pearl and the Demon reached the top of the mountain peaks. There was the mythical flower the Demon mentioned. It was a rich purple in pigment, the stem a soft green and nestled among a cluster of clovers. In the snow and cold temperature, there was no way that any vegetation should have flourished, let alone this single flower.”
Green Pearl reached for the flower, preparing to dig it up from the earth. Suddenly, she was stopped by the Demon’s harsh pull at her wrist. “W-What are you doing?!”
“Do not forget your promise to me, dear Child.” He pulled her flush against him. “You are to be my bride the moment your father is well. And not a minute later.”
“I haven’t forgotten our deal, Demon!” Green Pearl pushed away from him. “We must hurry back quickly!”
A soft bell tinkling sound issued from a row of wind chimes. The Demon laughed, grasping onto Green Pearl and jumping up toward the tightrope. Everyone watching sucked in their breaths as a stream of dark blue fabric followed after them. The Demon dragged Green Pearl behind him as the actors portrayed him using his powers to help them travel quickly. The two actors almost appeared to float across the thick line of rope.
“The Demon used his powers to transport Green Pearl and himself down the mountain. When they reached the foot of the mountain, they instantly moved through the fields. Within minutes, they were back in Green Pearl’s humble village. He safely brought her home and Green Pearl wasted no time preparing the flower into a medicinal tonic for her father.”
Green Pearl appeared next to her mother, holding out a wooden bowl. “This tonic will help Father. Please, we must hurry!”
The Wife started to feed the potion to the ailing Husband. In minutes, he started to rise up from his bed. He held his wife’s hands and she threw herself into his arms.
“Husband! You are well!” she cried as her husband held her close.
He laughed, stroking her back. “Yes, I am well, Pu-in. But tell me, what has helped me come back from the gates of the Underworld?”
“I traveled far to retrieve a flower that is said to cure any illness.” Green Pearl hugged her father’s neck.
“A flower?” He tilted his head to the side. “How did you come to learn of this flower?”
Green Pearl lowered her head. “A Demon told me. He guided me to the Western Mountains and I plucked the flower from the highest peak.”
Both the husband and wife looked at each other, clutching at their chests. The father reached out for his daughter’s hands. “You foolish girl! How could you make an agreement with a demon?!”
“Don’t you know that a deal with a demon only breeds disaster?!” The mother shook Green Pearl’s shoulders. “You have sold your soul to the Underworld!”
Green Pearl pulled herself away from her family. “I’m sorry!” She ran out of the house where the Demon was waiting for her. “We must hurry!”
The Demon grabbed her hand in his. “Let us leave this place!”
“Stop right there, you foul trickster!” The Father appeared, brandishing a wheat sickle. “Release my daughter, this instant!”
The Demon laughed. “The deal has been made, Human! You cannot break the contract!”
The sound of a gong exploded over the courtyard, causing the Demon to gasp. When he looked down, there was a sword plunged through his stomach. As he turned, the assailant stepped forward to push the blade through his gut even further. The Demon reached out with a bloodied hand toward the one who attacked him.
“B-Brother!”
White Fang ripped the sword from the Demon’s body, causing the Demon to fall to his knees. His head hung low and Green Pearl was instantly at the Demon’s side. He finally collapsed to the ground and Green Pearl clung to his shivering form.
“What have you done?!” she screamed as the Demon continued to tremble in her arms. “Why did you strike him?!”
“It was a Demon, Green Pearl!” White Fang dropped the sword from his hand and the satchel from his back. “They only breed misfortune!”
“Y-You fool,” sputtered the Demon, “I would have given her a good life.” A trembling arm lifted as he pointed at White Fang. “Because of your actions, you have now condemned your sister to death.”
“What?!” White Fang dropped to his knees. The husband and wife hurried forward. “What lies do you speak, Demon?”
The Demon turned to look up at Green Pearl. “I will not be able to give you a life you deserve.” He touched the side of her face. “But I will be able to stay with you in the Afterlife. Always.”
“I am sorry for the cruel nature of man! Forgive me!” Green Pearl sobbed, burying her face in the Demon’s shoulder. “I will see you on the other side.”
And then the Demon’s hand fell limply to the ground. Seconds later, Green Pearl collapsed next to him.
Silence filled the courtyard. No one spoke. Hardly anyone took a moment to breathe, Yoon included.
It was broken the minute that the King began to clap. The Queen soon followed until everyone at the Royal Banquet table rose from their seats and applauded. Yoon was still stunned, but he, too, clapped. The actors remained where they were - unmoving. However, the narrator stepped forward and bowed deeply to them. The tragic scene remained, but the story’s message still lingered in the air.
