#TADAAAAA

[greatcometcas]

MINT CONDITION (14x04) x 80s SLASHERS (NOW AVAILABLE ON VIDEOCASSETTE AND LASER VIDEODISC!)

[httpbandit]

Zombie mumbo or Artic fox grian :]

My apologies for this taking forever, exams kicking my ass lmao

BUT ANYWAYS YOU SAID ONE OR THE OTHER BUT I JUST HAD TO DO BOTH BC IT SEEMED COOL LMAO

Possibly went a tad overboard lmao

[reverbtunes]

precious - l.felix

➤ summary : what makes felix feel the most precious? you.

➤ pairing : lee felix x gn!reader

➤ genre : really really really painful fluff

➤ warnings : none!!

➤ word count : 355

➤ requested !

➤ a/n : anddddd we’re back!!!! i’m so sorry this is short but take this as me warming up and writing again <3 still working on the pending requests and the smau saur stay tuned sdkjnk have an amazing day and i hope you enjoy!!! lowercase intended !

“oh, sweetheart,” felix said gently as he wrapped his arms around your shaking figure. 

you’d been having a hard time with anxious thoughts and deadlines and just life in general. you thought you could handle it on your own and chose not to tell felix about any of this. obviously, lee felix did not need you to tell him anything for him to realize that something was up.

“what is wrong with me?” you ask, your voice breaking about a million times.

your boyfriend rocked you back and forth, holding you securely and whispering, “absolutely nothing. needing help doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you.”

the two of you stayed in silence for a while after, felix’s words replaying in your head like a mantra, bringing you the comfort you’d been looking for all these days.

you sniffled as you calmed down and questioned, “how are you so precious?”

he giggled and took your hands in his own warm ones.

“you made me precious.”

with your wide, slightly watery eyes staring back at him, your lips twitching with the smallest smile, and your forehead coming forward to meet his, lee felix felt like the most precious person in the world.

with your gentle gaze in the mornings, your head still half buried in your pillow, and your legs thrown on top of his as you greeted him good morning, lee felix felt like the most precious person in the world.

with your contagious laugh at something stupid he said, your hand coming up to playfully hit him on the shoulder and then dragging him into a hug full of warmth and adoration, lee felix felt like the most precious person in the world.

with your hand reaching towards him in car, your special “felix and y/n” playlist in the background, and your ring shining underneath the streetlights, lee felix felt like the most precious person in the world.

with you and your eyes, with you and your smile, with you and your laugh, with you and your tears, with you and purely, unfiltered you, lee felix felt like the most precious person in the world.

[fearsgod]

SO QUICK HC:

I HC THAT SHE HAS SHARP CANINES AND A SMALL GAP IN THE MIDDLE OF HER TWO FRONT TEETH: THE REST ARE DECENTLY STRAIGHT

she also bites the inside of her cheeks a lot when she's nervous which results in scarring on the inside of her mouth

[polarisbear]

HERES MY DTIYS! tag your piece “#dTetoiys” and i’ll reblog it. in case the tag is being fussy, feel free to @ or send me an ask bc i do wanna see all of y’all’s art. no time limit btw. but if you need a due date, two weeks from now (may 5th) will be the “deadline.” have fun i can’t wait to see your teto’s :)

[illegally-blind-and-deaf]

So I might be ace?

[batmanego]

COLE CASH READING LIST

cole's backstory is kind of a nightmare to wade through as he has been subject to so many retcons and reboots and general fuckery, but here is a list of issues i consider to be essential in understanding his character and/or key points in his backstory, with some explanation/extrapolation added.

bolded is essentials, italicized is personal favorites. links included.

wildc.a.t.s: covert action teams: this is the og comic. not too cole-centric, but there are some important bits and pieces. wildcats trilogy and grifter (1995) are included for chronological reasons.

issue 1, issue 5, issue 8, wildcats trilogy 1, wildcats trilogy 2, wildcats trilogy 3, issue 20, grifter (1995) issue 1, issue 25, issue 31, issue 32, issue 50

grifter (1996): cole solo series. has some important things related to his past and his psyche. i really like this series. it should be noted that (SPOILERS!) cole's dad being alive is literally never acknowledged in any other cole media ever, so it's fair to say that that is not canon and jacob is still extremely dead.

issue 1, issue 2, issue 3, issue 4, issue 5. i think the rest of the comic is pretty good too but you don't have to read it.

wildcats (1999): i really, genuinely recommend reading this entire series. it is an excellent examination of the horrors of war and what it means to be a good person. it is also a buddy cop comedy about three guys trying desperately to run a company. it is very, very good, and i couldn't bring myself to narrow it down.

issue 1 is here. start with that and then read the whole comic. please also read the annual, because Holy God.

team 7 (1994): this miniseries is very short, and the whole thing is pretty essential to cole's character.

start here.

team 7: dead reckoning: see above.

start here.

point blank: takes place after/during wildcats 1999. again, a short miniseries essential to cole's character.

start here.

wildcats 3.0: god, i hate wildcats 3.0. there's some relevant cole stuff, though. tw for rape in regards to everything that wax (blue suit spooky eyes guy) has going on in issue 8.

issue 1, issue 2, issue 3, issue 4, issue 5, issue 8, issue 9

wildcats (2006): lots could be said about grant morrison and jim lee's failed one-issue venture into wildcats, but i actually think the single issue they put out is really good when it comes to characterizing cole. it is not canon even a little bit, though.

read it here.

wildcats (2008), more commonly known as wildcats: worlds end: it's... okay. it's an apocalypse narrative. we get some fun tidbits about cole and he does one important thing.

issue 1, issue 18

grifter (2011): kind of a weird take on the classic daemonite thing, but the discussion between cole and his brother is important, so i'm putting it here.

issue 3, issue 8

batman: urban legends: i think his stories in this are cute, if a little apocryphal (saying max is his older brother? for shame!). also, it is an anthology series, so you'll have to skim to find his stories.

issue 1, issue 2, issue 3, issue 4, issue 5

[sexysilverstrider]

SGAO | Unrequited Destiny 5

   In life, Suguri ever wondered if he deserved some semblance of happiness.

   He couldn’t remember how long he had his parents, but he remembered sitting in a big room filled with quiet sobs and pitiful prayers. He remembered clutching onto his grandmother’s dress, hiding his face and whimpering in sorrowful confusion. He remembered seeing his sister’s back as she held their grandfather’s hand. He saw that her little hand was shaking. Her heavy head hung low. People who were dressed in black sometimes came to them, and Suguri did all that he could to dig his face deeper into his grandmother’s dress.

   He remembered seeing an altar. Placed on it were pictures of his beloved parents.

   Suguri couldn’t remember much, but he remembered crying, asking for his parents.

   As he grew up, reality sank in and he had to use that knowledge to forge a shield for a stronger self. It was hard. Unbearable. Yet their grandparents’ love and his sister’s strength helped him believe that all that was lost would be returned with something better.

   He believed that. He wanted to believe that.

   But as he grew up. As life continued to move on—sometimes leaving him behind—Suguri had to learn that the shield he had for himself wasn’t strong enough.

   People often say that he didn’t talk much. He didn’t know what to say. They all approached him with the intention that he should start the conversation. And when he didn’t? Most either shook their heads in awkward disappointment or shrugged away in blatant annoyance. While the older natives of Kitakami were much more sympathetic, much kinder, others outside of his hometown were proven to be the opposite.

   “You don’t talk much, huh.”

   “Here I thought Zeiyu’s little brother would be scary like her.”

   “Come on, speak up!”

   For a year since he enrolled in Blueberry Academy, it had been nothing but taunts and jeers of his wellbeing. The bullying came off as obvious at first, then quieted down immediately once Zeiyu got knowledge of it and taught them all a lesson. While the situation had calmed down, Suguri couldn’t help but notice that people would always, always paint him as the weak boy who sought safety from his big sister.

