#my favorite colors are very light pretty blues and greens and they all look uglier now

[echothelover]

Whoever came up with the phrase "rose tinted glasses" never had to wear red glasses 24/7

[angelspigeon]

What if Namine and Xion are trying makeup but they've literally never done it before so they have no idea how it works. Lea stumbles upon them and has to teach them

Hi!!!

Thank you for your ask!!

I’m totally Naminé and Xion on this so my best friend (who is totally my Lea) had to help me out a bit. I did my best and I hope it will please you!!!

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“Olette is always so pretty…” Xion let out with a soft sigh.

At a few paces from her, and Naminé sat on the bench next to her, Olette was talking with Seifer. Sometimes, she laughed softly. For once, they weren’t with Roxas, Hayner and Pence and it was all girl-things. Hayner thought they will talk boys, pretty mammals and crafts. He was wrong!

Except for the crafts.

They all loved crafting and drawing.

But except that, they were talking about how to fight correctly, self-defense and a bit of their favorite books. Olette’s favorite was a Knight story the two girls wanted to read and, hearing about the evil witch, Naminé was thrilled to see her because she wanted to draw that!!

But then Seifer came to ask something to Olette and here they are.

Not that neither of them was surprised. Maybe it was a part of those “girly talk” they were supposed to have according to Hayner, and sometimes Roxas, but they were the only one to know Olette was dating Seifer. Hayner wouldn’t like that because he was still his ‘enemy’ and he would worry for his best friend.

Or maybe she was worrying for nothing.

Anyway…

Olette was always so pretty. How was it possible? She never had bedhead, she always had red cheek, a pretty smile with colorful lips, even sick, and deer eyes…

Xion thought she was pretty, and cute, which their fathers would approve but it happened time where she felt ugly. Same for Naminé.

“She’s using makeup, you know? You can close your mouths.”

Xion and Naminé both turned their head toward Fuu who came with Seifer.

“Makeup?” Naminé repeated.

Fuu nodded.

“Do you use some too?” Xion asked.

Fuu nodded once again.

Xion and Naminé leaned in to watch her. Fuu turned on the side, showing their back to them. Naminé glanced at Olette.

“I would like to be as pretty as Olette,” she sighed.

“Do you have some makeup we can borrow, Fuu, pretty please?” Xion asked, using her best weapon.

The puppy eyes.

Fuu watched them. “You should buy your own. You would have the color you like.”

Xion and Naminé glanced at each other. They have money every week and they could buy what they want. They could buy some of those?

Naminé was an artist so she was confident!

It shouldn’t be that difficult to draw on a face instead of paper!!!

  It was a bit late when the two girls came back from their expedition in the supermarket. They took out vests and shoes and walked quickly toward the stairs.

“Xion, Naminé?”

They both stopped in the steps.

“Yes?” Naminé said.

“You’re late. Is something wrong?”

“No, no!! The food is already ready?” Xion asked.

“No.” Isa came in the room with a frown. “You haven’t done anything bad?”

“I swear!” Xion said, raising her hands.

“Hm… Make sure to have your homework done before we eat. The food must be ready in one hour.”

“Okay!”

None of them were afraid of that possible lack of them. Finally, Olette stayed a lot with Seifer. They both understood and so they just did their homework while she enjoyed a bit of time with her boyfriend.

And now, they were going on their room to try some makeup.

They took out the boxes they have bought with a bit of excitation. They had taken so many colors…

Xion had seen a box with wrote ‘Mermaid makeup’ and so she took it. It was green, blue and purple, mostly, and full of glitter!! It brought back some memories. It was pleasant… Naminé had chosen the lipstick and she chose different red pretty shiny.

They were both excited.

“Can I use this pretty orange?” Naminé asked, showing it to Xion.

“Yes!” she replied. “I really like this pink but don’t you think the blue would be better?”

“I like the blue too!” her sister replied. “You should use it!”

“Okay!”

They were both excited. As Xion used the little tool they received with the box, Naminé used a mirror to try to put on some mascara. The salesgirl managed to have them buy it, saying it was really good. They supposed Olette had some too, since she was so pretty, and so they accepted it!

  A few minutes later, Xion and Naminé were looking each other and… it was hard to say to the others the sad truth.

If Olette used makeup to be pretty, though she was without it of course, they only succeed to be uglier. They looked… well, like clowns.

“Hm… Maybe…” Xion muttered. “Maybe I can fix a little your? It misses… uh…”

“I know it’s not good… I thought it would be as easy as drawing…” Naminé whispered, a bit disappointed.

