#been scrolling through the ec

[embraceweird]

Renee throwing up a peace sign at Riko as she speeds out of Evermore with Jean in the Maserati is some real ✨icon shit✨ right there

[simplydannie]

@kais-va no angst as you asked lol this is one I did awhile ago but forgot to post it! (I scrolled through my account and I swear I didn’t see this one anywhere!)

The twins have been doing community service under the watchful eye of the Trolls. This time their service takes them to Vacay Island where a day off means a day in the sun… unfortunately, for Vennie, that’s doesn’t turn out so great.

It was really bright and really sunny day on Vacay Island. On top of that, it was very busy. Tourists have been swarming in left and right; tourists of all species.

On the beach near the water were 3 figures: two tall with green hair and pale skin, one little purple one no bigger than a tennis ball. Velvet wore a two piece golden suit and a large sun hat. Her long hair tied in a flamboyant ponytail, bangs curled around her forehead. Round sunglasses shaded her eyes and rose pink lipstick on her lips. Her brother was to her left. He wore golden trunks to match his sister and black round sunglasses. His hair wasn’t styled in his normal updo. Instead he let the water take its role, allowing his hair to sweep in a type of faux hawk near his eyes. He no longer wore his green lipstick to match his sister; this time he was his own man.

In between them lay a small little purple Troll sprawled out on a small beach chair. Green rectangular sunglasses blocked his eyes, a smile across his face. The three sighed in unison.

“This...” said Floyd.

“Is...” continued Velvet.

“Perfect.” finished Veneer.

The three lay with their arms behind their head as they soaked up the bright, smiling sun.

“...Wow! Revenue up 40%. Let’s get some more cheese melted for some more nachos! Let’s get those drinks up and ready. We got more coming in.!” Bruce’s voice trickled and boomed as he got closer to the trio. “Velvet, your idea of opening our doors to Mount Rageons everywhere was Sp-ec-tac-U- lar!”

A sly smile crossed Velvets lips, “I know, I know.” She beamed.

“Ahem.” Floyd coughed, lowering his sunglasses side eyeing her.

“I mean, you’re welcome. Anything I can do to help.” She rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Maybe a little less attitude, but better.” Floyd beamed.

“I really don’t know why I am going through this behavior intervention. It’s really pointless.” Velvet said.

“I don’t know, you seem more barable now... fun even.” Veneer smirked. Velvet grabbed her towel smacking her brother across the face.

“And you’ve became a more smart ass than usual... I hate it.” She sneered.

“Love you too sis.” Her brother laughed.

“This conversation is going a lot better than most-oooohhhhh wow.” Floyd took off his small sunglasses and gasped towards Veneers direction.

“What?” Veneer gaped. Velvet turned towards her brother for a good look…. She then bursted out laughing.

“Oh my god- what?...What? ...WHAT!?” His voice began to grow shaky and nervous.

“ I don’t know, you tell me. Can I have some grilled cheese with the that tomato soup sir?” Velvet said between laughs. Tears began rolling down her eyes as the laughter continued. Veneer gaped at her clueless.

“What?! Tell me!?” He begged. Before Floyd could respond Poppy and Branch joined the trio… their eyes going wide when they saw Veneer.

“Omg Vennie!” Poppy exclaimed, “Like red is definitely your color but not like this!”

Branch joined Velvet in laughter…. Which made Veneer even more anxious… Why is Branch laughing too? He thought.

“Dude, have you ever heard of “sunblock”?” Branch asked with a smirk on his face.

“Duh! Floyd gave me some!” Veneer desperately tried to look around for something to see himself on.

“ Which one? I gave you two, and one was NOT sun lotion.” Floyd declared. Velvet continued laughing handing her brother her mirror.

“Priceless.” She sneered.

Upon looking at himself.... he saw it. His cheeks were flushed red. The redness flushed his face, neck, torso…all the way down to his legs. Velvet was right, he looked like he had jumped in tomato soup.

“No, no, no, no, no!!” He stammered. He reached for his towel and wrapped his entire body... well as much as he could. “No one said anything!”

“Well I didn’t get a good look at you until now.” Floyd said, “you better put something on before it starts peeling.”

“Oh Vennie, youll be fine! It doesn’t look that bad.” Poppy tried to say.

“I look like a freaking tomato, Poppy!” Veneer said.

He eyes the beach from side to side: it was jam packed with people. Anyone could’ve of seen and anyone was going to see if he walked out of there... a red glowing stick.

“Vels hand me your towel!” He demanded.

“You have your own!” She exclaimed.

“Ya but yours is longer. Covers more. Pleeeeeaaase!” He begged.

“I mean there’s not MUCH to cover anyways.” She smirked as she laid back closing her eyes again.

“Velvet.” She turned to see Floyd standing up right with his arms across his chest. He lifted one eyebrow giving her a stern look.

“Uuuuggghhh. Boys are much more drama queens than girls are yknow. Here moron.” She tossed him her towel.

“Thank you!” Attempting to wrap himself like a burrito, Veneer stood up and made his way toward the resort.

Leaving his sunglasses on, he twisted and turned, avoiding any eye contact that he could.

“Excuse me. Sorry. Coming through.” He said as he weaved his way around the crowd. ‘Almost there, almost there’, he thought to himself..….

OOF.

He accidentally ran into a Vacationer carrying a tray of food and drinks. Veneer tumbled to the floor loosing grip of his towel.

“Sorry my dude… whooooaaaa.” The Vacationers eyes widened upon seeing Veneers red glowing skin.… Everyone there gaped as they saw him….everyone.

“No, no thats my bad!” Veneer desperately reached for the towel and wrapped himself up again. “Uuuh have a good day!” He ran…. He ran straight toward the room he was staying in.

Once inside he went straight towards his bed, burying his face into his pillow…. He was NEVER going to show his face after that again.

“Stupid Veneer.” He told himself as he buried his face deeper into his pillow.

[the-masquerade-council]

This term came to me in a dream, so the oddness of it is because of that

Also CW for mentions of: RAMCOA and programming, conditioning, manipulation, "system hacking", and general psychological abuse. Also I could see this being a possible paranoia trigger for some.

So I few nights ago I have a dream that I was scrolling through tumblr(real fun and exciting dream, I know/s) and a found a post making a system term. The term doesn't exist, at least not as it was in the dream. I thought it was interesting and possibly useful label, so I decided to make it real.

The label was "Saw System" and this is what the flag looked like in the dream. I'm having a hard time figuring out how to explain it but. It was basically a umbrella term for systems that initially thought their system formed autonomously/has autonomously developed system functions, but later realized that the system was programmed, conditioned, coerced, or otherwise externally shaped.

This term can also be used by systems that formed autonomously, but were later "hijacked" as a form of psychological abuse. This is kinda a just general word for realizing that there might a reason the narrative of "the system is there to protect you" doesn't feel like it's fully true for your system.

Autonomously formed systems refer to system that without external coaxing. This is NOT to say that nothing cause they to form, but rather they form as a "organic" response and/or coping mechanism to outside events and traumas. As apposed to systems that's formation were cause and guided for the benefit of an outside person or people. The internal structures of autonomous systems tend to all be developed by the brain as a way of protecting the system, there may still be persecutors and dangerous elements of the inner world, but they formed without the coercion of an outside person or group

In the dream, term Saw System was after the film franchise. Because the movie often end with a montage revealing how seemingly disconnected were all part of a larger plan. Alternative names could be "Jigsaw System", "Puzzled System", or "Cultivated System",

Also before ask, yes this term does technically apply to us, no I'm not gonna say more about that on this post.

So I made my own versions of the flag from the dream, they're just the different Complex Dissociative Disorder(CDD) flags, but with puzzle pieces being removed and color shifted version underneath. This is to represent both puzzling out what has been done, and hope to be able to undo harmful internal structures that were put in place.

These three are general CDD flags: X X X

Dissociative Identity Disorder(DID) versions

Flags: X X

(Technically the white, orange, and black flag was made to a general system flag, but now it is more used as a DID specific flag)

Highly Complex Dissociative Identity Disorder/Externally Controlled Dissociative Identity Disorder/Programmed Dissociative Identity Disorder(HC-DID/EC-DID/PR-DID), I feel like this is kinda obvious, but if weren't programmed do not use this flag specifically. Just because a system was coerced into forming does NOT inherently mean they were programmed.

Flag: X

Other Specified Dissociate Disorder(OSDD). A general OSDD flag and the OSDD-1 flag

Flags: X X

Other Specified Dissociate Disorder(OSDD) -1A and -1b

Flags: X X

Unspecified Dissociate Disorder(U(s)DD) system

Flag: X

Partial Dissociative Identity Disorder(P-DID)

Flag: X X

[sweethearts4you]

UPDATE ON FRIDAY MAANUM

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Saw her national team friend collapse before her eyes: - Scary, disgusting and uncomfortable

Guro Reiten was close by when Frida Maanum suddenly fell over during the league cup final. The experience put a real dent in the Chelsea player.

- I wasn't that far away. I was out on the pitch. When things like that happen, it's very scary and dramatic. Those minutes will be long, but luckily it's going very well, says Guro Reiten to NRK.

In the national team, Chelsea's Reiten and Arsenal's Maanum are good teammates. But during Sunday's cup final, they were fierce rivals in pursuit of one of English football's biggest trophies.

When Maanum suddenly fell over on the grass, however, all temporary rivalry was put aside. Instead, a deep uneasiness filled Reiten, who turned and walked away from the scene.

- She gets the best treatment she can from those around her. The rest of us stay away. We have nothing to do there. You just go and hope and believe that it will go well. And it did. It's scary, disgusting and uncomfortable, she says.

- What goes through your head?

- Many strange things. Football becomes unimportant, first and foremost. There were a few long minutes there.

The mother with a health update

Maanum's collapse occurred in overtime of Sunday's final. She was taken off the pitch on a stretcher with an oxygen mask over her face.

Earlier on Tuesday, Maanum's mother gave a long-awaited update on her daughter's health status.

- Frida will take more tests today. There is nothing to indicate that there is something seriously wrong, says mother Liz-Heidi Leonhardsen to NRK.

It is still unclear whether Maanum will join the upcoming national team gathering. Norway's national team manager Gemma Grainger informs NRK that they hope to make a decision during Tuesday.

- I don't know the results of the tests, but I hope for an answer soon. Because we hope to make a decision tonight about what is best to do regarding Frida. We hope for positive responses, says the coach.

Reiten's message to Maanum

Arsenal won the final 1–0 and became cup champions. Shortly after the match they brought good news and conveyed by Maanum was conscious.

- There is nothing to suggest that she is not in as good shape now as she was before Sunday's game. It was of course dramatic when it happened, and you think the worst, but now I am calm and believe that this will go well, says mother Leonhardsen.

After the match, Reiten sent a message to Maanum.

- I wrote that she scared us, but that I hoped it went well and that she had to take care of herself.

- And you got an answer?

- Yes, quite quickly. So it was pleasant, Reiten smiles.

Grainger watched the match on TV. From the time Maanum hit the ground, it took 15 minutes before she received an uplifting update on the health of the national team player. Those minutes were almost unbearable, says Grainger.

- It was awful.

Undecided about the national team meeting

Maanum is still with the club team Arsenal in London. It is not certain that she will join Norway's national team squad before this week's EC qualification.

