#WHY ARE MY MUSES LIKE THIS EVERYONE'S JUST SAYING SMASH--

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

Endings and Beginnings - Rooster

Pairing: Rooster / Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Pregnancy, Second Person POV ("You"), No Physical Description about Reader

This work, all of my other works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only.

Summary: It's Maverick's retirement party but Rooster's far more concerned about you, his pregnant wife, than anything else.

A.N. Rooster is retired in this story and it's set a few years after TGM.

Edit: Part 2 is now out!

Master List

Maverick was officially retiring from the Navy. Or finally, depending on who you asked. The Hard Deck had been cleared out for the party and several generations of naval aviators, active and retired, and their families were spread out around the space. Drinks were poured continuously, there was pizza and snacks and even a cake with a Tomcat on it for later.

“Are you sure that you’re okay to be here?” Rooster asked you softly, grabbing your hand.

“I’m fine,” you assured your husband. “Just pregnant.”

“Very pregnant,” Hangman added, causing Rooster to glare over at him. Phoenix whacked Hangman on the arm your behalf, causing the blond to huff and complain. “What? It’s true!”

“I’m fine,” you repeated, squeezing Rooster’s hand. “I’ll sit down if I need to and there’s plenty of water and snacks that I can eat.” You released his hand and nudged him in the direction of Maverick, who was chatting with a few pilots his own age. “Go, mingle. Shoo. It’s a party. Party.”

“Only if you promise to let me know if you need to go home or to the hospital or—”

“—Rooster, I’m fine. The baby isn’t coming for another two weeks. Now, go. I think Mav’s been trying to subtly introduce you for an hour now.”

“Keep an eye on her for me,” Rooster told the others before heading over to Maverick.

The newly retired pilot was all smiles as he chatted with his old friends. But as soon as Maverick spotted Rooster walking over, he quickly moved to pull him over to the older crowd of pilots.

“She finally kicked you over here?” Maverick asked, referring to you.

“Apparently, I’m hovering too much,” Rooster joked with Mav.

“Well, it’s a perfect time to reintroduce yourself to everyone.”

Maverick gestured around the half-circle of former naval aviators. Slider, Hollywood, Wolfman, Chipper, Sundown, Merlin, and Viper all nodded to Rooster and Rooster shook their corresponding hands. It had been a long time since he saw any of them, what with the whole paper incident, but Slider still dragged him in for a noogie like he was eight-years-old.

“So, you were Maverick’s RIO in that whole business?” Merlin asked, referring to the mission.

Even though the mission was still highly classified three years later, the fact that Maverick and Rooster had barely made it out alive wasn’t. Well, that and word got around when an old smashed up Tomcat was unloaded off of a carrier.

“How was that?” Merlin continued.

“Most terrifying experience of my life,” Rooster responded, half-joking, half-serious.

“I understand completely,” Merlin mused, causing Maverick to smile and shake his head.

“That’s not why you turned in your wings, is it though?” Viper asked with a knowing expression.

“No, no,” Rooster replied immediately. “When I got married and my wife and I started to plan for having our family, I decided that I wanted to be there for every step. And I didn’t want her to worry about me coming home at the end of the day. So, I finished up my service requirements and retired.”

And, well, for a kid who lost his father to the Navy, Rooster’s reasoning didn’t raise a single eyebrow. Every naval aviator knew the risks involved in their line of work and while technological advancements helped decrease training accidents and fatalities, they were still always a possibility.

He wouldn’t—couldn’t—let his child learn about him from pictures, like he had to with his own father.

“And Maverick says that you’re switching to commercial?” Wolfman spoke up.

“Yeah, I have one more test to take and then I’m ready to fly, but I probably won’t start until we’re settled with our baby,” Rooster explained, nodding along.

“Your first one?” Viper guessed with an all-knowing smile.

“How could you tell?” Rooster inquired, earning a chuckle from the other fathers in the group.

 “You got that look in your eye.”

“Not too different from the rookies at flight school,” Hollywood added with an amused smile.

“It’ll pass eventually, but the first one always gets you jittery,”  

“Being a father is like learning how to fly—utterly terrifying at first, and there’s definitely a learning curve to it, but once you’re up there and you’ve leveled out, you won’t even remember what it was like before you learned in the first place.”

“I keep telling him to relax. He’ll be a natural,” Maverick spoke up, squeezing Rooster’s shoulder.

Rooster glanced through the crowd to check on you and found you sitting at one of the tables with your feet propped up on the opposite chair. You looked calm, but uncomfortable—though you’d told him that ‘nearly nine months pregnant’ and ‘comfortable’ did not go together no matter the situation.

“But speaking of, I should probably go check on my wife,” Rooster replied, his nerves and ‘Mother Hen’ tendencies, as Hangman called them, shining through.

“Of course.”

“Don’t let us keep you.”

“It was an honor to meet all of you again,” Rooster offered in goodbye, before checking on you.

The retired naval aviators watched him go and then turned to Maverick.

“God, he looks just like Goose,” Slider replied quietly.

“And with the mustache and the Hawaiian shirt too,” Wolfman agreed, sharing looks with the other retired naval aviators.

“Yeah, he does,” Maverick stated softly, watching Rooster weave through the party. “Just wait until you see him at a piano.”

Rooster slid through the crowd over to the back tables. You were still sitting with your feet propped up, a full glass of water in front of you, and your usual easygoing smile on your lips. Bob, Phoenix, and Hangman were keeping you company and spread out around you.

“You alright?” Rooster asked, walking to your side.

“I’m fine. Just wanted to sit down for a little bit. Baby Bradshaw seems a little excited about the party,” you stated, your hands resting over the swell of your bump. Rooster placed a hand under yours, where Baby Bradshaw tended to kick for the last few days. “How’s Mav doing?”

“I think he’s enjoying himself a lot. He hasn’t seen his old TOP GUN buddies in a while, so it’s nice for them to all come out to see him.”

“Well, Penny can be very convincing when she wants to be,” you mused with a smile.

Wordlessly you moved Rooster’s hand to the side, where the baby was pressing on you. Though you were growing tired of being pregnant, you didn’t think that you’d ever get tired of the way that Rooster just flipped a happy switch whenever he felt your baby.

“What are you all doing over here?” Rooster asked, turning back to the others.

“Actually, we’ve got a poll going about the baby,” Bob explained to Rooster.

“What are the votes?”

“I think it’s a girl,” Phoenix declared confidently.

“Which means that it’s a boy,” Hangman stated, just as confident.

“You only said that after you found out that Rooster and I think it’s a girl,” Phoenix retorted, causing Hangman to shrug his shoulders.

"So what?”

“I think that it’s a boy too,” you offered up. “The way that I’m carrying says that it’s a boy.”

“It’s not an exact science,” Rooster pointed out.

“No but call it mother’s intuition.”

“I guess I can’t argue with that.”

“God, you’re so whipped,” Hangman grunted, earning an elbow to the side from Phoenix.

Rooster and you ended up leaving the party among the first wave of people—mostly elderly and people with small children. But not before you received a whole bunch of random baby gifts from all of the people who missed your shower a month earlier.

“Do you want a hot bath when we get home?” Rooster offered, glancing over at you as he drove home.

“Maybe,” you sighed, shifting in your seat.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Just uncomfortable. Nothing either of us can do for that.”

“You want more of that tea that Penny got you then?”

“Yeah, maybe that’ll help,” you murmured, leaning back in your seat. Your hands rubbed up and down your bump, trying to soothe yourself. “I think that Baby Bradshaw just got a little overexcited about meeting everyone all at once. But maybe some tea and a bath will help.”

“Coming right up,” Rooster assured you.

You pulled into the driveway and Rooster walked around to help you out. Usually, yo would just push his hand away and insist that you were more than capable of getting yourself out of the car, but this time you happily accepted his help.

“Are you sure that you’re alright?” Rooster asked worriedly.

“I’m fine,” you replied, pecking his cheek. “Just slow.”

Rooster walked with you to the front door, keeping a protective arm around your waist. You walked into the kitchen and Rooster instantly moved to heat up some hot water for your tea. You leaned on the countertop, just looking completely uncomfortable with your existence.

“I’ll grab the bags out of the car and then I’ll start your bath,” Rooster promised, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you.”

Rooster jogged down to the car and gathered whatever bags were sitting in the trunk. He left the go bag in the car, just in case, before heading back into the house. He wasn’t even completely through the door when he spotted you waddling towards the stairs.

“I’ll run your bath, babe, just sit and relax.”

“I’m not going to take a bath,” you called back, moving up the stairs slowly.

“You need help?”

“No, I just need to change.”

“Oh, okay,” Rooster replied, setting down the bags.

“Also, don’t walk through the kitchen yet,” you warned him, grunting a bit as you walked.

“Why?” Rooster asked, moving to stand at the bottom of the stairs.

“There’s amniotic fluid all over the floor and I haven’t gotten a chance to clean it up yet.”

“Amniotic . . .” Rooster trailed off before the realization hit him like 10 G’s all at once. “Babe!?”

Part 2

[howlingday]

Okay, how about another funny/sad one-shot? (Blame VOL. 9 for my muse swings)

One where Jaune’s semblance isn’t about healing/amping people with aura, but that he can only numb and take away their pain?

Of course it starts off all silly with Nora “pimping” Jaune out as a walking Icy-Hot Patch and raking in cash, but then things slowly get serious.

Students haggling/bribing Jaune for a quick & easy fix to deal with their depression, despite how uncomfortable it makes him. Professional hunters looking for Jaune after their missions go wrong because he can keep their friends stabilized.

And worst of all...the children’s hospitals.

Because Jaune KNOWS why the staff – why so many parents – NEED him there…

And so he does.

Because children, especially DYING children, shouldn’t have to suffer if Jaune can help it…

And when things get too hard, too REAL, for Jaune to continue?

Teams JNPR & RWBY are waiting right there willing to pick up the pieces that Jaune’s too weak to carry.

FEELS SO NUMB

"Jaune's home~!"

Jaune trudged into his room after a long day at his part-time job. Nora excitedly skipped next to him as he put his backpack down. She smiled at him. He couldn't muster the strength to smile back. He made his way into the bathroom, not even saying hello to his team.

"So... how much money do you think he made?"

"Nora." Ren chided.

"What? I'm just curious how my plan turned out."

"You mean how you were selling Jaune off as a local anesthetic to the highest bidder?" Pyrrha said, glaring from her desk.

"Hey, it's not my fault his semblance is literally a painkiller!" She put a finger to her chin. "Kinda surprised we didn't notice sooner, since he was always getting back up from Cardin's beating after he unlocked it."

"Well, I'm more surprised how you found him work outside the school." Ren said. "And with the approval of Professor Ozpin too."

"Well, I'm a bit of a businesswoman, Renny," she winked, "you knew that~!"

A knock came at the door. Ren opened it to find Ruby standing with a scowl on her face. "Is Jaune here?"

"He's in the bathroom." Ren answered. "Is there something we can help you with?"

"Yang and Weiss are fighting, and we were hoping he could-"

"It doesn't work that way, and you know it." Pyrrha said in a near snarl.

