#but ya again thank god for sliders

[itsalwaysdark]

iza my princess. + picture of her face normal and also her alien face. im not showing her outfits bc i am not proud of them i dont think they look good,

getting her ready for her wedding SHES SO PRETTY!!

[turtlebra1nrot]

It's Not About You #1 (Rise!Leonardo x Reader)

"LEO, STOP AND THINK! SPLINTER'S HURT AND THEY'RE TOO STRONG!"

"I DON'T CARE, WE HAVE TO MAKE SURE THEY DON'T COME THROUGH!"

"IF WE STAY AND FIGHT, WE'LL ALL DIE!"

"THAT'S A RISK I'M READY TO FUCKING TAKE!"

...

Leo shot up with a jolt of terror. Memories flooded back.

The Krang. The fight. Splinter.

"Raph..." He whispered. Leo stood from his spot, suddenly being crowded by his family. "Thank goodness! We thought we lost ya there, Leon!" Mikey squealed while hugging his older sibling. The red-eared slider stood stock still.

"Where's Raph?"

The question shook him to his very core. His heart panged irregularly and almost painfully. Donnie looked down at his blue twin's fingers, which were gripping tightly onto his escape pod device. But, it wasn't his. It was red.

"Leo...Where's Raphael?" He asked again, his eyes lowering with concern. Donnie was ignored once again.

Leo's gaze drifted around his brother's lab, finally landing on his target.

You.

"Y/N..." He whispered. You were standing off to the side, your own gaze fixated on him coldly. Your arms were tightly crossed and your body language said many things. Mostly dissatisfaction.

"What the hell was that?" You suddenly asked, staring at him. Leo's forehead lowered, his expression going dark, "We need to go back. Raph's in danger. They have him."

"No, Leo. WE had him. We had each other! He told us to fall back, why didn't you listen?" You questioned, voice quaking.

Their new comrade, Casey Jones, watched his masters from afar. "We could've stopped them!-" "NO! YOU WANTED TO STOP THEM! BUT, IT'S NOT ABOUT YOU!" You screamed. A flurry of emotions hit you like a freight train. It hurt. Everything hurt. "I...I was only trying to be a good leader. I didn't kn-"

"YOU'RE NOT THE LEADER LEO! YOU DON'T GIVE ORDERS! DO YOU EVEN SEE WHAT THE FUCK YOU'VE DONE?" You shouted, pointing behind him. He turned, looking solemnly at his friends and family.

His father laying almost lifeless on the ground.

His brothers having cuts across their cheeks and arms.

His sister's skin littered in bruises and her curly hair now a giant mess.

His alleged student looking at him for answers.

"Look, we don't have time for this. We have to-" "Didn't you mean what you said?" You stopped him, eyes full of tears and something else. Something Leo didn't recognize nor think he'd ever witness in you. Boiling rage.

"What?..."

"You said it yourself. You're willing to risk the lives of your family for your own needs. You meant it didn't you?" You said, standing in front of him. Leo began to grow irritated. Why didn't you understand? "I knew exactly what the hell I was doing." He said, pursing his lips and glaring at you. All he got was a laugh. An amused, dry one. "Yeah, sure. Master Leonardo knew exactly what he was doing." You mocked him.

"He knew we would fight some damn aliens from god-knows where. He knew that we had no plan. He knew we'd nearly be killed. HE KNEW THAT HE'D IGNORE EVERYONE, AS USUAL, AND GET HIS BROTHER TAKEN! HE KNEW, DIDN'T HE?"

Leo was silent as you yelled, staring down at his feet. "You're just some selfish, arrogant idiot who only cares about what he thinks. You always have been." You expressed all of your emotions in words.

"I know what's best for all of us. You just can't seem to see that." He replied with a sneer. "Wow..." You were shocked. Was he actually serious? You stumbled back a bit, then gave a nearly silent chuckle as more tears ran down your cheek.

"Fuck you, Leo."

You walked away, feeling everyone's eyes follow your receding figure through the doors of Donnie's lab.

[hangmanbradshaw]

Oh also! I forgot the name of it (shame on me, we just today realized how bad I am at remembering certain things such as birthdays of my students but I digress) but I can’t stop thinking about the rival musician au. I still adore that slider made them burgers (do I remember correctly? If not this is awkward) and that Bradley simply decided „you know what? Yes I’ll show Jake a pretty sacred song-writing place, just for fun“ like. B have you realized what this actually means? No, probably not but I love them showing each other how much they mean with big gestures! Especially if they only realize how big of a gesture it was when they’re already established! That’s sth you do throughout many of your stories and I adore finding those gestures and then realizing their significance while rereading.

omg you never have to apologize for that. sometimes people correct me on my own stories and I wrote them so like...I so get it hahaha. Takes one to know one is that story! And I know I keep saying it, but I WILL finish it one day, and you're spot on! Slider's burgers, yes! God that story- Bradley's so obsessed with Jake but calls it professional rivalry. He can't even admit it to himself. but THANK YOU. YES. I love doing that! Whether it's that they themselves don't understand it or the other doesn't. It's just so real, ya know? They just want to invite the other in like that, and it's kinda beautiful that it's natural and not something they even fully can wrap their minds around. And god you know I love including little things that stand out more on a re-read or their significance changes/becomes more clear. It's my fave thing to do. It just completes the story I think, sets it up in ways you don't even realize at first ugh <3 (again why I can't wait to do bradley iwtby cuz jake realizes a lot of it but not everything...) but with this story specifically? Bradley inviting him to that little hidden place his dad used to use...inviting Jake into his heart basically, showing him the cobwebs and hidden pieces and the golden parts that all make it up and holding his breath to see what Jake does with it.

(I feel like I have certain things I do a lot. I guess they're my brand lmao it's like grilled cheese, easter eggs referencing my other fics, song references, this lol) (I love you for re-reading ugh that's amazing)

[olliethescribe]

This is so awesome!! - I gotta add to it :]

“Splinter’s not gonna kill you two. He can barely get himself off the couch and he’s too busy making heart eyes at Draxum to think straight.” Leo crossed his arms and grumbled something under his breath before shaking off his unrest. “But hey, it looks like there’s more of you guys over there! I’ll go find Donnie and call you when I get him.”

The slider pointed to the hippo and worm rapidly approaching them, smiling a bit at the sight of another version of his uncles/dads. It was better than the alternative in that multiverse hallway, that’s for sure.

“Hey, Baby Blue?” Leo felt Ron’s hand on his shoulder, his mentor getting down to his level. “If you get overwhelmed here please tell me. I want you to be able to enjoy this.”

“I’ll be fine, I promise.” The slider smiled at the magician, gently flicking the gold hoop earring that dangled from the side of his mask. “Plus I’ve got you wherever I go so why worry?”

There were tears in corner of Ron’s eyes. It was so easy to get the waterworks going, especially after that day. Oh god, that day…

He threw his arms around Leo gently in a hug, holding the turtle close to him. “I love you, my little Leo. Don’t get lost.”

“I love you too, Dad. I promise I’ll stay close.” Leo hugged the magician back tight before letting go.

“Donnie’s in the Minecraft corner!” Raph shouted, sticking her head up from the crowd to get Leo’s attention.

“Duty calls. See ya guys soon.” And like that the blue turtle disappeared into the crowd of his traumatized duplicates.

Ron wiped his eyes on his infinite handkerchief before spinning around and finding himself face to face with one of his alternate selves. His only alternate self at the competition.

He’d seen other versions of himself before in that magic hallway he’d summoned with Leo, painfully aware of his future but with minimal detail to go along with the context. He knew that in many other worlds he were a criminal, sometimes Australian, and often mischaracterized to fit some sort of narrative. But this version of himself? This felt right just with a glance.

“Hi! Fancy meeting you here. Usually never see other, uh, me’s at these sorts of things.” Ron smiled as he held a hand out, his sparkly polish from letting Donnie practice on his nails on full display. “Also, your makeup is just dashing.”

“Thank you!” Ron jumped at bit from hearing his own voice come out of someone else. It was that gay pirate show all over again. “And, just for the record, love your nails.”

“Thank you, thank you. Now, I know the name thing might vary with us but what would you like to be called?”

“Oh, I’m going by Ron again these days. Using she/he pronouns as well.” His duplicate answered. “Used to go by Hypno.”

“Ah. That might be a little bit confusing. Hmmm…” The magician took a moment to think, his heart skipping a beat at the name ‘Hypno’. “How’s about I just cloak for now? Yeah, that should make this easier."

“Wait, what-” But before the other hippo could finish her question the magician before him was wrapped in ruby-red smoke, the cloud dissipating to reveal the now-human Ron. "Fancy that!"

"You know me. Always got a trick up my sleeve." Ron winked as his hippo alternate clapped. "Now, how'd you two meet?" Ron pointed to the worm man squirming around a line that led to his own Warren.

"Oh, him?" The hippo chuckled as she reminisced. "It all started when he was wearing a magic amulet to give himself massive pecs..."

While the hippo magician spun his yarn about meeting her worm Warren, the line in front of the 'human' newscaster was quickly dwindling. On his lap sat a bounty of gifts from fellow competitors, plenty of them sweet. Mikey would love the honey and Raph would devour the muffins. Hmm, where were they?

Before Warren could think on that anymore there was a worm on his lap. Another version of himself.

"Hi!" The last time Warren had seen other versions of himself was during that weird unpublished Warren meet-up where he totally didn't make out with that vampire version of himself. "So, what's your whole situation?"

The other Warren couldn't get a word in as a gigantic explosion rang out from the center of the arena followed by a familiar turtle's voice shouting "I CAST DADDY ISSUES" at the top of his lungs. It then went silent before a loud horn went off followed by scittering as Mikey, Raph, Leo, and Donnie ran back excitedly toward their dads.

"We tied!" Mikey shouted, a tiny traffic cone falling off his head as he ground to a halt.

"Wait," Warren felt like his head was spinning and he couldn't even talk to his alternate self, "Really?"

"Yeah!" The orange turtle pointed to a tall woman with long black hair followed by six turtles, a raccoon, and a salamander. A banner above them read 'Shen and the League of Lesbians'. "We finally get to team up with someone for real!"

"And Casey isn't gonna revoke your ally card!" Raph added, spinning in her dress as she thought of her girlfriend.

While the turtles were celebrating, Warren looked down at his alternate self, who was looking up at the scoreboard and frowning.

"I told Mateo not to use that stupid picture," he grumbled, arms crossed. The score for Mutini's was barely over six percent.

"Hey," his human alternate self whispered above him, "wanna hide in my chair and ride out the rest of the competition with us?"

"Isn't that illegal?"

"Since when have you ever cared about the rules?"

Worm Warren contemplated it for half a second. "Yeah, I'm in."

@tmntaucompetition

@tmntaucompetition

Saw everyone else interacting so I thought would too! Anyones free to ping the Mutinis gang for cross overs ^^

Warren let out a loud exasperated groan, rubbing his temples over the situation Todd had got them stuck in. The ex-news anchor squinted at the stooges he called employees, the loud noises of this little contest hurting his brain.

“Okay. So. First off Mateo goes and gives a CHILD A LEAD PIPE!” Warren shouted, flailing his hands about.

“Maybe that guy shouldn’t have been a bitch!” Mateo shot back.

“STILL! Stilllll man seriously?! It’s bad enough we’re surrounded by clones of those turtles,” Warren groaned scrunching up his face.

It was at that moment someone caught his eyes, and immediately began tapping Rons face.

“RON, RON, RON!”

“Yes love?” Ron asked raising a brow.

Warren pointed towards a couple in the distance that looked surprisingly familiar. One was…Ron, and the other was a human Warren?

“IS THAT US?! Damn I’m hot in every universe Haha GO ME WOOO!” Warren cheered taking the small victory. “WE GOTTA MEET THEM NOW!!!”

@olliethescribe

[remmushound]

Okay so I offered a headcanon about 2018 Mikey being a therapist for Clearly Clinically Depressed 2003 Mikey and here are the details:

the Rise kids see 03 Mikey in an obvious RSD episode where he's hiding his frustration and rage at himself, and the 03 brothers are oblivious because their Don didn't actually investigate it enough.

So Dr Feelings, with Dr Delicate Touch right behind, makes 03 Mikey do stim play with his art supplies.

The other Rise kids have a "conversation" with the others, with 03 Raph scoffing and 03 Leo rolling his eyes. Rise Raph not happy.

...

This isn’t based on personal experience LOL nope nah (I went from 03 Mikey to 18 Mikey)

“Hey hey hey hey guys look!” Mikey held his Nexus trophy in one hand while his other arm was wrapped around Leonardo holding his own trophy, “He won his world’s battle nexus! We’re trophy-twins!”

Leonardo smirked, eating up the attention just as much as Mikey was. “You hear that Donnie? He wants to be my twin!”

“Good.” Donatello groaned from where he sat with Donnie. “Maybe you’ll finally leave me alone.”

Leonardo shot forward and hugged Donatello’s shell, rubbing his cheek against Donatello’s and making the softshell groan his annoyance at the obnoxious loving. “I could never~”

“Get off me, Nardo.” Donatello growled and shoved Leonardo off of him and back to Mikey.

“My god there’s two of them now.” Leo shook his head as he looked over Leonardo and Mikey.

“How do you think I feel?” Raphael joked with a laugh, “I got three of them! Speaking of which, where’s Mikey?”

Raphael looked around and it didn't take him long to find the box turtle sneaking up on an unsuspecting orange cat.

“Come here kitty, I just wanna feel ya!”

“MIKEY LEAVE THAT POOR CAT ALONE!”

Michelangelo jumped on the cat as it woke up scrambling and held it tightly against his chest so he could pet it. “But it’s so soft!”

“You’re allergic to cats!”

Michelangelo was already sniffling, but didn't care. “It’s a price I’m willing to pay.”

“Oh my God— Donnie, you leave that mutant’s things alone!”

Donatello had both arms full of various machines, and his spider arms held onto various more. “He said I could have em!”

“Actually, I asked you to please not take my things—“

“Shush, other me!” Donatello pressed a metal claw to Donnie’s lips to shush him.

“Donnie, you put that stuff back right now or so help me—“ Raphael glanced back to where Leonardo and Mikey had just been, but only found the latter. “Where’d Leo go?!”

Mikey shrugged.

“CATCH ME IF YOU CAN, LOSER!”

Leonardo blew a raspberry from where he hung upside down in a doorway, flipping off and landing on his feet while making a come-hither motion.

“I can—you know I can— I have bigger legs than you!” Raphael jumped forward and wrapped his arms around Leonardo, only for the slider to slip right through and jump up on his shoulder.

“And I’m a slider!” Leonardo jumped off and slid away before Raphael could catch him again, skidding toward Mikey and grabbing the box-turtle by the arm to use him as a body shield against Raphael.

“Leo— get your tail— out here— now!” Raphael tried to dance around Mikey’s shield unsuccessfully while making a grab for Leonardo.

“Hey— watch the trophy!” Mikey tried to protect his trophy from the struggling brothers. He yelped as Leonardo pushed him aside and made a dash for it, the Nexus trophy knocked out of his hands and clinking to the ground.

“Sorry!” Raphael called as he ran off after the difficult mutant.

Mikey scrambled to grab his trophy quickly off the ground and hold it protectively to his chest. “Careful! This is the nicest thing I own!”

“It’s just a trophy, Mike.” Raph laughed, still offering a hand to help Mikey to stand up. “It’s not that important.”

Mikey stuck out his tongue. “Dude, I won the shell freaking Battle Nexus!”

“So have hundreds of other creatures.” Donnie pointed out as he was starting to replace the stuff Donatello had taken, “There’s a new winner every three years.”

“Well, yeah, but…” Mikey looked down at his trophy and sniffled softly as he tried to buff out a scratch.

