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mentallyshattered · 6 months

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This is part 8 of the "What if Yuu didn't want to go back?" Series!

(I, the author of this work, do not consent to this work being crossposted/translated without my knowledge or used to train an AI, ever.)

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Vil stares for a moment, just a moment, and then smiles. Grim is still looking at me weird, but says nothing.

We leave to eat. Grim's strange looks halt when he sees breakfast: poppyseed bagels with cream cheese and lox. We eat instead of talking, and I take the time to admire just how clean this place is.

Everything is so shiny. There aren't any paintings or pictures, noticeably, but there is a mirror hanging over there. It was probably put there to allow people to look at the oven without having to turn around, given the location and angle.

Looking in the mirror... Hey, it's Korrak and Mandible! And...Rook? Looks like he's intercepting them, too. At least he's giving them food first. Korrak walks toward the stairs with half a poppyseed bagel in hand.

Oh, well. That's none of my business. I'm done with my bagel, though, so it's off to the Backstage Room!

Grim finishes his breakfast on the way, and I brush him until his coat is soft and even. He doesn't complain about me stopping this time, but he does set off on a quest of magically dressing himself.

When I finish my routine, we head off to put my new phone up, and then it's off to History of Magic.

Trappola isn't here yet, surprisingly. I figured he'd've learned his lesson after yesterday, but I guess not. Oh, well. His problem! We'll snitch again if he starts today with a repeat of yesterday.

By the time we sit down and start talking to Deuce, Trappola walks into the room- with a collar on?

"I see your stares. Don't ask."

With that, he sits. Deuce stares right at him for a solid 20 seconds before speaking.

"We don't even have oolong."

"Not what happened."

I sit there, contemplating why this kid is wearing a heart-shaped collar with a lock on it to class. Very much a "Heartslabyul" look, though. Half is black, half is red, and the outlines are gold.

The bells rings, and Trein starts the lesson. I take notes and help Grim do the same with his levitation magic. He picks up on it pretty fast, and his writing is easily legible within 5 minutes.

Crewel gives Trappola a funny look when he walks in, but says nothing and the way he teaches seems normal. This is only the second time I've had him, though.

More note-taking commences. I'm rather tempted to question Trappola where he got that and why he's wearing it, but class is ongoing, so I refrain from asking and make sure Grim does the same. He shoots me dirty looks whenever I close his mouth for him, but he stays quiet.

Grim and I actually manage to stay conscious all through P.E.! That's a win for us.

"What, you think you're special just 'cause you didn't take a nap when you fell?"

"Nope! We think we're special cause we aren't the ones wearing a collar, and one of us is a cat."

Trappola turns bright red. "What the hell?!"

"Mya-ha, that's what you get!"

"He has a point, Ace. How did you get that, anyway?"

"Shut up, Deuce."

"Hey, Trappola, remember that one time you were snarky with Deuce and wound up cleaning all the chairs in Trein's room? I do."

Trappola shuts his mouth, forgets his lesson, and speaks again. "Hey, you can call me 'Ace.' I don't mind. Why do you only ever call me by my last name?"

"That's what the headmage called you during the entrance ceremony. Besides, we also call you 'entrance ceremony claustrophobe.'"

"Behind my back?"

"To your face, entrance ceremony claustrophobe."

"Okay, guys, that's enough."

"Shut it, Deuce."

"Dude, what is your problem?" Evidently, Deuce has finally had enough.

"It probably has something to do with the collar." Okay, being a dick here won't help, but I'm bored and hungry, so I'll care after lunch.

"Yeah, it does!"

"Myeh... I'd just take it off."

"I. Can't."

"Why not?"

"You say that like you don't know."

"They're first years from a different dorm, Ace. Of course they don't know. You have to tell them."

Trappola says nothing. Apparently, that thought didn't occur to him. I'm guessing most of them don't, though.

Trappola sighs, but still doesn't say anything. Deuce, clearly fed up, turns to us. "Our housewarden's signature spell is called 'Off With Your Head,' and he uses it on Heartslabyuls who break the rules. The spell places a collar around the target's neck," Deuce motions to Trappola, "and seals away their magic. I'm not sure what Ace did to get collared, but only Riddle can remove it."

I remember one of the Pomefiore sophomores explained all of the housewardens and dorms to the freshmen, me and Grim included. That's how I know Riddle Rosehearts is the Heartslabyul housewarden, a sophomore in the dorm based on strictness. No wonder, huh?

"Myaah... hey, Redhead, did you complain about yesterday in front of Rosehearts?"

Trappola looks stunned. "Yeah... How'd you know?"

"You swear when you're mad. That's probably banned."

"...You're right."

Grim appears prideful of his accomplishment, chest out and everything. Trappola looks lost. Deuce looks hungry.

"Let's go to lunch. Come on, Ace."

Grim and I wave. "Bye, Deuce! Bye, Trappola!"

The walk back to the dorm is tiring, but it's nice knowing we're just a little step closer to whatever it is we're reaching for.

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twst #m!yuu #twst grim #twst yuu #twst ace #twst vil #twst rook #twst oc #twst disney #twst deuce #twst crewel #what if yuu didn't want to go back

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22degreehalo · 4 months

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Man, I know this isn't really anything new to anyone who's in the right audience and is going to be entirely incomprehensible to anyone who isn't. But I really am just enjoying 100 Kanojo ('The 100 Girlfriends Who Really Really Really Really Really Love You') lately, and I really gotta echo that it's a surprisingly great example of positive polyamory!

The last episode of the anime really impressed that on me, that it's not *just* about being poly-positive insofar as it supports the harem. When Hahari talked about still being in love with Hakari's father, I was really expecting some cliche advice about how he'd want her to move on and be happy, blah blah blah. But no: Rentarou tells her there's no reason why she can't love both him AND her ex all the same!!

It's not the sort of thing usually associated with polyamory, but I've seen it brought up in poly circles as an example of toxic monogamy, that current partners are supposed to *despise* their partner's exes, and that people are supposed to never have any relationship with their ex or it comes across as 'unfaithful.' I've even seen widowers saying they relate strongly to the poly community even if they're technically monogamous, because they can only ever love another person *in addition* to their old spouse, and any new lover will just have to be okay with that.

And then it goes even further when Rentarou meets the ghostly spirit of Hahari's old boyfriend (or maybe it was just a dream~?), and once again, Rentarou shows not so much as a lick of jealousy or possessiveness. Rather, he clasps hands with him as a comrade, as someone who made Hahari very happy back in the day, and as someone he still would like to make proud alongside, working together to keep making her happy! (And then the spirit is so satisfied that he has no earthly connections anymore and ascends from ghosthood... which is a bit convenient but which is also funny in context, so. Well!)

But honestly, even aside from all that... I'm reading the manga now, and it's just so. Refreshing. To see a romcom like this where everyone is just so happy and in love all the time...? Harem manga sorta have a reputation for everyone beating up on the protagonist, and of course all the silent angsty pining that lasts unendingly for hundreds of chapters because the 'plot' can never actually be resolved until the story is over. But in this story, everyone really does win! And that doesn't make it less interesting: it's still so crazy and weird and dumb, and just seeing all of these characters bounce off one another and be themselves is entertaining enough without the need for external stresses.

And that all just makes it so... almost wholesome? Everyone is so happy!!! And it isn't boring at all!!!!! Everyone really really really really Really loves each other (the protagonist even more than the girlfriends, if anything), and they gush over romantic stories and get really excited about kissing their boyfriend/girlfriends and love and support their entire family, and it fills me with such warm and fuzzy feelings that I really can't think of anything else to compare it to!

It's just so nice. Characters who really, genuinely love and like each other and work hard for one another and get what they want. And also, truly wacked-out comedy that has made me laugh aloud just reading it.

It's just great. It's so, so nice. :)

#don't know how to express myself here hahahaha #just woke up this morning like. yknow what???? im gonna make the post #so im probably phrasing this all badly but WHATEVER #they just really love each other!!! including the girls!!!!!!#are there things to be said abt how the girl/girl friendships and even maybe romances are more easily respected #because girl/girl relationships aren't seen as a threat to m/f ones?#or the way Papari disappears before he can really continually exist alongside Rentarou and interact with Hahari?#yes #BUT ALSO #HAVE YOU CONSIDERED #it's just sosososososo happy and loving and sometimes it is okay to just enjoy that :)#hyakkano #100kanojo

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zekes-lil-hellhole · 2 years

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Could you do general friendship headcannons with, Floyd, Deuce, Jamil, and Kalim, I love your writing especially how you write Floyd!!

ofc I can nons!!! also omg thank you sm! I'm soso glad you like my writing 😭 I was super worried about nobody liking me when I first started writing but it seems I'm doing better than I expected to!

General friendship headcanons with Deuce, Floyd, Kalim, and Jamil

Warnings: you/yours, GN reader, pure fluff, floyd being floyd, Jamil and floyd's parts may come off a little bit romantic but I swear it's not they're just positive-attention starved, Jamil being salty, jamil also talking shit about kalim, any lowercase intended

deuce is another one you're getting into trouble with, just like ace. and again, the adeuce duo is a buy one get one free deal, so you're also friends with ace.

deuce is trying his best ok. he wants to be a good friend to you so he's doing his darndest to be nice and perfect. please reassure him that he can just be himself 😭 he needs it so badly.

since deuce is in track and field- I assume he's rather sporty in general, definitely expect some encouragement to exercise with him. he won't force you but he'd love if you would so you can spend time together

STUDY HANGOUTS he wants both of you to do well in class so he definitely studies with you whenever you get the chance!! if you're smart academically he will absolutely take the chance to get a lil tutor session from you.

he's also super good about getting into your interests, and I feel like even if it was something he wasn't used to he'd be willing to try new things with a little encouragement.

FLOYD IS VERY FUN I LOVE HIM SM

okay so you had to have caught Floyd's attention one way or another, and most would probably think he'd drop you after he gets bored but I actually doubt that? once floyd actually, genuinely gets attached to someone (platonic or romantic) he doesn't leave THAT easily

good luck trying to not get squeezed, he WILL squeeze you 2x more than anyone else. However, he will also squeeze you slightly gentler because you are very good and fun and he likes you. don't worry, he isn't squeezing with the intention of popping.

floyd may bring you free food from his shift at the mostro lounge if he gets the chance or if the mood strikes.

now, floyd may not participate in your interests, but if they're interesting enough he'll definitely watch you! he also loves when you come to his basketball games or practice.

you're not entirely immune to floyd's mood swings, but if you and him are particularly close friends, they don't get so bad when you're around. surprisingly, he's calmed by your presence.

Kalim is such a sweetheart tbh. he wants to be friends with everyone!!!

if you and him get particularly close, expect a ton of gifts from him. like, a lot. he'll always give you these massively expensive things like it's nothing and he'll be like "this reminded me of you!!!"

he's so sweet tbh. anything you do he's interested in trying, and he REALLY hopes you'll be into his interests also. any sort of instrument or vocal talent will have him ecstatic

If you're not good at trying things new, he'll help you get better at that! he's always so open about trying new things and he'll definitely encourage you to do the same.

Once Jamil trusts you, he can and will verbally thank you if you can distract Kalim and do things like study with him. if acts of service(giving) is your love language hoo boy you're going to have a blast 😭

I applaud you if you're able to make friends with him tbh

he is definitely not one to be all buddy-buddy with just anyone like kalim is, so it'll take a while of building up trust, boundaries, and understanding for him to truly consider you a "friend", and you may just be the first close friend he's ever truly had.

once he does consider you a friend though, he'll readily let you speak and/or show him anything about your interests. he won't say much but he's definitely interested.

he would also appreciate if you'd come to his basketball games but you don't have to, he won't be particularly upset about it. one of the rare times you'll see him genuinely smile is when he notices you in the audience.

if you're not in Scarabia, sometimes, when Jamil is cooking, he'll make a little bit extra for you and send it over when he gets the chance

if you allow it, jamil definitely rants about kalim when he gets the chance, just to you. if you agree with him or just listen in silence is up to you and your personality, of course.

this isn't my best work but I really hope you enjoy it anyway 😭 I'm so sorry if it doesn't live up to your expectations

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feralsciencenerds · 3 months

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Out of both colress and Maxie, who is the one who confesses first and makes the first move? (Fluffy hcs are welcome too!)

