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IRL Benchtrio Tickle Fic (creative, I know)

Welp, here you go! This is my first ever fic, and I’m actually kinda happy with how it turned out. 

Summary: Ranboo’s staying with Tubbo in the UK, and Tommy goes over to visit them. However, Ranboo ends up finding himself in a,, mood, of sorts. He overthinks the situation too much and ends up freaking out, but luckily, he’s got two awesome friends who are there for him! (hurt/comfort)

~This is a tickle fic! If that’s not your thing, then move on please~

TW - Panic attack, self deprecating thoughts, let me know if I need to add anything else

Ranboo had been in the UK with Tubbo for a couple days now, and the two of them have been having a blast, the pure joy and excitement of finally getting to see each other in person had given them the energy to keep going constantly over the past two days, with them doing multiple streams and other activities. They had decided to meet up with Tommy that day, planning to record a vlog for Tommy’s vlog channel, but the past nights of practically no rest had caught up to the two, and when Tommy arrived at Tubbo’s house and saw how exhausted they appeared, he insisted they take the day to rest. They could record the vlog later, it wasn’t a big deal.

Of course, Tubbo and Ranboo immediately protested, but once Tommy made up his mind he was a force to be reckoned with. Eventually they settled to spend the day relaxing at Tubbo’s house, no cameras, and Ranboo had to admit, it was pretty nice. The three of them hadn’t had the chance to just talk without the stress of cameras being in their faces for quite a while, and they all needed the chance to just mess around and act like kids. No need to worry about carefully choosing their words to avoid any discourse. 

Tommy was currently sitting in the chair at Tubbo’s desk, aimlessly spinning in circles as he recalled the events of the previous day, waving his hands around with an animated expression. Tubbo and Ranboo were seated on opposite ends of Tubbo’s bed, Tubbo laughing at Tommy’s over dramatic retelling of,,, something. Despite his best efforts, Ranboo couldn’t seem to pay attention to Tommy’s words. He told himself that he didn’t know what was causing his fidgety mood, but he knew he was lying to himself. 

Earlier that day when Tommy first arrived, he shoved the door open with his usual flair, and loudly announced his arrival. Obviously excited to see him, Tubbo and Ranboo rushed over to greet him. Ranboo had instantly gathered Tommy up into a hug and held him close. And despite the show Tommy put up of not liking Ranboo, he latched onto the other as well, though of course not without poking fun at the other for being so eager to greet him, and a few playfully exchanged insults. That had been great, the thought brought a smile to his face. The part that had Ranboo squirming in his seat right now, was the way Tommy scribbled his nails into his sides after not being able to come up with a witty comeback to one of Ranboo’s playful jabs. It was brief, and after laughing at the squawk Ranboo let out good-naturedly, he dropped it. But, it was more than enough to send Ranboo’s brain spiralling into a lee mood, which only intensified as the playful atmosphere in the room continued.

Ranboo had told Tubbo before about this,,, liking of his before, and he had responded with only positivity, and he knew deep down that Tommy wouldn’t judge him either, but he still tried to forcefully shove the mood down, still telling himself that it was weird, and that Tommy and Tubbo would surely mock him if he admitted to them how he was feeling. 

The only problem was, while Ranboo was lost in thought, the other two had noticed how unusually quiet he had been, and Tommy paused his storytelling, asking if he was alright. At the attention being turned to him, Ranboo froze up, and his nerves kicked in, but he still tried to play it off. 

“I-I uhm, y-yeah, I’m fine.” Ranboo cursed himself for his lousy attempt to reassure them, and the other two clearly didn’t buy it.

“You sure, ‘Boo? If we’re doing something to make you uncomfortable, you can tell us.” Curse Tubbo for being so damn sweet, and those big, worried eyes that were carefully observing him. Ranboo fidgeted in place, refusing to make eye contact with either in the room. He was silent, getting increasingly frustrated with himself. Why couldn’t he come up with a response? Why did he have to be so bad at social interaction? This is so stupid for me to get worked up about, just say something! 

As Ranboo remained silent, Tommy and Tubbo’s concern for him only grew, and Tommy pushed himself up from the chair he was sitting in. making his way over to sit on the bed next to him. Seeing how uncomfortable Ranboo seemed, they didn’t push him to talk anymore, and both shuffled around to sit on either side of him. Ranboo risked a glance to his side, and, catching his gaze, Tommy offered him a kind smile, slowly reaching out to softly grasp his hand. And, oh shit, Ranboo could feel that familiar burning behind his eyes, and he quickly pulled his knees up to his chest, burying his face into them. God, why were they always so sweet to him? He was getting so worked up and upset over a stupid mood, and couldn’t even manage to say anything to them! In his frustration with himself, the tears in his eyes began to overflow, and his breath hitched.

Tubbo pressed up closer to him, bringing his arms up to wrap around Ranboo, before he paused.

“Hey, ‘Boo, it's alright. Can I touch you?” Ranboo managed a nod at that, and Tubbo wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. It was a little awkward with Ranboo being so much taller than him, but the embrace still served its purpose and Ranboo melted into his touch. Tommy brought his free hand up to Ranboo’s back, rubbing circles into it.

“Hey, Ranboo, it's okay. We’re here. Breathe with me, yeah?” He hadn’t even noticed how his breathing had sped up, but he allowed Tommy to guide him through the panic attack, as he counted their breaths, in and out, moving the hand on his back up and down along with the rhythm. 

After a few minutes of counting and failed attempts, Ranboo had managed to considerably calm down. In that time, the three of them had managed to maneuver into a laying down position, both Ranboo and Tubbo practically laying on top of Tommy, nearly crushing him, but somehow, they were comfortable. After a couple more moments of them all breathing together, Tubbo broke the silence.

“Hey, ‘Boo, you think you could manage to tell us what happened? You don’t have to, but it would help Tommy and I be able to help you.” Ranboo took a deep, stuttering breath, before he opened his mouth to speak. His voice was rough and scratchy, but he pushed on anyway. 

“I-Its stupid, really. I was just in a certain, u-uh,, m-mood, and got frustrated with myself. I-I’m fine, really, I was just upset that I couldn’t say what I was thinking.” Tubbo caught on to what Ranboo meant by “mood” pretty quickly, Ranboo having told him about it before. Tommy still didn’t know what he meant by that, but pushed on anyways, and spoke up. 

“That's not stupid at all, not being able to say what you’re thinking can be really frustrating and scary. You did a great job just now, though, with telling us what happened, I’m proud of you for that.” Ranboo whined at the slight praise, though he couldn’t deny how Tommy’s words and reassurances made him feel better. 

Tubbo forced himself to sit up, stretching his arms and rubbing his eyes. 

“Why don’t we put on a movie? And, uh,, if you wanted to um,, do something about that mood, ‘Boo, we could. Or not! Whatever you’re comfortable with, I don’t wanna push you! We could just watch the movie!” Tubbo was hesitant to offer; not because he didn’t want to help Ranboo with his mood, oh no, he just didn’t wanna make him uncomfortable, or make him feel like he had to.

At the offer, Ranboo felt his face heat up. Wow, and to think that he could have just gotten that so easily. Ranboo pushed the mildly self-deprecating thought away, and shyly nodded in response, hiding his face in his hands. Tommy, still confused as ever, just watched their interaction, not saying anything.

Tubbo gently pulled one of Ranboo’s hands away from his face, offering him a reassuring smile.

“Is it alright if I explain to Tommy, ‘Boo? You know he would never judge you.” Ranboo looked away and nervously bit his lip, but nodded after a few moment’s hesitation, pulling his hand back. Tommy looked between the two, his confused expression growing concerned, both because he was worried this “mood” Ranboo was in was something bad, and because Ranboo had thought that he would judge him for it. Tubbo noticed Tommy’s concern, however, and was quick to set him straight as he guided Ranboo to lay down on the bed of his back. 

“Don’t worry, Toms, it's nothing bad. Ranboo explained it to me over Discord one night. I’m pretty sure he called it a ‘lee mood,’ which basically just means that he's in the mood to be tickled!” Tubbo didn’t miss the flustered squeak that Ranboo let out when he said the word, and smiled fondly at him, even though Ranboo couldn’t see it, since he was covering his face. 

Tommy, upon hearing that indeed nothing was wrong and this “mood” was something as sweet and innocent as that, instantly lit up. 

“Awe, Ranboo, that's so sweet! There's nothing wrong with that at all! You want us to tickle you, big man? Is that alright?” Ranboo squeaked again, and thought this just may be the most flustered he's ever been, but it’s not a bad feeling. Definitely not. 

He couldn’t even attempt to hide how happy Tommy’s positive response made him, and at the light, teasing tone in Tommy’s voice towards the end sent tingles down his spine. Unable to find his words, Ranboo just nodded in response, curling up slightly. He let out yet another squeak as he felt someone’s hands on his sides, unable to hold in his anticipatory giggles even though the hands weren’t even moving yet. He shyly peaked out from behind his hands to see who had placed their hands on him, only to immediately hide again as the other two cooed at his reaction. 

“Giggling already, ‘Boo? I haven’t even done anything!” Ranboo shook his head in response, his giggles heightening in pitch. 

“Dohohon’t tehehease!” Tubbo pouted playfully at Ranboo, not that he could see him.

“Awe, why not? It's fun teasing you, because I get to see your adorable little flush and hear your sweet giggles!” Ranboo only whined louder, causing both lers to laugh. 

Tubbo began to lightly massage little circles into Ranboo’s sides where his hands were laying, occasionally scratching his nails into the sensitive skin. Ranboo, his sides being a fairly bad spot and already being wound up from the teasing and anticipation, let out an embarrassingly loud squeal, arching his back.

“Whoa, did you see that Toms? His sides must be sooo ticklish!” Tubbo snickered. 

As much as he was enjoying watching Tubbo tickle Ranboo to bits, Tommy decided he was bored of just watching, and would find a spot as well. After a couple moments of consideration, Tommy fluttered his fingers over Ranboo’s neck, gasping excitedly at the squeaky giggles the spot produced. Ranboo shook his head back and forth and scrunched up his shoulders, still keeping his hands over his face. 

“C’mon, ‘Boo, stay still for me, yeah? It’s hard for me to tickle you when you’re moving around all over the place.” 

Ranboo still couldn’t believe this was actually happening, it had been such a long time since he’d been tickled, he honestly wasn’t sure where he was ticklish, or even if he was ticklish at all anymore. 

So when Tommy’s fingers glided over his ears by accident, even he was surprised by the shrill shriek that he let out. The sound startled the other two into stopping for a moment, and Ranboo felt himself flush darker. He was about to start apologising when suddenly Tommy’s fingers were back to his ears, tracing his nails around the shells of them. 