Even a Demon was deserving of love and a person could see beyond the surface to one’s true heart.
But when promises were broken, a terrible fate would await.
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Writing Tag Game
I was tagged by my dear lovely @kaibacorpintern!
1. How many works do you have on AO3? 16!
2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 741,948! The majority of that is from Of Lost Swords and Shadow Magic.
3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Of Lost Swords and Shadow Magic: the ygo/hp crossover origin fic for my Wayward Wizardry series.
Murder Most Foul: the ygo murder mystery game fic. The silliest bit of writing I've probably ever done, spawned by late night joke sessions with @kaibacorpintern.
The Hogwarts Slice of Life: little random one-shots that fit in OLSSM's universe.
Nerdshipping Shenanigans: little random one-shots/mini-ficlets that fit in OLSSM's universe, but are all Seto/Hermione, my otp. ❤️
Lost and Found: my abandoned Person of Interest fic.
Bonus #6: Maiden with Eyes of Blue: a Seto Kaiba birthday fic that explores the tense relationship between himself and Pegasus.
4. Do you respond to comments, why or why not? I've since fallen off replying to comments, which is sad because I was fairly decent at it. I still do occasionally and I'm sure I will pick it up again someday.
In the meantime, whether I respond to them or not, know that I read and cherish every one of them.
5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? Oh...probably Guilt. It takes place right after Atem leaves and Yugi has many feelings.
6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? Probably Let it Snow, the ultra-sugary Christmas Fic I wrote on a whim during an OLSSM hiatus.
7. Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written? I live in the ygo/hp crossover corner of the fandoms. But the craziest one I've ever written has to be Sapphire Road, because it's not only ygo/hp, but a Wizard of Oz/Return to Oz fusion. And it's Nerdship.
8. Have you ever received hate on a fic? Not necessarily hate but I have gotten some rather...interesting comments over on FF.net. There's one guest user that keeps trying to predict when I'm going to kill off Seto, and another that kept wanting me to write nonsensical ships into OLSSM.
9. Do you write smut? If so what kind? Hard no.
10. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of. Hopefully not!
11. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope!
12. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I've co-authored jokes for a fic! Does that count?
13. What’s your all-time favorite ship? My Nerdship babies!! Seto and Hermione take up a nice roomy residence in my brain 24/7, and since I've essentially created said ship, it's a lot of fun to explore how it comes together and what the future for them would look like beyond each of their canon series.
Otherwise, I am more of a platonic shipper vs romantic in the yugioh fandom, and I have soft spots for both pride, rival, trust and peach ship!
14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? I really don't want to have any unfinished fic, but i know in my heart that my Person of Interest fic will never be finished.
I've also been out of sorts with Ghost in the Machine as of late, and while it's on a temporary hiatus right now so I can work on OLSSM and Murder Most Foul, I'm sure I will return to it sooner rather than later.
15. What are your writing strengths? Plotting and characterization. While I am not-so-good at sticking to my outlines, most of my fics are elaborately plot-heavy, and it is very important to me that the characters sound and act as you would normally expect them to.
Another strength is just...going. If I'm sitting down to write and the words are flowing, I can get a ton down on the page in one sitting, and it's helped break me out of funks before.
16. What are your writing weaknesses? Sticking to outlines, haha! But mostly being more of a descriptive writer. Sometimes I can tend to be very dialogue heavy, and while that's not terribly a bad thing, being more prose-y is something I am trying to work on.
17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I've never done it myself, but wouldn't be against it.
18. What was the first fandom you wrote for? ygo/hp. Surprise, surprise. Back in 2005! It was the junky, plotless version of OLSSM, and the true, original Nerdship story. It's still online in the depths of FF.net if you choose to seek out terrible writing, and follows almost every rule in the "you know you were on FF.net in 2009 if you did this..." post.
19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? How dare you make me play favorites among my children! Probably OLSSM only because it's such a journey for me to take something that was absolutely terrible and completely redo it! It was my first child returning to the YGO fandom after years apart and has been such a labor of love to develop. And it's the longest story I've ever tackled, and my first real attempt at ship writing. :D
And cuz I love me my crossover fics.
But Murder Most Foul is a close runner up only because unlike everything else I've written, it is not a serious fic. It's meant to be silly, and that in itself creates a new challenge to keep it lighthearted, but keep the characters intact.
Tagging @bellamy-taft, @darksidechick823, and @lafeae!
#michelle replies#ask meme#tag meme technically but whatever#fic writing is hard#thanks for the tag!!!
