#she's so FAST LOOK AT HER GOOOOOOO!!!!!

[steakout-05]

i was looking at old plushies on ebay and i found this Douglas horse bag plush and you gotta look at the gif i made out of the listing pictures man its absolutely hysterical

horses ROTAT E. rotato faster horsy.

WE HAV REAHCED MXAIMUN VELOCIPY!!! S HES GOIN WILD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[mod-kyoko]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO

Anyway this is my first request but I'm sure this is a certified banger

Kirumi/Kyoko/Korekiyo(Or Maki if Kiyo isn't your thing), reading books with S/O together (like sitting on their lap or something), and S/O falls asleep on them?

falling asleep on them x kirumi, kyoko, korekiyo, and maki

fandom: danganronpa

type: hcs, non-despair au

a/n: seriously when i read this request i had to put my phone down because i was so excited it is a banger

also kiyo is absolutely my thing, i love writing for him but i rarely get asked to

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kirumi tojo

you've been working with kirumi to help her develop a sense of self-worth, and an identity that doesn't rotate around being an object for others to use

but, one of the ways she would still serve you is by reading you books aloud

she's excellent at picking out books that you like, she always carefully chooses the next one based on the things she hears you say you like

this particular night you were exhausted, and so kirumi and you were side by side in bed

you were cuddled up into her side, so you could see the book as she read it out to you

but, you found that you just couldn't keep your eyes open

the soft pillows and warmth of kirumi's body lulled you to sleep

it took a while for her to notice that she was reading aloud to your sleeping form, and when she did a frown spread across her face

she thought to herself, did i fail to choose a book that would pique s/o's interests?

she wouldn't stop thinking about that for the rest of the night

to make it up to you, she got out of bed, tucked you in tight, and pressed a kiss to your head

then she headed to the kitchen to prepare a massive breakfast to surprise you when you woke up

kyoko kirigiri

reading is kyoko's favorite hobby, and it's always the thing she looks forward to most, especially since the two of you always do it together

you don't typically read the same book at the same time. instead, you just tell each other about what you're reading

most of the time kyoko is only able to read at night, or after work, which isn't the most convenient on nights like this when you're exhausted

the two of you would sit on a couch, with hot chocolate, tea, or coffee, and share a blanket

the two of you were reading your books one night, when kyoko heard a soft thud

you had fallen asleep sitting up, and dropped your book

luckily, kyoko remembered close to what page you were on, so after she picked up your book and slid the bookmark on the right page, she adjusted you so your head was on her lap

after removing her gloves and tossing them away, she tucked your hair behind your ears and picked her book back up

reading with one hand, she used her other to massage your shoulders

korekiyo shinguuji

the two of you have this thing where you read the same book independently and come together to talk about it

today was your weekly meetup to discuss the previous chapter

you were cozy on the couch, shoulder to shoulder, with your books open

it was kiyo's turn to share his thoughts on the chapter and you laid your head on his shoulder as he spoke

"the thing i really liked most about the chapter was that the symbolization of the main character's locket really-"

mid sentence, he noticed that your eyes were closed

he stopped talking, and leaned close to the side of your face

"was i that boring? you owe me your ears when you wake up," he whispered

stroking your hair with one hand and moving your book from your lap to the table with the other

he gently adjusted your position so you were now laying in his lap, and rested a hand on your face

maki harukawa

maki isn't much of a reader so she'll sit with you while you read yours, and follow along

she reads pretty fast for a person who isn't even a fan of books

when it took you too long to turn a page, she lifted her head up from your shoulder

"s/o, are you done with that page?"

she looked up at you to see your head leaned back against the couch, your eyes closed

wordlessly, maki took the book and closed it on a table, before settling back into your side

a blush spread across her cheeks as she slithered an arm around yours and closed her eyes, sleeping alongside you

it actually woke you up the way that she held onto you so tight, but the sight was too cute that you had to just sit there

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[hotcryptidsinyourarea]

Falling for the Frogman of Loveland, Ohio

story synopsis: Molly is a 30-something cookbook editor who has decided to move from New York to Loveland, Ohio after a bad breakup and a desire for a fresh start. She is instantly attracted to her neighbor Jeremiah's midwestern charms, but this local guy is much more than meets the eye...

human (she/her) + interdimensional humanoid frogman (he/him) cw: social anxiety, existential pondering, negative self-talk

Chapter 3

My body and mind are so exhausted, I sleep in an hour later than I usually do. The fact that my new bed is very comfortable also facilitates this late start, but I don’t really have it in me to complain about that. I finally pry myself from between the sheets and get dressed for my first full day in my new home. First thing’s first: coffee. 

I do a quick search for the closest non-chain coffee shop to my place. Part of the appeal of moving to a smaller community is supporting the local business culture. Never again will I spend $10 on a tall, burnt-ass latte from the Bucks. There’s one on Loveland Madeira alongside all the other fast food chains, but I’m going to avoid it like the plague. It’s the weirdest thing in New York: everybody talks about how much they love their neighborhood coffee shops, but no matter when or how you see them in real life, there will always be that ubiquitous siren-logo’d cup planted firmly in hand. It’s like some grand delusion we all pretend we’re not a part of. 

No that I think people in a small town are paragons of virtue or anything. I know there is hypocrisy and assholes everywhere you go. But you spend enough time in one place and eventually you have the right to gripe about it as much as your little black heart desires! Or that’s what I tell myself, I guess. Part of me will always love New York and I truly look forward to going back and visiting. But the agitation I feel at just a passing reminder of the city tells me I made the right move leaving town. I just hope this place ends up being where I’m supposed to be. 

Well, what better way to get a feel for a new town than running a couple of normal, domestic errands? Namely: coffee. Let’s fucking gooooooo!

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I’m loving the decor at the Blue Chip Roasters coffee shop. The amount of hearty wood furnishing and exposed burl fixtures gives it a Twin Peaks vibe without being derivative. It’s warm and homey and the scent of fresh coffee brewing makes my mouth water. There’s a huge wraparound counter that isolates the staff area behind the machines and cash register, which lines up with the doorway so you can walk right up to it. On the other side of the counter are bar stools occupied by various coffee drinkers who are all immersed in their books or laptops. It’s simple but welcoming. A satisfactory first impression, for sure. 

It’s a blessedly simple menu. They only have two types of milk, whole and oat, but I’ve never strayed from the classic whole milk-coffee combination anyways. Full fat means full flavor and that’s what I want. I order a double iced latte and a cinnamon roll for breakfast. As I drop in a dollar for tip, I notice the jar is covered in stickers and such all depicting some artists’ renditions of an anthropomorphic frog. In big block letters it reads: 

>> DON’T FROG-ET TO TIP! - LFM <<

“Who is LFM?” I ask the girl working the register. 

“Oh, it stands for Loveland Frogman. You’ve never heard of it?” 

“I can’t say that I have, but I’m new in town. Like, brand new.” 

“Oh, well it’s just a dumb local legend. Years ago, a couple cops saw a lizard standing on its hind legs and told everyone they saw a Frogman. Locals have kind of taken it on as a mascot of sorts even though it’s fake as fuck.” 

“It’s NOT fake,” says the kid behind the espresso machine pulling shots. “The Frogman is real. That lizard story is a cover-up ordered by the FBI. Ask anyone from around here and they’ll tell you a story about them or someone they know spotting him at some point.” 

“That’s ridiculous,” the cashier rolls her eyes. “The people that claim to see him are just dumbasses lying so they can be the center of attention for a moment. Either that or meth heads.” 

“It wasn’t a frog at all,” says a third worker sweeping something up behind the counter. “It was an alien. A being from another dimension. That’s why the FBI wanted to cover him up. No one cares about some overgrown science project.” 

The local color of it all has me stunned silent. I am not used to talking this much with strangers. Honestly, I felt like I was pushing it by asking the cashier in the first place. I was half expecting a snide fuck-if-I-know dismissal. And now after instigating the conversation, I find myself at a loss for words. Great! I have no idea how to get out of this in the correct, polite way. I’m a decade out of practice. Thankfully, a voice coming from a bar stool in my periphery offers me a blessed interjection to keep me from looking as dumb as I feel.  

“Don’t listen to them. They’re just messing with you because you said you’re new in town. We don’t get a lot of ‘new’ around here often. A lot of the same,” says the guy. I turn to look at him, remembering the most rudimentary of manners, but what I see doesn’t help my muteness because this dude is good looking. 

Very good looking, one might say. 

Ridiculously, if you’re so inclined. 

I get that feeling in my chest that makes me feel like I’m twelve years old again and my friend Jessica’s older brother Adam would walk in the room while we watched TV– like it’s suddenly difficult to to take a full, deep breath and a heat spreads across my shoulders and chest. I can’t remember the last time I felt this way. I am completely flustered. I break eye contact to fumble through my wallet for an extra couple dollars to throw in the tip jar. Fuck! I need to work on my spontaneous conversation skills. I wasn’t expecting to experience culture shock quite to this extent, but I guess even just one state away is a whole other place, isn’t it? 

“Where are you from?” asks the guy. A straightforward question that I am perfectly capable of answering… hopefully. 

“I moved here from New Yor–” I manage to croak out, stumbling over that last syllable. I clear my throat. “York. I moved here from New York.” 

“New York City?” 

“The very one.” 

“Why would you leave New York to come to Loveland of all places?” he asks. “Most people are doing everything in their power to make it out of here.” 

“Oh, you know, sometimes the place a person needs is the last place you’d expect,” I reply. Looking back at the cashier, they have an incredulous look on their face like I’m speaking crazy talk. 

“Whatever you say, lady.” They hand me my coffee, my transaction finally complete. I lift the cup in salute and give a tight mouthed smile to the hot guy at the bar. He lifts his cup in return, a good humored smile plastered on his face. 

As I leave the coffee shop and settle into the driver’s seat of my car, I’m suddenly hit with the realization that I answered that hot guy’s question with the kind of trite bullshit normally reserved for Pinterest quotes. 

“Sometimes the place a person needs is the last place you’d expect,” I repeat back to myself. “What the FUCK does that mean, you dumbass weirdo bitch?” The heat I felt across my chest has definitely spread across my face. Luckily, there’s no cute coffee guy to see my embarrassment as I drive back home. 

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Once I’m back home with my coffee and cinnamon roll, I park it back outside on the iron patio set and enjoy my breakfast. With a little food and caffeine in my system, I realize I may have been overreacting to the little interaction at the coffee shop. It probably wasn’t as bad as it was in my head. I was just hungry and fatigued from moving. No big deal. 

I hear the doorbell and go to let the internet installation technician inside. I’m impressed that he showed up so early in the estimated service window. It wasn’t uncommon for me to wait all day for a tech in New York only for no one to show up when they said they would. The next day or so, I’d often get a call while out and about. 

“Hi ma’am it’s George from Concast. I’m here to install your internet. Can you let me in?” 

“Let you in? You were supposed to come yesterday. I didn’t get any notification that you’d come today– I’m not here.” 

“Well, I need to be let in to install your internet…”

“But I’m not there. We’ll just have to reschedule.” 

“Next availability is in two weeks.” 

“GODDAMMIT. Wait right there– I’ll be back as soon as possible!” 

But none of that rigamarole is happening now. At this moment, I am reading a book on my back patio with an iced coffee and a cinnamon bun while Lyle sets up my fiber internet at the exact time he was scheduled to do it. Life is good. 

Okay, I may be looking at everything with rose colored glasses, but I’ll allow myself to bask in my new home serenity for a little while longer. What can it hurt to take the time to enjoy the fact that things are going smoothly? Back in the city, it felt like I was constantly having to strive for things to work. They rarely did and any hint of them possibly doing so was dashed with such expedience I never allowed myself the luxury of thinking that I possibly deserved for things to be easier. 

There was no way for me to get to that point when stuck in constant survival mode. The city is a beast, constantly growing. So even if you get to a point where you’re realizing some sort of comfort, the beast will continue to expand and shift until your complacency gets you displaced. It’s exhausting! I guess the hustle gives you something to live for– that’s why you see so many 80-year old women wandering around the streets of Manhattan. But they’re a hard eighty. And you can’t help but think they’re not there because they want to bust their asses just to make it through a day, but because they simply don’t even know there are other ways to live. Humans are creatures of habit. We find comfort in conformity. We create these confines and then tell ourselves because we made them, we must also work within them. 

