#[ ooc ] // augh. hope this alright.

[hoshiina]

pairing: narumi gen x gn!reader (no prns)

summary: he's always thought that anyone would do if he just wanted to find love but he realizes you're the one he wishes for, inspired by pop song by yonezu kenshi

warnings: some profanities from narumi

wc: 1300

Narumi Gen hated a lot of things, but one of his least favourites of all time was "true love". He despised when people would describe their love for another as "true love". It couldn't possibly be that serious. Just say you loved your partner. That was probably the extent feelings got to anyways— you just so happened to like each other at the same time. To him that was plenty of a feat alone, why would you have to make it sound like more than it is? For the sake of love? Ridiculous.

To him, that was truly all love was. If there was someone who liked him when he happened to like them too, that was enough. No need for years of pining, no need to get attached to some unrequited love. All that noise about love and destiny surely wasn't all that necessary.

Now, this wasn't to say that he didn't wish to find love— because he did. Like any other person, he truly wished to be loved. It was just that what he had in mind wasn't some deep pure love that'd last forever, nor was it a promise for eternity. He just wished for a light-hearted "I love you" here and there with someone he found special.

And for that, anyone would do. He'd find someone who fancied him along the way, and hopefully he'd like them back. That was all there was to it.

This meant his plan for finding his partner was sitting around and waiting. As horribly lame as that sounded, because he was Narumi Gen, this wasn't that hopeless of a plan. So, that's what he did. He'd go around saving people and doing his duties (to the absolute bare minimum) while making sure he was constantly trending, hoping that one day, someone would like him.

Today he was standing around for a solid five extra minutes after he defeated the honju with ease, hoping the media would snap some nice pictures of him, or he'd finally charm someone this time.

"Captain, you ought to stop that," you said. "It's rather embarrassing, you look desperate now."

"Oh, would you shut up," he said. "You're ruining my good name!"

You snorted. "What good name," you scoffed.

"I'm starting to think its your fault I'm not charming anyone. Perhaps if you didn't stop me every time, someone would have found me by now," he said.

"Yeah, right. Captain Ashiro seems to be having no issues charming people and I've never seen her try to," you said.

"You little shit," he said.

"Besides they're going to be utterly disappointed if they think this is what you're like and then they find out what you're… actually like," you said, and he was starting to think you wanted him to fire you. "It's okay. Someone will see how you're actually lovely at times soon."

"What?" he asked, shocked by what you said.

"What?" you replied, confused.

"You— you said lovely," he said quietly. Suddenly he felt flustered.

"Oh," you said, looking away and avoiding eye contact. It wasn't like you didn't mean to say that, but you didn't think it was that big of a deal. Rather, how flustered he sounded took you by surprise. “Well, you’re a little lame but you’re a good guy. Like you pretend you only do it for the media, but I know you’re always checking the alleyways that don’t have as much surveillance just in case, and checking alleyways isn’t something a captain has to do. And we both know the media isn’t writing about anything you do there. Things like that.”

“You never know!” he said, and you snorted.

“Alright then,” you said. “You do you, Captain.”

“I will!” he said back, trying to sound proud.

A week had passed and here he was, doing what he always did after arriving fashionably late to the scene and taking all the kaiju out in a matter of minutes: standing around trying to look good. Because he wanted love, and anyone would do. Anyone who liked him was supposed to do.

...

And yet he wished for you.

He wished that when he woke up, the first thing he would see was you. He wished that you'd smile at him everyday with love and genuine joy the way you did to others, and he wished that you’d smile that way to him alone. He wished that after a long day, he was the one you came home to. He wished from the bottom of his heart that you would always be safe and no harm would ever come your way. He wished that your days were filled with laughter and smiles and he knew he would risk his life to protect that.

It was so unlike him in a way he absolutely hated. True love was supposed to be nonsense and someone being ‘the one’ was supposed to be some dramatic line in a movie. It upset him, that he was so utterly fond of you. Yet, no matter how much it upset him, it didn't change the fact that he was, and he couldn't deny it anymore after trying to ignore it for the full week.

