#(( So normal bout these two ehehe ))

[pinky-in-blankets]

《 " I won't say I'm in love" plays in the distance 》

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S.O.S!Au Belongs to @snuffydoo

[tsukius]

Cute moments with your bllk bf

featuring: isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, kunigami rensuke, chigiri hyoma, kaiser michael

author’s note: first post, kind of nervous eheh. I hope y’all like it, and feel free to leave ideas to write.

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Y. ISAGI

"thanks for taking a break from training to hang out, yoichi," you said, smiling at your boyfriend.

it was rare you two got to go on real dates since the blue lock program kept him busy.

"of course. I wanna spend time with you," he said shyly, scratching his head.

isagi was always determined on the field, like a compltetely different person, but got embarrassed or flustered easily in normal life or just around you.

both of you wandered the shopping district, window shopping and chatting. a moment later, you spotted a cute sundress on display.

“ooh, i wanna try that on!” you requested, already pulling him by the arm.

oh, but isagi never complained, he found you adorable.

in the fitting room, you slipped on the floaty yellow dress. it had tiny white flowers and felt so summery. taking a breath, you pushed back the curtain.

“well? what do you think?”

isagi’s eyes went wide as saucers, cheeks flushed crimson. he stared at you with his mouth gaping open like a fish.

“yoichi? you ok?” you asked, giggling, doing a little twirl.

he shook his head vigorously.

“y-you look beautiful. like the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”

he really was the sweetest, and you swore you could melt under his affectionate gaze. posing playfully, you questioned him again.

“you sure? i don’t look weird?”

“not at all, you look..perfect,” he insisted.

isagi might've been an egoist on the field, but was reduced to a lovesick mess around you.

grinning, you turned around to watch him in the mirror. “i’ll take it then, thanks for your input.”

and when you went to pay, isagi grabbed the dress from your hands. “i’ll buy it, don't worry.”

you kissed his cheek, thanking him. “my hero. now come on, let's get ice cream.”

your football star sure was a softie at heart.

S. NAGI

it was a nice sunny day, so you and nagi decided to hang out walking around downtown.

but your boyfriend was way taller, so even with his lazy stride, you were struggling to keep up with his long legs.

you two wandered in a peaceful silence, just enjoying each other's company. but after awhile, you were getting out of breath from jogging every few steps. and nagi never seemed to notice you kept falling behind.

rounding a corner, he suddenly turned with a puzzled look.

"why you breathing so heavy? we didn't run or nothing."

you chuckled, panting a little. "it’s fine, it’s just you have longer legs, so i'm working hard just to walk beside you."

he tilted his head thoughtfully, like he never considered your height difference before. "huh. sorry ‘bout that."

you grinned, catching your breath.

"don’t worry about it, i don't mind the exercise."

he simply shrugged, hesitantly reaching out to gently ruffle your hair. then to your surprise, nagi noticeably slowed down so you could match his pace with ease.

it was really a sweet gesture, even if he'd never admit he was being considerate.

you smiled and slipped your arm through his as you continued on together, no longer feeling out of breath. your lazy boyfriend might act like he doesn't care, but little things like this proved he pays attention in his own quiet way.

M. BACHIRA

you and bachira were lounging on his bed after school, relaxing together in his room.

you knew your boyfriend loved telling dumb jokes, even when no one understood them.

"hey hey, i got a good one!" he said with a mischievous glint, always that bright smile on his face.

you braced myself, used to his nonsensical humor by now.

"okay, okay. why can't a bicycle stand on its own? because it's two tired!" bachira bursted into contagious giggles at his own joke.

normally, his silliness went straight over your head. but the way his eyes shined with pure joy, you couldn't help but laugh along too.

his happiness was so infectious.

"i don't get it, but you're cute so i give you that." you chuckled.

bachira's face lit up at the sound of you laughter. before you knew it, he launched himself at you with a flying tackle.

"gotcha!" he shouted, peppering your cheeks with messy kisses between giggles. you tried to fend him off halfheartedly as his attacks tickled.

"meguru stop ! that tickles!" but he was relentless in smothering you with affection.

having bachira as a boyfriend was sometimes hard to keep up with, but it was just his way of saying i love you.

finally he paused to beam down at you, out of breath. "i love making you laugh! you have the best laugh ever."

you smiled, pecking his silly nose. this boy brought you so much joy, even if he didn't always make sense. And you loved him for it.

R. KUNIGAMI

the sun was low in the sky when you saw kunigami exit the gym, his training session finally over. leaning against a lamp post, you gave him a little wave when he spotted you.

his serious face broke into a soft smile, eyes lighting up at the sight. in a few long strides, kunigami reached you and wrapped his muscular arms around your smaller frame.

"hi baby." you giggled.

he brushed gentle kisses across your cheeks and nose, his stubble tickling your skin.

"what are you doing waiting out here? it’s freezing."his husky voice was laced with concern.

you smiled up at him, glad to see his reddened cheeks meant he worked hard.

"i figured my big strong boyfriend might appreciate some company walking home. did i guess right?"

Rensuke didn't deny it, simply pulling you into his side where you fit perfectly.

your fingers laced together as you two started down the empty sidewalk in comfortable silence. he gave your hand a squeeze, letting out a sigh.

he then smiled serenely, the stress of the day washing away as you enjoyed each other's company.

sometimes it was the little things that said everything, like this football boy letting you care for his tired heart after pushing his body to the limits.

H. CHIGIRI

sundays were always hair care days for you and chigiri since you both liked keeping your hair soft and shiny. after washing and conditioning, you two snuggled up in his cozy bed.

you leaned back against the fluffy pillows as chigiri rested his head on your lap.

your hands slowly stroked through his damp hair, detangling the silky strands. he made cute content hums, barely audible but enough to show he liked it.

"you know, i've never told anyone this before," he murmured, eyes closed in bliss.

you knew chigiri didn't share personal things easily so your ears perked up.

"but i think you might be the only one who would understand...i use an extra leave-in conditioner after washing. keeps the frizzies away," he confessed playfully.

you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“don’t worry babe, your secret's safe with me." you teased, kissing his head.

you loved that he felt comfortable enough to share even silly little details.

his pink locks really were like silk between your fingers. chigiri grinned up at you, a rare true smile on his lips.

"only you get to do this, you know. touching my precious hair."

you smiled back, heart swelling to be trusted so fully by this boy. you both stayed cuddling as the daylight faded, bonded by more than just great hair care but the closeness you found in each other.

M. KAISER

it was getting chilly in the apartment as evening fell. kaiser and you were curled up on the couch, him intently watching an old soccer game on his ipad while I read quietly beside him, your legs resting on his lap.

you could feel his azure eyes staring at you rather than the screen but pretended not to notice at first.

finally glancing over, sure enough kaiser was gazing at you with an unreadable expression.

"what?" you questioned with a playful smirk.

as usual, michael's eyes seemed to pierce right through you, assessing and calculating.

you let him look his fill, used to his analytical nature by now. you two understood each other without many words.

after a long moment, he just shrugged and returned to his match like nothing happened. but i'd seen a flash of uncertainty in his ocean-deep gaze, almost like worry.

your smile softened as you understood what was bothering him, sitting correctly and wrapping an arm around his, pulling you two closer on the couch.

you knew kaiser's childhood made him paranoid anyone who claimed to love him would disappear.

he just wanted to be loved, after all.

leaning your head on his shoulder contentedly, you peered at his face to see the subtle tension leave his features as your eyes met once more. in your steady gaze, he found reassurance that you will always be right here.

michael's answering smile was tiny but genuine as he relaxed into your embrace. some things could never be put into words for someone like him, like the emperor.

luckily, your silent understanding ran deeper than that.

[pixelblue2016]

[@themissingnumbers - blue (i did end up deciding to do it eheh. also do NOT feel the need to draw this i can't keep things short for the life of me)]

"... Hey."

He isn't sure how he got here. Not sure what he's trying to accomplish. Sure as anything, though- keeping his distance out of hesitation, uncertainty- there's another Blue. Taller. Older. Tired. He stares at the younger boy with an expression that almost seems... Sad.

"Uh... Gods, what do I..."

He rubs the back of his neck, searching for his words.

"I... Heard about you. About this. 'bout what happened. Guess it struck a chord. You're still... young, though- and you've got a good friend up there, it seems."

He glances up at Justine, waving through the screen, before turning his attention back to Pixel.

"I guess I just wanted to... meet ya, y'know? It's not every day you get to see somethin' like your younger- or, older for you- self."

Blue sighs heavily, his expression dropping.

"... I'm sorry about Revvy. I know how hard it is to lose someone you care about so much. For the world to turn against you cus of it. To want to change things so bad, but you're just... powerless. I- I'm glad you've got a real pal, though. I think that... that's somethin' that'll take you far."

Finally, he smiles at the younger boy, eyes lighting up a bit.

"Gods, that's heavy, huh? I guess all to say- I get it, I think. And I'm happy ya got someone there for you. How did you guys become friends? What's the rest of your life been like, uh... Living with her, I guess?"

Blue── Er, well, Pixel, turns around to the source of the voice. He seemed hesitant at first, shoulders rising up to his ears. He never expected another version of himself to visit him, let alone an adult one. He looked so. . . Odd. Pixel couldn't put his finger on it.

As soon as the other greeted Justine though, Pixel felt himself relax more. It seems like this was safe, seeing that the player gave a thumbs up back to Blue.

Pixel listens, thoughts running around, especially when Revvy was mentioned. It's painful to hear his name uttered from someone else, but he can manage it. It's rude to make faces at a guest, so Pixel bites his bottom lip to keep his expression neutral.

“So it's… it's you, right? The um,”

Pixel gestures over to Blue,

“It feels nice that I'm not the only one── I mean! Obviously it's, it's not great but, it's just nice that there's other people like me, I guess? Or are me? This is weird──Not that you're weird!”

He nervously chuckles, he can't help but smile. Taking a step or two closer, the child leans side to side, studying Blue. Super tall, lanky. Pixel wondered if this is what he could have looked like if he were to have grown up someday. Would he have hair like this? Clothes like that?

Would he still have his eye if he didn't…

Ah! A question was directed to him, and he was staring!

“Sorry!”

C'mon, Pix! Be polite! He mumbles, giving out some “um” and “uh” noises as he wiggles his hands,

“It's um, it's nice to see you, first of all sir── sir? I um, I dunno what you call you, sorry── but to answer your question,”

He glanced back at the player, who holds the 3DS patiently. Justine blinks and directs her attention to the bottom screen. Oh whoa, Pixel projected a little drawing down there!

“I wanted to delete my game, and Gramps wanted to also. We talked about it before I talked to Justine about it, but… she really didn't like that idea.

She convinced me that the game doesn't have to be played normally to… function? I think that's the word. But um, yeah. We pretty much talked for a while and it turned into a habit where she'd visit me everyday before she went to school.

She showed me some cool stuff from her world, like other games, some TV shows, and movies. I really um, I really like hanging out with her! She helps me sort out my thoughts about… about the stuff that happened in my game.”

Pixel smiles warmly as he explains. While talking, he lightly rocks on his heels,

“I really am lucky to have someone like her. It makes me sad that some other beings like me and you don't have that kind of a player out there.”

Pixel’s smile alters once he glanced back up to his older self. He gulps, a finger pointing up── no wait, that's rude too. He pulls it back,

“Please let me know if this is rude to ask but um…

Why are your hands . . . Blue?”

[nyanaotaichi]

could you write how tsuzuru, muku, and juza would react if the reader was teasing them but went too far?

uhh I'm not exactly that kind of account but I'll try my best?

Tsuzuru Minagi

🌸 Tsuzuru, with a bit more excitement than he would usually show his troupemates, runs up to you and wants to show off the script he just finished writing

🌸 You think it'd be funny to channel your inner Yuzo and start nitpicking his new script to shreds

🌸 He doesn't get it

🌸 The prior excitement he had gets replaced with an all too fake smile, his eyes a bit watery as he thanks you for your "feedback"

🌸 You realize you messed up big time

🌸 Tsuzuru's about to walk away when you call out to him, apologizing for your crude joke

🌸 "It's fine, (Y/N), I had a feeling this script wasn't as good as my previous ones anyway."

🌸 You realize you were a big, no, the biggest idiot in the world, and you can't apologozing enough

🌸 Tsuzuru realizes how seriously sorry you are, giving you a few pats on the head

🌸 "I'm sorry too, you'd think I'd be used to teasing by now because of how many brothers I have. But I guess I just didn't like hearing the person I care about most not like something I made."

🌸 You both (tearfully) laugh it off, with Tsuzuru doing his own Yuzo impressions to lighten the mood before you two head down for dinner.

Muku Sakisaka

🌻 You and Muku are at the lounge, with Muku enthusiastically telling you ALL about the manga he's reading right now

🌻 "(Y/N)-san, look at him! Isn't he just the coolest? One day I want to become a prince that can save you from anything and everything!"

🌻 In a different panel, you see a plain, unassuming-looking character and as Muku who that one is

🌻 "Oh, that one's just one of the side characters, he barely has any lines, and he hasn't done anything relevant to the story."

🌻 Against all rational thought, you tell Muku that he's more suited to be that guy rather than the main prince character

🌻 All the color drains from Muku's face as he stumbles over his own words. "Well, uh, I mean..." He trails off, looking so intently at the manga it looks like he could pierce through it with his gaze alone

🌻 "I guess you're right... There's absolutely no way a piece of trash menace to society that's more worthless than a plugged up water can like me is ever going to be a prince."

🌻 You were just about ready to apologize and start comforting him, but he just keeps going. "You know, I bet everyone here in MANKAI is already tired of me, hearing how much I want to be a prince all day, they definitely hate me. Maybe I should just quit, stop wasting everyone's time, maybe then I'd stop dragging the Summer Troupe down."

🌻 You can tell this isn't normal, he didn't even drop a weirdly specific metaphor this time. "I bet you hate me too, don't you, (Y/N)? I'm sorry for bothering you all this time, you must have secretly hated me for so long now and I never noti-"

🌻 You stop Muku from talking with a hug, and soon enough you can feel your shoulder get wet, but you don't mind at all. You apologize, saying how it wasn't very nice of you to tell him something like that.

🌻 He looks up at you, rubbing his eyes. "Really?"

🌻 You reassure him, and the faintest smile appears on his face. You tell Muku how he's going to one day be the toughest, strongest prince there is, and how he'll never just be a no-name background character

🌻 "Ehehe... If you say so, then it has to be true!" Muku beams at you, and you feel so horrible for making him cry

🌻 You ask Muku what happens next in the story, and he's back to fanboy mode, you solemnly promising yourself to never do that again

Juza Hyodo

🍁 You and Juza are walking home from a trip to the grocery store, chatting about nothing in particular. It was then that a stray ball made it's way towards Juza's feet.

🍁 He picks it up and looks around, trying to find the owner, when a couple of kids exclaim about "The scary man that has their ball." A mixture of panic and fear on their faces

🍁 To defuse the situation, you take the ball from Juza's hands and toss it over to the kids yourself, telling them to be more careful with their stuff

🍁 "Sorry 'bout that." Juza says under his breath, keeping his head down. "Wouldn't know what I'd do without ya'."

