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thelonelyshore-if · 2 months

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1k Followers Drabble

I finally settled on how I wanted to celebrate 1k followers--by sharing a bit of fun ~extra content~ with you all! It isn't quite a traditional drabble, but I really enjoy what I've come up with.

Below the cut is a 'transcript' from Perri's radio show. The transcript is taken from the night MC washed up on shore, and surrounds some 'theories' citizens have of who this mysterious new stranger could be. Mostly the goal was to be silly, give a taste of what Perri's show is like, and show Perri and Beck's characters a bit more!

I hope you enjoy <3

THE LONELY SHORE

10/11/XXXX

LOVELESS:

Good evening, creatures of the night. This is your host, Perri Loveless. Sunday nights are typically reserved for local hauntings and ghost stories, but we have a breaking news story! Tonight, we’ll be discussing the story of the Drowned Stranger.

SOUND:

Waves lap against shore, THEME SONG plays before fading out, segue into…

–

LOVELESS:

Welcome back. An incredible thing has happened, listeners. An almost unbelievable thing. Only a few hours ago, an unidentified individual was rushed into Easthaven Medical in potentially critical condition.

We have on the line a witness who would like to remain anonymous.

Hello–are you there?

WITNESS:

Ah–hello. Yes, I’m here.

LOVELESS:

We’re glad to have you, thank you for being willing to speak on your experience. Please–tell us about what you witnessed earlier tonight.

WITNESS:

Sure. So I was just about to leave the hospital when it happened. I, uh. Don’t need to tell you why I was there, do I?

LOVELESS:

Of course not. Please, if you’re comfortable, just tell us what you saw.

WITNESS:

Okay, good. So, I was standing there in the lobby, and I see a truck tearing into the lot like a bat out of hell. Seriously–it’s like they were firefighters trying to put out a house fire, right? Clearly something’s up, so I decided to stick around to watch.

LOVELESS:

Wow. It sounds like the situation was urgent.

WITNESS:

Seemed like it. So the truck stops so fast I was half sure they’d crash. Before I know it, the driver’s door flies open. You said I couldn’t tell you who it was?

LOVELESS:

We’d prefer to keep identities private until we know more about the story, yes. Thank you.

WITNESS:

Alright. So the, uh, driver gets out and immediately opens the back door. I’m standing there watching as they grab something out of the back seat.

LOVELESS:

Something?

WITNESS:

Someone. It was a person–it was a stranger. To be honest, the person looked dead. The driver scoops the stranger up like a sack of potatoes and pretty much runs up to the door. I’m just standing there with my mouth hangin’ open, but then I make myself useful and hold the door.

LOVELESS:

What can you tell me about the stranger?

WITNESS:

Not much. Like I said, they looked like the hospital wouldn’t do ‘em much good, if you know what I mean. But the freakiest thing was that they were dripping wet. Just, completely soaked.

A storm’s been rolling in all night, but it hadn’t hit yet. I don’t know where this person came from, but they were soaked to the bone and out cold.

LOVELESS:

Incredible. What happened next?

WITNESS:

I mean–they rushed the stranger into a room, so I didn’t really see much after that. Somebody parked the truck but I didn’t stick around to see who it was. The whole situation kind of gave me the creeps? So I just…left after that.

LOVELESS:

Sure, sure. Do you have any theories about where the stranger came from?

WITNESS:

Uh. They were pretty wet. The lake or the river, probably.

LOVELESS:

Hm. Interesting. Thank you again for your testimony!

Alright, listeners, what do you think? An unidentified individual was brought to the hospital, unconscious and, apparently, wet. What possibly could have happened?

Give us a call at XXX-XXXX and we’ll get you on air!

VOICE:

Seriously? What else could it be if not the lake? Or the river, I guess.

LOVELESS:

Hush. I’m on air! If you want to share a theory–

VOICE:

Nah, you know I don’t. I’m just saying.

LOVELESS:

Then wait until the show’s done.

VOICE:

*LAUGHTER*

Fine–fine! You win.

SOUND:

Brief instrumental plays, interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing.

LOVELESS:

You’re on air at The Lonely Shore! Hi, there, good evening!

CALLER 1:

It was aliens.

LOVELESS:

Oh, interesting–I wouldn’t be surprised if extraterrestrial life was somehow involved. Tell me more.

CALLER 1:

Reverse alien abduction.

*LONG PAUSE*

LOVELESS:

Hello? Are you still there.

CALLER 1:

Mm-hmm.

LOVELESS:

Reverse alien abduction. Sure. Do you mean…instead of picking someone up, the aliens dropped someone off? Or more like–

CALLER 1:

Stranger is an alien. Wolf in sheep’s clothes. An alien with human skin, dumped out some kind of vat into our town. Gonna steal our secrets.

LOVELESS:

A vat–that would explain why the stranger was, uh. Damp.

CALLER 1:

Alien juice.

VOICE:

*LOUDER LAUGHTER*

*choked* Juice!

LOVELESS:

*hushed* If you can’t be polite–

VOICE:

Sorry, sorry.

CALLER 1:

Who’s in there with you? Can you trust ‘em? I thought this program was safe–

LOVELESS:

It is! I’ve just got an. Um. Station assistant here. I promise, we’re here to listen.

CALLER 1:

Really shoulda warned me you weren’t alone–wouldn’t have called you at all if I thought somebody else’d be listening.

LOVELESS:

Sir, this is a radio show?

SOUND:

Phone clicks, returning to instrumental. Music plays until–phone rings again.

LOVELESS:

Um–hello! You’re on The Lonely Shore. The…ah, the radio show. Thank you for calling!

VOICE:

Smooth

LOVELESS:

Would you be quiet?

CALLER 2:

Excuse me!?

LOVELESS:

Ah, not you, ma’am! Talking to my…dog. Won’t stop barking. Anyway, thank you again for calling to share your theory!

CALLER 2:

I think you should be ashamed of yourself.

LOVELESS:

…what?

CALLER 2:

Nice new face in town and you’re already spreading nasty rumors! People listen to the radio to hear news and some nice music at the end of a long day. Not this filth.

VOICE:

Oh f*** off.

LOVELESS:

Beck!

CALLER 2:

How dare you! Never in all my days have I been treated…all the ways to speak to a customer…my hard earned tax dollars don’t pay you to insult me!

LOVELESS:

That’s not really how it…

CALLER 2:

I swear, I’ll end this program! I’m friends with very important people in city hall and when I’m through with–

SOUND:

Phone clicks, instrumental resumes.

LOVELESS:

*hushed* can you please not insult my callers.

BECK:

She was being a major–

LOVELESS:

Please.

BECK:

*sigh* I’m sorry. For real. I just don’t like people talking to you like–

LOVELESS:

I know, but I can handle much worse than getting scolded.

BECK:

You’re right.

SOUND:

Instrumental ends, cut off by the phone ringing.

LOVELESS:

Hello! You’re on the air with The Lonely Shore. We’re currently looking for theories about the Drowned Stranger.

CALLER 3:

I’ve got a theory.

LOVELESS:

Excellent, please share your thoughts.

CALLER 3:

I don’t think the stranger came from the lake. Not originally.

LOVELESS:

Where did they come from?

CALLER 3:

I’ve called to tell you this before, but I live right next to the graveyard. Somebody has been digging up graves and stealing body parts.

LOVELESS:

Oh, yes–I remember your call from a few weeks back.

CALLER 3:

I finally figured out what they needed the parts for. I think it was the Hermit.

LOVELESS:

That’s an…um, bold accusation. Usually they’re pretty reclusive.

CALLER 3:

You think I don’t know that? It’s the reason that they’ve been stealing body parts. I think the Hermit’s lonely–and they’ve built themself a grandchild.

LOVELESS:

Like…out of dead people? Like Frankenstein’s monster?

CALLER 3:

Just like that, yes! You understand. I think they finally managed to create life, and now their creation is in our town!

LOVELESS:

Do you think that the creation was. Ah. Grown in a vat, at all?

CALLER 3:

Like that fool said earlier? Of course not, aren’t you listening? The Hermit sewed a bunch of bits from our lost loved ones together to make an abomination.

LOVELESS:

You’re right, sorry. The witness just said that they were–

CALLER 3:

Wet? Yes, I was getting to that. I think the abomination escaped. You know the Hermit’s cabin’s right up against shore? I think the creature accidentally walked into the lake.

LOVELESS:

Hm.

CALLER 3:

And then when some good samaritans saw what they thought was someone drowning–

LOVELESS:

They swooped in and saved them?

CALLER 3:

Exactly!

LOVELESS:

That is quite the interesting theory! It would explain the grave robberies you’ve reported…

CALLER 3:

I wouldn’t be surprised if the Hermit had killed to add to the abomination, either. Maybe the Edwards girl didn’t get lost in the woods at all!

LOVELESS:

um.

CALLER 3:

We could have a killer in our midst.

LOVELESS:

You know, all theories are welcome here, but–

CALLER 3:

Why aren’t you listening? We could ALL be in danger!

LOVELESS:

Out of respect to her family–

CALLER 3:

Her family should know what really happened to her.

LOVELESS:

Okay. Well–thank you for calling! Listeners, we’re going to go to a quick commercial break.

SOUND:

Phone clicks, instrumental resumes and commercials begin. Unheard by the listeners…

BECK:

Jesus.

LOVELESS:

Yeah.

BECK:

I know you believe this stuff, but that…

LOVELESS:

It seemed plausible until she mentioned Kristy. That was just. Ah…

BECK:

Dark as hell?

LOVELESS:

Yeah. Thanks for keeping quiet, though. I’m sure you had plenty you wanted to say.

BECK:

I guess, but I was being a dick earlier. I know how much your show means to you.

LOVELESS:

Appreciate it.

BECK:

You going to be good to keep going tonight? I’m sure your listeners wouldn’t mind one night off.

LOVELESS:

I’m fine, I’m fine. It’s weird. She was pretty much our age, you know? Makes you think.

BECK:

Ugh. Don’t dwell on that shit if you can help it. We’ve had lots of close calls and we’re still kicking, right?

LOVELESS:

You’re right. Thanks, Beck.

BECK:

Welcome, P. Maybe the next caller’s going to think the poor stranger was a bunch of frogs in a trench coat or something. That’d be fun.

LOVELESS:

*LAUGHTER* Yeah, maybe.

END TRANSCRIPT

#interactive fiction #drabbles #perri #beck #( trying to format this gave me a headache )#( but i'm excited to share this! )#long post

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wedontdeservethestars · 3 months

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Johnny x fem! Clown reader

This is such a cute prompt idea! I've been doodling clowns a lot lately in class so this is strangely relevant to my life rn lol.

Content: fem!reader, really just a lot of fluff!

“I was thinking,” Johnny began.

“That’s never good.”

A roll of the eyes, a nudge of your shoulder. “C’mon. This one’s good.”

“Fine. I guess I can humor you for once…”

Johnny stuck his tongue out at you. He swirled his drink in his glass–a White Russian. “The execs are thinking of a soft reboot for Ninja Mime. And, well, y’know…I know you’re not big on film work, but I was thinkin’a bringing up the idea of a team-up sorta thing. Like, you know: me as Ninja Mime, and you as your cute little self. We could call it…” He raised his hands for dramatic effect, as if imagining a title all up in lights. “Fool Fighters.”

“Like ‘Foo Fighters’?” you giggled. “That might have some copyright issues.”

“Nahhh, I could pull some strings,” he smirked. “Okay, okay, imagine: it’s been years since the defeat of Dr. Commedia. Things have been quiet for Ninja Mime. He’s been relaxing in his penthouse in Paris, drinking wine and eating bread and kissin’ babes and whatever. And then, one day, he gets a cry for help from another fellow clown cutie–that’s you–and he falls head-over-heels in love with her. Dr. Commedia’s son, Art, is taking up his work, and is determined to spread his anti-laughing gas prototype all over the city, turning each and every citizen into a boring zombie of frowns! The clown girl found all this out because she’s Art’s sister and Commedia’s second child, but she wants to spread joy and laughter, so she takes her insider knowledge to Ninja Mime! And then it’s a Romeo and Juliet kind of thing between them, she wants to kiss, he wants to punch, neither of them can be together, and then at the end after Art is defeated, they finally share a gorgeous kiss in front of a sunset. Or, like, and explosion. Maybe both!”

“Oh, wow.” For a moment, you didn’t know what to say. You were impressed with his depth of detail on the concept, but at the same time… “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am.” Johnny smiled. “It’ll be badass! Plus, it could put you into the spotlight. Give your career a push into the mainstream.”

“I guess so.” You nodded and smiled, but your eyes betrayed how conflicted you felt.

“You’d be getting calls left and right!” Johnny chuckled, until he realized that you seemed torn. His smile fell into tight lips. “But…you don’t want that…?”

You sighed and leaned back on the couch. Dating Johnny was wonderful, but it was also a little strange for you. It was like a looking glass into what another realm of entertainment life was like. Actors got so much recognition and stardom (mostly rightfully so!), and other performers like dancers and singers were typically hailed similarly. But, as a clown, you were different. You were a performer, yes, and and actor too, but it was character work. Very specific character work. Between shows and occasional circus acts and private events, you were more disconnected from your work life than, say, Johnny was, who would get recognized just walking outside to get the mail. Hardly anyone recognized your clown character, and even less than that were you recognized beyond someone realizing they’d seen you in a commercial once from a side-gig you’d done.

You kind of liked it. Clowning wasn’t about fame for you. It was about audience reactions. It was meant to bring joy and laughter and humility and even sometimes sadness to humanity. Clowning was a mirror. It was about laughing at yourself, a strange funhouse reflection of day-to-day life, and you loved it. You loved seeing people smile at your antics and connecting with them through your persona. You didn’t need the fame as long as you had that.

And while Johnny’s idea sounded fun, that fame made you hesitate. You didn’t want to be recognized just from a Ninja Mime reboot. That felt too unreal to you. That wasn’t clowning. It was acting in clown makeup. It felt strangely sacrilege.

