#(this just in: cherry's a dumb xD)

[yanderehsr]

Hii! How r u? How was ur dai? About the oc thing...Could I prety please with cherry on top get a platonic platonic Furina, Ei, Nahidaand Venti with a reader that is like a elf? Idk, how to explain it, so I am gonna add a picture to how I wiev it:

Her name is Eclipsa and has white hair and pointy ears(ofc since she is an elf). And I dont mean like Santa's elfs, I mean the ones from greek and romanian mytology.

About the bakstory: Lets just say that she is the daughter of The Heavenly Principels(lets just call her THP bc I am lazy) (ik it sounds cringe but hear me out😭) and since THP was not all the lovey dovey tipe and probably VERY bad with children (maybe even hate them idk, I really cant see her motherly) she just decided to throe her to Tyvat into the care of the archons untill she was old enough (16 years old) to come to Celestia (bacically be mature since she doesnt want a cryng baby around). Eclipsa is growing, just like Klee slower (there is a theorh that says that Klee is 80 but is also 8 bc she is growing 10 times slower than normal) and everu 100 it adds 1 year rlto her age. Now, lets say that when she was 10(1000) she overheared somebody say that the archons dont actually like her (like parental figures ofc) and that they probably just cang get rid of her. She actually belivd them like a dumb child that she is and ran away (opened a portal to another world and dissapeared without anybody's knoladge). Now, lets just say for the sake of this au to make it more interesting (maybe more cringe but I am having fun ok?😭) that the disaster from Khaenri'ah happened bc the person occ heared it was a khaenriah'n and THP since finding this out was like "OH HELL NAHH" and this iz the reason they destroyd Khaenria'h. THP gave the archons untill Eclipsa was to turn 16 to find her. Well, now, at 15, she randomply (and awkwardly) came back. (Maybe she finally got into her head the ideea of checking Irmansole to see if the archons truly hated her and surprise surprise, ints not true). Now, imagine the characters meeting Occ in their nation. For Venti- at windrise, for Ei in the city (near the statue), for Nahida just at the spirit tree (maybe one of her little friends passed that message for her) and for Furina(back when she was still an archon) she was told from Neuvillette that he sensed Occ's presence(lets just say that higher ups are aware of Eclipsa's existance, including Furina. Perhaps she has read about Oc in one of the books she read to find a solution to Fontaine's profecy).

Also, I imagine ooc to look like this when she was little(I just love this fanart sm😭):

(One thing to note is that none of theres fanarts are mine, and idk who they are from to credit them. Also te line I made was bc there was some writting on that picture and I didnt want it to be out of the context:>)

About personalit I see her as somebody who is quite the drama queen and loves attention 24/7. She loves pulling pranks all the time and also like annoyng people, but in a joking way. Hoever I see her as somebody who has her moments of understanding and is quite the menance to societity(pretty mhch like how Klee is). About her powers, she is developing since young THP's powers but since she is not even 18, its definetly not as affective.

Anyways, I know it might be a weird request or cringe, and maybe I wrote too much, or gave too little information. Also, I am VERY sorry if you cant undrtstand this request, english is not my first language and I pretty much have dyslexia(not bad one tough, I am still working on correcting mynself :D) and I tried to make sure I made as little mistakes as posible but its hard to spot them when its a big paragraphe, uk? therfor you are always free to ignore thiz request, hopw you have a nice day and good luck writting so many requests. Also, congrats on 1k followrs!! :D

...Did I just read an entire fanfiction XD, I will gladly write this, and thanks for the congrats😆

Hope you'll enjoy😄

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping

Furina: She knows almost nothing about her, Neuvillette doesn't seem to remember anything about her and there are no books about it, hell the only reason she knows about Eclipsa is because Focalors thought of it as important that she knew about The Heavenly Principles daughter if she was going to act as an archon.

Furina's first meeting with Eclipsa is when Neuvillette is showing her around, it was instant love... not the romantic kind, the platonic kind, Eclipsa looked like a doll, so perfect to dress up, so perfect to have around, Furina feels lonely and Eclipsa makes her feel whole again, so she takes what she wants.

Furina dislikes The Heavenly Principles, she would be happy if she was hated by them, her performance is over either way, the profecy is fullfilled, is it really so wrong of her to be selfish... you will see Furina run around Fontaine with Eclipse causing havoc, as long as she is with her she doesn't feel lonely, and now she never will

"Y-you aren't leaving me right, right... ANSWER ME PLEASE... I'm sorry for yelling, I just don't wanna lose a friend so dear, you can understand, right?"

Raiden Ei: The day Eclipsa dissapeared was the day her sister died... not only did she lose her very own sister, she also lost someone she practically viewed as a daughter, she had never felt such horrible pain before, so she shut herself away as to not feel it again.

So many years spent in isolation, all Ei could think about was her sister and Eclipsa, she swore if she could just get them back, she would protect them both with her life, she just wants things to go back to normal, like it used to be.

So many years had passed that Ei nearly didn't recognize Eclipsa, she had so many questions for her, but she didn't say a single one... screw The heavenly Principles, she was going to protect her as best she could, Eclipsa don't even get a chance to talk before she was shut inside the plane of Euthymia.

"So long, you have been away for 500 long years... but that's okay, you're here now, I'll make sure you not come to harm like what happened to Makoto"

Nahida: She doesn't have much knowledge of Eclipsa, she isn't recorded in the Irminsul, all the knowledge Nahida has of her is what her predecessor left for her she didn't forget, she is confused why Eclipsa isn't around... did she dissapear or worse, did she die?

Nahida is confussed when she feels Eclipsa's precence by the Irminsul, it feels familiar but she can't figure out why, of course like the curious 500 year old child she is, she went to figure out what caused such familiarity... Nahida knew who it was the second she laid eyes on her, this is who she is supposed to protect like the Greater Lord she once did.

Nahida asks a lot of questions, why is she here? Why was she gone? Eclipsa is now her favorite subject to learn about, Nahida takes up some kind of little sister role to stay close with her, she needs to know everything, feed her ever-growing curiosity, maybe one day she will introduce Eclipsa to the Wanderer... but that can be later, Nahida wants to be selfish for a bit longer.

"Curious, you being here fills me with a feeling like... like a hole, you fall down it everyday and it just feels so annoying, then suddenly someone has covered it up and I don't feel annoyance anymore... You need to stay with me for a bit longer, I need to figure out why"

Venti: He isn't all that interested in following The Heavenly Principles orders, but he still did as to not occur her wrath... he did not expect to take care of a child, he wasn't the best, he got constantly drunk, never took anything serious, except for protecting Eclipsa from any danger.

It was no surprise that Venti felt such fear and despair when Eclipsa dissapeared, he had lost yet another loved one... why does he still care, it always happens anyways, no relation lasts forever, no matter how much he tries to drown the memory of her in even more alcohol, it doesn't work

That's when Venti notices her precence, after 500 long painful years, is she finally back? Is this his second chance. He meets Eclipsa at windrise, she look just as well as when she dissapeared... He doesn't care what The Heavenly Principles thinks or wants, he will keep Ecilpsa safe and away from her, He will keep that smile on her no matter what.

"It sure has been a while hasn't it, soooo how have you been, hope you missed me for I have missed you"

[ganondoodle]

so i sort of half accidentally did the end of totk on monday, i had over 130 hours and slightly over 50% of the game done and did the second to last fight with 3 hearts left and no way to heal but fairies after i gave up multiple times thinking the game might be trying to force me to fight a certain way xD

so im still playing it and am aiming for the 100% but i dont think theres gonna be much more to discover story wise the game is really fun and has a lot of detail and love put into it that you can really see, the music is fantastic as well, some of the characters get more love which is great but the story is … well disappointing but not surprising, especially in its treatment of ganondorf, who still feels incredibly flat as a character, which was to be expected but also … you cant fault people (including me) for faintly hoping theyd do something more interesting tho i will say the end fight is really well done and i cant think of a way to top that in terms of epicness xD

anyway, some unfiltered thoughts and opinions in no particular order (keep in mind i know its viddy game logic uwu but still some things can really destroy the immersion; and also i like to think too hard about the stuff i care about so take this with a grain of salt, i never expected the story to be world changing but i want to remind you that i am criticizing it bc i love this franchise)

--what the hell happened to all the sheikah tech?? botws story gets mentioned a few times but never is it mentioned what happened to all the tons of tech lying around everywhere? if they dismantled the towers for purah to build her new ones around i guess thats fine, but all the srhines? the titans ??? THE SHRINE OF LIFE??? its all gone, esepcially the shrine of life irks me bc the cave is still there and its still called by its bame but its nothing but a cave in a vague shape of how the buidling was it absolutely drives me crazy bc its so dumb?? even if it all stopped working for some reason why would you dismantled it all and even then where did the material go?? why would you dismanlted an neitre building like that anyway?? if you want to have a cave there just have it be half collapsed, if all sheikah tech has gotten useless just leave it there but overgrown?? and why is all of purahs tech still working then? zelda doesnt seem to care about it anymore either even tho shes been so obsessed with it for so long? the titans how would you even MOVE them?? you CANNOT tell me that all this tech that survived tens of thousands of years just went poof within a few years; and sometimes it even feels .. insulting? like you know how much robelo cared for cherry and now shes tiny and just serves as a way to buy fotos for your collection? the fact that the shrine of life is fully gone but the cave is vaguely shaped like its interior and where the bed used to be is a healing pool of water too? like idk if im just insane but it feels like 'haha lol remember what used to be here? get it? the water heals you like the bed in the shrine of life and lol there was the stairs HAHA remember? its gone now for no reason.lmao.' to be clear i like having some mysteries and all but that is just …. so weird? when i discovered the shrine of life i was so taken aback i didnt know what to do, it really broke my immersion, by alot even, it just makes it feel even more like all sheikah tech was replaced by much cooler (tm) sonau tech

--what happend to the sonau people? we only know that rauru and mineru are the last two remaining ones back then but … what made them die out like that? this is by far not as important to me as the issue with the sheikah tech but still feels like a point that could have been mentioned

--as much as i like the open world and how free you are to do things your own way but, regardign the dragon tears i think they should have been locked more behind story progression, i got all of them rather early on and it made it a lil frustrating to play through the other story parts bc you know the truth but you cant tell anyone and everyone around you is acting like a dumbass running after fake zelda while the real one is floating around above you, and i know thats partly my fault for getting them all so early but it still felt like some could have been more well hidden or locked or something since theres no hint to when it would fit to do which one; i expecpted impa to travel to each one but it seemed like she appeared on only a few here and there- additionally i fully expected her to be more important, that she would have an actual involment trying to help zelda undragonfy but that turned out to be very wrong lmao

--why are the enemies in the underground mining sonanium? ganondorf didnt seem itnerested at all in any of their tech, only in the mystery stones (only one too, he didnt seem to want any more of them either) they dont use it for anything? at least the ones on the surface collected stuff they could eat or use for fighting?

--did mineru really build herself a robot body just to fight ganondorf for a bit and then leave? as the last of the sonau, even tho long dead too, why wouldnt she tell their history and knowledge or something and instead if just helping a lil in the fight and then go poof (i half expected purah to be a surprise sage since the spirit one would have fit her i think)

--the zelda being the white dragon plot point lost alot of weight to me when it was just .. resolved like that in the end, i know she spent thousands of years like that and all but it seemed like a much heavier decision that later on felt a little less flat after fidning mineru even tho i felt like i didnt care at all at first bc of the way i found out ,and i half expected there to be an extra mission to try and find her soul again since that apparently gets lost when you do the whole dragon thing, but in the end that wasnt a problem at all, two ghosts and link (somehow naked again) blasting her with some magic(tm) and boom shes back and well and fine woohoo it was a non problem after all i didnt expect her to stay dragon since that would mean the end of the legend of zelda basically, but still it took away alot of the weight of her decision to me? like i get undragonfying her before the end would be difficult since you can get material off of her but still i hoped for something other than boom it resolved itself and i thoguht and worried about it for nothing honestly a post game or even another title where the main focus wouldnt be desstroying yet anyother one note evilest guy of them all and isntead the goal is to bring zeldas soul back and undragon her or something would have been a cool idea tbh tho i know its unrealistic

--did ganondorf think turning himself into a dragon would end the world somehow? did he mean the lil evil goo clouds he spit at you in the last fight to end the world? and how come that he was vunerable to fight? none of the other dragons could be hurt and for an 'immortal' dragon he sure went down fast also how did the stone get back on his forehead? you need to eat it to dragonfy yourself and zelda doesnt have her stone out either (i know viddy games logic but still) (on another note, gan shoving half his arm in his own mouth felt really cursed to watch)

--into WHAT exactly wanted gan to reshape the world into?? only destroying it is such a non reason if you want to rule it? theres nothing left to rule if you kill everything in it?? he just gonna play cards with some bokblins or what -i really wanted to fight ganondorf on the surface, not in his lil miasma incubation cave again :(

--so …. why he evil? are we really doing the and WHOOP suddendnly theres the eviliest guy of the world and he hates your guts for some reason thing again? no tension with the gerudo that seemed to follow him in the lil cutscene we see and the ones that went on raurus side? no actual origin? does he have ANYONE to talk to normally or did he just surround himself by monsters all the time or abadon everyone that once followed him once he got his power up?? you can make any design or fight as good as it can possibly be but in the end its still gonna feel hollow if the character has no character besides evil even the fake zelda wasnt actually him and just a lil puppet made of miasma so even him fucking with people is a little less interesting when he was actually just marinading in his lil goop cave, and the lil hand wink he gives you at phase two can only do so much lmao

--ganondorf is cool and all, but tbh he feels more like the evil miasma goop guy than anything else --why are the old sonau ruins in hyrule so different from the rest? like we know now that they arent actually a civilization from the sky alone but were even in the underground too, and all of their ruins have that blocky white style to it, the supposedly sonau ruins in phirone for example, albeit they share the dragon theme the style on the outside is very much different? and the ancient ruins from the other races dont match it either --are the sheikah descendants of the mixing of sonau and hylians? the white hair and third eye theme would fit to the only alive sonaus we see having white hair (fur?), the literal third eye and their affinity to techonology similar to the sheikah, and zelda having both light and time powers would make sense if its yet another descendant thing, but that would mean zelda was at least part sheikah .. (ngl white haired zelda might look pretty neat actually) but also … it didnt seem like sonia and rauru have been together all that long and no mention or even hint to them having children … which given that both of them die would be an important thing to mention no?

