#the hippo responds

[acearohippo]

What do you mean by Shen Jiu being female-coded? /genq

Hello! To preface, in a lot of fandom spheres calling any cis gendered character "[gender]-coded" tends to be negative, usually to highlight poor writing or usage of harmful stereotypes, i.e., male-coded women being arrogant and demeaning to other women or female-coded men being sensitive and the butt of jokes among other men. However, there are instances where it is done and, rather than promote negative gender stereotypes it rather... Emphasises a masculine and feminine natures that resonate with people.

I am not always good with words, but there is [gender]-coded that is basically thinly veiled sexism and there is [gender]-coded that is simply nature. Think along the terms of pre Christian colonialism, where many cultures and religions have masculine energy and feminine energy defined outside of biological gender.

I see SJ as female coded because of how the fandom reacts/reacted to him. We don't got a lot of info on him, canon wise, at least not without heavy (and unreliable) bias. But there is a stark difference to how fandom treats him compared to the other men in the story.

And I don't mean in the sense of "he deserved what he got/he deserved so much better" discourse that surrounds him, but how fandom understands him.

Depending on where you fall, the degree of SJ's childhood trauma could range from demeaning slavery with a historically usual amount of abuse and demands to underage sexual abuse and torture. Regardless, the common thread is that men have control over his autonomy. Men (and nobility) dictate what he does, how he dresses, what he will receive, and how others percieve him. This is something SJ does not escape, even when he becomes a Peak Lord, although the degree has lessened by this time. He fails not just because of his actions, but due to the words and judgement of people who only see him on surface level and, thus, scrutinise his every action as "evidence" to their preconceived judgement.

And boy does fandom run with this!

And it makes sense because, a huge portion of danmei demographics are women... Women who understand all too well the dangers a negative statement can have on their livlihood.

This is why Shen Jiu is female coded, to me. Qui Jianluo, Wu Yanzi, Yue Qingyuan, Luo Binghe, even Shen Yuan, etc etc all, in some way, have taken his autonomy. QJL and WYZ did it with their abuse and power over him, YQY did it by undermining him and placating him (while allowing the bad rumours and his bad behaviours to persist), LBH through his revenge (literally crippled him), Shen Yuan quite literally takes over his body and has no regard for its treatment for most of the story.

In fandom, I think its telling that Qi Qingqi, Mu Qingfan, and Liu Qingge also feature as a prominent antaongist that contribute to Shen Jiu's abysmal reputation. Unfortunately, the three kinds of people women should feel protected by and safe with- other women, doctors, and those who uphold justice- are some of the main contributors to the problems they face. They aren't taken seriously, they're ostracised or put down, they're ignored or labeled as over emotional.

Its also telling that, for most fanfics/discussions/art/etc where Shen Jiu is "redeemed" or given a second chance, the main reason why he suceeds is because others listen to him. They let him have a voice and respect it. He is able to advocate for himself and not be torn down or turned away. And if he is, usually there's a man that stands by his side and acts as the "ally" or "bridge" that gets people taking him seriously.

Or, him being attached to a well-respected man is enough for people to change their opinions. Fandom can't help but reflect real life in their works.

So, with all that being said... I understand that there's going to be people who think this is a "bad take" because I rely so heavily on how the fandom portrays Shen Jiu, and that's fine. There will always be Bible-thumpers in every piece of media we consume, and they're here for good reason. But I consume stories for the feelings they evoke and the influence they have on others. People make connections, that's just what we do, and this is the connection I made.

[acearohippo]

My worries:

1. They introduce yet another currency that can only be farmed in specific areas

2. They introduce a new pvp/rank mode where these special equipment can be optained

2a. If it's "equipment", ie it needs to be made, then there'll probably be specific "materials" we need to grind

2b. This sounds a lot like a brand new, legitimate crafting system in the works

3. They might restrict these weapons to either a) legendaries and/or b) fully res'd espers

4. The equipment itself will probably have it's own levelling system (see worry 1 about new currency) which may lead to

5. New gameplay, which is always solid

6. But it's most definitely going to be another lofty grind for casual/new/f2p players which will cause even more gaming fatigue

7. More p2w packs

8. And, of course, the inevitable change to the meta where certain modes are impossible to meet without a specific esper, but now we're also adding esper-specific weapons to boot

apparently we're getting signature weapons down the line maybe?

and there are people that are against this and I'm not entirely sure why exactly?

maybe if I had more information I'd get it but right now I'm just puzzled

like we're just getting more equipment right? what are people afraid of

[mo-ok]

🫵😡 monger

[creelarke]

Moo Deng’s caretaker (the guy in the photo) responded to a vegan, pro-Peta American TikToker — who (falsely) accused Khao Kheow zoo, the Thai zoo Moo Deng’s from, of abusing Moo Deng and other animals (when the zoo’s actual known for having been saving animals, rehabilitating them and treating them with kindness) and said that Moo Deng should be in the wild (her species, pygmy hippo, is considered endangered and therefore she could not be in the wild) — by saying that he doesn’t speak English, therefore he doesn’t know what this person is yapping about, therefore he does not care. And I honestly think he’s a legend for that.

