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georgescatcafe · 4 years

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the unofficial official catboy george au — 2

feel the same

rating: t warning/s: none pairing/s: dreamnotnap, dreamnotfound, georgenap, dreamnap genres/tags: catboy george, fluff, humor, domesticity, dogboy sapnap, dogboy dream, one shot collection word count: 3130 summary: George is part cat. Sapnap is part dog. Can I make it anymore obvious?

+ao3 +masterpost

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George stares with wide, unblinking eyes at the newcomer from his place on the couch. His tail gets staticky with every pass it makes against the couch, but he can’t help the way it sweeps the cushions with agitation.

He doesn’t like the new person. An intruder really. Dream had consulted George about it, and George had said okay unthinking, for once, and it’s come to bite him in the tail. When Dream had said their new housemate would be someone like him, George had thought that meant a fellow cat, one that he’d understand and who would understand him.

(Dream is great, wonderful, really, attentive, kind, and caring—but he doesn’t get it. Doesn’t understand George’s behaviors, what his tail means, the position of his ears. Sometimes it’s okay—George hooking his chin over Dream’s shoulder while the other is playing video games at his desk and “accidentally” brushing their necks together, he’d rather die than admit what that means to Dream—but other times, it’s like a real-life lag, George doing something, and Dream only returning that something after a Google search later that day.)

So George had thought that meant there’d be another cat in the house, a friend—maybe a friend that’s even better than Dream.

But instead it is definitely a dog that stands across from him, his overbearing scent, his floppy ears, his dumb, stupid tail wagging back and forth. George turns up his nose. “This is... interesting,” he says. “Dream, who is this?”

Dream’s eyes are locked on George’s tail, while the dog leans forward, mouth curved in an open-mouthed smile. If he were to give in just the tiniest bit more to animal instincts, George is certain his tongue would flop right out his mouth. George holds back a hiss.

“He’s my friend,” Dream answers. “He’s looking for a place to stay and we have that spare room. Also, he’s like you, so I thought maybe....”

George’s ears are flat to the top of his head. “He’s nothing like me,” George finally hisses. “He’s a dog!”

“Wait,” Dream says. “Cats and dogs actually don’t get along?” He blinks, looking between George and his friend. “I thought they just played that up for TV.”

By this point, the intruder—ugh, George’s new housemate—has lost his smile, tail’s wag slowing to a steady back and forth. He no longer is leant forward either. Good. George’s ears lift the tiniest bit from the top of his head. “Of course we don’t get along,” George snaps. “He’s a dog! Do you even realize how loud he’s going to be?”

“You’re pretty loud yourself,” Dream replies, and then, “and he’s my friend! I’m not denying him a place to stay just because you’re having a bad day.”

George glares at Dream, teeth parting slightly, a hiss rising in his throat, when a low rumble comes from across the room. George’s eyes go wide as his ears immediately swivel back and the hiss breaks from his throat, slipping through his teeth. “What?” he snaps at the dog. “You haven’t said anything since coming here!”

“Don’t hiss at him!” the newcomer says. “He’s just being nice!”

“I know he’s being nice,” George feels his metaphorical haunches lower when he realizes the other hasn’t actually run at him, just growled (though that’s not much better), and they can’t exactly come to blows in the living room, “but that niceness is probably going to get him killed someday!”

At that, the newcomer turns to Dream, who offers a weak shrug and a smile. “You know he’s right there,” he says.

Their new housemate scoffs. “Maybe.” He turns to George. “Sapnap.”

George bites back a laugh. “Sapnap? What kind of name is Sapnap?”

“I’d rather be named Sapnap than George,” the dog retorts, and George is on his feet, tail free to lash as much as it wants now that there’s room. When the dog gets closer to him, George is filled with bittersweet pleasure at the fact that while Sapnap is taller than him, it’s not by much. When they’re near chest-to-chest, George allows himself to lift onto his toes more, evening out their height.

When he accidentally catches Dream’s gaze, the other raises a brow at this behavior but remains otherwise silent. On his way out the living room, leaving George and Sapnap to settle this sudden feud on their own, George’s tail suddenly curls around his waist for the briefest of seconds in a grateful gesture. When he looks back to Sapnap, the other’s eyes are focused past George, instead looking right at where his tail remains curled in the past shape of Dream.

George’s fists clench as his tail returns to its irritated back-and-forth.

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Over time, they lose the animosity (ha!), becoming something akin to friends, though George still sticks to Dream usually when Sapnap is also in the room, and even when Dream is there, George refuses to lay on the couch on his back. He just can’t.

But Sapnap isn’t a terrible housemate. He’s not as loud as George thought he’d be—if anything George is the louder of the two, playing video games with the two and shrieking at the smallest things, yelling when the two make fun of the way his tail fluffs up—and eventually his scent mixes with Dream and George’s and it isn’t overbearing, just another smell of the house, and his tail stops being stupid and George finds he can read it pretty well. If he uses it to better push Sapnap’s buttons, well... who can blame him? He’s a terror at heart, and he’s certain Dream and Sapnap know it.

Dream says that makes him the worse housemate. George doesn’t ever respond.

So George likes being a menace and he likes leaving the two to wonder what he’s feeling, but George knows Sapnap isn’t dumb the first time George finds himself looking over to the other and closing his eyes for much longer than a second. When they open once more, he can feel the heat in his cheeks, and a smile tugs at his lips, awkward giggles coming out alongside apologies as his tail curls against his back.

With Sapnap frozen staring at him, eyes wide, George makes a quick escape, retreating to his room and climbing into bed. When a knock comes a few minutes later, his ears twitch at the sound, but he just crawls deeper under his covers. “Go away!”

“George,” Sapnap’s voice comes through the door, and George groans, pulling a pillow over his head. “George, it’s okay!”

“It’s not!” George calls back. It is. It’s normal. He supposes, he trusts Sapnap not to attack him ever, he trusts Sapnap with normal things too, the more human side of things. He’d tell Sapnap his secrets, and he’d let Sapnap tell him his. Besides, he stills has his stomach. Still keeps that protected. He’s not completely soft. Not completely gone.

He hears the door click open. Sapnap comes in, and George feels the bed dip as he sits on it. George peeks out from the blankets with wide eyes, and Sapnap sighs before moving to sit instead in his desk-chair.

“Is it really that bad?” Sapnap asks.

George pulls the blankets over his head.

“No, nope, stop, c’mon,” George feels a hand tug at his ankle through the covers, “we’re doing this, George. C’mon.”

“It’s just weird,” George replies, still under the blankets.

“It’s not,” Sapnap replies. “Besides, Dream and I tell each other we love each other, like, all the time. It’s not a big—”

“It doesn’t mean I love you,” George says, finally sitting up, the blankets falling down to his waist.

“Okay,” Sapnap agrees, “maybe not, but... you definitely trust me.”

George grumbles, looking away, but he doesn’t deny it.

“No, hey, that’s a good thing.” Sapnap taps the tip of his index finger against George’s sheets. “We live together; trust is good.”

George gives a laugh at that, though it’s pitchy, awkward and breaking, a laugh that comes only from stress. “How are you so calm right now?”

“Because at the moment, you are looking much more embarrassed than I am,” Sapnap replies, and George scoffs, some of the tension breaking, when he realizes Sapnap actually looks somewhat proud. “Seeing you like that makes me feel a lot, and I mean, a lot, better about myself.”

George glares at him. “Thanks, asshole.”

Sapnap smiles back. “So,” he finally continues, “you trust me.”

George once again looks away. “Maybe.”

“Well,” and George’s head snaps over at how suddenly serious Sapnap’s voice has turned, “I trust you too.” He meets the other’s eyes, and George swallows. “I’ve trusted you for awhile now. I was just waiting for you to feel the same.”

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George can’t get the conversation out of his head after that, watching Sapnap while he sits at Dream’s side, tail curled around Dream's back and brushing against his hand, which holds his phone, the screen on and filled with Twitter memes. Sapnap sits across from them on a beanbag that he’d bought himself as a gift, the thing overstuffed but comfortable, George must admit, after a night spent curled up on it a few weeks ago. He’s also got his phone in hand, likely doing the same thing as Dream.

It’s peaceful, calm, and George is content to lean back and—

He freezes mid-stretch, eyes wide as they flit between Dream and Sapnap, who are both unaware of what George was about to do. The fabric of his t-shirt is rough against his stomach, and it is with cherry blossom cheeks that George tugs it down, embarrassed.

But he could’ve finished stretching and stayed like that. He’d be safe.