🍁 You (jokingly) tell Juza that he really is hopeless without you, what with that scary face of his and all

🍁 Juza stops in his tracks, still keeping his gaze downwards "Sorry." He mutters, "Go on without me. Ya' don't need such a scary lookin' guy with ya'." Juza turns around, beginning to walk the other way

🍁 You grab his wrist and he barely even flinches, only stopping after a few steps of you looking like a leashed puppy chasing after their owner

🍁 "Ya' don't need to feel bad. All my fault anyway." Juza looks at you with a strained smile, his lips quivering just a bit that you wouldn'y have noticed if you didn't focus

🍁 You tell Juza you're sorry, that you didn't mean what you said, that he looks fine just the way he is.

🍁 "Thanks, (Y/N)." He says, but you know he's not buying your words

🍁 Not knowing what else to say, you tell him how much you do admire everything about him, his aloof demeanor, his passion for acting, and of course, his "scary" face. You tell him how you'll always be on his side no matter what, and you'll believe in him until the end even if the whole world is against him.

🍁 "Thanks, (Y/N)." He repeats, but this time a genuine smile plastered across his face. You want to savor the moment but he quickly whips his head to the side, "Can we check out that bakery? I heard their cakes are great."

🍁 You laugh to yourself as you let Juza lead the way.

Well that was, fun? I hope I was able to meet your expectations anon, not only is this my first time writing this kind of thing, english isn't my first language either so I'm real sorry if some parts sound weird

[thexanwillshine]

internal travesties | levihan

pairing: levi x hange ; minor: eren x mikasa 

genre: romance/ fluff / slight angst

warnings: contains spoilers for chapters 105, 115. and 132

chapters: 1. 2. 3 (final).  

words: 4,648

summary: 

Levi felt his eye twitch in annoyance. She didn't look particularly special, but she entered (no, infiltrated) his cafe with bright eyes and all smiles, making him feel things that he never even felt before. Which was, in his opinion, completely unacceptable. Levi Ackerman hated feeling out of control. 

[Reincarnation! AU] [Levihan] [Minor Eremika]

crosspostings: AO3. 

note: i hope you guys enjoy ehehe <3 thank u for reading and i hope to see u all again very soon.

His memories feel like a travesty. 

Ever since he was young, Levi couldn’t help but feel as if there was something missing in his life. 

His brushes with insomnia gave him headaches no painkiller could cure. It was on those days that Levi’s mind went wild and his thoughts plagued him, ridding him of the sweet drug called sleep. Lonely nights like that made the man feel tired, as his brain was constantly exhausting itself in its search for answers he didn’t even know the questions to. 

On this particular cold night, he gives in to need, and chooses to contemplate his life. 

Levi could say that he had a fairly normal childhood. Even with his sweet darling of a mother, an invisible father, and his gloomy, sort-of sister, it had been rather uneventful. Technically, Mikasa was his cousin, but since they had grown up together she might as well have been his younger sister. Mikasa’s mother (his aunt) had asked if Mikasa could stay with his family when she turned ten so that the young girl could get a good school in the city. His mother, saint that she was, obviously agreed. 

He could remember a time when the young girl would always drag him to supervise her and her friends (all of whom were taller than Levi now, much to his chagrin) to pacify the concerns of Levi’s mother. As Mikasa matured, the young girl stopped making him constantly accompany her, since his mother trusted Mikasa enough to take care of herself at this point. In fact, Levi thought she would probably go out of her way just to get him not to come. Except when he would drive her. That darned girl thinks that he’s her own personal chauffeur.

While the two had their grievances, they maintained an understanding between them. Levi inherited his mother’s cafe called The Underground, and Mikasa went on to continue her parents’ legacy in the field of biology, choosing to major in botany like her mother. Sometimes, whenever Mikasa didn’t have midterms or finals or any exam that could potentially ruin her future, he would allow her to help out in the cafe once in a while. That way, she could technically say that she had experience working. It also gave Levi a good excuse to have extra hands. For Mikasa, it was a good way to earn money even though she didn’t really need to; Levi would give her cash whenever she would ask. 

Contrary to popular belief, Levi did have friends. There was Eld, the assistant manager he knew he could rely on because of his leadership skills. Oruo, who worked better as a cashier because of his case of Constant Threat of Tongue-Biting Which Could Lead To Bleeding . As much as possible, Levi wanted to keep him away from food. Gunther, who’s speed in the kitchen was god-tier. Then there was Petra, a young, budding barista whose skills were definitely commendable. 

Granted, all his friends were people who worked for him in the restaurant. There were several kids who worked for him part-time but they were more his responsibility rather than friends. Most of them were Mikasa’s friends, so at least there was someone accountable for them. Although, he had to admit they were very reliable.  

There’s also that one lawyer who had taken it upon himself to consistently come every morning to the cafe. He said his name was Erwin, and Levi would be lying if he told himself he wasn’t weirded out by the man. The blonde had stared him down on several occasions, as if waiting for him to say something. Once, when Levi couldn’t take it anymore, he asked him directly. 

“Any particular reason why you’re always staring openly at me?” Levi had asked rudely, scrunching his eyebrows at the man in confusion. 

Erwin shook his head in response before introducing himself, even handing the coffee owner a business card. Levi stared at the business card, wondering why in the world he would need a lawyer (god forbid he ever needs one, he’d rather not go to court over anything, really). Erwin Smith, the card had read. “You’ll see me here often since my father works close by.” 

After that, Erwin had frequented the cafe and even made friends with his employees. Petra says he tips very generously. Oruo thinks Erwin can do better. Levi doesn’t necessarily give a flying fuck, but he can’t help but feel as if he’d met or at least seen Erwin somewhere before. 

Levi goes on with his somewhat boring life. Once in a while, whenever he was feeling particularly sociable, he would agree to a cup of tea with Erwin and engage in random conversations about his job and his life. The man was not a pain to talk to. In fact, the entire time they talked, Levi was nagged by a certain familiarity he couldn’t quite place. He felt as if he knew the blond on a much deeper level than he was aware of. He shrugs it off. 

Sometimes, Levi would accompany his friends for drinks (but would never drink any, he hated the taste of alcohol with a passion). Apart from his sudden bouts of social energy,  the man thought his life to be ritualistic, monotone, and organized. He wasn’t complaining, of course; this is exactly what Levi wanted. Sometimes, however, whenever he would be driving home alone with the silence nagging his ears . . . Levi would feel an emptiness emerging from the back of his mind, clouding his thoughts until dawn.

His mind flew back to Erwin as he remembered the lawyer asking him a question in passing on a particularly slow work day. He had been clearing the table beside the blond when Erwin spoke. “Don’t you ever feel as if all your life, you’ve been waiting for something to happen? Like all these good things come to you but nothing really ever feels enough?”

Levi had glared at him, because yes , he definitely has . That every waking moment of his life he could never feel truly satisfied . He chose to maintain his silence. 

To Erwin’s credit, he dropped the subject and smiled softly, as if he could sense Levi’s discomfort. “Sorry,” Erwin said, chuckling. The man waved a wad of papers in his hand. “This case has been particularly mind-provoking, so I’ve been randomly spouting out philosophical questions to anyone who would be willing to listen.” 

“Good luck,” Levi replied shortly, taking the tray of empty cups in his hands and walking towards the staff room. 

Many a time, Levi had wondered how much of him was an open book. He liked to think that he was a pretty closed-off, ambiguous kind of guy. But Erwin had pretty much hit the mark—Levi had indeed settled, but he wasn’t sure if he was satisfied. 

Unfortunately, Erwin wasn’t the only blond who spouted weird questions out of the blue.

Levi had known Armin Arlert since he was a young boy. He remembers glaring at bullies who would tease and mock the poor child, before taking Mikasa and her rowdy group of troublemakers to another playground. Levi knew Mikasa was a reserved child, but it seemed as if her maternal instincts kicked in whenever she could sense Armin was in danger. While the young girl’s other friends were strong enough to defend themselves from the bullies whenever they were the target, Mikasa had long established that people shouldn’t even dare cross her (or her even scarier big “brother”). 

When Armin turned fifteen, his gait changed. Gone was the boy who would whimper as quiet as possible whenever he felt threatened. He still maintained his love for reading, but Armin suddenly adopted a mature mindset that seemed as if he possessed knowledge well-beyond his years. For a time, Mikasa would express her worry for the teenager in her and Levi’s rare conversations. Apparently, Armin had cried and launched himself on both Mikasa and Eren, holding them close to him as if the three of them had spent years apart from each other . . . when in fact, it was the middle of the day. 

Levi was no stranger to Armin’s inquisitive questions about topics the dark-haired man knew nothing of (and didn’t bother to care about). Hence, he thought that the young blond’s strange inquiries couldn’t get any stranger. 

Obviously, Levi was wrong. 

“Levi, do you ever feel as if this life was a second chance? Like, as if right now, you’re you, but not really. Like, there was once a past you, who was different from you now, but the you now is still you. So reincarnation, basically. Or maybe we’re in a different dimension and there are others out there who’re living a different life from us. That I’m just one Armin out of multiple Armins in the universe.” Armin’s questions and speculations came in rapid-fire as he leaned on the counter. “What do you think?”

“I think you need to stop reading science fiction ‘cos it messes with your brain,” Levi responded as he finished counting the coins in the cash register. “Unlike you, I don’t bother with the intricacies of life, brat.” Armin’s inquisitive expression fell into one of dismay as he frowned. 

Levi sighed inwardly as he closed the cash register. “I think the idea of reincarnation makes more sense compared to multiple universes though.”

Armin immediately brightened up when he looked at Levi, before diverting his gaze at Mikasa in what seemed like triumph. “I told you so!” he chirped gleefully. Thanks Levi.” 

Mikasa didn’t reply, but her scalding glare told Levi everything she wanted to say:  ‘Don’t encourage him!’ Levi rolled his eyes and went back to the kitchen, shutting out Eren’s excited questions (“Do you really think we had past lives? Do you think I was cool? Oh my god, what if I was a knight! Or a dinosaur? Or a giant hu—”) effectively by closing the door. 

Levi did give Armin’s questions some thought. There were indeed days wherein he felt out of place in his own skin, like he was living a life meant for someone else. There were also days when he would feel as if he was grasping at threads, trying to figure out what in his life wasn’t in place. However, the concept of reincarnation was something that seemed implausible to him especially because he didn’t believe in the divine. 

The dark-haired man closed his eyes, placing his arm on his forehead as he shifted underneath the  covers. The clock read 15:06, which meant that he had already been awake for a grand total of 23 hours. At four in the morning, he would need to take over the night shift, which Eld was currently in charge of. 

Once again, he is faced with a dilemma: (1) try to get some sleep so that he can get a bit of rest and risk giving Eld overtime, or (2) suck it up and accept the fact that this day was going to be another one of his 48-hour days.

The answer was obvious. Levi was not the type of person to let others suffer for his mistakes. So he grit his teeth, pushed himself out of bed, and headed to his bathroom to take a hot shower.

He really needs to get some rest. 

When Levi exited the bathroom thirty minutes later, dressed and ready for work, someone was knocking on his door. Levi scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. It was nearly four in the morning. With his mother in Sina for a conference and Mikasa due to wake at six in the morning, there should be no one in the house to bother him at the ungodly hour. 

He opened the door and was proven wrong when his sight was greeted by Mikasa. She had puffy eyes, tear-streaked cheeks, and shivering lips. The poor girl held her black scarf close to herself as if it would help ease whatever pain she was feeling. Levi blinked at the sight, unsure of what to say. He tried anyway. 

“What’s wrong, brat? Mosquito get stuck in your ear again?” Mikasa shook her head . Levi sighed as he noted that she didn’t give him her traditional glare. “Need to talk about it?” 

She opened her mouth and closed it again in response. She does this thrice before Levi interrupts her. 

“ Oi, fishface, is it a yes or a no?” 

Mikasa shook her head a second time. 

“Well, brat, how do you expect me to help you?” Levi pushed his door open and let his cousin in. Mikasa entered clumsily (different from her usual composed self, he noted) and sat at the edge of his bed. 

Levi glanced at his glowing clock before choosing to text Eld. He’s going to be late and Eld would have to work overtime. Levi wasn’t entirely sure if he’d make it to the cafe by four (even though it was just a five minute drive) given the status of his crying sister. 

Mikasa rarely cried, and even if she did, she wouldn’t go to him of all people. She’d most likely sneak out to go visit Eren or Armin, which is nothing the young girl hadn’t done before. So, Levi decided, just for today, he would ask Eld for this one favor in order to offer his own personal brand of comfort to his cousin and exist with her as she lamented (not like he can say much to comfort her, anyway). 

He successfully got a reply from Eld, who had agreed to cover the overtime. The assistant manager relayed a bit of concern from Petra, who mentioned that it was very “unlike boss” to show up to work late. Levi was about to send a message informing the two of his personal matters when Mikasa spoke up. 

“You don’t . . . remember anything, do you Captain?” 

“Hah?” Levi asked, half his focus on his phone as he tapped the send button. “Remember what?” 

Mikasa glared at the floor as if begging it to swallow her whole. She wiped her tears with the sleeve of her shirt, and buried half of her face behind the dark scarf she was sporting. Offhandedly, Levi wondered when was the last time she washed that thing. He should probably remind Mikasa after her breakdown. 

“Armin wasn’t lying, you know.”

Confused as ever, he raised an eyebrow. Is she going through a phase? Levi wondered, his mouth set in a grim line. “About what?”

She spoke to the floor and not really at him. “About the past. The past lives, I mean. Reincarnation, and all that.” 

If Levi had been confused before, he was even more confused now. 

“I can’t talk to you about it,” Mikasa continued, holding her arms closer to her. “No matter how much I try, the words don’t—no, won’t come out.” She let out a sigh, before looking up at Levi, who was already feeling kind of guilty as he wasn’t able to give her much help. 

“Then don’t force yourself to talk if it’s hard for you to, you can just go over it next time,” Levi offered, crossing his arms over his chest and glancing at the clock. I really am bad at this , he thought. 

 Mikasa shook her head for the third time that night. “It’s much harder than you think.” She paused and straightened up, inhaling sharply through her nose and exhaling through her mouth. “It seems it doesn’t work like that. I need to talk to Armin. Can you drive me?”

Levi had no idea what in the world it was and why it doesn’t work like that . Given the complexity of the situation—mostly due to the fact that he was complete shit at giving her help, advice, or anything she needed emotionally, really—he made no attempts to complain about her request to chauffeur her. 

The young girl asked him nicely after all . Maybe she really wasn’t feeling well. 

He nodded. “Don’t you want to get dressed first? You look like a mess.” He scrunched his nose at her scarf, “Also, when’s the last time you washed that thing? That might be really dir—” 

Levi didn’t get to finish the rest of his sentence because Mikasa had thrown the scarf straight up to his face. His eye twitched in annoyance as he plucked the scarf out of his head. He shoved it in Mikasa’s hands. She was lucky the scarf didn’t smell bad, otherwise he would’ve definitely confiscated it and thrown it in the washing machine. “Damn it, brat, learn how to wash your clothes. I’m telling mom.” 

“Blabbermouth, squealer, mama’s boy, ” Mikasa retorted, standing up. 

