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Of Rocks and Robots Ch. 35 - Wrestlers, Boxers, and Ninjas, Oh My (Part 2)

Honey Lemon leaned in close to Varian's ear, a tempting smile playing across her lips, as she conspiratorially whispered, "Do you wanna go to tonight's wrestling match with me?"

Varian tried to stifle a laugh as he feigned a half hearted protest, "I thought we're supposed to be studying for finals?"

They were inside the studio apartment that Honey Lemon shared with Gogo; textbooks splayed out upon the table. Though small by most standards, the residency did occupy a sleeping loft, a fully equipped kitchen, and had a full bath complete with tub, which made it functionally larger than the dorms that Varian had lived in previously with Wasabi. There was no sofa though, nor any other leisurely dedicated space as Honey Lemon's own bed, which was positioned below the loft that Gogo slept in, took up the non-kitchen area. So there would be no more impromptu naps here as Varian had to either sit in one of the dining room chairs or on the floor, much to his disappointment; not that he would ever say so out loud.

But oh how she made it hard to focus even without a couch to cuddle on. She wasn't trying to distract him, he knew, but she just wouldn't stay still. First she ran about the apartment trying to do some last minute tidying up as he arrived. Next she tried to play the good hostess, asking if he wanted anything while she rummaged around the kitchen. Then even after finally getting her to sit down and open a text book, her free hand would constantly pick up her phone to read some notification or reply to a text, often sparking a random conversation that had nothing to do with the physics test he was trying to prepare for. Now here she was asking him to abandon the study session all together and he couldn't even get annoyed at her for it.

Everything she did was mesmerizing. Her voice was a siren's call that he could not ignore. She could have requested that he travel with her to the opposite side of the globe and he'd already be halfway finished packing a bag. But most frustrating of all was the fact that she was clearly oblivious to the effect that she had on him. She held him in her sway and didn't even know it.

"So do you wanna go?" She timidly asked again. "I mean finals aren't even for another whole week and I just managed to scalp two tickets off of Ticketwatch." She held up her phone so Varian could read the screen that confirmed her purchase.

Varian had to chuckle at the ridiculousness of Honey Lemon treating such an innocuous request as some sort of naughty affair that he had to be persuaded into doing, lest he refuse to succumb to temptation and take the dutiful high road of being a good and diligent student. Did she not know who she was talking to?

Still Varian wasn't going to let her win so easily. "I helped you with midterms, so it's only fair you gotta help me out with finals. And unlike some people, I like being prepared beforehand so I'm not over worked." He teased, thoroughly amused.

Honey Lemon gave an exaggerated pout at this lighthearted jab at her scheduling abilities and Varian nearly lost it in a fit of laughter. She was so earnest in everything that it was comical. But he couldn't stand to see her sad, even if only in jest, and willfully caved into her demands.

"Okay, okay, I guess we can do this on Sunday instead." He dramatically sighed.

He was rewarded for his compliance by her jumping out of her seat with a huge grin and flinging herself at him to wrap him in a tight hug.

"But on one condition," he said as he held her close, "we stop and get food first cause those prices at the concession stands are criminal."

"Alright," she agreed as she pulled away, "Just let me grab my purse."

Varian watched her as she ran over to the other side of the room and bent down to grope under the bed for the wayward purse; still in complete awe of her. Though he still tried to play things cool as they prepared to head out the door.

"Are you wanting to call Fred and see if he wants to come too?"

"Ah well, I could only find two tickets. They're sold out for the night." Honey Lemon answered guilty. "But he can come another time." She assured as she closed the door and locked it.

Varian chose not to press the matter, but he couldn't help but smile to himself knowing that she had thought to ask him first; even if it was only because he was the one who happened to be around at the time.

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Joe's Diner was right across the street from Honey Lemon's apartment. The retro style restaurant had seen better days, what with its rusty sign and peeling paint, but it was clean and the food was good which made it a favorite hang out for the locals.

Varian had eaten there before with the rest of his friends, yet a new sight greeted his eyes as he walked through the door. Sitting at one of the tables was a purple gelatinous blob with eyes and a mouth. It excitedly waved one of its long jelly like appendages in the air upon seeing Honey Lemon and himself enter.

"Hi Globby!" Honey Lemon answered back and the blob stood up to meet them.

"Oh Honey Lemon I'm so glad you're here. I wanted you to meet someone." 'Globby', as the thing was called, said.

"Oh I'd like you to meet someone too. This is my friend Varian. Varian, this is Globby; he's Carl's boyfriend." She explained as if this answers all of his questions.

Yes he knew Carl had a boyfriend, and that said boyfriend was a superhero, but no one had bothered to mention that he wasn't human.

"Oh Varian," Globby's eyes lit up in recognition, "Yeah, you're in Carl's boxing class. He told me so much about you. Nice to finally meet ya!" He shook Varian's hand vigorously, which covered his arm in the same purple gloop of whatever it was Globby was made of.

"Uh, nice to meet you too." Varian replied back as politely as he could as he tried to wipe his hand clean on his pants.

"Globby here helps us sometimes with the 'you know what'." Honey Lemon whispered.

"Yes, not to brag, but what ya might call the I'm the protector of San Fansokyo! But I wasn't always so. Once I was a humble thief, and then this happened to me," Globby pointed at his right arm as it dripped goop on the floor, "and then I became a super villain. But once I discovered that the city was in danger I lept into action to save the day! With a little help from my fellow crime fighters Big Hero Six. But seriously, I'm a hero now! Can you believe it! Me!? And I owe it all thanks to Honey Lemon here."

"Oh, no," Honey Lemon blushed, "You did it yourself."

"No HL, I won't hear any false modesty from you." Globby protested. "You believed in me when nobody else did. Even when I didn't believe in myself. That matters a lot. So thank you. Plus you also kind of gave me superpowers."

"How did she do that?" Varian asked.

"Oh well it was kind of an accident." Honey Lemon said.

"I stole her a chim-purse." Globby explained. "Then I used it to break into Krei Tech to steal a neurotransmitter device. And then I kind of tripped and fell while wearing it and the chim-purse kinda exploded and now here I am!" He spread his arms wide at this last sentence, a huge grin on his face.

"Globby is a polymorph." Honey Lemon clarified. "He can change his molecular make up to be whatever he wants it to be."

"No way." Varian breathed in awe. "You mean to tell me you can charge and discharge photons and electrons on cellular level at will?"

"Uuuuuuh, I don't know about that? But I can turn myself into chocolate!" And with that Globby's hand transformed into what looked like a giant chocolate bar, of which he bit into and with mouth still full said, "Ooh nutty!"

Varian watched with a mixer of amazement, horror, and nausea, as Honey Lemon stood by silently; unsure of what to say. The awkwardness however, was dispelled by the sound of raucous laughter coming from the booth Glooby had been sitting at.

"That is a neat trick mi amigo."

A large man, wearing a trench coat and a mismatched luchador mask turned around in his seat to look at them. Varian recognized him from the wrestling ring.

"Hey you're…"

"El Fuego" Honey Lemon whispered in dread.

"Not anymore, now I am El Agua!" The wrestler proudly proclaimed; oblivious to Honey Lemon's discomfort. "It's a bit of a rebranding thing."

"Oh yeah, we saw you at the match last week." Varian excitedly jumped in, also not catching onto Honey Lemon's disquiet demeanor, "You were great! I especially liked how you threw The Sandman out of the ring with only one arm. That was cool."

"Oh hey, a fan!" El Fuego, or Agua as he now was called, enthused. "Always happy to meet fans. Would you like an autograph?"

"I sure would!"

The wrestling champ chuckled in delight as he pulled out a pen and began to sign his name upon a napkin.

"This is who I wanted you to meet," Globby explained. "Salinas here reached out to me for help. He's trying to go straight and is working really hard to get his life turned around."

"Yup, no more life of crime for me." El Agua confirmed as he handed the autograph to Varian. "I'm a changed man."

"How nice." Honey Lemon said with a strained smile on her face.

"Yeah I know, right!? I told him how much of a positive influence you were when I first started out superheroing." Globby continued. "I'm glad you stopped by, so that you two could finally meet. Wanna join us?"

He gestured to the booth and Honey Lemon looked like he had just asked her to dive into lava.

Varian was going to take up the offer but she answered before he could.

"Oh no, we only came here for… for… some… uh, ice!"

"Ice?"

"I thought we came here for fo-"

"Ice... ice cream that is." She nervously laughed. "Yup, we're just going to get some ice cream... to go. Wouldn't want to be late to… where we're going."

She wore a plastered grin as she turned to the counter to order. "Two vanilla ice cream cones please."

Varian and the others watched on in confusion as she took the two cones from Joe and then hurried back. She practically slammed one of the cones into Varian's chest as she hastily handed it to him, and before he could process what was happening, she grabbed the end of his sleeve and started to drag him out the door.

"Bye!" She yelled and Varian awkwardly attempted to wave before the glass door slammed shut behind them.

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"Uh… Honey Lemon?" Varian asked after they were a few yards away from the diner.

"Hmmm?" Honey Lemon barely answered back as she strode forward, determined to put as much distance between her and the conversation they had just left.

Varian pressed on. "Ice cream is nice and all, but I thought we were going to go get, um, real food."

Honey Lemon finally slowed and turned to meet him, taking a guilty bite from the frozen treat. "We will, I just… I thought we could go get pizza instead!"

Varian turned back to look at the sign hanging from the restaurant window. Pizza was advertised alongside the menu's other assortment of food. He raised an eyebrow and Honey Lemon wilted under his skeptic gaze. She took another bite of her ice cream and suddenly found the toes of her shoes very interesting.

"Honey Lemon."

She looked up but still didn't answer.

"Honey, you're very sweet," Varian coaxed, "but you're a terrible liar. You know that right?"

Honey Lemon sighed and rolled her eyes in a rare display of frustration. "Look I just... didn't want to get caught up in eating dinner with them. We got on stuff to do."

"You mean stuff like going to the same wrestling match that El Agua was no doubt going to later?" Varian asked incredulously. "I figured you'd jump at the chance to hang out with an actual wrestling star. Maybe he could have gotten us backstage passes or something, I don't know?"

"Well, I don't." Honey Lemon said flatly.

Varian paused and looked at her in surprise. He couldn't remember ever seeing her being so cold or evasive.

"What 's wrong?"

