#him trying to pop the ballons

[dunmeshi-darlings]

Hello! It's good to hear that your request are open again!

If my idea isn't of your interest please just skip thi n.n

What about some comfort headcanons or imagines of Kabru and/or Laios X Reader who is scared of loud noises such as thunder or fireworks?

Thanks for your time!

Oh dear anon i would never skip an ask! i love everyone elses ideas, and just because something may not be a situation im particularly into doesnt mean i wont do it! i want other people to enjoy these posts. Truth be told dear anon im the same way, i hate fireworks and sudden loud popping noises. In fact, Ballons possibly popping makes me so nervous i get sick from the anxiety of it alone when simply near them. But enough of that, lets show some love. Going to go with kabru since our favorite little manipulator doesnt get enough love.

When you first Joined Kabru's party he had already had already gathered some basic information about you. He had heard nothing but average things from others about you and through his own digging he figured you would be a perfect addition to his group.

However He took notice when The group was travelling a Large brick had come undone and smashed into the ground. The resounding sudden loud noise caused you to jump slightly. He didnt react to it but took a mental note, He had seen you face monsters just fine but this sudden loud noise cause you to jump. He would need to look into it more.

Sure enough the more he watched you the more he noticed this pattern, if it was storming out and lightning struck, you always flinched at the thunder. He would watch you tense up and try to not jump whenever fireworks were going off. They were small details most people would miss, but between who kabru is as a person as well as the interest he seemed to have taken in you meant that he noticed every little minute detail.

One day as a particularly mean storm begins to roll in you start prepping yourself, you knew this was going to be miserable but you didnt want to let anyone know about this. You know if mickbell found out he would probably tease you endlessly about it. However you are surprised when kabru hands you a pair of ear muffs.

"Here, I figured out you were afraid of loud noises so at our last stop i decided to get you some of these to help out. " Kabru says smiling handing them to you, you look at him shocked at this. you can feel your face grow warm, having hoped that nobody would have noticed. But of course kabru did, it was kabru, this man notices everything.

You put them on and breath a sigh of relief as while you feel the thunders rumble, you dont hear it and you can feel the tension release from your body. as the storm passes by you eventually take the ear muffs off and tell him thank you, but ask why he did it?

"your part of my team, and i look out for my team. And besides...i find you fascinating and i hate seeing you upset. Im sure you have a reason to hate loud noises, i wont pry until your ready."

Kabru says softly, gently punching your shoulder causing you to chuckle softly and smile. Gosh, kabru was an interesting guy to say the least. You werent sure how you felt about being "Studied" like this...but the more you thought of him doing it the less you minded.

[transingthoseformers]

Bumblebee stare at Megatron, feeling very out of place. When he was captured by Soundwave on the battlefield, he expected to be thrown into the Decepticon brig and be tortured for information. But instead he was locked in Soundwave's arms, paraded around the hall of their base with a sense of smugness from the spy for a couple of earth minutes, like he was a prize. The other Decepticons were glaring at Soundwave than glaring at the capture Bumblebee, making him wonder what did Soundwave do to piss off everyone within the Decepticon army. Megatron voice bought Bumblebee back to reality, "Excellent work Soundwave. Take him to the room." Bumblebee spark sink in fear, believing it was time for his interrogation, and was ready to defend himself from whatever torture the cons will put him through. Instead he ended up stuck in a berth room, sitting on a table filled with energon sweets with Megatron on the other side of it. The berth room was painted in a soft violet colour mix with orange and yellow colour fancy details. Decorated with cybertronian toys, bright colours ballons, raining confetti and a banner popping out of the ceiling with the words 'Welome Home!' After Soundwave pull the string as soon Megatron enter the room. Megatron just gaze at him, as his servos twitch slightly. "Hello Bumblebee….You haven't touched your sweets…the food isn't filled with poison.." He reaches for a rust stick and eats it. Bumblebee reaches for a cup of sweet energon, sipping on it carefully just as Megatron smiles. Bumblebee place the cup back down after seeing the smile. "…I'm sorry…is this a Decepticon Trick?" Bumblebee mumble out. "What, no." Megatron Megatron glances at Soundwave unsure how to say this. Soundwave took over since Megatron is clearly too nervous to speak. "Soundwave:query: Bumblebee…do you know your carrier and creator?" Bumblebee raise a brow, "No, I was sparked right before the war fully starter. I was forged by Vector Sigma." Megatron click his glossa from Bumblebee's words while Soundwave stated. "Incorrected. Bumblebee's spark was kindled and place into Vector Sigma for your frame creation." "Oh….But that doesn't explain why…." Bumblebee optics widen slightly, "Oh….Oh….Frag." "Language." Megatron and Soundwave scolded softly. "Oh frag no! You can't tell me this and just expect me to roll over with it! I'm an Autobot!" "Former Autobot." Megatron stated with a grin as Bumblebee just glare at him. "You seriously think I'm staying here." Bumblebee protested slamming his servos on the table.

"You don't have a choice Bumblebee! I'm not returning you to Optimus and his Autobots.." Megatron scoffed at the thought of his sparkling being with Optimus, yet alone an Autobot.

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Hope you enjoy this short fic, I'm just gonna leave it like this.

Cue to Megatron bonding with Soundwave to raise his unwilling son.

Soundwave: We should be partners. Megatron: You mean like, partners in crime? Soundwave: Yeah... that’s precisely what I meant.

Soundwave: Know why I called you in here? Megatron: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic. Soundwave: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

Soundwave: Bumblebee, I'm now in a relationship with your creator Megatron. Feel free to call me carrier. Bumblebee:....

Oooo! Oh Bumblebee's in for a wild ride, Megs is trying

Soundwave is also trying

This is such an image too

[radiant-reid]

spencer having his first ever ny kiss with his gf!! he’s so excited

i'm writing it but i also have a full-length nye fic coming !!

Because Rossi is on a different coast in California, you had convinced Spencer to host the annual New Year's party. There wasn't a lot of convincing to do since he'd do pretty much anything you wanted, but his apartment was more central so you thought it was the perfect location.

You'd been decorating all day, putting up ballons of black, silver, white, and gold as well as big ballon numbers for the new year. There are party hats, hanging stars, lots of champagne for after 12, and cocktails for before.

"Alright, I think we're done." You declare, looking at the living room and kitchen area.

"It looks amazing." He agrees, meeting you in the middle of the living room in a hug. "Thanks for helping out."

You chuckle. "I invited everyone to your place, it's only fair I help you."

"I was surprised that you didn't try to distract me at all." He admits, tracing his tongue over your lips as he looks at you slightly lustfully.

"I take my New Year's parties very seriously." You joke, grinning at him while your hand travels down to his slacks. "And everyone's turning up at eight, so we don't have time."

You leave him standing there, no doubt growing hard as you walk off to his bedroom to change into your tiny silver dress. It's gorgeous, short, with sparkles on it that make you shine like a disco ball. You have matching heels, too, that look hot.

When you come back out, Emily's already there, drinking a glass of wine. You exchange hugs and get to talking about your Christmases. It's odd, but you spend so much of your life with the team that it's weird you haven't seen her in more than a week.

Secondly, JJ, Will, and Henry before Hotch, Beth, and Jack, then Morgan, and finally, Penelope, who's very apologetic about being late but was so because she was making cupcakes.

You drink, eat, and talk about your Christmases and plans for the next year. By 11:55, everyone's gathered around the TV, watching the news coverage of the ball dropping to welcome in the New Year.

Spencer stands next to you behind the couch, an arm wrapped around your shoulder keeping you close. "Had a good night?" You ask, leaning your head against his shoulder.

