#but I'm not sure that I want to blast it full volume to my followers

[pikachugirltits]

•^_^•

[waywardducks]

Incorrect bat family quotes but as things me and my sibling have done/said.

Jason: *just trying to read* *feels an eery presence just watching him.*

Damien and Tim: *both just starting at him*

Jason: Yes? Can I help you?

Tim: Slushies

Jason: okay?

Damien: Take us to them.

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Dick: *Chilling in his bed*

Cass: *very slowly opening the door to his room*

Both: *just stare at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time*

Dick: Please, child. What is it? I can't handle this suspense.

Cass: *quietly* I have a pool party today…

Dick: okay? I'm glad for you.

Cass: …

Cass: Can you go buy me tampons?

Dick:

Dick: Of fucking course I can go buy you tampons! *already jumping out of bed* What size?

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Damien: *angry, slamming doors, punching walls, screaming at everyone*

Tim: Autism is one hell of a bitch

Dick: Tim, no

Jason: No, no, he's got a point. We really should get him checked out.

Damien: I CAN HEAR YOU

*he was diagnosed with autism the following month*

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Stephaine: *putting makeup on Cass* almost done!

Tim: we need to hurry, the movie is starting soon

Stephanie: It's fine, we have plenty of time, now let me do your makeup.

Dick: What are y'all doing? Why is everything… pink?

Cass: We are going to watch Barbie

Dick: Can I come?

Steph: Nah it's girls night?

Dick: Then why is Tim going?

Steph: He's one of the girls, obviously.

Tim: Yeah, obviously.

Dick: *crying* I wanna be one of the girls too

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Bruce: Hey, Tim

Tim: Yeah? What's up?

Bruce: Remember how you're therapist mention she thought you might have ASD?

Tim: Yeah, she said she wasn't %100 percent sure on it though.

Bruce: Well she just sent me a document confirming your diagnosis.

Tim:

Dick: Woah dude! Congrats on the tism!

Jason: Welcome to the spectrum little bro!

Damien: Is Dick the only one that isn't ASD?

Dick: *is sad bc he's left out of the club again*

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Dick, Tim, Jason and Damien: *driving down the road at 4 in the morning, blasting fnaf songs at full volume* IVE GOT NO TIME!! I've GOT NO TIME TO LIVE

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Tim: Jason. I'm bi

Jason: Okay

Tim: Okay? That's all you have to say?

Jason: damn Tim, tf you want be to say? Sorry?

Tim: No! I just thought-

Jason: If you have boy problems go to Dick. He's the one with the most experience in that field.

Dick: Hey! I resent that!

Jason: Oh please, you can call yourself straight all you want but you and both know you've what kinda person you were when you first became Nightwing.

Dick: I wasn't gay Jason I was a slut its different.

Jason: sure, okay.

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I'm gonna make this a series lmao. Being in a house with 6 kids gives you a lot of stories.

Also, yes, 3 of my younger siblings are officially diagnosed with autism. (Damien and my sister are literally the same person. I have so many headcanons about it, it's not even funny. She even has the same insane art skills, I'm terrified of how fast she learned to do things I've been in school for years to learn)

[infernafiresword]

“Throne” — an Even Joined Walls Fall Down Trailer

(In animatic script form)

Behold, I have used the powers of being Rora’s beta reader/co-conspirator/playlist-maker/back-up brain for good evil the promotion of her work!

Song for this trailer is “Throne” by Rival and Neoni. I completely skip over the first bridge and chorus, so keep that in mind.

Warning: Rora-Approved spoilers below! Proceed with caution!

For the first 23 seconds, the music audio is dampened, and the focus of the sound and visuals are on Tango and Jimmy in their apartment. Tango is sitting opposite of Jimmy at the table; Jimmy has his tablet open and is painting on it.

“Y’ever thought about getting married?”

“If you asked, I wouldn’t say no. But I haven’t thought much about it.”

“Well … think about it. Because if I’m gonna ask, I want to make sure it’s what you really want.”

“So you wanna go to war with me” plays in full volume, showing quick cuts of Tango suiting up in his hideout, ice crusting his fingers and changing his appearance from Tango-blond to Deepfrost-blue. His hand raises up with ice generating at the fingertips, dominating the camera before blasting the lens—

—Cutting to a massive bipedal rust-furred wolf, marching out of a wooded park and howling as “You're talking like you think you're royalty” plays. Its claws slash towards the camera, forcing another cut.

The scene shows a brightly-lit training room, choked with ice and snow. A visibly-younger Deepfrost is shown, teeth bared and furious at an equally-furious Joel, green lightning gathered around him as “You think that I'm afraid/But I don't break” plays, immediately cutting to a dark underground room, showing an older Deepfrost speaking to Arctic Fox.

“Why would someone snap and go berserk?” is asked by Deepfrost, with Fox answering “You did” as “I heard you question my stability” plays. A furious expression crosses Deepfrost’s face at this obvious parroting of the lies that followed his expulsion from the division.

“You think I’ll fall just like a guillotine” plays as the scene changes to the interior of the Poison Dart bar; the crowded and rowdy patrons pulling away and trying to avoid notice as Impulse strides inside and heads straight to the bar, not pausing in his steps, fully expecting everyone to get out of his way and being completely correct.

“But I am here to stay/Won't look away” plays as Sheriff leaps over gaps in buildings in pursuit of Deepfrost: a continuation of their cat-and-mouse game.

The scene cuts to the middle of the night as Deepfrost whirls around outside the arcade hideout, yelping and darting away as the wolf-monster lunges for him offscreen. “So you wanna be my enemy” plays as the lunge just barely misses.

The scene jumps to a park in early evening, with Tango and Jimmy sitting on a picnic blanket directly in front of each other. Tango shifts so he’s on one knee and opening a ring box to Jimmy as “You should have known l'd never kiss the ring” plays. The scene abruptly jumps forward — same location, but a few seconds later — showing Tango hastily disguising himself before icing over, as “Ice runs in my veins” plays —

And then jumps to a dark building, not abandoned but clearly filled with hostiles, hinted at by the cautious approach of Sheriff through its halls as “Won't play it safe” plays.

“I don't belong with your nobility” plays on a zoomed-in shot of two glasses being clinked together — a cocktail glass being held by a man’s hand in a black fingerless motorcycle glove, and a glass filled with red wine held by a woman’s well-manicured hand.

The camera pulls back to show the drinkers sitting opposite of each other on couches, a coffee table between them and both Impulse and False Symmetry completely relaxed and comfortable in the other’s presence. “What can you tell me about the Red King?” Impulse asks the Queen of Hearts as “Who died and made you king of anything?” plays.

“You think that I'm insane/That's your mistake” plays as the camera snaps back to Deepfrost and Arctic Fox. Fox’s eye glows red as Deepfrost angrily replies “You were there that day. You know damn well that’s not how it went.”

“Kingdoms rise and fall, I've come to take it all/I'll take it, I've come to take it” plays over a montage of division heroes — HoTGuY, CuTeGuY, Arctic Fox, and Sheriff — suiting up and being lined up together, quickly followed by “Kingdoms rise and fall, I've come to take it all/I'll take it all” as the Soup Group mobilizes: GeminiSlay and Blood Moon dropping down from a building from grapples and heading to Slay’s bike, before cutting to Impulse, taking a stance with fire in his hands and staring down an offscreen opponent.

“The storm is coming/So you best start running” plays as Deepfrost is shown frantically skating through tight alleyways and around sharp turns, clearly alarmed and afraid. “No, you can't control, feel it in my bones” plays as the camera jumps back to Arctic Fox with Deepfrost. Fox is frowning behind his mask, and he speaks:

“There might be something to that.” “To what?” “Doc isn’t the only villain that uses chemistry to get what he wants,” is spoken as “I'm coming for the, coming for the—“ plays.

Ten seconds of musical buildup plays, with the camera quickly cutting between split-second scenes:

Tango and Jimmy kissing in the park, with Jimmy wearing a ring on his left hand —

— a young Stephen Violett, smirking as he pulls the light in a dim room to his right hand, facing a wide-eyed man in a black bandana his age as his own eyes glow yellow —

— a young Deepfrost on a rooftop, standing opposite of Poultry Man, the latter much more relaxed than the former —

— Sheriff catching the arms of the wolf monster as he attempts to swipe at him —

— and the flashes stop on Deepfrost, eyes and chest glowing as a Sonic Shriek erupts from him towards an offscreen-opponent.

Right where the drop would be, the music stops completely, and the screen goes black. A voice never heard before asks suspiciously “Who are you, and what do you want?”

The camera now shows a man in an immaculate black and white suit, with a red tie and silver cufflinks. The thick black mustache on his face is a dead giveaway.

“You can call me Mumbo Jumbo” is said, immediately followed by the final line: “I'm coming for the throne.”

Smash to black, only broken by the title written in silver letters: Even Joined Walls Fall Down

[munacy]

Anticipation

@wolfstarmicrofic

A continuation for @stars-a-n-d-scars Part 1 (ignorance) Part 2 (duck)

There is no way this plan can go wrong. It was concocted by the ingenious James F. Potter himself, and James F. Potter does not fail, as a general rule.

"All we have to do, Wormy, is come up with a list of things that gay blokes like, and see if Remus likes those things too!"

Peter's eyes become as round as Galleons. "That's genius, Prongs!"

James is aware.

"Okay, so what goes on the list then?" Peter asks eagerly.

Well, alright, he's not thought that far.

"Hell, I dunno, Peter. How did we know with Sirius?"

"You mean besides the fact that he follows Remus around like a...well, like a puppy dog?"

"No, you're right, Sirius was too easy," James agrees grimly. Then he sighs. "Well, s'not like I'm some authority on queer culture; I've never fancied a bloke before!"

"...Not once?" Peter says slyly.

James tenses.

"...And just what are you implying?"

"That I know that you've given Regulus Black's bare arse a good peek in the lockers--"

"I WAS NOT CHECKING HIM OUT, YOU CRETIN! I WAS TRYING TO SEE IF HE HAS THE SAME BIRTHMARK AS SIRIUS!!--"

"--Okay, not helping your case even a little--"

"--AND I TOLD YOU THAT IN CONFIDENCE, YOU BASTARD!!"

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The following morning, they decide to wing it. Winging things has worked out well for them in the past, and the timing could not be better, as Madame Pomfrey has decided to keep Sirius in the Hospital Wing until she rules out a few magical maladies (although, not once has she let James skive off after being lovesick over Lily, which is a genuine illness). It's not often that they can get Remus alone without Sirius attached like a limpet.

