#they're really going for the middle school insults huh

[riality-check]

for the mini fic thing! 17 with Steve & Eddie? i love your drabbles!!

This is exceptionally late, and I'm slightly adjusting the prompt, but here you go!

17. "Things I wish you hadn't said"

"You know you gave me the nickname, right?" Eddie says.

He does that a lot, Steve has learned. Starts conversations in ways that sound like the middle of them. It's one thing among many he's noticed about Eddie, since March '86.

"What?" he says, half to make sure he heard him right, half because he's a little slow from the joint they've been passing back and forth.

"The Freak," Eddie explains. He says it like he's talking about the weather and takes another drag of the joint before he passes it back to Steve. "You regretted it right after you said it. Well, right after Carol shouted it loud enough for the whole cafeteria to hear. Could see it right on your face."

Steve remembers that day. His sophomore year, so Eddie's junior. Daniel McCain had gone up to Eddie, angry as anything about something Steve just had to know about.

He's glad he's not that guy anymore.

"Do you know why he came up to me? Danny?"

"No," Steve says. He interrupted that would-be conversation before he could hear any of it. He had to make himself the star of the show, all the time.

A sophomore, and already king.

He was such a prick.

He passes the joint back to Eddie without taking another drag.

"Do you remember my nose being broken?"

Steve has a flash of a memory, of a younger Eddie with hair curling just under his chin, bandages on his bruised face.

He nods.

"I kissed him the day before," Eddie says. He extinguishes the joint in favor of picking at his fingernails instead. "He didn't take too kindly to it."

Oh, shit.

"And you asked him what he had to talk to The Freak about."

For probably the hundredth time in his life, Steve hates the person he used to be. Because not only did he give Eddie the nickname that stuck with him all through the rest of his high school career, not only did he add insult to literal injury, but Steve couldn't even remember this particular cruelty in a sea of cruelties.

He wants to go back in time and shake that kid by the shoulders until his head's back on straight.

"I'm sorry. I wish I hadn't said that," he says, and it doesn't sound like nearly enough.

Eddie waves him off. "Can't go back. Besides, if you didn't say it, someone else would have. Probably me, to be honest."

Steve leans back, propping himself up on his elbows on Eddie's bed. He looks up at Eddie, sitting near his nightstand, cross-legged and still in a way that he never is when he's sober. The way he's backlit makes his hair seem like a gold halo, makes every stark detail of his silhouette stand out in a way that keeps Steve from looking away.

Not that he wants to.

He doesn't think that logic holds up. It's not worth thinking about "what-ifs," but he can't help it. He can't help the thought that if he had watched his mouth for once in his life, Eddie wouldn't have been tormented with that particular phrase.

Eddie doesn't seem to resent him for it, though. Robin always says that no one is as hard on Steve as he is, and this seems to line up with that.

Still.

"If you're not mad about it, then why-"

"I couldn't think of a better way to tell you I like boys," Eddie blurts.

Oh.

Steve has had plenty of people interested in him. He knows how to flirt back, even when they're as awkward as Eddie is, eyes burning a hole through his mattress.

It's not often that he's interested back. Really interested back.

Huh.

Guess I like men, he thinks to himself, and while thinking can wait for the morning, when he's sober, he knows that what he feels isn't going to fade along with the high.

And he knows exactly which moves to pull.

He sits up and moves a little closer to Eddie.

"Why do I need to know that?" he teases.

Eddie's head snaps up. He studies Steve's face with slightly reddened eyes, and when he finds, or doesn't find, what he's looking for, he relaxes. "Because I like you."

"You gonna do anything about it?"

"Yeah," Eddie says, leaning closer. "I'm gonna kiss you, and I hope you won't bre-"

Steve runs out of patience. He grabs Eddie's face with both hands and pulls him in.

It's a good kiss. Definitely not one worth punching over.

"You asshole!" Eddie laughs when they break apart. "You didn't let me finish my line!"

"Are you mad about it?"

"A little!"

"Too mad to kiss me again?"

Eddie pauses, grabs Steve's face, and kisses him fiercely.

Something tells Steve the answer to that last question is a resounding, "Not at all."

Prompts here.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Okay wow! Now you just made me sad about the “Compliment Assault” Vasco fic. I NEED THEM TOGETHERR AHHH. The fic is so good, It hurt me when they didn’t confessed🥺🫶. Can u pls make another one where Vasco ended up confessing to the reader with the help and around burn knuckles?. Heehhe thank you so much! Your fics are so good😘

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Hello my favourite carb! Thank you for your lovely words :D Yeah I thought I ended it on a little bit of a sad note. I dunno how to end things lol. Your ask intrigued me with how Vasco and the reader would leave things, so here's my brainfart. And it's looooong and ramble-y (I even used the keep reading feature!!) and tbh not the best but! Enjoy!

Vasco x Reader: With the help of Jace's ears

"What's wrong Vasco?"

Euntae was sitting in the empty classroom, looking worried and deep in thought.

Jace sincerely hoped it wasn't more trouble with the 4 Crews. They've only just managed to recover from their injuries and rest. He knew that himself and the rest of Burn Knuckles still have a way to go before they could even be considered a threat. He was desperate to get stronger and actually be a help and not a hindrance.

Besides, sometimes it's easy to forget they're still in school and should really be more worried about their grades and attendance.

Still, if this is what Vasco needs then Jace has no doubt that he will have the full backing of Burn Knuckles.

"I had a really strange conversation with Y/N the other day," Vasco turned to Jace with one lone tear falling from his face.

Jace felt a surge of relief but what's this now, "Oh?" his ears start to wriggle.

"She called me sweet, felt my muscles, and then was sad about me getting a girlfriend..."

"!" The ears grew a little larger...

"I'm not even interested in dating, especially if that means spending less time with Y/N." And a little larger still. "I made a promise I would always look after her."

"VASCO!!" Jace grips his shoulders and shakes him. Huh? Has Jace's ears always been this big? "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!"

.

.

"Fuck you, morons! Put me down!"

You are kicking and punching any which way but to no avail. The Burn Knuckles crashed into your class, "They're over there!!", lifted you - chair and all - out of the room.

You are now being carried in one of their weird formations, but you weren't going to go down without a fight. No wonder the Principal wanted to expel them! They were usually pretty chivalrous with you but this crossed the line.

"I'm sorry, but these are orders from Lord Vasco and Sir Jace!" one of the oddballs pipe up. You immediately stop your flailing. Vasco and Jace? You haven't seen Vasco since your almost-confession the other day, but for Vasco and Jace to summon you, even with this... method, it must be important.

"Hmph. Fine."

.

.

The crew discards you in a heap outside their classroom. You dust yourself off and yell insults and threats to their retreating backs. One of them even has the gall to turn back and wave. Urgh.

"VASCO!" you open the door and stride in, "Do you know what those blockheads-"

You pause, taking in your surroundings. The Architecture classroom was transformed, with petals covering the floor and candles lining the room. Was that... music? Vasco stands in the middle of it all, looking like he was on the verge of fainting.

Your heart flutters. Is this what you think it is?

"What's going on?"

If anything, from the second you opened your mouth, Vasco looked even more nervous. "I... I- erm. Y/N. You... Me... and I..." you could see him visibly gulp. Is that a sheen of sweat?

You move closer, hoping to comfort him. You give him a small smile and a tender look, "Euntae, it's ok. What did you want to say?"

"We. I mean... You. I think... Myself... No. Wait," Vasco squeezes his eyes shut, "JACE!"

Jace pops out from behind him. What the fuck he was there the whole time? You take a step back from them both. Maybe you actually had the wrong idea.

"Wait, Y/N! What Vasco meant to say was that he was thinking about what you were saying the other day when he walked you home..." Jace turns to Vasco, who nods his head immediately, his eyes still glued to the floor. You don't think you've ever seen Vasco so anxious or embarassed. Or Jace's ears so big.

"...And he likes you."

Your eyes widen in surprise, "Is this true?" you direct at Vasco.

He completely freezes on the spot under your scrutiny.

"Ahem, what Vasco meant to say is yes. It's true." Another swift nod.

"..." Vasco mumbles something indecipherable under his breath.

"He thinks you're the most beautiful person he's ever seen,"

"..."

"Oh right yeah, inside and out."

"..."

"And he wants to date you. Be your boyfriend,"

"..."

"Wants to take you out, hold your hand,"

"..."

"He thinks about you all the time,"

"..."

"And-"

"Jace!" You cut him off. You get it. You do. And you're truly grateful for his help, but you would really rather the rest of this conversation happen in private. The words coming from Jace ruin the effect somewhat. "Thank you, but would you mind if I speak to Vasco alone?"

"Oops, heh. Of course..." Jace claps Vasco on the back and leaves with a self-satisfied smile, his ears trailing behind him.

"Euntae," you stand in front of him. Your hands reach out to his. He finally looks at you shyly, a nervous smile on his lips. Like he wasn't sure what you were going to say, like you haven't been obvious.

"You've been so good to me. You have such a good heart. And," Vasco lets out a squeak as you squeeze his pecs, "Your body is just..." You make a sound of appreciation. "I would love for you to be my boyfriend."

.

.

Vasco would have thought he mishead you, or you were just messing around again, but he catches the way you look at him. You are absolutely smittened.

The final barrier breaks, he takes you in his arms and holds you tightly. He couldn't believe it's happening. After all this pining, he was the one (with the help of Jace and Burn Knuckles) who had the confidence to actually confess first. His only regret was not doing it sooner.

You reach up to seal your new relationship with a kiss-

Vasco flinches sharply. "AHH NO Y/N! You can only do that when we're married!!"

[sunsetsmakemesad]

Chapter 149

I'm craving grilled meat now

Hmm romantic moon scene

Kanaaaaa :((((((

"You guys still love each other, right?" no they don't Kana she's just keeping him from committing murder

Not Kana acting like she's fine even though it's so obvious she is not. Relatable.

KANA NOO YOU'RE GREAT YOU'RE AWESOME I LOVE YOU DON'T SAY THAT

Also are these two gonna consider that Aqua really isn't in the best mental headspace to be dating people lolll

:(

Akane is right though, they don't have that sort of relationship anymore, but I suppose Kana's low self-esteem is speaking here

Like a mother to her child AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA

she just wants him to find a good uni and get a good job😞

No he doesn't he's a dense rock who has Kamiki on his mind 24/7

I think you two should drop Aqua and get some ice cream together and paint each others' nails

Kana :((((

Akane is making some good points, seriously though.

Kana is always acting like she's 30, even though she's barely 19 (or 18??? I hate onk timeline)

The moment she grew out of being a cute kid, people stopped paying attention to her and turned their backs on her. She took it as sign that she's not a child anymore, I'm assuming she did this even in middle school. It makes me sad for her

Akane's right, Kana, grow some balls

Aaaaaaand they're back home

She's so pretty I wish she understood how amazing she is

Akane is at her doorstep. Huh

Why are Akanebros insulting Kana can't they see she's a Kanabro herself

"Why would you do that?" she already said she wants him to get into a good university and get a good job. Add a good girlfriend to the list

HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA SHE WASN'T LYING WHEN SHE SAID SHE WAS LIKE A MOM

that's kinda creepy tho

"Stop looking at me with those eyes!" "what eyes? ⚫u⚫"

Wait don't tell me she's making him get a girlfriend to stop him from revenge. She REALLY doesn't want him to go down that path, does she.

Anyways that was chapter 149, the liveblogging was so fun, I love aka's little guys when they're not being incestous.

[vodika-vibes]

Midday Blooms - Lilacs and Daffodils

Years after the Sith took control of Coruscant, the Coruscanti Citizens live on a series of Space Stations surrounding the planet, waiting for the day when they're allowed to return home. When it's safe to return home. The Clones, elite soldiers born of the DNA of Lord Jango Fett, make up the large majority of the fighting force, though not the entirety. And after it comes out that Lord Fett had elected to side with Count Dooku, a fallen Jedi Master, and that both men were pawns of none other than Supreme Chancellor Sheev Palpatine, the men are freed from the chips, and any compulsions that would have them turn on the jedi, and the civilians they protect so ably. But even now the war rages on. The soldiers, and their Jedi Generals, rotate three month deployments to Coruscant, in the hopes that one day, they will be able to live on the planet that glitters over their heads. This is very tangentially a war story. Because I cannot write action. But I will do my best. Tagging: @starrrgazingbunny Ships: Marshal Commander Neyo x OC, Marshal Commander Bacara x OC

Nebula Space Station

Bell Manor - 10:00 am

“It’s only a matter of time,” Doctor Dee Bell said excitedly to his daughter as he waved his morning toast around over his head. He either didn’t notice, or didn’t care, that some of the jam had fallen off the bread and landed on his white jacket. “You’ll see, Talia! Someday soon, we’ll be able to resettle Coruscant.”