The NFF confirms this to NRK.

- We have a close dialogue, but no decision has been made, media officer Henning Sverdrup tells NRK.

- As long as everything is fine with Frida and I know that she is followed up in the best possible way with tests and everything she has to go through... if she is doing that well, then of course I hope to see her here, says Reiten.

The Norwegian national team gathered in Oslo on Monday.

Qualification for the European Championship in 2025 for Norway starts on Friday at home against Finland, before there is an away game against the Netherlands next Tuesday.

[pocketslook]

I think you might just accidentally frequent very weird/fringe corners of the EC fandom cause I have literally seen maybe like two pieces of art like that total and ive been into Evillious for like 8 years at this point.

The worst part is it's on TikTok not on like Twitter or Tumblr or something . I just be minding my own business and scrolling through my fy just to see a cute video with Gallerian and Michelle in it, thinking they were father and daughter bonding or something, only to check the tags and get traumatized. DUDE. MY BROTHER IN CHRIST.

And there was this other time where there was this slideshow, and I was thinking "surely this has to be father and daughter bonding right?" AND THEN THE GODDAMN TAGS AGAIN. I get that half of EC is incest but come on ,,,,

Edit: and the Marloncest shippers are always Russian for some reason??? What does this mean

[quietbluejay]

Horus Rising 9

back over to Murder Torgaddon introduces himself to Tarvitz

lmao i forgot lucius got stuck in cement

"That's Captain Torgaddon to you" Tarvitz is just watching this like o_o he'd never seen anyone stand up to Eidolon like that before!

anyways this is a fun scene man i forgot how dislikeable Eidolon is in this book

Torgaddon continues to tear a strip off of him and wonder of wonders gets Eidolon to back down it's wild how much more likeable many of the EC because after they went Full Chaos well okay i'm mainly thinking Fulgrim and Eidolon lucius was perfect before and is perfect after except his annoying respawn technique that doesn't show up in the heresy anyways back to the scene Tarvitz is cheering for Torgaddon internally just punching the air

see what i mean absolutely nothing wrong with this man lucius has done nothing wrong in his life, ever

torgaddon walks away after a bit tarvitz figures it's because he's said enough infuriating things to Eidolon for now

torgaddon pushes a bit more, tarvitz still demurs, but eventually admits he thought it was a little reckless first Tarvitz has sth he wants Torgaddon to bear in mind

torgaddon brings up that they fought together at the beginning of the crusade the luna wolves regard the emperor's children as the best legion they served alongside

i guess they've just been focusing too much on that perfection thing lmao

Torgaddon: there's no purity in pride Tarvitz: my lord Eidolon knows this Torgaddon:…does he?

honestly the rest is a little repetitive it's more of torgaddon trying to get across the gravity of what eidolon did for incredibly stupid reasons

oh Eidolon claimed credit for taking down the trees one of the enlisted dudes speaks up despite Tarvitz and Lucius' attempts to silence him to tell Torgaddon that it was Tarvitz who did that

anyways they continue along and find more blood angels and army remains

back on the ship, loken is a little restless oh time to introduce qruze

you know the type back in his RCAF days...

yeah he's a real stock character haha yeah reading with the full knowledge that everyone involved in this is British is causing all sorts of stuff to pop out at me qruze bangs on in exactly the kind of way you'd expect

lmao loken manages to excuse himself and marr gives him a dirty look as he's stuck listening to the rambling stories of qruze oh let's hear about the Chronicles of Ursh

someone's having some fun here i see loken skipped ahead to try and find stuff about the imperium and managed to find some references to the thunder warriors and wanted to find out more lol but he figured he should read it properly in order incredible mood

lmao and then Loken runs into a strange phrase

things start to get a little warpy we got oneiromancers now

im sorry i can't take anything seriously that uses the term majiks it just makes me think of homestuck

yeah that'd make him take notice lol

by the end the hierophants are extinct loken completely lost track of time reading it this is a reference and an attack at me, personally, who lost track of time while doing this review he starts the next chapter but it skips over to talk about other things

loken goes and asks if there's news, there's none, then he looks through his locker of stuff and thinks about how little he actually owns it's all trophies that are worthless to anyone but loken

he thinks about that fight a bit "Loken almost wept in admiration of the opponent he had slain"

well there's one thing the data-slate with keeler's photos aww it's the most precious material gift he's ever gotten in his life he scrolls through the pictures again and then notices something… there's actually 2 files on the slate the other…is pictures of Jubal or well Samus

loken quickly gets out of his armour and puts on a brown robe okay i know why, he's going to see keeler but taken out of context it's like "i've seen horrifying images time to strip and put on my Monk Gear"

[breefarrow]

SO wrestling rant here sorry to all non wrestling fans who follow me scroll or mute #wrestling if you must

I finally got around to watching this week's episode of Smackdown and this is my reaction to it.

LOVED the fact Bayley picked IYO great storytelling was so sad she was turned on by DC tho IYO seemed hesitant to do so and the fans loved Bayley so 🤩. Plus, now Becky will win EC and be the one to go on to fight Rhea at WM + so glad Rhea is finally getting more storytelling with the women. ☺️

BUT ITS ON SITE FOR THE CODY PART BC TWO YEARS OF STORY TELLING JUST FOR CODY TO SAY HE WONT BE FIGHTING ROMAN AT WM FOR THE TITLE AND THE ROCK SEEMINGLY WILL ?!?!

Now we all know Rock vs Roman could be juicy storytelling from a family "head of the table" aspect BUT that could easily be built up for Summerslam or even next years WM AFTER Roman no longer has the title. Bc there's no need for Rock vs Roman to have ANYTHING to do with the title. If Rock wins we have Roman 2.0 but worse [in terms of not being present] and literally the whole reason Seth's title became a thing was bc people were tired of "part time double champ Roman" and of course if Roman beats Rock it's still at least another half year of Roman's long reign that doesn't need to continue.

Rumors are CM Punk getting injured changed things bc he was supposed to fight Seth at WM but that's bullshit if true that they felt the need to have Cody take his place and fight Seth as if there isn't other options for Seth. Drew has been on fire lately with his character arc and acting, Sami is amazing and has shown he CAN do main event picture stuff, Jey gets major pops every week and Gunther has had a fantastic IC title reign showing he is main event ready also... TF IS THE POINT OF PRIEST HAVING THE BRIEFCASE IF YOU DONT SEE HIM IN THE MAIN EVENT TITLE PICTURE ?!?!

If Gunther was truly their main 2nd option after CM Punk tho and Gunther can't be at EC do to the location of the match then have the EC match be for the US title and have Gunther win some tournament on the weekly shows to go against Seth at WM ANYTHING is better then Cody going against Seth and Rock coming in to fight Roman for his title.

I'm also very confused by Cody's words bc he made it abundantly clear he IS after and WILL win Roman's title bc that's the one his dad held but got taken from him shortly after. Plus if Seth's injuries are bad to the point, he can only get through his WM match thus, his opponent will be beating him for the title why would Cody be fighting him? What Cody wins Seth's title, has it for two months until he fights Roman for his belt? It makes zero to no sense.

Honestly, this just seems like a big slap in the face to Cody he's been doing EVERYTHING for WWE being one of if not the "for the company guys" since he left AEW. He left a company he helped start and went on to be "the guys" for AEWs competition. He wrestled with a torn peck bc he didn't want to let people down. It's also a slap in the face to the other guys I mentioned to. Them basically being like ahh none of you are really worth being in another title picture and or a WM main event so we are bringing in an old wrestler who left during his prime for Hollywood.

[trashyswitch]

Henrik Meets Jackie

Henrik ends up in a mandatory CPR course due to missing the CPR course provided by the hospital. But this unfortunate circumstance ends up providing Henrik a brand new friend...

This fanfic was suggested by Shannon. I hope you enjoy!!

This is how Henrik met Jackie: 

Henrik was due to get his CPR certificate renewed again for the next 5 years. And because of circumstances, Henrik had to miss the hospital’s colleague-specific CPR course. Later, his boss had told him the only other way to do the CPR course that was required for him, was to go through a 2-day similar course offered to the outsiders by the ambulance company. This meant he was put with a mix of college/Uni adults getting their certificates for school, as well as parents and EA’s, CYW’s and ECE’s. Henrik was originally dreading having to do the CPR course with complete strangers. Though he didn’t realize that things were about to get so much better for him. 

You see, a certain superhero was also going to be taking the 2-day CPR course. In fact, it would be the exact same day and time as Henrik’s CPR course would be. Jackie had been wanting to keep his own CPR course up to date. And thanks to the connections he’d made with the ambulance team over the years, Jackie was able to get into the class without having to worry about revealing his secret identity to the surrounding strangers…So long as he wore his super suit to the CPR course. That was the only downside. His suit was built for handling the weather outside! Not to be cooped up in a classroom for hours on end. But…you gotta do what you gotta do. 

When Henrik looked around the room before the course had started, he had quickly noticed the bright red suit and the blue mask the person was wearing. Wait a second…Was that Jackieboy Man?! THEE Jackieboy Man, the most well-known superhero of Brighton, England, was actually here in the room with him?! Doing a CPR course?! Who decided this?! What are the chances of ending up in this rare situation?! 

At the beginning of the course, the course teacher had taken the time to welcome everyone to the course, and especially welcome Jackie personally to the course. She was honored to be able to teach everyone in the room, and vowed to treat Jackie like a fellow student in the class. 

They went over the usual things like the heimlich maneuver (Or abdominal thrust, as it was now renamed), the CPR hand stance, the different types of CPR for different age groups, and steps for navigating a person with a lodged object in their throat. They made sure to go over what to do when the part of the airway is blocked and the person is conscious, when the object is completely blocking the airway while the person is conscious, and what to do when the person goes unconscious as a result of lack of airflow. They emphasized how important it was that everyone knew how to do the abdominal thrusts and CPR correctly, so people can be helped sooner, which in turn increases their chances of survival. 

Despite knowing this stuff like the back of his hand, Henrik still found it helpful to review some of these maneuvers. It helped remind him of the different mistakes people often make when doing these maneuvers, and helped him remember what reminders to give his surgical residents when he gets back. By the time they had finished going over that part of the curriculum, it was time for a 30 minute break. To be honest, Henrik had forgotten about how hungry he was until the break was ordered. When he pulled out his lunch, he quickly grew famished. He pulled out his sandwich and started scrolling on his phone while eating the sandwich. He was so busy scrolling, that he was barely even registering the taste of shaved roast beef and ham sandwich with mustard and lettuce that he had put together that morning. He was already halfway done with the sandwich and was quickly going down a rabbit hole of updates on Reddit. Right now, he was currently updating himself on the latest posts that filled the community known as r/medicalgore. It was a community for medical professionals, patients’ experiences and curious normies who love to see things like that. He was currently looking at a picture of the small intestines present outside the stomach from Abdominal Compartment Syndrome. 

Suddenly, he felt a finger touch his shoulder. 

“Whatcha up-” 

Henrik yelped and jumped, dropping his phone and freezing for a moment. 

The person who had talked and touched him, quickly wheezed and doubled over. “HAHAhahaha! Ohoho my god- Did I scare you? Ihi’m so sorry!” The person reacted. “That was not my intention.” The person said, walking into Henrik’s field of view. 

