#//ooc its a bit half assed but i think I did an okay job with this.

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Revelation part 2

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(in the recording it shows that apiary's POV as she carries the skorupi to the shelter with Platina behind her, however as she did three figures stand in her path. A female human with teal like hair in the shape of Rs and a odd one of the duo, a robot with limbs with water, And a lokix who seems irritated, they're both arguing about something it seems.)

Hmm who are these 2 I wonder... wait that's another robot like me!

(apiary eyes light up to green approaches the 2 as they continue to rant towards one another, the eye of the water bot is currently red as they continued to do so)

OH PLEASE if you ever did that you would be swimming in all the Tauros shit ya be spittin' out you wee prick of a cactus!

"as if you water bucket I would -"

Hi you two may I ask for you to help me with something?

"huh-"

(the 3 turned to the beekeeper robot and the robots eye turned into an exclamation point with the color of the screen being a bright yellow, as the female widen their eyes In total shock)

HVR-02!?

that's my designation name of the line that never was! Nice to meet you both, but call me Apairy! And you are?

"..."

What's wrong you two, glameow got ya tongue?

(The robot didn't respond with the eye turning to a dark teal, the human and lokix stepped away to make way for the 2 of them. Apiary's lights turn orange)

Wait... are you who I think you are?

HVR-02... I'm WYD-01, Wyrdo. it's... it's me your own linemate, your brother... it's nice to finally meet you.

Turn on the your module. Please. I need to see that you're actually the real deal...

(Apairy gave the skorupi to Platina as she moved away from the beekeeper themed element bot)

...very well. Activating the element bot search module.

Activating mine as well... (please be real please be real)

(Both eyes turned cyan as a beeping noise went off for a few seconds before a ping sound went off. Apairy with cyan eyes turning yellow, and for the first time in her life was silent. She had a face of shock before wyrdo and her enveloped each other, not saying a word. Not saying a single word to each other... before the feed ended they both said)

It's good to have you after all this time alone, thinking it was just me being the only assumed member.

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#ic #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #rotomblr #rotumblr #apiary posts! #01 and 02 arc #//ooc its a bit half assed but i think I did an okay job with this.

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Nurse Café - Chapter 1/6: “You’re Not Supposed to Drink Coffee This Late, Sir”

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Summary: Life could have honesty been simpler than that for Hokuto, a second-year Liteature major. There's, however, someone out there willing to just make it easier on him.

Fandom: Ensemble Stars! (College/Coffeeshop AU) Ships: HokuAn (Anzu/Hokuto)

Wordcount: 1.5K words

Notes: C'mon, the occasion was too tempting for me not to title this fic after the real banger that is Susumu Hirasawa's masterpiece, "Nurse Café".

Your boi is working on his big-ass Arc-V fic project, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do and writing a nice little sickfic. AKA: I'm bursting that fandoms's door like I've always done, which is with a sickfic nobody wanted but me (and maybe my friend @nehamerchant123 who got me into this mess in the first place) (btw go check her cake business, she’s working on her cardd page for it)

I've been into this game's characters for a whole three weeks but I am not giving a shit I am doing this. I also don't know anything about colleges at all in any part of the world, I don't even know the Sorbonne because I've been there like thrice and it's always been in the same parts anyway (to be fair, I'm not even attending it yet lmao) It's very self-indulgent so it's short and split in two, I dunno, I may combine the two chapters some other day. It's probably also OOC, but whatever yeet

AO3 version available here.

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On second thought, his life may have been a mess, lately. For someone who liked organization, keeping a pace and thinking everything thoroughly to reach as much perfection as possible, he sure had allowed things to get messy without meaning to. To be fair to himself, problems had started piling up suddenly and at an incredible speed, to the point he didn’t know in what order he should have attempted fixing them: should he prioritize taking care of his grandmother who broke her leg not too long ago, his studies increasing in volume or his club duties, even if his leader was getting on his nerves with his weird, nonsensical shenanigans?

At first, he tried managing everything at once, but after some weeks of pulling almost-all-nighters, he decided to seek alternatives. It didn’t quite work out as planned, but at least, he had found a way to survive the storm for now: the local coffeeshop’s espressos. For someone who used to be so on-the-nose with his health, that was a strange choice, sure, but being friends with people like Subaru Ahehoshi made one adaptable and needing to find solutions quickly, if just temporary.