Honey Lemon bit her lower lip, "I just.. I just don't trust El Fuego. That 's all."

"Why? What did he do? Did he hurt you?"

"No, no. It's just he's a super villain and we've fought him before…"

"But didn't Globby just say he used to be a super villain too?"

"Well yeah, but that's different."

"How so?"

"Well, Globby's nice and he tries really, really hard. He doesn't mean any harm, even back when he was a thief."

"Oh so, this other guy did something really bad then; something even worse than theft."

Varian thought he had hit upon the problem, but Honey Lemon's response was not one he expected.

"Weeeelll… Sort of…"

"What did he do then?"

"He- Well he.. He's a bully."

Varian tilted his head in confusion; not understanding Honey Lemon's point.

"I mean he called Baymax a bunch of names and tried to challenge him and Hiro to a fight." Honey Lemon explained.

Varian waited to see if she would list any other transgressions and when she didn't, all he could do was give her a look of utter bafflement.

"That's it!?"

She nodded her head timidly.

"Is- is that even a crime?" He asked with a hint of exasperation.

"Well, not exactly…" She admitted. "But it 's mean."

"So what?"

Now it was Honey Lemon's turn to act surprised, yet Varian didn't give her a chance to continue.

"You can't just lock people up for not being nice."

"Well we didn't," Honey Lemon defended, "but neither do I have to be friendly to someone who isn't."

Varian had to admit she had a point.

"Ok, fair enough. No one said you had to like the guy."

"Thank you."

"But he still deserves a second chance, surly."

"Well sure, and if he does become a nicer person that's great, and I wish him the best. But I don't wanna hang out with him."

Varian sighed and shook his head. "'Nice' has nothing to do with it, but of course if you don't feel comfortable being around him we can go somewhere else to eat." He pulled out his cell phone. "I'll call ahead and order us a pizza."

He continued walking towards the bus stop but Honey Lemon stood rooted to the spot in confusion.

"What do you mean 'nice has nothing to do with it'? She eventually asked.

'Well you can't tell how good or bad some is by how polite they are."

"I know that. What matters is how they treat people."

"Yeah, but sometimes it's more complicated than that. Doing one bad thing, doesn't mean they're a bad person. You don't know what El Agua's life is like. You don't know why he did what he did."

"El Fugeo," Honey Lemon corrected. "And I know he tried to pick a fight with my friends; Your friends."

"Yeah, and from the looks of things he didn't actually hurt anybody. Hiro's never even mentioned him before."

Honey Lemon gave him an offended pout, and Varian tried to once more defuse the situation.

"Look, I just.. I know of people who've done far, far worse, and plenty of 'nice' people who'd stab you in the back. Anyways would you like the cheese pizza or the veggie supreme."

He pointed at his phone as he tried to change the topic, but Honey Lemon

wasn't ready to let the conversation go just yet.

"This isn't Corona." She said quietly.

"And thank goodness for that." Varian agreed, though his voice was tight with pained sarcasm.

"You think I'm being mean, by blowing El Fue- El Agua off?" She asked.

Varian immediately looked up from his phone. "No. Oh no, of course not; you're the kindest person I know. If you think the guy is bad news then you're probably right."

She searched his eyes for reassurance.

"Look,' he soothed, "let's just forget the whole thing and have a fun evening. We can get a five dollar pizza at Luigi's, then head on to the match and we'll see who's better at heckling. Loser has to buy the next tickets."

Honey Lemon snorted with laughter. "Who decides that?"

"We do. Whoever makes the other laugh more wins."

"Oh you're on." She challenged; right when the bus pulled up.

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Varian and Honey Lemon stepped out into crisp night air as they exited the arena. Crowds of people pushed past them also trying to leave the event and so Honey Lemon hooked her arm around Varian's so as not to get separated.

If there was one thing Varian knew about Honey Lemon, it was that she was a very tactile person. She showered everyone with physical affection; hugs, hand holding, cuddles, and pecks on the cheek, even people she just met would be subjected to her glomping them as if she'd known them her whole life. Therefore Varian tried not to look any deeper into such innocent action, but it still made his heart skip a beat to have his crush so close. Nothing could wipe the grin off his face as they hurried down the sidewalk to the bus stop.

"So why do you always root for the bad guy?" Honey Lemon asked as they went along.

She was referring to the wrestlers. Her and Varian always seemed to favor opposing teams. While she cheered on the heroes of the play, he always gravitated towards the heels that opposed them.

Varian shrugged. "I guess I just like the underdog. The villains tend to be more interesting in my opinion."

"But they're mean; at least in the story, I'm sure they're perfectly nice people in real life." Honey Lemon hastily added.

"All except that Vanguard guy you like. He's a jerk on stage."

Honey Lemon playfully sighed and rolled her eyes. "I don't see it that way. He's written to be like a knight in shining armor."

"Yeah and he's infuriatingly smug while doing it. He goes on and on about 'justice' this and 'honor' that, but what is he really fighting for? His own glory, that's what. It's a game and he wants to win it. At least the 'bad guys', as you put it, are more honest about why they're there."

"But it's all made up." Honey exasperated, "No one is more 'honest' than anyone else because it's scripted. If the story says someone is good or bad you just accept it. It's all a part of playing along and having fun with it."

"Oh sure, but I personally find the villains more fun because nothing is really at stake. Heroes in stories are always too perfect, too pure. Who can relate to that? Who's never wanted to lash out when angry or fight against the status quo? It's easy to be 'good' when you've never had to struggle for anything."

Honey Lemon studied Varian intently as she mulled over his words, and Varian could sense that he'd exposed a nerve; whether it was Honey Lemon's or his own, he wasn't sure.

He was just about to laugh it off and change the subject in order to ease the tension, when suddenly a very large and intimidating figure stepped out of the shadows. Varian instinctively moved to place himself between Honey Lemon and this new threat. Which was silly, he knew. She was an actual superhero. She didn't need him to shield her.

However the 'threat' was not a threat at all. The large man before them burst out into a very familiar boisterous roar.

"Oh I'm sorry mi amigos. I did not mean to startle you. You must not recognize me without my mask." El Feugo laughed.

He was out of costume, and dressed in the trench coat that they had seen him in earlier at the diner. Only this time the luchador's mask was off revealing a man in his late twenties with short black hair and a small scar running across his nose, indicating where it had been broken in a previous fight.

"You should have told me you were coming to see the show tonight." He continued on. "I would have gotten you better seats."

The wrestler's face beamed with an infectious grin and Varian was tempted to make polite conversation. He was always ready to make friends with just about anyone who wanted to, but Honey Lemon's grip tightened around his arm as she tensed up. He spared a quick glance back to see her still huddled behind him, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

"Uh, yeah, well we didn't want to trouble you." Varian answered.

"Oh no trouble at all. Any friends of Globby, is a friend of mine. Hey I know, I can get you tickets to tomorrow's match." He dug into his pants pocket and pulled out two tickets before either of them could protest. "We players always get a couple of free tickets for family or what not. I haven't got anybody else to give them to, so you might as well use them if you can."

Varian tried to politely turn him down "Oh no thank you. I don't know if we can make it. Finals are coming up and all that."

"I insist. They're good till the end of the month and they come with backstage passes too."

Without any other excuses to give, Varian took the tickets and said thank you, though he could feel Honey Lemon's disapproval radiating off of her as he did so. Still she neither said nothing, nor made any moves to stop him.

"Well I guess we better be going." Varian said, trying to exit the awkward situation, "We don't want to miss the bus."

"Oh me neither." El Fuego agreed as he walked with them to the bus stop. "Wrestling is my passion, but it doesn't always pay enough to hire a chauffeur to drive you around in a sports car." Then he doubled over laughing at his own joke and not unkindly nudged Varian with his elbow, "Not unless you get a promotional deal, am I right?"

Varian gave a fake laugh, "I wouldn't know. I never wrestled before."

"Oh that's right, Globby, said you were taking boxing lessons instead. Ever thought of getting the ring?"

"Oh no, my aunt would never allow that."

El Fuego titled his head in confusion. "I thought you two were in college? You still let your aunt tell you what you can and can't do? You stand up and be your own man."

Varian noticed Honey Lemon's lips tighten at that and she squeezed Varian's arm tighter. It was slightly unnerving to see the normally cheerful and carefree girl so clearly annoyed.

"Yeah, well she's the one paying for the classes." Varian explained and El Fuego nodded his head and then launched into another topic of conversation as the bus arrived.

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And so it went the whole ride back to the apartment. El Fuego carrying on, freely talking about everything and anything, clearly oblivious to the fact that his company wasn't wanted. Varian trying to politely keep up his end of the conversation while ignoring the vice like grip Honey Lemon held his arm in. He was sure it had fallen asleep from lack circulation by the time they arrived at their destination. All while Honey Lemon, herself, kept deathly silent the whole way. She wouldn't budge from the Varian side, nor look away from wrestler sitting across from them; as if El Fuego had been a poisonous snake rather than just a man with a poor perception of social cues.

What Varian couldn't figure out was why she wouldn't voice her displeasure. It was her evasiveness that threw him off kilter more so than El Fuego's chatter.

Yet he didn't have to wait long to find out, for as soon as they said goodbye to the man and made it back into the apartment, Honey Lemon let out a frustrated scream.

"Arrugh!"

"Have fun?" Gogo asked deadpan. She was sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal when they had entered.

Honey Lemon's answer was another rage filled scream before flopping face down on the bed.

"Dude, what did you do?" Gogo asked of Varian.

Varian was offended "Why automatically assume it's my fault?"

"We met El Fuego." Honey Lemon said before an argument could break out.

"Where?"

"He was with Globby at Joe's and later he rode the bus home with us on the way back from the wrestling arena." She tiredly explained. "He says he's trying to 'go straight.'" She flung her hands up in exasperation before flopping back down on the bed, curling up with a pillow while continuing to pout.

Gogo gave the same bewildered look that Varian did earlier that day. "Oookaay annnd…?"

Honey Lemon scrunched up her face and revulsion. "Aaaand, he gave us free tickets to the next match, can you believe him?"

Gogo and Varian exchanged confused looks.

"Oooh how horrible" She sarcastically replied.

This really set Honey Lemon off. "You don't understand. He's just pretending to be nice to try and get us to trust him."

"And why would he do that?" Gogo asked.

"Well to...to... I don't know, to get to Hiro maybe."

