#and then i went. fuck it cherry blossom scene colors

[youraveragecatastrophe]

[Image description : a drawing of characters from the 2019 show Carmen Sandiego, digitally colored in a lineless style. Carmen, in her red hoodie, is sitting on a couch with a blanket on her lap and a full mug in her hands. Behind the couch, Shadowsan has his hand on Carmen’s shoulder in a comforting gesture. They are looking at each other and smiling. Two other pictures are closeups on Carmen’s face and Shadowsan’s face respectively. /End description]

Second part of my Touch series, with Shadowsan! Their touch is a more subtle one than Player and Carmen’s, as felt appropriate given their more complicated history and Shadowsan’s general reserve. Still, like everything between them, there’s a lot of weight behind that gesture.

Other parts (to be edited) : Player

#carmen sandiego #cs shadowsan #carmen sandiego 2019 #csweekly #< tagging csweekly since we're in shadowsan season #my art #in case you're wondering yes this is an acme mug and yes carmen stole it <3 #i wasn't sure what color to make the bg #(shadowsan's dark blue but i'd already used a purpleish blue for player. i didn't want to make them too similar) #and then i went. fuck it cherry blossom scene colors #don't @ me about the colors of the couch + hoodie + blanket. color theory? i don't know her #i did mostly colorpick from screenshots but you know how it is with this show. the colors change all the time #had to tweak them a little

[absolutebl]

Hi there, thanks a lot for answering my question on Thai bl acting styles, it was very informative.

I just read your review on Light on Me and I love that your reactions reflect my own feelings while I watched that show. It was my second Kbl after where your eyes linger and I love that show so much that it is still one of my top bls.

I agree with your statement on how clever Korea is with tropes, I went into the show and arrogantly tagged Shinwoo as the Seme character and love interest, because of the nature of he and TaeKyung meeting and I immediately spotted the enemies to lovers arc they were on but the show turned my expectations on its head when Daon was introduced and was given all the traditional tropes a Seme and Main ML character is given. I was honestly rooting for Daon, TaeKyung confession to him was everything, until the picture incident. After that ShinWoo got more fleshed out and I found myself jumping ship. I didn't hate Daon for his actions as the narrative treated him fairly and was sympathetic towards him even while it punished him for his inaction.

I was so confused by the end on who I wanted TaeKyung to end up with. The hand hold scene where TaeKyung chose ShinWoo was one of the most angsty I have ever watched, my heart was literally in my mouth❤️❤️

I haven't watched that many Korean BLs(Where your eyes linger, light on me, color rush 1 and 2, first love again, cherry blossoms after winter, semantic error and to my star. That's a lot more than I thought.)

I think their style is my favorite, I like how clear they are about their narrative, how they move towards their goal and use tropes to help the story not become the story like Thailand does

Thailand might have the heat down for their BLs but plot and narrative focus is where I believe they falter, as a lover of plot and precise storytelling, their works don't tend to be my favorites because of this, they are exceptions of course.

I wonder, do you think that the Korean BL industry has the potential to rival the Thai one? I know that due to the strength of Kdramas in the industry it might be hard for Kbls to really make their mark because with Thailand j never would have looked at their ent industry if not for BLs.

I don't know much about the K industry but I once saw that BLs would never be allowed to air on TV in Korea even they were made into long running series of atleast an hour like Kdramas, if that is an issue, how do you think streaming can help out? For example do you think a Kbl with a high budget can be put on Netflix? Wouldn't that be a good alternative?

J would really like to see what Korea can do with it's BLs if provided with the budget.

Sorry for such a long ask I just really like hearing your thoughts.

Bye😘

I think the KBL industry IS rivaling the Thai one. Because of the things you said you like about it.

More importantly it's now sucking in NEW fans, which used to be Thailand's wheelhouse. These days it seems about 50/50 (and I say that mostly because of the new follows I get and what they talk to and ask me about). A few short years ago here on tumblr was all Thai all the time, now KBL is seriously givin ThBL a run for its money. 

Shocking that Korea could move so fast. I mean they've done this in less than 3 YEARS! It takes Hollywood 3 fucking years to raise the funds to even think about shopping a script for fuck's sake.

Korea is now very much setting expectations and defining new watcher requirements. Especially something like Semantic Error.

I think Japan has upped production BECAUSE Korea got in on the scene so dam hard and quickly and efficiently, but JBL doesn't have the commercial machinery (or focus) to really dominate.

So It will be Korea as the only one who can rival Thailand, but ON THEIR OWN TERMS. KBL are very intentionally not doing BL on Thailand's terms but on their own: shorter, higher production, using idols, making sure it is very very pretty.

I'm kinda awed. But not too surprised. 

Hallyu gonna hallyu. 

And yes I think Netflix might snap a very high production value longer KBL asset up, especially after the success of Heartstopper and Squid Game. So far none of the KBLs listed as in production this year have struck me as something Netflix would like. They have specific taste over there. And last I checked they want at least an 8 ep arc of 40-60 ea (12-16 would be better). KBL hasn’t done one of those yet. I’m thinking it has to be a serious adult-leaning one too, like the Korean version of Life: Love On The Line. Or an actual Kdrama BL, like my long awaited gay version of Descendants of the Sun. 

#korean bl #Hallyu #kdrama #KBL #K-BL #light on me #semantic error #heartstopper #squid game #life love on the line #descendants of the sun #K-drama #korean drama #korean film industry #japanese bl

[fukurodianthus]

Cotton Candy Kisses

Synopsis: Let’s get one thing straight, confessions aren’t Ushijima Wakatoshi’s cup of tea, and the same goes for you when it comes to dealing with rejections. But then, your crackhead friends (who are done with watching two emotionally constipated fools pine for each other for two years) decide to take matters into their own hands. 

 Its a recipe for disaster, topped off with cherry coke and cotton candy.

Genre: Fluff, (a light sprinkle of angst thrown in), friends to lovers AU, mutual pining

Trigger warnings: Just a smol makeout scene lmao (not explicit), swearing(meanwhile, my mom: *disappointed brown parent noises*)

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x fem! reader

Word count: 3k+

Author’s note: I planned to release this on valentine’s day, but my exam schedule said “no❤️”. N E ways, didnt get time to proofread it, so excuse the painful amount of errors it may have. (More unnecessary rambles notes at the end!)

𝐈

“Toshi, Terushima asked me out on a date.”

“Terushima as in Terushima Yuuiji from Johzenji? The one with piercings?” Ushijima sat on the gym floor, busy tying his shoelaces.

“Yeah.”

He sat facing away from you, so you had no way of telling how well he was taking this news.

Not like it mattered anyway.

For the last two-years, you had kept dropping subtle hints that you liked him. Hell, if baking heart-shaped red-velvet cookies for him every valentine’s day hadn’t given him the slightest hint that your feelings for him weren’t exactly platonic, probably nothing could make the stoic ace aware of your feelings.

Unless you directly said it to his face.

Wakatoshi, I like you.

Four words. There were just these four words standing between Wakatoshi and your undeclared feelings. Four words could free you from the shackles of this unrequited love that had been weighing you down for the past two years.

But what was the point anyway? He’d reject you, just like he rejected Ririka. The Ririka Hirai, captain of the girls’ volleyball team, the ace who wielded magic in her hands. Let alone the guys from Shiratorizawa, even boys from other prefectures were totally whipped for her. He didn’t even bat an eyelid before a firm ‘No’ rolled off his lips. She hated crying in front of others, but the redness in her eyes and her swollen eyelids made it obvious that her spirit had been crushed by the rejection. Her previous outgoing, warm and friendly nature had vanished within a few seconds as she withdrew herself into her shell.

If this is what rejections did to people, then you were fine with being crushed under the weight of unrequited love. And you didn’t have a Semi Eita in your life like she had, so there wouldn’t be anybody to help you out of your wallowing self-pity.

Your mind wandered back to your interaction with her yesterday, how she had pulled you into the locker room, firm hands wrapped around your wrists with no intention of letting go. You were reminded of her disastrous plan, and how you’d stupidly agreed to go along with it.

𝐈𝐈

(𝟐 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨)

“You love him, don’t you Y/N?” she asked you, cocking her head to her side as she twirled the green roots of het bubblegum colored hair. Why was she so oddly insistent on dying her hair like a meth-addicted oompa loompa? And the bigger question was, how the fuck did she look so good?

“I don’t know, Riri.” What did she expect to hear? How could you say that you weren’t half as brave as she’d been? You’d rather tend to the wounds that unrequited love caused than deal with the empty-black void of self-loathing, insecurities and embarrassment that rejection left behind.

“Y/N, I’m not a fool. I can see the way your eyes light up when he’s around.”

“So what? What the fuck should I do? Confess my feelings and get rejected? I’d rather wither under the weight of my undeclared feelings than have my soul crushed by a rejection from my best friend, thanks.” You knew you were wrong; you knew you should let go of these useless, painful feelings by confessing. Hearing him reject you would put the nail in the coffin of your one-sided love and you’d finally be free.

But you didn’t want to be free. Cowardice had this odd feeling of comfort attached to it, and you’d gotten used to it.

“Y/N, I’m not here to fight with you over a stupid himbo of a guy. It just hurts me to see you go through the same pain I had gone through. I’m just here to look out for you. I’ll give you my advice whether you want it or not, and its up to you if you’ll take it.”

You looked away. You knew that whatever she was going to say would probably make sense, she was such a smartass after all. She was never wrong, as much as you hated admitting it. Why was she such a good friend, why did she have to be so nice? It pissed you off.

“Ushijima is bad at this entire thing of love and friendships, its probably not big news to you, is it? His parents’ divorce ruined his faith in love.” She cleared her throat, trying to hide the tremble in her voice. “He doesn’t know how this entire thing of love and feelings work. Loving him is difficult, it’s like expecting an iceberg to provide you with warmth. But…” her voice trailed off.

“But what?”

“I think he likes you. He’s never looked at anyone the way he looks at you. He never saved a seat for me at lunch the way he does for you. He acts...weird around you.”

“That’s bullshit Riri, he does that stuff for me because I’m his team's manager, you know?”

“You’re just as dense as him. Perfect! You’d make a great couple” she giggled, fluttering her long, black lashes.

“Why did you confess to him if you thought he liked me?”

“Oh, I was coming to that. You see, I was a hundred percent sure he wouldn’t like me back, so I thought I might as well get these stupid feelings of my chest and move on, you know? It still hurt a lot for a few days, though. Rejections sucks, that’s nothing new. And I kind of liked Semi, so it felt like I was emotionally cheating on him if I still liked Ushijima. So, I finally confessed to him after getting rid of my feelings for Ushiwaka.” She pressed her lips together and looked away, a faint blush blossoming on her cheeks.

“You and Semi are…”

“We’re a thing now, yeah.”

“I’m so happy for you Ririka!” you practically squealed, squishing her reddened cheeks.

“We had a talk yesterday and we decided that we can no longer bear to see you two emotionally constipated dummies pining for each other anymore, so we’re taking matters into our own hands.”

“What?” Your stared at her with widened eyes, praying she didn’t come up with any stupid plans to make the situation worse.

“Do you know Terushima from Johzenji?”

“Yeah, kinda, that tongue-piercing dude with an undercut, right?”

“He’s my friend and he has agreed to helping us.”

“Oh hell no.”

“I don’t take no for an answer, I’m sorry. Babe, you can come out now.”

You choked on your own spit as you saw Semi climbing out of Ririka’s locker.

“How the fuck did you even fit him in there? Was he there the whole time? What made you think sneaking your boyfriend into the girl’s locker room was a good idea?”

“Honey, that’s too many unnecessary questions, I ain’t answering them. And there’s nobody around. So, I don’t think we’ll get in any trouble as long as you don’t snitch.”

“I’m not going to snitch.”

“That’s what I thought. Now babe, tell her about our plan.”

Semi went over with the details of their plan.

Needless to say, it was a recipe for disaster, you were sure of it.

Having an affinity for all things disastrous, you agreed to their plan.

*flashback ends*

𝐈𝐈𝐈

(𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭)

“Y/N, you there?” Ushijima was done with tying his shoelaces a while ago and now stood in front of you, his tall frame cowering over you.

You snapped out of your trance.

“Yeah, I was j-just busy thinking about some stuff.” You smoothed out your skirt and gripped your bag tightly, and looking down at your feet. You could feel his gaze on your face, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye.

“Stuff as in…Terushima? Were you thinking about him?”

You were taken aback by his uncharacteristically direct question and looked into his eyes. His gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips; his brows furrowed together in…concern?

Your imagination must be getting better of you.

“Yeah, I was thinking about our date, tomorrow.”

His eyes seemed duller than usual, lacking its usual lustre.

“He doesn’t have a reputation for being loyal, you know.” His words seemed long-drawn, forced, painful. As if it physically hurt him to get these words to roll of his tongue.

He ran his fingers through his greasy olive-brown hair, his gaze still fixed on you. You became painfully aware of the silence in the empty gym room. Why was your heart beating so loudly? Was his heart beating just as loud?

His breath hitched as you stepped closer to him. You noticed the way his sweat-drenched shirt clung to his body, highlighting his well-built frame, the way his lips glistened when he licked his lips, the way his tousled hair stuck to his forehead. You almost brushed those stray strands off his face. Almost.

You spoke in a low tone, almost in a whisper. This moment seemed fragile, like treading on thin ice. It felt as if you both were in a trance and any loud noise would snap you back to reality. You wouldn’t mind being stuck in this trance for a few eternities. “Terushima is a player, a heartbreaker. You think I don’t know that? Maybe I just want to have my heart broken, Toshi. Isn't it better than loving someone who will never love me back?”

He stared at you with a blank, unreadable expression. You noticed how his adam’s apple bobbed up and down when he gulped, his neck and collarbones glistening with sweat.

He had no business being this hot, godamnit.          

“I just remembered, Coach Washijo wanted to have a talk with me-“ he took a step back, breaking eye contact with you.

“Coach Washijo is on a sick-leave for a week, Toshi.”

“Ah okay, right.” He turned on his heels and stormed out of the gym, the tips of his ears covered in a faint red glow.

How long will you keep running away Wakatoshi?

𝐈𝐕

(𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲)

“Yeah, chocolate will be fine.”

Terushima handed you the ice-cream cone, flashing his iconic toothy grin at you.

This park of the amusement park was quieter and calmer than the other parts. You were seated on a bench beside a  mermaid shaped fountain. Behind you, far off in the distance was a Ferris wheel, lit up in pink and red neon lights, a classic decoration that was put up in this park every valentine’s day.

“Want anything else, babe?” He sat down beside you on the bench, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“Dude, you don’t have to put on such a show, you know? You don’t have to make it so realistic.”

He threw his head back and let out another one of his irritating laughs. It was pretty cute, even though you’d never admit it aloud.

“Y/N who said I’m pretending? When Riri asked me to take you out on a fake date to make lover boy Toshi jealous, I thought this would be a pretty good opportunity to score a date with a cute girl, it doesn’t matter if the date is fake or not.”

“You even bought a couple’s ticket, huh?”

“This amusement park has a special valentine’s day offer for couples, fifty percent off for each ride, aint that crazy? I was just saving my coins princess.”

“I swear to god, call me that one more time and you’ll find my foot up your ass-“

“Ooh, kinky!”

It physically hurt you to not punch him and wipe that cheesy grin off his face. “I can’t handle you Terushima-” You hungrily bit down on the ice-cream, gobbling it up in a matter of a few seconds.

Terushima's nose scrunched up in disgust. “The fuck Y/N, who bites ice-cream like that! Are you a caveman or something?"

“Aw babe, didn’t you know? I’m not like other girls.” You dramatically flicked a stand of your hair, as your pretentious, catty tone drew a chuckle from him.

“C’mon now, fake date or not lets a have a good time! I’m done sitting around on this bench, we’re in an amusement park for fuck’s sake Y/N!” He took his black leather jacket off, flinging it around his shoulders, his white shirt clung to his skin. He looked like a stereotypical bad boy out of a wattpad book written by a 16-year-old. You bit down the urge to make a sarcastic comment about his appearance.

“Get up now, you lazy butt.” He offered you a hand.

You slapped his hand away and stood up, brushing the small remnants of the ice-cream cone off your plaid yellow dress.

“Damn, you feisty.”

“Serves you right, pisshead.”

He was about to make a snarky retort when his eyes suddenly landed on someone standing in the crowd beside the ferris wheel. “Looks like lover boy is here.”

“You sure its him?”

“A hundred and twenty percent ma’am! Now go get your man!” He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead before winking at you. “That’ll get him riled up enough.”

“You’re such a little shit-”

“Shut up, he’s coming here, go talk to him.”

You turned around on your heels to see Ushijima making his way towards you.

“Hey! What you doing here Toshi?” You tried putting on a surprised expression, but after seeing how Terushima snickered at you, you understood that you probably overdid it.

“Uhm, did I interrupt your d-date?” Ushijima looked painfully flustered. His eyes searched your face, looking for signs of annoyance or anger.

He was surprised at how happy you looked. Didn’t girls get annoyed when someone interrupted their dates? Ah, women, such complex creatures, all mysteries of the world seem irrelevant when compared to the mystery of a woman’s psyche.

“No, not at all! Do you want to tell me something?” You cocked you head and batted your eyelashes at him playfully.

But he remained silent, lips tightly pressed together as his eyes kept flickering between Terushima and you.

“Hey Yuuji, I’d like to talk to Toshi in private, maybe you could…you know-“

“Ah that was stupid of me! I’ll leave you two to yourselves. I’ll be at the Haunted Mansion if you need me, a friend of mine works there as a part time zombie.” He pointed finger guns at you and winked. "See ya later sweet cheeks!" You saw his silhouette fade into the distance.

It was only you and Ushijima now.