“I think…I’d feel better about it if it wasn’t her,” you said slowly, referring to your clown-self.

“Really?” Johnny seemed confused. “I mean…yeah. Yeah, we could make you a new character if you wanted.”

“Yes,” you nodded. Johnny was still looking at you strangely.

“You don’t have to be in it, if you don’t want. I just thought it’d be fun. I don’t know.” He gave a flippant wave of his hand. “It’s—y’know what, never mind. It’s kinda stupid.”

“Hey, c’mon.” You pulled his large hand into yours. “I didn’t say any of that.”

“It’s okay,” he said again. Clearly, it wasn’t, but he was trying to put up a front. “I’m not gonna make you be in a movie against your will. That’s, like, cruel and unusual punishment or whatever.”

“I do,” you assured him. “I would love nothing more. It’s just that clowning is…it’s far different from acting. Same ocean, different island. I don’t think I would translate well onto the big screen.”

“Right,” he nodded. “So—“

“So,” you interrupted gently, “we do what you said. Make me a new character. She can still be a clown. Just not my clown.”

“Okay…” Slowly, that creative spark was coming back into his eyes. “Maybe she can be good at ranged weapons? Since Ninja Mime is mostly killer with the melee stuff.”

“Yeah!” You grinned. “She can have, like, little bombs shaped like juggling balls.”

“Oh, yeah! And maybe, like, a little flower on her top that sprays acid!”

You giggled at the thought, nodding along. “Fun! I like it.”

“And I was thinking—for costumes—we could do a cool contrast thingy, since Ninja Mime is all black and white and red, maybe you could have a rainbow motif or something. Or—no—cotton candy colors! You look really good in pinks and blues.”

“Aw, thanks.” You kissed his cheek. “But I think you’d say that no matter what the design team comes up with.”

“What can I say? You’re a cutie when you’re all dolled up in those ruffles and makeup.” He pinched your nose playfully. “Oh, and that round little nose.”

You giggled and batted his hands away. “Y’know, you don’t look so bad as a mime yourself. Always thought it gave you a sophisticated touch.”

“Oh, well, if the Cagester’s anything, it’s sophisticated,” he beamed proudly, kicking his feet up on the ottoman in front of the couch.

“Uh-huh.” You decided to let him have that one. “Sooo…when exactly is Fool Fighters going into development?”

“See? Told you the name would grow on you!”

#wedontdeservethefics #asks #sweetnsaltyclussy #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #mortal kombat #mk

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icyhottodo · 10 months

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love languages ♡

characters: dan heng, gepard landau, sampo koski | genre: fluff!

wc: around 200> per character

✩ DAN HENG + acts of service

dan heng is more reserved, not one to speak a lot or outwardly show emotions too much. so physical affection and words of affirmation are out of the way.

but the reason why i would only include acts of service and not combine them with quality time is that i think dan heng values his alone time.

"yeah. i’m not sure what to read right now after finishing my favorite series," you told the raven-haired man, mindlessly complaining about your trivial problems. dan heng only gave a hum in acknowledgment, seemingly not interested. not knowing what else to say, you turned to the pink-haired girl and started talking to march 7th, who was a bit more enthusiastic to reply compared to your other friend.

after the next few days, dan heng comes up to you with a tinge of nervousness on his face and a small but nicely wrapped present in his hands. "hey, so i remembered you saying you needed a new book to read. so i bought you this book based on books you've told me you've read before."

dan heng looks away as his face starts to turn a shade of light pink, hanging out the book and scratching the back of his neck with his free hand. awe-struck, you grabbed dan heng’s present delicately. "... you remembered? thank you."

✩ SAMPO KOSKI + words of affirmation

okay, hear me out on this one, even though the citizens of belobog can’t trust sampo’s words about changing his scammer ways. and sampo has lied to them many times. one thing sampo never backs out on is his love for you.

"hey, hey, love." sampo walks into your shared bedroom, checking on you to see if you are ready to go on a date with him. sampo notices your lovely figure and leans into the doorframe, crossing his arms. "wow, you look charming." sampo winks suggestively.

you throw a random piece of clothing lying on the ground toward your boyfriend, which covers his face. bullseye.

"i’m so lucky to be with you." sampo whines, clinging to your arm. you had saved the cunning man from being berated further by his doctor friend, natasha. "what would i do without you?" sampo cries out; you’re basically giving sampo a piggyback ride at this point.

but you especially love those times when sampo comes home from those business trips. cuddling on the couch as your comfort movie plays on the television. sampo tends to be more physically and verbally affectionate when he has been out for a while.

"i love you," sampo whispers tenderly. "you’re so special to me. and i mean it, nothing will change my love for you."

✩ GEPARD LANDAU + gift giving

since gepard is one of the captains of belobog, there are many times when he isn't able to be with you due to his duties. but one good pro about being captain of the silvermane guards is that it has a fat check.

so after his travels on duty, he would always try to give you souvenirs. when he is not, he’ll buy even more presents for you.

"hey babe! good morning, i've got you something!" gepard wakes you up excitedly one day with tons of wrapped or bagged gifts laying on the bed. after opening a few, there was one that caught your eye. it looked a bit different compared to the other presents he had given previously. the present was a small black box.

confused, you took a quick glance at your lover before looking back at the present.

"ge…" you said, sighing in the process, after revealing what was inside the mysterious box. the present turned out to be a silver ring that has half of a blue gem butterfly. you know, it must have been pricey.

"it’s a promise ring!" gepard exclaimed excitedly before showing the other half of the promise ring. the blue-eyed man brings up his arm to show the same exact ring, instead the ring is on a thin silver chain. "and it matches!"

"but gepard, it must have been so expensive," you said reluctantly, examining all of the details of the small piece of metal.

"you know, i don't care about the cost of whatever item i give you. because my love for you is priceless." gepard pecks your lips tenderly.

"now open this present; it's the shirt you’ve been eyeing since we were shopping."

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wolfjessedragon · 10 months

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Based on @liliacamethyst Webs of series

Webs of What if Part 2- Webs of Friendship

A few days later…

Sunny: So I took your advice.

Peter BP: And? How’d it go?

Sunny: He wants to be in the picture, even asked me to move in with him.

Peter BP: That’s great! So when am I gonna get to meet this baby daddy?

Sunny: *chuckles* Actually you know him already

Peter BP: Wait… is he another spider?

Sunny: Yes

Peter BP: Wow, oof that’s gonna be a toughie to explain to Miguel if he ever finds out.

Sunny: Well… about that..

Peter BP: No way!

Sunny: Yeah

Peter BP: You and Miguel?! Shut the front door!

Sunny: *chuckles*

Peter BP: Sunny! Girl! I want the deets, I mean how? You're like this embodiment of warmth and kindness and he’s… he’s…

Sunny: Finish your sentence

Peter BP: Kinda the complete opposite, so how?

Sunny: *sighs* Sure most of the time Miguel can be-

Peter BP: A serious stick in the mud and oftentimes downright terrifying.

Sunny: I was gonna say guarded, but I guess yours works okay. But during those times when it was just the two of us, he was sweet, gentle, vulnerable, like him being with me gave him that freedom to take his armor off and be him. That’s as best as I can describe it.

Peter BP: Wow just wow. How long has this been going on?

Sunny: Well at first he made it clear it was just a sex thing, hooking up for the sake of hooking up, stress relief he had called it.

Peter BP: *clenches his fist and teeth* What?

Sunny: Easy brother from another mother, it’s no longer like that now.

Peter BP: Phew thank goodness because if it still was I would have-

Sunny: Gotten annihilated

Peter BP: Hey!

Sunny: *chuckles then alarm goes off* Oh snap, sorry Peter I gotta bounce. *opens portal back to Earth 586*

Peter BP: We’re talking more about this!

Sunny: *leaves through portal*

Peter BP: Sunny and Miguel… I did not see that coming

Somewhere in Nea Yorkey…

Sunny: *sits in a cafe waiting* C'mon dude, where are you?

*A disheveled woman comes in and sits across from Sunny.*

Sunny: You’re late

???: Sorry Spider Sun

Sunny: You’re fine Veronica, is everything okay? Are you taking your medications?

Veronica: Yes ma’am, I’m being sure to stay on top of my medications. Still having trouble finding a place to live though.

Sunny: That’s actually what I’m hoping to talk to you about. *places a large envelope on the table*

Veronica: What is that?

Sunny: The keys to my apartment, some money, and some other documents. They're for you.

Veronica: What?

Sunny: They’re for you.

Veronica: W-W-Why?

Sunny: Let’s just say I’m moving away. I’m not gonna be in Nea Yorkey as often anymore because of personal stuff. The city is going to need a new protector.

Veronica: No it can’t be me, I nearly destroyed this city, everyone hates me.

Sunny: That was the old you, before you got help. Since then you’ve helped me save this city more times than I can count and more than redeemed yourself in the eyes of the citizens. You’re the best person to take the mantle. Besides, you'll have Venom and Eddie backing you up.

Veronica: I don’t know what to say.

Sunny: Say you’ll try.

Veronica: Okay, I’ll try.

Sunny: Thank you, Vulture.

A couple days later on top of Sunny’s apartment building….

Miguel: *exits the portal and is shocked to see Peter B. Parker and his daughter Mayday, he groans*

Peter BP: Well *groan* to you to

Miguel: What are you doing here?

Peter BP: Waiting with Mayday

Miguel: Is Spider Sun here?

Peter BP: If she was I wouldn’t be out here waiting with Mayday. Also no need for the formalities, I know you and Sunny are a thing and you’re her Baby Daddy.

Miguel: I’ll ask again, what are you doing here?

Peter BP: I’m waiting with Mayday for Sunny so I can help her move to your place.

Miguel: Well your assistance is no longer required so you can-

Peter BP: Yeah I ain’t going anywhere. *glares*

Miguel: *a little taken aback, glares back*

*A tense atmosphere surrounded the two men as they glared each other down like two gunslingers at high noon.*

Sunny: *swings in and sees them* Hey guys *dissipating the tension*

Peter BP: Sunny *high fives*

Sunny: Peter, Mayday *tickles making Mayday giggle then steps to Miguel*

Miguel: *smirks* Soleada *kisses Sunny’s lips softly*

Peter BP: *jokingly gags and covers Mayday’s eyes*

In Sunny’s apartment…

Sunny: *Keeps Mayday busy while Miguel and Peter move the few boxes Sunny has back and forth through the portal. There wasn’t much as Sunny was leaving most of the furniture to Veronica since they take up too much space in Miguel’s place. What was in those boxes were… irreplaceable.*

Miguel: *picks up one of the boxes when something falls out, he goes to put it back when he sees it’s a video and photo camera*

Peter BP: Oh no way *web grabs the camera and starts looking* Sunny look what Miguel found

Sunny: *looks at what Peter is holding and blushes beet red* You wouldn’t dare

Peter BP: *grins mischievously* Miguel check it *shows him a video, in which a much younger Sunny costume’s zipper breaks and she’s frantically trying to get out, then laughs his ass off* It’s like one of those dog paper bag vids *continues laughing*

Sunny: *glares at Peter BP* Oh like you haven’t had wardrobe malfunctions before

Miguel: *somewhat curious briefly scrolls through the other pictures and videos, getting an array of reactions from Sunny*

Sunny: That’s when I first met Venom and Eddie, that’s when Veronica got out of the institution, and- *stops as she sees the picture of a giant bridge*

Miguel: *notices* Estás bien amor?

Sunny: *on the verge of tears* Yeah I’m fine just memories and hormones

Miguel: *just hugs Sunny*

Peter BP: *Pats her back* Tell ya what Sunny, how about one last hurrah?

Sunny: Pardon?

Peter BP: How about the four- I mean five of us go down for dinner to that shindig down the street. Ugh I always forget the name.

Sunny: The Milano?

Peter BP: Yeah that’s it!

Sunny: *looks up at Miguel who just nods* Okay..

A while later at The Milano…

*After a very pleasant meal they’re about to pick up the check when “The Dog Days are Over” by Florence + the Machine comes on the radio.*

Sunny: *pauses and grins*

Peter BP: Uh oh

Miguel: What?

Sunny: *gets up from table and holds out hands* Peter, my tiny partner.

Peter BP: Alright *Hands Mayday to Sunny* Don’t go nuts

Sunny: No promises! *chuckles and starts dancing with Mayday in arms*

Miguel: *just watches her wide eyed, seeing her like this is… woah*

Peter BP: *watches* I might be biased because she’s my best friend but that kid the two of you are having is gonna have an awesome pair of parents.

Miguel: …… thank you and thank you.

Peter BP: Miguel, we may never be buddies but we have got to change our attitudes about each other. Because like it or not we’re gonna be more involved in one another’s lives. If not for each others sakes then for the sake of our families. Can we agree on that? *goes for a handshake*

Miguel: *sighs and shakes Peter’s hand*

Peter BP: Oh and uh one more thing

Miguel: Wha- ow!

Peter BP: *squeezes Miguel’s hand hard* Break Sunny’s heart and I will break every bone in your body.

Miguel: *pulls his hand away* Anotado. Maldito sea, que apretón vicioso tienes.

Peter BP: *chuckles*

Miguel: *watches Sunny dancing with Mayday, finishes his drink, gets up, and walks towards them*

Sunny: *notices Miguel approaching*

Miguel: *bends down to Mayday’s level* Disculpe, señorita Mayday, mind if I steal your dance partner?

Mayday: *squeals excitedly and starts waddling back to her daddy*

Miguel: Now fair warning I got two left feet

Sunny: *giggles and takes Miguel’s hands as they “dance” to the second chorus while Peter BP watches with Mayday in the background.*

Later in Miguel’s apartment…

Sunny: *waves bye at Mayday as Peter holds her while going through the portal*

Miguel: *walks up to her and puts a hand along her waist* Had fun?

Sunny: Yeah, thank you by the way.

Miguel: For what?

