#buuuuuut eh whatever.

[caramelmochacrow]

gonna do something im gonna regret <3 (<- he's gonna rewatch major 2nd bc hes tired.)

[billygoat26]

MHA Spoilers ahead, proceed with caution :) (Mostly the end-ish of season 3 but some past that)

Well god fucking damnit- Why are villains always my favorites in everything...

*AhEm*

Watching MHA right now, I'm pretty sure I'm on the last episode of season 3 but- being how I am- I go on deep dives about the characters

I already knew a bit about them before actually watching the show (Like about Dabi and how Endeavor is a bitch but we all knew that lmao)

Buuuuuut still. Deep dive. My two current favorites (other than Izuku Midorya obviously) are Shoto Todoroki (shocking I know) and Tomura Shigaraki (Shigaraki Tomura? How does the order work for that...? Anyways)

First off lemme just say this thing I found on my adventure of scrolling made me respect Shigaraki even more

But taking a pause on that and going onto Todoroki- *AHEMMMMM*

THE SPORTS FESTIVAL. That's all I'm gonna say. Iykyk

Also literally any other moment with him just being either silly or badass but eh

AND NOW FOR AN AD BREAK-------------------------------------

Minetta is so me... dirty minded as fuck but the differences? I'm not a guy and I wouldn't go to such extremes lol

ALSO- the "My Hero" episode actually had me squealing like I did when Todoroki finally used his left side during the Sports Festival- FUCK YEAH DEKU, FUCK THAT MUSCLE GUY UP >:D

Anyways--------------------------------------------------------------

The problem with me going on deep dives of characters is that most of the time I get emotionally attached to them. Lemme just say if anything happens to the bois I will ugly cry and y'all will have to deal with my rants.

Shigaraki is a doofus but god- poor guy (not just his skin... bro needs some lotion but whatever). Fuck you All For One. You're a mighty bitch.

Todoroki is just...

...Anyways

Before this spirals out into more random MHA rambling bullshit, I'm gonna spare y'all and give a summary:

Shigaraki is silly and his speech is awesome, Todoroki is living up to his left side but still fairly silly.

Have a good day :)

[clownaddict]

I’m gonna be honest. I kinda don’t get the love for cross guild especially as a ship? It’s one of the most miserable states buggy has been in? What’s the appeal? I’m being completely genuine since I saw a lot of buggy fans loving the idea of those three but I only see it as abuse 😭 is it just not my cup of tea or am I missing something? How do you feel about them?

Eh, I’m not a big crossguild shipper either, and mainly for the same reason you brought up here. If I were to ship Buggy with anyone, I’d pair him with someone who’d love him unconditionally, not someone who regularly uses his head as a kickball.

Buuuuuut it’s fun to torment the clown so I 100% understand the people who ship them and have zero problems with people that do. Most Cross Guild shippers make their relationship a lot more consensual and fun and less, well- “Buggy tormenting” even if the power dynamics are still there.

But y’all have fun shipping whatever you want out there! The sky’s the limit! ;)

[vorish-wonderland]

You've been found.

Includes: soft/safe(ish) vore, unwilling prey, very cruel pred, fearplay, mentioned blood and death, I'm still on my scary Floyd arc btw

★✦Serves You Right✦★

☆��⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

"These again?" Floyd asked, holding one of those human looking pests... they'd infested the kitchen of the Mostro Lounge. "I thought we got rid of all of them last time!"

He threw the one he was holding onto the floor, causing you to hear the terrifying sound of bones breaking and blood splatting.

"I mean really, the nerve of these things! Serves 'em right for trying to steal our ingredients."

"Could you get rid of them in a less messy way? It's hard to clean blood off the floor, even if there isn't that much... not to mention the bodies, which we need to properly dispose of."

"Well whaddya want me to do? Best I can do is that."

"Perhaps think of a way that will for sure get rid of the body?"

You were in a hiding spot, a place you would for sure not be seen, but... you could still see what was happening.

You saw a friend of yours get grabbed.

"Aw~! Look how cute this one is~!"

"Floyd, it's still a pest."

"I know I know, but... 've you ever thought of keeping one of these? Like as a pet, I mean, this one's just so adorable! I mean, I just wanna..."

He tightened his grip, and then-

Squish.

"Oops~"

You started hyperventilating. Your friend is dead, and you're probably next, aren't you?! Sure, you're hidden and safe for now, but it won't be long, soon you'll be found.

"Oh well! I can just get a new one, since they're all around here."

"Again, try to find a way to kill them that gets rid of the body, ok?"

"Yeah, whatever."

And then you were grabbed. You had been right, your hiding spot wasn't good enough and you were found, and now you're going to die.

"Here's another one!!" You were face to face with... him, that monster that killed your friend, that monster that's going to kill you. "I haven't done anything yet and you're already crying? Man, talk about boring..."

You felt his grip on you tighten, it hurt and you could barely breathe...

"Might as well just get this over with."

You screamed out in pain as he squeezed you even tighter.

"Come on, you're telling me you're not even gonna put up a fight? I thought you'd be at least a bit fun, buuuuuut I guess I was wrong... sad." He pouted. "Well then, bye-"

"Floyd, like I said, please find a way to kill them that doesn't make such a bloody mess."

"Right, yeah, sure..." He sighed.

His hold on you loosened slightly, allowing you to breathe once more.

"Hmm... what's a fun way I can get rid of you...?" He asked himself.

He grabbed one of your arms at the elbow with two of his fingers. He applied more and more pressure until-

Crack.

He broke your arm.

The pain was almost unbearable.

"Well, maybe you're still a bit entertaining~ Your face looks so funny! Like you're about to break apart and shatter into a million tiny little pieces!" He thought to himself for a moment. "I kinda don't want to get rid of you, but, if I have to..."

It suddenly looked like he got an idea.

"Yeah! That'll get rid of the body!" He giggled to himself. "Ok! You ready~?"

Then, he dropped you into his mouth, quickly swallowing you.

"Hm... now that you're in there, I actually have a good idea!" You heard him say. "Maybe you could help us out in the kitchen~?"

You were completely panicking, I mean, that's pretty reasonable in this scenario...

"Yeah! You can help out in the kitchen! You can help us clean, aaaaaand help us get rid of the rest of ya~ You could be our little spy~!"

...

You're getting tired.

"Alrighty! So your options are 1: work for us, or 2: die slowly and painfully! Which one do ya want? I'm fine with either~"

Please... don't fall asleep... who knows what he'll do if you do...

"... you're not much for conversation, eh? Well that's fine! I'll decide for you!"

Your eyes closed.

You knew that whichever option was chosen it wouldn't end well for you.

"I'll make sure you get a really good ending, don't worry~"

[allthingsglittergold]

@chounaifu continued from here

"You are filth."

Gold hasn't felt this angry since the Lake of Rage. Seeing Proton, even in the state he's in, is like he is right back there again. He remembers Slowpoke Well. The blood in the air. Proton's sneering face in the dark.