   The teachers were nicer, more understanding, but he knew they expected more from him. His classmates were patient with him at best, and ignored him at worst. Only his sister’s friends were caring enough to interact with him on a daily basis, and Suguri wholly believed that they were like that because they were Zeiyu’s friends.

   He never had any true friends. One that he could call his own. Even if the intention was there, the desire would then be halted by sheer fear. He couldn’t bear to have others deride him again. He couldn’t bear to see others smile pitifully at his poor, meek self.

   So, he stayed in solitude. He remained quiet in the protective shadow of his sister. He remained silent amongst a sea of people who towered intimidatingly above him. He had his Pokémon after all. And his grandparents. And his sister. Those should be enough to sustain his life on this earth. Those should be enough to make him believe he was happy. Right?

   “And what better way to get to know someone is through a battle.”

   Suguri wondered if he truly deserved some semblance of happiness.

   It was as if a spell had put him in a trance. During their first battle, his eyes gleamed to see exhilaration radiating from the girl. Even when her team’s skills and strength fared far, far better than his own, she never showed signs of holding back. The battle was fair and square, and Aoi’s confident tone made his heart leap to his throat. Every breath he took was stilled immediately every time they locked eyes. Every command she delivered displayed a sense of authority and assurance that flushed his cheeks red. His heartbeat raced, faster and faster, and the boy confusingly thought that he was merely enjoying the high of the battle.

   Suguri actually loved battling, and to see Aoi’s burning confidence only ignited his love for it—as well as love for someone who was starting to take root in his heart.

   And then he lost.

   It was to be expected. Zeiyu lost to Aoi. It wouldn’t make sense for him to suddenly claim victory against her.

   Ah. Yes.

   This was him, after all. A boy who cowered behind his sister’s back. No matter how excitable he was. No matter how determined he could be. He could never achieve a status that earned people’s respect.

   He knew that.

   He should know that.

   Another mere second passed, and a tiny sigh broke out of his mouth. Hands pressing to the sides of his head, Suguri congratulated her on winning. He was still happy. Happy for her. Happy for himself. The fact that he was still given a chance to battle her was something he was truly thankful for.

   He felt selfish for wanting more.

   Was he allowed for wanting more? Was he allowed to crave this new girl’s attention? Perhaps she accepted his battle out of pity. Perhaps she was quietly giving him flack given how desperate he was.

   Perhaps she was just like the rest.

   Crack.

   Ah, it hurt.

   He shouldn’t ask for more. This was a stranger, after all. Why would he deserve any glimmer of chance to be anywhere near her—

   “Suguri, I’d love to be partners with you!”

   For a silent, temporary moment, he felt time had stopped.  

   Was he deaf? Was this real? Minutes after the battle had ended, Zeiyu had suggested another preposterous thing that left him gasp in bafflement. He tried to stop his sister, honest to God, he did. He had been indulged more than enough by Aoi. For what reason would the girl want to indulge in him further?

   He remembered Aoi reassuring him. It wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t forced.

   In life, Suguri ever wondered if he deserved some semblance of happiness.

   He wondered. Again and again. Louder and louder when her honest, cheerful smile blinded his very sight. Clearer and clearer when she stayed resolute on her choice.

   Her choice to be partners with him on this field trip.

   Her choice to be partners with him.

   Her choice. To be with him.

——————————

   In life, Aoi ever wondered if she would ever be given a chance to fall in love.

   She knew what love was. She had experienced many kinds in her life. Even as a teenager, young and had quite a long way to go, Aoi was always curious at the types of love that endlessly filled her world.

   She had parental love not only from her mother, but also from her father. While the man was physically not around due to business in another region, Aoi still appreciated the attention and care her old man gave when it comes to taking care of her and her mother. When she was younger, disappointment rooted deep within when she realized her father was rarely around. She remembered asking her mother once, asking if her father hated them that he went away.

   “Of course not!” Her mother responded. “Your father has a lot of work. He’s working hard so that you and I can live a better life.”

   She didn’t doubt her mother’s words. But as life continued to forge her body and soul, Aoi began to wonder if her father really had no other options to make the family happier.

   She wondered and wondered. And the thought strengthened every time she saw her mother video-calling her father.

   The woman looked happier. More cheerful. Cheeks would always be kissed in red whenever she talked to him. Laughter would always fill the room whenever they were engrossed in a conversation. Aoi was quite a talkative person, and people often said that she got it from her mother. But the same people never had a chance to meet her dad, for the father talked way more that it evoked so many colourful reactions from her mother.

   To see her happy, Aoi figured that what she said before was right.

   Still, a tiny part of her would always nag at the question.

   Now, as school life and a journey painted her life anew, Aoi had a chance to experience other kinds of love that extended the lengths of her curious mind.

   The next love was familial love, though not from one anyone would expect.

   The day she got her Sprigatito, Aoi knew the starter would be something very important to her.

   Even though a Pokémon, Aoi’s excitement subconsciously made her treat the starter, Yuan, more than just a regular partner. She treated her like a little brother. Then sometimes like a darling son. Then other times like a cheeky friend. Although both human and Pokémon were unable to form a proper conversation, the bond they had enabled them to figure each other out.

   As a result, Yuan grew spoiled around Aoi. Her way of caring for him made him think that he was put on a pedestal in her heart—and he decided to convince himself that this was the truth. He became quite obnoxious, and this attitude sometimes stirred some petty dispute among other team members.

   Aoi treated her team with absolute love and care. And it was with her maternal love that shaped the Meowscarada to become what he was now. Yuan knew that Aoi would prioritize him above all else—it’s what he believed so—and in return, he made it his life to ensure that the girl was safe and happy as long as she lived.

   As Aoi’s journey broadened, so did her types of love.

   Her friends, Nemona, Arven, and Penny, were people she never expected to form a bond with. But they were people Aoi would never replace in a heartbeat. She never had siblings to begin with, so to build such unlikely friendships with them was something quite euphoric.

   While some people found Nemona unbearable, Aoi found her funny.

   While some people found Arven unapproachable, Aoi found him sweet.

   While some people found Penny dangerous, Aoi found her smart.

   And while most people revered Aoi, the three cherished her like an actual person.

   Her group of friends was someone so meaningful to her, and despite the roads of life that led them to paths that could shatter a person’s strength or dissolve a person’s spirit, Aoi was forever thankful that those same roads allowed them to meet.

   She loved her friends. Truly and dearly.  

   However, she knew platonic love was quite different than the romantic one. Arven was noticeably the clingiest of the three, and his possessive behaviour obviously targeted towards Aoi. Maybe it was the fact that she saved his Mabosstiff from his timely death. Maybe it was the fact that she made him reach a somewhat closure with a robotic version of his dead mother. Maybe…just maybe…it was the fact that she gave him hope to live again when all he ever thought about before meeting her was reuniting with Mabosstiff in the afterlife.

   Whatever it was, Arven was more vulnerable. And this allowed Aoi to open a part of her heart that welcomed him inside.

   She loved the man. Cared for him like a brother. But there were times where Penny commented that their friendship was too close for comfort to be called one. After the whole Area Zero ordeal, Arven clung to Aoi, sticking by her side during their studies and exchanging advices about simple matters of life. Rumours spread fast that the two were an item, and Arven quickly denied it in a series of flusters. Even Aoi laughed it off, simply shrugging it away with the words, “He’s just my best friend.”

   The rumours never ceased. It calmed down eventually. But the sight of the two together were always a natural occurrence even when Arven was about to graduate.

   Aoi couldn’t tell the difference between platonic and romantic. To her, Arven was just being his loving self.

   At least around her.

   Besides, she loved the attention. Being an only child, Aoi adored the love Arven poured for her. It made her feel like a cute little sister. Although he had a more nurturing personality, he was still a man, and Aoi relished on how spoiled she felt whenever Arven cooked for her or doted on her.