It’s logical: as animals, we are bound by evolutionary instinct to find and keep a lifestyle that enables us to be productive– namely, reproductive– so that drives us to make choices that are safe and keep us connected. But I don’t think it’s extreme to say we as humans can and should continue to evolve past base evolutionary drive. It’s not imperative for all of us to be constantly productive. We have machines and programs that help us do a lot of the heavy lifting so that we may spend more time enjoying the world we’ve been gifted. And just as these advancements further separate us from any quote/unquote “natural way” of existence, we should consider the possibility that breaking free from our patterns and choosing not to conform to the established expectations may serve us positively. 

Of course, it’s that “new is better” mindset that led Mark to breaking up with me. He saw moving in together as conforming to the established expectations of those around us and he couldn’t do it. So perhaps I’m a hypocrite waxing poetic on the evils of conformity. No ideology would’ve stopped me from moving in with him. I was dead set on doing the expected. 

Except, I didn’t see it as settling. I saw it as an exciting new experience that just happened to promise a bit of security alongside the novel. There is adventure to be found alongside someone you can rely on. I guess at the end of the day, we broke up over a difference of perspective. If you’re going to build a life with someone, you should both see your future from the same vantage point. 

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With the internet working and full stomach, I’m ready to continue unpacking. It’s not so much the unboxing that’s taking up my time. But with every essential item I unwrap, I’m reminded of something I’ll need to buy in the process of turning this house into a home. It feels a little consumerist, but I fully intend to take my time in accumulating these items and purchase with quality in mind, so I don’t sweat it.

Well, I don’t sweat the prospective shopping. Unpacking boxes does work up quite the literal sweat, however. It’s almost 6 pm and I am in desperate need of an end-of-the-day shower. Before I hop in, I pull up a food app and find the best rated Thai restaurant in my delivery area. I put in an order for pad thai and spring rolls and receive an hour delivery estimate– plenty of time to get clean before dinner, so I hop in the shower. 

I’m right in the middle of rinsing the conditioner from my hair when I hear the doorbell. An hour was either an incredibly inaccurate delivery estimate or it took me much, much longer to wash my hair than it normally does. 

“WAIT!” I holler towards the door as I wrap myself in my favorite extra large, super fluffy bath towel. “I’M COMING! I’M COMING!” I scurry as fast as I can to the door, probably looking like a drowned rat. 

“I’m so sor–” I halt as soon as I see who’s on the other side of the door. It isn’t my Thai food at all. It’s the guy from the coffee shop– the hot one who rescued me from my social awkwardness. He has that charming smile on his face, but it fades a bit as he gets a good look at me. In a breath of realization, his eyes go up to the sky as a pink blush spreads across his face. It’s kind of adorable, to be honest. 

“I am so sorry,” he says. “I’m your… we’re neigh– I live a couple doors down,” he fumbles through. “I wanted to come over and welcome you to the neighborhood.” 

“We– we met earlier, right? At the coffee shop?” I find myself once again in a situation I haven’t experienced in quite some time. Fourteen years in New York and not once did I have a neighbor come to my door to introduce themselves. I’m not even certain if I’m expected to invite him in. I certainly don’t know how to proceed when I’ve opened the door but a single layer of terrycloth between my nude body and the– admittedly gorgeous– welcome wagon. Thankfully, the wagon in question seems steady on the trail. 

“Yes! Yeah, that was me. Hey– I can, you know, wait here a second if you want to…” he makes a vague gesture towards the towel. 

“Oh! That would be great, yes. But you don’t have to wait outside. Please, come on in.”

He gives me a wary look. “Are you sure? I don’t mind…” 

“Yeah, I guess it’s not exactly best practice to let some guy I just met into my home while I’m changing, huh? I’m sorry, I just don’t want to be rude.” 

“You’re not, I promise. Go ahead, I can wait here. I’m patient.” 

Now I’m the one who’s blushing. Blushing a nude in front of a strange man. Mother would be so proud. I give him a sheepish smile as I close the door then scurry back to my room to throw on the nearest clothes I can get my hands on. I make a pit stop to take a peek in the bathroom mirror, rub the smudged mascara from under my eyes, and run my fingers through my hair. It’s not much, I think looking at my sorry state, but it’s what I got. 

I head back to the front door and take a moment to compose myself to come off with a false air of nonchalance. Fake it til you make it, right? 

I open the door and see him leaning against the wall and looking through his phone casually. I notice for the first time he’s holding a bottle of wine in the other hand. He looks up and catches my eye. A smirk sprawls across his face. 

“Woah– that was quick!” he says. 

“Yeah, well, I don’t have a lot of things unpacked here at the moment, so I don’t have much to sift through. Cuts down on the decision fatigue when choosing what to wear, for sure.” 

His smile brightens and it puts my entire body on high alert. I may not be nearly naked anymore, but looking at this guy makes me feel so exposed, like he’s seeing things about me that I’m not even aware of. I’m a grown ass woman, but this guy has me feeling bashful for the first time in years. 

“Come on in,” I move aside and open the door completely to let him inside the house. “I think you’ve proven you’re trustworthy enough.” 

“Cool, yeah.. I mean, thanks.. Yeah.” His stammering is endearing. There’s something comforting in the shared awkwardness as if the meeting of two awkward nerds cancels us out into being normal. “I’m Jeremiah,” he introduces himself and holds his hand out to shake. 

“Molly,” I grasp his hand in return. “It’s nice to officially meet you.” 

“Yeha! I hope you don’t find this creepy, but earlier I noticed the internet guy in your driveway and realized someone had finally moved into this place. The for sale sign was taken down about a week ago and I was wondering when you’d show up. Then when you said you just moved here at the coffee shop earlier, I thought maybe the new owner could be you.”

“And it is!” I interrupt. “I mean, I am. That is to say… It's kismet.” Jesus Christ. Is that something people say? Can I even define “kismet?”  Am I just embarrassing myself here? 

“Exactly!” His smile breaks my shame spiral. “It’s always worth noting when we get to witness the stars aligning in real time.” He holds the bottle of wine up to eye level for me. “I brought you a housewarming gift. It’s nothing special– I wasn’t even certain if bringing wine to a stranger is appropriate. But it’s a pretty dry red. I thought if you don’t drink, you can use it for cooking.” 

“I do! I mean, I do drink. Thank you, you’re very kind and I feel quite welcome.” I take the bottle and scan the label. It’s a Chianti I’ve never tried before. “This looks beautiful. Would you like to have a glass with me?” 

“Um… sure! That sounds nice. Do you have glasses?” 

“I don’t have stemware, but I have a couple cups that will do. Plus,” I pause to rummage in the drawer where I stashed my well loved wine key the night before, “I have this!” I grab the water glasses I have from the cupboard and start working the corkscrew into the top of the bottle. 

“Please, allow me.” Jeremiah takes the wine and key from me and effortlessly drills deep into the cork, angling the bottle away from him. He looks me directly in the eye as he pushes the lever away from him and removes the cork with an muffled POP.

What in the actual fuck? How was that so… hot? 

He grabs the glasses and distributes even, modest pours in each of them before handing me one. “Cheers,” he says, lifting his own glass, “to your new home.” 

“And new neighbors,” I clink my cup against his, immediately questioning whether that was smooth or just pathetically thirsty. Either way, I take a sip. I notice his eyes darting around, taking in the details of the house. 

“This place is almost the exact same layout as my place, just reversed.” 

“Really?” I ask. “Is that unusual?” 

“Not really, no. These subdivisions are financed and built before they’re ever sold. Developers will have a handful of blueprints and rotate between them while building. I guess keeping everything as uniform as possible allows them to churn out houses quickly and reduces the risk of error. You build the same house over and over again, you can probably throw them up in your sleep.” 

“Or they get so overconfident and cocky, they begin to slack off and make mistakes.” 

“Oof. You’re telling me. Complacency can definitely lead to miscalculations.” He takes another sip before continuing. “Happens in my work all the time.” 

“Oh yeah? What do you do?”

He winces. “It’s kind of hard to explain– not that it’s beyond your understanding,” he reassures me and my heart melts ever so slightly. “But, basically, I track and predict rainfall.” 

“You’re a meteorologist?” 

“No. I don’t really know much about weather in general. It’s more like I use statistics to estimate which places will experience flood or drought in the near future. I then use those estimates to inform the purchase and sale of certain commodities.” 

“Commodities. Like food?” 

“Food is a big part of it, yes. But also a lot of precious metals and whatnot. And oil. There’s always oil.” 

“So you’re a gambler,” I tease. He grins in response. 

“An informed gambler, yes. But, you know– no risk, no reward.” 

“Well it does sound pretty interesting. More so than what I do.” 

“Which is?” 

“I am an editor for a publishing company that specializes in highly stylized cookbooks. A lot of Housewives for housewives kind of content. I basically make sure that what the authors– or, at least, their ghostwriters– put in their drafts all make sense. You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve caught cups– multiple cups– of salt from being added to a dessert recipe.” 

“That sounds interesting to me,” he says, being polite. I appreciate it nonetheless. “So does that mean you know how to cook a lot of different things?” 

I guffaw. “In theory, at least. I’m not a talented chef by any means, but I can make a meal.” I realize that at every chance I get, I’m diminishing myself in this conversation. When did I fall into that little habit? But before I can think much more about it, my doorbell rings. “Speaking of meals, that would be the takeout I thought you were.” I answer the door and thank the delivery person after they hand me my order. When I come back, I see Jeremiah rinsing out his now empty glass of wine before gently placing it in the sink. 

“Well this seems like the perfect opening for me to make a graceful exit. I’ll leave you to enjoy your dinner.” He gives me a genuine smile and reaches out to shake my hand goodbye. “It was really great meeting you. I’m excited to have someone cool in the neighborhood. And if you need anything, anything,” he gives my hand a squeeze on the emphasis and while making some very effective eye contact, “don’t hesitate to ask.” 

Damn. My new neighbor is hot.

[ninthhousedyke]

Arcane Season 2 spoiler thoughts!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

After the events of the election in the US, I really needed something to keep me from offing myself and Arcane season 2 could not have come at a better time honestly. I’m literally frothing at the mouth over this first act and I cannot wait for the rest of it. I’ve been looping all the released songs aggressively and I love almost every single one. This will be my new personality for the foreseeable future, gang.

Alright lets get the few negatives out of the way first:

1. I…do not like the new intro. It feels way too muted and strange compared to the energy of the season 1 opener. I would have preferred they kept the first season opening and just made minor tweaks, like having Ambessa’s shadow appear instead of Silco’s or something.

2. I’ve seen some discourse already about it being “fast” and like….I didn’t think that would be shocking to people. This is the season of action. We built up all the plot threads so now they can explode into their brilliance. We know this world and these characters and we can be tossed into the thick of the action and the emotions without handholding anymore. We aren’t building to a climax anymore; we’re IN the climax! Of course shit is hitting the fan quickly, that’s what happens when shit hits the fan. We’ve been away from this world for 3 years, but the season is picking up seconds after the last one ended. Reacquaint yourself with the world and it won’t feel so out of no where.

Alright onto every other thought I have:

1. LESBIANS ARE WINNING RAHHHHHHH

2. LESBIANS ARE LOSING NOOOOOOOO

3. Ahem how could you do that to me in the same episode? Like oh my god it’s so heartbreaking how well both sides of this debate are constructed. Seeing both characters in real time look right past the experience and perspective of the other. It’s just another example of not having a conversation like this in the heat of the moment. I love both my girls and I know they’ll make up….right Riot? They’ll make up right?

4. Ambessa orchestrating all out war like this, escalating it where it didn’t need to be and bringing Caitlyn up to be her warlord apprentice makes me so apprehensive for the next act!!! God the way Ambessa immediately clocked Caitlyn was the person she needed for her little takeover is so calculating!! Caitlyn is already making impulsive choices on her own and now she’ll be under the wing of a woman who wants nothing more than power and bloodshed. I cannot wait to see how far Caitlyn is going to fall before she realizes what this stray from her morals has done to her. I hope we get a final showdown between her and Ambessa where she rebukes being what Ambessa is grooming her to be.

5. That episode 1 fight scene was INSANEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Okay all the fights were insane and so well executed and fuck everything is so perfect and exactly what I was expecting from Arcane. The chainsaw went crazy and Sevika’s new arm is just so simultaneously Jinx and Sevika. It’s brutal and chaotic and I know Sevika can work wonders with it. Also Sevika please call me.

