#hit the limit exactly!!! phew

[chasingbluebirds]

In Candlelight

Written for this week's @flashfictionfridayofficial theme, "Singing in the Candlelight"!

Word count: 1,000

--

The lights go out again.

Mara's breath sticks in her throat for a second, but she digs out a lighter from her jeans pocket and clicks it on. It's a tiny light, but that's fine; it's an equally tiny apartment. It's casts at least a solid foot of light from her, which is good enough.

The room's a mess, but her phone is somewhere in the clutter. If she can find it, that's a flashlight at least, though she's got to be careful not to kill the battery on it too fast. But she could use it to dig out the candles she's got somewhere, in any case. At least, she's pretty sure she still has them — an old birthday gift she'd stuffed away somewhere.

—

Her first memory of a big storm felt like one of those old vignetted photographs, darkened at the edges so it was hard to place the surroundings. She must have been about five years old, or was it eight?

Dad was at work again that day. Or at least, Mara thought it must have been so. He hadn't been there at home, so probably. He was always working, back then.

Sitting on the living room sofa, watching cartoon rabbits and ducks, everything had suddenly shut off. The sound of the TV buzzed out mid-quack. The dark came so abruptly, she thought her heart had stopped.

She clutched a throw blanket to her chest, eyes wide as she tried to search the room for monsters. She didn't see any, but then, she couldn't see anything. But she could hear the torrential groan of droplets against the trees and windows, and it scared her.

She hid under the blanket and shut her eyes until she fell asleep.

When her dad woke her later, the lights were on again.

—

Mara finds her phone under the lid of an open pizza box on the kitchen counter, its contents long since eaten. She clicks her tongue against the back of her mouth, realizing how long it's been sitting there. It's been a while since she got around to any cleaning, actually — not that she can clean in the dark like this, either.

A tap on the phone's screen warns her of low battery, eighteen percent left. Of course, she forgot to charge it. She checks the weather with a few swipes of her thumb, but the storm doesn't look like it's going to let up anytime soon. It'll be five or six hours at the least, with a chance of going even later into the night.

Annoyance tugs at the corner of her mouth, but she can't waste the battery life standing around like this. She turns on the flashlight and gets to searching for those candles.

—

She couldn't say when the first time was that Dad was actually home when the power went out, but she must have still been in elementary school. At least, that's what she would tell herself to explain away why she was still scared of rain monsters every time the lights suddenly turned off.

He found her huddled in a ball on the sofa, covering her ears again. He chuckled a little at her, but hearing her whimper, he hugged her tight and hummed some popular song from the radio.

"Come on, sing with me," he insisted playfully, handing her the flashlight. "We have to do something to pass the time until the power comes back."

She had to admit, it helped. She started to sing and hum to herself every time after that, the same song as that day, and even if Dad wasn't home, it was like a little musical hug.

—

Cursing under her breath the whole time, Mara searches what feels like every drawer and cabinet in the apartment before she finally finds it: a box of candles, no bigger than a pack of markers and each just as colorful.

She brings them over to the dining table, where her ashtray is sitting. It's a pretty antique thing she'd snagged at a thrift store once, a bouquet of green-flecked flowers engraved into long-dulled bronze. She thinks they must have been painted once. Now, there's just a cigarette butt lingering inside from earlier that day.

She bites back the urge to light another, or at least not yet, and dumps the old one into an empty bag of chips on the table. She had managed to quit for a good while, but she'd fallen back into it a few months ago. She tells herself she'll quit again when the new year comes next month.

For now, she pulls one of the tapered candles out of the box and stands it in the center of the ashtray. It takes a couple tries to get it to stay, but it does eventually, and after a few seconds, the wax rolling down its side hardens at the bottom to hold it in place.

—

It was raining the day of Dad's funeral.

Mara walked up to the podium to give her little speech about him, but when she got to the front, all she could hear was the smacking of water against the building. It drowned all the words from her mind with its noise, and she forgot everything she had wanted to say.

She couldn't remember what she did after that. The next thing she remembered was searching her car radio channels for songs to sing along with.

—

Mara pulls a seat up in front of the candle, watching the flame flickering for a good few minutes while she decides what to do. It's too early to sleep still, too dark to do much else. Her phone's about to die, too, and she plugs it in for whenever the power's back.

She grabs a cigarette after all, taking a long drag as she listens to the rain hammering at her balcony. The smoke slinks out from her mouth in a slow huff, wisps curling in the candlelight before disappearing into the darkness.

She starts singing.

[worldofstoriesanddreams]

Isn't there an age limit?

The Justice League gathered in the meeting room to deal with yet another potential world ending threat. On the screen was a projection of an incoming alien armada. The invaders were as numerous as the stars. Each spaceship looked like a skull with many tentacles.

“These mechanical ships harvest a world’s resources, destroying all life, while terraforming the planet into servers which become part of Brainiac’s interstellar network,” Batman explained.

“We don’t have sufficient numbers to take them all down,” Martian Manhunter pointed out. “Is there a weakness we can target? Or do they have a leader we can capture to force the entire fleet into submission?”

“We need to locate Brainiac and infiltrate the ship he’s on.” While Batman spoke, a hush silence fell on the entire room. Everyone stared at the screen behind him, with mouths wide open.

Turning around, Batman stared in unbelief.

A massive sphere - a dead star, moved between Earth and the alien army. 

The cameras zoomed in on a red dot pushing it - Fawcett’s new local hero with the demeanour of a golden retriever - Captain Marvel. 

Gripping the titanic star like an oversized plastic ball, he swung it forward, hitting the incoming spaceships out of the galaxy.  

The Herculean man’s face lit with childish glee as he pumped his fist in the air. 

Grinning like an idiot, he carted the unimaginably heavy celestial object away, while whistling a ditty. 

How powerful was that man? 

More importantly, does he have any weakness in case he needs to be taken down?

“Phew,” Flash was the first to get his voice back. “The new guy took care of that. So can we go home now?”

“No,” Batman raised his hand. “Change of agenda. It’s time we expanded our membership.” Keep your friends close but your enemies closer. What better way to keep an eye on the new guy than to bring him into the fold.

Superman had a silly hopeful grin on his face. “I vote we invite Captain Marvel to join the League.”  The Last Son of Krypton must suspect that the new hero is a fellow Kryptonian.

“We don’t know anything about him,” Green Lantern cautioned.

“Better get him on our side than have him join our enemies,” Batman replied as the screen showed photos and articles about Captain Marvel gleaned from the internet for all to study.

“He’s clean.” Cyborg ran his checks on the man. “He’s a boy scout. Half of all the footage I have found — and I mean exactly half — shows him rescuing cats from trees or helping little old ladies cross the road while carrying groceries for them.”

“Cast your votes,” Batman ordered. “Do we want Captain Marvel to be a member of the Justice League?”

*

The decision was unanimous. Captain Marvel has a place in the Justice League, that is, if he wants it. With his power set, he would be a valuable asset to the team. All appearances of the new hero have shown that he is one of the good guys.

“I’ll ask him,” Superman volunteered. He was dying to meet the new guy. He had to be a fellow Kryptonian. Though he must have a chat with The Captain about Bat-paranoia, to hide how much Kryptonians can really do. Otherwise Bats might break out his Kryptonite stores to hit them both.

For example, while pushing a titanic star, for goodness sake, please make it look a lot more challenging.

According to Cyborg, Captain Marvel would appear in Fawcett right after a massive lightning strike from the clear, cloudless sky. The hero tended to patrol Fawcett for an hour before seven in the morning and for an hour after three in the afternoon on weekdays. His schedule was more unpredictable during the weekends. 

Clark was a reporter. 

Could The Captain be an elementary school teacher in his civilian identity?

It was a quarter past three on a Wednesday afternoon. Superman hovered four hundred feet above Fawcett’s busiest square, drawing a curious crowd while he waited for Captain Marvel to make his appearance.

Lightning struck an alley near a local elementary school.

“S-superman!” Captain Marvel hovered in front of him. 

The man’s brilliant blue eyes brimmed with excitement as he stared at Superman with an open-mouthed grin. 

“What brings you to Fawcett?” The Captain’s cheeks flushed as he stiffened, arms crossing his heavily muscled chest. If Superman didn’t know any better, he’d think Captain Marvel was starstruck.

“Captain Marvel,” Superman began, feeling a little self conscious.“I come on behalf of the Justice League. We’ve seen what you can do and want you to join our team.”

“You want me to join the Justice League?” The big guy was practically bouncing with excitement. If he were a golden retriever with a tail, he’d be wagging it.

Just as abruptly, he looked down, slouching as if trying to shrink his large frame. “But isn’t there an age limit to join the League?”

“We don’t discriminate against anyone based on their ages.” 

Superman whispered conspiratorially. “I don’t even know how old I was when my ship landed on earth. For all you know, it could have taken lightyears to get here.”

“Hmm,” Captain Marvel rubbed the back of his neck. “If you say so.”

“Take your time to think about it,” Superman handed him a League communicator. “This is for you. If you want to talk to us, just press this button,” he showed The Captain how to use the device.

“For me?” The guy looked as excited as a kid who had received a shiny new toy. 

“Yes, for you,” Superman replied. “Call us when you’ve decided.”

“I want in,” Captain looked up, grinning from ear to ear.

“Then, welcome to the Justice League!” Superman shook his hand. “Come with me to our headquarters.”

*

The flight to the Justice League’s Headquarters with Superman was fun. 

That giant satellite that Cap often flew past when he left earth’s atmosphere was the Justice League’s Watchtower -  a secret meeting place for Justice League members.

Billy was flying with Superman. 

Elated.

The SUPERMAN!

How cool was that?

His hero was a lot chattier in person. 

Superman talked about Krypton, his home world. His dad uploaded all Krypton’s history and knowledge into the A.I. of the spaceship that brought Kal-el to earth. 

Kal-el was Superman’s birth name.

“What’s your birth name?” Superman asked?

“William,” Cap replied.

“Wil-em,” Superman looked deep in thought. 

“The Ems — I think I know your bloodline.”

“You do?” The thought that Superman even cared about Billy’s family warmed him like a cup of hot chocolate. But as far as Billy knew, he was a Batson, not an Em. He was four when he lost his family. It’s been three years since. His memories of Daddy, Mummy and Mary were beginning to fade.

“Come with me to my Fortress of Solitude after your induction and I’ll show you Krypton’s records about the Ems,” Superman grinned as he tapped on the satellite.

A panel slid open.

“Where is it?” Cap asked as he flew into the airlock.

“In the Arctic,” he accompanied Cap in the dock.

“Are there polar bears?” Cap felt giddy with excitement.

“Plenty,” Superman laughed as he walked Cap through the massive hall. It was like nothing Billy had ever seen. 

“I can introduce you to a family of friendly bears,” Superman grinned.

“I would love that,” Billy’s heart did flip flops over the thought of getting to meet polar bears who were friends with Superman. Cap could speak all languages. He’d have a great time chatting with Superman’s bear buddies.

“Holy Moley,” Captain Marvel exclaimed as he walked through the security checkpoint. The doorway opened into futuristic corridor with interactive walls and holographic displays. 

Announcing the arrival of Superman and his guest Captain Marvel, a tinny voice rang out.

“Brace yourself,” Superman whispered. “The rest of the League is waiting for us in the meeting room.”

A metallic panel slid open revealing a grand meeting room. Batman sat at the head of the long table. Wonder Woman, Flash, Green Lantern, Cyborg and Aquaman sat around it. There were two empty seats.

All eyes were on Captain Marvel.

“Holy Moley,” Cap whispered. He couldn’t help himself. It’s a bad habit he picked up from his late father.

“Guys,” Superman announced. “Captain Marvel has agreed to join the Justice League.”

The room broke into applause.

“Welcome to the team,” Flash whooped.

“Let’s celebrate,” Aquaman tilted a large bottle of whiskey, filled a glass and slid it across the table to Captain Marvel.

