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A Date Like No Other- Basketball Player!Mingyu x Female!Reader (College AU)

Inspired by the famous tumblr post 😄 also I’m quite tempted to do a part 2 for this one if anyone is into that hehe

Word Count: 3600 | College AU, Basketball Player!Mingyu, Humor, Fluff | Warnings: drinking mentioned, one suggestive comment, one minor swear

He was the guy on campus everyone would have sold organs to go on a date with. The sports guy. The really tall guy. Handsome, plays on the school team, movie love interest guy.

You were the weird girl hardly anyone talked to, and you just liked him because he drew on your notes with you.

History was boring you- you’d already answered the questions and they read the pages out loud at a snail’s pace, sending your eyes diving into the pages lest you want to rip your hair out and coat your long thin institutional table in it. Saving that, you reached into your backpack and pulled out a green ultra fine marker, popping the cap. You reached over and doodled a frog sitting in his funny little amphibian hunch on one of the multitudinous papers strewn about the table before the guy sitting next to you glanced over, a huge smile spreading across his face before he suppressed laughter.

"I've been frogged!" That, of course, had him almost snorting in aborted amusement.

Wait...did that mean? "Oh, sorry, those were your notes, huh?" You asked in response, hand hitting your head lightly. "I got them mixed up, sorry for defacing your property. I can get you a new sheet if you were going to turn that in-"

"Nah," your neighbor, whose name was Mingyu if you remembered from roll call, held up a hand of both restraint and reassurance, "it's fine! I'm going to keep it. I love him. I think he needs a hat, though."

"Oh, I got it." This time, it was a brown marker you grabbed, quickly outlining and filling in a tiny cowboy hat for your creation. "There we go, how's that?"

This time, a full snort. "He looks handsome to me. What's his name?" Mingyu whispered as your professor drew a tad bit closer.

"Uh, Clint Eastwood?" You shrugged, having not exactly thought that far- in fact, not at all, the whole shindig starting at full zero thoughts, head empty.

"Well, I'll take him with me to every class I have," Mingyu replied, glancing fondly at the doodled frog before taking his pencil and drawing a fly between two pieces of bread, "and feed him, too."

At that, you exhaled a quietened laugh, smiling back as wide as he'd done.

"What? Wouldn't that be what a frog eats?"

You had to admit that it would be.

From that day on, you two added one or two things onto Clint Eastwood's page every class session. He had a top hat at the ready for dressing up, a little garden of flowers, a very badly drawn horse to ride, a soccer ball to play with, and a plate of the takeout Mingyu had just really wanted that day. You didn't even know what his major was. Maybe it was just sports. Could one go to school for simply basketball? Who knew? You guys didn't really talk, just drew and whispered and laughed about your froggy little world. Either way, to your simultaneous amusement and annoyance you found yourself really able to see the hype behind the legendary Kim Mingyu. For all the popularity, he was a good guy. And you know what, he was cute. But, like, heart cute. The face cute was just a bonus.

"Hey (y/n), do you ever go to any games? I've never seen you at one," Mingyu mused as you strode out of class, backpacks loose over your shoulders.

"Well," you paused, letting your expression be cut by a half-joking, half-serious wince, "no offense, but I'm not a huge sports person? So I haven't gone because I don't have anyone to go with and it hasn't seemed worth the money. Not because of the game, just because of how much they charge for the ticke-”

"Hey, don’t worry, I get it," he laughed, "well, my little sister could use someone to go with, and the ticket would be on me. I save on buying them for myself because, well, you know."

"You're too busy slamming dunks or whatever it is basketball players do," you supplied.

"Depends on your position," Mingyu just chucklef in response, pushing the big silvery-painted fire exit-esque handle of the history building's double doors open.

"Basketball has positions?" You burst out incredulously, squinting both in confusion and at the onslaught of sunlight assaulting your eyes as you emerged past the threshold.

Another laugh. "Come and find out."

The game was made more fun by knowing a player- it gave you something to care about as your eyes followed Mingyu's run along the smooth floors, the way he leapt to toss the ball to some guy just as tall or even taller than him. He really played with passion, passion and a clear sense of fun if his remarks on the court were any indication. His sister was pretty cool, too. She looked like a fashion model straight out of Seoul, but she was fun and sassy, not afraid to tease her big brother about the shot he missed when he ran up and greeted you at the sidelines or shoot a questioning look between you two as you told him to do it for Clint Eastwood, whom Mingyu replied was his good luck charm before shuffling back off on sneakers that squeaked against the floor.

Even though you didn't actually hang out with him the whole time, just at celebratory victory ice cream after, you came to history lecture the next session feeling closer to Mingyu, and he must have felt the same as he started talking to you instantly. You rarely initiated conversation, but always welcomed it.

He thanked you for coming to the game as if he hadn’t paid for it, then asked what your major was. You told him and bounced the question back. Turns out it was business, not sports. That history lecture was just GE you both had to get out of the way. The most interesting history lessons to you weren't generic national history or war maps, but all the odd sideline stuff like how some people believed huffing toilets might have helped them during the Black Plague.

"They what?" Mingyu asked, eyes widening and mouth agape as class commenced.

Maybe that was why people didn't really talk to you.

Such reflection was inaccurate, however, as you mindlessly doodled a ridiculous-looking bug-eyed dog on the now-shared note paper and Mingyu chuckled and gave it a collar, smiling when your glance upward met his eyes.

The moment you rose from your seat after lecture, notebook shoved back into your backpack and pencil case into one of the side water bottle holsters or whatever they were called, Mingyu started talking to you again, this time about how glad he was that he didn't join a fraternity like his teammate Johnny.

"Yeah, because see, this one guy just got so drunk he didn’t know where his car was and his girlfriend lost her nose ring, then another guy was sick and they threw him outside and he woke up in the cold locked out of the house, and the houses stink, too, like they smell so bad…”

"Yeah," you muttered, taking each of your bag straps in your hands this walk, palms sliding over the rough fabric, "dude, you couldn't pay me to live in one of those."

“…they’re practically taking after those Black Plague people!” He joked, bringing a smile to both your faces as he mimed taking a sniff, waving his hands in front of his nose and bursting into laughter.

“Except they should know better,” you added, shaking your head in amusement, “they need to get smart like you and I.”

He didn’t laugh, just nodded in approval. "Right? And everyone there has already hooked up with each other. I'm so tired of all that, too. That's not the kind of date I've been looking for, you know?”

In a sense, you did not know, being that none of your classmates had even hardly made conversation let alone a risqué pass, but you got it. Being as popular as Mingyu was, you’d seen how fellow students threw themselves at him sometimes. Had to get uncomfortable, especially if his facial expression at a few of them said anything. They weren’t usually very original, either, poor guy. He was just a clear end goal, and someone who loved his sister and his little drawings and celebrated with ice cream as often as cocktails and laughed at toilets didn’t deserve that. Mingyu wasn’t an ideal, he was a real person. Someone who just needed to have some damn fun for once.

“Sure. You need some- no, you deserve some- creativity. If it was up to me, I’d take you on a date like no other,” you joked, chuckling as your gaze rose back up to his eyes.

“You would?” At the sight of Mingyu’s eyes widening, you wondered if your phrasing had inadvertently crossed a line. Sure, you were totally willing, but- “Alright, just name a time.”

“Wait, really?” This time it was your turn to gape, one hand dropping off your backpack strap to fall to your side. Your heart picked up its pace. Never in a googolplex of years would you have thought Mr. It Boy K. Basketball would want a date with you. Being his friend was surprising enough.

“Yeah, of course. I think it’d be fun,” Mingyu beamed at you, “and I trust you. My sister likes you, too. If…if you really meant it, that is.” He added that last bit as his own gaze dropped and one hand reached up to rub the back of his neck.