"What do we have here? I am often labeled as the scariest and cruelest guy in Team Rocket… I strongly urge you not to interfere with our business!".

He remembers the fear he felt in the aftermath. The realization of what he had picked a battle with. The next several weeks - months - were ones of fear and exhaustion. Nightmares. He'd started dying his hair and going by Gold to avoid the retribution he expected every night he closed his eyes.

Several of his Pokeballs rattle on his hip, Mojo's most of all. He can feel the anger radiating from them. Each of them is practically begging to be let loose. Gold knows if he did, though, they would kill Proton without question.

Gold tries to breathe through his tightening chest. He tries to clear his vision. He knows he's being goaded. He knows what Proton is looking for. He knows he's a temporary ally, that he's needed-

“still sore about a few things eh?”

Shut up.

“Your life is so hard,”

Filth. A disgusting waste that hasn't paid a day in his life for what he did, illness be damned.

“BUUUUUUT I guess we both already know that!”

He imagines Mojo's blood dripping onto the tiles in the Radio Tower. Potions can't heal those wounds. Proton there, again, sneering. Making threats. All he saw was red-

“If you’re gonna look at me like that, might as well do something! C’mooooon,”

Something in Gold's eyes change. They go cold - painfully cold. There's no snarl of fury, no roar of rage. There's just deafening silence as over a decade of restraint crumbles in that moment and Gold's already up and across the room. He's not the scrawny kid he'd been when Proton had encountered him in his youth. He's big, he's fast and he's powerful, packed with muscle.

He grabs Proton by the shirt with his left and takes them both into the wall with enough force that the plaster cracks against Proton's back. Gold drives his knee up into the man's stomach and smashes him across the jaw with his right fist as he doubles over. Gold can feel his knuckles open on the man's teeth and blood sprays the wall in a bright spurt. If not for whatever Proton had become that would have broken his jaw.

He lets go and watches the momentum take Proton down to his left.

His hand aches.

Hurt him. Hurt him the way he hurt you and yours.

"The Slowpoke. The Magikarp. The Gyarados. The Voltorb. The Koffing." Gold's voice is fury. "The Radio Tower employees. My friends. Me. All of us suffered because of you and your pathetic attempts to revive Rocket. You do not get to taunt me anymore, Proton. I am not a child and we are not in Azalea Town. I am not afraid of you."

[inconvenient-stuff]

How I choose the typing for them in Unsupervised Tomfoolery:

Pokemon Nerdery ahead!

Ok, my choice for typing, which I put way too much thought into and also not enough at all.

First of all I knew from the beginnig that they would both be double typed, with one of them shared between them. This was either dark (demon) or Figthing (sword nerds). In the end I went with dark, because we be edgy here.

So, for Vergil I first thought ghost, mostly because of his story in the game. The problem here was that then Dante would have to have *thoughts* about that. No way around it. And I want this story to be happy go lucky, and have nearly no angst in it, so that was out. For a short moment I thought about giving Dante the ghost typing instead, cause you can argue with his depression and the fact I often write him at least partially suicidal during his darkest years. But that just ends up being the same problem, but from the other side this time. So Ghost is out for both.

The next obvious for Vergil was poison, because yes. Obviously, Vergil would delight in being able to poison people, it's suitably demonic and evil, he approves. And that was V set.

Dante was an annoying mess to type, I tell you. Ok, so admittedly, one of my very first thoughts about him was to go Fairy. Absolutely just for the funny. It would have been so hilarious.

Buuuuuut, more seriously, I went with exclusion principle for him. 

Fire and Electric is out, because demonized uses them and I wanted something different so as not to step on their toes too much. 

Normal is just flat out, because no. Neither of those two are even remotely normal. 

Water, Grass, Ice, Ground, Flying and Rock just don't fit Dante at all. 

Was considering Bug for a bit, because Bugdad Sparda and all. But. Bugdad Sparda, he would be the bug one in the family.

Steel could have been interesting, maybe make the connection to his Devil Arms and it being the storngest defensive type (Royal Guard), but posion has no effect on it, so it's eeeh. Also, while Dante is good on defense he is much more aggressive in nature, so no.

Dragon leans a bit too much into creature, ie demon for me. Which is already covered by dark.

Figthing would make sense, though I am frankly always going to think that if D is fighting then V needs to be fighting too. They share that one too equally.

And that just kind of leaves Psychic. Which does mostly work, it is quite balanced with few weaknesses. Reflects Dante being a very well rounded fighter with his styles. Also, you have moves like reflect and barrier, which is very much the Royal Guard Style. Posion is doubly effective against it though, which is so very annoying, but Dark has no effect, so that kind of balances him out with V again? A little bit? Argh.

It's not perfect at all and I'm still eh about the choice, but it is what it is now. Seeing as they mostly do whatever they want, it's not too much of a problem for the story anyway.

Fighting -> 1 against Dark/Poison

Poison -> 1 against Dark/Psychic

Poison -> 1 against Dark/Fighting

Poison -> 0 against Dark/Steel

Psychic -> 0 against Dark/Poison (SOOO anoying, am gonna outright ignore this one)

Dark -> 1/2 against Dark/Poison

Dark -> 1 against Dark/Psychic

Dark -> 1/4 against Dark/Fighting

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

Ellaaaa, I'm here jsut for for your read on today's poem from you are home

sooooo sorry for leaving you hanging there, anon, i was a little busy heheh buuuuuut i didn't want to leave this one unanswered, bc i think it's an amazing poem and all in all an interesting choice by harry

a problem in design by robert lax is a poem in between poetic styles, because lax was always experimenting with how far he could go to minimalism, though he came from writing more figurative poetry. he's from the same generation as the beats, who praised (and i say this in the nicest way possible bc i'm a big fan) word vomit instead of intricately crafted literature. it's super complex to understand all the different waves in the history of literature, and it's been a while for me now studying this, but basically people were trying to do less and less. move as far away from traditionally figurative literature as possible. lax, and this poem, is somewhere in the middle of that process. it's not a true minimalist poem, because you can still see a clear meaning behind the words and the sentences are pretty much still sentences. the poet makes a point, albeit a vague one (but it's poetry so it still adds up yk). this whole issue is actually what the poem is about, because lax was surrounded by peers who were going for the minimalist style and trying to rid their work of meaning, and especially erase their presence from their work.

how i interpret this poem by lax is basically: keep it simple. whatever you want to convey in your art, distil it as much as possible so that it's in its simplest form. the problem isn't in the message, but in the design of the poem. minimalists differed in opinions about meaning and how much should still be in their work, so here lax is saying to not leave out the meaning when getting rid of everything else. he's still saying that you should listen to someone else's advice about form, bc that was also his ideal, while someone else would just say 'eh i think i'm gonna keep drawing big flowers thanks.' lax is promoting minimalism as the highest art so ofc he won't say that.

what i think is interesting, then, is where this fits in with you are home and harry's art in general. harry really isn't known for keeping it simple or leaving out meaning. he seems to love putting as much meaning in as little words as possible, tbh. so what i think, then, is the tweet being just this part:

as making the point to not conform to other's rules about art (and in a broader sense about life) and just do whatever you feel like.

always be outrageous, if you like

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #974: Socializing (King of Fighters)

11:23 p.m. at the Pao Pao Café.......

