#i understand its frustrating BUT MY GOSH DUDE

[frozenhi-chews]

"Reblog my art or I'll block you!" Okay man get blocked then.

[trippin-over-my-fandoms]

The tv show Dexter is my Roman Empire

I absolutely fucking love the show Dexter and its title character but I’m on my rewatch and ooooohhhh my gosh it pisses me off so bad especially with knowing everything that comes next. And you wanna know why? Because Dexter Morgan was done a terrible disservice. And look I know you have to have conflict to have a show and I love it for the complexities I’m probably reading too far into but its so frustrating to see it all go down. Which if your like me is how you get sucked into wanting Dex to come out on top and get his justice but then New Blood comes in and wakes you up and you’re like left like …. whoa.

Let me explain-

* Disclaimer: this is my personal interpretation of the character of Dexter Morgan in the tv show Dexter, I am in no way a licensed therapist or psychologist but I am neurodivergent and diagnosed with Borderline Personality (potentially ADD and OCD but we’ve yet to explore those in full) and my view is heavily influenced on my own experiences with mental health. This is also not a “oh we should give all bad people a chance” post this is on Dexter specifically thanks *

Before I started my rewatch I was always on how Dexter frequently expresses that he has no emotions or does not have the typical range someone who’s “normal” would. He often thinks on emotionally difficult situations as trivial and he cannot put himself in someone else’s shoes. But he is not void of emotions. He very clearly cares for Debra, Rita, and his children. When Brian is a threat to Deb’s life he is incredibly protective of her, when he’s forced to kill Brian it so visibly upsets him, going through therapy and coincidentally unlocking painful memories, Brian’s death leading to a nervousness that hurts his ability to kill, the pain of losing Rita and his son being left the same way he was as a child, etc etc

Now you might say hey these are all negative emotions but there’s plenty of examples of positive as well. Anytime he receives closure and is put at ease, endorphins released from his addiction to killing, spending any time with his children (I fully believe its not an “act” especially the longer he’s with them), feeling like someone sees and understands him for who he is and accepts him despite all his flaws (the absolute most painful imo), etc etc

A lot of these examples come from the first season alone (also that I’ve seen twice, I’ll update perhaps as I continue) where he has so much potential for healing that I believe gets ripped from him more and more as the show goes on.

It is my firm belief that Harry groomed Dexter to be a serial killer and enabled his negative state of mind therefore ruining any chance at healing from trauma and dealing with a clear neurodivergency he exhibited for whatever sick sort of fantasy he had and could act out through his adopted son. And it pisses me off to no fucking end.

Constantly we are fed as a core foundation of the show and main character that Harry Morgan is who “helped” Dexter live the life of a serial killer. He taught him how to get away with numerous murders, how to avoid police suspicion, how to channel his desires, how to dispose of a body, and most importantly how to fake being like everyone else. He didn’t give Dexter a true chance. You don’t look at a damn child who kills an animal and think “oh he’s gonna be like that for forever so let’s either get rid of him or teach him how to do it safely” (but if you do- fuck you dude), no, that’s a CHILD and in Harry’s case one he KNEW came from a horribly traumatic background. You see a child clearly struggling and you help them. You don’t look at them and tell them that everything they have ever done wrong is part of an evil they will never be rid of.

Dexter looked up to Harry. Dexter and Deb both saw Harry, as most children do their parents, as some super being who knows all and could never do wrong. So when an idol looks at you and tells you for so many years that you are a monster and there is no cure to this darkness inside of you? You believe them. It becomes your identity. Because surely they know everything so why would they be wrong? Why would you question it? You go along with what they say to do and the only relief you get from your trauma is the destructive way you are taught to express it. In Dexter’s case that is taking a life. It doesn’t help that Harry hid so much from him. It doesn’t help that he made Dexter feel as if he was alone instead of getting him proper help and not taking advice from a gosh damned therapist that also grooms children into being serial killers.

Get him into taxidermy or even encourage bloodwork from an earlier age, teach him to be a coroner or mortician or euthanasia tech. Get him someone to listen to how he feels if you can’t do it yourself so he feels heard and seen so he doesn’t grow up thinking that his problems are terrifying so he must bottle them up because no one can handle them. Dexter spends so much time feeling so alone when all he needed for years was someone to just listen to him and not be afraid. And it’s honestly so damn sad as someone who spent so long feeling similarly.

I mentioned I have borderline personality and while I don’t often experience the rage commonly associated with it I do heavily experience depression and anxiety frequently as a result of struggling to understand my connections with others. Similar to Dexter I encounter hardships with empathy and I constantly second guess my relationships with everyone to the point it was so bad in junior high and high school that I began to believe that no one would ever understand me and I would need to keep my thoughts bottled up. I struggled with intrusive thoughts that ranged from self harm to sexual whether it was of me or of others. I find dead things and anatomy fascinating as well as how graphic deaths can occur interesting. I’m not phased by certain things people deem so morbid. Until I got therapy to accept myself and my interests and understand that I am not my thoughts I felt crazy and weird and like I was a square block in a puzzle box. So it is heartbreaking to see Dexter treated like a monster.

I love how New Blood went and I love that Dexter died. I don’t believe as much as I feel bad for him that he “deserved” any sort of happier ending in fact I feel like it fit the story very well. And I above all absolutely loved that Harrison broke the cycle. The show to me overall is terribly tragic and it’s difficult to watch at points because of the statements i have made. But I do love it. It’s very entertaining. Very thought provoking.

And to those who find themself in similar thought patterns to myself or even relating to Dexter as I do- you are not your thoughts. You are not too far gone and you are not any sort of monster for thinking those things. You are cared for you are loved you are seen you are not alone.

[dragonairice]

16 + jeremy heere :)

Oh my gosh you’re a genius.

Jeremy blinked. Then blinked again. The image in the bathroom mirror didn't change. At first he didn’t even notice anything was wrong, until he took a closer look and realised his reflection was taller than him, that it was wearing a cardigan he hadn't touched in weeks, and its hair was messy in a way the Squip would never allow. The reflection blinked - and wasn't that a weird sight - it tilted it’s head slightly in way that reminded Jeremy of a confused puppy; something he very much didn't do. 

“Is this a Squip thing?” he asked after a moment of silence, no other explanation could make sense of this weird hallucination. The reflection pursed its lips, staying quiet. It scanned him up and down, eyes roving from his styled hair to the form-fitting shirt it lacked. It looked back at him, head tilted down slightly to make direct eye contact. “You still have the Squip?” It asked. 

Jeremy suppressed a flinch when his reflection spoke back with his voice, he had been expecting it, sure, but that didn't make it any less weird. Instead, he stood up straighter, puffing out his chest like he was instructed to “Yes” he answered.

The reflection looked crestfallen, which didn't make any sense. It took a deep breath, clenching and unclenching its fists - something Jeremy wasn't allowed to do anymore, and let it out in a heavy sigh. “Look” it said “You’re not going to believe me- I know because I wouldn't believe me, but I’m you. I’m Jeremy Heere, a couple of months in the future”.    

Jeremy blinked. Then blinked again. Then he laughed “You expect me to believe that?” he asked incredulously “Dude, I know my brain is weird but this is just insane”. 

The reflection made a frustrated noise “It’s true!” it insisted “I’m you- just - look, ask me a question only you would know the answer to”. 

Jeremy crossed his arms smugly “Trick question” he said haughtily “You’re from my brain, so anything I know-”.

“I automatically know too” the reflection finished with a smug expression “Isn't that what you were going to say?”. 

Jeremy scoffed, ignoring the seed of doubt that lodged in his throat “That’s barely proof” he deflected “If you’re really me in the future, then tell me if you’re dating Christine Canigula yet”. If by some chance this really was him in the future- the Squip had definitely succeeded by then, right?

The reflection’s lip twitched, like it was laughing at a joke he didn't understand. “I’m in a committed relationship if that’s what you’re asking” it said vaguely. 

Jeremy frowned “With Christine, right?” he pressed. The reflection smiled, saying nothing. 

The boy sighed, massaging his forehead aggressively “If this is my psyche trying to tell me something” he grumbled under his breath “You’re not being very clear about it”. 

The reflection laughed - that ugly wheezing sound that Jeremy detested. “I know you don’t believe it, but I am actually you from the future” it said softly. Jeremy looked up to see its mirthful smile had shifted to something more melancholic, something that looked disgustingly like pity “And there’s something I want to tell you so bad… but we’ve seen enough time travel movies to know that knowing the future changes it”. 

“If you’re from the future” Jeremy said haltingly, tendrils of doubt slowly climbing up his throat “How are you here?”. 

The reflection shrugged “Your guess is as good as mine, dude. I don’t remember this happening at all”. It looked him up and down again, frowning at his appearance (not that he could tell why considering he looked leagues better than the wanna-be in the mirror). It hummed contemplatively, giving him a sad smile.

He had officially had enough of this hallucination / fever dream / actual science-defying act of time travel. “I’m going to bed,” he announced. 

The reflection nodded “Okay. You do that”. Jeremy turned around, fully intending on forgetting this entire interaction. A voice called out for him just as his hand reached the bathroom doorknob “One more thing. Just some advice? Don't lose Michael”. 

Jeremy recoiled like he’d been slapped “What?” he demanded, whirling around to meet his reflection. Only, it looked normal. Styled hair, tight shirt, haunted expression-

God he looked like a mess, Squip would kill him for letting his appearance be so flawed. It was only then he noticed that the supercomputer hadn't said anything at all during that entire exchange. He shook his head, he was way too tired, he was going to bed. 

He didn’t think about it at all the next morning.

Also bonus:

[courtana]

I'm so glad you're saying the quiet part out loud game fandoms need to start gate keeping again because across the board all video game fandoms have seen a surge of garbage ooc content because the locals only engagement with it is a 3 second thirst cam on tik tok, then they apply the same ol leather dom daddy or uwu baby girl on the sexy white man of the moment rinse and repeat. Or they all come over here declare themselves king shitlord over a blorbo and pump out shittakes and headcanons that feed into an audience that's equally as uninformed or doesn't engage with the medium.

Meanwhile the folks who understand character and story nuances and have played or actually interacted with the games are left with surface level ooc BS to wade through so its very frustrating to see someone proudly admit they skipped out on something as character driven as Mgs and worse still that they have an audience consuming it.

Oh my gosh, yes, the damage that TikTok has done to these games is fucking horrific. They think if they watch 5 fan edits they can call themselves a fan, lol. Literally, they do not care about the games or the character's stories, despite what they say when they're defending themselves from gamers who call them out on their BS. They're just a bunch of brain-dead horny weirdos who invade fandom spaces, not to learn about the material but to force everyone to have to see their NSFW comments all the time (e.g., spamming the tags with smut and spamming people's gifs with their horny fantasies), but then don't produce anything else. No character analysis posts, no meta posts, no actual critiques of the gameplay/structure. Just smut and brain-dead bullshit. And when I say character analysis posts, I mean like actually dissecting the character, not just a fucking screenshot of fandom wiki and people going "uwu guys I didn't know this!" even though it was mentioned in the first 5 minutes of the campaign that they didn't play and/or watch. And then they think they're an authority on the game or a major name in the fandom, or that they even have an equal footing in this fandom, just because they have a couple of gross TikToks w/ a sped up song about some white dude bookmarked.

And yup! I haven't played MGS, but any one who has played video games for more than 2 weeks and has been a part of the subculture can tell you how historically and culturally important that game series is for all video games. And then they're like, not bothering to even play the games or understand the character lore. Just write smut about another blorbo you actually know nothing about and you're too lazy to learn about! Fucking pathetic. And the fact that we have to deal with it all the time, too, like you said? Fucking annoying.

It's also such an insult to the game developers who work countless hours on the games they claim they don't care about, but they're still writing pages upon pages of unrealistic porn about these developers' IP. Like, come on.

[minaminokyoko]

I'm here for Nike as their ship name. It's funny and cute!

Also, what was your favourite scene of them?

Bwahahahaha! Yes! Alright, we're gonna call it Nike from now on!

It's hard to choose one! Um, lemme see...him waking up and telling her to fuck off had me dying. Because I'm a nuance person, right? I love if a movie--even one that I consider as frustrating as this one--knows the beats and quirks of its characters and shows me that they have a unique relationship, whether that's platonic or romantic, and that scene was so telling. It was telling in that Tyler is still Tyler even after his brush with death and Nik is his touchstone. He only shows softness and vulnerability when he's near her. He knows she's his safe place and she knows he understands her and cares for her just as much. I loved getting to see them together the whole movie through this time around. People will argue whether it's platonic or romantic love until they are blue in the face, but either way it is VERY clear they both love each other.

Him catching her before she fell off the building is another scene where I was wiggling and giggling like a maniac in my seat. Dude. Bro went off hard. He risked everything for her. He was not gonna drop her. Either they were both gonna die or no one did and that's some serious devotion and love right there too. Especially after my man got shot in the fucking hand and STILL wouldn't let her go. And extra kudos for Nik waking up and saving them both like the fucking badass she is. Gosh, their entire dynamic in this movie is the shit I get out of bed for. I LOVE two completely badass people who have an unspoken thing for each other but their actions speak much louder than all the shit they don't say to each other.

And lastly, props to the way they filmed him comforting her. He says nothing and just leans into her. Wow. Man. That's love, y'all. That's what it looks like. I mean, I would've liked him to have said something, but the touch was enough. It really conveyed that they've been through hell together and they are the other half of each other's soul, whether you argue platonic or romantic.

tl;dr--my three faves are him waking up, him catching her before she fell off the roof, and him comforting her. But last mention goes to "I'm not leaving her behind." YESSSSSSS MOTHERFUCKER YESSSSSSS OH HE LOVES THAT WOMAN TO DEATH.

Thank you for allowing me to fangirl like a dumbass. xD

[invisiblegarters]

Hidden Agenda Ep 4

Even though no one will see this because tumblr still hates me and support is ignoring me, I am determined to keep going for my own sake.

I am really annoyed though, at this point. So that will probably creep in. Apologies beforehand if anyone does actually stumble upon this. I am not good at dealing with frustration, and this whole thing is like trying to interact with people through a two way mirror. I can see you but you can't see me, and it doesn't matter how much I wave or try to get your attention, it just doesn't happen. I hate it.

Anyway. Moving on.

HAHAHA oh I love the only one bed trope.

Aw he's a regular. That's cute.

"Why did you want to come with me?" Zo. Seriously. ZO.

"You are my dear student" are you fucking kidding me with this.

AOU. I mean, JENG. Yaaaay! HI, hi, hi! Does that mean a wild Boom - I mean, Pok - will soon appear?

Yes. Yes it does. Pfft and everyone thought that they were a secret couple. Apparently not so much, I'm dying.

Why the dramatic music? I am so confused. Is Pok using my darling to try to make Zo jealous? Because if so I will be irritated. Or is Zo just pissy because now there are three whole people on his trip with him?

Liveblogging is so stressful I should stop (I won't stop).

Gonna say I feel like Zo is probably just bothered Pok didn't trust him enough to tell him about Jeng.

And yep. There it is. He's just hurt that he found out by accident. My dude, sometimes it's not about you. Although I do get him feeling awkward about the way he found out.