"Does he even know who Hiro is? Cause all he ever cared about was fighting "Big Hero Six" and to him that just means Baymax."

"Then...he must be after Baymax then."

"Does he know that Baymax or any of us are in Big Hero Six?"

"I..I don't know. I don't think Globby would tell our secret. He didn't mention it when we met him." Honey Lemon starred out into the middle distance trying to recall their past conversation.

"Well, even then, it's not like he can actually hurt Baymax. I mean he's a robot." Varian added.

This only rewarded him with a narrow glare from Honey Lemon. Varian would have backpedaled away had he not been so shocked.

"You took the tickets from him!" She yelled.

"What else was I supposed to do? He insisted. It's not like we have to use them or anything."

Gogo ignored their spat as she texted on her phone. The reply dinged back; drawing everyone's attention. "Okay, I just texted Globby. He says he hasn't told El Fuego anything about Big Hero Six other than that he works with us sometimes."

Honey Lemon pouted in confusion. "Then what is he after?"

"I don't know, friends maybe?" Gogo shrugged. "Whatever it is, it's nothing to do with us or superheroing."

"But...but, but he…" Honey Lemon stuttered over her words as she desperately tried to come up with another justification. "He… he was acting really creepy; alright!? Jumping out of shadows… laughing at.. at… well everything…"

"He was walking to the bus stop already and just happened to run into us." Varian clarified for Gogo. This made him the victim of another angry stare from Honey Lemon. "What!? It's true."

"Well, I don't trust him. I think he's up to something." Honey Lemon sulked, hugging her pillow tighter.

"Ooor maybe you just don't like him." Gogo said. "You're allowed to just not like people. You know that right?"

Honey Lemon looked surprised by this revelation. She opened and closed her mouth several times to form a response but the words just wouldn't come.

"Yeah and if anyone knows about not liking people, it's Gogo." Varian teased. "She doesn't like anybody."

This earned him a light punch on the arm. He just couldn't win today.

"Look, it's fine." She said, returning her attention to her roommate. "I know you're a little ray of sunshine, who's friends with the whole world, but not everybody gets along and that's ok. I'm sure even Varian here knows people he dislikes, and he's Mr. Congeniality."

Varian gave a look of offended confusion. He didn't know if 'congeniality' was a jab at his expense or a compliment. Either way he was sure the descriptor didn't fit him.

"Is there anybody you don't like?" Honey Lemon asked him.

"Who me? Yeah, I got a whole country's worth of people I hate."

"See?" Gogo confirmed, not catching on to the deeper meaning behind his words.

Honey Lemon pouted again, but didn't argue back as she mulled over her friend's advice.

Varian stepped in with a peace offering. "Look, would like for me to throw away the tickets?"

"No." Honey lemon sighed. "Ask Fred to go with you, since he didn't get to come this time."

"You sure?"

She nodded yes and gave him a small reassuring smile.

"So, are you still mad at me?"

"Oh, I was never mad at you."

"Really? Cause it sure seemed that way when you yelled at me just then."

"I'm sorry." She whispered sheepishly.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sorry too. Next time we won't take the bus, how's that?"

She agreed and Varian made ready to leave.

"Do you want me to drive you home?" Gogo asked.

"Naw, It's alright. It's only 10:30. Besides, the bus is less drafty than the motorcycle." He joked.

"Well ok, just be safe and text one of us when you get back."

Varian rolled his eyes "Okay 'mom', See you Sunday."

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They said their goodbyes and Varian walked back to the bus stop. He called Aunt Cass to let her know he was on his way home, and then proceeded to text Fred about the tickets while waiting on the bus to arrive.

Just then someone grabbed him from behind and placed their hand over his mouth. He dropped his phone in surprise and tried to break free of the person's grip. But no matter how he kicked and squirmed he couldn't escape their grasp.

Yet still even more frightening was the fact that he could feel his limbs grow heavy and his vision swam. They held a damp cloth in the hand that covered his mouth and whatever chemical itwas dipped in was making him lose consciousness. He listed the possible combinations in his mind as darkness rushed up to meet him; chloroform? no, morphine? probably not, fentay-.....

"Got him boss. We're on our way now." A man said over the intercom in his ear. He then picked up the unconscious teen and carried him off into the night.

#varian #big hero 6 #tangled #Honey lemon #globby #el fuego #gogo #rapunzel's tangled adventure #tangled the series #BH6 the series

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hero-philia · 4 years

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Deku, Bakugou, Todoroki headcanons where they get jealous that someone else their crush out when they were nearby they just couldn't help fast enough. In their head they're seething over such a bright smile that's NOT being directed towards them

(A/N) - Uuuuuuh, I’m a real sucker for seeing our boys in jealousy mode! So I’ve decided to write short scenarios for each of them, I hope that’s okay for you :)

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The Words I wanted to say

-> Short Scenarios for Midoriya, Todoroki and Bakugou

-> Witnessing their crush being confessed to

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MIDORIYA IZUKU

On his way to the bathroom during lunch break he came across a seemingly empty hallway until he heard voices from around the corner. At first he was so lost in thought about the upcoming lesson about the history of heroes that he didn’t notice them. But then the boy, who he had never heard before, said your name.

That was when Midoriya came to an abrupt stop.

„So, (Y/N), will you accept me as your boyfriend?“

Midoriya pressed his body against the wall even more to not be seen at any cost. The more words were spoken, the more he knew that he was acting in a highly suspicious and wrong way. Though, he couldn’t restrain himself from doing it.

While both of the boys were waiting for your response, Midoriya saw his life being shattered in front of his eyes. Panic got the worst of his as he felt the weight of regret being placed on his shoulders. If he had acted faster and less than a baby, he thought, he could be the one confessing to you now. Nevertheless, someone else had gotten hold of you sooner as he found himself on the verge of a mental breakdown mere steps away from you.

„I’m sorry, but I have someone else that I like. Therefore I can’t accept your offer“, your soft voice echoed around the corner.

His heartbeat was the only thing he felt during the next seconds. He had a chance. He still had a change with you! With tears in his eyes he sank down to the ground, desperate to not accidentally let out a hearable sob.

Next time he would be the one to ask this question, no matter the circumstances.

TODOROKI SHOUTO

As the famous kid of a pro hero, Todoroki grew up with being confronted by the media. Now in high school he had found his own way to deal with the unwanted attention, especially when his father visited on a normal school day - He was minding his own business in his empty classroom. Literally everyone else had left once they had heard that Endeavor had been seen on school grounds.

Unfortunately, another person had used the commotion to his advantage. In a rush his classmates had not managed to close the door properly, resulting in him overhearing the conversation outside.

„(Y/N), I have something very important to tell you. Will you hear me out?“

Todoroki sat up straight in his chair and looking at the door. A few weeks prior his brother Natsuo had advised him in the art of confessing and he was pretty sure where this was leading to.

The more words stumbled out of the stranger’s mouth, the hotter grew his left side.

„I want to hold your hand everyday.“ - Don’t even think about touching (Y/N)’s definitely soft skin.

„I want to be around you everyday.“ - You should have made it to the A-class, then.

„When you smile, it’s like every sorrow disappears.“ - Oh, come on, that’s an obvious fact, you know.

By the time the poor boy under Todoroki’s judgement had finally managed to spill his question, your classmate was nearly starring a hole in the door. His heart crawled upwards to his throat where it got stuck and made him nauseous. If that didn’t end soon, he would most likely throw up somewhere. The ticking of the clock in the room didn’t make it any better.

„I’m really appreciating your feelings, thank you. But I can’t accept them“, your voice broke the silence.

The rest went rather quickly thanks to him still being stuck in his thoughts to understand what had been happening outside of the classroom until a minute ago. Some random dude had been terribly close to snatching you away from him. What if you had said yes and Todoroki would have witnessed you kissing the stranger? Calling him nicknames, cuddling with him, only smiling this bright smile at him?

Next thing he knew was you screaming after opening the door to the classroom properly.

„TODOROKI, THE CHAIR!“

He had accidentally set it on fire…

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

After a specifically stupid idea from the other four members of the BakuSquad, Bakugou decided to get the heck out of the taped classroom before he could be dragged into the scolding as well. Spending two hours on cleaning it up would only interfere with his workout plans anyways.

So instead of being sent to the principal like his four idiots, he made his way to the school yard where he sat down in the comfy shadow of the big cherry tree.

„All I want to say is that I like you, a lot and …“

Bakugou sighed a very long sigh of pure will to smash his head again something hard. But he kept it silent before getting up to waddle to some other - hopefully more peaceful and undisturbed - place. The following words didn’t even reach his ears anymore as they were covered with his mumbling.

„It really flatters me to hear that.“

Stopping his movements, Bakugou’s sounds turned more into grumbling. While clenching his teeth and forming his hands to fists inside of his pockets his head snapped into the direction that your voice had been coming from.

„What the actual fuck!“, he hissed more to himself than to somebody because there was no one around. Only a few bushes separated him from you, which made it pretty easy to eavesdrop.

The growl moved from his throat to his stomach were grew bigger and bigger until Bakugou only felt the urge to scream or punch something. This strange dude didn’t even know you properly! At least he had never seen him around. You hadn’t mentioned him either as far as he could trust his memory, which he always did.

„I hate to hurt your feelings. But I have to tell you that I can’t go out with you as I’m not feeling the same way. Please forgive me“, you said.

From the short silence afterwards Bakugou was sure that you were bowing to emphasis your apology.

„(Y/N), please! Give me a chance, I’ll make you happy, I promise!“, the other boy exclaimed louder than before.

Bakugou was up to his feet, his right hand next to his head ready to throw an explosion. When he wanted to push himself through the leaves of the plants, you called out to the other person in such a calm way that the aspiring pro hero couldn’t even think of in that moment.

„You’ll find someone better than me in the future. For now I can’t help it but hurt you, which I’m so, so sorry for. Though I’m sure that a nice guy like you will be successful soon. Good luck!“

„No, I’m the one that has to apologise. Thank you for listening to me, (Y/N).“

With that the conversation had come to an end, Bakugou practically having his hand on fire. On the other side of the bush you noticed the slight smell of caramel once the confessing boy had left. You chuckled.

„If I didn’t know it better, I would say that Bakugou is around“, you joked to yourself.