Angel: (Sighs While Facepalming Herself and Holding a Pool Table Stick in her Hand) Ai Dios Mios, Ramon.....Are you STILL thinking that Vanessa chick? She's MARRIED! AND HAS A KID!

Ramon: (Smiles Sheepishly Holding his Up in Defense) Yeah! I-I already know that, but can you really blame though? (Puts on a Cheeky Grin on his Face as He Starts Fantasizing Over the Redheaded Interpol Agent) Her beauty, strength, and spunky personality are so incredibly intoxicating!~ I cannot help but to let myself get fallen for is so easily~

Angel: (Stares at her Former Teammate Woth a Deadpinned Look on her Face For a Few Seconds Before Sighing and Pinching her Nose) Ramon, my Hermaito en Mexico, since you seemed very loss to concept of having one side crushes, please. Allow me to take help bring you back to reality with these simple words. (Ckears her Throat Before Yelling Out) DESPIERTA CON OLOR A LA BEBIDA, ESTÚPIDO! Vanessa. Is. TOMANDA!!! (Places her Hand on her Hips) Capeesh!?

Ramon: ('Sighs in Defeat') Alto y claro.....(Starts Rolling his Eyes a Little) Por ahora....

Angel: What was that?

Ramon: Nothing!

Anotonov: (Steadily Positioning Himself to Hit the Clear Pool Ball in Front of Him With his Pool Stick) I have no idea what either of you were saying. But I still think Angel's right on this one, bud.

Anotonov hits the ball towards the blue one into one of the holes before standing back up on his back and smiles brightly at his helpless romantic of a teammate.

Anotov: There's plenty of other beautiful women out there. Like that Blue Mary lady! You used to work with her too, right?

Ramon: Yes, but alas.....She's already taken by the Legendary Wolf himself.

Angel: (Smiles Brightly) They're also raising Geese's kid together!

Anotonov: Oh yeah. I forgot about that. (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) Uhh.....(Snaps his Finger While Pointing it at Ramon) Ooh! How about that ninja woman named Mai?

Ramon: Already taken by the Wolf's Brother. Still wanting to marry him I believe.

Angel: Yep.

Anotonov: Elisabeth?

Ramon: (Shrugs) Seems to care more about taking care of her family's name and that Ash kid than anything romantic related.

Angel: (Nodded in Agreement)

Anotonov: Mature & Vice?

Ramon: (Grimace of the Thought of Getting Near Those Two) Do you WANT me suffer a fate worse than death, amigo!?

Angel: (Shivers in Fears) Yeah, those two creep me out a bit.....

Anotonov: ('Sighs Heavily') Agreed.....How about that woman name King?

Ramon: Eh. I think she still has the hots for that Ryo fello.

Angel: Used too!~

Anotonov/Ramon: (Raises an Eyebrow at Angel with a Confused Look on Each of their Faces) "Used to"?

Angel: (Happily Nodded) Yep!~ You guys haven't heard this from me, buuuuuut~ (Places her Habd Beside Her Cheek While Whispering to the Boys With a Cheeky Smirk on her Face) I heard that she's starting to lose interest in him after the tournament ended. Said something about getting tired of him not getting the hint or whatever.

Ramon: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Oh wow. If that's true, then you think I might have a chance with her?

Angel: If you stop being a helpless lovesick puppy, maybe.

Ramon: (Quickly Glares at Angel) I am NOT a helpless lovesick puppy!!

Angel: You kept flirting with a married woman since the day you met her. (Crosses her Arms) If that's not desperate, I don't know what is.

Krohnen: (Sitting in One of the Tables with the King of Dinosaurs) It's sad, pathetic, waste of time and effort, not even anything to write home about. (Takes a Sip of his Drink) Did I forget to mention sad?

KOD: (Nodded in Agreement to Everything Krohnen Says)

Angel: (Giggles Softly at her Boyfriend) Thanks, Cookie!~

Ramon: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) Good have your boyfriend joining us this evening....

Angel: (Smiles Brightly) I know, right!?~ I'm so happy he's giving this a chance~ I hope you all are taking a liking to him so far.

Ramon: Well, aside from his snarky attitude....(Smiles Softly) I still like him all things considered.

Anotonov: (Smiles Brightly) I agree! You picked a fine gentleman there, Angel.

Angel: Thank you!~ He may be biggest, cutest grumpy pants in the face of the planet, but he can be a real sweetheart when wants to be.

Ramon: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah. (Points at the Masked Dinosaur Wresting Behind Him) The same with our moody Dinosaur. (Turns Towards the Table Krohnen and K.O.D is Sitting At) I wonder what those two are talking about over there?

Meanwhile.......

Krohnen: So you're telling me that a T-Rex can easily smell out the scent of it's prey from a faraway distance?

K.O.D.: (Simply Nodded) Correct. Tyrannosauruses are well known for having the best sense of smell of all the theropod species. One sniff of their preys' scent could lead them to hunting their meals into their stomach, regardless of how far they've gotten. That, in it if itself, earns them the title of being one of the Deadliest Dinosaurs of all of Prehistoric History!

Krohnen: (Gets Genuine Surprise by the Piece of Trivia the Masked Wrestler Gave Him) ...............Huh. You know, I never thought I'd be hearing facts about dinosaurs in a night bar with a....dinosaur wrestler. So....Thanks for that I guess.

K.O.D.: (Shakes his Head) No thanks is necessary, friend. When it comes to providing knowledge of the entire dinosaur race....(Points Up at the Light Above Him) I, the King of Dinosaurs, will ALWAYS come out on top! RRRAAAWWWRRR!

Krohnen: (Raised an Eyebrow at the King of Dinosaurs with a Bit of a Weirded Out Look on his Face) Uh....huh. I can see that.... (Drink More of his Drink Before Putting his Cup Down) But I gotta ask: What makes you wanna be the King of Dinosaurs in the first place? (Takes a Bite of Celery From his Place) I mean, weren't you Tizoc at one point-

K.O.D: (Suddenly Slams his Hands on the Table) NO! (Angrily Points at Krohnen in Front of Him) You will NOT speak out that forbidden name in front of my pre-

Krohnen: Dude, everyone of us here knows that you and him are the same, so just answer the damn already.

K.O.D: (Eyes and Mouth Widened for a Brief Second Before Sighing in Defeat) Alright, fine. You're right. I.... (Quickly Looks Around his Surroundings Before Placing his Hand Beside his Mask's Cheek) Was known as The Great Tizoc the Griffin in the past. And after receiving a loss in a previous fight in the past and to prevent myself tarnishing the name any further, I've decided to retire my role as the Griffin.....(Flexes his Arms Up in the Air) and transform into the Ferocious Dinosaur you see in front you!!....(Quickly Lowers his Arms Down) T-That make sense to you, right?