He nods. "So good." He answers. "Do you want to know something?"

You look up at him. "Yeah, what is it?"

"I've never had a New Year's kiss." He informs you.

Your eyes widen before you frown. "Really?" He nods. "Why wouldn't someone have not done that before?" You're actually puzzled. He's had girlfriends before, and he's prime New-Year's-kiss material.

"I usually get broken up with before my birthday." He tells you, chuckling slightly.

"Well, you're going to get one this year." You assure him.

He grins at you excitedly. "Not to push my luck, but what about next year?"

You nod. "Yeah, I could see that happening."

"It's almost your time to shine." He informs you, nodding to the TV where a ten-second countdown has started.

You count the seconds in unison with everyone else, all the couples getting closer as they wait to kiss.

"One." You cheer, turning to look at Spencer, who's already looking at you.

He doesn't say anything before he leans in to kiss you, pressing his lips against yours while everyone cheers and pops open champagne, confetti flying around while fireworks go off outside.

You're both smiling when you pull back. "Happy New Year, Y/n." He tells you.

"Happy New Year, Spence."

[pssyinboots]

Hey so it’s my birthday soon and I was wondering if you could write a fic about reader thing Wally forgot her birthday, but he’s just planning a surprise or something

Ps I loved I was never the best to you, hoping for a part 2 💜💜💜

HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY!! I hope you have the best day ever!! I hope you like this 💖

Eighteen Candles

Birthdays were always a big deal in your family. It was the one day that you were allowed to skip school, your mom would make you an epic birthday breakfast and then take you out for a shopping day. You were the only child your mom had so she always went big on birthdays, even now. Your mom comes to the school every year and lets go of ballon’s and brings a cake. It was the best day of the year for you. So when you and Wally got together you made sure to include him in your tradition.

Wally took it upon himself to make your birthday an epic event, he would force all the ghost to make party decorations and gather snacks and presents that they would take from the living students. So when you woke up and Wally wasn’t standing in front of you with that goofy smile and a bouquet of paper flowers (what it was hard to find real ones,plus this way they would never die) you were confused. You wondered the school trying to find him, when you finally found him on the field running laps. “Hey Wally!!”, you yell cupping your hands around your mouth now he could hear you. Wally runs up to you wrapping his hands around your waist pulling you in and leaving a kiss on your forehead,”Hey baby what’s up?”, “Wally you’re all sweaty.” you pull apart from him taking his hand in yours. He just laughs looking down at you with that love struck look, “Sorry babe, do you need something?”. Do you need something?!?! What does he mean?! Did he suddenly get amnesia and forget that it was your birthday. “…Wally do you know what today is?”, he quirks his head a bit “It’s Friday.”. No, he wouldn’t have forgotten your birthday he remembered every year for the past two years. “Yeah but do you know what else it is?”, ok now he looked really confused “…..Earth day????”. Scoffing you take your hand out of his, “Earth day?!?….Wally that’s tomorrow, did you bump your head? Today is my birthday”, he doesn’t even look phased. What kind of boyfriend isn’t filled with panic when they forget their girlfriends birthday?!? What kind of boyfriend forgets their girlfriends birthday at all? “Oh…happy birthday sweetheart!”, he couldn’t be serious right now, “Yeah Wally thanks.” you turn around leaving him in your dust as you storm away. You couldn’t believe him.

Of course Wally remembered your birthday, especially this year it was your 18th. Yes technically ghost are stuck at the age they died, but birthdays were important for you. That’s why Wally planned to throw you the best surprise party ever. He even arranged it with Maddie to make sure Simon got your mom in the gym tonight for a birthday memorial. He had every ghost locked up in the gym preparing for your party. Well except for Rhonda and Charlie who were supposed to make sure you didn’t enter the gym.You stormed inside the school looking for someone, anyone who would remember what day today was, when you see Charlie and Rhonda talking against the gym doors (weird). “Hey guys!” catching their attention they turn towards you waving, “What are you doing??”. Charlie and Rhonda exchange looks trying to make up a lie, “Hey cherry pop. Mr Martin asked us to guard the door because the marching band decided to practice inside today. He didn’t want anyone bothering them”. ,That’s weird the marching band hardly ever leave the lawn, “Oh ok….Hey do y’all know what today is. I know it’s Friday but what else is it??”. They share a look not knowing what today is before Charlie finally responds, “Earth Day??”, you were going to scream, you swear you were going to scream bloody murder. “No that’s tomorrow” you state plainly before walking off. Did everyone get group amnesia?? Well at least you know your mom wouldn’t forget, she was here every year.

She wasn’t here. How could your mom not show up? You knew it has been two years but she couldn’t have just stopped coming,right? You look up at the trees to see if there was any birthday balloons, they always got stuck when she would release them. But there was none there, she just didn’t show up. You couldn’t believe everyone forgot your birthday. You knew that you were the only one who still cared, all of the other ghost becoming jaded about stuff like that. But you made a big deal out of it every year, How could no one remember?? After sitting out in the park lot for a couple hours you decided to give up once school got let out, retreating to the teachers lounge.

Laying down on the couch you stare up at the weird mold stains on the ceiling trying not to cry. You didn’t know how long you were there before Wally comes in causing you to sit up. “Hey what are you doing in here, I was looking for you?” You couldn’t believe him, “Oh I don’t know Wally maybe i was mopping because everyone forgot my birthday?!?!”. Ok so maybe Wally took the whole making sure you were surprised thing a little too far. “Ok come with me.”. You were about to protest but Wally grabs your hand pulling you up and dragging you out of the teachers lounge. “Wally what are you doing? Where are we going??”, Wally just leads you to the gym doors. Leaning his back on them and knocking on the door three times to signal everyone that you were there. Suddenly music starts coming from inside, it sounds like happy birthday. “I could never forget your birthday.”. Wally opens the door with his back leading you into the gym. Letting out a surprised gasp you see a banner that says happy birthday. All the ghost let out a,”Surprise!!”, you turn your head to take in everything and that’s when you see her. Your mom is Standing there with the principle and about 30 or so people, some being your past friends and she’s holding a cake. Your Birthday Balloons are tied down with a weight now they won’t fly away. Turning around to look up at Wally you see him looking down at you smiling trying to gage your reaction, “Happy birthday baby”. “Wally this is just.. i can’t even… just thank you” You wrap your arms around his neck bringing him down for a quick kiss. “Ok, ok, now come in here and blow out your birthday candles they are starting to give out.”, you look up to see Charlie holding a cake. Wally pulls you closer to everyone and you see it’s the same cake that your mom is holding with happy 18th written on it. Blowing out your candles you can’t believe that you thought Wally forgot, you should have known that he had something up his sleeve. Wally wraps his arms around you while Mr Martin cuts up the cake, serving it to the students.”What did you wish for?”, “Nothing i have everything i need.”

[scratchybongvt]

THE SIDEMASCOTS SEASON 1 BONUS SHOW! (Sidemascots 1.16.1)

Mascots’ Secret Santa!

Starring…

THE SIDEMASCOTS!

Vinicius: Season 1!

(Technical difficulties)

Vinicius: “To Vini, the biggest piece of s**t I’ve ever seen.” Off to a bad start.

(Vinicius opens the present only to reveal a bomb that exploded. Thankfully, the explosion was harmless, but enough to have gunpowder all over his face)

Sumi: “This is for ignoring Miga all those months!” Ha, classic! I wonder what that is.

(Sumi opens and a boxing glove springs out and punches him in the face)

Burke: “To Burke, Atlanta’s #1 United fan, I present to you: THE BEST TEAM!” Yippee!

