#also technically even that wouldn’t be right because I took a pic of my lighter after I found it but I already deleted that one

[kiradical]

I was tagged by @straight-strychnine for Lock Screen, last movie watched, last song listened to and last picture taken

No pressure tags: @highasfshit @california-andy @bearfacelie @lovethisfat37 @memesnotwelcome @sirhro @jeremy-allen-black and anyone else who wants to do this 🫶🏻

[cupidsintern]

oho i would love to hear about that second one please please (and ill post a pic of my bellbottoms tomorrow lol)

its my virgin!billy fic. ill just give u some of it lmao:

the other night i cried (while thinking of having sex with you) pt. 1

Billy prayed for this. 

Like, actually honest to god prayed- but in his defense he had been super drunk at the time. Drunk and crying. Alone. In his room. 

One of his lower points. Definitely not the lowest. 

And he hadn't put his hands together- but he was sort of sitting on his knees. Kind of. 

And he’d tilted his head up to his god-forsaken popcorn plastered ceiling and blinked a couple times and closed his eyes and thought:

Please let me lose my virginity to Steve Harrington. 

Shoot for the stars, right?

It had been one of those nights where he'd been at one of those parties and ended up in a room alone with one of those girls and she’d started pawing her way up his leg and he bolted. 

Very subtly bolted. But still. 

Made him feel sick. He took two showers. 

Maybe he would have felt better if he could have just like, stared himself down in the bathroom mirror and whispered ‘what's wrong with you?’. But he knew. 

Then he’d prayed. 

Then he’d fallen asleep and been hungover at breakfast and was sure his dad would notice- but he didn’t- so maybe even if his prayers weren’t gonna be answered, whatever Higher Power there was, was still cutting him some slack today. On a random Saturday. Rather than literally any other day he could have used a deus ex machina.

Nobody knew Billy was a virgin. I mean technically, some of his old friends knew, back home. But they were usually cool about it, because why wouldn't you be if you'd been friends for someone that long. But no one here knew. And thank god because being 18 and still being ‘inexperienced’ would get you endless shit but they didn't. Mostly because they had no way of finding out. Billy could have bagged loads of chicks back on the gold coast and no one doubted that. 

And it wasn't like Billy’d never gotten hot and heavy with anyone. It was just that. None of those people were. You know. Girls. 

Nobody he could actually talk about. Especially now. Even if he had friends other than fair-weather lackeys. 

And. You know. Steve.

Billy would never say he was friends with Steve outright, just because it seemed like one of those things that if you verbally confirmed it, then it would stop being true. Because he kind of couldn't believe that it was. 

It was Max’s fault for making him apologize. She said she didn't want Billy and her to keep fighting so much, that she missed being friends, and it was like pulling teeth but he asked what he could do to make amends. She said to apologize to Lucas, then apologize to Steve. Billy did that. 

Then Steve wouldn't leave him alone. 

And it wasn't like he could keep pretending to hate Steve- he'd taken that way too far. Couldn’t exactly pull Steve aside and say “Look I know you're trying to be nice but if you don’t leave me alone I’ll start being queer about it and I can’t let that happen again.”

So Steve kept being nice.

And Billy got kinda queer about it.

He really tried not to. Honest he did. But then again maybe he didn't. Because Steve smelled like department store Christmas and if he bought a two pack of lighters he always gave Billy the second one. He’d walk over sit with Billy at lunch and always say “this seat taken?” even if there was no one else around like it was a cheesy sitcom and he was just waiting for the laugh track to kick in.

Then it got to the point that if Billy tried to avoid Steve, Steve would track him down and ask if he was okay.

“You okay, man?”

Wasn't always ‘man,’ either. Sometimes it was “California” or “Bills” or even one time “tiger,” and that shit knocked Billy out. Pulled the rug right out from under him but- “Yeah, Harrington. I’m fine. Just getting some air.”

Billy asked Max what the fuck she’d told Steve about Billys life. She said if he wanted to ask her something he couldn't just barge into her room he had to knock first so he had to leave her room, close the door, knock, and wait for her to say “yeah” to open the door again and “For the second time, Maxine. What did you tell Harrington about me.”

“Nothing,” She was being honest too. “I didn't tell him anything, weirdo. I think he just wants to be friends.”

Friends.

Which was maybe worse than enemies.

Because it meant the sad, sad reality that Billy was just some incognito perv that didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of sleeping with Steve Harrington was made even more apparent.

Then came the ‘let’s hangout’s.

Steve started asking Billy if he wanted to hang out outside of school. Like go for lunch, then maybe ditch school after lunch, just not go back and drive around for a while. Then just ditch a day of school altogether and walk around downtown. Then spend an entire school holiday walking around downtown, chasing pigeons off the sidewalk and window shopping and spending a whole two hours in the one and only record shop trying to track down a tape Steve said he remembered having in the 8th grade.

Then-

“Hey! Bills, slow down,” Steve was trying to catch up to Billy in the hall.

Billy caught a whiff of hairspray and the Cleanest Woods You'd Ever Stick Your Nose In before he even turned his head.

“What are you doing after school tomorrow?” “Light arson. Why do you ask?”

Steve smiled. “You could do some light arson at my house. Sure I have some old homework you could burn.”

Billy wanted very badly to tell Steve that ‘that is not what arson is’. But he was still kind of hung up on being invited to Steve’s house. Steve’s illusive, gigantic house to which he had never been but always secretly wanted to go.

“I’m more of a book burning guy.” Billy smiled back- couldn't help himself. “Get me your address in third tomorrow, yeah?”

Steve’s smile got wider. “Sick.”

Billy got Steve’s address passed to him by the platinum blonde that sat next to him in third period. She teased the shiny strands all to hell every morning but there were always halfway to flat by 10am. She flicked the note onto his desk kind of carelessly, which Billy hated because didn't she know it was precious cargo? But also he didn't care because it wasn't a big deal going to Harrington’s house anyway.

Steve had drawn little stars around his house address. Like it was some big Destination.

What a dork. Billy traced his finger over one of the stars before shoving the note in his pocket.

-

pt. 2 maybe coming soon???

[observing-obliviousness]

All My Strength, For You

For Kaciart (https://kaciart.tumblr.com/post/623568650228596736). I am routinely inspired by your art to write these things. Some inspire more than others, and I may have an FFVII brewing in my mind from another recent pic. (Even though I know, like, nothing about it.) I love your work and am glad to be among the followers.

I know there isn’t much to go from, but I always imagine the training halls are at or below ground in this universe (the glaives’ areas obviously being an exception.) Here, it’s just below ground.

This is set the September before the events of the game. (Noct 20, Prom 19, Iggy 21, and Gladio 22)

Story under the cut. Also on ff.net

Prompto was somewhat enjoying his afternoon. Yeah, taking a few hits from Noctis wasn’t what most people call “fun”, but this was time he gets to spend with his friend.

He was still technically a recruit in the Crownsguard, but he had finished most of the basic training last month. Now it was just drilling those basics and building proficiency in his division, projectile weaponry. He thinks Noct was the one who pushed for him to get placement there, but he didn’t know for sure. He was shaping up to be as expert a marksman as Weskham Armaugh of his majesty’s retinue according to his instructors. He really hoped he was good enough to join Noctis’ retinue when he goes on his tour of Lucis.

A fist sailing closer to his face brought Prompto out of his thoughts and back to the moment. Right. Focus here, focus now, block the fist, kick the open side. He and Noctis were working on hand-to-hand combat in one of the Crownsguard’s satellite offices. And Noctis, of course, was winning more than losing.