Krohnen: (Starts Nodding in Agreement) Yeah. I get it. You feel like the old you wasn't working out too well, so you wanna try something different. Nothing wrong with that.

K.O.D: Exactly! I mean....Please don't get me wrong! I adored being Tizoc since the day I started my career in wrestling. It's just that.....(Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking) Before and...after my match against that boxer with the metal arm, I kept having this......distasteful....unwelcoming feeling that my role as a strong-willed Griffin.... has started to lose all it's meaning. Almost like....I was never worthy of the title from the very beginning.

Krohnen: So you think that changing your image could help take you to the right direction than the previous one?

K.O.D: (Simply Nodded) That's right. And while it might not be the best decision I've ever made in my life, I'm still willing giving this new persona a shot for as long as it takes. At...least until I feel like I'm ready to go back to being Tizoc again. (Takes One Gulp of his Drink Before Sighing) So.....I heard that you were known as this...."K9999" person, I believe?

Krohnen: Yeah....(Sighs While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) That was my old, shitty name back then. (Snickers at the Memory as a Former NESTS Agent) Honestly, you would've hated me if we met beforehand. I was a....bit of a huge dick back then.

K.O.D.: (Eyes Begins to Widened in Genuine Surprise) You were? But you seem like a nice person to talk to.

Krohnen: (Eyes Widened at the Unintentional Compliment While Flipping his thr Front Hair a Little) Oh! Uh....Thanks, but....That's only because I was able to grow out of that bratty mindset over the years. Had a few reality checks here and there, a couple of nightmare traumas, and a wake up call to boot. And.....(Starts Blushing a Little) I have my girlfriend to thank for it all.

K.O.D: Is that so?

Krohnen: Yeah, I mean....She's the one person who's been by my side since the very beginning, even before we started dating. And she was always takes the tome to a put up with my constant bullshit, no questions asked. Hell, she even made me realize there's hell of a lot more to this world than having a huge superiority complex to everyone or...being a slave to the evil organization that created me in the first place, but that's beside the point. And honestly.....I am so thankful that I still have someome like her in my life. Cause I REALLY don't think I would even be the person I am right now if it weren't for her alone, so.....Yeah. I appericate everything she've done for me and.....(Starts Smiling a Little Sincerely) I love her.

To his surprise, Krohnen turns back to the King of Dinosaurs crying along with Anotov and Ramon sitting next to him. And all while loudly blowing his nose on a tissue.

Krohnen: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) How in the....

??????: Oh Krohnenyyyyyy!~

Krohnen immediately gets picked up from his seat by his girlfriend tearfully hugging behind him.

Krohnen: ACK! Angel, what the-

Angel: I love you too!~ ('Sniff') I'll always love...('Sniff') and appericate you forever and ever and ever and ever and ever!!

Krohnen: ('Sigh') You three heard all of that, didn't you?

Angel: (Nodded) Yeah. ('Sniff') We did. ('Sniff' I couldn't be many more happier have you in my life right now!~ ('Sniff') I love you so much, carinõ!~

Krohnen: (Starts Snickering) You said that already.

Angel: I don't care!!~ ('Sniff') I'll keep telling you that as much as I damn well please!~ ('Sniff')

Krohnen: I know you would. You're the most love obsessed person I've ever known~

Angel: And yet here you are, dating me!~

Krohnen: ('Heh') You damn right. (Kiss Angel on the Cheek) But seriously though. (Turns Bzck to the Wrestling Trio Still Crying) You guys are gonna okay now or.....

Anotonov: TRUE LOVE ALWAYS PREVAHEHEHELLSS!!~

Ramon: VIVA EL ROMANTICISMOOOO!~

K.O.D: RAWWWWWWR!

Angel: (Gives Krohnen a Reassuring Smile) Yeah. ('Sniff') We'll be fine. Just....('Sniff') Let us get the water works done and over with for a little while, okay? It'll probably take a while though.

Krohnen: (Shrugs) Fine with me. (Takes Another Sip of his Drink) I'm having a good time tonight.

Angel: (Snuggling onto her Embrace with Krohnen) I'm so glad.

@illyrilex

@keyenuta

@26shann

@tampire

@helsic

@ma-lemons

@albion-93

@theweebmaster31

[vgckwb]

P5R: Rebel Girl (A FeMC Story/P5R Rework) Chapter 48: Self-Worth

While Sumire was meeting with Coach Hiraguchi, Ren and Ann were approached by Mishima. “Yo. Excellent work.”

“Uhhhh, thanks…” Ann said, unsure of how to respond.

“I gotcha,” Mishima said. “So, what next?”

Ann was still a bit weirded out. “Um...the social studies field trip?”

“Oh right,” Mishima said. “I forgot about that. Where are you going?”

“We’re not quite sure” Ren answered, sparing Ann.

“OK, OK,” Mishima said. “Well, I have some ideas, and I’d like to run them by you.”

“We’ll talk tonight, OK?” Ren said.

“Sure. Sounds good to me” Mishima said. He walked off.

“Ugh” Ann sighed. “I mean, I admire Mishima’s enthusiasm, but we’re still in school you know?”

“Yeah. I’ll talk to him tonight about that too” Ren said.

“Talk to who about what?” Ryuji asked.

The two girls were surprised. “When did you get here?” Ann asked.

“Uh, just now?” Ryuji answered. Ann sighed.

“Mishima came up to us to congratulate us,” Ren explained.

“For what?” Ryuji asked. Ren gave him a look. “Ohhhh That. Yeah. So, what do you want to do next?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me” Ann let out, deflated.

“What?” Ryuji asked.

“They already went over that, moron” Morgana chimed in.

“Who you callin’ a moron?!” Ryuji demanded.

“Uh, you” Ren said. Ryuji was surprised. Ren whispered “Don’t draw attention to Morgana!” Ryuji seethed, knowing he couldn’t do anything.

“Do you what you wanna do for the social studies field trip?” Ann asked, hoping to break the tension.

“Huh? Not really” Ryuji replied. “Besides, don’t we have bigger things to focus on?”

“Please stop,” Ann said.

“These things have to come naturally” Morgan reminded. “In the meantime, you need to focus on blending in, and this field trip isn’t a bad idea for keeping up appearances.”

“Fine” Ryuji relented. “Hey, isn’t one of the options the TV studio?”

“Um, yeah” Ann answered.

“Perfect!” Ryuji exclaimed.

“Why is that perfect?” Ren inquired.

“We could find a target there,” Ryuji explained. “I mean, celebrities hide some shady shit all the time. One of them might be palace related.”

“Ryuji!” Ann chastised. “Not so loud.”

“Right, sorry” Ryuji said.

“And I thought I was too focused,” Morgana remarked. Just as Ryuji was about to make an outburst, Ren glared at him, cooling him down. “But I have to admit, it’s a smart plan.” Ryuji smiled. “For a simpleton like Ryuji.” Ryuji glared at him.

