#on OKO now

[semiotomatics]

raise of hands, who up waiting for the new AJR album to utterly destroy them?

[miiishra]

Rowan Kenrith on Bloomburrow (feat. Oko)

[kekii118]

i think i’ve been lacking in posting art

[jacebeleren]

Oko!!!!!!

OKO!!!!!!!!

[camping-with-monsters]

I MAKE VERY SILLY GOOFY ANIMATICS SOMETIMES.

Several months ago I created a nightcore version of “Nightmares Never End” and I haven’t been able to listen to the normal song since because I love the nightcore version so much oh my god

Anyways :)) The OCs in the first half are my own from my original story “Duck Duck Goose”, and the OCs in the second half belong to @pazam from her original story “My Little Angel” :) This might be a more oddly specific animatic but the imagery wouldn’t leave my head until I created it :))

[xamaxenta]

its so messed up that u should get dopamine frm exercise but i just feel like ass every damn time lwhadhsjudbd what is the point 😭😭😭

[broken-bisaster]

It's a huge task- he said- perhaps beyond the strength of one man

Book divination be upon ye!

Pick up the nearest book or access what you’re currently reading on your e-reader. Go to page 73. Point to a place on the page at random. What does it say about your day?

Reblog this post with the line, phrase, or sentence you landed on. Add the book title in the tags if it feels good. Or don’t, and just embrace the chaos! Up to you!

We’ll go first.

Like we know something other people do not.

[caramel-mousse]

If gif icons are like Actually A New Feature (again) Now im so changing both this and art acct icon again

[candychasse]

Yandere Sim Male Rivals dealing with the, 'me, my s/o, and their 500 dollar life sized mareep plush' meme being their reality.

Characters: Osano, Amao, Kizano, Oko, Aso, Osoro, Megamo.

Contains: g/n reader, not proofread, fluff. At least five of the guys having beef with a plushie.

Osano.

"What the hell is that."

^ exact words he said when you came home with the adorable pokemon plush.

Despite his harsh words he does think the sheep is cute.

He will complain, like a lot.

"Move the damn sheep." He says loudly as he tries to get comfy in bed. You groaned slightly and moved the sheep to the other side of you. "Thank-" he stops himself as you turn your back to him! "Y/n." He calls out. You turn again to face him, bringing the Mareep to face him too. "Yes?" You ask, a grin slowly growing. "...whatever." He says turning his back to you, 'two can play that game' he thinks.

Two actually cannot play that game. In the morning you found him turned facing you, holding the Mareep tight. You snicker to yourself as you take a photo of him.

Amao.

He's not particularly the biggest fan of mareep, however, he does understand how much the plush means to you.

I'd imagine he'd try to convince you to move mareep somewhere else like, "Why don't we move Mareep to the couch so they can watch TV?"

^when that obviously didn't work. He accepted his fate.

You had just wrapped up closing the bakery for the day and headed upstairs in order to destress and enjoy the rest of your evening. You headed into your room to pick out pajamas, when you saw it. Amao carefully making the bed and placing Mareep front and center on the freshly made bed. "There!" He said with a smile. Your heart melted and you practically tackled him in a bear hug for his kindness toward Mareep.

Kizano.

He actually hates the sheep. No secret love of it or anything.

He thinks mareep is ugly and takes up too much space in bed.

It's the dead of night, you're sleeping peacefully in bed curled up with mareep. Kizano had just got home from a late night film shoot. He did his skincare routine and prepared for bed, but as he gets into bed he feels an unfamiliar lump in the bed. He tries not to make much noise as he pulls back the blanket and investigates the lump....

It's an ugly sheep?

He blinks in confusion for a few moments then simply casts the sheep aside to the ground, adjusting his body to replace the sheep's former place in your arms.

In the morning he pretends not to know of the plushie when you point out it must've fallen in the middle of the night.

"What plushie, my love?"

Bs.

Oko.

I think he'd just get depressed.

Like, I think he'd get self conscious. He really does like snuggling with you late at night, it's even better than summoning demons to him! But now all you do is snuggle Mareep.

Is he not good enough?

You only find out about his feelings towards Mareep during a late night while your a cleaning a stain off her.

"Hey.. Why don't we leave Mareep somewhere else, because she's dirty..?" Oko asks cautiously. You giggle slightly at the thought. "Nah! I'm sure I can clean her up enough!" You replied, dead set on removing the stain. "...great..." He whispers. "What was that?" You question. "I mean great! It'd be a shame if you couldn't cuddle them." He elaborates, but you know Oko, and you know when he's lying, so you decide to toy with him a little. "Well, if I couldn't get the stain off I'd just cuddle with you probably." You say 'off handedly'. "..oh so now you'd want to cuddle with me...." He mutters under his breath. You gasp finally putting the pieces together. "You're jealous of Mareep!" You exclaim loudly. His face turns flush from embarrassment, "..no." He replies turning his face away from you. A common tell of him hiding his feelings. "Well, if you are jealous of Mareep, which I know you're not, I would want you to know that I only got Mareep because I got lonely those nights you would run off to summon demons..." You confess, awkwardly looking down. "Oh, well, uhm, I'm not going out tonight.." He says and your eyes sparkle a little. "Get over here!" You say with a small smile, pushing Mareep to the side and holding Oko closely.

Aso.

LOVES THE DANG MAREEP.

He does however unintentionally abuses the Mareep. Think accidentally sitting on it, using it as a table, etc.

he says sorry to the Mareep everytime.

Throws it in the air really high that it hits the ceiling, BUT he does catch it!

It was a rare occasion where Mareep was chilling on the end of the bed while you and Aso cuddled. Right as the familiar embrace of sleep enveloped you both, a familiar thud was heard. "Aso, Aso, you kicked Mareep off the bed." You said while rubbing his shoulder to try and awaken him. He groaned "huh? Oh shoot! My bad..." He whispered, getting out of the warm bed and picking Mareep up from the floor. You giggled slight at the sight of him placing it carefully onto the bed and returning to your side.

Osoro.

Intentional Mareep abuse. Have you seen those tik toks of squishmallow girls' boyfriends beating up their squishmallows instead of just like, hugging it? Yeah that's Osoro.

HE DOESN'T HATE MAREEP THOUGH! Shockingly (heh get it) he likes the plushie.

"Osaro you're so mean! Mareep didn't do nothin' to you!" You exclaim with a gasp as he absentmindedly punches the mareep. "He's an inanimate object Y/n, he can't feel pain." Osaro replies while punching the Mareep again.

But like Kizana he is not above tossing it a side in order to cuddle with you.

Unlike Kizana he wouldn't put it on the floor but just to the side opposite of the one you're laying on.

Osaro tossed and turned in the middle of the night, to say he had a rough dream would be the least to say. He tries to move closer to you but is blocked by the giant Mareep. Grunting he grabs the Mareep and tosses it to where he was formerly laying. He wraps his arms around your waist and sighs. Now that he's in your arms his dreams seem nicer, even if that does sound silly.

Megamo.

He's a busy guy, being the heir to a mega corp, having his own passions, it's a lot on his plate. So most days he come home by the time you're already asleep.

I doubt he noticed you owned a life sized Mareep until one day...

Once again, we begin our story in the dead of night, you're tucked in, nice and warm. Meanwhile Megamo had just came in from the frigid rainstorm outside. He wasn't all too wet so he just changed clothes and headed to bed. Little did he know, the lump he was cuddling was not you.

In the morning, Megamo was face to face with a sheep's face instead of yours. To say he was a little upset would be an understatement.

He tries bribery, offering you any normal sized plushie you want.

