#in buddie scenes it's always softer and so

[amuseoffyre]

Just thinking about the importance of names in the show and the fact that Stede always refers to Ed as Blackbeard in front of the crew, even though he always calls him Ed to his face.

The only people that I can recall him speaking about Blackbeard with and calling him Ed are Mary and Calico Jack. With CJ, it only happens because he mistakes CJ for Ed when he’s relieving himself and continues to use it to make a point.

Historically, using first names was a privilege reserved for your peers in Stede’s social class, which is a whole tasty nomnomnom of Stede’s acceptance of Ed as his equal from the word go.

However, what I really want to look at are the rare occasions when Stede full-named Ed, mostly to his face but once... not so much.

“Edward! Everything all right?” - coming to find him after the incident with the French captain and realising the French captain got under his skin.

“Edward! Put that away! I’m serious - stand. down. You’re in over your head. These are my people. I’ll deal with it.” - again, when Edward is clearly upset and preparing to go full Blackbeard on the party ship

“Edward! You all right?” - after the fuckery sends Ed into a panic attack, then once again when he breaks through the door and immediately switches back to a softer “Ed” when he takes in Ed’s distress.

“How was your day... Edward?” - when he’s alone and miserable in his family home

The three times he address Ed directly as Edward, it’s moments when Ed is upset to the point that Stede can recognise it. Let’s be real - Stede is Not Good at reading emotions and it’s only when Ed’s reactions are actually expressed aloud and physically - the rage at the French captain, pulling the gun at the party, the sobbing reaction to the fuckery - that he can recognise something is severely amiss.

In those moments, instead of using the shortened name, the friendly buddy name, Stede using the full name feels like an acknowledgement that something serious is happening.

Each time he uses it, he’s realised Edward is upset and is stepping in to offer some kind of emotional support, whether that means explaining that yes, posh people are passive aggressive bastards or promising to deal with the people that have upset him.

I do find it interesting that in the bathtub scene, he uses Edward from outside the door, then again when he gets into the room and then, when he sees exactly how distressed Ed is, he sinks down beside him and softens his voice and reverts to the more personal and intimate “Ed”, his voice soft and concerned. This isn’t like the times before when Ed was angry, he seems to have realised. This is something else, something where Ed needs less of a grown-up-to-grown-up address and more of his friend being there for him.

And of course, we have the scene with the orange when Stede is back in Barbados.

Hello, I shall be over here sobbing that while Stede and Ed would be knocking elbows on the ship, Stede in Bridgetown sits at the far end of his table, exactly as he does with Mary, and refers to Ed by his full name, stiffly polite and formal. Because that’s how things are done here. That is how he will do them.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd thinkie thoughts #stede bonnet

[renecdote]

in a heartbeat

idk what this is that buddie scene in 6x12 just gave me lots of soft feelings

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Eddie doesn’t ask if he’s staying. He puts a sandwich on a plate and slides it across the table, tops up Buck’s water, and pretends he’s not watching out of the corner of his eye while Buck eats. Then he washes the dishes, not arguing when Buck grabs a tea towel and starts drying, and when everything is clean and put away, he offers another beer, and this time Buck says yes.

“Your sister does know you’re here, right?” he asks when they’re back at the couch, Netflix taking its sweet time loading on the TV.

Buck shrugs, picking at his beer label. “She’s probably figured it out.”

Because where else was he going to go?

Eddie just shakes his head, more fond than exasperated the way it might be from anyone else.

“Text her,” he says, not quite a suggestion. “Or she’s going to freak out when she goes over in the morning and you’re not there.”

He doesn’t ask if Buck is staying, he just assumes, and Buck wonders if he should speak to his cardiologist about the way his heart skips a beat. She’ll probably want to run a test for that too, make a note in his file: cause of heart problems — Eddie Diaz. No cure.

He texts Maddie (I’m fine, I’m with Eddie), then silences his phone and shoves it down the back of the couch so he doesn’t have to deal with any of the dozen follow-up questions he’s sure she’ll have. He almost feels bad for it when Eddie’s phone starts chiming a few minutes later, Maddie and Chimney’s names blowing up the screen, but not bad enough to regret it. It’s so much easier to be okay here, at Eddie’s house, on Eddie’s couch, and he doesn’t know how to explain that. Doesn’t know if he even wants to explain it.

(He tried, once, and Maddie just looked at him like she wasn’t sure if she should smack him on the head or hug him really, really tight. Buck decided it was easier not to bring it up again.)

He lets Eddie pick something to watch, sinking into his corner of the couch and trying hard not to think about it being his corner of the couch. It’s not like he always sits here, specifically, and there’s only a limited number of places to sit on a couch anyway, and Eddie sat down first, so. It’s not like it means anything.

(It’s not like it means everything.)

When the chill of the beer gets under Buck’s skin and he starts shivering, Eddie gets up without a word and comes back with a thick fleece blanket from the hall closet.

“Thanks,” Buck mumbles, huddling under it, waiting for the warmth to kick in.

“Nobody would believe you’re from the east coast,” Eddie teases, but he tugs Buck’s legs until they’re in his lap and starts rubbing warmth into him through the blanket.

Buck kind of wants to kiss him. He’s—not sure why that surprises him. It’s not like it’s the first time he’s thought it (not like it wasn’t one of the first thoughts he had about Eddie Diaz, new recruit). Maybe it’s just because he looks across the couch as Eddie raises his beer to his lips, watches the bob of his throat as he swallows, the way he glances at Buck afterwards, and for the first time in a long time he thinks—huh. maybe he wants to kiss me too.

“What?” Eddie asks, still watching him, eyebrows tilting towards confused. “Do I have something on my face?”

There’s room for a bad pickup line there, Buck thinks. Maybe more than one. For a brief moment, he lets himself imagine what might happen if he said it. If he leaned across the space between them and fit their lips together. If Eddie held him close and kissed back.

He shakes his head. “Nothing. Sorry, just—distracted, sorry.”

A quick of Eddie’s lips, something softer than amusement. “Watch the movie, Buck,” he says, squeezing Buck’s ankle, and there it is again, that familiar skip in his heartbeat.

Buck watches the movie, but he doesn’t follow a word of it.

He doesn’t look at Eddie again, either, half afraid of catching his best friend looking back.

When the movie is over, the TV shut off and the room dark, Eddie still doesn’t ask if he’s staying on the couch. He just holds out a hand and pulls Buck to his feet, blanket held around his shoulders like a cape, and gently pushes him down the hall towards the bedroom.

“Okay?” he checks, when they’re both under the covers, too much and too little space between them.

Buck closes his eyes and sees the outline of his best friend in the dark, so close and yet so far.

“Yeah,” he answers. “I’m okay.”

This is more than okay.

Eddie doesn’t ask him to stay, but if he did, Buck knows he would say yes in a heartbeat. It makes him smile as he falls asleep because he’s pretty sure—at least ninety percent sure—that if he asked, Eddie would say yes too.

#Evan Buckley #Eddie Diaz #911 Fox #911 Spoilers #haven't edited this sorry if it's full of mistakes

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

A raggedy Ann/Andy reader sounds fun with some characters from the Barbie movie! A rag doll is a doll after all they just have more things they can do like being very flexible

Ohh I love raggedy ann! Tbh I've had a hc that other dolls/action figures can also inhabit Barbieland if their owner played with them alongside their Barbie toys.

They're rare but they do coexist with the Barbies and Kens!

........

Stereotypical Barbie (Ann!Reader)

At first, learning that a new type of doll was living in Barbieland bewildered her.

You're not like any Barbie she's ever seen before, with you being made entirely of cloth with yarn hair and a triangular nose.

Given how you've been around since 1915, you're stunned by how far dolls have evolved since then.

You're well-liked among the Barbies, although of course many of them had questions about what you could do as a rag doll.

For starters, your plastic-free body gives you more flexibility and freedom they couldn't even imagine having.

You never have to worry about breaking anything!

While you're susceptible to tearing, you know how to sew yourself back up.

Does it scare Stereo!Barbie sometimes when you suddenly produce a needle to fix a loose stitch in your arm? Sure.

But she's extremely accepting and welcoming.

She even invites you to sleepovers during girls' night where you learn more about the Barbies and listen to their gossip.

When she starts having her existential problems, you let her hug you and reassure her she's still the prettiest doll you've ever had the honor of meeting.

Beach Ken (Andy!Reader)

He doesn't usually pay much attention to other dolls aside from Stereotypical Barbie (and occasionally his buddy Allan).

But seeing a new non-Mattel doll enter the scene did pique his interest! Especially since you were the first to ask him why he was staring at her.

He always wonders what your job is...even though you're constantly reminding him you're just a kid.

When he eventually gets it, he'll try to show you the ropes of Beach, trying to act like a cool older brother figure(tm).

Part of him hopes that Barbie will see how sweet he is with kids and another hopes it'll make the other Kens jealous that they're not friends with a cool doll like yourself.

However like Film!Andy you do have a feisty attitude, always rolling your eyes when you see him gushing over her and making a fool out of himself.

Sometimes you think he's trying too hard to impress her.

Yet you have a softer side that comes out after Barbieland is taken back by the girls, and you comfort Ken by saying you did like all the cowboy stuff he brought back (and only the cowboy stuff).

You made the mistake of asking him about horses as he just infodumps random facts for the next ten minutes.

But you finally accepted him as your brother.

Weird Barbie (Ann!Reader)

When you first appeared in Barbieland, you were confused as to why all the dolls here weren't made of cloth like you.

You felt like you were misplaced, and eventually learned about Weird Barbie and sought advice from her.

She explains that your owner in the real world must've either played with you alongside their Barbie toys or shelved you in a collection of them.

Regardless, she assures you it's not a rare phenomenon and it's nothing to freak out over.

You just so-happened to be closer to Barbieland society than most non-Mattel dolls.

She lets you crash at her place anytime you want, and you get to meet all the other outcasted/discontinued dolls who lived with her.

They're curious about you and love how you're flexible enough to do just about anything!

If any of them are feeling sad, you'll give them hugs that help them feel better instantly.

Weird Barbie thinks you're cool 100%.

Plus, you're nice and clearly had manners as you didn't call her "weird" behind her back or to her face.

#clanask #anonymous #barbie x reader #barbie movie x reader #margot robbie barbie #ryan gosling ken #weird barbie #doll reader #raggedy ann #raggedy andy #headcanons #platonic

[sungbeam]

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 — act I, scene iii

nonidol!hwang intak x f!reader

when summit poster boy hwang intak's car breaks down in the school parking lot, it sets off a chain of events that leads to you, someone he was perhaps always meant to find. the only problem is that the two of you are far from the ideal couple, and your peers are apt to keep that status quo.

▷ genre, chapter warnings. s2f2l, classism and discrimination, forbidden romance au, minimal swearing, angst, humor, kind of gray morals

▷ word count. 3.6k

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a/n: i've realized this has been pretty fast-paced but it's only cuz i wanna get to the good parts 😭💀

SUMMER (RISING JUNIORS).

YN stepped into the cooler, darkened building of the repair shop and immediately reached for her towel sitting on the front desk. As she swiped away the sweat dripping down her face and neck, she guzzled down as much water from her bottle as she could intake at once. It was a hot day out, and usually there were fans set up in the garage area, but the electricity had stopped working three hours ago.

The door flew open, and Jongseob's sopping wet head of hair poked inside. "Hey, lover boy messaged you."

She rolled her eyes. "Stop snooping, Jongseob."

He smiled with a shrug. "Tell that to your notification sound."

"And his name is not lover boy."

For some reason, that made Jongseob's smile grow wider, but before she could question it, he ducked back outside. She knew that if she appeared immediately after him, he and Soul would never let her live it down, so she continued to take her time drinking water and patting herself dry. As usual, it was a relatively slow day at the shop, and her mom had left the three of them there to watch the grass grow. She wasn't supposed to be in any hurry.

