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Just a random thought of the 6.24 pm in which Emmet in the period when Ingo is lost in Hisui, in the moments when he allows himself to have a breakdown or sleep, sinks into his brother’s bed and remains there for a lot of hours to embrace a stuffed animal of a train (which his brother gave him) for the whole time of his collapse or his sleep. Every night after his work Elesa goes to his house to check on him and give him support and love. She is not her brother, but she will do whatever he needs as a friend to make him feel a little better and prevent him from doing stupid things or having intrusive thoughts.

Shippers of them do not interact thank you.

34 note - Postate 28 aprile 2022

Random thought on the train conductor twins and their possible zodiac sign:

I'm saying Scorpio, I don’t make the rules. They give me the Scorpio vibes.

34 note - Postate 3 aprile 2022

Letters to Myself

Heyo people, I have a project on Yuriy and this the first of three letters who he sends to himself: the first one is for Young Yuriy, the second will be for the Present Yuriy and the last for the Future Yuriy. I don't want to say no more, I want you to enjoy it! Some warnings before we start: mention of guns, blood, abuse, violence Young Yuriy

The psychologist gave me this task, but I don’t really know how to do it, but Kai’s writing will make it look better than it will be.

Hello Yuriy of the past or the future, or maybe both, is the Yuriy of the present that tries to dialogue with you, if you are listening to me, I would like to vent a little with you if you like, but even if it were not so, you are obliged to listen to me.

I would like to start by talking to the Yuriy about the past, oh little me, how many you have been through and overcome, how many atrocities and pain you have suffered that you did not deserve, how many wounds, how much blood and tears you shed in your childhood; you who were happy even with the little you had in that always warm little house with mom and dad. You loved your mother very much and her long skirts, as long as her wonderful copper threads, which she always decorated with some brooches or some flower that you gave her when you went to the market and collected on the street, and she smiled at you as if you had given her the most beautiful jewel in existence; you smiled little Yuriy, you smiled so much, and you were loved by all. At the market you were always given something by the sellers; who a candy, who a small plush, who a t-shirt, but the one you care most of all that they gave you in those years, the most important, that I still keep with care, is the first book on the constellations and the space that they have given you: "the space and the stars explained to children".

You were immediately entranced by the cover and all the bright stars that were on it, even if you didn’t really understand what was written, you always had trouble reading and writing, but it wasn’t your fault, it always was, but in those days you didn’t care, it was enough for you to leaf through the pages and see all those beautiful images of the stars, planets and infinite space; you seemed so great and fantastic that you wanted to explore it all and know everything and dad was the one who indulged you and took you to see the stars in the days when he was home and he was happy and you still could not imagine that that happiness with him would not last long, But everything you know about the stars and physics and the universe was because of him, the sweetest part of your bitter memory of him. Do you still remember that beautiful day when he took you and Mom to see the stars and the sunrise up that hill? Away from the hustle and bustle of Saint Petersburg that August day? Well, that night I still carry it with me, you know; Mom dancing with Dad under the stars, her bright smile, the look in love with Dad that made her turn and me looking enchanted at the sky and its immensity while I heard them laughing.

You know, little Yuriy, that was the best day of your childhood. After...well... Then came the deep darkness, which never seemed to end and that still hurts me and that made me what I am. That darkness changed you so little Yuriy: mom did not smile anymore, did not hug you anymore, you did not go to the market, his eyes were black for the beatings and red for the tears, while yours were black for fear, and the face burgundy for the slaps that Dad pulled you, Did he smell bad when he did it? That pungent smell that I still can’t stand and makes me feel nauseous and still makes me feel the pain of those kicking punches and slaps, and the coldness of indifference.

Things got worse and worse; Mom’s abandonment, you became a thief to survive until at some point you ran away too and lived only on the streets of the city, hugging your stuffed animal and your book. At first you cried a lot, then the tears turned into anger and bitterness, too many for a sweet and kind child like you, who was taken away in a clean blow, like a gunshot breaks a life. You will learn to use that gun little red wolf , you will be the deadliest with a weapon in your hand, the coldest and most calculating, you will become yourself the most valuable weapon of that devil dressed as a peaceful monk, which was not peaceful. You had no choice, not you, not that friend you met on the streets, Boris. Was a choice between starving to death and having the slightest chance of living, and you tried to choose the second option... But unfortunately, in the end it was like dying by staying alive. That place has no words to describe except with death, violence, destruction, abuse; that acrid smell of burning, blood and alcohol, that sound of beyblade blades colliding. Those decided your fate: if you ate, if you could take a shower or have an extra blanket and avoid being beaten and locked in cold cells.

You had no choice, little Yuriy, if you wanted to survive, if you did not win again and again, even with the few forces you had in that frail little body, even going against your own companions, against all that you believed right, against your pure and clear soul, It became encrusted with blood and black sticky as pitch, the ice that blocked them there and did not go away anymore.

You learned to live with it and you made them your own, even though they ate you alive more and more every day and every night the monsters came to visit you. When it happened you took out your little book from under the pillow and leafed through those pages now soaked with moisture and faded, but that gave you comfort and reminded you of those happy moments that now you no longer had while you watched your companions suffer and heard the distant screams of other kids like you, who probably never got out of that hell, And to isolate yourself and not hear them, you looked out that little window, you remember, right? You could always see the moon when it was full or when it wasn’t, the sky was so dark that you could see even the smallest star, which you still wanted to see up close, to study and touch outside those walls.

In the end you came out of those walls and that hell little me, you came out with your companions, but you came out destroyed, a soul all to rebuild from scratch, to clean from all fears, traumas, anxieties, nightmares, blood, insomnia, clean from gunpowder, that when you shot others for a living you also shot yourself unwittingly; 8 years of abuse and scars are not easy to overcome small great Yuriy. Beyblade, physics, science and world travel have been your salvation throughout your adolescence, a adolescence perhaps more difficult than childhood, because when you’re little and in the middle of hell, you turn off your brain and go on by inertia, but when you get older, when you’re out, your brain can’t turn it off, no matter how much you try, no matter how much you want it; oh my teenage Yuriy, I know how hard it was not to succumb to anger and fear, regret and loneliness and tears, I know, but I can tell you that you were really good, and I’m so proud of how much you’ve worked on yourself. Do you know what was my favorite moment of your adolescence? When you took over your interests and discovered new ones.

That incredible talent you had for physics you were able to apply it in your life, in the sport you loved, you could analyze every single movement, every single mistake or some little problem to your blade thanks to physics and its rules, and you could also fix the problems to the blades of your companions when they could not, despite your still very closed and icy character, you have always believed in them and in their proximity, were your firm point, true? Well, they still are, and I’m really grateful that you didn’t let them go and hold them to you, even if in your own way, with that piece of honest, clean child soul that you had left, that wasn’t affected by all the madness. You still remember their voices at your bedside while you were in a coma, huh? Those voices that extinguished the nightmares you were constantly imprisoned in and couldn’t come back from, and all it took was some bullshit they said in the hope of making you laugh and wake up to turn them off and drive them away.

Do you still remember the sweet and affectionate words sprinkled with the tears of Borya, in which he showed all the good he always wanted you and that for him you were his family and the brother he always wanted and that without you he would never come out alive from that monastery, I mean, you had been his pillar, what he had been to you but you never had the courage to tell him, then there are the simplest and whispered I love you of Sergei, than I had been fundamental for him over the years, and then the unexpected embrace of Ivan, who came from Russia only to be with you, and the most shocking words, from whom you never expected to come, from the most silent person in this world: Kai. Kai had come when there was no one, more lost than ever, you could hear him from his shaky, fragile breath that something was wrong, that didn’t work. You will only find out later why him was so destroyed, but at that moment he told you a few simple but strong and significant words: don't try to die, you are stronger than that, I know how strong you are and I admire you for that, so don't try to leave. And at that point he left with his dranzer after having seen him laid on the pillow next to you; you had understood his words, and in fact you did not give up, for any reason. You woke up from that endless sleep and continued to fight with your life, to build your passions and interests, you discovered new passions.

Dance saved you, huh? It’s good, right? You didn’t believe it either when you first danced, when your body moved by itself dragged by the music and the rhythm and the pain slipped away like ice melting under the sun, like rain washing everything away, and you were breathless with so much strength and power given by those movements and those notes. Then you never stopped. And now you're here dancing in front of me, in the beauty of your 20 years, in front of the 27-year-old you finally freer, lighter and more alive, chasing your dreams finally. Get ready to hear my part of the story little great Yuriy of the past, because the Yuriy of the present has really made some important steps, and it is right that you listen to them, to say that you do. It was worth all the pain you went through, it helped. And now you’re gonna find out. Make yourself comfortable in front of me, I'll tell all the story.

38 note - Postate 10 febbraio 2022

Random thoughts of Lampo are back! In the tonight menù we have small headcanons on Melli! (Already sorry for my English!)

- He is a transgender boy and he understood when he was quite young that there was something between his body and how he really felt that he was not working but he always kept it hidden, given the age in which he was born.

- It is of the sign of Leo, an August Leo.

- He tried to keep his voice low enough to be more masculine and this make him feel good about himself.

- His ego is largely a shell that he uses to defend himself from others and look strong, when in reality it should only be protected and make him venting, otherwise it will explode like a voltorb.

- His favorite dish is a soup made from berries found only in the highlands.

- Prefers sunrise to sunset.

- The first person he confessed to feeling like a boy and not a girl was Adaman, who was initially shocked for some time, but then everything went back to normal.

- On days when women’s duties hits (if you know what I mean) is difficult to see him around . He hates everything about those days and the discomfort they cause him by reminding him that the body does not match who he is. In total breakdown surrounded by little voltorbs and Lord Electrode, also present in his own way.

- He will understand that he feels feelings and attraction for boys when Ingo appears in front of him, despite finding him initially weird.

- Over time, Melli will also teach Ingo to speak Sinnohian properly and especially not to pick poisonous berries.

- He will understand that he is totally under a train for the Lady Snesler's warden when they find themselves having to share the cave of Melli because Ingo remained stuck there because of a storm and everything Ingo said about sneasler, the only thing left in Melli's mind are the features of his face and how he wanted to kiss him to make him shut up and feels how those lips taste.

78 note - Postate 3 maggio 2022

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misdre · 3 years

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misi's beyblade AUs masterpost

i like making AUs, i have many of them, here's a post of them from oldest to newest. (at least approximately) (the ones that got no art of them have photos from unsplash. i just enjoy setting the mood)

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Magical boy AU takao is an ordinary middle schooler who one day gets dragoon the magical spinning top from a cute little azure dragon, seiryuu, and transforms into a magical boy to protect the world from evil for some cosmic reasons that i haven't come up with yet. the rest of the characters have similar powers from their holy beasts and takao needs to gather up his team to fight the evil and. you get the drill is there art of it? yes 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 is there a fic of it? no note: i originally created this just because i like designing the outfits so i haven't planned the story much (this used to be my main focus but then 4kingdoms happened GJSDHGHSDG) i'd want to though, i'll get back to it eventually...at some point...... one of the charm points of this AU is that the holy beasts are these digimon-like animals that hang out with the characters and each have their own personalities.

Fairy tale monster AU takao and gramps live in a cabin in the middle of a forest full of monsters and takao decides one day to venture out to look for a silver-haired boy he once saw, he meets up with the other BBA characters one by one in the grim woods. is there art of it? no is there a fic of it? yes note: my oldest halloween fic. the characters are all these different cute spooky creatures and it's intended to sound like a fairy tale.

One day, he determined that the time was ripe: Takao decided to leave for an adventure. For his grandfather was old, it was not at all unusual for him to lay down to bed before sundown. Once the hut had fallen in drowsy silence, Takao packed his one and only bag with what little he felt he needed, took his cap and jacket, and stepped over the doorsill. He had left the safe warmth of the hut behind.

Royal fantasyverse AU (the tale of four kingdoms) takes place in a fantasy universe with four kingdoms (east, west, south & north) created by the four holy beasts, in an era where each kingdom happens to be ruled by an exceptionally young king due to their respective circumstances. when the four meet for the first time, a snowball of events is set in motion that's going to affect all four kingdoms. is there art of it? yes 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 is there a fic of it? yes 1 / 2 note: like a period drama with magic and gay and tons of worldbuilding. probably has way too many mysteries for the boys to solve because i have no self control when it comes to creating twists. this is The one AU that i have crammed every usable canon character into, i need enough people to inhabit four fucking countries

After creating the four lands, the holy beasts created people to inhabit them. Because the beasts were celestial beings and couldn't but guard people and the world they lived in from far above, they needed human vessels to lead the four nations. Thus they created four kings who would rule over other people using the four beast’s powers. The four kings were neither human nor gods, but something between – they were messengers, or icons, of the four holy beasts.

Omegaverse AU a canon divergence AU (i guess??) where genders are replaced by A/B/O and everyone being either canine or feline. max is a late bloomer canine and finds out he's the only alpha of the BBA boys thanks to a certain feline omega. is there art of it? not really but i do have dog boy max and cat boy rei art (which are a bit too cute for this kinkfest. i mean they're obviously aged up for the real thing.) 1 / 2 is there a fic of it? it's been in the works for like, five years but i always shy away from finishing it note: it's omegaverse, it's exactly what you'd expect. the smut is so filthy i've been too embarrassed to even post it. hiromi is also an alpha by the way

Coffee shop AU highschooler rei goes on a venture to hit on a local Hot University Teacher and coffee shop owner judy in a cafe owned by her, ends up receiving a bunch of flirty cups of latte from barista max working there. is there art of it? no is there a fic of it? yes note: i mean, rei being into blonde MILFs is pretty much canon

Now that Rei looked at the boy more carefully, he realised his hair was just as fair and eyes just as blue as he knew Judy Mizuhara's to be. Maybe they were related? It wasn't that strange if Judy had hired a relative's kid to help out at the shop, right? He certainly looked American, but he had spoken Japanese. And then, all of a sudden, the boy turned to look back to him. Startled, Rei blinked his own golden brown eyes and shifted them back to his now empty cup. God, it was rude to stare at someone, wasn't it? He'd been too deep in thought to even notice doing it. Not that the boy had looked judgmental – he only seemed to wear a smile.

