#I can't deal with P.E

[sewing-needle-anon]

Ugh.

I don't want to be in P.E.

I'll rather die.

I hate sports and I currently feel horrible.

[y1ling-laozu]

Trollhunter Claire except there is a misunderstanding and the antagonists still think Jim is the trollhunter

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Strickler, after seeing the amulet on Jim’s bag: 😨

Jim who retrieved the amulet from the teacher's office after coach Lawrence took it from Claire during P.E. because he wants an excuse to talk to his crush: Bye Mr. Strickler 😊

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Bular, seeing Claire in armor and being confused for 0.2 seconds because he was told that the trollhunter was a boy and that looks like a girl but also humans are weird and he can't bring himself to care about them and their gender:

Bular: JIM LAKE JUNIOR

Claire being so confused about this BEAST suddenly yelling what she's pretty sure is the name of one of her classmates that she forgets to keep running for her life: Huh??

Blinky: young lady Claire, if you care about your life even one bit, PLEASE KEEP RUNNING

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Claire being smart and hiding her face while breaking into the museum so that nobody is able to see her, so no one knows that she's the trollhunter yet.

Nomura, finally getting away from the goblins and immediately seeing Jim and Toby walking on the street: THIEVES!!!!!

Jim and Toby: Where? 😮

Jim and Toby:

Jim and Toby: US???

(They still get the police called on them and Jim gets grounded because Barbara thinks that not only did he break the law, he is also lying to her face)

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Claire after confirming for 13735468656th time that Jim isn’t a changeling: Why does Bular know his name???

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NotEnrique, seeing Claire with the amulet, knowing damn well that's not fucking Jim Lake jr: Well, that’s going to be a problem.

NotEnrique: Not mine to deal with though, I wonder how long it will take them to realize that she is the trollhunter.

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Jim: *sigh* another dull birthday.

-15 minutes later-

The Stalkling:

Jim: WHAT THE FUCK IS THATTTT????

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Claire after Bular called her young Atlas, knowing that Strickler calls Jim that, and now realizing that A. Strickler is a changeling and B. They think Jim is the trollhunter: 😧

Bular, who still thinks this is Jim Lake jr, assuming that her reaction was only the realization of Strickler being a changeling: nailed it.

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Strickler: I know.

Jim: You know what...?

Strickler: I know you know.

Jim: What??

Strickler: You didn't know I knew, but now you know. I know.

Jim: ???

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Jim: Mom I don't like him, you should stop seeing him, he freaks me out.

Barbara turning and walking away: Jim I really expected better from you, I'm disappointed.

Jim: Mom he was mean to me every time you left the table 🙁

Barbara immediately turning back to Jim: he was WHAT

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Strickler, after Barbara almost fought him, threatened to take his spleen?? And made him apologize to Jim for making him feel threatened: Well played trollhunter, well played...

Jim: Hm?

Strickler: Nothing, Young Atlas, nothing at all...

Jim: Okay...

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I just think it would be really funny (read: devastating) if Jim always suffered because of the trollhunter mantle even when he has NOTHING to do with it 😭

Also Claire is a very protective character, so realizing that someone else has been getting hurt because of something related to her would be devastating for her

What do you mean Jim has been getting hurt because people thought he was Claire? WHAT DO YOU MEAN HER AMAZING SWEET ROMEO ALMOST DIED DURING HIS BIRTHDAY BECAUSE SOMEONE SENT HIM A STALKLING THINKING HE WAS CLAIRE???

I think it would actually break her heart with guilt, especially after realizing she has feelings for him

[mysteryshoptls]

R Cater Diamond - P.E. Uniform Vignette

"You traitor!"

[Sports Field]

[tup, tup, tup]

Cater: Maaan, this is the worst～ Why'd we gotta run 10 laps around the campus?

Trey: Well, we don't really have a choice, do we? It's P.E. class.

Trey: Besides, we're already halfway done. Come on, Cater. Let's go, just 5 more laps.

Cater: You say already halfway, I say only! This sucks, it's no fun at all, and I smell terrible… It's nothing but the pits!

Trey: Okay, then I'm heading on ahead.

Cater: Nooo! Weren't we gonna run together all the way to the goal?

Trey: It's not like number of laps will decrease just by complaining about it, right? So I just want to get it over with as quick as possible. See ya!

Cater: Trey-kun, you traitor～～～!!

[tup, tup, tup]

Cater: He seriously left me behind. I bet he's the type to try to finish all his homework on the first day of the holidays, too.

Cater: I'm only 18 once, y'know. I wanna just whiz by all the lame stuff without dealing with 'em.

Cater: How can I… Oh yeah! I can totally do that thing. Now, that's great idea that only I can pull off!

Cater: I only have 5 laps left… So that basically means I just need to cross the finish line 5 more times.

Cater: Sooo～

Cater: If I use my unique magic to create a buncha copies, it'll be easy peasy lemon squeezy!

Cater: Doesn't look like Vargas-sensei's paying any attention right now, either. Okay then, here we go!

Cater: I am him and he is another.

Cater: Split Card!

[poof! poof! poof! poof!]

CaterB: Hey, me, great idea ♪

CaterC: Wonderful plan, me ♪

CaterD: You're so smart, me ♪

CaterE: Hey, me, good job ♪

Cater: Thanks, everyone. So now, I'm gonna ask you all to each jog a single lap!

Cater: What'll that mean for us? Basically, we'll be able to finish running the 5 laps around the campus grounds lickety-split!

CaterB: Got it! Then, I'll go first!

Caters: See ya～♪

[tup, tup, tup]

Cater: Good luck, me number one～ First one's at the goal! Now there's 4 left.

CaterC: Time for number two to head out!

[tup, tup, tup]

Cater: Good, it's going great. Even if it's hard for one person to run 5 laps, running them with 5 people is cake.

Cater: Alright, let's keep this up and knock the last three laps out!

CaterD/CaterE: Yeah!

Cater: That's the fourth me at the goal! Now it's just up to the real me to do the last lap. Here I g…

Riddle: You seem to be in a good mood, Cater. I thought you hated P.E.?

Cater: !! …Riddle-kun!? We're in different grades, why are you here on the sports field?

Riddle: Class 2-E has flight classes today. I was watching you from the sky.

Cater: Is that right… I woulda loved to get a snap of you flyin' the heck out of those brooms and throw it up on Magicam～ ...Haha…

Riddle: I'm not here to talk about me. I'm more curious to ask why I saw five of you on the campus grounds?

Cater: Urk!! Uh, you know, that's just… an optical illusion. You were just flying so fast that you must've been seeing things.

Riddle: …Really, now?

Cater: You're really amazing when you're zooming around. Plus, you just look cute overall, so you're like a butterfly!

Trey: Give it up, Cater. There's no way you'll be able to pull one over on Riddle.

Cater: Urk, Trey-kun…!

Riddle: Using your unique magic during class is against the school rules. I would have never expected to see a Heartslabyul student to do such a thing.

Riddle: I shall be reporting this to Vargas-sensei.

Cater: Wait, anything but that…!

Riddle: You're very fortunate, Cater.

Riddle: If it had been one of our dorm rules you had broken, it would have been off with your head without hesitation.

Cater: [huff… gasp… wheeze…]

Cater: Goal! I can't believe I had to run all ten laps all over again as punishment for trying to skirt it. That was way overboard!!

Trey: Here's a towel. Well done, you did it. Although, it kinda was all your fault in the first place.

Cater: Ah, you traitor! Aren't we supposed to be buds!?

Trey: That's why I did what I did. If you lied to Riddle, you would've been in worse trouble later on.

Trey: Besides, I'm the Vice Housewarden. That makes me the Housewarden's strongest ally.

Cater: See, you totally betrayed me… Ugh, I'm gonna transfer dorms!!

Requested by @farfalla049.

[mixedupmelody]

developed

notes: written as a request from here!

contains: kenny mccormick x female reader, craig tucker x female reader, clyde donovan x female reader

characters: kenny, craig, clyde

warnings: suggestive theming, brief nsfw on kenny's part bc he's a pervert, in depth description of the reader having a large chest/thick thighs, aged up characters

. ☁️ .

your teachers saw you as nothing but trouble. it'd be impossible for you to have any other reputation— being held back twice doesn't look great, no matter how good you were for the school's sports teams. not only that, but you were a distraction to the other sophmores in your class!