“It’s not that big of a deal, Mike.” Leo said, “We have bigger issues than a scratched trophy.”

Mikey hung his head and didn't speak again. Raphael caught Leonardo but before anything could happen, Leonardo pointed out the sad box turtle to Raphael and both stayed silently watching. Donatello snuck up beside them with the same thought on his mind that none of them needed to voice. Michelangelo was the first of them to notice and was already on his way over to the other mutant, taking Mikey by the arm and offering a wide smile.

“Hi! Did your trophy get scratched?”

“Yeah.” Was all Mikey said, not looking at the smaller box turtle.

Michelangelo humphed and grabbed Mikey firmly by the hand to guide him away toward the bathroom while Mikey blindly followed without looking up from his trophy.

“That’s okay!” Michelangelo cast a furious look back at the other turtles before rounding the corner and disappearing. “We can fix it!

****

“See?” Michelangelo held the trophy up to Mikey, beaming at the newfound gleam on the surface, “No more scratch! Toothpaste takes it right out!”

“Thanks…” Mikey accepted the trophy, staring back at his reflection for a second before quickly looking away again and dropping the trophy into the sink.

Michelangelo frowned and stared at Mikey another moment before taking his hand and yanking him once more to guide him.

“Ah— hey little dude.” Mikey laughed weakly, “Where are we going?”

Michelangelo didn't answer. He stuck his tongue out in concentration and hummed loudly, looking around until he found the kitchen and continued to pull his new friend along. He grunted and shoved Mikey down into a chair.

“Stay!”

Michelangelo reached into his belt and pulled out several paint bottles and little baggies.

“Uh, okay?” Mikey huffed and rested his chin on his hand, “Whatever you say, little dude.”

Michelangelo hummed brightly as he inserted some paint into the bags, choosing the best and brightest colors he had and filling three bags full so he could use each and every color without the bags being too crowded. Then he rooted through the drawers until he founded just what he needed— tape!

“Here!” He taped the baggies to the table in front of Mikey so that the full beauty of their colors were showing. “Play with these while we talk!”

At first, Mikey stubbornly refused. Michelangelo didn't mind, and he only smiled when he saw Mikey starting to glance at the bright colors with a longing gaze in his eyes, though he had yet to start to play with them. Michelangelo decided to just give it some time.

“So.” Michelangelo sat in front of Mikey. “Tell me about your trophy. How’d you win it?”

“My brothers and I fought a whole bunch of other dudes in the Battle Nexus!”

“And you won?”

“Yeah! Out of thirty-two dudes and dudettes!”

“Really?” Michelangelo’s eyes went wide, “That’s a lot of people to beat.”

“Well I only fought four of them— half the guys would get eliminated every round, so it wasn’t really that difficult…”

“Still, out of all those people you made it to the end!”

“It was just a fluke— a lot of other stuff was going down and I just won by default…”

“Other stuff?”

“Yeah… Leo got poisoned and there was this whole usurper dude and a time vortex — it was weird, man.”

Michelangelo put his fingers to his lips. “I see.”

“I mean, it’s not like it was my fault!” Mikey hardly noticed how his hands automatically went to the paint bags and began to press them around, “And I won the other rounds fair and square, and beat Kluh in a rematch!”

“So you did earn the trophy.”

“So what if Splinter surrendered?! That was his choice! And so what if I tricked Raph— I still beat him!” His focus became more attached to the colors he was moving around.

Michelangelo leaned back and stuck his feet on the table as he relaxed.

“And I… I know I’m not as strong as Raph or as smart as Donnie or as bossy as Leo— so what?! I’m my own turtle!”

His features scrunched up as his teary eyes locked onto the table, the many colors that had once been separated now spiraling into one shape, mixed together and creating various new shades.

“You’re right!” Michelangelo quickly noticed the paints reaching the end of their usefulness and pulled out a small hunk of orange playdough to offer to the other box shell, who took it and started to mold it without stopping his rant.

“I’m Michelangelo Splinterson and I’m a party dude!” The playdough quickly started to take the shape of a cat, “And I like pizza, and I hate bullies! I know they don’t mean to be mean, but it still hurts!”

Michelangelo nodded along solemnly. “Have you told them that?”

“Well— no.” Mikey sighed and deflated, “And I don’t think I want to…”

“Is there a reason?” Michelangelo latched onto the opportunity and scooched closer to Mikey.

“Well, I’m the fun one.” Mikey’s molding of the clay slowed, “Nothing fun about complaining and yelling…”

Michelangelo experimented with a gentle touch to Mikey’s back before attempting a hug, which Mikey returned with a great force.

“You don’t have to be happy all the time.” Michelangelo said from his squished position, “I mean, you can’t be!”

“I’ve gone twenty years being happy! I— I can’t just suddenly be sad!”

“But… you weren’t all happy during that time. You can’t have been.”

Mikey looked away.

“There had to have been at least a few times you were angry or upset…”

“Well… before the rematch against Kohl I was kinda… scared. And… and I tried going to Master Splinter and Raph and Don about it, but they just… made fun of me. But I was really scared! They just didn't care…”

“So you’ve felt fear before— that’s different than happiness, isn’t it?”

“Way different.” Mikey laughed weakly, “And there was that time Donnie uh… double mutated and we didn't know what to do.”

“Double mutated?”

“He was mutated again and turned into a gross monster and we couldn’t figure out how to turn him back because we couldn’t read his notes.”

“And that made you feel sad and scared?”

“Yeah…”

Michelangelo hugged Mikey again the minute he felt the box turtle slipping into guilt again. “Hey, that’s okay! It’s okay to be sad when something like that happens! I get scared too when Donnie gets hurt.”

“Your Donnie got hurt?”

“Well, he’s really soft.” Michelangelo giggled, trying to encourage a smile back into his friend, “So he gets cut easy— that’s why he wears that cool shell thing!”

“Radical!” Mikey smiled.

“And whenever he’s not wearing his armor I get suuuuuper scared that he might get hurt. But he’s always okay after, and then I feel better. But that doesn’t mean I never felt sad. I feel sad lots of times. And sympathetic and mad and scared and ambitious and all these other things! And you do too, you just don’t want to admit it.”

Mikey gave a nervous laugh as a darker green blush crept into his face. “I… I guess. I just wish my brothers would understand that.”

“Well, they can’t understand if you don’t tell them how you feel.” Michelangelo said softly.

“Oh… uh…” The anxiety returned fast, “I don’t think…”

“You don’t have to tell them now— you’re still upset! You don’t even have to tell them today or tomorrow or this week— just when you feel comfortable. So when something like this happens again, they know what you’re going through, and they can help you.” Michelangelo put his hand on Mikey’s, “Trust me: they’re your brothers, and they love you.”

Mikey gave a raspy churr before grabbing Michelangelo and pulling him into a hug. “Thank you for listening, little buddy!”

****

“Hey!” Raphael didn't mean to be so loud, but his voice echoed like thunder off the wall. The three box turtles looked at him with bewildered expressions and Raphael quickly waved them over. “A chat, please.”

Donatello and Leonardo loomed at Raphael’s side like two angels on his shoulders, except judging by their expressions they were both demons.

“Yeah?” Raph huffed as he and his brothers took a similar stance, except with Leo in the center and him at the shoulder.

“Did you not see what just happened?” Leonardo leaned on Raphael’s shoulder and motioned to where Michelangelo and Mikey had disappeared to. “What you just did?”

“We didn't do nothin’!” Raph snarled, pointing a finger at Leonardo, “Yous made him drop his trophy.”

“And you criticized him for getting upset over it.” Raphael said quickly in his brothers defense, “What Leo did was an accident, what you guys did wasn’t.”

“So? It’s just a dumb trophy.”

“Raphael.” Leo warned gently to his brother before finally getting a word in, “Mikey is fine— he’s probably off skating with your Mikey right now.”

“Actually, statistics indicate that even if they are off skating right now that doesn’t mean everything's fine. Studies show that physical activity can help manage meltdowns if handled correctly—“

“Meltdowns?” Raph interrupted Donatello, “That ain’t no meltdown. That’s my baby brother getting upset that his toy was scratched.”

Leonardo gasped dramatically. “Exsqueeze me?! A trophy is not a toy! It’s a declaration of how awesome we are!” Leonardo held out his Nexus trophy for the box turtles to see.

“So you just wear that around everywhere you go?”

“Uh— duh! Gives me bragging rights! And if I ever meet a cute boy or hot girl, I have a conversation starter~” He waved the medal mockingly.

“Not helping Leo.” Raphael said gently, looking to the younger turtle before going back to their counterparts, “It doesn’t matter if it’s not a big deal to you— it clearly was a big deal to him. You should apologize for making him feel upset. It’s the brotherly thing to do.”

“Um… in my humble opinion, mister snapper Raph, I don’t really think I did anything wrong…” Donnie said softly.

Raphael offered a gentle smile and kneeled to Donnie’s level. “That’s alright— you won’t always recognize when your words hurt someone, but if they did you should still apologize. Make sense?”

Donnie nodded and smiled in turn. “Makes sense.”

“What about the rest of you?” Raphael looked around to adress the rest of the box turtles.

“I ain’t apologizing.” Raph stuck up his nose stubbornly.

“I just don’t see why I should.” Leo said, not nearly as agressively.

“But… you’ll apologize?” Raphael appealed to Donnie.

“Uh… y-yeah, I will when I see him next.” Donnie agreed.

“Good fella.” Raphael gave him a head pat out of habit.

“Uh… thanks.” Donnie flushed and looked away to hide his embarrassed look.

“I still say you were major jerks,” Leonardo pointed his odachi at Raph and Leo.

“But we can’t force you to apologize.” Raphael finished with a sigh.

“I probably could, but that might be crossing the lines between what is classified as ethical and what might put me on the same wavelength as Draxum or Sergei Briuk-honenko and his dog experiments.”

[delfts-purple]

Saints Row Reboot Thoughts

So originally I had a massive ass post of my SR5 wish list sitting in my drafts but since that's now useless, gonna do this. For some context I have been playing since 06, when I was way to young and I fucking hated 4. Now lets go!

My Wants and not wants:

Reboot after SR2 or SRTT. No hate, SRTT was alright but it may be easier and better to reboot from SR2. I seriously do not want you to redo 1 and 2. They are very good games that can stand the test of time and deserve their place. I may be more pissed if you retcon 1 and 2 than I was at 4. Like I guess I could live with a remaster if it was a graphical and control scheme overhaul only. I do hear you young fans, we did have clunky controls back then but they were normal so I don't get put off by it.

It looks to be the case we are going back to the roots and my god are we overdue.

Lets talk clothing. Basically the entire clothing system from SR2, that is what I want pray for. It was peak customization that I have not had another game match.

BIG PHAT GOLD CHAINS PLEZ. I know its probably not fashionable anymore but hot damn it looks so good.

Body slider/Gender slider (idk what to call it) from SR2. Not only is it great for our Trans homies. It was just a great, nah, amazing tool. Really before its time.

Please, make it so I don't have to be a body builder. Like skinny Bosses need more love. My boy Ty was always skinny till 3 and 4 forced him to be bulky. Skinny boys need love tooo!!!!

Honestly like a hybrid of the character builder from 2 and 3 would work. The color, make up and feature diversity of SR3. Paired with the fine tuning of SR2. Its just like chefs kiss.

Custom walking styles, I always loved that my and my friends boss not walk alike.

Two tone hair again maybe? I just think its neat.

Honestly just all the fucking activities from SR2 and SR1. I loved them all, well except Heli assault but people liked that to so let them have it.

Tagging, please, I love tagging.

GOLD/PLATNUIM WEPON UNLOCKS! So gangster like hot damn.

BOOZE AND DRUGS! Like I have had 100s of hours of fun fucking about with that. Like if we had the variety of SR1 in booze and drugs, I would die and got to heaven.

I mean if you can find a way to not make romancing a bastardization I guess you can keep it.

JUST DON'T! Don't bastardize that charaters.

Can we maybe have back some of that grit? Like SR2 was a prefect balance of grit and humour. SRTT felt like I was a toddler been mollycoddled by shallow humour. Not enough grit and felt like it was wrote by a 10th grader tbh.

Make the Boss... them again. Like non of this 'he hu puckish rouge' shit. I don't play a gang game to be a fucking hero. I know, shock, horror. I play it to be a sociopathic bastard. I got 100 fucking games where I am the good guy, sometimes ya boi needs a break. A evil, going to hell for this, I do question my mental status when I laugh at this, break.

Mission and cut scene replay. One of the reason SR1 and 2 save files can rack up into the 1000s of hours for me is this feature. If I want to play one mission, I don't have to replay the whole game. I can give in to whims. I do not have a word for it in English but it is maximum happiness with fun.

More cut scenes. Like there felt like there was less of them in 3 and 4.

Idle animations. My Boss just been like 'yep, Delfts gone, time to go fishing or drinking or smoking' was just great.

Look Gat was never some weird immortal, unbeatable guy until you made him that way in 4 onwards. He was the kinda hot headed, asshole, who got him self into trouble over it, guy who we adored. Bring my boi back.

A photo mode. I mean I got very, very good at cropping screenshots and clipping my camera of walls but, my Boss deserves better! He his my handsome little killer and people need to know that.

MKUltra elevator nightmare shopping/wardrobe/garage screens, you know the ones, fucking scrap them. Go back to how it was in 1 and 2. I do not need to be subjected to CIA brutality while playing SR. I got enough of that thanks.

Keep the phone menu, that shit was tight. Real immersed me and I love seeing the Bosses phone. I mean I have bought and made replicas of them ffs.

Make hazel eyes behave like the did in the remaster. Like damn. Just. I have a whole post on this shit thats how good it was.

I know you guys are good for it but keep them fun af cheats. I spent to long as a massive af beating up super small people as it rained corpses. Oh and the gravity was gone.

Don't have dual wielding as a fucking upgrade. My Boss just dual wields, let him, like you did in 2.

Weapon skins, like in SR4, that was alright. I wouldn't mind that one.

Keep the Bosses back story vague still. I haven't wrote and perfected his back story over the last decade or more so you can piss on it.

Jackets and hoodie, stop the putting my hair in a ponytail. Last time I put on a fucking track jacket I didn't have to tie my hair back, It didn't happen in 2 so why 3 and 4?

Respect and Missions. Can we either have a return to the old style respect system to make people play the side missions or just not make people play them by force. I fucking hate Heli assault and all that flying shit, so been forced to do it made me want rip my hair out. Like if they are there people will play the ones they want, I do not want to be made to do it by the main story. THX

Bring back the day/night cycle. I could play for much longer when it wasn't so monotone. Also it made me think about what I was doing when. Like I wouldn't got to the night club at 10am.

Bring back Nightclubs. Tyde want's to party and so does Delfts.

Stop making the character hollow 2D’s of their former selves.

A varied city, like Stilwater. Seriously, feels like a real city and I have lived or worked in over 6 in my life so I know. Steelport felt like what some Vatnik Babushka (Boomer Grandma) in rural Siberia would describe the city, dull and unrealistic.

Have the gangs act like actual gangs. You know, go around doing crime and harassing NPCs like they did in 1 and 2.

NPCs, make them like you did in SR2. They acted like real people, did the most random and weird shit. Felt real. They also all look different or their was such a wide variety in base models I didn’t notice repetition. SRTT and SRIV they were like 5 NPCs. I had occasions where there was 10 of the same model and I was like, two or three is okay but fucking 10?

Make them drive the way they did in 1 and 2 too. I have drove in a city for a long time and that shit was so real. People are dumb sometimes.

Bring back Freckle Bitches!!!!!!

If I think of anything else I will add it but feel free to add your own and disagree with me. I kinda want to here how all you others be feeling about this. I feel fear and happy. Also can you tell I blasted this out at like 4am.