--why cant you do anything with the dongos but feed them????????? i wanna ride them :(

--where is kashiwa????????????????? they talk about him like hes a lost legend

--putting in all the amiibo stuff is cool and annoying at the same time, i spent 5 hours fighting my way throguh the underground to follow treasure maps and found 3 nigh identcal link hats from past games in a row, then two other parts of similar, then two aiimbo weapons and then jsut yesterday another one from a bigger quest that i expected more of; getting the armor sets of past games is cool if you want them but if i did i would have just gotten the amiibos back in botw, my inevntory already feels super bloated with all the new and old armor sets and now the amiibo stuff as well even tho i have like .. half of it all atm (and dont go and argue 'oh so complaining about more content for free???' yes. yes i am.)

--whats with this game and making link almost naked? rauru saving you from death? naked. (annoying) survival shrines? naked. weird teleport to alternate ghost dimension to blast zelda with magic power tm to solve all problems? naked.

--(added in edit) im glad dorephan didnt die!! i fully expected him to have died offscreen or something to make way for everyones favorite fish

--(added in edit) so are definitely other lands besides hyrule if yona came from there, also lol

--the story feels, espeically once you see the last cutscene, very …. uncomfortable to me if dare to think about it more than just taking everythign as its said to you, like … the oh so perfect descednants of the gods(what) marry a normal hylian lady and sourround themselves with perfetly obedient faceless servants of the other races so the perfect and good kingdom tm is born and oh suddendly theres an evil brown man (makign him grey doesnt change the implications, if anything, it makes it worse bc they wont even stand for it and instead are trying to hide it behind uuuuh no no its fine hes blue actally kinda way) from the desert that attacks the perfect good kingdom and king, then he swears alliance to them only to betray and murder da queen right away to get his hands on a super power the perfect and good king held and would have never never used it in a bad way nono and now they need to defend it by all means and at the end woohoo zelda has now again the perfect kingdom with no opposition except the yiga who are (as much as i love them) mostly played for laughs or .. well, evil(tm) as epic and cool the dragon fight was, zelda being the slim tiny white/gold/blue dragon and ganondorf being the evil spiky big black and red dragon and them literally being called white/black dragon feels like wow they arent even trying to hide the black and white storytelling huh (i know its a design trope to the bad be black(color) and the good anything else and spiky vs round and soft blah blah but that doesnt make it any better .. maybe even worse? idk)

the way nintendy was keeping stuff a secret and hinting around so much made me feel like it would finally be a little more nuanced and then it turned out to be even flatter than before and all that secrecy(?) was only to keep dragon zelda plotpoint a secret, something that was resolved no problem in the end anyway (i didnt need zelda to stay dragon but .. it all just lost so much weight the way it was done at the end)

-- (added in edit) master koga is the best character and no one can beat him, the most joy i felt was seeing him again and i am not joking, i wish i could talk to him normally tho without him being able to see through my yiga disguise :( im so glad he didnt die tho bc if he actually went to gan he would 100% be dead within seconds

--(added in edit2) i forgot to mention but was just reminded that link getting his arm back felt super weird too, so really everything that meant major changes got reversed basically ... coool ...back to status quo i guess, couldnt he if he wasnt missing it at least have it be discolored somehow? or scarred? any reminder? zelda too even, could she also have some sort of scar or similar due to her transformation ??

--(added in edit2) so where did the mystery stones even come from? gans and zeldas are gone after dragonfying i guess so ...what?

so in summary, im not eloquent enough to properly analyse all the problematic/questionable stuff and put it into the right words, but these are my random thoughts just spilled out, theres gonna be things i missed, forgot, or gonna think about later, maybe ill add it maybe not

again take it with a grain of salt, the game is still one of the most fun games i have ever played, my problems with it lie majorly in the story, its still very much worth playing!

[totaldramafan-lauri]

EPISODE 6

N-no Alastor again......

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.....OK, so....this episode needs multiple viewings for me to.....fully absorb everything that just happened......but......uh......I-I don't wanna just not say anything about it, so....here goes.....

-OK, fandom, you got me. You called it. Vaggie was an angel. Wasn't exactly the most surprising twist imaginable when everyone and their mother called it, but it was cool to actually see it. Th-the fact that she got her name because a misogynist named her was probably the biggest twist for me here, cuz HOLY CRAP, it makes so much sense. XD I remember when people used to haaaaaate Vaggie's name.....I-I honestly used to raise my eyebrows at it before I got used to it. That's neat.....

....But if there was one thing I DIDN'T call, it's Charlie not knowing. I legit thought she already knew. They were so close, and they've been a couple for years before the show, so I thought that already happened. B-but I....I LIKE this direction? I-I love Chaggie already, don't get me wrong, they're like the M&M of this show for me.....b-but their relationship has always kinda been....swallowed by the....EVERYTHING ELSE in the show around them. I-I'd love to see them get center stage! Will that happen, or will it just get brushed over? Dunno....but....either way, this cliffhanger KILLS ME just cuz I wanna know what happens next for them!

-NO ONE IN HEAVEN BUT SERA AND THE EXORCISTS KNOW ABOUT THE EXTERMINATIONS. PLEASE leave all your "Heaven is evil, what's the point of the hotel" complaints at the FLIPPING DOOR! We got a breakthrough! Yup, I never bought it for a second. The Exorcists are only ONE type of angel! There was no way they represented ALL of Heaven! The whole point of the story was that it's not a black-and-white conflict! If the whole story was just "Hell good, Heaven evil", what would be the point of that? You think the writers are THAT dumb?

Sera....seems to be the one in charge of making the decisions, but she's not evil, she's just doing what she thinks is right for Heaven. I'm pretty sure her mind can be changed. And Emily is so so so much like Charlie that them singing together was satisfying as heck! Adam and Lute are the clear bad guys here....

I love the confusion of "How isn't Angel rising to Heaven?" and how it kinda parallels to how Adam, who was once human, is still IN Heaven. Just cuz they're dead, doesn't mean they can't change. Vaggie had her wings torn off and fell. That could be Adam by the end of the show. But, what about someone in Hell rising to Heaven? Not even the angels have the answer. Because they're not evil. I LOVE that.

-Speaking of Emily and Charlie being alike, yeah, that second song was INCREDIBLE! Do I like it more than "Hell Is Forever" (which I've been listening too soooooo much over the week)? That's a high bar, so I dunno....but I love how this song is a follow-up to it, and it's very climactic.

-AUSTRALIAN CHERRI HECK YEEEEEAAAAA!!! Angel standing up to Val in....in only their....second episode together? Uhhhhh, aren't we moving too fast- I mean HECK YEEEEAAAA!! Drunk Niffty HECK YEEEAAAAA!!! More Huskerdust on the side HECK YEEEEAAA!!!

.....The running gag with Sir Pentious killed me. XD His obvious crush is so cute. Definitely a highlight for me. Better luck next time, dude.

-But yeah....my favorite thing about the episode (besides learning that Heaven isn't evil) is the Vaggie thing. I'm REALLY on the edge of my seat to see how this goes! Oooooo.....I-I'm so nervous! Obviously Charlie's not gonna be MAD, but....OK, maybe she'll be mad? But she won't STAY mad....I-I can't believe I'm looking forward to drama between those two....They've been so wholesome.....but I dunno, I wanna see a story about them, I guess....

[yumedoca]

Are your opinions on UY characters that dont get the spotlight often, like nurse sakura, cherry, kotasu cat, benten or oyuki, ifntheres one i missed pls tell me i love hearing your analysis

Hai there, hope you're doing great!!

Sorry this is a bit late, I had some events to attend the past few days..! And thanks!! It makes me happy to hear that you like my rambling :)

As for my thoughts on the other characters, I love most of them actually!! I love love love Sakura!!! I especially love how well her character is structured: through design, through her backstory, through daily life and relations and even how well her name suits her lmao. I really like how she has a background where she was really sick as a child (till we meet her), and how her being a miko, nurse and counsellor (she has three fucking jobs and I love it) has her help others since she knows how it's like to have problems (physically or psychologically). Sakura counselling might be my favorite bit though, just seeing how she helps guide mostly the students is really nice and I wish it was appreciated more. And don't get me started on how she is the perfect straight man to the craziness of the others. She was part of the craziness at first (from her intro to her earliest nurse days, Ataru straight manned instead), but it seemed like RT thought Sakura straight manning was much better while Ataru was cemented as the funny man in their dynamic and it suits them so well. The sane Sakura having to deal with everyone's BS (esp Ataru's) is my favourite thing lol. I also really like her relationship with Tsubame, him being the dumb to her smarts.(The remake plays down Tsubame's idiocy btw and it disappoints me so so much) They're that one couple we all ship without knowing it lmao. The chapters which focus on them are really nice, esp that one with the ghost girl who interfered with them and Sakura got super jealous lmao, it we interesting side to see from her and it was really fun :)

Oh shit, I rambled so much about Sakura, I forgor this ask wasn't just about her, I'm so sorry lmao, she is in my top three UY gals for a reason XD

I think up next in UY blorboism to me (who aren't main characters) would be Asuka. Idk, I just love her, she is so cute and so silly. I think what put her in the blorbo category specifically were these panels: one where Asuka made her own armor from a military tank or something idk and she looked so cute while wearing it!!!! And the second is from the arc where Asuka goes to school and she wears a pair of broken glasses in the final panel of the arc which looks super funny and silly XD

Asides from that, I love her voices, both of them!! They sound so soft and sweet!! And her shtick is very entertaining and chaotic, I love all her chapters!!

I think up next in terms underrated characters I love would be Benten and Oyuki. They both have personalities which bounce off well on other characters and especially each other. They're like my #1 Yuri ship in the series, but even in a platonic sense, they're dynamic is really good!! I need to draw them more, lol.

That's it for characters who I feel are widely underrated.. this post would be even longer if I talk about everyone in detail so I'll just speedrun my thoughts on the ones you mentioned plus a few others...

Ran and Ryu are two characters who I feel are really popular which is why I didn't mention them above. Ran's bipolar nature is so good and funny while her growing understanding and reconciling with Lum slowly is really sweet. Ryu is one of those characters who I wish was treated better because I feel like she deserves everything she wanted but her stupid father comes in the way. Ryunosuke's character is one of those things I wished was done better. Give her all the sailor suits, bras, swimsuits, skirts, etc. she wants!!

Cherry is really funny, like in a way he's basically Ryunosuke's dad but done so much better. The amount of moments where I've wheezed laughing cause of him is way too many too count. I like Kotatsu neko, he's cute and it's funny how he's one of the strongest characters!! Ryoko is another one I like because of how insane she is lmao and Inaba is so so sweet!! Meanwhile, Rei is hilarious and his cow form is so silly XD

I also really like Rupa and Carla too, Idk, the way they're supposed to mirror AtaLum and their crazy dynamic captivates me.

And I guess I'll stop here! There are others, but this is already super long so I'll end it here!!

[elvenbeard]

🍷 🍒 🩸🎸 please c:

Thanks so much for asking!! :DD

🍷 (wine) - Does your oc drink? What kind of alcohol do they enjoy? What are their drinking habits? What kind of drunk are they?