“Holy shit ‘Boo, I didn’t even know someone’s ears could be so ticklish,” Tommy giggled. 

“SHUHut uhuhuhup!” Ranboo’s plea fell on deaf ears, as Tubbo picked up his tickling at Ranboo’s sides. 

“No fair! How come Tommy gets the good spot?” Tubbo playfully complained, a childish pout on his face. Tommy let out his signature barking laugh, and stuck his tongue out at the other. 

“Sucks to suck, bitch boy!” Tubbo just huffed in response, deciding to try out a different spot; maybe he could find a spot worse than his ears. 

Ranboo would normally laugh at them and play along with their childish antics, but something about how they were talking about tickling him so casually was extremely flustering to him.

“Guhuhuys! NohoHOHO!” Tubbo’s fingers had pressed into the divots between Ranboo’s ribs, vibrating them in place. Ranboo threw his head back in laughter, his hands finally leaving his face to instead latch onto Tubbo’s wrists, though he didn’t push them away. 

Tubbo grinned victoriously, flashing Tommy a cocky smirk as Ranboo began kicking his legs out underneath him. Tommy just growled in response, immediately searching for a new spot. He experimentally squeezed at Ranboo’s thigh, being rewarded with another hiccup, but not much else. Tommy pouted as Tubbo cackled at him, narrowing his eyes at the shorter.

“‘Sucks to suck,’ huh Toms?” Tubbo mocked, eyes lighting up as he reached Ranboo’s upper ribs, causing Ranboo to let out a louder hiccup than the others and a squeak. 

Ranboo couldn’t even attempt to form proper words now, between how hard he was laughing and how flustered he was, and he was enjoying every second of it. After a bit longer, Tubbo began to slow down his fingers, allowing Ranboo to take a breather. 

As Ranboo began to recover, Tommy smirked as he got an idea. He gracelessly shoved Tubbo off of Ranboo, earning him an undignified squawk from the shorter, before he sat himself on Ranboo’s hips and unleashed all ten of his fingers along his belly. 

Ranboo jolted like he was electrocuted, not expecting the sudden attack, before snorting and falling into loud belly laughter. As Tommy crowed victoriously, Tubbo couldn’t even bring himself to be upset that he lost their little ‘competition,’ instantly cooing at Ranboo. 

“Awwe, does someone have a ticklish belly?” After a moment of violent thrashing, Ranboo went limp, and just accepted his fate. Even though he was laughing so hard his belly was starting to hurt, and he could feel tears prickling in the corners of his eyes, he couldn’t deny how good this felt. To be so carefree around his friends, not even trying to muffle or contain his reactions as he snorted and laughed to his heart's content. 

“NAHAHAHA- *snort* T-TOHOHOMS!” Tommy laughed as his name was called out, pulling his hands away from Ranboo’s belly, flopping on the bed next to him. Tubbo climbed back up on the bed as well, laying himself across the other two. Tommy grunted from Tubbo’s weight being added onto him, and pulled Ranboo into his arms, rubbing his back soothingly. Ranboo buried his face into Tubbo’s hair, trying to regulate his breathing. After a minute of comfortable (almost) silence and Ranboo’s giggling still hadn’t let up, Tubbo laughed, rubbing his shoulder. 

“You alright, Boo?” Ranboo nodded, his head falling back against the bed, taking deep breaths.

“Y-yeahahaha, I’m goohohod.” Tommy fondly rolled his eyes as the giggling still didn’t completely stop, pulling the two closer to him. Tubbo shifted around, wrapping himself around Ranboo, before relaxing and closing his eyes. The only two followed shortly after him.

“Softyinnit.”

“Shut the fuck up Tubbo.” 

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Magical Miracle Dream Girl ☆ Momonomi

Summary: Matsuda suits up Monomi for her next attempt at the second boss in the events immediately following Chapter 13 of Super Danganronpa 2: Matsuda Yasuke's Battle of Despair and Wits .

Rating: PG (?)

Warnings: Laaaaanguage I guess? Idk.

Notes: Dude, reading this over with it being more reference heavy is lowkey super embarassing for me so I really don’t get how Kodaka does it so shamelessly. But I tried. Oh my god did I try. Anyway, I’m a sucker for ribbons and yet I did not squeeze in a single reference to the Ribon magazine so in reality I am a failure. In all seriousness, writing Matsuda and Monomi is great and I wuv wuv them both so much.

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“U-Uuu...boohoo.”

Monomi sniffled into her paws, sitting on her rump and looking so pitiful it was honestly kind of sickening. Matsuda, ever weathering, just stared and waited for her to stop crying.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I-I’ll get stronger, I will, I will, but, but,” her breath hitches. Matsuda wordlessly hands her a handkerchief and she blows into it. It’s an astounding sight and he refuses her trying to return it. He’s just, he’s not sure how his sanity would handle potentially having to wash off a stuffed animal’s mucus from a fabric. Shit was already so fucking weird.

Monomi dabs at her eyes delicately.

“Matsuda-kun, you really are such a kind boy. So, so kind.”

That’s such a miserable thing to say, so Matsuda rolled his eyes at it.

“O-Okay!” she exclaimed, getting to her feet with a few squeaky noises. “Sensei will now bulk up before her next fight! I won’t lose! Not when my precious students are depending on me!”

It’d be easy to burst her bubble but this time, she’s not wrong. We have to get to the hospital on the third island. Not just for that guy’s sake, but for all our sakes. I have to scan not just myself, but potentially everyone else.

“I-I just, um, need a new weapon, maybe a new ribbon, and, um.” Monomi pats her belly a few times. “This diaper is a bit restrictive too, huh.”

“Then just take it off?” He raised an eyebrow. “It’s not like you need it. You don’t defecate, right?”

“S-Such a horrifying question to ask your teacher!” she exclaimed, jumping with an utterly mortified look. “It’s not just inappropriate, it’s so indecent! You should never suggest nor ask such things of a young woman!”

Young woman? What about her is young besides that childish appearance? She has an age? She considers herself matured?

So many questions. So little importance. Matsuda scowled.

“I’ve already dug around your intestines,” he pointed out. “I know there’s nothing there but fluff.”

“D-Don’t say that; it’s so embarrassing!” she cried. “For a teacher to be in such a position before her precious, precious students! I’m just so, so ashamed! I never want to think about it again!”

“So you’re just going to keep wearing a diaper. Even though that’s not exactly tasteful either.” He shook his head. “What is there even to be done about you? Urgh. Come on.” He clapped his hands a few times, and she tottered after him in confusion. “Let’s go to Rocketpunch.”

Monomi blinked up at him. Grimacing, he explained.

“You said you needed a new ribbon, right? We’ll look for sticks on the way there but there might very well be something else you can use.”

“M-Matsuda-kun, oh.” She presses her paws together, awestruck. “Y-You really are such a kind, kind child!”

“Hurry the fuck up or I’m throwing you ahead.”

“R-Right!”

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“Red or yellow? Is yellow maybe too flashy, Matsuda-kun?”

“Those are for pigtails.”

“Oh! I see! I’m not a pig, after all, I’m a rabbit! Ehehehe!” Monomi giggled even in the face of Matsuda’s stoic frown. “They have all kinds of ribbons. It’s difficult to choose.”

“Some of these have different names,” Matsuda said, pulling out a big red one. “This, for instance, is a V Ribbon.”

“Ooh! For victory!” Monomi exclaimed. “Yes, yes.”

“No, but whatever.” He held up the ribbon to Monomi’s ear. Making a face, he tied the bow and then leaned back to take in the sight. “A maybe, maybe?”

Not exactly feeling the most confident about this one. Best to find a couple of other options.

He dug around the ribbon section some more. His eyes light up as he pulled out another one, similarly bright red but so very fine.

“This one’s better,” he said, holding it out. “The Hime Ribbon. It’s an actual creation of the princess of the Magical Kingdom.”

“It looks like this one,” Monomi replied, patting her bow.

“It’s completely different!” Matsuda exclaimed, annoyed. “It’s come on, come on, go, go, jump!”

“Come on, come on, go, go jump?” Monomi repeated. She mulls it over before pumping her paw. “Ike, ike!”

“No, no!” Huffing, Matsuda rubbed his temples. “It's a classic! A fucking classic! Like, Akko-chan and Mami? No, not that Mami!”

“H-How cruel,” she sobbed, holding down her ears. “But, you know.” A pause before she beams. “It does give me a nostalgic feeling, Matsuda-kun.”

“Because it’s a classic,” Matsuda muttered, puffing his cheeks. “But, considering what this ribbon does, it’s a bad fit for you.”

“Eh? What does it do?”

“It’s...freaky.” Making a face, Matsuda set the ribbon lovingly aside. “Maybe we should look for something a little more straight-forward.”

“Hm, hm,” Monomi hums. “You know, transformation is a very important part of being a magical girl but it’s not always a good thing.” She tugs at her diaper, sullen. “This kind of transformation for instance.”

Transformation. Yeah, obviously. Normal people can only do so much even with the amount of capability they have. But, there’s more to it.

“It’s not about getting stronger, it’s also about building confidence in yourself,” Matsuda snapped, irritated now. “You may not have the range you did before but the fact that you’re so whiny and weepy about it is beyond infuriating. Was your character always that fickle? Your simpering, desperate optimism only a forced front?”

Monomi stilled and blinked up at him.

“Pathetic,” he sniffed. “Even if you didn’t mean for things to go so wrong, you’re making it worse with how flighty and pitiful you are.” He quiets for a moment, and weirdly, he feels sick. He covers his mouth with a groan. “Gross.”

“Matsuda-kun,” Monomi says, softly and meaningfully. “So harsh.”

It is a bit harsh, isn’t it? He thought almost in mirthless amusement. If she had just been trying to help, that’d be one thing, but she’s responsible for our lost memories. She’s part of the reason why we’re trapped in the first place. That’s why I can’t help but get so pissed about it.

That said, he should know better than to tell off a program of all things. He wished he could just spit in the face of whoever human in charge. But that person is, allegedly, someplace he can’t reach while trapped.

It’s useless. It’s all useless. Except. I really do have to get to the hospital.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. An adult complaining so much only burdens the children.”

Matsuda stilled for a moment, perking up.

“I’ll do better!” Monomi chirped. “I’ll get stronger! For my precious, precious students!”

She’s a program, but maybe she does have a semblance of maturity. He thinks that, but even so, his expression darkens. Still a program that acts as a proxy. Still incapable of explanations and justifications. Still the means we found ourselves trapped with our heads tampered. How trustworthy can someone so fundamentally detached and closed off really be? Even if it’s someone with this kind of personality?