6. I love how all these characters that were mostly background people in season 1 are now getting moments in the spotlight instead of just introducing brand new characters. Like yes utilize the remaining chembarons for the Zain power vacuum rather than bringing in new people! Yes have the remaining councilors become bigger players on the board instead of more Noxus people! Yes utilize existing background characters to bring in the Black Rose!! I love that we have more room for important new characters / champions because we’ve utilized existing background characters in this way.

7. Rip Smeech, I liked your voice buddy.

8. Viktor Jesus arc here we gooooooo! Glorious Evolution tis time!!!

9. I love how the arcane itself is becoming a character. It’s influencing the plot and characters in a way it didn’t before. Now it’s actually an agent of its own power. I am so excited to see what consequences this will have.

[abyssalgalaxy]

Ive been reading the reigen manga finally so have my live thoughts that i wrote while reading it

Spoilers to the REIGEN manga ofc, actual proper comments at the end of it

Tome

TOMEEE YAY

Tome witnessing the highshcool girl with a toast trope I love it, sending tropes out of the window like always <3

Tome has a UFO bag!!!

Oughhh she feels like an outcast, give this girl the chance to infodump

Hi reigen

REIGEN AND TOME ARE BOTH LIKE THAT LMAOO THE FREE TIME DUO

I get why hes trying to get her away, it is a dangerous job, but he def does kinda see her as a nuisance

Serizawa

Hii serizawa!!!! :DDDDD

Reigen fucked up lmfao

oh nvm Serizawa saves the day :D

Dimple

Tome's teacher kinda looks like the first guy from the first episode/chapter, Taro I think was his name, it would be funny if he were lol

"Giving her my powers" I SEE WHERE THIS IS GOING HEHEHE

The ghost actually does look kinda scary wow

DIMPLEEE LETS GOOOOOOO

Roshuuto

So she really just fuckin brough him to S&S

So this is the infamous Roshuuto

My fuckin god Reigen is so cringe sometimes/aff/, bro wtf do you mean by spiritual level????

HIS CONTACTS ARE ALL MIDDLESCHOOLERS HELP

HE FUCKING FELL FOR THE SPIRITUAL LEVEL THING

BOTH JODO AND ROSHUUTO FELL FOR IT HOLY SHIT

I thought Jodo was gonna cook, he didnt do shit

Ooh shit, things are starting to go down

Oooh fuck

YAAAY SERIZAWAAA unless...

ok <3 yay <3

Roshuuto is a diiiick

So Tome heard reigen cus she trusts him, and Hoshida heard Roshuuto cus he trusted him too, only to be left to die, damn

Also reigen heard tome beacuse he worries and actually cares about her

Tips

Ooo Serizawa flexing his powers, imagine that in anime, i see a lot of potential

Wagh Serizawa has learned a lot from Reigen and Mob, hes changed a lot from the first time we saw him

Its interesting how this is the first time we see the "Psychic powers are not special" on a non esper

IN THE SPANISH VERSION SHE CALLS HIM LIL DIMPLE BASICALLY LMAOO

So theyre trying to make her realize that psychic powers arent special and to see beyond other things that could interest her, its basically what mob does in the series, but this time it's Tome's turn to learn

I felt a little "I love my job beacuse I get to be around people i like" from reigen when he was gonna tell her about why he works but HE DIDNT

Oh imagine the salt panel in an anime adaptation he would look cool

Salt splash

Is it me or did the artstyle change, it looks a bit more like the anime

SO SHES BEEN THROWING SALT

GET SALTED IDIOT

Oh shit hes gonna say it

OH HE ACTUALLY DID SAY IT I didnt think he'd say the truth

Ow that did kinda hurt, but it makes sense, he does care about her, hes trying to protect her

Reigen

Oh hey its the anime girl again

Rip hoshida again lol

Oh they changed the lion joke here, in this translation it was translated as "Why dont lions like fast food? Beacuse they cant catch it" lol

OOOOH WE'RE SEEING THE GIRLS OTHER SIDES LETS GOOOOO

SHE MAKES YAOI

WEIRD GIRLIES I LOVE THEM SO MUCHHH AAAAAA

SHE GETS IT NOW YAAAAAY

What the fuck happened to roshuuto

SERI NOOO WTF IS HAPPENING

DIMPLE WASNT ABLE TO HELP EITHER???

ROSHUUTO UR A DIIIIIIIIIICK WTFFF I GET IT BUT WHYYY

FIUWHECOIQUEOCQIERGQOIERCHQOEWU9CHQOWEIFFQHE8FQ7HW9F8QU294F7QH28FQHWEJ

THE HUG OUGH

HE TOOK IT

HOOO NOOO

OH whats he gonna do

Oh fuck

Aw hes hugging it

OH OH I SEE

Oh it worked! I think

OH NO THAT CANT BE MOB IT CANT

I WAS TOLD HE DIDNT APPEAR HERE

Oh hes just grabbing his ass by the suit

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO unless...

YAAAY, I didnt hink Mob would actually show up, I thought some other thing would appear but yayyyy

I wonder if he ever told mob what actually happened

N you can tell its mob cus the first thing he says its asking reigen again to not call him so suddenly also he sees mob cus reigen trusts mob

Aw they just go for ramen, ngl he deserves one, that mustve been stressful

LMAO ROSHUUTO

He doesnt even know math

NONE OF THEM KNOW MATH

Final thoughts: That was so fun to read omg, we really need an anime adaptation or a movie even that could work too Aside from that, I get why its called REIGEN and not TOME despite Tome being the protagonist, the spinoff it is about Reigen, its about what he taught to mob and others, the core message of the series "You arent special" Tome's arc here is understanding that. She feels lonely and bored beacuse she cant be herself in this new enviroment, shes an outsider, different from the other girls that are just interested in superficial things so she goes to s&s to be around things that she enjoys, ghosts, cursed places, psychic powers, etc. She isnt seeing that theres more things to see However she then realizes that the rest of the girls do have that problem of feeling like an outsider beacuse of their interests and when they realize that theyre all weird they start trusting each other and start to fully enjoy their company, she understands that her situation is not special, theres many more people that accept her as she is, she starts enjoying the connection she has with others, shes found a place where she fits in Thats what reigen did, he was able to find a place where he can be with the help of others, this ones about apreciating the connections we make with others

Ok my thoughts were kinda scrambled so I hope that makes sense, thanks for reading my shits <3

[fandomsandfairytales]

Live reactions to Quigley Down Under

Basically a form of liveblogging. I wrote all this down while I was watching the movie.

Putting a "keep reading" cut here because ~spoilers~

The bullet points are split up by lines every now and then, usually based on scene. I'm leaving my phone typos in there for amusement purposes and adding in occasional brackets for clarification.

[Opening scene in the boat] Oooooo he's got manners

AND SASS!

[thought this but didn't write it down at the time] Very good introduction to his character, effectively shows us what his character is like with one interaction right off the bat

Very Max Way like, helping Cora

Also yuck to those guys

Lol to him insulting and then totally doing away with those guys [my autocorrected it to "bugs" and it's not wrong]

My name isn't Roy - gives off "don't call me Shirley" vibes a bit

This man is so sick and tired of everything in this country not even 10 minutes in

They got a body!

LOL at "we sent them back to England"

Trying to grasp the plot here

The look in his eyes is saying "What if I'm actually Roy?" at about 13 min

Severus Snape voice!! [Alan Rickman came onscreen and said "Matthew Quigley"]

Fancy specs there [about the gun]

Cora admitting she doesn’t know him!

Here we gooooooo

Got earplugs sir?

Oooooo he’s got SKILLS [shooting the bucket from far away]

Knew he would, of course, lol

That deserter guy's got VERY blue eyes

Dunno if Alan Ricjmsn [Rickman] is reminding me of someone else or just himself

Well that was a fast execution

Aha, I think it’s Ben Barnes as the Darkling, a bit [the person Alan Rickman was reminding me of, because of the facial expressions]

“yOu WeRe AcTuAllY IN dOdGe CiTy???”

This guy [Quigley] is such an American

Jack Pearson vibes hair & facial hair

Why are u so proud of your mint jelly sir

Aha more plot

OoooOOOOO

“Your American Indian” I’m going to skin u alive

What is that box for? Oh, cigars

This Marston guy is so rude

Ugh white supremacy

He’s making me bristle every other word

I’m wondering if Quigley is gonna become an outlaw

The tears in his eyes!!!!

LOL GET THROWN OUT

The outlaw part might be happening faster than I thought XD

GET WRECKED

Lolllll at the turnabout

Also the guys being afraid bc of the long shot rifle XD

YRAHHH PUT UR FEET UP ON THE TABLE

Lol they’re trying to ambush him

Of course it was the slave who got him bc nobody listens or expects them

Cora is so brave!

I KNEW THEY WERE GONNA THROW TJEM TOFETJER

enemies to lovers via being dumped in the desert, let’s go

Stunning landscape

Oh no, he doesn’t have his gun. Sad

Those rickety wagon wheels!

LOL the whisper

Oooooo he’s gonna knife em

Oh he put down the gun. Big mistake

Cool theme!!! The music!

YES HE CAN SHOOT FROM THERE

YOU CAN DI IT MISRER WYIGKEY

he’s giving beat up Walt Longmire

“On a new job it’s quite common for things not to go well at first” 😂 love how they both laugh

Also she’s lowkey giving Mallory from Studio C character vibes

The way she just leaves the hoop there on the ground

Also serious Thorne and Cress vibes

Had that the moment they said “dump them in the desert” They’re really dying ooof

You’re not just going to LEAVE HER THERE ARE U Of course not. Bc you’re a man with morals

Ouch that sunburn doesn’t look fun

This is also giving Walt Longmire dragging Henry through the desert

The moon!!!

They so want us to think it’s Quigley and Cora [the two people the British guys brought in]

Nope, lol

Aha!!! The guys he killed

Lol GET WRECKED

Aboriginal people!

That shot of the silhouettes against the sun is beautiful

Interesting

More Max Way chivalry vibes! “You okay?”

“The shady side of dead” is a cool phrase

Lolll to the kangaroo bit

Oh, grubs

Her accent is making me think of Ed in the movie where they take the babies [Raising Arizona]

“I don’t eat things that are still moving” then kill it first

Cool montage!

Cora backstory??!

The slow zoom in on her is so nice

Wait. Did she actually kill her baby? The poor woman

Dang

SGE WAS TRYINH TO SAVE HER AND THE BABY!!?!!!!!!!

“I know, cause I watched him leave” ughhhh (around 50 mins in)

This poor man just got trauma dumped on

Oh they’re gone!

Is he playing along with her?!

Oh NOOOOO

The way she’s running even if she can’t do anything. She cares so fiercely

Those guys deserve to die

GET RHEM GET THEMMMMM

Lolll yeah she’s not making this any easier for him

Yay he did good!!!!

This man is like Walt Longmire and Jack Pearson combined

“Are you trying to get your head blown off?” Lowkey Riser and Billie vibes to me

Oh 😭

“I could’ve used some help up there” wdym? she didn’t have a weapon

Awww the hand over her hands

Her smile looks like the aww yeah lady

Literally burst out laughing at “I’m cold.” I see EXACTLY what you’re trying to do there sweetheart

LOL to the flirtation

Oh she’s taking her corset off

He’s sweet

LOL

“Matthew”

“I’m not sharing my bed til I know who’s in it” completely and legitimately fair and you should be that way

This is a man hard pressed to deal with her

So very American Cowboy looking at 57 min

Interestinggggg about her not remembering the night before

I feel like O’Flynn’s going to become more important or something

“Not again!!!” Spider-Man school teacher vibes

And something else too I think ^

“Matthew Quigley is really starting to annoy me.” GOOD

The whole “are we lost” exchange was interesting and amusing, you can see him starting to get it

NOOOO

IM GOING TO KILL THEM TOO Idc that it’s a movie

GOOD THOSE MEN SHOULD FALL

I love Cora so much. Her compassion is beautiful

He feels it too even though he doesn’t say anything

I hope she gets to kill someone too

Lol his sass

“Or I’ll let you live” what a threat

“It’s only 20 miles past the bingabong!”

“You only got one shot left in that shooter. Make the most of it” WOW

Don’t worry Cora I’m sure he’s fine

My heart is going to break

This baby

Him on top of those rocks is a cool sight

This is really turning into that movie with Ed and Hi, isn’t it, lol

I like the lighting in that cave

Hmmmmm Idk if it’s a good idea to leave her alone

I’m scared she’s gonna get kidnapped

“You’re the only man on this continent that would ask me what I think” oh man

Awww “little bit”

The deadpan stare at her asking to find her some other clothes

Very American Cowboy of him galloping off. This is the first time he’s actually been alone since getting here

YEAHHHH RIDE HARD

TJE EPIC MUSIC

Yah! Yah! Get your woman and the baby sustenance!!!

