#I dunno I'm tired it seemed funny

[tsunamiholmes]

My Tumblr likes? I think you mean scrolling through in a panic because I KNOW I saw a post about that thing a few days ago but I didn't reblog it because I didn't think I'd need to find it again but NOW I REALLY DO and wHY DO I LIKE SO MUCH STUFF-

[starlitmelanin]

she tries to get over her crush on her childhood best friend jude by trying to set him up with other people. recipe for disaster, actually.🥴

no good deed | jude bellingham

pairing - jude x fem!reader

word count - 1.1k

warnings - none

it starts with lily.

lily is near perfect. she's smart, funny, doesn’t have the slightest clue about football — but, she’s sweet enough.

you figure, if you can get jude to fall for someone like lily, you can convince your heart to calm the hell down. you're not sure of the logic there, but it makes sense at 2 am when you're staring at the ceiling, wondering why you're such an idiot.

"hey jude," you say one evening, as he jumps to sit on your bathroom counter, while you do your skin care routine before bed. "what do you think about lily?"

he looks at you, eyebrows raised. "lily? she's cool, i guess. why?"

you try to sound casual. "i dunno, just thought you two might get along."

he shrugs. "maybe. but i'm not really looking for anything right now, you know?"

you nod, pretending like that doesn't make your heart do a stupid little flip. of course, he's not looking for anything. he's focused on his career, on being the best. it's one of the things you love about him. dammit.

but you're not one to give up easily. next, you try suggesting clara. clara, who's a bit of a wild card but has this infectious energy that you think might be good for jude. plus, she's been eyeing him for months.

"clara asked about you the other day," you say nonchalantly while you're at a party.

jude glances over at her, then back at you. "clara? really?"

"yeah. i think she likes you."

he laughs, shaking his head. "she's fun and all, but not really my type."

you swallow your frustration. "what is your type then?"

he looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs. "dunno. someone who gets me, i guess. someone i can just... be myself with."

you know he's talking about you. you know he is. but you also know he doesn't see you that way. it's like some cosmic joke.

weeks pass, and you keep trying. each time, he's polite, he's interested, but it never goes anywhere. part of you is relieved, but another part is just tired. why can't you just tell him how you feel? why are you such a coward?

one evening, you're both sitting on his couch, some mindless tv show playing in the background. you've given up on the whole setting-him-up-with-someone-else thing, and he seems to sense your frustration.

"you've been weird lately," he says, nudging you with his shoulder. "what's going on?"

you laugh, but it's hollow. "nothing. just... life."

he doesn't buy it. "come on, we've known each other forever. you can tell me."

and that's the problem, isn't it? you can't tell him. you can't tell him that every time he smiles at you, it feels like the sun is shining just for you. you can't tell him that every time he dates someone new, it feels like someone's twisting a knife in your gut. you can't tell him that you're so stupidly, hopelessly in love with him that you can't even see straight.

instead, you say, "it's just... complicated."

he looks at you for a long moment, and you wonder if maybe he knows. if maybe he's always known. but then he smiles, and it's the same smile he's given you a thousand times, and you realise he doesn't. he has no idea.

"well, whatever it is," he says, "you know i'm here for you, right?"

and that's what breaks you. because he is there for you. he's always been there for you. and you're so tired of pretending. so tired of lying to yourself.

"yeah," you whisper. "i know."

you leave early that night, making some excuse about needing to get up early. he looks disappointed, but he doesn't push. you're grateful for that.

back at home, you stare at your reflection in the mirror. you look the same as always, but everything feels different. you can't keep doing this to yourself. you can't keep tearing yourself apart for someone who will never see you the way you want him to.

so you make a decision. you're going to tell him. you're going to lay it all out, consequences be damned. you'd rather have the truth out there, even if it means losing him, than keep living this half-life.

the next day, you call him. "can we talk?"

he senses the seriousness in your tone and agrees immediately. you meet at some secluded park, the same park where you grew up together. it feels fitting, somehow.

"what's up?" he asks, concern etched on his face.

you take a deep breath. "i need to tell you something. and i need you to just... listen."

he nods, eyebrows furrowed and attentive.

"i've been in love with you," you start, your voice trembling. "for as long as i can remember. and i tried to ignore it, tried to set you up with other people, tried to do anything to stop feeling this way. but it's not working. and i can't keep pretending."

his face is unreadable, and you feel your heart pounding in your chest. you brace yourself for rejection, for the inevitable awkwardness that will follow.

but then he steps closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "you idiot," he says softly. "why didn't you tell me sooner?"

you blink, stunned. "what?"

he takes your hands in his, and you feel your breath hitch. "i've been in love with you too. but i thought you just saw me as a friend. i didn't want to mess things up."

you stare at him, unable to process his words. "you... what?"

he laughs, and it's the most beautiful sound you've ever heard. "yeah. all this time, i've been waiting for the right moment. i guess we're both idiots, huh?"

you laugh too, a mixture of relief and disbelief flooding through you. "i guess so."

he pulls you into a hug, and you feel like you're finally home. all the pain, all the frustration, it melts away in his arms.

"so," he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. "what now?"

you smile, pulling back to look at him. "now, we stop being idiots and see where this goes."

he grins, and it's like the sun is shining just for you. "sounds like a plan."

and for the first time in a long time, you feel like everything is going to be okay. because sometimes, the person you've been searching for has been right there all along.

[crescent--crow]

Finally drew OG Wally art

I eventually wanna draw him accurately but I still struggle unfortunately

Changed a few things last minute on the finished piece cuz it didn't sit right .

I've had Dr Sunshine is dead stuck in my head all day and I went you know that song hits just right for Wally lmao. At least to me it gives the equivalent of The Tornado by Owl City. Just me?

I'll never not be able to get this man out of my head it seems. After drawing him every month since last year I wanted to give myself a break. Why? Why ? Why? Tbh I'm not sure , I adore his design and I love all the efforts Clown puts into Welcome Home. Tis why I've supported as much as I could. (And still do)

I don't really follow everything that happens in the fandom cuz I don't have the time to dwell on dramas that happen in every place it seems. I'm too old for that stuff.

This is as close as I'll ever get to drawing Wally lmao. I don't think I'll ever stop. And funny enough I've never really been a fanart kinda artist. But with all the beautiful AU's and dedications everyone put forth on this lil dude.