Vince doesn't drink! Not out of conviction or anything like that, his body just doesn't process alcohol well, meaning he gets drunk/sick from alcohol fast, which doesn't make the whole thing very enjoyable xD A beer or a light cocktail with a lot more more lemonade/nicola/tonic than alcohol are fine, and he won't say no to either, but any more than that and the night is over xD He only really drinks when he's in good company and knows there's someone who would have an eye out on him - otherwise he'll just pass and doesn't mind being the designated driver. In regard to the "what kind of drunk" - is there a miserable drunk? xD Because if he really goes beyond a little tipsy, which doesn't affect his mood or behavior much, he'll just be miserable wanting to go home xD

🍒 (cherries) - Does your character have a best friend? How long have they known each other? What do they like most about each other? How did they meet?

Jackie was his best friend, and even though Vince also becomes very close with Judy (and Kerry, obviously), the friendship with Jackie was something different though. They'd known each other for around 10 years when Jackie died, and to Vince he was truly like an older brother, family. What he liked the most about Jackie was his optimism and open, friendly mindset, while at the same time he could also be quite sly and mischievous. He knew exactly what he wanted, always, or at least so it seemed to Vince. The other way around Jackie liked Vince's strength - not physical strength, but he is determined and stubborn and not shy about doing everything he needs to do to get what he wants. And he was intrigued by how under the cold and calculating exterior there was a very soft core actually that really only close people like Jackie ever got to see. How they originally met in my headcanon was pure chance to a degree. Vince was at a party in the city center with a friend, and he had "borrowed" his mother's car. Because he was a dumb rich kid at the time he unknowingly parked it on Valentino turf, and when he and his friend got back, a bunch of Valentinos were in the process of stealing it. Vince's friend bailed, Vince faced the Valentinos and got beat up pretty badly (but also would've rather been killed by the Valentinos that tell his mom "I got your car stolen by a gang"). Jackie was among the gangers and managed to talk down the leader from killing Vince, which in return got him into trouble as well. But no better way of bonding than miserably sitting in a dirty alley in the middle of the night and sharing a packet of tissues to wipe blood off your face.

🩸 (blood) - Is your oc squeamish? Are they disturbed by the sight of blood? Have they ever been in a situation where they had to overcome being squeamish?

He's not very squeamish I wouldn't say. He's not a fan of violence or blood either, but I figure if you spend enough time on Night City's streets it's something you just get used to, or rather, grow numb to. A hard situation where he definitely reached his limit of what he's able to deal with was definitely Evelyn's suicide, because he's struggled with depression and according thoughts as well. So the personal connection, to Evelyn and what she went through, then also having Judy all upset as well, and that whole day hit him very hard in that regard.

🎸 (electric guitar) - What’s your character’s music taste like? Do they have one or two artists they play on repeat or do they have a varied and eclectic collection of music? Do they like mainstream artists or prefer underground musicians? What genres do they enjoy?

His favourite band from since when he was a teenager have always been the Cartesian Duelists, and also any solo projects of Slavoj McAllister. He's a big fan and knows every song by heart XD In general he likes music in that general style the Duelists make the best (and here's just me not being good with determining genres or being able to tell them apart xD). Rock, metal, with electronic components or without, or just electronic dance music to vibe to as well are his jam. He's also fond of J-Pop and enjoys mainstream music as well XD Speaking of ingame radios, his favourites would be Radio Vexelstrom, Darkstar Radio, Morro Rock Radio, Night FM, Growl FM, and Body Heat Radio in that order more or less. Speaking of real life bands, to name a few bigger ones, I think he'd enjoy HEALTH, Skindred, Babymetal, Electric Callboy, Disturbed, Linkin Park, and many more in that direction xD

Red Emoji OC asks

[ichinoue]

Umm, there’s nothing wrong with Orihime trying to be attractive to Ichigo. I understand it’s a dumb anti-IH “argument” IRs use but they’re only jealous Ichigo got flustered (because he’s sexually attracted to Orihime & finds the outfit distracting). That’s what separates our OTP from IR, it’s actually romantic, not platonic. That doesn’t make Orihime a “whore”. Don’t let IRs tar that moment & Orihime is 2nd smartest after Uryu, still don’t think she’s that naive. Agree to disagree & IH 4ever! XD

But she wasn't trying to be attractive to Ichigo. That's the point I made in my last reply. If you have any evidence that suggests that she was trying to attract him with her body, even though she was mortified by the very idea and immediately tried to cover herself when she realized that that was Urahara's intention, I'd be happy to hear it.

I think you've misunderstood what I'm saying, so I'll reiterate: it's not that I think there's anything wrong with wanting to appear attractive to a romantic interest. I'm saying, based on everything that chapter 589 tells us, attracting Ichigo to her body was not what Orihime wanted. That wasn't her intention when she put on the clothes. And so, I do find issue with the suggestion that that was her intention, given that Orihime was completely mortified at the mere idea of it. Given that all of the surrounding context and words stated in bold print refutes it. Because to suggest otherwise would be a misinterpretation of the scene, in my opinion. And if you think it's not a misinterpretation, and that 589 should be interpreted as Orihime wearing the outfit in attempts to attract Ichigo with her body, it would help to provide an actual example from the chapter itself. Saying, "well, Orihime was one of the smartest in her class so she should know better" just doesn't cut it (I'll explain why at the end of this reply).

IR shippers certainly were jealous/bitter about the fact that Ichigo had such an extreme reaction to Orihime's outfit. But the feelings of IR shippers, and more importantly, Ichigo's attraction to Orihime's body, doesn't in any way detract from the fact that it wasn't Orihime's intention to attract him. He can be attracted to her, without her ever trying and/or wanting to attract him. Do you see what I'm saying?

And it should definitely be noted that I never said that Orihime wanting to attract Ichigo would make her a "whore." In fact, I made sure to make it clear that I wasn't shaming Rangiku when I used examples of her using her looks/sexuality to her own benefit. Again, I was simply pointing out that that doesn't align with Orihime's characterization, based on an entire manga's worth of context, given that she's never shown an awareness of her attractiveness, and certainly not enough to use it to her own benefit, nor to go out of her way to purposely try to attract Ichigo's attention.

What I am saying, however, is this: IR shippers use 589 as an example of Orihime being a shameless whore, but when they do so, they're basing it off of their argument that she purposely and intentionally wore the outfit to seduce Ichigo/attract his attention...All the while blatantly ignoring the context and direct evidence that proves that that wasn't her intention at all. How do we know this? Because, again, Orihime was clearly mortified at the very idea of it, followed by Yoruichi jumping in as the voice of reason yelling about how she was "obviously deceived by some maniac."

Do you see what I mean? That's what bothers me: when they ignore context and direct evidence to make an argument. When they cherry-pick certain details and ignore the rest to make their point stick.

Also, and most importantly: it should be said that while a teenager can be very booksmart and achieve high grades in school...That doesn't somehow make them invulnerable from being deceived by an old pervert who is taking advantage of their very trusting nature. And to me, to imply such a thing is to suggest that if the teenager didn't do so well in school, they somehow "weren't smart enough" to not be deceived. As if "Orihime should have known better." I'm not saying that that's what you're suggesting, I'm just saying that that sort of language makes me very uncomfortable. Because the blame should never be placed on the vulnerable, trusting teenager who was deceived (regardless of how well they did in school!) rather than the grown man who did the deceiving in the first place.

[kamenstrikerace]

Okay guys now look at this drama. How do i describe it as you may ask? Hypocrisy and Surgarcoating. Why? Because two comments are doing it to promote Zexal propaganda while the other two are correct.

''Zexal in terms of writing was dog shit, but Yoshida in terms of writing girls was shit. If you defend Zexal's writing you sir, are defeding sexim I loath this show either way you look at it. I prefer 5D's in terms writing and quality.''

Correct and well said. We know how it feels to defend a show that is 100% sexist like Zexal. It's hard to imagine that YGO fans can't think straight in the head and all they do is whine and complain. Take from a guy who loves 5D's.

''it is ridiculous. It isn't a War where defenders of Zexal are sexists. Kotori was not character of century but it wasn't a big problem. Rio was good.Kaito was in the best rivals , Yuma had good evolution , Tron 's family was excellent. Barians arc was in the best arcs in licence , révélation on Nash and his final Duel were stratospheric.''

Zexal fans are being 100% dumb again. This dude first off with defending Kotori leading into this bias counter claim with a side of hypocrisy and sugarcoating as the cherry on top over a cartoon show like a fool.How much do you think these dumbasses can't be honest than defend a show all because they can't be HONEST. I will say it again. This dude is either a fake fan to promote his own agenda or only does it because someone else roasted his favorite show. You say 5D's fans can't accept criticism, but Zexal fans are worst - they can't accept proper criticism over a dumb cartoon. 5D's fans grew up and stop caring about Zexal fans who can't accept criticism because let me explaine. What is the most mature thing on the planet. Being honest. That's why 5D's fans stop caring about Zexaltards in the place over the fact Zexal fans became toxic after shit like this. Zexal fans I know them since the early days. They can't handle any negative backlash over a cartoon because they afraid of being mature for a lously moment. So, they use Japan that the show was susscesfull enough to promote their own agenda. Nope. Zexal wasn't well received enough to be called a masterpiece. This dude has been listing to Dylan or those Reddit YGO fanboys again for the 100th time. Get a life moron. Steryotype or not he can't think straight with out getting mad. Bruh you mad? XD

''You do realize half of 5ds was written by Yoshida, right?''

You do relaize that most of what you said is pure hypocrisy. Yoshida was infact the writer of 5d's since it's inception and was the writer of DM and GX. This is the most common problem with YGO fans i can't stand. They just can't addmit that Yoshida is polarizing instead of using someone other series he wrote. Fans actually hate/love the guy so you can't accept that don't bother commeting.

''he must've lost his edge once 5Ds was over''

Exactly. Fans saying that Zexal was what saved YGO is incorrect. Zexal fans can't handle the fact that what made 5D's so special was him. Zexal was nothing more than a bad fanfiction. So, yeah writers do stop being good after a spesific series they worked on and later on get worst if they get overworked like how he was in the 2010s past 5D's onwards. He also wrote for OCG Stories as and got his mojo back. So anything in between 5D's and OCG Stories he wrote wasn't good in the fact because he sucked. Let's be honest. Doma was good, Gx Season 3 was better than Season 4. 5D's beyond Dark Signer had more concept than early 5D's.

[saltynsassy31]

💓❣️💀 and if you want 💘 :3

I'm gonna stick to Skipper, Cherry, Orca and Zefron since they're the only ones I have planned out XD (I might add other ocs if I remember something about them)

💓

Skipper: He would try to hide it and be dismissive about it whenever it is brought up, he starts to distance himself from the person he's gotten feelings for, acting more awkward because he doesn't know how to deal with love, especially since he's never gotten the chance to.... I mean, he has, but he lost that person before he could fully realise he had feelings for them, which is why he makes himself be so dismissive of the feelings, he associates the feeling of love with tragedy. So if he starts being angrier or dismissive of you, slowly parting ways (he isn't downright cruel or bullies you, ew, just starts being more distance, it will seem he hates you though 💀💀), but on the flip side, he'll try to make you happy in other ways to compensate his lack of presence, you won't know that it's him, but small gifts and keeping bad luck from reaching you from the background, if you feel "very lucky today" and you know him, it might be him.

Cherry: she's usually flirty and seductive as default, the moment she starts treating you kinder and more soft romantic rather and sexy romantic (like buying flowers and gifts, remembering things you've told her, etc.), yeah, she head over heals for you, she'll still act flirty and teasing, that's just how she is, but add to it, ya know?

If she stops acting flirty with you all together besides a few jokes though, she sees you as family/a friend (which is the case for Skipper, who she sees as a little brother)

Orca: he becomes a tsundere, I don't think there is any other way to put it lmao

Zefron: I'm pretty sure he might be aromamtic, cuz I can't imagine him catching feelings XD despite me being a hopeless romantic and making pairings for all, I just imagine him with Orca forever but in a platonic bromance way (I say this as an aromantic person who struggles understating romance lol)

❣

Skipper: acts of service, protecting you like a fucking guard dog istg-

Cherry: words of affirmation, physical affection

Orca: acts of service

Zefron: gift giving

💘

I'm gonna be only talking bout Skipper and Orca here since they're the only ones who have partners lol (Cherry is still....debatable, my sister ships her with N-pacer, but I haven't made it canon yet)

Skipper: He thinks Emperor is too good for him, he's simply amazing but also he's really stupid, which is strangely endearing, he first found him arrogant and a rich, privileged prick

But as he got to know him, he found his determination to be a better leader admirable and he finds little things he does like be super curious and excited sbout minute (to him at least) things such as cooking and such.

