#throw out all the edgy high school students and I'm in

[cochidinh]

The illness hit my brain again and I will ramble about why I like the Ota tribe. Again. Yes. Again.

I mean, look

Soooooooo badass, right?!

The 5 characters in the photo come from Ota City, where polluted by industry, and has become a slum filled with crime. That's why they are Ota Tribe.

When they first appeared in the anime, I didn't even see the art above, what I saw was a group of people wrapped in robes and looking like beggars asking for money. When Haru (one of the main characters) gave them a piece of candy, it was enough to make them happy and I was like "Aww they do look a bit weird but it's cute somehow"

no shit. they fucking blew up the mansion after taking the gold with them. But still...cute? (sorry the mansion owner, you have too many girls with you, I'm jealous). In short, that's enough for me to have a basic opinion about these characters.

They steal, but they are also not picky with what they get. They are chaotic, but they have their own rule.

I look at the cast of characters in the anime and it's funny, not counting the NPCs that look like they're copied and pasted, the main cast is like this

I swear the air and water in Ota are polluted from the dye factory or something that's giving them that edgy emo make-up aesthetic look (Oh don't worry Saigo you look great, and Yukigaya you look adorable)

I looked at this team and the only thing that popped into my head was that they were all picked up from the trash can and taken to a garbage dump (effortlessly) by Sonoda.

Sonoda is the ermmm pretty boy with the mask in the center. Yeah I know he looks normal and you can find a bunch of white-haired anime guys like him or whatever. That's right, why are you wearing a shirt, tie and bow-tie shoes in this city? Are you a lost high school student or are you trying to look more mature with that style? (It's suit you <3) and I still love this photo of you.

Even though he's an asshole, I have to admit that his looks are so deceiving. His eyes are very sad, he drags out the last syllable, he apologizes when people tell him he's not allowed to do that (still does), and he likes to bring food home to share with everyone ( even though it contains explosives). He beats and kills people because he likes it, oh what an atrocity. Best boy ever. We should throw him down the drain.

He already lives in such a stinky place? whoops

Haneda Kiyoshiro. yeah that baby face boy. yeah. He is obsessed with his leader. In a best-worst way that makes you back and forth between "he has a crush on Sonoda" and "He wants to crush Sonoda". It's very complicated but I wrote a fic on ao3 about him so you can check it out-

anw I was a bit surprised because I thought they had dumb luck when it came to making this and that machine but honestly, they're pretty good, aren't they? Especially Haneda's birthday fact, he used paper to write down and analyze Sonoda's behavior. I thought that the Ota tribe was completely illiterate, they couldn't read and never had a book or something ToT (It's all because the battle with Minato was so impressive)

Yukigaya, girl, so cute I want to adopt her. She's always hungry and eats cakes all the time, but she's still 44kg?? girl u okay???

Asahikawa, the joker gremlin. He is. everything. I'm sorry for calling you joker. You are funny, always happy and smiling but your taste in music is...urg...

Saigo. Everyone needs a big man in their team. He looks the most normal but I don't know? He is on good terms with all the members. But is there really a normal person in Ota?

[gumballavocadoharry]

A poison pen letter; Jack chambers:

Bradley Nickles sleepover party. The boy was only a couple years older than Roger, but yet his parties were some of the most memorably, edgy ones of the same categorizes that high schoolers and college students throw. The special recipe to that?

No supervision whatsoever.

His parents were too busy to simply notice- or care- what Bradley was up to, and despite ending up in the hospital for a deranged dare from one of his friends, his parents just flew down only to say indifferently to "Not play so rough."

Of course, Jack and Alice have never heard such a youngster like that from their children, mostly because they'd flip their lid if even the thought of one their children would be around such an amoral sway of guidance. But, Roger nonetheless didn't seem to care that much about examining the recalcitrant side of Bradley Nickles. All he wanted in that moment from the minute he heard about from school was to go to that party.

"Roger, you've gotta come! Bradley's parties have everything and you hear all the school gossip without all the fluff thrown in it. It's always the real deal when you hear something from Bradley."

"Gee Alex, that sounds awesome.....but I know my parents would never let me. They have this kick about adults playing this important role in parties and such....it really brings everything down. And besides, once they find out what Bradley's about, they'll nark him as a bad influence."

Alex hung his head, pinching his lips. "Sneak out?" Roger's eyes widened. I mean sure he's thought of the idea, but never fully had the courage to go through with it. "I don't know.....maybe," The wheels were turning more aggressively as Roger questioned his strategies for the things he wanted.

"Think about it. After all, Bradley did mention you and....he says your pretty cool." That made Roger's pride do a cartwheel. Bradley Nickles thinks I'm cool? Roger couldn't have been more galvanized at this electrifying news.

So much so, that it had struck 5 in the evening while Roger was still walking home. The little doo-wop tune in his head played like a radio as he danced quietly with a pep in his step. "Roger Chester Chambers! Where have you been? It's been 2 hours since you were supposed to be home from school."

His father's 'greeting' ricocheted Roger from his internal radio station. "Oh, sorry about that Dad, I was talking with a friend about a party this boy at school is having." Jack's furrowed eyebrows turned to one of concern.

"A party? What type?" "Sleepover." Jack nodded slowly. Susan's head perked from the kitchen bar where she had been studying for an upcoming test. "You mean Bradley Nickles? He's this popular kid in the middle school across the way and he has these blowout sleepover parties that his parents completely abandon for their date nights or something like that."

Roger shot Susan a glare that was mixed of astonishment for 'keeping up with the Jones's' type awareness at school and exasperation for spilling the beans on what Roger could only hope to be an attempt to get into one of the coolest parties he's ever been to. "Oh really?" Jack questioned, eyes glancing back and forth between Roger and Susan.

"Yep, last year the police was called because of some crazy dare he did from jumping off the roof of his house blindfolded."

"Why don't you finish you're books in a less annoying spot Susan?" Roger hissed in a irksome tone. Jack shot his glance back to Roger. "S'not nice," He turned back to Susan, "Thank you honey."

"Now as for you young man, if that's the party you're talking about, it's off limits period."

"But dad, this would be my big chance to be considered accreditation for being one of the best pranksters in elementary. No one takes me seriously because to them, I'm just some eight year old kid who doesn't belong with the 'mature' members of pranking society," Jack lifted his left brow in confusion, "I know it's a lot to understand, but trust me....this is huge for me."

"Roger, even if there nothing wrong with this boy, I still don't know him or his parents and neither does your mother." The thought of the very attendance of Roger being at a party like that sent a shudder down Jack's spine. Looking into those big green eyes were of the same babyish ones Roger once blinked lust into the eyes of his father.

Even Jack understood that through his own looking glass, he still saw the little two year old, sucking his thumb; diaper sticking out from his little pants and the plushy teddy bear in the crook of his arm asking for permission to attend this minacious sleepover. Those pangs of his heart is what moved him to no, because he had to.

"I'm sorry Roger but you're not going. That's final." But it wasn't. At least that's what the scowl that slithered onto Roger's face said. "It's not fair! Okay so maybe he is a little on the wild side, but it doesn't make him a bad person! You always treat me like a baby and never Susan!"