Levi rolled his eyes before grabbing his keys from his bedside table and turning off his lamp. Mikasa had already stepped outside, her black scarf wrapped around her neck. Levi closed his door when he exited, moving in step with the younger woman. She was already calling Armin, and Levi knew that the blond would be ready to accept company when he heard Armin’s sleepy voice respond from the other line. Levi didn’t bother listening, and instead chose to open the car door and wait inside the vehicle (a black four-seater that his invisible father had left him) as Mikasa conversed with Armin. 

She entered after about ten minutes, slamming the car door shut. Levi pulled out of their driveway smoothly. 

“Drop by the cafe if you and Armin need to eat,” Levi said shortly as Mikasa put on her seatbelt. 

“Is it on the house?” 

“Of course, I’ll dock it from your pay.”

“Some definition of ‘on the house'   you have.” 

The ride takes about twenty minutes without traffic, since Armin lived a bit further away. The two Ackermans sat without conversing, both of them listening to the soft sound of music from the radio. 

It’s Levi who broke the silence. “Oi, brat, this isn’t necessarily my business, but shouldn’t you also be calling your other snot-nosed friend?”

The reply came quicker than he had anticipated. “No.” 

She doesn’t elaborate, so Levi left it at that. Perhaps, he thought, they fought, and that's why the dark-haired woman was acting weird. Either way, he knew it was none of his business. 

They arrive at Armin’s house at about five minutes ‘till five in the morning. Mikasa opened the door, muttering a sincere “thank you” as she left. She closed the door behind her softly, enough to lock it but not loud enough to wake the neighbors. Mikasa gave her older cousin a brief wave and turned around swiftly to Armin’s doorstep before he could even nod in acknowledgement. 

At least he wasn’t the only Ackerman who was bad at showing emotions. 

Armin waves enthusiastically from the doorway, and Levi (unenthusiastically) raises his hand in reply. He then pulled back from the driveway and headed to his cafe. 

The drive towards The Underground  is short and uneventful. He had already texted Eld in advance that he would be arriving. He brought his car into the parking lot and headed to his designated parking spot, beside the PWD parking near the entrance. To his surprise, there was a car already in his spot. It was a blue pick-up truck that looked worse for wear. 

Levi’s eye twitched in mild annoyance. 

He knew he couldn’t do anything about it since there was no sign that that specific spot was for him (he really, really should do that). Since dawn was normally for students cramming their papers, all of whom didn’t need cars since the university was just walking distance from the cafe, Levi had assumed he wouldn’t need the sign anymore. Clearly, he was wrong. 

Levi sighed before deciding to park two spots beside the pick-up truck. 

Upon entering the cafe, he noticed that there were only about three customers. One was a regular: a blonde girl whose drinks were surrounded by a pile of papers. Her highlighting was careless and panicky. Beside her sat an auburn-haired girl, who was the second customer. Compared to the blonde, she was already lost in sleep.  

The third customer was someone he never really encountered in his shop before. From where he entered, Levi could see that she was wearing a thick pair of glasses, and that her hands were shoved in a tan coat. She was incredibly tall, and sported dark boots and leggings. The woman was currently standing in front of the counter, her eyes focused on the menu splayed out on the bright screens above the coffee machines. 

Levi passed her without giving it much thought, swiftly entering the staff room. Eld grinned at him when he entered, removing his apron and placing it on the rack. “Good morning boss,” he greeted, as Levi grabbed his own apron and swung it over his head. 

“There’s a customer outside,” Levi said nonchalantly. 

Eld nodded in recognition. “Yeah, she comes here every three a.m. on the dot. Leaves before you arrive, so I understand why you’re not familiar with her. Don’t worry though, she looks like she’s thinking now, but she’s going to order the same thing. Make sure to get her a large, sweet cream cold brew nitro.” 

Levi nodded as Eld checked out, bidding him goodbye. Levi dumped his car keys in his locker before he heard the bell ring from outside. That tall girl was probably ready to order her americano. 

He exited the door, standing in front of her and checking to see if Eld properly set the cashier for his shift. Levi nodded to himself in approval, as Eld had done his job spectacularly (as always). In about an hour, Jean Kirchstein and Marco Bott would be taking over the cashier while he cleaned the store. He barely glanced at the customer as he mechanically tapped his fingers rhythmically on the register, letting out the practiced “May I take your order?” 

“Good morning! Could I please have a large sweet cream cold brew nitro? To-go, please!” 

Something about her voice made Levi’s blood run cold. He raised his head to look at her. She was smiling at him, her eyes shining with excitement. Her bangs are parted in the middle of her forehead and the rest of her hair is tied in a lazy half-bun. By the greasy state of her auburn hair, it looked like she hadn’t bothered bathing. 

For a reason Levi couldn’t explain (he would later argue that it was because he was so surprised to see that someone could live their life while having hair so dirty ), his body grew stiff as he stared at her, transfixed. 

The girl tilted her head to the side in confusion. “Is something wrong?” she asked, looking at him. “Is my order not available? That’s okay, you know, I can just order something else—” 

Levi interrupted her tirade as he regained control over his body once again, swallowing the odd feeling gnawing at his gut. “Name?” he managed to choke out, trying his best to appear calm. For some strange reason, his heart decided that now was the time for palpitations. 

“Oh!” the girl said in surprise, “right, I haven’t seen you here at this hour before! Just put in Hange!”

His hands moved automatically to input her order. There really is something so . . . familiar about her, but Levi just couldn’t seem to put his finger on it. It reminded him of when he had first met Erwin. He felt like he had seen her from a dream long forgotten in the recesses of his mind, begging to be released and remembered. 

There’s just one problem: he knows he’s never seen this girl in his life before. After all, someone who never washed their hair would make a very distinct impression on him. 

“That’ll be four dollars,” Levi said through grit teeth, annoyed at himself for failing to maintain his own composure. Hange nodded fervently as she placed her five dollar bill on the counter. 

“Keep the change!” she declared enthusiastically, before peering at him in concern. “You’re okay, right?” Hange asked. “Sorry, early mornings really aren’t for everyone, huh?”

He remained silent, placing the bill inside the cash register and shutting it close. Levi didn’t bother answering her question as he allowed his mind to get lost in thought. He continued the patterns of service he had long since memorized, his body on autopilot. 

Levi was always in control of his mind, his body, his spirit . . . so why?  There were a million questions racing through his head. ‘ Who the fuck is this girl? Damn, my heart feels like it’s going to pop out of my chest. This isn’t normal.’ 

He stole a glance at her lanky form, hoping that she wasn’t at the counter anymore and had taken a seat somewhere in the cafe. To his disappointment, she was still standing there, watching him make the drink. When she saw him look at her, she gave him a tiny wave. 

Levi felt his eye twitch in annoyance. She didn’t look particularly special, but she entered (no, infiltrated) his cafe with bright eyes and all smiles, making him feel things that he never even felt before. 

Which was, in his opinion, completely unacceptable. Levi Ackerman hated feeling out of control. 

He poured the drink into a tall cup expertly before placing it on top of the counter. “Hange,” he called, her name escaping his lips smoothly, as if he had said the syllables a million times before. 

Levi frowned, sensing the beginnings of a migraine in the middle of his eyebrows, so he pinches the area gently, as if the action could relieve some of the pain. 

Hange walked over to the counter, looking a bit concerned. “Hey, Levi,” she started, and the man visibly flinched. Why did the sound of his name from her voice trigger a barrage of emotions he’s never even bothered to feel before?

Levi dug his nails into the palms of his hands. He was almost about to ask ‘how the fuck do you know me’ and ‘do I fucking know you’ before the rational part of his brain interjected that she had probably seen his name tag. 

His silence gave Hange permission to speak again, so she continued. “Do you have a headache?” Without waiting for him to respond, she smiled. “I got just the thing! I’ll leave you this gift as my thanks for your service!” And with those words, she placed a painkiller on the counter as she gently took her drink. “Take it so you can have a good morning, okay? 

Levi watched her actions cautiously. 

She winked. “Oh, and don’t take it with tea.”  

Levi’s eyes narrowed in suspicion at this point. The words Do I know you? burst in his mind and died at the edges of his lips. Instead, he muttered a clipped “thank you” to her small token of appreciation. 

She grinned. “Take care, Levi!” 

And with those words, she left, leaving Levi to wonder out loud, “what the fuck just happened?” 

The body remembers what the mind has forgotten.  

[emerald-amidst-gold]

*kicks door in* Did I hear OTP asks?? Is it a chance to be nosy about the dragon and his wolf that I sniff in the air?? *dumps box full of questions on the floor*

Who has the most nightmares and how do they deal with them?

Thoughts on each other’s family?

Who has awful taste in music?

And

The most important question: Who can rap better?

💖

*jumps up from the couch and gasps* Nosy?! Oh, friend! You can be nosy all you want because you couldn't be nosy when faced with a wolf and a dragon who act like lovestuck fools?! >:D

Who as the most nightmares and how do they deal with them?

Eheh, I can safely say that both and Solas and Fane are pretty equal when it comes to the amount of nightmares that they each harbor. Fane's nightmares are just more...volatile due to how tangible they get. Solas, I believe, is so used to enduring his own that he's able to conceal just how unnerved they make him, but there would be moments where he'd split.

Fane usually deals with his nightmares by reaffirming solidity to his teetering mind. He searches for shapes (squares, circles, rectangles, triangles, etc.), and he'll rip open his balcony windows to literally gulp in as much frigid air as he can muster. He does the latter to try and stave of either a panic attack or a bout of retching. Sometimes it works, but most times, Fane can't stop his stomach from expelling what's inside. His nightmares do die down in intensity once he and Solas start to share quarters, but the first several weeks are...rough.

---

“Nightmares?”, Solas’ voice finally came in a murmur, tone laced with sleep even as stormy, moonlit orbs shone with awareness and gentle sympathy.

Fane grimaced a bit before nodding. “...Yeah.”, he said after a bit of hesitation, shifting his gaze away as the sight of more concern made him even more tired. Why couldn’t he get through one night without an interruption or seeing the sky reflect sorrow and guilt? “I’m fine. Go back to sleep.”

The command was brusque, mildly clipped and he cringed a bit as he heard his own tone echo. He needed to sleep, damn it! He knew he was being harsh, being childish, but he couldn’t take everything that was going on right now. In short terms, he was overwhelmed and for once, he didn’t know how to mitigate what was flowing through him! He never knew how to control this blighted form! He never knew anything beyond whining and--

More shifting of the covers had Fane’s ears twitching and sticking a wedge between his thoughts and the spiral they wished to delve into, but not turning his gaze back, keeping it glued out the frosty windows. Maybe the sight of ice and snow would help get his mind to shut. up. Not likely, but it was worth a shot at this point. Anything was worth a shot. Anything, anything, any--!

“Vhenan.” A gentle call, one used for moments like this and one that once again pulled his mind back from the edge, but Fane still kept his gaze turned, beginning to trace shapes along the stained glass of the upper windows. Maybe his ritual would work if he kept trying. He just had to keep trying. Try, try, try!

“Why are there always so many squares?”, Fane asked rhetorically and with a dry air, eyes slowly darting along jagged patterns and equally as jagged lines. “I should change the design. Maybe the Qunari one?” He sneered a bit. “...No. That one has more squares. I’m tired of squares.” The word for exhaustion made his eyelids feel dry and unfathomably heavy, but they still wouldn’t close. He really wished they would close. Why wouldn’t they close?! Why wouldn’t his mind be sil--!

“Fane.” Another call, this one more firm, but still just as well meaning as a warm hand came up to touch his cheek, beckoning him to look back at the sky. “Look at me, ma’isenatha.” A light stroke of fingers against his jawline made Fane shiver, even as his body rose in temperature.

“No.”, Fane said, even as he subconsciously leaned towards his beacon of comfort and warmth, the palm softly coming to cup his cheek. “Just go back to sleep, Solas.”, he practically begged, but he knew it wouldn’t do any good.

Solas was as stubborn as he was clever, and more prone to worry than Fane was in regards to the other. They often butted heads due to their collective protectiveness, each arguing that the other needed to be more concerned about themselves whether in battle or not, but grudges were never held once they explained the situation or what made them panic so severely. Knowing that, Fane wanted to look to the sky, he did, but yet, he wouldn’t. He couldn’t bear to see more worry. Not right now. However, another warm sensation, not from a hand, against his cheek had him almost abandoning his squares. He was so, so childish…

“Ma’isenatha..”, Solas murmured against where he had placed a kiss upon his cheek, gentle concern making a normally smooth voice somehow smoother. “Talk to me.” A plea with a double meaning that had Fane sighing.

“I don’t want to talk about it, Solas.”, Fane muttered, gaze shifting downwards to the floor. “It wasn’t that bad. I didn’t puke, I didn’t tear from bed like a madman, but I can’t sleep. End of story.” The dismissal curt, but sufficient. For him, anyway.

---

This is a little snippet kind of showcasing how Fane deals with his nightmares when Solas is around. This is kind of early on, when they just start sharing quarters, so Fane is highly dismissive, but only because he doesn't want to keep worrying Solas about things that he thinks doesn't matter. *bonks the dragon on the head*

I think Solas would be very much the same way in terms of dismissing, but would be more likely to cave when faced with the fact that Fane understands. Cue crying!Solas because the world needs more of it! >:3 Fane would definitely offer Solas a sanctuary, opening his arms and silently waiting to see if the mage would take it. If Solas does opt to seek shelter, then Fane wouldn't utter a word, knowing that he can't say anything that man hasn't said to himself. Really, all Fane does is reassure Soals that he isn't alone.

Thoughts on each other's family?

Sooo...does the Evanuris count as family for Solas? I like to kind of think they do in some capacity! As such, Fane fucking despises them! Especially Elgar'nan! :D

Elgar'nan: "So this is a mighty white dragon? How disappointing."

*Fane slams his massive tail upon the palace floors, shattering the marble and crystal with a hard expression*

Solas: "And now?"

Yeah, fuck that guy! :D Seriously though, Fane's feelings towards Elgar'nan are...justified. I mean, his feelings towards all of the Evanuris are justified, but Elgar'nan was the one that made Fane leave his sky. *smiles*

Solas and Mhairi start of a bit...rocky. Mhairi tries to reach out, tries to connect with him due to being highly intrigued by his knowledge of the Fade and the elves, but since Solas is...Solas, he does the whole, 'Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you would wish to regale me with luminous tales of the elves. You are Dalish.' Solas actually tried that line on Fane and Fane just goes, '...Presumably. Who knows?'

But back to Mhairi and Solas! Mhairi and Solas eventually warm up to each other after Adamant, around the same time Fane and Solas become an item, and he begins to teach her how to control her magic a bit better. There's actually a mini short story I want to write that shows a huge development between Solas and Mhairi where he literally becomes another brother to her. Get caught by templars and having to think of clever ways to survive and use your magic without getting silenced would endow two mages to grow close. You get me? Especially when one becomes extremely terrified from the mere sight of the Templar insignia due to a traumatic incident where they were silenced. *smiles again*

Solas ends up caring for Mhairi very much, as much as Fane does actually. And obviously, Fane is extremely happy by that. Even if betrayal is in the future, it's nice to see his sky take every moment of joy that he can.