Henrik slowly groaned and sighed as he calmed down, rubbing his forehead. “Heilige Scheiße…” He mumbled to himself. “It’s fine, it’s fine. Just didn’t expect to-” Henrik looked up and widened his eyes when he saw who was talking to him…

It was Jackie! Jackie was not only looking at him, but was actually talking to him!

Jackie smiled and pulled up a chair. “Didn’t expect to get jumpscared today?” Jackie asked with a laugh as he sat down in the chair the wrong way. “Or didn’t expect to make friends?” Jackie asked as he leaned his arms on the back rest in front of him. 

Henrik thought for a moment and shrugged his shoulders. “B-Both.” He replied as casually as he could muster. 

“Do…you have a name?” Jackie asked him. 

“Oh!” The doctor quickly cleared his throat and nodded. “Ja. I’m Henrik.” He said. “Henry?” Jackie asked, holding out his hand.

“No, Henrik.” Henrik corrected, shaking his hand. “Henrik Von Schneeplestein.” Henrik replied. 

Jackie widened his eyes and gasped as he slowly covered his mouth. “W-Wait…The German doctor from Brighton General?!” Jackie asked. 

Henrik widened his eyes. “V-Vait…You know-” Henrik had to pause. 

“Yes! People rave about you all over the city!” Jackie said. 

Henrik smiled a bit and scratched the back of his head. “O-Oh…” He mumbled.

“And yet, no one seems to be able to tell me where to find you, how to get ahold of you...” Jackie explained. “Hell, there are people who barely know what you look like!” Jackie added. 

Henrik bit his lip. “I try to keep a low profile.” Henrik admitted. 

Jackie looked down and picked up something, before handing it to Henrik. “You kinda suck at that, by the way.” Jackie told him. 

Henrik tilted his head as he took his phone, before looking at it. He widened his eyes when he saw the graphic picture that was still visible on his phone. Henrik chuckled awkwardly and closed it before putting it back into his pocket. “Ups…” Henrik muttered, sounding out the U as more of an OO sound. 

“So…” Jackie leaned in slightly. “I don’t have anyone as a partner for practicing abdominal thrusts or CPR.” Jackie admitted. “You uh…” He bit his lip. “...You interested?” Jackie asked. 

“You…vant me to vork vizh you?” Henrik asked. 

Jackie nodded. “A MD with a PHD? and a superhero who uses it daily?” Jackie reacted. “We would be unstoppable.” Jackie told him quietly. 

Henrik chuckled. “You sound like a villain yoining forces vizh ozher villains.” Henrik chuckled. 

Jackie shrugged his shoulders. “I hear the monologues constantly.” Jackie replied. “I could play the part of a villain for a movie, and be given the award for ‘most accurate villainy’.” Jackie joked. Henrik hung his head and laughed at him. “Vhyhy can I see zhat?” Henrik asked. 

Jackie laughed as well. “Ohouch! My reputation is in shambles!” Jackie joked. 

“Alright everyone, break will be over in 5 minutes.” The leader told the room. 

Jackie sighed with overly dramatic annoyance on his face, while Henrik smiled slightly. “Ound yes.” Henrik said. “I vould love to be your partner.” He replied as he stood up and closed his lunch bag. 

Jackie smiled brightly as he closed his own lunch bag, before putting it back into his big backpack. 

When the class started up again, the teacher placed down CPR dummies in front of everyone. “Before we start with practicing on each other, we’re going to help you figure out how much you need to push down on the chest to get the heart pumping. To momentarily save everyone the pain of experiencing CPR in person, we will do this by practicing CPR on the dummies first.” The teacher told them. 

Henrik put the CPR dummy down onto the ground and started pushing down on the dummy while watching Jackie do the same thing. The teacher walked around the room, making sure everyone was pushing down in the middle of the sternum until the plastic click went off in the middle of the dummy’s chest. Henrik was doing CPR on the dummy, but the teacher noticed that he was actually pushing slightly too hard. “Careful, careful Henrik.” The teacher stopped him and sat down in front of him. “You’re pushing too hard. If you keep going, you’ll break a rib and cause internal bleeding.” The teacher told him. 

Henrik looked at the teacher, and intertwined his fingers before placing his palms on the chest again, waiting for the teacher’s instruction. 

“Now: Push down lightly, to see how much pressure you really need.” She said softly. 

Henrik pushed down a bit lighter, and found that the middle piece still clicked in the chest. 

“Good, good. Now keep up that same pressure.” She said. 

Henrik nodded and kept up a similar pressure. “Okay.” He replied. 

She moved onto someone else before moving onto Jackie. 

“Wow…Not bad at all, Jackie. But your elbows are bending a bit when you’re pushing.” She told him. 

Jackie stopped pushing, and adjusted his elbows so they were a little more straight. 

“Good.” She said. Now make sure you push with your body, not just your arms.” She said. 

Jackie nodded and kept going. 

She went over everyone else, before stopping the group CPR lesson. “Wonderful job, everyone. You can take a break.” She told them. 

The students all stopped practicing on the dummies, and sat back into their seats. 

“Put the dummies onto the floor under your desk.” She told them. When the students did as instructed, she cleared her throat. “Now, I would like you all to get into partners. We are going to try acting out the abdominal thrusts as well as the CPR. HOWEVER:” She spoke louder to make them listen. “You will not actually put force onto your partner, especially for practicing CPR. We don’t want to have to get an ambulance over here because one of you broke a rib while practicing.” She told them, making the class laugh slightly. She continued. “I would like you all to focus more on your hand placement rather than how deep your hands are going.” She added. 

Henrik turned around to look behind him and smiled at Jackie. Jackie waved to him, and walked up to him when they were given permission to disperse. 

Jackie looked at Henrik, and bit his lip. “Wanna go first?” He asked. 

“As vhat? Zhe victim? Or zhe bystander?” Henrik asked. 

“The bystander.” Jackie replied. 

“Ok.” Henrik replied. “Heimlich? Or CPR?” Henrik asked. 

“Heimlich first.” Jackie replied. 

Jackie started to pretend to be choking. Henrik was about to cringe at first because…you don’t need to act it out…but…he quickly jumped into gear when he realized he was ‘wasting time’. Plus, Henrik quickly took back his initial reaction when he noticed Jackie’s choking act was eerily realistic. Henrik placed his right fist on the diaphragm, and placed his left hand over the fist to stabilize his position. Then, he started pretending to do abdominal thrusts before leaning Jackie forward and giving him 5 back blows. 

Henrik continued this a couple more times before Jackie stopped him. “Okay, okay.” Jackie said. “I lost consciousness, and my lips are turning blue.” Jackie said, laying himself onto the ground. 

“Right into zhe CPR, huh?” Henrik asked. 

Jackie grabbed Henrik’s arm and pulled on it. “Dude, I’m gonna die!” Jackie reacted with a slight laugh.

“Okay, okay, mein Gott.” Henrik said before kneeling down and starting chest compressions. He did 30 of them, before pausing for a moment and starting another 30 chest compressions. 

When Henrik finished the third 30 chest compressions, Jackie sat up and patted his shoulder. “Okay. That’s enough. Good job.” Jackie said. 

Henrik rolled his eyes and shook his head with a small smile. “You’re a leetle bossypants.” Henrik teased. 

“Well, yeah. Someone’s gotta be the boss when the world’s in danger.” Jackie added. 

Henrik chuckled and helped Jackie up onto his feet. Henrik smiled and cleared his throat. “Okay. Your turn.” Henrik said. 

“You gotta act it out first.” Jackie told him. 

Henrik shook his head. “No can do.” He replied. 

Jackie rolled his eyes. “Fine.” He wrapped his arms around Henrik’s belly and felt around. “Okay. So where is-” 

“eEK! Jahackiestop-!” Henrik yelled. 

Jackie grumbled slightly. “Dude, stop wiggling around! I’m trying to save your life!” Jackie reacted. 

Henrik grunted and tried to pull himself together. “Okayokay. You got the posi-hihition- HAHAHahaha!” Henrik doubled over and started laughing. “Jesus christ, you’re ticklish. Are you sure you can handle this?” Jackie asked with a laugh. 

A few of the students had stopped practicing, and started giggling at the boys. Jackie quickly noticed this, and smiled a bit as he shrugged his shoulders. The man was going crazy, even though Jackie wasn’t even moving his fingers anymore. He was being all dramatic for no reason, and his drama was creating a crowd of gossipy women.  

“Okayokahay-” Henrik pushed himself out from Jackie’s hands and turned around. “You did zhat on purpose.” Henrik spat at him, clearly angry. 

Jackie chuckled. “I really didn’t. I was trying to make sure that my hands were in the right spot.” Jackie admitted. “And you’re just being a big baby about it.” Jackie added, crossing his arms. 

Henrik narrowed his eyes at him, before freezing when he heard giggles from the other side of the room. Henrik looked over, and noticed a few of the other students were watching him, and either whispering to each other or giggling at Henrik. 

Henrik quickly grunted and sighed. “Fine. Ve’ll try it again. But NO tickles.” Henrik ordered as he turned himself around. “I am embarrassed enough as it is.” Henrik added. 

Jackie wrapped his arms around Henrik. “No guarantees.” Jackie said. This just made Henrik roll his eyes. “But if you don’t wiggle around too much, we might get this done faster.” Jackie said. “Now…” Jackie placed the side of his fist on the upper abs. “Here?” Jackie asked. 

“Ja.” Henrik replied. 

Jackie started pretending to do the abdominal thrusts before bending Henrik over in front and doing the 5 back blows to the back. 

Jackie did this a couple more times before watching Henrik bring himself to the ground. “Okay. I passed out from lack of oxygen.” Henrik told him. 

Jackie knelt down and interlocked his fingers before placing his palms in the middle of Henrik’s upper chest. Jackie focused more on placement instead of how deep he was going, and pretended to do 30 chest compressions. When he was done, Jackie paused for a moment before starting up another 30 chest compressions. 

“Not bad, Yackie.” Henrik said. 

Jackie chuckled. “You’re supposed to be unconscious.” He reacted. 

“Eeeh.” Henrik waved his hand. “It’s yust a demonstration.” Henrik mentioned. 

Jackie smirked and poked Henrik’s belly in response. 

This just made Henrik jump and sit up super quickly. “HeY-” Henrik lightly punched Jackie’s shoulder, which made the superhero laugh. 

“Sorry, sorry. Couldn’t resist.” Jackie admitted with a giggle. 

“Alright everyone, stop what you’re doing.” The teacher said. 

“Aw man…” Jackie muttered. 

Henrik got up onto his feet. “It’s time to go back to your seats and begin learning about medical conditions and assistive devices like inhalers and EpiPens.” She told the class. 

Jackie and Henrik sat at their tables again, and continued to pay attention as the teacher moved onto the next thing. The teacher went over the assistive devices before telling them what they would learn the next day. After the class, the teacher gave the students all tests. If they pass the test, then they earn their first part of the certificate. And once they finished the test, they were free to go. Jackie and a few others finished their tests early, meaning they could go home early. When Henrik finished his test, he handed it to the teacher and let her mark it. “Thank you, Henrik.” She said before going over the test. It didn’t take long for the teacher to mark it, and tell Henrik that he passed. “Congratulations, Henrik. You can go home now. See you tomorrow.” She said with a smile. 