(Transition which reveals Burke wearing an Orlando City jersey)

Burke: Ugh, Good luck in the conference final otherwise. You’re gonna need it.

Borobi: “To Borobi, who bought two tickets for an AFLX match that never happened” Let’s see… oh my! A footy signed by Eddie Betts? The Deadly Captain?! Yippee Mate!

Miraitowa: This Miraitowa sweater?

Burke: Sewn by me!

Miraitowa: Oh, thanks.

(This terrible image is commissioned by @jaymewolf999 (sorry for calling it “terrible”, I already know you don’t have the right equipment to draw digital art properly), if you want to illustrate one part of any Sidemascots episode, DM me!)

Sumi: Ooh, ooh, ooh! I also hired someone to sew a sweater for you!

Miraitowa: Which is…

Sumi: “Default Olympic mas-

(Sumi is hit by a pan by Miraitowa)

Someity: 10 free boxes of Lunchly after it is recalled? You do know I’m vegan, right? RIGHT?!

Honohon: What’s this giant gift box?

(Uzumin pops out of the gift box)

Uzumin: Haiiiiiiii!

Honohon: I quit!

Uzumin: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Clyde: What is this?! NO ENGLAND NO PARTY?!

Wenlock, Mandeville, and Crackhead: It’s coming home, it’s coming home, it’s coming, Christmas’ coming home!

Crackhead: “To Crackhead, revenge for episode 9!” Hmmm… (opens giant gift box) WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! OLYMPIC PHRYGE?!

(Sacha chokes Crackhead)

Sacha: Disrespect the Phryges again and I’LL BREAK YOUR NECK!

(Vinicius, Powder, and Sumi come into the studio holding microphones with Burke wearing referee gear)

Sumi: Oh my! The largest Phryge fan is choking the largest Wenman fan!

Burke: One, two, three, four, five!

Vinicius: She won’t stand a freaking chance!

Burke: Six, seven, eight, nine, ten! Knockout!

Sacha: VICTORY IN CHRISTMAS! HALA MADRID- I MEAN PHRYGES!

Olympic Phryge: What am I supposed to do now? And where’s my sister?

Powder: I don’t want this series to have an insufferable drunk again so I didn’t revive her.

Olympic Phryge: Oh. Off to therapy, I go…

(Sacha choked Powder)

Sacha: THE FUCK YOU SAY?!

Powder: Okay, okay… ack…

Honohon: Another gift box? Please it isn’t Uzumin……

Uzumin: It’s me again!

Honohon: I QUIT!

Uzumin: COME BACK HONOHON! COME BACK!

Vinicius: Wow…

Sumi: The friendship between Honohon and Uzumin is like a fantasy story you tell your children on Christmas.

Vinicius: “To Vini Jr.” Let me guess… A ballon D’or? Why don’t you try and find Vini’s ACTUAL address?

Borobi: Oh crikey! A Gold Coast United shirt signed by all of its former players? Thanks mate!!!

Powder: *gasps* WarioWare Move It? Yippee! I get to see my idol Penny Crygor! If only I have a Switch… damn.

Sacha: The Paris 2024 commemorative 2 euro coin! YES! I have been looking for this for so long!

Paralympic Phryge: 6 packs of Red Bull?! WAHEY!

Olympic Phryge: For fuck sake, Para!

Tina: A 5000-piece jigsaw puzzle of San Siro? I can relive those memories of dissing AC Milan fans!

Vinicius: Finally! Something that is NOT the Ballon D’or! Oh no…

Sumi: What’s wrong?

Vinicius: Fluminense…

Sumi: Unlucky.

Miraitowa: *gasps* A signed copy of Trailly… FROM MY CREATOR?! THANK YOU SO MUCH, RYO!

Tina: A Luce minifigure? Who sent this? The Pope?

Powder: Arizona Coyotes! Yippee! Now I can relieve Arizona’s glory days knowing that they won’t return ever again *cries*

Sumi: There, there, Powder…

Wenlock: A postcard from Sir Keir Starmer?!

Vinicius: PRANK!

Sumi: It’s Sir Keir Starmer… on character.ai! (Wenlock throws the postcard on Sumi) OW!

Someity: Prime? Who do you think I am? A carnivore?

Tina: Another Luce merch? Ugh… I get it…

Milo: A prosthetic leg?

Powder: Made by me!

Milo: I’m already familiar with walking with a leg and a tail.

Powder: Oh…

Polar Bear: Flag of the Individual Neutral Athletes? Wow…

Ettie: A memorabilia of that Weakest Link episode I hosted? Gee, thanks!

Yodli: “Nothing but the new mascot in town!” The new mascot in town?

Maddli: Maddli! Albart’s Swiss nephew and the official mascot of the 2025 Women’s Euro! Woof woof!

Sumi: That’s MY catchphrase!

Burke: Sounds like something coming from EA Sports…

Chenchen: (plays ukulele) Last Christmas, I gave you my…

Vinicius and Sumi: BATS! AND THE VERY NEXT DAY, YOU SNEEZE IT AWAY!

Olympic Phryge: Quit the Sidemascots in return for $1000?

(Sacha rips the letter)

Sacha: DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH SCAMS!

Polar Bear: A flag of the Russian Olympic Committee? Thanks! Now I can relive those glorious Tokyo 2020 days!

Miraitowa: You’re welcome! As long as you continue using performance-enhancing drugs!

Polar Bear: Hahahahaha… what?

Vinicius: An unmodded copy of FC25? YIPPEE!

Wenlock: A very very early version of FM25?! YIPPEE!

OC IV: A print copy of the Sidemascots Season 1?! YIPPEE!

Vinicius: “To Vinicius, good luck supporting Botafogo in the final, you moron.” Tickets to the Copa Libertadores Final?! I can’t fly to Buenos Aires but YIPPEE!

(The present box explodes)

Vinicius: A bad ending…

THE SIDEMASCOTS!

Vinicius: Hope you enjoy this Christmas special we made for you! Especially @sashley1912!

Crackhead: BIASED!

Sumi: Season 2 is coming next February! So hit like! We want to surpass NinnyHuan’s cringe novel on Wattpad! So hit like there too! We will not respond to @crackheadfromsainsbury in the comments. *spits*

Crackhead: DOUBLE BIASED!

Vinicius: Merry Christmas from all of us at Sidemascots! And BFO is over!

Sumi: Make sure to…

Vinicius: This has been the Sidemascots!

Sumi: What?

Everyone: GOODBYE!

Sumi: …

Tom: HEY VINI, DO YOU LIKE MY PRES-

[httpsdana]

𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬~𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐭 𝟑

summary: Barça players and talented footballers. Souls meet and sparks fly. But there's always a twist when it comes to love isn't there?

pairing: Ferran Torres x Gonzalez!Reader

warnings: cursing, slight age gap, angst

previous part -> next part

Ferran's POV

Ferran still couldn't believe, that the y/n he was secretly stalking on social media, was Pedri's sister. It felt even weirder knowing he's a secret admirer.

He was still at Pedri's apartment, waiting for him to come from the bathroom. Ferran opened Instagram to pass some time. He was scrolling in his feed, when he decided to open his notifications. He usually opens them every once in a while.

He was met by the most recent notification.

@y/n17 started following you

Ferran smiled widely, and opened her account to make sure it was her. Sure enough it was.

"why are you smiling at your phone like that?" Pedri said, sitting down next to him, trying to get a peak on his phone

Ferran turned his phone off and dropped it next to him, unable to hide the smile on his face. he shook his head, biting his lip to avoid smiling too wide.

"oh so it's a girl" Pedri smirked.

Ferran didn't reply, only avoided eye contact with his best friend.

