#like haha I’m so done with this useless organ

[roachclit]

one of my trans female friends wants a hysterectomy :(

#she’s talking about it so flippantly too #like haha I’m so done with this useless organ #I need to talk to her about the risks but I need to be careful about what I say #if anyone has advice that would be epic

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

going to be real bunwitch seems to be pretty happy that scout's going through it. extremely fucked to look at a person in a high stress situation with their personal pets and go "haha i doubt its real but if it is theyre just being dramatic". Like how fucked up is it that the other person mainly involved (bonefarm) who has experience with falsified animal control calls can sympathize with someone they dont even like but bunwitch is just completely shifting the blame off themselves and acting like scout is overreacting. if they werent the ones that did it, it was definitely one of their followers. certainly hope bunwitch doesnt have to worry about any false animal control calls or doxxing anytime soon, because theyre gonna get the exact amount of sympathy theyre giving scout.

Oh I absolutely have no doubt it was them or one of their pals lol. They’ve been pissing and moaning about Scout for days now for absolutely no reason. The last post I saw of theirs before I mass blocked a bunch of these weirdos started off with something like “I don’t get why culling newborn rabbits is bad but mice isn’t” yeah man, Scout didn’t say that though. It’s weird to cull pinkie mice solely for pattern or sex too. The main reason pinkies are culled is that they’re a specific size that makes them an excellent stepping stone in feeding baby carnivorous wildlife. I don’t personally cull pinkies as food because it’s a waste of resources and low in nutrition, but if you’re feeding something like a very small snake you don’t always have that many options since they swallow prey whole making it impractical to simply cut adult mice in smaller pieces. A newborn rabbit of most breeds is similar in size to adult mice and halfling rats so you can much more easily just use those and not have to worry about supplementing with calcium or anything. Rabbit meat in general is so low on fat it’s a bit useless to most carnivores as a food staple unless you have an obese carnivore you need to drop weight off of.

That’s a digression I know, but my point is that bunnyblr weirdos will take any opinion that may conflict with their interests and spin it into their own narrative to organize their pathetic little harassment campaigns.

“Oh you said goat kids shouldn’t be hard culled at birth in your opinion? Guess that means you hate rabbit breeding and want us dead but personally step on baby mice with your bare feet, also sometimes your cattle who live outside have mud on them im calling the cops on you in real life because I stalked you to find your name and address, I’m the normal one here!”

Anyway, I hope Scout gets some form of legal Justice for this because it really is just them openly threatening with a not-so-subtle “fall in line because I know where you live and how to find you by name if you move”. There’s no other justification because you cannot legitimately tell me that they thought sending an ACO to Scout’s apartment, not the property the cattle are kept at, their personal apartment where they live, was actually done in good faith to “save those poor moos” absolutely not. Nothing Scout has done is illegal or considered unethical by anyone who knows anything about cattle. This wasn’t done out of concern this was done with the intent to harm someone for saying something they didn’t like online. You don’t send a cop to the home of a queer person with good intentions. It’s absolutely sickening behavior.

[roastedbeefed]

Ughhh thinking about the pre-retcon timeline

Honestly I feel like that fit so much better with everyone’s character arcs, as much as vriskagram warms my heart, dirk, rose, terezi, vriska, karkat and even gamzee got better arcs

(Below this is just me spewing nonsense bc I gotta type this out or I’ll go wild)

Dave is the clear winner of the retcon timeline, he gets his cathartic conversation (which I love, don’t get me wrong) and even dirk gets some kinda of closure with Dave, but not really with anyone else

Pre-retcon vriska was honestly really fun and interesting to see grow and change, and (s) remember is just so cathartic to see; I’m not a vriska Stan so that’s all I really have to say about her haha

Terezi’s journey is also great pre retcon, her thing with Dave, her and karkat’s friendship, the pain from killing vriska despite feeling so sure that she did the right thing, the regret from getting her vision back and feeling like she lost a part of herself, not sure how to get it back; it hurts to read but terezi feeling like she needs to brave everything by herself leading to her having to watch karkat die is just ughhhh ouchie ouch but I feel like it just makes so much narrative sense!

Even with rose, although it was pretty painful to watch her fall into substance abuse, it makes sense why she would, and the fact that no one really knows what to do about it makes more sense than “vriska is here problem solved!” I mean pre-retcon roses final conversation with Roxy? Ouchhhh I got a lot to say about it but I’ll cut myself off

Dirk gets the Dave reunion post retcon, but I feel like we get much more emphasis on his like of control in the other timeline, watching him travel alone through space as everything else falls apart; his “I failed” line is so earnest but incorrect that it’s a little pathetic, but in a good way! Dirk tries so hard to be “aloof cool guy who’s got it all together” and then proceeding to fall apart and later tell Jane that he’s “actually a horrible person and completely manipulative”, but both situations put all the control on him! No matter whether he thinks he’s good or bad, dirk makes it 100% his fault, but after Game Over?

Dirk is just a kid, this situation was so out of his hands, and he dies not even acknowledging this, but the readers finally get the most blatant example of “dirk has never known what he’s doing and he’s not to blame, he’s a kid in a terrible circumstance”

I feel like karkat got done the greatest disservice; his whole relationship with gamzee (who I won’t get into too much but I personally believe that watching gamzee slowly lose himself and become a pawn for the game (bard moment) is a lot more compelling than tossing him in a fridge) is completely thrown out in favor of Cool Vriska Moment, thus ruining karkat’s whole relationship with blood

This conversation is just so painful because as nice as it is to know that karkat is going to have some great role in organizing earth C (oh wait that never happened hm), the fact that karkat talks about being so useless like he didn’t lead his session to (almost) victory after spending his whole life afraid of his blood color being found out is just ughhhhh bc yeah! Post retcon, karkat doesn’t do much of anything other than embarrass himself when he’s not just saying something funny; he gets his speech at the end, but it’s entirely alone, which is weird for the “friendship was the real hero all along!“ guy

Pre-retcon karkat DID put everything on the line! For gamzee and then for terezi! But I guess non of that matters now! And ughhhh terezi I wish we acknowledged their relationship more and how it really didn’t work because of their separate circumstances and issues, but they still mean a lot to each other! That one conversation between the two of them when karkat tries to talk her up is just a real show of his growth, after being too aggressive and controlling, and then coming to the realization that maybe his emotions are a lot different than what he was taught they should be, all coming together to karkat just wanting to help someone he cares deeply about as they’re struggling

When he managed to outrun kanaya in a fit to save terezi? Ultimately failing since circumstances still would not let him win? (Think him reaching for the final reward!) like I said, it’s painful but I feel like it’s so much more compelling than turning karkat into a little weasel that no one could possibly like unless they’re Dave

And karkat’s relationship with Dave! I got so invested seeing the two of them go from fake rivals to “kinda friends I guess” to “hey are we still going to be friends after all of this” vriskagram was so cathartic since I still saw these moments as an extension of pre-retcon, but it gets a bit less impactful since we don’t have as much of karkat’s growth from an obsessive kid to someone who’s grown and learned a lot about themselves

Karkat and kanaya’s friendship is always incredible no matter the timeline I won’t be convince otherwise thank you

#pleasssesee tell me the images are in the right order #homestuck #karkat vantas #rose lalonde #terezi pyrope #dirk strider #Dave strider #that was pretty much everyone I spent a lot of time talking about #beef writes #pre-retcon

[rp-meme-central]

Don’t Starve Together - WX-78 comments on other players - sentence starters

1. “Your meatbrain is obsolete, ______! Die!” 

2. “_____’s insane experiments have proven useful.” 

3. “Where is your science now? Ha. Ha.” 

4. “I cannot be burned.” 

5. “Haha, _____. You died.” 

6. “Your meat muscles didn’t save you? Shocking.” 

7. “_____ is causing needless destruction. Good.” 

8. “Supernatural aid is nothing in the face of killer robots!” 

9. “I won’t destroy you today.” 

10. “_____ is admirably evil.” 

11. “Greetings, _____. You look more intelligent than the others.” 

12. “My favorite setting. Fire setting.” 

13. “I’m getting a reading... it says ‘bad news’.” 

14. “What sort of human nonsense is this now?” 

15. “Your squishy fleshbody can burn, correct?” 

16. “You haven’t got the chops to fight me.” 

17. “Come to grovel for my help, ______?”

18. “You were giant, _____, how did you die?” 

19. “Excellent. I see your combat mode has improved.” 

20. “Your failure is disappointing.” 

21. “That form was even more useless than your usual one.” 

22. “Are we destroying all humans now?” 

23. “Your invisible matter shield cannot stop me.” 

24. “I don’t think _____ is supposed to look like that.” 

25. “This will be your last deceit. Die!” 

26. “You are an ideal servant.” 

27. “Your mistake was only covering your head in metal.” 

28. “_____ is laying waste to the world. Ha ha.” 

29. “My systems diagnostics have found a bug.” 

30. “_____ is far superior to other _____. But still inferior to robots.” 

31. “_____ has been burning things. Nice.” 

32. “No construction. Only destruction.” 

33. “_____ is truly soulless... Nice.” 

34. “Ha ha. ______ unleased a wave of destruction.” 

35. “_____ has a mean streak. He/she/they is growing on me.” 

36. “Did someone forget to water you?” 

37. “Low levels of violence detected. Nice.” 

38. “Sentimentality is the organic’s weakness.” 

39. “Sigh. Minions are so fragile.” 

40. “Ha ha. Yes, _____. Destroy.” 

41. “Don’t destroy too many of my minions.” 

42. “Sigh. Now I’ll have to find a new minion.” 

43. “Ha ha. _____’s awful. I approve.” 

44. “It seems _____ is capable of violence. Excellent.” 

45. “I will destroy you. And your little dog too.” 

46. “Well done. You will be a most useful minion.”

47. “Yes, my minion! Destroy! Destroy!” 

#rp memes #sentence starters #Don't Starve Together

[impaladolan]

Capture - Grayson Dolan [8/-]

summary: y/n is quick to plot revenge.. but does she get away with it..?

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, and smut :)

a/n: i seriously love you

Anonymous said:

Ooohoohohoh I’m excited for her to steal his Rolex haha omg maybe she wears it and doesn’t give him it back when he asks for it OMG u know what would be cute!! if one day she goes snooping in his bedroom and tries on his chain necklace n rings and he walks out the shower n he’s like ummmm ok ily

Anonymous said:

i want y/n to ride gray’s thigh in his office, like he’s just got in still fully in his suite w his gun on his belt and she just walks in and strips 👀👀

Anonymous said:

I have an idea hehe!! WhYi f y/n gets drunk like she f inds alcohol in graysons office or kitchen or something and shes being really bratty but it’s so cute and she’s giving him nose kissies and hugging up and telling him stuff and he’s just listening and loving her

Relaxation.

That's how you'd explain the certain state of euphoria I'm embezzled within. Young love is a treacherous trap that can either end in favor, or be torn to shreds in only mere moments. To feel so passionate and fervently invested in someone you've only ever known and loved is such a thrill, and you could never forget those memories embedded in your mind.

Like right now, laying in bed while the sun's first shine leaks through the window and gleams down upon the two of us, nuzzled under the covers. His leg was wrapped over mine and his arms hung loosely around my hips, sheltering me from ever possibly leaving his grasp. I was the first to wake, but I dared not to move an inch.

The world around me was motionless, so peaceful and calm. Nothing could bother or disrupt the atmosphere around me. Everything felt so perfect, embraced by the one I love and the man I admire. Nothing, and I mean nothing, could ever unsettle me in this moment.

At least, that's what I keep telling myself...

A darkness warped over my newly sunken eyes, shielding the world around me. I called out his name, but nothing came out. The warmth I once felt upon my body, vanished into the air and seemed like it'd never return. The world became cold and useless, all the positivity and tranquility that once surrounded me was blown away and now, I sit in darkness;

All by myself.

Him.

-

It seemed too early in the morning to be awake at such an hour, but you had crashed shortly after making it back to your room last night. You were so mortified and embarrassed, for all those men to see you so vulnerable and being punished. Though, the crazy inside you kind of liked it, but still, it pushed boundaries.

Initially, you had wanted to sleep in all day, and hopefully never leave your room ever again. Although, today's forecast decided otherwise. A ground shaking rumble of thunder made you awaken and the shoestring lighting bolts strung across the darkened sky had drawn you in. Since you essentially have no concept of time, whatsoever, you had to believe it was early in the morning, unless you really had slept in all day...

It's been presumably an hour or so since you first fluttered your eyes open. By now, you had plotted a sickening revenge to his outrageous acts he had committed only a day ago. Of course, you had created horribly ill plans that even you could never pull off. Such as vandalizing his expensive vehicles or even trashing the entire house. You had even gone as far as to planning an "accidental" fire in the kitchen.

But something inside you had put a halt to those thoughts.

Other than not wanting to be known as a malicious arsonist, you had some sort of pull towards him— but what that pull was, you couldn't figure out. The phrase; " Darling, I may be a stranger to you, but you're no stranger to me," has been left in your mind ever since the words first left his mouth. You couldn't possibly help but wonder what that even meant. You felt like you've known him from a past life somehow, and that could potentially explain the affection you have towards him. All of that aside, you have to remember that he isn't who your brain morphs him in to be. He's a felon who's abducted you and has pulled you away from society and everything you've ever been a part of.

For some reason, that's hard for you to mentally consider.

Aside from criminalizing yourself too by creating a fire or becoming a vandalizer, the best option is to state your assertiveness and trespass the "laws" that he has forbidden you ro break. Unlike yesterday's escapades of you ruining the dining room table, today you were up for higher anticipated endeavours. You had it all planned out and you knew what you'd do in order to complete your vengeances.

And he's not going to be very happy...