Cap looked at the glass in front of him and back at Aquaman. “Isn’t there an age limit?”

[visarcana]

In celebration of the miserable realization that I haven't updated in more than a year

I was thinking of how this happened and if I REALLY have done so little on the fic. A lot is going on but that shouldn't be my excuse; I had difficult years before. So what was I doing for the past year?

I published the Folken oneshot here and here (phew, there's at least something).

I do have SOME version of ch 17 ready that I have continually worked on, it's just that it doesn't feel up to my standards. What is worse, I cannot figure out what comes after. I have the CONCEPT and major scenes but the plotholes could sink the whole thing if I'm not careful. I hoped to have this figured out before publishing the next chapter, I usually had, in similar situations before. I wonder if I should just risk it and just go ahead.

I have some scenes that do not exactly fit into the fic at this point BUT I WANT to have them. What do? Force them in there somehow (I did that in the past already)? Create a separate "fic" for them? I feel like such an inexperienced writer when things like this and the previous one slow me down while others can produce chapter after chapter much more regularly.

I did A LOT of translation last year, and it was the hard kind, the novel translation. You kinda have to employ your skills there as a writer, too, besides dedicating buttload of time and patience. Maybe I tired myself out and hit the limits of my creative energy? It certainly feels like it at times. This is something that took me by surprise, in the past, the translation fueled rather than impeded my writing.

I did have some very engaging fic talks with a few of the readers and friends, I'm really thankful for that. They were obviously about the stuff I had already posted but I guess it doesn't hurt to think on the past things again, quite often, an inspiration hits from that. Not to mention motivation, it's incredibly motivational to have someone care about your story, I don't think I even need to say that. I even was lucky to lay my eyes on some fanart for the fic and although I can't say I contributed there such a treat ALWAYS deserves gratitude and mention <3

The questions also helped me understand where my writing is unclear or where it may get confusing. Besides the answers, I had to even look up some photo references and even did some pencil sketches. Although they are not great, it's the only thing that I've drawn in long months.

So, in case someone else wondered about the same things, and since I have some of these answers typed out already (with some of them quite elaborate as usual), I will post the "questions" below.

If there is any interest in any of the answers, I will publish them here. I wouldn't want to spam you otherwise, I mean, I get that it's the new chapter people would want to read, if anything. I can't make any other promises but I'll keep working on that as well. Anyway, an update of this blog was long overdue, so I did at least that.

-- CHAPTER 16

What are “sliders”, “lum”, “Telandir” etc.? Basically, worldbuilding Q/A.

What does Van mean exactly when he says “There are four of you, and you will come down with me peacefully. Or there will be less… if you think you can outrun me.”

Is it “Cyro” or “Cyrien”? How old is he? How does he feel when Hitomi intercepts on him on the way to the command tent and what does his apologetic shrug at the end mean?

What is Hitomi wearing and why does no one pay much attention to her until she speaks up at the war council? Why do the soldiers call her “Private Sweetling”?

How does Van feel about the whole situation with the captives? Are Hitomi’s concerns substantial?

What really happened and what are the physical actions (and reactions) of the characters during the argument taking place in Van’s tent?

What is the meaning of Van and Folken’s conversation about Hitomi, when Folken says his brother “disappoints” him?

What is the meaning of Folken’s “what if I told you I’m done being useful”? What does Van’s reaction to that mean?

Why does Allen see younger himself in Van and what are his regrets?

What does Hitomi mean when she says “everything is shattered”? -- PREVIOUS CHAPTERS

Why does Hitomi so easily accept that Gaea was real after all, when she had been thinking it was a dream for several years?

Why is Hitomi so formal with Millerna at the start? Why is she starting from zero with some of the relationships like Millerna and Van?

Why do people call Hitomi “seeress” in VA?

Are Hitomi’s abilities gone? Why can Van dowse and can anyone do it?

Why does Dornkirk want to separate Van and Hitomi? What is the connection between Lenz’s tasks and the ch15 forest scenes?

Why was there not a scene revealing the reactions of the characters back on Earth to Hitomi’s disappearance?

[dzamie-oc]

Voretober 02 - Admiration

Length: 1700 words Vore type: Oral vore, M/M, willing prey, safe vore Fandom: None (Kahudra) Other info: feet first, naga/anthro Summary: Vore streamer Sel'riss meets a fan at a convention. You'll never guess what they get up to.

Sel'riss slithered slowly through the convention hall. It took a fair amount of practice to keep his scaly, blue tail from taking up too much walking room, and if it weren't for fascinating analysis panels like the one he'd just come from, he'd probably never attend one. Well, barring free admission, but he wasn't the kind of snake who'd be able to swing that.

Anyway, he had a good hour and a half until the "legally distinct from Who's Line" panel. He could check out local restaurants, peruse the dealer's den, or-

"Hey!" A loud voice jolted him out of his thoughts. The naga tensed, hoping whoever his tail just tripped would accept an apology. However, when he turned around, the fox approaching him had a smile on his face. As well as a pair of Bro Strider glasses.

"Er… hello?" He wasn't quite sure how to respond to him. Did he drop something, or…?

The fox came to a stop just before him."You're Sel'riss, right? I'm a big fan," he said, bushy tail swishing behind him.

Sel'riss let out a breath. "Oh! Phew, I thought I'd hit someone with my tail. Nice to meet you, uh…"

"Lansat." The name clicked in his mind. "I dunno if you'd remember, but-"

"The guy with the-" Sel'riss cut himself off to check around him for congoers too young to overhear this sort of thing. Playing it safe, he continued vaguely, "the sleeping bag thing?"

Lansat's ears flicked back and he flushed red. "Y-yeah. Let's go with that. You're not too weirded out by it?"

Sel'riss shrugged. "I've heard worse. Plus, it is a little flattering."

Silence reigned for several seconds, snake and fox both trying to find a way to continue. A passing Vriska complimented Lansat on his getup. Finally, Sel'riss took initiative. "So… I have some time to kill."

Lansat's blush seemed to burn right through his fur. "Are you suggesting what I think you are?"

"Not out in public, I'm not. Care to join me away from prying ears?"

"Y-yes! Damn, that's smooth…"

Sel'riss felt himself slip into a more familiar rhythm as he led his fan towards the hotel elevators. "Practice. I mean, you've watched me for a while. Especially with my niche, I've got to have some way to meet new guests, at least enough to keep up appearances."

The elevator was a little small even for just himself, but he managed to pile enough of his body against the walls to give Lansat a place to stand. The naga quietly thanked the gods for generous weight limits, and tapped the floor. Certainly easier than taking the stairs, especially with how long of a trip it would be.

Once the doors closed and the elevator began to move, Lansat shifted on his feet. "So, er… more plainly, are you really going to eat me?"

"I figured you'd be interested in it. If not, I'll probably just hang out in my room by myself."

This, as he'd suspected, threw the fox for a loop. "If I'm- I mean, yes, of course I am, it's literally a dream come true, but, well, you're not exactly known for giving your prey a choice."

Card go in slot, lock go beep, door go open. Halfway through slithering into his room, Sel'riss glanced back at Lansat. "Wait, do you- you don't think I actually, regularly kill people on stream, do you? That's like six kinds of super illegal."

This time, Lansat did actually trip on his tail; quick reflexes caught him on another length of scaly body. On a whim, Sel'riss finished a loose loop around him, rewarded with yet more furiously blushing fox. "Of course not! I know you let them out afterwards, but they seem pretty frightened to be there in the first place."

Sel'riss slithered on, letting the length of his tail slide around his guest before slipping free to join the rest of his coiled body. "Oh, they are. All in good fun, mind you." He rummaged through a bag before pulling out a vial of blue liquid. "But before and after the cameras are on, they are free to leave at any time, and I won't stop them." He held out the vial to the fox. "Anti-digestive potion? Always a good idea to take mysterious drinks from strangers who want to eat you."

Lansat grabbed the vial and held it up to get a good look. "This is gatorade."

"It looks like gatorade!" Sel'riss cheerfully corrected, "and you might've seen me fool a couple of my guests by telling them it actually is, if they really couldn't pull off the "unwilling" act. Uh, don't worry about that - I'm not gonna record this, just having fun in some spare time."

"This is surreal… With respect, you're both more and less unhinged in person than I expected." Lansat popped the cork out and downed the drink. He made a face at the taste. "Ugh. And still I expected a sports drink flavor. So what now?"

"Take off anything you don't want a bit acid-eaten, and I'll handle things from there," the naga instructed. Once Lansat had stripped down to his underwear and placed his cosplay in a neat pile, Sel'riss wrapped his tail around him and lifted him up, paws by his face. "This way, you get to watch yourself vanish… and I get to see how you react to it!"

A single gulp saw Lansat swallowed up to his knees. Although his upper half remained stock-still, Sel'riss felt the fox's rapid heartbeat against his tail and his toes stretch and wiggle against soft, deceptively-yielding throat flesh. He broke that deception with a single gulp, and his gullet firmly pulled more of the fox's legs in. As more of his fur slid across Sel'riss's forked tongue, the snake picked up more of a spicy-sweet flavor. If his mouth wasn't full of tasty fan, he was tempted to ask what fur conditioner he used.

The snake's eyes flicked to Lansat's underpants, visibly tented out by a prominent erection; he tried to soothe his prey's embarrassment with a calm smile and another long, steady swallow. If nothing else, he hoped his mouth's warm, wet embrace would occupy Lansat's mind enough to take it off of more embarrassing matters. A telltale salty flavor added to the wonderful mix of the fox's fur, and Lansat's eyes glazed over slightly, though he still focused on his predator. Sel'riss reveled in shattering that focus with one more gulp: prey often found his throat much more pleasant to grind against than his mouth, and this fan was no exception; Sel'riss simply relaxed his gullet and let gravity and the fox's unfocused rutting drag his belly in, then his chest, until all Lansat could see besides his arms was framed by serpentine jaws.

Sel'riss ran his own hands along his torso; although preoccupied, the fox's humping was spirited and made quite the active bulges in his stretchy, blue hide. The naga curled his forked tongue against the top of Lansat's head, then finally, with two gulps, sent his head and arms into the welcoming, hungry embrace of his throat and beyond. He twisted around to watch the shifting, squirming lump lessen inside his thicker lower half, then laid his upper body atop his stomach to wait for its newest temporary occupant.

Inside, his prey thrashed about, trying to rub against his insides with his arms trapped over his head. He watched as the signature spasms of a powerful orgasm gave way to a tired stillness, just before his body pulled Lansat into his stomach to rest under his upper body. Almost immediately, his gut growled and began to knead at its visitor, doing its best to work powerful yet utterly useless acids into the fox's body.

Sel'riss mentally counted to twenty. He turned out to be a few seconds early, and was about to speak up just when Lansat's body jerked to attention. The fox managed to get his arms against himself more comfortably, and pushed out against his confines - which, of course, held with no complaint.

"Oh my god, did you just-" his voice came, muffled through scales, fat, and muscle.

"I sure did."

"And I- I-"

"Not the first fan, unlikely to be the last. It'll digest normally."

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to-"

"Nnnope, not unless I wanna try to hide you for a day, and probably miss all those panels I wanted to go see." Sel'riss quickly shut that line of thought down. "And on top of that and the sudden one-day fast, there's legal issues. You're fine, Lansat."

"I… I guess I am. At- at least, it doesn't hurt to believe it." A moment of quiet, then the sensation of someone rubbing his belly from the inside. "Sorry about freaking out, Sel'riss. I should've trusted you."

Sel'riss shrugged, well aware that Lansat couldn't appreciate the gesture. "Can't blame you, I lie all the time to keep up the "cruel fatal pred" thing. I mean, it's no accident the potion looks exactly like blue gatorade. Anyway, my condolences in advance for your underwear; I think my stomach's more active than I expected."

"It- wait a sec." Sel'riss closed his eyes, enjoying Lansat fumbling around inside him. "Ah, shit. I knew something had to go wrong; meeting you IRL was way too cool to happen without a hitch."