Talia shook her head in amusement, “Father, you’ve been saying that for years, and the soldiers are no closer to retaking Coruscant from the Sith today then they were when I was six,”

“Bah! That’s only because Lord Fett decided to throw his weight behind Dooku.”

“We’re fortunate that the Jedi figured out his plan before Palpatine enacted it,” Talia pointed out as she took a sip of her tea, and then made a face. Cold, yuck. “Though it’s a shame that Knight Skywalker decided to throw his weight behind Palpatine.”

“He’s an idiot. And he’s on the losing side.” Her father countered, “Why, even Senator Amidala has been denouncing his actions since the day he defected, and she’s the mother to his children.”

He trailed off as he finally remembered that he was in the middle of eating, and he took a bite of his, now plain, toast. And then he paused and squinted at Talia, “Don’t you have a Salon you’re supposed to go to today?”

“...No.” Talia lied, badly. Damn it, she was hoping he had forgotten about the Cunningham Salon. 

“Talia,”

Aw, man. The Disappointed Dad voice. 

“You cannot skip Betty’s Salon, she’s always so happy when you go and visit.”

“Yeah, but she’s awful.”

“She’s lonely.”

“She insults Ophelia constantly.”

“Maybe Ophelia deserves it.”

“Dad!”

“What? I know she’s your friend, but she is a bit of a wild child!”

“She’s calmed down a lot since we were in Finishing School, dad. You know she’s working at her father’s company now, right?”

“Is she really?” Her father looks surprised, “Huh, well. Even so, you should go get dressed for the party. You should wear the purple dress your grandmother bought you.”

“I look awful in purple.” Talia whined, acting much younger than her 22 years.

“Nonsense, you love purple. It’s your favorite color! And you look beautiful in it!”

“That’s worse! Betty will just accuse me of showing her up at her own Salon.”

“Nonsense. Now go and get dressed.”

Talia rolled her eyes, but allowed her father to propel her out of her seat and to the stairs. She supposed there was no way out of it now. Stupid dad actually remembering shit at inconvenient moments.

Still, it wouldn’t take her longer than, maybe, half an hour to get herself dressed and her hair and make-up done. Maybe she would go all out and put fresh flowers in her hair, rather than pulling it up into a fancy updo.

She would have to send Ophelia a message. Her best friend always was good at coming up with ways to make Betty look like the hag she was.

*********

Marshal Commander Neyo was not happy.

In his defense, he was rarely happy. Being a Marshal Commander often came with more responsibilities than rights, and he had spent the last three months on rotation on the front lines.

He was exhausted.

Down to his bones.

All he wanted to do was retire to the apartment the Government gave him, and sleep for the next 9 months, until his next rotation to Coruscant started.

But no.

He couldn’t.

Because Fucking Faie agreed to a fucking Salon.

He didn’t even know what a Salon was. A party of some kind, based on the fact that he was required to wear his dress uniform.

He scowled at the pure white uniform. It was perfect, of course, and covered in medals and awards that meant jack-shit in any real world scenario. He hated it. He was much more comfortable in his armor. Hell, even his blacks would be preferable to wearing that get-up.

“Don’t be such a grouch,” Faie said with a roll of his eyes. He was already wearing his dress uniform. “We’re going to be rubbing shoulders with high class ladies.”

Neyo considered shoving him out the window. He would probably get another medal of service for it.

“Lovely,” Bacara said in monotone, “Just how I wanted to spend my first day decompressing from battles. Schmoozing with the rich and lazy.”

“It’ll be fun.” Faie insisted.

“Your idea of fun used to be reading Reg manuals,” Neyo pointed out snidely.

Faie gasped, “He talks!”

The urge to shove him out the window got stronger. “Wow. It’s sad that you think you’re funny.” Neyo said.

Faie rolled his eyes again. Neyo hoped his eyes got stuck that way. “Look, we finally have rights. We might as well take advantage of them. Besides, Bly is coming too.”

Bacara’s fingers slipped on one of his buttons, “You managed to convince him to step away from General Secura long enough to flirt with rich ladies?”

“Of course not. General Secura ordered him to come.”

Oh. That made sense.

Wait-

“I thought Bly was about to rotate to Coruscant,” Neyo said absently, as though he was commenting on the weather.

“He was supposed to, but General Secura was injured, so her battalion and the Wolfpack switched places.” Bacara replied as he finished buttoning his jacket and made sure that his ribbons were straight, “Hurry up, Neyo. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can make our escape.”

Neyo was pretty sure that was a damned lie, but it was a nice lie, so he finally pulled his jacket on and started buttoning it. Stupid brothers. Always getting him involved in stupid shit.

Maybe there would be good food at this party, if nothing else.

******

Talia stepped out of the speeder and thanked her father’s droid with a kind smile. She had been in luck, mother’s lilac bush was still in bloom, which meant she had been able to weave the delicate purple flowers through her braid.

And they matched her dress and sandals. One point for Talia and none for Harpy Betty.

She cast her gaze around, and a bright smile crossed her face when she saw Ophelia waiting for her. She looked annoyed, though no one else would think that, as her friend had mastered the art of hiding her emotions behind a fan.

Her entire face brightened, though, when she saw Talia. Ophelia snapped her fan shut, and stepped over to her. “Tali, darling, I thought you weren’t coming!” She hugged Talia tightly.

“Sorry, there was awful traffic by the spaceport.” Talia smiled warmly, her gaze lingering on the crown of daffodils that Ophelia had perched on top of her neat, platinum blonde, hair. “You decided on yellow, then?”

Ophelia stepped back and twirled for Talia, showing off her vibrant yellow dress, “Betty told me that yellow wasn’t my color due to my hair,” She said, “So I decided to be petty.”

Talia’s smile became so achingly fond as she regarded her best friend of twenty years, “You’re always petty.” She said, warmly.

“Pssh. You were the one who suggested real flowers, rather than ribbons.” Ophelia grinned, “I already got a comment about my daffodils, from Anne, of course.”

“Oh? What did she say?”

“That it was unbecoming of me to try and show up Betty at her own Salon.” Ophelia rolled her eyes, “I could wear a trash bag, and still show her up.” She hooked her arm with Talia’s and tugged her towards the garden entrance, “It’s because she has the personality of a sewer rat.”

The pair stepped into the garden, and were immediately overwhelmed by the scent of roses. “Ew.” Talia whispered, “Roses, really? And red ones?”

Ophelia leaned in, “I heard that she’s hunting for a husband.”

“At a Salon?”

“Mm. She invited some of the men who recently returned from Coruscant.” Ophelia replied, as she cast her gaze around the garden, “Though I doubt they’re here yet.”

“Oh, Talia you made it-” Betty hurried over and stopped, her gaze locked on the flowers in Talia’s hair, and then her gaze drifted to the flowers in Ophelia’s hair, “You made it.” She finished, sounding very annoyed. 

“There was awful traffic, Betty,” Talia said sweetly, like she had no idea that Betty was annoyed with her, “I suppose it makes sense with so many men returning from Coruscant yesterday.”

Betty flushed, the unheard condemnation heard loud and clear. “Ophelia, I’m surprised at you. Did I forget to mention how washed out yellow makes you look at my last Salon?”

Ophelia smiled winsomely, her yellow fan coming out and snapping open in front of her mouth and nose, “Mother made this dress for me, Betty. Surely you don’t expect me to disrespect her?”

Ophelia’s mother was a fashion designer of some renown. Well, she designed the gowns that the ladies of the senate wore on a daily basis, so “some” renown was rather an understatement. 

“Your mother should know better than to dress you in yellow,” Betty sniffed.

“I’ll be sure to mention it.” Ophelia replied. “Come along, Talia. I see Elizabeth over by the tea, and I’m sure that Betty has other people she needs to greet.”

Talia allowed Ophelia to direct her over to the tea table, where Elizabeth most assuredly wasn’t. The third part of their little trio from Finishing School stopped coming to these events as soon as she turned 18. With her mother’s blessing, of course.

Talia and Ophelia hadn’t been so lucky, tragically.

“Have you spoken to Elizabeth recently?” Talia asked as soon as Betty was out of earshot.

“I have, she’s met a man,” Ophelia grinned wickedly, “A soldier, named Gree. Apparently he’s as sweet as sugar and dotes on her.”

“I’m glad for her,” Talia said loyally.

“I think it’s boring.” Ophelia whispered as she handed a teacup to Talia, and then took one for herself.

“Hm. Have you heard from your gentleman lately?” Talia asked, innocently.

Ophelia looked disgruntled, “He returned yesterday, but he said that he had been roped into something today, so I’m not going to see him until tomorrow at the earliest.” 

“You poor thing. How will you survive?” Talia teased.

Ophelia shot her a look, and then her shoulders slumped, “I haven’t seen him in three months, and I wasn’t even able to greet him yesterday because he has responsibilities. It’s not even fair.”

“As if your father would okay you going to meet a man, any man, on your own.” Talia points out as she snags one of the picnic tables for them to share, “You’re lucky your mother approves.”

“Mother loves him. She’s been designing my wedding dress since I was three, of course.” Ophelia said warmly, “Of course, the moment she finds out that I’m already married, all bets are off.”

Talia laughed. She opened her mouth to say something when there was a commotion from the entrance of the garden.

*******

Neyo decided immediately that he hated roses. He hated the look and the scent. And he really, really hated the woman who dressed herself to look like a rose. Who was simpering over Faie like he deserved anything more than being shoved out a window.

At least most everyone else was dressed in more pastel colors. He saw several pinks, quite a few blues and greens, and more than one pastel yellow. This woman was the only one wearing wine red.

She stood out. And not in a good way.

“Neyo, this is Miss Betty Cunningham. This is her party,” Faie said, his glare practically screaming at him to be nice.

“Nice to meet you.” Neyo replied in a flat voice, everything about his screaming I don’t want to be here.

He took it as a victory when the red woman faltered under his unimpressed stare, and she turned to focus her attention on Bacara and Bly…neither of whom were paying attention to her.

Bly was staring at his chrono, likely wondering how long he had to remain at the party to not be seen as rude when he left. Neyo was sure that General Secura told him he had to stay for at least an hour.

Bacara, though-

Huh. Bacara was staring at something across the garden.

Neyo followed his gaze, and landed on a young woman, dressed in vibrant yellow, with yellow flowers in her hair. A young woman who was well aware of Bacara’s stare, as her face was glowing red. Her companion, a young woman in pastel purple with purple flowers in her hair, looked like she was trying not to laugh.

Neyo glanced over at his brother, who was now playing with something around his neck. That something, Neyo knew, was a wedding band. Something Bacara had admitted to him late one night, after a particularly bad day on Coruscant.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” Neyo hissed, “Go talk to your wife before she implodes.”

Bacara shot him a relieved look, and slipped away from the group of men, and across the garden. Laser focused on the yellow woman, who stood and greeted him with a tight hug.

Neyo was amused to note that the red woman flushed an angry shade of red when she saw that. He decided to take a note from his brother’s book in this case, and make a tactical retreat. 

Neyo found himself near the back of the garden, by a rather large, and gaudy looking, fountain. A fountain that was covered in red roses. What was with that woman?

“It’s hideous, isn’t it?” Neyo turned and flickered his gaze slightly down to regard the young woman standing several feet behind him, she smiled at him apologetically, “The Fountain, I mean.”

She stepped up next to him, her gaze remained locked on the fountain. She smelled softer, like the purple flowers in her hair. It was nice, compared to the overpowering scent of roses. “What is her obsession with roses?” Neyo asked.

She laughed, a bubbly noise that made Neyo want to make her laugh again. “The roses are new,” She said, once her laughter calmed, “Generally you can tell what kind of mood Betty is in based on the flowers she decorates her garden with.”