The atmosphere above and around you still rumbles with the loud, crackling thunder and the strikes of lightning flooding certain increments of light through the surrounding windows pave your path to the daunting door. You were still dressed in the white shirt that could barely pass as acceptable in the public eye, and your feet were frozen at the first touch of the wooden floor. You kept on like you have done in the previous times you have left your room for mischievous reasons. You silently open the door, leaving it wide open as you crept out of your assigned room and into the hallway. You knew that the very first place you would go would be the kitchen. No, you aren't creating a fire or any of the sort, but you were going to raid the fridge and have your fill with what it has to offer.

You walk straight past the opening and right into the glorious establishment of cookware, like it was your very own home and you were just up for a midnight snack. In all honesty, you could get used to living here.

If only it weren't forced onto you, that is.

Your fingertips soon collide with the long, frigid handle of the refrigerator door and pull it wide open, marveling at the large display of different beverages and foods strategically set up. Of course, it was mainly veggies and several healthy-looking meal options. Which didn't surprise you whatsoever.

He has a nice physique for a reason...

You couldn't find anything that made your stomach growl with hunger, until you opened up the freezer drawer and spotted a nice looking ice cream container. Still, it looked healthy and it'd make you all the more frozen, but it would manage to subside your aching sweet tooth for now. You pop open the lid and fish around the drawers for a utensil. With a content sigh, you plunge a huge spoonful of the solid liquid and empty it into your mouth, savoring every last flavor like it would be the last time you'd ever eat the sugary treat again. It was delicious, the absolute best ice cream you've ever devoured in the entirety of your life.

You almost ate half the jar until you decided you were parched and needed a nice drink to soothe your throat. Luckily this time you were familiar with where the glasses were kept and already had your hand wrapped around a large wine glass that was a little bit higher up than the rest of the glassware. You set it down quietly, trailing your eyes upon the clean and prim counter.

A tall, fancy upscale bottle of what looked to be whiskey was settled in the corner, nicely organized with the other alcoholic beverages that were of the same importance.

Now, you weren't exactly a "drink-whiskey-out-of-a-wine-glass" type of gal, but as they say; desperate times call for desperate measures— and you were on the search of something to loosen you up a bit, and that was that.

You brought the glass over to where you had stationed your cup, not even flinching when you uncork the liquor and pour its contents out. With improper proportioning of the said liquid, you put the whiskey back how it was.

"Fuck, here we go." You inaudibly groan to yourself, just knowing that you'll regret every decision you've made in the near future. Raising up the plum-full glass, you tip it back into your mouth and down a whole gulp.

Nasty.

It's definitely an acquired taste, but the barely detectable taste of vanilla made it hardly feasible. You dared to not put the glass down until you were finished with it and had that sour taste submitted through your fiery throat.

The least you could say was that it's pretty smooth, but not something you'd drink in your free time.

In your head, you knew you'd feel a bit wonky, considering your nearly empty stomach and your abstinence from alcohol for the last month or so. It'd be easy to feel the side effects and overall feel much better, like you were aiming for.

Once you drained the glass of every last drop, you held your breath and rushed to the sink. The overwhelming want to just regurgitate what you ingested had drawn upon you, but you refrained from doing so. Waiting out the sickly feeling, you run a bit of cold water over your hand and press it against your forehead for a moment. Everything became hot, even with the freezing temperatures, you felt like breaking a sweat.

All just the side effects of alcohol, I'm sure.

Within the passing minutes, the faintness flew away and the sounds of the thunderstorm filled your ears. A large banging of the clouds above frightened you and you knocked over the glass you had just rested your lips on.

You didn't even feel bad about all the shattered pieces on the floor, it actually brought a smile to your face and you were ready to begin the fully planned extravaganza.

First stop; his room.

You skipped back the hallway, still quiet but not as careful as before. You weren't afraid of any consequences and whatever he was going to do to you wouldn't be too harsh. It's not like he's embarrassed you enough already anyway.

You easily find his door, pushing the handle down as slow as possible, just in case he was asleep in his room. His door didn't creak as you opened it, and nor did his floorboards as you walked straight into his marvelous bedroom. It was extravagant, but yet it still felt homely. You check the bed, no sign of him or anyone for the matter. He probably at a meeting, or something.

Not that you care..

You continue your stroll, glancing around his room for anything that could spark your immediate attention, considerably his desk. It held a lot of his more—fashionably inclined belongings. Such as his masculine jewelry and expensive watches. There was even a small, purple ring that reminded you of something you had worn a long time ago. You brush that off, it brings up sore wounds from a time where you were a lot happier and everything was simpler.

I wish I could say that now..

You began to pick up the neatly placed objects, slipping a couple of heavy necklaces around your neck and the large rings upon your fingers. You laugh at the size difference of your hand and how they barely stay on your fingers.

The stationary mirror attached to the desk caught your eyes, and you begin to make funny faces at it. Which sends you into a hushed giggle fest that makes you double over in your seat. Still caught up in your laughter, you take off all of the rings, just leaving a couple on the desk and tossing a few over to his bed. You do the same with the necklaces, except for the two that you threw into one of the drawers.

That’s when your eyes caught the nice watches, stuffed in clear pouches with the brand labeled across them. Rolex is the first you saw, and the first one you picked up. You weren’t thinking clearly. Hence the reason you tore it out of it’s protective packaging and brought it up above your head, throwing it down to the ground and watching the tiny glass fragments splatter everywhere.

It’s not like he can’t buy a new one, right?

Feeling content and a little less frustrated, you left the messy scene and followed your footsteps back into the hallway. He didn't seem to hear you, so the determination to find out his name came across your mind and you became dead set on finding it, so you basically sprinted into his ominous office and delved into his comfy chair without care.

Your motor skills were altered and it seemed to take for ever to lift yourself out of the chair and tap on the computer keyboard for it to wake up. While it began its process of turning on, you led your hand down to the drawers and pulled at them. And that’s when you found the very first locked up thing in this house.

“Care to tell me what you’re doing in here darling?” His alluring voice blasted through your ears and made you leap upward. “It’s not been a day and you’re already back to being a brat?” You couldn’t see what he looked like, but his silhouette looked suited and enticing.

Very enticing, actually...

“M’trying to find out your name, Daddy.” You spoke before you could think, crossing your arms over your chest while your lips form a pout. His body leaves from the doorway, and you’re barely able to see him as he strides over towards you. Suddenly, a light flips on and you’re met with his beautiful frame, a smile daunting his face as he looks down at your innocence.

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” He moves closer, wrapping his hand under your chin while his other has his blazer hung on his finger and thrown towards his back. He looks cute in a smile, until it forms into a confused frown.

“Have you been drinking, Y/N?” Your eyes widen and you quickly nod. You knew you’d be in trouble with him anyway, so might as well be honest now. “I c-couldn’t sleep and I- I just wanted a sip of somethin’.” You shrug, looking downward as you give him an okayish explanation.

“You know what helps me sleep?” He lets your chin go, dropping his jacket and beginning to roll up his dress-shirt’s sleeves. You shake your head, chewing your bottom lip as you take in his appearance. “A nice cocksucking does.” Thunder crackles loudly outside as his husky voice deepens and makes a cool wind run down your spine.

“Then let me help you..” You wrap your arms around his neck, twisting him around and forcefully pushing him down in the chair you were once sitting in. You were about to fall to your knees to “help” him, but he pulls your hips towards him and sets you on his lap. You replace your hands around his neck, sinking your fingertips into his hair and massaging the silky softness of it. He sweetly sighs, readjusting the leg you were sat upon.

And that’s when you feel the sensation you’ve been craving for however long you’ve been here.. you think..

“M’hm, do that again..” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. He actually obliges, his brows furrowed as he watches your face contort. “Like riding my thigh, huh?” He asks as he placed his large hands around your waist. You nod, moving your hips in the same direction. You eyes shut, your head falling back a little as you smoothly move against his muscled thigh.

It felt so good, everything felt so good actually. He somehow looked so much more attractive, the beard dotting his face and his hair styled nicely. Even what he was wearing had you wanting more.

You open your eyes for a moment, watching his pleased expression as he watches you needingly thrust yourself upon his warm, clothed thigh. He even steadily lifted his knee in the correct places, aiding in the pleasure that him alone could bring you. Your eyesight seemed foggy but visible enough to see the gun at his waist side, and you almost froze when you saw it. Even in your intoxicated state of mind, you knew that just the weapon could possibly help you escape and make it back to your own home.

You didn't think it through thoroughly..

You lean in, your lips next to his ear as you practically collapse upon him, though your movements to further yourself towards releasing didn't halt. You slipped your left hand down to his waist band, sensually gliding it over his tented groin. He shutters under your touch, clearing his throat as his heads falls back slightly. As quick as your body would let you, you grab for the handle of the gun and raise it up towards his forehead, stopping all your movements and gaining his attention.

"Y/N—" He starts, gliding his hands up your bare thighs.

"Don't fucking move, or I'll— I'll shoot you." You sounded clear as day in your head, but your words became slurred as they left your mouth, and he smirked at your innocence. Just as quickly as you pulled the gun, he took it away.

He grabbed the barrel and snatched it from your grip, placing it back into its holster at his side. You yelp as he grabs your wrists, twisting them around your back and slamming you into the table with an evil chuckle. "Better keep those hands pretty little hands to yourself, princess. You're too innocent to commit murder anyway." He continues his hoarse chuckles, licking a stripe up his hand before striking your slick pussy. "D-Ahh!" You hiccup, pressing your legs as close together as you can.

“Better fuckin’ pray that you can walk tomorrow, darling...”

to be continued...

#dolan twins smut #dt #dolan twins #grayson #grayson dolan #grant #grayson dolan fanfic #ethan grant dolan #ethan dolan #ily #grayson dolan smut #capture #graysondolan!daddy #graysondolansmut #grayson dolan gifs #graysonbaileydolan #dick grayson #graysonbailey #smut #ethandolansmut #ethangrantdolan #grayson and ethan #grayson smut #grayson x reader #dtfan10m #grayson blurb

[shih-coulda-had-it]

37. NanaHiko, please

37. “Because I love you goddammit!”

Consider this my sourdough starter for a Nanahiko Die Hard AU. If it ever comes into a fully-realized oneshot spectacular, well. Maybe for Christmas. Anyways, this is, believe or not, a break-up scene.

//

Fighting with Sorahiko is never pretty.

To clarify, Nana doesn’t mean physical fighting. They’ve honed that particular aspect of their partnership to near-perfection (always room for improvement), and when Nana has extricated herself from a fight, sometimes she has enough time to watch Sorahiko work his brutally efficient magic on loose ends.

That kind of fighting is pretty from a professional point of view.

Anyway, what Nana means is—having an argument with Sorahiko. It’s not the first time they’ve engaged in a war of cold shoulders and barbed words, digging up old insults and humiliating stories, resolved to leave reconciliation to the other party.

Nana has always thought it boded well that it never took a mortal injury to get either her or Sorahiko to apologize. 

She is, however, very close to inflicting a mortal injury.

Sorahiko also looks close to committing partner-cide. They are spending a break from patrol by cooling their heels on a rooftop no employee bothers to spend a cigarette break at, and for the past ten minutes, have been politely exchanging words like, “Please do this,” and, “Fuck doing that.”

A full month has passed since Nana digested the whole conspiracy theory about a supervillain controlling Japan’s underground. En’s transferral of One for All had been traumatic for all parties involved, even if Sorahiko didn’t have to witness the horror that was the shoulder socket gushing blood and the half-buried body. Why? Because the first time Nana tested out her new Quirk, she had broken her notoriously hardy partner’s arm.

… It’s been a scary month all around.

“I’m not,” her partner grits out, “going to just quit being a pro-hero.”

“I didn’t say you should ditch the license,” Nana says reasonably.

“You might as well have!”

She rolls her eyes. “Splitting up for a solo career would probably mean better pay for you,” she reiterates. “Better pay, more taiyaki. You’d be a treat by yourself, Gran Torino. Any high-profile agency would want you on the payroll.”

“The salary isn’t the point,” Sorahiko snaps. 

“And you shouldn’t conflate your position as a pro-hero with your position at the Eyrie! Don’t let the agency limit your ambitions!”

“What ambitions?”

“You know,” says Nana, gesturing aimlessly. She’s trapped herself with that useless encouragement. Sorahiko is so thoroughly unambitious, he would let a pet rock win an election to Prime Minister. “Whatever made you get into heroics.”

He stares at her.

“Get out there,” she adds. “Chase your dreams.”

“You’re being stupid,” he says.

“Don’t start.”

Sorahiko starts. His mouth twists into a snarl, eyebrows drawing together under the mask, frustration creeping into his posture. He is madder than she’s ever seen him, and Nana once witnessed Sorahiko yell bloody murder at his landlord. The landlord had been reduced to tears, and furthermore, had reduced the rent for the entire complex.

Nana does not intend to yield.

“First you inherit a transferable strength Quirk that knocks you out of commission for a week,” he says, “then you get all weird about tanking hits you know I can take, and now you’re advising I leave the Eyrie by myself? For my own good?”

“Yes,” she says, already feeling miserable.

“Are you on some kind of power trip?”

“No!”

His gloved hands curl into fists, mirroring Nana’s, or maybe she is mirroring him. Another side-effect of being friends for so long; she can’t imagine what kind of pro-hero she is without Gran Torino next to her. 

A pro-hero that won’t drag their best friend into the worst conspiracy theory to come true. 

“I won’t quit until you do,” Sorahiko swears. “Are we partners or not?”

“Partnerships dissolve.”

He flinches back for once. “You don’t mean that.”

“People sometimes grow in different ways. It doesn’t mean they’re abandoning their partner, it’s just… You don’t have any obligation to hold my hand for my entire career. If there’s a roadblock ahead, and you see it, you should be able to jump out of the car, right?” 

“Shimura. Shut up.”

“I really mean it,” Nana continues doggedly. “One for All attracts way more attention than we agreed we should aim for, so if we split paths now, you don’t have to suffer all the cameras tracking and recording your moveset. Did I say cameras? I meant henchmen of some evil bastard. You didn’t sign up for this.”

