#it makes sense that she would be the type of idol with a short training period

[stcalcr]

helloooo im back to be annoying with my questions JDHGHA been thinking about reyes' sister since she was mentioned SO do they still speak? and does she still think about being an idol or wonder what could have been? also a lil curious why she had to leave but reyes could still continue to train like was that her choice or were there other factors involved?? tyyy 🤓

HIIIII ur not annoying at all, i love ur questions sm actually <3

i'm going to split this up into a few parts for each question so hopefully that's easier! otherwise it'd be messy so </3

all the questions are answered under the cut, the final one is very lengthy!

do they still speak?

yes they do still speak! they're as close as ever. i may have made it not seem like they were, my fault. but they are very close, always have & always will be. in a way, his sister is also like a parental figure to him so it'd take a lot for them to drift away from each other, if that ever even happened.

does she still think abt being an idol or wonder what could have been?

i think when reyes did first debut, yes, she would often think if she should go back and train because they were stable again but she never did. eventually it did slip her mind all together, she has a job and she's satisfied with where she is now and i don't think she'd want to go through all that just to maybe not succeed now.

final question!

she didn't have to leave at all actually. it was purely her choice that she made in that moment even though the choice was made because of other factors. the biggest factor was their parents, short and simple!

their parents were actually the type of parents to plan out their children's whole life for them as soon as they are born. they had their careers picked out, their schools picked out, everything! so when their two kids came to them asking to be idols, almost completely ignoring the plans they had made?? biggest no ever! no hesitation at all. and if it helps at all, their parents were both high-up doctors in spain and wanted both of them to follow in their footsteps so, yeah.

but, she didn't really like the no answer at all. it was her and her brother's dream now to become idols on a stage, performing, and everything so she sent in a few audition tapes to a few different companies and after a few weeks, they were both accepted into jyp and they got a free flight out to south korea. to say that their parents were disappointed was an understatement, therefore, they refused to help their children at all, didn't send money, didn't help with food, nothing.

for the first few months they were able to barely get by and everything so eventually once they got less and less help from the company she decided to quit training. and honestly that whole decision probably caused the biggest fight between the two siblings that they have ever had. after she quit she picked up several jobs, she was eventually able to get them a small apartment and she was able to make sure they were stable with everything that they need. so that's why she quit, she had to provide for them because their parents wouldn't.

( not mentioned or really imporant but reyes and his sister are each others rocks, really. ever since they were young and even still, they are always there for each other whenever the other one needs anything. i did mention that reyes see's her as a parental figure too and that's because she took a big part in raising him, they have an eight year age difference and their parents were rarely home when they were young so! )

yapfest #2884 - hopefully you wanted a longer answer if not then my apologies! but thank you sm for your questions, really, they're so great! also my apologies if some of it didn't make sense, feel free to send in more questions if you need anything to be cleared up!!

[hazbinbossbrainrot]

Tilla Melody Junior Buckzo (OC)

VO: Clare Bowen (speaking)

Scott Bradlee (singing)

Idols:

• Verosika Mayday

* to Blitz’s disapproval; automatically making T.J. pretend to hate his ex-girlfriend as fan / common interest connection with her father (😈)

• Sallie May (role model for transgenders and godaunt)

• Jessica Rabbit (from Who Framed Roger Rabbit)

• Tilla Buckzo (Sr) (Blitz and Barbie’s mama/sister)

• Beelzebub

Flaws:

From Stolas:

• Tallness >>> it can be difficult entering certain places (so pretty much a similar problem Stolas has — T.J. is only 8ft tall not 12 ft tall LMAO — when it comes to small spaces 😂)

• Social intelligence >>> when in enraged state she can't grasp logicality of the situation and would rather swear and insult people about it

• Angelic weapons >>> since T.J. IS a royal, she would be vulnerable to things like:

* Carmine-Crafted-Blessing-Tipped-Rifle (🔫)

Blessed Revolvers with holy bullets

* Blessed Rope (other)

* Blessed Knife (💥)

Unnamed swords

Unnamed spears

• Bad liar

From Blitz:

• Special interest / obsession >>> pirates (which is on the same level as her father’s passion for horses and could easily affect her surroundings, especially work)

• Fire >>> due to being half imp; T.J.’s still vulnerable to fire and can only withstand it for short amounts of time

• Being electrocuted by D.H.O.R.K.S agents (when tranquillisers don't work)

• Suicidal ideation (developed)

* Discovered in the Sterosika RP for the amount overloaded emotionalism

• Anxiety

* Stage fright (canonically confirmed in 2×02)

• Emotional eater & drinker 🍔🍺

• Dyslexic (confirmed)

• Quick-tempered

• Promiscuity

• ADHD

From both parents:

• Alcoholic

* Blitz = Horny & vulnerable (emotionally)

Type: Emotional

* Stolas = Blackout drunk 😵‍💫

Type: Determinant

• Height problems >>> depends on the context

• Smoker

• Autism

Strengths:

• Being tall >>> T.J. can reach certain areas other (shorter) people cannot

* And probably could run faster as opposed to someone with shorter legs

• Semi-immune to tranquillisers (influenced and trained by Blitz)

• Charismatic features >>> could probably win her way out of a situation by flirting with someone (using her hybrid characteristics for certain situations)

From Blitz:

• Can use her horns as weapons (ie: Blitz using his horns to get out of the van in 2x02)

• Strong sense of smell (especially after a sinner had just died)

• Can read body language (?)

• Weapon expertise

• Strength

• Speed

From Stolas:

• Knowledgeable if she has a keen interest in something (particularly if it comes to I.M.P and its weaponry then again thus could also be influenced by Moxxie as well 😂)

• Logicality (something that couldn’t come from Blitz by himself; so it’s gotta be part of Stolas 😂)

• Goetian demonic form (so pretty much the same as Stolas in “Truth Seekers”)

• Can read runes of the grimoire and perform spells (as any other Goetia can)

• Reading (if she prints it out in bold letters she can read it despite her dyslexia)

• Social intelligence >>> when in a calmed state

• Extraordinary owl hearing

From both parents:

• Authoritative

* Although Stolas is more kinder than Blitz would be (depending on the person/situation and if its anything like 1x06; which is a different story)

• Alcoholic

* Blitz = emotionally (1x08)

* Stolas = determinant

• Vulnerability (?)

• Promiscuity 💕

• Night vision

Basics:

Ages:

20 years old (standard)

Tixel (RP):

20 years old >>> (Chapter 1: The Bet)

23 years old >>> (Chapter 2: The Outcast)

29 years old >>> (Chapter 3: Dead to Me)

40 years old >>> (Chapter 9: The Crosshairs)

Species:

• Human (disguise)

* Now learnt after 10 years 😈

• Demon (hybrid):

* Succubi (via Tilla >>> theorised)

* Hellhound (Loona; at heart)

* Owl (Stolas)

* Imp (Blitz)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Relationship Type: Polyamorous

Type: Commoners

* Like father (Stolas) like daughter 😂

Type of Sex: Love making (gentle)

Height: 8ft tall

* halfway point between Stolas (who is 5ft taller) and Blitz (who is 4ft shorter than T.J.)

Sex:

Male (AMAB)

Female (surgically)

Ringtones:

I.M.P jingle >>> Blitz (work)

You Will Be Okay >>> Stolas

Family Portrait >>> Octavia

I Wish Was a Punk Rocker (With Flowers in My Hair) >>> Loona

Residency (🏠):

• Goetia Mansion (standard)

* with Stolitz and her sisters

• Apartment in the human world

Twisted Fate (Blitzika):

• Verosika’s mansion

* With Blitz and her half siblings

Nationality:

• Standard English 🇬🇧 (via Stolas)

• American; Southern 🇺🇸 (via Blitz)

Other:

• American; Texan (via Millie; imprinted)

* Selective phrases ie: “ya'll”

• Russian (via Thunder)

Other:

Identity: Transgender ⚧ (MTF)

Trans name : Tilla “T.J.” Junior

* In honour of Tilla (Sr); aka Blitz & Barbie’s late mother or sister

* also Stolas’s mother or sister-in-law

Deadname(s):

* Lucifer

* Startilla

• A common interest between T.J. & Blitz; they HATE people calling them by their deadname ( 🧬)

Distinctive marks:

• Significant patch, much like Blitz, on the left side of her heart-shaped face

* She had also inherited his splotchy marks

• Scar going down her face where she got clawed by a Hellhound (not Loona, a different one)

Meaning of the name:

Tilla — can be associated with the word titillated which can mean another word for “horny” which makes sense because that was how her dads were connected to begin with

* Not only that but also “Tilla” was the given name of Blitz’s mother’s before she (presumably) died

* Also the name was changed from Lucifer to honour her late grandmother Tilla Buckzo ✝️

Melody — meaning a sweet harmonious sound

Of course her middle name was picked out by Stolas given T.J.‘s musical talents just like her father 🧬

Occupations:

• D.H.O.R.K.S Agent (to her dads confusion on why their daughter would choose such an occupation that involved being Hell’s enemy)

• Advocate for not only LGBTQIA itself but also being the voice for transgenders.

• Princess of the Ars Goetia (standard)

• Part time employee of I.M.P (standard)

• Entertainer at Ozzie’s

* Lounge singer (in the human world)

RPs:

Chaos God (Blitzika)

Factions:

• Tzeentch 🔮

• Khorne (via Blitz) 🩸

• Slaanesh (via Tilla sr) 💕

• Cofounder of I.M.P (Tixel)

* It was supposed to be until Blitz had returned but T.J. had decided she enjoyed being “the boss” — a little too much — and found it hard to demote herself

• Blitz & T.J. wordlessly had agreed to be cofounders of I.M.P; so technically they were both “the boss” until he retired (which should be soonish (TBA) considering his age and how many years it had been since T.J. had been born)

* Princess of Hell >>> via adoption of the Morningstars’ (Sterosika)

Affiliation:

• P.O.P (Pirates of Providence)

Status: Leader of the band

• I.M.P (Immediate Murder Professionals)

Position: Employee (part time) & co-founder

Location: Imp City (Pride Ring)

Tzeentch the “Changer of Ways” (RP)

Location: ???

• Ozzie’s

Position: Employee

Location: Ozzie’s (Lust Ring)

Likes:

• Her dads flirting with each other (Unlike her sisters, she has grown up with accepting same-sex relationships)

• Fauna (which makes sense since Stolas loves plants)

• Going to the human world (despite Blitz protest’s)

• Eating chicken & turkey etc — to her father, Stolas’s, horror

*which IS understandable because they’re birds and T.J. has the same carnivorous appetite as an imp; considering that she is half one 😂

• Verosika’s music (to Blitzo’s chagrin and to T.J.’s confusion)

• Hybridisation; people who are the opposite species of her (inherited from both her paternal parents) 

• People calling her by one out of both of her kind; ie “she’s an owl”

• People referring to AMAB pronouns and deadname

• Mother’s Day (spent with T.J.’s surrogate mother / aunt Millie)

• Hearing her parents love story

* But prefers it to be narrated by Stolas (😂)

• Stolas’s “You Will Be Okay” lullaby

* Used to calm T.J. down when in an enraged state

• Using witticisms on her father (Blitz) and anyone else who is in her way 🤣

* The poor guy has to cop it from both Stolas and T.J. at times (depends what was said)

• Watching RuPaul’s Drag Race with Stolas 😆

• Messing with her (older) sisters

• Rats (as a pet not to eat)

• Waking up by herself

• LGBTQIA+ couples

• TV shows:

* War & violence (via Blitz)

* Soap operas (via Stolas)

* Documentaries

* Period pieces

* Fantasy

* Erotica

* Japanese food 🤭

From Blitz:

• Using the catchphrase “portal up” and “Christ on a stick” she also has the ability to create a portal to somewhere by herself, much like Stolas.

• Annoying people (both inherited and influenced by her; the way T.J. sees how Blitz treats Moxxie 😂)

• Rapping

* Not canonically shown but Brandon Rogers (Blitz’s VA) does have a song called “WAA (WAP parody)”

• Musical theatre

* From both Moxxie (influenced) and Stolas

• Pirates

* To the point of obsession like Blitz is with horses 😂

• Being dominant (for sexual activities)

• Going to Pride Month with her family:

* Blitz (1st dad) 🩷💛💙

* Stolas (2nd dad) 🏳️‍🌈

* Octavia (half sister)

* Loona (adoptive sister)

* M&M (surrogate family) 🩷💜💙

• Calling her Uncle Moxxie “Roxy”

• Voyeurism (with other people)

• Insulting & babying people

• Heavy metal music

* Animals - Nickelback

• Shooting objects

• Iced coffee (😈)

• Wrath Games

• Challenges

From Stolas:

Likes going to Loo Loo Land

Status: Blitz (and co) burnt it to the ground

• Singing potently

* Why Don’t You Do Right? - Amy Irving (Jessica Rabbit)

* Creep - Scott Bradlee ft Haley Reinheart

* Walkin' After Midnight - Pat Cline

* Me and the Devil - Soap&Skin

* My Immortal - Evanescence

* Dark Horse - Katy Perry

* Medusa - Kaia Jette

Other:

* Rapping (via Blitz)

• Star-crossed lovers

* A pair that cannot be together— commonly known for hierarchical reasons ie: her parents “love story” —

• Drinking lots of amounts of tea

* Must be an English thing 🇬🇧

* Also helps her quieten her mind and think logically about a certain situation

• Soap operas

* Most likely the same Hell-a-novela that Stolas watches (similar to how Lucifer (Netflix) and Rory enjoys watching Bones)

• Clowns (much to Blitz’s chagrin)

* To the point where he tried to coax her into having coulrophobia which is a fear of clowns 😂

• Helping with other people’s problems via witchcraft

• Mind puzzles (To strengthen her intelligence

• Studying & working hard

• Astrology

• Poetry

• Magic

Dislikes:

• People back-trashing her family (particularly if it’s comments coming from heteros saying that her parents shouldn’t be together because it’s so unnatural and they’re a different types of demons)

• People mispronouncing her father’s name, Blitzø, and always adding the “o” at the end of it (to most people’s confusion when she gets pissed off about it; when they don’t realise it’s just something she’s picked up on him doing a lot)

• Clowns (via Blitz traumatising her into coulphobia much to Stolas’s annoyance for the reason behind it not necessarily the action 😂)

* coulphobia = fear of clowns

• Eating rats (even though she’s half owl; then again she did get her compassion from Stolas; unless hurt or in danger 😂)

• When people refer to her as ONE of her kind(s) and lacking the word ‘half’ when described “she’s an owl/imp”

• HATES the part of her parents story, where her father (Stolas) got hurt enough to be in hospital in 2x04 💔

• Wally Wackford - for ruining her parents “date” at Ozzie’s and calling Stolas out for sleeping with an imp

• People calling not calling her by her preferred name (like father like daughter 😂)

• Manipulation (which is ironic because she loves doing it to other people 😂)

• Being submissive (sometimes; depending on the situation and her mood)

T.J. VS Tilla Junior (deadname)

Blitz VS Blitzo (deadname/vowel)

• Losing things

* although unlike me T.J. has a finding spell she can conjure up but still finds it annoying. The perks of being a Goetia 😂

• Crossword puzzles

(which Stolas can easily fix by finding alternative ways for T.J. to deal with her dyslexia 🥹)

• Hospitals

* Especially after learning that Stolas had a near death experience one time (2x04)

• People being surprised that she is Blitz’s kid

• I.M.P being associated as “bodyguards”

• Anyone in her inner circle being harmed

• Being referred as “he/him” & “Lucifer”

• Being referred to one of her dads

• Being woken up by force

• Being called a “furry”

• The name “Startilla”

• Homophobic people

• Being ignored

• Criticism

• Drawing

• Therapy

• Bigotry

• Murder

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Family names:

• Mayday (via Verosika - adopted)

* Left on her doorstep as a child on the day of the Extermination Day and Stolitz had to protect their daughter from the angels who wanted to kill T.J.’s hybridity.

• Knowlastname (via M&M - Surrogate)

• Ars Goetia (via Stolas - standard)

* Alongside his husband Blitz

• Buckzo (via Blitz - respectively)

* Raised by himself & her sister Loona

• Howler (via Thunder - adopted)

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Romantic interests:

• Beelzebub (currently)

Status: Sexually attracted >>> to distract herself from T.J.’s feelings of Axel and the hurt behind it

• Axel of the Ars Goetia (OC) (formerly)

• Stuart Price Mayday (OC) (formerly)

• Verosika Mayday (formerly)

• Mitsu Yagami (OC)

• Candy

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Family:

Father 1#: Stolas of the Ars Goetia

Father 2#: Blitz Buckzo

AU: Ars Goetia (via marriage)

(half) Sister: Octavia of the Ars Goetia

Note: They share the same father which is Stolas

(adopted) Sister: Loona Buckzo

Extended family:

(1# paternal) Grandfather: King Paimon of the Ars Goetia

(1# paternal) Grandmother: Queen Octavia (Sr) of the Ars Goetia (✝️)

Numerous of unnamed aunts and uncles aka Stolas’s siblings

(2# paternal) Grandfather: Cash Buckzo

(2# paternal) Grandmother/aunt: Tilla (Sr) Buckzo (✝️)

(2# paternal) Aunt: Barbie Wire

* Blitz’s twin sister

Other

Surrogate uncle / godfather: Moxxie Knolastname

Surrogate / godgrandmother: Mrs Knowlastname (✝️)

Surrogate mother / aunt & godmother: Millie Knolastname

Godgrandmother: Lin

Godaunt: Sallie May

Godfather: Joe

And three other surrogate / godaunts and uncles aka Millie’s unnamed siblings

RPs:

• Axel x T.J. = Tixel

Family motto: Du wirst töten vergessen

Translation: “You remember who you kill”

Husband: Axel of the Ars Goetia

Son: Axel ‘A.J.’ Junior of the Ars Goetia

Deadname: Angel (inspired by Angel Dust)

Daughter: Abria (the “b” is silent) of the Ars Goetia

Vampiric name: Ria (the “a” is silent)

Ex-fiancé / coparent: Rimon Shiv

Daughter: Azrael Shiv (✝️)

Son: Shiv AKA Vish Shiv

Sister-in-law: Lexa Vish

(illegitimate) half Brother: Nikolas Mayday-Buckzo

(half) Sister: Marianne “Mare” Buckzo

(half) Brother: Sylas Sinclaire

Note: All three children have the same father (Blitz)

RP 2#: (Sterosika)

Stuart x Verosika = Sterosika

(adoptive) Sister: Charlie Morningstar Mayday

(adoptive) Mother: Verosika Mayday

(adoptive) Father: Stuart Price (Mayday)

(adoptive) Grandmother: Verushka Mayday

(adoptive) Grandfather: Asmodeus of the Ars Goetia (Mayday) (?)

• Also T.J.’s employer at Ozzie’s

(adoptive) “Aunt”: Chloe Lovelace

(adoptive) Aunt: Mirabelle Lovelace

(adoptive) Aunt: Jocelyn Lovelace

Other:

Lover: Verosika (via Nurgle’s hologram)

*Before Sterosika had adopted T.J.; in a totally new reality

(adoptive) Mother: Lilith Morningstar

(adoptive) Father: Lucifer Morningstar

(adoptive) Sister: Charlie Morningstar Mayday

Status: Disowned by her parents by being adopted by the Maydays

Daughter: Hope of the Ars Goetia (✝️)

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Nicknames:

• Tilla (By Blitz)

* Sweetie

* Dear

* Tils

* Red

• Flowerpod (by Stolas)

* Princess

* Starfire

• My Little Podding (by both dads)

* Tilla Junior (when in trouble)

* Our Little Demon

* T.J. (preferred)

* Teej

• Dominatrix (because the way she likes to be in control of things and also hence her status as ‘Princess’.)

* Tee-JAY (by Bee >>> RP)

* Teej

* T

• Faggot (I hate saying this but what can ya do? Bullies are always going to be bullies, amirite? 🤷🏻‍♀️)

* Stella (to Startilla’s chagrin; enough to want change her name again)

* Four Eyes (by Mare >>> RP)

* Princess (derogatory)

* Grinch / Scrooge Jr

* The Abomination

* Satan Herself

* Dark Horse

* Impish Owl

* Speckles

* Titlate

* Giraffe

* Slut etc

* Patches

* Whore

* Hybrid

* Freak

* Witch

Note: also gets picked on for her dyslexia

RP (Tixel):

• The Hybrid (by Valentino)

• Naevus (by Axel & Blitz) 

• Beetle (by Axel / “Angel)

* Nae

• Blitzo’s Sperm (by Verosika)

* Fuckstain’s Hellspawn

RP 2#: (Sterosika)

• Lucifer (deadnamed by Stuart)

• Tilla (by Blitz when serious)

• The Hybrid (by Valentino)

• Tilla Junior (disrespectful)

• Blitzo’s Little Sperm (by Verosika)

* Satanic Spawn

* Blitzo Jr.

* Junior

* T

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Natural Abilities:

• Promiscuous (times 2x)

* Since both parents are very flirtatious (who have different types of styles):

Stolas = Simp (ongoing)

As shown in 2x04 he’s still seen as OTT when it comes to something Blitz-related (I honestly thought he had a huge character development in 2x02) but luckily it was directed at someone — Striker — other than the latter

At the end of 2x04… I have a suspicion that Stolas won’t be as unrestricted with his horniness considering to protect his already broken heart, yet again and for the last time! He'll have to become platonic with Blitz (canonically)

Blitz = arrogant, seductive, and dominant (sometimes, he’s secretly a switch too, depending on the demon he’s currently fucking 😈)

• Fluff up her feathers due to emotion or an certain reaction to something similar to Stolas (depending what that is whether it’s surprised in 2x01 “The Circus” or arousal in 1x06 “Truth Seekers”)

• Flexible Head - due to her being half owl

• Artistic (in drawing)

• Telepathy

From Stolas:

* Petrification

* Telekinesis

* Reanimation

* Electrokinesis

• Psychic powers:

* Believer of essential oils & crystals

* Tarot card reading

* Medium (👻)

* Empathetic

* Clairvoyant

* Astronomy

I thought this was perfect for T.J., since Stolas’s responsibility is to read the stars (hence his and Octavia’s passion for astronomy ) and botany

Skills:

From Blitz:

• Disguises - Since T.J. is part Goetia, she can naturally have the ability to transform herself into a human Stolas & Loona can.