Sunny: For a lot of things but to keep it simple just… thank you. *her head leans on his shoulder*

Miguel: Well I have to admit I had fun too. *Looks and grins a little flirtatiously*

Sunny: *bites her lip and blushes*

Miguel: *gives her a peck on the lips then crouches down and kisses her abdomen as he wraps his arms around her* Hey baby, fair warning, your mom is salvaje.

Sunny: *scoffs and playfully hits him*

Miguel: *chuckles* But to be fair, so is your dad.

Sunny: *smirks*

Miguel: One more thing baby, cover your ears. *Suddenly picks her up.*

Sunny: *Yelps then giggles as Miguel carries her to the bedroom.*

{Authors Note: Taking a bit of a creative liberty, I decided to make Earth 586’s Vulture a villain turned hero. (In Veronica’s case here’s the summary she was a homeless girl with serious mental issues taken advantage of by 586’s Doc Oc. Doc Oc performed inhumane experiments on Veronica turning her into a harpy like beast that would be known as Vulture. Fast forward a bit and after a particularly fight where Sunny had found out Vulture’s history as Veronica. How like the vultures, everyone had treated her like pest, Sunny chooses to do what few have done for Veronica. Treat her like a person in need of help. In the aftermath of the fight Sunny got most of the charges on Veronica waved and instead of jail got her put in a good rehabilitation center where she also learned how shift between human and harpy forms. Time passes and there were several times when Sunny was in a bind only for Veronica to come bail her out. And when Sunny started working for the Spider Society, Veronica had occasionally taken her place. (Cause TBH one of the things that kinda bugged me about the Spider Society is that the Spiders would leave their native realities for noticeable amounts of time.) Sunny, now moving in with Miguel, is giving the resources she’ll need to be the full time protector.) Taking further liberties I decided to make some other changes that I will happily answer in the comments and in future posts.}

#fanfiction #miguel o'hara #wolfjessedragon #liliacamethyst #what if #fluff and angst #bffgoals #brother from another mother #sister from another mister #web series #miguel x oc

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larz-barz · 10 months

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Title: Special<3

Prompt: How you and Tanjiro meet

Summary: Tanjiro found you nearly dead in a forest. The 2 of you become fast friends as he trains you to become a demon slayer. You 2 finally confessed your love for each other the day of your final selection.

Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort

Warning(s): None!:D

You were propped up against a tree, nearly unconscious when a warm and comforting presence came up to your body. “Are you ok..?” A concerned voice sounded in your head. The boy observed you further, you were a regular citizen. You looked to be a year younger than him. He noticed that you were coming in and out of consciousness. He picked you up carefully and sprinted out of the forest you were in. He hurriedly brought you to the Butterfly mansion. He was worried sick about you, you had no way of defending yourself from that demon that had attacked you.

He gave you to Shinobu and she treated your wounds. “You got her to me just in time, Tanjiro. If you had’ve gotten her here any later, she would’ve died.” “Is she gonna be ok?” The insect hashira nodded with a small smile. “She may not wake up for a while but she’ll be ok. I think she’ll wake up in a few days, a week at most with her injuries.” Tanjiro nodded and gave a relieved smile. “Ok, good.” He walked up to your room and sat in a chair near your bed. You had bandages all over your smaller form. ‘She looks so peaceful…’ The burgundy haired demon slayer smiled at your peaceful expression.

At that moment, he vowed that he’d protect you no matter what. He looked up to see you smiling in your sleep. He grabbed your hand softly and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. You squeezed his hand and for a moment he thought you woke up. He looked up at you excitedly to see you were still asleep. He got slightly disappointed but he was still happy you squeezed his hand. Zenitsu barged in, yelling. Tanjiro glared at him and made a shh motion with his free hand. He got quieter, he noticed your sleeping form. “Who’s this?” The blonde haired boy asked curiously. “I don’t know.. I found her in the forest and she was unconscious and had lots of injuries. Miss Shinobu said she probably won’t wake up until a week from now at the most..” Zenitsu nodded. “She’s really pretty. I’m gonna ask her to marry me.” He said excitedly. Tanjiro looked at him pitifully. “DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!!!” The aggressive blonde yelled, getting in Tanjiro’s face. Tanjiro smacked him on the back of the head and he pouted.

~Time skip a week later~

Tanjiro went up to your room to see if you had woken up yet (as he did every single day). When he went in, you were lying on your bed, just staring up at the ceiling. It sounded like you were counting something under your breath. “What are you counting?” Tanjiro asked which startled you. You groaned. “Now I have to start over.. I was counting the dots on the ceiling. Also, who are you and where am I? Last thing I remember is hearing someone ask if I was ok and then I blacked out.” You said and sat up. Tanjiro chuckled at you trying to count the ceiling dots. “I’m Tanjiro Kamado, you’re at the Butterfly mansion and I’m the one that asked you if you were ok and brought you here. How far did you get?” You smiled proudly. “2,384!” Tanjiro looked at you with admiration. “Wow!” He said and sounded very impressed. “Thank you for saving me, I’m (Y/N) (L/N) and it’s very nice to meet you Tanjiro!” You said with a bright and beautiful smile. Tanjiro blushed and looked down. You looked down and blushed. You smiled sheepishly.

His hand slowly slipped into yours and you blushed a bright red. His face was the same shade of red as yours, if not darker. “So uhm.. (Y/N), I was wondering if you’d be interested in becoming a demon slayer..? I could train you myself. I could get you a matching haori! Not to mention the fact that you could protect yourself and your family from demons.” You got a sad expression at the last part. Tears filled your beautiful (e/c) eyes. You quickly rubbed the tears away. You had lost your family to the demon that attacked you. Muzan (Jackson) Kibutsuji. Tanjiro immediately regretted his words. “Oh, (Y/N) I’m so sorry! I had no idea..” You told him it was ok since he wouldn’t have known. “If you don’t mind me asking.. How did your family get killed? My whole family got slaughtered by a demon. Muzan Kibutsuji.” You nodded, indicating the same thing happened to yours. “My little sister, Nezuko, got turned into a demon. My teacher, Mr Urokodaki, hypnotized her to see all humans as family and demons as the enemy. She’s never gonna hurt a human cause she gains energy by sleeping.”

You smiled as Tanjiro continued to talk about his little sister. The 2 of you started to talk about your families. You mentioned how you had somehow escaped from Muzan and Tanjiro was quite impressed. You were normally a very shy person but just being with Tanjiro made you feel very comfortable. He was happy that he had distracted you from the painfully fresh agony of losing your whole family. He talked about his adventures with Zenitsu and Inosuke and you giggled at all the parts of the 2 fighting about dumb things.

Zenitsu ran in with Inosuke trying to push past him. “Fight me!!!” Inosuke yelled at you. You trembled slightly and Tanjiro noticed the immediate change in your sweet smelling scent. You squeezed his hand tighter. “Inosuke leave her alone!! She just woke up and she’s not even a demon slayer! She doesn’t wanna fight you!!” Tanjiro said in an agitated tone. Inosuke got annoyed and continued asking you to fight him. Aoi came in to see what all the ruckus was about. She saw Inosuke harassing you and she dragged the boar boy behind her. “Don’t harass the patient!! She’s still injured!!” The shorter girl said while dragging Inosuke behind her. When Aoi left the room, Tanjiro looked at you, concern evident in his features. “Are you ok…?” He noticed your breathing had calmed down a lot since Inosuke left. You hugged him tightly, burying your face in his chest. He turned bright red and hugged you back. He rubbed circles into your back and you started to relax.

Your scent gradually went back to normal. When you finally calmed down, Tanjiro smiled. “You ok now?” He asked and you nodded. You let go but your hands lingered slightly. He noticed but didn’t point it out. “I wanna be a demon slayer.” You said with a look of determination. He looked at you with the same determination. “Training will start when you’re all healed up.” He said and you nodded.

~Time skip to when you’re completely healed~

It took a few months but you finally got completely healed. He led you to a secluded area where y’all wouldn’t be disturbed. “The breathing technique I’ll teach you is water breathing. You need to have a strong, solid stance. The breathing I’ll be teaching you is called total concentration. It will raise your stamina a lot, especially if you do it constantly. It’ll be rough at the start to do it constantly but it’s well worth the effort.” You nodded, determined. After lots of work, you finally learned the correct way to breathe.

Finally, y’all got to the part where you could start learning the forms. “Does your family have a specific style that’s been passed down? If so, that might be the one you’re meant to use. My family did the Hinokami Kagura dance, aka sun breathing. I didn’t find out until kinda recently that the reason my blade kept breaking was because I’d usually default to using water breathing like Mr Urokodaki taught me. My blade is black which means it’s meant for sun breathing, the color completely depends on what style you’re meant to use.” You listened to his explanation intently. “Actually, I’m a descendent of the first sun breather, Yoriichi Tsugikuni. I know that may be kinda hard to believe since I’m so weak, but I’m gonna get stronger and I’ll show Muzan Kibutsuji who’s boss!!” You said with a determined smile (Ik that Yoriichi canonically has no descendants but this is a fanfic soo it’s ok to change up the canon a bit lol). “Woahh!!! You’re really a descendent of Yoriichi??!!! That’s so cool!!!” Tanjiro said excitedly. “Forget what I said about teaching you water breathing! I’m gonna teach you sun breathing!” He continued and you smiled. “Ok!”

~a year later~

Final selection was just around the corner, you had learned all the sun breathing forms. You and Tanjiro were both satisfied with the progress you had made. Y’all took the final 2 weeks before final selection to refine the skills you had learned as much as possible in that time frame. When the time came for you to go to Mount Fujikasane for final selection, Tanjiro went with you. You bowed to him in thanks. “Thank you for training me, Tanjiro. Words can’t express just how thankful I am for you.” You said, still bowed down to your teacher. To be honest, since the day you had woken up, you had a crush on Tanjiro. Something about how he was always so kind to everyone no matter what had won over your heart. You knew you liked him, what you couldn’t figure out, is if he liked you back.

You never noticed the way he would look at you, the way he stared at you without you realizing it, and everytime he thought of you he would smile and blush. He put his hand on your shoulder, telling you to stand up straight. You stood up and he hugged you. “Please come back alive, if not for yourself then for me. I’ve been nervous to say anything but just in case something happens, I love you. So much. I’ve loved you for a while, since the day I found you.” He said, still hugging you and blushing. You smiled and nodded, you turned extremely red. “I-I love you too, I’ve loved you since the day I woke up..” You stammered out. Tanjiro kissed your cheek. He straightened the hem of your checkered haori that matched his. He ran out while waving at you. “Good luck, (Y/N)! I believe in you!!” He said with a big smile. You waved back, also smiling widely. “Thank you, Tanjiro!!”

2 young girls, one with white hair and the other with black hair came out. They explained the procedure of the final selection. They let everyone go in.

~Time skip 7 days later~

You made it. You survived the final selection. 7 days of not knowing if you would survive or not. When you came back to the wisteria area of Mount Fujikasane, you saw that only 2 others survived. ‘Only 3 of us survived??!! There were like 30 people here at the start!’ It was gut wrenching to think about the fact that 27 people (in your group) had been killed back there. The 3 of you were given your kasugai crows, yours went straight for your forearm. You smiled at it. Next were the swords. The swords that determined part of your identity as demon slayers. The 3 of you were told to come up to choose the ore used in your nichirin swords. You chose your ore and so did the others.

You went to the Butterfly mansion and saw Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu training. Tanjiro turned around, and when he saw you he immediately ran to you. He hugged you tightly, tears brimming his maroon eyes. Your (e/c) eyes teared up as well and you hugged him tightly back, burying your face into the crook of his neck. “Thank goodness you survived..” He said breathily. “It was scary, I’m so thankful I made it..”You pulled away enough to look at him. A tear slipped down his cheek and you wiped it away. “I love you..” You said, your face was red and you had a soft smile on your face. He smiled softly and blushed as well.

“I love you too..”

~The end~

P.s.: Your nichirin sword is black like Tanjiro’s!:)

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#tanjiro #demon slayer #tanjiro kamado #tanjiro kimetsu no yaiba #tanjiro x reader #tanjiro x you #kimetsu tanjiro #tanjiro kny #tanjiro fluff

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shiesan · 1 year

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You at First Sip - Banzoin Hakka x Reader

You At First Sip - A Banzoin Hakka x Reader Fic. by shiesan.

Gender Neutral Reader x Banzoin Hakka

- just fluff, but there is a bit of swearing

(this fic is dedicated to one of my good friends, kana. Fuck you.)

I never proofread, I’m sorry. But ! I did my best.

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It was a normal day in the land of Xenokuni. The streets were as lively as ever since spring has sprung. It’s usually this time of year when the citizens of Xenokuni love walking around the main town as it’s filled with flowers of all kinds.

Ah~ what a nice day to be outside

You’ve been stuck in your room catching up on work deadlines for weeks. It’s refreshing getting a breath of fresh air. You go down the streets to find your recent favorite coffee shop, Café Vanguard. It opened a couple of months ago and ever since then you’ve been going there almost every other day, well, at least when you’re not swamped with deadlines.

The bell chimes as you open the door and the familiar smell of roasted coffee beans fills your nose. You quickly search for the owner, with whom you’ve become quite acquainted, Josuiji Shinri. Shinri has been such a delight to be with! When times are slow he’d often chat with you and give you a pastry since you’re a regular. He acts like the kind and cool uncle you’re excited to meet at family gatherings.

But much to your surprise a different person mans the counter, someone you haven’t met before. He’s not too tall with beautiful purple hair. He doesn’t notice you come in as he’s screaming at Bettel, one of Shinri’s employees like he’s pissed off because of something. This makes you giggle a bit, he looks cute when he’s angry. You like his clothes and try to pick apart the details of his outfit, ‘He looks so stylish’ you think to yourself.

You don’t know how long it's been since you’ve been standing at the entrance but it’s been long enough for Shinri to call you over. “Y/n!” Shinri calls. “I haven’t seen you in weeks.” He said with a smile. You hurriedly place your belongings on one of the tables near the counter and walk up to Shinri. “Hi, Shin! Yeah, I know, work has been really rough and I barely had enough time to get myself groceries these past few weeks. But after working my ass off they’ll leave me alone for a few weeks, well I hope.” you say.