“C’mon Prom, I know you can do better than that,” Noctis teased as he dodged the kick. Once upon a time, that would have hurt Prompto’s confidence.

Now it served to spur him on.

Prompto let out a short breath, readied his arms, and sprang at his friend.

BOOM

Everything seemed to slow as sudden tremors knocked the two of them off their feet.

Prompto noticed cracks forming in the wall as he fell. He managed to twist enough to cover Noctis when he landed. Noctis was dazed as he looked up at Prompto.

But he would not move until he was sure Noctis could get out safely, and he didn’t.

Not as another boom was heard through the ceiling.

Not as tremors rocked the area again.

Not as dust fell around them.

Not as he could hear the concrete cracking.

And certainly not as what felt like a ton of concrete landed on his back.

After an agonizing minute, Noctis’s eyes cleared.

“Astrals, Prom! -“

“You ok, buddy?” Prompto’s voice was breathy.

“Wha- Am I ok, are YOU ok?!” Noctis’s words got faster and faster the more he spoke, “Wait, no, stupid question. Of course, you’re not ok. A bunch of concrete just landed on top of you.”

Prompto’s weak smile turned into a grimace as some weight shifted. Rescuers were digging through the rubble or the debris was settling.

Noctis thought of how he could signal the rescuers when something wet landed on his face. He looked to Prompto and saw blood on what hair and clothes he could see.

“Noct,” Prompto breathed, his voice barely a whisper, “Get out of here. You can send someone for me when you climb out.”

“No Prom, I won’t leave you.”

“Please. Help can find me faster if you show then where I am.”

Noctis looked away with a frown, tears in his eyes. “Why do this?”

“Because you’re my friend. I’d give everything for you.”

Noctis could only stare in shock and wonder.

“So please.”

At that, Noctis’s face set in determination. “I will make sure they come back for you; I swear.”

Prompto gave a small nod. Noctis nodded back and wriggled out from underneath Prompto as quickly and gently as he could. He spotted a small opening up and to his right. With one last look at his friend, the Prince of Lucis began to climb.

Rescue teams and Crownsguard worked frantically to clear the rubble. According to the younger Lords Amicitia and Scientia, Prince Noctis was in the building when it collapsed. They set to work immediately after the bomb-induced tremors ceased. That was an hour ago.

The sky continued to darken slowly as crews worked to dig those trapped out. They had already pulled 15 other Crownsguard out with nearly 20 more still buried. They had a long night ahead of them.

The Prince’s shield and advisor rushed over to a commotion a little deeper in the hole. The crew there found another person. They worked quickly to uncover the person and found another Crownsguard. He was unconscious but alive. The young lords sighed to themselves and kept digging. They would not leave until his highness was safe.

Climbing through the rubble was hard. The spaces were incredibly cramped and there were a few places he just barely squeezed through. After what felt like hours, Noctis could just see some slivers of light. His climbing became more frantic but there were no spaces big enough to get through.

“Damn it!” He slammed his fist on the concrete right above him.

Noctis sighed and dropped his head. Can’t go any further until I’m unburied. He took another breath and slowly let it out. Looking up, he breathed in deep and shouted as loud as he could.

“HELP! SOMEONE! I’M DOWN HERE!”

Ignis wiped the sweat from his brow. He, Gladiolus, and the rest of the rescue crew have been digging people out of the rubble for over two hours now and there was still no sign of Noctis. He had hoped to find His Prince by now. Ignis knew that he and Prompto were in the training hall working on hand-to-hand, but he still held hope that Noctis and his friend were not too far down.

A faint noise froze Ignis in his movement.

“Iggy?” Gladiolus asked from his left.

“Shh, I thought I heard something.” Ignis motioned with his hand to still his fellow retainer.

They both stood in silence for a few moments before Ignis heard the sound again.

“Over there! A voice!” Ignis pointed in front of him before carefully running over. Gladiolus and a few others followed.

“HELLO! CAN YOU HEAR ME DOWN THERE?”

“……Iggy……Is that you?” The voice was soft through the rubble but definitely familiar.

“NOCT, IS THAT YOU?”

The crews in earshot gasped.

“…Yeah…I climbed as far as I could…but I’m stuck here.”

“DON’T WORRY. WE’LL GET YOU OUT.”

Gladiolus pushed away some concrete and motioned for the other crew to do the same. Ignis joined the effort. The digging was a little more rushed.

Noctis could hear the people moving above him. He doubted that Ignis heard him when he said that Prompto was further down, but he can tell his advisor when he’s a little closer. He could feel the dust fall on top of him as the light peeking through got stronger.

A crack above him suddenly flooded with light. He flinched a little but was able to wiggle his hand through.

Ignis looked for another piece of concrete he could lift when a slight movement caught his eye. A hand. He knelt by the hand only to find Noctis staring back at him through the crack.

“Noct,” Ignis breathed, “Are you alright?”

Noctis gave a slight cough. “I’m uninjured. But…Prom’s further down. He’s hurt, bad. He…he shielded me from the collapse. He told me to climb out and direct the crews to find him.”

“Alright, we’ll get you out then dig for Prompto.”

“Ok, but I’m not leaving until he’s out.”

Ignis nodded and stood back up. The crew had stopped while he and Noctis were speaking. A look got them moving again. A few more pieces of concrete moved out of the way and Gladiolus was able to pull Noctis from the rubble.

“Are you ok?” The shield rumbled.

“I’m fine, but Prom…”

“We’ll find him, Noct,” Ignis reassured, “Just tell us where to go.”

Prompto’s eyes drooped. He felt like he had been kneeling there for ages. The weight on his back became harder and harder to keep up with his shaking arms and legs. He knew he couldn’t let his arms buckle or lock, or he’d be looking death in the eye. His hands and knees dug into the concrete below him painfully. He wouldn’t be surprised to find them covered in blood by the time he got out.

He was also finding it hard to keep his eyes open. They drooped over and over again as his head fell forward. Sleep sounded so good. Maybe a short nap…

NO! Sleep means that the arms collapse and that means death. Do not fall asleep!

But keeping awake was hard.

Dust fell around him.

“You’re sure he’s around here?”

“I’m positive, Gladio.”

The crew with Ignis and Gladiolus followed Noctis’ directions and started digging where he indicated. They had been digging for nearly half an hour. Gladiolus had a few doubts about his Prince’s word. He raised an eyebrow.

“I’m sure. The spaces I could get through were always on my front right. I retraced my movements from where you pulled me out. We should be almost directly above him.”

Gladiolus sighed. “Ok. We’ll keep digging.”

Sleep was nearly impossible to fight off at this point. Yet Prompto remained awake. His head was about to drop again when something shifted. Somehow, the weight on him got lighter.

“What?” He murmured.

A beam of light cut through the dust almost right in front of him. Prompto stared at it for a while before putting two and two together. Rescue was close.

“Hello? Anyone up there?” he said as loud as he could.

The light cut off as feet suddenly appeared in front of him. Prompto looked as high as possible but couldn’t see the person’s face.

“Prompto?” he heard as the other knelt in front of him.

“Iggy?” Prompto’s voice wavered and wobbled like his arms.

“Yes. We’ve almost got you completely unburied. Just hold on a little longer.”

Ignis’ legs then feet disappeared as he climbed out of the hole. To help with getting me out, I guess? Prompto could feel the weight lessen as more time passed. He thought maybe another ten minutes after Ignis left, a different set of feet appeared. Arms then hooked underneath his shoulders and pulled him forward.

Prompto’s arms hung uselessly and his legs dragged through the dust as whoever removed him from the pocket put their arm under his and pulled him to their chest. Prompto looked up to see his rescuer was Gladiolus.