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Another Rewrite the Stars AU
I wrote another little AU for my story Rewrite the Stars! This one is much shorter than the D2 AU one, and the premise of it is “What if Mal had put Lia under the sleeping spell rather than Ben?”
@lady-of-the-spirit Tagging you in case you’re interested!
Under the cut, of course, so I don’t clog up any dashboards.
“Ben's love for you is temporary. He'll remember who he really loves, soon enough. Then, trust me, you won't be welcome in this kingdom. Why do you even want to be here, anyway? You've got your own kingdom, don't you?”
Stung by Mal’s hateful words, Lia retreated to a secluded side-garden, wanting to be alone. She didn’t realize that Mal had followed, and with a stolen spindle in her hands. Mal returned to the party, but Lia didn’t.
Uma walked through the crowd, looking for her sister everywhere. But she didn’t see any sign of Lia. So she walked right up to Ben, approaching him just as Mal tried to. Mal hung back, scowling, as Uma asked Ben, “Have you seen Lia?”
Ben paused and looked around, as if it just now occurred to him how odd it was that he had no idea where she had gone. “No,” he said. “Not since I left her over there next to… Mal.”
Uma glanced at Mal, who stood a few feet away, glaring at them both. “Well, Mal’s right there, but I don’t see any sign of Lia,” Uma said, scanning the party for any hint of Lia’s whereabouts. She saw nothing.
Ben was growing concerned. “That’s strange – whoa!” He jumped back slightly with a start when suddenly, a large, pearly insect flew up in front of his face and buzzed at him. Then, the insect – a beetle with shining wings – flew away, disappearing from sight. “What was that?” Ben wondered, staring at where the beetle had disappeared.
“According to Lia’s mythology, those beetles are messengers of the God of Love, or even the god himself in disguise,” Uma commented, finding it rather amusing.
“What, you think I should follow it?” Ben half-joked, still confused.
“Wouldn’t hurt,” Uma replied. “Maybe it’s got some big romantic message for you.”
Ben looked across the crowd and picked out the place where the beetle had vanished. Now he saw it was a small path that led out of sight, into a little garden. He moved through the crowd, keeping his eyes on his destination, hoping that Lia was alright.
“Ben!” Someone grabbed his hand. It was Mal.
Ben spun around, startled again, but calmed quickly. “Mal,” he said.
Mal smiled at him. Her green eyes looked wickedly bright, though not quite glowing. “Why don’t we dance? Or join the celebration?” She asked hopefully, pulling Ben a little closer to her.
Ben smiled at her apologetically and shook his head. “Maybe later,” he said, glancing towards the path into the garden. “I’m looking for Lia.”
Mal’s smile hardly flickered. She was good at keeping up appearances. “Why?” She asked.
“What do you mean, why?” Ben said, pulling his hand away from Mal. “Because she’s my friend. Because it’s not like her to vanish from sight, and I’m concerned.”
Mal’s smile faded when Ben pulled his hand out of hers. “Are you sure she’s not distracting you from what’s really important?”
“And what is that supposed to mean?” Ben replied, but he turned and left, slipping away through the crowd, before Mal could even answer. She stood there, watching, as he reached the other side of the crowd and disappeared down the little path to the out-of-sight garden.
“Lia?” Ben called as he turned a corner on the path and entered the garden. “Are you here?” He saw the beetle, with its wings shining in the light, sitting on the bench. A second later, he saw a much more worrying sight. Lia was lying on the ground, her eyes closed. She didn’t look very comfortable. It looked more like she had fallen and just not gotten up. “Lia!” Ben said, kneeling down next to her. He gently shook her shoulder, trying to wake her, but Lia didn’t move. “Lia!” He repeated, worried now.
“Lia?” called a voice. It was Ayesha, Lia’s mother. She entered the garden and paused when she saw Ben kneeling next to Lia. “What’s happened?” Ayesha asked.
Ben shook his head. “I-I don’t know. I just came here and found her like this! She won’t move, she won’t wake up – I don’t know what’s wrong with her!” Panic was starting to set in. He wanted to help Lia. He wanted to know she was okay. But he didn’t understand anything that was happening.
Ayesha knelt down at her daughter’s side, looking her over. “Bashtela? Vuka! Vula amehlo akho!” Ayesha said urgently. [Wake up! Open your eyes!]
Lia didn’t as much as stir. She laid there, looking like she was asleep. Suddenly, recalling the recent museum theft, Ben had a terrible idea. “Oh no…” He grabbed Lia’s gloved hand and saw that his fear had come true. There was a mark in the pad of her index finger, liked something had pricked her there. “No!”
