#it struck me in the middle of typing up the post

[biasomnia]

Riddle Rapunzel already injected life and love and happiness into me. Bc look at this, objectively the prettiest card since Fair Gala Ortho

AND THEN THEY MADE EVERYONE ELSE WOMEN TOO!!!

DEUCEE MY SON. I predicted Pascal Kalim, Flynn Deuce and Max (the horse) Jack. I’ll be real I can’t tell if I was right with Jack or Deuce BUT Kalim the whimsical chameleon

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Just finished Reservoir Dogs, and I—

what— what… was that? [sigh] a chain of very intelligent decisions not influenced by emotion [c o U gh] deep, deep love at all oh god

I don’t even like crime moves and keep watching crime movies for the whump thinking the next one will be different— none of them ever are. They’re very well-done but awful at the same time, you know? I like grimdark but not this specific brand of realistic fiction grimdark. It’s not even cathartic (to me). No, it’s seven gigantic shots of depresso espresso injected into the bone marrow and idk how to feel about it, but one thing is for certain:

I am living for the White-Orange bromance… it was nice while it lasted djdjdjdnjdkdkdjdmsmmsls

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

Hard Launching ∘°∘♡∘°∘

Summary: lando and y/n wanted to hard launch their relationship after dating secretly for a while. lando finds the perfect way to do so.

☘ ln x reader ✧˖*°࿐

☘ fluff + humour ✧˖*°࿐

masterlist ☾☼

lando and y/n had been discussing for a while about hard launching their relationship. they had managed to keep it out of the media for an entire season, but the media liked to paint lando as a villain, in more ways than one. not only were they attacking his skills on track, they began collecting pictures of lando with women, no matter how many years ago, and publishing them with articles about him being a womanizer.

the funniest ones were the pictures of lando and her sister out on some bonding time. reading those articles always made y/n laughed, and she would be lying if she said that she didn’t have them bookmarked in her browser for a pick me up when she was having a bad day.

at first, they had thought of doing a simple post with a cheesy caption. enough to let the fans knows that he was off the market again. but, it also felt kind of boring, and that was not lando or y/n’s style.

they discussed it for weeks, looking at different social media websites for inspiration, until it struck lando. scrolling through instagram, he’d found the perfect way to hard launch his relationship with his girlfriend.

when y/n asked him, he said, “you’ll just have to wait like the rest of the world, my love. but, i know you’re going to love it.”

y/n waited, just like he had told her to. she waited for two months, until one day, in the middle of her work, she received the instagram notification of lando posting and tagging her. this was the moment, y/n thought.

opening instagram, she found a reel, instead of a post or a story like she assumed. quickly, wearing her airpods, y/n clicked on the reel, increasing the volume in the background.

the reel opened with someone recording lando as he walked, head down and concentrated. the person recording said, “excuse me, what are you listening to right now?”

lando took out one of his airpods, and said, “my girlfriend yapping,” and then walked away.

the reel immediately cut to different instances of y/n talking and lando patiently listening. they were all sped up videos, and y/n watched her animated hands as she ranted, and lando listening, changing his position every so often. the music in the background was a lively, jaunty sound, and it fit so well with the reel.

there were a series of videos, from their home, from the paddock, from conference rooms where they were waiting for zak, or even from the gym where lando worked out, and y/n basically followed him, still talking his ear off. there were multiple videos of them on facetime as well, or screenshots of their hour - hour and half long conversations.

y/n laughed. it truly was the perfect way for lando to hard launch their relationship. it described them perfectly, if she did say so herself.

scrolling through the comments, she saw a lot of fans crying that he was a taken man now. she saw some saying things like, “this is the realest representation of a relationship.” there were some hate comments too, but they were stupid, so she ignored them.

she commented on the post as well, typing, “wait till i send you a 20 minute voice note on my lunch break” to which lando immediately responded with, “can’t wait, i got my airpods and my phone fully charged”

y/n laughed again, opening her text messaging app, and sending a quick “i love you this was perfect” to her boyfriend.

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hi! i hope you guys enjoyed this! it came to me while i was driving to college! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

taglist: @maketheshadowsfearyou ; @anamiad00msday

[justatypicalwizard]

Katsuki doesn't believe in love at first sight

Katsuki never believed in love at first sight. How could someone meet eyes and feel as if a thunder ruptured down from the skies and struck them? To love someone means to accept every part of them and to be able to incorporate them into your everyday life. It means building a brand new everyday with that person.

In order to do so you need to know a lot about them. Who they are, what are their plans for the future, what is their character and so on. Then you need to see if you are compatible in many spheres. You need to invite them to your friends group to see if it’ll hit off, you should try living together, they need to get to know your parents.

There are simply so many things to check off the list in order to be able to say you love someone. Otherwise it’s just empty words. I love you here and there. I love you for a week. I love you when you do as I please. Bullshit.

Mina constantly pestered Katsuki that his definition of love feels more like a chore or a job interview than like something a human would be able to accomplish. It wasn’t his fault he had some standards everyone else seemed to lack.

So even now Katsuki doesn’t like to admit that he fell in love at first sight, because it wasn’t the first time when he looked at you.

A quiet ping of his phone tore him out of his work. A new message from someone he didn’t recognise. Without much thought he opened the text.

[Hi, you may not know me but we go to the same lecture on Wednesday at 1 PM. I heard you have neat notes and wanted to ask if it wouldn’t be a problem if you send me today’s ones. I  got sick and couldn’t come and I wouldn’t want to fall behind with the material. Thanks!]

Geez, was there a longer way to type it? Couldn’t you just write: can you give me notes? On the other hand he always complained about people being douchebags.

Clicking onto your profile Katsuki saw a cheesy photo and a few posts from your daily life and vacations. Nothing much to be honest. Yet, he could vaguely remember your face around the people who entered the lecture hall. It won’t hurt to help.

[Sure]

[File attached]

Pushing his phone to the far end of his desk he went back to work. A few minutes later there was another quiet ding and this time Katsuki felt irritation bubbling inside him. It was you once again.

[Thank you so much!]

[I owe you]

[If you ever need anything feel free to write]

Whatever.

It only took a week for Katsuki to be indeed looking for help from someone. Once in a while, during his hero training, he was forced to pair up with someone in order to work on his rescue skills. Usually they’d use dummies but some fucktard in the course planning team decided that it would be most helpful if the students could train with a real human.

Normally Katsuki would ask Mina. He’d swallow his pride and force himself to listen to her babbling for two hours. Just to get it done. Unfortunately, Mina dumped him today, leaving only a [sorry, not feeling well, find someone else]. Damned flu season.

Who was he supposed to ask now, Denki?

As he scrolled down his chats, your profile pic flew by making Katsuki halt.

If you ever need anything feel free to write.

Screw it, you said it yourself, might as well find a person already and move on with his day. He typed a quick explanation and pushed the send button. The day was nearing the afternoon when you responded.

[Sure, if it’s two hours I can make it. Send me when and where I should be]

He shrugged and gave you the address for today's training.

In the early evening Katsuki found himself trotting towards his usual fighting ground absentmindedly. He was thinking about something related to work at Miruko’s when the idea flew out of his head. You were there, he could see you from afar, walking in circles in front of the main door.

Were you an idiot? It was the middle of winter and the early evening cold tore through layers of warm coats to sink into your bones. Why weren’t you entering the building to warm up a bit.

That’s why Katsuki is so stubborn about the whole love at first sight thing. It certainly wasn’t that exact moment when his heart skipped a beat because of you. You were shivering, hiding your chin and red tinted cheeks deeper into the collar of your winter coat. When you spotted him you reached out a gloved hand and waved.

“What the fuck are you doing outside, get in there or you’ll catch another cold.” He persisted, ushering you towards the entrance.

“Wow, good evening to you too.” You looked at him from under your woollen hat, surprised to get yelled at first thing you see him. Though, you did hear the upcoming pro-hero Dynamite, who went to the same lecture as you, was rather intense. “I don’t know, this place just looks fancy. Didn’t want to stand inside like a dumbass not knowing where to go.”

“So you stood outside like a dumbass not knowing where to go.”

“Exactly.”

He let you in and showed you around. After leaving your coat and getting a warm tea (his idea), you were ready to help with his training. The support students and university staff running around asked you to take off any unnecessary piece of clothing such as jewellery or sweaters that could get in the way. You gladly went through with their instructions.

You b-lined another student, a senior support course, who showed you the place where you’d be waiting to be rescued. The spacious arena was moulded into the shape of a city. Some buildings were fine, others rundown as if a villain attack rolled over them. There were paveways and roads, streetlamps and plastic trees. You even spotted a car, though it didn’t look like it could take off anytime soon. 

“It will look the same over and over. You sit or lie down in the place where I leave you and wait for your hero.” Your guide briefed the rules. “And every time pick out a different scenario and tie the band in the place that is put on it.” He handed you a dozen of ribbons with small notes attached to them. The first one you grabbed read: broken arm (tie around elbow).

“Sure.” You nodded your head and he left you on the second floor of a wannabe office building. There were a few chairs scattered around and a table that had a weird bite mark on it. You obediently wrapped the band around your arm and sat down on the floor, waiting.

You wondered how it’ll be, to get fake rescued. You were never in such a situation, always watching the villains from the comfort of your TV rather than first hand. What was Dynamite’s quirk? Suddenly you felt stupid for not knowing. On the other hand, you were never up to date with new heroes and all the popularity polls or colourful magazines. Guess you’d just have to wait and see.

Katsuki didn’t leave you for long. You were counting the pieces of shattered glass beneath your feet when a series of explosions passed beside the building. The small pieces you were meticulously adding shook and you let out a squeak when something heavy hit the wall behind you.

“Shut up, it's me.” Craning your neck, you saw Dynamite’s face, upside down, looking at you. He was halfway through the window. “What have you got?”

“God, you scared me.” You chuckled but quickly shut your mouth. The guide asked you to play the best victim you can. Victims shouldn’t laugh.

Dynamite hopped in front of you and crouched to read the note attached to your elbow. He mumbled something in the lines of fucking scenario and looked you straight in the eye.

“I’m gonna get you out of here.”