“Gladio…?”

“Shh, it’s ok. You’re almost free.”

“’m tired.”

“Then sleep. You’ve earned it.”

A week later saw Prompto still recovering in the hospital. The entirety of his back was shredded from the falling concrete. His hands and knees were in a similar state. He sustained a slight concussion from the falling concrete as well. The hospital staff refused to let him leave until his back was healed to the point where he could sleep on his back like normal and raise his arms without pain.

“You know you didn’t have to do that.”

“I know, Noct,” Prompto sighed. They had this conversation before. “I wanted to.”

“Still doesn’t mean you should.”

“And let you die? Not a chance in hell.”

Noctis fell silent at that. He couldn’t argue the point when he would do the same.

“Anything you want?”

“Can you tell me how the bombers are doing in the Marshall’s interrogations?”

Noctis gave his friend a mischievous smile at that.

King Regis ordered a thorough investigation immediately after word of the bombing reached him. He pushed Clarus Amicitia to head the investigation upon hearing that Noctis was also in the building upon its collapse.

Investigators found a group of protestors to be responsible for the bombing. Nearly everyone in the group were brought in for questioning. Marshall Leonis was conducting the interrogations himself. The protestors cracked right away and pointed to a specific person as the instigator. That person went missing from Insomnia the day after the attack.

“They cracked like eggs. Cor is also working on measures to make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

Prompto smiled and went to sleep.

Poor Prom ended up stuck there for about three hours. Noct took about an hour to get to the spot where Gladio pulled him out, Gladio and Ignis took another hour after he got there to actually pull him out, and getting Prompto out took another hour. My dude was so sore. It took a physical therapist nearly a week to get his muscles to fully relax. He also had a hot bath at least once a day for a month.

I also feel like this might feel into the claustrophobia we see in game. I know like it's more likely from the MT pods, but this might've exacerbated the issue.

[zephfair]

Day 4 Bleach fic Grimmichi

Day 4 of the 30-Day AU Challenge

Day 4: Babysitting AU

All-human AU comedy somewhere in the U.S. with a bigger age gap between the twins and Ichigo.

Grimmjow slammed his tray down on the cafeteria table, and the couple sitting on the opposite side jumped apart. Sometimes it took extremes to get the two to stop sucking face, and frankly, Grimmjow was sick of it. Embarrassed for the two losers and sick of it.

It didn’t seem to bother Ulquiorra or Orihime who went back to hand-feeding each other choice bits of the university lunch. Grimmjow didn’t consider any of the swill choice but it was cheap and he was always hungry.

“So what are we doing this weekend?” he asked with his mouth full of stringy chicken nuggets and ketchup.

“It is only Monday,” Ulquiorra informed him.

“I know that. But I need something to look forward to or I won’t make it through the week.”

“Actually, I have plans already. I’m going to babysit for an old friend from high school,” Orihime said.

Ulquiorra pulled away. “But I got us tickets to the arts festival at the capital, along with the special concerts.”

“You have a high school friend that already has a kid?” Grimmjow was nosy.

“Oh no!” Orihime took Ulquiorra’s hands. “You know how much I’ve been wanting to go to that, but I never thought you’d manage to get tickets! It’s been sold out for months!”

“I pulled some strings. Anything for you.”

“Hello, your friend? With the kid?” Grimmjow wouldn’t let it go.

“Oh, well he’s not really my friend...”

“He?” Ulquiorra pulled back from her embrace.

“It’s more like I was friends with his son.”

“His son?” Now Ulquiorra pulled away.

“I’m not explaining this well, am I? I was friends with Ichigo in high school and now his dad has to go to a conference this weekend and he needs someone to watch his girls. They’re twins. Their mom died when they were born.”

“How long will he be gone?”

“Ichigo,” Grimmjow pondered. “The orange-haired kid? Freshman?”

“Yes, that’s him! We were in the same class!”

“Why can’t he watch them?” Ulquiorra grumbled.

“Because his dad doesn’t want him to be bothered. He has classes and then some kind of debate club trip, and his dad just wants him to enjoy university life.”

“When are you supposed to work?”

“I’m picking up the girls Friday after school to Sunday night.”

“And the father doesn’t have any other friends?”

Grimmjow tuned out the couple’s argument and let his mind wander. He knew exactly who Ichigo was. Grimmjow was a senior in the kendo club, and he’d been the one to take on the kid when he applied for the club. He grinned at the memory. Their faculty adviser had been conveniently distracted by the other seniors so Grimmjow had the chance to wale on the kid.

Only, the freshman had shocked him with a good fight and then, when Grimmjow had started to cheat, he’d thrown down too and they’d had a very refreshing brawl that didn’t end until Shawlong had grabbed him and yelled that the adviser was coming back.

Ichigo had easily made the club, but since then, he’d stuck close to the other freshmen and far away from Grimmjow.

It was disappointing. Especially since Ichigo was strong, smart, had a sassy mouth on him, and also a really fine ass. Too bad he hadn’t been able to corner Ichigo alone again.

“I’ll do it,” Grimmjow said suddenly.

There was a silence so pregnant it started contractions. Ulquiorra and Orihime stared at him.

“Uh, Grimmjow, that’s really nice of you but I don’t think...”

“You? Watch children? Preposterous.”

Now Grimmjow was offended. “Hey, I watched Nel when she was a rugrat and she’s still alive.”

“Does that explain the scar on her head?” Ulquiorra asked.

“Fuck you,” Grimmjow said companionably. “And I’ll have you know, kids love me.”

Ulquiorra harrumphed. Orihime still looked uncomfortable. So he tried a white lie that was still technically true. “I could really use the cash. You could check in with us on FaceTime. You know I can be nice when I really wanna be.”

“I don’t know, Grimmjow...”

“How bad can two little girls be?”

“Um, Grimmjow—”

“I know little boys, fuck, I was one and I know what brats they are. But little girls are, like, sugar and spice and all that nice shit. Besides, girls love me.”

“Uh,” was all Orihime could say.

Now was the first time Grimmjow had ever seen Ulquiorra smirk but when he thought back on it, he should have felt the cold wind of foreboding. Ulquiorra had caught on that he shouldn’t be arguing against it if he wanted Orihime alone for the weekend.

“I’m sure he would be fine,” he offered a sickly looking smile when Orihime turned to him in shock. “He did used to watch over Nel. And he’s in charge of the kendo club. And he’s—” It looked like Ulquiorra was struggling to come up with any more positives about Grimmjow.

“I would never drink or smoke around kids. Hell, I won’t even swear.”

“I don’t know,” Orihime said slowly.

“We’ll return on Sunday so we could go right over. And take them out for ice cream,” Ulquiorra tried to win her over. Orihime thought about it.

“Well, if you promise to FaceTime. Every couple hours. And make sure you go over all the emergency protocols Mr. Kurosaki left with me. And you’ll have to meet him first, so he approves.”

“No problem,” Grimmjow’s smile was wide and showed teeth. “Parents love me.”

Orihime giggled weakly. Then she went back to feeding pudding to Ulquiorra who was whispering something about plans for the weekend.

Grimmjow kept the smile even through his lousy lunch. Taking care of Ichigo’s little sisters for a weekend would be the absolute best way of impressing him and showing him how responsible he really was. It would have Ichigo eating out of his hand, only not literally ‘cause that shit was reserved for gross losers like Ulquiorra. No, Grimmjow would babysit the shit out of the kids and Ichigo could show him his thanks and gratitude in other ways. In Grimmjow’s bedroom. Oh yeah.