"Watch this," Peter hisses, holding a peach in one hand and a banana in the other. "Gay blokes love bananas."

"By Merlin, Peter, I'm beginning to suspect there's a genius hidden under all of that blue-eyed naivety."

Peter makes a pleased expression before turning to Remus at the breakfast table. "Oi, Moony, I've grabbed two fruit, one for you, one for me. Which one would you like?"

Remus barely looks up from his book before selecting the banana with a muttered "thanks".

James and Peter share a look of unbridled glee, then turn to stare at Remus as he chomps away at the benign yellow fruit. His amber eyes finally drift up to meet their combined intense gaze, and he swallows, looking uncomfortable.

"Are you two alright?...You're sort of being… really weird, right now."

James breathes out a bit shakily. "You really like bananas, don't you, Moony," he says unblinkingly.

"Erm...No, not really. Actually hate 'em,” Remus scowls, clearly disturbed by their laser-focused attention.

"What!? Why did you pick it over the peach, then, why?!" cries Peter melodramatically and clawing the air with his hands.

"Because!" Remus yells back, brows furrowing with increasing bewilderment, "Pomfrey wants me to try to get more potassium in! Says it might help with the cramps around the full!"

He looks between James' and Peter's inexplicably devastated expressions, and scoffs, picking up his tray and leaving to go sit with Lily Evans and Mary Macdonald.

"Fuck," James moans.

-----------------

"Okay, okay, this is a sure thing," James mutters at rapid-fire. "Gay blokes love ABBA."

"Brilliant," Peter nods, face open and trusting.

"Quick! I hear him coming!"

As Remus enters the dormitory to exchange his Arithmancy book for Ancient Runes, his eardrums are viciously assaulted with the bouncy strains of "Dancing Queen", blasting from their record player with enough magically-enhanced volume to rattle the window pane.

OOH, YOU CAN DANCE!

"WHAT THE FUCK, GUYS!"

YOU CAN JIVE!

"ISN'T IT WONDERFUL!" screams James.

HAVING THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE!

"IT MAKES ME FEEL MY DEEP INSIDE FEELINGS ON THE OUTSIDE!" howls Peter.

OOOH, SEE THAT GIRL--

Remus casts a wordless spell that goes off with a bang, bringing the record player to a tenth of the volume.

"I fucking hate disco," he growls, storming out of the dorm and slamming the door on his way out.

Peter sighs. "Prongs, maybe he just isn't bent? Wouldn't that be such a shame for poor old--"

"PETE! P-Pete, mate, your foot!"

Peter looks down at his traitorous foot, tapping along—completely of its own accord—to ABBA. "Fuck!" he wails. "It's too catchy!"

-----------------

They have one last idea, but neither of them is enthusiastic about it.

"It's got to be you, Prongs," Peter whimpers panickily, "I haven't got the pectorals!"

And Peter, unfortunately, has never been so right.

But what if Remus falls in love with me instead? He's bound to! Doesn't that defeat the entire purpose? Poor Padfoot, he'd be so devastated.

"Don't think about the ramifications just now," Peter interrupts his internal monologue, snapping his fingers in front of his friend's gold-rimmed spectacles. "We've got no choice, Jamie. At this point, it's embarrassing we haven't been able to figure out this very basic thing about our best mate."

James nods reluctantly.

Into the breach.

That late afternoon finds James, alone in the dorm, exiting a gratuitously steamy shower once he hears that snick of the dormitory door shutting, signaling that Remus has returned from Charms Club.

Took the wanker long enough, I'm all pruney now.

"Oh, Reeemuuus!" James calls in a purr, very loosely wrapping a towel around his hips. "Could you come here a second?"

The door opens tentatively.

"Christ, Prongs, it's like a rainforest in here. How long did you shower for?" Remus accuses, his unruly tawny curls already protesting against the humidity. "And why are you showering in the middle of the day?"

James waits until Remus finally makes eye contact with him to take a few slow, deliberate steps closer, looking up at Remus (damn, but the boy just keeps shooting up) from under his dark lashes.

"And...when do you like to take long showers, Remus?" he murmurs.

"Eh? I dunno, sometimes I like to take a hot bath or two after the full." Remus' brows furrow in concern. "You feeling alright, Prongs? Maybe you've got whatever Padfoot has. Where is Padfoot, anyway?"

James steps ever closer. He could touch Remus. He's about to touch Remus. HIs mouth goes oddly dry with anticipation.

"Don't worry about Sirius. Worry about me for a second," he whispers.

Remus' intense golden eyes finally break their gaze as they subtly flick up and down James' body.

"Oh, is that why you called me in here?"

Gotcha, you lovely, queer bastard.

"Why, yes, Remus, I'm dying for you to--"

An exasperated sigh and eyeroll interrupt what would have been a surefire seduction.

"As I've told you nigh on a hundred times, Prongs, wizards don't get skin cancer. That mole on your lower back looks perfectly normal, as I've already said, and I'm not going to look at it again!"

James can only gape at Remus.

He tuts. "I don't have time for this; you're literally fine. I'm going to see if Pads is still in the Hospital Wing."

Remus exits in a whirl, leaving James reeling in the bathroom--wet, humiliated, and, if he's being completely honest with himself, just the tiniest bit aroused.

-----------------

"James! James!" Peter bursts into the dormitory with Sirius in tow, moments after James has gotten clothes back on. "Padfoot's out of the Hospital Wing and I've informed him of our mission!"

"Right, mate," Sirius follows breathlessly. "You lot are trying to figure out if Moony's gay, then?"

James moans and put his head in his hands. He feels this close to unraveling. "We've been trying to figure it out all day!"

"Really?? What have you tried?" prompts Sirius eagerly.

"POTASSIUM!" shouts James incoherently.

"Erm--"

"Disco, too, louder than eruption of Krakatoa," interjects Peter mournfully.

"Great--" James suppresses a sob--"Great, rock hard pectorals. Prize-winning pectorals. Boy's unflappable. I have no idea."

Sirius purses his lips, clearly between seeking clarification on the gibberish they've spouted and slapping them both silly. Fortunately for all involved parties, he does neither.

"Lads. Here's an idea. Why don't we just ask him?"

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Thanks to those of you that have stuck around! <3

Part 4: Thirst

[noodle-anime]

just! finished saiyuki og series!!! discovered the first resurrected edition volume recently and it has been. well. it's been a journey lol

oooooooooh boy there sure was some Anatomy and Proportions happening in the first volume but it was super fun to see the art style progress actually. it encouraged me to notice more complex poses and things in the later volumes, and when there was an occasional repeat panel like Sanzo and Goku's first look it was very cool to see the difference in quality.

i have a coupla favorite panels/spreads and generally tried to pay a little more attention to how things are precisely laid out and it was a fun aspect of reading. i want to do some actual breakdowns now, maybe compare early and later layouts.

also! i discovered and watched zeroin! my first intro to saiyuki was discovering reload blast forever ago. the art style in zeroin and the fact that there's a whole set of characters i'd never heard of before made it feel like an au or semi-canonical anime movie, sorta, but i enjoyed it So much and there are some specific notes on sanzo characterization that i want to dig into

sanzo is my fave and the kami-sama arc was So Very Good in that respect but it also grew my love for gojyo three sizes.

the way that they all react when gojyo leaves cracks me up so much. they're So Offended. something so funny and also so tasty that they will not under any circumstances admit out loud that they care about gojyo and miss him so instead they're like we are going to Hurt Him (because he hurt us) for Disrupting Our Daily Routine (he's a fundamental part of our lives) and FORCING us to turn this car around (he left with the full knowledge and expectation that they would follow through with actually continuing to pursue this Very Important job like they always said they would)

mmmmm gojyo's savior complex mmmm it's good.

got blasted by the idea of gojyo and hakkai starting an orphanage when they're done with the mission. hakkai was a teacher and still models himself as a "childcare professional"/co-parent to goku and gojyo wants to save somebody So Badly. also good luck resocializing goku to not be killing people/fighting for his life every other day for Two Entire Formative Teenage Years, helping kids and not having it backfire spectacularly in his face would be good for him

i just read the fourth volume so that's most of what i've got on my mind, i know i have More thoughts from the other volumes

besides the fact that sanzo's joints are gonna/have gotta be So Fucked Up. he really is a grandpa. poor guy.

feels good to nail some characterization aspects like genjyo "i'm a coldhearted bastard and you'd better stay out of my way" (developed coping mechanisms to deal with the traumatic loss of a parent and people repeatedly Attacking Him at an early age) sanzo, cho "yes i'm the wife/mother, please excuse these skeletons, the cleaver is only for special occasions" hakkai, sha "i'm the only one here who understands how to be a normal person" (he does not but he does have the highest emotional intelligence) gojyo, and son "i'm a teenager" (he's a teenager, also growing up with the aforementioned trio as parental/familial figures and starting to come into his own!!) goku

not a single one of these men has had a normal relationship or even prolonged interaction with a woman

i had no idea there was a whole brainwashing segment with kougaiji?? and i really want to see more of lirin, there are fun parallels there to explore that i really wanna dig into

i had no idea to what level sanzo was a bastard gremlin with a gun who just Happens to also be the highest of high priests before and now that i do it delights me. the very hypocrisy of his acceptance in his position disgusts him because He Is Not Priest Material but also it's what his dad wanted for him so fuck everybody who tries to take that from him. in any other situation he'd be the shady penniless vagabond gun for hire but koumyou happened. and now we all get to enjoy it.

[todayimgonnaplay]

Today I'm Gonna Play: Devil May Cry 5

I've tried out all the games in the series, and only managed to finish 4 and the reboot. The previous games didn't really stick with me probably due to its age, but this was another game I've been wanting to get my hands on!

As I mentioned above, I'm probably in the minority that liked 4 and the reboot. In fact, I think I kind of like the reboot more than 4 in terms of gameplay. It felt less clunky to move around and fight. I was hoping that 5 would take lessons from both games and improve, and boy it sure did and went above and beyond!

The story is simple and straightforward like any DMC game, although it's not as strong as 4 when it comes to the seriousness of it. The trio (especially Nero) does throw in a lot of one-liners, which might throw off people unfamiliar with the series or are more used to serious stories. But they're very reminiscent of action media in the 2000s where something was fun just cause it acted cool, and that's it. I think DMC as a whole focuses more on having some fun rather than trying to create an impact, which the reboot attempted to do, and that's okay. But apart from that, I really appreciate the chemistry between the characters, especially between Nero and Nico!