• Fire resistance

* But because T.J. is half imp she doesn’t have full immunity to fire like Blitz, Millie, or Moxxie do

• Agility - Quite quick on her feet for a owl (the only one of her kind to be able to do that 😂)

• Craftsmanship (assassination)

• Promiscuity

From Stolas:

• Gardening (selectively)

* Specifically if T.J. is upset and wants to calm herself down she can just talk to her father’s carnivorous plants or do something horticultural related

• Witticisms

* Like her father, T.J. enjoys roasting people in a very clever way that was only taught by him

• Musicality

* Pianist (Happy or inspired)

* Violinist (Saddened)

* Singer (Emotive)

<> Like father like daughter

Unique:

• Polyglot

* Russian 🇺🇦 (via Thunder)

* Indian 🇮🇳 (singing)

* Italian 🇮🇹

Blitz-related:

• The Horse Whisper = Can literally talk to horses

(Seriously, why not since she’s Blitz’s kid too, he’d die happy knowing this)

Stolas-related:

• Call of the Siren = just like Aria, T.J. can also lure people in with her melodic voice

* It’s very similar to Verosika’s sexual inducement ability only difference is it’s not sex-based

• Empathy = again, like her daughter, T.J. can replace the negative emotion for a positive one

* Similar to Mantis in Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2.

• Deeply connected to the galaxy and can talk to stars

• Healing abilities through beach water

• Witchcraft

From both parents:

• T.J. can shape shapeshift into other people to prank them or get manipulate them to get what she wants (but knows her limit when to stop specifically if she shifted into one of her parents)

* Stolas can usually detect — with his high IQ — when T.J. does this by asking his “husband” to give him a kiss or make out, which immediately makes T.J. revert back to normal via disgust at the thought

(Blitz, on the other hand, what with his intelligence being lower than Stolas’s, normally falls for T.J.’s pranks)

• Like both of her parents she was enjoys to doodle/paint in her free time (also a good thing to calm her raging mind down, specifically if she’s aggravated)

* This idea had most likely been influenced by Stolas (Ahh… the art — pun intended — of being a good parent 😆)

• Promiscuity

Whilst T.J. can exhort and seduce her way in and out of certain situations — which, obviously, doesn’t apply to her parents when she’s in trouble with them — how if she got them respectively, with a strong intellect she’d shapeshift into the other parent to escape the lecture

• Weaponry

* Golden percussion pistol (handed down by Blitz) Ammo: enchanted bullets etc (via Stolas)

* Call of the Siren - T.J. can use her melodic & sultry voice to draw people in hypnotise or kill them

*Yaka arrow (inspired by Guardians of the Galaxy)

* Hand-to-hand combat

* T.J.'s legions

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Appearance / personality:

Note: She has a striking resemblance to Tilla (sr) in the face, much to Blitz’s delight and (rare) sentimentality

T.J. has avian-like features;

She has a hybridised tail between an imp and an owl. She has two sets of almond-shaped eyes with yellow sclera and red irises (similar to Blitz’s)

Her skin is mottled colours (navy blue and white) from head to toe. She has sharp yellow teeth and a forked tongue. She has markings that go down her eyes (similar to both parents)

She also has Blitz’s signature mark on the left of his face (hey if Moxxie can have the same marks as his mother in 2x03 on his cheek so can T.J.)

Reference only:

Human form:

T.J. has black skin — since Blitz’s voice actor, Brandon Rogers, is actually Filipino and I didn’t want to be racist lol 😅 — with long dark hair; the same as his mother and her grandmother’s

Accessories:

• She wears a Blitz’s red skull charm her neck

* Any sort of I.M.P weaponry

• She likes to keep her grimoire close by her side for the times she feels like doing any sort of magic (mainly for memorabilia than needing it to help her out)

How would you describe Tilla Junior’s personality?

Note: T.J. is 95% of Blitz (primarily) and the other 5% of Stolas (occasionally)

From both parents:

• Hypersensitive (determinant & selective)

* This will depend if T.J. wants to become vulnerable with someone and if she doesn’t feel comfortable, she will automatically go to Blitz’s persona (and maybe even little bit of Stolas’s awkward and stammering 😆)

• Businesslike >>> is sophisticated and has an English accent when she’s either drunk or does it on command to show off that she CAN choose to speak like her father Stolas)

• Promiscuous (hardcore)

* Tends to use her tail as a fan to use in a flirtatious manner, most likely taught by Stolas.

• Dangerous (when hostile)

• Immaturity (on & off)

• Expressive (facial)

• Quick-tempered

• Authoritative

• Maternalism

• Spoilt

• Overconfident & sarcastic

* Blitz = primarily

* Stolas = 2x04 🤣

Hiding spots:

(For when she’s hypersensitive)

• The oak tree that Stolitz(o) layed under as children

• The Milky Way galactic plain

• Walking on the beach

* or singing in front of a small crowd

From Blitz (primarily):

• Foul-mouthed (especially when in a uncontrollable rage and can insult people fluently right off the bat)

• VERY Short-tempered (determinant)

• Lack of boundaries

• Vulnerable (rarely)

• Sarcastic (dry)

• Inappropriate

• Manipulative

• Independent

• Dismissive

• Energetic

• Flirtatious

• Comedic

• Smarmy

• Brusque

• Moody

From Stolas:

• Dangerous - if pissed off (like Stolas in 2x04 with Striker at the sheer mention of Octavia)

* But would it would be 10x worse than Stolas and Blitz could do respectively, considering T.J.’s an assassin AND a powerful Goetia 😬 🫡

• Protective - especially if her friends / family are in endangered (similar to Stolas in 1x06)

• Calm especially when at the beach which has also been heavily influenced by Stolas when in a rage

• Righteous (determinant — to a point because y’know she’s part Blitz’s too 😂)

• Vocal >>> whether she’s singing or after being sexually pleased by someone

• Sophisticated if drunk or doing business

• Compassionate (determinant)

• Hates the feeling of loneliness

• Night owl (likes to sleep in)

• Vulnerable (determinant)

• Hypersensitive

• Determined

• Advocate

• Eccentric

• Curious

• Gullible

Other (M&M)

Heavily imprinted personality and mannerisms from such a young age

Millie Knolastname:

• Ruthless

* To those who also hurt her friends / family (ie: when Millie and Blitz crashed the wedding in 2x03)

• Unsympathetic (towards humans mainly)

• Defensive & dedicated to her work

• Childlike (for Loo Loo Land)

• Strongly opinionated

• Family oriented

• Tough

Moxxie Knolastname:

• Knowledgeable when comes to I.M.P’s weapons

* T.J. can go as so far as to even enchant them with her magic that she had inherited from Stolas

• Passion for theatre and the phantom opera

• Moral compass (from both him & Stolas)

• Professionalism (selective)

[silvanoir]

Key is free (legally!) but not great but has a cool opening

Key: The Metal Idol is a 90s anime that is free several places on the internet (youtube, freevee, tubi, probably elesewhere... I watched it on freevee, which is a place to watch a variety of shows including anime free and legally with only a few ads, not sure if it works outside the US)

Do I recommend it?  well.  No?  The opening, yes.  Loved the song (I watched the English Dub, its different in the original Japanese, I liked the English opening).  It’s going to be in my head for a while.  And there’s a part where the city behind her is turning gears and the train dances like ribbon.  Liked that little part

But uh, it’s for sure from the era where all anime was thought of by Americans to be in 2 categories : “kids cartoons” or “violent sex cartoons” (Key being the latter). There is some real unnecessary “fanservice” and blood shed... I know there is some that fits due to being about robots and men controlling music careers of young women and teenage girls, but some other stuff didn’t need to be there.  I never watched it when it was first brought over in the US (on VHS, I remember seeing it in music stores) because she has stupid anime hair.  But hey, it was free so I gave it a chance this time... [SPOILERS AHEAD!]

The “plot” is that she’s a robot from the country who moves to Tokyo because making 30,000 friends will make her human.  She decides being an idol (pop singer) is the best way to go about this.  How I thought it would go: she has a kind of AI and interacting positively with people will make her more human-like.  How it went : actually she has psychic powers that she suppressed due to trauma of her family dying and convinced herself she is an emotionless robot.

Which is something (minus the powers) that I’ve seen in a better anime movie (trauma making someone think they are a robot).

It almost feels like a magical girl anime that took a dark turn, but not in the way way that modern magical girl animes take a dark turn, if that makes sense.

And the bad pacing is well-known.  Short episodes (15 to 25 mins) for eps 1-13.  190 min episodes for eps 14 and 15.  They took the mystery and backstory slowly being hinted at for the previous 13 and let ep 14 be 3 guys sitting around talking with only limited amounts of actually animated flashback.  WOW.

There are some truly unhinged characters that will make you ask “what is WITH that guy?” and never really get a good answer. 

Most unintentionally hilarious scene was the the huge muscle villain guy in jail, sitting naked except for his bandages, hunt-and-peck typing on a bulky old tan computer trying to hard to type in a password and failing again and again.  It wasn’t all at once, it kept cutting to him doing this.  If you add up the screentime of it it went on for what feels like a half hour.  The longer it went on the funnier it got.

Also, they thought it was a sci-fi possibility but were still in disbelief that the military could use remotely controlled robots in war... wonder how they’d react if you could go back in time and tell the makers of the anime about drones and those Boston Dynamics “dogs”.

I’m mad that a certain character died.  If that person had lived, there should’ve been more episodes (at least one more long, or 2 more short), with that person and Key adjusting to Key’s new human life after the villains are defeated and Key is “human”. 

Also, wanted to know what happened to the idol that Key was fixated on.... Miho.... very unclear if she died or not. (different character than mentioned above).  Considering Key’s fixation on her, and her singing of Key’s mother’s lullaby, one thing I would change about the plot is to have Miho actually BE Key’s mother.... it would be an interesting commentary on stardom and youth if it was a middle-aged woman who was remote-controlling a young-woman robot pop singer persona on stage.

Overall, do I regret watching it?  No.  Would I watch the series again?  No.  The opening/ending?  Yes.

[secretsbehindthenine]

for the writing request thing, can u do smth with rachel? maybe set in ur idol au bc i wanna know more abt her being a trainee plssss

At Star Demon Entertainment & Media, trainees set on becoming idols go through five stages of training, each stage corresponding with one of the Four Guardians of Japanese folklore.

Stages 1 and 2 were the beginner levels, where all the new trainees go after passing the initial audition and the callback examination. Your evaluation score from the callback determined which stage you’re placed into—think college entrance exams, or middle school counselors looking over your 5th grade test scores to figure out whether you're going to an accelerated or regular class. The more experienced and/or gifted kids go to the “Vermilion Bird Level”. Everybody else gets placed in the “Azure Dragon Level”. Once there, you attend classes centered on the three fundamental attributes of an idol: vocal skills, dance prowess, and stage presence. Intermediate levels worked the same way. Depending on how you perform in your lessons, you could either advance to Stage 3, the “White Tiger Level”, or Stage 4, the “Black Tortoise Level”. Those stages broadened their focus from performance basics to the more celebrity etiquette-centered aspects, like how to ease your nerves during interviews or what to do when faced with an especially aggressive fan. You can also start taking lessons in acting, modeling, music production, songwriting, and choreography if you want to be the type of idol that does more than just sing/rap and dance. Stage 5 was basically the fast track to becoming a full-fledged Star Demon artist. Debut-prep sessions essentially replaced lessons at this point; at the "Yellow Kirin Level", you weren't considered a trainee anymore but rather an idol-to-be. The focus now laid in finding whether you're going to be a soloist or in a group, who your future members are, and what role you'll play in the group. So far, only 17 trainees passed Stage 5 and debuted—the 8 members of Moonstruck, the 6 members of OKAMI, Laida Daimon, Mukai Ryoichi, and Ben of HOSH1.

Now, having been a K-pop stan since middle school, Rachel was no stranger to trainees with short training periods. Some of her faves were shining examples, actually! Haewon and Mireu from XENO were trainees for 4 months. NZT’s Ryan and Alily's Jieun had 2 months of training under their belts. Liviana Lee spent less than 48 hours training before she debuted with the rest of Cheraph. Sure, it boggles her mind every now and then to hear stories like that, but some people were just naturally talented like that. Totally not outrageously outlandish at all! It’s just that…

"Uh-Um...c-can you repeat that for me again? P-Please."

Sensei Suzuki's face softened, eyes crinkling with sympathy.

"Rachel," he began softly, slowly, "starting today, you'll be taking classes at the Black Tortoise Level."

She never thought the same would happen to her.

[helliontherapscallion]

Why Couldn’t it Have Been Me?

Part 2

Paring: Wilbur Soot x reader (past), Ghostbur x reader

Disclaimer: This contains major spoilers for Tommyinnit’s 4/29 lore stream

Warnings: swearing, violence, death, near death, cheating, 4/29 lore stream, grief, blood, injury, panic attack

Word count: 6,737

(A/N): So in this, you’re Schlatt’s twin and Puffy’s your older sister. Also, sorry for any mistakes, I typed a good 2/3 of this on my phone

This was your own personal hell: being trapped within cement walls with your ex fiance, your asshole of a brother, and a Dream wannabe that seemed to never lose any energy. Your life was like a trope in a novel alive you would’ve liked, however being cursed to live in it made you absolutely loathe any and all mention of it. 

Alive you would’ve killed to hang out with your brother again, not the one that turned to the bottle. Alive you would’ve craved the sweet melodies that streamed from Wilbur’s mouth. You would’ve swooned and maybe, just maybe, you would’ve forgiven him. Alive you would’ve perhaps liked this ‘Mexican Dream’ guy, you would’ve perhaps become the best of friends. 

However you despised the three locked up with you with your whole heart. 

Your ex fiance was someone you adored. Hell, you even idolized him when you were alive. The Wilbur you knew was sweet, loving, attentive, and just all around someone that you swooned over. You could still remember how your heart exploded when he first asked you out under the setting sun by the ocean. You remembered every song he's written for you, every word and rhythm by heart, even after all these years. 

You remembered how you felt your heart completely shatter when you found the songs he had in his drafts for someone that wasn't you. Someone by the name of 'Sally'. After a heated argument you had broken up with him, taking the engagement ring off from your finger and throwing it deep into the ocean. You stayed on L'Manberg's side even after all that, too loyal and proud towards the country you helped forge to drop it. You wouldn't let some stupid boy or rabid tyrants prevent you from raising your beautiful nation up from the ashes.

That had been your downfall. You should've listened to Puffy and left the country behind when you had the chance, now you paid the ultimate price for your deep rooted loyalty and devotion towards independence. And your sacrifice didn't even matter in the end! Your deranged ex blew it all to smithereens. If you didn't despise him before, you absolutely did after your dumbass twin told you about his little 'escapades' while you were gone.

Every little thing Wilbur did, no matter how small it was, made you hate him even more. Every time he would shuffle those damned cards, it made you want to rip them to shreds and throw them across the train tracks. Every time he would sing or even breathe, you wanted to strangle him. You were absolutely certain that Schlatt felt the same. 

Oh, your twin was a real card. Always boasting about how his horns were bigger than yours (who even cares anymore? Yours grew in first anyways), telling the others about your shortcomings through crude jokes, even going as far as fighting you through headbutting; you could still feel the pain of being beaten to death before respawning immediately. Schlatt hadn’t known that you respawn even in the afterlife, so you knew he was serious about killing you. You just wanted Puffy, she was far more tolerable than your twin. 

The rustling of his suit jacket and his small grunts and pants resonated within the walls as he did various forms of exercising. You now knew about all of the differing variations of a pushup and you hated yourself for listening to his explanations. He would beg you, Mexican Dream, and Wilbur to stand on his back while he did his endless routines. The only one to readily take him up on that offer was Mexican Dream.

That man was arguably the only one you slightly tolerated, and you said that very lightly. He was still annoying as all hell, but he was a new face. Well, one that you didn’t know well enough to have a grudge against while you were alive. It was slightly refreshing, in a sense. When he first got here, his songs, stories, and humor gave you a nice break away from Wilbur’s depressing songs and Schlatt’s crude jokes. However when you spend eleven years trapped in a cage with one person, everything they do becomes the bane of your existence. 

You were running out of things that kept you sane in this dump. You've read the same novel, counted the same ceiling and floor tiles (32 ceiling tiles and 57 floor tiles exactly), traced the same cracks in the walls, temporarily killing the same cellmates, you've done anything and everything that this cesspool had to offer. You've done everything billions of times over, a never ending cycle of monotony. 

Tommy joining your group of miserable has-beens was perhaps the highlight of your fifteen, almost sixteen, years spent in this shithole. Though he finally dropped the brave facade and showed just how broken down he was after everything he’s been through, having him around was the saving grace to your sanity. He told you how your sister was, how your nephews were, and most importantly what you missed. You knew about all of the events leading up to Mexican Dream's death, but you were left in the dark with everything past that. Ender, you missed so much since you died; It baffled you how much you missed. 

When the train actually stopped at your cell instead of just passing by and it's doors opened, you were just expecting another poor soul to be dropped off here. You could imagine everybody's surprise when none other than Dream stepped out of those doors. The nephew that had betrayed you without a second thought, that had murdered you, that had your severed head displayed on his mantle (you weren't sure the truth of that last statement, Tommy has a habit of over exaggerating. Though, Schlatt did say that your body was found with a missing head when you first forced him to tell you what you missed). Tommy talked to you about how he died only once, so you knew just what your nephew has been up to. It infuriated you knowing that your adult nephew was manipulating and abusing this young teenager.

While you were releasing your pent up frustrations on the masked man, he merely brushed past you and drug Tommy into the train by the arm. You could remember Wilbur banging on the doors begging for Dream to return his little brother and his angered screams echoing down the railways as the train sped off back towards the land of the living. 

Lucky Tommy, he got to live out the rest of his life and actually age. You and your crew of intolerable jesters were stuck together once again. 

Everybody was silent for a few months, reeling at the newly discovered fact that Dream could actually resurrect people. During those three months, they were quiet and tolerable. In a way, the talks that came out of it was like one of those family therapy sessions your older sister would hold in the living room (you remembered how she would grab you and Schlatt by the horns if either one of you refused to go). You would kill to attend one of those therapy sessions again, and this is the closest you were going to get to it. 

You all talked about the things you regretted most while you were alive. Mexican Dream's was that he didn't protect his girlfriend Mamacita well enough. Schlatt's was choosing alcohol and power over his family (tears were especially shed over Tubbo, he really did regret abandoning him to be raised by you). Yours was that you were too loyal to a cause that would be absolutely decimated a short while after you sacrificed everything for it. Surprisingly, Wilbur's was that he had hurt you.

He had begged and groveled for forgiveness, telling you that he just didn't feel that special connection with you anymore. That didn't take away from the fact that he was seeing another while you two were still dating and that he blew up your life's work. He had stolen everything from you, and you would never forgive him for that. 

After you made your thoughts on him completely clear, he had started treating you like you treated him in the last few months. Tension was building up between you two that had laid dormant for thirteen and a half years like a rope pulled taut about to snap.

Everybody had slowly returned to their annoying selves slowly but surely. Schlatt resumed his workout routine, Mexican Dream had started loudly singing and ranting about Mamacita's everlasting beauty again, and Wilbur eventually started up his solitaire and songwriting once again.

The three of them made you want to rip off your twisting horns and shove them in your ears in hopes of muffling them, but you knew that whomever put you here would restore your hearing and make your horns regrow. You knew that first hand after you spent a couple of years alone in this hellhole; breaking your horns off by repeatedly banging your head against the dull stone walls in a manic state was never fun. The regeneration of the keratin only slightly stung, it was like you were a kid and they were growing in for the first time again. 

You felt your eye twitch as Wilbur sang about that damned train for the umpteenth time since he arrived. It’s always ‘train this' and ‘train that' and quite frankly you were sick of it. You were sick of him. 

“Shut the fuck up about that damned train,” Schlatt seethed. You never once thought you would ever agree with your twin, but here you were nodding in agreement and shooting a glare at Wilbur’s direction. The brunet merely stopped his singing and reshuffled his cards, the sound making an ugly cacophony and grating at your ears. 

“Not my fault you two don’t want to talk to me. I’m just making due with what I’ve been given.” He dealt the cards out in piles and started yet another game of solitaire. Seriously, how many games of solitaire can one play before they lose it? You supposed that you’d find out soon, Wilbur has been playing that monotonous card game nonstop for thirteen and a half years.

“Yeah, let the hombre chill! I like his music.” The masked man reached up to stroke his goatee, the scratching sound further penetrating your focus on your book. 

Everything was quiet before Mexican Dream's voice pierced it, "hey, did I ever tell you guys how beautiful my Mamacita was?"

"You told us millions of times, fuckface. You narrate entire love letters daily, so how could we not know how 'beautiful' she was?" You complained, not once looking up from your book. Schlatt snorted to himself and returned to his workout. Mexican Dream crossed his arms in anger, cursing you out under his breath. Wilbur merely glanced at you and rolled his eyes. "You know, I'm tired of your bitchy attitude. Let him talk about Mamacita, it's not his fault every time you think you love someone it fails." 

Your grip on your book tightened impossibly. If it were physically possible, the book would be crumbling to dust in your voice grip. You practically see red as you slowly dog-eared the worn page you were on and put your book down. 

"Oh shit," you heard Schlatt mumble and move away from you, Mexican Dream following suit. When you both were alive, your anger was always something you knew Schlatt feared. However, you knew that he's never seen you this angry; nobody has. The majority of what you've been holding in for almost fourteen years is about to be unleashed. 

"You know what I'm sick of, Wilbur?"

"Oh, do enlighten us."

"I'm sick of each and every single one of you. You three have been absolutely intolerable ever since you arrived. I was doing just fine alone and the universe just had to fuck everything up for me, just like it always does."

"There you go again," Wilbur laughed sardonically, "making everything about yourself." He gathered his cards and shuffled them repeatedly. 

"I make everything about myself?! Do you even hear yourself? Mr. Oh-I'm-such-a-disappointment-to-Philza, you wallow in self pity twenty-four seven! You fucking write every single song about yourself!”