"it is!" Pedri yelled, making Ferran groan and push him away from him

"just shut up" he mumbled

"who is the lucky girl?" Pedri asked

"it's no one. can we play now or I'll leave" Ferran said, making Pedri chuckle

"I'm gonna get it out of you soon" Pedri said, causing Ferran to roll his eyes

Imagine Pedri knew the girl Ferran is secretly obsessed with is his twin sister.

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y/n's POV

"hey y/n, we need you for a YouTube video in a few minutes" one of the admins told y/n, as soon as she stepped on the training pitch

"uh...yeah sure" she mumbled, surprised they even asked her.

She's been playing for the first team for a few months now and this was the first time they had asked to film a YouTube video.

After getting her ready, y/n sat on the chair that was put out for her. Weird thing was that there was another chair next to her. She thought maybe one of the content creators will be asking her some stuff. How wrong she was

"we're just waiting for Ferran to arrive, he must be here in a few minutes" the lady behind the camera said

y/n's breath got caught up in her throat, and she wasn't able to process what she heard.

She was going to be filming a video... with Ferran...

"sorry I'm late, Xavi wouldn't let me leave immediately" he smiled in apology at the girls, before he turned to y/n

She was still too stunned to speak, so when Ferran asked her how she was she took a while to reply

"oh... uh I'm fine thanks" she mumbled, a small smile on her face

Ferran was about to say something when the lady behind the camera started talking

"you're gonna be filming the balloon challenge. just asking you some questions while the balloon is being blown. whoever has the ballon and it pops with them, the other gets a point" she explained, as both of the players nodded

"must be fun no?" Ferran turned to y/n, who only shrugged and mumbled a maybe

The ballon started with y/n

"first question, how many la liga titles has the men's team won?"

"uhh... 25?" y/n answered, not too sure

"a bit more"

"27?" she asked

"yes! pass it to Ferran" the lady replied

y/n basically threw the balloon at Ferran, who only complained how y/n's question was too easy

"how many kilometers from Barcelona to Valencia?"

y/n chuckled at the question. Ferran glanced at her with a smile, before returning to the question

"um...500" he said

"less"

"400?"

"a bit less"

the balloon was now almost about to burst

"370?"

"less"

the ballon was getting too big now

"350" he said, moving the balloon away from his face

y/n was now close to laughing out loud at him. He looked so cute trying to avoid the balloon

he's not cute y/n. he is just Ferran

"a little tiny less"

"348?" he asked

"yes!"

Ferran gave y/n the balloon quickly, their fingers brushing against each other, that spark they felt when they shook hand coming back again

Before the lady was even able to ask the question the balloon popped

"damn that's loud" y/n murmured, while Ferran was laughing at her

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"and that's a wrap. make sure to like the video and follow us on social media" Ferran said the outro, before the filming was over

"now that was really fun" Ferran said, looking at y/n while he desperately tried to make a conversation with her

"if you didn't cheat it would've been even better" she smiled a bit, while he gasped dramatically

They were now walking towards the training pitch

"I did not cheat!" he said, making y/n shake her head

"you totally did! you were wasting time on purpose so the balloon would burst when it's with me even when you knew the answer!" she complained, while Ferran was only smiling down at her, glad she was slowly getting out of her shell

when he didn't reply, y/n looked up at him, only for him to be looking down at her in a weird way. It wasn't weird, she just thought it was.

They didn't say any word, looking at each other for a few seconds until one of the coaches called y/n

"time for training!" the coach said.

y/n cleared her throat, and broke the eye contact. Ferran looked away and nodded his head

"see you" he waved at her. She only nodded and started speed walking to the gym

Ferran bit his lip, his smile showing off easily that he didn't even try to make an effort to hide.

did she have to be his best friend's sister?

[fnaf-enthusiast]

FNaF 4 general headcanons

Nightmare

Not only is he introverted, he's also anti-social as fuck

Will leave in the middle of a conversation just to confuse the other

If he doesn't like someone he will only act sarcastic around them

He and Fredbear are bros and he mostly ineracts with him

The type of person to ask for a coffee that's black like their soul

Has tried on multiple occasions to teach BB swear words and give Foxy and Jack-o-Bonnie the fault

Fredbear

He's not introverted but also won't try to seek a conversation every 5 minutes

Loves to tease others but doesn't do that very often

Tends to sneeze so loud he can almost be heard on the street

Is secretly a fan of tea but drinks coffee openly because he thinks he wouldn't be scary anymore

Nightmare Freddy

He's a dad, literally, but a chaotic and tired one

Sometimes he can be a great dad, like plays with the freddles, and other times he just acts like he's dead and let's the freddles ruin the place

Drinks a lot of black coffee but actually favors something more sweet

Likes talking and joking with the other nightmares but sometimes can't find the energy to (same dude)

He takes bets on which freddle wins the daily fist fight with Bonnie and Jack-o-Bonnie/Chica

Nightmare Bonnie

Bro can be your bestie or he's annoying af, no in between

Can't be silent for 10 seconds, be it making a funny/stupid comment, random chuckling or playing with his claws

Hates vacuum cleaners and noone knows why exactly

Is a big fan of TV shows and hogs the TV remote

Nightmare Chica

Extroverted but also tends to be creepy

Like she sometimes just stands there and stres or stops in the middle of a sentence

Is very sassy and doesn't care who stands infront of her

Is always in the kitchen or the living room

She and Foxy hang out in the closet or in a attic and gossip a little

Nightmare Foxy

The angrier he get's the thicker his accent gets until noone can understand what the fuck he's saying

Cusses a lot but watches it when plushtrap is around

Can't understand how a stove works somehow and ends up eating a frozen pizza

Sarcasm is his second language and he sometimes doesn't know when to stop

Plushtrap

Has way too much energy

He's got that wierd neighbors kid energy

He and the freddles cause a lot of havoc

Lears a lot of swear words but doesn't really know when to use them

Is a big fan of chocolate and bites anyone in the ankle when they have some

Is often left on high spaces like the fridge or counter but he just jumps down and doesn't care

Nightmare Ballon Boy

He randomly giggles in his sleep wich creeps even the nightmares out

Is bratty but can be sweet if he wants to

Loves cake and muffins, give him a cake pop and he will loose his shit

He can be given cola, unlike plushtrap, and nothing will happen

Is deeply scared of the nap time spray

Jack-o-Bonnie

Has a very macabre sense of humor

Has a very raspy and deep laugh which wierd everyone out except Jack-o-Chica

He and Jack-o-Chica are chaotic siblings that yell at each other but don't take shit from others

Steals BB's chocolate and blames Plushtrap when asked

Jack-o-Chica

Momma didn't raise no bitch, and yes it was Jack-o-Bonnie

She loves to laugh and tease, sometimes she makes a flirty remark but that's rare

She's a little aggressive but also caring in her own wierd way

She steals hair clips and pillows for no fucking reason

Made it her goal to scare everyone but made it even harder by setting the rule that no one is allowed to see her prank others

Nightmare Mangle

They sleep at least 12 hours a day but they aren't sleepy, she's just tired of everything

Still hangs around Puppet a lot

Loves lollipops and asks Plushtrap if he can get them some in exchange for helping in setting up a prank

Watches how the nightmares argue and fight, thinks it's amusing

Nightmare Puppet

They are almost always in bed or in some kind of attic

Reads a lot and draws sometimes

Leaves gifts for the nightmares no matter if they where rude that day or not

Seems like they are always laid back and kind but there's always that wierd vibe they have that puts some at unease

[comedicallyterriblemasky]

hello! can i ask for romance/romantic headcanons for L.jack and Candypop with a fem!reader? (if you write for him)

Characters: Laughing Jack, Candy pop and Fem!Reader

CW: None

Tags: Fluff, SFW, sfw romantic themes

A/N: Anon I'm so sorry this has been in my ask box for an hour the chaotic author life syndrome is already kicking in. Anyways have head canons of two of my favorite clowns

Headcanons below!:

Laughing Jack:

Oh, this clown. Oh my, where do I even start?