Soulmate AU max keeps having dreams with peculiar scenarios about a boy named rei. one day he borrows a book on soulmates from hiromi and finds a chapter talking about meeting your soulmate in the realm of dreams. is there art of it? no is there a fic of it? yes note: i don't even care for soulmate AUs, this was my own dare to myself to find a single soulmate trope that interested in me enough to write a thing of it.

Max was walking through a crowded airport, carrying a heavy backpack with him. He had never been to this airport in his life, but somehow he knew exactly where he was, and where he was supposed to go. And he was in a hurry, and Rei had at some point emerged from the crowd, as usual, keeping up with him without bumping into any of the people that should have blocked his way. “I'm sorry, this is probably my fault,” Rei said. “I haven't even travelled in ages anymore, but these dreams just keep coming back to haunt me.”

Chess player AU rei is a young chinese chess champion participating in the world junior championships, ends up falling for the american chess prodigy max somehow in the process and is determined to get to play against him again. is there art of it? no is there a fic of it? yes note: so this is one of the weirder ones i've done. it was inspired simply by me having a very vivid mental image of a scene of them playing dramatic chess together. this is probably my most underrated AU even by myself, i think the writing is pretty solid for such a short story of a topic i know practically nothing about

As a child, Rei had initially been taught to play xiàngqí, a Chinese game much more popular back in his home country; but chess with its refined, uniquely shaped pieces was love at first sight for the young Rei. He was a fast thinker and had amazing concentration skills once he set his mind on something, and he also had an outstanding memory, making it easy to memorise game patterns he once saw and then use them for his advantage. This all granted him natural talent in chess. But despite his skill, he had a bad habit of easily losing his temper and becoming indecisive once his focus wavered. Also, he was just a tad bit too sentimental. These traits often became his worst enemy in important matches, much worse than the actual opposing player. Keep your cool. Focus. Play well.

Flower shop + fake dating AU yuriy doesn't really know anything about flowers but is working part-time in a flower shop for the easy cash. he keeps getting a pair of weird customers who ask about flower language for hypothetical situations. is there art of it? not by myself and i don’t have a link to the fanart made of it unfortunately is there a fic of it? yes note: did i write this for valentine's day? i feel like i maybe did. this is my only AU (and fic in general) so far that's about a non-BBA character as the main lmao

“So, I need some advice for a particular situation,” the customer then began, idly tapping the counter with his hand. “I mean, not a real situation, of course – hypothetically speaking, if someone was just pretending to be going out with another person, but they weren't really going but it just needed to seem that way to everyone else, what kinda flowers would get the message through?” Possibly an idiot, Yuriy concluded his analysis. “So you need suitable flowers for a date,” he stated, shooting his eyes at his notes about common flower-usage.

Classical music AU (the heart that i love) max is a piano prodigy attending a classical music college that holds annual music competitions for the students. he's got some haters for being the son of a world-known pianist who's one of the teachers, but he also ends up having a budding romance with rei the mysterious chinese violinist. is there art of it? yes 1 / 2 is there a fic of it? yes note: the origin of this was my "max and mao are besties" college AU. then it got mixed in with my thirst for classical instruments and max being bullied.

Max isn’t exactly a synesthet, but he has always been able to see music as pictures – as entire sceneries, as great adventures. This tendency of his emerges especially strong whenever he’s learning to play a new piece on the piano; as he moves along the melody, the scenery is also being built around him like a jigsaw puzzle, creating a complete picture piece by piece; and once he has mastered the song, he’s able to freely traverse and immerse himself in the world inside that puzzle. Some pieces have a more relaxed or soothing scenery than others, some are exciting and thrilling – even deliciously sinister in the way that a good horror film can be. Setting himself down in front of a piano is always an invitation to a world of his choice.

Bakeneko AU after moving to a small rural town in japan, max hits his head and starts seeing things, such as a weird white cat following him around. after a while, he's convinced that he's being haunted. is there art of it? yes is there a fic of it? yes note: another halloween AU, a more surreal one where max is human and rei is. well. not

Max kept walking, his eyes still on the narrow road. He hadn't noticed while deep in thought, but it really was quiet that evening. The sun had nearly set by now, leaving the sky striped with the dusk of the approaching nightfall. There was no wind to rustle the treetops, no birds chirping, nothing. Only the sound of Max's own footsteps on the pavement, and the matching sound that followed. Followed. What if someone actually was following him? A sudden, violent chill struck down Max's spine, causing his hair to stand on end. He stopped. After a short delay, the steps also stopped.

Genderbend AU a canon divergence AU where everyone's a different gender from canon (duh). starts off as an alternate version of the g-revolution world championships where the girls meet for the first time and befriend each other. rei is a professional model in addition to being a blader in the baihus, and max from the PPB is delighted to be able to battle her. she has no idea that rei has fallen for her at first sight, though. is there art of it? yes 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 is there a fic of it? it's... in the works. note: i created this because i wanted to design attractive girls, what about it. absolutely partial to maxine's huge badonkadonks.

It wasn’t like Rei hadn’t already taken notice of her before, given that they were participating in the same world championship tournament, but the real turning point was the first time they stood on the opposing sides of a bey stadium. It was the day when the match-up roster signalled the match between the Chinese team and the American team, the Baihus versus the PPB All Starz; and despite both teams consisting of five players, it came down to, to Rei’s immense joy, the tag team of Rai and herself against the two most interesting US players, Rikki Anderson and Mizuhara Maxine.

Vampire & merboy AU rei is a starved vampire just about to end his own life when he meets merboy max at a forest lake. is there art of it? of max yes is there a fic of it? yes note: yet another halloween monster AU, this time they are both monsters though. this one’s a pretty grim one i have to admit

Rei succumbed into deep thought, considering his few options, when something grabbed his unsuspecting hand. Something yanked him forward in one mad splash and forced not only the rest of his arm but also his shoulders and head underwater. Half a second later Rei, so badly startled that he’d come close to slipping into insanity, found himself staring at a pair of bright blue eyes only inches away from his own face. His other hand and lower body still firmly on land, Rei pulled himself back with strength that he didn’t even know his weak body still contained. As he did, he also pulled up whatever was clutching his hand, which turned out to be another hand – a white hand with elongated, dirty fingers, so sharp at the tips that they looked like daggers.

Mafia AU max is the boss of the BBA mafia family, rei is a hitman and max's right hand man, the rest have various roles in the organisation. salima, mariam and some other girls (at least) are reporters doing investigative journalism on organised crime who get interested in covering the story of a group of russian elite detectives doing a thorough investigation of the BBA. is there art of it? of rei and max yes 1 / 2 / 3 is there a fic of it? it's in the works but it's just a gratuitous reimax smut note: this is a story i wish existed but this kind of police investigation action thing is so not my genre of expertise. that's why i'm just doing a PWP of my boys and the rest exists on conceptual level

“Did you know,” Salima said, perfectly peppy about it, “that there are secret underground auctions for stolen artwork that’s sold in the black market? Not just online auctions in the dark web but actual, physical events held somewhere in the city! Isn’t that so intriguing? Can you imagine how an event like that would look like, Max?” Max can – in fact, he doesn’t need to imagine. But he’d rather not think about it; the memories bring the familiar taste of bile in his mouth and make his gut curdle with a mixture of disgust and very particular guilt. The mere thought of it makes him set his coffee aside and bring a hand between his tightly shut eyes.

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the next thing i come up with? who knows............

#bey things #i am only moderately insane #so i'm a person who never reads her own writing #but for this post i did. i read my old oneshots #and i wasn't disgusted by them!! actually i was rather impressed with them!!!#i didn't know such a feeling existed. to read your old writing #and be like how nice! writing of my OTP just the way i want it!#genuinely i was charmed by the soulmate AU because i'd forgotten most of it #bc i was so embarrassed about it for some reason? but it was a very nice story

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45. "Do I even wanna know?" for Tala and Mathilda (because I'm interested in seeing your version of their friendship when she's with or moving towards being with Spencer) Or if that line doesn't work, either of the others will do as long as it has those two :)

Title: Do I even want to know? Pairing: Sergei Petrov and Mathilda Alster romantically, Yuriy Ivanov and Mathilda Alster platonically. Notice: Written from Yuriy´s point of view. Mostly. Also, I haven't yet read the new manga so some of my headcanons for him might be off, aged or not canon. Also, I kept writing and adding to this for ages, and feel it's a bit of a mess. Hopefully, it shows some emotion that I meant for it to show. Not sure if I will post this anywhere else hm...

Yuriy has mastered the art of ignoring others' eyes on him. Easily walking by as if he's clueless of their attention on him. Even if the fact that they were staring was something he noticed before the person themselves knew their eyes were trailing him.

Observant as he is.

During Yuriy´s early childhood, he’d get looks of hatred and disgust as he lived, or barely survived, in the streets. Wearing old and tattered clothes, pale skin almost grey because of malnutrition, and blue eyes desperately searching for help as passerbys continued to choose not to see him. At times, the hatred in strangers´ eyes was better than being ignored. When they pretended not to see the misery Yuriy was in he ended up feeling like he was already dead.

Soon, Yuriy learned of another kind of fear. The fear that came from those who were threatened by his skill in the bey dish, fear because of the harsh fates waiting for them if they lost to him in the days of the Abbey. Once that first child lost terribly to Yuriy, and was never seen again, his peers started to respect him. Respect born from fear.

As Yuriy and his brothers were manipulated and tricked to threaten the safety of the world, he was looked on as both a hero and a monster. A hero who´d give Russia the top spot in Beyblade again.And as something a little less than human, perhaps closer to a cyborg, leading the world towards its demise while being seemingly void of much emotion. Perhaps only rivaled by how power hungry Kai had gotten together with Black Dranzer. Or even by Boris after that match against Rei. Boris had been Balkov´s triumph card. The man is still recovering from the lack of love he got from a young age, and to learn to handle his growing emotions just as his rage.

Today the world knows how all of it ended, and who to thank for their safety and freedom: the Bladebreakers.

After the Demolition Boys´ loss, people started to look at them with yet a new set of eyes. The eyes of those who viewed them as victims of manipulation, of harsh childhoods. Often with pity. It never suited Yuriy. Being a victim. Rather, he aimed for them to be seen as young, free and brave men redeeming themselves and growing into something better. Growing into the people they want to be now when they have a real shot at it.

Survivors.

Today, Yuriy is well trained in observing strangers and deciding whether or not they´re sincere when approaching his team. If they truly want to get to know them, or if they want something from them. Regretfully the Russians often decide it's safer to assume people are out to hurt them than blindly letting strangers into their lives.

It´s a snowy and cold day in Moscow, Russia. The air is crisp, cold and dry. Chilling to the bone. A good winter's day, with a clear blue sky telling of an even colder night ahead. Probably with stars. The streets are busy with people. Families, couples, children playing around. At a corner of a smaller street a coffee shop recently opened, carrying a foreign brand of coffee to Russia.

To the untrained eye Yuriy´s pale face appears indifferent as he thanks the young woman accompanying him for holding the door open. He's carrying some of the things they bought today. Books. Clothes. Some new toys for his pet dog. However, even if he might look like he'd rather be somewhere else, his eyes tell of a new kind of warmth as he looks at his female companion. An attentiveness few earn from him.

Yuriy´s presence has stirred people to life it seems. Staff greets him with almost spooked expressions and “Hi!”s. They must be newly hired, since the shop has just been around for a few weeks. It instantly sours his mood, as he much prefers workers to treat him like any other customer. From that point Yuriy makes sure it seems like he pays little attention to the people around them, but only after he shows his appreciation with a slight nod of his head. There´s this middle ground he has found as of late. Looking strangers in the eye as they gawk at him while fighting nerves. Some are his fans, and they pay a bit of his paycheck through watching his matches. Supporting him and his family. No matter how Yuriy looks at it, his fans matter, they all do in beyblading. Not all of them are stalkers, or want to hurt him or those closest to him. Even if it is hard to remember that sometimes.

The woman with him takes the lead to a small two-seater table at the back corner of the shop. Fairly isolated, yet with a view towards the street outside. She's always considerate like that. Sitting down with his back against the wall and a good view over the coffee shop, Yuriy´s eyes settle at the woman in front of him. The scent of sweet fruits washes over him. Nothing too overpowering. She takes off her coat, observant eyes darting around the place as she too notices the eyes on them. Unlike Yuriy, she can’t hide her discomfort. Yuriy has already deemed the room safe. The usual quick sweep of the eyes he does every time he arrives somewhere, especially somewhere new. Checking where the exits are, if there’s anyone suspicious around. Old habits are hard to break, and this one he won't try to: it has saved him before. Yuriy lets out a soft sigh as he allows himself to relax in his chair. Body grows heavier as he sinks into his seat. Knees falling apart ever so slightly. The only threat in this room seems to be awed struck fans, and those he can handle. At least well enough to make his friend enjoy their short coffee break.

Although Yuriy appears relaxed, his body language erects a barrier between his safe bubble with his friend and the people around them. Nothing about Yuriy is inviting. He leaves no room for strangers to think it's suitable for a quick chat or to ask about a signature: his focus is on his company. The girl in front of him tries to hide the fact that the attention from strangers gets to her, and Yuriy can´t help but imagine what the fans around them think as they see how she squirms in her seat. How they draw the wrong conclusions. The Russian offers her a hint of a smile in an attempt at making her feel more comfortable. If her attention is on him, Yuriy knows she´ll be able to relax and enjoy herself as well.