Not that he didn’t hate relying on coffee in the first place.

 His new routine, solidified by a couple months spent tuning it to maximize time use and task efficiency (albeit it was still a bit stiff, like he had always been), consisted of doing the most he can, not fall onto his bed and immediately find sleep before getting woken up by his own anxiety, and continue on his day by getting a cup of coffee in the same café, each time, to the same cashier. It was always the same order in the same place at similar hours of the evening, which gave it a sense of comfort he wasn’t against in times where he wasn’t sure how he should have asked for help. All of what he was doing is stuff he was supposed to be doing by himself, after all: he shouldn’t have needed someone else’s help for that, didn’t need to bring them through the mud with him (even if Isara had offered to help him, he had always declined: Isara may have very well been the only man he knew that had constantly been busier than him).

His grandma has told him before to lay it off, to let her do her thing and for him to focus on himself. While he intended on forcing himself not to barge into her life constantly, he quickly found himself doing it again even after her scolding: he just couldn’t not worry over it, he had to check if she was doing fine and if she was getting the hang of things. Ah, how thick-headed he’s been!

(In a way, maybe he put himself in that mess to begin with. Should have applied his own advice and tasted his own medicine).

 With a presentation dooming over his head for the next week and more drama club shenanigans, he had gotten backed in a corner: it was either researching for the entire night or risk getting an awful grade that’d sink his results to the bottom of the sea. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, he had gone for the first option, albeit he was starting to think this may not have been the greatest idea he had ever had. (Actually, far from it). Still, that presentation wouldn’t write itself on its own, so he went for it and spent a night or two working on that while occupying his daytime with taking care of his grandma (who’s soon out of having her feet stuck in some cast, thank God for that) and club business and other college-related catastrophes strolling around in his life.

It was with a pounding headache and stumbling feet that he made it out of his flat and into the campus, heading straight for the café he always got his precious cup of coffee in (he was hesitating to put aspirin in the cup itself, but that sounded like a terrible idea, and he had left his aspirin tablets in his flat anyway), ignoring the gazes around him (it was easier to do when his sight is half-blurry to begin with). Once he was done with that necessary loss of time, he’d be able to come back to his actual work and that until he’d be finished with it. If he was productive enough, he should have been done with that presentation’s slideshow by the time 5AM hits.

 He entered the café, heard an unfamiliar bell ring immediately as he opened and closed the door, and went straight for the counter like a drunkard entering a tavern. He didn’t care about it in the slighest: he pulls out his yens from his pocket, slams them on the counter and asks, in a groggy voice he doesn’t like to hear to himself, “hello, I’d like an espresso, please”, with the least charisma he could have mustered because he was that tired and he just wanted to be over with that damn presentation already.

It was only when he rose his eyes to face the barista that he realized he had entered the wrong café, right as he faced a high school classmate, friend, and probably something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on, whom had never worked at his usual café. He didn’t say anything, but gulped and swallowed his pride back in, and payed for his espresso by pushing the coins anyway (Ahehoshi would have jumped on the counter to get them: they were undeniably shinier than they should have been).

 “Good evening, sir, thank you for com…”

Silence.

“Hokuto, is that you?!”

That voice was no mistake: this was Anzu, from the Management course. This was going to be painful…

“Ah… Yeah…?” Oh God. What was he supposed to tell her? That he didn’t even know where he was walking anymore? That this was all a giant misunderstanding on his part?  “Yeah.”

“I’m not used to seeing you around here? How are you?”

“…Fine.” Something was missing. “I hope you’re doing well too.”

That wasn’t really good dialogue. Not that Anzu picked up in it: she was probably too busy trying to do her job.

“Here you go, Hokuto…” She put his cup on the counter and picked his coins. “You’re sure you should be drinking that at this time of the day? It’s late and you’ll have a hard time sleeping if you drink that now.” Then she muttered to herself: “looks like you’d benefit from a good night’s sleep too…”

“Thank you, have a goodnight.”

 He picked his cup and went to a table, legs feeling faint. There was nobody still around in the café: clearly, unlike his usual 24/7 place where there always was someone living in the night (the Sakuma brothers trying to avoid each other but finding themselves in the same place and Hajime taking part-time jobs were the firsts to come to his mind), this was a daytime place and he was all aone, stuck with his pounding headache and Anzu cleaning before closing. He had something like fifteen minutes to drink his fuming coffee and get out of there, but even his hands felt sluggish and unresponsive.