Sel'ris laughed and promised to try to help after letting him out in an hour. In the back of his mind, he revisited his earlier thoughts: maybe cons weren't so bad, if he can find good company.

[ohthehypocrisy]

Post Season musings

Phew, I still can't believe Season 3 is over.

For those of you who don't know, I wrapped up Season 3 of my Pokemon Unite posts yesterday, and posted the Season Finale featuring a potential EX license for Zygarde. The Masterpost for Season 3 was also posted yesterday, you'll find it here. (Also, quick aside, I wanted to put in a short description for each one, but I ended up hitting the post text limit. I had to publish it without descriptions in order to fit within the text limit. I hate how empty it looks, ugh)

While I'm here, I can talk a bit about my experience writing Season 3. I'll try to make it brief.

In the Season 3 Masterpost, some of the posts are marked with an asterisk (which is this thing ->*). These are the pokemon that were wedged into the Season out of order for one reason or another.

Ditto was one of these spontaneous additions due to a sudden flash of inspiration on my part, as well as Uxie, Mesprit, & Azelf.

Ogerpon, Tatsugiri & Dondozo, and Palafin were added in to give the Season some Paldean flair, since it was lacking in Gen 9 representation. Ogerpon was a bit more deliberate considering the Teal Mask DLC had just been released around that time.

Wobbuffet was originally a scrapped pokemon, until I was inspired to rework the moveset into what it is now. I mentioned this at the end of the post.

Speaking of reworks, Luxray had a total overhaul of moves and abilities before it was published. Tropius was even supposed to be an All-Rounder before I changed it. Magnezone had a bit of retooling before it was published. Other than that, the other posts mostly retained their attacks and effects.

There are plenty of pokemon in the Season that many would call 'mid choices' and to that I say 'How dare you'. I know there are fans of Cacturne, Exploud, Castform, and especially Cradily out there and I know that they would enjoy the idea that other fans of pokemon want to see them added to Unite.

That said, a lot of these pokemon were victims of my egregious backlogging of posts. Some of these drafts were over half a year old before I finally published them. I won't deny that I was clearing out a bit of space...

At the start of the season, I had mentioned that I had plenty of posts finished and ready to go. This was to give me time and space to publish the Season posts in a timely manner. This lasted up until Obstagoon when I ran out of time and I didn't have the next post prepared.

I had to skip a week a few times just to give myself more time to finish these posts, which I didn't enjoy. I tried to keep these skipped weeks to a minimum, but it was really draining.

In case you're wondering, I'm still not all that settled in real life at the moment. I'm not exactly unemployed, but I don't have a lot of time to myself anymore. I don't regret working on this Season, but I am looking forward to an extended break on my end.

Now, as for the upcoming Season 4, I did say I'm gonna take a break and focus on other things. I will still be here to post about Pokemon Unite, make some more polls even. Maybe I can even get my creative muscles working and propose a short thought experiment. Who knows what'll happen from here on out.

I will be taking more time to get Season 4 ready, though. I want at least half of the drafts finished and ready for publishing before I start again. First things first, though, I need a break. Of course, knowing my hyperfixations, I'm probably gonna make more posts for more pokemon in the meantime. I can't help it, what can you do?

Until then, I'll be leaving you all with this hint for Season 4. Here'es a sneak peek at peak. Make sure you follow for when Season 4 comes out.

See you in the future...

[rolandrockover]

I Want to Know What Reason to Live Is

Most people probably know this one.

But I know that there are still some among us who have already been nose-dived into it, yet can't find any audible similarities between the choruses of Reason to Live and I Want to Know What Love is by Foreigner.

I don't know if my limited writing skills alone enable me to change this sober fact for the better, because unfortunately I'm not an ear doctor either. And I'm also afraid I don't know what kind of doctors Paul and especially Desmond Child must have thought they were, seizing the chorus of this giganto hit, surgically removing it from its natural and familiar habitat, namely the high rotation of mainstream radio, and transplanting it into their loose keyboard framework of Reason to Live.

I see the two of them as surgeons in surgical gowns, with scalpel and clamps at work, and one, or maybe even several hot chicks as nurses and assistants, because we are ultimately talking about Kiss, aren't we? Still, it's not exactly frivolous here, strangely enough, because everyone seems to be in a thoughtful kind of trance like at a Prozac party, or as if the anesthesiologist forgot to turn off the gas supply for the anesthesia, so that the gas could spread unhurriedly and unhindered throughout the operating room.

But wait a minute, that's just the keyboards. Phew, everyone just got lucky.

Side Note:

If you are interested in more gimmickry about Crazy Nights, you can find it here, here and here, and also here. Actually there's more, as I've just noticed, but you'll automatically come across it on your own, I guess.

Press Play and then take a deep breath and count backwards from ten:

Reason to Live (1987)

I Want to Know What Love is (1984)

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LUNATIC PARADE ;; Carla Route ー Sub Scenario w/Shin

–> In between the main route chapters, the player is taken to the area map of the Parade where you can freely roam around. There are four different places to visit, each with different mini games and sub scenarios to enjoy.

AREA: SAINT NORE PARK

CHARACTER: SHIN

ー The scene starts by the Tea Cups

Yui: ( I’m kind of excited about getting to ride the Tea Cups with Carla-san... )

Shin: ーー Ah, wait, hold up!

ー Shin joins them

*Rustle*

Shin: ...Phew, made it just in time. 

Yui: Eh!? Shin-kun!? What’s wrong?

Shin: I was just gonna get on this ride too. You don’t mind, right, Nii-san? 

Carla: Be my guest.

Shin: I expected no less from you! Glad that you’re so understanding!

*BZZZZT*

Shin: ー Ah, hey, hey. Seems like it’s starting. 

You spin the wheel. ...Okay?

Yui: O-Okay...!

( A Tea Cups ride with the three of us...Somehow that seems nerve-wrecking in more than one way... )

*Bzzzt*

Carla: ...Oh, this is it?

Shin: My thoughts exactly. It just twirls around a little, this is even less exciting than I anticipaーー Ow!

*Smack*

Yui: ( Eh!? Shin-kun is getting slapped right in the face by Carla-san’s scarf...!? )

Carla: Woman, what are you spacing out for? You’ve removed your hands from the wheel. 

Yui: M-My bad...!

*Bzzzt*

*Smack*

Shin: ーー Kuh!

Yui: ( Ah, again... )

Shin: One second, Nii-san...! Your scarf keeps...Uguh!!

*Smack*

Carla: This is barely worth my time at this rate. Woman...Spin it more. 

Yui: Eh? B-But...

( Should I...? Shin-kun seems to be having a really hard time. )

Carla: That’s not enough. ...More. Push this machine to its limit.

Yui: O-Okay...!

*Bzzt*

*Smack*

Shin: ーー Upuh...N-Nii-san...Ow!

*Smack smack*

*TIMESKIP*

Carla: Hm...It’s over already? Such a silly ride. 

Yui: ( He may say that, but I feel like he enjoyed it quite a bit...? )

( As for Shin-kun... )

Shin: ...

Um...Shin-kun, I’m sorry...

Shin: No, it’s fine...Not even I can bring myself to call Nii-san out...

Carla: ...Shin. You are too weak.

You seriously got motion sickness from a ride like this? You should toughen up a little if you wish to call yourself a Founder. 

Shin: Eh? Motion sickness...? Ah, yeah...I’m sorry, Nii-san.

Yui: ( Rather than motion sickness, I’m pretty sure Carla-san’s scarf is the culprit here... )

Carla: ...Let us go for one more round. I shall stay here with you until you conquer this ride. 

Shin: Eh? Again!? 

Yui: U-Um...Carla-san. We should at least take a small break fiーー

Carla: Do you have a problem? 

Shin: ...Right. I understand, Nii-san. 

Yui: ( Eh!? Is he really okay with it...? )

S-Shin-kun...

Shin: ...I’m totally fine. Nii-san is being so kind to dedicate his time to me...Haha. 

Carla: What are the two of you being sneaky about?

Shin: No, it’s nothing. ...Come on, you’re coming with us as well. 

Yui: (  Shin-kun’s smile didn’t seem genuine at all... )

( I better try to make it so the scarf doesn’t hit him as often... )

ーー THE END ーー 

[junko-and-riri-domain]

exam season ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ni-ki

“you aren't wasting my time, and you need rest. please, ___ this isn’t healthy.” riki pleaded, and he seemed so genuinely concerned for you.  “I know we’re labelled as rivals all the time but I want to get to know you better. as someone who ranked 1 consistently, I wanted to meet the one person who managed to achieve the same thing."

or 

you and nishimura riki are rivals under the same company. after all, being the same age and pretty much the same level of talent made you and him quite unstoppable. the company thought it’d be a good idea to let you two meet and get along, but it turned out to be quite the opposite ordeal. though, this always remained to be a respectful rivalry. nothing petty.

warnings : overworked reader, insecurities, fainting from exhaustion, hints at negative body image ( good ending ) 

note : this is also off the top of my head, please ignore any mistakes !

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ rest under the cut

what were you supposed to think?

you had to admit it to yourself though, similar age and practically same amount of skill in dance would mean that this unit would be pretty much unstoppable. it’s just ;; the unspoken consequences of young teamwork at play. 

training for about half a year at belift, you’ve become quite popular among the trainees. they describe you as a dance prodigy. if you were going to be honest, it was kind of embarrassing. the spotlight was okay depending on the circumstances but, to be described as something so honorable made you feel like you weren’t worthy of it. on top of that, your vocals were always stable while practicing, making you stand out and always place #1 on exams. 

and so you started to practice harder, with the same thought of

‘i have to prove that i’m worthy to be labeled as a prodigy, otherwise why else am i here?’ 

to ni-ki, you were always so hardworking. sometimes, he thought it was too much. he’d pass by the room you were practicing in during lunch breaks and he would see you dancing your heart out, sweat threatening to fall from your face. he could tell you were tired, but due to the rules, he wasn’t allowed to talk to you. he considered you his opponent in a way, but it wasn’t to the extent of ruining your workflow. 

and to you, ni-ki seemed like a charming rival. the way he danced had always mesmerized you, his snaps and swift moves are always close to perfect. this motivated you to practice even harder, despite already achieving extreme skill. you often nitpicked on yourself and keep saying that you’re not doing something well enough, and that you’re not good enough and you have to try harder. you honestly thought he was kind of annoying. not only is he literally so tall, he's a dancing machine. everything that you wanted to be. ni-ki may have been your unspoken rival, 

but overcoming your extreme feeling to be better than the previous day is your true rival. 

coming home after training, you were always exhausted. as much water you drank, it never felt as if it quenched the thirst you brought upon yourself from working so hard. while doing homework you always zoned out, your concentration nowhere to be found. at some point, you even stopped messaging your friends as much as before, ignoring any notification that popped up and practicing till the sun peeked above the horizon.

this feeling of wanting to slip away into well-deserved rest never sat right with you.

'if I have time to do something, then I'll do it now. rest can wait.'

---

the week before, an exam was assigned to all the trainees. the exam was to be separated by gender, but you thought this was kind of dumb. and so what did you do? you asked the choreographer if you could take both of the choreographies instead of being categorized into one section.

"that's a great idea, ___! I'll allow it this once, since you always rank 1 anyways. in fact, why don't I ask riki if he wants to do an co-op exam with you? you guys are the same age right?"

all you could do was let out a hum and nod.

'nishimura riki... I hope I don't mess anything up.'

"he always ranks 1 in exams as well so I think it'd be perfect!" he continued, a bright smile flashed across his face at the realization of a great performance in development.

he walks off, and briskly walks to where riki usually practiced.

phew

you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. you've done many exams before but it had never been with another person. trying to convince yourself everything would be okay, your intrusive thoughts came in again.