He tries threatening saying that since you're cuddling Mareep you can't cuddle with him.

He even thinks about just throwing it out. But he knows how much it means to you. So he just silently moves it to the couch everyday, and every evening it's back on *his spot* on the bed.

He despises that damn sheep.

[hellfirenacht]

Wing Man 14

Fic Summary: Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; you’ll wing man for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie.

Chapter Summary: Corroded Coffin audition with Paige, and you take more than one risk.

6.2k Words

(Master List 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13)

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here?” You asked Eddie as the rest of Corroded Coffin piled out of the back of his van and started pulling out their instruments. You pulled your jacket closer around you, trying to shield yourself from the bitter wind right outside of Live Mike Studios. “I’m really not trying to be the Yono Oko here.” 

“You’re fine.” Eddie reassured you for probably the hundredth time in the past two weeks. “You’re just here for moral support, and to show Paige and her suits that we have at least one fan.” He handed you his guitar case and you slung it over your shoulder as he grabbed the amp while the others were grabbing Gareth’s drum set and hauling it inside. 

“Do you need the amp?” you asked.

He stopped for a moment, his brows furrowed and then set it back down in the back of the van. “Right. They’ll have one inside.”

“I mean, we’re at a recording studio. It makes sense.” You replied as Eddie shut the van door and turned back to you. In the few moments he had been out in the cold, his nose and cheeks had turned red which only added to the anxiousness in his eyes. 

Eddie said it was fine for you to be here, so you decided that at this point it there was no use arguing. Actually, that point probably came about an hour ago when he picked you up, kicked Jeff into the back of the van and had you sit up front next to him as you drove out of Hawkins to the studio where Corroded Coffin would be meeting with Paige and her people. 

You were a little intimidated to meet Eddie’s ex, especially since she held the future of your... boyfriend?  Eddie in the palm of her hands. It had been only a few weeks since that night in his trailer, but things had been going surprisingly smoothly all things considered. There had been no more miscommunication, no faking intoxication to get rides home, and the deal you had with Steve was dead and buried. 

The only thing that seemed to hang between you and Eddie was that you two hadn’t talked about what you two were or might be. That was one thing you never could wrap your head around when Steve talked about going on dates. He’d be going on multiple dates with different women, but he said it was all casual right now. That he was dating, but it wasn’t like he had a girlfriend yet.   

You couldn’t imagine dating more than one person at a time. Steve said you were thinking about it too hard, you said you didn’t want to hear that from him. Steve said that you clearly were doing well with Eddie, so you didn’t need to worry about dating anymore. You said that you still didn’t fully understand the difference between dating and being boyfriend and girlfriend. Steve said if it bugged you that much then to just talk to him about it. You threw an empty receipt roll at him for daring to give you good advice for once. 

There hadn’t been a good time to bring it up yet. After that chat with Steve, Eddie had announced that Corroded Coffin had an official audition with Left Turn Media. This meant that Eddie’s time had been all but completely been consumed by band practice, school, and work at the Hideout. 

Not that he hadn’t made time for you, of course. Eddie had picked you up and dropped you off every shift he had at the Hideout where Bev promised that he could play. It turns out that possibly being signed got the band more stage time. Not much, but more than just the usual half-hour per week that was allotted to them. 

He spent his nights with you, coming over after school or work to hang out in your shitty little apartment that was still decorated for Halloween because you hadn’t had the time to take them down. Eddie said that he liked the decorations, and that he thought it was pretty metal that you went so hard for the holiday, which only encouraged your laziness in taking everything down. 

Things were going well, and your crush on Eddie only grew more by the day. You didn’t want to mess anything up with him by moving too fast. 

Besides, today wasn’t about that. Today was about Corroded Coffin and their audition with Paige. Eddie had been worried about this for weeks now, even though you had said several times that this audition felt like a formality and that Paige seemed to really want to have him on board. 

Eddie didn’t seem entirely convinced, pointing out that the last time they auditioned WR Records had wanted only him, and didn’t want Corroded Coffin as a whole. 

Everyone made it inside the studio, instruments in hand. Eddie had taken his guitar back and you assisted with bringing in the drumset to set up in the recording booth. The band looked around in awe at the interior, despite how simply laid out it was. There was a palpable excitement within the group as this moment became more and more real. 

“Eddie!” A girl with freckles and dark hair walked out into the lobby to greet you all. This had to be Paige. 

You stood to the side as Eddie and Paige hugged awkwardly, and you weren’t sure how to feel about that. Paige then went to the remaining members and shook their hands and introduced herself. The only other person she seemed to already know was Jeff. Eddie had mentioned that he had been the only one truly around for the first audition. 

Then she turned to you, and looked you up and down for a split second before offering her hand out. 

“I’m Paige, you must be the girl Eddie mentioned.” She said. 

You took her hand and told her your name. “It’s nice to meet you.” 

The girl Eddie had mentioned. Not girlfriend or the girl he was seeing. Dammit, you really needed to get out of your own head about that. That was a conversation for later, not right now. You and Eddie were dating, that was a fact. Eddie had turned down this girl to date you. 

But seeing the way Paige interacted with everyone, doubt crept into your mind as to why. Paige was pretty, there was no denying that. Her outfit was the perfect combination of professional and alternative and here she was, offing the guy you were dating everything he ever wanted. 

Then there was you, at your dead end job as the assistant managed of a retail store, wearing clothing you still wore in high school and completely clueless as to what the fuck you were supposed to do with your life and where you were supposed to be. 

Eddie and Paige belonged in music, anyone with two working brain cells could see that. Paige led everyone to the back area where there were several people waiting at the recording console. A few were in suits and a few looked like they had just crawled out of bed and staggered over. 

You weren’t sure which were more intimidating. 

“There’s some coffee and water on the table, if you’d like to grab something while we talk to the band.” Paige said with a smile. 

“Right, yeah.” You nodded and just as you were about to turn away, you felt someone grab your hand. 

Eddie gave your hand a squeeze and you swallowed any insecurity and gave him your best reassuring smile. 

“You got this.” you said, and leaned in to kiss his cheek before you realized what you were doing. You didn’t look at him as you made your way to the small coffee station and grabbed yourself some water. Your stomach was already tied up in knots and you were sure that coffee would turn your inside to liquid right now. 

You took a seat on a couch and watched as Eddie introduced himself and the band to the people in the room. Eddie’s skin looked pale with nerves, but other than that you would have thought that he had done this a hundred times. There was something about him that always exuded confidence, even when he was nervous. 

After everyone had shaken hands, Paige took over and led a few people in suits and at least one person in the beat up AC/DC t-shirt into a back room. Eddie turned to his band and nodded, and everyone filed into the booth to set everything up. 

The next hour was warm up and sound checks. The guy at the mixing booth kept muttering to himself and then giving directions in the microphone for everyone to hear him. Each time Eddie would nod and someone would adjust their instrument or play a sample. 

After about ten minutes of this, they launched into a warm up cover of an old Dio song, which they played twice, followed by the song they were actually going to audition with. 

You wished you could hear them, in the soundproof booth you could only see them playing their instruments. You almost got up to ask the guy at the booth for an extra set of headphones so that you could hear how they sounded. Based off of what you were seeing though... you weren’t confident that they were at their best. Eddie kept stopping them, and would either say something to the guy running the booth or to the rest of the band.

After about a half hour of this, the guy in the booth called for a break. Eddie was the first to set down his guitar and walk out, not looking at you as he made his way out to the hallway. You followed him instinctively, not looking the look on his face. 

In the hallway, Eddie was bonking his head against a vending machine, making the chips and candies inside rattle. 