"S-Sorry, but Blake and I don't know what to do!" She rubbed her arm. "It's like ever since Jaune's been... uh, helping out, everyone at school has been acting really, really angry. It's like unless Jaune uses his semblance, people can't act normally around here anymore."

"Well, he's busy cleaning off from his super important job today!" Nora said with a beaming smile. "And they paid a mint, too!"

"Really?" Ruby asked. "Was it Uncle Qrow again?"

"Nah, he already came by yesterday. Today he was working at Vale General!"

"The hospital?" Ren asked. "What would they need him for?"

"Something about feet or another." Nora shrugged. "Like, something about pedal tricks."

The room was dead silent, save for the sounds of the shower in the bathroom. There was a soft thumping inside, too, but that subsided to silence once more after a few seconds. Suddenly, the room seemed to bend and wave and creak. Pyrrha stood from her desk.

"Pediatrics?" She asked.

"Yeah, that's it!" Nora shouted. "It was kinda weird sounding, but after they said it was for kids and cars in jeans, I kinda just went with it. Must have been mental hospital, righ-"

"JAUNE! JAUNE, OPEN THIS DOOR!" Pyrrha screamed as she smashed her fist against the door, Ruby running up to join her. The smaller of the two tried jiggle the door handle to open.

"Nora..." Ren gulped. "Do you know what carcinogenesis means?"

"...No, but that sounds like what the hospital people wanted Jaune for."

Ren took a deep breath, then told her. Pyrrha and Ruby were shoved out of the way, and the bathroom door came crashing down. Jaune was curled under the running water, softly sobbing. On the shower wall, a red smear stained the tiles. They pulled him out of the water, wrapping him in a towel, but he didn't respond to any of it. He just continued to sob and rub himself in a sort of self-hug.

"They'll be okay. They'll be okay. They'll be okay."

[hazbinned]

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄! - Val.

whether it be melodies that give you inspiration for your muse or songs that get you into the writing mood — pick 10 songs you find to give you the urge, the drive, or the creativity to write for your muse!

🦋 Smash The Mirror - You don't answer my call with even a nod or a wink, but you gaze at your own reflection! Alright! You don't seem to see me but I think you can see yourself. How can the mirror affect you? Can you hear me, or do I surmise? That you fear me, can you feel my temper rise, rise, rise, rise...!

🦋Private Property - Private property, don't run off with it, you'll be breaking the law. Love monopoly, my philosophy, don't go fooling with private property! 'Cause she's mine, she belongs to me-- and we'll get on fine as long as you agree! That she's my private property, private property...

🦋Stuck In The Middle - Uh, check it out, uh, check out! I look at you, you look at me, we bite each other. And with your bitter words, you kick me in the gutter. But my troops are bigger than yours! 'Cause you'll never staaaand my fight! [...] Ah, ah, ah, is there anybody home who wants to have me just to love me? [...] This is to my name, this ain't a greater plan to break your heart of me. I know that what I've started means that when we have parted, I can live in honesty.

🦋Liability - He don't wanna know me, says he made the big mistake of dancing in my storm. Says it was poison... so I guess I'll go home, into the arms of the girl that I love, the only love I haven't screwed up. She's so hard to please, but she's a forest fire. I do my best to meet her demands, play at romance, we slow dance in the living room, but all that a stranger would see is one girl swaying alone, stroking her cheek. They say, "You're a little much for me. You're a liability, you're a little much for me." So they pull back, make other plans. I understand, I'm a liability. Get you wild, make you leave. I'm a little much for e-a-na-na-na, everyone.

🦋Bad Reputation - I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation! Living in the past, it's a new generation. A girl can do what she wants to do, and that's what I'm gonna do. An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation! Oh no, not me! An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation, never said I wanted to improve my station, an' I'm only doin' good when I'm havin' fun, an' I don't have to please no one!

🦋Bad, Bad, Leroy Brown - Now, Leroy, he's a gambler, and he likes his fancy clothes. And he likes to wave his diamond rings in front of everybody's nose. He got a custom Continental, he got an Eldorado too. He got a 32 gun in his pocket for fun, he got a razor in his shoe.

🦋It's Still Rock And Roll To Me - How about a pair of pink sidewinders, and a bright orange pair of pants? You could really be a Beau Brummel, baby, if you just give it half a chance! Don't waste your money on a new set of speakers, you'd get more mileage from a cheap pair of sneakers. Next phase, new wave, dance craze, anyways- it's still rock and roll to me!

🦋Solid Gold Easy Action - Life is the same, and it always will be. Easy as picking foxes from a tree. (hey hey hey) But I can't get no satisfaction, all I want is easy action! (hey hey hey) (hey hey hey) A stud is a lamb with the thoughts of a tiger- (hey hey hey) Who moves like a cat and knows how to ride her (hey hey hey)- But I can't get no satisfaction, all I want is easy action, baby!

🦋Grace Kelly - Do I attract you? Do I repulse you with my queasy smile? Am I too dirty, am I too flirty? Do I like what you like? I could be wholesome, I could be loathsome, I guess I'm a little bit shy. Why don't you like me, why don't you like me, without making me try? [...] I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky! I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like! Gotta be green, gotta be mean, gotta be everything more. Why don't you like me, why don't you like me? Walk out the door!

🦋I Might Say Something Stupid - I might say something stupid... Talk to myself in the mirror. Wear these clothes as disguise... just to re-enter the party, door is open, let in but still outside. I look perfect for the background, I get nervous, sip the wine. [...] I don't feel like nothing special, I snag my tights out on the lawn chair. Guess I'm a mess and play the role. Used to live just for the party, door is open, I'm famous but not quite. But I'm perfect for the background. One foot in a normal life.

Tagged by: Stolen from @hellpride

Tagging: @angie-long-legs @sirserpentine @staticintone @harteatiing @hostradio

[queenofbaws]

as someone who is SO GOOD at forgetting i was tagged in stuff immediately after being tagged in stuff, i thought i'd go ahead and fill this puppy out while it was fresh in my mind ;)c hehehe thanks for the tag @phenanthreneblue!!!!!!!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

156 😎 and hopefully no sign of slowing, lol. i've been writing and posting fic since aboooooout 2007 though, so. do with that as you will.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

it's. um. it's. uh. a lot. ahem. it's a lot.

(1,923,174)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

currrrrrrrrently the supermassive universe and dragon age, but i'm slowly adding the remedyverse in there, and silent hill pops up from time to time!!! and in ye olden days, i wrote a LOT for kingdom hearts. i've been CONSIDERING adding horizon to the list too, but...only time will tell, hehehe ;P

4. Top five fics by kudos

the (almost)s; who ya gonna call? not these creeps.; my fav part of summer camp [not clickbait!]; lipstick stains & coffee cups; yes, no, maybe so: circle one and let me know!

5. Do you respond to comments?

i do! i figure if you took the time to read AND let me know how you felt about my work, then by golly, i'm gonna tell you how much YOU made me smile :)c i've met some pretty cool people thanks to the comment section, hehe

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

aw man, probably alone time, right? probably alone time. i'm sure there was some extremely angsty stuff in my kingdom hearts days, but lord help me i am old and i have forgotten a lot of that

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

well, the durellion affair ends with everyone getting to eat as much cheese as they want, so i think that fits the bill!!! 🧀

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nah. i've been crazy lucky that, aside from the occasional (and likely unintentional) insensitive comment, people have always been super kind with my stuff <3 the deviantart days were a slightly different story, but why relive THAT time period, i ask you?????

9. Do you write smut?

nope. i'm not, like, opposed, i just don't think it would be good, and i've yet to write something where i felt it would add anything, so. nah. there are so many other things i can do to earn that m rating ;)

10. Craziest crossover?

for sure did an organization xiii/sweeney todd crossover once, in the long-long ago asldkjflsakdjf recently, though, i guess i'd have to say reading & other fun rituals was a VERY self-indulgent way for me to smash the remedyverse and supermassive universes together!!!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

eh, every time one of those "this site is scraping people's fics!" posts goes around, i end up finding my stuff, but in terms of bumping into an individual nabbing something i've written? not that i'm aware of! (i like to believe anyone reading would recognize the overabundance of adjectives and come tell me, ha!!!)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i've had people ask, but i've never seen a finished product, so probably not! i tend to write pretty long stuff, though, and i wouldn't wish that kind of work on anyone alsdkjflaskdjfksljfd

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i have! none that are posted currently, but i've for sure co-written in the past. i'm also slowly but surely co-writing a fun little thing over here with my buds where our (totally cool and DEFINITELY not overpowered) self-inserts have fun being npcs in the federal bureau of control, so...keep your eyes peeled for that, heheheheh

14. All time favourite ship?

right now? varric tethras and f!hawke 🥺 at this point in time, i only have eyes for them

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

sigh. soft reset 😔 it's a big ol' silent hill 2 timeloop fic that i started back in 2015 i think, and as much as i WANT to finish it...i haven't felt the silent hill muse strike in a hot minute. maybe once the remake comes out.

16. What are your writing strengths?

oh, i like to flatter myself that i'm pretty solid when it comes to character voices/interactions 😉 it's why i do so many character studies, honestly - i just *clenches fist* love studying characters!!! i also think my dialogue's fun

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

how much time do you HAVE??? hehehe i feel like i flounder when it comes to straight up-and-down fluffy/shippy stuff, like if the focus of a story is, for example, some sort of romantic gesture, i'm fairly lost. i'm also HORRENDOUS when it comes to keeping things concise, and god help me, every time i have to delete a passage and kill my darlings, i am miserable, so i tend to just...not do that

also? just putting it out there because i do consider it a weakness in regards to writing: sometimes my self-esteem with posting stuff is just. MISERABLE. so i have a tendency to get anxious before, during, and after hitting the post button, just really wallowing in those good, good I'M A FRAUD feelings, lmfao. i'm working on it, though!!! i love writing so much, sometimes the irrational part of my brain just worries i'm not Doing It Right, hahahaha

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

no one's done it better than the thing (1982) and no one ever will

19. First fandom you wrote in?

proooooobably kingdom hearts??? don't quote me on that, though, it very much could've been x-men: evolution asdlkfjsalkjf (those just never saw the light of day)

20. Favorite fic you've written?

c'moooooon. the (almost)s :)

i'm gonna go ahead and tag...hmm... @love-fireflysong @jadedsunshine @unicornaffair @big-ass-magnet @mrs-theirin @theartofdreaming1 @icequeen-07 @chris-hartley and anyone - yes, i mean ANYONE - who wants to talk about their stuff ;) especially YOU!!!

[reposenotes]

Lament

TL;DR: I'm so sorry for the ridiculously long delay in updating, but thank you so much to everyone who's reached out in support of this fic this year - from Ao3 to Discord to Tumblr. You're beautiful, life-giving angels!

Also, this fic will likely be 7-8 chapters longer than I thought. But more on that later.

Continue reading below, if you like - but if you're wondering why the hell this blog exists in the first place, please refer to my pinned post!

Just wanna get this off my chest: This fic is the best/worst creative decision I've ever made. I began writing it to challenge myself and step outside my comfort zone, but over time, it's become my favorite.