Moo Deng is loved and is well taken care of. Her caretaker loves her and has been taking care of her since her birth, way before she’s gotten famous.

Not everything is about America and not everything needs to be “saved��� by American.

[alastorsbookie10228]

hm, what’s this i smell?…. Alastor x Southern Belle reader headcanons? Yep, i do smell that.

(And btw, don’t be pressured to make this- have a good day.)

OH MY GAAAWD

ok so I'm gonna write this and cherish it for the rest of my days.

anywayyyyyy I present to you hungry hungry hippos (I love that game)

Alastor x Southern Belle reader

• Alastor himself was from the south, and his momma had a Southern Creole accent (in my opinion)

• He loved the way Southern women pronounced words, and how they have substitutes for any profanity

• After you had arrived at the hotel, and Charlie had giddily taken you in, he started to seek you out and speak with you, only to hear that angelic accent

• It didn't help that you dressed to his standards; cute checkered pattern dresses with small heels and a pretty little updo

• He absolutely adored you, and when he finally noticed he was falling for you....well, he wasn't surprised

• He has you read to him just to hear your accent. Whether it's books, the local paper, recipes, anything

"Could you read that again, dear?" he calls over his shoulder, and you hum in response. "three cups of rice." you respond, the ever-present accent thick on the "I" in rice. His smile widens slightly, small flashbacks of his mother saying the same word playing in the back of his mind.

• You love his New Orleans accent, and luckily enough, you only hear it without the radio filter. You could listen to his voice all day, and little do you know that the feeling is mutual

• You always join him on his little walks, often humming or softly singing a Dolly Parton or Loretta Lynn song. On a rare occasion, you'd even sing Reba

• He'll never admit it, but he could listen to you sing all day. You have just enough of that beautiful southern drawl to make you sound heavenly, and he often finds himself wondering what put you down here with the damned

• Maybe you get into a relationship, maybe you don't

[acearohippo]

Wanted to highlight to followers outside of the game/fandom the pure ridiculousness of some people

Why have people gotten this wrong??

[local-hellhound-steals-spaghetti]

It’s wild how someone posted that Moo Deng post to reddit and someone responded with what basically amounted to:

“It’s fine because they only harass the baby hippo for a small amount of time during the day when they’re feeding them and the guy doing the chasing, poking and slapping has years of experience so it’s fine! :)”

That’s like if you ordered food delivery and instead of them leaving the food at your door, they barge into your house chasing you and smacking you while filming it on his phone before leaving. But it’s fine because they only did it a little bit, filming it for their social media and then leaving you alone!!! Oh yeah and the guy’s very experienced in food delivery, so he knows what he doing obviously!

I’m sorry but that’s the most pathetic excuse for shitty animal handling I’ve ever heard.

Anyway feel free to watch the videos and make up your own mind - I just don’t think any of this is reasonable. From the sheer volume of the crowds and the proximity of the public to the animals, to the keeper’s bullying and harassment of a hippo calf.

And even if it was play, which it isn’t. But let’s entertain the idea that it is… why are you teaching an animal that is going to grow up to be between 400-600lbs to bite and charge at you for fun?

[pinnedmother]

Caring for The Impaler (3 short stories)

Showing our love for the snakey man through acts of service! 🐍ɞ

3/3: Singing him a lullaby

Golden hippo is one of the unique assets of Messmer’s crusade. The man never liked riding horses, always preferred to traverse any length of land on his own legs. However, if he truly had to, he went with this odd choice. And, being idle most of the time, the hippo required walks, like almost any animal it needed to run around and unwind at least sometimes.

You weren’t scared of the beast, per se, yet it was quite imposing in its size. Still, you agreed when Messmer offered you a curtesy ride across the Lands of Shadow.