“You know, a quarter would be easier to get something out.” you said, walking over to him. 

Eddie looked up at you, his fringe plastered to his forehead from sweat. “I think I’m losing it.” he said. “I can’t seem to get us together to play the way we should. We either sound like we’ve never been on a stage or too polished. This happened last time too.” 

“Have you tried imagining the audience in their underwear?” you offered. 

“The only person watching is the guy in the booth. He’s not the scary part.” Eddie turned his back to the machine and leaned against it. 

“What’s the scary part?” 

“Everything else.” He rubbed his face with a deep sigh. “Paige, getting a deal, letting my band down again... I can’t shake it.” 

“Whatever happened last time was a big deal, huh?” you said, placing a hand on his arm. You felt how tense he was, which worried you. 

“You have no idea.” he shook his head, dropping his hands. “Last time was a fever dream. It... fuck it’s hard to explain. Everyone kept telling me how real I was, that I had what it took to make it. I was going to meet all these major executives for a major label and I blew it. Now, I’m trying again and this time- this is gonna sound so fucking stupid.”

“I won’t judge.” you promised.

“This feels more real than last time and it’s throwing me off.” He admitted, his body sagging against the vending machine. “An instant record deal with the biggest company for metal? It felt like a goddamn fever dream where I was somebody. I did shit I wasn’t proud of to get there, and now I’m trying to do things right for once and I feel like I want to book it out of here screaming.” 

You grabbed his hand and his froze for a moment before squeezing it. 

“You know, I don’t think you should run away.” you said, looking at him. “Only one of us can be a p ussy, and I already took that title in 8th grade.”  

Eddie’s head snapped from the distance to your face, eyes wide. “What?”

“I mean, think about it. You’ve been playing for years at the Hideout, you rock. You know it, I know it, Paige knows it, and I suspect the rest of your band might know it too. You’ve gone this far, you might as well try. What’s the worst that can happen at this point?”

“You-” Eddie stared at you for a second, trying to decide how to respond. You didn’t blame him, you had just started talking at him hoping that something would stick. “...I guess the worst thing is that I could be a pussy for running away.”

“Yeah, and I already claimed that title and already ran away from an audition. We can’t both blow it, Eddie.” you nudged him. “We can’t be that couple that has to constantly copy each other and do things exactly the same. Don’t be a copy cat.”

You could swear there was a slight blush on his cheeks under the glow of the vending machine. “You’re a weirdo.”

“And you’re a freak. The music world is full of freaks. Go in there and get freaky or something.” 

You felt him relax next to you and he pushed himself off the vending machine to face you. “Thanks.” he said and leaned down and kissed you. 

You squeezed his hand as you returned the kiss, and he let his lips linger a bit longer than necessary before there was a cough from the doorway. 

Eddie pulled back and you both looked over to see Paige staring at the two of you with a raised eyebrow. 

“Are you ready?” she asked, glancing between the two of you before landing on Eddie. 

Right when you were going to let go of his hand, he squeezed yours tighter and started walking towards Paige. “Yeah, I’m ready.” 

Once he was back in the booth, all eyes were on Eddie as he picked up his guitar and put it on. The men that Paige had been talking to were now in the room, huddled around the panel. One of the guys in jeans was setting up a camera in the recording room, making sure everyone was in frame. 

This time, you made your way to the front as well. It was a bit crowded, but you stood next to Paige with your feet firmly planted on the ground. You were not going to be intimidated by Eddie’s perfect ex after she’d caught the two of you kissing in the hallway. 

Paige leaned in and took the mic to talk to the band. “Alright, whenever you’re ready guys.” she said. 

Okay, maybe you could be a little intimidated. But that doesn’t mean you were going to run away or shrink yourself down. 

This time, you could hear the band from inside the recording room. You saw Eddie turn to Gareth and nod, and in return the drummer counted everyone off. 

The first take was better than what they had shown during warm up. They got through the first verse before one of the men in the suits leaned over to whisper something to Paige that you couldn’t make out before she called for Corroded Coffin to pause. 

Eddie looked over through the window, and any fear on his face had been replaced with all business. Paige gave them a note about their pacing and Eddie nodded and they started up from the beginning. 

This went on for about a half hour with the band playing and then being stopped for notes. Each note was being taken to heart, and with each take they were getting better. 

Which only confused you more when they couldn’t go through a full song without being stopped for some note. You could tell that everyone was getting confused and frustrated that each time they started they had to stop for some reason or another. 

“They’re too polished.” One of the men muttered, looking at Paige. “They look like shit, but they’re playing like a high school marching band.” 

You held back any amusement at the idea of Eddie in that stupid green marching band uniform with the feathered cap. 

Paige sighed, and looked at Eddie with furrowed brows, and gave him another note into the mic. Something was... off. These guys were giving Corroded Coffin note after note, but that wasn’t going to unlock what they really needed. 

“Thanks for coming out tonight, we’re Corroded Coffin and we’re here to make you feel like you’re fighting demons in hell!”“

You remembered that first night you had sat and watched them play at the Hideout. That’s what Corroded Coffin was supposed to feel like. They were supposed to be wild and raw, and make you feel like you were fighting in hell. 

Notes from a bunch of suits weren’t going to do that. 

What you were about to do was probably going to overstep so many boundaries, but your impulse control was thrown out the window. 

Taking a step back, you looked at each of the members of the band, trying to decide which one looked the most frustrated. Eddie looked stiff, Zack was fiddling nervously with his guitar, Jeff actually looked the least bothered... and then there was Gareth. Gareth looked like he was trying to burn a hole in his snare drum from the way he was glaring at it. 

Making sure that none of the suits were paying attention to you, you waved your arm at Gareth. He looked up at you confused, probably wondering why the hell you were looking at him right now. You hoped this worked, and you hoped that they’d forgive you for this later. 

“Hey.” you mouthed to the kid. “Fuck you.” 

Gareth blinked and his eyes went wide. He leaned back slightly, staring at you looking offended. 

You gave him your best. ‘Yeah, I said it. What are you gonna do about it?’ face. His grip on the drumsticks tightened as he glared at you. 

You yawned and glanced over at Zack, making eye contact with him. You hated doing this, and knew this was a shot in the dark to give these dumb suits what they wanted. You crossed your arms and looked him up and down, with a condescending smirk, mimicking the way that the popular girls used to look at you. 

You saw him mouth ‘What the hell?’ and this seemed to catch Paige’s attention for a second as she glanced at you while the suits were still muttering to themselves, oblivious to how two of the members of the band were now looking at you like you’d lost your mind. 

Jeff looked over at Gareth and then followed the line of sight to you. He just snorted and shook his head, his fingers absently walking along the strings of his bass. You had a feeling that provoking him wouldn’t do anything, so you looked at Eddie. 

He still looked stiff as he stared at the men watching him. Thankfully it was Jeff who walked over and nudged him and tilted his head towards you. 

There was a serious look in his eyes for a moment before he blinked and his expression softened. You smiled at Eddie. He smiled back. 

Then you pointed at yourself and then at him, earning a confused look as you pretended to dig into your pocket and pulled something out. Once your fist was in view of him, you shot your middle finger up at him. 

His head tilted down, and his eyes widened as you flipped him off. You pretended to dig into your other pocket and presented him with two birds for the price of one. 

“Freak.” you mouthed to him. 

You saw the way his grip tightened on the neck of his guitar and he looked back at his band. They all looked annoyed as they waited for the suits to let them know they could play again. 

Eddie looked at each of them and nodded before turning back to the mic. 

Gareth didn’t even wait for the signal before counting them off and starting their song. They were off, their music blaring through the room at an intensity and rawness that you’d seen at the Hideout, and that night at the talent show so many years ago. 