“Morgana, please lay off. At least when Ryuji’s chained by crowds” Ren said, shifting her ire from one person trying to prove their masculinity to another.

“...Sorry” Morgana apologized.

“So, the TV studio then?” Ann said, again trying to cool things down. “Sounds like a plan.”

“Huh?” Ryuji said, confused. He then picked up on what Ann was doing. “Oh, yeah. Can’t wait!” He then turned to Ren. “Buuuuuut, while we are waiting, I found a place to work out. Care to join in?”

Ren smiled, knowing the awkwardness of this moment was over. “Sure. Let me get my gear and we can meet up, OK?”

“Sure thing!” Ryuji said. “Later!” He sprinted out.

Ann sighed. “Sometimes, I’m jealous of that boy and his boundless energy.”

“And other times, you want him to use that energy on you?” Ren insinuated.

Ann’s face turned pink instantly. “No! Shut up!” she smacked Ren with her pencil bag.

Ren chuckled. “Sorry. Sorry.” Ann pouted. “Hey, it’s OK. I promise I won’t say anything.”

Ann looked up at her. “You better not…”

“I promise,” Ren insisted. “Speaking of promises, I gotta go meet Ryuji. So, seeya.” Ren started to leave.

“Seeya!” Ann called out. Ren waved and headed out. She stopped at Leblanc to grab her new workout clothes, a grey tank top, black sweatpants, white shoes, and a black sports bra, and then met Ryuji on central street.

“Alright” he said, greeting her. “Follow me.” They walked to an ally where they found Protein Lovers. “This is the place.” He looked over at Ren. “You got everything?”

“Hm? I think so” Ren said. “Why?”

“Ah, n-nothing” Ryuji said, blushing. “Just wondering.” He took a deep breath. “OK, let’s head in.” They did as such. Before they could start, Ryuji turned and asked, “So, I assume you know what workouts to do to help keep your basketball form.”

Ren was confused. “Um, yeah, but why?”

“Well, when you go back to your old school once your probation is up, you need to keep your form good to rejoin the basketball team” Ryuji answered.

Ren looked at him. “I told you, they kicked me off the team.”

“Yeah, I know,” Ryuji replied. “But who knows? Maybe whatever they did that for will be water under the bridge when you get back. And hopefully by then, we’ll have proven your innocence.”

“Ummmm, I don’t think being a lesbian is something that could become ‘water under the bridge’ so easily” Ren explained. She smiled. “But I love your enthusiasm.”

Ryuji was shocked. “THAT’S why they kicked you off?!” Ren nodded. “Bastards!” His nostrils flared. “I feel like punching something now.”

“Well, there are punching bags, so go all out” Ren informed him.

Ryuji was a little confused. “Why aren’t you mad about this?”

“Eh, I’m used to it,” Ren said.

Ryuji gave her a confused look. He sighed. “I don’t know how people get used to being treated like shit.”

“Well, things are complicated sometimes,” Ren answered. “I mean, look at Yusuke.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Ryuji said. “But also I’m glad I’m part of the Phantom Thieves for it. That way, we can help people who are used to shitty situations.”

Ren tilted her head inquisitively. “Is something the matter?”

“Huh? Well, sort of?” Ryuji said. He sighed. “Before my dad left, my mom once told me that she was used to his beatings. That ain’t right, ya know? She said it was to protect me, but who’s going to protect her?” He kicked the air. “It’s just unfair.”

Ren steeled herself. “Yeah. It is.” Ryuji was shook. “And I hate it too. The world’s not always sunshine and roses. But sometimes all you can do is grin and bear it. Because if you push too much, sometimes the push back will be a lot more, even if justice is on your side.”

Ryuji spent some time taking that in. He grumbled. “Yeah… Like what happened when I punched Kamoshida…”

Ren smiled. “But I’m also glad you’re a part of the Phantom Thieves.” Ryuji was shocked. “You’re a good anchor to the ideal of not getting used to this kind of BS. That there might be something good about shaking things up.”

Ryuji was now taking that in. He grinned. “Thanks.” Ren started to go to one of the stations. “You know, you’re a good leader for us.” Ren looked at him. “You’re fairly level headed, but you’re open to all sorts of things. You know how to consider things and know when and how to react to them. I think that’s cool.”

“Thanks,” Ren said, blushing. “But that only sort of came about due to my...less than pleasant previous school life.”

“Heh. You think I’m a stranger to less than pleasantness?” Ryuji chortled. “I might as well be wearing ‘less than pleasant’ on a shirt. But you have these abilities that I lack. But I’m thinking if I follow you, I’d get more accustomed to it, ya know?”

Ren smiled. “I told you you’re a good anchor.”

“Well, it’s only because I have something reliable I can anchor myself to,” Ryuji retorted.

Ren giggled. “Fine, we’re both awesome. Now let’s prove it by crushing our workout routines!”

“HELL YEAH!” Ryuji shouted. They began working out, spotting each other when necessary. Soon, they ended up laying on the floor, exhausted. “Man, I haven’t felt this good after a workout in a long time.”

“Yeah,” Ren agreed. “This is the first time after working out with someone who knows of my sexuality that I’ve felt good at all.”

“Oh yeah” Ryuji said. “You hadn’t told us the last time we worked out huh?” He drank from his water bottle. “So like, I know it’s not my place to say much, but when are you thinking of telling everyone else?”

Ren looked directly up. “I dunno. But I know I should.” She took a drink from her water bottle. “Telling you three was hard enough as is.”

“I get it,” Ryuji said. “Just know that whatever happens, I’m in your corner.”

Ren turned her head over to look at him. “Thanks.”

Chariot-Ryuji Sakamoto: Rank 4

They got back up, cleaned themselves off in the gym’s showers, and then headed out.

Ren went to the diner to grab a bite to eat. As she entered, she saw Mishima. She approached him. “Hey. Mind if I take a seat?”

Mishima was giddy. “Please, have a seat.” Ren sat across from him. She grabbed a menu. “Feeling alright?”

“Yeah” Ren answered. “I just had an intense workout session with Ryuji.”

“Gotcha,” Mishima said, understanding. Once Ren knew what she wanted, she placed her order. “Anyways, while we’re waiting, I’ve been thinking.”

“About what?” Ren asked, concerned.

“You know…” Mishima said, insinuating.

“Riiiiiiight” Ren said. “And?”

“Well, I think that while some progress is being made, we aren’t changing as many hearts as we could” Mishima explained.

Ren was curious. “Where did this ‘we’ come from?”

“Right, sorry,” Mishima said. “I guess you do the heavy lifting. But that might change when I become a full member!”

Ren was shocked. “Um, do you even know how we do what we do?”

“No clue,” Mishima answered honestly. “But I think I can learn once I’m let in.”

Ren stared at him. If he doesn’t have the app now, I doubt that he’ll get it ever. But I don’t know how to explain that without, well, explaining everything. She then got an idea. “Mishima.” He perked up. “If you’re part of the team, who’s running the Phan-site?”