'what if i embarass myself? what if I can't learn the choreo and mess everything up? what if he doesn't like m- wait. that doesn't even matter- ugh.'

you stood there for so long thinking to yourself about the future that one of the trainees had to tap you on the shoulder to make sure you didn't see medusa or something. repeating your little sorries and thank yous, you left the practice room and went on your way home.

you'd think that after weeks of non-stop overworking you'd hit your limit by now. the thing is, you never learn your lesson until you have to learn it the hard way. and that's exactly what's gonna happen.

---

back to the present, riki was currently doing a run-over of what he thinks you guys should do to make the choreography better. if there was one thing you and him had in common, it's that you always wanted to be ranked 1 through hard work.

however, you disagreed with some of the steps he created, and respectfully asked if you could show him what you were thinking of. in all honesty, riki was quite impressed. he'd never seen you dance up close since all he was able to do was take quick glances, but seeing you pour your heart into what you love and being absolutely great at it, it kind of gave him the feels.

yes. the feels. the butterflies. 🦋🦋🦋

though, in the next moment, butterflies was far from what he felt. his stomach did a full 180 and his face in such a shocked state as he watched your eyes roll back as your body practically shut down in front of him. he sped down to your side quickly and shouted for help, as he tried to shake you awake.

"please please wake up, I'm not sure if you'd wake up at all if you fell asleep so please..."

was the last faint thing you heard before slipping into unconsciousness.

---

beep , beep , beep

your eyes flutter open to reveal that you were in the nurse's office in the same building. to say you were relieved was an understatement, hospitals scared you a lot more since they'd have to call your parents.

looking around the dim room, it still resembled a hospital room, monitor, needles, riki, IV, wait. riki?

your eyes practically shot back to where he sat, head bowed down in an awkward position, closed eyes with phone in hands.

honestly speaking, it was kind of cute. but you knew it was uncomfortable. and you also felt SUPER guilty making him wait for you and practically ruining practice. he stirred a bit, easy to wake up due to the uncomfy position his neck was in.

in a couple of seconds you hear him ask, "___? you're awake?"

"riki.. what happened?"

"the trainer, our choreographer and the building's medical team were all here. they said that you were overworking yourself. not only that, you didn't eat, drink, or sleep enough. which I can only assume is because you're constantly practicing."

"... I'm guessing that has to be true then, if I'm already here. riki, I'm sorry."

"sorry for what?"

"for wasting your time. you didn't have to be tangled up in my mess if I wasn't an idiot and asked them for a different exam. we could'v-"

he cut you off, “you aren't wasting my time, and you need rest. please, ___ this isn’t healthy.” riki pleaded, and he seemed so genuinely concerned for you.  “I know we’re labelled as rivals all the time but I want to get to know you better. as someone who ranked 1 consistently, I wanted to meet the one person who managed to achieve the same thing. you didn't disappoint me, you didn't waste my time, in fact, it was fun watching you disagree with the things I said. but then you fainted in front of me. I had no idea what to do, but thankfully Jungwon-hyung came in and helped me. but all that aside, your body needs rest. I've talked too much."

"it's okay, your voice seems to be making me sleepy anyways."

he didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult.

you handed him a spare pillow from your bed though, so he'll just take it as a compliment for now.

he didn't know what took over him in the next few seconds but he slowly put his phone in his pocket and reached his hand out to you, his hand resting on the bed right next to your waistline. as if it was beckoning you, your hand gravitated towards his, and the warmth of his hand and his comforting presence was enough to lull you back to sleep.

---

all the trainees in the floor were gathered in practice room #1, awaiting the announcement to see who got rank 1.

of course, they were expecting you and riki, but not together at the same time.

"nishimura riki, ___ ___. rank #1"

you and riki looked at each other in excitement, you could do nothing but listen at the moment, but celebration was in order later.

celebration? oh did you mean cuddles, making sure you're rested well and eating okay, hand holding, and a whole lot of light-hearted teasing? yeah.

[end]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ written by junko

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[knight-queen]

Lunatic Parade Kou Mukami– (Chapter 3)

Place: Saint Nore Park / サントノレパーク通り

Yui: (Huh? What am I doing in this place…?)

???: M-neko chan, why’re you spacing out?

Yui: Kou kun…? When did we come here…?

Kou: You don’t know...we’ve been always here since we moved into the Demon World.

It’s because the parade of this year is way livelier than ever. I don’t even get bothered about which place to visit.

Let’s build up a bunch of memories here ♪

...Have you forgotten about our promise?

Yui: Err…

(Let’s see…?)

*BG turns black*

Kou: M-neko chan ♪

Place: Hotel • Mortstein, Guest room / ホテル•モーントシュタイン客室 

Yui: Nh…

Kou: Ah, you’re finally awake then.

Yui: (Ooh, I see now...that was just a dream.)

Kou: You were putting on such a pleasant sleeping face...what kind of dream you saw?

Yui: It was with you. We were visiting the parade together.

Kou: Wah, you serious? I’m so glad.

We gotta try our best so that we'll be able to do something like that.

Yui: Yes!

Kou: 一Well then, now that you mentioned

We have to make Earl admit that we’re the absolutely worthy ones to have those treasures.

And for that...I thought to thank the person who helped us regarding our issues.

In order to put it...Even though it’s not related to Earl, I'm willing to apologize.

At that time, I was so irritated that I ended up behaving like a kid.

Since there were also moments when he helped you too.

So for these, let’s go there?

Yui: Sure…!

Place: Glimmer Main Street / グリンマーストリート表通り

Yui: ーOh Kou kun. Since we’re going to thank them so you’ll get any souvenir?

Kou: Ah, sounds great.

What it could be...that he likes.

*BG Flash back*

Underground Dweller A: On the way back from the ‘Zafia store’...

*BG back to normal*

Kou: ...That time, he mentioned the name of a sweet shop I believe.

Then, what about getting a delicious cake for him?

Yui: I also wanted to mention that.

Kou: Then it’s decided!

Let’s get one from that shop which’s around here.

Place: ‘The fear’ Confectionary Shop / ザフィーア菓子店

Yui: (Wah...There are a lot of delicious cakes out here!)

Kou: There’re so many that I may get puzzled in choosing one…

Clerk: Welcome here! Which cake you would like toー

…! Y- You are...could it be you are Mukami Kou san…

Kou: Fufu, exactly.

You know, I wanna buy the most delicious cake of this shop. ...Would you mind telling me which one is it?

Clerk: A- alright then!

*She runs to get the cake*

Clerk: I- it’s this one! Only one left, since it is one of the limited restrictions. This is called the sponge cake specially baked for the parade!

Kou: Aww, thank you. Then I will purchase it.

Clerk: Y- yess!

Place: Glimmer Street, Front of Wagon Main Street / グリンマーストリート表通りワゴン前

Kou: Phew, glad that we made it to get the last one!

Yui: (As you’d expect from Kou kun…)

Kou: Aight, with these our preparation is bang on! Let’s go then?

Yui: Mhm!

Place: Underground Corridor / 地下回廊

Kou: Err...I’m sure he was right ahead.

Yui: Perhaps he is not here by now. Where did he head up then….

Kou: Maybe you get the point but...let’s search a bit more anyways一

*Footsteps*

Underground Dweller A: Huh, you guys are…

Kou: Ah ♪

Yui: Oh!

Underground Dweller A: So it’s you from before...why are you here again?

Kou: That’s because…

I thought of thanking you at least.

...I am so sorry for the earlier.

Thank you for helping me, plus her as well.

We really appreciate that.

Yui: Let me express my gratefulness too. Really, thank you so much…!

Underground Dweller A: You two…

There was no one who thanked this much to someone like me who is unfortunately living underground.

...Likewise, thank you. It turned out to be embarrassing but I’m glad.

*Kou is blushing*

Kou: ...By the way, this is for you.

Underground Dweller A: Th- this is!

The special sponge cake…! It’s said that you’ll be filled with happiness if you eat it…!

Yui: I- I see now!

Underground Dweller A: Yeah, and...your boyfriend

Thanking back that this face is very familiar...you’re famous in this Demon World too, right?

Kou: Yes? Well, a little bit.

Underground Dweller A: Don’t low-rank yourself. Even I know you, it means you’re really a famous person.

Hang on there from now as well.

I’m not the only one who is looking forward to your important roles.

I’m supporting you.

Kou: Th-thank you…*blushing*

Yui: (Fufu, Kou kun’s unusual side is getting revealed…)

Place: Glimmer Street, Aizen Alley / グリンマーストリートアイゼン横丁

Yui: It’s good that we thanked him properly.

Kou: Yes.

I was the one to apologize to him, so it was a weird feeling to get cheered up by him.

Well...I also gotta do my best in my idol-jobs.

一That being said…

Let’s go to meet that manager.

Yui: By manager you mean...the person who wanted to perform on the stage?

Kou: Yup.

He was pretty rude with you, so I wasn’t in the slightest mood to accept his offer or whatever but…

But he is being troubled for my last-minute cancellation I guess?

That’s why…

Yui: Kou kun...But you don’t really want to do that right?

Kou: Well yes. To be honest, I have no intention to do that.

However………

Umm…..

*Collides*

Kou: Waa…!

Vampire Child G: Uwaa!?

Kou: ーOops…

Yui: (Ah, the child was close to getting hit! It’s a relief that Kou kun held him in time…)

You are not hurt?

Vampire Child G: N- no…

ーーAh!

I know this big-brother!

Kou: Eh?

Vampire Child G: You’re the idol brother!

You’re so cool! You’re incredible!

Vampire Child H: Wah! I’m so lucky!

*Hugs Kou*

Yui: (W- wow! He’s very popular even to these Demon World’s children)

Lady: Hey stop these, your big-brother is being angry right?

Vampire Child G: It’s because I want him to play with us!

Vampire Child H: That’s right! If we don’t hold him firmly, he’ll go away somewhere else!

Lady: Seriously, you guys are…

….I’m so sorry for putting you into these.

They’re being so much overjoyed since it’s the first time for them to visit the parade.

Since they usually stay in the orphanage, they were not supposed to meet a famous idol like Kou kun…

Kou: Orphanage…

Yui: (I see...meanwhile this person is their instructor.)

Orphanage’s Instructor: But I can’t allow them to bother you more than this.

ーAlright everyone. Let’s move on!

Vampire Child G: No way! I wanna play with him more!

Vampire Child H: Exactly, there’re a lot of things I wanna talk about with him!

Orphanage’s Instructor: You can’t. If you refuse一

Kou: 一Hold it for a sec.

If these children are gonna enjoy it then what about visiting the parade together?

You fine with it, M-neko chan…?

If I’d be the Earl, then I wouldn’t approve of any idol or whatever who won’t give time to play with kids.

Yui: Fufu, ofcourse we can!

Orphanage’s Instructor: Umm...that’s...you really mean these words?

Kou: Yep ♪

Vampire Child G: Yay! Hurray!

Vampire Child H: Waaa!

Orphanage’s Instructor: I- if that’s the case then...that’s…

Kou san! Please give me your autograph later!

Kou: Ahaha, sure thing!

Vampire Child G: Oh my, looks like our teacher also wanted to play with big-brother!

Vampire Child H: Me too, please give me your autograph! Autograph!

*Runs up to him*

Kou: Waah! W- wait wait. One by one, in order, order…

Yui: (They all are looking so happy...Seems like Kou kun is enjoying it as well.)

Kou: Alright, then follow me who wants to go to Saint Nore Park with me!

Vampire Child G: Yeeea!

Vampire Child H: Yeees!

Orphanage’s Instructor: Yeees!

*They starts walking*

Yui: (Ahahah, even the instructor is…)

Place: Saint Nore Park / サントノレパーク通り

Vampire Child G: Big brother, this way, this way!

Vampire Child H: No, it’s this way!

Kou: Hold it, hold it. I have only one body, yeah?

(Somehow...it’s a very rare scene.)

→ Selection

徴笑ましいな / It’s quite funny (+ Correct)

心配だな... / I am worried

Yui: (It’s so funny…)

Kou: Come on, you come here too, M-neko chan.

Vampire Child G: That’s right!