The suits looked shocked that they had started again so suddenly, but a glance at the men made it clear that they could see exactly what you saw. You took another step back, not wanting to interfere anymore than you already have. 

“Alright, I’m jealous.” Paige said, stepping next to you. 

That... was unexpected. You looked at her, but she was staring at the band with her arms crossed. 

“Sorry?” 

“If all it took was you flipping them off, I would have asked you to do that first.” Paige said. 

“They just needed something to snap them out of their nerves. They play better when they’re not being studied like bugs.” you shrugged, your breath catching slightly as you watched Eddie play. How the fuck did you manage to land a guy as hot as him? 

Paige was watching his as well with a thoughtful expression on her face. The suits had quickly shut up and were now watching Corroded Coffin with the attention they deserved. 

“I had my doubts about the new line up.” Paige admitted. “The first time, it was only Eddie that anyone was interested in.”

Even you? Is what you wanted to ask, but you held your tongue. 

“He works better with them.” she continued. “And with you.”

You glanced at her, but Paige just kept her eyes on the band as they played. 

“I don’t think he ever looked at me like that when we were together.” Paige continued, the corners of her mouth turning up. 

“Like how....?” you managed to asked, thrown for a loop at the turn of this conversation. 

“Like you’re a real person. A friend. A girlfriend.” Paige shrugged. “We had fun, and wanted the same thing but... I don’t think he really saw me. And I don’t think I really saw him.”

You weren’t sure what to say, so you kept your mouth shut as Corroded Coffin finished the song with a fire in their eyes. 

There was muttering between the men and the guy who had been in charge of the camera nodded. 

“That was great guys,” one of the men said in to the mic. “Now can you do that again with that AC/DC song-”

Before he could even finish, Gareth was counting them off and they started playing again. This time all the men chuckled at the enthusiasm. 

“You know, we already got the take we wanted.” The recording guy said. 

“I know, but I wanted to hear them play this one. It’s my favorite song.” the suit shrugged. 

“Are you really banking their audition on how well they can cover your favorite song?” Paige asked. 

“Not officially, but it helps.”

With the way the band was playing, you had a feeling this extra credit wouldn’t be a problem. Now that they had found their footing they were now taking off, looking like they were fucking flying as they ran through the song. 

A few requests later from the men, and the boys finally were able to file out of the recording booth, flushed beaming.

The men in the suits shook everyone’s hand with a promise that they will be in touch soon with an offer. 

“And offer...?” Eddie asked. “Wait does that mean-?” He looked between the suit and Paige quickly. 

Paige smiled at him. “I always had every intention of signing you, but we’ll need to talk business to decide on how we can market you all.”

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes wide. It was like it was just now occurring to them that this was really happening. That they had auditioned and were liked. 

“Oh fuck, my mom is gonna freak.” Gareth said, his eyes wide. You had a sneaking suspicion that Gareth may not have told him parents that he was doing this. 

After a few more handshakes and gathering everyone’s contact information, everyone broke down their instruments and started heading to the parking lot. 

“Holy shit.” Jeff was the first one to say anything as they stepped outside of the studio. “Did that really just happen?” 

Eddie, looking a little shell shocked, opened the back of his van and helped put Gareth’s drum set inside. It was silent for a few moments as they all put away their instruments in the back of the van. Eddie turned to look at his friends, who were all staring at their leader for confirmation that what just happened was real. 

You watched as Eddie looked at each of his band mates, his face firm for a moment before breaking out into a wide smile.

“WE DID IT!” He yelled, nearly jumping three feet in the air. The rest of the band followed suit, screaming and cheering and jumping up and down and grabbing onto each other. 

Their joy was contagious, and you watched as they celebrated, your own heart swelling with joy at seeing them succeed. Though you had only known them for a few short months, you couldn’t be more proud of them. 

Firm hands grabbed your shoulders and started shaking you, and you let out a surprised cry, gripping onto Gareth's arms. 

“What the fuck was that about in there?” He asked, laughing his ass off. “We’re in the middle of the most important audition of our lives, and you tell me to fuck off?!”

“Actually, I said fuck you.” you clarified as he shook you again. 

“Yeah, what the hell was with that look you gave me?” Zack asked. 

“You guys weren’t getting anywhere with what those guys were saying- Gareth please I’m gonna puke if you keep shaking me!” you said, and Eddie came to your rescue, pulling the drummer off you. 

His arm wrapped around your shoulder and pulled you in close. “We should be thanking her. She’s our biggest fan and she knew that the best way to get us out of our heads was to piss us off.” 

“I’m just glad it worked. I was really worried that I’d just make you all mad at me instead.” you admitted. 

“We’ll forgive you this time.” Jeff laughed. 

“So now what do we do?” Zack asked. “We just wait for them to call us back?”

“Basically.” Eddie said. “This is gonna be the waiting game for a while. Paige said that they’re still setting up the real studio.”

“The real studio?!” Zack stared at Eddie with his jaw hanging open. 

“I’m sorry, was that a fucking fake studio?” Gareth stared hard at Eddie. “Were we playing for a bunch of fake men in fake suits with fake notes?!”

“No, Gareth the Great, that’s not what happened.” Eddie used his free hand to ruffle the younger kids' curls. “Paige is setting up a studio for Left Turn media around here. She said it won’t be done until next summer.” 

“Dammit, I was hoping that meant we could quit school and focus on the music like you said the first time.” Jeff laughed. 

You looked at Eddie with a raised eyebrow and he shot Jeff a look. “If I have to stick with it, so do all of you.” He said firmly. 

“Dammit.” Gareth muttered. 

A chilled gust of wind cut through you like a knife and you found yourself moving closer to Eddie to steal his warmth and he pulled you closer. 

The drive to drop everyone off back at home in reality was filled with excitement as they all discussed what had just happened. Once they all remembered that you were watching from the other side of the booth, you were bombarded with questions on what the suits had said that they couldn’t hear. You answered everything as best as you could remember, still thinking about how Paige had admitted jealousy towards you of all people. Of course, that’s not something that they would actually care about. 

“They said you all look like shit.” you said from the front seat. “But I think that was a good thing. When you guys were sucking they said you sounded like a high school marching band.” 

This critique was met with yelling and denial but you held your hands up. “Don’t look at me, I’m just a fly on the wall. They shut up pretty fast when you got your shit together though. Also the one in the tan suit liked your cover of Highway to Hell. That scored you points because it was his favorite song.” 

By the time you all entered Hawkins again, they had exhausted every last ounce of information from you. Talks of the audition had been exchanged for dreams of grandeur and what it would be like to be big time rockstars. One by one the band was dropped off, hope in their eyes with the idea that this was the start of something big. 

Once at your apartment, Eddie collapsed on the sofa face first. You smiled and went to the kitchen and brought him a beer. It took a bit of coaxing but he finally sat up and took a long drink from the bottle and smiled at you. 

“Holy shit.” he said. 

“Holy shit.” you echoed. 

“I feel like I’m on top of the world and like I just walked all the way to Mordor.” Eddie shook his head, that smile never fading. 

“Nerd.” you said affectionately, leaning against him. “You did great, Eddie. I’m really proud of you.”

“Yeah?” he looked into your eyes. “I’m... I’m proud of me, too.” 

“You should be, you kicked ass.” You smiled at him. “And they’re gonna come back with a million dollar deal where you get to keep your master copies, get insane royalties, and get you set up with a world tour right away. You’re gonna chart at number one for weeks and you’ll get so popular everyone’s gonna get sick of you within two months.”

