#literally not enough decent shots for me to choose from

[keirahknightley]

Costume appreciation series: Ever After: A Cinderella Story (1998) dir Andy Tennant

Costume Design by Jenny Beavan

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[wonhostiddymilk]

actually ended up exploring penacony entirely today💀

[vitalverstappen]

House Rules - C. Sainz

summary: everyone knew you loved halloween, but no one knew just how much.

pairing: Carlos Sainz x reader

warnings: drinking, swearing, use of y/n

word count: 1.4k

a/n: literally got this idea while driving home from work today and scrambled to write it to get something out for you guys for halloween!

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It was well known that Carlos was a partier. Even if he was nowhere near the podium, you knew he was going to find his way to a local club. His energy was infectious, and his love for staying out till dawn was a constant in his life. 

You, on the other hand, adored Halloween. The scary movies, the candy, the pumpkin carving - everything about it filled you with joy. It was your favorite time of year, beating out the other holidays by a long shot. There was something magical about the crisp autumn air, the thrill of ghost stories, and the excitement of choosing a costume. 

So, it was a no-brainer to combine the two this year and host a Halloween party for the grid. As the day approached, you decorated your house with cobwebs, jack-o-lanterns, and the occasional fake body part. A photo booth was set up in one of the guest rooms, filled with props and eerie backdrops. 

Meanwhile, Carlos put himself in charge of making all of the treats, knowing you’d burn the place down if you tried. His famous witches brew was the center of it all though - a giant smoking cauldron, filled with most likely dangerous levels of alcohol and mixers.  

The costume you two landed on was Rapunzel and Flynn Rider. It was safe enough for when the little kids came by trick-or-treating, but easy to spice up for later in the night.

As the night kicked off, the house buzzed with excitement. Friends arrived in droves, dressed in a mix of costumes - from witches, to pop culture icons, to inside jokes you would never understand. 

You and Carlos found yourselves at the beer pong table. Lando and his girlfriend had been running the table all night, and it was your turn to challenge them.

“Ready to lose?” Lando taunted, flashing a cocky grin

“Yeah, sure” Carlos said, rolling his eyes with a smirk

While Lando and his girlfriend were good, Carlos quickly fell into a rhythm. With each flick of his wrist, the ball sank into a new cup, and you could see the confidence grow in him. You were terrible, missing just about every shot you took. 

“Here, cariño, let me help,” Carlos said, leaning in closer to show you how to hold the ball properly. 

“Hey! That’s cheating!” Lando whined from across the table

“House rules” You called back before looking at your boyfriend. “Teach me your ways”

Carlos grinned as he took your hand, adjusting your grip on the sticky ping pong ball. “Just focus on the cup. And remember, it’s all in the wrist.”

With his guidance, you finally managed to land a shot, the ball bouncing into the cup with a satisfying splash. 

“See? You’re a natural” Carlos teased as you felt a rush of unexpected excitement. 

Lando and his girlfriend ended up clawing back for the win, leaving the table to be theirs. You were silently thankful for the loss, as you weren’t sure how many decent shots you had left in you. 

You were already feeling tipsy from the game, but you still found yourself back at the cauldron. There, you found Alexandra and Charles dressed as Ginny and Harry from Harry Potter. 

“Hey! So glad you could make it!” You said as you poured yourself a red solo cup full of Carlos’ concoction, the bright colors swirling both enticingly and as a warning. “How’s it going?” 

“We’re glad we could make it.” Alexandra said. “We’ve been good.” 

“Currently just trying to dodge the beer pong table. I’ve seen Lando running it all night. How did you do?” Charles asked, adjusting his glasses 

“Let’s just say I need more practice.” You said, shaking your head though there was a small smile on your face. “Carlos helped out a lot” 

“Of course he did. He’s a pro at everything” Alexandra laughed, glancing over at Carlos who was too busy trying to convince Pierre to join in playing another round of pong. 

“He’s definitely got the skills.” you replied, taking a sip of the drink, wincing as the drink burned your throat “ But I think I might stick to just munching on the candy.” 

“Speaking of candy, did you guys spike the gummy worms?” Charles asked, raising his eyebrow with a grin 

You nodded, a fresh gleam in your eye “Yeah, you like them?” 

“They’re addicting” Charles said 

As the night continued, the drinks kept flowing, leading to hazy decisions. The apple bobbing station was more packed than you had expected it to be, George currently the one taking his shot. You walked over, curious to see what the excitement was about. 

Standing over George was Alex, egging him on to go faster. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the sheer determination on George’s face as he fought to get the fruit. 

“You’re doing a shit job, mate” Alex said as George gasped for air

“It’s not my fault this thing wasn’t built for tall people in mind!” He complained, water streaming down his face 

“Let me help,” Alex said as he flashed a mischievous grin. He placed his hand on the back of George’s head, shoving it back into the water. 

Moments later, George reemerged, sputtering, laughing through the exasperation. “Dude, what the hell?” he yelled, wiping his face with his hand 

Alex just laughed, clearly enjoying the scene that played out “You have to commit! You won’t get anywhere with that half-hearted effort” 

Every time you refilled your cup, you found yourself reaching a new high. The colors of the party blurred together, creating a dreamy haze. You leaned back against one of the walls, watching the chaos of the party. An arm wrapped around your waist, and without even looking, you knew it was Carlos. 

You leaned into his warmth, feeling a surge of affection. “How’d the second pong game go?” you asked 

Carlos chuckled, the rise and fall of his chest comforting “I managed to convince Pierre and Kika to take over, so it’s going great now” He motioned to the table, where the couple was trying to master the game. 

“Good luck to them, they need it” You chuckled as you turned to face your boyfriend. 

Carlos looked down at you, his soft eyes quickly transitioning to ones full of mischief. “I think we need to shake things up a little and see who can handle the witches brew”

“That sounds so ominous” you laughed “You could’ve just suggested a drinking contest”

The two of you made your way over to the cauldron, a stack of solo cups waiting for you. The neon colors of the liquid glowed ominously in the dim light. You filled two cups up to the brim with the liquid, already dreading your agreement to do this. 

A few of the other drivers and their respective others grabbed cups, quickly piecing together what was about to go down. The ones who didn’t reach for a cup, whipped out their phones to record. 

“Three, two, one - go!” 

You threw your head back, gulping down the sweet yet potent mixture. The crowd cheered, laughter and playful shouts filling the air. You could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you raced to finish your drink. 

Glancing over, you caught sight of Carlos, his focus intense. You could see the competitive spark in his eyes as he downed the cup, the two of you neck-and-neck.

With one final gulp, you slammed your cup down on the ground, throwing your hands up in victory. “Another win” you exclaimed, breathless. 

Carlos, a moment behind, laughed and wrapped his arms around you. “Only because I let you, mi hermosa”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that” you teased, enjoying the moment in Carlos’ arms. 

The party continued, fueled by more drinks and the infectious energy in the room. You danced alongside Carlos, letting the music guide you. 

As the night wore on, you took a moment to step outside on the balcony for some fresh air. The cool autumn breeze kissed your cheeks, and you took a deep breath, savoring the scent of fallen leaves. 

Carlos joined you, slipping his hand into yours as you both leaned against the railing. “What do you think?” he asked, glancing at the party through the window, where you’re pretty sure you saw Toto up on someone’s shoulders.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t want to spend Halloween any other way” you answered

He smiled, his gaze softening “Neither would I” 

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yourusername: first ever sainz-l/n halloween party! thanks to everyone for coming and making the best holiday even better! p.s. williams, franco isn't dead, i just found him sleeping on my stairs

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user1: I NEEDED A HALLOWEEN WAG! THANK GOD

user2: ikr, all of them go hard for everything else, except the best holiday

francolapinto: why did you take a photo instead of WAKING ME UP AND GETTING ME TO BED??

yourusername: you looked comfy, I didn't want to wake you charles_leclerc: mate i could've shared the bathtub with you user3: hold up, charles was in the BATHTUB??? carlossainz55: someone had one too many spiked gummy worms

landonorris: i still can't believe you cheated at pong. shoulda been DQ'd

carlossainz55: it wasn't cheating, she couldn't land a ball if the cups were the size of a lake yourusername: you guys know I get notifs for you roasting me on my own post, right?

landonorris: yes. carlossainz55: yes.

user4: is that...george? ...bobbing for...apples?

alex_albon: yes. he lost though. george is a loser.

georgerussell63: i would've won if you didn't idk push my head in

alex_albon: still a loser.

[bunbitti]

Hi, can we get some headcanons for Billy, Lycaon and Anton with a reader whose super strong and during a mission where their partner gets hurt, is able to bridal carry them with ease? The guys deserve being able to be bridal carried

They do in fact deserve being bridal carried

I was once told about bridal carrying in cdrama where the guy usually can’t actually pick up the girl, let alone carry her long enough to finish the shot, so they have the girl sit on something and hide the fact that she’s not even being carried like excuse me it’s not *that* hard

And then the guys blame the girl for being too heavy even though the girls are usually like decently under 100lbs???

So I would assume none of our big guys would expect to be carried bridal style anytime soon :(

Headcanons were made assuming you work at the same company/are in the same group as them (I imagine cross-group missions are probably infrequent, and if you’re a freelancer you probably worked with them enough to be familiar with their respective groups)

Billy

Freaks about getting hurt, but whether he actually feels it is questionable (is it possible for him to turn off pain reception? Perchance, might be more convenient than thinking about how much everything hurts on a mission); you should comfort him anyway

More about loss of function/inability to move, so if he’s being bridal carried it’s likely some issue with his torso or legs

Initially jokes about how you need to slow down a bit for him, but doesn’t expect you to scoop him up and keep moving at the same speed as before

He’s literally metal??