   Even if she never felt romantic love for the man, she assumed it was somewhat the same, right?

   “Oh yeah. So, my little brother had been googly-eyed over you since yesterday.”

   Aoi ever wondered if she would ever, ever be given a chance to fall in love.

   Sure, the boy was cute. When she first saw him, amusement tickled her mouth to see an adorable sight (that was paired with an unsightly welcome). It wasn’t new news to Aoi that people had crushes on her. She had rejected may confessions over the past year, and guilt only turned to nonchalance when she was so sure that others would still care for her even without possessing her heart.

   But when she talked to him the next day, amusement evolved into curiosity when she witnessed a variety of emotions from him. The boy barely knew her, and she barely knew him. But to see Suguri’s cute flusters, to see him trying his best to keep the conversation going, it tickled something funny in her heart.

   And his eyes.

   Haunting. Alluring. Hypnotizing.

   Aoi wanted to look at him more.

   She didn’t know what came over her. During their first battle, her eyes sparkled to see excitement bursting from the boy. Even with his team showing obvious signs of needing to train better, that never wavered his joy of battling. And through his enthusiasm that his Pokémon were just as excitable. Every breath she took was held momentarily every time they locked eyes. Every command he exclaimed burst a sense of childlike joy and glee that kissed her cheeks pink. Her heartbeat raced, faster and faster, and the girl quietly assumed that she was on an adrenaline high during the battle.

   Aoi always loved battling, and to see Suguri’s passion only ignited her love for it—as well as love for someone whom she never expected.

   And then, of course, she won.

   She was used to seeing people feeling dejected. She was used to seeing people cry after their battle. It had become a norm for Aoi to come forward and console the loser. None of her words sounded empty for it held such truth and comfort that could easily ease her opponent. It was something she’s good at. Aoi hated feeling hated, after all. It made sense for her to learn on how to do her best to please others. So, she was ready to come and give Suguri a few words of assurance after returning her Meowscarada.

   However, her body only froze when she saw his eyes.

   Wide. Haunting. Hollow.

   A second blink behind sunglasses, and she soon saw Suguri hold his head in meek disappointment.

   Was she seeing things, she wondered? It couldn’t be her sunglasses. They were not that dark to be able to shroud her vision. Maybe she was still feeling the jetlag. Maybe she was still quite groggy from sleeping at a new environment.

   Maybe. Probably. Surely.

   Minutes after the battle had wrapped up, the two walked towards each other. Aoi praised him for his determination while Suguri sheepishly congratulated her on the amazing victory.    Their heights weren’t that far off with Suguri being slightly taller than her. While he talked, a mouth curved a sincere smile while shaded eyes darted in curious glances.

   She really did love seeing his smile. It was always nervous and adorable, accompanied with cheeks that were dusted in pink under the brilliant sunlight. Deep black bangs covered most of his eyes, and it slightly frustrated Aoi for she wished to see his face clearly. An underlayer of mauve was seen as well, and it was something that put her in awe for she wondered if it felt just the same as his black strands.

   Black eyes then spotted a mole on the left side of his neck.

   She wanted to see more.

   And like a Jirachi, Zeiyuu came towards them with Aoi’s silent wish being granted.

   The suggestion sounded absurd to Suguri. The suggestion was the perfect chance for Aoi.

   “Do you…really want to be partners with me?”

   Ba-dump!

   She took pride in herself for not immediately clutching her chest there and then.

   In life, Aoi ever wondered if she would ever be given a chance to fall in love.

   She wondered. Over and over. Quicker and quicker when his blinking doe eyes blinded her vision. Sharper and shaper when he timidly, excitingly accepted her invitation.

   His acceptance to be partners with her on this field trip.

   His acceptance to be partners with her.

   His acceptance. To let her understand what this feeling really was.

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   As much as Aoi was excited that Suguri would be partners with her, it seemed that trying to get to know him was still a challenge on its own.

   “Um…” She stopped. “Suguri…” One heel turned to face the person behind her. “Must we really walk like,” One arm stretched back and forth between them, “this?”

   She watched as he squirmed, probably at lost at giving a valid reason for his social distance. Sure, Aoi would respect a person’s choice, but she had her own choices as well; and her choice right now was to get to know him better.

   One boy stood a few steps away, nervous and anxious. “Ah…well...” Eyes seemed to pool in jitters the more she looked at her. “I told you I’ll probably get in your way if we stick so close so…” The view of the bright blue sky eased his nerves, but the very realization that his ‘partner’ was standing there, waiting for him, only sped up the beat of his manic heart.

   “I also told you will definitely not get in my way.”

   Ba-dump!

   Ah, his heart was about to burst out of his heaving chest.

   “S-Still!” Oh, how pathetic he was to let out a squeak. “You… You don’t know that.” He would rather she’d never know that. “Besides, I did promise to show you around with all the new Pokémon here. And Pokémon are more likely to appear if they don’t see too many humans in their line of sight.” Brilliant. That was a brilliant excuse. Although the Pokémon in Kitakami were mostly friendly around humans, that was one information Aoi didn’t need to know about.

   To him, he sounded convincing.

   To her, he sounded like a blatant lie.

   Still, respect was given when respect was due. “Okay then.” One hand on her hip, a sigh lazily slipped out of her mouth.

   Unbeknownst to her, the disappointed sigh tugged the curve of his mouth downwards.

   As quick as sorrow pierced through him, Suguri immediately expelled it with a straightened back and pursed lips when she returned his gaze. “I um…” He should make this right. He must make this right. “I’m sorry…” Despondency dripped through his apology.

   Black eyes widened at the surprise remorse. “Eh oh!” One foot slid forward. Both hands reached out towards him. “No need to say sorry!” A comforting smile beamed under the bright sunshine. “I was just being selfish on my part. I know you’re kinda nervous around me.” A silly laugh bounced off of her. “I’m sorry too. In any case, as long as you’re comfortable, I’m more than happy to be around you.”

   Arceus, must all the things she said cause an impact on his heart?

   For once, the smile on his face seemed less heavy to form. “Thanks, Aoi.” Hands gripping the yellow strap of his satchel, he looked around as a guise to see where they were—in reality, he was trying to rid the awkward atmosphere.

   Thankfully, an answer was given just a few distances away.

   “Oh!” One finger pointed to their right. “That’s the apple orchard!”

   Aoi looked at the direction, and an excited gasp followed suit. “Oooh!” Joy fluttered immediately out of her. The sight of shrubs and trees along with a cute little hut caught her attention. From afar, more Pokémon were spotted as well; some she recognized and some entirely new to her.

   Joy bursting from within, she looked at him with such enthusiasm. “Can we go visit?”

   Her adventurous instinct kicked in.

   If this was in Paldea, the cupped hands positioned under her chin and black eyes sparkled in enthusiasm would make people shiver for her reaction reminded them of the crazy battle fanatic who was also one of her best friends.

   Thankfully, this wasn’t Paldea. The only reaction came from her new partner who was chuckling at her heart-stopping behaviour. “Of course!”

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   The Apple Hills was a common place for Suguri.

   Every now and then when he went back home, he would visit the orchard. Sometimes with his grandparents. Other times alone. It gave him a sense of peace. The fresh scent of apples erased his mind of stress of school and horrors of life. Usually, when he knew it was going to be a beautiful sunny day, Suguri would bring his Pokémon out and let them run and roam free in the grove. Meanwhile, he would lie on the grass, moving his palms against the soft soil as the wind caressed his hair and face. It was truly one of his favourite past times.

   And now, he was sharing that favourite past time with her.

   “This is delicious!”

   If stars could exist in a person’s eyes, Suguri would believe it by just looking at her.