Ever since his brother started dating her, no one has seemed to want to accept their relationship for what it is. At first, not even Yuriy. The girl in the chair across from Yuriy is called Mathilda Alster. A young woman with a petite frame, big eyes and soft short pink hair. She is still red in the cheeks from the cold outside. Mathilda holds the hot cocoa she ordered tightly in both of her hands as if her fingers would turn into ice if she didn’t. That, or, it´s another sign of her nerves. Yuriy frowns slightly at the sight. Mathilda has been with them in Russia for over a week, and it seems like even the thick clothes he and his brothers helped her get doesn’t keep her warm enough out in the dry cold. It's the major reason why the two of them ended up shopping for clothes together.

Mathilda can't continue to wear her boyfriend´s shirts and hoodies once she gets cold. It works at their home, but not out and about, as most clothes that's supposed to end by the hips reach her mid-thighs or lower. Every borrowed t-shirt ends up a dress.

And Yuriy can't have her get sick.

”...I don’t really go to these kinds of places often, so it’s making them excited.” Yuriy says flatly, talking about the other people who keep stealing glances at them.

The fans are watching from a respectable distance so far, luckily. Yuriy is a very well-known face in Russia but he doesn't doubt people have realized just who is with him. The red haired man crosses a leg over the other and sips at his coffee, adding a bit of milk after a moment as he finds it just a bit too bitter for his liking. Something his teammates surely would judge him for. They always have their coffee black, black as their souls, as Boris says. A part of Yuriy regrets going to a crowded coffee shop during daytime. He loves coffee, but he´d normally have gotten it on the go or brewed it himself at home. However, Mathilda wanted to go for a snack after they were done with what they needed to do in town... so here they are. Not like Yuriy could deny her that when she looked so hopeful, so eager to spend just a little bit of more time together. Without really demanding anything but some of his time and company.

Before they set out this morning Mathilda had told Yuriy she'd keep him company, and that she had something she wanted to tell him. A secret. It made Yuriy curious. Mathilda might be someone who’d never tell someone else´s secret but she wouldn’t be able to hide that she is in fact, hiding something.

”So, you said earlier that there was something on your mind.” Yuriy asks at last.

Usually, the two of them have these kinds of conversations back at home. During Mathilda´s stays with them it has become a habit to gather around the kitchen table, having tea or coffee with something sweet and just talk. Even if she could just lock herself up in his brother's room and spend all the time with him, Mathilda put effort into getting to know all of them better. Never once voicing she thought their lifestyles were odd, but asking if she could help out with meals and chores while she lived with them. After a few days, they realized that all of them had breakfast, lunch and dinner together at the same hours a day. Even if their work, school, or individual practises were scheduled differently. Mathilda had observed, and made a good schedule that´d suit their hectic life-style. Before that, it had mainly been Sergei and Yuriy who were responsible for any home cooked meal. This change resulted in Yuriy and Mathilda growing closer, spending more time together, and learning each other's habits and likes and dislikes.

Today Mathilda was a little bit too eager to help Yuriy with his errands. She seemed almost anxious to get away from the three other men as she spoke with him in a low voice in the hallway. Asking if she could come with. Mathilda would often be content staying back reading when her boyfriend was at his part time job, or hanging out with whoever was at home, but Yuriy didn´t mind that she wanted his company. He has come to enjoy hers, and found the way she seemed to want to rely on him quite endearing.

However, he's certain whatever she's trying so hard to keep a secret has something to do with her boyfriend. It had left him feeling a bit uneasy for a while, as he's concerned it´d be something negative. Yuriy might not be able to admit it yet but he would miss her if Mathilda ever broke up with his friend. His thoughts straying to if it would work staying in touch even if it happened.

Mathilda´s cheeks end up getting a bit redder at Yuriy´s question. Her embarrassment and shyness is always refreshing, especially since it has never stopped her from doing what she wants in the end.

Leaning his chin in the palm of his hand, Yuriy leans forward over the table. Elbow resting just at the edge. ”Do I … really want to know?” Yuriy asks at last, the corner of his lips turning upward in a smirk.

Judging by Mathilda´s expression this won't be about a break up.

Even if Yuriy´d consider Mathilda to be something like an addition to his family by now, it wasn't always that way. It was something that happened gradually over time, until she was included with no questions asked.

Yuriy had learned to be observant from a very young age. It didn’t take long for the captain of the Russian team to notice that someone was getting uncomfortably close to the tight, sturdy and often very solid barrier of safety he had erected around his team. The intruder was that of a young woman, a woman he knew almost nothing about, during a beyblade tournament where their teams were rivals. Every team was the enemy in a sense.

Yuriy´s eyes soon followed Mathilda every time she was around, looking for any signs of ill intent while a small lump of anxiety grew in his chest. That lump grew in size as he realized she had been around for much longer than he had known. Rude as he sometimes can be, he genuinely decided it must have been because of her lack of presence that he at first didn’t take notice of her. She was always in the background, quiet and didn't take up much space. Not an opponent he´d have to worry about in the dish, but if he was going to be fair, his focus had been on other players.

Eventually he was informed about her, and that they had actually been in the same tournament once before. Alongside the fact that her team had too been victims of greedy and manipulative adults.

As Yuriy continued to observe Mathilda, he noted yet again that Mathilda was neither tall nor had a strong build. Her body, and eyes, showed her emotions as if she was an open book for everyone to read. He also realized that Mathilda was always observing too. Always conscious, self-conscious. With a build like that, and emotions so easy to read, Yuriy concluded that Mathilda wouldn´t become a threat to them physically. Whatever she threw at them in the dish or outside of it they'd know ahead of time and be able to counter. Yet, soon, he also realized that she might come too close in a completely different way than he expected.

Mathilda had her eyes set on Sergei.

With a risk to sound egocentric, Yuriy thought of how there have been people in the past who had tried to befriend, for example Sergei or Ian, with hopes of getting let into the Russians´ circle for their own personal gain or to even end up in his or Boris´ bed. Ian has always been the teammate most strangers assumed to be the easiest one to get close to. Often getting played in return as Ian has through bad experiences learned how people wanted to use him. All it took was for the short man to get excited over a friendship only to realize he wasn't the one the person was really there for. Others thought Sergei could be their key in. For some reason, many interpreted his silence for lack of depth, and assumed he´d accept almost any positive attention shown his way. They often realized their mistake when the usually gentle giant showed signs of irritation, and they realized just how intimidating the oldest and tallest member of the team could be.

It took Yuriy a while to realize that Mathilda was having a thing for Sergei. Even if her skin grew red with embarrassment, her voice cracking, she kept on approaching his brother with small conversations. Eyes were bright with delight as Sergei eventually started to return her greetings. Answered her questions, even if he seemed a bit put off balance by the attention and the fact that the girl didn´t stop approaching him.

Yuriy trusted Sergei to shoot her down if he felt she was overstepping, and he forced himself to let it go, only for him to see the two together more often. The lump of anxiety in his chest grew larger. Now, would this tiny girl, who sometimes stuttered out of nerves, be that cunning, to get close to Sergei with a false promise of.... affections... to later hurt him? Hurt their team? Yuriy didn´t want to take any chances. Yuriy knew Sergei had his walls up just like himself. He might seem approachable, at least the most approachable one out of his other teammates, just for the person trying to strike up a conversation feel like they're facing a cold brick wall. However, Yuriy could tell that Sergei´s walls were starting to crack around Mathilda.

Soon Sergei allowed her into his space, closer than any other stranger, and would expect Mathilda to be around. His steel blue eyes searched for her when she wasn't there when he expected her to be. How the quick meetings in the shared kitchen area of their hotel floor turned into longer and longer conversations over tea and coffee.

At one point Yuriy had felt Mathilda´s Captain Miguel´s eyes on him from across the dining area as they had both observed the same thing, and Yuriy felt annoyed. For once not so much over that Sergei and Mathilda were getting closer, but because of how cautious Miguel´s eyes had been. As if he was telling Yuriy to make sure his team behaved.

It didn't take long for Mathilda´s name to leave Sergei´s mouth around his team. It had made them grow quiet, because it had been rare for any of them to have plans with others outside of their small circle. Boris was the first one to break the silence as he made a crude joke about Sergei´s and Mathilda´s difference in size and that Sergei should be careful not to crush her. Boris deserved the death stare Sergei gave him after that.

Yuriy kept fighting his unease, believing that Sergei knew what he was doing, while also getting ready to act if things got out of hand.

The first time Mathilda ate with them she was very nervous, Yuriy could tell, the whole world could tell, but she still sat there with them and tried. Tried to keep up with conversations even if Boris was rude, and spoke mostly in Russian in a childish way to exclude her. Something Yuriy wouldn´t accept, as he instead used the lunch to talk to her. Gently poke her to see if there was any ill intent, testing the waters.

What in the end convinced Yuriy Mathilda was safe and good for his brother was the way she reacted to Sergei getting hurt. It was a minor injury: Sergei had stepped badly during practise and damaged his ankle. Leaving him with a swollen foot and a bad limp he tried to cover as well as he could among strangers. Somehow Mathilda saw through his pretense and realized he was hurt. The usually quiet girl had stopped Sergei as he and Boris were walking past her in the hallway. Voice a bit high-pitched as she asked about Sergei´s limp, and grew almost pushy as Boris told her it was nothing. As he told her to back off.

Mathilda had spent that evening sitting by Sergei’s feet cooling the swelling of his injury with ice and cold water. Yuriy had only realized this when he returned from a meeting with the BBA. The worry he saw on her face wasn’t an act. The challenge in her eyes as she looked at him and his team while staying by Sergei’s side, daring them to ask her to leave, was her true feelings.

Yuriy´s eyes narrow a fraction. He swirls the tablespoon in his now half-empty coffee cup, and tilts his head to the side while taking in Mathilda's sincere expression. Her face tells him that whatever secret she is hiding her nerves is from excitement and not out of anxiety.

“Our one year anniversary is coming up.” Mathilda starts slowly, her cheeks seeming to get even redder as she tries to word her thoughts as she wants them. “And I'm… trying to decide what I can do for him in celebration.”

Yuriy´s expression softens slightly, his concern fading. “...A year already?” He asks, feeling calm again. The thought that something between Sergei and Mathilda had turned bad had made him feel strangely uneasy. The man mentally sighs at himself. Focus returning to the current conversation and not what he dreads of the future. It feels like he met Mathilda just yesterday, at the same time as he feels as if they have known each other for several years already.

Anniversaries. Yuriy hasn´t thought much about it, but have they ever celebrated things like that, him and his family? They do keep track of a few dates, when things changed for the better for them. Boris is usually the one bringing out the alcohol. They always made sure to celebrate each other's birthdays as well. Celebrating they´re still getting older, living. Being free. Sergei was the first of them to get into a serious relationship. This is all new.

“Sergei probably won't expect anything…” Yuriy trails off slightly. “You have a good shot at surprising him, Mathilda.”

Mathilda has been patient and gentle as she guides Sergei through his first relationship. Yuriy thinks Sergei might not be Mathilda´s first love, but her first in many other ways, and they could experience it together at their own pace.

Sergei rarely wants something for himself, or expects others to do things for him. Emotions that Yuriy has seen grow since he started seeing Mathilda, as the man too learned he wanted her attention in different ways. Sergei had gone from only making sure others were alright to having someone, outside of family, who’d get worried sick about him. Who he would fight wars to keep happy and safe.

Mathilda smiles at Yuriy´s answer, and she seems pleased about what he just told her even if it didn't solve her problem of what to get Sergei in the end. Yuriy wonders what she has planned for her boyfriend. Warmth grows in him as he knows that Sergei now has more dates to remember and celebrate. Just like he too has a reason to spoil yet another person, Mathilda, when he wants to.

“I thought of… kidnapping him for a day, taking him to our favorite places, eat his favorite foods… “ Mathilda speaks, excited. “And-- … “ “You want us to be… somewhere else that day?” Yuriy asks with a slight smirk. The smirk is quite natural as he´ s amused imagining how Mathilda would ´kidnap´ Sergei.

“N-no!” Mathilda exclaims, understanding what her friend means. If they want some more privacy, just for them. “Well, it would be nice but--… “

“I'm sure I can get Boris and Ian out of the house for one evening…” Yuriy continues to playfully tease her.

A low buzz in Yuriy´s pocket makes him reach down for his phone, looking at the screen for just a moment.“Sergei´s off work, he's coming to pick us up on the way home.” Yuriy is thankful as he would rather not get on the public transport again today.

Mathilda nods, clearly thinking time must have passed quickly today, as she too checks her phone. Red cheeks slowly return to a normal shade as her embarrassment fades. Mathilda had neglected her phone simply because she was focused on Yuriy today, and there's an unread message from Sergei there waiting for her. The blonde Russian must have texted Yuriy too, due to the lack of reply on Mathilda´s part.

Just like Yuriy calls Mathilda when he can't get a hold of Sergei.

“I'll go and buy something for the others!” Mathilda says, getting her wallet before walking away. Blue eyes watches her as she checks out the display of different treats. Yuriy can already see Ian grinning at the gesture, and Boris not reacting much but whatever Mathilda gets for him will get eaten before next morning. For once, Yuriy isn´t the first one to notice Sergei. Instead his eyes follow how Mathilda rushes over to him, bag of sweets in hand. Taking in how Sergei´s tall and stiff frame softens as he leans down towards her: listening attentively to whatever she's saying. Yuriy gets up from his seat and pulls on his coat slowly, unable to look away at the sight. They look happy. It warms him, from inside out. He gets Mathilda´s things for her before he moves towards the couple. A long exhale through the nose.

Not everyone is out to hurt them.