As for Fane's father... *laughs nervously* I'll just say this: a wolf's bite is worse than their bark. I'll let you envision that because fuck does Solas want to let the beast within take hold and tear until there's naught but bones left. It'll be the one time that the Dread Wolf comes out to hunt, to kill. And if I play the 'power couple' card? *sips teas delicately* Then I'll play it in earnest. >:3

Who has awful taste in music?

I think both Fane and Solas are fairly good about choosing music! They both lived during the time of Elvhenan, so gentle cadences and calming refrains would only make them both long for what they lost. Fane enjoys Maryden's songs, too! He'll stand up with Cole in the tavern and listen to them with the spirit, humming each note under his breath since he'd be a fool to try and sing.

Also, Fane can actually coax a melody or two from Leliana if she isn't too closed up. Solas ends up giving his dragon a tiny, tender smile when he comes waltzing down the stairs with a look and smirk that asks, "How'd you enjoy that show? Pretty good, hm?"

...They are such dorks. I'm awful. *cackles*

Who can rap better?

*stares at this question like the pikachu meme*

I...honestly don't know, to be honest! X'D Like if I had to really, really choose I would say Solas because the man already speaks in iambic pentameter, so he's got a flow going already! PFFFT! I know it's not anywhere close to the same thing, but it's all I can think of to justify why! X'D

Fane isn't...wordy enough for rapping. He would seriously short circuit at a request of such a thing and just go, 'No. The fuck?' He's 5,000 years old. He don't roll with the kids and their words. *cackles before coughing violently*

*neatly shuffles all your questions and places them back in the box with the answers* There you are, my dear friend! Thank you so much for stopping by the mailbox for the dragon and wolf! Do come again! >:D

[punnybonessnas]

Hey boys, do you have any favorite memories to share of your special someone? Wedding moments don't count, you already shared! (and spec for or your swap boy) w. wha? Your brothers engaged??

sans

'well hey there nonny, nice change of pace ta' have an ask like this, kinda used ta' the ones tellin' us all we shouldn't be with our partners, not one givin' us an excuse ta' gush bout' em. i will absolutely take that invite, heh.'

‘let’s see.. kinda hard ta’ choose, we’ve made so many together. not ta’ be an absolute cheese bout’ it, but every day feels precious for one reason or another.’

‘ok, it’s.. gonna sound kinda weird, but if we’re talkin’ memories from before lulu was born.. i’m gonna have ta’ say one of the memories that means the most ta’ me.. has gotta be our first valentine’s day. not goin’ into complete detail, but we spent the night under the stars in my favorite gazin’ spot.. and i just.. let go. of everythin’ i’d kept to myself for years.. i entrusted her with secrets i once was sure that i was gonna take ta’ my grave. think it was.. the first time i fully accepted that we had a future.. when the past truly just became the past, instead of somethin’ we were doomed ta’ repeat. it was the hardest thing i’ve ever had ta’ do.. an’ the most painful.. because i knew in doing so, i was puttin’ the burden on her shoulders.. but since that night, we carry it together. an’ instead of breakin’ us, its only made us stronger for it.’

‘an’ with our cute lil’ tyrant, heh.. we need every bit of that patience and strength we share between us.’

Sparks

“MWEH HEH HEH! HELLO MY NONNY FRIEND! I HAVE SOOO MANY MEMORIES TO CHERISH OF MY BEAUTIFUL DOVE! SANS IS RIGHT, IT IS VERY HARD TO CHOOSE!”

“BUT I WILL FIRST ANSWER YOUR SIMPLER INQUIRY! YEEEES! SUNNY WAS PROPOSED TO BY MY VERY BEST FRIEND, AND FAVORITE IDOL, NAPSTA! THEY’VE BEEN LIVING TOGETHER AND DATING FOR A WHILE NOW, BUT I NEVER KNEW NAP WAS PLANNING ANYTHING! IT WAS ALL A VERY DELIGHTFUL SHOCK, MWEH!”

“I AM-.. Ahem.. Hoping that my brother will allow us to plan a wedding to officiate things, but as much as I’d love to make that a reality, it’s ultimately their choice of course, and you can’t get much more.. low-key than just the two of them eloping. And either way, it will be a very special honor to have Napsta as a brother-in-law, no matter the ceremony behind it, mweh!”

“Now as for a memory! I believe I’ll just go with the first thing that popped into my head! It was the night of Melody’s birth, it was a challenge to pay attention to much going around me when the pain really ramped up, but! I do remember very clearly how proud I was of Selen. It’s no secret that my mate struggles under pressure normally, her anxiety has a way of crippling her in times of duress, but she did SO WELL! She kept a level head and was so attentive all the way through, I truly believe things went so smoothly because I was able to fully focus my energy where it was needed most, she was fully present in the moment, and held it together until our souling was out and safely bubbled. Then she broke down and sobbed of course, but I was able to comfort her afterward. ..Up until I passed out holding her that is, eheh.. maybe not the most reassuring thing to do, all things considered.. Mweh! But it all turned out fine in the end!”

“..Hopefully I was able to reciprocate that with little Zoey’s birth this year, Heh.”

Bane

‘ok so.. i ain’t.. so versed in bein’ a sappy soft mess like the rest of em’.. but since i’m tryin’ to be less of an asshole lately.. m’not gonna tell ya ta’ fuck off either. i’ll just give ya somethin’ real short and simple. the memory that means the most ta’ me.. is the stupid fuckin’ bar fight that brought us togetha’. cuz the ways i sees it, if that hadn’t have happened, we wouldn’t have made any of the others, right? it’s kinda the.. cornerstone of everythin’ we got now, before that night we were more or less jus’ goin’ through the motions, freedom didn’t mean jack-shit when everythin’ felt jus’ as pointless and shitty as before.’

‘we were jus’ doin’ the same shit ta’ survive as before, not riskin’ nothin’ by steppin’ outta our comfort zone. i.. chose ta’ trust her, and vice versa. an’ ya.. no regrets on that impulsive leap fer’ once.’

 ‘..that’s all the sap yer’ gettin’ from me. now kindly fuck off.’

Erebus

“Hm.. this is a dangerous question. I’m not entirely sure what I’m “legally” permitted to share about my caustic oleander. Generally speaking, due to past events and the old nature of our societal restrictions, though abolished now, we still much prefer to keep our private life well, private. It’s still a very new concept that it’s safe to let.. others be aware of our sentiment toward one another.”

“So my favored memories? I will not be sharing. However, while at risk of retaliation, she is owed a bit of payback, and I would be remiss to let the opportunity pass me by.”

“This is something that has happened more than once, during the winter, that despite the reasoning for, I do find particularly amusing and endearing. Serina is prone to illness during the colder months on the surface, and because she is obstinate, I will usually find her still researching or in the midst of a project when she is supposed to be resting. At times, when she is startled by my visit, in the throes of her delirium, she will vacate her seat and seek refuge under her work desk, hissing and growling like a cornered cat. She will even use the chair to block herself in, to keep me from forcing her away from her latest obsession. ..And the medicine that accompanies, of course.”

“I’m not even entirely sure how self-aware she is when it gets to that point, should tell you all you need to know how stubborn she can be when it comes to her own well-being, but you can rest assured that I always win out in the end.”

“And now, I await my probable death. I hope that was satisfactory, grayface.”

Percy

“Wow, I triple the sentiment that it’s hard to pick a favorite, especially when you’ve known someone as long as I’ve known Rory.. to condense decades of experiences in your noggin, heh.. creates quite the headache. But it would be a little biased of me to choose anything recent, things felt just as meaningful when we met up in the multiverse by chance, so I don’t want to spurn those in favor of our relationship now.”

“Alright, I know it’s going really, really far back, so some of the detail is a little fuzzy, but.. I’m going to share how we first met, to be completely fair to our very checkered past.”

“I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before.. but I was assigned to track Rory through the multiverse, observe him, try and recruit him if the opportunity presented itself, and save what victims I could from the verses that he targeted. He wasn’t the first Error I’d been charged with, so I thought I knew what to expect, as opposites, Inks and Errors have a tendency to innately hate one another, and being tailed by an Ink during your spree of destruction doesn’t particularly make one any friendlier.”

“And that was the same for Rory. He was a newer Error, so I must’ve been the first Ink he’d ever come across. Typically.. that’s also grounds for being attacked right at the get-go, but this time.. I just got snapped at to leave him be, and he beat a hasty retreat out of the verse he’d been about to destroy. It was puzzling behavior.. I’d never had an Error flee without first trying to kill me, and I.. admittedly, didn’t have the best mindset at the time. I’d been known to.. bait aggressive Errors in the past, I didn’t care much for my own life, and it was.. exhilarating to fight them. I suppose I felt a little cheated, as stupid as that feels now, and rather than leaving the day on the first encounter.. as I’d been directed to, I tracked him down again.”

“Again, the barking but no bite, and he even went so far as to set up webbing traps when I pursued him into the verse, rather than getting violent as.. honestly, he’d be completely justified in doing at that point. Even though I was pushing him further than I’d pushed any of the others, nothing. I felt.. pretty guilty after that, assuming the worst of him when he’d subverted all my expectations. I got a pretty good scolding from Corey too, and I decided the next time I found him, I would prove to him that I was different too.”

“And, well.. seeing how far we’ve come now, I guess I did succeed in that eventually, heh.”

[dorkzilla-exe]

Zim, Dib, and Seven Smeets

A ZaDr series: Ep 1, Hatching Day

Dib: Zim, will you come down.

Zim: *sitting on top of the fridge* DO NOT DISTURB ME WHILE I'M IN MY PANIC SPOT!

Dib: Im just-

Zim: *crying* DIBBERSON, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, I'LL BE DOWN IN A MINUTE!

Dib: you said that an hour ago, I've got everything set up for the celebration, so at least be down before 3, ok?

Zim: wait, you did the decorating? You did EVERYTHING?! ON YOUR OWN?!

Dib: *smiles sinisterly* yes, yes I did, all on my own, probably made some mistakes in color arrangement-

Zim: LET ME SEE! YOU BETTER NOT HAVE MESSED ANYTHING UP!! *jumps down from the fridge and scurries into the living room*

Dib: works every time...

Zim: Dib, you didn't actually mess any of the decorations!?

Dib: I studied hard when you were decorating for Gaz's birthday, so I applied your decoration tactics to this room and... well... ta-daa!

Zim: you really are amazing, Dib. You know that, right?

Dib: I got the hint the day you gave me a ring-pop and asked for my hand in marriage.

Zim: I swear I didn't know it was candy, the person who sold it to me said it was worth 5,000$ and would sell it to me for 4,900...

Dib: I really didn't care about being proposed to with a candy ring, a ring is a ring to me, wether it's candy or not. Although, it is very concerning how someone managed to sell you a ring-pop for that much.

Zim: don't remind me...

Dib: would you believe me when I say I still have it?

Zim: no, I actually wouldn't.

Dib: well I do, I had it dipped in resin so it wouldn't deteriorate.

Zim: wow, how have I not noticed it?

Dib: remember that box I where keep stuff like pendants and pins? That's where the ring is.

Zim: that's sweet.

Dib: wait a minute, I just remembered we've got one more thing to do...

Zim: The Smeet's play-pen! We've gotta decorate that! Get the streamers! I've got some decorating to do!

[About an hour later]

Dib: alright, living room decorated, snacks and cake ready, little gift bags customized for every guest, flowers and other table decorations, and Zim's in the play-pen with the eggs. We are ready for the guests to arrive and it isn't even-

[Knocking from the front door]

Dib: right on cue, must be dad cause he's been early to ever other party. *answers the door* hey- uh...

Tallest Red: hello there, you must be Dib

Tallest Purple: How has Zim been? We haven't heard too much from him since he layed the eggs.

Dib: uhhhh... Hi I'm Dib Membrane, Zim's husband. Zim's been doing wonderfully, aside from the random anxiety attacks and his weekends of depression. Please come in! We have plenty of Irken friendly food and drinks ready, but remember to save some for the other guests. You two apparently aren't the only alien guests on our list.

Tallest Red: Thank you Mr. Membrane, we appreciate your hospitality. *enters with Tallest Purple*

Zim: My Tallest! I didn't expect you to be here until 10 minutes later.

Tallest Purple: see, I told you we were too early!

Tallest Red: EUGH, we could've brought the little ones Paks...

Dib: actually, we already thought of that. My Dad works at Membrane labs and designed him "Membrane Paks". They are designed to make it easier for them to identify us in a crowd, immediately begin healing if injured, ward off any diseases and illnesses, higher pain tolerance, and give them a longer life.

Zim: the only major differences are the Designs and application process. Instead of implanting electonics in abruptly, we will apply them more delicately, carefully and less painfully.

Tallest Red: hmm, I see, it would also be much easier to identify them if they ever decided to work for the Irken Empire.

Zim: i mean, you're not wrong. But I also invited here to ask for permission to retire.

Tallest Purple: retire?

Tallest Red: eumm... sure? Why not?

[1 hour later]

Dib: Dad, Gaz, the tallest, Skoodge, Tak, Tenn, Keef, Z, Zita, Clembrane, Prisinor 777 and his kids.

Dib: that seems to be about everyone, all we're missing are-

Anne: *annoyingly beating on Dib's Door* DIBDIBDIBDIBDIBDIBDIBDIBDIB!

Dib: Anne and Flish...

Dib: *opens the door, making Anne fall into the house*

Anne: Crikey, you've grown! You're 'bout as tall as Flishey now!

Flish: howdy, Dib. Sorry we couldn't make it to yer wedding last year.

Dib: it's ok, come on in you two.

Tallest Purple: oh yeah... we banished HER here too...

Tallest Red: I feel like Zim isn't our biggest concern anymore.

Anne: My Tallest! It's been YEARS! how've ya been!

Tallest Purple: good~

Anne: *gasp* OH MY GOSH! The eggs! Aw, they're absolutely precious! Zim, you oughta call yourself lucky! 'Lotta Irkens can't lay eggs y'know.

Zim: eheh, I know. Which is why I didn't fully expect it.

Dib: you should've seen him, he cried his eyes out the whole time and more.

Flish: Heha! sounds like Zim a'right. But don'cha get all concerned and stuff. It's completely normal to cry during egg laying. Er, from what I've heard at least.

Dib: it's official, everyone's here.

Tallest Purple: great!... Now what?

Dib: Um, we talk.

Tallest Purple: sounds boring.

Gaz: I have Videogames.

Tallest Purple: Ooo, sounds intriguing! What do you do?

Professor Membrane: son, may I speak with you for a moment?

Dib: sure.

Professor Membrane: let's go into the other room, ok.

Dib: *nods and walks into the bedroom*

Professor Membrane: something is wrong and I can tell.

Dib: *walks over to the bad, grabs a pillow, and screams in it*

Professor Membrane: I know your stressed, but everything will be just fine. I'm sure you and Zim will be great-

Dib: But what if we arent?! I work weekends at a coffee shop and Zim works at a clothing store in a mall. We can't provide for SEVEN babies! It took a lot of saving to get this party set up! I rarely get any tips and the one tip I got last weekend was from Gaz and it was a penny.

Professor Membrane: Ok, now that's just sad.