The golden glow from the setting sun and the faint pink lights from the faraway Ferris wheel illuminated his face in a rose-gold glow. He sported a red flannel shirt, more specifically the one you had bought for him while shopping with Tendou last summer.

He looked ethereal.

You cleared you throat. “Toshi? You wanted to tell me something, right?”

He looked started, unsure of himself. You looked at him with anticipation, your heart almost leaping out of your ribcage.

“Y/N, for the next match Yamagata will replace Akakura as the libero because he twisted his ankle in in the hallway today.”

Unbeknowst to you, Ririka and Semi hid behind an ice-cream truck in the distance, keeping an eye on you both. They could hear small excerpts of your conversation. So, when they heard Ushijima saying something about ‘match’ and ‘libero’, they let out frustrated groans. “That dense fucker messed up yet again.” they whispered under their breaths in unison.

Disappointment flashed across your face. Was he serious? How dense could a guy possibly be?

“You came this far, interrupted my date to tell me this, Toshi? You could just have messaged me, you know?” Your voice trembled, vision blurring with tears.

So much for love.

You felt stupid, you wanted to slap yourself across your face for being naïve enough to believe that Ushijima Wakatoshi could ever reciprocate your feelings.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

You started to walk away, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your dress, when you felt a strong arm coil across you waist.

Wakatoshi pulled you close, and in an instant his lips were on yours. You didn’t spare a second thought before kissing him back, your lips hungrily melting into his. You grazed your tongue across his lower lip as he pushed you against the fountain, one hand placed on the small of your back pulling your body closer and the other under your dress, grazing your thigh. Your fingers aimlessly hovered over his chest before gently tugging him by the collar of his shirt.

When he finally pulled away, you both stared at each other, panting breathlessly, hair drenched from the light spray of water cascading down the fountain. The warmth of his lips still lingered on your mouth.

The sound of his voice snapped you out of your dreamlike trance. “Tendou and Semi told me that I wasn’t worthy enough of being Shiratorizawa’s ace if I chickened out of professing my feelings to the girl I’ve liked for two years. How could I sit back and watch that guy from Johzenji steal you away? I like you Y/N, and I'm tired of pretending that I don't."

You were about to respond when Semi’s voice rang out from behind the ice-cream truck.

“Oh my god Riri! Did you see that? They kissed! I’m so proud of my miracle boy-”

“Keep it down you dimwit, or they’ll hear us-“

You let out a soft chuckle and took Ushijima’s hand in yours. “Wouldn't it be very surprising if Semi and Riri suddenly popped out from behind that ice-cream truck, Toshi? But that's totally impossible right? Not like they'd ever eavesdrop on us-"

Semi and Ririka slowly made their way towards you, eyes downcast with guilt.

“We didn’t mean to intrude-” Semi started to explain.

“Shut your trap, you shitheads, we wouldn’t be together if it weren’t for you.” You chirped, drawing them into a tight embrace.

“What do you mean Y/N?” Ushijima stared at you, confused. You stifled a chuckle.

“Well, we actually made a plan…” Ririka started explaining.

After Semi, Ririka and you explained your entire scheme to him, he stared at you, confused, open mouthed.

“You could just have told me, you know? All this to get me jealous?”

“I was scared of getting rejected, Toshi.”

“I’d never reject you!”

“And how the fuck was I supposed to know that? You never showed any signs of recognition at my hints, how was I supposed to know you liked me? You huffed.

“Well, I suppose I…nevermind.”

“No, finish your sentence!”

“Would you like to ride the Ferris Wheel, Y/N?”

“Thought you’d never ask. But first, buy some cotton candy for your lady love.” He took his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers with his. "Anything for my girl."

𝐕

Ushijima’s lips softly grazed you neck, his hot breath fanning across your collarbones.

The soft pink light from the Ferris Wheel lit his face up.

Wiping a piece of leftover cotton candy from your lips, he suddenly asked, “Why do you love me, Y/N?”

You thought of the times he saved extra bento boxes for you after lunch when you refused to eat properly, how he’d stayed awake, sitting in your bedside chair, taking care of you as your body burned in fever, how he’d laugh at your stupid jokes even though they weren’t anything close to being funny, or how he’d show up at your door with cotton candy and cherry coke whenever you were under the weather.

You pressed your lips against his before whispering,

“What’s there to not love, Toshi?”

Author’s rambles notes pt. 2: Ririka Hirai isn’t a very well-known character, but I decided to add her anyways because the girl’s volleyball team characters deserve some love too! You can find more about her here (if it very isnt obvious already, I find her character absolutely adorable!)

N E ways, I hope you enjoyed reading this fic(which has absolutely 0 grammatical errors and i totally didnt write this while overdosing on an unhealthy amount of coffee at three in the morning)

Reblogs would be highly appreciated!

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu ushiwaka #haikyuu ushijima #ushijima imagine #ushijima x reader #ushijima x y/n #ushijima x you #hqradiostation #ushijima x fem!reader #ushijima fluff #ushijima angst #ushijima wakatoshi #dani's fics #ushiwaka x reader #ushijima fanfic #ushijima #ushijima scenarios #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu imagines #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #haikyuu x fem!reader

[nightwingshero]

WIP Sunday

I was tagged by @chyrstis @fadedjacket @minilev and @redreart. Thank you, lovelies!!! Sorry this is a little late!!!

Tagging: @strafethesesinners @simonxriley @xbaebsae @dieguzguz @water-writings @shellibisshe @smithandrogers @johnsrevelation @playstationmademe @chuckhansen @tommymillers and anyone else who wants to share! 

I’ve been jumping between MHA and Dragon Age, writing out scenes to connect for the main stories I have going on. 

Here’s some Mayumi and Suzume with Hawks at a pro hero gala:

“Well, clearly they would all be doomed without us.”

“Of course they would be!” Someone called with a laugh. “Who wouldn’t be all doom and gloom without my favorite goddess, am I right?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” I muttered just as Hawks appeared out of what seemed like nowhere, and I wondered if maybe he was waiting on the other side of the damn column just to make an entrance. Something I wouldn’t put past him.

Mayumi’s eyes narrowed as her grip on the glass tightened. “I am not—"

“Asui, is that you?” Hawks asked, looking over at me with a smile. “Long time, no see. I sent a request to team up a few months back, but you’re impossible to reach for some reason.”

“Gee, it’s almost like its on purpose, Chicken Nugget.”

His smug smile only widened, his gold eyes dancing a bit before he glanced back at Mayumi and gave a fake pout. “Awww, no red this year? You didn’t want to match again? But we looked so good last year, Hirano.” Hawks made a show of his suit, a red and black one that was similar to the one he had worn the year before, and I thought for sure the glass in Mayumi’s hand would shatter to pieces. It was amusing to a lot of people when they had unintentionally color coordinated at last year’s event, much to Mayumi’s chagrin and frustration.

Then we have a team up with Suzume and Fatgum as they protect a few kids from MHA (Kirishima is loving how manly it is):

It always seemed that the skeletons came crawling at the worst possible moments.

“Suzume…” Tsu called, her voice laced with concern and fear, making my heart race as my own worry grew.

“Oh, Suzume…already using your tattoos.” Aiya clicked her tongue as her voice dripped with condescension. “Not even using your pitiful doodles you waste time on…well, guess I can’t blame you for that.” She cocked her head tauntingly, eyeing me carefully. “I heard they gave you special permission for that in your third year.”

The webbing fell and my arm dropped, fists still clenched as I glared at her. “Aiya…stop this.” Her mask broke then, the teasing look twisting into rage and spite as she looked down at me.

“No.”

I leaned forward as she spat again, balls of web coming at us. The cherry blossoms surrounding my samurai moved from my skin, twirling before shooting forward and cutting through the balls quickly. They didn’t stop there, however, and she threw her arms up as they ripped by her—cutting the purple skin-tight ensemble she dawned.  Once that was over, she dropped her arms and glared, hardly shaken by it. “Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me.” I mumbled as Fatgum took a step forward, standing with me. “You don’t have to do this—"

Aaaaand Athera having a heart to heart with Evune. I might have shared this before, but I can’t remember:

“I…I don’t know what you want me to say.” I murmured, glancing behind me at the others. Blackwall carving something with his knife as Varric lounged next to the fire, watching it as he lowly spoke of stories of his travels. Solas, only a little further from the fire than Blackwall, sat quietly, stoically as he listened, whether to Varric or us, I wasn’t sure. “Being the First is…” I glanced back down below us, the moon full and lighting the plains in front of us as the creek ran not far from our camp. “I didn’t think I’d have to do it; I didn’t think for a moment that Isha would…”

“Die?” Evune offered as she watched me carefully, her sharp eyes taking in everything and reminding me of the hunter she became once she joined our clan. Andruil’s vallaslin was more than fitting for her, as she almost seemed to befome one with her bow at times. It was moments like this that made me more grateful to have my cousin by my side.

“I went to the Conclave because I needed time to think, I…I didn’t want the responsibility that came with being a First. I don’t know if I want to be Keeper when Deshanna steps down.”

If I was expecting a shocked reaction from her, I would have been disappointed. It was as if I had just told her the sky was blue, the only movement from her was the slight arch in her brow as I glanced over her. “I hope you’re not expecting me to overly surprised by this, Athera. You jumped at the opportunity when everyone was ready to let me scout it out.”

“And ended up with more responsibility than before.” I laughed humorlessly. “Just think Evune, if Isha hadn’t died, if I hadn’t jumped at the opportunity to run from the weight of being the First, you could be Inquisitor right now.”

“In what world would that be reassuring, Little Fawn? Me and Fen’an leading this little pack of warriors? You and I both know that the right person was there for that. Don’t haunt yourself with those kinds of thoughts, you’re the leader because you’re meant to be.”  

#oc: suzume asui #oc: mayumi hirano #oc: athera lavellan #oc: evune lavellan #my ocs #my writing #tag game #my hero academia #mha #dragon age

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it’s full-blown depression hours any time i remember that every single aspect of penelope’s personality is informed by the trauma and abuse she endured growing up, and that there is no pre-trauma version of her that exists because her first life event— being given up for adoption— was traumatic in and of itself and then it was all downhill from there, being indoctrinated and abused by the sisters before being sold as a child bride to the blossoms who started grooming her from day one. 

the fact that she was never able to escape her abusers and had to become a caretaker to arguably the worst one (i only say arguably because we don’t know anything about rose’s husband) is just the cherry on top of the nightmare sundae like i truly cannot imagine anything more psychologically damaging. 

and of course she’s never gotten the professional help she needs, or even had anyone to help her through her pain and severe mental health issues. literally no meaningful relationships, friends or family, outside of the blossoms which has contributed significantly to her inability to grow emotionally and move past their abuse as well as develop healthier coping mechanisms and unlearn all of their toxic beliefs and behaviors.

like she’s always been in the uniquely isolating position of having no one with an outer perspective to tell her how fucked up her family/situation is and alert her to the reality that she deserves better and needs help in order to heal and create a better life for herself. the fact that she was forced to marry clifford, her equally traumatized brother who endured the same abuse and grooming that she did, and had no family of her own, robbed her of that.

there wasn’t a moment in penelope’s upbringing where she wasn’t being brainwashed, exploited, and manipulated by the adults around her, whose intentions were completely self-serving and nefarious. the only person she ever had in her corner was clifford, and he ended up betraying her by killing their son.

her entire existence has been colored by grief and suppression and helplessness and it is so insane to me how the fandom and writers are constantly glossing over this when everything she is is a direct result of these experiences? like she truly never stood a chance growing up alone and vulnerable in such an insular world (this applies to both the soqm and the blossom family) and so to expect her to function as a perfectly rational, well-adjusted adult is just so odd and unfair? 

it took her over 30 years just to realize that she needed to stop defending and trying to be accepted by the blossoms even though she was aware of their abuse by the time she was sixteen (though it could have been earlier since she said she ‘quickly realized’ that her adoption had not been altruistic). like, that’s how deep her conditioning runs. that’s what happens when you have no one helping you.

to label her as evil and reduce her to her worst moments is so dismissive of everything she has been through and the little progress she has made (which shows potential). she makes a lot of poor choices and her way of going about things is certainly often wrong, yes, but that is entirely attributable to the trauma and abuse she has suffered (and the poor coping skills/behaviors she’s developed because of it) as opposed to an indication that she’s inherently a bad person. that is just not consistent with the narrative we’ve been given.

there’s a difference between making bad choices because you don’t care about the consequences and making bad choices because they’re all you know and you don’t foresee their negative consequences/understand the effect that they will have. it’s important to remember that penelope grew up being controlled and under someone else’s thumb since she was a baby. she was never allowed to make her own choices because her entire future was mapped out for her by the blossoms. 

the college she went to? the lack of a career? the decision to get married? the person she married? the decision to have children? the place she lived? none of them were hers. no personal autonomy was ever afforded to her. you cannot expect her to make good choices when she wasn't even able to make her own choices until she was well into adulthood. and by then, any choices she made would inevitably be informed by her trauma (not to mention influenced by her abusers, since she never escaped them). 

she has never been in an environment conducive to growing and healing, and the lack of assistance and support from any friends or family has not helped. but she has shown good intentions and an ability to listen and recognize when she has gone about something in the wrong way time and time again. she is not hopeless. her scene in 5x03 set the stage for so much growth, and i really hope the writers deliver on it because there has always been a great deal of potential with her character and it would be so satisfying to see her finally be able to break the cycle and make a better life for herself.

#this got away from me i just had a lot on my mind.... #riverdale #penelope blossom #riverparents #parentdale #riverdale text #riverdale ramble

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*slams fists on table* CATASTROPHE ANIME

yeah this is just my long ranting hypothetical post about “omg what if there was an anime for catastrophe at 16″ because I’m like that @autpunk-godling feel free to add on because we just yell about this for hours on end

I have also now brought it up in the discord server just bc i wanna yell about it

This is the recording of all the shit we came up with screaming about it

-it could only possible like after the manga is finished and translated officially plus resurrection novels probably finished or close to but like,,, we can hope, we can dream, please-

-people coming to it and seeing the trailers and shit would probably see the school and the cherry blossoms and go “oh it’s ouran high school host club but like with swords” and then everyone fucking dies and the fans are like I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS???

-everyone new would know the spoilers for the end by like episode 2 bc manga fans wouldn’t be able to shut up cause someone would just like post a screencap of guren saying “i’m gonna save the world” with a pensive emoji under it some anime only would see it and by the end of the day everyone knows how it ends

-gureshin exposure and seeing it on screen like just imagine how fucking gay it’ll look like I swear this would become the new mikayuu like imagine,,, the beginning when he’s leaning over guren’s desk, the love hotel scene, love hotel 2 electric boogaloo, when they fight over who gets to top omg “become my subordinate” “no u” and every time shinya LOOKS at guren, the part where he comes back to guren’s house and goes “uwu you were looking at my phone”, the motorcycle scene, the *thinks about shinya while taking a bath* the entire part where guren goes demon and shinya saves him and holds him and i,,, and well the entire end

-guren’s va in the last episode would be DEAD lemme tell you the SCREAMING I WANT TO HEAR IT

-Hypothetically this would probably cover 2 seasons, the first season covering books 1-3 and 2nd season covering 4-7, and then like. No one’s gonna want to end it at *guren sticks sword in slot* so like uh resurrection’s gonna need to be a thing unless it gets cancelled which uh fuck i hope not

-more appreciation for characters, THERE WOULD BE PEOPLE ACTUALLY PAYING ATTENTION TO MITO, GOSHI, SHIGURE, AND SAYURI, guren antis would actually just shut up because they’d see him being a fucking softie, and uh well kureto stans would have something to answer for

-the MEME possibility just THINK of the MEMES

-i want to see the trailers,,, i want to see them,,, i want to-

-the levels of horniness compared to vampire reign omg like they’re the same age as yu squad and they like all wanna fuck like how will that translate to anime like

-the. the last episode i. omg it would be so intense I can’t it would be so epic there would be so much blood oh god

-this would cause more exposure for the manga too because 1. the old anime-onlys would come back, 2. everyone already in the manga fandom will be revived for any kind of content, 3. the fans who’ve dropped off will probably watch it, 4. new fans who liked WIT studio shit will be like :eyes emoji:, fans who looked at the trailer and went that sounds kinda gay will watch it, actual shonen fans and people who like high school anime and liked the vampire reign school arc would watch it, like it would have a pretty good base

-like bro there would be actual diversity in ships kjhghjkj like people would actually pay attention to the characters omg please i just want some content like yes of course gureshin but like also the other characters please CATASTROPHE CONTENT OMG I NEED IT C A T A S T R O P H E  C O N T E N T

-you know how the dub for the vampire reign anime is like 80 percent gayer than the sub with the “girlfriend or boyf-” “or a lover” etc uh how can they possibly make some of the shit in ca16 gayer but they WOULD like uh some of the stuff shinya already says in canon is like so fucking gay like the “you’ll never get a husband if you don’t let me clean your wound haha”, the misunderstanding in the love hotel, the “uwu people will think we’re a couple” on the motorcycle, all of that, there’s more, literally every time someone makes a joke about being in love with guren fucking-

-it would actually be good bc new anime tends to be Shit so yeah people would watch it I swear I think it would get even better ratings than vampire reign because it has a comprehensible plot and the ending and shit is already decided, I think different people would like it

-ok but like the problem is there’s a different beginning in the manga and the light novels of ca16. And like, the manga’s beginning would be a really bad thing to go with. In the light novel, the book starts right off with Guren going into first shibuya high school with sayuri and shigure, explaining the situation with the ichinoses and the hiragis. That’s a good beginning, it gives a good idea of what the story’s gonna be like, it doesn’t give away what’s going to happen. Whereas in the manga, they decided to shoot in before that a bullshit chapter that’s straight out of fucking tokyo babylon. I don’t even,,, it was really bad, and it doesn’t even seem to be canon. There’s no indication that’s anything but like crossover fanfic because the gist of that chapter was Guren, Sayuri, and Shigure like,,, exorcising a bitch which is like so not the vibe of this story. It makes no sense?? That’s not even what Guren did in middle school? What???? There’s also a bunch of really offputting shit in there, if you’ve ever seen it. That’s gonna get rid of so many potential fans. It’s a really bad idea. Also at the end it literally gives away the fact that Guren’s gonna end the world which is just. shit. it’s shit. Like everyone’s gonna know anyway just don’t give it away in canon!!! It was a bad idea in the manga and it would be a terrible decision to do in a potential anime.