Vampire Child H: Let’s play together!

Yui: Y- yes!

Kou: 一 Got it? This big sister is the cutest lady in this World.

Vampire Child G: The cutest in this World!

Vampire Child H: Cute sister!

Kou: Yes, well done ♪

Yui: (I was embarrassed but...it made me happy.)

Vampire Child G: Hey, what will we do next!?

Vampire Child H: yeah, what’s next?

Kou: 一 Aight. Let’s do this.

The winner will be the one who will get through that labyrinth most quickly...what about it?

Vampire Child G: Wah, sounds interesting!

Vampire Child H: I wanna play!

Orphanage’s Instructor: Fufu, then I will judge the winner in the goal.

Kou: Thanks a lot.

一 Okay then, no way I’ll lose this I’ve suggested this match. Let’s do our best, M-neko chan ♪

Yui: Y- yess!

Vampire Child G: Yo, tell me. What does “M Neko Chan” mean?

Yui: Eh!?

Vampire Child H: What does it mean?

Kou: Fufufu, you know that’s一

Yui: K-kou kun! Let’s start already!!

Kou: Yes yes ♪

→ Game

Words he says in the game一

“Game’s start”

“We’re done, M-neko chan. You did great”

*If you win*

Orphanage’s Instructor: Goal is right here!

Yui: (I’ve maken is successfully!)

Kou: I think...those two kids haven’t come out yet.

Guess it’s our victory this time.

*Runs up to them*

Vampire Child G: Ah! You two are wonderful! You made it so early!

Vampire Child H: Brother Kou and M-neko chan’s victory!

Yui: (Eh, they called me M-neko chan…)

Kou: You two were incredible as well.

Vampire Child G: I guess so? Ehehe.

Vampire Child H: Let’s do it someday once again! We won’t lose that time!

Kou: Mhm, I’ll look forward to that.

*Crowd noises*

Yui: (Huh? It’s getting so noisy now…)

Staff of Mirror House: Excuuuse me! The couple who has just come out from the labyrinth present here?

Yui: (Eh? Is he talking about us…)

Vampire Child G: About you two?

Vampire Child H: Mr. Staff! Heey, those two are over here!

Staff of Mirror House: Aah...finally found you.

Kou: What is it that you want from us?

Staff of Mirror House: Actually…

*Fades to CG*

Staff of Mirror House: Well! You two are the 1000th ones to be commemorated for making out through this labyrinth successfully!

*Applause*

Yui: Eh!

Kou: Waah...I’ve heard about it but, it’s my first time to hit on the exact point.

Staff of Mirror House: Please let us take an interview for this celebration!

*Shutter sound*

Staff of Mirror House: How are you feeling for achieving this?

Kou: It makes me so happy!

I feel like her love for me got deepened even more ♪

Right, M-neko chan一 Mmwah…

*Fades to CG (2)*

Yui: Kou kun…! A lot of visitors are watching…

Kou: Who cares. I think it’ll be better if more people would watch us.

Yui: (Well...guess it’s alright if it’s around this time…?)

*Shutter 3x*

Place: Sain Nore Park / サントノレパーク通り

Vampire Child G: Fuwaa…

Kou: ……

Yui: (Fufu...My eyelids are about to close.)

Orphanage’s Instructor: Oh my goodness...Looks like you two are about to sleep for playing a lot today.

Vampire Child H: It’s not that...I wanna play mo...re...fuwaa…

Orphanage’s Instructor: 一Well, well. Let's go back to our house and take a nap.

But before that, you should thank this sister and the brother properly.

Vampire Child G: Yes…

Thanks for today! It was a lot of fun!

Vampire Child H: Me too!

Kou: That’s good. I also enjoyed today a lot.

Yui: We shall play together once again.

Vampire Child G: Yes! I’m going to watch the finale, so that time...oh but…

Kou: But?

Vampire Child G: Well…

I wanna see you on the stage during the finale!

Vampire Child H: Ah, me too!!

Kou: ...Kh…

Yui: (Kou kun…)

Vampire Child G: Pleasee! We’ll be nice children!

Vampire Child H: You won’t? Tell me, brother you won’t? Please do!

Kou: ………

一Fine then.

On the finale, I’ll be on the stage. So, look forward to that day.

Vampire Child G: Really!?

Vampire Child H: Yaaay!

Kou: I’ll make that stage into a great excitement so make sure to watch that.

Vampire Child G: Yes!

Vampire Child H: We will!

Kou: Then let’s make a pinky swear. Give me your pinky finger.

一Alright, with this, it’s a promise.

Vampire Child H: Promise promise!

Aaah, when will the finale come!

Orphanage’s Instructor: It’s a good news right? 一Thank you so much.

Then let’s go back to our home at once.

Vampire Child G: Okie dokie!

Vampire Child H: Yeees!

*Walks away*

Kou: Bye bye! ….Phew.

Yui: Listen Kou kun, you’re fine with performing the finale?

Kou: Yup!

Not for that manager but…

If those kids are gonna enjoy it then I’ll give it my best from the bottom of my heart.

Plus...Everyone will be bored if there’s nothing special in the finale.

That’s why you know…

For everyone, I wanted to do what I can do for them.

I haven’t mistaken this time I think.

Yui: ...Y- you’re right…!

Kou: Okay! If it’s decided then we have to talk with that manager about it.

Yui: He gave us a business card when we first met him, so we can tell where he is if we look at that.

Kou: Alright, let’s go there!

一The END of chapter O 3

[rinharu-purple]

OK, I need to let these out:

- Can we please talk about how long and deep that kiss is? It lasts for a solid 5 seconds. I counted.

- Not to mention how willing Mc is? (she literally needs a moment to get back to her senses, so she opens her eyes much later than Gavin does and before that she is actually leaning towards him). This girl was at her limit during the Late Autumn date. No way on earth she will let him slide this time.

- Or is it maybe Gavin's turn to go all out assertive and demanding this time around? My bets are that our bird cop is finally going to take his gloves off... Both figuratively and literally. You've waited long enough Gav babe.

- Up until now, among all of the guys Gavin was the one holding back the most on the subject of intimacy. But ever since the Whispers ASMR has hit the CN server, he has been getting bolder and bolder. And I llllllooooove him this way. A Gavin taking the initiative is the best!

- And this is exactly why I love Gavin's story the most. Their story develops gradually and coherently. I mean, if it were S1 Gavin, his ears, head and face would've gotten the color of the communist manifesto by the time they entered the hotel room. Look at him now. All seme and smutty. So proud of my baby💖💖

- 🏆H I S _C H A M P I O N_B O D Y🏆

- Freshly out of the shower Gavin to be more specific (remember the Cold shower karma days? Mmm... Yeah me too 😏 you should've sent that DM Gav)

- And as a cherry on top we get an ASMR for this bless! A behind the scenes bit in Jie Zhangs irresistible voice! I don't even wanna know how much money I would spend if I were a CN server player. Actually PG should make this ASMR also in the other servers available. I would be satisfied only with the subs or hell even without it I would buy it!

- Speaking of which, I wonder if Joe is seeing these CG and if he does, what could possibly be crossing his mind right now? Not submitting his resignation I hope 🙏🏻

- When the name of a date is "When the Galaxy Falls" then I am expecting something extraterrestrially good. That's for sure, but something in my guts tells me that my expectations will be met exceedingly. If PG wants to they can write a hell of a spicy date, this is going to be one of them. No doubt!

- We watched their first official date in the Romantic Date, we watched them confess to each other in the Drunken Date and the Spring Festival Date, we watched them being homely in the Kitchen Date and the Old Haunt Date. We watched them pondering about marriage in many dates and now we might watch they consummating their love Please PG let it be their first time, I'm begging you!

-BTW is this game still PG13? 🤔... 🤔... Anyways...

- My only remaining wish for now is a date which revolves around their first kiss. You know, S2 MC reminiscing about it because Gavin and her find themselves coincidently at the same place or something like that. We deserve this! Other guys had their first kiss dates so why exclude our best boi? 🐦

- One small detail disturbs me though. Why the colors of MCs outfit don't match? I mean...at all! A green necklace, a dress in parliament blue and a red ribbon? What is this carnival of colors? I am sure that PG could've done better. MC had such stunning outfits in the past!

- Question to the class: Why is she holding Gavins shirt in her hand? A throwback to the Old Haunt date maybe?

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Feel much better now, phew 🧖

[razorblade180]

Pruning

It’s midday. Jaune walks into his living room to see Carmine, his ten year old daughter, laying down on the couch. The girl actually seems rather relaxed for once. By this this time she’s typically doing chores or exploring outside.

Jaune:Hey kiddo, you sick?

Carmine:No, just resting.

Jaune:Finally reached the limit of all that energy huh? What has you pooped at noon?

Carmine:Dinner is made, did some cleaning, thought I’d practice some dance moves, went back out to the garden....

Jaune:Gee did you wake up at daybreak? You’re never done this-

Before he could finish, a clanking of pots and pans came from the kitchen, along with running water.

Jaune:Ruby, you okay in there hun?

Carmine:Mom is out in town.

Jaune:What?

Ruby walked through the front door immediately after that with bags of fresh fruit, a lot of it. We’re talking three crates worth. She couldn’t even see in front of her.

Jaune:Ruby?

Ruby:Hey sweetie....little help?

Jaune:*grabes crates* What’s with all the strawberries!?

Ruby:A gift from saving the town. You wouldn’t believe how hard it was getting those back here before the sun ruined them. Luckily I had Car-

She couldn’t finish her sentence before she noticed her daughter was laying on the couch. How’d she not make a noise getting in here, and where’s her crate? A set of footsteps cane walking up the porch before Ruby could ask, which only further confused her. Both Jaune and Ruby looked to see their daughter holding the mentioned crate of strawberries. There she was, standing. Right next to couch, where Carmine was laying down.

Ruby:Jaune....did I have twins and not know it?

Jaune:No I think I’d tell you something like that.

“Oh wow, strawberries. We can make tarts.” A voice came from the kitchen. Jaune and Ruby whipped their head around to see their daughter drying a plate. Now they were seriously confused. No way did they secretly have triplets. Jaune looked back at the couch where the Carmine that was laying down finally sat up.

Carmine:You two seemed a little on edge. Don’t worry, they’re all me, but I’m actually me.

Ruby:Carmine....did you learn your semblance?

Carmine:Yeah, happened last night. I was folding my clothes and then poof, another me. I’ve been experimenting all day.

Jaune:Is there anymore lurking about!?

Carmine:Not that I can think of. The others I made to do things with didn’t exactly last long or- phew, why am I winded?

The clones put down their task and end up crumbling away into petals while Carmine flopped back onto the couch. Jaune had seen this kind of reaction before. It was the same for all of his friends and himself whenever their semblances evolved or was pushed. Jaune pulled out his scroll and scanned Carmine to get her vitals. As he thought, her aura was five percent. Poor girl burned through it all. Jaune sat right next to her and started give her a little boost.

Ruby:She fizzled out?

Jaune:Yep, five percent.

Ruby:Oof, not as bad as me when I got mine. I think I dropped to two. That wasn’t fun.

Carmine:Is this what it feels like to run a relay race?

Jaune:Try a marathon. Don’t worry, you’ll feel footloose and fancy in a minute or two. How many did you make to get this low?

Carmine:Uuuuhhhh

xxxx

Jaune:Woah...

The trio looked out into their backyard to see a patch of glowing roses, about thirteen or so. Suddenly, all thirteen burst into a flurry of petals with thirteen identical Carmines standing where they were planted. Jaune is left speechless while Ruby is rapidly hitting his arm while a smile stretches from ear to ear.

Ruby:Jaune do you see this!? Do you know what this is!?

Jaune:Rose clones?

Ruby:No, pruning... *smiles*

Jaune:Oh my god. Who are you, Yang?

Ruby:What!? It’s perfect!

Carmine:I like it. I was gonna call it rose garden.