When she finally stepped back into the garage, she was greeted by a wave of heat that almost knocked her over. She felt the sweat drip down the side of her face again, despite having cooled down inside just seconds ago. Jongseob's playlist of r&b hits filled the space along with the familiar sounds of metal fixings.

Soul and Jongseob were both at their respective stations, so she made her way over to her own station and picked up her phone. Sure enough, there were messages from Intak sent about five minutes ago.

tak: *sent a picture*

tak: one of my friends just got back from his trip and we're at the roller skating rink in the crossroads 👀👀👀 maybe i'll see u here later??? wink wonk

Yn smiled to herself, but tried to suppress it for the sake of her own ego and pride (and the two others blatantly watching her from their stations). She had changed the contact name from "jae" to "tak" a couple days after first reaching out to him. It had seemed natural to let go of the contact name and bring in something new; it was an attempt at moving along in the grieving process, if you would.

The image Intak had sent was a selfie of him in fuschia-toned lighting, most likely from the neon lights in the Crossro-ller Rink in the Crossroads community halfway up the hill. His black hair was tousled just slightly in an effortless sort of mess, but he wore a plain black T-shirt and a chain collar, his lips pursed at the camera. He didn't show which friend he was with, but it wasn't like she would have paid attention to him anyway.

"Awwwh, Soul look! She's blushing!"

Yn rolled her eyes again and blindly flipped Jongseob the bird over her shoulder. His cackles of delight echoed in the garage, accompanied by Soul's softer laugh.

yn's phone: i have to give it to u, i think ur getting better at this "being smooth" thing

yn's phone: but i have to work, sorry buddy wink wonk

The thought did cross her mind, even for a split second, to ditch the shop and go to the roller skating rink. Intak would never know who she was—just another poor girl crawling up from the gutter to skate around. The thrill of it energized her though, and she set her phone aside to get back to work with just a hint of a skip in her step.

Jongseob peered out from under the car he was tweaking. "You're so whipped; it's insane," he teased with a feigned gag.

When she stuck her tongue out at him, her phone dinged to announce another incoming message. And another. And another—

"Are you gonna get that or should I?" Jongseob gestured to her station table with one oil-stained hand. He grinned at her scowl. "You're so touchy, sheesh. Fine, but if it's important and you miss it…"

Yn grumbled under her breath and stomped back over to her phone. "You're so stupid."

"And you're stupid whipped!" He cackled, then ducked out of view.

tak: r…. r u mocking me or were the winks genuine…..

tak: wait where do u work :0

tak: ur missing out tho yk 😋

tak: *sent a video*

tak: wait wdym u THINK? i AM GOOD AT BEING SMOOTH

The new picture looked like the saved recording from a Snapchat story. It was him and Yoon Keeho skating around the roller rink beneath the combination of a sparkly disco ball and rainbow neon lights. He still looked as good as he did in the picture, and the video gave a top view that was angled downward over the two tall boys' heads. Yn had definitely seen Keeho and his head of dark blue hair around school before. From what she had heard through the grapevine, he had an awful lot of sass and character stored up in him.

yn's phone: that's confidential :l

yn's phone: looks like a lot of fun! haven't been up there in awhile tbh but i'll think about going soon maybe (^^ゞ

yn's phone: whatever helps u sleep at night tak 🤕🤥

The smile on her face slipped as she read her own messages back, though. Her eyes caught onto one phrasing in particular—the words "up there" yelled at her from the screen with about a dozen sirens blaring. She slapped a hand to her forehead. "Fuuuck."

Her friends peered up from their projects, eyes wide with curiosity and concern. "What? What happened?"

"I said to him 'up there' in relation to the roller rink. There's no way he doesn't know I'm from the Hollows—" Her words were cut off by Intak's own replies.

tak: "tak" 🥰😩😗🥺🫂 someone hold me that's so cute

"I guess not," Jongseob said as he peered over her shoulder at the message, Soul leaning over on her other side. "Man, that's disgusting. Even he's fluffy."

Yn scoffed and waved him off. "Oh, shut up you."

yn's phone: ur friend can hold u lmao

tak: u don't wanna hold me? 😔

yn's phone: if u figure out who i am, then sure ;]

tak: game on.

Though there was a part of her that wanted to get to know Intak like she had his brother, she knew there would be consequences. If he found out her social standing, it could lose her Intak, for one. Even though his brother didn't believe in following the foul classism and bullying his peers up on the hill participated in, that didn't mean Intak felt the same way. (Though, she wanted so badly to believe the opposite.)

It wouldn't matter anyway, right? Losing him? If he discriminated against her based on her income and where she lived, then he could screw off.

(It wasn't like she wasn't used to losing people anyway.)

"Oh my god, who is making you blush so hard, dude?"

Intak's head shot up from where it had been buried nose-deep in his and Yn's text chain. He subtly moved his brother's phone screen out of sight as Keeho came to sit down next to him on the leather sectional. The two of them had come back to Keeho's house about an hour ago from the roller skating rink, legs and backs and behinds aching from hours of skating. It had been a breath of fresh air, getting out of the house. As vast as the Hwang estate was, it was never big enough. Intak had always felt suffocated, and perhaps that was partly because his father shared a living space with him.

"Hm?" Intak mentally willed his heart to calm down.

Keeho eyed him strangely, but his smile was teasing. He reached for the remote to unpause the movie on screen. "Are you still purging Jae hyung's phone? You've been pretty occupied with it ever since the last few weeks of school." Keeho tossed a piece of popcorn into his mouth, and Intak cautiously reached for a handful of the buttery treat for himself.

If "purging" meant keeping in contact with one of his older brother's old friends, then yes. Because of Yn, he probably spent more screen time on Jaehyuk's phone than on his own device. "Yeah, I guess you can say that. Just lots of stuff I didn't know about him."

Intak sunk into the couch and tucked the phone away into his pocket, albeit reluctantly. It almost seemed unfair that Yn knew more about him than he did about her, but he was sure there was a good reason for it.

Well… especially if his hunch was correct.

The movie on screen wasn't very interesting, to be completely honest. Intak had seen it about a dozen times before, but it was the movie Keeho had chosen randomly with the Amazon fire stick thing, and he pretty much stuck with it because he didn't know what to watch either.

Intak suddenly cleared his throat. "Can I… ask you a question?"

Keeho glanced over at him. "Of course. What's up?"

"What do you think about the Hollows kids?" He asked slowly, choosing his words carefully. He tried to pose it as neutrally as possible; he had never really gotten a clear stance from any of his friends about what they thought about the people who lived down the hill from them, but generally, they never seemed against the Hollows kids. At least, they never went out of their way to "show them their place." Those were the obnoxious people from their social class whom Intak was pointedly not friends with.

Come to think of it, Intak hadn't gotten a direct answer from his brother either. But then again, Jaehyuk had never been much of a bully sympathizer or bystander.

Keeho raised his eyebrow as if surprised by the question, which wasn't completely unexpected. "Uhhh—I think they're fine. Like the whole community discrimination is a little stupid, but…" He shrugged, "They can bark as long as they don't bite, y'know."

Intak pursed his lips together in a slow nod.

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh—uh, no reason." Intak shifted. What did that answer even mean? "Just curious."

His friend bobbed his head. "Okay… well, if they look at me funny, I'll look at them funny, too. I dunno, dude. It's hard to explain, but if I don't have to get involved, then I won't. You know it's complicated."

Intak supposed he could… live with that answer. It wasn't like he fully accepted it either. After all, he didn't even know what his answer would be... Right?

If faced with the opportunity to befriend someone from the Hollows, would he follow his damn heart or succumb to peer pressure?

This felt illegal.

Intak sat behind his desk at home, hair damp from his recent shower, his laptop opened to a new web browser. He was searching for car repair shops in the Hollows region, something that had been poking at his brain since the roller rink. He didn't know if Yn had even realized she had said "up there" in regards to the roller skating rink, and to be honest, it wasn't until the third time he read the message that it finally clicked in his brain. (Sue him, he had the nickname "Tak" stuck in his head like some fool.)

It didn't really make sense that Jae would have gone all the way down to the Hollows to get a luxury, vintage car repaired and maintained, but because Yn and Jae had met over the phone, it was just a little more plausible. There were a few holes in his theory, clearly, but it was all logical. Actually, the more Intak thought about it, the more it made sense.

There were a couple repair shops in the Hollows, but only one of them was family-owned and not a chain. The name was something along the lines of Ln's Auto Repair—simple and to the point.

He was seconds away from whipping out the academy yearbook.

yer a wizard yn!: ayo r u alone rn?

Intak bit his lip in a poor attempt to hide his smile.

jae's phone: oh so u wanna get me alone?

yer a wizard yn!: u said u almost got caught by ur friend AGAIN earlier õ_ó

jae's phone: and she CARES!! 😩🙏

yer a wizard yn!: smh T-T

jae's phone: admit that u deflect my flirting bc ur flustered

yer a wizard yn!: u were flirting????

jae's phone: that's so hurtful.

yer a wizard yn!: plus, i bet u get flustered easier than i do, hwang intak

yer a wizard yn!: i bet ur blushing so hard rn 👀

He instinctively pressed the back of his hand to his cheek—and goddamn, it was hot. He wasn't about to admit that though.

jae's phone: not the government name 🙁

yer a wizard yn!: ahh look who's deflecting now 🤭

jae's phone: … touché

He paused, biting his lip. Hey, btw…|

No, he thought to himself, spamming the backspace button with his thumb. But why not? He was already searching it up—it didn't feel right without asking her first.

jae's phone: okay i don't wanna come off as stalkerish but…|

Before he could finish his text, Yn's own popped up.

yer a wizard yn!: anyways the reason i came to bug u was bc i m bored :l

A small laugh fell from Intak's lips. Omg ur finally reciprocating my feelings?? :')

yer a wizard yn!: bro what feelings 😭😭

jae's phone: ur literally so mean to me 😔 y am i here to suffer huh

yer a wizard yn!: dunno dude it's cuz i'm cool B)

jae's phone: not w that emoji ur not 💀 what r u? 60???

yer a wizard yn!: experience-wise, yes

jae's phone: and humor-wise 🤕🙁

jae's phone: a little concerning tbh

jae's phone: but ur bored? lol i thought ur usually w ur friends?