Still, there was one matter that was clear while the rest were vague.

Even if we’re at odds, we have the same enemy. Komaeda said that about the traitor, too.

While he’s still undeniably pissed and suspicious, he does need all the help he can get. Especially from someone with the capabilities of taking down the Monobeasts, of opening the paths to the closed-off islands where more could be gleamed and where more could be done. With that, he looks through the ribbons once more, pulling out various options before he found one that had him pause.

A pretty yellow ribbon adorned with a blue star. Still quiet, Matsuda knelt down and tugged the red ribbon off Monomi to replace it. He fixed the yellow ribbon and the star shone brightly at him. Pulling back, he took in the beaming Monomi and nodded.

“Yeah, that’ll work. Let’s go with this one.”

Monomi twirled around with flourish.

“Magical Miracle Girl ☆ Monomi! At your service!” A pause. Monomi yelped. “N-No, Usami! I mean Usami! I’m not Monomi, I don’t even know a Monomi!”

“Right,” Matsuda said, nodding along. “There should be a baton around here that we can use as a weapon. Hopefully one that suits your new look.”

“Y-Yes!” she exclaimed, watery-eyed. “Yes, yes!”

When he found one and handed it over, Monomi waved it around and declared,

“I absolutely won’t lose! I’ll fight for the sake of my students! With the power of wuv and hope!”

Matsuda said nothing to that, even as his lips twisted in the slightest way.

Later, when Monomi faced against that snake beast again, not only was she knocked away again in spite of her best efforts, but...

That thing knocked her away with the force of a truck, causing the now broken baton to clatter at Matsuda’s feet.

“Welp,” was all he had to say.

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What A Moment Can Do (Chapter One)

WELP, here it is boys! The first chapter to a thing I’ve been writing forever. I hope you all enjoy! (Let me know if you’d like to be on a taglist or something)

Summary: For a moment, everything was perfect. Voices were ringing proudly, eyes glistening and smiles spread wide. All his brothers were together, it was them against The World, and they were on top.A moment later is was all gone. Cheers turned to screams, smiles into tears, and Crutchie was being ripped away from everything he once knew.And he woke up in the Refuge.

Warnings: Mentions of Abuse/Injury. Blood 

No more that I can think of for this chapter but they WILL get worse so let me know if you’d like me to tag something specific

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For a moment, everything was still. All the screaming and yelling ceased. The smell of dirt, sweat, and paper ink disappeared along with the sights they were attributed to. Everything that Crutchie was used to, all that he came to know and love was gone. He couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or not. How could everything be so still in a moment of chaos? 

But it was only a moment. 

One by one all of Crutchie’s senses returned. The smell- the stench of damp grime and the all-too-familiar scent of metallic blood quickly filled his nose. 

The feeling- everything hurt—oh God why did everything hurt? Crutchie tried to shift his weight, discovering he was lying flat on his stomach on a cold wood floor, and was met with a sharp pain running up from his leg into his back—damn his leg. The pain caused him to wince, sucking in the air between his teeth and clutching his eye tighter together. 

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The taste- an unfortunately familiar metallic. At somepoint throughout the events he must have busted his lip. He grazed his tongue across his bottom lip, swollen and crusted over. Definitely busted.  

The sound- A quiet murmur arose from the otherwise silent atmosphere before one rose above the rest. 

“’Ey, looks like the new kid’s comin’ to,” came a voice from  the darkness. 

“‘s about time. Alright, getta move on. Get up!” A new voice spoke up, yelling at Crutchie and using the tip of his shoe to emphasize his statement with a solid poke. Crutchie just laid there, his body refusing to comprehend the simply order. “Ya dumb or sumthin’? Move or I’ll make ya” the boy repeated, another poke following suit. 

“Lay off ‘im Fives,” the first voice responded, “kid can hardly keep his eyes open, and looks like da gutter ta boot.”

 The sight- Crutchie groaned and forced his eyes to flutter fully open. Tilting his head up slightly he took the opportunity to try and figure out where he was. He could barely make out the group of young boys that surrounded him, all of varying ages and degrees of wariness. Most of the boys in the group seemed to all just form together in a foggy mass. Crutchie couldn’t make out just how many there were—though it seemed to be way more than there should in a room this size—nor could he really decipher one from the other. Whether or not his ability to see was hindered more by the growing and fading black spots speckled throughout his vision or the meager light coming through a single window in the room, Crutchie wasn’t sure. The two figures he could make out stood in front of the crowd, staring each other down. The one about a head taller than the other, Crutchie thinks he heard the smaller boy call him Fives, a bushel of dark hair upon his head, jabs a finger into the chest of the smaller boy.   

“I don’t care what shape he’s in. If he keeps layin’ there someone’s gonna trip on ‘im, an’ I’se not gonna deal with them cryin’ and shit all over. Or better yet, a goon’ll try to open the door and it’ll hit him or—“ The smaller boy scrunches his nose and swats away Fives’ lingering finger.

“Alright, alright, we get it” the boy squats down next to Crutchie, “Come on kid, ‘s not good to be lyin’ there anyways. Think you can stand up?” Crutchie stiffly nods, but doesn’t fully believe himself. He glances back up at the sets up eyes that seem to be glued to him. The number of boys that once surrounded him substantially dwindled, either from lack of interest or fear of Fives’ harsh words, but the eyes still made Crutchie feel unsettled. He felt like an animal that was forced to do tricks, like the ones in the circus he read about in the paper.  

Crutchie braced his hands against the ground and pushed himself up to a sitting position. Every aching bone in his body screamed against the action. Slowly, he pulled his good leg closer to his body and out of habit goes to grab his crutch…wait, his crutch. His eyes quickly scanned the area surrounding him and a panic brought upon a tightness in his chest. 

“Well,” the boy looked at Crutchie expectantly, his eyebrows furrowed together. Crutchie took a breath and tried to dig his nails into the wall beside him in an attempt to pull himself up. It took all but a second for him to crumple upon himself in a heap back on the ground. He pounded the ground with his fists and tried to fight back the tears that were forming in the corners of his eyes. Once again he felt alone, focused only on gaining back the breath he didn’t realize he lost in his endeavors, when a hand on his should shook him out of the daze. “Come on then,” the boy grabbed Crutchie’s arm and draped it over his shoulders, forcing Crutchie to his feet. Slowly, he gained his balance and shifted nearly all of his weight onto the boy who, luckily, was about his height and despite his frail appearance was able to take the weight. Crutchie looked down at his bad leg, twisted and bent in all the wrong ways, it was a wonder how the rest of the group didn’t notice it’s bad condition. However the rest of him probably didn’t look too much better, so it must have just blended in with the rest. 

As they made their way to a nearby bunk, the boy spoke up again, “The name’s Ten-Pin by the way” Crutchie gave a curt nod in response. In an effort to ignore the withering pain that made its way through his body with every step, Crutchie focused his attention on the bunks the duo walked past. Each was completely filled with five to six other boys, limbs hung off the edges with barely enough room for two, let alone three, children. In the lodging house, it wasn’t an uncommon sight to find two boys in a bed, conserving heat or making room new incomers, but this was a completely different sight. Crutchie sighed, missing the sound of his friends, bickering, teasing, laughing --hell any form of noise would suffice right now. There was an eerie silence in the room for how many boys there were, and any eyes that were once curiously watching Crutchie were now locked on a wall, ceiling, or pillow. All interest for the new boy was lost. 

“Ya gotta name?” Ten-Pin’s voice broke Crutchie out of his thoughts. 

But he was only able to stutter out a few noises before Ten-Pin stopped at the end of one of the bunks and called up “Eddy, Stretch!” A small boy popped his head of the bed first. His brown curly hair was sticking up at all angles and Crutchie could barely make out a faded yellowish-green bruise along his sickeningly pale jawline. It was some sort of relief that the bruise was old, but a part of him wondered what caused such a young kid to gain the mark. He couldn’t have been older than seven or eight. The boy gave Ten-Pin a big, toothy grin and went to respond but instead let out a long, straining cough into his arm and Crutchie couldn’t help but notice the large wet spot left behind on the child’s sleeve. Ten-Pin waited for the coughing to reside before continuing, “Stretch up there?” The boy-Eddy, Crutchie presumed-nodded, where else would the boy be, and motioned to slap at Stretch to wake him up. A dark skinned boy came into view, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. 

“Whatdya want now, I’se just gettin’ some shut eye.”

“This ‘eres a new kid, you guys gonna share with him” Stretch knitted his eyebrows and studied Crutchie. 

Narrowing his eyes he snapped, “He’s still bleedin’” Crutchie reflectively reached his hand up to his head only to be greeted with a mat of wet hair. So that’s why his head hurt so much. “It’ll get all over the bed, and us!” Stretch countered. Eddy’s eyes dropped and let out another cough in response. 

“You’se know well enough that you’se the two smallest. ‘e won’t take up too much room. ‘Sides I ain’t asking ya” Ten-Pin nodded at Crutchie to climb up the latter. Stretch grumbled something inaudible but laid back down. Crutchie took his weight off of Ten-Pin and gripped onto the latter with his life. He took a deep breath and looked up the latter as if it was the giant beanstalk from that one story Specs had been telling the younger boys. He turned to say something to Ten-Pin, perhaps to explain his predicament and difficulty climbing said latter, only to find him walking over to his own bunk and scampering up. Guess he could only care about a new guy so much. 

Crutchie gazed back up at the journey before him, the boys at the lodging house always allowed for him to have a bottom bunk for the sake of his leg- though he would deny any need for their concerns. On a good day he’d scale the latter to the roof of the lodging house with relative ease, but this wasn’t a good day. Nonetheless, these boys were allowing him into their bed, and he wasn’t in the mood to make any more enemies. 

Slowly, Crutchie hopped up the latter, trying his best to ignore the pain rippling through his body with every sudden movement. He was met at the top by the eyes of little Eddy, who was once again coughing up a lung. Upon closer viewing, Crutchie was able to make out dark purple crescents that lined the bottom of the boy’s eyes. Eddy patted the small space next to him on the flimsy mattress and attempted to scoot closer to Stretch in order to make room. 

Crutchie managed to maneuver his way to the small opening, clutching his bad leg as he laid down. Despite the attempt to make room the three boys were still laying shoulder to shoulder and he had to grip the side of the bed as to not tumble off the side. Tears threatened his eyes but he clenched his eyes shut to force them to recede. No tears, he had to be strong, he had to be tough, he had to be—a wet cough broke Crutchie from his thoughts. The younger boy was pressed tight up against his side, allowing for Crutchie to feel every hitch and shake. He  remembered that feeling, being sick with no sign of recovery. Not being able to take a breath without it immediately being pushed back out.