Henrik nodded and waved to her before leaving the room. He left the building through the front door, and started to walk to his car. But the man paused when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see who it was, but found there was no one. But Henrik wasn’t stupid. He looked up and turned around enough to find Jackie flying in the air above him. “Vell look who it is.” Henrik said. 

“Finally finished, doc?” Jackie teased. 

“Ja. Vhy are you still here?” Henrik asked. 

“Because maybe I wanted to wait for my new friend!” Jackie reacted. 

Henrik raised an eyebrow. “You…vant me to be your friend?” Henrik asked. 

Jackie shrugged his shoulders. “Only if you want to be.” Jackie explained. 

Henrik slowly smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Okay.” Henrik replied. “See you tomorrow?” He asked. 

“Right-o!” Jackie replied. 

“Okay.” Henrik hopped into his car and closed the door. “Tschüss.” Henrik said. 

“Gute Heimfahrt!” Jackie replied before flying away. 

Henrik had to do a double-take when he heard Jackie. Did he just speak almost-perfect German?! 

Henrik quickly looked out the window, and opened his car door, hoping to catch him again. But he was gone…Completely gone. Nowhere to be found. It was…a little freaky, to be honest. 

Henrik blinked and looked down. How did Jackie know German?! And…how much German did he know?! Does he know the basics? Or a lot more than that? And why did he wait until NOW to speak his native tongue?! Henrik now had to wait until tomorrow to ask these questions. 

[paulgadzikowski]

[Image description: Two cartoons in my MSPaint-based “triangle figure" style, on a field shaped like a full page torn from a spiral sketchbook. At the top is a caption reading, “sketching between scrolling”.

[First is three figures of B.J. Hunnicutt from M*A*S*H, labeled "been thinking about that fan art of BJ I reblogged this week". The first figure is notated "triangle BJ now". The other two have variations on how his hair is drawn and are notated "what if".

[The other shows Ruby and the Doctor of Doctor Who standing outside a classroom through whose doorway Sutekh can be seen teaching a class. Ruby is saying, "This mid-20th-century US high school has combined a business class with a home economics class." The Doctor is saying, "But that's too horrible to think about." Below is a caption reading "Suit Ec".

[End description.]

[vael]

Minimum Knowledge Required to Use GAM3

Someone who I have some faith in recently asked about using GAM3, Tinydark's proprietary game engine, to make a game similar to Marosia with elements of Flight Rising. I'm still in stealth mode but I thought I'd offer a license, and endeavor to get them an installation running some time in December.

GAM3 is a no-code piece of software. The pitch for GAM3 is the same it was in 2013: you shouldn't need to be a programmer to make a game. Eleven years later(!), that has never been more true. But in order to achieve the flexibility required to build complex games, I have had to make features which closely resemble programming.

Here's a screenshot from the most complex thing GAM3's ever made, URPG's battle system. This is the skill Mighty Leap and what follows after this event is played, is a ton of logic smartly injected (and cached) to account for all the features that URPG's alpha combat requires.

Most events aren't nearly this complex, but if you look closely you'll see a lotta code-lookin' things. This isn't a tutorial -- that will come in 2025 -- so I'll leave it at that and proceed with detailing the minimum knowledge you'll need for a comfortable GAM3 development experience.

Programming 101

You should understand the concept of variables, conditionals such as if statements, and how to use functions. Any functions available to PHP are available to use, but there are restrictions on any functions that could be security issues.

In this (nonsensical) example, we say: if the player chose choice #2, set the variable [$foo] to the number of swords they have * 2. Next, we increase their dexterity by whatever that amount: if they have 3 swords, +6 dexterity xp.

Understand web technology: here's a cute explainer I generated with ChatGPT which analogizes web development to building a house.

Styling With CSS

Websites are styled with CSS. Each game has its own stylesheet for overrides. We're still working on making everything perfectly flexible, but you're able to customize/override anything with CSS and most colors are based in configurable variables. Right-click on anything in the game and select Inspect Element to try changing a few properties and see what happens. :}

The layout itself is configurable through CSS grid. That's a big topic, but chances are you'll be able to figure out how to move things around easily.

Regardless, rest assured Tinydark is here for a minimal (or perhaps more) level of support should you need some styling help.

Game Design

Gasp! Yes. Game design is a real discipline. Here are a few resources I recommend.

Game Design Vocabulary -- I never got to read Naomi's part, but it's a good primer.

Extra Credits -- I was thrown for a loop when I tried to find the link to EC and it turns out they rebranded the channel as Extra History. You'll have to scroll down to find the Extra Credits episodes. They were formative for me as a younger designer.

Lost Garden -- A great general resource; Dan Cook is a brilliant designer and I have a lot of respect for him and Spry Fox. I recommend looking through his posts to find any that catch your eye.

Otherwise, it's hard to say what got me to the point of confidence I have now. I've failed a lot. I've read a lot of post-mortems. I've written a lot. I'm happy to provide feedback and guidance on the design of your game as well as talk about GAM3's strengths and weaknesses.

Finally, you'll really want to learn how to write a Game Design Doc. It is absolutely critical that you get your thoughts all out on paper and get settled on design pillars, as well as how to pivot out of them and determine the risks for your game/design.

[emiplayzmc]

EXACTLY. MAN IS GOING THROUGH IT AT THOSE MEETINGS... hope he didn't have to go to many of them 💔💔 I NEVER ACTUALLY NOTICED THE FACT HIS TAIL IS DOWN IN THOSE MEETINGS?? I mostly just went by his facial expressions and internal conflicts in those scenes (like when they're trash talking the older models + when that one not shown Pink's tail fell off and they called it a glitch). THAT'S SUCH A NEAT DETAIL RAHHHH.

ALSO YESS the human AU designs are so fun I would've liked to see more of them besides the main group, Eco, Link, and Scroll (I may be forgetting some?). Definitely think Joy would be a hallway monitor that got way too in his own head with power (think that one SpongeBob episode where he's a hall monitor....),

Scroll's probably some kind of major for home ec. (mainly baking / cooking) and biology - always been a thought of mine that as a human he probably would've been pretty into biology given his whole deal!! Like top of his class or something!

Ramon maybe would be like a school newspaper writer?

And then honestly IDK about Curson he's not fleshed out much rahhh- maybe just majoring in fashion design hjgfss.

And then cue the entirety of Mean Girls with the Pink Addi clique, and Clickon's the one that kinda fell in with the group and privately hates it ✨️

ACKK I love thinking of school AU's XDD

Listen. Listen to me

Do you know how much I LOVE that comic? IT'S SO GOOD SO SO SO GOOD

We get to see a glimpse of Click's inner workings! How his mind operates!! His complicated relationship with himself and the other pinks and what it is to BE a pink!!!! Is he just like them? Are they all the same?? Is HE the horrible one??? Is he not horrible ENOUGH???? WHO KNOWS!!! And the 'I miss my department' like MANS DOESN'T WANNA BE THERE!!! HE DOESN'T WANNA THINK ABOUT IT!!!! HE HATES IT HERE CAUSE INTERACTING WITH THESE GUYS MAKES HIM THINK TOO MUCH💕💖💕💖

Like, what if they're all the same? Then Click isn't special and he's just another darkner abiding by the rules of his code.

What if the others laced the candy platter and he didn't? Then Click is too soft, they'll eat him alive out there! How is he going to survive!!

What if he's projecting and nobody else even thought of lacing the candy? Does that mean he's just a horrible person in general? Is it not just a pink thing and more a HIM thing?

And then the visuals, the zooming in into the one piece of candy among all the others in the candy platter as he does Thoughts™

O U G H OVJJSBBCKROLNXNFODOF

DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHY I LOVE HIM DO YOU GET WHY I WANT TO INJECT HIM DIRECTLY INTO MY BLOODSTREAM THIS IS WHY HE'S MY FAVORITE ADDISON HIS WRITING IS IMMACULATE

[sepublic]

Analyzing BLADEMAGE

https://mobile.twitter.com/johnbaileyowen/status/1517566862908821505

Kudos to @anguigenus for this info...

OH DAMN??? Now a part of me IS afraid that all of this is material from a Season 3 episode that was canceled when the show was shortened, hence JBO deciding to share it anyhow... But the mentions of a labyrinth and a potential Gustholomule episode give me hope!

What’s interesting is that Matt has only been a Glandus and Hexside student, as far as we know... Was St. Epiderm his first? Is he a trouble student who’s gone through several schools? Does he aim to go to St. Epiderm? I appreciate the sonder perspective of Hexside, OUR school from the view of other characters... Esp the mention of mixed magic, which could suggest this book was written post-The First Day.

We know Mattholomule has connections to literature; He works at the Book Nook, helping unload copies of Ruler’s Reach, and later works for Tibbles in editing The Good Witch Azura. Not only do I see potential Luz parallels in projecting hard onto a chosen one novel about a magic school, latching onto the story of being given the magical artifact, and likewise being an underdog trouble student...

But again, it makes me wonder if Mattholomule has access to BLADEMAGE because he has ties to the book industry? Who wrote this? Tinella Nose? Jon DePlume? Some other victim of Piniet’s? The synopsis for Labyrinth Runners mentions that Gus’ adventure is prompted by the Emperor’s Coven visiting Hexside... This would imply the action for him happens here. Will Mattholomule compare the maze he finds with the labyrinth from his favorite book, not unlike Luz?

With Through the Looking Glass Ruins establishing parallels between Gustholomule and Lumity... Is MATTHOLOMULE a parallel to Luz here; And Gus to Amity? Since Gus and Amity are both kid prodigies who were the leaders of an extracurricular activity, only to leave out of responsibility for trouble they caused? If so, that makes Luz’s apprehension towards Mattholomule and past interactions hilarious...

Also, Slitherbees? Not Slitherbeast? What’s the connection, can a Slitherbee undergo metamorphosis into a Slitherbeast? Why are they both defined by the word Slither despite seemingly having nothing to do with it? Does The Knee just have a LOT of Slither-creatures, why are they called that? And finally...

King and Steve appear to be at the Knee here, due to the snow. I’ve suspected this shot to be from a more comedic B-plot due to its premise, and Labyrinth Runners appears to be our last chance of this, as all subsequent episodes involve the Day of Unity. In fact, I suspect Labyrinth Runners is the last episode of TOH’s original plan, before the rest had to be changed to fit in the rest of Season 3’s plans in response to the shortening.

King is Gus’ friend, so maybe through Gus, King hears of BLADEMAGE? And with Steve is inspired to investigate St. Epiderm? Or it’s just a coincidence that these two search the Knee for this, even as Gus and Mattholomule discuss a book about it. Or it will be like that one Spongebob episode, where Steve’s secret scroll of legends is actually a fictional book he’s taking seriously, and Mattholomule will call him out on this in recognition.

Since the EC is arriving to Hexside, maybe Steve hears of BLADEMAGE from Matt. Maybe he brings it up to him, or Mattholomule overhears. Since covenscouts were looking for the fabled galdorstones and Bria overheard this, maybe Mattholomule will eavesdrop and hear about their search for ‘blade magic’ at the Knee? Prompting him to tell Gus who tells King, and then it goes full-circle when King meets Steve! Who knows?