It was a perfect plan that couldn’t go wrong.

****

Orihime must have really wanted to get Ulquiorra alone because she somehow broke the news to Mr. Kurosaki and got Grimmjow okayed without them even meeting. She brought over house keys and several pages of printed instructions and phone numbers as well as her hand-written notes on the girls. Grimmjow glanced at it out of courtesy then tossed it on his desk. As if he needed hints on entertaining kids. Just turn on the TV and let the little buggers amuse themselves. Order pizza for dinner, pour cereal for breakfast. He had that shit covered.

Orihime hugged him with thanks before she and Ulquiorra left on Friday. “I’m sure everything will be fine. Just take care, okay? Karin can be a little bit of a handful.”

“I told ya, I got it covered,” Grimmjow pushed her away before Ulquiorra could do more than glower.

“And call me!” Orihime yelled back at him as Ulquiorra escorted her forcibly out of the room.

Grimmjow threw a few things in a backpack, pocketed the keys and took off to meet the girls outside their school. It was a bit of a walk from the university campus, but the elementary school was close to the family home to make the kids’ walk convenient.

He leaned against the post of the school’s gate and ignored the murmurings of the moms gathered to pick up their kids. He tapped out a cigarette from his pack before remembering his promise and stowing it away.

Then the bell rang and all hell broke loose. Orihime had sent him pictures of the girls, but the sudden rush of children overwhelmed Grimmjow. They all looked alarmingly alike—small, fast and annoyingly loud as they shrieked their happiness about it being Friday.

He scanned the crowd and even took out his phone to look at the pics again but he didn’t see any matches.

The crowd was starting to thin out when he felt a poke right in his stomach.

“Ow, what the heeeee—ck.” He looked down and found his charges.

There was no doubt that the dark-haired little girl whose poking finger was still extended was related to Ichigo—her scowl looked exactly like her brother’s default expression. The lighter-haired girl was clinging to her from behind.

“Well, if it isn’t Thing 1 and Thing 2,” he said.

“Shut it, Blue Dude. I’m Karin and this is Yuzu,” the girl pointed her thumb behind her. “And you’re Grimmy.”

“Grimmjow,” he corrected.

“Whatever, Grimmy.”

He gritted his teeth but leaned down so they were more face to face. Yuzu squeaked and hid her face in Karin’s back. “How did you know it was me?”

“Hime said you were big, blue hair and dumb-looking. No one else around here comes close to that,” Karin said.

“Shiiiii—p, that wasn’t very nice of her,” Grimmjow bit back the curse word and his true feelings.

Karin sniggered. “But it was true.”

“Karin,” Yuzu’s voice was quiet but chastising. She looked up, right into Grimmjow’s eyes. “She also sent us a picture of you, so we’d know to look for you.”

“Well, that was very nice of her,” Grimmjow gave her a sincere little smile. She blushed and ducked her head again. Heh, he’d already won the one over. He looked back into the narrowed eyes of Karin and knew he still had a way to go. “So, who wants to stop at McDonald’s on the way home?”

“That’ll ruin our dinner,” Karin told him and Yuzu nodded.

It was going to be dinner, but Grimmjow let it slide for now. “Well, it’s a nice day. Is there anywhere else you want to go before we head home?”

Karin and Yuzu exchanged a long look and Grimmjow felt the first cold fingers of fear slide down his spine. They looked up at him as one and said, “Yes, please.”

After four hours of hitting every shop between the school and the house, Grimmjow was finally able to corral the girls into their home. He’d seen every single store that sold toys or candy or snacks, and had even been cajoled into taking a detour to a pet store to pet puppies and kitties. The girls had some pocket money of their own which they hoarded and bargained for in a way that impressed Grimmjow.

He’d also quickly found out that Karin was the runner, walking along beside him one moment and an instant later darting into a store half a block away. He’d had to keep a firm hold on her bookbag after the second time, but his arm almost ached from holding her back.

Yuzu had shyly offered her hand to hold when they’d reached the first intersection. Grimmjow was charmed over by her timid obedience right up until she’d hauled him into a convenience store and asked to look at every single brand of candy they offered.

At least they had graciously allowed him to buy McDonald’s to take home for dinner.

They chattered at each other as they enjoyed their Happy Meals and Grimmjow dug into his Big Macs. After a few minutes, Yuzu mentioned “Ichi” and Grimmjow’s ears perked.

“Is that what you call your big brother?”

“Yep, but he doesn’t like it much,” Yuzu giggled.

“Do you know Ichi?” Karin asked.

“Sure do. He joined my kendo club. I’m the senior in charge.”

Karin snorted. “Ichi’s awesome at kendo. Bet ya he’s better than you.”

Grimmjow grit his teeth again. “I beat him the very first day.”

Karin shrugged and ate another fry. “Whatever. He probably let you win.”

Grimmjow’s eye twitched and he turned to Yuzu. “What do you think about your big brother?”

Grimmjow listened to the rambling stories about adventures with Ichigo, and it was clear the girls loved him, even if Yuzu was the only one who idolized him. He was amazed that someone as young as Karin could be so unimpressed by bullshit.

But he couldn’t get any straight answers to his most important questions—if Ichigo dated in high school, if he liked boys or girls or both, what he did for fun, if he liked anyone at college.

As they were cleaning up the takeout mess, Karin sidled up to him.

“Hey, I have some old pictures of Ichigo in his high school kendo club.”

“That’s nice?” Grimmjow didn’t know where this was going.

“I’ll sell them to you for five bucks.”

“Fuuuu—” Grimmjow’s eyes darted to Yuzu “—dge, no. That’s ridiculous.”

“Fine. I’ll sell you his favorite sleeping boxers for 10.”

Grimmjow was tempted for a second but said firmly, “No.”

“OK, how about I don’t tell him you were asking all these questions about him.”

Grimmjow’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Twenty bucks,” Karin said smugly and Yuzu giggled her approval and said, “I think it’s nice that you like Ichi.”

Grimmjow scrubbed at his face with his hands. “Fine. Twenty dollars and you keep this between us.”

“Deal.” Karin held out her hand until Grimmjow fumbled for his wallet and handed her the bill.

He was ready to scream.

So he went back to his original plan of turning on the TV and telling the girls to find something they liked. They took turns flipping through the channels as he sat on the couch behind them and lurked on Ichigo’s social media. It seemed like the debate team had made it safely to their tournament.

He was walking back from the bathroom when he realized that the girls had turned off the TV and were looking at him.

“What the fuuuuu—n do you want now? Isn’t it about your bedtime?”

“Do you know how to fight?” Karin asked him.

“Well, yeah. I’ve been doing kendo forever. I’ve trained in martial arts.”

“What about self-defense?”

The fingers tickled down his spine again but he ignored their warning. “Uh, sure, I—”

They attacked without further warning. Yuzu hit him low, wrapping limpet-like around his legs to immobilize, while Karin went high, jumping onto the couch then leaping onto his back with all her weight.

Grimmjow went down with a yell and a crash. Someone poked his eyes and another hit him in the crotch. He made a noise that he’d never heard before and curled up like a pill bug. He may have whimpered.

“Daddy and Ichi taught us what to do if someone ever grabs us or does something that we don’t like.” Karin was standing over him, one foot firmly on his ribcage. Grimmjow looked up at them through streaming eyes.

“We’re supposed to yell and tell,” Yuzu said.

“And beat the hell out of them,” Karin added.

“You two are fuuu—dging terrifying,” he told them in all honesty.

Yuzu beamed. “Good night, sleep tight!”

“Pleasant dreams,” Karin said and they went to get ready for bed.

