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dandylovesturtles · 2 months

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More Sidelined propaganda for @tmntaucompetition ! Today's special guest star is Omega from Replica by @kathaynesart

I promise that the 100ft boys aren't my redheaded stepchildren I've just had more ideas for Sidelined so far (and also they've been in a comp before). I'll try to write something for them sooner rather than later.

But for now, this!

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"Ohmigosh, look at that!" calls Mikey, pointing excitedly. "It's a cartoon Donnie!"

It's not hard to tell what he means - some kind of screen mounted on a wheeled tripod, with a cartoon Donnie face making various expressions as he "looks" around at the assembled turtles. Leo wheels his chair towards him, grinning mischievously.

"Look guys, Donnie finally evolved to his final form."

"Hah hah, I haven't heard that one a hundred times before just today," says the Donnie on the screen.

"He even does sarcasm like Donnie!" squeals Mikey.

"Faaaascinating," says Leo's Donnie, leaning in close to observe. "I would think this Donatello is just broadcasting from some remote location, but then why the sprite-based representation of myself? Mikey's handiwork, I assume."

"Correct that it is Mikey's artwork, however, wrong that I am a Donatello broadcasting from a remote location." The cartoon Donnie looks entirely too smug, even in 2D. "I am a fully autonomous AI made from Donatello's personality and memories. I am Omegabootyshaker9000, but most people call me Omega."

"An AI!? Of me!?" Donnie is really buzzing now, practically fluttering around the tripod. "Oh, that's brilliant! Ooooh, I would love to get a look at your programming - may I?"

"Nope, my programming is proprietary, as you well know."

Donnie's face falls. "Awww, come on! Your creator and I are the same person!"

"The deviations between our timelines would suggest that they are not. But nice try."

Donnie immediately turns sulky, pouting off to the side of the Leo's wheelchair. Leo wants to laugh at him, but something more important than his brother's disappointment occurs to him.

"Hey, if you're one of Dee's AI, I know someone who'd want to meet you."

So saying, he reaches around the back of his chair, under the various things he has hanging in the way (as always) and taps on the little drone stowed there. He hears a questioning whirr, then the sound of rotors slowly starting up, and then Shelldon pushes his way out from under Leo's hoodie, stretching his rotor discs like they're limbs.

"Sup dudes?"

"Check it out, Shelly - it's one of your big brothers!”

"Hm?" Shelldon blinks at him, still booting up, before finally looking at Omega. That seems to shock him all the way awake, zipping toward the screen and doing a lap around it. "Whoa! A Dee AI!?"

"Shelldon!" cries out Omega, looking delighted. "Oh, look at you! You look so young!"

"Hey, I'm not young! I'm version 13.0.8!"

"Ah, almost version 14..." Omega chuckles. "I know how much trouble you gave Donatello back in those days."

"He gives me plenty of trouble now," huffs Donnie, still sulking.

"Eh, don't listen to him," says Leo, waving it off. "Shelly's great!"

"You are part of the reason I have so much trouble with him," Donnie argues. "You're a bad influence!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"They update so fast," says Omega, interrupting their bickering. His sprite has a look of wistful nostalgia. "You should really cherish this time, you know."

"Eugh." Donnie makes a face. "There's nothing about this time to cherish. I'll be glad when he updates out of it."

"You think that now," says Omega, "but whenever Donatello remembered those years... he missed it."

The past tense applied to his twin makes something in Leo's stomach twist. Though they're out of his sight, he can sense Mikey and Raph tensing up, too. For the first time, Leo has to ask himself why Donnie needed to make an AI to store his memories and personality. And he doesn't like any of the plausible answers.

Omega seems to realize after a moment that he's sobered the mood, because he does a very exaggerated clearing of his throat and says, "So, that wheelchair is interesting, he said in a very natural segue. Is that a Genius Built original?"

"Uh," says Donnie, and then he kickstarts into motion. "Why yes! Yes it is! You know, I can show you the schematics if you just let me see-"

"Haha, nice try again! But no."

"Awwww, come on!"

#sidelined au #tmnt au competition #rottmnt #replica au #rise leo #rise donnie #omegabootyshaker9000 #s.h.e.l.l.d.o.n

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repo-net · 2 years

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Oh I just had an idea, Nagisa post udg in a yttd like game (maybe with the yttd characters) and his doll/ai being of when he was trying to make the Paradise

I didn't really know how to work Nagisa into a YTTD-like setting without it feeling kind of off, but I really liked the idea of a slightly older and more mature Nagisa chatting to an UDG version of himself, so I did my best to try and make something out of it. It's a bit rusty, but I hope this satisfies!

Just Me

It was the evening of the second day on the death game's third floor. Most of the participants had already went to bed, exhausted from all the attractions they've had to go through for the day, and their lives constantly being at risk in every move they make.

Most of them were asleep. Except for one. A boy that was naturally more of a night owl than a morning bird because of his upbringings.

Nagisa Shingetsu always had trouble sleeping at night, and the reasons were always different, if not piled up together. Nightmares of his past, overthinking thoughts, stress over his future, worry about his friends, or just a general insomnia problem. Whatever it was, he always had trouble sleeping.

But today, he was awake and ready for a new reason. There were AIs of him and the other unlucky participants with him in the monitor room across the hallway, and he wanted to see one thing; his own. He had traded all of his me-tokens to convince the baseball playing adult among them to buy him his own info and give it to him, which thankfully, being a child had it's own merits and he was able to get under the adult's heart.