“What is it?” asked Ayesha, looking a little startled by Ben’s shout.
Ben showed her the mark in Lia’s finger. “I think she’s been put under a sleeping curse,” he explained, dread creeping into his heart. “It’s administered by a prick from a cursed spindle, which was stolen today. “
“A sleeping curse?”
“Yes. She’ll stay asleep forever, unless she’s given True Love’s Kiss – which is… as it sounds, a kiss from her True Love, her soulmate.”
“Izihlobo Zentliziyo,” Ayesha translated, looking down at her sleeping daughter.
“Yes,” Ben nodded. He looked down at Lia again. He couldn’t stand the idea that she might never open her eyes again. “Does she… do you know who that might be for her?” He asked Ayesha.
Ayesha shook her head. “She’s never expressed romantic interest in anyone but Erian. Even then, she says that he is not her True Love.” There were tears starting to gather in her eyes and she looked down at her daughter again. “Oh, bashtela…” She whispered, brushing a few braids away from Lia’s face. She looked up at Ben again and asked him, “Is there no other way to break this spell? Any way at all?”
“No,” Ben said sadly. “There isn’t.”
A note of dead, heavy silence fell over them both as both of them thought of what that meant for Lia. She would remain in a cursed sleep forever, never waking, never speaking. Unless they found her True Love – but neither of them knew who that was, even if Ben wished it so much.
“We can’t leave her here,” Ayesha said. Who knew how long Lia had laid here already, on the garden floor. How long ago had the curse been cast on her?
“We’ll call the limo back,” Ben said. “We can take her back to Beast Castle and put her to bed, so she’s at least comfortable.”
Ayesha considered that and saw no better option. “Agreed,” she said softly. She helped Ben lift Lia, carrying her bridal-style. Lia didn’t even stir, giving no indication that she knew at all what was happening around her. The two of them left the side-garden, returning to the plaza, where the party was taking place.
Jim was standing with Adam and Belle on one of the higher terraces. When Ayesha and Ben reappeared, the three of them at first noticed nothing amiss; then they saw Lia, her eyes closed, in Ben’s arms, and they instantly knew something was wrong. Ayesha hurried up the stairs to tell them what was happening.
“Ayesha?” Jim asked, concerned for his daughter. “What’s wrong with Lia?”
“Ben says it’s a sleeping spell,” Ayesha announced.
Adam’s eyes went wide. “Oh no…”
“The spindle!” Belle whispered.
“Someone here must have it,” Adam said, turning to look out over the party. “The spindle that casts the curse,” he explained when Jim looked at him quizzically, “It was stolen earlier today.”
Belle shook her head, like she couldn’t understand what was happening. “But who would do something like this to Lia, of all people?”
As Ben stood there, with Lia in his arms, waiting for Ayesha to return with Jim, more and more of the partygoers caught sight of Lia, and the party suddenly started to go quiet in shock, understanding that something terrible had happened. Uma rushed through the crowd, seeing her sister seemingly unconscious. “Lia? Lia! Oh my goblins, what happened to her?” Uma said.
“I think it’s a sleeping spell,” Ben told her sadly.
“A sleeping spell?!” Uma repeated. The crowd, hearing this, started to murmur in alarm. A sleeping spell hadn’t been used in Auradon for years – but now, here it was, used on a girl who wasn’t even Auradonian.
“Yeah. She has a mark on her finger and everything,” Ben mumbled. He wished he was anywhere but here right now, out of the spotlight. He wished Lia was awake.
“A sleeping spell?” Mal said, and Ben jumped, because he hadn’t even realized that Mal was standing almost right behind him. “But who would do that to her?” Mal wondered, ignoring Ben’s fright.
“I don’t know,” Ben whispered, “I really don’t.” He looked down at Lia in his arms. She continued to sleep, but under better lights, Ben could see that something was horribly wrong with her. Her skin lacked the golden shine he always saw, and her hair seemed duller. “Lia…” He breathed, feeling as if it physically hurt him to see her this way.
Mal put a hand on Ben’s shoulder, looking sympathetic. “Well – look. It’s easy to wake her,” Mal said. “You just have to take her to Solasar and have her betrothed kiss her, right?”
“No.” Ayesha was coming back down the stairs with Jim.
Mal started slightly, having not expected Ayesha to respond to her. “What?”
“If you mean Erian… she doesn’t love him,” Ayesha answered.
“Oh.” Mal blinked, not sure exactly how to respond to that. Lia didn’t love her fiancé. Well, that wasn’t exactly a problem in Mal’s mind. “So she’s just… gonna be like that forever, then?”