[yandere-ac]

Apollo

Birdcage

Warnings: Swearing, possessive and controlling behavior, reader is cheesy and lame.

I may have gone a little overboard whilst making the banter between Apollo and the reader. But I do want to have a little bit of variety when it comes to Y/N. They can’t always be the same so I think making them an adorable smartass made this a lot more enjoyable. With that in mind, please enjoy (and I’m sorry that it took so long)

Alone, that’s What the bald eagle had been for a large part of his life. It’s not that he didn’t have friends or something. It’s just that most of the time, or at least nowadays. He’d prefer to be on his own. Sure, every once in a while he’d go out and interact with the world outside. But mostly, he’d prefer to sit alone by the beach or by himself at a cliff side. Because of his scary demeanor, not a lot of people approached him, but that was fine with Apollo. He didn’t exactly put in effort in getting to know people so why should he expect them to put in effort with him.

It was an ordinary day, Apollo was standing by his garden, reading a book about how to take care of his many different specimens of flowers. When he heard the sound of footsteps approaching him. Turning around to look at whoever ran up to him, he let out a barely audible exhausted sigh. It was you. You had certainty been very stubbier during these past days. Every now and again, you would walk up to him and try to talk. At first he payed no mind to it, but it had started to get a little annoying. He didn’t understand you, you were only wasting your time trying to befriend him. There were so many other villagers that you could spend your time with, so why would you take the time out of your day to talk with him? An old eagle who never even really engaged much with your conversations.

Although, as much as he hates to admit it, he found your determination kind of endearing. It don’t make it any less annoying, but at minimum he found it cute how you thought you could break through to him. He had made it clear to you that he didn’t want to become closer to you, yet you kept returning to him. If it were him he’d have given up by now. But I guess that’s the difference between you two.

This time you had started talking about your day, about all the different people you had interacted with, any fossils you had dug up and your plans for the island. When you asked him about these things he’d simply reply with: “the usual” and nothing more. This is how most of your interactions had gone. Short and sweet, or at least on his part. But this time, you had done something new. You had given him a present. It was wrapped with a light blue paper and bound together with a dark blue ribbon. It looked awfully adorable and Apollo already knew he wasn’t gonna like it. Or well, so he thought. As he opened the present he was surprised to find an aran-knit sweater and a student cap, both in the lovely shade of black. These clothing were...they were simply great. He really liked the combination. But he hated the fact that he liked the gift. But, he was an up front eagle, if he liked something, he’d thank the person giving it to him.

“...thanks puh” he said, giving you a small pat on the shoulder. As he did this your eyes lit up and he could see a goofy smile form on your lips...god dam it. He could feel something arise in him, a warm sort of feeling. Even if he hated to admit it, you were starting to grow on him. Apollo had some problems, especially when it came to stepping out of his comfort zone. Everyone saw him as a stoic and scary person so he never tried to be anything but that. But, seeing you smile like that, running off with glee. It made him feel...something? He wasn’t sure what, he told himself that it was pride, pride for being able to make someone smile like that. But he knew himself that it wasn’t that simple. He would have to keep an eye on you.

A couple of weeks later he woke up with some new letters, most of them were ordinary, just some letters from Nook inc and happy home designer. But then he got to the last letter of the pile. It was from you. As he opened it up he felt himself become skittish. Curiosity started to arise inside of him, this had been the first time you had written him a letter. Sure, talking with him was one thing but writing him a letter? You don’t just nonchalantly write someone a letter. It could be about nonchalant stuff, but for you to have sent this to him, you’d have to go through a lot of unnecessary work instead of just talking to him.

“Dear Apollo, Hello!” Great start.

“I wanted to write this letter to let ya know about the concert that’s gonna be held on our island. You never really talk to a lot of people so I just wanted to make sure you knew of it.” Ah yes, the concert. The one and only K.K. Slider was going to preform. It hadn’t been easy to get him to come, the island had to have a 3 star rating. Of course, you had been the only one to actually help with getting the rating up, but Apollo did contribute a little bit. While you had been running around, crediting outdoor furniture. Apollo had been tending to his garden, one time you had come up to him and asked where he bought all his flowers. He of course told you and sure enough, a couple days later he had found a bunch of new flowers growing on the island. You had good taste in flowers, he had to give you that. He’d started to dig up some of the flowers just to be able to inspect you whilst you planted new ones. He found you very fascinating. Your careless nature made him believe that you would t be able to handle growing flowers. But you were surprising delicate when handling the beautiful plants.

“It’s on Wednesday, I hope to see you there! Yours truly, Y/N”

Hmm, intriguing. For whatever reason, Apollo had found himself reading the letter, over and over again. Something about it, the handwriting, the wording, even the faint smell of what appeared to be some sort of herb. It was driving him nuts, he couldn’t figure out what about the letter that made him feel so strange. “Yours truly” what a formal way of ending a letter. Elegance he hadn’t expected from you. Yours truly, that was the part that he reread the most. Well, that does it. he’d made up his mind. At first he doubted if he would even go to the concert, but now he’s certain he’ll go.

Wednesday had arrived. The whole day Apollo had been strangely excited. It was gonna be nice to hear some tunes from Slider, he actually liked his music more than he’d like to admit. So really, getting an opportunity to hear some of his other stuff was gonna be nice. K.K. Slider had appeared at dusk, although he took some time unpacking his stuff. By this point, everyone had gathered around the plaza. Everyone but him. He was standing a bit away, inspecting what was happening. He hadn’t seen you at the plaza, which is what confused him. Wouldn’t you be there? You were the one who had worked so hard to get him here?

He pondered going back, but his thoughts were interrupted by someone laying a hand on his shoulder. Turning around, he was reviled to find that it was just you. Not that he wouldn’t be able to take down potential threats, but it was much nicer to find a small human instead of a potential danger. You were wearing very casual clothing, a pair of shorts and a flowy Hawaiian shirt. Everything about you said “relaxed”. From your clothes to your posture to your chill smile. “Whoops, haha. Sorry if I scared you Apollo, didn’t mean to sneak up on you like that” you had said, a slight smirk creeping onto your mouth. Apollo quickly puffed up, returning to his normal state.

“Don’t flatter yourself kiddo. You couldn’t scare me if you tried” Apollo said, looking at you. In response you pulled your hand up to your chest and let out an exaggerated gasp. “Kiddo? I’ll have you know I’m an adult, my good sir!” Your tone was very playful as the previous smirk had turned into a full-blown smile. Apollo could feel the corners of his lips twitched slightly as you did this action. It was very childish, but it was kinda charming. “Really? You could have fooled me, puh. You’re very short” he retorted back, letting out an amused chuckle. This made you quirk and eyebrow, shit-eating grin still very persistent on your face. “Ha! You’re smiling! I got the oh so stoic Apollo to smile! admit it, you like me” You said as you wiggled you’re eyebrows as you scotched closer to him. Apollo rolled his eyes, his smile still remaining. “Tsk, at most I tolerate you” As he said this, he ruffled your hair. You pushed his hand away as you gave him an annoyed look. “Ach! Not the hair! You know how long it took to make it look this nice?” You took some time to fix your hair, but the damage was already done.

“Should we go to the plaza?” Apollo asked you. “Pff, nah. Let’s just stand around here like a bunch’a schmucks” you said as you grabbed a hold of his arm. “Come on!” Apollo let out a dissatisfied grunt as you pulled him along to the concert.

The concert started with a song called “Welcome Horizons”. While it wasn’t exactly Apollo’s favorite type of music, it was a cute little tune. However, in the middle of the song he could feel you gently grab his hand. It surprised him as he hadn’t really payed any attention and hadn’t expected you to do that. When he made eye contact with you he could see the small panic in your eyes. Your face flushed red and you hastily pulled your hand away. You turned your head away from him out of embarrassment, not daring to look in his eyes. Apollo felt a gentle smile bracing his lips, how cute. This time, it was his turn to be persistent. And so, without a word, he took your hand in his. He felt your entire body jolt at the contact but soon you relaxed into the grip, even beginning to stroke his feathers with your thumb.

After that, the concert continued. People requested songs and for the most part, you and Apollo stayed close as the music played. After a while K.K. looked at Apollo and asked him for requests. To which Apollo happily replied with “K.K. Rock”. All in all, the evening went swimmingly. After an hour or two, everyone departed. You and Apollo walked home together, talking about your favorite songs and such. As you got to his house you stopped him.

“Wait, Apollo. Would you like to, I don’t know. Hang out for a little bit? We could go to the beach if you want-OH! There’s this tree growing at the top of a mountain, and it’s growing these great apples that are soooo good! Like they’re really sweet but at the same time kinda sour. Of course we’ll need a latter to get up, unless you can fly. Which by the way, can you fly? It’s been on my mind since like...forever-“

“Y/N” Apollo disrupted your big speech, feeling like his nonexistent ears were gonna fall off. Realizing that you had babbled your face turned scarlet. This made Apollo chortle, if it had been anyone else he would have found it annoying. But when you did it, it was quite endearing. “I guess I should start calling you blathers now eh?” He quipped, wrapping a wing around your shoulder. “Don’t you dare!”

In the end, you two had decided to go for a walk around the island. It had been very pleasant, the two of you were talking about life. And that included Apollo, while he didn’t tell you everything, he actually engaged in the conversation. Soon the sky had turned dark and you followed him home.

“I had a lovely time Apollo. Thanks for hanging out with me” you said as a cold wind swept through the area. “Are you cold, puh?” He had asked you. “Hmm? Oh, yeah kinda. I probably should have taken a jacket with me huh?” You said as you gave him a sheepish smirk. “Why don’t you come in for a while? I can make some coffee and you could continue to tell me about how you broke your arm when you were younger?” Apollo had suggested. He’d tried to be slick, but to you it was very obvious that he wanted to continue talking. “I’d love to”

The next morning, you had woken up to the feeling of sunshine on your face. It had leaked through the blinds of Apollo’s bedroom and you let out a couple of dissatisfied groans as you slowly rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. Grumbling to yourself you tried to get up. Only to have yourself pulled down towards the bed once again. You looked back to see Apollo, wrapping his big arms around your waist. He too let out a grumble as he buried his beak into your neck, brushing his feathers against your soft skin. You let out a soft sigh as you smiled. “Good morning handsome, slept well?” In response to this, Apollo simply hummed a little to confirm it. “Hey? Since we’re...ya know...could could I call you Polly? Get it? It’s like a play on your name but also the classic parrot name? Do you get it? I’m so hilarious” Apollo simply dragged his wing over your face sluggishly, as to find an off switch.

The two of you laid there, talking to each other for a couple of minutes. Soon you started to wriggle out of his grip. Apollo wasn’t having it and pulled you closer to his body. “Hey, Apollo. I have to get up, I still have my duties as island representative. We can still hang out later” You once again tried to get out of the birds grasp. “No” Apollo had said sternly. Now his grip on you became even tighter. “How about this, I can stay for breakfast. But then I have to leave. However, once I’m done with all my tasks, we can hang out. Maybe go on a real date? If you’d like” you tried to bargain. But your words fell on deaf ears. “You’re not leaving me Y/N” now he was starting to push you of.

“Hey! I have a life outside you know. You can’t just ignore me for months and then turn around in a couple of days like we’ve been together for weeks! I’m gonna go, you’re not gonna stop me” this time you didn’t wiggle it move gently. You shoved him away from you and stood up from the bed. But he responded with the same level of aggression. Just as you rose up you felt something attach itself you your ankle, it was one of Apollo’s claws. Before you could think, he stopped the sharp talons upwards, effectively tripping you up and made you land on your face. “OW! APOLLO WHAT THE FU-“ “I SAID YOU AREN’T LEAVING! AND THAT’S FINAL!” Apollo had now raised his voice. Making you coward in under his gaze. After a few seconds, Apollo’s eyes softened. He let out a low sigh as he once again pulled you into his arms.

“Look what you made me do, I didn’t want to shout. But you gave me no choice, puh. Let’s just continue to rest for a while now” Apollo pulled you both down, he began softly stroking your arm whilst he preened your hair. At this point your heart was beating faster then the speed of light, you felt so powerless. Apollo was much bigger than you, was much stronger than you, plus he had those sharp claws and beak. You felt trapped in his arms.

Like a bird in a birdcage

[editorialsonlife]

Well

Welp, feeling like doing an update because there's been a lot going on to be honest. its one of those weird dichotomies where every day feels like an eternity and there's so much going on and then you look back and you're like oh, ok its just my brain making it difficult and making things take forever but anyway.

LOCKDOOOOOOOWWWWWWNNNNNNN

Lockdown life was good, apart from being thrust into it so suddenly dave left a banana on his desk. Wasn't great to come back to after 5 weeks out of the office - mummified mouldy banana!! Classic. We luckily got our first jab before lockdown started so that was good, and we were reasonably well stocked up on food and were generally a lot healthier this lockdown that last. honestly, there's a level of chill and serenity in lockdown that i just love. the ability to set my own schedule and only work the hours I actually work to get the job done? Amazing. getting 8.5 hours of sleep each night without having to wake to an alarm blaring? AMAZING. getting to go for walks every afternoon? SO FLIPPING GOOD. I love it so much, I really really do. I need this to be my life permanently.

WORK

Work is just ongoing and draining and honestly, coming back to the office was so fucking stressful and it was only one day. Being at home is just the fucking bomb. Pending home decisions, I wanna go contracting I think, but also ideally two part time contracts to have more flexibility? I dunno. You'd think a big 4 would provide variety but it really doesn't and honestly, with Richie leaving, wellington is just a sinking ship. Sean's off on parental leave, Kirstyn is down to four days a week, ben will be gone if he doesn't get promoted (and I don't think he will be tbh). Jack is just muddling along, Nigel wants to swap to consulting as well, Matt's going to be a shit leader in terms of bringing in work so it's just not going to work. and in our wider group it's going to get even more messy with heaps of the analysts leaving and a couple of senior hires too. so I think it's probably time to jump ship in general, pending the home stuff below. Also, coming back after a break again, I'm like, I don't actually like a lot of you? All the people I enjoy here are in other teams and groups, and I'll be sad to leave you all, but like, not enough to stay anyway lol.

Pending the home below, two options are to just going and get a job with a $30k payrise to make up for the maternity leave benefits I'm gunna leave behind when I leave this role - 18 weeks full pay, $100 a week for the first year back and a full year of maternity leave. It's basically 30k post tax which is a bit nuts to walk away from to be honest.

Otherwise the other option is to go contracting. Less security overall but holy shit so much money. If I went in as a project coordinator at the lowest rate to build up a bit of a portfolio I'd need to work 40 weeks of 40 hr weeks and Id basically match my current salary plus the lost family leave benefits and still qualify for govt maternity leave payments. Realistically I could go in as a project manager for $140 an hour ($60 more an hour than the above math) and absolutely smash it at that level as well so ya know, there's a bunch of other info. I like the idea of the flexibility of it and only having 6 months even if its a shitshow and beign able to walk away at the end of it. I really don't want to get a govt job and this is a v govt town which is fine but also, if I can avoid it that would be great. I just know I'm not gunna thrive in that environment.

Need to talk to Dave to get him across the line on the security issue part of that though. I've mostly come a long way in terms of my financial management (thanks YNAB) so I think he'd be ok with it mostly.

So there's a lot to toss up there because......

HOME

We got the reno plans done during lockdown, finally. which was super good. but holy fkn jesus $$$$$$ ++++++++++. The guy is coming around for the final quote on Thursday. We indicatively said $100k total because we're doing kitchen laundry bathroom and toilet. so only the most expensive rooms and when I was talking to him last week he said 'that might cover it' and they're seeing cost escalations of 7-10% a week which is just insane. we're not doing anything structural apart from putting in a cavity slider in the bathroom, and the quote they'll give us won't include flooring since they won't do it.