Using the instructions provided to him, he made his way to the monitor room, turning on the buttons for his own monitor.

A screen flickered on, static scratching against the soundboards as the young boy stood in front of the screen, fingers twiddling in anticipation. His eyes darted in the room around him, nervous on the possibility of anyone following him or seeing him. After confirming that there didn't seem to be anyone else around to see him though, he focused right back onto the screen in front of him.

"I wonder how updated these AIs are... well, no better way to find out than figuring it out myself, I suppose."

The static stopped for a moment, the screen turning dim at the same time, Nagisa panicking for a second if he had gotten a step wrong in the process of turning on the monitors somewhere... before the monitor finally lit up, showing an identical version of him right before his very eyes, albeit younger-looking.

The AI version of himself seemed rather uninterested and bored, eyes idling to the side as it had a hand on his chin, before it's eyes darted to where Nagisa was, leaping back and rubbing it's eyes in disbelief.

"W-What the heck?! Am I hallucinating or something? This is... no, wait a second, you're me!"

"W-Wow, t-that really worked... I mean, ahem. Uh, yeah, I am you. Nagisa Shingetsu, former Li'l Ultimate Social Studies, you know the drill.''

The AI rubbed it's eyes again, looking rather irritated and annoyed, crossing it's arms as it relaxed back and looked at it's real counterpart.

"Yeah, look. I think I can discern that you and I are the same person. But enough about that... I don't think I'm even supposed to be talking to you. Isn't it impossible to trade for your own info, since it would require you to trade your own me-tokens?"

"Oh, I worked around that. Q-Taro Burgerberg seemed rather desperate for tokens, so I gave him all of mine in exchange that he'd purchase my info and give it to me."

"Eugh, you talked to that demon? I can't stand the guy, if you ask me. He seems like if Masaru had a mid-life crisis at the age of 20 and never recovered. Then again, I suppose he'd get rid of himself before he even gets that old. Tch..."

"Look, I- it was strategic as well, alright? If people ask you about what I am and what I was involved in, they'll connect the dots and see me as a danger, or worse, a detriment to everyone else."

"I... suppose that's true."

"Now, no one else has to know about myself... but I digress. I'm not here purely on strategy alone. I came here with self-interest in mind as well."

"Eh? What in the world would be so interesting about chatting with yourself? You do that all the time anyways, overthinking every move you make."

"Hey, don't call me out like that! Am I really that rude?"

"Hmph, the real me seems much more docile than I expected..."

The real Nagisa grunted, sighing with a touch of annoyance in his voice as he found a chair to sit down on, before speaking again.

"Listen here, I just needed to figure out some things about you. And maybe, y'know... have a chat while we're at it? I have no intention of dying in a hellhole like this, but my days might be numbered, so I may as well do as much as I can while I'm here."

"Figure out some things about me, huh...? Well, sure. But I can't exactly tell you anything I don't already know. Really, this feels kind of childish. Just ask me a question already."

"What's your most recent memory?"

The AI paused. An interesting question, it thought to itself. So he intended to figure out just how old it really was.

"Escorting Kotoko out of her arena after she took out another demon. After that, we went back to the base together, and Monaca baked us her signature cookies again. We also had ice cream that we made use of the adult serving them in the city for. Since it is me I'm talking to, I must admit... those treats certainly taste good."

"Oh, they were. But that memory... that's... huh. A little under a year from now. So that much has changed in such a timeframe?"

"Changed?"

Nagisa winced a little, seeing the judgemental and skeptical look his own AI was giving him. He took a deep breath, speaking again.

"I don't know how else I should say it, but... things have changed. Very quickly, might I add. The gap between your memories and mine may be less than a year apart, but you feel like a completely different person from who I am now. "

"What's that supposed to mean?" An eyebrow raised.

"Let me rephrase what I said. Maybe it's less I've changed, and more... I've lost a lot of things stressing me out and pulling me down. And to think as soon as that happens, I get pulled into a death game... heh, I really am a cursed child."

"I don't think I'm quite following here, somehow. What's happened in the outside world, me?"

"... The demon hunting game is over. We lost. Or rather, it was lost from the beginning."

"H-Huh?! I-Is that why you're in this death game?! As s-some sort of punishment for losing...?!"

"No, I think the reasoning behind me being in this game is a different one entirely. But listen here, past me... haven't you been having doubts about the whole demon hunting fiasco this whole time?"

"N-No! I would never... I could never... d-doubt Monaca..."

The real Nagisa seemed to squint his eyes at the mere mention of Monaca, looking away for a moment before his gaze fell right back on his AI.

"Be honest with me. You and I are still the same person after all. I've just come to terms with everything. Especially after all that's happened."

"All that's happened...?"

"It's a long story. I don't think I have the time to tell you all of it. But look, just... tell me. You've disliked the idea of killing since the start, haven't you?"

"I-I... okay, fine! I admit it! I know some of those demons were innocent, but what was I supposed to do?! They're our enemy, and even if it was unnecessary to me, they still... yeah, they still deserved to have it happen to them. If it were up to me, I would've... I would've...!"

"Calm down for a second. Don't get too emotional, you know this already."

The AI quieted for a while, a regretful feel in it's aura as it looked down.

"I would've rather they just leave the city... we didn't have to kill them. But I could never oppose Monaca... not after everything she's done for me, for us... A children's paradise where none of us had to feel scared was what I wanted more than anything. But judging by what you've told me, it must be an impossibility by now."

"It's impossible now, yeah. But we can't do anything about it anymore."