Sapnap trusts him. Sapnap has trusted him.

George’s tail gives an irritated twitch against the back of Dream’s hand, causing the other to look over at him.

“You okay?”

George swallows before nodding, eyes dropping to his lap. “Fine,” he replies. Sapnap’s gaze is tangible. George swallows, remains where he is.

Dream gives a shrug. Sapnap gets back on his phone. George leans forward and crosses his arms over his stomach.

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Just like the stupid blink, the stupid stretch, George’s stupid neck rub is an accident. He does the same thing to Sapnap as he does to Dream, Sapnap on the couch, watching something on his laptop, when George walks in and finds himself ducking down to hook his chin over his shoulder, all under the guise of seeing what he’s looking at. Their necks brush together on the way down. They brush together on the way up.

When George stands straight once more, Sapnap’s hand comes up to press against the place George just rubbed against.

“Did you just—?”

“No,” George cuts him off. “Just wanted to see what you were looking at.”

“George.”

“Sapnap.” George takes a step back from the couch, tail low.

Sapnap turns, hand still on his neck. “You aren’t as slick as you think you are, you know. Literally all I can smell right now is you.”

And then he giggles. And so does George.

“Imagine if—,” George catches his breath, “imagine if Dream can hear us right now.”

“It sounds so weird,” Sapnap agrees, lowering his hand from his neck. “I smell you? That’s so weird!”

They get out a few more laughs before George is once again thinking about just what that means, and his tail, which had apparently been lifting to curl into a happy little hook, lowers once more. “Um,” he says, letting out another laugh, this one much more fake.

Sapnap has gone back to his phone. “It’s not a big deal,” he says. “I’ve seen you do the same with Dream. We’re housemates, I get it.”

George flushes, nodding his head. “Right.” He worries his lower lip before nodding again. “Thanks.”

Sapnap waves a hand. “I’d do the same if you weren’t so prickly.”

George tugs on the other’s ears in response before deciding the rest of the day would be best spent in his room.

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He’s lost. Completely lowered his defenses and is left at the mercy of his housemates.

Dream is out getting groceries, George having promised to make dinner, and that’s left Sapnap and George to sit on the couch, George with his knees once again to his chest as he scrolls through spaghetti recipes on his phone. He begins to shift his weight when he feels the backs of his knees getting tight, the couch cushions not actually that big when you’re a grown man and also have a tail.

So George flops over then does a little shimmy further across the couch, head managing to rest on Sapnap’s lap, then rolls onto his back, hands coming up to his chest so he can better see what’s on his phone. Meanwhile, Sapnap has gone tense, eyes wide as he stares across the living room at the TV. His gaze drops down to George, who’s none the wiser.

But then George looks up and meets his eyes.

George shrieks as he sits up, ears pricking and tail fluffing. Sapnap leans back just in time, not in the mood to have their foreheads crashing into each other. “Sapnap!” George shouts. “What the hell?”

“What?” Sapnap replies, hands coming up. “I didn’t do anything! You’re the one that laid across me!”

“My—I—”

George’s hands tug his hoodie even further down, the fabric gathering over his stomach.

Sapnap sighs, and George glowers. “It’s fine. I’m glad you feel comfortable enough with me to do that,” he says, voice placating.

George hisses. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

Sapnap’s eyes drop down to George’s stomach, the fabric still bunched up. “Why are you so determined to cover it then?”

George lets go. “I’m cold. If you cover there, you warm up faster.”

Sapnap raises a brow, eyes going back up to George’s. “Uh-huh.”

George nods.

Sapnap studies him for a second before his arms reach up and he arches his back in a stretch. George watches him all the while, eyes locked on where his stupid double-layers ride up, exposing the soft skin of his stomach.

“Sapnap,” he says, “what are you—?” He pauses when he sees the other’s closed his eyes, content to hang off the back of the couch in the stretch. The tip of George’s tail gives the tiniest twitch upward as he reaches out a hesitant hand. When it makes contact with the fabric of Sapnap’s t-shirt, Sapnap’s eyes fly open, locking with George’s. He doesn’t move, though, just waits for George to do something.

George splays his fingers then begins to move them up and down over the other’s stomach. Sapnap’s eyes fall shut again and he returns to hanging his head off the couch. A smile tugs at George’s lips. He keeps up the action for another couple of seconds before returning to his earlier position, hands once again holding his phone on his chest, the recipes page pulled up still.

He feels and hears Sapnap shift before a hand lands in his hair. George tenses. The hand moves to brush against the back of an ear. George bites his lip. Fingers curl to scratch at the back base of the ear. George tries but fails to stop the purr that begins to rumble in his chest. Instead of it stopping, it only seems to grow more thunderous when Sapnap lets out a laugh at the sound, George glaring up at the other as the ear scratches continue.

“I hate you,” George says.

“I feel the exact same way,” Sapnap replies.

;;

The problem, George finds, in curling up next to a dog is when said dog’s tail starts wagging while it’s right next to you. George bats it away again and again as it thumps on the mattress. Sapnap meanwhile is sitting up, eyes wide and ears perked as he stares at the door.

“I think the pizza’s here,” he says.

“Duh,” George replies, glaring at the stupid tail that refuses to chill. “The deliveryman’s almost to the door. You just now smelt that?”

“I was kind of preoccupied with other things,” Sapnap says, turning back to George, though his ears stay as angled as they can towards the door.

George finally gives up and just grabs the other’s tail, staring at that instead of Sapnap, who he may or may not have been marking for the past few minutes. “Whatever.”

He glances up at the other when he catches sight of Sapnap’s wide smile. “You know,” he says, “when we first met—”

“You were really mean to me?” Sapnap fills in.

“—I thought that if you were any less in control of yourself, your tongue would just hang out of your mouth like,” and, here, George demonstrates for the quickest second, ignoring the other’s comment. He laughs when the other rolls his eyes.

“Because it’d be so normal for me to be like,” Sapnap imitates the face as George laughs some more.

“That’s why I said less.” George shoves the other’s face away when he tries to lean down, tongue definitely pointed and ready to lick George’s cheek. “Stop, that’s so gross, what the hell?”

Sapnap makes another attempt. George pushes him away. He goes in again.

Dream finds them on the try that actually does get Sapnap’s saliva on George’s cheek, eyes wide as he holds two pizza boxes in his hands. “Am I interrupting something?” he asks. “You two completely missed the deliveryman knocking.”

George rolls away from Sapnap (though his tail does maybe curl around Sapnap’s as he does so), sliding off the bed and making his way over to Dream’s side. “No,” he says, eyes wide. “Nothing.” He holds out his hands in a gimme gesture. “Here. I’ll hold one.”

Dream squints at him before shaking his head. “It’s fine.” He turns back around, heading out the room and taking the enticing scent of the pizzas with him. George’s ear twitches when he hears Sapnap’s feet hit the ground behind him. He turns around before the other can put a hand on his shoulder.

“No!” he says, pointing a finger at the dog. “You are disgusting. Actually disgusting.” He narrows his eyes. “That is why we don’t get along.”

Sapnap looks unamused. “Maybe you should tell that to your tail, too.”

George freezes before his gaze drops to his tail, where it has most definitely curved around him to once again curl around Sapnap’s. He looks back to the other’s face, hating the smugness on it, and crosses his arms over his chest. “That means nothing.”

Sapnap gives a laugh, herding George out the door. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“I hate you,” George says, even as his stupid chest starts to rumble with a purr the closer Sapnap walks beside him.

“I feel the exact same way.”

#catboy george au #georgenap #sapnotfound #fic #fanfiction #mcyt

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exclamaquest · 3 years

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Would ya look at that? I got powers au brainrot now lmao. A few questions!

1) So I'm getting the idea that the remnants want to get rid of Hopes Peak because of all of the unethical shit, but what about Junko? And a few follow-ups, why does she go to the remnants alone and not with Mukuro? What is the relationship between those two also?

2) You said something about miu startin an uprising, does that include just the v3 kids or do the the kids join in? And do they eventually team up w/ the remnants?

3) what's the dynamic between mukuro kaito and maki?? Iirc you mentioned something about that a bit ago?

4) do they have like, costumes or something? Because with the whole 'hopes peak exploiting kids by using their public image to sell merch' thing, Id assume they just wouldn't let them go about in plain clothing?

5) what's ur stance on fanart?? I love this au bro and I kinda wanna draw something??