-what would it even be rated omg like it’s. So much hornier than vampire reign so like I don’t even fucking know like, there is sex,,, with fucking m a h i r u, i don’t like that, and i mean other than that every other word out of someone’s mouth is wanna fuck like that’s fine in a light novel but on screen uh

-!!!!!! THE OP AND ED !!!!!!!!! the SHIT that would be FORESHADOWED in the ENDING i sWEAR TO GOD I JUST WANT TO S E E  I T like even if they just reused scapegoat and xu it would still be fucking amazing LIKE OK. KAGAMI FORESHADOWED CHAPTER 94 WITH THE ORIGINAL ED WHAT THE F U C K KIND OF FORESHADOWING WOULD GO ON WITH CA16

I just really really really want another song to vibe to ok and I want to see the images i want to see them fighting I want to see them in front of cherry blossoms uuuuuuuuuuu please like I want to see Mahiru like posing with two swords or some shit please omg please mahiru don’t turn into a demon you’re so sexy ahaha

like broooo I really just want to see it like anime ops are just so amazing and epic and the eds are all kinda sad and foreshadowy and UH FOR CATASTROPHE THAT’S LIKE A L O T LIKE THE IMAGES THAT PEOPLE WHO KNOW WHAT THEY ARE ARE JUST GONNA SEE AND GO “F U C K” like just imagine the ed having like. like guren’s sword in a slot in a white room or like a flash forward to the world after it’s ended

-we can see on screen, colored: NOYA, SAITO, (ferid with green hair???), I want to see all of them omg also maybe they can decide for sure what aoi’s eye color is

-THE ELEVATOR FIGHT WITH GUREN AND SAITO GHHHGHGHGHGH I JUST WANNA S E E IT

-we get to see them actually fight with magic and not like jumping off of buildings abilities and shit

-Guren going demon omg omg omg

-BABY YU BABY YU BABY YU BABY MIKA BABY MIKA BABY SHINOA BABY SHINOA

-I think the anime wouldn’t want to have it end with Guren sticking the sword in the slot so I think they’re probably pull a vampire reign episode 1 and after the sword thing just like,,, fast forward to a quick ambiguous shot of Guren at 24 standing in a broken world in his demon army uniform uuuh like OW I WANNA SEE IT I WANT TO SEE IT I WANT TO oH MY GOD THE CINEMATOGRAPHY-

-in conclusion *mails kagami 12 dollars* pwease mw kagami

#owari no seraph #ca16 #gureshin #long ass post

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alrighty, let’s recap this bitch!

LAUNCHPAD! I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH! PLEASE COME BACK!

I looked up when National S’mores Day is (because I’m a nerd) and it is August 10. So either the photo later was mislabeled or, more likely, Launchpad got the wrong info

Huey with the little baby scouts is TOO CUTE!!

I wonder if Violet’s there. Probably not because she would have been hanging out with Huey if she was. Or this episode was meant to come before Challenge

It’s a baby beagle boy! I wonder if he’s there of his own will or if it is part of some plan

He scared away most of the kids! Now they won’t get to enjoy s’more-y goodness

His s’more sounds DOPE AF, though it probably would give you INSTANT DIABETES

“Aw, not even a modern robot.” MY SWEET SON!

I know it was the bully saying it, but Huey should chill a bit when it comes to doing things EXACTLY and PERFECTLY. It’s just gonna cause stress

 BOYD IS BABY AND I LOVE HIM

“Would you like to be friends?” “Sure. Wow, that was easy.” If only it was always that easy

I don’t know if Huey has the JWG as memorized as he thinks, going by Challenge and Quack Pack

“We’re just kids.” “Definitely!” *uses laser eyes to light fire*

This episode does a good job showing what a trigger word/phrase is like, though I’m not sure if that was the intention

I like that a squirrel with a burnt tail scurries out of one of the trees. It’s the attention to detail that helps elevate this show

Instead of jumping out of the way or hiding Huey jumps straight onto Boyd to try and help him. Huey already sees Boyd as someone worth protecting

The kid that just runs across the screen while his hat is on fire is great

Not sure why they took the time to change before going to Gyro but whatever

BOYD IS ADORABLE AND I LOVE HIM

“I’m more than an intern, I’m a scientist.” I feel like this might be hinting at Fenton’s arc for the season, possibly wanting to be seen more as a scientist than a superhero

I’m gonna pretend that using sunglasses on someone who is shooting lasers out of their eyes is a Cyclops reference. And they look pretty dope too

At least Fenton knows when he is in over his head...this time

Gyro trying to climb up on the table to avoid Boyd was kind of funny. And then him protecting himself with Lil Bulb

“Which one?” Manny is DONE with this shit

“Boyd? What idiot called it that?” Even when he’s not there, Gyro can still burn Mark lol

I figured 2-BO was a reference to something but wasn’t sure what. Apparently it’s a bit of a play on the name of Astro Boy’s in-universe creator’s son. Neat

 Huey stays in between Gyro and Boyd to protect Boyd

Fenton’s face cracks me up. There are NO THOUGHTS in this man’s head lol

“You were an intern like me?” “Nothing like you.” Damn Gyro, why so salty?

I don’t know why Fenton is so surprised that Gyro was an intern. I feel like that’s a pretty standard thing

LOVE IS STORED IN THE BOYD

It make me sad when Gyro mentions how many times Boyd’s core programing was altered. Poor baby doesn’t really get a say in what happens to him

“ROAD TRIP!” Huey, you do these kinds of things ALL THE TIME. I feel like he should be used to this by now

“YOU’RE not going. GIZMODUCK is.” Does Gyro see Fenton and Gizmoduck as separate entities or is this just a no, but yes type of joke?

Huey standing up for Boyd is so sweet. They barely know each other but Huey trusts him

When the episode doesn’t have the theme song you KNOW shit’s ‘bout to go down

I wonder who’s flying the plane. My guess is Launchpad because Della would have been cooing over Huey making a new friend and go into embarrassing mom mode. He probably went of on his own adventure or did tourist things like buying collectables. Or maybe Gyro flew them there. Who knows

As many people have said, the art direction and animation for this episode are BEAUTIFUL. I love the pink tint the lighting has in most of the episode

SAILOR MOON CONFIRMED CANON

I bet Mark Beaks is a Sailor Moon fan

I like that the in-universe Sailor Moon is a bunny because Usagi is Japanese for rabbit

I love that going incognito nowadays means you wear a hat, a hoodie, and sunglasses. Boyd looks good in red (though red is my favorite color so I might be biased)

Gyro-takes one step and the fuzz shows up. NOICE

I like detective lady. She has a cool design

Huey and Fenton are awful at acting casual

“Crimes?” Oh my sweet Hubert. I’m pretty sure most if not all of Scrooge’s employees have had run ins w/ The Law

Gyro is like, move I’m gay

“I’m here on a very important...field trip.” ALL THE KIDS NEED A GYRO FIELD TRIP LIKE HOW THE GAANG GOT ZUKO FIELD TRIPS

Lil Bulb said FUCK THE POLICE

I wonder what it actually says

Fenton just watches as the inspector chases Lil Bulb

Seriously though, Fenton does a bunch of silly stuff in the background and this episode warrants a rewatch SOLELY for him

How did Lil Bulb know where to find them? And how did he shake off the inspector? I want to see his little adventure

FOR SCIENCE!

“Blah!” *arm armor attaches* I want this joke to come back

Fenton and Huey INSTANTLY nerd out. I love them

Fenton being a Gyro fanboy is ADORABLE

“AH, DUST IN MY EYE! The dust of GENIUS!” What a dweeb lol

I like that Fenton keeps the arm on for the whole scene

Poor Boyd, he looks so scared

Huey going into protective big brother mode

Doofus continues to be equal parts hilarious and disturbing

Where are their parents? Like, someone should be looking after these kids! ESPECIALLY DOOFUS!

“Do you need a hug?” I SURE FUCKING DO

Mark is such a prick lol

“NO WAY, A ROBOT BOY! DREAMS DO COME TRUE!” YOU DON’T DESERVE THAT DREAM YOU COCKWAFFLE

SOMEONE HUG THIS CHILD! BECAUSE I CANNOT!

“Seems like the little guy’s had it tough.” MY POOR BABY

Lil Bulb gets SO PISSED he blew a fuse

You really shouldn’t have left them alone, Gyro

Why does Fenton automatically jump to superhero for Boyd? I mean the theme of the episode is letting Boyd choose who he wants to be so of course Fenton would have his own idea of what Boyd should be, but why go straight to superhero? Do you want superbros, Fenton?

Huey already realises this might be a bad idea, because he’s more concerned about Boyd as a person rather than Boyd as a machine

“IN RETROSPECT WE PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE USED THE FIRST HOLE” Fenton, you dumbass genius

Dr. Akita’s setup made me laugh. I DIED when he “enhanced” the image

I recognized the character on the chips though I don’t know their name. I’m more of a western animation fan, so many of the references probably flew pass me

BOOP

I also have a key on my laptop that flies off (it’s the u key)

I LOVE BABY GYRO! It’s so cool they went with his og look (minus the red hair) to show him younger

I LOVE THE OUTLAW COUPLE! SO COOL! SO HOT!

Huey is so DONE with Fenton

I love the stupid G pose he does. PLEASE HAVE HIM DO IT AGAIN. PREFERABLY WHEN DW IS NEARBY

Such a polite boy

“My bones are metal!” This line and Boyd’s catchphrase of “Hi, I’m Boyd/2-BO, a definitely real boy!” reminded me of Olaf. The end of the episode gives Boyd even MORE Olaf parallels

Gizmoduck sliding by those boxes was cool

How did Gizmoduck get himself unstuck from that alley?

I loved the double take the female outlaw does

Huey is TRAUMATIZED

I legit thought Boyd was gonna light the oil on fire the first time I watched and I was like that won’t help

“So, what do we do now?” “I...don’t know.” This is why you don’t leave babies alone to fight criminals

Boyd reminded me of Calculester from Monster Prom when he asked the lady to return the money

STOP LEAVING THE CHILDREN ALONE! THEY ARE BABIES! THEY AREN’T EVEN TEENS!

“Why do we always fight when we’re on vacation?” Because this is Ducktales and there is no such thing as a normal vacation

Lil Bulb just kicking his lil feet

The “lab” safety poster made me chuckle. Then I remembered Akita is also a dog and I laughed more

LITTLE BABY GYRO GRADUATING! My guess is his professor/dean/principal influenced him on a personal level and is partially the reason Boyd is a parrot

Lil Helper blueprints. Nice reference to the og series

Has anyone talked about the poster with the cogs and the dogman in old-timey clothes that says GIZMOS on it? I think it’s a Dr. Who reference

IDEALISTIC GYRO AND BOYD IS TOO CUTE!

How did he NOT notice the second hole in the wall?

That is a surplus of handcuffs. Do you think she uses them for...fun times?

“I’m just a guy! With very bruisable skin!”

Poor misunderstood Gyro inventions

Boyd just politely waves at everyone

Huey is WAY calmer than I would be if I got lost in an unfamiliar city

Boyd says FUCK WORK

 I love Huey stimming. Really hope Disney will let them confirm in words that Huey is autistic

Is it more common for two kids to wonder around by themselves in Tokyo? Because as an American I find it super stressful and would want to find their parents so they could be safer

THE BUNNY! AND THEN THE KITTIES!

Do cats just take buses on their own in Tokyo?

CHERRY BLOSSOM TIME BITCHES

“And I know what you’re thinking, what about ninjas?” I am ALWAYS wondering about ninjas

I like that Huey finally has a friend who shares the same interests and doesn’t mind info dumps

“Boyd, I don’t think you’re a killer robot. You’re just a kid.” “Aw, that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” T_T

I CAN SHOW YOU THE WORLD

I like Boyd’s motief

Akita is us after the quarantine

When he complained about being stiff I was like mood

I like his Green Goblin disc thingy

The other people don’t give a shit about Boyd just FLYING DOWN WITH HIS ROCKET FEET!

Gyro shows up *dramatic wind*

His tablet has a duckie on it. I wounder if they have a Mac/PC thing going on with Waddle and what brand the duckie represents

When the adults argue and Boyd gets all sad and scared I FELT THAT

Huey doing his best to keep Boyd calm and defend him SO PURE

OH GOD HELP THIS POOR CHILD!

HUEY IS A GOOD BOY AND A GOOD FRIEND

“Because of you I’ve become an outcast.” I feel like you did that to yourself

ANIME HAIR POOF

ngl, that shit was TERRIFYING

“You don’t have to do what Akita tells you. Do what I tell you.” So close

“INTERN! FIGHT BETTER!”

Huey must weigh NOTHING if Gyro can pick him up

Akita’s tail looks like a cinnamon roll

Huey always finding that hidden info

The gibberish Gyro says is great

BOYD SAYS IT BECAUSE GYRO TOLD HIM THAT!

THAT HUG!!!

HOW DARE AKITA HURT BABY GYRO AND SWEET BABY BOYD?!

PROTECTIVE PAPA GYRO

NEEEEERRRRRRRD FIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT

“You’ll never invent anything worthwhile.” LIL BULB HAS ENTERED THE FIGHT

Are doggos recyclable?

HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGS

Blue eyes=good robot

ANOTHER HUG

Be Only Yourself, Dude

I like that basically Gyro admitted that he was like Fenton if Fenton hadn’t had support

“That’s not technically how doctorites work, BUT I DON’T CARE!” Do you think Gyro doesn’t have his doctorate or do you think he assumed Fenton already had one?

“The hugging is a ‘just for today’ thing.” YOU CANNOT STOP THE HUG TRAIN!

“Leave. Now.”

Are they gonna go to the plane?

This season has been consistently knocking it out of the park! I’m a SLUT for backstory episodes, so I enjoyed this one a lot. I loved seeing Gyro when he had hope and faith in the world. It SUCKS that Akita took that away from him. Hopefully Gyro will see things slightly less cynical now. Fenton was a dweeb the whole episode and I love him for it. Boyd is SO SWEET AND PRECIOUS and in NO WAY deserved the treatment he got. I have a feeling there is more to Boyd’s creation/Dr.Akita that we’ll get later on. Huey was ADORABLE this episode. It’s really sweet to see him hangout with someone who gets him. Everyone deserves to have at least one friend like that. The fight scene was GORGEOUS! SO FLUID! I really loved this one and I hope we get more Team Science episodes because these characters play really well off each other. 

#ducktales #dt spoilers #a bit later than normal but oh well

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Oh! For the ask game number 12 if it’s not taken yet✨

Aight, fam, time for me to brag on myself lmao! Just kidding, but this should be interesting. 

Number Ten: Colors

This is one of my older piece, a Shikamaru x Temari one, and I still look back on it fondly as a major achievement of when I really first started writing. Those two are such a unique couple to write and I really love the image of the firework colors in Temari’s eyes. Just a nice aesthetic. 

Number Nine: Ghosts

This was the first time I had written a oneshot that wasn’t really romance, but a subdued angsty piece, and it was a refreshing change. Capturing Gintoki and Katsura’s haunted personas was a real challenge and I enjoyed how it came out. 

Number Eight: Sizzling Summer Heat

This one was a shift from the typical “confession” romance piece to one with an established couple and I just like it a lot! Plus, I just really like the intimacy of the two of them I feel came across. Plus, tangerine-banana smoothies sound bomb as fuck, no? 

Number Seven: Stars in Your Eyes

This is probably my favorite Natsu x Lucy piece I’ve done simply because of the imagery. I love everything about the night sky; describing the moon and stars and the light they give off is a pretty regular thing for my stories, and the idea of Natsu thinking Lucy’s eyes are so beautiful they contain the stars themselves is just a notion that makes me soft. :)

Number Six: Peppermint Flare

Writing Law and Nami is fun, period, but this one is high up there for me just because of the dramatic image of Law holding her while she smells like peppermint... Oof... Such a sexy couple. Lord help us. 

Number Five: Life in Every Breath

I wrote two stories on this scenario, but this one out-competes the other just because I think I raised the stakes a lot. I really went raw with the emotion in this one and I think it made for a really gut-wrenching, desperate piece. Plus the title is a line from my favorite movie, so. 

Number Four: Back and Forth

This was the first Law x Nami piece I wrote, originally intending to be a Christmas present for @anubislover but my computer decided to do a thing, so I just released it like any old regular story. It really opened my eyes to how fun writing the couple was and the potential, and it’s risen to be one of my top rarepairs. I just love them so much TT.TT

Number Three: Sleep-Talking

This one is recent, but the premise just has me. It’s so cute and soft and I really liked writing Sabo’s anxieties about revealing his feelings to Koala. I think the scene makes for a great image, too. 

Number Two: 3 A.M. Musings and Cherry Lip Gloss

Hayner is my life, I love him to death and I would absolutely play a Kingdom Hearts spin-off just about the Twilight Town trio. Give this boy a Keyblade, please! Anyway, this one is high up there simply for the fact that it was really fun to write a teenager delirious and in love at 3 a.m. Just a great concept. 

Number One: Between the Lines

Ugh, the angst. I like the other Ace x Nami piece I did too, but I think this one really ramps it up with the longing, the passion, and the overall theme of “we can’t have each other but we’re so helplessly in love it hurts.” I just like it linguistically, too. 