There were a few aspects I loved in the reboot, one being the art direction of the city of Limbo, and the finisher camera animations which were carried over from Enslaved: Odyssey to the West also made by Ninja Theory. I can see some of it has definitely carried over to 5, namely the slow-mo effect for finishing attacks. I was definitely happy to see that! I also felt that a bit of reboot Donte got carried over to Nero both in gameplay (by refining his combat and level design further) and aesthetics.

The gameplay is where the this title and the series in general really shines as usual. To me, this is the best DMC game out there right now in terms of combat. Having different playstyles based on 3 characters constantly keeps it fresh. There's a nice variety of enemies too, and the bosses really shine. There's also no sign of clunkiness that I felt in previous games where I sometimes feel like I'm wrestling with the controls. It's all a matter of getting good now, as me sucking at this game comes out full force instead, because I for the life of me cannot combo stylishly!

The soundtrack is also another highlight. I think everyone knows Bury the Light by now, followed by Devil Trigger. They're both amazingly catchy and atmospheric. I was expecting the former to show up in the base game until I realized that the song only got introduced once the Special Edition was out (or maybe I forgot this bit). Sound effects also don't hold back and really help amp up the thrill as you play.

I don't have any drawbacks to look at, other than some technical issues upon launching and weird performance drops during the second half of the game. I also had an issue that I couldn't access certain Windows functions such as the Start menu or volume control which is a huge yikes for me. I do not like any program locking me into their window and making it difficult to switch out. The only way to do so currently is Alt + Tab.

Overall this was an absolute blast to play and was worth being patient for! Makes me wonder what other action games I may encounter in the future that could rival this one!

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 46

*Warning Adult Content*

The Pigs - Knox

The sun shifts and cuts through the windshield as Knox loosens his grip on the steering wheel, his tanned knuckles contrasting against the black leather.

Old-school rock music blasts through the truck's speakers but the silence from Everett booms even louder.

He's been in a world of his own, staring out the passenger window with a far-off look in his eyes.

There's a lingering regret in the pit of Knox's stomach about the night before when he laid everything out on the table in telling Everett that he didn't want to be his boyfriend only for show but for real.

The lack of a definitive response that followed has since stirred up a well of nerves Knox usually keeps under control.

Was it a mistake for him to tell Everett that?

Was it wrong for him to convince Gary that he can take care of his son when Knox is fully aware that he has more enemies in this world than friends?

Is he kidding himself by trying to establish a relationship with someone so completely his opposite?

The near-death experience he recently suffered had clearly stripped away his caution regarding Everett.

If not for that encounter with Ghost, Knox probably wouldn't have ever voiced those emotions last night.

Maybe some lines aren't meant to be crossed after all.

As they eventually pull into the parking lot of the grocery store, Knox lowers the volume on the radio.

"Going in?" Everett shakes his head without even looking at him, opting to stay in the car.

"Okay..." Knox mutters, frustrated.

He shuts off the engine and removes his seatbelt.

"Want anything from inside?"  

"A bag of chips, please."

"Spicy sweet chili Doritos?"

The correct guess earns him a slight smile from Everett, one that lit up his anxious heart for a moment.

"That's it," Everett says. "Thanks."

"Be back in a second. Call if you need anything else."

Knox carries the small win with him as he shops quickly, moving with purpose up and down the aisles.

He's back outside in under twenty minutes.

The solitary shopping, unfortunately, did nothing to ease the growing knot fixed in his stomach.

He places Josie's items and the dog food in the backseat, then hands Everett his chips.

He receives another whispered thanks before driving off.

And much like when they began this trip home, it's quiet, apart from the sounds coming from the radio.

But eventually, a familiar tune floats through the truck and Everett's voice threads through the notes so smoothly and softly that Knox can't help but perk up.

"Wouldn't be surprised to find out you were a singer in a past life," he compliments with a low chuckle.

"You sound good. No bullshit."

Everett glances at him, shyly.

"I wanted to be a million different things when I was little... a singer was one of them."

"In an industry like that, your image and reputation mean about as much as your music does," Knox says, teasing.

"You think your fans would approve of their idol dating a biker like me?"

"I honestly wouldn't even care about shit like that."

"Really?"

"Really," Everett confirms.

"If I'm that deeply in love with someone, then my profession would just have to adapt because I'm not giving up on my partner. Your soulmate is a forever thing, your career can be gone overnight. Real fans don't view their idol as someone they own. I'd like to think mine would be happy for me."

Just as Knox allows himself to feel a semblance of hope for their relationship, the gas light flickers on, pulling him back to the present moment.

Cursing under his breath, he announces the need for another pit stop.

"I'm usually good about keeping it full."

"Next time we visit my dad, we'll have to take the bike instead," Everett says.

"So there'll be a next time?"

"Maybe."

Knox smirks, rolling his eyes.

"Too late. You already put it out in the atmosphere, so it's going to happen now. I'll make sure of it."

The tension eases between them as they veer off towards the nearest gas station.

It's so busy Knox has to wait at least five minutes before he's able to pull up to a pump.

He shuts the truck off and looks at Everett.

"Pump or pay?" he asks, nodding toward the store.

"We'll get out of here quicker this way."

"I'll pay," Everett says, stretching and yawning.

"Need to grab something to drink to wash these chips down. How much are you wanting to put in?"

"$80."

Knox pulls out of his wallet and hands Everett a hundred-dollar bill.

"You can use the rest."

"Want anything?"

"Just you."

"Ew. You really just said that..." Everett laughs and it's a big laugh, then he leans over the armrest and kisses surprise onto Knox's face.

"Back in a few."

Knox grips him by the chin and kisses him again, deeper.

"Hurry."

"Okay."

Everett stumbles out of the truck and jogs toward the entrance of the store. 

Knox sits back in seat, his eyes watching everyone's move.

Everett's taste is still on his tongue but his smile is long gone.

There are too many people out, too much room for someone to sneak up and catch him off guard.

He keeps his attention split between Everett and his surroundings.

The line inside the store isn't moving fast enough and it adds to his growing anxiety which immediately worsens after a police cruiser pulls up beside the empty gas pump behind Knox's truck... giving them the perfect view of his license plate.

"Fuck."

Knox exhales a heavy breath as he glances back at the store.

He can see Everett's slim silhouette now paused near the back of the line, oblivious to the possible trouble brewing outside.

Fingers that had only moments ago gripped his lover by the chin for a much-needed kiss now hurriedly tap out a message to Gavin on his cell phone.

Knox: At the gas station on Elms Street.

Knox: Pigs are here. Might be trouble if they pick a fight.

Gavin: Copy that. Where's the kid?

Knox's eyes narrow, high on alert and his jaw clenches after hearing a car door slam shut from the cruiser.

He watches through the rear view mirror as one officer begins to use his card at the pump, the other stayed put inside, his eyes glued to a computer screen.  

Knox glances away to look back inside the store.

Everett is now in the middle of the line.

He looks back in the rear view mirror, ice flooding his veins when he spots the cop sitting inside the car muttering something to the driver while pointing at his truck.

Acting on impulse, Knox places a call to Everett.

He picks up on the first ring.

"Hey, I'm almost..."

"Everett, stop talking," Knox speaks low, his voice steady despite the unease brewing inside him.

"Cops are getting gas behind me right now, and I'm positive they just finished running my shit."

Knox's gaze hardens as he checks the rear view mirror again, confirming his suspicions when the seated officer steps out to converse more with his colleague.

Their simultaneous glance in Knox's direction tightens the coil of apprehension in his stomach.

"Oh, God," Everett drops his voice to a whisper.

"W-what do we do?! What do you want me to do? Create a distraction or something?"

"No, just listen to me carefully because I'm running out of time. I need you to stay inside and call Gavin. Tell him to call our lawyer because shit is about to pop off."

The second cop begins to walk Knox's way with a scowl on his chubby face and a hand resting on his gun.

"Knox..."

"I mean it, kitten. Fuck what you see or hear. Do not come out of that store until I'm gone."

Knox ends the call after receiving a hard tap on his window, more a demand than a courtesy.

He tucks his phone away and answers it by opening the door and stepping out, his face an unreadable mask.

The officer speaks.

"Knox Hansley?"

"In the flesh."

Knox's heart beats a steady rhythm of defiance and readiness as he looks down at the tiny man.

"Is there a problem, officer?"

"Yes, actually. Your last known address is to an abandoned lot."

The officer's brow furrows and he takes another step forward.

"Why is that?"

Knox quickly deflects.

"You first. Why does it matter to you folks where I lay my head at night?"

"So we're playing stupid now?"

The officer's hand on his gun twitches, his tone edged with impatience.

"This doesn't have to get ugly if only you cooperate."

"Cooperate for what?" Knox challenges, his stance unyielding.

"You come up in my face threatening me over something you've yet to explain. Do I look like a fucking telepath? Because I ain't one."

"Mind your language, bastard. You know good and damn well why I'm standing here wasting my breath talking to you. It's about a missing person's case."

"I don't know of any missing person."

"The name Hayes Mitchell doesn't ring a bell?"

The name sends a jolt through Knox.

Of course it rings a ring.

It rings several.

He's the reason that traitorous fucker is dead, him and Finn.

But that night isn't one Knox would take back if given the chance for a redo. Fuck Hayes.

The fact that he's still a problem Knox has to resolve even after taking every precaution to cover his and Finn's tracks brings forth an old rage that he thought he had put to rest.

Knox maintains his composure with another smooth lie.

"I don't know any Hayes Mitchell."

"Yeah, well, we have reason to believe otherwise."

"That sounds like a you problem."

"Enough of the smart talk, asshole. How about you come down to the station to have a chat so we can all be on the same page," the officer presses on.

"As I said before, this doesn't have to get ugly if you cooperate."

"This is bullshit. You're harassing me while I'm minding my business trying to fill up my tank..."

Knox's eyes drift over to the store where he finds Everett with his phone pressed to his ear, panic etched on his face.

It's starting to feel like all Knox ever does is cause the boy pain and suffering.

The sweet moments and hot sex from last night suddenly seem like a distant dream.

"You have thirty seconds to make a decision," the officer warns.

He removes his hand off his gun in exchange for the handcuffs.

"Twenty-three now..."

There isn't an easy way out of this, so of course, Knox opts to go down with a fight.

"Fuck you, pig," Knox snarls, hands clenched as he bumps chests with the officer.

"I'm not going anywhere to chat about someone I've never fucking met..."

Within seconds, the officer at the pump shouts and draws his gun while the one in front of Knox sweeps his legs out to bring him down to the ground.