Helping you up on the creature’s back, he settles you in the saddle in front of him. Then he grabs the reins, and while doing so his arms are holding you firmly in place by your sides, one of his serpents coils around you for good measure. No amount of assurances that you can handle yourself can shake his resolve to pamper you in his protection.

And so, you depart from the Shadow Castle. The Golden hippo ramps up the pace as soon as you’re out of the gate, striding swiftly through fields of dead grass, hopping over half-ruined stone fences as if they are a part of an obstacle course. Its back shakes violently at times, and for a moment there, you’re thankful for Messmer’s iron grip on your safety.

The views are changing in rapid succession: the mountains, the statues, the ruins of an old city. You see a Furnace Golem wandering about in the distance. The wind becomes algid with how fast you move. You instinctively press your back into Messmer for warmth and he leans in slightly, almost hugging you. He lets out a soft exhale and you know without looking that the man is smirking. Moving his lips closer to your ear, he speaks in an uncustomary amused tone:

“It dost prove too great a burden for thee to bear, it seemeth, doth it not?”

You wish to bite back, but instead can only manage a pout. “There, 'neath the trees. Let us take a brief respite” – he says, his voice takes on a much more familiar softness. Messmer pulls on the reigns with great force, halting the hippo to a stop. It obediently complies: even animals know to obey His rule.

Despite feeling the ground under your feet again you are still a tad shaky from the ride, so you opt to sit down by the tree, Messmer soon joins you. At least he tries. As he approaches, his eye drifts further away and a small smile he was previously wearing dissipates. You follow his stare and behold a statue of Marika, her head removed. Somehow, you’ve missed it completely on your way here.

“We may leave, if you’d like” – you suggest, The Impaler shakes his head. You feel him settling down beside you.

Time passes, it’s peaceful here, only a soft rustle of leaves breaks the quiet every so often. You try talking to him, even offering to tease you about the weak display at the ride, hoping to pull him back into the good mood he just had. Messmer seems so deep in his thoughts that you’re not even sure he’s hearing you, let alone listening. Alas, this state of his is not too uncommon, the topic of his mother was always a somber one, presenting itself even without a reminder. And the beheaded statue is a reminder enough. Only the one in his chamber seemed to have a more sentimental effect on him.

You take a deep breath, get up to your knees and pull your arms around him – there’s not much else you can do for his comfort. Messmer shudders from sudden contact and then, surprisingly, retaliates, caressing your hand and moving his head closer to yours. “Are you alright?” – You whisper. He sighs and responds a moment later: “Yes”.  Of course, he was not alright.

“Do you… miss her or hate her?” you keep holding him tightly, drawing little circles with your fingertips into an open skin on his shoulder.

“Neither.” – He says, a slight irritation lacing his otherwise even voice. “Both…” he adds under his breath, defeated.

Messmer pushes himself into you more, bowing his head low. You shift positions slightly allowing him to lie on your thighs, he doesn’t hesitate, resting his head on you. You brush the red locks from his face so you could see it more clearly and continue stroking his shoulders with one hand and head with the other. He looks into the distance for some time before shutting his eye.

You start humming quietly, a melody you heard long ago suddenly came to mind: it is simple and adorable, but slightly melancholic. Messmer hurriedly shifts, looking up at you with a narrowed eye. “What is this..?” He asks. “Oh, nothing, I shall stop-” – you start, but are quickly cut off by him: “No. Please. Continue.”

He lies back down, relaxing anew, as you hum under your nose. The combined effect of the song and gentle, pleasant fondling soon lulls him into a light sleep. The leaves rustle evenly, the Hippo is running across a dried out meadow, the soft breeze carries a faint scent of flowers. Messmer’s face softens, even his brows are no longer held in his usual frown. Smiling at him, you caress the top of his head with your fingers. You wonder if, perhaps, once, centuries ago, Marika held little Messmer just like this, humming to him a slightly melancholic melody she heard long ago.

[5five5five5five5five5five]

Viktor and Klaus keep showing five pictures of that baby hippo, moo deng and five, everytime, in a very monotone, almost a methodical thinking voice goes-

"she's very relatable."

"she reminds me of myself."

"her chaotic energy must be what others see in me."

"her energy is very refreshing."

And Klaus and Viktor have no idea how to respond. Is he relating to the hippo? Does he think people see him as a baby hippo? Does he WANT to be seen a a chaotic baby hippo? Is this just his way of saying "she's like me fr fr"?????? They have no idea.

[marigold-hills]

June 20: hippo | @wolfstarmicrofic | word count: 549

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Maybe because it’s someone’s birthday, or because everyone has handed in their dissertations, or maybe just because they’re all tired and a little fed up and need to relax – regardless of the reason, the Gryffindors are having a party.