꒰ kenny. ꒱

kenny had seen you around school.

and when i say he's seen you, i mean he's taken many good, long looks of you. ever since the start of the year, when he met you in his P.E. class.

he's such a perv. he'll sit on the sidelines, watching your boobs as you run

he stares at you. a lot

he gets hot under his parka, wanting nothing more than to run his hands over your thick thighs

he makes comments and jokes to his friends about your body whenever the conversation arises

and god, he loves watching you stretch during warmups.

you could ask him to do literally anything and he'll nod his head dumbly because he's too focused on your body

꒰ craig. ꒱

another starer! but he isn't really staring at your body, more so just. doing a good look because you look very different from the other girls in his class

he accidentally memorized everything about your appearance since he's stared at you for so long. you've caught him a few times, but couldn't tell what he's thinking with that blank face of his

he bumped into you once in the hallways, accidentally pressing against your body and that gave him the exposure therapy to talk to you that the other boys didn't get

you don't intimidate him as much as you do the other guys.

you could maybe get a reaction out of him if you wore something form fitting to school. maybe. if in being real, his eyes might widen a little as he stares down your curves, but that's about it

he has probably made a comment to your face about your ass. just. out of nowhere. he hopes you appreciate his bluntness.

꒰ clyde. ꒱

clyde can't help but feel bad for how the guys treat you

he thinks you're gorgeous, and shouldn't have to deal with all the comments made about your body! he speaks on your behalf when he hears anyone talk about how they'd want to get with you

this doesn't keep him from checking you out

he feels horrible about it, but he can't help it! his eyes are just drawn to you

if he ever gets a surge of confidence he might try and flirt with you, but your confidence and aggressive nature freaks him out a little

he tends to enjoy the view from afar

[repo-net]

How do you think Nagisa would react if the other warriors were the mastermind instead of Monaca

Oooh, that's a fun question. Thanks for submitting it, anon!

I'm going to assume that you mean if any of three other WoH had Monaca's ideals and goals rather than the pickle herself? I've actually never given this one much thought until you submitted it, but I'm always down to explore/give my own take on Nagisa's relationships with the other three kiddos.

To generalize the points I'll make, I think the one thing that'll stick with Nagisa finding out that Masaru/Jataro/Kotoko was pulling the strings is that he'd be able to stand his ground much, much better than how he took it when Monaca revealed her true motives, and he'd likely be able to keep himself composed; at least until the matter of expectations gets brought up.

Although Nagisa loves those three dearly and would put himself in danger before letting any of them get harmed, Monaca was a special attachment that he had. I've said this in previous posts, but I do think Nagisa's kind of had a hunch that there's something wrong with Monaca, and one reason why becoming leader meant so much to him is that maybe with that authority he can convince her to get to a paradise without like, committing a full-blown genocide.

I'll surrender that It's a little hard to imagine the three of them actually having it in them to lead something as diabolical as Monaca's plans, but maybe my imagination just isn't wild enough, eheh.

For the sake of storytelling, I think how this would play out in terms of the other Warriors getting sic'ed would be:

Chapters 1-2 are occupied by the two from Masaru/Jataro/Kotoko that aren't the mastermind, while Nagisa takes the lead in Chapter 3 and tries to deal with Komaru and Toko before realizing that he can't beat them, so Chapter 4 starts off with him as usual - trying to get both of them to leave Towa City before the eventual confrontation with one of the three other WoH being the mastermind. As for where Monaca would fit into all this, uhh. No clue. But she isn't really an important factor in this post.

Individually though, Nagisa's reactions to the three other Warriors being masterminds...

Masaru

More than anything, he's actually shocked. Masaru being the one is what would take him off guard the most. While Monaca broke him; it was because he repressed/denied the possibility because he wanted to believe he could trust her. This is an option he never accounted for, and it's because Nagisa thinks Masaru would be too much of a dunce to pull something like this off.

The initial reaction would be something akin to dismissal, before realizing 'oh shit, he's actually serious?'. That's when the anger kicks in. Not so much fear, but just pure vexation at the fact that he of all people thought that something as insane as creating a second Junko would be a good idea.

Nagisa'll threaten Masaru that he'll tell on Monaca, but Masaru at this point likely doesn't care. This version of Masaru likely rules through power and would probably just bullrush through his enemies to get his way. I could honestly believe in the idea that he'd be cruel enough to show Komaru her parents' corpses in a similar fashion to how the pickle did it. (Actually, all three of them should be able to...)

This Nagisa would probably want to throw hands with Masaru because his opinion on Masaru already isn't the greatest and he gets annoyed by him pretty easily; but having a reason to go from 'well he's kind of annoying but he's still a good friend to me' to actually hating him - it's a transition that gives Nagisa motivation to actually fight back. Though he'll probably realize soon enough that trying to hurt a P.E kid when the one thing you flunked in school is P.E would be a terrible idea...

Though self-doubt issues would surface, Nagisa would find it easier to deny Masaru's taunts and telling him that nobody expects anything from him in comparison to being told the same ideas by Monaca. This version of Nagisa likely makes it past Chapter 4 because he runs off to Monaca. Kotoko and Jataro are absent here, so Monaca and Nagisa would probably alarm Tokomaru about what's about to go down.

Jataro

"He was always kind of strange, but to think that this is what he had in mind all along...?" - That's what would settle in. Unlike with Masaru's reveal, Jataro's would make Nagisa put things into perspective for a bit as he realizes that maybe all those gross things Jataro told him were his actual thoughts and not just ways to get Nagisa to hate him.

Heck, I think he'd genuinely be wondering at first if this is just another one of Jataro's ways to get Nagisa to hate him, because Nagisa's aware enough to realize that Jataro might think Nagisa doesn't hate him unlike the other Warriors because he's been far more patient with him and doesn't pick on Jataro.

This one would have a much softer Nagisa - he'd ask if any of the other Warriors have been going overboard with their teasing/bullying and that's what's making Jataro act out like this. Even when he's already showing himself off to be evil, Nagisa would still be concerned for mask boy's well-being.

(Actually, that could be a motive for why a MM!Jataro would want to pursue a second gen Junko, no? Maybe because Junko was the only one who seemed to care for him/give him what he really wants, and now Jataro wants to have something akin to that now that Junko's gone.)

Eventually, Nagisa'll realize that Jataro's a lost cause and he'll turn his back on him. With Masaru and Kotoko absent from the Warriors here; he again tells on Monaca - but as strange as it may sound, I think Jataro would be much more eager to go after Nagisa and make sure he doesn't ruin his plans than Masaru. Nagisa still seeming to harbor some sort of pity instead of hatred towards Jataro would push the latter over the edge and he might just finish the job himself. Though of course, all of this is just speculation on my end.

Kotoko

All the masks finally come off here. And out of all three - Nagisa would be pretty quick to believe in the idea that Kotoko was puppeting the strings all along. This is less because of an inherent bias against her, thinking that she's always been evil; but rather that if anyone had the capacity to be so violently cruel, it'd be the one who's been an actress since she was born.

I feel as though the sequence of events that would play out are pretty similar to how it goes down with Monaca, and that's because Kotoko would know how to push all the buttons to set Nagisa off, and she already has the attitude/malice to pull it off if she were a much darker character than her canon self.

Since Kotoko knows how to push Nagisa over the edge and break him like Monaca did in canon; Nagisa's reaction here mirrors how he is in UDG proper - utterly defeated, but this time it's because Kotoko would taunt him, telling him that nobody would ever believe him if he tried to snitch on her, because who would trust the smart, calculating Nagisa over sweet, innocent Kotoko, right?

She'd also be able to lure Nagisa into doing her bidding in a similar fashion to Nagisa's - Nagisa doesn't have it in him to hurt Kotoko and she's fully aware of Monaca's crush on Nagisa; but instead of childishly teasing him over it, it's using it against him - maybe something along the lines of threating to harm Monaca if Nagisa tries to tell her/betray Kotoko.

Because of that, Nagisa's fate here is likely the same as it is in UDG. Gets 'crushed' by a robot at the end, never to be seen again.

[elizaditton]

Too Small To Be Afraid (Chapter 16)

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A/N & T/W: Hey guys, just as a heads up I wanted to let you know that this chapter contains an intrusive daydream of Kaylin's that may be uncomfortable or traumatic for some of my readers. It deals with food and the idea of humans and pertheans eating together. I wanted to convey how this makes Kaylin uncomfortable without making my readers uncomfortable. I've thought a lot about what I've written and I don't believe I've crossed any lines, but for those like me who like G/t but struggle with the idea of food or sharing a meal in that context (and of course, the fears associated with that), the content may be uncomfortable to read. I just want to make it clear that my content does not and never will contain fetish material. My writing will always be safe for work content as I strive to please God in all I do. With that being said, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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It was only about a month ago that Dad and I packed our bags and moved half way across Koronia, and now it's already Rosan. At first, I wasn't expecting much from my dad's hometown, but I've been blown away with how much has happened since we arrived in Chancelor. I wasn't expecting to be forced into attending a deskmate school, and I certainly wasn't thinking I'd ever become friends with a perthean. I always worried about what would happen if a perthean found out about my fear, but never in a million years would I have ever predicted that one would actually want to help me overcome it!