Ah, it's about Nita. Well, you did drag her to the library under false pretenses and then read her a myth that had nothing to do with the help you said you needed and got weird about it. I'm on Team Nita in that interaction, Zo.

Although as an overanalytical person myself I do deeply understand the way Zo has gotten into his head here. And okay I probably just have The Eclipse on the brain (when don't I, really) but this is so very soft!Akk & Aye coded, lol. Zo is the over analytical one who cares way too much about other people and Joke is the one who cares about himself and his people and thinks that Zo should focus more on himself.

Ha so Joke is afraid of heights. I would love to walk on a glass floor like this. I've done so other places and it is a trip. I love it. But I have never had a height thing so that probably helps.

Aw yes Zo get handsy while helping Joke with his fear. We like that. Him physically stopping Joke from looking down...we love to see it.

Oh they are cute on their little date. Zo better cotton on to the fact that it's a date soon. We already know he's now aware of his own attraction and Joke...is not subtle.

No I want to know what a boomerang is too. I am not hip with the social media stuff and this is the second time I have heard this boomerang thing.

I am going to have to google it aren't I?

Aw, Zo. Okay I'm really warming up to him this ep. And I have said it before, but I think that Dunk has really improved. He lost a lot of the little quirks that drove me nuts in SIMM and he's way more natural here, less stiff and like he isn't sure where to move his limbs at any given moment.

Oh my gosh this phone thing is too much for me. It's cute but aaah no too much.

My gosh this dude is so smitten please someone put him out of his misery. It's up to you, Zo.

Ah okay so it is a hidden relationship, just not from friends. I'm guessing family stuff? Does that mean it'll rear its head with Joke too? Will that be our central conflict (if we have one)?

This is making me hungry. I really need to make something to eat before watching these shows.

Hahaha oh Zo. Honey.

Ah, so it's that he doesn't want to be picked on by his straight friends. Man, this is so different from Max I kind of love it. And I really hope that they talk because this kind of thing can break a relationship. I have said this before but it doesn't matter how much you love each other, if one person wants to be out and another can't or won't be, it can easily breed resentment that will slowly strangle the relationship.

Oh no I see a guitar.

Please don't sing, please don't sing, please don't sing.

"Expressing your feelings doesn't make you weak" - louder for the people in the back, please.

Don't sing! Don't you do it! Don't you -

Sigh.

Oh at least the second bit was clearly done via studio. Raw singing is usually just not that great. Literally only Gawin has pulled it off recently.

So are they gonna kiss or not this ep, we think? It's not mid series, that will be next ep, so I'm guessing either it cuts out before their lips meet or they get interrupted.

Then again.

Haha but now Zo's gonna go into panic and avoidance mode. Well that's abut what we all expected, I think.

Still cute.

[babu-haitani]

Hello! May i request Toman reaction when they meet Baji girlfriend for the first time? The girlfriend is a beautiful, graceful, polite, calm ladylike girl who never swear and dislike physical violence but understand that sometime violence is necessary. Sometime chided her boyfriend for using vulgar language, but understand that its hard to change habits. Complete with a lady hairdo and that beautiful white, elegant, lady dress. Smart too. Basically the girlfriend is an epitome or quite the definition of a lady.

I don't know if I got this request right and I don't know If I managed to get Y/N in character but I still hope I got your request right...somehow? ENJOY!!!!

The 'Difference' (Tokyo Revengers)

Genre: Fluff, Crack

Pairings: Baji x FEM! S/O ft. Toman Founders

"So...you're telling us, you have a girlfriend?" Draken asked the raven-haired boy in utter disbelief, Baji nodded his head profusely.

"YES! Why can't you guys just fucking believe me already!" Baji yelled in frustration, Mitsuya just let out a low chuckle before patting Baji in the shoulders.

"We kinda just find it hard to believe that you manage to get a girl before Draken ad he has Emma swooning over him" Kazutora spoke in between soft laughter.

"You know what? Fuck you---"

"BAJI KEISUKE!" Baji quickly turned around, his friends doing the same. They were all greeted by a beautiful woman who wore a pretty white dress, Skin that looks soft and white as snow, eyelashes were visible because of its really dark color and long length. She was beautiful and beside her were two men in black suits but despite being surrounded by two eye-catching men, she would still be able to steal everyone's glances.

"Y-Y/N!...Babe..." Baji called out, his friends turned to Baji with wide eyes.

"BABE?!" They all yelled in unison, you walked towards all of them. Gosh, even your walk was so graceful and beautiful.

You looked up at Baji and glared at him before reaching up to pull on his ear.

"What did I say about you cussing? I already approved of you using violence and here I'am hearing you cuss out your friends? That's impolite!" You scolded Baji as he was squirming to let you let go of his ear, you let go of him and placed both your arms in front of you in a polite manner.

"'m sorry babe, I can't help it! these dudes are pissin' me off!" Baji whined, you sighed and turned to look at his friends.

"I'll let you off this time, Kei..." You scowled at your boyfriend who just stared at you with a toothy grin while holding a peace sign, you sighed once more and smiled softly.

"Are you not gonna introduce me to your friends?" You asked, Baji quickly stiffened and smiled nervously.

"Right! sorry, totally forgot they were here" Baji explained as he lets out a soft chuckle.

As Baji was chuckling nervously, he was quickly pushed away by Mikey to which the raven-haired boy growled in annoyance.

"Wow...Are you really dating him?" Mikey bluntly asked you, Draken quickly swooped in and carried the small boy.

"Sorry for his impoliteness" Draken apologized, You let out a chuckle. Everyone (including your boyfriend) was frozen and stared at you, thinking of how cute you are when laughing.

"Do not worry, I got asked the same question by Kei's Mom and to answer your question. Yes, I'm dating him" You replied politely, Pah Chin quickly pushed Draken and Mikey away.

"Why? I'm stupid and don't know a single thing but I'm damn well sure that I wouldn't date this guy If I were polite and beautiful women" Pah chin spoke as he pointed to Baji.

"You fucke---"

"Baji Keisuke!" You called out to Baji who quickly stared at you in disbelief.

"They can cuss but I can't?!" Baji dramatically spoke, swaying his arms like a Damsel in Distress.

"You're my lover not them, I care about you that's why I tell you to no cuss. It's not that you're prohibited, just try to lessen that kind of habit" You explained, a soft smile plastered on your face. Baji quickly softened.

"Regarding, Sir...?" You asked as you looked at Pah Chin with questioning eyes, signaling him to tell his name.

"It's Haruki but call me Pah Chin and minus the sir" Pah replied, you nodded and then smiled.

"Regarding Pah Chin's question on why I dated Baji, I don't know the answer myself too. All I know is that I fell in love because of his goofy and unbelievable traits" You explained, Baji then lets out fake sobs.

"You fell in love..." Baji Whined as he walked towards you and hugged you, you just smiled and hugged him back.

"Are you sure this dude, didn't pay you? did he threaten to burn your house? Blink multiple times if he did" Kazutora spoke worriedly as he pushed Baji off of you, you laughed lightly and frantically waved your hand to a no.

"No, he didn't...In fact, If I remember correctly, I was the one who demanded Kei to date me. It was not lady-like but I can't help it, He was quite unique..." You lovingly spoke as you played with your fingers while you shyly looked down at the sudden memory of you yelling from the top of your lungs and yelling how you fell in love with Baji Keisuke and even started cursing because he was being dense about your feelings. Mitsuya then let out a soft laugh.

"Alright, We still have somewhere to go..." Mitsuya spoke, Baji quirked at what Mitsuya said and looked at him confused.

"We do?" Baji asked, Draken slapped Baji behind his head and whispered but it was too low for you to even hear what he said. Baji then blushed and did a thumbs up.

The other boys just stared at them confused but later on were pushed by Draken and Mitsuya while saying their goodbyes to you and Baji.

As soon as they were out of view, Baji quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and placed soft kisses on your jawline.

"I lkie you Baji Keisuke, fucking date me! If you won't then at least try! I can also try and commit arson along with you!" Baji mimicked your confession to him, you lightly smacked him on the shoulders to which he just laughed.

"I love you, Y/N...you know that right?" Baji exclaimed, you nodded as you gave him soft kisses on his cheeks.

"I know and I love you too..." You cooed at him as you held his hands that were placed on top of your stomach. He let out a soft chuckle as he buried his face on the crook of your neck.

"hmmm...wanna go get some Peyoung?" You asked, Baji quickly jolted back up and stood up straight.

"YES PLEASE!!" He yelled happily, you hummed in agreement.

The two of you then hurried to go back to his home and ate Peyoung while watching some Movies.

BONUS:

After the boys left the two of you alone, they didn't actually leave but hid behind some bushes and eyed you both being all mushy and sweet. "That's gross..." Mikey said Kazutora agreed with him. "Who kisses someone on their Jaw? he could've just kissed her on the lips but then again who am I to judge when I know nothing" Pah exclaimed. "It's an endearment and besides...Baji seems to know what he's doing and I'm sure he'll take care of Y/N" Mitsuya spoke, Draken hummed; agreeing to what the lilac-haired boy said. The other boys just continued on watching while letting out gagging noises as soon as they all heard him say 'I love you's. "Gross..." Kazutora spoke.

[actualbird]

wahhhh zak i just read ur poly hc / artem dickdown post and im screaming hollering crying about it. he. he is so. //chefskiss. but im also just lmaoing abt vyn and marius (the Most Contentious) being down to clown before everybody else bc its like. yeah obviously theyre close enough to be in a relationship w 3 other people so theyre In Like Or Whatever but the idea of these 2 specifically talking about feelings is. almost incomprehensible to me theres almost no way they can lay off each other without a 3rd party to mediate they must have like. a couple weeks of really good but incredibly repressed and funny but like RUDE sex before mc gets in there at which point theyre both like. //clears throat mlady would you like to sit on my face- NO NO, i INSIST that you sit on MY (neither of them has seen pussy in 84 years)

-🦝

irt nxx polycule monumental sexual frustration boogaloo, n/s//f///w text below

huwwo, raccoon!! im glad u enjoyed that post and yes, artem is very much. He is So.

kbjJKBSJBGKDGKSJ U R RIGHT THO LMAO.

i picked marius and vyn to whore it up immediately because like, their personalities fit for that, theyve been whoring it up since the beginning in gosh dang canon. so the moment the polycule is established, those two r fucking as soon as possible.

buuuut marius/vyn is probably the nxx pair ive thought about and written the LEAST. like, i understand these dudes when theyre platonic, but when theyre romantic it....gets a bit hazy in my mind. like yep yep, exactly, SO FUCKING CONTENTIOUS, THE TWO OF THEM. thanks to both of their whole "the world is cruel and i must protect myself from pain" shtick, theyre always either on the offensive or defensive. which makes for the hilarious bitchfights we see in canon but also a pretty sizeable hurdle to jump over, irt to a deeper relationship.

i guess them being romantic (and thus talking about feelings) would just have to follow along the vein of how ive written marius and vyn platonically. first, the bedrock of respect. then getting to know the other's flaws/dreams/hidden feelings. and also they find each other hot. and want to bang about it.

i love ur hc so much tho and IT MAKES SENSE. like even after the nxx polycule is established, marius and vyn, even tho they love each other dearly, still have the tendency to revert to the bitchery of days gone past. it's fun! it's nostalgic!

.......and sometimes it's sexy!!

THEY GET SO RUDE AT EACH UR RIGHT. it's not even like, a degradation kink (tho i do think both marius and vyn DO have that, but it's not whats happening here). theyre both just snappy assholes (affectionate) towards the other and it makes both of them happy to see the other person happy, even if it's at their own fucking expense kJBJSKG

mc, walking into this disaster: YOU TWO FUCK LIKE THIS??

KJBKJSDKGSDKGKDS NEITHER OF THEM HAVE SEEN PUSSY IN 84 YEARS!!! SCREAM!!!! mc can deffo use that to her advantage, methinks.

mc: boys, behave and stop being mean to each other for five minutes, or else neither of u are gonna get a chance to eat me out >:(

marius and vyn: //suddenly they are angels

[xiaoguiheyu]

I have so much to say about this chapter!!! I'll never shut up about it!!! I love this chapter!! Okay!!! It's the best!!

102. Only I know you best!!!

And he yu, you do. And he has given you that privilege, trust me buddy it's a big deal for xqc. And tbh he yu knows and that's why his cherish and respect phase lasted for as long as did because he knows how big deal it was for xqc to let him know this stuff!!!

Okay enough now we discuss what happens in this "phenomenal" Chapter!!

First off He yu just called Li Ruoqiu aunt!!! Omg this kid is hilarious. He is too petty.

Xqc is drinking and smoking after his brief encounter with his ex-wife he seems unsettled. He was affected by her cheating on him. Xie xue took li Ruoqiu to a hotel and he yu visits him.

Xqc doesn't want he yu to see him like this, more exposed and more vulnerable. He's already shown him too much and xqc wants to put walls. So many that he hits he yu with a lamp when they start arguing about li Ruoqiu. And when xie qingcheng tries to say that he deserved getting cheated on. He yu finally loses and kisses to shut him up and xie qingcheng hits him again in the same spot and this kid is bleeding from his head but he won't give up, he wants xie qingcheng and he starts giving him a head. Xqc can't believe that he yu was actually sucking him off and he is turned on but tries to stop he yu but he yu is stubborn as hell.

Ngl this part hurt. Poor baby he got rejected so many times.

Xqc not letting He yu see his face when he came because he didn't wanna be even more vulnerable in front of He Yu.

Then this long ass chapter continues for 10k smut!!! Which is all very delicious!!! I want to comment on each and every fucking line of this chapter. Unfortunately I don't have that much time 😭😭😭

But key points are he Yu's breeding kink. Oh gosh meatbun wasn't kidding when she said Haitang version alpha he yu would give xqc 18 kids. His breeding kink is seriously no joke!!! Lmao

This gem!!! Lmao. I can't with this kid!!!

And then he yu saying that he will get xie qingcheng pregnant because he has more money than xie qingcheng and he can support xie qingcheng!!! My lungs!!!

Experienced, skilled and handsome man!!

And Xqc taking initiative. First to kiss he yu!!! And then to ride he yu when He yu edged him. Xqc feeling good!!! He lost himself. He lost control. Its all because things have changed between them after the titanic arc!!! Also being hurt about li Ruoqiu's sudden appearance. Love irritated, frustrated and horny xqc!! Xie ge has the potential to be very horny too. I can totally see it.

Also this with he yu xie qingcheng feels like he is needed and not a spare tire. Not a replacement but truly needed him.

He yu saying he can be better to xie qingcheng than Li Ruoqiu's ever been to him. Omg!!

Also I loved the part He Yu said that xie qingcheng house is too small and can only fit one person and that person should be him. I swear, are you realising what you said!!! You love him dude! Just realise it already.

He Yu addressed xie qingcheng as his wife while fucking him!!! *falls to the ground and died*

Despite everything xqc says and no matter how parental and manly he is, he likes being topped for sure. Xqc himself can't convince me that he doesn't because he loved being topped! I totally understand what he yu means when he tells xqc that he was meant to bottom.