“And what do red roses mean?” Neyo asked warily.

“That she’s looking for a husband,”

Fuck.

She laughs again, and Neyo’s panic fades a little. “I don’t think you need to worry,” She reassures, “I think you intimidate her.”

“Thank fuck for that.” He paused, “Do I intimidate you?”

She released a thoughtful hum, and then looked up at him with a bright smile, “I’ve never been intimidated by a man in my life.”

That was…unfairly attractive, actually, Neyo decided after a moment of thought.

“Marshal Commander Neyo, of the 91st Battalion.” 

Her smile widened, “Talia Bell. It’s very nice to meet you, Commander.”

“Neyo.”

Delight flickered across her face, “Well then, it’s nice to meet you, Neyo.”

He decided, then and there, that he liked the way his name sounded on her tongue. Plans flickered through his mind, as his entire world shifted a little bit. “So, Talia,” He liked her name. It suited her, “What kind of flowers are these?” He brushed his fingers against one of the purple blossoms in her hair.

She considered him for a moment, and then she motioned for him to duck his head. Talia pulled a single blossom bunch from her hair, and lightly tucked it behind his ear, “They’re lilac blossoms,” She said, “And now we match.”

Well then.

A slow smile crossed his face, “If we match,” Neyo said slowly, his gaze locked on her face, “Then I suppose it’s okay for me to ask if you want to leave.”

She laughed, and leaned closer to him, the scent of lilacs swirled around them. “I know how to get to the back gate open,” Talia said brightly, “And there’s a nice little restaurant not far from here that has the best sandwiches on the station. If you’re interested?”

He was definitely interested. In more than just sandwiches. “It sounds like a good start,” He says instead, “Do you mind if I ditch the jacket at my barracks though?”

She shook her head, and then offered him her hand, her eyes sparkling in the midday sun. “Come on, Neyo. Let’s go have some real fun.”

Half made plans solidified into something solid. Something real.

Neyo smiled and took her hand, “Lead the way, Sarad.”

[ridiasfangirlings]

Yata gets made fun of by his ex-friends when they unexpectedly pass by him years later telling him they're not surprised that he's still single cause no one would wanna deal with him. Yata knows he shouldn't care about it but he is single and he doesn't know if anyone's ever gonna like him. Fushimi insults them back until, they leave and tells Yata that "If it were possible, I guess I'd wanna be with you. Too bad I'm not you're type." jokingly because he can't directly confess.

Yata sitting there thinking he’s single when Fushimi is like right there, come on Yata XD Maybe this is some kind of class reunion thing, everyone from their middle school class is invited. Fushimi of course has no interest in going even though Yata thinks it could be cool (Fushimi’s like ‘who would I even want to see there’ and Yata’s like ‘…okay point’). Yata decides to go on his own even if Fushimi won’t come, he thinks it can’t be too bad and he can show everyone that he’s not the loser they all said he would be. Except when he gets there Yata realizes that without Fushimi by his side there really isn’t anyone he wants to talk to. He sees his old Yata Team friends and thinks he could talk to them, like we’re older and wiser now right that was just kid stuff back then and everything’s good now.

When Yata gets close though they all give him the stink eye, they’re probably all in proper suits or office attire and here’s Yata with his oversized sweatshirt and beanie. Yata loses his temper a little and calls them all stuffed shirts and one of the guys is like ‘I bet you still can’t even talk to girls.’ Yata stutters out that yes he can and they laugh at him, of course Yata’s still single (maybe they even made some kind of bet about this and Yata’s face just burns with embarrassment when he realizes). Before Yata can say anything more though this gloomy voice is like ‘what a bunch of hyenas, how boring.’ Yata turns and there’s Fushimi behind him, Yata feels this rush of relief as Fushimi totally starts insulting the other guys and dragging Yata away.

As soon as they’ve left the reunion Fushimi asks why Yata even went there, like I told you those people were worthless. Yata gives this sheepish little laugh and then sighs, like he probably should’ve known better huh. Fushimi gives Yata this hesitant look and then gets all calculatedly casual as he asks if they said anything to him that upset him, Yata says it’s stupid but…well, he is still single isn’t he, and that made him feel kinda like a loser when they said it, like what if he’s alone forever. Yata quickly tries to gloss over the moment of weakness, like yeah I know stupid right and Fushimi gives this soft tongue click as he says not to listen to idiots like that —besides, if Yata was Fushimi’s type, Fushimi would definitely want to be with him. Yata starts to laugh and then those words sink in and he looks at Fushimi, who is very pointedly not looking at him and Yata finds his face getting warm as he suddenly wonders what Fushimi’s type might be.

[afoolandathief]

15 Character questions

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I went with both Jade and Caz for this one. This got really, really long, so I'm putting this under the cut:

Are you named after anyone?

Jade: Well, my middle name is Elizabeth, after my mom. Jade was just a pretty rock my mom decided to name me for. Caz: I'm named for my grandfather, as well as a Polish king.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Caz: Oh, well, likely ages ago, when - Jade: It was last week. Caz: Excuse me, Shaw? Jade: You're either a liar or you don't remember. Last week when you got drunk and spilled pig's blood on your tie. You were bawling. Caz: Okay fine, when was the last time you cried? Jade: When I was 17 and my mom died. Can we move on?

3. Do you have kids?

Jade: No but I have my pets: my two cats Ada and Lovelace, my gecko Newton, and my tarantula Hypatia, who's also my familiar. Caz: Jesus, Shaw, that doesn't count. Anyway, it's a no for me. I'm always very careful not to let that happen. Jade: Huh. Caz: What now, Shaw? Jade: No, it's just, you seem to be really good with kids, in the few times we've interacted with them. Caz: Trust me, Jade, someone like me should not be a parent.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Caz: Nah, I can get by on my charm just fine. Jade: Well, that's a fucking lie. You can be such a sarcastic bitch, Caz, especially when you're hungry. Caz: Well, what about you, Shaw? Jade: Noooo, I'm never sarcastic at all.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Jade: I am, um, not great at looking directly at people. A lot of the time I first sort of go over what they're wearing, what they're holding. Caz: Since I became a vampire, their smell. Humans have a distinct scent. Not to scare ya, but usually a delicious scent.

6. What's your eye color?

Caz: Silver. But when I was human I had some gorgeous blue eyes. And golden hair. And rosy cheeks. I mean, can't say I'm not popular with the ladies and gents now, but back then I was hot. Jade: Ugh, they're brown. Caz: Well, don't say it like that Shaw. Your eyes are, ya know, warm. Like whiskey. Jade: Thank you for comparing my eyes to a type of alcohol, Caz. Next question.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Jade: When I was in high school I was kind of obsessed with being edgy and watching horror movies — the more obscure and bloodier, the better. But lately I've been marathoning Miyazaki films with Violet. It's been ... nice. Huh, you know who you remind me of, Caz? No-Face. Caz: I don't know what the fuck that means, but I'm guessing you're trying to insult me. Anyway, I don't like movies with a lot of gore, but they also don't have to end happily. Give me a good story, especially a good love story. My favorite films are Casablanca and Titanic since — pula mea, Jade, don't smirk at me like that!

8. Any special talents?

Caz: I've been told I have a decent singing voice, and I can play quite a few instruments. And I'm double-jointed (extra bendy, if ya know what I mean). And there's the also the shapeshifting and hypnosis, I suppose. Jade: Uh, the ability to see the future, I guess?

9. Where were you born?

Jade: A health clinic in Moapa. Caz: My family home outside of Bistrița.

10. What are your hobbies?

Caz: Listening to music, playing music, singing, and I'm also an excellent dancer. And I like to cook. Mostly blood-based recipes, but I always treat my guests to a nice breakfast in the morning, if ya know what I mean. Jade: Caz, we always know what you mean. Anyway, I don't know if I have many hobbies. I'm pretty busy. I used to play bass, and I like to draw.

11. Have you any pets?

Jade: Well, I already talked about them, but do you want to see this video Hypatia eating a - Caz *shuddering*: La naiba, Jade, no one wants to see that creepy-crawly! Jade: Oh fuck off, blood boy. Caz: Anyway, I used to have this dog, Boian. Huge, white fellow, who could fight off bears and wolves and helped me watch the sheep. Jade: Wait, you were a shepherd? Caz: Next question, please.

12. What sports do you/have you played?

Caz: Besides some wrestling I used to do in my village, I'm not one for sports. But have I mentioned I'm an excellent dancer? Jade: Yes, you have. And, um, I'm not great at sports either. I used to skateboard a lot as a teenager. And I go for jogs in the desert. Caz: Ya know, maybe I should start working out again. Break out the ol' sweatband and cassette walkman. Jade: Holy fuck, I forgot how old you are.

13. How tall are you?

Jade: 5'7" Caz *smiling smugly*: 6'4" Jade: Caz, it's not 1500 or whatever anymore. It's not that impressive.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Caz: Well, we didn't really have school where I grew up, but shortly after I was turned I went to Constantinople and studied under several tutors there. I excelled in languages. Always have. Jade: It might be kind of obvious since my PhD is gonna be in stats, but math.

15. Dream job?

Jade: Once I get my PhD I'm going to apply to be a professor. Research, teaching people at a distance with limits on when and where they can talk to me? That's the dream. Caz: I, uh, can I skip this one? Most jobs don't apply to me anyway, with the whole can't-go-out-during-the-day thing. Jade: Caz, come on, I've seen you both get shot and sing Don't Stop Me Now at the top of your lungs during karaoke night. You can't be scared of this. Caz: Fine. Well, I couldn't take this job anyway, but I've always liked to be a professor, too. Of linguistics. I have a lot of first-hand knowledge on the last 600 years of Indo-European languages, after all. We could even teach at the same place together! Jade: Wow, I never knew that. Caz: Yeah, I've dreamed about it quite a bit. Jade: Well, maybe if you - Wait, when you say dream, do you mean -? Caz: Fantasies of hot grad students unable to resist a tweed-covered Professor Mraz? Jade: I hate you. I hate you so fucking much.

[bungacow]

Nostalgia: The Past, Present and You!

If you were born after the year 2000, you are sure to be familiar with the phrase "We did that back in my day!" coming from people a decade or two older than you. I know I've definitely gotten that line from my mom more than a few times. "So those are making a comeback huh?". "What do you kids know about (thing from the 90s or 2000s)?". It's only natural for older generations to be protective of their experiences now that almost anyone has a way to live them years later. I'm sure when I'm in my 40's I'll be a real geezer about kids wishing they were teens when TikTok was still a thing but for now I'll be rolling my eyes when a middle-aged man asks me if I know what a cassette is.

What really takes me out though is when kids my own age try and hit the old "Back in my day". What are you talking about!? It's still your day! These are your days! "Gen Alpha doesn't know what it was like to blah blah blah". Do you hear yourself? You aren't even 20 yet you sound like you're already rotting away in a retirement home! You're lucky to have the privilege of sharing your golden years in the light of the youth who have come after you. Each new generation is a gift and should be welcomed and taught, not shunned and gatekept from.

That being said, my favorite pastimes as of late have been doing things that my parents would've done when they were my age. Such as burning CD mixes, watching old TV shows, and listening to the old CDs they keep in their big black binder thingies. Even the creation of this very blog was inspired by an old man's blog from 2013. Old people are really triggered by the word "old". It's because most of them see the word as an insult, a threat to their youthful spirit. "That movie's not old! It came out when I was in high school!". The movie came out 30 years ago babes, it's old. Being old isn't a bad thing and neither is getting old. I'm lucky to have a dad who loves being old. He encourages and appreciates my love of older things and has gifted me many artifacts from his youth (Thank you once again for the Saw DVDs).

As much as I'd like to say I'm not scared of getting old and that I'm above all of those vain concerns, I'm not. I worry just as much as anyone does about my future and how I'm going to look back on myself in the next decades. Will I be proud of the things I've yet to accomplish? Will I be a bitter old crone who'll do anything for a taste of her golden years? I don't know. Nobody knows that kind of stuff. The best we get is the chance to do what we can in the now and boy do I intend to. It seems like everything I do nowadays is for my future self (Except my complete refusal to save money responsibly).