   A shy, proud laugh tickled his lips. “I’m glad to hear that.” His hands held an apple of his own, fingers toying and rolling it while he cast his gaze on her. The two sat on an open field, not far from the orchard. Aoi had her legs stretched forward while Suguri sat cross-legged—distance still just a few steps away from her.

   Crunch. She took another bite, then savoured the taste as it lingered on her tongue. “Mmm!” Her shoulders jumped as the juice slid down her throat. “I’ve eaten apples before but this really, really tasty!” One thumb swiped away the crumb off the corner of her mouth.

   The more he looked at her, the more his smile tickled. To see such a simple sight of her enjoying a fruit of his hometown was enough to make his stomach flutter. In truth, he wasn’t that hungry, and he wasn’t sure if she was too. But all doubts were cast away when she sang praises of his home’s harvest.

   She was enjoying her snack while he enjoyed his view.

   He felt his chest flutter. He wanted to feel more.

   “You know…” The apple was lightly bounced on his right palm. “Candy apples are a thing here. And they tasted just as good, if not better.”

   He flinched lightly to see Aoi give her full attention at him.

   “Really?!” Even behind dark shades, none could deny the sparkle in her eyes. “Oh, I’d love to taste that.” Who knew the girl was such a glutton? In the past, she wasn’t much of a heavy eater. But ever since she started her journey, Aoi figured it made sense to have hearty meal in order to balance out the amount of walking and running she did.

   Granted, most of those walking and running were done by Koraidon, but Aoi reminded herself that she needed to stay fit—especially ever since Arven’s delicious cooking was introduced.

   Recollecting his calmness, Suguri coughed once. “I—It’s in season, so maybe you get to try one someday.” His promise was given with a bashful smile. Candy apples are a treat for him, and he wouldn’t miss it for the world every time he came home. So, to know that Aoi not only not made fun of him for his horrible sweet tooth but instead look forward to his tasty suggestion, it made his cheeks warm.

   “I’ve only eaten an apple sandwich when it comes to this fruit, but to have a sweeter version sounds way, way too mouth-watering to ignore.”

   Yellow eyes blinked in surprise at her statement. “Oh, there’s such a thing called apple sandwich?” Now, it was his turn to be enticed by her idea. The apple lingered close to his mouth, but curiosity about the new dish ceased him from biting it yet.

   “Yep!” Stopping herself from finishing the apple in one go, Aoi looked at him. “I think you have to marinate it and it goes really well with cheese.” Smugness bloated her chest as she watched Suguri gasp in awe. In truth, Arven taught her the recipe. Even though Aoi had fucked up some dishes once or twice in the past, bless the young man’s heart to have the patience and kindness to teach her new simple recipes.

   Simple, he said, as Aoi continued to still mess it up and throw the failure away to Koraidon.

   “That sounds really good!” Suguri was used to making and eating simple dishes. And even back in Blueberry Academy, he wasn’t a sophisticated eater. He just ate what benefitted him and called it day.

   Now, to hear this apple sandwich from her, a part of him itched to make it. To eat it.

   He was just hungry. He’s sure of it.

   Grumbling his bashful thoughts away, Suguri finally bit his apple.

   “If you think so, I can make one for you in the future.”

   He was sure the girl had ways to just turn him into a sputtering mess.

   The suggestion alone was innocent. Sweet. Yet the idea that she wanted to make something for him caused his reaction to be far idiotic than he’d feared. The piece of apple that he ate almost bounced into his throat, and this made Suguri cough in both shock and embarrassment.

   “Suguri!” Surprised by his reaction, Aoi stood on one knee and reached out for him. “Are you okay—?”

   “I’m fine.” Damn him and the squeak. “I’m—give me a mome—”

   Whoosh!

   Thump! Thump, thump.

   Ah.

   The fool that was him raised his arms, which then caused him to throw the apple backwards.

   What other stupidity would he display to her, he wondered.

   “Oh.” A single word popped out of her mouth. Still kneeling on one knee, both teenagers watched as the bitten fruit rolled down the slightly steep slope. They watched as it stopped inside one of the orchards, right behind a small shrub.

   A few moments of dumb silence lingered the air. The wind around the hummed a cheerful tone.

   It did not cool down the heat on his face at all.

   “I’ll—” Damn it. “I’ll go get it!” Damn it!

   Without waiting for Aoi’s dumbfounded response, Suguri jumped to his feet and rushed towards the orchard.

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   A choir of curses sang in his brain as he looked for the fallen fruit.

   Oh, why was he born this way?

   Just when he looked impressive in front of her, he just had to fumble and embarrass himself even more than he’s used to. Even though he didn’t hear her laughing at him—thankfully—he wasn’t brave enough to see what sort of reaction was plastered on her face.

   Stupefied? Disappointed? Amused? Whatever it was, his heart was not ready to accept it.

   “Come on, Sugu…” A heavy sigh dripped out a frown. One hand scratched the back of his head, nails digging into his scalp in hopes that it would rid the mortifying memory away. “You have to be better than this. She wanted to be partners with you so the least you could do is not make yourself look like an idiot…” The word seethed through his teeth. Shaking his head, Suguri ignored the dark thoughts and focused on his missing fruit.

   Yellow eyes spotted the shrub that had the missing fruit. Since the apple was now too dirty to be eaten, the least he could do was give it to some wild Pokémon nearby.

   A heavier sigh slipped his tongue.

   Knowing that he eventually had to face her again, Suguri paraded towards the shrub and pushed the branches to the sides—

   Only to be welcomed with an Applin dangling right in front of his face.

   Pupils shrunk to meet tinier black and yellow dots. A brief moment of silence enveloped the two until three…two…one—

   “AAAHHH!” Realization finally hammering him in the head, Suguri released the branches and stumbled a few steps back—

   “Oof!”

   Everything was happening too fast.

   The first second, Suguri was met with a completely close distance of what he first thought was an apple with eyes. The next, he remembered shouting out of shock, the impact of his scream actually causing said ‘apple with eyes�� to fall off its branch and roll backwards. Then, his panic caused him to stumble backwards and slam against what he assumed was a tree.

   It wasn’t a tree.

   It was too soft to be a tree.

   A tree didn’t have arms and hands to catch him.

   A tree didn’t have a soft chest for him to lean on.

   Lastly, his spiraled mind told him to look upwards—right at the person who most definitely was not a tree.

   “Suguri…” A quiet gasp escaped her, warm breath tickling his forehead. “Are you okay…?”

   Silence was given instead of assurance. His arms were spread, draped by her elbows. Due to his slip up, Suguri had dropped his head against her left shoulder. The bump wasn’t as painful, thankfully, but it now throbbed drastically due to the very close distance between them. One foot was grounded to the soil, while the other had its heel dig deeper into the grass.

   And her face…

   Due to concern of his wellbeing, Aoi had lowered her head, lips almost brushing the soft, black and mauve strands of his hair. She smelled something sweet, and her hazy mind rolled in curiosity on whether the scent came from the apples or from him.

   A breath was held. She could still smell the sweetness.

   Eyes darted from forehead to his own pair, gaze once again hypnotized by such a vibrant yellow. His eyes were wide. His pupils had shrunk. They seemed to tremble lightly; gaze just as fixated at her.

   So pretty, she thought.

   Aoi was thankful for all the exercises she did during her journey. Either that, or that she was grateful Suguri looked lighter than he was. Her forearms were raised, then held perfectly still to ensure that both of them wouldn’t fall to the ground. Her legs bent; upper body lowered just slightly to gain stability. The back of his head rested against her shoulder, and if Suguri tipped his head higher, Aoi knew that her lips would be met with warm skin.

   Ba-dump.

   The sunglasses she wore slid downwards, just an inch, and this allowed Suguri to finally see the actual colour of her beautiful, breathtakingly black eyes.

   Ba-dump…ba-dump!