In other words, he finds his curiosity and determination to be admirable and he loves that about him, makes him almost want to be better himself

Orca: Now, I haven't thought a lot about him and Ocho, I'll be honest, it's only been him and Zefron in my mind (I almost wanna pair them together as a queen platonic relationship istg, Orca isn't aromantic tho)

So I'll be talking about the two fir both scenarios

He finds Ocho annoying, really annoying, but at the same time he, begrudgingly, finds it cute when he tries to be all tough, he also likes how strong Ocho is, being a trained soldier himself plus a grizzco worker, he finds that to be a good quality in someone

And Zefron....yeah, Orca is a moronsexual I'll just say that, he likes em dumb sometime XD everytime Zefron does something stupid he's like "fuck yes, but also don't eat that-"

[ao3feed-matchablossom]

Signs Of Life/Cover Your Skin

by PoltergeistPanda

He gets as far as the living room. Kaoru somehow slides down the rail, jumps off the last stair and launches himself onto his back and paints a small cross on Kojiro’s cheek. And then a big, fat stripe over his forehead, followed by an even wider stipe over his neck, “You asked for it, Nanjo.” He really did. “Sure thing, koala princess.” Kojiro wraps his arm around the other man’s waist, for a second he marvels at the size of it, how small it is, how he probably could wrap both his hands around it and touch his fingers. How, despite all that, Kaoru is still insanely strong in a way that leaves him breathless, especially when there are suddenly golden eyes right up in his face and another stripe drawn on his other cheek. Or whatever Kaoru painted there while Kojiro was distracted. It was too curvy to be a stripe. But now there is also a handprint on his shoulder. And Kojiro has no way to defend himself and they both left the ink… There is a full inkwell on the table.

Words: 3328, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: SK8 the Infinity (Anime)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Carla (SK8 the Infinity)

Relationships: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom

Additional Tags: matchablossom reverse big bang 2023, i almost tagged this M for kojiros potty mouth so... uh cursing is in there, RIP Kaorus wallet after this XD, no beta - we die like my sanity during exam season, Once again kojiro likes to wax poetic about Kaoru in my fics so beware of that too, Fluff, Comfort No Hurt, the one thing that hurts is the inkwell Kaoru throws at kojiro at some point, this is just a lot of cute, like cavities level of dumb and cute, also: inkfight! inkfight! inkfight!, Kojiro is a simp pass it on

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/47985820

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Cravings

This is definitely an 18+ story. Content warnings: Murder, cannabalism, gore, sex mention kinda. A short story I wrote this evening. My dash was filled with cute stuff and here I go with this. XD My brain works in weird ways. Let me know if I should add a tag list for my random stuff like this. 

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She drooled as her eyes lazily watched the rushing players chase after the soccer ball. 

She swallowed hard gnawing absentmindedly on her inner cheek. Completely unbothered by the sting that arose from her teeth aggravating past wounds from doing the same.

She had a craving. An intense one. It rippled through her body, stubbornly persisting. She swallowed hard once more before trailing her tongue along the sweat of her upper lip. 

Her friend returned handing her one of the classic cherry ice in her hands. The dumb polar bear on the packaging having a better time than they had to be having. 

“Figured you might want something cold to eat. It’s killer out here.” 

She happily took the overpriced ice and suckled on it giving a silent affirmation. She hadn’t wanted to worry her friend and maybe it would prove as a distraction for her expectant mouth. 

Her eyes drifted back to the conditioning soccer players, unamused and unsatisfied. She dared not to notify her friend of this fact either. 

The time seemed to crawl along there as their coach finally blew all of the air out of their lungs and into the whistle dangling from their fat neck. The coach released the whistle allowing it to hit their chest unbothered. 

Her friend grinned, glad they would be out of the unforgiving heat soon. 

She grinned herself glad her cravings would soon be sated and far less bothersome.

Her friend placed a cool kiss on her temple and rushed off to leap into the arms of one of the players on the newly turfed field. 

She calmly approached a man who stood just as tall as her and took his hand. She placed a kiss on the back of his unwashed hand, her grin brightening at the taste of salt that graced her tongue. She humored the man, knowing she’d get what she wanted all too soon. 

The time passed by pleasantly fast now. The hours come along like minutes, the woman’s mood brightening significantly as they had resided in the woman’s own home. 

Her impatience grew as a bad movie droned on in the background. One of the kinds that weren’t so bad they were funny, it was just garbage. She coughed a little as she walked over to the kitchen trash hovering over it as she began to heave. She gagged and heaved as she vomited up the red ice from earlier, painting the trash’s contents red. 

The odor of bile and artificial cherry wafted past her nose as she hacked up the distasteful treat. 

He quickly came to comfort her holding back her luscious locks of dark hair, gently patting her back with his other hand.

“Did you drink any water? Maybe you’re dehydrated. I have some Powerade in your fridge you can drink.” 

He tried to apply reason to the situation. It was unclear if it was to calm the worries within himself or an attempt to hush the humiliation he thought I may have experienced.

“No.” She croaked, cringing at the taste in her mouth, “I had other things on my mind.”

She casually slid one of the drawers open, grabbing an item inconspicuously. She used her opposite hand to turn on the faucet, placing her mouth beneath the rushing water. She slurped loudly and spat into the sink in an attempt to wash the foul flavor of cherry bile from her tongue. 

He pouted softly as he spoke. 

“That’s not very good for you. Are you feeling a little better at least?”

She laughed gleefully and took another mouthful of water holding it there. She left the faucet running as she lifted her head from the sink spitting the water in his face. 

“Yeah but a little vomit isn’t the reason why.” 

Her mouth watered as water dribbled from her chin. She gripped the object in her hand, which happened to be a meat tenderizer, bashing it into the disoriented man’s skull. 

He fell to his butt with a disgruntled noise, collapsing pitifully as he attempted to put space between them. His eyes squeezed tight throughout the ordeal as the lukewarm tapwater warmed from her mouth burned his eyes. 

“What the fuck? What the fuck!” 

She drooled now seeing the blood flowing from his skull, matting his hair. The putrid taste in her mouth was overcome by the reminisced flavor of flesh and blood she was willing to murder for. That she had been craving. 

She took advantage of the disoriented man, tugging at her first weapon of choice that had clattered to the ground beside him. She grinned and rolled her wrists as she swung the meat tenderizer with uncanny precision. Making sure to take one fluid step forward as she followed through with another swing, that left the weapon embedded in the man’s thick skull. 

She was desperate. She had wanted this for weeks, trying to fight her own nature. She gazed down at the man who laid unconscious, tauntingly close to death. His breaths left his mouth laboriously, sending an excited twinge through her bones. 

She considered making his last moments easier. This meant quicker food access anyway. Unbothered she fished through the next drawer removing a gun that had done nothing more than take up space until now. Quickly removing the safety she fired two shots through the man ending his meager life. 

She practically shook in excitement grabbing the arm the man had jokingly referred to as his wanking arm and pressing her foot hard to his shoulder. She yanked desperately at his arm until a wet pop sound sounded through the room. She grinned as she then took on the same task for his other arm. 

She tore through the man’s band shirt as she began to lick up the blood slowly crawling down his neck. She hummed and huffed in pleasure, her breath hot against the dead man’s neck. She hazily grabbed a knife as she licked her blood-stained lips. 

With the knife, coincidentally sharpened the night before, she began to make slices into the man’s arms. She was far too ready to consume the man raw. Loudly slurped up blood trails before skinking her teeth into the freshly carved slice of Chad with a pleasured groan. 

She continued to gnaw at the man’s flesh, shoving the remnants of that slice into her mouth. She chewed with an open mouth using tap water to assist it in eagerly sliding down her throat. She turned the faucet off with bloodied hands and looked into the blood pooling on her tiled floors, 

She fell to her knees dragging her tongue across the puddle of blood. She panted and grunted as she lapped it up. Her breath making small ripples in the liquid slowly spreading across the kitchen floor. 

She should’ve known better to fight her cravings. Only idiots like her fight their cravings. She will always fall back to her old ways. Because beasts like her never change.

[ducknotinarow]

📝Usagi [Any verse :’D]

| Send me 📝 and i'll give you a random amount of headcanons/facts about my muse! [more usagi headcannons] Okay mostly I'm taking this as a chance to info dump to you about Usagi uwu. Soo on this one I'm gonna list my headcanons/facts and if there's a difference between the versions I write here I will point that out. And then some specific things for my rise usagi cause he sort like an oc for the universe for me?

Likes/dislikes

Usagi loves flowers actually they are pretty his favorite flower being the cherry blossom. He has an odd love for just how short they last.

Not religious but dose believe in the idea of fate.

Usagi favorite drink is tea but only hot, if hes going alcohol its normally sake or soju

Usagi really really really hates the heat, rabbits can't handle it well. Gets a bit moody when its too hot.

Rabbit tend to chew and snack on things often so Usagi tends to keep things on hand for himself at all times so if you're hungry least you know he always has food on him.

Nicknames he dosen't mind Usa or sagi

more affectionate ones can make him flustered Persnailty traits:

He is a bit of a clean freak. Part of his time studying with his teacher he ran a lot of chores around their home for them (to teach the rabbit patience) has a bit of a habit of picking up around him because he taught was so strict about messes being left behind.

Usagi is a well-displiened warrior sure so he's so the "I'm the responsible one" type yeah don't buy that this guy comes off being only serious and collected nah he's a full-blow dork and he gave his poor teacher Katsuichi plenty of headaches.

Usagi is pretty introverted. He's quite even when around others he's the one who maybe only says like two things the whole time. unless he's alone with like Josielynn or Leo he's a bit more chatty with them.

Usagi is someone who does spend a good amount of time by himself. Nothing wrong withthat he's someone who doesn't mind his own company and sometimes needs the alone time. However he's also very quick to accept the company of another.

Is pretty soft spoken, and can be a bit awkward around others.

Not subtle in the slightest

Is pretty affectionate despite both those things. usually in the form of banter and physical touch.

Extremly Literal

Certain phases he takes to mean seriously cause ...he's dumb omg is this rabbit dumb sometimes XD

No Usagi understand tech well 2003/2012 have an excuse Rise is just an idiot u_u Losses Okay sooo i warned you before you'd be mad at me for this XD

lost his first love (2003/2012) Usagi first love was a girl named Mirako he was in sort of love triangle along with another boy his rival Kenichi. They both left to become samurai's and would both eventually return home after their own time spent working on that goal. Kenichi didn't end fulfilling this path and ended up staying back in their home. Usagi knew that because Kenichi would be there Mirako and him would end up together.

Rise Usagi dated Mariko she was his first love and more, however, things were not all that great between them despite Usagi feeling they could work it out no matter what. Usagi always assumed she was his fated partner. Mirako eventually left Usagi for Kenichi

It hurt of course and his first love has always stuck with him in that the hurt never truly left. Often usagi find himself feeling there will always be someone better than him and this can carry into future relationships

Parents: Usagi left to train at a very younger age, his father started his training he admires them greatly. But his teacher Katsuichi can have more credit for raising him (usagi dose see them as a father figure but never admits to it). Usagi's father did however die which hurts because he wasn't there when it happened and he lost out on time with his dad (his mother would also sometime after)

Josielynn being the expectation, shes to him is very much his sister. And it's why he is ridiculously protective he doesn't want to lose any more family. And she's the last he has.

The rest I'll sum up cauuuse they don't apply to Rise verse but do for 2003 and 2012. Lost his master, killed right at his side. Leaving him to feel he still had more to learn, Being why he is ronin or a traveling student as he calls himself. Lost his best friend because he killed them. The man he considers to be his best friend betrayed his master and is why they died. Loyal to his master he killed his best friend Loyal to his best friend he made sure they were properly buried. LOST HIS PET! For a short time he has a pet tokage (lil dino like creatures in his world) named spot. His only company after being alone for so long but he found someone else needed them more then he did so he let them go. Some Rise verse stuff

When it comes to voice claims for usagi I've seen so many good choices from others that i would love to happen (Steven Yun especially in truth) However to me I decided on Johnny Young Bosch especially in this character role the characters personality sort fits how I write usagi [2][3][4] a few more examples on the VA just cause I really like the voice XD

Rise Usagi's personality I take from mostly how Usagi acted as a teen in the comics. Rash, cocky, impatience and having a temper. I also took 2003 more friendly approach to others with these sense of humor. I also take some of 2012 grumpy moody self cause grumpy bunny is cute. When it comes writing this one at least

Since the turtle have species specified I like to think of Usagi as a flop rabbit (american Fuzzy Lop yes cause fuzzy is in the name XD)

And This was gonna be the end but then me and a friend had some dumb joke about space jam and usagi playing basket ball then we remembered the turtles play basket ball so here we are

I generally treasure Usagi's interactions with the turtles and maybe it cause I know this guy lost so much that it just warms my heart to think about sooo I see the turtles as the kind of friend who pull people into their interests so I can see them getting Usagi to play with them.

took him a good while to learn but he took a fast liking to the game ofc hes a great jumper.

uneven teams when they play but it's just for fun Leo and Usagi: the usual pairing and everyone hates when they are a team. Leo rubs off on Usagi a bit u-u Donnie and Usagi: usually the team up that happens to piss Leo off if he's ticked them both off Raph and Usagi: the most sportsmanship pairing these two often just congrats each other for good shots uwu Mikey and Usagi: Mikey asked Usagi first or called dibs and Usagi can't say no to the baby uwu Everyone vs Leo: kind of like him and Donnie pairing but only cause Usagi gets very competive with Leo and finds this fun.