There wasn’t anything dramatic going on, it was even quiet outside save for a few shouts here and there. Yet, there was just something in a bulked man looking at you and promising you protection, one secured by his own arms. You felt like the guy from the firefighters video.

You couldn’t stop the giggle at the thought.

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” Dynamite spat.

“Nothing, nothing.” You shook your hands in front of your still laughing face. “Oh shit, this one’s supposed to be broken. Okay, just save me already.” You really fought with the snicker but the cheesiness and awkwardness of the whole situation had you in a chokehold.

“Whatever.” The hero sighed, visibly annoyed, and scooped you into his hands like a sack of potatoes. “I’ll need you to wrap your legs around me. Push the broken arm into my chest and use your healthy one to hold onto me.”

You did as instructed and glued yourself to him as tight as you could. He still held you with one of his arms and just when you started to wonder how the two of you would get down from the second floor he jumped out of the window.

A scream escaped your lips but it was muffled by a loud explosion.

For the next two hours you flew through the air in Dynamite’s hands over and over again. He held you in different ways, depending on your supposed injury, but every time you landed into the safe zone, you realised you were the first or nearly the first. That guy was quick like hell.

The last scenario rolled over and it was a panic attack. You were supposed to be physically fine but otherwise unresponsive and difficult to work with due to your shock. Dynamite tried to take extra steps to calm you down, speaking about how he’ll take you to safety and how it will all be over in a second. It looked like he was having a hard time.

“I need to touch you to take you somewhere safe.” He said, wrapping one of his hands around you.

When you were both at the safe zone, with cardboard paramedics to take care of you, Dynamite did something different. Instead of leaving you in the place where the group of injured would grow, he carried you straight to the ambulance.

“She has a panic attack.” He said to the empty fake vehicle and you just couldn’t take any more of it. You erupted in a fit of laughter. Your body shook in his hands and you gripped the X on his uniform to steady yourself. “What the fuck?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You tried to explain but the laughter squeezed your throat. “I’m a shitty actor.”

“I see that.” Dynamite grumbled.

“Do you really need to talk to cardboard people and empty vehicles for two hours every week?” You asked, wiping a tear from your cheek.

“Is it really that fucking funny?”

“No, no! I get it.” You finally calmed down, letting go of the front of his costume. “It’s not that funny, maybe a bit but not that much. I think I’m just in a good mood.” You shrug your shoulders. “It was fun, flying with you, like a free rollercoaster ride.” You gave him a big, big smile. A big genuine smile. A big, genuine, lovely smile, with your eyes closed and teeth out and cheeks tinted pink.

People are stupid. That’s what Katsuki thinks. It’s not love at first sight. It’s love because of a single sight.

Even though Katsuki came to some fundamental conclusions in the topic of love he would get all defensive and intense when he was asked about how the two of you met. It would sound way better if he could say the two of you met, then started to talk more, then went on a date and agreed to meet each other and so on. He just felt so stupid, so awkward and silly when he had to admit that all it took for you was a single smile to make his heart skip a beat.

The worst part? It felt a little pathetic honestly, as if people never smiled at him, but truthly they didn’t, not like that. Not like you.

Katsuki still doesn’t believe in love at first sight. Yet, every other piece of his meticulously calculated equation of love was torn down and rewritten, all of which he gladly took.

[centrally-unplanned]

Follow-up to my Fanroad Magazine archival scan post - let's look at some cute 90's anime art! Just random ones that caught my eye:

"Hey, what happened to me!?" As mentioned, this came out before End of Eva did - as such, Asuka & crew really didn't get much of an ending in the TV show. 100% how she would react to watching episode 26, props to our artist (春原てるも/Kasuhara Terumo)

There are just so many "Rei running with toast" pieces, it was clearly a combination of a meme amoung the fans and the theme for the magazine. Love how this one brought marmalade too - never compromise on taste, no matter how late you are.

(The artist's name is "actually, I'm a Shinji fan" btw lol)

I love finds like these - these toast-lugging Rei's are by people who are professional mangaka today! The first is by いちば仔牛/Ichiba Kousei, or "Marketplace Cow" - it ain't their birth name I am sure - and they are a founding member of the doujin circle UGO - which is still going strong! And our second is by (I am 80% sure on this one) うおなてれぴん/Uona Terepin, a quite-accomplished artist who adorably published their first professional work in 1997, a year after this. Their twitter feed is 50% big titty girls and 50% model tanks, absolutely based.

Hot👏Shinji👏Fucks👏, this piece is amazing. What else do I have to say? (緋月れん/Hizuki Ren - maybe, translating Japanese names with no context is hard guys -_-)

This is one of my favourite trends - so Evangelion has a lot of technobabble? And it is very frequently in English. So fans really liked recreating that aesthetic in their art. But in 1996 they didn't have access to like screengrabs from the show or scanned splatbooks on hand? Which meant they just used ~whatever English text they could find - generally newspapers at their university or library. Which means we get Toast Rei splashed on reports of stock indices in the global financial markets, and this beautiful moe-Rei/Asuka looking solemnly out over, uh, some report about housing prices and cholesterol levels? Technobabble indeed! (嶋屋みえ/Shimaya Mei, まなせ貴也/Manase Takaya)

Rei clone army! Adorable. (藤桜智美/Fujisakura Tomomi)

Okay, moving away from Eva, there is in fact a bunch of other properties in here with fanart, but these types stood out to me:

That seinen "Kids on the Street" energy that was peaking in the 90's; fully ~aesthetic. (Keiko Kuyuki)

And to end on a weird note:

One section of the magazine is just a free-for-all of thoughts, and one Yayoi Hirone decided to give us a girl caught in the middle of undressing...alongside a recipe for cooking shrimp. Which, if I am being honest, is a huge improvement over the bullshit they throw on recipes online these days. This is the future we could have had -_-

Anyway, I hope that was fun - if anyone is struck or amused by some of the art in the magazine, I would be happy to see what stood out to you!

[melljam]

oh my god the unimpressed stare that shingen and gitae give when an opponent tries to attack them with something that fails miserably

shingen’s depressed little glance down at the blade that has just pathetically embedded itself into his skin as if that even does anything because his bones are genuinely impenetrable since he is quite literally built different

gitae’s mildly annoyed side eye at the officers for daring to believe that tasing him would work when they should have somehow known that he’s also just built different and would not even be stopped from committing axe murder if lightning struck him ten times over

ALSO these two are the type that gets excited over something/someone that can actually threaten their lives because of how used to being The Strongest™ they are

its such a shounen villain problem to have. sigh, another entirely boring and unfulfilling day of being the Strongest Guy Ever. when will someone who can actually contend with me come along to usurp my position as The Strongest™ :(

and shingen has experienced That with gap … now he longs for it again because he’s 1. depressed that he lost and 2. depressed that no one else can measure up to gap

their fight truly was the most important part of shingen’s life … unlike the birth of his many sons (or the very existence of one gun), which comparatively means Nothing to shingen

and gitae??? well, it could be argued that he might have just been annoyed at the officers for interrupting his fight, but that also means that he was enjoying his fight with jichang at least a little

but not in the same sense that shingen enjoyed his fight with gap. it was more like gitae was toying with jichang, and he found it amusing because of how easy it was

he’s so strong that he doesn’t even have to try with the strongest king. gitae can just mess with the poor guy until he decides to put him out of his weak misery when it stops being fun (which was when jichang rejected his offer to be his very own Smart Guy and it seemed to hurt gitae’s ego lol)

and after cop interruption, making jichang promise to let gitae be the one to kill him later on??? such a hilariously emasculating thing to do, like, we already know who’s winning our fight and it’s me so don’t even bother trying. just reserve yourself to die by my hand later, kthxbye <3

(jichang would not be able to uphold that promise, so i guess he was able to defy gitae in another way of his own …?)

or gitae’s teased fight with sinu. sinu went all out because he wasn’t taking any chances with another threat to big deal’s existence, and gitae got DISTRACTED in the middle of it. like, yeah your speed is cool and all but is that my dead father? oh, wait no! it’s my half-brother!

both jichang and sinu gave it their all to fight against someone who threatened themselves and their people, and gitae easily brushed them off but gave them an A for Effort !!!

shingen and gitae* must be somewhat bored with fighting when there are so few opponents that could actually compare to them in terms of strength. winning so easily almost makes it a menial chore for them. its the epitome of suffering from success lol

*it applies more to shingen than gitae though, gitae seems like he has the time of his life effortlessly messing around with weaker opponents, a predator playing with its prey

are they seeking something exciting, to flirt with the adrenaline rush of death because the safety of life has just gotten too dull for them?

to bring it back to the original point of the post: the ease of fighting must make the activity so underwhelming now. it becomes disappointing enough to produce such unconcerned expressions to injuries/attacks that would threaten an average person’s life

[amuseintime]

Shattering Realization (Pt 1)

Star Souls (AU)

An In Stars and Time AU fic. While this is pre-canon, the only real spoilers for the game itself is a parallel to how Siffrin lost his eye…

Or rather didn’t, here!

Written on my phone and posted on mobile so… yeeeeah…

Some surreal injury, but nothing gorey. Enjoy!

NEXT >>>

None of them saw it coming until it was already upon Bonnie. Everyone rushed forward, but Siffrin was always both the fastest and most observant. By the time everyone else noticed, he was already pushing Bonnie aside.

The Sadness struck, swinging its fist out in a devastating rock-type attack. Time seemed to slow down entirely independent of any craft as it hit Siffrin directly in the face. The sound of something shattering broke the air, allowing one moment of silence right after before everyone started to scream.

Siffrin fell to his knees, remaining eye glassy in shock. Half his face was gone! It was shattered, the shards littering the ground. Mirabelle barely dared look, but…

He…

Wasn’t bleeding?

There was nothing inside…

No. That wasn’t quite accurate. There was something there, a strange light in an even stranger shade. It made her head hurt just looking at it. Ice froze her veins as all of her just stopped. If she didn’t know better, she’d think she’d been frozen in time, but her heart was hammering too much.

So why couldn’t she move?!