“I will,” Mishima said. “I’ll pull double duty.”

“Yeah, but doing what we do is hard work,” Ren explained. “I doubt that you can do both effectively.”

“Well, I could try,” Mishima insisted.

“Mishima,” Ren said, placing her hand on his. “Trust me.” Mishima was stunned. Ren let go as Mishima pulled back as he grew frustrated. “But…” Mishima looked up again. “Your place as head of the Phan-site is important as well.”

Mishima was conflicted. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I’m serious,” Ren continued. “The Phantom Thieves get involved with all sorts of trouble. Having a degree of separation between us is beneficial. You can focus on things we can’t because we need to focus on what we know. Much like you can’t do both, neither can we. And having someone like you helps.”

Mishima seemed unconvinced for a bit, but then smiled. “Yeah. I guess that makes sense. Ha ha.” He looked down at the table. “You know, I was kind of hoping to get made a member immediately once I told you about the Phan-site. It’s the first time in a while I did something on my own with such a bold stroke. But I guess being a satellite to the Phantom Thieves is good as well.”

Ren smiled. “I know how hard it can be to put yourself out there. But I think it’s important to do so. I mean, none of us would have thought of the idea for the Phan-site.”

Mishima was shocked. “Really? But we live in the age of the internet.”

“Yeah, but we have other things we need to focus on as the Thieves” Ren iterated. “It would have slipped our mind.”

“I see…” Mishima said. “I guess by being the head of the Phan-site, I’m earning my place. Heh I never thought I’d have a place of my own.”

Ren smirked. “Neither did I.”

“What?!” Mishima said, surprised. “But…”

Ren chuckled. “We all have our own insecurities.”

Mishima was stunned with this knowledge. “Huh. I guess you're right. Well then hopefully with the places we occupy, we’ll work to overcome them.”

Ren smiled and nodded. Her drink had arrived. She picked it up and raised it. “To overcoming insecurity.”

Mishima responded in kind. “To overcoming insecurity.” They clinked their glasses.

Moon-Yuuki Mishima: Rank 3

Once Ren’s food got there, she could hardly focus on anything else. Mishima didn’t seem to mind. They both finished around the same time. Just as Ren was about to leave, Mishima interrupted. “Wait!” Ren stopped. He slipped her a piece of paper. “These are a few names of people I found causing some trouble; including that guy Takanashi was talking about. Whenever you decide to go for it, contact me, and I’ll let the world know.”

Ren looked at the list. She smiled. “See. We couldn’t have done this without you.” Mishima chuckled. Ren nodded, and headed home for the evening.

[bigskydreaming]

Also also, I’m not saying that you can’t cherry-pick from canon, literally everyone does that, I’m just saying....just say that’s what you’re doing if that’s what you’re doing? 

Like, I would have 75% less of a pet peeve about that if people just said “I don’t go with Robin as Mary’s name for Dick because I just don’t like it personally” because hey, cool, whatever, you’re just taking what you like from canon and discarding the rest. Totally get that.

But its specifically BECAUSE people go “I don’t go with Robin as Mary’s name for Dick because its a retcon” that my peeve really exists, because like, nobody for a second anywhere even a little bit actually believes that a single person who says this is unilaterally like, anti-retcon across the board. My pointed references to Jason’s retcons aside, like, retcons are everywhere, and in every major and minor characters’ stories to degrees both miniscule and like, all-encompassing. I guarantee there is not a single person in Batfandom who actually can commit to saying they dislike all retcons just on the basis of them being retcons, and are only here for the non-retconned parts of their stories. Like, that’s literally just impossible.

So the more people try to insist its NOT impossible, and that their sole basis for being against this particular idea or others is just ‘its a retcon, ergo its like fake news’....the more it MAKES this into a thing, because there’s like, weird levels of evasiveness about it now, when it never needed to be anything other than just like “eh I like it when Robin was based on Robin Hood, actually, I prefer to stick with that.”

I love Robin Hood! If the reason for saying oh I believe Dick named himself Robin after Robin Hood is just....you really fucking like Robin Hood, I totally get that and I support you.

(Course, I’m also still gonna be saying buuuuuut Robin Hood or Mary’s little Robin, either way he still made it and its weird if he’s not getting shown any credit for that. But you get it).

[jcmorrigan]

okay my curious who's blastoff bandiroo?

HOO BOY

The short version is THEY’RE NOT A CHARACTER YET AND WITH ANY LUCK, THEY WON’T BE.

Because they’re a fankid. And you know what happens every single time I make fankids? A process:

1. Have crackship

2. Give kiddo to crackship

3. Get more invested in kiddo

4. “Actually they’d make a great OC on their own. I’m gonna change the name and design to remove all fandom references!”

5. And then they’re in the OC cast that I don’t do much with at all

6. Attempt to make NEW fankid for NEW ship

7. Repeat.

Every single time. Every SINGLE time.

Buuuuuut okay. So one of my more recent poisons is Pinstripe Potoroo x Tawna Bandicoot from Crash Bandicoot. I’ve vagued about that one, right? Any time the word “TawnPin” shows up on this blog. That’s it. That’s the one.

I’ve been considering writing a fic for them, but I’m trying to strike a balance between “I have enough scenes to give them a full plot” and “this CANNOT be an ultra longfic because I will not have the time or energy.” So I was actually thinking at work today about how I might structure such a fic, and I’m leaning toward a montage-style kind of thing. And because it is indeed Crash Bandicoot, time travel play is allowed, so I was like...I can pick a point where their relationship is just starting out, but have them move forward to areas where later stages of their relationship is happening! So I can have a slowburn AND show the long game! Eh? Clever, right? Probably actually going to be confusing in practice. Anyway, I wanna at least finish watching a playthrough of CB4 before I commit.

But to your QUESTION.

As with many of my ships, I have designed them...a CHILD.

One idea I had, that I REALLY SHOULD NOT DO because I cannot PORT AN ANTHROPOMORPHIC MARSUPIAL into my OC cast (I already had to kill the Megavolt fanchild because she wouldn’t translate; I don’t ship him with the “mother” of that one anymore anywayyyyyyyyy) is that TawnPin end up in some far-flung futuristic world and they’re like “Okay let’s just blaze through and get out” and then they get a random assist from this random enby criminal and they’re like “Thanks. If there wasn’t a couple decades’ gap between us and you existing we would team up” and what they don’t know, what they DON’T KNOW is that IT’S THEIR OFFSPRING

For the name, I realized that I’m essentially doing an interspecies relationship (they probably shouldn’t be able to biologically mate but whatever, it’s a cartoony game where everyone is mad science), so rather than name the kiddo either a Bandicoot or a Potoroo, I pulled a Dingodile and just mashed the names. They are both. They are a Bandiroo. Then, because it’s CB, I wanted some good old ALLITERATION in there, so I’m like, what starts with B, isn’t a NAME name but conjures some kooky imagery, and can be seen on a villainous character? I had actually considered and thrown out “Burstbubble” before I got to “Blastoff.”