Meanwhile, the prefab homes I were looking at for our site were $425k fully done. Like, I'm not going to spend $130K on doing up my 1940s ex state house ya know? That's not good cost benefit ratio.

So depending on what that comes out at on thursday we'll be able to make some plans.

We also want to start trying for kids next year and need these renos done first - I am not having kids and no dishwasher lol.

Also we need bank financing so good to be in a permanent stable job for that application. the good thing is we have so much equity we know we can borrow whatever we need, I just don't want to spend that much money on it because it's fkn ridiculous. and if I'm going on maternity leave we need to be able to cover it all on dave's salary and whatever benefits I have as well so there;s a lot of financial planning and spreadsheeting going on at the moment lol. it's fab.

either way. we've got plenty of options up our sleeve. we've got friends who's brother owns a building company so we can talk to them, we've got the garage so we can get things prefabricated even if they're not installed til next year, Dave can get shit at cost through his work for whiteware, there;s plenty of things to like cost control we can do, we just need to know where we're starting from basically. thats the challenging part. but we'll figure it out, its just taking longer than I want it to basically.

We also planted up the vege garden for the spring/summer which was lovely, super jazzed about that. we've finally got the garden to a reasonably low maintenance level where everything is mostly under control and it's such a relief, honestly.

PERSONAL

Man what a shift to lockdown last year honestly. I think the last 8 weeks in particular has just been like, a massive reality check of how absolutely shit the last year was and how fucking glad I am to be rid of it. I spent a week absolutely spiralling 2 weeks ago now and honestly, I don't know how I lived in the state for more than a year. I actually don't know how I did it. and I could not be more glad that I'm finally on the other side of it, for the most part. There's still a bunch of other stuff to work through (hahahahahaha when is there not like damn) but fucking hell its nice to just not be anxious and nauseous and wound up constantly. life is actually accessible. miracle.

My workmate had his bebe - I went round and got newborn cuddles and was like, oh, is this what it is to be clucky? this is odd. so there's that as well. I think we'll probably start trying next year pending renos and jobs etc. If the renos can be done in jan I'll prob just stick it at the job to get the benefits but I dunno. it's a tough call to make really. we shall see. This all assumes we get knocked up without any issues which is questionable these days. I really want to feel healthier before getting pregnant as well, and part of that is losing weight. however, given discussing that is what triggered the spiral we're working on that one slowly.

Also, lets have a moment for counselling, because fkn bless anne and all her hard work honestly. I actually ended up emailing her being like, I;m losing my shit on the monday and then talked to her on thursday. And its so funny because it's such a counselling thing but I didn't realise until afterwards what she'd done but she was like you're clearly not doing well and then the night before dave got a fkn miserable migraine and he was up for like, 2 hrs powerchucking except he didn't make it to the bathroom in time so guess who was cleaning up vomit at 130am trying not to chuck herself but I digress. anyway, not doing well, couldn't even explain why, didn't even have words and super tired and she's like, what lynaire up to this week how's she going with izzy and chat about that and then be like how are you feeling about your body and then 5 more mins of chat about the cat and the chickens and then like bam hard question and then hows it going with x and y and z and its like, it wasn't til I was on my walk afterwards when I FINALLY started feeling marginally better I was like damn woman work your magic for figuring it out for me and helping me reregulate. all over the phone as well since we were still in lockdown. GREAT WORK FRIEND.

and then last week was like totally fucked theoretical discussion about religion and the role it's played in my life and fate vs free will and all this nutty shit but genuinely just a great discussion. She's the best and I love her. thank good for good counsellors. thank god I can afford to pay for it honestly.

Dave and I are just chugging along, god bless that man. I love him. its amazing. I miss having friends close by but understand why they had to move (boooooo f u house prices). Family is pretty chill, still not really talking to dave's parents which is nightmarish but we'll deal with that when we need to. gunna have to go and visit them at some point coz dave misses them and I feel for him, I really do. It's the whole boundaries renegotiation I went through with my family last year post wedding blow up and its just not a fun place to be. oh well. can't fix it for him but also I'm not putting up with that level of BS from either of our families once we have children. not gunna happen.

Either way, life is busy and full and fun and I'm enjoying it. Daylight savings starts this weekend too, its october next week WTF and I'm just waiting for 4pm to find out what's gunna happen to our girls trip. Clearly we cancelled our sept trip to christchurch and akaroa and hanmer springs so my covid travel curse continues. fkn ridic. Still dunno what we're gunna do with $2500 of flight credits coz if we get knocked up theres def no international trips happening any time soon.

thus concludes the almost 2000 word write up of life. hope you've enjoyed it. I'll throw up some pics in a separate post if people care about reno plans. such a good time!

[multifandom-stranger]

4 . 10 . 16

The Broken Few Pt. 3

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2.1k

Warning: Mentions of violence, imagery of guns and knives, language.

If either Jaehyun, Ten, or Mark could foresee how the day would end up for them they would have known to brace themselves. The moment they entered the small restaurant Jaehyun and Ten  were on edge. Mark looked back and forth between them, instantly noticing the change in posture and expression.  It was then that he noticed a man in a blue button down shirt, a few buttons undone to expose silver chains, and wore red tinted glasses. The unknown man leaned back in his chair and looked over the three freely. Sat next to him was another man dressed more formally. He wore mainly black and grey and had a mullet. Mark leaned over to Ten and whispered to him “What’s going on?”

Ten elbowed him to shut up and gave him a look. “Promise to stay silent, okay. Unless you are spoken to.” Ten gulped and put on his best poker face. Jaehyun genuinely was a bit surprised but didn’t show it at all. The two of them were just not expecting to run into Jackson and JB. Especially since this was well into their area of the city. Jaehyun looked as if he wanted to kill them right then and there. Ten clearly saw a vein stressed on his neck from how hard he was clenching his jaw. 

“Jackson. JB. What brings you here?” Jaehyun choked out with the best impression of calm he could give at the moment. Jaehyun, Taeyong, and Yuta had all had a long string of issues with the boys in Got7. They were always having to give up what was rightfully theirs in order to survive. Jaehyun knew that but it didn’t make the situation any less rage inducing.

Jackson stood up with a half smile and lifted his glasses so that they rested on his head. “Just wanted to talk about some business. Boss man around?” He walked up to Jaehyun and placed a hand on his shoulder. “We’ve been having some… Issues lately.” 

If not for his bad habit with his jaw, Jaehyun came across as confident and assertive as he said, “No, he’s not but I’m sure we can figure some things out.” 

“I’m not so sure. It’s in your best interest that him and I work it out Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun looked back to Mark and Ten. “Can you two give him a call and get him here as soon as possible?” A single nod from the both of them was all that was needed before they headed off.

Jaehyun was left with the two opposing family members and had to make small talk in the meantime. That was not by any means a skill he possessed. However, faking it he could do. He was not genuine or warm during their conversation but he would fake it almost unnoticeably. “Might I ask what this business is about, now that the kids have gone off to play?” 

Jackson chuckled curtly as he could clearly tell there was a certain bite to his tone no matter how much he tried to hide it. Jaehyun couldn’t hide that from him. “Same issue it’s always been dear Jaehyun. Lines. Ones you’re overstepping.” 

“Any examples? Or do you plan on just playing us again?” He growled out keeping a very fierce eye contact with Jackson, one that was unyielding. 

Jackson sat back in his seat, JB silent at his side. “Ya, we made a deal you know. We won’t fuck with you or hinder any business as long as you stay the fuck away from ours.” He tilted his head and for the first time in their little session he returned Jayhun’s obvious distaste. 

“We’ll talk when Taeyong gets here.” He said curtly to end the conversation before he decked the fucker right in his face.

Ten pulled out his cell and called up Taeyong as Mark hailed a taxi for them to catch back to the house. Jaehyun had texted the both of them to make sure to stick around with the eldest boy, even when they got back to the restaurant. As they got into the taxi, Taeyong had finally picked up the phone.

“Taeyong, hey… Yeah, just like he said he’s with them at the restaurant…  yeah… Alright… We’re taking a taxi so we’ll be there in less than 5… You got it. See you in a bit.” Ten hung up and looked over to Mark. “Ever been in a fight? Or shot a gun?”

Mark was taken back at the gun part. He had been in a ton of fights, sure. He’d only shot a gun once though. Way back when he was probably too young for it to be allowed. He remembered his dad liked to go hunting. One day he took Mark with his and even showed him how to shoot a gun but it was years ago. He remembered how loud it was and how it hurt his shoulder even with his dad there to keep him steady “I can throw a punch, but I’ve only shot a Springfield rifle once. Years ago.”

“That’s something. Just be ready for a fight in there when we get back.” He took a moment to pause and sigh at the thoughts going through his head for Mark. “You’d better be ready. You’re really getting pushed right into the deep end fast.”

Mark gulped and nodded before mentally prepping. He had to keep telling himself, ‘This is real. This is real life.’ but if it meant protecting Jaehyun and Taeyonng he was ready.

When they arrived outside at the bottom of the apartment Taeyong was at the last few steps that led up to their humble abode, ready to go. As soon as the cab halted, Taeyong was on his feet and opening the door. Mark scooted over as he gave the two of them small greetings. He looked to the front to see who was driving the cab. Taeyong gave a small nod, to which it was returned. That was a sign he could speak freely and do as he wished. This driver was local.

“Okay, Ten you know the plan so I brought your favorites.” Taeyong pulled out a small gun and a karambit knife. Ten smiled at the sight of his preferred weapons of choice as he gave it a quick spin around his finger till the grip was reversed and he looked ready for one hell of an upward slash. He flicked it closed, pocketed it, and then tucked the gun away into his hoodie. He was rather proud of the DIY pocket he had made in it for the soul purpose of holding various concealed items.

Taeyong faced Mark who was surprisingly calm considering the current situation. “Had no idea what you’d prefer, so just take this for now. We’ll have you wait outside and make sure no one gets involved from outside.” Taeyong held out a Sig Sauer P938 to Mark. He would have given the kid a Glock 19 like his but the safety would go right over his head. This was better for him considering he probably knew nothing about guns.

Mark took it and took out the mag, thoughtlessly undid the slider, checked the barrel, and then put it all back together in a matter of seconds making sure to never point it carelessly and to check that the safety was still on. The youngest of the boys looked up to be met with not one, two looks of pure confusion and intrigue. “What?” Pure silence held onto the moment still. “Guns are more common in Canada. Used to go hunting. Cleaned dad’s guns for him as well.” 

The shock sat with the other two for a moment before Taeyong smirked and patted Mark on the back. “Lucked out with you, kid. Anyways, the plan is that I’ll talk with them for as long as I can but Jackson and his crew is most likely gonna get real mad real fast with how I plan to handle things. The only reason I’m cool with this at the moment is the fact that it’s Just him and JB or now. Jinyoung gives me the fuckin’ creeps.” Ten exaggerated a shiver at the mention of the name. Jaehyun and Taeyong had told stories about the Got& members. They all collectively had the worst feeling about that man.

“Mark, Ten, if shit goes south fast you get out. You run back to the house and tell the other to be on their guard from now on. Understood?” Ten nodded without hesitation but Mark hesitated.

“What about you and Jaehyun?” 

Taeyong took the hand he had left on Mark’s shoulder and gave him a small squeeze of reassurance. “We’re the last people you need to worry about. You’ll see later.”

They were just pulling up to the restaurant as Taeyong retreated his hand and looked at Mark, still holding the gun like he was probably trained to in order to get some kind of license for it, not like he was about to get into a possible shootout between families. Taeyong pulled out his own gun to show Mark what to do with it. Unlike Mark he had a concealed holster in the back of his waistband but it would still work. “Mark, like this.” He shoved the gun into the side of his waistband and then looked back up to him.

Mark laughed a bit and covered his mouth. “For real? This is some shit out of a movie. I swear to god…” He sighed out some nerves before checking the safety one last time and copying what Taeyong had shown him. This all was starting to feel rather surreal to him. How many sixteen year-olds had handguns?

All three of them let the cab as Taeyong thanked the driver by name with a smile. “Stay here. You know what to do.” And with that Mark and Ten were left outside.

Taeyong walked into the building with his game face on. Both trying to come off as charming and intimidating if possible. He prepared for the worst mentally but knowing Jackson anything could happen. “Afternoon sunshine! What’s all this about more issues popping up?” The words spilled out of his mouth with ample sarcasm and venom as he took a seat next to Jaehyun who was giving one of his worst glares yet to the two across from them. “We had agreed that Hann river is the line if this is once again a problem.”

“Ha, yeah right. You’ve been crossing the line with your fucking business all the time. I know Doyoung’s been over here quite often Yugyeom has seen him out and about.”

Taeyong found amusement in this statement. Doyoung’s family, what remained at least,  lived in that area but Jackson wouldn’t care. “So what? We can’t leave at all? You’ve come here with JB and Jinyoung before so don’t try and pull that with me.” 

The tension in the room grew thicker and thicker by the second. Jackson was leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head and keeping a firm gaze with Taeyong. Opposite him was Taeyong, arms crossed and slightly leaned over the table. JB and Jaehyun were of similar postures and expressions given the situation. 

Jaehyun finally stepped into the conversation full force. “Look, we obviously can’t come to terms with each other and that’s not gonna change. Like hell we’re backing off.”

“Give us Yangcheon-Gu.” Jackson blurted out fully confident. 

“No way in hell.” Taeyong rose to his feet and scrutinized Jackson from above. “I think we’re done here.” Jaehyun mimicked Taeyong’s actions before a laugh was heard from behind. The two both stopped in their tracks and with low-lidded eyes full of threatening hatred Taeyong looked back. 

“Walk out that door and you're declaring war. I don’t think you and your itty bitty family can handle it. Neo Tech is still just a small street gang playing itself off as a real family when it isn’t.”

Long, lightning fast strides led Taeyong to whip out his gun and lean over the table smirking down at Jackson with the barrel to his temple. JB returned the favor in an instant while Jackson sat there with a look completely void of all emotion. Jaehyun from across the room had pulled his own gun on JB as well. “Don’t you ever talk down to us like that again.” He pressed a bit harder, nudging Jackson's head till his eyes finally met With Taeyong’s. He made it a point to push off hard when he backed away, forcing Jackson’s head to snap to the side before he centered it once again.

 “You want a war?” He leaned in closer, till he was right above the fellow boss and gave him a tight lipped smile. “You got it.” With that he stormed out of the building with Jaehyun and Ten and Mark were quick to catch up. “We’ve got plenty of training to do boys.”

Author’s Note: Hiya! Just popin’ in to say I hope you’ve enjoyed if you read this far. :) Please let me know if longer parts would be better in the comments. around 5k is doable, I’d just like to know if that’s better or not. Anyways, have a good night/afternoon/morning!

[mimymomo]

Orphydice/Weathering With You AU Part 1

Okay this AU has been bugging me all night so I have to scream about it to my unknowing followers. (Damn it Mo, not another AU! You don’t have time for this!!) Do not be alarmed inner me, this AU will mostly be confined to a list! This one in fact! Or another one is this one does on too long...

I know for a fact that no one in this fandom saw this movie so I’ll try to explain it as best as I can here:

Eurydice was a runaway. Even at the bitter age of 16, she knew what kind of situation she was in and it wasn’t a good one. Neglectful parents, living in a small town where everyone knew one another’s business but that didn’t mean they were gonna help you with shit.

She tried to get emancipated once, saved up a bunch of money from side temp jobs between school but that plan ended up dead in the water before she could jump off the diving board. Her parents found and stole her savings, her hard-earned money. They gave her hell for it, going around telling stores, not to hire their “problem child” and she couldn’t find a permanent job afterward.