Honorable Mentions: Baby Fever, Hibiscus and Honey, Natural, A Failure of A Valentine’s Day, Call It Destiny, How It Always Will Be, Promises, Poetic

Bonus: Things I haven’t written or haven’t published but am excited to release- 

My pieces for ShikaSaku Week; I had never considered the couple before but now I’m highkey hooked. Some of them I like more than others, but I won’t say more until they’re all posted :3

A Kacchako piece titled Cherry-Orange Blossoms, which is a modern Hanahaki AU. I’m just ready to break some hearts; y’all ain’t ready. I’m also working on a Dekuraka Soulmate AU titled The Quantum Mailbox, where Uraraka finds out he’s her soulmate but he died in a car accident and she has to send letters back in time to basically rewrite history. Hooray for random sparks of inspiration at 2 a.m. 

Finally, a re-write of my most successful piece to date, Daffodils Bloom After Winter. Nothing else has gotten near the response or attention, and I’m hoping the remaster is better than the original. Stay tuned for these! 

#ask game #top ten ask game #roxas answers things #roxas answers stuff #ask me a question

[anony-phangirl]

Not Gonna Fall For You

Chapter 6: Visiting Cherry Blossoms

Chapter Summary: The family vacation is about to come to an end. That being said, it’s the day before they leave Japan, and of course, saving the best for last, Charles and Katheryn Sanders end up taking the gang to the cherry blossom garden… But things end up getting real bad for the fake couple.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1500 + 116 = 1616 in total

Warnings: Swearing, along with a kiss at the end of this particular chapter - for this chapter

A/N: Alright, so back to it then! BE PREPARED!!! IT’S THAT SCENE WE’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL EVERYONE!!! THIS IS NOT A FLIPPING DRILL!!! MAN YOUR STATIONS PEOPLE!!!! :00

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Roman was nervous.

He didn’t know why, but he had a feeling that something might go wrong. After everything good that’s happened in that week, he knew something was gonna happen, he got the same feeling when he went to London with his family just before Virgil’s break up. So what could this have meant? He didn’t know what to expect, but he’s hoping that it couldn’t be all too bad.

A knock on the door brought him back to reality, making him look up at the closed door.

“Boys, you ready yet?” He heard from behind the door. It was Mrs. Sanders.

“Uh, no! Not yet mom!” Virgil replied as he wore a shirt. “Almost!”

It was currently lunch time and they were all about to go eat somewhere before going to visit the garden of cherry blossoms.

“You ready Ro?” Virgil asked, glancing at Roman who was putting on his shoes.

“Almost.” He replied, smiling up at Virgil before resuming to getting ready.

This was going to be a bit of a looong day.

— — —

Virgil let out a sigh of cold breath, leaning into Roman.

They were currently in the bus, on their way to the Cherry Blossom garden.

“Alright kids, just remember! We will be here for the entirety of the day. Up til dinner as we will be eating there.” Charles said, just as they arrived. “If ya’ll leave before anyone else, please do inform us.”

Everyone else nodded in agreement.

“Welp, we’re here kids! Be sure to enjoy!” Katheryn said, smiling at the four boys as they all headed towards the entrance.

— — —

Virgil snapped a few pictures as he and Roman walked down the path.

The garden- thankfully didn’t have a lot of people… At least not yet.

“This place is big.” Roman said, looking around.

“I know right.” Virgil said as he glanced at Roman, snapping another picture of the scenery with Roman in it.

This cycle has been going on for quite some time now, with Roman making small talk, and Virgil taking pictures.

“You truly have a talent for photography Virgil.” Roman smiled as he stopped walking in front of a lake.

“Thanks.” Virgil replied, a light blush on his face as he snapped a couple of pictures of the lake. Once he finished, he glanced back at Roman to see him admiring a flower. “Find something you like?”

Roman glanced back at him, a fond smile on his lips and that look in his eyes.

“Just a flower…” He replied, picking one from it’s stem. “Reminded me of you…”

Virgil felt himself flush as Roman handed him the flower, he hesitated, but accepted it as Roman placed it behind his ear. It reminded him of that scene from Hercules.

“Was that even allowed?” Virgil asked as they began to head towards a bench that they saw near the lake.

Roman shrugged in response. “Dunno, but you look prettier with it.” He smiled, taking Virgil’s hand and intertwining their fingers.

“Why do you have to be so cheesy?” Virgil asked, covering his face with his other hand as they reached the bench.

“Well, as your fake boyfriend, I am obliged to treat you as a princess.” Roman responded as they sat on the bench, hands still clasped together.

“Is that why you carried me back to our hotel room when I told you I was tired after the Disney Sea trip?” Virgil asked, an eyebrow raised.

Roman nodded, before they looked out at the lake, silence taking over.

“Vi, do you mind? I want to take selfies with you…” Roman asked, glancing at him and breaking the silence.

“No, not at all!” Virgil smiled as Roman took out his phone.

A few more photos were taken, a couple with wacky poses and three where they were both laughing and one where they were just staring at each other, a certain look in their eyes.

Once they settled, silence fell between them again as the sun began to set. Virgil let out a sigh of content as he leaned into Roman, who smiled down at the slightly younger boy.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to do this with someone I love…” Virgil spoke quietly. “I always thought that it would’ve been… Him…” Roman felt his heart break a little as Virgil paused. “But I’m glad it’s you…”

Roman smiled wider, wrapping an arm around Virgil as well. “I’m glad to share this moment with you too, Virgil.” Roman said before letting out a sigh of content.

And once again, silence fell between them. A nice type of silence that felt fitting towards the moment. Only, Virgil couldn’t shake his anxious thoughts away. He’d always tried burying said thoughts deep in his mind, but he can’t exactly shake this off anymore.

And yet, he didn’t want to ruin the beautiful moment that he’s sharing with his best friend…

“What’s on your mind, my prince?” Roman asked, facing Virgil.

Virgil moved away from him, looking into his sincere gaze before letting out a sigh.

“What- what’s wrong with me Ro?” Virgil began. “Am I lacking? Am I not enough? Why did he-? We were happy, so fucking happy and he just had to up and ruin that… And I just can’t stop feeling that it was me who lacked something! I hate him Ro! I hate him so much…”

Virgil found that he was shaking, and he felt something staining his cheeks, it took a while before he processed that he was crying. And Roman pulled him in for a hug.

“Hey, shh… You aren’t lacking in any way Virgil. Lucas was an idiot for hurting you. You are an amazing person, a perfectly imperfect person, that has selfless flaws and is only looking to mend a broken heart.” Roman spoke softly, gently rubbing his back.

After a moment of soft sobs and silence, Roman slowly pulled away to look Virgil in the eyes, golden brown meeting blue-green, as he wiped the remaining tears away.

“S- Sorry for- for ruining the mo- moment…” Virgil spoke softly, as he hiccuped a few times, a small laugh escaping his lips.

“Oh Vi, you didn’t ruin anything.” Roman gently said, giving him a reassuring smile. “It’s completely fine. I don’t mind reminding you of how absolutely amazing you are.”

Virgil laughed, a genuine laugh, at that. “Yeah well, you’re not so bad yourself Princey.” Virgil replied as a smirk played on his lips, and his tears have stopped falling.

“Well, thank you, and did I mention that you are a beautiful crier?” Roman responded, making Virgil blush a little at the compliment.

“Oh shush you.” Virgil said, giggling as he playfully hit Roman’s shoulder.

“What? Not like it’s not true!” Roman chuckled, glad to have made Virgil smile again. “Okay, okay. Look, I’ll describe it to you…”

Roman then gently grabbed Virgil’s face, as the giggling and chuckles died down a little. Virgil felt his face heat up at the close proximity, while Roman brushed his bangs away to see both of his gorgeous eyes.

“Beautiful eyes…” He muttered, before snapping back to the task at hand.

“You have a lovely heart shaped face, with two close-lobed ears.” Roman began, his hands moving up to brush his hair behind his ears. “And an adorable button nose, with dimples to match whenever you smile that amazing smile of yours.” Roman said, bopping his nose before poking the sides of his cheeks, making him giggle again.

“Oh shut up…” Virgil interrupted, giggling a little more.

“What? It’s true! And your skin’s pale-complexion mixes well with the darkness of your hair.” Roman said, smiling at him as he glanced up at Virgil’s hair. “And I love the purple highlights that you’ve added to them.”

“Yeah, you’ve mentioned.” Virgil softly said, a small laugh escaping his lips again.

“Well, can you blame me? I love them… And not to mention those gorgeous blue-green eyes of yours…” Roman said, his voice getting softer as he stared straight into Virgil’s eyes, getting lost in the colors and the feelings hidden within them. “It’s like staring at a reflection of the sky from the sea, something I wouldn’t mind staring at for forever…”

“Did you really just- DEH that?” Virgil cut in, smiling at that.

“Maybe… But I’m being serious, about that. And your lips…” Roman said, his eyes moving down to look at Virgil’s lips. “Your pale pink lips, that any guy would be lucky to get a kiss from…”

At this point they were merely centimeters apart, and Virgil could feel the beating of his heart racing in his chest, he wasn’t sure what was happening, but he felt… Excited, and nervous. As he probably would if the guy he loves is about to kiss him… But he doesn’t know that.

“Virgil… May I..?” Roman softly asked, his voice only a little above a whisper. And with a small nod of agreement from the other…

Their lips met.

#ts-storytime #ts-storytime submission #ts-storytime 2018 submission #prinxiety #sanders sides #logicality #roman prince #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan quin

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

What will demon!Harry and angel y/n be doing this Valentine's day night ;)

ANDREA!!!!! WHAT WOULD DEMON!HARRY AND ANGEL!Y/N BE DOING ON VALENTINES DAY??

Hey Andrea! What would demon Harry and angel (y/n) do for Valentine’s Day?

So Harry would probably be a little stumped on what to do since it’s been such a long time since he celebrated Valentine’s Day.

For his last Valentine’s Day, he’d courted a girl he’d known since childhood named Rosie by letting her pick three of her favorite animals from his family’s livestock to have as her own. He’s pretty sure that giving Y/N a couple of healthy pigs wouldn’t really suffice as a modern act of affection.

So Harry decides to be the cheesy, cliche lameass from the movies that he so hates and picks up his phone, making a reservation at one of the most elegant restaurants in the city and he goes out and gets a custom tailored suit for the night, also buying Y/N an outfit that’s similar to his in pattern and color scheme.

If they’re doing the cliche date, he doesn’t want to do a cliche dress, too, so he gets her a pretty jumpsuit made of blood-red material with cherry blossoms embroidered into the expensive fabric. Heels are out of the question because she’s never owned a single pair and he really doesn’t want the night to end with her in a hospital bed at the ER. Not when it could be his bed instead.

A pretty pair of black flats will do, the dark, glossy surface of the shoes dusted with glitter and he thinks she’ll definitely like that detail.

Harry gets home from shopping, somewhat struggling to enter through the door with the two outfits covered in a plastic sheath to protect them from the weather. Y/N is slumming it on the couch watching Cupcake Wars, clad in her big, oversized bunny pajama pants and a large Friends sweatshirt, stuffing her face with a box of fancy assorted chocolates he’d gotten her from that little Godiva shop down the street, not noticing that she’s given Chandler a coconut-shavings mustache.

“Up.” His voice quips, her head whipping back in alarm at the sudden authority in his tone.

Harry can’t help the endeared grin that wrestles his cheeks as he eyes her own, which are puffed out with Lucifer-knows how many pieces of candy. “I said up, sweetheart. We’re going out for Valentine’s Day.”

Getting her to shower is a task worthy of an Olympic medal. Y/N refuses to at first, not wanting to leave the house, having too much of a ball being a lazy sack on the sofa cushions. The succession of events that finally gets her to abide goes as so.

Harry says that he’s taking her to a nice restaurant so that they can spend some quality time together. Y/N whines and kicks like a child, shaking her head as she pops another strawberry- and nougat-filled bonbon into her already overflowing mouth. Harry sighs grandly and drops their clothes on the dining table, walking over to stand in front of the TV, blocking her view of the contestants presenting their Valentine-themed pastries. He crosses his arms over his large, broad chest, tilting his head to the side and giving her a stern look.

“I’m going to count to three and if your cute little ass isn’t up and on the way to the bathroom by the time I get there, I’m going to pull down my pants, underwear and all.”

This gets her going. He hasn’t even reached two when she’s already stumbling toward the shower, the leftover candies flying all over the couch and carpet. He calls after her, saying that if they shower together they’ll be cutting time out of the process, but he only says it to fluster her. It’s fun.

After they’re both washed up and dapper in their matching outfits (Y/N had taken a strong liking to her’s and she thought it was absolutely adorable that they were twinning), Harry doesn’t even notice the soft, fond smile that twitches his lips upwards as he watches her add the finishing touches to her hair.

“You look so handsome.” Y/N wraps her arms around his torso from behind as he’s finishing buttoning up his tuxedo jacket, smoothing his large, ring-clad hands down the front and grinning at her through their reflection, looking down at his designer dress shoes to try and hide the blush that’s stinging his cheeks raspberry red.

“Really?”

“Yeah!” She pushes herself up onto her tiptoes, kissing at the back of his neck and at the tips of his tiny ears. “You’re so pretty, Harry.”

“Mm.” He turns to face her, hands perching on her hips as he brushes the tip of his cold nose along her warm cheeks. “Say it again. Love it when you talk dirty to me.”

This earns him a bonk upside the head to which he responds to with a wheezy cackle.

During the car ride to the restaurant, Y/N still seems to be a little pouty about being dragged out of the house so Harry reaches over, intertwining their fingers and bringing her knuckles up to his warm mouth, sponging his lips across the dips between each one. “I’ll get you whatever dessert you want, don’t worry.”

Everything is going fine until they get to the restaurant, where it appears that they don’t have the record of Harry’s reservation. Y/N stands off to the side a bit as he argues with the host, messing with the ends of her hair nervously as she watches the vein in Harry’s neck chisel deeper and deeper across his throat.

She finally steps forward, wriggling her hand into the curve of his elbow and tugging him gently, her voice soft with growing fear. “H-Harry, it’s okay. We can go somewhere else.”

Harry throws a glance over his shoulder at her and his eyes go completely black for a millisecond. “No, I’m not fucking leaving! I made this reservation about a week ago. This is absolutely ridiculous!”

“Harry—“

But he’s already turned back to the man at the front desk, who looks just as scared as she’s feeling. “You would think they’d have a decent computer system here considering they charge almost a hundred dollars for a plate the size of a coaster!”

“Harry, please.” Y/N puts as much emotion into the small phrase as possible, squeezing his bicep weakly and praying that he backs down.

Harry turns on her now, his head whipping back with his eyes ablaze with annoyed rage. “Y/N, don’t you see I’m trying to—“

Something he sees causes him to stop mid-sentence, his harsh words crawling back into his mouth and dive-bombing into the pit of his stomach.

The corners of Y/N’s eyes have tinted a faint bright red, her irises glossing over more than usual, looking watery. There’s a few ridges between her brows and the edges of her cherry-stained lips are tilting down into a scared grimace. Her expression comes together to show fear and concern.

This causes Harry’s own eyes to soften, body loosening up at seeing how his behavior is affecting her. The frigidness in his shoulders melts away, giving into her touch as he takes a step back from the fancy marble desk in a ceasefire. “Okay…Yeah, okay, we can go, darling. I’m…I’m sorry for causing a scene.”

When they’re back in the car, Harry slumps into the driver’s seat, wishing he could disappear into its cushions. He’d almost ruined the whole night.

He turns to Y/N, who is carefully putting on her seatbelt, and reaches over to cup her face in his palm. She cradles her jaw into his hand, glancing up and giving him a small, timid smile.

“I’m sorry for being a prick and almost trashing today.”

“It’s okay.” She shrugs one shoulder lightly, taking his big hand in both of her’s and pressing her lips against the back of it. “Knew you just wanted to give me a special night.”

Harry’s lips shift into a tiny crooked smile, his fingers closing around her’s. “I just wanted to make it memorable. Went with the whole cliche, as much as I think it’s shit. Did it for you, though, so it’s worth giving up my dignity.”

Y/N releases a small giggle, shaking her head in endeared amusement, her voice sarcastic. “My hero.”

Harry crinkles his nose in faux disgust, shaking his head in disagreement. “I don’t think so. Capes aren’t my thing. And being the good guy.” Harry’s eyes flit black. “Definitely not my thing.”

She rolls her eyes playfully, squeezing his hand lovingly and blinking at him with so much care that he wishes he could bottle up this moment and store it in his chest to replace his heart. She just looks so beautiful with her hair all dolled up, her lips the color of red wine, her feet tucked towards each other shyly in the dainty sparkly flats, and his ruby ring hanging from a delicate chain around her neck. He wishes he could stare at her until Hell freezes over.

“Honestly, Harry…” Y/N’s soft voice breaks him from his trance, his black heart hiccuping in his chest as she looks up at him bashfully from under her thick lashes. “I don’t need a fancy dinner or handmade chocolates or,” she tugs lightly at the material of the elegant jumpsuit that pools around her thighs, “a ridiculously overpriced—yet insanely beautiful— pantsuit. I just need you, your soft hair, your pretty eyes, your plush lips, and your warm hands around me. That’s all I could ever want from today. Just you.”

Harry’s cried very few times in the last couple of centuries and right now counts as one of them. The tears don’t actually come out, but they gather at his waterline and at the inner ducts of his eyes before he blinks them away and sniffles back his emotions. He gifts his girl an airy laugh, licking his chapped lips slowly and blinking at her with so much adoration it hurts. “Alright, then. How about…How about we go to the movies? Heard that actor you like has a new one out. Chris Brat?”

“Oh, hush!” Y/N shoves him over with a loose fist as both of their giddy laughter bounces off the walls of the car. “Pratt. He’s so cute.”