They heard a knock against the door and it opened just after. Naminé hid her face immediately. Xion looked down.

“Yeees?” she said.

It was Lea.

“Is this makeup?” the man asked.

“Maybe?” Xion replied.

“I see.”

“We can use our money for that, right?” she asked.

He nodded. “Satisfied?”

Naminé moved her hands, showing a sad face.

“It’s very awful,” she muttered.

Lea approached her hand ruffled her hairs. “I think it’s pretty good for a first time! And you have some stunning colors! I like them!”

“But… we wanted to be pretty. Like Olette…”

“Olette?” Lea repeated. “You’re prettier than her!! My baby girls are the most beautiful Princesses alive!!” he said.

“You say that just because you’re our dad!” Xion replied with a tiny smile.

“Mayyybeee,” he replied. He crouched next to them. “You wanna me to show you how to do?”

“To makeup?” Xion repeated.

“Yes!”

“You know how to do?” Naminé asked.

“How do you think I’m that pretty?!” Lea laughed. “I will give you something to remove the makeup and then, you’ll become FABULOUS!!!”

“Yes, please!!” they both said, thrilled again.

“Nice!”

Lea got up and went in his room to come back a bit after. He showed them how to do correctly. The tissues were covered with shiny colors now but Naminé was intrigued by the brushes she could see.

“I think we can pass the foundation for now because you are the cutest but I will have to show you, one day,” he said as he looked them. “You want me to do it on myself and so you can try after?”

They look at each other then him.

They would have been happy to have Lea doing the makeup for them but they also wanted to do it by themselves!

“Yes, please!” Xion said. “Can you use the blue?”

“And also this red for the lips?” Naminé asked.

“And how do you put on mascara?”

“And eyeliner? Is those colored eyeliners are okay?”

“How to have red cheeks?” Xion wondered.

“Woah! Yes for all!! Colorful eyeliners are neat but be careful. Let’s see how this will look first! And red cheeks is blush but you hadn’t buy some. Maybe we can manage to do some with your eyeshadows but I’m not sure… I’ll volunteer and will see!!”

“Yes!!”

  “The dinner is ready!!” Isa called.

Roxas was the first one to arrive in the dinner room, hungry. When he smelled the perfume of the meal, he was even more excited to eat. He hoped his sisters and his dad will arrive soon.

Lea was the first one to step in.

“You ready?” he said.

Roxas frowned when he saw him. He was used to see him put light makeup but it was rare to see him with so much makeup. Though it was pretty on him. The blue was appealing the natural color of his hairs.

“You’re very pretty,” Isa commented. “Ready for what?”

Lea moved on the side.

Xion and Naminé appeared, one with blue eyeshadow, black eyeliner and peach lips and the other with glittering pink eyelids, red lips and deep pink eyeliner.

“You’re both lovely,” Isa smiled.

“You did that?” Roxas asked.

Xion nodded.

“It’s nice!”

They were both relieved. And excited to try to do it themselves but… they will have to receive a bit of help for some times again!!

[closetcasefabray]

Blue + Yellow (1 / 2)

@coeurdastronaute’s “colors” soulmates au inspired me to write a different take. thank weird tumblr app crap for the formatting and two parts. still a rather unedited & rushed drabble/fic, but i had to write it and wanted to share so here’s this messy, sappy thing. (forever a sucker for this sort of stuff. also clexa.)

Blue + Yellow

Part 1 / 2

“The leaves are green, Daddy,” you say, skipping through the park on a rare September afternoon your dad has off from work. You don’t think much of your comment, really, because you’re too busy taking in the world now to talk about it, but this simple statement makes him stop in his tracks as you skip ahead.

He clears his throat and picks up his stride again, so you keep skipping along. “Did you learn that in school, hon?”

“Well, yeah,” you say with a roll of your eyes at the memory of tedious flashcard lessons with your classmates, all of you droning back the colors and pairing with an object that color, “but now I don’t have to memorize everything,” you add with pride.

“When did you start seeing colors?” he asks, his voice soft as you take his hand, opting to walk beside him instead. When you look up at him, he’s looking at you with shining eyes, and you feel a hundred nervous butterflies in your stomach, wondering if you should have said something sooner.

“Yesterday morning, just a little,” you say, feeling less worried when your dad gives your hand a little squeeze. “Today it’s all super bright, though.”

“Yesterday at school?”

“Before school, when I woke up? ... I think.” You remember your head hurt at school the day before, and you were tired as soon as you got home from Kids’ Club after school. You don’t remember seeing any colors though, not until the next morning. “Like... some of my cereal was green... and the limes in the fruit bowl!”