Rip that was a lot, and you don't have to answer everything obviously but I'm just rly curious abt this au cuz it's just rly fun to think about?? Anyways, thats all I got rn, hope you have a good rest of your day/night! :D

1) junko is portrayed as the dumb ditzy bad girl, same as her mentor, ibuki. she HATES it with a passion and wants out. so when the remnants "die", of course she finds them and springs them. and of course mukuro comes with her. what she doesn't count on is mukuro going back. they're a lot more realistic siblings in this au i think FDSKFSD mukuro isn't just blind devotion. she makes her own choices, even when it's hard.

2) yeah!! she gets in contact with junko after a LOT of stuff goes down and basically convinces them to help take down hope's peak in a more constructive way. there's a cool parallel of chiaki trying from the inside, junko from the outside, and miu from somewhere in the middle. she's making her own path.

3) i'm just gonna copy some notes in here FKDSKFDS

"Makoto refuses to take a sidekick and Mukuro gets saddled with two. Kaito and Maki.

In spite of not being the “leader” or paired up with Makoto, he still tries to fill the role. He’s Luminary, getting the chance to guide others! To pep them up and help them out! Tenko does not take super well to these attempts to be the unofficial leader. They clash a lot at first.

Kaito was originally going to be Makoto’s sidekick. Not even for battle reasons, but to groom Kaito into being the next leader. He has the looks. He has the presence. He has the desire to be the hero. What he doesn’t have is the ability to come back from death like Makoto can. Makoto puts down his fist and pulls all the strings he can get to reject Kaito and transfer him to Mukuro. Because he trusts Mukuro to keep him safe, which is more than Mukuro could ever hope for because she's a defector from the Remnants, and now she’s being trusted!

The moment they try to pair Makoto and Kaito together is the same moment Makoto realizes that Hope’s Peak truly doesn’t care about them. They’re setting Kaito up to be a martyr. He's brash and stubborn and self-sacrificing and so so so starry eyed when it comes to Hope’s Peak and powers and he is going to get himself killed! And Hope's Peak knows and they know this kid idolizes the heroes and the school and the idea of being a hero and still they do not care! There is no way Kaito will not die. Even after this Kaito blames Makoto. He had the chance to be a star, to really help people, and in his eyes Makoto took that chance away."

and

"Maki’s whole life is for the orphanage. Her entire worth is her worth as a weapon, in order to support the orphanage financially. She volunteers to be an assassin in place of her girl best friend. Assassin training is a lot of torture essentially. Because of this, being a healer hits her hard. She's not allowed to fight because she has to stay behind to heal. She feels useless. She’s not being utilized to her full potential. This is entirely purposeful on Hope’s Peak’s part.

Maki’s healing powers are also a big part of why Makoto pushes for Kaito to be put with Mukuro. Kaito is gonna die. Might as well have someone who can help him.

Maki’s power is so incompatible with her image of herself. This isn’t what she does. She's a weapon. And weapons don't heal.

Miu and Angie are jealous of Maki. Angie subtly and subconsciously. She’s almost passive aggressive about it. Miu loudly. Miu calls her names at breakfast and she just takes it. Not only can Maki touch others, but she can help them.

Nobody gets what they want.

After Kaito dies or nearly dies, and then comes back he starts pulling Makotos. Maki's always there to bring him back. Until she isn’t.

Mukuro and her idiots. The four of them (Mukuro, Hiro, Maki and Kaito) work as a cohesive unit. Mukuro the reluctant older sister, Hiro falling into the role he usually fills and swearing to be better this time. Both of them seeking some sort of redemption."

4) all their canon outfits are their costumes. they're chosen to fit a specific image. most of them HATE their costumes at the beginning, and even the ones that like them (miu, celestia) grow to despise them.

5) i would be so much more than okay w fanart you have no idea i would love love love to see whatever anyone makes about any of my aus!!!

don't apologize i love answering stupid long asks ive got one im working on rn actually!! im really glad you like powers au theres a LOT to cover ive only barely scratched the surface of!! and good day/night to you too!! im about to pass out right after answering this fKDSKFS

#powers au #theo.txt #anon #theo.ask

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lilpuffyart · 3 years

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I do not care that it is 3am, I must see Puffy talk about Count The Ways and sudden headcannons about their AU and give them quiet anon support. Take my quiet clapping. *quietly claps bcz its 3am* (-KA)

Okay

You've doomed yourself (a part I did at 3am and the other part I did now at 11am)

!!LONG POST AHEAD!! (Kind reminder that I do love the story but I still like to make fun of some parts)

IN THE FIRST FUCKING LINE, "deep voice" w h e r e where that crackhead energy voice is d e e p. I can accept threatening but d e e p???????????????????

Also I'm still upset that "silly millie" is "millie pamonha (that is a Brazilian food)" in the unofficial Portuguese translation

Second page and we discover millie belongs to the gays when she said "in tribute to the beautiful dead girl from edgar Allan Poe's poem" (she was talking about her cat name and I'm sorry if it's not the correct wording: its 3am and I have a stroke everytime I read some part of the book, also I don't have the English version :c)

Who's Curt Carrion?? Who's he based on??? My Chemical Romance?????? I would prefer if it was Evanescence tho for personal gay reasons ✊😔

Her grandpa has a sword collection and that's pretty neat, but makes me wonder if FunFred ever walked around the house with a fucking sword and everyone was okay with it

Grandpa: you're always so pale

Millie: lmao that's the point

Me 🤝 millie

Liking edgar allan poe

Also Millie's grandpa is millie's mom's dad?? Since he mentions that she would stay outside burning in the sun when she was 14-15yo

Also he's supportive of her disliking meat, we stan an old man ✊😔

THE COOKIES R BACK!!!!!!!! I still think daily about FunFred trying to cook it and messing it up smh even if grandpa is there. Also the fact she ate her grandpa cookies after he left makes me happy fsr

He mentions the workshop 😳😳 is he already aware FunFred is awake?? Who knows 👀👀

I know the timeline doesn't fit, but I like to think Dylan and Millie knew each other for more than a week

FUNFRED!!! LIKES MILLIE!!!!!! WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN!!!!!!!!!

Millie honestly reminds me of when I was on high school and my depression peeked lmao I wanna hug her-

THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER IS A GREAT STORY I LOVE IT

I HAVE WAY TOO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT HOW FUNFRED/THE ANIMATRONICS WORK BC OF A DUMB DRAWING I DID 1 YEAR AGO- like oil is the equivalent of blood to them and they do have water inside them, what keeps their mechanisms and stuff working well. Also when they r "sleeping" its extremely quiet, till they "woke up" and slowly their mechanisms do a lot of noise, till it calms down

Funfred has been around before millie moved there, and was probably awoken since then bc he heard her talking SO, from her bedroom window, u can see the workshop bc that's the only way he heard her (and she heard him later on)

Also I KNOW it wasn't like that but when her grandpa asked if the person he met was a boy or a girl I could literally only think "damnn a supportive grandpa, I love him" so that's where I'm goiNG

He mentions he went to university SOOOOOO what IF he and henry went to the same university and both did something related to mechanic/mathematic and that's how they became close friends 👀👀 (I am aware he was a mathematic teacher but he still could have done both or started mechanic, dropped it and started to study mathematic)

Also I lowkey wish we knew what her grandma died of

ALSO I like to think FunFred himself is someone that is scared of doing things himself instead of... just letting things go

I love how, when millie asked if he was going to bite her neck (bc he was talked about Dracula) he just wenT "OH YAY I COULD DO THAT BUT U R IM MY STOMACH" FJFJFJXHXJJCJCGKFJFJFJFJ I HATE HIMMMM

Here we go to FunFred's hyperfixation ✊😔 I'm sure that, whenever millie goes to the library, he begs her to bring some kind of history book

The fact millie doesn't know how to say Chutlu is big gay energy and everyone energy

COUNT THE WAYS AU IS NAMED COUNT THE WAYS BC IT'S THE MANY WAYS FUNFRED LOVES MILLIE AND GRANDPA AND IN THAT ESSAY ILL DIE AND COMBUST

Me, a veterinary student: Hahah I know what's ventricular fibrillation is

Idk why but I like to think millie studied something related to literature in university, but, if she did end up working on a library, I think people would 1. Be creeped out by FunFred 2. Think he's cute, no inbetween

Me 🤝 grandpa

Going somewhere bc it has free food

WHY IS EVERYONE SO MEAN TO HER SHE'S LITERALLY A TEENAGER STOP BEING LIKE THAT WTF???