Sirius, enjoying his well-established status as an attention whore, goes all out: tight jeans and a white billowing shirt open down to his navel, tattoos on display, hair down. Black smudges of makeup around the eyes.

James is off flirting, bumbling through his conversation like a hippo in an owlery. Doing better than expected - he’s not been hexed or kicked in the shin yet. The wide beam on his face and the way he keeps ruffling his hair suggest he might be actually getting somewhere.

(Go Prongs, Sirius thinks. You’ve got this. Stay the course. Don’t say anything too idiotic.)

Peter has found a group of stoned Hufflepuffs and has gotten high with them, head in the lap of some girl a year below them.

And Moony? Their often shy, a bit awkward, reliable and sturdy Moony –

Well, Moony lost a bet to James. (About a number of jelly-beans Moony could put in his mouth, of all things. Yes, they were both drunk already. Yes, the reason he lost was that he looked at Sirius and whatever he saw on his face made him laugh so hard he spat some of them out.)

Moony is on top of a table, singing along to Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy, and wearing James’ quidditch jersey, cropped so it just covers his ribs. Marlene is with him, never one to stay away from the fun.

Sirius is standing there, in the middle of the room, drink and conversation all forgotten, feeling rather starstruck.

“Are you done being oblivious then?” Mary asks. He’s pretty sure they were talking about the good hair conditioner he got from Hogsmead.

“Umm.”

��Because you look like you’re done, but then again who can tell with you.”

On the table, Remus sings about where he learned his passion from and twirls Marlene around.

“Yeh,” Sirius concedes, “I’m done.”

“Finally. Lily made us swear not to say anything and let you sort yourself out, but Merlin’s balls was it difficult to watch.”

“Huh,” Sirius takes a deep drink, vodka and orange juice, glad to be at that stage of tipsy where embarrassment is just a word. “Did everyone know before me?”

“Just about, I’d say. Maybe not your James.”

“Nah, he figured it out too.”

“There you go then.”

“Yup. There I go.”

Moony finishes his song, laughs loudly and freely, dips down in a bow towards where James is wolf whistling. There is a lovely blush on his face, from exertion or from alcohol. Pretty pretty pretty.

“Merlin you’re pathetic. Going to do anything about it?”

“Like what?”

“Talk to him? Jump of the Astronomy Tower? Up to you.”

“Will talk to him after the exams. The tower thing is a possible second, depending how the conversation goes.”

“Pathetic. Thought you’re meant to be suave or whatever, Black,” she pulls at the cuffed sleeve of his shirt as if that proves her point. Sirius doesn’t respond, because Remus turns around, and the cropped shirt he’s wearing shows off an expanse of skin on his back he’s unaccustomed to seeing.

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(let me know if you do/don’t want to be tagged in next parts)

[acearohippo]

what's your tang xuan build? i cant get past the c. rate = 100% and c. dmg >= 280%

pls help 😭

Remember, at max level and ascension, Tang Xuan already has 150% cdmg and 10% crate before any relic bonuses, so you just need 130% more cdmg and 90% more crate. Maxing out a level 60 cdmg ring relic gives you +85% and a complete thunder set gives you +50% cdmg so there's your extra 130% (135% total) to get you to that 280%.

Then just choose substats that have high crate. Fiery set gives you +20% so, to get the last 70%, choose relics with at least 10-15% crate substats on ALL 6 relics. Ideally, two relics with 15% crate at least, so the last 40% can be fulfilled with four 10% crate relics.

If you don't have level 60 equipment, then you might have to focus more on getting 4 relics with 15%+ crate substats so the other two can have 10%+ cdmg substats to help you break that barrier.

Additionally, remember you can have both cdmg and crate substats so getting 10% substats of each on a single relic can give you more leeway in fulfilling the requirements, but aim for higher crate substats.

But yeah, I personally just borrowed relics from other espers that already had the high stats so I could get the achievement and then I switched back.

So my build currently doesn't match that requirement anymore.

Below the cut is my current Tang Xuan build

Because Astral + Avatara + Pursuit(res 2)!Tang Xuan is a BEAST that keeps on hitting. No lie, I've defeated entire teams because he kept triggering pursuit and astral back to back or his counter triggered pursuit.

Once you get res 2 on Tang Xuan, astral and tyranny + avatara are, like, the only acceptable relics to use on him, like dang.

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Where Are We Going? (And Where Have We Been??)