So here he was, acting stupid again, hoping that you’d scold him again or tell him he’s embarrassing himself, because that’s what it’s come down to. He just wanted another reason to talk to you.

But you wouldn’t come to stop him after 10 whole minutes.

“Why aren’t you stopping me?” he asked, irritated.

“Pardon?” you asked, utterly confused.

“Why aren’t you telling me to stop?” he asked again. He was aware how silly he sounded, but he was pissed off that you meant so much to him so he had to take it out on you.

“Because you told me to stop last time??” you replied. “I thought you were going to keep this up until you found yourself a partner.”

“You’re the one who told me to find someone that saw how I was…. lovely…. at times,” he said, but said the lovely very quietly. Remembering that you had described him as lovely made his cheeks burn and he’d rather die than let you see that.

“I mean, yeah. I do think you should,” you said.

“Don’t you notice, though?” he asked quietly, avoiding eye contact. There was a moment of silence.

“I do,” you said, and immediately he looked up to face you. You had a grin on your face and you looked so proud— you looked like you had won a game. Oh, how he hated you.

“You’re so annoying,” he said, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Rich coming from you,” you said.

“So, do you—,” he started to yell before cutting himself off. Carefully, he tried again. “Would you please… uh… be mine…?”

Oh, this is so embarrassing, he thought. Perhaps you’d laugh at him, but he wanted to do this properly, or at the very least try to. He’d be far more than just stupid to mess this up now. He was finally in love.

But your laughter never came. When he looked up your eyes were wide and you looked so flustered, but soon you had the most beautiful smile on your face.

“I would absolutely love to,” you said.

So he kissed you right then and there, because there was nothing he wanted to do more at the moment.

He laughed a little.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“No, nothing,” he said.

There was no way just anyone would do— it had to be you.

[isaactwo]

Are really none of you related at all

I do know at least one pair of siblings, so yes, some of us are related! Just not ALL of us!

[hymns-across-the-stars]

Perhaps this is poor judgement on her part. They've caught the guy beating up Yokomon in the Yokomon Village. They found out he remembers most of what he had been. All that should point to a potential threat, a bad guy that had to be dealt with somehow.

But when she caught sight of him watching her friends from afar and readied herself to leap at Mushroomon, something stayed her claws. Maybe it was the fact he was just doing that—watching. Studying them. It could be malicious, but somehow, the way he looks at them reminded her of the way she once watched Kari and her little cat from afar. Resentful of the cat's softer life, perhaps, but also just... jealous. Wistful. Longing for something that wasn't yet hers, even if she was loathe to admit it.

And was she not a bad guy originally, too? One of Myotismon's favorite little henchmon? She fought the other partner Digimon before. And before that...

Well, she didn't evolve into Gatomon for nothing.

Yet she was accepted all the same. She was offered forgiveness despite her wrongs, whatever pain she's caused; she was welcomed into their group. It would probably never be the same for him, at least not entirely. But maybe—maybe—she could extend that sort of kindness here. Offer a chance to reflect, to maybe figure out what he really wants deep down. To give him a chance to turn over a new leaf.

All creatures have good inside them, after all.

And maybe that's why she spoke up.

A vaguely amused smile still crosses her face as Mushroomon visibly panics upon realizing he's been found. Good on her for being unobtrusive, she supposes; all the easier to guard the others if no one realizes she's watching them at all. That said, she wouldn't have been too surprised if he had run away or attacked her after she spoke up; the fact he hasn't makes things seem at least a little more promising, even if he's agitated.

Sure, he wants to be stronger at any cost. That's not really great, but that's also not inherently Dark-Master-evil. And more importantly, his answer just... doesn't make sense, based on what he's actually doing right now. She glances over to her friends before peering curiously back down at Mushroomon.

"...scratching up a tree'll get you stronger faster than watching them talk to each other."