That part of that party makes me emotional bc something similar happened with me (not related to a s/o other tho)

FunFred is back being a dumbass I love/hate him

Unpopular opinion but I still strongly dislike millie's family

FunFred would buy a guillotine online ngl

In Millie's defense I would crawl inside an animatronic bear as well

POV: you're rob, millie's uncle, and you found out the worst way that she has a bear guard body, in a way (I hate rob honestly lmao)

That was my presentation, thank you for your attention

#anyway i love that silly book about a silly bear and his silly friend #anon #ask #KA #count the ways

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wellijustfinnihedoneofthebooks · 4 years

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Dumb things kids I've known have done that i find unreasonably funny

Time to explain the fuckery.

1. Bucket hat kid. So you know it was the dc trip in eighth grade and this one kid gets 3 bucket hats and 2 visors, so of course he decides to wear them all at the same time, now of course this is funny but here's the part I find even funnier when we were going back onto the bus me and my friend overheard his friend ranting, "Why do all of you keep getting bucket hats!?! Why!?! You all look the exact same! [He said bucket hat kid's name here but Im not gonna say his name] speant all of MY money on bucket hats! I hate bucket hats!" Which made me and my friend fucking die cause like bruh why did you give him money? Like dude you could've just not given him money to buy bucket hats with? Anyways time for more stories about bucket hat kid, to start off a personal favorite of mine, at like the cruise thing at dc he did a backflip to start the night. Like an absolute mad man he did a backflip (later the dj told everyone no flipping allowed. Buzzkill.). In like 6th grade when they announced who got perfect attendance he got it but was absent that day. He's really good at blackjack. One time him and another kid got in an argument and the other kid at one point just goes "well you dont have earlobes!", he has really small ears, and then he very angrilly responded with "i do! They're just little!" I found it very entertaining to watch from 2 seats away.

2. Double racket kid. Basically just once durring gym everyone was doing badminton and this one kid is just using 2 rackets and doing like the best in the class and then the minute he has to put down a racket he did really poorly. He's also my rival so I gotta include him, in all the classes we share we have a contest on which one of us can answer first, it is really intense in history. Were usually both unofficial team leaders in class debates and will just try our best to destroy eachother. And we cant work together cause then it's unfair for everyone else.

3. Salt bae. So one time for spirit week we had character day where you dress up as whoever you want and this absolute icon dresses up as salt bae and carries around a morton thing of salt all day. She's also a genuinly helarious person. And she was my only friend in 3rd grade and like it's impressive to be able to tolerate 3rd grade me, we bonded over anime at the lunch table :)

4. Virginity rocks. Time to go into the blondest person I've ever met, like no exadurating his hair is that shade of yellow, but so he sometimes just wears a hoodie that says "virginity rocks" on it, and according to my friend he also has a virginity rocks t-shirt, so there's a chance he has a virginity rocks shirt under his virginity rocks hoodie, and his phone background is virginity rocks and his Instagram profile picture. It's nice to see consistency in a person. But time for the real funny thing about him, the way he plays sports in gym. For instance once durring the pre-mentioned badminton game he placed his racket on the ground and tried to hit it with his hand, he also tried hitting it with his foot, but the main thing he does is try to hit stuff as high and hard as he can, like whenever there was free gym him and his friend would play hockey, and he would just try to launch the puck into the wall above the goal as much as possible, at one point he flung a waterbattle into the bleachers with his hockey stick while me and my friend were near the bleachers and he got extremely excited about it and braged to anyone in the near vicinity (honestly same bro) which me and my friend were the first he bragged about it to. I don't think I've ever seen anyone more excited than he was after hitting a water bottle into the bleachers. He also often would try to play hockey with basketballs. Or one time his friend left the hockey game to go play soccer so he went tok annoy him back into hockey by trying to play the soccer game with a hockey stick. Very entertaining person 10/10.

5. "Aren't eggs stored in the balls?" A quote from the magical time of eighth grade when a girl said this durring health. From the same girl that said "what's hygiene?" We got "aren't eggs stored in the balls?" To which the entire class died. Cause my god how did you get this far. 10/10 helarious but doesn't know it.

6. Tutu. So it was some like pink day thing so of course this dude comes in the outfit he wears everyday and a pink tutu. Okay but time to get into the real shit, so once durring spanish in one of the few moments of quiet this kid leans over to his friend and asks "could a dog have sex with a human?" Now he was clearly trying to whisper but he clearly can't physically whisper (same bro) and so the entire class lost it. As anyone would in that situation. Another time so a teacher put on finding nemo and he just started reciting along with it, like perfectly, at the end of that class he looked at me and said "I don't even like this movie." Legend. One time at the end of the year in sciemce sense we didn't have much to do the teacher layed out some stem kits things (similar to legos but not quite) and we got into groups of 4 and were supposed to make cars with the instructions provided, me and him were in the same group. For the first half of the class me and him just sorted out the parts while the other 2 actually made model cars and stuff but then we started messing with wheels and we made our own car completely without the instructions and barely staying together. The other 2 made 2 cars that worked perfectly and we made 1 car that only rolled if you pushed it (you were supposed to put in a rubber band to launch it. We didnt cause that seemed hard.) and might fall apart at that. But for 2 minutes we had a lovely (lovely to us at least) car that we then had to dismantle. It was fun. Then so one time when school was over I was walking down the stairs to leave, they were fairly empty for once and then suddenly a backpack flies over the edge and lands infront of me, I turn around to see this kid sliding down the railing which he then picks up his backpack and runs out. He's also one of the most charismatic and easy to talk to people I've ever met and that's not an exaduration. Like he can talk to litterily anyone.

That's not all the dumb shit I've seen at school but those are some big funny ones.

#do you like that i wrote a lot more for some people #my art #dumb shit #long post #stories #art #but like the fuck how can you physically be that blond? bruh #this took so long

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Divine Intervention: Chapter 2

Unofficial Taiqrowweek: Day 3

This next chapter is the shortest of the four!

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,100

Ao3 Link: Chapter 2

Summary: [Afterlife AU] Qrow is a raider demon. His job is clear: Collect recently fallen souls for Hell. The more he could gather, the more power he would be granted. Easy, right?

Well, it would be, if not for a certain blond angel constantly getting in his way. Qrow was pretty sure Taiyang’s job wasn’t to keep the souls safe from him, but rather to infuriate him with his overblown righteousness and his insufferable smiles.

Eternal damnation wasn’t supposed to be this annoying.

There were a few places in his appointed domain that Qrow staked out. Hecate’s Lake was one such place. Though not well traveled, the little bowl-shaped lake never failed to take at least one life every year, so he made sure to frequent it often, especially during the warmer months. That day, he was going more out of habit than to find a potential lost soul – so he was surprised when he discovered he wasn’t alone.

Unfortunately, his guest was already quite dead.

“I thought angel wings were supposed to be white?” Though he did his best to sneer, his words lacked any of his usual abrasiveness.

Tai seemed unaffected either way, smile affixed into place. “We meet again it seems. And no,” He ruffled his wings, the sandy-yellow shade really standing out under the bright sunlight. “I thought you’d of realized by now? They match the person’s hair color. You’d look like quite the Qrow if you had some.”

“Hah.” Qrow mock-laughed. “And considering the only angel that apparently visits my realm is you, no, I hadn’t noticed.”

His chuckles were much more genuine. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Whatever.” He said, tail slashing at the ground. “What are you doing here? No one’s around to die.”

“Sometimes I just come down to visit. Enjoy the sights.” He gestured at the basin around them.

Seriously? “Wow, didn’t know Heaven was lacking so much in the aesthetic department that some grungy green water is more appealing.”

“Hey now!” Tai actually sounded a little offended. “No need to be rude. I have some fond memories of this lake.”

“Wait, hold up,” Qrow held up a hand. “You lived around here?” When the other gave an affirmative nod, he asked, “Why? There’s nothing here!”

“You’re a real city slicker, aren’t ya?” When that playful jab didn’t earn a response, the angel shrugged, looking across the lake. “The world’s changed a lot since I was around. This lake? All those broken-down towns and forgotten trails no one travels? These are places I remember in their heyday. Could even probably tell you the names of most of the people who ran the shops or went to church. It looks like a bunch of nothing to you, but for me this was home.”

Home, huh? He wondered what it was like, to be fond enough of a place to call it that.

Qrow crossed his arms, hunching in his wings. “Well that all sounds very nice. And since there’s nothing here for me, I guess I’ll leave you to your prance down memory lane.”

He started to head for his portal, hearing Tai’s faint, “If that’s what you’d like.” And had to fight down the urge to scoff. As if he’d prefer anything else.

