#like my typing is great with very few mistakes; but my spelling while mostly alright these days isn't great

[medicinemane]

Can I just for a minute complain as someone dyslexic about how when I was young everyone would always be like "well look up the spelling in the dictionary"?

Just now, I go to type a word and I spell it something like "erevicobly", which is obviously wrong, but... no idea

Well, I throw it in the search engine* and find out it's irrevocably (didn't spell it right there either, but got it close enough spellcheck could fix it)

Now you might notice something here, which is if I'd looked it up in the dictionary, I wouldn't have found it, no matter how long and hard I searched, because I'd be looking under "er" not "ir"

So do you see why that advice made me mad as hell as a kid, and I stand by my feelings today?

*literally one of the few ways search engines are a blessing is being a really great way to find spellings

[ratsoh-writes]

(I thought of this backstory for 3 years. I'm glad that you like it)

She was never caught. Nobody knew she was there, nobody knew that two books of the vlock family went missing for a few hours. And nobody knew that the fire monster down there had developed a resistance to the spells. Only she knew. A little piece of info that not even the heads knew.

It felt great! To be the only one who knew. And better yet, she copied some of the spells of the books she stole. She could now learn them properly and finally sedate that fire monster and she knew of a secret entrance now, a very dirty, and full of spiders and cockroaches, entrance but... it seemed that this was another thing she only knew. Yay to her.

.

It took months. 9 months to be exact. She realized that her affinity for those types of spells was low, very low. But that didn't discourage her. It tired her though, since she had to juggle learning those spells, her normal studies, her training with her mother and father, and mingling with the cesspool that was the rest of the family.

And to make sure that the monster kept his mouth shut, she visited him. Not always, but maybe once or twice a week, and always through the vent, since she didn't want to risk getting caught by the main door again.

"So... are you my grandpa or great great great greaaaaat grandpa?"

"I don't know... I just know that... you are family..."

"How? You can't even smell through the barrier. My dad made that, you know?"

There was a hint of pride in that last sentence. Her dad was a pain in her head, but he was powerful, enough to be at the top of the other family heads, a position that she was taught to covet.

"Well... because logic..."

"That's a stupid answer. You can't say that. If you know that we are related, then tell me your thought process or don't talk at all."

"Alright... you will never know then"

"No, you can't do that either"

.

Sea would later realize, in the future, that he knew because he was aware of how her family operated and saw many mages and witches force themselves onto the other monsters while they were hypnotized and sedated. And that he was the only flame monster there, so it would be logical to think that Sea was his family.

.

After 9 months, she was sure that she could cast the pheromone spell to finally sedate the monster. She was ready... but there was one tiny problem. She was also grounded, forced to copy a 345 page history book using a spell that made the pen float. If she made a mistake or stained the paper, she had to do it all again from the beginning.

What a pain.

That tired her out. So she had to wait three more days until she could go back to the basement. She crawled through the vents, as always, until she arrived. And when she did, she saw her father.

He was feeding the fire monster, throwing a bowl of water at him, then tossing him a box of bread and fruit. Is it not like she had never seen her father be mean to someone, he even took her to watch a torture session once. It was normal there... and yet...

And yet... when he left...

"You should have burned him or something..."

She went back up and to the kitchen to get a bag of cookies. And was currently imbuing them with healing magic.

"Burn a volcanoid mage?"

"It's possible. I have seen it..."

"Well, if you say it... then it must be true..."

She didn't say anything afterwards. Mostly because she was rather tired after using healing magic. She wasn't very good at it... because her father hadn't taught her yet.

"Thank you, kid. I'm... grateful for your gift..."

"... yeah right. Just quit the nice words, I didn't do it because he hurt you, I did it because you will own me again..."

"...right... how unthoughtful of me..."

(3/3... well, now I guess I have to make it longer. 3/5)

Wow this dude is patient. Or just sounds sad. He talks kinda like he’s still a little affected by the pheromones

[littlepadika]

Calling Home (1) | Frankie Morales x Reader

Summary: You are a receptionist at the VA. Frankie Morales keeps calling. Yearning ensues...

Rating: M -> E in later chapters

Warnings: fem!reader, age gap (legal), praise kink, voice kink, discussion of addiction/PTSD/trauma, no use of y/n, no beta reader, reader is bad at Spanish, Frankie has a sexy voice 😩

Masterlist here

AN: My first fic. Pedro writers have inspired me to finally start writing again 🥺. Concept inspired by the movie RED. I hope you like it ❤️Set after triple frontier.

Chapter One

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The first time he called was an ordinary Thursday.

“Veterans Affairs, how can I help you?”

You had been working at the VA office for about two weeks. Fresh out of college you felt lucky to have a job in the first place. You went to school to be a writer but your big idea for 'The Next Great American Novel' had yet to present itself. At least here you had access to the most inspiring stories and interesting people. Men and women who had seen more and done more than you probably would in your entire life. You loved talking to clients on the phone. It was weird but something about only being able to hear people’s voices excited you. You would sometimes write little stories in your head about the people you'd talk to, filling in the details that were unknown.

Your desk accessories reflected your love of books and writing. You had your growing collection of books sitting on your desk sandwiched between baby pink bookends. Next to them was a matching desk organizer filled with your favorite sparkly pens and sticky notes. You had decorated the plain cubicle walls with posters of quotes from your favorite books. You also brought your favorite candle from home. Even though you couldn’t light it you still liked to lift it to your nose once and a while and smell it between chapters. When you weren’t on the phone or scanning documents you would read. You finished To Kill A Mockingbird in your first week on the job and were now halfway through Murder on the Orient Express.

You were starting a new chapter when Frankie Morales called the first time.

You picked up the phone on the second ring already mustering your chipper 'customer service' voice. “Veterans affairs.” You stated your name. “How may I help you?”

“H-Hi. My name is Frankie- uh-Francisco Morales." A deep voice answered you. "I’m calling because I have gotten my benefits check yet. It’s been a month. I was hoping you could tell me if it got sent?”

“Okay Mr. Morales." You flipped on the computer. "Let me check. Can you spell your last name for me?”

“M-o-r-a-l-e-s”

“Okay... let's see.” You clicked on his account. You were momentarily distracted by his picture likely taken when he graduated basic if you had to guess based off the uniform. He looked sweet. Sharp nose and strong jaw balanced by kind eyes and a shy smile. You could imagine how age would continue to soften his expression making him even more handsome. The image was a strange juxtaposition to the voice you were hearing on the phone which was much deeper and rougher. His profile said he was special forces. A pilot. The rest of the information was blacked out. Something you were used to seeing on many people's accounts but even his years of service were redacted. He must have been involved in some dangerous stuff, you thought to yourself. The dates that were not redacted were mostly in Latin America. You clicked over to processing requests. “Looks like the check got sent one week ago.” You informed him.

"I'll look again but I haven't seen anything-" It sounded like he was apologizing when clearly it was not his fault.

"No no. It's probably a mistake on our end." You interrupted. With how shitty and outdated the payroll interface was you wouldn't be surprised if there was a mix up. "I’ll go ahead and let payroll know to send another."

"Great. Thanks." He replied sounding relieved. The roughness in his voice gave way to a smooth baritone.

“No problem. I'm sorry for any inconvenience it may have caused. We'll get it sent right away." You hoped he was not relying on this benefit check for anything important. While you could promise you'd fix the problem, the administration was notoriously slow. When he didn't respond you asked, "Is there anything else I can help you with today, Mr. Morales?”

“Uh-no" The roughness back in place. "Thank you." He paused before adding your name onto his thank you which made you smile. People usually never remembered your name.

“Alright. Have a nice day and thank you for your service.” You chirped before hanging up. The smile he put on your face lingered for a few minutes as you returned to your book.

The next time he called was exactly twelve days later.

“Veterans affairs” you answered, your routine greeting cut short as your eyes were still on your book.

“Hi- I’m calling because uh I still haven’t gotten my benefits check. This is Frankie Morales.”

“Oh Mr. Morales.” You recognized his voice even before he even said his name. You quickly shut your book, pushing your hair out of your face. Had you been thinking about him? No! Okay maybe you stared at his picture for a few minutes longer after he hung up. Yes, it was probably very unprofessional but you couldn't fight the curiosity. You were trying to rationalize the contrasting sharpness and softness of his features with his voice. How it all worked together. How one person's voice could change textures and colors so easily. You wondered what kind of things this man might have seen on the job. Most of the veterans you would help day to day did not have so many redacted missions and deployments. You were in the middle of Narcos season one so you immediately thought of drugs or something equally dangerous. After much pondering, you had come to the conclusion that Frankie Morales was both insanely attractive and insanely courageous. “Still no check, huh?”

“Nope.” He sighed the sound making the phone's shitty speaker crackle as you held it to your ear.

“Let me just check that it was approved...“ you found his profile again and scrolled to the status page. “Hmm... it says it was sent out last Friday after we spoke. That���s so weird...”

“Yeah. Really weird.” He echoed your frustration on the other end.

Typical payroll, you thought to yourself as you rolled your eyes. “I'll get another one sent to you right away. I'll see to it myself.” You tucked the phone under your chin and typed out a short email to Mary in payroll letting her know you'd be stopping by her office to explain the situation. You realized he hadn't hung up yet.

“Sorry for the back and forth.” You said, trying to fill the silence.

“It’s not your fault." The earlier irritation gone. "You’ve been really helpful.” His voice sounded warm and reassuring. Less gruff than it was last you spoke. Instead it was that rich baritone that you caught of glimpse of last time.

You feel your face warm at his compliment. It was this annoying reflex you had. Praise always made you blush no matter what context but it was worse when it came from a (you assume) gorgeous stranger.

“And just to verify that your address is correct- you’re on Maple Lane in Miami, Florida?”

“That’s right.” He confirmed.

“Okay. Sent!” You clicked send on the email, which caused the window to close and reveal Frankie’s profile page again. “I was curious-" You spoke before you really made the decision to speak. You didn’t want to overstep but once again your curiosity got the better of you. Honestly, you were just searching for a way to keep him on the phone. The day had been so boring.

“Your profile says you were stationed in Costa Rica.”

“For a bit.” He replied after a moment. He didn’t sound too defensive but there was definitely some tightness in his answer that made you feel bad for asking. Like you were scratching a wound.

“Did you like it? The country I mean.”

“Are you planning a trip?” He sounds a little amused.

“Yeah- well- kind of. It's more a trip in my head right now. I’d like to go there one day. It looks so beautiful.” You sighed closing your eyes trying to imagine the heat on your skin.

“It is." He agrees. "Really humid though.”

“Mm that sounds nice.” You would kill for some warm weather after such a long winter in DC.

“It was too muggy for me at times." He grumbled. "If you do go, stick to the costal areas where it’s more breezy or else you’ll just be sweating the whole time.”

“I don’t mind a little sweat” you shrugged, still thinking of the awful east coast winter you were currently suffering through. The sexual connotation of what you said hit you hard as soon as you heard the statement in its entirety. You felt your face flush again, though the man on the other end would never know.

“I’m learning Spanish!" You announced loudly trying to move the conversation past your awkwardness.

“Wow. Muy impressivo.”

“Si” you replied but after a moment you admit “I don’t really know what you said.”

Frankie laughed loudly on the other end and you couldn’t help but join in, drawing dirty looks from the elderly lady, Donna, working in the cubicle across from you. You ducked your head behind a stack of papers to avoid her glare.

“Fake it till you make it.” He chuckled.

“Maybe you should help me out.” You took on an indigent but still playful tone. “You sound better than duolingo” Your smile widened when he laughed again. His laugh was what you hoped it would be, by all your assumptions from his picture. It was an unencumbered, unburdened, rich sound with only a hit of roughness from the air behind it.

“Tell me you’re not using that dumb app to learn.” he scoffed, saying your name in an almost scolding tone.

“I’m got my thirty day streak today.” You boasted.

“You’ll be a total tourist if you go by duolingo.”

“But the owl is so cute every time I get something right!” You argued your voice taking on a more childish cadence.

“That’s how they trap you, silly girl.” He teased right back. Usually such a condescending nickname would piss you off but something about the affection behind him using it made you feel very differently. You felt warm like you were proud to be silly as long as it made him laugh.

“Then you saved me just in time, Mr. Morales.” You bit your lip. His scoffing and laughter died down on the other end.

“Frankie” He corrects you.

“Frankie…” You repeated it, smiling at how well the nick name suited the voice over the phone. Honest, sincere, and not pretentious at all. Way better than the pompous guys you know with equally stuffy names like “Edward” and “Christopher.”

“So what do you want to know?” Frankie interrupted your thoughts. “Dime”

You started asking him questions in Spanish to the best of your ability. Granted they weren't particularly probing questions. What is your name? What is your favorite color? What is your favorite animal? What's your favorite book? I am reading Gone Girl. He answered them all with patience and amusement, occasionally interrupting you to correct your pronunciation or explain what a word meant. Every time you’d repeat the word back correctly he would say something like “good” or “there you go” or “you got it”. You hated to admit that his kind words and his praise was doing something to you. You didn't even realize you were clenching your legs together unconsciously, almost in anticipation of his next correction or next answer. His low voice so sweet and encouraging against your ear, more tangible when he was speaking Spanish. You just wanted to hear more of it. Would it be this sweet in other situations? Would it get huskier or rougher? If you closed your eyes it was like he was sitting right next to you. It would be all too easy to slip into that daydream and escape the dull office.

Suddenly out of the corner of your drooping eyes you saw a flashing red light on the phone console meaning another caller was waiting.

“Shoot- i’m sorry, Frankie- I have to take this call.” You shot forward in your chair, legs uncrossing.

“Of-Of course. I should let you get back to work.” He sounded a little sad or so you hoped. You felt bad for interrupting him after you both were having so much fun. You wanted to say he could wait on hold but he killed that idea when he said, "I have work too. Technically I'm five minutes past my lunch break."

Your pout turned to a smile. He was spending his precious lunch break with you? Get a grip! you snapped at yourself.

“You’re welcome to call again if you want.” You threw out the offer in a small voice, scared you would be rejected. You peered over the cubicle wall to see if you were still being glared at. Thankfully Donna was away from her desk. Probably out for a smoke. “It’s really boring here and usually no one calls.”

“Maybe I will.” He replied and you could hear the smile behind those words. You felt your heart clench weirdly in your chest like it didn't know how to process the sudden spike in emotions.

“Bye, Frankie.” You beamed.

“Bye”

This time the smile on your face lasted for hours. Frankie’s laugh echoed around in your head, taunting you, sending your mind to the gutter. His voice went from grit to molasses on a dime. You wanted to be the one to bring out those sounds. You wanted to hear his voice bend and stretch and strain as you fucked him. What the hell is wrong with me? you screamed internally. You had never been so depraved and with a stranger no less! You clearly needed to get laid fast because this much yearning would not end well.

Frankie got the second VA check a few days later and this time he didn’t even feel bad about ripping it in half. He was already reaching for the phone to call you.

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Tags: Message to be added 💕 no minors please!

[dapper-ships-herself]

Dapper!!! :0c Tell me about your Fairy Tail s/i?

So! I technically have two for Fairy Tail, except unlike my BSD s/is where they’re each very different, the main difference here is simply the backstories, present day during the story the personality and most of my relationships are the same.

For personality in general, kind and soft spoken, with a subtle mischievous nature too, snark with a sweet smile you could say, but her teasing is never mean. Like so many members of the guild, she is fiercely protective of their family. The only way to actually make her mad is by threatening an innocent person. Her hobbies include reading, art, and staring at Erza. The exact nature and start of that friendship changes a little depending on the backstory, but basically they have been best friends since childhood, with my s/i harboring a secret crush all that time. I went into more detail on her relationships here.    

First backstory is the Dreyar backstory. In this she is Laxus’s little sister. She and her brother are close, he’s super protective, and my s/i looks up to him, in fact due to an incident when they were both children (which I want to write about) she vows that one day she will “grow strong enough to protect even you.” Though after their father was banished from the guild and Laxus changed, there was a rift between them, but she still knows her kind brother is buried in there. She also greatly respects her grandfather, not growing to harbor that same resentment as Laxus did. As for their father, I haven’t actually gotten to where he’s properly introduced in, I believe, the grand magic games arc, but I know that backstory and stuff, so I think she has mixed feelings about him, her being so young when he was banished that she really hardy remembers him and only really knows he did something bad to be kicked out. This is also the default backstory that I use most often.