Whilst you and Shinri catch up, on the other side of the café chaos occurs. “Bettel, where the fuck did you put the opened carton of Almond milk?!” Shouts the purple man, Banzoin Hakka is his name. Shinri’s newest employee whom he hired a week after you started not coming to the store, which explains why you’ve never seen him before.

“I don’t fucking know, Hakka! I already told you my last order needed *Oat* Milk. Not fucking Almond Milk. I did not touch that shit!” An angry Gavis Bettel replies.

“If you guys don’t stop arguing like a married couple I will personally ask Shinri to make you guys delivery men!” Shouts Flayon as he enters the front of the shop. You catch his eye.

“OOooh~ Y/n! Nice to see you again!” He walks up to you and gives you a small hug.

“Flay! Nice to see you too! Deliveries getting busier eh?” You smile at him.

“Yeah! It’s gotten more tiring but at least most people tip great!” He says.

Hakka and Bettel’s attention drifts toward you.

Wow.

Is the only word running through Hakka’s mind. You’re just his type. And Bettel knows this, so as to attempt pissing off the exorcist even further Bettel says “Dibs on manning the register for them” with a sly smile on his face.

Hakka, who is appalled, raises an eyebrow. “Excuse me? Get your ass back to cleaning tables. It’s *my* turn.” He looks at you excitedly. Hakka notices how cute you look while Flay and Shinri are talking to you. ‘Damn what a smile’ he thinks as he dreamily looks at you, head resting on his chin and all.

Soon your convo with Shin and Flay ends and you walk towards the counter. “Fuck” Hakka whispers to himself as you slowly walk to the counter and he struggles to make himself presentable.

“Hi!” you greet him with a smile. Holy shit is this cashier cute. You think to yourself.

“Hi~ Welcome to Café Vanguard! May I take your order?” Hakka greats you happily.

“Yeah, Hakka, I’ll have the hazelnut latte and an egg tart please.” You say with a smile.

Hakka sweats profusely, ‘how the fuck did they know my name?’ he thinks.

“Will that be all?” He manages to muster up.

“Uhm, does your number happen to be on the menu?” You cheekily say while mentally digging yourself a grave and praying to the universe that they make your exit a painless one.

A small blush appears on Hakka’s face but he’s quick to recover, “u-uhm. Not for everyone, but for you I guess I can make an exception. That’ll be $5.60 in total” He smiles ‘What the actual fuck, Hakka’ He thinks to himself.

You hand him your money, “Great! You’ll just bring the order to my table right?” You smile at him.

“Y-yeah!” He smiles nervously. You notice a certain funny man behind Hakka,

“Oh! Bettel! How have you been doing?” You ask him. “Y/n! Been great! But I need to go back to the kitchen, take care of our little boy here for me ha? He’s a bit shy” Bettel says as he walks closer and puts a hand on Hakka’s shoulder.

“Okay, roger that.” You chuckle and give him a fake salute. “Well,” you turn your attention to Hakka who looks a bit more nervous, “I’ll be waiting over there.” you point to the table where your belongings are at. “Don’t forget the secret menu item that I ordered.” You tell him with a wink.

“Well, how could I forget something that someone as dazzling as you has ordered? Only the best service you~” He says and winks. With a light chuckle you walk to your table.

When he was out of your sight Hakka immediately turned to Bettel. “What the fuck man! You didn’t tell me you knew them! What was that fucking dibs for then?”

Bettel laughs. “Oh don’t get your bird briefs in a twist. Just a little payback for blaming me for the disappearance of the Almond Milk.” Bettel smirks and adds, “But hey, seems like they like you though, aren’t ya happy?”

“IT SEEMS LIKE THEY DO! Did you see that Bettel, they *winked* at me. They even called me Hakka. How’d they know my name?!” Hakka says excitedly.

“Yeah they like you but they didn’t fucking do a background check on you dumbass. You have a namecard? Hello??” Bettel says and heads into the kitchen.

“Oh yeah.” Hakka says in defeat. But that won’t get him down. You’re clearly interested in him! It shows!! He quickly assembles your order and prepares to bring it to you, making sure to look out if there are any other customers that he needs to tend to before he goes to flirt with you.

“You can go take a break, Hakka. I’ll be here at the counter for a bit” Shinri smiles at Hakka and winks.

“Thanks, Shin. You’re the best” Hakka smiles and fixes his hair before walking to you.

“A hazelnut coffee, egg tart, my number, and the cutest and coolest exorcist in Xenokuni for the wonderful Y/N” He says as he places the items on the table one by one, apart from him of course.

You chuckle, “I don’t remember ordering the last thing on the menu.” You say as you reach for your coffee and take a sip.

Hakka smiles and watched you take a sip and enjoy the cup of coffee that he made. “Well, it's an ongoing promo for cute customers like you.” He winks and rests his chin on the palm of his hand.

A slight blush appears on your face. “Oh yeah? Hmm.. Nice to know I’m special. Do I get to know more about this ‘Cutest and Coolest’ exorcist in all of Xenokuni’?” You say.

Hakka chuckles and you guys talk for a solid 15 minutes. The rest of the boys gather at the counter and silently watch you both flirt back and forth. They found it cute that their little birbo finally found someone he likes, it was rare to see Hakka like this. They’re even happier that Hakka likes such a nice person like you, who they consider a close friend.

Shinri notices a big group of customers about to enter the shop and quickly calls Hakka over. “Hakka! Break time is over” He says.

“O-okay!” He shouts back at Shinri and quickly looks at you. ”Y/n, I had a really nice talk with you today and, only if you’d like, I’d like it for us to talk on another day. A date…maybe?” He looks you in the eye with a faint blush covering his cheeks.

“Sure.” You grab a tissue and write down your number. “Text me.” You say as you grab your stuff and wave goodbye to Hakka and the other guys.

Hakka waves back with the biggest smile on his face.

“He is so whipped for them.” Says Flayon.

“Yep. You could say it was love at first sip.” Bettel adds.

A chuckle emerges from Shinri, “O-kay everyone, back to work.”

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA finally finished it! Hope you guys enjoyed it!

#banzoin hakka #banzoin hakka x reader #holostars #holostars x reader #banzoin hakka fluff #banzoin hakka au

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meenatranslates · 5 months

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[SSR] Citron | Affection and Respect

Everyone from the shopping district is a truly wonderful friend of mine! One must eat the taiyaki that you get as you bump into someone!♪ If I ever missed Juliano from my homeland, I’ll hug this cushion rea~lly tightly♪ quote taken from yaycupcake

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Citron's Channel~ (Tentative) - Part 1

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*Director's default name as Izumi

―Courtyard (Night)―

Tsuzuru: Excuse me-.

Citron: State the password!

Tsuzuru: Huh!?

Citron: “Man”...?

Tsuzuru: ...”kai”?

Citron: Wrong, try again!

Tsuzuru: Wha- You’re the one who called me over!

Citron: I thought for sure you’d know the answer. Ueehh, I’m so disappointed...

Tsuzuru: Ngh... Fine, let me redo this one more time.

Citron: “Man”?

Tsuzuru: “Zai”!

Citron: Okay, you can come in~!

―Room 101―

Sakuya: Welcome, Tsuzuru-kun!

Tsuzuru: Can’t believe I had to go through that to enter here...

Izumi: Citron-kun must’ve really liked passwords, huh.

Itaru: That reminds me, he made us say them when we had a strategy meeting before.

Masumi: I couldn’t get in the room right away that it was a hassle at that time...

Chikage: In a way, you could say it’s the strongest security.

Sakuya: Anyway, what are we gathered here for tonight, Citron-san?

Itaru: Eh, even you don’t know?

Sakuya: Yes, he said that he’ll tell us only when everyone is here...

Masumi: What's the big deal.

Chikage: Maybe it’s about a classified information or something.

Citron: Exactly! It’s a serious matter that could shake the whole nation...!

Sakuya: EH!?

Tsuzuru: W-what do you mean by that?

Izumi: Uh, you see...

*flashback*

―Hallway (Night)―

Izumi: (Huh, there’s someone talking in the practice room... I wonder if he’s having self-training?)

Citron: Oh, Director!

Izumi: Citron-kun! Oh, you were in the middle of video call. Sorry about that!

Citron: It’s ok, it’s just Tangerine~.

Tangerine: “Good evening! Long time no see, Director-san.”

Izumi: Good evening, Tangerine-kun. Seems like your Japanese has improved again.

Citron: Director, you’re such a “light fowl” for staying up this late at night~.

Izumi: “Light fowl”? You mean “night owl”, right?

Citron: Yes, that!

Izumi: Well, why did you bother to take the video call here? You could’ve done it in your room or the lounge.

Citron: As for that... It’s because this transmission is a consultation of a crucial classified information...

Izumi: Classified information!?

Tangerine: “We were talking about ‘Citron’s Channel~ (Tentative)!’”

Izumi: ...It sounds so laid-back that it’s not like classified at all.

Citron: Geez, you have no sense of comedy, Tangerine.

Tangerine: “?”

Izumi: Um... Sorry if it’s really a classified information, but what’s “Citron’s Channel~ (Tentative)”?

Citron: It seems that the number of Zahran citizens who are interested in Japan has been increasing ever since that Kabuki performance.

Tangerine: “Many of them, especially the young ones have great interest in it, so we were discussing about opening a video channel.”

“If Onii-sama introduces the culture and lifestyle of Japan using the channel, all the Zahrans will love Japan even more!”

Izumi: Wow, it’s definitely a great idea!

Citron: There's a problem though. We’ve agreed to make one video as a trial, but still can’t decide on the main content...

Izumi: In that case, why not try asking everyone else about it? They might have some good input.

Citron: I see, they do say “thousand heads are better than one”, after all!

Izumi: Haha, that’s a bit too much. You’re supposed to say “two heads” there.

Citron: Alright, I will call everyone in Spring troupe along with Director and have 7 of us brainstorm ideas together!

Tangerine: “I’m looking forward to seeing what kind of video you’ll make with your friends, Onii-sama~!”

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Citron's Channel (Tentative) - Part 2

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Citron: ...And that’s about it!

Tsuzuru: Geez, don’t surprise us like that. That wasn’t even a classified information at all.

Itaru: Well, he’s not wrong about it being a national project.

Masumi: “Citron’s Channel~ (Tentative)” sounds too laid-back as the name for the official channel.

Sakuya: It’s memorable and very Citron-like, so I think it’s good though!

Chikage: For starters, I guess we should do our best to make some content for the video.

Citron: Me and Tangerine have tried to think of several ideas. Here’s one of them.

Sakuya: “Grand Plan: The One who Lies is the Golf”...? ( 1 )

Tsuzuru: You’re supposed to write “the Wolf” instead of “the Golf”...

Citron: Oh~, that’s our Tsuzuru! Never miss a beat to retort!

Masumi: To begin with, that plan itself doesn’t make any sense.

Chikage: Like I thought, for stuff like this, isn’t Chigasaki the expert?

Itaru: Hmm, let’s see. First off-.

―Kitchen (Day)―

Izumi: Okay, the camera’s ready~.

Citron: Today, I will introduce you to okonomiyaki! A fun and delicious Japanese dish that the whole family can make and eat together~.

Itaru: Well, we can try going for the classic, which is a cooking video.

Sakuya: The attraction to delicious food is universal after all!

Citron: The main ingredient is the cabbage! We will now chop it into bite-sized slices...

Masumi: He said that, but he’s cutting them big though?

Itaru: Bite-sized has lost its meaning.

Citron: Next, we add the flour and the eggs! Bam! Into the frying pan they go!

Tsuzuru: He’s putting everything in one motion...!

Chikage: You can’t really call that an okonomiyaki.

Izumi: At this rate, false information about Japan will spread around the world...!

Itaru: Hmm, so cooking’s a no-go. In that case-.

―Dining Room―

Citron: Now then, let’s eat Citron’s handmade okonomiyaki! Itadakimasu~!

Itaru: We’ll try doing an eating video. It’s another popular genre.

Citron: Oh-! This is...!

The crunchy cabbage and the mushy batter create a completely new texture!

Masumi: So you’re saying it’s undercooked.

Tsuzuru: Of course it is! From the way you cooked just a while ago...

Chikage: If this makes people think that Japanese food is not delicious, our image will get damaged for sure.

Izumi: Hngg, I guess this video is a flop, even though we recorded all that...

Omi: I’m home. ...What an amazing sight I’m seeing here.

Sakuya: Ah, Omi-san! Welcome home!

Tsuzuru: My bad for making a mess here. We were shooting a cooking video just now...

Izumi: Sorry, we’ll clean it up soon.

Omi: No, I don’t mind that you used the kitchen. Just that, what were you making?

Citron: Okonomiyaki!

Omi: Okonomiyaki, you say... Did you use up all the cabbages?

Citron: Not all, there are still some of them here.

Omi: Ah... They’ve all been cut already. What to do...

Izumi: What’s wrong?

Omi: I was thinking of making stuffed cabbage rolls for tonight’s dinner.

Izumi: EHH-!

Chikage: That’d be impossible to make with all these shredded cabbages.

Citron: Sorry, Omi~.

Omi: It’s alright. I’ll think of a different menu using the ingredients that we have now-.

Itaru: No, my mind and tongue are dying to eat cabbage rolls already.

Tsuzuru: Your rolls are really good after all.

Omi: But we’re out of cabbages...

Citron: I just remembered! The greengrocer old man said he got some good cabbages yesterday!

Sakuya: Then we might be able to make very tasty rolls if we use those!

Citron: Alright, let’s go to the grocery store and buy those cabbages~!

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[1] I ransacked my brain to do this one. I really like the original joke here but alas, it’s hard to keep it. Hopefully you can understand what I’m trying to explain here.

Citron originally wrote “ダジャレを言うのはダジャレ大作戦” or “dajare wo iu no wa dajare dai sakusen”, which translates to “Grand plan: Pun’s the one saying a pun”. What it should’ve been written is “ダジャレを言うのは誰じゃ大作戦” or “dajare wo iu no wa dare ja dai sakusen” which translates to “Grand plan: Who’s the one saying a pun?”.