Dib: I don't know what to do! It's hard for me to get a different job, a barista was the closest I could do because I apparently make really good lattes. *sob*

Professor Membrane: have you ever considered working with me in the labs? You already know everyone there and know the place well. Plus, I could adjust your schedule so you don't have to come every day and you get paid just for being there.

Dib: you'd do that for me?

Professor Membrane: of course! You really do need the money, I could have you work as a lab assistant, but that's a little dangerous. I could put you in the mailing room? Or-

Dib: what about food service? I can cook, I can make coffee, tea, and plenty of different desserts.

Professor Membrane: that's a wonderful idea! I could make you work down at the cafeteria so your talent isn't wasted on Lattes!

Dib: Consider me hired! Ill be there tomorrow evening-

Professor Membrane: no no, you should stay home for a few days.

Dib: but dad, I-

Professor Membrane: Dibberson, I know you want to help out as soon as you can, but right now, Zim and your children need you here. Besides, it's hard to bond with a child while you're away, right?

Dib: I guess it is.

Anne: *Bursts through the door* Dib! It's about to happen! One of the eggs moved!

Dib: bwha?! Already?! I didn't think it would be this early! *runs to the living room*

Zim: Dib! There you are! Hurry over here, you don't want to miss this!

Dib: *looks over the pen* which one moved?

Zim: This one right here. *puts egg in lap*

Dib: When will they-

Zim: any moment now...

Dib: *puts hand on egg, feeling for any movement*

Zim: Dib, can I admit something before they hatch?

Dib: go ahead.

Zim: I knew about the eggs since the first day they began developing.

Dib: wanna know something? The 4 months before I helped you with the eggs, I was suspicious that you might've been pregnant. I was kinda right.

Zim: yes, yes you were. AH! DIB, IT'S HATCHING!

Dib: *removes hand, watching both the eggs hatch and his family grow before his eyes*

Zim: thank you, Dib

Dib: hm?

Zim: thank you for everything. I'll love you forever and on.

Dib: *pure panic* wait, you dont die after the eggs hatch, do you?

Zim: No, no I don't, but I'll love you longer than you'll ever know. And that's a promise.

From then and on, Zib and Dib lived a happy and eventful life with 7 beautiful Human-Irken Smeets.

The End

Zim: Or is it?

Dib: Not really, but for now, yes.

[pinktatertots99]

monsters in disguise like fish too - nnbk fic

i love their bro-ship man, but also certain elf squad-ers intrigue me, especially on how do they go around in the outside world.

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tucking the blanket into his seat kojirou looked to see manji pouting at his hat. “manji, ya gotta wear it.”

“but manji’s horns don’t like iiiit.” he whined as kojiro leaned in, taking it and moving to put it on him. “it’s cause your not putting the horn part of the hat on them silly.” he replied moving back as manji petted em lightly. “...oh hey this feels better!”

“hehe see? silly.”

“but why does manji need it?” he asked looking to him as he slipped his sunglasses on. “and why do you need a wheelchair? you can walk fine.”

“manji we’re outside.” he stated, tying his coat’s knot as manji grabbed the chair’s handles. “sides it’d be weird if people saw me moving on my tail. and distracting.”

“can manji ride the chair to the aquarium?” he asked, moving a foot on the pole behind it as kojiro chuckled. “why not? just not too fast.” he stated as manji pushed them off, riding it up until more people showed, slowing it down to walk with it to the aquarium.

gaining their tickets for it manji looked around excitedly. “so pretty here!”

“careful not to wag your tail.” he pouted as he kept it hidden in his pants. “kaaaay.” walking them both around the people both looked to the many tanks and areas of the fish inside, making excited noises up until they got to a hallway, vaguely empty but around it was a giant body of water and fish swimming around in the hall’s see through windows.

“ya can stop here.” kojirou stated, manji pushing the wheelchair to the nearest wall and taking a seat next to it as they watched the fish on the other side. looking to him manji moved his hands quickly finding kojirou’s shades not on his face.

“ah it’s fine man it’s okay.” he stated, ushering to the whole hallway with only two people. “barely anyone’ll notice, their too distracted with the fish.” he nodded and went back to sit with him. “....i wish we were fish.”

“manji i kinda am one hehe-”

“not that.” he stated, watching them swim in circles and over eachother. “no one cares that a fish has tails or weird eyes or horns, why do they care bout if we do?” both sat in silence with sullen expressions of thought as kojirou spoke up.

“maybe...one day they won’t.” he stated, manji looking to him curiously. “think so?”

“i mean, i dunno what he’s planning, but maybe if it involves feeling normal again, we might be able to.” he stated smiling as manji smiled back with his tail wagging. “manji’d like that.”

hearing steps to their sides both looked to find some people staring, whispering as kojirou moved to put his glasses on while manji got up. “hey! we’re not fish!” he exclaimed, only to get confused reactions and said watchers dispersing and moving back to watch the fish as kojirou laughed.

“that’s...on the right track ehehe.”

[gamblealifearchived1]

little-goof said:[SteelBud] "Yeah, 'mmonia used t' talk 'bout ya's all the time," Steel tells him, "She always liked ya's butt an' ya's fancy hair."

@aflockoffeathers​

     Things started out as merely running into each other, Steelbeak catching his eye in more ways than one. It was enough to send familiar sparks he used to feel with a certain someone else in his life. Which was confusing. He still cared deeply for Ammonia. Maybe he always would, yet he'd find himself lying if he said he loved her as he did before. & That line of thought caused the canine to worry quite a bit. 

What would she think about this? How would she even FEEL? About him probably moving on. He was pretty sure Steel had been flirting with him. 

That had been the first two weeks of their relationship. Friendship? Whether it was that or something more, Bud had continued to spend more & more time with Steelbeak regardless. He greatly enjoyed their company, oddly enough wanting to be closer to them than normal. So, Bud did the one thing he thought would make him feel better about the entire thing. 

Have a talk with Steelbeak about it. He did not expect the other male to talk about how they knew Ammonia or how she would talk about him. 

He can feel his cheeks flare up with warmth, awkwardly clearing his throat towards the comment regarding his looks. "Eheh, w ──well, that is certainly news to me." Head ducks, sheepish smile tugging upon his maw. & Yet, while he wanted to continue the conversation about Ammonia, he can't help but be curious. 

"& Uh, what about you ? How, uhm, how do you feel about me ? "

[apriumjam]

Satsuten Yankee Gakuen Drama CD Script

@jae-ha was kind enough to send me the audio for the Yankee Gakuen Drama CD and asked that I translate it! So here it is, the script in its entirety. She’ll be making a video for the CD soon, so keep a look out for that as well! It’s extremely fun to listen to.

E: Argh, no, no, you good-for-nothing savage!

Z: Hey, what are ya doin’, shithead?!

E: I’m so much better for her…!

Z: Don’t get full of yourself, brat! For someone so tiny, ya sure are noisy from the morning…!

E: Ah, ow! You savage! Why do I have to listen to you?!

Z: Shut up! Yer a delinquent just like me.

E: You might be strong, but your head’s totally empty. Don’t compare me to you. You can’t even use the school card key right!

Z: Shut up!

E: Ow! Why is that girl with someone as stupid as you… I’ll remember this!

Z: Shit! What’s up with that brat?! Huh? Tch…rain, huh. Can’t help it. Guess I’ll get somewhere dry.

Z: I just got to the school gate and it’s becomin’ a real storm. Huh? The chimes… Classes are so lame. But bein’ in the rain like this is pissin’ me off, too. Maybe I should go to class today…

(puppy whining)

Z: Huh? What, a dog… Yer out here even though it’s rainin’ this hard…and in this beat-up box, too. You must be cold. C’mere.

(puppy whining)

Z: Huh, looking closely at ‘im, doesn’t seem like he’s hurt anywhere… Hey, are you all right?

(more puppy whining)

Z: Huh? Whoa, hey, stop – Hey! Damnit, he’s not getting away…tch…guess I can’t do anythin’ ‘bout it…damn it – Oh, it’s Ray.

(puppy barks)

Z: Hey – stop it.

R: Good morning, Zack. You shouldn’t bully puppies.

Z: Huh?! Don’t say stupid crap! He just won’t leave me alone!

R: I see. Ah, Zack, you look hurt. You got into a fight without even going to class, huh?

Z: Shut it. Yer face is sayin’ ya don’t plan on goin’ anywhere either. Yer totally late.

R: Huh? This little puppy is hurt, too…

Z: What? Don’t try to trick me – oh, he really is…

(puppy whining)

Z: C’mere, let me see. Huh? This is…a burn?

R: A burn…show me, too.

(puppy barks!)

???: This puppy is mine…

R: What is this…?

???: This puppy is just going to become mine.

R: Stop…

???: This puppy…is my ideal…puppy…

R: Stop it…!

Z: Ray? Hey. Ray! C’mon!

R: Ah…Zack…

Z: Ya got kinda weird.

R: I wonder why…I felt really strange…maybe they were memories of my past life…

Z: Huh? I don’t know what yer talkin’ about…but this rain’s gettin’ bad. We gotta get this guy some place where he won’t get wet.

R: Yeah. You’re right.

D: Now then, let’s proceed to the next page of the textbook. Human eyes have three parts. First, are the sclera and cornea, located outside; inside is the choroid, a layer of tissue – oh.

??: Hey, hey, Zack, did you take in that dog?

Z: Huh? I guess so.

R: Zack, that’s enough, just come to your seat.

Z: Huh? I get it, shut it.

D: Well now. Rachel, Zack, you’re both so calmly coming into my classroom even though you’re late…if you don’t obey the rules, I’ll have to make you both into my specimens. Especially Rachel…those rebellious eyes of yours would be quite fetching…

(puppy barks!)

D: Oh my, this dog has pretty good eyes, too. – Ow!

Z: You’re disgusting, te-a-ch-er.

(puppy whimpers)

R: Well, I guess it’s okay since you were protecting the puppy…

D: Oh…class has ended. Honestly…Zack, Rachel, I’ll have to ask you both to come to the staff room later.

Z: Tch…how annoying.

Z: What an annoying asshole…

R: Zack! You shouldn’t say stuff like that. But…he really might be a little scary when he talks about eyes…

Z: He’s not scary, he’s gross. Damnit…

(puppy barks)

Z: Ah…come to think of it, what d’ya wanna do about him?

R: Let’s look for his owner?

Z: Owner? He’s all burnt, and he was in that nasty-lookin’ cardboard box. Ya think he even has an owner?

R: But –

E: Argh, Zack! How dare you!

Z: Huh? What, yer doin’ this again? Shut up, ya damn brat!

R: Good morning, Eddie.

E: Oh! G-good morning, Rachel! Eheh...um…I was wondering…why are you with Zack again?

Z: What’s with him? He’s actin’ totally different.

R: Um, Zack found a puppy by the school front gate. When we took a closer look, we saw he was hurt…

(puppy whines)

E: Oh…it looks like he’s got burn scars…I can take care of him far better than that violent, useless brute…come here, little puppy.

(puppy barks!)

R: Oh…he really doesn’t want to leave Zack.

E: But…

Z: Hyahahah! That means ya got rejected! Hahahah!

E: What are you trying to say?!

Z: Huh? Yer pointin’ that shovel at me…wanna go again? Aren’t you the violent one? Hahah!

E: Don’t compare me with you!

R: Look out!

Z: Ray!

E: R-Rachel!

(puppy whines)

R: Ow…Zack, Eddie. This puppy is injured, so don’t play around like that.

E: Oh…sorry…

Z: Are you okay? Ya fell down…and hit yer head.

R: I’m okay. It just stings a bit.

Z: So you’re not okay. We’re goin’ to the infirmary, Ray.

R: All right.

E: Um, me, too! I mean, I can accompany you to the infirmary far better than this absurdly strong, empty-headed guy.

Z: Shut up, you shithead!

E: Ouch! Ugh, I’ll remember this!

Z: Seriously…c’mon. Ray, can ya stand?

R: Yeah. But Zack…you shouldn’t be violent.

Z: Shut up…I know.

(puppy barks)

C: Oh my! Isn’t it Zack! What could a delinquent like you be doing here? You haven’t even been called in. Did you get hurt in a fight? How slovenly!

Z: It’s not me. Ray hit her head.

C: Oh! She’s the one who was in a fight? She really is lively. Come now, Rachel. I’ll help you out, so lie down there.

R: Okay…I’m more worried about the puppy Zack’s carrying than my head. Doctor? That puppy kind of seems like he was burnt.

C: Puppy?

(puppy whines)

C: Oh! Such an adorable puppy! Why do you have something a puppy? This doesn’t fit your image at all.

Z: Shut up! He just started following me on his own!

R: He was abandoned in front of the school gate.

C: Hmm…in any case, these are some terrible burns. Someone must have done this to him.

(puppy whines)

C: He does seem a little down…all right! Tah-dah! My specialty – vitamins! If we give him this, with my extra-large vaccine, he’ll be good as new! He’ll be able to run all around the school!

Z + R: Stop.

C: Oh, okay. Hmm...anyway…he does seem to have become quite emotionally attached to you, Zack.

R: He seems to be afraid of everyone else.

C: Huh, is that so? Come! Shake!

(puppy whines)

C: Oh, my…this puppy is quite lovely…I kind of…just want to…discipline him!

Z: Hey.

(puppy whines)

C: Oh…I suppose I lost my composure…it’s all right, just leave him to me. I’ll train him properly for you. Don’t worry, it’ll be completely normal.

Z: Is this all right…?

R: Zack…I’m feeling kind of sleepy…

Z: Huh? It’s fine. Just sleep. If she tries anything weird, I’ll stop her.

R: I’ll leave it to you.

(puppy yipping)

R: Huh…?

Z: Oh, you woke up? This is amazing, Ray, watch!

C: Shake!

(woof!)

C: The other one!

(woof, woof!)

C: Beg!

(more barking!)

R: Wow…you really trained him…

C: This is easy! If only impertinent children like you and Zack could be disciplined like this…ahahah!

(puppy barks!)

Z: Hey, it’s nighttime now… Oh, what happened with looking for his owner?

C: That’s right…it’s just about time for the school gate to close. Rachel looks fine now, so you two should take this little guy and go home.

R: Okay. Thank you, doctor.

C: Yes, yes. Keep the fighting to a minimum…and if you absolutely have to use your fists, just come here. I’ll discipline you! Ahahahah! – (cough cough)

Z: Tch, we’re not comin’ back. Let’s go, Ray.

R: Yeah.

(puppy barks!)

R: The rain stopped at some point. What a pretty sunset.

Z: Yeah…

R: So…what are we going to do about this puppy?

Z: What to do…hey, you. Can ya live singly without parents or an owner, like us?

R: It’s not singly, it’s alone…right?

Z: Shut it!

(puppy whines)

R: Oh…that tickles…eheheh…

Z: Hey…looks like he’s gotten attached t’ ya, too. Well, it’s too early for him t’ live sing – ugh, alone. *

R: Ah, it’s the principal.

G: Rachel, Zack. I’ve seen you both clearly today.

Z: Ah?

G: I’ll take care of that dog. He has neither parents, nor anyone to turn to…and that road is relentlessly harsh.

(puppy whines)

G: All the children here have had to live on their own…indeed, even the teachers are the same. Danny and Cathy both became adults after overcoming such sadness. This school is meant to save its students from befalling such a fate. If I were not to take such beliefs to heart, what sort of principal would I be?!