Grimmjow went to sleep in Ichigo’s room and locked the door.

***

Despite going to bed at nine—well, after rummaging unashamedly through Ichigo’s things that he’d left behind then playing on his phone—Grimmjow slept in longer than he wanted on Saturday. He heard noise in the kitchen that meant the girls were up already.

He refused to feel embarrassment about his reaction the night before, but now he knew what to look out for. He could do this. He was prepared.

Twelve hours later, Grimmjow was forced to admit that he was not prepared.

It had started on his walk into the kitchen when he slammed face-first into the clear cling-wrap stretched firmly over the door opening. The girls had giggled and high-fived over their bowls of cereal.

He grabbed the coffee pot to fill it, but when he turned on the faucet, the sprayer hit him full blast with cold water. The girls cheered again.

Grimmjow wiped his dripping face and took a deep breath.

But it had already set the tone for the day.

Karin came up with every single prank she could and doled them out at exactly the worst times.

Yuzu gazed up at him with her big eyes and proceeded to talk him into anything she wanted.

Can I braid your hair? Will you play ball with me? Let’s paint nails! I’ll kick and you chase it! Let me try out my new makeup on you; Orihime gave it to me for my birthday! I think I left my backpack at the park—run back and find it.

By dinnertime, Grimmjow was agreeing to anything they wanted, as long as he could sit down to do it. That was how they not only had pizza and chocolate and an entire two-liter of soda but also how they got to watch the first hour of a horror movie before he realized that might only give them ideas.

It was when he’d dozed off on the couch that they’d struck the final blow—re-doing the makeup with extra vengeance and adding every hair accessory they owned to his head. Grimmjow woke up with a start but they’d already escaped giggling to their bedroom. He was pretty sure it was the fake shutter sound of a cellphone camera that had awakened him and he shuddered.

And when he went to get a drink of water, he found that Karin had finished the day the way it had started—with a faceful of cold sprayed water. He sputtered and gave up.

He was still damp and bruised and so very, very tired, too exhausted to even wash the smeared makeup off his face as he lay on the living room floor.

When the front door opened he muttered, “If you’re a burglar or a murderer go ahead and do you what you want to me. It can’t be worse than them.”

“You look like hell,” Ichigo informed him, dropping his duffel beside Grimmjow’s head and looming over him. “My sisters better not be in the same shape as you.”

“Bite me,” Grimmjow groaned and rolled onto his side as Ichigo’s foot caught him in the same bruise that Karin had left on his ribs the night before. “Oh my god, your sisters are demons! And you’re just as bad!”

“How dare you, my sisters are the most precious angels on this earth,” Ichigo thought for a second and added, “I’ll give you Karin though. She does have some pretty alarming tendencies.”

“Alarming? Alarming doesn’t begin to cover it!” Grimmjow’s voice rose in pitch as he sat up. “They’re menaces! I just don’t understand how they can have all that energy. They should bottle whatever shit they’re on and sell it to college students. It’d make a fortune!”

“I think it’s called youthful enthusiasm or something. I don’t remember being like that.” Ichigo was fighting to keep a grin off his face but he finally gave in. “Nice makeover. Green eye stuff looks good on you.”

Grimmjow’s hands flew toward his face but he tried to turn it into giving Ichigo both middle fingers. Ichigo snickered.

“They’re merciless,” Grimmjow flopped back to the floor.

“Tell me about it. I’m kind of glad to see you still alive.”

“At this point, me too.” He stared at the ceiling, head pillowed on his hands. “But I have another day of this. They could still win.”

Ichigo chuckled and collapsed on the couch above him, swinging his leg to kick Grimmjow companionably in the head. Then it literally hit him.

“Hey. I thought you weren’t supposed to be here.”

“Like I’m going to leave my sisters alone with you all weekend,” Ichigo kicked him again. He looked exhausted too. “The debate team just got back from our trip. I had them drop me off here.”

“You win?”

“We took second.”

“Good job.” Grimmjow reached up and grabbed his swinging foot. He ran his hand up to gently hold the bony ankle. “So Orihime is coming over tomorrow and taking the brats for ice cream or something. I think I’ll dump them on her and nap.”

“That’s smart,” Ichigo’s yawn was audible.

“You wanna go to bed?”

Ichigo froze and his leg stopped swinging. “Uh...”

Grimmjow worked up his best tired leer. “You could give me one happy memory of this weekend.”

Ichigo’s leg went back into motion with a tap-tap on his forehead. “Sorry, I don’t kiss anyone wearing as much makeup as you.”

Grimmjow made an exaggerated kissy face when he heard a tiny voice call out, “Ichi? Is that really you?”

“Hey, Karin. Hey, Yuzu.”

“Ichi!” the girls barreled through the living room and jumped onto him. Grimmjow heard his breath go out with a little “oof” but he was too busy cradling his knee that Karin had stepped on.

“I thought you weren’t going to be here,” Karin accused as Yuzu hugged Ichigo’s neck tightly.

“Well, I wasn’t supposed to be, but we got back a little early and I couldn’t just leave you two alone with Grimmjow. God knows he hasn’t had any training to deal with the likes of you two. You might have had him tied up or for sale on eBay.”

“Grimmy’s cool, Ichi,” Yuzu giggled. “We like him!”

“And he likes you,” Karin confided. “He was asking us all kinds of stuff about you.”

“He has a crush on you!” Yuzu agreed.

Grimmjow felt his face begin to burn and he sat up abruptly. “You little thieves! I paid you $20 hush money!”

“Well, if you wanted total silence, you should have made it 40,” Karin told him.

Grimmjow grabbed at his own hair but ran into the various clips and barrettes. He hid his face in his bent knees until he felt a small hand pet him. “It’s okay, Grimmy,” Yuzu said.

“Yeah, we won’t even tell Dad we saw you guys kissing,” Karin said.

“What?! We weren’t kissing!” Ichigo sputtered.

“Sixty bucks or we tell him we saw tongue.”

“You vile monsters. Off to bed with you!” And with an exaggerated roar, Ichigo jumped to his feet and swung Karin upside down. “Help me, Grimmy!”

Grimmjow growled too and leaped up, grabbing for Yuzu who was shrieking in delight. He carried her on his hip like an oversized toddler and followed Ichigo with his Karin-barnacle to the girls’ room. Before they caught up, Yuzu snuggled her face into his neck and whispered, “We really do like you, Grimmy. And I think Ichi does too. He was smiling at you.”

“Thanks, kid,” Grimmjow’s voice was rough and he squeezed the girl a little tighter before tossing her to bounce on the bed beside Karin with another round of laughs.

“Now, you’ve run roughshod all over Grimmy today. Time for you to sleep and recharge for your attacks tomorrow!” Ichigo told them.

“Okay, Ichi. ‘Night! ‘Night, Grimmy!”

Grimmjow turned off the light, and Ichigo shut the door behind them.

“Will they actually sleep now?”

“Yeah, it’s kind of creepy. They can be going a hundred miles an hour but when they hit the bed, boom. It’s like a robot powering down. Come to think of it, maybe that’s how they conserve their energy,” Ichigo mused.

“Maybe,” Grimmjow gave in to the urge to yawn and stretch, reaching up to the ceiling with his fingertips. He looked at Ichigo just in time to see his eyes fall away from the slice of bare skin the move had exposed between Grimmjow’s T-shirt and his jeans. He smirked. “Now. Where were we? Didn’t someone say something about kissing?”