[introvert--weeb]

Hello! Hooe your having a nice day! So please hear me out! Can i request for Mikey, draken, mitsuya,nahoya, ran,rindou,hanma,and baji with a sweet s/o but have a brutal threat to someone with sweet smile and said " were enjoying our day... Can you please kindly fuck off before i lose my cool and chop your dick/rip your ovary? " when someone interrupt them in date by flirting with either of you

Gotta get some jealous vibes on this blog one way! I love this idea! I hope you don't mind that I edited the line a little for each scenario so I don't end up writing the exact same dialogue over and over again

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy it!!

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Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Nahoya, Ran, Rindo, Hanma, Baji on a date that gets interrupted

TW: mentions of threats, language, jealousy, cringe-y insults that authour has made up based around the prompt :)

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Mikey

It had all started off as a normal date between the two of you. Mikey had insisted that you both visit this new dessert cafe that had opened up not that long ago in Shibuya. He had been saving it as a date idea and resisted the urge to demand Draken to take him. It was torture for the sweet-tooth but it would be worth it when you both could experience it together.

You were as equally as excited as your boyfriend. It had been months since you were both able to just go on a date alone. After all, every other time someone who always show up and it would quickly devolve into a hang out session. Today though, Mikey had made sure to express how this time was just between you and anyone who dared interrupt will be dealt with. Sounds threatening but it mainly meant they would have to make it up to the two of you by buying bag loads of desserts for a week. Childish but effective.

It wasn't long until you were both seated at a table, one that was directly by the window. You couldn't believe how perfect this place was! The tables held a menu that was shaped as a crepe and even the napkins that were available had desserts printed along the surface. It was just so cute!

Nothing could do anything to ruin this date for you. You both ordered your favourite desserts (Mikey had to order something other than dorayaki and so simply ordered ice cream) and were now just waiting for the order to be brought over. All was well in the cafe.

That was until a girl around your age had approached the table. At first, you thought she might know Mikey or was maybe one of Emma's friends who simply wanted to say hi. However, that was quickly thrown out when she began to flirt with your boyfriend, twirling a strand of light brown hair around her finger. You simply watched, anger bubbling dangerously in your chest and you had to keep yourself from beating her ass. She must know you were there, after all, you were right beside her.

"Can you please stop flirting with my boyfriend?" You forced a dangerously sweet smile on your face. "We are enjoying our date. So please kindly fuck off before I rip your ovaries from your body," your tone didn't match your words. Every word was dripping in honey yet your eyes screamed 'murder'.

Mikey couldn't hold back his grin from how you threatened the girl. He knew you could be intimidating but this threat was something that amused him immensely. Rip her ovaries out? Over simply trying to flirt with him? Well, he sure couldn't get any more smug. You loved him that much, huh?

"Wow Y/N, never knew you could be so intimidating," the blond joked, amusement glinting in his dark irises. You simply blushed, feeling a little embarrassed but mainly proud of yourself.

The two of you continued on with your date as the waiter brought your desserts to the table. You couldn't have asked for a better day with your Mikey.

Draken

Draken had suggested that you both go to the beach for the day since the weather was so warm. You had packed a picnic for the two of you, wearing cute swimwear underneath a f/c t-shirt and shorts. Slipping on a pair of sandals, Ken had arrived not too long after and you were both off on your way to your destination.

You had both found the perfect spot and set up the towels. Draken simply threw his shirt off as he was already wearing his swim shorts, while you began to strip yourself of the outerwear. Your boyfriend couldn't stop staring once he realised how good you looked in the swimwear.

However, he wasn't the only one to notice and in fact, a group of boys had taken notice and were ogling at your now exposed figure. Draken nor yourself noticed and continued to enjoy your time together. After all, this was quite rare nowadays since Mikey would take up a lot of the blond's time. You didn't mind, it just made days like this extra special and much more enjoyable.

Ken had offered to grab the two of you drinks from the beach stall not too far from where you were situated. You were appreciative for the offer and asked your boyfriend to grab you your favourite cold beverage. He agreed before placing a soft kiss to your forehead, standing up to complete the errand.

It hadn't even been two minutes since the tall blond had left your side before one of the boys had approached you. If it wasn't for the cocky attitude that practically oozed out of him, you would have waved him off with a smile and an apology. In fact, you had tried. He just seemed to be incapable of taking no as an answer or accepting that you were with Draken and that's who you were going to remain with.

Speaking of Draken, he was beginning his way back to where you were, cold beverages in his hands. Everything seemed fine until he noticed the boy trying his hardest to flirt with his partner. No. He wasn't going to have that. And so your boyfriend began his march over to the towel, ready to smash his fists into this idiot's face once he had handed you your drink. However, as he got close enough, his anger and jealousy dissolved into pure amusement.

"Right, this obviously isn't getting through your stupidly thick skull," a heavy sigh indicated how annoyed you had become. "I am enjoying my date with my boyfriend and I really don't need you ruining it. Now, kindly fuck off back to wherever you crawled out from before I chop your dick off and ram it down your throat!" The smile that accompanied your words was too sweet for the threat. It was as if two personalities were clashing together in this one moment.

The boy, now scared for his own safety, was quick to scurry back to his friends. Draken watched before taking his rightful place at your side once again. Cold beverage now handed to you, he opened his own before taking a large mouthful. It cooled him down instantly and a breath of relief was released.

"So... About you threatening that boy..." Draken couldn't stop the smirk that tugged at his lips as your face instantly burned a bright pink. He was going to enjoy teasing you about this.

Mitsuya

The two of you were hanging out at the park with Luna and Mana. Takashi had invited you with him since the girls were asking about playing with you again. Ever since you both started dating, you had grown close to the two small girls, almost acting like an older sibling in some ways.

Luna and Mana were playing on the play equipment while you and Takashi were relaxing on a nearby bench, keeping an eye on the two young children. An arm around your shoulder as the two of you conversed about your weeks. You had a simple week so far; school and homework, while Mitsuya spoke about his Home Ec Club and the basics of his Toman life.

The date couldn't have been going any better, in your opinion. You were spending much needed time to unwind and be around the sweetest boy you knew. There was very little that could ruin this date, right? Well, Takashi had left the bench to make sure his sisters were entertained and safe. You had told the boy that you would watch over his jacket and bag, a soft smile directed in his direction before he went onto the playground.

Moments later and Takashi looked over towards where he had left you with his belongings. He was expecting to see you maybe scrolling through your phone or even looking over to watch the siblings. However, the sight that greeted him caused his blood to boil slightly and his jaw to clench. Some random boy had decided to begin flirting with you and it looked like you were quickly getting fed up with the advances. Telling Luna and Mana that he was going to check on you, he began to make his way back to you.

"C'mon beautiful! Just give me a chance!" Even his voice was starting to grate on Mitsuya's nerves. If he carried on, Takashi would not hesitate to teach him a lesson, even if it went against his more peaceful ways.

"Listen. For one, I don't know you nor do I wish to get to know you. Another thing, I have a boyfriend and we are currently on a date so he should be back soon. Finally, please fuck off before I rip off your nuts and use them to feed the damn squirrels!" You smiled softly at the boy, your eyes glinting with actual intent on carrying through with the threat. That was enough to scare the boy and for Mitsuya to chuckle to himself.

He understood how vicious you could get when you used your words. It was what had first got him to notice you after all. Internally, he was still seething at how the boy had tried to take what was his, but outwardly, the lilac-haired male gave you a soft smile and sat back down next to you.

Nahoya

Of course the two of you would be hanging out at the arcade. After all, you were both competitive and would settle disagreements with games. The current disagreement had came to be settled with a game of House of the Dead, a zombie shooting game. You would both take a turn and then whoever had gotten the furthest into the game would win this argument. Sure it was costing you more than if you were playing casually but this was your pride on the line here.

Currently, you were winning and Nahoya was refusing to back down. It got to the point where Smiley had dragged you away from the House of the Dead machine and decided this disagreement would be decided through the basketball hoop games. After all, he was much better at this than the shooting games. You just agreed, now enjoying the time you both were spending together as well as how desperate your boyfriend was becoming.

This had quickly evolved into a date, no matter how much Nahoya was insisting it was to settle the disagreement. In fact, he was enjoying himself and kept dragging you from one game to another. At this point, neither of you could remember the initial disagreement that started your trip to the arcade.

Collecting armfuls of tickets, your boyfriend had suggested you both head over to the prize counter to cash them in for a prize that you both could enjoy. And so you made your way to the counter where a girl a little older than you was stationed, looking bored out of her mind. That was until she had caught sight of Smiley. In an instant, she had gone from bored to cheerful and more than happy to help.

Nahoya had allowed you to choose the prize since, although he hated to admit it, the majority of the tickets were yours. However, your answer on what prize you wanted had fallen on deaf ears. In fact, this girl seemed too busy ogling at your boyfriend and trying to appear as appealing as she could. Not that Nahoya noticed.

You tried one more time only to be met with the same result. Part of you wanted to beat this girl's face yet the other part found yourself proud that you had been the one to get someone as desirable as Smiley. However, this was quickly dissolving into jealous anger as she reached across and 'accidentally' brushed against Nahoya's hand as she took the tickets he held. "Oops, sorry~!" Her voice was getting on your nerves along with those flirtatious giggles and glances.

"If you wish to keep your arms and ovaries where they belong, I recommend you stop flirting with my boyfriend and get the damn prize I have asked for twice. Please and thank you!"

Smiley was surprised at your actions. You never usually get so jealous. He noticed how you smiled at the girl, almost gritting your teeth behind the barrier of your closed lips. Nahoya couldn't help but find it so cute and savoured the moment. He was definitely going to be bragging to the boys later on about how badass you seemed right then.

The girl clicked her tongue before going off to collect what you had asked for. She must have been salty over the fact she couldn't continue to flaunt off her assets to Nahoya. What she didn't know though was that she was simply saving herself from your wrath. After all, you were not past dragging her outside to defend what was rightfully yours if she kept testing her luck.

"Remind me to never get on your bad side, babe!" Smiley joked, his usual grin growing. You simply rolled your eyes while agreeing with the peach-haired Kawata.

It wasn't long until you had your prize choice in your possession and the two of you continued what had quickly become a date. That meant a bike ride around Shibuya, heading to the local ramen shop that Smiley loved, and then back to either his or your house to watch a movie.

Ran

You would follow your boyfriend anywhere when you could spare the time. Currently, you were clinging to the taller Haitani's arm while Rindo was talking to his elder brother about some gang business. Although you were always around, you never did get involved in their conversation. After all, Ran had told you were too innocent and sweet to get involved in such a violent life. He did everything he could to protect you from his lifestyle.

Due to how intimidating Ran could look and act, you really didn't have to worry about girls trying to flirt with him, and guys knew who he was so there was no way they would risk it. And so you had no reason to be jealous. Ran however, he was constantly on edge in case someone decided to try and steal you away from him. But then he would remember that no-one would dare mess with the Haitani brothers and everything would be fine again.

"Babe? I just need to nip into the convenience store real quick." You pointed over to where the closest one was situated, remembering how you needed some odd bits of things. Your boyfriend simply nodded in acknowledgement, placed a quick peck on the top of your head before continuing his conversation with Rindo. Smiling over the affection, you quickly made your way to your destination. The quicker you got there, the sooner you could be back with Ran after all.

It was a pretty normal trip for you. You had collected all the items you needed, paid for them and started your way back to where your boyfriend and his brother were probably still waiting. Maybe they had finished the gang discussions and you could join in with whatever the next topic was! You sure hoped so since it was starting to get you down not being able to contribute to the conversation. It was as you stepped back onto the street that a boy had stopped you, a nervous yet confident look in his eyes.