I find it endearing that He yu loves it when xqc scolds him. *he's so whipped, it's embarrassing that he hasn't realised it yet.*

He yu kissed his tears omg!!!

But loved how he yu overstimulated and made xqc feel good all night till he passed out!!! Because he yu went all out kept his promise to fuck xie qingcheng all night from the bed to the bench to the shower then back to bed till xqc passed out!!!

I love everything about this chapter just everything!!! Like so good! I've read it so many times!!!

He Yu's Jealousy towards Li Ruoqiu and his unrealised feelings for xie qingcheng made him break his promise to xie qingcheng. He yu is very impulsive. Well xqc broke too and even he was really impulsive too.

Also He Yu's stamina is no joke!! Lord have mercy on xqc's ass!!!

Ngl! This entire chapter serves as a serotonin for me !!!

Somethings he yu said that basically killed me !!

When He Yu said he couldn't live without xqc while fucking him. (Omg you do know that this a confession right.)

He yu also saying that he wants to live xqc forever and fuck him forever! (This too)

Loved it when he yu was trying to compile a list of reasons why he was better for xqc than Li Ruoqiu! This was so funny.

At this point He yu has already married xqc in his head!

[azroazizah]

Would you kindly give us a ranking of the soul eater arcs from 1/10 based on your opinions?

Ooooookay I’ll say first that I’m extremely picky wwwwww but here we go:

Prologues Arc : 6/10. I give this high ranking despite its messiness bc they’re the episodes that set the whole vibe. The ones that enchanted people to follow the series ✨ also kudos to Bones for cutting all the yucky bits out of the anime

Remedial Lessons Arc : 6/10. Also high bc this is the bit where I first see Soul’s fierce protective side. Loyalty always got me weak 🔥 Again kudos to Bones for cutting out Ohkubo’s gross jokes.

Demon Sword Arc : 8/10. Shit’s happening dude! Nuff said.

Uncanny Sword Arct : 9/10. Tsubaki’s characterization was... astounding. The analogy of Tsubaki as camellia flower?? 10/10. We could see how deep, complex, sad, and grey her character were. Absolutely interesting. I have no objection with this arc.

The Experiment Arc : 6/10. I like it bc it’s the first time we see Maka’s internal issues.

Black Dragon Arc : 3/10. Funny, but not interesting for me. And I personally find the Flying Dutchman more annoying than Excalibur.

A Fight to the Death at the Anniversary Celebration Arc : 8/10. Daaaaaamn the first actual creepy thing happening. True Shit™️. Stein/Spirit vs Medusa is one of my fave fights here, I love how they gave absolutely no fuck 👌

Trial Enrollment Arc : 5/10. If Arachne and Giriko weren’t introduced, I would give this arc 2/10. Apparently, this supposed to be Crona’s ‘redemption arc’ or whatever, but it failed its purpose. You just can’t bring a former enemy who had nearly killed two of your students into your school without proper surveillance. Especially when you know they’re dangerous and unstable. Showering them with unconditional love and support is not the realistic way to turn a former antagonist into the good side. it’s lazy writing.

The Bodyguard Arc : 5/10. I like it bc we got to see Star’s brotherly side and how he was slowly spiraling down into restlessness and hunger of power

Reunion Express Arc : 4/10. Another failed attempt at redemption, I was like... meh... when I saw Crona betray Shibusen, bc honestly they hadn’t even gotten a proper redemption in the first place. Plus there’s Flying Dutchman again.The thing that salvaged this arc for me was Star’s inner struggle and the start of the madness.

"BREW" - The Tempest Arc : 5/10. idk if it’s just me, but I’m not that into the whole BREW thing, honestly. The glimpses of the past were certainly interesting, but it’s just not that appealing to me. maybe bc I’ve never actually get what the hell BREW was and just heard the characters comment on its magnificent power over and over again without giving an actual explanation of why it was so powerful. But hey, we got more B Team screentime and Soul’s first time playing his soul piano!

Internal Investigation Arc : 5/10. I wish we get more of BJ. For his and Marie’s story to end like that was just.... sad. And again, I love Star’s descent to madness and how Kid managed to--literally--punch some senses into him.

The Clown Arc : 10/10. I don’t have any particular objection for this arc. Simply the best. Not only as a SoMa shipper, but also how Blair tagged along with them. Maybe it’s just me, but I think she did that bc she was worried for her kittens. She’s sticking more onto them after the madness ‘changed’ and started to turn into physical threats. Best Mama Kat 👌

Operation Capture Baba Yaga Castle Arc : 8/10. Ok, I love a LOT of things about this arc, especially the ART, GOSH. But I also don’t like a few things, hence no full score. Like how Star killed Mif or how Arachne just... died like that.... that felt like a waste of characters.

Grigori Arc : 5/10. I HAVE A BIG DILEMMA ABOUT THIS ARC OKAY? In one side, I love how SoMa it is and how badass the Spartoi were, but really, how could Ohkubo just abandon the whole concept of Maka’s Anti Demon Wavelength and just replaced it with pretty angel wings I mean COME ON!!! If you want to make Maka the ultimate target wouldn’t it make more sense for her to be hunted because she has a wavelength that could outright PURIFY the madness instead of her ‘perception skills’??? A skill that was shared by MANY other meisters???? If she has the strongest ADW she would naturally be the ultimate weapon to defeat the kishin oH COME ON THAT IS A VERY PROMISING CONCEPT WHY WOULD YOU GIVE IT TO HER IN THE FIRST PLACE IF YOU’RE NOT GONNA FCKING COMMIT TO IT, OHKUBO??? This is probably the arc that frustrates me the most.

The Witch's Research Arc : 8/10. LOVE how Star got batshit crazy on Crona. THAT was a proper reaction when you see a person who had betrayed your best friend despite having been given the utmost kindness. also KILIK AND THE THOMPSONS FCK YEAH 🔥🔥🔥

Business Lunch Arc : 2/10. I hate how they treated Marie. This arc was very sexist and had a very poor taste on jokes. Also everyone was a horrible adult for partying when a child was in the enemy’s hands. The only uplifting thing about this arc for me was this...

Salvage Arc : 8/10. I also have a big dilemma about this one...... I love it. As in LOVE it. It’s SoMa’s Holy Grail. But... again... I can’t give it perfect score. The tasteless sexist jokes.... and how they just brushed the THOMPSON SISTERS ASIDE????? I understand that Ohkubo wanted Star vs Kid, but that’s just not how you do it, man... They’re Kid’s weapons! Partners! They were dying to see him! They SHOULD GO FERAL TO SAVE HIM!!

Mad Blood Arc : 9/10. THIS. SOUL’S FCKIN GROWTH. MY BABY. ALL GROWN UP. AND HE DID IT BY HIMSELF! My side note for this arc is I wished it was where Star or their other’s friends to snap and slap the actual severity of Soul’s condition to Maka. I wanted it to be her turning point on how to see around her more clearly, that there’s people, not just strangers in another country, but also HER PARTNER, who were suffering because of Crona’s descent to madness.

Hunt Arc : 4/10. I.... don’t like that the kids just blindly follow Maka around without question. That’s just.... urgh... not healthy

War on the Moon Arc [the whole of it]: 7/10. Sooooo many things were happening, I love a lot of things, but also dislikes a lot of things. I DEMAND A DEEPER SPIRIT/MAKA SCENE, ALSO A SPIRIT/SOUL SCENE BEFORE SPIRIT WENT TO THE MOON! FAMILYYYYYYYY!!!!

Dark Side of the Moon Arc : Hrrnggghhhh do I have to rate thissss ghfjjhg.... ok 7/10. THIS IS THE ARC WITH THE BIGGEST DILEMMA! I’VE NEVER SEEN AN ENDING SO PERFECT YET SO FLAWED I AM STILL ANGRY!!!! I ALSO DEMAND A PROPER ALBARN FAMILY REUNION DAMMIT!!!!

Hrrrrgh.... that’s it I guess.... thank you for asking wwwww

[brave-clarice]

“Clarice” Liveblog: Episode 1

Here are my extremely unfashionably late takes! They’re long, so strap in if you want.

okay, I genuinely thought the scenes in Gumb’s basement were ripped from the film for a second. extremely well done.

I both appreciate that they’re acknowledging the Bureau-mandated psych eval Clarice would have to go through (not sure she’d have to have another one a year later?)...

...but I sure wish they hadn’t chosen to open this show in a therapy-like session. it’s going to be subject to enough NBC comparisons as it is.

gosh, Rebecca Breeds is so pretty, and in the same almost, idk, elfin kind of way Jodie Foster is.

“Bride of Frankenstein”! a novel reference! and a Hannibal Lecter reference even though they can’t use his name! I’m excited

I was afraid of this part, though--everyone’s going to call her “Clarice” aren’t they?

it’s very significant that in the books, Hannibal is virtually alone in using her first name to address her; even Ardelia calls her “Starling.” but of course this series chose “Clarice” as its title, so...

“the checkout lady at the Safeway asked me to autograph a melon” omg

so Clarice has supposedly been “mandated” to see an FBI therapist for an entire year? hmm.

tbh, this feels kind of like a proxy for Hannibal’s scenes in the movie, especially with the therapist calling her “Clarice.” not sure if I dig it.

“...given that your last therapist was an inmate” Hannibal reference #2!

they’re explicitly talking about Hannibal without being able to name him and it’s hilarious, frustrating, and immensely satisfying all at once.

there’s no way to avoid talking about him altogether without being disingenuous to Clarice’s eventual character arc, so I’m glad they’re ripping off the band-aid early

“you let that relationship be intimate”  Yeah, Clarice and Hannibal’s relationship IS intimate and YOU! SHOULD! SAY IT!!!

it’s kind of ridiculous for this guy/the show not to acknowledge that little trainee Clarice was sent to see Hannibal by someone who should’ve known better. That Crawford was doing it with the intention to save lives doesn’t mean he didn’t use the shit out of Clarice.

that’s not to take away her agency or minimize the choices she made after she met Hannibal. She wouldn’t have been in a position to make those choices if Crawford hadn’t arranged it, though.

even if they don’t have the rights to Crawford’s name, either (I have to assume that’s the case) couldn’t they at least mention this??

“hasn’t seen her own family in years” Are they actually going to address Clarice’s maybe-dead-maybe-not mother (depending on the canon they adopt, book or film) and possible siblings??? Please tell me they are!

Clarice’s “egregious” PTSD doesn’t have much to do with Buffalo Bill ofc, and this therapist seems to be making excuses to be the first in a long line of men getting in the way of Clarice’s career goals...

...which she recognizes and confronts him about. Call him out!!!

*Anthony Hopkins voice* That’s my girl.

the way she’s been written in this scene gives me a lot of hope going forward! she’s funny, she doesn’t take any sexist bullshit, she’s calm and polite but you get a glimpse of the rage underneath. 

wow, they promoted Senator Martin to Attorney General!

the opening credits (if you can even call them that) are a let-down, though

she has her beads!

can anyone who’s not Hannibal please stop calling her Clarice

wonder if they’re going to touch on any of the extreme tension that existed between Senator Martin and Clarice in the novel? they didn’t interact in the movie, but in the book, Martin is under intense stress, and it doesn’t go smoothly.

of course in “Hannibal,” Martin invites her to “ride horses,” so they obviously reconciled after Catherine’s rescue and kept in some kind of touch.

and speak of the devil: horses! (and Catherine)

“I can’t have a reputation, I’ve only done it once” Thank you for being the voice of reason, Clarice.

“Paul Krendler” *ugly screaming commences*

“you don’t have any people, Clarice” Aaand that’s the plot of the Hannibal novel!

looks like they even gave her the ring Jodie’s Clarice wears!

oh yeah, this Krendler looks like a sumbitch if I ever saw one. No one will ever be as perfectly cast as the dude in Silence imo, but a much better fit than Ray Liotta. 

“small carat, but it’s a sweet ring” A very in-character observation probably directly informed by her comments about nail polish in Silence.

she mentions this victim’s nail polish (!) being “tasteful,” and I shrieked a little again.

I understand it’s necessary for Krendler to be a douche, but there’s not even going to be any payoff for the audience (or Clarice) when Hannibal eats him, so boo.

wait...wait, why aren’t Clarice and Ardelia in their Alexandria duplex? They’re not just best friends, they’re roommates! For the entire seven-year story! GIVE ME THE DUPLEX!!!

BUT points for Ardelia bringing Clarice a treat, since she was always leaving her candy bars in the Silence book!

Clarice interacting with the washer/dryer is a nice nod to the books, too.

speaking of... “What did we learn in the laundry room back at Quantico?” For some reason this line made me actually cry, I guess because this whole episode has been such a love letter to something I love so dearly, and it’s making me emotional.

FIRST PRINCIPLES!

DESPERATELY RANDOM!!!

wow, the men in Clarice’s new office giving her lotion as a hazing “welcome” gift is awful, and now I’m just mad (which is the point of the scene ofc).

so this ex-military OC is the John Brigham stand-in, I take it?

if that means John Brigham won’t be here, No Thanks.

Clarice telling him she’ll drive...a tribute to Dana “Why Do You Always Have to Drive?” Scully, perhaps (who was herself inspired by Clarice) as well as a nod to Clarice’s love of cars?

“Why do they call you the bride of Frankenstein?” Sorry, I don’t have the legal rights to tell you about my last intimate relationship.

“Already on my way to West Virginia Granny Witch” Look, this show could crash and burn from this scene on, and it would still have been worth it just for these first 25 minutes.

I like that Clarice is shown wanting to help people, and the scene of her with the baby is a nice call-back to the eventual shoot-out at the beginning of “Hannibal”...but I hope they don’t try to domesticate her too much. Clarice needs her hard edges. To be tough (reasonably so)--a cub growing into its big cat’s claws.

also, somehow I doubt that Miss Valedictorian spent her six years in the Lutheran home “changing a lot of diapers,” but sure, okay. If her siblings are alive in this, she might have changed their diapers!

even though Krendler’s a real dickwad so far, he’s not slimy enough for me. Needs more grease.

“I got a call from your therapist who’s concerned that you might genuinely flip out” I really do not like this subplot Sam-I-Am. Aren’t the huge glass ceiling/Boys’ Club obstacles enough?

seriously, though, I know Hannibal tells her that the metaphorical lambs will come back--at the end of Silence, though, she’s at some kind of temporary peace, not in danger of “flipping out” any time soon.

if Esquivel really is our Brigham stand-in, I’ve got...problems with that. He was Clarice’s teacher and became her friend, not some Krendler double-agent. (Also worried they’re setting him up as a love interest for her which...eesh, no thanks.)

and sorry, I actually hate that Catherine kept Precious the dog in this.

I have no problem with Catherine being a character, or with her interacting with Clarice...that said, I don’t know if her being shown as severely traumatized and reaching out to Clarice as a form of emotional lifeline is...a good idea?

I understand the symbolism of Catherine’s smashed mirror, but...smashed mirrors are already a Thing in this series (albeit not Clarice’s chapter in it), and that’s all I can think of here.