#fanfic #writing meme #MathildaXSergei #MathildaxSpencer #Zadien #Beyblade #Beyblade fanfiction

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Olivier [Beyblade theories on crack]

Welcome to my random rants about random beyblade things. I have a lot of things to say about the Euro Team and how tragically underestimated and undervalued they are, as characters, but also as very smart plot devices, so in these posts I'm gonna pick a fight with the writers and yell at clouds while probably drunk. If you want a trip, and you think you don't like the Euro team, then jump on.

This guy.

I love this guy.

This guy is great and I swear to god they knew what they were doing when they decided when and how to introduce him.

So, from the encounter at the top of the Eiffel Tower in ep 33 we know that this guy is mysterious and that he blades; he randomly starts roasting the Bladebreakers unprovoked, which is always fun, but fucks off before anything interesting can happen. What the writers decided to do in the next episode was split up the team, and have them find out more about Olivier separately: since everywhere they go they meet someone that has at least heard of him, we can't help but feel that this guy is kind of a big deal. From Max we learn that he's bloody rich, from Rei we learn that he's a great cook, from them both (when two guys conveniently share the information right in front of them… anime logic) we learn that he's the best blader in France, and from Takao and Kyouju we learn that he likes art, and… prepare your tinfoil hats, guys, because we're going deep.

The thing is, we know this guy is manipulative, and we know it because he offers Takao lunch in his own super expensive restaurant to distract him from the fact that he just ruined hundreds of people's day. Kyouju even points out that something's wrong when he sees Takao go into the Louvre absolutely furious at Olivier, and then sees them come out like buddies. We also know it because… come on guys, have you seen his face? Have you seen his evil smirk? He's a walking troll face. It's like the animators want us to not trust him. And yet, every background character seemingly adores him, even though we don't really get a specific reason why.

I mean… this is a kids show, I know. And the writing is messy most of the times. But this guy. This guy is shady as fuck. You can take him at face value and assume he's a well-meaning asshole, completely oblivious to normal interpersonal relationships, living in rich people's world where he can just do whatever the fuck he wants. Or. He could be one bad day away from being a chaotic-evil type of supervillain, because it's almost like he's doing everything he possibly can to lure and provoke Takao into battle while holding the façade of smiles and politeness. And the funny thing is that Takao doesn't even notice his intimidation attempts (while Kyouju falls for them at every step)

But, exactly, how manipulative is he? And, more importantly, is he even aware of it? Let's assume the worst about him for a second, that everything he did and said had the purpose to push buttons and provoke a reaction. Then just in episode 34 we have the following:

- He reserves the whole Louvre knowing that the Bladebreakers were going around famous tourists attractions

- He immediately interrupts Takao and makes him waste time on honorifics before letting him speak

- He invites Takao and Kyouju, two guys clearly not dressed for the occasion and who probably don't know proper etiquette, to his high class, really expensive restaurant, serves them delicious food he cooked himself, and even implies that he could kick everyone else out if he wanted to

- He namedrops that one guy from Team Who, in a conversation that really wasn't going in that direction, and then uses the bait to imply that he's much stronger than those guys, knowing fully well that Takao was having a hard time the previous day against them

- He basically corners Takao into battling in the middle of a fucking public park, knowing that there are a lot of people around and everyone wants to see the French champion battle

Now. The thing is, I can't prove he's the Machiavellian mastermind I suspect him to be, and the only way this whole thing works is that, in this episode, Olivier somehow got Takao and Kyouju alone and the rest of the team (Kai in particular) is not there to call Olivier out on his bullshit.

On the Eiffel Tower, at the very end of ep 33, Olivier did mention, among other things, that he has unresolved business with Team Who, and it's Kai that questions him to get more information. And what does Olivier do? He immediately cuts him off with "none of your business" and basically flees. We even get a reaction shot of Kai. Afterwards, Kai goes around trying to find out more information about Olivier on his own, and spies on the battle unseen. What's going on here? Well, Kai is not like his teammates, he's not naive, he knows what manipulation looks like and I think Olivier realizes it. That's why Olivier doesn't even try to play dumb with him like he does with basically everyone else, and that's why Kai circumvents the problem by playing bully with random kids instead of trying to confront him directly.

And I know all of this may be "chemicals are making the frogs gay" level tinfoil, but come on, just look at Olivier's reaction when Takao barges into the Louvre and somehow finds him. What does he looks like he's thinking?

At the end, it doesn't really matter, because Olivier doesn't win like he expects. Granted, at this point he can't lose - because the arc has just begun and Takao needs to work harder, and because Olivier already shit-talked Team Who in two different occasions while the writers want them to be a legit threat for the Bladebreakers. But Olivier can't win either, because we're already at the end of episode 34, we have three teams to juggle, and Takao can't keep losing and having to fight against the same people the whole arc. So they tie… and Olivier is shook. He miscalculated. For some reason this guy, this clueless, impulsive idiot, didn't lose immediately and neatly like he expected. And since Olivier does have honor, and respects people stronger than him, he immediately changes his tone, shuts down the peasants that don't understand these kind of things, and he starts treating Takao like an actual person (kinda).

Option A) Oh, what's this guy doing here while the Louvre should be closed?

Option B) How lucky, I caught him alone

One thing that stands out, though, is that he is the one member of the Euro Team who never loses. They had reasons to make his fight with Takao a tie, but why did they make him tie with Rei? Although I do have my own little theory about this, I noticed that he's the only member of the Euro Team that actually has other things going on in his life other than beyblade. The guy is rich, he is very interested in art, he works as a chef and wins culinary competitions. The fact that he's probably a bored psychopath is balanced by the fact that he seems to have his personal life together, he doesn't put his whole worth into spinning tops clashing against each other, and he has the self-confidence to admit when he was wrong. Which is… more than we say about the other European guys.

So, I'm thinking, because this is called Beyblade theories on crack after all, and there's too much reasonable stuff in this post so far… maybe the writers wanted to use the Euro Team to make a point about not winning, and being ok with it, and they really couldn't make it with the Bladebreakers because they are the protagonists. They can't lose - not permanently. Olivier doesn't win, twice, and… he's shook that he miscalculated, he seems to be honestly confused, his whole drive is not winning, but understand what's going on. That's why he sends the Bladebreakers to Giancarlo, that's why he convinces him to bring them to Ralf, he does want to study Takao, and… is he using the rest of the Euro Team as guinea pigs? Or did he notice something that's missing in them, and subconsciously wants to fix it?

Here's my hot take, and the conclusion to this dumb post. Olivier is not aware of his own machinations. He's a natural manipulator and he has a talent to read people or get info out of them, and he mainly does this by playing dumb and wait until people scream at him who they are and what they want. He reads the Euro Team, he reads the Bladebreakers, and realizes one thing: they could help each other. He baits Takao with the prospect of more beybattles and then follows him to see what happens. If it's chaos, good, if it's some life lesson, better. He manages to get Giancarlo on board and the both of them, combined with Takao, eventually get to Ralf. But what Olivier doesn't realize is that the very thing that he is subconsciously asking Giancarlo, Johnny, and Ralf to fix, is their inability to lean on other people, their skeptical and wary natures, their need to be perfect, without weaknesses, in the eyes of the world; and if Olivier was aware of his own machinations he would have realized sooner that, all this time, all he wanted was to have friends. And if I’m right about anything about this, then the writers will have done a good job with at least one member of the Euro Team, because it’s not only a fucking genius way to introduce the arc, the team, and the theme, but he’s also a damn good character.

I love this guy.

#beyblade #bakuten shoot beyblade #olivier boulanger #euro team #beyblade theories on crack #but wait #there's more #I'm just waltzing into the fandom with posts no one asked for #but I'm rewatching beyblade 2001 and it's a blast #also sorry if I made mistakes #english is not my first language #and i'm drunk and tired

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echidnapower · 4 years

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EP’s FanFiction Master Post

So this is something I should have done a long time ago on my previous account, but better late than never. For those of you who find me, this is going to be a place where you can find all the fics I’ve written over the years. This will be added to over time as I fight to revive my muse.

It’ll be categorized by fandom, so you can quickly find what you do or don’t want to read. Here we go.

Pokemon

A Valentines Dream Come True - It's Valentines Day, and a certain redheaded Gym Leader is finally getting to enjoy it with the boyfriend of her dreams. During their time together, they get into a little discussion about dreams, and Ash doesn't wanna tell her his! So to get him to spill, she tells him her dreams...when she finally learns Ash's dream...will both their dreams come true? - Based on a drawing from @miyatoriaka, which can be found HERE.

AAML: Diamond and Pearl Version - Follow me as I remake the DP episodes in order and in sequence, all so I can add the biggest star besides Ash himself. Misty! Watch her and Ash's love grow as they go on their journey. The absolute LONGEST story in my portfolio, and you will see my writing evolve the longer you go on. Be prepared for a massive read that even now is STILL going.

All I Want For Christmas Is You - It's Christmas time and the Ketchum household is hosting a party with all of Ash's friends. But while Ash and Misty dance around their feelings for each other, another Sensational Sister is about to find herself in a situation she never could have expected, but she'll be darned if she lets it slip through her manicured fingers. (Spinoff of @hollylu-ships-it‘s "A Christmas in Kanto" comic which can be found HERE.

Best Friend - "Why? Why did I have to be so stupid as to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend?" - Story told in Misty’s POV.

Blessings From Heaven - I'm Ash Ketchum, and I'm getting married today! But how did this come to be? Through God's devine planning is how. Here's my story: I'm marrying Misty. - Warning for religious themes, told in Ash’s POV.

I Miss You - Misty misses Ash terribly, and it's affecting her emotionally as she's more irritable than usual, if that was even possible. But Daisy has a plan to get Ash to come and see Misty again. Will her plan have the desired effect? Or will it cause something she never could've seen coming? - Based on a trio of drawings from the long lost Simply-Nicole. The old art can be found on my dA page HERE, HERE, and HERE.

I’m Misty, and You Are? - Misty tells the story we all know and love...literally. She's telling the story. Based on artwork from the long lost Simply-Nicole, which can be found on my old dA page HERE.

Keep The Faith - This time it's May and Drew getting married, and it takes place in the "Blessings From Heaven" universe. Warning for religious themes.

Looks - It's Ash's birthday and all of his friends have gathered together in the woods to reminisce on the time they spent traveling with their favorite Pokemon Trainer. But something's about to happen that could change the way that Ash and Misty look at each other forever…the question is, is it for the better?

Lovesick - Kenny is feeling strange...he feels like he's sick...but is he really ill? Or is he just lovesick?

Madam Zara - When Misty decides to get experimental with her appearance, she finds herself in the hands of a world-famous beautician named Madam Zara. With most of Misty's makeovers ending less than ideally, will this be the one to shatter the mold? And how will Ash react? - Based on a drawing and idea from @hollylu-ships-it which can be found HERE.

Our Own Sunset - Ash and Misty watch the sunset together, but Misty's bothered by it. - Set in the AAML: Diamond and Pearl version universe.

Pokeshipping Week 2015 - My first time participating in Pokeshipping Week ever, hard to believe it was five years ago.

Pokeshipping Week 2016 - This year of Pokeshipping saw me collab with @hollylu-ships-it, you can see the art she put together on her Tumblr page.

Symptoms of Love - Ash and Tracey are hit by a Vileplume's Stun Spore, and Misty has to fend for herself in order to find a cure. But once she gets Ash back to health, Ash still feels many of the same symptoms from before. Why is that?

Tell Me I’m Pretty - It isn't easy being the youngest sister, especially when your oldest sister is getting married and you're the only one without a date for the once in a lifetime event. Misty can't help but feel like she doesn't measure up somehow, but a surprise visit from her closest friend is sure to make her feel pretty once more. - Inspired by THIS piece from @hollylu-ships-it.

The Road Not Taken - When Ash gets some bad news from home, he goes into a depression and starts doubting both himself and the choices he's made. But luckily, someone is there with him to remind him he's loved and cared about. - Based on yet another drawing from @hollylu-ships-it. Look at it HERE.

Warmth - It's New Years Eve, and the recently married Ash and Misty Ketchum are ready to host their first ever holiday party at their home together, but when a snowstorm makes it so no one can arrive safely, Misty is saddened. But will they really end up spending their New Years Eve alone? Or will surprise visitors warm their hearts?

Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go

Iron Girl - A robot girl who hates the fact she's a robot...will she realize just how important she is or will she continue to simply wallow in self-pity?

War Between the Living and the Dead - The war between the living and the dead has begun, and the Hyperforce has to go up against their biggest challenge yet. But with help from their allies across the galaxy, they can triumph! Or can they? This is my take on what Season 5 would've been, plugging plotholes and making sense out of a series that left us all hanging.

Buzz Lightyear of Star Command

Reflections of a Legend - Buzz Lightyear Personal Log - Stardate 92893.81. I don't quite know how to explain this, or what I'm feeling, so I guess I'll just start talking and tell you what's on my mind. There's someone I just can't get out of my head, and truthfully, I'm not sure I want to. - This is a first-person dive into Buzz’s character.

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Kim Possible

Angels Watching Over Me - Kim and Ron are going down a dark path that could eventually end in their own destruction...literally, not figuratively. When the Sloth dangles over a cliff that holds their fate in the balance, who will come in their time of need? How about...someone they never could have dreamed? - Based on a true story, warning for religious themes.

Busted - Hana wants cookie, Hana tries to get cookie, Hana gets caught trying to get cookie.

The Running Back - All-star Running back Ron Stoppable is about to face the biggest challenge of his life. He's got just a few seconds to win the championship for the Middleton Mad Dogs, but more importantly to him, he's got just a few seconds to make his girlfriend proud.

The True Meaning - Both Ron and Kim are well aware of the true meaning of Christmas, and that's why they're volunteering at a church's Bethlehem Revisited event to spread the word. Kim's happy to help and all, but...why is Ron calling her such a weird name? - Warning for religious themes.