Jaune:That’s way cooler! I’m calling it that.

Ruby:You’re no fun. All in favor of pruning, raise your hands!

All the Carmine’s raise their hands with Ruby.

Jaune:This system is flawed.

[leverage-ot3]

notable moments from The Reunion Job

leverage 3.02

Madavhi: All my work, erased, and I was only days away from cracking Manticore.

Nate: What's "Manticore"?

Madavhi: It's an electronic surveillance system. The Iranian government uses it to track protesters over cell phones, social networks, even e-mail.

Hardison: Yeah, hacker underground's flipping out about it. They use GPS to pinpoint a dissident, and then they swoop in and make the arrest.

Madavhi: The Internet made this protest possible, but now it's just a –

Nate: A liability? The government uses the people's weapon against them

- - - - -

Nate: "Cyrus"? It's "Mr. Madavhi." You can't get that attached.

Hardison: Fine. "Mr. Madavhi." He could go make a fortune working for Google or Microsoft. No, instead he risks his life fighting the bad guys. This is so our game.

Eliot (at the table behind them): He wasn't hit by the Vezarat. (comes around to sit with Hardison and Nate)

Nate: What, are you lurking?

Eliot: Yeah. I'm a lurker. It's my thing

- - - - -

eliot’s smile and raised eyebrows (x2) at hardison tho

+ he’s also wearing a red flannel with his leather jacket

- - - - -

Hardison: What's the Vezarat?

Eliot: That's the Iranian secret police. And trust me, if they wanted Cyrus, he wouldn't be sitting here talking to us.

Nate: But the Vezarat is still our logical target. So we should check our sources and see if there's a safe house in the area.

Hardison: So we're on this?

Nate: Yeah, well, we were always on this. I just wanted you to explain to me why. (gets up and heads for the Poker Room)

Hardison: You know how I feel about Mind games, Nate. Negatively. What are you looking at, lurker?

ELIOTS SMILE

- - - - -

Sophie: Eliot. Eliot, get rid of it. Ugh!

Eliot: (chuckling) I think he likes you.

Sophie (stands): You're gonna pay for this

eliot: mocks her

sophie: imma get back at you SO HARD and you’re never gonna see it coming

- - - - -

“That’s gonna cost ya” “I gotta dock ya”- hardison and eliot like a million times in this episode

- - - - -

Parker: At the East corner. (pushes vent out and enters the room) For a den of evil spies, this place smells delicious. Hardison, confiscate some pastries. (sits down at computer) Okay, no sign of Cyrus' hardware.

we love seeing parker in vents in her element + CONFISCATE PASTRIES FOR HER

- - - - -

Nate: Any of you ever trimmed a bonsai?

Eliot: Well, you know, I did. I was in Osaka, and I met this Japanese policewoman at a geisha bar....

- - - - -

Parker (to Sophie): Why is Eliot pouring your tea? Hmm? Did you brainwash him again?

Sophie: Mm, neurolinguistic programming. It's amazing what you can do with the power of suggestion. "Sugar." "Squeezed." a few strategic pats on the arm.

(Sophie pats Eliot on the arm and he pours her more tea, then realizes what Sophie has done)

Eliot: Damn it!

Sophie: You owe me for that roach business!

Eliot: Sophie, not again. (walks away)

okay but SHES DONE THIS TO HIM BEFORE LMFAO + a bonus parker and hardison laughing

also parker was eating a plate of pastries so that means thE BOYS GOT SOME FOR HER I LOVE IT

- - - - -

parker and hardison go into the office and be like 👀👀👀 wow he’s lonely

- - - - -

Eliot: Nobody else thinks it's weird that you can just buy anybody's yearbook online?

Hardison: You know, it's real cute, man, how you still believe in privacy

- - - - -

Nate: Here we go. Uh, Mrs. Zavransky, math teacher. Now, I bet if we turn to the cheerleaders... (turns page) Yes. Oh, Mandy. Mandy Babson.

Parker: What does the "DD" Mean?

Eliot: Yeah, right...

Nate: Seriously?

Hardison: Yeah, right. Two scoops of ice cream, just perfect.

she’s baby leave her alone

also bless hardison for not wanting to tarnish her

- - - - -

Parker: Aw, I feel bad for the nerd.

Eliot: Don't feel bad for this guy. Getting bullied in high school Is still no excuse for propping up dictators. He got bulled his whole high-school career. He's not criminal.

Sophie: Um...

Parker: Yeah, he is.

Sophie: Don't think about that.

Eliot: Not a bad criminal.

Hardison: Hey, what makes you think I got bullied in high school?

Eliot: Well, "A," You got a green hornet doll.

Hardison: Well, first of all, it's a limited-edition action figure. Second, it is green lantern. Educate yourself.

Eliot: Wow.

Hardison: Now pay attention. Get it right.

eliot “not a bad criminal” spencer knows that hardison is a good person with solid morals

also, eliot to some extent knows about hardison’s action figues which means that he has either seen them or hardison has told him specifically that he had them. this means that they have had, even if eliot seemed annoyed, some sort of conversations/hardison-talking-at-him-conversations and eliot LISTENED to a certain extend that he was able to recall this

- - - - -

Nate: Guys, wait, wait. Listen, listen. We got a locker combination, we have a teacher's name, and we have a crush. So, Duberman, he has made his old high school his Roman room.

Parker: Of course.

Nate: "Of course"? What's a Roman room? You have no idea, right? You know—

Parker: Nn.

Nate: You don't have any idea? It's a, it's a memory technique. Each of his passwords corresponds to an object in a space that he's intimately familiar with. In his case, the hallway of his old high school where he kept his locker. Now, if I were to make this bar my Roman room, everything I need to remember is right here. For instance, This, uh... My bank password would be "Balmoor." And my e- mail password would be Fitzy, here.

- - - - -

Parker: Hey. Nate just gave us his passwords.

Hardison: No, but I got all his passwords. You want to see his Netflix queue? He's got, like, every season of "Rockford files" every season of "Sex and the city," That show "Psych”.

chaotic children

- - - - -

Parker: You want to break into the high school? I could do that blindfolded. Yeah let's do it blindfolded.

HER HER HAVE FUN

- - - - -

Hardison: What do you know? Class of '85 has a reunion coming up in 8 months.

Nate: Hmm.

they all smile conspiratorially and eliot’s smile in specific gave me serotonin

- - - - -

(Parker sets up a video camera and walks past a board of photos)

Parker: So many awkward people in so many ugly outfits.

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Yeah, you're lucky you never went to high school. Nothing but heartbreak and homework.

[High School Gym]

Parker: Didn't you go to your prom?

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Uh...I was kind of busy.

[Flashback]

(a teenaged Hardison is sitting at a computer making a transfer from the Bank of Iceland)

Hardison: Looks like the Bank of Iceland's paying off Nana's medical bills. That's dope!

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Good times

- - - - -

Hardison: Besides, I'm sure you already had your high- school fun. Big man on campus. What, quarterback?

[Flashback]

Kid: Come on, Eliot. This is so lame. Quarterbacks do not take Home Ec.

Eliot: I got my reasons.

Kid: Phew! Let's get out of here.

Girl: Eliot, like this. (leans over Eliot, showing her cleavage) Knives are like people. It's all about the context.

[Exterior Dubertech]

Eliot: I had many interests

- - - - -

hardison getting too into the high school drama lmao

- - - - -

Hardison: Not exactly. (looking at information on monitors) She's a hired gun.

[Hallway]

Sophie: An assassin? Nikki’s an assassin?

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Yeah, I guess we weren't the only ones with the bright idea to pose as alumni. This chick's connected to wet work jobs All up and down the East coast. Russian mob, Italian mob. There's a New Zealand mob?

her name is miranda miles *squints at the file on hardison’s computer* bruh no way she’s only 25 ??? they even give her height and weight but I guess that’s how all wanted files go

also in one of the commentaries didn’t they say that she was married to that other assassin ???

- - - - -

(a piece of door falls in and the Vezarat leader looks in)

Vezarat Leader: The health inspector?

Eliot: I'm gonna have to dock you again

LMFAO

also he’s wearing a grey flannel under his jacket

- - - - -

(Eliot knees the leader in the face, then pulls him up and punches him in the head. He turns to duck a blow from the other man and hits him in the head with one of Duberman’s chess trophies)

Eliot: Checkmate.

(Eliot throws the trophy down on the man. Behind him the leader stands up and cracks his neck)

Eliot: Or not.

he did the lil flip thing with the trophy

- - - - -

(Sophie hits Nikki in the head with the extinguisher and takes off her shoes)

Sophie: I always hated cheerleaders.

(Nikki swings several times and Sophie blocks each blow with the extinguisher, hurting Nikki’s wrist)

Sophie: It's mean girls like you that always ruined high school for the rest of us!

Nikki: What the hell are you talking about?

(Nikki kicks but Sophie moves to one side. Nikki tries to punch but Sophie blocks with the extinguisher. Sophie dodges a kick and hits Nikki in the head, then pushes her down and runs away. Nikki grabs her gun and fires after Sophie, missing her)

Nikki: Damn it

- - - - -

Nikki: Now, why would I do that?

(Parker walks forward and tasers Nikki in the neck)

Nikki: Ohh!

Nate: That's why.

(Nikki falls to the ground, convulsing. Parker grabs her legs and starts to pull her away)

Parker: Catering, what a business

we love to see parker tasering people

- - - - -

on today’s edition of things that aren’t weapons that eliot uses as weapons, our guy literally used one of the goons’ bodies to hit another goon and send them both down

what a king

- - - - -

Mandy: Your votes are in for the king and queen of the reunion! And the lucky winner is, Grace Peltz and Drake McIntyre!

Schmitty: Mac attack! Yeah!

(the crowd escorts Nate and Sophie forward)

Nate: Uh, very funny, Hardison.

Hardison: Oh, you think I did this? Naw, man, I don't rig elections. I mean, I could, but...

Sophie: Parker, Was this you?

Parker: (hanging upside down) I didn't even know they had kings and queens in high school

- - - - -

Hardison (looks up): May I have this dance, miss?

(Parker lowers herself on her line and they begin dancing)

Parker: So this is what high school was like, huh?

Hardison: Ah...Pretty much.

Eliot: Hello?

[Exterior Dubertech]

(Eliot walks out of the building as Sloane gets to his feet)

Eliot: Everybody having a good time at the dance? Anybody wonder if Eliot made it out?

(Eliot punches Sloan, who falls back into the bushes)

Eliot: Does anybody wonder if Eliot's alive? Hello?!

[High School Gym]

(the two couples continue to dance as the music plays)

🥰 parker’s feet not touching the floor 🥰

also aww poor eliot someone care about him pls

[biaswreckingfics]

I GOT SO MUCH TO SAYYY!! gosh pls dont find me weird okay, and these are just my personal opinions and im not hating any groups!! but my unpopular opinion is: i think kpop has become very toxic after bts and bp got famous in America. And tbh if you ask me, i wouldnt want any other kpop groups to be famous in America... i only stan exo but i think i speak for all groups when i say they are safe as they are now... of course if exo ever get even more famous i will be happy and proud for their success. But look how fame and America has changed bts and bp... not tryna hate but look theyve changed, idk if anyone else noticed but after fame hits bts, i realised how theyve start to become very...white?? like they are so westernised and like example, they start focusing on America only, they even curse (not a lot but i’d still point out) casually like for example, jungkook singing a curse word in his cover song for jason derulo savage love i think (speaking of cursing, after nct127 got famous in usa mark started getting influenced by them too and he casually cursed like “oh fuck” and everyones like 😃😆) even i curse and im not saying cursing is BADD but yeah i am, and how they sing a whole song in english, not to even mention how toxic america is but in grammys they have sold tons of albums yet they didnt win anything but when they release an english song, they won.