Odile was already dispatching the Sadness, Isabeau scooping up Bonnie and running, while Siffrin- Siffrin…

Siffrin got up and started picking up the pieces of his own head, putting each back into place and sealing it with a strange craft sign and a flare of that light inside his skull.

The Sadness was gone quickly. It wasn’t even that strong, apparently. They didn’t even need her! Which left all eyes to be on Siffrin.

“Sif… Siffrin? Buddy? Are you okay? Your-your face…” Isabeau said.

“Hmm? Don’t worry about it, just gonna need a minute to pick up the pieces,” he said. He was smiling, somehow, but it looked oddly transparent.

“Oh. Okay.” Isabeau said. Because what else was there to say?

Numbly, Mirabelle forced herself forward, helping pick shards of… what was this? Porcelain? Stone? Pottery? No. Siffrin, shards of Siffrin. She was helping pick shards of Siffrin from the grass, handing them to him.

“Thanks Mira!”

“You are so calm. Your face is half gone, and you’re smiling. Gems alive, why are you so calm?!”

Siffrin just shrugged. Already the light was sealing up the spiderweb cracks that had covered his visage, bits of it flaring as he picked piece by piece of himself and slotted them back into place with supernatural ease.

But even as he rebuilt his face, parts of it… faded? No, that wasn’t right. Flattened, perhaps? It was hard to pinpoint what, exactly, had changed, but something had. It stared straight ahead, glassy and unseeing like a doll’s. His mouth seemed mostly translucent save for a bit of a line in the middle, and his ever-bright hair lost some of its luster—had it been glowing this whole time without them noticing?

The last pieces slotted into place with more of that unearthly glow. His movements were off as he lowered his arms, taking a bit too long in some places until falling abruptly like a puppet with cut strings. “There!” His mouth didn’t move as he spoke, and his voice sounded strangely far away. “See? It’s okay Bonnie, everyone. All fixed.”

Was it?

“Fr-Frin? What…?” Bonnie—she’d forgotten about Bonnie!—was staring in horror at him, tears wet against their face. They held tight to Isabeau, trying to hide from him. “Get-Get away!”

“Sif? Buddy? I’m glad you’re okay, but…?” Isabeau, ever-reliable, brave Isabeau, had eyes as wide as a rabbit’s, his smile one of panic.

Odile didn’t say anything, just watching with calculating eyes.

“It’s okay Bonnie! It is!” Siffrin said in that far-off, wind-whispery voice of his. In unsteady movements, he half-collapsed into a kneeling position and held a hand out. “It’s me. It’s me. It’s okay!” His head turned to all of them, expression still frozen, but the air crackling with something cold. “Guys? Anyone?”

Mirabelle closed the gap, kneeling on the grass and taking his hand. “I believe you. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m so glad you’re okay!”

“Mirabelle…” The relief was apparent in his voice. Gloved fingers tightened around hers. “I’m okay. I’m…” His voice was giving out too, barely audible. “Tired… and sorry. I’ll be back…” He trailed off.

Mirabelle wasn’t sure what she expected. For him to collapse? For his face to disappear? For him to let go? None of that occurred. No, he simply trailed off and didn’t move again, frozen holding her hand. This was worse, actually! Not moving, not breathing, no change in expression, nothing! Just a cessation of movement as whatever spark was still there dulled. Her heart was speeding, nausea gripping her stomach.

He wasn’t frozen in time, right? It wasn’t the same, not at all. Just to prove it to herself, she pried his fingers off of hers. There was a bit of resistance, but they moved easily.

…

She had to know, had to see. It was an invasion of privacy. Wrong to do to someone, to anyone, especially a friend who was apparently catatonic. But they were all thinking it, and it’s not like she was going to strip him entirely. What was he? Was he human at all? She didn’t need to see much, just something. Mirabelle slipped the glove off, turning his hand. Intricate joints were visible across the darkless material. It was made of the same stuff as his face, though she couldn’t quite place it. It was smooth, whatever it was, but not as much as porcelain. Smooth and cold. Lifeless.

She’d always assumed she’d find it cool to discover someone close to her wasn’t quite human! And she was right, this was at least in the top five of interesting things that had happened to her—a list that was far more prestigious these days—but suddenly she could also understand all those characters who had a pit in their stomach and a feeling of betrayal. Why had he felt the need to hide this? Then again, who would tell it willingly?

A warm, sturdy hand rested on her shoulder, pulling her gently from her thoughts. “We should leave him be for now. Or I guess try to get him somewhere safe.”

Mirabelle nodded, slipping his glove back on. There was a lot to deal with, but Isabeau was right, this wasn’t the place to do it. They could sort through this after making sure he was somewhere that he wouldn’t get hurt again.

———

I prefer tea, but buy me a Kofi?

[misc-obeyme]

hello o/ anon who requested the brothers turning into cats forever ago here!!

can i request mc turning into a cat this time?? whether the brothers already had the experience and know what the cure is is up to you!!

Welcome back, anon!

I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this! I got it right in the middle of my prompt event so I had to sit on it for a few days.

Anyway, that cat request was so fun, I definitely wanted to do this one, too! I can only assume it's because I'm totally a cat person that I find these so enjoyable to write lol. And someone has also requested the dateables turning into cats, so I will be posting that part two soon as well.

the brothers react to GN!MC turning into a cat and breaking the curse with true love's kiss

Warnings: none!

Lucifer

Recognizes you right away. He can probably sense the magic that turned you into a cat to begin with. If you seek him out for assistance, he's going to be the one who knows exactly what to do. If he's alone when you first find him, he's going to be struck by just how cute you are as a cat. Picks you up and holds you tucked against his chest. Start purring to really make his cuteness tolerance overload.

He's not going to let you go anywhere. Depending on how long you're in cat form, he's going to want to make sure you're taken care of. Keeps you in his lap while he does research into what needs to be done to restore you back to normal.

If he finds out that this was a result of something you did - such as a prank gone wrong or a messed up potion - he is going to lecture you the entire time you're a cat. You can't talk back or leave, so he's taking full advantage. You should be more careful, MC. You're just lucky you have him around to help you when you get into this kind of trouble.

Doesn't even hesitate upon discovering the cure is true love's kiss. Picks you up from his lap and kisses your nose. You turn back still in his arms. He's going to smirk and put you down on his lap again. You'll have to stay there for a while because he's not going to let you go.

Mammon

He's confused at first. He probably went looking for you only to find a cat where he thought you would be. As soon as it clicks that you are the cat, he panics. Freaks right out, scooping you up into his arms and running around the house to find any brother who can help him turn you back.

MC! MC, can ya hear him?! You better meow or something so he knows you're okay. He'll calm down eventually, especially when everybody starts trying to find the cure. He'll sit down with you, but the worry will be evident in his expression. Make him feel better by kneading at him and purring. Butt your head into him to demand pets. Your cuteness will be enough to get him to settle down.

The others are probably the ones who figure out what's going on. Not that he couldn't, just that he's too busy stressing out about you. If you're a cat for a while, you become his bag cat - kinda like those tiny purse dogs. He's gonna keep you with him all the time and that includes RAD. So into the book bag you go!

Someone finally tells him that the only way to bring you back is true love's kiss. If he thinks about this too much, he gets too flustered to even try it. Does it mean that it has to be your true love? Or is it enough that you're his true love? Forces himself not to think about that too much. It doesn't matter, as long as you're back to normal! Kisses your fuzzy head. Melts in relief when you change back. He's more traumatized by this experience than you are. Please hold him for a while.

Leviathan

Doesn't realize it's you at first. Most likely you are the one who came looking for him and now he's just worried about this random cat that got into the House of Lamentation. What if it tries to eat Henry 2.0? Might try to shoo you out of his room. You might have to do something like use his computer to type out a message to let him know that it's actually you. If you do this, he might just think you're an amazingly smart cat until he reads the message. Then he's like ohhhh wow okay duh.

He's going to apologize for not recognizing you. But then he's going get a little nervous about the fact that you are a cat?! How did this happen? How does he change you back? Oh, but MC, you are a really cute cat. If you stay a cat for a little while, he's going to make cat cosplay outfits for you. Famous anime cat? That's you now.

Won't let you leave his room. Too protective of you and he doesn't want you to get lost or hurt. Doesn't go back to RAD so he can make sure you stay safe. If you really want to watch him get all flustered, curl up in his lap and start purring while he's playing video games.

After much online research, Levi figures out that the only thing that will bring you back is true love's kiss. His first thought is to bring you to Lucifer so you might have to meow in protest until he realizes what you want. He's going to be blushing like crazy, but he'll force himself to kiss your cute kitty cheek. When you're back to normal, go ahead and kiss him again.

Satan

The instant he sees you, you're in his arms and he's taking you to his room. The House of Lamentation has a strict no cats rule and he doesn't want Lucifer to see you. Doesn't realize it's you until he gets you in his room and actually looks at you more closely. Satan is pretty observant and he's a smart demon, so he puts it all together pretty quickly.

Blushes because he's embarrassed by how cute he thinks you are. MC. He's sure you want to be back to your usual self. But he would like you stay a cat for a little while. Won't you indulge him? You can express how you feel about this by either purring or hissing. If you purr at him, he's going to keep you in his room and pamper you. If you hiss, though, he's going to get to work on finding out how to fix you.

Won't let anyone else in the House of Lamentation know what's going on. Keeps you hidden in his room the entire time you're in cat form. Tells his brothers that you went to the human world for a few days. Comes up with some bizarre reason for this. Like you need to bathe in human world rain for three days or else you get really sick, that's just a fact. Didn't they know that about humans? Gets Solomon to back him up because everyone is suspicious of this.

Since Solomon now also knows the truth, Satan gets him to help with research into the cure. Eventually they figure out it's true love's kiss that will do it. He's a little sad that you'll no longer be a cat. He takes a lot of pictures of you so he can remember this forever. But in the end, Satan does want you back to normal. He kisses your head. When you're back to your usual self, you get to decide if you get annoyed with him for making up that bogus story about humans. Either way, you end up kissing him again.