"I didn't want to come here, okay?! I didn't think it was gonna be like this! God, I might as well be in hell with you here." 

"Believe me, my hell started fourteen years ago when you guys started showing up," you growled out, your ears flattening to the sides of your skull.

"Have you ever stopped to think that you're our hell? All you've done since we came here was complain and be a massive douche to all of us." He fluttered through the deck more and more as the argument escalated, the noise making you want to scream until you tasted blood.

"I'm the one that's in the wrong here? You fucked up my entire life. He," you pointed at Schlatt, "keeps beating me to death. And he," you jutted your chin towards Mexican Dream, "never shuts the hell up… Would you stop with that damn deck?! You're literally so fucking annoying." 

He narrowed his eyes, "make me."

A mixture of an animalistic growl and a guttural scream left your lips as you charged at him, your head tilted downwards so he could feel the brunt of your horns. He moved out of the way just in time, the side of your horn brushing against his arm. You crashed head first into the stone wall before you stabilized yourself and looked at the brunet with seething hatred. 

He was staring at you in shock, "how're you-" You used his shock to your advantage, throwing a right hook at his face. His head whipped to the side and his body followed, sending him to the ground in a heap.

"How am I still conscious? I'm a ram hybrid, dumbass. What'd you expect?" You huffed angrily before you pried the cards out of his hand and stalked over to the tracks. 

He scrambled up to stop you, but before he could even reach you, you held the deck over the tracks and looked down at him. You could just imagine how your horizontal pupils were blazing with fury. 

You reveled in the betrayal and animosity gleaming in his eyes as you dangled the thing he held dearest in this hell over the railroads. If you were to drop them, he'd never be able to see them again.

"We promised not to touch belongings on our first day here!" He yelled at you, his hands wrung in front of him nervously hiding the slight tremor. "Our first day here?" You scoffed, "the last time I checked, I was here for two years before any of you showed up." You gestured around the room in one angry swipe, the cards slipping slightly with how sweaty your hands were. It was then that you saw the fear in Schlatt's eyes. Good, that bastard should be scared of you. "If anything, you all are in my domain."

Wilbur flinched at the sight of the cards slowly slipping out of your hand, his breath hitching and panic stricken across his features. Mexican Dream stood up from his place and put his hands up. He was slowly approaching you like you were a cornered wild animal, making sure that you saw his every move. 

He nervously chuckled, "let's just put the cards down and have a nice talk. Doesn't that sound better than this, mi amigo?"

You shook the cards once again, taking in Wilbur's silent anguish with glee. "I'm not your friend, I'm anything but. Don't tell me what to fucking do or else that picture of Mamacita is the next to go."

"...Okay, you're in charge, man. Do what you want." He reluctantly sat back down next to Schlatt. The ram was watching in fear, yet it looked like he was entertained with what was happening. You couldn't blame him, the last interesting thing that happened was three full months ago when Tommy was taken. That and you probably looked feral at the moment.

"You understand that if you drop those, they're lost forever right?"

You threw your head back and laughed, "of course I know, why do you think I only have one sock? I already tried that shit out before you came." You hummed to yourself in thought, then grinned. Wilbur was going to love this.

While you shuffled the deck, you kept a close eye on the movement happening inside the cell. Another perk to being a ram hybrid was that you had a nearly 360 degree scope of everything around you. The only movement happening was the panicked breaths from Wilbur, good. You huffed in amusement, "alright Wilbur, let's do a card trick. I'd ask you to pick a card, any card, but I don't want to risk you fucking shit up again. So, I'm just going to draw for you." You drew a card from the middle of the deck and showed it to him. "The eight of clubs, how fitting." 

"(Y/n), I don't know what you're getting at, but if you don't give me those cards right now-"

"Shut it, I'm not done. I'm going to shuffle this back into the deck, watch the hands." You kept eye contact with him as you shuffled the cards rigorously, the card you pulled long since hidden with the slight of a hand. After a bit of shuffling and reshuffling, you had sneakily put the card between the two halves and bridged them until the cards were in one pile with the eight of clubs on top. 

You chuckled and pulled the top card, once again showing it to him. "Is this your card?"

He nodded slightly, never once taking his eyes off from the deck. "Yes, now give it back to me!" The angry and anxious undertones were like music to your ears.

You tapped your chin in thought, "hm, I don't think I will. You've taken so much from me, it's only fair that I get some revenge." Without another word, you threw the cards behind your head and smiled widely at the sound of the fluttering down to the tracks. 

Wilbur launched himself forward with a frantic yell, his hands flailing to catch all of the cards before they were lost forever. He only succeeded in catching a few. 

His breath shuddered as he stared at the three cards in his hand: the five of diamonds, the four of spades, and the seven of hearts. The fate of the universe was on your side for once, perhaps preternaturally so. 

"You- do you realize what you just did?!" He spun around to face you. If humans could froth at the mouth, a full waterfall would be streaming through his gritted teeth. His eyes held the rage of a man that had just lost everything in one singular instant, the resentment swirling in his dark brown orbs. Several veins were bulging in his face and neck, painting the skin in a red hue.

You walked over to your book and plopped yourself down. "Yeah," you said with a nonchalant shrug of your shoulders. You opened up your book and started reading it again, leaving the man to his grief. 

Everything was quiet once more much to your delight. Though you read this book from cover to cover thousands of times, enough to know most of the words by heart, you were never able to fully enjoy and immerse yourself in it with them around. You took this time to reclaim your designated corner and spend some quality time reading. 

You spent hours with your nose buried deep in your book, savoring the peace. That was until it was snatched out of your hands and ripped away from you. You looked up in slight shock at the sight of Wilbur snapping it shut and walking over to the tracks. 

No. No. Nononono he can’t. That was the only thing keeping you sane. He can't just get rid of it when he's done so much towards you when you were alive. 

A wail left your mouth as you tackled him to the ground, your arms wrapped around his midsection. He crashed to the ground with a grunt, his forehead smacking against the painted yellow stone. You straddled his back and ripped the book away from him, throwing it across the room and away from the tracks. 

You grabbed a fist full of his hair after yanking off his beanie and tossing it into oblivion with his precious cards. You pulled his head up and leaned close to his ear, "you try that shit again and your hat and cards won't be the only things lost to the void." Venom was seeping through your every word, "do you understand me?" 

He merely jerked his head to the side, colliding it with your nose and mouth. You shouted in surprise and let him go in favor of holding your aching nose. You could feel the warmth of the blood pouring from it. Through teary eyes, you looked up at Wilbur as he grabbed your book and flung it against the wall of the opposite side of the tracks. You scampered to the edge and watched in horror as it disappeared into the void. 

Without warning, you were forced to the ground, a hand holding you by a horn and a knee between your shoulder blades. You struggled before a dark chuckle was heard, "if you keep moving, you'll slip! Do you really want that?" You begrudgingly stopped, realizing that he had all the power in this situation. If he wanted to, he could just slide you off from the platform and toss you away like throwing a piece of paper into the trash.

"Good, you're not as stupid as you were earlier today." He slid you forward, holding your upper body over the tracks by the horn. You came face to face with the swirling abyss that was the void, small shapes appearing from your eyes adjusting to the sudden lack of visual stimulant. Your breathing picked up as he lowered you slightly, "you don't wanna do this." 

"No, I do. Thirteen and a half years of having to be around you was hell, but the shit you pulled today just put the icing on the cake. Do you have any last words before you go?"

You grunted as he shook your head slightly, a slight pain coming from the base of your horn. "Fuck you." 

"How appropriate, now let's see if you'll come back this time. It'll be our fun little science experiment!"

He dropped your horn without a care in the world, sending you plummeting to your demise. A terrified scream ripped it's way out of your throat and you screwed your eyes tightly shut in preparation for the void. Your body came to a jerking halt as you held your breath, preparing for… whatever awaited you. However, nothing came.

You cracked open an eye only to be met with the uncanny inkyness, the invisible mist freezing your face and its frostbitten arms opened wide for you. But you never fell into its embrace. 

Instead, you were pulled back onto the platform. You laid on your stomach with your horn supporting your head staring at the wall, tracing every single nook and cranny of the bricks. Your chest heaved as you greedily gasped for air. You never thought you'd be so relieved to see the cement walls you've been trapped in for over a decade and a half.

You were once again pulled up into a now sitting position and leaned against the wall, your back touching the cool cement. Across from you, you saw Mexican Dream pinning a struggling Wilbur down to the floor. Wilbur's crazed eyes met you, piercing through your very being. However, that didn't affect you in the slightest; you almost were just wiped from existence completely, you stared into the abyss and it stared back at you.

You felt… strange, to say the least. While icy fear and adrenaline coursed through your veins, you felt warmth blossoming in you at the same time. It was like the void was an actual person, politely giving you some form of relief from the hell you've been subjected to for over a decade and a half. It was so welcoming, not terrifying like you initially thought it was. When your fingertips grazed its surface it felt freezing to the touch, yet you felt the staticky power it was showing you. In that split moment of touching it, you had already accepted the power it held over you. 

A hand softly slapped your cheek, "c'mon, (y/n). Talk to me." Your eyes drifted lazily to your twin. He was extremely pale, his eyes frantically searching your face for any sign of responsiveness. When you looked at him, he visibly relaxed. "It was so… so beautiful, Schlatt."

"Yeah, what the actual fuck did you just say? You almost just- just died for good dumbass." He looked at you incredulously, you could just see the cogs in his brain working hard to process what the hell he was seeing. 

You looked back at Wilbur, he had stopped struggling slightly and was instead looking at you with a hint of confusion shining through the crazed daze. Mexican Dream tilted his head, the mask skewing slightly to the side of his face. "Thank you, Wilbur. You've shown me that there's… there's more to this hellhole than suffering. There's beauty in the darkness." His struggling had come to a complete halt, now staring at you with the most confusion you've ever seen from him. You also saw a very small hint of fear from deep within his irises.

A calloused hand gripped your chin and forced you to look back at your twin. "What are you on," he hissed lowly, "the stuff that's comin outta your mouth right now is actually batshit insane. He almost just permanently murked you and you're fucking thanking him." 

"I haven't felt this at ease in nearly two decades. I feel ethereal, Schlatt, and it's all thanks to him." You let your eyes drift over to Wilbur. Giving him a content smile, you nodded your thanks at him.

The next few days went by tensely for the others, eyeing your every move and keeping you away from the ledge. You had only peered over the ledge once since then, it was just so alluring to you. It was nothing, yet everything at the same time. Mexican Dream had pulled you back to the opposite end of the room by your horns. The part that disturbed the three men was that you said absolutely nothing about it. You didn't even struggle against it, you just laid limp and let it happen. 

With each passing second you spent away from the void, the feeling of utter peace was rapidly draining from your body; instead being replaced by icy fear, paranoia, and the realization that you were almost completely swallowed whole by the void. 

After coming back to your senses, you didn't allow anybody near you. Your instincts going haywire and screaming that they were going to hurt you if they came close. The last time Schlatt tried touching you, you damn near took his finger off. They didn't bother trying to approach you anymore, instead glancing at you from the corners of their eyes. Wilbur was perhaps the one you feared the most, you knew that if he didn't hesitate to toss you away the first time, he would surely do it a second time. He spent most of his time staring at you, you didn't know if he was zoned out or not.

Everybody was against you, you knew it. You just knew it. They were plotting to toss you back into the void. That thing- or was it an entity? Whatever it was held a power over you that you didn't know was possible. That trance that it put you in, the craving you felt, was something that was repeating like a broken record in your mind. You could still feel the void calling out to you, it was terrifying. 

You spent most of the time huddled in your corner staring at the fingers that had grazed the textured nothingness. You could still feel the buzzing and popping of the power on your fingertips, that inky residue staining your skin wouldn't come off. No matter how hard you scrubbed, scratched, or scraped, it would not leave your body. It was freezing.

The oncoming train screeching to a gradual stop was perhaps the only thing you fully acknowledged outside of your safety bubble in days. You watched in shock as it stopped at the platform. The doors opened with a fwoosh, fog pouring out onto the smooth stone floors. 

Out stepped Dream, the smile etched into his cracked mask sent chills to your core. Next to him was… was another Wilbur? How in the name of Ender was that even possible? 

This Wilbur was different though. This one was desaturated. This one didn't have an insane glint in his eyes, this one had grief shimmering in the tears that steamed on his cheeks. This one was broken compared to the well established man against the wall. This one was defenseless. 

Dream shoved him to the center of the room, the man falling to his hands and knees. Sobs escaped his mouth as steam left his skin and drifted along the sides of his face before dissolving into the air. 

"Got a new plaything for you guys, this one isn't as… fun as Wilbur is though." Dream's head turned towards you before it tilted. "What happened there? Did our dear little (y/n) get too close to the void?" 

"They are none of your concern, pandejo," Mexican Dream seethed at his counterpart from his position next to the train. "Why are you even here, man?"

"Oh, I'm just here to make a trade. I'm afraid that I'll have to give you guys Ghostbur here in exchange for Wilbur."

Wilbur stared at him with pure hope and glee springing up in his eye for the first time in over a decade. "Really?" 

Dream chuckled, "yes, really. What, do you really think I'd lie to you?" 

"I don't know, ya smiley freak. You've been known to fuck people over." Schlatt scoffed, his ear flicking in annoyance. 

"I'm telling the truth this time. Wilbur, come with me." 

Stars shone in his eyes as he reveled in the sight of the open train doors. He followed the masked man with a skip in his step, ecstatic giggles leaving his mouth as he boarded. 

Anger flooded you as you purse your lips together and you darted towards the train. The doors were closing already, if you could just- 

The door shut with a clank, blocking you from freedom. Your clenched fists banged against the window, glowering at the sight of Wilbur's happiness and Dream looking at you with a wave.

"You fucking bastard! Take me, he doesn't deserve it! He threw his goddamned life away, you're wasting your time with him!" Your angry shouts were ignored by the two however as the train once again started moving with a small hiss. 

A frustrated scream left your mouth as you pummeled the iron with your fists as it moved. If only you could find a train car to jump onto- 

Now. You leapt from the platform towards the junction between two of the train cars. However, your leap of faith was set to a halt midair by Schlatt holding your upper arms. You thrashed against him, desperate to get back to the land of the living, desperate to leave this godforsaken hell called the afterlife, but once again, you were torn away from what you were trying to achieve. 

You fell limp as you watched the last train car pass the platform and disappear down the tracks and into the void. The next possible time it would show it’s face would be in a few months if you were lucky. You let him take you back to your corner, your feet limply being drug against the floor. After you were plopped back down, you stared at the clone of your ex. You were pretty sure Dream said that his name was ‘Ghostbur’. What a strange name, yet you supposed that it was fitting for Wilbur’s apparition. 

“Are ya done with your little ‘moment’, (y/n)?” Schlatt was kneeling in front of you, his hands prepared to grab you if you made a run for it. Though his tone was annoyed, you could detect the very small worried undertone of his voice. 

You nodded and watched as he took a seat next to you, also staring at the newcomer. This is the closest he’s sat next to you in years. 

“...What do you think of the clone over there?” You hummed to yourself, “he looks pathetic, but I think that might be the only thing he and Wilbur share.” 

Mexican Dream took a seat next to you, slinging an arm over your shoulders. Normally, you would’ve shrugged him off, but you were too emotionally drained to do so. “Si, he does look kinda weak. But I think our new hombre here has promise.” 

“Promise for what?” Schlatt snorted. Mexican Dream hesitated, “...I don’t know. This is gonna be interesting, mis amigos.” 

“The party’s just begun, boys. Buckle up, this is gonna be a wild fucking ride.” You mused to them, unsure of what the future would hold with the newcomer. Though after a couple of years, you were sure you were going to hate him; that is if he’s nothing like his clone. Ender help you if he’s anything like Wilbur. 

As you stared at the broken man, you couldn’t help but wonder: why did he get to go back? As far as you were concerned, psychopaths like him do not deserve a second chance at life. If anything, it should be you boarding that train. It should be you getting a second chance. He was the one that so readily threw his life away while you had yours ripped away from you.

One continuous thought was circling in your mind: why couldn’t it have been me?

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You wrung your hands together as you anxiously waited for Tommy, Ghostbur, and Friend outside of Pandora’s Vault. Ranboo and Tubbo sat next to you in the grass, giving you silent comfort with their presence. You were mainly worried for your boyfriend, his worst fear was Dream using the resurrection book on him. You had calmed him down from a panic attack prior to meeting up with the teenagers, begging him to let you go in his place. Of course, Ghostbur being the caring and brave soul he was, wove you off and ensured that he’d be okay. 

When you saw someone emerging from the portal, you leapt to your feet and steadied your head on your shoulders before you examined the people emerging. Except you only saw a human and a sheep, no ghost. 

Tommy looked pale and on the verge of tears as he led Friend towards you. Before he spoke, he used his sleeve to wipe at his tears. 

“Hey, Tommy! How did it- where’s Ghostbur?” The enderman hybrid stretched his usually slouched back to peer at the portal, keen eyes searching for any sign of movement. 

“I think he’s dead… He’s dead!” 

Tubbo tilted his head and looked up at the blond in confusion, “well, yeah. He’s a ghost. Of course he’s dead.” Ranboo nodded in agreement, “yeah, he can’t die again. That just isn’t possible.”

You said nothing (not like you could in the first place, your head wasn’t connected to your body), looking into Tommy’s eyes inquisitively. They were chock full of panic, grief, and fear, staring down at the lead in his clenched hands. 

“No, no you don’t understand, it’s not that he’s dead… it’s that Wilbur’s back.”

“Hold on, the Wilbur that blew up L’Manberg? That Wilbur?” Ranboo peered down at him incredulously. “Yes! C’mon, he- we gotta get to L’Manberg.” 

He spun around and led Friend towards L’Manberg, walking quickly with a purpose. You, Ranboo, and Tubbo followed. You hugged your head close to your chest, your eyes peeking over your arms. It was always something you’ve done whenever you were scared or worried about something. You heard stories about Wilbur from your nephew, if the stories of his insanity terrified you, you’d hate to see the man in person. 

“I was about to kill Dream, and- and Ghostbur died. Dream revived Wilbur… Fuck!” Tommy walked faster, L’Manberg far off in the distance. With one hand, you grabbed the blond’s attention and finger spelled, ‘are you serious? He’s actually gone?’

“Yes! How many times do I have to explain this?! Ghostbur isn’t with us anymore and Wilbur’s back. Wilbur’s back and we’re absolutely fucked.” He turned on his heel and resumed his beeline towards the crater in the wall. No, he couldn’t be gone. This was just a cruel prank they were pulling on you, right? 

Tubbo put a comforting hand on your shoulder, giving you a small sympathetic smile. You leaned into his touch slightly and carried on, stepping into the makeshift staircase behind Tommy. 

You moved your arms to cover your eyes as you stepped aside to make room for the other two teenagers. You heard a voice; it sounded exactly like Ghostbur’s voice, yet it sounded... off. You however remained hopeful and uncovered your eyes. 

The man that stood there certainly wasn’t your boyfriend. Everything about him was just so wrong. The emotion in his eyes, his clothing, his smile, his stance, his hair, everything. This was a completely different person. This was Wilbur Soot. 

“Hello again.” His eyes flicked around your group, his gaze lingering on you for longer than the rest. You noticed that he was staring at your neck, but that was okay. You were used to it; everybody did that. What you weren’t used to was the revulsion that flashed in his eyes. The eyes that once lovingly stared at you and reassured you that he’d love you even with your… condition were now filled with disgust. 

That was what broke you, the tears that you tried to hold in came streaming out like a waterfall. Stinging pain hit you as the water worked its way through the cloth of your uniform onto your arms, leaving steam floating upwards towards the cave ceiling. You phased through Ranboo’s body and made a mad dash towards your sister’s house. You needed her, you could feel a panic attack brewing inside you. Usually you would hate to be a bother to your older sister and Ghostbur would always calm you down, but now he’s…

You pushed that thought aside and focused completely on getting to Puffy’s house in the distance. You phased through the door without a thought to knock, frantically beginning your search for Puffy. 

You looked everywhere, but you couldn’t find her. Unable to cope any longer, you fell to your knees in the middle of the living room and hugged your head to your chest, your face being pushed against your uniform. Your shoulders shook with silent painful sobs, the only sound in the room being the sizzling of your skin. 

Why couldn’t it have been you? It should be Ghostbur standing there in that cavern, not Wilbur. This was completely your fault, you should’ve gone instead of him. You should’ve volunteered quicker than he did, you shouldn’t have let him talk you into it with his soothing words. Now because of your complete and utter cowardice, he was stuck in the afterlife once again. You were never going to see him any time soon. Your other half was ripped away from you because of your inaction. 

Between sobs, your lips repeatedly formed the same phrase: why couldn’t it have been me?

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completed list of my omegaverse kids babyyyy it’s cleaner now too finally hhh most things are stil the same with the old design so uh if there’s any contradiction it’s this one//shot quirk mechanics are the same tho

their ages are just in comparison to each other, they’ll be however old they’ll be per story;w;/

more info under the cut!

TOKOYAMI NIKOLA quirk: shadow frogs -can make many shadowy frogs or one big one. they’re sentient likes to keep to herself but she cares about people very much. she doesn’t talk much but when she does she’s very honest, sometimes even when it hurts. doesn’t get fazed by many things as she’s very close to uncle souji, has seen his face without the mask, and is perfectly fine with it

SHINSOU KAZUYA quirk: siren - makes people do as she wants as long as she sings the command bubbly and easygoing but pretty selfish, not wanting her whims to be refused. once she’s into doing something she’s hell bent on finishing it tho her attention span is as short as they come. the house cats go to her when they want to play

SHINSOU MAMORU quirk: mind reading - reads people’s thoughts, depends on how fast they talk your mom’s an assertive and passionate woman, your little sister is loud and hyperactive, and everyday you feel like you wanna die. he’s tired as shit and would rather be in quiet places.  he doesn’t like getting caught up in people’s issues and try to stay away from problems as much as possible. the only reason why he’s willing to help his dad is that he uses his quirk only when he’s sure the suspect won’t know about him.