Trick or Treat - Kim is pulling a trick on Ron, will it be a great treat, or is he about to suffer the wrath of Kim Possible? He has no clue, yet.

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Fillmore!

A Promising Tomorrow - Takes place immediately after the end of the episode "A Forgotten Yesterday." Fillmore's lost two of his old friends now and needless to say, he's tired of losing people to the darkness he was lucky enough to escape from. Luckily, Ingrid's there to show him that his efforts to rehabilitate his delinquent friends haven't exactly gone to waste. There's one person who's benefited.

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Miraculous Ladybug

You’re Loved - Adrien Agreste, Chat Noir, different identities but more alike than he would like to admit. No matter who he becomes at any given time, there's always something very important missing in his life. Will he ever find what he's looking for? Or is it possible he's always had it and never realized it?

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Beyblade

We Are One - Kai gave it his all battling against Brooklyn and his bit-beast Zeus. Now, after his close brush with death, Kai must summon the strength to go and support Tyson before disaster strikes the world. But there's no way he's strong enough to do it on his own...but thankfully, he won't have to, which is what Kai is about to learn. Sister story to "I Can't Lose You."

I Can’t Lose You - A week after Tyson's battle against the evil bit-beast Zeus and his trapped blader Brooklyn, the world is slowly making its way back to normal. Kai managed to survive and is recovering in the hospital, and Tyson is getting some much-deserved rest. But when Kenny comes to tell Tyson that Hilary has quit the team, he loses it, and goes to find out why. My first Beyblade story.

Save a Dance For Me - With the all new BBA launching with a gala to celebrate the occasion, Tyson finds himself in the uncomfortable position of needing to ask someone to be his date. He has someone in mind, but will his greatest beyblading rival get in his way and turn out to be his greatest rival in love?

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Teen Titans

Healing Touch - With several Titans pairing up, the lingering emotions are taking a toll on Raven's empathic senses and causing her to lose control of her own feelings. When she gives in and does something completely crazy, it's up to Beast Boy to pull her out of a dark place and bring her back to the light. - There is accompanying artwork from @hollylu-ships-it HERE and HERE.

More Than a Hero - I've learned a lot of lessons under Batman, he taught me everything I would ever need to know about being a superhero, about being Robin...but Starfire taught me how to be Dick Grayson, and she taught me how to fly. - Story from Robin’s POV, accompanying artwork from @hollylu-ships-it is HERE.

Robin Rising - Life is good for Dick Grayson, he's the leader of a team of superheroes he's blessed enough to call his family, and he's about to turn 18 which he figures will open up a whole new world of possibilities for him. But when his old mentor and "father" calls in, showing that he captured a criminal that had eluded the Titans forever, things get flipped upside-down. - Multichapter fic which is part of a much larger universe, plenty of accompanying artwork can be found over on @hollylu-ships-it‘s account. Go give her a follow and fav.

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Sonic the Hedgehog

A Light in Darkness - A small band of heroes go back in time to try and prevent a cataclysmic event that would eventually destroy all of creation as they knew it. But what is the nature of this threat? How dangerous is it? And how far will they have to go in order to stop it from viciously destroying all they hold dear? Features a deep cast of Sonic characters, and a very special OC owned by @e-vay

Anonymous - For Shadow the Hedgehog, Christmas doesn't mean what it means to his friends and the rest of the world. Instead, he has a self-appointed mission he needs to carry out. But this year, he may find something that he's never really had before, and it could change the way Shadow sees Christmas for the rest of his life.

Christmas Wishes - For ten years, Amy Rose has only wanted one thing for Christmas, and she's finally come to accept the reality that she'll never receive it. But a conversation with Rouge rekindles her hope and her Christmas spirit. Will she be let down again? Or will her one wish finally come true this year? Read to find out. (Sister story to my other story titled "Anonymous")

Comfort In the Storm - When a thunderstorm strikes and leaves Cream quivering in fright, it's up to Tails to find a way to alleviate his crush's fears, and maybe even give her a reason to enjoy thunderstorms instead of fearing them.

Cream Adventure DX: Author’s Cut - A redo of an old story. Cream finds a strange statue in the meadow, and she knows just who to go to to figure out what it is, but she gets more than she bargained for when she goes looking for him. What happens?

Dreams of an Absolution - Silver lays awake at night and reflects on his life in this apocalyptic world Iblis has destroyed...but most of his reflections revolve around a certain fire girl with lavender fur. He wants to be happy with her, but a warzone is a bad place to kindle love, and so every night he lays awake, and dreams of an absolution.

Relations - Knuckles has a problem. He's in love...but...that presents a very unique problem...or does it?

Running to the Point of No Return - Sonic is the fastest thing alive, and Amy is told that that's the biggest obstacle keeping her and Sonic away from each other. But what's she supposed to do to keep up with him, when there's NO ONE fast enough to keep up with him?

Scars - Some things that happen in life leave scars behind that go with us for the rest of our lives. For Miles "Tails" Prower, such a thing happened to him in the depths of space many years ago...the loss of his first true love...though the pain weakens and the scars fade, they never go away completely, and Tails has learned to live with and embrace that fact.

Seven Rings and Five Fingers In Hand - A redo of the final battle in Sonic and the Secret Rings, Sonamy style!

The Heart of Chao - Chao are adorable little creatures, and they make great pets for anyone who's looking for something to take care of. But there's more to chao than just being cute, they're filled with more heart and love than anyone can imagine, and that can sometimes lead to bringing others closer together. Here are just a few stories of that very thing happening to our favorite characters.

Trapped In This Machine - Sonic has seemingly fallen madly in love with Amy, but is this sudden romance truly sincere, or is it only skin deep, hiding something sinister underneath? - Inspired by a drawing from @e-vay, found HERE.

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annoyed-galaxy · 4 years

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Honestly as much as Eren/Levi grosses me out, I just tell myself most of them are probably projecting on Eren and move on. I block anyone who centers their blog on them or posts them untagged so I don't have to see it as much. As for Eren/Mikasa, I have mixed feelings because really the Jaegers had her for a year or less and she lived with Eren AND Armin as her only family for longer than she did being the Jaeger's foster daughter.

I, a long time ago, did ship Eren and Levi but that was almost 6 years ago when Season 1 just came out. And I got over that pretty quick. Coming back to AoT six years later and I realize Eren/Levi is kiiiiinda messed up. But I was about 11 when I shipped them. So you know, that young mind of "oh hey these boys look cute together". And now I'm older and realizing that yeah no that just doesn't work out. Not just because of the age, but there's no material to work with. Levi wouldn't hesitate to kill Eren because of the threat he posed. That changed as time went on, but there was just no chemistry to actually ship it, unlike other Levi ships. Most ship art I've seen of the two revolve around Eren in the maid outfit or some kinky dominatrix shit. And at this point it's an entire cringe fest. But I do see what you're saying about people projecting themselves onto Eren. I think that's maybe why younger me shipped Eren and Levi because I was obssesed with Levi. Still am, but not just because he's hot. Levi has become one of my favorite characters just because of how deep his character actually is. Not just a hot beyblade, OP badass, as 11 year old Lily thought. So I feel like most people who ship Eren/Levi are living some weird fantasies.

And as for Mikasa: I have always seen her as Eren's sister. Even if she did live with him and the Jaegers for a year, I've always thought of her as his sister. And same with Armin. I've always thought that Armin, Mikasa, and Eren were all brotherly and sisterly to one another. Such a close friendship that it's like family. Just because they're not related doesn't mean they're not family. They are all close friends and have very strong bonds so I see them as family. Especially after they lost so much together. And after Eren and Mikasa fought for Armin's life.

I don't know, those are just my views on them. Eren/Levi is fucked up and Eren/Mikasa just makes me uncomfortable because how I see the characters and their relationships.

#Attack on Titan #Aot #shingeki no kyojin #Snk #Eren Jaeger #Armin Arlet #Mikasa Ackerman #Levi Ackerman #Ship discussing

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dotzines · 5 years

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Artist Spotlights!

🎤 Chi 🥁 Chibi Dormouse 🎷 Chibsi

🎺 Chioma 🎸 Cirno Avery 🎻 Clark Holliday

Interview below the cut!

Introduce yourself

🎤 Hi! I'm Chi and I'm a self-taught digital artist! I have a lot of interests and most of them are constantly changing, but currently I'm into poetry, art, pokemon, haikyuu, and beyblade! You can find my art on tumblr and twitter @beypopswing! 🥁 Hi/Hello, I'm Chibi Dormouse. I'm freelance digital artist, that does loves to draw, write and read webcomics. I post my stuff on twitter (most frequently), instagram and I do have a links to my artstation, twitch, picarto and to my online shops if you like the content I create and support it but I think I am getting ahead of myself. Anyways, thank you for reading this and maybe checking out my stuff, bye! 🎷 Hello! My name is Chibsi! I am both a digital and traditional artist, but I mainly focus on digital. I like the colors pink and blue and penguins are my favorite animals. You can find me on instagram and Twitter! https://www.instagram.com/shutupchibsi/ https://twitter.com/shutupchibsi 🎸 Hey! I am Cirno! I am a matte painter and slowly becoming a 3d artist on the side! I mixa media so hard it turns inside out! You can find me on artstation http://artstation.com/vallanto where I post wips and gifs and my twitter where I moan about photoshop or DAZ crashing. https://twitter.com/Val__Lanto 🎻 I'm a digital illustrator, you can find me here: https://twitter.com/clarkh_illu

Do you do commissions post? Where can we find the info?

🎷 https://chibsi.wixsite.com/shutupchibsi/commission-info 🎸 https://drive.google.com/open?id=1mwhUQWFTpQpZUTRNkVXm44WP_PVDih5L 🎻 https://twitter.com/piezeth/status/1184606468382842881

Do you listen to music (or tv shows/films/anything else) when drawing?

🥁 Absolutely 🎷 Yes! I mainly listen to kpop or lofi hip hop 🎸 Yeah! I love some instrumental music usually leaning towards jazz or traditional classical music. Casiopea's Mint Jams and An Insatiable High by Masayoshi Takanaka for example. Good stuff that isn't to distracting but keep the silence away.

What’s your favorite music artist/band? If you could ask your favorite band/music artist one question, what would it be?

🎤 Janelle Monáe! I'd probably ask what her least favorite music genre is! 🥁 Holy crap, that's hard to pick one band/artist but if I had to pick - I'd say Daft Punk because they are oldest band/group I have listened to outside of Jazz and Blues. If I could ask them, a question I'd have to ask how do they do it - I mean, they have done many albums, movie soundtracks and the list that seems endless. I want to know how they do it without going stale and how did they get themselves to this point, I mean everyone starts somewhere but I'm curious about their start..? 🎷 Right now, my favorite band is BTS. And if I could ask them a question, I would ask them where there inspiration comes from. 🎸 My favourite Artist is Phil Collins. I know that sounds bad but my father had the exact bald spot as him so it was fate. That includes Genesis too! What would I ask him? Was her ever a fan of Yes?

Do you play an instrument? If not would you like to play one? Which one?

🎤 I play violin! This will be my 7th year of playing! 🥁 Sadly, no but I do have guitar from when I was little - I don't know if I was given lessons but I probably would give it a shot if I had the time and resources. 🎷 I play piano and used to play flute once upon a time. 🎸 I played the Cello untill just before I entered (British) College. Both my shoulder and my mother who carried the case are appreciative of me dropping it.

Which song(s) are you going to draw?

🎤 Electric Lady by Janelle Monáe and Oh No! by Marina and the Diamonds 🥁 Forever - Mystery Skulls 🎷 Singularity by V from BTS 🎸 I am creating two! One is Genesis's That's All, my Second piece is for Into Sandy's City by Bobby Prince 🎻 We Like Pizza - Pizza Kids

What do you expect from this zine?

🎤 I want to be inspired by other artists to explore techniques outside of my comfort zone and I'm hoping I can make some new friends too! 🥁 An experience, a chance to grow and get better while having fun! 🎷 To have fun creating art and looking at everyone else's pieces. I'm so excited to see everything come together. 🎸 Good music and about 30 new songs added to my playlist.

Anything else you want to add?

🥁 Um.. If you like the content once again - follow me on social media or check my artstation out. Other than that, peace and thank you once again! 🎸 A small tidbit of why I ended up doing Into Sandy's City. The comments on the song from Prince was what originally it was meant to have a piano in it, but the rest of the crew thought that piano was to soft and not tonally right. So he changed it to a harpsichord, and to his surprised they liked it. Just makes me laugh how people see a Piano and Harpsichord so vastly different. My Genesis song features heavy piano work, both DOOM and the That's All Video have a industrial / post apoc look to them but one features a piano, the other a harpsichord. I don't know where I am going with this.

#Chi #Chibi Dormouse #Chibsi #chioma #Cirno Avery #Clark Holliday #artist spotlight #loop #loop artists

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burnsopale · 6 years

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Before I sleep, Olivier/Giancarlo and Ralf/Johnny

Title: Before I sleep Pairing: Johnny/Ralf and Olivier/Giancarlo Rating: PG-13 Summary: Olivier knows them well by now, his friends.

Author’s notes: I delight in making Olivier a little manipulative and morally uncentered. It’s partly because of the English dub where he is a bit of a bully, but also because of the Japanese version where he fails to see the potential harm of his actions. He uses his powers for good, though, and that makes him facinating.

This one was started already, but I finished it at 1AM today. I don’t know how much sense it makes, but eh, it’s something. It’s being posted at 9AM because I lost my internet connection as I was about to post last night and was too tired to fix it. So ironically it was not posted “before I slept”.

It wasn’t often they shared hotel rooms, but a mistake had been made somewhere and so Olivier, Giancarlo, Ralf and Johnny found themselves in a midnight-dark hotel room with two luckily sizeable queens and neither the energy nor opportunity to do anything about it until morning. Olivier and Johnny grumbled about it all the way to bed, Johnny mostly because how dare they treat us this way and Olivier because he slept lightly and was probably going to wake every time someone turned over.