As he bent his knees, preparing to dive into the black puddle, he couldn’t help but ask the question that had been lingering in the back of his mind since they’d started talking. “Hey uh. How’s the kid doing?”

The response he got wasn’t what he was expecting. “Would you like to see him?”

Qrow stood up stiffly, glaring. “Is that supposed to be a joke?”

“No, I can show you. Right here.” Tai said, gesturing to the water.

His eyes darted between him and the lake, not bothering to hide his mistrust even as he dared to come closer. The angel only grinned, sitting down at the shore’s edge, patting the ground next to him. After a few hesitant moments, he took the offer, folding his legs underneath him. He peered down at the cloudy water, not sure what he was waiting for. “So what, is it a magic mirror or something?”

“Or something.” Tai parroted, unfolding his wings just slightly. He reached back, wincing as he plucked off a feather from one. He held it up high by the quill end, rolling it between his fingers. It took Qrow a moment to realize it was changing with every turn, the pale hues turning to a brilliant golden, as if the feather was sucking in the sunlight itself. Once it was bright enough that it appeared as if Tai was holding a star right in his hands, he let it go. It drifted on the wind, lopping lazily to and fro, as it slowly fell to the lakeside until it quietly touched down.

The resulting ripple burst upwards like an explosion as fire seared across the water. Qrow jerked back, cursing loudly, but an arm around his shoulders prevented him for going too far.

“It’s alright. Just look.” Tai whispered ardently in his ear. The flames dancing above the water reflected in his eyes, memorizing in how they appeared like sapphires speckled with gold.

Shivers wracked down his spine and Qrow squirmed from his grasp but didn’t withdraw further. Apprehension beat at his chest for believing in such a fool but curiosity spurred his action. Gingerly, he lent forward, peering within the ringlet of fire that emitted a warmth as soothing as a fireplace. Within its center, as clear as if from a television, he could see Oscar.

He was in a playroom of some sort. There were colorful posters on the equally colorful walls, with a few large windows with butterflies and bees stuck to the glass. Toy chests and small shelves full of books were pushed against the walls, with the center of the room mostly free space with only a few beanbags spread about and a table surrounded by small chairs for sitting. A few kids were sitting around at that table, but Oscar was on the other side of the room, draped over an orange beanbag as he listened to a young blond woman that was reading to him. It must have been quite the story, since his eyes were wide and attentive on her.

“He’s a pretty shy kid so he doesn’t like to play with the others much, but he really loves fantasy stories.” Taiyang told him. “Yang’s been reading to him every day since we took him in.”

He had a likely guess just based off of her looks, but asked anyways, “Your daughter?”

“Yeah. She and her wife come by when they can to help out.”

Qrow hummed noncommittedly, gaze drifting towards the table where the other occupants were. There were four – a young, white-haired girl in a dress rivaling a Disney princess. She seemed to be dictating to another pink and brown-haired girl how to properly hold her teacup, who seemed to be having trouble mostly because she wouldn’t put down the parasol she had resting against her shoulder. The third was a ginger haired boy whose bowler hat and fake cigar seemed more suited for a poker match. The last was another older woman – Yang’s wife he’d assume – who seemed to of gotten stuck with the role of ‘pet’ in this game, as she was sporting a pair of cat ears and had a bowl overflowing with goldfish crackers in front of her.

Tai noticed his stare and started to point them out in turn, “Weiss, Neo, Roman and Blake. Looks like they’re playing tea party. Everyone else is probably outside on the playground.”

Everyone else? Just how many brats was he looking after? “You running a daycare or something?”

“It’s more of a very large foster home. A lot of kids who die young either don’t know or don’t trust their extended family enough to live with them. It makes Heaven really scary for them.” Tai tapped the water, the picture rippling away and reforming into a playground where at least another half-dozen kids were playing tag. “But something about being around a lot of other kids in their same situation makes them feel more comfortable. That’s why we have these facilities.”

Qrow snorted in amusement as a pink-haired girl full-force tackled a blond boy. That kid was going to be tasting grass for a week. “How noble of you. So, where’s Mrs. Xiao Long?”

Another tap and this time they were in the kitchen. A very determined young boy with a streak of pink in his hair was rolling out cookie dough. Beside him, an older woman with soft silver eyes was cutting out shapes from the sheet and placing them on a shallow pan.

He whistled lowly. “What a beauty. She’s way too good for you.”

“Believe me, I know.” Tai chortled softly. “Probably why these days she goes by Miss Rose.”

The insult was already leaving his tongue before his brain caught up. “Well at least she wised up and – wait.” When it finally did, he glowered at him, certain he was pulling one under on him. “That doesn’t make sense. You couldn’t get divorced in the dark ages.”

“Okay, first of all, I’m from the 1860s.”

“Oh my god, you really are a cowboy.”

“SECOND of all,” Taiyang doggedly continued, too stubborn not to finish schooling him, “You’re right. But the vows have a very specific condition.” He looked back at the pool, watching his ex-wife help the little boy place the cookies in the oven. “‘Till death do us part. And oh, did it part us.” He waved a hand across the water, snuffing out the fire before settling back with a melancholy sigh.

Qrow shifted uncomfortably. He knew he wasn’t really skilled at handling tough, emotional conversations like this – but he was good at diverting attention from them. “Well hey, look at the bright side. Now you got all the time in the world to wrangle up a pretty little saloon girl.”

“Do I even have to wonder if you’re insinuating something?” He stifled a laugh when Qrow just wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Good. He’d take his dumb smile over that miserable look any day.

“You’re so crass.” Tai decided.

“If you ask me, it’s one of my better qualities.” He assured.

He quirked one eyebrow. “If you trust me even a little bit, you’ll believe me when I tell you that’s not true.”

“It’s a good thing I don’t then. You’re a terrible judge of character.”

“How do you figure?”

He pointed to himself. “Hanging out with me, for starters.”

“As I recall, it was your decision to stick around.” Tai reminded, looking just a little too smug.

Damn him. “Yeah well, you… you bribed me!” Qrow said, running a hand over his neck as he averted his gaze back to the lake and the vision that had once been there to entice him in the first place.

As he stared down at it though, he couldn’t help but wonder…

“Hey. I need to ask you something.”

As if sensing the sudden seriousness, Tai sat up straight. “What is it?”

“Can this thing…” Qrow paused, his self-inflicted inhibitions of how he wasn’t worthy enough to even ask for such a thing clawing their way up his throat, trying to choke him. He got the rest out in a rush, “Can you show me anyone?”

He held his breath, waiting every painstaking second for the answer.

The angel studied him, his expression unreadable, before he finally looked away. “’Fraid not. I’m only able to show you people I know.”

“Oh. Well yeah, that makes sense.” He laughed it off as if it was no big deal. He crossed his arms, turning away so he didn’t have to see the other’s piteous look when he no doubt would see right through that ruse. He shut his eyes, fingernails digging grooves into his arms as if it physical pain could outweigh the sudden one in his chest. Stupid. Stupid! Of course, it’d be like that. Why did he let himself get his hopes up like that?

He was certain the hand that landed on his shoulder was meant to comfort him, and he reached out to push it off, when Tai spoke, “Why don’t you try?”

Qrow looked back, having to blink away kaleidoscopic spots the glowing feather spiraled across his vision. Heart pounding, he reached for it, but Tai caught his wrist. He jerked his head towards him, about to snap, but hesitated as he took in the other’s worried expression. His fingers curled up, subconsciously withdrawing from the light, and he asked softly, “Is it going to hurt me?”

“I… don’t know.” He replied. “Are you willing to take the risk if it does?”

Was he? Light burns were on a level all their own. It was an injury that charred the skin black and never healed. A searing pain that never stopped and no amount of water could relieve. Did he really want to live with that for all eternity?

But what if this is your only chance? The whisper coaxed from the back of his mind.

“Yes.” Qrow resolved, reaching out over their hands with his left now – ah, all those years working to be ambidextrous for nothing – and grabbed the feather. He flinched back immediately, setting his jaw tightly as he waited for the agony to start.

…Nothing.

He looked at his hand, just to be sure, but it was just as pale white as always. A wiggle of his fingers confirmed everything was still functional too. He nodded and this time when he took the feather, he held it firmly. He looked to the angel who was gaping at him wide enough to catch the whole insect kingdom. “Okay. Stop looking so impressed and tell me what to do next – preferably before this thing rethinks its generosity.”

“Uh, oh right!” Tai’s closed his mouth. “Just think of the name of the person you want to see and drop the feather over the water. It’ll do the rest.”