Uma wouldn’t even consider that. She shook her head, refusing to accept that fate for her sister. “No. That’s not an option. It can’t be. Ben – you try. Kiss her.” Uma said, turning to him.
“What?” Ben said in surprise.
“Kiss her!” Uma repeated.
Mal glared at Uma for this suggestion and said loudly, “That won’t work!”
Uma glared back at Mal. She knew that Mal was trying to make a scene in front of the crowd, trying to gain allies in the bystanders, and Uma wasn’t willing to let that happen. “And how do you know?” Uma retorted.
“Because Ben is my True Love!” Mal said, like it was obvious, with an infuriating, smug smile. “Not hers!”
“You don’t know that,” Ben stated, surprising everyone, even himself.
For a moment, Mal stared at him as if he had said something obscene. Then she smiled sweetly and said, “Yes, I do. And you know it, too… don’t you, Benny-boo?”
Ben didn’t respond to Mal. He looked down at Lia, laying in his arms like a broken doll, and realized how much it would hurt to never see her eyes open again, to never see the light shining in her jewel-blue-and-gold eyes. Those eyes had nearly hypnotized him the first time they had ever met.
“Ben?” Mal repeated, her voice a bit colder. She took a step towards him, but Uma, Harry, and Gil blocked her way.
Ben glanced up at Lia’s parents. They both nodded at him, knowing what he was thinking. He sank down to the ground, to better support Lia. She continued to sleep, unknowing of what was happening around her. Ben gazed down at her face for a moment, then he leaned down and kissed her on the lips.
The crowd whispered hopefully, watching. Lia stirred, and before Ben could pull away, she reached up and brushed her fingers through his hair as she opened her eyes. Ben pulled back, smiling, tears in his eyes, like he could hardly believe that she was awake.
“What?” Mal hissed in disbelief.
“Ben,” Lia said softly, sitting up.
“Lia!” He said, still staring at her. “You’re awake!”
“Your kiss… woke me,” Lia said, starting to grin. “That was –”
“True Love’s Kiss.”
“Yes.”
Ben and Lia kissed again, and the crowd called and cheered in relief, happy that Lia was awake, that the spell had been broken – True Love’s Kiss had saved the day. It was like a scene out of all of Auradon’s old tales, right in front of them.
Once they finished the kiss, Ben stood up and pulled Lia to her feet. “Lia, do you remember who cast the spell on you?” He asked her, anxious to know who had stolen the spindle and cast an irrevocable curse.
Lia’s smile faded. “It was…” She began, but then she hesitated and shook her head. “You wouldn’t believe me.”
“No, tell me,” Ben insisted, trying to sound gentle.
Lia looked down at the ground and said, “Mal.”
Ben blinked, stunned. “Mal?”
Lia nodded. “It was Mal.”
Mal heard all of this and turned to try and slip away, but Harry and Gil, far stronger than her, surrounded her and kept her from leaving. Ben spun around and ordered her, his voice carrying across the audience: “Mal! Explain yourself.”
Mal froze, knowing she was caught. She fixed an innocent smile on her face and turned around again with a clueless shrug. “What is there to explain?” She asked.
Ben wasn’t buying the act all. “Did you steal the spindle?” He questioned her.
Mal rolled her eyes. “Why’s that important?”
“Did you or didn’t you?” Ben demanded.
Mal scoffed at him. “I don’t see what you’re so worked up about,” she said, her green eyes sparkling vividly bright. “The curse was broken, your precious Lia is perfectly fine. Your True Love.”
Ben heard the venom in those final two words and finally realized the truth. “You did curse her, didn’t you?” He said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Why? To get rid of her?”
Mal brushed it off. He didn’t quite have it all right. “Well, not ‘get rid’ of her – at least get her sent back to Solasar, assuming her fiancé was her version of True Love,” Mal replied. The crowd gasped at the admission. Mal paid no heed and glared at Ben and Lia. “Unfortunately, your kiss ruined that. You shouldn’t have been able to wake her!” Mal yelled at Ben. “You and I are supposed to be True Love! Not you and her.”
Ben and Lia both jumped back when Mal yelled at them. Lia’s wings appeared, but bore new markings of pink and white. Ben held out an arm, keeping himself between Mal and Lia. “Mal –” He tried to reason with her.
“No, look!” Mal interrupted. She spun around and stalked up to where the stained glass stood, covered in pale gold. She yanked the curtain down, and instantly recoiled. Instead of showing Mal and Ben, it portrayed Ben and Lia. “Oh, no,” Mal whispered.