Catherine’s a victim of unthinkable trauma. Nevertheless...she’s talking to the woman who saved her life. Who risked death to do it. I just don’t like the way this scene is written. Apparently, in this show’s canon, Catherine hasn’t gotten the help she needs. But Clarice isn’t her therapist, and it’s upsetting to have Catherine being all “I’ll never be safe and neither will you.”

how does Catherine remember “the mannequins, the autopsy table”?? And why is she throwing them in Clarice’s face?

I’m going to stop talking about this scene now because it’s making me angry and a little upset, which is maybe the point? I just don’t think it’s written well. If Catherine’s going to be a recurring character, I hope she’s shown getting professional, medical help.

Clarice finding the victim’s papers in the box of pads is a direct callback to her finding the photos in the jewelry box in Silence. Nice.

let’s agree that Hannibal and Crawford are both in Ardelia’s (too-cutesy-for-me) book

another nice little X-Files homage?

I have some qualms about that big climax, but...meh. It was capital-F Fine.

Yikes, this is a full week late. Thanks for reading this entirely-too-long post through to the end, if you’re still here! 

To sum up my thoughts...

The Good: 

the visual connections to the Silence film (that green coat/blue knit scarf combo in particular)

Rebecca Breeds’ performance overall so far

Clarice’s strong writing/characterization

her sense of humor and her inclination to call out bullshit

maybe it was just me, but I also got a sense of Hannibal’s influence on her in some of her dialogue--her blunt observations--and I love it

Ardelia Mapp

the repeated in-your-face references to Hannibal Lecter

the respectful, non-exploitative way the victims were treated by the narrative.

let’s just say, not all Harris-inspired shows managed to do this. :)

the many, many allusions to the novel

“you let that relationship be INTIMATE” !!!

The Bad: 

the near-constant implication that all Clarice’s trauma stems from her experiences in Gumb’s basement

I just don’t understand this one...it’s not supported by the text imo

the “Clarice-is-a-psychological-loose-canon” subplot

almost everyone calling her “Clarice”

NO DUPLEX IN ALEXANDRIA! Boo!

Esquivel maybe replacing Brigham

the narrative choices they’ve made surrounding Catherine so far.

Seriously: please let Catherine seek/get help instead of screaming “HELP ME” at Clarice, who after all risked her own life to save Catherine’s, over the phone.

The Ugly: Paul Krendler, lol. Confession time: I also don’t care for the way they’ve styled her hair. Not sure why it bugs me, it just...does.

Overall, I’m thrilled to death with this. I was so afraid it would be disappointing, so even if it’s not a five-star episode (and pilots rarely are), it’s a great beginning! It’s beyond amazing to see our girl on the screen again. Just this hour-long episode did her character way more justice than the entire Hannibal film. Despite its shortcomings, it’s such a loving homage to characters and a story that mean a lot to me, and I love it just for that.

Going forward, I’d like to see more of Clarice as a person. Her hobbies and interests--cars, sharpshooting, running, fashion magazines stuffed under her bed, horseback riding, her total inability to cook...anything would do. I of course want to see more of her with Ardelia. I want to hear more about her backstory and find out which version of it (truly orphaned when her father dies or sent away by her mother) they’ll choose to explore. And while we all agree that this show is about Clarice and she don’t need no man, I won’t lie: I’d gobble up more sly references to Hannibal. He’s her endgame, after all.

I’d also like to really see the warrior underneath. There are flashes of her in the last twenty minutes of this episode. But Clarice Starling is a big cat, she’s a warrior, she’s between iron and silver. I’d hate for her to spend most of this show doe-eyed and traumatized. I want her to be ferocious, to see the woman who’s a match for the monster.

Krendler needs to get nastier. He should make us feel like we need to shower. In the novels, he wants to use Clarice--only for her body. And when she won’t allow him to, he takes his revenge. That’s what makes him so particularly awful. Let’s amp him up here.

And finally...maybe I’ll appreciate Catherine’s scene more on a second watch. Maybe I’m not being sensitive enough to her trauma, her struggles. But I didn’t like the way that scene was staged or scripted, and I didn’t like the suggestion that she just hasn’t gotten help after a year and is subsequently taking her pain out on Clarice on some level. I hope future episodes handle this subplot, and her character, a bit better.

Please let me know if you guys would like me to do another of these monstrosities for the next episode. (I promise it won’t take me an entire week this time!) And thank you again for reading!!! 

[blushyimagines]

I hope you're doing well and yay almost done with schooling! I'd like to request (if you know him) Jaxon and his Cousin Garret with a tiny s/o that is essentially like a chihuahua if that makes sense? (Smol and angr)

Ah yes, a fellow smol angr i see 😌✌️👀 and yes it absolutely makes sense hun! This was very fun to write, enjoy! 💗💗 -Mod Sammie

🧡🐃 Jaxon and Garret X smol bastard reader 🐃🧡

🧡Jaxon🧡

Ah, you are motherfucker?

Nah just kidding, but he absolutely CAN and WILL push your buttons just to get a rise out of you. smdh Jaxon i trusted you

This includes teasing you for your height, your quick temper, how cute you are when you’re mad... Honestly its a miracle he’s still alive

However, he will stop (albeit begrudgingly) teasing you if it seriously bothers you; he never means his teasing in an ill manner, he just loves you! Including your angry chihuahua side!

Teasing just is one of the ways he shows his love; the dude likes to laugh, so what can be better than him and his precious little s/o laughing together?! Nothing, thats what.

The teasing doesn’t have to be one sided though, pick on him for being so violently Australian. Do it. Put the fucker in his damn place 😤🤚

Jaxon loves getting a rise from his s/o, but if they are seriously angry or frustrated he knows how to calm them down.

Whether it being cuddles, quiet walks in the woods, even just talking it out; he knows how to calm his s/o down if the need rises

The dude is already massive, so most people are tiny compared to him, but you’re somehow even smaller?? Holy shit?? He has to protect you and carry you everywhere, it is simply the law.

And he’ll be DAMN SURE that he’s the only one who teases you 😤😤 only HE is allowed to tease you gosh darnit-

One final note, if he holds anything above your head, just tickle his sides. He’ll drop whatever he was holding immediately cause he’s super ticklish there 😎✌️

🐃 Garret🐃

Oh my sweet himbo

Is an actual sweetheart unlike his cousin

If he says anything that pisses you off he didn’t do it intentionally, he is merely trying to show you his love.

“S/o small and tiny. Ow s/o why did you flick my head? Why is s/o walking away? S/o Garret sorry-“

Its hard to stay mad at him 🥺🥺 He has only one braincell and all its saying is to love you, so can you blame him?

He has a seemigly magical ability at calming anybody down. He’s so sweet and understanding, he’d do anything to get you in a better mood

He is large, you are smol. Cuddles are common with Garret, and he will lay you ontop of him and just engulf you in his arms. It is very warm 😌

Can and will give you piggy-back rides everywhere. And always makes sure to put items where you can reach them, an honest gentleman through and through.

Make sure to give this big boy a big hug, he deserves it 🥺🥺 and will return in tenfold

[tybaku]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30691259/chapters/77712440

Midoriya Izuku finds the incarnation of beauty and divinity sitting at a window of a hole-in-the-wall café just a few blocks away from home.

Or: An artist in search of inspiration unexpectedly finds a new muse.

Chapter 2: Him

Bakugou Katsuki finds himself standing at the foot of an altar fit for something more than a god at a quarter to 1.

The day is bright and clear, and the sun is hot on his head and shoulders. It’s too early to be out here, and yet too late, and there was already a thin crowd formed, curled around the centerpiece like a halo, or a crown. Katsuki shifts where he stands, dark eyes never leaving the piece of art on the bricked alleyway wall. He barely breathes.

He had been dragged here not out of his own accord, directly after a nearly two hour long elective class that was nothing but a bore, despite it sounding vaguely interesting down on paper.

“Analysis of Modern Art and Media 101” taught by Aizawa Shouta had been a bust of a class to choose, and each time Katsuki attends he wonders why the hell there is more of the same damn class, judging by the fact there was a 101 tacked on at the end of the name, and also it was probably the most soul-sucking class he was taking this school year. Katsuki doesn’t even care about art!

And yet, he’s still standing here. He’s standing here in a dingy, dirty back alley and gawking up at this piece of artwork like some kind of fool, his hands curling up inside his pockets. There’s a red warmth to his face that isn’t from the afternoon sun, and vaguely he thinks, maybe he could learn to care about art. Maybe he could learn to care because of this and this only.

“It’s me,” Katsuki says, not fully aware of his surroundings, or the murmurs that trickle about the little sea of people in the alleyway that are witnessing the same thing he is.

Because it is him, it’s the best version of him he’s ever laid eyes on. It’s a perception of him so pure and human, and flawless to the point where it’s perfection is debatable, and he has to take another look at it to really see what’s there. He’s wrong, the painting isn’t perfect, but it’s authentic. It isn't flawless, but it’s him, really and truly him; near flesh as it can get with its graffiti lines and colors and shapes.

Katsuki doesn’t want to look away.

Kirishima, the very guy who had brought him out here to view the godly offering on the wall, then pats his shoulder and grips onto him. “It’s you, man. Your mentions are sky high,” he says, eyebrows raised and obviously impressed. He shakes Katsuki a little when he becomes the victim of a dirty looking side-eye, wearing a little frown. “What?”

Katsuki shrugs his shoulder harshly, effectively shooing his friend off. “The hell you on about, shithair,” he says more than he asks. Kaminari’s head then pops up from beside them unexpectedly, with Ashido right on his toes, smiling from ear to ear. There’s a mischievous little glint in their eyes that they share unabashedly, and Katsuki sneers at it.

“Oh, you haven’t heard? You’re trending!” the other, less important blond exclaims, fishing out his phone to wave it around in Katsuki’s face. “Well, more like the art itself trending, but people are recognizing you! Tagging you in the pics on Insta, at’ing you on Twitter, linking you to this one art blog and shit like—” Kaminari only stops when Katsuki starts to bat his hands at him angrily, irritated at the fact he didn’t understand a word he was saying.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Kaminari makes an ugly looking face like he took a whiff of something foul, but Katsuki smells sweet as hell, thank you very much; his shampoo and conditioner have black and white charcoal in them. “Dude do you even check your phone like, ever? This”—Kaminari waves giant circles in front of Katsuki’s portrait as Katsuki himself mumbles a quiet I mute that shit during class—“is trending. Trending.”

Before Katsuki could tear one into him, Ashido pats at her friend’s shoulder, squeezing herself into the terrible excuse of a conversation. “I think he gets it, babe. What Denki’s trying to say is that this”—she gestures to the painting—“is gaining a whole lot of traction right now, not only because it’s stunning, but because the artist is literally one of the biggest deals in Japan right now. Deku’s like, hot-hot. He’s practically famous in the modern art scene, and he just painted your portrait without you even knowing about it. Do you really have no idea how huge this is?”

And, no, Katsuki doesn’t know, since there wasn’t even a reason why he would know in the first place (again, that modern art class sucks, and even though Aizawa-sensei was good enough of a teacher, Katsuki sometimes thinks even he didn’t want to be teaching it from the way he talks and lectures so tonelessly, a whole new level of bored flat) so the only thing he can do is blink, and blink, and glare as he tries to take in this new information.

It’s weird, isn’t it? Katsuki has never heard of this “Deku” guy, despite his supposed status, and suddenly he’s got a whole mural dedicated to him by the guy? He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do with any of this, and he can’t even bring himself to be angry about it. He’s just confused, out of place, and so damn flattered that it’s absolutely ridiculous. Someone painted his portrait and painted it well. It should feel freaky, because it is; it’s an unfathomable situation, but it doesn’t really feel anything less than nice. Really damn nice.

“Oh my god,” Kaminari gasps suddenly, the back of his hand hitting the top of Ashido’s chest in exaggerated shock and disbelief, “do you guys know what this means?”

Katsuki’s eyes find their way back to himself. His profile is sharp and frustrated. Kirishima gasps, eyes blown wide in anticipation. “What?” he asks Kaminari quickly, ever the little worrywart of their group. Katsuki raised an eyebrow.

Kaminari goes smug, a little warp appearing in his dumb smile. “Kats-kun here’s got a not-so-secret admirer,” he sings in a tease, wiggling a little in place.

Despite the weird feeling curling in his chest, Katsuki scoffs at the claim, rolling his eyes. “More like a stalker,” he says, but his so-called friends outright ignore him, and turn their attention to, well, him.

Ashido giggles in delight, clapping her hands. “Oh that’s so true, there’s no way this isn’t a romantic thing! I mean, he even got Kats’ little pouty glare right!” she exclaims loud enough for everyone in the alley to overhear, like an idiot.

Katsuki narrows his eyes, and he swears one of them twitches. “My what,” he says more than asks.

Kaminari decides to take the mic, like a dumbass. “You know that thing you do when you get all frustrated about something and you try to pout, but it looks more like you wanna commit first degree murder or something?”

Katsuki doesn’t have any chance to maim him for the explanation he has unfortunately asked for, because Ashido is shrieking again, grabbing Kaminari and holding him close to her in excitement. “Oh my gosh, you’re so right! This is so romantic!” she draws it out annoyingly, before it becomes a straight up whine. “That’s so unfair! Why are you getting romanced and not me?”

And it’s not his place to say, so “Because Spikey has no balls,” stays trapped in between Katsuki’s grit teeth.

Sero then miraculously appears from somewhere behind Kaminari, a muffin and even Shinsou in tow, and Katsuki groans up to the sky when instead of saying something useful he decides to say, “They got that little beauty mark on his cheekbone too,” with a stupid smirk.

Blinking tiredly, Shinsou adds on “That’s some attention to detail,” like it means anything. “Though they missed most of the other ones.” He starts to unwrap his own muffin, peeling back the thin paper with his teeth. Katsuki wants nothing more than for him to choke on it.

“Hanta! Hitoshi!” Kaminari yells, as if the pair of them weren’t standing barely three feet from him. He reaches over and happily pulls Shinsou under his arm as Sero stalks over to Ashido. “Where you’ve been! You missed the big reaction!”

Sero lifts his hand. “Getting a muffin,” he says flatly.

Shinsou nods in agreement, humming in amusement. “Bet he blushed like a flower.” He takes a bite out of his muffin as Kaminari laughs and jokingly goes to bite at the bread.

And if Katsuki goes a little warm in the face at the dumb claim, it’s no one’s damn business. “What the hell does that even mean,” he snarls unkindly, crossing his arms.

Shinsou unwraps the other side of his muffin with his hands this time, and actually allows Kaminari to take a small bite. “I said what I said,” he shrugs, unapologetic.

“Oo, new slur dropped.” Ashido wiggles her pink eyebrows. Sero snorts, and Kirishima laughs amiably at her.

Katsuki has terrible friends, he decides, and they all can go burn in the under. He shoots them all a heavy glare they all ignore in favor of oohing and ahhing at his portrait. Shinsou looks over at him after a quick inspection of the piece. “So,” he starts, giving up the rest of his muffin to Kaminari’s grubby little hands, “what’re you gonna do?”

Katsuki raises an eyebrow, expression and stance slanted slightly to the right as he crosses his arms over his chest and cocked out his hip, leaning most of his weight onto one foot. “Hah? The hell you talking about?”