   The two remained in that position. Still. Hypnotized.

   Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump!

   Black eyes met yellow. “I-I…” The sound of heartbeats echoed between them—neither knew whose was louder.

   Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump—!

   Finally, a gasp felt like it was punched out of him.

   “I’M—!” Immediately, Suguri forced himself back to his feet. He almost fell again, and Aoi almost tried to catch him, but shame powered through and made him shuffle a few steps backwards with arms circling around and face full of red.

   “—SORRY!” The word blurted out so loud, it scared a few Starlys away. Heat burned right to the tips of his ears. The boy was thankful for his long bangs, for he had to fight the urge to yank them downwards to hide the shameful expression. Eyes spiralling in remorse, Suguri bowed forward. His hands now slapped both thighs, fingers digging into the skin of his knees.

   Just as baffled, just as stunned, Aoi had her arms raised and her eyes blinking dumbfoundedly at the ordeal. “Ah,” was all she said, mouth gaping and sunglasses comically tipped downwards to the right.

   The two teenagers stood still in their positions.

   Reality dawned on Aoi first. Quickly fixing her sunglasses in place, she straightened her back and burst out an embarrassed laugh. “It’s okay, Sugu—” she coughed, “Suguri.” His name, full and proper, was exhaled between the awkward chortle. Taking advantage of his bowing, the girl took a deep breath and flashed a charming smile. “Are you okay?”

   She didn’t make fun of him.

   She didn’t ridicule him.

   Nails dug into the materials of his white pants. “I’m…fine.” His face burned. “Thanks for catching m-me…” His eyes spiralled. “Aoi…”

   The sound of his voice calling her name tickled her chest.

   Thankfully, before the two could lament on trying to dispel the awkward situation, the sound of rustling shrubs diverted their gazes towards it.

   “Oh, right!” Aoi went towards the sound. “Your apple!” Though she also knew the fruit couldn’t be eaten anymore, it wouldn’t hurt to check and see what had made Suguri panic in the first place. Kneeling on one knee, Aoi carefully pushed the branches apart.

   Black eyes widened to see an Applin hiding behind a bitten apple.

   “Aww!” Her glee gleamed as she gushed. Quickly, she piped down though once she saw the Pokémon cower and tremble. “Oops, it’s okay, little guy.” A whisper was given as she pulled back slightly from the bush. Head turned to see a confused Suguri. “Suguri,” Right hand pushing a branch to the side, Aoi called him with her left fingers, “come here.”

   Truly, today was a day for him and it wasn’t even evening yet.

   To see her recollect her calm quickly. To see her not being too bothered by what just happened a few minutes ago. To see her flash a beautiful smile with brown cheeks kissed by the sun.

   One fist rested closely to his screaming heart.

   “Ah, mhm…” Still, he needed to be brave too. Trying his best to push away his jumbled thoughts, Suguri slowly walked towards her.

   He then saw her take a few steps back, not far enough to stray away from the bush but far enough for his comfort.

   He felt both touched and hurt.

   Lips pursed, Suguri focused his attention at whatever that caused him to jump. Confused sorrow popped into surprise to see his apple and an Applin.

   That explained the pair of eyes he just saw.

   “Isn’t it cute?” Aoi asked, still kneeling on one knee and holding parts of the bush. Her neck stretched slightly to see what’s inside, while her body kept her distance with him.

   A part of her did so because she knew Suguri wanted distance between them. She respected that. She respected his choice.

   Another part of her did so because she knew her heart needed distance between them. She had to cater to it. She had to listen to it in order to calm down.

   He looked at her, then back to the quiet Apple Core Pokémon. It looked back at him, tiny yellow dots blinking as it observed him. Neither said a word, only exchanging looks that posed both curiosity and amazement.

   The Applin finally broke the gaze by slowly rolling towards him.

   Surprise flickered in a pair of yellow eyes as it approached him. Unsure of what to do, Suguri gaped his mouth and inched himself backwards.

   “I think it likes you…”

   The whisper came as so soft, so delicate, so clear to him.

   Numbly, he looked peeked at her. Thankfully, she didn’t move closer, but the memory of their very close distance still lingered inside his mind. Still maximizing the speed of his heart.

   A breath held briefly, Suguri returned his gaze to the Pokémon. The Applin now looked at him questioningly. Taking Aoi’s words to heart, he carefully reached out towards it. His right hand shook. His fingers trembled. Slowly, slowly, he pointed one finger towards it.

   The Applin tipped its body slightly, now unafraid, then lightly bonked one of his long leaflike eyes to his pointy finger.

   The breath that he took shuddered.

   A soft chuckle lulled into his ears.

   “It’s adorable…!” The sight truly was. Scooting just an inch closer, her smile tickled at each corner to see the Applin nudging Suguri’s finger. “It kinda reminds me of you.”

   Her words. Her smile.

   While it may not seem much to her, it was everything to him.

[doomingthenarrative]

leaving something something papercarm something something

christmas kids, roar /carmen sandiego, netflix / post from @jackie-shitposts / art from @vestrea-vs / journal excerpt, @twinnedpeaks / dreams of clytemnestra, dacia maraini / art from @7origamisheep

[kuzakat]

I dub thee ship name ...

CinnamonRoll

[tiramegtoons]

Trick or treat! 🎃👻

Hmmm.. how’s about a trick?

Okay let’s see uhh..

*goes into your blog and dumps a meteor shower of boops*

[optimistic-violinist]

ok.... now i gotta know the story behind the murderer lurking in an abandoned building that you suggested in the tags of that one post???

ah thank you i was hoping someone would ask XD

well you see one day my husband, around 5ish years ago, was serving a church mission in Mexico, basically right on the border. he and like 3 others were walking down the street and one of them really wanted to go in this abandoned building. my husband was like, "that's a really dumb idea," but didn't want the guy to go in alone so they all went in.

and so they're poking around and one of the other guys walks into a room full of cartel people eating lunch who look up and see him. he just waves and is like, "disculpe," and turns around and is like, "we're leaving. everybody out, eeeeverybody out."

and my husband is like, "dude you're the one that wanted to come in here in the first place, what gives," and he's just like, "just get out. everybody out."

and finally once they're outside and walking away the other guy explains and they look back and there are definitely cartel guys with guns watching and making sure they leave.

so, moral of the story, probably not murderers in every abandoned building, but the likelihood goes up if you're in a Mexican border town :D

[kudzucataclysm]

SE CHARACTER INQUIRIESSS

from yesterday :D im putting them all together, hope y'all dont mind if i tag peeps who asked

for @vacantgodling

JACK JA (ppl pronounce ‘JA’ as ‘JAW’ for some reason so it stuck)

Antumbra assassin and cleaner who was one of the many contract children that was paid to the organization (totally not slavery btw) by his parents to settle a debt. He isn’t unique by all means Antumbra wise, but he is recognized as one of its most efficient assassins

At the age of 12 he was hired by the Slaughter family to be the bodyguard of Vincent. At the time being two mutant closeted trans children was extremely rough, so the two confided in each other. Vince more or less taught him how to be an actual person and not just a killing machine

OTHER FACTS THATRE NOT HISTORY- he is a romantic at heart and treats Vincent all lady like when they go on those weird totally-not-dates

babysat Francis a few times in the past and honestly. Wouldve probably been a good influence on Frank if Francis didn’t have that weird nigh-obsessive attachment to Vince at the time :/

Loves candy and is a connoisseur of baked goods

Main weapons of choice are a pair of kukri knives

His mutation is purely physical, it simply gives him a reptilian appearance and some physiology (cant handle cold weather, somewhat amphibious, venomous, etc). He has a tail but he keeps cutting it off everytime it grows back because he doesn’t wanna go through the process of modifying his pants for it

TUGARIN

Basically an old work friend of Carmine when they both worked for the Soviet Union. While Carmine was blackmailed into working for them Tugarin at the time was a fully fledged Russian patriot who believed in Soviet supremacy

The economic and socio-political chaos in the aftermath of 1953 (that coincided with the Martian titanomachy) kinda fueled this, and the US becoming extremely isolationist while increasing superpowered espionage didn’t help either. His increasingly erratic behavior, suspected to be a result from his uncontrolled psychic powers, got him blacklisted by the Soviet government.