“Don’t tell me what I did or didn’t sign up for,” he hisses.

“Well, I have to guess,” she says, “considering I never saw your origin story, haha!”

His face goes a blotchy pink, starting with his ears. Sorahiko’s jaw visibly clenches. Nana, however, is one-hundred percent serious. Despite being friends with Sorahiko from primary school up till now (excusing the few years of junior high), Nana still has no idea what drives Sorahiko to be Gran Torino.

Reuniting in Class 1-A of U.A. High had felt a bit like fate. 

“You have to guess?” he grits out, sounding slightly incredulous.

“You’re a very private person. Ah, don’t tell me I’ve somehow forgot it.” Nana puts her hands at her hips, trying to drag this fight back into friendly banter. “Not for the applause. Not for the legacy, assuming the Commission ever gets their memorial site set up. Are you sure it wasn’t for the money?”

“Shimura.”

“C’mon,” she says coaxingly. “What’s the dream-goal, Gran Torino? Why heroics?”

“Shimura.”

“Don’t worry about harming my feelings! Oh! It’s for your namesake, huh? Ah, Sorahiko, you really gotta let that one go, I don’t think you’d have any fun driving around these streets. You’ll just scare all the pedestrians into throwing tomatoes at your precious baby—”

“Because I love you goddammit!” Sorahiko shouts, barking it loud enough to frighten some voyeuristic pigeons. 

“What,” Nana says. She has to process his words even though they ring in her ears. His confession is a curse. Typical Sorahiko, Nana thinks hysterically, except this is not typical at all. Torino Sorahiko, admitting to love? 

Torino Sorahiko, not being done yet, rails on. “Because you’re my best friend, and I like myself when I’m with you, so stop trying to cut me out of your life! If you—if you hate me, then just say it! Say I’m annoying! Clingy! Useless! Don’t just tell me to step out the front door and leave you behind!”

Oh, he’s properly mad now.

Thing is, Nana’s mad too.

“Don’t you use that against me,” she says, fury seeping in, because how dare he? Like confessing to loving her settles this argument, some deus ex-machina device that will defuse Nana’s very sincere attempt to prevent Sorahiko from being murdered. She can’t believe the nerve of her partner, trying to manipulate the part of her that’s a hopeless romantic. “Don’t lie.”

“Lie?” Sorahiko echoes, enraged. “You think—?”

“I think you would do a lot of things to win a fight,” Nana seethes.

“You’re impossible.”

She wants to punch his stupid face so badly, but Sorahiko’s hands are already scrabbling at his domino mask, ripping it off. After blinking several times to reorient his senses, he refocuses his glare at her.

“What part of that confession sounded fake?” he demands, crumpling the black silk-composite in one fist.

“The timing. The whole concept. Everything!”

“You don’t think I’m capable of it?”

“I didn’t say that,” Nana objects, but her immediate gut reaction had been to say, I’m not worthy of it. She has a name for Gran Torino’s behavior now—his loyalty, devotion, affection—he tied himself to her so long ago, and Nana never even knew she was holding a leash. How unfair to him, how stupid and shortsighted of her.

Sorahiko takes a step into Nana’s personal bubble. He persists. “Say you hate me.”

She can see where Sorahiko wants to take this.

“Do you hate me, Shimura?”

Nana bites her tongue from its reflexive denial; when she tries to lie, it sticks in her throat.

“Do you really want me to go?” Sorahiko asks, and without his mask, he looks vulnerable. Pale brown eyes catching the sunset, gleaming gold. How much of Sorahiko’s life has been deferring his dreams to follow hers? What has he given up that Nana’s never asked about? Does he have any commitments outside of heroics? 

“I think,” Nana finally forces out, “we need some time apart.”

One beat of silence. Two.

“You’re not joking.”

“No.”

Sorahiko breathes, a steady and barely audible sound, and Nana finds herself mirroring it. She crosses her arms and looks to the horizon. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Sorahiko slowly uncrumpling his mask, smoothing out wrinkles with his forefinger and thumb. Methodical for a nervous tic.

“It’s not that you’ve done something wrong.”

“Spare me the bullshit,” he says. The bitter tone sends a chill through Nana’s heart, but she steels herself. “How long?”

“Long as we need,” she deflects.

“What’s the goal here?”

Nana glances at Gran Torino, notes the grim set of his expression, and restrains herself from poking at the down-turned twist to his frown. Instead, she says, “You said you like who you are when you’re with me. I don’t think you’ve ever really been without me, so… Figure yourself out, Gran Torino.”

“And Sky High?”

“We’ll shelve the idea for a later time,” says Nana weakly, as though running an agency together hasn’t been their—her?—dream since high school.

He grunts in acknowledgment.

Together, they survey the cityscape. They will finish the day’s patrol. Gran Torino will, for the first time, clock out early and storm home.

And Nana will quietly file her two-week notice.

There’s an international pro-hero exchange program being organized with the United States, and Nana intends to join. The probation period is a year; if Nana can make it through that, then she can apply to be a mentor to aspiring pro-heroes, all the while cultivating One for All on the side.

(She doesn’t mean to forget the confession. But then again, who knows if that’s really what Sorahiko felt for her?)

#bnha #nanahiko #shimura nana #torino sorahiko #gran torino #shih.txt #asks #anon #diehard!au #and YES sorahiko is cast as holly #and nana will show up in a few years #wearing a cool leather jacket #to the HPSC's Holiday Party #toshinori will also be present but he will unfortunately be made to stay in the car

[votederpycausemufins]

alright, i took a break of about 20 hours (less if you don’t count me sleeping) but hey, it was a break at least!

@petrichormeraki

The trip back to the portal left Mumbo shaken up. Dream didn’t follow them which seemed like the last thing he would do. Mumbo was somehow able to get parrot Grian to turn everyone back to normal which was fine. That was just his Watcher powers. Nothing to do with any Vault God powers he may or may not have. And he didn’t have any.

Eventually the portal was back up and running and Mumbo chose to believe that was just because Dream was lying, or again it was just Grian’s Watcher powers. Or maybe even that he was a hermit and the portal had hermit origins.

The smp members tried to question Mumbo, asking what they would do now. Dream was still on the loose and had more power than they realized. Not everyone was willing to go to Hermitcraft and leave everything behind. Right now, Mumbo was really the only person who might have answers, but he just felt bombarded by their words until he finally snapped.

“Look, I have no clue what to do. I didn’t even really want to be here in the first place. Right now Grian, the person I am closest to is stuck like this even though all of you are fine and I just want to help him before I deal with all of this!”

Mumbo winced when he saw the look on Tommy’s face. “So what, just going to abandon us all then? He’s my brother, bitch!”

“I know that and I am sick of having that thrown in my face! It was bad enough when we didn’t know the two of you were related. I wouldn’t have minded if you never showed up so we wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place!”

Tommy froze, only moving to take a step back in shock. Mumbo looked equally horrified at his own words, and not knowing what else to do, he ran through the portal and went back home.

Mumbo hoped that he could just get some peace by going home, but instead, moments after he returned his communicator started buzzing wildly with messages. With shaking hands he tried to turn it off, but instead managed to drop it and didn’t care enough to pick it back up. He grabbed the rockets from his inventory and equipped his elytra to fly back to his base. 

He just got into the sky when another hermit flew past him, likely to greet him. He tried not to curse as they changed their direction to fly after him, and even though he knew it would hardly do anything, Mumbo started spamming rocket after rocket to get away as fast as he could.

He collapsed onto his bed, finally letting go of Grian who started hopping around. He watched the parrot for a while before pressing the palms of his hands against his eyes in an attempt to keep from crying in frustration. Why did they even have a useless spoon of a hermit in this world?

Grian had completely lost track of how long he had been in this infinite white expanse, but other than the lack of everyone he knew and the occasional having to relive horrific nightmares of memories, it wasn’t all that bad. He had started feeling a little more tired, but he assumed that was more from boredom than anything serious. It was okay since one perk of this place was getting to rewatch the dreams he had just had. 

Not having anyone around was making him feel lonely, so Grian had started to watch the same memories over and over. He memorized his own lines so that way he could talk to his friends and they responded back.

“I still don’t understand why you put Mumbo faces everywhere.” Mumbo seemed to be holding in a laugh.

“It’s a house for you, I had to make it right! Mustaches everywhere!”

“Well I certainly noticed them. Now how about you open the door?” Mumbo gestured to a lever. Grian ignored the tingling feeling that came with intersecting his memory copy as he pulled the lever.

“Oh, well that’s pretty cool.” He echoed as he and his coppy watched the piston door open and he walked in. “But you’ve tainted it with redstone everywhere, look at this! You didn’t even bother covering it up!”

“Wasn’t sure how to go about it and make it look good. Besides, I’m a fan of exposed redstone.”

“Well, we can work on your building skills. What’s this over here?” Grian walked over to the closet and waited for his copy to open it. “AHH! Oh! Oooh. Hah… haha…”

Mumbo started laughing, nearly falling over as his legs became weak from laughing so hard. It no longer scared Grian after watching it so many times, so he just laughed along with Mumbo. “H-How about you go to the study n-next. I-It’s awesome!”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure it is.” Grian tried to stop laughing as he spoke. They reached a sign which he read aloud. “Super Hollywood film set. Oh you’ve redone the whole area, what is this?” Grian watched as he and Mumbo walked around the room. “Super editing suite, activate moving set part two. Part two?”

“There’s more than one, I just labeled them with numbers.”

Grian flicked the lever and watched as cobblestone in front of a bike started to move to imitate a moving foreground. “Oh that’s so cool. That’s so cool!” He flipped the lever for the background. “Oh! It’s for the motor bike!” The copy hopped on the bike and Grian himself found an empty area on the back of the bike to sit. He started making motor noises as the two of them rode the bike, Mumbo flipping another lever nearby. 

Lights came on and Mumbo moved the camera to point at him. “Oh, using your filming knowledge properly I see. Three point lighting system?”

Mumbo nodded, then turned everything off for them to continue. “Let’s continue shall we?”

“Oh, what’s all this?” Grian asked as they came to an area filled with dispensers.

“Well, if you’re going to be filming, you’ll need some costumes.” Mumbo helped Grian into one of the spots and suddenly the builder was covered in gold armor.

“Oh that’s nice. I like that.” As Mumbo tried to go on, Grian doubled back and hit all the buttons, putting all the armor in his inventory. “I’ll just keep that for later. What’s next?”

“Over here. Secret room under the stairs.” Mumbo pulled a lever. The stairs pulled down and Grian was briefly reminded of the shenanigans of the secret base bros. He let himself get distracted by thoughts about that, turning his attention away from the scene. He tried not to listen to his panicked shouts as Mumbo tricked him by closing the entrance behind him.

“Grian, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize that would scare you! Mumbo let the copy of Grian out and the real Grian could see how he almost moved for a comforting hug, something he never noticed when this had all first happened.

“I-it’s fine. Just bad memories. C-Can we continue with the house?”

Grian forced himself to stop thinking of the memory, making the white void return. Being with Mumbo that first time was a good memory. Sure there was that one bad part, but for Grian, that was good too. It showed how Mumbo cared for him all the way back then and how they’d learned more about each other over time.

After calming himself down, he started it up again.  “C-Can we continue with the house?”

“Right, let’s go in here next.”

“Wha- MY KITCHEN! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY KITCHEN?!” Mumbo started laughing again.

‘Anyone could do this. Anyone! Xisuma or Scar or Iskall or anyone else.’ Mumbo thought to himself as he was looking over Grian. ‘I’m just better at this because Grian and I are linked or whatever. That’s all. Nothing to do with this being done by a Vault God and me also being one. Because I’m not.’

Multiple hermits had tried to visit Mumbo, but he had shooed them all off. Stress was the one to stay longest, having arrived with the bots who were complaining about not seeing their dads for a while. Mumbo tried to ask them to leave a few times before he snapped at them. He tried to push the hurt expression that was on Jrumbot’s face out of his mind.

He just had a rough few days. He wasn’t sleeping much and was barely keeping himself from starving. But right now Grian was important. More important than him. He might have had this done sooner, but he was being extremely careful, used to dealing with non-organic things most of the time. 

He’s just wondering if he should look up puzzle boxes, wondering if those would be easy enough to rest his mind with, but also not get too off topic when he thinks he’s done it. “G… Grian?”

“Guh Grian?”

“Do you know who I am?”

“Do know who am. Know who I am.”

Mumbo started crying in joy. “Oh thank goodness! I was so scared you were stuck like this forever!”

“Tommy...” Grian mimicked his copy, though he was more happy while the copy was more stunned. “How do you know that?”

“What? Blood for the Blood God? My brother says it all the time.” Tommy thought he read Grian’s face well enough. “I’m sorry, I can stop saying it. I know my brother is a bit vio-”

“Techno or Wilbur?”

Tommy paused, he didn’t think he had told Grian their names. “Uh, Techno obviously. I would think if you knew their names you would know he said it. Um, something wrong Big G?”

Grian smiled, his copy continuing to cry. “Tommy… Tommy Tommy… th-they’re my brothers. Oh gods I’m the blood god… that’s what I always called myself. They hated it because I always started causing trouble.”

Tommy looked confused. “What are you talking about? I would think I’d know I had a brother named Grian.”

Grian started to open his mouth, ready to mimic his memory, telling Tommy a name he hadn’t used in ages. But instead he suddenly felt like he was falling. Grian let out a yelp in surprise. When he landed the white expanse was gone, but he realized that was from his eyes being closed. Nervously, Grian opened them and saw Mumbo staring at him, seeming quite large.

“G…” He seemed stunned. “Grian?”

Grian let out a little chirp, realizing that apparently his parrot voice box was the one working right now. “Guh Grian?”

“Do you know who I am?” Of course Grian knew Mumbo. Had he not before? Was that why Mumbo looked so worried.