Might yelp upon the scoopening, but insists it never happened

If the mission is still ongoing, he’ll try to keep shooting to keep enemies off your back since your arms are occupied (with him! Oh gosh he’s feeling things in his mechanical heart that are uhh not normal, maybe that’s malfunctioning too??)

Yaps about your strength, which miiight be on par with the Starlight Knights

His uhh knight in shining armor

He may or may not ask you to pick him up again later, but who wouldn’t when they learn there’s someone who can make them feel small and safe

Anyway can Monica pick him up like that? Probably not

May get into the habit of jumping into your arms if he gets startled/scared, and only because he knows you can handle the sudden change without a large chance of falling over (the others in the Cunning Hares he’s not quite sure of and probably would just hide behind them before realizing what it is that startled him)

May get in your lap on the ‘company couch’, aka the one in the apartment they all live in, and interlock his fingers on the other side of your neck to have a nice pseudo-bridal carry, but only when the others aren’t there to tease and distract him from precious carrying time (if dating, he will instead yell back asking why he can’t be carried by his partner and ignore screeches to get a room)

Lycaon

Insists he’s fine and can walk on his own, but ends up stumbling even when supported (there’s almost no way he’s going to want to be carried at any earlier point, because what high-end butler gets carried like that? Would rather choose to be carried on someone’s back since the weight distribution is easier to manage that way, whereas a bridal carry puts all the weight in the front with the additional tripping hazard of his giant fluffy tail in the case that he’s unconscious and can’t hold it out of the way for them)

Might be shot in the thigh or something, or his prosthetics are too heavily damaged and are going bad on a ‘less severe’ case requiring him to be carried

Since he’s a close-range fighter, he can’t do much when carried beyond using his arms to smack/punch an enemy away (may later carry more projectiles, just in case)

May initially tense up at being picked up since it was entirely unexpected, but if he’s conscious enough he’ll either act like he’s watching your back to avoid responding to the action or he’ll turn away and mutter a ‘thank you’ (he has to express gratitude for this, after all, otherwise it’d be rude) and hold on so you aren’t inconvenienced any more than you already are

If it was an issue with his prosthetics, he’ll try to avoid it happening again and install more failsafes or reinforce the structure

*picks Lycaon up*

*sharp inhale, freezes*

“Is there something wrong?/did I accidentally put pressure where it hurts?/should I adjust?”

“……no.”

Ends up thinking about you carrying him bridal style A LOT, and his coworkers at Victoria Housekeeping keep noticing his tail wagging a bit for seemingly no reason

Unless you’re similarly large and/or visibly strong, he keeps wondering how it’s possible, even if he knows of your history of being extra strong or knows how much you can bench press or something (even then, sustaining a position like a bridal carry for a long time while running around ends up being harder than a single-motion effort of pushing/pulling something)

Probably asks if you strained something carrying him and prepares remedies beforehand just in case the answer is yes

May try to find a chance to bridal carry you so that it’s even

May also try to drop subtle hints that he actually enjoyed it and wouldn’t mind you continuing to bridal carry him even when it’s not quite necessary, even though it’s horrible for his reputation as the professional

Anton

Initially tries to act tough, tries to make do with leaning on you, etc, but at some point his legs give out or he can’t keep himself upright and it’s not like his bro can do the walking for him

Also expects to be carried on your back or carried by Ben or hauled onto one of Grace’s machines (‘babies’) to get taken back or to be patched up a bit in a hidden corner and rest until he can continue, but gets whisked away in your arms, jacket included

Holds on, of course; what bro would he be if he struggled and made it hard for you to carry him after you helped him out?

Feels very Safe somehow, even though he’s hurting enough to the point where he can’t walk on his own because of how dangerous the mission was

If it’s just you two on the mission, he’ll try and force himself to stay awake enough to keep enemies away from you; otherwise it might be okay for him to relax and let the others handle it (let him sleep, he needs it)

Of course he’ll make up for it later by doing extra on another mission; can’t let you down (you’re one of few people in the company who fully pulls their weight on the job, and he admits to liking you more; for fairness’s sake, he’ll only let on that the performance influenced his judgement and he also tries not to seem biased lest the other workers become discouraged)

Regardless of whether you’re dating, he’d mainly be impressed by your strength and wonders if it’s just your natural strength or if it���s something you built up to; extra impressed if you’re smaller, because how the hell is your arm reaching around his back??

Not the type to get insecure at being bridal carried, though sometimes he wonders why you would go for the more difficult option on a mission (safety first, like in construction); figures you must have your reasons or want to show off or are treating it like a workout, and would let you pick him up again later if you asked

Instead, Anton might actually like you more, since you’ve proven to be capable even when he’s incapacitated (a truly reliable bro)

If dating, may consider putting his face against your neck because it’s right there but decides against it to avoid distracting you (will do so when patched up and at home, though)

[nevermatchandscpsradadventures]

Happy Birthday, Hyrule!

“So Hyrule, when’s your birthday?”

Hyrule was startled out of his thoughts, though what he’d been thinking about was now lost to the void that lay between his ears.

“Um, why do you ask?” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck. Wild smiled.

“So we can celebrate! We were lucky enough to wind up on the ranch when the Old Man’s birthday came around, cause I’m pretty sure he never would’ve told us otherwise; Warriors had to tell us so he could prove his birthday came before Twilight’s and is thus older, you told us Legend’s birthday because it’s literally your favorite holiday, we know Twilight’s birthday because he mentioned it in passing, and it was like pulling teeth to get anything out of Four, but I eventually managed to get him to fess up. Wind told us because he was upset his hadn’t come yet, Sky was mopey for the whole morning and Time finally managed to get him to tell us that it was his birthday and he was sad to be away from Sun, which, fair; I kinda only know mine because Flora managed to remember after a hundred years,” he said, taking a deep breath after his spiel. “So that leaves you.”

Hyrule blinked.

“Oh, uh, well, I don’t know when my birthday actually is,” he said. He was swiftly interrupted by Wild.

“You DON’T?! Hyrule! Do you know how old you are?” he squawked, flailing his arms around.

“Well, Dawn and I figured that we could use the day I saved her as my birthday, and we figure that I was about ten when I rescued her, so I’m coming up on eighteen,” Hyrule answered, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. Actually, now that he thought about it… “I’m pretty sure it’s in a couple of days, actually. Is it the twenty-first of the second month?” Wild blinked and grabbed his Slate.

“Uhh, no, it’s the nineteenth. So your birthday’s on the twenty-first?” he asked. Hyrule nodded. Wild grinned. “Well, I hope you have a nice evening,” he said as he practically skipped to the campfire to start cooking dinner.

Why did Hyrule feel a sense of foreboding? ------------------------------------------------ Two days later…

“Hey, Hyrule! C’mon over ‘ere,” Twilight called with a smile as he waved him over to the fire. Hyrule jogged over and sat beside him.

“What’d you need, Twilight?” he asked. Everyone around the fire grinned.

“We heard it’s your birthday today, so we all decided it’s time to celebrate,” Time said with upturned lips. Wild’s hand shot up and he waved it around until he caught Time’s eye. “Yes, Wild?”

“Can I go first?” Wild begged with big eyes. Time nodded, and Wild grinned. “Hyrule, for your birthday, I’m giving you these seeds; they’re from just about every plant in my era, trust me, it’s taken me a while to collect them all,” he laughed. Hyrule’s eyes widened as he looked at the little pouch Wild handed him. His era wasn’t exactly a prime example of plant life, so to be given so many different species to repopulate his era with was a bit overwhelming. Sky cleared his throat.

“I’ll go next, if that’s alright,” he said, waiting until Time nodded to continue. “I made you this boomerang; I hope you like it,” he smiled as he handed Hyrule a beautifully carved boomerang. It wasn’t just pretty, though, it had a good heft to it, and it had a decent edge on it, as well.

“This is wonderful, Sky. Thank you. And thank you as well, Wild; I didn’t expect either of you to give me anything,” Hyrule said, feeling breathless in the face of his friends’ generosity.

“Oh, we’re not done yet. I’m next, and I’m giving you this; it’s a journal for you to use however you choose,” Warriors said as he handed him a leather-bound journal with delicate flowering vines pressed into the cover. Hyrule opened it to the first page and found Warriors’ handwriting, both in Warriors’ Hylian and in Hyrule’s, though the inscription was far less confident in Hyrule’s Hylian.

“To Hyrule, your thoughts are more valuable than you might think - Warriors”

“Warriors… I… thank you,” he said, feeling a little overwhelmed by Warriors’ words.

“I think it’s my turn,” Twilight said with a smile. He reached into one of his bags and pulled out a large bundle of fabric that appeared to be knitted. “It’s a cloak made of Ordon goat hair. It’ll help keep you warm on the road, and don’t you dare tell me that that scarf and hat are all you need; I’ve seen you shivering,” he said as he passed the cloak over with a stern look on his face. Hyrule smiled and chuckled sheepishly as he took it. "You know, goats are tough, gentle most of the time, and can get out of pretty much anything, kinda like you," Twilight remarked, his stern face softening into a smile.

Hyrule ducked his head, his face surely flushed. "Thanks, Twi," he said softly, glancing up at Twilight and smiling as he did so. Twilight nodded back, his smile growing into a grin.