@littlemissartemisia @tmntaucompetition

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Dee-Dee -- er, Donatello took Misa to a small side desk in the far corner of the room while April and Karai took the three boys into the bathroom to wash their faces and brush their teeth.

Misa was so confused and nervous. She wasn't sure why she felt so anxious about this whole situation. It was only Donnie... It was just "DvD". Huh. She'd forgotten that nickname...

"Alright then, Misa, sit down," he instructed. His voice was stern, commanding, but not at all scary like she'd figured he would be. He seemed pretty steamed when he'd first seen her.

Misa sat down at the corner of a bed, while DvD got the chair out from the desk and turned it around, sitting the wrong way down on it so that he could rest his arms on the back, his legs dangling out from the edges.

"So," he said, pure exhaustion in his voice, "How. Did. This. Happen."

"I don't know," she responded. "Last thing I remember, I was with my dads --"

"Wait, what? What do you mean, 'last I remember'? You were here with us the whole time."

Misa stared at him.

"...No, I wasn't. I was home with Hypno and Warren, we were getting ice cream, when suddenly a pink cloud exploded around me and then I was here!"

Donnie's eyes went wide. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to understand.

"Okay, so either you just somehow... got pulled through time, or the magic that turned you into an adult transformed your memories to fit accordingly. Which means you're either a time-traveler, or a precognitive clairvoyant. Both are equally terrifying and incredible."

Misa swallowed, her fingers twiddling as she looked around the room.

"Where... where are we?" she finally asked.

"The TMNT AU Competition. More specifically, the apartments they give to the contestants. Do you... remember that?"

Misa thought hard.

"I... kind of remember the competition. It was this big arena, right? Lots of stalls and stands selling all kinds of stuff, and people giving out gifts, and the med ward where I met --" she froze, suddenly remembering it all. "Mikey. I met Mikey in the med ward. I gave him..."

Her hand went down to the friendship bracelet on her wrist. It was old and frayed, the colours were slowly fading, but she wore it every day. Even after she'd forgotten who she'd given the other bracelet to. She made so many and gave away so many as a kid, she couldn't keep track after a few years. But each one had signature colours, and this one was a mix between bright orange and cotton candy pink.

"...I gave him a friendship bracelet and 'adopted' him. I forgot that, I can't believe I forgot that." She smiled before her eyes started to sting with tears. She looked up at DvD. "Why did you leave me?"

"What are you referring to?" he asked, obviously confused. "Misa, you've been with us the entire time!"

"I... what? No, I told you, I--"

"Based on what you've told me, from your perspective you left the competition and went back to your own home dimension?"

"Well, yes!" she exclaimed. "Most of my early childhood is kind of a blur... hopping from one dimension to the other... but I did go back to my own world, where I was taken in by Warren Stone and Hypno Potomus! They raised me, pretty much."

"You mean... that mutant hippo and the worm guy? I think I remember them from my universe..."

"Yeah, Hypno took me in to help me learn how to control my powers."

"What powers?" Donnie asked, eyes wide as he stood up suddenly. "You never said you had any powers!"

"You didn't know?"

"No! Of course not! Obviously not!" DvD calmed himself down, smoothed out his shirt, and sat back down. "You were four years old... possibly you didn't know that you had abilities, or more likely you just didn't think to tell us. Perhaps you purposefully didn't tell us..."

"Has it really been nine years?" Misa wondered out loud. Wow. So much could change and be forgotten in only nine years...

"So you're thirteen now?" DvD asked.

"Yup."

"You're the same age as Mikey is-- was."

Misa looked up in fear.

"Was?? What happened to Mikey?"

"Didn't you see the kids go into the bathroom?"

"THAT was MIKEY?!" she yelled, standing up and looking back to the door, behind which three toddlers were getting ready for bed. "He's... he's teensy! What happened to him?!"

"The exact opposite of what happened to you," Donatello said with irritation, as he slapped his face and slid his hand down his face.

"That doesn't explain much..."

"I suppose not. Basically, there's been a weird epidemic of people being turned into different ages. So far, it turned Leon, 'Phael, and Mikey into 7, 6, and 4-ish years of age. Apparently, it turned you into a 13 year old."

"That's weird."

"No weirder than a talking mushroom with a musical fetish."

"OH MY GOSH, I FORGOT ABOUT THAT!" she laughed. "I thought I dreamt that up!!"

DvD smiled softly as she cackled at the crazy memories.