The other backstory is the library backstory, and this one is a lot more me making shit up. In this, she was actually born far back in the past, in to a village that still feared most magics except for a few types of holder magic. My s/i was born as the grand daughter of the village leader, and she was also born able to use magic. She couldn’t do anything impressive as it was mostly only like magical potential, but still her grandfather wanted to banish her for it, but her parents managed to convince him that she was safe so long as they made sure she never used it. Still, rumors spread about her being “strange” and she was a black sheep of the village. She only had one friend, a girl a little bit older than her named Rimis, or Ri for short. Her childhood wasn’t great, but her parent’s cared for her and she had Ri, so it was fine. One day though, a magical monster attacked their village. In the chaos, she and Ri found themselves confronted by the beast and Ri was killed by it protecting her. In her sorrow, she blindly unleashed a wave of her magic, reaper magic. This took care of the monster, but all her village saw when the dust cleared was one little girl on the ground and the black sheep angrily crackling with dark magical energy. They were convinced that she used her power to bring that creature to their village in the first place, and no amount of protest and pleading would convince them otherwise. Her grandfather, in front of the angry mob her village had turned into, announced that she was a demon and needed to be sealed away, and he presented one of the few magical items the village held, a key to open the library of Nairat, said to be a vast library assembled by a demon that contains book from the past, present, and future, and exists technically as a pocket dimension outside of time. It sounds pretty great until you get to the part where it can only be opened to allow inside on person at a time, and that once someone goes in they can only get back out by reading every single book held inside, and if they give up then they are turned to stone. She pleaded that she had no part in the monster attacking, but no one listened, and even her parents only cried as they silently watched her get thrown inside. She spent the next 936 years trapped in there, not ageing physically or mentally, until she finally read the last book in Nairat’s collection and the door reopened. She found herself in a strange land, and stranger still the people here actually seemed to celebrate magic. She wandered from city to city until eventually she made it to Magnolia, where master Makarov found her alone in the streets and invited her back to the guild. After being alone for nearly a thousand years, she had kind of forgotten how to talk to people, and so was effectively mute for months. It took her a while to feel comfortable in the guild and to trust that they wouldn’t banish her, and for her to feel safe training her own magic.

After her backstory is revealed to the other characters, I imagine a sort of running joke is that they always expect her to have like some wise knowledge about a situation like she’s a scholar or something but she’s usually like “I wasn’t actually studying any of those books, I read them as fast as possible so I could get the heck out of that place, also I was like eight so   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ “ and she mostly only remembers vague knowledge and random useless trivia she loves to share.  

Fun fact, in this backstory, the cloak she wears was sewn as a gift from her parents.

As for what magic she uses, I used to switch it based on my mood between three different types, except now I think I want her to be able to use all three normally. Sounds op but I think I balance it alright and justify the why well enough also everyone in this show is op. Anyway, the magic types are the already mentioned reaper magic (basically controlling and shaping a dark energy, able to stabilize people in a critical state but not actually able to heal, with moves such as reaper’s scythe, reaper’s hand, reaper’s mercy, and reaper’s minions), sweets magic (a much lighter form of magic, takes the shape of pieces of candy, one capability is she can summon a giant lollipop that can hover off the ground but not actually fly, and like licorice whips, a tidal wave of sugar, etc), and crystal magic (able to grow crystals up from surfaces that jut up like jagged spikes or rise up like a shield). So each magic has different benefits and uses depending on what kind of fight she’s. I could probably explain them a bit better but I am a bit tired rn.  

Dreyar! Gillian can use these three because she was implemented with lacrima like Laxus by their father, except she’s not a dragon slayer and got two smaller lacrima that allowed her to branch her magic like that. She was born with the sweets magic. Some people have called her a protege because of this and she becomes embarrassed and a little ashamed, knowing that that strength is from the lacrimas. 

Library! Gillian learned crystal magic from a book in the library to then draw out most of her reaper magic and seal it within a crystal she created out of fear and shame, leaving only a formless magical potential inside herself, and then when she started learning magic at the guild properly, she used some techniques she remembered from some books to reshape the magical potential she had to present itself as something far less threatening, the sweets magic. During her personal arc early on in the story (I picture it being the arc before the Tower of Heaven arc), when her backstory is revealed (and I kind of want to type out what I picture for this arc because I got like a whole thing), that’s when she breaks the crystal sealing away her reaper magic and begins to realize that it’s okay to start accepting this part of her she’s been so afraid of even still. 

Maybe some of this actually wouldn’t fully work within the story, but like I said I haven’t actually seen the whole show/manga and while I do know at least generally what happens my knowledge isn’t perfect especially about lore things although I did try and do research. 

I tried to keep it a pretty basic overview but it still got long! Anyway, I love my FT s/i so I’m always happy to answer questions and stuff~

(Forgive any spelling or grammar mistakes please, it’s late rn and spell checking is for whimps (translation: I’m totally gonna reread this ramble tomorrow and kick myself for mistakes)) 

[feferipeixes]

Innocence Is Not Knowing That You’re Innocent (2/5)

Belle knows her brother pretty well. He likes comic books, he cheats at board games, and he wants more than anything to be human again. So, when he wakes up one morning with no memory of the fact that he’s a demon, she figures there’s no reason to remind him just yet. He deserves some time to just enjoy being Dipper, and not have to be Alcor.

Unfortunately, she can’t hide Dipper from the demon forever.

Chapter 2: Trouble in Paradise (link to chapter 1)

Special thanks again to @toothpastecanyon​ for beta reading and being super cool!

(See the most updated version on AO3!)

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“Dipper! Belle! Dinner!”

Belle, jumping around in her room and jamming to Evaporate the Dancefloor by &ndra, pulled out her earbuds. “Is someone calling me?” she yelled.

“Yes, I said it’s dinner time!” Lionel called back.

“Oh. Coming!” She dashed out of the room, ran down the stairs, and took a seat at the table. A plate of spaghetti sat before her. Belle eyed it, frowning.

“Something wrong?”

Belle balanced her chin on her fist. “Dad, what was your artistic intent with this dinner? I love the direction, but, I don’t know, I’m just not feeling it, yknow? It just doesn’t speak to me.”

Lionel gave her a thin smile. “My intent was to make sure you don’t starve.”

“Oh, I’m starving alright. I’m emotionally starved!” She leaned back in her chair, resting the back of her hand on her forehead dramatically. “This might be good enough for you and Dipper, but I need a dinner that makes me think!”

“If you don’t like this, you can make an emotionally stimulating dinner for the three of us tomorrow night. Speaking of which, have you seen your brother? His dinner is going to get cold.”

“I’m here,” Dipper said, shuffling into the room. He took his usual seat at the table -- next to Belle -- and his whole body seemed to droop. Belle raised an eyebrow. She glanced at her dad, who seemed to be having the same reaction

The three of them were silent for a minute, and then Lionel coughed. “So, how was school, you two?”

Belle leaned over the table, putting her weight onto her palms. “It was great! Mindy and I presented our history project and Mrs. Riviera seemed to like it! I personally think bedazzling the poster board is what put us over the top -- Mindy says it was the extra detail we put into finding primary sources about gnomes instead of relying on Wikipedia, but I guess we just think differently!” She slid back into her seat, a satisfied grin on her face.

“Good job. I know you worked hard on that project.” He turned to Dipper, and his smile faded a bit. “Dipper? How about you?”

Dipper poked sullenly at his spaghetti with a fork. “It was okay.”

Belle bopped him on the shoulder. “Come on, you big nerd, you like school too much to not have anything to say about it.”

He shrugged, and swirled a noodle around his fork.

“Didn’t you have a test today?” Lionel asked. “How’d that go?”

Dipper jerked upright, looking like a deer in headlights. “Oh… y-yeah,” he stuttered. “It, uh. It didn’t go so well.”

Belle put down her fork and tilted her head. “Why not?”

“I don’t know, it was weird.” He started fiddling with his fork, trying to avoid making eye contact with either of them. “I thought it’d be a piece of cake, but then I got there and I didn’t know any of the answers. I don’t know why -- I thought I knew this stuff, but it’s just... gone or something.”

“Aw, that’s okay, my bromide! It’s not, haha, it’s not like you’re supposed to know everything!”

“That’s the thing -- for some dumb reason, I didn’t even study! I thought I’d just know.” He turned to Lionel, and shrank back into his seat under his father’s gaze. “Sorry dad… I know I’m supposed to do better than that.”

“It’s alright,” Lionel responded. Dipper picked his head up again, looking even more confused than before. “It’s great that this matters to you, but everyone makes mistakes.”

“I, uh… I just failed a test. Aren’t you mad at me?”

“No….?” Lionel trailed off as Belle furiously tried to signal him to stop, change lanes, take an immediate U-turn, stat! Unfortunately, none of that meaning seemed to be getting communicated to him. He furrowed his brow in confusion, cueing Dipper to look at her too, and so she stopped.

“Anyway,” he continued, “it’s not the end of the world if you don’t know everything. I’m sure it’ll be back by next time.”

Belle bolted out of her seat, jostling the table and spilling some pasta sauce onto her skirt. “Hey dad! Can I talk to you alone for a moment?”

“We’re in the middle of dinner. Can it wait?”

“I guess so,” she responded through clenched teeth.

She sat back down and stared at her plate, trying to ignore the suspicious glances Dipper kept sending her way. He seemed confused enough at her outburst to have stopped asking questions for the minute, and Lionel must’ve taken some amount of the hint as he didn’t try to restart the conversation, so the three of them ate their spaghetti in mostly silence.

It felt wrong -- Dipper usually had some wild conspiracy theory he had been investigating and couldn’t wait to talk to literally anyone about, so he’d regale them at the dinner table while Belle provided comic relief and Lionel watched his kids with amusement and pride. That had been before Gravity Falls; they still had interesting dinner conversations after Dipper found out that he was Alcor in disguise, but they were of a different calibre, because conspiracy theories no longer tickled his interest when he had infinite knowledge. For now, he was basically human, and he should be getting to enjoy the mystery of unsolvable conspiracy theories again, but instead there was silence and Belle felt the pit in her stomach grow and grow.

This wasn’t good, but it was fixable. After dinner, Dipper went to the bathroom and she cornered her dad to remind him that he couldn’t talk about demon stuff around Dipper. When he got out of the bathroom, she pulled him into the TV room and put on Pony Magic Academy, but left the remote near him so he could quickly snatch it up, change it to something else, and forget his suspicions amidst a sibling squabble. It was the tried and true art of distraction, and it seemed to work, but the heavy feeling in Belle’s stomach just got worse as she thought about how easily she was manipulating him.

It’s okay to be protective of him, she thought, as he put on Ghost Hunters and glued himself to the screen.

It’s for his own good, she thought, as they went upstairs and listened to his favorite top 40 hits.

He’s happier not knowing, she thought, as she got into bed and bid her twin goodnight.

I’m doing the right thing, she thought, as she closed her eyes and wandered off to dreamless sleep

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Belle poked at the food on her lunch tray. It kind of wobbled in response, which was weird because the lunch room had advertised it as “Chicken Soup”. The quality of food in the cafeteria wasn’t usually incredible, but this was something else.

She looked up as Dipper dropped his tray across the table from her and sat down. The gelatinous cube on his tray was reddish-brown instead of green -- he must’ve gotten “Meatloaf”.

“Well, this sucks,” he said. Belle was rather inclined to agree with him. “Do you have any of that rainbow sparkle sugar glitter you always carry around?”

Her eyes lit up. Dipper never usually agreed to letting her put candy sparkles on his food, citing the fact that it “wasn’t technically food” and “had that FDA-banned type of denser sugar that was way more potent than normal sugar”.

“Do I!” she squealed. She fished around in her backpack, and her expression fell. “No I do not.”

They both sighed. He speared a piece of jelly with his fork and looked at it wistfully. “If I die eating this, you’ll tell dad I love him?”

“Only if you come back as a ghost and do the same for me.”

“Yeah, right. If I become a ghost, it better be for a much cooler reason than that. Like… to take revenge on whoever killed me, or maybe ooh to play pranks on hotel guests. You know how they always do that, in the movies? Imagine just pranking rich people in hotels for eternity.”

He laughed, and Belle’s stomach did a somersault. “Yeah but you wouldn’t want to be a ghost, right?”

“If you’re asking whether I want lethal cafeteria food poisoning, the answer is no.”

“No… yknow…” Her eyes shifted nervously. “If- WHEN you die, would you want to be a ghost?”

He seemed to consider it for a few minutes. “I’d say probably not,” he responded finally. “From what I’ve read about ghosts, they’re kind of obsessed with whatever their reason for becoming a ghost is. I’m not really the obsessive type, so I wouldn’t want to get stuck obsessing over something until some ghost hunter puts me out of my misery.”

Belle screwed her face up, torn between relief at the reassurance that she was doing the right thing by keeping Dipper in the dark about his true nature, and amusement at the idea that Dipper wasn’t an obsessive nerd. She settled on a smile, but then the picture wandered into her mind of a demon obsessed with tracking down reincarnations of his human sister, and the smile melted away.

“Hey!” A cheery voice broke into Belle’s thoughts. She looked up to see Onika holding a gold encrusted lunch tray. “Mind if I sit with you two?”

“Sure thing!” Belle trilled. “What’s up?”

“Oh, everything’s great. There was a test in the spells class I’m in and I aced it with flying colors! Literally, the test was to create a rainbow. Most of the class only succeeded in making it rain hair bows. Hey…” She elbowed Belle, and pointed at Dipper. “Why’s Mr. Reality Bender giving me the stink eye right now?”

“Hey Onika, I have to go the bathroom!” Belle babbled, shooting to her feet before Dipper could even open his mouth.

“Okay… good for you…”

“Yeah, but uh, girls always go together, so come on!”

She hooked her arm around Onika’s and dragged her away from the table, leaving behind a very confused looking Dipper.

“What’s going on, Sterling?” Onika asked when they got to the bathroom. “Spill.”

“Don’t mention any demon stuff!” Belle hissed. “He doesn’t remember that he’s Alcor!”

“What? How does he forget something like that?”

Belle rubbed her temples, frustrated that no one seemed to immediately understand the genius behind her madness. “His body’s glitching or something, his memory will come back soon, but I want to hold that off as long as I can because look at how happy being human makes him!”

Onika looked nonplussed. “He seems kinda pissed, if you ask me.”

“Yeah, but he’s always like that! I know he’s happier this way -- he told me when he had his memories that he wishes he could just have a normal, human life, and not have to know what he really is. Now he gets to, at least for a little while!”

“Okay.... that sort of makes sense…” Onika replied, with the air of someone who did not think it made any sense at all, “but if he doesn’t remember that he’s not human, why would he be happy that he doesn’t remember that he’s not human?”

Belle stared at her, opening and closing her mouth several times, gears in her head grinding against the grain to try to fight off a series of thoughts she didn’t want to be having. First dad, and now Onika? Did no one care about Dipper’s happiness other than her?

A sly smile crept onto Onika’s face at the lack of response, and Belle pouted. “He just is, okay? It’s deep inside of him or whatever, I don’t know.”

“Alright, you’re the boss. I’ll just pretend your brother is a normal human that I’m allowed to have a crush on again.” Belle’s jaw dropped, and Onika laughed. “Kidding! I’m kidding. Can we go back to the table now? I’m done not-peeing.”

Dipper had the same annoyed look on his face when they got back. It looked like he’d hardly touched his food in the meantime, and was practically following her eyes as she sat down.

She giggled nervously. “How’s it going, bro-bro?”

“Not bad,” he said slowly. “Having a great lunch over here by myself. How was the bathroom?”

“What? Oh yeah, so much fun. You know me, I love a good bathroom!”

Onika looked back and forth between them. “Hey, is this a weird conversation or is it just me?”

“No, everything’s fine!” Belle replied at the same time as Dipper said “No, it’s weird.” The two of them locked eyes for a moment, and Belle broke into a big, saccharine smile. Dipper rolled his eyes, and went back to his food.

Onika whistled. “Wow, having a sibling the same age as you must be exhausting. Good thing my sister’s 24. Anyway, the reason I came over was to ask if you two are doing anything for Halloween next week. My parents are throwing a party -- it’ll be very fancy and a downright bore, but maybe you’d want to come and keep me company.”

Belle clapped excitedly. “That sounds fun! I bet none of the fancy pantses are gonna use your antigravity pool -- we could take a swim!”

Dipper seemed to sink into his seat, and continued to spoon coagulated meatstuff into his mouth. Belle snapped a finger in front of his face. “Hey! Dipper! Did you hear Onika? Wanna go air swimming on Halloween?”

He shrugged. “That sounds fun, but… it’s Halloween, shouldn’t we be out getting lost in the woods or hunting ghosts?”

Oh yeah. Alcor could fly whenever he wanted. They should spend Halloween doing stuff that a demon wouldn’t enjoy in the same way a human would. She glanced at Onika, who hopefully had come to the same conclusion.

“Hunting ghosts definitely sounds better than a fancy dress party,” Onika said. “Well, I at least figured I’d ask. See you two later!” With that, she got up from the table, dropped her tray in the garbage, and strutted majestically out of the room.

Belle whistled. “She’s really something, isn’t she?” She smiled to herself, and then turned back to her brother, who had somehow sunk even further and was at risk of falling out of his seat altogether. “Hey, what’s going on down there?”

“Nothing.”

“I’ll say, cause it looks like you’ve forgotten how gravity works!”

She grabbed his arm and tried pulling him back into his seat, which he obliged to with a large groan. He slumped over, cheek pressed into the table, not caring about the scraps of unknown food he was lying on. Belle prodded him in the forehead a few times, and then cocked her head.

“Well, I guess my brother is broken! I’ll have to find a new one! Seriously, what’s up?��

He sighed. “Okay, it’s just… embarrassing, so don’t make fun of me okay?”

“Definitely not, and that’s a Belle promise!” She mimed zipping her lips and throwing away the key. For some reason, that made him flinch.

“Okay. I’m just tired of only hanging out with your friends. Don’t get me wrong, Onika’s great, but it’d be nice if I had some friends of my own.”

Belle slapped herself in the forehead. “Ohhhhhh, duh! How could I be so delightfully naive? Yeah, you should make some friends! I can help you! I’ll give you tips!”

“You’re weirdly enthusiastic about this,” he said, picking himself up. He grimaced at the sticky patch that his shirt had received from lying on the table. “Thanks, though. Twins?”

Belle beamed and fist-bumped him. “Twins!”