Asmodeus

MC, darling. Did you know you are a cat currently? Meow. Ah, so you are aware. Did you need him to help you with that? Meoow! Don't worry, Asmo's got this! But hang on, first let him brush out your fur, it's looking a little matted. And you know, while he's at it, why doesn't he add some cute little bows behind your sweet little ears? You know, your claws look like they need a trim, let him take care of that. He can paint them, too!

You end up in adorable kitty clothes. You can't complain really because you look fabulous. And being brushed feels good, so you can't help but purr in his lap while he does it. You might have to meow in protest eventually, though, so that he remembers that he needs to help you get back to normal.

Shows you off to everyone in the house. Gets angry at anyone who messes up your look. Gives you a new outfit every day that you're in cat form. Has you do a little cat fashion show, takes a bunch of pictures and videos. Can't stop himself from posting a video of you on Devilgram with some kind of cat walk pun as the caption.

He actually knew how to fix this from the start. He's heard of this particular curse before. And anyway, everyone knows that true love's kiss is a pretty standard curse breaker. He sits cross legged on his bed with you, holding you carefully in his arms. Then he kisses your head sweetly. You change back to your usual self, half sitting in his lap, half laying against his chest. He wraps his arms around you, letting you know that he prefers you in this form, after all.

Beelzebub

Doesn't recognize you at first. Thinks you must be a stray that Satan tried to sneak into the house behind Lucifer's back. He doesn't want to get involved in that. Might just turn right around and walk away, pretending he didn't see anything. Get his attention by stealing his snacks. Now you're a problem he can't ignore. Get him to chase you to your own room and start meowing at him. He's going to realize your room is empty at which point he figures it out.

He picks you up gently. Due to his height and size, you find this is actually better than being on the ground. Climb up onto his shoulder and perch there so you can see the world at more human-like height. He's content to let you stay there as long as you like as long as you don't get cat hair in his food. Likes to listen to you purr in his ear.

He's probably going to need some assistance figuring out how to bring you back to normal. Goes around asking everybody. Won't let them near you, though. You're clinging to his shirt with your claws, anyway. If he tried to dislodge you, he'd end up with many little holes in the shoulder.

Upon being told the remedy is true love's kiss, Beel takes you into the kitchen. You allow him to remove you from his shoulder and he puts you on the counter. Then he kisses your furry head. You return to your usual form, sitting on the kitchen counter. You might be a little disoriented at first, but he's there to hold onto you while you reorient yourself. He has a slight blush on his cheeks. He's glad your back, MC. Please be more careful. Kiss him for real to make him feel better.

Belphegor

Wakes up to find you snoozing on his head, curled up in a little fluffy ball. Just like Beel, he thinks you're one of Satan's strays at first. But then when you wake up and yawn, he knows it's you. He'd recognize your yawn anywhere. He's amazed that it's the same even when you're in cat form. But he's also going to sigh about the fact that you've somehow managed to turn yourself into a cat. Really, MC? How did you even do this?

Don't worry. He's lazy, but he cares too much about you to let you stay like this. You're certainly still an excellent napping buddy in cat form, but there's just something missing. He gets really protective of you, holding you in his arms the whole time. Never lets anyone else touch you. Makes everyone else figure out how to turn you back. He's too busy taking care of you to do it.

Of course that involves quite a bit of napping. Didn't you know that cats sleep for fifteen hours a day? He has to make sure you're getting the rest you need. You get to decide if you try to keep him awake or if you give in and curl up beside him. If you do sleep with him, all you've got to do is purr a little bit and Belphie will be so content he'll fall asleep before you do.

When he finds out that it's true love's kiss that will bring you back, he decides to take one last nap with you in cat form. It's when you're curled up beside him fast asleep that he kisses your whiskered cheek. When you wake up, you're back in human form and Belphie's arms are around you. He's out cold and you have no idea how long you've been back to normal. You can wake him up or you can snuggle closer to him and go back to sleep.

masterlist | part 2 with the side characters | Thank you for reading!

[purpledemonlilyposting]

Oh good the Lorch is sending herself asks about me again.

[Lily's Post]

Oh yeah Lily calling marginalized people a "pick me" for not having the same exact opinions as you doesn't make you look bigoted at all.

Unlike you I don't think children's cartoons are activism. And my pointing at that some people like to try to downplay the lesbian themes in Steven Universe, or at least the way lesbians interact with the themes of the show, actually has nothing to do with the show itself.

Hey Lily did you know I also really don't like the word queer being thrown around, refuse to call myself that because it means strange and also dislike "anti-assimilationist" types?

Speaking of which:

[Lily's Post]

Yeah I say that about the kids telling me queer has been "reclaimed" for me. I would think you'd agree, Lily.

Those are two completely different concepts you dumbass. We can have gay content in mainstream media without it being insulting dreck driven by rainbow capitalism.

Lily is the one who basically wants the Hayes Code back. She wants every show and movie to tell her who is good, who is bad, what to think and for the bad guy to get thrown off a cliff at the end.

Lily just because those are the only two pieces of media YOU know I like doesn't mean that's all I like or have ever seen. Have you seen But I'm a Cheerleader? How about Saving Face?

Hey Lily if you'd actually watch my responses to you:

No I sneer at shows with bad depictions of gay characters when they have bad depictions of gay characters. Especially when they break their own spines patting themselves on the back for it.

Are you trying to get ahead of my VOD you falsely struck going back up on Thursday? You know the one where you said an early 2000's flaming queen stereotype in some shitty Alicia Silverstone vehicle was super good "gay rep" because you had some retarded need to paint a narrative that Canadian cartoons "did it first"?

The whole "she's just mad other shows are outpacing things she likes" lol it isn't a competition, dawg. That's you, Lily. That's how you think.

This is how I know its a self ask.

Yeah that's why in my reaction to James Somerton's somehow EVEN WORSE takes on Utena than yours I kept saying things like "Utena isn't really that hard to understand it just tells it's story in a very abstract way".

Also if you think the Sword of Dios is "the sword of patriarchy" you really didn't get it but much like James here I doubt you ever even watched it, Lily. I look forward to your "In a Nutshell" video where you will read out TVTropes with zero context and get everything wrong.

Lily I hadn't watched the show fully in over 15 years when I made my very first video on you. I wasn't even expecting to talk about Utena you just went on a tirade about it in the middle of your 2023 Steven Universe video.

In fact, the reason I even cut that video in the first place is I was so impressed with my own recall of the show. And then it got 5k hits out of nowhere on my then completely unestablished channel because people just hate your takes that much.

And now making fun of you has paid for my new GPU and CPU. No Man's Sky is running great and I'm ready for Dragon Age Veilguard so cheers!

[bisexualmcqueen]

may i offer this thought for the feral racers hc

racecars are like loyal little guard dogs (not little at all. those are metal beasts) with the people they love. they just kinda like. imprint on people and its like an immediate switch to feral mode when they perceive threat and danger to loved one. and they do that thing where they try and make themselves bigger to intimidate enemies.

idk if its something similar like this has posted about or discussed before but uh yeah. the feral racers hc just kinda read to me as racecars being like dogs. wolves. instinctually wild animals. i like how strip and doc being particularly old veterans translates into them being Extra Dangerous or Extra Feral, something like that. though i dont even think racecars get normaller the newer/younger. i think the next gens are just a different flavor of freak (i.e. chewing, zoomies) like they're domesticated sort of in a way

YES YES exactly

ok many thoughts. lets see here

so ive been thinking about this and. the thing is. that part of what makes this headcanon so fun is that theres actually canon precedent, in a way.

Lightning for example. is crazy protective. like instantaneously. zero forethought, action only, putting himself between the Danger and the Friend.

some examples:

in cars TVG, Chick hires the DRH to rob Mack so Lightning will be without supplies for the upcoming race. when Lightning hears that Mack was very upset about it from Sheriff, he gets so pissed off he takes to the streets, tracks the DRH down, and proceeds to spend all night chasing and beating the shit out of them until they drop his stuff. not because he was Robbed, but because they Upset Mack.

i think its funny that Sheriff doesnt say Anything. he just nods in agreement. ...not that i think Sheriff could have stopped him though. Lightning is sort of Insane about Mack. Mack is the greatest. [two quality versions. one oldschool for nostalgia and one more HD]

in the comics (admittedly ive only read in sections), Mater was beefing with Bubba, Lightning also started to get pissed off at Bubba being rude + protective of Mater:

i dont know if Lightning would be good at fighting or get his ass beat terribly. either way, i want to watch.

next up is my favorite example: the thunder hollow crazy 8 race. Lightning LEAPS in to help Cruz several times. it is my fucking Favorite.

HERDS HER BACK OUT ONTO THE TRACK

and then he jumps in front of a speeding attack-bus and takes a metal sawblade to the drivewheel for her. NO thoughts, head empty, protect Cruz. love this man. apparently, type-c school busses can be between 10-20,000 pounds. crunch.

and my last example on this topic: the radiator springs 500 1/2:

these racers show up in town looking for trouble. its supposed to be a silly little western parody, but in terms of this headcanon it comes off as territorial as hell imo. wdym other racecars show up at his house to fight him. hello. and then they insult Stanley, which deeply upsets Lizzie:

cue getting their asses kicked by mcqueen. that is HIS freaky old woman.

[i love this short]

so yeah. my terrible guard-dog-horse-thing-car.

Doc is largely The Same:

14 billion KEEP OUT signs. shooing Lightning away from his friends family because he is A Perceived Danger. another racecar standing in his lawn barking. yeah. you territorial old wet rag.

I agree with what you said its very in line with the vibes of the headcanon yes. true and real. def like dogs/wolves, and i personally try to throw some cat/horse stuff in there too. again, i blame being an x-men/wolverine fan.

a few other tidbits from source material for funsies:

^that ones wallpaper, apparently. for like a Room. in a house. my cars wallpaper merch thats 2018 xrs drag racing diecast merchandise.

Doc was so amped to do racecar stuff again he wakes Lightning up in the middle of the fucking night to run around in circles with him the moment he shows back up in town.

they lost Guido in the fucking sand.