(It's 2 am and I'm so tired, so I'm sorry if the remainder of this post is a hot mess)

It's been a bit of a journey to get here mentally, both in and out of 'fandom' realms (have I mentioned how much it sucks loving two pairings whose shippers NOTORIOUSLY HATE EACH OTHER?) but it's been so, so rewarding, and that's because of such incredible readers.

When people have left comments about initially opening the fic begrudgingly [only to fall in love with it], or just sent me a song they've been listening to while thinking of the fic (see playlist below) - good god, I think about that stuff every single day. It's so special to me, knowing this ridiculous smangst fic could affect anyone like that.

From the beginning, I've followed the outline to a T (save for a couple of tiny amendments, such as Rose showing up a little earlier than I'd intended initially) - so just know that the only reason it took me forever to update is because of insecurity - not because the muse has left me!

While it might not have ten thousand kudos, and while a lot of people have said some incredibly hateful things (I will once again refer to the absurdity of anti-tenrose VS anti-tenmartha discourse), the pros smash the cons. So thank you.

I had (have) a lot more to say, but I already don't know if anyone is going to read this to begin with, so I'm going to cut myself off. But thank you SO much for reading! I hope you like(d) the update!

Thank you so much to badxwolfxrising for being my guiding light with this fic+helping me pull my head out of my ass+being my first friend in the TenRose realm to publish TenMartha smut. Also, thank you to Kate/@blueteensy for being such a massive cheerleader of this series always (and a wonderful friend)!

Playlist of songs wonderful readers have applied to this series (this link will allow you to add music as a collaborator. If you have any Repose songs, I would love to hear them!)

Playlist of songs I've applied to this series

Brilliant recreations of the red room by my dear friend @blueteensy: p1, p2

[backwaterheroics]

𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙!

repost, don't reblog!

NAME : rowen

PRONOUNS : she/her/my liege; we is also common i.e. 'we here at strife industries' etc but it's really just for self-reference

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : carrier pigeon maybe? i'm really bad at all kinds of communication tbqh. we can get some walkietalkies tho & i promise i haven't ever forgotten about u /phil collins voice, u'll be in my heart

chatting on tumblr ims is fine & i do have a discord ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ u can even have my whatsapp if u want, but standard messaging & data rates may apply. talk to ur doctor if rowenix is right for u

NAME OF MUSE(s) : this here is my boy kuraudo sutoraifu-waifu but i've written a few other characters here and there; cloud is the only rp blog i have any semblance of presence on atm tho - he is my forevergirl, my homeslice, my big chalupa. for ffvii specifically, i've also written rp for elena and rufus

BEST EXPERIENCE : you! i've met all my best friends through rp which is probably why i'm still even around in the rps

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : i don't like it when ppl say they do not like the chara i am literally writing at that moment. so like, if you don't like cloud, why are you here..... we don't have any money... we've got nothin for ya.... pls smash that unfollow button and do not hit the notification bell....,other than that tho, i don't really care. it's the internet. i've seen 4chan

MUSE PREFERENCES : paris hilton voice; i'll take five more of these little blonde bitches; fr tho i like charas who have issues with the self/who have a man vs self literary conflict kinda thing going on. i also like side-chars who don't have a lot of lore coz then i don't have to start from scratch like with an oc, but i still have freedom in the preassembled sandbox u kno?? i don't have time for a rowenverse

PLOTS OR MEMES : spontaneous stuff is easier for me; plotted stuff can get too detailed and then i freak myself out about it bc of anxiety about quality & expectations. that aside, i'll do either. if we go plotted i'd rather go 'lightly plotted' as in we talk about an idea and then just run with it, with minor course corrections as we go should the plane not take off as expected

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : i personally tend to match length but sometimes the words just gotta come out and your one to three liner will have a 500 word reply. i have no preference from what i receive to what i give. it just is what it is and i'm grateful ur even taking the time to spend it with me

BEST TIME TO WRITE : when something else more important needs to get done. we love executive dysfunction. like right now, i should be finishing up a work project for tomorrow's meeting and yet....

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : our sense of humor is the same, or at least similar... cloud's social awareness is probably better than mine. neither of us talk a lot. is that good enough????

TAGGED BY: vctlan & then everyone i'm following who is still active has already done this i'm pretty sure... so if you haven't been tagged before and u see this, then i'm tagging u ok -- tell me abt u and be my friend

[aritany]

all over again | excerpt | a.ritany

(image id under the cut!)

April tastes and smells like rain.

And dirt, and grass. Petrichor. I turn the word over in my mouth without letting any sound escape, looking up at the smattering of stars visible between low hanging clouds. Shingles are hard and cold under my back, but I don’t mind. The moon is full and glorious, and that’s all that really matters.

“Ollie?”

I let my eyes fall shut. 

Riley swears as he climbs up from the balcony, an inventive combination of words I’d never think of smashing together.

As he’s sitting down on the roof next to me, I get up with a light huagh noise, hand on my abdomen.

“You feeling okay?”

I nod. “How’s Wynn?”

Riley draws his knees to his chest and presses the heels of his palms to his eyes. “Fine. She’ll be okay. It wasn’t… what I thought it was.”

My stomach pinches as I remember the look on Riley’s face when he’d seen her message. “Good. And are you okay?”

“I’m okay. I just hate the idea of the same thing happening to her, you know? Now that I’ve been through it.”

I nod, smiling lightly. “So you think life is worth living.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever said it isn’t.”

Even though I have the receipts to prove him wrong, I say nothing, because I’m not too keen on the idea of bringing up exactly how often Riley has scared the crap out of me.

He sighs, rubbing at his eyes and then letting his head fall back to look up. “You know, I always thought you were joking when you used to tell me you were sitting on the roof to look at the moon.”

“Really? How come?”

Riley lifts a shoulder. “You’re not a very moon person.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I follow his gaze as a wisp of cloud obscures one corner of the moon. 

“I don’t know, I guess I would have thought you’re more of a sun archetype.”

I smile wide, all teeth, but I don’t look over. “Why’s that?”

“Oh, come on. Don’t make me say it.”

“I think you should.”

He pauses. 

My gaze stays locked on the moon as the cloud drifts away. 

“You’re all cheery all the time, even when everything sucks. I guess you’re… brighter than most people.”

“Smarter-brighter, or shinier-brighter?”

Riley snorts. “I don’t think shinier and brighter are synonyms. And don’t deflect. You always do that when people try to compliment you.”

I don’t have anything to say to that, because he’s totally right, and if I keep telling him he’s right, it’s going to go to his head.

“You’re happy when you don’t have a reason to be,” he says, quietly. “It’s your default.”

This time I say nothing because the idea of Riley seeing me like that sends dismay tearing through me like a smoke bomb. Is that really what he thinks? That my default is happiness? It’s not.

“Or so you want everyone to think,” he adds.

I give up and let my gaze snap to his face. 

“I don’t think it’s natural,” he says, glancing away. “I think you choose it.”

My breath catches. “Then I’m not a sun archetype.”

“No, you are,” Riley says, and I can hear by the waver in his voice that his attention is wandering. “Who says the sun doesn’t have to choose, too?”

“Poetic,” I muse, and then let my eyes drop.

Normally he’d probably crack a joke right here, so I’m surprised when he just takes a deep breath. “Why do you like the moon better than the sun?”

I shrug. “I just like it. I like sharing space with it. And looking at it. You can’t look right at the sun.”

“Sure you can. Nab some sunglasses and you’re good to go.”

It’s several disorienting seconds before I realize he’s joking, and then I let out a spluttering huff and laugh. “Please never do that.”

He smiles good-naturedly.

I like that smile a little too much. “You can’t look right at the sun,” I whisper. “It doesn’t look the same no matter where you are.”

He bumps my arm. “Is this a metaphor? Are you trying to teach me something?”

I roll my eyes. “Relax. Not everything is some grand teaching moment.”

“You could have taken that and run with it, you know,” he points out. “Made it about the inherent beauty of the world, or some bullshit.”

“Some bullshit,” I echo, tamping down a smile. 

Only Riley.

“If I’m a sun archetype, what are you?” I ask him.

Riley makes a great big show out of flipping his hair. “A star. Obviously.”

I snort and elbow him in the ribs.

“It’s my—”

“I’ll push you off this roof if you say the words ‘transmasc swag’ in front of me,” I tell him mildly, and he grins.

“But I do have—”

“Shut up.” I shake my head, grinning.

We lapse into silence. I listen to the neighbour’s radio kick into low, easy jazz, muffled through closed windows. The air is cold. The breeze is cold. 

I’m not.

“You think I’m the moon archetype,” Riley says, after a moment. Then he looks over, and the question is all over his face.

I pause, and then I nod.

“You said so, a long time ago. When we were talking about sending Briggs and Galvin to one of Jupiter’s moons.”

“Did I?”

It’s honestly a surprise. Well, not really, because I can definitely see myself saying it. But I don’t remember that.

“You did.”

“Mm.” I nod. “Well. I stand by it.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Vibes.” I feel bad as soon as I’ve said it, because he obviously put so much effort into what he thinks about my archetype, so I clear my throat. “Dreamer.”

“Right.” Riley sounds a little unsteady.

“Intuition. Memory. Illusion,” I say.

“Is that why you like the moon?”

My stomach is all over the place, lurching like we’re on a boat, not on my roof. I add, “And because it’s beautiful.”

“You like the moon,” he says, like it’s puzzling, as though he hasn’t just asked me and I haven’t just confirmed it.

“And I like you,” I say quietly, before I can chicken out. I decide right then that he can take it however he wants, because whatever he’s thinking, whatever he’s imagining it means, he’s probably right. “I like the moon, and I like you. So what?”

“You like me.” His voice is even quieter than mine is. 

“Obviously.” My heartbeat kicks into overdrive. I’m not even sure what we’re talking about anymore, and I’m not sure I want to know. “I’ve told you that before.”

And I have. I’ve told Riley I like him, but not the way this feels. 

“You like me,” he repeats, and I can’t tell if he’s asking for clarification, or if he’s just letting the echo escape because he can.

Dread opens up in the pit of my stomach. “What do you want me to say right now?”

“Nothing,” he says, and then sighs. “I don’t want you to say anything.”

I’m relieved, and then I hate that I’m relieved. It’s not going to be tonight. And that’s okay. That’s good, even. I don’t need it to be tonight. 

Actually, I need it to not be any night. I need this to never happen, no matter how much I’d like it to.

“Ollie?”

Oh, no.

I don’t look over. “What?”

“Ollie,” he says again, gentler.

Slowly, I turn my head. Eyes last.

Riley reaches over and tucks one of my curls behind my ear. 

Oh, no. I can’t let this happen. 

Except I can’t move. 

Frozen, I whisper, “What are you doing?”

Riley takes a deep breath, hand lingering by my ear. “I’m going to kiss you.”

My heartbeat skips. “Why?”

“Because I want to.”

The worst part is that I can tell he does. Riley wants to kiss me, and it’s not even new information, but it hits me right in the soft centre of my gut, blooming ache. 

I can’t say anything. I can’t lie to him.

And then I’ve been quiet too long.