The bell chose that moment to ring, and the room was filled with clattering as people scrambled from their seats. “Oh, heck-a-poo, we’re gonna be late for gym class!” Belle babbled, jumping up.

“Maybe later we’ll figure out some Halloween plans?” Dipper asked, after they’d emptied their trays and were heading out of the room. “If I’ve got new friends by then, we can -”

He was cut off by a carton of milk colliding with his face and exploding. He stumbled, eyes closed and sputtering, and Belle gasped.

“Hah, nerd!” chortled a voice in the crowd of people streaming from the room.

“Are you alright?” Belle asked, pulling him aside. At that moment, the bell rang again, and Dipper’s eyes sprang open in panic.

“Crap, we’re going to be tardy!” he yelped. He grabbed Belle’s arm and ran down the hall to his locker.

“Bro-bro, you’ve got milk on your face.”

“It’s fine! I’ll clean it off in the locker room! If I could only find my gym clothes… argh!” He rummaged through his locker, pulling notebooks and binders out and tossing them aside. “Crap, crap, crap, where are they? I’ll get in trouble if I don’t have them!” He slammed the door shut, and slid down the face of it until he reached the floor.

“It’ll be alright, we’ll just tell Mr. Plinker that you left them at home…”

“No, you don’t understand! This always happens!” His fists were clenched and his face was starting to turn red. “Someone stole them, I know it!”

“What? This always happens?”

“Yeah, some jerks are always stealing my gym clothes and hiding them in toilets, the dumpster, whatever!”

“I, uh…” Belle started to feel like her mind was caught in a taffy puller. “Always? Even… last week?”

“Yes, always, since the start of the year! I’m sick of it, it’s so stupid! I wish I just magically knew where everything was without looking for it!”

He slammed his fist into the locker next to him, and the sound rang abnormally loudly through the suddenly empty hall. Belle opened her mouth to respond, but faltered when she noticed the goop on his face, the icky lumps of dairy left behind as the milk he had been splashed with mysteriously curdled on his skin.

She bit back a gasp -- this didn’t have to be a demonic powers thing, he might have just assumed that the milk was spoiled in the carton, or maybe he hadn’t even noticed because of how angry he was. Now wasn’t the time for her to be planning her next lie (and oh how she wished that wasn’t something she was seriously setting aside time for now). She grabbed his arm and helped him to his feet. He grumbled some fashion of thanks, and she walked him over to the boys bathroom so he could wash his face off. She offered to go in with him, but for some reason he wasn’t quite comfortable with that.

So, she was left waiting for him in the hall (she was already late for gym class, so she might as well be as late as him), and it was there that the soup of unwanted thoughts in her head started to curdle too. He’d said that people had been stealing his gym clothes since the beginning of the year, which meant that it’d been happening even when he knew he was Alcor. He definitely could’ve gotten them to stop with his powers, so he must’ve been letting it happen.

But why? Was it because he didn’t want to blow his cover and reveal his true nature? Or… did he actually like being bullied, because it felt like the other students were treating him just like any other teenager? But Dipper without his memories was clearly really upset at being bullied, just like he had been before Gravity Falls. And that led Belle to the thought that she’d been stomping her foot down on more times than she’d like since this whole memories thing began: was Dipper actually happier with his memories than without?

She was still dwelling on it when he came out of the bathroom, face a little less red and all traces of milk gone. He grumbled some more at her, but she barely parsed it, so distracted she was by the way her mind was turning itself over and over again.

It’s okay to be protective of him, she thought, as they walked down the hall to the gymnasium.

It’s for his own good, she thought, as Mr. Plinker yelled at him for losing his gym clothes.

He’s happier not knowing, she thought, to block out the snickering when the two of them walked by a crowd of students on the bleachers.

I’m doing the right thing, she thought, and she felt worse and worse with every passing rationalization until she found herself wishing that this entire thing was just a bad dream from which she’d soon awake.

(AO3 link)

[the-outcast-in-the-back]

Perfectionist ( Brian May x Reader)

A/N: So I decided to write this little College Brian May fic because I had a very similar experience to this and also when I get back from Winter Break I have finals. So for anyone in the same perfectionist boat here is this.

Summary: The reader is really stressed out with one of her professors that doesn’t really do their job right. This leads to her wanting her paper to be perfect so that she can attempt to make a good grade on her final. Brian finds her frustrated and decides that she won’t take help willingly, so he comes up with a plan.

Warnings: Stress, swearing, mentions of testing anxiety, perfectionism, and Fluff!

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You let out another groan of annoyance. You had been trying to write this paper for hours, but for some reason you couldn’t. Your english professor had given you a paper to write about Shakespeare’s work. It wasn’t anything too difficult, just some analysis work. But the part that annoyed you the most was that she never really read the papers. For some people that was okay with them, but for you it was the most annoying thing in the world. You’re a perfectionist, you always had been.

You thought that teachers would actually care and want there jobs once you were in college but here you are again with people who probably didn’t really want to be teachers. The worst part was that you loved Shakespeare and understood it fine, but there was nothing useful you got on your rough draft. You found many mistakes that were marked by the professor that you had gotten right originally. There was also a peer edit session and no offense to your class, but you didn’t trust a single one of them to look at your paper. A girl the other week asked what alliteration was. How they made it this far in life you had not idea. You wanted to earn your grade, but it’s hard to do that when no one cares. To add to your stress finals were approaching fast and this was a unit that would appear on the final.

So you just sat in your dorm reading and re-reading everything completely lost wondering what you should and shouldn’t do. You were snapped back into reality when you heard a knock at your door. When you got up to open it you saw that it was Brian and you calmed down a bit. Finally someone who doesn’t get on your nerves. “ Hey (Y/N), I was wondering if you would want to come see us perform next week? “Smile” just got a slot at this new bar and I thought you’d like to come.” He asked sweetly.

He then noticed the large pile of papers and eraser shavings that were scattered over your desk. “ Tough class?” He asked. “ Kind of. It’s really complicated and a long, long story...” He tilted his head to the side causing a lot of movement from his curls. “ I’m sorry, yes I would love to see you guys perform next week. Also would you like to come in Brian?” You asked shaking yourself out of the stressful thoughts that currently were going through your head.

You gestured for him to come in and he sat down in one of your extra chairs. “ Where’s your flat mate?” He asked looking around the dorm noticing a very studious mess of your side and a clean untouched side of your flat mates. “ No idea. She’s a partier, sucks for her better for me. “ you explained. He smiled and laughed at your bluntness. “ So are you going to tell me this long story or what?” You explained all of your frustrations about the class to him. He sat there and listened something that was greatly appreciated. “ At this point I want to say just fuck it! I’m a biochemistry major! I can’t do it! I can memorize the periodic table and most compounds in the world, but write a barley edited paper? Nope!” He then scooted his chair closer and took your paper.

“Bri, what are doing?” You asked a little worried about how quiet he was. “ Reading your paper, Miss Periodical.” He replied jokingly. The two of you had an odd relationship. Both of you would sarcastically tease and joke around with each other. It was mostly innocent which was great for both of you but it did at times get borderline flirty. Brian was always sweet about it and usually apologized afterwards, but it didn’t ever truly bother either of you.You both just sat there in silence for a very long time, you didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

When he put your paper down he went over to your dresser asking “ When is this due?” Confused you replied “ In 2 days”. He started rummaging around the drawers which caused you to say “ You find anything interesting?” He then pulled out your pajamas and said “ Catch!” You caught the flying clothing and asked “ What the hell?” He only smiled and explained as he headed towards the door “ It’s late. You need to take a break. Get some sleep, actual sleep which means no reading.” He teased as you sarcastically scoffed.

“ Your going to need it, because tomorrow you and I are going to knock this out and get it done. How about eight o’clock in the morning?” You giggled a little and asked sarcastically “ Brian May, are you actually asking me out on a date?” As he left all he said was “ Maybe.” And closed the door. You were taken back and stood there eyes wide. There wasn’t that cute little Brian apology that usually followed. Which actually kinda scared you a little.

It was almost eight o’clock and you sat at your desk trying to organize it the best you could. You were already dressed and had makeup on, surprisingly you actually were able to get up and dressed. Usually you were the type of person who did not and could not get up really early. Finally as your watch went to eight you heard a knock on your door. Punctual like usual you say Brian in your door way holding a try of coffee in one hand and some bags in the other. “ Morning (Y/N), I’m impressed your actually up and completely looking like yourself this early.” You let him in saying “ Well, my finals, grades, and dignity hang in the balance so...” you trailed off and shrugged. Once he set his stuff down he held a coffee cup out to you saying “ Coffee, two for you, two for me and breakfast take away.” You giggles at his kind gesture “ Your a god Bri!” You said taking the coffee and a seat at your desk.

Brian then scooted his chair close to you so you were sitting side by side “ So when I was reading your paper last night-“ you interjected with “ Is it bad?” You were nervous you really don’t like other people reading unfinished work. “ No, not at all. There are just a few spelling and grammatical errors. Maybe you could reword a few things, but other than that it was really good.” He explained with a smile. He then continued with “ If anything we need to correct your professor. She really doesn’t know what she was reading. Did you see she said to capitalize a word that was already capitalized?” You laughed and exclaimed “ YES!” He then got out your food and then was ready to help you work.

“ Thank you.” You said as you started. He looked at you confused “ For what?” You took a deep breath and said “ Thank you for helping me with this. I don’t usually do my school work with other people. I usually dread it, and if I do share it it’s because I know it’s done and I know it’s exactly what the professor wants. I don’t like struggling, I don’t like showing people that from time to time I struggle.” You circled your finger around the rim of the cup embarrassed by what you were saying. Growing up you always did what everyone wanted exactly how they wanted it.

Brian then laid his hand on your forearm and rubbed his thumb slowly across it. “ (Y/N), (Y/N) look at me. It’s okay to need a little help and it’s okay to struggle. Do want to know something odd? I struggle with things too. Everyone does, it’s just easier for others to show it than it is for us. We’re perfectionist, you probably more so than I but that’s not bad. Being a perfectionist means that you have more determination to get things done and done right. You’re lucky because of it.” You smiled and teared up a bit at what he was saying. What did you do to get someone as smart and sweet as Brian? You both stared at each other for a while, but Brian spoke up after feeling like he was staring to long. He cleared his throat and said “ Alright let’s start with the introduction shall we?”

It was almost noon when the two of you finished your paper. It was in both of your opinions perfect and ready for when you needed to turn it in for class. Once you realized you finished you yell “ YES! It’s finally finished! Thank you so much Bri!” You then hugged each other and he replied “ No problem. “ As you hugged you realized things about Brian you never did before. How warm his body was, how comfortable it was to be wrapped in his arms, how good he smelt, things like that. When you two left the warm embrace you looked at your watched and noticed it was almost time for me to go to work. Brian looked at his watch as well and said “ Well, I have practice in a few minutes and you have work. We should both be going.” He grabbed his things to leave, but this weird thought in the back of your mind demanded you to ask “ Brian, can I ask you something?”

He turned around and gave you a nod indicating that you could. “ Last night during our usual banter, I asked you if this was a date and you answered maybe. Usually when we say flirty stuff like that one of us apologizes immediately, but you didn’t and just left. Why was that?” You felt awkward asking and he seemed uncomfortable and unsure how to answer. “ Tell you what, you turn in that paper and come see us perform. When you do you can come back stage and I’ll tell you why, deal?” You rolled your eyes and asked “ You’re going to make me wait that long?” He laughed and said “ Good things come to those who wait.” And then he left.

Today could not have gone any better you got an A on your paper and you knew that it was the real grade you earned, and “Smile” did an amazing job with this new location and crowd. You went back stage and immediately say Brian, his curly long hair is kinda hard to miss.

“ Brian!” You called out and you hurried over to him. “ I got an A on my paper! And now I’m confident that I’ll get an A on my final and you know me I’m not really confident about anything! So we did it!” You said excitedly. He then picked you up which was surprising. You never would’ve guessed he was really strong.

“ That’s amazing!” You guys turned in a circle before he put you down. “ I knew you could do it my little perfectionist!” Before you could do or say anything else he kissed you quickly. You were shocked and noticing this he said “ That’s your answer for the other night. I love you.” A small smile appeared on your lips, this was amazing that one of your best friends loved you and you loved him back. After the silence he was afraid he said something wrong and he started blushing. “ I’m sorry (Y/N) if I offended you but...” you then stopped him by saying “ You didn’t, I love you too.” He then asked “ You sure?” Then you decided to go back to teasing. “ Hmm, well come here.” You then both kissed again and you ran your hands through his soft, plush curly hair. He placed his hands on your back and drew you close. When you stopped and pressed your foreheads together you said “ Oh I’m sure.” The two of you laughed a little he then let out a happy sigh “ You’re perfect, without trying.”

[retphienix]

(Random) Game Recommendations

It’s a new year (or a few days prior as I type this and prepare it for new years) and completely unprompted here’s some game recommendations because I want to mention some games.

No rules really, just some random games I’ve either played for the blog or outside of the blog- heck- it’s not even all games I played this year and it’s definitely not games exclusively released this year.

The last one, for reference, was a little over a year ago on 7/29/2017 with this aiming for new years 2018 into 2019. Also I would change a few things about that due to Bamco not knowing how to stop themselves from ruining a game for microtransaction greedy money grabbing, but I digress.

Hamtaro Ham-Ham’s Unite! for the game boy color

This one is a game from my childhood that I’m so glad I completed through this blog.

If I were to sum it up I’d say it’s a game about learning hamster words and solving simple puzzles (usually making use of these words to interact with characters / the environment) to gather up Hamtaro’s friends for a meeting.

It’s too cute for its own good, it made me shout “THIS IS ON A GAME BOY COLOR” many many times because it looks too good in my opinion and is overflowing with adorable animations, and it’s just makes you feel good.

Ham-Ham’s Unite is a really relaxing and uplifting game, and it certainly left me in a better mood throughout my entire playthrough.

I hear Ham-Ham Heartbreak is even better, so I’ll be keeping that in mind the next time I want to revisit Hamtaro and friends.

Clickpocalypse 2 for android/iOS and apparently even in your browser (news to me)

Yes yes, an idle game. And one I haven’t played in months at that- but then again I haven’t played Hamtaro in a long time as well so I don’t see that as discrediting what I saw in it.

I, usually at least, just don’t enjoy phone games. Not for the bull crap “It’s not real games!” rhetoric, but because as time as gone on phone games have gone further and further from what makes a game good and instead have mostly become manipulative Skinner boxes. Even if they don’t SUCCESSFULLY drain your wallet, heck, even if they don’t have direct monetization and only use ads- they always seem to fail to balance the ‘game’ and the ‘greed’ and you’re left with no game.

You turn it on, play it for a little while, and then you realize you’re almost exclusively being used and you’re not actually getting anything out of the game.

This isn’t an incredible example of directly countering that mentality- it’s just one of a few games I’ve found in the previous years that successfully balance the other way for me at least. I’ll mention another arguably more successful- but inarguably more messy example for the next game.

The reason I mention Clickpocalypse 2 is because, well, it’s a good idle game that hit a very specific aesthetic and enjoyment for me. This is a VERY idle game, you did VERY little- you can’t even “click” to increase speed as the name might suggest. Your input is exclusively “Pick the party. Choose when to use potions or spell scrolls. Equip equipment (it’s simpler than that sounds, it auto lists the best found loot and you tap to equip). Tap to level up when you get the xp etc.

It’s really really hands off- but it felt great to me.

The aesthetic it lands on is classic RPG goodness and the party does as you’d expect, clearing out dungeons and grinding while you check in to equip and level them choosing what skills they learn.

It’s a game I enjoyed because it’s, well, a good idle game. It doesn’t bury you in “You should be tapping this non stop or else” gameplay. It carries enough enjoyable mental tricks like stronger gear and leveling up to make it fun, and the monetization is, well, the most optional thing I’ve seen in a long while.

I’ve played so many games that rely on ads and they all feel highly necessary. This has a similar idea- there are optional ads for buffs like double achievement points (used for permanent buffs across multiple adventures) or tempoary allies- and these are helpful as heck, but man.

Because this is SUCH an idle game, they honestly feel like the most optional ads around. I watched plenty because I enjoyed the game and less because I felt like I needed them in any way.

But there’s not much to say that would convince someone this is a great game. I just think it’s a good idle game for messing around on your phone. It gave me that feeling of watching a friend grind through an old FF game- a very specific feeling, but that’s what I got out of it. A chill idle with a nostalgic feel and the balance of “game” vs “phone bull crap” was tilted heavily towards the game side for me.

Buriedbornes for android

Lord that image is larger than I planned for, my mistake.

Buriedbornes was nothing but a surprise to me. I’ve played a few games I enjoyed on the phone in recent times. Idle Apocalypse and Clickpocalpyse 2 being high up there (not sure how Idle is now, but pre-beta was alright). Even fell into Dokkan for a little while. But this?

I downloaded this because I thought “Oh my god it’s trying to pretend it’s dark souls or bloodborne, what on earth is this.”

And you know what it is?

A REALLY good roguelike with traditional turn based combat!

Like a REALLY good one. It has that feature I adore in good roguelikes where things can seem impossibly difficult, but then you get a couple good drops, you tweak your character to emphasize a certain playstyle, and BOOM! You just beat the entire game in one run deep into the endless mode on a character that seems unkillable due to strategies you built from the drops you found.