At some point after Carmine escaped to the US, Tugarin tried to undergo a similar surgery but the Soviets instead took his brain, which is still considered the 2nd most powerful on Earth. They used his brain to operate the country’s nuclear defense system; after 1962 he was ‘shut down’ due to instability and the uh..fact that HE is the one who launched nukes at the US lol

He’s still operating as the defense system but his subconscious is effectively sealed away…FOR NOW HUEHUEHUEHUE

for @muddshadow

AGENT HAMMOND

AAAAAAA

The first android to exist, EVER. he was activated in November 1905- he shares a birthday with Desmond!!!

Very stoic and seemingly emotionless but thats not really the case; he lacks empathy but is very much capable of sympathy.

He and Lupe ‘met’ in 1923 when she was assigned as his new operator. He’s been attached ever since, theyre BFF5EVAR

He raised and trained Agent Friday, Francis’s former adoptive parent. Is somewhat unaware of their reference of him but still kinda sees them as a surrogate kid of sorts. Would still kill Friday if he has to

Trans but in a robot way. He was built to be feminine and such but he eventually asked Lupe for a new body, which is his current one! He gave his old body away to someone else :)

TECHNICALLY has kids???? In the ‘AI can self replicate/make copies of themselves’ way?????????? Hobbes is by all means a lesser Hammond but Ham just doesn’t see it that way (nor does he like thinking abt it)

Is very much anti-alien in a pragmatic sort of thought process- he was programmed to protect humanity and the biggest threat to humanity right now is…Mars. And Martians just kinda running around eating and killing whoever they want irritates the fuck out of him so he kills them when he can. He’s one of the most OP characters in the story 

^will still kill humans if his hand is forced. 

ORION

Francis’s cousin!!! And a King Martian who is currently hurtling through space at like 40,000kph. He’s not having fun rn

Definition of spoiled and entitled, benefiting his nature as a King.

When he’s introduced he crashlands in rural Japan without a body so he’s forced to parasitize a middle school bully, which is how he befriends a human girl named Rei (bully’s former victim). He hates having a human body tho cuz he doesn’t like the nosebleeds and headaches he gets from using his space powers (also weak flesh suit). He gets a new body eventually tho

He’s here on earth for…some reason!!! He hit his head pretty damn hard on the way here but he knows he’s gotta warn somebody!!! About…something. Maybe

He’s also on Earth to escape an arranged marriage how embarrassing

THE VEIL

Technically by all means the THIRD Veil- the first one was in 1930, the second was in the 1970s, and both former Veils are retired. "The Veil” is basically the corporate/government poster child for American superheroes. He’s on all kinds of propaganda posters

Have you ever heard of Shaun King. yeah, basically him (monetizing social justice for personal gain)

On the surface, he's affable, modest, and sincere; an American treasure. Personally he’s disturbed, incredibly brutal and aggressive, using his charisma to sway the DUSA’s perception of government-hired mutants- who’re deserving of rights and freedom, unlike those unlicensed, criminal mutant types

Basic superhero powers, very much akin to superman’s super strength, speed, and flight

and finally for @zindagi-toh-bewafa-hai

CARMINE

Former Volkssturm paramilitary, aka *proto-Nazi. He spent much of his early life fighting communists up until the outbreak of superpowers in 1934, where he underwent self combustion during a firefight and went MIA

He resurfaced in Siberia a couple years later working for the USSR for reasons unknown, and this is when he underwent surgery to be fused with a nanite network. He’s effectively immortal because of this which is why even though in present day he’s 88, he looks to be somewhere around 50 years old

He’s Carson’s  grandpa even though his ‘son in law’ Carnegie disagrees since Carson by all means is a clone. 

He used to know Lupe!! Back when she was dating USSR superhero Veronika lol

*he uh. Isn’t as racist and prejudiced as he used to be, but still somewhat right-wing when it comes to politics and social issues. He would’ve voted for George Bush in 2000 but would hate Trump is what i’m saying. He still says racist/homophobic shit from time to time but by the time he reconnects with his (very much half-asian) granddaughter he’s…trying. Or at least trying to try lol

AZELFAFAGE

Francis’s dad and ultra powerful alien space sorcerer king >:D Has thousands of kids but Frank and Oz are the most important *shoves all the other kids away*

Was the one who spearheaded the plan with his brothers to kill his dad Aldebaran, and…actually got Lupe to assist him in the titanomachy?? HMMM WHAT HAPPENED THERE

Hates humanity by proxy; his dad basically nuked most of Martian history and culture becuz of his reverence of Earth so Azel’s pride is kinda hurt cuz of it…”WHATS SO GOOD ABT HUMANS?? WE ARE FAR SUPERIOR!!”

While he comes off as just…’stupid’/absentminded and just sex-hungry he’s actually highly intelligent and charismatic. Like if he WANTED to, he’d get rid of humans entirely but he hasn’t- he recognizes his people’s needs and is absolutely willing to subjugate humanity for his planet. Dont assume he’s empathetic tho; he’s still extremely power hungry and self centered.

HATES WOMEN BUT ALSO DOESN’T??? Expresses himself femininely but actively oppresses the female martian population as a form of population control which is hilarious to me. He’s above gender but also Isn’t

Once he meets Francis and realizes that she’s Oz’s twin, Azel immediately deems her the favorite child LMAO. he’s still transphobic as shit towards her tho and refers to her as his ‘son’, which she hates

DIVORCED

Drama queen and will faint at the slightest inconvenience and will throw tantrums

LUPE

*ahem ahem* THE MOST POWERFUL PSYCHIC IN THE WORLD AND TWICE SAVIOR OF HUMANITY, DR LUPE ALTENA!!!!

Has always been into computers and robots, so getting to work on an early Hammond was a dream come true for her. She’s the one who streamlined his coding/android model and mass produced them, and so she’s considered the ‘mother’ of all robots and androids

Before her ADP infection she was considered super goofy and passionate, very much a gremlin

Due to the infection + parasitic eye she’s functionally immortal and sort of trapped in her own mind/body. She LOOKS 48 but in present day she’s 97 years old- the infection has progressed to the point of dementia and due to PSYCHIC BRAIN SHENANIGANS she is no longer ‘LUPE’. So theres the empty shell of Lupe and theres the astral projection Lupe who’s still very much sane and Present but not really. Astral Lupe is busy time traveling rn and shell Lupe disappeared 15 years before the start of the story so go ahead and play the Twilight Zone theme song

Lupe has ALWAYS been aware of/involved with Dez’s existence, and ever since he was born she made him the heir to, well, everything (the city of Necropolis itself and all android technology). Too bad he’s absolutely unaware of this and his relation to her lol. Cringe fail aunt activity

HONEST TO GOD doesn’t wanna kill all the martians but her increasing neurological issues had Hammond take things into his own hands so while HE says she came up with the Grand Plan its honestly a case of unreliable narration; they were the only two in the room when this conversation happened so WHO KNOOOWWS

ULYSSES

Not much to say about her? She’s the current leader of Antumbra and by association is one of the greatest assassins in the world. However its a hokage type situation where she just does a lot of paperwork and deskwork

Always sleepy. She’s so fucking sleepy ong she can sleep anywhere anytime

Martin’s mom but is largely absent in the physical affection/parenting department. She still loves him tho!!