He was usually the bored one because his own friends were with their own families and away from this damned place. Intak technically knew a vast sea of people, but it didn't mean he really knew them. He hadn't smiled while talking to someone new like he did with Yn since he first met his three best friends. Crazy how one could feel so alone in an ocean of people.

yer a wizard yn!: they had to go home to help their families w some stuff lol so im just here ig

yer a wizard yn!: my mom's busy w work rn too so i have the house and it's so quiet haha

jae's phone: r u trying to make moves on me rn 👀 insinuating that the house is empty ;))

jae's phone: JKJK IM SORRY IF THAT MADE U UNCOMFORTABLE KSFBJEBFJRJF

yer a wizard yn!: dude do u just flirt w everybody is this a reflex or something 😭😭😭😭

jae's phone: n,,no just u :')

yer a wizard yn!: tak, honey, r u stuttering thru text T-T

Intak leaned back in his desk chair with a soft giggle.

jae's phone: yes my honey bunches of oats 😚 i did stutter

yer a wizard yn!: damn ??? okay 😭 (honey bunches of oats huh 🤨)

jae's phone: do i make u speechless, snookums

jae's phone: or how about sweet lemon drop daisies

jae's phone: lovey dovey partridge in a pear tree?

yer a wizard yn!: HELLOAKDJKS 😭😭

jae's phone: hUH? WHATS THAT? U LIKE THE NAME SNOOKUMS???

jae's phone: i'd change ur contact name to snookums, but i like the hp reference :/

yer a wizard yn!: i don't think i've laughed that hard in awhile tbh 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

yer a wizard yn!: where tf dID U GET ALL THOSE ???

jae's phone: wdym snookums :(( they came from my love for u

He unconsciously raised his hand to his face and felt the scorching hot skin there. Yeah, he was so far gone. Maybe a glass of ice water would do him well.

yer a wizard yn!: okay,,, i think i've calmed down now 🤧🤧

yer a wizard yn!: were u doing anything interesting before i interrupted 🤩🤩

jae's phone: yes yes very important stuff o7 top secret info

yer a wizard yn!: who's the vague one now :// lol jkjk

Intak's eyes moved back to his laptop, of which the screen had faded to black. He moved his fingers over the trackpad to wake the device up and display the page for Ln's Auto Repair again. This felt like—was—an invasion of privacy.

jae's phone: okay uhm… don't be mad

yer a wizard yn!: uhhhh haha that's not very reassuring 😅 what'd u do lol

jae's phone: okok uhm im so sorry but i promise i don't stalk people for fun and i was really curious and i noticed that earlier u said that the roller skating rink was "up" from where u were and i figured u were prob in the hollows, so i looked up the auto repair shops in the hollows… and i think i might have found yours?

jae's phone: ik this was an invasion of privacy, i feel so bad

jae's phone: pls don't be mad

Intak dropped the phone onto his desk with his eyes pinned to the screen, waiting for her answer. He bit his lip, knee bouncing frantically. The dots would appear and disappear, then reappear again.

Finally, he watched Yn's reply come in.

yer a wizard yn!: it's… actually kind of relieving ? in a way

yer a wizard yn!: i actually noticed my mistake earlier too but i figured since u didn't say anything about it, u might not have noticed, but ig i shouldn't have underestimated u haha

yer a wizard yn!: so,,, this is it then?

Panic seized his chest, and he picked up the phone so fast it almost fell right out of his hands.

jae's phone: WOAH WOAH WAIT

jae's phone: hey what's wrong? no this isn't **it**

yer a wizard yn!: well u know im from the gutter now right lol

jae's phone: and?? y should that matter to me

jae's phone: yn i don't care that ur from the hollows like u literally don't care that im from the hill right?? and my brother didn't care either and u had no problem being friends w him too

When she didn't respond for a couple of minutes, Intak felt the furrow in his brows as his thumbs raced over the phone keyboard to type out another message.

jae's phone: call me?

He pressed the button to send the message and left the phone on the desk, waiting for the phone to ring. His knee would not stop bouncing to save his life, and so he turned the phone screen off and busied his hands and eyes by looking through his mess of an email inbox. Every few seconds, his eyes darted to the phone, however, the screen remained dark and still. No answer, no phone call.

Just silence, and the palpitations of his nervous heart.

He screwed up, hadn't he? He had just scared her off—and that in itself messed with his head.

He was about to give up for the night—maybe resort to finding a drink downstairs and curl up with a movie—until the dull vibration of the phone jolted him out of his chair. He fumbled with the slim device, and somehow managed to accept the call.

"Hello?" He answered, almost breathlessly.

Yn's throat cleared on the other side, voice low. "Hey. Sorry it took me a couple minutes to call. I think I was just nervous." Her throat cleared another time and it sounded like it was accompanied by cracking knuckles.

Intak relaxed a little into his seat. "No, no, don't worry about it. I—" I was dying, "—take your time. I get it. I was just worried I scared you off." He laughed a little at the end as if he hadn't just experienced a self-induced heart attack.

"No, don't worry," she rushed to reply. "You didn't scare me off. I think I do a good enough job at that already."

He turned on speaker mode and placed the phone on the desk so he could fidget with his fingers. "Ah… if it makes you feel better, I feel the same way—scared, I mean. And I really did mean what I said… with the not caring about you being from the Hollows."

A beat passed. "Thanks, Intak. That's… really cool of you."

He nodded. "Right, yeah. Just the...the bare minimum," he said quietly with a flippant flick of his wrist. And it was the bare minimum, but in a community like theirs, bare minimum was a high standard when it came to classism and discrimination. "So—we're cool, right? We're cool?"

She hummed. "Yeah, of course."

A smile crawled onto his face and tugged at the corners of his lips. "Good. I'm glad." He leaned forward to rest his elbows on the desk with his cheeks leaning on the palms of his hands. "Listen, Yn... you can be comfortable with me, I hope. I—I hope you can feel safe with me like you did with my brother."

His heartbeat thundered in his ears almost as loud as the volume of the call, and his cheeks were aflame beneath his palms. It was a marvel how one person could make him feel this way. Hearing her voice sent a course of tingles down his spine, made his toes curl. It was a feeling not entirely foreign, yet completely new at the same time.

"Thank you," was her soft reply. "I hope so, too."

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This is based on this twitter post by Miohmiohx. I may or may not add to it at some point in the future. Hope y’all enjoy!

Practice Makes Perfect

Fandom: Buddy Daddies

Synopsis: Rei is curious about kissing and goes to Kazuki for help learning.

Rating: Teen? There’s just some swearing and a little bit of bisexual disaster Kazuki as a treat lol

For those who prefer to read on Ao3

The credits rolled on the movie Miri had picked out. They had been making their way through a collection of Princess movies for the past couple weeks. Neither Rei or Kazuki had seen any of them before, so they sometimes found themselves just as invested as Miri. Tonight’s movie was a modern adaptation of Rapunzel. It was a bit longer than most of the others had been, so Miri had fallen asleep in Kazuki’s lap about ¾ of the way through.

“I think that was my favorite one so far.” Kazuki said. He really did enjoy it, the characters were funny and the music was good. Not to mention the animation was really pretty. “Did you like it?” He asked Rei.

“Mmhm.” Rei was sitting on the other side of the couch with his knees pulled to his chest. He stared at the credits rolling on the screen.

“That one scene with the lanterns was really cool, and for once I actually liked her love interest,” Kazuki chuckled. Rei nodded, though it didn’t seem like he was really listening. “Yo, Earth to Rei?” Kazuki reached over and gently poked him in the shoulder.

“Sorry.” Rei glanced at him before looking down at his hands. He seemed like he was lost in thought

“Hey…It’s fine. What’s bothering you?” Kazuki asked in a much softer voice. Rei sighed, knowing Kazuki had seen right through him. He began picking at the dark blue polish Miri had painted on his nails a couple days ago.

“Why is there always a big dramatic kiss in these movies?” he mumbled.

“Huh? I don’t know… It’s just an easy way to show people are in love I guess?” Kazuki said slowly, trying to decipher what Rei was getting at. “Do you not want Miri watching stuff with kissing in it—“

“No that’s not it. Um…” Rei trailed off and rested his forehead on his knees. Kazuki watched him, patiently waiting for Rei to find the words. “I’m curious if I’m…missing out” it took Kazuki a moment to process what Rei meant.

“Rei…have you never kissed anyone?” Kazuki asked gently. Rei shook his head.

“Never really saw the point, but it seems like in every movie they make such a big deal about it. But I don’t know how to do it or who I’d...” Rei trailed off again and turned his head away. Kazuki couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at how shy he was being about this.

“It’s not hard dude. Plus, you’re an objectively attractive guy. If you actually went out you’d have no problem finding a girl willing to kiss you, or a guy if that’s what you’re into.” Kazuki said.

Rei took a deep breath and raised his eyes to meet Kazuki’s. “Can you show me what it’s like?”

“Show you what— Wait! Are you asking me to kiss you?” Kazuki stammered. Rei looked back down sheepishly.

“You don’t have too. I’d just rather try it with someone I trust. And I trust you…” Rei said in a voice barely above a whisper. This was clearly bothering him a lot, and Kazuki wanted to help. Besides, it was just a kiss, he had done a lot more than kiss people for jobs before.

“Sure. Why not?” Kazuki laughed, trying to ease some of Rei’s tension.

“Really?” Rei’s eyes snapped up to him.

“Yeah. Let me just put Miri to bed.” Kazuki said with a smile. He gingerly picked her up. “Be right back.” He added before carrying her to her room.

He slowly laid Miri down on her bed. She didn’t even stir as he tucked her in. Kazuki took a moment to linger and watch her sleep, self doubt creeping into his mind. Was this really a good idea? What if it makes things awkward? Then he remembered that this was Rei. Even if they both hated it, or if one of them liked it but not the other, Kazuki knew that it would take a lot more than that to drive a wedge between them.

Feeling reassured, Kazuki gave Miri a little peck on the forehead before going back out to the living room. Rei was pacing back and forth in the kitchen waiting for Kazuki to return. As soon as Kazuki rounded the corner, Rei walked up to him, stopping when they were about a foot away from each other.

Rei was a highly skilled assassin who had stared death in the face countless times without flinching, yet as he looked at Kazuki, he started to shake.

Pffft…he’s so nervous… it’s kind of cute. Kazuki thought to himself. Rei reached out and grazed Kazuki’s sweater with his fingertips, unsure of where to place his hand. Kazuki gave him a reassuring smile, but Rei averted his eyes. It seemed like a million thoughts were going through his head as his cheeks got more and more pink.

“I can lead if you want,” Kazuki offered, feeling warmth creeping into his own face.

“NO!” Rei said sharply, turning his head away. He was trembling even more now. Kazuki began to worry that Rei was psyching himself out too much.

“Rei…You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. It’s okay” Kazuki said softly.

“I’m fine!” Kazuki was about to argue that Rei didn’t seem fine when Rei turned back to him and clumsily clasped his face with both hands. Kazuki’s eyebrows raised in surprise at his sudden boldness “I’m fine.” Rei repeated, mostly to himself, as he looked at Kazuki’s mouth. Kazuki’s heart beat faster and faster the longer he stared

Then Rei tilted his head up to meet Kazuki’s eyes. The tips of their noses brushing against each other. “Just…stay like this,” He requested, his hands inched down Kazuki’s neck.

Holy shit… Something about the determined but vulnerable look on Rei’s face set Kazuki’s insides ablaze. He never realized just how gorgeous Rei’s stormy blue eyes were, and his skin was so soft…so warm. I wonder if his lips are this soft. Almost as if he was in a trance, Kazuki reached up and traced his finger along the corner of Rei’s mouth. Rei let out a little gasp and put his hand on Kazuki’s chest.

That sound. That little fucking sound he made just about drove Kazuki to the edge of madness. It was sexy. He wanted to see what other sounds he could make Rei make. Kazuki had been with his fair share of people, but he never wanted somebody more than he wanted Rei right now.

His fingers tangled in Rei’s hair as he cupped the side of his head and pulled him closer. It took every shred of self control to not devour Rei right then and there, but Kazuki reminded himself that Rei had never done this before and was nervous as hell, so he stopped himself an inch away from Rei’s lips. He closed his eyes to resist the magnetic force of Rei’s gaze.

“Whenever you’re ready.” Kazuki whispered, though every second of waiting was agony. Rei’s breath ghosted across his lips and sent jolts of electricity up and down his spine.

After what felt like an eternity (but was probably only a moment), Rei finally closed the distance. Kazuki couldn’t help but let out a soft groan at the feeling of Rei’s lips on his. It was too much and not enough all at the same time. Kazuki never thought a chaste kiss like this could feel so euphoric.

Although the absolute last thing Kazuki wanted to do was stop, he realized Rei had been fairly stiff this whole time, so he pulled back to check in.

“You alright?” Kazuki exhaled.

Rei stared up at him, eyes wide and starstruck. He nodded slowly. God he’s adorable. Kazuki thought to himself. “Can we…do that again?”

“Hell yeah.” Kazuki said in a husky voice before diving in and kissing him again. Rei smiled against his lips and wrapped his arms around Kazuki’s neck. Kazuki responded by putting his hands on Rei’s waist and pulling their bodies flush together. Now that he had seen this side of Rei, he couldn’t get enough.