[feralmoonlight]

Who is your fav Fnaf character besides the DCA? What other games do you like? Do you prefer cheese and crackers or vegetables and dip? Do you own any plushies? What is your favorite candle scent?

UH... UH... I've always loved Foxy since day one, so probably him? FUNNY ENOUGH i've never played a fnaf games actually XD BUT ones that I play are first and foremost Path of Titans. Love that dinosaur shit. Also i've gotten into Sea of Thieves (i'm bad at it), Phasmophobia, and Deep Rock Galactic. Theres some others but ??? it depends on mood and how much i can deal with people.. I am a whore for cheese but I'd probably go Veggies and dip! I actually have some tomato plants I've been growing inside for the last year almost (november~) that make me a handful of cherry tomatoes and some bigger small vine ones. I'm on my third round/generation of adding new plants off the original batch too! I'll get a picture of our dumb setup eventually :P But I love 99% of all veggies. Just keep okra and bursslesprouts and kale away from me please lol. I have SO MANY plushies, mostly big cat ones, but some sentimental others (bunnies from past easters from years ago, and a black dog that used to belong to my grandpa as a kid that's older than my mom), but I also have a stupidly big collection of Lion King plush I've hoarded over the years. It's my biggest fandom collection, lion king shit. Mmmm Favorite candle scent... There used to be a cranberry one I found that definitely did not smell like cranberry, but it had like the cinnamon spice and berry scent and something like a ceader or sandalwood to it that was really warm and comforting, but not overpowering in any of the 3 directions there? A good balance uwu

[sayitwityachest]

2. okay so the other thing was i had a bit of an EXCHANGE with a client a month ago before i took off from my internship for 2 weeks bc family stuff, and i had to write and incident report about it. towards the end i def could of handled it better, but she just wanted to fight to be honest, and it was kinda about time someone stopped putting up with her shit... which is what i did. the best thing was the whole time she was yelling at me she was reclining in bed lmao i was standing in the middle of the room and i feel like my vibe was like

it was so fucking dumb and my coworker witnessed it too. and one point she jumped up from the bed and it was really weird and jerky and i was like ...that was fucking weird. and then she just stood there confused and went to the bathroom while screaming at me lmao. it was so weird, i only raised my voice at the end it was no where near her level of just like constant screaming from the get go. so anyway later i have to write an incident report and my coworker was helping me fill blanks, and at one point she starts laughing and is like "i like how she jumped up to rush you and you just did not move or seem phased and she deflated and fled to the bathroom in shame xD" and i was like !!!!!! bc i didnt even connect the dots lmao like when she did it intially there was a tiny instinctual part of my mind that was like "whoa there" but i was mostly like "wat she doing lol oh anyway" so i had to include that but lmao. im so fucking oblivious to shit i was about to get fucking rushed and i was chilling lmao. anyway i know that she was spoken to by supervisors but i never heard anything else but then yesterday i fucking find out she tried to get me fired and filed a goddamn grievance against me. like girl im a fucking intern. and i WISH i could share more details bc i cannot stress how fucking stupid this shit was, but the cherry on top is that she said i was trying to physically intimidate her and she was so scared she went to the bathroom bc she felt threatened and BULLSHITTTTTTT. this woman isnt afraid of any of us lmao, super confrontational and she's much heavier than i am and has a few inches on me too! oh that pissed me off. and my friends literally didnt tell me bc they didnt want to ruin my time off and im like !!! give me the teaaaaaaaa. i wanna know things especially things about me. apparently yesterday she asked someone if i still worked there and they were like "ummmm" like ahahah hey jerk they are currently begging me to work just part time lmao

[nimbasah]

(So I uh just accidentally sent my boss a copy of an RP I was editing from my word files to post here instead of the meeting notes.... yeah....) 

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

Wake up, babes! New gay little road trip chapter just dropped! By god I am determined to get through at least Chapter 6 of this bad boy before S5 drops. My original plan was to try to get through Chapter 13, but like. That was when I was under the impression the S5 release was scheduled for December. Not, you know, fucking September O_____o

I mean. I’m not complaining. BUT my posting schedule (what I have of one anyways) is going kaput XD Hope y’all will continue to read this as it inevitably becomes wildly canon-divergent.

HUGE shout-out to @xgardensinspace for helping with Spanish translations, local wildlife, toll road info, and Mexican slang! Honestly the whole reason I got the idea for this chapter in the first place was because we were chatting about street food in Mexico and I was like “wouldn’t it be funny if Eli tried to stomach extremely spicy taco sauce purely to show off and had a much worse time of it than he planned?” XD

Read on for a healthy dose of Demetri-Miguel friendship angst (it’s back, baybee!!!), a surprising reveal on how S3 Demetri spent many of his Friday nights, and Demetri and Eli continuing to annoy every customer service worker in Mexico!!! These boys are a menace.

***

“I’m telling you. These toll roads are bleeding us dry, Eli! Dry!”

“Demetri, you paid less than $2.”

“It’s highway robbery is what it is! By the time we get to Mexico City, we’ll have just enough cash to sustain ourselves on durito wheels for the rest of the trip.”

Eli groans. Demetri hears the passenger’s seat squeak as his friend throws himself back into it, slumping down like a wounded animal.

“Was that—was that a pun?”

Demetri clicks his tongue. “It was the best you’ve heard all day.”

“You and your bitching are the only things I’ve heard all day. I have no basis of comparison.”

“So my puns win by default.”

Eli only snorts. “I guess. But they don’t deserve it.”

Demetri gasps. “Next, you’ll be saying you don’t like my graphic tees and my quirky and charming socks!”

Eli sighs. “I was waiting for the right moment to tell you. They’re—they’re very dumb.”

“How could you?”

Demetri slaps the back of his hand against his forehead. He glances over to glower at Eli, who is still slouching in his seat like Demetri’s theatrics are physically paining him.

The taller boy wrinkles his nose. “Well, I’m sorry you don’t appreciate art, Eli.”

“I’m not sure how you define art, but I’m pretty sure it’s not a shirt demanding I ‘say banana.’ Or a cat on a piece of bread.”

“You gave me that one!”

“I thought you’d have more dignity than to wear it.”

“Then you must not know me very well.”

“I know you far better than I’d like.”

“Would you like to know me less?” Demetri taps the steering wheel. “I can do some research on how to induce amnesia.”

“Pass. That’ll just give you an excuse to re-tell me all your Doctor Who theories.”

“They are good theories!”

Eli scoffs. “Still way too canon-compliant, if you ask me. Season 9 was a mess. You can’t theorize your way into the inconsistencies making sense.”

“Wait.” Demetri squints ahead, unfocused gaze settling absentmindedly on a line of palms on the horizon. “You actually remember my theories?”

“Obviously, dumbass. You talked like one of those conspiracy guys on YouTube.”

Despite himself, Demetri smiles. All those months of being a grade-A Cobra Kai asshole, and Eli Moskowitz couldn’t bring himself to delete the “Demetri Nerd Shit” folder filed somewhere in the back of his brain.

Eli huffs, like a little kid being forced to apologize by some adult. “Okay, and not all your shirts are stupid. The cherry pi one is pretty funny.”

Demetri smirks. “You loved the cherry pi one. I remember you wanted us to get matching ones, but you said you’d be too self-conscious to actually wear it.”

“Ugh.” At the mention of this, Eli sounds like he’s eaten a teaspoon of sewage and is attempting to recover. “Imagine if we’d showed up to school in coordinated outfits. As if we weren’t being bullied enough.”

“Oh? You think Kyler would have taken issue with us having better fashion sense than him?”

“Kyler took issue with us being alive.”

“Biggest tragedy of them all that I didn’t get to pound his ass in the All Valley.” Demetri shakes his head. “But anyways, what about now? Would you wear matching shirts with me?”

His smirk widens, and his friend gives him a surly look.

“Place we bought it went out of business,” Eli mumbles. “It was some niche, kitschy site, and the link’s defunct.”

“Oh!” Demetri crows in triumph, reaching over to jab Eli’s side. “So you have looked into it!”

“Okay, fine, so what?!” He can’t help but laugh at how defensive Eli sounds. “It’s a clever shirt! Besides, now I can just kick the ass of anyone who talks shit about it.”

A flash of black and white catches Demetri’s eye, and he looks up just in time to see a tiny, white-spotted animal darting into the road. He shrieks, slamming the brakes and swerving several feet across the yellow line to avoid the thing.

Eli grabs his arm, matching his scream almost exactly. The brakes squeal, car wobbling and jerking about as he maneuvers it back to safety.

“What the fuck, Demetri?!”

The iron grip on his forearm does not loosen, even after the danger has passed. If anything, it grows tighter.

“We almost hit something,” Demetri says, trying to sound nonchalant. He gives Eli’s still-fastened hand a couple reassuring pats. “And my mom throwing fits about dents in her car aside, I’d rather not exile any of the local wildlife from this mortal plane. What was that little gremlin, anyway?”

“I don’t know. Looked like a skunk or some shit.”

“See? This is what we’re paying for!” Demetri gestures furiously at the open road. “Inconsiderate mustelids!”

Eli snorts. His hand begins to loosen around Demetri’s arm, but doesn’t fully let go.

“Still can’t believe you didn’t know about the toll roads. You told me you researched everything.”

“Okay, so I had one oversight. And it cost me half a fortune!” He wiggles a finger at Eli in what he hopes is a very commanding manner. “Let that be a lesson to you to always double and triple-check your trip plans.”

“I guess it was kind of short-notice.”

“Maybe so, but that’s no excuse for being financially irresponsible. Honestly, you might well have saved our behinds last night by convincing me to opt out of a hotel room—even if I am still slightly shocked we didn’t get murdered in our sleep by desert ne’er-do-wells.”

“Ha!” Eli’s grip finally loosens enough that his hand retreats—only to promptly return and give Demetri’s arm a triumphant slap. “I told you! See? Your know-it-all ass isn’t right all the time.”

“Yeah, yeah, fine. You win this round, Moskowitz.”

A lush green cornfield sweeps out on the side of the road, long leaves seeming to stretch for miles. Demetri’s eyes trail over the tall stalks as they pass, mind filling with fresh-baked tamales and shredded beef wrapped in tortillas. His stomach grabs at him painfully.

“God, we’ve barely eaten all day,” he complains. “I’m starving.”

Eli snorts. “What, 3 bags of Cheetos and a side of candy and soda weren’t enough lunch for you?”

“Unfortunately not.” He heaves a resigned sigh, holding a hand up. “All right. Executive decision: We are stopping for a real lunch. Check what the next town is, will you?”

“Sure thing, boss.” Eli spits the last word out, and Demetri imagined his friend rolling his eyes. Typical stubbornly rebellious Eli.

Nonetheless, he hears Eli still typing away at his phone. “Um…the next decent-sized one is Guasave.”

“Guasave it is! I’m sure they’ve got a taco truck hidden away somewhere in there.”

“You know they’re gonna look at us weird for ordering lunch at like 4:00, right?”

“Better late than never! I promise you my stomach is not going to care.”

***

“What?! No chimichangas here?”

Demetri whimpers miserably, frantically looking over the faded menu. He starts to regret stopping for the first taco truck they saw—a run-down little thing in the middle of a narrow parking lot.

The dingiest of lunch stands had always proved to be the most lucrative—until now.

Eli snorts. “Who are you, Deadpool?”

“They’ve had them at every other food cart we’ve been to!” he retorts.

“Yeah, well.” Eli rolls his eyes. “The further south we go, the less they’re gonna be into that Americanized shit they sell near the border. You should’ve anticipated this.”

“I’m failing to anticipate a lot of things on this trip, huh,” Demetri grumbles.

He scans the menu again, looking for a suitable second choice. A trickle of unease slithers through him.

He takes a breath, resisting the urge to grab Eli’s hand to steady himself. This is no time to get overwhelmed.

Okay, start with the things you know. Taco. You know the word taco. Also salsa.

Demetri Alexopoulos, exemplary student ranked within the top 10 of the West Valley High junior class, is not about to get an anxiety attack over ordering his goddamn lunch. No matter how Spanish and how incomprehensible his meal options are.

“I can’t make out what half of these words mean,” he complains. He does his best to sound casual—and like he’s not slowly being eaten by all-consuming despair.

“Translate on your phone, dumbass. Use WordReference or something.”

Luckily Eli is none the wiser. He continues pondering the menu, oblivious to Demetri’s ever-building—and very stupid—distress.

Demetri takes another breath, pulling his phone from his pocket and plugging each of the mystery taco types into the internet. Though the menu has pictures of a few, Demetri would rather know the full extent of what he’s putting in his mouth.