I also want to thank this lil dude in particular because he's helped me develop my painting style since day one of drawing him. You can see my development and new experiment ideas that didn't always turn out good. But I'm so damn proud of myself which is hard to say even for me. Why? Self doubt bears my arms despite spending countless hours on pieces that I try to make better the more I settle on it. He wears his heart on his feet and is a silly lil dude. But we know the cool aspect of Welcome Home is the spooky factor. I wanted to give it a try. I'm not quite sure what kind of artist I am because I want to do everything. Horror has always been my one thing I wanted to give a try. But I'm always scared it might be portrayed the wrong way. So maybe surrealism is the way to go? I dunno I'm ramblin

Anyway 🐦‍⬛💕 have a great weekend I have a con to get ready for. I'm utterly tired 😭

[jweekgoji]

yandere five with a reader who's just as smart as him, but is still really sweet. however, she won't take any of his shit and gets past all of his shenanigans, escaping every he drags her back.

Yandere!Five x Reader

warnings: yandere behaviour, dark themes (obviously), yandere Five, kidnapping, mentions of breaking bones.

a/n: I'm sorry if that's not...what you expected? i dunno why I'm saying this, it's just every time I'm doing requests I have a feeling I didn't do it perfectly? and you probably expected more-

For a man like Number Five, having a potential competitor around is kinda a great danger. For him? Haha! Definitely not, more for you. You see, since childhood, Five has been a pretty...competitive guy. He's faster, smarter, stronger than the ones he grew up with at the Academy when he was much younger.

In fact, meeting the same person who can make Five sweat so well would be very interesting to him. If Five were younger, his reaction would be simple. He wants to be the best, as well as get his dose of praise from Reginald, will simply start spending a day to get ahead of you. He'll work out, he'll solve more math equations, he'll read every book in the house day and night, he'll do anything to say, in the end, “I'll always be better.”

Five, who survived several apocalypses, life in the Commission and other things, will be a little...calmer. Yes, he has a younger body, which means he must have strength. But. Five was tired mentally and physically. His body may allow him to do a few runs around the academy if he really wants to, but the other question is, will he compete with you? No.

I understand that you are probably a little disappointed with this answer, yes? Sorry, but Five is not 13 years old! There may be a part of him that wants to get some praise from Reggie, but for the most part, he just doesn't care. He is an old man. He's 58 years old guys, all he wants to do is drink coffee and read some newspaper while enjoying a legal retirement. Your games do not impress him, play such games with Diego or Ben from Sparrow, and please do not bother him.

And so, we approach the other side, by some miracle Five liked you so much that he now loves you, congratulations! I think some of your sarcasm plus sweet and intelligent behaviour will annoy him a little, but for the most part it will amuse him. You, compared to him, are so inexperienced and cute, you are probably trying to copy him, right? He will rather laugh at your behavior.

But if you really are really incredibly smart, then congratulations, you can even shut him up for a while. Remember how Viktor reminded him of the events of season 2?

You stand next to Five, silently looking at him, then at his older doppelgänger lying on the cold metal surface of the table. A moment, and you noticeably shift your gaze first to the younger, then to the old man, and so on several times. This obviously does not go unnoticed by Five and he, already on the verge of breakdown, turns to you.

„What?” he practically grinds his teeth, trying to keep from sounding rougher.

“Nothing,” you shrug, chuckling softly. “It’s just that if he is you, and you are the creator of the Commission, then it’s a little funny.”

He raises one eyebrow at your words and, moving away from his counterpart, now seems a little interested in your point of view.

“What the hell is funny about that? Can you try to explain yourself, missy?”

“You complained that the suitcases are not bulletproof, but it turns out that this is like your mistake?” you are still smiling. “It's not that I blame you...”

For a moment there is only awkward silence between the two of you. You look at him, he looks at you, only making this conversation more awkward now. He seemed to think about your words and the realization really hit him hard, and his face turns red, more likely from anger, and possibly embarrassment.

“You brat really think it's a good idea to say it right now-”

I think if you have yandere Number Five behind you, who, if you remember, is one of the most dangerous people in the world, then you must be pretty damn smart. You must be much smarter than him, considering the fact that you are a simple person with no abilities. It will be incredibly difficult for you to avoid problems if he wants to have you with him 24/7, since he can literally appear at any moment and move you anywhere and you won’t even have time to blink.

Dealing with a person with teleportation is a 50/50 situation where you may or may not get lucky. Your reaction should be quick and immediate, being able to analyze your situation in a stressful situation, because then the right to make a mistake is a luxury that you cannot afford.

Right now, one of your many attempts to escape from Five, and you can tell exactly how he is not happy about this fact. How many times have you already done this? Five times? Ten? Twenty?! He is tired of constantly pulling you away from leaving the house, you damn annoying him at such moments, and after each such attempt, he often has to change the doors and locks on the windows, because you, by some fucking miracle, manage to break them.

“Can you stop this for one freaking day?” he hisses angrily, wrapping one arm around your neck, pressing you closer to him.

His other hand is on top of your mouth, thereby shutting you up. Just from looking at Five's face, you can see how tired he is. Sweat runs down his forehead and his chest rises up and down incredibly fast.

There is a slight smile on your face and for a moment you froze, looking up at him.

“Oh, I'm really sorry for all the trouble I'm causing you,” you say in your real, sad voice. “And sorry about that too.”

Without giving your kidnapper time to react, you strike him hard in the side with your elbow, causing him to groan in pain and let go of you for a moment. Enough for you to be able to escape from it.

If you are smart and have abilities that can help you, then it will be a little easier for you. Because you can at least protect yourself a little if something happens. But in the end, Five is an experienced killer who has a lot of experience and a mountain of corpses behind his back, so at some point the cat and mouse games will end and you can hardly escape your fate.

“You really made me all so worked up over this little games of yous ,” he admits, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “But in the end, you can’t run away from fate, right, angel?”

“My dear, it's only a matter of time before I can get away from you again,” you chirp happily, your wrists a little sore from how tight the ropes are pressing against your skin, but your whole appearance doesn't show it.

“Then I need to try to take this opportunity away from you forever,” his hand rests on your knee, squeezing lightly. Your breath is held for a moment and you look down, your heart beats stronger in your chest and it seemed that it was about to jump out.

He won't dare to break your legs, will he?

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Cure for writer's block

So uhh have a rare pair cause I love them and my fingers slipped and I wrote this

But fr DaiChuRanPoe am I rite????

I'm done with college for like... 2 weeks until I start summer class lol. Am struggling myself with writing and motivation so I'll be p slow

Yea thats ab it, enjoy<3

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Chuuya x Poe (+ Dazai and Ranpo) (romantic)

Lee: Chuuya

Ler: Poe

Warnings: Tickles! Gey!