So she ran. Hopped on a bus and set out for the city. While traveling, the weather got bad. The weather had been doing that more and more recently. Sure it was April and storms happened, but not violent snowstorms that lasted days and frozen over lakes and roads, inches piling high along street-sides. Or rain showers the flooded fields and drowned basements. Thunder and lightning shaking homes and striking trees. Winds sweeping children off their feet, soaring in the sky like a tangled kite.

One such storm occurred during the journey, heavy rains and violent winds, forcing the driver to make an emergency stop at a motel and wait out the storm. As Eurydice steps off the bus, one of her bags (a small drawstring sack) gets swept up in the wind aim the direction of the street and she gives chase. As she reaches down to grab her bag, she sees a light in the corner of her eyes, shining bright and drawing closer, closer.

Suddenly she’s yanked back as a honking car zooms by. She’s being held snug against someone’s chest, someone who smells of something floral and a hint of alcohol. “Gotta be careful, girl. Don’t wanna be turned into a pancake now do ya?”

Eurydice turns around and freezes- the woman is beautiful: long ankle-length dress the shade of healthy green grass, her brown curly hair is braided back, flowers of different colors twisted in the mix. Her eyes warm and attentive. She’s carrying a small bag herself, with what looks like a few bottles of wine sticking out the top.

She introduces herself as Persephone and before Eurydice knows it, they’re sharing a room together. Eurydice tried to protest but the woman clad in green insist already arranging a room with a double bed. A few hours later, they’re showered and laying on their beds, room service spread out on trays and Seph half finished with a crack open bottle.

Persephone tells Eurydice she was visiting her mother up north (her mom apparently owns a vineyard) however her trip was cut short when her husband demanded (her words) her to return. “That man,” Seph curses drunkenly, waving her bottle, the liquid sloshing around the funneled glass. Eurydice’s only know Seph for a few hours but she’s already enamored with the woman and her attitude.

The next day when they arrive at the station, Seph offers Eurydice a business with her information on it: “Anthomania” in flowery lettering along with an address and phone number. A flower shop.

“I never asked but what brings you to the city? I can tell from your expression that you’ve never been here before.” Eurydice wasn’t ready for that question. “Oh just visiting, uhh some...relatives! Yeah, relatives! For spring break.” Seph rolls her eyes, not believing the girl for a moment but deciding to play along anyway, “so you know where you’re heading then?” Eurydice nods and they separate.

The first week is a struggle. No one will hire her with her limitations (no resume/references, she’s underage and constantly asked where she should be in school, she doesn’t have an address nor her social security number, and she can’t give out all her information in fear of her name popping up on a missing child’s list). So to put it lightly...she’s kinda screwed. She’s been staying in a really cheap hostel living off corner store food. She gets in trouble for loitering a few times and once while rummaging through some trash she came across a gun and decides to keep it for safety reasons (this will be important later)

One day, thinking she’s walking into a job site, she accidentally stumbles into an old, rundown bar. There’s barely anyone in there besides two people sitting at a table in the far corner, a man passed out at the counter. The air smells musky, traces of pungent alcohol fill the air and also the smell of someone buttery. Eurydice’s stomach growls. She didn’t have money to spare on breakfast or lunch recently. She knows she shouldn’t but she takes a seat at one of the tables, her back facing the bar counter. She contemplates what she’s doing and maybe if she should go home. But that thought disappears just as quickly as it showed up.

Out of nowhere, a tray of two burger sliders and a basket of fries are set down in front of her, followed by a glass of water. Eurydice whips her head and is met with two hazel eyes, the prettiest eyes she’s ever seen. The boy is young but has a charm to him. Lanky and tall, his brown hair sticks up to the sky as if his fingers had just run through them. “Sorry if I’m overstepping but you looked hungry and lost so...” his voice is soft and awkward as hell, but she finds it endearing. “Also Mr. Hermes will be back soon and he probably won’t like seeing someone underage so I’d eat that quick.” “How do you know I’m underage?” Eurydice shoots back with a raised brow. The boy flushes pink, blood floods his cheeks, ears, and neck, “oh! I’m sorry! I just thought-”

Eurydice laughs, “I messing with you.” “Ohhh...okay,” the boy smiles, scratching lightly at his cheek. Eurydice finds herself fighting a blush as well. ‘Why is he so cute??’ “I can’t pay for this.” The boy waves her concerns off, “it’s on the house.”

Before she can argue and refuse, a customer yells for around round and the boy begins to shuffle away. “Thank you,” Eurydice butts in, “for the food, I mean.” The boy grins and walks away.

That burger and fries were the best food she’s had in years.

The next day, she finds herself standing outside Anthomania, the brick building sits on corner, wide windows that let you see completely inside the shop. It’s flowers, everywhere- flowers along the walls, in stands amidst the floors, in pots, small and large, arranged bouquets in buckets near the front. Eurydice steps in and is overwhelmed by the sweet scent, sunlight bleeding in from the washed windows. What catches her eye is a small bouquet of carnations: reds, pinks, and whites. “Didn’t expect to see you here so soon.”

Eurydice jumps and spins around to see Persephone with her arms crossed, her green dress replaced with a garden styled apron. The two catch up and Seph calls Eurydice out for lying about visiting relatives. Eurydice stays the rest of the workday and later as Seph is closing up shop, she intends to walk about to her hostel room but Seph offers her a ride. Once the get there Seph forces her to grab her things and pays the bill. And drives her to her place.

It’s huge, a mansion guarded by a gate at the edge of town. The inside is just as beautiful as the outside but eerily quiet and somehow suffocating in a way. She meets Seph’s husband, Hades. He works as a CEO of some company, mining? Electric? Eurydice doesn’t know. He doesn’t seem particularly fond of her especially after Persephone announces that girl would be staying with them for now on and being working as an assistant/apprentice at her flower shop. Hades fights her on this but the woman wins out in the end.

As the days go on Eurydice notices how dysfunctional the couple are. They definitely love each other but...oof. Eurydice, when she’s not working her shifts, starts cooking meals and cleaning around the house and starts winning over the man of the house and the three slowly start to become a sort of family in the following month.

One day a customer comes into the flower shop, bracing the stormy weather. He’s an older gentleman wearing a silver suit with dark skin and gray hair. He’s coughing hard but still cheery. Seph and the man catch up and Eurydice figures they must be close. She doesn’t mean to eavesdrop but she hears them talking about something crazy: an urban legend of a child blessed by the gods who can control the weather. She thinks it’s stupid and doesn’t realize she said that fact out loud.

“Maybe child but you never know,” the man chuckles. Seph laughs at Eurydice’s shocked face, “brother, this is Eurydice. She’s working for me as an apprentice as sorts.” The man shakes her hand and begins to cough harshly again. “You should really go and get that checked out,” Persephone persists. The man waves her off, “I’m aight, just a little cough from the weather. Plus money’s been tight with the bar and all plus the boy.” He buys a few bouquets to be delivered next week and leaves. Eurydice ponders about why he said, ‘it’s impossible,’ and she leaves it there.

She’s the one who has to make the delivery. Turns out it’s the same bar she met that boy at. She hesitantly walks inside hoping to see the boy but no dice. She drops off the flowers and says hello to the man who she still doesn’t know the name of and heads out. Halfway back to Anthomania she sees something that catches her eye, no, someone. ‘It’s that boy!’ He’s being dragged by two older men, his face nervous. She can instantly tell something is wrong. She follows them and sees them leading him down a dark alley in the direction of a shady building. Before she realizes she already running. She grabs the boy's hand and they’re off.

The two men chase after them and corner them, knocking Eurydice to the ground. Eurydice reaches into her bag and pulls out the gun. The men at first think it’s a fake and start to roughhouse the boy saying that he set them up and will have to pay which causes Eurydice’s blood to boil. She grips the gun tightly, her fingertips turning white, she trembles and her vision goes hazy from rain and adrenaline, then suddenly...bam!

A shot gets fired off.

No one was hit but everyone is shocked. The boy is surprisingly the first to recover and he pulls Eurydice to her feet and they run away.

The escape to an abandoned half-underground train station. Trains covered in moss and plant life lay there rusty as sunlight barely shines through dirty grime-covered windows. Despite its uncleanliness, there’s something magical about this place, Eurydice can feel it in her bones.

“Why did you do that? Where did you get the gun?” the boy asks, huffing and puffing, athleticism is not one of his strong suits. “I thought you were in trouble,” Eurydice fights back. “And I found it.” The boy dips his head, “my guardian is sick but he always says that he doesn’t have the money to spare to get checked out. I needed to make some extra money and they promised me a well-paying job at this not exactly savory club if I performed there.”

Eurydice gapes, she has so many thoughts running through her head she doesn’t know where to start so she just says, “you’re a performer?” The smiles, “yup, I sing and play guitar. Plus I write my own music. I never introduced myself huh? I’m Orpheus.” “Eurydice.”

“Do you want to see something cool?” Orpheus asks, acting as if the previous incident with the gun didn’t just happen. “I mean, sure but it’s kinda a mess out there,” Eurydice points out. Orpheus ignores her and offers out his hand. Eurydice takes it and they walk back to the entrance.

When they reach the outside, the sky is gray and cloudy. Rain and sleet pour from the sky mixing with the dirty dusting of snow on the ground.

“Would you like the weather to be better?” Orpheus asks. “I mean of course I would,” Eurydice shrugs, “but I doubt that’ll happen anytime soon.”

“I don’t know,” Orpheus says, his eyes shut lightly. “I think the weather can surprise you. Just watch.” Eurydice looks around not sure where she should be looking until...

“La, la la la, la la la~!” A heavenly voice rings out, echoing among the buildings.

Suddenly the rain stops and the clouds part and disappear from the sky. Rays of sunlight breach out coolers by a rich sea of blue. The sun...Eurydice hadn’t seen the sun in so long.

“Oh my god, you’re a weather child! You can control the weather!” Eurydice screams, turning to Orpheus who finishes his song as a small red flower appears in his palm. A red carnation.

He offers her the flower and smiles. “Yeah, I guess you could say that I am.”

...

Wow, I typed all of this and only got like...1/3 of the way into the movie...so part 2 coming soon? I love this movie and subsequent au so it’ll probably be out tomorrow if people want it?

[papersandkeyboards]

5/31 to 6/5: (everything else and) Prom

36th WEEK, MAY 31-JUNE 5, 2016.

English class has always been interesting to me. If I think about it, English class (be it here as a first language, or back home as a second language) is always more fun than Indonesian Language class back home. In my class in Rainier Beach, which is IB English Language and Literature, we read classics and Shakespearean plays and interpret those. (don’t get me wrong, I had to read The Scarlett Letter for English Lang class during my short stop in Houston and it was painful, but something about how English teachers’ way of teaching is so interesting and, of course, not boring)

For the semester’s big project, however, we were told to make podcasts. About anything.

I understand that podcasts aren’t much of a thing in Indo, but the simplest way to explain podcasts in a nutshell is audio lectures, audio books, discussions, serial stories, or anything about a topic. And honestly, it’s not even just lectures. You can talk about anything in a podcast (in my Theory of Knowledge class, we listened to a series of online podcasts entitled “Serial”, which covers a story for each season that is told in an interesting and comprehensive way).

But this time, Mrs. Shaw doesn’t limit us to just audio, but we can put visuals in it as well. So, basically saying, our big project was to make an audio or video file talking about things which has our arguments in it. And we could do it individually or in groups of three, max.

Me, being myself who essentially resents group works can be quite an individualist, of course, decided to do the podcast by myself.

And me, being myself who almost always aims to be anti-mainstream, chose a topic that most people would hate and throw rocks to after the first glance.

I argued that zoos aren’t necessarily inhumane to animals. For a side that believed that zoos are downright cruel and disgusting, I stood against them.

Of course I know people aren’t always going to agree with me, but as a (used-to-be) debater, I tried to smother everything in good wording (and some solid arguments can i get a hell yeah), and at the end, all I need to be satisfied was Mrs. Shaw saying “you got a point.” (aka “hmm iya juga ya”).

It was an enjoyable school task to do. Ehe.

Anyway, the next two days, Wednesday and Thursday, were two sacred days we all students acknowledged dearly as Early Release days. The neverending amazement of Seattle has turned me into somewhat a Dora the Explorer, even though it was clear that I have always been a damn-straight home person back home. Would rather stay home that being somewhere else.

But an exchange student logic was that you’re missing a lot of you spend a lot of time at home.

So Kira and I hit the waterfront and rode the Seattle Ferris Wheel.

And the next day I spent by myself, visiting the Seattle Art Museum and indulging my fangirl side by watching X-Men: Apocalypse.

Remember I mentioned once that it was the time of SIFF—Seattle International Film Festival?

Karen, Eric, and I looked up the showtimes and movies, trying to find anything interesting, and of course the choice went to an Indonesian movie, entitled “Copy of My Mind”, so we watched it on Friday evening.

It never occured to me that films in film festivals aren’t those up the regular theaters. Most of them are months old before the time of the festival itself, some even a year old or more. But I guess that’s the point of having film festivals: as a platform to promote films, because almost all of them don’t include big starry actor names, and all of them aren’t in a franchise.

Copy of My Mind, however, was starred by Chico Jericho and Tara Basro (blame was on me for just recognizing these names for the first time), and soon after the movie started, I got why I’ve never heard of this film before back home: it would never be able to air in Indonesia. Simple as that.

As usual, my movie-goer sense was so much indulged in cheap plots of franchise films where every message is shown explicitly during the film with a mandatory happy ending and a bonus of occasional car explosion, so when I saw the ending of Copy of My Mind, I was disappointed. I didn’t get the message.

(later I googled the film and it turned out to be a hard-core social and political satire towards my own country) (so yeah, go watch it guys) (majukan perfilman indonesia)

On Sunday, I was reminded by the remaining days I have by attending Nouha’s goodbye party. She would leave three days after the goodbye party, which is June 8, and I’m still staying here until the end of the month, but surely it sucks to remember that you have to leave eventually.

But the goodbye party was a fun one—sliders, chips, other typical tasty American barbecue snacks in the backyard, people bringing going-away presents, and of course, pictures.

(I swear the pictures were up somewhere but now I couldn’t find them)

---

Aight. That’s quite a brief (???) summary of how the first 5 days of the week went. Whereas I usually said the fun part comes in the weekend, this WHOLE week was full of fun and things to do (thank God for early release). HOWEVER, though, however,

this weekend was Prom.

That’s right, everyone, you heard it. The infamous American High School Prom.

....

Gitu aja sih. Ehe. OKAY. Prom in Beach... was definitely UNLIKE Proms in other, harshly saying, white rich school everywhere else. But the part where people ask other people to Prom, well, that was done everywhere, I guess.

I was walking the hallway when Rebecca and the others stopped by and Rebecca asked me, “Nabila, who are you going to Prom with?”

“...????? I don’t know??? No one asked me to.”

“It’s America, you can do whatever you want. Why don’t you ask somebody?”

yaela yang bener aja lu dasar ampas kepala.

Jadi gini sih. The way Prom works (or at least in my school) is that only the seniors are invited, unless the seniors ask somebody else from other grades—juniors, sophomores, freshmen, or people from other school—to be their prom date, then those persons are also invited. And I know Kira is a junior, so I asked Kira as my prom date so she can experience prom and everybody is happy. Also because Rebecca and Emily were committees so there are fellow juniors there. yaela padahal karena emang gaada yang ngajak dan akhirnya ngajak temen sendiri supaya tidak garing

I didn’t take too much trouble setting up a promposal—Prom proposal—unlike those who are seriously dating—a friend from Theory of Knowledge class made a poster and got his football team to promposed his girlfriend, it was very sweet—and because I was an awkward unromantic piece of shit, I asked Kira to be my prom date during stretching before softball game.

She was appalled. At least she wasn’t repelled, which was good. Good thing she didn’t expect a canon of flowers or posters or an orchestra playing for her to be promposed.

And that’s the story on how I got my prom date.