OOC// Okay, that first one I'll definitely post an artwork for ASAP! But I'll do a few little headcanons now so you at least have something to read haha This... Might be pretty long whoops. I could talk about this absolutely endlessly, but for now I'll just pick the things that are floating at the top of my head. Thank you for your question!

Despite the fact that Colress and Maxie do butt heads frequently, they work surprisingly well together. Maxie is practically the only person Colress will accept advice from, and while Maxie's not quite as well learned in the field Colress works in, that different outlook on things is frequently exactly what the research needs. Similarly, Maxie isn't particularly great with technology, and of course, Colress is always happy to lend a hand with that. They offer fresh insights on one another's work, and while that doesn't always go perfectly, it is exactly what they need. They also absolutely let one another info dump about their interests.

Colress is extremely possessive over Maxie, and while most see that as a red flag (as they probably should), Maxie's actually very into it. He finds that possessive nature incredibly attractive and is very drawn to it. Colress is none the wiser about this, and it's probably best he doesn't know, because he would likely tease Maxie relentlessly about it.

Speaking of teasing, it's practically Colress' favorite activity. Originally, Maxie despised him for it, but he's come to somewhat appreciate just how brutally honest Colress is with everyone, including him. If he actually gets annoyed, Colress is usually able to tell and will back off, which isn't something he does with most people. Maxie's actually started to tease him back most of the time, so they'll just break out into playful banter at random occasions until one or both of them gets bored.

Despite the above, though, they do share a lot of softer moments. Colress is frequently aloof and rather disconnected from reality, but towards Maxie, he certainly has a softer side. He tends to be especially cuddly at night and in the early morning. He's also no stranger to some PDA, which was originally a problem when they were still trying to keep their relationship a secret, but is now a well known phenomenon in Team Magma's hideout. Colress' personal favorite thing to do is to stand behind Maxie and wrap his arms over his shoulders so he can pull him close against his chest. This is sometimes accompanied by some light swaying~

Colress usually has his hair slicked back, but when it's not, it's rather soft and surprisingly long. Maxie quickly found himself very endeared to early morning Colress, who had not yet had the time to put the gel in. He could sit for hours just running his hands through Colress' hair, and though the blonde complained heavily about it at first, he's found he actually really quite enjoys it.

They are completely terrible for one another. Colress' influence in a previously semi-reformed Team Magma has caused multiple very illegal things to happen, and Maxie's been a part of them all the way through. They're kind of this unique blend of toxic where the people who are most affected by it aren't the two of them, but others around them... Let's just say they do their best, but their best is still not great for the poor people of Hoenn.

Maxie is extremely emotional, and while this usually results in him blowing up at people, it's just as likely that he'll cry in private. Colress is the opposite. Generally speaking, he keeps his emotions under lock and key, which means the only time they come out is when there's so much pressure on the box that it breaks. When this happens, he tends to completely isolate himself because he doesn't want people to see. They are extremely good at comforting one another.

Neither of them are morning people, but Maxie's convinced himself he is for the greater good of Team Magma. Colress, on the other hand, needs to practically be shoved out of bed, and barely functions until he's had his morning coffee. He's made it a habit to cling onto Maxie and complain when they have to get up, but will eventually relent.

Speaking of coffee, Maxie likes his black as the night sky, whereas Colress wants his own to be practically only milk and sugar. He's got a rather extreme sweet tooth, and Maxie finds it incredibly funny.

Colress has always been extremely flirty with Maxie, even before they were together. He finds flustering him incredibly endearing, and even to this day continues to do it. He himself is practically impossible to fluster, but when it happens, it's surprisingly mostly in more domestic situations, rather than anything raunchy/flirty. Little things that make him realize that Maxie loves him simply randomly get to him at times.

Colress' love language is physical affection and gift giving. He'll head out on long walks while doing some of his personal research and while he does, collect cool and pretty rocks he thinks Maxie will like. Maxie, by now, has an entire box full of random stones Colress has brought him, and he appreciates every single one of them. Maxie's love language is quality time and physical affection. This frequently leads them to watching documentaries while cuddled together in bed while one or both of them info dump about their respective favorite things.

Maxie is one of the most organized people you will ever meet. Colress, on the other hand, is... Not. His coat probably weighs 3x what it originally did from the amount of stuff he's always carrying in it. Pens, paper, a random screwdriver, keys, paper clips, nuts and bolts, a laser pointer, some random rock for Maxie, a fidget toy... The list goes on. Maxie has, on multiple occasions, tried to get him to empty his pockets, but somehow, the next day everything is back in them. Despite the chaos, Colress always seems to be able to find everything perfectly. At least his room is kept relatively tidy.

They're disasters your honor <33

#pokemon #colress #team plasma colress #magma leader maxie #maxie pokemon #feralscienceshipping

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lazuleilex · 3 months

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3 YEARS AGO

"Y/n, a few kids are getting a bit rowdy on shelf 13. Tell them to quiet down a bit before I go kick them out myself." Your father sighed, heading to the front desk to aid some already lined costumers. It's surprisingly busy this day, its almost suspicious. The library was placed on the farther edge of the city, so not a lot of people are able to come here unless they're simply that desperate for a book, which not a lot of people do. It's usually tourists who come all the way here, asking for directions on how to get on the central part of the city, where Metro Man was. You sucked in a breath before slowly heading to the said shelf number as the playful voices of teenagers began to get louder and louder the closer you got. "This place is boring, Annie. Where's Metro Man? There isn't even a cute aesthetic here! Just books." A blonde girl whined. More like yelled, actually. One of her friends grumbled, annoyed. "Well it's a library for Christ's sake. The hell do you expect, Tina?" And then a whole argument began as they started to blame each other for every little thing. You slumped. This is ridiculous. And a small part of you can guess that once you let your presence known and tell them to quiet down, they simply won't listen. They're teenagers, after all. They all go through that stage. You did, too. But you're not gonna bother remembering all that again. Quite a nightmare. And its not like you'll let your dad kick these poor kids out like rats. Alright. All you have to do is speak up. They may be loud, but loud people are pretty chill sometimes, too. You cleared your throat, stopping their bickering momentarily. "Excuse me ladies, if it's alright, can you keep it down a bit?" You mutter, seeing the kids look at each other for a few seconds before nodding. "Sorry, miss." One of them answers in a whisper as they began to bicker once more. This time notably quieter than the last. You shrugged. It was better than nothing, after all.

You moved on to the library's center. It was a mess. Books scattered all over from past visitors. "Gosh, do people nowadays not know how to clean up after themselves?" you muttered under you breath as you began to pick up some fallen literatures off the carpet before touching with another hand. You squeaked, surprised by the sudden contact as your eyes moved up. It was a man. Metro Man. He wasn't in his usual hero attire everyone was so used to seeing every day. He was more, well, civilized. Less flashy. He gave you a lopsided grin before picking up some books himself, placing them over a wooden table. "Sorry. It's all my fault. Got caught." He chuckled, but you couldn't respond from the shock of him being here. "Caught....?" You managed to muster up. "Caught." He grinned before continuing, "I visit this part of the city often. Just for a change of pace in my life. It's much more quiet than that of the central part, but someone caught me visiting one night and now everyone's following behind. I'm really sorry." He sighed, grabbing a few more books over as you were still left there dumbfounded. "Uh, I....I promise I'll be more careful. If Blue-y were to catch on with this and starts another little rampage again, I don't know how to forgive myself." You gulped at that thought. Megamind never really paid mind to this part of the city. He personally said it was boring and plain, that he wouldn't even bother to handle the acres of land here. Though an insult, you're rather thankful this place bores him. Safe. You cleared your throat, not wanting to be compared to his oogling fans. Wait, what? You? "N-no. You don't have to apologize, it's not your fault. I mean, even I didn't notice myself that you were here. Do you think they'd leave on their own, though?" You asked, refusing to make eye contact with the infamous man in front of you in fear of drowning in them. There's no doubt this man was handsome. Good looking. And from what you're witnessing, a pretty decent guy. You've seen him countless of times on TV, saving people and receiving countless of awards, even when he was still starting off as one. It'd be a lie to say you didn't imagine yourself being the damsel in distress he saves every once in a while. You wanted to flush those feelings out already. He's literally right in front of you! "I...I don't know, really. Citizens are a bit unpredictable, but I'll try to sight myself in other places." He says, shrugging, a bit unsure himself in the decision he was making. It was a sight. The hero know-it-all doesn't have an answer to bring on such a low ended problem. You couldn't help yourself from laughing. "Well, I hope that works, sir. But, I am a bit curious. What about this place makes you want to visit so much? Y-you don't have to answer if you don't want to, really." You wanted to smack your head so hard that instant. He already mentioned it moments ago that he liked the scenery! He chuckled, looking away before leaning closer to you. You were facing to the side and he followed, his lips brushing your ears before blowing air out towards them. You flinched, surprised by his action as you covered your ear with your palm.

Your eyes finally met his, awaiting an explanation only to see him grin. "I liked the scenery." He replied, finally moving away and straightening his posture. "The air feels much more cleaner. Refreshing. Feels as if I'm not Metro Man. Just an ordinary, random citizen." "Seems like someone's tired of being Metro Man." You blurted out, quickly covering your mouth and apologizing, saying that it was never meant to be some kind of an insult if he takes it as that. "Ha...that obvious, huh?" He sighs, crossing his arms over his chest as if to protect himself from something. "Keep it a secret between us two, okay? It's...been getting exhausting without reason sometimes and I just...well...?" "You don't have to explain yourself. I get it. You shouldn't be ashamed of that. It's fine." You state, trying your best to brush comfort on the man in front of you. He nods, "Thanks. And uh, I'm gonna go. I think your library's getting even busier by the second." "Well, I'll have to thank someone here for that, yeah?" He laughs, waving you goodbye before leaving. A few days later you see an article online stating that Metro Man often visits the town on the opposite side of the city from where you lived. You couldn't help but chuckle, knowing the reason why. It made you feel somewhat special. Days pass by a blur and once you know it, he's back again.

And again.

This day in another one of his different outfits. His hair is down messily, as if he just got out of bed. The deep blue eyes you secretly drown in, now a forest green by the contacts he wore. "Do you seriously think that outfit is gonna change anything?" You chuckled, covering your mouth to stop yourself from letting out a louder giggle. Metro Man grinned, raising a curious brow at you as he leaned in closer from the front desk, resting his arm over it. "Why? Am I still just as handsome as ever?" He asked, practically challenging you to just say it.

Say you're attracted to him just as much as he is to you.

More than you would ever know. You shook your head,

"Nope. Just as ridiculous as ever." You say light heartedly, making him let out a breathy chuckle,

"Ouch, my ego. You wound me."

Though you tried to remain nonchalant, his charm and playful expression was having it's effect. There was an ease between you now, born from his now frequent visits that had become a highlight of your days.

"So what brings Metro Man skulking around in disguise this time?" you asked, leaning back with him on the desk. "Hiding from more adoring fans?"

He sighed dramatically. "God, seems like my true identity has been uncovered once again. Yes, I came here for the books. Maybe they'll give me some advice or guidance."

You chuckled. "Well, the self-help section is over there. Though I'm not sure even they have advice for superhero exhaustion."

"Yeah, maybe not." His gaze softened, meeting yours. "But simple company can be helpful too. If the librarian isn't too busy, that is."

Your heart fluttered, turning your head to check the time.

8:14 PM. Looks like enough time to spend before closing, you thought.

"I think I can squeeze in a few minutes," you said, smiling.

"Great!" says Metro Man with a beaming smile. "So, anything new around here? About you? Any exciting stories to share?"