Eddie let out a laugh “Everyone’s already sick of me.”

“See? You’re already ahead of schedule. Good for you.” Eddie just laughed and shook his head. “...Not everyone is sick of you.”

Eddie’s hand moved to the back of your neck and rubbed the skin there absently, making goosebumps prickle your skin. “Most of this town is.” He said after a while. 

“Most isn’t all.” you countered. “I’m not sick of you.” 

“A brave woman. You should get a medal for dating the town freak. Most girls run away screaming by now.” He joked. 

“Pfff, you wish you were as scary as your reputation. I’ve been more intimidated by suburban moms at Family Video.”

“Sweetheart, you’re hurting my feelings.” He set his beer down and pulled you in closer. “If word gets out that I’m not the mean satanic spawn everyone thinks I am, then no one will take my music seriously.” 

“I’d make fun of you and point out that you put a lot of D&D references in your songs, but I’ll be nice.”

“I’d hope my girlfriend would be nice to me.” There was a waiver in the keyword in his sentence that you didn’t miss. 

Your heart made a weird thumping movement in your chest and you stared at him. “...Girlfriend?” You managed to choke out. 

Eddie stared at you for a moment, looking as though he had royally screwed up. You felt that arm around you twitch as he decided if he should pull away or not. 

“Yeah I uh...” he stumbled. “Thought maybe since you weren’t seeing anyone else and I wasn’t seeing anyone else-”

“I’d love to.” you said, your whole body felt like fireworks were going off. “I mean, if you’re good with it. I just assumed you’d at least keep me around as a groupie.”

Eddie doubled over laughing, his hair moving wildly as he shook his head. “Groupie implies that I’m going to share you with the band, and there is no way in hell I’m doing that.” 

“Oh good!” you let out a dramatic sigh of relief. “Because, between you and me, Gareth is just a tad young for me.” 

“Not into Juniors?” Eddie asked. 

“I generally don’t date high school students at all, but there are exceptions to every rule.” you said, crawling onto his lap and straddling him. His hands moved to rest on your hips and he looked up at you. 

“Listen about that I-” he started, but you cut him off. 

“I’m not gonna judge.” you said. “I had summer school every single year of middle school and sophomore year. It doesn’t change anything.” 

Eddie kept staring at you and took a deep breath. “...I sell drugs.”

Ok, that wasn’t what you were expecting. You stared at him blankly and looked him over. “What do you sell?”

“Are you looking to make a deal, or should I be careful how I answer that?” 

“I’m just looking for honesty.” you said. 

“Weed mostly.” Eddie ran one of his hands through his hair, his rings getting tangled in the curls for a moment. He struggled to break free as he continued. “Bennies... Special K....” 

“I take it that’s not a breakfast cereal.” you said, helping him free his tresses from the heavy rings. 

“No, not exactly.” Despite his wry answer, there was quiet laughter in his voice. 

“I guess it could be worse.” you said. 

“I just want you to know who I am before getting into something you might not want.” Eddie said, his fingers messing with the fabric on your thighs now that they were free from his hair. 

“Eddie,” you cupped his jaw and looked at him. “I like you. You like me. Stop trying to get me to dump you 2 minutes after calling me your girlfriend.” 

“Shit, sorry.” He sighed. “Yeah, I’m being a total dumbass right now, aren’t I?” 

“Only a little.” You dropped your hands onto his shoulders. 

“I know I’m not exactly the biggest catch. I’m a 6th year senior who’s already dropped out once, and a lot of people here think I'm some sort of Devil worshiper.” Eddie leaned back on the couch. “I’m just saying that dating me might not be the easiest.” 

“I’m in if you are.” you said, leaning over him, letting your fingers slide down his chest slowly. You couldn’t help but smile as you saw the doubt in his eyes immediately turn into Boy Brain at your wandering digits. “Are you in?”

His eyes darted down to your hands and then to your eyes and then to your lips. It was a little funny seeing him struggle internally with what you were offering. 

Eddie blinked and snapped out of that daze for a moment before nodding. “I’m in.” 

“Good.” you leaned in and kissed him. “No take backs.”

Eddie leaned up and met your lips in another kiss, deeper than before. His arms moved from your hips to slide around your waist and pulled you closer. You moved your hands back up to wrap around his neck so you could press your body against his. 

The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, losing yourselves in each other as the rest of the word seemed to disappear. When you felt his hand slowly slide up your torso, stopping just below your breast, he pulled back and looked at you. 

“Is this uh... do you mind if...?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling at how surprisingly polite he was being. The two of you had made out a few times, but hadn’t exactly taken that next step yet. Not that you hadn’t wanted to, and by the way you shifted and felt that insistent tent in his pants you didn’t think he’d have any objections. 

“Do you want to take this to my room?” you asked. “You can stay here tonight, if you want.” 

Eddie’s expression shifted into a sly smile. “Normally, I’d ask you to buy me dinner first, but you did that already a few times over.”

“Well, then I guess you owe me a few times over.” you smirked. 

“Good thing we have all night.” Eddie stood up as you slipped off of his lap, taking your hand in his. 

“Think you can go all night? Sure you aren’t wiped out from your big audition?” You teased him as you led him to your room. 

“Well, according to you I’m a hotshot rock god who’s about to go on a world tour.” Eddie closed the door and followed you to your bed where you laid down. He pulled his shirt off and crawled on top of you, the pick around his neck sticking to his skin. “If I can jump around on stage for hours and satisfy a stadium of adoring fans I’m sure I can satisfy my girlfriend.” 

“I like the sound of that.” you said, before pulling him into a deep kiss. 

Outside, a layer of snow started to dust the ground, but thee two of you had no trouble keeping warm for the rest of the night. 

a/n: I had a very long think about whether or not to add smut to this story and came to the unfortunate conclusion that it felt weird to add after such a chaste story. HOWEVER, with the series coming to a close within the next 2-3 chapters, I do plan on writing a few side stories. If you all ask REALLY NICE (ie: If at least one person says it lol) I will write smut for Eddie and Reader as a one shot.

We're really coming up on the end here, folks. I really can't believe that you all have stuck around this long. It's been almost a year since I started this story, and I really can't wait to see how this all wraps up! Yes, I know I'm the author, but that means absolutely nothing.

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[miiishra]

I think the story of Outlaws of Thunder Junction is kinda like that movie Jupiter Ascending. On first watch, you're like "wtf even is this nonsense" and then you go back to it like five times and every time it's like "everything here is bullshit and I actually kinda love it."

[pozartaa]

30 Dni Bez Liczenia Kalori1. Wrażenia, przemyślenia i wnioski

Stwierdziłam że podsumuje trochę to przedsięwzięcie

Powody:

w skrócie przypomnę jeszcze raz dlaczego to zrobiłam:

W zeszłym miesiącu poszłam do psychiatry bo od dłuższego czasu bardzo źle się czułam. Dostałam lek, który źle na mnie zadziałał i wyjął mi dwa dni z życia. Przez te dwa dni nie byłam w stanie prawie jeść, a liczenie kalorii nagle wydało mi się bez sensu. (Lek został szybko zmieniony na inny i jest ok)

Ponadto po rozmowie z psychiatrą uświadomiłam sobie, że moje ciągłe pilnowanie się jest wynikiem braku zaufania do siebie. Wszystko to powodowało u mnie ogromny lęk, frustrację i smutek. Postanowiłam więc obdarzyć siebie większym zaufaniem i zdać się w końcu na niemal dwuletnie doświadczenie w utrzymaniu wag1 i na nawyki, które zdążyłam sobie wyrobić.