MIDORIYA CHIHIRO quirk: pyrokinesis (hell fire, non hero ver) - makes and controls fire she’s bright and really expressive, unlike her sister she likes being around people. she’s really energetic and optimistic. likes heroes but mostly their costumes and the contraptions they used. she idolizes aunt mei and melissa for all the cool things they makes. good at cooking from hanging around grandma inko and uncle katsuki. and also because of uncle katsuki she tolerates spices. baby of the family, both the midoriyas and todorokis

MIDORIYA YUKARI quirk: hydrokinesis - makes and controls water she's told by her parents that she was almost kidnapped at birth so she's told to lie about who her parents are and to cover up when they go out together. hates strangers and crowds so she gravitates to family and friends and gets very protective of them. idolizes heroes and strives to be one.her hair can’t keep still and needs to constantly be brushed. the type to hold grudges.

TOGATA TSUMUGI quirk: sound replication - has a mouth on her stomach that can replicate sound goes with the flow and tries to see the bright side most of the time. however she's quick to anger, threatening people she’ll chew them up with the large gaping mouth on her stomach (it can't). she and yukari had been friend since pre-school being the first one to get her to open up. she lives in the moment wanting to make the best of things

BAKUGOU KYOUSEI quirk: eruption - lava flows from his skin in katsuki’s own word, literal fucking sunshine. idolizes eijirou very much he tries to copy him. however he could very well be seen as blood thirsty and aggresive when angry tho that doesn’t happen all that much. he’s able to calculate situations on the fly easily and do things well after a few tries, text book studies however is not his strong suit.

TETSUTETSU SHIINA quirk: mercury - can turn himself into mercury, pure or variations of it with the nature of the mercury in his body, he has to be mindful of keeping his body in check as to not accidentally poison people. he’s more often than not stays quite as he gets jittery and becomes scared easily, where he would melt away into a puddle and tries to run away. however he’s very stubborn and won’t stop until he achieves his goals. close to kyousei as their parents hangs around a lot even though they live in different cities. likes hugs but only from family

OJIRO ASAHI quirk: prehensile hair - strong and can be controled like an extra limb, very tough tooru likes to spoil her and dress her up in cute clothes, hates it how her hair takes away all the nutrients she eats. tooru gets called to go on a lot of info gathering missions so she's not home often, and when she does come home she showers her with a lot of attention. she finds it overbearing. close with dad, he teaches her martial arts for fun. has both a cat and a hamster, they're the only ones allowed to touch her hair.

YAOYOROZU ITSUKI quirk: marionette - has a cord at the back of his neck, objects poked by it can be controlled gender is a social construct. doesn’t see the benefit of holding things back. easy going and laid back, going through the motion as he sees fit. he’s very close to his parents, sharing the same interest in music as kyouka and momo happily spending as much time as she can with him, hoping to do things she wasn’t able to with her parents as a child, so he really doesn’t feel lonely all that much.

ASHIDO KURASHI quirk: hallucinogen - produces hallucination inducing liquid looks like she wears her heart on her sleeves and doesn’t bother with hiding anything. looks like an air head but not really. when her quirk started to show many adults became wary of her, equating her quirk to that of drugs and not want her anywhere near them or their children.more into non violent approaches. she’s also very touchy.

KAMINARI ARASHI quirk: technopath - controls electrial appliances and uses them as he pleases at 7 years old he was saved by denki during a break in after being used by a group of villains. ditching his old self he changed basically everything about himself as he can and took a new name. he and denki likes to play together, and he can often be found with hanta on top of tall buildings in tokyo. he especially admires katsuki’s no-shit-taking personality and is a big fan of his. he’s no good with dark cramp places

IIDA TENMA quirk: repulsor - creats blasts from his palms and soles, can be used for prepulsion ochako and tenya had him soon after graduation before they really made a name for themselves. cheery and very dedicated, he trains from a young age in various styles of martial arts. he’s doesn’t half ass what he does. he often get into fights helping people, so much so that that’s when he got his quirk, where before the exhaust on his palms and soles only gives out puffs of smoke. can often be seen not wearing shoes. his hair is very fluffy

IIDA FUBUKI quirk: ac - expels hot and cold air she’s strong willed with a strong sense of justice, asping to be a hero, tho in a different kind as what her father used to be. she strives to help people with issues that couldn’t easily be solved by heroes. she love kids, often babysitting her cousins, more often than not mostly tenma uses her to cool himself after training.

TODOROKI YUKIMURA HOMURA quirk: cremation - burns whatever she touces with all her fingers dabi and tomura fucked during the later's heat. he never wanted kids so when she was taken he never fought it. dabi and his family never knew about her until rei was contacted to take her cause her quirk was unstable and the orphanage felt threatened. natsuo and his wife took her in and she moved with them to hokkaido. she visits during vacation to hang out with her cousins. dabi made a pack with the hero commission to be let out of tartarus to be under hawk's watch to be there for her however he can. she knows the most about her family’s pasts

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ALSO CAN I ASK FOR SOME RANDOM GOM HCS U HAVE? like just random ones u have or if u want like some toxic hcs abt them :D

I’m assuming that I can include their negative traits of their personalities as well 👀 Also including Momoi in this… lots of analyzing for this hc, so I used my brain here pls appreciate AGAIN these are all headcanons/interpretations of possible toxic hcs about them and only a few are canon

[Headcanons]

Kuroko Tetsuya

Kuroko is the hardest person to find a “negative/toxic” trait in, and it doesn’t seem like he has any

kind, understanding, hardworking, and compassionate; he’s everything a good-natured protagonist is

but he’s only like this to people/hobbies he cares about/close with; anything else he’s quite apathetic and also very passive/neutral about

the biggest hint to this is when Akashi criticizes Kuroko for cherry-picking who the GoMs should “go all out against” and who to casually toy with

and Akashi is absolutely correct

most of the series is portrayed through Kuroko’s perspective, and Akashi is the first direct outside perspective who comments on his actions/attitude

it’s obviously not that Kuroko didn’t “notice”... he clearly sees and knows what these GoMs are doing; after all, he had a conversation with Aomine about how observant he is to everything around him

of course, if you were close to him, all your opinions and issues matter to him

it’s the fact that what’s not really important to him is suddenly now important just because someone he knows is involved

just an example: if someone was advocating climate change, he has no opinion on it until someone he knows cares about the issue

in other words, he has a subtle hypocritical view on things, especially when he interacts with others

another clear negative trait could be that he’s too idealistic or perhaps naive, seeing things in a clear black-or-white picture and not necessarily a gray area

WE know, as an audience, that the GoMs honestly needed therapy and a proper adult to guide their out-of-control talents

but Kuroko, in his eyes, had viewed them as “bad” and “evil” in their ways of basketball until they changed after their respective matches

he’s probably someone who doesn’t yield to other opinions once he forms his own, and this may make him unable to consider things in other people’s perspectives

which is again, ironic: someone who doesn’t have generally a strong stance but once they do, it’s very unyielding, which further proves Akashi’s comment about Kuroko’s tendency to nitpick which to care about

a final hc about a potential flaw he might have here in a different ask!

Kise Ryota

y’all… it’s as canon as day that he has a mean side

straight from the author himself, it’s confirmed that Kise is only kind to those who he respects, and to the rest, he’s cold-hearted

in the manga, it’s very clear that he’s super judgmental on every first impression on people he meets, boxing them into categories based on the way they look, act, and speak

only when they surpass his preset expectations (low or high depends on his preliminary judgments of them) is when he opens his mind to the rest of their personality

this is a very close-minded way of thinking, and I hope I don’t need to explain why LOL

this can be interpreted as him being two-faced by the majority of the people in his school

his way of speaking can definitely be very cruel and crass, and to sensitive people, his words can easily shatter hearts

Kise’s negative/toxic traits are pretty straightforward here, so let’s move on

Midorima Shintarou

his harsh words can be considered a “negative” part of his personality, but I think it’s a lot more than just that

it’s confirmed in the series that he’s a bystander and almost always minds his own business

on one hand, one can say he’s self-driven and that he constantly strives for self-improvement

on the other, it can be interpreted as him being very dangerously ambitious and selfish, in which most actions he takes are for the sole reason of self-improvement and not for altruistic reasons

for example, when he helped Kuroko and Kagami in the training camp, it was under the reasoning that them becoming stronger would be a good challenge for himself to test and learn

that’s not to say that he can’t have friends, but most friendships he’s built are with capable people who can potentially provide him with some new beneficial skill/goal to strive towards

after all, he’s only learned to trust Takao as a friend only after seeing him as someone capable

because he’s so focused on himself, he’s extremely likely to turn a blind eye to injustice, most also likely to use Oha Asa to justify their “misfortunes” as he continues on his day

he’s not cold-hearted, but altruism comes by Midorima a lot rarer than the average person

now, we know that his Oha Asa aspect is used to balance his serious side as the “comedic side” of him, but if we really think about it, his obsessions with the horoscopes could be a huge obstacle in the future, where he may refuse to listen/depend on others in favor of his own intuition and the stars; after all, no one knows everything, and depending on the stars as one’s next source of advice and guidance isn’t a sound decision to commit themselves to

he seems like the person who overthinks and jumps to conclusions when it comes to social situations, but instead of confronting the person, he turns to fate and fortune if Takao isn’t near to help

Aomine Daiki

I wouldn’t be surprised if Aomine had a skewed sense of beauty standards from all those magazines he consumed and from being around Momoi for the majority of his life

of course anyone can distinguish pieces of media from reality, but during the most impressionable years of life, without experiencing other types of people and physiques, he would have limited knowledge on what “beauty” is and whatnot

this probably would be more of a problem in his adolescence than adult

a very given negative trait is his short temper plus his tendency to turn to physical violence when someone nags him to a certain point, seen with how he’s treated Wakamatsu in the beginning (though this seems to almost disappear by the end of the series)

what I’ve noticed in every scene he’s in, is that everything seems to revolve around him and his hobbies of basketball and Japanese idols

what I mean is that everytime we see Aomine, it’s always Momoi approaching to Aomine or just him always being the center of attention; never once has he approached Momoi for anything and it’s always been the other way around

in other words, people have to cater to him in order to get along with him/be in good graces (additional example: Imayoshi letting him do as he pleases to get him to be cooperative and participate in the games)

we’ve actually never seen Momoi’s hobbies outside of being a manager for her basketball teams and just anything basketball-related

he can be quite apathetic, choosing to only pay attention and try in things he’s interested in… which is basketball and those magazines

he seems to mature in the Last Game though, so I’m not quite sure to what extent these headcanons would apply to older Aomine (these also don’t really apply to Puremine)

Momoi Satsuki

the author probably also included this type of anime trope as comedy, but belittling another female for her body is definitely a no-go in reality; I feel like this is something most people gloss over really lightly

her body comments on Riko are actually what made me skeptical of her character at first before the show really shows her entire personality

that being said, it seems that she always takes the opportunity to look down on other girls (especially to those she is a stranger to) as a sort of “competition” when there’s boys around

definitely at certain moments, she screams a “pick-me girl” type of person (real phenomenon, you can search this up!)

while Kuroko doesn’t seem to actively mind this, I think she also has no good sense of boundaries and what’s considered appropriate touch and consent; people can chalk this up to “oh it’s just infatuation,” but this definitely isn’t okay if we really think about this

her life also seems to revolve around either Aomine or Kuroko, and based from that, I’d feel like she’d have a difficult time forming her own identity/life separate from her “manager life,” especially once she graduates from Touou

can definitely be interpreted as too clingy at certain moments, while others may think it’s her way of showing that she cares

Murasakibara Atsushi

most people would chalk up Murasakibara as “lazy,” and on the surface level, it does appear to look that way…

I think his true negative trait is that he has a lack of intrinsic motivations to drive him to do things

it’s different from being lazy; someone can be lazy while still having a goal, and certainly someone can be lazy while they’re motivated by thoughts of “I want to learn more,” “I want to get stronger,” etc. (you guys, it’s me right now in college)

and he doesn’t have that

part of this was contributed to the fact that he’s already so gifted with genetics and thus, there’s never been a goal for him to have to work towards to when he’s already at the top

he doesn’t actively seek out, and while that may be a characteristic of sloth, it’s not exactly right either

he willingly does things if people around him give him the motivations/reasons to do so; a person of sloth wouldn’t do anything even with all the motivations and goals handed right to their face

snacks/food are examples of extrinsic motivations that fuel him to carry on daily life

Himuro is always the main motivator for Murasakibara to come out and watch matches, and he also does whatever Akashi orders in both Teiko and present days // a person who can give the giant the motivation to do tasks would get along with him the most

searching out for a challenge against his basketball skills is something that’s never crossed his mind

why? he grew to be like the way he is because of the lack of results from his “search” of a challenge throughout his games

again, it’s only when Murasakibara gets handed a silver-platter of a challenge, Jason Silver, that actively gets him pumped up and raring to go

as such, Murasakibara is equivalent to a rusty machine, extremely difficult to start up and find compatibility with, but very powerful and efficient once he finds that spark

Murasakibara finding any partner or friend in the future would be extremely difficult because he ticks a different tune from the rest

Akashi Seijuro

his entire Bokushi side was a giant-ass red flag for very obvious reasons LOL anyways, moving on…

it’s difficult to pinpoint a negative characteristic for Oreshi because he’s the pinnacle of a gentleman character… but that technically is also his negative trait

for him to maintain that perfect image for himself and others, he has always carried himself in such a way that doesn’t allow for errors or expressions of “weakness”

thus, bottling up his frustrations and emotions to the point of no return is something very familiar to Akashi, and I’d feel like Bokushi is the result of his overflowing emotions left unchecked in the first place

I also predict that if Akashi continues to carry himself without letting himself wind down and feel emotions on the spot rather than locking it up inside him, a day will come when he splits into two halves again with a “new” Bokushi to deal with his current life (and let the current Oreshi take a backseat in his psyche to take a break from the turmoil)

also will tend to overwork himself to manage people’s expectations as well as his own, and he’s not one to depend on people not because he sees them as inferior or incapable, but because he’s doing this out of habit from being in positions of authority and responsibility for much of his life

and so, he may tend to hide important things or just not speak about his problems in general to those close to him because he feels like he can do it all himself and spare everyone the work and stress associated with them (a leader mentality)

throughout the majority of his life being calm and calculated, his emotions would definitely escape from him in forms of uncontrollable lashes of anger… before he would realize what he’s done… that is, assuming that another Bokushi hasn’t form within his subconscious yet

[yeonjuins]

curiosity tag

tagged by: @hyukaheart (tysm hope these questions are so absolutely lovely and i’m so glad i can finally answer questions like these ;;) 

Q: which artists make you instantly smile when you hear their laughs?   A: beomgyu... without a doubt (”: mark as well but we don’t talk about that let’s just focus on beomgyu <3 

Q: what’s a song you’d like to recommend to the person who tagged you? A: i listened to the song you recommended and after hearing that, i think you’d really like kirari futari by mamerico ! 

Q: which artist/s have your favourite voices?   A: nct haechan & txt yeonjun

Q: what are some of the sets from the wonderful ccs here that you find yourself thinking about often?   A: oh man there are far too many... anything i reblog and tag under ‘gfx’ without a doubt come from content creators that i aspire to be on the same skill level as one day (”: i can’t pinpoint exact sets but just to name a few creators that i look up to a lot: 

txt gfx creators   @soobined | @huening-gyu | @slowrabbitpd 

nct gfx creators   @neoheists | @hyuckcity | @lavieenbluu (side note: i kid you not, nct ccs are the backbone of my inspiration and interest in graphic/web design so genuinely speaking, without them, i legit wouldn’t be here- these people literally never miss with their designs) 

txt gif creators @fightorescapes | @yjunies | @gyukai | @jaehyukkies | @mowah | @hueningkais | @pastelette | @magickai | @cherriki (side note: some of these blogs also double as gfx creators that make insane content it’s truly admirable) 

others @woosohn (you get your own little special tag ):< your gifs are really cool though + the way you incorporate your design knowledge into your passion for gifmaking is really cool) 

Q: if you could steal (affectionately) an idol’s pet, who’s would it be and why? A: odi. i feel like we’d both share the same raging hatred towards the light and i’d also love to train him to do a flip (”: 

Q: which artists that share your star sign do you like? ​ A: plenty! rv yeri, txt beomgyu, nct ten, skz hyunjin, the list goes on but my pisces babies <3 

Q: do you have any favourite photoshoots that your ults have done? ​ A: inhales ULKIN. CHOI. YEON. JUN.  and the whole entire nct 2020 departure version photoshoot- the design team KNEW what they were doing for that. 

Q: what songs do you always get stuck in your head? ​ A: literally, any throwback 2nd gen kpop song... i think recently it was ss501 - loveya LOOOOL 

Q: who are your favourite dancers in kpop right now? ​ A: ohHHHHH man i could go on about this but in short, i’ve been extremely infatuated with the way yeonjun dances (he has a very distinct dancing style with his fluidity and his isolations) but this is a whole topic i could dive deep into with a handful of other kpop dancers as well 

Q: are there any photos of your ults that you find yourself thinking about a lot? ​  A: yup. think about them a little too much. 

Q: which artist/s do you feel you can see yourself in? ​ A: another deep inhale my ults (”: for a good year, i refused to believe that mark lee was my bias in nct because my ‘ideal types’ were always your stereotypical pretty boys (i.e jaehyun or johnny) so it never made sense to me why i felt such a connection to someone so..... dumb......?? LMFAO (and for clarity reasons, i don’t think he’s actually dumb i just clown my ults a lot) tldr; seeing the way he prides himself in his projects and always pushes himself to be a better version of what he already is resonated a lot with me + how he deals with his workaholism and the same exact thing can be said for yeonjun  yeonjun’s personal style and his eagerness for creative control over his projects is something i do myself and seeing that be reflected in him makes me very ((”: 

Q: who’s rapping do you always find yourself vibing with? ​ A: ANOTHER DEEP INHALE (omg hope, you asked all the GOOD questions i’m literally screaming) gidle soyeon no questions asked she never misses and she’s the only idol that came to mind where i know if she were to drop any kind of verse, it’d be amazing 

Q: are there any artist/s who’s talking voice you could listen to forever? ​ A: TBZ JACOB NOOOOOOO LMFAOOOO i used to literally listen to this when i was a big deobi and i would go to sleep SMILING AAAAAA even when he loses his ‘customer-service’ voice, i am in love i could listen to him talk for hours 

Q: is there anyone who always mages to give you gender envy? ​ A: no, or at least i don’t think so :o 

Q: and finally, what idol do you think the person who tagged you is most like? ​ A: hMMMMMM wow hope wtf this is such a good question- i don’t know your personality that well but i do associate you with hyuka nonetheless not only because that’s your blogs theme but just since you’re so bright and he’s always so lovely as well (”: 

tagging: god none of you guys have to do this either it’s super long but feel free if you’d like too! @yjunies @woosohn @seunqs​ @mowah​

[ko-fanatic]

Blood, Guts and Chocolate Cake

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Danganronpa

Pairings: IshiMondo

Summary:

Mondo Owada, the Ultimate Bodyguard, is entering a four year contract with one Kiyotaka Ishimaru, the Ultimate Idol. It makes sense, two Ultimates put together for their high school careers, and he could use the steady pay check to send home to Daiya; those medical bills were a bitch, and it was his fault the accident happened in the first place.

It was supposed to be easy, guard the cutesy, clean-cut idol from perverts and stalkers, no big deal! However, the world's perception of Kiyotaka Ishimaru was far different than what the young idol had become. During the first few months before even stepping into Hope's Peak, he's more worried for the young boy than he's ever been for anyone before.

TW: Alcohol, and eating disorders (both restrictive behaviours and B/P), mentions of disability, underage sex/sexualisation, drugs

The hallways of this damn building were too long.

That was definitely the first impression Mondo got, being led down said monotonous hallways by a young woman with an expression which implied that she simply wasn’t paid enough to care about small talk. Not that he had any room to judge, hands shoved in his pockets and a permanent scowl on his face. He might’ve been going to review an upcoming contract, but the best thing about his position was that there was no need to be all smiley; Hope Peak’s choice for Ultimate Bodyguard was all the credentials he needed at this point. 

Still, he couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated by how long he would be working with these record label types. He couldn’t deny it made sense - hire the Ultimate Bodyguard to protect the Ultimate Idol, sound logic; it was just that a four year contract was… a lot. That wasn’t even thinking about the fact he was going to be glued to the guy’s hip for all that time, having to get along no matter what. Would he even have time to make friends of his own? Doubtful. Still, a paycheck was a paycheck, and he’d have to go to some highschool anyway, so kill two birds with one stone. 

He’d never had an issue smiling through vapid celebrity bullshit before. It was going to be an easy ride, too; from what he knew, the guy was as prim and proper as they came. Real boy next door image. Easy to take care of, and mainly just telling overzealous fans to back the fuck up. Simple. 

His inner monologue was broken by an abrupt stop, the woman only sending a bored glance his way before knocking. The door was pushed ajar with the quiet muttering of “Mondo Owada to see you, gentlemen”, before he was unceremoniously shepherded into the room. 

It was just as big as you’d expect from a building like this, with a gargantuan desk and several business-types sitting across from him. They were even backlit by a floor-to-ceiling window showing Tokyo in all its glory - like some cheesy ass movie. Still, taking a cursory glance around the room, he couldn’t see anyone fitting the description of “teen idol”, let alone Ishimaru himself...

“Owada-san, good afternoon!” One of the men greeted cheerfully, clasping his hand in one of those firm yet professional grips he’d gotten used to since rising up in his career, “My name is Shiro Kamei, and these gentlemen are Kenshin Aki and Yutaka Hayashida. We’re Kiyotaka Ishimaru-san’s managers.”

“Well, that answers one question,” He shrugged, not sugarcoating his words, but not being as rude as he certainly could be, “But I don’t see Ishimaru-san around. If I’m meeting with anyone, I personally think it should be with the guy I’m gonna be with 24/7, for the next four years.”

“Of course!” Kamei-san chirped, far too cheerful for his taste, especially considering the stench of ass-kissing that followed it. Not sincere, but too many meetings like this one had trained him to swallow down the vomit that threatened to spew from the fakeness of it all. 