He hums thoughtfully, thumbing through a translation website. Tripa is a no-go—he isn’t particularly keen on eating cow intestine. Bistec and barbacoa seem like safe options—the pictures look good, anyways, and they’re only steak and barbecued beef, essentially. A few words he can’t find a translation for, so those are probably best avoided.

One taco variety looks particularly strange. Demetri types it into his phone and lets out an alarmed squawk.

“Wire tacos?!”

He spins around and seizes Eli’s shoulders, shaking them with urgency. “Eli, why are they putting wires in the tacos?!” he asks frantically.

Eli frowns. “What are you talking about?”

Demetri removes his hands to use one to shove his phone in Eli’s face and the other to gesture insistently from the ‘alambre’ written on the menu to the ‘alambre’ translated on the phone. His friend only scoffs.

“You’re so dramatic. It’s probably a local slang term or something.”

“Eli!” Demetri lets his voice drag out into a pained whine. “This has to be a violation of at least seventeen health codes! Should we even be eating here?!”

The shorter boy heaves a deep sigh. “They’ve had alambre at every other place we’ve eaten, Demetri. You didn’t notice because you were too busy stuffing your face with fried beef-and-cheese wraps.”

Demetri paces back and forth, head in his hands. “So they were putting wires in the tacos too?! Were there wires in my chimichangas, Eli?”

Eli only arches an eyebrow. “You tell me. Did you bite down on any thin metal?”

“No,” he admits. “But I wouldn’t know if they ground them up small enough.”

“Don’t you think if there was ground-up wire in Mexican street tacos, we’d have heard about it by now? It’d be kind of a huge news story. And anyways.” Eli rolls his eyes. “If it was part of some grand plan to…I don’t know, gradually turn anyone who likes street tacos into a cyborg, they wouldn’t just advertise it on their signs. It probably means something else.”

Demetri crosses his arms. “Then what the hell does it mean?” he demands.

“I don’t know! Ask the guy!”

Eli gestures to the beleaguered taco salesman behind the cart, leaning on the counter and looking as though every word of this exchange is draining more from his stamina bar.

“You ask him!” Demetri shoots back, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “I barely know any Spanish!”

“Well, neither do I! I can’t speak Spanish for shit!”

“Then how do we know there’s not—”

“Demetri.” Eli cuts him off, putting firm hands on his shoulders. “I promise there’s no wires in the tacos. If there are, well…” He sighs. “I’ll sell the bike to pay your hospital bills, okay?”

“You’ll sell the bike?” Demetri arches an eyebrow. “Well. Now I’m kind of hoping there’s wires in the tacos. Maybe I should order—”

“Yeah, no.” Eli shakes his head. “No way in hell are you ordering alambre. You’ll do it to show off, and then have an anxiety attack all the way to Mazatlán.”

“Fine.” He lets out a defeated sigh. “I’ll just have to think of some other way to persuade you to get rid of that death trap.”

“Good luck with that.”

“I will do it someday, Eli! Mark my words!”

He gives Eli the “I’m watching you” finger signal before turning back to the menu. He’ll admit that some of the taco pictures, non-chimichanga and metal-filled though they may be, don’t look half bad.

He starts to trudge over to the truck, Eli following behind. “Just so you know, I am absolutely holding you to what you said if I find so much as half a millimeter of wire,” he grumbles.

The taco salesman is slouched against a shaded metal counter, looking tired. It’s as though there’s a finite amount of energy in the parking lot, and Eli and Demetri have already sucked up a fair bit of this man’s with their loud American squabbling.

“Uh…barbacoa tacos.” Demetri smiles meekly. “Cuatro.”

Cuatro. I know cuatro. His smile widens to a beam. That’s something.

The salesman nods. “Salsa?”

“Oh! Um…”

Demetri hesitates. He’d forgotten about sauces.

The man’s eyes bore into him impatiently, and he quickly assesses the pictures on the menu. “Green,” he decides. “Verde.”

See, look at me! I’m not half bad at this! I know colors too!

The taco salesman turns to Eli. “Y usted?”

Eli ponders for a moment. “Mmmmm…carnitas. Cinco.”

Demetri turns to arch an eyebrow at him. Trying to one-up me, are we?

“Salsa?”

As the salesman asks the question, Eli slides across the counter and leans on his arms, breaking into a gigantic, shit-eating grin.

“Deme la mierda que este más picosa pa que amarre!”

The taco salesman gives Eli a look indicating the man thinks he is a complete idiot. He exhales, face scrunching up like he’s putting all his concentration into not passing judgment.

“Habanero esta bien?”

Eli nods, still beaming like he won the lottery.

The taco salesman shrugs, although he still doesn’t look like he approves. “Diez minutos,” he says, sliding them a scrap of paper with the number “7” written on it.

It’s odd, considering they’re the only people in line. Demetri figures this must be the taco man’s revenge for having to watch them bicker over whether to give him business.

He turns away from the taco truck, walking over to lean against the wide, shaded trunk of a palm tree. When Eli joins him, Demetri rolls his eyes at him.

“‘Can’t speak Spanish for shit,’ my ass.”

Eli shrugs, clearly trying to seem nonchalant and not succeeding in the least. “You’re around Miguel enough, you pick some stuff up.”

Demetri winces. He forgets sometimes that Eli has nearly two months on him on the “Miguel Diaz Rubbing Off On You” track.

He hated that summer. He hated how busy Miguel always was—either going on dates with that mean Cobra girl with the constant scowl on her face, or locked up in a strip mall dojo letting the psycho with the snake tattoo slowly fill his head with poison. The texts from Miguel came less and less, and the distance in his eyes at their video game nights made it feel like he was slipping from Demetri’s grip as quickly and silently as a water moccasin.

The same video game nights, of course, that they’d had to stop inviting Eli to.

Demetri knows Miguel and Eli did stuff without him, too. And that was fine—he never wanted to make Miguel pick sides in something that wasn’t his fight. That, and Miguel might have been the only person Demetri trusted to pull Eli back out of the Sith, if he wandered in too far. If Miguel wasn’t there to protect him, to keep his head screwed on straight…

He shudders.

The months that Miguel was in the hospital were bad enough. Demetri’s stomach churns at the thought of what might have happened if Miguel had abandoned Eli much sooner—calling off their friendship as soon as he heard about Eli threatening Demetri at the mall. What might have happened if he chose Demetri sooner, and left Eli and his darkening path to the mercy of the wolves.

Or, cobras, rather.

Demetri saw what Eli was like, trying to show off to that Rickenburger guy and Tory Nichols and their whole rotten little clan. They seemed to know exactly what he wanted to hear, telling him he was strong and brave and tough and utterly invincible. Seeing every terrible thing he did and nudging him to do even more.

He followed them around for a few months longer and he would have ended up behind bars. Demetri’s certain of it.

In any case, the hurt of Eli pulling away had been a category all on its own—the subject of what felt like dozens of tearful nights. The first real heartbreak Demetri had ever known. But Miguel pulling away…

Kind, steadfast, annoyingly optimistic Miguel, who gave loyalty for no other reason than because he wanted to. Who stuck around at the losers’ lunch table when he had every reason to believe he could do better. Who saw Demetri fall and crouched down to touch his shoulder, smiling and saying he knew Demetri could get back up and keep going.

When Miguel started to build a fence between them, Demetri didn’t know what to believe anymore.

Not a wall, at least. Miguel Diaz is much too nice to shoot an entire wall up in the face of his friend. Nonetheless, he built something—something that made it feel like you were wandering through a deep, foggy, confusing wood to try and reach him.

And by the time school started again, Demetri was getting lost in the trees nearly every time.

And Eli got to have Miguel a little more that summer. For better or for worse, Eli had Miguel in a way Demetri didn’t know how to. Not even a year of friendship, and the two Cobras painted a world of their own that Demetri just couldn’t seem to slot himself into. And it hurt.

He can’t say which of them he envied more, to be honest.

“‘Metri?”

A hand closes gently around Demetri’s shoulder and squeezes. He almost starts, but Eli’s touch holds him steady.

Suddenly he’s back in Sinaloa, gazing into the concerned blue eyes of his best friend. “You okay, Demetri?”

“Wh—” He forces a smile, chuckling. “Oh, yeah. Just spaced out for a bit.”

He shakes his head to clear out the hectic, miserable thoughts. “Anyways. Habanero?” He looks at Eli and raises his eyebrows. “You used to cry when I gave you pieces of my Panda Express orange chicken because it was ‘too spicy’ for you. What gives?”

Eli scowls, concern dissolving. “That was years ago. People change. I’m not some little sniveling, weak-mouthed pussy anymore!” He rolls his shoulders, loudly cracking his knuckles for extra effect. “I can handle anything.”

Despite himself, Demetri snickers. “What, you thought Sensei War Criminal Kreese was going to award you a blue ribbon for downing a ghost pepper?”

“It’s not about that!” Eli snaps. “It’s about the stamina! The mental fortitude!”

“It’s about intentionally trying to make your mouth experience the heat death of the universe for no reason.”

Eli scoffs. “You’re just jealous. You accidentally bite into a jalapeño and you scream like a little girl.”

“Maybe I enjoy not having my gums feel like they took a vacation to the deepest pits of hell, Eli!”

“Wimp.”

“Dumbass.”

Eli bristles, clenching his fists. “I got it hammered into me every day for months that losing a fight was the worst thing that could happen. And now you think I’m about to let a pepper get the better of me?!”

“Well, now you’re Miyagi Do, and we get to pick our battles,” Demetri counters. “And Mr. L would say deciding on an opponent that’s a vegetable that literally evolved to not be eaten is idiotic. Not very badass.”

Eli crosses his arms. “The fact that it evolved against this is all the more reason not to let it come out on top!”

Demetri sighs. “And what, pray tell, do you hope to gain from asserting dominance over a zesty taco sauce?”

“Bragging rights!”

“To whom? I don’t think Kyler’s going to be quivering in terror when he hears. ‘Oh no! This kid can eat habanero sauce!’”

Eli scowls. “I can kick ass and tough out hot peppers, Demetri. And sometimes I run out of ass.”

“Still. I’m not sure what you’re trying to prove. Aggressive masochism really isn’t the power move you think it is.”

“There’s no masochism involved. I love the burn!”

Demetri clicks his tongue. “And that, my friend, is the masochism. I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’m pretty sure it isn’t natural to want your oral cavity to feel like the Valley during wildfire season.”

“Please, please never call it an oral cavity again. Anyways, I still think you’re bitter that I’m tougher than you.”

“Siete!”

Demetri is opening his mouth to reply when the voice rings out across the parking lot. His stomach twists painfully in on itself, and he’s once again reminded how long he’s gone without nourishment.

They practically sprint to the counter, all but throwing their pesos at the poor man who has already had to endure enough today. Eli eyes the thick orange sauce drenching his carnitas like he’s won the lottery.

They wander through a wrought iron gate into a nearby park, meandering their way to a thatched roof gazebo shaded by palms and lush summer trees. Eli admires his meal the entire way, and Demetri can practically feel the waves of hubris rolling off him already.

“So when exactly did you start craving Scoville toppers?” Demetri sits on one of the gazebo benches, taking a bite of a barbacoa taco (which is, admittedly, probably just as good as a chimichanga). “Did you automatically absorb 5 levels of spice tolerance as soon as you got that crazy hairdo?”

Eli shrugs. “I started ordering the hot shit when I went out to eat. You know, with all the peppers next to it. Built up some decent resistance.”

“Okay, then.” Demetri smirks. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Gladly.”

Eli raises a taco to his lips, orange sauce dribbling down scarred knuckles. He takes a bite and chews.

At first he seems unbothered, even humming in mild approval. It takes a moment before the color drains from his face, eyes widening with a terror Demetri hasn’t seen since the days of Kyler and his goons harassing them in the library.

And this is all before the noises start.

Eli lets out a muffled “mmmmmph!”, lips squeezing tightly together and entire face tensing. What follows is a sequence that looks like a small frog is trying to escape Eli’s mouth.

His lips twitches in every direction, looking as though they’re fighting the urge to let loose a scream. His breath comes in quick, shallow puffs, like someone tired out from fleeing a serial killer and trying not to pant too loud. Demetri can even swear there’s a wet film forming under his friend’s eyes.

Eli lets out a series of pained grunts, trying to hide each one more than the last. The fist not holding the taco clenches and unclenches, nails leaving red marks in pale skin. His entire body is twitching, and his skin glistens with bright sweat. Whether it’s a buildup from the late afternoon sun or a new addition from the habanero sauce Demetri really can’t say.

Eli whines, the pain apparently so great that he’s bothering less and less with disguising it. Demetri smirks.

“You okay there, buddy?”

“Yeah!” Eli gives him a stiff thumbs up and the most strained smile Demetri’s ever seen in his life. “It tastes great!”

“Does it?” Demetri takes another bite of his much-more-pleasant-tasting barbacoa. “Because you kind of look like you’re suffering.”