Cars Origins: Struck By Lightning quick aside: "everyone's going to think something is wrong with me" Lightning these are not mentally stable thoughts im so sorry.

second topic: generational/evolutionary differences.

first of all i would like to point out that my basis for strip especially being some sort of craazzy toothy freak is entirely the headcanon of @youhavehitawall that i adopted out of coolness. non has some lore about the weathers that explains it, but basically it boils down to a repeated expression of racecar genes getting more pronounced the more generations it travels down (so long as its an expressed gene).

now for the nextgens (funny calling them that in 2025. theyre all in their 30's lmfao. not saying thats 'old', but they arent rookies anymore, damn does time fly). [disclaimer: dont quote me on this, my knowledge is an approximation] in real life NASCAR, they used very old technologies right up until about 2012. carburetors, leaded gasoline, 4-gear h-box frontend transaxles, reticulating ball steering, etc. most of these things vanished from the dealership road cars between the 60's and the 90's. Meanwhile cars like Lightning and Cal are still running this stuff in the mid-aughts. so when the nextgens came along, they showed up with fuel injection, e85 15% ethanol fuel, 5-speed sequential rear-mounted transaxels, rack-and-pinion steering, bigger aluminum wheels, bigger calipers, and less ground clearance/more areo, there was a very sudden and massive shift in what sort of technology was being run in the piston cup. tech-wise, Lightning +co were very similar to cars like Chick and even Strip. the change in tech could be a good marker for other genetic shifts too. cars change much, muuuch faster generation-to-generation than mammals. its Moore's Law in a way: theyre machines. add that to the incredible 12-week turnaround in which every team booted their driver and replaced them with a 'nextgen', and ive had to spend some time wondering Why? why??? thats brutal! Doc certainly warned us, but goddamn. imagine if that happened mid-season in any real sport! holy shit! (i still want to know more about the fan's reactions to this...) in the context of this headcanon, i Also wonder about what you said, the nextgens being feral in a little bit of a 'different' way. maybe theyve got easier-to-handle temperaments; an added bonus to their overall higher speeds+better track times. uhm. Jackson being the temperament-outlier here, maybe.

to be fair, he did get fired after throwing too many fits.

Cars Origins: Storm Chasing

But yes... racecars!! they are a lottt to handle. the driver AND the incredibly powerful machine mashed into one?? hooo boy. honestly i am a bit fearful of racecars irl. very loud, very fast, smell bad, they breathe fire, etc. why not reconcile that by making the talking ones into Beasts. theyre already crazy, already quadruped, my brain just starts assigning horse/wolf to them. and some of it comes down to me loving logan-wolverine tropes. protective growly little guy with pointy teeth. yeah can i get 5 more of these little fanged bitches.

ok i have to stop yapping now this turned out quite long, but i still have Things to Say about this headcanon/worldbuilding. i didnt even get into the amazing bonds racecars seem to have with their teams/families (the 'imprinting' thing you mentioned!). very fun!!

thanks for the ask!!

[amb3r-saurus]

DO YOU GET DEJA VU?

PAIRING: Rafe Cameron x Established Actress!Reader. Rafe Cameron x Up-and-Coming Actress!Sofia

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 : first fic that I’m posting, hope ya’ll like it! 🥹

Car rides to Malibu

Strawberry ice cream

One spoon for two

And trading jackets

Laughing ‘bout how small it looks on you

The Wreck. A place that used to be full of laughter and love. Reminiscing again. Ugh, I hate this. Rafe broke up with me three months ago. Wondering why? I don’t know jack shit either. All I remember is him calling me up to Tannyhill and me leaving in shambles. It still isn’t clear to me what the real reason was. Sometimes I lie awake at night, wondering if I could have defended my side before he went all ape shit and did what he did. Would it still be me instead of her?

Her—Sofia Paloma. One of the bartenders at the Yacht Club. The new girl he’s been seen always hanging around with. Wait. Hold on. Is that Rafe? And—no. No, no, no, it can’t be. I feel like my chest just caved in. Right there, at the booth where Rafe and I always used to sit, he’s laughing. Not just laughing—laughing with her. Sofia. Laughing like nothing else in the world mattered. Like we had never even happened. It felt like someone had punched me in the stomach, and I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to disappear. I wanted to scream. For a second, I tell myself it’s nothing. Maybe it’s just a coincidence, but then he reaches out and takes her hand across the table. That’s when it hits me. Hard. They’re not just hanging out. She’s the reason. She’s his new girlfriend. She’s even wearing his jacket. The very same jacket that he would give to me whenever we went out in the middle of the night to just drive around. He would even say that he wouldn’t want his best girl to get cold. My heart sinks so fast it makes me dizzy. It’s as if the universe is rubbing salt in the wound, reminding me of everything we had. And now, she’s sitting in my place. It used to feel like it was just ours, like no one else could touch it. But now, it’s just background noise to the scene before me.

I try to breathe, but the air is too thick. My mouth is dry, my legs weak. I feel like I’m being crushed under the weight of all of it. Their laughter—his laughter—used to be mine. Now it’s hers. Everything we had is a ghost. She is the new one in the picture. The new muse.

I can’t stop the flood of memories that rush in.

Watching reruns of Glee

Being annoying

Singing in harmony

I bet she's bragging

To all her friends, saying you're so unique, hmm

Rafe had looked at me that night with that mischievous grin of his. “I’ve heard about this karaoke bar that just opened. It's called The Melody Box. It’s small, but I think you’d like it. Wanna go with me?” I look up from my phone, surprised. This is… unexpected. He never struck me as the karaoke type. Half-smiling “Karaoke? You? Seriously?" He grins back at me, leaning over the table like he's got a secret he’s dying to tell. “It’s not just karaoke. Trust me, you’ll love it.”

I hesitate. I hate karaoke. I really do. The noise, the awkwardness—it’s not my scene. But I look at his face, at the eager spark in his eyes, and I can’t help but cave. “I’ll go, but only if we can watch the entire Brooklyn 99 series after. I’m talking the whole thing, Rafe. All of it.” I teased, only half joking. He laughs, a deep, easy sound, like he’s already got it figured out. “Deal.”

That night, we ended up on his couch, empty pizza boxes scattered around us, glasses of wine in hand. It was late, past midnight, and we were still glued to the screen. I could feel myself getting lost in the show, and by the time we hit season five, I found myself laughing more than I had in weeks. Rafe was never one for getting too cozy, but tonight, it felt different. We shared jokes, quoted lines, and laughed at the same parts of the show like it was our own private comedy club.

I remember thinking, at that moment, that we’d done this before. But now, it’s like everything we shared has become a faded memory. Now, he's sitting with Sofia, laughing like this never happened.

So when you gonna tell her

That we did that, too?

She thinks it's special

But it's all reused

That was our place, I found it first

I see it in my mind first, before I even know where I am. The stretch of sand, golden and warm, rolling waves crashing softly in the background. The scent of salt in the air, the kind that clings to your skin and makes you feel like you belong here—with him.

But now, as I watch from a distance, it’s Rafe and Sofia walking side by side, their footprints marking the wet sand in a new, unfamiliar pattern. My stomach churns as I see them, the way she laughs at something he says, the way he smiles down at her like he once smiled at me. They’re standing exactly where we used to stand.

This was our spot. The place we came to when the world felt too loud, too busy. The place where we’d sit on the hood of his car and watch the stars, eating whatever snacks we brought, talking about everything and nothing.

I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you

Do you get déjà vu when she's with you?

Do you get déjà vu? (Ah), hmm

I watch as Rafe tells a joke to Sofia. It's the same joke I told him the first night we met at The Wreck. The same joke he laughed at—one that made me feel special, like we had something no one else could understand. I want to shout, I was the one who showed you this place. I was the one who made you laugh with that joke first.

But instead, I stay silent. I watch Sofia laugh and lean into him, her hand brushing against his arm like they’ve been doing this forever. But they haven’t. I have.

Do you get déjà vu, huh?

Do you call her

Almost say my name?

'Cause let's be honest

We kinda do sound the same

Rafe’s sitting at the bar when the door to the Club swings open. I see her. Sofia. I watch him from across the room, trying not to stare. He doesn’t see me yet, but I know he’s aware of everything around him—always has been. He’s talking to one of the bartenders, laughing about something. I don’t even have to look at Rafe to know his attention shifts the second she walks in. She’s radiant, as usual—effortless, like she belongs here just as much as anyone else. She spots him right away and walks toward him with that easy confidence I remember him admiring. As she approaches, I see the faintest flicker in Rafe’s expression—surprise, maybe? Something in his face falters just for a second, like he wasn’t expecting her to show up yet.

He turns toward her, but in that split second, I swear I see it. I see his lips part, like he’s about to call her by the wrong name. For just a heartbeat, I can almost hear it—my name—ready to spill out. But then, as if he catches himself mid-breath, he corrects it. His eyes widen just slightly, and he gives a quick, nervous laugh. “Sofia! You’re here,” he says, his voice a little too light, almost like he’s trying to play it cool. Sofia laughs, unfazed. “Of course I am. I wouldn’t miss it.”

I stand back, trying to be invisible, but I feel that sting again—the one that’s always there now, lurking in the background.

She sits down beside him, oblivious, and they continue their conversation, but I can’t shake the feeling that I just saw a part of him that still hasn’t let go.

Another actress

I hate to think that I was just your type

The buzz around Sofia has grown. It’s almost impossible to ignore now. Everywhere I turn, there’s someone talking about her—whether it’s on Instagram, Twitter, or one of those gossipy tabloid sites. The latest buzz pops up on my phone screen.

“Is Sofia the New Y/N? Fans Can’t Get Over the Resemblance!”

The headline is bold, unmistakable. I don’t even have to click the link to know what it’s about. It’s one of those articles that compares her to me—like they’ve somehow decided that we’re interchangeable. Scrolling down the page, I see side-by-side photos. Me, in a dress from one of my red carpet appearances, and Sofia, looking stunning in a similar outfit at some premiere. The caption reads: "Fans can’t stop comparing the two actresses, both equally stunning, with eerily similar features."

I try to ignore it, but the more I scroll, the worse it gets. There’s a section that talks about the type of roles we’ve both been cast in, how we’ve both dated high-profile figures, how we share a certain vibe, the same public persona. There’s a pang in my chest. It’s like being erased, like I was just a stepping stone in some story that’s moving on without me. They don’t even need me anymore. They’ve found someone else who fits the mold. Another actress. Just like me.