Harry reaches forward and turns on the ignition, the car purring to life as he shrugs his eyebrows carelessly and gives her a cautionary snort. “Chris Probably-Should-Watch-Yourself-Or-No-More-Neck-Kisses.”

Y/N releases his hand so that it falls limply into her lap, where he squeezes her thigh jestingly. She raises her palms upwards in a sign of surrender. “Not a peep more from me.”

“That’s what I thought. Now, what do you think they’ll say when we show up looking like we’re headed for the Met Gala?”

#drabble #demon!harry

[akechi-kikyou]

Long Goodbye: Chapter 3

AN: I meant to update this earlier, and in fact, I have a solid chunk of Chapter 4 done, so another update maybe soonish?  Also, I got a message about long text posts, but it was cut off and I never did find out what the sender was saying.  If that was you, I’m sorry for whatever I did.  I  always put these posts under a read more to avoid taking up a lot of room on the dash.  Unfortunately, that doesn’t show on mobile.  Sadly, there’s not much I can do about that.  I do post this on AO3 as well, so perhaps if my posts are horribly inconvenient, it’s better to follow me there?

The steakhouse that they were being treated to turned out to be in walking distance of their hotel. McCree took them in a back entrance, one arm slung around Genji as though they had been friends forever.  In the meantime, Hanzo felt like a third wheel who had been driven through salt.  He lagged behind the duo with Shuichi and the others following.  None of the Deadlock Gang came with the damn cowboy because, according to McCree, he was in good company and could “take cara myself”.  

In the restaurant, McCree took them up a set of stairs and into a closed off room with wide windows overlooking the patio.  Upon seeing it, Hanzo wondered why they couldn’t have met here instead of on a train, but decided to keep it to himself.  Genji sat next to the other young man, and Hanzo sat across from them while Shuichi decided to stay outside with the other men.

As soon as the other two boys sat down, their phones were pulled out while they babbled over whatever it was that they were mutually interested in.  Hanzo barely listened, and he kept his eyes on the menu in front of him instead of watching them exchange phone numbers.  When they were done, he overheard McCree saying, “I’ll get it to you before you leave, ‘specially if you call me so I don’t forget.”

Feeling done with this entire situation, Hanzo became so ready to get back to the hotel that by the time the waiter came in to fill their water glasses and take drink orders, he was already set to order his entree.  McCree was just rolling in the dough tonight, wasn’t he?  And so Hanzo had no qualms about ordering a $200 Kobe steak.  Hearing this order, the punk cowboy in fact remarked, “Well, that does sound mighty good.  Make mine medium-rare.”

“Oh yes.  Mine as well,” Genji chimed in.  

Once the menus had left those two’s hands, they were back at it again, with McCree describing some gory scene that had apparently happened in some trash that he had been reading.  At least Hanzo was sure that it was trash.  He didn’t take the cowboy to be any kind of connoisseur of fine literature.  

After a long sigh, Hanzo stared down into his water glass and began to daydream of places that weren’t here.  Home immediately came to mind.  He wished that he was back there with the cherry blossoms instead of seated across from two children who were playing gangster for fun.  Lost in his own thoughts, he barely heard McCree talking to him.  He would have gone right on ignoring him if he hadn’t heard his own name.

“My apologies.  What was the question?”

McCree’s smile was full of patience and amusement, “Said how bout you, Hanzo?  You like doin’ anything fun?”

Why was McCree asking him this?  Furthermore, why did Hanzo care that he couldn’t think of anything that the other two would call fun?  He shrugged as he picked up his water glass,  “I like to read.”

“It’s true,” Genji chimed in.  “He reads all of the time.”

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that,” McCree was still smiling at him, and there was something about it that couldn’t go ignored.  

It was perhaps too long that they sat there looking at each other, but the moment was interrupted by the waiter bringing in a bottle of honey colored liquor and three shot-glasses.  Once it was sat on the table, their host’s face lit up as he started to pour out three shots.  “Here we are!  Do a shot with me, fellas!  Let’s call it sealin’ the deal.  Ain’t a man you can trust like a man you had a drink with.  Someone or another said that before, I think.”

Hanzo started to say no, but of course Genji had already grabbed a glass, and McCree had one of his own.  He was too old for peer pressure, wasn’t he?  So why did he find himself picking up a glass and half heartedly joining in the toast?  

Hanzo downed the liquor quickly, grimacing at the way it burned his mouth and throat.  “It’s horrible,” he complained bitterly when he could speak.

“It’s an acquired taste,” McCree shrugged as he tossed the water out over his shoulder and then poured some of the liquor into the now empty glass.  “Been at it since I was 15, so it goes down like Koolaid.”

“What is Koolaid?”  Genji questioned.

Hanzo zoned out before he could hear the answer because he had a more important question.  Would their father approve of them drinking if it was for the sake of a business partnership?  He didn’t have to know did he?  Just like he didn’t have to know about the burger meal that Hanzo was still slightly full from eating.  Sojiro also didn’t have to know that his eldest son was about to waste a $200 steak because he had thought ordering it would take McCree down a peg.  That damn boy was just too confident and cocky.  He was just throwing around money like he did with that water on the floor, and he kept smiling...

When Hanzo looked up, the cowboy was looking right at him and had the audacity to wink.  Who did he think he was?  If it was Genji behaving this way, a lecture about behaving properly would surely happen.  But Hanzo couldn’t do that with McCree, could he?  And so he had to endure those little smiles, and he had to wonder what they were about.

One good thing did come of the night, and that was Hanzo learning of an American concept known as the “To Go Box”.  He only managed to finish a quarter of his steak and couldn’t even touch the accompanying vegetables.  American restaurants gave out entirely too much food, he had learned.  And now he was amazed to learn that the waiter would pack up the leftovers in a box that could be popped into a microwave to be reheated and eaten at a more convenient time.  Unfortunately, the only reason he learned this was because McCree saw his struggle to finish his meal and requested it from the waiter on his behalf.  Once the food was packed up, McCree scooted his chair over and used the handle of his fork to scratch letters into the lid of the styrofoam box.

“See?  Wrote your name so you can tell it from Genji’s,” he smiled again, and Hanzo felt his face turning red.  He also felt like stabbing McCree in the nose with a fork.  Instead of acting on either of those, he stood abruptly and headed for the door with his box.

“Genji, we are going.  It’s late.”

“Aww,” his younger brother complained.  But he stood obediently with his own box and started to follow the eldest out.  “Thanks for everything, McCree.  I will see you before we leave, right?”

“Promise,” McCree nodded.  “Cross my heart and hope to die and all that.  I’d walk you fellas back, but I think I’mma help myself to mor’a this…”

Hanzo rolled his eyes at the sight of the young cowboy pouring himself another drink.  It was proper to say goodnight, but at this point, all his tongue held were bitter words.  Only when they were in their car for the short drive back did he allow some of them freedom.

“A fucking kid,” he grumbled as he glared out of the window. “I should have known father wouldn’t trust me to handle anything serious.”

“Did you say something?”  When Hanzo turned to Genji, he found his brother using his finger to trace the letters that formed his name in the styrofoam box on the boy’s lap.  When had that happened?  Why did he even care?  The younger brother started to frown as he fidgeted with the box lid.  “Hanzo?  Brother?  Are you… angry with me?”

Was he?  Or was he angry with McCree?  Or was it their father?  Or was it himself?  Their car came to a stop, and Hanzo got out quickly before storming into the hotel to avoid giving his brother an answer that he didn’t have.

Once he was in their room, Hanzo immediately dropped his box in the trash.  Then he went into the bathroom to shower away some of the salt.  The water running all down his body from head to toe was soothing enough to wash away his anger, leaving him with guilt caused by how he had acted tonight, especially towards Genji.  His little brother was a nuisance, true, but the boy’s heart was mostly good.  Mostly.  Genji had his wicked ways every now and then, but he was much slower to anger and quicker to show love than his older brother.  With this in mind, by the time Hanzo stepped out of the shower an hour later, he had decided he would make it up to Genji.

By the time he returned from the bathroom, all of the lights were off and the TV was being watched by no one.  Genji was lying on his side in the second bed with both arms dangling off.  The clothes the younger brother had been wearing were thrown all over one of the chairs so that the former wearer was now clad only in his green boxers.  Smiling a little, Hanzo gently pulled the TV remote from one of his brother’s hands.  Then he covered him with a blanket and gave the other’s head a pat.  

Once he was sure that Genji was ok, Hanzo got into bed.  Tomorrow, he would make things up to him by having an entire brothers only day with him.  It would be a long time in the making and probably a lot of trouble.  Hanzo couldn’t wait.

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Traveling and all of the excitement of yesterday must have taken its toll on Genji because the youngest Shimada brother didn’t wake up until a bit after noon.  Once he was awake, the first thing he did was start whining that he was hungry.  Hanzo had already gone down for the free continental breakfast, but he felt like he could eat again, and so he suggested that they go to the hotel restaurant.  This allowed him to take more pictures not only to fool his father, but also because he really loved the scenery and he did want to remember this time with his brother.  As Genji put it, “It’s rare that we get to spend time together that isn’t you watching over me while I’m being punished.”

Hanzo looked down, at first not knowing what to say.  He didn’t want to come across as overly sentimental, but his opinion on his brother coming along for this trip had changed.  How he felt about his sibling was also changing.

“You did well yesterday,” he spoke at length. Looking up, he found his brother’s smile to be as bright as the sunlight that lit the patio area.  This should have been encouragement to follow through with more kind words, but instead, he added, “But I was angry with you for not telling me beforehand that you knew McCree.”

Genji’s face fell, and he immediately protested, “But Hanzo, I didn’t know it was him!  At the arcade, he didn’t look like some cowboy.  Not really.”

“But he said that he knew he would be seeing you…”  Hanzo trailed off, and Genji picked up immediately.

“I haven’t seen many Japanese people around.  He must have known that way.  It was McCree to approach me first.  We didn’t talk about the meeting at all.  Just played Area 51 together.  He’s really good at it.  That makes sense now, knowing he’s the gunslinger…”

“Hm,” Hanzo steepled his fingers.  There was a lot going on in his head, but seeing that his brother was no longer smiling, he made the decision to try to put those things aside in favor of having a good day with his only sibling.  Getting the dessert card that was still left on the table, he pointed out the sundae that he’d had yesterday.  “Look at this dessert, Genji.  The chocolate isn’t like anything you’ve ever had before.”

“You ate this?”  Genji asked with slight disbelief showing on his face.

Hanzo nodded, “I did.  Today, I’ll eat it again.  You should try it.”

“I think I will,” the younger agreed.

Hanzo would wish that he was able to say that they had a lunch that was full of sharing and getting to know each other, but the truth was that he often found himself struggling to relate to this younger brother.  Though they had the same parents, they were raised differently.  As a result, Genji was outgoing and friendly while Hanzo was introverted and could seem abrasive.  Other than the trip they were currently on, what could they talk about?

He might have thought that the day was a waste, but going to the clothing store and a pair of black and white plaid shorts in particular saved it.  It was Genji’s idea for Hanzo to try them on.  The older brother protested at first, but then the youngest showed practicality by reminding him of the Santa Fe heat.  Besides, Hanzo rather liked the pattern and decided to pair the shorts with a black t-shirt with a white dragon on the front.  

“Wow,” he remarked upon looking at himself in the fitting room mirror.  He did like the casual clothing, particularly how they made him look like the teen that he sometimes forgot he was.  It was his legs that made him question if this was a good look.  “I didn’t realize that I am so pale…”

“Just your legs.  They don’t match the rest of your body,” Genji was cracking up at the moment, and this helped Hanzo to find the humor.

“What are you saying?”  He pointed as his brother’s own exposed legs, which were not quite as pale as Hanzo’s but they were definitely scrawny.  “Honestly, it appears we are both victims of skipping leg day.”

“My legs are well toned,” Genji crossed his arms, but continued to be amused.  “I’m shocked that you would confess to skipping leg day.”

Hanzo shook his head as he started to study his pale limbs, “It must be some Shimada curse to have pale bird legs.  Suddenly, father’s pet name for you makes sense.”

“That isn’t why,” Genji stuck out his tongue and then stood so that his legs could be easily compared to his brother’s in the mirror.  “And look at this.  How are you older, but your legs are even thinner than mine?”

“I’ve skipped more leg days than you,” Hanzo smirked as he started to look at his whole outfit.  Aside from the pale bird legs, he thought he looked pretty cool.

“So you DO skip it too,” his brother gasped.  

“No, I don’t, but now I know that you do.”  Though he was teasing his brother, he became suddenly worried that Genji would think the eldest was going to go tattling to their father.  To dispel this, he gathered up the clothes that they were wanting to buy and started out of the fitting room.  “I’m going to wear this today.  We have today and tomorrow for our legs to get some sun, don’t we?”

“That’s true,” Genji agreed as he grabbed what was left over and followed his brother.

“Good!  What do you want to do now?”

Genji replied without missing a beat, “Let’s go to the arcade.  I can show you Area 51!”

The younger brother worked in mysterious ways.  Hanzo didn’t know why Genji wanted him to play this game, but since he had vowed to make this day for his sibling, he didn’t protest.  Once they were finished shopping, their purchases were put into a car to be taken back to the hotel by some of their men.  Then they went to the arcade.

Hanzo wasn’t a complete stranger to fun.  As small children, he and Genji had a lot of it together; stepping into the arcade made him remember this.  The younger brother wanted to go right for Area 51 once they had two cups filled with tokens, but Hanzo grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Hold on.  Look.”

The game he was taking his brother to was skee ball, and it certainly brought back memories.  Hanzo stuck his token in and Genji immediately hit the button.  Then he grabbed a ball and held it out to his brother.

“Like when we were small.”

Hanzo felt all of the warmth in the world as he replied, “I was thinking about that too.”

Taking the ball, he turned and then bowled it up the lane, aiming for the 100 point cup, but just missing it narrowly.  When he turned, Genji had another ball for him.  Blushing slightly, he admitted, “I’m out of practice.”

“I know you can do it, Hanzo,” his brother looked at him in a way that was too much like when they were kids.  It made the eldest Shimada sibling both happy and sad.  After all the things said between them, the brotherly love was still there and they could have this moment of fun the way they used to as children.  It was bittersweet because Hanzo didn’t know when they might have another chance like this.

But for now, Genji was smiling and encouraging, “Maybe a few games to warm up.”

“No,” Hanzo shook his head as he rotated his arm.  “This time.”

So he promised and so he delivered.  

Earlier, he had worried that there was nothing for them to talk about, but this simple arcade game had taught him two things.  One, they didn’t need to talk for the sake of talking.  Just being together while doing things that they both loved was enough.  Two, they did have things they needed to talk about.  Hanzo just didn’t know when to start those conversations or how to begin.  

But the time passed quickly, seemingly measured by the increasing amount of tickets that Genji held onto while Hanzo continued to earn them.  Eventually, the younger suggested that they go cash in what they had, and Hanzo agreed with a nod, “My arm is a bit tired, anyway.  Use them to get something you like.”

“Hm, I don’t know,” Genji replied rubbing at his stomach with a slight frown.  “I don’t really like stuffed things anymore.”

“Well then, get something cute to give to your girlfriend.  The ramen shop owner’s granddaughter, isn’t it?”

“No, I don’t really…” Genji started and then grimaced more.

This made the elder brother frown, “Are you feeling alright?  Your face is starting to look like my legs…”

“I feel strange,” the younger admitted.  “My stomach…”

“I’ll take you back,” Hanzo felt panic threatening to rise in him.  Sadly, the first thing he thought was that his father was going to blame him for letting his beloved Sparrow get sick.  Pushing that thought away, he put an arm around his brother and started to move him towards the door.  

“But the tickets,” Genji protested.  “And we have so many tokens left.  And I didn’t show you Area 51.”

“We’ll come back,” Hanzo promised him.  “For now, you should get in bed and I’ll...I’ll call father and find out what to do.”

Because he sadly didn’t know what to do when his brother got sick.  Hanzo was used to taking care of himself, which mostly meant powering through whatever was ailing him with the help of herbal remedies and over the counter medications as needed.  

It was just a short walk back to the hotel, but it felt so long with him worrying about Genji.  As soon as they were in their room, he laid his brother down and then moved the trash can within reach right on time.  The younger brother immediately grabbed it and emptied his stomach into it.  

Now Hanzo was feeling the panic.  Going to the bathroom, he wet a towel and brought it back to clean his brother’s face with.  While he did so, he used his freehand to pull up his father’s number.

“I think I’ll be alright now,” Genji spoke from bed.  “Don’t call him.”

“I have to tell him something,” now panic stricken, Hanzo closed his phone again and looked at his brother.  “We haven’t even checked in with him.”

Hanzo was only realizing this now, and it was not helping him to stay calm at all.  Covering his face with both hands, he slid them up and towards his hairline, pulling up his features and then letting them drop.  Sadly, he muttered, “I am the worst.”

“You are not the worst,” Genji argued.  “You do everything that he tells you exactly the way he tells you to do it.  You can’t even have fun because you worry about what he will think.”

“But you have plenty fun,” Hanzo shot at his brother.  “You are always doing things you aren’t supposed to do.  If anyone is punished for the things that you do, it is ME!”

“I’m sorry,” the younger brother looked down.  “I ruined today.  This was your chance to have fun, and I… ruined it.”

Sighing, Hanzo got onto the bed next to his brother and put an arm around him.  There were a lot of things that he could have and should have said, but he was at a loss for words.  At length, he sighed, “I have no right to complain about my responsibilities.  Try to rest now.”

Genji seemed as though he was going to protest, but Hanzo grabbed the remote and turned on the television, effectively ending their conversation.  

He knew very little of American TV, and so he flipped through, hoping to find something interesting.  After about fifteen minutes of this, he heard his brother’s breathing pattern change, and looked over to find that he was sleeping.  Good, he thought.  A little nap would be good for the both of them.