Eli’s terribly-watering eyes sear into him. “I am not! I’m handling it like a damn champ.” He flexes a bicep to prove his point, face twisting the entire time.

At last, little puffs of breath cease to be enough to rid Eli of free-floating pepper molecules. His mouth opens wide, releasing a hot cloud of sharp-scented air.

“That’s…okay, that was a little more intense than I expected.” His voice is tight, still attempting to conceal quite a bit of agony.

“You want to trade?” Demetri offers him a taco. “I’ll take one for the team.”

“Oh, please.” Eli curls his lip. “Demetri, if you so much as sniffed one of these, you’d pass out.”

“You underestimate my power.”

“I perfectly estimate your power, Anakin. Pretty sure this sauce would kill you instantly.”

Eli takes another bite of his taco, and the cycle of pain begins anew. He attempts to disguise the anguished groans as mumbles of pleasure, but Demetri knows better. Eli will fake badassery until he has burned his entire mouth off, and then some.

Demetri sighs. “Do you want me to get you some milk? There’s a bottle in the cooler.”

Eli frowns, temporarily distracted from the ever-raging destruction of his gums. “When the hell did you buy milk?”

“At the last Oxxo.”

Eli gives him a judgmental look, and Demetri scoffs. “What? I don’t trust hotel coffee creamers! Do you know what kind of preservatives they put in those? Besides, milk has less calories.”

His friend snorts, spice apparently forgotten. “Since when do you care about preservatives and calories?” He lets out a long groan. “Moon’s been rubbing off on you, hasn’t she?”

“So what if she has? Have you had her acai smoothie?”

“Oh, god.” Eli made a face. “She made you the weed one?”

“It’s not—it is free-trade hemp oil, Eli! There’s a difference!”

“When even did she make it for you?”

Demetri shrugs, trying to seem nonchalant. “Girls’ night. Sometimes she, Yas, and Sam would invite me.”

Eli snickers. “You’re not a girl, though.”

He rolls his eyes, unfazed. “You can be an honorary girl for one night. I promise you your dick doesn’t vanish. Besides, Moon has the best weed in town. And the best face masks.”

“Yeah, checks out you’d be finicky over skincare.”

Eli shakes his head, taking another (admittedly hesitant) bite of his taco. As he chews, he lets out a quiet, pained whimper, sweat on his cheeks parted by a barely visible tear streak. He grabs one of the gazebo poles, clutching so hard his knuckles turn white.

Demetri sighs. “All right, that’s it. I am getting you the milk.”

“Wai—Demetri!” Eli’s efforts are in vain, fingers snatching at open air long after Demetri is out of grabbing range. He knows Eli will probably complain this is the pussy move, but so be it.

Seeing Eli Moskowitz in distress has always been his weakness, it seems.

When he returns, Eli is pressed up against one of the gazebo poles with his teeth clenched. He looks like he escaped a torture chamber.

Demetri decides he definitely made the right call. He pops the cap and offers the milk to Eli.

“Okay, drink up. I know you’re a man of few words, but I still wouldn’t advise destroying your mouth. You might need it for something.”

Eli raises an eyebrow, teeth still clenched. “What, like sucking your dick?”

Demetri’s cheeks grow hot, and he mentally curses Eli’s ability to eternally throw him off-guard. “Are you offering?!”

His friend scoffs. “You wish I was.”

“Just drink the damn milk.” He thrusts the beverage into Eli’s hands. “I’ve had plenty of watching your dumb ass be in immense pain and pretend like you’re not. I saw enough of that while you were in Cobra Kai.”

Eli scowls at him, but nonetheless snatches the milk away with the speed of a particularly determined raccoon trying to nab an appealing piece of garbage and make a break for it before flashlights illuminate the dumpster. He downs half the bottle in one gulp, and Demetri places a cautionary hand on his arm.

“Slow down there, tiger. You have to make that last through three more tacos.”

Eli shoots him a white-rimmed glare. “Don’t tell me how to live my life.”

He laughs, raising conceding hands. “All right. Your funeral. I don’t have the best track record of preventing you from making poor life choices, anyhow.”

His friend puts the milk down to take another ill-advised bite of taco. It isn’t long before he’s picking up the bottle again.

“I can’t believe Moon gave you the weed smoothie,” he mutters. “She told me that was only for ‘really special people.’”

“It’s not weed, it’s free-trade hemp oil!”

“Yeah, whatever. Anyways.” Eli growls out the words as he starts to fan himself—something he’s sure to blame on the summertime sun, but is also coincidentally only doing near his mouth. “Not that I care, because it’s lame, but…why wasn’t I invited to girls’ night?”

“That was during your villain arc.”

“Oh. Right.” He bites his lip, looking away.

“And I’ll have you know it was not lame!” Demetri crosses his arms. “And we didn’t need spiked smoothies to get high. Moon’s home-grown backyard cannabis was plenty potent on its own, believe me.”

Eli perks up, suddenly interested. “She still has that weed greenhouse?”

“Oh, yeah.” Demetri laughs, shaking his head at the memory. “One time, Yas got so high that she wouldn’t stop giggling and hitting on Sam and Moon. That was my first inclination that maybe she wasn’t straight.”

“Holy shit.” Eli leans forward, grinning. “Did she kiss either of them?”

“Not while I was there. Mostly she was just getting real cuddly with them—slung an arm around Moon, tried to hold hands with Sam, the works. But when I went to the bathroom?” Demetri whistled. “Who’s to say?”

“Wait…so…she might have cheated?” Eli frowns as the realization seems to sink in. “And that doesn’t bother you?”

“Oh, please.” Demetri rolls his eyes as he takes another bite of barbacoa. “Whatever we had going on back then hardly had enough of a label for that to count as ‘cheating.’ Yas didn’t want anyone to know we were even messing around for a while.”

“Really?” Eli gives him a skeptical look. “Seemed like she was crawling all over you as soon as we started hanging out again.”

“Right. Well…” Demetri laughs uneasily, running the hand not currently covered in taco grease through his hair. “Her mom…kind of went through her phone over Christmas break. Saw some texts with Moon about how she might like girls and flipped out. Yas told me later the only way to get her to back off was by insisting it was all a dumb phase, and she had a steady, committed boyfriend. As soon as school started up again, she leaned pretty hard into the whole ‘relationship’ thing. To keep up appearances and all.”

“Ouch.” Eli grimaces. “That’s rough. Poor Yas—well, poor both of you.”

Demetri shrugs. For whatever reason, the thought of Yasmine preferring girls almost the entire time they dated doesn’t bother him much.

“To be honest, I suspected for a while,” he admits. “Before she came out, I mean. She was always feeling up my chest when we made out, but like…in a way that made it seem like she wished there was more there.”

“Oh my god.” Eli snorts out a laugh, nearly choking on a hunk of carnitas. “Dude. She was legit pretending you were a girl.”

“I mean hey, if it gets me some action, I’ll take it.”

Demetri really can’t judge. There were plenty of times when he imagined the hands crawling across his skin were just a little rougher, the knuckles a little more calloused. There were plenty of times when he imagined the waist bumping against his own had a bulge in the middle. Or that there was a thin ridge of stiff skin just to the left of Yasmine’s nose, right above her top lip.

Eli shakes his head, taking another bite of his taco in between chortles. To Demetri’s relief, his next sip of milk is much more subdued.

So he is trying to make it last after all. Thank god. The last thing Demetri needs to see is his best friend writhing in agony all the way to the next Oxxo.

Unfortunately, Eli’s next bite of taco is what really kicks off the problems.

The blatant cry of pain is Demetri’s first clue that things have gone amiss. After an entire meal of sealing suffering away like a pest in a trap, such an open display of torment is not to go unheeded.

“Eli?” He frowns.

“Fucking hell.” Eli speaks around a mouthful of carnitas. He spits out a chunk of food, and Demetri catches a glimpse of something bright orange in the dirt. “This asshole really threw a whole-ass piece of pepper in there. Right in the middle of the meat. God.”

He breathes hard, frantically switching between fanning his mouth and rubbing his (probably burning) cheek. Like that’s going to do anything.

Despite himself, Demetri laughs. He puts his lunch on a gazebo bench and strides forward, placing a comforting hand on Eli’s shoulder.

“Well, you did say you could handle anything.”

“I thought—fuck—I thought it would be fine.” Eli wheezes out the words like someone’s performing an exorcism on him. “Oh, god. Fuck. My entire mouth is burning.”

He buries his face in his hands, hunching over. His head bumps into Demetri’s chest, and the taller boy tries not to blush.

“Fuck, it hurts so bad! Make it stop, Demetri!”

He pleads in a choked wail, like he’s imploring someone not to take all his loved ones to the firing squad. His hands slide to the side, and Demetri sees thick tears streaming down his face. He lets out a muffled sob, any attempted image of toughness long gone.

For a moment, he doesn’t look any different from the panicking 12-year-old who couldn’t handle Chinese fast food, breaking down weeping in the middle of a mall food court. The whole thing had been a nasty spiral, the frantic tears only coming faster as he grew more and more terrified that he was making a scene. Demetri covered him up the best he could, blocking Eli’s chair with his long body and faking a loud argument with his mom to draw the attention away from the crying preteen.

At least it was mostly funny to think about now.

“There, there.” Demetri pulls Eli into his arms, holding him tight against his chest. Eli doesn’t fight it, melting into him like a soggy popsicle. His hands latch onto Demetri’s shirt as he caterwauls his woes.

Demetri rubs his friend’s back, and Eli’s wails soften to mere pained moans. “Owwwww…”

Demetri chuckles into Eli’s shoulder. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “I’ll protect you. The peppers can’t hurt you anymore.”

Eli snorts in response. His hands shove into Demetri’s chest, but not hard enough to push him away. “You’re a fucking dork.”

“Uh, I’m not the one who tortured myself with hot sauce to win a dick-measuring contest that was never actually declared. So you might be the fucking dork, Mr. Moskowitz.”

Eli grunts disapprovingly, but doesn’t actually contradict the statement.

Once he seems to have cried most of the spice out of his body, Eli pulls away and takes a breath. He gives Demetri a strained smile as he wipes watery eyes with the back of his arm.

“Okay. I’m cool. Everything’s cool.”

The offending taco finds its way into the garbage can outside the gazebo. Demetri would usually never advocate wasting food—starving children overseas, etc etc. In this case, however, sacrifices must be made for the survival of Eli Moskowitz’s mouth.

“So.” Demetri throws a comforting arm around his friend as they walk back to the gazebo bench. “Other than nearly burning your mouth off, how are the carnitas?”

Eli shrugs as they sit down. “They’re good,” he says around his newest mouthful. “Not as good as the ones Miguel makes, though.”

“Wait, wait.” Demetri gives Eli a skeptical look, arm suddenly dropping. “Hold the phone. Miguel cooked carnitas for you?!”

“Well…” Eli’s face scrunches in brief concentration. “Actually, he called them fritadas. So no.”

“Wh—no! Not the point!” He huffs, glaring at Eli. “You’re telling me Miguel Diaz cooked a meal for you?”

“It’s not a big deal!” Eli turns and glares at him. “We were hanging out after practice and it got late, so he offered to make dinner. His mom was working a graveyard shift, and Rosa was at her book club—”

“Rosa?” Demetri gawks at Eli. “What, you and Miguel’s grandmother are on a first-name basis now?!”

Demetri can’t believe this. He went over to Miguel’s house loads of times sophomore year—some trips with Eli, some without—and never once did Miguel saunter into the kitchen and whip him up authentic Ecuadorian cuisine. The most they ever did was walk to the convenience store a block away and grab some chips and candy. And now he’s meant to believe Miguel was cooking full-blown meals for Eli while he was out of the picture?!

He flings his hands in the air, so emphatically that several pieces of barbacoa fly out of one of his tacos. “How many times did this happen?” he demands.

Eli shrugs, frowning in slight confusion. “I don’t know. A few? We’d start bingeing TV and lose track of time.”

“A few!” Demetri scoffs, shaking his head.

Absolutely unbelievable. While he was busy painting all of Mr. L’s ridiculous fences in the scorching summer heat, Eli was getting spoiled with home-cooked food and probably repeatedly being told by Miguel that he was the coolest guy on earth. Maybe sometimes Aisha and Miguel’s terrifying Cobra girlfriend came along too, and they all had a grand old time eating Miguel’s cooking and making fun of pussy nerds who couldn’t do karate.

Eli gives him an utterly perplexed look. “What’s the problem? It’s just some stupid fritadas.”

Demetri lets out an exasperated sigh. “It’s never just ‘fritadas,’ Eli. It’s one of the truest shows of camaraderie there is.”

“What, is there some niche cultural thing about it in Ecuador?”

“No!” Demetri slaps a hand to his face. “You don’t—you don’t waltz into the kitchen and throw together a meal for anyone.”

“Oh. Oh.” Eli breaks into a shit-eating grin as it dawns on him. “You’re jealous.”