Currently, I think culture may be at a bit of a standstill as most adult-age consumers are more focused on what they used to have rather than what they do. It seems like every ad, every movie, every show is playing on some kind of nostalgia. Shit, I'm watching TV right now and they're playing Friends reruns from 20 years ago instead of making new shows with new writers and directors. In the future, I want to make a show of my own and I'm scared that I'll have to fight just to get a word in over the sounds of nostalgia dollars hitting the big exec's floors. So many people have amazing fresh new ideas that just need the time of day to take off but they're being turned away or canceled after a single season in favor of the same four shows over and over again. Getting media based on an original concept feels like winning the lottery.

I know it sounds ridiculous coming from me, the girl who just two paragraphs ago was talking about how much she loves old things, but that's the beauty of living right now. I can have everything that came before me and everything that will come after. I can watch Saw five times in a day and then watch I Saw the TV Glow. There's no law saying it has to be one or the other. New and old can coexist comfortably so long as there is a proper balance and everyone gets their fair chance. The old stuff has had its time to shine, let the new stuff get its moment in the sun before you cut it off and show the same four episodes of Frasier on loop.

Anya out. xx

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Lordy Lordy, Look Who's 40

Hey there, the Hall of Dangling Onions or Possibly It's Garlic. All right, it's not my usual update day, but we're not doing soda. It's only a day late, I can set my own schedule! I didn't expect to be out of town, and when you get a look at this thing, there's no way I was typing this up on my phone. I was holding onto this one because I wanted to do it as close to Decemberween as possible. MLP has done holiday specials before, but this one's not. But I think thematically, of the issues I have in my backlog, this one fits best here. I hope you'll agree~

Here's the cover:

Yeah! Can you believe that? My Little Pony is forty years old. Think about that a moment! Like, Ghostbusters won't be 40 until next year. The NES won't until 2025. I'm only 37 myself. (I'm 37, I'm not old!) That's wild, huh? Anyway, what's more on-theme for the holiday than kids receiving toys? Like, I think the only MLP toy my sister ever had as a kid was a Christmas one. (It was a G1 Merry Treat, if you were curious.) It just feels on theme. Man, though, I hate to say it, but I do not like this cover. These are some ugly little girls. Like, I don't necessarily like to insult the art styles for these, but maybe stick to drawing horses.

So we open on some rather static poses of some G1-style ponies. Butterscotch announces that Ponyville is in trouble. In fact, the world is ending. They debate this for a while, with Cotton Candy worrying this might be a problem too big for ponies. In G1, this might be so, but by the time of FiM, it's practically a daily event. But it's not an issue, because if there's one thing consistant for every generation of ponies: when they're together, they're unbeatable! Also, they have a secret weapon: this is all being made up by a little girl.

Yeah, the rather static poses and expressions is cleverly foreshadowing that these are all toys, and the scenario is all the imagination of our actual protagonist. She owns two of these figures, Snuzzle and Blossom. Cotton Candy and Minty belong to Tiffany, Butterscotch is Melanie's, and Blue Belle is Kelly's. Refer back to the cover. Starting from top left and going clockwise, you have Melanie, Tiffany, Julie (our protagonist), and Kelly. I hope you're getting all this, because there's absolutely a quiz on it later.

But indeed, this isn't a story about ponies. It's a story about the little girls who love them, which is a really neat idea for the 40th anniversary. Anyway, as you might expect from a group of pre-middle school girls who play ponies in Julie's basement all summer, they're also real horse girls. The lot of them are driven out to a barn where they hang out with some real ponies. And also being girls who are about to enter middle school as summer wanes, there's some angsting among them about remaining friends in the face of this new stage in life.

Now then! Given the G1 ponies, names like "Tiffany", and some of the dress sense, I think it's fair to say it's the 1980s in the comic. Maybe the early '90s at worst. So what's missing from this plot? How about a greedy man in a business suit threatening the continued existence of the farm~? Yes indeed, Julie overhears Mr. Pine in his office, discussing something on the phone. Tiffany sneaks off to the other line and hears the conversation: Grogar Developments (get it?) is planning to bulldoze the farm and build a mall. Oh good, you're almost in middle school, girls! You need a mall to hang out at!

The group resolves to let nothing happen to their favourite hangout, even forming a pinky promise over it. But the very next week, school starts up. The others give Julie their ponies so they'd always have a reason to return to her and to give her some extra courage. Alas, though, real life sets in and the friends begin to drift anyway, with the rigors of middle school both in and after school keeping them apart. Kelly in particular is being kept busy with her schoolwork while her parents glare at her from ten feet away. Even with the Asian stereotypes aside, no pressure, huh~?

Tired of waiting for her friends to call and also just tired in general, Julie drifts to sleep. Upon waking, she's siezed by an idea. In the middle of the night, she slips out and heads to the farm, which is indeed proposed for demolition. She finds a mysterious book under a haystack, and reads out a Latin phrase. Roughly translated (and by "roughly", I mean "I ran it through Google Translate"), it's something like "by the virtue of the universal knight this creature would send the life of addseer into his house". As usual, it probably loses a little something in translation.

The effort of casting a magic spell from a book she knew was hidden in the barn through a dream she had takes a lot out of Julie, and she falls asleep on the hay nearby. When next she wakes, she finds herself surrounded by… ponies! The six ponies that were once her and her friends' toys have been brought to life, expanded to full size. They've heard her plea, and have transported themselves over from Equestria to help her in her time of need. Honestly, this is a lot. Even knowing what franchise I'm reading, I did not expect this angle~

Julie tries to call her friends, who aren't willing to skip school to meet her at the barn. Are you sure they're your friends? Or even real kids, at that point? Before she can follow that up, Julie's surprised from behind and everything goes black. We cut over to the other three friends, who split up despite clearly riding to school together on the same bus. As the day goes on, though, they notice Julie is absent, and they decide to fake being sick and go after her. Oh, so skipping school entirely's a no-go, but ditching it early is just fine?

Upon arrival at the barn, they find Julie tied up and gagged, which is the second time I've had the "I did not expect this comic to go there" feeling. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice. Before they can help their friend, she indicates what's behind them. And they bear witness to their ponies come to life, just as she had. And here's where the third nickel drops: also behind them is Mr. Pine. He's a magician. And what I mean is that he's actually magic. It was his book that Julie found, and while he was content to just open a shopping mall, he'd be even more jazzed to open a portal between dimensions. Sure, we all would!

So, long ago, he was a wizard from Equestria, where he likewise planned to build a shopping mall. I mean, far be it from me to criticise one's magical ambitions, but… I think he could be shooting a little higher. Ah, but here's his grand plan as of now. With the kids in command of the ponies, perhaps they can persuade the tricky equines to open their portal and let him return. Where he can then open two shopping malls! Imagine! Slow down, we got a badass over here. But the girls refuse, telling him they don't control the ponies. They're friends with the ponies.

Cue a two-page spread of Magic Mr. Pine and his goons (yes, he has uniformed henchmen) fighting the girls all riding their magical ponies, all in front of a rainbow backdrop. Fantastic. The power of friendship and the strength of equine legs beat up the villains. And Magic Mr. Pine ends up sealed inside his own book. Victory!

And then Julie wakes up. Yep, it was all just a dream. No Magic Mr. Pine, no portal to Equestria, no book of Latin under the hay, and no talking horses. She never even left home. Before Julie can suck herself back into despair, her mom comes in to give her some good news. Seems the contractor decided to pull out of the deal and not demolish the farm. And even better, all three of her friends are here to cheer her up! They just heard the same news about the farm, and it's this good news that's pulled them together to apologise for their lack of communication lately.

So that was one story! Would you like another?

Well, we celebrated the G1 ponies. Let's leap to the other end of the timescale and do a G5 story! We open at the Brighthouse with Hitch helping to lift a heavy box to a higher level. With some strain, he manages to raise it, collapsing in a heap afterwards. Inquiring what the heck he just hauled, Sunny explains that it's books! It's her dad's old research into previous Equestrian societies. Izzy pokes through some of them, wondering what kind of place Fillydelphia was. Sunny replies that her dad believed they had magical sunshine every day. Oh, ha ha.

One of the dustiest books Sunny finds, however, is called "Tales of Dream Valley". The fun part of this is that, down to the font choice and rainbow banner, it really looks like an old G1 storybook. They find a page of character profiles, running commentary on each of them. Once again we're dealing with Butterscotch, Minty, Blue Belle, Cotton Candy, Snuzzle, and Blossom. This one also correctly names the G1 setting as Ponyland instead of Equestria. Izzy also notes that none of them are unicorns or pegasi, so maybe pony segregation has always been a thing.

The book then immediately contradicts my joke by focusing on Dream Valley, stating that Dream Castle was home to earth ponies, unicorns, pegasi, flutterponies, seaponies, grundles, and bushwoolies. Hitch wonders what bushwoolies are, and boy am I glad some things never came back for future series. Meanwhile, Izzy goes nuts over the concept of seaponies, deeply wishing to call upon them. Sunny points out that all of this could be just stories, and they should do more research. Let's go tell Zipp and Pipp about it, and maybe use the library at their place. This story ends as quickly as it began, with a dedication thanking MLP for being there for so many years and so many stories.

So that was another story! Would you like one more?

We open on a perfectly ordinary suburban-looking home. Like, a human-looking home. And indeed, first thing we see is a human woman coming downstairs to check on a young girl named Bonnie, who is watching an episode of G5 MLP on TV. Aunt Vicki can tell, but she questions why she has so many other screens also. Which Bonnie explains as also having the wiki open on the laptop, and using a tablet to look at MLP comics. She also has her phone out, to talk to her friend Kristen, who's watching at the same time. This kid is incredibly valid and relatable.

Suddenly a storm knocks out the power. While Aunt Vicki goes to check the breaker, Bonnie checks the status of her electronics. Like a fool, she's been running them all unplugged despite being at home, and the battery is at zero for all of them. Man, have you ever had three devices that all ran out of battery simultaneously? That's kind of impressive. But not very helpful for Bonnie's entertainment. Vicki comes back, noting the power's out all over the neighbourhood. So Kristen is probably powerless too, which doesn't cheer Bonnie up.

Aunt Vicki gets an idea, and hauls an old box out of her attic. Inside the box, they find Vicki's old G1 ponies. Minty and Butterscotch, who seem to be universal constants, are here again. Vicki also has a G1 Applejack, leading to Bonnie's confusion about the lack of hat. Vicki laughs at the differences between generations, remarking then that she also once had a Twilight. Not Twilight Sparkle, and not a book about vampires either. And then Vicki enters a lengthy flashback as she remembers her toy.

Way back in 1983, Vicki looked remarkably like her niece. She also had a friend she had an argument with. See, Jessie (her so-called best-friend-forever) went to a sleepover with Caroline and Chelsea and didn't even tell Vicki about it. Jessie points out that Vicki couldn't have even come, she was spending the weekend at her grandparents' house anyway. And she only got invited because her mom is friends with theirs. And turns out, they're pretty nice. So… what now? Is she gonna be their best friend instead?

This is also what Bonnie is wondering. What happened next was: nothing. Turns out you can be friends with multiple people, and the amount of friendship you spread around doesn't actually get smaller! Who knew~? As an apology, Vicki writes Jessie a note declaring this, gifting her Twilight as well. And this is basically the same story with Bonnie and her friend Kristen. Kristen went rollerskating with some other girl, and they fought about it. Bonnie wants to apologise, but can't because her phone's out. Vicki shares something else with her from the past: a land-line phone.

Yeah, I don't buy it. First, Vicki's not that old to still have a landline. If she was a kid in '83? Like, my mum doesn't have a landline, and she's at least 10 years behind that. Vicki's at most mid-40s. Nobody less than 70 has a landline anymore. Secondly, if the power went out, even the landline phones aren't working. That's how it always was when I was a kid. But despite reality, Bonnie calls up her friend and spends a merry time chatting with her, even missing the end of the storm and the beginning of a rainbow. And the comic ends with the power's return, while Vicki sends a photo of Applejack to Jessie, who sends back a pic of her with Twilight.

Well, as an anthology, we should react to the stories individually, yes?

Despite my criticisms, I do like the first story a lot! The premise is fun, and I'm a big sucker for the various '80s/'90s cliches and story beats. But with fair criticism, the art is amateurish at best and bogs the thing down. There's a lot of wasted space, empty backgrounds, and more than a few pages are huge splash pages that could be condensed. I don't think it ruins the experience, but it does dampen the whole thing. The ending is also kind of rushed. Once it dips back into reality, everything just kind of congeals to a finish. If the story had been paced a little better and less padded, it could've been really great.