She could just barely catch the dark circles under his eyes, the weak hold he had on that fragile smile. When she was a kid, she remembered seeing him and thinking he was kind of scary or grumpy all the time... Lee-Lee Leo had called him 'Grumples' once, didn't he? But she remembered seeing him sometimes with a wide grin and strange smile. He would say funny things about arson and world domination. While she hadn't understood it at that age, it made her giggle. She smiled at the memory...

"So your brothers are basically toddlers now?"

"OUR brothers, yes."

Misa smiled.

Well, at least one thing never changed. Once a family, always a family.

She had assumed that because they'd never visited her world, that meant maybe they hadn't cared after all, or they'd forgotten her. But that didn't seem to be the case after all... if anything, it might have been the other way around.

"So... we should probably catch each other up to speed, hmm?" Donnie suggested.

"I guess so..."

"Alright then, you start."

Misa began giving him the gist of her life, her abilities, her friends and family and the many adventures she'd been on during her 'absence'. Donnie filled in some details about their situation afterwards, how the pink mist had transformed their little brothers into little-er brothers, and even helped fill in the blanks from some other memories, such as Karai's arrival, the fear fungus, the other competitors that met her, and so on. After a few minutes, Karai and April took the boys out of the washroom.

Misa couldn't help but stare at the boys. Mikey was all smiles, and had to be held back to keep him from running up to her and slamming into her knees for a hug. Raph looked at her with curiosity, but held onto April's leg with desperation. Leon just simply glared at her, half-hiding behind April and Karai.

"Hi, guys!" she said with a smile, kneeling down on the floor to get closer to their height.

Mikey wriggled himself free and pounced on her, giggling like a madman as he wrapped himself around her like a monkey.

"Meezie!"

She laughed at that nickname. The vaguest of memories came back, of a tiny toddler in rags calling her that...

"Is it really Misa?" Karai asked. She hadn't apparently witnessed the transformation, having been in the kitchenette making some tea.

"Yep. It's her," Dee said with a nod.

Leon grumbled angrily.

"Traitor..."

"Leo, be nice," April rebuked.

Raph slowly meandered out from behind the teenage girls and crept towards her.

"Misa? How'd ya get so big?"

"Magic, apparently," she said, rubbing the back of Mikey's shell. He was still clinging onto her.

"Stupid, bad magic," Leon grumbled again.

"Aw, c'mon Lee-Lee, I'm the same as before! Just... taller."

"You're a stinky grownup now," he said, crossing his arms and pouting. "You're a traitor."

"You'll have to grow up one day too, ya know."

He pouted again, hot tears in his eyes. Tears? Oh, he wasn't mad that she 'betrayed' him and grew up. What was he mad about?

"I don't wanna be a stinky grownup. They're mean."

Misa slowly recalled his adverse reaction to Raphael when he'd first been turned into a tot. He hadn't even trusted Mikey when he saw him! He'd said something about... what was it, a mean place? The orphanage! He'd grown in an orphanage. With mean adults... and now Misa was an 'adult'. So to him, did it correlated that since she was now a grownup, she was automatically going to be mean to him, just like all the others. He thought she was a 'traitor'...

Misa tried to smile at him, to reassure him that she wasn't going to betray him or hurt him. Leo refused to meet her eyes.

"Hey, I promise that I'm not a stinky grownup," she said, scooting closer to him. "You're still my big brother, okay?"

Misa held out her pinky to him. He eyeballed it with concern, trying to decide whether or not to trust her... Well, if he could trust Miss Karai and Miss April... he could trust Misa again, right?

He wrapped his pinky around hers.

"Okay, big sister."

[iloveyurirah]

Punch Out boxers using Tiktok! (headcanons)

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Glass Joe

• Would be active for a few days before eventually forgetting about the app.

• Reviews restaurants for content and a lot of people tease him for being French.

• Would either have decent followers or just a small account.

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Von Kaiser

• Was there just to watch videos before making content after seeing a handful of it.

• He shows off his boots, training, and talks commentary. He didn't like showing his military stuff though, reminds him of the past.

• People expect thirst traps from him and he's honestly, seriously, GENUINELY denying every single request.

• Also forgot he had the app LMFAO

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Disco Kid

• Is still very much active on Tiktok.

• Is always up on trend, especially the ones where you DANCEEEE

• Comments from him are mostly compliments and uses the "slaayyy", "girl" typing style. Very outdated.

• Shows selfies sometimes, just sometimes.

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King Hippo

• Watches a lot of animal videos on the app.

• Often uses someone else's phone for watching.