He was gratified to see that Ichigo’s eyes went right to his mouth so he licked his own bottom lip and sucked it in a little. Ichigo’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

Grimmjow took a chance, but hey, what did he have to lose? The worst Ichigo could do was turn the girls loose to beat him up again.

Grimmjow stepped closer and Ichigo backed into the wall. Grimmjow put a hand on the wall beside his head and leaned in. He heard Ichigo’s breath hitch and hold, and he loved the sound so much he decided to tease some more.

With his free hand, he cupped Ichigo’s cheek, running his thumb over the cheekbone slowly, then sliding his hand down to Ichigo’s jaw. He brushed his thumb this time over Ichigo’s bottom lip and back to its center, pushing with the barest pressure until it opened slightly.

Grimmjow was staring at Ichigo’s mouth but glanced up into his eyes when Ichigo let loose a ragged breath. His pupils were blown, dark in the dim hall-light, and his eyes closed a little when the tip of his tongue reached out to give a tiny lick to the pad of Grimmjow’s thumb.

Enough teasing. Grimmjow leaned down that little bit more and met Ichigo’s warm mouth with his own. His lips were just full enough, just soft enough, more than eager enough, and it made Grimmjow moan. The vibration encouraged Ichigo to open his mouth and Grimmjow licked right into it, tasting Ichigo fully for the first time.

Ichigo grasped at Grimmjow’s waist, making him jump a little at the sudden clench, but Ichigo only slid his hands lower, just at the top of Grimmjow’s ass, and pulled him closer. Ichigo opened his mouth wider and his tongue chased Grimmjow’s back.

Grimmjow had both hands in Ichigo’s hair, not to hold him steady but to keep him close, closer, it wasn’t close enough. Then Ichigo did knead at his ass and with a groan, Grimmjow let his hips grind against Ichigo’s. Ichigo bucked away from the wall to meet him eagerly.

Grimmjow broke for an instant to gulp in air and licked at Ichigo’s jaw as he struggled for breath. He bit gently and nibbled over to Ichigo’s ear, biting the lobe hard enough to make Ichigo moan. Ichigo’s mouth chased him and caught his willing lips, and it was Ichigo who bit his bottom lip then soothed it with more licks. And Ichigo who sucked frenziedly at Grimmjow’s tongue when it found its way back into his mouth.

Grimmjow was rubbing his groin against Ichigo’s with each press of Ichigo’s hands on his ass when they heard a cell phone ring. Ichigo stopped an instant then went right back to grinding. Grimmjow had to suck in a ragged breath and break the kiss.

“Ichi,” he cleared his rough excuse for a voice. “Ichigo. That’s Orihime.”

“Okay,” Ichigo licked a long stripe up Grimmjow’s throat, over his Adam’s apple to his jaw. Grimmjow did a full-body shiver.

“No, I have to talk to her. About the girls. She’ll freak if I don’t answer.” Grimmjow couldn’t resist one more hard kiss to Ichigo’s lips that turned into another three grinds before he growled and stepped away to turn his back on temptation.

“Shit,” he fumbled his phone out of his pocket. “What.”

“Oh, Grimmjow. Wow. How’s it going?”

“Fine. We’re all fine. Goodbye.”

“Wait a second! Ulquiorra has to see—has to talk to you! Ulquiorra!”

Grimmjow fumed as the phone fumbled hands and then bit off a groan as Ichigo’s hands crept around his waist and smoothed over his stomach as he involuntarily sucked in his abs. “Shit, don’t do that, I can’t think when—”

“Oh. Orihime was right.” Ulquiorra’s face was as close to mirth as Grimmjow had ever seen. Anyone else would have been laughing hysterically, and Grimmjow remembered suddenly that he was still bearing the stigma of the girls’ impromptu makeover.

“You done? I’ve got better things to do,” he growled, his eyes almost rolling back when one of Ichigo’s adventurous hands started toying with his belt.

“I like the lipstick. Strawberry, is it?” Ulquiorra’s lips twitched.

“Cherry actually,” Ichigo popped his head up over Grimmjow’s shoulder and into the camera’s view. “Tell Orihime everything is under control here. Now we do have to go because he really does have someone better to do.”

“Ichigo,” Grimmjow purred in appreciation of the snark and circled his ass back into Ichigo’s groin. Ichigo ground against him in return and bit the side of his neck.

“Grimmy,” Ichigo moaned and Grimmjow ended the call. He turned and pushed Ichigo into the wall in one move.

“Don’t call me that.”

Ichigo looked at him from under his eyelashes and licked his own lips. “What should I call you?”

“Any damn thing you want to, if you keep looking at me like that.”

Ichigo flicked his forehead suddenly. “You’re so easy, Grimmy.”

Grimmjow reared back but Ichigo’s other hand on his ass didn’t let him go far. Ichigo smirked. “Come on. Let’s go to my room. To sleep. I’m not as easy as you.”

Grimmjow grumbled just for the looks of it, but he followed willingly. Until they got to the bathroom and Ichigo hip-checked him. “Don’t you know it’s not good to sleep in your makeup? Go wash it off.”

“Are you always this bossy?”

“You like it.” Ichigo bussed a kiss to his cheek and Grimmjow felt both cheeks burn.

“I might.”

“So wash up, brush your hair and meet me in my room.”

Grimmjow jumped to obey. As he scrubbed off the makeup, he stared at himself in the mirror. And grinned.

Until he made it to Ichigo’s room and found out the girls were claiming they had nightmares and wanted to sleep in the living room with Ichigo.

Then he swore he’d pay any amount to have Orihime take the twins out the entire afternoon, alone, so he could show Ichigo just how he felt about him. From the heated look and the quick kiss Ichigo sneaked him before leaving him the bed alone, he didn’t think Ichigo would mind.

** When Isshin comes home to find out that his son is dating the babysitter and his daughters already love him, he gives Grimmjow one unforgettable shovel talk.

*Every single time I hear Grimmjow’s Resurreccion command, my mind goes right to the gutter.

[sage-nebula]

Breath of the Wild Update Photo Post

It’s that time (and perhaps the final time?!) once again, my friends. Since I haven’t posted screenshots in a long while, you get them all in this post. I’ve actually done everything in Breath of the Wild that I plan to do for now (aside from beating Ganon a second time and doing the DLC quests when they release), so this should theoretically be the last post like this that I make. That said, there will be spoilers for some shrine quests and other things, so be wary of that moving forward.

With that said---have this:

Okay, as funny as these pictures are, you have no idea how much of a pain in the ass it was to complete this. I spent literal hours, in real life, trying to trigger a Blood Moon. I want to say it took about four in real life hours? Possibly more? It was ridiculous. Never put me through that again, Nintendo. Please. 

However, I do like how ridiculous Link looks, standing in his underwear under a Blood Moon, hehe.

“I don’t even want the Thunder Helm,” I said. “I’m only getting it so I can complete the sidequest,” I said.

Yeah, okay. That opinion has since been revised. The Thunder Helm is awesome. I know it might be hard to tell, but I swear to god the third pic was taken after the second. I can stand there and allow Link to be electrocuted and he takes no damage so long as he’s wearing the Thunder Helm. How cool is that?! It came in very handy for the Thundra Plateau shrine quest, let me tell you. Thank you for letting me borrow it, Riju. Much appreciated.

tfw you get to have a chat with a baby. (Okay, really, Farosh was just minding her own business, but it looks like she was looking directly at Link.)

Look. You can’t blame me for trying. (It didn’t work. I got electrocuted. Maybe if I wear the Rubber Armor + Thunder Helm, though . . .)

Friendly reminder that Link is the commoner of the Champions’ Host Club.