  Crutchie stayed wide awake, staring blankly into the dark. His eyes never fully adjusted to the lack of light, nor his ears to the eerie silence. After living so many years in the lodging house, Crutchie had grown accustomed to constant noise, even late into the night he would often fall asleep to whispered conversations and creaking bed frames. But here, here there was nothing, as if the boys didn’t move. As if Crutchie was already living with the dead. 

And Eddy’s cough never really seemed to stop though. The hacking sound made louder against the silence.  After a few minutes of the continuous coughing, Crutchie couldn’t help but turn over and place a hand gently against Eddy’s back. He felt him tense up, causing  cough to temporarily  worsen. Crutchie slowly began rubbing Eddy’s back in small circle; when he was sick last winter, left awake due to a similar cough, Jack had rubbed his back in a similar way and it had helped ease the pain. 

“Hey,” Eddy whispered between coughs and turned over to face Crutchie, his eyes wide, “What’re you doin’?” 

“I’se just trying to help,” Crutchie pulled his hand away, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, it- it feels nice. But—why’s you doin’ it?”

“I just want you to feel better. I know this is what helps me when I’se sick” 

“But, why’se you helping me?” Crutchie froze. Did this boy never have compassion shown towards him? What life did he live that there was no one to help him? 

“I don’t like seeing my friends hurt. Whenever someone is sick or hurt at the lodging house, everyone pitches in to help them.” 

“We’se friends?” 

“If you wanna be,” Eddy nodded and coughed once more, this time inching closer to Crutchie until Crutchie was forced to wrap his arms around the younger boy. He took the boy in without any hesitation. There was almost nothing to Eddy. Crutchie could feel every rib through his undershirt and his narrow hips dug into Crutchie’s gut, but he didn’t dare move. Even after just knowing the kid for a few minutes he would do anything to make him feel better. As he pulled the boy closer he expected to feel the warmth that the human body usually resonated, but despite it being the middle of July, Eddy’s small body was so cold it was as if he had been laying out in the snow. 

“Why you’se here?” Eddy asked as he wrapped his hand around a piece of Crutchie’s shirt. Crutchie had to think.

“Here?”

“The Refuge.” Even the word was enough to bring pain to the child. 

“The Refuge” he repeated under his breath. Deep in his gut, Crutchie always knew where he was. The crowded rooms, barred windows, freezing temperatures, and overall dirty atmosphere was just as the boys at the lodge had described it. But somehow, somehow, he’d hoped for a different answer.  He had witnessed boys go in and out—sometimes only in—other times coming back a completely different boy. Crutchie looked down at Eddy, whose head was rested on his chest. Who was this boy before the Refuge? Had he been someone’s brother? Son? Friend? Maybe he loved to run around outside and play in the mud, like so many of the young newsies. Whoever he was, it was different than they boy Crutchie looked at now. 

“New Kid?”

“Crutchie.”

“What?”

“My name’s Crutchie, if we’se friends, you should know.” Eddy was silent for a moment, taking in the new information before continuing. 

“Crutchie, why’s you here? Da other boys ain’t nearly as nice as you’se.” Crutchie sighed, remembering the events from just earlier that day.   

  “We’se on strike. Me ‘n the other newsies ‘n the hot shots ain’t too pleased with us. I’se was too slow to get away when the bulls showed.” Tears threatened his eyes once more. All of his friends, his family, standing side by side against the World. 

“What’s a strike?” Eddy innocently asked. Crutchie thought for a moment. 

“It means that the big guys, Pulitzer and Hearst and them, they’se doin’ something that is wrong—that we don’t like—and we ain’t standing for it no more. So we stop selling the papes until they change it.” 

“Just you  kids? Like me?” 

“ Yeah, I mean, alotta us is older, but yeah, just like you.”

“Wow, you’se real brave.” 

“Yeah, real brave.” He didn’t feel brave. Jack and Race and Davey and Finch and Specs were brave, Crutchie, he was just along for the ride. If he was brave he would have put up a better fight, hell he wouldn’t have gotten caught at all. If he were brave he would have shoved Snyder right off of him, instead he just called out for help. 

And then it was back to silence. Crutchie just laid there, staring at the ceiling as Eddy let out more coughs. This time he turned into Crutchie and he could feel something wet seep through his shirt. Crutchie began rubbing his back again and waited until the younger boy’s raspy breaths became even, signaling sleep. He now understood why Jack risked everything to steal and sneak blankets and clothes into this place. Just seeing Eddy, sickly Eddy, who was just about Les’ age—a sprightly boy who, despite having only known him for a short while, managed to cement his way into all the newsies’ hearts—being treated this way, living the life that no child should have to, made Crutchie want to do the same. He wanted to stay awake, mainly to make sure that the sickly child would continue breathing through the night, but eventually his exhaustion caught up to him and he drifted into an uneasy daze. 

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My “WIPs”

Thanks @sugaandyams. I don't get tagged too often, so thank you!

“The Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.”

Oh my goodness. I had stuffed saved in all different places. I’ll start with the folders that contained fics that are incomplete. Welp, here I go!

Great Galactic War - this folder is the dump for my Haikyuu space/war AU, one of three or four fics I may focus on writing in the near future (first chapter is already published); the folder has very little atm, but I have about two dozen different scenes on my phone that aren't saved on PC

Kenma Project - the dump for my actively ongoing Haikyuu next gen captain war AU. I have a file in here further titled Ennoshita chapter. I wonder what that’s about? ;)

Three Kings - the dump for my Haikyuu samurai AU starring Hinata and Noya, the second possible fic I may commit to writing (first 2 chapters already published); there’s a chapter outline (which is dated because I’ve updated it in my head so much), and there are notes and many chapter tidbits on my phone too

Vice - the dump for a canonverse Haikyuu fic that was borne from a desire to write more Nekoma, so I subjected them to debilitating angst. There’s a rough chapter outline in here, and there are a couple of chapter drafts saved as emails on my phone. It’s the third fic that I might commit my time to (first 2 chapters, starring poor Inuoka, already published)

March of Justice - this folder was the dump for my aborted One Piece/My Hero Academia crossover, in which a couple of One Piece villains travel to the BnHA universe to conquer it

And here’s the rest I found. Some of these are just notes on fanciful ideas I had for a day and then never revisited. Others were never intended to see the light of day whatsoever

Abe dake ga Inai Machi - Oofuri-Erased - oh goodness. I had to stare at that title for a while to figure out what was wrong with it. An Oofuri/Big Windup fanfic that I didn’t play with for very long, but I was surprised to find I actually wrote the first chapter. Like Boku Dake ga Inai Machi (Erased), there’s a murder and then Abe finds himself transported back to the start of the Oofuri series, 10 months earlier. I reread some of this first chapter, and by my standards, it’s awful

Ace of Diamond - scandal fanfic - one of the ones never intended to see the light of day. It’s just notes. Basically Seidou pulls off its own Black Sox scandal and gets nailed, with some drama over whether Eijun is actually guilty

Ace of Iron / Ace of Swords - a Diamond no Ace samurai AU, mostly notes but also including drafts of a first chapter. It grew so huge there was no chance I could ever write it as a fanfic, so I actually converted it into an original story idea that I may do something with some day

Big Windup - cheating ploy disaster - this one is just notes and also never intended to see the light of day. An Oofuri idea in which Nishiura’s defeated rivals suspect them of cheating and kidnap the club boys to force them to confess. It goes even more downhill. (I’m very glad that, since discovering Haikyuu, I now conceive fanfics I actually want to write.)

Day of the Countercoup - I had to dig to find this one cos I knew it existed, but it wasn't a file. It was a tab in an Excel doc I used for my Haikyuu political AU, Coup d’Etat. It’s notes for an aborted sequel (Coup d’Etat’s original title was “Night of the Coup,” hence this contrasting title) that I scrapped soon after starting work on it. So glad too! Coup d’Etat got its due, and that AUverse shall be left to itself now

Haikyu - Gospel of Shouyou - oh goodness. I’m not gonna explain this one. Me experimenting, not intended to see the light of day

Haikyu - Nightmare from Heaven - this one may be the fourth candidate for continuation as a long-term fic but is currently unpublished. A war/occupation fic in which Miyagi Prefecture is conquered during a contemporary World War III, and the Karasuno boys must now live under foreign military occupation. The first chapter and part of the second were written, and I've got several notes on my phone and PC about subsequent chapters. Thank goodness tensions in that part of the world have simmered down since I devised it

Life Hereafter - Chapter 6.5 alternate ending - oh no. Life Hereafter is my darkest and most sensitive fic, published only on FFN, written to process a RL tragedy I was distantly affected by. I struggled with the ending of Chapter 6, which covered Tsukki and Yamaguchi’s coping with the canonverse tragedy. One draft (called “6.5″ in case I ever wanted to publish it, but I likely never will) featured Tsukki, seeking solace and desperately wanting to console Yamaguchi, giving in to poor judgment and kissing him. Only to then learn Yamaguchi doesn't have the same feelings back. Topping off their hurt with this was far too cruel and painful, and even before I started typing it, I knew I wouldn’t actually publish it. Rereading the draft even now made me feel uncomfortable which is why I kept it because it’s perhaps the best friendship-ruining moment I’ve ever written

Oofuri fanfic - Sakura Conspiracy - I thought I wrote a chapter 1 draft too, but this is an outline for a WWII Oofuri AU in which Nishiura, after winning Koshien in the late 20s or early 30s, moves on to military and political careers, one of their former teammates dies under suspicious circumstances, and Mihashi fears one of his old teammates may be responsible. The story stretches from 1937 to 1945

I'm actually surprised I found no notes on my Haikyuu mafia AU idea. I guess I never actually transcribed any, even though the plot is substantially complete in my head!