Derrick and I have met up after school a few times now, and although these meetups have been helping me a little, I'm still not sure what my deskmate has in mind for us in the long run. Surely there's more to this than practicing eye contact and learning how to step onto a perthean's palm without falling over.

I think through what could possibly be next as Brittney and I make the trek from the cafeteria back to the pickup area.

"I really wish we could all just have our lunch together, you know?" Brittney says with a huff, interrupting my thoughts.

"What?! What makes you say that?" I ask, my heart skipping a beat at her suggestion as I desperately try to keep my mind from forming any pictures of sharing a lunch table with pertheans.

"It's just... we'd have so much more time to hang out as a group if we had our lunch together! Since this school is so focused on getting humans and pertheans to get along, you'd think they'd want us to have meals together, right?"

I hadn't thought about it before, but I guess what Brittney's saying makes sense. I was surprised when I first found out I wouldn't be sharing Physical Education or lunch periods with my deskmate, but in my relief, I decided not to question it. I suppose separating for P.E. makes sense since it's not a good idea to mix humans and pertheans for strenuous activities like exercise, but what about lunch period?

"Come to think of it," I start, a part of me curious to know and another part of me fearing the answer, "why do we separate for lunch period, anyway?"

Brittney's eyes narrow as she looks away, her lips pouting.

"It's all that Steven's fault!" she says.

I blink. "Steven? Who's Steven?"

"Soaring Steven, back in the twenties. Lunch period was shared here until he had his deskmate throw him across the cafeteria to see if one of their friends could catch him. Landed in a girl's soup and even broke some bones in the process," Brittney says.

I shudder at the realization that humans are light enough to pertheans to be thrown across a room by them. Not only that, but we're small enough to swim in their soup, too! I'm relieved that I don't have to suffer through a shared lunch period with my deskmate, but I can't stop myself from shaking at the idea.

I turn from side to side only to realize that I'm surrounded by mountains of colossal foods stacked much taller than I am with no way of escape. I spin around to face a wall of green fabric that I trace up, up, and up to my deskmate's enormous face. He ravenously gorges himself on nearly half of the sandwich in his hand—tearing off a hunk bigger than me—and thoughtfully chews his meal, his eyes locked with mine. My legs tremble beneath me as I stumble backwards, my eyes darting anywhere but the sight in front of me. This isn't happening.

As I continue to inch away from the perthean in front of me one of my feet makes contact with a thick metal prong, causing me to let out a yelp as I fall flat on my back. Lightheaded and out of breath, I sit up and discover the object was one of the tines on a huge fork.

A massive digit rests under my chin and leads my gaze back to the tall perthean boy in front of me. He gulps down the rest of his sandwich while his big blue eyes scrutinize my fallen form.

"Kaylin," he chuckles. "You're so... tiny, you know that?"

I stare into those massive blue orbs of his as blood rushes to my cheeks, making my ears hot. Anxiety floods my nervous system leaving me incapable of doing anything but quiver where I sit.

Tiny...?

"Anyway," Brittney says, interrupting my thoughts again, "after that incident... the school decided it would be best for deskmates to have 'less time for shenanigans' or something like that. If you ask me, they shouldn't have punished the whole school for a couple of students' idiocy!"

I stare down at my quaking hands. Tears prick the edges of my glazed eyes, and one or two trail down my face. I try to steady my breathing, but my lungs begin to take in more and more air at an increasing rate.

"Hey," Brittney says, turning to me. "Kaylin, are you—"

WHAM!

Something crashes into Brittney and I, interrupting our conversation and sending us both to the floor along with the contents of our open bookbags.

"Hey! What's the big idea?!" Brittney says, dusting herself off as she sits up.

"I-I'm sorry, I couldn't—" utters a boy on the floor in front of us. He coughs, lowering the tone of his voice. "I mean, it was an accident."

Brittney sighs. "That's okay. Here, let me help you with your books."

"Th-that won't be necessary." The boy says, brushing his black hair away from his green eyes before scrambling to pick up his books.

I rub my head, which throbs from the impact with the boy. I blink a few times, staring at him. He's familiar to me, but I'm not sure why.

"Hey, wait a minute," I start, remembering my encounter with that boy from my apartment last week. "Aren't you—"

The boy looks to me, eyes wide, and shakes his head vigorously. He grabs the rest of his books from the floor and stands, running off to the balcony without another word.

"Ugh! Rude! And hasn't he ever heard of a bookbag?" Brittney grumbles. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I say, picking up Brittney's Algebra textbook and passing it to her.

"The nerve of that guy! 'That won't be necessary...' just who does he think he is bumping into people and then running off like that?"

As Brittney passes me my Koronian and Biology textbooks, I can't help but wonder why Sam was in such a hurry to get away from us. He's run away from me twice now, which I find a little odd. And why wasn't he wearing his glasses? He probably could have avoided bumping into us if he had worn them.

"Hey, what's this?" Brittney says, picking up my sketchbook and flipping through the pages.

My heart sinks heavily in my chest. I've never let anyone look through my sketchbook before! Most of the drawings in there are unfinished sketches, many of which I never ended up being happy with, and none of which I feel too excited about sharing. But as Brittney flips through the pages, her eyes widen in awe with every new piece of artwork she lays eyes on.

"You made these? They're incredible!" Brittney exclaims.

"They're not that great, really." I say, reaching for the sketchbook.

Just as I'm about to take the book away from Brittney, she lets out a big gasp and turns the interior toward me. On the pages are two nearly completed sketches of Captain Tristen and Merlot from Stranded, respectively. They're old drawings, and not ones I'm particularly proud of. My insides convulse and cringe as I'm met with the sight of improper foreshortening and all sorts of rushed, sloppy details.

"You draw Stranded?! You know this is my favorite show ever, right?!"

Brittney babbles on elatedly and at a rate I find myself straining to keep up with. I can hardly make out what she's saying, but from what I can tell she's gushing about some recent revelations about Merlot and how she was able to predict them in her fanfic.

"Anyway, here! See? This is my cover!" Brittney says, pulling out her phone and swiping to Splosion. She shoves her phone into my hands to reveal the cover for 'Jack And Merlot: A Frame Of Mind,' which consists of a crude doodle of the titular duo holding hands.

"Oh, um... cute!" I respond, my mind still struggling to process what she's going on about.

"Do you think you could draw me a new cover?" Brittney blurts out, her hands clenched excitedly.

"I-I don't know... wouldn't it be put online for anyone to see?" I ask, the idea of strangers seeing my art making my insides flip.

"Well, yeah, but they don't have to know who drew it unless you want them to!" Brittney responds, folding her hands together and pleading with her big brown eyes. "Come on! Pleaaase? Your art is so good!"

I think for a moment as I look into Brittney's unrelenting puppy eyes. I guess it wouldn't hurt to draw her a picture for her story, especially if no one has to know I'm the artist.

"Sure," I finally answer.

"Yippee!" Brittney exclaims, jumping up and down like a little kid.

"Come on," I say, handing Brittney's phone back to her and taking back my sketchbook. "We're going to be late for sixth period!"

"Oh! Right!"

Brittney turns and hurries down the hall to the balcony. Before following after her, I quickly flip through my sketchbook and land on a page with a finished sketch of a perthean boy and a human girl laughing together under a cherry tree. My cheeks redden when I lay eyes on it and my insides flip around again. I let out a sigh, relieved that Brittney didn't get this far into the book.

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"So!" Brittney exclaims from the balcony, her hands secured on the railing as she beams up at my deskmate. "Your birthday! What do you have planned?!"

Derrick rubs the back of his head, grinning sheepishly. "I didn't exactly plan anything."

"Come on," Brittney says, "there has to be something you'd like to do on your special day! Can't you think of anything?"

Derrick places a hand under his chin and closes his eyes, thinking for a moment. "Well, I won't be home until around five, since I have... an appointment."

Kevin looks up from his phone. "You made an appointment on your birthday? What for?"

"I— well, yeah. It's a... doctor's appointment. I forgot to reschedule," my deskmate says, glancing in my direction. "But if you guys want to come over to my house at 5:30 or so, we could hang out? Maybe play some games?"

"I'm in!" Brittney hollers, pumping her fist in the air.

"Sure," Kevin answers, his eyes once again glued to his phone. "Need us to bring anything?"

"You could bring some games if you have any, but other than that nothing comes to mind," Derrick says.

Brittney turns to me, her eyes wide with excitement. "You're coming too, right Kaylin?!"

The world begins to spin as the others' eyes all turn to me. Me? Go to a perthean's house? No way! The enormous classrooms at school are hard enough for me to deal with as it is, but an entire house? I don't think I could handle it! The sheer scale of everyday items would overwhelm me for sure!