"Me next! You remember those shells that we found while we were on Outset last time?" Wind didn't even wait for Hyrule to answer before he continued. "I made them into a necklace for you, so you can always remember Outset Island and the beach and stuff!" Wind pulled out a small pouch, then opened it and pulled out the necklace. It had blue, green, yellow, and brown glass beads between each shell. Hyrule didn’t know the names of each shell, but there were two spiral-y cone-shaped shells on each side of the main, scoop-y-shaped shell.

“Wow, it’s beautiful; thank you, Wind,” Hyrule said, pulling it over his head as he spoke. “When did you guys have time to make these things?” Twilight, Wind, and Sky smiled.

“I’ve been doing it whenever you weren’t around and I had free-time,” Wind beamed. Sky chuckled.

“Same for me, though I’ve also been doing it while you weren’t paying attention,” he confessed. Twilight’s face fell slightly.

“I started makin' it a li'l while 'fore my… injury, and then I jus’ worked on it when I had the strength to after the fact, then you healed me up and I got better, so I kept at it, all while you weren’ lookin’,” he said with a bit of a sad smile. Four cleared his throat after a moment of contemplative silence, before Hyrule could even consider getting mad at Twilight for making the cloak while he was actively fighting for his life.

"Well, this wasn't made on my deathbed or anything, but I made you this," he said as he passed Hyrule a knife in a well-made sheath. Hyrule took the knife out to examine the blade and test the weight. This was a solid knife.

“Wow, Four, this is a great knife!” Hyrule exclaimed as he turned it over in his hands. Four smiled smugly.

“Of course, it is. I made it with my grandpa when we were last in my era,” he said matter-of-factly. "I know it's going to someone who will use it well."

"I will, thank you," Hyrule promised with a grateful smile. He looked away from Four to see which of the remaining two Heroes was going to go next, and Time smiled as he pulled a large piece of blue fabric with white designs on it out of his bag. Hyrule smiled wider when he saw that the white designs were a cow's head and the words 'Lon-Lon Ranch' in Time's Hylian.

"Here. Malon made this for you," he said as he passed it to Hyrule. "I made the pattern for the embroidery, and she did the embroidering. I always end up sticking my fingers with the needle on every stitch; had I made the blanket, it would've looked like a battle had been waged on it." Hyrule tried to stifle a giggle, but ultimately failed. Imagining the Old Man pricking his fingers while trying to do delicate embroidery was comical, so sue him. "That's what Malon did the last time I tried anything more complex than mending a hole. As I said, there's a reason she did the embroidery," Time chuckled. "I believe you're up next, Vet," he said, nodding to Legend. Legend took a breath, then stood up and walked over to where Hyrule was sitting and sat beside him.

"Hold out your hand," Legend said, gesturing for Hyrule to do so. Hyrule complied, and Legend pulled out a small pouch, opened it, and dropped two rings in Hyrule’s hand. The first one Hyrule noticed had a silver band with a black heart on it and magic came off it in waves. The other ring, however, wasn’t magical, at least, not that Hyrule’s magic senses could detect. It had a gold band and a black gem, and while it wasn't magic in itself, it was surrounded by a strong, soft magic. Hyrule swallowed. He knew Legend didn't let others mess with his items willy-nilly, much less giving someone two, and the sentiments behind the gifts were getting Hyrule choked up. "Happy birthday, Traveler."

"Thanks guys, for everything."

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Thoughts on this scenario?: Alucard sometime before s3 or during s3 meeting Trevor's older sister (neither of them are aware they have a sibling who survived the massacre) after she show up at the castle knocking on his door with her knife like "WHY is Dracula's castle on top of my family's ruins?!" I think it would be very interesting for both of them. (Especially once Alucard tells her that her little brother is alive.)

A/N: Lol, this is effing hilarious! I can totally just see Alucard watching this woman come out of nowhere and start throwing cheap shot punches and being like: “There’s ANOTHER Belmont??” 

Alucard Meeting Trevor’s Older Sister Headcannons 

So she shows up to what she expected to be nothing more than a pile of ruins only to find said pile of ruins plus a giant ass castle next door. Which makes no sense because 1) Why not repair the Belmont home if someone was going to build something there? And 2) Why choose to make a big ugly-ass castle of all things? 

On the inside, she’s like: ‘Has it really been THAT long?’ (Maybe, lol.) 

Once the initial shock subsided, she’s like, ‘Okay, this thing’s gotta go’ because again, it’s ugly af, and it can’t be good for the open-earthed Belmont Hold to be responsible for supporting all that weight. 

So she goes to the door and starts banging on it like she owns the place. 

Of course, the doors swing open revealing a very disgruntled Alucard. 

Commence the interrogation.

She’s all like: ‘Who the fuck are you?’ 

And he’s like, ‘Um, excuse me, I live here, who the hell are you?’

And she’s like, ‘Well I lived here first!’ 

And Alucard’s like, ‘That’s a very immature argument.’ 

And she’s all like, ‘Oh yeah? You wanna go pip-squeak?’ 

And Alucard’s like ‘I’m literally a foot taller than you.’ 

And she’s like ‘Well fine, that makes you the perfect height for me to do this!’ And she knees him in the groin. 

…

…

Suddenly it clicks for Alucard. “Are you by any chance a Belmont?”

“Yeah, what’s it to ya?” 

Needless to say, the two of them are quite shocked to learn the identity of the other. She’s half in denial that her little brother, if he really is alive, would be friends with a dhampir. And Alucard’s not sure she is Trevor’s sister once they get to talking, mainly because she’s well-spoken and rather intelligent when not she’s not threatening to kick his ass, something Trevor is not. 

But from his descriptions of their battle with Dracula, her gut tells her it really must be her brother Alucard’s speaking of. 

“I take it you didn’t know he was alive, then,” Alucard says. 

She's like, yeah, no shit. 

But she still has a lot of unanswered questions: how did Trevor manage to escape? How did he survive being so young on his own? Why didn’t she hear of his existence until now? 

Alucard doesn’t have all the answers, but he does have good food and wine, so she decides to crash in the castle with him until her brother returns. 

It’s good for Alucard to have the company, mainly because he was starting to lose his mind. (Something she would pick up on like right away lol.) 

But that’s okay because almost being murdered as a kid and then running from place to place fighting the odd supernatural creature has made her a bit crazy so they’re a decent pair. 

Oddly enough, I think they sort of mellow each other out: she’s just hyper/nuts enough to get Alucard to stop wallowing in self-pity. And he’s just cautious and introverted enough to keep her from accidentally (ahem*intentionally*) burning the place down. 

Sure, there’s a lot of ribbing, and witty jokes thrown back and forth between the two of them, but they’d probably form a strong bond based on mutual respect and necessity. Alucard realizes his mental and emotional state will improve if she stays, and she realizes her chances of fulfilling her destiny as a Belmont increase tenfold should she stay and learn from the ‘enemy’ himself. 

Of course, it takes a while for them to overcome their residual prejudices of one another, especially on Belmont’s side. She’s spent her entire life viewing vampires as monsters- something to be eradicated- it’s not exactly something you can unlearn overnight. But Alucard is such an enigma, and the more she hears of his and Trevor’s travels and adventures in defeating Dracula, the more she sees him as human- the more she sees him as a friend, even. 

They get very close. So close that they even think up ways to prank Trevor once he comes back, planning especially to use her existence as the central super-charged element of surprise. 

Who knows, maybe if she was there with Alucard post-S2, things would have turned out more positively with the twins' arrival in S3. If Alucard wasn’t so dependent on them and them alone for companionship, he wouldn’t have been so hesitant to quickly teach them everything they wanted to know as a way to keep them at his castle longer. If Alucard was more open and forthcoming, the twins might have felt encouraged to put all their own cards on the table before making the drastic (and fatal) move that they did. 

Thanks to her existence, any monsters nearby stand no chance against the occupants of the castle and the surrounding villages. With the newfound double-trouble Belmonts, no one ever has to be scared (or lonely) ever again. 

[kafus]

you guys are not gonna believe what i just beat red with LMFAO. set mode + no items in battle (held items ok) + i am like 30 levels underleveled on all of my guys. partially for my own amusement and pride, partially to spite people who talk about how much you "have to" grind in johto games

it took a few attempts since my strategy relies on some decent luck to happen but there's a few ways it could go and i could succeed! and it really didn't take that long!! explanation below the cut for anyone who wants to nerd about this with me

red leads with his pikachu, i lead with meganium. EQ isn't quite a one shot and i have to reset if he lands charm on me, but sometimes he chooses thunder and sometimes charm misses so it's not that bad. i just spam EQ and let him waste his full restores until pikachu goes down

next he sends out venusaur, and i set up light screen and then spam body slam until it paralyzes, which happens most of the time since i resist all his grass moves + am behind a light screen and i get a lot of chances for that 30% paralysis as a result

i let meganium go down for the clean swap into houndoom, who is able to take the venusaur out with one flamethrower after meganium chipped it a bunch (she outspeeds because the venusaur is paralyzed!!)