Giggling shyly at his sudden sheepishness as well as the situation’s sheer absurdity, you tilted your head his way, smile melting back out of the shock. “Well, thanks, that actually…really means a lot. Get ready for an epic time, then!”

He cocked a brow, turning down between a row of potted trees toward the food court. “Have something in mind already?”

Actually, you did have something you always wanted to do if you could get someone else- it would look too weird to be the only one. Why not do it with Mingyu?

“Be afraid,” you nodded, smirking in satisfaction.

“Well then, how should I dress?”

“Just casual is fine,” you shrugged and teased, “we can’t all afford black tie, Mr. Business Major.”

“Fair enough,” he chuckled, still giving that wide smile you’d come to anticipate seeing, “Friday night?”

“Friday night,” you repeated.

“Get ready for Friday Night Showdown!”

“Um, (y/n), this is the grocery store.”

Your lips turned upward proudly as you rotated from a fist pump into a Vanna White pose before the mart. “I know.”

“Are we…” Mingyu paused, clearly searching for words. “Fighting in here or something?”

“We are not,” you replied cryptically, looking all the more satisfied as you passed between the automatic doors, Mingyu at your side.

“Am I doing your shopping?” He looked at you with still-raised eyebrows, though amusement colored his expression.

“That would be messed up!” You denied, shaking your head. “Though admittedly funny.”

“Don’t get any ideas for date two!”

Your heart flipped at Mingyu’s easy smile, how casually he said that…the way he flushed and looked away the moment the words left his mouth. He was already thinking of your next date? Hope he likes seafood, you internally joked.

“Yeah, no shopping tonight unless you wanted some snacks. Because tonight,” you skipped over all the central aisles of kitchen supplies, soap, and dry goods, making a beeline for the meat section… well, more specifically the fish counter, “is all about the face-off.”

In a split second you caught Mingyu’s eyes dart down once more past rows of cans, bottles, jars of just about every color you could ask for, dancing over their numerical markers as if to say farewell to actual shopping. Then, his gaze was back on you, your gestures, over your shoulder to the tank at the end of the fish counter. The tank full of lobsters with big claws and small patience. His eyes met yours again. He knew. You could see it.

You nodded. “Oh yeah. Pick your champion.”

He twisted his cap around backwards, revealing his face, those big, innocent brown eyes, once more. “Uh, quick question: how do you suggest I keep mine straight from the others?”

He was asking in earnest. That was another thing you liked about Mingyu: not only did he possess childlike wonder beyond what somebody in his age and station in life probably should, he was also a bad liar in the purest, kindest of senses. He really, truly, had never had a grocery store lobster beatdown date, and he couldn’t fake interest if he tried. So now he wanted tips, advice you could give him as if you had already had loads of grocery store lobster beatdown dates. All you could do was smile back at the tall basketball player and every small kindness he’d shown you thus far. The way he’d simply seen you.

“Good question. Don’t they have different colored wristbands?”

He arched a brow, clearly fighting a snicker. “Different what?”

Pantomiming a band with one hand grabbing the other, you stuttered. “You know, the… the claw restraints! The wristbands!”

“I don’t think they have wrists, (y/n),” Mingyu teased, reaching over and ruffling your hair.

Well, of course you realize this means war. “Alright, you are on,” was all you said, eyes narrowing.

He perked up at that. “What’s the bet?”

“Winner gets to pick the next activity,” you reply, sauntering a few steps closer to the lobster tank and pointing to one with a purple band over its claws that was clearly ready to throw- well, for lack of better terminology- hands, “and I choose this one.”

“Well, in that case,” Mingyu returned to your side, arm pressed against yours as he peered into the tank, “the logical choice would be to pick the one in red in front of yours. May the best crustacean win.”

And at that, his competitive stare melted back into that boyish look as he turned to you. “…did that sound cool?”

It almost came out as a snort, you burst out laughing so violently. “That was legendary,” was all you could wheeze out.

“Ha ha! I can’t believe it!” Mingyu grinned and bobbed up from his bent tank stare like an excited puppy, pumping the fist that wasn’t holding the mart beer can he’d bought as his lobster shoved yours away in victory.

The pair of crustaceans had been locked in claw-to-claw combat, tussling very slowly over nothing in particular but their proximal frustrations, and Mingyu’s had apparently vented harder, shoving yours back after some aggressive minutes. Mingyu had gotten into the fight, nudging you when something extra exciting happened and even providing commentary on sideline fights between sips.

First drawing a fly sandwich, then that. Truly, who'd've thunk?

“Neither can I," you mock-pouted, crossing your arms, "purple always wins."

"Says who?" Asked Mingyu, who leaned down closer to you, face mere inches from yours.

"Says me," you shrugged, feeling warmth spread across your face.

"Well, you know what?"

You could feel warmth of his breath ghosting faintly over your cheeks, your lips. "Wh- what?"

"As much as I enjoy a good bar," he leaned back a bit, clapping, "I did need something else. Something new. This was fun! Wanna go play basketball in the park? I bet we'll have the court to ourselves!"

There it was again. The reason everyone liked him. Movie love interest vibes, even beneath the oddly-tinted fluorescent lights of commerce. A smile like a boy on the body of a man. Probably not something they usually imagined to see over a lobster tank. Over hoops in the park, though? That tracked, even if it was a bit of a one-eighty from his breath fanning your face.

Beside any of that, he had won the right to choose.

"Sure," you smile, "let's keep your winning streak up."

And with a hand clasped around yours, that athletic strength was tugging you out the grocery store door to a rush of evening wind and the sound of mutual laughter.

Basketball really was that man’s passion. Just about the only thing about it you knew about the sport was what a slam dunk was, but what different shots scored different points? You wanted to throw a three-pointer, but what was a three-pointer?

You learned what it was, what an assist was, that elbowing was illegal or something like that because every game had a reason to send the players to sports jail like grown-up cops and robbers.

You got the ball in the basket twice with no help, and that was achievement enough. Mingyu had ran across the court to high-five you both times as if you’d just won him a game. When you messed up the angle of another throw, he got behind you and, trying your best to focus with his chest flush against your back, you tried again and sent the ball sailing without the betrayal of the previous throw’s dramatic arc.

“So can we give Clint Eastwood a basketball now too?” Mingyu asked out of the blue, dropping to the concrete at your side, legs crossing and knees brushing.

“What,” you chuckled, “do you have him with you or something?”

Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled a small white square out and unfolded it to reveal the piece of lined notebook paper with margins full of marker and pencil scratch, most notably your hatted frog friend. He kept those notes in his pocket?

With the one not holding Clint, he ran a hand through his short black hair. “I do like to have him with me,” he answered with a tentative smile.

You twisted slightly, feeling your spine pop from its prior exertion, and remembered his words from the basketball game as he’d visited your seat, making you laugh with a failed attempt at spinning the ball on his finger. “As a good luck charm?”

He shook his head. “I think we’ve added something almost every time we’ve been together. He’s like a log of all the memories we share.” With that, he scooched closer to your side, his jacket falling over the folds of your own clothes slightly. “And I like our memories, Frog Girl.”

What could you say to that? “Frog Girl?” You just giggled, eyes on his.

“That’s right,” Mingyu nodded, “I can’t believe I would never have talked to you if you hadn’t drawn a frog.”

“Ah, college,” you sighed, tilting your head, “the golden years, and yet it’s so easy to ignore everyone else.”

“Well, no longer,” Mingyu shot back, gaze honing in on…well, you weren’t sure, but you liked it, “I figured out what I want to do with my victory wish.”

You smiled at the phrase ‘victory wish’, a term that was just so him. “I thought that was this.” For emphasis, you waved a hand along the court, feeling the night breeze that much more on the skin of your palm.