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Poe let out a frustrated sigh, pen swiveling across his fingers before being carelessly dropped on the desk. This caught Chuuya’s attention. “Something wrong?”

“No, I’m just—”

“Stuck?”

Poe let out a tired sigh “Yeah… My head keeps pulling a blank on this next section”

“Hmm… mind if I take a look?”

“I was hoping to show you once it was done, but if you don’t mind…”

“Not at all! I’m happy to be of service” Chuuya smiled, causing Poe to return one out of gratitude.

Fancy hat made his way over to his lover’s lap and took the manuscript, starting to read what Poe had written so far.

This was the first time Chuuya read one of his drafts. Ranpo has read countless of them, despite the author wanting to write something to finally stump him. Even Dazai has snooped at his work, but not Chuuya. It felt… flustering? His face surely felt warm.

Poe’s anxious thoughts started to scramble in his head over Chuuya’s reaction. What would he think? What would he say? What if he didn’t like it?! He had an arm around the ginger’s middle, his fingers lightly tapping along the other’s waist as a way to release the nervous jitters.

“Hngh—” Chuuya’s breath hitched from the touch. It didn’t go unnoticed by the author, if anything, Poe had a look of amusement on his face.

He let out a quiet chuckle and asked “Ticklish, love?”

“Of course not!” The ginger spat out quickly in a defensive manner, his own cheeks starting to flare up. “Now let me read” he grumbled, returning his attention to the papers at hand.

Poe tried holding back a laugh, instead letting out a snort at the situation at hand. Who would’ve thought that his mafioso of a boyfriend would be adorably sensitive? He leaned towards Chuuya’s neck and started planting soft kisses along the skin, while his hand lightly skittered over the shorter male’s abdomen.

“Pff- Stahahap it!” Chuuya let out an involuntary laugh, squirming around from the ticklish touch.

The author grinned at the sound, now using both hands to attack at the ginger’s tummy and sides as his lips brushed close to his ear. “Didn’t know my writing was that funny~”

“Gohohod! You teheheasy bastard! You’re just as bahahad as that stupid Dahazai!” Chuuya threw his head back against Poe’s chest, all while giggling like a little boy.

“Oh? I’m a teasing bastard now?” Poe gave off a devious smirk. “Should I tell Dazai about how cute and sensitive you are?~” he asked with a teasing tone, his fingertips tracing up and down the ginger’s sides.

“NO!” I’ll kihihill you!” Chuuya tried seeming all serious, but everytime he spoke up, he’d dissolve into a fit of giggles all over again.

“I dunno… you’re gonna have to convince me not to tell him~” Poe’s fingers trailed up until he reached his ribs, giving them a light squeeze.

“EEP!” Chuuya’s body jerked violently, almost flinging off of Poe if it weren’t for his grip. “I’ll doho anything!”.

Normally Chuuya would never give in so easily, but any sense of confidence would go out the window once Dazai was involved. Not that he’d admit to that out loud.

Poe let out a soft hum, pretending to think about it. “Anything, hmm?” Another amused snort escaped him as the ginger nodded his head furiously. “I think I know…~” with that, he gently lifted Chuuya’s arms above his head and dug his wiggly fingers against the exposed skin of his armpits.

“GYAH!!! EDDIEEEEHEHEHEHE!” poor Chuuya shrieked and cackled at the top of his lungs. His face beet red and hair all tussled. Poe was having a blast seeing his hotheaded boyfriend laughing up a storm.

“What a perfect way to wait out writer’s block. You’ve been of much help~” Poe teased, letting out a chuckle of his own as he kept tickling Chuuya to pieces. Despite being shorter, they both know that Chuuya has the strength to escape whenever he wants, but we won’t mention that.

Outside of Poe’s study, there’s a pair of brown and green eyes watching the scene go down. Snickering to themselves as they take pictures and recordings, mainly Dazai as a way to blackmail Chuuya later on, but for now he’ll let the two have their fun.

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The bsd brainrot is p bad. Got stormbringer and first vol of age 15 so maybe more bsd fics?? 👀

[pixiedustandfairypowers]

The Mario/Bowser/Peach love triangle will always be the funniest thing to me

I know many of you are thinking that it's not really a love triangle since one of them is clearly more evil than the other and there's absolutely no chance that Peach would ever actually get together with Bowser... right?

I dunno about you, but it seems to me that this kind of reaction is a bit more than just being worried that he's going to hurt his friend. The second one especially is in the context of a scene where Bowser starts offering Peach flowers and this panicked reaction seems to indicate that Mario has some sort of insecurity that she might WILLINGLY choose Bowser over him. Like the whole ordeal that she had been through wouldn't be enough to turn her off of Bowser completely.

And Bowser himself was quite insecure throughout the 2023 movie:

"So like Peach was super impressed?"

"Does the Princess like him?"

"DO PRINCESSES FIND HIM ATTRACTIVE!?!?"

Also another way that they're similar:

Even when they're imprisoned all they can think about is their love for her while there's romantic song playing.

Mario is obviously a good guy but his motives for rescuing Peach seem less than perfect, as on some level he just really wants to be with her and I think he's under the impression that for all the obstacles he clears for her to rescue her, that Peach might one day reciprocate his feelings. And in Bowser's case, he thinks that kidnapping her and giving her all the best things in the world would win her over: the finest dress, the finest cake, a wedding on the moon, he'd even steal a powerful star so they could be invincible together.

I also think that both guys feel insecure because the other has something that he doesn't: in Mario's case, he's just a lowly plumber who has feelings for a princess, and there's no way that someone of his status would ever be interesting to someone like her. And in Bowser's case, he may be a king and have many riches to be proud of but he's also not human and therefore has reason to be insecure about whether or not a princess could ever find a turtle like him to be attractive.

But as we all know, she just straight up rejects both of them.

"Enough!"

But with the way she's scolding them, it's like she's putting both of them ON THE SAME LEVEL, like she's just tired of constantly being caught up in their silly love rivalry where at the end of the day, it was all just a way for them to show off and win her over without really taking the time to consider her feelings at all. Even if she did truly have romantic feelings for Mario somewhere, do you really think her priority is trying to navigate those when she's under the constant stress of being kidnapped and running a kingdom to go with it?

On some level, I'm not really sure I ever want this love triangle resolved. It's just too funny otherwise. This idea that Mario and Bowser are actually friends deep down...

...but all of their fighting, their famous deep seated rivalry, is not so much due to them hating each other personally, but instead it's all because of a girl.

[divinelolita]

sad bill kaulitz x male reader

can be read as platonic or romantic

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"Hey, gorgeous."

