#Frenemies: Thicker Than Blood

[irethilla]

FRENEMIES Liberation

[trillboshaggins]

Friends to lovers trope always comes through. Hate sex? Nah bro, you mean great sex

[oocontextmanga]

Dude ima start bawling, this ain’t fair

[day-dreamer-2018]

Baek Rigon ♡♡♡

Frenemies: Thicker Than Blood >> Pocket Comics

[impromptu-sketches]

can you recommend me some good yaois with an actual good story? perfect balance of humour, sex & plot. i don't like to read stories that only consist of fucking. thank you very much!

Great question!! Hopefully you find the perfect balance in some of these recs ~ I put a flower next to the ones I think you should check out first ❀

HUMOR, sex, & plot

Punch Drunk Love ❀

Semantic Error ❀

Mother's Spirit ❀

The World's Greatest First Love: The Case of Ritsu Onodera

Wolf in the House ❀

Happy Crappy Life

Don't Get Me Wrong, Boss!

Love in Orbit

humor, SEX, & plot

It's Just a Dream... Right?! ❀

You Get Me Going

Haunted by Desire

Taming the Tiger

Anemone Theater

Dawn of the Dragon

4 Week Lovers

On or Off ❀

Love so Pure

humor, sex, & PLOT

King's Maker: Triple Crown ❀

Frenemies: Thicker Than Blood ❀

Unintentional Love Story

Bongchon Bride

Fate Makes No Mistakes

Liveta

humor & plot / shounen-ai honorable mentions

Killer Crush ❀

Lost in the Cloud

Night Fragments

I Became the Lousy Side Top

Beauty and the Brawn

[soulc-hilde]

01. The Crown

Pairing: Josh Fatu / Jey Uso x Ezmeralda Bey / Aries

Synopsis: Devoted to her craft and her family, WWE Superstar Ezmeralda has a library of accolades accomplished on her own and by the side of her family like never before. As she leads the Women's Revolution to glory, romance seems to find her at the most unexpected moment... in the ring.

Warning(s): SFW, OC is a black woman, swearing, WWE-canon violence, Non-scripted fights, body shaming, body insecurities, WWE's consistant misogyny is blatant until later chapters, etc.

Cross-posted: Wattpad

"Howdy, howdy, the name's Ezmeralda Bey a.k.a Aries. I am 1/3 of the tag team, the Three Sins with my twin older brothers – Ezra and Ezekiel, also known as Hubris and Nemesis. My career, unlike the other women of the roster, consists of me breaking down and conflicting havoc amongst both the men and women divisions."

"I've won the Intercontinental title, the tag team titles, the U.S title, the Divas, and even the WWE Championship title. To some, they don't like it because it's either I'm trying too hard to replace Chyna – who was one of my trainers by the way – or it's supposedly impossible for me as a 5'2, nearly 210-pound woman to take down a man. I find it hilarious because well, that's all I did growing up was fighting. Regardless your size, your age, your gender – you piss me off, I'm coming for you. As a matter of fact, all my siblings are like this." 

A split screen appears. On the left was a montage of all the Divas from the past and the present while on the right was a montage of Ezmeralda and her appearance both on and off camera. It made note that the woman fancied a darker, tomboy image rather than dresses and heels.

Her cloud of dark brown curls was always either pulled into a puff, braided, or let loose and constantly switched between matching the theme of her outfit and staying natural. Her makeup appearance was dark consisting of black lip liner and clear gloss combo paired with a smoky eye and exaggerated eyeliner.

When it came to her physical appearance, she was thicker than others as her little pudge happily poked out and thrived. Despite the obvious thickness of skin that surrounded her, she carried a balanced amount of muscle that took the spotlight whenever she flexed or had to toss someone on their head.

Although, she wasn't the most model-esque woman on the roster, she was a living example of destruction and beauty intertwined. And she'd be damned and if someone would try to make her feel insecure.

"I am a member of one of the royal WWE families known as the Woods-Bey family. Our family of wrestlers consists of so many blood relatives and even those who aren't blood, but they were trained by my family and adopted some of our moves. My mother, who hails from this family, is known as Titan and the former frenemy of Chyna whereas my father is known as Lycon." 

"I'm not gonna lie, because of my abilities as well as being in a faction with my brothers, I do get a lot more screen time than the regular Divas. I never had to kiss ass for it to happen or anything, but it's just my family legacy. That's my story, you know? My brothers and I are one of the top faces of the company."