As you give him an update on the latest library happenings, practically blabbering about anything that comes to mind as the two of you head over somewhere around the library with less prying eyes, you see the tension visibly leaving his broad shoulders. It's clear he enjoys these quiet moments of normalcy.

These conversations have been the usual routine whenever he visits the library, some light and deep conversations slipping from each of your lips, equally connecting the dots from each topic that surfaces between the hero and librarian.

"It must be difficult, shouldering the weight of the whole city," you offer gently.

He sighs. "You have no idea. Sometimes I just want to be...ordinary?"

Reaching out, you give his arm a reassuring squeeze. "You can always be normal here. No need for disguises - you're welcome just as you are. Well, I guess a little disguise won't hurt. Wouldn't want last time to happen again, but you get what I mean, right?"

His eyes widen slightly, then soften with gratitude. "Thank you, Y/N. That means more than you know."

Just then, your father calls for help at the front desk, making you let out a sorry sigh. "Duty calls, but feel free to browse as long as you like." you say with a smile.

As you walk away, Wayne calls softly, "Y/n? For what it's worth...around here I feel most ordinary when I'm with you."

Your heart skips, turning your head around to hide the blush rising from your face, muttering out an "O-Oh, o-okay." before speeding off back to your working space.

As you finish helping the last patron at the front desk, Metro Man emerges from the shelves, books in hand. "Find anything good?" you ask with a smile as you check them out.

"A few that caught my interest. I may or may not have already read them years ago, but y'know." he replies, returning your smile warmly. You notice the tightness have left his shoulders, a relaxed expression spreading along his face.

On a whim, you say "Well, if even the books bore you as much, should we head out now? It's close to closing. I'm sure this time my father wouldn't be meddling us—well me, anymore."

The man in front of you smiles, brightening up the space. "I'd love to, thanks." You nod, grinning ecstatically as you see him turn around, his back facing you before walking away.

It'll be half an hour before your shift finally ends, making it feel like forever now that he's waiting for you. Just as the clock finally hits 9, you bolt and stealthily head on over to the corner Metro Man was staying at.

You practically hurried him out of the library, avoiding your father like the plague as you go. "God, I feel like I'm back in my teens again." You huffed, memories surfacing back from the past where you used to sneak out of your family's humble home to watch late night movies with your friends. But suppose this time was different. You weren't technically sneaking out. You're a grown woman and your shift already ended, and you just wanted to leave already to avoid your old father's never ending yaps. Too deep in your own thoughts, you almost couldn't hear the brunette man beside you snicker, "In a sense that you're hiding your boyfriend?" He asks, waiting eagerly for a witty response to come out of you, only for him to see you look away and blush ever so slightly. That was enough of a reward for him. He cleared his throat, beginning to walk away with you beside him. "So...where to?" ┌─────────────── •✧• ───────────────┐.

Ending this a bit to here since the next part would be, um,

Interesting. IYKWIM

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#Megamind #metro man x reader #metro man #library #heroxcivilian #hero x civilian #female reader #xreader #steamy #kinda not really

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scalamore · 1 year

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Ch 96 - Random thoughts and impressions (small spoilers)

Fangirl time

I LOVE how Lari is the one who's a blushing mess during the horse ride home. Usually the ML is flustered because of the FL's boob squish, but Lari is as affected by it. She's completely paralyzed because all her senses is focused on his solid, muscular chest HAHAHA. Surprisingly, Rupert isn't blushy or awkward about hit, he's ok with it. BUT I BET IF THE POSTIONS WERE REVERSED HE MIGHT BE REALLY BLUSHING?? haha

On a random note, I wish we got more Lari cleavage. Apparently KKP doesn't allow too much since this is the all-ages version. I think it's nice Lari has a nice chest, makes her extra soft and fluffy :3

Yup, Lari is not getting the think that Rupert likes her romantically. She's still thinking about TL1 and how he married Tory. She's not quite sure if RupeTory have a romantic inclination, but at least confirms he has no active plans of marrying Tory or anyone else right now. Interesting I WONDER WHY THAT IS LARI.

OK tory is just ridiculously creepy, just using Lari's balcony as an entrance/exit , staring at her when she's asleep and then moving on. Lari's a pretty light sleeper so she knows this has been going on. CREEPY.

THERE IS BOUND TO BE SOME COMMENTER who sees that in this time skip things are boring ("that's it"?), that Lari fixed her initial problem already and she's just idling time away passively. I will try my best to ignore the haters and not spoil HOW this is the calm before the storm... this calmness is what made it extra painful later when plot hits.

IDK what to make of the manhwa saying she's 17 soon. Is it an error? instead of a 6 month time skip, is it now 1 year and 6 months??? IDKKKKKKKKK (see my prior post)

ANYWAYS. LARI LOOKS EXTRA ELEGANT AT THE SECOND HALF OF THE CHAPTER. She's winding down for the night, drinking tea, and she looks extra mature and pretty to me. The S3 cover makes it seem she doesn't get a haircut/permanent hair style change, so maybe this is her casual hair on a cold winter day?? I also don't know what to think about this.

I like Elaine, she's cool

YES, THE DETAIL WHERE RUPERT GRABS HER HANDS AAAA I hope we get the internal monologue about that it's v cute to read

OMG THE FACIAL EXPRESSIONS ARE AMAZING. You can see the moment the light is extinguished from his eyes in those cuts. There's a subtle texture oh his cheeks/nose/hands - showing he's been out wandering out in the snow for who knows how long before he arrived at Lari's balcony.

I call it a balcony, but it's on the 1st floor. I don't know a better word for it.

HAHAH so he does flop on her bed in the novel, but it just hits differently to see him just getting nicely tucked into 'Lari's bed by Lari herself. She actually tries to kick up out with the comment of needing a bath in the novel lol. DOMESTIC LARI IM OK WITH TOO

OMG RUPERT LOOKS SO EMPTY AND DEAD INSIDE. POOR GUY IS JUST LOST AND BROKEN RN while Lari is trying to get him to open up and talk about what's wrong

LARI UR SHOCKED FACE IS JUST SO CUTE I LOVE YOU

So technically Rupert's red eyes aren't because he's been crying, but rather, they're red/baggy because of the shock/realization he has nothing left. he's completely empty, the emperor is dead, he killed him himself, yet EMPTY. NOTHING. IS HE HAPPY? no. IS HE SAD? No. EMMMPPPPTTTYYYYY

PLEASE MANHWA TEAM, GIVE US A GOOD CHAPTER 97 WITH LOTS OF EXPOSITION OF WHAT HAPPENED TO RUPERT AAAAAAA

#your majesty please spare me this time #manhwa #rupelali #rofan #otome isekai

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emilythezeldafan · 1 year

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Hello Puppets Headcanons

A/N: This is what happened when I'm bored with access to Tumblr. Did them for Nick Nack, Riley Ruckus [they're the two I ended up with interps of because I highkey related] and my OCs Bella and Ashley. This is for post-game human versions.

@graceandtheidiotsquad this is probably annoying by now but here

Nick Nack:

If you say his show was bad he'll cry. ...He might also cry if you say it's good, ngl-

He's the youngest.

He gets a little nervous if someone uses his full first name because he thinks they're pissed off at him. [Coughing, well done, Mortimer]

He still wears makeup. And kills it. He taught Ashley how to cover her scars, actually.

I'm thinking bi or pan? All I know is he is DEFINITEEETTTTLLLYY Not straight.

Him and Riley still bicker. They usually don't get into physical fights because Bella is around to stop them actually beating each other up.

He still shares a room with Bella because I was nice and gave both of them abandonment issues and separation anxiety.

This bitch will take any excuse to put on a show and drag everyone he can into it.

He annoys Riley for fun sometimes.

Despite being the youngest he's still protective even if he's scared of Riley when she's mad. /lh

He has an 'art mode'. If he's drawing you're not going to get his attention unless you throw something at him.

Riley Ruckus:

If she ever 'met' Handiunit [yes, the computer from Sister Location], she would break it.

Oldest aside from Mortimer. And since Mortimer got his shit wrecked [he dead] she pretty much takes his place as the oldest of the group now.

Her science experiments all keep turning into various degrees of jackass stunt. It's worse when Ashley helps her, somehow.

I don't care that it's canon she hates Scout, I say that they should commit accidentally destructive chaos acts together. [Looking right at your interp, Grace. /lh]

She has threatened to beat Nick up when he annoyed her "at work" before, but so far has not acted on it. She's secretly the protective kind of "Only I'm allowed to beat up the annoying fucker" sister.

If someone asks her about science, she will ramble. She's probably some form of neurodivergent and she kinda shuts herself up because Mortimer used to snap at her to shut up a lot.

She is very attached to Rosco. [Thankfully not LITERALLY like she was in the first game]

She has scars on her mouth, which she still uses her creepy smile mask to cover a lot of the time.

She's an absolute nerd. She may or may not know lord of the rings is a work of fiction now, but she's still a fan.

She stresses herself out a lot. Like, usually not that bad, but sometimes to the point where she Can't Function.

She doesn't sleep, honestly. Most of the time she just "sleeps" where she passed out the night before. She knows two things, coffee and spite.

She's the opposite of Nick. Emotionally constipated as hell, probably because she's used to having her emotions exploited by Mortimer.

Easily irritated. Still has anger issues.

Bella The Ballerina [OC]:

She still dances, surprisingly she's still a natural dancer even though she can't walk more than 5 steps without falling over something.

She's the "middle child", she was created before Nick but after Riley.

On the show "Mortimer's Handeemen" she acted as the supportive sister figure, she is still this now.

Mortimer, seeing no point to her as she had no need to possess a host and therefore refused, and she refused to play his "games", deems her as weak and useless. He had no problem with calling her this.

Her eyes, like Riley's, are mismatched - however, rather than "natural" heterochromia, one of her eyes is blue while the other brown because she got into a physical altercation with Mortimer over his abuse towards the others and he straight up ripped one out and it needed to be replaced.

She sings more than she used to, as she isn't as self-conscious about her voice. This and This are her favourite songs to sing, aswell as Ballora's Song from Sister Location.

She has scars all over her human body - which are from various cracks and scrapes she got from Mortimer when she was a marionette.

She once got tangled in her own stage curtain and accidentally ripped it down. She's never living it down.

She's pretty much the mediator between Nick and Riley.

Still quiet, but she talks more to her family and Michael [Another of Grace's horror interps]

Distrustful of people she doesn't know

Ashley Anderson/Host [OC]:

Player character from the original hello puppets. Two words: Jackass Energy.

She originally was scared absolutely shitless of the puppets, now she's adopted them all and wants to throw Mortimer out of a window.

She has scars - on her mouth/lips and one on her wrist where Scout was previously stitched to her arm. She uses makeup [thanks to Nick] and bracelets to cover them, but most of the time she's fine with showing them now.

She acts like an idiot, but she's not so much stupid as she doesn't think things through before she acts.

She has parental trauma. Not sure what type but I know they weren't good - she doesn't talk about it.

She uses her wrench for a lot of things: building, tinkering, making gaps she can't fit through wider, threatening to shove up asses, and hitting people she doesn't like.

She has the energies of all of Jackass, Markiplier, Jay Merrick, Ash Williams, Wanda Maximoff but specifically in WandaVision in mom mode, and this streamer, all at once.

Honestly, I think her and Scout probably have one of those dumbass-slightly-less-of-a-dumbass friendships [Looking at Grace's interp and pointing /lh /aff]

She's a huge fan of the Boris Shuster novels

She's also a gamer. You know I had to do this to her at some point. /lh [She ended up introducing the *former* puppets to video games and...it didn't go well because everyone got introduced to a little thing called Riley having gamer rage.]

She has NO filter. None. She thinks something? She will say it. Doesn't matter if it's inappropriate, stupid or full of swear words, it's comin' out.

#Hello Puppets #Hello Puppets: Midnight Show #Hello Puppets!#Nick Nack #Riley Ruckus #Bella The Ballerina [OC]#Ashley Anderson [OC]#Hello Puppets OC #Hello Puppets OCs

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thevindicativevordan · 1 year

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Comics this week?