The second story being set in the G5 universe is a fun spin on the formula, cheekily poking at the differences in the franchise between then and now. Both the art style and the oldness of the book are re-created perfectly. I only wish it was longer, and maybe had some sort of more definitive conclusion.

The third is very nice as well, with a more focused story about the differences in generations--and the things the same about them that bring them together. I like that this one at least brings up FiM a little bit, it seems a bit criminal to celebrate MLP's 40th anniversary and not mention the fourth generation, the one that had the most impact on the franchise's popularity and longevity. You think there'd even be a comic book for your 40th if it wasn't for Friendship is Magic? Highly doubtful. Anyway, Bonnie is relatable as heck with her ADHD screen spread, and she is right to be incredulous about Aunt Vicki's landline.

All in all, as a way to celebrate the franchise's 40th anniversary, this was a great idea. Not just stories about the ponies, but stories about the people ponies were meant for--both then and now.

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#in the eda heimdall was created from 9 women. if i got this correctly they also were ymir's daughters so huh...giant heimdall all the way

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#5

I love how Kai tries to appear like an adult (i mean he is 20) like, leading the operation and group, wearing a dress shirt and a tie.. and then this mf shows up with white sneakers and a coat so horrendous he probably found it in a bin after someone discarded it because the purple part was gathering too much dust

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#4

Does anyone know what honorifics Lewin and Nehaus use for each other in the japanese version? Since I can't read it myself....

I'm curious as to how Lewin refers to anyone actually, but specificaly those two

32 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

#3

"Questioning" about Heimdall, spoilers

Smthg that bugs me about Heimdall is that voiceline if Atreus finds him in the hall. He tells him that he envies Odin because unlike him, he sees people for what they truly are, whether they lie to the world or to themselves.

We know Odin is a narcissist who truly believes that he's in the right and everyone going against him is wronging him (exemple him believing it's entirely Atreus and Krato's fault if his family turns against him). Can Heimdall not see that?

If someone truly believes they're right, does he not see it as a lie? But he states otherwise. Does he just refuses to see Odin for what he truly is? And if so, why? I doubt it's because he's his father, since Heimdall doesn't seem to care much for his other family member (insulting Thor, bullying Thrùd, mocking Baldur's death to his MOTHER...). Was he just brainwashed through, like, Asgard propaganda? We see Thrùd doesn't believe Odin did wrong, and it's stated that Baldur also idolized his father, so I get that they wouldn't believe the other side of the story. But Heimdall? Heimdall should know better, he should be able to see this, that Odin is a self centered man that would stop at nothing for his thirst of knowledge. Especially when we can see that to him Heimdall was just a useful tool (him not really panicking when he dies because he can still use Atreus, AND not even budging when Atreus states that everyone hates him. There's also the fact that in the same scene he only refere to Thor as his son, not Heimdall. And claiming that Brok is a cheap price to pay, and I believe he said that in terms of usefulness, not in the 'I loved my son' way)...

So is Odin just too good at hiding what he thinks that Heimdall gets fooled, or is Heimdall lying to himself so that he has at least one person he can fully put his trust into?

104 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

#2

You know sometime you just gotta admit your taste as a kid didn't really evolve that much...

Elementary/middle school

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292 notes - Posted February 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Heimdall: *gets what he rightfully deserves*

me who somehow got attached to him:

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[pre1ude]

"He's a 10, but he's moody and kinda smells like a wet dog when sad." - @serpentxprince (being a lil shit)

"Oh, like you're some fragrant flower!" Daniel crosses his arms, affronted as ever at the reoccurent implication. He suspects it's Forsythe's favourite joke to make. Joke being keyword. He's immaculately showered, thank you very much. "Pot calling kettle. And you're lucky I don't have a sense of smell."

[boiling-potato]

Warning: mention of abuse

Characters: Chaoxiang and y/n

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Creator's note: Sorry for the long wait, I've been very busy with school works that I don't have much time to draw, write or answer questions in my inbox. I'm really sorry but I hope you guys enjoy nonetheless! Especially you anons who keeps asking for a Chaoxiang content~! ಡwಡ

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Chaoxiang x reader chapter 2

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"Now.... that kind of act is... unacceptable...."

.... Oh boy... he sounds pissed..

Chaoxiang walk towards you with the dark aura surrounding him that's basically screaming "you f*cked up."

.... You were... Petrified

You couldn't move, it felt like you were going to die.. you thought you were going to die...

.

.

but you just couldn't except that, no way in hell your dying just because you agreed on staying in a mansion full of murderous psychopaths that's when you remembered that you were still holding the knife so with instinct you raised it again and was about to swing but you were too late, Chaoxiang was already close enough and seeing that he already know it was going to happen he grabbed your hand with the knife tightly that it felt like it's going to bruise later on.

He then skillfully made you drop the knife then pull you towards him, he then bent down (if your tall then ignore that line) and lean close to your face, it's the first time you actually had a take good look at his face, he looks like he's in he's early 20's or older, he has a vibrant emerald eyes and not a blemish on sight.

He was incredibly attractive....

And looks incredibly pissed..

"You came here without my permission, ruined one of my most priced possession and now your trying to kill me? You just don't know when to behave now do you?"

He tighten his grip making you wince.

"... Maybe I should just give you to the twins since they have much more experience on teaching misbehaved visitors.."

You frozed, petrified at the mention of the twins. That green haired girl who kidnapped you actually gave you to them as their "plaything" they were so cruel. You remembered how they used to make you walk on a tightrope, beat you up while you're on the ground or just make you listen to them insulting you or just smack talking about their... Young master...

You didn't notice Chaoxiang softened his gaze noticing your fear and vulnerability, you were out of it, you couldn't say anything because you didn't know if he's actually going to do it or not but you immediately snap out of your thoughts when you then feel him losen his grip and slide his hand on your wrist to your hand, he grabbed it softly and pull you towards a table that looks like a traditional low Chinese table in the middle of the room.

"Sit, let's eat.."

You obliges sitting down, not wanting to anger him any further. He walk towards the door, opening it and pulling in a tray (with wheels) of food.

There was an uncomfortable silence in the air while you two eat. Your mind lingered on what he said "Is he really going to give me back to the twins..?"

Chaoxiang POV

Chaoxiang looked at his visitor... They seem to be deep in thought not to mention they haven't touch their food, they're just playing and poking it.

'hmmm those girls sure did a number on them huh..?'

Chaoxiang then hear the unsteady breathing pattern on their quivering lips, though they did a good job trying to hide it, Chaoxiang had this unintentional skill to notice the tiniest details of everything and everyone around him. He sighs

"Don't worry about it, I'm not going to give you back to them now eat. Young master would be very disappointed if you die out of starvation."

His visitor immediately look up with a surprise look on their face. Though Chaoxiang is telling the truth about him not being able to read minds, people seem to keep assuming that. To him is just a mere guess that people keep confirming it base on their actions

'why can't people see that actions speaks louder than words? Why do they always seem surprised when I guess it right?' he thought

"Y-your not..?"

Chaoxiang look at his guest who finally talked. "I apologize for the harsh words I said earlier, I was simply trying to get you to stop trying to kill or doubt me. Believe me I don't want to do anything that may cause you harm but I will if I have to. I'm not as cruel as them but I can if I so desire. Take that as a warning"

I said in a monotone voice as if I didn't said that in a threatening way.

Your POV

You didn't know how to respond to that so you just look down and continue to poke and play with your food. It's already been... 26 hours...? Or... Maybe three days? A week? Wait.. no that can't be right...

"What date is today?" You unintentionally said out loud

"It doesn't matter." Chaoxiang answered

"What?" You asked, confuse on what he meant

"Time and date doesn't work normally here, it bends, stretch and twist so it doesn't matter."

"I... wait.... what?" Ok, that didn't really helped.. if anything it even made you more confused on what he meant by that.

Chaoxiang sighs, putting down his bowl and looking up at his visitor. "How about this, If you're done eating I'll answer all of your questions and explain everything as much as I can. Like I said, young master wouldn't want you to die out of starvation."

You furrowed your eyebrows at the mention of their "young master"

"Why does she even care? Isn't that why she trapped me here? To kill me?"

"yeah, I guess.." Chaoxiang pause for a moment before speaking again.

"Do you remember how you met her?"

"Uhh yeah? We met at the park, I needed a place to stay and that's when she appeared out of nowhere and offered a night in her place. I had no choice but to except.."

"Did you tell her your name?"

"..... No I don't think so since she never asked- I-I'm sorry how is this related to the subject?"

You asked, confused on why he's asking all of these random questions.

Chaoxiang close his eyes and sighs, he seems... relieved.

"That's good.." he whispered but just loud enough to let you hear it.

"Hmm? And why is that?" You ask getting more desperate to hear and know more about the house and it's so called "young master"

"Like I said, eat first then I'll talk."

To be continued

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[randomblack-girl]

Another Astro Observation ig tbh I really just wanna share my experiences and see if other placements have the same experiences I struggle interpreting astrology so relating it to my life and experiences helps also I'm gonna try to put songs that remind me of these placements

Recently someone called me arrogant and I was confused because I struggle with confidence I don't think I'm arrogant or come off that way. Then I looked more into astrology and realized why people may think this. I'm pluto, sun, and jupiter dominant I'm also a scorpio rising with jupiter in my 1st house. I think these placements come off as very confident. And tbh I think being self obsessed can be good to an extent because people are always trying to bring you down.

Songs:

Juice by Lizzo

Conceited by Flo Mili

Persuasive by Doechii

If You Seek Amy by Britney Spears

Cockiness by Rihanna

And that brings me to the next observation people ALWAYS try to bring pluto/scorpio placements down. This probably also applys to lilith placements too but yea Ex:

So as a scorpio rising I was bullied a lot when younger especially on my appearance and the way I presented myself. I also have pluto in the 2nd house and I notice people try to "take me down a notch" by insulting my appearance (1st house) and by doing this they think it will lower my self worth/confidence (2nd house).

More about pluto in the 2nd house. I noticed pluto and scorpio can represent what gets a reaction from people. With my pluto in the 2nd house I was thinking it could be my voice, lips, and fashion (2nd house ruled by Taurus, Taurus rules throat, vocal cords, and mouth). Sagittarius is also in my 2nd house and people always talk about my smile it used to be one of the things I'd get made fun of. All of the things I listed above would. I would get comments on my voice and my lips/smile being too big. It was almost like people hated seeing me express happiness? (maybe they were jealous? Because pluto can show jealousy) and if you think about it this is spot on for this placement.

Gimme More Slayyyter remix for this one

I have virgo lilith in the 11th house and my friendships never go well/last 😭. I recently had this experience where I was sitting at a table with a bunch of girls and they all decided they didn't like me and kicked me out the table. They claimed I was too loud 🤭 (my aries mercury is screaming!!!)

Another 11th house lilith situation: I had bad friends in middle school and a teacher told me they're bad and I should stop being friends with them because they'll get me in trouble and ofc I didn't wanna listen 💀...honestly there's so many especially when it comes to online friendships

Songs: All My Friends Are Fake by Tate McRae

Backstabber by Kesha

I have venus in my 5th house and as stated above I'm sun dominant and people always tell me I should do something that has to do with theater 😍

Song: Circus by Britney Spears

My sun is opposite my asc and I feel like people always see me differently than how I see myself or how I really am

Mars in the 9th house do yall get called outspoken too? 🤨 I'm very opinionated I'd be starting conversations about controversial topics with no shame! 😘 also are yall advocates? I feel like the sign can change what you advocate for mines in cancer and I'm a feminist 😋

Songs:

Truth Hurts by Lizzo

Woman by Diana Gordon

Bad Girls by M.I.A.

I Am by Jorja Smith

Last one my mom has lilith and chiron in her 1st house and people sexualize her all the time!!! Even at work and they'll bring up her sexuality...it's getting weird 😟 she always kept a bf when younger she'll literally be minding her business and a guy will come up and offer sex like huh? Definitely getting lilith vibes

Songs:

Sex Yeah by Marina

Got it like that by Jae Stephans

Cockiness again 😜

If You Seek Amy again 😭

[fydream]

"Y/n!" A familiar voice calls out to you from down the hallway. It's less crowded now due to the majority of the students being in a classroom while the few that were there were either at their lockers or socializing with friends. This allowed you to see who was calling for you, to no surprise it was your best friend, Lee Donghyuck.