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Posted: April 5th 2020 | Requests: Open | Match-ups: Closed

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seven-homosexual-dinosaurs · 4 years

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Reunions

Alright, so I couldn’t recover the first copy, so this is my attempt to recreate the original. Once again, constructive criticism is highly appreciated, tell me how I did!

Summary: After three agonizing months, the kids manage to track their parents down.

Mary: 15 y/o

Lizzie:7 y/o

Eddie:1 and a half y/o

Mae:6 m/o

Mary hesitated at the door. In hindsight, planning for this occasion probably would’ve been a good idea. Oh well. Not much she could do at this point.

A part of the teenager was eager for what was to come; after all, it’s not everyday you reunite with your mother, who by the way, you haven’t seen in around thirty? Five hundred? Fifteen? Whatever, point is, she hadn’t seen her in a while. Just the idea of being in her mother’s safe embrace once again was enough to bring her a sense of happiness and contentment.

But then again, what if the queens and her mother were upset at the atrocities she’d committed in her first life? Mary sure as hell was no saint, and she’d be the first person to tell you this. But perhaps the joy of being reunited with their children would outweigh whatever resentment the queens held towards her. She sure hoped so.

She shifted Ed in her arms, rather accustomed to the familiar warmth he emitted. Upon reincarnation, the kids had found that both Mary and Ed had higher body temperatures, most likely due to the fact that both of them had died of illness in their first lives. None of the children seemed to have any issue with this, on the contrary, they often flocked to Mary during cold nights, something Mary found both endearing and incredibly annoying when she’d go use the bathroom in the middle of the night only to find herself met with two whiny children, furious their blanket had the audacity to leave them cold at night, if only for a couple minutes at most.

She absently wondered if her mother would be the same, as they both died of illness.

A tug on her dress jolted her from her train of thought, and she turned downwards to be met with Lizzie, a pained look on her face.

“Mary, how much longer? Mae’s heavy and I’m tired,”

Sure enough, upon closer inspection, Liz was panting slightly, her face tinted a bright red. Mary felt a jolt of guilt at this realization, offering Liz a sheepish smile and a pat on her head. Seeing as two of the siblings weren’t able to walk yet, they’d had to settle for carrying their younger siblings. At first, Mary had been rather reluctant to let a seven year old carry a baby, but with no other alternative options, Mary had settled for carefully handing Mae over, explaining how to carry her to ensure she wouldn’t fall and making Liz promise not to drop her.

Inhaling shakily, Mary turned back towards the door. She raised her hand to knock before changing her mind and settling for the doorbell. Better chance of someone answering.

After a couple seconds where Mary began to worry no one would answer, a series of rapid footsteps and a hurried “Coming!” alerted her to someone coming. She waited awkwardly for a couple more seconds before the door swung open to reveal a tall woman, clad in a red hoodie with the words “QUEEN OF THE CASTLE” written out on the front in gold.

Taking a moment to compose herself, Mary spoke up.

“Um... is this the home of Catherine of Aragon?”

Christ, she was a queen, why on earth did she have to sound like an awkward teenager?!

The woman’s expression immediately became guarded. “Why do you ask?”

Really, Mary should’ve thought about how this must look. Four shifty children show up at your door asking for your housemate. Hmmm, yes, not suspicious at all.

Mary drew herself to her full height, hoping to appear more confident than she felt. “I am Mary Tudor of Aragon. Here with Elizabeth Tudor Boleyn, (Liz waved shyly from behind her) Edward Tudor Seymour, (Ed yawned and snuggled into the crook of her neck, fast asleep) and Mary Seymour Parr (Mae looked up at the sound of her name). We’re here looking for our mothers,”

A stunned silence followed her declaration. Mary awkwardly shifted her weight like the awkward teenager she now realized she was. Was she too forwards? No, that couldn’t be it, she was simply stating the facts. Perhaps sensing the tension, Liz spoke up:

“I want my mummy!”

Liz’s words seemed to jolt the woman from whatever trance Mary had put her in. She stood up straight, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly.

“Right. So. Um. Whatever I expected, that definitely wasn’t it. Uuuuuuh.... I don’t suppose you recognize me?”

Mary face scrunched up in concentration. Whilst this woman did strike her as incredibly familiar, she couldn’t quite place her. Giving a defeated sigh, she shook her head. The woman offered a sympathetic smile.

“That’s fine. I’m Anne of Cleves, Anna of Cleves Anna von Cleves, whatever’s easiest. Y’know, your mom’s fellow divorcee buddy,”

Mary nodded. Now that she thought about it, she should’ve guessed this was Cleves. Always wearing red, a chill, relaxed energy that could disappear the moment she thought you posed a threat to her family, plus that calm, mellow voice that Mary’d become so accustomed to in her first life. Really, Mary was surprised it took her this long to recognize her. Cleves continued:

“Alright so, you can just wait here in the entrance- don’t touch anything. Children or not, Jane will show no mercy to anyone who breaks that vase, yeah, they were gifts from the ladies. You guys wait right there, I’ll go get Lina,”

And with that, Cleves took off up the stairs, murmuring something that Mary didn’t quite catch, although she did make out a “Holy fucking shitballs holy fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck,” Before a loud “LINA HOLY SHHHHhhoooooot,”. That last statement was accompanied by an apologetic look sent in the kid’s direction and a questioning look on Liz’s face. Yep, definitely Cleves.

Mary hesitantly entered the home, waiting for Liz to walk in with Mae before closing the door behind her. Looking around the entrance, she saw the vase that Cleves was referring to. It was a light blue flower vase, decorated with various musical instruments. Looking around some more, Mary’s eyes landed on a coat rack, six variously colored coats on the hooks. Mary immediately decided she liked the yellow-gold coat most.

As her eyes travelled around the room, a collection of pictures hung up on the wall caught her attention. A woman with dark hair held up in two buns flipping the camera off with one hand, the other slung around a laughing girl with bright pink hair held up in a high ponytail. A blond haired woman giving an exasperated smile to the camera as three women played some sort of board game in the background. The woman with the buns was yelling at Cleves, who by the looks of it was having the time of her life as the pink haired girl facepalmed from her position between them.

Before she could investigate any more, a set of voices caught her attention. The first one, she recognized as Cleves. The second, she-

Holy shit.

She’d know that voice anywhere.

Oh fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckFUCK.

She was not ready.

But still, time waits for no one, and Mary could only wait for the inevitable.

The two came into view, Cleves holding her hands over Aragon’s eyes while Aragon’s lips turned up into an amused smile and holy shit she missed that smile.

“Anna, I swear to god if this is another prank-”

“Relax, I get the feeling you’re really gonna like this,”

“Somehow I don’t trust that,”

Cleves shot Mary an ear splitting grin as Mary swallowed the lump in her throat. Now or never.

Grinning, Cleves ripped her hands away from Aragon’s eyes. “SURPRISE!”

Time seemed to freeze as the Spaniards made eye contact. Mary became acutely aware of how quiet the room had become and for the first time, Mary felt she could properly use the expression “You could hear a pin drop,”. Forcing the unease she felt down, Mary forced herself to speak up.

“Mum-”

All attempts of speaking were silenced as Mary was suddenly wrapped in a bone crushing hug. Tears sprang to her eyes as holy fuck she was in her mum’s arms again and she’d forgotten how safe and strong her arms were and all she could smell was mum and she just felt so safe.

“Mami” Mary choked out, wrapping her free arm around her mother, tears running down her face like water dripping down a window during a storm.

“Mija” Aragon answered, digging her face into Mary’s hair, both women clutching each other as if the other might disappear if they let go, and with everything that had happened in the past few months, Mary wasn’t quite sure that wouldn’t happen. However, this moment, as all good things do, came to an end. Ed it appeared, didn’t quite like waking up squished in the middle of a hug, and promptly burst into tears.

Aragon blinked, seemingly surprised by the sudden outburst. She then looked behind Mary, and it just then seemed to dawn on her what was happening.

“Is that-”

“Yep!” Liz shouted, popping the “p”. Pointing an accusatory finger at Mary, she continued.

“You got to see your momma, I want mine!”

Aragon detached herself from Mary to her disappointment and crouched down to look Liz in the eyes.

“Well little one, I think that’s an excellent idea,” turning to Cleves, she began,

“Can you-”

“Already on it,”

And with that, Cleves took off up the stairs once more.

Aragon turned back to Liz, observing the way she shifted and struggled under Mae’s weight. “She seems a bit heavy for you love. Would you like me to carry her?”

Liz turned to Mary for confirmation, and upon receiving an affirmative nod, turned back to Aragon and nodded. Aragon carefully took a curious Mae from Liz, who sighed in relief at the absent of the sixteen pounds she’d been carrying earlier. Mae simply stared at Aragon before looking down and trying to fit her fist in her mouth.

An unfamiliar voice attracted all of their attention. The pink haired girl from the pictures was descending the stairs, her attention on the hoodie clad woman behind her.

“What do you mean they’re back? How do you-”

Her mouth opened in an “oh” at the scene before her. She stared at the children for a couple seconds before turning back to Cleves. “I take it you want me to call everyone at once?”

“Please Kitty Kat?”

Kitty Kat? Mary turned to her mother for an explanation, only to be met with a mouthed “I’ll explain later”

Kitty Kat turned back to the kids, clasping her hands together.

“Alright! So could you cover the little one’s ears please? This could get a bit messy,”

Mary complied, covering a still sniffling Ed’s ears. Aragon covered Liz’s ears, who in turn covered Mae’s. Inhaling deeply, Kitty Kat turned to the stairs.

“ANNIE GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE OR THE COFFEE’S FUCKING GONE!”

Mary briefly wondered how that single call was supposed to summon three women before she was met with three ear-splitting shrieks.

“KATHERINE HOWARD YOU BETTER STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE COFFEE!”

“LANGUAGE!”

“KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!”

Ah, so that was Howard.

Turning to a horrified Cleves and a slightly impressed Aragon, Howard smiled sweetly. “Done,”. She then turned to address Mary and Aragon. “Yeah, you might wanna keep their ears covered for a bit more. Mary nodded carefully, slightly worried of what was to come. Three pairs of footsteps thundered down the stairs as the last two women from the pictures flew down the stairs, accompanied by a third woman.

“Katherine Howard you will stay away from the coffee or so help me,”

A woman with curly black hair wearing a light blue hoodie.

“Kitty, let’s watch the language, k love?”