Ran would occasionally shift his gaze from his younger brother towards the store you had entered. It was his way of making sure you were safe. After all, there were a lot of people in Roppongi that disliked the Haitani brothers due to their position. Anyone could decide to take out their grudge against him on you and he would not be having that.

It was one of the times when he glanced up that he had noticed the boy talking to you. Your facial expression was telling him that you were quickly losing patience and that something must be happening. Ran interrupted Rindo mid-sentence before trying to casually make his way over. After all, it could be nothing and he wasn't the one to jump to conclusions about a situation. However, he had a hard time keeping his anger in check once he heard the boy's flirting. It was just too bad the rod was left at home.

"You're either deaf or really stupid. I have said that I need to get back to my boyfriend. Now please, fuck off before I chop your dick off and turn your balls into fuckin' earrings," your expression was really sweet when you had uttered the threat. Your lips were curled into a soft smile while your eyes had shut to hide the murderous aura that would surely be seen within them. Maybe Ran was rubbing off on you too much. After all, you used to be such a sweet person who was unable to say boo to a goose. Now you were making threats that even had your boyfriend nervous.

The boy was quick to follow your advice, walking as fast as he could away from the area. You let out a deep sigh before moving your gaze to where Ran and Rindo would be situated. Instead, you were surprised to find the taller Haitani frozen in place not far from you.

"Hey baby! I got my things!" The hand carrying the bag lifted to display the items. Ran snapped out of this daze before giving you a soft smile. He would have to tell Rindo to not piss you off.

Rindo

Nobody would believe you but Rindo loved taking you to cafes that he would come across when he and his brother wandered the streets of Roppongi. It was more to make you happy but he really enjoyed these outings. He could spoil you with your favourite drink and dessert while it was a quiet space for you both to talk about your days. It was one of the only places where Rindo could get away from all the gang business. Here he was just Rindo Haitani, your boyfriend.

You both arrived at one of your favourite cafes, ready to start the first half of your date. Rindo had planned the day so you were unsure on what would occur but that just made it more exciting! Taking your usual table at the back, Rindo couldn't help but chuckle as he watched you scan the menu. He knew you would pick the same thing every time you visited and yet it was almost a ritual you had developed. Sit at the table, scan the menu, decide to have the same thing. He found this adorable and enjoyed the predictability of the situation. Made him feel like a normal middle-schooler for once.

It wasn't long until the waitress had come over to take your orders. You noticed how she must have been new since you had never seen her working here before. At least she wouldn't judge that you ordered the same thing, you thought. The exchange was starting well, she had taken your order with very little hassle which you appreciated. However, it turned sour when she turned her attention to your boyfriend. It was as if a switch was flicked within the waitress as she began to get a little too comfortable around the blond.

Small arm touches when pointing at something on the menu, leaning over so her cleavage was more pronounced, the flirty heart eyes and giggles. All of it was beginning to irk you. Surely she could discern for herself that this was a date. You really couldn't believe the nerve the girl had in doing what she was doing while you sat across from the scene. Thankfully, she had finally taken the order and went to grab the drinks and desserts.

"You OK babe?" Rindo noticed how your usual smile was tense and more forced in its appearance. It was concerning him since you were fine a moment ago. This poor boy didn't realise how much the waitress was flirting, if he even registered that there was flirting. It's not his fault really. He just hardly gets attention when they could simply flirt with his brother.

You didn't answer, just relaxed a little bit. You couldn't get mad at the blond in front of you. After all, he was clueless when it came to girls liking him. Really, you should have kept that in mind considering how long it took for you both to get together due to his obliviousness to that. Slowly your usual smile was reappearing and Rindo felt like he could relax again himself. That was until the waitress came back over.

"Here's your order, handsome! And a little something extra~!" The girl winked as she placed your boyfriend's drink and dessert in front of him. You had caught sight of a slip of paper and what appeared to be a lipstick kiss staining the surface. Oh hell no. This was not on. It was hurting your face by trying to maintain the sweet expression.

"Excuse me but can you not flirt with my boyfriend while I am sat right here?" Keep up the smile Y/N. "After all, we are on a date and before you decided to act like a desperate hooker, we were actually enjoying ourselves. So now that we have our order, can you please fuck off before I decide to rearrange your face and make it so you can't have children?"

Rindo's eyes were as wide as the plates that held the desserts. He didn't really know what to think at that moment. What had happened to his sweet Y/N? Where did you learn to threaten someone? What he wasn't realising was that he was rubbing off on you after all this time you spent together.

The waitress simply glared at you before storming off back to the counter. She must have seen just how serious you were being even though your face had remained as sweet as sugar throughout it. You were proud of yourself and turned your attention from the girl towards your dessert and drink. In excitement, you grabbed at the spoon and scooped some of the sweet dessert into your mouth like a small child would with ice cream. A happy hum left your body as you enjoyed your treat.

"You're scary, you know that right babe?"

"I'm just protecting what's mine, Rin."

Hanma

Hanma enjoyed having you around him most of the time. He loved how you made his days more fun, especially when it came to how jealous you would get. In fact, he thought it was probably one of the most amusing sights he had been blessed with. You were so sweet usually that it was a huge surprise to others when you got jealous.

That day, the lanky male had decided to take you to the amusement park, thinking it was the best way to spend his time away from Kisaki. It was also a good way to get you to cling to him as you were always nervous when it came to certain rides like the Ferris Wheel. You could handle rollercoasters and other rides, but once you were sat on the rickety bench of the Ferris Wheel, you would have to cling onto your boyfriend's arm in fear of falling out.

Just like most of the others, it was rare for you to get some alone time with Shuji anymore. After all, if he wasn't busy with Kisaki, he was busy with something else. But you knew he would show up at your bedroom window most nights to just say hi and get a kiss before he left again. It wasn't an ideal relationship but it worked for you two.

So when Hanma had text you about the date, you were quick to get yourself ready. You made sure that your outfit was super cute and dolled yourself up a little. Hanma would no doubt tease you about how much effort you put in for him but you knew he secretly loved it. You were his girl after all and he was a lucky man to have you on his arm.

The journey from your house to the amusement park was a pretty uneventful one. Hanma had picked you up on his bike but had decided he would follow the rules of the road. As unpredictable as ever. He parked up his bike and you both went to buy your tickets to start the date properly.

The day was spent like any other amusement park date people went on. You rode the rollercoasters and ate your fair share of snacks that you knew weren't good for you. Everything was perfect. Well, if you excluded having to hold Hanma back from beating up a boy that had tried flirting with you. That took some doing since an angry Hanma is a strong Hanma.

It was as the sun was starting to set that the incident occurred. A girl with long blond hair had decided that she would try her luck in getting THE Shuji Hanma. All while you were standing there, cuddling into his arm. At first, you tried being polite by making your presence known. If she knew he was already taken then she should lose interest and move on with her day. What wishful thinking, eh? Instead, it seemed to spur her on more, even commenting on how Shuji deserved a 'real woman' not a 'child'. That was the last straw.

"I don't know whether you are blind, stupid or have a fuckin death wish at this point." You let go of Hanma's arm and stepped towards the annoyance. "But as you could clearly see, Hanma is taken. Now, unless you want me to put you six feet under, I suggest you fuck off and leave my boyfriend alone."

Maybe it was the sweet smile that accompanied the threat but the girl was scared. You were obviously crazy, she thought as she rushed back over to her group of friends. She was probably lucky to only get off with the verbal threat. If she hadn't have left, you would have caused a lot of injuries to her. After all, you had to be strong enough to do that when Hanma was your boyfriend.

Speaking of Hanma, he had watched the whole exchange with an amused smirk on his face. This threat was tame compared to the others he had heard leave your mouth before. However, he was disappointed that the other girl ran off. He was hoping to see you make that threat a reality until he would have to stop you. However, he still got to see that cute angry pout that would always show up when you had calmed down.

"If only she had stuck around. Could have had some fun."

"Shut up beanpole."

Baji

Baji was the one who would mainly get jealous. After all, you were gorgeous and he felt he didn't deserve you. So when anyone paid a little too much attention to you than what he felt comfortable with, he would get annoyed and have to stop himself from getting violent.

You both had decided to hang out just the two of you for once. Chifuyu was busy working at the pet store after all so you could count that day as a date. Baji had his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you wandered the streets of Shibuya, entering stores that caught your attention.

The date was going well. Considering you both would usually have Chifuyu, and more recently Takemichi, joining you, it was nice to just have some time to be a couple without worrying about making the younger blonds feel like third and fourth wheels. That meant you couldn't really enjoy innocent physical contact like this without feeling guilty. So this was rare and you were enjoying it a lot.

"Hey sweetie, you want to go get some Peyoung Yakisoba?" Baji asked, starting to direct you towards the usual spot you would get the delicious dish. You weren't sure why he asked considering he knew the answer would be yes. So with a giggle, you snuggled into the boy's side with a grin.

Baji felt his heart skip about 10 beats at the sight. You were honestly too cute for him and moments like this proved it.

The walk was only a few minutes but you remained glued to the boy's side the entire way. It was your favourite spot to be. Baji had offered to go and order the noodles while you wait outside, something that you reluctantly agreed to. You only agreed since the noodle shop was so small that you couldn't realistically stick by your boyfriend. And so you sat on the bench not too far from the door.

Baji wanted to be quick, not entirely comfortable with you sitting alone. Usually Chifuyu would keep you company and that kept the boy calm but since he wasn't here, you were forced to be alone. And that didn't sit right with the 1st Division Captain.

You kept yourself entertained by scrolling through your phone but that was short-lived as a boy a little older than you turned up. Placing a smile on your face, you decided to hear out what the boy might want. After all, it could be as innocent of a request as asking for directions. However, you were a bit too naive in that regard.

Your boyfriend exited the building, the noodles in hand, when he saw the boy flirting with you. Anger bubbled almost instantly within his chest and he was about to march over and pummel this idiot into the ground. It was only what you said next that had him stop in his war path.

"As I have said about 14 times now, I have a loving boyfriend and if you think I'm going to leaving him for a limp dick like you, you're delusional. Now, fuck off before I chop your shrimp dick off and offer it to the restaurant to use in one of their dishes. Although there wouldn't be enough to use in even a kiddie's portion." You delivered the threat with your usual smile yet Baji could see that your eyes were sending daggers the boy's way.

Baji couldn't be more proud of you for how you threatened that idiot. It amused him so much that he couldn't prevent the laughter that erupted from him. The boy who had previously seemed filled with confidence, was now running off in fear that you would follow through with the threat. You just glanced over at your amazing boyfriend with a grin on your features.

"C'mon babe, we're heading home. I'm so proud of how you handled that though." Baji calmed his laughter before placing a kiss to your forehead. Arm wrapped around you, the two of you headed towards the apartment building Baji lived in.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Soccer ball to the face and im yours - Harry Hook x Male!Reader - Oneshot

inspired by this really cute modern LOZ animation 

Harry Hook Instagram page used in the MB created by allexsummers who i think is no longer on tumblr so imma just link to the page i found it from Here

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Harry was sitting on a beach near the Auradon prep soccer field, flipping through his science notebook with a lollipop hanging out of his mouth. In the distance, the Auradon prep soccer team was practicing for the weekend game.