Some half of them americans are very toxic, racist, and just theyre basically acid, like bruh, its evident that once bts got famous there are soooo much hate thrown towards bts too cuz theyre asians, or how some would say theyre gay or look like girls...if my favs (exo) ever get these kinds of treatments (not that they dint but veryy little cuz thank god they ain exposed to the western culture) i will B R E A K, i could never handle that so i would never want that to happen to them. Also noticed how, after bts got famous, most armys are equally as toxic, whether they are just stanning bts just cuz theyre famous there, or like how their fans dont even know anything abt bts and coming after so many groups and their fans. Most of them are fake and i think its cuz of the fame for bts lmao. One thing i’d like to say too tho, is how they are so overrated and their songs are played all the damn time, people would randomly talk abt them, like everywhere you go THEY ARE JUST THERE, like in my opinion if i am an army, i would just feel like they are so common and theres nothing special about them anymore and theres no excitement, like what even is the point anymore. idk if anyone gets me but thats just how i feel about my favs being “wOrLdWiDe fAmOuS”, i will love them and their music but its just something i think about tbh🤷🏻‍♀️ like let me listen to them on my own and vibe and love them, dont play it 24/7 just cuz they are famous and ure tryna get people’s attention, like imagine ure in the subway and u hear ur favs song cuz its EVERYWHERE and ure there like 😐😐 not that u dont love their music but its cuz horrible people dont deserves to listen to their songs, and like people arent going to appreciate them anyway so yeah i feel uncomfortable listening to my favs as others dont even bother, like imagine if that subway is filled with people who are in ur fandom, yall would just hv the best time in the world and VIBE, if not what even is the point. Idk if im explaining it properly, but its badically like, u feeling UNCOMFORTABLE or should i even say SELFISH cuz u do not want to be sharing ur favs with people who dont even deserve to KNOW about them. Basically like seeing how someone you HATE or bullied you back then talking and being all friendly fake with ur BESTEST FRIEND or even boyfriend/girlfriend, cuz u just want to protect them from EVIL (im so dramatic)

And well lastly, no Bts did not paved the way, or “bts is the best and only group” like no, so many amazing artists were breaking records way before bts was even a thing (no hate to bts) but they really need to get slap for having that mindset, they really make a bad image for bts...tbh kpop before was so peaceful (a little toxic but still, compared to now...BYE) and everything was just about idols and fans love, listening and supporting and loving their music and just so comforting... urgh anyway thats all i wanna say and here are some texts i saved relating to kpop groups going famous worldwide uwu

these are also examples, and honestly speaking here, i dont want to be specific as in “exo” cuz i think this happens for ALL the groups out there and the love and relationship between the idols and their fans (family) are just beautiful, but for bts and armys... tbh i feel bad because i just dont see or feel any love they hv for each other (sure we see bts saying i love you armys or armys supporting bts but with all the toxicity in their way, theres just no spark or chemistry or bond no more it’s basically like one direction and their fans and thats all they are, celebrity-fan, but for kpop its family), i can see other groups and their fans interacting or how idols would light up talking abt their fans, but for bts, theres just soooo much mess going on in their fandom its not special anymore, they lost the deep meaning of their group love and IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT but YEAH DJSHSKSJ OH and to add somethign else, they got famous in America, look at all the collabs🤡🤡 blackpink with cardi b, bts with nicki etc... not that collabs arent fun... im just saying these american artists... they dont exactly have a good reputation (americans singing about sex (not the good kind), money, girls and drugs) 🥴🥴 dont influenced my faves and let them be exposed to the toxic culture YALL GET ME?? KPOP HAS THE LETTER K FOR A REASON😭😭😭 let them be their own shining star, not everything has to be involved or a part of aMeRiCa to be amazing.... PHEW IVE SAID IT NOW BEFORE ANYONE GETS MAD AT ME, I DONT MEAN TO SOUND RUDE TO YOU, if youre an american and youre no where near being toxic, I LOVE YOU but im just saying, the western culture is toxic and im just saying what ive been observing and noticing🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ ps: i still love exo till the max and everything about them is perfect and theyre just amazing people (everything i said that bts and armys dont really have anymore, i think thankfully, EXO (sorry im biased) most fandoms still have so much of the L O V E there and i find that extraordinary) and he fandom is so comforting and amazing and idk dkdjjdjss thats why i dont want them getting famous worldwide...sorry exols ANYWAY THATS ALL FOR MY RANT ITS 4AM AND I AM THINKING OF DELETING THIS💀💀💀 anywya sorry for taking up so much space but i just wanna say I FREKAING LOVE NO EXIT, NO LIMITS, basically all ur exo fics cuz why not🥺🥺 i think ur writing skills are amazing as well as the plots and all especially forsaken, and THANK YOU for two bbhxoc fics😭😭😭 i cant!!! also if u reached here idk i-🥲 i hope u didnt get mad or offended 👀

Reply under the cut!!

Kpop has become extremely toxic with the growth of international fans and the rise of 3rd/4th gen. I wasn't around to experience the previous generations, but I know damn well they weren't a mess like these newer ones are.

Gaining fame in America does seem to change idols, and idk why. The group members change and the music changes also. While I do enjoy hearing idols swear (guilty pleasure) and I am an American so I get to enjoy their English songs, I can see how it makes all the other cultures/countries feel some type of way.

I will say this, though, the Grammys are shit and I dont get why people care so much about them. They've proven time and time again the awards don't go to the best artists. However, this doesn't mean that I think BTS deserved a Grammy imo.

Americans are a very toxic and hate filled bunch (again, I am one, so I get to see this shit every day). I 100% know that some of the hate directed towards Asians is because of racism (as seen by the insane uptick in crime against Asian Americans right now) and because some see kpop male idols as too feminine.

BTS is literally everywhere, which is one of the reasons I stopped listening to them tbh. They'd be in commercials, on talk shows, late night shows, in magazines, on the radio, just everywhere. It took the joy out of watching anything from them just because they were always in my face, so I can see what you mean.

I feel like the relationship between BTS and army has changed (from an outsiders perspective). Its no longer about loving and supporting your group and being happy for them. Now, its "so-so wants this? We MUST do everything in our power and spam every possible thing ever so they get what they want". Its almost frightening. They also no longer care about the quality of the music being put out. Doesn't matter what it is, they stream the ever loving shit out of it and make it break records when, honestly, it doesn't deserve to (again imo).

Lastly, I didnt get mad or offended haha. I understand a lot of these viewpoints, and thank you so much for liking my work!! I do wonder what would happen if I made a true BBH centric fic and not just spin offs or continuations of previous works where oc ends up with BBH 🤔🤔 I think that fic would have too much power haha.

[storms-path]

FFXIV Write 2021 Master List

It’s been one hell of a month, huh! Thirty whole days of writing whatever I could in a frantic rush to get my prompts done in the scant few hours I had to do ‘em in, but somehow I got it all done on time. It was a lot of fun, getting back into the groove of writing, and I’m fairly proud of what I’ve managed to do. So here, have a master list of all my lovely little prompts.

Day 1: Foster - In which a nuisance viera doesn’t take no for an answer.

Day 2: Aberrant - Ishgard’s a cold place for most, but colder still for those that look draconic.

Day 3: Scale - A training session is rudely interrupted, and personal questions are asked.

Day 4: Baleful - A terrible legend stalks her prey.

Day 5: Reunion (Extra Credit) - Two irritable Dragoons finally make amends. Or at least try to.

Day 6: Avatar - A frustrated scholar fails to find answers behind a fuzzy mystery.

Day 7: Speculate - After the dust has settled, two survivors wonder what their future holds.

Day 8: Adroit - Two sisters grow into their respective strengths, but at a terrible cost.

Day 9: Friable - A battered fighter binds her wounds and reminisces on a hard fight.

Day 10: Heady - Three Domans get very, very drunk. One of them regrets it.

Day 11: Preaching to the Choir - An escape plan is uncovered by exactly the wrong man. Final farewells are spoken.

Day 12: Mask (Extra Credit) - There’s only so much hate a woman can hold before it boils over. An old enemy pushes it to its limits.

Day 13: Oneirophrenia - Reconciliation occurs while the flame in the void lies asleep.

Day 14: Commend - A family heirloom is placed in the hands of a trusty shinobi.

Day 15: Thunderous - Horses are weird. Man-horses much more so.

Day 16: Crane - Local lizard is pranked, news at 11.

Day 17: Destruct - Two broken old war veterans try to put the pieces back together.

Day 18: Devil’s Advocate - A shattered woman stands vigil for her dying sister. But she isn’t the only one.

Day 19: Cross (Extra Credit) - Glorious returns are marred by unintended letters being sent.

Day 20: Petrichor - Local lizard is brooding again. Someone get out there and stop her!

Day 21: Feckless - Do you remember? The twenty-first prompt of September?

Day 22: Fluster - Never play a card game against Master Matoya, no matter how good your luck may be.

Day 23: Soul - After the inevitable reconciliation, a chance meeting reminds a mending soul of home.

Day 24: Illustrious - Following Diamond’s Demise, hard truths are spoken between equally stubborn sisters.

Day 25: Silver Lining - A training exercise goes predictably wrong thanks to a certain viera’s antics.

Day 26: Identity (Extra Credit) - A married couple figures out what to do next.

Day 27: Benthos - Azem watches the old Elidibus sink beneath the waves.

Day 28: Bow - Alisaie is sick of a certain foolhardy lizard’s tendencies.

Day 29: Debonair - Rich people suck. Rich people parties suck more.

Day 30: Abstracted - A letter is drafted. Then drafted again. Then drafted again. Then...

Phew! That was almost as exhausting as writing the damn things! But hey, that’s done and dusted. Now I can rest for a solid month until Roevember hits. And Endwalker. God, that’s gonna be a busy month...

[youbloodymadgenius]

The Viking King and the Pancakes (Ivar x reader)

A/N: Modern AU but not exactly Modern!Ivar, you’ll see. 

This is not the second part of Pancakes in Bed again? But if you haven't read it, it would be better to read it first. Here 

Thanks to @inforapound​, without whom I couldn’t do anything 💖 And thanks to @ivaraddict​ for this precious gif 💖

Summary: the reader wakes up and finds out that she is not alone in bed. When she realizes who is lying next to her, the shock is even greater. 

Warnings: None besides my wacky ideas ; shaggy dog story. Ah yes, swearings too. 

Words: 2136

Lazily opening your eyes, you startle when the sound of snoring wakes you completely.

Snoring?? How could this be?? You have been sleeping alone for… for… weeks? Months? So long that you actually aren’t sure… It could even be years…  

Immediately you are wide awake and screaming as you realize that a man is lying next to you. In your bed! Under your sheets! A wave of panic hits you. What did you do last night? Had you been drinking? Eating mushrooms?

Where did he come from? How did he get there? And more importantly, who is he?? And… did you have…? Oh, no, no, no, no! Looking under the sheets, you see that you are still wearing your pajamas. Phew!!

Releasing a loud sigh of relief, you hear the stranger growl as he shifts in the bed. Looking at him carefully, you are frightened – there's a man you don't know anything about in your bed! – and also fascinated – from what you can see, his muscles are… impressive…

It's highly inappropriate, but you are drooling.

Move a little more so I can see your face, you urge him silently.

It worked! Rolling onto his side, the man slowly faces you and…

FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!

"By the gods, who are you?"

From his thick accent you know he's not fluent in English. But you still understand. Which is good, as your knowledge of Old Norse is limited to "Du kan ikke drepe meg!" Although, thinking about it, telling him he can't kill you might not be totally stupid.

"I..I.." You pathetically babble. Fuck. Fuck! You must be dreaming, right? You pinch your arm, bite the inside of your cheek and end up slapping yourself in front of a dumbfounded Iv… No! It can't be him! It can? Noooo! Fuck, even after five slaps, he's still there.

"I'm Y/N," you finally say and are rewarded with a puzzled look.

"Strange name."

A man of few words, no doubt about it. Rolling your eyes, you sigh. Maybe you like it better when he doesn't say anything.

"And you?" Your question is somehow rhetorical as you already know who he is. But you need to hear it, clearly, from him.