Action Comics #1054 - Loved Superman going all Naruto with a susanno, loved how PKJ portrayed Supes in line with both the original Golden Age attitude (he calls Metallo a bully and takes him down a peg) and the softer modern incarnation (he offers to help Metallo save his sister). Reads just like Morrison Superman does. My one complaint is that we're still falling back on Metallo spamming kryptonite. All the upgrades he got from Warworld tech, and he's resorting to that yet again? Disappointing. Metallo isn't a total jobber, he's crippled Kara, beaten Conner and Jon, kidnapped the Super-Twins, built an army, he's kicking ass and is dangerous... except he can't even seem to scratch Clark himself. Henshaw calling Metallo a loser does seem to be true. I have a notion where this is going, I think Tracy is either going to die or be revealed as the leader of the Blue Earth group, and Metallo will join that movement to get revenge on Superman for her death, or to work for her because she's the only thing he cares about anymore. If Metallo gets to kill Henshaw and PKJ sets him up to return down the road for another big arc where he finally kicks Clark's ass, that's good enough for me. Otherwise, much as I've enjoyed this, I can't say PKJ has succeeded with Metallo the way he did with Mongul. He did however make me realize the one big Superman trait Metallo contrasts with that I'll write about at the end of this arc.

Green Arrow #1 - Never been a huge Green Arrow fan, an odd thing to say considering I read his entire Rebirth run start to finish, but I enjoyed Williamson's Superman so much I decided to give this a shot. Cry For Justice was actually one of the earliest stories I read because my library had a trade of it. Insane that this is where we finally get a reunion between Roy and Lian. Otherwise I thought it was fine, not sure about the cosmic aspect of things, but I intend to read the first arc at least.

Unstoppable Doom Patrol #2 - Doing a piss take on the Krakoa Era X-Men right as I've become bored with them post-Hickman is just what I needed. Cackled at the data page jab, and also Culver lampooning how stupid it is for every magic group to just slap "Dark" on their title (knock it off Johns). Robotman launching Worm into orbit to prevent him from blowing up the Shelter was hilariously fucked up, should hopefully assuage the people afraid this would just be a knock-off X-Book. That's pure Doom Patrol right there, even more so with the reveal that Velvet is the true double agent. Peacemaker is a bastard and a great villain for the Doom Patrol, Culver has me fully on board with the Suicide Squad being the true antithesis to the Doom Patrol. Loved Burnham's depiction of the Shelter, FINALLY some cool superhero bases again! I missed that

Detective Comics #1071 - Interesting experience reading PKJ Action and Ram Detective at the same time, because they are both aiming for long epic runs that redefine their respective franchises. Action works better for me because it never loses sight of Superman being at the center, whereas here we get an issue full of lore dumping with Batman barely featuring. At this point I'm losing track of all of these new characters and the MacGuffins they're squabbling over, plus yet another retelling of Ra's early days. V's best work has been with Two-Face and Mr. Freeze, these Orghams are rather dull and derivative of other would-be usurpers, and I don't care about them anymore.

The Riddler: Year One #4 - How? How is this so good? How is a movie tie-in written by an actor who has never written a comic before running laps around experienced writers?

Blue Beetle: Graduation Day #6 - Surprisingly strong ending. Probably the best bridge between the original Giffen run and what the movie is changing. Looking forward to the ongoing now.

Sins of Sinister: Dominion #1 - Think I'm as sick of Sinister as the X-Men themselves are. Moira attempting to reclaim control of the narrative was nice, now how about we actually DO that by making her more than a mustache twirler? Unless the solicits are lying, Emma, Hope, Exodus, and Charles going into the Pit is going to be undone quick, but perhaps at the cost of resurrections. I give this event a 7/10, a huge step down from Judgement Day.

Invincible Iron Man #5 - Think I'm out, Fei Long and Tony's rivalry is stupid. Long just picks a fight with Stark for no real reason other than "I want a rival!" and while there's some justification beyond that, it's bound up in the Avengers not claiming Mars while the X-Men did. If this was Long wanting Stark's company to help Orchis, and Tony thwarting him being what kicks off their personal enmity, then it would be better. Instead Duggan tries to jump right into making things personal, but the crux of their fight having roots in another franchise undermines the whole endeavor.

Hulk #14 - Terrible ending but I expected nothing less. Had a chuckle at how heavy handed the letter from Samson was, might as well have been Ottley going "yeah sorry this run didn't go the way we wanted with Cates bailing, here's Bruce reset back to status quo, good luck to the next creative team!"

Doctor Strange #2 - Honestly I preferred Clea as the solo lead. The book is fine but it's not gripping me the way I want. I'll give it until issue 6 to pick up.

W0rldtr33 #1 - It's great, Tynion doing another horror book how could it not be? Jesus Christ though, somehow this is hitting even harder for me than the Department of Truth did. Internet as a demonic entity could come across as corny, but damn if Tynion doesn't make it terrifying.

#weekly reviews

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toomanythought · 3 years

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A critique of the magic knight captain's outfits because that's the kind of mood I'm in.

1. Charlotte

I've decided that she has the best outfit of anyone here.

She's got several colors going on, but most of them are neutral so It's ok

Blue and silver with gold accents isn't really a color scheme you can go wrong with

Could use a little more armor, but overall a rather practical look

Could stand to loose the helmet but overall not bad

10/10 something I would wear

2. Dorothy

I'm loving the energy of the pink in this one.

Honestly very pretty aesthetic

Not a lot going on, pretty much only pink w/ some black and white accents (There are two different shades of pink but that's ok because they're in separate pieces and nothing else is going on)

The green on her hat really helps make the pink less overwhelming, a great choice

Minus points because those shorts look a little bit like underwear and her boots should probably be black.

9/10 wouldn't wear it but I'd recommend a friend

3. The Vermilions:

It's pretty much the exact same outfit but Mereoleona wears it so much better.

The red and orange is kind of a bad combo, and I thought it was basic knowledge that redheads should avoid wearing red

The blue does work to cut this a bit though, so it's not as overwhelming as it could be

Kinda iffy on the pink sash. It really should match the cape by outfit laws, but I think that would put too much red in the entire thing

Fuegoleon you're pretty but that outfit really isn't doing it for you. Minus points for the lack of titty window. In the future show more skin. 6/10

Like I said, it's basically the same outfit, but Mereoleona wears it with a very different energy and manages to make it look good. I get pirate queen vibes. 8.5/10

Overall 7/10; I might wear elements of it.

4. Rill

The clothing needs a different style/cut but the colors are decent.

His cape doesn't class with his hair, and he's got the light colors well balanced with the dark

He looks like he's outgrown his pants though

Like seriously

They're a bit too short to be wearing without boots

And at least wear some socks to cover it up

Gonna give him the benefit of the doubt and say he hit a growth spirt and Walter hasn't had time to let out the hems

Shoes make me think of Tinker belle

6/10 I like the colors but he really needs different pants, and maybe shoes

5. Yami

Surprisingly not the worst but I am not without criticism.

He's got an aesthetic going that allows him to get away with a bit

As an outfit it's ok, but there's a distinct lack of professionalism going on

Sir are you really going to wear nothing but a tank top 24/7?

Also the over pant thingies make it look like he's wet himself

I like the creativity with the squad robe. No one else wears it like that

His outfit was better when he was with the Grey Deer

Can' figure out what's up with those boots

5/10. I'd never recommend wearing it but it's got a practicality to it.

6. Nozel

My dude you're rich enough to afford a stylist.

We're not even talking about the hair at this point, there are so many things that need straightened out

The ocean/teal blue he's got going on does not work with the periwinkle.

Also what's up with the pant leg cut outs. I really fail to understand the practicality of them

Why are there sandals

We are fighting people

Please wear close toed shoes

Also feathers and fur? Get it together my dude

While we're at it the feathers are kinda ugly in arrangement

3/10 I feel like someone failed to successfully merge two different outfits together.

7. Kaiser

I don't have a lot to say. It's pretty bland.

Very shapeless and fluffy

I'm honestly getting hot just looking at it

Aside from the buttons + gloves and squad robe, there's not much going on

I don't have many critiques of the squad robe. It's purple and yellow. Nothing too horrible.

5/10. Very generic and boring. Don't like at all but it's hard to come up with concrete bad things

8. Jack

Sir do you understand the purpose of clothes

It looks like an armored outfit so you get practicality points

What is up with all the leather straps

They literally serve no purpose

Please put on a proper shirt that covers your midriff

The pants/shoes combo is kinda sketchy

He needs to have either the black or the green running all the way up

Bracelets?

2/10. It's just... ugly

9. William

Sir I know your life sucks but please learn how to dress yourself. Your squad wears the uniform too and you aren't doing them any favors.

Feathers and fluff. Are you a bird dude? Is that your magic? No. It's trees. I know you like birds but you don't need to look like one

Please don't get me started on the colors

For posterity's sake I will now list every color contained within this outfit:

White

Gold

Red

Dark Red

Tan? Light gold?

Dark blue

Lighter blue (but only in one place and it's not touching the dark blue)

Purple. Because this outfit needed some more pizzazz.

White

Black

Get some pink and green and you'll be representing all the squads with ease

The style and cut is actually pretty good but the colors are beyond horrid

He tells Julius that the mask is tacky and then continues to wear it

And also match the rest of his clothing to it

He should have kept the mask as a statement piece and kept the outfit as one or two colors.

Honestly a very in character outfit because it demonstrates his inability to choose a side

3/10 I guess. I like some things about it but there's just too much going on. Bad overall outfit. Needs help desperately. Ask Mimosa. I have a feeling she realized it was bad.

#no hate i love all of them #they just make questionable decisions regarding clothing #william please sort yourself out #also fuegoleon you could be doing so much better #black clover #yami sukehiro #william vangeance #charlotte roselei #dorothy unsworth #rill boismortier #fuegoleon vermillion #mereoleona vermillion #kaiser granvorka #nozel silva #jack the ripper (bc)#cloverian clothes

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aromantic-misguide-to-romance · 3 years

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Egg Hunt Nightmare - short review

Devilgrams: Easter Egg Panic! (Diavolo), Race for the Golden Egg! (Mammon), Let's Decorate Eggs! (Beelzebub)

Easter Egg Panic!

The premise is ridiculous. Diavolo caused very stupid trouble again, mostly, and MC runs around with him, trying to help him fix it. Standard, just dumber than usual. The ending excuses it all though and I understand that sacrifices must have been made.

Most of the Devilgram is, as expected from the Nightmare, egg hunt and running after magical eggs. Since the title isn't as obvious as with other Devilgrams, I won't say much about plot.

First 3 episodes are generally not very memorable, but despite the generic topic of egg hunt, the plot is well executed. The scenes surprisingly vary a lot - some faster paced, some calmer, some sweeter, some more comedic, so you don't get bored with one motif stretched for too long. It's a decent mix of comedic action, a sweet word here and there, casually hinting the bond between Diavolo and MC.

That underlying bond naturally opens the door for more romantic exchanges and scenes and gives a reason for this ridiculous premise.

Part 4 is much longer and much more rewarding, so it makes up for the slightly bland previous parts, it's mostly both heartwarming and funny. It also offers a kiss option. Also in that cute sweet adorable situation, if you don't go for the kiss, the alternative suddenly kicks you in the gut with a completely casually dropped angst bomb, so enjoy your screamcat.jpg moments.

Choices: quite okay, nothing rude, nothing stupid, they're incorporated into the story in a believable way. But they're mostly just choice + reaction and most of them don't change anything. One chain of choices however is relevant, as a whole unlocks quite a long and meaningful scene. You have to get them all right to get to the end of it and to the kiss choice.

Music: with the variety of moods that the Devilgram covers, every one of them has a fitting piece playing. Well-chosen.

Very fun Devilgram, worth a try for the comedic moments - spiced up with usual Diavolo angst. It's not groundbreaking though - a decent story rather than a masterpiece.

Race for the Golden Egg!