“Ishimaru-san will be here soon,” Hyashida-san intoned, temperament a bit more palatable than Mr Chipper, “He’s a rather busy young man, being an idol of his caliber. Dance practice is just wrapping up, any minute now, so we can use this time to have a little chat - go through expectations for your role and such.”

Mondo managed to stop himself raising an eyebrow at that. Like he wasn’t the best bodyguard in Japan. He guessed it was something needed for a job of this sort, not temping or whatever, and so he settled down for a bunch of timewasting jabber. 

Or, it was, until a certain request caught his attention.

“We also expect him to be kept out of, well… trouble…”

“Thought he was a cutesy, innocent kid?” He frowned, sitting a little straighter in his seat, attention piqued, “I’m guessing he’s the kind to get mouth-breathers and creeps, huh?”

The three men looked a little more caged at that remark. A couple cleared throats, a few tugged collars and cuffs, awkward air. 

“Yes, there have been incidents, but nothing previous security couldn’t handle,” Aki-san informed, “The issue is a recent change in attitude. Nothing much, but tugging on the leash more than necessary, if you understand my meaning.”

He did. Part of him wanted to object to the idea that a sixteen year old needed to be kept on a leash at all, but idol shit was full of PR. 

“So boy next door is going through a little rebellion, and you want me to make sure it stays on the DL,” He shrugged, “Got it.”

“I wouldn’t put it like that, Owada-san -!”

Kamei-san was interrupted by several short, sharp raps, door opening to reveal the man of the hour. 

Ishimaru was pretty, no denying that. His eyes were what really caught everyone’s attention; bright, wide and doll-like. That said nothing about his facial structure - cheekbones and jawline and everything prominent - or his barbie doll-esque frame. He was probably one of the slimmest people Mondo had ever seen, at least in person. Well, and outside of a hospital. The media went absolutely gaga over his thigh gap, his lithe abs and delicate hip bones. 

He personally prefers a little more meat on the bones, a little less fragile, but he guessed it was an idol’s job to appeal to the masses. 

“Good morning, everybody!” He beams, but honestly? The sunshine emanating from him is a lot warmer - a lot more real - than Kamei-san. He actually had to take a second to come back to himself, knocked off equilibrium. The power of the Ultimate Idol, for you. 

“Kiyotaka, this is Mon -”

“Mondo Owada,” He cuts in, wanting to introduce himself, cut the preamble, and offers his hand to shake, “‘M gonna be the one guarding you.”

Ishimaru gives him a once over, and for two seconds he thinks he sees a smirk pull at the corner of the young man’s lips, but he soon brushes it off as a trick of the light. 

“Thank you so much for accepting our proposition, Owada-san!” He grins, and Mondo hates his little bi heart at that moment. Ishimaru clasps his hand. He can’t help but feel that they’re too calloused for a pretty boy idol, but he doesn’t dwell on it, “I hope we get along well!”

He’s loud, but the words are sweet, and Mondo relaxes a little bit. Easy job, as he thought. 

---

Mondo was proven wrong in a matter of three days into his contract. He’d certainly been proven wrong far quicker than that before; however, in terms of sheer what-the-fuckery-is-this, this situation took the cake. 

The train journey to the first tour destination wasn’t bad, if tedious. Kid spent all his time reading, and Mondo had no clue how he didn’t puke all over the place from staring at the pages. He’d looked at his phone for about five minutes and was ready to lie down and accept his death. 

… Trains were not his prefered method of transportation…

Ishimaru had passed on the sandwiches on offer, but so did Mondo. No big deal. Those things sucked ass, and maybe the kid was more nauseous than he seemed. Wish that was him, considering he was pretty sure his face was pale green. 

Settling into the hotel was fine, as was the tech set up in the venue. Stress emanating off everyone, but pretty normal as far as that shit was concerned. Ishimaru was dragged between costume fittings, tech run throughs and other things that just passed in a blur. 

No, what really proved to Mondo that the pretty boy idol was going through an actual rebellious phase, was what he walked in on at 11:56pm, night three. 

He’d gotten up due to a serious inability to sleep. Seriously, did he manage to get jet lag without even switching time zones? Nah, didn’t work like that. Maybe it was second hand adrenaline from the performance being tomorrow. Ishimaru might not make his kind of music, but the guy had this infectious enthusiasm for it all. He’d be backstage, too; premo location to see everything up close. He couldn’t help the slight smile on his face, in spite of how tired he felt. 

Any fleeting, fuzzy feelings disappeared, however, when he walked into the main area of their hotel suite. 

There stood Ishimaru, back to him, very much not dressed for bed. His jeans were so tight they looked spray painted on, not to mention the sequined top that cut off to show a tantalising flash of milky pale skin.

“Where’re you off to?” 

His question seemed to startle the kid, who practically jumped three feet in the air, hand clutching his chest as he whirled on him. 

“Fuck, what’s your problem?” He gasped out. Mondo couldn’t help but let his eyes widen, having not heard the boy swear since they met. Admittedly, it was only a few days, but Ishimaru just gave off such an innocent vibe. He’d questioned if the boy even knew a swear word for a while. 

“The guy I’m meant to protect is running off into the city at midnight, and obviously didn’t plan to tell me,” He answered bluntly, “So, come on, where’re you trying to slink off to?”

“None of your business,” He sniffed, shoulders squaring, “And stop… talking to me like that. Like I’m a child. It’s annoying as shit.” 

“Alright, sor-ry, jeez,” He apologised, hands up in surrender, “Let me just grab my coat and -”

“No!” Ishimaru ground out, “I’m going out, you're staying here, and my managers are none the wiser, got it?”

Oh, that sneaky fucker. While Mondo was all for personal freedom, no way was the scrawny kid going out there to get attacked and murdered in some urine soaked alleyway. For one, it’d completely fuck up his plans for the next four years - no money to send back to Daiya, and he seriously doubted Hope’s Peak would want an Ultimate Bodyguard who let the world’s most popular idol get murdered in a matter of days. 

“Yeah, no, not happening, kid,” He shut down, reaching over the boy to get his coat, only for hands to press against his chest, stopping him. 

“What do you want then? Money?” Ishimaru asked, looking up at him through his lashes. Fuck, the kid really went all out with the makeup; smokey eyeshadow and liner, glossed lips, the whole deal, “Or I can suck your dick?”

He nearly choked at that, face hot as hell and probably an embarrassing shade of red. “N-No! What the fuck?!” He yelled, only earning a shrug in response. 

“Look, I need to go out - alone,” Ishimaru began again, arguing a point Mondo simply wasn’t going to agree with, “I need to get a little fucked up, railed into some guy’s mattress, and then I’ll come back. I’ll be here again before sunrise.”

“Tugging on the leash more than necessary”, his ass! 

“Sorry, you're talking to the wrong guy,” He dismissed, doing his best impression of Daiya’s you done fucked up voice he could, “Back to bed. Don’t think you’re sneaking out, either. I’m just gonna stay out here all night, make sure you don’t go and get yourself cut up and dumped in the river. Y’know, my job.”

“Fuck you,” Ishimaru spat, storming back to his room with a mutter of ,“Asshole…”

If Mondo knew one thing, it was this… He’d really had no idea what he was signing himself up for.

---

A/N:

WOW, it's been a while since I've written for this fandom. Thank you Taka and Mondo for being an adorable pair of dumbasses and dragging me right back into DR. Hopefully, I'll add to my old fics too, but I've got lots of new ideas I want to play with (Including two other talentswaps and two AUs!)

For now, Ouran fics are on the back burner, I'm afraid. I'm sure I'll be back to them soon enough, but I'm a bit burnt out in my OHSHC obsession, so we'll see.

Also, as always, comments really help and if you want to take any of these concepts and run, go for it! All I ask is a credit and a link if possible! :)

[welcometomy20s]

June 30, 2021

Coco (and Lulu’s) Legacy

Coco wrote the book on how to be a Hololive member, from front to back. She plotted out how one can amass an audience, how to interact and build a worldwide fandom, how to integrate ideas of the audience to the grand narrative of the company, how to deal with tee-tee and pairings, how to cope when YouTube strikes you down in its impunity, and how to cope when Cancel Brigade comes to destroy your work, along with how to bring a more cohesive workplace, how to protect yourself from the unmooring of identity that is inherent in VTube, and finally how to leave when you are in a rollercoaster that is only going up. Coco wrote the book and now we follow.

AsaCoco was brilliant from its outset. Having a place to know the ins and outs of various members of Hololive was a great way to connect the rabbit hole. But there is a deeper reason for the brilliance. I talked before about how the major tension in VTube is one between the corporate back-end tradition of Japan colliding with the audience front-end tradition of YouTube. AsaCoco is something directly in line with that second tradition. The visual language of YouTube is different from those of movies. A jump cut in a movie denotes a different idea than a jump cut on YouTube. Movie critic complaining about jump cuts in vlogs is like a Spanish reader complaining about a sentence in English being awkward. Of course it is, it’s in a different language. Unlike movies, which come from theatre and literature, vlogs’ lineage comes from news broadcasts. Many of the early web successes were styled in a news format (rocketboom, Ze Frank, What the Buck and so on…) One does not complain about the jump cut between different presenters in a newscast, and so one does not complain when a similar thing happens in vlogs. But the point is that AsaCoco harkens to the audience-based tradition.

One might write off the ARK arc as an aberration, but I think ARK did add something constructive to Hololive and VTubers as a whole. I like to think of ARK as a training wheel for Minecraft. Minecraft is relatively challenging compared to ARK. Minecraft speedruns are mildly impressive, ARK speedrun less so. ARK is actually like the middle ground between Monster Hunter and Minecraft. You can play ARK like Monster Hunter, gather a bunch of friends to hunt monsters, or like Minecraft, build your own zoo or house or so on… And in that flexibility, one can easily learn how to tell a compelling narrative in an open-world setting. Pekora’s war criminal tendencies developed there, Miko’s ‘pon’ nature was crystalized there, and so on…

Holohouse was an underrated achievement. At first, the idea feels like the natural extension of their idol nature. Idols live together, so why not virtual idols? But having virtual idols living together comes with additional benefits that Nijisanji should note.

Stalking is an awful thing, I know since I experienced and have done something similar in my past, but stalking is also a desperate thing. And desperation tends to abate when people are more open about themselves. One of the articles talking about Coco’s graduation infamously notes the mystery of Coco’s identity, which is chucklesome since Coco’s identity might be the most open secret in all of Hololive. This was in line with Hololive’s more open policy, several of Hololive members do their own personal work on the side, while in many early companies, this was forbidden. Nijisanji’s background is less open than Hololive, perhaps due to the number and less mass attention, and that leads to stalking being a more adventurous one. One that livers have to deal with more alone, while for Hololive, it’s likely people would catch and perhaps even tar the perpetrator. More attention means more risk with less excitement.

Holohouse also protects aggressive fan behavior by introducing VTuber solidarity. With more offline collabs, the people would know each other more personally and therefore have a ground of contacts in which to alert suspicious behavior. Safety in numbers.

Holohouse also brought us KanaCoco, which was a lesser known pairing until the couple ring story, and now it has become one of three big couples of Hololive, the other two being NoeFlare and OkaKoro. The big three all have a different style of their tee tee. KanaCoco is the type of a longtime buddy. Both Kanata and Coco struggled with familial and economic circumstances, and they are both struggling under the same roof. And within that struggle comes comity and friendship. It’s not love in your typical sense, but it is a type that would lead to marriage and childrens… but the current LBGTQ+ status in Japan is pretty bad, so tee tee and hush hush it is.

In a sense, KanaCoco provides for an excellent cover. It is one of the most inspiring portrayals of woman-woman friendships in media and it would be one of the more enduring aspect of Coco’s legacy as it passes down through the generations.

[Note: This somehow became an apologia of the past week. Well, I do like to show my thinking with my behavior, perhaps to my detriment, so… just be warned.]

For the past week, I was hyping about the fact that Gura passed Kizuna Ai to become the most-subscribed VTuber. And I made the point, not through immaturity, but because I realized this coincided with Coco’s graduation. Without Coco, there wouldn’t be Hololive English, or Gawr Gura, and therefore this event would not have happened. This, therefore, was one of the last great accomplishments of Coco. An indelible mark of her foresight and perseverance. A realization of her plans. So, in a sense, this was one of my ways of celebrating Coco’s career, albeit in an admittedly twisted way.

But beyond Hololive English, there was the famous Meme Review, which has a weak lineage with the early meme review series from PewDiePie. Now for the digression, whoever ends up at the top gives us a flavor for that specific era, since one naturally assumes success means finesse and would try to emulate the style. Vlogbrother’s visual style and mannerism was largely lifted from Ze Frank. PBS Idea Channel famously emulated Ray William Johnson’s background to his own ends. And Kizuna Ai was famously inspired by PewDiePie at several points in her career. Which is why PewDiePie’s Congratulations felt right as a tribute. One of the big shared characteristics of the two was the lonely years at the top. PewDiePie is probably going to be longest reigning ‘King’ of YouTube for a while (of course, depends on if Cocomelon catches T-Series in due time) and at the time his reign was abnormally long. Most people hold onto the top spot for a year or two, so it felt odd that PewDiePie was untouchable for so long. Similar things must have been raised for Kizuna Ai as well. Many people must have felt that Kizuna Ai just did not represent VTubers at the current time.

So, when competition showed up, of course people were excited. It felt like it was time. I believe PewDiePie’s Congratulations was not a simple diss track, although it’s formatted like one, just due to the culture at the time. So the hypothetical Kizuna Ai version would be extremely light-hearted. The ‘diss’ would be your typical “she’s short”, “she’s hydrodynamic” and so on… it would be clear there is no actual bad blood, and the song would be welcoming of the new era. Era, as I said before, brought on by Coco.

Back to the Meme Review, meme review was great as it centered reddit as the base for the fandom, rather than twitter, which is a horrible platform to bring a sense of communal welcomeness. Reddit is probably the best functional place for stuff like this, even though we all know it has its host of problems that needs to be resolved.

What is the most important stream in Hololive? Well, some people would point to Aqua and Coco’s The Raft stream, which is a poignant encapsulation of a stream. The dramatic counterweight to the other greatest stream in Hololive, Korone’s all-english Mario stream. Aqua and Coco are always the odd pairing, but it could have worked, and it might have been beneficial. Aqua is one of the most shy people in Hololive, and Mio is already busy with Ayame and Subaru, so the best person might have been Coco.

But China. There were two big beneficiaries from China in Hololive, one was Fubuki and the other was Aqua. While Fubuki, in Coco’s last months, famously went out of her way to intertwine herself with Coco to directly redirect her audience, like the mensch she is, Aqua always struggled with her audience retention, therefore played shy with Coco.

Edit: Well, my initial final impression was… what a wonderful finish. The interview portion was well-meant, but honestly a little formal. When the 4th Gen went together, is when the stream turned into something special for me, and the final performance was actually really well-done. Coco went out like an idol, which makes sense. For whatever provocation Coco perpetuated, Coco only did them out of love. And ultimately Cover knew that. Coco’s final month was a warning and a reminder.

Can I talk about all the different tributes lately? In some sense, Usaken Summer Festival is part of this… for an organization that is immensely popular, I just adore how Cover and their talent always has this drive to throw everything and see if it works. I noticed this during Golden Week. Golden Week in Hololive was jam packed. There were great events, Mio’s morning stream was astounding, leading to one of biggest growth spurt for Mio. Miko’s drawing collab was absolutely hilarious, for such a simple and seemingly hastily put idea. One of the people in a forum commented on this and affixed something that left my mind… what did Nijisanji during the same week? Even I was surprised by how little Nijisanji did that Golden week. They barely did anything!

The innovative spirit does give them trouble, more than it is worth, but Cover never really stopped its momentum, even when most other companies would have stopped a long time ago! This is the greatest thing about Hololive and Cover, the most redeeming feature. One that would serve them well. Coco wrote the playing book, let us pray that Cover sticks to them, because the fall of Cover comes the moment they stray.

The Pre-Coco era was about a company struggling to get their idea through. The Coco era was about writing the playing book. So the Post-Coco era will be about remembrance, it’ll be a struggle to keep the memory of what the playing book is. It’ll be about them being Hololive as they become part of the global zeitgeist.

[jiseulws]

what’s shakin’? 👋🏽 hi, i’m lune ( he & him ) and i’m really excited to be here !!! seriously, i’m really looking forward to getting to know all of you and your beautiful muses. ♡♡ that being said, i’m thrilled to introduce you to my first muse in the group— 𝒃𝒚𝒖𝒏 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒍. you know, the one who’s fancam went viral during the ❝ you’re pitiful ❞ era! you may also know her as one of the reigning cf and brand endorsement queens. she’s ladybug’s maknae, lead dancer and sub vocalist, and a muse that i’ve grown to adore creating over the last few weeks! so, without further ado, you’ll find a little tl;dr description of her backstory, a few links to all of her important pages, and a few plot ideas ( while i work on a proper plot page for her ) underneath the cut. if you’re interested in plotting, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 and i’ll reach out to you as soon as possible!

LINKS—

FREEFORM

DOSSIER

CAREER

TL;DR—

SHE WAS BORN AND RAISED IN JEJU-DO, SOUTH KOREA. HER MOTHER AND FATHER WORKED AS LIVE-IN STAFF FOR A FAMOUS, EXTREMELY WEALTHY COUPLE IN THEIR VACATION HOME. JISEUL GOT TO PRETEND SHE LIVED THIS LAVISH LIFESTYLE, BUT SHE FAILED TO REALIZE THAT THE HOUSE, ALL THE FURNITURE, THE CARS—NONE OF THEM BELONGED TO HER FAMILY. IN A SENSE, SHE FELT AS THOUGH SHE WAS LIVING SOME SORT OF DOUBLE LIFE.  ///  AS A TEENAGER, SHE GOT CAUGHT WITH THE HOME OWNER’S SON IN A PROVOCATIVE SITUATION. APPARENTLY, THEIR STAR-CROSSED RELATIONSHIP WAS BANNED IN THE CONTRACT HER PARENTS SIGNED. THAT MEANT THEY HAD TO MOVE OUT AND BACK TO THE CAPITAL CITY WHERE IT WAS A LITTLE MORE AFFORDABLE. SHE WORKED AS A WAITRESS UNTIL SHE WAS SCOUTED BY YUSEONG ENTERTAINMENT.  ///  SHE TRAINED FOR A VERY SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME—NINE MONTHS, TO BE EXACT. JISEUL HAD NEVER DANCED OR PERFORMED BEFORE, BUT SHE FOUND A NEW LOVE FOR IT ONCE SHE ADJUSTED PROPERLY. SHE FOUND IT IRRITATING THAT SHE WAS SOLELY PUSHED FOR VISUAL APPEAL ABOVE ALL ELSE, BUT SHE SIGNED A CONTRACT AND COULDN’T FIGHT TO MAKE A CHANGE. AT LEAST NOT YET.  ///  HER VISUALS CONTINUE TO BE PRAISED, AND LITTLE BY LITTLE, SHE FEELS AS THOUGH SHE’S ONLY A FACE AND A BODY—NOT A LIVING, BREATHING HUMAN BEING. HER CAREER HAS BEEN MOLDED BY HER APPEARANCE AND IT’S CREATED A LOT OF DISCOMFORT FOR HER. SHE’S BEEN ABLE TO KEEP HER HEAD ABOVE WATER FOR NOW, BUT SHE’S BEGINNING TO DROWN A LITTLE MORE AS TIME GOES BY.

PSYCHE—

MORE INFORMATION FOR THIS CAN BE FOUND ON HER DOSSIER PAGE, BUT SHE’S ESSENTIALLY A WOMAN WHO IS AN EXPERT AT LIGHTING UP A ROOM; CAPTIVATING AN AUDIENCE; MAKING YOU FEEL SPECIAL; BREATHING A FLIRTATIOUS ENERGY NO MATTER WHERE SHE IS; BUT DEEP DOWN, SHE’S EXTREMELY CRITICAL OF HERSELF. AFTER EVERY APPEARANCE ON TV, LIVE STAGE, MODELING CAMPAIGN, ETC. SHE’S KNOWN TO PICK HERSELF APART. THERE’S AN INSECURITY THAT LIES BENEATH THE FEIGNED CONFIDENCE, ONE THAT SHE KEEPS LOCKED UP TIGHT AND ONLY LETS OUT WHEN SHE’S ALONE. THIS MAKES HER RELATIONSHIPS WITH OTHER PEOPLE DIFFICULT TO MAINTAIN. WHEN SHE STARTS TO FEEL REALLY CLOSE TO SOMEONE, SHE’S AFRAID OF LETTING HER MASK FALL AND SHOWING THEM HER TRUEST SELF, SO SHE PUTS A LITTLE DISTANCE THERE—NEVER WANTING ANYONE TO CATCH HER ON AN OFF DAY. IT’S EXHAUSTING, LIKE, SHE’S EXHAUSTED ALL THE TIME BECAUSE OF IT. SHE MAY HAVE A FEW PEOPLE THAT TRULY KNOW HER, BUT FOR THE MOST PART, SHE’S A BIT OF AN ENIGMA, AND SHE PREFERS IT THAT WAY.

INSPO—

TRUTH BE TOLD, I WAS REALLY INSPIRED BY THE LIFE AND TIMES OF HOLLYWOOD’S BELOVED STARLETS FROM THE GOLDEN AGE—PRIMARILY MS. MARILYN MONROE. I’VE BEEN OBSESSED WITH HER, HER LIFE, AND HER TALENT SINCE I WAS IN MIDDLE SCHOOL, BUT IT’S ALWAYS BEEN DAUNTING TO THINK OF TRYING TO CAPTURE HER ESSENCE IN A MUSE OF MINE. NOW, I’VE DECIDED TO GIVE IT A GO. ADDITIONALLY, I PULLED A LOT OF INSPIRATION FROM KOREAN CELEBRITIES SUCH AS BAE SUJI, IM YOONA, LEE HYERI, AND KIM SEOLHYUN FOR HER BODY OF WORK.

PLOTS—

HERE ARE SOME BRIEF JUMPING OFF POINTS FOR PLOTS THAT I HAVE. I’LL MAKE A FORMAL ANNOUNCEMENT WHEN I’VE COMPLETED HER PLOTS PAGE. 