“Do know who am. Know who I am.” Grian used Mumbo’s words to let the redstoner know that he could remember. He then had to hop back as Mumbo started to cry.

“Oh thank goodness! I was so scared you were stuck like this forever!” Stuck like wha- Grian started to wonder before it hit him. Oh, he couldn’t talk right and Mumbo looked so large because he was currently a parrot. Had something gone wrong when Philza was trying to teach him? Honestly, Grian couldn’t remember what the last thing to happen to him was before he ended up in the white infinity room. He had been in there so long and re-experiencing other memories that the one for when this started was sort of… gone.

Mumbo had apparently spoken a little with Philza because he was able to help Grian back to his humanoid self. The builder held Mumbo’s hands to steady himself as though he didn’t remember it, his muscle memory seemed to have gotten used to being a parrot.

“Well, while I’m sure being a bird has wonderful perks.” Grian paused, giving a yawn, still feeling tired. “I don’t think I really want to do that again for an extremely long time if I can get stuck like that.”

“Grian, how much do you remember?” Mumbo asked and Grian shrugged.

“Only thing I’m sure of is that I recently went to see the other Watchers. Something was going on, but that was a while ago and since then I’ve been stuck in an infinity room.” He looked at the worried expression on Mumbo’s face. “Mumbo, what happened?”

“So, the admin from Tommy’s world was a Vault God.” Grian’s wings puffed up at Mumbo’s words. “He ended up messing with your Watcher powers and got everyone back to their world and sort of wiped everyone’s memories. I’ve been here trying to fix whatever he did to you so I haven’t really been paying attention to everything that’s been going on since I got us back. Last I checked they all had their memories back… but Dream might have done something more.”

Grian jumped up. “I have to tell the other Watchers about this. A bad admin is one thing, but a Vault God admin that messes with Watchers is worse!”

“He may also be a sort of exiled Vault God based on what he said.” Mumbo added on and Grian seemed to get even angrier.

“Yep, definitely talking to the other Watchers now. I can’t believe he was right under Gxrgeous’ nose!” A portal opened up behind Grian and Mumbo tried not to look at Grian’s multiple purple eyes. “I’ll be right back. And Mumbo?” Mumbo looked up. “Take a shower. While I like that you spent all your time looking for me, I don’t think I even need enhanced senses to tell you need a shower.

Mumbo laughed sheepishly and then got up to do that. Grian chuckled in return then walked through. “Hellooo? Pixlriffs? Zloy? Gxrgeous? Any of you around?”

“Oh my god, Grian you’re alive!” Grian was suddenly tackled from behind.

“Noah! Ugh, get off my literal back!” Grian flapped his wings pushing the Evo Watcher off. “I’m looking for the hermit Watchers and Gxrgeous. You seen them?”

“Yeah, they’re busy freaking out about Gxrgeous’ world. You and Mumbo went through and then they lost connection to it completely. What happened?”

Grian shrugged. “I thought they would know better than me.” He lightly knocked the side of his head. “No memory of what was going on. Mumbo says the admin from there was a Vault God the whole time. I can’t believe I didn’t see it from the start.”

“You mean Dream? He’s a Vault Go- ohhhhhh. Dream… Dreamon. Why didn’t we realize that at the start?”

“Yeah well, something that should really be talked about with Watchers other than you since at this point I really want to connect the worlds so he can’t do anything more to my family.”

“Right, Pretty sure they’re this way.”

The talk had gone well and Grian was surprised to see the Vault Gods so willing to work with them on this. Grian supposed it was because of Dream’s status, but it was still odd to experience.

Zloy had given him a new communicator because his old one had ended up broken somewhere in the mix of things. The moment he was back out of the portal, he started to send a message.

<Grian> Based on what Mumbo said, they’re not here sooooo <Grian> Where are my children! <GoodtimewithScar> GRIAN!!! <Stressmonster> They’re with me. Are you doing okay? <Zedaph> Since he’s not here, I’ll do it for him <Zedaph> *fortnight dances* <ZombieCleo> He would NOT! <Grian> Speaking of, where is Tommy? <TangoTek> No clue, he didn’t come back with you and Mumbo. <Impulse> Don’t text and fly Tango <TangoTek> He knows what he did <Zedaph> welp, bye! *default dances away* <TangoTek> ZED!

Grian chuckled at the messages before sighing and flying to where the infinity portal was. He was glad to see it still sitting there and what looked like someone’s pet cat nearby. The avian was surprised when he landed and heard said cat speak.

“Hey! Can you get my friends? Dey went in there and haven’t come back and Sprinklez said I can’t go through.”

“Sure, I’m going in to get some people myself. Who are you after?”

“Tommy and Tubbox. Dey wanted ta be my friends and we had fun until a big bird thing attacked us!”

Grian winced, realizing that most likely was him. “Yeah, sure I was after Tommy anyway.”

Crumb nodded, but then thought of something. “Wait, Sprinklez said I couldn’t go alone, but but but, he didn’t say I couldn’t go with someone else!”

Grian smiled a mischievous smile and then pulled out his communicator. He asked Crumb’s name and then sent a message.

<Grian> Hey, I’m going with Crumb to pick up some people. Be back soon! <CaptainSparklez> What? Where? <Crumbl> Tommmu ans Tubboc

Before Grian could look at whatever was sent back, he gave out a mischievous cackle and picked up Crumb, taking them through the portal.

#hermit!tommy #hermit!tommy au #tommyinnit #mumbo jumbo #vault god!mumbo #grian #avian!grian #grian xelqua #watcher!grian #crumbl #cuptoast #captain sparklez #stressmonster101 #team zit

[transformers-extrication]

Ah yes, time for the tragic boy, one whom you’ll all already have an inkling about if you paid attention to the text here rather than all the subsequent “oh sparklings more sparklings!” haha, but regardless, click below to read this horror show of a tale.

Rampage is a terrible tale of caution and grief.

Megatron forbade emotional, specifically romantic, bonds amongst his troops, decreeing them as a ‘weakness’. Naturally emotions aren’t exactly the easiest to control.

Rampage was the product of such a thing, an accidental spark forged in error, a, then nameless, sparkling brought to Megatron to have their fate decided.

Soundwave wanted to take the Sparkling and raise it among the gaggle of minions he already had. He’d make them an amazing soldier.

Megatron was outraged, look at this, this… this… WASTE of resources! This USELESS liability! So what if it could be raised into an amazing soldier that’d take FAR too long!

Unless…

So began Rampage’s horrid fate. He was thrown to Shockwave as an experiment. At least he could be of SOME use then.

Shockwave had some minor objections to the surgeries but Megatron pushed him otherwise and sometimes performed the experiments himself. Mostly wanting to ensure it was being done right, and to make a point. Who knows who the point was being made to? Shockwave? Other ‘cons?

Rampage’s soft malleable body quickly began showing lumps and bumps as a shocking variety of code was forced through his system, hastily pushed software was forcefully installed, his natural data flows cut and mixed.

Most of the time Rampage was a shivering, weeping mess of a… thing.

Megatron had enough of using them as a guinea pig and ordered them be mobilised in battle.

Rampage’s messed up form was put straight into an adult-frame, one specially built to be excellent in battle.

Alas, the torment of being locked away in the dark, experimented on endlessly only to be bolstered by the advanced sensor array of the custom adult battle frame feeding an incredible influx of data to his waning processor caused him to break.

Rampage broke free of his restraints, the rampant wild code from numerous experiments clashed and his shattered mind surged energy through his body way too rapidly for it to cope.

His body couldn’t handle it, his systems began overheating and melting, the advanced ‘self-repair code’ mutation he was granted to aid him as a soldier regenerated as fast as it melted, broken structures stretched and peeled open as terrified scientists fled.

It did them no good as the raging beast could no longer think beyond its own pain and rage and chased them down, painting the walls with frenzied streaks of blood and cyber-organs.

Wild and deranged the newly dubbed Rampage smashed his head against the walls eventually breaking through, the outside world was huge, bigger than anything the remains of his infant mind had seen before and the cold air clashed furiously with his overabundance of heat.

Rampage let out a blood-curdling howl as he surged forwards like a one-mech natural disaster, and for all intensive purposes he was.

Buildings, landscapes, soldiers, they all fell, didn’t matter which side they marched for, they were mowed down.

Energy billowed and crackled from him like an untamed volcano, whether his head split apart and blasted foes or his claws shredded the densest of metals nothing seemed to phase this beast.

He even stood still, barely noticing the shots fired at him as he ripped apart his latest victims, all faceless lumps to him, and consumed them, his burning systems blazing through his energy reserves so fast he ate anything with a jolt of power to keep his collapsing systems going.

The Decepticons refused to claim responsibility for Rampage and the Autobots struggled under the dual assault of the Decepticons and Rampage, with a little bit of manipulation to angle his relentless assault more towards Autobot territories than Decepticons.

Scientists and strategists teamed up to try and figure out how to put an end to this monstrosity. Just looking at him, surely this creature will die on it’s own accord soon, it was melting itself from the inside out! It’ll die!

Evidently it was not enough as Rampage made his way through a destroyed camp ignoring the sole survivor nearly crushed by burning rubble.

Having witnessed everyone under his protection slaughtered and friends eaten by Rampage, an Autobot named Depth Charge went on his own warpath.

Depth Charge was the only known mech to survive a close encounter with Rampage more than once as his mission of vengeance consumed his world.

As Rampage’s ceaseless advance continued, Depth Charge found a harrowed and distraught scientist named Rhinox. A mech who had hidden himself away from the world out of fear of his own creation, a terrifying weapon! The Energon Destroyer! Capable of destroying the bonds between the cells of almost anything containing Energon is was lethal to all life on Cybertron. It took much begging and loud arguments before Rhinox finally allowed some of his creation to pass to Depth Charge’s possession.

Shortly after Rhinox, for fear of his discovery being used again by anyone, destroyed himself and his research with the remaining Energon Destroyer.

As dawn broke on a desolate field of destruction following in the wake of the burning, smoking heap of fury that is Rampage, the assault began, Depth Charge and a small group of wary Autobots charged the enemy firing at him and hurling bombs distracting him this way and that while Depth Charge crept closer.

His plan halted briefly by Seaspray, who begged Depth Charge to not go ahead with whatever he was planning, desperately pleading for his friend back, for the last member of his trine to remain with him, to please… don’t go.

Depth Charge seemingly agreed, and turned to go with Seaspray. Until he was sure the slower mech had got a safe distance away and Depth Charge changed direction and charged head-on at Rampage, a furious broiling burst of rage emanating from his vocal unit, getting Rampage’s attention as the two clashed in a blinding burst as the weapon in Depth Charge’s possession went off.

And now, after the tragedy of the thousands upon thousands of lives lost to Rampage the only thing left to tell the tale of agony was a crater of scoured ground unable to host life anymore.

The horrific wounds of that day still run deep in many mechs today.

Especially the two that remained after the blast that finally destroyed the beast Rampage. Seaspray stayed, staring at the smouldering crater where his last closest friend once was.

The other, stood waiting with flames licking at his back until the scanner readings determined that it was safe to head into the crater. Reaching down they found the only remaining chunk of metal in the craters depth. A broken horntip, a droplet of optical lubricant fell onto the horntip “I’m sorry Rampage, you didn’t deserve this” a wavering voice uttered, before placing the tip into their storage, vowing that rather than a monster they shall look at this chunk of metal and remember a small innocent sparkling. And with that, Soundwave silently returned to the Decepticon base and stood silently as Megatron poured out Energon rations announcing a toast to the destruction of that “miserable abomination against nature” as if it wasn’t born from his command.

#Rampage #transformers #maccadam #transformers au #fan design #character ref

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #361

“the world is a vampire, sent to drain”