Which was totally not unusual, because at Prom night I found out that Alex asked Justin, a junior, so that Justin can experience Prom with his senior fellows too. Zion, who is gay, asked Nina out of friendship. A lot of people do that that night. Many people even went with their squads instead of being in pairs.

When Kira was scrolling through numerous online shops to find a dress, I bought mine in Nordstrom Rack—which was basically Nordstrom but they sell old stuff that were cheaper (because I didn’t feel like spending hundreds of bucks on a dress I’m gonna wear, like, once or twice for my whole life). Not only I bought it in Nordstrom Rack, I also bought it last Febuary, which was before Winter Ball. That being said, I used the same dress as what I wore for Winter Ball. Which was good, because I didn’t want to waste money on dress I would most likely use once. The admission ticket was around $40 anyway, while other schools my AFS friends were in charged around $80-100 for it. sekolah saya miskin emang, tapi asik.

Sementara ada temen-temen saya yang ‘melamar Prom’ pakai poster, bunga, permen karet (dia nawarin sekotak permen karet gitu trus pas dibuka ada tulisannya ‘Prom?’ trus dikasih bunga, lucu abis sih), ada juga temen yang asal ngajak cewek manapun yang kebetulan lewat, dan kalau ditolak, geser dikit trus ngajak cewek lain terdekat. But then again, I didn’t know how significant a prom date is—whether being asked to be prom date equals being asked to be one’s girl/boyfriend, or is it just a one-time occasion thing?

Whatever it was, I do know that at least Prom in Rainier Beach High School doesn’t shun single people. Yay. Nabila can go to Prom without worries.

HOWEVER.

However, around a week before Prom, I found out that Indonesian Students’ Association of Seattle University (ISASU), which was like a couple blocks from my house, was holding some sort of event, and guess who came as a guest star.

....

NO.

I DO NOT LIKE HOW THIS TURNS OUT.

I REALLY DON’T.

After contemplating which one is rarer: to experience a classic American high school Prom night every exchange student wants to be a part of or meet a massive Indonesian dazzling pop-star in person, I did what I thought was best for me: I chose Prom and let go of Raisa, with the arrogance of “I’m Indonesian, she’s Indonesian, we’ll meet again but I only have this one chance for Prom” without realizing that that will least likely to happen.

I came to Kira’s house on Saturday afternoon, June 4, 2016, and ate Indomie for pre-Prom dinner (Prom dinner paling tidak modal sepanjang sejarah manusia). Then we had a photoshoot in which Kira and I look like a happy couple of lovers. Then Laura drove us to the venue. Which was a not-so-big space in SoDo but enough for the whole class lah.

(pic credit to whoever took this)

Long story short, it was fun. At first it wasn’t really because both Kira and I did not know many seniors despite some people I recognize from classes I am in, so we talked with Emily and Rebecca. Then people I know started to show up—Nina, Justin, Zion, Alex, Gretar, and others—and we danced. What was fun about it was that everyone didn’t dance with their dates, but mixed in into big groups of friends and was having a pure hyped-fun time instead of a romantic one. (not to brag but Nina and I did some duets and we were killing it) (kapan lagi bisa hacep dan meliar kaya begini ya)

The King and Queen of Prom, instead of voting, was done by a raffle (maybe so that everyone can get a chance instead of a cliche competition of popularity). Rony got King and Antoneyah got Queen. There was also two photo booths, an elegant one with a sofa and a fun one like a photobox along with hats and fake mustache and other stuff you could use.

(’twas Rebecca, Emily, Rony the playboy, me, and Kira)

(terus baru 3 tahun kemudian AFS menggerayangkan gerakan AFSPride)

(mampos kenapa w pendek sekali, bahkan dalam standar orang indonesia)

(tUH udah naik tangga pun masi lebih pendek)

THEN, the event continued for whoever wants to join everyone to the Seattle Ferris Wheel, while free tickets were provided! We sporadically went to the Ferris Wheel by Uber—some people didn’t come due to curfew and probably an after-party somewhere (I finally convinced Kira to join after many considerations. Since the Wheel was closer to my house, she agreed to crash in my house after).

Lucu banget aih. Anak-anak remaja pakai baju-baju bagus, sebagain berpasang-pasangan, dan sebagian lagi bergerombol kelompok, dan rame-rame masuk ke kereta Bianglala.

(’twas Gretar, Alex, Justin, me, Kira, Zion, and Mohamed)

Kapan lagi kaya gini huhuhu seneng.

It was—I don’t remember—a bit after midnight? After we were done Kira and I took an Uber back to my house, had ice cream in my bed while watching Monsters University, and fell asleep halfway through the movie (and my laptop ran out of battery).

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Aaaand that’s probably as close I could ever be with Raisa: in the same city, neighboring neighborhood.

But at least, thinking back, I would not trade the experience I just had with anything else.

Salam dari penghadir Prom Rainier Beach High School dengan style hijab paling cantik (karena memang satu-satunya),

Nabila Safitri.

[azarathedragon]

Mild spoilers. Nothing is really stated, but its enough to clue in to stuff that happens in the main story.

Nothing has emotionally destroyed me more this year then Red Dead Redemption 2. And for me, thats saying something, because i uh....dont usually cry during a video game. I cant actually bring to mind another game that had me that upset over a character. Books, yea. Tv shows, yea. But a video game. Make me sad, sure, but actually cry, nope.

And i loved the game to bits, enough so that it actually got my ass in gear to play and attempt to finish the first game. My only gripe would have been some of the choices made with horses.

First being that the best horses are locked behind the epilogue, where theres maybe a dozen hours worth of content. Maybe more if you didnt do some stuff as Arthur. It doesnt make sense that the character you spend the most time with, only has access to lower tier horses, barring the black arabian and gold turk (which i find ugly as shit by the why. Sadie's turk was a far prettier color.)

The unique horses like the black shire or Buell. If you sell either, or it gets killed, they are gone for good. There is no getting that specific coat color back. And that is dumb as shit my friends. As a side note, we shoulda been able to get Buell earlier on. You basically get that stubborn bastard when theres only a few hours of gameplay left (story wise anyway. If you spend fifteen hours just dicking around, all the more power to ya. Lord knows i did because the game ending was spoiled for me within the first week of its release. Thanks youtube. Thanks.)

Second. All horses should have been able to be found wild or stable bought. Just decrease spawn chance for the real nice ones like the Arabians and Turks. Horse herds were depressing to look at after a while, when you realize the three fastest wild breeds only have two wild coat colors. Nokota, Thoroughbred, snd the Anerican Standards. Two colors. And you find herds with 4 to 6 of one of the afformentioned breeds in it. Two colors. Its just...sad to look at. And its not like Rockstar was short on coat colors snd patterns. Also. Fuck them for patching the St. Denis spawn glitch. I found an alternative as john and got that pretty rose grey arabian. For free. And i think i found an alternative as arthur. But my lips are sealed, because frankly, its bullshit i cant steal a real nice horse. Were outlaws, lemme steal the nice horses you bastards.

Coats and their patterns. The only ALL black horse is a American Standardbred. They are an average horse. Ok speed, and ok health and stamina. And i will say it again. Rockstar was not short on coat colors and patterns. There are so many colors for the Kentucky Saddlers, Tennessee Walkers, and Morgans. So fuckin many. A lot of these could have been copied or split into other breeds. Or pull the Nintendo BotW method where there is a dozen base colors, that then have additional patterns thrown over top. Because i really want an all black horse that has good stats. (And unless im crazy, im pretty sure the initial launch of the game there were no all black horses? The standardbred used to have like...a snip on its face. Mandela effect probably. There are a handful of black horses they all start to blur together after a while)

The horse types like War and Work should have meant more than more health over stamina or vice versa. War horses shouldnt balk at gunfire, its what it was bred and raised for. Work horses shouldnt have felt the stamina drain from carrying pelts, it was born and raised to do intensive work. Wild horses should have handled threatening wildlife (snakes, cougars, bears, alligators) better than stable horses. Stable horses spook easier at said creatures, but handle towns and nearby trains better. Yes, you read that right, trains. Horses dont like loud things, and trains to them, are downright terrifying. It takes years of consistent exposure for a horse to calm down around such things. (My family had horses, and we lived near John Trovolta. The dude has a private jet. Taking off in practically our back yard. The horses freaked about it at first, but after a while began to realize the giant screaming metal demon bird isn't here to harm them. They still dont like it, but they dont freak out as easily to it either.)

Im still not sure as to what Handling meant. Does it turn faster? Different animations? Game devs love putting shit in, and then not tell us what it means. Like that "wild horses will keep some wild tendencies." That means nothing to me. Absolutely nothing. Tendencies could be anything, literally anything. Maybe this horse really, really likes chewing on its butt. Maybe it has a biting problem. The word means nothing if we arent given context on what it means.

Volume slider for the horses please. My god. Both of my parents are hard of hearing, and while my dad has no interest in the game other than "oh what gun is that? A wincester?". My mom did on the other hand. So she turns the volume up a little to hear characters better, but then we have to turn it back down, because the horses are overly loud at times. (And yes captions are on, but we still like hearing the voice behind those words. Pretty sure the tv speakers are going anyway, but there are other audio issues with the game at times that are unrelated to a shit tv). Audio option are important. And we are stuck with only three sliders. Master, score, and dialogue. You dont want to listen to a horse grunting, overpowering whatver it was that character said? Too bad. You dont get to decide that. Really hope the pc release adds a few more sliders to make it bearable.

[mambo-rewritten]

Grim growled and grabbed her Hero Shot, as well as her Inkbrush, which she strapped to her back. “Skates, grab your dualies and gear. We got a mission call,” she called into the living room, causing Skates to pause his game shoot up to his feet, and Slider to groan in protest.

“A mission? Do you have any details?” He asked, walking into the weapons room to grab his stuff.

Grim nodded, but didn’t reply right away. “I’ll tell you more on the way. I don’t want Slider to overhear and demand to come.”

Skates blinked and turned around to face her. “But Slider’s not an Agent. Why would he want to come?” His brow was furrowed in confusion, and he looked worried.

Grim adjusted her bag on her shoulder and took a deep breath, then let out a long sigh. “Mambo went missin’ about a week and a half ago,” she murmured, “Boii found her and requested back up.”

His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. “Is she okay? Where?”

Grim held a finger to her lips, and made way for the front door. “I’ll tell ya more when we leave the house.” Skates swallowed thickly, and nodded, adjusting his bag and picking up his guns. “Good. Let’s get goin’. Not much time to waste.”

The square was as lively as ever, all of the inklings and octolings oblivious to the trouble that was brewing just underneath their feet. Grim scowled underneath her bandana, her gaze calculated and intense as it swept the area for the entrance to the metro.

“Grim, please tell me what’s going on,” Skates pleaded, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I need to know what we’re getting ourselves into.”

She stopped at the gate that barred the underground from the surface. “Down there is where Mambo went, and where Boii found her. It’s also where I found her and Boii the first time.”

He gulped and looked down the ramp. “You mean…?”

She nodded. “Yes. There’s somethin’ sinister down there, Skates. It got ahold of me last time, and it seems to have taken Mambo under its control. It ain’t gonna be pretty, and it’s why I brought both of my weapons. Boii said she’s gone, like, crazy or somethin’. She ain’t gonna be herself, and it’s gonna be dangerous. You ready for this?”

Skates shifted his dualies in his hands, and nodded. “Y-yeah. Let’s do this, then.”

Grim wasted no time and hopped the gate, then waited for Skates to do the same before she led him down into the depths of the subway station. She froze in her tracks when she heard a wail echo from deeper down. “We gotta hurry.” She broke into a run, only stopping when she reached the mouth of the Central Station platform.

Skates gasped, his hand subconsciously reaching up and covering his mouth in shock at the sight.

A figure stood on the middle platform, slightly hunched over as she giggled. At her sides hung her arms, a deadly-looking blade in one of her hands. Boii sat on top of the stationary train, watching the figure intently.

One of her ears twitched and she turned around, grinning eerily at the newcomers. “Did you bring me friends, Boii?” She asked to the empty air, and giggled even louder. “How sweet of you…”

“Skates, superjump to Boii, now!!” Grim ordered, shoving the younger boy to the side before dodging Mambo’s deadly swing. Skates reoriented himself, locked onto Boii as his target, and jumped, just in time to dodge another one of Mambo’s attacks. Grim followed after him, both of the squids landing next to Boii on top of the train car.

Mambo roared in anger, whipping around and absolutely seething with rage. She snarled and snapped, her eyes wild as she looked around to find them. “Come back here! Let my Commander make you perfect!”

“Thank god you guys made it…” Boii breathed in relief, finally able to relax a little. “Alright, let me get you guys up to speed. Mambo disappeared about a little over a week ago, came home and had a giant green spot on her leg, and black eyes. Grim, you know that to be the start of the sanitation process.” She nodded in response. “Well, she disappeared again this morning, but Lakai saw her before she left the house. He said she was acting kind of weird, so I decided to come down here to see if I could find her and, lo and behold, she’s here, totally sanitized and totally mentally screwed up.”

A sudden, loud shriek came from the poor octoling girl. “Boii, please, help me!!” She cried out, clutching the sides of her head as she stumbled.

“There’s still a part of our Mambo in there somewhere, and she keeps doing a cycle of crying, giggling, and then totally bloodthirsty, then back to crying and pleading for help. It’s super creepy, and I just…” he trailed off. “I love her too much to see her like this… but I only brought my roller, and she has a fucking knife and I can’t fight her like that, and I couldn’t escape to get a new weapon.”

Grim placed a hand on his shoulder. “We gotcha, Boii. That’s what friends are for.”

He blinked and looked up at her. “You’re not mad at me still?”

She shook her head. “Nah, I was just worried about the rest of the group. We got it figured out, yeah?”

“Guys, I hate to interrupt, but we might wanna move soon…” Skates spoke up, getting ready to bolt. “She’s cycling back to downright murderous, and she’s spotted us.”

“Seriously?” Boii growled. “I’ve been sitting here for ten minutes and she hasn’t seen me. Why now?!”

“Right, plan. Skates, you go down and keep her busy with your dodge rolls. Hit her as many times as you can. The ink shouldn’t splat her immediately, but we need to slow her down. Since she doesn’t seem to have her Sploosh-o-Matic, we should be okay. Just stay out of the way of her swings.” Skates nodded and jumped off of the train, wasting no time. “Boii, you’ve got your Krak-On, right?” He gulped and nodded. “Good. Place a beakon here, in case we need to jump away. I’m gonna go in and see if we can knock her out, get rid of the knife, and get her safely. I want you to place beakons on either side of the platform, as well.”

Boii swallowed and set up the sonar, and looked back at Grim. “Ready here.”

“Then let’s go get your best friend back.”

Grim hopped off of the train, followed closely by Boii. He bolted to the entrance, set up his beakon, and ran back, brandishing his roller lethally. Grim whipped out her shot, pointing it at Mambo.

“So many friends here for me to play with, Commander…” she giggled, then pouted. “But it’s no fun if I just kill all of you at once.”

“Mambo, c’mon, snap out of it,” Grim growled. “This ain’t you talkin’.”

“It’s no use talking to her, Grim!” Boii warned, ducking as Mambo swung her knife at him. “Just- woah, shit!”

Mambo grinned and cast aside her blade, her hair looking as if it were angry flames. “Splashdown!” She exclaimed excitedly as she rose into the air, then slammed down on the ground, causing the three to scatter and back up.

“What the fuck?” Skates asked, bewildered. “Where’s her gun?!”

Mambo grinned again, locking on Grim and doing it again. “I learned this from you, Grim!! Remember~?!” She sang, slamming down again and again. She then brandished a new blade, and slowly advanced on Grim, who had been isolated in her assault.