Maybe she should hold off on more of the good-and-evil and you-don't-need-to-kill-babies talk for now and figure out what exactly is up instead. Gatomon lays one paw over the other, tail lazily dangling off the side of her perch.

"So if that's all you want, why are you here? You're not winning a fight against seven other Rookies, let alone seven Rookies and a Champion, if that was your plan."

@hymns-across-the-stars asked:

"You don't have to be evil any more than you have to be good. You can live a purr-fectly fine life without really being one or the other. And the fact you used to be a Dark Master doesn't need to mean anything anymore... unless that's what you choose to go back to." - gatomon to the reincarnated lil fuck

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Concealed in some bushes, Mushroomon stared at a particular group of eight Digimon, studying them from a distance.

He didn't get it. Even now, it just didn't make sense! Those DigiDestined humans and their partners... Cherrymon had said that he was lacking something, and whatever “it” was, they had it, and it was the reason he had lost to them. The reason he was so weak now.

Yet, watching all those partner Digimon, he didn't see anything that made them so special! They were just... Sitting around and talking! He could do that, too!! He had an entire army to talk to whenever he wanted when he was a Dark Master! He even played with them whenever he wanted, too! And they did everything he told them to! Talking wasn't special!!! 

But... They still killed him in the end. Cherrymon must have been onto something, as much as he hated to admit it.

Mushroomon clenched his fists.

It was so frustrating! The partner Digimon were right in front of him! What was he missing!? If only he were stronger, then he could march right up to those stupid Digimon and make them tell him the answer!

A voice from above broke him out of his thoughts. Scanning the treetops for its source, his eyes eventually fell upon... Her. 

He'd been spotted. 

Since when had she gotten here!? He glanced frantically between the Gatomon looking down on him from the tree and the rest of her blissfully ignorant group of friends out in the clearing. Sure enough, that little gathering indeed had only seven Digimon left in it, and the eighth was here with him.

And was... Talking to him?

Mushroomon looked away, fists still clenched, turning the other's words around in his mind.

“I want to be strong.” Being strong meant people listened to him. They tried to make him happy. They did what he said. They had to. “And I don't care what I have to do to get that way again!” ‘Good’? ‘Evil’? None of that mattered! Getting strong meant getting more data, and so what if that data came from other Digimon? If they died, it was their fault for being weak!

[ted-answers]

for now i will be. staying somewhere around here :) hopefully big machine AM doesnt find out i crawled out of my enclosure without permission

also, if you're (probably) wondering about the blood.. dont worry its always been there its like my trait? my characteristic someone would say.

Ah alright. Hope to see you around… Elliot, was it? The blood doesn’t concern me don’t worry, I was around a Neanderthal for over a century so the continuous bleeding doesn’t surprise me very much.

Hopefully AM doesn’t find you, it would be a shame for you to be locked away all over again.

Thanks for Charles by the way, he’s been good company.

(ooc; I love ur artstyle and ur little character am AUGH)

[paul-matthews87]

*Dipper lets out a long, semi-stressed out sigh, trying not to let the strangers words get to his head.*

I'm- really sorry about all.. *He gestures to them.* that. Thank you for your time, you've been a lot of help. I'll try and see what I can learn about these guys. Bye.

*He tries to push past the "messenger," and begins to walk down the street, "journal" in hand.*

(i love my little clone guy (hint to others: im not one of the ones without an account ;)) but. rping as dipper is super fun <3 i hope its in character)

Alright, see you around.

OOC: YOU RP AS DIPPER SO WELL AUGH

[artificiallyimplantedmemories]

[ ooc: GOOD MORNING I AM FULL OF RAGE...

...at tumblr. I started writing up a long-ass commentary of the episode as I watched it, like I do, and it RELOADED AND DELETED EVERYTHING AUGH

alright, gonna do that on a doc before I teach and then shove it over here when I’m done. after that I’m hopping offline for another long day of work, but I may actually have a little time tomorrow to write! Fingers crossed. Anyway I hope y’all have a good (and frustration free) day! ]