Missed where the long coat came from

Definitely a Longmire shot of him on his horse

Cowboy town here

Doc Brown lookin guy

“She ain’t my woman” yeah yeah they all say that

I’ve been called a lot of things ma’am but never that - Riser way vibes

NO NOT THE KID

Oh NOOOO

Not dingoes

Look at those tails those are good dog actors

NO DONT SMOTHER HIM

KILL THE DINGOES

You have the chance to change history

GOOD LADY

GET THE DOGGIES

Dang I didn’t know dingoes were cannibals

Lollll yes take the gold

Mhmmmm u gotta get back

GUN FIGHT GUJ GOHNY [I don't even know what I was trying to type there)

EPIC MUSIC

He has a habit of throwing ppl through windows doesn’t he, including himself?

FIREEE

Hopefully nobody’s in there

Put your bandada over your mouth!!! Good

Seriously more Jack Pearson vibes with a house on fire

LOLLLL to him jumping syreakght thru the roof

You’re just giving him holes to shoot throuh

Oh nvm he’s out

NOOOOO NOT THE MOM

Whoa okayyyy we are knocking the horse over

YEAHHHH “go tell Marston I’m coming after him” definitely reminds me of something but can’t remember what. Maybe Once Upon a Time “tell the evil Queen we’re coming" or something

“Oh, shut up”

None of these guys want to go, do they? Lol

I hope that black guy does something

Bandana over mouth like Riser on his bike

I knew she was still alive

Awww. She’s back in her old mind. “I killed the Comanches”

And the way he understands and goes “didn’t get any sage hens, but I got the next best thing”

Oh, he GOT HER A DRESS

I like how we see them coming over the same hill he came over

Now giving Court Jesysr [Court Jester which is another movie] vibes with him with the baby

Oh her earrings are pretty too

Uhhh should I be scared that she won’t give the baby back? Oh nvm

Love the fade to white transition

He looks like a general sitting there

Ohhhh is it only one bed type scenario??? I see I see

Oh he’s going off without her!

LOLLL she’s awake

The scene with them!!! Emotions!

That theme again

OH. The way he looks back at her. Tears in my eyes

Nice transition into the house

This fluffy haired guy reminds me of someone

The zoom in!

Oh fluffy haired guy is a Scotsman!! Or something, judging by his glengarry. Not his accent tho

Now I’m wondering. Do horses usually run into their home barn/area and rear when they’ve lost a rider who’s dead?

Lol, they’re all going to be tired, but I bet Quigley got sleep

Alan Rickman is giving me Nic Cage as Hi vibes [once again, character from Raising Arizona]

Is that O’Flynn riding?

Horse chase!!!

Oh goodness. Those poor horses.

“On ya feet ya lazy mongrels!” [Adrian Von Ziegler reference]

“Move you gutless bloody wonder” lollll

Got all the grass on him naturally, you wouldn’t see that nowadays, it’d be all brushed off by hair and makeup

Oh NO

noooooooo

Oh gosh he’s being dragged through the desert?!

Not fun not fun

Knew O’Flynn would come up again

I want that slave guy to kill Marston so bad

“What? Nothing clever to say?” Severus Snape vibes

The way if he stood up straight he’d be taller than the other two—

Oh fluffy haired guy IS wearing a kilt isn’t he?! Wait nvm he’s not, thought so bc of his coat

Okay his name is Dobkin, that’s who he is

“Some men are born in the wrong century. I think I was born on the wrong continent.”

What are you WAITING for???

This ain’t Dodge City - that again?

HAAAAAAAAA

I had honestly really wanted the slave to kill him so that he would be the one actually driving the action here lol

Marston dying in the sand is giving Dr. Brenner from Stranger Things dying

“Never said I didn’t know how to use it” mwahaha

The slave guy is back tho!

Yeah he got his gun!

Wait was HE the one who fired at the other two?

Yes!!! The aboriginal ladies!!! And the man! BE FREEEEEEEE

Oh that makes me so happy

Love the dunking the face in the barrel

Lollll here come the British

Oh he is NOT in the mood is he

Snorted at the guy interrupting the other one reading off that long paper

“In short, this paperwork says we can hang you.”

Oh?? Hmm????

YESSSSSSSS Im not surprised!!!

The aborigine people!!

….he’s giving the ”you were saying?” look

Yay! The aborigine man who was a slave seems to have been the one to bring them back!

And now he’s all alone here on this big ol ranch

Ohh goodness

Oh SHE LOOKS SO PRETTY

SHE’S SO PRETTY IN RED

Ohhhhhh he’s gonna say “Roy” isn’t he

I yelled YEAHHHH

Cobb? I didn’t realize that was her last name

Two, of course, he’s staring into her eyes [not sure what I meant by "two"—I think that was an autocorrect of something else]

She was so right about her being pretty in red

Ooooioooo she called him by his name!

She mussed up his hair!!!

Love the traditional still on the kiss and fade to black, very nice

Catch me clapping like it's a movie theater, lol

Thank! You! SO MUCH for telling us no animals were harmed or killed in the making of this movie. That matters to me

Those are some cool names for the aboriginal group

I’ve come to be fond of the theme track :)

A very good movie and a good way to spend Saturday evening.

1990, okay! Would've thought it was a bit older.

And no ads the entire time, huh. [I figured out after this that it's because I was watching it on the TV at my friend's place, who I'm housesitting for currently, and she told me she has YouTube without ads. I'm SO glad I chose to watch the movie while I'm here XD]

@thegreenleavesofspring bc I know you want to see this :)

[nin-jay-go]

YAYYYYYYY DRAGONS RISING S2P2 LIVEBLOGGGG >:DDD

oh we're just starting off in the administration huh

sora?????? and arin??????? breaking in?????

look at themmmm being ninja ;w;

jay's missing???????? hello????????????????

is the master jay. that'd be so funny

"i can't believe she wasn't waving her designated vapor-dispelling papers"

dragons descending

nokt's voice is cool

OH..... SHE'S DEAD.....

AN EVEN BABIER DRAGON OH MY GOODNESS

oh hi rapton good to know you've gone freelance

HE'S AN MLP FAN JHSGFCDKJHASKJSGF wait. this is confirming unicorns exist. MY QIRINS CAN BE REAL

oh shit a source dragon died? yiiiikes

TOURNAMENT TOURNAMENT TOURNAMENT

EUPHRASIAAAAA FLYINGGGGGGGG SHES FLYING YAAAAAAAAAAA

wyldfyre.... girlie.............

KAIII

oh god they are so bad at stealth

YEAAAA ELEMENTAL MASTER OF PIEEEEEE >:D

zane so busy all the time

HE CAN FLYYYYYYYY LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO

jay out here destroying source dragons for fun not clickbait

STEWJITZU...

oh is geo not here? friend: he's staying home to look after the kids

THE SPREADSHEET GUY... ELEMENTAL MASTER OF SPREADSHEETS

MISTRESS OBSCURIA........ HELLO??? GOTH WOMAN???? GOT WOMAN FOR ME????????

THE FUCKING ROCK GUY IS AN ELEMENTAL MASTER????? WHAT IS HIS DEAL

can't they just like. provide proof that they got a mission from the source dragons?????

elemental master of ceremonies!

he's a little bit cringe

AWWW BABY ARINNNNN ;w;w;w;

frak ;w;w;w; youre so cute

AND THE BALL DROPS. they finally used the same element as one of my ocs 😔 sorry teri but ig you have an actual canon one now

very interesting that roby's outfit is the same colors as chen's coat

TOURNAMENT OF ELEMENTS TWOOOOO

jay wins it, calling it now

ohhhhhhhh zantans is the new nature master!

JORDANA

O_O UH OH.

DEMONS????? DAVONIANS.........

OMG!!!! ONE OF THE MASTERS IS A WHEELCHAIR USER!!!!!!

omg he's bilingual

OHHHH ZEATRIX

shockwave.............

HELLO????? WHO ARE YOU??????????

really enjoying the fight choreography

ohhhh it was a droid

amongus.........

JAY?????

THEY GOT RID OF HIS SQUEAK LETS FUCKING GO

paws :3 he's a kitty kitty

if frak's master is jay i'm gonna scream. i miss him

sighs. 13 year olds.

oh hey geo did come! nice

GAYS :D

friend: cole your mom had a gundham! me: she has two!

OH MY GOD WAS THAT PERSON JUST SEEN WITH A SEEING-EYE CANE????? SCREAMS

frak :( come onnnnn

O_O guy on throne.....

master of reflex??? zur?????

that was. fast

elemental transition? 🏳️‍⚧️

she's well-hydrated!

oh god she's fighting JAY OH THERE HE FUCKING IS

SCREAMS AND WAILS

AUUUGHHHHHHH

AUGHHHHHHHHHHH

oh he just fucking woke up there huh

OH MY FUCKING GOD HES PUTTING THE MASK ON

OAHOAUHWUIAWGDUAKAGUKHGJAKDJH

and i will always hate you

WHAT IF I SCREAMED AND YELLED

oh the throne person's a woman? love wins

nyaaaa :((((

i dont think jay's been sent away btw. i think he's still around

POCKET SIZED DRAGONS

ohhhh no arin

OHHHH NOOOOOO ARINNNN DONT GET CORRUPTED

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO [excited]

reverse the merge.....

CAUSED BY WU.... HEY ELEMENTAL MASTER OF MANIPULATION YOU WANNA SAY SOMETHING???

arin: lloyd's never gonna believe that his master caused the merge, i can't tell him! us two: he will. he's done worse without meaning to.

noooo euphrasia :((((

TOX!!!! DONT KILL HER JESUS

why does frak sound like robin

ARIN CORRUPTION ARCCCCCC

NINJA THAT FLIRTS WITH DIRT

hi nokt

riggedddddddd

....now i'm thinking about marchosias jay......

THE WUORB

AWWWW THE SIBLINGSSSSSSSS

WE SHARE MORE THAN JUST A FEW SCALES...

HEY KAI? BEHIND YOU GONE?

DETECTED HIGH LEVELS OF CRINGE JKAHGDJSDJFG

HE"S A FUCKING THEATER KID

vr experience slash gift shop....oh arin buddy this is NOT the person to ask about roby

OMG NEURO!!!! AND CHAMILLE OH MY GOD!!!!!

oh so they're retconning lloyd's element as life instead of energy?????? hello??????

oh figment is a GOOD power name

that. is a horrible fix guys

HE'S IN A COMA??????

ZEATRIX GIRL

we took an intermission and chatted about what we think is up with jay. i think that jay being away is a mission for him to gain back ras' trust in taking down the ninja, or he's just being kept in reserve just in case

FRAK I LOVE YOUUUU YOU ARE SO POWERFUL

WIFI......

HEY BLECK WHY DO YOU HATE YOUR NEPHEW SO MUCH

MULTIPLE WUORBS

of course lloyd would know how to use wind....

LILLY MENTION LETS GOOOOOO

POWER OF LOVING YOUR MOTHER

EVIL WOMAN !!!!!!!

OH

JORDANA'S BEING POSSESSED BY THE EVIL WOMAN

wuost....

YAYYYYY IMPERIUM YURI

oh zur's voiced by paul dobson. neat!

SORA YOU ARE SO POWERFUL

oh wait is reflex just the renamed speed element? or are they different

BECOME BEE!

augh poor roby :( doesn't understand that his uncle is EVIL

WHY ARE WE ALL CHEERING FOR NOKT. WRONG.

nooo whattttt? rigged? can't be /s

YOU ARE A FUCKING IDIOT BLEKT

OH NO NOKT IS FREE

oh

oh those are giant claw arms

OMG NYA AND RIYU

FUCK YOU OLD MAN

JKHSGFKDHSKJDFHKJSD GET HIS ASS RAS

soul yoinked!

i know the truth about this universe.....

RAWR MEANS I LOVE YOU IN DINOSAUR

YAYYYYYYY KAIIIIIII

jay's power went in a WEIRD direction

ARIN WENT WITH HIM... WITH THE HAMMER............

bye wuost

THEY HAVE A NETHER HUB!