″That’s good, Clarke,” your dad says with a bright smile, picking you up into a tight hug. You both growl into your “bear hug” like always.

“So does that mean I’ll meet someone like you or Mommy? Or I’ll fall in love like you and Mommy?” you ask as your dad adjusts his arms to carry you like when you were smaller. You try to remember what your parents told you about seeing colors some day, so you close your eyes to think because what was once mindless, dreary gray is now a loud, growing spectrum of color. 

“It means you’ve already met them.”

“I don’t feel like I’m in love.”

“It just might take time, hon.”

You’re quiet for a moment as you think about this new information. After a few moments of silence, you open your eyes and look at your dad with eyes like yours. “Ewwww, I hope it’s not that boy, Bellamy. I like his sister, Octavia. She’s in my class. But he plays too rough at recess.”

You’ll always remember the sound of your father’s laughter at that, three perfect laugh lines at the corners of his blue eyes. You laugh too, and you feel his deep chuckle rumble in his chest against yours. You wrap your arms around him tighter as you pass under a row of trees on the path, and the green leaves rustling in the wind seem to laugh with you both—everything easy and gentle.

A week passes, and now you can see the colors of the rainbow and everything in-between R.O.Y.G.B.I.V. Your art teacher, Mr. Kane, lets you stay in the art room during Kids’ Club after school. He cleans and prepares lessons while you mix the few paints he has in search of your new favorite color. Because of your immediate gravitation toward art, you parents invest in a paint set. You know they’re expensive and for grown-ups because most paint sets aren’t made for kids; painting is a skill mostly adults learn.

Your parents never seem concerned about their five-year-old having met her soulmate, but you do overhear parts of one hushed argument. Your dad insists on asking other parents at the school, and your mom says something about it making sense “in due time.” They both conclude they’re “old-fashioned,” and you’re not sure what that means, but you hear them kiss and decide to go back to bed.

You know it isn’t common for children to see colors so early and you know you’re the youngest in your small town to have found their soulmate... kind of. Out of curiosity, you start asking your classmates if they see in color too, but they all say no. Some even tease you because grown-ups see colors, and they kiss and have coodies.

You learn to be more subtle about it after.

It’s a Friday, so your mom picks you up to go to the park instead of Kids’ Club. She’ll work late, overnight into Saturday evening, sometimes well past Sunday afternoon, so she spends the time she can with you.

It’s been almost a month since you started school and began seeing the world in color. It makes you tired, trying to explain it and understand it. You're pretty sure you’ve learned all you need to know as a five-year-old and no one in school sees what you do, so you dramatically asked your dad, “What’s the point?” and threw yourself back onto your bed when he tried to get you up for school this past Monday. He had to explain that school lasts basically forever, but some day you can go to a grown-up school and just study art if you want, “if you work at it.” So you fill your nights and weekends with coloring and drawing and painting, which is much more exciting than learning math and the alphabet.

You played tag for a bit with Wells and Octavia, but they had to go home and right now you’re happy sitting at a picnic table with your crayons and activity book. Your mom talks with another mother nearby, waving and coming over to see what you’re coloring every so often. Crayons aren’t very fun; they don’t blend well and they’re made cheap and in weird hues that starkly contrast each other for kids who only see in greys, but they’re all you have since your mom won’t let you bring your paint set or special paper and brushes anywhere but art class or home.

“What are you doing?” a voice asks.

"Coloring,” you say, finishing the last petal of a sunflower. “Do you wanna color with me?” You look up and you remember her from a few weeks ago. You remember her pretty face and dark hair and the same skirt she had on for school. Now you can see her skirt is charcoal—boring and almost exactly the same as before—but her hair is brown, almost auburn in the early evening sunlight. Most of all, you notice her eyes—green like those laughing leaves.

“I’m not very good,” the girl says timidly.

You’re used to this; most kids like tracing or doodling because coloring is like schoolwork—you have to memorize everything, like, “the sky is blue, the sun is yellow, the grass is green.” You decide the grass nearby is a much uglier green than you see in this other girl’s eyes.

“That’s okay,” you say, scooting over to make room on the bench. “I can help.”

She takes off her backpack to sit at the picnic table. “Your name is Clarke, right?” she asks as she settles beside you.

You nod.

“I’m Lexa,” she says to remind you.

You appreciate it because you didn’t remember it. You feel your cheeks get warm and repeat Lexa in your head over and over so you’ll remember for next time. You notice she kept on her school skirt but changed out of the white polo private school kids wear, opting for a soft-yellow t-shirt with a sun in sunglasses on it. “You go to St. Mary’s, don’t you?” 