Just days until Wrestlemania and no matter where Ezmeralda was to go, chaos seems to follow as Superstars and Divas race from one location to another while roadies unload equipment for testing and designers correct any mistakes before things get out of order. 

For someone new to the scene, they'd feel lost and overwhelmed, but for the Bey triplets, this was a part of their childhood. Their stomping grounds. 

Meeting with their friends in the hotel's gym, the triplets set out to search for them. As they enter, Jon and Josh instantly meet their eyes and wave them inside. As they step closer to the Fatu twins, a wild pairing of Trinity and Ariane come around the corner. Paying the girls no mind, Ezmeralda takes her turn at greeting the boys. Her and Josh nestled in each other's arms. 

"I'm not the most social person in the world, I'm really big on protecting my peace whereas my brothers do all the talking and so forth. However, if I could count how many of my co-workers are my personal friends, it'd take just about four fingers – and that's not including my brothers."

"The Fatu twins and I go back to their FCW days where my brothers and I were their mentors. Jon is like the extra brother, I didn't need, whereas Josh is a bit complicated."

"How you doin' mama?" Josh asks as the two take a set of treadmills right beside each other. 

Ezmeralda shrugs, "not too bad. I'm a bit nervous for Wrestlemania, the boys and I have been going over our intro and outfits for days now." 

He raises his eyebrows with interest, "ooh, do tell me more." She giggles, shaking her head, "no, sir. It's a surprise, I can't be blowing the surprise out the water and all." 

"Since we headin' your family's way for it, you thinking about inviting them?" 

She clicks her tongue in thought, "I mean, I personally don't try and force them to come unless it's something really pivotal in like the storyline or a title match, but you know them – they hard headed as hell, can't tell them fools nothin'."

He kisses his teeth, gently smacking her on the arm. "Girl, you gone stop talkin' about my mama." 

She pauses, eyes widen in disbelief, "about your who now? Cause I ain't mention not a word about Mama T." 

He side eyes her, "you heard what I said. Mama Kala ain't hard headed nor is she a fool."

"She my mama, not yours." He scoffs, "man, not yet. Just you wait cause when I snatch you up and put a ring on it, she gone be my mama, too. Which makes me her spy." 

Ezmeralda stops the treadmill mid-walk, allowing herself to comically slide backwards. "Her spy!? Ah, gotta blast." 

She jumps off, running around the gym. Josh laughs, chasing her through the gym while Jon and her brothers watch with knowing smiles. 

"Since Josh and I became friends, him and his bad ass older brother have always called my parents Mama Kala and Papa E whereas my brothers and I have called their parents, Mama T and Papa Sol. However, for the past year or two when this tension between Josh and I developed, he's been adding on things like how he's gonna marry me this or I'm his lady and he's my man that or whatever." 

She tries to shrug off the obvious effect his affections had on her.

"I wouldn't mind allowing Mr. Fatu to take me on a lil' date and impress me; however, at the same time, I don't want that interfering with work. Like, I can and will be going head-to-head with him and his brother. Our characters have this rivalry going on where really, it's just this unforeseen chemistry we all have with each other. Besides, I'm not good at being vulnerable and letting myself be open – I've always been that way. Why you think I'm 31 and single?"

WrestleMania

"Y'all it's Wrestlemania and it's the Deadliest of 'em all, the Three Sins versus The Shield, let's go baby!" She screams, clapping her hands.

The triplets dress in green and black colored outfits. Ezekiel and Ezra wear their pair of wrestling pants designed with asymmetrical patterns and evergreen colored wrestling shoes. 

Ezmeralda wears a dual-colored glitter bralette with straps wrapping around her torso and a pair of matching two-toned shorts with fishnets and matching kneepads with evergreen custom sneakers. They walk for the Guerilla, prepared for their match against The Shield.

They stay behind the curtain as the first notes of 'Animal I've Become' by Three Days Grace plays as the pre-chorus hits, they walk out as their green pyro goes off as the crowd roars with excitement, self-made posters sailing through the stadium of over 70,000 fans. This was their moment and Ezmeralda's step closer to a Woman's Revolution, creating history like no other. 

The six-man tag match starts off with Ezmeralda and her friend and former protege, Joseph, as the two powerhouses go back and forth, tossing each other around. Minutes pass with a series of tags, pin breakups, and kickouts as all six bodies lay draped from the ring to the apron. 