As soon as you spot him a wide grin appeared on his lips, one to be mirrored by you. "Is that my savior, Lee Donghyuck coming to rescue me?" You joke as you walk towards him.

"Why yes it is." He giggles, following along with the joke. "Oh and what a savior I am to be walking across campus to help my best friend find the cafeteria."

"You ruined it." You taunt, punching his arm lightly. "You wouldn't have to come get me if you showed up earlier this morning y'know.."

"Okay listen," He starts, which you reply to with an "I'm listening."

"You try sleeping over at a friends house on a school night trying to work on something for your best friend, then we'll talk." He scoffs.

"Aw you made something for me? I'm touched." There's a hint of playfulness in your voice and Donghyuck doesn't seem to pick up on it.

"Of course I did! What kind of friend would I be to not give my best friend a gift after not seeing them for so long?"

"You're so dramatic Hyuck," You sigh. "I was just kidding, besides I would've been happy to see you gift or not."

"Okay first of all," He starts. "You think I'm dramatic?"

"Did you really just ask me that question?" You ask back.

You roll your eyes at the boy walking next to you before replying with "You're literally the worlds biggest drama queen, but okay Hyuck. Whatever you say.."

He scoffs at your comment, "It's like you're not even trying to insult me Y/n. We both know I'm dramatic, so thank you. I try." He laughs.

"Anyways, my friends and I already made you one which is why you're getting one missy." He taunts and all of a sudden a warm feeling is brought back to you would get whenever you talked to Donghyuck.

It was a heartwarming feeling, to know that even after the couple of years you spent apart you two would still bicker over the silliest things. It was just another reminder to let you know that somethings never change, for the greater or for the worst. In this case, it was for the greater good.

You smile at him, it’s one of those smiles that you get when you remember a favorite memory of some sort. A sad, yet happy smile. It’s subtle and short but Donghyuck manages to see it.

“What?” he asks, looking at you weirdly. “Why’d you look at me like that?”

“It’s nothing.” You reply with, gathering your thoughts together.

“Okay.. Weirdo..” Hyuck comments, earning another light punch on the arm from you.

Another minute or so passed by until the two of you reached your destination. The school cafeteria, oh fun.

It’s noisy and loud, just as any other place full of teenagers would be. There’s tables set up in the middle and to the right of the room while the lunch line is on the left. There’s an isle between the tables in the middle and on the right that leads to a door outside towards the field of your school.

“Over there.” Hyuck nearly shouts, trying to make sure you hear him over the noise of the chatty students around you. He points to a boy with purple hair and another boy just a couple inches shorter standing next to him, who you assumed to be his friends.

A couple tables over you spot Jeno, Jisung, and another boy with them. "Huh, I didn't know they were friends." You thought to yourself. You notice that the  purple haired boy was sort of eyeing Jeno and that Jeno was returning the favor. Jisung must've noticed you looking at Jeno and the purple haired boy because he had hinted at Jeno to quit it, earning a bunch of snickers from the other boy seated next to him.

"Weird." You thought. Before you knew it Donghyuck was pulling you through the crowded cafeteria by your wrist. He gave a few "Hello's" and compliments to certain people while you mumbled a couple "sorry's" to whoever you bumped into. Sooner than later you were in front of the two boys that Donghyuck was pointing at.

"Lele! Junnie!" Hyuck called out as he waved at them.

"Hyuck!" The shorter boy said running towards you two. "Is this the infamous Y/n I keep hearing about?"

"Hell yeah it is." Donghyuck replied, introducing you to his two friends. "Y/n, this is Renjun" He said pointing at the shorter boy, who waved at you in response. He was holding what looked like a poster due to it being rolled up and a rubber band keeping it together.

"And this is Chenle!" He said pointing at the purpled haired boy. Chenle was holding a box which you assumed was the gift the three of them made you due to it being wrapped and having a red ribbon on top of the lid.

"Welcome to NCT High!" Chenle greeted, handing over the box to you. You were just about to grab it when Donghyuck snatched it from him.

"Lele!!" He whined, "Not yet!!! We have to give her a proper introduction." He pouted.

"That was a proper introduction, Hyuck." Renjun scoffs, taking the gift box from his hands and handing it back over to you. "Don't mind him." Renjun smiles. "He's just excited."

"Boy do I know.." You laugh, looking over at your best friend who was now giving Renjun puppy dog eyes. "He really hasn't changed at all." You mumble to yourself as you watch him attempt (and fail) to get things go his way.

"What's in the box?" You ask Renjun, turning your focus on to him.

"It's a surprise." He giggles. "You have to open it."

"Boo.. You're no fun." You joke as you tug on the ribbon, watching it easily fall apart.

Taking the top off of the box, the first thing you notice are the three letters taped to the bottom of the lid. Each envelope had one of the boy's names written on them along with a small doodle. "Aw, cute." You say as you file through them before putting them down back onto the lid. "I'll read these later" You think to yourself before continuing to open the gift. You don't notice it until now that the other two boys had started watching as you opened the gift from them.

"What?" You ask looking at the two boys in front of you.

"Nothing." Hyuck smiles, "Just keep opening it."

The second thing you find, or things in this case are woven and beaded friendship bracelets. The woven one followed the color scheme of purple, white, and blue, while the beaded one had your name spelled out with black and white beads and a heart next to it. Picking both up to put on your wrist you notice that Donghyuck is wearing another bracelet with the same color scheme as yours, just witth a different pattern, and Chenle the same. When you look over at Renjun you ask why he doesn't have one on and he explains that he clipped it onto his backpack.

"That's not the point of a bracelet though, Junnie." Chenle comments.

"I didn't want it to get dirty!" Renjun protests and Chenle snickers in response.

The last thing in the box is a small black leatherback journal. Painted on the cover is a pink heart that appeared to be melting at the bottom with the letters "DNYL" outlined in yellow on top of it. Confused, you open it to see it's empty. "What's this?" You ask holding the journal up to show the two boys in front of you and the one sitting next to you. None of them respond and all you gained was a fit of giggles from the three boys. "What?" You ask again, this time for firmly.

"You'll find out soon." Renjun replies, as a smile appears on his lips "But for now, welcome to the club y/n."

As you continue to question the three boys what "DNYL" stands for, a couple tables over Jisung couldn't help but watch you socialize with Lee Donghyuck and his friends.

"Whatcha looking at?" One of his friends asks from behind him in a mischievous tone. It startles Jisung at first before he realizes who it is. The boy hops over to sit next to Jisung and Jisung scowls at him. "Jesus christ Jaems, you fucking scared me."

"That's her isnt it?" Jaemin says teasingly, poking Jisung's side. "That's Y/n, huh?" He asks again.

Jisung swats away Jaemin's hand before giving him a more annoyed look. "Maybe it is," He responds. "Why does it matter?"

"Let's go say hi!!" Jaemin prompts excitingly as he attempts to drag Jisung off of the table and towards you, but Jisung doesn't budge and Jaemin is stopped by Jeno grabbing his forearm.

"No, Jaemin." Jeno starts. "As much as I'd like to, don't know you how badly this could go if all three of us just waltz over there right now? Can't you see who she's with?" He sighs.

"Yeah? Lee Donghyuck and his crew?" Jaemin questions. "What are they gonna do? Tell her what happened with us right there?"

"Yes! A thousand times yes! That's exactly what they're going to do!" Jisung exclaims. "Who do you think she's gonna believe more? Jeno and I? The two people she just met today. Or Lee Donghyuck? A boy who she's probably known her whole life." Jisung asks harshly.

"God god, okay." Jaemin backs off, not wanting to start a fight. He stops for a second trying to find another option to try and talk to you. "Jeno don't you have her number? Just text her and ask if she can meet us after school or something." He scoffs, turning his attention back over to his unfinished lunch.

"You're so eager.. And for why?" Jeno teases in a light voice, handing Jaemin his phone. Jaemin glances up at Jeno then back to his` phone before raising an eyebrow as if he's asking "Why?" after all, Lee Jeno isn't one to be so careless. Jeno picks up the confused and unsure vibes from Jaemin as he nudges it closer towards him. "Are you gonna take it or what?" He asks, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

Jaemin doesn't hesitate to snatch the device out of Jeno's hand as he frantically searches through his contacts for yours, and Jisung snickers at the fact that Jaemin is definitely in no rush to talk to you.

"You're so needy, Jaeminie~" Jisung teases, earning a light slap on the back of his head.

"Fuck off. You're one to talk." Jaemin hisses, handing Jeno his phone back.

"You're both needy. There." Jeno scoffs, rolling his eyes as he tucks his phone back into his pocket. "What did you even message her?"

"Nothing much, I just asked if she wanted to hang out after school that's all." Jaemin says, smiling innocently.

"Whatever you say Jaemin, just know that I can still see whatever you sent."

"You don't trust me?" Jaemin gasps dramatically, hand coming up to his chest to show that he'd been hurt.

"You're so annoying." Jeno teases, rolling his eyes at Jaemin. "But I believe you, just this once."

"Thank you, Jeno!" Jaemin exclaims, eyeing Jisung who still happens to be looking in your direction. "Nice to know some people will believe me."

"I didn't even say anything!" Jisung defends, hands shooting up.

"Will you two ever stop fighting?" Jeno asks as a dramatic sigh escapes his lips as he watches the two boys go back at each other again. He knows it's all just playful banter but sometimes he wishes the two would just quit it.

"I'll stop when he stops." Jaemin mumbles to which Jisung responds with "You started it!"

"No I didn't! You did!"

"You sound like children." Jeno snorts diverting his attention away from the two boys and on to his phone where he see's Jaemin's text to you. "I guess he wasn't lying." Jeno thinks. Soon enough he sees a bubble pop up on his screen indicating that you were typing. A message appears from you saying "i'll see if i can ask my mom! if not maybe over the weekend? :]"

Jeno smiles but before he could respond the bell rings indicating that lunch is over and all the students in the cafeteria, including you, leave to go to their next class. He sighs and packs up his lunch as he watches the other two boys continue to bicker.

"Jaemin, are you coming?" He asks, getting Jaemin's attention. "The bell rang and I can already tell Ms. V doesn't like us.." He mumbles.

"Yeah yeah, just give me a second." Jaemin responds before sticking his tongue out at Jisung.

"They're both children.. I swear.." Jeno mumbles to himself was he watches Jaemin pack up his bag and Jisung leave walking to the doors opposite from where they were sitting.

"You two are annoying, y'know." Jeno snorts as he and Jaemin walk to their history class together.

"I know." Jaemin smiles, "But you love us anyway."

"Sadly.." Jeno sighs, earning a "Hey!" from Jaemin.

"You know it's true.~~"

"Yeah. It is."

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✰ how to be a heartbreaker

↳ so what happens when park jisung, the school’s infamous fuckboy runs into the new girl at school? out of boredom he decides it’ll be fun to have someone new to play with, but little does he know, she’s learning how to be a heartbreaker. 

[fantasykidofkpop]

My Super Girlfriend pt 1

Nct Taeil x reader (ft. Johnny)

Nerd! Artist!Taeil x Super!reader

Superhero au Strong Woman Do Bongsoon au

Description: Every superhero saves the day and rescues a girl. But what if a girl with super inhuman abilities, saves the day and rescues her nerdy lover.

Quote: With great power, comes great responsibility

Taeil asks himself everyday whenever he comes home from his date

"How did I, a low life, an outcast, a nerd, get the most adorable and the most beautiful girl in all of Seoul."