The blonde from the picture, this time clad in a light grey sweatshirt.

“KAAAAAAAAAAAAT!”

The woman with the buns from the picture, wearing a bright green crop top with the words “Not today Satan” written on it in cursive.

Kat smiled and jerked her head towards the entrance. All women froze at the sight of the children. The blonde’s hands lifted to her mouth as the woman in the blue hoodie’s hands clutched at her chest. The woman with the space buns fell to her knees in shock. Liz, who had been covering Mae’s ears with the concentration of someone trying to defuse a bomb, looked up at the women who has entered the scene. Her face lit up as her eyes landed on the woman with the space buns. “Mummy!”

Liz sprinted into Boleyn’s open arms as the two Boleyns clutched each other tightly.

“Lizzie? Oh my lord Lizzie please tell me it’s you. Lizzie tell me I’m not dreaming,”

Liz, who it appeared was trying to crush Boleyn in her hug, hummed contently. Howard gently led the two to the couch, where she sat them both down. Liz latched onto Boleyn’s neck, while Boleyn, for once in her life, seemed completely speechless. Howard, perhaps sensing her cousin wouldn’t be speaking anytime soon, took charge. Turning to Liz, she offered the girl a wide smile.

“Hi Lizzie! I’m your aunt Kitty!”

Liz returned Howard’s smile with her own toothy grin.

“Hi aunt Kitty! Look, I found my mummy! I lost her for a while, but I found her again!”

Howard laughed heartily. “You sure did!”

Across the room, Mae began fussing. Seemingly upset at the lack of attention she was receiving, she began whining and grabbing at the nearest person, who happened to be the woman in the blue hoodie. Aragon smiled at this. “Looks like the little one wants her mummy, don’t you baby?”

So that must be Parr.

Aragon placed Mae in Parr’s arms, who held her like she was made of glass and could shatter at any second. Mae immediately relaxed in her mother’s arms, snuggling into her hoodie. Parr cleared her throat awkwardly.

“Hi Mae, it’s mummy,”

Mae blinked up at her before giving a wide yawn. Parr laughed.

“You sleepy? Well love, I think after the day we’ve had today, we’re both gonna need a long nap,”

Mae yawned once more in response, prompting another laugh from the blue queen. As she shifted the babe into a more comfortable position.

A loud cry rang throughout the room, catching everyone’s attention. Mary awkwardly rocked a sobbing Ed, her attempts proving futile. Aragon stepped closer to her.

“I think it’s about time little Eddie got his turn, don’t you think?”

Mary nodded, turning towards the last woman, who she supposed must be Seymour. Seymour waited eagerly, a cross between anxiety and excitement. Mary placed Ed, who had since stopped crying and was staring at Seymour curiously, in her waiting arms. Seymour inhaled shakily before beginning.

“Hi baby, I’m your mummy,”

Ed stared at her blankly before reaching a grubby little hand out to grab at her face.

“Ma!”

Seymour gave a watery laugh.

“That right Eddie, I’m your mummy!” Her voice cracked nearing the end of her sentence as she let out a choked sob, clutching Ed tightly to her chest. Ed seemed rather unperturbed by this and settled for sticking fistfuls of Seymour’s hair in his mouth, who seemed just as unconcerned for the baby trying to eat her hair as Ed was for being stuck in his mother’s loving embrace. Smiling, Mary turned to look around the room.

Boleyn, who it appeared had regained her voice, was bouncing Liz on her lap as Howard told her stories of the shenanigans her mother had gotten into in her absence, Boleyn jumping in periodically to add a detail that Howard had forgotten. Parr was rocking a drowsy Mae to sleep, quietly singing a lullaby that Mary didn’t quite recognize. Cleves had joined Ed and Seymour and was entertaining Ed with funny faces and voices. Seymour seemed to have calmed down and was bouncing Ed, who seemed enthralled by Cleve’s voices and faces, on her knee. His shrieks of laughter echoed throughout the room.

Mary gave a contented sigh and pressed herself to her mother’s side, basking in her warmth. She was right, her mum was rather warm. Giving a final look around the room, she finally felt fully at peace. It had taken three months. Three agonizing months, but they’d made it. And suddenly nothing else mattered, because these children, these beaten, broken children, were whole again.

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ive only seen a few eps of the magicians and not to stir up the disk horse flames any higher but as a fellow bi Elliott sounds very much like he's not. like I really don't like that take on him that 'hes bi he just has a strong preference' bc it reminds me of when like straight people try and convince gay n lesbians that 'no u just have a preference ur prob bi so we can totally still hook up u never know til u try' which is,,, gross (1/2)

And also just look at any pic of Elliott, that man is a Homosexual™ he radiates gay energy, just like Q radiates Bi energy. 2 v diff things (2/2)

yep literally lmao. like. thats what bugs me about it too honestly like as a bi person your attraction is not “wow i love this one gender so so so so much and love sleeping with people of this gender and love my attraction to this one gender and center my attraction to this gender and uuuuuuh idk i guess i sometimes like a different gender but i avoid having sex with people of that gender at all costs and hate having sex with people of that gender and can only have relationships with that gender when its forced or i’m drunk/high” like honestly that sounds more like internalized homophobia/comphet than anything to do w bisexual attraction. and like. obviously its more complicated when talking abt bi women bc comphet applies to them as well & feelings towards men as a woman are always gonna be complicated but as it is eliots a dude (a cis dude, presumably) and it’s not an equal exchange type of concept there. bi people can and do have preferences All The Time, even strong ones like “i mostly sleep with men but might sleep with a woman i really really like”. what a bi preference ISNT is literally dreading romantic/sexual interactions w a different gender to the point of hating it. it’s way too similar to arguments used to convince gay people they should id as bi instead.

#discourse cw #ask to tag #anonymous #*answers

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takaraphoenix · 4 years

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Here’s a post I held back because I wanted to see the whole season fold out to see if there was a very specific goal to it. Now that I’ve seen it all, I gotta make this post.

The outfall of the Titans was utter bullshit.

It was far too blown out of proportions. The writers should have gotten a more valid reason to justify this extreme outfall.

But... “instead of already being dead when I arrived, he only died later protecting me”, that... that’s a half-truth. Sure. But also a “it hurts me very much and I feel guilty since he died to protect me, personally” kind of excusable lie because well, that shit hurts.

Had the truth actually been something along the lines of... Dick directly causing some form of accident that led to Jericho’s death? But Dick had come clean to Jericho about everything, Jericho was there on his own account, had made an informed decision and a choice and he had died to protect Dick.

Like, Rose running out, being angry? 100% justified. He’s her brother, she has the right to be angry.

Hank, Dawn and Donna being angry that they had been lied to for years, additionally also having known Jericho personally? Absolutely understandable.

But Raven and Jason were just absolute bullshit and actually... contradictive to their previous behavior?

In fact, it was contradictive to Raven’s following characterization too.

She first and foremost latched onto Dick. Her three anchor points are Dick, Gar and Kory. They’re the people she knows, closely, and the people she trusts.

She did not know Jericho at all. And she left, angry, because Dick had never opened up and told them anything (calling out how Donna and the others at least got half-truths) but... this... how do you complain about someone not opening up to you and then leaving directly when he starts opening up to you...? That... doesn’t check out.

Neither does leaving with Donna, when all three of her primary people of reference - Dick, Kory and Gar - were still at the tower. She... doesn’t even know Donna? They only really met when everyone came to save Raven and they didn’t exactly get to talk a lot with each other and then Donna basically already fucked off again after and... we weren’t exactly shown big Donna-Rachel bonding when the old Titans returned to San Francisco.

What I’m saying is that if Kory had left first and Rachel had decided to go with her? Yes. Okay. Because Kory had become her main female role model and the slight feeling of betrayal from Dick would have pushed her toward picking Kory.

But when all three of her people are still present in the tower... there really was nothing to actually justify pushing Rachel into leaving the tower...? Sure, Kory ended up leaving too, but for her sister, not because of what Dick had just confessed. And Gar didn’t even consider quitting. Their reactions were proportional to the situation at hand; Rachel’s reaction was very oddly blown out of proportions.

And what even was that with Jason...?

Up until that very scene, Jason had been depicted as a... very invested Dick Grayson fanboy. He had been the one character most enthusiastic about becoming a Titan. He had... he had literally gone onto a dangerous solo mission, nearly getting himself, Gar and Dick killed on the way, mere days ago because he had decided not to communicate...?

But his... basically, his idol, opening up to him - especially first of everyone, Dick told Jason - and admitting how a mission had gone out of hand...? How is that a justification to turn your back on your idol, to turn your back on the whole team and to play angry, angsty, horny teenager for the rest of the season...?

Like, I understand why - from the overall meta writers perspective - it happened, because the writers wanted to isolate Dick to make him go to prison on his merry journey of self-discovery.

But you... you can’t just take the endgame and make up a flimsy way of getting there? You have to build a solid lead up to that. And... they really didn’t do that. They should have invested in a more believable reason for everyone to leave, not just a valid reason for half of them and uh I mean mmmh I guess Rachel is now a Rebellious Teen who is pouty with dad for not telling the whole truth and uuuuuuh yeah no I got nothing Jason just wants to fuck Rose let’s go with that is that enough...?

It’s... even more disappointing on Jason’s end, because at least Rachel came back around to status quo - being that she is incredibly emotionally invested in her family and especially in Dick and is willing to move heaven and Earth to protect them and keep them safe and together; you know, her entire characterization throughout the show aside from when she went pouty and ran away for a little bit there to allow Nightwing’s Origins to happen.

But Jason just... stays... away? Even after he gets texted from that the team needs him? And he somehow didn’t catch the news about, you know, Dick in prison and all that? Even Rose went “No the Titans need us”, but he, of all people, just fucks off like that...?

That just... That just contradicts the way they portrayed the character so far and sure, people change. But so sudden and over such a flimsy excuse...? It’d have needed a more solid foundation for this incredibly huge change of heart on his part.