Simple enough. He held it up, the name coming as easily as breathing to him because it had been the first thing on his mind every day for twenty-nine years, and let go. He watched it fall, whole body tilting forward anxiously as he waited for it to finally touch the water. He heard the other man shifting closer as well but didn’t dare look away, not wanting to miss it when it finally –

The surge of fire roaring forth had him squinting against the sudden brightness and heat. He distantly noted that unlike Taiyang’s, which had been pure and bright orange, his fire had a veil of black flickering across the top. Such a minor thing wasn’t nearly as important as the picture that formed in its center.

She looked almost the same as the last day he’d ever seen her – a little older, maybe. He’d heard rumors those in Heaven could choose their age. Still her black hair was as wild as ever and it seemed she still loved wearing black and red, though her clothes were much fancier than they could have ever hoped to afford during their lifetime. She was with someone he didn’t know at all; a woman with short, brunette hair and tattoos running down one arm. He figured it didn’t matter, whatever she was saying was making his sister laugh.

She looked… so happy.

The picture suddenly started to blur and Qrow reached for it, thinking his tainted fire was the problem – but wet droplets hitting his arm told him the fire was fine.

Beside him, Taiyang said nothing. But a golden wing draped around him, a silent comfort as he cried.

He wasn’t sure how long it took for the fire to burn out. It could have been minutes, it could have been days, and it still would never be enough. His hand fell through the water as it dissipated, as if he hoped to catch it. Another beat, and he was lurching towards Tai, about to demand another feather.

It seemed this was something easily predicted, because Tai placed a hand over his mouth before he could utter his demand. “Another day, perhaps. This takes up a lot of my energy.”

The side of him that wasn’t quite as noble didn’t care, and ran through about a half dozen scenarios on how he might be able to either convince or force the other to do as he wished. It was a very loud voice. The smaller, weaker side of him took notice of the other’s unusually pale complexion and reasoned that patience would earn him far more reward than violence. It may have been the quieter of the two, but he still obediently backed down.

Tai relaxed too, resting back on his hands and letting his wings drag along the dirt. He tipped his head, looking towards the clouds drifting by above them. “So, who was she?”

Qrow knew that question was coming. “My sister.”

“Older? Younger?”

“She’s my twin.”

“You two must have been close. What’s her name?”

His eyes narrowed. “No jokes.”

Tai placed an affronted hand on his chest as if to say ‘When do I ever joke?’.

Qrow sighed and finally grit out, “Raven.”

Tai stared. Bit his lip. Whimpered, “One joke?”

“No!!” He snapped.

“Ugggh! Fiiine!” He whined like a toddler being told to clean his room. “Take all the fun out of it why don’tcha.”

Offhandedly, he noticed that the other’s western accent was more prominent when he minced words like that. It was a shame he didn’t do it more often.

He beat down that ridiculous thought as far down as it would go.

“You know,” Tai said, inclining his head towards him. “You could have searched around, looked for other people besides her.”

Okay, that was his cue to leave before the other really started to pry. “Just didn’t want to risk it.” He lied, getting to his feet, stretching his arms and wings. “Anyways, this has been fun and all, but I better be hitting the road. Oh, sorry, I guess for you it’s ‘hit the trail’?” He rubbed his chin, reconsidering, “Nah, that ain’t right. Skedaddle? Vamoose? Get along lil’ doggy?”

The angel held up a hand before he could continue. “Just go.”

That was all the permission he needed, tipping his non-existent hat at him. “You got it, partner.” He took a few steps away, then paused when the perfect payback for the other night occurred to him. “Oh wait. Forgot something.”

Tai watched him curiously as he came back around and leant down. His lips parted, certainly about to ask.

Qrow didn’t let him, stealing his voice by kissing him right on the corner of his mouth. He backed away, taking great pleasure in the other’s shell-shocked gaze as he reached up to touch the spot. If Tai wanted to play games he’d just have to get used to the fact Qrow was better at them.

“Now we’re even.” He declared as he headed for his portal.

Just as he was about to jump, Taiyang seemed to get enough of his bearings to call, “Y’all come back now, ya hear?”

By the time he popped out the other side, Qrow was still laughing.

#qrow branwen #taiyang xiao long #Taiqrow #rwby #fanfiction #Chase Firekitten's Tale

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starry-kfics · 7 years

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when in verona [1.0] [minhyuk]

day 3 of mel’s aroha sweet sixteen! enjoy part one of some minhyuk hs au!

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word count: 1994

warnings: none

“I said I love you.”

♡

"Play auditions are next Thursday!" Your friend Woosoo squealed, pointing to the flyer pinned up in the hallways at your school.

"Okay?" You said, not particularly interested in participating.

"You said you would do it with me this year!"

"When did I say that?"

"April 27th, at 2:48 am."

"Oh jeez, Woosoo."

And so you ended up in the drama room the next week, nervously flipping through the script again. You only had to do one scene, but you didn't want to. You didn't want to be in drama club. And yet, Woosoo had managed to convince you anyway. And you especially didn't want to do Romeo and Juliet, one of the dumbest and most overused plays in existence. In your opinion, at least.

"Next up, Y/L/N Y/N and Park Minhyuk." The drama teacher read your names off the list, and you took a deep breath before walking up to the stage.

The boy you had been paired up with was someone you had seen in a couple of your classes, but you didn't know him very well. He was well built, with messy brown hair that he brushed out of his eyes as he looked up from his feet to you. Your breath hitched in your throat for a moment as his eyes connected with yours, and you were thankful that he had the first line in this scene, you would've barely been able to stutter out a single word.

Thankfully, you had gained your bearings as you focused yourself in on the scene, on the emotions Juliet was having. No matter how misplaced and just wrong they were. Like, seriously, she supposedly falls in love with this dude that's sixteen while she's not yet fourteen. It was just gross, dumb teenage infatuation to you. Not love.

After your scene, you were somewhat surprised to see how much Minhyuk really got into it. You sort of knew that he was into the arts, after all, you'd been in classes with him before. But you didn't know he was so passionate about drama. His voice was strong and clear, deep and resonating in your ears as he spoke his lines.You gave Minhyuk a polite nod before sitting back in your chair, next to Woosoo. Just as you sat down, she was called up to audition as the Nurse, along with another boy, Kim Myungjun, who was auditioning for the role of Mercutio. From what you knew about Kim Myungjun, you could see him fitting the role perfectly, especially with how he preformed. They preformed well together, and you couldn't help but clap for them afterwards.

The next week, Woosoo was excitedly pulling you to the doors of the drama room before first period. The drama teacher was just taping the roles to the door, and kids were already crowding to look at it. Woosoo pushed her way through to look at it, and ran excitedly back to where you were hanging at the edge of the crowd.

"We both got the parts we auditioned for!" She exclaimed, and you couldn't hide your disappointment, which she easily picked up on. "You really don't want to do this, do you?"

"I just, don't really understand the point of this play." You sighed, explaining your feelings to your friend as you walked away from the drama room. "The whole concept of love at first sight is ridiculous, suicide is being glorified as the only option, and not to mention that Juliet is only thirteen while Romeo is sixteen or seventeen years old. It's gross when you think about it."

"Then don't think about it as trying to show us what's ideal. Think of it more as a cautionary tale, warning us against passing lust and youthful stupidity." Woosoo suggested, stopping at her locker to start twisting at the lock. "Or even a comedy, making fun of people who believe so heavily in love at first sight."

"The idea is pretty dumb." You smiled, a small laugh coming from your lips. "Alright, I think I can do this."

"Excuse me," A voice requested from behind you, and you turned around to see Park Minhyuk, politely clutching his book in his hand. "You're in front of my locker."

"Oh, sorry!" You apologized, stepping away to the other side of Woosoo.

She was just closing her own locker, having gotten the books she needed, turning to you with a bright smile. "Ready to go?"

"Yep." You gave Minhyuk a small wave as you left, saying, "See you later, Minhyuk."

The first practice was after school that day, and Woosoo found you outside of your last period, insisting on walking with you to practice. When you both sat down, you found that you were one of the first people there, not even the teacher was out yet. People slowly started trickling in as you pulled your script out of your bag to review and start memorizing.

"You're so lucky, Minhyuk! I wish I was Romeo!" The familiar loud, and exasperated voice of Myungjun came from the doorway, and you saw him and few other boys walking in together.

"Why?" Minhyuk questioned, and you watched them out of the corner of your eye. "You tried out for Mercutio, isn't that the role you wanted?"