Co się zmieniło:

⌚Przede wszystkim odzyskałam czas dla siebie. Wcześniej na prawdę sporo mi zajmowało ważenie wszystkiego ( tak, pomidorka też) i klepanie tego w Fitatu.

🫑Warzywa jem w dowolnej ilości. Koniec z ważeniem marchewek, kalafiora i innych papryczek.

🍎Bardziej kieruje się wyborem - "zdrowe" niż "niskokaloryczne" pojawiły się w menu owoce i bakalie (oczywiście wszystko z głową - myślę, że wciągnięcie na raz paczki Mieszanki Studenckiej to nadal nie jest dobry pomysł)

🍲W dni w które jestem bardziej głodna jem więcej. W dni w które jestem mniej głodna jem mniej. Nie pomijam posiłków, po prostu są to mniejsze posiłki.

🍽️Ale zwykle staram się by były to te 4 główne. Nie rzadziej niż co 4 godziny (najlepiej 2-3)- śniadanie/lunch/obiad/ kolacja i 1 lub 2 małe przekąski ( warzywa, "zdrowe batoniki", rozsądna porcja orzeszków, kisielek, wafle ryżowe, budyń, owoc, popcorn, suchy tost etc.).

🍰 Nie chodzę głodna - głód jest moim wrogiem - może być źródłem mniej przemyślanych decyzji. Staram się być zawsze syta ale nigdy napchana.

🍕Zrezygnowałam z Cheat Day raz na miesiąc. Przestałam mieć do tego wenę i jedzenie "zakazanych rzeczy" już od dawna mnie nie kreci. Stwierdziłam, że jeśli będę chciała któregoś dnia zjeść pizzę albo kebsa, to go zjem. Póki co nie miałam ochoty.

Co się nie zmieniło:

⚖️Moja w@ga jest taka sama... Właściwie nawet troszkę jeszcze schvdłam... ( to akurat nie było moim celem)

🧮Wiedza o ka1oryczności potraw nie wyparowała magicznie z mojej głowy. Mniej więcej wiem co jem i ile to ma. Po prostu nie rozliczam sie jak księgowa w kantorku. Limit kaloryczny który podaje w moim każdym poście (+/-2100kca!) to teoretycznie moje CPM (całkowita przemiana materii). Tyle powinnam jeść by ani nie tyć ani nie chudnąć.

🥣Ważę tylko "sugerowaną porcje" na przykład 40g makaronu albo 50g ryżu. Sprawdzam ile kcal mają jakieś nowe rzeczy, które zdarza mi się kupić. Nadal wolę wersję light... No, to się raczej nie zmieni

👨‍🍳Jem właściwie identycznie jak wtedy, kiedy robiłam bilanse. Korzystam z przepisów własnych zapisanych w Fitatu i robię je na oko. To duża wygoda - mam sporą bazę wypróbowanych wiele razy posiłków, które sobie powtarzam i miksuje na różne sposoby.

🐖Nie dałam sobie przyzwolenia na obżarstwo. Można nie liczyć kcal ale kalorie się liczą (trochę mootylkove hasło... ale tak). Dwa razy przemyślę czy chce mi się marnować kca1 na jakąś bombę dla chwilowej zachcianki. Nie mam zachcianek (póki co)

Co dalej?

Chyba na długi czas nie wrócę do liczenia. Dopóki waga jest ok, a ja jestem zadowolona z tego jak wygladam - nie widzę potrzeby.

30 dni to był idealny przedział czasu na sprawdzenie jak to zadziała.

Zadziałało wręcz idealnie.

Potrafię się ogarniać bez tabeli kalorycznej i to mnie cholernie cieszy. Czuję jakbym po długim czasie wzięła w końcu głęboki oddech. Jestem szczęśliwa, że się zdecydowałam. .............

Poza tym nauczyłam się latać 😆😉

Mam nadzieję, że mój blog bez bilansów nadal wam się podoba. Chociaż mniej piszę o otoczce żywieniowej, dietowej i ed-owej, a więcej o życiu po prostu. Dla fanów zdjęć jedzenia - tego na pewno nie zabraknie, tak jak kotospamu i relacji z karcianych potyczek w Magic The Gathering

Dziękuję wszystkim za wsparcie!

[oath-of-the-gaywatch]

okay but how did I fall for the exact same bamboozle again— (spoilers for the newest thunder junction story)

for my agents of artifice enjoyers out there, the book starts for kallist’s POV (who is actually just Jace but we don’t know that yet), and there’s a scene where Kallist makes an illusion and I remember thinking “oh cool! Kallist can make illusions too- Jace probably taught him or something-” only for it to be revealed that he was JUST JACE the WHOLE TIME and that’s why he could do that.

now here I am, reading the outlaws of thunder junction story, minding my business and in episode 3, oko’s whole game gets a telepathy link from ashiok and I remember thinking “oh okay sure that makes sense, ashiok can go into dreams and stuff so going into minds make sense sure” only for it to JUST BE JACE YET AGAIN.

you think I woulda thought more about that but hey- im never gonna be upset about getting Jace/Vraska content so I’m living for it-

[jasper-the-menace]

I was looking at the Magic: The Gathering: The Visual Guide by Jay Annelli for fanfiction purposes and... Why are so many planeswalkers so fucking tall???

Ajani being 6'3" makes sense because that's a lion man. If anything, he should be taller. But Tezzeret is 5'10"? How?

Basri is 6 feet tall (and Samut is 5'8" so I dunno maybe Bolas just likes Amonkhet people being taller).

Bolas himself is, hilariously, listed at "approximately 35 feet tall" (and so is Ugin). Karn is 7 feet tall which is...fine? He's a big bulky construct guy. Teferi is listed at approximately 6', which is weird, because very few heights so far give us "approximately" right there in the profile. Liliana's 5'10" and that feels right to me.

Then you get to the Kenriths and Will is 5'10" while Rowan's 5'9".

Daretti is listed as being "6 ft in cogchair", which makes sense because those are his legs now, man.

Lukka gets neither his own page nor a canonical height, but based on the pattern so far, he'd probably be listed at 6 feet tall.

Sorin is 6'2" and that's a crime because somehow Arlinn is only 5'7". She should be so much taller than him.

Huatli is 5'2". Let that settle in and realize that the dinosaur warrior-poet is the same height as me.

Chandra is 5'6". This is the only one so far besides Liliana that feels correct. But Saheeli being 5'4"???

Tyvar is 5'8", which is on the shorter end of the men so far, which is utterly fascinating to me.

But then we get to the part that got me started on this tangent. What do you MEAN Kaito is 6 feet tall while the Wanderer/Emperor is only 5'3"??? Absolutely not. Oh, and for those interested, Tamiyo is listed at 5'10", though it's unclear if this is before or after being compleated.

Elspeth is 5'9" and that's passable. That's an understandable number.

Koth is 6 feet tall and that feels fine because this man is notoriously beefy. But it doesn't feel real that he's somehow shorter than Sorin Markov.

Kaya is listed at 5'7", Ral is 5'10", Vraska is 5'10", and Jace is 5'10". Of those, only Jace really felt shorter to me, but I understand that Jace is the ruler that every other character's height has been measured against.

Sarkhan is 5'11" and Narset is 5'8". Again, reasonable and understandable numbers. Sarkhan is a guy who walks around without his shirt and Narset is a martial artist who can kick nearly anyone's ass. These are understandable heights.

Gideon is 6'4" and, like with Ajani, this number feels correct but also not quite tall enough? Calix and Niko, like so many others, are also listed at 5'10".

Kiora is 5'7", Nahiri is 5'9", and Nissa is somehow only 5'2".