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Citron's Channel (Tentative) - Part 3

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―Shopping District―

Itaru: ...It’s not like we need EVERYONE to go, do we?

Chikage: Walking around the shopping district should help you get some exercise.

Masumi: I’ll be the one to carry all your luggage.

Izumi: A lot of cabbages will be too heavy for one person to carry.

Elementary school kid A: Hey, it’s Citron!

Citron: Oh~, are you all back from school? Welcome back~!

Elementary school kid B: We’re back~!

Elementary school kid C: Let’s play games, Citron!

Citron: Sorry, we’ll do it next time because I’m going to the grocery store right now~.

Japanese sweets shop granny: Oh my, Citron-chan!

Citron: Hello~.

Japanese sweets shop granny: Good thing you came, I have some freshly made dangos here. Please take them with you.

Citron: Thank you!

Izumi: As always, you’re very popular.

🌸CHOICE 1: What’s the secret?

Izumi: You must have some kind of secret to being popular. Citron: I don’t have that! I just chat with everyone like normal. Madam A: Citron-chan always compliments me so I feel happy whenever we talked~. Citron: I’m just being honest~. Madam B: Of course we’ll be happy if a gentleman like you compliments us~. Citron: If I’m a gentleman, then both madams here are gentlewomen! Oh, was that the right word? Madams: Ahaha, you’re the best~! Izumi: (I think I saw a glimpse of the secret behind how he naturally attracts people...)

🌸CHOICE 2: You like everyone

Izumi: You really like everyone here, don’t you? Citron: I do! Everyone is very kind, so every day is fun~. Izumi: That’s great! It’s nice to have many people you like. Citron: Yeah! I like the madams, and the people from the neighbourhood association-. And especially everyone in the MANKAI Company. Izumi: Fufu, I see. Citron: ...And of course, I like you very much as well. Izumi: Thanks, I really like you too.

Fishmonger madam: Citron-chan, why don’t you come by our place today? I saved the best sweet shrimp for you.

Citron: As always, you’re so good at inviting people, madam~!

Itaru: He’s constantly being greeted by a lot of people as soon as we entered this place.

Sakuya: As expected from the prince of the shopping district!

Izumi: ...That’s it!

Sakuya: Eh?

Izumi: We should just take a video of him interacting with the people in town!

Chikage: I see. It’s a familiar sight to us, but it might look fresh to the people of Zahra.

Tsuzuru: A Japanese shopping district itself are rare, but it’s also rarer to see the sight of their prince blending in with the common people.

Sakuya: On top of that, they might be very happy to see him being loved even in another country as well!

Taiyaki shop owner: How about some taiyaki, Citron-kun?

Citron: I was craving something sweet earlier! Nice timing~!

Granny: I made a cushion of a pet that I saw from your photos before, Citron-chan. Do you like it?

Citron: Oh, Juliano...! It’s a spitting image!

Granny: I’m glad to hear that! I’ll give this one for you then!

Citron: Thank you~!

Izumi: (We finally arrived at the grocery store...!)

(But seems like we got enough footage to be used for the video.)

Citron: Old man~! I’ve come here to buy some cabbages!

Greengrocer old man: Welcome, Citron! Ya remembered that I got a lot of good ones, didn’t ya?

Citron: Of course!

Greengrocer old man: That makes me happy. A’ight, I’ll give ya the best one for free!

Citron: Thank you! As thanks, I’ll do a belly dance for you!

Izumi: W-wait a second, Citron-kun! I’m still recording, you know?!

Citron: I don’t mind! I want everyone in Zahra to see my belly dance too~!

Sakuya: Ah, Citron-san! Your shirt...!

Masumi: Is that good as thanks?

Greengrocer old man: Yer such a funny guy, Citron. Ah-ha-ha!

Itaru: ...He really likes it.

Chikage: Even so, a half-naked prince doing the belly dance would be an international issue.

Izumi: You’re right... We’ll cut this part out.

Citron: Oisa, oisa~!

Story Clear!

#a3!#a3! translation #meenatranslates #citron a3

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I need to read more about dilf rich car guy Yao

I want dilf car guy yao to spank me. I’d actually pay money for any handsome older Asian guy to give me a glimpse of attention but I’m a thirsty slut so idk man.

Minors DNI

Yao’s known for his flair, he’s a flashy man who enjoys the luxuries of life to their fullest. So it’s unsurprisingly in the ways he declares his love for you, a gorgeous younger woman from another country. He spends a pretty penny on your favourite items, all things listed in passing during your little chats when he visits your place of work. “Yao…” you sigh as he catches your eye while you’re walking to your bus stop. There he is, leaning on his Nissan Skyline R34. Now this isn’t his most expensive car, but it’s his favourite, the handling is best for drag racing at night. “Aaah, miss y/n…need a ride home today?” The smoke from his cigarette billows over his shoulder, he reaches it up to take a drag as he waits for you. “Yao, you know…I’m not too sure I trust you in the drivers seat, it’s scary driving with senior citizens after all.” You joke and he grins. “Wow, sassy.” What a good looking man he was when he smiled. He pushed the sleeves of his button up over his forearms and beckoned you with his finger. You practically melted then and there, the sight of that motion was so sultry coming from him.

It takes no convincing you, you’re in his car as soon as he offered it up. Yao was a respectable man, although a tad out of touch with someone your age, someone in the working class. The greying locks of his hair gave away his age more than anything however, he was so youthful and fresh, and yet so mature and confident, as expected of someone Yao’s age. He was bold and eccentric in all the best ways, but often you wondered what made him so attracted to you. It was simple though, he preferred the company of pretty young women. Yao had a lot of girls he had his eyes on, but you were his favourite, you bantered well with him, and he loved to spoil you, if you’d let him he’d take care of you for as long as you needed him to. He’d pay your bills and rent and give you gifts and clothes, whatever you wanted.

You made yourself comfortable in the passenger seat of his Skyline. He looked over to you and watched carefully, unsurprised when you crawl over the centre console to give him a little peck on the cheek. He feigns his shock, pulling his sunglasses from his face and covering his mouth. “Don’t tease an old man, y/n” he’s hardly an old man, a man in his mid fourties is no geezer but he likes to play with you.

“Who said I’m teasing?” you wrap his tie around your hand and pull him in closer to you. Yao’s hand is him your hair as he catches you lips in his, guiding you through the kiss. He bites your lower lip gently, and you are quick to respond by licking his. As your tongues slide over each other he groans, pulling you over from your side of the car to his, settling you in his lap. His hands meet your back, sliding down the fabric of your shirt and under breath, his cold fingers making you shiver as he rubs his thumbs over your waist.

He’s slow in taking your cardigan off your shoulders, lifting your shirt to expose your breasts to him. This wasn’t your first time starting up with him in one of his cars, yet every time it gave you butterflies and made your heart race when he helped himself to you. He cups your breasts in his hands, gathering up handfuls of you. He’s greedy in how he pulls you to him, the way he takes in the sight of your chest rising and falling, the sound of you oohing and aahing at his touch. “Yao.” You stop him. “are you going to take me home?” You ask him, your hair falling in your face as you settling into his lap, rolling your hips to teasingly push your little pussy against his throbbing erection. He groans at the pressure and chuckles a little at your innocent little question.

“How about I take you to my place?”

#hetalia #hetalia x reader #hetalia headcanons #hetalia imagines #hetalia lemons #hetalia smut #hetalia x fem!reader #aph china #hws china #yao wang #18+ only #18+ fanfic #18+

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baileypie-writes · 2 months

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I don't know if you're accepting requests for headcanons, but can you do one for me about what it would be like to date Captain Shalala? I love her very much (Sorry for any writing errors)

A/N ~ Sure! And I’m always accepting requests for headcanons:) Hope you enjoy!

~Captain Shalala Dating Headcanons~

Fandom: Soaring Sky Precure

Reader: Gender Neutral

Relationship: Romantic

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None!

~Masterlists~

~Precure Masterlist~

Seasons 1-10, 11-20

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~ Shalala is very brave and kindhearted. She cares for everyone in Skyland, always making sure they’re safe. During her patrols, she enjoys talking to the citizens. But out of all of them, you’ve always been her favorite. You always have something interesting to say, and she can’t help but smile when you’re around. After realizing that she seeks your company, she knows she’s fallen for you.

“Continue patrolling guys! I’ll be back in a moment!” Shalala said, as she rode her bird in your direction, failing to notice the snickers coming from the other guards. “Hello, (name). How are you?”

~ The captain is a busy woman. She’s constantly training both herself, and other members of the Azure Guards. And on top of that, she patrols the kingdom. So you don’t really get a lot of time to spend with each other during the day. But when the sun goes down, there’s nothing Shalala wants to do more than wind down in your arms.

Shalala plopped down on the couch, letting out a heavy sigh.

“Rough day?” You asked, scooting closer to her.

She smiled, resting her head on your shoulder. “Yes. But I’m already feeling more relaxed.”

~ She loves listening to you talk. Your voice is so relaxing to her, she could listen to it all day! It doesn’t matter what you’re talking about, she pays full attention. She especially loves when you talk about your interests. You get so excited and happy, that it makes her feel happy as well.

~ Despite her tough appearance and demeanor, she’s a softy around you. She could be doing some rough and intense training with the other guards, but the moment you catch her eye, the intense fire in her eyes extinguishes, and she becomes calm. She’s not ashamed of this in the slightest. To her, it’s a good thing.

~ While there’s technically no more threats to Skyland, Shalala still worries. There’s still dangers out there, and she doesn’t want you to experience any of it. She always warns you not to go looking for trouble, or to go to possibility dangerous places. If it’s somewhere you have to go to, she’ll accompany you the whole journey. The last thing she wants is you getting hurt.

“You’re going out into the forest? It can be dangerous out there. I’ll go with you.”

~ She really wishes to train you. Nothing crazy, just some basic self defense. It would make her feel so much better knowing that you’re more than capable of defending yourself when she isn’t around. She won’t pester you about it, but she’ll mention it at times. If you agree, she’ll be delighted. And don’t worry, she’ll go easy on you.

“Wow, that was a nice kick (name). Looks like you’ll be getting the hang of this in no time.”