Ralf took it stoically, and Giancarlo had won against Ivan today and was in indefatigable good spirits.

“It’s like a slumber party!”

“Oh, fuck off.” Johnny had lost against Yuriy, and was handling it about as well as he usually did.

They stood around awkwardly and brushed their teeth in the cramped bathroom, silently judging each other’s pyjamas.

Olivier studied the four boys in the mirror, and pondered. In addition to their own match today, they had watched the Americans battle the Chinese team, and sat next to the BBA for the duration of it. Everyone had been so open and easy with each other, joking around, feelings on their sleeves, completely unguarded. Well, not Kai, but Kai was more like the Majestics anyway. Down on the floor, the two opposing teams had cheered for each other as much as for their own players. Even the Blitzkrieg Boys were obviously deeply comfortable in each other’s company.

It had made Olivier think of his own team.

He loved his three friends. They were family to him, with all the ups and down that entailed. They were eccentric and high strung and private, but now that they were under each other’s skin they were bound together for life. Olivier knew them well.

He hadn’t really been aware of them until that first European Beyblade championship, when all four of them had burst onto the international scene like debutants at their first ball, but once they had stood on the victors' podium together, he had become insatiably interested in them.

It hadn’t taken him long to make Giancarlo open up to him. After a few months of bumping into each other at parties and Beyblade events, and then a long weekend in Paris, Giancarlo had told Olivier pretty much every secret he owned. He was Olivier’s now, his loyal, contrite pup, so eager to be better. And then sometimes he’d turn around and say something downright insightful and Olivier would be surprised to find himself known in turn. Sometimes he would spend the night in Giancarlo’s arms, and feel comforted and protected in a way he hadn’t known he needed.

In general, Ralf and Olivier were more reserved, Johnny and Giancarlo more emotional. Ralf and Olivier got along well for this reason, but it meant it had taken longer before Ralf had let Olivier get close. Olivier was a patient hunter, though, and after a number of mellow evenings reading in companionable silence, invigorating discussions of art and philosophy, fencing matches and blustery car rides through the French countryside, Ralf had slowly begun to share little bits and pieces of his inner life. His complicated feelings towards his late parents, his sense of not being quite like normal people, and how much he resented the world that demanded he conform. And his confusion at his own growing attachment to Johnny. Olivier could still vividly recall one particular late night confession, hidden behind dark curtains and whispered into a deep glass of wine.

“I want to make him kneel.”

It had suited Olivier just fine that Ralf wanted to take charge of Johnny. Someone had to.

He had tried, of course, to become Johnny’s confidant too. He had invited the boy to France, and it had been a pleasant enough weekend, at the end of which Johnny had walked into the airport with a knowing, jaunty wave and left Olivier feeling like he’d run into a brick wall. Somehow, the click of the lock opening, the moment of thawing, had just never come. At first, he couldn’t figure out what he was doing wrong. He tried again, and again, coaxing, pulling gently at threads, making himself agreeable and hospitable and friendly. He had even given up some secrets of his own, and been shaken when it yielded nothing in return. Johnny remained an unassailable fortress, deflecting most of Olivier’s attempts with glee, but growing moody and snappish if pushed too far. He could happily talk Beyblading or sports or music for hours, but it never got personal.

Giancarlo didn’t understand Olivier’s frustrations. “He talks to me about all kinds of things. I don’t know what you’re so upset about, cara. Just give him time.” Olivier had grilled Giancarlo vigorously to discover if Johnny had simply chosen someone else to unburden himself to, but no, they were just a little friendlier with each other than Johnny was with Olivier.

Give him time? No, Johnny was doing it on purpose. It could not stand!

The click, when it came, was not of a lock opening, but of the puzzle pieces falling into place. They had all been gathering at Ralf’s for the weekend, an unusual thing at the time, and since Giancarlo had yet to arrive and Ralf didn’t give rematches, a bored Olivier had suggested to Johnny that they blade.

Johnny had gone pale, then red, said something incoherent about how Olivier wasn’t good enough and anyway Johnny didn’t have his blade with him, neither of which was true. Olivier had shared a look with Ralf, and pretended to let it go.

The next time he was asked to attend a local Beyblade event, he had called Johnny and asked if he wanted to join in.

“It’s a bit of publicity mostly, but it might be fun, and if we end with a match between you and me, we could really inspire the next generation … or, you know, show them they’ll never live up to us.”

He had expected the refusal before it came.

“I’ve … got a thing that day. Can’t make it.”

So there it had been again, but it takes three to make a pattern, so Olivier had tried one more time, when they were all gathered again.

“Hey, Johnny, I keep thinking about how we’ve never bladed.”

Johnny’s back had stiffened. “Hmm? So?”

“So, I want a challenge. Come blade with me. Let’s see who is better. Who knows, maybe I should have been in the finals.”

“In your dreams.”

There was the pattern.

“Do you have a stomach ache or something?” Giancarlo had wondered. “You always want to blade with me.”

Johnny had gone red again. “Fine! I’ll show you your place since you’re so eager.”

Ralf had said nothing, but he had watched every shift in Johnny’s expression.

Olivier would of course have liked to say that he won their match. He didn’t, though he gave Johnny plenty of trouble, at least. Johnny came at him with everything he had from the very beginning and stood his ground even when the entire stadium was shaking under Unicolyon’s hooves. Salamalyon darted in and out between Unicolyon’s legs, clawing at him, spewing fire, and slowly, Olivier felt how he and his sacred beast were being pushed back. In the midst of his frustration, Olivier had been distracted by curiosity. Johnny was doing just fine; he was incredibly strong, had extraordinary control over blade and beast, and Salamalyon was agile, quick and ferocious. So why had he been reluctant to battle Olivier?

Defeat came with a sudden impact that sent his pink Beyblade spinning out of the dish. Olivier felt disappointed, but he was not left empty-handed; Johnny laughed with delight and relief at his victory, and it told Olivier all he needed to know.

On the side-lines, Giancarlo smiled along and said “Try not to let it go to your head, eh, Johnny?”

But Ralf looked like his once-whispered desire was burning in him.

Much had changed since that moment, and some things had not. Johnny was still closed off against Olivier, except now it didn’t matter because Olivier had figured out how to read him; Johnny had taken his loss against Ralf much harder than anyone had known, and he had been frightened of what would happen if he battled Olivier and lost. What if he wasn’t even second, but third best? So he hid his insecurities, refused to battle Olivier, and hovered around Ralf in the hopes that he would change his mind about rematches.

Now Olivier knew all his friends well. He didn’t need more than a glance from Ralf before the lights were turned off to understand his intention. To help out, Olivier grabbed Giancarlo and fell into the nearest bed with him. This effectively left the other bed to Ralf and Johnny.

Johnny came out of the bathroom as the last one, and halted briefly when he realised the situation, but quickly pushed forward, going around to his bed and climbing in next to a seemingly indifferent Ralf.

“You’d better not plan to stay up and read; I want to sleep,” Johnny grumbled as he made himself comfortable, his back to Ralf.

“No, no. No reading,” Ralf promised, turning off the bedside lamp.

Olivier imagined he could hear Johnny’s heart pounding in the half-dark. "Good night," he said, turning off the final bedside lamp and plunging the room into blackness. Only at the edges of the curtains at the window did white city light still peek inside, but it didn't reach the beds.

Beside him, Giancarlo sighed in contentment. Olivier touched his shoulder and urged him to turn around, into Olivier's arms and away from the other two. Giancarlo made a small sound of inquiry, but Olivier put a finger to his lips and shushed him softly, before leaning in and kissing the place his finger had just been. Giancarlo acquiesced, adjusting them so they were lying deep in each other's arms and kissing quietly, but nuzzling up to Olivier's ear to whisper "What are you up to?" on a breath.

Olivier didn't reply, but let Giancarlo feel his smile in their next kiss. Then they settled down. Olivier closed his eyes and waited.

After a few minutes of silence and breathing, he heard the unmistakable sound of a body being pulled across the sheets, and imagined Ralf gathering Johnny into his arms. He heard Johnny’s whispered protest, muffled suddenly, and then the wet sounds of a deep kiss.

Some shuffling and another protest. “The others will hear-mh.”

More kisses, quick inhales between long silences and small moans.

Giancarlo ducked his head against Olivier's shoulder, a little embarrassed maybe, or maybe he had figured out Olivier's simple scheme.

Then the deep, smooth timbre of Ralf’s voice, impressive even as a whisper. “You did well today.”

A brief struggle. Outrage in Johnny’s hissed reply. “Don't patronise me-ah!”

Olivier couldn’t help himself; he peeked over Giancarlo's head and looked with adjusted eyes through the dark.

Ralf had pulled Johnny half on top of him, wrapped him in his arms, and was kissing his neck, hand stroking circles on his back under the covers, probably under his t-shirt.

Johnny's breath had gone shallow.

"Ralf ..." Johnny whispered.

But Johnny could protest all he liked; he belonged to Ralf and he knew it.

"You did well today," Ralf repeated with emphasis, and Johnny took a deep breath and rested his head on Ralf's chest and let the words sink in.

Olivier smiled, satisfied that his friends were happy again, kissed Giancarlo's forehead apologetically and settled in to sleep.

#Beyblade #BeyArMaMo #BeyArMaMo2018 #Judin writes #OlivierGiancarlo #RalfJohnny

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silverfae16 · 6 years

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Comparison? (Beyblade Burst ChouZ ep24 ep post comparison post)

Seeing that my usual weekly content has been dragged to a halt by uni coursework (nearly there!), I thought I’d tide you over with something I worked on for that...by which I mean I borrowed my ep post for ChouZ ep24 and edited it for my portfolio. Original post is here. (As a comparison point). Lemme know which version works better, I’m curious ^^

Spoilers ahoy, so under the cut we go~

This was one wild ride of an ep…

The first noticeable thing about this ep is the “baby’s first wordplay” in the title: ‘Achilles vs Xcalibur’, or in the original Japanese, “勇者（アキレス）VS勇者（エクスカリバー）！！”

For reference, that kanji “勇者 vs 勇者” would normally read “Yuusha VS Yuusha”; or “Hero VS Hero”. But both Achilles and Xcalibur are associated with heroes; Excalibur being the sword used by the British king of legend, Arthur, (fitting, then, that the main wielder of Xcalibur this season is a prince) and Achilles being the Greek near-invincible hero, so the writers decided to put the katakana for Achilles and Xcalibur as the furigana, or how the kanji is supposed to be read. It works as a double bonus; it tells who the ep centres on battle-wise (Aiga and Xhan respectively), but also uses the origins of the bey names for wordplay. Nice job there ^^

So, this ep was neatly split into two parts; the mini-adventure Aiga, Xhan and Laban had before the main tournament section (which was also a chance to develop Laban’s relationships a bit before the latter half of this ep) and then the battles in the second half. This is the episode where I seriously get convinced these boys have a stronger urge for adventure than common sense. I wonder which one came up with the race idea…and then roped the other two into it. Though to be quite honest, Xhan will just agree to anything that sounds fun and adventure-y (or something that will fire up his competitive spirit, either or).

I had honestly wondered how these three would interact with one another, as while Aiga and Laban get on, and Xhan and Aiga are rivals… we haven’t really seen Laban and Xhan interact. So, this was a nice bonding part. (It also made sense because these are 11- to 12-year-old children who will do this sort of stuff)

If it wasn’t for the fact that their bonding moment was done because they went on a “trip” and didn’t tell anyone except for Naru (who later was the one to break the news that three children, including a prince, have gone missing), this would have been a nice easy-going episode. But you just know that anything could happen to these idiots because unlike the ghost ship episode, none of this was planned, so there is this underlying sense of danger.

And of course, things very quickly go to hell when disaster strikes, and the boys must deal with lightning, nearly get killed by a flaming tree and then falling rocks…and then get trapped in a cave. Be glad you didn’t have your probably-collapsible cane out (how else does this child just bring the thing out whenever), Xhan, otherwise you may have become a lightning conductor.

Speaking of that damn cane, I am so not surprised the thing lights up. It just fits Xhan’s adventurous nature (and came in handy for this ep, given they got trapped in a dark place).

I think what I loved was how each child helped each other out while stranded; Xhan has his martial arts+ that cane; Aiga has his resonance with Achilles (which saved Xhan from getting crushed), and Laban has his wilderness survival skills such as being able to hunt and communicate with the animals around. Stuff like dealing with a problem together does bring people together at least a little bit, so for these three, it was easier to form a bond due to their similar personalities. While at first there was some fighting between the rivals, after they were trapped within the volcano in the centre of the island, they started working together.

So, if the first half was “fun with a little of wtf”, the second half of this ep was “WTF” thanks to Phi! Not least because of this lovely image (poor Laban seeing that…), where Phi was entirely in shadow with what appeared to be Phoenix behind him…and an ominous blue eye where Phoenix’s head would be.

As anticipated, Phi won…and broke Leopard as well. Ow. I’d imagine this was to show Laban that you don’t peek into Phi’s soul and get away with it, but I felt sorry for Laban. He’s adorable, but he’s now been effectively sidelined. I just hope this doesn’t mean more bey murders are on the way…

I have a feeling Aiga witnessing Phi destroy Leopard is…going to have interesting consequences, considering Achilles suddenly glowed black. This is going to be fun.

Other than that, the Fubuki vs Kyle match was nothing special and ended in Kyle being eliminated…but I have a feeling we’re not done with him either. We still don’t know who he was working for, and I’m not sure what his interest in Phi is all about, but I’m not sure that’ll end well.