I feel like once you're in a relationship if you have younger siblings/ niece's or nephews that are around a lot he would stop trying to torment them and actually try to be sweet

Most affectionate evil clown ever, literally cuddles 24/7 if you ask

Probably would try to find you flowers outside but miserably failed and only found poison ivy (He's banned from every grocery store ever)

Pet Names, you cannot escape these endearing, outdated, 1800's pet names if you even tried

If you ramble A lot he would actually listen and just not block it out

Picnics, fucking picnics every other week

Basically the "She asked for no pickles" dynamic

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Candypop

Calling it right now, he's a flirt, like in a teasing way

Will just randomly pull you aside to either play wrestle (Seems like the type) Or just dance

Fucking presents, ballons, candy etc.

Will let you spoil something he was looking forward to. (Does not give a fuck and will say something like: "Darn, that really whipped my nae nae" Or something, comedy genius)

Little pecks on the cheek

Will beg to let him turn you into a clown so y'all can match

Unlike Jack, isn't banned from every grocery store so he's actually able to buy you flowers (He's banned from most)

[sunnyie-eve]

7 | Plan B

Series: Heinous

Paring: Billy Loomis x OFC ! Stu Macher x OFC ! Mickey Altieri x OFC

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: language

| MASTERLIST |

Stu couldn't find the gun and Gale pops up pointing the gun at them. She ends up keeping the safety on so when they go to Gale, Sidney takes her dad and Allison motions for her to go.

"Babe, you're gonna love this!" Stu turns around to see Sidney gone and Allison alone in the kitchen.

"Where did they go?" Billy grabs her roughly looking around.

"Somewhere." She smiles as the phone rings and he picks it up.

Billy yells at Stu to find her but he can't because he was bleeding a bit too much. Billy hands the phone to Stu and pushes Allison up against the counter.

"She called the cops." He points the gun at her.

"Then you better have a plan B because fuck you!" She spits at him and he rushes out of the room tearing up the house.

"Plan B..." Stu repeats looking over at her.

"You can't be serious." She catches when he was thinking about.

"Told you you're fucked up." He smiles through the pain.

"Fuck you. No, I'm not!" She screams at him so he walks over to her, "You act like I'm trying to help you initially when I'm not! I'm not fucked up like you two!"

"Stop screaming at me!" He picks the the knife pointing it at her.

"Don't be a pussy now." She pushes his buttons and she stabs her where it wouldn't kill her before leaving out the back as Billy yells in pain.

"Sidney!" Allison cries out as she starts to cough up a little blood.

Sidney comes running in bending down by her side, "Where did Stu go?" She looks around.

"He ran out the back after stabbing me." She coughs up more blood.

"Shit. Help is on the way." Sidney rips the tape off Allison's hand and legs. The sound of someone coming in scares both of them and they see Randy so he apologizes.

"Randy, I thought you were dead." Allison lets out a sigh of relief.

"I probably should be. I never thought I'd be so happy to be a virgin." He says making her laugh.

They help Allison up and they walk out of the kitchen to see Billy gone. "Fuck." Sidney looks around as Randy holds Allison up alone.

"They won't get too far. Billy stabbed Stu pretty badly." Allison tells her hoping she was right.

They scream as Gale stumbles into the house then calm down walking over to her then look outside seeing Dewey's vehicle speed off. "They won't get far in a police vehicle." Randy tells them as they wait for help to come.

Loud crashing makes them scream again but this time it was just Sidney's dad so she goes over to him and asks Randy for help. When help does arrive, Dewey and Allison end up get rides to the hospital in the morning.

"Hey." Sidney walks into Allison's room with a ballon.

"Hey, any news about them being found?"

"Not exactly. They spotted it but lost it. Being honest, I don't think they will make it far. Like you said they're both were hurt pretty bad." She sits down in one of the chairs.

"I feel so stupid for falling for it." Allison tears up.

"Me too." Sidney sighs.

"I thought I knew them... I trusted them and th-they do this. They wanted to kill you and do who knows what with me. They just said they wanted me."

"I can understand me being betrayed by a boyfriend but you by someone you've know for seven years. I hope they find them dead." She shakes her head.

"Me too." Allison slightly lies for some odd reason. Maybe they were right, she was fucked up too. She just wanted them to go back before going crazy. And if they didn't get caught she hopes they would disappear forever.

"When do you get out?" Sidney changes the subject.

"Later today. When ever my mom shows up. She's on her way back."

"I brought you get well soon flowers." Randy comes in making Allison smile.

"Thank you Randy." She says making him kiss the top of her head. "How's that bullet wound doing?" She asks him. 

"Still hurts. How's your stitches?" He asks.

"Hurts. I didn't expect Stu to stab me so bad especially when them saying they didn't want to hurt me."

"He wanted to get away. I'm not surprised. Also I told you." Randy points his finger at her.

"I know. Shut up." I slaps his hand away.

"Who do you think... you know killed Tate?" He looks between the two.

Sidney stays quiet so Allison speaks, "Billy. Stu was with me when she went to go get beers then Billy showed up when we couldn't find her. It should have made sense then because he told me don't go out there."

~

"Turn on the tv." Randy hangs up the phone so Allison does.

They talk about how after two weeks they finally said they found the get away car Billy and Stu used. They found it crashed into a ditch.

"We do believe that both suspects are dead from the accident. We believe that when they crashed into the ditch, the gas tank exploded. We have not yet identify the body's due to serious burns. We hope we can find some evidence that it was Billy Loomis and Stu Macher. When we do the it will be released to the public."

"Wow." Allison shakes her head. Hopefully that's what actually happened and not the stupid plan B she brought ups

"I hope they are burning in hell as well." Randy changes the channel.

"Do you think they will find anything to prove it was them?" She asks him with hope.

"Seeing how they are unrecognizable from the fire... maybe dental identification." He says sitting next to her. "You and Sidney don't have to worry about them coming back." He kisses the side of her head.

"Yeah." She sighs hoping he was right.

"You okay?" He asks causing her to look at him.

"Yeah, I'm still just hurt still. Like I said, I thought I knew and trusted them." Randy pulls her closer to his side.

"Well I can promise you and really mean it when I say you can trust me." He smiles so she cuddle into him.

"And I fully believe that and would never doubt it. But if you do... I'll kill you."

For the past two weeks, Randy has been glued to Allison's hip. He didn't want to leave her alone until they decide Billy and Stu dead. She didn't care because she liked having Randy around.

[greysanatomy-adulteresswhore]

New Beginnings

Summery: Y/n y/l/n is a new intern, she is excited to meet her compitition, and make some friends.

Characters: Meredith, Christina, Izzy, George, Alex, Chief, Baily.

Type: fluff, just doctor life and making friends.

Warnings: everything you would find in a hospital. No gender mentioned. No age is mentioned, assumed to be young. The reader has a famous father, known for his plastic surgery.

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Today is the day, the day i start to work in a real hospital. Part of me is nervous, part of me is so excited, i could pop like a ballon. I reach the hospital and park, i see a group of people walking towards the door. I follow them in and make my way to the OR, where the chief said to meet at. Once i make it i see the chief standing there, looking over everyone.