Have you ever been through a phase of thinking emo guys were hot? A phase? Hunny, they're still hot lmao. Have you ever dated someone that could play an instrument? Yeah. Juan could play guitar, and Girt played I think the tuba in band. What’s so horrible about wearing leggings like pants? I've actually never understood why people freak about this. Like so long as they're not sheer and fit you fine, why exactly is this a problem...? Weirdest picture you’ve ever taken of yourself? Oh dear. When someone claims to be suicidal, do you take them seriously? FUCK you if you don't. Honest to god, fuck you. This is NOT something you just don't even blink at. Even if it's surprising to hear from that person, you take that shit seriously and try to talk to them about it. Ever been kicked out of anywhere? Colleen's house. Ever had Skittles vodka? No, but that shit sounds good. Ever punched someone in the face? No. If you haven’t, do you want to now? Uh, I'll pass. Do you truly HATE anyone? No one I know personally, but people like rapists, pedophiles, etc., I sure as hell do hate them. Most historical/famous landmark/building you’ve been to in your country? No clue. Favorite flavor for most things? Strawberry, watermelon, or blue raspberry, depending on what the thing is. Ever taken pictures in a photobooth? Who with? Yeah: Summer, Jason, and I'm pretty sure Sara and I did? What is the closest book to you? It's a full collection of Poe's poetry that Mom got me. Are you reading it or someone else? I'm not right now. I may eventually. Milkshakes or Sundaes? Hm, I gotta go with milkshakes. Do you like watermelons more or cherries? I'm not a fan of either, but I'd definitely pick watermelons over cherries. Who was the last person you ate with? My family and I went to Ichiban (a Japanese steakhouse that we have here where they cook directly in front of you) yesterday to celebrate Nicole's graduation. Do you prefer broccoli or asparagus? Broccoli. I hate asparagus. Do you have any bug bites? No. Do you have any flowers in your room? No. Do you know anyone that owns horses? Loosely, anyway. It's a family I took pictures for, and I still have the mother on Facebook. When you were little, did you ever go to feed the ducks? Yes, I LOVED doing that. Don't feed ducks bread, by the way. Have you seen any of the seven wonders of the world in person? No. Have you ever won anything out of one of those crane machines? Yeah. Can you remember being taught how to ride a bike? Was it hard for you? Yeah. I don't THINK it was too hard. Did you get carded the last time you ordered an alcoholic drink? No. Do you know anyone who uses medical marijuana? No, it's not legal here. Do you know anyone who’s died in childbirth? No. Which was the worst phase in your life? 2016 was. Towards the end of '15 was the breakup, and through aaaaaaall of 2016, I was just dead inside and totally useless. Every day I wanted to be dead. Can you remember your last dream? I had a nightmare some stupid kids were fucking with my snake Venus, so I was trying to protect her. Do you ever use Snapchat? No, I don't have one. What’s your favorite musical? I don't like musicals. What happened at the last party you went to? Summer prepared some little Halloween treat bags for us guests, we watched a horror movie, and everyone but me smoked some weed. Are you more comfortable sitting or lying down? I would assume everyone is more comfortable lying down... Have you ever been a fan of N*Sync? Yeah, as a kiddo. Favorite kind of cake: Red velvet, yum yum. What is your middle name? Marie. TV shows and anime you watch regularly: None. Do you want to have a big family in the future? Just a big family of pets with a spouse. What was the last thing you did that gave you a rush? Oh boy, I couldn't tell ya. Is Vegas one of your must-see places? No. Pet rat: yay or nay? YAY!! I've had many, but I don't think I'll get any more. I've just had bad luck with them, save for one that died of cancer at an old age. Would you call yourself a writer? Written any stories lately? Yeah. I haven't really written any big RP posts of the late, but I did recently write a poem. Are needles something that you’re afraid of? Okay, so this is super weird. Tattoos and piercings? No problem. Little prick, getting blood drawn, that sorta little stuff, no problem. I am, however, NOT a fan of big needles, which used to not be an issue. It's actually kinda recent, and it's why I'm nervous about my second Covid shot coming up, aha... What was the last unexpected hug you gave/received? I really haven't had an unexpected hug since Jason asked for one before he left my house after our final talk. Who was the last person you held hands with? Either my niece or nephew. Have you ever been in a parade before? If so, was it on TV? No. Do you have a fear of rollercoasters? If so, were you ever forced to go on one? If you don’t, what is your favorite rollercoaster? I have a big fear of them, yeah. Post a picture of you from a recent time. Don't feel like it. Who was the last person to give you some of their food? Miss Tobey let me try one of her dumplings yesterday when we were at Ichiban for dinner. The last person you met, what was your first impression of them? I actually didn't quite like her. Have you ever been to a football game? Yeah, because my sister was a cheerleader. Do you like the snow or rain better? Snowwww. Have you ever faked sick? Yeah. What is your blood-type? A-. Have you ever eaten a bug? Not knowingly. The last time you were in the fridge, what were you looking for? Salsa. Mom got these veggie chips at the store and they apparently taste better with salsa, which it did. They weren't great, though. Are you listening to anything at the moment? It's Gab Smolders' turn for me to watch her Resident Evil 8 upload, haha. I'm literally watching three different people (Mark, John Wolfe, and her) play it. Can you take a bra off with one hand? I haven't tried, I think? I doubt I could, given that I'm not exactly small. Do you have an innie or an outie bellybutton? Innie. Can you crack your neck? NOOOOO AND DO NOT DO IT AROUND ME YOURSELF. Are you donating your organs? Yeah; what am I gonna use 'em for? It just seems like a waste otherwise. They're just gonna decay. When was the last time you talked to you mom? Before she left with Tobey to go to the store. Do you like pumpkin pie? NO. I don't like pie, and I hate pumpkin. Do you own your own computer? Yeah. Did you ever have to share a room with one of your siblings? Yeah; growing up, my little sister and I did. Is there any piece of technology you want to buy? I REALLY want a PS4. Did you ever have a night light when you were a kid? Yeah. What TV show had you hooked from the very first episode? Meerkat Manor, 100%. I had to know that Shakespeare was okay. What is your least favorite Sour Patch Kids color? Orange or red, can't pick. Have you ever seen the movie Matilda? YES! I love that movie. What is the weirdest chant you have ever heard? Uh, idk. How are you feeling? Annoyed and hurt as fuck because shit Miss Tobey says without thinking for a single goddamn second. I'm honestly beyond sick of this woman. Do you know anyone with a unibrow? I don't think so. Doughy or saucy pizza? Doughy. Do you have anything that’s limited edition? Yeah. Do you have an air freshener in your bathroom? If so, what scent? I... think we do? If so though, I just don't notice it. The bathroom doesn't smell like anything in particular. Do you like Jalapeno Cheetos? Oh man, I forgot about those! Love 'em. Are you a fan of salads? Yeah, they're fine. I have to be in the mood for one, though. What’s one random thing that you don’t like? Uhhh carrots. What’s one random thing that you like? Shrimp. Do you like chicken noodle soup? I don't. Is it easy for you to accept loss? NOPE. I'm the absolute worst with it. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? I really wanna see Sara, so take me to Illinois. Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you? No, but a former best friend had her birthday the day before mine. Is there someone you just can’t imagine your life without? Not anymore, honestly. After Jason, I stopped that "I can't live without you" mindset. Truth is I'm going to lose people through life, and I'm not attaching my ability to happily exist to anyone. Are you wearing a ring? Two. Have your friends ever stopped by your house just to say hi? In the past, yeah. Do you like Chinese food? Not really. I only ever get pork fried rice and eggrolls from Chinese restaurants. Have you done any shopping for something in specific recently? No. Do you still live in your hometown? No. What was the reason behind the last time you stayed up all night? I don't recall, honestly. I haven't done that in a very long time. Have you ever had a UFO sighting or a sighting of strange lights in the sky? A very strange light, yes. Have you ever seen your mom or dad drunk? Yes to both. Seeing Mom drunk is very, very rare though. My dad was an alcoholic when I was growing up, so I saw him drunk plenty. Do your parents vote? Mom does, idk about Dad. Who’s the most romantic person you ever went out with? Jason. What restaurant has the best fries? Nowhere has anything on Bojangle's, y'all. Have you ever had a surprise party thrown for you? No.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''bullet with butterfly wings'' by the smashing pumpkins

[haloud]

tagged by @demelza​ for self love time! Tell me which one of YOUR creations you like the most. <3 <3

so as /lies down, tries not to cry, cries a lot/ as i can be about my writing and how samey i feel like it is sometimes, this is honestly really hard, haha. i like a lot of things i’ve done for this fandom, and this fandom has, clearly, been good for me--i feel like i’ve grown so much creatively in the past year and some change

i think, if i had to pick one, it would have to be we were hand to glove to cuff, a story that i feel like i really wanted to tell and one that i feel like i did justice, a story of what alex’s rampage of revenge might look like were something to happen to michael. some elements of his characterization and flint’s don’t line up entirely with what we saw in season 2, and that’s okay. the alex i wrote over the hiatus was a bit of a harder man than season 2′s alex, but that’s the nature of writing for an open canon. and i still think this fic has a lot of merit, it being what it is, as a look into alex’s head, his motivations, what drives his anger, and what letting go of that anger might look like. this was also a story that grew organically in a way that i rarely experience, from entire scenes to little details like what i chose to do with the pods. so yeah, even though there are other works ive created or co-created that i am also quite fond of, this would have to be my pick.

Excerpt:

Did Dad or Flint or whoever laugh when Alex wasn’t there in twenty-four hours, when Alex (stupid, careless, naïve), wasn’t there to rip his fucking spine out through his mouth for whatever he did to make Michael make that call?

It’s useless to wonder now, of course, it only serves to torture himself, wondering which of the marks on Michael’s still, cold body it was that convinced him, or if it was something else. But the uselessness of it all doesn’t stop Alex from fitting the pad of his thumb against the puncture mark over Michael’s carotid.

What do you do when paranoia isn’t enough? When you live a lifetime of growing horns and growing them sharp and still end up back at square one, trembling in the headlights?

“How am I supposed to be anything but angry? At my father, at my brothers, at myself, this whole shitty planet, and” Alex asks, voice like sand, rough and shifting in tone on every word, “I’m so angry at you, Guerin.”

There should be some sort of feedback, something to hear but the dying resonance of his own words, but there’s nothing. No beeping or clicking of machinery like you might find in a normal hospital room. Not even the sound of Michael’s breathing.

“And you can’t even hear me, so I’m not especially inclined to even try at being fair. How the fuck could you do this to me, Michael? After all the time you spent studying everything you could about your kind, how did you overlook this? Your fucking off switch? And my father—after all the torture and experiments, how did he not know this was a possibility?”

Alex chokes on his next words, half sob, half gagging nausea, until he can breathe it down, like he learned to do so long ago.

“Just once, could you not be one of a kind? I can’t believe you fucking stubborned your way into a coma, that’s fucking incredible, you—” An ugly laugh bubbles up through his nose. “—you fucking asshole. If you ever wake up I’m going to kick your ass.”

Alex’s answer comes in the faint rise and fall of Michael’s chest. After all the nights he spent by Michael’s side, all the time when they had nothing but nights, and Alex had nothing but forcing himself to stay awake so tomorrow never became real, Michael has never slept so even or so still. He’s always been as difficult at night as he is during the day. He twists and turns in the sheets seeking any source of heat; he hogs the blankets, he makes sweet, sleepy little noises with his mouth mashed against Alex’s shoulder.

More than anything else, the cold and the stillness are the evidence that Michael didn’t choose this, that it was either an accident or it was forced on him. Michael might sacrifice himself, might break his own bones and tear his own skin trying to escape a trap, but he would never choose this, this waxlike sleep.

Alex picks up his hand, traces the familiar callouses, the smooth scar on his right thumb from a hot engine block, the notch in the webbing between his third and fourth fingers where he caught it on a shard of broken glass one drunken night. Alex teased these stories out of him bit by agonizing bit, re-lancing his own stubborn old wounds in turn, from the circumstantial to the catastrophic and everywhere in between.

“You’re going to wake up, Guerin.”

He has to. Alex can accept no other options.

#my fic #nattering #thanks for the ask bb <3

[bffsoobin]

extra long tag game (a guide to all unnecessary knowledge of me)

tagged by: @txtdiaries (ily lana)

tagging: @pxppinstars @txtdream @lavenderlattaes @soobindipity (feel free to ignore if you’ve already done this or just can’t be bothered)

ONE

tell me the first song that made you stan your current fave group and why did your faves attract you so much?

Um okay so I’ll go with explaining BTS and TXT I guess, haha. For BTS it was DNA! That was the first mv I ever saw by them and I was instantly obsessed with everything about it. For TXT, it was obviously Crown since I was keeping an eye on them as soon as BH announced a new group haha. But I initially loved the super bright and happy concept from Crown and they totally got me hooked by their personalities and other music!!

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TWO

rule: answer the ten questions and write your own!

what’s your unrealistic goal for life?

married by 23, kids by 25...I’m 19 and I’ve never even had a boyfriend so I would be shocked if I actually got this lmao

if you had known that we would be in a global pandemic, what’s one thing that you would’ve done before things shut down (if they have for you)?

Honestly, I can’t think of anything other than spending more time with my roommate who I miss so so much. 

what’s an unconventional thing that you carry around with you when you go out?

I wouldn’t usually call this unconventional but right now I’d say my student ID since it’s useless as I’m not going back to campus

favourite type of plushies and why?

I love teddy bears. I have two that I sleep with every night! One is a gift I got for preschool graduation (eloquently named Teddy) and the other is my iron man build a bear that my uncle bought me to cope with Endgame. 

favourite song right now?

I am notoriously bad at answering this question so I’ll just say that at the moment I’ve been listening to Red Desert by 5sos a lot.

something that you’ve always wanted to learn?

I’ve always wanted to learn how to play drums and any language other than English haha

tell a funny story about yourself (or just something that you’ve witnessed)

This took way more digging in my mind than I would like to admit but when I saw 5sos live in 2016 my best friend and I had soundcheck, so we got to sit in the venue early and ask them questions and hear a few extra songs. At the time I had beef with Luke Hemmings (because the girl he was dating at the time was one of the most toxic people on earth) and he wouldn’t break up with her. So the girl sitting next to me at soundcheck raised her hand to ask Luke a question so of course he was looking basically right at me. We were like maybe 8 rows back from the stage and at this point in my life I had bright pink hair, so there was no missing me. So this girl is asking her innocent question, and naturally Luke looks around a bit and we make eye contact and instead of fangirling like a normal person, my anger at him boiled over and I ended up flipping him off. The whole band noticed and had to pretend they weren’t laughing at the oddly aggressive 9th grader who flipped off their lead singer. I still feel bad about it to this day lmao but all my friends think it’s hilarious and it’s definitely my go to party story.

headphones or speakers? why?

headphones all the way. Speakers only if I’m showering.

craving any food right now? what are you craving?

Surprisingly I’m not craving anything but that’s because I just ate dinner 10 minutes ago

which music streaming platform do you prefer? why?

Spotify all the way

ten questions (by lana, answered)

1. what is your favorite movie of all time?

This is such a hard question for me. I’m so bad at picking favorites. But I’d have to say it’s sort of a tie between Heathers, Brave and Iron Man 2

2. describe your childhood in three words

Disney, animals, comforting

3. Favorite holiday?

Halloween forever and always

4. Favorite vacation spot?

Disney World! 5.What do you think of the education system? Are you a fellow slave to the GPA?

The US education system has massive holes. I was lucky enough to attend a pretty good highschool and take good classes so I don’t feel like I was as robbed as other people, but there are curriculum gaps and misinformation everywhere you go. As far as college goes, I think it is wayyyy too expensive. Despite that, I still signed myself up for 8 years of debt so yes, I am a slave to the GPA. Gotta go hard for the dream job. 

6. What is your hair color? Very light blonde now, normally dirty blonde

7. What talent do you wish you had?

I wish I could draw or paint well so bad. I am so envious of artists.

8. What is your major and why? (If you’re in highschool, what do you plan on majoring in?)

I’m a biology major because I want to become a veterinarian! 