“Nope,” he shook his head, smirking as his eyes fell back on yours, “I didn’t say I was using it then, I just asked if you wanted to come out here and you said yes."

Well, coat you in flour and call you a biscuit. "You evil genius, you." At that, you gave a grin and a shake of your own head, unable to resist feeling a bit impressed. Man plays games, he picks up some strategy. You'd have to remember that.

"I prefer to think of myself as a nice genius," Mingyu said, and then, switching tones completely, doing another one-eighty to one sweet enough to make your heart swell, he continued, "and about my wish: can I kiss you? I can't think of a better way to end Friday Night Showdown."

Deathly afraid of saying something stupid, you answered by shifting from your crossed legs, folding them to the side as you sat up, knee resting slightly on the edge of his leg as you pressed your lips to his. The slick of his sports jacket between your fingers felt cool as you gripped it to hold both yourself and Mingyu in place as he surged forward into you. For his speed, his eagerness, his kiss was surprisingly soft, not digging too deep but just firmly holding you, treasuring you as if the feeling of your lips was about to fade. Oh, buddy, I'm not going anywhere, you murmured in your head against the feeling of his ever-so-slightly chapped lips.

And as he pulled away, separation painfully slow, deliberate, Mingyu looked you dead in the eyes, blinked at the sudden return of hazy park streetlight, and said “Wow.”

You nodded. “Wow.” Can’t believe how well those lobsters worked, you wanted to say. "You're full of surprises, Mr. Basketball."

“Mr. Basketball,” he mused, gaze briefly drifting from yours, then back. “I wasn’t sure you were going to be that into me, being so funny and smart and artistic and stuff, but I just couldn’t help myself. And boy am I glad for that,” he grinned.

For that, all you could do was kiss him again.

No more hoops were shot that night, only words tossed out with new glee as you, now wrapped in Mingyu’s jacket, pointed out lesser-known constellations, like the Dutch giraffe one or the Poop Deck. After all, you had a reputation to keep up on that date, and everyone had already seen the Big Dipper.

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen reactions #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #mingyu #mingyu x reader #mingyu x female reader #female reader #college au #humor #fluff #let me know if y'all are into part 2 I have Ideas™ lmao

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aihoshiino · 2 months ago

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I saw that you wrote a fic with Kyun as the POV character and I just wanted to say that it’s really good! I’ve really enjoyed it so far! I also came across this cool article talking about the first generations of B-Komachi, but the author doesn’t seem to know anything about the seventh member, the girl with the frog pin. ( https://diagram-traveling.com/oshinoko-old-b-comachi/ ). Since you seem to have knowledge of the early generations, do you have any ideas about her or who she is?

thank you so much! <3 It's been a lot of fun to write! I got pretty burned out creatively over the holidays so I had to take a pretty extended break from it, but I hope you enjoyed chapter 5 now it's up!!

Anyway, by process of elimination, we do know who the frog pin member is - that's Watanabe!

(ignore the question marks lol I just forgot to update this once we knew for sure who Takamine was)

I had like a whole paragraph here being like ??? at some of the takes in this blog post but it started getting unnecessarily nitpicky so I deleted it lol but the tl;dr is that for some reason, this blog post leaps to the assumption that Watanabe is Mei's surname and thus that Watanabe refers to her and this leaves the frog pin member unidentified. But there's no indication anywhere in the text that I can tell that this is the case. We have six names and six members, five each of which are already paired together. I think you have to take a way more convoluted path to come to a conclusion that the froggy pin member is not Watanabe, honestly.

(also i will allow myself One nitpick: the blog post asserts out of nowhere that Ari is Kanan from Viewpoint B even though Ari's hair is pinned in an updo and Kyun highlights Kanan's long, flowing hair as she dances as one of her charm points.)

#oshi no ko #oshi no posting #onk spoilers #onk asks

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th3-0bjectivist · 8 months ago

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Face # 7: Baby Frog ruminates

To recap once more, this year (2024) I have been trying to draw faces, all year long. Being an outsider artist, I never had anyone teach me how to do it. So once again, I will just teach myself by doing it over and over in different variations. Recently I went out on a few dates with this single mom, her name is Britt. No spark, no problem, we kind of became friends instead. I’ve been over to her place a few times and met her infant boy. I won’t give you the boy’s name, but I call him Baby Frog because he’s got a bit of a froggy face going on. He’s like all other babies. He loves to laugh, and he gets fussy sometimes, but he also makes this stone-cold face when I’m talking to his mom, like I owe him money, or like he knows something about my mother.

Out of any of the drawings I’ve done for this series, this one was by far the easiest. Babies have these fat, lumpy faces that basically have no definition. This kid has eyes that are deep brown, and they're HUGE, so when he’s just kind of passive and staring at something he kinda looks like he’s a possessed stone golem. Britt puts him in funny hats that make his head look like a big, chubby mushroom stalk. He drools uncontrollably all the time. When I’m over at Britt’s place I sometimes wish I could get away with an infant’s social behavior and fashions. I often wonder if the Baby Frog is in deep thought when he just stares away like he does, and I wonder if he’ll have the same steely glance as an adult, because it’s somewhat intimidating even at his age. I’ve come to like Baby Frog a lot, and he has enjoyed my company as well. I’m around few babies these days, and despite their awkward mannerisms, I still like them better than adults. Infants are just honest. Drawing faces has been generally difficult, next time I’ll try an adult face at a dynamic angle. I’ve got to keep challenging myself, and I’m still not VERY good at this. More to come!

Face # 1: Click here

Face # 2: Click here

Face # 3: Click here

Face # 4: Click here

Face # 5: Click here

Face # 6: Click here

#drawing #illustration #sketch #art on tumblr #face #faces #practice series #pencil #pencil on paper #colored pencils #baby face #baby #infant #Baby Frog #thanks for being my model little dude!

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cao-the-dreamer · 25 days ago

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OC Tag game

Alright so I'm dusting off all my notifications and I realize I missed a lot of tag games that look extremely fun so let's get right onto it! @dungeons-and-dragon-age tagged me and since they went with Inky I'll do the same, with my man Alim :3 (team mage trevelyan aaayyy)

Name: Alim Trevelyan.

Alias: Teach, Lordy Froggy, Frog Boy, Your Royal Frogginess, Ser Trevelyan.

Gender: Intersex man.

Sexual Orientation: Questioning.

Age: 41 at the start of Inquisition.

Spoken Language: Trade.

Occupation: (Former) Head Librarian of the Ostwick Circle, (former) Inquisitor, Teacher.

FAVORITE:

Color: Blue.

Entertainment: Frogs.

Pastime: Reading, tending to the gardens, taking care of all his frogs (he loves his frogs!!).

Food: Berries! All the wild berries you can pick in a bush, whenever he sees one he just stops because he hadn’t eaten hand-picked berries in almost three decades so now they're all his :)

Drink: Herbal infusions (to help with his insomnia).

HAVE THEY…

Passed university: Like laya said; does the Harrowing count? XD

Had sex: Yes (was pretty much a "meh" experience).

Had sex in public: No.

Gotten tattoos: Yup, on his face and on many parts of his body!! It was a frequent ritual during his time in the Circle, both to reclaim body autonomy and to honor his father's memory (he knows he's not connected to elven culture and he never will be, but the tattoos remind him that he's mixed and he's not ashamed of it).

Gotten piercings: Nope.

Gotten scarred: He has a long lightning scar on his left side when he was struck by the Pride demon at the beginning of the game.

Had a broken heart: Not really? His past relationships ended for different reasons and each time he was like "heh okay". Hence why he's still questioning his orientations.

ARE THEY…

A cuddler: Sure thing! Whenever the kid mages need cuddles he's always available, Maker knows they needed some comfort in this hellhole. With adults however he's a bit more reserved, but he can give a hug if he trusts them enough.