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THE BOY NEXT DOOR  「06. SMILE」

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𐑂 1.8k+ words   𐑂 Your new neighbor, Miya Atsumu, is everything you’ll never ask for. With his annoying good looks and equally irritating charm, how can you not resist the boy next door?     𐑂 neighbors, humor, enemies to lovers, fake dating, friends to lovers

Atsumu’s heart beat hard and loud in his chest it almost felt like aching. He was breathing heavily, lost in your eyes, wondering what made him do something like that. He had kissed several women, but he's sure himself that he had never kissed them the way he just kissed you.

"Wow. You two are sure elevating so fast." Otose commented and you turned away.

"I'm gonna be late." You said, rushing out of the scene. What the hell did just happen? Your face heated up at the thought of Atsumu's lips touching yours. You shook your head, entering the building of your office.

It was just the heat of the moment! You were both so overwhelmed with your feelings that drove Atsumu to do such a thing. You bet he did it out of spite.

You took a seat at your desk and opened your desktop.

You always reserved intimate contact for special people. However Atsumu stealing a kiss from you was supposed to be infuriating yet you couldn't get fully mad at him, because you caved in and let him do that. You had every strength to push him away but you didn't.

His lips was softer contrary to his sometimes gruff behavior and the way he held you in his arms was firm but in a very gentle way. You couldn't even exactly identify how he managed to master both.

You ran your hand over your face. Why were you even thinking about this now! It's just the heat of the moment! You kept murmuring to yourself as you began picking up where you left off from your tasks.

But shit! How would you take a bath now? It would be so awkward especially that you just shared a kiss without even resolving what happened.

"Oh, Y/N. Are you going to the excursion with us next week?" Nako asked, knowing fully well that you don't do those stuff.

Your eyes widened as it the truth behind the situation hit you. Your work buddy was on vacation leave next Friday, which means you'd be left here in the office all by yourself if you won't attend.

Damn!

You're sure Nako planned this to outcast you. You clenched your fist. You knew for sure that if you'd attend the excursion, they'd bring their significant others along and they would pair you with "lone-guy" from the Loans Team, your workmate who's also single like you but...He's just not your type. It's just...cringe. You know...that one person you'd definitely not go for and you'd rather stay single than to even think of dating him!

Yeah, right. Call me judgmental. But we can have tastes, right? We can all have a romantic relationship with someone whom we find attractive. It might sound unrealistic these days, but you're gonna stick to your guns. You have standards and you knew what you deserve. It's just that simple.

"I'm not sure yet." You answered.

"Well, you better RSVP now, Y/N." She added. "Oh, Lone-guy's gonna be there! You won't be by yourself if you'd attend too. You two would make a great pair."

You wondered if Nako would break up with her current boyfriend if she'd know that lone-guy, being an accountant, had a very high salary that even surpassed her boyfriend's. And though you wanted to let her know about it so she'd stop hooking you two up together, you still wouldn't. You didn't want lone-guy to be some gold digger's cash cow.

You just smiled stiffly at her.  

Deeply, you sighed when you she went away.

Now, you're in a bind. You didn't want to be left out here all by yourself but you didn't want them to make fun of you at the excursion either. It would be simple if you could take a vacation leave but you're reserving it for your best friend, whom you would be meeting sometime in the next month or so.

You had never seen each other yet for a year now and you'd be willing to make sacrifices just so you could have a time together even just for a few days.

Your head was drowning in possible options that you didn't even notice that you worked overtime again. You stretched your arms and looked at the clock on your screen. Shit! You better go home!

In a rush, you turned your computer off and headed down and out of the building. It was dark, empty and so very late again. Here you were being stupid. Just because you had come face-to-face with serial killer already didn't mean you had an immunity.

You gulped and clutched to your bag tight. You were hearing foot steps behind you and you briskly walked. No looking back, Y/N. No looking back.

"Why're ya still out this late at night?"

Atsumu! You sighed in relief. It's not the killer. But wait! It's Atsumu! What's worse? Your face reddened, not knowing how to face him.

"Work," you murmured and he ran, so he was beside you. Reflexively, you glanced up at him, your eyes focusing on his lips.

He dry coughed and you both looked away, blushing.

"Do ya usually go home this late?" He asked.

"Yes, sometimes."

Dramatically, he sighed. "It's just in time with my jogging. Let's just walk home if ever we come across each other."

You just nodded your head in silence.

Reaching your apartment building, you entered the elevator with him. You both just stood there, avoiding to look and talk at each other. Memory from earlier was still fresh from your minds and your lips.

Awkward.

The doors opened and you both stepped out.

"Better go home early next time. You still need to take a bath." Atsumu tried to say in factual manner.

You just stared blankly at him and he panicked.

"I-It ain't that I'm waitin' for ya to take it or somethin' B-But I'll be waitin' for ya. I-I! I mean! Just knock if yer ready to take a bath." A pout etched his face as he tripped over his words in agitation.

He clumsily hurried inside his room and you were left there standing not knowing what to feel. Deep inside, though, you were kinda' thankful that Atsumu always knew how to handle this weird dynamic you two had.

It was just the heat of the moment. You closed your eyes and chuckled, shaking your head.

Days went by and you two were back to normal. Well, you thought you're, but for Atsumu it was a different thing. He was glad that you just played along with not talking about the kiss in the elevator, but he kept replayin' the damn thing in his mind over and over again.

Aughhhh!

He smashed his pillow over his face. Hajime-san wondered what made him do 200 push-ups today. Even with that amount of push-ups, all he could think about was your lips on his. The way you tasted and felt around his...

Fuck!

He's seriously dry. So dry. But he couldn't bring himself to hook up with just anyone else, because he feared that he might imagine you-

He abruptly stood up. His breathing heavy on his chest. It was just a kiss, Tsumu! He's done more than that with other women, but why did this one little thing stuck to him this much. He absent-mindedly touched his lower-lip with his fingers. His heart began beating loud again. Suddenly, he was hearing sweet violin playing in his ear.

He gulped.

What...

Could you be listening to one of your cheesy songs again?

He leaned his ear to the wall to listen closely to you. No, you were not, but his attention was diverted from his confusing feelings to the conversation you were having next door.

"It's Nako who organized the excursion." You sounded frustrated.

That tone of voice. You had it reserve for your most-trusted best friend. You always told her about anything that Atsumu already knew about everything.

Wait, it's not like he's a nosy neighbor! But he definitely was.

Atsumu knew very well that this Nako girl was givin' you a hard time at work. Now, he really wondered who this Nako was since you were so feisty around him, that you could even breathe out fire to burn him in flames, yet you couldn't give Nako hell.

"I couldn't use my leave or else we can't have that day trip we planned." You said. " Hey, why're you like that? Is it really okay for you that we won't be seeing each other?"

You saved up those leave credits despite the many times you wanted to take a day off just so you could meet at last.

"I know...I know it's so I won't feel left out. I know..." You bit your lip, "but..." You paused, not wanting to sound clingy. "Never mind."

You knew the concern coming through from the other end yet you couldn't help but feel dejected. You just missed everything about the two of you yet...

"Nah, it's just you might find me clingy." You feared it. You were terrified laying it all on the line to someone else.

Atsumu heard the sweet melancholy laced in your voice. He knew you. You ain't gonna say it, but you missed your best friend so much. You always sounded so fond of her whenever you talked to her. He knew how dear she was in your life and you really wanted to see her so bad.

Now, he was reminded of Samu. They used to do stuff together and now they were apart and he couldn't help but feel the same way that you're feelin' right now. He wanted you to know that it's okay to feel. It's alright to feel that way and to let your best friend know about it. Though, he just hoped that she won't turn out like Nako who would just hurt you in the end.

You finally said good bye. The decision would be in your hands after all, but you couldn't help but feel a little sad. You were puzzled where to put yourself and bothered that you couldn't fully express how you feel.

The door bell rang and you wondered what Atsumu could be needing from you this late at night. Yes, you knew it was him since that specific way of ringing the doorbell was his signature. Confirming, you looked through the peephole and opened the door.

"Tsum-" You were stopped when he squished a warm paper bag on your cheek.

"W-What's this?" You asked as you accepted the paperboy from him.

He placed his hands inside his pockets and looked on his side. "Just...somethin' to warm you up."

You opened the bag and saw his twin's famous and yummy onigiri. "Oh my god! It's my favorite!"

Atsumu smugly smiled, proud that he was able to make you light up even just a little. The way your eyes twinkled and your cheeks puffed up in a very soft manner made it hard for him to breathe like a knot was forming in his chest.

He wanted to turn back but he heard his own words in his head. It's okay to feel. He swallowed the anxiety down.

Atsumu pinched your cheek and finally let the tender smile rest comfortably on his lips. "Glad you liked it."

He fondly and heartily chuckled at your annoyed, smart-ass comeback.

Whatever this was...maybe it's okay to feel this way for a while.  

𐑂 AN : Thank you for hanging on with me guys! As you’ve noticed, I’m trying to get the chapters out faster than usual, so I won’t torture you with so much waiting. I know you’ve been waiting for the fake dating arc. We’re gonna get there, I swear! I just wanna make the journey to it fun and more impactful because of their accumulated memories together. 

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[androcola]

I feel like you’ve already talked about 70s Monkees some but do you wanna talk about them more 🥺?

okay tjis has been sitting in my ask box for a while just cuz ive been really scatterbrained and haven't been able to answer

I think, first and foremost, Micky gets CRAZY in the 70's. like he gets fucking nuts he goes all out. he gets really into led zeppelin and stuff like that, he's always got a loud record playing in the pad, he starts dressing in diy crop tops and tight, ass accentuating, ball crushing jeans (of course with the large bell bottom) he uh.starts hooking up(fucking) a lot with lots of different dudes n chicks (he did that in the 60's too but not as frequently) and over all he just gets insane!! definitely starts going to loud rock shows

mike is a TOTAL contrast to that (like he usually is to Micky) I think mike becomes much much more subdued, much quieter, way less inclined to craziness, much more mellowed out. his mental health starts improving a lot more, therapy and medication really help him manage his depression, cptsd and anxiety, and overall he really is just very mellow. but at the same time he tends to get very very stressed out because of Micky. he gets very worried about him going to loud rock shows cuz he fears him getting hurt by someone crazier than him, also he just can't stand the loud ass zeppelin records (he isn't a fan of the new hard rock) and also he just gets dragged around a lot by micky to do stuff, and its always really funny cuz compared to micky, mike always looks likes someones totally square dad (and acts like it) i think he manages to get over his problems with pent up anger, or atleast learns to manage it a lot better and is much less prone to wanting to kick peoples asses (hes got a very Hank Hill type of Im Gonna Kick Your Ass thing going on still tbh)

davy! I think davy definitely mellows out too, isn't as crazy about chasing chicks, but still gets with some here n there. he's totally mickys rock show buddy though, and has definitely gotten in fights and kicked some people's asses. he's small but he's full of muscle and lots of anger and competitiveness, so he's probably been pulled off some poor unfortunate soul who made the mistake of picking on him by Micky (who probably fucks said poor unfortunate soul later.sorry) but he's also very good going out with mike too, and can be very very calm and peaceful with him

peter gets REEAALLY into the soft rock scene and gets very into the band america ! he also enjoys some of the softer songs by bands like chicago. I think he also enjoys working out :) he gets a gym membership and works out sometimes, he very much believes in the mental benefits of working out, and also loves having strong muscular arms to hug his friends ❤️ he's veeeery 70's hippie. Just like mike, he becomes much more mellow and shy and subdued, and the two are seen hanging out very often because of their very compatible temperaments. oh I know peter DEFINITELY gets very into fleetwood mac

over all when all of them are together it can be quite a mixed bag, especially cuz of Micky who's fucking nuts, amd davy who is easily coaxed into also being fucking nuts, and then there's mike and peter who just want everything to be calm and still. and despite mike and micky being so much more different from each other than ever at this point, their friendship never truly suffers for it. all of them only just get closer and closer through the years

#asks #anon #🥺 #hope u enjoyed this i just spilled dr peppwr on my carpet

[idv-news-boi]

LAURENCE HAVE YOU TOLD YOUR FRIENDS ABOUT ALL OF YOUR LOVERS? LIKE PHINEAS AND LAWRENCE AND EXE AND TATYA AND TOTALLY NOT LEROY AND—

Laurence// …I did-

Leroy// Oh, so that’s Phineas- I know you like circus stuff, but never thought you would be INTO that- (I mean, I always think you’re kind of a clown, so no wonder-/ih)

Laurence// *shrugs* Phineas started this-- not that I mind.