Just as he started to nod off, he heard his phone’s message chime and snapped awake.  His father!  That was the only person he could think of that would be messaging him.  Sojiro was probably demanding a phone call to find out how everything was going.  This meant that Hanzo would have to tell him what happened with his brother; he couldn’t bring himself to lie.  

Swallowing against a lump in his throat, he opened the phone, but then blinked at the unfamiliar number.  Confused, he read the message twice.  Then he looked at the face of his sleeping brother.  After a bit, he sighed and slipped away from him.  He covered Genji with a blanket and tucked his phone into his pocket.  Then he quietly left the room.

#Overwatch AU #McHanzo #Young McHanzo #Hanzo Shimada #Jesse McCree #genji shimada #mitsu's fics

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GAMERS! Episode 01

Nobody participated in the game! Jerks.

I kid, I kid. I love you all.

So now that we’ve hit some of the big shows I’ve wanted to do for a while, it’s time to get at some of the lighter things! And mostly, I mean lighter workload. One-cour specials that I can burn through in a fortnight. Is that how you spell the actual word? The game has been so massively omnipresent over everything I look at that I can’t tell anymore.

…Anyways it’s GAMERS!, episode 01! Here we GO!

-We begin, with a blue sky, a flying plane, and a title pop! Then we scroll down from a school roof, down into a classroom. Everyone’s staring. It’s nearly 4 PM. Two figures stand against each other. Some folks have some pretty amazing faces on. Time is still. Like, full-on ZA WARUDO level time is still.

-And then…The clock finally clicks over. The cicadas start to buzz…And then die. Alas, poor cicada.

-SPRING!

-Hard cut to a game store advertising some naughty materials, as a narrator explains how some people are ‘above the clouds’. All the hottest titles for the PZ4 are out in force, and I’m pretty sure I recognize at least one cover. A young man gathers up some older, cheaper games on sale, as the narrator explains how these people might be an idol, a world-stage athlete, someone you truly adore…And for some, it might be a 2D character. As he picks up the game Golden Memories and I swear to god that girl in the center of the cover looks like she was in New Game. Is this from the same studio?

-Most can only watch these figures from afar, a source of distant admiration…So, when the cutest girl in school walked into the game store at the same time as this young man narrating, and suddenly spoke to him, one Amano Keita lost all capacity to get his body and brain to communicate. The entire stack of games (including titles like LEGION OF THE FANTASY, BASE COMBAT, and a baseball game I can’t read but I know I’ve seen that art style in a Japanese baseball game before) falls from his hands, and his eyes turn cartoony as his thought process just breaks.

-And Tendou Karen introduces herself properly…As Keita’s brain hooks together what he knows of her. The rich, call, curvy, flawless young lady of the school, the sort that draws admiration from her fellow girls and adoration from the boys. She’s smart, she’s beautiful, and she’s got amazing athletic results too. She seems almost too perfect to be real.

-The visuals make it clear that all this is going to fall apart. And our sloppy goofy hero is the reason why.

-She’s not famous, but she IS the kind of girl who has to hold a bag under her locker because of how many love notes are gonna fall out when she opens it every day. The idol of the school. Meanwhile, Keita’s a goofy loner dork who’d rather play vidjagames and is firmly in the middle of every metric the school tests him on. Average height, B- grades, damn near perfectly in the middle of all his athletic tests. Like, it’s almost impressive how nondescript he is by the on-paper metrics.

-And his brain is snapping and oh god he’s freaking out HE’S FREAKING OUT OKAY DEEP BREATH CALM DOWN CALM DOWN. She ends up helping him pick up the games, as he begins to wonder if this is going to lead to extortion or something. (The X makes it sound cool) Because he just cannot ponder why Tendou Karen of all girls would be talking to him, in a game store, and not the kind of family-friendly super mainstream one that only sells E rated games your little brother’s heard of, either. There’s an eroge poster right outside.

-As they pick up such games as STOIC BATTLE 2, and Evil ElEmEnt. But then she asks him if he likes these games, and he freaks out so bad he drops them, and now she’s gotta pick them back up because his hands don’t work. And OKAY DEEP BREATH CALM DOWN SHE’S JUST A NORMAL HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT LIKE YOU NO NEED TO FREAK O—

-She picked up Golden Memories.

-…OookAY IT IS TIME TO FREAK THE FUCK OUT MAXIMUM PANIC ENGAGED

-Oh god it’s even worse.

-The game advertises itself as specifically selling blonde-girl fantasies, and includes wardrobe malfunctions.

-You get three guesses as to what color hair Karen has and the first three don’t count.

-And thus now SHE’S having a bit of a freakout and both try to play it off and woooooo boy this somehow managed to get even more awkward. Could a spout of flame please consume him now to end this torment thank you Satan. He has to try and play off why he had a blonde-gals dating sim in his hands and he insists he just was reading it to see what it was about and of couuuurse, she totally understands, yes let us both just lean on this easy explanation that lets everyone walk away…

-But of course Keita is actually kind of a total dork for the design process of them and how tightly they managed to sell a game which is when he realizes he miiiight have oversold it OH GOD TOO FAR PULL OUT PULL OUT

-Yep she’s staring.

-PANIC.

-But she breaks out into the giggles, because she’s amazed with his passion about it…And she’s…She’s like him to…To join her…

-In the game club!

-The what now?

-Hard cut to an arcade, with a small group of folks from the same school playing a flashy mahjong arcade game, when a pink-haired young lady needs the help of one guy, Tasuku! There’s an amazing(ridiculous) looking stuffed cat in the claw machine, and he’s got the magic touch…And of course, having a desperate young lady needing his help would turn the eyes of any straight young man.

-But you’re paying for the play. You’re not cutting into his game budget with this thing.

-EVEN BIGGER EYES. Why you little…

-But, okay. Deep breath. In goes 100 yen, and okay, focus, watch the toy…And Tasuku pulls the magic trick, hooking the stuffed cat’s tag with the claw! One play, and it’s in this young lady’s hands! He tries to play it cool, but inside he feels like a total badass having pulled this off for his cute, if slightly ditzy, girlfriend. The visual cue would like to let you know that his pride will soon fall.

-That night, the whole gang finally leaves the arcade…When Tasuku spots Keita over by a bench, just kinda staring down onto the bench? What’s going on with him? …Well, it doesn’t matter. He’s just some dork without a hot girlfriend.

-The visual cues want to let you know that soon this dork and Task’s hot girlfriend will be meeting in secret and Tasuku will fail.

-So Keita is staring, because Karen is explaining. She just started the gaming club, since, well, there isn’t one. It doesn’t even entirely exist yet since she hasn’t done the initial round of recruitment to get the school to accept their existence, and youuuu are her first recruit! And wow, you’re polite. …Chill, Keita. Even her classmates are all super polite. Her teacher is polite to her! Hell, when she plays Mario, Bowser himself is polite! Okay that one has to be bullshit. Maybe it was a bug?

-It did happen after three straight days of trying to beat the speed running world record for the game… You were unconscious and dreaming! Your body collapsed from lack of capacity! The only bug is the one in your damn head that led to you thinking that was a smart thing to do!

-And Karen breaks out into the giggles, having finally gotten through Keita’s shell…As she admits that the gaming thing is a bit of a secret. Her friends don’t really know about it…She even picked this school because it once had a famous gaming club. But…It collapsed, in the time between her testing in and her first day at the school…She spent her whole first year politicking behind the scenes to get the school to let her revive it, and now she’s ready to make it stronger than it ever was! That’s actually impressive.

-But what will it be, exactly…? Well, playing games, of course. But not just that. They’ll be playing them seriously. Competitively. This isn’t just about the love of games. This is about games as self betterment. And for that, she needs the kind of souls who can slam themselves against the wall again and again until they finally, finally break through. And she found one, in you! The wind picks up, the springtime cherry blossoms swirl around them, and Keita is in awe, as he finds himself…

-Finds himself…Unsure what to say…When her mother texts her! She has to get going she’s already breaking curfew wait for her after school tomorrow BYE! Ohgodrunrunrunrunmom’sgonnabesomad

-That night in his tiny little apartment, Keita slacks upon his bed, playing his totally-not-a-PS-Vita. I think I will call it a PZ Vivio, because stupid references are the best references. So anyways he’s playing it, and he can’t help but feel like this game club thing…This could be huge! The event in his youth that he’s been waiting for! Is this a dream? A magical wonderful dream—He just got a text.

-Okay. Deep breath. Pick up the phone. See what it says.

-Oh, it’s just an alert. A game friend, Mono-san, is requesting help in a mobile MMO type deal. Sure. Sure thing. PZ Vivio go down, phone goes up…

-And then we fade over to the cutesy, curly-haired girl who is Mono-san…Just to make it clear what we’re dealing with here.

-Cut to the next day! Class just wrapped, and Keita takes a deep breath, as he has to decide what to do…And Mono-san needs help again? Well, he can take a couple minutes to dive into a boss battle, besides Karen was probably just fucking with hi—

-HEY KEITA

-Yipe!

-Yep she went and found him because waiting for him to find her sounded boring. And dang, you play mobile games too, huh? And everyone’s starting to stare. Okay. Okay deep breath they should go to the club room right now! He races out after Karen, having just declined the help request and please forgive him Mono-san…As Tasuku and his group watch this hapless dork walk off with the hottest girl in school.

-To the stairwell! Where we meet Misumi Eiichi! Keith is confused. He’s her other first recruit! She found him at the arcade playing vintage puzzlers! And he’s all kind of embarrassed, as Keita quietly realizes how much of a fucking idiot he was thinking he had a chance at this…

-But then Eiichi extends a hand, and admits he’s not a super sociable guy. But he’d love to be friends with Keita. And…You know what? There’s not a damn thing wrong with ‘just’ making some good friends who he shares a passion with. Keita shakes that hand with both of his own, and it might not be the dating sim fantasy he had in his head, but this still could work out just fine…

-As all three head for the clubroom, where Karen admits she had to do some very cunning work to get them to approve the club…But they get there, and she flips the door sign to reveal it is now OPEN! She even did a custom club sign with cute pixel art on it!

-The place is already kitted out with tons of games and setups, fight sticks and spare pads…And the other recruits. Kase Gakuto, who Karen has to introduce because he’s busy playing. Then, over there playing Guilty Gear is Oohiso Niina. Both of these two are the senpais of the group, and Niina is not listening because all that matters is the Guilty Gear.

-And Gakuto here is one of the top FPS players in the world, as he wrecks face at CSGo. Or as Keita calls it, COS. And Eiichi admits that he really only knows vintage puzzlers. Well they’ll have to teach you!

-And the best part? Everything here was bought over the last year by entering in local tournaments! The school may not be super into games, but they damn well like having trophies to display and students bringing in their own club funds! But what good is a game club if there’s no game playing? Come on, guys, pick something and play~!

-And Gakuto wants to see what these guys can do…

-Straight up first round, team deathmatches in Battlefield. Gakuto wrecks face, with Karen close behind, and the rookie guys do…Poorly. Next round! By the fifth match, Keita is better than two of the bots on his and Gakuto’s team, while Eiichi is slowly but surely improving a little. MORE ROUNDS. 30 rounds in, Keita is actually slipping from sheer exhaustion and Eiichi is getting intense too…

-A full two hours later, and Keita collapses. Karen even has to ask Gakuto to go a little easier on the new recruits, but no. He’s not running a damn training school. You learn or you fall behind. Do you want to be stuck here all on your own again, jerk?

-Also as an aside, they have a legit straight-up Guilty Gear XRD Rev2 poster up on the wall. No BASE COMBAT for that franchise.

-Also Gakuto strongly questions whether Eiichi has really never played one of these before. You got the hang of twin-sticking it really quickly for someone new…And you got three kills on him. Eiichi insists he just got lucky, but at this point I’m pretty fuckin’ sure he’s lying. But whether he’s secretly got practice or just is a fast learner…

-But as for Keita, why the hell did you just stand in that corner jumping up and down on that car in the last round?! He, he wanted to see the scenery past the wall…Well you’re making everyone else on your team’s life harder, you jackass!

-And soon Karen has to calm everyone down and call for a break, as she and Eiichi step out onto the balcony…And Keita just stares, as Gakuto goes right back to CSGO on the PC and I’m not entirely sure Niina even realizes the two newcomers are here. Karen ends up asking what got the two into games…And Keita realizes he doesn’t, really, have one…

-Contrast, say, Gakuto, whose father is in a PMC and so he came into the FPS genre with tons of core practices already in his head that got translated into game mechanics. Or Niina who is trying to pull her best friend back from the dark side. (Your friend turned out to be a Gator, huh? I’ve been there, lass. May your trials serve to bring them back to sanity.)

-And Keita suddenly feels very, very awkward…At least Eiiichi doesn’t have any good reason either, so Keita can just relax, and take a deep thorough drink from his coke can…

-He just lost his memoirs and when he came to, the only thing he was good at was vintage puzzlers.

-SPITTAKE

-Keita suddenly feels like the only sane man in a world gone mad. And Karen tries to lighten the mood and encourage them to stick around. This isn’t about being some world-class gamer. It’s just about the core idea of self-betterment through games, and anyone can do that, no matter where they’re starting off! Eiichi is sold. Give him the form, he’ll be joining!

-And Keita? Well…Keita…

-As he steps out of the room, Gakuto promises to teach him proper team play, and Niina silently shoves an old fight stick into his hands. They might be weird, they might be a bit intimidating, but there’s a kind and genuine heart in their core. This might just work. He can make this work! So he can most definitely say that he’ll—

-Pass! You guys are all super competitive and he’s into single player stuff and RPGs.

-Pardon?

-New day! Class! Keita has realized by now how much of a FUCKING IDIOT he was, when his phone buzzes! Mono-san needs his help…Sure, sure thing, that’ll clear his mi—

-Karen appears! And she’s not giving up. Join. Her. Club. She’s interested in you! And that gets everyone to go silent, as she holds out her hand…And the timer on Mono-san’s request ticks down, lower, lower…Keita reaches out, and…Taps it at the last second! What were you saying, Karen?

-…He…Look. He can’t join the game club.

-Why? Is it because you don’t think you’re good enough? They’ll take care of you, rookie or otherwise!

-…No. He’s…He’s not into competition. He likes the love of games. He’s not a competitive guy at all. Your focus is fantastic, but it’s just not for him, so…

-So Karen suddenly feels like she just got dumped. And everyone’s staring. She goes tsuntsun to try and save face but god dammit quit trying to be nice to her! She walks out in tears…Only to slip on a banana peel and faceplate so hard that she’s got to flee at top speed in a panicked sob…

-As Mono-san sends Keita a thank-you note for the save.

-Episode 01: Amano Keita and Chapters of the Chosen

-TO BE CONTINUED…

…You fucking stupid idiot.

#where I watch #recap #anime #gamers!

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Believe Me

Chapter 5/??

Relationship: Rin x Reader (Your/Name) , (Full/Name)

Summit: Inside the class there was the same confusion of always, Rin and Bon were fighting over something stupid, Shima and Konekomaru were trying to stop them while Shiemi and Izumo were laughing for the scene. Everything was as always. Until the bell rang. The Exwires notice that the professor was late, but nobody knew why. When the door opened… A new student arrived to the True Cross Academy. She’s smart and strong, still a quiet and solitary person. Moved by a strange feeling, Rin would like to know her, help her if he can but nobody would think that that student was someone so… special.

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The whole class is staring at you. You’re next to your partner, pointing at the wall with your sword. The blue fire is all over your body, but seems it doesn’t bother you at all. What are you? Why you are not afraid of that guy and his powers? He could go in berserk again and hurt everyone…

<<Wow Rin, your flames are so powerful!>> you say looking your swords, <<So cool, they’re so warm… See? You’re not hurting me! You did a great job!>> you praise him ruffling his hair.

<<Hehe, it wasn’t hard like I thought.>> he blushes and looks into that purple eye, <<I-it’s you… You kept encourage me and trusted me… It helped me a lot. Thanks.>> “Her hands are so gentle and little… How can she holds those swords with these tiny hands? Aren’t they heavy for her?”

<<Isn’t over yet!>> you hit him lightly on the arm, <<Let’s bring that down! First, I move a bit forward, when you’re ready, swing with all your might towards me, ok?>>

<<W-wait, explain me the plan. I don’t wanna do anything that might hurt you!>>

<<I’m good in handling the Elements. I’ll be a conductor for your attack and by controlling how many more flames I can, we break the obstacle.>>

<<I trust you. I can’t control my powers very well, so if you see that my attack is too powerful for you, don’t even think to take it. Promise me (Y/N)!>>

<<I promise! I’ll accept everything from you.>> you stand in front the wall and face Rin, <<Bring it on!>>

Concentrating, the demon holds his weapon with firm hands and takes position. Moving instinctively, he cuts the air with Kurikara and stays still, worried for the partner. A huge mass of fire is moving at high speed towards you. Get in position one sword horizontally and the other one with the blade downwards, you’re ready to suffer the blow. Moving like a sophisticated machine, you hit the flames with the downwards blade, and changing your balance, you’re dragging all the attack along.

“Fuck! It’s so hard to control!” grasping your weapons firmly, you can guide all those flames against the wall, shattering it with a loud sound.

<<Amazing…>> a whisper flies in the room.

<<Aha.. ha… aah….>> you fall on your knees for excessive strain, “Damn it, I used too much power…”

<<(Y/N)!!>> Rin rushes to your side and checks if your injured, <<Are you ok?>>

<<Y-yeah…>> you hold your hand on his shoulder fearing to faint from any moment.

<<You’re so pale…>> the son of Satan notices that your shaking and your eyes are tired, <<Let me help you.>> he’s taking you up and support you, while everyone is coming.

<<(Y/N)-san you’re amazing!>> Shiemi takes your hand in hers and smiles happily, <<You were so cool and so strong!>>

<<T-thank you…>> you’re not used to the compliments you receive yet, so a shy and forced smile is your best reaction, for now.