"Ivar the Boneless, son of Ragnar Lothbrok and Aslaug Sigurdsdottir, king of Kattegat and leader of the great heathen army."

It sounds like he's reciting his service record.

Wow, wow, wow! The guy is slightly showing off, isn't he? You'd like to put him down and hesitate to remind him that unless you're mistaken, Bjorn overthrew him and he's not really king anymore. But it doesn't seem particularly wise, so you choose to keep quiet.

Not him.

"Are you my new slave? A gift from Ubbe, my silly brother, as a sign of his repentance and total allegiance?"

A slave??? You are in my fucking house, man!! And in my bed!!!

Six months later

You hurry up, eager to get home, looking forward to finding your man, Ivar the Boneless; the ruthless king. The bloodthirsty, fierce, cruel Viking. Your lover. Your Ivar.

Pushing back the door with your foot, you hastily lock it behind.

"Ivar?"

Not getting an answer, you put down your bag and take off your shoes before walking through the apartment. Putting your phone on the kitchen table, you inhale deeply, enjoying the delicious smell of a lamb stew that has certainly been simmering for hours.

Eventually, you find your great warrior asleep on the couch, the old wheelchair you unearthed in a second-hand shop right next to him. Smiling, you take your time, admiring his features. His facial structure, so perfect. He's astonishing, breathtaking. Painfully handsome.

He belongs perfectly in your living room and simultaneously seems completely out of place. You can't help but smile seeing the contrast of his hairstyle – "Never without my braids, woman!" – and his outfit, sweatpants and white T-shirt.

"Hi, my love!" Blinking, he almost purrs as you kiss his forehead.

Using his powerful arms to draw you close, he flashes you a broad grin as you carefully straddle him. With modern drugs working wonders, you taught him to rate his pain on a scale of one to ten and he's rarely over two. Yet, you haven't found a way to prevent him from breaking a bone at the drop of a hat.

"My queen!"

Your laughter fills the room. No matter how much you tell him you are not the queen of anything, he seems hell-bent on it so you let him, amused and surely flattered to be loved by a real king.

"Dinner is almost ready." You shiver as he kisses your temple, your cheek and eventually your neck. "And then…,” his voice is suddenly hoarse, "… you and I will make love."

Six months earlier

"Tell me again??"

The frightening Viking glares at you, threateningly, driving your heart rate crazy. Fortunately, you confirmed he came unarmed in your bed and then you took care, before inviting him to sit at the kitchen table, to lock up all the knives and sharp or pointed tools.

"I say…,” ashamed, you know you're blushing, "… that I have called the gods, yours as well as the Christian god."

"And for what purpose?" His piercing blue eyes are scanning you, his features harsh.

"I….” Your voice is shaky. "I have already told you."

Before you realize what's going on, his hand is on your throat, and he's squeezing. The little bastard!

"I said," he roars, "For. What. Purpose?"

Freaking out, it's hard for you to breathe and you can hardly speak, your face red, your eyes bulging and begging him for air.

His eyes demanding an answer, he barely releases his grip. You're sure he won't hesitate to strangle you if you don't say anything.

"I have… I begged the gods because I wanted… I wanted you in… my bed… Well, not you…" Suddenly your words are rushing out. "I wanted the other Ivar, the Ivar of the TV show, this TV show that you don't know but in which you play the lead role. And yes, I'm aware that you don't know what a TV show is, I'll explain later, but that's it, it's you I wanted, that's why I called the gods and I don't know why but apparently it seems they heard me."

Ivar's hand doesn't move but he doesn't squeeze anymore, allowing you to breathe freely. You can see a slight change in his eyes, and his face softens.

"You… You wanted me in your bed? …..Why?"

Suddenly, there's no longer a frightening warrior in front of you but the terrified little boy from the eleventh episode of season four. His huge, wide eyes screaming all his insecurities. You are dying to tell him that Margrethe is nothing more than a stupid girl who did everything wrong. After all, you'd only be telling the truth!

But because he's unpredictable and because you don't know him well, you choose to say something more simple. "Because you are extremely attractive.”

Pleased by your words, he puffs his chest, flashing you a cocky grin. "And what did you want to do in bed with me?"

His rapid mood swings are fascinating, even more impressive in real life than on TV. Weighing the pros and cons, you eventually decide to be honest. "I wanted to have sex with you.”

Six months later

"I'll take care of everything, just go chill."

Nodding gratefully, you watch Ivar, who's setting the table while stirring the stew and keeping an eye on the cooking pasta. Smiling, you can't help but assess the progress made.  

In six months, Ivar had become a perfect househusband.

Neither you nor he were able to explain by what miracle, sorry, by what magic, the word miracle made your proud pagan throw up, had him get there. But you didn't complain.

Neither did he – he who confessed that the last thing he remembered was fleeing Kattegat, alone, abandoned by all, hiding in the back of a stinking cattle cart.

Of course, you had to teach him everything and at first, it hadn't been easy. But he quickly got his bearings, at least in your apartment. Outside was harder. He was afraid of everything. Too much noise, too many colors, too many stimuli all the time.

That's why he spent most of his time inside. Running errands was terribly worrisome for him. Eating out too. At most, you forced him to go out sometimes late at night to get fresh air, and three weeks ago you managed to take him to the mountains. He loved it.

On a daily basis, you two didn't get out much, but you didn't mind. In your home, your cocoon, you were able to forget more and more that Ivar was more than a thousand years old. Forget that he was a character from history books as well as one of your favorite TV show. And the fucking fictive guy you've been fantasizing about for months!

He had adapted quickly enough to modern technologies, had discovered running water with delight and had been fascinated, almost mesmerized, by the Internet. It was so he could use it, he asked you to teach him how to read.

Learning in record time, you realized that the show had some truth: Ivar was certainly a brilliant and intelligent person.

Since he could read, he'd devoured every book he could find. He read all your books, even burning one that described the point of view of a Saxon monk during the Lindisfarne raid. The best thing about this interest was that he was always looking for new recipes on the web. "Helga would have been crazy with such a tool!", he told you after explaining that it was Floki's wife who had secretly taught him how to cook.

"Take your seat, my queen.”

Wheeling towards you, Ivar hands you a glass of wine. "For you." You thank him and then you both raise your glasses before clinking them. "Enjoy your meal!"

Bringing your fork to your mouth – Ivar, your stubborn Viking, still eats everything with a spoon – your eyes shoot wide as you let the flavors spread through your mouth. Once again, his meal is excellent, a true feast for the palate.

"Ivar!" Talking with a full mouth, you're slightly ashamed but know he won't hold it against you. "It's simply a pure wonder! Exquisite and perfect!"

Smiling proudly, your Viking king is sincerely happy. He doesn't need much. What he told to that bitch Freydis was the truth: all he wanted was to be loved. And in truth, he doesn't care about being king. For the first time in his life, he can be himself. With you. And that's enough for him.

"I'm glad you like it." Waving his spoon in front of you, he furrows his brows. "Are you working tomorrow?"

You can't hide the small smile curling the corner of your mouth up.  Ivar still has trouble with some concepts. "No, my love, tomorrow is Sunday. I never work on Sundays." Seeing that his face lights up, you know he has an idea in mind. "Why?"

"Nothing… I was just thinking… I could try to prepare… pancakes. And we could eat them in bed."

You are sure you've never mentioned pancakes and wonder when he heard about them. But whatever, you're in. "That's a great idea! I'm sure you'll do well."

Now, Ivar's biting his lower lip suggestively and you wonder what he’s up to.

Putting his spoon on the edge of his plate, he wheels towards you. "I'll prepare toast, eggs, and bacon too."

You can't help but feel aroused by his hoarse voice, even if it's ridiculous. Who would have thought that breakfast could be a turn on?

Wait. Wait. Fucking wait. Pancakes. Toast. Eggs. Bacon. Seriously???

"Why?!" You startle, slightly distressed. "I mean, what are you talking about? Why are you talking about that? Why do… Why do you want to eat that tomorrow? I mean, exactly that?" You know you're pathetic, but Ivar only smiles at you lovingly.

"Because I want to.” Stroking your breast, he leans forward and his mouth meet yours, giving you shivers. "And once I've eaten all this…,” backing up just enough to look you in the eye, his hand brushes your crotch, making you shutter, "… I'll enjoy my dessert."

Standing, you take a few steps back, panic setting in while you try to put the puzzle together. Your heartbeat becomes frantic when you eventually understand what it means. What he means.

"Ivar… You…?" Blushing, a lump forms in your throat, you can’t speak anymore.

Nodding at you, again and again, a broad smile on his face and his gaze almost naughty, he’s obviously having fun. Fucking pompous asshole!

"Yes, my queen. I found your Tumblr blog. And I read your fanfictions."

OH!! FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!

🛡⚔️🛡

@waiting4inspiration​ @saldelys​ @lisinfleur​ @honestsycrets​ @gearhead66​

[sugarbubbleslove]

Okay, Still cute...FFVII Remake

Update so far

I see you Aerith, you freaking booby-trapped that fucking hallway. Seriously? Where the hell did she find all of these things?!

Cloud, Cloud, Cloud - dear boy, you can DANCE! Oh god, that scene was just freaking epic. I fell in love and the boy has moves, big time. Didn’t get all ‘Great’ but I will do it again. But Cloud can DANCE! Seriously!

At that moment, I am pretty convinced Zack just stared at the scene in amazement, jaw hanging open and the popcorn forgotten in his lap while Sephiroth just smirked - because you know he can dance and was approving of the whole scene.

I just can’t get over that scene. Honestly, So far - that was the BEST scene. Cloud dancing. God, I need a fanfiction where Cloud is a permanent dancer there with either Tifa in the crowd or working as his dancer - because you know that girl can move.

Aerith and Tifa teaming up together to take down the boys and all of them threatening Don. It was so funny, Tifa didn’t even need to look at Cloud or Aerith, they just finished her sentence for her. That, ladies and gentlemen, is how you back up Tifa Lockhart.

The Train Graveyard was the best section altogether for me. Tifa being a cute scaredy-cat and hiding behind Aerith. I’m not gonna say I saved before the 1st boss battle just so I can watch the cutsences of Cloud protecting Tifa :P

But seriously, that was pretty awesome, creepy too. I love it when it’s a good horror section. SE should think about doing a horror game with Tifa and Aerith. I’d play it.

But when we reached the plate, I started crying. I knew what was going to happen and damn it, no matter how much I prepared myself for it, it still hit me in the gut.

Reno pissed me off more in this section. A-Hole. Rude hit Tifa. Guess him no longer hitting Tifa works anymore, which is fine with me because I pretty much had Tifa whaling on the two of them like crazy. She kept tricking out her limit break and I kept somersaulting those a*hole to the sky.

I’m even more curious about Aerith now. Do you think Zack might be part of it? I’m just curious because there always seems to be one watchman who seems to have a more vested interested in her when it comes to protecting her. Made me think of Zack.

Plus when Marlene got caught up, it reminded me of when Marlene knew Aerith wanted the children to go to the church in Advent Children. I wonder what it was that Marlene saw.

Plus that whole underground Shinra testing room. That was a nice hint regarding Cloud, plus with Cloud’s anger at saying Hojo’s name - I wasn’t expecting it that early, that’s for sure - makes me wonder what exactly were they trying to do down there. It looked liked a different experiment and I wonder if Angeal and Genesis will be referenced in this remake since we know Genesis was picked up and referenced in Cerberus.

One more thing - I got Cloud and Tifa surrounded by the flowers, which surprises me because I read it’s an optional scene so I’m curious, does anyone know what is needed to get Aerith and Barret’s scene? Took me by surprise, I thought I would have to pick one of them to get the scenes so when I saw Tifa.

And can people stop trying to break Tifa please? Seriously. Just stop trying to hurt my girl. She’s been through enough as it is!

21 hours into the game and still on Chapter 14. Phew. Gonna take a break and go to sleep! Since I have more Cloti moments coming!