M/N said jokingly, watching Bill appear from the bunk beds of the tour bus as he flicked through the TV channels. "Hey, handsome." Bill smiled back, cheeks slightly flushed as he flopped down next to him, knees touching as Bill went to rest his head on his best friends shoulder. He yawned quietly, looking at what M/N put on TV. "Erm.. Where's everybody else..?" Bill asked lowly, picking at the loose strings on his sweater. Well- not his sweater. It was technically M/N's sweater but as long a he didn't notice is was his. Finders keepers.

"Ah. I dunno." M/N responded, slinging an arm around Bills shoulders pulling him closer. Bill smiled, sighing quietly as he suddenly propped himself up, sitting upright on the sofa with M/N's arm still slung around him. M/N raised an eyebrow, looking at the black haired boy with concern in his eyes. Bills mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally got words out.

"I..do you ever just feel..erm..tired of it all?" Bill asked skeptically, shifting slightly as he picked at his black nails. M/N tilted his head in confusion, "What do you mean, Bill?" he questioned, slowly getting more and more concerned by the second as he saw how jittery Bill was. "Just- I don't know. The same shit happens every day, yknow? I mean, I really just want to be myself and find somebody who like me for me, but it all seems so..fake. People only like me because-" Bill took a shaky breath, his eyes glossed with tears but refused to let them fall infront of his friend."People only like me because I'm famous. I..I just want somebody to like me for me, M/N." Bill managed to look into M/N's eyes, emotions filling them yet Bill couldn't tell what. Was it pity? Worry? Sympathy?

"Sorry. That came out of nowhere." Bill apologized when M/N didn't say anything for a few seconds. Bill let out a shaky laugh, trying to ease the air. "No, no I get what you mean..." M/N breathed out, rubbing Bills shoulder softly. "I promise somebody will like you for you, Billy. You're perfect. I mean," M/N chuckled softly "Seriously, anybody who doesn't like you is insane. You're gorgeous, funny, caring, polite. Really Bill, your perfect. "

Bill let out a shaky breath, M/N pulling him into a hug. Bill shakingly wrapped his arms around the others neck, soft sobs wracking through his body. M/N didn't shush him, didn't say anything, just held his best friend close to him. He ran his fingers through his hair, giving a light kiss to the singers forehead.

"I'm here for you Bill, no matter what you can always talk to me."

His sobs slowly stopped over time,his grip staying the same on your shoulders as you continued to hold him, leaning back into the sofa as you waited for the others.

[sugawhaaa]

Theo one-shot

"Ex!?!?!"

Word count::1,025

Warnings::mentions of abusive relatioship, mental and physical abuse

Pairing::Theo x fem!reader

Genre::fluff

A/N: I had another part to this that was basically pure smut but I felt it ruined the cute boyfriend vibes so I cut it out lol (if you want it just comment and I'll post it)

The sound of light scribbles and tiktok audios filled the hotel room you and Theo were currently staying in. Taeyang is on break right now and as a little get away you and him booked a hotel in his hometown. Today he showed you around the city and showed you where he went to school, parks he played at and at the end you got ice cream together. It was honestly a blast but tomorrow was the day you'd meet his parents for the first time. Theo is only your second boyfriend but still you know that meeting the parents never goes well.

"You seem upset," Theo said, worried looking up at you. He set his phone down and held your hand gently. "Are you stressing about tomorrow?" He said with his hair down in his eyes.

"Kinda…" you said, avoiding eye contact and looking at your little sketch.

"It'll be fine, I'm sure they'll love you," he smiled warmly at you as he rubbed his warm hand against yours. 

"That's what they always say," you laughed.

"Either way, I don't care, I love you too much to care what my parents say," he smiled up at you and returned his gift. He kissed your hand and went back to his phone. "Remember if you need anything you can always talk to me," 

You nodded your head and went back to drawing as your other hand held Theo's. The room was so cozy, the dim lights, the rain outside, being with your boyfriend, it was perfect and the butterflies in your stomach went wild over Theos outfit. A short sleeved black hoodie and some baggy white pants. For some reason you loved it perhaps a little too much. You caught yourself staring at him when he looked up at you. You blushed and went back to drawing. Theo laughed.

"What's up with you? You acting so weird," he said as he set his phone down again. 

"I dunno, I guess I'm just tired," you said leaning back in your chair. 

"Okay let's go snuggle in bed then," he said immediately standing up. You were kind of surprised at how quickly he adjusted to your mood. He went over to the bed and you followed. You both crawled into bed facing each other. The warm blankets wrapped around both of you as Theo gently played with your hair as his eyes looked at you with pure love and adoration. "Did you ever meet your ex's parents…" he said randomly as he wrapped his arms around you.

"What? I mean yeah I did but why are you asking?" You said as you snuggled into his shoulder. He pouted before saying

"I want to be better than him,"

You laughed at him. "It's not funny!" He yelled.

"You're better than him in every way possible, you should know this," you said as you patted his head. He let go of the hug to look at you again.

"How can I know I'm better when you never tell me anything about him, I don't even know his name!" He pouted. Oh he can be such a baby sometimes. 

"Fine his name was yoojun, and he hurt me," you frowned at him when his face contorted. 

"He did what?" Theo looked at you sternly.

"He was just mentally abusive…mainly," you said awkwardly before showing him how upset you really were. He held you in his arms again.

"What would he do to you?" He said with a shaking voice. 

"He tried to keep me away from my friends a lot, and it was like only his life mattered. If I ever complained about anything he would go on a rant about how difficult his life is," you sighed as Theo rubbed your back to comfort you. "And I mean sometimes he'd hit me. One time he thought-" you paused because tears started poking at your eyes. You took a deep breath and swallowed your tears. "He thought I was cheating on him and he had valid points but I wasn't! I didn't know how to back myself up so he slapped me…" 

Theo's jaw dropped as his wide eyes stared at you. 

"What!? Why didn't you tell me this before," he said, clearly upset.

"I dunno," you stuttered. 

"What else did that bastard do!?" He said furiously.

"Whoa whoa relax baby it's okay, he's gone now," you put your hands on his chest. "But he did do some questionable things to me in bed," you said looking up at the ceiling. 

"Like what!" Theo said, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you. You laughed at him while he sternly looked at you. 

"I don't know, make me wear weird costumes and make rude comments about my body…" you softly spoke while Theo looked at you madly. 

"Do you still think his insults are true?" He calmed down a bit but he was still mad. 

"Kinda…" you said, biting your lip lightly. 

"Oh I'm gonna prove that bastard so wrong," he said clenching his fist. 