Maybe he really wanted to throw that presentation out of the window and just sleep for the next three days. He didn’t even know what he was doing anymore anyway.

 After a few moments, he watched with bleary eyes and eyelids closing on their own Anzu walked to him and sit on the opposite side of the table, staring at him with an expression he couldn’t really read, before her hand arrived on his forehead. It was cold, unnaturally so, and he wondered if she didn’t have blood circulation problems like he was worried he could have had before. Yet, despite his rising concerns, he still let himself lean into it, too tired to really pay attention to how he was behaving. That was bad, awful even. He needed to gulp his coffee, so he did, burnt his tongue and throat, and was about to pack it when he noticed she was still staring at him.

“I… I need to go, is there something wrong?” He asked, hoping this would be enough.

“You…”

Huh. Okay.

“I’m leaving now, I’ll let you close the sh—”

 Black dots appeared in his sight as soon as he got up and he felt his body plunge forward, hand slipping instead of grabbing at the table, vision blurring until all he could feel was hands wrapping themselves around him and faint, muffled sounds resonating in the distance.

It was all over, wasn’t it? He couldn’t move nor feel anymore, right? What a way to end his rush… What way to finish the evening that he was supposed to finish his presentation on… That was his way to go? Huh… Not like he could resist against his own body finally turning on him.

 He had failed in a dramatic fashion, that was for sure.

And, to be honest, he kind of hated it.

#enstars #ensemble stars #hokuan #hidaka hokuto #anzu ensemble stars #sickfic #hurt comfort #AU: Coffeeshop #AU: College #overwork #sleep deprivation #anzu (enstars) #otp: konpeito chou cream #Fic: Nurse Cafe

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Welcome (again) to A Cup-pella, Lauren! We’re excited to have you and Val Moreano in the game! Please go through the checklist to make sure you’re ready to go and send in your account within the next 24 hours. 

OOC INFO

Name + pronouns: Lauren + She/Her Age: 28 Timezone: EST Ships: Val/Chemistry Anti-Ships: Val/forced IC INFO Full Name: Valentina Moreano Face Claim: Sofia Carson Age/Birthday: 23/ May 24, 1995 Occupation: Tech hand at Public Theater Personality: Creative, Determined, Vain and Focused. Hometown: San Francisco, CA Bio: The second child of Alice and Luca Moreano, Valentina Moreano was not planned, nor was she truly wanted. That’s not to say that her parents didn’t love and provide the best life they could for her. Moreso, she just knew from a very young age that she was an accident and her parents favored her older brother more than her. Her parents had high hopes for her brother, he was to be a doctor, or lawyer like them. For Valentina? Well, they wanted her to go do something good with her life, but they really only cared she graduated high school and got into college…without getting pregnant.

As a infant and toddler her parents took care of her on a basic level, but it was her brother who truly took care of her. He babysat her any chance he got, he spoiled his little sister with toys, books and the love his parents kept for him. He became more of a father to her than her real father was. Vincent doted on her, bragged about his sisters talent in singing to his school friends, talked about how smart she was and sweet she was. And Valentina idolized her brother in return, despite the 8 year age difference. 

When she got into high school things changed. Her brother was in college five hours away, and despite this, their parents were still focused on their son and making sure he was getting the best grades to become a doctor. Valentina became bitter about the lack of care and attention her parents spent on her and started to act out in hopes of getting their attention. She started staying out late, partying, sleeping around. She came home drunk many nights and even occasionally had a cop drop her off. While this earned her a good talking to, it barely broke their attention from their own work or her older brother. But when her brother found out—he drove home and scolded her till she truly felt guilty. He pushed her to change her focus from her parents approval to doing what made her happy.

That one thing that truly made her happy? It was theater. It was the one place she got the attention she so craved. She worked her butt off and continually climbed the ranks in her high school drama club. By the time she graduated she had been the lead in two musicals, and had been learning stage management—and much to her brothers glee she stopped coming home so drunk. She still drank, still slept around and did things she most likely shouldn’t—but she had a reason to keep sober, to keep focused.

This love of theater continued when she graduated. She worked to get scholarships and found a way to move to NYC to go to NYU it took her a year and a half to save up the money and get the scholarships, but at 19.5 years old Val packed her bags and moved to the city that never sleeps.