<<Not bad girl.>> Shura picks up your swords and approaches you, <<Your skills are excellent. You know how to hold a weapon, how to use it for defend and how to use it for attack.>> she gives them back to the student and for sheathe them, she breaks away from the demon.

<<It wasn’t nothing special, Kirigakure-sensei.>> you lose your balance again, but Rin catches you in time by the waist, <<S-sorry…>>

<<Do you want me to take you to the infirmary?>> he pulls you to his body for being sure to support you and avoiding that you’ll fall again.

<<It’s all for today!>> Yukio reads the results, <<The best match was Rin and (Y/N). They were the fastest, they could overcome the obstacles with wisdom, agility, balance and see where was their teammate during a battle. (Y/N) was smart enough to take the big part of the plan and leave Rin behind, aware that he could break the wall. She was a great leader, and Rin was excellent to fully trust her and do everything his teammate was saying. Today, you both have a full score; well done.>>

<<……>> it takes times for you two to process, <<Full score… REALLY?!>> Rin hugs you and make you spin with a bright smile, <<We did it (Y/N)!!>>

<<Hahaha yeah! Great job partner!>> you touch his hair and make him stop, you got the nausea, <<P-put me d-down please…>>

<<Oh sorry, sorry!>>

<<Both of you can go back. The lesson is over.>>

 While the others stay in the arena, you and Rin walk in the corridor, leading to the classroom and get the bags. The demon wants to bring yours, you’re tired already, he wants to help you with everything. He continues to apologize, you got injured at your hand and he can’t forgive himself.

<<Rin, I told you.>> you’re thinking of knocking him down to shut his mouth, <<It’s not your fault. It’s just a scratch, don’t worry, ok?>>

<<But… How can I make you forgive me?>>

<<What about stop apologizing for just a little scratch? It’s really nothing.>>

<<No! Tell me, I’ll do anything, except for that one!>>

<<Stubborn, aren’t we?>> you think seriously for something simple for him, <<…What about you cook for me tonight? I’m starving.>>

<<Cook?>> again, his eyes are sparkling like Christmas lights, <<Yeah, I’ll make everything you want! Do you have preference?>>

<<I’ll leave that to you, you’re the chef.>> you say with a playful smile, <<While I take a bath, you prepare the dinner. After that, I’ll help you with your homework. Deal?>>

<<Yup!>> his tail moved quickly to a side from another, <<Let’s go!>> he takes your hand and starts to run to reach the dorm as soon as possible.

 Once arrived, Rin takes a quick shower while you’re talking with Ukobach, thanking him for the tea. The blue demon walks in and apologizes for the wait.

<<If you apologize another time, I’ll break your teeth.>> you say standing up, <<Ukobach, could you please make another cup of tea for later? It was so delicious!>>

You leave leading for the bathroom and in that moment, arrive Yukio and Kuro. They’re staring at Rin, he’s so focus on cooking. All the ingredients are used in his recipes, and shortly thereafter, a whole table is filled with any kind of food he could make.

<<For who is all this stuff…?>> Yukio looks like is gonna be tortured by all those dishes, <<I can’t eat all of it… Are you crazy, nii-san?>>

<<No, it’s for (Y/N). She’s taking a bath and->>

<<Rin sorry, I have a problem.>> you showed up with a towel around your naked body, <<Okumura-sensei, welcome back.>>

<<…..(Y/N)-san… What are you doing exactly?>> asks Yukio adjusting his glasses, <<Nii-san, stop staring at her, it’s rude.>>

<<S-sorry!>> “Crap she’s gorgeous!! Oh my god, my heart is racing so fast!”

<<Ehm…. While I was bathing, I remembered that I don’t have any clean clothes…>> you’re so embarrassed right now, since when you’re so stupid? <<C-could you give me s-some… kindly? Tomorrow I’ll return them!>>

<<I’ll give you mine.>> Yukio walks towards his room, <<Do you feel uncomfortable with a t-shirt and shorts? It’s summer, so I don’t want give you heavy clothes.>>

<<It’ll be fine! I apologize for the trouble!>> “Fuck me, why I forgotten my clothes! Why! Great, and now?”

There is an awkward silence. Rin keeps staring at you without notice it, but you feel his gaze on you.

“Why it doesn’t bother me that he keeps looking? What’s happening to me?” <<Ehm… I h-have something in my hair?>> you manage to ask that; your face is painted with a bright shade of red for the embarrassment.

<<I was thinking…>> Rin approaches you but maintains the distance, <<Your hair are so long, it will be difficult to brush them by yourself... I c-can do it for you, i-if you d-don’t mind that.>>

<<T-then… W-where I am supposed to sit?>> you’re waiting for his instructions, <<…R-Rin?>> he’s staring at you again, but this time he looks right into your purple eye.

“She’s so cute with the blush. Her eye is like a gem, and even she was bathing, her smell didn’t disappear. This smell of cherry blossom is so good…” <<Y-yeah! You can sit here!>> he guides you towards a chair.

<<T-thanks.>> slowly, he lays his hands on your bare shoulders and pushes you down in the seat. You pass him your Japanese comb, and wait for him to start.

“Focus man! You can do it! Brush them little by little, don’t hurt her you dumbass, got it?” paying attention to his own hands, the Exwire divides your hair and takes a little haircut. Then, carefully and gently, brush it. To break the silence, he asks you: <<So… Where are you from (Y/N)?>>

<<I don’t remember.>> she replied sincerely, <<I have confused memories of my childhood.>>

<<Oh, I see. Then what you remember?>>

<<Mh…>> you close your eyes focusing on your memories, <<My father abandoned me in a horrible place. Destroyed by the war and… Each place I went, everyone looked at me so badly, they beated me saying I was a monster.>>

<<Why? You were little, certainly you didn’t something wrong.>>

<<Due to my hair and my eyes…>> you say with a sad voice, <<The color of my eyes and my hair is so strange that people think I’m the daughter of a demon or something like that. I’ve learned how to fight for survive; I never killed anyone, but I beated very badly up someone. I’m not proud of it, but they attacked me first, I was only protecting myself.>>

<<And… How did you come here?>>

<<I was poor, so I worked hard to save money. I know a lot of languages, so I wanted to learn about demons and exorcisms too.>>

<<You…. Didn’t do that job, right?>>

<<That job? What are you talking about?>>

<<You know… like selling your body….>>

<<What?! No!>> you pinch him on the leg and he apologizes immediately, <<I did the exorcist more or less; I used my odd look to make money. Once I arrived here, I worked for a while to learn the language and then I came to the academy. I’ve always worked, so I don’t know anything about this country->>

<<Wait, are you saying that you’ve never played a videogame? Watched an anime or read a manga?>>

<<..... M-manga…?>>

<<You’re kiddi->>

<<Sorry (Y/N)-san. It took me a while to find some clothes that would suit you.>> Yukio gives them to you, <<Here. Please go and change yourself before you’ll catch a cold.>>

<<Thank you very much, Okumura-sensei!>> you stand up quickly but careful not to hurt Rin, take the clothes and go to find an empty room.

<<Nii-san? What are you fantasizing about?>> Yukio know his brother well, <<Don’t tell me is about->>

<<Smooth skin and soft hair…>> he wakes up from is dream, <<I must show her all about anime, games and manga!>>

<<Yeah, yeah. Do it after your grades will be more stables.>> the young teacher sits at the table and waits for his student to join.

<<Sorry for the waiting!>> you come back with a long t-shirt and black shorts. Shyly, you sit and stare at the food, <<Rin, did you make all of these? Wow, you’re very skillful with your hands!>>

<<Haha, don’t make compliments, enjoy your dinner (Y/N)!>>

<<Thanks.>>

While you’re eating, Kuro keeps touching your swords. You don’t mind that, but that gaze hit Yukio’s curiosity.

<<(Y/N)-san, may I ask you something?>>

<<Yes, of course.>>

<<Where did you get those katanas?>>

<<…..>> you pose the fork and look at your plate, <<I… stole them to a corpse…>>

<<W-what?!>> the brothers spit the food they had in their mouths, <<To a corpse?!>>

<<I needed something for protecting myself, and walk around the town I found them… Since then, I’ve never fought without my swords…>>

<<Sorry, my question was rude.>> Yukio is trying to cheer you up, but that sad expression won’t disappear.

<<You stupid four-eyes….>> Rin glares at him and pats your head, <<Don’t worry (Y/N)! Oh right, I made some sweets too, wanna try them?>>

<<Yeah, I really like sweet things!>> you say with a forced smile, “Why my past is always after me? I’m tired of these kind of questions… Why your hair is white? Why your eyes are so creepy? Where did you get those? Ah, I’m really sick of it…”

 After dinner, you helped Rin washing the dishes while Ukobach did a cup of tea for both. During that time, the young tried his best to make you forget the conversation about your past, and seems that he had success. Now you’re explaining a pharmacology exercise, but Rin doesn’t understand it at all, so you decide to take a little break.

<<Ah (Y/N), can you teach me that move?>> the boy asks waving his tail like an happy dog, <<Pretty please!>>

<<What move?>> you repeat drinking your beverage.

<<The one you used against Bon in the classroom.>>

<<Ah, that one. Come here.>> Rin approaches you and stops in front of you ready to learn some cool shit, <<It’s simple. Look.>> you take his wrist and in a second, he’s on the ground, <<Like that.>>

<<Woah, what the fuck?! What happened? Haha so cool! Again!>> he stands up and looks at your hand. Explaining how to use the hands, you move slowly, so he can understand everything and avoid to get hurt.

<<Try.>> you offer a hand to him and smile, <<Take your time to->>

[SBAM!]

In a second, the table is under your body in thousand pieces. You blink twice for understand what happened.

<<Jesus Christ!>> Rin’s face pops out into your vision field, <<Are you ok?! Oh my god, I’m so so sorry!>>

<<………>> you staring at him, <<Did you just->>

<<I know I’m a freackin' dumbass idiot! Jesus, are you ok? Did I hurt you? Please say something!>>

<<Pff… Hahahahaha!!>>

<<Eh…?>> he doesn’t understand why you’re laughing so honestly and happily, <<Did you hit your head?>>

<<Haha, my bad!>> you sit up crossing your legs, <<You’re the first one who could take me down.>>

<<What? Really?!>>

<<Until now everybody failed even to touch me. I was too fast or too strong for them. Hahah, you got me!>>

<<Yeah cool, but did I hurt you?>>

<<Nah.>> you grab his hand and stand on your feet, <<But you killed an innocent table. Shame on you Rin.>>

<<C’mon, it’s just a table!>>

<<Who cleans this mess before Yukio comes? I’m helping you with your homework, so…>>

<<I get it, I’ll do it!>>

While he cleans, you’re sitting on another chair and Kuro jumps on your lap. That cat is so cute, it's impossible resist to pet it, so you’re running your finger in its fur and Kuro melts under your touch.

“Kuro, you bastard! I want to cuddle with her too! You little fur ball, you gonna pay for this!”

<<Now, let’s finish the homework. It’s late.>> you leave a sleeping cat on the table and walk toward Rin.

The argument isn’t easy, so you’re trying different learning methods for him, but nothing is working like you thought.

<<Mmh, how can I explain this to make it easy for you?>>

<<Sorry (Y/N).>>

<<And now what are you apologizing for?>> you say without looking away from the book and your notes.

<<I’m not smart, and… I’m a demon and->>

<<Stop it right now Rin. It pisses me off when you talk about yourself like that.>> your tone is serious.

<<But it’s true->>

<<It’s not!>> hitting the table with your fist, you scared him, <<Do you know the difference between a demon and a human?>>

<<N-no…>>

<<Then listen carefully because I won’t repeat it again, am I clear?>> wow, you’re scary when you’re angry, <<A demon is someone cruel, heartless, he does everything he wants and doesn’t give a shit about the people or things around him. A demon is coward, he kills, rapes and tortures just for fun. It’s disgusting.>>

<<……>> “Why her eyes are so furious? Maybe I did something bad…”

<<A human is different.>> your voice goes back to a calm tone, <<A human is kind, strong, funny. A human is caring about everything, people’s feeling, animals; he has a heart and he can be brave. He feels pain and joy, he cries and laughs, he can feel the body warm, he can feel what’s around him like the wind, the rain… Don’t listen those idiots who say the opposite.>>

You notice that his eyes are red, so you get up from the chair and trap him in your arms. He hides his face in your chest and stays still, trying to calm himself down using your heartbeat, <<(Y/N)….>>

<<You’re human Rin. You’re a brave, kind, caring and funny person.>> you add stroking his hair, <<Don’t say that ever again. Understand? If someone talks about you in a bad way, I’m gonna kick her/his ass!>>

<<Thank you (Y/N)… Really…>> Rin moves his arm and rests them on your waist.

<<Don’t worry, I get your back.>> you kiss his head and rest yours in those fluffy blue hair, <<You’re not alone Rin. Not anymore.>>

<<It make me feel at ease when you smooth down my hair…>> his voice is so calm, <<...Don’t leave me…>>

You felt like a weight on your chest, and then realize what happened.

<<He’s asleep…?>> you move a little, <<Haha, so cute. Sweet dreams Rin.>

---Continue...

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18 

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[omgjennastyleshoran]

Betty's on her Period (Part 2)

Hey guys!!! How’s everyone doing? Good? Well that’s fantastic!! Bad? Aww… I’m sorry love, I hope your day gets better!!! BACK ON TOPIC: THANK YOU FOR LOVING THE LAST IMAGINE!!! IF YOU HAVEN’T READ IT, CHECK IT OUT ON MY TUMBLR!!! Ship: Bughead (Betty and Jughead) Warnings: Mentions of Periods. Menstrual Blood. Fandom: Riverdale Betty’s phone has been ringing all day long. The buzzing against the coffee table was driving her insane. Jughead excused himself real quick as he had to go upstairs and use Betty’s restroom. Betty was on the verge of exploding. Her while face was starting to turn red in anger. The phone rings once more. Betty snatches her phone and presses Accept. "HELLO!” Betty shouted, "Um… hey B. Everything ok?” She heard a familiar voice on the other end of the line. It was Betty’s River Vixen Cheerleader buddy, Veronica Lodge. "Oh… um hey V. Sorry for yelling” Betty said, in a hushed tone of voice. "Me and Archie were wondering where you and Jughead were. You didn’t show up for school. The both of you aren’t answering your phones.” Veronica said, "It’s nothing Veronica. Just not feeling well today. Jughead is taking care of me while my mom is away to Chicago” Betty exclaimed, "Oooohhhh. Are you guys planning on doing something?” Betty can hear the smirk forming on Veronica’s face. "The two of them just started dating Ronnie. Give them a break” Archie said. Veronica had Betty on speakerphone this whole time. "Hi Arch. Look guys, everything is cool. I’m just under the weather.” Betty said. "How about me and Archie stroll by your house later on tonight?” Veronica suggested, Thanks guys, but I prefer to get some rest and get better. I’ll be back to school in a couple of days. I’ll talk to you guys later.” Betty said, Veronica and Archie agreed that it was the best option to let it go. They said ok and Veronica hung up the phone. Just then, Jughead walked down the stairs. "Who was that? Your mom?” Jughead asked, "It was a certain red head that lives next door alongside a raven haired princess. They called to see why you and me didn’t go to school today.” Betty answered. Jughead hummed as a response to her. Betty let out a little groan. She has been sat on the couch all day long. Her legs were completely killing her and were starting to cramp up. "Juggie, can you help me up? My legs hurt.” Betty asked, trying her best to get herself up. Jughead hopped to his feet and held his arms out for his Juliet. She grabbed on and he lifted her up. The feeling inside Betty did not feel good at all. She felt wetness down her thighs. A cramp hit her hard and she gripped onto Jughead’s arms. Jughead started to comfort her, but his eyes went down to the couch where Betty was sitting in, covered in more blood. "Oh god… um Betty? The couch.” Jughead said, adverting his eyes away from the couch and wishes the memory to be erased out of his head. Betty looked behind her and let out a muffled “fuck” between her teeth. She quickly waddled up the stairs to go fix her situation. She knew the reason why this happened: Jughead didn’t get the right kind of pads for her. The blood Jughead saw on Betty’s bedsheets earlier in the morning wasn’t as bad as this. It looked like a crime scene was committed. Jughead didn’t know how to clean this sort of stuff out of the couch cushion. His sister, Jellybean, is only 10 years old. She hasn’t gotten her period yet so he doesn’t really know how to handle situations like these out. But thank god for the internet. Jughead typed into Google “How to clean up period blood.” He looked at the instructions and ran into the kitchen to try to get the blood out of the cushion. After 5 minutes of scrubbing, most of the blood came out. He quickly washed his hands and threw the cushion into the washing machine. He put Betty’s sheets into the dryer and threw in 2 fabric softeners. "Jug!” He heard a scream from upstairs. He hurried up the stairs to the closed bathroom door. The cramps made Betty feel like her uterus has being stabbed and mangled. Can you go into my room and get me some bottoms and underwear?” Betty asked. Jughead could sensed how uncomfortable and embarrassed Betty must be feeling right now. Jughead walked into Betty’s room and opened several dresser drawers. He finally reached the drawer that contained her panties. Different colors. Ones with Lace. Some Girl Boxers. And some regular plain ones. He chose one that he thought would look cute on her. He smirked and little and closed the drawer. Jughead’s book bag laid on Betty’s bedroom floor, he was supposed to have gym today. He reached in his bag and pull out a pair of grey sweatpants. He went and knocked on the bathroom door. Betty opened it slightly and she grabbed her undergarments and sweatpants. The sweatpants looked different. Are these Jughead’s? In the meantime, Betty is just gonna have to use her mothers tampons. She got situated and finished her business. Betty stepped out, the sweatpants dangled at her feet. Jughead escorted her back to the living room. Betty carefully laid down onto Jughead’s lap. He smelled so good and and always had a warm touch. Jughead reached over and rolled up the pant legs on his sweatpants. He saw dry blood on her ankles. "Hold on Bets” Jughead said. Betty got up from his lap and he went into the kitchen. He grabbed a couple paper towels and ran them under cold water. He returned and asked Betty to sit back down. She obeyed and Jughead pulled up the pant legs up to her thighs. He started cleaning her ankles, up to her calfs, and all the way up to her thighs. After wiping her legs off, he quickly dried them and got some lotion off of the light stand. Betty’s mom always longed for soft skin, so she kept small bottles of lotion around the house. Betty watched as Jughead got some Japanese Cherry Blossom lotion and squirted some in his hands and rubbed them together. Jughead started to massage Betty’s legs. Betty sighed, she felt so relaxed after the period mishap 10 minutes ago. Jughead massaged Betty’s ankles all the way up to her thighs. Jughead made no facial expressions. He just admired the way Betty was feeling. He smiled a little, knowing that he is the only one he can make her happy right now. After the massaging was over, Jughead leaned over and gave Betty’s inner thighs a little kiss. Betty was in pure bliss. She loved the feeling. She laid back down and cuddled into Jughead’s chest. "Thank you for dealing with me and my feminine problems all day today. I feel bad. I feel like a burden. I made you miss a day of school” I am so sorry Jug-“ Betty was interrupted when Jughead kissed her. They stayed like that for 10 seconds. They pulled back and looked at each other. "It’s ok. Things like this happen. And I will always be there to take care of you. I can’t bear to see the girl that I love being in pain. Just know that I will always be here.” Jughead exclaimed, giving Betty a kiss on the forehead. "Thank you" she responded. "Is there anything you need?" Jughead asked, "Um... those pads you got me... they're the wrong size. I need overnight ones. But I'll keep those when I get near the end." Betty said, "Ok. I'll walk to the dollar store around the corner and get them for you. Leftovers from Pop's is in the fridge. I'll be right back." Jughead said. He went and got the right ones for her. Although it was embarrassing for him when he had to cash out at the cash register. But he didn't mind, he would do anything for Betty. He got home 10 minutes later. Betty was munching on some vanilla ice cream cream again. He took the package of pads upstairs and placed them in the bathroom. He came down the stairs and heard shuffling. "Jug, quick question? Titanic or The Notebook?" Betty said. She wanted to watch one of the 4 movies Jughead got at the store. "Um... I don't know. The Notebook?" Jughead chuckled. They watched the movie and the both of them shed some tears. Betty eventually fell asleep on Jughead and he fell asleep soon after she did. (OH MY GOODNESS GUYS! ITS FINALLY DONE!! Sorry I wasn't able to upload straight away. I had to study for exams and I had a concert for my school and had rehearsals and everything. THANK YOU GUYS FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT! PLEASE CONTINUE TO SEND IN REQUESTS, IM STILL TAKING THEM! ❤️)