I close the app, but the words stay with me. And the thing that stings the most isn’t that they’re comparing us, it’s the realization that I was his type too.

I'll bet that she knows Billy Joel

'Cause you played her "Uptown Girl"

You're singing it together

Now I bet you even tell her

How you love her

In between the chorus and the verse (ooh) (I love you)

It was a night much like any other. We were lying on the couch, the sound of Uptown Girl filling the room. I remember him glancing at me, a mischievous grin on his face.

“You know the words better than I do,” he teased, pulling me in for a duet. And I sang with him, even though I wasn’t a big fan of the song. It didn’t matter. What mattered was the way his smile lit up the room, how we shared something silly and perfect together. We were in our own world.

Now, it’s her. And I wonder if he sings it to her the same way.

So when you gonna tell her

That we did that, too?

She thinks it's special

But it's all reused

That was the show we talked about

Played you the song she's singing now when she's with you

Do you get déjà vu when she's with you?

I open Instagram, aimlessly scrolling. And then it hits me. There’s a video posted by Sofia. Rafe, standing in a dimly lit room, belting out the words to Uptown Girl. He’s singing it to her.

My heart stops for a second, the world blurring around me. I can’t even breathe. I watch them sing together, her voice joining his. They’re laughing, too, the same way we used to laugh.

I thought that song was ours. I thought that moment was ours. But now it’s hers. And I feel sick.

Do you get déjà vu? Oh

Do you get déjà vu?

Strawberry ice cream in Malibu

Don't act like we didn't do that shit, too

You're trading jackets like we used to do

(Yeah, everything is all reused)

Play her piano, but she doesn't know (oh, oh)

That I was the one who taught you Billy Joel (oh)

A different girl now, but there's nothing new

(I know you get déjà vu)

I walk away from the booth, the hurt too much to bear. I watch Rafe glance in my direction as I turn to leave. He doesn’t even hesitate. He stands up, excuses himself from her, and follows me. As I make my way toward the door, I hear Rafe’s voice behind me. He’s standing, a moment of hesitation flickering across his face. I don’t look back. I don’t want to, but I can feel him there, trailing behind me like a shadow. But a part of me still wonder if he ever really moved on. Sofia sits at the table, still absorbed in her phone, completely unaware. I’m sure she has no idea who I am nor does she even care, but Rafe knows. He knows everything we had.

And as he catches up to me, I want to believe he hasn’t moved on, no matter how much he insists. He still hasn’t let go of me—of what we were. And maybe, just maybe, neither have I.

[maraudereestauderelb]

What are the Chances III (Troy Otto)

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Part I Part II

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It had been a few days since they had arrived at the ranch and the adjustment to life there had been… jarring, to say the least. Y/N and Leona now lived in a small wooden hut near the edge of the property. It wasn’t much—just a couple of cots, a stove, and a small table—but it was safe. That was the most important thing. 

The days were long, filled with hard labor under the New Mexican sun. The ranch wasn’t just a sanctuary; it was a self-sustaining compound, and everyone had to contribute. Y/N had spent most of her time either hauling supplies, reinforcing fences, or helping with basic farming tasks. She wasn’t used to the physical strain, and by the end of the day, her muscles ached, her hands raw from the work. 

She often felt Troy’s eyes on her as she worked. He never really said much, just watched, sometimes with that same smirk he’d had when they first met, other times with a more serious, thoughtful expression. He had a small journal he would occasionally pull out, scribbling something down while he observed. It was unnerving, but Y/N had learned to ignore it, focusing instead on the tasks at hand. 

It was on one of those long, grueling days that an idea struck her. They were working to clear a new section of land for crops, and the midday heat was almost unbearable. Everyone was moving slowly, their energy sapped by the relentless sun. Y/N glanced around, seeing how sluggishly the others were working, their bodies exhausted from the nonstop labor. There had to be a better way to organize this. They couldn’t keep burning out like this every day. 

That’s when it hit her. Shifts. They were all working long hours together, with no breaks other than the short ones they took to eat. What if they worked in shorter, more efficient bursts instead, in rotating shifts? Some people could rest while others worked, keeping productivity steady without wearing everyone down. It could make a huge difference. 

Excited by the thought, Y/N wiped the sweat from her brow and straightened up, her muscles protesting after hours of bending and lifting. She needed to talk to Jeremiah Otto about this. He ran the ranch, after all, and if there was anyone who could implement a new system, it was him. 

Troy was nearby, leaning against a fence post with his journal in hand. He looked up from his writing, raising an eyebrow as she approached. 

“Something on your mind?” he asked.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. “Yeah, actually. I’ve got an idea. I’m going to talk to Jeremiah about it.” 

Troy chuckled, closing his journal. “Good luck with that. Jeremiah’s not exactly the type to take suggestions lightly. But if you’ve got something useful, maybe he’ll listen.” 

Y/N didn’t let his words deter her. She knew Jeremiah had the final say in everything that happened on the ranch, but she also knew that the way they were working wasn’t sustainable. If she could convince him that this would improve productivity, maybe it would lead to a better life for everyone here. 

She made her way to the main house, her heart racing a little. She’d only spoken to Jeremiah a few times since they arrived, and he had always struck her as a no-nonsense kind of man. But she wasn’t about to let that stop her. 

When she reached the house, she knocked on the door and waited. After a few moments, Jeremiah opened it, his weathered face framed by the brim of his ever-present hat. 

“Y/N, right?” he said, his voice gruff but not unkind. “What can I do for you?” 

She took a deep breath. “I have an idea that I think could help with the work around here.” 

Jeremiah crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Go on.” 

“Well,” she started, her voice steadying as she spoke, “I’ve noticed that everyone’s working long hours, and by the middle of the day, people are exhausted. Productivity drops because we’re all too tired to keep going at full speed. I was thinking—what if we split into shifts? Half the group works while the other half rests, and then we switch. That way, we keep people fresher, and we can get more done over the course of the day without burning out.” 

Jeremiah was quiet for a moment, his eyes narrowing in thought. “Shifts, huh? Sounds like something out of a factory.” 

Y/N shrugged. “Maybe, but it works in factories for a reason. We’re not machines, but we also can’t keep going like this. If we don’t pace ourselves, people are going to get hurt, or worse.” 

Jeremiah rubbed his chin, still considering her words. “You make a good point. I’ve noticed people slowing down too. But we don’t have a lot of hands to spare. You think this’ll actually help us get more done?” 

“I do,” Y/N said confidently. “And if it doesn’t, we can always go back to the way we’ve been doing things. But I think it’s worth a shot.” 

Jeremiah looked at her for a long moment, then finally nodded. “Alright. I’ll give it some thought. We’ll talk about it at the next meeting.” 

Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her. She’d done it—she’d gotten him to listen. Now, it was just a matter of waiting to see if her idea would be put into practice. As she turned to leave, she glanced back and saw Troy standing a few yards away, watching her again. This time, though, there was no smirk. Just a thoughtful look as he flipped open his journal and jotted something down. 

Part IV

[nekoannie-chan]

Stalking

Stalking

Title: Stalking.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 286 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Steve stalks you.

Major Tags: Stalking, kidnapping.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @sweetspicybingo, Hurt/Comfort Bingo Card & square 6:

"Stalking.”

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You had always led a quiet life, or well as quiet as possible for a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, however, everything changed when you met Steve at one of the meetings.

Steve struck you as charismatic, and confident, and seemed interested in everything you had to say.

After the meeting, Steve started showing up at places you frequented. You would see him at your favorite coffee shop, at the gym, and even at his apartment building, regardless of whether it was outside or inside work. At first, you thought it was a coincidence, but after a while it started to seem very strange to you.

One night, as you were walking home, you noticed a familiar figure in the shadows, but you decided to ignore him and hurried your pace, but he caught up with you.

“Hi, Y/N,” Steve said with a strange smile.

“Do you need something, Steve?”

“I just wanted to see you,” he replied, moving closer. “I think we have a special connection.”

You ran as fast as you could.

That night, you couldn't sleep. Steve's presence disturbed you.

The next few days were hell. You'd get anonymous texts and calls in the middle of the night. You knew it was Steve.

One weekend, you decided to sleep late when you heard a noise downstairs. You walked downstairs slowly and found Steve in the living room.

“How...how did you get in?” you stammered, recoiling.

“Your mother let me in,” he said with a smile. “I told her we were friends.”

You knew he was lying, you lived alone, Steve noticed how you stiffened, surely you were going to get your gun.

“You don't understand. I'm not going to leave you.”

Everything turns into darkness.

[megzscribbleznwordz]

can you do a love language post for the plutonians from athf? i saw the others and really liked em :)

Sorry this took me a bit, I've had a very busy October </3 We need more Emory and Oglethorpe enjoyers, they're both so silly and sweet in their own ways. I hope it's worth the wait!

Oglethorpe

Quality Time: This dude is the clingiest neediest guy ever. Needs to be around you 24/7 or else he gets really whiny. Loves relaxing with you especially, just cuddling or chatting about whatever. He definitely tries to get you and Emory to be friends, even if it’s an excuse to spend time with both of you at the same time

Words of affirmation: Very awkward and oddly sweet with his compliments. He isn’t the best with words, so his compliments tend to draw based on skills and actions, rather than physical appearance. He’s the type to notice and compliment when you’ve made notable progress in a hobby, or express appreciation for your affections. Compliments like “Ah, that looks very nice! You’re doing a good job!”, “You give the best hugs”, “You’re a good kisser” All said with that cute tone filled with a sort of wonder.

Physical Touch: Very touchy…I headcanon that he’s very surprisingly strong and he just loves carrying you around. Definitely the clingy type though, like if you’re sitting together you’re only getting up upon his demand. Also loves it when you’re sitting on his lap… pretty much loves anything that lets others know that you’re his and he’s yours.

Acts of Service: You’re the only one he does acts of service for like…ever. Doesn’t even complain if it’s you asking. I mean, he does basic chores with strong complaints to whoever asks but for you he’d move mountains with that cute dopey love-struck smile spread across his face. You’re the only one he ever buys gifts for, the only one he offers to do chores for or offers to help, even small things like holding doors and carrying bags for you.