he sends out his blastoise next, depending on the state of light screen, sunny day from his venusaur, etc, i choose to go into politoed to resist surf or snorlax who can weather hits in general and stall the blastoise out. in my winning attempt i went to politoed, and land a hypnosis after missing it once, so now politoed is low

this is the one part that's particularly RNG heavy - i swap into magneton and use thunder twice for the KO. this requires blastoise to stay asleep long enough for thunder's shitty accuracy to actually land twice. i do have a quick claw which boosts the odds of it going well just a little bit. in this case it works out

red sends out espeon so i swap into houndoom, hopefully on a baited psychic but unfortunately he goes for reflect instead. my houndoom just barely misses out on the 2 shot and goes down to some swifts even from full HP smh. so i have to send out my snorlax who can take one psychic and take espeon's last remaining bits of HP with a body slam

now for the fun part. red sends out his snorlax. who for some reason only has normal attacking moves, snore and body slam. so i send out the gengar i trained up for catching the roamers (technically he is literally the only pokemon i ever grinded levels on in my entire playthrough because i decided i wanted him last minute and had already fought every trainer in the game, but it wasn't that bad + he's nearly 40 levels under red's team still lmfao) and well. since snorlax took a ton of unexpected damage from psychic, i first do some very careful slow ass switching to get him back to full HP... with leftovers recovery. and then once that's done i use curse with gengar

in a perfect world, i use hypnosis after curse, it lands, and his snorlax just stays asleep through all the curse damage, but unfortunately he wakes up and uses rest - this puts him in a cycle where if i'm just sitting there with gengar, he'll never die from curse damage since he rests on the turn he would faint from the damage and wakes up and uses rest again in a loop like that. SO to get him to faint from curse without having to literally PP stall him, on his second turn of rest i swap into politoed who is on low HP (this is safe because he's never going to choose a normal type attack against gengar), which baits body slam on his wake-up turn instead of using rest again, and then swap into gengar immediately to be immune to the body slam. gengar outspeeds and uses psychic to take out the singular HP point remaining

and at last all that's left is his charizard. i let gengar go down and swap into snorlax who's now at full HP again and use toxic, and now it's just a matter of a very iffy toxic stall. magneton and politoed being alive in the back means i can swap to them as sacrifices if i need a little more leftovers recovery, and in the end charizard goes down to toxic damage after rest + sleep talking him (in gen 2, if rest is called by sleep talk, even though the user is already asleep, they use rest again which resets the sleep counter and heals them again so yeah)

i'm unreasonably proud of this bullshit LMAO fuck level grinding man this is way more entertaining

[faithandfairies]

Loved it! Excellent episode!

I knew they'd want to put June to death for freeing the handmaids.

I love that Serena played such an important part in the rebellion. She is the worst. But June tends to bring out the best in her. And I can't believe I'm saying this but she loves June, it's why June can bring out the best in her. And June loves her even as she hates her. Those two are something else. They're on opposite sides of the fight but they will go against their own for each other.

As Rose was talking I was thinking, you're sending your husband to his death.

I love the role Lawrence played, in the end he's doing what he intended. Changing things for the better.

Not at all mad at any of the deaths we got.

The only thing that could have made this episode better is if they gave us a shot inside the plane as the commanders caught fire.

But this season is very mellow. They're not going out with a literal bang. I think it's because while it's the beginning of the end, given The Testaments exists that tells me that it's not over. And it might all spring up again.

This rebellion is also very in line with what a handmaid was meant to be according to Gilead. June was a handmaid and everything about them is about being anonymous and demure. Understated in how they carry themselves. While their outfit is the color of blood. Their blood. It makes sense that the rebellion is almost a representation of those handmaids given that within Gilead they suffered the most. I'm starting to like it.

I think June and Luke are growing apart finally. Hannah is no longer enough to keep them together. I feel like June realized when I did, during the Paris surprise, that she would choose Nick over Luke in a heartbeat if he had been the man she wishes he was. And I feel like it has put things in perspective for her relationship-wise and she seems to be taking a step back from Luke. Which I think is fine. I think the only things that could still save their relationship is if Gilead disbands and they get Hannah back. But both of those things are very unlikely. And even if they happen they might still not choose each other.

Serena should start something with Mark. Now, he seems like a halfway decent man. A bit of a coward at times, but still.

[materassassino]

🐅💛🕊🗡✨️ for both luke and din

Oh, you spoil me!

Luke // Din

Characterisation: when he's tired or stressed his accent slips. Get him tired enough and he'll sound fresh off Tatooine and come out with something so hick, so desert rat, you'll do a double take.

Can hold his liquour like nobody's business. Don't believe the propaganda that this boy only drinks milk, he comes from Bumfuck Nowhere where the only things for teens to do are shoot womp rats, race speeder bikes and drink, and the Rebellion made it worse because you know those X-Wing pilots party hard.

Can cook, but as a means to survive. He can handle two recipes really well but the rest is just stews and soups because it's hard to get those wrong and they last for ages. However, he's pretty adept at following a recipe and when he does it comes out decent.

Is terrified of the day he'll be asked to choose between his family and the galaxy again, but refuses to even consider the possibility.

Has officially dropped the aloof Jedi facade almost entirely unless it's necessary for something mission-related. It was, he realised, an externalisation of his trauma, and thus he recognises its disappearance as him healing.

Doesn't have any hobbies at all. There was little encouragement of them in the covert, and now he's in his late thirties with a surprising amount of downtime and doesn't actually know how to fill it. Luke encourages him to try new things so he's seeing what sticks at the moment. He's found he actually enjoys overseeing the work to rebuild Mandalore, and he enjoys reading more than he thought he would.

Better cook than Luke, by a long shot. Handles the meals.

Has no actual idea what he looks like in the sense that he doesn't entirely comprehend what he looks like to others. Is he handsome? Is he ugly? Is he average? He genuinely has no idea what others make of him because he's only been seen by like four living adult people and one of them he's literally married to.

Familial relationships: Obviously very close to Leia. They were best friends before, but now there's just added depth, a rock-steady certainty that they will always, always have each other's back. Obi-Wan told him Leia was younger and he's vowed to never, ever tell her.

Tries very hard to both treat Grogu as impartially as possible as his master, but ultimately fails because Grogu is his son. Definitely less of a soft touch than Din, however. He will tell Grogu off if needed.

The closest thing he has to family outside Grogu and Luke is the covert, and that is now a fraught relationship, but the societal norms of the Children of the Watch don't lend themselves to building the deepest relationships. Considers the Armourer as close as realistically possible to a mother figure, consider Paz a brother, in a way, but there's no great depth there, and eventually he realises he feels more of a familial feeling towards Bo-Katan than Paz or the Armourer anymore. He's adrift, in that sense, and it's actually a relief that Luke's side accepts him so openly and generally easily. It's much easier to view Leia as a sister than it ever was to view Paz as a brother.

Platonic relationships: Is friends with all his exes: Han, Lando, Wedge... As for enemies, he does try not to hold grudges, but man he just fucking hates Boba Fett. Poor Din, caught in the middle! Also supremely good at making friends with whoever he meets.

Din's platonic relationships have all been developed extremely recently: Boba, Peli, Fennec, Cobb, Bo-Katan... he's still trying to navigate the concept of having friends. It's weird?

I have no fighting style headcanons for either of them. Just watch canon content? Luke is a powerhouse, Din is supremely competent and prone to head trauma.

Worldbuilding: the rebuilt Jedi Temple is on Mandalore, designed by Luke and built by the New Jedi Order. Eventually they discover a wellspring of the Living Waters on the surface, and they build a garden around it. Neither will live to see Mandalore become green again, but Grogu does.

headcanon ask game

[ohbo-ohno]

Obessed with the idea where you’re just really damn fast in the ghoap serial killer AU.

So Simon and Johnny let you go thinking it’d be a fun little game for them, except— much to their shock— you make them work for it. (Maybe you’re muzzled during this so that you don’t try to scream and attract attention from anyone nearby?)

Just imagining Johnny being giddy with excitement and Simon cocking his head ever so slightly as they watch you disappear into the forest. They’d take off after you, feet thundering against the ground and echoing throughout the forest— and somehow, you seem to speed up even more.

Feel like you would have the advantage of being lighter than Simon and Johnny, letting you gain more momentum, enough to prevent them from capturing momentarily; but I also feel like they’d have shitloads of stamina and their military training to boot.

So maybe in the beginning they take it easy, perhaps underestimating you— something they make sure to not do next time— and just yelling out to you in the forest. Johnny would taunt you with a big shit-eating grin on his face and Simon would say the most ominous shit that would internally freak you the fuck out.

The start to get worried when they notice some smoke and realise some campers or something are nearby.

You notice the same time they do and you take off with them hot on your heels. (Knowing that Death in the form of two men are following close behind you, that these people will likely die because of your choice— knowing and choosing to anyway, praying that they’ll be enough to distract Simon and Johnny long enough so that you can escape.)

Your start to hear sounds, and something stirs in you; but before you can make it another step you’re slammed into the ground and the air is forced out of you. Maybe you’re dazed and can’t focus on anything but breathing at the moment- you don’t even notice when you’re picked up or being moved, can only scream in frustration later when Simon and Johnny have chained you up as punishment.

(Simon ends up putting a leather shock collar on you next time they play so that you don’t get to far— unbeknownst to you of course. You just think that they’re fucking insane and logically, in your brain, said territory just comes with weird kinks on top of that.)

🍋 Anon

Lemon you’re my soulmate

I’m always so torn on how much of a Character to make a reader insert, because I don’t want to actually make an OC. I never describe readers in my WIPS either (so anyone can read them - please let me know if I ever use descriptive words and I’ll cut them out) past having them be AFAB and fem presenting, but the temptation to give them a decently unique background is sooo strong.

I love love love the idea of the Serial Killer AU!Reader being from like, rural southern America (like me lol) and having grown up chasing friends through the forest, so this whole “playing tag with a serial killer” thing ends up being just That taken to its most extreme version. She’s a little bit feral, she’s run barefoot through the woods before, she can do this

The scenario you wrote with the campers has my heart pounding. I could see that going one of two ways

(a) You make it to the campsite. As soon as you spot the smoke you’re off like a shot, and because you’re closer to the campers than Ghost and Soap, you get there first. The poor campers are having a lovely night toasting marshmallows and bam - a naked, muzzled, and filthy woman bursts into the clearing like her ass is on fire.