"W-what do you mean?" You said nervously watching him shift around in the bed. 

"I'm going to prove to you how amazing you are!" 

"But you don't even know what he said!" You said waving your hands around like a maniac.

"Alright tell me everything he said," Theo looked down at you while hanging over you. His face, inches away from your eyes, his body hovering over yours. You got flustered. 

"Are you sure you wanna do this n-now?" You blushed and put your arms around his neck casually.

"Yes. Now stop avoiding my question," he growled.

"Okay fine! He said I taste bad…" you blushed and looked out the window covered in rain. 

"Like your skin?" Theo said, confused.

"No," you blushed and let your arms fall above your head and rest on the pillow. 

"Your mouth?" Asked leaning down closer to you.

"Nope.." you said, playing with your own hair. That's when it clicked in his brain. His finger traced your lips as his eyes darkened. 

"I see now. I haven't gotten to taste that yet, would you mind lending me a bite?" He said with a bite of his lip. You blushed and looked up at him. 

"As long as you want to," you said, putting your hands in his hair.

[chromatic-lamina]

Behold the mighty Kikoku (on the right). Oda gives Law such a Japanese sword and then seems intent on making the anthropomorphic representation as cartoon-y German as can be, perhaps! Like, myself and a few dozen others steadfastly ignore the nationality SBS! Kikoku is funny though.

The one to the left is Mogura, which is the name of Katakuri’s trident, and also a word for mole 🥰 I think Mogura is offering Kikoku some donuts, but he declines cos he’s tired, but it’s not clear (Edit in, July 13, Mogura doesn't clearly offer. He just says the donuts are good).

The requester begged Oda to make the anthropomorphism cool. Dunno if they were joking. Seems that Oda took them to heart ;-) It seems like Kikoku was a “bonus”, cos it seems only Mogura was asked about.

The next question was asking more fully about K-Room though, and whether it was an extension of Kikoku, I think. But Oda replied the K was for the K like in Katana, knife and so on, and the skill lay in the fact that only Law could wield it in the operating room his fruit made. But I’m just reading with machine translation here, so I’ll wait for some better info, BUT…I had to share Kikoku (not the ethereal shedevil most of us write her as), and the whole page of Law lore! Please excuse my fingers and the shoddy photos.

BTW, on the inside cover, Robin’s face is replaced with pandaman’s. Also, Kid, Law, Killer and Apoo all appear at the front to volume 106 in the line-up of characters. Will have to see if they’re also in 107.

Edit in: July 13

Artur's translation, from Library of Ohara on Twitter, makes more sense. The いや being a more general "Whoo, I'm done" sense (I think) than a "No" sense. Also, good information on K-Room and R-Room here:

Oda explains Law's awakening moves: K-ROOM stands for "Knife-Room", where he coats his sword with his Room, whereas "R-ROOM" stands for "離-ROOM" (pronounced "Ree-ROOM", "Remote-ROOM" if translated), being able to create ROOMs remotely away from his body

Link here.

[table-the-princess]

Part 0

Chapter I The Hero and The Princess

[Proceed into the cabin]

The Narrator: The interior of the cabin is almost entirely bare. The air is stale and musty and the floor and walls are painted in a fine layer of dust. The only furniture of note is a plain wooden table. Perched on that table is a pristine blade.

The Narrator: The blade is your implement. You'll need it if you want to do this right.

(Explore) [Take the table]

The Narrator: You grab the table by the sides and lift it up, straining your muscles. The pristine blade tumbles off the edge.

Voice of the Hero: I'll be honest, I don't really understand why we're doing this, but I guess I'll trust your judgement.

The Narrator: I have to admit, he has a point. There's no reason for you to carry a table down there, and you aren't going to be able to take it as well as the blade, which I'll remind you is necessary to slay the princess. Just put it down, pick the blade up off the floor, and walk down into the basement.

The Narrator: I doubt you'll be able to carry the table for long anyway. It's heavy, and your arms are already getting tired.

Voice of the Hero: I guess we'll just push it? Or drag it behind us?

The Narrator: Fine. You set the table down on the floor, and start pushing it towards the door. What do you even plan to do with it anyway? Bludgeon the princess to death?

Voice of the Hero: I'm pretty curious about that too.

Choices:

A: I plan to do exactly that. If she's capable of ending the world, I doubt a knife will be enough to stop her. But this table is heavy, and if she attacks me back, I bet it'll make a decent shield.

B: If she's been trapped in a basement, I doubt the people who put her there were kind enough to give her any furniture. Bringing it will be a nice gesture, and if worst comes to worst and I have to slay her, at least she'll have something before she dies.

C: I dunno, it seems pretty funny though.

D: [Continue without saying anything]

[burplewrites]

holiday dinner | cove james holden & baxter alexander ward

𓆉 | fandom: our life: beginnings & always

𓆉 | characters: cove holden, baxter ward, reader

𓆉 | word count: 660 words (3,583 characters)

𓆉 | a/n: merry late christmas + happy holidays <3 this is so ooc im so tired. its like 3am (basically 4) where i am and honestly i dunno why i did this to myself (writing new years story in my dreams tonight) \(^ヮ^)/ note, im in the true blue colours so this is black and white (for baxter) so if it isn't for you please just imagine it issshjnevfj

it was interesting to say the least, having christmas with an ex who broke their heart (which was totally in the past now) and their now current boyfriend. even with the apology and everything being alright between the three of them, y/n couldn't help but think it was a little awkward. not for them of course, but for the two boys.

baxter was sitting in their living room, across from cove who was awakwardly looking around. y/n chuckled to themselves as they were setting the table, since cove hadn't looked this in a while…. since that summer. even at the wedding, it wasn't this bad.

"hm romeo, can you get the stuff from the fridge?" y/n said, finally freeing cove from the awkward tension in the living room. cove's demeanour lifted as he got up and walked over to the fridge. y/n looked over at baxter as he sighed with a smile and made eye contact with y/n.

"this is awkward isn't it?" y/n said, walking over with plates in their hands. baxter nodded, with a small chuckle.

"honestly, it reminds me of that summer, when cove was so wary of me, so its okay."

cove quickly came by, stealing the plates from y/n's hands. then he looked at baxter and looked down. y/n always found it so funny how even with his tall stature, cove also looked so small when he was building the courage to say something.

"uh- sorry baxter."

y/n looked at cove, holding in their laugh then looked at baxter who looked at cove with a geniune smile.

when y/n realised that they were the only one who found this awkwardness between these two grown men hilarious, they frowned. "booo, you guys aren't fun. i wanted some christmas entertainment. cove why do you have to be so kind, and baxter why do you have to be so understanding?!"

cove and baxter looked at each other and laughed with confused looks on their face.