R: Principal…!

Z: I don’t really get it, but…yer gonna take care of him, right? Yer lucky I found ya!

(woof!)

R: Please take care of him, principal!

G: Yes. I won’t do anything bad to him. I shall take responsibility for him.

Z: All right.

(barking!)

Z: Then I’ll leave ‘im t’ you, principal.

G: Indeed! Well then, let us meet in good spirits tomorrow!

R: Yes! Good bye!

Z: I’m sleepy…

R: Zack, good morning.

Z: Ah, yer not late today. Huh? What’s that?

R: Oh! It’s…!

(puppy barking!)

Z: It’s the dog from yesterday! Hey, he’s keeping him on the school grounds.

R: Good for you, Zack.

Z: Huh? Well, it’s not bad…but aren’t you the happier one?

R: Eheh…he even prepared a doghouse. I’m really glad.

Z: Huh? That shithead’s by the doghouse.

R: Oh, Eddie.

E: Good morning, Rachel! Look! Isn’t this amazing?

R: Yeah. It’s very nice.

E: Ahem! Principal Gray asked me to make it, and I did it in a flash!

Z: Heh, pretty good.

E: Zack, this is something you can’t do.

Z: What was that?

R: Stop, you two.

(puppy barking!)

E: Sorry, Rachel…oh, right. Principal Gray asked me to do one other thing. He told me that if I see you and the violent brute, I should give you guys this. Here!

Z: Say my name, you damn brat! Huh? What’s this?

R: Dog food…it’s his breakfast.

E: Principal Gray said that you two should feed him.

(puppy barking!)

Z: Oh, are ya hungry? Then wait just a second…heh…

R: Zack! Don’t put cola in the dog food –

Z: Huh? Why?

R: It’s a puppy…at least give him milk…

(woof, woof!)

 * TL note: this is a joke that’s sort of “lost in translation”. Zack uses a counter for people (一人) to refer to the puppy. Ray corrects him to the counter for small animals (一匹). Later on, he starts to use the counter for people again, but corrects himself.

[forvalor-blog]

                @strawberrymxn     /     flower  prompts  thingies  *

                 ❛❛ Oh, wow, okay...  uhh... how ‘bout I combine the two? ❜❜   Despite the uncertainty tinging his voice, there’s a warm smile on his face.  He’s travelled for long enough now to know that the best way to make friends with people is to approach them honestly, and that spilling secrets and truths alike are a surefire way to get people to remember you.  After thinking for a moment, he continues:

                 ❛❛ Well, in my homeland, the citizens wear robes.  Big, heavy, sorta oversized things--  ‘n’ there’s a certain way’a movin’ with ‘em on, so they don’t get in yer way.  Very elegant.  Anyways, every now ‘n’ then, since finishin’ my adventures in that dimension, I’ll go back ‘n’ check on the people ‘n’ every time I’ll be forced t’don the appropriate clothin’.  ‘n’ honestly... I’ve forgotten how t’wear it without trippin’.  I never fall badly enough t’be noticed by most, but I always get my feet caught in the material now, ‘n’ I look like such a fool. ❜❜   Despite his light self-deprecation, there’s a bright smile on his face;  the urge to laugh at himself transparent.   ❛❛ It feels so good t’tell someone.  It may seem like such a little thing, but honestly...  I don’t know how t’wear my own clothin’.  I guess adventurin’ made me forget all that traditional malarkey, eheh... ❜❜

                 How’s that for a secret and an odd fact combined?  Jon Valor literally can’t walk normally in his own district.  Also, he tactfully left out the part about only being able to return because he’d narrowly avoided a trial that would’ve resulted in his death.  She only asked for one secret, after all.

[muthaz-rapapa]

Precure Super Stars: Best MHPC Moments

Other than the All Stars movie, this is the last time we’ll be seeing them on any screen for a while so of course I have to take a thousand screencaps to re-etch their image in my heart forever.

;_____________;

Also this is about the only thing that actually made me happy about this movie.

Warning: Spoilers, no cut and long post ahead.

AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

They can be doing the most mundane things and I’d still go crazy over how cute my girls are! x333

And the sweet smell was likely KiraPati falling from the sky along with Ichika and the others.

How those girls found a portal to the Magic World, we’ll probably never know but whatever.

My heroes~!!!

<3333

Haha, a little unfortunately for Mirai, she caught a bigger load than the other two did which ends up giving her slightly more trouble in maneuvering her broom.

Like needing to dodge hitting the rooftops, pillars, buildings...

...and crash-landing straight into the lake.

But she still managed!

That’s my Mirai! *so proud of her* ( ^ω^ )

Mirai and Riko going into squealing Mommies mode at the sight of Hugtan because it brings back memories of when they were raising Ha-chan together is just...it’s just...

...*breaks down crying* I’m sorry, it’s just too nostalgic in here...

And them not noticing Harry was hilarious. xDD;;;

Don’t mind, Harry~ (^ ^ ;)

I do say, I think MahoPre had the fiercest close-ups.

But then again, I didn’t have a lot of attention to spare for the other groups since I was so preoccupied with fawning over these three so I wouldn’t know, eheh~

Also, Sapphire Style~ <D

To be honest, this thing where the lead Cure gets separated from her group is very old already. But what makes it annoying is when they’re deliberately singled out in an All Stars movie so that for the majority of the movie, she can only interact with the other lead Cures...which is also old. 

Something similar happened in All Stars Memories, too, but I don’t think that lasted too long and the circumstances were slightly different.

Anyway, this is another pattern Toei refuses to break and it irks me.

On another note, Riko is so quick to realize Usobakka’s next move and to act on it with Ha-chan to buy time for Mirai to escape with the others.

Cuz unlike them who can still use magic in their civilian forms, Ichika and Hana can’t. So they need at least one person who does have that power to stay behind in order to protect the others.

My girls are so grown-up! *wipes tear*

And this is a moment of anguish for me because for those of us who actually watched MahoPre in its entirety, we all know that Mirai does not do well when she’s forced apart from her friends (this is the reason why I cannot watch ep 49 without crying my heart out every. single. time!).

But the determined look Riko gives her stops Mirai from panicking and it’s this wordless exchange...

...down to the very last message conveyed even through their eye contact that tells everybody how well these two really understand each other.

And that’s only possible for people who have really, really, really close bonds.

Particularly the Cures that start out as pairs like Black & White.

That duality characteristic that’s present in their relationship is something that sets them apart from the other Cures.

It’s a very deep partnership. One that transcends even the boundaries of friendship.

And I hope that I’m not the only person who thought this but Mirai taking the lead here in the middle of all the chaos that’s happening really makes the whole situation look like her maternal instincts have kicked in and she’s gotta usher these young’uns away from the danger as fast as possible.

I’d say “senpai” but the Maho girls have matured so much, that term doesn’t feel like it’s enough to describe them, lol.

Excuse me for a second...*AHEM*...

ACCIO BROOM!

...ok, I’m done. 

BWUAHAHA, Harry complaining ‘bout how they’re not moving fast enough and Mirai pretty much almost yelling back “It’s above the normal weight limit, pipe down, I’m driving!”

xDDD;;;;

Every time the girls use magic, I just go “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” cuz it’s just that awesome.

Magic is awesome.

God, I love MahoPre so damn much!

<3

Technically, they did later on when they popped the bubbles by filling it up on the inside and that wouldn’t have happened if they didn’t use magic so Riko was right in attempting to all along.

Just as planned, eh, Riko? Hehe.

Ha-chan takes after Mirai and then some.

*squeals* I wanna hug my flower child all day long~! x3333

LMAO, man, the others must’ve been stuck in there for hours and are likely starving by now.

Ha-chan is so nice to provide for everyone. A true Mother Goddess.

AOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

XDDDDDD

This warms my heart like nothing else in the world can.

The faith they have in each other~ <3333

Also, Ha-chan is like super, ultra, beyond comprehension ADORABUBBLE~!!!!!!

She’s like *PLOP!* “Don’t worry~!”

KYAAAAAAA!!!!!!

Riko loves her wife.

Very much.

( ~ ∀ ^ )

And Ha-chan loves her mommies. <33

MOFURUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN~!!!!

I just realized I haven’t fangirled over her yet.

C’mere, cutie! *huggles her* x333

Ha-chan... (^ ∀ ^ ;;)

This speaks for itself.

And is the most important moment in the whole movie.

SHUT UP, IT IS!

lol, Riko naturally reaching hold up to hold her hat in place when they drop outta the monster’s stomach.

And then there’s Ha-chan who’s all “YEARSH, I’M OUT!!!”

HAVE YOU SEEN MY MIRACLE RAY OF SUNSHINE?!?!?!?!

ISN’T SHE THE MOST BEAUTIFULEST?!?!?!?!!?

ALEXANDRITE STYLE!!!!

...I’m gonna be such a wreck after I finish watching All Stars Memories.

And it’s all because of these girls.

Here’s a quick snap of Felice catching Yell.

She quite good at that.

^^

*sighs contently*

<333

...Ok, here are the rest:

I’m surprised flowers didn’t start blooming everywhere like a hurricane around them cuz ‘m pretty sure the Yukari Touch™ is one of the few human abilities that can activate Ha-chan’s latent goddess powers.

You’re a talking hamster, Harry.

Why is this so strange to you?

From “mouse” to an “egg”.

Poor Harry keeps getting demoted everyday. ^^;

Of course, Mirai is making cookies in the shape of Mofurun.

And is Mofu-baby posing for reference?

Cutie bear~

Again with the strawberry melon pan. ^^;

THESE FOUR ARE THE ONLY ONES HOLDING HANDS IN THE ENDING!

AND MOFURUN ISH SO TINY!

ANDAND FELICE LOOKS SO SERENE AND AT PEACE IN HER PRIME HABITAT!!

ANDANDAND MIRACLE AND MAGICAL LOOKING SO IN LOVE!!!!!!!!

*JUST CRIES UNCONTROLLABLY FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK*

[oumiyuki]

Happy maker!

Summary: August 3rd is a very, very special day. So special, that Honoka couldn’t keep her excitement down for a week after she came up with the best plan to spread the joy and love she felt with all her friends.

Pairing: Nope, not pairing. Muse is a group of tight-knit friends here. :'D 

Genre: Friendship and Family

Author Notes It’s midnight. 2am? And I finished scouting for our dear Honoka~ in SIF! *O* 400+ loveca stones!! And I managed to get 2URs and 5SSRs! Ahh~~! Honoka is so~~ cute~~! Ahem! X’P Sorry ‘bout that. Happy Birthday, Honoka! :’D May everyone enjoy and smile~! *W*

Honoka woke with a smile on her face, and that's perfectly acceptable since today is a special day. But she woke before her alarm clock sounded, that brought a whole new sense of accomplishment in the gingerhead's life.

"Woah! I can totally brag about this to Umi-chan and Kotori-chan later!"

Waking before her alarm was one thing, having plans that she's going to carry through all on her own, without any form of assistance by her childhood friends or family is another positive and possibly shocking difference for this special day.

Ah, but I think Umi-chan will be mean and just say: "Honoka, this is something you should be doing everyday."

Honoka pouted for a second.

At least Kotori-chan will praise me! Something like: "That's amazing, Honoka-chan! I'm so proud of you!"

Honoka laughed happily as she thought of how her childhood friends will react when she told them she woke before the alarm rang.

Kicking the blankets off with excess enthusiasm, Honoka wore her wide smile from her bed, to the closet, to the bathroom and back.

Donned in her school uniform, she gave her red bowtie a strong pull to tighten it, the gingerhead giggles to herself.

"Today is going to be so fun!"

And the more-energetic-than-she-would-be-on-normal-days gingerhead bounded out of her room towards the kitchen fridge.

"Good~ Morning~ cake!"

Honoka flashed a blinding smile to the cake she practiced many a times to bake before it was a success, and was currently sitting in the fridge for her to take.

"It's time for a walk, cake-san~"

The eldest daughter of the Kousaka house chuckled as she carefully pulled the cake out and into a neat cake box with green heart shape patterns.

I sure hope she likes it! And I made sure it's edible too! Hehe~

Honoka ran up and down the stairs to her room and around the house to grab all that she have been preparing for a week; all for this special day.

"Yosh~! I double, triple, checked this five times already! I most probably, shouldn't have- definitely have all that I need!"

Honoka had her hands to her hips as she nodded proudly at the stuff she needed to carry to school, not forgetting her school bag.

At the sounds of footsteps she knew belonged to her younger sister, Honoka spun around and ran up the stairs once again.

"Yukiho~~!"

Yukiho's alertness skyrocketed as she blinked up to a smiling widely older sister running at her with her arms spread apart – probably for a hug.

"O-Onee-chan?! Mm-"

The excitable ginger engulfed her younger sister in a warm, tight hug, slamming some air out of the younger Kousaka too.

"Good morning, Yukiho! I love you!"

Honoka pecked a kiss to her younger sister's pink cheeks before Yukiho could recover.

"Eh? Um...I love you too..?"

Yukiho barely managed a reply after returning a squeeze to her older sister's bone-crushing hug, and said older sister was zooming down the stairs again.

The young redhead wore a lopsided smile as she heard her older sister's loud and energetic voice from downstairs; a huge smile the gingerhead is definitely sharing with her parents too.

"Onee-chan, happy birthday." Yukiho whispered; knowing it'll take awhile before she gets to see her older sister again today.

The moment Honoka spotted her mum and dad, she dashed and threw her arms around them.

"Good morning, okaa-san! Otou-san! I love you!"

A peck on her mother's cheek as Kousaka-mama giggled and rubbed warmly on her daughter's back, and another peck on her father's cheek as Kousaka-papa patted his daughter's head.

"We love you too, Honoka. Take care, okay?"

"I will! I'm off~!" Honoka shouted as she exited her home with all her prepared gifts, not staying to see her father shed happy, manly tears while her mother laughed heartily.

Honoka skipped down the streets to Otonokizaka Academy, that huge, upbeat grin becoming permanent on the gingerhead's face.

Spotting a head of long ash-grey and another with long dark blue hair, Honoka's grin became a full blown smile with her pearly whites gleaming as she sped up to catch her best friends.

"Ko~to~ri~chan~! U~mi~chan~! Good~ mor~ning~!"

Her two childhood friends stopped in their tracks and turned around, finding an orange haired high school student who had clearly over packed for the day, running over.

The stricter of the two was about to open her mouth to reprimand the gingerhead about many things, but didn't get a chance to begin as her jaw dropped from the lines spouted from the gingerhead next.

"Kotori-chan~ I love you!"

Honoka had jumped the ash-grey haired girl the moment she was in glomping distance, eliciting a surprised yelp from Kotori. Honoka only proceeded to rub her cheeks on her childhood friend's soft, rosy cheeks, making Kotori giggle and return the hug.

The reciprocal hug only lasted a second as Honoka's love declaration not only froze one, but two of her childhood friends.

"Eh?" Kotori managed after some time.

Honoka pulls away from the hug, leaving her hands on the surprised ash-brunette's shoulder, beaming happily like nothing out of the ordinary happened.

"I've got something special for you today, Kotori-chan."

Honoka continued in her own pace as she reached for the bag she packed the cake in, before handing it over to the still too stun to react girl.