Jack sighed. "Roger, I do not treat you like a baby. But this party just isn't a good one for many reasons: there's no supervision of any kind, Bradley does harmful things and the boys who go there don't use good judgement.....god forbid something should happen to them and the police shows up."

Susan sensed trouble, like a gazelle sensing the sneering grasps of a preying lion and makes a mad dash to her bedroom before things get ugly. Roger and Jack, both having similar personalities with their rocket extroverted identities, and also a lion's growl perfervid blazing temper when provoked. Now father and son were both going at it; fangs now fully uprooted from their mouths. A piercing growl and roar can be heard heard miles apart from them.

The only difference being: Jack's was a protective one, fighting to protect his young cub from any marred perception's of what Roger was thinking to be cool. And Roger's being one of defiance, fighting for his right to party, despite to callous carelessness of virulent outing.

"Roger, I am your father! I'm only trying to protect you!" Jack's roar was booming, "I get that dad, but this party is not super harmful! You're just being overprotective!"

It went back and forth like this until the pot finally boiled over. "Roger, you go upstairs to your room right now!" Roger stormed upstairs before slamming the door. Plopping down on his bed, stomach first. "He's so unfair.....nothing's going to happen to me." The brunette boy sulked sullenly on his bed, legs crossed Indian style and fist poaching his cheeks upward, smooshing his face.

The first arbitrary thought that ran through his mind was to write a poison pen letter to Jack and then crumble it all up once he was finished voicing his bitter woes about his father. So, Roger took a seat at his dark maple desk and snagged the first piece of paper from his notebook and started jotting down all the; 'I hate about you's' that concerned Jack.

Once finished, even Roger had to admit the intense austerity and acerbity that laced the taboo letter. It gave a true meaning to poison in a poison pen letter. Roger then sealed it and threw in his garbage can. The crushing weight that was upon him now dangled like a thread off a toy.

For most of the night, he had forgotten about Bradley and took more pleasure in playing samurai with himself instead. In terms of throwing his "own" sleepover.

But it was the gentle knock on his bedroom door that took his attention away from his own shenanigans. Roger opened it to a Jack who had a bowl of ice cream with mountains of chocolate syrup drizzled on top of it. He couldn't hide his perplexed look.

"Rog.....I just wanted to apologize for losing my temper. That was an uncalled for reaction and I'm so sorry," Roger blinked and then cleared his throat, "I-I'm sorry too dad. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that either.....I guess I kinda lost control myself too huh?"

Jack re-framed from nodding. Instead he handed Roger his ice cream and allowed him to set it down before hugging him. "Let's promise each other to stay calm whenever there's a disagreement," Jack rubbed the hair on the back of Roger's hair gently.

"Okay, considered it promised." Jack sent a giggle to Roger. "Night champ." He kissed Roger's head before walking over to Susan's bedroom. The guilt had now seeded itself inside of Roger. The rashness of his actions were now to catch up if Jack were to ever find that atrocious letter.

To add insult to injury, the next morning upon waking up, it was broadcasted that Bradley and the boys from his party were all taken down to the police station that night when they shot fireworks into someone's lawn. The boys were awaiting legal punishment without the consent of their parents. Jack being among the first to hear this, made a beeline to Roger's bedroom.

He sat respectfully down on the boy's bed, looking keenly into his twins matching grassy globes. "I knew Bradley was a very bad influence. I'm guessing you heard what happened?" Roger nodded, looking down. "One of them was Alex.....he's one of my closest friends," Jack rubbed Roger's back, "I know. So I'm sure Alex knows he needs to be careful with who his friends are now. Things like this happen, and now who does he have?"

Roger bit his lip, uncomfortable with the answer. He gaze never left his blue covers. "Well, I hope he's alright....but as for you, I love you very much Roger, and I only want what's best for you. And that's never changed." Jack placed a hand on Roger's cheek.

Roger sniffled. "You're right, I guess I dodged a bullet this time," Jack smiled before turning serious again, "Bradley....." Jack sighed, "Bradley doesn't really care about you or really any of the other boys. He's just lonely, and he wants to take as many boys as he can down with him because his parents or anyone for that matter don't truly care about him,"

Roger gulped back his deferential words. He wanted to prove submissive to the lesson Jack wanted to teach him. "But I think you're cool, and so does you mom and Susan." Jack continued with a ardent voice. The guilt was striking Roger in face like a player striking his baseball across the field. The final strike was: "You're my special little guy. Forever and ever." With a sentimental kiss on his cheek as well.

The sweet smell of chocolate chip pancakes overwhelmed the entire downstairs. The homey aroma floated through the upstairs and injected itself into Roger's nostrils. "Kids, breakfast is ready!" Alice called from the bottom of the stairs. Roger and Susan both galloped out of their rooms to the lead of their growling tummies.

Jack was already at the table; newspaper in his face, coffee by his reach. "Smells good hon," Jack would never be one to pass up a compliment to his wife and her cooking. "Thank you Jack."

The toothsome taste of the pancakes, completely erased Roger's mind of the poison pen letter he had written; it was still sitting neatly on the tippy top of his trash can. School went by briskly and Roger's mind was already in a more playful state as he and Susan were playing 'cat and dog' in their backyard after school.

Until the tautness finally took its toll around the evening.

Jack whistled happily to a little melody he painted on the spot. As a good deed, he gathered the trash around the house. "Oops," He said, bending down to pick up a piece of paper from Roger's bin that had fallen out. But his eyes scanned over his name: Dad. At least his paternal title.

Against the nagging gibe of unsatisfactorily peering him over to the edge, he still opened the note. Jack's mouth became dry at all the rancorous, brutish sentences written with such clarity and multiplex. Feelings of severe anguish overcame him: Heartbreak, furiousness, insecurity and dubiety took its rings around him. Jack's hand shook and shivered like he had been stabbed in the gut without mercy.

Instead, he bit his lip, saved the letter and carried on with the chores. Roger noticed a slight change in his father's naturally fizzy personality. The man now had this gloomy shadow of betrayal lingering around him like a shadow on a sunny day. His answers were short and faded and his genial expression was now one of tetchy one.

After dinner, Jack sat in the bedroom feeling sorry for himself just staring at the floor mindlessly. "Jack, what's wrong?" Alice asked. Jack looked with dejected puppy dog eyes at his wife. "Look," He said, showing her the abhorrent letter his own son had written about him. "I found it while emptying the trash."

Alice's eyebrows furrowed the more she read it. Her mouth opened a agape a little in anger. "I'll go talk to him, this is unacceptable."

Jack sniffled. "He hates me.....this is because I wouldn't let him go the Bradley Nickles sleepover. I guess he was more angry then he let on." Alice sat next to Jack. "You did the right thing." Alice kissed Jack's cheek before getting up to confront Roger.