His hands are immediately cuffed but his mouth remains spewing expletives.

"Knox Hansley, you are under arrest for suspicion of involvement in the disappearance of Hayes Mitchell. Anything you say..."

The officer locks the cuffs around Knox's wrists as tight as they'll go, wanting Knox to feel the pain and discomfort.

It takes both officers to pull Knox up from the ground and load him into the back of the cruiser.

"You're lucky we caught you in a public area. Otherwise, that ugly face of yours would've been unrecognizable by the time we got you to the station," the first officer whispers to him before slamming the back door shut.

This would be less infuriating and humiliating if Everett weren't around to see everything unfold.

He's now standing outside blending in with the crowd, his eyes brimming with tears.

Tears yet again caused by Knox.

How many more must the boy shed before enough is enough?

[rapifessor]

Pokéchronology, Volume I: Yellow

Day 13

This was a pretty grindy day, unsurprisingly. I want to make sure I'm reasonably prepared for what's coming up next, so I've been planning my endgame and powering up my Pokémon. I'll very likely wrap things up by tomorrow, and it won't be long before I start the next volume of Pokéchronology. I've laid the groundwork to make sure all of that happens.

Without further ado, let us begin. Unless you're allergic to Pokémon Yellow spoilers, of course.

Victory Road

Here we are. This is the final frontier, the last stretch before I reach the end of the game. From Giovanni's gym, I get organized and set out for Victory Road.

Ah, but of course, I must first deal with Gary, who has shown up yet again to demand a battle from me, claiming he's going to "whip" me to warm up for the Elite Four. Big if true.

In all seriousness, I wasn't sure how I was going to perform against Gary compared to last time. And as it turns out, he has a full team now, composed of Sandslash, Exeggcute, Ninetales, Cloyster, Kadabra, and Jolteon.

Luckily, I had Holy in front at the time, so I didn't have to switch to counter Gary's opener, Sandslash. I outspeed and OHKO it with Surf. Alright then, no problem. Sandslash isn't so spooky anymore. Then it's Exeggcute. Psychic/Grass, eh? Alright, Ice Beam that shit. OHKO again.

Ninetales. This 'mon actually has pretty good HP and/or Special, so they survive being hit with Surf. Ninetales' Ember does very little damage to Holy in return though, so even though Ninetales outspeeds them, Holy KOs another of Gary's Pokémon with a Thunderbolt.

In comes Cloyster. Boy, was I ready for that fucker this time. They try to Confuse Holy, but fail, and Holy deletes them instantly with Thunderbolt. Finally, Gary sends out something that Holy can't immediately destroy: Kadabra. I figure the best way to combat them is with Mycoboss, though I was worried that Kadabra might get the W anyway because of their raw Special. Surprisingly, Kadabra survives a Leech Life, so I move to finish them off with Cut. Kadabra Recovers though, so after the Cut hits I follow it up with another Leech Life. Kadabra down. Thanks to the big heals from these moves, Mycoboss was able to survive a Psychic and a Psybeam.

Finally, it's time for Jolteon. You all know how this is going to go.

Prinzessin. Earthquake. Jolteon faints in one attack. To make matters worse for Gary's ace Pokémon, they managed to get off a Pin Missile against Prinzessin, which is super effective against her, and it barely did anything. This confirms that even though Jolteon is guaranteed to outspeed my counter pick, there's nothing they can do that's even remotely threatening to Prinzessin.

So yeah. Given that I swept 2/3rds of his entire team with a single Pokémon and the rest proved to be no greater challenge, I would say Gary is no longer someone I need to worry about.

Victory Road, for real this time

Victory Road consists of a brief route where you can find a few different wild Pokémon and a cave dungeon where Moltres can be found, which you must solve a boulder puzzle to traverse. The Pokémon found outside the cave are almost all above level 40, which makes them decent to train on. I'll be coming back to them later. There are otherwise no trainers in this area.

The cave is a much more complex and difficult sequence as you must figure out how to get through while being bombarded with Geodude and facing trainers with fully evolved Pokémon. Well, I could have dealt with the belligerent wild Pokémon if I used some Repels, but why pass up the opportunity to gain some free EXP for Ominous and Holy?

There are also a shit ton of items in this dungeon. Several TMs, most of which you can already buy so I'm not sure why they bothered, and other assorted consumables. I had to get my storage sorted out yet again and ended up making multiple trips to the dungeon, restocking and getting my Pokémon healed. I taught Prinzessin Fire Blast just to free up space, which wasn't a bad idea anyway since Water Gun had outlived its usefulness on her and having a powerful Fire move gives me a little extra type coverage. Or the ability to KO Pokémon with raw power, as I've learned. Also used the TM for Softboiled on the Chansey I caught, since they're the only Pokémon who can even learn it.

The battle with Moltres was... annoying. Mycoboss is too slow and can't survive more than a turn against the legendary bird, so Spore was effectively useless as a means of disabling them. I went for the good ol' Body Slam Paralyze strat once again, which did work but man did it suck. Ominous did a great job of tanking Moltres' attacks while I spammed Ultra Balls. This motherfucker literally ate every single Ultra Ball I had. All 18 of them. In honor of them being such a brat, I named them Bratwurst.

For the rest of the cave, I had fun decimating the teams of every trainer who challenged me. I encountered a couple Machoke during my time in the dungeon, which I would have caught if Moltres hadn't been a little bitch and I had remembered to replenish my supply before returning after a trip to the Pokémon Center. Eventually I made my way out to Indigo Plateau, the site of the Pokémon League, where the final battle will take place.

But not yet. I want to do some grinding first. I got sorted at the Pokémon Center and then got straight to training. A few hours of grinding later, my entire team is level 50, which I figure should be enough to carry me all the way through the battle for the championship. I know that the Pokémon I'll be facing are stronger than that, but frankly, I doubt that it matters. Constantly being at a level deficit certainly didn't stop me from laughing off Gary's notion of using me as a warm-up. Even if his Jolteon is 10 levels higher than my Prinzessin, it won't stop me from one-shotting them once again.

I'm more concerned with the Elite Four, to some extent. I didn't look into what Pokémon they had too much, as I'd rather it be a surprise, but I know that they specialize in types much like Gym Leaders. One of them uses Ice types and another uses Dragon types. Too bad there are no pure Ice types in Generation I, otherwise the Ice user's Pokémon might stand a chance against Holy. And Dragon is weak to Ice, which Holy also has more than covered. I'm starting to think that Lapras may be a little OP. My Lapras has a favorable match-up against other Lapras for fuck's sake.

Well, we'll have to see if the Elite Four are really all that tomorrow. As I understand it, you're forced to fight them all back to back with no opportunity for a Pokémon Center trip in between. But that's just a matter of having enough items for the job. Status heals, Hyper Potions, Lemonades and Fresh Waters, Revives, and maybe Elixirs if I need them. I'll just make sure that I'm prepared for every situation and that I have the ability to heal my Pokémon to full as many times as necessary.

[esor-ogramira]

Update on the status of The Fenrathae Saga! And Other Stuffses!

TL;DR: I'm putting The Fenrathae Saga on mostly-hiatus due to burnout relating to it, and am gonna start working full-blast on another project of mine that involves my former RWBY OCs. I'm also gonna make a poll to see if anyone within my tiny but sweet following wants to watch me fail miserably at playing survival mode in Minecraft with cheats and certain gamerules enabled!

To read the whole thing, click on the "Keep reading" thingy below!

Sooooooo, I've realized that I'm very burned out with writing for The Fenrathae Saga. As in, I've been finding significantly more enjoyment in writing in my other projects and playing Minecraft than working on anything relating to The Fenrathae Saga and Volume 1, lately. I've also been thinking about my other projects much more often than The Fenrathae Saga, itself.

So I've decided to put The Fenrathae Saga on the back burner for the time being, aka, put it on a mostly-hiatus! For the most part, I won't be working on it as often as I have for the past 2 years, but I'll probably still chip away at the comic script every now and then. So no, the webcomic is not cancelled at all! This just means that the webcomic will come out a lot later than I anticipated.

The reason I'm doing this is because I know that if I force myself to work on something that I don't want to work on at the moment, then that something won't be done very well. I don't want The Fenrathae Saga to not be done to the best of my abilities, and I especially don't want that for the webcomic. Plus, I've been working on this iteration of The Fenrathae Saga nonstop since March of 2021. I've discovered that my way of working is to work on something full-blast for a few years, then pick up something else that I'd like to work on, set the first thing on the back burner, and then work on that something else full-blast for a few years. I definitely don't plan on abandoning The Fenrathae Saga anytime soon, another project that I've been working on on-and-off has just caught the rest of my attention when I really needed to switch passion projects for a while.

And that something else involves my former RWBY OCs! Yes, former RWBY OCs. Back when I was still really into RWBY, I developed some fan characters for a bit. I never really wrote down the story, but by the time I thought to write it down, the trailer for RWBY Volume 7 had come out, and just watching it made me realize that I'd gotten wayyyyy too emotionally invested in it to continue watching it. And then that one Twitter/X teaser where Team RWBY and Them were suddenly wanted by the government for canonical reasons really turned me off. Don't get me wrong, it's a pretty good show! Maybe not the best of shows, but it's still decent! Buuuuuuut, I just decided from that point on that I would not watch RWBY anymore and not follow any of the RWBY Official social media accounts, for my own mental health.

So after that, I decided to take my RWBY OCs and make them actual original characters and make their story and actually original story. And that's what brings us to today, where I've decided to work on their story and worldbuilding full-blast! So far, I have a good portion of the lore worked out, and most of the basics of the magic system (where there's actual magic and lots of magically-inclined mortal races of people). The story itself is still a major WIP, and I'm not sure what I'll do with the story once I feels it's ready to be shared.

OH! Also, I'm considering recording videos of me playing Java Edition Minecraft, either in survival mode with cheats and Keep Inventory enabled and no Wardens/Phantoms/Pillager Raid Parties spawning and Mob Griefing disabled, or in creative mode with all of those gamerules inplaces and cheats enabled. I know, I know, that's "not what real gamers do!" But I'm a very casual gamer, and I think the world needs more casual Minecraft YouTubers. Plus, I'm not gonna be playing to fulfill every last whim of every last potential subscriber, I'm gonna be playing Minecraft to make myself happy and to show the world how I play Minecraft. Those gamerules and cheats exist for a good reason, and that's to make the game more accessible for casual players who don't like dealing with certain annoying/scary aspects of the game! If you don't like the fact that I'm playing the game with those gamerules enabled and/or disabled, then... don't play in your Minecraft singleplayer worlds like that?? I don't know what else to tell those who don't like games being accessible to anyone who doesn't want to play games in constant fear of dying and losing all your stuff.