"Well yeah, but Romeo has all the romantic lines, and doesn't die halfway through. Romeo's story with Juliet is so entrancing and has so much meaning about how hatred can twist and ruin love, but eventually love conquers it."

Next to you, Woosoo let out a snort at the older boy's words, obviously disagreeing. "Bull." She gave him a side-eye, which he seemed to notice as he changed directions.

"Woosoo, now he's walking over here!" You hissed, not wanting your belligerent friend to get into a fight on the first day of practice.

Myungjun gave you both a lopsided grin before taking the seat directly behind you, his friends doing the same, but much more hesitantly. "Say something, Woosoo?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, Myungjun." She rolled her eyes again, and you were surprised to see that they were familiar with each other. Not friendly, obviously, but familiar.

"I'm Kim Myungjun, by the way." He introduced himself to you.

"Y/L/N Y/N." You replied, and he then gestured to his friends in turn, most you already knew the names of.

"Lee Dongmin, with the role of Benvolio."

Dongmin nodded to you, offering a hello.

"Moon Bin, with the role of Paris."

"Ah, Paris the Perv." Woosoo commented, and you turned to her, not able to contain your giggle. She was right.

Myungjun continued on, not appreciating you finding it funny, "Yoon Sanha, with the role of Balthasar."

The tall, lanky boy was one you didn't recognize, he must be new at your school, a freshman probably. "Hello." He nodded politely as well.

"Park Jinwoo, as the King of Cats, Tybalt."

"Hey, Y/N." The boy gave you a friendly smile, you shared a lab table in Chemistry, along with a few other people.

"Hey Jinwoo."

"And you probably know Park Minhyuk, seeing as he's the literal Romeo to your Juliet."

Minhyuk apparently didn't like his friend's phrasing, groaning under his breath, "MJ, please."

"Anyway, now that we're acquainted, I'd like to get your opinion on something, Y/N." Myungjun spoke candidly, and you raised an eyebrow.

"On what, exactly?"

"Why you think Shakespeare wrote Romeo and Juliet."

"He based it off a poem, right?"

"Yeah, but I mean, do you think it's a tragic love story, or a cautionary tale?"

Woosoo looked to you, not seeming very interested, as she already knew the answer from your discussion this morning.

"Ah, well I personally think it's more of a comedy, you know, to make fun of the people that actually believe in the notion of love at first sight." You admitted, observing Minhyuk out of your peripheral, he seemed intrigued by your answer. "It's definitely not a love story, in my opinion."

"I agree." Dongmin spoke up, and Myungjun turned to him with the clearest look of betrayal.

"Ha!" Woosoo exclaimed triumphantly.

"Bin, what do you think?" He inquired to his friend, who seemed somewhat ashamed as he answered."I think it's a really sweet love story."

"Seriously, Bin?" Jinwoo suddenly spoke up as well. "It's not love, it's just lust and infatuation."

"Exactly!" Woosoo was elated that others agreed with her, but Sanha spoke up for his older friends, agreeing that it was a tragic love story.

Soon, the whole group was turned into a squabbling mess, but you still didn't know Minhyuk's opinion on it. Glancing at him for a moment, you tried to gauge which side he was on.

"What do you think, Minhyuk?" Myungjun suddenly put the boy on the spot, and he looked up to find everyone's eyes on him.

"I'm not... I don't know." He seemed unsure as he spoke, and his friends all started trying to convince them of their own side, the clamor soon growing to indistinguishable yells.

"Hey! Stop it!" The drama teacher had suddenly entered the room, successfully shutting everyone up. "Come on, we're doing our first read-through today."

It wasn't long after that practice that you realized the drama club was divided. Those who thought it was a tragic romance rallied behind Myungjun, while those who thought it to be a cautionary story rallied behind Woosoo. You didn't quite agree with Woosoo, but you definitely didn't agree with Myungjun, so you found yourself with Woosoo's unofficial faction. Minhyuk had assimilated himself into Myungjun's, making it a fairly even split.

At practice you noticed they sat on opposite sides of the room, never really talking until they had to practice their lines. You tried to stay out of the occasional bickering, until it started finding it's way into your classes and the hallways.

One day you were walking with Dongmin, who had suddenly became your best friend since the 'Great Divide', as you had taken to calling it, happened. He was walking you to your third period, and suddenly stopped in the middle of his sentence, glaring at something down the hall. You got on your tiptoes to peer around, finally seeing that Bin was at the end of the hall with Sanha.

"Here, let's go this way, Y/N." Dongmin insisted, tugging on your arm, and you followed him with a shrug. "Mind if we stop at my locker?

"You checked the time, "Ah, my class is still pretty far away, and we're getting our project partners today, so I don't want to be late."

"I understand. See you at practice, Y/N." Dongmin gave you a small smile as you took off down the hall.

You were almost to your class when you saw Woosoo at a locker that wasn't hers, squabbling with the apparent owner of it, Myungjun. You could their voices from down the hall, and ducked into class. In your opinion, this whole situation was starting to get ridiculous.

Once inside the room, you began looking for your project partner, he usually got here before you. What you had told Dongmin was somewhat true, you did have a project in your Language class, but you had already selected your partners. And you'd chosen Minhyuk.

Would your friends be all that upset about it? Probably not, but you still felt somewhat guilty, like you were betraying them in some way. Woosoo especially hated Myungjun's group, which Minhyuk was a part of.

"Hey, Y/N." Minhyuk smiled up at you brightly as you sat next to him.

"Hey, Min." You tried to ignore the twisted feeling in your stomach when he smiled at you like that. "Ready to keep working?"

"Ah, my favorite thing, researching the basic syntax of some random foreign language that I'm not even interested in learning."

At the end of the period, you and Minhyuk had been laughing and talking too much to actually get very much work done. You were disappointed, at this rate you wouldn't get it done in time.

"Want to come to my house after practice and keep working tonight?" Minhyuk offered as the bell rang, and you quickly stuffed your binder in your bookbag. "I can drive you home, and I'm sure my mom would love to make you dinner."

"Sure, I'll text my parents and let them know." You replied, and he gave you one last heart-stopping smile before going to opposite way of you.

[okay so the actual 5 word drabble request will be in the next (and probably last) part. hope y’all enjoyed!]

#drabbles: rocky #rocky #minhyuk #park minhyuk #astro #astro imagines #astro imagine #astro scenario #author: mel #rocky imagines #rocky scenarios #fluff #add #mp: wiv

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infjarts · 6 years

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NINJAGOTALE MASTERPOST AND FAQ

Here is the FAQ and Masterpost for my Ninjagotale project! Read on for answers to basic questions, and scroll down for links to certain posts! This will be updated whenever new content comes out, so check back often to see if you missed anything!

WHAT IS NINJAGOTALE?

It is an Undertale/Ninjago AU/crossover story that has evolved into a VERY different thing than it started out as. It is basically Undertale, but with the characters swapped with characters from the Ninjago series. However, there will be a HUGE plot twist that changes everything.

ARE YOU THE CREATOR OF NINJAGOTALE?

No. But like Underswap and Underfell, it pretty much belongs to everyone in the fandom. There are multiple interpretations, and I am not the first one to have one. Many of the character choices are actually inspired by other people’s interpretations! However, I’m doing something particularly unique with mine...

IS NINJAGOTALE A FANFICTION?

It used to be! Now it’s a comic. You can find the written version links below the comic version links if you’re interested!

WHAT ARE THE CHARACTERS LIKE?

In my version, they have the same names as the Ninjago characters, but most of the personalities are the same as the Undertale characters. However, to make things more interesting, the characters you interact with most will have some of the traits of the Ninjago characters. So they will be a bit different.

The appearances are a combination of the two characters. Most are humanoid, but I made it a goal to make them clearly not human (they are still called monsters). You can see what I mean if you take a look at some of the designs. You’ll find the links to them in the “characters” section of this post (scroll down a bit). You may see multiple links, and that’s because those specific characters have been redesigned. Beware, the originals are much less visually appealing than the new ones!

ARE THERE ANY OCS?

VERY few. I made it my goal to use them sparingly, and only if I have no other choice. If there is an OC, know that I had VERY GOOD REASONS to put them there. Don’t tell me that there is no reason for [character] to be an OC, there is. I will be happy to explain my reasons to you if you ask nicely. Unless it is a spoiler (because there is one).

DO YOU TAKE REQUESTS / CAN YOU PUT MY OC / HEADCANON / IDEAS IN NINJAGOTALE?