• Accidentally posts a picture of himself and has those random ass sounds(Jax Vs. Skibidi Toilet Edging Battle!!!!)

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Piston Hondo

• Would deny using it at first, but eventually gives in. He enjoys using the app.

• Mostly used his account for commenting and watching. Likes giving people advices.

• He wins a lot of arguments.

• Probably has like 2 accounts, the other one being banned.

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Bear Hugger

• Has an account with 10 followers.

• Defo tries to do mukbangs but fails almost miserably???

• Eventually moves to showing off his fellow animal friends.

• Likes responding back to comments. Especially when they're making conversation with him.

• Bio is "I like raw fish"

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Great Tiger

• He makes videos about his magic and people think it’s CGI which offends him.

• Responds to hate comments a LOT. Spends most of his time on Tiktok to reply to them.

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Don Flamenco

• Vlogs in a lot of places and records them.

• Likes showing off his dance skills and good looks.

• Loves the attention he gets so much.

• The comments thirsting for him make him.. a little uncomfy(VERY LOYAL TO CARMEN!!!!)

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Aran Ryan

• A big-ass hater

• Posts hate comments, videos, his whole being on Tiktok is about being a hater and complains a lot. For fun.

• Yells in videos he posts.

• None of the boxers want to follow him (HELP, maybe except for Lil Mac)

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Soda Popinski

• He doesn’t even know Tiktok exists.

• Although tiktok knows about him, he probably gets edits made about him and he’s genuinely unaware of them.

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Bald Bull

• HATES the camera, absolutely. Doesn't like recording himself as well.

• Doesn't bother using the app at all.

• He always ask the other boxers on why they keep using the app, more offensively.

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Super Macho Man

• Posts a shit ton of videos just flexing his body.

• Always has his bitches in the videos to 'prove' something (nothing)

• Posts thirst traps but everyone is roasting him in the comments. He's obviously not happy about this. (Aran MIGHT be the troll)

• Responds to hate comments with something that revolves around him being better.

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Mr. Sandman

• Is actually civilized and does not cause drama. He's chill.

• Posts videos of him training from time to time, but is mostly on the app for.. YOU GET IT. JUST WATCHING.

• Reposts DAILY.

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Little Mac

• Too young for Tiktok.. :( (JAYKAY)

• Average Tiktok user, follows all of the boxers despite some of them just hating on him.

• Another commenting enjoyer, mostly on the boxers' posts.

• Reposts a lot of memes and shows them to Doc Louis (some of them he doesn't understand)

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Chapter 2

Woah this is what I have so far

The four turtle brothers had been in the middle of a fight, Leonardo the blue red eared slider was fighting hypno potamus the magician mutant villain. Leo was About to make a portal till he heard the giggling of a child throwing him off causing him to look around and accidentally bump into his younger brother Mikey.

The impact causing them both to fall backwards and land into a pile of construction sand. Getting up from the sand they both went back into combat with the hippo.

After the fight the four brothers retreated back to their lair in the sewers. Climbing down the ladder and talking about how the fight went before Mikey decided to bring up what happened between him and Leo. "Yeah, but what happened back there Leo?" "What do you mean?" Leo replied acting a small bit confused. "Y'know when you bumped into me and we both landed in that pile of sand." Mikey responded acting confused back.

"Oh that... i don't know what happened. I heard something like laughing? It sounded as if a kid was laughing at us but i tried looking around and found nothing! And then i bumped into you." "What do you mean a laughing child? I checked the perimeter of the area we were taking action in and i didn't find anyone else except for a camera, but i didn't pay any mind to it since i don't think it saw me and we weren't even going to be anywhere near that area." Donnie the middle brother said acknowledging the conversation.

"Aside from all of that, what do you mean you heard a kid laughing Leo?" Raph added to conversation "Yea its like they were laughing at us, but there was no kid and it sounded like it came from above me." Leo explained emphasizing the us.

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Later as they all are in their rooms, Donnie is on his computer just searching random stuff on the internet in hopes to cure his boredom (or playing Roblox and making kids cry with voice chat).

Also cover art for chapter one significant other let me post it :)

[tulip-room]

coffee stains- o. miya

prologue || You Again

words: 949

masterlist || all hq works || next

"You broke my heart in that little window, I felt my heart shatter as I watched you chatter away."

He was stressed out. He had a lot going on. Why couldn’t you understand that? She had heard too many excuses at this point. At first everything was fine, only a few dates here and there were missed. She was understanding…he was opening up a restaurant. That took a lot of work and time, it all came to a head one night though. One she would remember for a while as she slept on the couch of one of her friends. 