But since this post is so long already, I'm gonna make a separate poll to gauge interest within my small but sweet following about watching my hypothetical Minecraft videos! They'd all be uploaded to my second YouTube channel, which is @/EsorOgramiraMisc on YouTube!

[infinitefandomimagines]

Things the hq boys secretly love pt. 2

WARNINGS: language

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CHARACTERS: Oikawa Tooru, Kita Shinsuke, Tendou Satori, and Terushima Yuuji

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part 1 , part 2

OIKAWA TOORU

• when you put makeup on him / use him as a canvas to practice looks.

• you would do it on yourself, but it's easier to follow along with the tutorials when doing it on someone else. plus it gives you an excuse to spend time with and be close to your boyfriend.

• oikawa will literally complain non-stop about how he doesn't want you prodding at his face with brushes and how all the products will make him break out. but the second you do a new look without practicing on him first he's offended.

• because no matter how much he claims to hate it, he secretly loves it. the brushes feel so soft and ticklish against his skin, and your touch is always so gentle and warm. plus, he's more than happy with the proximity between the two of you.

• as a comprise for letting you do this, you let him lay on his back on your shared bed (the lighting isn't great but at least he's comfy). you'll splay out your products around the empty bed space and then perch yourself on top of him, straddling his hips. you'll get super close to his face, bending down to hover over him, the palm of your non dominant hand pressed against his chest to steady yourself

• he's lowkey scared you'll feel how fast his heart is beating, but you never mention it.

• your face is mere inches away from his and he takes full advantage of this, stealing little kisses from you when you're least expecting it.

• also loves to rest his hands on your hips, playing with the hem of your shirt, finger tips lightly grazing the skin beneath.

• mf thinks its funny to poke your sides randomly to make you jump

• "tooru– keep doing that and i'll actually stab you in the eye."

• spoiler alert: he keeps doing it and you do end up stabbing him in the eye (accidently ofc)

• after you're done, he'll let you take as many photos of the look as you want. he even takes a few for himself because he's proud of your work and wants to show it off to iwa later.

• lowkey feeling himself

• if you thought this man's ego was big before hand...

• "i look pretty hot, don't i y/n–chan? i think blue is really my color."

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KITA SHINSUKE

• when you take care of and baby him, especially if he's sick.

• he's perfectly capable of taking care of himself, and both of you know that. mf is literally one of the most responsible people ever.

• but something inside of him just … melts when you dote over him.

• this usually happens when you can tell he's had a long and tiring day, or on he rare occasion he gets sick.

• you'll cook for him, give him a little massage, cuddle him, help him bathe, do his chores, anything to alleviate some of the stress weighing on him.

• his favorite thing ever is when you let him lay his head in your lap. will fall asleep in five minutes flat when you start playing with his hair.

• literally the second he tries to do anything you're glaring at him with your arms crossed over your chest, telling him to get back to bed before he makes his fever any worse.

• he'll insist that he's fine and can make his own soup / do his own chore work but will cave so quickly when you don't give up.

• man barely puts up a fight anymore, just let's you do your thing and accepts his fate.

• almost like he wants to be taken care of … suspicious.

• kita is a pretty self sufficient person, but he has to admit, it just feels nice to have someone care for him so tenderly. it shows how much you care for him.

• he likes to act all put together and stoic but his insides are complete mush when it comes to you.

• won't admit how much he secretly loves it, but he's sure to let you know how appreciative he is of you taking care of him. will never let your efforts go unnoticed or without praise.

• (but maybe don't baby him in public, poor boy gets so flustered and embarrassed)

• and don't think for one second that when the roles are reversed, and you're the one who's sick or tired, that he's gonna let you lift a single finger.

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TENDOU SATORI

• when you show him off in public or to your friends.

• the first time tendou met your friends was when you unexpectedly ran into them at a coffee shop while the two of you were on a date. you ran up and greeted them while tendou kept his distance, not sure if you'd want to introduce him.

• poor baby still has some insecurities left over from his childhood and thinks you wouldn't want to be seen with a "freak" or that somehow you'd be ashamed of dating him.

• baby boy could not be more wrong, you are so proud to be dating him.

• one second you're talking to your friends and the next you're dragging him over by his wrist to meet them.

• literally stands there like he's suddenly ushijima, just: 🧍‍♂️

• but then you lace your fingers with his and press and soft kiss to his cheek before you say, "guys this is who i was telling you about, my boyfriend, tendou!"

• now tendou has never been one to get flustered easily, but right now he's blushing like a madman. his heart swelling when you so eagerly introduced him as your boyfriend.

• and then your friends start saying things like "we've heard so many things about you" and "y/n talks about you a lot"

• he can feel his confidence growing by the second. even after your friends walk away, he's still riding the high of being bragged about.

• "you talk about me?"

• "duh, why wouldn't i? you're the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for, 'tori."

• he swears he falls in love all over again right then and there.

• please continue to show him off, it makes him so unbelievably happy, even more so when you're not afraid to use pda with him.

• i just know this man loves pda

• used to be really hesitate when it came to pda in the beginning of your relationship. but, once he saw how unbothered you were when it came to being affectionate in public he started to get bolder.

• he loves having his arm wrapped around your waist or his hand in your back pocket at all times.

• he's never told you, but you've helped him gain a lot of confidence and see himself as more than a "monster" or "freak."

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TERUSHIMA YUUJI

• when you call or text him at 2am to go get food with you.

• it's become a common occurrence and at this point he expects to hear from you at least three nights out of the week. he's even started leaving his phone on full volume to make sure hears your call or text.

• will always respond.

• literally the second he gets that "you up? i'm hungry." text he's already grabbed his keys and is out the door.

• sometimes you feel guilty for waking him up, but he always says something like "i was awake anyways" or "i'm kinda hungry too, perfect timing."

• terushima yuuji was in fact neither awake nor hungry. 

• but he'll be damned if you ask someone else

• one time you went a week without asking him to go and mf got so butthurt. was all like: "babe are you cheating on me? are you asking other people to take you to get food? i thought you loved me." (doesn't actually think you're cheating, he just likes being dramatic).

• he loves blasting music while you both sing at the top of your lungs with the windows down on your little convince store trips.

• it's just a miniscule little moment but it's makes his heart happy every time.

• 2am chats with terushima yuuji are next level, you can't convince me otherwise.

• sometimes when the two of you are too riled up from your trip to go back to bed, you'll find a park to eat and mess around at.

• the cops may or may not have been called once for a noise complaint.

• after your little night trips he'll usually bring you back to his place and you'll end up staying the night, giving him cuddles as a sort of thank you.

• even though he teasingly complains about you dragging him out, claiming "you owe me." he loves going out with you and would never even dream of making you pay him back.

[anonymous-cupcakea03]

Pspsps mind if I use the ask box to talk about a few of my own thoughts (and headcanons cause this got out of hand) on who in enstars the prsk characters would be a fan of?:

-No one so far has mentioned Akatsuki and for some reason of all the PRSK characters to like them I think Honami?? I don’t get why she just seems like she’d like them

-Shiho, while she doesn’t hate CrazyB, is definitely a little tired of hearing them be talked about all over the live house she works at. I just kinda think this because Shiho seems like a very strict, “ok if we’re gonna go pro we need to do it right” kinda person and then theres this idol groups whos just kinda WINGING IT shes a little confused

-An has gotten Kohane to sing an Eve song with her at least once (come to think of it, Eden and VBS both have a theme of 2 pairs coming to together as one quartet group)

-I think you mentioned before that Tsukasa probably introduced Touya to Valkyrie, and Tsukasa seems like he’d be a fan too (Classical, and I’m fairly sure Tsukasa canonically likes to sew, + Shu’s in dramatica)

-Emu has probably introduced Nene to Sora’s solo (“It’s about video games you’ll love it”)

-Speaking of Nene, she probably listens to a lot of idols mostly to focus on their singing voices rather than the music itself, she does this to help find more ways for her to project her singing voice properly

-Speaking of Emu, random headcanon she sometimes calls Rab*its the “bouncy bouncy fun group!” and people have to guess what she’s talking about

-N25 probably puts Knights music in the background while their working sometimes, especially since Mizuki loves it, Kanade and Mafuyu seem ok with it and Ena probably couldn’t care less (anything is better than what her brother blasts at full volume all the time)

Anyway sorry for the long ask, I don’t have an active tumblr account so there’s no other way for me to ramble all this lmao. Hope you enjoy this mess!

You sent this a while ago and the only reason I'm posting this now is because every time i read this I'd get too excited and had to take a walk to calm myself down and it was,,, a cycle hkahdjs now that I have some coherent thoughts again:

Everything you said I 100% agree with. This is top tier shit right here. I never mentioned Akatsuki in my original post (mainly bc I don't know enough about the group to say anything about them) but for some reason you are so right about Honami??? Shiho also definitely seems like the type of person to be concerned about Crazy:B, all her related events have her concerned about doing everything right to go pro so having this random group just?? Do what they want?? Is very confusing and concerning to her. Your An and Kohane comment also made me immediately think of trap for you bc you cannot tell me An hasn't convinced Kohane to sing that with her at some point ("we gotta do the fake kiss, Kohane, we gotta follow the choreography!")

Also definitely believe Tsukasa would love Valkyries outfits and has attempted to replicate them to varying degrees of success. Also also, Emu referring to Ra*bits as the "bouncy bouncy fun group" is such a her thing to do that I'm probably gonna steal that for my wxs centric project stars fic. N25 also definitely listens to Knights together, I feel like they all probably resonate with at least one song from the group (and I feel Knights would also be their biggest fans, especially with infinitely gray)

Thank you so much for rambling (I probably did an equally long ramble in response), don't ever apologize, and if you ever wanna ramble in my ask box again I give you my full permission to do so.