The Devilgram has plenty of action plot as the title suggests so Mammon and MC are constantly running around but that's pretty much it. It is... not very interesting, and doesn't bring interesting interactions between characters either. It's focused entirely on Mammon's hunt for the golden egg, so it's exactly what it says on the tin. Nothing less, nothing more.

There are two romantic moments, but the first romantic option is disconnected and wasn't properly incorporated into the scene - it's sweet but the transition between it and the plot is very unnatural and throws off.

Of course, it's not one of those Devilgrams with lots of romantic potential, it's rather intended as one of those comedic ones... but it could have more bond between MC and Mammon and most of Mammon's hunt is rather bland than funny anyway. It's too focused on the hunt that it completely doesn't have ideas for. It tries to move the action around but it doesn't bring much variety into the adventure.

Choices: the main problem. You generally can choose between cheering Mammon on to amplify his recklessness or being a jerk, even in romantic scenes. Considering that people probably read Devilgrams to spend time with characters they actually like, I don't think the Devilgram gives any sensible options to react. There are various Devilgrams that make the turn down options actually fun, hilarious and friendly and this… definitely isn't one of them. Good choices aren't fun either since they might come off as making fun of Mammon rather than genuinely helping him - he does mess up specifically because MC was rushing him to dive into action but when MC doesn't rush him - he figures out right away how to get it done. So if you don't feel either like being a jerk or amplifying Mammon's tendencies for laughs but let's say would like to raise the number of braincells from zero to one… no choices for you.

Music: doesn't disturb, it's well-chosen and plays multiple pieces typical to funny moments and shenanigans.

I'd say that this Devilgram is very mediocre - nothing new or interesting about Mammon there, few heartwarming moments, annoying choices, the humour isn't outstanding either.

Let's Decorate Eggs!

The Devilgram is about cooking and decorating eggs, so exactly what it says on the tin, nothing more, nothing less. As such, it doesn't have any plot aside from cooking the eggs and decorating them, obviously, and is much calmer and slow paced than the other two. We don't really see any new unexpected sides of Beel and generally it doesn't offer much plot-wise, but it's a pleasant read.

It shows Beel trying out a new hobby and MC is accompanying him on various tasks related to it - so fortunately it has some variety and not just one scene stretched for 4 episodes.

The story itself is quite fluffy but not overly sweet as it's not focused on romance but spending time together, doing something fun. It has one (1) comedic moment - it's funny but it won't make you wheeze.

As a story with such a limited premise it's definitely well-done. It could be more balanced if it had more romantic moments, so if you look for romance and kisses all over the place, it's not this Devilgram.

Choices: some are boring - MC can either be enthusiastic or meh (bordering on rude, I'd even say) about Beel's ideas, most give just a reaction. There are choices that unlock more romantic scenes and further choices - it's quite easy to guess which choice does that.

Music: well-chosen, it's mostly just music typical for just calm everyday stuff going on, so exactly the right pieces for the story.

In general, the Devilgram doesn't offer anything particularly interesting, but it might be a nice addition to your Devilgram collection if you're interested in spending some time with Beel on a new hobby.

In conclusion, Diavolo's SSR is a fun, good read, Beel UR is just nice, Mammon's UR is skippable… maybe that's good, considering the trouble getting the card...

#devilgram reviews #obey me diavolo #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub

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vivwrite · 3 years

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With the Ghost of You(When the Sun Goes Down We All Get Lonely)

Maybe he’s just imagining, maybe its just another fantasy he pictures, but Luke seems semitransparent, a halo casting around his figure, holy, angelic.

“The night was very long but it didn’t seem long to the Snow Man; he stood lost in his own pleasant thoughts, and they froze until they crackled.”

or: Ashton meets Luke in a library, and the story tells itself. (AO3 link👇)

ooookay so my first fic for lashton and 5sos . Thanks for reading it. And tbh I'm extremely nervous because English's not my first language. So sorry for the mistakes lol.

One thing: I read Marquez's work in my first language, and I can't find the English version of it, so I translated the title and first sentence to English. There might be a mistake so sorry again lol

Ashton has always loved the library.

It isn't the school library, which is always so grand, demure, solemn, much like a robot- no, too cold and inhuman.

What he prefers, rather, is a smaller one run by a group of retired professors. It seems determined to hide itself in the northeastern corner of the campus, made up of three small but never crowded reading rooms. No matter when he walks through the doors be can find lamps shading yellowish circles on wooden tables, rows and rows of bookshelves up to the ceiling, and seats, beside small windows where the sunlight outside leaks in just perfectly on sunny afternoons.

To him it's always a getaway, a secret hiding place from the stressed and sometimes too fast school life, the only friend he can turn to when he isn't that enthusiastic about life, a comfort when facing another rock bottom. He's already studying a too rational subject; he'd love spending some time being just sensitive in here.

He'd spend hours and hours wandering among the bookshelves, picking one when he feels like it, skimming a few pages before deciding to read on or not. By doing this he feels just like a boy on the beach, amazed by an emerald or sapphire brought on shore by waves from time to time- what matters isn't just the book he gets. It's more of the communicating, the chore he gets to strike.

Unsatisfactory experiment result, loads of homework, a long and tiresome discussion with the professor about his research orientation- which he thinks is too early for him to consider, but she insists that as he has already got postgraduate recommendation he needs to consider it fully right now- and Ashton finds himself wandering in the library again, walking aimlessly, not for finding books, just to feel the connection.

It is a strange feeling, really, to be connected with books. Most of them on the shelves just seem to be books as they are, silent, quiet, lifeless. But, well, maybe it’s just his imagination- but some particular ones seem to be staring back- especially that one.

His hand automatically moves to pick that book out of the column.

It is quite delicate, a hard back small enough to be held on one hand, the title shimmering under the dim lights.

Ann’s Diary.

He remembers reading it in his teen years.

“Sorry, but that's mine.”

Ashton springs from the bookshelf. The book slips straight from his hand, hitting the wooden floor with a thud, as a boy rounds up from the other side.

He's tall- even taller than Ashton. And quite young, a freshman or sophomore, maybe. He is staring at Ashton from behind those strands of blonde, messy curls falling off to his face, piercing pale blue eyes met with his hazel ones, and that made his breath hitch for a second- although those eyes are definitely showing dismay.

"I... I don't really understand." He tries his best to cover all the confusion and fear- dealing with strangers always makes him uncomfortable (although he can manage it by acting cheerful and shit), especially with a pissed one.

But the boy seems determined to stay silent and on edge. He just flips the first page open, gesturing to a mark on it.

It's a two-word initial. Must have written quite a long time ago, as the lines are a bit blurry and the ink has faded into light gray. But he still recognizes the word, written in Italic, reading "L.H.".

Wait. The librarians never said that there is a place for personal collections.

Before he can ask about it the boy swirls around and walks off, leaving alone a dumbfounded Ashton.

He goes to ask the librarians, then the curator(because the librarians know nothing), about books with a L. H. written on it.

"This is a long story, darling, but it's late." Mrs. Hemmings' voice is collected and calm as always, but Ashton can tell that there is something as her eyes are a bit dull, "Maybe the other day."

His favorite spot in the library is a small table tucked behind seven rows of bookshelves of English literature(yes, he counts how many bookshelves are there), just besides a small window. Others rarely find it- unless they're crazy for novels by Adeline Virginia Woolf or they're just too bored to do anything else.

That's why he chooses here- There's no disruption, no noise, only the random shuffle for a person searching for books and pages being turned. Being alone.It suits him.

The sound of a chair pulling broke the silence,ripping him from the novel plot- someone has slipped into the chair opposite of him.

Well, fuck.

Ashton lifts his head from the pages, slight agitation rising from his chest, which shifted to utter surprise as his eyes meet a strangely familiar shade of blue.

Before he could say anything the boy blurts out , "Please... I want to explain."

For a moment Ashton just sits there, staring. Thoughts cloud his mind, tangling messily, laying conflicted- He was so senseless but now he seems so sincere! He won't trust his own voice right now, afraid that something stupid pops up all of a sudden. So he decides to just nod, a silent permit for the stranger to go on.

The boy clears his throat, looking a little nervous, "About the incident yesterday... I'm sorry. Got into something stupid and was shouted at all day long- but, I mean, fuck, even that isn't the reason I became such a jerk to you. I'm not trying to defend myself, but please don't be angry... Oh my fucking god, I don't know what I'm saying." He groans, pushing a hand through his curls, messing it up a bit.

Well, isn't that adorable.

Ashton hears himself chuckling, "I understand, no worries. Everyone has a bad day, don't we?"

He watches as the boy visibly relaxes with the reassuring words, a smile slipping on on his face, "Yeah, I guess. Thanks... Um, what's your name, by the way?"

Oh, right.

"Ashton."

"Thanks, Ashton." the boy's smile widens, "I'm Luke."

So the initial does belong to him. The L. H..

It's not until silence falls that Ashton realizes he may have stared at those sea- blue, sincere eyes for a bit too long. Hastily he ducked his head into his novel, flushed, trying to pick up the stream of Woolf's consciousness again.

"Virginia Woolf?" Luke's voice cuts in, and to Ashton's surprise- filled with pure interest.

Everyone else just thinks he's crazy and nerdy fancying Woolf's works.

"You like her?" He can't help but feel hope lighting up.

"One of my favorite!" Luke's literally buzzing with excitement, like a puppy finally getting some fresh air after a long lockdown in the house, "Never found another person to discuss, though. Everyone just say it's too hard to understand and shits."

And with that their conversation swiftly shifts into a heated discussion about stream of consciousness novels, to Woolf, then Proust, Faulkner, all way up the history, even to Freud- and Ashton finds, surprisingly, that they can strike a chord in every part of it- and the way Luke talks relentlessly, smiling so broad, eyes shining and hands waving- tells him he holds the same feelings, same thought, same passion.

His throat's sore- he hasn't talked that much in like, forever- but that doesn't stop him from being smug like an idiot when he leaves the library.

He's been alone for a long time, But it seems that he has finally found someone.

He starts to spend more time in the library- first just to do some more leisure reading and writing stuff there, then he starts bring his textbooks and laptop there to finish his homework, then even starts to stay there as long as he neither has classes nor needs to go back to the dorm. Yes, he admits it's kind of strange one's never tired of a library- especially that he has already ploughed through every part since he first stepped into it- but he knows why- a cute boy with ocean blue eyes and a smile is always there now.

It has become a routine. Luke accompanies him every day, sometimes already halfway through a novel when Ashton arrives, while other times Luke shows up merrily when he’s buried in the middle of projects and homework, bringing in a sense of cool breeze and fresh air before peeking over and ushering him to take a break(well sometimes the work has to be done, but Luke’s so sweet that he can’t refuse). Their time spent together is usually quiet, Ashton either typing away on his laptop or on a book, while Luke is immersed in his own novel, just piping up from time to time to discuss the plot or asking about the author. Topic wanders- books, school life, bands, music (seriously, how many same hobbies do they hold?).

They have went through so many fields- Stream of Consciousness to Science Fiction, Agatha Christie to Akudagawa, Shakespeare's Sonnet to Samuel Ullman's prose, but the list still seems far from ending. To Ashton's surprise Luke have read most of the writers not only by representative works but also less- famous chapters- many of which he only knows but has never read. He had thought he's an English Literature student, but Luke amazed him again by saying he studies Math actually- the same amazement occurred again when Luke discovered the chemistry paper Ashton's working on.

He can’t recall the last time he felt this content -Well, he can’t even remember when he has become so silent and depressed, on edge and under pressure.

But seems Luke has already become the solution.

Ashton sighs, recoils back in his chair, takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes- He never learns the lesson of not leaving your homework to the deadline, fuck it.

Besides him Luke rises his head, a slight smile tugging at his lips, "You finally done?"

He just groaned, eyes shut."I wonder how the fuck you can even finish your homework. You never seem to be doing anything related to math."

"Maybe that's because all can be done quickly if I want."

Smug idiot.

"Wait till you're a post graduate and you'll know what's torture."

"Will quit right after four years, then."