Demetri snorts, glancing away so Eli can’t see his cheeks turn red. “Am not! What do I care if Miguel made you dinner a few times?”

“You jealous little shit.” Eli leans in close, smirking up at him. “You’re pissed Miguel didn’t cook for you.”

Demetri huffs, refusing to meet his friend’s eyes. “I’m not pissed about anything. I’m just trying to figure out why Miguel only started doing this when we weren’t coming over together anymore.”

“I don’t know.” Eli shrugs again. “Maybe it was a convenience thing. And it was summer, so he wasn’t busy with homework or anything.”

“Oh, sure!” He rolls his eyes with dramatic flourish. “He suddenly has time to feed you substantial meals, but he never bothers with me!”

Eli lets out an exasperated sigh. “You forgot when he came back to school? He picked you over me when it really mattered.”

“Yeah, but he never made me carni—excuse me, fritadas!”

“He just made me food a couple times, man. It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal!” Demetri gasps, clutching a hand to his heart. “What—does my souvlaki mean nothing to you, sir?!”

“Your souvlaki?” Eli raised his eyebrows. “You mean the souvlaki you tried to make with your mom and argued over how to do the whole time?”

“We did not—”

“‘Demetri, fos ton mation mu, you must add more olive oil! Your souvlaki will be as tasteless as Mrs. Hasapi’s décor!’” Demetri groans as Eli mimics his mother’s shrill, overbearing tone.

Eli turns up the tip of his nose, voice turning nasally. “‘But mom! The recipe called for ¼ cup, and you put 1/3! The flavor won’t sink in like it’s supposed to. The kebabs are ruined!’”

“Come on, I do not talk like—”

“‘Oh, god! The oregano!’” Eli goes on ruthlessly. “‘You poured it in without evening out the teaspoon! What have you done?’”

“She was so imprecise,” Demetri grumbles, crossing his arms. “Recipes have specific ingredient amounts listed for a reason. The guy who wrote that recipe probably called for 2 cloves of garlic because he tried with 3, and the whole thing was a repulsive disaster! Other people write these cooking instructions so you don’t have to figure all this nonsense out yourself and set your kitchen on fire in the process.”

“And yet.” Eli gives him a crooked half-smile. “The souvlaki always turned out fine. Even when you and your mom didn’t do exactly what you were supposed to. Or, god forbid, let the oregano go over the rim of the teaspoon.”

Demetri feels his cheeks heat up in a blush. “You…actually liked it? You’re not just saying that?”

“Nope.”

“Was it, uh…” He looks away, blush deepening. “Was it as good as Miguel’s fritadas?”

“Hmmm, well…” Eli scrunches up his face in concentration before turning to give Demetri a wide smirk. “I wouldn’t go that far. Nothing’s as good as Miguel’s exclusive specialty fritadas, apparently made only for me.”

“You asshole!” Demetri shoves Eli so hard that he nearly dismantles what’s left of his tacos. Eli breaks out laughing, bracing himself with his arms as he falls on the bench.

“Lighten up,” he snorts. “Soon as we find Miguel, I’ll let him know you’re a huge baby and you’ll never recover if he doesn’t make you fritadas. I’m sure he’ll be happy to do it as a favor to a fellow traumatized ex-Cobra.”

Demetri swats a snickering Eli.

“Still can’t believe he likes you better than me,” he mumbles.

Eli rolls his eyes. “I promise you he does not. He likes us the same.”

“But—”

“If anything, you’re the golden child. He never asks to use my study guides, or copy my class notes when he falls asleep. I think it’s because, uh…” He rubs the back of his buzzcut, smiling meekly. “You’re not the one with a history of…irresponsibility? You’re the consistent one.”

“Yeah, the one consistently not cooked for.”

“Hey, c’mon.” Eli throws a loose arm around his shoulder, guiding him up from the bench. “I’ll tell you what. When we track this fucker down and drag him home, we’ll all have a huge game night, and I’ll tell him to make more fritadas than you can eat. How’s that? Then are we even?”

Eli jostles his shoulder, and Demetri sighs in defeat. It really is very difficult to say no to Eli when his arm’s hooked around your neck like that.

“I’ll accept it,” he grumbles. “But only if you don’t eat any of the fritadas. That would give you a one-up.”

Eli laughs, squeezing his shoulder as they walk toward the car. “I think I can go without for one night.”

Demetri tosses his empty taco wrap into the trash can, a reluctant smile finally tugging at his lips.

“All right, Eli. Let’s go find Ecuador’s best expat pork chef.”

***

First a pissing contest, and now a dick-measuring contest??? Will the genitalia-related competitions ever end with these two???

Most of the Spanish translations I feel like aren’t super hard to extrapolate BUT, if you’re curious, “Deme la mierda que este más picosa pa que amarre!” roughly translates to “Give me the spiciest shit you got and tie it!” “Tie it” is Mexican slang relating to “tying up loose ends.” Miguel probably picked it up from the Latino kids at school, and then Eli picked it up from Miguel XD

Also “fos ton mation mu” means “light of my eye” and it’s a common Greek endearment! Never let it be said that I don’t strive for cultural accuracy in my gay fanfiction XD

Credit where credit is due to @xgardensinspace for suggesting Eli should get a hug after being traumatized by spicy tacos and being absolutely correct.

ALSO yes, I know it can be kind of annoying for fic to reduce the canon female love interest(s) of an mlm ship to “mean lesbian bestie” SO I’m trying to give Yasmine the depth canon continually refuses to! Like I do unironically think she’s lesbian--that’s not just a “now she can’t get in the way of Elimetri” thing, I promise--but I also think she deserves better than to be a 1-dimensional “queer-coded mean girl” type stereotype. So here, have some Yasmine backstory angst! Also I REFUSE to believe she was randomly all over Demetri in S4 because she suddenly got super obsessed with a guy who annoyed her not 5 seconds ago, I just REFUSE, that is TERRIBLE WRITING and very icky treatment of women and I could go on--

(tfw you don’t even ship Samsmine but by god, you are going to commit to Raging Lesbian Yasmine, and also Sam LaRusso is a dang catch, like who wouldn’t want her??? No one, that’s who. Having any teen lesbian character not be at least a little into Samantha LaRusso is simply unrealistic. This requires no elaboration.)

Yes, Moon’s rich family (including a mom who gave her high-quality weed for her birthday) has a home-grown weed garden. Also yes, Demetri gets invited to Girls’ Night with the ladies and gets spoiled with face masks. It’s what a fancy lady like him deserves, and he deserves to shamelessly hang out with his female besties without being embarrassed about it!

Also ALSO credit to @baldwinboy5ive for giving me the idea of Demetri being way too anal about cooking ingredient amounts in her fic “Fermentation” XD

As always, moodboard pic credits available upon request! (Tfw you’re rapidly running out of pics of Buzzcut Eli not in a gi to use, so you have to resort to cropping the ‘hawk to get him a pic of him smirking like a little gremlin like you want XD)

Chapter 1: Here Chapter 2: Here Chapter 3: Here Chapter 4: Here Chapter 5: Good news! You have already found Chapter 5, and are currently looking at it!

The first four chapters are also up on my AO3 page, SummerPhlox!

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Okay, I'll cut right to the chase! I saw your requests are open so please give me some third-wheeling with Matchablossom and Renga hcs! Also, just being a mood with Miya.. (and maybe how Adam would react after I kick him in the balls?) <3 I know you will do a really good job so GOOD LUCK!!!

Third Wheeling with Matchablossom and Renga

Headcanons

(+Hanging out with Miya and kicking Adam in the balls)

[Warning: Slight swearing but mostly fluff, a bit cringe]

Matchablossom

(Pairing: Sakurayashiki ‘Cherry Blossom’ Kaoru x Nanjo ‘Joe’ Kojiro)

First off, they would never want to let you third wheel. They do not like it. At all. So they assume the three of you would hang out as friends.

Except they can never help the “subtle” touches and the “obvious bickering” they’re flirting.

Not that you’d mind of course. They’re waaayy to cute and entertaining for you to be mad or awkward about it.

If you’re out shopping, then Kojiro would subconsciously slip his arms around Kaoru’s waist as he checks out a couple of clothes on the rack.

While walking around, if Kaoru sees something he wants or likes, he would latch onto Kojiro’s hand to pull him along and then conveniently forget to let go.

You obviously would take pictures of this from the side or behind because if you take it from the front Kaoru would notice, pull away blushing and smack Kojiro’s arm which would result in another round of bickering (which is still entertaining XD).

(Kaoru secretly loves those pictures and would make you send all of it to him)

The only time they wouldn’t make you feel like you were third wheeling is when the three of you are eating a meal together.

Kojiro likes to sit opposite Kaoru when eating a meal so you would be sitting next either one of them.

This means they can constantly see you so they involve you in all of their conversations and tell you a lot of stories.

The only form of touching during that time is kicking each other under the table because one of them said something dumb (although Kaoru would NEVER admit that).

The only person who is “allowed” to third wheel with them is Miya because (i) he’s too busy on his phone or doing something else (ii) they’re actually going out as a family and Kaoru and Kojiro treat him like their son (although none of them would admit that either).

Keeping up with them skating is HARD. They’re always bickering and trying to beat each other that sometimes you have to slow down on purpose to save yourself. 

 Renga

(Pairing: Kyan Reki x Hasegawa Langa)

They don’t mind anyone third wheeling. 

You really don’t feel like it either……. If you ignore the fact that they are almost always holding hands.

But that’s really only because Reki has a lot to show and he wants Langa to keep up.

They never forget that you’re there though.

Reki likes to take Langa to a lot street shops, for shopping and eating because Langa doesn’t know about a lot of these places.

So during meal times (unlike with Matchablossom) they sit next to each other as Reki excitedly feeds Langa and waits for his reaction.

And since Langa eats a lot in general, Reki is either feeding Langa for a while giving you time to take a lot of pictures after you’re done eating or if Reki is done eating and isn’t feeding Langa, he rests his head on Langa’s shoulder as Langa’s eating to take a break from his hyper active state.

They sometimes ask you to take some good couple-y pictures of them (apart from the candid ones you have)

You don’t mind because they stand in a lot of cute and obviously chaotic poses.

The only other person who third wheels often apart from you is Higa ‘Shadow’ Hiromi because they ask him to drive them places. 

He complains of course, but he doesn’t mind as much as he says he does. He thinks they’re cute because he’s a big soft romantic on the inside.

Skating with them is always fun. The three of you constantly try and try to come up with new tricks. It involves a lot of laughing and playing around.

Reki and Langa don’t try couple tricks when you’re there. No, they do that alone. 

You only stumbled upon them doing that on accident. You doubled back assuming you left something, only to find them practicing and giggling softly.

You walked away without disturbing them (not bothering to look for your thing) and with a precious video of them in your pocket.

 BONUS

Hanging out with Chinen Miya

Hanging out with him means you definitely pick some good comebacks and a lot of tips on how to be salty.

The boy could probably write you a beginner’s handbook on all of this.

He doesn’t swear…. At least not too much.

He was raised that way and constantly being around elders or in the presence of the media, he quickly learned to control himself.

There were also Cherry and Joe who were quick to reprimand him when he did it in front of them once (parents amirite:|).

This means you get to teach him quite a few creative ways of swearing without actually saying the words.

Miya gets insecure sometimes despite acting like nothing people say about him affects him but it’s usually Reki that boosts his confidence.

You on the other hand either crack a lot of jokes with him or take him someplace to do an awesome prank with a foolproof plan.

Y’all have NEVER gotten caught.

Miya also loves some good gossip. He tells you a lot from his school and you tell him loads from your school/work.

If you two are in the same school then this exchange usually happens during lunch break.

Kicking Adam in the balls

Let’s just say that anyone and everyone who’s ever known him would be happy.

Except Tadashi of course. He would find it a bit funny because he knows Adam had it coming but he would feel bad immediately after.

You would kick him with the intention of aiming for his shin but you would be so blinded by anger that you accidently knee him in the balls.

Not that you regret it.

You hear a loud “FUUUUUUUCKKKKK” come from him as a keels over, one hand on his balls and the other on the floor.

Just as he looks up, Joe and Cherry stand in front of you protectively, Joe smirking and Cherry glaring after seeing the look in his eye.

Miya wouldn’t stop laughing, especially after seeing how Reki is cheering.

Langa would be looking at you, impressed, making a mental note not to mess with you.

Tadashi would just quietly help up Adam.

Once Adam gets up, off the ground and notices how everyone is protecting you, he laughs a bit creepily and says, “You’ll pay for that. I challenge you to a beef.”

You would laugh and call him an asshole or a son of a bitch and decline the challenge because you know better than to accept that crazy motherfucker’s challenge.

Joe would offer to do it instead of you but Adam would blatantly ignore him and walk away.

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I'm sorry it took so long lol but here it is!💞

I enjoyed writing this a lot and I hope y'all like it too! Enjoy 😚