01.   A NEWER GENERATION IDOL WHO HAS CLAIMED HER AS THEIR IDEAL TYPE TO THE PUBLIC. THIS HAS CAUGHT HER ATTENTION, SO SHE REACHES OUT FOR FUN.

02.   AN INDIVIDUAL WHO MAYBE CAUGHT HER CRYING IN HER DRESSING ROOM AT SOME POINT. SHE FREAKED OUT AND TRIED TO PLAY IT OFF AS IF SHE SIMPLY JUST MISSED HER FAMILY, BUT IT’S CLEAR THERE WAS SOMETHING DEEPER INVOLVED.

03.   A YOUNGER FEMALE IDOL ( PREFERABLY A VISUAL, BUT OPEN TO ANY OTHER ROLES, AS WELL ) THAT SHE SEES A LOT OF HERSELF IN, SO SHE’S SORT OF TAKEN THEM UNDER HER WING. TOTAL BIG SISTER / LITTLE SISTER VIBES, LOTS OF LOVE.

04.   AN OLDER GENERATION IDOL WHO SHE HAS A COMPLICATED DATING PAST WITH—CAN BE MALE, FEMALE, OR OTHERWISE. SHE’S DATED MEN AND WOMEN, BUT HAS A PREFERENCE FOR MEN. ALL OF THEIR HISTORY TOGETHER IS UP FOR DISCUSSION.

05.   A STAFF MEMBER THAT SHE HAS A REALLY, REALLY CLOSE FRIENDSHIP WITH BEHIND THE SCENES. THEY WOULD BE CONFIDANTS AND THE STAFF MEMBER IS A PERSON THAT SHE FEELS REALLY COMFORTABLE WITH. BEST FRIEND ENERGY.

06.   ANOTHER IDOL SHE MEETS TO DANCE WITH. COULD ALSO BE A WORKOUT PAL WHO SHE POLE DANCES WITH FROM TIME-TO-TIME, TOO. GENDER DOESN’T MATTER.

07.   SOMEONE WHO SEES THROUGH HER FAKE SMILES AND HAS ALWAYS WANTED TO CALL HER OUT ON IT, BUT HAS NEVER SAID ANYTHING. IT’S NOT THAT THEY HATE HER, THEY JUST KNOW SHE’S A PHONY AND IT’S STARTING TO BOTHER THEM.

08.   INFIDELITY TW  /  AN EX OF HER’S THAT SHE CHEATED ON WITH ANOTHER IDOL. WHILE SHE’S A ROMANTIC AT HEART, SHE CAN’T HELP BUT FLIRT WITH EVERYONE—AND SOMETIMES GET A LITTLE TOO INVOLVED WHEN SHE REALLY SHOULDN’T.

09.   INFIDELITY TW  /  THE IDOL THAT SHE CHEATED ON HER EX WITH. THEY EITHER COULD’VE KNOWN ABOUT HER RELATIONSHIP AND CHOSE TO IGNORE IT, OR THEY COULD’VE BEEN COMPLETELY BLINDSIDED, AS WELL. TOTALLY YOUR CALL. THIS COULD ALSO BE BLENDED WITH PLOT POINT 04 FOR AN ADDED LAYER OF DRAMA.

10.   AN ALL-OUT ENEMY THAT SHE DESPISES MORE THAN ANYTHING—WHO MORE THAN LIKELY FEELS MUTUAL—BUT TO THE PUBLIC, THEY’RE MADE OFF TO BE BEST FRIENDS. SHE KEEPS HER DISDAIN QUIET, BUT IT’S CLEAR THERE’S DISTASTE THERE.

[sevlgi]

can I hold on?

requested: yes

group: blackpink

pairing: jisoo x fem!reader

genre: angst, questionable fluff

contents: idol!au, conflicted jisoo. based on this reaction. 

warnings: infedelity

synopsis: Jisoo doesn’t know what to do when you tell her you’re cheating on someone with her, but she can't help but hold on to whatever sliver of love you have for her.

a/n: none

word count: 2.4k

When you ask to take her out to a nice dinner place to talk about something important, Jisoo isn’t quite sure what to expect.

She isn’t paranoid enough to think you’re breaking up with her, not in the slightest-- you aren’t the type to fight at all, never mind in the past couple of weeks, so breaking up wouldn’t make any sense. And of course, it isn’t abnormal to go on fancier dates in nice restaurants, especially not when you’re nearing your 6th month anniversary together, but it’s the texts flashing across her phone screen that worry her.

Jisoo’s fingers tighten on the sides of the device as she stares at the messages, foot tapping impatiently on the floor of the taxi. The car ride should be relaxing with the green of well-groomed trees and shiny glass buildings outside the window, but her heart thuds in her chest with a heavy rhythm that betrays her nerves.

Y/N [6:11]   hey, jagi, what do you think about going to a restaurant tomorrow?

Y/N [6:11]   there’s something important to talk about.

In her experience, ‘needing to talk’ never bodes well. While dating you, she’s also discovered that you’re a straightforward person who never phrases things so vaguely. With all the factors combined, Jisoo is nothing short of frightened about what could possibly merit you bribing her with an expensive lunch.

The sounds of her heels clacking against marble floors rings too loud in her head as she walks into the restaurant. No one pays any mind to her, even with the black mask and sunglasses she wears to protect her identity. “Um, reservation for Y/L/N?” she tells the receptionist. When he picks up a menu and beckons for Jisoo to follow, she does; she doesn’t hear a single thing that he says, though, still focusing on what you could possibly need to tell her.

Did something happen with her family? Is she in legal trouble? What about money? No, Y/N hasn’t asked for money before, that’s a dumb thought-

“Hey, Jisoo!” you call out, standing with a smile and breaking her fixation. Jisoo can’t help the grin that takes over her face and the warm, fluttery feeling in her stomach. “It’s really nice to see you.”

“Good to see you too,” she sighs and accepts the hug you offer. As always, you pull a chair out for her before sitting down yourself. “Soda at a fancy restaurant? You’re out of your mind, Y/N Y/L/N,” Jisoo jokes when she sees the glasses of bubbly liquid. 

You look just as beautiful as always, a little done-up to match the atmosphere of the restaurant. When the idol sitting across from you takes off her disguises, you grin at the sight of her face. “Since when are you a high-class lady who’s too good for soda? I’m disappointed, jagi.”

Laughter escapes the both of you; this is nice, the familiar light banter that Jisoo’s used to. She wants to stay like this, not descend into the awkward, heavy silence that she knows is coming. In an effort to delay it, she asks, “So, what do you want to eat?”

“Uh, how about the pasta? Carbonara, maybe?” you suggest, scanning the menu with your lips pursed. When she doesn’t respond to you, you look up with a small smile. “Hey, Jichu-yah, did you hear what I said?”

“What? Oh, yeah, spaghetti sounds good,” she answers distractedly, scanning the menu again. “I’ll get some salad and soup, and we can share the pasta.”

“Carbonara, not spaghetti,” you snicker, dodging the napkin she tosses at you. “You’re distracted today. Something going on at work?” You raise a hand to order, completely at ease. Honestly, Jisoo hates that she’s suspecting ulterior motives; you could easily have meant that you needed to talk to her about another nice date you’ve planned, or an event you want her to attend with you. Yeah. That’s probably it.

Right after the waiter bows and leaves with your order, though, you sigh and lean forward a little bit, forearms against the table and your voice lowered. “While our food gets here, we should probably talk.”

“About what?” She tries to sound nonchalant, but probably fails miserably. Jisoo’s never been the best liar, at least not with you. 

You’re silent for a second, probably trying to find a gentle way to break the news (Jisoo still doesn’t know what it is). Every second that passes only prolongs the doom settling like a cloud above the two of you; after what seems like an eternity, you settle with something that’s horrifying to hear nonetheless. “I… I’ve been lying to you.”

When the brunette doesn’t say anything, focused on schooling her expression, you’re forced to continue, “It’s really hard to explain, but I’ve been dating someone else.”

“You’re cheating on me,” Jisoo rephrases, her voice already hollow. It’s the worst possible scenario, one that she didn’t even bother to evaluate in all her anxiety, and she doesn’t know what to do.

Shaking your head vehemently, you protest, “No, that’s... that isn’t it. I haven’t been cheating on you, but I’ve been cheating on her. With you.”

Her mind racing a mile a minute to try and understand what the hell’s going on, she stammers, “Wait, what? What do you mean you’ve been cheating on her with me? Who?”

You bite down on your bottom lip, probably hard enough to bleed, but you answer, “Her name’s Sumin. We’ve been dating for almost 2 years, but we were having problems when I met you. And I knew you wouldn’t approve, so that’s why I didn’t--”

“Of course I wouldn’t! You… you’re a cheater!”

Her words seem to hit you like a physical slap; Jisoo almost expects to see a red hand mark across your face when you flinch. You then sink into your hands, fingers tangled in your hair. “I guess I am. But I love you, Jisoo, and that part’s real. The problem is that I also love Sumin.”

Jisoo can barely believe what she’s hearing. All this time, you’ve managed to fool her into believing that you’re honest, that you’re a good person and that you truly love her. According to your words, maybe you do, but she can’t believe a single word out of your mouth when you’ve been lying all along.

The guilt hits her like a train. She’s been helping you break the heart of your other girlfriend, even while she doesn’t realize it. It’s easy to put all the blame on you and claim ignorance, but how would she feel, if someone did this to her?

Shitty, obviously.

The logical answer, Jisoo concludes as she leans back in her chair, is to break up with you right then and there. You’re cheating on someone else with her, which is terrible enough, but how does she know you won’t do it again, to her the next time?

Still, the brunette wants to believe that you have something real together. There’s no way that everything she feels for you, the things you’ve made her feel, are all a lie. Her heart might be misguided, but it can’t be completely blind… right?

“I understand if you’re going to break up with me.” Jisoo startles as you speak again; trapped in her own thoughts, she almost forgot that you’re sitting across from her, never mind that the two of you are at a restaurant at all. You look admittedly remorseful, fiddling with your hands like Jisoo knows you do when you’re nervous. “I’m sorry about all of it, lying to you-”

“Stop,” your girlfriend sighs, holding up a hand. “I… I’m not breaking up with you.”

“You’re not?” you look as shocked as Jisoo herself feels, even as the words keep pouring out of her mouth.

“No, I’m not. I want to believe we have something, Y/N, something that’s worth fighting for. I want to believe that you love me just as much as I love you.”

You reach for her hand, nodding quickly. Hurt etches in your brow when she moves away, but you promise, “Of course I do! I swear I do love you, Jisoo.”

“Okay,” she exhales, running her hands through her hair. “I mean, that’s something. But you do realize, I can’t continue with you like this. I’m not going to help you eventually break Sumin’s heart.”

A sigh escapes you, deep and wearisome, when you realize the implication behind her words. “Oh. You want me to choose.”

Jisoo finally reaches over to squeeze your hands, shaking her head. “Not choose. I want you to realize what you need to do on your own, and hold yourself accountable for all the hurt you’re inflicting on Sumin. I want you to fix this before you can earn my trust back as well.”

She watches you scrunch your eyes up and press your palms to your forehead. “If you don’t want to be with me after this, I won’t blame you. I’ll respect any decision you make, but you can’t be with the both of us.”

You open your mouth to say something, but the waiter arrives with your food, and Jisoo thanks him with a smile before turning back to you. “Let’s just enjoy our food, okay? And then I’ll give you time to make things right.”

As soon as she’s back in the dorm with no one around to watch her, Jisoo slumps to the floor of her bedroom, her back against the door and her face in her hands. She tried her best to be strong for you, to not show how shaken up she was by the whole situation, but it’s inevitable that she breaks down.

How could you lie to her like that, and use her to hurt someone else? How could you make her fall for you while you had someone else the whole time, someone you had history with and loved for years?

Jisoo never wants to hurt people. She’s not that kind of person to wish pain on anyone, no matter what they’ve done to her; when she thinks of Sumin, all she can think of is someone innocent. Someone who doesn’t deserve the mess that you’ve created, a mess that Jisoo herself has also been dragged into.

It isn’t her fault, not in any way, but she can’t help but think that it is. It’s her fault for not seeing the signs and not recognizing that you weren’t being honest with her.

In the end, it’s her fault for helping you destroy the heart of someone else and refusing to see the signs. It’s her fault for being selfish and wanting to hold on to whatever small sliver of love you feel for her, and it’s her fault that you need to make a choice that you shouldn’t have to.

Dammit, Jisoo. Tears slide down her cheeks, and she wipes them away as she collapses onto her bed. It’s wrong that she wants to be the one you choose, that she wants you to give up something that’s such a huge part of your life. You’ve been with Sumin for years, but if you really loved her, would you have gone for Jisoo at all?

And more importantly, can she hold on to you any longer? If you choose her, how can she trust you again?

You don’t reach out for weeks, and while that should mean you’re fixing your mistakes, Jisoo’s incredibly worried about you. Some dark corner of her brain whispers that something’s happened to you, or that you’ve run away to avoid making a choice.

Needless to say, she’s thinking too much.

When she finally receives that long-awaited text in the middle of practice, Jisoo wants to drop everything to run back to you, even if it’s foolish. Instead, she calms herself down enough to read your message impassively, the beat of AAIYL thrumming under her feet. 

Y/N [11:43]   Jisoo, are you in practice?

She’s almost disappointed by the message as she scans it over. None of her questions have been answered, and none of her stress has been relieved, either. 

“Jisoo unnie, we need to practice,” Lisa calls out, sounding apologetic but also understandably impatient. Their members watch while talking quietly, nodding when Jisoo raises a hand in response. As quick as she can, the brunette fires a response back before stuffing her phone back in her bag and standing:

Jichuu [11:45]   yes, I’ll call you when I’m out.

Despite her efforts, practice is too difficult to focus on, and her members can easily tell. Jennie’s the one who calls for an end to it. “Okay, I think we’re all a bit distracted, let’s just stop for today,” the second-oldest smiles, clapping her hands together. 

Immediately, Jisoo grabs her phone, the only thing she needs, and bolts out of the practice room. Your number is still #1 on speed dial, and she presses call when she’s out of earshot. Before anyone picks up, though, she sees you, standing in the building’s lobby, and only gets to see your surprised expression for a second before she wraps her arms around you.

You hug back quickly, nose tucked into the crook of your girlfriend’s neck like always. The position’s familiar, and it’s so, so comforting.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jisoo breathes when she pulls away. She searches your eyes, trying to see if you’ve made a decision. “Have you…”

“Yes,” you answer, a smile on your face. There’s a smudge of eyeliner under your eyes that tells the brunette that you didn’t make the decision lightly. “I… broke up with Sumin. I explained everything to her, and I want to be with you. If you’ll take me back.”

Even after waiting for you this long, Jisoo hesitates to say yes, and you can see her apprehension in her eyes. After weeks, she still doesn’t know what to do, but she bites her lip and answers, “I will. But you need to know that I don’t trust you, at least not completely.”

You nod, hands resting on your girlfriend’s waist. “I know. I know, Jisoo, but you’re giving me a chance, and that’s enough. I’ll win your trust back again, I promise.”

“Okay. I’m rooting for you, Y/N,” the brunette exhales, resting her head on your shoulder. “Don’t let me down.”

[dinosaurtsukki]

haikyuu!! music idol au (karasuno ver.)

at long last here it is!! also most of this is based on my knowledge about kpop groups and the industry (as a kpop fan) but i made a lot of tweaks and i’m basically imagining this in a world where the kpop industry wasn’t so hard on its idols and churning out commodities. but yeah! this is going to be the first part of a series so stay tuned for more! also this is p long because i added hc’s for kiyoko and yachi >~<

okay so in my head karasuno (or KRSN im sorry im bad at coming up with names) is like one of those really large groups that hav sub-groups kinda like NCT

they're from a fairly small entertainment company called umm KS Entertainment (im sorry im bad at names hnghn pt. 2)

its headed by ukai who's also like a really awesome choreographer and takeda who's like YG if YG had an exact opposite really kind twin who actually values their idols

(sorry im really salty)

takeda is honestly the sweetest, he's responsible for scouting and judging auditions

he'll basically let anyone who appears to put their all in pass the audition

he also likes to take care of all the trainees and make sure ukai hasn't made them dance to death

production crew are: ennoshita, kinoshita, and narita

kinoshita's like responsible for planning the concepts for every comeback

sometimes he thinks of really wild ones and ukai's jus like whoa there lets tone it down a bit

narita tag-teams with kinoshita by being karasuno's amazing stylist

his favorite person to style is suga but dont tell anyone that

and lastly we have ennoshita who singlehandedly produces every track on every album

he's also a really good vocal coach

and he's very tired because he's the producer and he also has to deal with tanaka and noya knocking on his door every five minutes

subgroup (night) KRSN-N

consists of: daichi, suga, asahi, noya, and tanaka

ok so karasuno has basically two main types of concepts: night (which is more like rugged and bad boy) and day (which is more boy-next-door and sweet)

the night subgroup has like a very strong rap line consisting of daichi, noya, and tanaka while for vocals we have suga and asahi

daichi is their leader ofc

he, suga, and asahi were in the same batch of trainees and had to (survive) live with each other for quite a while

his rap skills are really consistent and he has really good flow. also tends to start off their songs

his dancing skills are also impressive and basically just a great all-around guy

he's also really stressed from managing his group members esp because they're all children

asahi is one of their only two vocalists but he also has some good skills with music production and likes to work with ennoshita

he has a really deep but mellow voice

really shy when it comes to being onstage and meeting fans but he has the sweetest smile

tanaka is part of their dance line because boy can he bust out the moves

doesn't mind performing without a shirt. kinoshita has styled with him just wearing a jacket most of the time

his stage presence is just woah

the kind of performer who'd really get up close and personal with cameras and also people's phones

everything about him screams bad boy except for when he's really sweet in fansigns

noya is like their lightning-fast rapper who always comes in during the bridge

takeda heard him rap for barely a minute and quickly signed him in

more often than not enters the stage while piggybacking tanaka or asahi

also an amazing dancer who does all the gravity defying flips and jumps

he was invited more than once to collab with other artists

he and tanaka are trainee buddies and were inseparable ever since they ran into each other naked in the shower room

now for suga

he's like main visuals also main vocals also main dancer

was talented ever since he sprouted from the womb

he actually didn't audition his mom posted a video of him covering 'euphoria' by jungkook which takeda happened to come across

his voice is very high and he often harmonizes with asahi during the chorus

also tends to be really affectionate with daichi onstage and everywhere basically

so many 'daisuga being karasuno's parents for 15 mins' videos

subgroup (day) KRSN - D

NOW WE HAVE THE CHILDREN CHILDREN

okay so these guys have been together since their trainee years and basically had to live in the same room

which was like chaotic because they were always fighting and only yamaguchi knew how to do laundry so everyone was trying to be his friend

until daichi and takeda gave them a little pep talk so they don't hate each other so much now

n e weigh

first up we have yamaguchi who is basically jus very boy-next-door and also the unofficial leader of the group

he has an amazing voice and can hit the highest notes and he has a tendency to wink at the cameras

main vocalist and visuals

his fans love him because he's just so sweet

sometimes daichi comes in to check on how he's doing and treats him to a meal

he likes to check on other members during live shows

looks stunning in white suits also the fans made a petition for him to grow out his hair and now his hair is long

he and tsukishima have both dreamed of becoming idols and auditioned together

tsukishima's the main (only) rapper of the group

my brain: hnGhh rapper tsukki nskdkssm

he had to work on his stage presence but when he finally Got It he is such a master at it

also had to work on his dancing because he looked like a wiggling beanpole at first

most of his lines are actually written by him esp because he didn't want to say anything that felt embarassing for him and ukai was like 'why dont u write ur songs then?' and he's like 'mAYBE I WILL'

hinata's our other main vocalist, also main visuals and main dancer

his voice is p ordinary but whats great about him is that he's able to keep it consistent while busting out the hardest moves

personally learned a lot of his dancing from noya and tanaka

also he's always in the center because he's short and he looks adorable

he can nail the high notes too btw

he's the kind of idol who has the most random and funniest videos on twitter

kageyama's like their genius maknae

he had been training for such a long time and he actually wanted to be booked for another entertainment company but was rejected (hmm i wonder which company this was ??)

but he was a fan after seeing suga practicing when he toured the company and decided to join KRSN

he's in the vocal line as well and also main dancer

his voice is a lot lower so he harmonizes with yamaguchi and hinata

he and hinata were very competitive when it came to dancing during their trainee days

but they balance each other out pretty well and like to choreograph dance breaks together

super shy around fans and fansigns

most of the pics of him have kageyama doing the peace sign because he's awkward af

KRSN as a whole

takeda and ukai really encourage all of them bonding together and taking breaks in between all the stress of practicing and performing

they all live in one big house and its really chaotic

very few people know how to cook and do laundry

also there is an average of 2 accidents per week

but they do get along when it comes to practicing for the next comeback, especially when the subgroups have to collab

ennoshita's studio is a mess of sticky notes and crumpled up paper with probs asahi, daichi, tsukishima, and ennoshita napping on a couch

suga loves being able to train hinata and yamaguchi with vocals and they have a project of covering a new song every week for the fans

tanaka, noya, kageyama and hinata also spend a lot of time in the dance studio

whenever there's a new song they like to come up with movements to add to the choreography

after a really hard day of dancing they end up falling asleep in the studio and waking up to take-out courtesy of takeda

photoshoots and styling sessions take forever since there are so many of them but also its a good time for the members to get some sleep

but kinoshita and narita do not but in the end its all worth it when they see the photos and the reactions from the fans

their music and performances are very varied since they like to show that they're versatile as much as they can

they don't really prioritize being precise and flawless, more on channeling the emotion of their songs and power in their dances

no two performances of the same song are ever the same 

KIYOKO

okay so takeda also had this genius idea of bringing out solo acts and after another round of auditions, kiyoko caught his eye

she's a bit older with idol training and recently left the group she was supposed to debut with because the company didn't treat them right

my girl kiyoko knows her rights

she's basically an all-around talent: good at singing, dancing, rapping, and visuals

takeda knew he would be dumb to overlook her and even though they've mostly been producing boy bands, maybe they'll have success with a solo female idol

kiyoko was very clear abt wanting to have more control over how she was going to be presented and also wanted the opportunity to write her own songs

and takeda and ukai were jus like well yeah duh, that's why we scouted you

kiyoko was like an immediate success

her style is def very sassy and sexy, especially with her dancing ability

kind of like Chungha or Hwasa

but her fans also like her more melancholic and deep songs that are accompanied by her piano playing

she's also super confident and loves to use her platform to empower women

sometimes she does get together with the KRSN members

she collabs pretty often with suga esp when it comes to dance covers and performances

the day she asked tanaka and noya to be back-up rappers for one of her songs was the happiest moment of their lives

kiyoko's a fucking queen

HITOKA

because i wrote hc's for kiyoko i have to make one for yachi too

she's quite interesting because yachi joined like one of those idol training shows and kiyoko happened to be a guest judge

watching yachi sing made her sense some sort of potential so kiyoko being the bad ass bitch she is convinced takeda and ukai to work with her

yachi almost died hearing that Queen Kiyoko thought she had potential

her first years training to be an idol were really tough on her, esp since she was aiming to be a solo act

but she spent a lot of time training with the KRSN - D group and they really helped boost her confidence

everyone in KRSN and kiyoko asked their fans on twitter to support her when yachi's first album dropped

yachi's music is super mellow and light and she has a very sweet, high voice

comeback stages and music video shootings are pretty scary for her but she really shines in live, studio sessions

also knows how to play guitar

writes her own songs !!!

during her first fan meeting she prepared a bunch of presents for her fans and was scared that no one would come but a whole bunch of people did and she was so happy she almost cried

haikyuu!! music idol au series: karasuno vers., seijoh and shiratorizawa vers., nekoma and fukurodani vers.