"I... don't know," I say. "I think my dad needs me home for... something." I mentally kick myself for not being able to think of any kind of real excuse.

"I'm sure your dad won't mind!" Brittney reasons. "After all, birthdays only come once a year!"

I look around at the group. Brittney's grinning with her hands pressed together, gazing at me expectantly. Derrick gives me a knowing smile, his brows upturned. And then my eyes fall on Kevin. His narrowed brown eyes look void of any life as he stares me down from above. My gut twists and turns as the weight of his stare presses down on me.

I can't go to this party. No way. Not if he's coming. How did Derrick manage to become friends with this guy, anyway? Was it just because of Brittney? And why is Brittney even with this guy? They're complete opposites! My fear may include all pertheans, but it's pertheans like Kevin that really terrify me!

"Kaylin?" Brittney says, pulling me from my thoughts. "What do you say?"

"I-I'll talk to my dad," I stutter. "But I really think he needs me for... that thing."

"Great! See you all there!" Brittney spins around with her arms stretched wide and heads for the door. I don't think she registered what it was I said at all.

"Hang on there, princess," Kevin says, causing Brittney to come to a halt and turn back around.

Princess? I never expected a guy like Kevin to call his girlfriend something so sappy!

"Yes, my prince?" Brittney answers, clasping her hands together as she flutters her eyelashes.

"If you're going to Derrick's place, you might as well come with me. You can't get there by train, you know," Kevin says.

"I guess you're right," Brittney giggles.

Kevin looks over his shoulder, presumably to see if any teachers are nearby, and then offers his open palm to Brittney who runs and leaps into it with a loud 'wheee!' The way she flew into his hand without a second thought makes me think about how I can barely even walk onto Derrick's open palm without struggling and stumbling. How does she make it look so easy?

"Shh!" Kevin hushes his girlfriend. "I'm not supposed to pick you up this way in here!"

"Sorry," Brittney says, her lip protruding in a pout.

"See you later," Kevin says to Derrick before walking off, mumbling something to Brittney about how he doesn't want to get in trouble 'again.' I guess I'll have to ask Brittney what that means later.

Derrick looks at me and laughs.

"What?" I ask.

"I'd like to see you jump into my hand like that," he says.

My face reddens, and I immediately avert my gaze. "D-don't be ridiculous! What those two did was dangerous!"

"I know, I know," Derrick says. "It's just that..."

His unfinished phrase hangs in the air for a moment, causing me to wonder what it is he means to say. I look back at my deskmate, his gaze fixed on me. What emotion is filling his eyes I can't say, but what I do know is that something has to be weighing on his mind.

"It's just that what?" I finally ask.

"Nothing," Derrick says, shaking his head. "I'll see you out back."

With that, he turns away, leaving the balcony behind him as he heads down the hall. My heart sinks in my chest. What isn't he saying?

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

I heave a sigh as I close the door behind me. I feel bad we didn't cancel our meetup for today, considering it's Derrick's birthday and all.

"Hey," he says with a smile, approaching the balcony and placing his hand on top of it. It's sort of become routine for me to walk onto his hand at the start of our meet ups, not that I've gotten any better at it.

"Hey," I answer as I approach his open palm.

The size of his hand still manages to freak me out, but at least I'm not as averse to it as I was when he first started helping me with my fear. After a bit of wobbling and struggling, I manage to position myself in the center of my deskmate's palm and sit down.

"Sorry for making you come out here on your birthday," I say with my head down as I nervously twiddle my thumbs. "I know there's other things you'd rather be doing right now."

"Aw, come on, you know that's not true!" Derrick beams at me from above. "There's nothing I'd rather be doing right now than helping out a friend."

I smile back at him, though his words don't reassure me completely.

"Now," he starts as he moves beside the balcony and gently sits down, "since you've been improving so much this week with both eye contact and with walking onto my hand, I thought we'd try something new. If you're up for it, that is."

"Something new?" I ask, my gut immediately beginning to twist. "Like what?"

"Would you be up for trying shoulder etiquette?"

"Shoulder etiquette?"

"Yeah! I'd place you on my shoulder, and you'd stand there," Derrick explains. "It's a formal form of etiquette that even the teachers use, so we can practice it during school as well."

My mind flashes back to orientation day, when I saw most of the school staff going around in pairs like that. I remember Derrick had asked me that day if I wanted to try standing on his shoulder, and I coldly turned him down. A weight fills my chest as I think about all the ways I was unkind to Derrick before we became friends.

"Okay," I say, "we can try it."

Derrick nods and lifts the hand I'm in up to his shoulder. My core tightens and my heart thrashes about within me as the distance between us gets smaller and smaller. As I find myself nearing the crook of his neck, I begin to feel heat radiating from his body like a space heater. He's so warm! My insides do a somersault, and my cheeks redden as I release a shuddering breath. I don't think I've ever been this close to anyone before, let alone a perthean!

I slowly rise from my place in Derrick's palm, carefully maneuvering past his fingers and onto his shoulder. I nearly slip once or twice as I struggle to maintain my balance, but manage to secure myself by grabbing onto the collar of the white button up he's wearing under his blazer.

"How are you doing?" He asks, removing his hand and leaving me stranded on his shoulder.

My eyes can't help but wander downward until I'm gazing helplessly at the hard concrete below us. Even though my deskmate is sitting down, I'm still so high above the ground! A fall from this height would certainly kill me! I let out a yelp and slam my eyes shut, gripping the collar of Derrick's shirt more tightly lest I slip and fall to my death!

"Hm, not good?" Derrick asks. "I suppose it takes some getting used to. Just hold onto me, you'll be fine."

"Mhm," I hum as I try to keep myself from trembling. If my legs continue to quake like this, I'll slip for sure! I have no idea how the teachers or the other students at school manage to go around like this!

"So, while you're getting adjusted..." Derrick begins, "is there anything you'd like to talk about?"

"Um..." I think for a moment. "You're turning eighteen, right?"

"Right. Just two more years and I'll be an adult."

"How has preadulthood treated you so far? Do you feel prepared for adulthood?" I ask.

Derrick hums, thinking through my question. "Well, I guess it beats being a teenager. I still can't drive, but I'd say I can cook, clean, and budget decently enough to live on my own if I wanted to. I'll probably wait until university to move out, though. What about you?"

"I've learned a lot from my dad. He's a good teacher. He taught me nearly everything I know about being a preadult. Cooking, cleaning, budgeting... although he's not very good at home repair..."

"Did your mom teach you anything?"

My heart plummets to the ground, and my guts twist and turn tightly within me.

"I... well, my mom died when I was only six. It's just my dad and me."

"Oh... I'm sorry," Derrick apologizes.

"No, it's okay. I'm over it. It was a long time ago," I sigh.

I bite the inside of my cheek, unsure of whether I'm being honest or not. It's been years since my mom passed, but I've always longed for her to be a part of my life. I wonder all the time what might have been if only she hadn't...

"You know, I guess my mom did teach me something," I say, letting my mind go to the past. "I remember when I was a little girl, I'd watch her make different pieces of artwork. I was so fascinated with how she was able to draw such fine details and pick such beautiful colors to paint with. I have a memory of her sitting down with me and teaching me how to draw different flowers. Pansies, bluebells, rotizelles... and although I'm still not very good with flowers, she did instill in me a love for art."

"I remember you said you liked to draw when we first met, and I've seen a few of the doodles in your notes," Derrick chuckles. "I have yet to see a finished piece from you, though. Especially since you're always hiding your drawings."

My face gets really hot really quickly as my mind turns back to the sketchbook I brought with me to school. "A-actually," I stutter, "there's... something I wanted to show you."

"Something you want to show me? Really?" Derrick asks, surprised. "Am I finally going to see one of your drawings?"

"I-I— well," I stammer, embarrassed, not really knowing what to say. Is what I'm about to do really a good idea?

I reach into my bookbag and feel around for my sketchbook. Pulling it out, I turn to the page with my finished sketch of the two of us laughing under a cherry tree and look it over for a moment.

'It's hideous!' I can already hear my deskmate say. 'Is that supposed to be us? What an ugly art style!'

"Kaylin?" Derrick asks after a long silence.

"I— um...! H-here, I... made this for you," I sputter. "For your birthday!"

I grip the collar of Derrick's shirt with one hand, and with the other I stretch out as far as I'm able and present my sketchbook to him.

"For... me?" Derrick asks, taking the sketchbook in between his thumb and forefinger.

Silence fills the air as my deskmate stares down the human-sized book in between his fingers. My heart pounds and pounds while my insides swarm with butterflies! What will he think? What will he say?! I almost wish I never brought this up! I'm sure he'll think it's a pathetic gift! I knew my art wasn't good enough to be shown to anyone, so why did I ever think it would be a good idea to make this dumb drawing for his birthday?