The focus fight, as indicated in the title, was Xhan vs Aiga, and oh boy this was fun to watch. I love that Xhan’s fire has finally been properly lit and that he got what he was looking for. Xhan’s primary character arc (find his Rival) has been completed as of this episode, though I have a feeling his next Quest will be uncovering the power of resonance. Since he apparently had no idea what that was (mind you, neither did Aiga until Fubuki told him back in episode 21), it seems his journey continues. Hopefully he’ll work with Xhaka on this one, given that he looks up to his mentor figure so much.

That being said, I seriously felt for him, because that loss must have been so frustrating. Like, he’s still got a star left, but I’d imagine his problem was that finally he’s got what he wanted…and he still lost? Not sure if he has this buried sense of “I have to do my best for my country”, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he did ><

So, this was a pretty fun ep ^^ It definitely made it clear that Phi was a threat, seeing as he caused the first bey murder of the season (not counting destructions in flashbacks), made us feel for Laban (even if the first half of the episode felt like his swansong before he was shafted), and overall set some other character arcs in motion.

#silver talks #beyburst things #not going in the tag since it isn't a true ep post #the original post was one of the long ep posts I'd done so it came in handy #main change was the lack of screenshots since Sophie was trying to make it easier for herself when it came to referencing #also yeah this is a one-off post; I just thought this would be fun to do

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Aoki Takao website translations post #1

i come with actual content today, we were discussing the bakuten shoot concept art that aoki has published on his website and there was some really goddamn funny stuff in there that i haven’t seen translated by anyone here so i just started doing it myself. here’s the first three pages where aoki talks about the early manga and stuff. i made these translations pretty fast so the language isn’t super perfect or anything but who cares lbr. texts in square brackets are my own additions. (i’ll translate more later, i got actual things to do today!!)

Preface

"While a manga is in the manuscript phase, it belongs to the author. Once it's become a book, it belongs to the readers." That's always been my philosophy for doing manga. I didn't talk much about Bakuten Shoot Beyblade after the serialization ended in 2004, so I only hoped that the characters would keep living on in the readers' hearts. However, since the RISING sequel was serialized in 2016 in CoroCoro Aniki, and in 2019 it's been 20 years since Beyblade was first serialized, I decided to celebrate the anniversary by showing how it got to the present point and release the character creation stories and concept materials little by little.

- Aoki Takao, 5 May 2018

Manga Bakuten Shoot Beyblade: Page 1

Preface

In spring 1999, CoroCoro Mikku offered me the opportunity to begin the serialization of a new hobby manga about beigoma spinning tops (beyblades). When I tried playing with the prototype of a beyblade before they were officially launched, I got the image of a martial arts-like sport. I decided to include the spirit of the sports anime I used to watch as a child in the series. A story about a main character who can use cool special powers and grow by fighting against rivals and cultivating friendship with them.

The presentation of Beyblade

Beyblades were officially launched in July, and the serialization started around the same time. I wasn't familiar with the readers of CoroCoro yet, so I had no idea whether they would find the series charming. I created the characters of Beyblade with the thought that I somehow needed to make the readers empathize with spinning tops that are so tiny they fit on the palm of a hand. I used the four Chinese gods of the four directions (Seiryuu, Suzaku, Byakko, Genbu) as a motif and made them into the four holy beasts dwelling in the beyblades, and made it a story about the bladers chosen by them. Like this, the concept of it being a story about four main character boys happened very naturally.

The three characters

Before the manga was planned, there was a promotion for a Game Boy Color game about a Beyblade game as “the next generation of beigomas”. I decided from the beginning that the three characters I designed for the game would also appear in my manga.

(Takao, the protagonist) An energetic and cheerful boy who loves Beyblade. Uses the bey “Ultimate Dragoon”.

(Kai, the rival) The cool leader of a gang named Shell Killers who hates Beyblade. Uses the bey “Frostic Dranzer”. [?? idk if frostic is right?]

(Shippuu no Jin, the mysterious ninja blader) Uses the bey “Saizoo” [??]. There was no image of Jin, so I’m using one I’ve drawn later.

However, the manga serialized on CoroCoro was not a comic version of the game but a completely original work. I got to freely work on the personalities and personal histories of the three characters. Therefore I constructed the world of the comic without paying much attention to the game’s contents and didn’t play the game.

This is the complex explanation behind the main character sharing my own name, “Takao”.

Creating the manga characters

I started from adapting Takao and Kai into the concept of the four holy beasts.

Main Character “Takao”

His bey is Dragoon (carrier of a dragon musket) so his holy beast is Seiryuu. To match the wu xing theory, I decided to make his surname Kinomiya to match the element of wood (“ki”). His personality is very CoroCoro protagonist-like, he’s energetic and cheerful and always tries his best. He loves bey battles. His skills are of high level. He lost his mother when he was very young, and his father and big brother are archaeologists working on excavations and doing research abroad. He lives together with his grandfather from his father’s side.

Rival “Kai”

Since his holy beast is Suzaku, I derived his surname Hiwatari from the element of fire (“hi”). He has a cool personality and his skills are on the same level as the main character’s, or even higher. His family owns a big company. Since the game’s concept of him hating beyblade was very unique, I decided to use it and make the reason behind it his antagonism with his father. (Details about him were the same as in the manga.)

Since he hunts beyblades as an act of revenge, I made the setting such that he has subordinates (the Shell Killers).

Shippuu no Jin

Since I thought it unreasonable to make Jin, who was an adult, a rival of the elementary school kids, I made him Takao’s older brother who watches over his little brother from the shadows. “Jin” is the Chinese reading of the kanji in his name, so I made his real name “Hitoshi”. [hitoshi is the Japanese reading of the same kanji]

Since the bladers of Byakko and Genbu appear much later, they didn’t have character designs yet.

So I created the Beyblade expert “Kyouju” and Takao’s grandfather “Ryuunosuke” next.

Kyouju

He’s Takao’s classmate and a Beyblade researcher. I created him after the image of an elderly university professor.

Kinomiya Ryuunosuke

Takao’s grandfather who lives with him. The master of the Ryuushinken sword.

Story

I wanted the story be like 里見八犬伝 [i have no idea what that is ngl] where the protagonist fights through several rivals, keeps running into legendary bladers, and once all four are present, the story takes a dramatic turn.

Like this the serialization began in 1999, first with a special in the August volume of CoroCoro Mikku and then as a monthly series starting from the September volume.

Manga Bakuten Shoot Beyblade: Page 2

Special techniques

When Beyblade began its serialization, I kept in mind that I needed to convey the charm of beys to the readers somehow and wanted to make the battles feel real. However, I struggled with the manga not really getting popular. I felt like, despite trying to convey the realism of how fun and intense the battles were, in practice it didn’t feel the same as it would have in real life, so I decided to take it to a more dramatic direction. I made them use special techniques where the spinning causes tornadoes, flames, thunder and other such unrealistic effects to happen. This is how the special techniques that are now used in the currently serialized RISING originally came to exist.

Max and Rei

I had planned that the bladers of Genbu and Byakko wouldn’t appear until much later, so I hadn’t yet created characters for them when the manga was serialized. However, since Takara Tomy created beyblades for the four holy beasts to fit the manga series, I had to come up with the other two characters.

“Max”

His holy beast is Genbu. From the wu xing element of water (“mizu”), his surname is Mizuhara. He has a cheerful personality and he’s always smiling. I modeled his battle style to rely on defense based on the tough shell of a turtle. (Details about him were the same as in the manga.)

“Rei”

His holy beast is Byakko and wu xing element metal, so I named him Kon Rei [“kon” is one reading for the kanji for metal; also aoki uses the kanji for plum for “rei” here]. He’s Chinese and from a clan of people with fangs. He’s extremely agile and his bey battle skills are top level. Originally I was going to give him a braid, but I settled down with the current style with the image of a tiger’s tail in mind. His personality was such that outside battles he was only going to eat and sleep but having another mute character clashed with Kai, so Rei got more lines little by little. The above pictures are from the beginning, but his design somewhat changed as I drew more of the manga.

Like this, I made Max and Rei appear in the manga a lot earlier than intended to match the release of the parent beys of the four holy beasts.

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The big four of Shell Killers

“Hiruma Makoto, Tsukuba, Motegi, Suzuka”

These four characters basically appear to emphasize Kai’s strong presence and make him appear stronger. There were originally only going to be one or two of them, but as I doodled character designs at the bottom of the manuscript, I was so pleased with the drawings that I decided to increase their number in the opening scene of the next episode. By the way, in the last volume of the comic (vol 14), Takao’s future child is named Kinomiya Makoto, but the name is not related to Hiruta in any way. I had completely forgotten that I had named Hiruta “Makoto” in the past, so it was my mistake. The names of Tsukuba, Motegi and Suzuka come from race track sports.

“Mizuhara Tarou”

Max’s father who runs a hobby shop. Back when he first appeared together with Max’s first appearance, I hadn’t yet made any plans concerning his wife (Judy). In RISING I drew him with a smaller beard so he has a somewhat more youthful appearance.

“Daitenji Kogorou”

President of BBA (Beyblade Battle Association). He appears in vol 2 as a representative of the organization in charge of battle tournaments. The image behind his character is a kind old man who watches over the young blader boys and girls. The model of his design is detective Hercule Poirot as played by the famous actor David Suchet in the British television series “Agatha Christie’s Poirot” in 1998—2013. I loved the way Suchet’s Poirot was playful while overflowing with kindness, so I used him as reference. By the way, the name Kogorou is also linked to the detective theme and was derived from 明智. [no i don’t know who that is either]

“Hiwatari Souichirou”

Kai’s grandfather. The chairman and director of the Hiwatari Enterprise, he’s not only a dictator of the company but also has a dominant attitude toward his family. He’s an important character regarding the discord between Kai and his father (Susumu). He’s not modeled after anyone in particular, but the name Souichirou is from the founder of Honda, the car-making company.

Bit chip characters

In 2000, the line-up of Beyblade toys was expanded with lots of new products. I was requested by Takara Tomy to design more characters for them. I had no plans to include them in the manga, so they became bit chip characters rather than holy beasts.

Design concept for “Mechanical Seiryuu”. Regarding the number of its claws, Takao’s Seiryuu is designed after the imperial dragon with five claws, so I gave this one three to make a difference. I later used it as a bit chip character in the model used by Shippuu no Jin, Metal Dragoon.

“Armed Dragoon, Dranzer, Draciel, Driger”

I was requested to design armed versions of the four holy beasts. I also didn’t have any plans to include them in the manga, so they are bit chip characters only. They have been used in video games.

#beyblade #bakuten shoot beyblade #im wheezing at max and rei just being fucking.....randomly put together trash

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blade-revolutions · 6 years

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Beyblade | Human {Zeo Zagart}

A/N: This is a small piece for the art trade I did with @idrawprettyboys / @mangakamarie . I hope you enjoy.

I couldn’t post it on fanfic so here it is <3

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EVERYTHING STOPPED.

Zeo's world came to a standstill when Cerberus came to a halt across him. His eyes widened, lips parted with bewilderment and disillusionment. His mind couldn't process this loss, this humiliating loss.

He had stolen many bit-beasts -Kai and Max's included- some of the strongest beybladers in the league. And still, it wasn't enough to stop Tyson Granger from winning because winning was the only path for Tyson, Zeo surmised.

Tyson Granger...he was probably clueless as far as a loss is concerned. Heck, Zeo doubted if he had ever heard of it. Did Tyson know how it was to suffer? How was it to lose the once in a life time opportunity of becoming a real boy. A carefree boy, a boy with feelings, a boy with veins underneath his skin, not mechanisms. A boy with a real life ahead of him and a beating heart.

He would never know.

Zeo closed his eyes briefly before prying them open again. He was positive Tyson would boast about his victory in front of everyone and he tried to fight off the urge of rubbing his forehead.

He shook his head.

It was in Tyson's nature to be cocky and he shouldn't blame him for that. He had the right to after his victory. He understood because that's the way he'd react too. He'd become real. Now, it was a fantasy turning into ash.

Zeo bowed his head, clenching his launcher. He couldn't continue like this. It was all over now.

When Tyson addressed him, he wasn't sure if he could handle the teasing. No, he definitely wouldn't handle it. Droplets of sweat formed on his forehead, the launcher almost slipping from his tight hold.

He wanted Tyson to be callous and mean, to make fun of him along with his friends for not being a blader to meet their standards because it would give him a reason to hate them and stay away from them, to cut all the strings of communication. However they weren't like the majority of people.

While most of them wouldn't spare him a second glance, Tyson and the Bladebreakers accepted him not only a friend, but as a member of their team, as a Bladebreaker. From that moment he knew he wouldn't find people with kindness anywhere.

"What's wrong with being a little different?"

Tyson's words had his gaze shooting up to his. There was mirth and mischief gleaming into the champion's eyes and Zeo had to purse his lips from spitting out a retort. How did he dare to say that? Everything was wrong. He wasn't as free as the people around him. From the moment he found out the truth about himself, he constantly carried the weight of not being a real boy on his back.

Unable to voice his thoughts aloud, he stared at Tyson with mild shock. Zeo's lack of response prompted Tyson to continue. "Think about it. There are probably one thousand things you can do that I could never do. It's true you know."

Tyson's words dispersed the rage which clouded his mind. For once, he could think straight. Life wasn't over because he was different. Ever since he heard the truth he was stunned by the fact he wouldn't be capable of experiencing and feeling the same things with others, he wouldn't be able to grow along with others. But that's fine.

Despite Tyson not saying the exact same words, he understood what he meant. That different isn't bad and definitely not something to be ashamed of. It was true his body possessed abilities his peers could never have. It was what made him who he is, he realized.

The knot in his stomach loosened. It was okay to be a little different.

It was okay.

***

"HOW MANY TIMES I'VE TOLD YOU NOT TO BE STUPID?"