Scared easily: Hahahaha oh man this guy is basically a possum in constant panic mode because he's THIS CLOSE to faint any time the stress levels are too high (insomnia + terrifying nightmares = awful awake time).

Jealous easily: He would be pretty much confused if asked, like, why would he be? (He's a bit of a doormat for, well, a lot of things, especially his feelings).

Trustworthy: I mean the guy had to take care of children for 30 years and still does it nowadays, so the task would kinda be difficult if he was *not* trustworthy.

FAMILY:

Parents/siblings: Izem and Nour Trevelyan (the Lord and Lady) are his official parents, but his biological father is Izem's childhood friend and closest confidant, Oren, who's an elf; the three of them are lovers behind closed doors (Alim's birth was a bit of a "whoops" moment). Alim also has two older (half-)sisters, Sa'ida and Ruqqayya, whom he absolutely adores-- and they love their baby brother!

Children: None biologically, but he adopted all the apprentices of the Circle! They're his kids now, no you can't change his mind.

Pets: Mrs Wiggums (and her subsequent children), which was a gift from Sera when she heard Alim loved frogs; she jokingly said he could only keep the frog if he wore her on his head for a whole day, and he actually did it!! At some point Sera couldn't even breath from laughing too hard.

#dragon age #tag game #alim trevelyan #inquisitor trevelyan

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mirrortouchedsea · 9 months ago

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HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY @transactinides MWAHHHHH here's 4.7k words of a Shinobu character study just for youuuuu.

CW for bullying. I also would like to note that the appellations are not quite what they are on the wiki just because it is pre-canon so I figured it would show the original distance between him and everyone else so do naught @ me about this one. It was intentional. I did post it on ao3 in the link above but you can also just read it under the read more :3

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He clutches at his froggy plushie as his mom walks him down the hall. It’s Shinobu Sengoku’s first day of elementary school and he is so nervous, but his mom says it’ll be okay. He can make friends here! Maybe they’ll like frogs too. He wonders if there will be any frogs on the playground he saw outside.

Okay Shinobu-kun, it’s time for me to go, are you going to be okay? His mom crouches down in front of him and Shinobu wants to cry. He’s never been without his mom before. He would have to go to school…alone? He shakes his head. His mom laughs and pulls him into a hug. It’ll be okay, Shinobu-kun, I’ll pick you up at the end of the day, okay? Okay…

His mom ruffles his hair before standing up to leave. Shinobu just stands in the doorway until the teacher pulls him away and shows him to his seat. His froggy plushie is still in his hands and he pulls it closer to his body. Are the other kids looking at him? Oh no…they’re judging his froggy…

He looks away from the rest of the children in the room and puts his plushie in his backpack. He’ll still be there, he tells himself. Mr. Froggy won’t leave him alone. Of course he wouldn’t! Shinobu had to be brave for Mr. Froggy and his mom, so he gets back in his seat and listens to the teacher as class begins.

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By the time the fall holidays roll around, Shinobu knows that the other kids don’t like him very much. It took two weeks before someone stole Mr. Froggy and another three weeks for someone else to start calling him names. Shinobu wasn’t sure what the names meant, but the other kids would laugh at him and it wasn’t the type of laugh people did on TV when the hero slipped on a banana peel. He’s stopped trying to talk to the other kids during recess.

When his mom asks if he’s made any friends, he finds that he can’t tell her the truth. He doesn’t want to hurt his mom’s feelings, after all. Of course he has friends. He starts making up stories of him and his friends’ exploits on the playground, but it feels hollow and lonely. What was he doing wrong? The other kids ran around and screamed on the playground but Shinobu is a quiet kid. Maybe being quiet was wrong…? But he felt bad when he yelled if he wasn’t excited. Why was it so hard to make friends (and why can’t he tell his mom he doesn’t know how to make them)?

Around the winter holidays, Shinobu discovers ninjas. It’s one of the tokusatsu shows where they get saved by a lone ninja. The ninja never revealed his face but Shinobu felt a strange sense of sameness with the character. He was alone so much, just like the ninja. He could be cool too! He starts begging his mom for ninja stars or at least a cool headband like the ones on TV. On the playground and around the house, he does ninjutsu moves and his mom and teachers smile at his antics.

He gets a ninja costume for Christmas and doesn’t take it off for days. It’s his favorite gift under the tree and he wants to show it off to everyone who will look. In January a kid on the playground shoves him in the mud and Shinobu no longer wears it to school.

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When he enters the next school year, Shinobu hopes things will be different. Maybe his class will be different and he’ll be able to talk to someone about how cool ninjas are! He’s running down the hallway, hands in front of him in one of his ninja arts poses. He was still learning what they meant but he was pretty sure this one was for stealth. Well, as stealthy as he can be running down the hallway at school. The teacher still yells at him for running in the hallway.

Just like last year, Shinobu tells himself he will be brave and make friends! The person sitting next to him wasn’t in his class last year, so he introduces himself and does his ninja hand signs. The other kid smiles and says they should play together at recess! Mission: success!

Shinobu can’t stop grinning as he eagerly awaits for class to end and recess to start. Does this other kid like ninjas? Or maybe he likes tokusatsu, which was okay because Shinobu liked tokusatsu too! He’s practically bouncing on his way to the playground before remembering he should wait for his new friend. He skids to a halt next to a slide and has to keep from looking too excited.

The other kid arrives quickly and Shinobu quickly finds himself asking so many questions about ninjas and if they liked them. Did you know that real ninja weren’t like what they show on TV? Who’s your favorite ranger? Mine is the yellow one. She's so cool! The other kid places his hands on Shinobu’s shoulders to get his attention. Was he being too overwhelming again? The other kid says something about how Shinobu seems nice but…he doesn’t think they’d be good friends. Sorry about that.

Shinobu wipes the tears from his eyes but says he understands. The other kid says thank you and apologizes again before running off to the playground with his other friends. He shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up. At least this kid was nice to him about it. It could always be worse.

Shinobu starts bringing his froggy plushie to school again, talking to it like he imagines normal people talk to their friends. Mr. Froggy has such interesting answers, telling Shinobu about the pond and the other animals that live there. There are even frogs who are ninja and protect the little pond community! Shinobu promises Mr. Froggy that he’ll protect the pond too, and he starts catching small bugs and feeding them to the frogs on the playground. The other kids tell him that it’s gross to hang out with frogs. At least the frogs listen to him talk about ninjas.

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Second grade! Shinobu knows by now that the other kids think he’s too weird to talk to. Some of them are nice to him when they do group projects but he knows they try to keep their distance. Between naming the frogs that lived on the school grounds and running around pretending to be a ninja, it wasn’t hard to understand that people found him… odd. He couldn’t understand why, because running around like a ninja was super duper fun. It wasn’t any different than his classmates pretending to be pirates or superheroes from their favorite anime series, was it?

For a few months that year, there was a popular ninja anime series everyone enjoyed but even then, nobody would play with him. He watched them attempt the ninja arts and tried to correct their form but they just made a face and told him to go away. Was he wrong…? Didn’t they want to make sure they were doing the right signs for what they wanted to do?

He had even been excited to talk about the anime with the other kids, he tuned in to the new episode every week as soon as he got home from school even! But still, everyone avoided him. Sometimes he could tell one of them would feel bad for rejecting him for the millionth time and would let him play but they never seemed as into it as he was. They always did ninja art: invisibility and ran away after a few minutes.

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Three more years go by and Shinobu is in middle school. He’s used to the loneliness now, often sitting in a corner at lunch by himself, going over his secret ninja skills and talking to the frogs he’s taken care of over the years. It hurt but over time he found ways to push it down and he managed to make it to middle school. Being almost 11, his parents stopped indulging his ninja obsession and tried to introduce him to other things but nothing could ever replace the great and wonderful ninja! He’s been poring over every book he could find at the library about them, and even started to talk like them. It is most befitting of a noble ninja to speak properly and clearly, and so he does.