DRAGON KNIFE

oh this was fun this was soooo fun

[astro-break]

New hypmic anime season and I'm BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN (I feel like the Martha I'm coming home sweetie audio)

Thoughts on the 1st ep of Hypmic Rhyme Anima+. Spoilers beware

New plotline lets gooooooo I like that they're straying away from the drama tracks actually, Rhyme Anima is fundamentally a different experience from the core drama tracks which gives new material for both new and old fans OP is an actual banger, Ramuda's verse is the best fight me all you want but you know i'm right Nemu!! uh spoiler chara for anyone new to the anime I guess? Like they spoil her right at the introduction and iirc they didn't really build off her mystery in the first season. Makes her impact here a bit weaker but I'm willing to let it slide since some might not catch it (Post Editing Astro here: I haven't rewatched Rhyme Anima since it finished airing and uh. Nemu definitely was a plot point there lol they dropped it after ep 11 but she was there!) Jyushi my son I love you so much you idiot I love the little stingers for each team that they did for each team, its so cute and gives so much personality The visuals have definitely improved, a big step above the last season in terms of animation i don't see an improvement with story writing though… Pacing is still all over the place and very squished/fast paced makes sense since the cast has grown by a quarter since last season but still makes me sad that there isn't much time given to each character individually I forgot how much I love the localization of Doppomine Okay so Pink hair and Green hair in the flashback are most definitely the two in the white cloaks. Theres just no subtly with this series lmaoooo Nice that they were able to incorporate everyone somehow but too many people means that too many parts to handle I'm getting deja vu, this exact same thing happened last season…. Oh. Its the same guy. Makes sense lmfao Listen bud I have minimal rap experience but that rap was just embarrassing wow. No rhyme or flow, there was only straight passion which i mean props I guess but you suck ass Look at me being so smart and predicting all of these ahead of time without looking at any materials Did Rio just contact Jyuto with his hypmic???? Samatoki have I ever said that I love your for being a bullheaded idiot? bc I do. you're so silly Damn the typography has gotten even better, its just a lot more smooth and the animation too especially during Jiro's part is just so stylish The animation has improved a lot I'm glad it got a little more love compared to last season My guess is that maybe someone from the six divisions will fall under the anger thingy that's going around, something like the stage show. My biggest guess is that they might re-incite the Samatoki and Ichiro conflict again but I hope not. Another guess is that there will be old MCD or Naughty Busters beef which seems more plausible given that this is Sasara and Kuko's anime debut but I guess we'll wait and see THE OUTFITS!!! THE STUPID OUTFITS I LOVE THEM the art style of the ED is super pop punk and has a strong sense of style which i love. its simple but stands out really well which i love Very jjk but more toned down. Feels a bit like a cleaned up croquis drawings the smear frames is just so stylish and good, very simple and a bit messy and sells the gesture drawing kind of feel of the ED Ramuda's parrot costume i love you Those hand signs just make the first letter of each word which is really fun. Not proper JSL though I guess beggars can't be choosers esp for a series like this

Overall, a really strong start. It shows how it built off the first season and where it improved and while some things (like the horrid pacing) never change, at the end of the day its still a fun and delightful watch

If anyone wanted to read my thoughts on the first season, they're all archived here

[i-cant-stop-fandoming-help]

No idea what to call this

Basically an alternate ending to SDRA2 chapter 6.

"Midori-!!!" Ryutaro called out, anger coursing through his veins as he watched the escapee hold a knife to her neck.

"Open the way. Otherwise, I'll kill the girl." Syobai Hashimoto was his name. He held the knife closer to Midori's neck, grazing the skin slightly. 

Fear grasped Ryutaro as he watched Keisuke raise his gun. "K-Keisuke, don't shoot!" he pleaded, sweat slipping down his cheek and tears pricking his eyes.

"Keisuke, shoot!" Midori ordered, staring at the bluenette. Her face was fierce, and her eyes showed no fear for what could come. She was prepared to die.

Her request shocked Ryutaro, his blue eyes softening as he stared at her. "What...?"

"I don't care, shoot these guys! I'll be fine!" Even as she said that, Ryutaro could tell she was lying. 

"What are you talking about, Midori!? You won't be fine!" Anger fused with fear inside of him, and Ryutaro raised his voice to yell.

Midori's gaze turned to him, and the fierceness softened away. "...Ryutaro. I'm sorry I was caught like a fool... But I... I'm always sick, so I don't help much... I've always been a burden."

"That's......!!" Ryutaro went quiet from shock.

The harsh fierceness returned, with Midori speaking in a much more firm tone. "...I don't want to be a burden for everyone anymore."

"......Midori." Keisuke piped up, his grip on his gun tightening. Sadness gleamed in his eyes at the thought of killing a friend, but he didn't lower his weapon.

 The escapees had gone quiet, only for that long silence to be broken by the brunette piping up. “H-Hey… they won’t shoot us… right?”

Despair wracked Ryutaro’s body as he heard Keisuke load some more bullets. 

“...I’m sorry, Midori. I’ll never forget your sacrifice.” Keisuke said, a hint of sorrow in his voice.

Ryutaro grabbed Keisuke’s arm, trying to pull him back. “Keisuke! No! Are you crazy!?”

Keisuke began to tug his arm away from Ryutaro, his gaze firm on Midori. “Let go, Ryutaro. They’ve already killed Suzuki and Matsui. Do you want to let them escape and make their deaths meaningless?”

Ryutaro spluttered out a soft “but” in response, tears beginning to drip. He didn’t want Midori to die.

“Besides, if we let those two escape, it’s most likely more good people in other places will get hurt, too. We can’t let those trash pollute the world… No matter what, I’ll catch them here. There won’t be… another incident like Satsuki’s ever again.”

“You’re crazy……!!” Ryutaro hissed, feeling the tears fall off his chin.

“Why are you all just standing there? Restrain Ryutaro.” Keisuke ordered, glancing back at their coworkers. 

“C-Captain, are you serious?” One gasped, shock evident in the tone.

“.............Hey. Who do you think is the one in charge here?” Keisuke hissed with a fake grin. “Do you want to neglect the potential suffering of countless other people to save one teammate in danger?...It’s an order. Restrain Ryutaro Maki.”

“....Understood.” 

Ryutaro squirmed and tried to pull away as his coworkers grabbed him, pulling him away from Keisuke. “Stop it!! Stop……… LET ME GOOOOOOO!!!” Ryutaro screamed the last part, looking at Keisuke angrily before turning his attention to Midori.

“........I’m sorry, Ryutaro…….. Keisuke, can I ask for one last thing?” Midori asked, her voice soft and her gray eyes weak.

“.................................What is it?” Keisuke’s voice softened, unlike his face. 

“.....................The grave of my big brother Kakeru…… Please look after it for me.  I think it’s because of my brother…The grass keeps growing fast… Someone has to cut it constantly.” She looked down, tears pricking her eyes.

“...................Of course. Leave it to me. You… have already done a great service.” He was prepared to shoot.

Tears slipped down Midori’s cheeks, and she closed her eyes. “.....Thank you.”

Syobai opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by three gunshots. He fell to the ground, letting go of Midori and moving to hold a bullet wound in his stomach. Midori fell soon after, followed by the brunette who was with him.

Ryutaro ran to the gray-haired woman once he was freed, picking her up and shaking as he watched her give a weak smile. “...I’m… sorry… Ryutaro…” she whispered, holding the two wounds in her stomach. 

“I love you, Midori…” He whispered, tears dripping onto her face. “Please, don’t go… Don’t leave me…”

Her eyes sparkled at his words, but her breathing came slower than usual. “....I’m… glad…. I… love…. You…. too…” Her eyes began to glaze after she said those words.

Ryutaro stood up quickly, running to the foundation’s cars and holding her close. “TAKE ME BACK TO THE STATION! MIDORI NEEDS TO SEE ANDO, NOW!”

-

Hours later after Midori was taken back to the station, Ryutaro was sat outside of the infirmary, ignoring the blood on his uniform and fidgeting with his badge. When Ando came out, the blonde shot up with hope gleaming in his eyes.

Ando did not bear any happiness in his gaze, looking at Ryutaro with saddened eyes. “I am sorry, Mr Maki, but… Miss Midori has passed on.”

[atangledfate]

(from crossed-worlds) (Zombot AU rewrite hours lets GOOOOOOO))

It took time, slowly closing and locking all the windows and external doors. The locks were busted on some so she used large boulders inside the museum or heavy display cases to block the entrances. Whatever those things were outside, they made Matilda VERY uneasy... after all they reminded her a little too much of Robians. Only...these things still had voices and looked WAY too mobian for comfort. Creepy.... The armadillo shook her head and then went to move further into the museum. Okay okay, there had to be some thing in here she could use to figure out what was going on. Then she'd leave and never have to come back here again. Looked like this world was pretty far gone... she'd call Blaze and she could relay it to Zonic who could mark it unsafe.....or erase it. Perish the thought.

The Museum sat near the center of town, siting close to city hall and was the towns pride and joy. Many signs along the city walkways denoted it as a point of interest. It had good funding resulting in some decent security measures, including steel shudders that blocked the windows. Yet seemed one of them had malfunctioned and refused to close. The window now busted and damaged from forced entry. The floor was littered with glass and broken furniture as if a battle took place here. Crystals dotted the floor, some rare and beautiful others more mundane yet nothing taken it was all left by the creatures outside.

Matilda's only saving grace was that they seemed not to regard her as a threat. Ignoring her entirely, as if she didn't exist. She could walk among them and they didn't seem to acknowledge her, some would look at her as if she did not exist. Others seemed to gaze at her with a look that seemed almost sorrowful yet none of them seemed hostile, none of them seemed hostile toward her. They just stood around, staring at the ground as if waiting for something that might never come.

Nothing out front gave a hint as to what had happened, the computer consoles trashed. Yet the door at the back was closed, and sealed shut. A heavy duty vault door, though scratched and damaged it didn't appear the creatures could get through it. A simple keypad sat on the right of the door as if waiting for some input, though a keen eye might find a bit of paper behind the main desk with the code scrawled on it in hasty hand writing.

it read:

Tangle, memorize this its been almost 2 months, i don't like leaving the code to the door laying around.

0425

-Director Jewel-

Well that at least would get her in the back, with out tearing the door off its hinges. The door would simply slide open with a hiss and the turning of a bolt, it seemed the museum had a backup power system that was still online. The lights flickered once the door was open and a low moan rumbled through the building--- the last of the reserves exhausted to open the vault door. Inside, was Geo-Laboratory, many sensitive bits of equipment now lay in a heap on the floor. A scuffle had occurred here leaving the lab in disarray.

But Matilda had other problems, the moment the door opened up two bright red eyes met her own. Unlike the others who seemed to ignore her---this one didn't. It's eyes flaring to life at her entry and it turned toward her its great spiked tail slamming into the concreate floor! It let out a wild howl of fury and--- it charged forward at her at full speed! It was fast, nothing like the others and it seemed to not care for friend or foe! as it crossed the room like a bolt of lightning!

@crossed-worlds

[paperclipfanatic]

Okay so I just watched act 1. It all went down so fucking fast.

"Oh my god? Oh my god. Oh my god!" - my honest reaction to everything on screen

I have to ramble now or else I'll explode and vomit and cry and scream and implode in that order

SPOILERS AHEAD‼️

So my initial excitement was due to seeing all the characters again (mostly Vi). It felt like taking a breath of fresh air. Something Cait's mom can't do anymore. RIP tho no disrespect you're giving Cait some angsty lore

Vi made a friend. Yay! Make the most of it. Who knows what will happen? ❤️

Ambessa, it's on sight.

No clue what exactly is happening with Vik but if he and Jesus met they'd go out for a glass of whine me thinks

I'm actually starting to warm up to Jayce. Yeah, he's naive and the consequences of his actions may mean reality collapsing in on itself but his heart is in the right place. Kinda sad how he's been so focused on Vik's recovery only for him to go "my people need me" and dip. Like... After everything we've been through? Bro you can't just ascend to godhood without me that's not cool 💔

Heyyyy Jinx! Oh she's suicidal

My bitch Sevika in the building let's GOOOOOOO!! JACKPOT ‼️🎰

...Damn, I didn't know they were chill like that.

Ambessa, it's on sight.

Okay, so it's chaos down here, got it. Yeah, just go at each other's throats. See where that leads us. Why Margot's crew so cunty tho? Robo-rat vs Scrooge McDuck vs vixen is that what we're working with?

Dust you are and to dust you will return but the river was Silco's life source. He survived death within that river. It's where he resuscitated. Where he came back a new man. He baptised his daughter in that river with hopes she'll experience that same glorious revival. Now his corpse withers at its bottom.