We get mentions of yet no height information about Mu Yanling, Jiang Yanggu, and Mowu (who I am counting; bite me) under the short profile half-page on the Plane of Mountains and Seas (before it was renamed to Shenmeng), and then we get into the miscellaneous planeswalker profiles.

Angrath is 7 feet tall (again, this feels correct), Ashiok is 6'10" (HOW), Davriel is 5'10" (he gives real short king energy for someone who is that tall), Garruk is 7'7" with the note that it "varies by around 1 foot depending on his mood", Kasmina is 5'10", Ob Nixilis is 6'6", Oko is 5'5" with the note that it's "variable" (probably because of the shapeshifting), Vivien is 5'10", Aminatou is 4 feet tall, Estrid is 5'6", Grist is variable because it depends on the size of the swarm, and Wrenn is variable because it depends on tree height.

Anyway, yeah, that's all of the official heights as of the Visual Guide. So many fucking giants. It's crazy to me, man.

[mindboogling]

Frienship ended with Thanksgiving, now Lā Kū`oko`a is my best friend

[howlingday]

Once more, the maidens of the seasons gather together in the garden of the wise wizard and cross the seas and rivers of Remnant with smiles as pure as their hearts. Their hearts and minds never sullied; they are clad in clothes as clean as their souls. No crease in their blouses, no wrinkle in their skirts, their ribbons unbothered by the winds of chance. They walk swiftly, yet deliberately. Beacon Academy is the garden of Maidens. (It's also a coed school)

Pyrrha: Hello, my dear viewers~!

Oko Oko Oko Oko OKAMI

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Pyrrha Nikos. A second-year student at Beacon Academy. President of the student council as well as the class representative. She's pretty, smart, and athletic. In both academia and in public, she's revered as the Invincible Girl.

Pyrrha: ...

Pyrrha: (Thinking) Just as I planned~.

But Pyrrha Nikos, whose life at Beacon seems to be going well, has a secret she can never tell anyone. She was once A DELINQUENT!

Pyrrha: I was once the Unbreakable Mare of Sanctum Academy! In truth, though, my dark past was heavily influenced by reading too many AU fanfics. If I were caught, all the effort I've put into being an honor student would be for nothing! Not that anyone could ever see through my perfect disguise, though.

That's what she thought. Until today, that is.

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Ruby: (Wolf!Faunus, Looking at cat) Huh? You wanna piece of me? Come at me! (Swinging) Ora ora ora ora ora ora~!

Pyrrha: She's trying to pick a fight with an animal not even up to her knee? Should I help her?

Ruby: (Looks at Pyrrha)

Pyrrha: (Looks away, Looks back)

Ruby: (Death glaring at Pyrrha)

Pyrrha: She's staring at me! Why is she staring so intensely at me?! I'm going to be late if I try to help her. Honor students cannot be late! I'll... I'll just pretend I didn't see her and hurry to school.

Ruby: You're leaving me here? (Pyrrha stops) After seeing me like this, you're still leaving me here?

Pyrrha: Wh-Who, me?! Of course not! You're just playing around and having fun, right? I can't afford to play around right now~!

Ruby: Tomorrow morning, the news will say, "Academy student from Beacon was trapped in a stalemate and died."

Pyrrha: !

Ruby: You've already seen my face, so you'll remember it when you come this way to school.

Pyrrha: !!

Ruby: You'll live to regret this day, every day, thinking, "I should have helped her that day."

Pyrrha: !!!

Pyrrha: OKAY! FINE!

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Ruby: I LIVED, BITCH~!

Pyrrha: Geez, you're heavy...

Pyrrha: Fuckin' brat- I mean, what were you even doing?

Ruby: I woke up and this cat was in my face.

Pyrrha: Seriously, tell me why!

Ruby: I'm so grateful for you saving my life, MISS DELINQUENT~!

Pyrrha: Oh, please, it was no problem at all-

Pyrrha: "Miss Delinquent"? HUH?! Who do you think you're talking to?!

Ruby: (Poses, Pointing) Why it's you~!

Pyrrha: Wh-What are you even talking about?! Me?! With this beautiful and composed womanly appearance~? A delinquent?! That's just not possible!

Ruby: Really~? Well, you smell like one~.

Pyrrha: Smell like what?

Ruby: My ears are reacting, too! See?

Ruby: (Ears flash red and whirl around)

Pyrrha: What kind of sensor is that?!

Pyrrha: I need to get away from this girl.

Pyrrha: It was a pleasure meeting you, but I really must get to school! (Runs)

Pyrrha: That was too close! How did she know about my dark past? Who is she...?.

Ruby: ...

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A common trope in school settings, the conveniently-empty seat.

Pyrrha: This is bad! If this new girl says anything weird, my school life will be over! I have to make the first move.

Pyrrha: Good morning~!

Ruby: Oh, hey, you're that girl from earlier!

Pyrrha: So you're a transfer student? My name is Pyrrha Nikos. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask~!

Ruby: Thanks~!

Pyrrha: Maybe this will be okay after all. Maybe I was worrying way too much.

Pyrrha: Call me anything you'd like~!

Ruby: Anything I'd like? Whatever you say, MISS DELINQUENT~!

MISS DELINQUENT... MISS DELINQUENT... MISS DELINQUENT...

O KA

Ozpin: (Jaw drops)

O KA

Ciel/Cardin/Coco: (Stare with wide eyes, Mouths agape)

O KA

Wolves: (Look at Pyrrha with wolf eyes)

O KA okaokaokaoka

Pyrrha: ...Huh?

Ruby: Let's be friends, Miss Delinquent~!

Ozpin: Miss Nikos is a delinquent?

Cardin: Pyrrha of all people?!

Ciel: There must be a mistake!

Pyrrha: A WOLF JUST JOINED OUR CLASS AND THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE CHOOSING TO FOCUS ON?!.

Pyrrha: W-What? A delinquent? I have no idea what you're talking about~! Please don't make such false allegations~!

Ruby: It's what my primal instincts are telling me, though.

Pyrrha: What are you, a wild animal?!

Ruby: ALSO, YOU'RE A VIRGIN.

Pyrrha: ...Huh? HUUUH?!

Ruby: (Pointing to rotating red ears) My ears are reacting, too~!

Pyrrha: WHAT KIND OF SYSTEM IS THAT, ANYWAYS?!

Ozpin: (Smile on her face) Miss Nikos is a virgin?

Cardin: I knew it!

Ciel: Really?

Pyrrha: STAY THE HELL OUT OF THIS, YOU EXTRAS!.

Pyrrha: Wh-What proof do you have that I'm a virgin?

Ruby: So you're saying you're not a virgin?

Pyrrha: (Blushing red) ...

Ozpin: ...

Ciel/Cardin/Coco: ...

Wolves: ...

Pyrrha: (Boutta cry) W-Well... That's...

Virginity confirmed. VIRGIN

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Pyrrha: Huh?! Who left this wolf kibble on my desk?!

Wolf kibble, made from a mixture of dry canine kibble, fish, meat, bones, rabbit meat, and vegetables. Some interns may be pressured into eating them for laughs, but they are wholly un-nutritional for humans. The kibble, much like the joke, is in poor taste.

Pyrrha: (Turns, Sees Ruby)

Ruby: (Opens her mouth, Waterfall spills out)

Pyrrha: IT WAS HER FOR SURE! Wait, is that drool? What is she, some kind of mascot?.

Pyrrha: Excuse me, Miss Rose, but... What is this~?

Ruby: (Closes mouth, Wipes drool) Just returning the favor~.

Pyrrha: That's not what your face says!