The librarian was the closest thing he had to what one would consider a friend. She laughs at his jokes and plays along with his imagination, she even shows him how to make paper throwing stars, which are very difficult to aim but very fun to throw anyway. He fills his room with paper ninja stars and turns them into all sorts of things, even giving them to his classmates to try and make friends (despite telling himself that he was okay by himself, he still longed for someone to connect with). He often found them in the trash at the end of the day.

At night, after a particularly rough day at school, Shinobu cries. He doesn’t know why, but the tears start running down his face and he can’t make them stop. Who can he even talk to about this? Mr. Froggy, why is it so hard to be alone?

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By the end of middle school, Shinobu is telling everyone he wants to become an idol and inspire other people to love ninja as much as he does! Even though ninjas should stay in the shadows, he’s willing to go on stage and represent them to the world! He’s even been accepted to Yumenosaki Academy so he has a real chance to make it as an idol!

His classmates and teachers tell him it’s a pipe dream and to keep his expectations low. Yumenosaki has been on the decline for a while now so what good would it be to enroll there? Maybe if Shinobu had been born thirty years earlier (but someone like him would never make it as an idol anyway. A ninja idol? Who would care about that?) then he’d have a chance, a small one, but a chance. Well, it’s not like any of them would stop him from applying to Yumenosaki, and Shinobu would finally get to meet some new people, maybe he could make some friends too!

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Shinobu’s first day at Yumenosaki is…well it was interesting, to say the least. It was very overwhelming, seeing all of the different idol groups, and so many of them didn’t seem interested in him. There were Knights, which were too cool for Shinobu (he decided to maybe admire them from afar, but they were not people he could see himself getting along with), fine, which seemed to be the leader of the school and way out of Shinobu’s league, and Trickstar, which were not actually recruiting members, but they were on stage performing and showing off the things they’d learned about being idols and what was in store for the prospective students. Compared to how his middle school classmates had talked about Yumenosaki, it seemed like it was anything but falling apart. Which was great! But…

Shinobu clutches at his ninja stars, holding them close to his chest. He wants to try and talk to someone at one of the booths, but it was too intimidating! Everyone is so loud and the music from the speakers makes it hard for Shinobu to gather his thoughts. He knows he’ll have to get used to it if he wants to become an idol, or learn to deal with it, but the auditorium was not doing him any favors right now.

Someone grabs Shinobu by the shoulder and he jumps. What’s going on?!

Are you okay, they ask, and Shinobu looks up at the stranger, dark red eyes creased in concern at Shinobu. Oh, I’m fine, please do not worry about me, uhh… Morisawa, Morisawa Chiaki. Thank you, but please do not worry about me Morisawa-dono. You looked like you wanted to sit down, do you need some air? Shinobu thinks for a moment. If this Morisawa was offering, well Shinobu was not going to deny that getting away from the crowd would be nice. He nods and Morisawa guides him out to the hall, the music becomes quiet and Shinobu feels like he can breathe again.

I don’t think I caught your name, you’re one of the new first years correct? Yes, my name is Sengoku Shinobu. Nice to meet you Sengoku! Have you figured out what unit you want to join, I’m the leader of Ryuseitai and we’re looking for members, our audition is next week if you want to try out? Oh, that would be… There’s no pressure, Sengoku, but I think you’ll make a great idol!

Morisawa leaves and Shinobu stays in the hallway, almost awestruck at the older boy’s statement. Did someone…other than his parents believe in him? Well, Shinobu did get into Yumenosaki to begin with, so he has that going for him, but still. He isn’t used to the feeling in his chest, his heart flutters and his thoughts running a mile a minute. Someone who didn’t even know him believed he could make it as an idol.

Shinobu makes up his mind to attend the Ryuseitai auditions next week. He should go find Morisawa and ask what he needs to prepare, but he freezes as his hand hovers over the doorknob. What if Morisawa was lying? Plenty of kids in Shinobu’s middle school did that to him, inviting him to play and then chasing Shinobu off when he tried to join, why would Morisawa be different? Shinobu wants to curl up in the corner, but he really should go to the Ryuseitai table. Maybe there will be someone else there he can talk to.

Okay Shinobu, you got this! Just open the door and look for the Ryuseitai table! Shinobu opens the door and tries to shut out the rest of the noise. He doesn’t want to get overwhelmed again and have to leave. If he wants to be an idol, he needs to get used to the loud venues! Despite his whole body shaking, Shinobu spots the Ryuseitai table in the corner, Morisawa is sitting with another boy with blue hair (why does it look like the other boy just walked out of the shower?). Shinobu breathes in and tries to slow his heartbeat down before making his way over to the table.

Oh, Sengoku! Are you feeling better? Yes, thank you very much Morisawa. Ah, chiaki is this who you were ‘talking’ about? Yes it was, Sengoku, meet Kanata Shinkai, Kanata, this is Sengoku Shinobu! It is ‘nice’ to ‘meet’ you shinobu, are you ‘thinking’ about ‘joining’ ryuseitai? Y-yes, I was just wondering about the audition process!

Morisawa digs around under the table for a second as Shinobu tries not to make eye contact with Shinkai. Shinobu thought the other boy being there would relieve his stress a little, but something about him feels strange (the irony here is lost on Shinobu).

Alright! Here we go, you’ll have to prepare one song from this list and tell us why you’d like to join Ryuseitai specifically! Don’t worry, it’s nothing difficult so you should be fine!

Shinobu looks at the list and notices that many of the songs are theme songs from various tokusatsu shows. Well, at least he recognizes several of them, but they’re certainly strange choices for an idol unit. Shinobu takes another look at the table, looking more closely at the unit logo and decorations. The table is covered in tokusatsu merch; stickers, buttons, pencils… that makes sense actually. Shinobu goes back to the song list and scrolls until he finds the theme song from his favorite ninja anime as a kid. That would be the best option and he can show off his ninja moves for it!

Did you find a song you know? You have a week to prepare, we’ll have auditions here next week after school so don’t miss them! Shinobu nods and makes a mental note of that. He should actually… it’s in his phone now so he’ll definitely remember to show up. Now for his practice!

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It takes Shinobu too long to figure out how to sign out a practice room for himself (so many of them are already booked for unit rehearsal it’s hard to find one for audition practice) and he’s trying to catch up on his lost time when another boy knocks on the door. Huh? I thought I had the room to myself…de gozaru. A-ah, sorry if I’m interrupting, I know I’m such a loser but I’m lost and someone pointed me this way…were they lying to me? What are you looking for, I’m just practicing for an audition so you can sit down if you’d like. The other boy is tall with light brown hair and looks so nervous Shinobu feels bad for him. The brown haired boy trips over himself as he sets his bag down on the floor. I’m not even sure how I got into this school, I thought I applied to the general course but I couldn’t even do that right… sorry that’s not your fault at all I should just shut up now. Oh, it’s alright de gozaru, would you like to practice with me, maybe we could join the same unit? I’d rather die than be an idol, the attention is too much for me and I’d just look like a fool.

Shinobu thinks for a few seconds on what the boy said. He can’t exactly drop out of the idol course but Morisawa seemed like he would be accepting of anyone who joined Ryuseitai, so maybe Shinobu should invite this boy to auditions. At least, maybe Morisawa could guide him in the right direction. He finally speaks, I think you would be great as an idol uh… Midori, Takamine Midori. Right! I think you’d be great as an idol T-takamine-dono! You don’t need to lie to me, I really just want to curl up in a ball right now anyway so I’ll leave you alone and you can just pretend like I’m not here. Uhm, my name is Shinobu Sengoku by the way! De gozaru. It’s…nice to meet you, Sengoku-kun.