9.Do you like kids or do you merely tolerate them? I love most kids. There will always be some awful ones but as a general rule I love being around kids and I definitely want some of my own!

10. Any pets?

Yep, I have five cats!

ten questions from me to you:

who is your favorite non kpop artist?

do you prefer to be warm or cool?

dream job, if you have one?

favorite TV show?

top three celebrities you would sell your soul to meet?

do you believe in ghosts?

cookies or brownies?

do you like where you live?

do you know your personality type? If so, what is it?

do you prefer floral scents or neutral scents?

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THREE

rule: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.

AIR ༉⋆͙̈

i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see the dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE ༉⋆͙̈

i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

WATER ༉⋆͙̈

i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love simply lit dinners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

EARTH ༉⋆͙̈

i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love this chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER ༉⋆͙̈

i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

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FOUR

PERSONAL

name: sara

nickname: sadams

birthday: April 16th, 2001

zodiac: Aries hehe

nationality: sadly, american

languages: only english 

gender: female

sexuality: straight

height: 5'2 or 3 I don’t know for sure

BLOG STUFF

inspiration for muse: obviously txt but I pull inspiration from my life, music, TV/movies and other stories!

meaning behind my url: I heavily believe in the idea of alternate universes and I think there’s one where Soobin and I are best friends so that’s what I made my url!

blog established: May of 2020

followers: 568 (how??)

FAVORITES

favourite animals: cats, snakes, raccoons

favourite books: Looking For Alaska by John Green

favourite colour: black, light purple, forest green, deep blue

favourite fictional characters: Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds), Andy Dwyer (Parks and Rec), Leslie Knope (Parks and Rec), Klaus and Ben (Umbrella Academy), Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes. For some reason I’m blanking on book characters so here are all of my movie/tv faves

favourite flower: Forget me nots

favourite scent: fresh laundry, anything tropical or ocean smelling, basil

favourite season: fall!

RANDOM

average hours of sleep: 7 or 8 usually 

cats or dogs: cats

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: hot chocolate 

current time: 6:41 pm

dream trip: Australia or SK

dream job: Veterinarian 

hobbies: writing, watching tv/movies, shopping, going for walks

hogwarts house: slytherin

last movie watched: 68 Kill (do not watch if you’re under 18 or sensitive, lmao)

last song listened to: Sarah Smiles by Panic! at the Disco

no. of blankets you sleep with: right now two

random fact(s): I love dinosaurs, I have low iron, I’m allergic to dogs even though I work at a doggy daycare

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FIVE

10 things I can’t stop listening to 

stay gold- bts

20 cm- txt

catch fire- 5sos

self- khalid

f2020- avenue beat

nyla- blackbear

everywhere- niall horan

heather- conan gray 

red desert- 5sos

eight- iu, suga

#about me #tagged

[hallmark-movie-fanatics]

He Gets the Girl! Marcus Rosner Talks Love on Harbor Island, Taking Flying Lessons, Quarantine Rituals and More

BY K.L. CONNIE 

For years it’s become a running joke among Hallmark movie fans that Marcus Rosner’s character never gets the girl. He’s often cast as the other guy or the jilted boyfriend fiancé.

Take for instance his role as Charles Kensington, the family friend and would-be suitor to teacher Elizabeth Thatcher on When Calls the Heart. Hearties were rooting for Elizabeth and Mountie Jack, so Charles’ appearance in Hope Valley was not a welcome one.

Things change in his latest movie, Love on Harbor Island, when *spoiler alert* Rosner gets the girl! He plays an aptly named seaplane pilot named Marcus (more on that later) who falls for Lily, an interior designer who returns to the island to help her aunt update her inn.

Parade.com chatted with Rosner about the film, pets, role models, rituals, childhood games and more.

You’re a pilot in Love on Harbor Island. You were also a pilot in another Hallmark film. Are you afraid of being typecast?

Haha. Just trying to typecast my way into the Top Gun sequel.

Have you ever taken flying lessons?

I have actually. My fiancé has a history of getting me some really cool birthday presents and one year she got me flying lessons. It was really great. I got to fly this little plane around over Vancouver.

I thought you’d be a shoo-in for a character named Marcus. Was that the character’s name before you were cast?

That’s funny. My friend and rising filmmaker Lucie Guest wrote the role with me in mind so when it came time to do the movie, I think we just thought it would be funny to not change the name she had been using. I think being referred to by my own name during the shoot inadvertently made this character feel more like who I actually am than anything else I’ve done. I just figured, “Yeah, I’m just Marcus…”

Your character runs an organization called Pilots for Pups. Do you prefer dogs or cats? Have you ever volunteered at a shelter?

Definitely dogs. I need my affection returned. I’ve never officially volunteered at a shelter but an old roommate of mine ran one back in the day in Vancouver, and I’d go in with him and help out a bit here and there.

Do you have any pets?

I don’t currently have any pets. My fiancé and I travel all the time so it’s just not a practical option right now. But once we “settle down” a bit we’ve got our eyes on a hypoallergenic golden doodle.

For the Hearties out there, would you be game to return as Charles? What kind of storyline would you want to see for him?

I’m not sure. I guess it would be dependent on the plan for the character. I had a good time on that show but it was kind of strange the way things were left with the proposal. From what I can tell, people didn’t love the character, and I don’t really blame them. So, for me, it would depend on what the plan was.

Tell us something we may not know about your co-star, Morgan Kohan.

We bonded over hip hop music. She even showed me some stuff I hadn’t heard yet which surprised me.

As an actor, who is your role model?

Clooney, Gyllenhaal, Penn. I think the actor who actually made me want to act was Tom Cruise—believe it or not. I loved Jerry Maguire.

How do calm down during hectic times? Do you have any rituals that you follow?

During this pandemic, it has really opened my eyes to how much I need working out, not just for my physical health but also for my mental health. I was going a little crazy while the gyms were closed. It’s a great time to just exert all your anxious energy and walk away in a positive mindset.

As far as being on set, if I start bugging out, I just remind myself that this whole life is icing on the cake and that if it all goes wrong I can always walk away and go back to my hometown where all my friends and family would greet me with open arms. (Not really, I’d go crazy there, but it’s a thought that comforts me.)

What was your favorite game from your childhood?

Games were my life as a kid so there’s too many to count. My friends and I were major competitors with everything we did. If we’re talking sports, it was probably rugby or volleyball. If we’re talking video games, it was definitely Halo. If we’re talking board games, it was Monopoly.

What’s your favorite summer cocktail/drink?

Definitely margaritas. All the greatest foods/drinks come from Mexico, in my opinion.

Who was your favorite teacher?

An acting coach in Vancouver named Andrew McIlroy, who is responsible for many careers in that city.

Do you have a useless or hidden talent?

I learned to play harmonica over a weekend in my hotel room by watching YouTube videos for a role I was going to play. When I got to set, they cut the harmonica part out so yeah…I’d say that qualified as a useless talent.

What was the last show you binge-watched?

Love on the Spectrum. It had a profound impact on my mindset. Especially in these times.

What is your go-to song to sing in the shower?

This literally changes by the day.

What is your all-time favorite book?

The Long Walk by Stephen King.

Name a song that would be on your summer playlist.

“Hussle and Motivate” by Nipsey Hussle.

Love on Harbor Island premieres Saturday, August 8 at 9 p.m. ET on Hallmark Channel. 

LINK to full article at parade.com

#interviews #marcus rosner #link #hallmark movies #love on harbor island #summer nights #hallmark channel

[notfighters]

Favorite Musings Challenge!

As writers, we’re usually our own worst enemy. However, there are times where we just read over something we wrote and acknowledge “Oh...that’s good.” and you may or may not end up restructuring the whole reply to fit that one line just cause it was so good, and you spend hours trying to make it work haha...ha.

Anyways, go through a few of your threads/replies/drabbles/any piece of writing you got. Pick out 5 of your favorite lines that you’ve written for your character(s), and in turn tag 5 (or however many others you want) to do the same!

Repost, don’t reblog. And I’m linking my threads/fics to where these lines came from but you don’t have to do that!

tagged by: Stolen from my rwby dash tagging: @thestupidmeanone, @loksenna, @mcrcenario, @perpetualxfire, @abitofafatass, @shotgundammit because I dunno if Ash is checking the bug blog

1. Doyle, from a fic posted on ao3

Things aren’t wonderful right now, but for the moment, he can stop worrying and at least pretend that they are, just for tonight. He’s just happy to have her back, happy that she’s alive. They can worry about the mercenaries and the rebels and the war in the morning. For tonight, it will just be them, and no one else. Right now, he supposes that they’re both in their “happy place.”

2. Emily, from a thread with @britishbountyhunter  on her old blog in her Mad Doctor Grey verse

“Well, it would be just inhumane to cut you open with no anesthetic!”

3. Doyle, from a fic posted on ao3, please note the trigger warnings in the tags

Tell people whatever you like. Tell them the truth, tell them I was too weak to go on, too selfish to live without the woman I loved. Lie to them and tell them the trauma of war took its toll in other ways and I wasn’t strong enough to take it -- well, that part’s sort of true, I suppose. Or don’t tell them anything. It doesn’t matter in the slightest.

4. Emily, from a fic posted on ao3

“… do you remember what I told you when I first diagnosed your condition?” she asks simply, tilting her head as she smiles at him. "That unless the growths were removed, or he returned your affections, the disease would become fatal?”

He nods, but doesn’t say anything. He just coughs again.

“Locus and his soldiers killed so many of ours, and would have killed so many more. He plans to kill so many more. We can’t even really be sure that he and his comrades didn’t orchestrate General Brackett’s death. Locus turned his back on us. On you. He never cared about you. I know that that hurts to hear. And I never want anyone to be in pain. It’s not your fault that your emotions and your illness got the better of you, or that he manipulated you so terribly. And I couldn’t be more sorry that that happened to you. But he intended to see you dead.”

The general coughs again, trying to politely cover his mouth and looking away, embarrassed, as he fails. A few more petals and drops of saliva and blood splatter down onto her hand. She, however, continues to speak, as if she didn’t notice.

“And if you let those parasites remain where they are, then, technically, he still will kill you. You will either drown in your own blood as they continue to damage and eventually rupture your organs, or you may get lucky and choke to death before that! There is no alternative. Whichever course your illness takes, you will spend your last moments in immense pain, and utter terror, as you will no longer be able to breathe. Or, you can let me remove the growths, and repair the damage, and you will be able to see him brought to justice for what he’s done.”

5. Doyle, from a fic I haven't finished yet

Emily’s face flickers in the front of his mind, framed by black hair that always rested in choppy, uneven layers whenever she wore it down, because she cut it herself. Her ever-present smile and her wide eyes, sunken into their sockets and rendered dramatically shadowed by dark circles in the corners by her nose. He had never been able to decide if her eyes were hazel or gray. They seemed to change with the light, or just depending on the day. He’s always loved her eyes: he has such trouble making eye contact with most people that the eyes he does manage to look at always stick out.

There hasn’t been light in them for years, not like there used to be, before all of this. But that had come with the war. The lifeless eyes and the… admittedly sometimes unsettling smile and the random giggling and the asking “huh?” aloud when no one had spoken and the talking to herself, they had all come with the war. As time had gone on, as the casualties had mounted and she started to run out of blood and bandages, and the corpses had started to pile up… he hadn’t been able to see the cracks until they were too deep to fix.

Honorable Mention: Emily, from a fic I haven't finished yet that was inspired by this ask from @thestupidmeanone

She can’t stitch her face up again with her fingers gone, just like she can’t do anything to stop whatever is hacking off her fingers like cuts of meat at a butcher shop.

She can’t save herself.

She can’t save anyone.

She’s useless.

#[ I was gonna do one for each of them but ] #[ I'll be up all night digging through their blogs and my ao3 page if I do that ] #if you toy with nature’s course your fate will be the same as his || the player speaking

[mxrcayong]

let it unfold - chapter eight

chapter eight

“Hey, you’re finally back!” One of Katie’s TA friends exclaimed, running to give her a hug as she sat in the break room with a cup of coffee the day after she arrived. “How was Canada?” Everyone knew she left; they just didn’t know who she left with and the reason behind leaving.

Katie smiled sadly, stirring her cup of coffee. “It was amazing, Jun. I loved every bit of it.”

Seo-jun, or Jun, is one of her best friends in Korea. She was also a TA but she’s acting as a TA until she gets promoted as she has finished university a few years prior while Katie had extended her study-abroad years for this. “Okay, cut the shit-” She said bluntly, sitting on the seat next to her, “what’s up?”

Katie just shrugged, not knowing how to answer. She tells Irene basically everything – except the identity of her closest friends. Seo-jun is her confidant, who even offered to let Katie live with her if she didn’t have a place. She was the one who convinced her, besides the boys, to stay longer in Korea.

“Okay, so when you’re upset with a student, you look madder than you do now.” Katie’s head bolted up, almost shocked to how Irene is reading her like a book right now. “When you’re upset with the job, you just look frustrated. When you’re stressed about work, you bounce your legs.”

“Am I that predictable?” Katie interrupted her reading.

Jun gave her a look with disbelief, “Hun, going to Canada was the most unpredictable thing I ever heard that you do.” Before Katie could pipe up, Jun continued “And getting new orders in your typical places isn’t as unpredictable as you think.”

Katie chuckled, rolling her eyes. “Just get to the point.”

“I’ve never seen you just stare sadly. So this is a new problem.” Jun furrowed her brows, “Oh my Gosh, is this a boy? Did you meet a boy in Canada?”

The younger girl shrugged and admitted defeat. “Something like that.”

“Okay spill!” But the class bell rung and the two TA’s had classes to go to. “You better tell me after school.”