Shinsou blinks plainly at him. “The graffiti, genius. You think it’s weird, right? Figured you want to beat the guy’s face in for painting you without permission, or something.”

Katsuki frowns. Shinsou isn’t wrong really, or at least he shouldn’t be, but Katsuki doesn’t feel like violence was the answer here. (A shocker, he knows, but can you blame him? It’s like wanting to punish the Earth for rotating, or the sun for setting at the end of the day. Punishing the moon for moving the tides, and many other metaphors Katsuki can’t think of at the moment.)

He doesn’t want to go about this the wrong way. Beating his admirer’s (damn it, he means artist, thanks a lot Pinky ‘n Sparky) face into a pulp is definitely the worst approach he could possibly take. There ought to be a better, and much more appropriate option, shouldn’t there? What exactly should be done in this instance? What could he do?

There’s only one thing, really.

“I’m gonna find him.”

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It’s easier said than done in a weird way, tracking down Deku. He really is a popular and well-known young artist, and his art is plastered practically all over every social media you can think of. He’s got his fair share of admirers and haters, and critiques of his more professional work (he’s not just a street artist like Katsuki had first assumed a few days ago, he’s actually got even better pieces than Katsuki’s portrait, if you can believe it) range from big art magazines to small internet influencers. There’s all kinds of stuff about his artwork, including videos and articles.

Deku’s work speaks to all kinds of people, he finds out.

Though unfortunately, there isn’t any public information about the artist himself. In fact, Deku is a pseudonym, and there is virtually no personal information pertaining to him anywhere. His identity is kept closely underwraps, and any interviews with him are all written word (Katsuki knows this because he has scoured all of Youtube trying to find a video with Deku, and has come up empty handed). Katsuki has absolutely no method of contacting him about the alleyway art, and no way of finding him about town.

Pushing his laptop away an inch, Katsuki sighs and takes a sip of his coffee. He’s hit yet another dead end on this art blog in his search for Deku’s damn contact information. It’s terribly frustrating at this point, because he’s so close it’s ridiculous. He’s pretty sure he’s figured out who Deku actually is: Midoriya Izuku, a journalist who looks to be based here in Musutafu, and the guy whose blog Katsuki’s been snooping through for the past three days.

The guy’s got a plethora of articles and photography on a number of different artists, but according to the internet, he’s more known to be a Deku enthusiast, and most of his material stems from Deku’s artwork. In fact, he’s already got an article up about Katsuki’s portrait, dated three days ago. That was the first giveaway.

If you look through Deku’s official Instagram, Katsuki’s portrait (titled Musutafu Delight, after the side of the café it was painted on, but Katsuki ain’t gonna call it anything else but his portrait) was posted bright and early at 7 in the morning three days ago, and Midoriya’s article on The Canvas about said portrait was posted not ten minutes later. Awfully speedy for someone who is allegedly not even the artist of the piece, no?

And if you read through Midoriya’s blog and Deku’s written interviews, the connection between them becomes even more glaringly obvious due to the fact Midoriya writes his articles similarly to the way Deku does in his interviews, so much so that it couldn’t possibly be counted as a mere coincidence. Their wording and phrasing of things is near exact, and their pools of vocabulary are closely shared.

Plus, you’d have to be an idiot to not see where the artist’s pseudonym comes from.

“Deku can be derived from the same kanji as Izuku. It’s literally the same,” Katsuki had explained to his stupidly incredulous group of friends, who dismissed his “theory” on Deku’s true identity like the bunch of morons they were. The only one who seemed even halfway convinced was Sleepy, and even then he just looked amused at Katsuki’s frustration trying to map out what he was talking about to the rest of the group in his overly simple terms.

Anyway, Katsuki had little to no doubt about Deku’s real identity, but that didn’t exactly mean it made finding the guy any easier. Seriously, what kind of a dimwit doesn’t even put down their email on their own goddamn blog?

Deku, apparently.

Katsuki sighs once more before sipping what was left of his coffee and exiting out of Midoriya’s blog with a dull click. Without any other clear leads, there wasn’t much he could do in regards to finding the guy, and he rather not run himself ragged trying to do so all at once. He could always chase his tail looking for Deku later, since he wasn’t really getting anywhere anyway. Such a damn shame.

Unexpectedly a throat clears, and Katsuki looks up halfway prepared to throw a scowl at Kirishima’s stupid little smile (Katsuki told him specifically not to bother him today since he had so much shit to get done, which may or may not have been an excuse to keep on internet “stalking” Deku, as Sparky and Sleepy so eloquently put it), but finds a completely different stupid little smile he doesn’t recognize by a long shot.

It’s a guy with a scatter of freckles all over his face and green highlights in his curly black hair. He has big round eyes and a healthy pink glow to his cheeks. In short, he’s cute, but he carries himself like a wounded animal, a shy and skittish little thing. He looks like a big dork in his glasses and sweater splattered with paint at the hem.

“Hi,” the dork says in a sort of sigh filled to the brim with nerves as his fingertips flinch around the little ringed book he carries in his hands.

Katsuki quickly fits a frown onto his face, intentionally standoffish to lure this four-eyed man away. Somehow, it doesn’t work, and instead of being deterred by the attitude he was putting on, the man sits himself down in the empty seat in front of him, a wobbled smile on his lips. Katsuki narrows his eyes slightly, annoyed but impressed by the gall of the nerdy looking guy.

“Uh, my name is M-Midoriya Izuku, I’m a full time artist and journalist and”—the guy shifts in his seat and lets out a huge huff—“wow, you are super pretty up close.”

Katsuki blinks, and promptly blushes like a flower. (Thanks for that, Sleepy.) He didn’t take Deku for the bold type.

“I, um. That’s not what I—Well, yeah I did mean that, you are very pretty—uh, handsome, but that’s not what I—”

Scratch that, Deku definitely wasn’t the bold type, just the “doesn’t think before speaking” type. Fortunately, Katsuki was well acquainted with those types (i.e. his friends), so he doesn’t find it as annoying as he would've. Plus, Deku wasn’t saying anything bad, he was complimenting him.

“You’re fine,” Katsuki has to cut him off from his quick paced rambling. Every word had sounded like it was stuffed into the last, jumbled and nearly indecipherable.

“You’re Deku, right? I got your message,” he smirks in a tease as he leans back casually. Spikey and Pinky were going to freak when Katsuki told them he found Deku, and Sparky was going to eat his words. (Midoriya isn’t Deku, his ass. All the clues were right there. In plain sight.)

Deku stops, and then color bursts into his face. “How did you…” he drifts off, speechless for the first time since he sat down. Katsuki raises his brows and then holds up a finger in a hold on gesture, clicking his laptop awake and opening up his history tab. He turns the screen so Deku can see all the websites he’s visited in the past three days.

At a glance, it’s obvious everything is related to Deku and his artwork, but Deku’s lips downturn in confusion and Katsuki has to explain. “It’s research. Was trying to find the dork who painted my face on the side of the café,” he says as Deku gives a little squeak. Katsuki clicks the most recent tab and opens up The Canvas, aka Deku’s blog.

“You said your name was Midoriya Izuku? Full time artist and journalist? Izuku can be read as Deku, meaning either you are Deku, you work with Deku, or you’re some freak obsessed with Deku. Your pick,” Katsuki finishes before turning his laptop back toward him and clicking it to sleep.

Deku only gapes at him, eyes wide and shining in something Katsuki could only describe as awe. “You’re amazing,” he says in a certain way that entails he was talking before thinking again, and weirdly enough, Katsuki feels an unexpected warmth in his chest because of it.

“Bakugou Katsuki, by the way. And I ain’t a snitch. It’s obvious you wanna keep your identity a secret. Just knowing I’m right is enough. Did’ya want something from me, Freckles?” Katsuki lolls his head to the side, staring Deku down and ignoring the tingling in his hands.

Deku startles slightly, one step behind and still mouthing Bakugou under his breath like he was trying to familiarize himself with it. Weird, but cute in a way. Deku shifts around in his seat, fiddling around with his fingers in his lap. “Oh well, um. It’s nice to meet you, Bakugou-san, and I, uh…actually had a proposition for you?”

Katsuki wrinkles his nose, but nods at him to continue.

Deku gives him a shy little smile, one that crinkles the tiny freckle above his top lip. “Would you like to model for me?”

[gisachi]

Like You Meant It (ShinRan. Prompt-Drabble. Aged-up Characters.)

Prompt 27: Help me i’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second (As requested by @icedcoffeeanyone )

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Ran just wanted some time alone.

There’s nothing a few drinks in her favorite bar across town couldn’t fix, after having a bad day in grad school. She studied so hard only to get a mediocre score in her midterm exam, and having been the first to get called in the class of her most terror law professor and practically getting none of his questions correctly, she knew right then that she was bound to end up in this pub.

She needed this time alone to pull herself together, because she swore to god, law school’s going to be the death of her.

She checked her phone.

Seven unread mails and four missed calls from her best friend.

Yes, she’d talk to him after she’s sobered up, but right now she needed no one. What she needed was a break. Wallow in distress on her own. So that when she finally decided to rant to him, she wouldn’t overflow and freak him out.

But how she wished she invited some two or three classmates around.

Because damn, these alcoholic dudes wouldn’t give her peace.

She rolled her eyes at the sight and smell of one salaryman who sat next to her. He had a wedding ring and yet here he was, on a Friday night, asking her, in a suggestive way, her name, age, location? Gross. People like him should be banned from this bar.

She circled the other side, looking for an actual table instead of sitting at the counter by the bartender. Just as she thought she finally found a good spot, another guy, this time her age, took the vacant seat across her. He looked pretty decent. She would’ve actually entertained his small talk. But the thing was, she wasn’t here to socialize. She was here to drink. In peace.

So when this guy - he mentioned his name five seconds ago but she already forgot - started to get talkative and a little touchy, the time bomb in her head started to tick.

Could people not take a hint?

“You waiting for someone?”

“Yes.” She lied.

“Hmm.” He arched one brow suspiciously.

“What about this. While she ain’t around yet—“

“He.”

“Oh.” She gave him that signal to leave.

But he was persistent; he didn’t seem threatened one bit.

“Okay. While he,” putting emphasis on the pronoun, “ain’t around yet, why not let me get you a drink?”

“No thanks, I—“

“C’mon sweet thing, just one drink.”

She was mortified.

First of all, ‘sweet thing’?! Really gross. Second of all, I said no. Respect that, please?

She could karate chop him that exact moment, but she remembered how that went with the previous bar she visited, which ended in a disaster and her name almost getting blacklisted.

Which totally turned her off because why the hell would the bar do that? She was just defending herself from perverted adults who thought a woman in a bar alone meant she was looking for a hook-up.

Ran’s eyes rolled skyward. One reason why it’s hard being a woman.

“Whatever.” She thoughtlessly replied. If that would mean him leaving her alone. Then once he disappeared she’d go pay for her drinks and take a cab back home.

“That’s more I like it.” He winked, before turning around and leaving the table.

Gosh. Walk away. Please. Disappear.

But damn, she couldn’t just leave. She still wanted to drink. But how could she do that now?

Ugh. How frustrating.

She must have been so deep in thought that she failed to catch another figure sallying forth her table.

“There you freaking are.”

Ran deadpanned to her right, only to be met by a pair of furious azure blue eyes she knew all too well.

“Oh... Hello, Shinichi.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Ran, please. Don’t just hello me. You didn’t even leave me on read.”

“I... ah. Yes.”

Instead of verbalizing his disappointment, Shinichi flung his arms to his side, brows bumping together in a scowl as he shook his head.

Ran shrugged, taking two big gulps from her mug.

“I had a shitty day, okay.”

He pulled the chair beside her and sat down. “I figured that much. And can most definitely confirm now.”

The bite in his tone was enough to make her understand that he was really... pissed. Pissed at her dismissive attitude.

“How did you even find me?”

“Short answer? Simple deduction. Long answer? Your phone was still ringing so I know it wasn’t dead. It was pretty new so battery life lasts the whole day. So you’re either just not checking your phone or was flat out ignoring me. But you always check your phone. Now this morning you told me that the results of your Civil Law midterm will be released, and I remembered you saying that if you get a not so good score you’re going to drink it all up. Assuming that—“

“Okay.” She waved an invisible white flag. “You can stop now, I get it.”

He sighed, leaned his chin on his hand, eyes serious.

“So, tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“Everything wrong with your day.”

Instead of answering, she just played with the rim of her mug.

“We’re not best friends for nothing, right?” He said, voice more solemn this time.

She exhaled sharply. She really didn’t want to talk about it.

“Bad day in school. Don’t wanna talk about it yet.”

“Bad enough to ignore all my messages and calls?” He leaned back his chair. ” ‘Cause you know, I was pretty damn worried.”

“Yeah, I knew you’d be worried, it’s just that—"

She cut herself short, head perking up like an alert prey.

“It’s just that…?”

“Crap. He’s here.”

“Who’s here?”

He tried to turn his head to where she was looking but was cut off with her two hands clasping his face.

“Stay put, Shinichi. Pretend you’re not mad at me right now. Okay?”

She released her hands.

“O...kay?”

Her voice became lower, tone a lot more serious than before. “And I pray you won’t get mad at me for asking you to do me this favor.”

His forehead creased, unsure of where exactly this conversation was going.

“You’re confusing me, Ran.”

Ran took a deep breath, eyes intently focused on a distant spot next to Shinichi’s temple.

"Someone was hitting on me before you arrived and I managed to get him to leave but now he’s approaching our table again and, and, ugh fuck this! Why can’t men just leave women sitting quietly alone!”

His face became visibly upset.

“Shall I face him? Tell him to back off?”

“No.” She edged closer to him, like she was about to share a deep secret.

“Please act like my boyfriend and kiss me.”

His chair raked the floor.

“...HUH?!”

“Shinichi,” she continued, not in the slightest surprised by his reaction, “trust me when I say he looks like the type who won’t be intimidated by a friend nor back down from ‘competition’. Which is absurd because I’m not some goddamn prize for him to win. The only way to drive him off is if the woman he’s hitting on has a boyfriend.”

Ran downed the remaining beer in her mug.

“Let’s kiss, we’ll make it hot, so hot that he’ll get so awkward and leave us alone. And then I’ll tell you everything that’s wrong with my day.”

Shinichi blinked once. Twice. Thrice.

One thing ran in his mind.

Who was this bold woman and what had she done to my best friend?

“We’re not best friends for nothing…right?” She said, repeating his earlier statement.

“Ran...”

“Trust me. And help me on this, please.”

Fierce determination blazed her eyes, pent-up frustration preventing her from filtering her own words.

Yes, this was his best friend. And with fire burning in her eyes like that, he knew she was not joking. She was in desperate need of his help, and she trusted him that he’d understand.

No further questions needed.

But still though... what?!

“Okay...” he exhaled sharply. “Okay.”

He slowly dragged his chair towards her, sitting himself on its edge. Aligning his face with hers, he seized her left hand and carefully placed it on his cheek.

“Do it. Kiss me.” His voice died into a whisper. “Now.”

Ran’s eyes widened.

It was only then that she realized what she actually asked of him.