Shinobu doesn’t really want to be watched while he practices (though he knows at least Morisawa and Shinkai will be watching his audition… he should get used to people watching him), but Midori doesn’t seem to want to move from his spot on the floor. Shinobu turns his music back on but turns the volume dial down to where he can just barely hear it and maybe it won’t disturb Midori. And one and two…

Shinobu pants, the last note barely registers in his mind as the music is so quiet but he’s happy with how his performance went! He’ll be ready to hit the ground running tomorrow at this rate! He looks over at Midori, who fell asleep on the floor some time during Shinobu’s rehearsal. What time even was it? Oh, it’s quite late his parents would be worried and Midori’s probably were too. Hey, Takamine-dono, it’s late and you should probably go home. O-oh, I didn’t realize I fell asleep, now how am I going to sleep tonight, and what about my parents, oh I’m really worse than garbage, sorry for intruding on you uhm, do you know the way out? Shinobu slings his backpack over his shoulder. I think I remember where the exit is de gozaru, we can walk together if you want, I don’t mind. I’ve already wasted enough of your time, just give me the directions. We’ll be going the same way, it’s really not a big deal if I walk with you.

Shinobu turns the lights off and makes sure the door is locked before turning back to the hallway. So, you didn’t mean to be in the idol course, but do you have any units in mind that you want to join? The silence is awkward but Shinobu wants to try and make friends this year. He will make friends at Yumenosaki Academy if it kills him (well, that might be a bit too much, but he would like to have someone to talk to at lunch at least). Ah, I got overwhelmed at the sign up event, so I didn’t get a good look at any of the units that were recruiting… Oh, it’s okay I did too, but this nice senior at the uh, I think it was called ‘Ryuseitai’ booth helped me calm down, maybe you’ll like him, and he said the audition would be pretty easy too. Did he, well I haven’t sang before so I don’t know if I could even pass that, let alone dancing, it’s just too much for someone like me. Don’t talk like that, you can practice with me, we can audition together, like friends! I really wouldn’t want to impose on you any more, Sengoku-kun, it’s fine I’ll just get kicked out and go back to being a normal student somewhere else. Shinobu frowns but doesn’t say anything back. He really wants to be friends with the other boy, but it seemed as if Midori was trying to keep his distance.

Before Shinobu knew it, the two of them had made it to the front doorway of the school. I know you don’t want to be an idol but I hope you’ll consider my offer, de gozaru, I really want to be friends with you Takamine-dono! Midori turns away from Shinobu and doesn’t say anything, just walks away. Well…they’d see each other tomorrow, right? Shinobu sighs before heading back to his own home, going over how he’d tell his parents that he was late (he wonders if they even noticed how late he was coming home from school).

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Midori comes back to the practice room the next day and mumbles under his breath that he wouldn’t mind auditioning with Shinobu, if they were doing it together it wouldn’t be so embarrassing. Shinobu smiles wide and they start talking about what each of them will be preparing for the audition. Midori isn’t familiar with the types of tokusatsu shows that Morisawa put on the audition list, but after spending some time listening to them on youtube, they find one that sounds easy enough to learn in five days. Shinobu is already pretty confident in being able to sing his selection, so he starts by finding the lyrics for Midori and going over them section by section. They spend most of the afternoon just learning the song, but by the end of it Midori has it down with only one or two slip ups. Shinobu’s stomach growls and the two decide to call it for the day and go home for dinner, but Midori promises to come back so they can learn simple choreography together.

As the audition draws closer, both Shinobu and Midori are making decent progress if Shinobu can say anything! They can do simple choreography, steps and light movement while singing and not losing their train of thought. It should be good enough for the audition, at least Morisawa didn’t seem like the type of person to be mean if they did get rejected, which was about all Shinobu was going to ask for at this point, but he had a good feeling about everything! Takamine-dono, I think we’ve got a pretty good shot at our audition de gozaru! You think so Sengoku-kun, I keep stumbling over that one part before the chorus, I don’t know if they’d accept someone as clumsy as me, maybe I should just give up now… Don’t talk like that Takamine-dono, you’ve made a lot of progress, and I’m sure they’ll recognize your potential! You don’t have to hide how much you hate my performance, Sengoku-kun, it won’t hurt my feelings. I’m being honest though, I really think you’re doing great Takamine-dono.

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The day of the audition arrives and Shinobu is shaking. He’s been practicing so hard for this moment and it’s finally here! Midori is next to him, and Shinobu can feel Midori shaking a little bit too. It’s nice to know that he’s not alone. The judges are only Morisawa and Shinkai, the two Shinobu met on the first day, and the only other person auditioning with them was a boy with black hair and dyed red streaks who was bouncing his foot in a way that just made Shinobu’s nerves worse. The boy with black and red hair was called in first (Nagumo Tetora was his name. Shinobu wonders if they’ll be able to become friends too) and then it was just Midori and Shinobu in the hallway. I’m so nervous, Takamine-dono. You’ll do great Sengoku-kun, you are way better than I am, I’m sure you’ll get in. Don’t talk down about yourself Takamine-dono, you’ve put in a lot of work too and I’m sure Morisawa-dono and Shinkai-dono will see that!

The door opens and the black haired boy steps out, sighing in relief. Good luck, you two. Shinobu hears his name called from inside the practice room and Shinobu gives Midori’s hand a squeeze for good luck before walking in. He’s shaking, but takes a deep breath. This is what you’ve been practicing for, Sengoku! You can do it! He hears Morisawa’s voice cheering him on in his head (Morisawa’s mouth isn’t moving when Shinobu hears the encouragement, but Shinobu can sense the words coming from Morisawa anyway). Shinobu begins his song, trying not to forget his choreography as he goes, but there’s still a misstep halfway through that causes Shinobu to stumble. Don’t let it get to you, Sengoku, just keep going, Morisawa’s voice echoes in Shinobu’s head.

By the time Shinobu finishes, he’s panting and his legs could just give out at any moment, but he did it! He made it through with only a few mistakes! Morisawa and Shinkai clap and stand up, congratulating Shinobu on a job well done and Shinobu feels his heart soar. His efforts paid off! Morisawa and Shinkai tell him to send Midori in, which Shinobu agrees to do.

Takamine-dono, it’s your turn! Shinobu has to drag Midori into a standing position. I don’t know Sengoku-kun, I don’t think I’m cut out to be an idol, I should just go lay in a hole outside, at least I wouldn’t be bothering anyone. Takamine-dono, I believe in you, I think you can be an idol de gozaru. Shinobu all but drags Midori over to the door and pushes him into the audition room, giving a smile and a thumbs up before gently closing the door again. He sighs and sits next to the black haired boy who is twiddling his thumbs.

I apologize for not introducing myself earlier, but my name is Sengoku Shinobu, it’s nice to meet you! Nagumo Tetora, the other boy says without even looking at Shinobu. Well, that’s fine. If they get into Ryuseitai together, they’ll have plenty of opportunities to get to know each other so Shinobu doesn’t worry right now. Why are you auditioning for Ryuseitai, Shinobu asks to fill the silence. He can tell exactly where Midori should be in his routine despite the wall muffling some of the sound. They have a minute or so left. Tetora’s face flushes. Well, I uh, I got rejected from the other unit I auditioned for, and this one was the only one still doing auditions, and you? Morisawa-dono invited me to after helping me out with something on the first day. Tetora laughs and the door opens, Midori calling them both inside.

Shinobu stands in between the other two boys as Morisawa and Shinkai go over their notes from the auditions. Despite being first years, they had so much potential and all three of them were accepted into the unit. Shinobu feels lighter than air (he knows that a unit can have a maximum of five people and only the three of them auditioned, that doesn’t go over his head, but still) and when Morisawa and Shinkai pull them into a big group hug, Shinobu thinks he’s finally found his place. Even if Midori and Tetora protest against the gesture, Shinobu wants to frame this memory forever. Practice starts tomorrow.