Derrick gasps. "Wow, I don't know what to say."

I try my hardest to slow down my breathing, but it's no use. My whole body shakes as I brace for the impact of whatever criticism is about to come my way. He hates it, doesn't he?

"Kaylin, you drew this? This is amazing!" my deskmate exclaims.

"I'm sorry! I knew it wouldn't be good enough!" I say, only to blink a few times in confusion. Do my ears deceive me? "Wait, what did you say?"

"This is amazing! Is this what I think it is?" Derrick asks.

"I-it's... you and me," I answer, "under that cherry tree we saw the other day."

Derrick continues looking the drawing over. "Wow," he says again.

"I-I can send you a photo of it, if you want," I suggest.

"That would be great!" he says, handing the sketchbook back to me. "After all, I'm sure you wanted to keep your book."

I put my sketchbook away and quickly open up my phone to send a picture I took of the drawing to Derrick. Once I send it, his phone buzzes almost instantly, and he unlocks it to view what I sent.

"Thank you, Kaylin," he says, gazing at the drawing once more. "Really. It's a wonderful gift."

A warmth fills my heart, soothing any remaining anxieties I had about the drawing and leaving me with a grin that stretches from ear to ear.

Time continues on in the blink of an eye, and before we know it, we've already reached our usual time of departure.

"Well," Derrick says, carefully standing up from his spot beside the balcony, "I guess we better get going."

My heart races and my eyes widen as he stands to his full height. I look beneath me at the ground below and watch as it gets farther and farther away. If the distance to the ground when he was sitting wasn't enough to kill me, this distance will surely do the job! My vision doubles as the scenery around me spins and my insides churn and convulse! I grab onto the collar of Derrick's shirt with a death grip, lest I topple down toward the unforgiving concrete below!

"Sorry," Derrick says. "I tried to be more careful, since you're on my shoulder."

"N-no, you're fine, it's just that... I feel like I..." I trail off, unsure of how to describe what's going on inside of me.

"You feel like you're going to fall?"

"Y-yeah," I murmur, trembling where I stand on my deskmate's shoulder.

"Don't worry," Derrick says, pressing a hand against my little frame and gently pinning me against the side of his neck. "I'll keep you safe."

Is this... a hug?!

I blush. Hard. My trembling increases as I'm wedged between Derrick's hand and his neck. What do I do?! I can't move! I can't escape! I begin to breathe in and out at a rapid pace, shuddering more and more with each exhalation.

After a few seconds, Derrick removes his hand, releasing me from what had to be the most frightening embrace I've ever been on the receiving end of!

"Hey, listen," he says. "About earlier... you really don't have to come over if you don't feel like you're ready. I understand that the idea of visiting a house twenty times bigger than what you're used to is likely overwhelming to you, especially if other pertheans are involved. But, in case you do want to come, I thought I'd ask anyway—would you like to come over?"

"Um, yeah! Sure," I say, Derrick's words going in one ear and out the other as I try to calm myself down.

"Wait, really?" He asks. "You'll come over?"

"Sure," I say. "I just... need a moment." I try to steady my breathing again using the techniques I learned in therapy as a kid, still not registering what it was Derrick just asked me.

"Alright, well, we should get going then," my deskmate says, walking away from our spot behind the school and heading toward the sidewalk beyond the school grounds.

I'll have every opportunity to think through what just happened when I get home.

[hannahhook7744]

Tulip Rossi and Ligera Madrigal Friendship hc please ?

Tulip wants to be a fashion designer when she grows up and Ligera wants to be a reporter: they have a deal that the first (planned) time Ligera appears on tv, she'll be wearing one of Tulip's designs.

Tulip, not having a middle name, takes a lot of joy in bringing out Ligera's full names when they fight.

"LIGERA JUANA GUZMÁN MADRIGAL-"

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop pulling the middle name card!"

Needless to say, Ligera is not amused by it.

Ligera finds poetry romantic and pleasing, and so does Tulip.

Both girls are very into fashion but they also have very different ideas on said fashion.

They read Auradon Magazines together and they do the same with the two Isle magazines to get up to date with all the isle 'tea'/gossip.

They met at a Swords and Shield Match between Auradon Prep and Neverland Academy, and they've been friends ever since.

They were three at the time: Tulip was being watched by her mom, who is the headmistress and a tourney coach, and Ligera was there because Cesare was competing.

Tulip sometimes proof reads the articles Ligera writes when the pink haired girl needs the confidence boost.

Ligera will try out Tulip's designs and give her feedback for similar reasons.

They get along like cats and dogs, and occasionally but heads because of their differing (and sometimes overlapping) personalities.

Tulip and Ligera will text each other with gossip from their respective schools and home towns. They've been caught doing this multiple times.

Examples:

Ligera Madrigal: "This is gonna go so wrong."

Tulip Rossi: "Can't be THAT bad."

Sent during Ligera's lunch, to Tulip during her P.E period, regarding Doc the second/Raphael/Loverboy/Clumsy (son of Doc)'s horrible attempt at flirting with Mira (daughter of China Girl/China, the China doll from Oz).

Tulip Rossi: Wick Wing has a crush on Belinda Nattura Madrigal.

Ligera Madrigal: MY COUSIN BELINDA NATTURA MADRIGAL?

Tulip Rossi: Do you know any other Belinda Nattura Madrigals?

Ligera Madrigal: Good point. I'm getting a boat to Neverland ASAP.

Tulip Rossi: Wait, that might not be a good idea.

Ligera Madrigal: Says the girl who nearly killed her sister's boyfriend.

Tulip Rossi: THAT WAS ONE TIME!

Ligera cheats at hide 'n seek with her power of Lumokinesis (people often forget she can take the light out of a room, after all). Tulip hates it.

The two have secret sleepovers. Ligera will randomly show up at Tulip's window when she's supposed to be at Auradon Prep. Tulip lets her in every time.

Ligera is jealous that Tulip has a boyfriend and she doesn't but she's very happy for her at the same time.

One time the two of them and Fuega managed to convince Tulip's classmates that they were triplets. It was in kindergarten but it still counts.

Tulip is very judgemental of Ligera's friends because she honestly can't understand why the pink haired girl is friends with Hap And Icey White when they're both so annoying.

Tulip is hellbent on playing matchmaker for Ligera. There have been four attempts so far.

They go on shopping trips together.

Ligera tried to serenade the mermaids at Mermaid Lagoon (the children of the mermaids from Peter Pan) in an attempt to get a romantic partner on a visit to Neverland. Tulip has a video of the disaster on her InstaRoyal and Auratube accounts.

Ligera has taken part in a few of Pin and Tulip's pranks, not that she'll admit it to anyone.

Ligera usually has treats from her great aunt Julieta to give to Lampwick when she comes over, since they've met before and she was one of three people who taught him how to cook.

Tulip and Ligera look somewhat similar.

Tulip and Ligera have matching friendship bracelets that they made together.

They have a skit Auratube Channel called 'Neverlight'.

They're ride or die, and WILL hype each other up during a fight.

They aren't allowed to watch horror movies alone together anymore because the last time they did, Ligera made all the lights in the house burst and the two of them were absolutely certain that a monster was going to eat them.

They share their food with one another. Ligera doesn't do this with anyone else but Fuega and Tulip only does it with Pin and Eleanor (and occasionally Lampwick) otherwise.

They have a similar taste in music.

Ligera is a part of Tulip's band, The Donkey-ettes.

They both nearly burned down Casita when baking but were able to stop the fire before anyone else noticed and it's a secret they're taking to the grave.

Tulip regretted gushing about Artie to Ligera because the moment the two of them started dating, Ligera told him that Tulip never shut up about him.

Since Tulip spends a lot of time with Morgie because Artie does, Ligera ends up doing so too. She thinks Morgie is pretty neat.

Tulip cannot get enough of Julieta's cooking. Especially when it comes to her Heartwarming Cocoa Hug Chocolate Caliente, Caribbean Starlight Seafood Rice, Coconut Fudges, and Cheesy Arepas. Meanwhile Ligera is 'obsessed' with Lampwick's Lemon Lips Cookies (they look vaguely like lips because of the way Lampwick makes them and were named due to this, by Tulip).

Tulip snores and Ligera glows in the dark while asleep sometimes, so they get to have many sleepovers with people other than each other.

Their favorite song is 'Charm Me Maybe' by The Sorcerer's Apprentices.

Their favorite shows are Real Princesses Of Charmingsville, Get Down With The Ballgown, and The Young And The Crownless.

Ligera watches Auradon News but Tulip doesn't because she finds it boring.

Ligera used to look up to Snow White but after d1 she doesn't anymore.

Their favorite video game to play together is Go-Go Ballroom Dancing (Video Game).

They will trash talk people they don't like to each other, since they know it won't be passed around if they do.