Ruby: You saved my life this morning, right? This is my way of saying thank you!

Pyrrha: Oh, it was no big deal! I don't need any kind of repayment.

Ruby: Oh? (Scoops kibble into her mouth) Kibble ain't 'nuff for ya?

Pyrrha: That's not the issue. Besides, why are you so condescending all of a sudden?

Ruby: How about I give you my instead? (Yoinks off ear)

Pyrrha: They come off?!

Ruby: Here.

Pyrrha: I don't want it!.

Ruby: You can even chew on them~! (Chews)

Pyrrha: Does that even have a taste? Not that I'm willing to try it...

Ruby: It's bland and gamy, but it's super flexible.

Pyrrha: But you're eating it anyways?!

Ruby: If you're going to be like that then here! (Yoinks off other ear) Take this!

Pyrrha: I said I don't want it! And I'm probably not right to say this, but you're ruining your own identity! Without your ears, you're just a normal girl!

Ruby: For someone who saved my life... I'M WILLING TO THROW AWAY MY CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!

Pyrrha: Calm down! It's still too early for you to throw away your character!

It's only the first episode.

Ruby: You don't want my kibble and you don't want my ears. (Puts ears on)

Pyrrha: They come back on?.

Ruby: (Gasps) Could it be?! What you're after is... MY FRAGRANCE?!

Fragrant Meat = Dog Meat

Pyrrha: Why are you assuming I want dog related things?!

Ruby: (Tied up) Fine! Just be quick about it~!

Pyrrha: I'm not going to eat you! And how did you get tied up like that?!

Ruby: I don't have anything else to give you!

Ruby: (Jumps, Kibble falls out) See? Nothing. Not even a cent on me.

Pyrrha: Why do you have more kibble?

Ruby: (On her knees, Bowing) Please! I have nothing left to give!

Pyrrha: Why're you actin' like I'm extortin' ya?! An' fer kibble?!

Pyrrha: (Covers mouth) Crap! I let my old self out!

Coco: Hey, Ruru! You and Pyrrha friends already?

Ciel: It certainly looks that way to me.

Pyrrha: Huh? Ruru?

Ruby: (Poses cutely) That's me! Cute, huh~?

Pyrrha: You're so annoying.

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Ruby: Oh, Pyrrha-senpai, what're you thinking, bringing me to a place like this~? So... daring~.

Pyrrha: (Blushing) What are you imagining?!

Ruby: That's what I should be asking you.

Pyrrha: H-Huh?! What? I'm not...

Ruby: P-Girl... YOU ARE SUCH A VIRGIN.

Pyrrha: Shut up! And why are you calling me "P-Girl"?

Ruby: It's my brand-new nickname for you! Ruru and P-Girl! Nice, huh?

Pyrrha: This isn't a slice-of-life comedy show! Who said you could come up with nicknames for me?

Ruby: Well, if you don't like it, we can always go back to Miss Delinq-

Pyrrha: P-Girl is fine.

It was fine after all.

Pyrrha: Not that is matters anyways. Now, do you promise not to tell anyone about my secret ever?

Ruby: Huh?

Pyrrha: You see, I worked really hard to be an honor student at this school, and it'd be really troublesome if anyone found out.

Pyrrha: (Kabedon) Tell anyone, and it won't end well for you. GOT IT?

Wolves: (Chewing on paper sign)

Ruby: You mean your secret identity...

Ruby: You mean as a virgin?

Pyrrha: NO! I mean, that, too, but not what I was referring to! Argh... Where do you get off teasing me like that?

Pyrrha: Listen up! Those ears on your head had better be your only joke!

Ruby: ...You're right. My ears do make me look silly...

Pyrrha: Er... No...

Ruby: No one would ever like a girl with wolf ears. What even is a wolf, anyways? I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.

Pyrrha: I get it. She's lived her whole life with people talking about her appearance. And yet I... To hell with being an honor student! I've failed as a decent human being!.

Pyrrha: I- I'm sorry! I don't care about your ears!

Ruby: (Takes off hair and ears) How 'bout this~?

Pyrrha: (Staring in horror)

P-Girl, frozen in fear, was unable to ask where her ears started.

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Ruby: (Picks up box, Stumbles)

Pyrrha: (Catches box) Fine. I'll help you.

Ruby: Really? You will~?

Pyrrha: Y-You're hurt. Who know what'll happen if I leave you alone in here.

Ruby: Yahoo! Thank you~!

She is, without a doubt, a tsundere.

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Ozpin: I'm so glad you'll be joining the Wolf Club, Miss Nikos!

Pyrrha: Oh, of cour- What? Wolf Club?

Ozpin: As promised, feel free to use this room as much as you'd like!

Ruby: Hooray~!

Pyrrha: Wait a minute! What in the world is a Wolf Club? And who said I would be joining?

Ozpin: Oh? You didn't hear about it?

Ruby: I founded the Wolf Club!

Pyrrha: What the hell kinda club is that?!

Ozpin: I promised Miss Rose that if she cleaned up this place, she could use it has her club room.

Ruby/Ozpin: (High-five) RIGHT~?

Pyrrha: "RIGHT~!" MY ASS!. I can't be seen in a crazy club like this!.

Ozpin: I'm so glad to see you, Miss Nikos. You're so kind and caring.

Ruby: You're like a big sister~!

Pyrrha: (Lightly blushes)

Ozpin: You're so cheerful and kind, this is bound to be a good club.

Ruby: A real home away from home~!

Pyrrha: (Smiling, Blushing)

Ozpin: And you're so smart, you might win some kind of award!

Ruby: We could even get into the World Circuit~!

Pyrrha: (Beaming, Giggles)

Ozpin: With you on board, the Wolf Club can only do incredible things!

Pyrrha: LEAVE IT TO ME~!

P-Girl is a pushover.

Ozpin: Miss Rose, please out this club approval form.

Ruby: Okay~!

Ruby: "Club Name: Wolf Club".

Ruby: "Club President: Pyrrha Nikos".

Ruby: "Activities: Mainly taking care of wolf".

Pyrrha: Wait a minute! Why am I the club president?

Ruby/Ozpin: You're the club president, P-Girl/Miss Nikos.

Pyrrha: How are you two in agreement?! This is the Wolf Club, right? There's a literal wolf right here! Why not make her the club president?

Ruby: Oh, I get it! But it says right her that the Wolf Club mainly takes care of wolf.

Pyrrha: Well, yes...

Ruby: I will be the club's resident wolf, you see.

Pyrrha: The Wolf Club's resident wolf?

Ozpin: And the president takes care of her~!

Ruby: That's you, P-Girl~!

Pyrrha: I am not on board with this. What kind of club takes care of wolves? Is this a wildlife preserve club?

Ruby: And here! Submitted!

Ozpin: I accept your submission!

Pyrrha: SO EASILY?!

Ozpin: Miss president, I am counting on you to look after Miss Rose.

Ruby: I am in your care~!

Pyrrha: ...Fine.

Having said "Leave it to me!" with a smile, it was too late for P-Girl to back down.

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Ruby: Okay, let's start by giving me a good brushing.

Pyrrha: You have got to be kidding me! And what's with this weird brush?!

Ruby: It's an animal brush. (Snuggling)

Pyrrha: ...Fine! Let's just get this over with already!

Pyrrha: (Brushing Ruby) Dammit... Why me?

???: (In the bushes)

Pyrrha: Am I going to have to do this all the time?

Ruby: (Being brushed)

???: (Gripping so hard her fingers bleed) YOU DAMN PEST!

Y-YIKES! I have no idea what's going on, but it looks like the Wolf Club's fight has just begun!