The night felt like it was taunting her, it was a warm humid night. The air sticking to her skin and weighing her down. Osamu had mentioned that he wasn’t going to be home because he had a few things at the shop to finish up. The bag of food she was bringing him dropped to the sidewalk as she saw him leaning over the counter and talking to one of the waitresses. So this is why he hadn’t come home. It made sense now. The food was abandoned on the ground as she started the slow walk home, not realizing the hot tears rolling down her face as they were too similar to the humidity.

Fishing out her phone from her pocket she almost drops it as her hands shake to unlock it. Her vision is blurry as she clicks on her most recent contact. Wyr, they’ll probably be the best option anyway. Her and Kiyoko live the closest to the apartment. Funny, it used to be her apartment but lately it hasn’t really felt like home. 

She barely makes it up the stairs in one piece on her shaky legs. Her hand comes up to wrap against the familiar wood of a familiar apartment. “Oh, let’s get you inside and out of those clothes.” Wyr beckons her in and closes the door behind her. Kiyoko comes over with a change of clothes and the two lead the crying woman to their bedroom. 

Kiyoko and Wyr’s apartment is nothing short of coziness. There’s fairy lights hanging up, potted plants on the window sill and the overhead lights are never on. Their living room is a mismatch of furniture given to them by their friends over the years, the couch was gifted to them by Daichi, the armchair a gift from Yachi their second Christmas living in the home. Their bedroom was in a similar state of mismatch. The quilts didn’t go together but that didn’t really matter as opposed to how warm they kept you. There was a singular potted plant on their bedside table (Norbert as deemed by Wyr), and there were scattered pages of drawings at the desk of the room. On the right side of the bed was a hippo plushie they had gotten when they went to the zoo. 

Y/N recognized the shirt she was wearing and smiled a little. It was the first gift she had ever given to Kiyoko, she was surprised to see it still in one piece after all the years it had been since then. “Is that a smile I see?” Kiyoko prodded when she came around the corner.

“You kept this stupid shirt?”

“Of course, it was a gift from a friend. I keep most things gifted to me.” Kiyoko offered her a small smile and lightly grabbed her arm to lead her back to the living room. There she could see a carton of ice cream, blankets, a cup of what looks like tea, and The Princess Bride loaded up on the TV. Wyr patted the spot next to them and she waited for Kiyoko to take the spot but she instead sat on the opposite end of the couch. “It’s cuddle time, you can tell us what happened when you feel better.” 

She hadn’t felt this loved in months as she allowed the couple to wrap their arms around her. The sounds of the opening played on the TV as they ate ice cream and laughed at the tricks played by the characters in the film. “Thank you guys,” she yawned as her eyes closed.

“Of course, you’re our friend.” Wyr responded and carefully raked her fingers through Y/N’s hair. “Get some rest, you can tell us about it in the morning if you’re feeling better.” She was already asleep on Wyr’s shoulder by the time the sentence was finished. “Seems she really did need some rest. I think I’m going to kill Osamu.” Kiyoko hummed with agreement.

A few months later and it seemed like she was back to normal, or at least as normal as someone could be after breaking up with their high school sweetheart. Life isn’t always pretty though, that’s why we have coffee to get us through the day. 

The bell jingles as she pushes the door open, her gaze is on her phone as she walks to the counter. It’s unfortunate that she doesn’t see the man walking towards her just as distracted as her. There’s a crash as the cold and wet feeling of something spilling on her flushes her senses. “I’m so sorry,” she knows that voice. 

She scowls as she lifts her head up. “It wasn’t enough that you made our relationship miserable? You had to spill your coffee on me too?” She scoffs and takes the napkins a tired barista hands her. “Thank you,” she mutters quickly to the woman. 

“Yeah, okay. Now you’re just being dramatic.” He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “I didn’t make our relationship miserable. You’re the one who left.” 

“Because you–” she stops and pinches her nose. “Nope. I don’t care enough, I’m doing better. I hope to not see you again Miya.”

“Whatever.”

a/n: haha- so...I am doing something full of whimsy to offset the seasonal depression. I'm going to write multiple series at once! You know what that means!!! It means that I'm going to be more chronically online than usual lol <3

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So how would Anne respond to pictures of Moo Deng from Thailand? You know? The incredibly adorable Pygmy Hippo from a Thai zoo dominating Social media?

The same way most ppl have, with “Awwwws” and laughter and she’d def share her fav pics in the Trio’s group chat