Lovino// Oh- Lawrence??? Isn’t that your real name when you were-

Monday cutting off Lovino intentionally// Gambler? Never seen one in Dyanthus. But definitely heard that there’s a lot of them in a place called “Las Prime Vegas” in EagleWing and other kinds of sites with big casino establishments. Hah, Journo, are you into… lost guys???

Laurence// Is it wrong to say,,, that I like spoiling people? ^^♥️👉👈

Monday// Oh! Not at all! But if that gambler happens to be… not exactly seeking for you at the end, let us know! We always have your back. :)

Leroy// Oui! You’re also our brother in crime, so we care about you~~😙✨

Laurence// Thank you sis, bro! Even though I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s ever the case, I trust him… I love him. :)♥️

Lovino// This Exe… He seems strange. No nationality, no blood type- very few information!

Leroy// Lovino is right- This man is eerily unknown, it’s concerning. Oui,,,, (‘-‘:

Monday// Mmmm… Not scary. But he doesn’t seem to have emotions- You said he lives in voids, that’s even more…. Suspicious. Not a bad thing, just saying- 🧐

Laurence// Mm, yes. Exe finds it complicated to express himself. But he has his ways to show that he cares, i suppose. (^u^♥️

Leroy// *reads Laurence’s notes of “Exe always leaving whenever he doesn’t want to be in a scene, might get easily upset for things that aren’t his fault :’c” *

Leroy// I’ll give you some relationship advice after this-

Laurence// Ah, no need- I think I have to figure this by myself. I’ll come to you if I need help. :)

Leroy// *silent thumbs up as if “okay” * ^^;

Lovino// Tatya? Despite of what she does, she’s cute inside and out. Okay~~ *nods lightly with a pursed smile, as if finding that alright*

Monday// She pole dances? Eccentric people- so that’s what Journo likes??? 🧐 I mean, she looks cool-cool! 😊✨👍

Leroy//

Lovino// Bourjois, what’s wrong? You’ve been silent longer than normal!

Leroy// She needs an appointment.

Laurence// Eh??? :D

Leroy// I-I mean- appointment with me, Oui! I would be happy to give her a haircut and have some fashion talks *closed-eye smile, as if trying to offer kindly despite sweatdropping a bit*

Laurence// Oh oh! I think that sounds great for a meet-up! If she’s up for it, of course??? (ouo;

Leroy//

Leroy// Also, did you just cheated on me-

Lovino// OOO~

Monday// Oooooo~

Akihiko// Ooo…~

Monday// Mein gott, even Nikon is passively shocked!

Lovino// Journo being a bromance cheater, no clickbait???

Laurence// Bourjois! I can explain! We’re just in a bromance detective buddies cough cough <//3

Leroy// *sobs jokingly* don’t say no more! I’m not pretty enough for you! <//3

Laurence// Bro, noooo- 🥺😫😔 *trying to reach for Leroy, only to get uno skipped*/ih/j

…

Monday// …Ah- Is… Is that Bianca?

Laurence// *stops playing*

Leroy// *notices that*

Laurence// Ah… *looks at the archived profile, doesn’t seem sad, but his smile looks more softer now* Yes, that’s her.

Monday// …I’m so sorry, bro. We were so excited to meet her too, to be honest-

Leroy// Oui, she even looks more decent th-

Monday// *kicks Leroy’s kneecaps, cueing the guys to still look at Laurence with sympathy*

Leroy// Ouch, right-

{*Overall,,,, they weren’t surprised that Laurence would make a harem/ih*}

#idv oc #identity v oc #identity v #idv oc ask blog #idv ocs #idv askblog #idv #// ask

[angryteapott]

A reflection on why the introductory episodes of Alchemy of Souls part 2 are putting me off so much, featuring mild spoilers:

(TLDR if you like AoS’s softer female lead as of part two ep two, I really think you’ll like the show Lighter & Princess even though it’s contemporary. Check it out!!)

To be honest, I think the reason I’m grumpy about the current direction is the exact reason other people are liking it. While both seasons lean into the salt and fat style of making entertainment (always tastes better with More), part one uses breakneck pacing and shenanigans as it’s flavoring (which I prefer) where part 2 is using wildly popular romance tropes.

IMO, part one’s buddy comedy feel suits AoS’s anachronistic hairstyles, fast and tone flopping dialogue (that part where naksu almost gives uk to the soul shifter and instead of going all angsty they have him go “hey!” never fails to crack me up) and balls to the wall world building. It’s a romance, but a romance of two people who are first and foremost partners in chaos and who treat their goals as seriously as they treat each other. While a lot of its elements are common fare for its wuxia roots (ie introducing a new technique, saying it’s impossible, and giving the MC a hack to do it anyways within 10 minutes), AoS part 1 makes itself feel fresh by not lingering on its own self importance but instead on how batshit, amoral and funny its main characters are for using duct tape power ups as they scrabble towards the finish line, all while delivering surprisingly solid character arcs that emotionally anchor the decisions about arbitrary magical problems. It reminds me of the first few episodes of sword snow stride if sword snow stride thought women were people. In other words, it’s an absolute banger.

And now part two has launched, the ostensibly darker finish. After the teasers I personally was hoping “darker” meant the same pedal to the metal feel while it treated itself less lightly. However thus far (although it’s early days), this season’s MSG seems to be “dark” id appeasing romance tropes . They’re leaning into the fairytale elements more, which could be fun, but with this comes a closed off ML/ wide eyed FL romance and resultant overwrought angst (FL in her rapunzel era! she cries defeated until he whisks away the boat!! Marriage of convenience!!! Uwu she’s too insecure to even try with the lantern :(!! “She’s my wife” FL starstruck moment 🤩!!!). Which I’m not against as a concept, by the way!! I mean I just devoured lighter and princess and that’s a whole cheesefest. But thus far naksu’s uncut sweetness makes the simultaneous attempts at chaotic hilarity not land for me, and it doesn’t really jive with the previous emotional knots driving character actions approach as much as it does an angsty arbitrary romantic drama. Case in point is the writing giving the actress very Naksu ACTIONS (entrap a strong husband at all costs!!!) while direction is likely what’s making her give the most calf eyed, spaced out performance as she does it, which barely even makes sense. She doesn’t look frustrated at all with her “mom” for trapping her, even though she plans on escaping (and wrecking the jin reputation and harming her “mom”) in the next scene? She’s desperate enough to say something as vicious as jang uk’s so alone that he should marry anyone willing, but with a soft, spineless tone? Sheltered rich girls can have a spine, just see Lighter & Princess! For me, the screenshot parallels people are posting are the real knife in the gut- why are season one’s expressions so good while season two’s are just slightly confused? The hair is still wacky, the world building’s still like swiss cheese, and everyone else is still trying to banter… and I’m supposed to be swept into this played straight disney princess routine? While people seem to be loving the love affair, I keep waiting for why I watched in the first place.

That said, Uk and the crown prince still have mad beef in a way that feels both emotionally honest and funny (CP’s reaction to the wraiths was exactly what that plot point needed to deflate its self importance), and evil guy fieri remains delightfully schemey. So maybe they’ll bring the magic back!! For now, everyone else seems to be eating up the tropes, so maybe I’ll just stay grumpy alone.

#alchemy of souls #alchemy of souls spoilers #meta #to all yall who like it fair enough!!! I’m just personally not in it

[quixotic-writer]

New Friends, New Safety

Request: Anon

Summary: You found yourself at a party for unknown reasons. You kept to yourself most of the night until you cross paths with a stranger who made you feel welcome. Little did you know that same person would be the savior of the evening as well as his band of friends.

Warning: mentions of assault

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I didn’t quite understand why I was here at this party. I didn’t really even want to be here but I thought maybe that tonight would be different. It was an odd and sporadic decision that I have never really ever made before. But here I was now, and I didn’t want to just walk through the doors and then turn on my heel and disappear. I think that would make people look at me even more and have unnecessary attention on me. But, maybe I'm overthinking it? I don’t know.

But here I am, sitting on some crusty couch with a couple making out to the left of me with no signs of coming up for air, and to the right of me is some dude that decided he had enough for the evening and is snoring to the rhythm of the music blasting. I took another sip of the drink in my hand only to realize that the cup was now empty. I stare at the bottom of my cup and look up to the crowd of people chatting and dancing in front of me. I would have to push and shove my way through if I wanted another drink… With hesitancy, I got up and did just that. 

There was another detail I hated about crowds: my height, or lack thereof really. In comparison to most, I had a smaller build, petite they so politely called it. Honestly, I think I'd rather have someone just say I'm short or small than throw some fancy word to try and make me feel better. 

I found my way to the kitchen which was much quieter and – thankfully – less densely packed. I look amongst the soda options and contemplate which one I'll be drinking now. But, the thought of just leaving crosses my mind again.

“I don’t get why there’s so many options, makes it harder for idiots to get their drinks and clear this place out.” I heard over the muffled music and my own thoughts. I look up and see a guy standing there helping himself to the two liter of sprite. He watched as the carbonation filled his cup and then quickly dissipated, then he looked up to me. 

He was quite eye-catching honestly. Brown eyes that had a sparkle to them, eyes that held the power of someone who just enjoyed fun and conversations. Thick eyebrows framed them but gave them a softer and more inviting look. There was a mole on the crease of nostril where it would meet the base of his nose, and it seemed to disappear slightly when he smiled. He was clean and shaven with black, carefully styled hair. 

“Haha, yeah.” I responded quietly so as not to seem rude and to acknowledge that I heard what he had said. When he finished pouring his serving, he looked at me and slightly raised his brows. He gestures with the bottle in hand, almost as if silently asking if I wanted some. I couldn’t refuse so I held my cup a little closer and he poured me some. For some reason, I couldn’t stop looking back at him. And, it seemed he couldn’t either. “Thank you.” I said once my cup was full and I took a light sip.

“I’m Brian by the way, my friends call me Q though. That was kind of rude of me to not introduce myself.” He chuckles a little. We both linger in the kitchen, away from others and away from the chaos. Something about him felt safe, I could feel it. Nothing in me was telling me to run, hide, or cut the conversation short.

“(Y/N)... That’s my name if you were wondering.” He smiles lightly.

“Sweet… So what brings you to this party?”

“Poor decisions?” I answer honestly and questionably. It got a chuckle out of him and it made me feel some butterflies. 

“My friends brought me here. I’m not always one for the party scene, but I like a little fun once in a while.” Just then, someone else walked into what was temporarily our little personal corner of the world. “Speak of the devil this is my buddy Sal, been friends for a while.” The now named stranger smiles warmly to me and I mirror the same warm smile and nodded as a means of greeting him.

“Q, I was looking for you. Joe has now managed to nose nearly every person here and now he’s dancing like a maniac. You gotta see this.” Sal is practically pulling on Brian’s shirt as a means of coaxing him to see the spectacle that I'm assuming is their other friend.