~ Shalala can be quite affectionate. She adores hand holding, doing it with you pretty much everywhere you go. She loves giving your hand an occasional squeeze, a silent display of love. She also enjoys quick and gentle kisses. She mostly kisses your forehead or lips. Doing this in public isn’t a problem for her. She honestly couldn’t care less if people can see. But if you don’t like it, she’ll save it for when you’re alone.

~~~💙~~~💙~~~💙~~~

~~baileypie-writes

#baileypie-writes #precure #precure x reader #pretty cure #pretty cure x reader #hirogaru sky precure #hirogaru sky precure x reader #soaring sky precure #soaring sky precure x reader #captain shalala #captain shalala x reader

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jessicas-pi · 10 months

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I Am A Little Addicted To The Incorrect Quote Maker.

Anyway. Twin Blades And Beskar (Lifeswap) AU?

Inquisitor: Well, aren’t you all a rag-tag group of adventurers with unclear goals and good hearts! Oh, let me guess: you’re out to save the galaxy! Kanan: Well, actually, that sounds like a pretty fair assessment. Sabine: More or less, I guess... Ahsoka: That sounds awesome! Let’s do that! Ezra: I’m new here, but I am open to the concept. Hera: I thought that’s what we were doing, guys, come on!

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Sabine: My aesthetic is "would be suspected of witchcraft by small town citizens."

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Ahsoka: Throw lamps at people who need to lighten up, and throw handles at someone who needs to get a grip. Kanan: Throw a refrigerator at someone who needs to chill. Sabine: Throw scissors at someone who needs to cut it out! Hera: Throw a clock at someone who needs to get with the times! Okadiah: Throw matches at someone who needs to get fired up! Ezra: Throw a brick at someone to kill them!

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Ahsoka, making coffee: This is going to fix everything.

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Sabine: Rules were made to be broken. Kanan: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken. Ahsoka: Uh, piñatas. Chopper: Glow sticks. Ezra: Karate boards. Hera: Spaghetti when you have a small pot. Sabine: Rules. Kanan:

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Ezra: I hope no one lowkey hates me. Ezra: Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being. Ezra: Go big or go home.

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Chopper: Drink your school, stay in sleep, don't do milk, and get 8 hours of drugs.

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Hera: Just be yourself. Sabine: Really? Hera, I have one day to win over Ezra’s clan! Sabine: How long did it take for you guys to like me? Okadiah: Couple of weeks. Kanan: Six months. Chopper: Jury’s still out. Sabine: See Hera? ‘Just be yourself,’ what kind of garbage advice is that?!

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Okadiah: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life. Ahsoka: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back… Hera: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this. Ezra: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years. Kanan: I knew I lost that potential somewhere. Sabine: Mental stability, my old friend! Okadiah: Force, could you lighten up a little?

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Ezra: Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve!

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Okadiah: If you got arrested what would be the charges? Ahsoka: Theft. Hera: Disturbing the peace. Kanan: Aggravated assault. Sabine: Arson. Ezra: All of the above. In that order, probably.

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Ezra: So, what’s Sabine's type? Kanan: Awkward, overprotective, oblivious, terrible sense of humor, Mandalorian. Ezra: Sounds kind of like me. Too bad she loathes me. Kanan: Did I mention oblivious? Ezra: Yeah, why? Kanan: Just making sure.

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Sabine: If I die, you can have what little I own. Ezra: Wait. What do you mean "if" you die? Sabine: My unending existence is fuelled by pure spite, that of which the painful experiences of life have rendered me full. Ezra: Ezra: *Sighs* Let me call your Master again.

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Chopper: All of your existences are confusing. The Spectres: How so? Chopper: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to any of you upsets me.

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Kanan: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier. Kanan: Violently pilots. Hera: Violently lightsaber trains. Ahsoka: Violently sleeps. Sabine: Violently raises the dead. Ezra: Violently murders people. Okadiah: Violently worries about the previous two statements.

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Sabine: Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices. Sabine: Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.

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*The squad's reaction to being told they're the chosen one* Hera: I will not let you down. Ahsoka: Sounds fun. Kanan: K. Sabine: Like kriff I am. Okadiah: Do I have to be? Ezra: Please manda I am so tired

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*after a perilous life-or-death escape/rescue* Sabine: Oh, gods, I could just kiss you right now. Ezra: ... Ezra: Neat. *later* Ezra, lying face down on his bunk: I said "Neat," Kanan. Who says neat? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm kriffing stupid. Kanan, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, kid. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Did Oke ever tell you what I did when Hera confessed her love for me? Ezra: Didn't you thank her? Kanan: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I thanked her.

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Kanan: I have met some of the most insufferable people. But they also met me.

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Ezra: Capitalizing every word in a sentence is vomit inducing. Sabine: Enjoy Your Trip To Puke Land, Boy!

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Hera: I think my guardian angel drinks.

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Ezra: The only thing I'm guilty of is being adorable... ...and also assault with a deadly weapon.

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Sabine, at the slightest provocation: I came into this galaxy screaming and covered in someone else's blood and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

#twin blades and beskar au #sabezra #incorrect quotes #jedi sabine wren #mandalorian ezra bridger #i am going to be so insufferable with this incorrect quote thing you have no idea

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text prompts stolen from my groupchats p. 4

[text] i just came here to fix my insecurities not to like improve myself as a person [text] you’re gonna get a good grade in being a special little white girl [text] *snaps my bones to make me sharper* that beast is goin down [text] it could also be that I’m hallucinating but isn’t that just a symptom of womanhood anyway [text] i have no connection to reality and my untethered existence to anything but the void will either be a curse or a blessing and i dont know if i have any sway over which it decides to be [text] wig? on what cause? [text] im making a discord channel no one can post in just to pretend i can ever get some peace and quiet around here [text] im making all pokemon latino now. dúskul [text] noooooo baby dont restrict my use of internet shorthand ur so sexy aha [text] all men are clowns one way or another might as well find one who knows it [text] move over asimov's laws 'no significant crimes' is here to fuckin party [text] es siempre la hora de morbo [text] the face distracts while the hands attack [text] wow you would talk about history when you know colonialism took history away from me? [text] im not getting into heaven but i will be ready to court the devil with my sultry words [text] if you can’t find an emo in the wild, but have some patience, you can always just kill a smiley kid’s parents then wait [text] blonde bitpulls are still poc (pets of color) theyre just light skin [text] you’re handsome but also look like someone who forgets their wallet a lot [text] these devilish indulgences are the delights of the bourgeoisie while my proletarian citizens starve [text] at least ur keeping him off the streets [text] if i go too long without moisturizing i can physically feel my skin file a complaint. like before i even get dry i get the sensation of my cells pulling out lil pens to fill out a form [text] he has whiskers on his face i always thought naruto was a catboy [text] i couldn’t even give up cussing for ramadan so... [text] switching apps is the new walking through a doorway [text] god is real and he likes to make me suffer in new and mundane ways [text] on this day chaos has lost a finger of its chokehold grip on humanity’s pulse [text] a divorce is just a permanent block [text] if you say that to me again ill pull out your tattoo [text] if people have to see me they have to really see me [text] am I not coherent enough for you???? do you know who I am???? [text] the rules are mere crumbs and we are the cosmic brooms sweeping them under the rug of possibility [text] first point? amazing, flawless, wonderful. second point? stop appropriating gothness

#text prompts #rp starters #roleplay meme #funny #friendship

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jgvfhl · 29 days

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The Number Lads Have Midnight Crises

And it's much tastier than the title would have you believe. Yes, folks, this is it! The final chapter. I hope this ties things up nicely enough for you, and thank you all so much who have read along with the lads and their adventures.

Words: ~5500 Warnings: None! Link to Master List of Chapters on Tumblr Link to full story on Ao3

Double Trouble: kinda wild that it’s almost been a year since everything almost went completely to shit

Loopy: has it??? Force…

RedBoiiiii: holy shIT you’re RIGHT

Leafs: I’m shocked it’s all held together as well as it has

CrispyDomino: me too tbh

CrispyDomino: suddenly adding almost two million citizens to the Republic’s census is a lot

Loopy: well it wasn’t that sudden

RedBoiiiii: yeah they’re still rolling it out right? Supposed to finish by the new year festivals

high fives: That was the plan I saw on the holonews

#1 Boy: oh!!! Who has their new ID yet???

CrispyDomino: I think Skywalker pulled strings to get ours to us so quickly

high fives: no i think Senator Amidala pulled strings FOR him

CrispyDomino: true

d0nut man: the 118th got ours!

RedBoiiiii: i think we’re getting ours in rancor next week??

Loopy: i’ve got mine

DressedtotheNines: 212th got ours a couple months back

Double Trouble: AND THE NEW IDS DON’T HAVE TO HAVE GENDER MARKINGS???

Leafs: That is how they work

Submarine: Nova Corps got ours just this week :)

Double Trouble: I CAN JUST BE AN ENTITY!!!!!

RedBoiiiii: YEAH BABYYYYY

high fives: NICE

#1 Boy: right??? so nice!!! and you can pick a last name??

d0nut man: you can use your designation as a second name!

Leafs: Oh, yes, that was one of the updates to Republic law meant to accommodate us.

Loopy: oh sweet. not doing it.

high fives: yeah i already got a first name for that

CrispyDomino: yeah we kinda had an easy choice for second names

high fives: Domino Brothers!

RedBoiiiii: awesome!!!

Loopy: i’m waiting for it…

Leafs: Waiting for…?

#1 Boy: yeah didn’t you say you got your ID card Loops?

RedBoiiiii: OHHHHHH WAIT COMMANDERRRRRR

Loopy: there it is

RedBoiiiii: WAHT IS YOUR SECOND NAAAAAME DO YOU HAVE YOUR NEW ID???

Leafs: ah

Double Trouble: lakdjlkglskd oh my gods you people XD

#1 Boy: oh :P

RedBoiiiii: WOW okay you idiots, i feel so seen

DEATH: Why is this any of your business?

RedBoiiiii: Because!!!!

d0nut man: Wait is it the same as your batchers?

RedBoiiiii: OH RIGHT YOU SERVE UNDER HIS BROTHER

Double Trouble: ELEVENSIES, WHAT IS CMDR THIRE’S SECOND NAME

DEATH: I’m not sure if I should be happy you’re finally using your brains

DEATH: or disappointed it took you all that long to remember I have batchmates.

CrispyDomino: lol

RedBoiiiii: okay in MY DEFENSE!!!! I still don’t even know where cmdr Havoc sleeps

Double Trouble: commanders don’t have lives outside of the command wym

RedBoiiiii: how am i supposed to remember about batchmates???

DEATH: Do-si-do, if I don’t have a life outside of command, what the hell am I doing here?

Leafs: I ask myself that all the time, more or less

Double Trouble: Numbers

RedBoiiiii: yeah you didn’t have a choice in us

DEATH: So I’ve discovered

high fives: he’s still dodging the question!!!!

#1 Boy: Commander Thire Nitta!

d0nut man: yeah same for Nero

Loopy: what…?

DressedtotheNines: That’s a very normal name for a batch called Chaos

RedBoiiiii: yeah… >_>

CrispyDomino: oh my gods

high fives: NO… really????

DEATH: Domino, think very carefully

RedBoiiiii: WHAT IS IT DOMINO

Double Trouble: WE MUST KNOW!!!!

CrispyDomino: Hey, who’s gonna be on Trip Zip soon? We can get together, hang out

high fives: there’s a fun pizza joint we found a few weeks ago

Double Trouble: NOW WHO’S DODGING THE QUESTION?????

DEATH: Good thinking, Domino.

~scene break~

Of the things Trees had experienced and/or discovered in his life—mainly including those things experienced and/or discovered after meeting Sevenset and Do-si-do—he had to admit, this was a new one. He opened his comms messages again, double-checking that he had the address and the meeting time correct for this informal Numbers meeting. It was in-person, which was always nice, but it was also being hosted at 22:30 hours, which, even for clones, was a bit late at night to be going out somewhere. They were diurnal, after all.

But no, that was when Domino had said this place was open. Trees looked up at the building in front of him. It was on a lower level, and the light coming through the storefront windows was warm and inviting. The sign blinking purple and green above the door read Pizza Crisis, with a portion of a pizza pie replacing part of the letter peth in the first word. Cute. He wasn’t sure he was really hungry for pizza, but he could probably get a drink or something small to share with the others.

The doors slid open when he approached, and it didn’t take him long to spot the others when he stepped inside. The Pizza Crisis restaurant’s interior was mostly round, with a flat wall that led to the kitchen behind a curved counter at the far end of the large room. Booths and tables filled the floor. The Numbers already gathered were seated around a circular table off to one side, probably meant for larger parties like theirs. Elevensies waved him over.

It was… really nice to see everyone out of their armor. Even those who hadn’t chosen to leave the service had changed into civvies for this. Do-si-do had discovered they simply adored long skirts, so it wasn’t a surprise to see them wearing one with a cropped hoodie that Trees thought looked chilly.

“Trees!” Sevenset smiled, just like always. “Glad you could make it.”

“I’m glad I don’t have to get up for early classes tomorrow,” he replied, taking the empty chair between Loops and Elevensies. “Is this everyone we’re expecting?”

He’d seen a few of the RSVPs on their group comms chain. Fours and Nines were off-world for the time being. Fours was at school too, but on Cerea, studying agriculture and botany. General Mundi had made it perfectly clear that any of his troopers who chose to would find a warm welcome on his home planet, and many had taken the offer. His school had a break coming up, so he might come back to Trip Zip then. The commander had only said something about having other plans, and not even Elevensies had been able to wheedle them out of him. Nines had sent a message that morning with the news that he wouldn’t be there, since he had the evening shift for the week where he worked at one of Coruscant’s many animal rescue shelters. Apparently, the 212th’s penchant for running into random wildlife on nearly every ground campaign was a marketable skill. Zero was on-world, but apparently too busy to stop by that night.

“Yeah, this is it,” Loops confirmed. He looked downright cozy in a grey knit sweater with a high collar. “How are classes?” he added, turning to look over at him.

Trees shrugged. “It’s fun, honestly.”

“That’s awesome,” Do-si-do said. “You’re gonna be planning buildings in no time!”

“Uh…” Trees said. He had just started his second semester studying architecture and material engineering on Coruscant—well, he was on Coruscant. The university was on Naboo, and eventually, he would be too. “There are a lot of in-between steps, but. Sure.”