Ligera writes for Auradon Prep Times and Fashion Flash at school.

Both of them were both very entertained by the anonymous posts made during Wicked World.

If you mess with Fuega, you will have to deal with Ligera's wraith and if she's angry at you, then Tulip is angry at you... So don't mess with Fuega. It will not end well for you.

Tulip loves Fairy Bubble Gum while Ligera prefers Dwarf Gems, candy wise.

[mossy-mushrooms]

The dark harvest

Part 19

The squeaking of shoes was loud, it rang in Ryu's ears. However he wasn't participating in volleyball, he still had his leg brace on.

He didn't mind as he just kept his eyes on Calista as she played. She had her hair up in a ponytail, it was a change and he liked it. It looked cute to him as it swayed around while she played.

The P.E. teacher however made it clear that he wasn't pleased about the fact that Ryu couldn't participate in the class. Throwing snide remarks as he yelled at the other teens–telling them what to do and to have more energy.

Ryu didn't care at all though, no no– his eyes were solely on Calista. But it did annoying him how touchy Mikey was with her as the two played.

He sighed and leaned back as he sat on the bleachers, there were some other people on the bleachers as well, mostly emo and goth teens who probably just didn't want to get out of they're elaborate belts. Ryu swore he would always hear the clanking of their keychains and charms before he sees them.

"Hey." He heard someone's breathy voice behind him. He looked over his shoulder before completely turning to look up at the emo teen on the bleachers one step above him.

"Hi?" He replied back.

"You new?"

"Not really. I've just been.. out of commission?" He shrugged as he looked back up at the emo guy. His eyes catching on the no doubt dyed black hair which was styled and sweeped to the side, his eyes wandered down to the graphic tee of some edgy red skeleton and moths?

"You gonna elaborate on that?"

"Tell me your name first man, then I'll spill"

"Ezekiel." Ryu raised an eyebrow at that

"A biblical name hm? I'm guessing your parents aren't too happy right now huh?"

His comment was slightly snarky but he couldn't help himself.

"Ugh yeah. Anyway spill"

Ryu stayed quiet and just pulled up his baggy pant leg to show the black metal leg brace.

He snickered slightly as he saw the Ezekiel grimace. "Fuck man. That's gnarly. The fuck did you do?"

Ryu let go of the pant leg as he tilted his head to the side "there was a break in soo I kinda.. hopped through a window"

"Was the window three stories high or something? Or are you just that clumsy?" The other teen jabbed at him.

Ryu's hands quickly found Ezekiel's untied yellow laces as he brought the combat clad foot between his thighs.

Ezekiel eyes widened as he saw what the other teen was doing. "Wha-"

"Come on now you can't be telling me I'm clumsy while walking around with untied laces" Ryu said as he tied the laces but he kept his eyes on Ezekiel the whole time. The shit eating grin on his face was almost infuriating if not for the fact that Ezekiel's whole face felt warm.

He didn't even realise that Ryu had let go of his foot until he spoke up again.

"So was my misfortune interesting enough or do you still view me as a... What do you call it again?.."

Ryu now had his hands on either side of where Ezekiel was sitting, and the emo could see the nasty scabs he also must've got from jumping out.

"C.. conformist" he finished Ryu's sentence.

And before he could even speak again Ryu pushed himself off and walked off the bleachers as the bell rang.

Ezekiel couldn't see the shit eating smirk he had on his face as he walked out of the gym.

....

"Why were you caging in that emo guy?" Calista asked Ryu as they walked down the hall. "Oh you saw that? Eh I just felt like confusing the guy" he shrugged.

"What? Dude that's so mean"

"Yeah but I kinda didn't have the patience to deal with a judgy emo sooo"

Ryu said as he looked down at her, her face was screwed into a slightly annoyed expression but it went away as she sighed.

"I guess I can understand that."

He pushed a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, she looked up at him as he did that. He had that damn smile on his face again.

"You should wear your hair up more. It suits you." His tone was softer, a lot softer than a minute prior.

She looked away as he said that, her face felt hot.

"Thank you.. I'll.... Consider it I guess"

She mumbled back a weak response as her hand instinctively went to her hair that was still up in a ponytail.

"Where's Mikey?" He asked her, still not taking his eyes off of her since he didn't mind if she wasn't looking at him.

"Uhm, he went ahead of us to see if Zane and Donomic have talked it out."

Ryu only hummed in response as they kept walking, eventually Calista was walking close behind him as the hall's got more crowded. He felt a ghost of a smile creep onto his face as he felt her hold onto his hoodie. God he would give it to her if she just asked for it now.

...

They both made it too the back of the school and they saw all three of them, Zane and Donomic were sitting on the grass together and they seemed to have been reading what was in Donomic's black notebook. And Mikey was, well he was leaning on wall as all three of them talked about something.

"Hey guys, everything okay?" Calista was the first to speak when they reached the trio.

Zane simply nodded as he looked up at the two of them.

"Yeah we're cool now"

Donomic chimed in as he leaned back, taking a sip of his soda.

"Are you drinking the same one from lunch??" Ryu's face was slightly bewildered.

"No I bought another one."

The younger teen was quiet for a moment before speaking up again. "I.. also don't think I like that either"

"Let the man drink" Mikey scoffed as he rolled his eyes.

"I thought you hated his guts just an hour ago."

"Yeah but I live to annoy you" Calista giggled slightly at Mikey's comment. Ryu looked like  a kicked puppy as he looked down at her.

"What??" She looked up at him, he looked like he was about to quiver his lip just because she found Mikey's comment mildly amusing.

"Nothing- nothing" he looked away as he faked a sniffle.

"Ryu- what- come onn" she put her hand on his arm gently, remembering the bandages under his baggy sleeves.

"No noo it's fineee" he wiped away a non existent tear.

The other three boys tried not to laugh as they watched Ryu and Calista.

"I swear to god. Stop it."

"I'll consider it if.."

"If what?"

Calista waited impatiently, she just wanted him to stop the bit. And maybe- to be able to look at his eyes again..

"If I get a kiss" he crossed his arms and kept looking away, however Calista could slightly see how the corners of his eyes were crinkled. The bastard was smiling.

"What??"

[justsomestoicguy]

Close Call

"You had a quirk like that??"

I'm in absolute shock.

"Yeah. And God, does it make kissing sooo annoying," Nishiyama sighs, crossing her hands.

I know who Nishiyama is, of course.

Not just because I unknowingly made her faint during P.E. (sorry, Nishiyama-san!)

She's Hikari's best friend. Why wouldn't I know her?

But what I didn't know was the terrifying quirk she had!

It sends shivers up my spine to even think about her knowing everything about me.

So I'm apologetically but absolutely grateful Nishiyama passed out instead of getting anything out of my mind. (no offense, Nishiyama-san!)

And I think I know what caused her to faint.

My past life.

My guess is that her brain's engineered to soak in a person's life story, not stories.

She can handle absorbing multiple people's memories, but not someone who holds twice the regular amount.

But Nishiyama doesn't know that. So she keeps looking at me with those curious plum eyes, and I know the question that's coming before she even opens her mouth. 

"So, Aka-tin," she starts, leaning in, "what's the deal with your quirk? I know I've seen it in action before but I wanna know more about it."

Hikari perks up beside her. "Ooh, give us a demo, give us a demo!" she beams. 

"But don't just do objects again, please? I wanna see you use your quirk on yourself this time. It's been a while, y'know?"

I scratch the back of my neck, trying to play it cool. "Uh, sure, why not?" 

Better to keep the focus on what they already know. I don't want to dive into the whole reincarnation mess. Not like this, at least.

I walk over to our classroom's whiteboard—which seems as good a place as any to do this—and place my palm flat against it.

The familiar sensation washes over me as I activate my quirk. The surface seems to ripple under my hand, and I feel that pull, like slipping into a different layer of reality.

The girls watch, leaning forward with anticipation, as my form flattens against the whiteboard. 

I become part of the surface; a two-dimensional plane turned three-dimensional world. I turn to face them, raising a hand in a little wave. 

From their perspective, it probably looks like I'm some kind of hyper-realistic living drawing.

Inside, it's an endless, quiet void. I've never really gotten used to how strange it feels. Like being submerged in clear water, but without the wetness or pressure. 

I can see out, though, and I catch Hikari grinning while Nishiyama leans in closer, squinting at me like I'm some freaky social experiment.

I move around a bit, tracing the edges of the board. It's always weird, feeling like I'm gliding through nothingness but knowing I'm just skimming the surface from their perspective. 

I can see their lips moving, probably chatting about how strange this all is, but I can't hear them. 

Sound doesn't carry into this space, but I can still catch their laughter through the glassy barrier separating our worlds.

Huh. Maybe I should learn how to lip-read.