You try to rush them out - don’t worry about the muzzle you have to fucking go they’re literally right behind you - but they’re not listening, crowding around you instead and prying at the muzzle, at your sluggishly bleeding cuts (from the bushes you’d skimmed). They’re weirdly touchy, and you end up desperately shoving their hands away and near screaming through the muzzle to be heard.

The first one is shot through the head. One second he’s panicking and telling his friends to get away from you, the next his head is just gone - just an explosion of red and brains from a shotgun blast. That gets the others screaming, gets them dashing away from you. But you know it’s too late, can only fall to your knees and squeeze your eyes shut in hopes that it’s over soon.

You only stay like that for a moment, their screams already fading a little with your disassociation, when a rough hand grabs a chunk of your hair and yanks back. Your eyes fly open, and Simon rumbles in your ear, “No, look. Look at what he’s doing to them. Look at what you’ve done to them.” You thrash a little, throwing yourself this way and that to try and get away but Simon’s grip doesn’t loosen at all, and you don’t want him to tear chunks of your hair out. You squeeze your eyes shut to block out the axe Johnny raises high above his head and the screaming girl beneath him, only to feel a heavy smack against your cheek. Simon snarls, his anger radiating through every word. “No. You fucking look. This is your fault, these people wouldn’t have died if you hadn’t fucked everything up. You’re going to watch them suffer, and then you’re going to dig their graves.”

And you do. You watch Johnny decapitate the girl, watch him guy another person and force their head down to see it, watch him strangle a third, bash a fourths head in with a rock. The dirt is more red than brown by the time he’s done, and you can’t hold back the sobs and pained moans, loud enough to be heard even through the muzzle. Johnny sits with you and the corpses while Simon grabs a shovel, reiterates again and again that these people died because you were a fucking idiot, and the three of you are out until sunrise while you dig a grave for them.

Later, Simon bandages your wrecked hands and Johnny coos over you, kisses your palms and apologizes when you whine at the sting. Simon gives you painkillers, and neither of them make you lift a finger until you’re all healed up

(b) You don’t make it to the campsite. Johnny and Ghost have already got you in their sights, and the half second you pause in surprise before taking off to your gives them enough time to catch up. You run with everything you’re worth, sprinting faster than you ever have before to get there before them and pray to God someone has a gun.

You’re almost there, you could nearly throw out a hand and be seen in the clearing, when you’re tackled to the earth. You go rolling, breath knocked out of you and your back erupting in pain as you’re viciously held to the ground. There’s a hand locked around your throat, and body straddling you, and it takes a minute for you to be able to blink past the pain and see that it’s Johnny.

“What were you gonna do, huh? Gonna go running off and beg for help? No one can fucking help you out here, bonnie. We’d slaughter them - might just do it anyway. That what you want? Huh?”

His teeth are bared, sweat dripping from his face to yours and eyes alight in a sort of primal rage. He flips you onto your stomach, fucks you deep into the dirt right there as you stare at your would-be saviors. You scream, cry, beg, and more, but the muzzle muffles you so you’re not even sure if Johnny can hear you. Your orgasm comes just as the first person’s head is blown to smithereens

Love the inclusion of the shock collar again. I feel like it fits more in this AU than the other one tbh

[stonerwitch]

i didn’t know if you’d care if i came back (i have a lot of regrets about that)

summary: kate can’t leave seth, even if he wants her to.

a/n: this is also available on my ao3 and i would worship the ground you walk on if you commented or gave me a lil kudos over there https://archiveofourown.org/works/51804403

Kate had been driving for a whole day before she slams her foot on the break, angrily sighing and putting the car in reverse. She makes her way back to the motel, thumbs nervously tapping the steering wheel and blood still caked onto her face.

He’s probably not even there anymore, she thinks.

Before she knows it she’s pulling up to their room. The light’s still on, so Kate’s hopeful that he’s still there. She grabs the bag of money Seth rudely shoved into her arms the day before and uses the room key she still had to get inside. Surprisingly, he’s still there. He’s passed out—high as a kite, but he’s there. She locks the door behind her and closes the blinds, sets her bags down on the table and makes her way towards Seth.

Seth. The name sounds bittersweet on her tongue.

Seth. The man who kidnapped her and her family. The man who had a gun pointed at her head, more than once. The man who hijacked her family vacation. The man who protected her from monsters. The man who came back for her and her daddy even though he didn’t need to. The man she ran away with. The man who aggravates her to no end. The man who makes her feel safe and not alone. The man who holds her late at night, whispering words of comfort as she falls asleep.

Kate doesn’t really understand how Seth can be all of those things to her. How can the man who took her hostage be the reason she’s able to sleep at night? She doesn’t like to dwell on that thought, likes to file it away in her mind and do her best to ignore it.

She’s tucking pillows on either side of him, something she started after Seth shot up and almost choked on his own vomit. Once Kate is done, she grabs her bag and walks into the bathroom. She turns the shower to the hottest setting it has and starts to peel off her bloody clothes, which now feel like they’ve grafted to her skin. The shower lasts until the hot water runs out, scrubbing her face until it’s red and the skin is irritated. When she’s done, she decides to forgo her own dirty clothes, instead choosing to steal one of Seths undershirts and putting on a clean pair of underwear. Kate knows he’ll be knocked out for at least a few more hours, so she settles on a chair at the table and flicks through the channels on the tv mindlessly until she finds something decent to watch while she waits for him to wake up.

The first Lord of the Rings movie had just ended and the second one was beginning. It was in Spanish but she’d watched the series enough to know the words well enough in her head. When she hears Seth waking up, she mutes the tv and kneels on the ground in front of the bed where he’s laying, her hand finding its way to his cheek.

Seth smiles when he opens his eyes, thinking he’s hallucinating. When he sees the concern on her face, he realizes he’s not hallucinating at all. Pushing her away, he staggers to the other side of the room and rubs his eyes with the heels of his palms. “Thought you left.”

“I didn’t leave.”

He tilts his head, “You literally drove away.”

“Yeah, I did. After you stupidly gave me your half of the money. And, you know, after you literally walked away from me?”

Seth thinks he might be going insane. “Are you actually here right now? I’m not still high? Or dreaming?”

She’s taking small steps towards him now, her hands balled up into fists like she’s trying with everything she has not to knock him out for being so stupid. Instead, she softly replies, “Yes, I’m really here.”

There’s a pregnant pause, like he’s trying to figure out if he believes her. “Why?”

“You’re all I’ve got, Seth. And maybe it’s fucked up but, I care about you.”

The confusion on his face is evident, because Kate Fuller is too good for a common thief like Seth Gecko. Why the fuck would she come back for someone like him? He doesn’t think he’ll ever understand it, but he’s grateful for it. Doesn’t even think he can manage a coherent response. Instead, he pulls her in for a hug, his neck craning down as he settles his face into her neck, breathing in her scent. Strawberries and peaches. He lets himself enjoy the one-sided hug for another moment before he pulls away.

“That is pretty fucked up.” He’s trying to ease the tension, he fucking hates emotional talks, but even he can agree that that was probably one of the dumbest responses he could’ve come up with.

Kate just wordlessly glares at him.

Seth sighs. “Jesus…I’m not good at this.” A beat. “I’m sorry. For everything. I didn’t mean what I said back there. I was pissed and I took it out on you. You were in danger because of me, almost died again because of me. I thought you’d be better off.”

“I’m alive because of you. If you weren’t there, I’d be dead.”

“Rafa saved you.”

She sighs, “He’s dead, Seth. Do you really still need to be jealous of him? You’ve saved me other times and you know that. If the danger of being with you scared me that much then I never would’ve asked to come with you.”

“I’m not—”

Kate raises a brow, telling him I know you’re lying without saying a word.

“Christ… Okay, maybe I was. That’s not– that’s not the point. You’ve been put in so much danger since you met me. Doesn’t that bother you? I literally kidnapped you and got your family killed. Why are you even still here?” Seth questions, still in disbelief that an angel such as Kate Fuller even wants to talk to him, let alone have any kind of relationship with him.

“Of course it bothers me. You can’t even begin to understand the weight of this, of how I feel. Like I’m betraying my family. What happened isn’t your fault, I know it would’ve happened whether you took us or not, but I still feel guilty. Still feel like I’m betraying them. And more so I feel insane for finding safety and comfort in the man who took me as a hostage.” Kate can still see the confusion on his face and sighs, dragging him to the bed. She settles herself on his lap and places a gentle hand on each side of his face, forcing him to look her in the eye. “I don’t fully understand it, maybe I never will. But I can’t imagine my life without you and I don’t want to. Maybe that’s just how you know you love someone, but we’re in this together whether you like it or not.”

Seths entire body stiffens, his hands placed firmly on Kates hips. “I don’t–I don’t understand.”

“Seth Gecko, listen to me very closely. I love you. And I know you probably think that’s naive and crazy and I probably have stockholm syndrome and how could I possibly love someone who took me hostage but, I do. I love you. Like, really love you. And whether you admit it to me or not, I know you feel the same.”

A few minutes pass and he finds himself staring at the muted tv in front of them while Kate fiddles with the hem of Seths shirt. He knows he feels the same. He’s known it for months. He also knows he’s a bastard and a bad man and everything Kate shouldn’t love. She’s an angel and he’s an old man who drove away with her. He took her because he wanted her and ended up ruining her life, her family. Her fathers dead and her brothers a blood sucking monster just like Richie. It’s all his fault even though she’s constantly telling him it’s not. But he’s selfish and always has been.