Favourite boy is back and he's stressed the fuck outtt get Ekko some actually good chamomile tea whatever flavour he prefers and a blanket and a spa day maybe even a hug

Hammerdingy

'Kay, listen, so at first I thought they released homemade gas in the streets of Zaun to deter the folks and keep them out of their way but it turns out they DEACTIVATED the ventilation system that allows the undercity to BREATHE. Huh? That wasn't even part of the initial plan. You're going after Jinx and the chembarons. Why let innocent civilians choke to (near) death? I'm sorry, that's just... That's irrational.

*deep sigh* Caitlyn, baby, look at me. This isn't you.

WOOAHHH OKAYYY PURRR DON'T BE SHY PUT A LIL' TONGUE IN THERE TOO

A professor, a scientist and an engineer walk into The Arcane...

THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGGGGGG (they're never gonna fully forgive each other for this lol)

No but the thing is her finger just straight up disintegrated it pop off clean off it's in the shadow realm so my question is, if Cait did manage to shoot jinx in the head would it just be floating in the void?

"It had to be you." Holy shit. Jesus. How long have you been thinking about this?

Whose kid is this?

CAITLYN WHAT THE FUCK

It is literally just paint deadass I thought people would die there. If you're close to the source of the explosion maybe but uhh she's done worse

Break-up #2

CAITLYN??? CAITLYN❓️❓️❓️❓️ CAITLYYYYYNNNNNN ‼️‼️

Bessa when I catch you bessa. Bessa when I catch you bessa. Bessa when I catch you bessa

[againstacecilia]

Nothing here except to say a touch starved Din asking you to ride his thigh cause he wants to adore and worship you 🥰

Okay, I can't get carried away with this one like I did the last one I'm gonna try to keep it under control (she says, not believing her own words). I'm constantly blown away by how your mind works, Ace!!

Obviously this is gonna be just filth under the cut lol. Thigh riding, praise kink, voice kink, fem!reader, here we gooooooo!

"Go on, mesh'la, that's it." Din's modulated voice coaxes you on. The once cool beskar on his thigh is now hot and slick from your hips rolling and riding him in the gentle light of the Crest.

Your hands grab at his shoulders, pauldrons removed to give you as much access to his body as Din could allow, fingers digging through the thin fabric of his base layer and gripping anywhere you could reach. Incoherent words tumble from your lips as his hand reaches between your arms to palm your breast, fingers pinching and tugging at your nipple.

"Fuck," you moan, the cadence of your hips hiking as you chase your release.

"You have no idea how incredible you look right now," Din growls, dropping both hands to your hips and kneading the flesh there, thumbs rubbing circles along your hips.

"Tell me," you request breathily, his voice edging you closer and closer to shattering.

He chuckles darkly before saying, "You look so beautiful, coming apart on me like this. Wish I could taste you... You probably taste exquisite."

Your breath is ragged and your heart races at his words. "I'm so close," you beg, reaching for his hand and putting his fingers at the apex of your legs.

Without further prompting, he circles your clit tight and fast, and your head drops to his shoulder as you clutch his arms. You cry out as orgasm slams into you and he rides the storm with you, free hand still gripping the swell of your hip.

Your hips still as the waves recede but you leave your head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around your body and pulls you close, a handful of aftershocks twitching through your body at the pull along his thigh.

He softly traces up and down your spine, bare hands warm on your cooling skin. As easily as those hands destroyed you, second by second they put you back together. He whispers beautiful things to you as your mind becomes yours again.

You're absolutely amazing.

You have no idea what you do to me.

I've wanted to do that for so long.

I'll never get tired of this... Of you.

[kidfoundonstreets]

tlast post such a wholesome game  long post.. AND HUGE SPOILERS

so noel and sirius were talking about the diary  hhhhhhhhhhh these guys confuse me. claire definitely has some sort of history with both of them

EVIL BATH!!!!!!! day 4 lets gooooooo whahdha heck they met each other 12 years ago?  fr tho. it felt like we learned a lot but nothing at the same time. will keep it in mind though HAHA THE DRAMATIC BITCHES

we couldn’t find claire or wilardo,, i really hope that theyre safe is ashe really a witch researcher? maybe i’ve just heard it too much from him HAHDSAHDSWQHWQ HE LOOKS SO GRUMPY WHILE SLEEPING

help?? we woke up a strnage place oh god backsotry moment ig.. JUST SHOT A BUNCH OF BALLOONS AND DID IT IN ONE GO FEELING SEXY oh shes actually pretty i think that the flowers at the beginning may have been her bitter thoughts or wishes maybe? i feel bad. what happened to her?? is she alright OH POV SWITCH IG

DONT DO THIS TO ME  I SEARCHED IT. THE LITTLE SNRK HE KNOWS HE FREKAING KNOWS wandering around. oh gohd oh fuck i DO NOT trust this im so scared ashe’s going to go apeshit again especially after the witch’s heart talk in his room rn im totally gonna get caught. wtfwtf is his bag on the floor GRAB A KNIFE JUST IN CASE AS YOURE LEAVING WE HAVE TO SEARCH HIS BED TOO WHAT THE FUCK. WHY DOES HE HAVE IT. ASHE WHAT THE HELL. IM NOT EVEN SHOCKED IM JUST DISAPPOINTED HOW DID HE EVEN GET IN the guy’s gone fml THE WAY HE KILLED HIM SO FAST. JESUS DUDE WHY THOUGH. LIKE WHY NO HESITATION TOO. HE JUST DID IT  im so done. ashe i do like you and i appreciate you but you pull some of the most questionable actions in this game (straight up murder) is this all for research or something???? messed up  and the dialogue before have you done this before???? ughhgkjgw  we’re back to wilardo and claire and she’s literally asking to take claire’s entire body or she won’t let them out lady i feel bad but you gotta accept when to quit  CLAIRE IS TOO NICE LIKE HONEST TO GOD TOO NICE WHY DID SHE JUST PROTECT SOMEONE WHO WAS GONNA TAKE HER BODY SHE’S BEEN NOTHING BUT CRUEL TO YOU I KNOW THAT SHE HAS SAD SCARS FROM THE ACID BUT WHAT WH well it got them out and it wouldnt have been ideal if the person who created this was dead so ig it was a good move but damn claire really is just too sweet to people the demon is really pretty either way oh huh the flowers are positive now. i guess it reflects her mindset

sirius is dead zizel </3

SON OF A BITCH

WHAT THE FUCK

[pseudofaux]

Sorry if this is late, but could I get Lucien with a breeding kink, please? If you don't want to do it, that's fine! I know this is late, so feel free not to do it ^^'

*kneels on the beach and tears open shirt and screams* YESSSSSSS!!! Thank you for this! You got it in on time, you’re fine. And THIS IS GREAT YES LET’S GOOOOOOO~

(Requests are closed, readers, but there are a lot to be filled in May and likely June, too! Feel free to follow along or just check in and enjoy as many as you like. A masterlist will go up when they are all completed.)

“Do you know,” he whispers onto her slick forehead, “that there are spaces inside you where sperm survive for days after sex? They hide in your body, just in case.”

He can’t tell her how much he likes this, how when he learned it benignly at a conference years ago, before he knew her face, he went back to his unsplendid hotel room and worked himself in his hand until he came all over the glass door of the shower. He won’t tell her, not yet at least, how when he saw her face in his office for the first time he remembered watching the white slowly trail down, making tracks in the steam, and how he wanted her so badly, to fill her up in every hole until it gushed out of her because there was no more space in her, until implantation itself, until she started to swell.

He can’t and won’t tell her these things. Not right now. Instead he presses himself very deeply, pushing some of the cum he emptied into her a few minutes ago deeper, and some of it, unfortunately, out. She whines beneath him and tosses her head, so his kiss smears her sweat.

“More,” she groans.

“I know,” he says calmly. “I will.”

She makes another, less articulate sound of frustration. He hides his laughter behind a smile she cannot see because her eyes are shut so tightly.

“Look at me,” he croons. It is sweet, but it is not a request. “Put your legs up again and look at me if you want more, silly.”

Her eyes crack open like she’s exhausted, and he wouldn’t be surprised if she did feel that way underneath all the arousal. She likes this as much as he does, that’s the most powerful part of this. It’s why he pushes her as much as he does. A long, fucked out (but not fucked out enough) groan comes out of her as she reaches for her shins. Lucien can feel the way her hips tilt as she brings her legs to her hands, then he experiences a deliriously blissful slide perhaps two centimeters deeper into her, and he groans as well.

“Want it,” she whispers.

“You can have it,” he whispers. “And it will live in you for days, until your body recognizes you’re pregnant and all the extras give up since there is no place for them to go.”

This is not actually how it works, but he’s too high on the snug, drenched feel of her to worry about scientific accuracy on this point she won’t even remember. She may not be as fucked out as he wants, but she’s already well beyond paying attention to anything less direct than an order. Her body is all response right now. Just considering it brings him closer to flooding her all over again.

“I want you to take this,” he says, and he is close enough to giving it to her that his whisper leans toward a hiss. “I’m going to shoot it up right against your cervix, this spot,” he says, bumping it. He’s careful not to jar her, she has babbled frequently how much she likes it but it hurts if he goes too fast. So he slows and makes it count. “Right here,” he tells her. “And then it will be up to you, love. Do you want a baby?”

You’d better. It’s far too late if you don’t.

She wails beautifully and pulls her legs up just a little bit more, and he loves her so much he does not laugh in her face at this important moment.

“I wish I could grind them into you one by one,” he mutters as he presses slowly deep once more, giving her that sensation she likes. “Touch yourself, open up for me,” Lucien says.

She shoots a hand between their bodies so quickly he can’t help his laugh, no matter how much he loves her.

“That’s right,” he tells her before he kisses her cheek. “We’re going to get you nice and pregnant. You might be already, do you like that idea?”

She clenches around him, not that he didn’t already know the answer to that question. There are precious few things about her he doesn’t know. Fewer than she realizes. He’ll learn a few more when her ligaments begin to loosen late in pregnancy. He can’t wait.

He hums and makes sure he presses against her top wall when he pulls back. Not out. Today it all goes inside.

Her fingers are rubbing her clit furiously, adorably. He’ll kiss them later. And her cute little clit, too, he’ll relax her into stupidity so profound she doesn’t even leave the bed, just falls asleep with her hips propped up on that pillow she shyly brought home. Meanwhile he’ll listen to her breathing go slow as he watches the unsuccessful dregs of his emissions ooze out of her.

More important, though, to focus on successful ones. Lucien feels her telltale rippling and finds her sweaty forehead with his lips. “Don��t worry,” he tells her. He makes his words as sweet as he can. “I’ll fuck you full every night even if we get twins.”

Her hand tenses up between them, just like her bent legs. He times himself as well as he can and then presses just shy of her cervix and comes in her with a silent snarl. “All of them,” he hisses. “All the tens of millions. Take them all and make a baby.”

She curls up tight underneath and around him, sweet thing that she is, and whines while she comes. When her face relaxes he swears she is glowing. Perhaps it is the progesterone in her already changing in the first moments of pregnancy, perhaps only her sexual satisfaction.

He will take credit for both.

“Take them all,” he repeats, and kisses her sweaty forehead once more.

Take them all or I’ll pump you full again tomorrow. Why don’t we just plan on that anyway.

[having-a-hyperfixate]

The Final Day’‘

This is absolutely going to be long and rambley af so I’mma just put a cut here. This is just one massive post for the entire rest of the game.

Rindo is back in the RG somehow. Which makes less than no sense. What was that crazy beam. Shibuya is GONE there isn’t an RG to send him back to, even if someone did want to send him back?

That beam reminded me of the Jesus beams not gonna lie.

But… Fret. Presumably Nagi and Beat too. They’re. Gone. Poor Rindo… That’s the worst kind of gaslighting. Reality itself is gaslighting this poor kid. ‘Your best friend in the world is gone, so gone that no one remembers him. You don’t even get to mourn properly because there is no one TO mourn.’  I am also not okay.

I assume this random talking to us at Hachiko is the dude I saw a brief glimpse of in a screenshot from the final trailer. Hazuki Mikagi, okay. Everything about this is supremely weird. 

Leading this weirdo around and he asked how we feel about emotions? Um, what?

Was he responsible for that beam of light?

This whole thing is extremely unsettling, I don’t think I like it. The music is all… serene, this guy keeps asking existential questions, who even comes up to some kid clearly having a bad day and demands a tour of the city.