#shay writes #enstars #ensemble stars #shinobu sengoku #chiaki morisawa #kanata shinkai #midori takamine #tetora nagumo #ryuseitai #sengoku shinobu #enstars fanfic #idk what else to tag this as... i havent written smth this long in a minute either

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lil-space-king · 1 year ago

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Adaine, if she had a pokemon team. She's such a little guys guy now.

Burmy (Sandy Cloak Form) - to represent her dust mephits, The Dry Guys. I'm just in love with them. Delphox - because it's very wizard vibes with that wand it uses, it has psychic powers and it's name is based on the ORACLE of Delphi. Honedge - i mean, she uses her father's sword, it's a living cursed sword - it just makes sense to me. Poliwhirl - The roundest frog pokemon I could find to represent boggy the froggy Primeape - Mainly just for Adaine's Furious Fist, also it's a cute pomeranian looking thing just like moggy the doggy Snubbul - Okay, here's the real Moggy substitute I came up with. It's small and angry, adorable as hell, and it's British just like Adaine is.

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #adaine abernant #pokemon #burmy #delphox #honedge #poliwhirl #primeape #snubbul

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pikachic · 5 months ago

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Saw your tags, shaking your hand so so so hard. As always your taste is immaculate and your brain is huge.

My inability to be normal about the Froakie line (going strong since I was 13 and and only observing the pokémon franchise from the sidelines*) aside, I'm so obsessed with the bond phenomenon as a gimmick because it gives you so many opportunities for tinkering with character design - who the hell wouldn't want to be matchy matchy with their pokémon buddy? Plus there's an angle which I like to explore in my silly little daydreams: how deep does it go? Is it like drifting in Pacific Rim? Can you get telepathy out of it? A bleed-over effect of habits, memories, mannerisms? I have a whole goddamn pokémon journey novelisation of my Y run in my head with the battle bond included because it's just such a fascinating gimmick to tinker with.

(*I watched some of the original anime as a kid, had a brief dalliance with gen 4 games and anime and pokémon ranger, before being grabbed by the fucking throat by a cute little blue bubble froggy in 2013 and gradually dragged into the franchise proper. I only got a 3ds last year (2013-18 were a bit of a wild time for me and 18-22 were uni hell) but I swear to god the moment I opened pokémon Y and found my Froakie buddy looking at me I was fucking done for. So yeah, the Froakie line is, in fact, responsible for me getting into pokémon properly. Late, maybe, but better late than never!)

Given the fact that mechanic-wise it's a third ability, it could be argued to be genetic on the frog's side, but more of a potential/compatibility thing on the human side. If it's genetic, is it a result of higher empathy? Of a slightly less stable genetic makeup or a glitch of the evolution mechanism? How common is it? For all we know it could be more common but dormant, lacking a suitable trainer. According to that one drawing from the anime (ninja village, lore drop about the bond phenomenon) bonded Gren just looks like that (in addition to the Ash-Gren sprite in Sun/Moon retaining these features even away from Ash), so from a Watsonian perspective it seems that anime Gren just happened to meet a kid whose aesthetic matches his bonded form. That said, why not tweak it a bit? Why not see if the phenomenon also manifests in other pokémon? I'm still baffled that there's so little art of bonded trainer and 'mon duo because of all the character customisation you can do. One would think it's a fun idea to make drawing challenges etc of, like designing megas for random pokémon.

Also Gren should've beaten Alain's Charizard but they were saving up Ash's league win for his pen/ultimate seasons and this is a hill I'm ready to kill on. My Gren absolutely demolished Olympia's gym while 10 levels underleveled with just a night slash (not my fault then gen 6 gym leaders are pushovers) so a bonded, sufficiently trained Gren with a (game mechanic) affection boost and buff to water shuriken, a super effective STAB move it has high stats for, should've Deus Ex(yz) Machina'd the lizard into the ground.

Oops, got yapping. Anyways, now you're legally obligated to ramble about your favourite pokémon to me because I like listening to people ramble about their favourite pokémon.

*shakes your hand equally as hard* YESSSSSSS

I have SUCH a massive soft spot for the Pokémon and especially the Pokémon anime

I got X for Christmas when I was like 8 and it was my very first Pokémon game, I knew next to nothing about the game’s mechanics (and embarrassingly didn’t realize that the blue symbol next to my fennekin’s name meant that he was male and not that he was weak to water LMFAO)

(I eventually got better at the game)

(Kind of XD)

I would watch the English dub of the anime on weekends with my younger sister, and we watched the first season or two of XY together

I already knew about Ash Greninja when I started watching XYZ in my first year of middle school, so I was SO INCREDIBLY EXCITED when he appeared for the first time in episode 7

Pokémon XYZ and Ash Greninja then proceeded to take over my life for the next three years

The lore was great the animation was pure action eye candy and I thought it was all so fucking cool

Like. That scene on top of Prism tower?! With Lysandre and the mind control? PURE CINEMA

The first fanfiction I ever wrote was a fic where Greninja returns in Pokémon sun and moon, it’s still out there on the internet somewhere and the writing sure is. Something.

I also revisited X and did a replay of the game with froakie as my starter - I loved him so much

Also YESSS I love thinking about further implications of the bond phenomenon, I was and still kind of am so fascinated by it - I’m a sucker for this sort of power up that’s reliant on two separate characters and their dynamic with each other because of the potential for fun character development and also cool power ups

I love the idea of Ash and Greninja being slightly linked at all times, like occasionally one will feel a slight pulse of emotion from the other or they’ll briefly glimpse what the other is seeing, I’ve seen some fics where they can activate the Bond Phenomenon at any time and anywhere, which oftentimes led to Ash confusing/scaring the shit out of his friends, I saw a tumblr post somewhere about how Ash and Greninja’s mannerisms might leak into each other when the Phenomenon is active, there’s just so much potential in this concept and is it any wonder I was obsessed with it as a kid

SHOOT I ACCIDENTALLY HIT POST LMFAO

But yea POKEMON IS AWESOME AND I’D BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO SCREAM ABOUT IT WITH YOU POSI XD

Uhhh favorite pokemon - its probably Ceruledge right now, Greninja’s obviously great, and as a kid I loved Pikachu - it’s why my username is what it is lol

Here are some frogs for the road

#asks #ask #pokemon #pokemon xyz #anipoke

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moonchild-in-blue · 1 year ago

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📦 PACKIDGE TIME 📦

Okay, everyone gather round and look what the tides have brought to my doorstep. If you recall, a few months ago I started to make those silly Banana Peeled Vessel fanarts. Well, my beautiful friend @sleep-token brought Banana Vessel to life, and crocheted a Peeled Boy 🍌🥺

Because Dani is just a gem of a person, Banana Vessel sent on a long adventure, along with some other soft friends 🥺

After a LONG, STRESSFUL journey of 7751 km / 4816 miles, I am finally able to get my hands on our potassium son and his friends 🥺💙 🍌🐸🦫

Meet Pipi, the cutest shimmery blue froggy ever, and Bucky, a Texan CELEBRITY??? HELLO??? 🦫🤠 ALSO, very important to note that Pipi and Banana Vessel smell very nice?? Like love, sunshine, and rainbows 🥺💖🌞🌈

Banana Vessel and Pipi - look at the detailsss!!! Bucky has the cutest tail ever 🥺

Pipi came with photos from his visit to the aquarium with his froggy mint friend (DANI NAME YOUR FROG 😭🥺).