He doesn’t deserve her or her love, but he takes it anyway.

Because that’s just who he is.

He takes and takes and takes.

And Jesus Christ he loves Kate Fuller and doesn’t think there will ever be a time in his life where he doesn’t. So, he swallows what pride he has left and tells her because she deserves to hear it; whether he’s ready to admit it or not.

“I’ve never loved anyone more.” And it’s true. He hasn’t been in many long term relationships, and even though he used to try and convince himself that he loved Vanessa, he didn’t. Not really. Especially not like this. Not like the blooming he feels in his heart when Kate so much as looks at him. With both hands cradling her face, he spills his heart out to the girl in front of him. The girl he loves. He thinks it’s weird to say out loud. Hasn’t said it (and meant it) to anyone but his brother in years. He thinks it’s kinda liberating.

Kates heart skips a beat, her eyes widen and she lets a soft gasp escape her lips. “Really?” Seth nods, pulling her arms to wrap around his neck while he hums in response. “Wow. I must be pretty special, huh?” The brunette smirks at him, teasing.

Seth chuckles at her joke, “You’re somethin’ else, you know that? Yeah, angel, you’re pretty special.”

Kate just fucking beams at him. Pearly whites sparkling in the moonlight that spilled in through the curtains, her dimples making her look absolutely adorable.

They bask in their confessed love for a moment, a pink hue finding a home in Kates cheeks–giddy with happiness. She leans in to whisper, voice filled with nerves. “Does that mean you’ll finally kiss me?”

Seth scoffs, cause what kind of fucking question is that? “Princess, I thought you’d never ask.”

[bluebudgie]

so after i got the information that in the console versions of the pixel remasters you can switch to the OG soundtrack i caved in and with the power of my amassed nintendo gold points got the ff2 pixel remaster yesterday evening. (context: i'm a pixel remaster hater) (but I'm also on my quest to having played every version of this game available)

i've played about an hour so far (just delivered the mithril) and here's my observations:

while i still think the character sprite work is only rivaled by the psp version in ugliness i have to admit overall it looks better than at least the psp version. the battle effects (like magic) look so much better as actual pixel art. environments look pretty. you can actually change the font to look slightly less horrible by choosing the alternative setting in the options. really not as ugly overall as screenshots online make it out to be. i have to admit defeat here. dont understand why they wont let us change the textbox colour tho.

absolutely stupid that they got rid of character portraits in dialogue boxes. "it's supposed to be close to the original release" - bullshit. this version is as close to the original as literally every other remake this game got. plus some optional quality of life so arguably actually further removed from the original than any other version of this game.

the music box in the extras menu won me over. there was minwu walking along a little road whistling little music notes and suddenly gordon stood in the way and got run over and they both fell to the ground. this is the content i'm here for.

in the german translation the king of fynn says he got shot in the butt and that is not what the english translation says at all and it kills the mood bc the man is dying but it amused me so thats a positive point as well

minimap in dungeons feels cheaty as hell but also who the fuck cares, the dungeons in this game aren't spectacular enough to warrant an actual exploration challenge. means i'm glad the stupid map is there.

overall decent version so far and actually playable with the OG soundtrack selected. i think i might end up prefering this version over the psp release. in which case the only thing the psp version has going for itself at this point are the character portraits. but at least it has the best character portraits of all available versions.

edit: wait i forgot something

minwu is white. i mean i knew this before, this wasnt a new shock but i still cannot believe they whitewashed the man to be as white as untoasted toast

so is firion but that transition already happened years ago with dissidia so its less of a shock. still. holy shit square enix leave your brown characters brown please i cant deal with this

[destinygoldenstar]

Skylor Needs A Hug ; So I Finally Read ‘Quest For Lost Powers’ (Commentary Part 5; Fire Fang)

<< Part 4

Two more chapters, and then we can move on to a different story.

THANK FSM.

I thought this one was decent a first... but that fell down the drain REAL QUICK.

Cause yeah, I got a little upset in the last chapter. Spoilers, this one is no different.

Basically, Kai's being a butt. That's the story.

His development throughout the show is basically ignored.

Let's just cut to it.

[“Oh, boy! You’re tough to keep up with,” Skylor said, panting.]

Yeah, good thing, cause otherwise you would have died!

[“Nope. I think it was a booby trap,” she said.]

“Ha! She said ‘trap’.”

[“You must have stepped on a stone that gave way under your weight.”]

It's all the noodles he's been eating the past... month?

Skylor basically called him fat.

[She’s right, he thought. But instead of gratitude, confusion and anger bubbled up inside him.]

So I do like this paragraph. That IS in character for Kai.

I'm still gonna complain about it though cause I'm awful.

Again, he KNOWS he's in the wrong. He KNOWS her being here is good. And yet he STILL CHOOSES to scream at her.

All I gotta say is, WTF?!

[“You didn’t have to try to catch up to me!” he yelled. “You don’t even need to be here.”]

You're basically saying you WANT to die, cause that's what would've happened right there had this gal not saved you.

[“Just stop saving me, okay? I’ll never get my powers back if I don’t do this myself,” Kai replied. “I don’t need you, Skylor!”]

Kailor Divorce.

This is a Kailor Divorce.

[The glare in her eyes faded and was replaced by a flicker of hurt.]

Can I just say that I want to hug Skylor?

She did nothing wrong this whole book. She's been trying to help. And this PRICK is SCREAMING at her. FOR NO REASON.

Skylor Deserved Better.

In the show AND in this book.

She deserved better.

This picture is framed like a toxic married relationship. The husband got home from work drunk on noddles, upset, tells his wife to go get him some wine from the store. She says no, and he lashes out at her.

PS, it’s good art. I’m just mad about the context.

[“Sure, Kai,” Skylor said. “Good luck trying to defeat Fire Fang on your own.” She hopped over the hole in the path and jogged back to the delivery vehicle.]

DAYUM.

She didn't even fight. She didn't even argue. She just went along with it, and up and left him behind.

Skylor, can I hug you please?

[Skylor’s the best, he thought.]

REALLY?! Cause it sure does not sound like you think that!

You literally just told her to f**k off, and you're like 'Yeah I love that woman'.

JERK.

[“Looks too easy,” he said, and as a precaution, he picked up a rock and threw it through the opening.

Whoosh! Flames shot up from the bottom of the entrance way.]

Ah, we've reached the Indiana Jones part of this story.

[“We hail you, Fire Fang! We are your loyal gang!”]

These goons just have the WORST lines, don't they?

[They’re not carrying their torches, Kai thought. So I should be able to get past them.]

Tell that to the MANY enemies you've faced that don't use fire.

Tell that to Kalmaar.

That went well cause he didn't have a torch, right?

OH. RIGHT.

[He felt especially drawn to the snake’s yellow eyes…but forced himself to look away. They’re hypnotic, Kai thought as an idea came to him.]

They are?!

I thought the Hypnobrai were the only Serpentine that had that ability.

[I need to distract him, and then get close enough to steal my power back…. Kai stepped out of the dark tunnel. “Ninjaaaaaaaaaa-go!” he cried.]

😂

THAT'S your plan?

Just charge straight in?!

10/10 distraction there. They don't expect you to just barge in!

[He twirled back and forth, back and forth, and the giant beast began to sway.]

One, that's a weird way to word Spinjitsu. 'back and forth, back and forth'. That sounds like something from Dora the Explorer. Where they repeat the motion twice. Sometimes three times. Cause they think kids are stupid.

Two...

The way that's worded.

Sounds like he's um... DOING IT with the snake.

[He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, but he knew he had to try.]

Maybe you should've figured out how to absorb the snake's powers BEFORE YOU BARGED IN.

Braincells? What's that?!

Oh that’s a cool design. Ngl. The picture is cut off though in the top right.

Idk if that’s intentional or what.

[The serpent’s scales became hotter to touch, and Kai could spot the fiery glow growing under them.]

Touching a hot stove. Genius.

Who cares about burn wounds?

[This fire—this fire has nothing to do with me, he thought. It’s not mine anymore. It’s Fire Fang’s. I can’t take it. I need to find it within myself somehow.]

“What a surprise.”

Didn’t they say earlier that ‘finding it in yourself’ didn’t work, and that’s why he’s doing this?!

Thanks Ninjago for wasting my time. (I still love you.)

I mean I’m definitely not against that, it’s just the way it’s handled here. Makes the Pyro Viper revenge pretty pointless.

Continued in Part 6 >>

[sexellency]

WAIT I CAN TALK ABOUT SKELETON DICK (and other various bits) NOW.

MKAY so.

By default, the skeleton genus of monster doesn't have natural born genitailia, for obvious reasons. Also, the default gender and pronouns of skeletons upon birth are Non-Binary and They/Them until the monster decides on their gender. Of course, it's not always concrete, and the monster can change their gender at any time, or not choose at all.

Now, being made of pure magic in a way fleshier monsters aren't, they have far more fluidity with the business they create, and it doesn't always 'match' their chosen gender. Or match anything resembling a gender at all, given the wide range of posibilities. And the choice of genitalia may not even be determined by it at all. A very fluid species of monster for sure.

That said; Both Sanses have differing way they handle their skeleton business. (And gender for that matter)

For example:

This guy is arguably pretty blase about his gender. Is he a boy? Sure. A girl? If you say so, pal. A Lacroix of gender. Arguably genderfluid or agender, if he cared enough about it. Though generally he seems most comfortable with male pronouns for the most part.

In terms of his junk though, that tends to actually fall on whatever his current partner is most comforable with. He'll likely ask what his partner is feeling up for, knowing not everyones tasts are the same, and is generally more laid back and unbothered by whatever pops between his legs if left up to Dealer's Choice.