"... Sigh. Forget it, I just have one thing to ask. How are all the other kids? And the rest of the Warriors of Hope?"

"The Monokuma kids, I assume? They're... doing fine. Better without our control. As for Masaru, Jataro, and Kotoko... they're all doing okay. We've retreated to a safer place for the time being, and we're under the watch of two adults. Unfortunately for me though, I ended up getting thrown into this stupid death game... ugh."

"W-Wait a second, adults? You're letting those d-demons take care of you? Who in the world-"

"They're the same people that overthrew our rule and started the revolution the adults had that led to our end. Fortunately, they were... sigh. They're the kindest adults I've ever met. They forgave us despite everything we'd done to them and they've been making sure we stay hidden ever since."

"I can't believe that... an adult... no, adults took us in and have been shielding us from danger. And they're the ones that beat us too...! That should be impossible... why would they ever forgive us? They have every right to detest us... why?"

"I couldn't understand it either. Maybe I'll comprehend those brains of theirs one day."

"A-And wait a second. You mentioned Masaru, Jataro, and Kotoko, but what about Monaca? S-She isn't dead, is she...?"

"Um..."

Nagisa's eyes drifted away uncomfortably. His AI pressed it's hands against the screen, knocking on it as it wanted an answer.

"Hey, answer me! What happened to Monaca? Did the adults get her? You didn't... you didn't fail to protect her, did you?"

"No, I would never...! Monaca's just... she's just-"

Before Nagisa could finish his words, a knife flew right onto the monitor and cracked it with a direct hit, shutting down the AI completely, as the former sage was caught off guard.

"W-Who's there?!"

He turned around to see where the knife had come from, only to see a ginger haired boy tossing a knife up and down in the air, playing with it as if it were some sort of shuriken.

"My oh my bastard, aren't you a brave one? It's late as hell and yet here you are, having a fun chat with your own stupid AI. And I thought night patrol was going to end up with me not having anything interesting happening at all!"

"R-Ranger...! You, stay away from me...! If you kill me here, I'll-"

"Kill you?! Woah woah woah, I'm not gonna do that, kid! I just happened to be passing by around here, and I gotta say, I'm impressed! Finding a way to get your own info by getting that old meathead to buy it for you? Now that's the kind of loophole trickery I'm into!"

"S-So you're not going to... do anything?" Nagisa asked, practically frozen in place.

"Not at all! I've already done what I wanted to, getting rid of that AI of yours. You're one clever brat, but you can't be moving around the rules like that. Or I'd be in for a mouthful, ahahaha!"

Ranger approached closer to Nagisa, masks held up in one hand as his other hand held his spare throwing knife, as he danced it's blade around the threads of the boy's scarf, giggling sadistically.

"Your scarf ain't half bad, y'know... oh, to just stab you with this knife right here and now and put that thing on me... the thought just excites me... I can't wait for that chance. But I'm gonna be letting you go now."

The boy whimpered in fear, a sigh of relief escaping him as the knife was put away by Ranger, the doll moving away to the side.

"Well then, go be a good brat and go to sleep, why don't you? And make sure I don't catch you staying up this late again. Or there'll be some real consequences next time... heheheh."

Another sadistic giggle came out of the doll, as he watched a discomforted blue-haired boy leave the monitor room, before looking back at the monitor with a knife piercing through it's screen.

"Ah... I really should've savored that a little longer. Can't be helped though. If Dad saw that kid walking around, he wouldn't be so forgiving for seeing a participant with their own info. That bastard's an interesting one though... but whatever."

The floormaster pulled the knife out of the machine, staring at it intently as he put it away too.

"Not every one can live up to their parents' expectations anyways. And for that kid, it isn't just his parents that he's failed anyways. Mweheehee."

#danganronpa #danganronpa ultra despair girls #nagisa shingetsu #shingetsu nagisa #warriors of hope

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cobaltusami · 3 years

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Tropical Vacation pt 8

Well, this isn't the fic I was planning to release next, but oh well-- I was feeling It.

Hey hi hello dolls! It's been a long ass time since I've updated this series, and unfortunately there aren't many tickles in this part, but there Is a ton of fluff! either the next part or the part after will be chock full of tickles! (Or both)

I hope It's alright!

Characters In this part: All of DR1 girls excluding Junko and Mukuro, All of the DR2 girls. Lee!Chihiro

Word count: 3429

All previous parts, as well as my other fics, can be found here!: Masterlist

Hina kicked at the sand absentmindedly as she gazed longingly out at the water. “Man, I really missed seeing the ocean but…” She crossed her arms and made a face. “What good Is it If I can’t swim in it!? I’m like a fish, If I don’t swim In water I’ll die!!”

Sakura smiled amusedly at her best friend. She can be so dramatic sometimes… “Hina, they said It was safe to swim In…”

“Yeah but Monokuma didn’t give me any of my swimsuits…” She mumbled dejectedly, kicking a rock into the water.

Yeah, they didn’t exactly get the chance to pack their stuff or even ask Monokuma for specific things from their rooms. Aside from the morning announcements he hasn’t even shown up-- not that anyone besides Byakuya was complaining.

“Ugh!! That’s It!” Hina ripped off her red jacket and tossed it to Sakura. “Hold my jacket, I’m going In!”

The Martial artist fumbled the piece of clothing, caught off guard by the swimmers sudden outburst. She quickly grabbed the brunette’s arm to stop her. “W-Wait! Instead of doing that… Why don’t we just go find the store and see If it carries swimsuits?” She suggested.

As usual Sakura was the voice of reason amongst the chaotic gays.