And yes they have all been hugged and kissed 🥺 Banana Boy had a little maternity shoot when he arrived 😌

Once again, thank you so much so much for these - I am cherishing them forever and ever 💙🥺💙 Pipi and Banana were sleeping right next to me, and Pipi's cute scented butt lulled me right away to honk shoo land 😪😴

#hello darya is once again in shambles #i need to point out that Banana Vessel has a really nice grip for whenever my cute agression for Big Vessel takes over 👍#Pipi was very enthusiastically showing me all the photos 🥺 he's waving hi at his friend 🥺#poor guy were held in customs for SO LONG. Bucky got hungry and started gnawing on Vessel's arm 😕#but all is well. everyone is in one piece. cuddled and well rested 🙏#gotta make them all a little cowboy hat for whenever they start missing their Texan Mama 🥺#special pocket post #peeled vessel

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fictionkinfessions · 7 months ago

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canon nicknames.

coming back for happier 'fession since the other one i did was kinda sad i think </3. anyway!

i'm pretty canon divergent and outside of class had extremely casual relationships (platonic) with my students. and i was also autistic like i am now, so i gave all of them at least one childish-sounding nickname (mostly used in my head), i think? everyone i cared about had at least one. i don't remember them all but i'll list ones that i think might be correct.

midoriya (something akin to "problem child," but was easy to say quickly. unsure!). uraraka was 'chako! bakugo's had something to do with anger (like, angry boy/etc.). asui (similar to frog/froggy). nemuri was nem, sometimes nemma i think. present mic was usually mic or hiza/zashi.. possibly other nicknames similar to loudmouth. i actually called ashido "mina" constantly, sometimes accidentally in class. kaminari was.. i think either pikachu/pichu or some other anime character. there were a lot of cute-sounding brand names i called people (like tsumtsums for example? not that specifically but similar), i just don't remember specific ones.

hard to remember anything specific BC i haven't interacted with source in a while, and don't know any Japanese now.

also, nem and mic called me "ai" sometimes! it was cute but i was always embarrassed when they called me that in front of a student. and i think eri called me "waza" a lot before AND after learning my name (she was younger in my canon, i think?). a lot of friends my own age or older called me "shō" (including all might? don't remember).

aizawa shōta / erasurehead (my hero academia), #🍻🍤

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cwritesforfun · 1 month ago

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(Hunger Games) Cato x Fem!Reader: His Stylist (Request)

Your father is the District 2 Victor of the Hunger Games and your mother is the District 2 Stylist. You are her assistant.

Y/N = Your First Name L/N = Last Name

***** I don't own the characters from Hunger Games or the plot *****

This fanfic will change to my plot :)

Masterlist

Y/N's POV

You met Cato first when you were 6 years old.

Your father had won the games and he was visiting people in District Two.

Even at 6, Cato was a beautiful young boy who had a killing instinct. Here is an example. You had a pet frog named Froggy. Yes, that is not creative. You were 6. You & Froggy were the best of friends. You brought him with you as your family visited families. It was literally the worst decision you made at that age. You had set him down in Cato's house, and when you went to look for him, Cato was standing over him with a knife. He killed him, held him by the leg, turned to you, and said, "This'll be great for frog leg stew." You couldn't believe him! You began crying and ran inside. Your father apologized to the family and firmly told you to stop. He didn't want to show anyone weakness of any kind.

You saw Cato again when you were 7 years old. He ran up to you as you were picking a flower for your mother at a flower shop and said, "Hey Frog Girl!" You rolled your eyes and replied, "I still can't believe you killed Froggy." He replied, "Sorry. I ... I didn't mean to. Frog Leg Stew was a favorite of my grandma's and frogs are rare. I missed my grandma and I just was hungry." You replied, "Your mom's chef made wonderful pasta. I'm surprised you didn't just get more of that." He replied, "It was disgusting." You picked up a peony and smiled. This is the one. Cato quickly said, "No. Don't pick that one. Trust me. Pick this red rose. Your mom will like it more and your father won't call you cheap." You replied, "Thanks." He smiled. Your mother ended up loving the red rose and so did your father.

At school, you and Cato became friends. You were inseparable from that day on.

At 12, you and Cato were just walking around District 2 on an average day. There was really nothing special about that day except for the fact that Caesar Flickerman's promo videos for the next Hunger Games were playing on every screen you went past. This was the first year that you would be reaped into it. Your parents have had you training since you were 5. You were not afraid. You were just nervous. You don't like all of the attention.

Cato pulled you into an alley and you snapped, "What are you doing, Cato?" He lets you go and stares into your eyes nervously. You notice him looking from your eyes to your lips. He leans in and kisses you. You could've shoved him off for kissing you without your consent, but truth is, you like him. You always have and always will.

At 13, we started officially dating.

At 14, you stole his father's car and a bottle of alcohol from their liquor cabinet. You both went to the top of a building and watched the stars. You also told each other we loved each other for the first time that night.

Our parents hated us after that until at 15, you became your mother's official styling assistant. You were praised and loved. President Snow even sought you out to learn more about you. He told you that if you were alive at 18, you were to become one of the official stylists for the Capitol and for the Hunger Games.

You were sent back and forth to the Capitol constantly.

You spent less time with Cato. He was always showing up at your window and spending the night. You would talk for hours. You would talk about your future together and what you want with your life. Cato was romantic and optimistic at 15. He is everything to you.

Skip to present events of The Hunger Games ~

The Reaping Ceremony - age 16

President Snow told you that if you really wanted, you could be exempt from the reaping this year because of your valued stylist experience. You said no. You wanted it to be fair. He respected that.

First, a girl is chosen. Clove is picked. You know, Clove. We're friends. She's good with knives.

Next is the boys. Cato's name is called. Your world drops. You feel nothing.

You immediately rush to see him one last time before he heads out. You will go first then his parents.

You walk inside and hug Cato tightly. He asks, "Will you be there as my stylist?" You answer, "Yes." He replies, "Then I have nothing to worry about. I have you." You reply, "You're strong, Cato. You can do it. You can do anything you put your mind to. I believe in you." He smiles and replies, "Come kiss your future Victor." You lean forward and you kiss.

The door opens and a Peacekeeper tells you that your time is up. You leave the room.

You walk calmly back to your house and straight up into your bedroom. You draw a bath and sit in it. You cry for hours until your mother knocks on the door to tell you that you must leave for the Capitol now.

The Chariot Ride

Cato hugs you a lot. It takes forever to fit him for this year's style. He keeps trying to flirt with you or kiss you. He's just very touchy. You don't mind.

Caesar Flickerman's Show

Caesar Flickerman welcomes Cato to the stage and you smile. He looks so right up on stage with all eyes on him. You stand backstage with the other stylists watching the screen to see how he will act.

Caesar Flickerman exclaims, "Cato! It's so good to meet you!" Cato replies, "It's good to meet you as well. This won't be our last meeting, I can assure you." Caesar Flickerman smiles and replies, "Confidence, we like it! Now tell us, what went through your head when you volunteered?" Cato answers, "I have been training since I was 5 for the Hunger Games. I always knew it would be a bigger part of my life. I also know that my family was cheering me on back in 2. I love you, family... I volunteered because I know the fame and riches you get for winning." Caesar Flickerman smiles and replies, "And can you tell us about your look? And the lady who designed it?" Cato smiles and answers, "The look was made by my lovely girlfriend, Y/N L/N. She is the District 2 stylist this year along with her team and I think she's doing a wonderful job. Love you baby."

Caesar looks like he is about to cry. You are, too.

Night Before The Hunger Games Begin

You are spending one last night together with Cato before the Hunger Games begin.

You talk for a bit before you sleep beside him.

You told him that as much as you want to spend time with him awake, he needs rest for the big day. His arms hold you tightly against him, and you feel at peace there in his arms.

You were proud that he came in 3rd. Yes, you wish he won, but he didn't. That's how the Hunger Games work. You lose the ones you love and no one cares.

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