Blastoff is nonbinary (mostly they, very rarely she), and has hair that’s curly like their mom’s but black like their dad’s, and they keep it in a ponytail that never manages to properly stay in place. They fell right into the family business of ORGANIZED CRIME and are known as being fearsome despite having a bubbly personality. As in...will say “Wow, great weather we’re having lately! Perfect day for a swim.” while they shoot you in the liver and push you off the dock into the ocean. Yeah. That kind of evil. Also the #SWAG type. They wear pantsuits - pinstriped because of their dad and pink-and-blue because of their mom (bonus points: it makes the trans flag, though I think they also have an enby flag pin on a lapel). But since they’re not a dude, they can pull off the one aspect of the suit their dad never could: THE MATCHING FEDORA

They wield some kind of firearm with a trigger, but we can either go the dad route of a HUGE-ASS GUN or the mom route of a hookshot that allows them to actually grapple enemies and parkour through town, or maybe they dual-wield? I dunno. I don’t need to be thinking about this character I DON’T need to be thinking about this character.

[heedingcalls-archive]

Anonymous said : ( at this point why bother w anon but for formality here ) Steelbeak: Are you only working Gabby over to get her so docile and compliant that she'd agree to be recruited into FOWL? You know, as part of that whole spy/counterspy business of doing whatever it takes to get results? What is the endgame here?

(LATE) INTERROGATIONS OF MY MUSES’ RELATIONSHIPS !!

      ❛  Puh - lease. If I wanted to sweet talk her into my company, I would’a already, ‘kay? Part of the reason I like Gabs so much is that she’s independent. She’s got her own prerogative. And, sure, I’d like havin’ her round FOWL hq, buuuuuut, that’s why I keep requesting we get her services. Besides, it ain’t like the idiots around here can do what she can. They get their tails kicked by a dingus in a purple mask bi-weekly. If I need something done CORRECTLY the FIRST TIME, I make sure we got someone like Precious on the case. Because she’s actually a professional and lord knows we need some-- because I’m sick of bein’ the only one pullin’ weight ‘round here.  ❜  

     ❛  ..... So-- Eh. I get it. I’ve got my hustle, she’s got hers. I know she makes more than the Egg Men do. So, I’ll bid what I can, when I can. And if she takes the jobs, she takes the jobs. As for my END GAME GOAL? Weeeeeeeell, that ain’t nosey company’s business. That’s between me, her and a few glasses of wine, yeah? Not of your concern, pal. ❜   A moment of pause is given and the rooster ponders, head and comb tilting in thought before a loud, obnoxious laugh barks from his metal beak. 

    ❛  Oh, but what I wouldn’t give to see Gabs knock Ammonia to the floor, though. Knock her over with her own mop in less then a second-- Can’t you see it? Show Miss Suds and Scrubs what a REAL, capable lady can do. Memo to me : See if I can make THAT happen any time soon. ❜  

@bitofthisandthat​

[rudy-ruby]

So, another Fake Dating AU

I know how many Fake Dating AUs are out there, and this might have been done before, but I’m PRETTY sure I haven’t read one like this. Enjoy.

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This starts out with the usual ‘Oh No! It seems I’ve told my family I have boyfriend/girlfriend/other that doesn’t exist, and now they’re expecting me to bring them home! (Woe?) is me! What shall I do?’

And the only other person available is someone they hate, and how the hell are they supposed to work this out? This is DISASTROUS! They’ll have to deal with each other for a (few) weeks!

And then the regular shinanigans happens and they fall in love, and happy ending and what not!

BUUUUUUT, what if it was all planned? So what I was thinking was:

Main protagonist (MP) is complaining to their sisters about how they’re in love with this person and how they will never fall in love with MP, blah blah blah their life sucks, whatever.

Then their sisters all share this look, like, ‘Oh, we can SO change that.’

They tell the MP their plan.

The MP doesn’t believe them and they’re like ‘Really? And why would you help me?’ and their selfless help turns into a benefit-benefit win-win plan.

They ask for some or the other favour and the bet is on.

And they’re like ‘Bring them home, and we’ll handle the rest’ .

“And how do I do that, exactly?”

Then the whole ‘I told my parents…non-existent SO…become my fake SO…blah blah blah what ever bullshit.’ happens and the person agrees and what not.

Instead of accidental coincidences being the cause of them falling in love, the sisters create opportunities that LOOK like accidents.

Say, them sharing a bed, cause they are SOes, right?

The whole shenanigans happens but it’s all planned.

In the end their sisters help them, and they’re indebted to them (sucks for them, eh?)

And that’s the end. What do you think? It’s nothing more than a small idea and you’re free to use it if you want. (Should I ask for a mention? I don’t know. But do it cause you’re kind, right?)

Hope it was fun. I’d love to see someone use it.

(Wrong blog, me very stupid)

Check @ruby-losoria for more

[fiannalover]

ieyasu/yaten for mutual pining!

How is this supposed to go? - Ieyasu/Yaten Mutual Pining (53)

Check it here, or on ao3! Feel free to request more from this list!

Love isn’t something one is born knowing how to pursue

Ieyasu didn’t care much for romance, most of the time. He was too busy with his duties to really bother, and the nobles at Hinomoto, by now, were too annoyed with him to even try putting him on a political marriage.

More than a little bit, that had changed.

Since he met Yaten on the Alberian Festival that the man had organized, the Clan Leader found himself more and more fond of him, bit-by-bit. He couldn’t explain how it happened, sure, but that was how his feelings rang.

How was ‘love’ supposed to happen? He HAD been educated on how one was supposed to court someone, but he was well aware that was meant to be, well, courtly love. Would it be something that had meaning to someone like Yaten? Or would it come off as snobbish and rude?

“Hey, Ieyasu? Are you ok? You’ve been spacing out a bit! Don’t waste whatever small time we get to spent together!”

Letting out a small chuckle at his friend’s outburst, Ieyasu acknowledged that and attempted to placate his friend who sat on the opposite side of the teatable. “Apologies, Botan. I recognize I have distracted myself.” Taking a deep breath, he followed up on that. “Could I ask you something about the matter?”

Recognizing the seriousness in his voice, she soothed her own, and replied. “Yes, of course you can. I’m your best friend, ain’t I? What is it?”

“What is it that you know about pursuing love?”

Botan blinked in surprise, clearly taken aback by that unexpected question, running her hands through her own hair and groaning a bit trying to find an answer, before replying. “I don’t know… I never really bothered with romance or anything. And… I really thought you’d know more than me. Is your target someone closer to me than you, in standing?” Upon seeing Ieyasu nod in confirmation, she kept going. “Then you just, I don’t know, remain by their side! You treasure every moment you two spent together, and you make SURE that they treasure it too! Well, that is what I think. I wouldn’t look for grand gestures, just… Small ones. Erm, I rambled a lot. Does that make sense?”

“Yes, it does, actually.” He answered, with the redhead letting out a relieved sigh in response. “Thank you, my friend. Now, let’s finish this before it gets cold.”