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

i am very much enjoying my vague void! it's currently blasting hozier at full volume and that's almost louder than my internal screaming (don't worry, everything is fine, i just saw a spider)

i've never once in my life have followed a recipe correctly. all of my measurements are completely random and whatever happens happens. it is no longer in my hands. whatever eldritch entities exist take the wheel. and i absolutely refuse to spell anything in english without autocorrect because y'all have way too many double letters and random vowel placement

thank you! sadly, i won't have a break right now, because we just had christmas vacations, but the start of the new semester is always pretty chill. and you're absolutely right, i should take up necromancy! the snow and the cold will add to my mysterious vibes. i just need to get a big black cape with a hood to complete the aesthetic

i definitely picture everything above 5'6 feet as the same height. 5'7 and 6'2? the exact same thing. no difference here

how is morepork a real bird name. it's just... more pork? but the bird is magnificent. i completely approve of your first order as bird queen, not that you need approval from mere peasants like me, but it's a great order. ohhh salps look really cool, and it does look a lot like it! when you said boob implant i thought of mermaids and them using salps as boob implants but then i realised wait wouldn't jellyfish be better for that? because of their shape? ignoring their little leggies they're quite boob shaped, no? and then i realised that i was thinking about mermaids and alive boob implants... if i had to think it, you have to read it. i'm sorry

i was sold before but now i'm even more sure that i want to hire you. and I'll make sure to have lactose free cheese for the backflips (unless you want the lactose version? i'm not judging). will the biting of ankles cost extra?

that sounds like a brilliant set-up for a horror movie where they kill off all the children one by one. it's absolutely horrifying. if something like that would've happened to me i would've most likely just passed out. whatever happens afterwards is not my problem. and now i really don't want to know what the hell your leg was caught on because that seems like knowledge that would get me killed

ah so you're a fellow dirt eater? according to my mom my favourite thing to do outside when i was a little kid used to be eating sand. just shovelling handfuls of it into my mouth and crying when my mom made me spit it out. which i refuse to believe. if there are no photos it didn't happen

you warm climate people are starting to make me think that i'm better adjusted to the cold than i thought i am! it's either that or our buildings are better heated. i definitely don't know if anyone else calls hot water bottled hotties but i like it so from now on i'm using it

that's so cute! i was clearly a way more selfish child because when i found any amount of money i just kept it and bought candy as soon as i could. i clearly couldn't save money then and i can't now. we have stores like that (or i'm assuming that they're like that solely based on how they sell lollies) and they used to be my favourite thing because you could get so many lollies for such a small price!! and my mom even used to let me order for myself sometimes so i always felt like a very big girl jsjshsbsjk

also the fact that i can't send pictures on anon is a crime (yes i know why and it's good that that's not possible because can you imagine anons being able to send pictures? oh no is all i have to say about it) but anyways. because i have this one super cursed photo that reminded me of you and now i can't share it :((

duuuuude, sick void bro. sounds like a vibing void. I feel like I haven’t seen a spider in awhile. Other than daddy long legs. But they’re chill. They mind their own business. 

I nearly always follow recipes exactly. My mum is like oh cook this for about 7 minutes? Yeah sure. I’ll take a wild guess. I’m like they say exactly 7 minutes so I’ll set a timer for 7 minutes and start a stopwatch so if it does seem to need more than 7 I can keep an eye on the extra time and be aware of exactly how long it takes me for next time. Other people are like oh let's see I have [lists 5-10 things in their fridge], hmm...oh I know what I could make with that! I’m like I have beans in my freezer because one recipe required them and no other recipes I know how to make do so what am I supposed to do with these now,,, this is stressful,,, basically I barely know how to cook and recipes are the only things saving me in that area. That is entirely fair. Except for the fuck duck, and murder is not the word you want surely, situations, it’s pretty helpful.

Ohhh I see. At least the start is chill! For a little! Before your entire situation spirals out of hand and you’re behind in every class and it’s taken you a whole day to read 10 pages and you’re exhausted and it’s only week 2. Just me? ok. fair. anyway. I want a cloak so bad. One of my uni friends tempted me to class because she said she was wearing a cloak so my depressed ass honest to god dragged myself out of bed and to said class just to see it. It was worth it. They’re incredible. Everyone should own a big cloak for the aesthetic.

I’m glad it isn’t just me hahaha. I can visualise my own height in feet but everything else is just the same size that is a vague amount taller than me, mentally.

It’s also known as the ruru. But the name morepork amuses me. It’s named after the call it makes haha. It does sound like it’s asking for more pork if you know to listen for that. thank u for ur approval, it means a lot, turns out becoming bird queen didn’t ACTUALLY get rid of my anxiety disorder weirdly enough so validation is great! lmaooo. What if the jellyfish stung them tho? At least salps wouldn’t do you dirty like that. The mermaids would just look like there are hundreds of bugs crawling around in their boobs, flesh shifting as they float around. Which is a vibe. If you’re into that. Jellyfish WOULD make a more solid, single, implant, some of them are definitely boob shaped. But that’s kinda boring no one’s gonna be traumatised by that. Salps on the other hand...yeah, that sight will DEFINITELY traumatise someone.

To be PERFECTLY honest I haven’t done a backflip in years but for lactose-free cheese? Dude. I’ll be going back to training. Gonna be the best backflip you’ve ever seen. As long as it’s not Tasty cheese I am content, but lactose free IS better. The biting of ankles will not cost extra, it is a pleasure to be allowed to do that.

Oh it absolutely would be. It’d be very funny if it reached the wider world bc people would probably be like ok but who would send kids into the bush like that,, it’s an odd concept. meanwhile everyone who grew up in nz is gonna be like y’all, you’re not gonna fuckin BELIEVE what i experienced growing up, it’s real dude. On one hand, I feel like murdering kids in a movie is questionable, on the other hand, It exists, so maybe people would be down for it. I feel like it’d be a good concept even if it wasn’t murdery tho. Like psychological horror? I’m not sure if I’m using that category correctly I don’t watch much horror. A kid following the rope but then being shifted into a different horror dimension but they never take the blindfold off because their teachers said not to and they’d probably have to let go of the rope to do it...I feel like this could work super well as a short film. The viewers see everything. The child just knows something is off and no one is coming when they call for help. I am so down for this. I also do not want to know what my leg was caught on. Some things I am better off not knowing.

yes! I am a fellow dirt eater! We had a sandpit at home (that’s a little bold. It was a large plastic shell that my parents filled with sand. technically a sandpit. but not fancy sdflsdkfsdf) but I don’t think I ever tried to eat it. Then again, I possibly did and just don’t remember because there’s no photo evidence of that one. I’d have to ask my parents sdfhsjdfs, I would however fully believe them if they said yes. it’s very characteristic of me. I don’t doubt it for a second. muuuum that’s my emotional support sand don’t make me spit it out smh the disrespect these days.

Oh I’m absolutely terrible even by most people’s standards around here when it comes to cold and hot temperatures. I remember sitting in the sun in my school shirt and school jersey in summer on a blazing day like it’s a bit chilly, isn’t it? Meanwhile my friends were in the shade absolutely dying from the heat. Likewise in winter I’d be shivering, teeth chattering, dying with my long sleeve thermal, my school shirt, my school jersey, my school jacket, my longs, warm socks and sneakers and gloves and school scarf while ppl would be walking around in a shirt and shorts like it’s a bit warm this winter huh? my body didn’t learn how to thermoregulate and it shows. But yeah NZ does also have a reputation for shittily insulated buildings and such. It shows. skhdfsfs if it’s not common use maybe don’t say can i have a hotty to someone without context but otherwise go ahead lmao. it’s a fun shortened version.

I was typically a very good saver, to the point where my extended family started gifting me gift cards and vouchers for Christmas and my birthday because if they just gave me money I’d put it in my bank account to save towards uni once I hit like, 12 years old. Which I think was a smart move. But apparently, I’m supposed to buy myself ‘something nice’ with it. I think I’m still an okay saver but I’m not as strict anymore. I’m aware of how much I can spare and I’m not just like you can never get anything for yourself ever, so I do get lil things for myself sometimes. oooo yay! At least you know what I mean. But yes. They were the gold mine for lollies. Absolutely terrific stores. My mum would be like hey lindsey how about you order? And I’d be like mother, I am 7 years old and I have an undiagnosed anxiety disorder everyone assumes is child shyness why would you think I would want to do that. Instead I will whisper my choices to you. After therapy tho I felt pretty rad for picking my own lollies by myself. I was like 13 at that point but sdfkjhsdf listen I got there in the end.

sdfkjsdfkjhsdf I like that a cursed photo reminded you of me. That’s all I need to hear. Tumblr said no anon dick pics but they also said no anon cursed photos either,,, very sad. for the latter part. the first part thank god. If I could turn on photos on anon I absolutely would just to see this but I don’t think I can :(

[yaboymercury]

Spidey Farts

Peter's favourite deli had just started stocking some new hot food and he'd skipped breakfast so he felt obliged to go and try out what they got before he got to school. Looking at the chalkboard above the counter the idea of a triple bean burrito sounded good to him even if he knew it would probably make his problem worse for the day but it was a risk he was willing to take.

Just as he was being passed the chunky burrito over the counter his senses picked up on something outside the window. About a block away he could see a dude about his age getting cornered in an alleyway by some dudes much taller than him all looming over him in dark hoodies. He couldn't see the victim well but he could tell he was in trouble.

Grabbing the burrito he ran out the shop into the alley out back taking a bite of his burrito. He held his suit in one hand and his burrito in the other weighing up his options. He didn't want to waste time so he ended up picking both awkwardly slipping his suit on while scarfing down his burrito. As always it took a little extra pull getting it over his bulbous ass and eventually he was only left with the last part of the burrito and was fully suited.

As he began swinging over to where he saw the potential attack he hoped he wasn't too late, he could also feel his stomach instantly being attacked by the burrito and the swinging certainly wasn't helping.

Looking down at the alley from the roof of a nearby building he could tell that the guy getting cornered was definitely cute and definitely in danger.

Not wasting any time Peter swung down and began web shooting and incapacitating the thugs until only one was left. Going for his grand finale Peter catapulted himself at the thug and straddled him down to the ground ready to web him to the floor. But as he held the man down his stomach gave a familiar pang triggering a new idea for Peter.

PPFFFRRRRP

The potent blast exited Peter's tightly clad ass and the meaty stink invaded the thugs nose making the already weakened man pass out. Peter had forgotten all about the guy who was looking grateful but also had a hand over his nose. Peter instead of being embarrassed was happy to be in a disguise, it was just a shame that he couldn't ask for his number as Spiderman.

"Keeps Spiderman's stink between us." He quipped waving his hand behind his ass towards the cute guy. While Peter was having fun with it he couldn't ignore just how much he enjoyed it.

Not looking at the guy too much in fear of doing something stupid he quickly left to swing closer to school leaving the shaken boy in the lingering cloud of his gas.

Waiting for his first class to begin Peter couldn't help but daydream about the cute guy he'd saved but he knew nothing could come from it. That was until the teacher walked in with the same boy following him.