“Mhm.” Lexa picks up a crayon and fiddles with it nervously as she looks at it for a moment.

“You use that one for the sky,” you say, ripping out a page from your activity book for her to color—a sailboat on the water with the sun in the sky.

″I know,” she replies quietly, beginning to color the sky, careful not to get blue in the lines of the sun or sailboat.

“Sorry,” you say, unsure if you should ask if she knows her colors from school or sees them like you. Instead you decide to say, “I know you from that coffee place.“

“Mhm.”

“Our moms were sleepy and getting coffee before school.”

“She’s not my mom,” Lexa says. She doesn’t sound upset, but she keeps her attention focused on coloring the sky.

“Oh, well she was a nice lady,” you say with a shrug, “and you were in your uniform. Is it weird wearing a uniform?”

“No, but I can get ready for school real fast.”

“Hm... It just seems kind of boring to me.”

Lexa laughs and you smile at the sound and sight of her grin. “It is,” she agrees.

You chew your lip nervously before asking, “What’s your favorite color?”

Lexa looks at the half-colored paper before turning toward you to sit criss-cross applesauce. She tilts her head and hums as she thinks for a moment. “Blue... or yellow. I haven’t decided. What’s yours?”

“Blue plus yellow.”

“Equals green. Like pine trees.”

“What are pine trees?”

“Christmas trees but without the lights and stuff hanging on them.”

“Oh, yeah! I like that green. I like all kinds of green!”

“Lexa,” a voice calls, interrupting your smiles and conversation, “we have to go back to the house to pack.” A girl appears beside the table and picks up Lexa’s backpack. She looks much older and cooler than you, and also like she could scare Bellamy. Before you can say a word, the girl huffs and starts walking off.

“Sorry. That’s my sister. I’ve gotta go,” Lexa says, setting down her crayon. “Thanks for letting me color with you.”

You pout and you think your heart knows what’s happening more than you have words for. “Will you be here tomorrow?”

“Let’s go, Lexa,” the other girl demands; despite the frustration in her voice, she mostly seems sad.

Lexa shakes her head. “Today was my last day at St. Mary’s. We’re moving to New York City tomorrow with my new family.”

“Oh...” the sound seems to fall out of your chest. “I’ll see you again some day though,” you manage with a smile. “My dad and Mr. Kane say if I work hard enough and paint, one day I could make art in a city or go to school there.”

Lexa smiles back. “OK.”

“You want your coloring?” you ask, offering her the unfinished page.

“You keep it. Paint something yellow or blue for me when you come to New York. Like a sunset or your hair... or your eyes. I like your eyes,” she pauses before adding, “Yeah, I think blue is my favorite. but yellow is my second favorite.”

“OK, I promise.”

“See you later, Clarke.”

You wave goodbye and some minutes later, when you’re by yourself and can’t seem to color because the sunset looks too golden, your mom comes over to check on you. “Did you make a friend, Clarke?”

“Yeah. I think so.”

Part 2 / 2

[sargentsnowy-blog]

Sleepover

Welcome back your 11 year old author!!!! Lets see…

Still have a lot of ideas. So lets get started.

Today, I’m gonna remake the episode Sleepover into a Starco related thingy mi gig. Lets get it…

/\/\

Star pulled her brownies from the oven and smiled as her friends took them. They looked happy, but didn’t seem it. But she didn’t care because they thought they were good. And she was even more happy when StarFan13 ate the rest of them.

Star grinned at the girls, ready to get started with the fun after they got Marco. Where was Marco anyway? Suddenly, as if on cue, piano jazz came from the living room. Intrigued, Star and the girls walked to the living room. They then saw Marco, playing the keyboard, speaker towards the kitchen. Clearly, he wanted them to hear it.

He wore a jean vest over his gray undershirt, usual black jeans and had on sunglasses. Secretly, Star was mesmerized by him. Not playing the jazz piano, but how he looked in the jean vest. He should wear it more.

“Oh hey girls, just playin the piano.” Marco greeted. He grinned when he saw Jackie. Star gave a nod, hoping there would be some progress with him and her friend.

“I didn’t know you play Marco, yeah hah!” Jackie moved her shoulders back and forth, smiling at grinning Marco.

Marco lowered his glasses and saw Jackie staring at him, impressed. Jackie, his all time crush was looking at him, impressed. Marco got up and flipped up his collar.