"Roger Chester Chambers! You come upstairs right now!" Roger trollied up the stairs with a perplexed look. Alice had the letter in her hand and instantly Roger's face sunk. "How did you-"

"Never you mind where he got it.....it wasn't nice Roger." Alice's voice softened. Roget bit the side of his lip in shame. "He got it? You mean you?" Alice shook her head. "When he was taking out the trash....Roger....you owe your father an apology. He loves you very, very much......he takes care of you and Susan and he does so much for you. Even when you get angry with him, you still can't write things like this.....that's unacceptable."

Roger looked down. "After all, when he gets angry, you never hear him say anything mean about you right?" Roger nodded. "He's your father.....and for that you owe him your respect."

That really sunk in. "Where is he?" Alice motioned to their bedroom. Roger walked in, quiet as a mouse. He carefully sat down next to Jack. "I'm sorry daddy......I should never have wrote those things about you.....I was just angry but that's no excuse. I'm really, really sorry and I appreciate everything you do."

Roger hugged Jack tightly, anticipating if Jack would accept the hug. "It's okay Roger.....but just....why? Why write something like that?" Roger shrugged, still in Jack's arms. "I don't know.....it was the heat of the moment and I remember thinking about how I was so angry, that I would just do the first thing that came to mind and that's when I wrote that poison pen letter.......I'm sorry."

Jack hugged Roger tighter. "It's okay Roger.....I love you very much......never forget that."

Roger smiled, "I won't....for as long as I live."

Roger was happy Jack was no longer bleeding love and Jack was happy Roger finally saw the error of his ways. The reconcile only proved that love would always win at the end of the day.

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

yknow it's funny how people perceive you and how you (or personality tests lmao) perceive yourself/you. like last week at my cadetship grad, the manager of it said in her blurb about me, that I was "naturally shy and quiet, but she came out of her shell, eventually"... some of the people in the group around this time last year found out that if you load me up on wine and shots, that im super loud, kinda obnoxious, and wild... and kept trying to drag me back out on town in sydney.... and to also say "im the sexiest bitch here!!!!" even to their families lmao... someone in the course even called me "charismatic" in feedback, and it stayed with me for the rest of the program.

from years 7-10 (early to mid high school in 2008-2011), I was known for being all edgy, wild "not giving a fuck what people think about you" and "marching to your own drum", weird, loud, funny..... you get the picture.... at the catholic school I was at.

back then, i was NEVER deemed as quiet or "shy" or "introverted" or "keeps to herself" etc etc.... actually, by year 10, when lame buzzfeed and other personality quiz sites started to spit out that I was introverted and gave me other readings that weren't extroverted (eg. I remember doing one about "what aussie animal are you???" and it gave me koala (extremely introverted, shy, and sleepy) instead of kookaburra or cockatoo (which were both extreme examples of extroversion))..... I got SO FUCKING ANGRY that those quizzes were basically calling me a killjoy and boring, bc I was a koala who was the above listed characteristics. like hell, my drama class kept telling me to pursue comedy or do stand up (im not that funny tbh, in hindsight) bc I was just so talkative, loud and such a show off jackass that.... yeah, I might as well be a stand-up comic, throw it at me.

but then, when I moved schools in 2012 to public school, I played the precocious, diligent, modest/placid (except for my group), and timid former catholic school girl they thought I was (but really wasn't- we all know how) so well for my teachers.... that I basically got asked frequently by my bio teacher before I went to tafe every second thursday, "I really can't see how you EVER excelled in drama, when you're so flighty and nervous???? what were your marks like??? you never talk in this class or get up and address the school, like a drama kid would..... what do you mean you were nearly a straight A student in drama??? what on earth??? again, you're so introverted and thoughtful here at *insert the schools name here* that you possibly couldn't excel in that subject????"

like mr garrel, pls consider that I HATE biology and resent this line of questioning very much. also, NEVER say any of that to my drama teacher, I'm sure he'd fight you at this point. moreover, consider that drama isn't in the subject selection for my year. plus, y'all need funding for new drama room equipment, so that's why I'm quiet. and finally, I've learnt that being the loud show-off, weird, "you march to your own drum" girl for the ENTIRE year group for the first 4 years of high school, was much too tiring.... so now I just limit it to my friend group only.

now, back in the present day.... yesterday, I did a chatbot interview for kmart. where after I answered the 5 questions of it, it emailed me the "personality insights" from my answers. one of the insights basically said that, "you have no problem being the centre of attention, and you generally gravitate towards people who have the same energy as you. but have you ever considered piping the fuck down??? bc this may scare people, bc you seem not to let them voice their opinions. learn to sit and listen to others more often and dim your natural Loud Personality™️. "

like, I guess it's "I contain multitudes" and everything else, where you turn on different parts of your personality for different situations. like at work last year, I very much wanted to be left alone to do my fucking assessments.... and eventually, wanted to get out into the field to do home visits (inspections) and shit for my assessments.... but the place I worked at deemed me "too shy" for fieldwork, and just stuck me on back office phones for the entire rest of my cadetship.

but throw me into the cadetship group, and everyone always made me the leader of group projects or activities with powerpoints (when quite a few of them already knew how to use powerpoint, but they didn't want to do it.... so they just passed it onto me and called me the "powerpoint whiz")... and obvs the one night where a few of them got me wasted and met Loud Ilona™️ , that I started this post with.

and I know work is NOT the place to be my super extroverted performer self, so I'll get quiet and mousy in the back... and most esp in the trainee/cadet position I was in.... bc that's how I learn most of the time. by being quiet and thoughtful and methodical (while also being impulsive).... which that place (and also the kmart test picked this up through "you're easily distracted and that ruins productivity. pls consider staying on task and caring about productivity levels") really didn't want me to be.

anyway, yeah. it's something I'll always be wary about, how my personality presents itself to different people.... and also what mood I'm in when I do personality tests or job interviews. also the

[fangmich]

stupid mecha anime with its stupid designs and beautiful voice actors getting me to watch stupid mecha anime again

I hate it!!

[volturialice]

what is alice's style/aesthetic for you?

oooh good question, anon! can you believe I have never discussed this ever before here in my entire career at volturialice industries

possibly because I'm pretty clueless when it comes to fashion I pretty much dress like a post- plane crash yellowjackets character

so although this question would probably be best answered via images, I'm just gonna use my Words like a loser

I've seen a lot of takes on how alice would dress, ranging from "yes good I agree" to "is it crack? is that what you smoke, do you smoke crack?" but lemme discuss some Fashion Factors first.

#1) Midnight Sun garbage - let's be honest, the passage in MS about how alice (and all the cullens) only wear long sleeved turtlenecks in beige and khaki in order to "blend in" is fucking hilarious. can you think of a better way to look like a freakish fundie cult?? @ smeyer your middle-aged mormon is showing and I'm embarrassed for you

#2) actually fitting in - if the cullen kids were actually concerned with blending in with their human peers, they'd dress like actual american high school students—ie, mostly-casual fast fashion in youthful styles that are trendy but not too trendy. if you go by the 2000s trends of when the books/films are set, alice and rosalie should be dressing in henleys and layered hollister tanks like jessica stanley. they should not be wearing the chanel boots.

at least, not to school.

but, as characterized via their actions rather than lip service, the cullens are not actually making anything more than a token effort to blend in, so I'm throwing that factor out the window.