These four are all notes for gigantic crossovers:

Periods of World fanfic - This was an experiment, in which each century from 2000 BC to 2000 AD was listed out, a different part of the world selected for each century, and then a different anime or manga assigned to each part of the world. The idea was to write a chapter set in that century in that area starring those characters. The last chapter, for the new millennium, would have covered all parts of the world. The file is dated 2013. It never became more than this list

Periods of World fanfic 2 - and so it seems I tried again! This file is dated 2014 and shows just a teeny bit more dedication, with the 20th century further subdivided into decades, then every year from 2000-2009, and then every six months for 2010-2014. There are some different anime choices than the 2013 version. Never went anywhere with it, never gonna

Reborn epic crossover anime tribute layout - yes, that’s the literal filename. This is from my days as a Katekyo Hitman Reborn fan, and I don't even recognize most of the character names anymore. Apparently the villains of Reborn travel to seven other anime universes to kidnap major characters to sacrifice them as part of some weird magic scheme that I can’t properly decipher now

Random multi-anime WWII fanfic plan - yes, that’s also the literal filename. This is an outline for a 50-chapter crossover set before and during World War II, where the main characters of Naruto are Russian, One Piece are British, Bleach are French, Katekyo Hitman Reborn are German, Blue Exorcist are Italian, Fairy Tail are Japanese, and Ed and Al from FMA are American. The plot is emotionally devastating, doesn’t pull the punches on all sorts of WWII-related triggers, and frequently and cruelly denies catharsis.

To be perfectly honest though, rereading it, I swear this is the best story I have ever invented! It has a heartrending blend of tragedy, poignant poetic justice, subplot causality, and social commentary and contains few of the traps I sometimes fall into like cheap shock and subplots going nowhere. I really wish I could do something with this narrative now

And I’ll count the hefty handful of TV scripts I’ve written in an effort to practice and hone my scriptwriting skills. All but the last one of these are hypothetical new seasons of real anime:

Blue Exorcist s2 - 1 episode. My attempt to write the Impure King arc, years before they actually produced the Impure King arc. This was not my best work

Noragami: God’s Secret - 2 episodes for a manga-based Season 3. These were pretty decent imo

Oofuri/Big Windup: The Coming of Fall - 17 episodes. I got really into this one. A speculative season 3 assuming three cours (imo we probably won’t be blessed with that many episodes if season 3 comes), covering everything up until the end of the fall tournament. The first 13 episodes covered the story up to chapter 84 minus the Kasukabe match, followed by an OVA (ep 13.5), and then I was working on the Kasukabe match told in hindsight before planning to continue with the big game of the fall prelims. The third cour would have covered the fall tournament itself

Mekakucity Actors XX - 4 episodes. My own idea for a season 2/alternate ending. Because I was very conflicted with how the anime ended

School Babysitters - this was an original episode idea for Gakuen Babysitters that I enjoyed writing very much but turned out too long (40 pages) and features the babies turning into insects. I wouldn't mind publishing it somewhere actually!

I am going to tag @wire-pudding and @kemoiunder! Anyone else who reads this and wants to explore the abyss that is non-started WIPs, be my guest too!

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RvB16 Episode 7 Review: It Just Winked At Me

Last time on Red vs Blue: O’Malley came back bitches. That’s it. That’s all you need to know. No need to go into how Grif is all alone with only a talking lens flare and all the potential angst that writers can dig up from that. Or that Atlus is a dork who obliterated Tucker and Sister into subatomic particles. None of that’s important at all. Only O’Malley matters.

Alright, so this episode has been hyped for awhile. Joe hyped it up. Kyle Taylor (the Machinima director) hyped it up. Even Gus hyped it up. Any of this can mean anything. So as we enter the shortest episode so far (only 7 minutes… I guess Joe couldn’t make the episodes longer unless he’s holding them back for later), what has all the talk been leading up to? Well… I can say it was like nothing I’ve seen before!

Overview

So good news, Tucker and Sister are alive! Yay… yeah I knew that was coming. There is no way that they’d kill a long-time character and a fan favorite character they finally made a main like that. Also it looks like the blast sobered them up. So there’s your lesson kids: if you are drunk off your ass, being blasted by God is how you sober back up! Atlus tries to kill them a couple more times before finally realizing that ‘his’ protection is making that impossible. Also we find out that Kalirama is his sister, which explains her being the Queen of the Cosmic Powers. So goign into some speculating, Kalirama mentioned being the Daughter of Time. My guess has been that the villain is Chronos, the Personification of Time. It can also refer to Cronus, the King of the Titans and father of Zeus. If Joe made Chronos and Cronus the same person who Atlus overthrew and he and Kalirama and his kids trying to keep him locked up… wow and I thought the Church and Grif families were fucked up.

Since Atlus can’t obliterate Tucker and Sister, he goes with the option of ‘let my mindless minions do it’. So he summons up a cyclopes… I am NOT joking. Some may find this too bizarre, but as someone who likes mythical shenanigans I do NOT give a shit! Plus it fits the myth theme since cyclopes’ are part of both Greek and Roman mythology. So the cyclopes obviously isn’t a Halo character, so what did they do? They… put Gus in a costume/a ton of makeup and made him do it. Yes, you read that right. The cyclopes was RvB’s very own Gustavo Sorola. It is also, I believe, RvB’s first implementation of live-action within the show, at least on this level. It’s pretty good! I mean the cyclopes is butt ugly, but I’m pretty sure that was the point… sorry Gus.

So Atlus sicks… Grugh, I think? Screw it, I’m calling him Gus. My blog, my rules. Atlus sicks Gus on the two Blues. They understandably, make a run for it. At least until Sister quips that Tucker could prove how great a fighter she is. Which she meant as sarcasm… but Tucker of course has to decide to be Mr. Macho and face Gus. The result? Both the time gun and the sword get knocked away from him. I should also point out that Gus is about 100X larger than Tucker. So he can easily crush him… yyyyeah… not your best plan Tucker.

Back in the 6th Century (not the 16th like I wrote last week, Past Callie is stupid), Huggins is trying to figure out what to do now that O’Malley has gotten away and both she and Grif are stranded. Grif is currently… I guess looking for mushrooms since he mentions eating them later. Guess since he can’t talk Italian, that’s the only way he can survive, I mean it worked on the moon! Anyways, Huggins contemplates her options. Now because she’s talking fast, it’s hard to make out everything and for whatever reason,t he RT site doesn’t have a subtitle option that I REALLY hope they fix soon. But anyways, Huggins comes u with three potential solutions:

Wait it out and let time move along until she’s back in present day. This is ruled out because it would take far too long. This one is declared a ‘maybe’.

MURDER! Kill Grif and prevent at least one dirty shisno from fucking everything up! This is also ruled out as it goes against Huggins’ code and it’s also forbidden. Oh, but Atlus can obliterate people? I sense abuse of power!

Talk to Grif and convince him to team up so that they can find a way out of the 6th Century. But if she does this, thee penalty is getting tortured int he Underworld for all eternity. But this is the only option that could work, so… ye, she risks it.

Alright, so reasoning! Huggins goes to Grif, who is pretty much refusing to believe anything that is happening. Huggins tries to convince him to help her since otherwise hey’re both gonna die. Grif doesn’t buy any of it, especially when Huggins reveals that the Gods sent her to spy on them. SO he just walks away and Huggins is probably re-considering the murder option now.

Alright, back to the moon! Tucker tries to shoot Gus… and of course fails. Stupid guns! Sister retrieves both the time gun and Tucker’s sword as Tucker himself ducks inside the base. He tries to think of what to do… and sees his old armor set, giving him an idea. Gus reaches in and grabs what looks like Tucker, eating his head. Eww, Gus! That’ll ruin your teeth!  Also is this an Attack on Titans reference? I’m positive that it’s an Attack on Titans reference. But of course it was really the empty armor which Tucker stuffed with grenades. Which go off, distracting Gus and Tucker drives in with the Warthog, driving it straight into hos face. It finally knocks Gus down and Tucker along with him.

So it looks like Tucker wins, right? Haha… yeah… about that. Sister points out that normally when you beat the boss, they come back twice as powerful. You’d think that Tucker, living in a video game, would know this but meh. SO yeah, Gus gets back up and he is not happy. Hey Tucker, tell him that they should go to Vegas! That’ll make him REALLY angry I bet! Tucker runs into the caves and seems safe since Gus’ hand is too big… until Tucker says he needs to do it one finger at a time. And Gus can understand English, so… yeah…

Fortunately before Tucker can get grabbed, Sister channels her inner Xena and attempts to use the sword, jump down form the cliffs, and stab Gus in the head. But Tucker informs her too late that the sword only works for him. SO she gets smacked away and when Tucker exits the cave to help, he gets knocked over to her. Sister points out that cyclopes’ have a fatal weakness, so Tucker goe sin and… attacks Gus’ groin. I… don’t think that’s what she meant Tucker… but it works as Gus finally hits the ground. Well… not the defeat I was expecting, but it was a defeat!

Unfortunately, Atlus decides to sick Gus’ wife on them who is rather peeved that due to this, they can’t do hanky panky and have kids. Having had enough, Tucker and Sister FINALLY do what they should have done before: open a time portal and get the fuck out of there. Where do they end up? Well remember the medieval scene from Episode 1? Well they FINALLY connected it to the main narrative as the two end up on the same tower as medieval Grif and Simmons. And the two get arrested… WELP.

Review

This episode has had a lot of mixed reception so far. I haven’t seen anyone hate it, but many were disappointing. It’s understandable why. After all the hype, it was really just about a dumb joke. A very well shot dumb joke, but a dumb joke. There’s still so little about he plot we know, nothing advanced any further here, the episode was incredibly short, and it’s still unclear what all of this is leading us to. We’re on Episode 7 and no progress has been made. I think so far Joe has the opposite problem he had last year. Last year, he rushed it because he only ha done season. This year he has more than one, but due to it he slowed down. A little too much maybe. This coming off the heels of last week’s O’Malley plot bomb and… yeah I don’t blame people in being disappointed and viewing this as completely pointless.

I didn’t know how to feel during the first viewing… but when watching ti again to write this review, I was laughing so much. I got a LOT more enjoyment out of it. To be fair, I am always like that. I always like stuff on the second watch than the first one since I knwo what’s coming and I can better process it. And watching ti again… I don’t think that this was pointless at ll. There’s no major progression with the plot, and I agree that it’s been long enough. But… I got a lot out of this episode, even form Grif’s brief scene. Not just with plot, but the work on this episode is truly impressive imo.

Before we talk about that, lets do Grif’s scene. It’s only about a minute long and the only machinimated scene. Yeah, 95% of the episode was CGI animated. But Grif’s scene, while brief, was good. I wish we saw a bit mroe follow-up on how he’s doing after O’Malley left him stranded, but him living off mushrooms I can buy. Him also goign into denial over everything I can also buy. So not as much as I was hoping for with him, but good stuff that matches his character.