“You don’t want me to.” Riley pulls his hands back, and I hate the flicker of doubt that wipes the expression right off his face and leaves him like a blank slate.

He’s wrong, too. I do want Riley to kiss me. I really, really, really want it. I want it just as much as I don’t want to have to tell him the truth. 

Maybe even more. 

He turns away from me, shifting the angle of his knees. “Shit. Shit. Sorry.”

“No,” I burst out. “I want you to.”

His eyes dart back to mine.

“But before you do, I have to tell you something.”

“Okay,” he says, wary. 

The moon hangs over us, heavy, beautiful. 

Waiting.

I take a deep breath.

[originemesis]

hc musings - character dive ; //

Judging from season 1, I think it's safe to assume Adam does not like be without his helmet/mask. Sure, he's dressed up for his meetings/in court/for the final battle, which is just about everywhere he pops up in the season. However, he's also briefly shown just hanging out with Lute in heaven and he's still in uniform while she isn't. This is likely their down time, and yet he's still lugging around his massive robes, fully decked out for battle like it could happen anytime when clearly they're in heaven and it can't. So why is this?

Well, when the mask actually comes off (it's forced off and smashed apart just to get to that point), Adam is just 'some dude' under the menacing, manic act he's been putting on the whole time. An act as in when he crawls out of the hole without his safeguard face, he literally just has a melt down in front of everyone where his previous 'cunty charm' and 'idgaf' attitude are gone in place of some caught on the spot, seething human looking dirt bag who's only 'gotcha' is to call the group that's put an end to his reign of terror 'losers'. Just losers (baby ~). If he's not insecure with what he is under that mask (and how could he not be when not one, but two people who were literally created to be his perfect match dumped his ass? Oof.), then he absolutely has an inferiority complex of sorts and its in his 'break-down' moment on screen where it's on full display without the glowing grin and the horns.

To scratch further at that thought- imagine how Adam, the first human/man was essentially created in God's image. He was created to be perfect by heaven's definition, and though he didn't stay that way, he got a taste for what that felt like. Literally anything he does after that point when Eve and him have to leave Eden is (unironically) 'mid' or worse.

HC wise (out of my own musings so don't mind the canon divergence here since s2 is likely uhh...twitterjokes2027-) I'm leaning into the idea that the first two human souls are weighty in the sense that they can't both be in the same after life or it'll upset whatever balance there is between heaven and hell. So at the time of their deaths, it was decided that heaven wanted Adam and so hell would have Eve by default (also she was the one they blamed most- typical fandoms @ female characters amiriteeee). This means Adam who knows he's not perfect anymore, hasn't felt so in a long time- goes to a plane of existence that exudes perfection. They have 'the brightest, the polite-est of the lot and everyone is hot'. And then there he is- just some dude who is none of those things (hates math, innately rude, and well...'just some guy' isn't exactly heaven-scale hot guyyys).

This cumulation of always realizing nothing he does is good enough (because he knows this) and yet being treated like it is because he just happened to be first leads Adam to a state that even Lucifer comments on in their battle in the form of 'oh haha, you really let yourself go-'. Which I take to mean in the sense Adam is up in heaven, holding zoom-style holographic meetings while he probably barely even leaves his room (and never without his gear on), neglecting the 'womanly' deemed things like cooking and taking care of himself, gaining struggle weight for it all, and worst of all...he's in heaven and he's essentially in a depressed state (that let's be real he'd say doesn't exist like the dwightyouignorantslut he is) and that is plastered all over his real face in the form of baggy under eyes and that gross chin stubble he got going on too. And since heaven is full of happy, not depressed- never have a hard day, and HOT people, he essentially stays covered 24/7 in public because people would definitely question why he's there and heaven really doesn't need more people questioning decisions that'll create more Lucifers.

While wearing the mask he's like a kid that won't take his Halloween costume off because it makes him feel cool, and he does get a lot more animated and forgetful of his true insides. He's almost like a school mascot in a way, using his 'angelsona' to amplify his attention-grabbing antics. Take it away and he's very likely much more identical to Lucifer in terms of the whole 'take THAT, depression!' bit. Except for Adam that just translates to him being far less animated, grumpy, electric-guitar to acoustic pipeline, passively aggressive and likely tired, being the source of all humanity and all (man needs to be sucking down that G-fuel hourly).

Additionally: Angeldust and Adam would have the same theme of 'putting on an act' (or in Adam's case- putting on a show) and not letting the real person behind the façade show through. (Though in Angel's case it's for his own protection. In Adam's case it's because man can't cope with his insecurity.) And how Husk sees through Angel's bullshit, Lute does the same with Adam.

Adam's helmet glitched out the same way that Vox's did, so it could very well be a hint that Vox and Adam may have something to do with antagonism in the next season. If Adam came back w/o his mask and this all was applicable ofc, he would definitely team up with or make a deal with Vox in order to get him to fix the helmet (assuming he can based on the idea he might know how it works when put back together since his own tv face has been shown to glitch out like Adam's did) since it would be a necessary competent to bring back the actual 'Adam' he's become after living in discomfort with the one he became after experiencing real perfection.

[metalbvcky]

Answer the questions and tag five fanfiction authors you know!

tagged by @sarahowritesostucky, thank you lovely!! 💖💖 no pressure tagging: @late-to-the-party-81 @sparkagrace @bittersweet-in-boston @otpcutie @apple-writes

🍓 How did you get into writing fanfiction?

I feel like that's asking "how did you join Tumblr" it just happened 😂

🍇How many fandoms have you written in?

One, technically, which is nothing compared to others but I enjoy exploring my ideas with the MCU and its characters. I'm not sure I'd get the same feeling with other fandoms, like say, supernatural.

🍈How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

It'll be four this summer. Again, not long, but considering I denied myself as being a writer for several years? That's progress and growth.

🍎Do you read or write more fanfiction?

It depends on the muse and all sorts of other things. Sometimes I'm punching out oneshot after oneshot, while other times I'll be focused on a longfic and will read in between and stuff. Like currently!

🍌What is one way you've improved as a writer?

Writing more. Reading more. Writing more again. But also letting go of sticking to a strict outline. I'm a planster. I'll plan the major things, but everything else is made up as I go.

🍑Do you have any bad habits as a writer?

I'll often start or continue writing a scene and will find myself stuck, thinking it's the end of the world, and then realize my whole issue is a few lines above what I'm trying to make work. Happens so often you'd like I would be used to it by now.

🍍 What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I don't know about weird, but I've been doing a ton of medical research for my future doctor/patient AU. I've searched around for all sorts of things lol even for a sentence that I'll likely not end up using.

🍉What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Keyboard smashes. Long detailed comments about the plot/relationship/pining/etc. Comments that mention a tiny detail I included, those are the best when people notice them. But also, any comment.

🍐What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

Crack fics? I don't think I write a lot of outlandish stuff, at least I wouldn't consider them to be 😂

🥭What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

Uhhh... *stares blankly at my open doc* Ones with big plot. I love it, it makes the story even more fun to write, but MAN plot can be tricky. Catch me saying "Did everyone see that? Because I will not be doing it again" like Captain Jack Sparrow when I finish a longfic, and then immediately start planning another one to write.

🍏What is the easiest type?

Short oneshots with hardly any plot. Which isn't often because almost everything I write ends up being longer than I anticipated.

🍑Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

Docs. I used to use Smartedit Writer and organize by chapters, but ehhhh I just throw ideas onto a separate doc and go from there. Why plan extensively when my characters will do a 180 on me all the time? And almost always at night, sometimes during the day when time/the muse allows me.

🍋What is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

I was just thinking about this recently. I have never written a post TWS recovery fic. It's on my 'to write' bucket list, so I hope to tackle a lengthy canon fic one of these days. I love reading canon fics where they're on missions and the plot is centered around HYDRA or some other big bad, I feel like those are trickier to write than AUs. But everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, and I know coming up with detailed worlds/world building isn't a walk in the park for some.

🍇 what made you choose your username?

I didn't know what to name my Marvel sideblog when I was making it so... I just decided Bucky + metal arm + aw crap that name is taken = Metalbvcky 🤣

[uzumakichcined]

smash or paaaass obito uchiha (๑ö◡ö)

Send Smash or Pass + a name and my muse will say if they would smash or pass on that person.

Asked by @tentaiiled (you aint slick with ur fancy emotes)

" O-Obito? You mean that- Well - - - " Karin looked extremely flustered, oh no. Why did it have to be another Uchiha she was asked about. Why couldn't she get some other random person.

" Wouldn't you rather I talk about someone else? I could-- easily, more than easy talk about how digustingly gross Suigetsu is, and Kabuto, and uh--- Shit I don't know that many people. . . . "

Trying to go over what people she actually did know, Karin was struggling to come up with literally anyone else that wouldn't be too gross to talk about? Everyone she knew though was kind of like family to her in an adopted found-family sense so it was going to be weird regardless.

Hanging her head in defeat she looks around. Hoping for the Reaper's good graces that none of the Uchiha, or well, anyone else but this stranger was around. " Smash alright? Are you happy? When I crashed into him the other day he just-- it felt nice, I didn't get a good feel but there was, a lot. . . . and. I wouldn't be against getting my hands on him again, if I could, not that I will, because he's. Him, and I'm. Me. You didn't hear this from me, and if I find out you told anyone about this I will not only gut you alive, I will find your entire bloodline and ensure any trace of your DNA is erased from the genepool. "

[freakingoutthesquares]

Ten Years In A Jumbo-Collared Shirt Words: John Mulvey, Photographer: Peter Walsh Taken from the New Musical Express, June 1992 Transcription: Acrylic Afternoons

"Pulp is... being an anachronism of any kind... living in a dream world... being totally unrealistic... making contact with beings from other planets and snogging them... it's not being different for the sake of it - that's immature... it's all of these things and more - but most of all it's about you and us, and what we can get up to together - OK? - alright, here we go..." (Pulp propaganda)

Today, Pulp is... trying to be superstars in your hometown... organising party games for drunks... loving Des O'Connor and not having to say you're sorry... being fantastic... being mundane... being fantastic and mundane at the same time... dreaming of space-age Sheffield...

"Sheffield's full of half-assed visions of cities of the future that turn into a pile of rubbish," Russell Senior reflects, standing on the biggest traffic roundabout in Europe. "We grew up reading the local paper and seeing 'Sheffield, city of the future,' with a map of how it's going to be and pictures of everyone walking around in spacesuits, smiling. But we're the only ones who took it seriously..."

"When I was younger I definitely thought I'd live in space," says Jarvis Cocker ruefully. "But when you realise you're not going to, it colours your life; you can't think, 'It's alright if I'm signing on because I'll be on Mars soon', you have to try and get it down here." So what are you getting into at the moment? "Cooking. It's very good. Cooking for your friends is very therapeutic, and they always say it's nice, 'cos they're just pleased they didn't have to get out of their seats to help."