“Alright, alright Sal, christ. I’ll see you around?” I nod with a smile as he’s already halfway out the door. He smiles back just as wide as he finally disappears around the corner. 

As I sat alone sipping away at my soda all by my lonesome, I contemplated my decisions. I hear the crowd uproaring and I cave into my curiosity to see what this ‘Joe’ character looks like and what has got everyone so up in a tizzy, especially Q’s friend. I find my way back to a packed living room. People built like trees and walls are surrounding the spectacle that has me leaving the comforts of the quiet kitchen. Curse this small body. I tried to jump to see overhead and I could only see in small increments. I grew tired and was tempted to give up until I shuffled around the group and found myself standing tall on the sofa to see over everyone, gaining a perfect view of everything.

There was Joe, now I could put a face to the name. He was putting his heart, soul, and… belly? Into his dancing. No shirt, swinging the piece of clothing around as he kept his little soiree. He truly was dancing like a maniac, but I loved it. 

“Ever see anyone dance like that before?” A random guy stands on the couch next to me to see all that was going on. 

“Never, it’s really entertaining though.” I didn’t want to be rude, so I responded to the stranger’s question as we looked on. Eventually though, I felt the urge to use the bathroom. I felt now was as good a time as any since everyone was distracted and I would be able to easily slip into the bathroom without having to wait around and start doing a little dance myself as I waited. “Odd question, but do you by chance know where the bathroom in this place is?” I asked the guy standing next to me.

“Uuuh, yeah! It’s down the hall, second door to the right.” I nod as thanks and quickly make my way over.

I finished up my business and I'm washing my hands. As the suds fall between my fingers and wash away under the water, I get this tingling in my nerves. I got nervous for some reason, I presumed it to be my body’s way of saying that I was over this whole party scene and it was time to go home. I shrug my shoulders and agree with my psyche and dry my hands.

When I opened the door, the guy that helped me find the bathroom was standing on the other end of the door. He shoved me back into the bathroom and his hands were just… on me.

I tried to scream, but it felt trapped in my throat. I could only get “no” out of me, but I just knew it wasn’t loud enough.

“Shut your fucking mouth.” Was all I heard and it all went blank in my head. I broke out in a cold sweat. My body felt paralyzed, I couldn’t seem to move anything and when I did move, it ached. My mouth was dry and drawing in rapid gulps of breath. The lights in the bathroom felt too bright for my eyes. I could hear my heart pounding.

“Someone… Please…” I whispered out as burning hot tears fell.

The door burst open and before I knew it, the guy was off of me.

“Get your FUCKING hands off of her.” The dude was knocked in the jaw and sent spinning like a top because of the forceful impact and fell to the floor where he got the shit kicked out of him. My senses started coming back to and I could make out who was my savior tonight: Brian. The guy who filled my cup earlier. 

Behind him, stumbling in was his friend Sal.

“Holy shit, nice shot Q… Fuck, there she is.” My skin felt cold as Sal tip toed carefully around Q and made his way to me.

“(Y/N), here.” He quickly removed his jacket and wrapped it around me and helped to guide me out of the bathroom. “Q we better dip before he comes to and starts some scrappy doo act and then we get in trouble.” Q quickly stopped his tirade.

“You better keep your fucking ass down there dipshit. I see your face again or you try anything funny and it’s only gonna come back but it’ll be four times as bad.” Four times? I’d expected twice, but four was oddly specific… The guy whined and groaned as we escaped the bathroom. I found myself sandwiched between the two, Q in front of me and Sal behind me guarding me as we made our way out of here.

We pushed through the crowd of people, it felt somewhat suffocating and everything sounded too loud. It was all so overstimulating.

“Joe! Murr! Let’s go!” Sal bellowed behind him.

The boys sat me on the porch of the house. I was formally introduced to Joe and met another companion of theirs: Murr. All of them were absolute sweethearts. Joe helped to make me laugh, Murr brought me some water, Sal was a comforter and soothed me, and Q stood guard and helped soothe me as well with kind affirming words. They worked well together and created a dynamic that helped bring me down from the bout of severe anxiety that consumed me earlier.

“Is there anything else you need? Have you eaten? Do you need any more water?” Murr asked. They all leaned in waiting for a response, ready to take off and grab whatever it was that I needed. I softly laughed,

“No, I'm okay, really. Just grateful you all were there to be my rescue team.” 

“I can’t stand that shit. You never lay your hands on anyone like that.” Q crossed his arms over his chest as he huffed. I could see him getting worked up all over again.

“Well I sure hope that dipshit learned his lesson after the beatdown you gave him.” Sal says as he remembers the state Q left that guy in after we left the bathroom. The boys all mutter in agreement.

“Yeah. I don’t mean to be rude or anything guys, but i’m really fucking tired after all that shit. I think I'll be staying away from parties… permanently.” I get up on my feet.

“Let one of us take you back home please. Do you have a dorm, apartment, something nearby?” Q quickly jumped up. His eyes were filled with absolute worry.

“Actually, yeah, could you walk me home please Q? My dorm is a few blocks away.” I say with my cheeks rising in heat. Q smiled and wrapped his hand around my shoulder.

“Well then, m’lady, shall we leave?” “Wait, before you two head off.” The three other guys had passed around an old receipt and a pen. Each of them quickly scribbled on it and Joe handed it off to me as soon as he was done with his final addition to it.

“This has all of our numbers on it should you need any kind of help or support. Need us to walk you somewhere, give us a call. Need someone’s lights knocked out? Call only Q for that.” I giggled at the last addition as I looked at the paper. I studied each of their writing styles and it suited each of them so well and was so telling of their personalities.

“Do not hesitate at all. We’ll be around,” Murr says with hands in his pockets and a small smile on his face.

With that, the receipt was placed in my pocket and I had a protector there to walk me to where I was going. I was grateful that someone had their eye out for me and had my safety in mind. I was especially grateful for Q. He stepped up and was quick to run to my defense. I don’t even want to think of what would have happened if he wasn’t there.

“Thank you.” I said softly.

“Don’t thank me. I was just doing what anyone should have done. He looked shady and I had a bad feeling when he followed you to the bathroom.” I couldn’t quite read his face. Was it worry? Anger? Fear? Relief? I’m not sure. One thing was for certain though: his face shone with a genuine glow of honesty and care. All of them did. 

I made 4 new friends tonight in an unimaginable way. Because of that, the night time feels four times safer. It feels especially safe when Q decides to spend the night with me. His arms gently enveloping my frame, holding me close.

#angst #fluff #brian quinn x reader #q x reader #suki writes

[shori]

2022.09.29 Endless SHOCK @ Hakataza Theatre in Fukuoka

Posting on my Tumblr so I can delete the thread on my Twitter and it looks better here than a series of 10+ tweets haha. I'm sad I didn't hit for SHOCK 2023 so time to relive seeing it last year. I got lucky and decided to just YOLO by applying for the self guided tour visa before borders opened back up officially like two weeks later lmao. I HAD TO GO since I'm a KinKi and Kisumai fan!

Koichi Zachou is really an oujisama 😍 Loved red hair Mitsu as rival. Wish I could have seen more shows because there's so much happening in all the scenes. Glad I got close seats in the 2nd floor especially to see Koichi's flying scenes in the second act 😭

9/29 13:00 show

I was so focused on Koichi at the beginning and I'm so used to Kochan's stage voice so when Mitsu first spoke I was like who omg it's HIROMITSU

I was very impressed with Mitsu's stage acting and singing just like many fans reported! His singing is very clear & smooth 💯

Matsuzaki & HIROMITSU are too cute as buddies. Zaki telling Mitsu to put his arms around Rika at the rooftop🙈 A few scenes I just laughed at their buddy bro dynamic.

Mitsu in the ❤️ patterned suit is cute 🥰 when he comes in with the bouquet & dances with Rika during It's a Wonderful Day. Man got guts to wear that heart patterned suit. Haha he's so charai just like how he is as idol... watch Kisumai Busaiku! 🤣

I think HIROMITSU is the happy go lucky charai rival that is more on KOICHI's level. He doesn't seem to get angry and is more sly and calculated.

I laughed at the Everybody Go lines 😂 I love the little references/adlibs. For my show since it was the day of Travis Japan's "world debut" announcement. After the rooftop scene they are crossing the stage~

Matsuzaki: There's a group making a world debut!

Mitsu on roller skates: Ehh Tora Tora..! 🐯🐯

Overall HIROMITSU gets along with everyone and have fun in the Company.

The solo for the rival, MOVE ON is such a good fitting song. I felt Shori had the cool youngster brash charisma in the performance. So it's nice to see how Mitsu's version has a different aura that was his own... he totally owned the stage. Dancing & charisma. 💯💯

I need to review the previous rivals and watch more closely but I can definitely see how others say Mitsu's version is different. I felt his version was more calm, diligent, and mature and more of Koichi's equal. He didn't crumble emotionally and descend into darkness/violence or acted brashly right away...

It was a slowburn but when he finds out. KOUICHI is really dead... After the Shakespearean act, HIROMITSU is lying on the floor distraught. The piano melody for Don't Look Back 〜戻れない日々 plays (love this song composed by Koichi! could we get a new OST version with Shori and Mitsu as vocals *biased*). This part always gets me with the rival, KOICHI, and the owner singing. here is where I first started to get sobby/cry a bit. I also cried at the end of Yori no Umi, then and there's HIROMITSU and the cast... The flashbacks of memories with KOICHI is shown...

Shimada Kaho who Koichi worked with in Knights' Tale played the Owner for the first time. She's a lovely lady and has such a elegant presence 😍 she has a softer speaking voice than Maeda Bibari-san but a powerful beautiful singing voice.

As always the second act is just amazing with the Japanese dance and flying scenes.

And the end is just 😭😭😭

Doesn't HIROMITSU look so intense!

Even knowing the general story with the acts and various performances... I understand why people still want to see it every year even tho the general story is the same but how the script changes with the different rival and how it evolves... There's a different atmosphere with each new rival/cast. For me, seeing the cast ensemble makes it interesting to watch with the chairman leading. I really hope to see Endless SHOCK again one day.

Scans by me from digital Weekly TV Guide & TV Guide Alpha

#endless shock #domoto koichi #kitayama hiromitsu

[rayons1only1started]

Red

Ironically, most of this chapter is written in Blue's pov. Oh and Blue can see sorta but it's a bit blurry.

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I was chasing a trespasser, or whatever the hell these were. Red called them that. And, despite all the hate toward him, he was the only one who knew stuff.

I turned the corner, but the trespasser had already disappeared.

"Shit. Stupid eyesight." I mumbled.

One day I had both of my eyes working. Then I tripped, (sure buddy) and no more eye! I don't know how I tripped, I think it has something to do with Red. He acts guilty around, like he tripped me, and regrets it.

I ain't buying it. JUST HATE US, WE KNOW YOU DO!

 I was jolted out of my thoughts by Orange, who came to say that Yellow had killed the last one. I sighed in relief. Trespassers can be such a handful.

I turned to thank Orange, but he was already gone. Probably hungry. If he's hungry he is best left alone; He tends to get hangry. 

I go to find an ice pack. Whenever there are no trespassers, I put an ice pack to my eye so it would hurt less.

I was heading to the infirmary when I heard quiet sobbing coming from a room. It was muffet, but you could tell the person who was crying was really sad. 

The sound led me to Red's room behind my castle. 

What has Red done to them? Who is even in there? If it's Green I will find Red and murder him. Or just knock him out. I-I mean if it's anyone-

My thoughts were interrupted by a scene I didn't think I would see. 

Red was sitting there hugging his knees, with his back to the door, sobbing. I froze, surprised.

"Red?" I asked softly, scared.