"did you want us to… fight?"

"or did you want cove and i to stay awkward for the whole day?"

y/n face felt warm as they shooed off the boys, and walked off to check the food in the oven. honestly, y/n was glad that her boyfriend and friend seemed to be getting along. but, that tension brought back the kid in them.

"you know, liz would enjoy this very much. be glad im not her, always teasing, basically borderline bullying."

"y/n… i love you so i have to tell you the truth, but you're basically doing that right now."

"i'm going to have to side with cove on this one y/n."

y/n peeked out of the kitchen with a shocked look before laughing. their laugh made baxter chuckle a little, which in turn made cove start laughing. the tension was still there, but it was lessened, so much so that baxter got up from his semi-permanent space on the couch and took some plates from cove and started placing them on the table.

y/n went back to the kitchen, draping cove's apron over themselves and started to bake some extra treats for their celebration. cove and baxter decided to help out as much as they could, but got distracted having a conversation. it was shocking to y/n but they blamed the new development on the christmas spirit and the joy that was all around them.

as they were sitting down for their meal, y/n watched the different ways the two boys ate. cove ate like he had never seen food before, but in his polite way. baxter on the other hand, ate properly like he was royalty. y/n chuckled, as they all talked about holiday plans and how good the food is. it was their first holiday together as this newly formed trio, and even though it started off awkward, they were friends, and this small get-together was the start of the true rekindling of an amazing friendship.

[unadulterated-syd]

Warnings; normal the walking dead warnings.

Synopsis; Y/n opens up about working in the Military

A/n; This was a request from @greatfandom , thank you so so much for requesting :)

Sorry it's short!

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\You kept your eye trained on the small scope present with your gun, looking out over the prison field. Today you took Glenn and Maggie's usual job of watching over the Prison Yard, from the guard tower. Not that you needed to, however, you were up every night waiting for something, or someone, to attack constantly.

Who knew when the Prison gates would come down, you certainly didn't. Especially with the ongoing war between Rick and the Governor. They were both unpredictable, and you wanted to be awake to stand even a sliver of a chance.

You hadn't survived the initial blow of biters just to die in a feud between new communities, especially to someone you saw as stupid and reckless; like the Governor.

So you busied yourself quite nicely, keeping your eyes trained over the Prison yard. It was hard to refrain from shooting the mindless targets, however, you knew the group was low on ammo. You wouldn't be the one to slip up and waste it all.

Taking your eye from the scope, you jumped hearing steps behind you. You looked behind you, quickly training your gun on Daryl. As soon as you realized it was him, you aimed your gun at the floor. "Jesus, Dixon." You exhaled, letting the worry escape you.

"Who else would it be?" He grumbled, he was tired you could see that much, but he was like you. He would stay up every night just like you, though he usually sat in the yard, watching from up close. He sat down beside you, not adding to the pathetic "conversation" you'd both had.

You sat in silence for awhile, neither of you doing anything whilst your eye stayed trained on the scope. You saw a walker in the farthest corner of the prison yard, lined yourself up, and shot. Square in-between the eyes. However, you drew back from the gun after that, you could tell the biter had been one you simply missed in the initial clearing.

You could tell that much as he had been idly trying to get to his friends through the fence.

Daryl watched the gun, he wasn't one to ask many questions; let alone speak at all. But he was curious, aim like that didn't come from someone who'd been handed a gun for the first time, a couple years ago. You'd had training and he knew that much, but how.

You seemed to hear his thoughts as his eyes stayed on the gun. "Military." You told him, pulling back from the gun, and leaning in your chair. "Special Ops branch. Got the personality there too, if that was ever a question."

"How's that work anyway." He leaned back too, not particularly looking at you. Or anything for that matter. "Dunno, wasn't really big in the usual Military." You paused, adding to that, "My dad was a huge Army guy, had a gun in my hand before I turned 8. Wasn't safe, but I'm here and he's not. Must've done that much right."

"Maybe he felt the walkers coming, in his knees." He joked, referencing how your parents used to talk about the rain coming when their joints ached. "Was that a joke, Dixon?" You smiled at him, having never seen him come out of his own little shell.

"I'm capable. Funny man, I am." He nodded, giving you a slim smile as well. Though his smiles typically looked more like slight smirks, you appreciated the idea of seeing him smile. "You should do it more, haven't had much to laugh at since that whole 'yo j.c.' thing."

He shrugged, looking back over the field. "He should be taking damn requests." You smiled at him again, rolling your eyes this time. "I don't know, seems like he's a bit busy with the mindless people-eating biters at the moment." It was your turn to joke.

It was nice to sit in his company like this, a sense of normalcy. Like two old friends rekindling their friendship. You had fallen fast for the likes of Daryl, quiet, and kind. The way he'd searched so thoroughly for another person's kid. He'd barely known Sophia, but the severity he had in looking for her, it warmed your heart.

There wasn't much good left in this world, and even if he hid behind a wall of stubbornness and mystery, you knew where his heart lied. And he felt the same to you, you never pushed or pried, and a part of him felt he was doing everything right as long as you were still behind him.

He set his hand on yours, keeping his eyes trained on the field. "Did you know this was comin'?" He asked, mostly referencing your connections to the government. "Nope." You popped the p, "Was on leave for a couple weeks, visiting my mom. She was ill, by the time I went to go back the government was in shambles."

"Sounds like you screwed the world up."

"Haha. Very funny, Dixon."

[darthbloodorange]

Becoming Older

Rating: Gen Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Clint Barton/Steve Rogers, Avengers Team Members & Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Other Avengers Warnings: None Major Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Pranks and Practical Jokes, Future Fic, Hurt Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Steve Rogers's Birthday, Awesome Clint Barton, POV Steve Rogers Word count: 300 - Triple Drabble

Summery: Steve isn't aging. Clint tires to help… or at least lighten things up a bit.

For the: ✦ @fluffystevefest - Aging [July 4: BIRTHDAY] +☆ Vitaray Chamber: Feature non-serumed Steve and/or explore an effect of the supersoldier serum. [Focused on Steve's serum slowed aging] ✦ @sweetspicybingo H/C Bingo - "I've got you." [D2] {Sample Card 3: Comfort, No Hurt]

Read below or on AO3 >HERE<

Steve looks himself over in the mirror, his frown deepening the longer he looks.

He hears the bathroom door open behind him as Clint comes in. "You're spending an unusually long time in here," Clint says.

Steve meets Clint's eyes in the reflection.