Ashton scowls, cracks open one eye and spares a hand to flip Luke off, to which he ducks away (he always does) and giggles, "You're of no fucking help."

"What do you want me to do, then?"

"Don't know. Tell me a story. Or just read something. As long as I'm not thinking my head off about the synthesis route of some stupid fucking molecule I'll be fine."

He heard a light chuckle, "Aye- Aye, Captain, here we go."

The sound of pages turning, Luke clearing his throat, then,"'It's so bitterly cold that my whole body crackles!' Said the Snow Man."

Ashton lifts an eyebrow wearily,"Now you're telling me an Andersen's Fairy Tale?"

"Shh. Shut up and be a good boy. It's my favorite one." then, "This wind can really blow life into you! And how that glaring thing up there glares at me!" He meant the sun; it was just setting..."

Luke reads on, and Ashton finds himself relaxing, sinking into the familiar tale he’s read hundreds of times as a toddler, following the thread of the story, recalling the dialogue, how the Snow Man calls the Old Watchdog “my friend”.

Luke's voice fades for a brief second, then returns, slightly changed, softer, “Then the Snow Man looked, and he really saw a brightly polished thing with a brass stomach and fire glowing from the lower part of it. A very strange feeling swept over the Snow Man...”

Here comes the part- tracing the memory he can still feel it, the confusion when toddler him read to this part, then realization and excitement for no reason when he picked it up again, just for one time, before he come to this city.

He thought a new place brings a new life. That he would finally leave that old black and white town. He thought he knew what life was all about, what love was.

So ambitious, so young, so dumb.

Ashton blinks furiously, shaking the thoughts flooding up away from his mind. He’s here, in his favorite place, with an adorable boy who keeps his company, reading a tale to him. He’s fine, they’re fine, it’s fine.

His eyes lands on Luke.

The small lamp on the table is tilted slightly, soft golden light casting gently down on the boy’s right side, splitting a silhouette, leaving the left side of his face in the shadow. Curls falls off his face, dangling. His long, thick eyelashes turns to an almost-silver color under the light, trembling slightly, dancing altogether with the little particles floating in the air, as those blue eyes, clear as the sunny day but still deep as the sea, moves with each line, each word on the page. Maybe he’s just imagining, maybe its just another fantasy he pictures, but Luke seems semitransparent, a halo casting around his figure, holy, angelic.

“The night was very long but it didn’t seem long to the Snow Man; he stood lost in his own pleasant thoughts, and they froze until they crackled.”

The story’s still going, coming to an end, and Luke’s voice, a little raspy now, is merely above a whisper, like if he tells it any louder the fragile, beautiful tragedy will be destroyed.

“Come out, dear sun! Come often, skies of blue!

And nobody thought any more about the Snow Man.”

And with that Silence falls, a sad love story coming to its end.

For a while they just sits, looking into each others eyes.

The atmosphere’s changed, he knows it, can feel it. It’s a brand new feeling, one he has never felt, the rising urge, the need, the want, to get closer to the boy in front of him, to truly know him, to be with him, go through everything with him, feel the same with him, to like him, love him.

Hesitantly, he reaches out, slowly, hand trembling.

For a moment Luke seems to be on the same page with him, eyes fluttering shut and automatically leaning in, but suddenly he gasps, like being reminded of something he has long forgotten, and recoils back sharply, Ashton’s hand touches nothing but air.

Why.

“It’s late, Ash.” Luke whispered, not looking him in the face, “Maybe the other day.”

Something’s changed between them.

Not that the intimacy has changed- no. They still meets at the very table, reading and chatting, Luke still listens to his bickering about homework and fucking lab life- but something’s there, like The Sword of Damocles, hanging dangerously, but both just choose to ignore it.

Luke’s still Luke, sweet and gentle, cute and caring. But he’s somewhat quieter then before- he’s still chatting when it comes to their hobbies, but he always stops abruptly after the topic’s over, cutting the conversation.

It’s only that Ashton’s confused, confused about fucking all of it, confused about why Luke refused his invitation, why Luke takes a step back while he finally decides to step forward. It’s like an invisible barrier is built, all things suddenly turns indefinite without reason.

He hate it. He fucking hate all of it.

It’s only worse that he’s stuck in the library right now- it’s pouring outside, he’s left his umbrella at home, his jacket has no hat, and Luke’s oddly quiet.

He’s reading, more of scanning automatically, mind crowded with uncomfortable thoughts, screaming at him to at least find out what’s wrong with Luke(he don’t know how when they’re in this awkward state), to pluck up his courage and try again(well look what a coward he becomes when it comes to pining), to get this mess sorted (to which he has absolutely no fucking idea).

Fucking shitty day.

He doesn’t know how much time has passed- the sky is darkening, pure black seeping into pale gray, as the window starts to mirror the lighted lamp, making it unable to see the outside.

He hears a sigh, then the sound of book shut.

He can see those clear blue eyes from the corner of his eye, a little dim than usual, like the eyes of a sad puppy, and that almost break his heart. He wants to get close to the boy again, tell him it’s okay, he’s here, no need to keep those shit all alone and stuff- but instead he stares intently at the screen, so hard that his eyes starts to water, cursing himself inwardly.

A pause. Then, “Ash.”

Ashton gives himself a slap in the head, then puts on his most cheery face, “Yeah?”

Luke shakes his head furiously, “Don’t... Don’t act in front of me. I know you’re not well these days, and it’s all because of,” He waves his hand impatiently, then pulls his curls, casting out another deep sigh, “Yes, I... feel there is something I need to explain.”

And again he finds himself lost of words, exactly like the last time Luke made an explanation. But Luke’s acting different- strange. He’s frowning, shifting in his seat, hands tightly clasped together, teeth tugging at his lower lip, eyes filled with... fear.

Luke has never gone frightened in front of him.

“Hey, hey.” He reaches out, trying to grab Luke’s hand, but the boy squealed and pulls away abruptly again- so he just sighs, being as comforting as possible, “It’s okay, Luke. All okay.”

Finally the boy seems to have made the decision. He points to the book he just finished, which is lying on the table now, “The second short story.”

“You’re making me a puzzle through Marquez? Typical.” Ashton picks up the book, checking the writer. He’s trying to make a joke, but it came out weak and not funny at all, as Luke just sighs again and rests his head in his hands.

“I don’t know how to say it, so.” God, he hates how Luke’s voice sounds, all hurt and in pain.

“Luke, I mean, I’m not forcing you, but you know you can tell me everything-” panic’s rising, and he feels the urge, that they’re coming to the crossroads-

“Um, Ashton?”

He’s never hated life- the approaching librarian as well- more than now.

“Yes?”

She comes to stand beside him, a hand on his shoulder, “It’s ten now and we’re closing in five minutes. You need an umbrella?”

“Um, just a minute. We have something to discuss. I promise it’ll be quick.” He gestures to the seat across the table, where he knows Luke’s sitting.

He expects a nod, but her face is puzzled, coated with a layer he can’t read, “We? But Ashton, there’s no one across the table.”

“What?”

His head whips around, so quick that he thinks he must have strained his neck. He closes his eyes, then opens them again- yes, Luke is sitting right there, in the chair, totally frozen besides the nervous act just now- but he’s there.

“But...”

She only shakes her head, “You’re the only one here all day, Ashton. No one else feels like coming on such a stormy weather.”

With that she leaves.

Ashton turns back to Luke frantically, “What the hell-”

He’s met with a stony face and watery blue eyes. Luke seems defeated and in total grief.

“Tell me, Luke. Tell me!” Panic overcomes him, his voice three octaves higher than usual. It can’t be real, it’s just his fantasy, things like this can’t happen in real life...

Luke holds out his trembling hand, and very slowly, reaches over, linking it with Ashton’s.

A wave of icy cold rises up- from his feet up to his spine, overwhelming him, drowning him, making his head dizzy, the world turning, the sense-

The sense of not being touched.

Luke’s hands go straight through his.

“Because they can’t see me.” The silhouette figure whispers, voice barely audible.

“I’m not as real as you see me, Ash.”

The next three days come and go like a blurry scene.

Ashton remembers it just vaguely- he remembers fleeing out of the library, running alone the dark campus path till his chest burns and every breath becomes a burden. He remembers the rain, pouring down and hitting him relentlessly, flowing off his face, mixed with some warm fluid he didn’t dare to think about. He remembers walking back to the dorm, all worn out and broken down, throwing himself on his bed and crying till weariness finally came over. He slept, then woke, then ushered himself into sleep again, like only in dreamland he could forget all of it, until he was really not able to sleep anymore.

He pushes himself up from his bed and stumbles into the bathroom, eyeing himself in the mirror. He looks like shit, even worse than a hangover, purple bags hanging from his eyes and hair sticking in all directions. He sighs, turning to walk from the bathroom, cursing as he nearly trips over something on the ground- but the word died halfway in his throat.

It’s that book. The Collection of Marquez’s Short Stories. He must have thrown it on the floor that night.

Ashton swallows, hesitant- he’s not that sure if he’s ready to face it, that memory, that typical boy- but his hand does it for him, already flipping through the pages.

The second work, what is the second work......

He sees the title.

Someone Messed up the Roses.

He takes in a breath.

Today’s Sunday, the rain’s stopped, and I want to pick some red and white roses to my grave...

His eyes is welling up, but he reads on, about the story of a boy’s ghost and his sister, a wish never coming true, a story of love and regret.

There’s a note, written in Italic, at the corner of the page, end of the story, black ink suggesting it’s freshly written.

You have given me the happiest moments my whole life and beyond life, Ash. It might be like a cheesy novel, but I love you and I’m sorry.

Luke Hemmings

He’s crying before he knows it.

“Fuck, Luke.”

The scenery outside the window’s changing, fading from concrete jungle to fields and woods. On the end of the road, a hill’s approaching.

He’s sitting in the bus, hand clutching at Marquez’s Collection and a piece of paper- a piece of paper Mrs. Hemmings gave him, showing a route to the place he wants to go.

The vehicle stops and Ashton stands, hopping off the bus, going for the iron door just beside the muddy road.

He pushes it open, the rust on it sticking on his hands, the scent of soil coming up to greet him. As he keeps walking stones appears- delicately carved, yet lifeless.

An oak. That’s what she told him- an oak beside him.

He lifts his head, looking around, and found it- an oak, already tall, rising from the soil, pointing straight to the pale-gray sky.

Uncertainty and fear echoes in the back of his mind, trying to stop him, as he just goes on.

He’s already experienced lost once. He doesn’t want to lose it again.

He stops in front of the oak, hesitates before sitting down, cross- legged.

“I don’t know what to say, Luke.”

He stops, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“A part of me is telling me to forget all this, deny it, wave it off as a dream. It’s all just a fantasy, something I pictured, and I’m supposed to, I should...”

“But, Luke, every minute spent with you is so real.”

“They would say I’m crazy, everyone will; I mean, who would believe a person falling in love with someone already gone- and supposed to be in the state of nonexistence? But... you’re like someone I finally found, a person in this world who could understand me... Who I’ve searched for my whole life.”

He sniffs, blinking away the tears welling up, “You know, during my years alone I’ve learned about not to expect, not to hope; but you... you bring the difference, like a light suddenly cracking in. I mean... if you’re there, if you’re really there... please, just please, give me something to hope, to wish for, and don’t just go away like that.”

“Because I’m so lonely,” He finally let it slip, “So lonely, Luke.”

A soft wind picks up, leaves rustling, like an answer. But as he listens on everything just stays silent, like they’ve always been forever. No silhouette, no soft voice belonging to a boy.

The sky’s getting dark, so he just pushes himself up and leaves.

He continues with the life. Attending classes, finishing homework, finally deciding his research orientation. His professor says something about “A big step” and “I know you can do it”, which he just brushes it all off, not truly listen.

He continues to go to the library- but not sitting in that very table anymore, and just stays there for less then an hour each day. He’s read Someone Messed Up the Roses again and again, like all of the other works have suddenly lost their attraction to him.