Funnily enough, he actually has somewhat of an oral fixation, and more enjoys using his tongue (or whatever passes as a tongue at that moment) more than his junk at times. Sans also tends to lean more service top in a way, more into pleasing his partner, and not too upset if he doesn't get his. He's equally fine with bottoming too, less work for him (lol).

He's had a decent number of partners (both romantic and sexual) in his lifetime so far, whenever he manages to actally find the time.

Now THIS rat bastard, he's a whore. Almost literally. But we'll get to that.

In regards to gender, he's actually as equally 'whatever' about it internally as Sans is. But tends to lean more masculine regardless, usually because more feminine terms were used to describe him as weak in some way. Lets say Masc-Leaning Non-Binary for sake of simplicity.

Now, Red is very skilled in made-to-order junk crafting. Pussy, Dick, Tentacles, whatever you want. (Won't stop him from tellin you to suck his dick regardless.) As I said, he's kind of a whore, but like actually. He's sold his body more than once to get by, though doesn't have to nearly as much nowadays. That said, it doesn't mean he doesn't go seeking things out when he gets an itch.

Red leans more top, like literally on top, lowkey out of almost fear. You'll be hard pressed to get him in a vulnerable situation, even if he is bottoming, as he's really uncomfortable with someone else having that kind of control and access to him. It's not that he can't, its more that he won't unless you're someone he can deeply and truly trust. To truly top or even dom(me) him is quite the feat, especially in any kind of gentle manner.

Red has had FAR more sexual encounters than romantic, by a long shot, for obvious reasons. Trust is something extremely important to him, so you gotta really earn it.

I would also like to note that it takes extra energy to super-size anything for both of them. So be prepared for an extra lazy ass skeleton if that's your thing.

[emotionalwizard]

...Gonna do it for one of my home-crafted blorbos. Self-indulgence below the cut.

I choose Billy Bob AKA "Hawk Stormeye but PLEASE don't call me that. I don't know what my parents were thinking," modern day marksman, trickshooter, show-off, ten-gallon hat cowboy twink.

(Sketch by my lovely boyfriend <3)

1. Massively! I tend to latch onto an idea and seek out a variety of media influences. Billy Bob was cultured from Belbo from the Hobo Hobo Funni Show, Clover from way back when Undertale Yellow was just a demo in 2016 (and a mod for Rivals of Aether), the Hermit mod from Slay the Spire, James Anderson AKA Marshall from the game Outlaws, and the protagonist of the Doom mod High Noon Drifter.

2. Billy Bob's typical genres are action, comedy, and horror oriented. In those, obviously, he excels. In settings where action isn't really a major factor, he'd be a sterling romantic.

3. Politicking. He has quite literally brought his Colt 1911 Single-Action Army revolver and openly carried it into a diplomatic function. When arguments arose, he fired a warning shot. He's a bit low on patience when it comes to that sort of thing.

4. Billy Bob is fortunate enough to exist in the internet era. While he doesn't do a lot of media, he does appreciate a good comedy or cartoon. He'd probably find Adventure Time and such fascinating and own a Garfield mug.

5. As of right now, the main theme of Outlaws, A Teaspoon of Gunpowder from Undertale Yellow, I Tell Ya What! from Hobo Funni Show, Mr. Weebl's Honk, and, slightly less seriously The Frenzied Firearm, G U N (Paper Maper: The Origami Korigami Cover), etc. Highly emotional individual, usually pretty over-the-top chipper. Can and will take a life.

6. N/A

7. Technically speaking, as a second-generation Welsh immigrant, you could claim he was always cosplaying the Man With No Name at all times. He'd probably make a decent Link, though.

8. Yes. It took him a while to realize the full immensities of his love of cowboys.

9. Fix-fic. So much.

10. Last game I played was Dusk, so he'd be right at home.

I actually like to roleplay as him in various games. Most notably, Doom's Hideous Destructor Mod (pair of revolvers and either the double-barrel or the bolt-action rifle and you're good) and Teardown (shotgun, what looks like a revolver, and a hunting rifle, all mapped to the 3 key).

11. I have an entire AU version of him for my boyfriend's magical girl setting. In that setting, his "magical girl transformation" turns him into a lightning-themed cowboy with a six-shooter. Bullets that carry an electric charge, fired from a hard-light six shooter with enough force to blow through an inch of steel sheet and not stop and enough charge to leave any survivors stunned. It's also a whip because that's his signature non-gun weapon and that kind of this is pretty normal for the setting. He's also just straight up fast.

12. N/A, not familiar with it.

13. Mudsdale, Tauros, Herdier. Probably also wants a Rapidash.

14. There's a few options, off the top of my head. Fighter gives him the best ability to fan the hammer, artificer matches up with some of his hobbies, which include smithing and shoeing, and ranger has a homebrew option from Pointy Hat specifically for cowboys.

He'd probably want to play a ranger or rogue. Something dex-based. High Charisma.

Or bard. And he'd sing at the table.

15. Depends on what you mean by "standard slasher movie." He's not exactly the type of character to get "final girl" status, so if the main metric of survival is authorial bias and I'm not writing it, he'd probably get screwed by the author for being bisexual, promiscuous, and trigger-happy.

If "standard slasher movie" just means "He's been chucked into Dead By Daylight, but the Entity forgot to frisk him for weapons," then he's going big game hunting.

Michael Myers was temporarily knocked out from a full cylinder dump from a S&W Model 15 .38 Special, followed by a fall from the second floor, and that was scattered shots across his upper torso. Sure, he's tough, but a bear can generally survive the same encounter just fine. No bear is surviving 5 consecutive headshots from a Winchester .308.

16. Drop-in uncle for the younger characters. Token white guy.

17. Banjo & Kazooie and the Duck Hunt Duo. He may also like Zero Suit Samus.

18. Strikes me as a Donkey Kong main.

19. Horrifyingly hard to kill red shirt.

20. Charmer and hitter.

21. He's absolutely the type of revenant that crawls out of Hell after holding up the Devil... and immediately goes back to living it up on Earth.

22. Firebender, if he has to be a bender. He strikes me as the type who wouldn't HAVE bending, but would make up for it in other ways.

23. Step one is to make sure his guns can still be maintained and utilized somehow. If magic exists that renders ammo a non-issue, he's going to over the moon to be the first known Gun Wizard. After that, he'll likely go looking for ways to return home while making sure not to hand out his name. "That's how the aos si getcha, 'ccordin' to mah pa!"

Probably not all that noticeable in the grand scheme of things. Just another adventurer with a somewhat unusual weapon.

24. Trick question! If played by a human actor, we're getting a full Tim Curry "I Am Also a Muppet" experience or they don't get the role. Otherwise, VERY Muppet.

25. It's a bullseye. A gun might send the wrong message, and it would be vetoed by the censors.

26. If he's singing in a musical and it isn't something written by Johnny Cash, then something it probably wrong. That said, whatever it is, he's EXTREMELY into it.

27. God, it's hard to choose, but I'll have to say he's the red herring. "The Best Gunslinger This Side of the Mississippi" with a known hair-trigger temper and open-carry license in the same building as someone with gunshot wounds? Seems too likely to be false.

28. Lemme fetch a generator... "Blazeheart," I guess? Definitely the type of cat to mooch off humans and scare gators off your porch.

29. Well, normally, he'd crack a joke and say that he'd be a human in any universe, and a beast-tamer all the same, wink wink nudge nudge, but if he HAS to give a real answer in the next five seconds or lose his brain privileges, he's a squirrel.

Pop Culture and Fandom-Themed OC Questions

I came up with some pop culture-y OC questions because I like silly OC games. Some of these are more general, while others are for a specific genre or piece of media. Go ahead and reblog to use for your own OCs!

Was your OC influenced or inspired by any particular fictional character(s) when you made them?

What genre (not counting the one they’re in) would your OC thrive in?

What genre would your OC do badly in but it would be hilarious or interesting to watch?

What media does your character enjoy? (For characters in settings that aren’t modern Earth, could be media from their home setting or what they’d like in a modern Earth AU)

What song(s) do you associate with your OC?

Alternatively, do you have any OCs you associate with the song(s) I just sent you?

If your OC had to cosplay as a fictional character, who would they choose?

Has your OC ever had a crush on a fictional (to them) character?

If your OC wrote fanfiction (or if they already do), what type? (fix fic, ship, crossovers, AUs, smut, etc.)

How would your OC do in the last book/movie/tv show/game/etc. you read/watched/played?

If your OC was a superhero, what would they be like? (powers, title, general vibe, etc.)

What animal would your OC have as their His Dark Materials daemon?

What Pokémon would be on your OC’s team and/or what would be their preferred type?

If your OC was a Dungeons and Dragons character, what would their class be? And/or: If they were playing D&D, what kind of character might they play? (these aren’t necessarily the same thing)

How well would your OC do in a standard slasher movie?

What stock character would your OC be stuck as in a sitcom?

Who would your OC main in Super Smash Bros?

Who would your OC play in Mario Kart?

If your OC was in Star Trek’s Starfleet, what would be their role/position? Or, if that doesn’t really fit your OC: why would they get kicked out of Starfleet?

What role would your OC play in a heist story?

What kind of classic horror monster (vampire, werewolf, alien, etc.) would your OC be?

What type of Avatar The Last Airbender-type bender (or non-bender) would your OC be? Any bending specialties?

Your OC gets isekai’d to a bog-standard fantasy world. What does your OC do and how badly does it go for that world?