Taeil and Y/N were together ever since senior year of High School

You been together for 3 years and Taeil could have been any happier with his lovely girl

But was he didn't know.... that his girlfriend has a secret

3 years ago, senior year, in high school

Taeil was always getting picked on and was always the bully's target

Especially, for Johnny Seo, the school's heartthrob, captain of the basket ball team

Johnny and some of his team members (Taeyong, Jaehyun and Ten) would always pick on Taeil and sometimes beat the crap out of him if he didn't or refuses to do their assignments

Taeil sometimes come home with bruises, a black eye and a busted lip

Whenever his parents ask about his wounds, he would lie by saying

"Oh, I bumped into a lamp post" "I tripped on the side walk" etc

Taeil knew if he told his parents, they would have move and transfer him to a different school

He wanted to stay, only to study Art

Sometimes, at night, he lays on his bed, stares at the ceiling, and wishes for tomorrow to be better day

"Please, let tomorrow be a brand new day"

The moment he fell into deep slumber

His wish came true

The next day, this morning was the same

Taeil walked to his locker, when he opened it, fake spiders came out of his locker

Even though they're fake, but he has a phobia of spiders

Taeil shrieks

Loud laughter came from behind

Johnny and friends were laughing really hard

Everyone laughed with them

"Same old scared little Taeil" Johnny says

"Oh wait, he's still little!" Ten shouts

Everyone laughs while Taeil looks at his feet in embarrasment

"See you later Short Stack!" Johnny yells and high fives his friends and leaves

I knew it, he thought

"Hey bro, you okay?" His bestfriend Mark asks while helping him

Him and Mark have been best friends since the were in middle school

"Yeah, I'm fine" he says

They both walk to their first period class

"Hey I heard there is a new student coming to our school" Mark points out

"Oh really?" Taeil asks

"Yeah, they say the new student is a girl, but I havent seen her yet"

"Oh okay" he says a little nervously

"I hope she'll treat you right" Mark reasures

They both entered the class and sat down in their assigned seats

While everyone was waiting for the teacher, Taeil kept thinking about what the new student would be like

His thoughts were interrupted by the teacher mr. Choi (SuJu Choi Siwon)

"Good morning class, before we begin our lesson, we have a new student joining us today, she new around her, make her feel welcome." He say while pointing at all of us

Mr.Choi gestures the new student to come in

The moment she walked in, Taeil's world stopped

His eyes widen and mouth parted in awe

Everything was in slow motion

Your hair flow a little behind and the sun reflected your soft hair

There stood before him, was a smiling beauty

You looked ethereal to him, like aphrodite the goddess of love and beauty

Taeil's heart beated fast like it was going to burst out of his chest by now

Mr.Choi gestures you to introduce herself

"Annyonghasaeyo, my name is Dong Y/n, im from Shanghai, China, please take care of me." You smile brightly showing your pearly whites

Your voice, was so beautiful, sounded like an angel's voice and it felt smooth like whipped cream

All of the guys were swoon by your smile

While some of the girls were jealous of your beauty and your figure

Taeil was lost in his thoughts that he didn't noticed that he called by the teacher

He got startled by his yell

"I said, Taeil raise your hand" Mr.Choi says sternly

He shakely raise his hand

When your meet his, you gave him another beautiful smile

His heart was beating at a fast rate when you came towards him

When you sat down next to him, Taeil was freaking out on the inside

"Hello, Taeil" you smiled at him and took your hand for him to shake

He froze again and came back to reality when you greeted him

"H-h-hi" he says while timidly taking his hand out to shake your hand

"H-how do you know my name?" He says shyly and awkwardly

His heart flutterd when he heard your giggle

"The teacher called on you, silly" you said while giggling

His cheeks started to heat up and looked away in embarassment

Through out the class period, Taeil could hardly pay attention to the lesson

He couldn't help but stare at your face

You have flawless skin, cute button nose, soft rosy cheeks, pink plump lips

And MOST of all, your big bright blue eyes

Honestly for Taeil, he's never seen anyone with bright blue eyes before

Blue is actually his favorite color

He uses blue colors for when he's painting the ocean or a lake

Yours eyes were like the color of the ocean

They reminded him of his paintings of the ocean

He was so lost in your beauty, that the bell rang, ending first period

"Dude, class ended, didn't you hear the bell?" Mark calls out

Taeil came back to reality "h-huh what?"

"Are you okay, your face is really red and are you sweating?" Mark asks

He checks himself, and starts feeling embarased

"It's just so hot in this room" he lies

"You sure it was from Y/N?" Mark says with a smirk

"I don't know what you mean, lets go!" He says quickly

And speed walks out of the classroom

2nd period, Taeil's scariest period

PE

Exercising is not the problem

His worst nightmare has the same class with him

JOHNNY SUH

Its scary when Mark doesn't have 2nd period with Taeil

Everyone was already dressed in their gym wear and so is Taeil

While everyone was stretching and waiting for the teacher

The girl's dressing room door opens

Taeil looks up and his eyes widens and his jaw drops in awe

You looked so stunning in your black sports bra and sweats

You such an amazing hourglass body

All of the boys were drooling, especially Johnny and his friends

Taeil couldn't look away, its like he was hypnotized by your body

When your eyes meet his, you smiled sweetly and started walking towards him

The way your ponytail bounced

The way your hips swayed

It was driving him crazy

Taeil suddenly felt himself being pushed to the ground

"Out of my way!" Johnny yells

Yup, he pushed him 😑

"Hey, beautiful, we haven't been properly introduced, the names Johnny" he says with a flirty smile and kisses your hand

Taeil felt anger and jealousy rushing through his body

"Nice to meet you too, Johnny" you said in a gentle voice ignoring his flirting

"What should I call you, Im guessing your name is gorgeous goddess?" He flirts again

"Thanks for the compliment, the names Y/N Dong Y/N"

"Wait, Dong Y/N, like as in, Dong Sicheng?" Johnny asks in a surprised voice

"Yes, he's my little brother" you said with a small smile

Everyone especially Taeil were shocked

Nobody knew that Dong Sicheng

A.K.A. Winwin, Student Council President

Has an older sister

"Anyway, there are a bunch of nut jobs in this school, especially him" he points at Taeil

"But don't worry, I'll always be there to protect you, sweet heart" he winks

He looks down and waits for you to laugh at Johnny's insult

"I don't think so, he seems sweet" you said the honest truth

That made Taeil go red as a tomato

Jaehyun, Taeyong and Ten snickered

Johnny scoffs

"Yeah, right. Well anyway, beautiful, if you want or need after school physical education, come to me. I promise to keep that gorgeous body in shape" he says by using his hands to motion your body

"Ok, I'll think about it" you said with a gentle smile

Before Johnny could speak, PE teacher mr.Lee (Lee Dong-hae SuJu) came in and blew his whistle

"Alright everyone, today is Friday, I have a surprise in store for you guys" he smirks

Taeil was not liking this feeling

"Today, were doing, drum roll please" he points at Ten

Ten pats the bleacher to resemble a drum

"Wrestling!" He shouts

Everybody were shouting in excitement, especially Johnny and his friends

Taeil felt he's going to pee himself any second now

"Alright, who wants to go?" He's says in anticipation

"Me mr.Lee!" Johnny shouts

"Yes, my tall handsome star student, get up here!" He smiles

He runs up to the center onto the gymnastic matt

"Pick your opponent"

He playfully looks around and spots Taeil

Johnny evilly smirks and points at him

"Moon Taeil !"

Taeil was beyond mortified

Everyone ooohed and silently laughs, except you

He shakely stands up and walks to the center

"You can do this Taeil !" You shouted

Taeil felt his fear wash away from your cheers

Until

Whistle blows

Taeil gets punched in the stomach

"One point to Johnny!" Mr.Lee shouts

Everyone except you claps

"Round 2!"

Taeil tries to push Johnny down, but he wasn't strong enough

Johnny and the students started laughing at his lack of strength

You, on the other hand, were cheering for Taeil

"Come on Taeil, you can do it!"

Taeil was suddenly punched in the face and got kneed in the stomach

He fell to the ground, breathing heavily

"Winner! Johnny" mr.Lee shouts and raises Johnny's arm

Everyone claps and chants out Johnny's name

You ran to Taeil and helped him up

"Are you okay?" You asked softly

He looks up and sees your beautiful face

"Am I in Heaven?" He asks almost in a conscious state

"No, your on the floor, lets get you back on the bleachers, silly" you said while giggling

You helped him back on the bleachers

"Who wants to go up against, Johnny?" Mr.Lee asks in anticipation

Nobody answers until...

"I will !" You shouted and raised your hand

Everyone, including the coach, Johnny and Taeil gasped

"W-w-well a-are you sure?" Coach asks

You nodded while gently smiling

You walk up to the center and stood 2 feet in front of Johnny

Taeil was really worried, if you get hurt, it felt like it be his fault for putting yourself on his spot

"Ready!" Blows the whistle

"I'll take it easy on you, beautiful" he says with a flirty smile and winks

Before he finish his sentence

In a blink of an eye

You got him in a choke hold and took him down with a loud thud

Everyone was shooked, including Taeil and coach

"How did she do that!" He thought

"Uh-uh one point to Y/N" coach stutters

Before Taeil could process anything, he saw something really strange

Your eyes

They were blue earlier, but when you took down Johnny, your eye color turned RED

And he had no idea that a sweet and innocent girl like you

Be that strong to take down a 6 foot tall basket ball player

"Final round!" Blows whistle

Johnny strikes a punch

But, you dodged his punch and swiftly flipped over Johnny

Everyone's jaws dropped and eyes widened

Nobody has ever beaten Johnny at wrestling

Not even his team mates

Nobody, except Taeil, notice your eyes change back to their original color

"What is she?!" He screams internally

You looked at everyone with an innocent look

"Um, did I go too far?" You asked in a small gentle voice

Everyone jumps out of there seats and claps while cheering you

Taeil, couldn't process what just happened and just stared at you in amazement

Johnny, on the other hand, couldn't believe what just happened

He sits up looks at you in shock

A girl, a beautiful, innocent girl, just took down a 9 time basket ball champion

His teams mates helped him up

"Bro, that was INSANE!" Ten exclaims

"She must've worked a lot" Jaehyun guesses

"Yeah, but I gotta admit, that's MY kind of woman" Johnny looks at you with a smirk while wipping the sweat off him

You thanked everyone for giving you compliments, then coach blew his and told everyone sit back down

Everyone had 10 minutes left of class, so coach Lee let everyone have free time

Taeil calms himself down and drinks his bottle of water

"Taeil !" You called him

He looks up and sees you jogging up to him with a gentle smile

He was infactuated by you

They way your hair moves when you jog

Sweat dripping

Then his eyes accidentally when down your chest

The way your breast bounce lightly

To be honest, for Taeil, you breast were like the perfect size

Like they were sculpted, like the greek goddesses

He hasn't realize that you're in front of him and he's beet red

"Hey Taeil, are you alright ?" You asked worriedly

"I think I'm in love" he says faintly

"What?" You asked

He broke out of his thoughts, and looks at you and starts stuttering

"Oh uh, I mean that, I think I'm in love with your fighting techniques?" He lies

You giggled

"Thank you," you said with a smile

"How did you do that, no one has ever beaten Johnny at wrestling" he asks in astonishment

"Oh, my father taught me some of his greatest martial art skills" you said

"That's amazing, I'd like to meet him one day" he says in excitement

Then, you looked down in sadness

"Actually, my father passed away when I was 8" you said sadly

Taeil felt guilty for asking that question

"Don't be, its alright" you said gently

"Oh oka-" before he finishes his sentence

How did you know he was feeling guilty

"How did you know that I felt guilty?" He asks supiciously To be continued

[ridiasfangirlings]

Fushimi tries to subtly flirt with Yata but it didn't work cause Yata is too dense. S4 saw the event and they were consoling him, giving him snacks, patting him on the back and encouraging him and he just tells them to stop and leave him alone. Meanwhile, the Homra guys saw it, too and they were all going "Yata you idiot." and kinda messing with him and stuff and he's so confused. Anna comes close to give him a headpat "You'd get someday, Misaki.". Yata's like "Why are you patting my head...?"

These poor, stupid babies. Imagine this like post-ROK, Fushimi's gotten a little more honest about his feelings and he knows he's in love with Yata but of course there's the worry about how Yata feels about him. Fushimi thinks maybe if he tests the waters and starts flirting a little more Yata will figure things out and if he responds positively then Fushimi can finally just come out with it and say that he's in love with Yata and has been since middle school. There's just two small problems with this plan: one, Fushimi can't flirt for shit, and two, Yata's too dense to notice anything less subtle than a smack to the head.