“Wait. Shinichi. I-...Y-you... is it okay?”

“Ran, we’ve been talking for more or less 20 seconds, I bet he’s already halfway here. So if you’re gonna do it, do it now.”

He was right. The dude got nearer, holding two mugs of beer which she assumed was for him and her. And there was this murderous look in his eyes, probably because of the third party in the table.

The nerve of this random dude to glare at her best friend like that.

She really had to do this, huh.

“I’m sorry, Shinichi. I...” she cupped his other cheek nervously. “I’ll do it.”

His eyes didn’t leave her face.

“Mm. Ready when you are.”

With a sharp intake of breath, she leaned forward and slowly...surely, captured his lips.

For a moment, Ran’s time stood still.

A groan escaped Shinichi’s throat from the sudden pressure of their lips mashing together, and Ran felt the roots of her hair stand up. Wow. She had never heard him produce that sound before.

His lips. His groan. His face.

That’s when she realized.

This was really happening.

This was not just a kiss. This was her first kiss.

And she’s sharing it with her best friend.

Her best friend...!

She internally panicked.

She never really planned anything like this to happen.

What should she do next?!

Before she could think, Shinichi’s lips started moving. His right hand snaked the base of her neck until it nestled on her nape, entangling her hair with his fingers.

They’d part lips, only to ease in again, at first experimentally, and the succeeding ones, feelingly. Every round got deeper than the previous one. She didn’t know if she was doing this right.

In her head, it was weird.

But other than that, everything felt right.

They separated with a loud smack, him looking at her with dark eyes. His breath was erratic, Adam’s apple protruding as he swallowed, lips red like cherries. She realized she had never seen his attractive features up close like this before.

Really? Had she been missing this all her life?

Without waiting a second more, she pulled him into one searing kiss, hands leaving his cheeks, lowering to his chest.

“Ran...” He gruntled, the rest of his air swallowed by her demanding lips.

Stop saying my name like that.

He pulled away, fast. Much to her surprise.

But what surprised her more was when he leaned his head down, leveling her neck, kissing her clavicle.

“Shin—“

She squirmed in her chair.

He trailed kisses on the column of her throat, his hand on her nape urging her to tilt her head sideways for better access. She complied earnestly, hands fisting his shirt, pulling him closer, eliminating whatever space they had in between. His other hand tightened around her waist, one knee snugged comfortably between her legs.

Damn. Everything felt good.

She jolted when he reached her ear, softly pressing his lips on her lobe. She would’ve moaned in exhilaration, had he not whispered,

“Check.”

“Hn?” she purred, voice a little too dazed.

“Check if he’s still there.” He ordered, voice low and guttural.

Oh, right. We’re still doing that.

Ran struggled with all her might to keep her eyes open, scanning the area behind her pretend boyfriend she was eagerly...’pretend’ making out with.

No annoying dude in sight.

Just some stupefied faces manifestly directed at them.

“He’s - ah!” she whimpered when his teeth nibbled the edge of her ear. Good lord. What was he doing to her?

Making her feel hot and all. Shit.

“He’s... gone.”

She wished she had delayed her reply. Because as soon as she said that, the sensitive sensation in her ear disappeared, and she felt the weight of his forehead on her shoulder. His sweaty hands remained on her nape and waist, Ran audibly hearing his labored breathing.

...

What was that?

Did her heart just sink upon the loss of contact of his lips against her skin?

“That’s it. I’m taking you home. Now.”

Her heart floated back.

“Wh-wait what?”

“I said I’ll take you home.”

“Eh?! But, i-it’s just, y’know... I just said, k-kiss, not uh... aren’t you taking it too seriously... or something?”

Shinichi raised his head.

“Haah? What are you blabbering about?! I’ll take you back to your house, Ran. Not mine. It’s way past bedtime.”

Ran blinked.

Well, that was embarrassing.

He untangled her hair from his hand and released his hold on her waist.

“Do you want me to take you to my house?”

“What?! N-no!”

Maybe. Yes.

“Good. Because I won’t.”

...Ouch?

His eyes flitted away.

“Especially...after... that.”

The bar was dim and noisy, and Ran was unsure if the alcohol was making her hallucinate the rose-tinged shade on his cheeks and ears, or making her hear a restrained follow-up from him, or both.

“Did you say something, Shinichi?”

“What?”

“What?”

They stared at each other for an hour-long minute, before he huffed a breath and stood on his feet.

“It’s the beer. You’re tipsy and you must be hearing things. I’ll pay for the bill and I’ll take you home.”

“Y-you really don’t have to—“

“I’m still mad at you, you know. Geez.”

He approached the bartender to pay for the drinks. She watched his back as he disappeared from her line of sight.

Mad at me.

Yet you kissed me like that.

Did you feel it?

‘Cause I might have felt it, too.

…

Something definitely changed, though she couldn’t say what.

“Th-Thanks, Shinichi.” She said, the moment he returned.

“Whatever. We’ll talk about...everything, tomorrow.”

He took her hand, and she let him. She rose from her seat and, with semi-wobbling feet, they ambled their way out the bar, eyes of random women following Shinichi’s handsome face as they passed by them. He didn’t give a damn.

He just held her hand tighter.

“Or now if you want to go to WacDonalds to sober up.”

She smiled.

“Great idea.”

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[speeding-fox]

Sorabon Flies Solo?! A Lesson in Heroing! (Part 1 of 3)

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Plot Synopsis: Sorabon gets Porukabon hurt during a battle with one of the Neo Musketeers' Biidaroids, and refuses to hold himself accountable. After getting grounded, he storms off and claims he's flying solo for now on. His strong desire to be a hero gets him corrupted. Will he snap out of it and learn his lesson, or will he join the dark side?

Author's Note: The "~~" signify a scene change, and the "--" signify another perspective of the same scene.

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It was a nice day, the birdrons are chirping, that was until an explosion from Tyrantula's evil tree Biidaroid's fruit bomb emanated through the area. The Neo Musketeers had stolen someone's precious family heirloom, believing it held some kind of power, luckily Jr. BiidaCops Sora, Tiiru, Tosukana, and Polka were there and transformed to foil their latest scheme. The team agreed that two would handle the Biidaroid while two would handle the Devilish siblings, however, Sora had other plans.

While Tiiru and Tosukana fought Lucifer, Polka and Sora battled the Biidaroid, but everytime Polka tried to land a punch, Sora swooped in with an aerial kick to it's side, knocking it down, and nearly getting hit by Polka's attack, Polka just barely stopped his punch before he hit him. "What the- Dude! Why did you do that?! I would have punched you!"

Sora pretty much ignored what Polka just said and turned to tell him. "Not to worry, Porukabon, I got this!" He then went back to fighting.

"Apparently you care more about being the hero than almost getting punched in the face." Polka grumbled sarcastically before joining back in on the fight.

As their battle with the Biidaroid went on, whenever Polka tried to land a hit, Sora kept getting in his way, and barely avoided hitting him each time, causing his frustration to grow each time. "Sorabon will you KNOCK IT OFF?!"

He wasn't sure if Sora even heard him as he was too busy battling the Biidaroid, but then he flies a little ways away, so Polka thought he did hear him, and he was letting him finish off the weakened tree robot. "Huh, I guess he did hear me. I guess I can do my signature move!"

Polka backs up a ways away himself, then covers himself in electricity. "Electric-" He then charges at it like a lightning bolt. "CHARGE!"

It seemed like he had this battle in the bag, but right as he was about to run into it, a charged shot came from the direction Sora flew off to, hit them both, and caused a big explosion. Polka screams, and the now burnt remains of the tree Biidaroid flew to Lucifer's direction, Tuscan-Dragon and Tenacious-Tealer barely notice and get out of the way in time, Tyrantula wasn't as lucky, once the remains crash into him, they explode and knock Lucifer into his siblings' aircraft and cause them to explode in turn, and sent them blasting off again. 

The item they tried to steal fell from the sky, Sora manages to catch it before it hit the ground, then holds it up while doing a fist-pump. "Another one for the hero team!"

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"Here you go, sir! Got it back safe and sound!" Sora handed the stolen item back to the owner.

"Oh thank you so much!" The owner takes his item back and shakes Sora's hand. "This is a treasured family heirloom! I don't know if I would have the heart to tell my family it was stolen!"

Sora lets go of his hand to give him a wink and a thumbs up. "All in a hero's days work! If you need help again, you know who to call!"

"Thanks again!" The item's owner leaves.

"Now to check on the others." Sora did so, and it didn't take him long to find his friends. Tosukana and Tiiru are helping an injured Polka out of the wreckage of Bolt-Striker. "Whoa, Bolt-Striker got really messed up." He commented when he saw how bad it looked.

"Yeah, because YOU messed it up!" Polka bellowed as he pointed at him.

"Me?" Sora pointed at himself. "You sure it wasn't the Biidaroid?"

"NO, YOU FREAKING SHOT AT ME!" Polka screamed as his stomped his left foot, then winced and nearly stubbled when his left leg gave out, there was a noticeable red mark on the leg.

"You should've called out to him before firing that charged shot Sorabon!" Tosukana scolded him as he helps Polka back up and wraps Polka's arm around his shoulder to provide support.

"Well, he should've known I was gonna fire a charged shot with how well I was doing. He shouldn't have gotten in the way." Sora says nonchalantly.

"You're saying it's MY fault that YOU didn't give me any WARNING?!" Polka yelled, fuming that Sora is not holding himself accountable.

"Hey, at least the bad guys were stopped and the item was returned to its owner, that should amount to something, right?" Sora received glares in response.

"Yes, but not at the expense of your friends. The fact you don't see anything wrong with what you did is concerning." Tosukana chided, then turned to Tiiru. "Tiirubon, may you help get Bolt-Striker back to Graybon Hakase's lab?"

Tiiru nodded. "On it." They transform back into Tenacious-Tealer's mecha form and lift up the wrecked Bolt-Striker.

Tosukana turns back to Sora. "We're telling your dad about this."

Sora shrugged. "Go ahead, but we know he's gonna agree with me."

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At Graybon's Lab, Shiro was walking by the base's entrance carrying some paperwork when the automatic doors slide open, and Sora ran in before they close. "Oh, hey there, champ!" He sets the paperwork down on a nearby counter and approaches his son. "Did you do some good bad guy butt-kicking?"

"Yep! Sure did!" Sora exclaimed. "And the item they tried to take was returned to its rightful owner!"

"Awesome!" He pats his son on the head. "Great job as always, kiddo!"

Sora was reveling in his dad's praisal of him. Making his father proud always brought him great joy, as he wants to follow in his footsteps. He was beaming with pride.

Shiro looks towards the door, then to Sora. "Say, Sora, where are your friends?"

As if on cue the automatic doors open once again, and Tosukana is helping Polka in. "Oh my gosh!" Seeing the state Polka is in, Shiro rushed over. "Are you alright, Porukabon?! What happened?!"

"Sora happened!" Polka shouted, giving Sora a glare.

"Huh?" Shiro glanced to Sora, who shrugged, then glanced back to the two. "What did Sora do?"

"We'll explain once we meet Tiirubon at the lab." Tosukana answered.

"The lab?" Shiro looked back at Sora, giving him a questioning look. "Sorabon, just what did you do?"

Oh no, Sora knows that when his dad speaks in that tone, he's in some kind of trouble, but he isn't too worried about it. Once Sora explains his side, surely his dad will understand, right?"

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"HOLY MACKEREL!" Shiro shouts upon seeing how badly damaged Bolt-Striker was. Tiiru, untransformed, was laying flat on the ground, panting from having to lift the mecha to get it here, even if they were in mecha form to get it here, it was still strenuous work for them, and Tosukana was patching up Polka on a nearby bench.

"With damages like these, it's going to take extensive repairing before it can be functional again, desu." Aobon clarified.

"How long will it take?" Shiro inquired.

"In scientific terms, awhile, desu." Ao answered.

Polka groaned loudly. "Are you KIDDING ME?! Grrr, godDAMMIT!" 

"Porukabon watch your language." Shiro scolded firmly.

"And take it easy." Tosukana added before going back to bandaging Polka's arm.

"Sorry." Polka grumbled, then sighed exasperatedly. "This is so stupid! My mech shouldn't have to get fixed because of freaking Sora not bothering to tell me to get out of the way!"

"Hey, it's not my fault you got caught in the shot's way!" Sora stated.

"It's not my fault you didn't bother fu- freaking tell me to, oh I don't freaking know, MOVE OUT OF THE FREAKING WAY SO I COULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN HURT!" Polka fumed. 

"Alright, enough!" Shiro shouted, stopping the two's arguing. "Obviously, I don't know the full story, so before I jump to conclusions, I need to hear both sides to piece the story together." He gestured to Sora. "Sorabon, tell me your side."

"Gladly." Sora clears his throat. [*Imagine crudely drawn imagery that depicts Sora's interpretation of what happened.*] "I was busy fighting the Neo Dorketeers to try and get back the item they stole, and one of them made a Biidaroid. I fought it hard, when I was going to finish it off, Porukabon decided to try and defeat it when he got caught in the blast of my charge shot, but in the end I defeated the Dorketeers and sent them blasting off again, and returned the stolen item to it's owner. The End." [*end of imagery*]

"You know that's not entirely what happened!" Polka yelled. "We were trying to fight them together, but you kept getting in the way, and I was trying to get the item back when you freaking blew me up along with them and the Biidaroid!" He tries to stand up to yell some more, but is pulled back down to the seat by Tosukana, which was probably for the better good anyway. "First the butting when we're trying to help, then freaking wrecking me and Bolt-Striker and almost killing me, and now you trying to claim all the credit!"

"I did most of the work for you guys, besides, it shouldn't matter anyway, the bad guys got foiled, and the fight is done. Stopping bad guys is all a part of heroing!" Sora exclaimed pridefully.

"That may be true, but that's only one part of "heroing," another part is teamwork." Tosukana stated.

"And, oh I don't know, making sure you DON'T attack your friends?!" Polka chimed in.

Sora lifts his arms to behind his head and turns away. "You getting in the way isn't my fault. Sometimes being a hero means taking risks, and besides, you guys saw how well I handled myself. I could probably do this hero thing solo, since clearly none of you are appreciative of my heroic efforts."

Tosukana and Tiiru gasped at this response, while Polka looked as if he wanted to punch him. "Well I never-!" Tiiru said a moment before Polka screamed. "ARE YOU SERIOUS?! Is your ego THAT far up your a- butt?! Get your head out of there too while you're at it!"

"Why you-" Sora began, but got cut off by his dad.

"Okay, I heard enough!" Shiro shouted, making the kids go silent. He gazed to the damaged mech in the vehicle bay, then to Sora, and sighed. "Sorabon..." He stepped over to him, then puts a hand on his shoulder. "I don't want to do this, but..." He paused, then locked eyes with Sora, having a look of disappointment on his face. "You're grounded."

Sora was silent, staring at his dad as he processed the words he just said. "Wh... What..?" He uttered quietly.

"Sora, heroes hold themselves accountable for their mishaps, but here, you seem to be doing the opposite of that." Shiro removed his arm as Sora took a step back.

"What are you saying..?" Sora questioned.