And it has the foresight to tell you at a certain point “Score stops at this point so you’re just playing to collect things in your beastiary of items so you might as well stop” along with ways to end a run, though my preferred way to end a god run is to keep making deals with various demons until I end up with a curse that is guaranteed to kill me on the next boss that way I feel like I gambled to death.

Look, I know the last game might have seemed a little floaty on merits, but try this game.

It’s simply fantastic. Dive in, die, dive in, die, and then stumble onto a perma stun build or an infinite shield build or a barrier regen build- you can stumble unto so many unique ways to play and I honestly had a lot of fun breaking and being broken by this title.

Wasteland 2 for PS4/Xbone/PC/Switch

Let’s get away from phone games and handhelds in general.

Wasteland 2 is a game I was looking forward to ages before release. I remember stumbling across news of it being kickstarted or something similar- and bookmarking it for future reference and promptly forgot until I saw it in stores and started berating myself for not getting it at release.

Now it took me a long while to get around to Wasteland 2; Long enough to hear from some that it wasn’t as good as they wanted and others that it was too complicated. Long enough to build doubts.

But my god.

This is a game that I highly recommend you come in with a quick start guide of some sort. Seriously. No it’s not impossible or anything- and I’m sure fans of the original will scoff at me for saying as much- but no, really. It’s “Fallout before Fallout” except now it’s well after Fallout (obviously) releasing in 2014, and it takes that oldschool complexity seriously.

Mostly.

Basically, just read up a quickstart guide, I found a wonderful one for my purposes (pretty sure that’s the exact one I used) because character creation at the start pretty much dictates what your first impressions are gonna be- ranging from “Oh, okay, this is pretty neat, I’m hyped to dive into this” to “OH MY GOD THIS IS TERRIBLE AND EVERYONE SUCKS AT EVERYTHING AND I’M NOT A FAN”.

If your reaction is the latter, I recommend restarting and fiddling with your team composition. You can play however you like- but this is a game that kind of expects your first run to be “mostly diverse” before you attempt a less specialized team in the future.

Enough of that. Wasteland 2 is a newschool fallout game. That’s what you need to know. It’s got a ton of post apocalyptic fun, plenty of moral moments ranging in quality from “Oh heck that’s good” to “.... not good enough” but there’s a lot more good than bad.

The first half of the game is simply better put together than the second half, to be honest, due to budget and deadlines or some other dev level nonsense, but that doesn’t make the rest of the game throwaway- it just sorta simplifies towards the end and then culminates in a massive boss encounter, which isn’t terrible by any means.

Combat’s great if you enjoy oldschool fallout and want some nice squad x-com style battles. Death is scary (very scary). And, heck I don’t know, it’s just a fantastic fallout game. Like a REALLY fantastic fallout game.

I made characters I grew attached to and it felt so natural to do as much because (thanks to the quickstart guide) my team was VERY diverse so I began to associate each of them with their skills and the playstyles those skills dictated.

Seriously, with a short read on what skills do what this is a fantastic game that I’m very glad I got to play through. Oh, and if you’re on console the text is stupid small- go into the options and change that. Also, don’t do what I did which made me sad to notice- don’t type up a large Bio for your characters (at least on console) because a bug prevents the Bio box from scrolling, meaning you will forever lose access to your long backstory ;-; Don’t do that.

Wario Land: Shake It! for the Wii

God I love this game. This goes up with Hamtaro as another feel good game and in a similar way it left me feeling in a much more optimistic and generally positive mood as I finished it.

I am a huge fan of the older Wario Land titles, the first one is one of my favorite games on the game boy- but I never really kept up with Wario until recent years. I didn’t play the later games, didn’t try his mini game compilations, and didn’t look at console releases at all until much later.

I heard of this game from a Wario marathon stream setup someone was doing years ago and took note only for one fact “It’s got good graphics”.

Like that was it. I saw this and went “Pretty” so I took note to get it later on.

I had no idea it’d end up being one of my favorite games, but here we are. This game hit like a truck with quality. You can easily coast through the game if you’re struggling with the harder challenges, but my god, there are SO many challenges hidden all around for treasures. The gameplay is FANTASTIC, the motion controls are SMART (come at me) and that aesthetic! MY GOD, that aesthetic! The entire game looks like a fox kids cartoon or something similar and I adore it.

This goes down as one of those games I’d recommend to just about anyone. You have a wii, find a way to play this. Truly, one of, if not my absolute favorite platformers of all time.

Well I’m dropping this a little early because I don’t mind being off season.

12/28/2018.

There are a metric ton of games I could talk about or recommend, but I had some oddballs I wanted to say and a couple feelgood games I wanted shown as well.

Quick bonus titles would be EDF 5 (a ton of quality of life changes and it’s EDF!!! SHOOT BUGS!), Play Yakuza you dinguses, if my whole emotional sputter and that whole side blog I made didn’t give a hint- Doki Doki Literature Club is worth a play, Dragon Warrior Monsters is the best pokemon game, The Fall was very interesting and enjoyable, Nioh is Bloodborne done right, and God Hand is great.

Have a great new year, everyone~

[imagine-by-susu]

Childhood Sweetheart

This was requested by @thefandomfairy567​ and I think I am not very pleased with result I don’t know. Hope you still like it. If not please tell me and I will rethink this whole thing.

Requests are open! List of Fandoms

Word Count: 2.368

Sorry for any grammer or spelling mistakes! English is not my first language.

GIF is not mine!

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Laughter of children were heard through the countryside as wooden swords were swung around and boots splashed water high into the air as little feet burst into big puddles on the ground.

It was unusual for the little Sherlock Holmes to laugh so freely in the presence of others. Especially towards other Children. Seeing as he and his older brother Mycroft are kind of special. With their high minds they were mostly bullied for, called freaks even.

But a little Girl at Sherlocks age seemed to not care what the others had to say. The little Girl was named (Y/N) (Y/L/N). A friendly little Girl full of energy. As her parents divorced a while ago she moved onto the countryside with her mother.

She hadn't found any friends. Being new and foreign was not very welcoming to others. But as little (Y/N) watched some kids pushing little Sherlock around she stood up to him and defending the boy. Since that day they were very close.

Mrs. Holmes was delighted to hear that Sherlock made a friend, Mr. Holmes welcoming the little Girl every time she stood in the doorway asking if Sherlock got time for her to play. Mycroft was…well he was Mycroft. He was not very friendly but not mean either. But (Y/N) loved Sherlocks family.

As Sherlock and (Y/N) attended the school for the first time nothing changed. Sherlock still got bullied for his brilliant mind while (Y/N) would call the bullies of and telling Sherlock that they're just big, jealous meanies. There were times even when (Y/N) would cry. She thought it was mean how the kids treated her friend just of his special way of thinking and speaking his mind directly.

Sherlock would never admit it, but he was thankful for his loyal and only friend. Without her he wouldn't know what he would do. Totally foreign to these feelings he felt when the little girl was around him would be pushed aside by his logical mind. This didn't stop in the middle school.

Bullies were Bullies but the young Holmes boy got used to it and ignored it completely while (Y/N) couldn't ignore these cruel jokes that got more and more mean by each passing day. But one day it got worse. Not with Sherlock but with (Y/N). As the bullies finally understood that Sherlock just didn't care they put their target on the (Y/H/C) girl. Calling her names, pushing her around. School went from bad to hell.

Every time (Y/N) showed up with a new scratch or a bruise Sherlock asked her who did this, but the girl just shook her head telling him it was okay. Finally, the boy got his peace he deserved, and she would do anything that this would never change again. So, the middle school went by with many tears and pain for the girl while Sherlock moved on with his live. Even when he knew exactly what his friend went through.

But the high school should change many things. Teenagers are very scary human beings with their high up hormones and all this weird stuff. Sherlock got bullied more often being the big nerd in the whole school while (Y/N) climbed up the rank. Puberty did her very good. Her (Y/H/S) Hair shone in a bright (Y/H/C) coulor, her (Y/S/C) skin was clear and soft and her smile was always bright as the sun. Her body was just the cherry on top.

Not just her looks were admired but her personality. Always on the bright side, smiling and being friendly to everybody who was nice to her. The typical sunny girl. That didn't stop her to be by Sherlock and he was secretly grateful for that. Even when this weird feeling got he felt since childhood crept up from his stomach he ignored it.

But one day after school, the bulling was at its highest till now, Sherlock went home alone. (Y/N) went on a so called 'date' with her new boyfriend. The dark haired boy slammed the door shut as he tried to swallow this big lump in his throat that was close to leave his body in a type of scream.

As the door slams shut Mrs. Holmes called from the kitchen. "Sherlock, dear. Is everything alright?" She could read her kids like an open book. What an intelligent woman she was. Walking out of the kitchen while she cleaned her hands with a towel, she eyed her youngest child with a frown.

"This is the problem, Mother!" he nearly shouted at her not meaning to sound to rough. But Mrs. Holmes didn't even flinch. "What's wrong Sherlock?" she asked placing her now dry hands to his cheeks to make him look at her.

That's when she saw small, almost invisible tears in his blue eyes. "I don't know, and I hate not knowing." He said in a low voice. "Is it because (Y/N) doesn't spend as much time with you anymore?" she asked carefully, and she got her answer as the boy in front of her flinched at the girl's name.

"That would be stupid." With that he grabbed his bag and went up the stairs to his room, ignoring his mother's called for him.

Time went by so fast as Sherlock now face the graduation day. His heart was beating fast because he knew it was probably the last chance he got. The last chance to tell his friend everything. Over the few months left in school he came to the conclusion that he may or may not had feeling for his childhood friend.

But he coverd it as good as humanly possible but with each passing say it was harder as he watched (Y/N) kissing her boyfriend, laughing with him and just had a good time with this guy. Sherlock didn't want to upset (Y/N) in anyway but he had to at least tell her today.

So as the director finished his boring speech and all the people started to leave the big hall, Sherlock went up to (Y/N) who was talking to her mother. "Hey (Y/N)" he said in his low voice that almost cracked as (Y/N) turned around with one of her big smiles. "Oh, Hey Sherlock. Congrats you're a step closer to be a consulting Detective." She said as she hugged him. His body went stiff for a bit but calmed down in an instant as he heard her say these words.

The only person who wouldn't laugh at his dreams and thoughts. "Thanks, Congrats to you, too. I am certain you will make a good nurse." He tried to smile but failed totally which made (Y/N) laugh her angel like laugh. "You remember. That makes me quite happy." Rubbing his neck, the boy looked down to the ground making his friend title her head a bit. "Is everything alright? You don't seem to be yourself today Sherly." She smirked as he cringed at her nickname for him.

"Don't call me that. And yes, I am fine. I just want to…" but he got interrupted as he was pushed aside with the words "Out of the way Freak." As (Y/N) boyfriend made his way to the girl and kissing her. Without any other word Sherlock turned around and walked out of their sight. Without saying any goodbyes to his friend.

 Never in his life had Sherlock imagined hearing her voice again. Seeing her beautiful face or smell her coconut shampoo every again. But as the words "Sherly?!" were said behind him he couldn't believe himself. He turned around and was greeted with (Y/N). She was a lot smaller than the last time they saw each other. Maybe it was because Sherlock had grown a lot in his last teen years. Her (Y/H/C) was still bright but was longer and pulled into a (Y/H/S). Her (Y/E/C) shone into his blue eyes with excitement.

"Oh my…It is indeed you. Sherlock Holmes." She said as she smiled even wider at him. "(Y/N)?" he asked quietly while his friend John just looked confused. "Heard a lot about you Mr. Holmes. Quite popular with the great mind of yours." She said as she pushed him a little. For the first time he was speechless. He was 99,99 % sure to never see her again but somehow, he got those 0,01 % chance to meet her again.

As they parted ways again (Y/N) gave Sherlock her phone number with the promise he should text her as soon as he got time otherwise she would find him. That made the man laugh a little and his friend, John, astonished.

And Sherlock indeed texted her. After he explained to John who the Girl was. "So, she is your childhood sweetheart? I can't believe that you, the great Sherlock Holmes, consulting Detective and highfunctioned Sociopath, got a childhood sweetheart." He teased with a big smile on his face making Sherlock frown.

"What makes you think she is my, as you out it, 'childhood sweetheart' ?" he asked but John looked at him shocked. "Now you're just playing dumb and this doesn't work. You are gonna tell her…"

"Tell who?" a voice came from the door. There she stood. (Y/N) with a bright smile on her face. "How…?" John wanted to ask but she shook her head. "Oh, it was easy to find the most successful detective of London. And the Landlady was so nice to let me in." she explained while John grabbed his coat saying he had something to do as he left leaving the old childhood friends alone.

None of them said a word for whole 5 minutes. "This more awkward than I would have thought it would be." (Y/N) said to break the heavy silence in the room. Sherlock looked up to her eying her. Analyzing everything he could get his eyes on in a matter of seconds.

"Please, Sherlock. I am your friend. You don't have to deduce me anymore." She laughed as she noticed his eyes went up and down her body. "You are not feeling good." He just stated in a cold tone. Slightly, the girl flinched at the coldness of his voice. "W..What?" "Something disturbs you. The big bags under your eyes are visible despite your offered to cover them with make up. Still doesn't suite you. You are very pale and by that I mean a very unhealthy pale." With that Sherlock got up from his chair and walked to the kitchen.

Minutes later they were sitting in the living room, both with a cup of tea in their hands as they caught up on the things that happened the past years they didn't see each other. As Sherlock talked about all those cases and how he met John, (Y/N) literally hung on his cupid bowed lips. As he ended with his stories (Y/N) snapped out of her deep thoughts. "Sherlock" she started making the man look up from his cup. "A few days ago, I visited my Mother on the countryside. Meeting your Mother, too." Sherlocks throat went dry at her words.

A little laugh escaped her lips. "I love you, too" she than said as she took a deep breath. Silence.

Sherlock blinked a few times trying to register her words into his mind. Besides that, he didn't move a muscle. Coughing to get rid of the awkward tension (Y/N) got up. "I should better leave." With that she got up and walked to the door grabbing her coat in the process, but strong hand stopped her before she could touch the door handle.

Confused she turned around but instead of facing Sherlock she met his lips in a kiss. Before she could react, the man pulled away and eyed her. "How long?" he asked making the woman look more confused than before. "Since when do you love me? And…why?" the last question made her laugh.

"Sherlock, I loved you for a long time now. You may seem to be a freak to most of the people. Cruel or Psychotic even but not for me. Since we met all those years ago you were there with me. Believed in me no matter how stupid my ideas were. You are special. Especially for me." She smiled at him while she said those words.

"This could have turned out much less difficult if I had known sooner." He said with the smallest of grins on his face. "Oh, I am so sorry that the great Sherlock Holmes couldn't figure out the simplest of things." (Y/N) laughed making Sherlock laugh, too.

 "I don't if should throw up or say that this is cute." A girl of the age of 15 told her mother as she ended the story. "Hey, you asked, and I gave you answer. At least I am helpful." The girl nodded at that. "Right. Father would just deny that any of that happened." (Y/N) laughed showing little wrinkles around her still shining (Y/E/C) eyes. "Why would I deny my Family?" a deep male voice echoed in the halls as the door slams shut. A man and a boy who seemed to look like twins despite the big age gape walked into the room.

"Where do you two have been?!" (Y/N) stood up crossing her arms and tapping her food impatiently. The boy grabbed a boy from his pocket. "For the best Mother in the World." Grabbing the boy from the boys hand she opened it reveling her favourit Chocolate. "Benedict Holmes you little Charmer." She said with a smile than she looked at her husband.

"I am sure of that, that my beautiful wife would be pleased if I told her that I reserved a table at her favourite restaurant." "Oh, and you Sherlock Holmes …You two went on a Case am I right?" (Y/N) sighed.

"It was Emily's idea to distract you. The chocolate and the restaurant were her ideas, too." He said matter of factly raising his hands as he watched his sister giving him a death glare behind her mothers back.

"See Mr. Holmes. You raised a Detective and Murderer. You must be proud." (Y/N) smiled as she watched her two kids fighting again. "Well, Mrs. Holmes. It always takes two don't you think?"

[polar-stars]

I think it’s no secret to anyone that my OTP is a rarepair, right?

But the fact that it is a rarepair is actually a huge reason, why I love it so much. 

You see, it was pretty much the first time for me that I entered a rather small fandom. Before, I was always part of fan communities where pretty much everything was a thing somewhere. So I just couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact no one seemed to ship my ship as I first checked out the fandom of SnS. 

And so I started to pay even more attention to the two and what actually was just a small, little, random thing made more and more sense. I explained the ship 100 times to my RL friends and 200 times to myself. To put it simply, my love and obsession just grew and grew and now...here we are.

But well. While I do know nowadays that there are people who ship them, it’s still a very overlooked ship and I wanted to try my best to explain it to the fandom now as well. 

So yeah:

A Ship Analysis (or at least a Try of it) for 

Zenji Marui x Yuki Yoshino

Please note:

1. My opinion. If you have different views, that’s alright okay? Please just leave me be.

2. English is not my native language and I apologize in advance for grammar and spelling mistakes. 

3. Spoilers for both Manga and Anime, of course. I will focus on both. 

4. I will refer to Marui with his first name here, simply because I am used to that. 

5. I am horrible in explaining. 

6. Looots of pictures. 

7. This might get updated in the future quite often *shrug*

1. Actual Explanation and Analysis 

Episode 5, everyone. 

Yep, this is the moment where I started to ship them. 

As I said, they weren’t immediately my OTP. 