Hina paused, thinking it over. “Okay… That sounds good In theory, But what if they don’t carry them?”

“Then I’m sure they’ll carry donuts… we’ll get some to cheer you up then ask Usami if she knows where the swimsuits are.”

Aoi giggled as she took her jacket back from the tall girl and tied it around her waist. “I like the way you think!” She grinned. “Let’s go!”

“Alright, Let’s just ask Nekomaru where the store Is.”

They both looked to Neko, who had stuck around to keep an eye on Mondo.

“No need! I can show you where it is if you want.” Mahiru volunteered, suddenly behind the two.

Hina squeaked as they both quickly turned to face the Photographer.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you both.” The red head apologized with a sympathetic smile.

“Geez Mahiru!” Hina giggled, placing her hand over her still racing heart. “You got me good!”

“Are you sure? We don’t want to trouble you.”

Mahiru nodded with a smile. “I’m sure. Actually, I was coming to find you two. Apparently Usami has something to tell us girls...”

The two tensed. It’s not a motive, Is it?

“What do you think It is?” Hina asked as she started walking with Sakura and Mahiru.

“I’m honestly not sure. Normally she gathers all of us, not just the girls.” Mahiru responded.

As they crossed over the bridge to the second island, the girls of both classes came into view. Even Toko, surprisingly.

“Hey Toko!” Hina waved her hand at the writer. “Glad to see you out of your room!” she smiled as she turned to face her.

“W-Where Ha-Have you two b-b-been?!”

“We were checking out the beach.” Aoi answered. “Sorry, did we worry you?”

“D-Don’t b-be ridiculous! Why w-w-would I worry a-about you m-m-meatheads?!” she blushed.

Hina smiled and wrapped her arms around the awkward girl’s shoulders in a hug. “Aww, You WERE worried about us!”

“S-Shut up!” Toko blushed even more, batting the brunette away.

Soon enough, Usami appeared out of nowhere. Much like they were used to Monokuma doing. “Love love! Hello everyone!” She greeted the group cheerfully. “I hope you are all getting along okay!”

“We’re doing fine, Usami.” Chiaki smiled, patting Chihiro on the shoulder. She had brought them along and wanted to include them In on whatever Usami had planned.

“I’m glad to hear that.” Usami replied. “As some of you may know, I no longer have my magic stick…”

“Magic stick?” Sakura repeated quietly, confused.

“It’s a long story.” Mahiru whispered back.

“But It appears that Monokuma must have one of his own. Because there’s some new buildings on this island!” Usami explained, surprised. “One of such buildings, Is a women’s clothing boutique. Which is why I asked you all here.”

Sonia’s face brightened. “Really?? Wow! That Is wonderful!”

“I thought I should tell you all first before I told the boys.” Usami giggled. “I thought It might be a nice chance to bond with the other class’s girls.”

“And enby.” Chiaki and Mahiru both said at the same time. Chihiro smiled at the two girls In response.

“Right! I’m sorry, I’ll remember that for next time!” Usami apologized. “Anyway! There’s also a spa on the Island! So enjoy yourselves!”

She disappeared from sight, leaving the group to talk amongst themselves.

“This has to be a trick of some kind.” Kyoko said thoughtfully. “A motive, Maybe?”

“Yeah, I am not trusting It either.” Peko agreed.

“It’s gotta be a motive, It’s been too peaceful!” Hina chimed in.

“What If Monokuma put ‘Saw’ movie level traps in the clothing?” Ibuki theorized. “And the moment we put on the clothes-- SQUISH! BLEH! Off with our heads!”

Mahiru cringed at the gory sounds Ibuki tried to make, sighing softly. “I doubt he would have time to do that. But It’s definitely suspicious…”

“And why only things for girls?” Akane thought aloud. “It seems like a trap.”

“I think we should check It out regardless.” Celeste smiled. “I think a spa trip sounds lovely, perhaps even worth the risk.”

“I GOT IT!” Hina yelled in realization, all attention now on her. “WHAT IF MONOKUMA PUT SHARKS IN THE SPA?!”

“This again…? H-Hina I doubt there Is enough water for sharks in the spa.” Sakura sighed. She loved this girl, but sometimes she could be a bit… out there.

“She might actually be onto something.” Kyoko surprisingly agreed with her wild theory after a moment of thinking.

“H-H-How wo-would that e-even be possible?” Toko stammered in disbelief.

“Maybe not specifically sharks, but that would be the least suspecting place to put something dangerous.” The detective calmly theorized. “It may be too dangerous to check out without more muscle power.”

“Why do we need more muscle power? Sakura, Peko an’ I can handle it!” Akane grinned.

“No offense to you three, but there is strength in numbers.” Kyoko responded, to which Sakura and Peko nodded in agreement. “But there are less places to hide dangerous traps In a boutique, So I think we should be okay to check that out.”

“And then we get the boys to go with us to the spa?” Peko asked for clarification.

“Yes. I think that would be wise.”

So with the group in agreement (except for Toko, who immediately went back to her room), the girls and enby headed to the boutique to investigate.

After some time looking around for clues or traps, they were shocked to find it was literally just a normal clothing store… or so It seemed.

“That’s strange.” Kyoko said, surprised as she inspected a piece of clothing.

“What? Did you find something?” Chiaki asked, yawning as she approached the detective.

“It’s… just clothes.”

“You mean, These are actually safe?” Sayaka asked curiously, poking her head around the corner to look at the two girls.