#3) this fandom has latched WAY too hard onto the word "pixie" and they're flat-out Wrong - if I had a nickel for every time I heard fanon describe alice as a "manic pixie dream girl," I would be rich enough to buy 10 yellow porsches. instead, I only have psychic damage. that's not what "manic pixie dream girl" means!! nor is it what smeyer meant by "pixie-like!" she just meant "really fucking petite," y'all (and maybe "energetic.") alice is way way wayyyy too conventional to be an MPDG, both in style and attitude. that's also not even slightly the role she plays in the story, but I digress. it's one of my pet peeves do not come around here with that nonsense

my actual thoughts

if you were a fashion-obsessed superpowered centenarian immortal permanently frozen as a 4'10" “pixie-like” teenage girl, how would you dress? in cutesy “fairycore” that made you look like a child playing dress-up? somehow I doubt it.

I know I would dress to counteract that. pick styles that made me look taller, more mature and worldly, kind of edgy and sleek and bold. I see alice’s style as being very feminine, but not very organic. the few times her outfits get described in the books (“a black satin dress with geometric cutouts” to prom and “a sequined tank top and red leather pants” to the grad party), they’re daring and revealing, especially by smeyer standards. she’s the one who packs bella edgy honeymoon lingerie, so clearly she’s got some expertise in that area, too. I also think she’s less about trends—how many of those has she lived through? and more about experimentation.

so if she doesn’t dress like a mormon cultist, or an indie manic pixie dream girl, or an actual 2000s human teen, who does she dress like?

hear me out: alice dresses like she goes to Euphoria High School. maddy perez toned down with a dash of cher horowitz preppiness on occasion. of course, unlike Euphoria High School, Forks High probably has an actual dress code, so she’d have to work within that, at least on weekdays. but I think she’s up to the challenge.

I also think alice dresses very strategically, depending on her visions and personal agenda. like, I have this one dress that makes me look like I’ve never done anything wrong ever in my life, and this one pair of boots that make me look like I just did bath salts and burned down an orphanage, and I deploy them depending on how I wanna be Perceived on a given day. so in alice’s case, she’s choosing outfits with an eye toward what she knows she’ll be up to later, and that’s gonna determine stuff like how much she blends in vs stands out, whether she’s trying to look young and innocent or mature and authoritative or dazzlingly seductive, etc.

anyway, I’m sure I’m not the only one with Opinions about this! if you guys have specific aesthetics or inspo or whatever that gives off alice vibes, drop it below or just like, show me whenever. I’m always interested in how other people see her!

[heyftinally]

I feel like we've falled into a dangerous trend in the last several years of equating being a minor with being completely innocent of all wrongdoing.

Too often I hear people say "oh they're just dumb kids trying to be edgy, they'll grow out of it", or even worse I see a significant number of young people try to pull "I'm only 14/15/16/etc".

Age is not an excuse for bigotry.

"They're just kids" is for toddlers who are learning not to throw a block at you when they're angry, not for a high school student spouting bigotry. If you're old enough to think you should be watching Andrew Tate, you're old enough to use the brain that you were born with and realize that there is NEVER an acceptable reason to treat ANYONE the was that pathetic excuse for a manchild treats others. And you're old enough to face consequences for your actions.

We as a society really need to stop coddling teenagers when they say bigoted things like this. They aren't babies, they're one step away from being adults, and should be treated as such. That includes warnings followed by swift and deliberate consequences.

im so tired of the "we shouldnt criticize andrew tate fans, they're kids they don't know any better 🥺" and framing these boys as victims meanwhile those boys are being misogynistic bullies to the girls in their classes.

boys are coddled and treated like their beliefs and actions are harmless meanwhile girls' suffering is ignored. sure the boys are "just kids" but so are the girls.

imagine being a girl trying to learn in this sort of environment.

teenage boys are engaging in abusive behavior towards their girlfriends that they learned from andrew tate and your primary concern is the left doesn't coddle men and boys in this discussion about misogyny?

framing all andrew tate supporters as "young boys who don't know any better" ignores the support he has among adult men. in the UK, 26% of men aged 18-29 and 28% of men aged 30-39 agree with his opinions on women.

looking beyond andrew tate specifically, young men are more likely to feel threatened by feminism than older men. 50% of gen z men believe that feminism has gone 'too far'. there is an epidemic of misogyny among boys and young men.

[jzixuans]

Hey, I've been feeling down recently and was wondering if you had any Logince headcannons. Platonic or romantic work, whichever you feel more comfortable with. Sorry if I'm bothering you.

aw lad don’t worry about bothering me i’m glad to share some headcanons ! i hope you feel better soon!

now, might i interest you in some childhood friends-to-enemies-to-friends-to-lovers logince? [PREPARE FOR A LONG ASS BULLET FIC I’M SO SORRY (google docs says it’s 4.2k words oh my god)]

they’ve known each other since the first grade because oh my god they were neighbours

they were the kind of childhood friends that were aware of each other’s presence and they hung out a little on the playground and worked on group projects but they didn’t really click

there WERE occasions tho where their parents would sit them down together for play dates bc one or more of said parents were Occupied with Important Adult Stuff

and since this was way back when they were wee lil smols, they were hyperactive lil children

so they played lots of adventure games, lots of role-playing, play fighting, that kind of stuff (twas often the dashing daring prince accompanied by his wise magickal advisor)

okay, so maybe they did click, but only a little (so they say)

they liked most of the same stuff, reading, learning, doing stuff with all that knowledge in those big brains of theirs, and that was pretty much the base of their close-but-not-that-close-friendship

and then they got older, and as all kids do, they started prioritizing different things

logan still loved learning and applying that knowledge, but it was more of a ‘learn and apply what knowledge can make you really successful’ and that was how he found his love of science

for roman, it was more of a ‘take what you’ve learned and use it to create your own path to success’ because he planned to go into music and theatre

as a result of this, both boys were exceptional students, except logan cared maybe a little too much about the academics and roman not enough

as the years went by, logan threw himself into studying, making schedules and routines so that he could make sure he knows what he needs to know and maybe a little bit more on the side, who cares if he lost an hour of two of sleep?

roman just learned to go with the flow, so he took everything in stride, took in what he needed, left the rest, and focused on his art instead, even if he’s started to grow an unhealthy apathy to school

and maybe logan falls just short of perfect on his tests, and he looks over and roman has glowing one hundreds in red ink on his

logan looks back down at his and the teacher has written ‘Think outside the box!’

meanwhile logan answers every question in class with scary accuracy, beaming with pride whenever the teacher praises him, and after school that same day roman gets pulled aside with an ‘I know you’re smart, so why don’t you want to put in the work?’

of course logan’s parents wonder why his grades don’t match his progress work, and roman’s parents wonder how he can spend all his time singing and dancing and still come out with high nineties (“is he cheating?”)

and the two have been drifting apart enough as it was, but now they kind of hate each other because ‘why can’t i just be more like him?’