Harry took out the candy from his mouth and popped open his water bottle, bringing it to his lips when something caught his attention. He squeaked a bit as multiple players yelled in alarm as a soccer ball came flying at his face. Harry braced for impact but it never came.

“wha’?” Harry breathed out in shock, opening his eyes to see a hand resting in front of his face, tensed up from blocking the ball.

“Watch where you’re kicking Siden!!!” the teen yelled, he looked to be around Harry’s age, a glare set on his face as he looked at his teammates. Siden, the one who had kicked the ball at Harry by accident, looked sheepish as he sent an apologetic look to Harry. The teen who had saved Harry’s face sighed and looked at Harry, tilting his head “are you okay?”

Harry just numbly nodded, lost in the teen’s sparkling (e/c) eyes. “uh-aye, um-thanks” Harry sputtered out, the teen gave Harry a small smile and nodded, walking down the small hill to reach the field and scolded his teammate again.

Harry continued to stare after the teen, who after a few seething words with Siden, looked back at Harry curiously, Harry felt his face heat up and hid behind his notebook to hide his red cheeks. Siden laughed gently and patted the teen's back, who re-adjusted his bag and walked over to the locker building to get changed into his soccer gear.

Harry watched the teen until he disappeared behind the metal door. He averted his eyes as he saw some of the teen's teammates smirking at him. He grabbed his stuff and rushed back towards the school; he had a class to get to.

-

Harry was in home ec, a class that was mostly full of vks who needed to learn how to take care of themselves properly (with the exception of some Auradon kids who wanted to do things on their own), hands deep into a pile of bread dough that clung to the surface and his hands.

He glanced up, his cheeks heating up again as he looked at the soccer field, the teen that had saved his face earlier panting with a smile on his face. The teen wiped his face of sweat with the collar of his shirt, revealing his abs. Harry stared wide-eyed and slack-jawed, yelping as a sudden influx of flour blew into his face.

“ah shit Harry” Ben cursed, setting down the bag of flour he had been holding and reaching out to help get the white substance off Harry’s jacket as Harry shook his head wildly, flour flying everywhere as it flew off his hair and face “sorry, I tripped” Harry grumbled a bit, pouting at Ben as the king smiled sheepishly at him.

“yer fine beasty” Harry sighed finally, clapping his hands together to get rid of the excess flour “my dough needed flour anyway, don’ think meh face did though” Ben laughed at that, grinning at his pirate friend.

-

You stared at the flour-covered Harry; your cheeks warm as you watched him laugh with King Ben. Harry had always caught your interest, with those sparkling ocean blue eyes and fluffy black hair that always tempted you to run your fingers through its curls. “(y/n) heads up!” your attention was suddenly ripped away from Harry as a soccer ball slammed into your face and you fell to the ground, laying limp for a few moments as your friends raced up to you, all asking if you were okay. You held your thumb up, and Siden sighed in relief, telling Revin to get the med-kit.

About an hour later, you sat on the sidelines with your phone in hand, holding a cold pack to your cheek as you scrolled through Instaroyal (Instagram but make it Auradon). You rolled your eyes at the picture on Siden’s insta of you on the ground holding your hand on your face, the boys grinning at the camera like the dumbasses they were.

You blinked as you suddenly scrolled onto King Bens insta, a picture of him, Harry, Gil, Mal, and Carlos in home ec. All making some sort of dough with the caption ‘we learning how to adult out here B)’ you snorted at that, he had the dorkiest captions. You tapped on the picture, biting your lip as you tapped on Harry @.

_HarryHook#1

-Never learned how to count cuz im # 1-

You laughed gently at his page caption, scrolling through his pictures for a moment, multiple with his two pirate friends, Uma and Gil, a couple with his sisters, and a few with King ben and the two original vks boys, Jay and Carlos.

You yelped as someone plopped next to you, scaring you enough to lose your grip on your phone. You caught it before it hit the grass and glared at Leon, who just laughed and patted your head “whatcha staring at? you’ve been red face at your phone for several minutes. …oh is it a girl~?” Leon purred, trying to get a look at your phone but you just pushed him away with your foot and angled the screen away “ooor~ is it a guy? come on you can tell me-“ Leon yelped as you gently kicked his face and he fell onto his back, laughing all the while “Rude! Okay okay, I’ll leave you be~”

Leon stood and walked away, heading over to the rest of the team. You sighed and looked back down at your phone, freezing as you noticed something amiss.

You had accidentally hit the ‘send friend request’ button on Harry’s insta “oh shit oh shit” you panicked, you didn’t want to undo it just in case he already saw and thought you didn’t like him or something?! But you froze again as the request was approved and the chat bubble appeared next to the ‘following’ button.

Harry had….accepted your friend request? Holy shit

-

Harry stared down at his phone with flushed cheeks, looking at the insta page that contained many pictures of you and your friends or family, the most recent one taken by someone holding your phone as you worked out, your muscles on full display which sent butterflies through Harry's body.

“So (y/n) is yer name, eh?” Harry muttered to himself, leaning on his desk as he turned his phone to lay screen first on the wood, cheeks heating up even further as he remembered the fluttery feeling of getting the friend request from you.

He picked up his phone again, unknowing you were doing the same as the two of you stared at the chat bubble icon. You pressed it at the same time and you were the first to “talk”.

-Yo

You waited with bated breath as the message sent through, and then smiled as it read ‘seen’

-hi.

Harry sent back, and you grinned even wider, burying your face in your hands as Harry started to type again.

-end-

okay im lowkey really proud of this its so cute and aishduashduahsd yeah, probably only my 2nd time writing a male reader? hope i did good, anyway~!

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Hisoka Mikage x male! reader

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Coming out

With his legs swung over the armrest, (Y/N) laid on the couch in the living room of the Mankai Company dorm. Bored, he scrolled through social media, disappointed when he found nothing interesting. He had hoped to find a quiet activity on his phone, but he didn't find anything he really wanted to do.

Sighing softly, (Y/N) put his cell phone on the table next to the couch and looked down at his sleeping boyfriend. A small smile crept onto his face as he carefully wrapped his arms around Hisoka. This made the silver-haired continue to snuggle into the chest of the taller one.

The (Y/HC)-haired man slowly ran his fingers through Hisoka's silver hair, occasionally leaving a little kiss on his forehead. (Y/N) loved times like this. He loved them more than anything else. But they had been laying there for a few hours now.

Everyone who went to work or school in the morning was back home by now and Omi would start making dinner soon. Even if (Y/N) was the only person who could wake up Hisoka without marshmallows, he just couldn't bring himself to drag him out of his slumber.

The silver-haired male just looked too cute...

But on the other hand, he wanted to stand up, all of his limbs were already aching and he had the feeling that he no longer knew how to move them.

A short time later, the tall, brown-haired man, who got called 'Mom' by pretty much everyone, came into the room to prepare dinner. Before he could go to the kitchen area, he stopped, astonished at the sight of the two young men on the couch.

But to be honest, he was more surprised about how long they had been on the couch rather than what position they were in.

(Y/N) and Hisoka hadn't told anyone about their relationship, or their sexuality. Hisoka wasn't afraid that they wouldn't accept them. He knew the members of Mankai Company well enough by now.

But (Y/N) had his concerns. Part of his family is still waiting for this 'phase' to finally end.

"You're still laying here...", said the 20 year old and tilted his head slightly before he began to smile, "Do you have trouble waking him up? Do you need help to carry him to his room?"

The male spoken to only replied with, "No, no...It's alright, thank you."

Omi was a little confused, but he didn't ask any further, "Alright then. Let me know if you need anything." With these words, he wrapped an apron around himself and began to prepare dinner.

(Y/N)'(s) gaze wandered once again to the Sleeping Beauty on his chest. Another sigh escaped his lips before gently shaking him. "Hisoka, wake up..."

(Y/N) started shaking the smaller one a little harder and talking louder. "Come on, Sleeping Beauty, Omi is already cooking." Hisoka opened one eye and looked up at his boyfriend before closing it again and letting out a sigh.

(Y/N)'(s) voice became quieter again, so that Omi couldn't hear him, "If we lay here any longer, the boys will find ou-"

Before the (Y/HC)haired male could finish talking, Hisoka got off of him and rubbed his eyes. "Last week you said we would tell them today..." he muttered as (Y/N) sat up.

The (Y/EC) eyed froze. He hoped Hisoka forgot about that. The silver-haired shot him a look out of the corner of his eye.

(Y/N) sighed, "I hate society..."

---

Several different conversations took place at the dining table, only a few members of the Mankai Company didn't talk. Among them were (Y/N) and Hisoka, as usual.

(Y/N) poked around in his food with a fork, the uncomfortable pressure in his stomach spoiled his appetite. But he swore he wouldn't run away this time.

After all, what would he lose in the worst case?

A bunch of idiots who won't accept love between two same-sex people because society said it's wrong.

(Y/N) took a long breath and put his fork next to his plate. A couple of gazes wandered to him, confused, concerned about the behavior of their good friend.

"You okay, (Y/N)?", Tsuzuru began, "You barely ate anything."

That silenced the entire dining table, all eyes were now on the (Y/EC) eyed male. Citron gasped in surprise, "And it is your favorite foot!"

"I think you mean 'food'.", Tasuku corrected, before turning back to (Y/N). "Is there anything you want to tell us?" He asked.

The one talked to briefly glanced over to Hisoka, who had only listened to everything with sleepy eyes. The silver-haired gave him a small smile, which meant something like 'everything will be fine'.

(Y/N) took deep breath and nodded. But before he could start talking, Taichi cut him off. "You're not leaving us, are you!?"

This triggered a chain reaction among the extroverted and rather loud actors, which, luckily, was interrupted by Sakyo. "Just listen to what (Y/LN) has to say!" Said the blonde in a stern voice.

"First of all...", (Y/N) began, "I'm not planning on leaving anytime soon..." Those words made some of them sigh in relief. "I mean... It depends on how you react..." he mumbled afterwards.

Hisoka slightly shook his head, "Just tell them..." "Huh? Do you know about it, Hiso-Hiso?" Asked Kazunari, surprised. Hisoka nodded, "It's something we both want to tell you."

The whole group was surprised by Hisoka's serious voice, they were only used to soft mumbling. Outside of plays, of course.

Homare frowned slightly in a thinking manner, but then started grinning and laughing. "I think I know what you want to tell us!", He winked at the two young men, "I knew it from the start!"

"What could it be?" "What is it?" "What?" "Is it about triangles?" Asked Citron, Muku, Sakuya and Misumi at the same time. "Maybe we'll find out when you finally shut up!", Yuki replied with an annoyed voice.

(Y/N) dropped his head on the table, he had expected something like that, but not that it would make him even more nervous. "Oh my...", Azuma began, "Let's calm down a bit. The whole thing seems to be very nerve wrecking for poor (Y/N)."

Tsumugi smiled, "Take as much time as you need." Omi nodded in agreement.

The (Y/HC)haired raised his head and rubbed his forehead, which was starting to turn red. Before he could say anything, Homare stood up and pointed at Hisoka and (Y/N). "You two are homosexual and lovers! And have been for months!"

"Yes." Was all Hisoka said while (Y/N)'(s) face landed back on the table and everybody went crazy. "WWWWWHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT??" some of them shouted in perfect sync before they started congratulating the young couple and bombarding them with questions.