“Hey Jackie, didn’t see yah there.” Marco groovely backed towards the the girls, but tripped over a stair that lead to the dining room. Opening his eyes, he witnessed the face of Star bending towards him. Her hair fell all around him, circling him in a soft cove. Yellow light hit his face since her hair was blonde. No one could see his face accept Star, and Marco was appreciative.

“Are you okay?” Star asked, concern filling her whispering voice. “I made sure my hair fall over you so Jackie didn’t see you embarrassed.”

“Thanks, Star,” Marco replied, sitting up quickly to where Star had to lift her head a bit. “Your hair is long and soft, so good use of it.” Star smiled at his compliment, lending her hand to help him sit up. As he got up, Ponyhead, Janna, StarFan, and Jackie asked if he was okay. He nodded.

“Want some brownies? I made sooooommme!” Star sang happily to Marco. He grinned at her.

“Brownies?” Marco leaned on the table where Jackie was eating a brownie. Her face said she wasn’t enjoying it, but she fooled Star. “I stick to the protein shakes. Keeps me lean and brean.” He was pretty sure brean wasn’t a word, but… what ever. He flexed his arm. Even if it did look noodly, it was pretty muscular.

“Heh hah, You got it baaaa-baaad!” Ponyhead flew up to Marco’s face and flipped his hair a bit. “And since you’re so good playing the field, I have a game that would be perfect for you!”

/\/\

Marco stared, confused at what sat in front of him. It was a… box… He raised an eyebrow as Star spoke the words he was thinking.

“Ponyhead, it’s a box…”

“Ah! It’s so not a box! This game is called truth… or punishment. Its all about telling your friends your deepest… darkest secrets.” And with that… Marco was out. He got up with a “bye” and was on his way. He heard Star chasing after him yelling his name.

Pow! Marco hit the door hard as the blast shot him in the middle of his back. He slumped to the floor. Star instantly picked him up and grinned.

“What’s wrong, Marco?” Star looked at him with those ocean blue eyes, not even puppy pouting, yet he gave in to her eyes.

“It’s just… somethings are better kept… secret… Ya know?”

“Nope!” Star squished his cheeks together, grinning. “Come on… play for..me?"Marco groaned.

"I hate you,” he said playfully.

Star pouted, her walking towards Marco as he sat down in the circle. “Why you lyin? You looovve me!”

He couldn’t help but grin at her comment. She sat beside him, giving him encouragement to any question asked. Ponyhead floated above everyone as she turned off the lights and held her tongue to the box. Suddenly, the box… spoke?!

“The truth you shall tell, or all will face the punishments… SWEAR AN OATH OF TRUTH! PINKIE SWEAR TO ME!”

Janna grinned at the box, putting her pinkie in, “The truth.” StarFan followed. Then Jackie. Ponyhead stuck her tongue into the hole and then it was Star’s turn. “The truth…” She then looked at nervous Marco. Putting a hand on his wrist, she whispered to him.

“You can do this… you got your bestie here!” And with that, Marco nervously poked his finger in the box’s mouth. “The truth…”

The box closed itself and spoke. “Question one… what…”

Marco nervously looked at the box… awaiting his demise.

“…is… your…”

Star gave a grin to Ponyhead, leaning in towards the box.

“… favorite color?!”

Everyone leaned back, looking confused at the question. They expected something… more… secretive…

“Pony?” Star looked at her second bestie.

“Oh… the first questions are probably gonna be easy! The next question is probably gonna be like ‘have you ever killed a man.’ Nah still easy.”

“Okay, than you go first?” Star looked at Ponyhead with wide blue eyes.

“Ponyhair color! Dun!” Ponyhead announced happily.

“WHA?!” Marco looked throughly confused.

“It’s a popular color on Mewni.” Star answered with a blank look.

“Star…” StarFan leaned over Ponyhead with curiosity. “… what’s your favorite color?”

“I’ll have to go with yellow.” Star answered.

“OMG! ME TOO!” StarFan pushed over Ponyhead and grabbed hold of Star’s hands, laughing with her.

“What about you, Marco?” Star looked at Marco with a grin. She already knew the answer.

“Red.”

Then Jackie answered. “Neon green.”

Then Janna. “Black is my favorite.”

After all the answers were given, the box yelled. “Someone’s lying!” It released red lighting looking tendrils that began tickling them to death. Pure torture. All they could do was laugh fakely and cry out who lied.

Finally someone jumped in and told the truth. In was non other than… Janna. “Okay! It! Was! Me! I… love… pinnnk… it’s my favorite!”

“Truth!” the box yelled.

“Pink?!” everyone exclaimed.