So every time they run into each other Fushimi tries to flirt and horribly fails at it, like his flirting sounds an awful lot like insults (and maybe it actually sounds a lot similar to when Fushimi used to taunt Yata even before they made up, because for Fushimi this sort of teasing is flirting). He's being a little more bold though, making more comments about Yata being a virgin and about getting pinned to walls and such, at one point he even gets Yata all kabedoned to the wall again. Yata meanwhile is just clueless, like he has no idea what's gotten into Saruhiko all of a sudden. Imagine they're out with some of the other Homra and S4 guys and everyone is watching them, literally everyone knows what's going on except Yata. At some point Fushimi's talking to Yata, a little sensual edge to his voice, and Yata in response makes a comment about no matter how much Fushimi teases him they're going to be friends forever.

Yata thought he was being nice and reassuring, so he's totally lost when Fushimi ends up stumbling back to the S4 guys who immediately rush to comfort him. Akiyama brings him some coffee and Doumyouji offers candy and ice cream, Hidaka's telling him that next time it'll work out he just needs to keep trying. Fushimi grumbles at them to leave him alone but they're all like 'we're in your corner, Fushimi-san! You can do this!'. Yata has no idea why Saruhiko's so upset all of a sudden and then just to make things even more confusing the Homra guys are looking at him with pity, like wow Yata you really haven't figured it out huh. Yata has no idea why everyone is picking on him today and Anna just reaches up and pats his head encouragingly, she's sure he'll figure it out someday. Yata's like can someone just tell me what's going on but they're all like this is one thing you need to figure out for yourself like an adult, Yata's all I don't know why but I'm starting to feel kinda pissed off at all of you.

[orange-waterfalls]

Say It Back(Part 1/2)

Host x gender neutral!reader

@thekillingjoke-haha ty for the request!

Part 2

A/N: BRO I FUCKIN LOVE THIS ONE. I was on a writer's block and then CAVETOWN MY LORD AND SAVIOR apparently made a song called "Sweet Tooth". I took a lil bit of inspiration from the chorus(hence, the title). You took inspiration from a song, so did I lol. It took me a bit to find the mood for the story, but once I found it I couldn't stop lol. So. Two-parter. Uh a bit of cursing, Rated T. Slight angst for a minute. The names I used are not people I actually know, they're from a random name generator website. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.0k

Requests are open!

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The Host stares at them from across the room.

Well… less ‘stares’ and more ‘keeps his head facing their general direction’. Even so.

They are beautiful. Even with the loss of his sight, he knew they were beautiful. On the inside, at least. He smiles in content as he hears their angelic laugh from across the room. Bing is making jokes again. The Host might’ve been jealous if he were a lesser man and if he weren’t so focused on how their happiness made him happy.

He doesn’t very much understand what he is experiencing. He’d seen movies, he’d read books, he’d listened to songs. He knows what love is. He knows it well.

What it feels like, however, was a completely different ballgame.

Host more focused on his work than on romance. Besides, he just doesn’t like people. He wanted to fall in love at times, but he just couldn’t.

Y/N on the other hand makes him… feel things. He’s not sure if it’s love, he just knows he really enjoys everything they do.

He doesn’t even care that they barely talk to him anymore.

Well… he cares, obviously, but…

You understand, don’t you? Good.

“Host? Hooost. Host!” A voice calls from his side. He hums in response. Bim rolls his eyes and leans back in his chair. “Have you been listening to me for the past ten minutes?”

“No,” Host answers flatly. Bim smiles when he looks over to where Host was facing.

"So you've finally realized you have a crush?" He teased. Host raises his eyebrows.

"Finally?"

"Oh, yeah. We’ve known this, Host, it's really obvious." Host furrows his eyebrows.

"We? What does Bim mean by ‘we’?" They hear footsteps and turn towards the front.

Y/N standing in front of the two, a small, awkward smile on their face.

"Hey," Y/N greets softly. The Host is frozen in place.

"Hey!" Bim says, a wicked grin on his face as he sees the effect on Host. "Didya need something?"

"Yeah, um… Bing told me to ask you where Wilford would be…"

"Oh, well I know nothing about Wilford. I don't think anyone does," Bim explained. “But Host here knows everything, so…” Host turned to Bim angrily. He turns back to Y/N when he hears them clear their throat.

“So, uh, Host?” They ask. Host has to keep himself from shivering at the sound of his name.

“Hm?”

“Where is Wilford?”

“W-Wilford is d-down th-the hall… uh, t-to th-the right f-from the b-bathroom…” Host stutters out, voice cracking once or twice. Y/N smiles and nods in thanks before remembering Host is, in fact, blind.

“Uh, thank you…” They laugh, embarrassed. Host tries to give a small smile. His face isn’t used to that yet, so he settles for a nod. They walk away, and he increasingly becomes more sad and more embarrassed as their footsteps fade away.

“Wow,” Bim laughs, “For a narrator, you can’t talk very well, can you?”

“That is not true, the Host can talk very well…” He pauses, “When he is not around Y/N…”

“Oh, so it’s just them, huh?”

“Yes, they very much affect Host and he isn’t quite sure he likes it…” Bim smiles at Host. “What is the problem with Bim Trimmer?”

“There’s no problem, Host, I’m just happy for you!”

“Why would Bim be happy that Host cannot speak correctly?”

“Because you’re in love, dumbass!” Host would have found the insult very… well… insulting if he hadn’t become distracted by the previous phrase.

‘Because you’re in love’. Was Host in love? He wasn’t sure what that felt like.

There was Serena Munoz in kindergarten. They dated for a couple days. She didn’t like how he read constantly, and decided to break up with him. Host wasn’t in love with Serena. He wasn’t even sure he had a crush on her. Maybe he dated her just because she asked. It didn’t affect him when they broke up.

Then there was Jesse Snow in the sixth grade. He was nice. Trumpet player in the band. They liked to read together in the library at lunch and after school. They recommended books to each other and even wrote a couple stories together. They sat next to each other in math and passed notes in cryptography so the teacher wouldn’t understand. They would, though. But Jesse was scared. Two boys dating in middle school? Not the best for his image. He probably got teased or called gay(which he was) and that’s why they broke up. He liked Jesse. He was sad when they stopped talking. But he didn’t think that was love. It was more of a ‘like’ than anything.

Then Asa Holmes in his senior year of highschool. They were really different. They had blue hair, but he could see the natural-brown in the roots. They wore a lot of black and spikes and chains. They listened to punk rock and heavy metal. Host liked the heavy metal more, so they listened to that more often. They did homework together at Asa’s house, and Asa would start dancing halfway through and it kind of annoyed Host, but he also found it endearing. Then they graduated and promised to keep in touch, but Asa just… couldn’t. Host understood, and they stopped. He was disappointed, but he wasn’t in love with them.

Is this what love feels like? Is it a weird feeling in your stomach when you look at this one person? Is it your heart racing when you see them laugh? Is it hyperventilating when they come over to talk to you? Is that what love is?

Oh.

Oh no.

Host is in love.

Y/N had managed to weasel their way into the dark and lonely place in his soul and fill it with hope and joy and love.

And, oh, how he absolutely loves you.

And what the hell is he supposed to do about that?

--

“Uh, Host?” Bim calls after 20 minutes of silence from the writer. “Are uh… are you okay?”

“No,” Host answers instantly.

“Uh… why not?”

“Because… Host is in love…” Bim is quiet for a second and Host worries he’s gone Deaf as well. But Bim lets out a loud laugh that startles Host.

“Bing! Get your ass over here, you owe me $30!” Bim yells. Bing groans and drags his feet over to them, mumbling as he takes the money out of his wallet. Host begins to zone out, all the noise around him fading into nothing.

Host was… in love. What was he to do? Tell Y/N? No… he couldn’t. They might hate him. They might think he’s awful. They might stop being around him completely. He couldn’t handle that.

So, what was he to do?

“So, what’re you gonna do?” Bim asks, as if reading Hosts mind. “You’ve got to tell them of course.”

“No.”

“No?” Bim scoffs, “Wha do you mean, ‘no’? You have to tell them, Host!”

“Hos does not have to do anything. Host is content with watching from afar.” Host explains. There’s a pause.

“That’s goddamn creepy, Host,” Bim states. Host frowns. It is a bit creepy.

“Host cannot tell them,” He whispers. Bim, finally seeming to understand, sighs and leans forward.

“Look, Host, I know you’re scared. I know this is unfamiliar territory for you, but…” Bim starts. Host leans a bit towards him, wanting to hear what he has to say. He may treat the man like he’s annoying, but ultimately, Host cares about his opinion. Bim sighs again.

“If you don’t tell them, you’re going to regret it. Trust me I know…” Bim pauses, and Host begins wondering who hurt him. “But, these are your feelings, Host! You can’t keep them bottled up inside you forever. It’s unhealthy. You need to tell them and if they like you back, great! If they don’t, that’s too bad, watch ‘Dirty Dancing’ on repeat and eat a tub of ice cream like the rest of us.” Host tilts his head a bit.

“Host cannot exactly watch--”

“Oh, you know what I meant, smartass!” Bim laughs and Host smiles. He does know what Bim meant, and he undrstands. He just needs to say it. How would he say it?

‘Hi. I like you. Say it back.’

That’s a bit too forward.

But forward is what Host does. It’s who he is, he can’t change that.

He’ll just say that to them when they come back.

Y/N walks back into the room where Bim and Host are. They’re wearing different shoes, he can tell. Are they wearing different clothes as well? Why would they be?

Wait…

“Wow, hey Y/N! Who you dressing all nice for?” Illinois says from somewhere else in the room. Host is pale. He doesn’t want to know.

“Well,” Y/N chuckles, “I’m glad you asked!”

No.

No, no, no.

“I’m actually going out for lunch.”

“Really? With who?”

Stop.

Stop!

“It’s ‘whom’.”

“Fuck you, Google. Y/N, spill.”

Don’t.

Please, don’t.

“I’m going out on a date!” They finally finish. The room is completely silent. Not that Host would hear anything with the ringing in his ears.

He felt bad. He felt so bad. He hated this… feeling. He was so upset.

“Well, don’t all talk at once…” Y/N jokes awkwardly. Bim finally decides to take pity on them.

“Wow! Didn’t know you had it in you!” He teased. “Congrats!” The other egos joined in in a chorus of congradulatory phrases. Host was silent.

“Well, I better go. Wish me luck!” They said, practically bouncing out the door. Everyone said goodbye to them, and the door finally closed. Host could feel everyone’s eyes on him. They all knew. The all knew. And he didn’t until he was too late to do anything.

Typical of him.

“Host…” Bim starts. Before he can say anything else, Host shoots up and makes a beeline for the bathroom. No one calls after him, no one tries to stop him, no one does anything, He is grateful for that. He just wants to sit and wallow, and that’s exactly what he plans to do.

--

Host heard a soft knock on the door.

“Host?” Bim asks quietly. “Host, it’s Bim. Are you okay?”

“No,” Host whispers. “Host is not okay. Why would Host be okay?”

“Well, uh… you’ve just… been in there a while. I figured you’d have gotten a bit better…”

“Host has not.”

“Oh…”

Silence for a moment, and Host thinks Bim will leave. No matter how much he may try to seem cold, he does enjoy the man’s company.

“Don’t worry. I’m still here.”

Host lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Bim?” He hears the other man shift so he is sitting out side the bathroom door.

“Yeah, Host?”

“Do you think Host is worthy of love?”

“Yes.” Bim said immediately. Host waited for an explanation. He got none. He supposed that’s just how it works. Sometimes you don’t get an explanation.

“Bim?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think that Y/N could be in love with Host?”

“I think… you shouldn’t bet on it.” Host’s shoulders fall. “But, I also think that there is a possibility and you should tell them soon before they fall in love with someone else.” Host brought his head up. Bim was right.

Y/N was going on a date. Presumably, their first date with this person. Dates are used to figure out if someone is in love, or gives an oppurtunity for someone to fall in love. There was still time. He still has time.

Host swings the bathroom door open and Bim hits his head on the floor.

“Ow! Dammit, Host!” He cursed. Host couldn’t feel bad. Not now.

“Host needs help.”

“With what?” Host turns towards Bim, who pulled himself to his feet.

“With getting Y/N to fall in love with me.” Host heard nothing for a second. Then, a chuckle from the gameshow host.

“Alright,” He sighs, “What do you wanna do?”