It was just this scene and well, seeing Yuki’s energetic, but also demanding way, to wake Zenji up (even tough it doesn’t work) just left me: “Aw, that’s kinda cute. I kinda ship them.”

That’s the story. Very spectacular, I know.

But well. Zenji and Yuki as a pair could be classified as a “Nerd x Energetic Girl”-Type of ship. 

Okay, let’s honestly start now without my nonsense (will I ever be not stupid?)

Their personalities seem to match well and even complement each other fine. Also take a note of the fact, that they’re neither too similar but they’re also not too different. Something I, personally, find pretty important actually. 

Yuki is a curious and energetic girl with a positive mind. She’s always full of enthusiasm, would move mountains for the ones close to her and shouldn’t be underestimated, because she has a strong will.

A thing we want to focus on now is the fact that she is curious. It’s clear that other people’s business is very interesting to her and she does come across as a character who doesn’t likes not knowing what’s going on. 

Zenji is highly intelligent and knows a lot. Next to that he’s clearly able to share his knowledge. During Shokugekis his main role is to explain certain ingredients or techniques that might be unknown to the reader. 

In most cases, he does these explanation isolated from anything and rather for himself (or rather the reader). But sometimes, it’s done trough interactions with other characters. And it’s actually not rare that it’s Yuki who he explains things to.

(^ May doesn’t looks like “Explanation” but he does on the following pages)

It’s also not like this “Explaining”-Thing comes solely from Zenji. Yuki does emphasize it as well.

While this doesn’t happens in the Manga, in the Anime as soon as Soma has questions about the Elite Ten, Yuki immediately turns to Zenji and demands him to explain. While they do act a little like bickering childs in their introduction episode, this could also be simple teasing considering how he reacts:

But you could say, that she has some kind of trust in Zenji in being the best to explain Totsuki’s special things. 

(and actually the characters in Shokugeki no Soma rarely acknowledge Zenji’s intellect. So this is kind of a big deal)

Let’s move to something more significant and probably...their most iconic scene.

Well alright. The scene is execuded a little different than it appeared in the manga, so I will talk about this separately. 

1. Anime-Version

Here, she clearly demands it. 

As soon as Alice pulls out her Molecular Gastronomy utensils and Yuki realizes that she has no clue what Soma’s opponent is doing she, again, immediately turns to Zenji and wants him to explain this to her. 

The way how quickly she does it and how determined her expression is, she probably does has confidence in him knowing what’s going on. 

As he bitterly admits that he can’t explain Alice’s Molecular techniques, she does kind of scold him. But look at how she looks, before saying those “ Are those glasses just for show?!” lines.

She seems like trying to hide dumbfoundedness and maybe even a hint of desperation, which could mean that she firmly believes that if Zenji can’t explain it, no one else (except Alice herself of course) could. So again, she does have trust in him being able to elaborate things unknown to her. 

Also take a note of Zenji in this scene. He does look ashamed as he can’t elaborate. While Ryoko then backs away, as Yuki leans over to say her lines, Zenji remains in his state. It looks like he actually predicted this reaction of her’s and is just still bitter that he doesn’t knows what Alice is doing. 

2. Manga-Version

While in the Manga Yuki still kind of demands it, she does it a little more desperately; a bit like Zenji is her only hope to understand Alice’s ways. 

After he admits that this is out of his league, she doesn’t really scolds him. She is clearly shocked that Zenji could not explain. Clearly shown trough the “Ehhhhh?!”

Zenji’s “I’m ashamed” (which is cut out from the anime) and his expression hint that he might even be really sorry, for not being able to explain Molecular Gastronomy to Yuki. 

Zenji clearly likes to show off his knowledge, as it’s his greatest talent and he is good at it too. And well, Yuki does seem to like ask him stuff because of it. Probably because she likes learning new things and is just curious in general. 

Her questions are most likely also a great encouragement for Zenji. 

(And again, she is actually one of the few characters who acknowledge that he’s a very smart guy.)

And it’s not the only time, that she does encourage him.

Again, Yuki is quite upbeat and full of energy. She needs someone who is able to put up with that. Zenji is and he is even able to benefit for it, as clearly seen here. 

Time for an Anime-Only-Scene

Despite being extremely exhausted, Zenji does give in into playing cards as soon as Yuki excitedly asks what they should do. 

Makes it seems like, her upbeatness in this moment is the reason why he does get’s filled with at least a little bit of spirit again. 

I think this picture sums up a great deal. 

Zenji is a person that mostly follows his brain. Yuki rather follows her heart. 

Zenji can be rather pragmatic, while Yuki is full of passion. 

This creates a great balance. 

Zenji can bring a bit of reason and could advice Yuki with a lot things and a rather rational view on things. But he won’t ever hold her back too much (why, will follow next). Yuki on the other side, can bring Zenji to actually act and not overthink every little detail of a situation. She also brings a lot of fun into his organized, study-focused world. 

Now let’s talk about another aspect that creates this balance. The fact that they’re not too different. 

Something they do have in common is that they’re very expressive characters, who can be very easy to read sometimes. 

Especially compared to their respective best friends Shun Ibusaki and Ryoko Sakaki, they’re still rather immature and do have their childish moments.

Also they both like to complain. 

And are a lot alike when drunk. 

Small Collection of Zenji and Yuki reacting the same way to things:

They both have a fangirlish side (Yuki for luxury and Zenji for Culinary VIPs)

Great talent to be dramatic:

Drunk:

Aaaaand this:

Well that escalated quickly. 

But well. 

Having things in common is very very important in relationships, platonic or romantic. That goes without saying.

And well, I already said at the beginning that Zenji and Yuki do have similarities but also differences. 

This is also why Zenji’s logic won’t hold Yuki back too much, as he can be quite goofy sometimes as well. And I mean, he does always joins into the parties at some point. (What I basically want to say is: While Zenji is a lot more serious than Yuki is, she still can have fun with him)

This is also a lot about their expressiveness and that they can be quite easy to excite. This leaves them kind off on the same wavelength, who can complain together about a bad anime adaptation of an awesome manga. Or who can get all excited when being right in front of an alumni meeting or something. 

It’s honestly really hard to explain for me and I just pray you kind of got my point between my gibberish

Conclusion:

Again, great balance. 

That’s pretty much it. 

One rushes trough the door without much thinking and the other thinks too much without opening it. Together they complement each other.

Yuki’s curiosity get’s satisfied by Zenji’s intellect.

And Zenji’s spirit can be lifted by Yuki’s upbeatness. 

They probably do understand each other well, because they do have things in common and are able to have fun together. 

Altough, they do like to bicker sometimes

But I actually think that just comes from Yuki finding a certain enjoyment in teasing him, because it’s just very easy

2. Nothing off much relevance, just some little stuff, I wanted to throw in

2. 1. In Yuki’s first appearance in the manga, she wears that striped shirt with the cardigan. This also got adapted into the anime. But it actually doesn’t shows up again in the manga. 

Currently she is mostly always seen in this blue shirt (in general she wears a lot of Blue)

Zenji’s infamous shirt, which he always wears in casual scenes was coloured brown in the Anime. 

But guess what color it has in the Manga??

UPDATE

*sneezes* Actually. uhm.....San no Sara touched on that too 

2. 2. During the Breakfast Challenge, the anime showed both of them to be in Hall C

2.3 This is clearly worry: 

2.4 This also...kinda

2. 5. Lots of standing together. A few examples:

Really, just a few. 

2. 6.

Matching Couple Fans

2.7. 

Okay, this is probably me over exaggerating....But there is that one scene in Season 1, where Yuki starts screaming in agony after hearing that Megumi got expelled

This is Zenji’s reaction to it (btw, “Yuki, calm down” is said by Ryoko though, of course)

Again...It’s not all to spectacular...but

PEOPLE!

I could probably come up with more of such little things, but this will do at the moment

As I said, I might edit this a lot in the future. Maybe some scenes get added or the explanation goes further or I notice something new....yanno

I hope I could get my point across to you, tbh.

If you got to this part, thanks a lot for reading this mess. 

Really. 

Thank you.

[yuriplisetskysglove]

If Only Time Would Wait For Us

So... I was tired, and started watching Theory of Everything. Keyword: started. I couldn’t get past the first half of the movie because my heart couldn’t take it, I just couldn’t watch it alone. Instead, I had a terrible idea that will most likely get me killed by basically everyone in this fandom and I apologize in advance for the angst. Written on the spot, so I’m sorry if it’s a bit raw and sketchy. Please tell me if you find any grammar or spelling mistakes, and typos ! One-shot under the cut.

Summary: There is a place, made for all kinds of dreamers. A school for people who want to live through what they love. For people who do live through what they love. Yes, these people are believers. This is the story of a boy who kept dreaming until the very end. Otabek Altin is a third year music student at Raein University. He has everything an 18-year-old would dream of: great family and friends, a motorcycle, passion. Or so he thought, until he met him. Yuri Plisetsky is the adoptive brother of a Raein probationer. A second year, attending the arts degree course. He is everything an ordinary student would dream of being. Talented to no ends, beautiful, popular despite his snarky remarks. They find out how complementary they are, like souls calling on to each other from each side of a battlefield. A battlefield called Time.

Warning: Extremely angsty.

Raein University. The school of dreamers, of believers, of all people who hope to live through love. This is where Otabek Altin studies. He has been for the past two years, and he now is beginning his third. This place, that at first looked so big, too big maybe, now felt like home. And as soon as he entered the great iron gates, a warm feeling started spreading in his chest. He parked his motorcycle, and then headed for the gymnasium where the Entrance Ceremony was to be held. They still hadn’t opened the doors; and there were students everywhere, talking with old friends, or perhaps making new ones ? He didn’t know. What he did know however, was that he was looking for his very own group of friends. Amid the crowd, he got sight of a mass of red hair, and he almost had to force his way to his best friend, Mila Babicheva. He patted her shoulder, and the Russian lady turned around with a huge grin across her face.

‘Why, if it isn’t our little Otabek ! How have you been ?”

‘We’ve seen each other like, two days ago, Mila’, Otabek smiled.

‘Yeah well, if I want to be polite for once, why not let me be ?’

They started talking, just like they did everyday, about what songs they had been listening to during summer, about Mila’s last few compositions she had been posting on YouTube, about Otabek’s playlist for their next party - which was due to that very night -, about their classmates they were impatient to see again, about Mila’s girlfriend Sara and how much she loved her and missed her already... It was an ordinary day that felt extraordinary. And Otabek had a feeling it wouldn’t stop there. The rumbling of the doors against the ground interrupted them, and they joined the many, many students, to seat onto the ever-so-uncomfortable plastic chairs. Chairman Feltsman then started his usual welcoming speech, standing so tall on the already high stage. To be completely honest, neither Otabek nor Mila really listened to his words. They knew about school rules already - and had been joyfully breaking them for the past two years. They also knew their teachers, and they all looked as bored as the students.

‘Now, I would like you all to welcome Mr. Plushenko’s trainee for this year.’

A tall man stepped out of the teachers’ line, and you could hear people gasping and squealing everywhere in the room. He was handsome. Very handsome. Silver hair fell before his face; turquoise eyes shining brightly as his mouth curved into a heart-shaped smile.

‘Hello everyone’, he claimed in a loud, cheery voice. ‘I am Viktor Nikiforov ! Nice to meet you all ! This year, I’ll be working under Mr. Plushenko - hope you’ll treat me well ! I have plenty of ideas I’d like you to try, so I’m counting on you, music students !’

‘How old does he think we are’, Mila snorted. ‘Funny guy, though, I can totally see why Plushenko took him as a trainee. He’s every bit as extra as him.’

‘By the way, please be nice to my little brother too ! He’s right there - hey, Yurio ! You also have to be nice to your comrades, alright ?’

Everyone turned to follow the probationer’s gaze, up to a boy who had just stood up, looking like every inch of his body had turned into raw fury. He seemed frail, though. His blonde hair hid his right eye, while his left was a stunning, pale green. His cheeks had gotten red of anger - or was it embarrassment ? - as he started screaming at his older brother.

‘Shut the fuck up, Viktor ! How many times have I told you to mind your own goddamn business ?!’

‘Ooooh, it’s him’, Mila said pensively. ‘I had already spotted him earlier, but I thought he was a girl, he’s so skinny and cute. Totally your type, though. Watcha think, Otabek ?’

The man wasn’t even listening. He was too busy staring at the younger student. His first thought was that he looked very, very pale. But given the Nikiforov last name, he must be Russian. Maybe he was biased by Mila’s light tan.

‘Please forgive my Yuri’s rudeness’, Nikiforov laughed. ‘He’s into his rebellious teenage phase, but I can swear he’s actually really kind-hearted ! He loves cats and plushies and -’

His sentence was cut straight by an unknown rectangular object being thrown at him, and he dodged it swiftly as it went crashing into the wall just behind him. His frowned.

‘Yuratchka, is that the phone I bought you merely a month ago ?’

‘Of course not, stupid old man. It’s your piglet’s.’

‘Yuratchka, did you just throw my husband’s phone at me ? Nevermind, when did you even take it ?!’

‘Uh, like, two hours ago ? When we left ? And stop reminding everyone you’re married, it’s fucking gross.’

‘You were the one crying at the wedding, though.’

‘You fucking -’

‘Alright, I think it will be enough for today, Mr. Nikiforov, Plisetsky’, Chairman Feltsman yelled.

It took a few seconds for Otabek’s brain to register that Plisetsky was the boy’s last name. He wondered for a few seconds why both brothers didn’t share a name, but decided not to think about it for too long. It was none of his business, after all. As the excitement toned down a bit, Chairman Feltsman asked every homeroom teacher to call their students. Mila and Otabek were together again - it was to be expected - with their friend Jean-Jacques Leroy. The Canadian loudly shouted their names as he went to crush them into a hug. They hadn’t seen him for almost a month, as he had returned home with his girlfriend Isabella to see his younger siblings. Said girlfriend lightly waved at them from the arts students’ ranks, and she tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear before going to see Guang-Hong Ji and Kenjirou Minami.

‘Has any of you seen Leo ?’ JJ asked while looking over the crowd. ‘He did say he’d be late, but I don’t think anyone came into the gym during Feltsman’s speech ?’

‘Maybe he just waited outside, JJ’, Mila answered, shrugging.

Sure enough, Leo de la Iglesia was waiting for them, his back to the gym’s wall. When he spotted them, he took off his earphones, and sneakily joined the ranks trailing behind Plushenko and Nikiforov.

‘Hey guys’, he smiled.

‘You missed quite the commotion’, Otabek told him with a smirk. 

‘Yeah, all the girls in the arts section were talking about it. Handsome new kid and cute new teach ?’

‘Half right. Handsome new teach and cute new kid’, Mila chuckled. ‘By the way, the teach is Plushenko’s trainee.’

‘Seriously ? Damn, I hope he’s not as hard on us as Plushenko is...'

‘He looks rather cool’, JJ said. ‘And funny.’

‘Yup, definitely funny.’

As they all sat in Music Room no.01 - more like a music hall, really -, and Plushenko began his traditional start-of-the-year speech that no one ever listened to, Otabek couldn’t help but think about Yuri Plisetsky. He was intriguing him.

September passed by so quickly that it felt as though they had been sitting in that gym merely a week ago. Otabek was now buried underneath his music scores and studies notes, laying on the ground of Music Room no.02. Just as he was slowly drifting into a nap, he heard the door opening, and closing, then followed by the sound of a bag being dumped on the ground. He woke up, startled, thinking it might be a teacher, but it wasn’t. It was a blonde, petite boy, with a camera in his hands. He looked as surprised as Otabek was. The latter was the first to break the silence.

‘What are you doing here ?’ he asked softly.

‘... I have an assignment.’

‘And you wanted to take a picture of this music room ? Music Room no.01 is much prettier.’

‘I wanted to take that one. Also, it’s not merely about taking a picture. Now, if you could get outta here, thanks.’

Well, at least he was polite enough to say ‘thanks’. And he didn’t swear. Which sure was a form of progress, compared to the show he had given them at the Entrance Ceremony.

‘I kind of... Have to study here’, Otabek answered gently.

‘It won’t be long.’

‘Do you really need the room to be empty ?’

‘Do you really need me to kick your face, asshole ?’

So long for progress.

‘You’re not the only one who has to get assignments done.’

‘D’you need to get yours done in like, thirty minutes ?’

‘Twenty, actually.’

‘It can wait then, mine’s in ten.’

‘You just need to take a picture. I need to work on a score.’

‘I need to take a picture and fucking paint on it so now if you could just get the fuck outta that room and lemme -’

‘What is the commotion here ?!’

Mr. Plushenko had found them. Before any of the boys could say anything, he took them each by an ear, and threw them both into the corridor with all their stuff - mostly Otabek’s, but there was Yuri’s bag as well. They exchanged a look.

‘Well, now, I guess we’re both fucked for our assignments’, the blonde muttered.

And then, they burst out laughing, not really knowing why, and they were laughing almost maniacally in the middle of the school, teachers and students alike throwing them weirded out glances as they passed by. When they finally calmed down, they smiled at each other, and Otabek couldn’t help but chuckle. The boy was aggressive, swore like a sailor, but was weirdly endearing. 

‘Rooftop ?’ the music student proposed.

‘... What ? You want us to jump from there ?’

‘Of course not. But it’d be better than a busy corridor to walk on my score.’

‘Oh.’

‘And I thought you could come with me.’

‘That’s... Nice. But I’d rather not. Gonna get yelled at by the old hag if I don’t come back to the workshop with something at least somewhat decent.’