"I baked a cake for you. I hope you like it. Ehehe~" Honoka laughed sheepishly with a hand rubbing the back of her head after Kotori accepted her gift.

"Um..." Kotori didn't know what to say; though it seems like Honoka wasn't seeking for a response, as the gingerhead switched her attention to the bluenette who had frozen beside them.

"Umi-chan!"

Honoka easily hooked her arms around the archer's neck and pulled the bluenette into a tight, warm hug.

"I love you~" Honoka cooed loudly; repeating a similar rubbing of cheeks with the current childhood friend in her embrace.

"H-H-H-Honoka?!" Umi stuttered out.

Honoka giggled as she took a step back and pulled her gift for Umi – new archery gloves wrapped in an ocean blue gift paper covered with yellow stars.

"I know yours are quite worn from all your practicing daily, so I got you a new one! I even made sure it's your size, so don't worry!"

Umi blinked twice, accepted the gift, blinked another three times before she looked at the gift.

"But it's..?"

Umi was going to question why Honoka is giving out presents on her birthday, but her words fell short at the sight of the brightly smiling gingerhead. Is this the feeling of awestruck?

"Ah! I've got another six gifts to go, so. See ya in class!"

Honoka ran off into the school with her remaining bags (which was still a lot), leaving her two childhood friends to watch her go.

"Umi-chan, what just happened?" Kotori asked, her eyes not leaving where Honoka just ran off to.

"I think we just got presents from the birthday girl." Umi shook her head with a disbelief but happy grin.

Kotori giggles softly. "That's just like Honoka-chan. Always surprising us."

"Indeed."

Honoka figured that two of her seniors will be easily found in the student council room since they said they'll help out this morning, and so to the student council room the Leader of Muse went.

In all her excitement, Honoka forgot basic manners of knocking as she threw open the door, causing Eli to shout in surprise and Nozomi to raise both eyebrows.

Honoka was not one to be knocked off her momentum easily as she closed the doors loudly and ran up to the former Student Council President and engulfed the recovering blonde in a huge hug.

"Eli-chan~ Good morning-I love you!"

"Ehh?! Honoka?!" Eli was wide eyed and was holding onto the desk so as to not fall out of her chair due to Honoka's powerful hugging or from the consecutive shocks she had received in a span of two minutes since the Leader of Muse has arrived.

"Elichi, I didn't think you would..." Nozomi who already recovered from the initial surprise teased.

"What?! No, Nozomi!" Eli was exasperated.

Nozomi and Honoka chuckled at the same time, while Honoka moved herself back to a proper standing position to grab her gift for Muse's dance instructor.

"Dear Eli-chan!" Honoka started with a too familiar, playful smile.

"Please don't start this, Honoka..." Eli rubbed a hand to her temple, though a bemused smile played on her lips.

Honoka giggled once more before holding her gift box out to Eli.

"This is for you."

"For me?" Eli couldn't think of a reason she should be receiving any gifts today, especially not from the girl they were going to give gifts to.

"Yup. I'm 100% sure that you'll love them!"

Honoka knew how in love her senior was with chocolate; so she went out of her way to find out which was the most well-known and praised to be really delicious before she bought them, and got them beautifully wrapped in brown gift paper and a golden ribbon.

Eli was going to ask why or what the present is for, but the gingerhead already started for the purplenette who lowered her crossed arms, readying for a hug; which she received.

"Nozomi-chan, I love you!"

Nozomi giggled and pulled her junior in for a tighter hug; because she likes how warm Honoka felt, and also because she didn't want Honoka to see how much she was blushing.

"Where are these pleasant surprises coming from, Honoka-chan?" Nozomi queried when Honoka wriggled out of the embrace to fetch her gift for the Spiritual Mother of Muse.

"Because today is a special day!" Honoka answered with a ginormous smile, handing her gift over simultaneously.

"It sure is~" Nozomi grinned as she took the gift from Honoka into her hands.

"I, er...know that Nozomi-chan is usually really lucky already, but... this is...more than just a lucky charm. It's to protect and bless you all round!"

Honoka fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, slightly nervous that Nozomi might find her gift kind of overly simple- it could be seen as just a fortune slip after all.

Nozomi smiled sweetly at Honoka being nervous as she brought the precious paper close to her chest.

"I love it, Honoka-chan. And I'll treasure it even after I pass on." Nozomi winked.

"Mou... Nozomi-chan..."

Honoka pouted for a moment before smiling again and bounded out the door.

"I've got more gifts to share. See you later!"

Nozomi and Eli both grinned at the shut door which the bubbly gingerhead left from.

"Are you going to eat them now, Elichi~?"

Eli shook her head, smiling.

"Nozomi, how do you even know it's food?"

Nozomi chuckles. "Intuition."

Eli gets off the chair and walked over to the mini fridge in the student council room, and placed her gift inside.

"We'll share it with everyone later."

Nozomi grinned wider as she joined Eli at the desk to finish up the miscellaneous paperwork.

The next viable location would have been the first year classroom to catch all the first years, but Honoka's gut was telling her to go to the music room instead.

As she was getting closer, melodic piano notes reached her ears and she couldn't help but smile even wider than before.

Honoka stops just outside the music room to wait for the redhead to finish playing, and when she did, Honoka clapped – loudly and enthusiastically.

"Vuee?!" Maki looked up alarmed. "Honoka?!"

Honoka beamed as she entered the music room and walked inside.

"Maki-chan really plays the best music!"

"Wh-What are you saying, Honoka?" Maki turns away and started twirling her hair out of a nervous habit.

Honoka chuckled and sat herself beside the pianist.

"Maki-chan."

Maki wanted to remark that she didn't give Honoka permission to sit beside her, but stopped when Honoka said her name so gently.

"What is it?"

Honoka pulled out her gift for Maki.

"I got this for you. I hope you like it. It's, er... I wish for Maki-chan to keep doing what she loves!"

"Vue? A gift for me..?" Maki stopped twirling her hair to take the rectangular gift, wrapped in pink and red gift paper and a lot of smiley and musical notes.

Honoka grinned happily when Maki's lips pulled into a smile, and the inevitable hug reaches the unsuspecting redhead.

"Maki-chan~ I love you!"

"H-Honoka?!"

Maki toppled backwards on the bench while Honoka just laughed.

"See you later, Maki-chan~"

Honoka gave a final squeeze and smile to the flustered redhead before she ran off.

Maki stared at the ceiling as she collected herself.

"How is it that even on your birthday, when I was going to do something special for you, it's you who beat me to it?"

Maki propped herself up and smiled at her gift.

"It's probably something stupid... And probably something I'll like..." Maki placed a hand on her gift, her grateful smile still lingering.

Honoka pulled the first year classroom's sliding door open with a resounding slam, startling the students inside.

"Rin-chan! Hanayo-chan!" Honoka called loudly as she made eye contact with her two friends. "Come outside!"

Rin didn't see a need to question why as she ran outside, while Hanayo apologized to her classmates before following behind her bestfriend.

The moment Rin stepped outside, she was pulled into a hug by Honoka.

"Rin-chan, I love you!"

Hanayo shrieked in surprise as she shut the door tightly, and Rin laughed heartily.

"I love you too, Honoka-chan, nya!"

Honoka laughed along as she got Rin's gift out.

"This is for you, Rin-chan!"

"Wahh!" Rin cried out as she took the book of vouchers. "Ramen?! Voucher?! Nya?!"

"That's right!" Honoka smiled widely, proud of her own capabilities to make her friends so happy; she knew collecting a whole lot of free Ramen vouchers for the ramen-loving-cat girl is a brilliant idea.

"Thank you, Honoka-chan, nya~" Rin glomped Honoka once more, as the two of them laughed happily.

"Um..." Hanayo stared at the two gingerheads nervously.

Honoka untangles herself from her junior's hug to give Hanayo one.

"Eh? Eh? H-Honoka-chan?"

Hanayo stammers in surprise, not sure what to do but hug back.

"I love you, Hanayo-chan!"

"Ah..! I...I love you too, Honoka-chan!" Hanayo tightens her hug on her close friend.

Honoka chuckles as she pulls away. "I'm glad you do! This is for you, Hanayo-chan."

Honoka lifts a heavy looking bag over to the timid girl.

"A-A gift?"

"Yup! It's top grade." Honoka winks as she passed the gift over to Hanayo.

"Ah!" Hanayo almost drops the gift. "I-It's heavy!"

"It's your favourite!" Honoka chuckles and waves to the two first year before running off again; one final gift to give.

"How heavy is it, Kayo-chin?" Rin hopped over to assist her best friend, surprised by the weight.

"I think Honoka-chan got me top-grade rice...But..."

"But?" Rin blinked in wait, wondering what was wrong.

"How was Honoka-chan able to run over so quickly with a 2kg bag rice, and who knows what other things she had!?"

Hanayo exclaimed with disbelief. Rin laughed.

"Hm~ Only one place Nico-chan will be!" Honoka decides as she takes off towards the Idol Research Clubroom.

"Ni~co~chan~" Honoka chimed as she skipped into the clubroom.

Nico turns around from her chair at the computer, putting on a displeased look.

"What is it, Honoka? You're awfully loud this early."

"Ehehe~ It's cos' I'm happy!" Honoka beamed wider as she pulled the grumpy third year into a bone crushing hug.

"H-Hey! What are you doing?!" Nico struggled and tried to push Honoka away. "You're crushing me! Honoka!"

Nico wasn't pushing Honoka away because her bones were being squeezed though, she was just feeling embarrassed from the extremely warm hug and attention.

Honoka chuckles as she pulls away. "Sorry, I didn't mean to crush you."

Nico sighs and quickly looks away to hide her reddened face. "It's fine. What do you want?"

Honoka was smiling broadly once again at the reminder. "I've got a gift for you!"

"Huh?! What are you saying? Today is when you receive gifts!" Nico huffed angrily.

"Ehehe~ I suppose. But I want to share the happiness of this special day. So I decided to give everyone gifts!" Honoka pulled out a 30 x 40cm collage board she made with Nico merchandise like pin badges or bookmarks, and snippets of magazines of Nico and Muse, a bunch of pictures she took of Nico, solo or with Muse and herself.

Nico was left speechless at the gift that obviously took more than a night to put together; indicating how Honoka's whim to give gifts on her own birthday was planned.

"I...hope you like it..." Honoka took a turn for shy, similarly with Nozomi, as she scuffled on her feet. "I kind of pasted a picture of me hugging you in the centre before I placed the other pictures... sorry if you find it embarrassing. Nico-chan could paste another picture if-"

Nico snatched the collage board from Honoka carefully, to stop the gingerhead from blabbering.

"Who said I don't like it? This is going to be hanging in my room from now on!" Nico declared, not bothering to hide the blush on her face anymore.

Honoka's confidence and happiness meter flew back to 110% at Nico's honest words. "I love you, Nico-chan." Honoka remembered to add before she left for her classroom.

"Love..?" Nico shook her head as she lifted the collage filled with love, effort and memories; Nico smiled at it.

"That idiot... It's your special day so let us make you happy instead."

.

.

.

Honoka is popular. Very popular; as expected of the girl who brought eight friends together to challenge something new and seemingly "a crazy idea" to save her school.

After the gingerhead gave her gifts to her cherished friends she loves oh-so-much, she was swamped by classmates, underclassmen, underclassmen and even teachers; each wanting to wish the bewildered Leader of Muse a happy birthday, and to give their gifts to her.

The school day passed with a whole lot of smiles, presents and well wishes (and some love confessions), Honoka was happy, happy but slightly exhausted.

The gingerhead walks out the school gates and releases a short breath of air.

"Hwah. Today sure was eventful! Exciting. And fun! Hehe~"

Honoka stretched towards the blue sky, in preparation to skip home-

"WAHH! N-Nozomi-chan!"

Honoka whined and shook in protest to break free from the purplenette's washi-washi hold.

Nozomi giggled. "Hm-hm~ You were wide open, Honoka-chan~"

"That doesn't mean you should..." Honoka couldn't quite bring herself to say the words 'grope me', and she trailed off, her face red from embarrassment, especially since her senior's hands are still on her breasts.

"I shouldn't what~? Mm, Honoka-chan~" Nozomi teased as she gave her captive's growing chest another squeeze, eliciting a whine from the gingerhead.

"Let me go, Nozomi-chan..."

Nozomi relented; she didn't mean to make Honoka cry, and a teary-eyed Honoka pouting at her was a bit too potent to even to the usually unfazed Spiritual Mother of Muse.

"Sorry 'bout that, Honoka-chan~ my mission is to bring you to my house actually~ not too much on the washi-washi~"

Nozomi grinned with her eyes closed to hide how flustered she was feeling from the very cute display Honoka was presenting.

"To Nozomi-chan's house?"

Honoka straightened her back and tilted her head to a side, not understanding why she needs to go to Nozomi's house.

"Yes, silly. For your birthday party." Nozomi started walking towards her house.

"Oh! Well, no one told me... or reminded me... was I informed?" Honoka jogged to catch up with Nozomi.

"There was a golden invitation letter in your locker, but was probably missed out, along with all your other gifts~"

"Eh?! Really? I'm sorry for not noticing!" Honoka was wide eyed, and couldn't believe she almost missed out on her own birthday party with her friends.

"Who knows~" Nozomi giggled suspiciously.

"Eh? What's that supposed to mean? Nozomi-chan~!" Honoka whined cutely for part way of the walk to Nozomi's house until she came to a conclusion that Nozomi was probably just joking with her about the golden envelope.

The moment Nozomi opens her front door; the two were met with happy chatter, mouth-watering aroma of Nico in the kitchen cooking and warm smiles of their friends.

"Wow~ This is too much! You guys didn't had to go so far for me..."

Honoka had pink tinting her cheeks as she took in the birthday decor setup in her senior's apartment – happy coloured balloons (red, orange, yellow) floating around or stuck to the walls, along side a happy birthday banner that was definitely designed and drawn by Muse's designer herself as she saw the all too familiar illustration of herself in the center, the rest of Muse located on different parts.

Nozomi's dining table was already filled with plates, bowls and trays of food; most definitely whipped up by Nico the number one cook, and desserts; high chance was single-handedly baked by Kotori yet again. Honoka didn't miss out on the rice balls though; no doubt that Hanayo played a part in that.

"Honoka-chan."

"Honoka."

Honoka was tearing up again for an entirely different reason; she was greatly touched by her friends efforts for her, and she quickly used the back of her hand to wipe the appearing tears when they called her name.

"We want to do this for you, Honoka." Eli emphasized the genuine desire to give Honoka an unforgettable and heartfelt birthday.

Watering ocean blue locked eyes with soft light blue, and Honoka felt tears incoming again; what did she do to deserve the attention of all these wonderful friends?

"I don't know what to say..."

Kotori approached Honoka with a handkerchief as she dabbed gently away her best friend's tears.

"You don't have to say anything, Honoka-chan."

"Thank you...Kotori-chan..." Honoka breathed strongly from her nose.

"Yeah, you can be thankful. But we are here wondering if this is enough, because of you trying to one-up us this morning, Honoka!"

Nico gestured at the entire house with mock anger; Nico is more than over the moon from Honoka's surprise gift, and is quite confident that the party they planned is flawless.