“I suspect you’ll be in high demand with all the destruction the war caused,” Fives said, stirring his glass of soda with his straw. His twin nodded next to him.

“Maybe.” Trees looked around the restaurant, now noticing a few more tables occupied by recognizably nocturnal or at least more crepuscular species. Looking to the counter against the flat wall, he saw a pair of cathars speaking to each other while wiping down some glasses. “Have you all ordered anything at all?” he asked.

“Just drinks,” Sevenset said, pointing to the glass of pink-colored something in front of him. “Server said they’d be back soon, though.” He reached over to a black square inlaid in the table in front of Trees and pressed it. A holographic menu sprang up. “Have a look.”

“I’m not sure I want pizza this late at night,” Trees said, scrolling through the first few menu options. Why was this section labeled Crises for Every Occasion?

“Scroll to the side,” Elevensies urged. “They do dessert too! I’m getting the Sweet ‘n’ Salty Quandary.”

Whatever those words meant, Trees wasn’t going to question it. He flicked the menu over to the side, and a new section popped up. It was labeled Quandaries for Any Mood. A quick skim revealed Elevensies was right, and it was entirely desserts. Judging by the pictures, they were mainly cookie-based, with the occasional appearance of ice cream or milkshakes. Now this… this wasn’t so bad.

“Why are they called that?” he asked. “The… crisis and quandary thing.”

Loops shrugged. “Dunno.”

Fives spoke up. “It’s a joke, sorta. It’s so you can say ‘Oh, I’m having a crisis in the middle of the night,’ and you’re actually having a pizza.”

“Yeah, I think it was created during a sleep-deprived brainstorming session,” Echo said. “But the food’s amazing.”

After a few minutes of browsing the menu while the others chatted about their lives (Do-si-do always had some fun stories from cosmetology school to tell), one of the cathars made their way back over to their table with a datapad in hand. The thin coat of fur across their body was pale, with brown stripes and whorls along the arms. Their hair was dyed a gradient of midnight blue over the top to sky blue layers underneath, and the dim lights overhead caught glints of metal piercings all over their ears, nose, lips, and brows.

“You all ready to order?” Their voice was slightly raspy and had a darker quality about it that somehow matched the environment very well.

“Yep!” Sevenset said as they all nodded. “We’re all here now.”

The cathar—for the life of him, Trees couldn’t settle on any obvious outward gender presentation, and was silently begging this person to introduce themselves—nodded with a smile. “Cool. I’m Asterix, by the way. So.” They held up their datapad. “Are you having crises or quandaries tonight?”

“Both!” Do-si-do said with a smile.

“Alright, nice,” Asterix replied. “Crises first, if you don’t mind.”

Sevenset started, ordering a Naberrie Crisis with extra olives for him and Do-si-do to share. Fives and Echo ordered something called an Carnivore’s Omnivore Crisis to share, and Elevensies got a “personal crisis” with sausage and mushrooms. That was apparently the smallest sized pizza they served here. Cute. Then, Asterix went around for the Quandaries, again starting with Sevenset. One by one, they placed their dessert orders. Trees had settled on a True Midnight Quandary, since it had the most chocolate of anything on the menu. He really loved being able to have real food now. No more rations, no more tasteless nutrient bars… and he really loved chocolate. He also requested some water, since he hadn’t been present to order drinks earlier. Asterix finished with their orders and left them with the message that they would be ready shortly.

When they were on their own again, Loops spoke up. “So how’s the service lately?” he asked, looking towards the three ARC troopers.

“It’s good,” Fives said with confidence. “I think we’re mostly through the stage of dozens of troopers leaving daily, so the ranks have finally had some time to settle.”

His brother nodded in agreement. “Yeah, hopefully the numbers will stay where they are for the next year or so. They’re a good bunch, though.”

“And there are still thousands of kiddos on Kamino left to grow up,” Sevenset added. “Luckily, they have some options now.”

“That partnership with Naboo and Alderaan, right?” Echo said.

Trees recalled the headlines from a couple months ago. Kamino’s cloning facilities were obviously shut down, and many of the scientists had been slowly trickling out to other scientific facilities around the galaxy where their skills would be useful. That still left all the clones, from embryos to teenagers, who now had no war to fight. Naboo and Alderaan had opened their first of what would hopefully be many education centers on each planet, created with the intention of taking the strain off of Kamino’s dwindling staffing resources.

Sevenset went on. “Yeah, that’s the idea. The older ones are going first, usually around five to ten standard. The littlest ones we’re keeping on-world for the time being. There are still plenty of brothers left there to take care of them, and a few of the nattie trainers were kept on too.”

“I’ve heard a lot of medics are basically retiring there,” Loops said.

“Kind of, yeah,” Sevenset said. “I wouldn’t call it retirement, exactly, but it’s a hell of a break from field medicine.”

“And you get vacation days, now,” Do-si-do added with a smile.

“And we get vacation days now!” Sevenset beamed. “And something resembling a salary.”

“Resembling,” Fives repeated dryly.

“Yeah, they’re doing their best,” Echo said. “Two million new citizens is a lot to handle.”

“At least we get free education,” Trees pointed out. He hadn’t paid a credit to apply to or attend his university. “For now, I guess.” He held no illusions that the charity would last forever, but it was a good start.

“Yeah, for now,” Do-si-do said.

There was a moment of easy silence, then something occurred to Trees. He cast his mind back, trying to remember the most recent conversations from the group comm chain. With a small frown, he looked at Domino. “Did you ever tell us why the commander’s last name was odd?”

The two of them smiled knowingly.

“They didn’t!” Sevenset said, pointing at them accusingly.

Do-si-do jostled Fives’ shoulder. “C’mon… you can tell us off the record.”

Elevensies clasped his hands under his chin. “Please!”

“Alright, alright,” Fives said. He took a sip from his drink and leaned forward conspiratorially. “Echo had to do some digging to confirm it, but we figured it out. The Chaos Batch all chose the last name Nitta, right?”

They all nodded, all leaning in as well.

Echo picked up the story seamlessly. “Turns out, there’s only one family on Coruscant with that last name.” He paused for dramatic effect, and Trees had to admit, the effect was good. “Mira and Saleha Nitta.”

Sevenset and Do-si-do’s jaws fell open, and Elevensies gasped. “The noodle ladies?” Sevenset asked, his eyes already lit up with glee.

“Yeah, the noodle ladies,” Fives grinned.

“Did they adopt them, or what?” Loops asked.

“They can do that?” Elevensies wanted to know. He looked from Loops back to Domino.

Echo answered, “No. Well—technically, yes. But that’s not what happened.”

“Yeah, wait—” Sevenset cut in. “They’re already part of a Mandalorian clan, remember? Clan… Ves? Their trainer adopted them.”

“Mandalorian space is still outside the Republic’s jurisdiction,” Trees pointed out.

“Yeah, but clan ties are still recognized under Republic law,” Sevenset replied. “So why didn’t they choose Ves as a second name?”

Fives and Echo shrugged together. “Dunno,” Fives said. “Their choice, obviously.”

There was a pensive second of silence while they all processed the information. Trees supposed it made sense. That command batch had been living in the Noodle Bar for quite a while before the Numbers ever discovered it. Clearly, Saleha and Mira cared a great deal for the four of them as well, as evidenced by their willingness to help Elevensies and Ahsoka on Sixes’ word alone, not to mention the whole thing with the chips and Palpatine.

Do-si-do hmph-ed quietly, sipping at their drink through the straw. As their eyes drifted over the restaurant to Trees’ back, they paused. If Trees had noticed, he knew the others had as well. Do-si-do shook their head, letting the straw drop from their lips. “Dude, I’m telling you, he’s Force-sensitive,” they said, mainly to Sevenset next to them.

“What?” their friend answered.

Do-si-do just grinned. Then they sat up tall and stuck a hand up in the air, waving. “Hi, Commanders!”

The whole table of them turned to look. Sure enough, the four very recognizable figures of the Chaos Batchers had appeared near the front doors to the building. Two of them had left the service entirely. Nero was still commanding the 118th, but Sixes had mentioned that recently he’d been looking into expanding into other methods of earning a living. Trees had his suspicions those other methods might skirt dangerously close to illegality, but he wasn’t going to question it. Sixes, while not an active military member anymore, was still employed training the pilots coming off of Kamino or out of the civilian population. From what Trees could tell, he liked it well enough. Considering the man’s military file, he deserved the break. Bacara and Thire were out completely, though Trees didn’t know much else beyond that.

Sixes broke away from his brothers to walk over to their table. It was still weird seeing him in plainclothes instead of uniform, but at least his color palette hadn’t changed much. He still wore mainly black, greys, and dark blues, and had recently found a leather jacket somewhere that he’d been wearing frequently. He had it on tonight, anyway. “I had wondered which new pizza place Domino had discovered,” he said when he was close enough. “Good choice.”

“How long have you known about this place?” Do-si-do asked.

Sixes shrugged. “Couple years. It was one of the best places open after we were done with work during the war. That, and Nero’s got some personal vendetta against getting a full night of sleep, so coming here kept him off the streets.”

That seemed to make sense with the other information they had on Nero.

“How’s training?” Fives asked.

“Good,” the commander replied with a small smile. It seemed like he’d softened a bit since leaving active service. They saw more smiles and received fewer reminders of their own mortality, at any rate. “Feels better knowing I’m not sending them out to certain death. Just probable combat,” he added.

The three ARCs still in service all nodded. “Hear hear,” Echo said quietly.

“How are the little ones, Sevens?” he asked.

Sevenset smiled, though not with the full brilliance he sometimes gave. “Hopeful,” he said after a second to think.

That brought a smile to everyone’s face. The commander dipped his chin slightly. “Well, that’s about as good as it gets, right?” They all nodded in general concurrence. “How’s everyone else?” he went on. “How’s school going?” He looked around at Do-si-do, Trees, Loops, and Elevensies.

“I get to take a semester abroad in a few months!” Elevensies announced. “We’re going to Kashyyyk for our macrobiology class.”

“That would be the place to go for macrobiology,” Fives said.

“Yeah, they have giant spiders!” Elevensies said, sounding far too excited over something so horrible. But, to each their own. This was why Trees was studying things that weren’t alive.

“Why are you here?” Do-si-do asked instead of answering the question. “Having a midnight crisis on this fine Tuangsday?”

Sixes hummed, appearing to consider his options before answering. Curious. Finally, he turned around to find his batch. They’d been seated not too far away at a round table much smaller than the one the Numbers currently occupied. “Hey, Cara! Why are we here again?”

The former Marines Commander looked up. An uncharacteristically wide smile split his face, bending his tattoo slightly. “I got engaged!”

His other batchmates smiled with him, clearly happy for him. After a second for the announcement to sink in, the Numbers joined in.

“That’s awesome!” Sevenset said, looking between Sixes and Bacara.

“Who?” Do-si-do demanded, a little more insistent. “When? Do you need a stylist?”

Bacara blinked at them, slightly taken aback. “Uh… neither of us has hair?”

“I can do makeup!”

Sixes raised an open palm towards Do-si-do, a smile still hovering on his face. “Alright, take it easy. It just happened today.” When they sat back in their seat, momentarily quieted, he explained further. “It’s one of Saleha’s grandsons, Mubi.”

“Well, at least he won’t have to change his last name,” Sevenset said. The look he gave was an obvious provocation. His typical Look What I Can Do expression, waiting for a response.

The commander was silent for a second, never having lost the ability to make his expression entirely unshifting and unreadable when he so chose. Then he smirked. “Took you long enough to figure it out.”

“Hey, we did all the hard work,” Fives pointed out. “He just begged us for the intel.”

“Yeah, I think of you four as one unit of delinquency,” Sixes replied, gesturing with one hand to Domino, Do-si-do, and Sevenset where they all sat in a row around the table.

Loops snorted, bringing his hand up to muffle his giggles. Trees smiled, watching Elevensies dissolve into quiet laughter as well. That was quite a way to describe those four. Trees liked it.

Echo put his hand over his chest, a kind of mimicry of his armor paint. “What? Me?”

“Yes, even you. Delinquency only succeeds when people understand which rules to break and exactly how.”

Echo didn’t have a response to that. Fives supplied one. “I mean, that has been our M.O. in Torrent since we got there. He’s got a point.”

Trees felt a tap on the back of his chair, and looked up at the commander. Loops was doing the same. “Trees, Loops. How’s school?”

Trees nodded. “I like it. And it’s never tried to kill me, so that’s nice.”

Do-si-do grimaced. “The one thing I think entering customer service will change for me,” they muttered.

“Um, yeah. School’s good,” Loops said, his eyes on the tabletop. “I like the professors.” He fidgeted with the cuffs of his sweater. Something was up. “I uh… I started seeing someone from one of my classes.”

Sevenset and Do-si-do both leaned over to him, their expressions lighting up with curiosity. “Really?” Sevenset asked, nudging Loops with an elbow. “That’s really exciting!”

“Yeah!” Do-si-do seconded.

It was good news to hear. There was a ripple of positive comments around the table. After an entire existence being… whatever they had been in the eyes of the law, it was nice to hear about one of them having such normal experiences.

“Hope it’s okay, I guess,” the commander added with a shrug.

They all looked over to him with varying expressions of confusion.

“Thanks?” Loops said, his brows furrowed.

“You’re welcome,” he replied like nothing had happened. “I’m going to go enjoy my quandary with my brothers.” He reached out and ruffled Elevensies’ hair, then wandered back over to his batchmates.

There was silence for a moment, then Sevenset said, “I will never understand him. I really had hope sometimes, but I don’t think it’s gonna happen.”

“I think that’s as nice an endowment as you’re gonna get, Loops,” Echo said.

“He’s not my commander,” Loops pointed out. “I’m not begging for his approval to go out with someone.”

“Okay, but I’m begging to know more about this person,” Do-si-do said, leaning forward again. “Spill.”

So, for the next few minutes, Loops, only a little begrudging, answered a slew of questions about this new person in his life. He seemed to enjoy it, as much as he rolled his eyes and huffed at the questions Sevenset and Do-si-do asked. Together, they learned that this person was human, and she was from Alderaan, and her name was Meila. She was studying engineering, and Loops had met her in one of his mathematics courses. She sounded very nice, from what Trees could tell. The interview finally came to a close when the food arrived. Asterix was accompanied by the second cathar Trees had seen earlier. This person had a larger build, reddish brown fur, and darker hair.

“Three crises, coming in,” Asterix announced, setting down little metal stands on the table. As they named the orders, their companion would place the correct pizza down on the stand closest to its recipients. When all the pizzas were set out, Asterix said, “And Obelix and I will be right back with the Quandaries for the rest of you.” Looking around at those of them who had ordered pizzas, they added, “We’ll hold off on yours until you’ve finished your Crises.”

“Thank you!” Elevensies beamed.

The conversation thinned slightly with several of them now engaged in eating their pizzas. But, those several were among the most talkative of the group, so the table was never quiet for very long. After a couple minutes, Asterix and Obelix returned with quandaries for Trees and Loops, since the rest were still demolishing their pizzas.