Pulp - singer Jarvis, guitarist/violinist Russell, Nick Banks (drums), Steve Mackey (bass) and Candida Doyle (Farfisa, Korg and Stylophone) - are sitting in a dressing room at the Sheffield Leadmill with a pointless prop - a large, silver, faintly sinister head - for company. It is a special day. In the afternoon, hundreds of balloons have been released to mark the debut of their new label, Gift, a perverse indie spin-off from local Techno-vendors Warp. Later, they will play a dizzily great set of twisted disco melodrama. For now, though, they have a long ten years - and extraordinarily unsuccessful career to explain.

"Music's the only thing that can keep you going," says Jarvis, reassuringly clichéd. "If you're not getting paid loads of money and not getting loads of girls sayin ' You're smashing', that's the only thing to fall back on. When I was at school I had specs and bad teeth and was a bit lanky, and so no girls were really interested, but I thought that if I was in a group they'd think I was good... So on that level I've failed miserably. But that's why all sad kids do it, innit? Standing on the stage is like wanking off in front of a mirror. People in bands are social misfits aren't they?"

Looking at Jarvis - still wearing specs, still lanky (I didn't check his teeth) - and the rest of Pulp clad in a hundred shades of brown, a bit of lamé and countless other '70s synthetic atrocities, it's hard not to conclude that they're proud to be social misfits. Russell, meanwhile, is musing on how a band who haven't released an album since 1985 have kept going. "A band that's been together for a decade and has never sold any records is either very, very crap indeed OR they've got something strong keeping them together. I can't make up my mind which of those two it is yet."

"It's about not being able to make it in the real world," reckons Jarvis, back on his misfit tack. "I haven't got a City & Guilds certificate or anything, I haven't got a skill." What about film work (he and Steve are fully trained and occasionally practising video-makers)? "Oh yeah, I have got that," he admits bashfully. "But that's why I went to college, 'cos you do see sad characters walking around who used to be in a band about five years ago, and they always look like a dog that's got lost."

Pulp are currently busier, in bigger demand, than ever before. There's a frantically groovy new single, 'OU', about someone woken up by the sound of his girlfriend leaving him and wondering whether to chase after her or stay in bed; plus there's an album recorded in 1989, 'Separations', finally set for release on their old label, Fire. Both are tense, funny, fizzily danceable and flamboyantly out of step with most of the world, let alone the music scene.

"I like the light entertainment, Des O' Connor feel more than the greasy 'I'm on Highway 66, man' feel," says arch-crooner Cocker. "It's something that's going to die out. You listen to radio 2 - well, I do anyway - and they play Matt Munro, Engelbert Humperdinck and stuff that doesn't really get made anymore. It's a bit clichéd, and that's why people think it's cheesy. But the reason why people performed in that way is 'cos it's quite effective; if you can break through the cheese barrier, you can make contact..."

And so they go on. About people who find their balloons will be treated to a night in with Pulp, to listen to sports themes and BBC Radiophonic Workshop records, and play Stereo Ker-Plunk. About how Choppers are better than Grifters, and how Russell once smashed up the Leadmill dressing room in a fit of pique, only to be caught the next morning sneaking in to replace the bulbs he'd broken.

The last I see of Jarvis, he's standing on the bar at the after-show party, trying to organise the drunken liggers to play musical statues for a can of beer, while 'Nevermind' stops and starts incongruously in the background. It is, like a knackered redcoat struggling to bring culture to barbarians, not a pretty sight. The last I see of Candida, she's leafing through the Leadmill's visitors' book. Amidst pages of revealing scrawls - Spiritualized's inscrutable squiggles, Sultans Of Ping FC's unfunny cartoons - Pulp are there again and again and again; strange, sardonic, not all there but always bloody there. Whoever said all good things must come to an end was a useless liar.

[saiyanandproud]

“ I don’t know- I’ve always found it kinda weird. Just sitting around with a group of your friends, going in a circle saying whether or not you’d get in bed with them? Even if you’re going down, like, a cast of characters in some TV show, it’s… I mean, why do it? “

“ If I turned to you and said ‘smash or pass,’ wouldn’t you feel a little uncomfortable? “

Send Smash or Pass + a name and my muse will say if they would smash or pass on that person.

"Uh--"

Oh no. Why was he asking that?! Did he suspect anything?! Did he guess anything?! Or maybe... Maybe he was hoping for something? Maybe she has a chance?! Oh shoot, was her face burning already?!?

"Maybe a little," she peeped, lowering her face in a beat. "B-But hey, you out of everyone shouldn't feel uncomfortable about it. I-I mean, I can't imagine anyone giving you a pass."

Oh shoot she said it. Kinda.

[changbinslovelylegs]

It gets worse before it gets better - Wooyoung part 3

Pairing: no specific pairing right now

WC: will always be between 2k-4k words

Warnings: Language, talk of past trauma, mention of death and death related things, panic attack/ptsd episode

Preview, description, characters here

The incident is finally revealed...

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2 weeks prior

"There is no way I'm signing up for that!" Wooyoung gaged at the thought, actually putting a finger in his mouth.

"Why not? it won't kill you" Hyunjin exclaimed as if hadn't just asked Wooyoung to sign up for grindr.

GRINDR FOR FUCKS SAKE.

"I don't want my phone "dinging" me dick pics all day or weird Alphas messaging me because they have a thing for smaller Omegas" Wooyoung groaned and smashed his head into his pillow again. Wooyoung had always been on the smaller side, and it usually never bothered him, it only did when alphas made jokes about his size or they had a weird fetish for it and tried coming onto him.

It had been way too long since Wooyoung had been with someone, so he had asked Hyunjin and Yoongi over for some advice, Felix joined as well since he was his roommate but he was also trying to tidy the living room.

The last person Wooyoung was with, was before the incident and that was over 5 months ago. Yes it still plagued his mind and gave him nightmares and actually medically diagnosed ptsd, but he thought he was now ready to try to see other people.

"I don't get sent them all day..." Hyunjin tried to defend himself, but in the end he knew it was pointless. He was often sent dick pics by randos without permission. He was also sent weird messages from weird Alphas and Hyunjin wasn't even small!

"Jinnie don't force him" Felix butted in, while picking up empty coke cans from the coffee table.

"I am not forcing him!"

"Why does it have to be online?" Yoongi mused, and he smiled when Wooyoung perked his head up. "Let's go out this weekend and you can just try to meet someone there? Can't be that hard!"

"says the one with the most muscle" Hyunjin stated annoyingly. It was well known that Yoongi was a gym junkie, often finding himself there for releasing stress or his 4 times a week weekly workout.

"That's actually a good idea!" Felix agreed, pinching Hyunjin's arm and grinning when he whines.

"I'll message the group chat"

Beautiful sluts bunch

Hyunjin: Were going out this weekend and we have a mission: get Wooyoung laid!

Yoongi: Ok chill

Wooyoung: Maybe not laid, but I would like to meet someone

Seungmin: But if you got laid you wouldn't be complaining

Wooyoung: ...

Jimin: Aw yas go get that D

Hyunjin: Thats what I said earlier!

Jisung: You'll know I'll be there

Jimin: Ditto, been craving a night out all week

Seungmin: Fuck it, i'm in

Felix: Taehyung?

Taehyung: Sorry guys I started pre-heat today I think ima sit this one out. My insides feel like their at war!

Felix: Aw baby that sucks, do you have a partner for it?

Taehyung: HA I wish, it's just me and my many dildos

Wooyoung: Awwwww sad

Jimin: Honestly R.I.P for those dildos

Jisung: ahahah

Taehyung: Fuck you sung, u try being an omega for one day I promise you'll take that laugh back!

Hyunjin: Seonghwa?

Jimin: You better be coming bitch

Jisung: It won't be the same

Felix: It's going to be so fun

Wooyoung: Please Hyungie?

Seonghwa: Fuck me FINE, but only because Woo asked nicely

The weekend could not have come soon enough, everyone was stressed with their last week of finals that a night out was defiantly needed to celebrate.

No one even spoke in the group chat for a whole week because they were all too bust studying, which by the end of that week freaked everyone out.

By the time Saturday rolled around, the whole group just couldn't wait any longer, they needed this.

"I don't think I can do this" Wooyoung had somehow managed to work himself up, considering this wasn't going to be a regular night out.

"Hey it's going to be ok, you don't have to meet someone" Felix tried his best to console, while he was putting the finishing touches on his makeup.

"But what if they don't understand my ptsd and think I'm weird for being weak and-"

"Shhhhh" Felix put down his brush before walking over to Wooyoung and pressing a light yet lingering kiss on his lips. "Don't forget to breathe, and just have fun don't pressure yourself to meet someone. Like if you do that's great but if you don't then that's ok too yeah?"

"Yeah your right, I'm just a little anxious" Wooyoung admitted with a frown.

"It's ok to be anxious, and besides, if you don't wanna mention you have ptsd then you don't have to. I don't go around telling people about my omega business how I smell too much or I leak like a fucking faucet do I?"

"No you don't, but fuck you and your weird wisdom"

"YA! you brat!"

The club was banging right when they got inside, loud music filling the room. Most of the group headed straight for the bar to get drinks whereas Jisung and Seungmin were dying for a piss so they said they would meet everyone on the dance floor.

"Lets do shots!" Jimin tried his best to shout over the music.

"Not that wet pussy shit again" Yoongi whined, remembering how those shots didn't agree with him last time.

"Nah lets just get tequila ones, they get you drunk faster"

"You know I'm down to get drunk" Hyunjin chimed in, but then asked who's paying for them.

"I'll get this round, we can take turns" Jimin orders the shots while the others just wait.

Out of the corner of Wooyoung's eye, he spotted a man dancing with a few friends, a mixed drink in one hand. He was the most beautiful man that Wooyoung had ever seen.

It seemed as if the man noticed too because he was motioning for Woo to come over, he was too much in a trance until Felix nudged him and said "he's cute you should say hi" but not before he took that shot.

Wooyoung walked up to the man and was greeted with a smile. He happily returned one back as the man leaned in.

"Hi, I'm San, you're really cute" he yelled, considering the music was so loud.

"I'm Wooyoung, and thank you" he replied, a small blush appearing on his face.

"Do you come here often?" San started to dance again, Wooyoung joined him.

"Sometimes, depends on what happens in the group chat. What about you?"

"Yeah I come often, one of my friends brothers is the bouncer so we get in for free" San pointed out his friends, 4 of them dancing in a group.

"Thats Hongjoong with the red hair, his brother is the bouncer. That's Yeosang, Minho, Changbin, and HEY WHERES CHAN?"

"GETTING DRINKS, HE SAID HIS FRIEND JISUNG IS HERE AND WANTED TO SAY HI" Changbin yelled back. Just as the song ended and another one started, one of those ones that like to use gun shots as instruments, and his face drained of colour.

"Sungie? He's in my friend group, wait, you're from Jongsung aren't you?" Wooyoung suddenly felt scared, his bones going all cold. If he was from Jongsung then he may have been friends with them and known about the incident before it happened. People from Jongsung could not be trusted. Plus gun shots were another huge trigger for him and just Wooyoung's luck there playing a song with many of them!

"Yeah, does that matter?" San asked, all he wanted was to dance with a cute guy maybe get a blowie in the bathroom but he wasn't so sure anymore. "Hey are you ok?"