Katie had only 3 more classes of teaching until she has a free block, while Jun had about five. She looked at her phone, which she hides in the desk, to see notifications from Mark – who now has a different contact name. It was her idea during their trip; and her name on his phone was ‘the funky bunch’, much to his contempt.

markymark: angellll how do you do the drawing message again

markymark: nvm I found out

markymark sent a digital touch message

markymark: the boys keep asking abt the trip and they want to know if something happened

markymark: should I tell them

markymark: wait accept my game request first you still haven’t accepted it for the last month but now that you’re my girlfriend, you have to

markymark: oh speaking abt that, I wont be able to see you for a bit x have to catch up on work

markymark: I love you so much, angel.

She rolled her eyes, but her heart hurt. She doesn’t want to be a secret but dating him – she knew she had to be. There was a reason she always ignored any inkling of feeling she had for him prior to Canada; because she knew nothing could happen.

Well, she guesses not never.

But she always thought the feelings would always be minor or one-sided that she didn’t have to weigh the pros and cons of dating an idol. While contemplating and thinking, she accepted his stupid game request that made her smile.

thefunkybunch: my love, i have a lot of work coming up as well x lets just text for the next few days? I love you so much – never forget that.

With that, since her workday was done, Katie decided to go home and talk to Jun later. She left her a simple text saying; talk to you abt this tomorrow? Just want to sleep, still jetlagged haha – which isn’t a lie, but she knows with these thoughts in her head, she wouldn’t be able to have a restful sleep.

Katie has managed to avoid this conversation with Jun for the next week through the simple method of distraction; inviting her to a homecooked meal, talking about work, talking about her engagement – just any conversation other than Mark.

But today; she could hardly get out of bed. She knows Mark and her were supposed to text for the next few days but they organized their first proper date night for yesterday and he cancelled last minute. Texts have come from random useless texts throughout the day to a text once every seven or so hours. What did I do wrong?

To be fair, she isn’t trying either; but she never had to. It always flowed naturally. But his responses have been a single word or something difficult to respond to.

She hates calling in sick to work; especially after her month off, but now she just felt weak and tired, dejected. She can’t teach in this mood; her students are young and can be stressful – she can’t risk taking out her moods out on them.

Life as normal actually ended up being more abnormal than before. Not because her and Mark were more like a couple; in fact, their new relationship status could be identified as acquaintances by anyone who can see their texts.

katie: hey jun…do you think you can come over? I’m ready to talk about what happened in canada.

“So, you guys kissed and almost had sex?” Jun clarified, making tea in an apartment that’s practically her second home. “Okay, so mystery guy and you came back and just stopped talking?”

Katie sighed, sipping the green tea – which she loved, but she would always remember Mark hated. “I mean, we talked more couple-y for a few days, but like, now it’s like he’s just texting me ‘yes’ or ‘nos’ and goodnights or good mornings.” She sighed, her head slamming into her dining table. “It’s just like…maybe I was right then; maybe he was just bored and just asked me because I was there.”

“Hun, you said you were close to one of his best friends?”

“Well, he’s both our best friends and he actually introduced us.”

Jun shrugged, “Ask him what’s going on.”

“But I don’t know if he knows about the relationship and if Ma-he wants to know.” Katie noted, feeling trapped.

Jun’s heart leaped at the hint of the name. “Well, then, I know you said his work likes single men, but he shouldn’t hide you from his friends.” She sighed, “If Matthew,” Jun raised her eyebrows, trying to see if she guessed the name correctly but was greeted by a shaking head and rolling eyes, “loved you and said those things about you, he wouldn’t be hiding you from people he cares about.” Before Katie could interject and defend Mark, Jun jumped in again – “Also! The friend is a mutual friend right? Why does Mac” another head shake “take claim on him?”

Somehow, Katie found herself texting Johnny, asking to call.

And somehow, after that call, Katie had her mind set. She read the texts prior;

markymark: goodnight my angel

markymark: i pinky promise that I love you always

funkybunch: I pinky promise that I love you more always

She sighed as she typed up this message. She can stop at any moment, but this is whats best for him. He needs this. He can find better. He can be happier. Katie knows that if she doesn’t set him free, he’d be too kind to hide the burden she is on him.

thefunkybunch: I think we need to break up.

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[proherostories]

A Dragon for a Hotblooded Blond

AO3 LINK

WC - 1648

Archive Warnings - Rated T & No Archive Warnings apply. 

Pairing - BakuKiri/Poprocks

Summary -  After chaperoning his drunk friends the week prior, Bakugo decides to go back to the tattoo parlor they'd gone to all because a redhead caught his eye.

Notes - Red eyes don't exist in real life [sadly] so the use of a) contacts and b) tricks of the light were implemented

Written for "#writersmonth2020" from THIS POST

Day 1 Prompt = tattoo artist/flower shop AU

BTW - Never written Bakugo before so plz be gentle DX

To say Kirishima was surprised to see the hotblooded blond from last weekend was a severe understatement. 

He’d come in with a rowdy group of drunks, and while he had appeared to be the most sober of the bunch, he had a peachy tint to his face that he kept denying was the alcohol since he was supposedly the ‘designated driver’. Kirishima had doubted it, but he wasn’t about to push. He himself had driven home tipsy before, as stupid as it was and he would never condone it.

The blond had kept shouting at his friends to either ‘be quiet’ or he was telling them how dumb their tattoo choices were. It’d been hella funny, to watch them all go to the guy for approval and then cheer when all he said was ‘whatever’ or grunt. Calling back to the manga he had in his teenage years, Kirishima would’ve called him the ‘tsundere’ type hands down.

“Hey man,” Kirishima called to him, waving from the desk. It was a slow day so he was spending it organizing stuff. His co-workers Mina and Jiro were out after he’d told them to go home. No need for all three of them to be there when it was stupidly boring. Besides, he wanted Jiro to have all the time in the world to get ready for her date with a girl named Momo. Good on Jiro for landing a lady like that, hella.

‘Blond dude’ grunted back at him, and Kirishima only kept a passive eye on him. With how he’d kept his drunk friends in line he wasn’t worried about him being a thief or anything. “Something catch your eye last time? Didn’t peg ya for a tattoo sort of guy.”

“What makes you say that?” ‘blond dude’ sneered at him, his hands deep in the pockets of his jacket.

Kirishima only arched a brow at him and then shrugged, “Dunno. Guess it was how you seemed to give zero fucks, is all. What can I call ya?”

“The name’s Bakugo. What about you? Can’t keep callin’ ya ‘shitty hair’.”

A snort-laugh escaped the redhead, “Rude, I at least just referred to you as ‘blond dude’. My name’s Kirishima.” he flashed him a smirk and leaned back. His eyes, black hidden by red contacts, flicked up and down as he looked the other over. "So, I still gotta beg the question- you looking for a tat?"

That was where...Bakugo's demeanor seemed to change. Shifting and glancing around again with his lips pulled into a scowl. "What if I am? Anything you'd suggest, shitty hair?" 

"I gave you my name and ya still call me that? I'm hurt, Bakugo," he did a mock press of his hand to his chest but he stood up and stretched, sighing when there were a few pops. Sauntering over to an end table he found the binder that had all of his work and brought it to Bakugo, "Here, take a look at-" he cut off as he met the other man's eyes. Whoa, wicked! With the sun coming in from the window, it was catching on Bakugo's eyes, which were like a cinnamon brown and they were shining orange or a particular shade of red. 

It made Kirishima's breath catch even further when that peachy blush he remembered appeared, but he looked a mix of angry and flustered, brows pulled down and teeth bared, "What?! What were ya gunna say?!"

"Whoa, whoa, chill out," Kirishima put his hands up in defense, looking sheepish, "Your eyes looked really cool there for a sec, is all. I was going to say, have a look at what is in that binder. There's three people that do art here, so if nothing catches your attention then I'll give you another portfolio." 

"Where's yours?" Bakugo was looking less like he was going to bite his head off and he opened the portfolio.

"In your hands," Kirishima smirked before going back to his desk, adding a pop to his step. He was hoping he'd pick something from the first one, and had a feeling it was a challenge now to do so anyway. 

He had reached his destination when he was stopped, “Wait.” Bakugo was staring intently at a page in the binder, “You drew this?” he held it up with one hand and pointed at the drawing in question with the other. It was concept art rather than a finished tattoo piece, but it was a detailed Chinese-style dragon with a rendered head, horns and scales until it reached halfway down the body. That was where it started having curved cuts and breaks in a tribal style, the color of the scales fading out into the black simplicity tribal was supposed to be.

“I sure did. No one’s wanted it yet, it’s supposed to go on the arm to accommodate the winding of its body. People who come in wanting dragons tend to have different ideas in mind.” Kirishima tilted his head, curious but also his heart was suddenly pounding. It’d been in that portfolio so long, he’d contemplated taking out multiple times. He’d done it with other pieces that never got attention, but something always held him back from removing that one. The orange of it with tints of red and flecks of yellow always made him melt. He was a sucker for fire, and while yellow was hard to do in tattoos [something he learned along the way] he knew it wasn’t impossible.

“Can you do it, Kirishima?” Bakugo’s intensity hadn’t faded and Kirishima almost had a heart attack. Wow, was he crushing on this customer? He thought the banter was just good fun, but now he found he really wanted to try and make a good impression. “Even if you’ve never actually done it before, do you think you can now?”

He paused and looked between the drawing and back at Bakugo a few times. With a deep breath through his nose, he nodded, “Yes.” The confidence and the fact he hadn’t answered right away seemed to satisfy the blond, “When I first drew it a few years ago, maybe not. Now? Yes. I have the skills and the know-how, I can definitely do that piece justice.”

“How much? How does this work?” Bakugo joined him at his desk and set the portfolio down, then startled Kirishima by taking off his black jacket.

“Haha, well, I’d like to do a few touchups, and I’d have to solidify at least the outline so I can print and place it on your arm. This’ll give you time to think it-”

“I won’t change my mind, and we’ll do it on my right arm,” Bakugo was firm, holding out the length of his arm for him, “How big will it be?”

“Back to price real fast, the shop goes by time rather than how big or small a tattoo is. 75 dollars for half an hour as a baseline.” Kirishima laughed again but softer as he soaked in the sight. “Damn, man, you’re ripped. Do you have a heavy lifting job or do you just work out?” His touch was light as he took Bakugo’s wrist in his hand and pushed up the short sleeve. Glancing at the image then back at his arm he hummed thoughtfully.

Bakugo gave him a scoff with a smirk attached to it, “I do work out. I have a home gym. An actual one is too damn distracting and paying for a stupid pass is fucking useless with how busy I get.”

Kirishima snorted, “I getcha. I tend to go to a gym between here and my house.” He didn’t catch Bakugo holding his breath when he started tracing where he’d place the tattoo. The muscles were firm and nice to feel. He didn’t know why he was so aware of the other, but he was. Sure he’d had sexy guys and gals in his shop, but Bakugo was different somehow. “So I’d put the head of it here...go around like this, keep it out of the crease of your elbow of course...end it about here? I try and keep sleeve tattoos to the point where they can be covered by long shirts.”

Bakugo humphed, “Do whatever. I don’t care.”

“It’s going to take a lot of work, maybe two or three sessions. I’d suggest bringing a soda or a bag of chocolate, anything that’ll help keep your blood sugar up. Depending on your job and schedule, we can space it to accommodate. I’d do the whole outline first of course. Maybe black fill in next, and lastly the color.”

“Fine.” Bakugo put his sleeve down and moved to put his jacket back on, “I got the time to stay for now. You said you needed to make changes, so I’ll wait and see if I even like what you change.” He pulled his phone out, “You need my number for scheduling, right?”

“Sure do,” Kirishima was amused again and he walked around his desk to his computer, “Lemme bring up my calendar and we’ll get you set up, Bakubro.” He paused, “Ah, can I call ya that? It just slipped out, so-”

“Call me what you want.” Bakugo scoffed again, finding a chair to bring nearby so he could watch what Kirishima was doing, “Let me know when you’re done and I can look at it. Artists are picky about that sort of thing, aren’t they?”

“I don’t mind so much unless I’m embarrassed about it or keeping it a surprise,” Kirishima chuckled, booting up his programs after he put down Bakugo’s appointments and number, “I’m also glad you stayed. I like the company on a boring day like this.”

He noted that Bakugo didn’t respond besides a grunt, but he smiled anyway. Giddy and inspired, he pulled the tattoo design from the portfolio and got to work.

#writersmonth2020 #I didn't want to format it here on tumblr #so here you go #I'm going to bed now #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha kirishima #Kirishima Eijirou #kiribaku #poprocks #bakukiri #tattoo artist au #modern au #modern verse

[miumiu-chan]

Miyase Go STORY 1 Chapter 10-3

Subbed video: STORY-1 10-3

-Rulong’s Apartment-

——After being brought to (a place that can be assumed to be) a room in this apartment, I wondered exactly how much time had passed.

[RULONG]: “Doeesn’t it feel like there’s too much free time?”

[BOTH]: “............”

[RULONG]: “The・free time. Too much free time. So much free time~”

[MIYASE]: “I'm watching her, so why don't you go out for a drink?”

[RULONG]: “Oh, I see. You want to be alone with her?”

[MIYASE]: “With Rulong here, the place softens up pointlessly.”

[MIYASE]: “If the one she is alone with is me, she will wither, and then useless thoughts circulating of a silly escape drama happening will lower.”

[RULONG]: “You’re a demon, Go-chan.”

[MIYASE]: “Rather than being frightened and running away, I prefer chasing as a demon.”

It was a conversation that made my head spin in a bad sense.

I wanted to block my ears.

[RULONG]: “I feel bad for Little Flower, so let’s leave it at that.”

[RULONG]: “Ah, I know. Should we play a game?”

[REI]: (Game......?)

The man from the Korean organization looked at me with eyes that didn’t hide his out of place playfulness.

[RULONG]: “You know, Go-chan and I, long ago, met at a Japanese undersurface casino.”

[REI]: “Eh......”

There was sudden information presented.

The suddenness made the surprise show on my face.

[RULONG]: “Go-chan was working part-time as a dealer at the time.”