logan starts hating roman because ‘he doesn’t even CARE, how is he doing better than me?’ (part of him misses the days when roman cared so much about anything and everything)

roman starts hating logan because ‘he’s so stiff and condescending, why can’t he just be happy for me?’ (and part of him misses when logan would so willingly stand by his side as his faithful warlock advisor)

so naturally, competition just kind of,,,, grows between them, until they’re constantly at each other’s throats and everyone else watching the shitshow go down has absolutely no idea where the hell all this animosity came from

at this point logan has a new friend in virgil fray and roman has befriended patton hart (virgil and patton know not to bring up the boys’ ‘rivalry’)

of course, being neighbours, they can’t exactly escape each other, and their rooms are adjacent to each other’s (they used to just lean out their windows and talk side by side, but they haven’t in yEARS)

so it’s nearing summer, and it’s hot out so roman’s working on his homework with the window open when he hears this cry of frustration, the angry pushing back of a chair, and the throwing open of the door

his first thought is one of smug satisfaction knowing that logan is dealing with school worse than he is, but then a flash of black catches his eye underneath his window

he makes it to the window just in time to see logan hop the fence in his backyard, and that only means one thing: he’s going to the old park behind their houses

neither of them have touched that park in ages

roman is Intrigued™, so he caps his pen, turns off his lamp and tells his parents he’s going for a walk before dashing out the back door

when he gets to the park, logan’s somehow managed to climb on top of the roof of the play structure

and roman ain’t slick so he just stands at the bottom and yells up to him

and logan is Lost In Thought so he nearly falls off (lbr roman thought it was funny)

“what are you doing here?”

“well excuse me, suck-rates, i happened to notice that you weren’t doing too hot and wanted to see if you were okay.”

“like you’ve ever cared.”

“woah there, is blink 180-ew rubbing off on you?” 

“lay off of him.”

“alright, alright, fine. forgive me for checking in on you.”

“you have a horrible way of showing people that you care, then.”

“well you have a horrible way of being a good friend.”

it just kind of,,,, slipped out, and now both boys are Oh Shit

but both boys are also not the type to back down from their feelings so they kind of have the Silent Stare-Off of Stubborness

roman decides to be the bigger person (bc any chance to one-up logan) and cave first 

“so uh, what’s been bothering you?” (psh you thought he was gonna apologize first? not yet fam)

logan rolls his eyes bc this asshole amirite, but he wants to vent and this is probably his best opportunity to tell roman what’s really been bugging him

“i don’t know how you manage to do it.” 

“do what?”

“do so well in school! you don’t even try!” and damn dude that one stings because he sounds exactly like his parents and every other teacher

“so you’re angry because you’re jealous that i’m better than you at everything.”

“that’s not what i meant and you know it.”

“i’ll have you know that i do try.”

“but you don’t care.”

“about school.”

“what?”

“i mean yeah, sure, i don’t care about school that much because i don’t really need it to go into music or theatre, but i still do my work.”

“but―”

“don’t you dare say anything about my grades because you know damn well that you’re smarter than me.”

“am not―”

“besides, weren’t you the one that told me in the fifth grade that ‘grades don’t mean shit’? my my, what a foul mouth for ten-year-old logan crane.”

“shut up.”

“nah.”

and by now logan’s decided that roman’s probably not going to rip his head off so he climbs down to stand beside him

and maybe the sun is setting bc i’m a classy romantic

and they’re having a Soft Quiet Moment

“…please don’t tell me that school was the only reason why u hated me.”

“… why did you hate me?” smh lo you’ve got to stop deflecting

“…”

“are you kidding me.”

“YOU STARTED IT”

“what no you did shut up”

and wOw now it’s awkward so 

“oh would you look at that, it’s getting late, my parents are gonna think that i’m slacking again, better go. good talk let’s do this again sometime okay byee” and whoop roman just zooms off

and logan realizes that maybe roman’s life isn’t as perfect as he makes it out to be

but too late roman’s gone and he doesn’t want to look like he’s following him so he waits a good half hour before trekking back home

logan doesn’t finish his homework that night because he’s too busy rethinking the past many many years

the next day, he’s frantically trying to cram his work in during his lunch period

virgil takes one look at him and he says “dude, are you okay?”

“no”

“cool, let me know if i can do anything to help.” and maybe it’s a cold answer but logan and virgil are cold edgy people so that’s just how they do

after like twenty minutes virgil takes out his earbuds like “you haven’t complained or sent one angry glare in roman’s direction what the fuck is up kyle”

“i’m just…. stressed.”

virgil, externally: “yeah of course i feel u dude.”

virgil, internally: “i’ve seen you start a project at 3am the morning it was due without breaking a sweat but go off i guess.”

skip to later that night, logan finished his shit (he needed a distraction from the Roman Crisis) so he leans out his window for some Fresh Summer Night Air

and oho would you look at that roman had that sa m e  i d ea

but it’s one of those clear nights where you can actually see the stars and logan just got roman off his mind so he’s a lil distracted

but of course roman notices and now that they’ve gotten some of their ‘rivalry’ out of the way, he remembers how much logan loved to drag him out to the park as late as they were allowed to stay up to watch the stars, and logan looks so at peace here (he’s only really seen logan’s angry face recently)

roman wants to say something, because part of him really wants to make up with logan

but before he can work up the courage he’s interrupted by his mom calling him

“roman! are you done all your work?”

“yeah, mom! almost!”

“you better be going to sleep early tonight!”

and roman is about to duck back inside before he gets yelled at even more but oh no too late logan’s already noticed and now he’s staring at him

“uh, hey.”

“hi.”

“are you, uh, are you feeling better?”

“for the most part, yes.”

“that’s good. look, uh, i gotta go, but i’ll see you at school?”

“oh, right, yes. good night, roman.”

“night, lo.”

roman falls back into his room with a crash because ‘oh my god why was that more nerve-wracking than any performance i’ve ever done?”

logan sinks back against his wall with a sigh because ‘is roman avoiding me now?’

the next day at school the two actually say hi to each other in the hallway and it’s like the entire world stops moving. students are staring and whispering, virgil and patton exchange looks, and logan and roman only just now realize how big their rivalry had gotten

the two lock eyes and burst into laughter because something as simple as a passing greeting in the hallway has turned the school on its head

and the rest of the school has absolutely no idea what just happened when the two part ways, virgil and patton trailing behind them, dumbfounded

they catch each other on the way home, though they walk in silence

that night, they’re back at their windows, side by side once more, and they exchange small talk

a couple weeks later, exams are coming up around the corner and both boys are stressed out of their minds

logan’s still working well past midnight when he hears the old creak of roman’s window opening

“i see your lamp. are you still up?” he hears roman whisper, and maybe it’s the late hour, but his voice is hoarse and wobbly, and logan is most certainly not used to hearing that

“that’s a ridiculous question, of course i’m still up,” logan replies, still not looking up from his computer because his history final project is due in two days

except roman doesn’t reply, and all he can hear from his direction is shaky laughter, and then a wet sniff

“of course i’m ridiculous. it’s not like i’m smart or anything.”

“what?”