“I didn’t know you all knew the Chaos Commanders over there,” Asterix commented, tilting their head towards the table of four nearby. They must have seen some part of the conversation with the commander. “Those four have been familiar faces here for a while, if you’ll forgive the expression.”

“Oh, yeah,” Echo said.

“Well, we know one of them better than the others,” Fives added.

“I used to serve under one of them,” Elevensies said.

The two cathar nodded. Asterix smiled. “Nice. Well, enjoy. We’ll be back with the other desserts later.”

Trees looked at the beautiful collection of chocolate on the plate in front of him. He was absolutely coming back here during finals week when he stayed up too late studying. The True Midnight Quandary was truly a wonderful thing. The base was a chocolate cookie about eight inches across, studded with gooey chocolate chunks. Atop that sat chocolate mousse in a slowly melting hemisphere about half the size of the cookie. The entire plate was sprinkled with chocolate shavings, and had a generous few stripes of chocolate sauce drizzled over everything.

“Do you think that’s enough chocolate, Trees?” Loops asked pointedly. “I think they missed a spot.”

“It looks like a black hole,” Fives remarked, flipping a string of cheese back on top of his pizza slice.

Trees lifted his chin. He grabbed the bundle of cutlery wrapped in a purple napkin and spread the napkin on his lap. “I didn’t make comments about Loops ordering a cookie that’s not even baked, so I think you guys should just leave me to my black hole over here.”

“My cookie is gonna be amazing,” Loops replied. His order was called something like A Stone-Cold, Half-Baked Quandary, and started with a circle—smaller than Trees’ cookie, thankfully—of raw chocolate chip cookie dough. On top of that were two scoops of ice cream, one chocolate, one vanilla, a dash of rainbow sprinkles, a flower of whipped cream on each scoop, and a drizzle of caramel sauce. Trees was sure that, if one actually liked raw cookie dough, it would be amazing.

Trees was not of such a mind, however, and instead cut off a chunk of his still-warm cookie with his fork and put it in his mouth. It was perfect. Now that everyone had something to eat, the conversation did die down a bit, but never too much. Elevensies started telling them about a holoseries one of his old squadmates was working on. Apparently, he’d gotten a job with one of the local film studios on Coruscant shortly after the war had ended officially, and this was the first project he was part of. It was still nice to hear about clones slowly integrating, even after all these months had passed.

Even the clones who had been imprisoned during the war—mostly for deserting or something of that kind—were slowly being put on parole as their cases were brought up for reexamination. The first few had made headlines. The next dozen or so, not as much, but the news had gotten around quickly among the troopers anyways. News often did.

“Oh, hey,” Sevenset said during a pause in conversation. “Domino, how is Skywalker doing? He hasn’t been on the holonet so much lately.”

Echo smirked. “Probably because Senator Amidala’s maternity leave ended last month, and he’s been busy picking up some of the slack.”

“I’m sure he’ll have a whole bunch of cute pictures once he gets the time to post them,” Fives added. “The twins already have half the galaxy wrapped around their little fingers.”

“They’re so cute!” Elevensies said. “Leia looks so much like Gener–-uh, Mast–uh… her dad!” There was still a constant problem among clones as far as what to call their former superior officers. Skywalker was doubly confusing since he had left the Order altogether only a few months after Palpatine’s death.

“Yeah, I’m sure the Jedi will be fighting over who gets to train the little tykes later on,” Echo remarked.

“Everyone except Kenobi,” Fives cut in quietly. He smirked as he took another bite of pizza.

Echo continued. “Rex and Cody fighting over who got to hold them first was bad enough.”

“Oh, really?” Do-si-do asked around a bite of pizza. “Who won?”

“There’s two of them and two twins,” Fives said. “No one ‘won,’ much to their disappointment.”

His brother added, “It did make for funny pictures, though—the two of them glaring at each other while holding these adorable little babies.”

Sevenset and Do-si-do laughed quietly. “I wanna see those pictures,” Sevenset said.

Echo nodded. “I’ll put ‘em in the group chat tomorrow.”

Honestly, finding out Skywalker had had a secret wife—a secret pregnant wife—had been one of the tamer revelations when it came out. For Trees, anyway. The whole thing with Palpatine and the chips and Dooku seemed far more important in his memory, but that was understandable, since he’d risked his life going after Dooku. The public had no such connection. The press had stopped running regular stories about Palpatine’s death only a couple months after it happened, but the rest of the clone troopers like Trees were stuck trying to get brain surgery or something as fast as possible. Only months later, after most of them had gone under the knife—or the laser, really—did a group of doctors come forward with a better idea.

Actually, he remembered one of those doctors being the strange Kaminoan Zero and Domino had mentioned coming to Umbara to pick up the commander. Tal Mu, wasn’t it? He and his team had figured out how to alter some kind of bacteria to consume the chip while it was still inside the body. After witnessing some of the troopers in the 41st go through what looked like the worst cold imaginable, Trees was grateful for the surgery. But, once it had been proven effective, the injection became standard for chip-removal. Sevenset had told them that the injection was standard practice on all clones of a certain age now, and that some of the younger clones had started looking at it as a new milestone, since they weren’t allowed off Kamino until the chip was gone.

A little later, when the pizzas on the table had been thoroughly devoured (they still maintained elevated metabolisms, even if they weren’t all fighting a war), Asterix and Obelix returned with the rest of the desserts. Do-si-do looked particularly pleased with their Fruitcake Quandary, which had far more colors in it than Trees had expected a dessert to have. When they had passed out all the dishes and collected the empty pizza trays, Asterix set down a cardboard box in the middle of the table. The box was labeled with the restaurant’s logo, and had a clear window at the top into its contents.

“These are from us, free of charge,” they explained. “We know who you are, and we know what you did for the Republic.”

“Oh, sweet!” Do-si-do smiled, leaning forward to get a better look at the box. “Thanks!”

“Or you’re welcome, I guess?” Sevenset added, also leaning to look.

“Enjoy,” Asterix answered simply. Then the two cathars retreated back to the counter against the far wall.

Fives frowned slightly. “They didn’t do that when Echo and I were here before.”

“They were really busy last time,” his brother said. “What kind of cookies are they?”

Loops reached out and pulled the box closer while the other five dug into their Quandaries. Trees looked on beside him. Through the clear window in the box’s lid, he could see about a dozen cookies. They were pale sugar cookies, much smaller than the one he had just finished. The cookies all had the Republic cog baked in the center in a chocolate dough. The clarity of the design was impressive for the medium.

“Sugar cookies,” Loops answered. “We can divide them up so everyone can take some home.”

“Ooh, yes!” The exclamation was a little muffled, since Do-si-do’s mouth was full of chopped fruit and “fun-fetti” cookie.

Later still, when the plates were scraped clean, and they were all sitting quite contentedly, Sevenset tapped his fork against the edge of his glass with no great purpose, it seemed. But then he set down his fork and picked his glass up, nearly empty though it was. “Well,” he said, holding the glass towards the center of the table. “Glad we could meet up for pizza and cookies. Here’s to life.”

Echo and Fives picked their glasses up. “To thriving, not surviving,” they smiled, perfectly in unison without even looking at each other.

Do-si-do raised their glass with a familiar sly grin. “To hopefully getting invited to Bacara’s wedding, because the food there will be amazing.”

“Oh, you’re so right,” Sevenset agreed, lowering his voice slightly.

“To cookies, baked and otherwise,” Loops said tiredly. He was still smiling, though.

Elevensies repeated that sentiment with more enthusiasm about the baked option.

Trees sighed and raised his own glass. “To the Numbers, whatever we call ourselves. I’m… I’m glad we’re still around. Could’ve ended pretty ugly, but it didn’t.” A little pessimistic, maybe, but it was true.

The others nodded, finding no fault in it that they would speak aloud.

“To pretty endings, everyone,” Sevenset said decisively, moving his glass farther into the middle.

They repeated the phrase. They put their glasses together with a discordant jingling sound at the center of the table, and then drank what little they each had left inside them.

To pretty endings, indeed.

And behold! That is the end! As much as I wanted to include all the Numbers for this chapter, I... just couldn't figure out how to make it work and not get bogged down in dialogue. I think this works nicely. I can't remember who I saw first use that "chip-eating-bacteria" concept, but it wasn't an Owlie original here! Not claiming it's my idea, cuz it was not. Anyway. Tags! @23-bears @theultimatesandwich @thechaoticfanartist @soclonely @rndmpeep

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AF2 Arcana Academia: Elmo

Elmo: [Now that La Primavera is over, spring brings more new changes to Regalo]

Elmo: [Arcana Academia]

Elmo: [Sparked by the lord’s plan to turn the island into a center for learning, Arcana Famiglia aims to establish a school]

Elmo: [With a goal to promote learning among the citizens]

Elmo: [Today, everyone in the Family is once again busily fulfilling their young Donna’s wishes]

~*Scene: Alchemy Room*~

Elmo: Hey, Ash

Ash: What?

Elmo: What should you do if you want to always be with the person you like?

Ash: …Where’d that come from? And you have someone like that?

Elmo: Yeah, I do. I like someone

Ash: Huh…anyone I know?

Elmo: Yeah…

Ash: Okay, so why do you look so gloomy?

Elmo: I want to be with her, but I don’t have good reason to be

Ash: Reason?

Elmo: She’s always busy, so I don’t a reason to be with her

Ash: Hm…that sounds like a pain

Elmo: …I’m being serious here

Ash: Is this person a student?

Elmo: Um, I guess…so?

Ash: Then just ask her to study with you

Elmo: Study?

Ash: Yeah. If she came to the Academia, then she should at least want to study

Elmo: Oh…you’re right. I’ll go try it!

Ash: …Right now?

Elmo: Yeah! Thank you, Ash

(*door closes)

Ash: …He’s surprisingly assertive

~*Scene: Hallway*~

Elmo: Miss

Felicita: Elmo…what are you doing here so late?

Elmo: I wanted to ask you on a date

Felicita: A date…?

Elmo: I wanted us to study together

>We can do that anytime/p>

>Why the sudden invitation?

Elmo: Anytime?

Felicita: I won’t always have time though

Elmo: Am I bothering you?

Felicita: No, you’re not

Felicita: (Studying as a date…? Elmo can be so strange)

Elmo: Thank you, Miss. Can we do it now?

Felicita: Okay

Elmo: I’ll be waiting in the study

Felicita: Okay. I’ll be there once I’m ready

~*Scene: Study*~

Felicita: You sure seem to be having fun

Elmo: Huh?

Felicita: You just look so happy

Elmo: Yeah. I am happy

Felicita: Yeah. …I guess I’m the problem

Elmo: Why?

>You’ve been teaching me this whole time

>It’s hard to enjoy myself like this

Felicita: I’m not helping you learn much

Elmo: That’s not true. I’m happy just being helpful to you

Elmo: And Jolly said that teaching people also helps you study

Felicita: I started the Academia because I wanted to make studying fun…

Elmo: That’s fine. I’m happy for a different reason

Felicita: Huh?

Elmo: It’s because I’m with you

Felicita: Elmo…thank you

Felicita: …It’s a little frustrating. I need to try harder

Elmo: You don’t have to be frustrated. All I used to do was study

Felicita: Huh?

Elmo: Maybe becayse my only purpose was to be useful to Jolly

Felicita: Oh…

Elmo: The more I learned, the more he praised me. That’s why I studied

Felicita: I see…

Elmo: …Miss, are you having fun with me right now?

Felicita: Huh?

Elmo: I invited you to study because I wanted to spend time with you

Elmo: But, if it made you look sad, then I guess our first date was a failure

Felciita: Elmo…

Elmo: So, can you give me another chance?

>What are you planning?

>Right now?

Elmo: I have a great idea. Can our date go on a little longer?

Felicita: …Gladly

Elmo: Thank you

Elmo: Yeah

Felicita: …

Elmo: Is that a no?

Felicita: No, go ahead

Elmo: Can we maybe go outside for a bit?

Felicita: Outside?

Elmo: The outside air feels great after a long study session

Felicita: That does sound convincing

Elmo: So, let’s go

Felicita: Okay

Love

~*Scene: Beach*~

Felicita: I haven’t been to the beach at night in a while

Elmo: You don’t like it?

Felicita: That’s not it

Elmo: I thought we could look at the stars while listening to the waves

Felicita: The stars? …Oh, wow

Elmo: I just read a book that said they look the prettiest this time of year

Elmo: Do you like it?

Felicita: Yeah

Elmo: I’m glad

Felicita: They really are beautiful. What’s that white band of stars called?

Elmo: That’s called the Milky Way

Felicita: …You know a lot

Elmo: I like it when you’re happy, so I studied a lot

Felicita: You did it to make me happy?

Elmo: You’re happy when I talk about things you don’t know, right?

Felicita: You studied for that?

Elmo: Yeah

Felicita: …I’d like to hear more about the stars

Elmo: Okay, just a little more…

Elmo: Did you learn about Cygnus in Dante’s class?

Felicita: Yeah

Elmo: That’s the constellation over there that looks like a bird

Felicita: That one?

Elmo: Yeah, the Northern Cross is in the center of it

Felicita: It’s so big

Elmo: Cygnus represents the form a god took when he fell in love with a human woman

Felicita: Huh?

Elmo: He loved her so much…and couldn’t stop even though he knew he couldn’t have her

Elmo: So he turned into a swan so he could see the one he loved

Felicita: That’s a nice story…

Elmo: The god already had a wife, and the woman also had a husband. It’s not all that nice

Elmo: But, it still stuck with me. Maybe I relate to it a bit

Felicita: You do?

Elmo: To love and yearn for someone…you’re not allowed to be with. But you still can’t help but love them

Elmo: It’s just like me

Felicita: …

Elmo: Can we walk for a bit? We’ll get cold just standing around

Felicita: …You’re right

Elmo: Give me your hand

Felicita: My hand…?

Elmo: Yeah. I wouldn’t want you to trip on the sand

Felicita: …Thank you, Elmo

Elmo: I want to stay with you a little longer

Felicita: …Okay

Laugh

~*Scene: Alchemy Room*~

Ash: Jolly, is Elmo here by chance?

Jolly: Elmo? No, he’s not

Ash: Just where did he go?

Jolly: He’s not a child. Leave him be

Ash: Well, I guess it’s not urgent

Ash: Oh, wait…he might be with a girl

Jolly: A girl…?

Ash: He left saying he just had to be with the person he liked

Jolly: …When was this?

Ash: Why are you upset all of a sudden?

Jolly: Answer me

Ash: Just now

Ash: Hey, where are you going?

Jolly: To bring Elmo back

Ash: Huh? Didn’t you say to leave him be?

Jolly: Did I?

(*door closes)

Ash: What was that?

~*Scene: Rose Garden*~

Elmo: Watch your step, Miss

Felicita: Okay

Elmo: The way out is just through here

Felicita: I didn’t realize there was secret passage here

Elmo: It’s a secret, okay Miss? Just between us

Felicita: Okay

Jolly: Stop right there

Elmo: Jolly!

Jolly: Where are you taking Ojou-sama at this hour?

Elmo: Just outside for a walk?

Jolly: And what if something happened? Can you take responsibility?

Elmo: Nothing would happen. And even if it did, I’d protect her

Jolly: I have no time for childish nonsense. You can’t protect her

Elmo: I’m being serious

Jolly: If you must go outside, I will accompany you

Elmo: No way. I want to be alone with Miss

Jolly: So does everyone else in the Family. You don’t get special treatment

Elmo: Everyone? Even you, Jolly? You want to be alone with Miss too?

Jolly: Yes, that’s correct

Elmo: Then are you just doing this because you don’t want us to be alone together?

Jolly: Frankly, yes

(*grip) Elmo: Seriously! Don’t get in the way of our date just because you’re jealous!

Jolly: Jealous… Hmph, don’t you realize that you’re also troubling Ojou-sama with your selfishness?

Jolly: Throwing a tantrum isn’t very attractive

Elmo: …I’m causing her trouble?

Felicita: ……A little

Elmo: I’m sorry

(*sigh) Felicita: We should be careful not the get caught next time

Elmo: Huh?

Jolly: Let’s go, Donna. You should have some more awareness yourself

Felicita: I’ll be careful. Let’s go, Elmo

Elmo: …Okay!

~*End of Scene*~

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