He knows Rindo’s name even though we never told him. Not sure if that was a slip or an intentional nudge that Something is going on but there we go.

‘I should take this chance to apologize for Kubo. He’s a real piece of work.’ WHAT. YOU SEND HIM TO SHINJUKU?!?! IS THIS KID GOD!? WHAT!??!

‘Exorcised’. Like a demon. Which is a psychic rank you can get in the first game, and probably this game, ergo, a thing that exists in this universe.

Okay. So this Hazuki guy is Something Else. I dunno if he’s an Angel or higher or WHAT. He’s something. And he “exorcised” what Fuckwad had Fallen to when he decided not to stop at Shinjuku and continue on to Shibuya. But he only did this after Rindo faught so hard to stop it. And then he gave Rindo what he thought Rindo wanted. And now he’s here trying to understand why Rindo is miserable. Which to us, as humans, is obvious: the people he loved, the connections and family he had made through the game are all gone and worse, no one remembers they ever existed.

And now he’s being offered the chance to try again. This feels like a double edged sword. And I don’t care.

Okay I actually kind of appreciate the thing Hazuki is pulling here. He knows what it is that Rindo wants, I’m pretty sure he’s listening to his thoughts, actually, and in order to make Rindo own up to it he’s arguing the ‘no’ position. Giving Rindo someone to argue against so he can convince himself.

WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAPPEN AT UDAGAWA.

Bruh some of these clips were in the announcement trailer.

(I can’t wait to read the secret reports. That’s gonna be a wild ride.)

Oooooh that’s what ‘exorcised’ means. That is hardcore. He definitely deserved it but that is uh. Slightly inconvenient.

Can we actually contact Rhyme this time PLEASE. Oooh Rindo worked out Kaie is waiting for Rhyme. :O I’M FINALLY GONNA GET MY MASSIVE COUNTER OFFENSIVE FUCK YES. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I’M PUMPED LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOOO!!!!

Who’s gonna protect them. Beat. Really. Just give them the damn pins at this point. They both know their ways around a fight and Kaie might need the backup. If we lose, we’re all toast regardless, and if we win everyone gets put back where they belong.

AAAAAAAAAAAH SHE’S HERE!!! RHYME!!!! Aw… She can’t see Neku and Shoka cuz they’re actually dead. That’s really depressing. Makes sense but like. Oof. Especially for Neku.

I love that Rhyme still has a saying for everything.

This timeline is going to be a mess by the time I get everything positioned correctly lmao

Beat’s ‘How do you know about my sister?! Right, future.’ is never going to NOT be funny. It’s very refreshing to have a time travel plot where people just listen when he tells them shit needs to happen.

Is it acutaly Shiki time ohh my god. I might cry. Please tell me she has a face now. If her face is still illegal I will actually scream.

I’m offended. We didn’t get to go see Shiki. The betrayal. OH but now we might be? Stop playing with me, game. GIVE. ME. SHIKI.

Rindo was freaking out that we weren’t gonna be able to get rid of all the Noise around the café and I definitely threw my hands up and yelled when I saw the word ‘zeptogram’. And I read it before he said it, cuz I read v. fast. Nice to see you again, idiot. Please don’t go berserk again.

I am. Very impressed that Minamimoto managed to work out where the Dissonance Noise are coming from, down to the exact energy source that creates them. He nailed it. Well done sir.

I think… he’s proposing we awaken the city and use the energy generated by the thoughts and emotions of the living people to neutralize some of the Dissonance Noise that are waiting in the pin. Erode some of its power.

“How about this: I’ll talk, you type.” Lmao.

I got denied Shiki again. Part of me is annoyed. The other part of me is like ‘are they saving her entrance for when she can see Neku again properly because I can live with that’.

OH the Hishima cutscene is voiced now OKAY. Guess that means this is the one. Rhyme is voiced too. This is gonna be it.

And she speaks Minamioto. Coo.

Huh. Neku’s power is to sync with people. Which he learned to do in the first game. From Mr H, with the harmonizer pin. (Twister is playing and I have Emotions help) And now he’s gonna do it on an absolutely MASSIVE scale. This is insane. I am 1,000% here for it. Sync, Dive, Remind. And if I had to guess, we’re doing this atop 104.

Alright Shiba. ‘Mere. Tsugumi’s eyes aren’t all freaky anymore yay. Oh snap. He’s gonna unleash the Plague Noise against the Dissonance ones. Nice. Turnabout is fair play. I’m kinda sad Fuckwad isn’t here to witness that.

Alright. Change. Our. Fate.

SHIIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I gave myself a headache ow.

“07734.” “Ew. Hey! Don’t just spout off numbers and walk away, you jerk!” That was amazing.

FUCK ME SIDEWAYS. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. NO. NO WAY. I DIDN’T THINK THERE WAS ANY WAY. OH. MY. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. This is the first time Neku’s seen him since Joshua failed to stop Coco from killing him. I’m. A puddle. Help. Neku looked so happy. My cat is slightly concerned haha.

Neku still holds his hands like he’s got the headphones. The same pose as in the first game when you scan. This gives me all the feels.

“They’re just mindless thoughts” Okay so I’m mentally exhausted at this point and I processed that as ‘thots’ and it was hilarious. BEGONE THOTS.

Okay this thing right here? This is a final boss. And it is cool as fuck. Too bad it’s trying to END ME. So cool. SO. COOL. Here comes phase 2 lol. I died and had to redo it. FML.

That. Was awesome. A worthy successor to the epic final strike of the first game. 999% eh?

I continue to not like Shinjuku rules. Once you’re a Reaper, leaving means you get erased once the game ends? Disrespectfully, fuck that. Oh don’t you dare, Shoka. Don’t. You. Dare.

Oh, Joshua is here. PLEASE. Lmao Shoka’s reaction. I’m sure he appreciates that, the drama queen.

*facepalms* Joshua strikes again. I’ve missed you, you little shit. You are terrible, but I missed you. Rindo, I’m pretty sure she’s fine. I think captain helpful over here reincarnated her for you. Since you saved him and his city. I guess I’ll see though.

Uzuki and Kariya continue to be adorable. I love them. And yeah, good luck calling in that debt from Minamimoto, Coco. Gooooood luck.

I’m having a lot of Joshua centered emotions right now there is too much Joshua all at once help. “I should have known I could trust you.” You are killing me dude. You really, really should have. I’m going to turn that line over in my head for way too long, I just know it, but let’s try to get through this before my brain turns off completely. “Let’s not keep her waiting.” OKAY THANKS I’M GONNA CRY AGAIN.

What Hazuki was saying about ‘purifying’ as opposed to ‘destroying’ Shinjuku makes me think that restarting it in some form was always part of the plan, so hopefully they’ll have luck with that. It’s still profoundly fucked up that any of that happened, and even more so that it was sanctioned. I’m. Going to be hung up on that for a while once it sinks in.

This poor idiot hitting on Rhyme is about to get got oh no XD

Shiki is breaking my heart. Aaaaaaaah!!! Reunioooooon.

Ooof it’s been a month since Rindo saw Shoka. Big oof. Joshuaaaaaa.

And then they almost got hit by a car lmao. OMG HE MISSED HER FRIEND REQUESTS AHAHAHAHAH YOU GOOBER. Neku really should have warned them that Joshua is Like That lol. Even when he’s being helpful it’s in the must backhanded way possible.

I would very much like to know why on earth Shinjuku needed to be obliterated though. Like. Does that… Happen often? Maybe the secret reports say.

Speaking of, time to get those, along with the rest of the trophies.

!!!! The title screen updated, NICE. Can’t let anyone who hasn’t beaten it see that but NICE.

There’s another Another Day. Oh boy. I am not ready for that madness yet.

Random thought as I was moving this from word, where I typed it: I’m really, really fucking glad they didn’t decide to deal with Mr H the way they dealt with sleezy mcfuckwad. That would have been… I don’t have a word.

[searchingwardrobes]

Not the Type: 2/7

Thanks again to the mods of the @captainswanmoviemarathon​ for putting this event together! Also thanks to @hookedonapirate​ for her beta skills. For my non-American readers, I hope I explained everything in this chapter, especially bust-throughs, adequately enough. I don't know that I've ever seen that aspect of cheerleading portrayed in a movie before (though I could be wrong). But if you search google images for bust-throughs, you'll see pictures of what I'm talking about.

Summary: Emma Swan first notices him in the stands at the Friday night football game. She can tell right away Killian Jones is not the football type. Then again, she’s not the cheerleader type either, but here she is with pom poms. Life hasn’t ever gone the way Emma planned. Lately, that’s actually been a good thing. Maybe Killian Jones is a good thing, too.

My loose Captain Swan AU of the movie Bring it On

Rated: T

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At the next game, he wasn’t in the stands. Not that Emma was looking or anything. And she wasn’t disappointed. Nope, not at all.

“Earth to Emma!”

She jumped and turned to Ruby, who was squatting with her hands cupped in front of her. Ashley was across from the brunette, doing the same.

“We haven’t got all day,” Ruby grumbled.

“Sorry,” Emma told them hurriedly. She braced her hands on their shoulders as Ariel, her spotter, came behind her and grasped her waist. Emma jumped up into the girls’ cupped hands. They dipped with her, bending their knees together, then popped her up to chin level, with a light assist from Ariel. Behind them, another stunt group lifted Jasmine up above their heads. Down below, Mary Margaret and another girl pulled on the ropes to hoist the giant bust-through to an upright position. The bust-through they had spent hours making last Sunday afternoon, only for it to get obliterated in mere minutes. Making the bust-throughs for the game and the posters to hang around the school would take away from much needed practice time, so they came in on Sundays to do it instead. Emma had chafed at it initially - they all did, really - but the girls ended up having a blast every week. It still wasn’t fair that they were taken away from their athletic training to do 1950s crap for the boys, but oh well.

When the bust-through post was close enough, Emma grabbed it. Farther up, Jasmine held it as well. On the other side of the bust-through, the rest of the squad was doing the same. The stadium speakers suddenly thrummed with Queen’s “We Will Rock You,” and the fans surged to their feet. Below Emma, the football team thundered past with a feral yell before tearing through the yards of poster paper. Ariel braced her thighs and Emma tightened her core so she wouldn’t fall. Every damn time, she felt her life flash before her eyes. The only comfort came in her absolute trust that Ariel would catch her. She discarded the post, and behind her Ariel counted out loud, “1, 2, 3, hup!”

Ruby and Ashley bent their knees, then pushed through with their arms to pop Emma up into the air. She kept her core tight, her knees together, toes pointed, and her arms out in the shape of a “T” so the three girls could catch her neatly. It was a simple stunt, actually, and not as high or dangerous as most Emma was used to. They just didn’t usually do stunts on hard packed turf with twenty large high school boys rushing past.

Half the girls ran around as fast as possible to pick up all the bits of poster paper, while the other half hoisted up the pvc pipes they used for the posts and rolled up the ropes that held the bust-through. Those had to be reused every time.

Arms loaded with crumpled up poster paper that smelled of glue and tempera paint, Emma raced off the field as fast as she could before the opposing team came running out not caring if they bowled over a five foot five, ninety pound cheerleader.

She really hated football season.

The girls shoved the remains of the bust-through into the trash, then slid the pvc pipes and ropes underneath the bleachers to put in the cheer supply closet later. Then they lined up on the sidelines for the kickoff, their poms shaking in the air.

“Gooooooo Knights!”

Like every other game, the marching band followed the kick off with the school fight song, and Emma was busy high kicking when she saw him. Killian stood out like a sore thumb - the only one in the student section not chanting, “fight, fight, fight!” Instead, he was lounging back against the bleacher behind him, glancing around at his fellow students with a mocking expression upon his face. Emma felt her lips curl up into a smile - probably the first time she didn’t have to force one during this exhausting Rockette’s-style dance. Her legs burned as usual when the song finally ended, but it didn’t bother her quite as much when Killian caught her eye and winked. She bit the inside of her cheek to stop her smile from growing and spun away from him with a tilt to her chin.

“Push em back!” Mary Margaret, their captain, yelled. “Ready? Go!”

The girls all chanted together, going through the motions of the cheer. “Push em back, push em back, defense push em waaaaay back!” They went through it twice before efficiently moving into their stunt groups. Ruby and Ashley tossed Emma into the air this time, with Ariel giving her an extra boost. In the air, Emma twisted her body in a layout, the rush of it sending adrenaline through her veins. It only lasted a moment before her stunt group caught her in their arms, but Emma would never tire of the thrill that the brief moment of weightlessness brought her.