Boii noticed Grim’s hero shot not too far away from him, which she’d accidentally dropped when she was dodging Mambo’s assault. He dropped his roller and picked up the gun, pointing it at the back of Mambo’s head. “That’s enough, Bo,” he growled, causing her to freeze. “It’s time we take you home.” He pulled the trigger and covered her in ink, which, in turn, caused her to collapse. He took a step back, watching her to make sure she wasn’t going to get back up and try to kill them again.

“I think she’s down for the count…” Skates spoke up, standing up and dusting himself off. Boii nodded in agreement, and scooped Mambo up into his arms.

“Skates, Grim…. thank you for helping me with this… again…” he added, looking at the unconscious octopus in his arms. “But this fight isn’t over, yet. We’ve still got one more bastard to take care of.”

“Maybe not today, Boii. We really need to take her home and get her back to normal…” Grim reminded him. “She’s still dangerous. The last thing we need is for her to go on a murderous rampage in the square and kill everyone. That would be terrible for all the octolin’s that moved in recently.”

Skates nodded. “Yeah, and I really like the normal Mambo. She’s fun to turf with.”

Boii smiled sullenly, and nodded. “You guys are right… let’s just get her home and back to normal… and after she’s better, let’s go turfing. As a team.”

[rvb-junior]

Anonymous ask: do you have any pets? What are their names? Why do you keep them? What got you into keeping them? Do you have any future pet plans? 💖💖

Ok anon do u really wanna get into this convo? Itll take a while.

Okay so im at college so rn the only pets with me are my fishb a male halfmoon plakat named Cosmos Florence the second, a nerite snail named Nertb and a black mystery named Onyx. I keep them because god man i just. I just love em so much ya know? Its like. I have this little ball of hate and rage in my dorm who has such a beautiful personality and then to complement that i have these chill snaild who r just trying really hard. Back home we have even more pets and oh man oh man i love them?? They are what love and joy looks like?? We have my dogs, cat, turtle, lizards, birds, hairless guinea pigs, fish, and chickens.

The chickens are named Short Bread and Oreo bevause of how they looked when they were younger. Oreo is a little spunkyer that Short bread while i think short bread is a little…. Confused? Yeah just generally confused by everything.

We have Mr. T, our full grown, healthy red ear slider who lives in a small pond in the back yard with a few feeder fish he never ate. Those fish have grown to be his pals and he just. Hase never eaten them.

Then we have the birds, Able, who likes to tell at you if u look at her to long. Her hobbys are chewing through toys as she is hanging from them and being suprised when she falls. We then have Birbank, named after the airport my dad found him at, who lives very closely with his bf Ruby. Birbank is a grey and white cockatiel and Ruby is a green Indian Ringneck. They had being more than 2 feet apart for longer than 2 seconds and often u will find Ruby yelling when Birbank flys somewhere he cant go (ruby doesnt know how to fly) and birbank screaming when he realises the mistake he made. Ruby likes to give people kisses and is a lover, not a fighter. Birbank likes to hiss at peanuts and ignore everything besides Ruby. Next we have our Canary, Mango whos fav food is blue berrys and kale. He likes to sing when he hears trumpets and my flute. He has a club foot so when we adopted him the bird rescue we got him from was relived because no one else would take him. He is the most graceful flying bird i have ever seen! Finally we have the zebra finch named Shimmy. When we first adopted him he had a super bad plucking problem and was almost completly bald but hes doing much better now, aggressivly peeping when he hears the canary.

Okay now we have 2 lizards, a leopard gecko named Romeo and a crested gecko named Gargoyle. Romeo is a sweet boi with a chubby tail who loves his crickets fast and his meal worms slow. He has one of those reptile hammocks but he prefers climding his cave more. Gargoyle is a sweet girl who will only eat her food when it starts to harden again for some reason. We dont know why but she does and shes kinda a butt. But ya gotta love her!

Our cat’s name is Figaro and she’s currently bald. She had to get shaved, the vet said shes getting up in her years so when she stopped grooming for a month and got matts in her long fur they said she had basicly cat arthritis. Shes doing good and her hobbies are (well atleast when i was home) meowing in my mouth at 3 am to tell me she ate all her food and wanted more.

Wr have 5 dogs so just get ready for that. All our dogs but 1 is a rescue. Coal is a chow/black lab mix. She was adopted as a pup from a local animal rescue and she kniws the mist tricks. Shes a good girl who likes hugs, treats, and when u massage her face. Her favorite toy is a yellow stick that she will bring to you when asked. Shes the second youngest! Lily is the youngest, i sometiems call her satan but only because she is a trickster! You will turn around and shell be on the table eating food, stealing anything from coal, and trying to think up world domination. She and Coal are super close, when we got her Coal went all MaMa dog and now they are inseparable. What makes it better is that Lily is a half Chihuahua/Pomeranian mix so shes tiny next to Coal. Our third youngest is Scarlet, wr think shes the product of a long hair Chihuahua and a deer head Chihuahua. Shes a primadonna who enjoys her alone time and pets. She also like to be held, mainly like a baby so u can hold her and tub her tum. She also REALLY LIKES CAR RIDES like man even going to the vet shes jazzed. Second oldest is Vinnie, a pug my bro ham adopted. Hes super sweet and good he likes face squishes and whrn he naps his tail uncurles. He stands very proper like hes a gentleman and likes to sit on ur feat. He has a grain allergy so he eats special grain free food. Next we have the oldest of our dogs MY SWEET BABY GIRL GIGI. shes my sun and moon. We got gigi when i was 8 and when i was 10 my sister went to college, leaving her for me to takr care of. And well, shes literally the most important thing in the world to me. My sister got her from a breader (which i dont like cus dogs in shelters need homes) but shes a Brussels Griffon so the breader croped her ears and tail. I DO NOT CONDONE THE PRACTICE OF CROPPING AND PART OF A DOG UNLESS SUGGESTED BY A VET, SOME DOGS GET THEIR TAILS CROPPED BECAUS ETHEY BREAK BONES IN THEM AND THAT IS THE ONLY CROPPING I CONDONE. Her ears were cropped lopsidedb and improperly which brought many problems to her later on. She developed many ear infections that have caused her to scratch her ears until they bleed, has had medication for 3 different ear infections, and has almost no ear canal left. Her vet has told us she is almost deef. Also as she got older she got chronic dry eye and takes medicated eye drops for it but shes fine as long as she has those. She needs loud or sharp sounds to get her attention so i trained her to respond to clapping, whistling (which i do very loudly) and snapping fingers. She is a sweet heartb adn a super velcro dog! I cried for three days after i had to go to college and they drive her up to visit me. When im home she goes looking for me if im out of site for 2 minutes, will wait at the bathroom door for me, stare up the stairs when i go to shower, and press her face against closed doors she knows i went through. Whne she does the last thing i have to drum my fingers on the door so she knows to move back before i open it. I miss her horribly and i skype her almost every day, she gets super excited! The first few days i was gone she actually wouldnt stop barking at night. Shes also a cuddle baby and she doesnt sleep unless she is touching me ao it was probably rough for her. I miss her but ill be able to see her in october when i go to my sisters wedding.

The fish! Okay so my mother has a 75 gallon gold fish aquarium and a 30 gallon in the garage with nithing in it yet (shes thinking tetras). The gold fish tank has 2 butter fly tails and some bristle nose plecos. It also has many a snail rn! A friend of ours dismantled a large aquarium of his own ( he is going through a very hard time financially and im hoping everything works out for him) and gave us the plecos and snails. The snails are 3 rabbit snailsb one nerite (he gave us 2 but the other is with my betta) a few black mysteries, and a golden apple who i named Big Mama.

Lemme tell u about big mama real fast. I call her this because, first of all shes a full grown golden appleb second of all because shes a mama. He had a live planted tank thich included a moss ball he has been taking care of for 5 year, its the size of my head and when we put it in the 75 gallon it because the main pice of the tank. What we found out later was that Big Mama had made her family in ut and we have abou 20 BABY GOLDEN APPLES IN THERE ALONE!! He also gave us an anibius fern which i put in my betta’s tank and after getting to college and living hear for a few weeks i found out there were eggs on it because I KNOW HAVE MANY A BABY GOLDEN APPLE. these ones tho r much smaller than the moss ball ones, mine being hatchlings and those being the size of a finger nail. But anyway they have grown large enough where i can tell they r not pest snails and i will be rehoming them to other fish keepers in my dorms once they get a little bigger.

My mom has 3 hairless guinea pigs. Did you know that at petco people tend to walk in and drop off pets they “just dont want any more”? Well it hapoens a lot and my mom fell in love with them instantly. We have Billy, the oldest, Piggy, the middle in age, and sweet baby Bear who is small and young. They are all good boys and are doing very well so far in their new home! My mom had already owned billy and was looking into getting him friends, (guinea pigs live friends! They actually should be kept in atleast pairs but we were not aware at first, now we know better) all three of them are being slowly introduced! Bear and Piggy already live together but we dont want to rush this process and put billy right into the mix, that would probably be the worst think. They are slowly beibg acclimated to eachother.

I guess you could say i love pets because they are sweet and wonderful. I keep most of them because i know i can care for them, that i have the space, and the resources. I have the time and the will to foster a loving home for all my pets, and so does my family. Animals are a big part of my life and i love all of them with all my heart.

My future plans? Well nothing soon! Im in a dorm so Cosmos and his snail friends are all ivr got planed rn. But i hope to, onece in the distante future, get a tank with a school of danionella dracula in it, they are tiny fishb only getting half an inch in side. But id need a good tank for them since they school about 12 and id like to do the whome thing live plants (i also want one of those rimless aquatiums hnnnnnnnngh) i hope to upgrade cosmos to a larger aquarium b currently hes in a 2.5 which is enough for a betta, sure, but id rather he be in a 5 gallon. But really? I just wanna go home n be with GiGi more than anything.

Thank you for the ask!

[novapark]

I owe you all some replies

So let’s get to it. ^.^

msmidnightblonde replied to your photoset “Hey pretty thing how’s it goin’ on with you tonight?.”  “Well I’m at...”

I like how he started singing a different tune preeeeeetty quickly. hah

LOL like the elimination made him wise up right? A couple of them seemed like that. And others seemed to get more angsty heh. 

msmidnightblonde replied to your photoset “kittykat8311: sauvamente: Who are they waving too? Ghosts? Gotta...”

pahaha some people man.

LOL right? Even the one they shared looks pretty bare of spectators. *eyeroll* 

msmidnightblonde replied to your photoset “Seriously with as dirty as you are you’d think you’d accept it a bit...”

lol hipster kissing lips. I. am. dying.

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “Seriously with as dirty as you are you’d think you’d accept it a bit...”

skank juice, LOL

They are both kind of eloquent with the way they talk aren’t they? 

msmidnightblonde replied to your photoset “So Kelsey how many guys have you been with?”  “Wow way to go...”

haha Oh Davis. I adore you. Also, yes, I see that he enjoys being shirtless. *takes notes* lol

Yeah like unless we leave the house he just kind of roams around in just his sleep clothes hahaha. 

hureuf replied to your photoset “Course in some cases it didn’t seem to improve things all that much. ”

Keep trying bb maybe she's just pmsing

hureuf replied to your photoset “Course the fact I put in a spa might have something to do with it....”

Oh my god, you are FINALLY doing something

God they are just so damn infuriating right? 

hellokawaiipotato replied to your photoset “If you want I can show you things I can swallow.”  “C’mon girl now...”

My dirty mind immediately went to the best place

It’s really the only place to go in that reply, lol. 

anchoredsims replied to your photoset “Obligatory omg I love teh tots post.  ”

Oh how cuuuuute. ^__^

God I freakin love that kid, that save is just full of adorable toddling goodness. Course he is like more than half way to a teen in my game now. D:

s3ns2 replied to your photoset “Unsurprisingly it was a den of distraction and no one talked to each...”

Kai an Kels always seem to be sat next to each other so even if he doesn't win seems he got a bestie

They do seem to like to chat a lot and giggle between the two of them but whenever she hits on him it’s like waht wah.

s3ns2 replied to your photoset “Kelsey left their game to say hi to Kai since he was off all by his...”

ahahah hes such a dick bless her

I swear it’s like he’s okay with the attention but doesn’t approve with the way she does it, lol. 

s3ns2 replied to your photoset “Wow… nice guys.  “I can’t believe we just missed a high five.”  “Hey I...”

lmfao idiots ;'D

I about died when I saw that. I had it happen before in game but it had been a long time, lol. 

s3ns2 replied to your post “Ya know I don’t terribly mind when people use my sims, even as bases...”

Thats such a shame someone did that, takes 2 seconds to tag the creator :(

The thing with her is she didn’t want to say they were not hers. I didn’t even care if she didn’t recognize it publically, I just wanted her to admit they were mine to me personally cause seriously they were faves and I shouldn’t have uploaded them. One sims name was exactly the same and the others had like only the first bit of her name cut off, like a cutesy nickname of her actual name so it wasn’t as clear of a rip off.  Like it was pretty blatant to me cause I know what they look like in various types of make up but she refused to admit she had done it. I even said “maybe you forgot downloading them’ and then she just blocked me. Then she went off publicly even though I didn’t call her out directly on here about it she started tagging all the posts with them “MY SIMS CAUSE I GUESS I HAVE TO SAY THAT NOW.” Whatever little bitch, if it helps you sleep at night. 

s3ns2 replied to your photo “Quick look at the un-berried version. ”

do you know where his hairs from? i love!!!

I got his version from GLW here but I have since retextured it myself. It is a really nice one. 

hureuf replied to your photoset “They put us all in the same fuckin’ room now!  Can you believe that...”

Stop being a little bitch Fergus *rolls eyes*

To be fair, they all are kinda bitches, lol. 

hureuf replied to your photoset “Made some changes round the lot to cultivate some more friendly...”

That fucking sauna set up is my BIGGEST regret from my "Josi's BC" because that's all they fucking did! Never. Again.

Yeah I had that issue in my last one I did last year so I tuned it down this time. It’s still a favorite place but it’s not like how it was in the other save. 

simcatcher replied to your photoset “Hey Kelsey hold on, about earlier… I wanted to apologize.”  “For...”

Okay he's my fave

Haha he’s such a dick sometimes though. Course most of my guys are kind of assholish so he fits right in I guess, lol. 

msmidnightblonde replied to your photo “I’m alright… I mean I haven’t had a lot of boyfriends…”  “I think...”

lookit this smooth talkin' fool. heheh

Bringin’ out the charisma like a boss. 

simcatcher replied to your photoset “Seems actually the elimination may have lit a bit of fire under some...”

Omg ! They actually CAN not scream at each other eveytime ahah

I know I was surprised myself. 

ciarasia replied to your photoset “So you wanna play tag or something? Usually you’re game for that by...”

only in the sims will grown adults play tag

I used to play airsoft all the time in my early 20′s, that’s kind of like tag for adults,lol. 

gaiahypothesims replied to your post “The mysterious smoke monster”

Zeff is totally going to turn out to be a Werewolf. ;)

HAHAHA and he could feesably in my game too, though I don’t typically  use the werewolf form cause the dang fool form always resets during the full moon. Like I’ll spend forever transferring over their sliders and it looks good until the next full moon and then RAAAAWRR. Idk how I would do it nowadays. My friend used a dog in her story to represent their form. I write them more as changlings, actually that’s essentially what Kataratosi (Kelsey’s family) were before Retirement day. 

crownmesims replied to your photoset “And for the other, Wyatt.. I’m sorry. I just don’t think we’ve been...”

Kai looks so pleased about this XD

Yeah he is relishing a bit much in the poor dude’s misery there, lol. 

ashuriphoenix replied to your post “The mysterious smoke monster”

Weird. You could always try to reset the object in DebugEnabler. :/ May or may not help, and may or may not kick the sims using it off, so wait until they're done. xD

I did try after I saw your comment, no dice! Thank you though, such a quirky glitch, had it forever. 