This entire song was a host of Zelink goodness, but I especially like this bit, because “hand-in-hand” sounds so equal, and yes. Yes, they are equals, especially in this game when Zelda has been holding Ganon prisoner for one hundred years. 

I’m very amused that you’re not allowed to say “nah.”

Tbh, I probably didn’t have to have Link in his underwear for this one, but if you think I wasn’t going to be as Extra™ as possible when taking on a challenge from The Most Extra of Goron Brothers™, then you’ve got another think coming.

Like, okay, listen . . . you can slump over, half-dead on the pedestal if you want. But could you just, idk . . . move a liiiittle bit to the left so that I can activate the shrine? Please?? (She couldn’t, ofc. But honestly, if she had just let me activate the shrine, I could have warped back here when it was time to finish the quest, but no. No. I had to paraglide back like some sort of fool. Honestly . . .)

I took this screenshot because I saw a post a while ago where someone said they were receiving hate for drawing Link muscular, and that’s nonsense because Link is canonically more muscular than the average Hylian. True, Romah here was comparing him specifically to Hylian women, but I think the point stands, particularly when you consider all of the fighting + climbing + running he does over the course of the game. The boy is built, let him live. (And in any case, don’t send people hate over how they choose to draw fictional characters, ffs. That should be common sense, but here we are.)

At this rate I think that everyone in Gerudo Town is going to know that Link is a dude, only none of them are going to realize that everyone else knows it (or like, some will know---Riju and her attendant know that they both know, for instance, but they don’t know about everyone else), and so Link is still going to have to dress like a girl in Gerudo Town because, even though everyone knows and is chill about it, everyone still thinks it’s this big secret, except Link, who knows that everyone knows but isn’t saying anything about it because he doesn’t want to cause drama. Beautiful.

I do, but mostly because that broken stone slab makes me think of the Gate of Time from Skyward Sword and it gives me an emotion™. (It’s not the Gate of Time, but I’d be shocked if that’s not what it was based on.)

You guys, I’ve done it. I’ve found him. I’ve found the worst character in Breath of the Wild.

Do you know how much I hate it when people do this? Do you? Let me tell you something: I work at a university’s IT Service Desk. I have, in my time working here (both as a representative taking on the majority of the calls and as a coordinator), had the misfortune of speaking to professors who insist on being addressed as “Doctor” and get angry if you don’t call them that. Despite the fact that they’re calling because they can’t figure out how to set up their e-mail in Outlook, or because they don’t realize that they have to turn off Caps Lock before entering in their password, they need it known that they are clearly more intelligent and important than the peon Service Desk representative giving them technical support, and as such need to be addressed by their full, wholly pretentious, title. And I hate it. I can’t stand it. It’s so disgustingly pretentious and arrogant that it sets my teeth on edge. Few things will make me lose respect for a person more than insisting that they’re addressed as “Dr [name].” Few things. It’s so disgustingly pretentious. Get the fuck out of my face, you intolerable cretin.

You have no idea how badly I wanted to choose that option. Alas, to get the shrine quest, I had to give in to his pretentious obnoxiousness and address him as “Dr Calip” instead. Ugh.

On a lighter note, this is Jules, and I want her to be my gf. Note: I don’t mean Link’s gf, I mean my gf. I mean, if Link wasn’t in love with Zelda, maybe his gf . . . but since he is, she can just be my gf for this game. Seriously, she’s adorable. I love her.

Selfie with the gf. Isn’t she perfect?

I tried to buy her a ruby circlet, but the game wouldn’t let me give it to her. >( Damn it, game! Just let me buy jewelry for my gf!! (I reloaded so that I hadn’t wasted money / gems on it, since I have no use for it and I couldn’t give it to her, but damn, that’s disappointing. =( )

It’s a bit hard to see, but there’s a sand seal racing shrine quest, and Link does stretches before the race starts!! He’s so cute, istg.

He also cheers when he wins. LOOK HOW CUTE HE IS.

Gerudo!Garnet thinks I’m perfect. :)

I accidentally missed it, but there’s a scene after this where everyone claps and cheers for Link for winning the race, and he rubs the back of his neck all sheepishly. ADORABLE. Honestly, Link, tone it down a notch. (jk, you are perfect, just as Gerudo!Garnet says.)

Loone euthanized her faithful shrine orb more quickly than any test subject on record. Congratulations.

This beautiful family really does put on a beautiful performance of the Dragon Roost Island music. ♥ I only wish the mom could join in, too . . .

I mean, tbh Kass, you’ve been gone for a really, really, really long time, all so that you could gallivant around the countryside, giving me shrine quests. I think it’s more than a little understandable that they want to spend time with you now that you’re home. Don’t be a jerk. :/

This sounds like my kind of shrine.

This REALLY sounds like my kind of shrine. 8D

This was really cute, too. ♥ Namely, Link’s response of, “Hey, Tulin!” Honestly, Teba probably ties with Riju as my favorite of the Neo Champions. (I know this isn’t Teba specifically, but it’s his son---Teba’s inside.) I wish that we would have gotten to spend more time getting to know Teba. (And more time with the Ritos in general. They had such a small part, it feels unfair.)

And finally . . .

DAMN STRAIGHT I HAVE.

I mean, I already have that. It’s called the Master Sword. But sure, okay, sounds good.

Again? Got it.

Really, I know what this is: Once you complete all the shrines, you go to the Forgotten Temple in order to get the Breath of the Wild version of the green tunic. I find it interesting that they send you to the Forgotten Temple instead of the Temple of Time. It’s not like this is your first time seeing it; you have to clear all the shrines to unlock this, so unless you saved the Forgotten Temple shrine for last, you would have already been there once. I feel like this is further evidence that the Forgotten Temple is a tribute to Skyward Sword---that the statue there truly is the Goddess Statue from Skyloft, and therefore Nintendo felt it more significant than the Temple of Time (which is a bit sad, but I can live with it). Who knows for sure, though.

Just kidding---you actually can’t. Although, I do take interest in how that’s phrased. Like . . . what would happen if Link did seek to increase his power further, somehow? Would that throw his heart out of balance? Would he suddenly be worthy of the Triforce of Power, due to the thirst for power in his heart? Hmm, I wonder.

Sis, I’ve been tryin’. 

Anyway, sis had three chests sitting in front of her, and inside the three chests were . . .

You’ll notice that the “Trousers of the Wild” are actually shorts. And the description says, “they’re the most comfortable pair of pants you’ve ever worn.” So then, Nintendo . . . what you’re telling me about the “Trousers of the Wild,” then, is that these shorts are comfy and easy to wear, am I right?

. . . I’ll see myself out.

Hideous. :/ I’m not saving Hyrule in that. 

Okay, full disclosure: I’ve been weary of the green tunic for a long while now. I hate the hat in particular (sorry, RR!Link, but I’m not on your side on this one), but in general I’ve been weary of it and wanted a change of pace. For this reason, the fact that you have so many armor variants in this game was like a goddess send to me. I’ve really loved it.

But if they were going to give us a BotW rendition of the tunic (and I figured they would), why did they have to make it so hideous? Full disclosure part two: I hate the versions of the tunic that have Link in shorts. They look awful. They could have styled the BotW tunic more along the lines of the OoT one, or the TP one, but no, they went with the original, and like . . . I know why, but it’s still ugly af. Link is not wearing this to save Hyrule. I refuse.

This is an improvement, but I’d probably want to dye the pants brown or white so that it would look better, as the black doesn’t really “go” with this outfit.