“Of course! We still gotta hit the markets later! Man, I found this AMAZING store, you won’t believe it!”

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… Love

Now that sure was a word Yaten rarely used to describe something about himself. Not like he didn’t ever have his fair amount of experiences. Plenty of one-night stands here and there gave him free food and bed. But, this wasn’t that. It was, definitely, being in love.

With someone so out of reach, too…

“Hey, Yaten. Ya aren’t sleeping, but ya are most definitely slacking. The hell are you doing?”

Letting a vaguely smug chuckle leave his mouth, the festival planner replied. “Just thinking about some stuff. Say, Natalie? How do you think the fancy people would appreciate some flirting?“

“… This is about Ieyasu, isn’t it?”

“Yup.”

Taking a deep sigh, Natalie the back of her head seeking an answer. “I don’t know. Nobles are all ‘bout those big fancy promises and agreements and stuff when it comes to romance, ain’t them? But he’s not like that. So… Just do whatever it is you always do?”

“Eh. Fair point. But it’s not like I want to have only one round with him and that’s it. I want it to be something lasting. And it has been a long while since the last time I wanted something like this.”

“Well, even so. I think ya can do it.” Natalie stated, depositing a vote of confidence. “The two of you are already super good pals! Botan told me he laughs the most when close to you. So, I’m sure you can do it, boss! Just keep what you’re doing!”

Letting himself show off a smile, Yaten agreed. “Alright. I’ll do my best, Natalie!”

————————————————–

Another festival that they shared together.

Yaten had briefly excused himself to see something, and agreed to meet him by the archery stall. Deciding that he should make a move, as the time to do so neared, Ieyasu, excusing his retainers, grabbed two candy apples from one of the carts, making his way to the meeting place.

A simple gesture, adding a little sweet something to their time together. Yes, through these small steps, he’d eventually reach the point he could confess his feelings.

A twist there, a turn here, and the boar arrived at the destination. Calling out to the other man, Ieyasu moved closer to him, only to stop in surprise when Yaten, turning around, was holding…

Another pair of candy apples.

Some laughter was shared by the two, before Ieyasu said. “We had the same idea, haven’t we?”

“We sure did. Buuuuuut, it’s fine. We’ll find someone to give them to on the way.” Yaten replied with a smile. “Come on, there is a stall you HAVE to see.”

Holding his pair of apples on one hand, and grabbing Ieyasu’s arm with the other, the festival planner led the way. In his heart and mind, the contact they shared was treasured beyond belief.

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Looking at the two men from a distance, a pair of girls shared some cotton candy while somewhat grumpily, somewhat exasperatedly, looking at the happy couple to-be.

“Are they EVER gonna notice it?” Botan asked, grabbing some more of the sweet to eat.

“Just give ‘em some time. They’ll get there” Natalie replied, answering in kind.

[starswepts]

i thought those pups were neat. ANYWAY, what up, my name’s meredith and i never learned how to not make dated vine references. i like watching sims videos on youtube for all hours of the day, mcdonald’s chicken nuggets, and uh, writing / rping. i would hope so, at least. if you wanna message me, you can slide into my ims here, oooor if you’re in the discord, i am conveniently titled meredith in it. i’d love to get to know everyone and their characters ! speaking of characters ,

RICHARD ‘RICKY’ DAVIS — FORTY — PARANORMAL INVESTIGATOR 

the paranormal investigator thing is entirely self-titled, bee tee dubs. ricky doesn’t have a real job per-se, as he’s trying to live off the grid and without the shackles of modern life so he can write his book on alien life. he’s been writing this book for three whole years, actually, and has made VERY little progress in proving the existence of aliens. 

but, he’s wholeheartedly optimistic that they do exist, and listens to every story of capture or strange encounters with an open notebook and open-er heart. anything about the extraterrestrials:tm: / ghosts / strange happenings ( goblins? why not. faeries? he’s heard of sum nasty ones in oregon, actually ) 

ricky’s been living off the money he made in whatever the most boring job u can think of is. an accountant, maybe? something in an office. he sucked at it, and hated it, but it made him enough money to buy an rv and take the road to go around the country interviewing people about their own paranormal .... experiences .... after his younger sister’s insistence that she saw aliens. he was intrigued, she probably just had a bad trip considering she was a total hippie. but she kicked it a few months later in unrelated circumstances, he quit his job and decided he wanted to find ANSWERS:tm: for her. 

ricky is .... uh, however, running out of money since he doesn’t have that real job. sometimes he’ll do odd jobs around town, or write articles for the paper to keep himself vaguely afloat, but hey ... no rent and no real life to speak of makes the living easy, eh

he also is an angel, he’s very easily fooled and is lowkey gullible because people would do that? lie to him? not about aliens, no sir, even though he lies all the time to make his life seem more interesting. he’s never had a paranormal experience himself, but you betcha he tells everyone about it to make himself seem more credible. 

he has a vegetable garden in his bathtub, because u cannot grow tomatoes in arizona otherwise. he showers in an outdoor shower that he made. don’t ask him about it, okay? the tomatoes are important and i promise he doesn’t smell. 

CLAUDIA MONROE — NINETEEN — MOVIE THEATRE EMPLOYEE

remember how i said ricky was an angel? yeah, claudia is the opposite. she’s not a bad person, i pinky swear, just annoying af.

she lives in a dinky, shitty, house with her crazy ass alien obsessed father. she moved to eureka like two years ago, and is STILL super salty about it, mostly because she only moved in with him since her mama died. car crash, very tragic, and claudia was an extremely successful figure skater before that. won some championships, wore lots of glitter, could out-skate anybody and their mother. 

but when mama died she didn’t have the money for it anymore, and she moved from the east coast out west to eureka, with her formerly absentee father, who she hadn’t seen since he left them. it was real awkward. she’s so salty about giving up her dream and moving to some nowhere alien town, that she’s convinced:tm: she’s better than it. than all of it, than the people and the stupid fricking lore. okay? she is a VERY successful and smart person ...

she’s actually just a ticket taker that’s going thru a bit of a rebellious stage in order to get her dad’s attention. negative attention, mostly, so she can get kicked out and have an excuse to leave him and demand money so she can relocate elsewhere. she’s selfish like that. aka, she drinks a lot, is a bit of a rebel, whatever she can do to convince him she’s insufferable.

buuuuuut, that’s her night gig. during the day, she’s pretty straight edge. goes to work, does her job. leaves. sometimes goes to the bookstore or the diner. kind of abrasive, but not aggressively, she’s just brutally honest and never got used to holding back her opinion, since her mom was the same way. 

she lords herself over everyone, always thinking she’s the smartest and most talented in the room... and will never admit she’s wrong ever. makes a lot of literary references, likes nerdy shit. smart bean, without the bean. she read war and peace, probably, and is good at math shit. idk, i’m not a smart person so this will be hard for me. 

[proserpine-in-phases]

i mean i get it, i do. kids are hard to write