“if i were smart i wouldn’t’ve procrastinated this english paper and i could probably be getting some sleep right now,” roman continues like he forgot that logan was there

“roman―“

“and sure, i can do other stuff, but it’s not like it matters or anything, not to my mom, or mr. schmitt, or you―”

“roman!”

roman’s babbling stops and logan worries that he’s scared him off until he looks up and sees roman leaning halfway out his window and now logan’s worried that roman’s going to fall out and break his neck on his patio

roman’s eyes are red and his nose is rubbed raw from crying. his usually-perfectly-coiffed hair is messy and greasy from running his hands through it, his clothes are rumpled, and his grip on the windowsill is trembling

yet he’s still half out the window, eyes comically wide, and logan can’t help but shake his head at how big a dork he is

“i’m sorry.”

roman’s so startled that his elbows buckle and he barely manages to land back in his room so he doesn’t fall (didn’t expect logan to apologize first, didya?)

he’s barely back out the window when logan starts talking again

“i shouldn’t have dismissed you so quickly. you are intelligent and you are capable and you absolutely didn’t deserve any of my anger or bitterness or hatred. for that, i’m sorry.”

roman is, SHOCKED, to say the least. when they were kids, usually it was roman who apologized first, if at all, logan only after being prompted to by parents or teachers (which might’ve contributed to their drifting apart)

“i’m― thank you.” 

there’s a pause because it’s late and logan is really really bad at this

“i’m sorry, too. i only really hated you because everyone kept comparing us. that wasn’t really fair of me.”

“i guess not.”

“so i guess we both agree that we’re both assholes.”

“essentially.”

“cool.”

“what were you going to talk to me about?” and roman has an ‘oh yeah’ because he completely forgot what he came out here for

“i guess i just missed doing this.”

“i did too.”

and they’re not completely in the clear, because they have years of hurt to clean up, but in that moment, they just sit and talk, and maybe missing one assignment amongst a whole year of perfect grades won’t hurt

they’re butts tired in the morning but neither of them regret it, regardless of virgil and patton’s comments of ‘how much sleep did you get last night? you look like you’re about to pass out.’

that weekend, their finals are all handed in, exams don’t start until the next week, and they’re both sick and tired of studying so logan invites roman over and they lounge in his star-speckled room, talking about everything and nothing

roman’s busy going through logan’s stuff (“what? i haven’t been in here since the summer before the seventh grade”) so logan has a free minute to just,, watch him, and he just now realizes how much he missed having this ball of energy in his life (in a positive way)

after that day, the tension between them is almost gone and conversations are so much easier (virgil and patton get to sigh in relief because ‘thank god, i love them, but they needed to get their shit together’)

but alas, exams approach and roman calls logan late one night, in tears and stressed beyond relief, begging him to meet him at the park (he would’ve called patton, but patton’s never really been under forced academic pressure, and logan’s just a smidge more familiar for him)

logan’s out of the house without another thought, and he sees roman sitting up on the monkey bars with his knees tucked up to his chest (‘oh my god roman don’t you dare fucking fall’)

“i’m sorry, you were probably sleeping, but i just needed to get out of the house and―”

“please don’t apologize for reaching out. what― what’s wrong?”

“i just can’t! my mom’s been threatening to pull me out of music if i don’t do well on this exam because ‘math is more important than music’ but i don’t know anything! i’ve been scraping by pretty well on tests but i can’t fucking study and none of the information is sticking and―”

“roman, you’re hyperventilating. you need to breathe―”

“don’t tell me what to do!” roman regrets this Immediately because logan recoils his hand like he’s been burned. great, just another thing to feel Bad about. “i-i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

if this was a month or two ago, logan would’ve had a scathing remark about roman’s inability to control himself but now he just places his hand back on roman’s shoulder and taps gently with his finger

“you remember that school assembly from grade nine? the one about mental health?”

“yeah?”

“can you do that breathing exercise?”

“probably”

ten minutes later, roman’s cried himself out and he’s stopped hyperventilating but he can’t seem to stop his hands from shaking

logan has absolutely no idea what to do but he’s seen patton do it before with some of the younger kids so he holds his arms out (v awkwardly) and goes, “would you― would it be― would a hug help?”

this gets a lil laugh out of roman because he’s trying and that’s adorable so now he’s cry-laughing into logan’s shoulder

“your mother sounds an awful lot like your horrendous dragon witch. i suppose we must simply team up to defeat her.”

roman draws away so fast he bumps into logan’s chin

“OH MY GOD YOU REMEMBER THAT”

“like i could forget it”

“oh my god”

“i mean, i wanted to, but those were… fun times.”

“hell yeah they were.”

“when’s your exam? i can help you study, if you want.”

“in about seven hours.”

“…change of plans, you’re coming back with me, you’re going to sleep for six, wake up, get a cup of tea, and we’re going to do a brief review before school.”

“…okay.”

so they walk back to logan’s house (roman makes sure to tack a note to his bedroom door for his parents, he’ll face the consequences later), and they just, collapse into a pile of leggy boi on logan’s bed (they were too tired to argue about formalities)

logan wakes up with roman clinging to his chest and he very sorely misses that warm cuddly heat but Nope he is Determined™ to help roman get that bread

so he wakes roman up, plops his notes down in front of him and tells him to flip through it while he goes to make breakfast

roman is a jittery Mess all the way up to the exam, but logan promises that he’d be waiting in the cafeteria for him (it was his lunch period’s exam day so he a Free Boi) and he leaves roman with a “you are more capable than you know. you already have everything you need to succeed. and no matter what, you are valid.”

two hours later, roman comes out and he has Zero Confidence in his results, but logan greets him with a clap on the shoulder and the reassurance that “at least you’re done with this.”

they meet up with virgil and patton and go for lunch, and oho, perhaps this is the beginning of a New Squad

at the end of the week, on exam review day logan’s waiting out in the hallway to go to his next class to see his results when he sees roman sprinting down the hall with the biggest grin on his face

“i got an 84!!! thank you, you beautiful blessed nerd!!” because honestly? roman expected nothing more than a 52 so this was a very pleasant surprise, and now roman’s hugging logan so tight that logan swears he heard his elbow pop

the other students of the school are still processing because it was literally only been a little over a month since they started talking to each other again, and anyone out of the loop just got hella whiplash

(and if this burst of happiness and gratitude left a weird, bubbly feeling in logan’s stomach, well, he’ll just keep that to himself)

the next few summer days are spent hanging out, in their rooms, at their windows, at the park, and sometimes, virgil and patton join them

sometimes they’re in roman’s room, roman typing away on his computer with a dozen open notebooks scattered around him while logan lays on his bed, and the two bounce ideas back and forth for the next adventures of the daring prince c and his faithful advisor logos

and then they’re two weeks into the summer break, virgil’s off visiting family in china for the next few weeks and patton’s in the caribbean, so they’re just aimlessly tossing a ball back and forth in roman’s room while they talk about their futures and stuff because “oh my god they’re gonna be high school  s e n i o r s  in the fall“ ((‘gee, blink, don’t u think that’s a lot of drama for 16 y/os?’ yes absolutely, shut up))

roman chucks the ball at logan, who catches it in one hand and he’s smirking and roman has to take a moment to catch his breath because ‘why was that so hot omg’

over the next couple weeks the two are basically joined at the hip, and when they’re not hanging out, they’re texting or calling each other and it finally feels like they’re really making up for lost time

at the same time, they may or may not be falling for each other and they have no idea what to do with these Feelings™ 

logan doesn’t know how to what to do because virgil is v aro and the only other person he can talk to is roman, whOM HE HAS A CRUSH ON

meanwhile roman is v frantically texting patton like bro pls call me as soon as u get back there’s a cute boy hELP

it’s nearing the beginning of august when the two go into town to get food and ice cream and they’re laughing and joking and waving melted strawberry ice cream in each other’s faces and they’re sitting on a bench when they lean in real close mid laugh and ‘oh no his face is rIGHT THERE’

they draw away real quick but both of them realize that ‘that wasn’t horrible?’ and they slowly look back at each other and ‘oh.’