To say she loved the city—it would be an understatement. She adored this city, adored everything that it was and it offered. From the moment she stepped off the train she knew this was the city she was meant to be in for the rest of her life. She got herself some roommates, found a job as a waitress and started to study theater in a more serious way. 

She lived with five roommates to begin with and it was like that until last year when she met Jemma. The two fell into each other, drawn to one another like magnets. Val had been looking for a new place to stay one with only one other roommate when she came across Jemma’s ad. They hit it off quickly and just as quickly fell into a sort of relationship. But just as things were really heating up, and those three little words were about to be said—Val became terrified.

Terrified it was all to good to be true, terrified it was a lie. She felt she didn’t deserve Jemma, didn’t deserve happiness…and this sent her in a drunken stupor into the arms of another woman. When she woke the next day she felt guilty and disgusted with herself.

She couldn’t keep looking at Jemma knowing what she did. so she packed her things, wrote a note explaining it all and moved in with another friend. After five months, and working her ass off, she got a new job, now as a tech hand on an off broadway theater. She still acts and sings—oh and she’s still finishing up her degree. She’s hoping that one day she’ll be a producer, or a star, but as of right now? She’s part of the build crew. And she’s fine with that, as long as she can still audition here and there and do her own acting.

Pets: Luna - A appenzeller mountain dog. She’s very friendly, sassy and downright adorable. She’s protective her human, but also super friendly once she realizes that Val likes you. While she may officially be Valentina’s dog, Luna, considers the other roommates to be like her second mothers and protects them just as fiercely as she protects Valentina. She mostly just wants tummy rubs and to sit on your feet. Oh and lots of treats. Don’t let those puppy dog eyes lure you into giving her more food. She’s a good beggar. 

Relationships: 

♬ Aria, Unique, Tina, Mercedes, Robin, Sugar, Marley, Bea and Kitty The cast and crew of The Untitled Abrams Project. Val has come to like all of them in their own ways. Of course she has her favorites, one’s she feels closer to, ones she likes more than the others, but Val really does her best to be friendly to them all. She loves Aria and thinks she’s hilarious and sweet, she adores Tina’s ability to make and style them so perfectly. At first Sugar freaked her out but she soon came to love the girl’s attitude. She thinks Bea is adorable and tries her best not to be overly flirty around her, but…its hard. Marley is one of her favs, the girl is just so precious and sweet she can’t deal sometimes. As much as she loves Unique and Mercedes she gets tired of their diva-ness and sometimes wishes they would just chill, but on the whole she really loves them all.

♪ Jemma Sterling Val became Jemma’s roommate by pure accident. She saw an ad, thought it looked interesting and showed up. Next thing she knew her and Jemma were hitting it off and she was moving in. The two became the best of friends and spent all their time together. One thing led to another and the two started sleeping together regularly. It was almost like they were a couple–but they weren’t. Or so she thought. Val started falling for Jemma but fear of it all drove Val to drinking and then–being with another girl. Guilt ridden and feeling like trash Val ran, packed up her belongings, left a heartfelt note and moved in with another friend for a short bit of time. She’s not seen her ex since. 

♬ Teddy Dixon She met Teddy at ACup, and one night during her panic of what was happening with Jemma she got herself a cup of coffee and ended up talking to Teddy. Before she knew it the two were in bed. They still occasionally hook up, no feelings attached. EXTRA INFO Twitter name/twitter URL/description: Valenina /MoreValentines/ sugar, spice, whiskey, ice and everything goofy. These are the ingredients that make up Valenina. Form an orderly queue ladies

Five latest tweets: @ me: okay Luna, you gotta chill and let mommy read her lines. Luna, my five month old puppy: *sits like a good girl…for all of five seconds before jumping up and knocking down the following: me, coffee, food, and somehow the vase on the other side of the room* Me: SIGH why do I even try with you. @ it’s 4 and I cant sleep. Anyone wanna come help me? ;) @ my director just told me I’m sunshine mixed with a little hurricane…I think I can roll with that. @ I just realized: pretty much all of my problems are problems that 24-year-old Val is going to have to deal with. But I’m not 24-year-old Val. I’m 23 -year-old Val, and I have zero problems. @ If you’re gonna be extra, just own it and be extra about your extra-ness

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