The scene’s actual importance is mainly setup for what’ll happen later. It also FINALLY gave us some time with Huggins’ since Episode 1. And OMG, I absolutely love her. Her rapid fire dialogue is kind of hard to make out, but her actress did a good job at it. Huggins is cheerful, but serious about her job. She understands the importance of what’s coming, but has to resort to breaking law since she’s in a position where otherwise, everyone is doomed. She’s cute, but also sassy as evident with her response when Grif calls her Tinkerbell (is that gonna be his nickname for her when he warms up to her? I want it to be!) Seriously I am already loving the interactions between Grif and Huggins and I am really excited to see more of it! Now how they’ll get out of the 6th Century IDK, but we’ll just have to wait.

Okay, back to the res tof the episode. As I said, pretty much the entire episode is CGI animated. it’s the first major CGI fight in the season, and it was awesome. Okay it was mostly running, but it was fun to watch. Tucker plowing the Warthog into Gus was freakin’ badass. The voice acting was also on point. I have never laughed harder at Jason Saldana’s performance than I have today and Becca continues to crush it as Sister. Seriously, going all Xena with the ‘alalala!’ war-cry had me dying. An ProZD as Atus… OMG ProZD. He was fantastic in this episode and it added so much to Atlus as a character. Like he is just enjoying the show and is so unimpressed with Tucker and Sister even when they win. His animation where he’s just celebrating watching Gus winning was also so freakin’ fantastic and again, dds to the character. Seriously, I wasn’t sure what to think of Atlus before, but he has already become one of my fav RvB villain ever after this episode alone.

So onto Gus… I have no idea how Joe talked him into this. I mean he’s done worst and IDT anything will be as bad as when he did the Baby Gus RT Short. That short man… anyways! I think Gus did really well! It felt like he was truly interacting with the environment. He didn’t have to do much acting aside form grunting and going around wildly, but it felt like he was playing a monstrous cyclopes. Credit also to Joe and his directing. I don’t knwo what inspired him to do this, but OMG I am so glad he did. I mean it looks weird and it’s ridiculous.., but it’s RvB. It’s always been weird and ridiculous. Plus using live action again sells the effect that the cyclopes is a monster compared to what we’re used to with the machinima. It sold the effect really well. So kudos to Joe and to Gus because shooting this and then editing it in had to be a nightmare.

It’s why I don’t think the episode was at all pointless. I mean we DO have some minor things. We find out that Kalirama is Atlus’ sister, the villain si indeed a locked up time God, get a taste of how powerful the Cosmic Powers forces are, have some characterization for Atlus, setup for Grif and Huggins’ plot, an actual fight scene after so long, and it FINALLY ties in the medieval scene. It’s also huge on a cinematic scale, which is probably why it’s only 7 minutes. I mena Joe and his team had to fully animate the episode, shoot Gus’ scenes where he’s pretty much just interacting with air, combined the footage together, likely do re-shoots if the live action was even slightly off, edit it all together with the machinima, and… yeah. This was likely a huge pain it he ass to do for everyone involved. But I appreciate that they did. Joe is going above and beyond what he has to do. he could just do solely machinima and it would be fine. But he’s trying new things, implementing more CGI, and taking the show to the next level. Is it a hit? That’s for one to decide on their own. I think it worked here, but I don’t think they should regularly implement live action as they did. Special occasions are fine though. But I still appreciate Joe trying things and putting in the effort when he doesn’t have to. He wants to make the show as good as he can, and I can absolutely respect that.

Final Thoughts

Did they hype this one too much? Maybe a little. It was not what I was expecting at all. But I don’t thin that’s a bad thing. Again, I appreciate them going out of their way to do this. Plus the animation, dialogue, and voice acting were really good. Can I understand why people don’t like this episode and are getting weary of the season? Absolutely yes. I do hoe that Joe starts to speed up the plot soon. But I still had a fun time watching the episode, and in the end that’s what matters: having a good time. It was weird and ridiculous and I wouldn’t have it nay other way.

[calliecat93]

RvB16 Episode 7 Review: It Just Winked At Me

Last time on Red vs Blue: O’Malley came back bitches. That’s it. That's all you need to know. No need to go into how Grif is all alone with only a talking lens flare and all the potential angst that writers can dig up from that. Or that Atlus is a dork who obliterated Tucker and Sister into subatomic particles. None of that’s important at all. Only O’Malley matters.

Alright, so this episode has been hyped for awhile. Joe hyped it up. Kyle Taylor (the Machinima director) hyped it up. Even Gus hyped it up. Any of this can mean anything. So as we enter the shortest episode so far (only 7 minutes... I guess Joe couldn't make the episodes longer unless he’s holding them back for later), what has all the talk been leading up to? Well... I can say it was like nothing I’ve seen before!

Overview

So good news, Tucker and Sister are alive! Yay... yeah I knew that was coming. There is no way that they’d kill a long-time character and a fan favorite character they finally made a main like that. Also it looks like the blast sobered them up. So there’s your lesson kids: if you are drunk off your ass, being blasted by God is how you sober back up! Atlus tries to kill them a couple more times before finally realizing that ‘his’ protection is making that impossible. Also we find out that Kalirama is his sister, which explains her being the Queen of the Cosmic Powers. So... I made a post a few days ago about Kalirama’s titles and she mentioned being the Daughter of Time. My guess has been that the villain is Chronos, the Personification of Time. It can also refer to Cronus, the King of the Titans and father of Zeus. If Joe made Chronos and Cronus the same person who Atlus overthrew and he and Kalirama and his kids trying to keep him locked up... wow and I thought the Church and Grif families were fucked up.

Since Atlus can’t obliterate Tucker and Sister, he goes with the option of ‘let my mindless minions do it’. So he summons up a cyclopes... I am NOT joking. Some may find this too bizarre, but as someone who likes mythical shenanigans I do NOT give a shit! Plus it fits the myth theme since cyclopes’ are part of both Greek and Roman mythology. So the cyclopes obviously isn’t a Halo character, so what did they do? They... put Gus in a costume/a ton of makeup and made him do it. Yes, you read that right. The cyclopes was RvB’s very own Gustavo Sorola. It is also, I believe, RvB’s first implementation of live-action within the show, at least on this level. It’s pretty good! I mean the cyclopes is butt ugly, but I’m pretty sure that was the point... sorry Gus.

So Atlus sicks... Grugh, I think? Screw it, I’m calling him Gus. My blog, my rules. Atlus sicks Gus on the two Blues. They understandably, make a run for it. At least until Sister quips that Tucker could prove how great a fighter she is. Which she meant as sarcasm... but Tucker, of course, has to decide to be Mr. Macho and face Gus. The result? Both the time gun and the sword get knocked away from him. I should also point out that Gus is about 100X larger than Tucker. So he can easily crush him... yyyyeah... not your best plan Tucker.

Back in the 6th Century (not the 16th like I wrote last week, Past Callie is stupid), Huggins is trying to figure out what to do now that O’Malley has gotten away and both she and Grif are stranded. Grif is currently... I guess looking for mushrooms since he mentions eating them later. Guess since he can't talk Italian, that’s the only way he can survive, I mean it worked on the moon! Anyways, Huggins contemplates her options. Now because she’s talking fast, it’s hard to make out everything and for whatever reason,t he RT site doesn't have a subtitle option that I REALLY hope they fix soon. But anyways, Huggins comes u with three potential solutions:

Wait it out and let time move along until she’s back in present day. This is ruled out because the Reds and Blues will still be time traveling, evil time God goes free, and the universe dies. This one is declared a ‘maybe’.

MURDER! Kill Grif and prevent at least one dirty shisno from fucking everything up! This is also ruled out as it goes against Huggins’ code and it’s also forbidden. Oh, but Atlus can obliterate people? I sense abuse of power!

Talk to Grif and convince him to team up so that they can find a way out of the 6th Century. But if she does this, thee penalty is getting tortured int he Underworld for all eternity. But this is the only option that could work, so... ye, she risks it.

Alright, so reasoning! Huggins goes to Grif, who is pretty much refusing to believe anything that is happening. Huggins tries to convince him to help her since otherwise they're both gonna die. Grif doesn't buy any of it, especially when Huggins reveals that the Gods sent her to spy on them. SO he just walks away and Huggins is probably re-considering the murder option now.

Alright, back to the moon! Tucker tries to shoot Gus... and of course, fails. Stupid guns! Sister retrieves both the time gun and Tucker’s sword as Tucker himself ducks inside the base. He tries to think of what to do... and sees his old armor set, giving him an idea. Gus reaches in and grabs what looks like Tucker, eating his head. Eww, Gus! That’ll ruin your teeth!  Also is this an Attack on Titans reference? I’m positive that it’s an Attack on Titans reference. But of course, it was really the empty armor which Tucker stuffed with grenades. Which go off, distracting Gus and Tucker drives in with the Warthog, driving it straight into his face. It finally knocks Gus down and Tucker along with him.

So it looks like Tucker wins, right? Haha... yeah... about that. Sister points out that normally when you beat the boss, they come back twice as powerful. You’d think that Tucker, living in a video game, would know this but meh. SO yeah, Gus gets back up and he is not happy. Hey Tucker, tell him that they should go to Vegas! That’ll make him REALLY angry I bet! Tucker runs into the caves and seems safe since Gus’ hand is too big... until Tucker says he needs to do it one finger at a time. And Gus can understand English, so... yeah...

Fortunately, before Tucker can get grabbed, Sister channels her inner Xena and attempts to use the sword, jump down from the cliffs, and stab Gus in the head. But Tucker informs her too late that the sword only works for him. SO she gets smacked away and when Tucker exits the cave to help, he gets knocked over to her. Sister points out that cyclopes’ have a fatal weakness, so Tucker goe sin and... attacks Gus’ groin. I... don’t think that’s what she meant Tucker... but it works as Gus finally hits the ground. Well... not the defeat I was expecting, but it was a defeat! 

Unfortunately, Atlus decides to sick Gus’ wife on them who is rather peeved that due to this, they can't do hanky panky and have kids. Having had enough, Tucker and Sister FINALLY do what they should have done before: open a time portal and get the fuck out of there. Where do they end up? Remember the medieval scene from Episode 1? Well, they FINALLY connected it to the main narrative as the two end up on the same tower as medieval Grif and Simmons. And the two get arrested... WELP.

Review

This episode has had a lot of mixed reception so far. I haven’t seen anyone hate it, but many were disappointing. It’s understandable why. After all the hype, it was really just about a dumb joke. A very well shot dumb joke, but a dumb joke. There’s still so little about the plot we know, nothing advanced any further here, the episode was incredibly short, and it’s still unclear what all of this is leading us to. We’re on Episode 7 and no progress has been made. I think so far Joe has the opposite problem he had last year. Last year, he rushed it because he only has done season. This year he has more than one, but due to it he slowed down. A little too much maybe. This coming off the heels of last week’s O’Malley plot bomb and... yeah I don’t blame people in being disappointed and viewing this as completely pointless.