‘The old hag...? Are you talking about Mrs. Baranovskaya ?!’

‘Who else ?’

As they talked, they got up, and soon enough they were strolling together through the entire floor, purposefully or not taking the long way to reach each of their respective destinations. They stopped before the Arts Studio no.09, and as soon as Mrs. Baranovskaya saw Yuri through the glass door, she scowled.

‘Well’, the blonde sighed. ‘Imma get roasted. See you.’

‘Will I ?’

The younger boy stopped to look at Otabek. Then, a shy smile took shape on his lips.

‘What’s your name ?’

‘Otabek Altin. Music course, third year.’

‘Yuri Plisetsky. Second year.’

And then, he went into the room.

‘Soooo. Heard you talked with the Plisexy boy.’

‘Plisetsky. And you’re drunk, Mila.’

‘But you did talk to him, you swift playboy…’

‘Who even told you that ?’

‘Well, Isabella, you dummy. Do we know other people from the arts course ?’

‘We do. Guang-Hong and Kenjirou.’

‘Awwww, riiiight. Them.’

‘Mila, Guang-Hong is Leo’s boyfriend, don’t act like you don’t know him.’

Indeed, Guang-Hong was on the dancefloor with Leo, and they were both dancing to I Love Rock’n’Roll before a squealing Kenjirou, who had been rooting for them for years. Besides him, his classmate Isabella was sitting on JJ’s lap, and they were having a drinking contest, judging by the vodka shots lined up before them. Not too far from them, their former classmates Phichit and Seung-Gil were talking with Georgi and his new girlfriend, Judith. Otabek pensively stared at them all.

‘Why didn’t you invite him ?’

Apparently, a drunk Mila was sharper than a sober Mila, because she had just voiced his thoughts. He could still hear his laugh from earlier ringing in his ears. For some reason, he really wished the blonde was there with them, enjoying a crazy night of music and dancing and drinking… Maybe he was too young to drink. How old was he ? What kind of music did he like ? Was dancing something he deemed ‘at least somewhat decent’ for him ?

‘Okay, Otabek, you clearly wanna invite the guy. Gimme his number, I’ll call him for ya.’

‘I… Don’t have his number, Mila. It’s been like, seven hours since we had that talk and it was nothing.’

‘Isabella didn’t say it was, lmao.’

‘Why would you say ‘lmao’ in a verbal conversation, Mila ?’

‘Am drunk, ya said it yourself dummy. Anyway. Isabella said it wasn’t nothing.’

‘Isabella was mistaken.’

‘Well see, the thing is, the boy got owned by Baranovskaya…’

‘And ?’

‘And to punish him she had him pose as their dynamic model for the rest of the day…’

‘Ouch.’

‘Yup. And the boy was soooo flustered he couldn’t stand straight and he kinda collapsed, face red and stuff, and then he got right up and told Baranovskaya he couldn’t do it !’

‘Mila, I don’t think that’s because we exchanged like, two words.’

‘Stop lying dude, the whole goddamn university knows you’ve been laughing your asses off just before Music Room no.02 after Plushenko kicked you outta there. What was he doin’ there anyway ?’

‘He wanted to take a picture for -’

‘Damn, he’s sure going fast, wanting to take a picture of ya nappin’ so early on ! Hey guys, guess what ?!’ she suddenly shouted.

Otabek didn’t even have the time to see his life flash before his eyes. The next second, Mila Babicheva was cheerfully destroying all kinds of dignity he had left and spreading rumors of him dating Yuri Plisetsky. The worst part ? He actually liked the idea.

He took that back. That wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was how, the following day, everyone kept asking him if what Mila and JJ had posted on all of their social media was true. Otabek hated SNS and there was a reason for that. At least, both his classmates had apologized - but he wasn’t the one they should have been apologizing to first and foremost, per se. That’s why he took them both to Arts Studio no.09, despite JJ’s whining about how the small blonde was scarier than Otabek himself. When they got there however, they found Mr. Nikiforov, talking with his brother. More like arguing, given their angry faces and the faint sound of their voices coming from the slightly opened door.

‘I… Think we should go’, JJ whispered as all three of them exchanged curious looks.

‘We should indeed’, Otabek agreed.

But Mila just had to crawl past the door, unnoticed, and crouched down so her ears were near the door. She gestured them to come and eavesdrop with her, but both frowned, and she rolled her eyes before going back to listening. It only took a short while for her eyes to widen, and she let out a faint gasp. JJ and Otabek immediately hid in the corner, and Mila scrambled to her feet. But Mr. Nikiforov and his brother were faster than her.

‘Oh, eavesdropping I see ?’ Nikiforov smiled.

But it wasn’t the heart-shaped smile he had gotten them used to. It was a cold, angry smile that quite literally screamed of disgust.

‘Um, hello, Mr. Niki-’

‘Come in, Mila.’

‘Sir, I -’

‘Don’t say you didn’t mean to while you did. Yuri, I’m not done yet, but I believe we will have to pursue this conversation back home.’

‘Yeah right, a ‘conversation’. People actually listen to each other during a conversation, Viktor.’

‘Yuri.’

Blue eyes met green ones, and the blonde lowered his head like a child being scolded. The older man went into the studio with Mila who, as soon as he had closed the door, started apologizing profusely. Yuri simply walked to the corner past JJ and Otabek, but stopped in the middle of the corridor.

‘Next time you wanna spy on us, send someone more discreet, Altin.’

Otabek’s brain hadn’t even registered the boy’s words that he had disappeared to another floor. JJ and him exchanged a confused look, and they didn’t talk at all while waiting for Mila. Silences usually weren’t too disturbing to them; but this time, there was a feeling of uneasiness crawling under Otabek’s skin. What was that boy thinking…? Suddenly, Mila burst out of the studio, looking furious.

‘Where did he go’, she shouted. ‘Where did that goddamn kid go ?!’

‘Mila’, Nikiforov quietly said as he followed her down the hall. ‘Remember. I don’t want anyone else to know about that. It is his own choice.’

‘He’s crazy.’

‘I think he might be as well, but he won’t listen, no matter what you tell him. Now, I thank you for your concern, but I’d like you to forget everything about these conversations.’

‘I can’t.’

‘Let me correct myself. You have to forget everything about these conversations.’

‘But -’

‘And if everyone else knows about this, I will know this is your doing. So I ask you, Mila, to spare the both - no, the three of us any trouble and stay out of this.’

‘... Alright.’

‘Good. I’ll see you later in class, then.’

The silver-haired man then went in the opposite direction. He seemingly hadn’t noticed JJ and Otabek. The former tilted his head at Mila, who only shook her head.

‘You heard him. I’m not telling the both of you. Sorry.’

‘Don’t worry about it’, they both said.

The rest of the day went almost too normally. Mr. Nikiforov was back to his cheery and joyous self. He had brought a record of his own favorite song, named In Regards to Love.

‘So, Mr. Plushenko told me you had studied the art of arranging a same piece in different ways, right ? Today, I want us to dive deeper into that subject. I will now make you listen to two arrangements of this song. The first one is named Agape. I would like you to guess what the song is about, without translating the lyrics of course.’

The high-pitched, soft and pure voice of a child then echoed in the classroom, and Otabek felt like the notes were taking him elsewhere. A place no one could have ever even thought of reaching. He had no words to describe his awe as he stared at the white wall just in front of him, listening, his fingers slightly waving with the melody as he always did when he was listening to music. He could picture a figure, graciously dancing through the notes. And then, just like that, the song was finished. It was like he had brutally crashed onto the ground after taking flight.

‘This second arrangement’s name is Eros.’

Guitar and castanets, and a fiery rhythm that seeked to take the audience away with its thirst for adventure. The final destination wasn’t clear, but it didn’t matter. What was important was the journey the music was taking them on. He unconsciously started tapping on his desk, and the beat suddenly went faster and faster, and then it calmed down before going to yet another peak. The figure that had been weaving through the score was now jumping from a line to another, and when the last note rang in his ears, he could see the small silhouette falling onto its knees, having finally reached its goal. Not a single student could say a single word about it. They were awestruck. Granted, they had listened their fair share of good music, but this was… Different. And they could all feel it. The bell rang, and Mr. Nikiforov asked them to write an analysis of those two arrangements for the following week. The students were too impressed to complain.

The next time he met Yuri was in a restaurant. He wasn’t expecting the blonde to work as a waiter during weekends. It just seemed off to him, for some reason.

‘Altin’, he greeted him.

He apparently hadn’t forgiven Mila’s eavesdropping yet, and it sounded like he still believed Otabek had sent her. This was his chance to make things right between them.

‘Hey, Plisetsky.’

‘Whattaya want ?’

‘I wanted to apologize, actua -’

‘I wasn’t talking about that. I was asking you what you want to drink.’

‘Oh.’

‘My service’s over in half an hour.’

‘Right. Um… Just a bottle of AriZona. Green tea and honey.’

‘Coming.’

The music student did get his bottle, along with a suspicious look on the blonde’s part. Half an hour later, he was sitting on a bench in a nearby park, legs crossed. He hadn’t opened his bottle at all.

‘So’, Yuri started. ‘You said you wanted to apologize.’

‘Uh… Yeah. For those posts and Mia.’

‘Posts ? Oh, you mean, SNS stuff ? I read it, yeah. Didn’t know I was dating you.’

‘I didn’t know that either.’

They both chuckled, and Otabek felt a little better. He was afraid those dumb posts would ruin the beginning of friendship he had created with the blonde.

‘As for your real girlfrien -’

‘She’s not.’

‘She’s not ?’

‘Nope. She has a girlfriend herself, see.’

‘Oh.’

‘And, what about her ?’

‘Yeah well, Viktor told me he was a bit… Harsh on her. He was still angry after our talk and took it all out on her so… I’m the one who should be apologizing about it. Though I still think Viktor was wrong.’

‘What were you two arguing about ?’ Otabek couldn’t help but ask.

A pair of pale green eyes stared at him, and he felt his heart beating faster. He had beautiful eyes. Eyes he would never forget for sure.

‘She didn’t tell you…?’

‘After Mr. Nikiforov scolded her, she didn’t want to. Said it was your own problem.’

‘... That’s pretty cool of her. For an eavesdropper, I mean.’

The younger boy laid back a second, looking at the sky. He then got up, took Otabek’s bottle from his hands, and drank half of it in one go. And all the other man could do was stare.

‘She’s right. It’s my own problem, and that’s why Viktor shouldn’t be meddling with it either.’

‘Is it… Serious ?’

The blonde merely smirked.

‘Yeah, you could say that, I guess.’

He smiled, and all of a sudden, the notes of Welcome to the Madness - a song Otabek himself really liked - started playing. Yuri took his phone out of his pocket.

‘Hey, Katsudon. … Yeah, I know, coming home right away if the other old man isn’t there. … Whattaya mean he - oh fuck I told him not to… Ugh. Yeah I know you must have. Okay. I’ll see you there, then.’

He hung up, and turned to Otabek.

‘Gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow at school. If... That’s okay with you, I mean.’

‘Why wouldn’t it ?’

He stretched his hand at the arts student.

‘Are you going to become my friend or not ?’

The blonde chuckled, and shook it.

‘Yeah, I think I am. Oh, by the way, give me your number. It’ll be easier than strolling around the whole goddamn campus to find you.’

‘I’m usually napping in Music Room no.02.’

‘Well yeah, except I have classes at noon.’

‘I’m not only napping at noon.’

They laughed, and then Yuri ran to catch his bus. Otabek wondered for a second where he was going. Line 42 had only four stops left before terminus. The hospital ?

The following months felt a bit like a dream. It had become a habit for them to meet on the rooftop at noon. Yuri was always the first one up there; Otabek didn’t understand how he could do that, though. His timetable was much crueler than his, and yet the blonde still had time to run off to buy some food for the both of them - Otabek was a bit low on his allowance and had no part-time job to make up for it - and climb all the way up to the roof. There, they usually sat and looked at all the other students in the courtyard, or the teachers running one after another to exchange info and such. They would create stories for each person of the school, from the cleaning lady to Chairman Feltsman. Otabek would put on some music - it turned out they had quite similar tastes, so the older man was extremely proud to introduce his friend to new bands - and Yuri would show him all the pretty pictures he had taken with his phone. Most of them were of his cat Potya, whom he loved more than his brother it seemed; others were of his own paintings and drawings.

‘Why are you laughing, Beka ?’ Yuri scolded when he showed him his most recent drawing.

‘I love looking at your art.’

‘Don’t laugh at me, street boy.’

‘I’m not mocking you, I’m serious. Who would expect the ever-so-aggressive Yuri Plisetsky to paint over three hundred pictures of his cat ?’

‘Potya is a great model, I’ll have you know.’

‘Yura, you live with one of the most handsome men the world has known.’

‘Says who ? A blind old hag ?’

‘Did you just call Mila a blind old hag ?’

‘Yeah, well she is old and she’s a hag so I guess I almost got it right.’

‘Does that mean I’m old ?’

‘Kinda, but at least you’re not a hag.’

‘You do know we’re only two years older, right ? Don’t get all cocky because you skipped a grade, Mr. Teen Genius Plisetsky.’

The blonde rolled his eyes, and then proceeded to lay his head onto Otabek’s lap, who immediately felt his cheeks burn.

‘What do you think you’re doing’, he muttered.

‘Why, getting cocky, of course. Since I’m Mr. Teen Genius Plisetsky. Also, I needed a pillow.’

‘You could have used your bag.’

‘I wanted to use you. Clear enough ?’

‘... Yeah.’

As Yuri was scrolling through his Instagram, Otabek absent-mindedly started playing with his soft hair. He was half expecting Yuri to snap at him, or to purr, but his friend did neither and instead sighed and shrugged.

‘Beka.’

‘What is it ?’

‘I… There are some things about me you don’t know.’

This surprised him. He wasn’t used to Yuri being so serious in their time together. Like all friends do, he would sometimes write huge texts about his feelings, but he would never explain where those emotions were coming from. All Otabek knew was that Yuri and Viktor kept arguing over an issue that concerned Yuri alone; and there also was something about a promise Viktor had made and never kept.

‘There are indeed, Yura.’

‘And you’re okay with that ?’

The dark-haired man had to think about it for a moment.

‘To be completely honest, no. I want to know what’s making you feel so angry towards everything. And why you’re always arguing with your brother. I… I want to know what’s hurting you so much, Yura.’

The blonde didn’t say a word. He had his back turned to Otabek, which made it impossible for him to guess how the younger boy was feeling.

‘... I can’t tell you about the arguments with Viktor. I can tell you about a few other things, though.’

‘Go ahead.’

‘I wasn’t really adopted by the Nikiforovs.’

‘You weren’t ?’

‘My guardian technically still is my Grandpa. But he’s getting old, and my parents don’t really have time to take care of me. So Viktor, who’s… My childhood friend, offered him to take me in. Grandpa didn’t want to, you see. He was worried. But I was, too. About him.’

‘Is that why you’re working part-time ?’

‘I’m paying his medicine, yeah. Can’t do much else. Also, his health isn’t that bad, he’s just a bit… Fragile, because of age. That’s all.’

‘Then, the money you use to pay me my meals…’

‘It’s okay. That’s just some bonus. Grandpa gets his share every month, don’t worry.’

‘I see. Please, go on if there are other things you’d like to tell me.’

For a few minutes, there was only silence. Otabek felt like Yuri was weighing his words, and he wondered what was making him so anxious. If only he knew… Then maybe, just maybe, he could do something about it. He would do anything to make this beautiful soldier feel better.

‘I…’

And then, Otabek felt them. Yuri’s tears, on his jeans. He was completely caught off-guard and stopped stroking his hair. He gently nudged him.

‘Yura. Turn your face to me.’

‘No.’

‘You’re crying.’

‘Wrong.’

‘Yura. Tell me. It’s okay. I’ll still love you no matter what.’

‘You won’t. Only three people ever did.’

‘Let me be the fourth.’

‘You’re gonna say I’m a freak and a liar.’

‘I’m gonna say I love that freak and that liar.’

‘You were supposed to say ‘I’m not gonna say you’re a freak and a liar’.’

‘But I didn’t, because I always surprise you and never say what you think I am going to say. Don’t you think I can do that again ?’

Silence, again. Yuri sat right up again with difficulty, and turned his tears stained face to Otabek. The dark-haired man simply used his own jacket’s sleeve to shed away the other boy’s tears, and gave him a smile, followed by a tight hug. His thumbs traced circles on the blonde’s back, who slowly started relaxing into his arms.

‘I’m trans’, Yuri ended up saying, his nose buried in his friend’s jacket.

Otabek simply hugged him tighter. They stayed like that for a few minutes, the music student still gently tracing circles onto Yuri’s back, and the blonde embracing him like his life depended on it.

‘You don’t think it’s weird ?’ Yuri finally sobbed.

‘I already had doubts, to be honest. You never agreed to go to the gym with JJ and me. At first, I thought it might just be because you didn’t like sports, but then you said you’d been ice-skating and doing ballet as a kid, so… I thought it ought to be something else.’

‘You could have just asked me. Would have made things easier.’

‘I didn’t want you to feel cornered if it turned out to be true.’

‘... What did I even do to deserve you, Otabek Altin.’

‘You were yourself.’

‘I don’t feel like it’s enough.’

‘I do.’

They still didn’t move. Even though their legs were starting to feel numb, even though the cold January winds were blowing right into their faces, even though the bell was ringing. They didn’t care. They only needed each other.