Giving/Receiving Gifts: He loves to receive gifts, doesn’t give them too often. Definitely goes all-out when he does, he’s not the best shopper but I headcanon that he’s pretty crafty and makes very surprisingly well-crafted and useful gifts. Handmade pottery especially, I swear half your home is random ceramic goods he’d made you. Makes a big spectacle of it too, he has to have a reason to give you a gift, even an insignificant one like your three-and-a-quarter-month anniversary

Emory

Quality Time: Emory loves planning dates and things for you to do together. He gets really creative with it too, one week it’ll be a movie date, the next you’re going skydiving together, the one after that you’re taking a cooking class… he’s a never ending fountain of things to do. At the end of the day, he’s happy to have somebody so ready to go out into the world and do with. 

Words of affirmation: He’s a big ol’ sweetie! Showers you with sweet words about pretty much anything imaginable. You’re commonly graced with “You’re-You’re really cute, you know that?”, “Awwe, you’re so sweet!” or observational compliments, especially when you change your appearance. He’s the first to notice. Be it cutting your hair, getting a new tattoo or piercing, trying out a new style, he’s the first to tell you how much he likes your new look!

Physical Touch: Not the biggest fan of PDA, he shows his affection in other ways. Of all things, he loves holding your hand. I feel like his distaste for PDA is a result of his introverted nature, and holding your hand brings him so much reassurance when you’re out and about together.

Acts of Service: Emory is big on casual acts of service. Smaller acts are pretty much daily; offering to get you something to drink every time he gets himself something, offering to make you food if he’s cooking or buy you something if he’s ordering, offering a hand if he catches you in the middle of a task. He provides a lot of support in every way shape or form.

Giving/Receiving Gifts: Emory isn’t too much of the giving type. He goes all out for the occasions he does (Birthdays, Anniversaries, Gifting Holidays) but he’s more of the plan and finance a fun date type. He’s very good at remembering the things you like, your hobbies, your tastes in pretty much anything there is…Emory has the best memory when it comes to you, literally remembers everything. 

[yuseirra]

Commentary on Ai and Kamiki's character

I just can't shut up about them, can I? Since the new chapter will be dropping in just a few days from now (and I personally think there will be more reveals) this is probably going to be my last chance to discuss about them before things get clarified and set in stone once and for all (since we NEED to learn about just what HAS been going on about Ai's bf and his motives!! It's going to be shown to us in this final arc, right)

Here's how I feel about Ai/Kamiki as a character so far from all the things I've seen about them. Let's see how much of it will stand by the end of this manga(and/or the upcoming chapters)

I think they're well-written/would be well-written. I like how Ai's written for one thing, and Kamiki's past made a lot of sense to me, I think it can add on to something really interesting. I thought I got where it's going to get at.. that's why I've been drawing them so much since the latest chapter... hope I will be able to retain this interest and passion because having something to be excited and inspired about is a wonderful thing!

The following post was originally written in a different language and translated in bulk by ChatGPT! Thanks, ChatGPT..; you're a lifesaver

I wasn't meaning to translate these posts at first so that's why they weren't written in English but I feel it'd be such a waste to leave these.. I'd love to share it with everyone! 'v')9

There might be various changes when the next episode comes out... so if it's going to be uploaded, it seems right to do it now.

I'm writing a lot, like light writing (when I focus on something, I think about it a lot), and it might decrease or, depending on the situation, increase when the next episode comes out. There's nothing revealed yet, so I end up thinking a lot.

I think Ai is really a strong person. To survive in the entertainment industry, there must be so many things to think about. When I see that character, I think about those things. Although she has a soft side, she fundamentally seems like a character who lives really hard. Thinking about it, she was young herself, yet she protected her boyfriend and helped him escape from his abuser. She endured quite firmly under tremendous stress.

She's the type to bear everything alone... There are many things she endures, and in that situation, she worked hard to reach the top, and she wanted to be a good mother to her children. The most heartbreaking thing for me in this character's dialogue was when she said in her dying breath, "I wasn't a very good mother, but I still think it was good that I gave birth." That was so sad to me. I thought that was the saddest part. She had many thoughts. I noticed she thought she had to earn a lot to provide good education and conditions for her children. Middle school kids aren't necessarily shallow in thought, and while there's a range between people, I felt they were still serious and mature considering their age.

For a character like her, if she were in front of me, I would want to say that she's amazing and went through a lot of hardship. Before pointing out what she did wrong or lacked, I'd like to acknowledge that she lived with a lot of effort and loved those around her. Ai's efforts were not just for herself, but she had a rather humble character, and it seemed her motivation to strive was significantly for the happiness of those around her. Like when she wasn't sure if a dome concert was such a big deal but then thought it must be good since it was the president couple's dream, and she smiled along with them. For this character, what's important is resolving the curiosity about the lack in her heart, and achievements as an idol seemed secondary. That's why her saying she wanted to live with Kamiki and raise children together struck me, because for Ai, being an idol felt more like a means than an end. That doesn't mean she didn't try hard; she seemed like a responsible person who strives to meet expectations in her work.

Ai is a character who, through hard work, perseverance, and talent, eventually gets what she wants. Ai has a great curiosity and desire for areas she doesn't know well. She knows what she doesn't know but has the tenacity to not give up until the end. I think that's a strong aspect of her.

As for Kamiki, since it's unclear what his plans are at the current point in time (although I have a guess), if I were to describe the impression of him until just before he separated from Ai,

He's simply pitiful. He self-deprecatingly said that his relationship with Ai was one where he was unilaterally dependent on her. While he might have depended on her a lot, it seems Kamiki had to endure alone until the point they met. He grew up in such a broken situation that I don't even want to deeply think about what it must have been like... From what we see, it seems he wasn't just harmed by one person. Ai had President Ichigo at least worrying about her, and people to take care of her children when they were born, but Kamiki didn't seem to have a proper guardian at all. His exceptional looks might have made his situation even worse. He was just left alone in the world, and it wasn't just being alone, he had to endure all the malice and exploitation by himself.

You know how some adults appear in the movie arc, like Kaburagi and Kindaichi? This shows that the adults failed to protect the kids. The adults might have been busy with their own lives, but I don't think they can be entirely absolved of responsibility for the kids being in such situations.

Anyway, in that situation, Ai appeared to Kamiki, and I think Kamiki couldn't help but love Ai, who understood, accepted, and loved him more than anyone else. Ai also saved him. The fact that he sought help from someone only a year older than himself shows how vulnerable he was. It's just so heartbreaking. He must have liked Ai a lot... Fortunately, they connected emotionally, and Ai also liked him and wanted to help him. But Ai was powerless. Until just before she had her children, I think Ai tried her best in her own way. When Kamiki came to her, completely broken and crying, she took him in because she wanted to help him somehow.

But it’s sad that Ai couldn't even rely on her boyfriend... This really needs to be shown from Ai’s perspective too. She became Kamiki's emotional support, but it seems Kamiki couldn't do the same for her. However, I think Ai’s defensive nature also played a part... She absolutely didn't want to show weakness. She was a perfectionist. The others also played a part in this, as shown in the song IDOL. she was pressured by those around her to not forgive herself for not being perfect, so she couldn't let herself crumble or break down.

Still, Ai must have really liked her boyfriend. From the content of the video, it seems she was more worried about him getting better rather than feeling it was hard to help him. If she left a request to her children because she couldn't do it alone, that means she truly loved him. Asking her children for a personal favor about her boyfriend (even though he is biologically their father) shows that she was deeply concerned. (There’s a reason she left the request to her grown children; asking when they were young wouldn't have been fair, and adults are supposed to help children, not the other way around. For Ai, anything related to Kamiki was a lingering concern.)

I've drawn this couple a lot recently, not only because of Fatal being.. really obvious to me?? that it should be Kamiki's feelings and that it clicked and let EVERYTHING make sense but also because it’s confirmed that Ai loved Kamiki a lot too. Considering this, I think the storyline is not fully revealed yet. Kamiki is someone Ai desperately wanted to help, borrowing the strength of the protagonists, even. This is revealed not at the beginning but at the very end, indicating his significance. That must mean there are some things that we'll be able to find redeemable about him. Or at least, he must be a character who evokes a lot of sympathy.

Looking at this narrative, if Kamiki is willing to do anything for Ai, it makes a lot of sense. I was holding off on judging the depth of Ai's feelings until that video scene (you see how careful I'm about it in the analysis I've made about Ai), but it’s been clear that he was truly happy with her on his end. When I saw the lyrics for Fatal, I immediately knew it was from his perspective... it’s clear he has deep feelings about her. The emotions in the song matched, so I looked into the song's content, and it was quite unsettling, giving me the strong impression that he took a wrong path. His character was exactly as I thought, so I wasn’t surprised. He suits well with Ai. Isn't the younger version of him, really soft?? Ai isn’t the type to be dragged around. If she had a boyfriend who's younger than she was, she would have acted like a big sister. If he had been older, it might have had a different sort of dynamic, but at their first meeting, he was even smaller than Ai, so instead of her being swayed, I figured he'd have been the one drawn to her. Seeing Ai hide who the father of her children was, yet genuinely loving them purely, suggests that she wanted to protect him. Their relationship must have been good. The calls felt like Ai had the upper hand. However, you can't predict when someone will snap, so until his appearance, it was all speculation. But everything turned out as expected, along with the emotions they had regarding each other.

I don't know the current state of this character, but it feels like something significant has happened. Because of that, there's been a drastic change about him, but it's clear that this character really loves Ai. I keep mentioning it, but from the character's perspective, it couldn't have been any other way. So, I thought, "Wow... the writing was well done." The key point is how far Kamiki can go with such deep feelings and how it might become distorted, deviate, or turn into a mix of love and hate, depending on how it's handled.

At least, as the lyrics suggest, he loves her to the extent that he would do anything he can. I believe that has been made clear, so I think the development will inevitably go that way.