Soon enough, I pop back out near the bottom corner of the board, rematerializing as the dimensions snap back into place. 

The whole thing barely took a minute, but it's enough to remind me how bizarre my quirk is.

"So cool!" Hikari claps, eyes shining with excitement. "It's like you're part of a comic strip!"

Nishiyama nods, still looking a bit puzzled. "Yeah, but like… how did my quirk not work on you? Usually, I get everything from just a lick, but I got nothing and blacked out instead."

I shrug, trying to come up with something believable. "Maybe it's because my quirk's kinda like a shield? Like, I become part of the surface, so maybe it messes with how your quirk works."

It's a total lie, but it's not like I can just go and tell her: "Oh, that silly thing? No, my quirk isn't what saved me from your power, Nishiyama-san, but rather the fact that I'm a reincarnator!"

Yeah, right.

The fact that I've lived before, in a different world, with a different life, isn't exactly something I'm eager to share.

Hikari nods thoughtfully, accepting my explanation without question. "Yeah, that makes sense. I guess everyone's quirk has its own kinks, huh?"

"Totally," Nishiyama agrees, though she still looks a tad more skeptical than Hikari. "Still, it's kinda cool that your quirk does that. You'd make a killer spy, Aka-tin!"

I laugh, trying to brush off the comment. "Or a really good escape artist."

Maybe one day, I'll tell them the whole truth. But not today. Today, I'm just Ran, the guy with the odd quirk.

And to me, that's more than enough.

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Chapter 1

[liviavanrouge]

Digi Twst: Enemy Arrival

Ace: Man! I hate P.E.!

Agumon: *Sighs, Ace wiping all the sweat off him using a towel* Same here

Offmon: *Runs past, looking around* Gotta find her!!

Agumon: Ace did you see what I just saw?

Deuce: *Runs over* I saw it too!

Gaomon: That's why we're not going to the Digital World to stop the evil

Ace: Theirs a Digidestined without their digimon!

~~~

Myotismon: *Appears from the shadows, going over to Crowley*

Crowley: No need, I heard the news, there's a wild digimon running about

Crowley: it could be any of the first years that arrived here..

Myotismon: Shall I take things into my own hands?

Crowley: Please do, we need a villain right now

Myotismon: *Steps into the shadows, nodding* Very well, sir...

~~~

Sebek: *Hands Livia a cup of water* Here, My Lady...

Livia: *Beams at him, a book floating in front of her* Thanks Sebek!

Betamon: *Perks up as shadows appeared* Sebek, Sebek! LOOK!

???: Feeble Humans! HAHAHAHA! You haven't found the last Digidestined!?

Lilia: *Stares with wide eyes, casting a quick glance at Livia*

Livia: *Stares in surprise*

~~~

Jack: *Stares with wide eyes, Dorumon beside him*

Leona: *Scowls, Leomon at his side* Who is this guy!?

???: My name is Myotismon and once I find the last Digidestined, you all shall bow down to me!

Jack: What...

~~~

Epel: *Stares in shock* He can't do that!!

Impmon: Oh he most certainly can if what he says is true...

Rook: Oh dear...