"This is too serious of a mishap to let it slide. You apparently still have stuff to learn to be a proper hero, so until you humble up and own up to your mistake and apologize, I'm taking your privilege of using Sky-Soarer away."

"What?! No! You can't do that!" Sora felt betrayed that his own dad would do this to him. "I'm a hero! You can't take away the one thing that helps me hero!"

"Being a hero doesn't mean you're exempt from punishment, and you're not responsible enough to keep that privilege right now." He holds his hand out. "Give me your card."

"..." Sora takes out his card, stares at it for some time, then holds it away. "No!"

"Sora, give it." Shiro told him firmly.

"I said no!" Sora snapped.

"Sorabon, if you don't give it to me right now, you're going to be in more trouble." He firmly stated.

"NO! I won't let you take Sky-Soarer away from me!" Sora makes a break for his mech as hot tears rolled down his face.

"Sorabon!" Shiro chases after him. "Aobon, initiate lockdown!"

"Got it!" Aobon presses a button that activates the lockdown sequence, alarms begin to blare.

Sora hops into Sky-Soarer before Shiro catches up to him and takes off, Shiro hops onto Crys-Whiter to catch up to him before he escapes. "Sorabon, stop this this instant!"

"I'm not letting you take Sky-Soarer away! Since nobody appreciates the stuff I do, I don't need anybody, and I don't need you!" He floors it, and manages to escape right before the hatch closes.

Shiro slows down and skids Crys-Whiter to a halt so he doesn't crash into the closed hatch. "Sora, you're in so much trouble when you get home!" He muttered intensely.

The sliding doors open, and in walks Gray holding a bunch of snacks in his arms. "Hello everyone, is there anything I missed?"

Everyone stared at him in disbelief until Polka answered. "A whole lockdown alarm apparently."

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[In the sky above the wooded area]

"Dang it! How could my own dad betray me like this?! I can't believe him! Well screw him, screw everyone! I don't them! I don't need anyone! I can do everything by myself!" Sora fumed to himself.

Little did he know, he was being watched through one of Dark Desire's dark powers (the power to see the biidaman she feels rage from). "Poor little hero, betrayed by your own family and friends, how upsetting." She makes the image before her dissipate, then chuckles. "Not to worry though, young one, I can grant you what you need to be the hero you desire to be."

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[In Biida Park]

Sora takes a deep breath, then sighs as he's laying on the grass near the edge of a pond, staring up at the sky that's as blue as him. He tried searching around the city for anyone to help or bad guys to be stopped, but none of that seemed to be happening, not right now anyway, surely someone is gonna need his help soon enough, even a helping a nekoron down from a tree will suffice, anything to relieve this boredom. He almost wished the Devil siblings would start trouble again, just to have something to do. He sure wished he could go back home and get his handheld consoles, but there's no way he's risking getting Sky-Soarer getting taken away. He groaned. "Uggggh, sooooo booooored."

He sat up, and started playing with his reflection on the water, making his reflection warble and distort. "This is so lame. Nobody needs help, and no bad guys needing to get their butt-kicked, nobody needs a hero right now." He sighed once again. "Not even a nekoron needs my help. Being bored is lame."

In the shadows of the nearby trees, he was being spied on by Dark Desire, she chuckled softly as she put on a disguise. "The little one sure seems bored. He could use someone to talk to." She lifts up a picnic basket that contains a slice of seemingly ordinary chocolate cake. "And maybe a little treat." She giggled darkly, then emerged from the shadows and approached to the bored boy.

Sora kept messing around with his reflection until he saw someone else within it. "Huh?" He turned to the guest to find a pretty looking blue-violet lady with raven hair, a nice dress, and holding an average picnic basket. Something felt off about this lady, but he couldn't think of why she was giving him a weird vibe, she looked totally normal. Maybe it's the boredom getting to his head. "Oh, hey."

"Hello little one." She spoke softly. "Are you lost?"

"Nah, not really. I'm just chilling here, by myself, and bored out of my mind." He replied.

"I see. Hold on, aren't you perhaps Sorabon?" She inquired.

"Um, yeah. You know who I am?" Sora questioned as he scratched his head.

"Of course I do! I've heard so many good things about you!" She exclaimed.

Hearing that did cheer Sora up a bit. He puts his hands on his hips and speaks proudly. "Heh, I don't see how you wouldn't have heard about me. I am a great hero after all." He then frowned, folded his arms, glanced aside, and grumbles. "My dad and friends don't think so though..."

"They don't? Why not?" She asks.

Sora began ranting and gesturing wildly. "Because I "apparently" blew up Porukabon! It wasn't even my fault! He got in the way of my charged shot, now my dad wants to take my heroing privileges away by taking away my main heroing tool, Sky-Soarer even though I stopped the bad guys! It's so lame!"

"Oh my, they don't sound like they're appreciative of you efforts." She stated.

"I know!" Sora shouted before folding his arms and grumbled.

"Hmm." She pretends to be in thought. "If they don't appreciate what you do for them, maybe you should start doing hero stuff on your own."

"That's what I'm planning." He gazed back to his reflection in the water. "But there's literally no trouble going on in the city right now."

She puts a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure someone is going to need a hand soon enough." She spoke reassuringly.

A stomach growling can be heard, making Sora blush alittle and pat his stomach. "Ah ha, sorry, I haven't had lunch yet."

She opens her picnic basket, then takes out the slice of cake to offer it to Sora. "I have some leftover chocolate cake from earlier, do you want it?"

Sora perks upon seeing the cake. "Do I want it?! Of course I do!" He eagerly takes the cake and scarfs the whole thing down. "Mmmm!" He cleans off the frosting and crumbs stuck to his fingers. "That was really good! Thank you!"

"Glad you like it, Sorabon." She says while smiling.

It wasn't long after eating the cake that Sora began feeling strange. "Why am I feeling weird?" He held his sides as his stomach started to hurt. "I'm not feeling so good..." He groaned as his head started to hurt too, and winces as he kneels into a fetal position. "What was in that cake?! It must've been expired or something!"

Dark Desire grinned as her plan worked, and it went so smoothly. She knew Sora was too much of a goody-two-shoes to try and corrupt him on her own, but knew what to say to get him riled up, the cake slice imbued with one of her Hearts of Darkness just provided the assurance of corrupting him easily.

Sora can feel his mind getting clouded, and his anger growing, he had no idea what was happening to him, but he was powerless to stop it. Soon enough, the pain died down, and he went silent.

"My dear Sorabon, may you look at me please?" She asked in a sickly sweet voice.

Without objection, Sora removes his hands from his sides to lift himself up and meet her gaze, his eyes are a dark purple and lacked shine, and his biidama had changed to purple as well. He stared at her with an angry blank stare. "Good boy. Now, you said you desire to be a hero, yes?"

He nods. "Yes ma'am..." He answered monotonously.

"And you want to do it solo, yes?" She inquired.

Sora nods once more. "Yes ma'am..."

"I can help you achieve your desire," She rests a hand under his chin. "but you have to listen to what I say, understand?"

He nods one more time. "Yes ma'am..."

She chuckles. "Good."

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[Meanwhile...]

Tiiru, Tosukana, and Polka and their mechs (Polka in the Biida-Dolphin) had met up outside the lab. Each of them had split up in search of Sora after the base's lockdown lifted, while Shiro stayed behind to… let off steam.

"Any sign of him?" Tosukana asks the two.

"Nope, even checked the outskirts, didn't find 'im." Polka answered.

"I checked at his favorite restaurant, Factory of Cake, and I didn't even find him there." Tiiru filled in, then lifted up a plate with a green slice of cake on it. "I did find this tasty Matcha Cheesecake though!" They use a spoon to scoop some up and put it in their mouth. "Mmm! So good!"

Polka facepalms, then, in true anime fashion, he's comically leaning through the Biida-Dolphin's window practically phasing through it, flailing his arms and yelling at Tiiru. "Tiirubon, we were supposed to be looking for Sorabon, not munching on delectables!"

Tiiru shrunk in their seat as he shouted at them. "Aaah! Sorry! I got hungry!"

He stops flailing to hold a hand under his chin. "I do have a question though. Do they sell Lemon Cheesecake there?"

Tiiru blinks. "Um, yes..?"

Polka pulls out a notepad and writes something down. "Oooh, remind me to go there later." 

"Focus you two!" Tosukana shouted, his head has gotten comically large, startling the both of them.

"GAH!" They both yelp.

"We searched all around the city, and none of us found a trace of him!" Tosukana expression softens. "This is not usual of him to simply vanish."

"Ya don't think he left the city?" Polka questioned, back within the Biida-Dolphin.

"Biida City is Sorabon's home, he wouldn't just leave the city where he's comfortable." Tiiru states.

"Tiirubon's right." Tosukana confirmed. "Sorabon wouldn't leave Biida City behind without a reason, and he did say he swears he will protect the city once he became an official Jr. Cop."

"Yeah, I guess that's true, but even still," Polka raises a clenched fist. "he better not've left the city, I still have a bone to pick with him!"

The three's telecommunication devices go off. "Shirobon-san's calling us." Tosukana told aloud.

"We can read, Captain Obvious." Polka said sarcastically before Shiro showed up on the three's telecom screens.

"Have you three found him yet?" Shiro asked in a firm voice.

"Depends if you are done fuming." Polka quipped, rather annoyed.

"No sir, no luck. We checked everywhere, even at his favorite places, but didn't find him. He didn't even show up on our radars." Tosukana told him.

Shiro expression softens. "You couldn't find him..?" He gazes downward. "But how..? He never strays too far from the city..." The base's alarms start going off. "What the- the city's being attacked?! This isn't the time for this!" He groans. "Kids, one of the Neo Musketeers is attacking downtown, you need to stop them!"

Polka groans. "Again?!"

"But what about Sorabon?!" Tosukana questioned.

After a brief pause, a thought comes to Shiro. "Don't worry about him, knowing him, I strongly believe he's going to be there to try and stop them! If he does show up, try to convince him to come home once everything's taken care of!"

Tosukana nodded. "Roger that, sir!"

"Who's Roger?" Tiiru questioned.

"It means got it, understood, etc., not a person, Ti. Didn't ya hear your dad say it before?" Polka affirmed.

"Ohhhhh. Now that I think about it, yes I did." Tiiru responded.

"Guys, we need to go!" Tosukana ordered.

"Oh! Right!" Polka and Tiiru say in unison.

"Good luck you three!" Shiro then disappears from the telecom screen, and the three take off to the city. Shiro sighs. "And please bring Sora home..."

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[Downtown Biida City]

Tyrantula indiscriminately fires off shots every which way, damaging nearby buildings and watches the people running away in fear. "Hahahaaa!" Lucifer cackled. "That's right! Run! Run like the scared little bugs you are!"

"Stop right there, Loserfer!" Hearing the voice, Lucifer turned in time to see the transformed Sky-Soarer land nearby, then pointed at him. "I won't let you keep causing harm to these innocent people!"

"If it isn't the little hero." Lucifer mocked. "Where are you little comrades, hmm?"

"I'm taking you on solo! I don't need anyone's help to defeat you again!" Sora proclaimed.

"Really?" Lucifer scoffs. "Tsk, I'd like to see you try, Pipsqueak!"

Sora charges up his shot, then immediately fires it. "DOUBLE WIND SHOOT!" Two strong gusts of wind shoot from the Biida Cannons. 

Lucifer had not expected his charged shots to take so little time. He has no time to even try getting away as he is swiftly swept up by the gusts of wind and gets blown up into the sky. "NOT AGAAAAAIN!" He screamed until he disappeared.

The citizens cheered over Sora's victory. By the time Tosukana, Tiiru, and Polka arrived at the scene (Tosukana and Tiiru having transformed in advance to prepare for the battle), the threat was already dealt with.

"The problem's already taken care of?" Tiiru asked, bewildered.

"Meh, whatever, at least we found Sorabon." Polka states before calling out to him once the group was close enough. "Hey, Sorabon!"

The moment he heard his voice, Sky-Soarer turned his head, gave the three a glare, then flew off, surprising the three. "What the- Hey! Get back here!" Polka yelled as the trio took off after him.

"Sorabon, Sorabon! Please slow down, Sorabon!" Tosukana called out as the group caught up to him, surrounding him in a triangle formation.

Sora growled as he glanced at them one at a time. "Stop following me!"

"We just want to talk!" Tiiru spoke up.

"We don't need to talk, and I don't need you guys!" Sora snarled, then zoomed away very quickly, the speed of his boost caused the trio to spin out uncontrollably. They all screamed as they spun like frisbees until they crashed to the ground.

They all groan. After a bit, the driver's side door of the Biida-Dolphin opens, and Polka helps himself out with a crutch, coughing as the air bag that deployed upon crashing knocked the wind out of him. "That *cough* air bag knocked the air out of me. *cough* At least I didn't get hurt anymore than I already am." He stares up at the sky to see Sky-Soarer zooming away overhead. "Grr, that little PUNK!" He stomps his foot with his good leg. "When I get ahold of him, I'm going to give him a piece of my GODDAMN MIND!"

Tuscan-Dragon sits up and rubs head. "Polka, language please."

Polka grumbled and looked aside. "Sorry."

Tosukana sighs. "At this rate, we can't catch up to him."

"What do you suppose we do now?" Polka asked.

"I guess we just head back to base and figure out our next course of action." Tosukana suggested.

Polka shrugs. "I don't see any other option at this point." He turns to Tiiru. "What do you think, Ti-" He stops when he sees Tenacious-Tealer stuck half-way into the ground, kicking their legs around fruitlessly to free themself as Tiiru's muffled shouting is heard from underground. Sweat drops appear on the duo's heads.

Tuscan-Dragon stands up and goes to help pull them out. "I'll get them out."

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[Back at the base]

"So you found him, but he got away..." Shiro summed up after getting told what happened.

"Unfortunately. We told him we just wanted to talk, but he didn't want to listen." Tosukana said solemnly

"AND he then he made us spin out and crash after telling us he doesn't need us! The little jerk!" Polka added.

"He did that, huh..?" Shiro sighs. "I'm sorry kids, this is my fault. I shouldn't have grounded him."

"It's not your fault, Shirobon-san." Tosukana reassured.

"Yeah, Sora's just actin' like a privileged rich brat." Polka turned to Tiiru. "No offense, Tiirubon."

"None taken..." They say while giving him the side-eye.

"Anyway, you were doing the right thing as a parent, Sorabon was being full of himself, he needed to be knocked down a peg." Tosukana reassured once more. "If I acted like that, my mom would've done the same thing."

"Oh I know she would've." Shiro muttered to himself while looking aside, knowing exactly how Akabon is. He shifted his gaze back to the three. "The next time there's an attack, I'm coming along with you three. Sorabon really needs a talking to." 

"Oh man you have no idea." Polka whispered to himself.

The alarms start going off. "Well speak of the devil!" Shiro rushes to the monitor and turns it on. 

"Another attack already?!" Tiiru shouts.

"Yes! The Menacing-Moth is attacking near the coastal area of the city!" Shiro turns to the three. "Sorabon's likely going to come try and stop them! Let's go!"

"Yes sir!" The kids shout in unison.