The pages are all dog-eared and worn out, but he just goes on with it, flipping the pages, ready to read the short story for like the twentieth time.

“I wouldn’t treat a book like that, you know.”

He jumps from his seat, eyes widening, turning around.

Someone turns up from behind the bookshelf.

Messy curls, sea- blue eyes, the lips curling up in a slight smile.

It’s like a dream. He’s in a dream.

Like he can read Ashton’s mind, the blonde walks straight up to him and extends his arms, wrapping him into an embrace.

He feels warmth.

Still no feelings of being touched, the figure still semitransparent, but warmth.

“It’s real. Don’t doubt it.” Luke’s voice is soft, reassuring, barely above a whisper.

Just like he remembers.

The warmth doesn’t fade, like when he’s standing under the afternoon sun, closing his eyes, feeling the hope coming up.

He finally believes it- tears are sliding down his face before he knows it.

“Luke."

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witchescauldron · 5 years

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Aries Sun is bold, energetic and spontaneous. They make an impression where ever they go and on who ever they meet! Their loud and cheerful nature calls others to look at them and they love all eyes on them but that doesn't make them worried about messing up they are comfortable in themselves and proud to be authentically themselves. They enjoy last minute plans, and having a lot of things to do, they have a touch of unrest and get uneasy when they are still for to long. Of they have to sit in class or for a meeting for too long they will definitely be bouncing their legs, plating with their looks or tapping the desk. Aries Sun isn't concerned with the past or the future, they live fully in the moment enjoying every second of it. They commit themselves to the present and feel ever high and low it has to offer, they have completed faith that the world will work itself out once they get there so why rush into it? Aries Sun isn't about the slow pace of life the long and boring mundane, they are the spark of the imagination, the pep in a person's step, they get things rolling and moving, they are great leaders it helps of they have someone next to them who can provide blinders to keep the Aries on tack but still be close enough to their level to allow them to still roam free and let them expand. Sometime people who are very controlling try their hand at a relationship with an Aries only to feel exhausted and a little bit guilty, if they are successful and wrangling this ball of energy they've been with them for a while I'll start to notice that this little ball of energy is getting dull and less shiny, all in good intent it is possible for a more mellow and controlled person to dim an Aries and mellow them out but it is almost never in a good way, they become a shell of the person they use to be. That is why an Aries needs someone who can keep them grounded but know that is it alright to let them fly. Aries sun isn't driven by material wealth they could be the richest person on earth they could be the richest person on earth and still drive a beat up car and not wear any designer things. if they're really feeling themselves will splurge and get it but it's not something they need in life they understand the simple joys and I feel like they don't need to prove anything to anyone.

Gemini Moon is a socialite that seeks out tantalizing and intriguing conversations with others, they enjoy others company and are on the constant look out for a dynamic duo, the Boney to their Clyde. As much as Gemini Moons like to socialize they appreciate their alone time, taking it to recenter themselves, pamper themselves, and just taking this quite time to learn something new or think over some questions. Always curious and looking for information to mentally download they will play 20/20 questions with someone just to find out everything about them. Gemini Moons are highly adaptable, so they do not thrive in routine and get bored rather easily, they thrive in change and adventure doing well in quick-paced situations. Gemini moons are witty, charismatic, and flirty, these seem to be the three characteristic types of this sign and they will frequently switch between them in one conversation or from day today so it can be interesting when you're talking to a Gemini to see if you will be getting a sarcastic response, a charming response, or a comment that will leave you blushing! Gemini's are rather emotional for an air sign, but like many of the air signs they don't really know how to process these emotions in a healthy way, they might feel an extreme emotion and be scared by it and suppress it. Gemini moons are very adaptable, they don't necessarily like taking charge but they are good second leaders they can easily move from a situation to the next as if there was no Gap or jump. Gemini moons can be rather chatty,actually anyone that finds a Gemini and their sun moon or Rising is prone to being a bit of a chatty Cathy especially if a topic they are well-versed in or curious about is brought up oh, good luck getting them to shut up.

Leo Rising is a bold, ambitious, fun-loving, eccentric person. You will find a sense of pride and Leo Rising is that you will not find in any other rising sign. Success always finds its way to a Leo Rising, they dress to impress and they have the attitude to boot, they know they deserve greatness and that they have the power to achieve anything they set their mind to, with a strong-willed successful attitude and constantly on the lookout subconsciously for opportunities and success the universe hands it to them and opens up more opportunities for them. Definitely a model for them would be dress for the job you want. Your risings are surprisingly logical, they are a fire sign so their emotions do run rampant at times, but, they have a head for business and I head for planning. The arisen's can be rather boastful, materialistic, and controlling. This can upset quite a few people with their ongoing self-love talk about themselves, being as materialistic as they are this can get them into financial trouble if they are not careful, and as great of a leader as they are they can be a little bit of a dictator sometimes they have no problem telling people what to do but sometimes I can come off as aggressive and demeaning. Leah risings do not fall gracefully, and don't take losses well a good life lesson for people of this rising sign is to accept failure with Grace and dignity and just know that their failure is just a stepping stone towards their success, the universe is looking out for them good things do come to this sign and it's only a short matter of time before things are frightfully put back together. Sometimes you gotta fall to realize your own greatness.

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whats-the-story-tc · 4 years

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3rd of March, 2020

"The One with the Alpha and the Omega"

Another day, another flannel.

This morning, I got ready surprisingly fast, and went to school earlier than I normally do. As I was nearing the gates, I realised why the universe arranged that for me. In the crowd, my eyes immediately found V, wrapped up in her great big scarf, walking in. Though I didn't go up to her, as I didn't want to bother her, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. It's entirely unfair that she's so beautiful in everything.

I was, once again, forced to realise how rarely we say hello to each other verbally. Today's form of non-verbal "hi!" was us locking eyes and smiling, as we went in separate directions. We did this twice, on two different stairways. Interesting dynamic, that of ours.

An hour before our upcoming test in her class, she came up to my class, a stack of papers in hand. "Are a lot of people absent?" she asked us. When I noticed the people nearer to her couldn't respond, I chimed in with the answer, specifying when she asked me to specify. "Thanks." she told me, then walked away, passing behind my back. While we were talking, there was a kind of sleepy softness in her eyes. Not the usual heavy sharpness when she's really tired, just... the morning coffee probably hadn't kicked in yet.

As we write our tests in English, V is grading at her desk. Me being me, I look up whenever she makes the slightest sound. The test, like all of V's tests, isn't hard at all if you studied properly, so I can afford it. She starts laughing at something, then shows it to us: someone drew flowers in place of an answer, because they admittedly didn't know anything. Huh. Blond Boy in the Back is, once again, sitting in front of me and often tries to cheat. V keeps an eye on both him, and another boy, calling them amateurs and lazy, and, at one point, she said she'd need one of those spray bottles full of water. "To spray water on them like on the cat when it starts eating the plants," she explains. It seems V's cat is every bit as extra as their owner. Meanwhile, I'm my own kinda extra, as per usual when it comes to V's essay questions. I roast Akaky Akakievich in one short essay, and in the other, about Onegin as a romanticism-era novel, I write: "It also contains many other attributes of romanticism, and my reason for not listing them definitely isn't that I don't know them." I said no, you know, like a liar.

Although V keeps reminding us that there isn't much time left until the bell, she ends up staying an extra five minutes after class, to wait for everyone to be done. "Guess I'm not having lunch anymore..." she mutters to herself, then checks her phone. "Oh, my battery's so gonna die..." she says. "Metaphorically, or...?" I ask her, and get a short, tired little laugh in return.

Next class' topic is drama and our own national theatre. I'm shouldering an unexpected anxiety attack, so I can't pay attention as much as I would've liked to, but I made it somehow. The fact that I won't have class with her for another week only worsened my mood. So after class, I trodded up to her saying "Oh, so period-accurate costumes were in style, that's why we didn't win!", referring to the drama competition I've been on last Friday. She tells me a bit about costumes, and that's when she starts getting curious. She asks me where we placed and who beat us, and calls the fact that the local team won "bias, you know how it goes". "Do you consider [third place] a disappointment?" she asks me, and after I answered I no longer do, but I did then, she tells me: "Well, you can't always win." I can't see her face, as she's packing as we speak, but I definitely heard that playful smile of hers in her voice.

Debate Friend enters stage right, and we start talking gaming. They talk Skyrim, and Life is Strange also comes up. When we discuss our choices, it turns out that V and I made completely different choices in the two biggest dealbreakers of the game — both of which entirely reflective of who we are as people. Then, this friend of ours in our year (from here on: Curly Friend, cuz I mention him often enough) shows up, and tells us that he'll be skipping class. "Let's pretend I didn't hear that," V says with a stage gasp. We remind her that the other class are attending this lecture, and she even remembers that our class has a similar lecture tomorrow. "We have to go to class while they're just sitting and listening to that lecture! Can you believe that, Miss?" I tell her. Bless her soul, she tries to encourage us that it's gonna be interesting. Then, as this girl asks V to look at what she painted, she's surprised when V recognises gore. "I'm not that old, you know." she tells her, grinning. "Not at all!" I responded, but I don't know if she heard it.

After all these groundbreaking things happening recently, I wasn't satisfied with how this day ended. It's a really ugly flaw of mine, no longer being satisfied with the little things. So when I went back for training, and saw that it was parents' evening, I got excited. I shit you not, I went outside every 20 minutes to try and catch a glimpse of her. But it took until the end of training until I actually saw her walk by, so I waited till she'd come back and see me there.

"What, are you not bored of school yet?" she asked me with a faint surprise when she saw me, eyeing my training gear, especially my shirt rather curiously. (It's my work uniform from this one sports event where I volunteered, you see.) After I explained her everything, and asked her how she is, she told me that they — as in the teachers — are, in fact, bored, but there were only a couple minutes left. She then proceeded to give directions/help out a lost seeming parent who showed up on the stairs beside us. As usual, I told her "Keep holding on, Miss!" when she walked away, to which she replied "Thanks! It won't be long now!" I think various forms of thank you might be what we say to each other most often.

You see, V is very different from all the other teachers who like me. Her grin, as we were talking, weren't the same as my Religion teacher's awe of me being an assistant coach, or A grinning at me like I hung the stars in the sky. I probably wouldn't even have noticed V being glad to see me if it weren't for me knowing her expressions so well. Because that's her. She doesn't put me on a pedestal higher than I will ever deserve to be on, unlike most people I meet. She just calmly enjoyed the fact that someone who likes her and is easy to talk to showed up, who isn't the same people she sat two hours in the same room with. It's like how cats like sunlight, in a way.

My day started and ended with her. How interesting. In honour of this, I want to quote a poem I know V loves:

"I remain a prison for myself,

For I am the subject and the object,

Oh, I am the omega and the alpha."

~ S ♡

[Every story I share here, no matter how specific I get with my wording, depicts actual events from my own life.]

#tc #tcc #teacher crush community #female tc #female teacher crush

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TFP Ratchet, Knockout, Shockwave, Soundwave, and TFA Prowl (his work could be his meditation or him studying nature) react to a bot reader who isn't the brightest, much like TFP Bulkhead in that they're more useful for strength than smarts, but does show interest in their work (the glances and occasional stares don't go overlooked). Who calls them over and lets them watch, or even teaches them what they're doing, who ignores it and lets them come on their own, and who's a mix of both, and so on?

Ratchet

- To begin with he finds it obstructive. He doesn’t need yetanother Bulkhead breaking things he needs, and yet, there’s something ratherendearing about the state of quiet attentiveness you enter when you’re tryingto subtly watch what he’s doing without him noticing. Of course, he noticesimmediately. There’s a reason you’re not first choice for stealth missions.

- He calls you over after the tenth time he catches you lookingcuriously his way as he tinkers with the ground bridge. There’s no need for youto clank around, finding excuses to pass by his work station and steal glancesfrom the corner of your optic. In fact, it’s much less distracting if you’djust stay still and watch – yip-ip-ip! Watch,not touch. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, per se, and he is not a control freak despite what somehumans might say, but he’s not comfortable letting you get involved inimportant things that need to be done right, and it will all be done so muchquicker if he does it himself. That said, he’s happy to tell you what he’sdoing, and even talk you through some of the procedures he’s carrying out. Notthat he really expects you to understand, but clearly you won’t stop pesteringhim until he explains it.