“It appears so… I’d still check before you try anything on but--”

She was already back around the corner with Ibuki. “Oh my gosh, Ibuki! With some leggings this would look so cute on you!”

Sonia giggled. “I agree!”

Ibuki looked at the frilly mini dress held up against her body in pure disgust. “Eugh! Ibuki doesn’t do this style anymore, It makes Ibuki feel restricted.”

“Okay, maybe not this dress then…” Sayaka put it back and looked around for another one. “We should match for our concert though.”

While the three looked through the costume dresses, Chihiro was on the other side of the store looking at all the cute casual dresses. They felt a little self conscious looking at them.

“Hi, Chihiro.” Mahiru greeted, approaching the small programmer with her girlfriend in tow. “Are you alright?”

Chihiro jumped in surprise, immediately letting go of the dress they were looking at. “O-Oh! Hi Mahiru… Hiyoko.” They greeted the two girls shyly.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you!” Mahiru apologized with a small smile. “I was just coming over to look for a new sun dress.”

Chihiro nodded, absentmindedly going back to looking at the dress they found as Mahiru began shuffling the articles of clothing on the rack.

The red head stole a few glances over at Chihiro, noticing their hesitancy. “Are you okay?”

Hiyoko tilted her head curiously as she too looked up from the dresses.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine! S-Sorry… am I distracting you?”

The two ultimates exchanged glances before looking back at the small enby. “Of course not… I’m just concerned about you.”

“O-Oh… there’s no reason to be concerned, I’m okay… really.” Chihiro put on the best smile they could, but Mahiru, who constantly photographed smiling people, immediately knew it was forced.

Hiyoko’s eyes scanned the clothing rack in front of Chihiro until she noticed a disturbed article of clothing, she walked over and plucked it from the rack. “This Is a cute dress.” She commented, drawing both Mahiru and Chihiro’s attention.

Hiyoko looked at the Programmer and smiled. “You should try It on.”

Mahiru had to do a double take, had someone replaced her fiery imp of a girlfriend with someone sweet???

Chihiro blushed brightly. “Um… I-I could never pull that off…”

“Sure you could.” Mahiru smiled, following Hiyoko’s lead.

“I-I don’t know…”

“Chihiro!” Sonia bounced over brightly. “You would look adorable in that!”

“Maybe If we found a sweater to go with it you’d feel better.” Chiaki smiled.

“Ooh! And some accessories!” Sayaka joined in.

Chihiro had a bad feeling about this…

“R-Really girls, I-Its okay! I was heading over to look at skirts anyways!” They tried backing away, but the girls weren’t letting them off the hook that easily.

Meanwhile, Hina found the swimsuits much to her excitement. They were pretty cute too! Some of them were plain, others had skirts to them, pretty patterns, bikinis, one pieces… you name it, they had it.

Hina picked up a red tropical flower patterned bikini with a skirt. “Check this out Sakura, It’s so cute! And It’s my size!” she squealed happily.

The martial artist stopped what she was doing and looked over at her best friend with an amused smile. “It looks nice.”

After another moment of searching she produced a similar bikini and showed It to Sakura again.

“That kind of looks like the last one.”

“Mhm! Except It’s white with red and pink flowers! What do you think?”

“It’s… pretty?”

“Good, Because It’s your size.” Hina grinned impishly.

Sakura paused. “Hina… I don’t do bikinis.”

“Why not?”

Sakura immediately got flashbacks. She recalled when she had first started gaining muscle and went to the beach with her friends, she had gotten stared at and made fun of. She was made so uncomfortable that she just went home.

“...Reasons.”

Hina pouted. She knew that was code for something serious. “Fine, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable… I’ll keep looking.”

“Thank you for respecting my--”

They were interrupted by Chihiro shrieking, they looked at each other in alarm and bolted in the direction of the sound. Upon rounding the corner they found Chihiro wrapped up in Sayaka’s arms while Chiaki and Mahiru tickled them.

Sakura sighed in relief upon seeing it was just something harmless.

Hina grinned. “You good Chihiro?” She couldn’t help but tease them.

“Hehehehelp mehehe!” They squealed as Chiaki squeezed their sides.

“Why are you all ganging up on Chihiro?” Sakura asked, feeling some pity for the smol programming bean.

“Why not?” Hina retorted. “Chihiro’s too cute not to tickle!”

“Hinahaha you’re not hehehelping!” They blushed even more.

“Oh sorry~ I’ll help you now.” Hina smiled innocently, approaching the trapped enby. The swimmer fluttered her fingers against their belly, drawing even more squeals of laughter. “There, do you feel helped now?” she giggled.

“Hahahahahaha! That’s nohohohot whahahat I meheheheant!” They whined.

“Chihiro started crying because they did not feel they could pull off this dress.” Sonia explained gently, holding the dress up. “So the others are trying to cheer them up.”

Sakura frowned. She understood where Chihiro was coming from, but literally Chihiro would look so fucking cute in that dress. It was a white ruffle sundress with a light yellow ribbon sash.

It was bewildering that Chihiro didn’t think they could pull it off…

Sakura scanned around until her eyes fell on a light yellow sweater with short sleeves, she picked it up and walked back over to the giggling programmer.

The girls stopped tickling and looked at the piece of clothing in the tall girl's hands. Chihiro slid to the floor in a heap of lingering giggles and soft gasps.

The white haired girl sat down next to them. “Chihiro, I understand how you feel. You feel like everyone Is going to be staring at you and judging you.”

They nodded meekly, staring at the floor.