This just makes me rather mad, particularly considering that Dick being “too good to majorly screw up” isn’t even a problem for the writers? Like, if they were to try and portray him in the light of a gloriously goody goody-two-shoes whose biggest misdeed is a half-truth about how a fellow hero sacrificed himself to save Dick’s life...? Oookay fiiine, but... that is literally followed by Dick just straight-up abandoning Gar and Conner, two minors to whom he had - willingly or not - become the primary caretaker, causing the kids to get abducted and brainwashed. Like. That. That kind of behavior would absolutely be a valid justification for Rachel, who loves Gar a great deal, to just walk out angrily and for Jason, who admires Dick a great deal, to feel let down by his hero. But! That is not the order things happened in! And that is the infuriating part for me. Because the writers prove to be capable of writing a huge fuck up scenario. So... why not come up with a properly huge fuck-up scenario to justify this incredibly important event?

And I’m not trying to down-play Jericho’s not-actually-fully-dead death here. That was... horrific and absolutely understandable that it led to the break-up of the original Titans and I completely understand why Dick not telling the original Titans the full truth about it all would leave them feeling betrayed.

But for the new Titans...? If they were now actually told the truth, the whole truth, how... how’s that a reason for them to leave? A guy you didn’t even know, who was fully aware of every aspect of what he was getting into, made the choice to sacrifice himself to save a person who right now means a lot to you and is part of your team and this sacrifice clearly scared the person you care about a lot. So... let’s just angrily leave now that he finally started to open up to you, huh.

If he hadn’t... I may have more understanding for Rachel and Jason leaving. If Dick had continued like he did earlier this season, completely keeping the new Titans out of the loop, only, if at all, sharing with the old Titans, or trying to do everything on his own. If Dick had decided to come clean, but very specifically only to Hank, Dawn and Donna, and if Jason and Rachel, having once again been excluded from something, had then seen the three angrily storm out...? I think I would have bought that as a reason to quit, at least over how it actually played out.

#thiiis #turned out longer #than expected #ooopsie #guess I have strong feelings #on the matter #but also like...#I totally do #Dick Grayson #Rachel Roth #Jason Todd #Titans #DC Comics

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mintypupcake · 5 years

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Tagged by @anxious-freak

Rules: Answer the questions and then tag 10 people

Name: You can call me... *slowly removes sunglasses* Minty... Or Destiny. That's my real name; Destiny.

Age: 24 as of yesterday.

Favorite colors: I just say red for the sake of simplicity because if I responded "burgundy" or "maroon" every time I'd feel like a pretentious arse. Also pretty big on high contrast palettes, like black and white or blue and red.

When did you make your account?: Oh geez, I think it was... 2014 ish? This was originally supposed to be a straight up art account but then it devolved to just fanart and THEN it became a multi-fandom account where I just dump all the shit I'm into.

Dream vacation: Somewhere cold. With snow. I NEVER see good snow fall anymore. I miss it a lot.

Follower account: 242. I honestly never check- higher than I anticipated.

Superpower: Shapeshifting seems cool. I'd get to be my own personal art reference for like everything.

Favorite drink: Mango or peach tea. Absolutely delicious. I could drink it by the gallons.

A Song you Currently Like: Red by Mt.Wolf. I have a huge playlist of like super atmospheric songs, because that's my favorite thing to draw to is something hella atmospheric. This is the one I've been playing most often.

Dream Career: Animation. Just anything in animation. Getting to play a part in creating a story and seeing it develop from writing stages to storyboarding to actual full on animation just sounds so amazing. Cartoons have just always had this place in my heart and I imagine they always will.

Hogwarts house: Slytherin makes the most sense, I think. Buuuuut I've developed alot as a person, especially over the passed couple years (I'm almost a well-written character). Might have changed since last being housed. Or, I don't know, I'm generally pretty chill with most things, just in general, but there's a craftiness there that I bust out if I feel I can use my powers for good and not evil. Or if I can use to to protect the ones I love *brooding early 2000s superhero pose*

Favorite character of the week: Jim. I don't know what it is about his character but he's one of the only protagonists I kinda connect with? Usually I just see the disgusting goblin side characters in a thing and I'm all "#me," but idk. With him I'm like "#me" but also "protect him. he needs protection. this is a good boi. put on a sweater it's cold outside, good boi."

Christmas or Halloween: uuuuuuh, without getting super personal, I've never really like super family-oriented holidays, for reasons. Sooo Halloween because reasons and also it's just really fun, even if I rarely partake.

Ok, I'm not tagging 10, buuuut I will tag these fuckers. Because they have the misfortune of knowing me irl. So suck it, all of you.

@tika-the-great @zannanjk @error37982

#trollhunters #minty replies #tag game

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krakenator · 5 years

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CHAPTER 2 aka “The Stab-Lands”

Moving right along, this story's pacing absolutely does not fuck around

This is about the webcomic The Property of Hate and SPOILERS are sprinkled around extremely liberally. Masterpost here

I had to look up what Rushes are in writing/editing speak- it’s a term for raw, unedited footage. Bet it’s also kinda a reference maybe to how TPoH jumps from “here’s our set-up!” to “now Die” within 30 pages

Ey, you can actually see that RGB is super not down with water like 10 pages BEFORE he’s being dragged screaming into it! Fun times

It seems like he’s actually kinda more pissed about the marker-face prank than I thought him as on my first read. Red’s his most prominent drip (tho, there’s some green in there too. Plus, part of the anger is probably “this made me have to come within 2 inches of water, so you can understand the kind of stress I’m under”

As a side note I’m generally not counting RGB’s yellow drip in anything because it’s, uh, preeeetty consistent. Like, the more you pay attention to the drooling the more you realize RGB’s default background radiation of emotional Molotov cocktail is Scared and :(

RGB is an anxious mess. Massive mood

Yikes, not liking that Doubts are already just following Hero around like that. perhaps not too surprised since she just had her talk with the Butterfly...

“You’re not dead already? Damn. Wishful thinking I suppose...”

RGB, the very next day: “i fucked up i fucked up i fucked up she’s dead i fucked up i fucked-”

Considering Hero has said nothing so far today that would be a lie, this one must have come from the Butterfly. Now, which part of that conversation was the fib...? “You are a wise hero?” “I must go now?”

alternatively, it spawned just by sheer presense of RGB being Here, Existing, and Shady

… it’s a LITTLE WHITE LIE

Makes me wonder what the visual difference is between a little fib and a big honking stinker of a fiction

We also haven’t seen another one throughout the comics current run... are they only able to manifest in areas favorable to it? Or more impressively, does RGB manage to never directly lie?

That’s a skill, I’ll give him props

RGB gets Big Sad as he cautions Hero against Doubts, stating that they can swallow you whole. Who wants to bet he’s seen that happen? Who wants to bet it was a Hero?

WAIT A MINUTE (hits rewind button) TAKE IT BACK NOW Y’ALL

I thought this was RGB adjusting his sleeve, but remember that later he pulls a whole magician’s string of handkerchiefs out of his sleeve, and Hero empties, like, a surprising amount of magicians stuff out of his jacket even later- that handkerchief he uses to wipe his screen actually came from his sleeve! And that’s why he tosses it away on page 24- he’s got tons more where it came from

You can become frozen with fear har har har

Are y’all ready, we’re gonna start a “RGB gets FUCKING WRECKED” counter. I fully anticipate double digits before we reach the comics current end.

Counter currently = 1

“We split” has been pointed out to be a reference to the opening of Shakespeare’s ‘The Tempest’ when the ship capsizes. RGB is also confirmed to be unaware of a Certain Somebody, and the final ‘we split’ is dripping upward like that partiular Dark Boi…

RGB confirmed for insufferable theatre nerd

Meanwhile, a Doubt and the Lie literally just chill and live their life while RGB almost gets baptized less than 5 feet away

Hero has a scar here for the rest of the comic, which is a nice touch. Glass’ll do that t’ya, for sure

Bruh he straight up checks for her pulse on page 35. Good to know the implication that she CAN straight up Die in a Normal Way this world. For every hero that’s been, uuuuuuh, transformed and now just Live in this world, how many do you think have straight up died?

That is, assuming that all Hero’s are/were human

Ah, the tree’s are starting to sprout leaves again- I wonder if that means it’s getting late in the day and they’re gearing up to Dream again

Not that it’s come up in-comic at all, but you’d have to think that the other thing that fucks RGB up as badly as water has to be magnets

The Lie (probably the same one) continues to follow them for a bit, which reinforces my thought that Lies are just kinda attracted to RGB on account of being himself.

Oop- I was right, Hero DID draw the House of Paint back at her house!

Fun times! Check out the next chapter for some worldbuilding and to watch RGB sell his blood for goods and services

#tpoh time with Gill #tpoh #the property of hate

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CAN I GET AN UUUUUUH “I just… I love you.” WITH LOKI

“AHHHHHHHHH” you screamed.“What the hell was that thing?” Loki said“It was too fast for me to notice...” you mumbled behind the pillow. You and Loki were just trying to have a normal date night, watching a normal movie, eating abnormal food. (Note to self never order from that place again). “Loki, go check..” you whispered.“I’m good love”“LOKI” You whined “It’s not bothering us darling..it will leave sooner or later”You stared at him pouting even though his attention was on the movie that was still playing. You took the remote and turned off the TV.“Now was that necessary?”“Go check” you said. You made sure your voice was strong and stern.“Fine..” he grumbled. He got up and walked into the kitchen. Took a look around and 2 minutes later, he came back and plopped back down on the couch.“Well?..”“Oh, it was a mouse.” He said so calmly.You stared at him in shock.“We’re running low on popcorn, I thought you should know.” He added on.“There’s..a..mouse..in..my..KITCHEN! And you’re worried about the POPCORN!?” “No..I’m not just worried about the popcorn okay? we’re also missing the movie..” he said as he slowly tried reaching for the remote.“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god” you quickly put your feet onto the couch to where you were sitting in a ball then threw the blanket over your head.“Darling..it’s honestly quite okay..”“There’s a mouse in my apartment, there. Is. A. Mouse..in my apartment” you kept mumbling to yourself. “I’ll get rid of it, if that’s what you want..” “Please baby..please”He rolled his eyes, got up, and headed straight for the kitchen.It only took him 10 mins to kill the mouse, but it took you two an hour to clean up the mess he made trying to kill it.——————————————————————“You are the strongest girl I know, you win any and every fight...but you are scared of a tiny mouse” he chuckled.“Diseases are not fun Loki”He let out a big laugh. “It’s cute when you’re actually scared.”Your rolled your eyes then stretched out your legs so they were resting on his legs.You looked in the corner of your eye and saw him staring at you.“What?”“I just..I love you”“Whatever..” you blushed then turned the movie back on. “Oh look a spider..”“LOKI!”“Just kidding”

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toastydehmer · 5 years

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Colors Ask

Original list can be found here! Though some of these were doctored up a wee bit just so I could make better sense of them.