Ben stared up at the stained glass. The scene portrayed was a truly gorgeous scene, with Ben carrying Lia in his arms as they started into each other’s eyes. “Whoa,” Ben said.
“It’s so lovely,” Lia said, smiling at the sight.
“It’s a mistake!” Mal declared, spinning around to face them. She glared at Ben. “It’s only supposed to show you with…”
“With my True Love,” Ben guessed. All of this had been about getting Lia out of the way and Mal reminding him that he was supposed to be her True Love. And all of her plans were shattering right in front of her. He almost felt a little bad for her. “I truly loved you, Mal – once,” Ben said, trying to explain himself. “But not anymore. You’ve hurt too many people.”
Mal looked hopelessly between Ben, Lia, and the stained-glass portrait. She took a step back. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly, surprising them all. “I didn’t… please forgive me.” She looked down at the ground.
Ben stared at Mal, trying to decide how true her apology was – and how much of it might just be a trick. “Should I forgive her?” He asked Lia. After all, Lia was the one who had been put under the sleeping spell.
But Lia shook her head and said, “I can’t make that choice for you, Ben. I stand with you either way.” She knew that Ben was, by his nature itself, a very forgiving person; but even Ben wouldn’t ignore when the lines were crossed. Whatever he chose, she would trust in him.
Ben went quiet, considering Lia’s words. And then he turned back to Mal and announced, “I can’t forgive you, Mal.”
Mal blinked. “What?” She said, her voice dangerously quiet. She looked up and locked eyes with Ben.
Ben held her gaze. He didn’t waver in the slightest. “You’ve hurt too many people,” he repeated.
Mal’s eyes flashed, glowing green. She clenched her fists. “While, I’m about to hurt a whole lot more!” She snarled, and she vanished in a blast of purple smoke. Several people in the audience screamed. And then there was a terrifying roar, and Mal rose up into the air in her dragon form.
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Solar on Weekly Idol
- MCs: “They’re an 8 member group, each from their own planet who have come to steal the hearts of many with their wit and spunk. They recently debuted with their first title track ‘Solar System.’ Please welcome Solar!”
- Solar joins the MCs, bowing towards them while waving and smiling towards the cameras. Once everyone is assembled, Mina begins to count down: “3, 2, 1″ and the other members chime in:
“Your rays of sunshine. Hello, we are Solar!”
- INTRODUCTIONS: “Solar’s intros” -
- Mina smiles and waves with both hands, before making a finger heart which she shoots towards the camera like an arrow: “Hi everyone, I’m your brightly shining Mina, the eldest and leader of Solar - I hope you’ll take care of us today! We’re really excited to be here, thank you for having us!”
- Skitz winks at the camera and gives a smirk while shooting finger guns between the camera and hosts: “Just because I’m the coldest doesn’t mean I can’t melt hearts. Heyo, I’m Skitz!”, she gives a two fingered salute and bow.
- Yueliang bows swiftly and smiles: "As bright as the moon, it's Solar sweetheart Yueliang!". She sends a flirty wink and a finger heart at the camera.
- Ari gives a small flirty smile to the camera and a little finger wave. “I’m the sweetest heat of Solar, you can call me Ari” She does a dramatic model pose before laughing.
- AJ smiles at the camera and cups her cheeks with both hands, “I’m Solar’s small ball of sunshine! It’s always nice to see you, I’m AJ”, she does a finger heart before the camera changes to the next member.
- Luna smiles sweetly and sends a little finger heart to the camera. "Just like the moon, I'm always there for you. Hi i'm your Luna"
- Rin scrunches her nose up at the other members' introductions and when it's her turn, flashing her gummy smile as she awkwardly does a ✌️ pose to the cameras (the wrong ones) and then - when Mina tilts her body to the camera - she just does the blank tight lipped smile: "yes, hi, uh I'm Rin! Uh....it's nice to be here! yes! yes...." she looks over to Mina to ask for help to get out of this very awkward introduction time; Mina just smiles at the younger member before noding towards the MCs to continue.
- MCs: “Your maknae, Hannah, unfortunately couldn’t make it today as she has gone on temporary hiatus to focus on her school work. Anything you want to tell her?”
- all the members nod: “We want to say that we love and miss her, and that we can’t wait for her to come back and join us again - and, of course, that we’ll be happily cheering for her to succeed in school! Hannah, fighting!” The members shoot different kinds of hearts towards the cameras, smiling and waving.
- CONCEPT -
- MCs: “So, each member represents a planet - could you tell us a bit more about that?”