And this is a further improvement, though honestly, it doesn’t matter since the tunic really isn’t worth it. From what I hear, the green tunic set is never stronger than the Champion’s Tunic, so honestly, I’m going to continue on with my standard fighting fare, which is the Hylian Hood + Champion’s Tunic + Hylian Trousers. They’re all at four stars right now (versus the zero stars the Wild set has), so there’s really no point in wasting my time with the ugly green tunic set. Maybe if they made it actually look good I’d want to wear it, but seeing as how it’s hideous . . . I’m going to see if I can sell it instead. =P

Anyway, that’s it! I’ve got one more post coming up for sure (more of a game stats post than an update post), but aside from beating Ganon once more (and the upcoming DLC), I’m done. It’s been a, dare I say, wild ride (;D) but definitely worth it. I love this game, it’s so good. I can’t wait for the DLC missions and things. ♥

[0225pm]

hello! current time check is 1:20AM.

yesterday was billy’s birthday so we decided to throw him a surprise mini party today at wcp. okay to be frank, i was a little against the location. mainly because by the time we’re doing the surprise it was gonna be really late and it was kinda inconvenient to get there as well but dayah said that he won’t want to meet unless it’s at wcp so we ended up doing the surprise at wcp anyway.

the best part was my boyfriend joined us! HAHAHAHA okok that probably isn’t the best part for everyone else but han joining us was the highlight of the day, or should i say night, for me la at least. i mean, we’re actually about 2 days away from seeing each other again but huhu i’ve missed him.

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so the night before, i planned things with dayah and bavani was supposed to join us but apparently she decided to bail cus she didn’t wanna travel and waste money and shit lmao okay i’m sorry if you see this but honestly that isn’t even a good enough reason especially if you really see someone as your friend? wouldn’t you want to see them happy? joined in the celebration and stuff. like okay, i don’t know about you but if it’s within my means, i’d like to see my friends happy. maybe it sounds like i’m crazy defending billy or something but honestly, this is just my own opinion in general la, i hope no one takes it to heart or whatever. hashtag jangankecamsaya hahahahha! ok da cukup, so after that i told dayah it’s okay just go ahead with the same plan - which was to tell dayah that she has to go back to her aunt house at clementi and then ask billy to go home and change into comfortable clothes instead of their uniforms and then meeting billy at wcp after we set up everything. and instead of going to her aunt house, she met me of course and then we went to get the food for the mini celebration.

it was such a mess in between cus we thought there was pizza hut at clementi but apparently not? think they’ve changed it to another shop or something and at first i thought there’s no twelve cupcakes and i was about to get a cake at chateraise but fortunately, i told dayah to let’s walk around a bit more and i saw twelve cupcakes! so i decided to get the box of 3 all of which the same flavors - red velvet which is their signature flavor la haha also because the edible heart shape thingy is super cute huhu. and then from there we went back to chateraise and i ended up getting their mint ice cream, for me and dayah and also their thousand layer mille crepe called white zebra. afterwards, i did some googling and found out that there’s pizza hut at clementi ave 3 or something i can’t remember but after we walked there, we couldn’t see any pizza hut around so dayah asked this passerby and wtf ok lol the pizza hut closed down like 3 years ago or something lololol and then the man was like, “how long have you not been here already huh?” and we were like “we don’t stay here haha” and then we said our thanks and walked away. dayah was so ready to order delivery for the pizza hut thing but i googled again this time on the pizza hut website and found out that there’s one at 501 west coast or something. just nice the bus stop was right in front of us so we took the bus and head to that west coast place to get the pizza.

it wasn’t easy cus the place was super ulu and it was getting dark but thankfully dayah knows her way around so we got to the place super quick and made our order for their super variety box or something and because she was afraid it wasn’t gonna be enough, she ordered one of their personal pan pizza also. and then she forgot there’s aglio olio pasta inside and bought mee goreng from the indian shop at the coffee shop. i was also so tempted to get their combo set for their mutton chop but i decided not to cus we pretty much got a lot of food already. so i went to fairprice and bought some snacks and drinks. but because i couldn’t find any milk tea, i decided to get a cup at the coffee shop instead. it was goooood but too sweet for my liking. i still drank it anyway lmao.

and then after that, han texted me saying that he was already at the bus stop and i guess he was kinda disappointed cus he expected to see me there greeting him but we got so caught up buying the stuff that we lost track of time. we planned to reach there at 730 but ended up going over the stated time. i was still glad to see him anyway :) hehe i’m gonna greet him with a kiss everytime from now on. it’s been so long since i last see him wearing black that i almost forgot how good he looks in them. fucking panas i love it. ok stop it ahahahaha then, we walked towards wcp and it was so fucking crazy la hahaha so jauh gila but good small cardio walking workout since we’re gonna be eating fastfood.

billy was already on the way so dayah went to meet him and then bring him over. i wanted to set up the place and open the pizza box and shit but wtf la got this one bodoh spider thing crawl inside the plastic and then i got so scared i asked han to help me kill it HAHAHAHAHA oh and he said it’s a cricket not a spider?? whatever it is, i hate bugs :( oh and han stripped for awhile cus he was feeling really hot HAAHHAHAAH i love it pls feel hot more jkjk :p and i tried to take a photo cus he was like posing for me liddat but he FOUND OUTTTTT so i couldn’t get like a nice shot, unfortunately. and then we kissed a little hehe i loveeeeeeee :3 ok this part probably sounds really creepy or something to other people but i sat on han’s lap HAAHHA or thighs idk. but like it’s been so long since i last sat on his lap???? like seriously that was ages ago when we were still lepaking at the bawah block and during the earlier months of our relationship when han was at his peak of sweetness and romanticism hahahahahahaahah.

and then around 830 billy came!! we went to the jetty thing to hide before lighting up the one candle we got at the chateraise hehe. also yesssss i stole han’s lighter woohoo. technically i didn’t steal it la cus i made it clear to him that i’m gonna keep it hahahahahaha so like *shrugs* :p

the surprise was a success, and we ate and talked, cracked some lame jokes and pickup lines and shit ahahhahahahaahha. i guess everyone was super hungry at that point so we literally inhaled everything in like idk less than 20 minutes? i’m surprised han likes the aglio olio pasta but i think he was just super hungry so anything taste good to him. 

I ALSO DID THE ABC PICK UP LINE ON HAN HAHAHAHAHAHA bodo la his reaction but it was funny hehehe i love it. i’m gonna go find more so i can make him cringe hhahahahahaha.

and then dayah’s mom called. so we decided to head back, besides it was getting so late already. and while we were walking, billy saw a cab so he flagged for it and han boarded the cab with billy since they were gonna head back the same way anyway whereas me and dayah had to walk a little bit further down to take the bus back. but it was okay, the ride back home was long but it was nice with someone for company.

oh and then i asked dayah if she wanted to stop at the bus stop in front of ubi and she was like okay! so we stopped there and walked back. we were walking towards home until i asked her if i should go get something from macs hahahah but i decided against it and went to giant to get some groceries for my brunch tomorrow. there was a good deal for the bbq steak which was going for 9.90 for 2 so i got that, a canned of tuna mayo and some ham. my dad already got bread and cheese earlier on today so tomorrow’s brunch is gonna be litttttt. i’ll either have a slab of steak or have a tuna and ham with cheese sandwich tomorrow. so excited hehe

did i also mention that han, for the first time in a long time actually has a place he wanna go to this coming sat???? so exciting!!! :D oh and i sent han a little slutty pic of headless me lol. ok it’s not a little slutty. i think it’s VERY cus i literally stepped out of my comfort zone to take pics like that hahahahah i actually have a few more but i deleted them all cus it’s crazy racy lmao.

ok goodnight world!