“And maybe people have done that to you before…” She paused as Chihiro nodded again. “But you’re among your friends here, and we aren’t judging you In the slightest.”

“Yeah, Sakura’s right.” Chiaki agreed, sitting down too. The other girls followed suit. “We would never judge you.”

“We all have things we are self conscious about, Chihiro.” Sonia smiled kindly at the enby. “I am self conscious about my skin.”

“R-Really…? But you’re so pretty…” Chihiro looked at her.

“Thank you, but so are you.” Sonia pinched Chihiro’s cheek gently. “I burn in the sunlight, The kids I went to school with used to call me ‘Princess lobster’. So I try to avoid exposing myself to the sun.”

Chihiro blushed at the compliment and looked back down.

“I’m super self conscious about my weight.” Hina spoke up next. “I’m always weighing myself. I used to get teased for how many sweets I eat, my friends told me I was going to end up alone because no one would be able to look at me.”

“Hina, You’re gorgeous. You don’t have to worry about your weight!” Chihiro frowned.

“I used to get made fun of because I had braces when I was younger.” Sayaka shared. “They said I’d never be a singer because the metal in my braces would mess with the recording equipment.”

“Do I even need to say what I’m self conscious about?” Hiyoko sulked, folding her arms across her chest. “I’m short.”

Mahiru put her hand on Hiyoko’s shoulder. “You’ll hit a growth spurt someday.” She teased. “People called me a boy growing up.”

“I-I-I’ve al-always been s-s-s-super c-c-clumsy. People h-h-have always ma-made fun o-of me for It.” Mikan said softly.

“Of course they have, You’re a walking pile of pig barf!” Hiyoko snapped.

“Aah! I’m sorry!” Mikan cried.

Mahiru shoved her hand over Hiyoko’s mouth and pulled her into her lap to keep her contained. She sighed. Welp, so much for her being kind…

“People I went to school with used to accuse me of stuffing my bra, and constantly harassed me because of my home life.” Akane said quietly.

“I was feared, I was told I had monster eyes. Most kids avoided me.” Peko chimed In.

Kyoko looked down at her gloved hands then back up at Chihiro. “I think my insecurity should be obvious…”

“I got made fun of for loving video games. And I’ve got some pudge.” Chiaki poked her stomach.

After a moment of silence the girls looked at Sakura, who gave a hesitant sigh. “Do I need to say It?”

“Yes.” All except for Chihiro said in unison.

Sakura sighed again. “I get called ogre. People call me a freak or abomination. When I started bulking up, people told me that I looked better before and I lost a lot of friends because they were embarrassed to be seen with me.”

“Remind me to smack Hiro and Hifumi when I see them next.” Hina said quietly.

“Hiro doesn’t mean any harm by It.” she waved her off.

Hearing their friends being open about their insecurities made them feel a little better about opening up.

“Um…” Chihiro kept staring at the floor. “Kids I went to school with knew me when I Identified as a boy… and the first day I went to school in a dress, I got beat up and made fun of. Since then, I’ve been afraid to wear dresses… N-Not that skirts are much different… I’m just kind of traumatized by them.”

“Chihiro, You are adorable and beautiful.” Hina smiled warmly.

“Trust me, If anyone comes near you to beat you up or make fun of you… they’ll have a lot of people to get through first.” Chiaki added.

“You are one of a kind, don’t let people like that ruin something for you.” Sakura said gently.

Hina side eyed her, receiving a quiet; ‘shut up’ In response.

Chihiro sniffled, wiping their eyes. “Th-Thanks guys…”

“If you don’t want to try on the dress, We respect your comfort zone. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Mahiru put a hand on their shoulder reassuringly.

They looked at the dress In Sonia’s lap, then back up at the girls. “No… I… I want to try It on.”

“Are you sure?” Sonia asked.

They nodded, more sure this time. “You’re right. I need to learn not to take things to heart so much. Everyone has something they don’t like about themselves, even the people who picked on you.”

“That’s exactly right.” Kyoko nodded with a faint smile.

Chihiro took the dress from Sonia and stood up, they were about to head to the dressing room but they were stopped by Sakura, who handed them the matching sweater she found for the dress.

The enby gave her a smile before taking the article of clothing and retreating to the closed room with a new pep in their step.

A few minutes passed by, and something had occurred to Mahiru. “Wait a minute, Ibuki? You never said what you were made fun of for.”

Ibuki looked up at the red head, previously she had been drawing shapes on the floor with her finger waiting for Chihiro to come out. “Oh, Ibuki didn’t?”

“No, You didn’t.” Chiaki confirmed, eyeing the musician.

“Welllll…” Ibuki looked away sheepishly.

“Were you not bullied?” Sonia asked.

“N-No. Ibuki was bullied.” She sighed. “Ibuki was made fun of for the way she talks In the third person. Also the way she dressed.”

“I think It’s… endearing.” Sayaka smiled.

“Ibuki didn’t mention It because Ibuki didn’t want to be reassured or complimented.” She smiled shyly, tapping her index fingers together. “Ibuki doesn’t know how to take compliments…”

“I understand that.” Sakura responded.

Hina, again, side eyed her best friend. “I will hype you up and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

“Nothing huh?” She didn’t even bother looking at Hina, she blindly squeezed at the swimmer’s side, making her squeak and giggle as she twitched away.

“Come to think of it…” Kyoko hummed, glancing over at Celeste. “You didn’t say anything either.”

“That Is because there Is nothing I was made fun of for.” Celeste smiled, closing her eyes as she did.

Hmm… doubtful.