I didn’t know how to feel during the first viewing... but when watching ti again to write this review, I was laughing so much. I got a LOT more enjoyment out of it. To be fair, I am always like that. I always like stuff on the second watch than the first one since I know what’s coming and I can better process it. And watching ti again... I don’t think that this was pointless at ll. There’s no major progression with the plot, and I agree that it’s been long enough. But... I got a lot out of this episode, even form Grif’s brief scene. Not just with the plot, but the work on this episode is truly impressive imo.

Before we talk about that, let's do Grif’s scene. It’s only about a minute long and the only machinimated scene. Yeah, 95% of the episode was CGI animated. But Grif’s scene, while brief, was good. I wish we saw a bit more follow-up on how he’s doing after O’Malley left him stranded, but him living off mushrooms I can buy. Him also going into denial over everything I can also buy. So not as much as I was hoping for with him, but good stuff that matches his character.

The scene’s actual importance is mainly setup for what’ll happen later. It also FINALLY gave us some time with Huggins’ since Episode 1. And OMG, I absolutely love her. Her rapid-fire dialogue is kind of hard to make out, but her actress did a good job at it. Huggins is cheerful, but serious about her job. She understands the importance of what’s coming but has to resort to breaking law since she’s in a position where otherwise, everyone is doomed. She’s cute, but also sassy as evident with her response when Grif calls her Tinkerbell (is that gonna be his nickname for her when he warms up to her? I want it to be!) Seriously I am already loving the interactions between Grif and Huggins and I am really excited to see more of it! Now how they’ll get out of the 6th Century IDK, but we’ll just have to wait.

Okay, back to the res tof the episode. As I said, pretty much the entire episode is CGI animated. it’s the first major CGI fight in the season, and it was awesome. Okay it was mostly running, but it was fun to watch. Tucker plowing the Warthog into Gus was freakin’ badass. The voice acting was also on point. I have never laughed harder at Jason Saldana’s performance than I have today and Becca continues to crush it as Sister. Seriously, going all Xena with the ‘alalala!’ war-cry had me dying. An ProZD as Atus... OMG ProZD. He was fantastic in this episode and it added so much to Atlus as a character. Like he is just enjoying the show and is so unimpressed with Tucker and Sister even when they win. His animation where he’s just celebrating watching Gus winning was also so freakin’ fantastic and again, dds to the character. Seriously, I wasn’t sure what to think of Atlus before, but he has already become one of my fav RvB villain ever after this episode alone.

So onto Gus... I have no idea how Joe talked him into this. I mean he’s done worst and IDT anything will be as bad as when he did the Baby Gus RT Short. That short man... anyways! I think Gus did really well! It felt like he was truly interacting with the environment. He didn’t have to do much acting aside form grunting and going around wildly, but it felt like he was playing a monstrous cyclops. Credit also to Joe and his directing. I don’t know what inspired him to do this, but OMG I am so glad he did. I mean it looks weird and it’s ridiculous.., but it’s RvB. It’s always been weird and ridiculous. Plus using live action again sells the effect that the cyclops is a monster compared to what we’re used to with the machinima. It sold the effect really well. So kudos to Joe and to Gus because shooting this and then editing it in had to be a nightmare. 

It’s why I don’t think the episode was at all pointless. I mean we DO have some minor things. We find out that Kalirama is Atlus’ sister, the villain is indeed a locked up time God, get a taste of how powerful the Cosmic Powers forces are, have some characterization for Atlus, setup for Grif and Huggins’ plot, an actual fight scene after so long, and it FINALLY ties in the medieval scene. It’s also huge on a cinematic scale, which is probably why it’s only 7 minutes. I mean Joe and his team had to fully animate the episode, shoot Gus’ scenes where he’s pretty much just interacting with air, combined the footage together, likely do re-shoots if the live action was even slightly off, edit it all together with the machinima, and... yeah. This was likely a huge pain in the ass to do for everyone involved. But I appreciate that they did. Joe is going above and beyond what he has to do. he could just do solely machinima and it would be fine. But he’s trying new things, implementing more CGI, and taking the show to the next level. Is it a hit? That's for one to decide on their own. I think it worked here, but I don’t think they should regularly implement live action as they did. Special occasions are fine though. But I still appreciate Joe trying things and putting in the effort when he doesn't have to. He wants to make the show as good as he can, and I can absolutely respect that.

Final Thoughts

Did they hype this one too much? Maybe a little. It was not what I was expecting at all. But I don’t think that’s a bad thing. Again, I appreciate them going out of their way to do this. Plus the animation, dialogue, and voice acting were really good. Can I understand why people don’t like this episode and are getting weary of the season? Absolutely yes. I do hope that Joe starts to speed up the plot soon. But I still had a fun time watching the episode, and in the end, that’s what matters: having a good time. It was weird and ridiculous and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

[wanna-one-imagine]

Wanna-One Ong Seongwoo Boyfriend Scenario!

Another boyfriend scenario, set in a school AU. Enjoy! (You + Ong)

Let’s just say we’re in a school/college setting

Ong is the class clown (he wouldn’t tolerate it any other way)

Loves making jokes and making people laugh

Gets jealous when others are funny (lmao his words not mine !)

If even one person doesn’t laugh, he is unsatisfied

And that one person was consistently you

You honestly didn’t get why he was so obsessed with being funny, especially since you didn’t get his jokes

And to you, he seemed needlessly arrogant

You just didn’t like him. It wasn’t that big of a deal

But whatever, it wasn’t really that big of a problem because it’s not like you were never alone or too close with him

weLP GUESS WHAT

One day the professor said that there was going to be a group assignment, in groups of three

You were waiting for your name to be called, not really paying any attention

As long as you weren’t with Ong, it wouldn’t be a problem, you would hard carry either way

So when the professor called out “Ong Seongwoo”, your attention snapped to ready

pleasenotmepleasenotmepleasenotmepleasepleasepleaseplease

“Kang Daniel,” the teacher called, the two besties slapping high fives with one another

okay okay Y/N you’re good likelihood is very low you’ll be fi–

And “(Y/N)”.

INTERNAL SCREAMING

“nonononONONO” you whisper-screamed, slamming your head on your desk

“(Y/N) is there a problem?” your professor asked

“.. . no.. . .” you meekly replied with your face still on the table, the human equivalent of T_T (oh y/n you krazy kat)

You sulked for the rest of class, and when the bell rang, you picked up your stuff and walked out as fast as possible, trying to delay this (inevitable) meeting with ong for just a little longer at least

You were hurrying through the halls, before you felt a hand grab the clasp on top of your backpack, effectively stopping you from running

“Bro! I got her!” shouted the deep voice of Kang Daniel

Well, shit.

“Jesus christ (Y/N), you should enlist in the olympics for speed walking, we barely caught up to you!” Ong attempted at a joke, making Daniel double down in laughter, and making you blankly stare at Ong’s face

“I wasn’t walking that fast, and that really wasn’t that fun–” you angrily breathed out, before Ong interrupted

“HEY we should all go sit down in the library and discuss our plan for the assignment! Like riGHT NOW!!!!1!!1!11!!” he excitedly commanded, wrapping each of his arms around you and Daniel, dragging you to the library

You three plopped down at a table together, and Ong started spurting ideas for the project, pretty much assuming the leadership position (Daniel nodded along to everything he said and it seems like you didn’t have much of a choice but to go along with it)

You started to zone out, unintentionally staring at Ong’s face as he continued with the ideas: it was the first time he had been serious for so long, and you noticed for the first time that he was an attrACTIVE MAN

But alas, you were unable to snap out of your trance before Ong did it for you, snapping in front of your face and asking you if he was “really that beautiful”, making Daniel crack up

You immediately reverted back to your normal impression of him, scoffing and rolling your eyes

You didn’t say anything, because you thought you would rather say nothing than blow up and insult him or say something mean

You stared at the table now as he continued talking... maybe if you were paying attention or looking at him, you would have noticed that he wasn’t as animated and lively, and instead kind of... sad

After your meeting was over, you left quickly, for real this time, before either of your two partners could get your phone number or contact information

“Why is she so cold... (y/n) didn’t say a word the entire time, she’s making the atmosphere all tensed up now,” Ong sighed to Daniel

“I don’t know, you can’t win over everyone, Ong”, Daniel said, attempting to cheer up his best friend, patting his back

“We don’t even have a way of contacting her, and there won’t be a class with her for another two days, the project is due next week, so how are we supposed to finish this anyway? She should understand that this is her grades too, even if she doesn’t like me,” Ong sulked

“We’ll figure out a way. Don’t worry”

Hours passed, but Seongwoo couldn’t manage to stop thinking about you

He knew that you were normal and happy around other people and your friends, but he had no idea what he had done to irritate you so much for you to treat him like this

Throughout the rest of the day, he tried searching for your phone number by finding your friends and asking them

Partially to contact you about the project, but also because he was worried that you really didn’t like him and he wanted to talk to you and fix that/find out why

Eventually he found a friend of yours who gave him your phone number, and he immediately texted you

From Ong: Hey Y/N, this is Ong, when will you be ready to meet up again to continue on the assignment?

He paced around while staring at his phone, impatiently waiting for a response

He stopped and dropped to a chair when he saw the two checkmarks next to his message, indicating that you had seen the text

He waited for a response,

and waited,

and got nothing.

Angered, he found Daniel and asked him to text you with his own phone

From Daniel: Hey Y/N, Daniel here, when will you be ready to meet again for the project?

Ong peered over Daniel’s shoulder, and gasped when he saw your almost immediate response

From you: Tomorrow afternoon is fine. We can meet in the library

Ong was furious and confused that you had ignored him so blatantly, whining to Daniel and shaking his shoulders, asking what had he ever done so wrong

The next day, Ong arrived in the library, ready to give you death glares until you cracked and revealed the reason for why you hated him so much

He sat at the same table, waiting for you and Daniel, when suddenly he got a text

From Daniel: Sorry bro my dance practice got delayed and I’ll have to meet you there later, good luck with y/n lmaoo

Ong sat back and ran his hand through his hair

Great. Now I have to deal with Y/N on her own... who knows if she’ll even talk to me

You soon arrived, and narrowed your eyes when you only saw Ong at the table where you were meeting up

You sat across from him silently, the both of you literally just staring at each other wtf

Finally Ong broke the silence

“Daniel can’t be here for another hour, so let’s get started, okay?”