[REI]: (Miyase-san was a dealer at an undersurface casino......)

I wondered when that was.

What motivated him to work in such a place?

For what reason? Why?

The place where I could ask questions now, was nowhere.

Even though Miyase-san was in front of me......

[MIYASE]: “............”

[RULONG]: “I'm pretty much at the bottom of the organization, I have no power but I have freedom, so I used to hang around and play with Go-chan a lot.”

[RULONG]: “I’ll fill in Little Flower too on the games we used to play at that time ♪”

——Game.

Considering the environment of the ins and outs of an undersurface casino, it was hard to predict if it was a healthy thing.

[REI]: (But I must avoid the situation where I refuse and strike the nerves of this person.)

[RULONG]: “You’ll try it out, won’t you, Little Flower?”

[REI]: “............Yes.”

[MIYASE]: “You don’t know if it’s a scary thing. You might be killed if you lose.”

[REI]: “Nh......”

[RULONG]: “Ahaha. You’re saying such a mean thing.”

[MIYASE]: “Haha.”

[RULONG]: “Don't worry. It's a principle that neither me nor Go-chan bet on life when we play.”

[RULONG]: “——oh, Go-chan, where are you going?”

[MIYASE]: “We’re going to play a game, aren’t we? I’ll bring what we need.”

[RULONG]: “Ohh, what quick action. As expected, you haven’t been a servant for many years for nothing.”

[MIYASE]: “It's the drawer under the whiskey shelf, right?”

[RULONG]: “Yup, thanks~♪”

[REI]: (Miyase-san is familiar with this place......)

Immediately, he returned and sat down in front of my seat across the table.

There was something unexpected in his hand——.

[RULONG]: “It’s Hanafuda*.” (T/N: style of Japanese playing cards, “flower cards”)

[REI]: “Hanafuda......”

[MIYASE]: “What did you think was going to come out? A pistol?”

[RULONG]: “Is that prickling bullying Go-chan’s hobby? A fetish?”

[MIYASE]: “She looks like she doesn't want someone like me to be kind to her.”

I was completely seen through.

It would be harder for me if he was kind to me now, I would get confused.

[RULONG]: “Little Flower, have you ever played anything with Hanafuda?”

[REI]: “......If it’s “Koi-Koi”*, I know a little.” (T/N: The objective of this game is to form special card combinations called "yaku" (or sets) from cards accumulated in a point pile - from Wikipedia)

[MIYASE]: “What is your understanding of the sets and the several strategies?”

[REI]: “I’m fine. It’s been a while, but I can remember it.”

[RULONG]: “Then, for the time being, I’ll be Little Flower’s tutor ♪”

[MIYASE]: “Then, it's a "Koi-Koi" showdown between me and her.”

[RULONG]: “First of all, let’s draw the cards and decide the parent*.” (T/N: the “parent” is the initial dealer)

[MIYASE]: “Go ahead, please draw yours.”

I held my breath, and looked down at the Hanafuda piled up at the height of my little finger at the center of the table.

From the cards that had a texture many times harder than playing cards, I drew one.

[RULONG]: “Wisteria Plain, huh.”

[MIYASE]: “Next is my turn.”

[MIYASE]: “——It is Silver grass Plain.”

[RULONG]: “Little Flower’s Wisteria is an April card, and Go-chan’s Silver grass is an August card.”

[RULONG]: “Since the earliest month is the parent, then it’s Little Flower.”

[REI]: “Okay.”

[MIYASE]: “Then, let’s deal the Hanafuda.”

[RULONG]: “First, Little Flower, can you mix the cards like playing cards?”

[REI]: “Yes......”

I mixed the Hanafuda with a very common Hindu shuffle.

[REI]: “-......ah”

The cards scattered all over the table. My hands slipped.

[RULONG]: “Oh my.”

[MIYASE]: “Haha. You don’t have to rush.”

[REI]: “Nh......”

Without responding to anyone, I hurried to shuffle the collected Hanafuda again.

[REI]: “............I’m done.”

[MIYASE]: “Then, I will do it next.”

For some reason, Miyase-san split the cards placed on the table and swapped the upper and lower stacks.

[RULONG]: “I‘ll do the finishing touches and deal.”

[RULONG]: “Usually the parent does it, but it’s been a while for Little Flower.”

[RULONG]: “If it’s Koi-Koi, then it’s 8 cards each and 8 in the middle.”

The cards were laid out with familiar hands, and the first setup of “Koi-Koi” was completed.

[RULONG]: “As you know of course, the 8 cards in your hand is your “hand”, so don’t let Go-chan see them.”

[RULONG]: “But the “discard pile” in the middle, the rule is to expose everything you take from it from now on.”

[MIYASE]: “”Koi-Koi” is a game where you can see everything except your opponent's hand.”

[RULONG]: “In other words, there are 3 simple tactics.”

[RULONG]: “Do you anticipate the "sets" that Go-chan is trying to make, and thoroughly get in his way?”

[MIYASE]: “Or focus on making your own “sets” quickly and win?”

[REI]: “......Or do you do both at the same time and proceed with the game, right?”

[RULONG]: “Right ♪”

[RULONG]: “When it’s Go-chan and I, we often get in the way of each other and can't make a single set.”

[RULONG]: “The last time, Go-chan was doing a terrible “reserving cards” tactic.”

[REI]: (Reserving cards......?)

[MIYASE]: “To interfere with the opponent's “set”, it's a hand that you don't play until the very end.”

[REI]: “!”

[MIYASE]: “Aa, excuse me. I answered your inner voice.”

[MIYASE]: “Your expression is easy to understand. Haha.”

Flaring up, a film of heat spread all over my face.

Even though I shouldn’t let my heart be disturbed.

The game had already started.

[MIYASE]: “Anyway, if there are no “sets”, then the game is over, so you want to avoid “striking out”.”

[MIYASE]: “Because interfering all the time and in the end nobody gets anything, it will make one look like an idiot.”

Those words to me——...they sounded like a strong irony to the DCD.

No, they were definitely words meant with such an intention.

[REI]: (Somehow......after gradually passing the shock, I‘m becoming angry.)

I was angry from the moment I was captured, but it was towards myself.

But now, my emotions were moving towards Miyase-san.

He took the calmness from me and didn't relent to keep me down.

[RULONG]: “For now, let’s have a strategy meeting.”

[RULONG]: “First, the “parent” is Little Flower......”

He brought his face close to me and spoke softly.

[RULONG]: “Ohh, you got lucky ♪ You have "Silver grass Full moon" and "Paulownia Chinese phoenix" in your hand.”

[RULONG]: “Can you choose which cards to take by yourself?”

I nodded with an earnest heart and gazed at my hand and the playing area.

The sets I could aim for were “Five Brights”, “Four Brights”, “Three Brights”, and “Rainy Four Brights”.

[REI]: (......I definitely don't want to lose to the current Miyase-san!)

I first matched “Silver grass Full moon” with “Silver grass Geese” in the playing area and once more, reached for the deck.

The card I drew was “Wisteria Plain”.

Together with the "Wisteria Plain" in the playing area, 4 cards were taken.

[REI]: (Wisteria......)

After returning from the vacation trip, I remembered looking up its language of flowers other than the “welcome” meaning.

When the two of us took a walk in the inn's garden.

The meaning where Miyase-san laughed with an “I forgot” was——...

[MIYASE]: “It’s my turn, then.”

What came out of Miyase-san’s hand was “Iris Eight-plank bridge”.

He matched it with “Iris Plain” and drew a card.

The drawn card “Cherry blossom Curtain” was placed in the playing area, and I used “Cherry blossom Plain” in my hand to match it and drew a card.

[REI]: (With this, I can also aim for ”Viewing the Blossoms in the Moonlight”.)

[RULONG]: “Little Flower, you’ve got good luck.”

[MIYASE]: “............”

Miyase-san matched the “Willow Plain” with “Willow Swallow”, and drew a card.

[MIYASE]: “Oh my, the drawn card came out to be a “Willow” card.”

“Willow Ono no Michizake” came out, and was taken along with “Willow Ribbon” from the playing area.

[RULONG]: “Oh maan, Ono-chan was taken, huh.”

[REI]: (With that, being able to complete the “Five Brights” or “Rainy Four Brights” was crushed.)

[REI]: (But for the time being, I can make “Three Brights” next......!)

I matched “Paulownia Plain” with “Paulownia Chinese pheonix”, and drew a card.

The drawn card was “Iris Ribbon” and was placed in the playing area.

[RULONG]: “Little Flower completed the “Three Brights” set, what’ll you do?”

[MIYASE]: “Will you stop the match, or koi-koi*?” (T/N: You call “koi-koi” if you want to continue playing to try to get more points. But, if the opponent then forms a set before you get another, they get double score and you get nothing.)

If I stopped the match at this point, it would be my win.

——But, I realized that it didn't mean anything.

[REI]: (I don't want to win against Miyase-san......)

Or rather, the completion of my set was not a “win”.

The core of this match was——

To expose all of Miyase-san’s hand.

I have to find out which set Miyase-san is trying to make.

If I win here, I won’t know anything.

There was “Pine Plain” in my hand, and there was “Pine Crane” that was placed in the playing area earlier.

[REI]: “......Koi-koi.”

As if to challenge him, I looked straight at Miyase-san with a strong gaze.

[MIYASE]: “............”

[REI]: “Koi-koi, please!”

[MIYASE]: “If it was you, I thought that you would koi-koi in this situation.”

Laughing with some leeway, what came out of Miyase-san’s hand was————“Iris Plain”.

He matched it with “Iris Ribbon”, and the card he drew was “Peony Butterfly”.

[REI]: (I can’t read the set he’s going for......)

[RULONG]: “............”

With the “Pine Plain” in my hand, I took the “Pine Crane”.

“Four Brights” had been completed, but I wasn’t done yet.

[REI]: “Koi-koi.”

[MIYASE]: “No, let’s stop here.”

[REI]: “Eh......”

[MIYASE]: “It’s my loss.”

Miyase-san casually threw down the rest of his hand on the table.

[REI]: (No way......!)

[RULONG]: “Rather, Go-chan, you didn't want to win, right?”

[MIYASE]: “For me, these cards I took are the completed sets.”

[REI]: “......?”

I checked again the cards that he got.

All 4 "Iris" cards in May.

The 4 “Willow” cards in November were also all together.

[REI]: (Even though he didn’t make any sets, he said “completed”......what does he mean?)

[MIYASE]: “The irises of May are attracted to the beautiful Japanese iris flowers,”

[MIYASE]: “And the willows also had a taste, and took a liking to it.”

[REI]: (To the Japanese irises, the willows......)

[RULONG]: “So you didn’t want to win after a~ll.”

[RULONG]: “I should give a reward to Little Flower who did her best and won.”

[RULONG]: “——Oh, phone’s ringing, Go-chan?”

[MIYASE]: “......Yes. It’s from Uemura-san. I will answer it.”

[RULONG]: “Take care~”

With Miyase-san leaving the room, I became tormented again with new tension.

The man sitting next to me.

Rulong.

He was around the same age judging by his appearance. Miyase-san’s accomplice. Old friend. The details were unknown.

A member of an organization where Korean fixers dominated.

[RULONG]: “Talking with Uemura-chan will take a while, so it’ll probably be hard for Go-chan to be released from it.”

[REI]: (He always has this light tone though......)

[RULONG]: “A~ha. Little Flower, are you nervous because Go-chan’s gone?”

[RULONG]: “Even though he’s su~ch an awful man, you can be more relaxed beside me.”

His behavior to me, I didn’t feel any hostility included in it.

That’s why it seemed creepy and I hardened myself more.

[RULONG]: “Ah, that’s right. Wait a moment.”

[REI]: “......?”

He stood up and disappeared, and after about a minute, he returned with a big smile.

On the tray in his hand, there was one wooden spoon and tea cup.

And also a kettle and a glass teapot.

The transparent contents contained a distorted sphere with a dull color that was hard to describe.

[RULONG]: “You know, this is a craft tea made by my family.”

[REI]: (Craft tea......?)

[RULONG]: “Have a look.”

He held the sphere in the pot with the wooden spoon.

Hot water was slowly poured into it from the kettle.

[RULONG]: “When Go-chan brewed this before, he almost overturned the tea ware.”

[RULONG]: “He hides it, but he sure is careless sometimes.”

Does he......hide it? In front of this person.

[REI]: (Does that mean at least “that part” of Miyase-san that I’ve seen, that was real......?)

As I pondered, the sphere that had been soaked in hot water in the teapot began to change shape.

[REI]: (Ah......a flower is blooming. Inside the pot.)

[RULONG]: “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? My family’s work.”

[RULONG]: “We’re producing and inventing many other interesting things.”

[RULONG]: “Because my boss loves to make people happy.”

He was talking about himself......?

What were his intentions?

[REI]: (Maybe he really doesn’t feel the need to be careful around me.)

......Was he talking about it because he had no concerns about information leaking from me in the future?

I was frightened by the worst ending, but I opened my mouth thinking that it wasn’t a good idea to abandon the conversation.

[REI]: “The organization you belong to——“

I didn’t know when Miyase-san would return. So let’s go a little deeper.

[REI]: “With the flower drugs your organization made, there are critically ill people coming out.”

[RULONG]: “Hmm, I can’t consider the people who don't follow the dosage regimen.”

[RULONG]: “But there are also countries where the ingredients aren’t illegal.”

[RULONG]: “Meaning the line that can't be brought to Japan for the time being.”

[REI]: “You mean that you are producing lines that you can't bring in, right?”

[RULONG]: “Do you want to know? In the world, there are drugs that the Japanese DCD cannot imagine.”

[RULONG]: “Such as——...”

His fingertip touched the center of my forehead with a tap.

[REI]: “H......”

[RULONG]: “A medicine that’ll make a~ll the contents in here disappear.”

At the edge of my view, I met the breathtaking sight of the tea leaves in the hot water beautifully and completely bloomed.

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