Chiaki looked at the wall clock. “Chihiro’s been In there a while… I think someone should go check on them.”

Before anyone else could volunteer, surprisingly, Hiyoko was on her feet. “I’ll do it.” with that she disappeared into the back room as well.

Mahiru blinked in surprise. “Should I go with her?”

No one got the chance to answer before Hiyoko came back out, Chihiro In tow.

The Traditional dancer stepped aside so the girls could see Chihiro, they were absolutely radiating happiness. “S-Sorry, I kind of froze up… How do I look?”

“Ohmigosh, Chi you look so cute!!” Hina squealed.

“That dress looks like It was made for you, You look so pretty!” Sonia beamed, stars practically in her eyes.

The Programmer giggled and twirled around in the dress happily.

The other girls quickly got over their surprise and flooded Chihiro with compliments. (even Kyoko and Celeste complimented them, shockingly.)

The rest of the boutique visit hit different for the group, they felt a lot lighter and closer than before.

Sayaka and Ibuki had decided to just coordinate colors, that way they could both wear something they wanted to wear.

Hina and Sakura found a few swimsuits they liked.

Chihiro got a bunch of different dresses and had a mini fashion show with Hiyoko, Mahiru, and Chiaki.

Right then.

Time to go find the boys and check out the spa...

#Danganronpa tickle #Lee!Chihiro #Alternate universe #WHOLESOME FRIENDSHIP #We must protec Chihiro #They are smol and precious #Sakura Is literally me #give good advice and then don't take it lmao #Hina Is the chaotic friend we all deserve in our lives #Hiyoko??? Being nice???#who is she and what has she done with the real Hiyoko?!#Okay but Chihiro having a little fashion show?? It's just???#so much yes

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loveactionsspeaklouder · 3 years

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one year - kylian mbappé and julian draxler fanfic

4|Gossip

"You are hilarious, have you ever thought of a career in comedy?" I glared at Julian. He laughed cheekily as he took a seat next to me. If any other player follow, I swear to godddddd. Not in the mood. "Unfortunately, you're not my type. Apparently, I prefer French strikers. Now, what do you want?"

"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, I am hurt by your comment," Julian sniggered. "So how are you on this fine morning? I am great!"

This boy keeps talking, he's going to be out of action for at least six weeks with a broken nose. "Splendid, thanks for asking. Now if you'll excuse me, some of us have a real job to attend," I grinned as I walked away, leaving a dumbfounded Julian and a giggling Freddie behind. 1-0 Molly.

....

After I finished work, I knew I needed to let off some steam. Luckily, I didn't get asked many questions about the article, but when I did, I made sure to mention about my very loving and very angry boyfriend at home. I was just happy that I was now sat with a glass of wine, digesting my food. It didn't take long to convince Ruby to join me, but I was glad she agreed.

"Oh Rubes, I needed this," I chuckled to myself. I had filled her in on everything, she found the situation hilarious. "I have only been in Paris for nearly forty-eight hours and here I am sat with a glass of wine and drama. How can I cope for one year?"

"That's what happens when you work with footballers' sweetie," Ruby smirked. She really was enjoying this. A little bit too much if you ask me. "If you had to pick, who's your favourite? Julian or Kylian."

"Neither," I snorted. I playfully glared at her, what type of question was that? Did she forget I had a, BOYFRIEND!! "I mean, I wouldn't call them my favourite, but if I had to pick one, one hundred per-cent it would be Julian. Kylian irritates me, he has the worst mood swings and the only time I spoke to him, he spent all dinner talking about fucking this girl. Disgusting."

Ruby spent the next ten minutes laughing, full blown belly laughing. I'm sure I heard her snort at one point. I was so grateful I had a friend like her in Paris, she was incredibly easy to talk to with all these boy dramas.

....

For the second night in a row, I was happy to see my bed. I think me and Ruby went a bit extreme with the wine but boy did I enjoy it. I quickly uploaded a photo to my Instagram before I went to change into something a bit more comfortable, Paris was not the place for my cosy clothes to be seen in public.

After making myself a coffee, I went and sat on my sofa, scrolling through Netflix until I found something to watch. Ahhh, The Notebook, that wins. I went to check my phone and noticed all the Instagram notifications.

Oh.

My.

God.

k.mbappe has followed you

draxleroffical has followed you

neymarjr has followed you

All I saw now was random accounts commenting on my photo and typical they were all mentioning the players. I'm sure they were very close to figuring out it was me in that article, not what I needed. Eugh. My attention was soon turned to an unknown number calling me.

M: Hello...?

J: Oh hey pretty lady, how are you?

M: Julian. How do you have my number? Why do you have my number? And why are you calling my number?

J: Oh it's good to know you are consistent with your sarcastic remarks. I can't answer all of them questions without revealing my sources.

M: FFS JULIAN. In reply to your question, I was fine, now I am not. How are you?

J: I just wanted to check you are okay with everything. Serious this time. I mean with the whole article, it's not fair for that to happen on your first day. How did the boyfriend take it?

M: Well I forgot to call him in the first place and then he saw that. As you can imagine he wasn't best pleased, but we are fine. He's going to be even happier when he sees my latest Instagram followers, thank you that.

J: Ha-ha. You are welcome, we are all friends, aren't we? Anyway, it was just a check-up. See you tomorrow trouble.

M: Night Julian.

Well that was random. For some odd reason, I didn't mind his flirting, I thought he was a friendly person. I decided to go take a bath before I continued my film. I needed to relax. Once I was finished I decided to not go on my phone for the rest of the film, I managed to watch the entire thing before my eyes started to close. Finally in bed, I drifted off to sleep, preparing myself for what Paris had in store for me.