“I just hate contributing to gender stereotypes.” Janna replied.

“Janna likes pink and fights the patrioticarky.”

The box rose high in the air, encasing Star’s room in itself.

Star looked shocked, confused, happy, dazed, and excited mixed all into one. “That… was… awesome!”

“Its like we’re in the game…” Marco pointed out nervously.

“Next question! What… did… you really think of… Star’s brownies?”

“Psst! Everyone loved them!” Star exclaimed happily. Everyone nodded in agreement, slightly nervous.

“Actually, I didn’t have a brownie, guessed I missed out.” Marco grinned at the faces of the girls.

“Yeah Marco, because the were really delicious!” Jackie said, her face growing. The form she was in made her ugly, and Marco did not appreciate that. Especially when his hands became webbed and he received a trunk.

“What’s happening to us?!” Star and StarFan yelled in unison. Marco gagged at how the box made Star the total opposite of her beautiful self.

“Someone is lying! And this is what lies look like!”

The box unfolded a mirror from itself, letting the crew see theirselves. They screeched at their horrid faces, not taking the look anymore. The group turned away.

“Someone tell the truth… now!” Marco yelled. He didn’t like how is face looked at all.

“Wait… who didn’t like my brownies?!” Star asked, panicked.

“I… uhm… hehe…” Jackie mumbled.

“Uhm…” Ponyhead looked away.

“Fine!” Janna held up a peace sign. Her face looked like that pig off angry birds, so she quickly wanted to go back to being herself. “I lied… those were like… the… worst brownies… ever!”

“Heh?” Star looked upset.

“Yeah… I lied too. Those brownies tasted like dirt!” Jackie said, looking downward.

“If I had a stomach… I would be very sick to the stomach right now.” Ponyhead admitted.

“Well I loved her brownies!” StarFan yelled, but then they grew uglier. “OKAY FINE I LIED! THE BROWNIES WERE TERRIBLE!!!!!!!!”

And with that, they all looked back into their normal selves. Star held her knees, still upset no one enjoyed her horrific brownies.

“That’s it! I don’t wanna play this anymore!” She said.

“Yeah… I’m sorry I brought this stupid game anyway. Come on… let’s go to the bounce lounge!”

Everyone agreed, walking towards the exit only to be pushed back where they were sitting.

“No one leaves! Not until you answer to final question! Who… do you… love?”

Marco felt his heart beat wildly. He had to tell the truth or they could all die! Star on the other hand was breathing in and out. The pattern kept going faster each second.

“We can beat this! Okay… let’s go guys!” Jackie yelled. She grabbed Janna’s hand and Ponyhead’s neck. “We can beat this!”

The box flew to her face. “Who… do you… love?”

“I love my mother! Solved!” Jackie grinned as it moved to Janna.

“John Klets.” She smiled slyly as the box floated to Star who was breathing heavily.

“Oskar Greason!!!!” She yelled… trying to not prove herself lying.

“Myself!” Ponyhead smiled.

“OskarFan 27!” StarFan grinned as it moved to Marco who had his head down, breathing heavy, heart pounding.

“Jackie. Jackie Lynn Thomas…” he admitted.

“What??” Jackie looked lost and confused. Marco liked her?!

“Someone’s lying big time!” The box screamed. The room glowed red, making them nervous.

Suddenly, the wind picked up and started the blow at everyone, ripping off Marco’s Jean vest Star adored.

“Who lied?!” Star yelled above the wind.

“Yeah?!” Marco screamed with her.

“Who do you love?! Not who you are in love with!! If you don’t say it… I’ll prove it!”

Large pillars reached up from the ground, causing everyone to dodge them. Ponyhead ran into one, her nose hurting after a while. She still flew on.

Suddenly, Star was taken up by a pillar. She screamed for one person in particular…

“Marco!!!” She screamed.

“Star!” He yelled back running to the pillar. All of a sudden, the red light turned green and the pillars stopped coming up. Star fell right into Marco’s arms and the box began to speak once more.

“ TRUTH!!!!!!! Star Butterfly loves Marco Diaz and Marco Diaz loves Star Butterfly.” The box announced, a smug edge to his voice.

“What?!” Marco and Star yelled in unison, staring at each other in awe and silence.

“You love me?” Marco asked Star, his face slowly turning red as he realized she was in his arms.

“Yeah…you love me?"Marco gave a weak nod. A princess… from another dimension… loved him… the safe kid… That’s a rare story.

"You may leave.” the box yelled before the room turned regular. The box dropped onto the ground and everyone stared at it.