The crowd went as far as doing a 'This is Awesome' chant as Ezmeralda and Joe kept exchanging spears and Samoan drops. After a while, it was time for the match to end as Jonathan pins Ezekiel while Ezmeralda and Ezra lay wasted ring-side.

"It's Wrestlemania, baby!" Ezmeralda cheers in the palms of her hands.

[domokunrainbowkinz]

back by unpopular demand: me, with my manhwa posting :)

titles discussed:

the pawn' revenge (18+)

sign (18+)

dawn of the dragon (18+)

cold blooded beast / in cold love (18+, idk why manta and lezhin translated it differently...sidenote I prefer the manta tl, it was more smoothly translated imo)

necromancer survival

red limit (18+)

frenemies: thicker than blood (18+)

dead man's switch (18+)

in the doghouse (18+)

4 week lovers (18+ on lezhin, 15+ on manta)

the pawn's revenge (18+) - i love you crime thrillers i love you damaged manipulative protagonists and i love you ride-or-die ML's who will do anything for love. it's a pretty gritty story about being sold off as a prostitute to the red light district, and what you would do to escape that situation, even if that means teaming up with a kidnapper/serial killer to claw your way to the top. ofc it does develop beyond that, and especially in s3 i am really interested to see how je-oh will go against hee-seo, as well as how he's gonna go about addressing the fact he genuinely loves and cares about seong-rok, despite his better judgment. idk man i just really love je-oh as a character, i want to study him under a microscope. i'm always biased towards manipulative characters who are a little fucked in the head <3 i really liked this one, but i would proceed with caution because there is non-con/dub-con in this one (not between the MC and ML except for 1 instance in s3).

sign (18+) - god this shit was so cute i wanted to explode. it's a pretty low-stakes, feel-good, fluffy read with some pretty good smut. it's about a guy who works part-time at a cafe owned by a deaf person, and their relationship is so OUGH..........god they're so cute, they are so down bad for each other and at the very end i thought to myself "damnb...maybe love IS real.......". i'm not deaf so i can't fully speak on how well the story represents deaf people, but just from an outsider's perspective it doesn't feel like the story treated him as an object of pity nor does it erase his disability, and he also has a lot of agency with regards to his decisions, so he's definintly not depicted as helpless. i do want to say that the plot does dry up a bit in s3 and it mainly focuses on the side couple (which unfortunately i wasn't super interested in), but other than that i HIGHLY recommend this if you're looking for a light read!! i have this bookmarked as a comfort read and it's also one of my faves for now <3

dawn of the dragon (18+) - i'm always a sucker for reincarnation stories and clingy ML's, so this one got me hook line and sinker. the dragon ML is so cute, i want to tuck him in and give him some hot choccy <3 the MC is also such a funny asshole, and his relationship with the ML is such a delight to read. one thing i do wanna say tho is they used the amnesia plot device twice???? once for the ML and another time for the MC, which made me go "ok......but why......???" like idk i don't think it was necessary to give the MC amnesia, it almost just felt like an excuse to go back to the chasing phase rather than have them in an established relationship. just my opinion though eheh 🤪

cold blooded beast / in cold love (18+) - not sure why manta and lezhin translated the title differently, but i will say right now that i think the manta tl is better. for some reason the lezhin tl localized a lot of terms (they changed "imugi" to "basilisk" and "yeoju" to "magic stone (????)") which confused me like just add a tl note, i PROMISE it's not gonna kill you to keep the original terms. it's another reincarnation story involving dragons and tragic pasts and amnesia, and the ML has 2 (two) dicks babey!!!!!!!!!!! i did finish the entire story through a fan tl, and overall it's a pretty standard supernatural romance, i honestly have no strong feelings about this one.