“is this―”

“um―”

“is this― i mean if you want it to be ―  is this a date?” and roman holds his breath because ‘dear god, please say yes’

“i’d like it to be, yes.” logan is terrified because he does  n o t  want to fuck this up

except now roman has the biggest grin and he absolutely does not care that he’s got ice cream dripping onto his leg

roman tackles logan into a hug because ‘he’s on a date with logan fucking crane’

logan is thrilled because now he gets to keep this excitable ball of energy who’s made him smile and laugh more in the past couple months than he has in years

(no diss against virgil and patton, but they can’t relate to logan and roman as well as, well, logan and roman)

they both have ice cream on themselves but neither can be bothered to care at this moment because they’re so damn happy

even after they go home that night, they stay up real late at their windows, side by side, just appreciating the company

it’s the next day, and they’re at the park, the sun is setting ((listen,,,, it’s an aesthetic)) and they’re sitting on the swings, holding hands ((they’re in love, babey!!))

“are we… does this make us boyfriends now?” logan is a v technical, official terminology person, of course he’d be the one to ask

“if you want to be boyfriends.”

“i don’t think i’d be asking if i didn’t.”

“then yeah, yeah we’re boyfriends.”

logan walks back into his house with a giant smile, and he plays that event over and over and over again in his mind as he lies awake in bed that night

roman calls patton immediately

and they may or may not scream about it together

logan sends virgil a short text that goes along the lines of ‘roman and i are dating now’ but in real life he’s so giddy that his fingers shake as he types it out

they have their first kiss in roman’s bedroom a couple days later

when school rolls back around in the fall, they walk through the doors hand in hand

and now their rivalry is nothing but a legend that the seniors tell the freshmen whenever someone complains about ‘that one couple that keeps making out in the math wing stairwell, excuse me, i just want to get to class’

[linphd]

fujimi x fem!reader | sorry about that

romero fujimi x reader

female reader

(Y/N) catches Fujimi's attention because of her attitude, and they end up talking after the survival training.

no warning

I could find only 2 fujimi stories and idk he's cute af so here some.

Yuei had invited 4 students from Isamu High School, to participate in a survival training in teams. And even if 3 of them looked quite friendly, 1 was just like Katsuki ; he didn't bother to seem polite when he introduced himself, and kept looking down at the students from Yuei -who were greeting him. 'What an asshole !' The students thought.

But not (Y/N), no, she didn't really care. Actually, she was very good at befriending unfriendly people. Indeed, Hitoshi, Neito, Katsuki, Shoto and Fumikage were her friends. So it wasn't one edgy boy that was going to scare her or anything.

She actually caught his attention ; when Katsuki started to yell at him, she was giggling, while telling him to stop -well, Fujimi thought that it was only to seem friendly, since the giggles seemed more sincere than the 'stop' she was saying. He didn't think much about her ; but she was, at least, one of the students he noticed and remembered after.

The students went to their locker room to change. Once they went out, (Y/N) noticed Katsuki, still fighting with this guy from Isamu. ''Oi, Katsuki ! Brush it off !'' She said. He turned to her. ''Not today, (Y/N) ! I'm busy, already !'' She chuckled. ''I can see that, today I'm greeted by my name.'' Katsuki rolled his eyes, but kept focusing on Fujimi. (Y/N) just went to talk to Fumikage.

''You should be careful with your girlfriend, too ! Looks like she's getting stolen by a bird !'' Fujimi said. Katsuki groaned. ''She's not even my girlfriend, corpse boy !'' And they kept fighting about which school was better, until it was time to start the training.

(Y/N) decided to go and spy on the Isamu students. However, Sekigai noticed her with her quirk. ''I see one girl, running towards us. There is the boy Fujimi doesn't like a bit behind her, but they don't seem to attack each other even if they're not in the same team.'' Fujimi looked at the screen. ''I want to see what's her quirk. She seems so confident, she must've something cool.'' Sekigai raised an eyebrow. ''What do we do with the boy you don't like then ?'' And Fujimi just told Tadan to throw his missile.

After that, the training ended up with everyone being turned into zombies. When they all came back to normal, the students got touched my Izuku's smash, and they fell. Fortunately for (Y/N), she fell on Koda's tummy. ''Awn, sorry Koda ! But thanks for being here, I guess ?'' He nodded, rubbing his tummy. (Y/N) helped him to stand up, feeling bad she must've hurt him more.

''So who won ?!'' Katsuki yelled. ''Nobody, Katsuki ! We all turned into fucking zombies.'' The girl answered, wiping the dirt off her clothes. Fujimi felt a bit bad about it, so he tried to walk away without getting caught.

''SAY SORRY !'' Momo, Tenya, Sekigai and Mongoose ordered. But both Katsuki and Fujimi stayed silent. (Y/N), hearing people yelling, ran to see what was going on. ''Tenya, Momo, brush it off, it's just a game !'' She said, quite irritated that nothing important was happening. ''WHAT ?! (L/N), Bakugou got disrespectful and kept doing it after we-'' but the girl cut him off. ''After we got turned into zombies, wow, big deal. Y'all don't relax enough.'' Yeah, maybe that's how she was able to be friends with unfriendly people.

She started to walk away, Katsuki grinning. However, Fujimi joined her. ''Hey ! You really don't care that I turned us into zombies ?'' She raised an eyebrow. ''No, it's just a game. I wanted to at least take over one team, but it's okay.'' Fujimi just stared at her. Usually, people were mad at him and kept blaming him, saying he had a troublesome quirk. ''Talking about the zombie thing...'' he finally began, after seeing the confused look on (Y/N)'s face.

''... I'm sorry about that.'' He said, looking at the ground. ''Why ?'' She asked. ''Well, it's not a pleasant thing to be turned into one.'' She chuckled. ''Yeah, for sure. But we don't remember what happened, so I'm glad nobody remembers the face I must've had.'' The boy smiled at this comment. ''You didn't look that zombie-ish. You actually even managed to still look good.'' She giggled. ''Wow, so I look good ?'' Realizing what he said, Fujimi looked away, blushing slightly.