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[Near the City's Coast]

Shiro and the others rush to the scene, all (except Polka) are transformed for battle, but like before, by the time they arrive, everything was taken care of.

"Huh?" Shiro utters as he and the rest of the group slow to a halt near a crowd.

Tiiru blinks. "Again? Already?"

"He works fast, I'll give him that," Polka admitted. "but he's still a jerk."

"Look over there." Tuscan-Dragon pointed to the middle of the crowd to a short biidaman wearing a cool looking jacket and sunglasses getting interviewed by Newsbon, and squints for a better look. "Is that..."

"Sorabon??" Shiro utters in disbelief.

"That's Sorabon?" Polka questioned.

"What is he wearing?!" Tiiru comments. "That jacket with those sunglasses? He thinks they make him look cool, but they look so tacky!"

Polka spoke in a "seriously?" tone. "Ti, commenting on what he's wearing shouldn't be your main concern right now..."

Shiro transforms back to normal and gets off his mech. "Regardless, we need to talk to him, come on." Shiro starts walking through the crowd, the remaining three land nearby, Tiiru and Tosukana transform back as well, help Polka out of the Biida-Dolphin, then follow suit.

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"Another swift victory from our hero, Sorabon!" Newsbon announced to the camera. "He managed stop not one, but two of those Devilish troublemakers with quick ease!" 

Sora stood proudly. "Heh, it was no problem. All in a hero's days work."

He holds the mic out for Sora. "Say Sorabon, would you mind telling us your secret to a speedy victory?"

"It would be my pleasure, Newsbon." Sora takes the mic from his hand, right as Shiro and the others make it through the crowd, and now they can see him more clearly. "A hero like me normally wouldn't tell their secrets, but I will say this: I realized I was being held back, and after leaving those that were a lame burden on my shoulders, I've gotten so much stronger! It was like night and day! I should have flown solo a long time ago!"

The four got understandably upset when they heard him say that. Tiiru, Tosukana, and Polka spoke one after another, going up in volume after the other. "Did he just call us-" "-a lame burden-" "-on HIS shoulders?!" Polka clenched his fists and growled. "Why that little..."

"Alright, that is enough!" Shiro announced and approaches Sora, the rest of the group following suit.

When Sora heard his voice, he turned and gave him a glare, then turned to Newsbon. "Sorry Newsy, but I'm gonna have to cut this interview short." He then turned to the camera. "Stop rolling." He tries walking away after handing the mic back to Newsbon.

"Oh no you don't!" Shiro grabs him by the wrist. "You're not going anywhere this time!"

"Hey!" He tries to free himself from his grip. "Let go of me!"

"No, we're going home this instant!" He starts dragging Sora to the Biida-Dolphin as he resists. "Once we get back, you are in so much trouble, young man!"

"No! I'm not. Going. BACK!" He manages to yank himself free from Shiro's grip, but he did so so hard, his sunglasses flew off his face. Immediately, he went to go pick them up, and found one of the lens had cracked. Sora turned to his father, giving him the most hateful glare he could make, and spoke darkly. "Look what you've DONE!"

His son giving him that glare took Shiro aback, never has he seen Sora glare at him with such venom in his eyes, same with his voice. He couldn't think of what to say back.

"You RUINED THEM!" Sora bellowed.

"They looked tacky anyway." Chimed Tiiru.

"Ti, shut up!" Polka whispered harshly.

"Sorabon, what's gotten into you?!" Shiro finally snapped back. "I understand you're upset over getting grounded, but this behavior is not acceptable!"

"So what?! I don't need your approval!" He retorted. "And this is not just about getting grounded, this is about you threatening to take away my only tool that can allow me to be a hero and stop bad guys!"

"There's more to being a hero than just stopping bad guys, Sora! Heroes also work together with their allies and make sure they don't get hit by friendly fire, and they hold themselves accountable if they attack an ally by accident! I wasn't going to take Sky-Soarer away for no reason, I was taking it away due to you not doing what I just explained! Since you refuse to take responsibility, you're not going to get it back until you realize what you did was not acceptable!" Lectured Shiro.

The more his dad went on and on, the more and more furious Sora got. He shouldn't have to take responsibility for something Polka did! It's his own freaking fault he got in his way! When he said Sora wasn't going to be getting Sky-Soarer back until he realized he was in the wrong, he heard enough, and screamed. "SHUT. UUUUUP!!!"

Everyone is stunned into silence until Sora continued. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU TELLING ME I'M IN THE WRONG! I ALREADY TOLD YOU, I DON'T NEED YOU!" He looks Shiro right in the eyes as he said this last thing. "I HATE YOU! YOU LOT DO ME A FAVOR, AND STAY OUT OF MY WAY!" With that Sora storms off, leaving Shiro standing there, quiet.

"H-Hey! Sorabon!" Tosukana called after him.

"Get your freaking butt back here you little b-!" Polka gets stopped by Shiro.

"Let him go..." He told softly.

"What? But Shirobon-san, he's getting away!" Polka tried to argue, but Shiro didn't look at him, instead, he turned around, and started heading back to Crys-Whiter with his head lowered. "Shirobon-san..?"

He stopped to glance at the three. "We're heading back to the base. There isn't much more we can do now..." He continued on his way.

Polka, Tosukana, and Tiiru watch him sulk away, then they all look at eachother, sharing the same concerned look, and follow him after a moment of silence. The crowd of people that watched the scene unfold all dispersed, and went about their day to move on from the awkwardness.

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ekrjhak i lov eu and to further enable you: ur thoughts on blue, gansey, ronan and adam and henry? and their group dynamic????? 👀👀👀

Wow this took me ages sorry dfjfhd. Claire... u enable me too much these are my onions <3. Under a cut because I went. overboard :3. I’m probably going to have to shorten this I don’t know if tumblr will even let me post something this long dkshjfhg. (Also I wrote half of this in word so if there’s proper capitalization in places that’s why, don’t let it cloud my image as a cool, laid-back bitch that doesn’t care for grammar.)

i’m starting individually then moving onto group dynamics heh

blue i like blue but it did take a bit of growing on me djjdjhjss. i like her a lot bc i relate to her a lot, but i do think there was a lot of room for improvement. she said she wanted to see the world and make it better but how exactly.. is that a roadtrip? i mean i guess it’s a start in a way, but i think it would’ve been much better if we saw her join an activist organization.. volunteer for a non-profit or something. Also her misguided feminism ah! But I can be a bit more lenient with that bc she was still very young when the series ended so. Also she was revealed to be part tree and then like. Nothing substantial came of it? idk

Ganseyboy! I have to be honest my.. fave uwu. There is a Lot of room for improvement  but I just. Optimist!! insecurities :( also he KNEW he was gonna d*e I’m. sad. Anyway like I said a lot of room for improvement as in like.. not everything is about you king <3 also he needs more… idk I don’t wanna say empathy bc i think that’s something different but like. He needs to realise that what he thinks is best isn’t gonna be the way everyone deals with something, if that makes sense? Like basically the “how do you know what’s good for me?” “THAT’S MY OPINIOOONNNNN!!” vine. THAT SAID I love him so much.. he held up the mouse to his face! And smiled!! mon dieu.. when he made bird jokes to make adam laugh… “am I in your dreams?” AH! In a way, blue and gansey are sons of the same gun: I love them both but there could be more done with them tbh. But I have a lot of fun with Fansey, a.k.a: fatima gansey. Kind of like fanon gansey except no one’s opinion matters besides mine <3 (basically it’s  the *aggressively kicks off shoes* “yee haw”, parts of gansey, and then me giving him the arc he deserves) maybe we could sum it up to “ma’am that’s my emotional support projection character” but like. That’s my business.

ADAM! Previous endorsements include: “might fuck around and become an adam parrish stan account.” “I’ve only had adam for a day and a half but if anything happened to him I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.” “I go :D whenever I see it’s an adam chapter” (these are more or less verbatim from my previous posts.) that said, I don’t have many fully formed thoughts because I uhhh don’t remember the books that well and also I repress the adam chapters bc they hit too close oops :). tbh I don’t have many complaints at all heh. That’s not to say he doesn’t have flaws but a) I will excuse them because he’s justified, adam does anything problematique and I’m like he can have a little murder. As a treat. and b) I genuinely loved his arc so. No complaints for real!! Also.. adam realising he is capable of loving and being loved…. *kermit meme* I have nearly teared up while writing this. :( one more half baked thought: trc having being “known” as a mark of being loved but then adam being like “i am unknowable” and then there was a moment of him with ronan like “how foolish of him to think he was unknowable”.... *kermit hearts meme intensifies*

RONAN O CLOCK to be honest. I. don’t have any meta or complaints I just love him. I love him a LOT okay.. very much. Big love. Sharp edges tough guy but he names his dream animals chainsaw and gasoline and has a pooping blanket for chainsaw… I can’t remember the quote but that but in cdth where he was like the point is dreamer or not if people are going to get hurt I’m going to stop it… Much to think about. HIS GROWTH. IN THE DREAM THIEVES wow can you believe I read him in TRB and was like ‘I don’t care for him’ ddhfjdhf and then in the dream thieves I’m like.. I have rescinded all previous callouts of ronan lynch. Oops. HE LOVES HIS FRIENDS SO MUCH oh my gosh. Ronan just… he has so much range for feeling!! he feels so much!!! I love that about him so much omg

Henry. Ah. This is where we get kind of controversial jdhjdfh I’m sorry but. I’m going to be honest I like him well enough as a character but I don’t care for him much I’m sorry I just. It’s because he was introduced so late. And only became an important character towards like.. the last half of TRK? I mean, I’d have loved him if he was introduced earlier, hell at least have him come into play in BLLB. The issues I have with him isn’t because of anything about him as a character though, I think it’s all about the way he was handled. I think because he came in so late, there just wasn’t enough time to do justice to the depth that he had, or give him an arc or anything, or enough time to connect with him. Also a part of me feels like he was in there just to kind of tie up Blue and Gansey’s stories and give them something to do after the end of TRK (which sucks because like… making your only canon POC being primarily to develop/give your white characters storylines… (blue isn’t white in my mind but like she was written “colorblind” and when that happens it usually means the author viewed them as white at least in the beginning jhfhgfj. but i don’t remember it too well so if i’m wrong lmk please!)). But probably my biggest problem is: I couldn’t help get the vibe that MS was facing criticism for the lack of diversity and so decided to bring in an asian character. Like, I feel that way bc he came in so late, and because of that he was so half-baked I’m.. gah. GAH. That’s unfair maybe henry is a cool dude hdhfg but I just can’t warm up to him because of this :/

Group dynamics!! With the gangsey I have to *sobs* I love them so much I’m.. what a strange constellation they all were <3

blue and ronan!! BROnan amirite… omg. That moment when blue nearly slips and ronan immediately catches n holds on to her… she would have to remember that :( sons of the same gun. Best friends!

Blue and adam.. gah. As friends it really goes hard. Get you someone who will stab you if you fall too deep into the nether-realm <3 but uhh. As dates. YIKES. Blue really just. Kissed noah while dating him. And didn’t even think for a second “I have a bf” :( not very cool of her to tell gansey about the kiss curse but not telling adam which I mean, I know that happened to show that they weren’t a good match but. Still yikes. Blue was lowkey cheating on adam the whole time during tdt huh :( also bro I am number one stan of the “I wish you could be kissed jane” scene but it happened literally RIGHT AFTER she broke up with adam I’m. relax <3. I wish that was kind of addressed but meh, overall it doesn’t bother me too much. I think they’re great friends :)

Ronan and adam… I can’t talk about it too much. I really can’t!! I really really can’t! the fact that adam goes to gansey like what is love and gansey is like she makes me quiet… and then adam is like “he was so still inside”.. :( omg the bit during trb when ronan is going on a swearing tirade and adam is like “they didn’t start making the civic until ‘73 <3” what a JACKASS I love him. Second secret!! --okay! Wait I have to say: while this one is not really a big deal compared to all their other moments, my favourite quote is “ and he realised that while he’d been looking at ronan, ronan had been looking at him” :uwu face:

Blue and gansey: :3 :33333 maybe it’s the muslim but I really like the tragedy of not being able to kiss :( I would beg just one off you! Under all this! Maybe I’m crying because of the inherent romantic-ness of the night sky with all its stars and late night drives :( wow I love them. Also i know most people find it annoying but I personally love the “I’m never gonna fall for this person” *fast forward to getting to know each other* “ahahah. :) I have rescinded all callouts of ____. she is now my girlfriend (long story)” (not to be confused with enemies to lovers <3 (not to be confused with enemies to friends to lovers <3)) also they can kiss now thank you very much.

Okay I will just preface this with: gansey’s relationships with both ronan and adam have the “how do you know what’s good for me” element to them so I don’t have to address it later hdfgjlfj but bro they love each other so much I’m… “dream me the world… something new for ever night” you’re leaving for TWO DAYS.. gansey gave up monmouth omg what became of that I really forgot khffhk did he get it back. I don’t even need to elaborate on ronan, “ronan would do anything for gansey” :(

ADAM AND GANSEY I been WAITNG for this one! Turn it up! Bro if you saw the whole face I made when I realised it was time for this kdhfhfkhu this is so loaded despite the fact that I cant articulate it <3 the.. idk what to call them. Parallels? Foils? I didn’t take lit sorry but he RANGE we could have had there… remember when gansey was shocked in trk bc :0 you guys came with me and also “they had run for him”. bro their whole relationship had so much. Tension because of their different backgrounds and fundamentally different outlooks because of their backgrounds, and I think if we had seen them properly connect then both of them could have grown from that. I know we see adam understanding gansey a bit better I don’t remember when that happened but I know it did at some point hhdsf but gansey.. never does! Huff and puff. It’s really so FRUSTRATING to me bc that could have key development for gansey but also for adam and gansey’s relationship. And also I feel like we didn’t.. see them try either? Which is so frustrating like idk if it’s a fault on stiefvater’s part or just with YA lit in general that platonic relationships are kind of ignored. Or maybe it’s because idk I remember ms saying she had a lot of issues while writing trk.. but still. We could have really had it all but instead I have to live with “don’t break him adam” I’m (: ok but now I must lighten the mood hjsdhf so might I add: when one of them sees the principal in his crazy funky junky hat and goes “yee haw”… when gansey is like :DDD hey ADAM guess WHAT and adam is like ? and gansey is like oh it was a fully casual problem with the ALTERNATOR of my car of COURSE it was the alternator, it was really simple and I fixed it with much ease :D and adam is like :’D felt like the had hatched a baby bird.. my uwus. ADAM! give me an idea! ALSO if anyone will allow me to venture into adansey territory…. the fact that adam is cabeswater’s magician and gansey now.. is cabeswater in a way. MUCH to think about. I still spend a lot of time thinking about the dryad au the problem is I have never been to progress past the “vague concept” stage of stories and this is why I don’t write dhfjhfdhf. But yes. I think about it often :3

i also like the henry with the gang, i think it could work really well but once again it wasn’t given the time for me to really see it :( also. ronan being racist. and adam laughing along with that. why was that included, ms turn on your location i just wanna talk

okay once again thank you for enabling me claire and i’m so sorry for this monster dsjkhfjkdhg