The cute guy finally introduced himself as Hugo and sat next to Peter with a deep sigh obviously in an attempt to relieve some of the tension from his stressful morning.

The now blushing Peter didn't know how to react to the situation but he came to the conclusion that fate was giving him a second chance. Turning to the boy he gave him an awkward smile which was returned with a surprised grin back. To that Peter decided to introduce himself.

"Hey I'm Peter, if you need any help getting around the school feel free to ask." He finished stumbling awkwardly through the sentence which was replied to with a cool "I'll keep that in mind."

The lesson began promptly bit of course Peter couldn't concentrate feeling like he couldn't stop staring at the attractive guy next to him who occasionally made eye contact making Peter's face redden even more. Peter recognised the irony of the situation with Hugo being the new student but seemingly so much more comfortable than Peter whose stomach felt like butterflies.

These butterflies got worse until Peter finally registered that it was actually burrito gas making its vengeful return from earlier. He knew the teacher wouldn't let him leave for the toilet so close to the end of the lesson and it certainly wouldn't be able to stay in. Writhing in his seat all Peter could do was lean to his side and spread his ass and try and slip it out silently.

In his stressful state Peter hadn't realised that his ass was pointing directly at Hugo but he had already committed to the position and his ass was already loosening.

fsssssshhhh

Peter had escaped the public humiliation of it being fully audible but the heat of it escaping fortold the horrific stink which was confirmed with a quick sniff and consequent silent wretch. However what Peter quickly noticed is that Hugo was looking straight at the seat of Peter's chair, he had heard the rush of air.

On top of being mortified that he had been noticed he made a new kind of eye contact with the man. It was accusatory and shocked.

He recognised the stink.

Peter quickly jolted his head down his heart racing, it was a stretch but this guy could totally out him. He peered back at Hugo who like many others on the class now had a hand covering their nose but he was still looking at Peter only there was a mischievous look in his eye.

The lesson was quickly over and the rest of the class was quick to leave as Peter's powerful stench was pretty rough to stay in. Quickly clambering out of his seat Peter almost ran down the hallway letting out little bursts of potent gas. What he didn't notice in his worried state was that he was being followed.

Peter burst into the toilets in his school ran into a cubicle before anyone in there could see him. He locked the door behind him and leaned against the door sticking his ass out and let loose.

FRAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPTTT

The noxious blast echoed throughout the room and was quickly followed by response from other stragglers in the room some applause some laughing and after time for the smell to spread a lot of gagging and complaints. Peter didn't care though he was just panting in relief of finally farting.

While he was still in recovery in the now potentially biohazardous bathroom he heard steps get closer to his cubicle. Panting on the toilet seat Peter saw a note get flicked under the door at him.

"Hey Stinkerman, not to be rude but was able to find you because of the trail of gas you tend to leave in your wake. I think we need to chat, meet you in the café by the school in half an hour ;)"

Despite the lack of name Peter knew it was Hugo. He was happy that Hugo wanted to chat privately but immediately the student got nervous that a guy he had a building crush on wanted to confront him about his biggest secret and his terrible gas.

Peter being so nervous was making him particularly gassy, he was starting to feel a bit guilty at the state he was going to leave this windowless men's room in.

After giving himself a good amount of time to rip some nervous meaty farts in the toilet Peter snuck out the toxic room and made his way to café, on his way attempting to clean up his hair or try in vain to cover the stink of flatulence stuck into his clothes with some deodorant.

When Peter arrived at the café he noticed Hugo sitting in a secluded booth. Before Peter could sit reluctantly sit down he was greeted with:

"Hey Stinkerman." Hugo gave Peter with a smirk.

"Dude not too loud." Peter attempted to hush him.

"What no one else knows about gassy spiderman." Hugo retorted giving Peter a confident slightly flirtatious look.

"So you worked it out huh, sorry you had to experience all that... ya know.... stink.." Peter was surprised that Hugo was willing to talk to him after smelling so much of his gas.

"It's fine... it's really fine actually." Hugo gave Peter a subtle smile. "And I'm gonna keep your secret on one condition."

Peter was calmed by the smile but worried by the condition giving Hugo a questioning look.

"You take me out on a date, the new guy at school could use a guy like you to help him stay, maybe your certain scent could be of some use?"

Peter blushed happy to hear that his crush was reciprocated and that Hugo even managed to find a way to see his flatulence as a positive.

Taking a deep breathe Peter could finally respond "Sounds good to me." His stomach rumbling before he could carry on his sentence spurred on a new plan though, "But first you'll need to pass my compatibility test."

To this Hugo raised an eyebrow.

Peter urged Hugo to follow him out the back entrance of the café into the alley where he quickly pulled on his mask from his bag and used his webs to pull him and Hugo up the building to the roof. Hugo didn't hesitate to cling onto Peter as he was lifted up. While Peter would have usually found this sweet the body clinging against his was mainly just pushing his gas closer to the breaking point.

When they were on the roof he quickly got Hugo to sit down.

"So before we go any further you're gonna have to deal with the full force of my farts think you can handle it?"

After dominating the thugs, his class and his school toilets in the same day Peter's urge to dominate with his gas was becoming uncontrollable and Hugo's semi-willing face seemed like the next best target.

Hugo was now the one blushing as he looked up at the gassy guy above him "Uh sure I guess if you have to..." He wasn't sure if he should let Peter see his growing erection tenting in his trousers but if this went where it seemed like it was it would be pretty hard to miss.

"Well then buckle up" Peter said standing over him before lowering his trousers and boxers enough for his bouncy round ass to be bared right in Hugo's face who was almost salivating at this point. But before he could fully appreciate the view it he was shoved in my Peters hand coming behind his head.

The sweaty musk of the tight crack was overpowering but the sound of rumbling was what really worried Hugo.

PRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAARPPPPPPPPPPP

The wind engulfed the new guy's whole being as Peter sighed orgasmically at the sensation of letting out such a massive volume of gas. Even the meaty stink Peter got from where he was could probably kill, he was slightly worried that the guy recieving it could face permanent damage.

"Fuck you stink!" Could be made out muffled under the cushioning of Peter's ass and the roaring gas escaping his butt.

Peter couldn't tell if that was a good or a bad thing but either way it wouldn't stop him.

"I got a lot of powers when I became Spiderman but don't worry man this gassy gift is all natural..."

Cocking his leg Peter let loose even more.

FRRRRRRAAAAARRRRRRP

PPPRRRRRRTTTTTT

BBBBBRRRRRRRRRRAAAPPPPPPPP

The smell on top of the building was becoming horrendous the pollution in this certain block of New York was certainly getting worse today. The roof of the building slowly enveloped in a thick cloud of farts leaving the inhumanly stinking student.

FRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAP

Ending with a particularly rotten gas blast Peter finished his barrage and turned around to find the man he liked passed out with his eyes rolled back and nose pushed up and sweaty but with a slight smile. What was also noticeable was the boner very present in his trousers confirming Peter's suspicions.

Leaving the the stink covered rooftop he carried Hugo down to the café back entrance and discreetly placing him back into their booth. Before leaving him with his number on a note Peter made sure to put it under his ass and leave a particularly foul SBD on it marking it with his stench to remind Hugo of the reason to call him.

(Done as a gift for a friend but hope you all like it, hopefully going to finish gassy lessons over summer as well)

[neo-culture-mafia]

Crush Culture (K.DY)

You were single...that was it.

The sight of seeing other couples made you want to punch them. You were 20 and still have never had your first kiss. You were okay with that too. You were afriad of becoming apart of that gross couple no one could stand.

Yet, it was annoying when everyone had a significant other besides you...even the Junior Forces had someone. You were forever alone.

Your attitude was always the reason someone couldn't hold onto you. You were a hand full and that was an understatement half of the time. You were a bratty girl that wanted love -- but no one wanted you.

You sat at your circle table during the Valentine Day Holiday Party that Taeyong threw everywhere...well...his girlfriend threw. She throws it every year to have an excuse to dress up in a tight red dress and talk with the rest of the girlfriends that were also associated with the Mafia. You were always seen as 'one of the guys' compared to the other girls. You were the only female genuinely recruited and not just fucking their way in. Whenever the girls would go shopping, one of the boys would try to convince their girlfriends to take you along -- trying to get you to make friends.

You've tried making friends with them but they're just too snobby and judgemental. Then at the end of the day, you're back at the boys' lounge sitting in the corner with a lonely bottle of Soju.

You hit the volume button on your phone again as you're met with the time: 11:32 and a new notification. You quickly unlocked your phone and checked it. 'Timer: Your timer for 5 minutes has run out.'

You groaned and locked your phone. You put it on the table with annoyance and just looked into the dancing crowd. You play with your sleeve as you grimaced at it's color. It was red. You hated red. But to make the boss' wife happy; you followed the dress code knowing you found a loophole and how it would piss her off.

It reminded you of anger...and how you didn't want to be here while the color is plastered over every square inch of this damn room.

"Yah." You looked up to see your hero of the night: Doyoung.

"What do you want old man?" You rolled your eyes and he scoffed. "Fine sit alone then." He said and you snapped towards him. "I was joking." You quickly blurt out and he chuckled as he turned back and sat in the chair next to you. The red silk table cloth moving as his legs brush against it.

"Why aren't you dancing?" He asked and you shrugged. "Why aren't you?" You asked but you already knew the answer.

Like you, he was a handful to have as a partner. He hasn't secured a woman yet which was looked down upon by some. Most didn't care, like the boys...but the girls wanted someone new every once and awhile to brainwash and make their own.

Doyoung was adorned in a leather jacket and dark jeans. He found a loophole in the dress code too; his dark t-shirt having a red logo on it. It pissed Tae's girl off but he couldn't stand her either.

"Just don't want to. Not my thing ya know." He shrugged and downed all of his red wine. "God this is terrible." He groaned as he looked at the empty glass. You chuckled at his face as he set it down with a clunk of the cold glass.

You both sat there in comfortable silence and just chilled with each other. "Hey losers. Why aren't you dancing?" Kun came over as his wife scurried off to the hoard of girls in the middle of the dance floor.

"Aside from the fact I don't want to be here in the first place...? I just don't want to." You said and he chuckled. "Here's a wacky idea. Both of you dance with each other." He said taking your glass of wine away from you. You whined and held your hand out for it back.

Kun grabbed your hand and placed it on Doyoung's. "You won't get paid if you say no." Kun said and Doyoung just groaned.