I didn't get an answer, and came to the conclusion that he must have fallen asleep. I had no idea what to do, as we have never seen Red in this state. Should I help him? He was rude to you. That was long ago. And he is the reason I can see at all.

I decided not to do anything, but tell the others. Quietly, I closed the door, and went to find the others.

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Slowly, I gained consciousness. I heard voices, whispering about me, and a softer one, telling me not to fret and pretend to be asleep. That everything was fine. That he was back.

That one was the voice. 

But, I was not fully awake, and didn't recognize it. 

Believed it. 

Let it lull me back to sleep.

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I told the others what happened, and they wanted to see for themselves. When the others saw (In Green's case got described), this was what they thought:

O: "Idk what to do."

P: "Leave him."

B: "I never thought I would defend Red, but we shouldn't leave him. I found him sobbing." (Red had stopped by then)

P: "He locked me in the vents, and I'm still trapped in here!"

O:"We all know you wouldn't come out if you could, you think-"

P:"Why you little annoying-"

Y: "Idk about all y'all but Red was never rude to me or cyan. He just seemed really busy, and distracted."

C:"I confirm."

B: "Ok, how about you Green?"

G: "...I say we move him." 

After that we agreed on moving him. I brought him to the infirmary, and put him on the bed.

"I hope he doesn't mind..." I say.

"Who cares?" Purple's voice echoed from the vent. (Why you little -----------! Don't hate on Red!)

I turned and left, taking an ice pack with me. But noooo. Then a group of trespassers entered. Uhhhh. I put the pack down and started to walk around hoping to find some players. I got two, and was chasing the third one when they turned the corner and bumped into Green. 

Snap! Blood splatters us.

Then Green turned to me and started toward me. "W-Wait! Can't you tell I'm not a trespasser?"

"Sorry. I can't really tell, and you stopped running then." Green apologized, and I thought I saw him blush as I turned and walked away. I sometimes wish he was always by me, and his voice is- Why am I thinking this? We are just friends, and nobody here is more than that except maybe Red and the other guy. They were always doing everything together before the other one left.

[rayon-the-great]

Kill Me Now, My Love

Red

Ironically, most of this chapter is written in Blue's pov. Oh and Blue can see sorta but it's a bit blurry.

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I was chasing a trespasser, or whatever the hell these were. Red called them that. And, despite all the hate toward him, he was the only one who knew stuff.

I turned the corner, but the trespasser had already disappeared.

"Sh1t. Stupid eyesight." I mumbled.

One day I had both of my eyes working. Then I tripped, (sure buddy) and no more eye! I don't know how I tripped, I think it has something to do with Red. He acts guilty around, like he tripped me, and regrets it.

I ain't buying it. JUST HATE US, WE KNOW YOU DO!

 I was jolted out of my thoughts by Orange, who came to say that Yellow had killed the last one. I sighed in relief. Trespassers can be such a handful.

I turned to thank Orange, but he was already gone. Probably hungry. If he's hungry he is best left alone; He tends to get hangry. 

I go to find an ice pack. Whenever there are no trespassers, I put an ice pack to my eye so it would hurt less.

I was heading to the infirmary when I heard quiet sobbing coming from a room. It was muffet, but you could tell the person who was crying was really sad. 

The sound led me to Red's room behind my castle. 

What has Red done to them? Who is even in there? If it's Green I will find Red and murder him. Or just knock him out. I-I mean if it's anyone-

My thoughts were interrupted by a scene I didn't think I would see. 

Red was sitting there hugging his knees, with his back to the door, sobbing. I froze, surprised.

"Red?" I asked softly, scared.

I didn't get an answer, and came to the conclusion that he must have fallen asleep. I had no idea what to do, as we have never seen Red in this state. Should I help him? He was rude to you. That was long ago. And he is the reason I can see at all.

I decided not to do anything, but tell the others. Quietly, I closed the door, and went to find the others.

----------------Red POV----------------------

Slowly, I gained consciousness. I heard voices, whispering about me, and a softer one, telling me not to fret and pretend to be asleep. That everything was fine. That he was back.

That one was the voice. 

But, I was not fully awake, and didn't recognize it. Believed it. Let it lull me back to sleep.

----------------Blue POV--------------------

I told the others what happened, and they wanted to see for themselves. When the others saw (In Green's case got described), this was what they thought:

O: "Idk what to do."

P: "Leave him."

B: "I never thought I would defend Red, but we shouldn't leave him. I found him sobbing." (Red had stopped by then)

P: "He locked me in the vents, and I'm still trapped in here!"

O:"We all know you wouldn't come out if you could, you think-"

P:"Why you little annoying-"

Y: "Idk about all yall but Red was never rude to me or cyan. He just seemed really busy, and distracted."

C:"I confirm."

B: "Ok, how about you Green?"

G: "...I say we move him." 

After that we agreed on moving him. I brought him to the infirmary, and put him on the bed.

"I hope he doesn't mind..." I say.

"Who cares?" Purple's voice echoed from the vent. (Why you little -----------! Don't hate on Red!(Yes I simp for Red))

I turned and left, taking an ice pack with me. But noooo. Then a group of trespassers entered. Uhhggg. I put the pack down and started to walk around hoping to find some players. I got two, and was chasing the third one when they turned the corner and bumped into Green. 

Snap! Blood splatters us.

Then Green turned to me and started toward me. "W-Wait! Can't you tell I'm not a trespasser?"

"Sorry. I can't really tell, and you stopped running then." Green apologized, and I thought I saw him blush as I turned and walked away. I sometimes wish he was always by me, and his voice is- Why am I thinking this? We are just friends, and nobody here is more than that except maybe Red and the other guy. They were always doing everything together before the other one left.

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Now do you know who the other one is?

#rainbow friends #rainbow friends fanfact #roblox rainbow friends #fanfact #I.SHIP.RED.DEAL WITH IT.

[spark-gem]

who are your favorite top ten black clover characters & ships (platonic or romantic)? talk about them!

Anon, I owe you my life!

I did this based on characters since I don’t particularly have ships.

Now, in a somewhat(because I am garbage at ranking things I love) particular order let us begin.

Top 10 Black Clover Character Appreciation

Fuegoleon Vermillion

Who's surprised that this man ranks #1? I'm not since I'm a biased simp. Its really funny though that the first time I watched Black Clover, I didn't have a thought about Fuegoleon to me he was just there. That is until me and my friend started to pick characters we would date if real and I choose him. Like 'yeah he seems like a nice guy' but as I got to know more about him from the franchise I started falling for his character more and ultimately he holds the position as my favorite character in this anime. Fuegoleon Vermillion is the whole package: confident yet can be vulnerable, a strong heart, attractive, socially awkward, family man, caring, and just absolutely wonderful.

Mereleona Vermillion

She was intense from Day 1 to me and she still is...and I love it. There's something truly therapeutic about watching her beat the shit out of everyone and everything. Every time she has a fight scene I stop what I'm doing to watch. She's strong and she knows it. Sometimes I forget myself the she keeps her more softer side under wraps and only lets a few people see it. I wish we could've gotten something like her training with Acier or straight up only kidnapping Noelle to train her. Also I love that no nonsense way she talks to people, its great.

Leopold Vermillion

Leo's journey is something I've enjoyed from the sidelines. Most of the time he's introduced as a sibling of the Fire Vermillions but that's not all to his identity. He's a strong and capable Magic Knight who gives it his all in battle and always looking for a way to get better. Seeing the fruits of his labor during the Heart invasion was incredible because...holy shit. Also, I don't see many people making the connection that Leo was the first Clover citizen to unknowingly tap into Mana Method back in the Volcano dungeon. He fucking did it!

Gordon Agrippa

Literally my first thought seeing him was....panda. I guess he still kinda is. I always feel bad when the Bulls accidently forget him at base or don't even know he's gone. He just want's some friends to talk too. Honey, I will sit with you and you can teach me how to make dolls and as a fellow person who burns in the sun after 5 seconds, I'll sit with you in beach episodes. He's my buddy.

Charmy Pappitson

While she is mainly provided as a comic relief character, there's no denying that Charmy is her own strength and source of positivity that I highly admire. As someone, who is trying to fix their relationship with food, Charmy is a bit of a comfort character in that she eats whatever she likes from all food groups to channel her energy into power for herself. Even when people in show make a comment about her weight, she's quick to clap back with a comment like 'admiring my beautiful curves?' or 'now there's more of me to love!'. I can't wait to see more Charmy content.

Mimosa Vermillion

In the Royal Knight's Exam, I quite enjoyed learning more about her through the character interactions with her brother (fuck you Kirsh). It was also nice to see her beginning to see her developing more offensive spells to use in battle as to not rely on her team mates for protection. She took charge of her team when they were off topic and carried her weight all the way to the Spade Arc. And she won't take crap from her brother either, she manages to throw his own critiques back at him! You go girl!

Henry Legolant

He's so cute! He's a walking bird cage lol! Also I loved the Lego reference in his name. Another boy I would like to befriend. Henry is a kind soul who will quite literally use the power of friendship to beat his enemies.

Magna Swing

Ngl Magna first drew me in by his design alone. And boy was I not disappointed. If you're currently caught up in the manga then you know what I mean. His rivalry with Luck is also something entertaining to watch in itself and when push comes to shove he's definitely the man for any job. Plus he's always looking to get stronger for himself.

Asta

Asta comes in with the gall, audacity, and determination that I am here for! While most people would be in a situation and just let things happen, Asta really does enter the room and essentially go 'why are are you so bitter? why are you such a stupid and mean person? why are you being unreasonable?' The directness is something I love and then when he shatters people's way of thinking of the world...a masterpiece.

Charlotte Roselei

I honestly haven't thought that hard about why I like Charlotte. I think it's the persona she puts up. Being seen as this independent woman leader when she really is an awkward woman who doesn't know how to ask for a date is kinda nice. Regardless I also like to see the progress of how Charlotte uses her Blue Rose magic. Especially if you consider it to be a more weakened version of her original Red Rose magic. Imagine the kind of power she can unleash without the curse.

#black clover writing #black clover #top 10 #black clover event #the hype and return #august #august event #fuegoleon vermillion #mereleona vermillion #leopold vermillion #gordon agrippa #charmy pappitson #mimosa vermillion #henry legolant #magna swing #asta #charlotte roselei #black clover fuegoleon #black clover mereoleona #black clover leopold #black clover charmy #black clover gordon #black clover mimosa #black clover henry #black clover magna #black clover asta #black clover charlotte

[may-tine]

Someone who has never watched TMNT Rise reacts to the movie

@gauntletknight​ this is for you

so the last tmnt anything i watched was the 1990 live action film and the 2003 cartoon, when i was like 7? so we are off to a great start, but lets get into it

hey what, why are we in hell

okay wow Casey is here already i remember him

hey MIKEY??? WHAT im sorry does leo have a metal arm?

are we opening with time travel WHAT

WHY IS CASEY JONES FROM THE FUTURE.WASNT HE JUST SOME PUNK FROM NEW YORK?

I just watched a man die.

things keep happening and i cant put my thoughts down- oh i JUST WATCHED ANOTHER MAN DIE

alright pausing for half a sec to get thoughts down, this is a wild opening, tho i guess for a movie you need some higher stakes then a normal show. Im pretty sure the normal show is more classic turtle hijinks. aight back to it

actaully whats the krang? was that in the original? Are we going to see shredder?

oop yep classic teenage turtle hijinks

now i dont remember much but i remember Donnie and Leo being kinda hard to distinguish personality wise. Im glad they put some further characterization on them both

Mikey is somehow more childish?  but like in a babyish way

oh yeah Raph is the leader this time around.

okay so the magic thing is already established in the show, and Shredder has been dealt with?

oh buddy

WHO THE FUCK ARE THESE RANDOS?