Citron leaned a little over the table, "Why did you keep your love a secret?" (Y/N)'(s) whole face was now bright red. "Because I was scared, my god! Now everybody be quiet, my head is about to explode!"

---

Hisoka sighed, eyebrows furrowed, "They're still so loud..." he muttered as he snuggled back into his boyfriend's chest.

"You can't tell me that you didn't expect that," replied (Y/N), much more relaxed than before.

"I did...", said the silver-haired male, "but still..."

(Y/N) sighed softly and closed his eyes.

"I'm glad they know about our relationship now," he confessed, "and that it was Homare who said it."

Hisoka pouted slightly, "That was your job, though I guess you weren't able to prevent it..." He started to smile, "As red as you were..."

"Hisoka-"

*~Story clear~*

[itsclydebitches]

Its Own Reward

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Words: 2,098

Summary: If, at times of unseemly emotional vulnerability, Tech found himself longing for the one thing The Bad Batch didn’t have... well, that was between him and his overactive mind, thank you very much. 

Warnings: Mentions of blood/injury later on, but very minor

A clone's favorite game, in the whole wide galaxy, was Picture Your General. 

Picture your general in the heat of battle, lightsaber flashing, tearing through Separatist forces with the intensity of a Kaminoan storm. 

Picture you general in the aftermath, entering a meditative state, calming the battalion with their mind alone.

Picture your general giving an order and you, standing tall, accept it with pride. Picture yourself as their right-hand man. Their greatest asset. The tool that will win this war. 

Of course, at this stage one brother or another would point out the flaws in the fantasy. "Only a few of us will ever speak to them," they'd say. "You're not making Captain. Commander? Dream on. And watch the arrogance, vod. We're important, sure, but we're disposable too. No one is going to mourn us when we fall, certainly not a Jedi." 

From there they would either grow quiet in discomfort, or pummel the offender with whatever was in reach, depending on the makeup of the group. No matter the outcome though, the game would inevitably repeat just a few hours later, picked up by everyone from the youngest cadet, to soldiers a day from their first assignment. Every clone in existence wanted to picture their general; imagine up a person worthy of the Kaminoans' stories and, though shared with more reservations, imagine the place they'd find at their side. 

Every clone, that is, but Tech.

Well, he supposed Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair might be the same, but that was a hypothesis he hadn't tested yet. Out of everything Tech still needed to learn, that was rather low on his priority list. Meanwhile, spending time on a useless game was downright foolish. Oh, he had nothing against games on their own — they fostered a number of desirable outcomes, including, but far from limited to, a social comradery that would serve them well in battle — but this game, Picture Your General, had nothing to offer him. For the simple reason that Tech would never have one. 

It was a fact the Regs took great pleasure in pointing out. Frequently. 

"Ignore them," Crosshair said, stealing an extra ration off Tech's tray. History implied that he wasn't actually that hungry, merely interested in teasing Wrecker with the extra food. He'd pretend to save it for most of the night until, inevitably, handing it off as a grudging, midnight snack. Crosshair played with the food, but Tech knew his attention was on the rowdy group to their left. "They're not worth it." 

Given that it was just the two of them, Tech allowed himself a scowl, snatching the ration back. He had nothing against Wrecker receiving additional food, especially given his fast metabolism, but it was the principal of the thing. This was his. "Says the man who instigated four altercations this week." 

"I like riling them up." The food moved back to Crosshair's side of the table. "You don't." 

"You're mistaken. I take great pleasure in correcting our less cordial brothers. Though their initial claim is sound, the reasons for why we will not be assigned a Jedi are erroneous in the extreme." 

"You mean that we're useless, unwanted defects who don't deserve to lick a Jedi's boots?" 

"While I wouldn't have phrased it quite like that... yes. It's factually incorrect." 

"Hmm. Your face doesn't say 'factually incorrect.'" 

"That's because you're stealing my food!" 

"You're mistaken," Crosshair mimicked, this time stuffing the ration deep into his pocket where Tech didn't have a hope of reclaiming it. "Ignore them." 

Tech rarely denied himself the chance to speak at length on any topic he pleased, but this time he bit down on the retort that he literally could not. The Kaminoans had ensured that he picked up and payed attention to everything around him, even what he didn't want to hear. 

Still, clones were nothing if not adaptable and very little in this galaxy was black and white. The very thing Tech craved was also evidence of his greatest joy: the rest of his squad. They weren't made for a Jedi, they were made for each other. The Regs might have seen that as another defect, but Tech understood the inevitability of balance. If he wanted something as remarkable as his team, he had to give up something else in turn. 

Like the knowledge that someone else, anyone else, was fighting for them. To the Kaminoans they were property. Expensive and prized property, no doubt, but even the most beautiful tool would be discarded in time. To the other clones they were outsiders, a blight on everything else they took pride in. And to the Jedi they were... non-existent. Or near enough, Tech supposed. When called to assist a battalion they usually did so on the outskirts, getting into the enemy territory their brothers couldn't negotiate, leaving for the next suicide mission by the time they'd caught up. It resulted in a reputation that was, ironically, quite uniform, given their otherwise individualistic looks and personalities. The Bad Batch was a team of four who did what other clones couldn't. That's all the Jedi needed to know; presumably wanted to know. And Tech could hardly fault them for that when in the midst of a war. Like him, they had much more important matters to occupy their thoughts. 

That naïve indifference — an inability to be seen — might have been bearable if Tech hadn't accumulated such a clear picture of them. Oh yes, much of it came down to his academic nature, scrolling through datapads in the dead of night, soaking up information about anything, but especially that which was so crucial to the war... but there were stories too. The GAR was full of them. Whereas cadets played Picture Your General, soldiers spoke of the real thing, at times even more fantastical than their imaginings. Whispers spread through the ranks of Master Obi-Wan's compassion, claims that he fought for clones on and off the battlefield, giving as much respect as he demanded in turn. His former Padawan was, they said, as much a vod as any of them, prone to establishing an equality based on practical jokes and near-death situations — the kind of insanity clones were genetically predisposed to enjoy. There was talk that Unduli welcomed every soldier into her ranks with a Mirialan ritual, that Windu was fighting for clone rights in the Senate, even jokes that Plo Kloon had millions of adoption papers ready and waiting for the war's end... utter nonsense that last bit, of course. Yet every time Tech scoffed at a Reg's unseemly devotion, an awful little voice in the back of his head pointed out that the jokes had to stem from something. One did not craft rumors about a Jedi's kindness unless they had done quite a bit to establish it in the first place. 

Tech didn't need kindness, only assurances. Bonds with the Jedi provided his brothers with a connection outside of the Kaminoans. They were building a network, however small, for the day this war ended. The Jedi Council would fight for the clones, Tech was sure of that... but would they fight for a shadowy, defective squad they knew little about? Their place in this galaxy began with each other and ended with the occasional, dubious acquaintance of Hunter’s. That was not enough to survive on and Tech cared only about such practical matters. 

At least, that’s what he told himself for a time, but it wasn’t in Tech’s nature to dismiss facts. Like how once Master Shaak Ti had laid a hand on his arm after training, bestowing a smile and words of praise that Tech later kicked himself for missing, too busy being disgustingly flummoxed by the attention. That warmth, gifted three different ways, stayed with him long after they'd left their simulations behind, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't rationalize it away as planning for the future.

Tech wanted a Jedi of his own. He simply... wanted.

In time those feelings didn't abate, but they were buried under an avalanche of new ones which, from a technical standpoint, he supposed amounted to much the same. After Kaller, Tech had lost his purpose in serving the Republic. Worse, he'd lost a member of his squad, even if he eventually got him back. Crosshair's presence now could no more lessen his past absence than food in one's hand could feed a starving man from yesterday. Tech's home was gone. The familiarity of his brothers' faces, even those twisted with cruelty, was something he craved. Everything from the rooms they'd once slept in to the smell of sterilized halls— all absent. So if Tech sometimes stared out at the stars and felt horrifyingly incomplete, who was he to say what that stemmed from? There were too many possibilities. The data was corrupted beyond repair and trying to divide what he'd lost from what the Kaminoans had denied him was an entirely useless endeavor. An experiment not worth his time. 

Still, Tech was made of curiosity. His mind was always on the lookout for patterns and new information, whether he wanted it to be or not. In truth though, he figured that Omega's near death was an experience that would have stood out to anyone, genius not required. 

Her screams were quite the conductor for one's focus. 

"Shoot it! Shoot it!" 

The order was for Crosshair, but Hunter couldn't see that he'd been knocked out by the krykna's last attack, one spindly leg the size of a cruiser slamming into his side. Hunter himself was trapped, hands scrambling to free his leg from the cave's crevice even as he yelled. Tech noted, in the dim way his mind noticed most things during a crisis, that he was now using his knife for leverage, cutting into his calf in the process, uncaring. Meanwhile, Wrecker was overwhelmed by the krykna's cluster, something about his size and boisterous nature attracting them like... well. Like kryknas to a clone. Echo was trying to help, but the planet's magnetic field had been messing with his prosthetics ever since they'd landed. Tech saw them both disappear under a small mountain of the creatures, yelling Omega's name all the while. 

And Tech... he was running. Yes. He realized that now, legs pounding across the ground, heedless of the numerous arachnid bodies that crunched beneath his boots. He couldn't say that his attention was solely on Omega, her face now just inches from the krykna's pincers. It never was. Tech couldn't help but catalogue a hundred other observations as she neared death's door, most of them quite distressing. Like the difference in height between him and his brothers. Or his abysmal scores in sprinting back on Kamino. Omega was at least five meters away whereas the krykna, most assuredly, was not. 

I'm going to lose another one, Tech thought as his next laborious pant turned into a sob. Probability proves it. 

Thank the Maker his calculations were incomplete. 

Later, the five of them would describe the sensation as akin to static electricity. Even Crosshair, unconscious, would say that he'd felt something passing along his skin, heedless of armor and all the more disconcerting for being... impossible. An impossible memory. Only Tech and Hunter saw it though, the moment when the krykna rose off the ground and flew, all five tons of it, slamming into the opposite wall where its skull caved in like an over-ripe fruit. 

Omega sat with her little hand outstretched, looking just as dumbfounded as her brothers. When he finally reached her, Tech found evidence of the krykna's teeth on either side of her neck. They'd only just punctured the skin. 

A moment of certain death, averted through instinct. Destiny? Perhaps some combination of the two. 

"It's okay. You're okay. Omega, please breathe for me." 

Tech was blessed — sometimes cursed — with an extraordinary memory, the ability to recall not just books' worth of information, but images in perfect clarity too. Superimposed over a sobbing Omega was a cadet from his youth. No one important. No one whose name Tech had bothered to learn, uninterested in remembering it against his will. But the boy's words had already been spoken. 

"Kriff, maybe we're wrong, vod! Maybe the defect will get a Jedi. After all, don't they say the Force works in mysterious ways?" 

An insult, a taunt, and now perhaps a speck of wisdom that Tech should have heeded. He pulled Omega into his arms, one gloved hand sinking into her curls, the other wrapping tight around her waist. He'd performed this gesture a hundred times before, but this time it felt like something slotted into place. 

"There you are," Tech whispered and for now, he'd pretend that this was nothing more than a reassurance.