- Eventually you become an assistant of sorts. You’ll runerrands for him, pass on messages, fetch and pass instruments (which you beginto learn by name) and even give advice to him on certain things. He won’t admitit, but you make yourself surprisingly useful and he values your company. Nomatter that you aren’t the most eloquent conversationalist, neither is he.He’ll even request your presence himself on occasion, it can be thankless workbeing the one who always stays behind at base and it’s nice to have someone acknowledginghis efforts.

Knockout

- He’s absolutely delighted with the attention. Even if it’s nothis flashy paintjob that’s catching your optic, he’s always proud to be insomeone’s spotlight. He points it out to Breakdown, any excuse to gloat istaken by him. Clearly his skills are just that good that even someone like you,the last bot anyone thought could show an interest in something so technical asthe medical profession, has become enraptured.

- You’re invited over to the medbay to observe him at work assoon as he gets the chance. He’ll strut and preen as he tells you about what hedoes and demonstrates for you. You don’t mind; he’s actually a very informativeand patient teacher, and willing to put up with the many, many questions youhave. The fact that he welcomes them only encourages you. As your presence inthe medbay gets more regular, he finds himself answering your questions byletting you have a go at repairs yourself. Only minor ones of course, and underhis constant supervision, but it turns out you’re quite experienced with yourhands having been on the battlefield and are capable enough to handle the taskof simple operations on your fellow ‘cons.

- Breakdown and yourself become fast friends as you find youhave much in common and some day you hope to become a partner to Knockout likehim. Knockout often jokes that his finish is never in danger while he’s luckyenough to have two bodyguards on the job. The two of you act in a tag team;when one is on a mission, the other will be assisting Knockout in the medbayand when Knockout and Breakdown are on amission together, you will stand in until they return. Knockout grows toappreciate your continued diligence in participating in his work and discovershe values your company as much as your help.

Shockwave

- It seems illogical to him that someone such as yourself wouldhave the slightest interest in his projects, and yet your intrigue is painfullyobvious as you make no effort to hide it, even resorting to blatant stares whenyou have nothing else to do. It doesn’t faze him in the slightest, and he wouldhave gone on ignoring you for eternity if you didn’t make the decision one dayto approach him yourself.

- He’s a busy mech, and what with the delicate nature of all hisexperiments he won’t ever let you get involved. He won’t stop you from watchingeither though, and lets you spend however much off-duty time you like lending akeen eye as he goes about monitoring chemicals, conducting research andupdating data pads. It becomes routine for you to simply sit and observe,occasionally asking a question but not expecting an answer, and more often thannot you don’t receive one.

- When he gives you the keycode to his lab it comes as rather asurprise – you had thought he’d want to keep you out as you believed he viewedyou as a nuisance, but it seems that was not the case. You express gratitude tothis and remain extra careful not to get in his way. Though it may take awhile, he responds to your questions more and more, and one day it turns into afull-blown conversation. Since then, the two of you will talk far morefrequently and become surprisingly close, much to the bafflement of every othermech on the nemesis.

Soundwave

- As the eyes and ears of the Decepticons, Soundwave catches onto your interest in his work from the moment it blossoms. As long as you don’tmeddle with his efficiency, he thinks little of it. He admires your loyalty toMegatron and the Decepticon cause and your strength on the battlefield, and aslong as you don’t hinder him in what he’s doing he sees no issue in allowingyou to watch, save for occasions when he’s working on a particularly secretiveproject.

- Some days, however, he finds his workload is particularlystrenuous, and even with Laserbeak’s assistance he cannot be in twenty placesat once despite his considerable skill. It occurs to him then that there may besome merit in requesting your aid with his work. You start by simply deliveringnon-sensitive messages but work your way up to more complicated tasks, spendingmore and more time with Soundwave at his workstation. When Megatron suggeststhat Soundwave takes you on as a more official helper, Soundwave is glad forit. He’s found you do wonders to lessen his workload even if you can barelycompute the more complicated areas of his job.

- It turns out yourgut instinct style of thinking comes in handy. While you may not be able tocrunch numbers like Shockwave or formulate plans like Starscream, you offer aunique overview and insight to goings-on in the Decepticon ranks whichSoundwave finds influences his outlook while performing surveillance on thetroops. More than once your intuition proves true such as with Starscream’s latestplot to overthrow Megatron, and Soundwave learns to respect you as a partnerand valued confidant, even if you never do quite manage to perform a reversequantum algorithm encryption.

Prowl

- It takes a while for Prowl to realise that you’re watching himwhen he meditates. He’s normally so deep in exploration of his innerconsciousness that he doesn’t particularly register your presence, but afterrealising that you often seem to be in the room when he comes back into focus itcomes to his attention that you, the vanguard and brawn of the Autobot team seemto have some curiosity about what he would have thought would seem like a veryboring activity to you.

- Of course, he’s eager to encourage your curiosity, and soinvites you to meditate with him one day. You fidget a great deal and struggleto slow your internal systems to the noiseless hum he’s perfected, but he’s a patientteacher and content to allow you to figure things out at your own pace. He’shonestly just glad to have someone take even the vaguest interest on what heconsiders a cemented part of his life and ideals and also someone to pass on MasterYoketron’s teachings to. When you show an additional interest in his studies onorganic life indigenous to Earth he’s thrilled – clearly you’re far more of akindred spirit than he initially would have guessed. It goes to show, oneshouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

- Often he’ll get caught up in explaining a particularlyfascinating discovery he’s made or even just a seemingly simple natural processand you can’t quite follow what he’s saying, but you try to be a diligentstudent. Though he’ll correct himself to more accessible language, you stillfind yourself asking Sari to clarify on ‘Phototropism’ (which is not to do withtaking pictures, much to your befuddlement) and ‘Pigmentation’ (No, not thosefarm animals, that’s different…). Despite the (in your opinion) needlessly complexwords and convoluted explanations, you don’t lose your curiosity. Prowl justmakes everything seem so interesting. Likewise, Prowl is content to re-explainthings as many times as is necessary. It’s good that you’re showing an interestin the planet they protect, and he’s determined to encourage it.

#TFP #TFA #Ratchet #Knockout #Shockwave #Soundwave #Prowl #Headcanon #Admin Snowy #Intelligence comes in many forms #I lack all of them

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Hellyeah - Unden!able

Nope, not a new release from this year, but rather one from 2016 that I have just felt compelled to write about for awhile now, and after finding a splendid deal for a physical copy a couple of weeks ago and listening to it again recently, I just couldn't help but carve out some time for this album. I think most of us have at least one or several of those albums that garnered very little critical praise for predictable reasons, yet we can't deny our love for them. For me, Hellyeah's Unden!able is one of those albums, and I think it's worth going into some brief personal context surrounding my love for it (it's just my musical experience with the album, not gonna be unpacking any big traumas or anything).

For some reason I have always distinctly remembered my first time listening to the album. It came out the same day (if my memory serves me correctly) as Volbeat's Seal the Deal & Let's Boogie, which I was more excited for given Volbeat's run of good form leading them into the rock/metal spotlight a few years earlier, and given Hellyeah's previous albums (Band of Brothers and Blood for Blood) finding them in a rut of stale form. So I decided to listen to the new Volbeat album first, which turned out to be such a disturbingly recycled and radio-rock-fishing disaster, with "Lola Montez" rip-off after "Lola Montez" rip-off through the whole thing. It was such a grand disappointment and undoubtedly the band's worst album to date.

After finishing listening to that soulless heap of creative autopilot, I loaded up the new Hellyeah album, hoping to God to hear a band that sounded like they actually wanted to play what they were playing, and Unden!able did not disappoint at all. Devoid of any pretenses or façades of being more than just an honest vibrant metal album, Unden!able was exactly what I needed after Volbeat's disastrous album, and it has stuck with me since then for the sheer, uninhibited, honest passion and power the band play with on every song.

Unden!able found Hellyeah coming into strong compositional form in the right place at the right time to make an album even better than their debut (which fans and detractors alike often cite as their best). It's an exercise in confident, cathartic, well-orchestrated defiance against the subtle pressures that had been building on the band to either conform to something supposedly more sophisticated than their "low-brow" NWOAHM groove metal sound or face being continually critically panned out of their standing within the metal ecosystem, which is a fancy way of saying they were pissed off and made what they knew they were good at and wanted to to give their detractors a loud, direct "fuck you!". I don't want to characterize Hellyeah as some pitifully abused black sheep in the metal family; they just seem to be sneered at in a few notable circles for their simple approach to carrying Pantera's torch, but they have plenty of appreciative fans to contrast their detractors. In fact when I saw them opening for Volbeat of all bands before Unden!able (and before Volbeat's Seal the Deal), they were able to quickly win over the crowd that was much more stubborn to give their energy to Iced Earth before them, plenty of whom I know went home as new Hellyeah fans.

But back to, Unden!able. It's by no means a more "sophisticated" album than anything else Hellyeah had done up until that point, and that was intentional. On top of consistently well-produced guitar and bass tones that have gotten the job done for them efficiently, the band's strengths lied heavily in Vinny Paul's knack for heavy groove rhythms behind the kit that could make time to dazzle while not dropping the song being carried on its shoulders, as well as Chad Grey's visceral, uniquely tambred, and proficiently wielded screams and melodic snarls. And the band did well to play to those strengths by crafting banger after banger from start to finish for themselves to go wild on and showcase their ability in the best possible context. Songs like "X", "Be Unden!able", "Grave", "STARTARIOT", "Blood Plague", and my personal favorite by just an inch, "Scratch a Lie", are relentless, indulgent thrashers that channel the band at their most potent through their most complimentary formats to deliver exactly the kind of raw, fiery, palpable energy their style is supposed to. And indeed, the band is as direct lyrically as they are musically. Chad Grey isn't trying to be some spiritual lyrical miracle here, and the lyrics aren't really deep at all beyond the impassioned rage they're delivered with, again, intentionally, because this album is about tapping into and getting the best out of that natural expression of raw energy.

The band even ambitiously tow the line between corny and emotive on "Love Falls", approaching the modern alternative metal ballad with surprisingly successful vulnerability and well-placed strings to back it up. It's the kind of song that should have fallen flat on its face, but the band were just in such unstoppable composing form, they pulled off making a song with the lyrics "every time I fall in love falls out of me" actually feel unironically powerful through their delivery.

As much as I've listened to and continued to enjoy this album since its release in 2016, it's really just continued to cement that first impression it made on me of a band that just wanted to play some kickass metal and knew they had the capability to do it justice. The appeal of Unden!able is rather simple, but it is exactly the kind of album that suits Hellyeah and their creative trajectory perfectly. I'm not saying that bands should stick to what they're perceived to be "supposed" to do. I've been pleasantly surprised many times by artists stepping into supposedly forbidden territory, and, inversely, been bored to death by artists coasting on what has shown to work just enough to keep the lights on. What I'm saying is, Hellyeah didn't go into this album trying to be anything other than who they are (or were, rest in peace Vinny Paul), and that honesty set the band on the best creative path to success for them and it made that honest passion as tangible as possible through the performances they were able to bring to songs they so clearly felt and believed in 100%. It's easy to scoff at the kind of metal like this that just seeks groove and heaviness and widely applicable messages of defiance as opposed to what would be seen as grander artistic aspirations, but I think it's important to remember how integral this relatable defiance is to so much of metal. And if a masterful channeling of that unfiltered essence isn't something appealing, then perhaps that reveals a potential understanding of one's own distaste for that side of metal altogether that also perhaps warrants a bit of explanation upon hasty dismissal of works like those as being for the peasant class.

Hellyeah/10

#hellyeah #undeniable #unden!able #groove metal #thrash metal #thrash #alternative metal #heavy metal #metal #album review #great album

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