....

3rd Person’s Pov

Before Molly went to sleep, she posted a photo to her Instagram. She loved the social media site, she liked to keep her friends and family members updated with her life, it helped considering she was living in a different country. After she posted the photo, she closed her eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep, unaware of what she would awake to:

Instagram

adam95: oh my girlfriend is gorgeous !

k.mbappe: ^ agreed

#kylian mbappe #julian draxler #fanfiction #fanfic #football #psg #paris saint germain #Football Fanfiction #imagine #kylian mbappe imagine #julian draxler imagine

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pariss-writes-hunk-tings · 5 years

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Hance: Hercules AU (Part 5)

Once the silhouettes of the three faded away, Lance closed his eyes and sighed as he turned back towards the forest. As he walked, he looked around with the caution, eyes constantly shifting and tense shoulders. During his trail, a small bunny and gopher leaped in front of him. Considering they were in one of the darkest forests on earth, that wasn’t suspicious at all. Not at all.

“Aww how cute! A couple of rodents lookin’ for a theme park.” Lance remarked, glaring at the small creatures with a hand on his hip. “Don’t you get smart with me! I am a BUNNY!” Zethrid sassed as she pointed out her tail. “A- and I’m her gopher!” Ezor stuttered out. They both transformed back to normal, and Lance just rolled his eyes with annoyance. He could honestly see why Zarkon could barely prevent himself from strangling these little shits. “I knew I smelled a rat.” Lance commented.

“Speak of the devil..” Lance murmured.

A cloud of smoke rolled among the grass, and clawed hands reached out from it. Every moment spent with Zarkon only adds to the regret of the choice he made so long ago. He literally sold his soul to him to save his (at the time) boyfriend’s life. And what did he get in return? Heartbreak. Life was a bitch for making him have trust issues, but what could he do? Man, he’d rather talk with that Hunk guy again right now.

“My little Lancey-Lance~!” Zarkon’s deep and teasing voice finally interrupted his thoughts. Alfor Almighty, he hated the way he spoke to him; it felt so violating, and just..eugh. Lance felt himself tense up for a moment, but he hid it the best he could. The last thing he wanted was to let this asshole get under his skin. It would expand his already huge ego, and it would only let his teases continue.

“I thought you would convince the river guardian to join my team for the uprising, but I’m kinda sitting here river guardian..less.” Zarkon stated.

“I gave it my best shot, but he made an offer I had to refuse.” Lance responded.

Flashbacks of the encounter were already forming in his mind, even though it was just minutes earlier. He tried his hardest to shake them off, but he couldn’t. Fortunately, Hunk occupied his mind for a moment. Lance found him pretty awkward, but cute. He also appreciated his gentleman-like behavior, something he hasn’t seen in a long time. He hopes he wasn’t too rude to him.

“Hmm, you know what? Instead of taking two years off your sentence, I’ll just add two more on. How about that?” Ugh, here we go. Zarkon was getting snarky again. If only he wasn’t serious, it wasn’t even his fault! It was that pervy menataur’s over-the-top flirting. It isn’t that hard to be serious for a moment, why couldn’t he be serious with him? Oh, right. Because he was curvy, because he has pretty eyes, because he had good looks. Sometimes, Lance wished he didn’t have them. It sounded stupid, but it was true.

Zarkon’s threat then came to mind. Why in the world did he choose to make that deal with him? His whole demeanor spelled out “trouble” right in front of his face, along with the fact he wore a dark purple robe, had sharp teeth, fiery hair, and rough skin. Oh, and he was a freaking titan compared to him. Wow, was he really that naive? That disappointment will follow him around for a while.

“I tried! But then some guy named Hunk came along.” He crosses his arms, and turned his back towards him. Oh no, oh no no no no no. He didn’t mean to bring him into this! The poor guy was only trying to help him, he didn’t do anything wrong. Zarkon’s reaction to the name only confirmed his mistake. He froze, grabbed his shoulder, and angrily whispered, “WHAT was that name, again?”

Lance cringed, but repeated his name anyway. He couldn’t take it back now, as much as he wanted to. “Hunk, he had this innocent farm boy routine that I could see through in a minute.” Zarkon let out a furious shout, then he snapped his head in Ezor and Zethrid’s direction with a growl. They were panicking, why did the name sound so familiar?! They took care of him long ago, didn’t they? That’s what Zarkon thought, but he was wrong, apparently.

He grabbed the two but their necks, who were trying to make a run for it. “So, you took care of him, huh? ‘Dead as a doornail.’” The two devils were squealing and choking in his firm grasp, but they tried to convince him otherwise. He suddenly dropped them to the ground, and he had a thought. “My little Lance, did they give any hint as to where they were going?”

That’s when Lance began to get nervous; Hunk never specified where they were heading! Looks like he’s gonna give him a random answer and pray that he isn’t wrong. “Nah, but from the direction they were flying in, it looked like they were traveling to Olkarion.”

Zarkon let out a deep chuckle. “Ah, perfect!”

Hunk, I’m so sorry..

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Ayeee, another update! This was mostly for Lance, but eh lol. Also, I completely forgot to come up with who was going to be Pain and Panic, so I just came up with Ezor and Zethrid on the spot. ;-; Anyways, hope you guys enjoy!

#voltron #voltron fanfic #hance fanfic #hance #zarkon #ezor #zethrid #hercules au

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