"Welcome to Seattle Grace Hospital." He says. "Im your chief, Dr. Webber." He says. I turn and see a girl who's a bit later then everyone else. Chief Webber goes on and on about how hard this is gonna be, and i can start to feel my insecurity setting in. I look around and people are glaring at others. I try to smile.

After Chief shows us around, he lets us eat and then go to the locker room. I see a man, whos name is George approach the girl that was late.

"M-my name is George O'mally a-and i uh... wanted to say hello" he says awkwardly. The girl snorts but smiles.

"Meredith Grey." She introduces herself. I pause.

"THE Meredith Grey? Daughter of Ellis Grey?" I ask, slightly stunned. Meredith looks a bit dejected but nods. I sorta feel bad. People must say that all the time and never talk about her. I know that feeling.

"Sorry, lovely to meet you. Im Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n." I smile and hold out my hand. Meredith smiles and takes it.

"I believe my mom worked with your father." She says. I nod.

"They did." I beam a bit. Another girl pops into the conversation.

"Its crazy how you two work together now, like your parents did." She says. She was blonde and quite beautiful. "Im Izzy Stevens." She smiles. I nod and so does meredith. Another guy tells us to shut up. I look at his tag and it says Alex Karev.

"Dont be so prissy Karev. It wont get you very far." I say, side eyeing him. A girl sits next to me and Meredith.

"I like you two already, your not annoying." She says. Her tag says Christina Yang. I smile and in walks a short black women.

"Alright. I need Grey, O'mally, Stevens, Y/l/n, Yang, and Karev." She shouts and everyone she called walks out. I can hear her mutter something along the lines of, "too many interns." We stop walking and she looks at all of us.

"Im Doctor Miranda Bailey. I have five rules. Memorize them. Rule number one: Don't bother sucking up. I hate you. That's not gonna change. Trauma protocol, phone list, pagers" she points to stuff on the counter. "nurses will page you. You will answer every page at a run. A run! That's rule number two. Your first shift starts now and lasts 48 hours. You're interns, grunts, nobodies, bottom of the surgical food chain. You run labs, write orders, work every second and night until you drop, and don't complain." She says as we keeo walking. "On-call rooms. Attendings hog them. Sleep when you can where you can, which brings me to rule number three. If I'm sleeping, don't wake me unless your patient is dying. Rule four: The dying patient better not be dead when I get there. Not only will you have killed someone, you woke me for no reason. We clear?" Everyone nods, but meredith raises her hand. "Yes?"

"You said five rules. That was only four." She says. Dr. Bailey sighs and looks at her pager.

"When i move, you move." She says and her pager beeps. We all rush with her.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

By the end of the day, i have been cursed at, given weird stares, thanked, and thrown up on. I make it back to the locker room and sit down. I cant help but smile. I hear 2 voices and Meredith and Christina walk in.

"Why are you smiling?" Christina asks snarkly.

"When i came here, i thought i would wanna leave. I thought everyone would be against me. But i suppose i can tolerate you guys." I smile and i can see Meredith smiling. Even christina has a smirk on her face.

"Your sappy." Christina says with an annoyed tone. I chuckle.

Yea, maybe this wont be so bad.

[wonik1ss]

so jelly — yg.n

pairing : jealous youngeun x f!reader

song rec : I’m jelly baby - aoa cream

To you, you and Youngeun were bff’s. But to the rest of your school Youngeun was yours and You were Youngeuns but you were just to dense to notice that. So Youngeun would have to make you see it.

Patience Test 1

You were in science taking some notes for an upcoming test. Youngeun came in late because she was again having locker problems. Which in any normal circumstances it would be fine if someone else was sitting next to you. But You we’re Youngeun’s and no one else’s.

But that didn’t tick her of just yet. As long as the boy next to you didn’t try anything she would be fine and happy for the rest of the day. But this day seemed like the devil came out to play becaue non stop the guy next you kept on flirting with you.

“ Do you need a pencil “.

“ Sorry your just to pretty “.

“ Sorry my finger slipped “.

That. Was. It.

After the class had ended Youngeun dragged the boy back in and.. let’s just say he didn’t even want to look your way after that.

-

Patience Test 2

It was a few periods after science so now you both were in gym class. Youngeun was having the time of her life flirting with you. Gosh did she love that pink blush on your-

“ Hay Y/n wanna be gym partners heard we are playing some kind of partnered volleyball “. Youngeun’s mouth was agape. She must be dreaming.. right? No way two boys now dare talk to her girl.

But instead of beating him right there.. Youngeun took it to the court and showed him she was not the girl to mess with. So he shouldn’t mess with what was clearly her girl.

-

Patience Test 3

School was finally out and to blow of some steam from the two ignorant times people dared to try to take you from Youngeun. You both walked to an Ice cream stand near your school.

As Youngeun went to get you both ice cream a fool decided to flirt you up.

“ Your Y/n right “. The guy said looking you up and now while you were looking for were Youngeun had gone.

“ Ya.. do you need something “. You said still looking for your bff who had seemed to vanish into thin air.

“ Ya your num- “.

drip drip drip

Went Youngeun’s overran after she shoved it into the boys face. You shocked didn’t know what else to do and it laugh. As the boy fumed of and Youngeun dragged you to and alley and put you up against a wall.

“ I know it’s partially there fault but it’s also yours “. She said practically ready to pop like a big red ballon.

“ What do you mean Yougeun “. You said totally confused.

“ The guy in science, the one in gym and now this? Are you really that dense Y/n “. Youngeun said her face half displaying amusement the other anger.

“ What do you mean Youngeun “. You said as you tried to get her hand of the wall so you could get out of this compromising position.

“ Your mine.. You know that right “.

“ What “.

“ I don’t flirt with you because it’s in my personality I flirt with you because your mine “. Youngeun said as you slowly started to process everything and your feelings for the taller girl too.

Which lead you to smile and said.

“ Who else would I be? “. Youngeun smiled after you said that and went in for a kiss before you said.

“ I’ll give you a kiss but I ah e one question.. “. Youngeun nodded and slightly rolled her eyes.

“ Are you jelly baby? “. Youngeun rolled her eyes and began to stomp of.

“ Guess that’s a yes! “. You yelled at her as she stormed of and you began to follow after her.

Couldn’t she just have said “ I’m jelly baby “?

[myhiraeth]

@starlightfreed sent: PRIZE :  for one muse to win the other a prize at a carnival. // okay just like one more for HL and Styxx bc come on that’s too cute

Her eyes linger on the cute little round panda hanging in the rafters of the carnival game, but she’s willing to pass it without saying anything, so instead he stops them, pausing with his arm around her and eyeing the game. “What do you say we try it?” 

She shakes her head at first, claiming the games are rigged and not to waste his money, and he leans down to kiss her temple. “Money on you is never wasted. Come on, it’ll be fun…” he wheedles, plying her with a rarely seen smile. 

The game is a simple one in theory: throw the dart, pop the ballon, win a prize. He hands a bill to the teenage kid behind the little counter and gets a pile of darts in return. A young boy next to him- maybe seven or eight, unsupervised- is chucking darts at the board, thick eyebrows furrowing when he keeps smacking the balloons without popping them. 

He hesitates a moment, but Honey Lemon is still watching and he tosses a few darts, the balloons pop-pop-popping and he tries to not look at the boy who’s annoyed, awed gaze he can practically feel on him. The teenager behind the game is unimpressed- Styxx is unlikely the first to know how to work the game- but the younger boy tries a few more times, still hitting the balloons head on. After he’s out of darts, he digs into his pocket as Styxx hit another one, two, three balloons- a few more to Honey Lemon’s panda- and fishes out a few crumpled dollar bills and sets them on the counter, earning himself three measly darts. 