Wooyoung couldn't breathe, ever since the incident he and Felix made a pact to never interact with anyone from Jongsung again. He knew it was a little harsh, but he thought he was keeping himself safe. The gunshots just kept getting louder even though the song was over, he just wanted all the noise to stop, his put his hands over his ears.

There was a ringing in his ears, the music becoming too much. San kept asking if he was ok but Wooyoung couldn't hear him. Chan walked over and asked San what was wrong.

"You know Jisung, Wooyoung knows Jisung, do you possibly know who's the closest too Wooyoung?" San ranted, trying his best to help but also not really knowing how.

"Lemme ask Sungie" Chan ran away, and a few moments Later Felix came rushing over.

"YOUNGIE" Felix rushed Wooyoung to the bathroom not even caring to thank San as he was too concerned with his friend.

"Hey Youngie, hey..." Wooyoung didn't even notice he was crying until the ringing stopped and the music got quieter, Felix brought him into his arms making sure to place his ear over his heart.

"Can you hear my heartbeat baby?" Felix knew that his own heartbeat always calmed Wooyoung down, but he wasn't sure it could be heard over the music.

"Lixie" Woo managed to croak despite hie tears.

"Just listen to my heartbeat, I've got you baby"

"I'm so sorry, I was just so scared-"

"Shh, theres no need to apologise, Let's take some deep breaths together hmm?"

Felix slowly rocked them back and forth, taking over exaggerated breaths that he hoped Wooyoung would follow.

They stayed like that for a little while until Wooyoung detached himself and asked for a tissue.

"Will toilet paper suffice? I don't think they have tissues here" Which made Wooyoung laugh, because of course they don't have tissues here.

"I really want some ice-cream, can we go somewhere and get some ice-cream?" Wooyoung asked after he cleaned himself up, all he wanted to do was leave this club but he wasn't tired either.

They found the others who were all worried for their friend yet knew Felix had it under control, they asked him if he was ok to which he replied yes, he was feeling better now. Then Felix explained that he was going to take Wooyoung home because he no longer wanted to be in the place he last had an attack. Everyone else offered to leave as well but Wooyoung said it was fine he didn't want to ruin everyone's night.

Once they arrived at the ice-cream parlour (Wooyoung getting cookies and cream with smashed oreos on top and Felix getting double fudge brownie as they always did) Wooyoung sighed, slumping into their favourite corner booth.

"So what happened back at the club? I thought you and that guy were getting along?" Felix was concerned for his friend, as any friend would be after seeing a friend go through that.

"I don't even fully know! That guy- sorry San said he was from Jongsung and they had this song on with gunshots and I just got so scared I thought I was back on that field I just wanted all the noise to stop!" Wooyoung explained, trying to stay as calm as possible but his hands were shaking a little.

"You just gotta remember that San wasn't one of them so he can't be that bad, honestly it was Jisung who made me realise that" Felix explained, trying to shed a little light.

"How so?"

"When Chan and I met I was completely against it because he was from Jongsung. I liked him until I found out then I wanted nothing to do with him. I got annoyed at Sungie for letting him attend a Yeontan party but then he explained to me that the incident wasn't organised by the whole Jongsung student body, it was just unfortunate that the incident took place on school grounds. I do also think he was trying to defend his friend though cause I found out that he and Chan went to high school together."

"Oh..." Wooyoung had never thought of it that way before.

"I'm not trying to diminish your feelings or anything it just made me ask myself why was I mad at Chan? and now we're really close."

"Hmm, ok then, do you think I should give San another chance?"

"Only if you want to, but he didn't seem like a bad guy so I say go for it!"

Felix's phoned dinged, so he put down his ice-cream to check who it was from, relaxing when it was only Leedo confirming their appointment for tomorrow.

"All good?" Wooyoung asked mid chew.

"Ahaha yeah just Leedo confirming our appointment for tomorrow, my monthly visit n all" Felix went back to eating, because he didn't want it to melt.

"It sucks you have to go through that, I couldn't imagine what your always going through"

"Yeah it does suck sometimes cause I have to wear a pad everyday it's just one of my cons I guess"

"Yeah I feel you, like when I found out that my heats were more painful because I'm on the smaller side. Sucks to be an Omega am I right"

"Fucking oath, let's be real Beta's have it GOOD" which made the both of them burst out laughing.

When the next morning came Wooyoung awoke to 2 surprises.

Number one being because he left the club early and hardly had anything to drink for once in his life he actually woke up hangover free, and that made him so happy.

Number two being a message from the one and only San! Wooyoung had decided to give San another chance and was going to ask somewhere for his number but it seems that San had beat him to it.

Unknown: Hi, it's San, I got your number from Jisung I hope you don't mind. I just wanted to check in and see how your doing?"

Wooyoung saved his contact before replying.

Wooyoung: No it's fine, and I'm also fine thank you for asking though it was cute

San: are you sure? you seemed pretty out of it and afraid?

Wooyoung: I'm sure I'm ok, I actually suffer from PTSD and I had an episode, gunshots are a huge trigger for me

San: Oh I'm so sorry

Wooyoung: It's ok, you didn't know

San: May I ask how you got PTSD? only if your ok with it ofc

Wooyoung: You don't know? everybody knows!

San: But I didn't even know you had PTSD so how would I know what it's from?

Wooyoung: When I tell people I have it they instantly put 2 n 2 together, because of what happened last year.

San: What happened last year?

Wooyoung: Oh please tell me your joking, otherwise this is some sick joke and in that case you can just fuck off

San: I promise I'm not joking

Wooyoung: Whatever

San: No I'm serious! I'm a transfer all the way from Namhae I only started at Jongsung a month ago!

Wooyoung: Oh so you really don't know? fuck I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions-

San: It's fine baby just tell me so that I can know

Baby, Wooyoung most certainly blushed at that, and he even heart reacted.

Wooyoung: Ok, I don't usually like to re-live it so please bare with me

San: ofc Baby just take your time

Wooyoung: There was this guy named Jongho who last year was apart of my friend group and we all really thought he was a great guy, he was a great guy! he made youtube videos and really wanted to someday star in a k-drama. He was also openly gay which I'm fine with cause I'm also gay anyway he went on a date with this jongsung guy. He seemed nice in the beginning I'm guessing thats why Jongho said yes to the date, Jongho had apparently asked to go home but the guy refused to take him home and took him to the jongsung football field instead. I knew about this because Jongho asked me to follow him and come pick him up, because he felt scared. I was too late though because when I arrived I saw 2 men, one was restraining Jongho and the other shot him in the chest just because he was gay! I screamed and those men ran away, I held a bleeding Jongho in my arms crying and screaming until help came but they were also too late because he was already dead.

San: Oh no...

San: Shit, I'm so sorry. Jongho sounded like a really nice guy he didn't deserve that

Wooyoung: no one does! it just sucks Jongho was chosen because he was kinda known on youtube. and now I have PTSD because of it

San: I don't know what to say

Wooyoung: No please it's ok, I was actually planning on messaging you first because I wanted to know if your free for coffee sometime?

San: Oh thats sweet, I'm free today after 2 if you wanna meet?

The next 2 weeks were the loveliest weeks of Wooyoung's life, he and San grew a lot closer almost hanging out everyday or at least stealing a few moments to kiss. He was the perfect man in Wooyoung's eyes.

They never wanted to be apart, and lucky for them they never really had to except for when San started his rut and Wooyoung wasn't ready for sex yet.

"Wooyoung you ready? Felix yelled from down the hall, they had a lunch planned with both Seonghwa and Hyunjin.

"YA! calm your tits I'm coming, just grabbing a jacket cause it's cold!" Wooyoung walked back to the front door, grinning with his choice of jacket.

"Ooh is it Sannies?"

"Yeah, I just love smelling his scent on me"

"I bet you love smelling a whole lot more than just scent"

"YA! we haven't even slept together, he was in rut last week and I just wasn't ready for that yet" Felix just laughed and ruffled Wooyoung's hair, ushering him along.

Once they were seated, and after they had ordered what they wanted, they saw Seonghwa and Hyunjin walk inside.

"Hey! over here" Felix called them over, because the cafe was packed.

"Geez, how did you two find a park? We had to park across the road at the total tools!" Seonghwa sat down with a sigh, opening his menu and looking through it, "What did you guys get?" he added.

"I got a chai laté and an avocado smash with a hash brown, Felix got an americano and just the eggs on toast with bacon and roast tomatoes" Wooyoung explained, sipping on his chai laté fondly.

"Ohh the smashed avo does look good" Hyunjin exclaimed, calling a waiter over so they could order.

"So, how are things with San?" Seonghwa asked, just as his drink came.

"He is so lovely, and such a gentlemen, he just makes me so happy!" Wooyoung smiled.

"Well I guess that went well then" Hyunjin claimed, a grin plastered on his face.

"What went well?" Wooyoung asked, confused.

"Didn't Yoongi tell you?"

"No..."

"Oh fuck me, Yoongi said he was gonna tell you.. look don't get mad ok?" Hyunjin was slightly panicking, both Seonghwa and Felix were looking at him almost frightened.

"After you said you wanted to meet someone, Yoongi and I got lunch and then we started talking, he said his friend Yunho the one who sells weed also sells to this guy San and apparently San told him once that he felt lonely and he wanted to meet someone that's what Yunho told Yoongi and then Yoongi was talking to Jisung about it, not the whole thing Sungie doesn't know just like have you ever heard of a guy named San? and Sungie goes oh yeah he's friends with Chan and when Yoongi told me about it he asked Sungie for his number and kinda set you two up, I told him I didn't think it was a good idea but he said he would tell you about it, obviously he didn't judging by your face." Hyunjin hung his head low, too afraid to see Wooyoung's reactions.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Wooyoung spat, standing up.

"Babe sit down-" Felix tried to pull on his arm but Wooyoung pushed it away.

"WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK!"

"Youngie, people are staring, just take a breath" Seonghwa tried to avoid being kicked out, it wouldn't look good for them.

"I know fuck I know, I told him not to" Hyunjin defended, but it was no use.

Wooyoung took a few breaths, because Seonghwa was right. Once he was calm he sat back down.

"I never wanted to be set up, this isn't what I wanted..." Wooyoung started to cry a little, feeling so betrayed. Felix cooed at him and brought him into his arms, shushing him gently.

[lonelypond]

Found

NicoMaki, Love Live, 875 words, 1/1

A quiet moment turns into an unforgettable one.

Found

The ringtone screamed inside the tent. Maki groaned, reached out a hand, and reminded herself to bash whoever was on the other end of the call, not the phone.

Honoka immediately started babbling. “Maki it’s so cool here your parents are the best for dropping me off on their flight thanks so much for asking them Paris is going to be so cool say hi to Nico got to run call you later.”

Maki ended the call with a grunt. Nico raised her head from where it she was sprawled over Maki’s torso.

“Honoka never did understand time zones.”

“Nope.” Maki yawned.

“There’s your actual number one idol in the universe.”

Maki sat up, clutching the blanket around her, shock not completely faked, “Who are you? My girlfriend, the actual number one idol in the universe, was here just a minute ago.”