''I mean...'' But she cut him off. ''Thanks, you look good too. You're cool.'' She said, still walking. The boy followed her -since they were still too close to the others and things were getting embarrassing. ''I thought you were dating the blonde boy at first.'' He admitted. ''Katsuki ? Oof, no. I don't wanna get yelled at all day long.'' She answered. ''So... it's okay if I give you my number, then ?'' (Y/N) giggled, nodding. ''Sure !'' And Fujimi smiled, giving it to her.

Some weeks later, (Y/N) and the Bakusquad were walking to exit the school. However, Katsuki flinched when he saw Fujimi. ''What is he doing here ?!'' The main addressee was turned, so he couldn't even notice him back. ''Oh, Fujimi ? We're going to the movies, he finished earlier than us so he waited there.'' (Y/N) said. Mina turned, a confused look on her face. Katsuki was horrified.

''Shitty eyes... are you dating him ?!'' She giggled. ''Almost ! I'm working on it !'' She admitted, and that made the boys -except Katsuki- laugh. ''But he looks like a corpse !'' Mina commented, and Katsuki nodded. ''Yeah, and I look like the last time I slept was 2 months ago.'' (Y/N) answered.

Katsuki muttered : ''Shitty eyes.'' at her comment. ''Yeah, we kinda match, I guess.'' She simple answered, before waving at them and going to Fujimi. He smiled when he saw her, and they both directly started to walk towards the nearest cinema. ''Isn't Isamu kinda far away from there ?'' Kaminari asked. Kirishima nodded. ''He must be really happy to go out with her, if he did all the way from Isamu to there alone. I hope he took the bus or something.'' Realizing that, (Y/N)'s classmates changed their mind about the zombie boy and hoped that they would end up dating. Except Katsuki because you know he's Katsuki.

[congalineofpeace]

They're awaaaaakeeee~

Oha told us to take care of our new guests, so we let them in some of our student corridors and left them to rest. Dacodix gave them something that cleaned them, and let them rest.

And then, just when we thought they were going to sleep, they woke up and began to talk!

Khai: Ouchies....Uh.... Where the absolute fuck am I?

Anosa: Huh...this isn- where am I?

Torrath: Wasn't I in a cave?

Oha puffed his chest happily.

Oha: Well guess who is up? Haha, didn't take them long!

Foh: Totally bro! Lemme at 'em-

Oha pushes me aside and shakes his head.

Foh: What gives teach!?

Oha: Don't worry. Let me first introduce them and see if they're... "stable."

He made sure to look at Hrushvictar, who just nods as I'm here listening to their conversations. No fair! I wanted to talk to 'em first - especially since I found them.

He throws the door open wide and begins shouting as if class was starting again for the first time. It's been awhile since he smiled.

Oha: Wake up everyone!

The new people seem confused. Like, really confused.

Torrath: Good morning?

Anosa: Who said that?

Torrath: I did.

Obviously they musta lost something in their head - but those two are really pretty chicks. According to Dacodix Anosa's a mermaid girl too, which sounds sooo cool!

Khai: HEY!!! Look bro, I may have lost the cash but I....uh....wait - who are you?

Oha tries to pull them out of the rooms.

Oha: Welcome to Tawn's beloved school, Tawn School!

He's smiling from ear to ear - it's almost... Creepy... But kinda nice at the same time.

Anosa: Pardon me but, who are you?

Oha: Teacher Mr.Groah. You really don't remember what happened last night...?

Anosa: No I don't.

One strike.

Torrath: I don't remember anything.

Two strikes....

Khai Ross: Why any of us remember anything except what we did the night before. I so wasn't bashing someone's face in.

Three strikes! Dacodix is just sighing.

Torrath: Not since that party...

Khai: I swear I wasn't high.

It looks like Oha's joy began to vanish and he's becoming anxious, for some reason. Maybe this is what he meant by checking if they were "stable."

Torrath: Why are we in a school? I'm an adult.

Anosa: The last thing I remember is going to bed in my hut last night. Good question.

Oha: ....HSART got to you four.... Well... Where is the fourth one?

Torrath: Sleeping?

Khai: Probably asleep still. Or dead. Either or.

Anosa: Fourth One? I haven't seen them yet.

Torrath begins walking to the room the cyclop girl is in. According to Hrushvictar, she's what people call TRASH-Fuck Ups. However, she doesn't look creepy and goopy- just...

She's kind of a frankenstien monster. Hooves for legs, no arms, and dyed hair with one eye always lookin' around.

From where we were at the table, you could hear that cyclop snore so loud.

Torrath: Hello?

She prods the cyclops.

Torrath: Wake up.

It takes awhile, but she manages waking up the big chick.

Tsyrei: What...?

Torrath: Some guy wants us all...I guess to go to class?

Tsyrei: .....Okay....?

Torrath: I'm just as confused as you are.

Oha becomes getting impatient.

Oha: Wake up everyone!

Khai: You know, if you keep screaming I'm gonna go deaf.

Oha makes sure we're all together to begin speaking to the newcomers. Only me and Maywhitter are really excited, while the others are trying to poker face seeing these people alive, breathing, y'know...Living with a mark and stuff.

Oha: Well, now that you are all here, HSART was the one that got you four, as I said before. She's evil. Never trust a goddess.

Torrath: Never have.

Khai: I don't even think there is one quite honestly.

Tsyrei: I can't believe I'm not home...

Anosa: HSART? Never heard of them.

Torrath: What is "home"?

I began to sneer at these people. They're a card alright - but they're so cool!

Oha: HSART is something.... Someone... Basically the beginning of chaos. With the TRASH organization, they have been mutating and ruining millions.

He lies at this part.

Oha: I found you at the reject section in TRASH's trash. You're lucky Dacodix spotted you all before you became mind puppets.

Hrushvictar told Oha not to tell them the truth yet, because it would be more difficult to explain. Idunno, but I kept my mouth shut!

Torrath: "Mind puppets".....

Khai: Oh boy, sounds like a parts to me.

Anosa: Mind puppets? Why would we become mind puppets?

Tsyrei: That explains my lack of arms then...

Oha: HSART is known to make many obey her command. We're one of the few safe places.

And then Torrath gets to the point!

Torrath: So, are we your "recruits"?

Oha: Yes and no.

Torrath: Or soldiers?

Oha: You're rookies at the moment in a very high society school... Or, what was a high society school.

I'm the only teacher now, and there's so few of us. But we stand strong!

Maywhitter smiles at this and nods her head shyly. We still got that school pride! Annnnd then Khai has to be edgy.

Khai: Fuck high society.

Torrath: I like the cut of your jib, rebellious one.

Oha just gives him the death glare of doom.

Anosa: Was? Did it get attacked?

Oha: Yes...

Tsyrei: I'm hungry.

Like that, it begins a cycle.

Anosa: Same here.

Khai: Actually, now that cyclops girl mentions it, me too.

Torrath: I could eat.

Oha laughs merrily, but we know he's probably wanting to die inside.

Oha: Well, breakfast is on the table if you would like anything. It's orc meat and goblin stew. Enjoy!

And before he could be asked anymore questions, he dashes out of there. From a distance, you can hear his head hitting his desk echoing though a hall.

Boyo, is this gonna be a trip.