Vil: This is a whole mess...

~~~

Ace and Deuce: *Stares up at Myotismon* How did he get here!?

Gaomon: There's no point in worrying now, we have a new enemy to deal with..

Agumon: Yeah...

Deuce: R-Right!

@queen-of-twisted @yukii0nna @zexal-club

[mentallyshattered]

Everyday Freak of Science: part 3

(I, the author of this work, do not consent to this work being crossposted/translated without my knowledge or used to train an AI, ever.)

Masterlist

Work at the lounge? Well... potentially? It depends. I can't really see a downside, but that's because I don't know anything about this place, really.

Jade's voice interrupts my train of thought. "You don't happen to have a cell phone, do you?"

What the hell is a cell phone? I know I don't have one- the only thing I'm carrying is the "magic pen" I got after the entrance ceremony- but still, what the heel does that mean?

My confusion must show on my face, because Jade asks, "Ah, do you not know?"

"Not one bit."

"Do you have money? Clothes? You need uniforms to attend, you know."

"Oh. So... am I going to have to leave?" What happens if I can't attend? Will I be shipped back to the lab, or will I just be tossed out on the streets?

"Well," Azul jumps in, "I could arrange for you to work at the lounge year-round in exchange for uniforms, a cell phone, and other necessities."

I don't need to think about this. That lab was boring and miserable; this place is new and facinating.

"Deal."

Azul's face lights up, figuratively. "Wonderful! Now, if you could just sign this..."

He places a glowing piece of what looks to be a scroll on the desk in front of me. I can read it, of course, but there's just one problem:

"How do I sign it?"

"Ah, like this." Jade places a pen in my hand before he positions his own over mine, tracing my name in loopy letters onto a piece of paper he just grabbed.

Although it takes a few minutes, I can soon sign my name. The instant I do so on the scroll, Azul pipes up again.

"Wonderful! Give me until tomorrow and I'll have a phone for you. Oh, and here." With a wave of his staff, some fabric is floating in the air and onto my lap. "Those are your uniforms. The white one is for potionology, the lavender one is a dorm uniform, the dark grey ones are for P.E. and general classes, respectively, and the teal ones are pajamas. Let me know if any of them are the wrong size."

All this... for me? Incredible. Even back in the lab, I only got nice things as tests- experiments, meant to learn more about me without cutting me open. All of this- what's the word- hospitality is new to me, entirely. Maybe it's not kindness, but it's benevolent- how fitting.

"Requiem? Are you there?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Um... thanks for asking, Jade."

"Fufu. Perhaps it is best you be off to bed. I shall escort you."

He walks me down the now-quiet hallways, left hand on my right shoulder. When he opens the door, there's someone in the right bed- guess that's to be expected- and, with a wave of his wand, Jade has swapped the ceremonial robes I was wearing with the pajamas in the stack of fabric in my arms.

"Thanks, Jade." I'm so lucky to have him around. What would I do without him? Get sent back, probably. Just when I think I'm safe, though, he leans down and whispers:

"I noticed you did not eat dinner. Do not worry, I will bring you some fresh meat in the morning."

Crap.

[wabatle]

our school finishes at 16.50 (I think it's 4.50 pm for you) and we will stay until 19.00 (7 pm) to solve extra questions??

Bro why.

And this only applies to our class.

WE DON'T EVEN HAVE A P.E.

In short, this year is important for me because in my country, every student my age is given an exam at the end of the year. I mean it's not a big deal to me but my teachers and my family are terrible. This is driving me crazy, they are trying to make my life hell for a whole year for an exam I don't care about. I come home, eat and sit in desk because there are a million homeworks and if I don't do even one of them my phone will be confiscated. It's 1 am here right now. I tried to tell my family, I cry every day because of this pressure and no one even cares😃 All they do is say that this is temporary and for my own good but my psychology won't take it there is much more than what I am telling you right now This makes me feel like shit. I can't even meet my friends. I don't think I can continue like this for another 8 months. I think I'll just sell tissues and such in the future.

actually i think you'll make something revolutionary and become the richest person in the world even richer than elon musk be fr

if i ever saw you irl i would give you a (platonic) smooch and tell you that you're the best ever and it's gonna be okay probably ily /p

[jellyf-yve]

serious post

my class coordinator called my parents and told them she and the other teachers are worried about me and my health (both physical and mental)

they noticed i'm overdosing my sleeping pills, i'm not eating or drinking enough, i'm pushing myself too much in P.E class and my insecurities are getting bigger and more evident.

and they want me to stay home for a while to recover.

my dad is totally againist this.

he's letting me stay home but he's constantly yelling and scolding me while my mom is at work, and he keeps telling me he'd rather still work than being retired and having to watch over me.

he's telling me he's had enough of my problems and stuff, and that i'm never going to be independent or have my own family, because he's sure i'll kms instead of facing adulthood.

i honestly had enough of him as well. my mom doesn't know which side to take and she's having an hard time dealing with my dad.

i don't feel safe neither at school nor at home.

and being honest, i've already tried to kms after he yelled at me every kind of bad things and scared me by almost hitting me. but i stopped as soon as i heard my mom crying and praying god. i can't and i don't want to leave her alone with my dad.

as promised, i'm still trying to write fics, because there's one of my mutuals that is literally waiting over a month and i feel bad about it, but just letting you know that my posting rhythm will be slower than before.

my dad glares at me every time i pick up my phone and it's not the first time he snatches it from my hands to see who i'm talking to or what i'm doing.

that said, hope y'all are feeling good, have a great day/night<3

[androgynousangeldreamland]

15 questions for 15 friends:

Thank you @missamyrisa2 for the tag :3

1. Were you named after anyone?: Yeahh, if I remember well, I was named after my grandmother on my mother's side.

2. When was the last time you cried?: Last night, while watching La La Land for the first time😔

3. Do you have kids?: Nope, and never thinking of having any ever☝️ I can barely handle myself so I don't wanna imagine myself dealing with kids too😭

4. What sports do you play/have you played?: Pretty much all of them I think. I've done swimming, tennis, soccer, dance, badminton and the list goes on. But I gave up all of them eventually lmaoo.

5. Do you use sarcasm?: Guilty as charged, I can't stop using sarcasm sometimes, it's too much fun.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?: Honestly the first thing I try to notice about people when I first meet them is wether they like me or not, how they text and such.

7. What's your eye color?: A mix of green and grey, sometimes a tad of yellow in there if the light hits my eye, I don't even know exactly😭

8. Scary movies or happy endings?: Ooohhh hard choice, on one hand I love when things end up well in movies, on the other, I'm a sucker for when things end up horribly in horror movies. It's a tie I'm afraid 😔

9. Any talents?: I can make the best breakfast sandwich ever, hit me up guys, I'll make one just for you🙏 Oh I also have a knack for drawing, not much anymore but I still got it I think :3

10. Where were you born?: In good ol' Canada, won't specify further.

11. What are your hobbies?: Mostly playing video games and drawing. (If any of you speak to me about red dead redemption 1 or 2 I'll love you forever, the rdr brainrot is real🙏🙏🙏🙏)

12. Do you have any pets?: Had one last year, a beautiful (big) tabby cat, though he passed away 2 years ago, rest in peace big guy😔👊

13. How tall are you?: 5'10", 11 ish

14. Favorite subject in school?: Not even gonna lie, it was either art or P.E. I loved both equally. (I only liked art cuz my crush was in the same class as I was/hj)

15. Dream job?: Working in a car shop w my lil brother, working on it actually, gonna start my car bodywork semester soon enough :3

Join in and pass it on if you can. Don't feel obligated!

@calicole22 @zeetickles @avg-tummy-enjoyer @an0nymz @anticklee2 @serial-tickler @cutelittleswitch @dirtbagswitch @echo1321 @fluftickles @fine-feathered-tickles @foot-tickling-fetish @gigglyloser @hypersensitiv3 @lawoftickleswitches

[utsuboarchive]

whats funny to me, is that floyd does have positive interactions with everyone. but he also has really negative ones too. he tends to be really blunt, kind of rude, and really in your face depending on his mood. and opinion and reaction varies a lot from each of the characters in the main cast.

in particular, he's known for his behavior towards riddle. who, if you do compare the two side by side-- is his antithesis in every single way. he does actually have a small handful of positive interactions with him too. but you gotta keep in mind that it's only relative to the negative ones. where he belittles riddle, and mocks him for things that are...really sore particulates of his character. i think people misconstrue this as a form of playful teasing? when i really don't see it as playful, but intentionally rude and even cruel at certain points. the game is a lot more lighthearted than the actual story and characters are. and the english translations are... hm.

floyd does express being impressed by how strong riddle is. but it's not coming from a respectful or kind place. he wants to fight people. eels in real life are actually VERY aggressive. during his beanfest vignette, he talks to epel about it. and how he wants to be stronger, strong enough to squeeze anyone. and honestly if he was capable of focusing himself, he might be one of the strongest people in the school. as jamil says during his P.E interactions. but he cant, he literally cannot control that part of himself, nor how his moods swing. and god damn guys, his UM is so strong, and SO underrated. and it's mostly because the guy can't be assed to care if he isn't in the mood. if he doesn't want to, he wont.

im getting off track though, the point is: i really think he sees riddle as nothing more than a target. when he's bored, its funny to poke at him, and have a laugh. to test the limits of what he can do. and once he's done he leaves, and riddle has to deal with the stress and frustration on his own. like people forget, riddle has gone to jade and asked him to make floyd stop. to do something about it.

his positive interactions with riddle, the very few we get. do not outweigh the rest. as someone who's been bullied, i've had good interactions with my bullies. but there was always this fear that i'd be subject to the bullying at any moment. it's much the same with riddle. and floyd being so unpredictable??? yeah no. a temporary lull or truce between them, doesn't make a basis for them to even be friends.

[lightvsdark18]

Some responses to voicelines (Floyd)

You havin' fun gathering all this junk? You're like one of those merpeople who are into collectin' stuff that fell to the bottom of the sea.

... Yeah, most likely.

What're you doing today? Maybe I'll tag along.

(lies) The library.

Man, every day's a party when I'm with you. I can't get enough!

Aw. You're fun too, sometimes.

School Uniform

You wanna know what kinda classes we had in the sea? I can bring you to one, if you're interested. Hee hee...

I'm now concerned.

I got a perfect score on the test, but he still gets mad at me for skipping class. I don't get it. If I get good grades, what does it matter?

Because you're here to work and not lollygag.

Aha ha! Keep that up and I'll squeeze you silly.

And I'll squeeze you back.

P.E. Uniform

I'm kind of feeling it today. Wanna try me?

Try you at what?

Apparently, if you over-exercise, you won't get tall. I'm still growing, so I gotta be careful!

Wait, you're still growing? Damn, boy, how tall do you need to be?

I'm not in the mood for Basketball Club today. You go in my place.

(flat) No.

I'm suuuper flexible. You wanna see? I can show you!

Eh, sure, why not.

Wanna play tag or something? I'll be "it." Better start running.

Floyd, no... Boy, stop smiling like that.

Labwear

If you're having trouble finishing your homework, hit up Azul. He'll help you out with anything if you pay his price.

Not interested.

If you mix everything in according to the recipe, you already know it's gonna work out, right? That's the most boring thing.

It helps you remember the recipe because you're physically making it instead of just reading it and memorizing.

Want me to help out with that experiment? Aha ha, don't be so shy.

It's not shyness, it's just me not trusting you.

I'll give you the potion I just made. You wanna know what it does? How should I know?

You made it. You know what? Nevermind, I don't want the potion anymore.

Here. Have some cookies I made from random stuff. You'll enjoy every last bite for me, won't you?

Actually, I'm not hungry. (Lie)

Ceremonial Robes

Want me to teach you the rules here at Night Raven College?

You actually know the rules? Heh.

Standing still is so boring. How about you and I do a little something fun instead?

I rather not cause trouble, or be in it.

The black carriage even came down under the sea to get us. It's a pretty sweet ride, if I do say so myself.

The black carriage went to the bottom of the ocean? Wait, actually thinking about it, it shouldn't be surprising considering I'm here. But that's just raises the question on how far the carriage can go.

Sitting still for a whole ceremony is such a waste of time. Oooh, I've got an idea. I'll tail you, Shrimpy.

You'll what?

You're so funny, Shrimpy. Aren't you scared I'll get back at you for all that poking?

No, not really because I'll just poke you back.

Oh, whatever is the matter? Ha! I was pretending to be Jade. Did it work? You can tell us apart if you look real close.

I really didn't expect your voice to change. Good job.

Dorm Uniform

You got a very serious problem? There might be something we can do. Heh heh heh...

("My safety is in danger, isn't it?")

Don't be so scared. I just wanna give you a nice squeeze.

Nice for you or me?

I won't squeeze anyone who makes good on their payment. But if you DON'T... You ain't getting any mercy from me. Hee hee!

("What's wrong with these guys?")

Bowties are all tight and uncomfortable, don'tcha think? I dunno how Jade and the others deal with 'em.

I never worn a bowtie, but I know I couldn't handle it either.

Lookit these socks. They got an octopus pattern on 'em! Just as cute as the Sea Witch herself, right?

Can I get a pair?

Outdoor Wear

I hope camping on land's as action-packed as camping under the sea!

You can go camping in the sea? What is it like?

Check out this moray mascot I got. It's supposed to be Jade, since he wanted to come camping. Looks just like him, yeah?

Heh, yeah it does.

Now to just cast the line and wait— nope, I'm bored. How about we ditch this and get up to somethin' fun?

Stay at the line. I'll tell you a story if it will entertain you.

The fairies by the lake were so teeny. One little squeeze and they'd probably just disappear.

Please don't squeeze them.

How's a campfire different from a regular bonfire?

I don't really know.

Halloween

Oh man, I'm DIGGIN' that look, Shrimpy. I gotta make your face contort in fear more often.

Please don't.

I MAY have gone a skosh overboard on the pranks last year. I'm takin' it easy this time around.

This is you taking it easy? I'm lucky I wasn't here last year.

Azul asked me to chip in with pumpkin carvin'. It turned out to be more fun than I expected, so I made a moray jack-o'-lantern.

Can I see it?

That your idea of scarin' someone, Shrimpy? It ain't workin'. How's about I show you how it's done?

I rather you not. I'm not trying to genuinely scare anyone because I don't feel like it.