Emma popped out of the dismount with her arms above her head. “Go Knights!”

She never had to fake enthusiasm when she got to do a stunt like that. Her eyes caught Killian’s again. Both eyebrows arched, he managed a half bow from his seat in the stands, both arms outstretched dramatically. Emma shook her head with laughter, though his obvious admiration of her skills sent a thrill through her. Nevertheless, she rolled her eyes at him.

Just then, Emma heard the loud grunts and collisions of a particularly nasty tackle. The crowd gasped, and next to Emma, Mary Margaret dropped her pom poms.

“David!” she cried out, then her hands flew to her mouth.

Emma let out a cry too when she saw her brother lying motionless on the field. Instinctively, she reached for his girlfriend, and Mary Margaret threaded her arm through hers. The cheerleaders all took a knee, but Emma and Mary Margaret never let go of each other.

“Get up, get up,” Emma whispered.

David started moving his legs, and the girls let out a sigh of relief. He was able to get up without the aid of the coaches hovering over him, and the crowd cheered. He had a slight limp at first, but his leg must have just been stiff because his stride soon became normal. He took off his helmet and grinned and waved at the crowd. The cheerleaders stood again and waved their poms above their heads in celebration. Next to Emma, Mary Margaret was still shaking a little bit.

“He scared me to death,” she told Emma.

“I know,” Emma replied, and a shiver went down her spine as she thought about how bad it could have been. David was always pointing out that she and Mary Margaret could fall out of a stunt and break their necks just as easily as he could, but it felt different. Football injuries just felt way more common, and then there were all those retired pros with neurological problems. David said that playing at the college level was unlikely since Storybrooke High was just a double A team, and she was secretly glad. The less he smashed his brains in, the better.

David was the big brother she never knew she needed, accepting her, teasing her, and irritatingly trying to protect her from the moment her prickly thirteen year old self had arrived in his home.

He had also sat on the sidelines at how many gymnastics classes? Classes she had dreamed of taking since she watched Gabby Douglas win the Olympic gold medal on TV when she was eight years old. Then, when Emma was twelve, Simone Biles became her hero. A former foster kid winning Olympic gold? Emma didn’t think such a thing was possible, but Biles gave her hope. Then Ruth Nolan made that hope reality.

“Whatever your dreams are, Emma,” she had told her, “I’ll invest in them. It’s what a mother does.”

Emma was behind, of course. She’d had school friends as she grew up who taught her the basics on the playground - handstands, cartwheels, back walkovers. She’d even learned to do back handsprings in the backyard of one of her foster homes. Still, her goal to make the high school gymnastics team seemed almost impossible. Then she read about Misty Copeland, the star principal dancer for the American Ballet Theater who didn’t start dancing until . . . thirteen. Surely, if she could defy the common thought that girls had to start ballet at three or four to achieve greatness, then Emma could defy the same thought in gymnastics. And with the support of Ruth and David, she had. She’d made the gymnastics team as a freshman at Storybrooke High.

Then, after one amazing season on the team, they had received the devastating news: the state of Maine was cutting high school gymnastics completely. Ignorant politicians spun it, of course. There would still be a state meet each year where gymnasts would represent their schools in individual competition. It would just be privatized, the politicians explained, saving taxpayers thousands of dollars. Privatized was a fancy way of saying that only gymnasts in clubs at private gyms could compete. Clubs that cost an extravagant amount of money. Money that Ruth Nolan simply didn’t have.

And that was how Emma Swan ended up a cheerleader.

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“You and Mary Margaret still wanna stay over at my house?” Ruby asked after the game as she slung her cheer bag over one shoulder.

“Of course we do,” Mary Margaret replied. “Right Emma?”

“Yeah sure,” Emma said vaguely as she pulled the rubber band out of her hair and shook out the loose waves. Cheer ponytails were so tight they gave her a headache. Of course, as a gymnast, she’d had to put her hair in an equally tight, equally hairsprayed bun. She rubbed at her scalp. Maybe she should chop her hair off like Mary Margaret. No, scratch that, she didn’t have the flawless skin and cherubic face to pull that off like MM did.

“Are you sure?” Ruby asked with a glint in her eyes. “Killian lives there now, you know.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “I’m familiar with what a foster brother is. Of course I know he lives with you.”

“Just wanted to be sure you could handle the sexual tension,” Ruby said, bumping Emma teasingly with her hip as they headed to the parking lot.

“For the last time, there is no sexual tension between me and Killian!”

“You did have cheer sex with him.”

“Mary Margaret! I thought you didn’t buy into that crap!”

“Did I just say that out loud?” MM’s face was crimson.

Ruby threw her head back and guffawed. “Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt, Emma.”

“God, if you two don’t stop . . . I’ll . . . I’ll . . .”

“You’ll what?”

Emma grasped for a good threat. “Smother you with a pom pom!” she finally blurted out, waving the one she still grasped in her hand in Ruby’s face.

MM literally collapsed against the side of Ruby’s car in hysterics, and even Emma lost it. It wasn’t really that funny, but they were all simultaneously exhausted and electrified from the game. Once they calmed down, they tossed their stuff in Ruby’s trunk. There was only a pleasant chill to the air this early in the season, so Ruby put the top of her convertible down, and Emma leaned contentedly against the headrest as the wind rushed past. The football team had won tonight’s game, and there was a spirit of celebration in the air as Ruby drove through the parking lot and out onto the street in front of Storybrooke High. When kids and even adults noticed a red convertible with three cheerleaders in red and white, they raised their fists in the air and shouted, “Go knights!”

“You know, it would mean a lot more if they were cheering for our victory instead of someone else’s,” Ruby commented dryly as they cruised through Storybrook’s only light after it turned green.

Mary Margaret leaned between them from the backseat, which surprised Emma, since the brunette was usually all “safety first.”

“Well, that’s all gonna change come December 5th ladies when we-”

Ruby lifted one fist in the air as she joined Mary Margaret in her cry of, “TAKE STATE!!!”

“Now wait a second, slow down,” Emma cautioned. “We have to place at regionals first.”

Ruby rolled her eyes. “Please, Emma, Storybrooke has dominated regionals since we were all in kindergarten.”

“Well, if there’s one thing gymnastics has taught me, it’s to not get cocky, so don’t jinx it, okay?”

“We also need to have confidence,” Mary Margaret added, giving Emma’s shoulder a squeeze.

“Confidence, not pride. Now sit back and put on your damn seat belt.”

“Intense much, Emma?”

Ruby tilted her chin and practically howled at the moon. “Someone needs to. GET. LAID.”

Emma lunged over and clapped her hand over Ruby’s mouth before she could add anything further. “Don’t. Say it.”

“God, Emma, she’s driving!”

Ruby pinched Emma in the side with her free hand, sending the blonde jerking back to the passenger’s side. “Why Emma, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

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Killian Jones knew that Emma Swan was just down the hall from his bedroom - keenly aware of it. Just as he had been aware of her since the night he’d first seen her. He had been completely honest when he told her that it was her expression and not her body that had drawn him in. If he’d wanted to ogle enticing figures in short skirts, he would have just been staring at the entire squad since the game started. But it was Emma Swan’s clearly irritated, flashing green eyes that had managed to tear his gaze away from Tolkien. He wasn’t sure what she had against the marching band’s rendition of “Louie, Louie,” but the hatred clearly ran deep.

He clenched his jaw as laughter floated down the hall from Ruby’s room, and he adjusted the knobs on his guitar effects pedal to distract him. Granny had been abundantly clear that he was to stay far away from Ruby’s friends.

He was a little offended at Granny’s lecture, to be honest. As if he were a dog in heat unable to ignore the scent of females.

Killian strummed his electric, then adjusted the feedback again. Halfway through Pearl Jam’s “Jeremy,” he’d pushed thoughts of Emma Swan far away.

Until he glanced up in the middle of a frankly ridiculous, out of control guitar solo to find her standing there in his doorway, slack-jawed and staring. She was tantalizing in a teeny, tiny pair of shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top, her blonde hair piled up on her head in a messy bun. He managed not to drop his guitar and flashed her a lopsided grin as he continued to play.

“Emma!”

The girl in question jumped a foot in the air, clutching her hands that held a purple toothbrush to her chest. “Shit, Ruby!”

“What are you doing?” Killian’s foster sibling asked from the hallway.

“I, uh . . . went to brush my teeth.”

“Um, the bathroom is that way.”

“Right, right, I knew that,” Emma mumbled.

Killian winked at her before she scurried away, still strumming. So maybe he wasn’t the only one who felt the delicious tension between them. This was a pleasant turn of events . . .

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Emma grumbled at herself under her breath as she squirted toothpaste onto her toothbrush. She couldn’t believe Killian had caught her staring - practically drooling - over him. The way he’d smirked at her as he continued to play left no question that he knew she was checking him out. She was pretty sure Ruby knew it, too. Yet in her defense, how was a girl supposed to ignore an attractive guy when he was playing the guitar?

Emma started to brush, a little too vigorously at first. She was irritated with herself, but she didn’t need to scrub her gums raw, so she slowed down. She almost jumped out of her skin when Killian came through the open bathroom door behind her, but she calmed herself before he noticed. He winked at her as he retrieved his toothbrush from the cup by the sink and got some toothpaste. Emma arched a brow at him as she continued to brush. Somehow, the idiot managed to smile at her charmingly even as he worked the toothbrush around his mouth. She rolled her eyes and looked at her reflection instead, but that didn’t work either. His gaze only found her reflection in the mirror, and he waggled his eyebrows at her. She almost choked on her toothpaste.

Then he spit, rinsed, and ran his hand across his mouth in exaggerated, satisfied fashion. “Ahh,” he said, then bowed to her and left.

Emma scowled at her own reflection in the mirror. Stupid attractive eyebrows. No one was supposed to look that good brushing his teeth. She finished brushing, rinsed, then headed back down the hall to Ruby’s room. Her friends stopped chatting the minute she walked in.

“What?”

Ruby arched a brow. “Please, Emma. I caught you drooling over Killian when you were supposed to be brushing your teeth.”

Mary Margaret pointed an accusing finger. “And you’re smiling.”

Emma rolled her eyes as she tossed her toothbrush into her overnight bag. “So I’m smiling. So what?”

“So, you don’t normally walk around smiling. It’s not the natural resting state of your face.”

Emma laughed as she plopped down on Ruby’s bed with her friends and grabbed some potato chips. “The natural resting state of my face?”

“Yeah,” Ruby explained. “Take MM here. She naturally smiles. Just walks around smiling. You - not so much.”

“Okay, fine,” Emma muttered around a chip, “so I think he’s cute. Are you happy now?”

“Very.”

Emma lifted a hand the minute she saw Mary Margaret’s face. “I think he’s cute. That’s it. I’m not saying I like him or that I want to date him, just that objectively I can admit he’s cute.”

“Puppies are cute, Emma,” Mary Margaret pointed out, “that guy in there is not just cute.”

“How is he your foster brother anyway, Ruby?” Emma asked, hoping to steer the conversation somewhere else.

“Oh, that. Well, Granny knew his mom from way back. They used to come visit every summer when we were kids. Anyways, when Killian’s dad left, he asked if she’d take him.”

Emma blinked. “Wait, his dad just dumped him here? And where’s his mom?”

“She died of cancer a few years back.” Ruby shrugged. “And I don’t know, his dad wanted to go back to England or something. Killian gets pissed whenever I bring him up, so I’m not really sure. He has a brother too, but Liam’s in the Navy.”

Emma fell silent as she grabbed more chips. As she munched, she tried to imagine being sent to a new town, new school so your dad could . . . what? Live his own life with no responsibilities? It was pretty screwed up.

The sound of an electric guitar filled the apartment above Granny’s diner once again, and Ruby let out a huff of frustration as she stomped to her door.

“Kill, seriously? Can you stop with the guitar already?”

“I live here too,” Killian shouted back.

“Both of you shut up so I can sleep,” Granny yelled at them both.

Mary Margaret and Emma caught each other’s eye and burst out laughing. Ruby groaned then slammed the door shut.

“I’m serious, Emma. If he starts dating you, maybe he won’t be around here so much, driving me insane!”

“That’s not very romantic, Rubes,” MM scolded.

“And remember, Emma Swan doesn’t date.”

“Emma Swan needs to stop referring to herself in the third person.”

Emma didn’t have her poms anymore, so she threw a pillow at Ruby’s head instead.