In the Muppet version of your story, is this particular OC a Muppet or the one human?

What would be your OC’s My Little Pony cutie mark?

Your OC is stuck in a musical episode. What song(s) do they sing? (And how thrilled or annoyed are they about being stuck in a musical?)

In a murder mystery, what role would your OC play? (e.g. detective, sidekick, wacky suspect, rival investigator who gets in thew way, red herring, true culprit)

What is your OC’s Warrior Cats name?

Gun to their head, what is your OC’s fursona?

[vera-deville]

IKEA Shenanigans

01/20/2023 - 01/29/2023

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Word Count: 1,775

Warnings: There's some cussing, (more from the reader than Katsuki actually)

Gender: AFAB

Notes: So, I was going through fanfic ideas, and I came across one where the Reader's younger sibling gets lost in IKEA, and they need the character's help finding them.

Now, I find this funny (though I don't think I'd ever lose a child, but hey, there's a first time for everything). I tried thinking about which character to write for this one shot, and I ended up choosing Katsuki Bakugou.

This is quite exciting for me, because I've never written for BNHA before, though I drown myself in Bakugou fanfics practically every week-

Anywho, I hope that this is an acceptable entry into the BNHA fanfic realm! Fair warning, Katsuki doesn't do much talking in this, and honestly, there's not even much interaction between the reader and Katsuki.

Now, I did write this keeping the Reader as AFAB, but if you'd like a gender neutral version, please let me know!

Y/N has younger siblings in this one, one being a brother and another being a sister.

Oh, and this was not a request!

In which Katsuki Bakugou helps the Reader to find their younger siblings who have snuck away in IKEA.

If Y/N had a doubloon for every time her younger siblings got lost out in public, despite her keeping an eye on them and telling them to stay close, she'd probably have two or three doubloons, which isn't much, but the fact that it's happened that many times is still rather annoying.

And right now was one of those times. 

Y/N swore that she'd wring their necks the second she could, but the top most priority at the current moment was to find the little gremlins.

Y/N understood their excitement, really. The family had recently moved, and the twins who had previously shared a room, now had their own separate rooms, and they were allowed to decorate their rooms however they'd liked (as long as it stayed within the budget and actually looked decent and relatively put together).

But that didn't mean that they had the free all to disappear the second their older sister, who, mind you, was put in charge of watching over them while their parents were in a different section of the insanely large store, just because they could.

Because of this, Y/N had to find them, wherever they were, before her parents could get wind that she'd lost them.

And so began the great search of two pint sized demon spawn in the middle of IKEA, where they could be anywhere.

But first things first.

Y/N had to figure out where exactly she was.

After briskly walking around (with no help from her lack of sense of direction) for five minutes, Y/N located the map of the floor. Seems she was at the living rooms. Makes sense. There were literal living rooms around her. Probably should have figured that one out faster-

Y/N searched every living room, and somehow got lost in one of the rooms (though she did eventually find her way back to familiar territory), and still no sign of her younger siblings. Next up, she maneuvered her way into the sofa beds section (referencing the map she took a picture of earlier), and funnily enough, she saw a splash of very familiar sandy-blonde nearby. Whipping her head back, she scanned through the people, but couldn't find what she thought she'd seen, so she went back to her original search.

Luckily for Y/N, the sofa beds were not as confusing as the rooms, and searching through the whole section, she still couldn't find the brats.

And just like that, the dining section had been passed, just as the the wall units and media storage, workspace, and kitchen sections has been (with, mind you, still no sign of the two troublemakers).

At this moment, Y/N started panicking more than she had before, because she started thinking that perhaps she'd missed her siblings in one of the previous sections, or perhaps they had somehow evaded her sight and rushed back to one of the said previous sections. She didn't know how much time she had left before her parents came upstairs and found her, alone, without the two tiny human beings she was entrusted with.

God she'd make a terrible parent-

After panicking for what felt like fifteen minutes (when in actuality, it was just four), Y/N stood back up from her crouched position, straightened her back, rolled her shoulders, took a deep breath, and started walking back to where her search first started. Whether the kids were actually there or not, she did not know, but...it wouldn't hurt to check, right?

And so she passed the kitchens, the media storages, and everything else in between until she once again found herself in the maze of living rooms, and the verge of another panic attack. She crouched down, hugging herself, and quite vocally scolding herself over the fact that her siblings were most probably in the sections that she had not searched yet, which were the bedrooms and children's things.

Too busy cursing herself for her stupidity of having wasted precious time trying to find the twerps, and more importantly, having lost them in the first place, Y/N didn't notice the heavy, but calculated footsteps steadily approaching her (still) crouched figure.

When a hand pressed on her shoulder, Y/N wildly sucker punched whoever it was that dared touch her, and grew nervous when the stranger skillfully grabbed her wrist before the damage could be done.

Locking eyes with the stranger's vermillion ones, Y/N felt her soul leave her body because, as it turned out, it was no stranger that she'd just tried to sucker punch.

No, absolutely not.

It was Katsuki fucking Bakugou.

Her long time crush.

IN IKEA.

If the ground could swallow her up whole, Y/N desperately though it'd be a brilliant time for that to happen.

"The fuck are you doing on the ground?" Asked Bakugou.

Y/N could feel his inquisitive, yet grumpy gaze, and stood up, dusting off whatever dust particles may have gathered on her outfit. "I was just tying my shoelaces. I'm surprised to see you here though. What're you up to?" She applauded herself in her mind for seeming so cool and casual and not a complete mess, completely forgetting her choice of footwear.

Katsuki took note of the ironic buckle shoes Y/N, which had no laces, but didn't make it verbally known, and instead told her that his parents wanted to get some stuff and he had to come along.

As much as Y/N wanted to continue talking to her crush of who knows how long, she did have a very important mission. Love comes only after idiots who get themselves lost. Unfortunately.

"Actually, I'm looking for my younger brother and sister. I've been searching for them for ages, and the twerps still refuse to be found. So, I gotta go find them. See you at school on Monday!" Y/N said as she started making her way back to the bedroom and children's IKEA sections as she still hadn't searched those areas.

"Wait, your siblings wouldn't by any chance be twins around the age of seven, would they?" Katsuki asked.

Surprised, Y/N nodded her head and told him that he was indeed correct.

Without a further explanation, Katsuki told Y/N to follow him, as he skillfully lead her through the crowds of people and the mind-numbing layout (at least in Y/N's opinion) of the store, all the way to the children's IKEA.

And right there, were two children, fighting over who saw first and, therefore, gets to buy the canopy they found.

Y/N facepalmed (slightly startling Katsuki) at the pathetic sight. The idiots could have just bought a canopy each, why the hell were they fighting over one freaking canopy?

Katsuki stayed quiet, and decided to just witness the scene before him when Y/N walked over to her siblings and smacked them both on the back of their heads.

Furious, the children started directing their potential anger at Y/N for showing up out of nowhere and smacking them, only for the eldest to start her own tirade against the young ones. Pretty soon, Katsuki was blessed (not really) with the sight of three siblings, one with a decent age gap between the other two, mind you, arguing with each other about the most random shit.

One was pissed about the other two sneaking away to the other fucking side of the store, one was pissed about getting smacked in the head because apparently they told them that they'd be going to the children's section (and the canopy), and the last one was pissed about (also) get smacked in the head, as well as the canopy, and a stuffed animal (Katsuki didn't know where that one came from), and a bunch of other things.

"Y/N, sweetie, there you kids are!" Yelled a familiar voice.

Immediately, the three siblings morphed into completely different people and greeted their mother and father with the faces (and attitudes) of angels, as if they hadn't been straight up fighting a few seconds ago.

Bakugou couldn't help but wonder if they all had split-personality or something.

"Hey mom! Did you guys get what you needed to get?" Asked Y/N, skillfully taking the canopy away from the twins, who were eyeing it greedily.

"We did. Though it was a hassle finding our way through the place. Did you guys get lost? Your father and I had to ask five different people for directions, can you believe it?" Y/N's mother said. "Oh, and your father being your father, said that he knew exactly where we were, but he only got us more lost than we already were."

Y/N and her siblings laughed at this, and Katsuki felt incredibly weird just standing there, with this family interacting in front of him, completely forgetting his existence. And yet, it was sort of nice seeing Y/N the way she was. It was...domestic in a way.

And right as he was thinking that, they matriarch of the L/N family noticed him, and asked Y/N about him. Katsuki unconsciously straightened his spine, while Y/N introduced him.

"Oh, this is my friend from school! We randomly bumped into each other here while the twins were picking out their canopies, and he was helping us choose some stuff." Replied Y/N, sneaking a threatening glance at the twins to make sure they keep their mouths shut about her lie. The twins obliged.

Now, feeling even more awkward, Katsuki (somehow) pleasantly greeted Y/N's parents, and lied about how his parents were probably looking for him, and he had to get going. Y/N's parents told him it was nice meeting him, before telling their kids that they'd best be going as well, and get their items all checked out.

The twins went along with their parents, and Y/N lingered behind for a bit. Looking at Bakugou, she said in a sweet voice, "It was nice you outside of school. We should totally hang sometime!"

Before Katsuki could tell her that he wasn't going to fucking meet up with her outside of school, since he already saw her dumb face enough in school (that's a lie, he definitely wanted to meet up), Y/N told him one final thing before prancing away, "Tell anyone I lost the two shitheads and your neck will be lacking a head~"

Yup, Y/N was still the same even outside of school.

With a smirk on his face, Katsuki made his way back to where his parents were supposed to be, already awaiting seeing Y/N at school on Monday.

~ Vera Lisle