‘It’s not fair, though.’

‘What is ?’

‘That whole… Truth thing. There are things that I don’t know about you.’

‘What do you want to know ?’

‘Anything. As long as it’s personal.’

Maybe it was his chance to tell him. What if he didn’t feel the same ? He knew there was a possibility Yuri’s feelings were nothing like his. Maybe he was considering him his brother and friend. Otabek would respect that. He would accept it eventually. But what is he did reciprocate ? Then, what was to happen next…?

‘I’m in love with my best friend’, he simply said.

‘... Mila ? Or JJ ?’

‘Neither. Male best friend.’

‘Right. Neither of them then.’

‘He is way more beautiful than the both of them together.’

‘It’s not that complicated.’

‘He’s small. Always angry. But surprisingly soft.’

With each of his words, he could feel Yuri’s body getting more and more tense into his arms, as though he was already guessing his next words. Well, he may have had already. He was a clever young man, after all.

‘I’m sure you two would make a great couple’, he whispered.

His heart stopped. Would.

‘You would if… If he was someone who could make you happy. And I know for a fact he’s not.’

‘What do you mean… Yura ?’

But Yuri had gotten up. He smiled at him, and Otabek had to close his eyes. It wasn’t his pure, innocent smile he loved. It was a sad smile that screamed of melancholy.

‘You know… I don’t have much time before my body… changes.’

‘... Are you talking about -’

‘If only… If only time would wait for us. Then… Then I’d date you, Beka. I would give you all the happiness I would find in the world. Put it into a bottle of painted glass, and let you open it and drink a single drop from it every time you feel down. I would do that, Beka. I would listen to you composing and playing and singing, and you would look at my drawings and paintings. I would love you. I think I already do. But time never waits. Time forgets. So, I want you to forget, too.’

And just like that, he was gone.

It had been two weeks since Yuri had stopped coming to school. Otabek had been texting him relentlessly. He had replied, once. ‘Sorry.’, he had said. No one except him seemed fazed by the blonde’s sudden disappearance. Even the teachers sounded like everything was normal. He knew it wasn’t. Something was painfully wrong with that. That was the reason why he was standing in front of the faculty office door. Hesitating. He hadn’t talked to Mr. Nikiforov at all for the last three weeks. They both had been skipping class.

‘Altin ?’

Otabek turned around to face Mrs. Baranovskaya, accompanied by none other than Chairman Feltsman. He respectfully greeted the both of them.

‘Are you looking for someone, perhaps ?’

‘Mr. Nikiforov, actually.’

‘I believe he is not here today. I haven’t seen him for quite a while.’

‘He’s ill’, Chairman Feltsman calmly said.

Too calmly. When Otabek got back to his room, there was one thing he knew. It was that Viktor Nikiforov wasn’t ill, and that his absence and Yuri’s disappearance were linked.

Maybe he had drawn his conclusion too soon. Mr. Nikiforov came back the following day, as cheery and funny as always. He was even a little more extra than usual, as if something really good had happened to him. He didn’t seem disturbed at all by the fact that his brother was missing. At the end of the class, Otabek ran up straight to him.

‘Mr. Nikiforov.’

‘Oh, Otabek ! Can I help you with something ?’

‘Is Yuri okay ?’

‘Yuuri ? Yes, he is, but when have I ever told you about him ?’

‘... Huh ?’

‘I mean, I know I have been up in the clouds ever since our wedding, but -’

‘I wasn’t talking about your husband Yuuri, sir’, Otabek muttered. ‘I was talking about your younger brother. Yuri Plisetsky.’

Mr. Nikiforov’s expression didn’t change at all.

‘Who are you talking about ?’

It felt like he was falling into an abyss that had suddenly opened underneath his feet. He was being swallowed by doubt, fear, hatred. Who was he talking about…? Who else would he be talking about ?

‘I know I’m Russian, and that Plisetsky name sounds Russian as well, but not all Russians know each other you know ! Oh, sorry Otabek, I’m going to be late for my next class - Mr. Plushenko will kill me if I am, and I’d rather avoid that, you know. Well, see you tomorrow !’

He then ran off through the corridor, leaving a paralyzed Otabek on the spot. He didn’t know. He didn’t know who Yuri Plisetsky was. Had Otabek dreamed him up…? No. A single glance at his phone’s lockscreen - a picture of a blonde, smiling boy with a fluffy siberian cat in his arms - indicated him he hadn’t been dreaming. Then why was everyone acting like he never existed ? He had to know. He had to know why. Why was Viktor Nikiforov, of all people, pretending he had never existed ? And, just like that, he started conceiving a plan.

Otabek had to check for the fifth time if he hadn’t mistyped the address on his phone. But he apparently hadn’t. Earlier that week - it had now been twenty-two days since Yuri had disappeared - he had asked Mr. Nikiforov to tutor him during weekends. They were supposed to start today; but the address he gave him was… A flower shop. Yuutopia Flowers, more specifically. He nevertheless entered the store. Maybe he should buy a bouquet for the Nikiforovs ?

‘Hello’, a young, bespectacled man said as he entered. ‘Are you looking for a composition in particular ?’

‘Huh ? Oh, uh… Hello. Not… Not really, I’m not very good at flower language. But, um… It’s for a newlywed couple. Well, no, they’ve been married for almost half a year now.’

‘... Are you perhaps looking for Viktor Katsuki-Nikiforov ?’

‘How do you -’

‘I’m Yuuri Katsuki-Nikiforov’, he chuckled as he stretched out his hand to shake his. ‘Nice to meet you… Otabek, was it ? Vitya told me you would come by. He’s tutoring you, right ?’

‘Oh, I’m… I’m sorry. Yeah, that’s right.’

‘What are you apologizing for ? Anyway… Vitya is out with our dog, he should be here in just a few minutes. Come on, I’ll show you to our apartment… Nishigori, Yuuko, I’m leaving the shop to you two !’

‘You got it, buddy !’ a smiling woman answered from the counter.

Yuuri took Otabek past a door that no one would ever notice if they didn’t know it was there. They climbed the tiny, narrow stairs, only to end up in a gigantic living room. It was extremely modern, styled with black, white and blue, and Otabek immediately recognized the place. Most of Yuri’s photos of Potya had been taken there.

‘You can sit here’, Yuuri smiled as he gestured to a table. ‘Do you need anything ?’

‘I… No, thank you.’

‘Alright. I’ll be in the shop if you need anything; don’t hesitate and ask, okay ?’

‘That’s very kind of you, thank you very much.’

As Yuuri was making his way downstairs, Otabek couldn’t help himself but call him back.

‘Mr. Katsuki-Nikiforov ?’

The bespectacled man’s face instantly popped back from the staircase.

‘Yes ?’

‘Do… Do you know… What happened to Yuri Plisetsky ?’

Yuuri’s expression darkened. He knew something. Maybe he wasn’t going to hide it like his husband did.

‘I… I am in no place to tell you about it. It is… It only concerns Yurio, and Vitya.’

‘... According to Yura himself, Mr. Nikiforov has nothing to do with it.’

‘He… Doesn’t, it’s true. But… I cannot be the one to talk to you about it. I think… I can convince Vitya to tell you, alright ? You both need to. I can’t stand seeing him suffer like that because of the unnecessary weight of secrets he’s put on his shoulders.’

‘I understand. Thank you very much, sir.’

‘Please call me Yuuri. You are Yurio’s friend, aren’t you ? Since you called him Yura. He doesn’t allow a lot of people to call him that, you know. You must be special to him… If you are to this boy, then you are to me as well.’

‘That’s… Thank you, Yuuri.’

‘No problem, Otabek.’

He went downstairs.

‘So, for our next project, I’d like you all to work with Mr. Giacometti’s arts class !’ Mr. Nikiforov said with his usual heart-shaped smile. ‘My husband Yuuri came up with that idea, and I think it’s absolutely brilliant ! We will be trying to understand each other’s definition of art - visual arts, and musical arts ! It’s very simple, actually. People of the music course will have to draw, or paint if you can, the music you like the most. People of the arts course on the other hand, will have to sing something they deem fitting to their favorite painting !’

‘Sir, I can’t even draw a potato without having it look like a spaceship’, Mila said.

‘Art isn’t always about similarity and beauty ! It is about passing through a strong, a poetic message ! Just like music does, for that matter. That’s why, I want you to understand that not only is music able to create new colors, but painting itself is able to create music !’

‘Sir’, Otabek finally asked. ‘Will you be participating as well ? Because I have a challenge for you.’

And a good one, at that. He and Yuuri had been working on this little project of theirs for the past week - Yuri had disappeared for a month now.

‘You do, uh ? Then I’ll take you on any time ! What is your little challenge ?’

‘I want you to paint In Regards to Love: Agape.’

‘You… What ? Now, that’s a peculiar request…’

‘When you first made us listen to this song in class, it felt… It was incredibly powerful. And I was wondering if you could change such musical power into a painting.’

‘Gods, you have exactly gotten the hang of the subject, Otabek ! Alright then, I’ll be painting Agape ! You have two weeks to prepare, so do it well ! I also want you to write a paper about your work. No cheating, if I hear any of you has been using one of the art students’ help, you’re disqualified ! By the way, the winner gets free tickets to Disneyland.’

The room collectively shouted ‘WHAT’, before students started gathering into smaller groups to discuss their projects. Naturally, Mr. Nikiforov approached Otabek, Mila and JJ’s group.

‘So, what song have you decided to paint ?’

‘Agape’, Otabek smirked. ‘I really like that song, and it would only be fair for me to use the same subject as yours for our little… challenge.’

He was provocating him. He had seen and heard Yuri do it so many times; and he now knew why Yuri always felt so satisfied whenever he made anyone angry. It just felt good to think he had power over someone. And that he’d soon squeeze the truth out of him. He was going to find Yuri, and no one would stop him. Not even time.

‘Indeed, Otabek. I can’t wait until we compare our productions ! What about you two, Mila, Jean-Jacques ?’

‘I think I’ll be painting one of my own compositions’, Mila said pensively. ‘What do you think, sir ? Is it powerful enough ?’

‘Anything is if you see it for what it is’, Mr. Nikiforov smiled. ‘Jean-Jacques ?’

‘I’m not quite sure… Still wondering if I should choose Partizan Hope or Sleeping at Last’s Saturn.’

‘Saturn, uh… You would have to paint time, and love. This song is really powerful and difficult, but… On the other hand, it could make for a great painting.’

‘I couldn’t help but ask, you to say it all again; I tried to write it down, but I could never find a pen…’, Otabek hummed. He had made Yuri listen to it, and he absolutely adored it.

‘I’d give anything to hear, you say it one more time; that the universe was made, just to be seen by my eyes....’, Mr. Nikiforov sang. ‘There is someone I once knew who really loved this song.’

He left their table, and Otabek’s confused gaze followed him. Someone he once knew ? Who loved ? Past tense. Could he be talking about Yuri ? Had something happened to him ? No, Yuuri would have told him if he was dead… He would, right ? Obviously he would. There was no point in freaking out. But he couldn’t help it. Yuri wasn’t dead. Then why past tense ? Something happened. He knew that much. He knew nothing else and it was slowly killing him. He didn’t even see JJ and Mila’s worried looks until the redhead slapped him.

‘Awake, now ?’ she growled.

‘... Mila. Why did you -’

‘To wake you up. And tell us just what the fuck is happening to you.’

‘You know perfectly well what’s happening. And none of you has even tried finding out the truth. You just kept it with the teachers’ little act.’

And then, realization hit him. That Mila knew why Viktor and Yuri had been arguing. She knew why Yuri had disappeared. He took her by an arm, and almost had to drag her to the corridor to talk.

‘Why were they arguing, that day ?’

‘Otabek, I promised I -’

‘Yuri’s disappeared. Mila, the boy I love has disappeared and you know why he did.’

‘I don’t -’

‘You do, you were ready to beat him up to get him to apologize to Viktor.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous, Otabek, I would never have beaten him up…’

‘Don’t change the topic.’

‘... I can’t, Otabek. This isn’t something I can tell you. I don’t have the right to.’

‘Because Mr. Nikiforov forbid you to do it ?’

‘Because it wouldn’t be right for me to.’

‘Mila, I swear that if you don’t tell me I will -’

‘Will what ? Go ahead, say it, you will what ?!’

He didn’t answer. She stormed back into the classroom. Otabek went the opposite way to get some water onto his face. What was he doing ? He had threatened his best friend. Her, of all people, who he’d been counting on for two years now. He had threatened her, and he suddenly realized he wasn’t controlling anything anymore. He was nothing but a mess of contradictory feelings.

Finally. The day of the exhibition.

Yuri had gone missing for a month and two weeks now. And today was the day Otabek would get his answers. He knew he would. Viktor would never be able to keep his mouth shut after seeing his painting. He had worked so hard on it; Yuuri even helped him - and Isabella too, although no one should know about that, otherwise, he would be disqualified. Winning these tickets didn’t sound bad at all. Once he’d have found Yuri, they’d go together. Maybe he’d finally tell him about that ‘time’ thing he had mentioned.

‘Welcome, everyone, to our very first Music and Art joint project ! I do hope you will enjoy it, because we sure did while singing those !’ Mr. Giacometti said in the microphone.

‘Well, everyone did their best, there is no reason for us not to enjoy all these beautiful productions !’ Mr. Nikiforov answered. ‘Now, shall we start with the music, or the art students ?’

‘The floor is yours, dear.’

‘My, how gentlemanly ! So, let’s see… First in alphabetical order would be… Altin, Otabek ! So, what song did you choose, why, and what have you painted ?’

The silver-haired man gave him the mic as Otabek climbed onto the stage. Behind him, JJ and Isabella were putting his painting on its easel.

‘The song I have chosen is… In Regards to Love: Agape. I… From the very moment I heard it, it felt special. Gracious and yet, powerful. Beautiful and enthralling, but nothing superficial. It goes far, far beyond that. And that’s why all I could imagine as I was listening was…’

He turned around, and walked to the easel before pulling on the white sheet covering the painting. Golden hair. Feathery white wings. Pale green eyes. It wasn’t perfect. It had many, many flaws. The colors were a bit dull on some crucial points and the lighting wasn’t exactly on point. But it was beautiful nevertheless. It took the whole audience’s breath away.

‘Yuri’, Mr. Nikiforov muttered.

He, for one, was mesmerized by the painting. He slowly walked to it. His fingers graced it surface, tracing the lines of a face he hadn’t seen in more than a month. A face he would most likely never see again. A tear rolled down his cheek. Another. The next thing Otabek Altin knew, was that Viktor Katsuki-Nikiforov was crying his heart out before his painting.

‘I can’t’, he sobbed as Mr. Giacometti was trying to comfort him. ‘I can’t. He can’t, Otabek. He can’t go like that.’

‘Go ? Where to ?’

‘Far. Very far away. A land we will all reach eventually. But it’s too soon, Otabek ! It’s too soon for him to go there ! He can’t, and I can’t, and I could do nothing. I could do nothing to even slow him down, he insisted to come everyday, to work everyday like a normal boy would, to have friends and fall in love… Because he did, you know. He did fall in love. He fell in love with life. And then with you. And all of a sudden he��’

‘Where is he, Mr. Nikiforov ? Where is he ?!’

‘The hospital. Room 112. Don’t go. It will only hurt you more.’

Otabek didn’t even hear him. The next minute, he was onto his motorcycle, driving under a blinding winter sun, as if the star was mocking him.

He was there. But not really there. Laying in a bed with white covers. His head tilted to the side. Completely unable to move. Only his green eyes were as bright as they used to be. Everything else was unrecognizable. His soft, golden hair now looked so thin and dull. His fair, smooth skin had gotten even paler - if it was possible. His already skinny limbs looked like the mere blowing of the wind could break him in half. Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis. How could he not have realized that earlier ?! His pale skin, far too pale to be natural. The way he refused to come to the gym, because his muscles wouldn’t have been able to take it. His appointments at the hospital. His part time job, merely four stops away from said hospital. Him not being able to pose as a dynamic model, on the very day he had met and talked to him for the first time. Everything made sense now and he had been blind, blind, blind all the time.

‘Yura.’

He couldn’t answer, of course. He was being kept alive by mere machines. He couldn’t talk. He had thoughts. Most certainly beautiful ones, like everything he ever was to him. But no one would ever be able to hear them. He wished he could. They both wished they could.

‘I’m here, Yura. I... I’m so sorry, Yura. I’m so sorry I’ve been selfish. I didn’t even... I would have fought with you, you know. We would have gone through that together.’

We did. We did. I was your soldier. I’ve simply fallen on the battlefield. You already did a lot.

‘I did nothing’, Otabek sobbed.

You did so much.

‘I did nothing. I didn’t even know.’

You were my friend. The fourth person to accept me for who I am. But the first I’ve ever fallen in love with.

‘I claimed I love you, and I still could do nothing.’

There was nothing to be done. I was destined to be shattered into pieces anyway.

‘I’m so sorry. I wasn’t there for these six weeks. Six weeks, damnit, six weeks, it feels so short when you say it that way but now I realize how much... How much time has taken from us... This is what you meant when you said your body would change. And I was blinded... By my own sadness but who am I to even pretend to be hurt ?’

Stop apologizing. I love you. Beka. Can you please make my dream come true ?