His past is just so miserable that I want to hug him and tell him he suffered a lot. Both him and Ai. And I want to arrange for them to be protected by adults who can give them lots of love and care in a clean, good environment. It’s no wonder Kamiki felt like there was no one in the world but him and Ai, which is such a sad situation... But there must be lonely kids like them out there. I hope those kids can receive the love they deserve.

I was actually a bit interested in the area of social welfare. However, it’s a very tough path, so I didn't dive so deep into it... While reading the manga, my thoughts wandered in that direction because the characters were in such vulnerable states. This sort of situation isn't 100% fiction.

I once did volunteer work in education, and honestly, the kids who have gone through tough times are much more mature and resilient than I am... They know things I don’t, and I believe that. But they are still young. It’s not about underestimating or dismissing them; at that age, they shouldn't be experiencing such things... It's an age when they should be receiving love.

In my opinion, the likelihood of major character inconsistencies or setting errors with the protagonist’s parents is quite low. The scenes they get are significant but short, so the characters are likely to come out as initially planned. And honestly, how cunning or wicked can two middle school kids be? This isn’t pure fantasy; the manga heavily borrows from reality. So, I liked how their past was revealed in this manner. The key is how things will unfold next, and it’s hard to predict completely.

When I first heard the song IDOL, I immediately thought, "Oh, this character is really struggling." (I mention this a lot but) I can't claim to understand everything since I haven't led such a turbulent life, but I still felt sorry for them. If I were in that character's position, I don't know if I could have lived as earnestly... However, when considering why the character made such choices, I can sense that it seems to come from their own efforts and concerns. Many situations arose consecutively, and I think Ai, as a character, tried her best within them.

And Kamiki is really something else. When he was breaking up with Ai, I didn’t mention much about what he heard, but Ai is really sharp. Even if she didn’t know what the consequences would be later, she said exactly what she needed to achieve her desired result (Kamiki leaving her). It wasn’t cursing, but the words were very cruel. I predicted that he wouldn’t be able to hold onto Ai when they broke up, even before the episode was revealed... LOL. But he ended up hearing such devastating words that he couldn't say anything back and was just left dumbfounded. Those words must have really hurt. I even felt emotionally wounded along with him! Ai is truly remarkable... When you watch the video, you can see that she really loved him, but to be able to say such things to someone she cared about... I don’t think I could do that because it would break my heart. As I mentioned when analyzing Ai, she just did what she thought was the best. She didn’t like herself very much, so it was more important to protect him from the burden of being with her than worrying about him hating her.

Kamiki, on the other hand, talked about those words to his son, saying, "Ai left me because she found out what I did, and it was natural and unavoidable." He has no anger. His self-esteem is very low, and he feels very sad. Although he mentioned that Ai had selfish and cruel sides, the first thing he feels is self-loathing... He believes it was natural to be abandoned, and he thinks he has never been loved by anyone. There’s a scene where he is walking hand-in-hand with Ai, looking so happy, and it’s described as if just being with her made him feel like he could overcome anything. But he accepts that she thought of him that way, which is so pitiful, isn’t it?

Would a character in such a state try to harm Ai? I don’t think so. If he were going to be angry, it would have been then. But I think both Ai and Kamiki knew that he wouldn’t retaliate even after hearing such words. This shows their personalities very well. When Ai said they should break up, he's able to suggest that they get married, this character... has no pride when it comes to Ai... It’s pitiful. He must have been like that in the payphone call too. It’s obvious that he wanted to meet again, saying he “clung on.” People say clinging isn’t attractive, but it seems he did so timidly. He probably couldn’t even speak firmly, and when Ai said no, he was likely left speechless again.

What happened to make him like how he is now? (But if you look at his lines, it doesn’t seem like he changed that much. He still says, "Because of me, because of me," in front of that dying actor. He blames himself for what's happened, and I wonder how it happened) I think this character needs to see a psychiatrist. He seems extremely depressed. It’s not a fair comparison, but his self-destructive behavior feels even worse than Aqua’s, and it’s understandable... Aqua still has people who love him, but this person!! He really has no one!!

Seeing the video of Ai and being so shocked... yeah, it's totally a natural reaction for him. He really didn't realize that Ai loved him in the SLIGHTEST. But if we consider whether it was Kamiki's fault that he didn't know, I don't think it was. Aqua showed the video as part of his revenge, but although Kamiki's heart must have been torn and he felt like dying... did he really do something deserving of revenge? I say that’s actually questionable. If he had killed Ai, then "revenge" would make sense, but it seems like he contributed less to her death than what he even told Aqua. Now that he knows he was loved all along, it will be interesting to see what kind of reaction comes out. Sigh.. so they had mutual feelings towards each other, so it's good, right? Their lives have been so unfortunate. Depending on what Kamiki did in the middle, it might determine whether he deserves such harsh words, but for now, that's my impression.

These two characters seem to be well-written (from a constructed perspective). Ai is really well-written, and Kamiki seems that way too. The chance for them to be happy together disappeared with Ai's death... who knows what will happen next...

Songs like "Mephisto" or "Fatal" really seem fitting. That's why I think those songs are related to Kamiki... the lyrics are so intriguing, so there must be something there.

I hope it all ends well.

[strangemaleswaps]

Strange Grocery Store Swap

My boyfriend Luis and I were doing some shopping at the local grocery store. There wasn't a cloud in the sky when we walked in but soon a downpour started, judging by the sound of pouring rain and thunder. My name is Collin, and I was an average twink at 20 years old; nothing really too special; I'm a nice guy, I guess. I care about my appearance enough that I try, but don't put too much effort into it. I usually comb my hair in a side swept fashion because it's easy. Luis, who's 22, loves rocking the bad boy look and never goes anywhere without his Doc Martens. He's the type that never puts up with anybody's shit, because he knows that one look is enough to scare them away. There are a lot of trashy assholes in the town we live in, so it's a nice thing to have.

So we were walking down the pasta aisle about to pick up a box of macaroni and cheese, when a loud sound erupted from outside followed by a flash seen inside. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was the power going out in the entire store.

When I woke up, the power was restored but I heard shrieks coming from the other end of the store. I also noticed that I was no longer in the pasta aisle, but in the pet food section. I don't even own a pet, what would I be doing here? I was sitting on the floor and noticed my back seemed really tense. I must've fallen down when I fainted but my back shouldn't be hurting this much! It was then that I looked down and noticed something horribly wrong. My arms were all full of gray hairs and my hands were all wrinkly! I was wearing different clothes too - a polo shirt, even though I hate that style! I got up on my feet and felt groggier than usual too. I then noticed my face felt a little itchy and I went to scratch my beard...wait I have a beard! What's going on here? I reached up to touch my hair and as I combed through, I found a huge bald spot! This is crazy! I'm not old! What is my boyfriend going to think? I knew I had to see what I truly looked like so I headed towards the restroom passing through multiple people that were walking around seemingly confused. I looked in the mirror and saw the face of an old man that wasn't me...well it is me now! I made faces in the mirror, reassuring myself that this is me.

I decided to take off my shirt to see the rest of the damage. This is insane! I'm in an old man's body! That shirt really contained all this wrinkly, saggy skin well because it all hangs out when you take it off. My skin jiggled slightly as I felt around. I ran my hands through the gray chest hairs feeling tickled by every strand. It was then that I noticed I was getting hard. I'm surprised how quickly it happened. Don't old guys have ED or something? I walked into a stall, pulled down my pants to find a thick hard and veiny cock. Oh yeah. I could see my balls were wrinkly and droopy, which actually aroused me even more! I started jerking while rubbing my nipples that sagged a bit from the pair of small moobs I now owned, grazing my hot fuckin silver daddy chest hairs. Fuck. I rubbed my balding head as I continued to jerk. I would've finished by now if I wasn't an old man, but I didn't care. I wanted this moment to last forever. I scratched my beard and finally started to cum. It splattered everywhere, hitting the stall door as I wallowed in euphoria. Fuck, that was great.

As the post nut clarity kicked in, I put my clothes back on, washed my hands and suddenly realized something, I needed to find my boyfriend! I'm guessing everyone in the store was body-swapped when the lighting struck so he had to be in here somewhere. As I walked out of the restroom, I heard lots of people shouting. Compared to the terror shrieks from earlier, these sounded like conversing. I heard people shouting out others names until I found a large crowd of people, all of which were holding signs with names on them. In the middle was a table set up with large pieces of construction paper and markers. I get it now; people are writing down their names in hopes of finding the people they were with. I decided to do the same. I wrote down "Collin Matthews" in big letters on the paper and held it up high. I called out my boyfriend's name as well.

"Luis Baron! Luis Baron! Where are you?" I called for a few minutes Soon enough I was starting to lose hope. What if he's not here somehow? What if the swap failed or something and he died? I started to bring down the sign in defeat until I heard a deep voice behind me.

"Collin?"

I turned around to find a big guy in his late 20s smile at me. He was wearing thick framed glasses and a baseball cap. I could see a bit of his gut hang out from under his tanktop, which rested itself over his blue basketball shorts. He tried to tuck it in when he noticed I was looking down.

"Is that really you Luis?" I made eye contact with him.

"It's me all right." I believed him, but I noticed the tough guy tone in his voice was gone, and not just because it was a different voice entirely. It sounded doubtful and weak. "Man, you're like 70!"

"I know! I was disgusted at first but then I realized it's actually pretty hot."

I scratched my beard and glanced down at his gut once again. I can't believe it! My boyfriend is a fat guy! I've never dated anyone this big before so I'm actually turned on, even after I just finished. When I looked back up, I could see the rage on his face.

"Hey stop looking down at my belly! How do you think I feel being forced to be this fat loser? I can't even stop my gut from poking out. It's disgusting!" As he tried to tuck in his gut once more, his whole body jiggled. I could feel myself getting hard once again. Luis looked down and noticed my bulge.

"Wait, you're turned on?"

"Yep." His whole mood seemed to change and he began to smirk.

"Hey do you wanna...try a once in a lifetime experience?" My cock began to stiffen even more.

"I'm listening..."

"Well...I found keys and an address listed on this guy's driver's license. What do you say we send a text to our old numbers...after we have a little fun." I gave a devilish smile as I stroked my balding head and scratched my beard.