I think Donnie was always tech but was he always THIS tech? Damn son

music is super funky

Eyy foot clan! wait these are shredders guys arnt they?

Raph is still mostly angry but hes like, softer. and WHY IS LEO BEING SUCH AN ASS! is he always like this?

Rat dad! We Love splinter

this version of casey is so weird compared to what im used too, i dont hate him tho

yoo wait thats April? APRIL STEALS?

Yo  have they been training her as a ninja as well? good for her- APRIL DONT STEAL RANDOM CHEMICALS

Oh this is begging to go wron- yep

this entire interrogation scene is amazing

Okay i do adore this casey

shit is it really like, too late, too late?

god this krang thing is heking creepy why are they blocks

OH THE MAGICS OFF, right after i noticed April had magic too

oof Splinters out cold

Do they have a pod for casey? ok yeah- oh leo no

wha

hey waat the fucK? RAPH?

oh god the you survived banner is about to NOT be funny

nooo hes turning on casey

oh god the powers are still gone

Raph isnt captured... is he?

COMMANDER?

oh he is captured, kinda surprised there

ah hostage situation got it- HEY WHAT THEY FUCKKKKK

AHHHHH?????? bye foot clan

same mikey

AHHHHH HIVE MIND

oh caseys about to ruin the mood

or hype them up

oh no reveals are being delayed

GOD  this is horrifying isnt this a kids show?

HEY LEO I THINK THEY SAW YOU COMING!

APRIL HAS A MOTORCYCLE YESSSS (did she have that orginally? maybe?)

Im worried how single minded Leo is getting about this, but at the same time, i get it.

THEY POSSESSED A TRAIN???

SOFT SHELL? oh your kidding

Oh god dont possess the tank

APRIL NO- oh, april yess

Ive never been so scared of a train in my life

WHY IS THIS A STRAIGHT UP HORROR????

WHY DID SHE STEAL SO MANY????

Casey with the call out!- oh not like that kiddo no

yep like cops will do anything- WHY ARE THEY GOOP LIKE THAT, Its too fleshy my guy.

Casey what was that smirk?  Did you do this on purpose?

Mickey with the mystic hands stuff worries me cuase is LITERALLY KILLED HIM

oh the triangulation scene ive seen this

oh no

oh raph is not going to be raph once hes out of there is he

AH I HATE BEING RIGHT

WAIT I THINK I SAW FANART OF THIS EARLIER TODAY I THOUGHT IT WAS SOME AU

WE ARE HITTING FINAL HOUR SHIT AND ITS ONLY HALF WAY THROUGH THE MOVIE????

god krang raph is so spooky

HEEY FAM? HEY TMNT FANS??? ARE YOU GUYS GOOD??? i was not expecting such levels of cosmic horror 

wait why does a turtle have eyebrows?

god the krang possessed tech is the worst, horrific,OH GOD WHAT IF THE TURTLE TANK.

shout out to Donnie having a step counter, same buddy.

i do enjoy the art style

oh why he sound like that

god the animation on krang raph is upsetting

I do adore this mikey as well, i was thinking i wouldnt liked this take on ‘immature’ but hes growing on me

OH NOOO DOnnie no dont do it oh god the goop

guys WTF

GUYS WTF

I DONT LIKE DONNIE IN THERE

AHH THAT EYE

WTFWTFWTFWTF

Hello?? am i about to cry over turtles??

MYSTIC POWERS!!!!!! What about the power cancel?

oh yeah B team. Love that Aprils first idea is dropping a building on somthing

AHHH THATSD A BEAM THROUGH AN EYE AAA, like its an alien but ye

YOOOO MIKEYYYY JUST THROWS A BUILDING

Oh this is so sick

yeee the anti power stuff or not? they still work?

Leo damn it dont do the self sacrificial shit YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT SCREWED YOU UP WHEN RAPH DID IT

hot moment to appreciate the Krang mechs, great monster designs

HAHA PORTAL FUCKERY

Casey my boy ; _ ;

oh god it ended on a portal chop

whats he holdin- NOOOOOOO DONT DO THAT TO ME

ONE OF THEM IS STILL ALIVE AHHH

MIKEY NO DONT HURT YOURSELF

HES CRACKING- THEY ALL ARE AHH

WAIT THIS IS GONNA LET KRANG BACK IN

QUICK SAVE YEAAAAA

ive only been to new york once whats wrong with Staten island

Casey gets pizza!!!

WHo the hek is Cassandra- UH OH

oh this ending song is a banger

WELL That was a lot of fun and SUPER DARK WHAT. At least I get the hype now. I dont know if ill start the actual series but I will be rooting for a s3 for all the fans

#tmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt rise movie #rottmnt

[tarnishedhalo]

The celebration of this year’s April 4th – his American’s birthday – was months, months in the planning. It was to be the first Ron could spend in his company, what with his move to New York last winter, and so to mark that fact, and to welcome in the next year of the good man’s life propah, thinking caps were put on early. Ears were opened. And a number Ron hadn’t dialled since oh, before moving over State-side, was rung. Had he sprung this notion of his on the fella he’d dialled last minute he’d have shot him down. Man was busy, had engagements, studio-time, plans for tours and all sorts, but he remembered the cockney drawl at the end of the phone fondly from a couple’a years ago tenue in London’s club scene, so testing the acoustics at Ron’s new Venture? It was hardly an ask in the first place, but was even less of one after mention of a musically talented jam-buddy-come-fan was made.

Diaries were marked, the 4th came round, and The Venture’s doors were quietly closed to the public from lunchtime ‘til the late evening to give Ron’s guest a chance to settle in and get his sound on, and to give Ron an ample window in which to steal Riley away from the day’s earlier-hours festivities and make introductions. Ron hated fibbing, but he consoled himself - as he spun a little tale about closing up shop early so Riley could have a jam session in the pub’s newly minted live performance space – with the knowledge that he was in fact telling half-truths. He had closed up for that very reason. It’s just that Riley, his favourite guitar in hand as they moved from car to premises, wouldn’t be jamming alone.

Soon as they neared the doors, there was music on the air. Chords were being tested and, if you listened close, a bluesy drawl that Ron would describe, if asked, as whiskey’s voice singing was crooning away at intervals. Key to lock, Ron fought the adrenaline bubbling up at the prospect of his gift coming clear like a Spartan ‘til a glance round at Riley kicked that straight out the park. With a grin that was all teeth and open lips and crinkling skin by his eyes, he took opening that door slow-time and began to speak.

“—Y’remembah I told yah I knew artists in club land, Lahndan, righ?”

The heavy door eased open, both men slipping in through a cloud of that whiskey-blues-sound. Ron turned and locked up quickly, then drew Riley through the entryway and onto floors of tile and hardwood. The live performance area – a slightly raised stage with room for a chair or stool as the artist preferred, their instruments and a microphone – lived off to their right; the bar and other seating spread out before them and left. An arm round his mate’s back, Ron went on.

“—Made friends ‘ov a few ‘ov ‘em – acquaintances’a more, ‘n since I ‘eard yah mention a name I knew as a faverit’a yours I—” Glee made a breath catch in his throat. Ron swallowed showing it back, but everything in him sang with the want to move. He contented himself to gesturing towards the familiar face populating his Venture’s stage.  The man looked up from plucking Heaven on his guitar strings, flashed the pair a smile, laughed a—

“Finally!”

-- to which Ron rasp-laughed back.

“Sorry t’keep yah, Joe” he greeted, bowing his head by way of the handshake he’d have given him if he had even the vaguest inclination to leave Riley’s side. To his friend then he said, “I f’ort y’might fancy keepin’ Mistah Bonamassa comp’ny f’a bit.” The arm round Riley’s back gave a little squeeze as Ron smiled up at him. It was a wonky thing, like the real ones always were. A wink flickered by as the expression eased into a warm, obvious kind of fondness. “Bar’s open f’yah if y’want anyfin’, yeah?” Softer then, and with feeling he enthused–

“--‘Appy birfday.”

Never fails, no matter how long he's been up the night before either at work or enjoying not being on his beat, he finds himself awake at half past four in the morning. He'd specifically taken the week off to celebrate another year inching him closer to forty. And yet despite his bed being comfortable, being warm enough not to set off the nerves of his phantom limb, and the window beyond the heavy curtains still being dark as fuck, the restlessness is already seeding itself through him. He should be up, running through his PT routine. He should be in the shower, washing off the last vestiges of sleep and the new coat of sweat. He should be in the kitchen making coffee then something healthy and protien heavy for breakfast, or at least something incredibly indulgent. He'd intentionally made no real plans, content to mourn a little more of his youth with a good bottle and maybe a handful of closest companions ~his brother and sister, of course, didn't really count as he sees them as extentions of himself~ and maybe a specifically catered dinner. He makes no effort to move, instead remains on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes. Neither sleeping nor fully awake, he listens to the morning progress. The traffic sounds coming up off the street, the so-called quiet shenanigans from his siblings who will swear they're trying their best to not wake him, and eventually he has to give up his ghosts when the door opens and they come bursting in. Coffee and breakfast on a tray, Beth singing the traditional birthday song, Billy singing a dirge. This checks out. At least the giant has good enough sense to jump onto the bed before Beth hands him the coffee and settles in on his other side. ~*~

Riley would never say it was grudging when Ron catches him off guard with the offer of something quiet as the night starts to cling to the city skyline. He should have realised there was something afoot when he left the apartment with his Gibson in its case, his siblings not uttering a word about his need for absence. That they'd been content with a 'call youse guys later", and out he went. Normally too, he would have balked at being picked up but he had no intentions of being a teetotaler tonight, and Sally was safer in the garage rather than on the street. Clearly, the sound system put in at the Venture was incredible, the live CD playing tripping its way across the pleasure centre of Riley's brain with its familiar and envy-inducing musicality. There were a great many musicians that inspired him with their art, names he could rattle off like his duty stations. A broad plethora of old and new that he judged his own skills by, and little hidden star-studded dreams that were for their weight just that. Private imaginings. When he passes his judgement on the speakers and stereo, the world lights up in Ron's face. That should have been clue number two. He remembers. Riley never really forgets anything, the curse of a photographic memory. He nods and grins, waiting to hear this story which feels so new its still shiny in the shorter man's mien, a feat unto itself. His eyes take a moment to adjust from the perpetual brilliance of the cityscape to the dimmer, honey-warm sort of lighting of the Venture's interior. The bar really is a gorgeous thing and with any luck, his friend will be as welcomed and rewarded by the city's adoration as he was back home in London, with the notable lack of his brother's anchor round his neck. If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere. As Frankie was famous for crooning. As Ron rushed through the tale though, everything started to trickle in. The stage set up was familiar too, he'd seen it before. Excitement all but poured off Ron the way it does Beth on Christmas morning and it partially carries him away on its tide but then… Then. Riley knows the voice, and he knows the song, and he knows the guitar. There is still the tiniest of disconnects as he freezes beside his friend, when all of everything comes crashing into him with the impact of a subway train. The arm around Ron's shoulders flexes, then tightens. His mouth parts, voice already so deep dropping an octave. "I. I uh. You're…you've gotta be fuckin' kidding me right now, Rawnie." It's in the half gravel drawl that Ron would find a universe of words that Riley is ever so eloquent with, and how they've all come to a halt just behind his teeth, unable to climb one over the other to come out. There is almost never an instant when Riley is stunned, and yet right in this moment, that's exactly what he is. A deathlock of a grip around his Brit's neck. The nearly imperceptible quiver than runs through all six feet plus of him. And as if proof of divine miracles still happening in the world, at the whispered congratulations, Andrew Riley blushes.

#Thanks!Pumpkin <3 <3 <3 <3 #STUNNED. #Post Blue|Ron Kray #Bartenders and Roughnecks|Ron and Riley #An Englishman in New York|AU