That very box just admitted that Marco and Star loved each other. Then, the group looked at the pair. Their eyes were darting to the box than each other.

/\/\

“Bye everyone!” Star yelled happily to her departing friends. Then, Jackie turned back to Star.

“He had a crush on me?” She asked earnestly.

“Yeah…” Star whispered.

“That changed after last night! He loves you girl!”

“I kinda knew that… but as a friend way… not like the haven’t found I love you way…”

“Haha! Well… call me if things are too awkward! Oh… by the way… he’s behind you.”

Star turned around to see Marco standing there, his face pinkish. She felt her hearts softly glow. Her body turned around to see Jackie waving slyly her way, to far away to call without waking the neighborhood.

“So…” Marco rubbed his neck. “I heard you love me…”

Star smiled at his joke. “Yeah… I heard you love me.” She grinned when his face turned crimson.

“How about a… date tonight… see if we’re right together…”

Star felt surprise, nervousness, excitement, many

different emotions. But that all mixed in with her happiness.

“Of course!” She cheered before pecking him him on the lips. She then skipped away from the steaming Marco crying out, “I’ll be waiting for that date!”

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And scene! Wow… this took me… 2 hours to make after checking it. Welp… time to sleep.

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Copy and pasted from Random Starco One-Shots on FFN.

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As promised, what follows are my thoughts on the 151 Pokemon in Gen 1 that I have something to say about.

#001: Bulbasaur I really appreciate this guy's concept. Reptomammals are dope and that's pretty much definitely what it is, and the concept of a plant and animal reaching this sort of symbiosis is definitely really awesome. The fact that Bulbasaur manages that while also being beautifully simply is great. Bulbasaur is great, and very good, conceptually. That said, I feel his design and especially his evolutions' designs are missing something somehow. Perhaps it's that the animal half of the pair is so plain? Perhaps it's that as it evolves, it only becomes uglier but not particularly cooler? I'm unsure. I do love them, but they aren't my favorite starter in this generation.

#008 Wartortle This guy is. Yes, the middle form. I love middle forms so much. Now, Squirtle itself is pretty simple. A tortoise that shoots water, big whoop, right. And I can agree with that. But Wartortle brings it to the next level. Besides getting a clear and distinct attitude, it also gets these beautiful ears and tail, that flow so elegantly with its design. They're definitely referential to the minogame, the legendary 10,000 year old Japanese turtle with a tail made of seaweed, likely a legend spawned by turtles that would swim through seaweed and carry it with them. The coloration and pattern of Wartortle's "fur" also makes it look like seafoam, and its Hermes-esque ears and trail of seafoam are the perfect fit for a fast swimmer like Wartortle.

#010-#015 Caterpie, Metapod, Butterfree, Weedle, Kakuna, Beedrill I really love the "larva-chrysalis-adult" evolution line as the game's tutorial for the mechanic of evolution, and I think having Pokemon that follow that evolution pattern so early in the game that evolve so quickly is a frankly brilliant design decision. I think here is the place that makes most clear that Pokemon's original inspiration was insect collection. The subversion of expectations with Beedrill is great too. I could mention other things about these guys, like how Caterpie is straight up a faithful recreation of a real life caterpillar, and how Kakuna has arms, but my main point is that these guys fill a great gameplay purpose. My only thing - they don't necessarily need to be Bug type insects every time, do they? Bagon in Gen 3 has already shown that insects aren't the only ones that follow the same evolution pattern. I'd be interested to see some other type of creature follow the same evolutionary pattern.

#024 Arbok Why doesn't Arbok's hood have different designs depending on what region it's caught in? They stopped even giving it different hoods based on the game it's currently in. That's so lame, yo.

#042 Golbat I don't... hate Golbat. I think his giant mouth is fantastic. But... it also loses Zubat's fantastic lack of eyes, AND after R/B it loses its fantastic giant tongue and tiny squinty eyes, the best alternative to no eyes for a bat. Like... what happened? Where did all of Zubat's charm go?

#047 Parasect This is my favorite Pokemon in Gen 1. Cordyceps is basically my favorite fungus, and I urge you to look into it as the real world basis for Parasect if you're unfamiliar. I also love that Paras is like... it's like a cicada with mushrooms on its back, but it seems like a sort of symbiosis, right, like Bulbasaur. But instead of growing together, Paras' growth is stunted and its brain emptied, its eyes losing their pupils to signify that it has become completely zombified as a puppet of this fungus that has grown through its body. This is the first hint in the Pokedex that Pokemon are actually absolutely horrifying, and I love it. I love it so, so much.