He lets a soft sigh, and lays a hand over the dollars before the game runner can take them, pushing them back to the boy and the darts back to the teen, moving his own pile in front of the boy and crouching down with the dart still in his hand, glancing at the boy. “The trick is to aim in an arc,” he says, demonstrating without actually throwing the dart. “It’s the gravity on the way down that gives it enough momentum to pop it.” He tosses the one in his hand, his lips twitching into an almost smile at the sound of the pop that follows. He nods to the pile now in front of the boy. “Go ahead.” 

It takes a few times but eventually the boy picks it up and manages to pop a few balloons in a row, running off with a grin and a new stuffed bear in a top hat, and Styxx watches him go off before the teen speaks up. 

so what prize do you want? 

He nods to the panda that had initially caught Honey Lemon’s eye and once he has it, he presents it to her with a little flourish. “Sorry for the wait, my lady.” He offers with another small smile, caught off guard when she leaned up to give him a kiss before accepting the gift. 

[dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram]

I appreciate your advice about how not to care or limit what content i see online. It just doesn't seem fair that I'm the one who has to do that. You mentioned watching ONO but you know, I subscribed to Apple just so I could watch it live. Everytime I was there for the album and video premieres, I clicked on the doors everyday during the promo, bought the album and streamed. This award should be a celebration for all of us who have been there every step of the way. And I feel like I got robbed of that. No matter how I curate my online presence, the hatred and negativity is pervasive. There's no getting away from it unless I completely log off which I don't want to do. I want to be here in the fandom and supporting harry. I clicked on a variety and rolling stone tweet about the spin table not working and I wanted to defend Harry like see, it wasn't his fault and he still did great! And I saw so many hateful comments so even generic entertainment sites aren't safe. And so many people i follow have stopped posting. You can feel it like a ballon popped and drained all the excitement out of everyone. And maybe they're not online because they're protecting themselves from the negativity which is good for them. Please don't post this if you feel like it adds to the negativity i really don't mean to do that. I needed to get this out because the last couple of days I've been feeling so bad for Harry and I guess for myself too.

Oh anon - I was being very gentle last time - this time I'm going to be a little bit more direct.

I came to a standstill when I read: 'It just doesn't seem fair that I'm the one who has to do that.' Who else is going to curate your feed for you anon? How else, but curating your own feed, could you possibly deal with the fact that some people are saying things you don't like?

Other people exist in this world and they are going to keep on talking and having views about culture that you are invested in for the rest of your life. You have to learn how to deal with that, because you are a person in the world.

The Grammys are an award given out by music industry professionals to promote the music industry. The idea that the award of a Grammy 'should be' anything, but that misses the point. Your fandom of Harry, your money and attention, buys you nothing, but the art you are engaging with in that moment. It certainly doesn't mean that the world should arrange itself so that you get the experience you want.

You can't support Harry. You don't know him. When you purchase his music, go to a gig, buy merch, or engage in his art in a way that is monitored you assist his career. But you can't control how other people think of him (and you shouldn't try)

I'm sorry you're sad and I hope you find a way to feel your sadness and maybe process a little bit what's at stake for you. You and your feelings are far more important than Harry.

[cat-n-rabbit]

Today on... cool things in SaGaRS that are no longer available.

Modern heroes! Or.. all the funny prefecture collabs edits and other events where the 7 Heroes just had fun.

Unfortunately all of these were from post Polka's arc where the game got little to no writing anymore so all these events have no story beyond what you can come up with while reading the descriptions. I don't know why it was so difficult to attach some dialogue and exchanges between the characters in a pixel art game but I suppose that was too much to ask for from the small indy developer SQUARE ENIX ...

These are now only available in the game's custom battle design option, and I don't really remember others, but anyhowsies.... here we go, for they are a lot!

We start of with the Music Fes 2022! It was one of my favorite events. It was so colorful and so many SaGa characters were having music/performance styles! The event came with a raid event and bosses with their own stages. Wagnas had not only a banner style but raid boss style too!

I don't remember the BGM that played on his stage but I assume it was one of the 7 heroes arrangements. Modern world pop star Wagnas?

Sadly majority of the events didn't get any story context. The best you could do is piece together a narrative based on their banner lines...which wasn't much. Given how Final Emperor had a music festival style too along Wagnas makes me wonder how were they both talked into this? Then again Wagnas seems to easily hop into festivities.

Next up is all the Saga prefecture collab bosses! RS will often have collabs with the saga prefecture in Japan and as result have raid events designed over various places in the prefecture. At various raid nodes you would have bosses who seem to be enjoying the activities there!

Your guesses of what's going on here is as good as mine xD;

Beyond Subier got drunk and claimed the spa pond(?) and Dantarg is out there to eat all the goods and you just happen to be on the way... I have little clue what's Kzinssie's deal. Did he try to eat a crab and the crab tried to eat him??

I assume these are the prefecture flag/colors? Bokhohn just had to control a giant...whatever that is (giant goby?) and we had to fight it at some point of course. I recall Rocboquet had a banner style during that event with skill especially targeting the giant gobby. It's a shame we never got story attached to these cause it felt like there was something going on here!

And lets not forget ... ... balloon Wagnas.

-Deep breathes- the source of my PTSD... Balloon Wagnas. Now, now... I know the event is gone and the game will disappear at the end of November, but let me just... just explain the pain and suffering. We had to get a drop from every prefecture boss from this event to turn in and get gems, typical grindy stuff. Usually RS is not too bad with drops. But not Wagnas, oh no... He claimed the skies with his balloons and he would not drop a dang balloon. 200+ fights later I finally got it, normally it would take like less than 50... Wagnas, what have I done to you!?? I've always collected your styles and used you in battles T^T;;;

Anyhowsies... so you know... Wagnas likes his ballons and he ain't sharing any. Not until you cry and beg I guess.

And last but not least.... That one time when idk what Bokhohn smoked but he went full Grinch/Scrooge mode and decided to ruin christmas for everyone !

Not only he was a boss he also had a banner style where he was all about riding a mechanical sleigh with puppet reindeers and raining bombs over Avalon! What was the context behind that? Who knows! It was event without any story context once again. I was especially sad we got no story cause Noel had a wonderful christmas style where he seemed to be enjoying himself for once. And Final Empress had a style on the same banner as Noel and it looked like a truce to enjoy the festivities.

Hokay... forgot about the School banners! The RS Academy events which... got a short 3 part manga comic but not an in-game story for some reason. But! We got... Astronomy Teacher Wagnas! Trickster illusionist Bokhohn and Janitor Kzinssie!

I remember in the manga Wagnas was being a bestie with Gerard and nerding about stars which I thought was really sweet, especially considering one of Gerard's styles does have Galactic Rift (strongest light spell!) and It's just me here connecting the dots like some wild conspiracy theoriest but I guess nerdy boy Gerard also enjoys astronomy!

Bokhohn seemed to be a student this time...which is funny cause isn't he supposed to be older than Wagnas? He mentions he prefers illusions and tricks to actual magic. Maybe in modern world he will be all about card tricks!

And... that's all I could pull from the vault!

I hope it was fun read. :>

I will miss the sillies RS provided. . . u_u; You could randomly miss a character regardless of which SaGa game and log into RS then put them in silly hat and go smack a random old boss or something... I only hope they will make a new SaGa mobile game at some point cause RS even in Japan is not doing well right now.