Hilary Tachibana slaps Tyson's finger with her spoon, distracting him successfully from having a taste of the whipped cream on her delicious cake. Tyson gasped before yelling shortly, blowing on his finger to alleviate the pain. Hilary didn't have to be so cruel. Besides, it wasn't as if he was planning it on eating it all by himself. If he even dared to do so, Hilary would not only speak to him again, but would break up with him.

Sheesh.

Okay, he was overreacting. She wouldn't break up with him but give him hell about not listening to her and acting childishly. It wasn't his fault though - she was a really great cook.

For a moment the thought of voicing the words in his mind aloud crossed and a faint smirk curved his lips. Hilary would blush, not entirely used to receiving compliments from guys -even her boyfriend of two years and best friend, Tyson Granger himself. He was certain this would make her forget any insults she had planted on the tip of her tongue for him, which suited him just fine.

He stared at the counter from his peripheral vision and his brow furrowed, his red eyes narrowing. The marble surface was tinged with flour here and there while most of the space was occupied by the ingredients she had used - sugar, milk, baking powder and so on. Pity he couldn't lift her on it and numb her thoughts completely, to the point she would be able to remember only his name.

He watched her thoughtfully as Hilary opened the oven, a rush of heat attacking her cool cheeks. She slid in carefully the second cake she'd baked today for the reunion party, hoping it'd be as good as the previous one. She then turned to him, one hand at her hip, the other gripping the table. "You know patience is an important virtue. One you severely lack."

Tyson's jaw dropped briefly. She didn't just say that. Damn she was so savage at times, he thought.

He was ready to fire back a retort when Hilary gave him her infamous 'done with your shit' glare. She placed her palm in the air, gesturing him to say no more.

"If you're even thinking of responding with 'patience wasn't my strong suit anyway' you better stop right there. So far, if calmness isn't your strong suit or patience, or being mature or God knows what else, then what is your strong suit? I'm saying this because I've been keeping a list of all your qualities and there's a serious problem here."

Tyson was searching her face for any traces that would indicate she was joking as usual. There were none.

This unsettled his nerves. His stomach was clenching and churning. Did she really see him as nothing special? Was he that plain or stupid - a stark contrast to her high standards?

Is she actually serious?

Is she planning to dump me?

Tyson is staring at her with both curiosity and anxiety. When he was fourteen, he had vowed not to let any woman have any kind of power over him, he wouldn't allow to any of them the ability to bring him on his knees. Not when they weren't worthy and a pain in the ass. And yet, here he was, hanging from Hilary's words, wondering how royally screwed up he was.

It was at that moment he realized how naive he must have been to be so sure -that there wasn't a woman worthy of his time to be serious about- and full of himself. Apparently life decided this was the right time to pay for all his cockiness.

Hilary glared at him for another full second before letting her lips turn upwards into a smile and bursting with laughter.

What the hell?

He continued watching her patiently, bewildered and lost. Realization began dawning upon him and his lips closed in a thin line. She was just toying with him and scowled, his fingers curled into a fist.

Who did she think she was to play with his emotions like that?

Hilary's laughs weren't helping the situation and as she approached to give him a reassuring kiss on lips - that this was all a joke to light up the tension from the last college exam in their lives since graduation is approaching soon. He swiftly pinned her on the couch, climbing on top of her, noting that the gloves she was wearing to protect her hands from burning had slipped off.

Hilary's laughter immediately died on her lips. "What do you think you're doing, Tyson?" she whispered, her breath shallow as she observed him. He may not be as strikingly gorgeous as Kai or other males she'd met in university, but he was handsome. There was no doubt about it. Plus, there was something about him that did her in every time. In the beginning of their relationship, she was stubborn and refused to admit it to herself, but Tyson's personality was her favorite thing as far as he's concerned. He was playful and kind, fierce and stubborn and a jerk sometimes, especially when he lost in a bey battle, but it was a part of his charismatic persona. After all they'd been through, she wouldn't want him to change one bit.

Tyson grinned mischievously and Hilary bit her lip, unwillingly drawing Tyson's gaze to it and increasing his hunger for her. He wanted her, he wanted to savour those rosy lips and do so much more but he was well aware that was not was she wanted right now. He was sure she wouldn't push him off if he ventured to remove her clothes but couch sex wasn't as comfortable as it was in the bedroom. He also remembered Hilary's habit of being precise and having everything well-time which included the cake. If she forgot it and it came out burned, she'd take away all kissing and sex rights.

Then again he thought she wouldn't have the heart to do it because even if she had trained herself to resist her wants, she wouldn't be able to resist him.

"I'm about to show you why toying with someone's feelings is cruel."

***

"Man, I can't believe the sun is glowing with the intensity of July." Max notes, wiping a bead of sweat on his forehead. Even though he came back in Japan to reunite with his friends/former teammates and feel some sort of relief from the high temperatures of America, there was enough heat to make their bodies sweat. He was grateful they wouldn't stay outside for too long.

New York wasn't bad, Max figured. He had made a lot of friends during university and kept attached with some of them, but they couldn't compare to his old teammates. They just weren’t the same. In addition, he needed a change of surroundings. He needed some time away from working many hours alongside Judy at the PPB centre, helping younger defensive type of bladers to enhance their skills and proving to them they didn't to purchase offensive type of beys to be equally strong with other bladers. Everyone was different and Max taught them to embrace that quality through beyblading. And in the end, would there be a point of everyone was the same?

"I feel like dying." Tyson complained, his shoulders slumping slightly.

Kai's eyes narrowed behind his black sunglasses. If Tyson considered putting on the drama queen act, he was out of here. "You're twenty one. Quit whining." He told him strictly.

"Aw come on Kai, don't tell me you expected Tyson to be serious or not dramatic, even after he's become an adult." Ray said to prevent any kind of tension from rising.

Kai sighed, his chest relaxing. "I guess not."

"Um, just a small reminder. I'm standing right here." Tyson pointed his index fingers at himself and scoffed. Such heartless friends.

"And what was it about me not being mature? Pssht I feel more open-minded than ever. I'm almost done with university and I'll begin lessons at the Dojo very soon." He informed them, pride lacing his words. He was looking forward to teaching kids the art of swords his Grandpa had passed down on him.

Kai smothered a smirk, the idiot left himself open for it. "There's a huge difference from feeling open-minded and actually being."

Ray and Max shared a knowing stare, covering their mouths with their hands. Kai's comebacks against Tyson were sometimes the moments they lived for. It was too entertaining to see Tyson's cocky attitude crumbling in front of him.

Sensing Max and Ray couldn't hold the laughter bubbling within them for too long, Tyson exhaled a sigh of defeat. "Okay, I give up. You got me at that one." He raised his hands in the air, an action which earned him a triumphant smirk from Kai.

Ray and Max exploded with laughter eventually and Tyson joined. However, Kai stopped walking, remaining a few feet behind them. He was positive someone was following them.

Ever since they stepped out of the BBA headquarters to sort out some files for the upcoming Bey Centre at the end of the city, Kai couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. At first he tried to convince himself it was his imagination, that he didn't have to be as suspicious as he was in the Abbey. Besides, Boris was gone long ago from their lives, absent and unable to make it hell. Just as it should be.

Still, something was off.

Kai didn't want to share his thoughts with the group. They'd probably laugh it off and tell him to let loose.

It wasn't as if he didn't let loose though. After his years of torture in the Abbey, he had learned to open up slowly to those he deemed worthy, to his real friends, despite the fact he preferred to keep some things to himself.

"Hey Kai! Why did you stop?" Tyson called out to him while Max and Ray exchanged curious glances.

"I think we're being followed." Kai informed them, his eyes scanning their surroundings once more. His instinct had never fooled him.

"Ugh not this again." Tyson said exasperated. "We've been through past that many years ago because they were chasing us for our bit-beasts. But we're not blading anymore."

"Your point's invalid." Kai responded as he strode towards a shade hidden behind the walls at the turn on his right. When you step into adulthood, the reasons for being followed are increased. "However, I’ll leave it for the time being."

"What do you - ?" was the last thing he heard of Tyson's words when he took the turn and his mouth fell open momentarily.

Hugging his legs with his arms was sat down Zeo, his features not having aged during the years.

"Zeo?"

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"And that's the problem." Zeo told them truthfully. "I'm tired of being the same, not feeling a change in my body while others grow up and move on with their lives. Somehow I feel like that is preventing me from moving on and seeing things from a different light doesn't help like it used to a few years ago. You were all younger than and basically there weren't any differences, but now, look at me. Others stare at me questioningly, wondering what's wrong with me because all my friends have become actual adults when I'm just a kid."

Zeo took a moment to inhale and continued. "I know what I'm about to ask sounds impossible but...can you help me? It would mean the world to me."

Kai rested his chin on his laced fingers as Tyson ran a hand through his hair. As Zeo said, it sounds impossible indeed. This isn't Pinocchio. Although he may not be a real boy, the Bladebreakers weren't the good fairy with a shining wand to fulfil his wish.

Silence settled between them and when none of them uttered a word. Zeo lowered his head. "So you aren't going to help me," he muttered grimly.

Ray noticed the rest of his friends were reluctant to take the initiative. Since someone had to do it, he would. "It's not we don't want to. We simply don't know how."

Zeo opened his mouth, but Kai cut him off. "What you're asking is impossible. Not to mention unrealistic. I don't mind you've come here to see us, but did you think about your plan before asking?"

"Kai!" Tyson's voice elevated. "You don't have to be so blunt."

"No he's right." Zeo mumbled. "What I'm asking is unrealistic. Like a faraway dream." He stood up and made his way towards the door. "I shouldn't have bothered you in the first place."

Max remained silent throughout Zeo's speech at Tyson's dojo. There was something he could do, but he couldn't tell if he had the right to let others know just yet.

When Zeo placed his hand to slide the door aside, Max finally spoke up. "Wait!"

Zeo turned around and Max received curious looks from his friends. "What is it?"

"I think there's something. But I'm not so sure."

"What do you mean?" Zeo asked, his hand falling back to his side, a sliver of hope gleaming in his eyes.

Max closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "My mom and some of her colleagues have been working on a new project. After having studied and experimented cloning for many years, she thought it would be even more interesting to study the reverse procedure, see if they can discover a way to turn clones into real human beings."

Zeo's eyes widened, along with the rest of the group.

"Can she really do that?" Tyson asked, astonishment dancing in his red eyes.

"Not yet. They've been building the machine for the past two years and it was finished last month but with all the new bladers coming in to try out the latest training schedule, she hardly had the time to experiment with it."

"That's awesome! Zeo may not be a clone but I guess robots could work too?" At Zeo's hurt expression Ray added, "You know I didn't say it that way to offend you."

Zeo nodded and stared hopefully at Max. "Well, can I try it? I don't care if it hurts, I'll do anything if my wish comes true."

And that sounded way too childish, Kai thought.

Max closed his mouth. He was hesitant if he should go further. At Zeo's pleading eyes though, he didn't have much of a choice.

"In all stories there's the other side no one wants to hear. But by not hearing it they remain clueless which is worse than being informed of the bad news. This one is no different. Although it sounds incredibly tempting, too surreal, the major disadvantage is that...you might be killed during the process."

"What?" Zeo's eyes widened. On the other hand he should've expected it wouldn't be too easy.

"They didn't have the time to test its workings and form conclusions from the results. So I'm not sure if this ideal."

"It's better from nothing."

Max looked up at Zeo, determination shining in the young boy's eyes.

"I'm tired of sitting with my hands crossed, unable to take matters in my hands and do something. Though the thought of being dead scares, I don't think I'd forgive myself if I let this chance pass. I prefer dying with having at least made an attempt at being real and of a certain age than killing myself on the inside for the chances I didn't take."

"Well," Kai placed his hands on his knees before lifting himself up. "What are we waiting for? If we have to visit New York, we don't have all day."

And at that moment, Zeo realized Kai wasn't so heartless after all.

***

Travelling with a private jet is one of the perks of having a millionaire friend. Tyson surmised.

Surprisingly, none of them descended the steps with any jet lag and they would have enjoyed the flight more if it wasn't for the tension hanging in the air. All of them could tell Zeo was nervous, but Max was even more. They only hoped he wouldn't get in any kind of trouble for sharing the company's information.

They were as positive as they could be but when Max explained his intentions to Judy for bringing Zeo in the PPB, a heated argument started. However, they couldn't blame her. Max's idea and Zeo's willingness to go forward with it were the reasons why Judy rhetorically question if they were out of their minds. The argument may have lasted forever but Zeo jumped in and explained everything, how he felt, and how the Bladebreakers were the only people he could trust and would understand him.

Judy and the Bladebreakers were currently standing outside of the room, watching Zeo struggling, his body shaking viciously as he let out another scream.

"Do you think he can endure it?" Tyson asked worried. "Maybe we should get him out."

Judy shook her head. "There's no point now. By trying to get him out, we might get him killed."

Tyson nodded with comprehension. All they could do was wait.

***

Two days passed and the Bladebreakers along with Judy were noticing the changes in him. His body was becoming more muscular, his facial features and angles shifting, robbing him off from his childhood traces.

They could still see him struggling, they could see he was in immense pain, but there was something different in his face. It had softened.

Ray was the first to point it out. "Maybe he's not suffering too much anymore."

"Maybe." Judy spoke, her eyes undecipherable. Even if everything went well and Zeo came out safe and sound, she still had to talk it out with Max.

"Hey look! The glass surface of the machine is opening." Max gestured to where Zeo lay.

The Bladebreakers went forward but Judy stopped them. "Not yet." she told them strictly. "He might be overwhelmed if you go at him all at once."

Time came to a standstill and the only thing they could see was Zeo - no that sounded wrong, the adult Zeo placing his hand tentatively to his heart.

Another machine in the room was brought to life once Zeo opened his eyes and Judy froze in place.

The life lines.

They finally did it.

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