"Paid?" You questioned. "The guys are paying me 20 dollars just to show up." Doyoung said and Kun nodded at the statement.

"What?!" You shrieked. "Yeah I know it ridiculous righ-" "I wanna be paid too!" You cut off Kun as Doyoung laughed. Kun gave up on you two and walked away. "I'm surrounded by children." He shook his head.

"We're the same age dumbass." Doyoung called back and Kun just held up his special finger as a response. You chuckled at the response. You felt pressure on your hand as you saw Doyoung's hand wrap around yours.

"We're here...why not make it special?" He asked and stood up. You shook your head no as you tried retracting your hand. "I don't dance." You shook your head again.

"And you think I do?" He cocked an eyebrow. You looked at him and just sighed. "Fine." You said as you let him pull you out of your seat. He guided you amongst the bodies of slow dancing and couples kissing.

He brought you to the middle of the floor above the huge dangling heart that was set to burst with confetti at midnight. He turned you around and put his hands on your waist hesitantly. He was a good height taller so your forehead just met his lips. So in order to maintain eye contact you had to look up at him.

You were lost for a moment until you put your arms gently on his shoulder. Some random slow love song played through the huge speakers. You both talked about some upcoming missions before you were interrupted. "Yeah I get it. What we do for work is very interesting -- yet I don't want to overhear how you decapitated a guy while I'm kissing my girlfriend at a Valentine's day dance." Jaehyun butted in with swollen lips and a trail of red pigment from his jaw to his collar.

You laughed at his physical state, your head burying into Doyoung's chest out of instinct to hide your face. His hand subconsciously went up your back a little.

"Dude. Go get a room if you're that desperate." Doyoung chuckled. "Why don't you go-" you cut off the younger before he said something he would regret.

"Alright enough. We'll shut up about work." You said and Jaehyun rolled his eyes. "Thank you." He said and walked the couple steps back over to his girlfriend.

You looked up again to already be met with his longing gaze. His eyes getting bigger then readjusting to your bright eyes he was waiting to see...yet he would never tell you that.

"So...how was your day?" You asked trying to appeal to Jaehyun's wishes on choice of conversation. "It was good. Yours?" He asked you; as he genuinely wanted to know the answer.

"It was...boring." You chuckled at the thought of you staying in bed all day until being reminded of the dance.

"Oh well I hope it looks up soon." Doyoung said and twirled you. You giggled at the unexpected dance move. "Where'd you learn to do that?" You asked once his hands were back on your back and holding you close. "Takes two to tango honey." He winked and you felt the heat rush to your cheeks.

"Guess you're right." You nodded and played with a few hairs on the nape of his neck.

"Yeah?" He asked and you nodded shortly again. You two were getting closer. You hadn't noticed how his big eyes were and how they twinkled even in the dimmest of lights, or how natural his hands felt on your back -- bringing you two closer as your bodies pushed against another's.

"Yeah." You breathed. He was so close and you didn't know you had wanted this so much until it was right here infront of you. "Yeah." He whispered and brought you closer up to his face. Your lips were grazing each others. It was like sparks of electricity.

Claps became apparent as you both realised what was happening. You both pushed each other away and just straightened your clothes out as the confetti fell in huge clumps around everyone's feet. Some kissed their partner as they continued dancing to the music. You ran a hand through your hair as did Doyoung. Both of you clearing of your throats and looking around to make sure no one else saw what was about to happen. Yet they did and the group of people in the corner of the room groaned as half of them lost money on the fact you two didn't kiss.

"Well...see you tomorrow." You both turned to each other at the same time. "Yeah totally." You both continued to copy each other. "Goodbye." You waved and bowed slightly as you walked past him and out the doors to get to your car.

You walked to the curb where rain still drizzled lightly. You noticed you had a bounce in your step as you walked with purpose. The heat in your chest and cheeks hadn't stopped as you got in your car.

..

You drove down the highway back to your apartment as you blasted the most cheesiest love songs you could think of.

You arrived at your home and ran up the stairs to your bedroom. You turned on all your lights and your music. You hopped and danced on your bed for the rest of the night...Doyoung doing the same at his own home.

You were on cloud 9 and nothing even happened. Even though you were happy you didn't know that Doyoung was happier. He had been waiting MONTHS to make a move. He's just so happy he didn't have to force it.

Maybe the crush culture was disgusting and overrated. Maybe it did make you want to become violent and light every heart shaped thing on fire. Yet, with you finding your own interest...you were wanting to become apart of the same group you despised.

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This was for Doyoung and his birthday💗💗

It wasn't my best work but I felt bad about not posting on his birthday. I needed more time to finish it and finally finished today.

With Love,

~J

[tiang0u]

Prompt anon again// ahh okay! Do you think you can write something with ochako todoroki friendship? It would be nice to see more of them interacting in canon tbh ; v ; (Also i sent an ask the other day so i'm not sure if tumblr ate it but I love all your writing so much, and your recent todoroki and izuku drabble was absolutely lovely)

HENCEFORTH PROMPT ANON, you had my full attention at ochako todoroki friendship!!! im sorry i couldnt respond to this ask sooner aksjdjsks and im sorry that i missed your previous ask ahh!! im glad that you enjoyed those previous works and i hope you enjoy this as well~ thank you for the prompt and those kind words!!

midoriya’s bg presence i thought would be important to include in some parts, but the two of them being friends bc she’s Quite Literally A Fantastic Girl was also smtg i couldnt pass up!!

todoroki + uraraka in six ways

i. formally friendsOne of the things that UA loves to emulate – normal high schools. And things that UA loves to upkeep – lots of trees, flowers, bushes, greenery.

“It’s really hot,” Uraraka groans. She stares intently at the watering can in hand like she’s debating dousing herself in it. She then turns her intense gaze to the plant. Worryingly, there is faint envy in her eyes.

Out of familiarity, Todoroki, examining the flower roots next to her, lifts his right hand without a word, palm hovering above a respectable distance between her shoulder blades. He doesn’t think much of the involuntary action, but her neck visibly stiffens from the sudden breeze. (Oh no.) He also freezes (in more ways than one) but unlike the frown he was expecting, she turns around with a huge grin on her face and chirps, “Thanks, Todoroki-kun!”

“I’m hot too,” Kaminari complains on his left, and Todoroki wordlessly blasts ice in his direction.

ii. shopping for the person who gives you the confidence to be who you are

“This will be a siege on two fronts,” she declares, hands on her hips. “Iida-kun, you’re with Tsuyu-chan. Todoroki-kun, with me.”

They split up at the mall entrance. Uraraka pauses outside of a toy store. The All Might life-size cutout greets them at the storefront and Todoroki stops to stare. Considering that All Might is now their teacher, and considering that it’s All Might in general, Todoroki figures Midoriya could probably point out the minute inaccuracies in the smile and fringe. It’s really a testament to how much he hangs out around Midoriya that he can also tell.

“You like All Might too, huh,” a voice says behind him.

He looks over his shoulder at Uraraka, who looks thoughtful. (What does she see? Is it Endeavor’s son?)

“Everyone does,” he replies.

“Because he’s nice and humble,” she says. She shrugs. “That’s why I like him. Kids can tell.”

Todoroki nods.

Uraraka shakes her head and waves a hand. “Anyway! I think with Deku-kun, we can never go wrong with All Might merchandise!” She heads into the store like she’s about to fight a war with every kid.

He squares his shoulders and follows suit. Some kids are really tenacious when it comes to toys.

/

“Todoroki-kun, it’s perfect,” she whispers in awe and also slight horror at the object in Todoroki’s hand.

An All Might spiral bound notebook. It is fantastic in the way that minimalism does not and will never exist on the cover. All Might’s face in every way, shape, and form has found a way to fit in this mangled collage, and Uraraka looks like she’s choking back actual tears. There’s a white strip for writing. They’re both thinking the same thing. Midoriya can label it as his next volume of hero analyses for the future.

“All Might pens to match,” she says next, breathing so hard that Todoroki is actually considering the possibility of her passing out. “They have erasers too!”

By the time they leave the store, the shopping bag that Todoroki carries is filled with notebooks, pens, erasers, and bookmarks. Todoroki eyes the cutout once again, but Uraraka jokes and tells him that they can’t possibly buy the cutout–except the manager is standing right there and excitedly tells them, yes they can.

“Oh!” Uraraka says.

Todoroki’s wallet is out in an instant.

/

“Those notebooks were really thoughtful,” Uraraka says to him as they wait for Iida and Asui.

People walk by and give them and the All Might cutout weird looks.

“The printer put a lot of thought into it,” he remarks dryly. He’s willing to bet Midoriya can identify the date of each and every one of these shots.

She laughs and shakes her head. “Todoroki-kun, I mean you were really thinking about Deku-kun.”

He chokes on his drink, coincidentally, as Iida and Asui appear.

iii. socking him one in the gut during practice

Todoroki doubles over in surprise and also pain; the air whooshes out of his lungs as he catches himself with his palms against the dirt. Their classmates cheer and gasp and chorus various exclamations of shock.

“That was a good hit,” he says as he looks up, faintly wheezing, faintly impressed, and faintly aware that what he just said wasn’t supposed to come out, and when she blinks, caught off-guard, he sweeps her legs out from under her and wins the match.

He has trained since cruel childhood, not only in his quirk. As far as pure hand-to-hand combat goes, he doubted anyone could seriously challenge him, until today.

“Thanks,” she says afterwards, fire blazing in her eyes. She flexes her arm, and he can see why the punch almost could’ve killed him.

iv. bringing bentōs

“Todoroki-kun,” she says, apologetic.

Todoroki presses his palm over the cover of her bentō with a shrug.

v. a confession

“Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like if I hadn’t met Deku-kun,” she admits. “But now I feel like I have so many things to work toward. I think the reason why he wants to be a hero and the way that he is already…really makes you want to follow him. And sometimes it’s frustrating, but I want to catch up to him and stand by his side. That sort of thing. He just really makes you want to live up to your own expectations and his ideals, you know?”

“Yes,” Todoroki answers, eloquent.

vi. and the second

“I would have continued spiting my shitty old man,” he says. “And I would have strived to be number one without this fire. And yet, he breaks his fingers twice over and throws a match just to talk me down from across a ring and say the words I needed to hear.”

“He broke an arm and both legs during the entrance exam for me,” she sighs, and they share a wry look of understanding. “He breaks a lot of bones to save people.”

“He really doesn’t compromise,” Todoroki deadpans. “And I think he’s insane sometimes.”

“Wouldn’t be Deku-kun if he weren’t,” she hums.