I used to do that with my fanfictions on FFN. Sadly, I have moved on from taking requests. I have realized it is actually a bad writing move in general and should not be done if you want quality writing. The only people who are authorized to give significant influential input are the members of the Ninjagotale Team.

YOU SHOULDN’T PUT _____ IN NINJAGOTALE! I DON’T LIKE THAT!

Thank you for expressing your concerns. I’m sorry, but I’m not changing the plot to please a few people who don’t like what I’m doing with my story. There are other stories out there. Go find one you do like. Or make your own story instead of whining at other people to change their stories so you like them.

CAN I MAKE FAN ART OF NINJAGOTALE?

Absolutely! After all, I’m not the first person to have an interpretation of the AU! There are several other people who have one of their own! And if it’s specifically for my version, tag me in it and I will reblog it and add it to this masterpost! You will also be featured in the Neutral Ending credits!

CAN I ASK QUESTIONS?

Of course! Just know that I am not obligated to answer them. But I will try my best to do so, as long as they’re not hate, spam, someone forcing their opinions on me, or could potentially cause drama!

WHY ARE YOU MAKING NINJAGOTALE?

First reason: because while I have seen concept art and fan art of it, I haven’t seen many people make it into an actual story (I do have friends who are currently in the process of it though).

Second reason: I actually feel motivated to do this. This is huge, because lately I have not been very inspired. By anything.

Third (and probably most important) reason: On a personal level, this is actually my way of tracking my improvement and development of my art. My goal is to have mastered most of the basics by the end of the project. I don’t know if that will happen, but I’m going to try! #FILLED WITH DETERMINATION

I’M NEW TO NINJAGO. HOW CAN I UNDERSTAND THE AU IF I DON’T KNOW THE BASICS?

Easy! Just join the discord and read the basics for newbies! Here’s the link! https://discord.gg/jZCap2U

NINJAGOTALE (COMIC VERSION) INDEX

Intro

Cover

Part 1 start

Chapter 1 start

Page 1

Page 2

Page 3

Page 4

Page 5

NINJAGOTALE (WRITTEN VERSION) INDEX

Cover

Intro

Part 1 start

Part 1 Act 1 start

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

FULL CAST OF CHARACTERS WITH PERSONALITY DESCRIPTIONS (updated once in a while, check back occasionally to see changes!)

HOW TO GET INTO THE NEUTRAL ENDING CREDITS

PROMOTIONAL POSTERS

Ninjagotale promo poster 1

Ninjagotale promo poster 2

RELEASED DESIGNS AND SKETCHES (some of these are in my main blog because they’re old and unofficial and I don’t feel like spamming you all with bad art on this blog) (also keep in mind that the official designs are always subject to change along the road and I’m not going to make a new design page every time there’s a shift in style or appearance due to improvement and development of my art)

Mettaton = Pixane (turns into Zane and Pixal once Mettaton EX happens)

PIXANE DESIGN * ZANE AND PIXAL EX DESIGNS

Alphys = Jay

JAY DESIGN (ORIGINAL) (NEW)

Undyne = Nya

NYA DESIGN (ORIGINAL) (NEW)

Sans = Cole

COLE DESIGN (ORIGINAL) (NEW)

Papyrus = Kai

KAI DESIGN (ORIGINAL) (NEW)

Asriel = Lloyd

LLOYD DESIGN

Chara = Morro

MORRO DESIGN (ORIGINAL) (NEW)

Grillby = Skylor

SKYLOR DESIGN (ORIGINAL)

Flowey = Lolley the Lollipop

LOLLEY DESIGN (ORIGINAL) (NEW) (PRACTICE SKETCHES)

Toriel = Misako

MISAKO DESIGN

OTHER PEOPLE’S WORK

firstfandomfangirl’s Jay/Sans design

firstfandomfangirl’s Cole/Papyrus design

firstfandomfangirl’s Nya/Undyne design

firstfandomfangirl’s Lloyd/Frisk design

firstfandomfangirl’s Morro/Chara design

firstfandomfangirl’s Zane/Napstablook design

that-one-ninjago-blog’s Nya/Undyne design

cjwildstyle’s Ninjagotale poster

firstfandomfangirl’s Jay/Alphys birthday present to me

as-you-doodle’s Morro/Chara drawing

Morro/Chara three-way collab (me/firstfandomfangirl) (firstfandomfangirl/as-you-doodle) (as-you-doodle/me)

INSPIRATION

booping-noses’s designs

DUMB STUFF

Fallen down

Kai’s hair

Morro’s hair

Fite me bro

Upgrading Lolley

Guess I’ll die

#ninjagotale masterpost #ninjagotale #ninjagotale au #ninjago au #ninjago #ninjago undertale #undertale au #undertale #ninjagotale links #ninjagotale faq

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jellyreviews · 7 years

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Power Rangers: Review

I didn’t like the Power Rangers movie and here’s why.

On a scale of 1-10, nostalgia factor is a 1/10. The only thing they kept the same was the names of the rangers and the face masks. Everything else is loosely based. All the trinkets and doodads that we all loved as kids - the power coins, the morphers, the communicators, teleporting, the Command Center - non-existent.

They relied too much on the nostalgia factor and assumed knowledge. They never explained the role of the dinosaurs with the zords or where their morphing powers came from. Instead, there’s a morphing grid and underwater spaceship that serves as their headquarters. They also never explained that the zords can combine to become a megazord - this was just kind of stumbled upon when the rangers were on fire (literally) and thought they were gonna die.

One of the reasons the original story line worked was because of the skills the Power Rangers already had - kung-fu, gymnastics, and a little bit of break dancing. These kids have no skills - cue the training scenes. Dumb.

The Zordon Power Ranger back story. Why was Zordon a Power Ranger in a previous life? This gave him ulterior motives for recruiting and training the Power Rangers that ended up taking away from Zordon’s leadership/father figure role. He’s selfish and doesn’t explain the purpose of the Power Rangers. It’s unclear if the Power Rangers stint is a one-time thing to address Rita Repulsa on the loose or a permanent thing. Considering they only morphed one time, and “It’s morphin’ time” gets uttered but one time and it’s not even powerful when they say it, I’m not hopeful for the future of the franchise.

Why is Rita Repulsa on the loose? The way the movie presents it, it looks like the kids found the power coins and that brought Rita back to life. Was her name always Repulsa, even when she was a Power Ranger who “lost her way”? Dunno.

Are the Rangers really “worthy”? The movie opens with Zordon collecting the coins and saying “Pick only those who are worthy.” Honestly, the rangers that were selected don’t seem “worthy” to me. First of all, Jason, the main character and if it’s not beat into your head throughout the movie that he’s the “leader” of the team, is a criminal. Like he’s got a tracker on his leg because he’s on parole. Kimberly, Jason, and Billy are all in detention (Breakfast Club, anyone?). Billy - fine, he got a little too into his science. Kimberly, though = cyberbully. Not okay.

RJ Cyler (Me and Earl and the Dying Girl) was probably the best part of the movie, but the humor that he brought because of his lack of social skills from being on the autistic spectrum is not okay. There are so many things not okay with this movie.

Kimberly’s character is also the unofficial love interest of Jason. I’m Team Tommy (who wasn’t in this movie, btw), and this is not okay. The trailer showed Kimberly and Jason kissing - though this was deleted from the actual movie (WHAT A RELIEF), no, no no! Just because she’s the main female character does not mean she has to play the romantic interest of the male main character. Bring in Tommy!

I did not have high expectations for this movie. All I really wanted was 1) cameos from the original cast and 2) the last scene to be like, “Hi, I’m Tommy.” [end movie]. That’s ALL. I. WANTED.

Spoiler alert: The Amy Jo Johnson/Jason David Frank cameo was perfect, and the whole reason I saw the movie twice (yes, I saw it twice). One of of two ain’t bad, and they did have a mid-credits scene alluding to Tommy, so I’ll give them a 1.5/2 on satisfying my wants, but ugh. The rest of the movie was just ugh.

The movie ended like a scene from Transformers. Most of the movie is a training session with some cheesy choreographed scene. One scene, in particular, of Trini and Kimberly practicing in a Krispy Kreme was just dumbbbbb.

Krispy Kreme. They paid a lot of money for some prime product placement. Whyyyyyy.

And where was Bulk and Skull? A cameo or just introducing two dumbos would’ve been much appreciated.

As much as I want and try to separate this movie from its tv show, I can’t. The original series is too much a part of me that I can’t remain unbiased. I have tried and tried to evaluate the movie on its own, without drawing the comparisons to the tv show and what I wanted, and I have to say, on its own, the movie just would not work. 2/5

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