Clint's expression drops, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Steve says, turning away from the mirror and walking into Clint's arms. "It's... nothing,"

Clint's holds him tight. His hands rubbing up and down his back soothingly. "It doesn't seem like nothing."

"I dunno. It's just that, tomorrow, I'm gonna be 137 years old,"

"71," Clint corrects quietly.

"Everyone around me is getting older and I don't look like I've aged a day since 26."

Clint sighs.

"I think Bruce is right. I'm not aging," Steve says. "I mean, we knew it was a possibility. I thought I understood that. But everyone's getting older... but me."

"I'm sorry, Steve," Clint says, squeezing him tight.

"It's not your fault," Steve says, resting his head on Clint's shoulder. "Nothing can be done about it."

"Oh, I know! I've got you."

Steve pulls back "...What?"

Clint gives him a small smile. "Nothing to fix it. But there is something you could do that might be fun at least. Maybe it'll help."

"I'm all ears."

Clint moves over to the cabinet underneath the bathroom sink. "I learnt some stuff while part of the circus. Nat taught me some stuff too. And I have a few S.H.I.E.L.D things lying around..."

"What are you suggesting...?"

[July 4th - Morning]

Steve steps out into the communal kitchen of the Compound slowly. Ambling over towards the fridge.

A hush falls over the space as everyone stares at him wide-eyed.

A cup is dropped and broken.

"Steve? What-?" Someone asks.

"Age's finally caught up to me."

THE END

This was a little heavier than I expected in the first half. Especially for what I was hoping to be a funny short.

But yeah, Clint makes Steve look like an old man (Much to the other Avengers' shock and horror - And Steve's delight).

[fillinforlater]

what's your kpop journey ? (how you got into it, your first groups and biased, your opinion on kpop before etc.)

Thank you for the ask, my tired brain will try it's best to talk about how what when happened and yeah... let's go

Early Phase (2012-2016)

Basically me knowing that Psy exists because of Gangnam Style and later Gentleman. Young me really enjoyed those songs, but there was no real connection to korea or the idea/culture of kpop.

Then my sister introduced me to the song Tomorrow by BTS but because I was in my anime phase at the time, I just put it in my anime playlist. I fucking loved the song tho lol.

No bias, no real opinion either lol.

BLACKPINK Phase (2018-2019)

I don't really know how but I found Blackpink and started to vibe with their songs and style, which got really enhanced by their dance of DDU-DU DDU-DU on Just Dance 2019, which i played a lot. I got into them a bit more and my sister (who was a kpop fan behind my back basically kek) showed me Monster of EXO and Don't Wanna Cry of SEVENTEEN.

I was deinitely not a kpop fan, hell, I had no real clue about the culture or other groups or the fact that BTS, who I had one random song of was currently on and unprecedented rise. Everything was set in place, but I was still only danving to D4 lol

Lisa is my bias, though I dunno what that is yet lol. I like Blackpink, but the concept of kpop was not yet really in my mind.

Covid-Lockdown Phase (March 2020-May 2020)

This was the void. There was nothing to do, nothing thag mattered. All responsibilities were on hold. Time to watch vids my siblings to pass the time.

What are they watching? Asian men I do not understand? Looks... fun! With every day, every video, every song I add to my playlist I fall deeper into this glorious hole that is kpop. Like a sponge, I suck up all the content until I am this weird multistan with no sense of direction but the unbridled want to know more and to listen to more.

Blackpink, then BTS, then Twice, the it was already basically everyone else. Kpop filled my time with more fun than everything else could have. Life, strangely, was perfect. During a fucking lockdown, I reached a peek that continued.

My favorite group is BTS by a HUUUGE margin, my bias is switching between Lisa, Jin and Dahyun.

Deeper Into the Hole (June 2020-March 2021)

I add more groups to the list I like. KARD, Red Velvet, Mamamoo, EXO, NCT, SEVENTEEN, Everglow, aespa, TXT, ATEEZ... it never seems to stop. New releases left and right filling my mind to the point were even drastic changes in life cannot shake me up. I'm still falling, reaching deeper for more.

I find songs that I love to death. Answer by ATEEZ especially has me with adrenaline on every listen. It is about now that I find it not that difficult to remember names of members and that I see some (especially) female idols as very pretty.

BTS best group, Dahyun best girl.

K-Pop-Fan (April 2021-August 2021)

Basically yeah. Multistan that had commited to IZ*ONE last second because they were more than just good... they were literally the greatest girl group ever... though I have yet to realize it.

My life is going quite well, I have fun, I don't get tired of this genre that id more than music. It's stupid game shows, funny compilations, memes, stupid takes and pretty people. Around this time I get a bit spicy, reading fanfiction, dumb W*ttp*d stuff with crazy stories until...

Smut. Fuck, since when were TWICE this hot???

But this WP stuff is quite cringey... so I looked around and found Tumblr. First was Peach, then ddeun and then... Levi.

BTS best group, TWICE a close second, Dahyun best girl, Nayeon and Minju were in the hunt.

Smite, Smut and Smusic (September 2021-March 2022)

I messaged Levi (basically just a fanboy letter lol) and he encouraged me to try writing myself. The last time I wrote creatively was 2016, so I really doubted that I could pull something off.

About a week later, I'm in this server with all these cool smut writers and yeah... everything went crazy lol. My life was different and so was my kpop life. The visual effect of idols grew exponentionally, from very high to absurd, yet I still found myself finding beauty and attractiveness in other people around me. I dunno how to explain it lol.

I was writing, listening and also chatting with these new amazing friends that helped me navigate through what were difficult times while also being incredibly talented. My hobby of kpop now turned to another hobby with a new group of friends which grew to great importance in this phase.

BTS an inch before IZ*ONE, Minju easily my new ult.

That's my life (April 2022-now???)

A lot of stuff happened in this time frame but my attitude towards kpop, this community, writing or idols hasn't changrd too drastically. I saw my first concert, that was awesome. IVE rocks my world, other 4th gen groups fight their way to my heart, while I still really love older stuff.

I reach thousands of followers, find new insanely pretty and hot idols, write way too many fucking stories about fucking lol. I listen to almost everything, kpop is still my No. 1 hobby, yet it never overtook my whole personality.

BTS-IZ*ONE-IVE, Minju remains No. 1 but I love so many other idols, especially Yujin and Gaeul.

If you read all this, thank you, have a nice day!

[dalesramblingsblog]

Oh for fuck's sake Voyager are we doing the Great Replacement now? Really? "Don't trust seemingly confused and helpless aliens because they might secretly be scheming masterminds who want to subvert your entire culture?" Christ almighty.