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[devilofmidtownwest]

Just sending in my thoughts on the show, not trying to start any arguments. So I actually found iron fist really enjoyable. I know it wasn't perfect and maybe I just found it better because I needed my superhero fix, but I am surprised to see how much hate it gets. I still think it was the worst out of all of the other Netflix marvel shows but I didn't think it was that bad. What are your main reasons for hating it?

I’m glad some people are coming forward and saying they liked it! I generally wish the Marvel Netflix universe well. I really wanted to like Iron Fist. I had some faith that, based on how well they did the other shows, they would handle some pretty dated and racist material and give it a real update to reflect modern sensibilities, but alas, no.

(1) Iron Fist follows the “white savior” trope to the fullest extent. Danny Rand goes Asia, then a magical kingdom in a magical Asian dimension, and not only becomes a fighter, but becomes THE BEST fighter, better than all of the natives. And then he literally STEALS a superpower from their tradition (the show implies pretty heavily that he was not supposed to be the Iron Fist) and uses it to beat them up. That’s hardcore “white people are better than Asians, even at Asian stuff” right there.

(2) Danny Rand claimed to be a Buddhist monk but he knew literally nothing about Buddhism. I don’t think anything he said was actually Buddhist. In fact, many things he said were contrary to Buddhist teachings. (And he pronounced “Om Mani Padme Hung” really wrong) The writers did absolutely no research on Buddhism - oranges don’t represent forgiveness, and Buddhist monks can’t even wear green. They also can’t fight people in anger, but you know, you’re going to have some of that with a kung fu show.

(3) Speaking of kung fu, the fight choreography was really, really bad. I would have been less annoyed by it if the Marvel Netflix hadn’t specifically made a name for themselves with their outstanding fight choreography. The actor playing Danny Rand was clearly not up to the task and/or given enough prep time, and they couldn’t rely on a stunt double because his face was uncovered, so it was pretty easy to tell that just about everyone he was fighting - many of whom were chosen for their roles for their martial arts skills - was better than him. And this is specifically Iron Fist’s thing, being a kung fu master. It’s what he was sold as in the comics; it’s part of his charm. It’s kinda like not making Luke Cage strong or bulletproof?

(4) The total conflation of Asian cultures. Colleen Wing, a Chinese woman, placed by a Chinese actress, wielding a Japanese sword and raised by the Hand, who adhere to a very vague Japanese honor code, but the Hand (at least the people that Danny visited on that campus) doesn’t seem to contain many Japanese people. Even the other scripted Asian, Davos, wasn’t played by an Asian guy. The showrunners just took whatever they wanted from wherever they wanted to make their script go, without paying any attention to the cultural sensitivities of that part of the world, which is why I can’t even get my Asian-American fans to watch it. Like they have seen every other Marvel show and movie and they are just skipping right over this one.

(5) Oh, and having an old Chinese woman as a tea-drinking opium dealer is pretty racist, too. But I like Madame Gao so much I’m willing to forgive. Except for that scene in Daredevil where she was ALSO running a laundromat, painting cherry blossoms, because someone was just ticking off racist boxes?

(6) The non-mystical part of the plot was super duper boring. It’s not hard to make problems of the 1% (as Iron Fist was pitched in certain promotions) interesting; people do it all the time. Americans love to see rich people get taken down a peg and we love office dramas. But G-ddamn did I not care who was running Rand Industries. Danny was super obsessed with it because either the plot demanded it or he wanted to be super rich, which is not exactly a lovable character trait. He associated his dad with a company that makes dangerous chemicals? Doesn’t sound like he and his dad had much of a relationship. Seeing him act like a totally unqualified CEO who doesn’t know anything about his own business was kind of fun, but most of it was about stakeholding and shares and company protocol and didn’t make a whole lot of sense. I found it hard to care about a guy who is offered 25 million dollars to go away and thinks it’s nobler to stick around to try and get more money. I’ve never been offered 25 million dollars to sit around and do nothing. I would very much like to be offered ANY amount of money to sit around and do nothing. It made Danny act like a whiny, greedy asshole, which I could understand if he had just come out of a monastery and got really seduced by the material pleasures of life (which happens to a LOT of ex-monks), but he was just right out of the gate, “This company is mine and I want it.”

(7) Danny was a creepy stalker who should have left Colleen alone. Walking in with dinner? Buying her building? Do you know how freaked out I would be if this guy I couldn’t get rid of was now my landlord? Because I would be VERY freaked out. I would probably get a restraining order. But then we learn that, contrary to the way she’s been acting, she’s cozying up to him because of the Hand? Maybe? I’m super confused but that doesn’t make him any less creepy.

(8) There are very specific laws about 72-hour holds and how psychiatrists operate. Considering not one but two characters’ fortunes hinged on it, you would have thought somebody would have looked this stuff up.

(9) Holy shit, the Hand has a cure to opium addiction? Dude Ward you make pharmaceuticals!?! How is this never mentioned again?

(10) The acting was not spectacular. Most of the main characters were having a trouble holding down their British/Kiwi accents, which kind of made them sound like they were from nowhere. Certainly not New York. It wasn’t so much of a problem until real actors showed up, like Rosario Dawson or Carrie Fisher Anne Moss, and you were like, “Oh, that’s how you sell a ridiculous line.” I actually didn’t enjoy Claire too much because she really outshone her co-stars, and her “why the fuck are we doing this stupid plan” question didn’t get answered.

(11) This whole show seemed very much like a rush job. A lot of care and devotion went into the previous shows. You could tell that the showrunners were deeply versed not only in the mythology of the shows but also some parts of them were visual masterpieces with their use of color and framing to resemble comic panels. They had plotlines that developed and ended. Characters grew. They had a reason for being there. You could tell what they were about and where they were going. Iron Fist was a visually uninteresting show that spent 13 hours setting up the Hand plotline in the Defenders, a plotline that already ruined the second half of Daredevil season 2. It wasn’t a show about the Iron Fist. We didn’t learn what the Iron Fist was, or what he was supposed to do, or why he wasn’t doing it. He didn’t seem to know himself, but the fact that he became the Iron Fist without knowing what the hell the Iron Fist is supposed to do wasn’t a plot that was explored, even though it could have been a really interesting one. He just told everyone what he was over and over again, as if somebody in the room forgot, and never supplied any explanation because he didn’t seem to have any information. This is not mythology building. This is just killing time until the plot comes along.

(12) Oh yeah, and Danny struck a black kid and called him a monkey. Let’s not forget that shit.

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100 Questions

1. What’s your favorite way to pass time at home?

Watching movies/tv series, playing the ukulele, sometimes I try to play the keyboard. Surfing the internet.

2. How do you usually spend a lazy evening?

Same as number 1. lol

3. What do you usually have for breakfast? 

If I actually wake up early enough for breakfast....eggs, rice, toast, bacon.

4. What was your first kiss like? 

This is so sad but we were playing a drinking game (truth or dare) and I was dared to make out with one of the guys. lol

5. Have you ever travelled alone?

Yes! Been travelling alone since summer. Went to the US to work at a summer camp for the entire summer and now I’m in Norway to visit my best friend! :)

6. Coffee or tea?

Neither. I have caffeine sensitivity. But if I were to choose one, it’d be coffee. 

7. Is your room rather messy or organized? Messy!

8. How much time do you usually spend on a computer/phone?

I’d say more on a phone. I always have my phone with me. 

9. Say one thing you like and dislike about school

I don’t like the amount of stress that it brings but I do like that it keeps me busy and that I get to see my friends everyday.

10. How many languages can you speak?

I speak two languages fluently-- English and Filipino (national language in the Philippines).

11. What’s one language you would like to learn?

French! It’s so sexy!

12. Do think good grammar/spelling is important?

It doesn’t really matter in casual conversations but I think if it’s in a professional setting or like when you’re writing a business letter or something similar, it would matter.

13. What’s your favorite music genre?

Pop, Country, Indie

14. What’s your favorite meal of the day? 

I don’t really care. I care more about the food. Haha! :P

15. When + which band was your first concert?

February 19, 2011, Taylor Swift’s Speak Now Tour in Manila, Philippines

16. Do you like having flowers in your house/garden? 

Yes. Plants give us oxygen :)

17. Do you prefer texting or phone calls?

Depends on the person. I usually don’t like phone calls and  would rather text but if it’s my best friend, then I prefer phone calls. :)

18. Are you allergic to anything?

I have allergic rhinitis.

19. Describe one nice memory with your best friend

There’s a lot but I think the one that I will never forget was when she surprised me last year. She lives in Norway and she didn’t tell me that she coming to the Philippines. She was in cahoots with my mum and they kept it a secret for a month! I was so shocked and surprised and I just couldn’t believe it!

20. Have you ever been to Paris?

Sadly, not yet. :(

21. Have you ever been to Amsterdam?

Not yet either. 

22. Have you ever been to NYC?

OH YES!! I was there last month and oh my gosh, I’m so in love with Manhattan!!!!

23. Are you a gamer?

No.

24. What are you wearing today?

Black shorts, knee high socks, black tank top and a sweater

25. Do you prefer jeans, jeggings or leggings?

Jeggings.

26. Do you spend a lot of time studying?

Haha. No.

27. Are you punctual?

On rare occasions, yes. haha

28. What’s your favorite color?

Pastel colours, usually.

29. What’s your favorite type of youtube videos to watch?

Covers, tutorials, buzzfeed unsolved

30. Do you prefer dark, milk or white chocolate?

Dark chocolate

31. Do you prefer shopping for clothes online or in stores?

In stores. 

32. When was the last time you kissed someone?

Like, make out with someone? around 4 weeks ago.

33. What do you think when you look in the mirror?

Usually, I hate mirrors.

34. Do you enjoy singing? What kind of songs?

Yes, country songs.

35. Do you drink enough water? 

I don’t think so. but I know I should. Haha. 

36. What is your favorite type of shoes to wear? 

Boots!

37. Do you have/want any tattoos or piercings?

I would want piercings on my belly button, and I want tattoos on my wrists, behind my ear, on my rib cage, on my collar bone.

38. How do you feel about pastel colors?

I like them.

39. What is the last book you read?

I haven’t read a book in a long time :P but I think it was I Was Here by Gayle Forman.

40. Say the first quote that comes to your head

When the world overcomes the love of power and understands the power of love, the world will know peace.

41. Are currently texting someone?

No.

42. Do you have any posters in your room?

I used to. Not anymore.

43. How did you discover your current favorite band?

I don’t really have a favourite band per se. More like singers. 

44. Do you enjoy romantic movies?

I guess so.

45. Would you rather watch the sunrise or go for a beach walk?

How about watch the sunrise as I walk on the beach??

46. What’s your favorite Christmas movie?

Home Alone movies.

47. Are you religious?

No.

48. What’s the last theme park you’ve been to?

Enchanted Kingdom in the Philippines.

49. Do you care about fashion/being fashionable?

Not so much. But I do care about looking good.

50. Do you like scented candles?

I guess so.

51. Would you rather visit Iceland or Greece? 

Greece!

52. Is there a fireplace in your house?

No. I live in the Philippines. We don’t need a fireplace.

53. Do you spend more time in your living room or bedroom?

Bedroom.

54. At what time do you usually have lunch?

Usually 1 or 2 pm.

55. Do you know anyone’s phone number by heart?

My phone number. haha :P

56. Do you have a favorite mug?

Nope.

57. How did you meet your best friend? 

We were classmates in this acting school where we went. We were also roommates. <3 I miss those days.

58. Do you sing/dance in the shower?

Yes. Who doesn’t?

59. Have you ever considered yourself ‘emo’, ‘scene’, ‘hipster’ etc.?

No.

60. When was your first kiss?

3 years ago.

61. What do you look forward to this month?

Nothing, really. I’m leaving Norway in 5 days to go back home and every time I think about it, it just freaks me the fuck out. I start to panic.

62. Do you remember your first day of school?

Not really.

63. Do you think feminism is important?

Yes.

64. Say three things that make you happy

Best friend, sushi, travelling

65. What are you listening to right now?

Nothing. Best friend is watching something on Netflix.

66. Do you like to go Christmas shopping?

Yes.

67. Have you ever been camping?

Yep! :D

68. If your birthday could be any day, would you change it?

Birthday on Christmas sounds fun!

69. What do you think is the right age to be in a first relationship?

I think 16. 

70. What do you think is the right age to have sex?

Not really “right” age but like an “okay” age. 15, 16 maybe? I think that’s like a reasonable age, like the age that’s considered, not too young, or at least in my perspective. Just as long as you’re smart about it and you’re safe. Sex is nobody else’s business but yours.

71. How is your relationship with your siblings?

Meh, we’re okay.

72. Do you have any pets?

A doggo :D

73. Are you in love? (if yes, describe the person)

No.

74. Do you listen to music a lot?

Yes. 

75. What do you think about before you fall asleep?

A lot of things, really!

76. Do you think makeup makes people prettier?

People are already beautiful, make up just brings out everyone’s beauty even more.

77. When was the last time you were in a church? 

A long time ago! lol!

78. Do you think it’s more comfortable to wear your hair up or down?

For me, up.

79. Do you pick shampoos based on their scent?

No.

80. Say one thing you like about winter

I’ve never experienced winter, but I’m guessing I’m gonna love the snow and the cuddle weather. lol

81. Say one thing you like about fall

Having my first ever fall here in Norway. Loving the colours!

82. Say one thing you like about summer

Summer camp! and that’s everyone’s like on a holiday!

83. Say one thing your like about spring

Never had spring, but I would like to spend one in Japan and see the cherry blossoms. 

84. What’s the most beautiful place you’ve ever been?

Every place that I’ve been to is beautiful in their own ways but the one that I loved  the most, so far, is NYC! <3

85. Are you planning to travel a lot when you’re older?

Yes, yes, yes!

86. What seems like the most fun age to you?

like 30s or 40s.

87. Do you prefer the sun or the moon?

Moon. and the stars.

88. How do you celebrate Easter (if you do)?

I don’t.

89. Do you know anyone who doesn’t like chocolate?

No, not really. Who doesn’t like chocolate?! haha

90.Can you relate to most songs you listen to?

Some of them, yes.

91. Say one fun thing you did this week

I don’t know. Haven’t really done anything fun this week but um, I guess, staying up late with my best friend last Monday and like, having some late night snacks, just the two of us. Felt like the old days. 

92. Where do you see yourself in five years?

I don’t really know. Everything about my future is just, honestly, so bleak for me. But um, hopefully, I’m somewhere happy.

93. Would you change your name if you could?

No.

94. Who’s your favourite Disney princess?

Belle.

95. Do you have a clean desk?

No. I’m a messy person. haha.

96. Do you like babysitting? 

Yes, I guess. I like kids.

97. Do you often offer your friends food/a drink?

Yes, it’s the polite thing to do.

98. What is a right age to drink alcohol for the first time?

18.

99. What do you like about your favorite band/artist

I love that they’re passionate about their work.

100. Tell me one random fact that comes to your head.

I’m fucked up.

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