You continued staring at him, but automatically nodded in response

Progress, Ong thought, rolling his eyes as he picked up his laptop, out of your field of vision

He started showing you on his computer what he had worked on the previous night

After a couple minutes of talking, he looked at you, finally realizing that you were stretching your neck across the table to see his laptop

“Oh god, sorry, I didn’t know you couldn’t see clearly,” he said, moving around the table to sit in the chair next to you

“You should have said something,” he mumbled, not thinking you would hear, causing you to speak for the first time

“Well, you know what I think? I think some of these ideas are horrible and would earn us very low marks on this assignment, Ong”, you said through your teeth, enunciating his nickname to a point of mockery

Stay calm, at least she’s talking now, be the bigger person, Ong instructed himself

“Oh, well that’s why we’re doing this as a group! So that we can contribute together and bounce ideas off of one another”, Ong said in a tone that was overly positive, earning a magnificent side-eye from you

You shook your head and started giving out proposals of your own, some of which were completely opposite and contrasting to what Ong had suggested, both of you knowing that what you were saying made absolutely no sense

Ong immediately lost all maturity and desire to be the “bigger person”, thinking Oh, so she wants to play this game, ok tRY ME!!!!

“Weeeeell (Y/N), I happen to think that these are horrible ideas that frankly would probably earn us bad marks on the assignment, eh??” smirked Ong, sticking out his tongue at you

And that’s pretty much what happened for an entire hour: both of you giving out your own ideas, purposely making them contrast one another, getting absolutely nothing done

Cue Daniel walking in to the room: “Hey guys what have you accomplished so far, catch me up!”

You and Ong met eyes... and burst into laughter, to the confusion of Daniel

Ong stuck his tongue out at Daniel, you instinctively doing the same, the both of you giggling like little kids

Ever since that moment, the both of you got closer, and your opinion of him slowly started to change

You realized that he was actually pretty funny, once you got over that arrogant impression that you had of him; you didn’t really understand his type of confident humor before but now you were getting used to it

You would still argue and bicker over the course of the project, but grew to appreciate each other’s ideas and... presence

You all gave a successful presentation, but even once the project was over the three of you continued to hang out together

One time you and Ong played that hand game called “tennis”, where you both hold hands and smack the other person’s hand until one of you can’t take it anymore

Ended in tears streaming down your face and a lot of laughing as the both of you desperately tried to hold in your pain for the sake of winning

Lots of fights that turned more and more playful over time, both of you very competitive with one another lmao

When Daniel wasn’t there to laugh at your bickering, the atmosphere between the two of you turned significantly more calm, almost shy even

Definitely not as much fighting, there was way more subtle glancing at one another when the other wasn’t looking

Lots of “umm”s and silences that were sometimes awkward 

oh you GUYSSS...

Ong started to feel more comfortable joking around when it was just you, and when he heard your laugh and saw your smile, it made him indescribably happy, to a point where he got shy and blushy

He felt satisfied just seeing you happy because of him

Like getting your approval was something he wanted so badly, but now that he had it he never wanted to stop making you smile, making you happy

oooooooh someone’s got a cute little crushy wushy

And you couldn’t say you didn’t feel a similar way with him

For a long time, you had never laughed so hard, or been so happy

And now that you did, you felt like something had been filled in you that had never been before

ANYWAY these were feelings that both of you pretty much refused to acknowledge!!! good golly

One day you three were hanging out together in Ong and Daniel’s dorm room, and you and Ong were in the midst of an intense insult battle

“You always had bad ideas during our project!!”

“UH Y/N I could say the same about you”

“Well at least my only talent isn’t folding my goddamn ears”

“At least I have a talent”

“Well I feel sorry that you have that face”

“Well you have a weird laugh anyway so it doesn’t matter if others laugh at you, when you laugh you’re really just insulting yourself”

“Well that’s all your fault because you’re the one that makes me laugh in the first place, so essentially you should take the blame”

“Well that sucks for you because I’m going to keep making you laugh as long as I keep liking you”

“Well– wait, what?”

sldkfjsdlkfj SEONGWOO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, Ong thought, eyes widening as he realized what he had just said 

Suddenly the both of you heard an awkward cough behind you. Daniel.

“Uh yeah, so this just got weird I’m leaving bye”, he mumbled out, awkwardly running out and slamming the door behind him

You and Ong just stood there, alternating between sneaking looks at the other and staring at the floor

Ong scratched the back of his neck, catching you looking, and confessed, “well I guess I can’t really take that back, can I”

You looked at him and quietly responded, “no, don’t take it back”

“What?”

You felt your cheeks heating up, averting your eyes

“I mean... I’d like it... if you kept making me laugh”

Ong, having gained a sudden surge of confidence thanks to your confession, started teasing you

“HAHA Y/N you like it when I make you laugh?? More like you just plain old like me!!!”

....

“Did you forget that you’re the one who wants to keep making me laugh because you actually do like me?? HAHA yourself Ong”

Yeah so that confession turned into more fighting LOL

Anyway that was the start of that relationship

The playfulness never stops with you two

But more serious times happened with you both, including you apologizing for being mean to him at first/not understanding him, which he totally got

Brought the two of you even closer

Ong loved the sound of your laugh and treasured it

Thanks to that your tummy was always in pain from his joking

Basically when you were together, there was just a lot of laughing

Sometimes Daniel became your mutual target, as both of you joined forces to torture him LMAO

Just a really happy, free-spirited relationship

:)))))

A/N: This ended up much longer than I had anticipated... probably due to the large amount of dialogue lmao. Sorry about that, got carried away LOL

Getting to the rest of your requests! Bit busy right now but I try to update at least once per day :)

and also...

zoo wee mama, thanks for 300 followers!

[lernaean-regrets]

That one time Cato stole a chicken

As a full grown man who was a mere 5’8 in height people tended looked down on Cato both figuratively and literally.

It was a pretty good blessing overall. Nobody suspects that short guy to be an incredibly dangerous assassin whose been to the very best training school in the world and was personally tutored by the devil himself.

But at times like these it was a real disadvantage. He jumped up and down across the crowd to get a glimpse of the attraction, like some kind of strange, blue, reptilian jack rabbit.

The Vytal festival was in full swing now. Kiosks, stalls, barbecues, jugglers, you name it, this festival had it. Of course the main attraction was the huge battle tournament held near its conclusion but there was plenty of stuff to check out before hand. Luckily Vale attracted a ton of people this time of year so he was free to roam around however he pleased.

Finally gaining a spot in the front he observed the attraction. It was some type of science experiment. Students from Atlas from the looks of their pale uniform.

“Come around!” One tall male student spoke out. “Watch the newest innovation in defense!” They went on explain their project.

They talked about how they were infusing dust into animals. Giving them unique abilities and sending them out against the Grimm. “Monster Vs Monster!” they shouted jovially.

This…was disgusting. Nothing less then live inhuman experimentation. It left a bad taste in Cato’s mouth.

And then he heard the noise, he didn’t know how he didn’t smell them before but their loud clucking gave them away.

Right next to him was pen with four plump chickens. Each one had strange tattoo’s over their wings and bodies.

“Clear the way and we shall show you the fruits of our research!” and they took two of the large avians out of their designated zone.

Almost immediately as they set them down the two took off at mach speeds at each other. The battle was…surprisingly intense for a bunch of birds fighting. Fire and lighting cackled around them as they fought. It was quite a show and many members of the audience cheered as they landed blows against each other.

That being said he couldn’t really focus on it because….one of the hens was staring at him with pleading eyes.

He wasn’t sure which distressed him more; the hen looking at the faunus to save her or the fact that Cato somehow recognized that the hen had a pleading expression….

What was the bird expecting him to do? Make a big distraction, destroy the stand and run off with the chicken?

Because that’s EXACTLY what Cato did. “Oh my god is that a Creature of Grimm??” he shouted as loud as possible across the crowd.

The effect had even stronger reaction then anticipated. Probably due the recent attack on Vale the bystanders completely freaked out. Not knowing where the threat was they ran into random directions and collided with each other in a frantic act of trying to escape from the non-existent threat.

Not waiting for them to calm down he “accidentally” smashed a couple of vials of dust. Now admittedly Cato had very limited understanding of Dust. Even back when he was a student he barely passed Dust Chemistry and thats by doing a metric ton of make up work.

So he was bit nervous when nothing for a good few seconds but those feeling were quickly purged along with entire stand with raging out of control flames.

Not wasting any time to observe the madness he caused the blue haired man dived down to the pen and grasped the hen.

With no destination in mind he just ran in some random direction. Amazing. Cato thought. In just under ten minutes he had incited a massive panic, committed arson and even kidnapped an animal.

His legs took him as far as he could go and that was pretty damn far. At long last the bird and viper found themselves at the agricultural district of Vale.

This was perfect. Nobody would bat their eye to see a chicken or two wondering around here. Gently he bent down placing the hen on the ground where it belong. “Welp, this looks like the end of the line my feathery friend. You should be fine around here. Take care, dont get any to fights!” giving a smirk and wink he bid his goodbyes and took off in the direction of the industrial district.  

Such a shame. Tucking his hands into his pockets he lamented the day that could of been. There was still so much to do, see and eat but now he would have to lay low for a….

Halting his thought process Cato came to a full stop. With a small turn of his head peered behind. There stood the same hen. She had been following him the entire time.

“…Shoo. Begone. Get out of here.” the faunus urged but the hen remained firmly in place. And so for the next 20 minutes or so Cato the incredibly dangerous assassin of Hydra, someone who was considered to be a top member of the White Fang, a man who was wanted in all four kingdoms for one reason or another tried in vain to lose the oversized bird.

He tried outrunning it, he tried scaling a building and going roof by roof, he tried submerging himself in water and waiting for the damn hell bird to give up. But no matter what he did the bird was ever-present and his only success was making himself wet and tired.

“What do you WANT?” a very tired and confused Cato shouted at the chicken.

No answer was given.

“You want money? Food? DO YOU WANT TO STAY WITH ME OR SOMETHING?”

A chirp. For the first time the hen spoke.

“….huh?” he was even more confused then before. How would that even work? He had never owned a pet before in his entire life. But the former experiential subject trotted just a little bit closer to him. Its wood colored eyes showed great defiance.

“Fine…” with a sigh he accepted his fate and in response a happy sounding squawk rang out from the grounded bird.

With a wry smile that accepted his fate Cato picked up the hen which would now be under his care. .

“I guess ill need a name then, how about Nugget?” surprisingly the bird didn’t voice any objections. With a large satisfied smile Cato rejoiced in his small victory.

“Alright Nugget, lets show you my apartment” and with his new roommate in hand the uncanny bush viper returned to Vale.