Look, I really do try and give Voyager the benefit of the doubt. From the third season alone, episodes like Distant Origin, Remember, and even Future's End rank as some of my favourite pieces of Star Trek ever. I'm not some guy who's gonna go around blithely hating Voyager for the sake of its being Voyager.

But this ugly reactionary streak keeps manifesting and I'm really getting tired of it.

Warlord: "Oh man Kes is in a skintight jumpsuit and might want to kiss Galyn Görg, isn't that so creepy but also kinda hot?" Why thank you Warlord, I'm glad we could make up for Deep Space Nine's not having any Mirror Universe episodes this year.

The Q and the Grey: "Oh man wouldn't it be so funny if Q's ex showed up just to call the franchise's first female captain to headline a TV series a bitch? Let's also have Q make dated '50s sitcom ahh references to his newfound wife as 'the ball and chain.'"

Blood Fever: "Now listen, don't go repressing your sexuality, because that might lead to bad things. But also if you try to force yourself on your superior officer we're not gonna reprimand you in any way because you're just following your biological urges. And feel free to beat the snotters out of each other by the way."

Favorite Son: "Wouldn't it be so cool if you got to hang out with Howard Hamlin on a planet of smoking hot women and practise polyamory? No, it wouldn't! Because female sexuality is an inherently corruptive and evil force and only evil space vixens would dare wield it against our poor stout male heroes!"

Real Life: "Aren't *those people* with their hip ho- sorry, Klingon opera and their gang initiations so scary? I sure am glad we can all come together as a white heterosexual family unit, which is the only worthwhile family unit by the way. No, what even is a gay person, somebody call David Livingston to stop those extras holding hands. Anyway, since you didn't ask, here's what *I* thought about the 1992 LA riots."

Look, to a certain extent I'm just dicking around here, and I know that there are all manner of problems of this kind to be found in the long history of Star Trek. Deep Space Nine, just this same season, did Let He Who Is Without Sin..., and we're barely a year away from Profit and Lace, so please don't think that this is just a case of me . But equally, when you lay it out like this... I dunno, man. The third season of Voyager seems, to me at least, particularly regressive.

And I know I've said this before but what the hell happened to Lisa Klink between Seasons Two and Three? Like, four of the episodes I cited were written by her, and nothing prior to Warlord gives off the vibes of "Yep this person has weird views about the world." What, did she spontaneously pick up reading 4chan as a hobby over the summer? Is it just a case of being handed awful scripts and trying desperately to craft a functional teleplay out of them? In all honesty, probably.

But even so, it's very unfortunate, particularly for someone who proved they could write some truly great episodes with Hippocratic Oath, Resistance and Remember.

I know I've got some people in my audience who seem to consistently enjoy Voyager a lot more than I do so I do apologise if I've caused offence with this one, but it just... really wouldn't leave my mind.

[skylertheminish]

Even more inane dog water writing! Please read tags for credit... can't wait to find typos and awful grammar later on lol.

A rumor and a bad guy.

The past few days had been awful. Case after case had been springing up and all with concerning records. Considering staff had rescues to take care of after hours, such as myself, this increase of workload was worrying indication of something sinister. While there was no evidence to confirm the suspicions of my boss. There was plenty speculation among staff that an organisation was the cause.

Galar has a Team for sure. But this wasn't Team Yell's kind of thing. And sure they were a headache to deal with, sinister they were not...or cruel for that matter! And it certainly wasn't Team Rocket. They got disbanded...right?

I finished off the last bit of work I could before clocking off. My bones cracking as I rose from my chair. Heading down the hallway I met up with Kate.

"Ya look awful. Like something dead warmed up" she commented while handing me a cup of tea, rather something passing itself off as tea. Don't know what the centre got for drinks but I'd wish they'd spend a little more on tea that had greater strength than 3 tea leaves.

"Aye" I sighed along with my thanks. Taking a sip of the weak tea water tea. Weak but welcoming.

"So have ya heard?"

"Hm? Heard what?" I asked before taking another sip.

"About the rumor going about. Thought you'd of all people would know" she gave a rather confused look at me.

"If its anything about whom is behind all these new cases then I have an idea or two. But anything outside of that I dunno. Been drowning in work."

This for some reason just prompted her to give a small smile. Which only confused me even more. She clearly knew something about this rumor.

"Well I've got something for ya to think about on the drive back home! Not exactly a change of scene, but I'm sure it will catch your interest to say the least."

"Aight what's the word then?"

As per usual for these rumors. It started off with someone who knew a relative of someone else with a gammy leg or whatever. Although in this case it was true. A member of staff has a relative who fits the description, and they were the source of the rumor. Kate was on the money about it catching my interest too.

"A missing Ceruledge you say?"

"Aye. Kinda odd we'd hear about this while you have your wee ones don't 'cha think?"

"I think it's just a coincidence. Odd for sure, but nothing more than that" I finished the tea "I'd best head off before traffic gets worse. Cheers for the tea Kate!"

"Take care!" I heard her say as I made my way to collect the Ceruledge infant and her brother from the daycare in the centre. Thankfully the drive back home was calm with only moderate traffic. Perfect for mulling things over! Kate knew full well that rumor regarding the percular Ceruledge would hold my interest, and get my mind somewhat off the recent cases. The person who rescued the pokemon from the lake was set on finding out more about it and its trainer. Knowing there was someone going out of their way for this Ceruledge cheered me up somewhat.

The drive home almost flew by before I knew it. If not for the few spells of traffic it certainly would have! Arriving back home, I went to preparing my Pokemon their dinner before loading a game to play and relax and distract myself from the past few awful days.

A good hour or so had passed. And Ceru decided she wanted to watch me play the game by climbing up onto my lap. She seemed to enjoy what was being played on the tv. Or at the very least was interested. But her response to a particular npc caught me off guard.

"Rrrrrr"

Her growling prompted a chuckle from my tired self. I knew this character she was growling at. It was the main bad guy currently disguised as a rotund, joyful mayor. "You don't like that man?"

"Rrrrr!" Hissss!

Oh she really didn't like the funny round man on the tv! And her hissing got me into a fit of chuckles. "Oh we don't like that man huh?" I commented while giving Ceru pats in an attempt to calm her.

"Don't worry lass. He is the bad guy and we won't let him win!"

Ceru crossed her arms and gave a nod. This video game character wasn't going to win. Not on her watch!

The past few days had been awful. But seeing Ceru look so determined, and hearing her adorable growls cheered me up and reminded me why I do what I do. They're worth fighting for.