[RED] What are you most passionate about? How did this passion develope?

My passion has been creating these ideas and worlds and AUs or even just overarching plots to stories I'll probably never write. It started with my voracious habit to read - something I probably do WAY too much of if I'm too be honest. As I read I would theorize and extrapolate from what the story told so far and I guess it became a habit. Now I look at fandoms I like or pairings and suddenly and writing down notes, sketching designs, and looking up references for this whole new Alternate Universe just because I can. I love it!

[ORANGE] How many pieces of fruit do you aim to eat per day? What do you actually manage?

Uh, I don't eat often bub. A meal at McDonalds is enough to fill me up for an entire 24-hour period. I eat fruit when my body craves it which tends to be about once a week to every other week.

[YELLOW] What's your happy place? Real or fictional?

Okay. That 'happy place' idea is utter bullshit. When I get an anxiety/panick attack, I don't go to a tranquil place in my mind and start to feel better. That doesn't help because guess what, an idle mind is the perfect playground for personal demons. Happy Places probably exist but they don't do jackshit once you're already in one and besides, I couldn't never keep my thoughts straight enough in the middle of an attack to make a decision.

[GREEN] Do you prefer indoors or outdoors? What's your favorite flower to smell?

Indoors during winter and late autumn, outdoors the rest of the year. I like to just lay in the grass when the sun is high on a clear, breezy day and bask in the light like a cat. As for flower... hell if I know. A flower is a flower to my brain.

[BLUE] What is your favorite mode of long distance transportation? Have you ever been on a plane? If so, what was it like?

Uh, car. I've only been a plane plane twice (nearly passed right out walling to my seat the first time I was so terrified) but both were utterly boring. The book I brought with I finished before half the trip was over. Though it was fun seeing the clouds, I think they would get boring after so many trips. And besides, in a car trip on my own, I can play whatever music I want however loud I please.

[INDIGO] What's your top three names? Would you ever consider having children?

I actually have a list in Google Drive because my boyfriend and I had started talking about the possibility of having kids sometime in the next five to ten years. Looking at it, it's hard to choose but it follows a pattern of a Latin, Greek, or Irish word that had meaning.

Daughter: it would be Eirini (Greek: Peace), Elpida (Greek: Hope), and Nadur (Irish: Nature).

Son: Anam (Latin: Soul), Rioga (Irish: Royal), and Nostrum (Latin: Ours).

[VIOLET] What's your favorite cake flavour? Are you any good at baking?

Chocolate hands down. If it's chocolate you got me. And yes, I am very good at baking. My two favorite recipes are Red Velvet cake with Cream Cheese frosting and Flour-less Chocolate Torte. Both arevcompletely from scratch mind you, frosting and all. So god damned delicious.

[PURPLE] Do you support the Royal Family? Who is your favorite historical figure and why?

Royal Family? Well, I don't know anything about them instead of Royal Family how about President? And no, I do not support a large portion of Trump's decisions mainly to do with his methods and the nuances of those decisions.

Also, I don't really have a favorite hostiorical figure? Or even one I like? To me they're like one big tapestry that details the human race, one which is still continually being added to. They are a part of the whole. Which to put in layman's terms means I like history overall more than any singular person involved.

[PINK] What is your favorite animal? Zoos or farms?

CATS!!! I love house cats, big cats, wild cats, domesticated cats, exotic cats, local cats, cats, cats, cats! But not the musical, lol. But I'd rather see cats in their natural habits. Hells, I'd rather see all animals in their natural habits when considering non-domesticaed animal breeds. I don't like either of them if the purpose is to just visit the animals in them.

[TURQUOISE] Do you like being in the sea? What coastal town is your favorite to visit?

Hm. I was born and raised in the land of ten thousand lakes and have only ever been to the coast twice, the Gulf of Mexico and the Southern Californian coast in specific. I was able to wade into the ocean when I went to the Gulf but I don't think that would be a good choice to base my decision on as I was stung my floating remnants of jellyfish and then didn't risk going in again after that. To make things easier, let's go with large bodies of water in general, to which the answer is a wholesome yes. I love to swim and float in the water.

[MINT] Do you like astrology? Do you consider Pluto a 'real planet'?

Ah. This question. I do occasionally practice witchcraft when I have a good purpose to do so - such as making a charm for a friend, cleansing my home, and other such things. Astrology is part of what I do so yes, I like it in the sense that it helps me work or stronger correspondences. As for Pluto....bot really. Pluto is a dwarf planet by scientific standards. In my practice, there isn't much to tie it to outside of a person's sign related to it. It's hard to work with it because of this as all the other planets (substituting earth with the moon here) have ample correspondences.

[CRIMSON] Have you ever broken and bone before? Do you enjoy going to the dentist?

Hell no to both questions. Next!

[AMBER] Do you have a license to drive? If now, how do you get around?

Yes I do! I have a 2007 Volkswagen Jetta Wolfsberg edition. My first car, used it be my dad. I've had it for just about two years now and I keep her in tip top shape as much as a possibly can! Just wish I had a proper garage so I could do my own small repairs and work on her.

[LIME] Do you like monkeys? Do you believe the theory of evolution?

No, I don't really care for monkeys. And from a scientific standpoint, yes I do.

[TANGERINE] How tall are you? Do you ever wish you were taller or shorter?

I am literally just a hair below 5'11" and for a woman my age where I live, that is really tall. I match height with most men I've met. But I do sometimes wish I was shorter just because my height and stature paired with my resting bitch face tend to intimidate or slightly scare people when they first meet me. I often have to explain that, "No, I'm not angry, this is just my normal look when I'm not really feeling any specific emotion. You're fine, I swear. I just look like this." And I'm a gentle giant. Think BFG if you know it. I'm the one who will jump in to protect and be a meat shield for someone else but am unable to raise a hand for my own safety. People being scared of me just makes me feel really damn sad and depressed.

[AZURE] Which gender and sexuality do you most identify with?

Uuuuuuh. Hm. Well- that is kinda a hard question? For gender I think the closest I can relate to is genderfliud. I don't have any body dysphoria but I do know there are times I feel way more masculine than feminine. The reverse is just as equally true. And then there are times where I don't feel like I have a specific gender. Sexuality can make this kind of hard to pin down for me. Put it this way. I am panromantic but I find males sexually arousing much more than I do females. And for those curious (unlikely anyone) I'll go by any pronoun. He, she, it, they/them, I really don't give a fuck.

[BEIGE] What is your favorite pop/soda? Do you enjoy alcohol?

P E P S I. Coke is an abomination, something which my boyfriend heavily disagrees with the heathen... I don't....really like to drink often. Alcoholism kind of runs in the family and due to that, I'm more likely to form a codependency on it as well. My family on my Dad's side is heavily German if that helps make more sense. But I do enjoy sweet wines the very few times I allow myself a glass, no more than two.

[CORAL] What is your favorite Disney movie? Who does it better, Disney or Pixar?

You- you can't just ASK me this!! I grew up on Disney! To pick a favorite would be blasphemous of me!!! Also, if that didn't make it clear, Pixar can suck my sack. Disney for the win.

[SAPPHIRE] Do you wear any jewelry? What do you think looks best on other people?

I wear a silver ring on me right middle finger everyday 24/7 and only take it off during my job or when I'm going into any amount of water. I used to wear earrings as well but I lost my silver pair and I can only wear gold or silver. Yes, I have tried to nail polish trick and hypoallergenic. No, I couldn't get either to work with me. My ears would still puss around the non-pure metal earrings. Now I only wear any of my other earrings when I'm doing something special and never for more than a few hours or so.

[GOLD] What do you consider your biggest achievement? When was the last time you won (at) something?

Ah, achievements, things that

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Preston hummed a tune somewhat offkey under his breath as he sorted through the rest of the days appointments. Just the usual high confidentiality, bi-weekly sort to go over for the third time that day, just to make sure he remembered, and half of them were already underway or just about finished.

It was honestly pretty quiet at the club, and, while he wasn’t all that sure why, he was pretty thankful for it. Trying to fit in sudden walk-ins was always a hassle, and he really wasn’t feeling it today.

Smooth sailing today, he thought. Like a fool.

It isn’t the roar of music from the strip-joint that notifies him there’s someone approaching. Rather, it’s the familiar cursing of his friend stumbling into the potted plant near the waiting rooms chairs that makes Preston jump out of his skin from the break in the relative silence of the room.

“Rohan?” Preston sputters, green eyes blinking at the other monster as he gripped the wobbly pot. “Where did you come from!?”

“From the back- ugh. Gods-damn it.”

Preston feels his soul skip its beat for a second time when Rohan looks up at him with two bright, magenta eye-lights. The skeleton smiles sheepishly as he straightens back up and brushes invisible dust off his clothes. Even as he tries to regain his dignity, the flush of magenta along his markings betrays more than just his embarrassment.

Even so, Preston still feels it is necessary to ask, “You, uh, ok there dude?”

To his utter shock and surprise, Roh gives one rather shrill bark of a laugh and answers honestly. “Ah, no, not really. Sorry Pres, but um, I was just trying to get to the office without making a scene. Fynn.. is in today, right?”

“Um,” Preston glances down the hall before nervously meeting the skeletons gaze. “He’s, uh, in a appointment at the moment, so... office is locked up.”

Upon the flash of panic that alights his friends eyes, Preston waves his hands about in a small panic of his own, words spilling out of him to try and comfort the clearly distressed skeleton.

“Woah, hey, but, uh, it should be just about over, I mean, they’ve been back there for awhile now and, like, that client doesn’t usually take up to much time, so he’ll probably be out soon, no worries- unless you’re? Really bad right now?? I could maybe, uh, page someone who isn’t busy to come help you out in the meantime, keep you company-”

“I think I can wait a little longer, thanks.”

Preston’s jaw shuts with a clack, his orange fur lighting up with an embarrassed blush of his own as he realized he’d been nervously babbling. He scratches behind his ear as he slumps back over the counter.

“Oh. Well, uh. Okay, then-”

He then yelps as Rohan hops the counter, landing directly in his lap, and proceeds to get himself comfortable.