[keytomythoughts]

Perfect Imperfections | Chapter 2

Chapter Index

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“Wait, you’re making your debut soon? You were still a trainee when I was in high school, right?”

He nods, one hand on the steering wheel while the other hangs outside of the car. “The company told me a month ago, so we’ve been practicing like crazy. Fortunately, practice ended early today, so I was able to swing by and pick you up from the train station.”

I smile smugly, punching his arm playfully. “Aww, you did miss me. Look at that.”

He snorts but doesn’t refute my statement. 

The evening sky is dusted in shades of rose, gold, and soft orange, the mix enveloping the horizon similar to a canvas being brushed with aesthetic paints. The clouds hang low, the sun casting shadows on the tallest of buildings with its warm, pale-yellow glow. The wind doesn’t nip at us sharply, instead shifting to a more calming, serene breeze. 

The car ride shouldn’t have lasted as long as it did, but I realize halfway that he was purposely taking the longer routes home. Sensing my lurking apprehension from our phone call hours ago, my brother picked up on that cue and decided to distract me as much as he could before we inevitably had to return.

Something my parents failed to realize. 

“Oh right, I forgot to ask,” Jaehyun stares ahead and switches lanes with ease, heading towards yet another highway, “how are Eunwoo and Moonbin?”

I did mention that Eunwoo and Jaehyun are close friends as well, so it wasn’t surprising when I found out that he knows of my friends circle. Well, those two really. Imagine my horror when I realized that they were the same age and friends. Shocking at first, but I got used to it. Besides, it’s not like we were awkward about it or anything. Moonbin also knew my brother, so we all essentially got along fairly well. 

I push the strands of hair away from my face, glancing down at my phone in my lap to find no new notifications from them since I last texted. Sighing, I look out to my right. “They’re fine. Both of them are gonna be in Seoul for the summer, so we’re just planning on hanging out until college starts.”

“Have you guys decided where to go, what you want to study?” 

I shrug my shoulders. “Not really. I mean, I’ve been thinking about medicine at Korea University, but,” I sink into the seat a little, sighing, “you know it’s not up to me.” My voice drops to a whisper near the end, my eyes casting towards the road ahead. 

Jaehyun turns to me, taking his hand off the steering wheel to gently pat my arm. “I know, sis. I really do. But still,” he removes his hand and places it back on the wheel, his eyes refocusing back on the road, “you should tell them what you want to do. Who knows, they might listen this time.”

I snort, crossing my arms over my chest. I tilt my head back against the seat, turning to look at my brother. “You really think so?”

To this, he doesn’t respond. How could he? It would be a lie meant to comfort me, but we both know the truth. He simply sighs, running a hand through his hair and leaving it behind his neck. I heave another sigh as well, both of us knowing that things may not work out the way we would like them to. 

This wouldn’t be the first time anyways.

We exit the freeway and merge onto the familiar streets of my neighborhood. Soon enough, we were pulling up into our driveway, the nervousness replacing the initial excitement of being back home. Jaehyun turns off the engine, neither of us making a move to leave the car first. Of course, with my nerves shot and breathing shallow, there would be no way I could go inside alone. Lucky for me, I’m not.

But why can’t I shake this sick feeling?

Jaehyun reaches out and squeezes my hand once, flashing that stupid grin of his at me. “C’mon, let’s go inside. Your oppa will protect you~”

I swat his hand away, my nose wrinkling in disgust but the laughter bubbles in my throat. He rubs my head again before removing his shades and stepping out of the car. Before I can unbuckle and step out myself, Jaehyun already stands at my side, holding my luggage. He waits patiently until I close the door behind me, my steps wavering slightly as I stand before the elaborately carved wooden door of our house. 

Jaehyun nudges my shoulder, smirking. “It won’t bite, Hyu.”

I roll my eyes as I follow right behind him. He unlocks the door and turns the doorknob and disappears past the threshold. I trail close behind him, a breath catching in my throat as I walk towards the living room. Everything was the way I remembered it, minus the new decorative pieces presumably from my father’s visits abroad. Living as a surgeon requires him to embark on trips overseas, sometimes not returning for months at a time. My mother, on the other hand, doesn’t actively practice surgery, instead deciding to teach as a medical professor at a top university in the northern district of Seoul. 

Four years and nothing has changed, huh? 

Jaehyun states that he’s going to put my belongings in my room before coming back down, and I nod at him. Just as he ascends up the stairs, my mother emerges from the kitchen, smoothing down the front of her lavish apron, a tight smile adorning her small, petite face. Her reddish-brown hair is worn in a small bun, her glasses hanging from her shirt. I won’t lie to you, my mother is a beautiful woman, even in her late forties. Smart, rich, and insanely polished. Not only her, but my father is the same as well. It’s no surprise where my brother gets his enviable features from, while I question what leftovers were given to me. I never believed myself to be smart or beautiful, like my parents. Nor was I carefree and sociable, like my brother. Sometimes I question if I was ever adopted, seeing as I seem to be my family’s outlier. The odd-one-out. Yet, Moonbin and Eunwoo highlighted those little bits of me that I’ve shamed myself on. Where I saw disappointment, they saw genuity. The “flaws” were my strengths. They prided me on the things my parents didn’t view so favorably. 

How I wish they were with me right now.  

My mom approaches me, enveloping me in a rather tight embrace. Wasn’t expecting that, but I reciprocate the action anyway.

“Hyuna, dear, I’m so glad you’re home,” she pulls away, grabbing me by my arms as her eyes scan my face, smiling, “and you’ve gotten so much prettier. I see your aunt took care of you well, I’m glad.” She places a hand against my cheek.

I smile nervously. “Happy to be back, mom. Sorry for not informing you and dad that I was coming back today.”

She shakes her head, tapping my cheek lightly before moving away from me. “Nonsense, dear. Your father is in his study, so he’ll be down shortly. I know how very tired you must be, so let’s set the table for dinner.” She shuffles back towards the kitchen, soon bringing out various utensils and a stack of plates. I immediately grab them from her and arrange the items on the table for the four of us. My mom kisses the top of my head and smooths my hair down, returning to the kitchen so she could bring out the meals. 

Something’s not right here.

My mother isn’t really the affectionate type. While it was blatantly obvious that I wasn’t the favorite child, that title reserved for Jaehyun (again, no surprise there), they didn’t really hate me, if that makes sense. They just tended to leave Jaehyun to do as he pleases, while I would have to listen to them. I don’t doubt that they care for us both, as good parents should, but I can’t help but feel disheartened when they would dismiss my feelings and decide to enforce their own ideals on me. Claiming that this would be “the best for me”.

As much as I respect my parents for raising me to be the ambitious, hardworking woman that I am, a part of me wishes that they would see me as a person with hopes and aspirations of my own, not just an extension of their legacy. 

How could they decide what’s best for me when I don’t even have the ability to voice them myself?

Moments later, my father descends from the stairs, my brother walking down from behind him as well. It seems like he’s been busy with office meetings, seeing as he’s still dressed in his formal beige button-up shirt and black dress pants. His glasses sit perfectly on the bridge of his nose, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants. 

I bow my head in respect. “Good evening, Father.”

He acknowledges my presence with a curt nod. No surprise again. He’s a man of few words, but when he does speak, he’s blunt and gets straight to the point. Wasting time and skirting around the truth has never been his philosophy. He practically radiates with superiority and firmness. From the stoic expression on his face to his neatly styled brown hair, my father was nothing short of a posh man in his early fifties. The best surgeon, the perfect doctor, the staple of all admirable men in South Korea.

In short, he’s practically worshipped by professionals across the nation. 

Naturally, my brother and I take great pride in our parents and our family’s rather successful and lavish legacy. Of course, with this reputation, it’s expected of us to uphold it. Education must be nothing short of challenging. Careers must be everything but disappointing. Appearances had to be pristine, no flaws or shortcomings apparent.

You get the picture.

My brother attended college for a short while—a year and a few months, if I’m not wrong—before dropping out once he got scouted by a reputable entertainment label. I don’t know specific details, but I do know that my parents weren’t initially too pleased to hear that he wanted to pursue a career as an idol singer. Nonetheless, and with the things Jaehyun was allowed to get away with, this was just another thing to be added to that list. I figured my father would come around and think that the Jungs shouldn’t be limited to more “sophisticated” fields—medicine, law, business, and the like. Branching out and including fine arts, including performance, would only solidify the notion that our family is meant to dominate every field imaginable with integrity and poise. 

My mother and I finish setting up the table and call for the rest to sit. Seeing the variety of dishes laid out, you would think it was a special occasion. Surely they weren’t celebrating my graduation as class Valedictorian. I haven’t told them any of my accomplishments, but I’m sure they had their means of getting access to my reports even before I was made aware of them. Connections, the most vital thing in the Jung family. It’s what helps us climb ranks and secure top positions in society. Why we’re so heavily respected, as well as feared. 

Jaehyun and I sit adjacent to each other while our parents are seated across us. We begin to eat in silence. Nothing too different from how we had family dinners back then, albeit the absence of my father or mother from late meetings or an overseas conference. To be quite frank, it did seem strange to have a meal with all of us present after so long.

My father suddenly clears his throat. “Hyuna, I heard from the teachers at your high school that you performed excellently. I’m pleased to hear this.”

I pause, my eyes training up to meet his steady gaze. Though pleased, he didn’t seem to express it facially. A direct complement is seldom said, so it comes as no surprise that it was the only thing I, or my brother, would be receiving. 

Jaehyun nudges me, realizing that I hadn’t responded as my father awaits with the same steady expression.    

“O-Oh, thank you, Father.”

He nods, placing his utensil back down on the plate before clasping his hands in front of him.

“Now that you’ve graduated, have you considered your possible college options and future career plans?”

This. This is the very question I’ve been dreading.

I can feel the air around me grow thick with anticipation. His words hang in the air, the words to respond with the scripted lines I’ve recited endlessly in my brain unable to fall from my lips. I suddenly recall what Jaehyun and Moonbin had told me prior, to try and voice my opinions in hopes that they may be heard and properly considered this time. After all, I would never know if I didn't try. Here’s my chance.

But, my father continues upon my brief hesitation. “With your academic record, you would have no issue enrolling in the top universities within the country. Even abroad, if you considered that as well.”

I gulp, my fingers clenching tightly in my lap. I force my rapid heart to slow its pace in fear that it may burst out of my chest, my breathing trying to be as calm as it can be. I can feel Jaehyun eyeing me from the side, and my mother stops eating as well. 

There’s silence. One which I break when I open my mouth to let the words bottled up in my mind spill out before I can properly think them through.

“I want to stay here, in Seoul.”

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 

[shoichee]

GoMs + Kagami, Hanamiya, Teppei as Pokémon Trainers

Pokémon x Kuroko no Basket Crossover

Headcanons on KNB characters if they were trainers

For only the “Generation of Miracles” (plus Kagami), I wanted to show that they are prodigies in the pokémon universe by each giving them the appropriate specialty legendary/mythical pokémon respective to their anime counterpart abilities/personalities.

Also, as GoMs in the pokémon universe, I was careful to also choose some of their respective pokémon based on base stats and the consideration of type variety, unless a team had most pokémon sharing a type for a reason, in addition to already choosing pokémon based on their pokédex entries.

I have also given pictures of said pokémon suited to each KNB character below the cut.

Warning: spoilers on KNB characters, it’s a given

Kuroko Tetsuya 

his lack of presence would directly translate into the pokémon world pretty nicely and would make him pretty attuned to ghost pokémon floating about, but that won’t necessarily mean he’ll have a full team of ghosts

I feel like he would accidentally just pick up the mythical pokémon, Marshadow as a kid without knowing its reputation and would just let it follow him around like a buddy… and then they would become an official trainer-pokémon relationship later on // they’re both tiny and usually unnoticeable; they’d be best friends

he’d definitely have a Zoroark, since these pokémon require very strong bonds with their trainers, and they’re infamously known for their illusions and trickery; for Kuroko, he probably saw right through a Zorua’s (pre-evolution) tricks back in the day and then it became intrigued by him and joined him along the way before evolving into the Zoroark we see present day // this is a tribute to Nigou as well, since they’re both dog-like/fox?????

surprisingly, he’d have a Hatterene just trailing behind recently; Hatterenes hate extreme emotions emitted from humans and I’d feel like it would just be lured in by his dry personality

Hatterene’s color scheme is literally the same blue and pink like Kuroko and Momoi, so Hatterene is very much a Momoi who chases Kuroko around while he doesn’t mind it at all

his 4th pokémon, Vanilluxe, came to be when he spent hours hiding in the tall grass for a Vanillite (pre-evolution) to show up; he was willing to go out of his way to catch one because he wanted an ode to his love for vanilla milkshakes

all in all, he would be the trainer who is able to instantly connect and make friends with other pokémon around without even trying; ironically, he would have the most variety of typings in his team because of that

he’s the protagonist trainer who would always be the first to openly stand up against the villain teams and foiling their plans, but he would need the support of the other GoMs (cough) to take down the team bosses

he would definitely be friends with N (BEST franchise character)

he’s a “youngster” trainer like a “youngster joey” vibe KDJWORKWKW but like he’s pretty OP by the end of his journey

Kise Ryota

Cinderace with its hidden ability Libero is perfect for our blondie; Libero is an ability that allows the user to become that type of the move it just used until it uses a move of a different type, and then it’ll switch to that next type (I thought about Greninja with its Protean ability at first because it’s the OG ability and it's the exact effect just a diff name; but Cinderace’s design is a soccer motif and it reminded me of Kise in the old Teiko days)

Kise would very much be a renown model in the pokémon universe, and he’d idolize Elesa (from Pokémon B/W and B2/W2); both are blonde models too LOL (except she dyed her hair black in B2/W2)

so he’d have a Luxray (non shiny OR shiny, both suit him), because since he looks up to her so much and she’s an electric-type gym leader, he’d probably have an electric-type of his own

I would think he’d have a dragon-type pokémon like Haxorus to connect him with Aomine (a dragon-type trainer) since in the anime, Aomine was Kise’s mentor and role model in basketball; it would give him a fighting chance with Aomine if they ever faced each other in a pokémon battle

he would have a shiny Sylveon, and he would love to dote the ever living fuck out of it and feed it poképuffs (maybe from Murasakibara’s café LOL) and sing with it, and every time it sweeps someone’s team with its Moonblasts, he’ll cheer it on so much BDHWIRWI it also adds a certain connotation to his idol reputation as this “approachable guy” with his adorable Sylveon too

this guy has an idol status not just in the beauty/fashion industry, but also in the sports world (especially in Unova’s sports stadium in Nimbasa city)

he’d meet tons of other models and fashion icons like gym leader Nessa, champion Diantha, etc. WHEW JUST SAYIN

he would have his face plastered everywhere on trainer PR videos and even getting offers for some minor acting roles in Pokéstar Studios

one day, while he’d be at the studio, there was a whole commotion how the studio and the museum had their deliveries mixed up because the studio had the real meteorite while the museum had the well-made prop of a meteorite; and uh, it turns out this meteorite had the alien virus that pretty much had its DNA mutated into a Deoxys

long story short, being a very experienced trainer, Kise would manage to catch it after hours of chasing it in the wild areas nearby

over time, he and this particular Deoxys would come to have enough mutual respect for each other to be able to battle as a proper trainer-pokémon duo

that being said, he won’t resort to using it unless it’s life-threatening; note: he changes its Formes using a chunk from the meteorite in the studios he broke off (Deoxys [and its many forms] is further reference to his versatility as a basketball player)

Midorima Shintarou

as a man who seeks for good luck and fortunes he’d stack up on a Chimecho for sure and… 

Togekiss; he used to have its pre-evolution Togepi to solely to try to make it stand up while sleeping for good luck (according to the pokédex), and the more he kept trying, the more he made it attached to him and before he knew it, he had a fully evolved Togekiss // he’ll NEVER admit that he loves it to bits, though

this might be unexpected at first glance, but he’d have a Mega Absol; hear me out, it’s called the “disaster pokémon” according to its pokédex, however it is only named so because it warns others of disasters when it appears SO IT WOULD WARN MIDORIMA OF INCOMING BAD LUCK

he’d probably receive a Rowlet from Momoi as a gift from her laboratory, and he didn’t have the heart to abandon it; he’d evolve it to a Decidueye… and just… keep it (this pokémon is a reference to his no-miss shots)

ultimate good luck bringer: Ho-Oh ✨

would have the most “balanced” team out of everyone in terms of type-coverage (reference to him having the most coverage in skills for basketball, from shooting to absolute defense to having ball-handling skills)

he’d totally avoid Akashi’s Kadabra (pre-evolution of Alakazam)—who will be mentioned later down in the list—because it’s said to bring bad luck, as well as avoiding all the Ninetales because he doesn’t want to risk accidentally pulling off one of their tails and be cursed

he’ll avoid caverns as much as possible (but it’s impossible to avoid them all) because those are the habitats of Golbats (who will supposedly give bad luck if one bites you) but if there wasn’t a leeway for him, he will literally LATCH onto his Chimeco and keep his Togekiss and Absol out of their pokéballs to guard him LMAOOO

I would feel he would constantly strive to fill up his entire pokédex, so he’d be a pokémon master in training in a sense; he’s someone who wants to prepare himself for any situation and opportunity, so being a pokédex filler would always provide him an encyclopedia on potential pokémon to either stay away from or catch more of because of certain luck factors

make no mistake though, he’s a seasoned pokémon battler, don’t fuck with him

Aomine Daiki

an intimidating Garchomp would be his ace™️ pokémon, ummmm have you SEEN its base SPEED stat??? it’s a monster

we’re gonna go overkill and give this man a Mega Rayquaza just for the sole fact that he’d be the “ace” trainer of ALL ace trainers and veterans alike

however, because of his “lack of practice/training” like in the anime, he’d probably just stick with these two pokémon, since usually Garchomp already sweeps everyone’s teams without a sweat

homie is probably napping on top of one of the laboratory roofs (probably the one Momoi works in) or escaping to a nearby cliff or hill to relax and keep a lookout for any promising trainers that pass by him

is a trainer who pretty much kept one-shotting all the trainers throughout his journey in the region (aka that’s us protagonists when we play against NPCs)

he would also be that trainer who wiped the floor with the current champion so badly that he felt that all his “training” leading up to that moment didn’t even feel rewarding (plus there’s those countless trainer battles before where it didn’t feel thrilling), and so, he just left the league after, waiting for the day a sufficient rival could show up in his life

he’s definitely cleared the challenging battle systems of each region (probably back when he still had some passion for battling and had a good full team): Battle Frontier, Battle Tree, PWT tournament, Battle Manson, Battle Tower… you name it, he’d probably be done with most of them, if not, all

Murasakibara Atsushi

he’d have a Bewear, Appletun, and lots of variants of Alcremie’s just hanging around him

note: you should search up all the variations of Alcremies yourself, hint cough, it’s 60 variations total

maybe he’d have a Snorlax chilling nearby because it’s so huge

Murasakibara would be a Pokécafé owner AND HE’D HAVE HIS BULKY BEWEAR AND HIS SNORLAX GUARD THE SHOP, YOU CAN’T ARGUE WITH ME 

or he would UNLEASH his G-MAX forms of Alcremie’s

and he’ll just use his pokémon to make the tastiest poffins, poképuffs, and pokécurry

he’ll never bring out his final pokémon, Melmetal, unless it’s an absolute emergency and his shop is in danger

he would love Kuroko’s Vanilluxe, in a sense where he would always impassively joke about eating the ice-cream pokémon and Kuroko would just constantly hope he’s not being for real

he wouldn’t be motivated by ambitions like other trainers would have, he just wants to chill and loaf around all day; if someone pissed him off about he was a “weak” trainer or how they were becoming overly cocky when talking about their goals, he’d be right there smiling and ready to annihilate them | (• ◡•)|

Akashi Seijuro

Espeon would totally fit him as his first pokémon; its eyes are very reminiscent of his feline irises, and it’s tiny in size but a very powerful sweeper when set up right AND THEY’re ~calm~ while being capable of either sweet or very calculating later on / LIKE PET, LIKE OWNER

Tsareena; this one has a literal attitude of a queen and its pokédex is pretty terrifying in which one kick from its legs “leaves a wound in the opponent's body and soul that will never heal”... sound familiar?

Nidoking, cough I wonder why I picked this guy he’s a king, but jokes aside, it’s here to add more type variety to his team, and it’s mostly there to be a status inflictor (aka poisoning) and hazard setter with traps for his opponents… sound familiar with how he initiates his shogi strategies?