#050 Diglett I find the simplicity in Diglett's design absolutely perfect. It has exactly as many features as it would ever need, and it does exactly what you'd think it would. The fact that it's more of a whac-a-mole than an actual mole is brilliant to me, and I find the "what's it got underground" mystery absolutely brilliant as a design decision.

#061 Poliwhirl Neoteny ahoy! I love the Poli line's tummy swirls, but even more, I love that Poliwhirl and Poliwrath are neotenous tadpoles, the exact opposite of what you'd expect from a game where just 50 Pokemon ago, real life metamorphasis was serving as the inspiration for an evolution family. Like, tadpoles are the second most instantly recognizable creatures that exhibit metamorphasis, and yet, these ones don't. And their visible intestines!!! So good. Such perfectly simple designs.

#069-#071 Bellsprout, Weepinbell, Victreebel Pitcher plants are awesome and these guys bear the perfect resemblance to them. I love that Weepinbell is more of a trap than a creature, with its tree hanging hook and its acid-slobbering mouth. I love that Bellsprout is a walking nozzle thing on these flimsy looking root limbs. I love Victreebel's angler lure, and understated teeth. I love that James had one that kept trying to digest him. I just... this guy rules.

#083 Farfetch'd "A duck comes bearing green onions" is an approximate translation of a Japanese phrase with two separate meanings: a fortuitous but unlikely happenstance (such as, while starving in the woods, having a duck approach you holding the perfect garnish for duck soup), and a fool ready to be taken advantage of (such as the duck itself, offering you green onions while being clueless to its own implied demise.) Farfetch'd is, fascinatingly enough, BOTH - it is an incredibly rare Pokemon granted to you in exchange for a very common Pokemon... but it is also a fairly weak Pokemon with low stats that is foisted upon you in exchange for a Pokemon that can yet evolve to greater power. Absolutely brilliant.

#091 Cloyster Okay, so, I've danced around this topic with the name Okeefe for my Sheller, but like... let's be real here. Cloyster looks exactly like a vulva. Some people might list this as a bad thing about Cloyster... but I would not. I think it's great.

#108 Lickitung Why don't more Pokemon have giant tongues? Anyway this guy rules.

#122 Mr. Mime This thing is so creepy... I love it. It's like a horrible marionette, and it takes mime powers literally by turning moves like light screen into the gimmick of the Pokemon. Its weird joints and suckered fingers are so brilliant and just... augh it makes my skin crawl in the most perfect way.

#124 Jynx Okay, so, here's the thing. Yes, Jynx definitely uses the same racist shorthand as minstrel shows or DBZ's Mr. Popo, and that's awful and changing it was a good decision. But beyond that, Jynx is also an aquatic seeming creature (given its fins, at least) that has long human like hair, and a body that resembles a long flowing dress, and has pretty plain breasts. It's also a creature that sings and dances and gyrates to manipulate minds. In other words, it's a SIREN, and not only that, but it's a siren that, rather than being some kind of pretty fish lady, looks to me a lot like a mollusc of some kind. There's so many parts of its lore that fascinate me, like its speech that supposedly closely resembles human speech but is in no recognizable language. Oh, and it also looks like an opera singer, and also some people seem to think it resembles a certain yokai (even though the only reference to some of the traits used to justify that resemblance seem to have been made up by the Pokemon fans trying to justify the comparison.) And, just as a side note, I think the fact that this mollusc, in trying to seduce humans, decided the most beautiful form it could try to emulate would be that of a short and rotund person of color is pretty fantastic. Like, yes, that absolutely is the pinnacle of human beauty, thank you for noticing, Jynx. Just, please do try to look a little less like a thing humans do to be racist.

#126 Magmar Boober.

#137 Porygon It is a tragedy that this guy has been basically banned from anime, since it's such an appealing design motif. Computer generated graphics as a concept for a Pokemon is clever in itself, and like... it's a weird red and blue duck thing! And it's so blocky and weird! I love it.

I actually had less to say about a lot of these guys than I thought I would. Let's real quick go over my top ten Pokemon in the gen:

#1. Parasect #2. Porygon #3. Victreebel #4. Scyther #5. Paras #6. Grimer #7. Diglett #8. Jynx #9. Cubone #10. Weezing

At least, last time I listed them out. This seems about right to me.

Anyway, that's my thoughts on the Pokemon of Gen 1. Maybe some day I'll talk about some others? But that's as much as I think I needed to before starting Gen 2.

Speaking of, I've already started playing Silver. Not sure when I'm gonna write and post that update though. I still have another entry for Blue in the process of being made still.