Nico chuckled, an easy, sexy, relaxed sound as she sat up to kiss Maki, “Still Nico.”

“Then what did you…”

“Nico’s been thinking a lot recently, about dreams and plans, and…” Nico paused, pulling Maki back down so they were lying face to face on the joined sleeping bags, “and you.”

Maki couldn’t make words happen, caught by the nearness of Nico, the prickles of desire licking across any part of her within five centimeters of Nico.”

“Wait a minute, I want to see your face.”

Nico reached out to turn up the camping lantern.

“Why?” Maki snapped, nervous suddenly.

“Because it’s Nico’s favorite sight in the world, goof.”

“Oh.” The blushing cycle had started, so Maki changed the subject. “What did you mean? About Honoka?”

“Oh…just that when Nico was a kid being everyone’s idol, making everyone smile was such a BIG dream. But Nico never really wanted to do it alone, like Honoka is now, with her guitar, out there for strangers…I mean, Nico could have, but…”

From the downturn in Nico’s voice, Maki knew she was talking about high school.

“And then there was Muse. And your music…”

A long pause. Nico sounded so serious and beauty breathed out of every angle of her profile and Maki felt herself drawing closer. Nico noticed, smiling the quiet, content smile that only Maki had ever seen. She reached out a hand to stroke Maki’s shoulder. “And then there was this bullet train of a tsundere.”

“I am not a tsundere.”

Nico and Maki both giggled.

“Who ran right into me, full speed, who Nico couldn’t ignore, who Nico couldn’t bear to see cry, or be lonely.”

A gentle finger traced Maki’s cheekbone. “And we kissed.”

Maki remembered the explosion, the shock, the want, her entire world reorienting around Nico, finding both her true north and a bright star to navigate by in one tiny woman, one tremendous force.

Nico’s finger lazed across Maki’s lip now. “Nico wanted one smile, one gorgeous, glorious smile.”

Maki sighed, “I feel so selfish sometimes.”

“But you still want Nico all to yourself, right?” There was that wink, smug and impossible.

Maki nodded. The atmosphere, the tension, this mood, with Nico so close, always stole her breath, stripped away everything else.

“Nico is selfish too. I don’t want to share you.” Nico so near, a question in her eyes. Maki nodded. Nico pounced, the kiss quick but fierce, Nico’s arms now locked around Maki.

“So Nico has a new dream, not a kid’s dream. I want to make music, a family, a home with you, Nishikino Maki, Nico’s number one everything.”

Maki thought she couldn’t take the way everything inside her hammered at Nico’s breathy whisper, Nico’s arms holding firmly when Maki might push away and scatter.

“You said Honoka…”

Another kiss, bolder. Maki lost any connection to conversation in her thoughts, only aware of Nico’s hands suddenly everywhere.

“I love you, Maki.”

“Love you.”

More kisses.

“This is what Nico wants you are what Nico wants so smart so caring so pretty so vibrant so Maki my Maki”

Nico’s words smashed into static in Maki’s head. Maki lunged into kiss, Nico’s response to pull her impossibly closer, tease her neck, hair, shoulders, whisper so many everythings as Maki moaned desperate responses and then….

Calm. Maki so close, so safe, Nico’s hold so tight. The static cleared as their breathing slowed and synched.

“I love you Maki. Marry me.”

Maki had already melted. And swooned. And screamed. And whispered. And demanded. And cried. Oh wait, that was now. Maki could feel the tears and Nico gently kissing them away.

“Maki?”

Maki nodded into Nico’s shoulder.

“Was that a “yes, I’ll marry you Nico” or a “yes, I am Maki?”

Maki laughed, “Both.”

“Good. Nico might have gotten the wrong tent.”

Maki pushed Nico away, grabbing for a pillow, but Nico caught the movement, moving to intercept.

“Nope. Nico wins.”

Maki’s grin matched Nico’s. “Nope, I did.”

“Nico is a catch.”

Maki raised an eyebrow, controlling most of the tremble in her voice. “Modesty continues to suit you.”

“Nico knows.” Nico squeezed Maki in a hug that rolled them back and forth. “There’s even a ring for you in Nico’s bag if you’re nice to Nico.”

“How nice?” Maki nipped at Nico’s earlobe.

“Well, maybe not nice.”

And with another surge, any other world went away.

A/N:

I found this on a legal pad. Don't remember when I wrote it. I do remember thinking Nico and Maki probably went camping occasionally, perhaps on the anniversary of a certain breakthrough moment.

Things have been crazy. I hope this helps your December start brighter.

[mathcs]

4, 20, 25?

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4. multiple people threads

pretty fun, i've seen those! i think how they can work is the muns take turns replying to the thread in the same order every time minus plotted moments (at least on tumblr)?

there's big fun potential with said threads though, i could be down for something like that if some details are plotted (even if i would probably be slow as usual with them the fear of me slowing down multiple other muns tho oh n o) and whenever i see one in our general vicinity nowadays it's exciting!

20. violent threads

this is interesting! basically i'm a canon typical violence(tm) writer, trying to fit the mood of whatever moment/verse the thread is in! like my "angst has to be meaningful" philosophy ways, any violence would have serve some purpose, even if it's a little purpose, as long as it's not there just for the sake of it.

and now i just remembered how i made jude get shot and ambiguously die in my bad!end drabble DKJFLKJK he hates me just to show how dire things have gotten for him (i guess that means that verse is rated M now. it's a tad darker than x2... and that's ok because he's a badass in it).

speaking of that M rating! i can similarly see myself writing typical horror violence stuff for jude, because that could be fun not for him (e.g. tone/intensity levels similar to games like fatal frame, higurashi, the last of us) but i probably wouldn't get into the extreme details of said violent stuff unless it was super necessary or something. some stuff is better left to the imagination for sure.

in terms of violence during fight scenes, canon typical violence stuff is again my benchmark! i've done the my muse and your muse vs npc fight scenes which is fun, but i don't really have experience with the 1v1 my muse vs your muse in the parking lot type but i'd only feel inclined if the details were plotted beforehand (e.g. knowing the conclusion/set direction of the thread) and if the fight in said thread/scene held some narrative weight.

basically i'm way more interested in the emotional tone/importance of an action scene (plus the impact of it later) rather than just writing it to focus on the technical details of the fight of who would win etc. to me, the latter is just a vehicle to make the whole thing come togetherー it's important, but incomplete without the whole 'why' part. because then it'd feel a lot less like writing out a smash bros match rather than just playing it (i think that's my weirdest metaphor yet LMAOO) personal preference strikes again though!

25. your character ( the gushing commenceth / unhinged version )

i've somewhat(?) properly gushed about him here and related it to writing so if your name is Lin you're no stranger to me saying things about Jude UMM i'll just talk about his hair LMAOO

the beautiful and subtle asymmetry of his hair in x1 especially that slightly longer piece of hair off to the side of his head here. is it underrated or does everyone love that part, i have no idea sldjflsdkf but he really doesn't sport the super generic flat mc hair, it's just a little wavy/longer at the back! the non-wild/cute and round hair look suits his quieter personality here too T_T plus he's so cute bYE

his extremely amazing hair in x2. described aptly. this coupled with his new outfit = i now have an entirely different concept of "one year timeskip" i remember thinking at first "WAIT THAT'S HIM? NO WAY... idk... let me think about this..." but now he makes me faint so. who won here. it suits him bc he's even more mature, and his character design changed so much but in the best way i think. i'm so glad this version of him exists LMAOO good job x2 for all your faults and amazing moments

[pokemedia-text-dump]

Teko vs Cera, Round 3

[Video ID: The Crystal Pool in the morning, taken from a Rotom Phone from behind Teko, who's sitting on the ground right in front of it.

"Wow...this place really is pretty, you know?" he muses. "I could just look at this all day..." A Koffing lazily drifts by over the pool.

"Alright, I'm here...Let's get this over with." a voice can be heard off to the side. Teko and the camera turn to face it, revealing it to be Cera on a Cyclizar.

"Ah, hey! You made it! You got everyone you need for the battle?" Teko says.

"Yep!" Cera says, smiling and patting her bag.

"One more thing. Uh...Can I play the music this time?" Teko asks as he gets into position.

"Huh? Why?" Cera asks in response.

"Well, the last two times we battled, you were playing the music, because it was more of a fight against you. You're fighting me this time!" Teko says.

"I'm not too fond of the idea of listening to your trash...but I guess I can allow it." Cera says begrudgingly as her and the Cyclizar get into position.

"Aww, how sweet." Teko says dryly. "But never mind that...You ready?"

"Hah! Are you ready to lose, is more like it!" Cera laughs.

"Let's see if you can keep up that attitude once I SMASH YA TO PIECES!!" Teko cackles in response, sending out a Tinkaton. He yanks the Rotom Phone out of the air and taps it a few times, and "YO, BUDDY - Deltarune: The Other Puppet" starts playing. "I don't think we can set up Stealth Rock with Truck Freak as her lead...Let's lead off with Play Rough, Cotton!" he yells. The Tinkaton charges forwards, screaming.

"Not on my watch! Truck Freak, teach this fool a lesson with Wild Charge!" Cera yells in response. The Cyclizar charges forwards as an orb of electricity begins to build up on its snout. Right before impact, it aligns the orb with the Tinkaton's gut. Once it meets the Tinkaton, the orb explodes violently, knocking both it and the Tinkaton backwards, the Tinkaton being launched noticeably harder, while the Cyclizar does a backflip and lands back on its feet, though it struggles to get back up slightly. Meanwhile, the Tinkaton tumbles a bit and manages to stop itself using its hammer, leaving a gash as it scrapes against the ground. It manages to get back up, battered.

"Hm...Impressive!" Teko muses. "She shifted most of the recoil to Cotton instead...Why haven't I thought of that?"

"Adequate job, Truck Freak. Finish this with Rapid Spin!" Cera says.

"You still got this, Cotton! Try to counter with Gigaton Hammer!" Teko yells in response. The Tinkaton's hammer glows as it assumes a defensive position.

The Cyclizar starts spinning on its tail to the point its entire body becomes a blur, then springs up and dives towards the Tinkaton, still spinning, like a drill. Upon impact, the Tinkaton catches the Cyclizar with the hammer, then smashes it against the ground with the Cyclizar on top, flattening it as the hammer gets stuck in the ground. The Cyclizar manages to get up again, struggling visibly. Cera thinks for a bit.

"Truck Freak...Wild Charge, again." she says. The Cyclizar nods in understanding.

As the Tinkaton struggles to loose its hammer from the ground, the Cyclizar charges, but this time the orb of electricity surrounds its entire head instead. The impact makes a much bigger explosion than the last time, and both the Cyclizar and the Tinkaton get thrown back, unconscious. Both trainers recall the Pokemon into their Poke Balls.

"Hey, that was pretty smart!" Teko says, surprised.

"Oh, this is your first time fighting someone competent, isn't it? Well, I'm certainly not about to disappoint! Cyno! Get out here and clobber this idiot!" Cera chuckles, sending out a Lucario.

"If anyone's about to get disappointed, it's you. You're up, Patapon!" Teko replies, sending out a Falinks with a satchel of SilverPowder tied around its horn.