Mega Alakazam. that’s it. this pokémon has 5000 IQ like ?? would totally wipe the floor with Akashi in shogi if it tried

you thought Aomine had an overkill legendary, but Akashi has Hoopa, who’s capable of a Confined form and Unbound form, representative of his two contrasting personalities 

he’s an ambitious trainer aiming to become a Pokémon Master, and he’s one of those feared prodigies that all the region champions just lowkey sweat hearing about him coming to wreck their leagues apart

his pokédex would be damn near completed

he looks more into a pokémon’s utility and how it can fit into his strategies; it just turns out that most of the capable/eligible pokémon he ends up picking are psychic-types because they all tend to have extremely high intelligence to pull them off

Momoi Satsuki

Mega Altaria fits Momoi’s aesthetic of being cute, but very dangerous if you underestimate it, and I wanted a cute connection to Aomine who I primarily headcanoned to be a dragon-type trainer, so Altaria is a dragon-type pokemon that I picked out (perfect alternative would be Mega Gardevoir if she never met Aomine)

Blissey is a pokemon that brings happiness to anyone that eats their eggs, and it very much fits Momoi’s personality

Tapu Lele is a totem pokemon that has incredible knowledge, and is known to be able to outsmart any opponent during battle, referencing her pre-cognitive defense research abilities

she would definitely be constantly mistaken as a pokémon “Beauty” (yes that’s a trainer title), but in actuality, she’s training to become a pokémon professor as an assistant 

Momoi’s “professor specialty” would definitely be her researching about a pokémon’s current stats (plus their EVs and IVs) and would pinpoint their level of potential and thus, predict their growth (and the steps taken for a certain type of growth) // she’d probably become really famous in the world of competitive battling because a lot of trainers would try to approach her to help “train their teams”

Kagami Taiga

I think he would ironically have a Lopunny because it used to be Alex’s but she just left it in his care and now he has this prankster bunny that’s basically an Alex 2.0 to other pokémon in its vicinity ?? but it has hops like Kagami so

a hotheaded, short-tempered guy like Kagami would have an Incineroar (they… kinda look the same) 

Krookodile would be very much up his alley… its offensive stats are also not something to take lightly, especially when paired with moves like Earthquake and Foul Play

Kommo-o would be a pokémon that embodies Kagami’s personality very well: it seeks to battle only strong opponents for the reason to defeat the “darkness,” and its presence is more than enough to scare the weaker opponents away; Kagami has been mentioned as the “light” many times throughout the series, and his piercing gaze on the courts generate suffocating pressure on the opposing teams // it’s also a pseudo-legendary pokémon on the same base-stat caliber as Aomine’s Garchomp (hinting at their game against each other) ( ᐛ )

last one I’d find really amusing to give for Kagami would be Victini, the adorable mythical pokémon said to bring only victories for its trainer… and it’s a reference to his ascendance to the top of the Winter Cup after defeating all the GoM’s teams

oh yeah, I forgot Mega Lopunny existed so I’ll just attached that right below

anywho, so he’s a rising pokémon trainer who wants to become a pokémon master… but only for the battling part LOL like he doesn’t believe in “catching ‘em all” so to speak because he’d be someone who would believe in winning battles with the pokémon you truly bonded with; in other words, he’d probably only catch new pokémon if he feels a certain connection with them

but because of that, he doesn’t have much info on other pokémon besides his own, and it bites him in the ass when he has to try to figure out ways to take down opposing teams

reluctantly would team up with Kuroko after finding out many of the competitions require double battling but he doesn’t have a single strategy for it, and then Kuroko would pop out of nowhere and offered a hand to be his double battle partner until he learned how to double-battle on his own

spoiler alert, they totally start becoming travel companions in exploring the world together

of course Kagami would have battle strategies, but he isn’t like Akashi where he would actively look for the appropriate strong pokémon for his strategies; he makes strategies to accommodate his existing team

Kiyoshi Teppei

HE HAS A LUCARIO, NOT ONLY THAT A MEGA LUCARIO; they both seek for justice and they’re extremely loyal, and they both are able to read their opponents very easily 

HE ISN’T CALLED THE “IRON HEART” FOR NOTHING, I CAN SEE HIM WITH A SHINY METAGROSS JUST BEING AN OFFENSIVE TANK YET BEING ABLE TO SWEEP, JUST LIKE AN ACE WOULD

he would live a double life: a shopkeeper of his grandparents’ pokémon item/antique store by day, pokémon ranger and patroller by night

he would keep his local area safe (ง'̀-'́)ง

yes, I only see him as a steel-type trainer

he’d be so precious with his pokémon and meticulous in his care for them: he’d probably shine his Metagross everyday or brush out his Lucario’s fur, just because !!

and his pokémon would be fiercely protective of Teppei in return, mostly because they noticed he has bad knees and they don’t want him to strain them any further(;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

Hanamiya Makoto

no debate, he’d have a shiny Hydreigon… dude that pokémon is an absolute nightmare to level up and evolve, let alone tame, but back when it debuted in Pokémon B/W, it was the most OP pokémon out there // shiny variant of it because it has a similar color scheme to the Kirisaki Daiichi basketball team, and he’d probably have a shiny version just to flaunt it off and piss people off

Salazzle with a hidden ability Corruption, where it allows it to poison any pokémon regardless of type or ability; again, it’s to piss the trainers off in battle

and finally, a Dracovish; a person like him would totally have this inherently fucked up pokémon just for the sole purpose to disturb the hell out of his opponent trainers, but make no mistake: it’s an underdog sweeper 

look, he’s an admin of some sinister villain team and he has his other Kirisaki Daiichi starter players as his personalized grunts (they’re like a specific sect of the villain team; e.g. Shadow Triad or the Seven Sages of Team Plasma)

you might wonder, why don’t I give him a “spider” pokémon, since the webs are the analogy used to compare to his strategies in basketball? too many villains have Ariados in their teams and Galvantula is a friendly, fuzzy tarantula soooo it wouldn’t fit Hanamiya at all

I don’t think he would have any deep motive to be villainous other than to just enjoy people getting fucked over by his own deeds and actions; sometimes, it isn’t so deep

“it’s your boy, Guzma Hanamiya” if you get this reference I love you

End Note: “Mega” forms and “G-MAX” forms are not separate pokémon, but rather, temporary power-ups during battles; they are just shown to show the differences in appearances compared to their original forms when they transform.

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In Another Life

Bucky Barnes x reader ° part seven

Summary: Waiting 88 years to find your soulmate? It was cruel. But it was a cruel fate Bucky would have to face whether he accepted it or not. Bucky was a tortured man all his life and he wasn't even granted the solace of having his soulmate at his side. All he had was the promise of one in another life. They were separated by two different times.

But the pain in their lives were connected.

Y/n had been alone ever since she could remember. All she could depend on was the soulmate that was destined to be at her side. Yet when the snap occured she lost him.

And Bucky never got to meet her.

The diner was quiet, despite the time of day. Light chatter echoed around them but Y/n could hardly notice, her gaze and attention all focused on the large, green man before her. 

Bruce Banner was another idol of hers. He was one of the only brains to compete with hers, aside from Tony Stark, and she admired his work. It was his work after all that had attracted her full attention in that diner. 

The once timid looking man who stood small and nervous during lectures now sat confident and relaxed upon his chair, shoveling the biggest portions of food she had ever seen into his mouth. 

When Steve and Nat mentioned a genius her mind had immediately come to the much more civilized Hulk, but he wasn't their first stop. No, when they pulled up at a small cabin outside of the city, she was confused. 

It was secluded so it was easy to convince herself that they had arrived at Bruce Banner's home but that idea was thrown out the window when a familiar figure stepped away from the small tent out front. She recognized him in an instant and sunk back into herself once realization struck that she was at Tony Stark's home. 

"Who's the new girl?" He asked, curiously sending a glance Y/n's way as he adjusted his hold on the girl in his arms. 

"Dr. Y/n L/n. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Stark." Her voice cracked slightly but he didn't seem to mind as he reached out for Y/n's hand, shifting the small girl to his hip. 

"Iron Man fan?" He questioned, his grip on her hand soothing in a way. Y/n offered a short shrug, sending a warm look to the girl Y/n assumed was his daughter. 

"More of a 'Tony Stark the philanthropist' fan." A shy smile caked her face and Tony found himself returning it. It was new to him, the way someone admired his true persona rather than the superhero he had made himself to be. It was a welcomed feeling. 

"Well, Doc, since I've got you here-there's this pain in my neck." Tony slipped his hand from her own, moving to rub a spot on his neck. His daughter let her fingers entwine with his own as he did so and the heartwarming smile he gave her reminded Y/n very much of her own father. 

It seemed forever ago since she last saw his proud grin and she allowed herself to wonder what he would think of her life. What would her mother think? Would they be proud? Or would they share the same disappointment she now felt in herself for lying and cowering for so many years? 

"I'd recommend a chiropractor, I'm afraid I'm a PhD type of doctor." Her tone was strained, Steve being the only one to notice it. He knew she was thinking of her past. It was a look he had seen on too many people. A look of loss. He just wished she'd finally let down her walls. 

"I feel like I know you." 

Tony's statement sent a chill down her spine but she did her best to ignore the feeling, allowing yet another smile to grace her lips. 

"I wish." Y/n gave a short giggle, forcing away any suspicion Tony might've had. His eyes lingered on her for a moment but ultimately turned away, carrying on with their reason for visiting. 

Despite their pleas, Tony rejected their idea not that they could blame him. And while Y/n would've loved to work with him, she had just been ecstatic to meet the famous Tony Stark she looked up to all her life. 

He was the reason she took such an interest in science and technology. She was once trained to be the next Tony Stark after all. It was interesting seeing how different their lives had ended up, Tony choosing a life away from people while she chose to help them. She still admired him and she absolutely fell in love with his daughter, Morgan, an innocent replica of her father. 

There had once been a time when she imagined her and her soulmate having the stereotypical suburban life; married with kids. However when the snap occured, any hope of that life died with her soulmate. 

Yet this didn't stop her from pondering an alternative. She wondered if she and her soulmate did have a life together, what it would be like? What would he be like? Was he funny? Was he kind? Was he charming? Were his eyes really blue? 

"About what we were saying…" Steve said, capturing their attention once more. Scott wore a baffled and angry look after the whole picture interaction and Y/n couldn't help but be amused as he sat next to her with a pout. 

"Right. The whole time travel do-over? Guys, it's outside my area of expertise." Bruce explained. Y/n's heart sank and she sighed, her eyes subconsciously searching for Steve's. His eyes were still hopeful and he turned away from her trying to convince Bruce to help. 

"Y/n said she could get it started. Couldn't that help?" He questioned, almost desperate as Y/n shared a look with Bruce. She could tell he wanted to help just as much as the next guy but their entire plan rested on something that came straight out of a movie. 

"Steve, leading an experiment like this would be impossible if I don't even know where to start." Bruce tried to explain gently. Nat stared at Bruce, her expression unconvinced and even a little encouraging as a soft smirk twisted on her lips. 

"Well, you pulled this off. I remember a time when that seemed pretty impossible, too." She replied. Bruce fell silent, looking down at himself as he contemplated the decision. It would be risky but they didn't really have much else to lose, right? 

•••

Bruce had come back with them to the compound and after explaining the strategy she'd come up with, Y/n set off to find Steve. 

He'd been quiet since she'd asked him the truth about Bucky. She regretted it, having pushed him so far. But she was also kind of relieved. 

Finally she understood how her life had fallen apart. Understood why the man she feared had done what he did. 

She even understood why his eyes had looked the way they did that day. The pain and suffering within them made sense and the eyes that accompanied her nightmares only filled her with heartache. 

Would the guilt ever fade? Or would she just continue to find more things to feel guilt for? 

After a bit of searching, she found Steve in his room, leaning against the headrest of his bed. The room was neat and if it hadn't been for the few personal effects on the dresser she would've argued it wasn't lived in. In a way that was true since a majority of his nights were spent at her apartment whether it be movie nights, game nights or simply nights spent together doing their own things. 

Steve looked up from his sketchbook when she softly knocked on the door frame, leaning on it as he set down the book. 

"Come in." She wordlessly padded over, climbing up to sit next to him. Their shoulders brushed and the calming effect that came with her presence uplifted his spirits causing him to look over at her with a tender smile. 

"Let me guess. You wanna know what's wrong." He acknowledged. Y/n studied his thoughtful eyes, shaking her head with a brief exhale as she turned away. 

"You have a way of staring into someone's soul. Did that come with the serum or has it always been like that?" She asked him, her tone teasing yet a little genuine. He shrugged letting out a small laugh. 

The sound out her at ease, telling Y/n that he wasn't angry. At least not at her. Their interaction in the car had hurt both of them and Steve didn't want to continue it any longer. 

"I don't know. I guess I've always been a little intense." His smile faded slowly, allowing his gaze to fall back on the sketchbook. He'd been drawing a familiar sight, unable to get his best friend out of his head. 

Y/n followed his stare, landing on the drawing scribbled onto the page. Respectfully reaching over and picking it up, she looked up at Steve. He made no effort to stop her, watching as her finger traced the curve of the face upon the page. 

It was a rough drawing due to Steve's lack of time to really add the details he wished to but Y/n had seen plenty of his art so he didn't mind as much. Her lips parted but she didn't speak instead creasing her brow as she intently stared at the page. 

Steve had drawn Bucky plenty of times before but shamefully most had been of the Winter Soldier. He used drawing as a way to drag certain images from his head and nothing haunted him more than the monster HYDRA had made his best friend into. 

Yet this drawing was different. He drew him the way he remembered Bucky, from before the snap. When he was getting better. 

On the page was a tired man, a man she'd never seen before. There was a permanent crease in his brow, decades of pointed stares and menacing expressions having worn it into his very features. A bit of stubble had grown on his face and his hair was long like she remembered. Even his expression as exhausted staring back at her with a weak smile. 

Y/n wondered what moment Steve had drawn this from. What had happened to make Steve catalogue this within his memories. She wondered what had caused that look in his eyes. 

The eyes that stared back at her were completely different from the ones she remembered, though she knew they belonged to the same man. These were kind yet weary: eyes of a man who had broken by war and hate but still felt things like compassion. A man who saw the worst of the world but still chose to protect it. . 

"This was him?" She mumbled softly, meeting Steve's uncertain gaze. 

He nodded, watching as she looked away from him. 

This picture seemed to be her breaking point. 

All the rage and all the terror, all of it melted into the already overflowing pool of self hatred. How could she bear to think about the grudge she'd held against a man who despite everything that the world had done to him, still fought Thanos that day when the world ended. 

Today she had learned all at once the man behind the one she feared and all the hate she once felt was unjust. And as much as she wanted to hold onto it, she just couldn't. 

It was wrong. 

"You can keep it if you want." Steve offered once she had handed him back the sketchbook. She began to shake her head, trying to reason it meant more to him than to her but Steve had already pulled out the page handing it to her. 

"To remember who he really was." He reasoned. 

Y/n held it tenderly in her hands, taking care to lay it in her lap as if touching the page in any rough manner might damage the man displayed on it. 

When the silence came it didn't feel as suffocating as before. They sat there on his bed for an hour in that silence. Y/n was grateful for the time to think, trying desperately to come to terms with everything she'd been told. 

And it wasn't until Y/n was about to get up and head home for a change of clothes that Steve spoke, breaking the silence. 

"I know why you came." Steve said suddenly, making her lift her head to peer up at him. Shame flushed over him and Y/n could feel her heart drop. "You want to know why I wanted you to stay so bad. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" 

"You think keeping me around was a mistake, don't you?" 

Steve's expression morphed into shock and he instantly shook his head at her assumption. Allowing him to take her hand in his, she felt a bit ashamed for how hurt he was by what she had said. 

"No. Never. I want you here because I sincerely believe you can help us. You can help me." Y/n sighed, her eyes landing on their outstretched legs. She let him idly circle his thumb along the back of her hand, trying to fight the urge to argue. 

"I want to help, Steve. And I think I can, just..." She trailed off. "This is your thing, Steve. Not mine. I'm not equipped for this. I wish I was, I really do." 

A frown tugged at his lips and his lashes brushed his skin briefly as his eyes fell on his lap. He knew it was unfair to her to bring her into this and it certainly wasn't okay to keep her against her will but he needed her. 

"I know. And I'm sorry. Just-" He cut himself off, shifting on the bed to face her better. She watched with an unsure gaze as he took both of her hands. "Ever since I could remember I've done what I thought was right and for a while it worked. But the past few years, I've ruined so much." 

His voice was hushed and Y/n could see how troubled he was by his furrowed brow and clouded eyes. His eyes were trained on their intertwined hands, her touch filling him with a familiar ease. One he'd known all his life. 

"Things have gotten too hard. Being Captain America isn't white and black anymore and when we lost, I didn't see a point. But then I met you and things were easy again. I didn't have to be Captain America, I could just be Steve." He confessed. 

He felt guilty, not that his words weren't true. If anything, this was the most honest he had been with her. But the guilt that seeped into his heart came from Bucky. He hadn't just failed the world, he failed all of his friends, all people he would fondly consider his new family. Could he really risk losing again? 

"I don't know if that even makes sense but I need you here. I need to be Steve." He dared to take a glimpse at her, fearing she might condemn him. Instead a warm smile graced Y/n's features, patient and kind like Bucky always was. 

"Okay." She whispered, her heart clenching as she forced the simple word. She couldn't shake the feeling that her luck hadn't yet turned. Everytime she tried to help, it destroyed everything around her. She couldn't let that happen again. "I'm gonna go get some stuff from the apartment then you have my wholehearted assistance."

Y/n carefully tucked the picture into her pocket before climbing off the bed, standing next to it as Steve swung his legs over the edge. "Do you want me to go with you?" He offered. She shook her head, pulling her hair up and tying it. 

"Nah, I'll be ok. What, you scared I'll run away?" She attempted to lighten the mood. Steve chuckled as she walked over to the door running her fingers along the wall before pausing. He watched her small frame hesitate before shooting a short glance back at him. "Hey, uh- just…don't do anything stupid till I get back." She pleaded, earnest concern in her tone as he pushed off the bed. 

A soft smirk came to his face and he lifted a shoulder in a lazy shrug. "How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you." He replied instantly, not giving it too much thought. Y/n scoffed, rolling her eyes and letting her fingers wrap around the doorframe as she stepped out into the hall. 

"Grandpa's got jokes now." She offered a genuine laugh, her smile lingering upon her lips. 

Then she disappeared down the hall, leaving him standing silently in the now empty room trying in vain to brush away the painful overlap. 

•••

When she got back to the apartment she packed a bag of essentials for herself, making sure to stop by Steve's room and pack a few extra clothes in case he needed them. Speaking of the man, she scoffed looking at the full sink. 

"Steven Rogers, I swear." A long sigh filled the quiet apartment as she set about washing the dishes he'd promised to take care of. While she was at it she took care of a few other chores since she wasn't sure when she would be back again. 

There wasn't much to be abandoned at the apartment other than a few plants but they'd been dead for a couple days at that point. She never had been one to have a green thumb but Steve claimed having them around gave the apartment some life. 

Ironic.

The walk back to the compound was peaceful even in the constant gloom of the city. Knowing there was a shift in the atmosphere filled her with a new type of feeling, one she hadn't experienced in a really long time.  

There had been people on the street, going about their business. Everything was dulled compared to life before the snap but she hadn't noticed until she knew there was something to be done. How many times she had gone about her life while something was happening behind the scenes that she had been so painfully oblivious to? Perhaps that was why the Sokovia Accords had been created in the first place. 

There were so many close calls the Avengers prevented that the public didn't even know about until it was on the news. Though she didn't agree with the Accords she understood the government's wish to be more aware and even in control. 

Once reaching the compound, Nat let her in through the gate and Y/n began her trek to the building. Tugging her hair free of the hair tie, it fell loose around her face and she cringed at the grease starting to build on her scalp. Moving through the halls of the compound, she let herself really explore. 

Despite years of friendship she hadn't really been at the compound for longer than a few hours at a time, most of the visit being spent in the training room with Nat. Steve explained he wanted to keep his friendship with her separate from his life as an Avenger and since she had been doing everything in her power to forget her past, she appreciated the separation. 

As she continued to wonder, she hoped there'd be a shower somewhere on the large complex. But before she could ask anyone, her silent venture was cut off by the sounds of very frantic voices coming from a door to her left. Hesitantly she stepped through, finding herself in a large open space with a very odd scene. 

 The horrid van had been brought in and the back glowed while what looked like a portal swirled inside it. A baby, she assumed to be Scott, stood on wobbly feet in a crudely made suit as everyone turned to her with alarmed expressions. Y/n dropped her bag and rushed forward, pushing Bruce aside as she pointed for Nat. 

"When I say kill the reactor, kill it!" Y/n demanded, adjusting the calculations on the panel as Nat rapidly walked over to the reactor. 

"Kill it!" Y/n called. Nat's frantic hands quickly pulled down the knob, turning off the reactor before looking back over to the van. Scott had returned to his position and normal age, his face contorted in shock and confusion. 

"Somebody peed my pants." Scott proclaimed making Nat sigh, walking over to them. Y/n let go of her own sigh of relief, stepping away from the control panel. Bruce looked over the work she'd done, his eyes widening for a split second before returning to Scott. 

"God, I leave you guys alone for one hour! I told you not to do anything!" She cried, sending an aggravated look at Steve. He cowered under her detested glare, bringing his hand to the back of his neck. 

"But I don't know if it was 'baby' me or 'old' me...or just 'me' me." Scott elaborated, earning an annoyed stare from Y/n. However Bruce did not share her agitation, holding up his hands dramatically. 

"Time travel!" He announced, a proud grin on his face as he looked to the others for the same enthusiasm. Steve refused to reply instead shaking his head and stalking off toward the exit while Y/n tried to calm her racing heart. She made them promise to wait for her. She knew something like this would happen. 

"What? I..I see this as an absolute win!" Bruce called after Steve. Nat and Y/n looked at one another before moving to check on Scott. He was fine other than some wet pants and suit which Y/n painfully took knowing they'd need the suit for another test run, one she knew she'd be leading. 

"Here, Bruce." Y/n tossed him the suit. He caught it with a scrunched nose, holding it at arm's length with a disgusted expression. 

"That's what you get for not waiting." 

Part eight

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