Tries her best to stay a neutral party as a major figurehead of the League by staying out of shit but honestly it could be argued that this makes the politics of the League more complicated

[atlantablack]

build a bridge to babylon

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | 8,435 | T+ | no archive warnings apply

The end of the world is louder than the poems promised.

In the aftermath of Vecna, of Eddie dying, of Max being hospitalized, of the world cracking itself open like a rotten peach with a hollow pit — in the aftermath, Steve takes a nap.

[etherwaave]

[sexysilverstrider]

SGAO | Unrequited Destiny 2

   The sun shined brilliantly above the bright blue skies. People and Pokémon walked about, greeting each other with a sense of familiarity the moment they locked eyes. Some of the older Pokémon lounged about, snoozing away peacefully while the younger ones frolicked in joy with playful human children. The older humans were just as peaceful, minding their own stalls or just enjoying a walk as the cool breeze caressed their aged skin.

   A flock of Starlys chirped as they perched on a roof. Some sang a bit too excitingly, waking people and Pokémon with its ecstatic cries.

   One boy fidgeted in his futon, mumbling incoherent noises as his slumber was quietly being interrupted. The blanket lowered slightly, enabling a warm ray of sunlight that pierced through the window to kiss his squinted eyelids.

   Another grumble. Another mumble.

   Black and purple hair covered most of his face, tickling his nose that made him scrunch woozily. One hand holding the edge of the blanket, he lazily swiped the duo-coloured bangs to the side and nuzzled into the soft pillow. Comfort and warmth pulled his body closer to the futon, and he genuinely considered to sleep a little bit more before starting the day.

   “Kieran, wake up, dear! Breakfast is ready!”

   Alas, the sound of an elderly woman hushed away the final air of his slumber. Though not as loud, it was more than enough to make him stir.

   Slowly, eyelids fluttered open, revealing a pair of hauntingly beautiful yellow eyes.

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   “Are you sure you packed everything?”

   Aoi wondered if she might offend him if she rolled her eyes. “Yes, I did.” One hand holding her Rotomphone, she rested her left elbow on the bus’s window sill. Cheek rested on her curled left fingers. Mouth lazily curled a smile at his deep sigh.

   “I’m just afraid you won’t have enough to eat, you know.” Arven spoke from the other side of the screen. Sounds of Mabosstiff’s barking filled the room, somewhat agreeing with his concerns.

   While not an eyeroll, a snort was instead let out. “I can make my own food. Did you forget about that?”

   “The last time you ‘make your own food’,” his fingers made an air-quote, “the ingredients basically exploded and spilled on the floor.” Shivers ran down his spine at the memory. Never in his life had he seen a person fucking up a sandwich so bad. “Do you know how badly I wanted to curl on the ground and cry when I saw that?”

   “You did, though.” A simple reply.

   “And I don’t want to do it again!” A sharp retort.

   How it always amused her to see her dear friend get riled up over the cutest things. Warmth kissed her cheeks, both from the bright heat of Kitakami’s sun and the silly conversation they were having.

   In truth, seeing Arven getting fussy over such a trivial matter was far, far better than being forced to see hope being snuffed out right in his very eyes the second he saw AI Sada leave through the time portal.

   The corner of her mouth twitched just the slightest.

   “In any case,” she sighed, ridding away the bitter memory deep into her brain, “I know how to feed myself. I heard Kitakami has a lot of delicious food so I’m pretty sure I won’t starve for a month.” Her back straightened. One arm stretched to the side. Black eyes, unshielded by her usual sunglasses, twinkled to see him flash a small smile.

   “Promise me you’ll be fine?”

   Her smile froze.

   It was a simple promise. A simple request.

   Yet her heart ached, constricted painfully at the implications of his words. She knew the hidden meaning. She sensed the gloom within.

   Silence lingered for a few heartbeats. Black eyes looked at the screen. At the young man who returned her gaze, solemn, waiting for her answer that impacted him more than she could ever fear.

   Arven had gone through so much. So much.

   The hand that held the Rotomphone squeezed slightly. “I promise,” was all she said, smile tugged upwards, heavily.

   The smile he returned seemed sombre. It hurt her.

   “I’ll miss ya, little buddy.” Arven laughed softly, deep voice ringing on the screen. “Don’t forget to call me every now and then, alright!” His smile was back, wider and brighter.

   It eased some of the pain.

   “Of course.” Her smile grew in sincerity. Left hand was raised, both index and middle fingers positioned close to her winking eye. “I promise to feed myself, bring back some souvenirs, and have a good time!”

   After a few more minutes of casual conversation, they both ended the call. Letting the device zoom back into her backpack, Aoi glanced at the scenery outside.

   Lush green fields filled her vision. Bright blue skies enveloped the world above, accompanied by white clouds that were puffy and soft. Iris twinkled at the sight of Pokémon—both old and new. A part of her couldn’t believe that she got the chance to undergo this field trip. Another part of her somewhat anticipated such luck since the first day she stepped foot in Paldea.

   From receiving a powerful Paradox Pokémon to stopping a literal end of the world, Aoi wondered if fate really had a thing for her.

   Not all were based on luck; she knew that. She worked hard to be where she was. She trained her Pokémon. She studied well. While some say that she was gifted with such battle prowess, Aoi made sure not to let such a thing get into her head. She had her fair share of losses before, usually with Nemona, and even then, she made sure to train and learn so that she could have a fruitful battle.

   Besides, even with her opponents losing, they either thanked her or got excited at the opportunity of battling against her.

   In truth, Aoi found it a bit odd sometimes. She once felt guilty for sweeping a match, but not once had she seen such malice or despair from her opponent. Some even said that they enjoyed battling with her than with Nemona.

   It was a sad blow for Nemona, so Aoi made sure to advise those who said so to give the school president a chance.

   Now, Aoi was considered an unbeatable champion. Even her wins against Nemona herself was faring more than her previous losses. She kept getting stronger. And stronger. And after the whole dire situation in the Zero lab, Aoi made sure to make her team stronger and smarter to prevent any tragedy like that from happening again.

   Now, nothing could stop in her way. She had her team. She had her charm. She had her friends. Whatever she wanted, she ensured hard work would suffice just so she knew she earned the rewards.

   But hey, if fate sometimes fell on her favour, who was she to complain?

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   In life, fate had a funny way of branching its routes.

   If he woke up just a bit late today, he would’ve missed the last pieces of tamagoyaki. If he didn’t sleep under the blankets last night, he would’ve gotten so much Furret fur when it snuggled close to him. If he didn’t open the bottom drawer by mistake today, he wouldn’t have found his favourite headband.

   If he stepped out of the house a few minutes later, he wouldn’t have been dragged by his sister.

   He was supposed to get ready for the introduction of the program. His sister had been pestering him to hurry up, saying that they needed to be at the gate of the Mossui Town’s entrance to ‘greet’ some people.

   The word ‘greet’ held a bit more poison when it seethed through her lips; Kieran knew Carmine was planning to do the exact opposite.

   In truth, he was hesitant on the program itself. He was a still a first year in school. Why on earth would he participate when they were so many other suitable candidates? Kieran knew it was her doing, encouraging the teachers and recommending him to be part of the one-month long activity. Taking advantage of her bossy nature, she managed to sign him up and be where they were now.

   Well, he wasn’t that regretful. Kieran knew his sister was doing it in his favour too. The excursion was in Kitakami this year, and maybe she figured he would be upset if he didn’t get a chance to come back home and visit their grandparents.

   Carmine was a good sister. Harsh and sometimes cold, but loving nevertheless.

   So here he was. Standing in the land he came to know and love. Here he was. Standing near the Mossui town’s gate, hiding behind his sister as a sense of security. Here he was. Nervously waiting for the students from another school with his sister’s spite clouding above them.

   Here he was. Gasping in silent awe at the very person who took his breath away.

   In life, fate truly had a funny way of branching its routes.