- Mina flashes a smile, before beginning to explain: „my planet is Mercury, the ruler of communication, messages, eloquence and wit. But not only can I talk for hours, I can also listen for hours - so please know that I‘ll always have an open ear for you!“ Mina shoots a flirty wink towards a camera.
- Skitz smirks and points to her face. “Just like my planet Uranus I have 13 rings around my body! I represent being weird, art, science, originality, the unexpected, libido. And I symbolize discovery, not being traditional, insight, expression of self, and shock value. So don’t worry, I’ll keep you on your toes!”
- Yueliang smiles again: "In Solar I'm Jupiter which is the planet of growth and good fortune so keep me close to your heart, I'll be your lucky charm!
- Ari nods. “I represent the planet Mars, the planet of energy, action, and desire. You’re always in for a good time when I’m around”, she tries to wink a fails miserably.
- AJ: “My planet is Venus! It’s the planet of love, beauty and aesthetics and pleasure! I live by ‘Give the love around and back around it goes’ I think it’s a good philosophy that matches my planet!”
- Luna: "In Solar, I represent Earth. I am the Earth, the Earth is me, so I own everything you're walking on !", everyone laughs. "I'm joking, I picked Earth, well... it was kind of the last one", she giggles, "I'm happy I got it though, as nature, like music has a healing effect on people's souls. And I truly hope I can heal yours through my music"
- Rin, clenches fist and does a 'hwaiting' motion. "I represent Neptune. It is associated with dreams, inspiration, psychic receptivity and illusion. The members always say that I always zone out so I guess it fits me quite well!"
- TALENTS AND PROFILES -
- MCs: “Soo, about Skitz - “tired parent who carries a caffeine drink with her….where is this drink then?”
- Skitz smirks and motions toward the manager hiding behind screen. “Actually I was told I couldn’t bring one on set today.... so what you see is me fighting the urge to scream and cry and nap on the floor.”
- MCs: “Skitz can sing and rap? Like at the same time?” The group laughs as Skitz shakes her head with a snort: “I’m the rapper of the group, but I can sing as well. I auditioned as a singer at J. Tune and passed with a rap I came up with.”
- MCs turn towards Ari now: “Lived in Boston and in Korea growing up... can you do a Boston accent?” Ari starts going off in English with a Boston-accent, saying something about one of the girls stealing her candy.
- MCs smile at Mina: “It says here that you’re not only the oldest and tallest, but also the one with the biggest hands? Can you show them to us?” Mina laughs and hides her face behind her hands for a few seconds, before holding both hands towards the camera. Everyone makes “ooh” and “aah”, before the MCs give Mina a ruler to measure one hand - it’s 17cm, and Luna grins slyly while grabbing for one of her leader’s hands. “Perfect size for holding mine!”, she says, making everyone laugh, Mina hugs her lovingly.
- MCs continue: “According to your profile, Mina, you’re the main vocal and can also play the piano really well - we heard you prepared a little performance for us?” Mina smiles and nods, before getting up and walking towards the keyboard that has just been set up for her. She then sings an acoustic cover of Heart of Gold by Neil Young while playing the piano. Yue and Luna hold up imaginary lightsticks and dramatically swing their arms around to the music, while Skitz seems a bit touched by the performance of the leader. Everyone cheers and whoops when Mina finishes, and she smiles and bows towards the cameras and MCs, before taking her seat again.
- now it’s Yueliang’s turn: "We can see here that you have played the violin since you were three years old, can you show us? We prepared a violin for you!" Yueliang looks a bit taken aback but she accepts the challenge right away. When she sees the violin, though, she burst out laughing. It's a 1/32 size, basically a child violin. Despite the small and cheap instrument, she tries to play some famous pieces but since the violin is made of plastic the sound is terrible. Yueliang can't stop laughing and all the members are cheering and clapping excitedly like it was a real concert.
- the MCs look at AJ: “It says here that you do CF’s, and you have experience in MCing and variety”. AJ nods, listening attentively, “I do. I have done quite a few, mostly for make up brands”. “You actually sold out a lip tint... is that the brand you’re wearing today?”. AJ panics a bit, “Well... actually no... it’s sold out!” everyone laughs at her quick save and she smiles shyly.
- one of the MCs waves at AJ: “Come to this side, you’re going to be an MC with us for a while” they gesture for AJ to join them on the other side, where the staff brings a chair for her and a new name tag with the letters MC quickly scribbled. AJ laughs and bows before taking a seat next to the MC, trying to read the cards over their shoulders. After failing to see the questions and just swinging her legs over the chair, the MC’s dismiss her, ripping the MC tag from her dramatically.