"This one seems more squishy, I guess? Let's hit them with First Impression!" Teko says, hesitantly.

The Falinks stack up into a tower, with the brass at the top. The brass yells, and the Falinks curl up into a circle. Their horns glow as they roll towards the Lucario as one.

"Cyno, try to dodge it!" Cera yells.

Upon impact with the Lucario, it catches the wheel of Falinks, struggling to push them back. It eventually overpowers them, leaving them spinning in its arms, then suplexes them, breaking the circle.

"Whoa...Cyno's a lot more powerful than I thought! We'd best power up too...Patapon, use No Retreat!"

The Falinks troopers focus as a red aura builds up around them. Cera's eyes light up, realizing her moment to strike.

"...CYNO! PSYCHIC! NOW!!" she yells.

The Lucario's eyes glow as it raises its arms, and the Falinks troopers are lifted up into the air surrounded by a blue aura before they can finish No Retreat. The Lucario claps its hands together, and the troopers get smashed into each other, falling down to the ground unconscious.

"Nice job, Cyn...uh, I mean...Don't get too proud of yourself, there. It wasn't anything special." Cera says. She starts out excited, then quickly corrects herself.

"Hey hey, two to one!" Teko chuckles. "I might have to step it up a bit...You got this, Monty!" he says, sending out a Skeledirge. The Flame Bird on its head is holding a serving of Leftovers.

"...really? This is the one guy Cyno knows exactly how to deal with! Take him out with Shadow Ball, will ya?" Cera giggles.

The Lucario charges an orb of dark purple energy, then jumps. At the peak of its jump, it fires the orb directly above the Skeledirge.

"Sidestep." Teko says, bored.

The Skeledirge hops to the side, causing the orb to detonate on the ground, narrowly missing it with the explosion.

"...Oh." Cera says, dismayed.

"Well, what did you expect?! That was literally the same play you used every time you fought me, you goober!" Teko cackles. "Nice one, Monty! Finish this with Torch Song!" he continues.

The Skeledirge makes a low rumbling in its throat as the flame bird puts the serving of Leftovers on its head. It roars along to the song, and the flame bird swoops towards the Lucario, knocking it unconscious with an explosion.

"...As I expected. Cyno, you piece of junk..." Cera chuckles under her breath.

"Ouch...That must have hurt..." Teko muses.

"Not by a long shot! Bazelgeuse! Win this for me!" Cera says, sending out a Dragapult.

"Alright...Let's open this one with Phantom Force." she says.

The Dragapult turns invisible, and a portal opens up in the ground.

"Huh...Well, it turned invisible...Try to figure out where it is with Flamethrower!" Teko says.

The Skeledirge opens its mouth, and a stream of flames shoots from it. The flame bird adds to it, and they spray it around wildly trying to find the Dragapult.

Another purple portal opens directly below the Skeledirge's feet, and the Dragapult soars out, knocking the Skeledirge high into the air before disappearing into another portal. It appears and disappears into portal after portal, as it and its Dreepy juggle the Skeledirge higher and higher into the air with each hit like a Smash combo, Teko punctuating each one with a small "Whoa!" Finally, it catches the Skeledirge on its head, then races back towards the ground, slamming it down and knocking it unconscious.

"SIIICK!! Whoaaa! Man, that was AWESOME! Ha ha...I WISH I could do something like that with Rathian! Woooo!" Teko cheers, his body jittering even more than normal.

"Are you...cheering for me? I knew you were brain damaged or something, but...really?" Cera asks smugly.

"The distortion SHOULDN'T I?! THAT was something worth cheering on! Come on, COME ON! I KNOW that isn't all you got?!" Teko cackles.

"Right you are! Send out the next sucker, will ya?" Cera giggles.

"Oh, I'm not done just yet...You remember RATHIAN, don't you?!" Teko says, sending out a Flutter Mane wearing a pair of Choice Specs.

Cera's grin falters. "...Oh boy." she mutters. "Uh...Hit them with Phantom Force again?" she says to the Dragapult.

The Dragapult dives into a portal on the ground.

"Heheheh...Rathian, use Shadow Ball..." Teko giggles. The Flutter Mane charges up an orb of purple energy in its ribbons. A portal opens up, but the Flutter Mane immediately moves the orb above the portal. No sooner than the Dragapult leaves the portal does it crash into the Shadow Ball, which detonates and knocks it unconscious.

"...Clever. ...For you, at any rate." Cera concedes. "I can still do this, though...Let's show 'em what we've learned, Glaivenus!" she says, sending out a Baxcalibur with a Loaded Dice tied around its neck, which roars as it turns its dorsal fin to the Flutter Mane.

"Well, we've decided on a move...Hit it again, Rathian!" Teko yells.

The Flutter Mane charges up another energy orb and fires it. The explosion knocks the Baxcalibur back noticeably.

"...Wait, we know how to deal with you! Hit them with Iron Head, Glaivenus!"

The Baxcalibur charges as the plating atop its head glows white, leaping towards the Flutter Mane. It tries to escape, but the Baxcalibur manages to grab it by the ribbons, using them to strap it to its head as it dives down towards the ground headfirst, grinding the Flutter Mane against its head. The Flutter Mane rolls away, unconscious.

"...Huh." Teko says. "Let's see if Rathalos will fare any better..." he continues, sending out a Roaring Moon.

"Hmm...I don't know if this'll work, but...Glaivenus, hit it with Glaive Rush." Cera mutters.

The Baxcalibur stands on its head and charges a huge blast of Dragon energy in its mouth.

"I think she's planning the same thing as last time, Rathalos...Open wide!" Teko giggles. The Roaring Moon assumes a defensive stance, its open jaws pointed at the Baxcalibur.

The Baxcalibur uses the energy to propel itself blade-first at the Roaring Moon like a rocket, and the Roaring Moon catches it by the blade in its mouth.

"NOW! DOWN!! AIM IT DOWN, GLAIVENUS!!" Cera screams.

The Baxcalibur fires the Dragon energy downwards, lifting it and the Roaring Moon upwards, and sort of suplexes it using the fin caught in its jaws as they arc upwards, flipping the Roaring Moon on its back, where it struggles helplessly.

"WH-WHAAA?!" Teko yells as his jaw drops. "C-come on, Rathalos! You can still do this! Get up, man!"

"It worked! IT WORKED!! You saw that, right, Glaivenus?! Our plan worked!" Cera yells happily, pointing at the immobilized Roaring Moon. "It's on the ropes...END them with Scale Shot!"

The Baxcalibur shakes its upper back to the beat of the song, and fires out several bursts of scales, also in time to the song. It holds up its Loaded Dice, and the scales shoot towards the Roaring Moon like missiles all at once, knocking it unconscious.

"So...You ready to give up, and save yourself the embarrassment, or do I have to knock some sense into you myself?" Cera asks.

"Man, that therapy hasn't changed you one lick, has it?! Whee hee hee hee...I'm fighting to the VERY LAST!! Kick her shit in, Maou!" Teko cackles manically, sending out a shiny Kingambit.

"Hey buddy buddy, ga-puddi...Yo, buddy, ga-puddi!" Teko cheers along with the song, in an attempt to hype up the Kingambit. His body is trembling even more now from adrenaline.

"Oh boy, this is the really annoying one..." Cera muses. "Uh...try hitting it with Glaive Rush again?"

"Nuh-uh! Counter with Iron Head!" Teko yells.

The Baxcalibur hurtles blade-first towards the Kingambit, which is in a defensive position. Right before impact, it parries the Baxcalibur's fin with its glowing horn blade, knocking it to the ground after getting knocked back a little. The Baxcalibur falls to the ground, unconscious.

"Welp, here comes the sweep...Let's see what you can do, Grunty..." Cera says, sending out a Hatterene.

"This one should be easy for you, Maou! Let's set up with Swords Dance!" Teko yells.

The Kingambit focuses, and several energy swords spin around it, cloaking it in a red aura.

"...Hmm..." Cera muses, before her eyes light up. "Grunty, set up Psychic Terrain."

The Hatterene slams its tentacle on the ground, filling the battlefield with swirling psychic energy.

"Now's our chance, Maou! Put her down with Iron Head again!" Teko says.

The Kingambit jumps up in the air, then dives down towards the Hatterene horn-first. When the dust clears, the Hatterene is sprawled out unconscious.

Cera breathes out deeply. "Here goes nothing...I believe in you, Samus!" she says, sending out an Armarouge with a Focus Sash tied around its head. She pulls out a Tera Orb from her Bag, sets it on the ground as it charges up energy, then, after bouncing it on her knees a bit, kicks it towards the Armarouge, Terastallizing it into a Psychic-type.

"WOOOO HOO HOO HOO!! So much fun, fun, FUN!! Let's give this party the send off it DESERVES!!" Teko cackles, manic, as his entire body shudders. He pulls a Tera Orb out of his pocket, bites its rim, spins around as it siphons up energy, and tosses it towards the Kingambit like a shotput, causing it to Terastallize into a Fairy-type.

"Alright, its weaknesses changed! Now! Hit it with Flash Cannon!!" Cera yells.

The Armarouge slams its pauldrons together, charges up an orb of silvery light, then fires a big beam at the Kingambit, tossing it back. The Tera Jewel atop the Kingambit's head shatters, and it doesn't get back up as Teko's jaw drops again.

"I...I won?" Cera says, incredulous. "I WON?! ALL RIGHT, I WON!!" she cheers. The Armarouge hops on her back, and they begin dancing around together.

"WOOOOOOO!!! YEAH!! Man, that was EPIC!! So damn cool! I wish I could erase that fight from my eyeballs and do it AGAIN!! Aha ha ha haaah!!" Teko cackles, hopping up and down. His Rotom Phone stops playing music.

"W...wait, you're not upset that you lost or anything? ...Why?" Cera asks.

"Uh, because you won! Obviously! We agreed on this entire thing because you wanted to see how strong you had gotten, dumbass!" Teko yells, slugging Cera in the arm while grinning ear to ear.

"Wha...I...I guess? This was probably just a fluke, though..." Cera stammers.

"Nuh-uh! You've gotten plenty powerful, you know that? Did you SEE that cool shit you were pulling in that fight?! Like that thing you did with Glaivenus...You managed to turn Rathalos' jaws against them, and then you suplexed them and stuff, and it was all like 'PFWOOOM!!'" he continues, miming an explosion with his hands.

"I can't understand a word that's coming out of your mouth, you babbling lunatic...It sounds nice, so I appreciate it regardless, though." Cera says, grinning and blushing slightly.

"Woo hoo hoo...Grusha ain't gonna stand a chance against you in that Gym match, man!" Teko says, beaming with pride. "I'm so happy I got to watch you get stronger..."

"Well...I'm glad I got you got to teach me." Cera says. "...But if you tell anyone about this, I'm going to grind your bones into powder."

"Whaaaat?? Nooo, why would I tell people I'm proud of you??" Teko says sarcastically. "Let's go get our teams fixed up, huh? We gotta get ready to leave...There's a long plane ride waiting for us."

He grabs his Rotom Phone out of the air, and the video cuts out.]