   If he didn’t accept the excursion program—in his own hometown, he might add—he would’ve missed out seeing someone who would soon affect his life more than he could ever imagine.

   There, standing a few steps away in the land of Kitakami, was a mysterious trainer who shined bright like a star that had dropped from the sky. Hair a gloriously deep shade of maroon, Kieran watched as she swiped some strands backwards. The sight made him hitch a breath; cheeks then burned foolishly as he kept his gaze on her. The sight of her tanned skin made his heart race, and the image of her hand casually massaging the side of her sweaty neck made his breath hitch. The glint of her sunglasses shined brilliantly under the warm sunlight, and it took her tilting her head slightly to finally see a pair of sharp eyes.

   Strong. Firm. Confident.

   Beautiful.

   “Whoa…” Awe dripped from his mouth. “Way cool…” Hidden behind his sister, Kieran kept his gaze on the mysterious guest. The hands that gripped the back of Carmine’s school uniform tightened just the slightest—and his grip only stilled when he met the mysterious girl’s gaze.

   It was a shade of black. A beautiful brilliance of black.

   He felt like a fool to flinch back behind his sister.

   “I don’t know who you are but I think you’re in the wrong place.”

   Carmine’s voice, snappy and bitter, pulled Kieran from his short trance. Quickly, he looked at her, haunting yellow eyes blinking in stupor at whatever nonsense she was about to pull.

   And by Arceus, she was tugging.

   “Sorry, but I can’t just let an outside like you wander into Mossui Town.” Her hands raised and waved near her chin. A smile curled on her face; the corners twisted in spiteful twists. Yellow eyes glared at the sudden intruder. The second she heard that there would be students from another school to come to her hometown, Carmine knew she had to sign herself up for the program no matter the cost.

   Like hell she would let anyone walk into her home.

   “Um…” She felt a tug at the back of her jumpsuit. “I don’t think you need to—”

   “Hush, Kiki…!” Carmine snapped back; head turned slightly to glare at him.

   That was enough to silence the poor boy.

   Confused by the cold welcome, a frown tugged Aoi’s mouth.

   “Uh…” Where would she start, honestly? The second they arrived at the bus stop, one of the exchange program students got carsick. Due to the fact that she got an easy access to a ride in a form of a Koraidon, Aoi volunteered to seek help in the nearby village. It took her no less than 5 minutes with her Paradox Pokémon to arrive, and she was very thankful for the villagers’ welcoming behaviour despite being shocked by a sudden majestic Pokémon in their presence.

   Well, all were welcoming—except one.

   The taller girl didn’t move a step. Her stance seemed menacing, and her glare was far more terrifying. Neither a smile nor a greet was present. If looks could kill, Aoi swore she would have been on the ground bleeding by now. Though locks of black and red covered the middle part of her face, a glaring shine of dull yellow pierced right towards her.

   Call her crazy, but Aoi might think that this girl hated her guts.

   Okay, Aoi took a deep breath, let’s try this again. “Hi!” she greeted, one hand waved. “I’m really sorry to barge in like this so suddenly, but I have a classmate who’s sick and—”

   “Don’t care.”

   The hand that waved froze and flinched. Aoi wondered if she heard her wrong.

   “Excuse me—?”

   “Don’t care.”

   Okay, she didn’t hear her wrong.

   Stupefied by the cold demeanour, her hand dropped to the side. “Uh…” Confusion spiralled momentarily, twisting her brain on ideas on how to handle the matter. It wasn’t that Aoi hadn’t faced a rude person before; she still remembered Ortega chastising her the second their eyes met.

   Though in all honesty, Aoi was dismantling his hideout at that time, so it sort of made sense that the younger boy was pissed off at her.  

   And then there were extremely evil people. Those who chose to pursue their dreams in blind greed rather than tend to their own flesh and blood. Those whose dreams became the very danger that could cost the lives of many. Those who blurt out their empty love in a form of artificial intelligence.

   Those. Those were people Aoi perceived as evil.

   Tap, tap.

   The sound of a shoe tapping on the ground snapped her back to reality. Blinking once and twice, the young champion cocked her head forward.

   Rude woman. Right. She guessed it was time to see another new type of person.

   “Look,” she continued, smile curled on her face, “I have a sick classmate. He might die.” The smile eased to a teasing smirk. “I’m sorry for getting in your way, but I really hope you can at least let me get someone to help him and I’ll get out of your hair—”

   “Arceus, are you deaf?”

   Stupor once again held Aoi still.

   Arm crossed on her chest; Carmine tipped her head high. “I said no outsiders allowed.” Firm. Cold. Those were the usual tones she used when she was talking to someone unpleasant. Usually, whoever was talking to her would flinch and end the conversation then and there. The taller girl figured this tactic would succeed again and she could do the excursion program without any hassle.

   Unfortunately, the hassle remained still.

   A deep breath was exhaled. “I’m not deaf.” Aoi smiled again. Patient. Charming. “I’m just…” However, she was never one to be stepped on. “Stubborn.”

   Pink lips pursed to see shock splashed on the tall girl’s face.

   How fucking—Huffing sharply, Carmine clenched her shaking fists. “Who do you think you are?” Voice seething between clenched teeth, she maximized the intensity of her glare.

   Knowing that Aoi had pressed a button, she quickly rethought her next words. As much as this girl was starting to tick her off, she needed to be nice in order to diffuse the situation. “I’m Aoi.”

   Anger had a knack of burning out one’s rationality. And unfortunately for Aoi, her sentence alone—while honest and calm—sounded jeering to Carmine.

   “Well, I’m getting sick of your nonsense!” Seeing red, Carmine unsnapped a Pokéball from her white belt. “If you insist on coming in, you’ll have to battle me first.” The hand that held a Pokéball stretched forward, right towards the baffled Aoi.

   Ah, today was truly a day.

   A whirlpool of emotions swimming in her mind, Aoi finally let out a tired sigh. “I—”

   “C-C’mon Sis… You just wanna battle.”

   Black eyes widened at the sound of a new voice.

   Immediately, Aoi looked at the source, seeing a boy who now stood right beside who she assumed is the sister.

   One hand ruffled through his black and purple hair. “You’re makin’ this big fuss over nothing…” During the girls’ back and forth, Kieran decided to back off a few steps and watch the whole ordeal. After finalizing that his sister could not be rationalized with, he decided it would be best to try and pacify the situation.

   “I told you to hush, Kiki!” Fists raised and shaking, Carmine once again glared at him. Though her voice wasn’t loud, it still held a sharp venom that zipped his mouth shut.

   Arceus, he hated it every time she was like this.

   “Ignore my brother.” For a moment, a smile graced her lips; only a fool could see how utterly fake it was. Without a moment’s hesitance, Carmine released her Pokémon. Bright red light filled the space between them. And in a matter of seconds, a haughty Mightyena stood tall and ready for a fight.

   The longer he looked at the situation, the heavier he sighed.

   “Thank you.”

   He didn’t realize he had his eyes closed, for when he heard that voice—that one new voice—Kieran snapped his eyes open.

   Dumbly, he gaped at her beaming presence. Foolishly, he held a breath at the sight of her smile.

   Unlike what was given to Carmine a few minutes ago, the smile Aoi held now was softer. Kinder. Sweeter.

   A smile for him.

   Ba-dump!

   His legs almost gave out. Almost. One might perceive that his awe came from the radiant Pokémon that came out of Aoi’s Pokéball. The Sun Pokémon shined gloriously like the sun above. It clicked melodiously and fluttered her shiny yellow wings, preparing herself for an enticing battle.

   But no. No.

   While the Pokémon alone was beautiful, all Kieran could see, all Kieran could focus on, was the Pokémon’s trainer who shifted to a much more confident, much more intimidating stance.

   Her words. Her smile.

   It rang louder in his head than the cries of the Pokémon battle.