Otabek sat on the hospital room’s chair, his fingers lightly brushing Yuri’s. He wondered if he could do anything for that boy. Five months. He had been in love with him for five months. He still was. Those five little months meant the world to him. They meant life to Yuri. And then, he followed the blonde’s pale green gaze, that fell upon a sketchbook. He stood up, opened it. Portraits. The first few were Viktor and Yuuri. One of them most likely drawn at their wedding. Then, there were some sketches of Potya’s fluffy face. Next up, some studies of Yuri’s own face. And then, him. Otabek. He was everywhere. On every page. Realistic style, anime style, cartoon style. Charcoal, watercolor, felt-tip. He turned to Yuri. There was a pencil on the nightstand. He gently took the pen, and put it in Yuri’s hand. His own closed around the blonde’s, and they started drawing. A bottle, labeled, happiness.

[flashbic]

OTP ask meme thing~

Alright, @spaceviking, i’m making separate replies for the askmeme and putting them under a cut because it got pretty long?? Here’s the Sportarobbie one!

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other? Man, I dunno… technically Robbie, I guess? All that shit he buys on the phone must cost something, right??

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap? They both do it. Robbie when he’s having trouble sleeping. Sportacus otoh, does it Just Because. Every single evening, at 8:08.

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes? After a particularly intense training session, Sports will often take off his shirt. It’s not even something he thinks about tbh. Robbie, otoh, thinks about it A Lot.

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway? It doesn’t matter how many times Sportacus tells Robbie he should go to be early, it’s just not going to happen. Sports keep trying anyway.

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies? Robbie’s attempts at cooking are VERY hit-or-miss. He’s great at cakes and desserts, but not-so-great at most other types of food… So yeah, he’ll burn stuff sometimes. Which is a shame, because tbh the rare times where he isn’t cooking desserts are usually when he’s trying to make something Sportacus will actually be able to eat? Sports appreciates the effort, and he totally has one particular cookie recipe that doesn’t have processed sugar in it, so he makes those!

6: Which one reads OTP prompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”? Sporto doesn’t even say anything, he just looks at Robbie with the biggest, dorkiest smile on his face. Robbie’s reply is mostly eyerolls, but he’s blushing.

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes? Hey, Robbie has a Sportacus outfit. It’s canon. Sometimes he’ll wear the goggles when he’s inventing stuff and needs something to protect his eyes.

8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?” Sportacus enjoys the errands because it allows him to go everywhere around town :D He says hi to people and take pauses to chat and, well, he just enjoys it a lot. And of course he doesn’t forget anything because Robbie made the list himself. (Sports adds his own things to it, because let’s face it, Robbie’s list was mostly just cake and maybe some pillows to add to the lair.)

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions? Robbie is the Worst backseat driver. Or he would be if they were in a car. Since the airship kinda makes him nervous, he mostly just sits in silence.

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws? Sportacus doesn’t even poses (he’s doing push-ups!), but Robbie draws anyway. He was just scribbling plans for some invention and got distracted.

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips? They’re both the first one, and you know it. Sportacus because, well, obviously, and Robbie because it’s actually canon.

12: Which one of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stop drinking? OKAY SO LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT ICE CIDER. ICE CIDER IS THE BEST FUCKING THING. Extremely sweet, doesn’t even tastes like alcohol, and MADE WITH FROZEN APPLES. Sportacus is absolutely a fan and just HAS to let Robbie taste it. Which turns out to be a mistake, because YOU CAN’T CHUG THAT THING LIKE IT’S WATER, YIKES.

13: Which one likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts? Sports is really good a knitting, you guys. He makes a new mittens and scarf kit every autumn and he always adds Robbie’s initials on it and everything. Homemade gifts in general are very much His Thing.

14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own? Sportacus did it ONCE, without thinking about it, and the kids are never going to let him live it down.

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside? There’s a freaking post about this one and it’s great, so go read it if you haven’t already.

16: Which one gives the other their jacket? Robbie spends pretty much the entire winter with Sporto’s jacket on his shoulders whenever it gets cold around the lair.

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling? I don’t really care that much for the Glanni-as-the-older-sibling AUs, but okay, that’s actually a pretty funny image?? Sportacus isn’t really impressed tbh.

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other? Robbie wouldn’t actually SAY it, but he was absolutely giving the biggest hints imaginable. He likes to think no one really noticed because he was being subtle. He wasn’t. Which is kind of a good thing, because Sportacus was actually kinda shy and would have waited A Lot before saying anything?

19: How good would your OTP be at parenting? I mean they’ve pretty much adopted all the kids already, so I dunno what to tell ya here. Sportacus was born for this.

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters? Sportacus writes perfectly. Robbie’s spelling is Not So Great, but other than that I also like the idea of him using tons of little symbols and shortcuts when he’s scribbling notes for inventions and stuff! Makes his stuff pretty much impossible to read except for him.

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them? SPORTACUS HAS A ZERO TOLERANCE POLICY ON BULLYING. Tbh, I can see Robbie having been bullied as a kid, and as an adult, once he warms to the children, he absolutely keeps an eye out for them about that kind of stuff.

22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun? Sportacus makes A LOT of terrible fruit-themed puns, and that’s terrible. Robbie might roll his eyes a lot but he really shouldn’t be allowed to, considering some of the terrible nicknames he comes up with for his disguises.

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy? Puppies, kittens, squirrels, birds… Sportacus will pretty much bring home and feed any animal he finds, tbh. He doesn’t really keep them though: he gives them some food, then does his best to find them a good home. :D Robbie ends up building a separate place OUTSIDE the lair, because he just can’t deal with random dogs chewing on his stuff all the time.

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired? Sportacus loves carrying Robbie around. Which is great, because Robbie gets tired a lot.

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering? Robbie isn’t exactly loud, but he doesn’t take his eyes away from Sportacus the entire time. (otoh, Robbie participating in some sort of invention contest?? Sportacus brings embarrassing banners and cheers as loudly as he can the entire time. HE’S SO PROUD.)

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder? Robbie probably does. :D He has a series of pictures of Sportacus sleeping where you can always very clearly see the alarm clock saying 8:08 in the background.

27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked? All Sportacus would need to do is ask. In fact he doesn’t even need to ask. Sometimes he just wakes up to find someone painted his nails while he was asleep.

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of? Robbie doesn’t deal so well with large dogs ever since the whole Sugarpie incident. Thankfully Sportacus didn’t keep that one for very long: he found someone in Mayhemtown who needed a guard dog. :D

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains? Robbie holds it… and probably kinda forgets to hold it over Sportacus, tbh. Sportacus doesn’t mind at all though.

30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures? My first instinct here is BEACH, because Sports gets to plays outside and do lots of exercise while Robbie can just sit under the shade, enjoys the warmth and read or something. BUT HEAR ME OUT. Sportacus taking Robbie to Iceland. Because he wants Robbie to see where he comes from! He shows him a couple of little villages, and also a few elf places (mostly from the airship, because elf villages don’t really allow human visitors), and then they just get a little cabin somewhere in the woods and spend a few days there. Sportacus is just so happy to be home, he drags Robbie with him and they take long walks in the forest. At the end of the trail there’s a spot where you can make little campfires, and of course Sportacus thought to bring everything Robbie needs to make smores. :D Robbie was pretty ambivalent about the whole trip at first, but he really enjoys it. He especially loves the cabin, because the place is super quiet and warm, and it’s nice to spend time with his boyfriend without anybody else around.

[nifflershoard]

Mun Interview

I was tagged by the lovely @thegravemistergraves

1) Are you really ready for 111 questions? Let’s do this! 2) Where are you taking this test at? My bedroom, at my desk. 3) Was your last real relationship a mistake? I’ve only had one and I broke it off. I didn’t see a future. So... I’d say it wasn’t cause it was a growing experience for me. 4) Who did you last say “I love you” to? My puppy ^^ 5) Do you regret it? Never, I get kisses when I say it. 6) Have you ever been depressed? I have been diagnosed with it. 7) Are you a boy or girl? Girl  8) Do you have a job? Currently no. 9) What is your relationship status? Single and with no player 2. 10) How do you want to die? The most peaceful way with family around me at ripe old age. 11) What did you last eat? Wicked from Which Wich. 12) Played any sports? I played Soccer growing up, but gave it up.  13) Do you bite your nails? Not really. 14) When was your last physical fight? Not sure... 15) Do you have an attitude? It depends. 16) Do you like someone? Yes 17) What is your real name? Kailey 18) What is the background of you computer screen? Tom HIddleston, hands folded, leaning forward, looking at the screen with is beautiful blue eyes. 19) Are you gonna get high later? Not my thing. I have enough anxiety at the thought of it. 20) Do you hate anyone at the moment? I try not too. Hate is a strong word. I reserve it for the worst of people. 21) Do you miss someone? Yes, I really miss my BFF Em. 22) Twirl or cut your spaghetti? I try to twirl it, but if needed I cut it as a last resort. 23) Do you tan a lot? Nope. I’m a pale pale pale death looking Wednesday Addams girl. 24) Have any pets? I have a cat, we think a Blue Russian possible mix. We adopted her a few years ago. She’s named Gracie, though she can do tricks like a dog and loves walks in her stroller. (She likes outside but is an indoor cat.) Then I have Baxter my puppy, service dog in training. He’ll be a year in Sept. He’s a Miniature Goldendoodle. Very blessed to have him. 25) How exactly are you feeling?! Cool, I like it. 26) Ever eaten food in a car while someone or yourself is driving? Yep 27) Ever made out in the bathroom? Nope, if ever I’d only do such a thing in my own. I don’t trust public ones enough to even sit bare ass on a toilet. 28) Would you take any of your exes back? I’ve only had one, and I’d rather only to stay his friend if I got in touch with him again. 29) Are you afraid of spiders? It depends. If my cat is around I enjoy them cause I like helping her or watching her catch them. 30) Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? If it wouldn’t change the current state of things... I think I would to have a bit more time with my Grandmother and maybe meet my other one I never knew. Maybe get to meet my great grandfather that passed when my grandmother was a little girl.  31) Do you regret anything from your past? If I think on it I’m sure, but I can’t change it and many times I’ve learned from it. 32) What are your plans for this weekend? Survie 33) Do you want to have kids? One day I would hope for one of each at least. 34) Did you ever kiss someone whose name starts with an M? I’ve never kissed in general other then family. 35) Do you type fast? I can actually depending on the subject and if I can spell properly. 36) Do you have piercings? Only my ears and I could never go through that again or others. 37) Want any more? I’m fine thank you. I’m not a fan of needles or pain. 38) Can you spell well? Depends. I have a hard time unless I use a word and memorize it. Was not the best growing up. 39) Do you miss anyone from your past? Many  40) What are you craving right now? Chocolate is always a winner. 41) Ever been to a bonfire party? I think so. 42) Have you ever been to jail? I’m not actually sure. I’ve never been sent to one, but I don’t believe I have ever been to a still working jail. I have been to ones at Historic Places. I used to go to school in Crown Point, IN, so when after they filmed Dillinger with Johnny Depp, we had a trip and I got to at least stand outside the Jail there that they filmed at and the real Dillinger was held.  43) Have you ever been on a horse? Yes 44) Kissed someone in a pick up truck? Only family. And when I say that I mean like cheeks and stuff. 45) Have you ever broken someone’s heart? I’m not sure... from the sounds of it my ex was. 46) Have you ever been cheated on? No idea. Unless you count my pets loving on others. 47) Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? I don’t believe I have. 48) What time is it currently? 7:08pm 49) Would you live with someone without marrying them? Same sex that’s a friend, I’d be alright with. But opposite, I don’t want to put that in the line of fire. 50) What should you be doing? Relaxing at the moment. 51) What’s irritating you right now? People freaking out over something that they took the wrong way and then replying to it and saying things to it as if I had said it that way. 52) Have you ever liked someone so much that it hurts? YES  53) Does somebody love you? My family and friends, obviously my pets. 54) What is your favorite color? I love Reds. 55) Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle? Yes actually. I can only remember having to change into a uniform at the moment. 57) Do you have trust issues? In that I trust people too much some times. 58) You are over half way done with this. Are you sure you want to continue? I’m half way there, all down hill from here. 59) Do you have any siblings? A younger brother by around 3 years. 60) Do you have a good relationship with your parents? Yes, though it can be rocky with my mom at times, but we are always working on it and I love her deeply. 61) Do you live with anyone? My parents, I can’t afford living else where. 62) Do you believe your most recent ex thinks about you? Maybe *shrugs* we played Halo a lot together online. 63) Who was the last person you cried in front of? If they were looking, my pets and almost my dad. 64) Do you give out second chances too easily? If I know the person well, I will, but if I don’t and they’re just bad for me and others, their in the deep shit house unless they can prove they mean what they are saying. 65) Is it easier to forgive or forget? I try to do both. I try to forgive things for my own sake first. I don’t wish to dwell on things and let it eat at me and make me bitter and sinful. I rather forgive, pray they learn and move on. Though I still have a hard time forgetting. 66) Is this year the best year of your life? No idea. 67) What was your childhood nickname? My grandfather would call me Kailey Bird. 68) Have you ever walked outside completely naked? No idea if as a kid, but from the point of no longer being allowed to pull that off, HELL TO THE NO. 69) What is your motto in life? When Shit hits the fan, wear a poncho. 70) Do you believe everything happens for a reason? Yes, many times I believe opportunities are left open to us and it’s up to us to accept them willingly or not. 71) What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? Talked to my net BFF. 72) Do you have a best friend? Yes... I miss you so much Em *sniffles* 73) What is bothering you? To many things. 74) Have you ever been out of your country? Nope, unless you count Epcot. 75) Do you play the Wii? I don’t have one, but I have a 3DS. 76) Are you listening to music right now? Nope, though the last song I remember a few hours ago was Little Talks. 77) Do you like Chinese food? Yeah ^ ^ 78) Do you know your fathers b- day? Yes I do. 79) Are you afraid of the dark? It’s not the dark that scares me persay, it is what can hide in it. 80) Is cheating ever okay? Depends what you consider cheating. If it’s like a video game from the 90′s, go for it. That’s why there is codes, gamesharks, etc. But everything else, heck no. Unless it’s to save a life. 81) Are you mean? Depends who you ask and when. 82) Can you keep white shoes clean? No idea really. I haven’t had any in so long. 83) What was the last song you listened to? Little Talks 84) Do you believe in true love? Yes I do.  85) What are you currently wearing? A Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter Shirt and loose pants. 86) What do you wear to bed? If I don’t have a pj set, I wear mostly big soft tshirts and short pants or shorts. 87) What is the weather like right now? Looks like possible rain. 88) Do you like the outside? When it’s raining or when I’m at a theme park. Sometimes just to enjoy it for a time as well. But I’m not a fan of being outside all the time. 89) Are you currently bored? Not sure... we’ll see. I got Youtube to watch lol. 90) Do you wanna get married? One day to the right man. 91) Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? No idea, I don’t think I’ve every had it happen. If it’s not an insult, I may be alright or let it slide.  92) Are you hungry? Nope, just ate. 93) Have you ever made out for more than a half hour straight? I don’t even know how to make out. Never done so either. 94) What makes you happy? Psych, that theme song goes on and I’m all grins. Doctor who with Eleven the most. Tom Hiddleston doing something goofy or being Loki. WDW Park related things, such as just walking into a store. Stitch and Angel. So many things. 95) Would you change your name? Not sure. I actually like it. Though its rare to find mine spelt this way or on anything like keychains. 96) Ever been to Alaska? Nope 98) Do you watch the news? Only for weather ever so often. Last resort if nothing is on. 99) What’ s your zodiac sign? Aries 100) Do you like Subway? I used to love it. But can’t really eat it anymore. So I’m on Which Wich now. 101) Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? Sometimes cause Baxter, my puppy, always tries to french kiss me. 102) Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? When did I get one? What kind of like, cause depending, I might be like lets test the waters. 103) Do you talk like your friends? Sometimes ^ ^ 104) What do you plan to do with the rest of your day? Rest, long day. Tired XP 105) Have you ever seen someone you knew & purposely avoided them? Yes, sour things and not needing that anxiety. 106) Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? My brother, he often understands me most. 107) who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? The manager at a Which Wich taking my order. 108) Does it matter if your boyfriend/girlfriend smokes? Yes actually. The smell makes me very ill and I’d always be worried for health reasons. 109) Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? My mom I think. 110) Favorite lyrics right now?

(( Cause I just heard it and love the song)) Little Talks

Of Monsters and Men Hey! Hey! Hey! I don't like walking around this old and empty house So hold my hand, I'll walk with you my dear The stairs creak as I sleep, It's keeping me awake It's the house telling you to close your eyes And some days I can't even trust myself It's killing me to see you this way 'Cause though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore Hey! Hey! Hey! There's an old voice in my head That's holding me back Well tell her that I miss our little talks Soon it will all be over, and buried with our past We used to play outside when we were young And full of life and full of love Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right. Your mind is playing tricks on you my dear 'Cause though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore Hey! Don't listen to a word I say Hey! The screams all sound the same Hey! Though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore You're gone, gone, gone away, I watched you disappear All that's left is a ghost of you Now we're torn, torn, torn apart, there's nothing we can do, Just let me go, we'll meet again soon Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around I'll see you when I fall asleep Hey! Don't listen to a word I say Hey! The screams all sound the same Hey! Though the truth may vary this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore Hey! Don't listen to a word I say Hey! The screams all sound the same Hey! Though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore Though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore Though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore 111) Tag 10 people @ghostriderofthearagon and anyone else up for it. I’m bad at tagging.