- the MCs look at Luna’s profile now: "Grew up in London. Fluent in Japanese as well as Spanish. Could you say something to International fans watching Weekly Idol ?" She agrees to do so and starts with Japanese. "Hello everyone, I'm Solar's main dancer Luna, we hope you'll like this episode of Weekly Idol,please give it lots of love. Thank you for supporting us ! Bye bye !" And translates it in Spanish. "Hola encantadores de Weekly Idol. Me llamo Luna, soy la bailarina principal de Solar. Esperamos que les encantará este episodio de Weekly Idol y le dará mucho amor. ¡Muchas gracias por apoyarnos ! ¡Adiós!"
- the MCs applaud her and ask: "You also have a special little dance that is 'similar to the Carlton Dance'. What is it ? Can you show it to us?" She explains briefly what the Carlton Dance is and gets up to show it which sends everyone into a laughing fit as she moves her body from left to right dramatically. "Now I will show you my version." Luna says before flailing around dancing again, in a very over the top manner. Giggles happily as she goes back to her seat, like a child who was just given candy.
- it’s finally Rin’s turn, and the MCs read: "Master Bone Cracker, nickname is Crunchy. So Rin, I guess you have a really old body?" other members chime in agreement, while Rin just gummy smiles again "So before you crack any more of your bones while waiting for your turn, let's get the game started. You have to produce at least 30 pop sounds to pass the challenge." Rin nods and waves to the camera, "this is easy peasy. my fingers alone can crack 22 times in one session. guys, are y'all ready to win?"
- DANCE GAMES -
- Ari enjoys learning new dance choreos, so is having the time of her life. But makes the most dramatic noises throughout, which makes the other girls laugh and mess up
- During a song switch, Mina somehow slips on the ground and falls down, making everyone laugh. She quickly gets up and bows to the hosts and members, apologizing for messing up all while still giggling uncontrollably.
-Skitz is the one that enjoys having fun with the dances, and depending on which song comes on, will make faces at the camera or be completely serious and in the moment.
- In the end of all the dancing Skitz falls to the floor and groans. “No morrreeee.” Tries to nap instead and gets sat on by Luna.
– AJ knows lots of other groups choreos but she stays sitting and just dancing softly to herself, letting the other members showcase their talent. Nobody has seen AJ more confused in her life during the 2x version. She keeps making funny faces that the MC’s can’t help but point out and she’s basically singing to herself to remember where she’s supposed to go. Celebrates like she just won the World Cup by the time the challenge is over.
- Luna is one of the members who does pretty well unless someone starts making noises and it distracts her, which is exactly what Ari does so Luna giggles and smacks her arm in fake anger because she can barely get her moves straight. In the x2 version she is one of the members who does really well, along with Rin.
- Yueliang is the one who shouts at the members to correct their position and identifies which section of the song they're dancing to when it's confusing. All of this while giggling.
- Rin knows every single choreo, and does the 2x perfectly too. slightly out of breath at the end and is just standing there looking at the other members panting like “👀 y'all good?”
- PAPER KISS GAME -
- Mina is first in line and stands beside Luna, using her as an arm rest and starting to tease her for their height difference right before the game starts. They’re both laughing too much when facing each other, immediately failing to proceed with the game and having to take a new paper.
- Ari stands next to Yueliang in the “pass the paper by your mouths” game and she plays up their ship so hard. Mina finally has to tell them to calm down
- Yueliang can't stay concentrate during the game because Skitz face when she tries to take the paper from Yue is too hilarious.
- AJ is the last in the line and feels slightly concerned about the game. She keeps laughing at her members failing but doesn’t wanna fail herself aka gay panic. In the end, although they succeed she still gives a loud kiss on the cheek to each member.
-Skitz is in between Yueliang and AJ, always making both girls laugh at the faces she makes as she’s trying to take and pass the paper. She gets flustered with the girls and ends up yelling at them to focus, while still laughing herself in the end because she knows how crazy she looks.
- Rin loves affection and kisses are one of her favorites. Watch her not even try so she can get a free kiss 🤩
- ENDING -
- MCs: “Well, we had lots of fun with these girls today! Thank you so much for joining our program, Solar - we’ll make sure to invite you after your new comeback, too.”
- all members thank the MCs, bowing to them, and start waving towards the cameras, shooting finger hearts and blowing kisses, before Mina counts down “3, 2, 1″ and the other members chime in: “Your rays of sunshine. This was Solar! Thank you very much!”
- THE SHOW FINISHES -
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