[rainydawgradioblog]

A. Savage showed me I can write a decent song (I’m delusional)

My first major purchase after arriving in Copenhagen last summer was a ticket to see Andrew Savage’s European tour in February. The legendary Parquet Courts co-frontman played Ideal Bar in Vesterbro with his band Midnight Stew to a crowd of me and 99 tall mustachioed film bro-looking Danish lads in their 20s and 30s. I fit right in wearing my artsy new A. Savage “Riding Cobbles” t-shirt, as Andrew convinced me with his lovely little tunes to write a song of my own.

Andrew’s visual aesthetic had me straight to Ticketmaster before his latest album Several Songs About Fire even dropped. Everything he rolled out in promo shoots, cover art, and concert merch was drenched in David Hockney meets “The Adventures of Tintin” meets the doodles on the back of my middle school binder. 

Paired perfectly with the cartoony visuals, the music of Sevel Songs About Fire boils down melodies to a uniquely simple formula. Nothing is overcomplicated, leaving plenty of room to feel every chord change and focus on his glorious rusty voice, which is down-to-earth but also smooth enough to make me think he could burn the house down singing Frank Sinatra hits if he wanted. Andrew’s style makes great songwriting feel like something that anyone with a shitty guitar can do, and that’s not meant to sound shady. 

Another major draw to Andrew’s music is his lighthearted pessimistic humor that he throws all over his lyrics. It’s the same humor that my dad’s college buddies who never had kids embody. You can tell he’s got a weird whimsical take on the world in the way he phrases his feelings. “My weekly dinner of popcorn and Coke / Every Friday, like communion that I took as a joke” in the intro “Hurtin’ or Healed” is objectively a bit bleak but you can’t help but smirk and hope you're as witty as him at age almost 40.

I can thank Andrew and his band Parquet Courts for my appreciation of art punk and a lot of the politically charged folk rock I obsess over today like early Courtney Barnett and Fontaines DC. The band’s pop art aesthetic and funky yet punky take on indie rock recontextualized a lot of harsh punk aesthetics into something that made a lot more sense to me when I was first getting into music. Album’s like Wide Awake and Human Performance were palatable but gritty enough to slap some taste into my teenage brain.

Where Andrew’s solo work deviates from Parquet Courts is his more laid back take on songwriting, packed full of energy without doing the most. He’s got a handful of chords and progressions that are standard but still sound so uniquely his own. Hearing a song like “Le Ballon” or his latest single “Black Holes, the Stars and You” put Andrew’s skill at building tension and emotion with just a few particular chords and subtle melodies on full display.

Most of the emotion conveyed on Sevel Songs About Fire is rooted in finding comfort in simple pleasures and observations in a life far from a sense of home. Living all the way in Denmark, I listen to “Riding Cobbles” bumping down the cobbled Copenhagen streets, “My New Green Coat” while wrapped in my new thrifted Bob Dylan jacket, and “Mountain Time” watching the geese fly in Vs like they do in the Cascades back home. 

To me, the album is music to ramble to– it’s the music you listen to with your thumb out on the side of the road with a knapsack tied to a stick over your shoulder. I listened to the new album for the first time while waiting for trains between Berlin and Copenhagen, anticipating a long bus ride to Stockholm the next day. Being on exchange often felt chaotic, trying to experience as many new things as I could without a lot of regard to my ability to settle down, and Sevel Songs About Fire is exactly that. Andrew mentioned during his set that he loves touring because he has the unique ability of finding a sense of home in a lot of places, something I wish I was better at.

After Andrew’s show, I picked up my very own $35 guitar from the charity shop down the street and started thinking about tiny observations or inanimate objects that made me feel any kind of something. However insignificant these things seemed, they were unique to me which is exactly why Andrew’s music is so important. Several Songs About Fire was never about reinventing the wheel but more about a unique perspective and personality using the bread and butter of what makes a great song. 

I beg of you please listen to Several Songs About Fire and after you’ve realized it’s your favorite album ever I’d give his debut album Thawing Dawn a listen. For more political indie rock stuff I’d listen to Parquet Court’s Wide Awake and if you like it even punkier, try Light Up Gold. 

You’re welcome!

Mead Gill

[truearchangel]

   Yes, actually. That was exactly what Michael wanted to hear. And if he had just said that and left it at that, this would have been so much easier. Instead, as Michael sat there satisfied at getting the answer he finally wanted to hear–Alastor kept going. And going. And going. Dramatic and chaotic, eventually satisfying himself by throwing himself onto the bed like a defeated little ballon that was popped. 

   And he finally laughed. 

   After holding it in for so long watching that finally broke him. A laugh startled from his throat, bright and cheerful, and then eventually started bubbling out of him in long chaotic continual amusement. He fell over with the demon on the bed, dropping his head onto Alastor’s chest as he continued to laugh like the other was showing him the most amusing thing in the world by what he was doing. 

   It really was just so cute. Absolutely adorable and completely temper tantrum-like. A child who wasn’t getting what he wanted, caught with his hand in the cookie jar, forced to admit he liked something that he had done himself. All because Michael asked one to many questions and was trying to reassure himself that Alastor was happy and comfortable. 

   What an absolute brat. 

   And he adored him for it.

   He sucked in a breath and turned his head to the side, setting his gaze on Alastor and watching him with a gentle smile. He knows the demon is going to be pissed at him for laughing, but he really couldn’t help it. “I’m sorry–well, not really but it sounds like the right thing to say.” See, that’s what he meant about twisting one’s behavior because they think it’ll help. “But you’re just so cute and I know that is probably a blow to your ego, the fact I’m not terrified of you but like–you should have seen your shadow.”

   The way he was acting, but the shadow too. Alastor was more scary looking with the ticking eyes than his shadow was, trying to bare its teeth like an irritated cat. “I want to pet it so badly.” The demon he was laying on top of as well, but the shadow too. It was like a cute little fawn that was trying to act like a big scary full buck. 

   He cannot say that. He can’t! Alastor would actually probably snap his neck!   Smiling gently he raised his hand up and reached for the other, moving slowly in the chance he actually did piss Alastor off laughing at him. “It does, by the way, make me feel a lot better knowing you wanted to do it. And by the way, I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

Alastor's expression was dull as Michael seemed intent on clarifying something he did not think NEEDED clarification. But he was silent all the same - maybe cowed slightly by the fingers in his hair which threatened to pull a shiver from him. But he aggressively tamped that urge down, raising a brow at the angel's justification for his thinking.

Unfortunately, what he was saying did make some modicum of sense. But that did not mean Alastor had to agree that it was representative of him. The more Michael seemed determined to convince him that what he was doing was not his choice, the more he was beginning to understand that it very much was. And not solely to benefit the angel currently wrapped around him.

The tug to his hair made him wince slightly - ow. His scalp was sensitive. And under any other circumstances, such an act might have earned Michael an aggressive snap of teeth. But as it was now, it was earning him some level of respect - to face Alastor's clear attempt to display power and be unfazed.

Annoying as that was.

He snuffed irritably.

"You are laying on top of me because I like it. Is that what you are searching for? For me to admit that I am actively seeking something out because I like it??" He was admittedly slightly exasperated. "I kissed you because I wanted to see if I would enjoy it and I did. I do not know how much clearer I can possibly be. And even now I stare at your MOUTH because I want to do it again!"

He laid back into the pillows again. Dramatic.

"Would you like to properly flay me open and investigate my desire to do so, next? I will give you the knife!"

A better alternative would be to simply kill him. That was fine, too. Save him of this flim-flammery.

"My boundaries are stated when they need to be. You will know when I do not want something. In fact, what I do not want now is for you to continue to needle me so. Let me wither away in my fruitless endeavors."

Nobody ever said Alastor was not capable of theatrics. If Michael wanted to get closer, he would need to get used to that.