"I'm...sorry?" Honoka seeked forgiveness from the petite third year.

"You don't have to be. Sheesh. Stop crying and enjoy the party, okay? You have to finish all the food I cooked. And we have two cakes!"

Nico shook her head with a blissful smile.

"Eh? Two cakes?" Honoka composed herself and asked.

Kotori giggled and the gingerhead look over to her childhood friend for answers.

"I baked a strawberry shortcake for Honoka-chan's birthday. And you gave me a cheesecake this morning, Honoka-chan."

"Oh...Well, the cheesecake is meant for you, Kotori-chan." Honoka grinned at the blushing ash-brunette who shook her head.

"I want to share with everyone."

"Well! Everyone is eating all together anyways! Let's party!" Honoka cheered, and it didn't take long for the rest to join in.

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"Wahh! Top grade rice really tastes different! From the texture, to the sweetness, to the stickiness..."

Hanayo begun a long speech as she gushed about the top grade rice Honoka gave her, and she asked Nico to use to cook for everyone.

Honoka chuckles as she took a bite of the rice ball Kotori offered to feed her; happy to have made Hanayo that happy.

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Soon, they decide to bring the birthday cakes out to sing happy birthday to Honoka and eat some cake before they get too full.

"Hehe~ Having two birthday cakes feels really special!" Honoka giggles happily, she felt like poking the cakes to steal a taste, but Kotori was there to take the laughing gingerhead's pointer finger away before it touched the cake.

Maki clears her throat and silence followed as all eyes landed on the redhead; Maki twirled her hair out of habit.

"Honoka..."

Hesitant violet met excited and patient cerulean; Maki smiles, feeling more confident.

"I made a disc filled with me playing the piano since you say that you like my piano playing so much-"

"The best!" Honoka chimed with a broad smile.

"And...We got together to record a 'Happy Birthday' song for you, accompanied with my piano. Um, this is for you."

Maki quickly hit the play button before it got any more awkward, and everyone begun clapping as they sang 'Happy Birthday' to Honoka.

"Aww man. This is..This is..."

Honoka was so overwhelmed with emotions and feelings from the piano playing, the recording, and the actual live singing from her friends all around her, she felt like crying tears of joy again.

"Make a wish and blow the candles, Honoka."

Umi instructed in a soft, gentle and understanding tone, giving Honoka's shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

Honoka nodded and shut her eyes, bringing her hands together in a prayer as she made her wish.

"I wish to celebrate our birthdays together, year after year after year after year, forever! Even when we're white haired grandmas!"

Honoka opened her eyes and blew out the candles, her permanent smile widening.

"I love you all!" Honoka exclaimed, running around to give everyone heartfelt hugs once more.

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"Hey, what's Umi's gift to Honoka?" Nico asks pointedly as she took a bite of the cheesecake Honoka baked, having already finished a slice of strawberry shortcake.

Umi looks over to an expectant Honoka, and the lyricist grins.

"My gift to Honoka is..."

"Is..?" Honoka's eyes sparkled in anticipation.

"To turn a blind eye to Honoka's slacking."

"Ehh~" Honoka whined.

"Once."

"Only once?!" Honoka couldn't take it as she shook Umi's shoulders in disbelief; the bluenette just laughed softly at Honoka's unimpressed face, and the rest laughed along, not expecting Umi's answer.

"What about you, Rin?"

Maki asked after lots of laughing.

Rin bounced to her feet, and ran to her bag and back to the birthday girl.

"I got Honoka-chan some cat ears!"

Honoka laughed and gladly accepted the cat-ears, apparently they were wired to be able to sense the user's emotions and the ears will move accordingly; such as droop if she's feeling sad.

"Aww~ These are really cute and fun! Thank you, Rin-chan!"

"Nya nya nya!" Rin exclaimed happily. "Rin will be Honoka-chan's pet cat for the rest of the party too~"

Rin rubbed her head against Honoka's thighs, eliciting a happy chortle from the gingerhead.

"I got a really adorable cat!" Honoka tickled Rin's chin as a show of appreciation which Rin purred happily to.

"How about Elichi~?" Nozomi grinned knowingly at the blonde, Eli shook her head as she beckoned for Honoka to go over to her.

"Eli-chan?"

"This is for you, Honoka. Take it as our graduation gift too."

Eli passes her green bowtie to Honoka; a memento of a third year, and student council president since it's from Eli.

Honoka fought the urge to be emotional again as she hastily removed her own red one to put Eli's green bowtie on.

"Now I'm everybody's senpai!" Honoka had her hand to her hips, expecting someone to play along, but no one addressed her by 'Honoka-senpai', instead the room was filled with happy laughter yet again.

Honoka pouted for a moment before joining in the laughing. This is how Muse is after all – no senpai-kouhai relationship; Muse is a family.

Honoka was gifted a smile filled, joy filled birthday spent with her family, and she couldn't wait for the next.

  Author Notes

:'D Happy Birthday Honoka. X'D

I hope everyone will keep loving Honoka, and enjoyed this story, and received the smiles Honoka and I wanted to share with everyone. *O*

Wow, it's 3am now. -chuckles- Time to dream of Honoka! X'D

Leave a comment if you like~ And keep~ smiling! X'D

[askmyboys]

Anthony and Grayson

Warning before you read! TWs: nothing directly is mentioned but i will say there’s heavy undertones of some kinda physical abuse, death mentioned as well, alcohol mentions, panic/anxiety attack mentions, and tbh deep topics n bad shit in general so if any of this kinda stuff bothers you i don’t recommend reading bout em

The lads are NOT alright here :/

| Names: Anthony and Grayson

| Nicknames: Ant/Anth (there is a certain thing he could be called but, you might trigger something for him then but aha I’ll go ahead n drop what it was… ‘My precious little flower’) and for Grayson, they only have one nickname people could call them, its Gray ofc- but there was o n e particular person that called them Grays but now that brings up b a d memories and r e g r e t s :)

| Gender: Anthony goes by he/him and they/them! and Grayson just goes by he/him

| Ages: Both their ages are N/A

| Heights: Anthony is 5’3” and Grayson is 6’7”

| Species/Race: Anthony’s a human and technically Grayson is but he’s got superhuman powers, he- well, Gray would NEVER call himself a superhero again not after the horrible thing he did ...but I won’t spoil what that is yet

| Occupation: Anthony actually owns a flower shop in the Luxport City and Grayson is technically unemployed but trust me- in his days of superheroing he made a good enough amount to not worry.

| Hair Colors: Ant’s hair is an auburn color and it’s a very messy curly undercut and Grayson dyed his hair black and it’s a mess- more messy than Ant’s ever could be- its like he barely combs it (its curly but god its a r a t nest of hair)

| Eye Colors: Anth’s left eye is a light and soft brown color meanwhile the right eye is clouded over, he can’t see too much out of that eye so he usually wears an eyepatch with a sunflower for the design on it and Grayson’s eye color used to be a near legit Sparkling Sapphire Blue but now its just dull and ironically enough gray (he’s also got REALLY bad dark circles under his eyes as well as them being pretty damn bloodshot like he barely sleeps anymore)

| Skin Colors/Body Types: Ant is extremely pale- like GHOSTLY pale actually, he looks fucking d e a d in that regard- he’s also pretty skinny too- not to the point where it looks like its harmful but he’s just a skinny lad- and Grayson’s pale too but not AS bad as Ant is and his body type is fairly average- no muscular body or anything really, just, average.

| Appearances: Before I get into details, Ant doesn’t really have a circle beard while Grayson does- alrighty- so let’s start off with good ol’ Anthony! He wears a long sleeved yellow and white striped sweater along with yellow pajama pants that have MANY flower designs over it, he wears blue jean overalls with a Coreopsis flower design on the pocket in the middle, he also wears light up yellow and white sneakers with flower designs all over it as well, he has a good few scars but most of them are covered by his clothes BUT…

There are two special markings that always seems new- it never fades- it’s ALWAYS that god awful red color- One over his right eye and then one on the right side of his cheek, it's in the shape of a fist actually but Ant seems to have no memory of it whatsoever, he doesn’t even seem bothered by it- it doesn’t hurt him, hell- he doesn’t even know what the mark is anyways! So it doesn’t matter! If it doesn’t hurt him or cause him any trouble/health issues then it's whatever! Another thing he has, he has a bandaid over the bridge of his nose- ofc its yellow and has all kinds of flower designs on it and even though most of his other non prominent scars/markings are hidden by his clothing just for another smaller detail- he has a LOT of those bandaids over them actually, he likes the feeling of bandaids in general, it feels comforting to him.

| Personality: Grayson used to be pretty strict, righteous, stern, and all those fun things- He used to be everything a Hero SHOULD be both inside and out, and even though he was pretty strict and stern with a lot of things he still had an aura of sweetness, kindness, caring, and compassion to him, he used to be so protective of everyone- There wasn’t a mean bone in his body to be honest even if sometimes his strictness and stern attitude could make him seem a bit harsh- he tried not to be TOO bad, he really did actually- He never wanted anyone to be afraid of him and he still doesn’t- but now? His attitude has changed entirely, he’s not strict nor stern nor even righteous anymore- He’s not a fucking hero, don’t even DARE call him that anymore- Nobody but him knows what happened that night… As of now he’s MUCH more reserved and quiet, not caring about anything/anyone ESPECIALLY not himself, he doesn’t even take good care of himself anymore, he’s very obviously depressed, anxious like ALL the time, hasn’t slept good in god knows how long.

He looks like he’s even haunted by something actually, he hardly EVER leaves his own home or well- might as well call it a Lair, and call him a Villain at this point- He fucking HATES himself entirely inside and outside and wishes he could just disappear and not exist anymore, he hates that people still remember him being a Hero, even though he hasn’t done anything heroic in a long time- The people still thank him, they still love him, and he h a t e s it- he wishes they’d hate HIM too… He has a pretty bad drinking problem as well too, drinking is the only way he can get to sleep at night anymore, it’s either that or on the WORST of nights he needs something like Melatonin to help him pass out, crying himself to sleep never helps anymore he’s worn that out- People do still worry about him too- but he always tells them it's nothing to worry themselves about (the reason people still love n cherish him, he did specify he was retiring and there are other heroes out there to defend them, they won’t hold no ill will against him ...Well, unless they find out his dirty little secrets eheh…)

Finally, Grayson can be VERY defensive and hostile sounding toward certain topics, if certain words are mentioned, etc- but only hostile with words/empty threats, he’ll never raise his fist again unless it’s toward himself…  it's best to just leave him alone ...and let him r o t…

Now onto Anthony! Anthony was and always will be a sweet summer child (he is an adult tho, they both are I’m just piss poor at Math and cant figure out proper ages n dumb shit) he’s got a heart of pure gold, he’s caring, kind, as sweet as can be, loving, and childish- now his childish nature can be both a pro and a con (must’ve been a con for Grays then h u h? ...Oops, I'm saying too much now but at this point I’m fairly certain you can piece together that they're tied in with each other somehow) his naivety and gullibleness can get him into serious trouble if he’s not careful… Ant hates it when someone gets angry at him or yells at him he starts going into a panic but that’s not what REALLY gets a panic/anxiety attack going for him, now if somebody raised their fist at him that’s when he literally screams bloody murder and he’ll probs trip and fall back into the nearest corner he can he’s NEVER a loud person, always soft spoken and so kind sounding but in this situation he’s screaming so loudly- screaming apologies and a name he doesn’t even know (he doesn’t know a person named that particular name! Or maybe its just his memory but i’ll get to that in a second)

He’ll scream and scream until his throat gets so raw and sore or his voice LITERALLY gives out on him and even then at that point he’ll probably faint, beforehand though- if he hasn’t fainted- (even if his voice winds up giving out) he’ll start flailing if the person who raised their fist at him starts coming closer, he’ll flail just to make sure he can keep them away- The next day though after he sleeps, he seems fine- he doesn’t even seem like he remembers that or anything that happened, maybe it’s him blocking it from his memory (lemme say, the lil accident that happened oh so long ago, he didn’t block it out himself, it was FORCED out of his head) he does seem to claim he has bad memory with certain things but he’s confident with his names and people he knows, he never forgets a face that comes into his life! (...or so he thinks) honestly? If you ask me personally, granted, I AM the creator of these boys- it’s best if he doesn’t EVER remember, with how he reacts to something as I stated back up there, god knows what’ll happen if he EVER gets that tossed back into his memory.

| Side Facts: Anthony’s a bit hard to really describe in the regards of life and death, it's like he’s in the mixture of both- except minus anything zombie like- no god awful smell of death, no decay on his body or anything exposed- just his skin being a deathly pale color but nobody seems to really question it- So I really can’t say he’s dead nor alive, he’s literally in the middle of both- He just doesn’t even know it, he’s just living normally really- Running his precious little flow- … His flower shop, he LOVES flowers- he always had back when, well- ya know- And before the accident happened as well- (I’ve decided I’m not explaining that in full detail yet, I really wanna write that story out actually, but uh anyone who ACTUALLY wants is free to theorize) Anthony loves all flowers really but if he had to pick, his top three favorites would be: The Bittersweet flower, Daisies, and finally ironically enough Forget-Me-Not flowers.

Working with flowers and everything plant wise in general really helps him feel at ease because even though I didn’t mention it, deep down he can get kinda stressed a lil easily, he does feel anxious a lot and he doesn’t even know why, sometimes anxiety just hits him like a brick but just gently running his fingers over a flower or plant seems to help keep him grounded.

He also loves music as well and he’ll sometimes sing to the plants and flowers, never for anybody else though- he’s too embarrassed to sing in front of anyone actual person, you know though, sometimes- even tho Ant can’t remember- sometimes he does feel something at the back of his mind, like there’s something important that he’s forgotten or forgetting- It’s why he sometimes writes his thoughts and certain things down but even then- Even when he’s done everything he wrote down, he still feels something but just doesn’t know what it is, and at this point he’s just learned to ignore it, whatever it is- surely if it was something THAT important he would have never forgotten in the first place.

I should also say Grayson doesn’t live in Luxport City anymore, ever since that one day he moved far away from there (so no, Gray n Ant have no contact and honestly, well- even tho Gray remembers Ant EXTREMELY well he doesn’t know he’s,, well… “alive” he doesn't know he’s walking around but it's for the best, these two should never come in contact with each other- god knows what’d happen) but now, Grayson- unlike Ant is HORRIBLY miserable likewise, he has nothing he does but sit in his den all day- he only goes out when ABSOLUTELY necessary- to buy some food or alcohol mostly, he doesn’t know why he buys himself food- he doesn’t deserve to eat anything- after all he DOES wanna rot away- his guilt and regret at this point is eating away at him- it’s probably going to be his downfall one day tbh.

Even though he does want everyone to hate him or something like that, he DOESN’T… necessarily want them finding out the horrible truth, he doesn’t necessarily want his secret to be exposed, he’s so scared of it being found out ...but ya know, that’s ONE good thing I can say about Gray here, he doesn’t keep trying to uphold a hero act, he doesn’t keep trying to be a hero- he coulda just went on and continued trying to be righteous and teach right from wrongs, etc- He coulda kept being a Hero but he hasn’t, and he fucking hates that word being used to describe himself, so that’s one nice thing and the only nice thing I can say about him.