“You can keep me company for a bit though. Your lack of horny should be enough to keep my inner puppy down, kitten. Show me some cute Oreo pictures or something, I know you’ve got thousands of them.”

“Uuuuuuh, o-okay.”

And so, the Oreo pictures were brought out. Showing off his cat was something he could always get behind.

It’d been actual years since he’d had a lap full of skeleton and skeleton alone. Thankfully, he know that Roh was actually pretty good at keeping his hands to himself, so, he wasn’t really worried about that. No, he was mostly worried about how long his friend might have been suffering in this full-blown activated state. When he asked though, Rohan brushed him off.

“Oh, I’m fine Pres, just haven’t been able to use my usual methods to meet Fynn lately. Things haven’t settled down yet with the new place, that’s all.”

“Maybe when things do settle, we could hang out again,” Roh says, snuggling into his fur, “that would be nice, I think, all of us doing whatever together... only if your schooling isn’t being bullshit, of course.”

“Um. Yeah, course, that would be, uh, that’d be fine.”

A little bit longer of cat pictures and small talk, and Roh’s gaze getting more and more worryingly hazy by the moment, and soon enough Preston’s sensitive hearing notices a more normal commotion down the hall. Someone meandering down said hall from a job well done to give him the details on it.

Preston hoped to whatever deity might be watching that it was Fynn. He wasn’t sure how much longer Roh was gonna last before ever little movement got him whimpering, and he REALLY DIDN’T WANT THAT HAPPENING ON HIS LAP.

Thankfully, his prayers were answered. His boss rounded the corner with a yawn, only really opening his eyes when Rohan gasped out a Fynnie!, and vaulted over the counter straight onto him. Preston yelped as he was pushed backwards on his wheeled chair. Fynn, caught completely off guard, staggered backward to regain his balance, arms full of very affectionate skeleton.

“M’sorry,” Roh apologized before Fynn could even voice his confusion, “I misplaced my phone and m-my patience with it.”

Fynn’s slightly befuddled gaze met Preston’s helpless one for a moment. Then, that familiar flare of magenta flashed through his eyes as Rohan whined, and Preston very very quickly averted his gaze.

“I see. Well, Kitten, if anyone comes asking for Fynn, it looks like you’ll have to give them floppy eared Fynn. You know what to do.”

He very much knew what to do, as he avoided looking at the both of them go back into the office, the door locking very loudly in the once again silent waiting room. First, he had to text Benji. And, second, he had to find his sound proofing headphones. All the rooms in this place might be soundproofed, but boy howdy did he not ever want to test that.

#fretful friend (preston);;#kama karma (rohan);;#drabble;;#karmic fox (fynn);;

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kairoth · 6 years

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1-7, 10, 12-15, 18-24, 28, 30, 38-46, 49-52, 60-61, 72-75, 85-92, 100, 102, 104-114, 117-120, 124-127, 129, 135-150? Do whichever you want though.

hey! done on laptop so sorry if there are any mistakes

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

♥ my mum?? i think.

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

♥ definitely shy

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

♥ wellll soon we'll be going to see the two lil puppies i've gotta choose from and i'm excited about that!

4. Are you easy to get along with?

♥ i mean... idk?

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

♥ prob not

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

♥ hhh kind people. like, attracted to as in i'd date them... same thing pretty much but also i tend to fall for more dominant people.

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

♥ prob not lmao. no one wants to date me i'm gross

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

♥ uhh my mum. last night. sort of.

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

♥ literally every song by EDEN takes up my top 50.

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

♥ YEA

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

♥ i mean sometimes.

15. What good thing happened this summer?

♥ it's not summer yet but uhhhh i'm gonna get a puppy!

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

♥ hhh our parents are friends and we're still kind of awkward friends? we haven't like actually had full conversations in a long time but we still hang out sometimes.

19. Do you like bubble baths?

♥ yea! but like,, not to where you get bubbles in your mouth cos bleh

20. Do you like your neighbors?

♥ a little! the people close to us are pretty nice. there's this one old lady across the way from us whose dog i used to walk. she let's me pick oranges from her tree and talks to me. it's fun! she's away from home a lot tho since her husband died.

21. What are you bad habits?

♥ rambling, for one. picking at threads for two. uhh, can't think of any more off the top of my head but there's definitely a bunch of other ones.

22. Where would you like to travel?

♥ i reallllyyy wanna go to Ireland. definitely some places in Asia and some more in Europe.

23. Do you have trust issues?

♥ yes.

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

♥ sleeeeep. soon enough it'll prob be my puppy

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

♥ my cats and my mum. ooh and my aunt danni.

30. Do you ever want to get married?

♥ maybe! i'm pretty polyamorous tho and if i was in a relationship with more than one person it'd feel unfair if i only married one of them... so it'd be really cool if we could make polyamorous marriage a thing pls.

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

♥ OOF. uh. just. someone who is kind and loves me and will take care of me, and who i can do the same for. someone who will put up with my clinginess and paranoia. someone who loves animals and hates people who abuse animals or kids or other people just as much as i do. someone who can put up with my quirks in general. i always imagine someone who, if we're separated and reunite, will let me run to them and do the hug thing where they pick me up lol. we can read books to each other and they won't get frustrated if i stumble over my words, we can share music with each other, cook/bake with each other, travel, see an animal and just coo over them together, watch horror movies even tho i hate them but it's ok because i have them with me. sorry long answer lmao,, i got carried away

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

♥ barnes n noble, hot topic just bc, and uuuuuuh that's it.

40. What do you want to do after high school?

♥ ideally i could do a gap year to travel. i might do a gap year and work so i can get money. i don't know if i can get into college, but my mum suggested interning for a local vet, even tho i'm not in medicine, because it's good to have that knowledge if i wanna own an animal shelter. it's a good idea so i might do that.

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

♥ it depends. sometimes if you give someone a second chance they'll take it and stab you with it (metaphorically). it all just depends on what they did, who they are, how they are, how they feel about what they did.

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

♥ i used to be super loud when i was younger. sometimes i am when with close friends. now, it could just be that i'm focused, or thinking, or comfortable, or sad, or sick, or upset. when i'm angry with my aunt bc she won't stop messing with me i'll go silent. idk.

43. Do you smile at strangers?

♥ sometimes!

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

♥ i'd like to say neither and outerspace. the ocean terrifies me. but so does outer space sometimes????

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

♥ depends on what's happening that day. if something exciting is happening i'll prob get up quick. and if i'm in bed cos i don't feel good then the thing that gets me up is like. the fear of disappointing my parents by not doing anything. or when like my cat is very insistent on needing something (like food or water or getting out of my room) and i don't want to be a bad owner and not get it.

46. What are you paranoid about?

♥ fff what am i not paranoid about?

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

♥ mmm... nothing i can really think about?

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

♥ black.

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

♥ oh definitely

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

♥ my appearance. or my personality. hm.

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

♥ mmm... i won a fencing competition once. but like. it wasn't a huge competition. just a few little series of fights that our teacher was having us do.

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

♥ nahh. i've gotten two detentions but never suspended

72. What colour are your towels?

♥ uhh the ones i use are white striped w green and pink.

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

♥ there are two 72s??? oh well. uhh only one

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

♥ yea! most of them are just around me, the only two i actually snuggle with are my bbies teddy (a bear i've had since 5) and addi (a panda i got like two years ago?)

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

♥ uhh. maybe 30? or somewhere around there?

75. Favourite animal?

♥ don't make me chooooose

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

♥ never seen it

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

♥ hhh nemo. he's such a good little clever fishie. v mischievous tho

87. First person you talked to today?

♥ mum!

88. Last person you talked to today?

♥ uh prob gonna be my mum

89. Name a person you hate?

♥ trump

90. Name a person you love?

♥ syd ! my kitty

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

♥ uuuuuuuh nah

92. In a fight with someone?

♥ ? nah

100. How are you feeling?

♥ rn? pretty ok. i just finished my geometry course so i've only got three classes left !

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

♥ yes. my entire past. being born. like yikes

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

♥ yes.

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

♥ yup

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

♥ ? who knows

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

♥ yea! i used to do lessons but i stopped

108. What should you be doing?

♥ rn? schoolwork

109. Is something irritating you right now?

♥ schoolwork

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

♥ definitely

111. Do you have trust issues?

♥ yes

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

♥ uh my cat i think

113. What was your childhood nickname?

♥ hb

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

♥ yea! my fave state to go to currently is maryland. i love the temperature and the landscape and the fireflies.

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

♥ sometimes!

118. Do you like Chinese food?

♥ one of my faves tbh

119. Favourite book?

♥ oof. that's a hard one. uhm. we were liars by e. lockhart.

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

♥ yes.

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

♥ no. lust at first sight, yea, but not love.

125. Do you believe in true love?

♥ maybe.

126. Are you currently bored?

♥ a lil.

127. What makes you happy?

♥ loved ones, animals, music, warm blankets.

129. What your zodiac sign?

♥ this is always a complex answer from me lmao. technically i'm a leo. but i was supposed to be born in october, not august. and i've always related more to scorpio (and pisces tbh lmao). so i always wanna say i'm a scorpio

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

♥ FF. IT'S SO DUMB I DON'T EVEN WANNA SAY. WORST TIME OF MY LIFE. sorry for caps

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

♥ closed

137. How tall are you?

♥ 4'11

138. Curly or Straight hair?

♥ on me? well long it's curly but it's short rn. it kinda still curls in some spots tho

139. Brunette or Blonde?

♥ naturally i'm a mix. or 'dirty blonde'

140. Summer or Winter?

♥ winter.

141. Night or Day?

♥ night

142. Favourite month?

♥ november

143. Are you a vegetarian?

♥ nahh. i enjoy meat too much

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

♥ milk chocolate is the only chocolate in my eyes

145. Tea or Coffee?

♥ mmm that's hard. i love earl grey tea but coffeeeeeeeeeeeee

146. Was today a good day?

♥ eh. i finished a class so yea

147. Mars or Snickers?

♥ snickers

148. What’s your favourite quote?

♥ ffffff idk tbh

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

♥ i am a ghost!!!

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

♥ there's no book close to me and i couldn't find my fave which is stressing but i'll do this before looking for it so i'mma just use a random one. book is we all looked up, by tommy wallach. "he marched into the school and took the director aside, explaining that they had a strict rule in their house - curriculars before extracurriculars."

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