[yandere-ac]

I love your blog so much!! 💞💞💞💞 If you want to, maybe a yandere K.K. Slider 🥺👉👈

Yandere K.K. Slider X Reader

Star

(There were two requests for this but I accidentally deleted one because I’m a dumb fuck)

C / O/C = Coffee of choice

K.K. Slider was not your average dog. You see, he was a world famous celebrity who was popular for his music. He was a dog who had it all yet...had nothing. He had money, fame, friends, fans, people throwing themselves at him! But he’d never really felt happy with any of it. Because of his fame, people put him up on a pedestal. And become of THAT he couldn’t interact with anyone like a normal person. He was always THE world famous K.K. Slider to these people, not ever just K.K.

But he had to accept it, if he didn’t he’d have gone depressed by now. At least he wasn’t famous for doing something proper, then people would call him stuff like “Mr. Slider” good lord, then he would DEFINITELY be depressed. But still, he did have some close friends who treated him like an equal instead of some star.

In a studio not far off, a cat with fluffy white fur was storming around, checking so that everything was in place. He was wearing a white checkered muffler, topping it off with a brown paperboy hat. “Mic? Check! Guitar? Check! Amplifiers? Check! K.K.?...god damnit- where the hell is he at?” The felines tail whisked in annoyance as he pinched the bridge of his tiny, pink nose. “Umm...we don’t know sir-“ “stay here I’ll get him. Make sure everything’s in check, CRACK ON EVERYONE! ...this dog is going to be the death of me” He mumbles the last part under his breath as everyone around him continued to unload all of the equipment, walking at a brisk pace he was wondering how he got into this situation. The cat looked all over, in his lounge, all over the studio, he made multiple calls to him only to get no response. He knew that there was only one place left where he hadn’t looked. The roof. “God damnit Tota...” and so he climbed up the studio latter up to the roof, and sure enough. There he sat. Totakeke Slider.

“The latter again? When are you actually gonna climb like a normal Cat?” The white dog said, staring off into the distance, not turning around to look at the cat behind him. “Really Totakeke? The roof? What is this, the third time? Ye can’t just bunk off work when there’s a rehearsal about to begin” K.K. felt himself chuckle as he turned around to look at his frustrated friend. “Wow, three times now and you’ve yet to look up here first” he smiled, making the cat tense up. “Uh!- don’t change the subject! You’re the one who’s not at his own bloody rehearsal!” He approached his friend only to be pulled down to the ground next to him. “Chill out daddio. It’s in two hours” K.K looked out over the sky, letting out a wonderful sigh. “Yeah? And ye are supposed to be practicing! What happens if ye forget the lyrics? If ye forget what to play?” “Seamus” “if ye mess up the song?” “Seamus!” What if-“ K.K. grabbed ahold of his friends face, mushing his cheeks in between his paws. “Dude, chill out. I’m not gonna forget the lyrics to the songs. I wrote them!” K.K. said, letting out a little laugh at his agents spastic behaviour. Seamus face got light pink as he realized that he was rambling. “Ah yes of course...I’m sorry” K.K.s muffled laugh was now more amplified, he patted Seamus on the back as he did so. “No worries, I just wished you didn’t stress so much. I’m tellin ya, everyday I swear I can see grey hair on that scalp of yours” “dONT YER EVEN JOKE ABOUT THAT TOTA!”

“Alright people lets wrap it up! Ye did good today!” K.K. was walking off stage when he heard the gentle pats against the floor, he knew who was approaching him. “What’s happening Shimo!” He turned around to greet the little penguin as she ran towards him. “O-Oh! Did you hear me? K.K.?” She asked, very much startled about the musicians ability to know she was coming. “The whole studio hear ye lass” Seamus was quick to reply as he helped the others with carrying all the equipments. “Ah! I see...eheheh” Shimo gave a sheepish smile as she scratched her neck. “Heh, well did ya need something butternut?” K.K. asked her. “Well...I was gonna ask...after the next show, would you maybe give two cans of yours private autographs?” She asked, twiddling her fins together. “Of course I can! I love giving fans autographs! Who are they?” He asked excitedly. He always loved giving back to his fans, back when he wasn’t as popular and more of a freelance artist he didn’t even make people pay for his music. But that was then. Now his agents where always pushing him to capitalise on his fame. So nowadays he always took any chance possible to give back to the ones who took him as to where he is now. “Well, they’re two kids, one of the is a boy. His name is joji, he’s a five year human and the other one is a girl, kim, also five and a human” “A human?! Hah! Haven’t seen me one o’ those for quite some time!” Seamus was, once again, quick to quip in. Was that true? He was gonna meet not one but two humans? He’d seen many humans before at his concerts and he’d met a few of them but it was always so interesting to see them. Because for every human there was at least 4 animals to accompany them. It was just much rarer to be a human than to be an animal. “Well I would love to, and I’m sure we can made time after the show right Seamus?” K.K. and Shimo turned to his agent whom only responded by looking at the pair with a displeased look. “Well...I guess if they’re willin ta stay for a while after the show than sure, I don’t see a problem” this made the penguins eyes light up. “Oh thank you guys! They’ll be so happy to hear this!”

“Ahh it’s nothin lass. But uh these kids, they’re gonna have a parent accompanying them right? We don’t want two little children runnin’ around our studio without supervision” Seamus said walking towards the two. Shimo gave him a smile. “Yes! They’ll be accompanied by a family member! Don’t worry they won’t cause any trouble, Joji is an angel” Shimo assures the cat infront of her. “Right, right. Well, again, then there won’t be any trou-“ before Seamus could could finish his sentence, Shimo tackled him into a hug. And soon after that K.K. let out a small chuckle as he took the annoyed cat into a side hug. “Oh thank you Seamus! Thank you thank you thank you!”

“Agh! Get off me! Quit laughin’ Tota before I smack yer face off!”

“WE LOVE YOU K.K.!”

“DO BUBBLEGUM K.K.!”

“K.K.! K.K.!”

“Thank you! Everyone! I love you all! You’re all amazing!” The sound of his adoring fans was almost ear deafening, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He loved each and everyone of them just as much as way back when he had about 30 fans. He still remember the day when he blew out and gained a large following, he remembered how happy he felt knowing that people enjoyed his music. And still today he loved his fans. Even if they were a little...intense. As he went backstage a white arm clung around him by the shoulder and he was walked away from all the noice. “Alright so you go change, tidy up, drink some water, just freshen up. We’ll get the wee lad and lass in `ere shortly alright?”

“Okey, thanks Seamus” The star said, walking to his lounge. This had been a good show, or at least he felt so. After washing off and chilling for a while he went out of his lounge to find Shimo. He opened his door and-

“Agh!”

Oh no. He hit someone in the face with the door. He ran out to help whoever he hit. “Oh my god are you oke-“ he stoppped himself before he could even start. Looking at the person before him, It was a human. They were rubbing one spot on their forehead bending over. “...uh...oh! Are you alright? I didn’t mean to hit you? Do you like...need ice?” The human groaned as they rose up again to meet his gaze. “No no, it’s- it’s alright I just- I got scared by the door suddenly just swinging open. It’s okey really” they looked at him and...my god. This human was very cute. Suddenly, a second smaller human popped out behind them. He was grabbing the fabric that surrounded the older ones legs with one arm while the other one was surrounded by a red cast. And then a thing small human ran out from behind the first ones legs and looked at him with big eyes...oh!

“You’re Kim and joji right?” He asked looking at the small girl and boy. At that they let out a little gasp and nodded. They boy seeming less shy. “Well, do you want an autograph little dudes?” He said as he crouched down to be on the same level as the kid. The boy, joji nodded as he ran up to him. K.K. snickered at the kids sudden enthusiasm as he took out a pen and paper. He looked first at the girl. “What do you want it to say?”

“To Kim, from your grooviest pop star ever! K.K. Slider! And then a buncha hearts and starts!” She said very enthusiastically. “Righto” he signed the paper and gave it to her. “Well little guy, what do you want it to say?”

“...to...to my biggest fan, Joji. Rock on, From K.K. Slider” joji said. This kid was just adorable. As he reached out for more paper the boy declined and pointed to his cats. Oh right! K.K. felt a little stupid for not realising that he wanted his cast signed, but he of course signed it. “Now what do we say kids?” The older one said. “Thank you K.K. Slider” the two of them said, as they said this they ran over to him and gave him a big hug. It took K.K. Of guard but he happily returned the hug. After a few seconds he got a bright idea. “Hey, wanna check out the stage?” The kids let out yet another gasp as he said this. “Yes! Please! Y/N can we please go see the stage?” They turned around to look at the older one, seemingly named Y/N. “Well, if it’s okey for K.K. Slider. Then sure. I do have to talk to Shimo about something”

And so the four went towards the stage. Joji was riding on K.K. Sliders back and Kim was happily skipping besides them, holding K.Ks hand. Y/N was trailing behind them. As K.K. opened the door to a bunch of animals running around, none of them really paying any mind to the dog. “Alright where do you wanna go to first? The production team? The stage?” Before they could answer Y/N walked up to one of the agents and tried to get their attention. “Exude me ms. Do you know where Shimo is? I have to ask her something” when the agent shook her head Y/N simply let out a sigh. “I think I know where she is. Hey frans could you show the kids around? I’ll help Y/N out” K.K. said as he helped Joji off his back. The two children followed after the agent as K.K. motioned for Y/N to follow him. “Shall we?”

“Sure”

As the two of them walked, they stroke up a conversation. “So are you a fan? Or just here for your kids?” “Oh well, i wouldn’t say I’m a fan. I do listen to some of your music now and again but this is the first time I’ve been to one of your concerts. Also, Kim and Joji aren’t my kids, they’re my sisters kids. I’m just their sitter for the evening” “Ah yes of course. Well did you enjoy the concert?” He asked as he walked closer to them. “I did. You’re a very talented musician K.K. Slider” “you can just call me Totakeke, it’s alright” K.K. Said with a grin. “okey, totakeke” they relied smiling back at him. They were so beautiful/handsome/stylish. Their lushes hair, their shining eyes, their soft skin. Everything about them, it drove him nuts. He’s never felt this about anyone even if he’s been in countless relationships. This wasn’t your average crush or even love. He wanted to have them. He wanted to cherish them. He wanted to-

“Oh! Shimo! There you are! I wanted to ask you if” the rest of the conversation became blurred for K.K.. He couldn’t focus on anything but them. What was this feeling! It was like a drug! And like every addict, he wanted more. He waited until the conversation was over to approach Y/N once more. “Hey Y/N...I just wanted to ask you if...umm...if you’d like to...maybe like...go out sometime?” God damn it. Why was he acting so awkwardly, he’s usually such a smooth talker but- “like a date? Sure I’d be happy to” at that moment K.K. Could feel his heart explode! “O-Oh! Yeah! Groovy! Well do you wanna meet up at the park at 3?” The two of them made plans to meet and the whole time, K.K. could feel his tail wag more and more violently. He couldn’t wait until 3 tomorrow.

Where were you!? Where you not coming!? Oh god he scared you off didn’t he? He really didn’t want to do something drastic but if you’re not gonna show up he might have to go against his rules. But just as he was considering doing something crazy he heard the sound of footsteps coming close. “Hi! I’m so sorry I’m late! Traffic was holding me up” It was you! You had arrived after all! “Oh! No worries daddio. Traffic can be a little extreme around these parts. But don’t worry, where we’re going is not very crowded and it won’t be overflowing with people” k.k. Said, flashing a toothy grin. “Oh where are we going?” y/N asked tilting their head slightly. “Oh you’ll see, c'mon!” With that K.K. Grabbed ahold of Y/N’s hand as they started running somewhere. All while Y/N had no clue of where they were going. After awhile, the pare arrived at a cozy little establishment called “brewsters coffie”. As the two walked in, K.K. grabbed Y/Ns hand. As they opened the door, the bell on top of it made a little sound. “Yo brews!” K.K. Greeted the bird behind the counter. “Hello K.K. who’s the lady friend?” The bird, Brewster, asked. “This is Y/N, they’re my date” K.K. responded. “Well you know our couples discount right? Also, it’s karaoke night so feel free to put on any old song” Brewster said going back to cleaning a cup.

“Alright so what do you want? I’m gonna take a (C/ O/C)” Y/N said as they sat down in a booth. “I think I’m just gonna have a latte” K.K. replied. And so, the two ordered and waited. As the date progressed both of them engaged more and more in their conversation, telling each other about them self’s and asking about each other. “So yeah, I started singing way back when I was just a lil pupper. It’s been my passion ever since” K.K. Said resting his chin in his one paw. As he looked at Y/N, the only thing he could think of was how amazing they were. Not only were their looks stunning but they were so interesting. Anytime they told him about something of themself he could feel his heart skip a beat. He wanted this human all for himself. If only there was a way for him to keep them. “Yeah, it must be cool to be a super star, practically everyone knows you. It’s silly really but...well I’ve always wanted to be a singer. I’ve written some songs but none have really ever gained any attention. I figured that I didn’t have time to try and get recognition right now. I got a job and such” Y/N said sheepishly, as if their dream was dumb. “Wait, stop the press. Say what? Can you sing or do you play instruments?” K.K. asked, even more excited now. If Y/N sang, they were a package deal. “Well, I do know how to play a few instruments but I mainly sing.” OH. MY. GOD. “Well come on! Show me what you got! Let’s do some karaoke!” Without giving his date a chance to respond he quickly grabbed ahold of their hand and booked it to the karaoke machine. “What do you wanna play? Good ol Brewster has a lotta songs and artists” Y/N thought for a moment before they lit up. “Oh! Does it have the ink spots? It’s a little old but I like the vibe of their songs” Y/N said as they typed in the song of their choosing. And luckily enough, it came up. ”Nice! Do you wanna do it on duet mode?” They asked him. In which he happily agreed. They started up the song and let the first line of text appear with the song.

“I don’t wanna set the world on fire...I just want to start a flame in your heart...” K.K. started, soon the timer ticked down for Y/N to sing their part. “In my heart I have but one desire, and that one is you. No other will do” as Y/N sung their first part. K.K. Could feel himself almost explode. Their voice, it was smooth as butter, yet soft and clean. He loved it, it was amazing! He wanted to only hear that voice! The two of them sang through the whole song. And then another one. And then another one. They say there for 40 minutes, just singing. Getting lost in each other’s eyes. After some songs they sat back down at their booth, having a breather as they were both exhausted. “Wow, Y/N your voice...it’s...it’s angelic! You should absolutely do this for a living!” K.K. said eccentric. “Oh stop it you” Y/N said bashfully as a light pink blush appeared on their face. “No I’m serious! You’re voice is so good! I wish you would get more attention....wait! I got it!” K.K. Exclaimed as he grabbed a hold of Y/Ns shoulders. “I’m about to go on a tour soon, why don’t you follow with! That way you can gain attention to your singing and we could maybe continue this relationship!” K.K. said happily. “Oh...I don’t know Tota...isn’t it a bit soon?” They asked in return. “Maybe but what’s life if you don’t take any chances, imagine it! You could become rich and famous! If you ever feel like backing out you can totally do so as well!” He wanted them to join him so desperately. If they didn’t say yes, he might have to trap them in his tour buss...

“Okey! Let’s do it! I’d love to tour with you Totakeke!” They’re eyes lit up when they answered.

Yes! Finally! He had a way of keeping them with him for a couple of months. And by then they were absolutely gonna fall for him! It was a perfect plan! His fans would love the two of them and if they ever tried to break up, his fans would peer pressure them into getting back together with them! It was the perfect plan! Oh Y/N! The tour was in a couple of weeks but he couldn’t wait until then! The idea of you being trapped with him. With nowhere to run to, it made his tail wag.