necromancer survival - i read this one a while back and totally forgot about it....anyways i have a BONE to pick with this one, i've seen so many people rave about it but i ended up not liking it and i'm so mad about that!!!!!!!! on the surface it seems like something i'd like, but the way it was executed just made me go "meh.....", and i think a lot of that stems from me just straight up not liking the MC (i know these types of MC's are supposed to elicit a "protect him uwu" instinct from readers but instead he made me go "grow a spine!!!! fight back!!! FIGHT BACK!!!!!!!!!" anyways he made me want to tear my hair out) and the only reason i even finished all the available chapters is because of the ML and his undead squad. a lot of people did say the novel is better and more explicit with the horror and romance, but as of right now i don't think i will read the novel, since again, most of my dislike stems from the way the MC was written. also i felt like the romance just came outta nowhere, like the ML treats the MC like shit and then suddenly develops feelings out of nowhere 🥴

red limit (18+) - i ALSO have a bone to pick with this one, like it could've been so good but then the author had to throw in some UNNECESSARY BULLSHIT in the last 5 chapters that soured the entire ending and side stories for me i was so mad!!!!!!!! like you didn't have to do allat 😭 everything before that was just so beautifully depicted and written, with the way they slowly show the relationship deepening, the way the level of intimacy increases with each interaction, the insecurity, the careful breaking down of walls AUGH....but then for SOME REASON they threw in some half-assed, forced misunderstanding at the end that made me go "HELLO???? WHY???????" i'm so bitter >:( going back to positives though, the art in this is so unique. the use of a grayscale palette with splashes of red is so striking, and i LOVED the use of full colour in certain panels to signify where the MC is at emotionally. i do think this is still a good read, but you'll just have to ignore the Bullshit at the end.

frenemies: thicker than blood (18+) - OUUUGH this one slapped!!!!!!!!! a childhood rivals-to-lovers murim story that i absolutely blasted through, the MC and ML's relationship is so ouuuuuuuuughhhh like they are each others' ride or die. i thought the plot was also quite interesting as well, since we get to see the power struggle within the murim society, and at its core, the entire plot is really a revenge story. i really liked this one as a wuxia danmei enjoyer, so i think other danmei fans would enjoy this one as well!!! i have this bookmarked as a comfort read, and it's also one of my faves now <3

dead man's switch (18+) - a zombie apocalypse BL manhwa!!!!! it's about a university campus overrun with zombies, and the MC and ML are trying to survive and escape to get help. at first glance the ML is a total psycho and seems to be abnormally obsessed with the MC, but at the end of S1 you find out why, though there are hints dropped throughout the first season that make you guess (unfortunately i was spoiled by a summary i saw online 😔 but it didn't take away from the enjoyment). i think fans of zombie media would like this one, it does play out a lot like a zombie movie (humans dividing into groups, hoarding food, survival of the fittest etc), so it feels pretty familiar.

in the doghouse (18+) - i'm gonna be real i'm just reading this to see how freaky the FL and ML are gonna get. the ML is a total masochistic sub looking for his sadist dom, and i am excited to see the FL finally become the femdom of his dreams. besides that though, i do love how the FL is written, the struggles she goes through with her parasitic family really make her feel disempowered and you can FEEL her frustration through the panels. anyways i'm rooting for you courtney become the femdom of richard's dreams babygirl <3

4 week lovers (18+) - i'm actually baffled there's a 15+ version that omits the sex scenes bc babey that's like 90% of the story. gonna be real here and say i don't know if the 15+ version is worth reading, because I think the sex scenes are probably the best part about this manhwa lol. i do like the relationship and they do have a lot of cute moments, but there's not really a plot besides in the first season where they get together at the end, after that it's just them developing their relationship and having nasty borderline-kinky sex. that's not to say there's no depth to the characters though, the MC's backstory is very sad and explains a lot about his behaviour, and his issues don't magically disappear once he and the ML enter a relationship. i'm still continuing with this one though because i do want to see how far they go with regards to the MC and ML's obsession with each other, and also i want to see how freaky they will get :)

[dogwatch05]

Blood is thicker than water.

This is a popular saying on earth. It has been around longer than anyone can remember. A mother says it to her child when they have their first heart break. A father says it to his child who chose their friends over their family. There are a million different ways to use that saying, but like most sayings, there is more to it.

When in Rome.

When in Rome do as the Roman’s do.

Curiosity killed the cat

Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back.

An eye for an eye.

An eye for an eye only makes the whole world blind.

Blood is thicker than water.

The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.

So what does this mean?

The blood of the covenant. The blood of the covenant is the power of friendship. The power of a found family. The ‘I chose you to be my sister/brother.’ The ‘you are the aunt of my child even when their biological aunt isn’t.’ And inexplicably, this family is sometimes stronger than the ties of blood.

The water of the womb. The family you were born into. The family that may not have wanted you. The family that loves you so much they annoy the hell out of you. The family you cannot choose. The family that becomes the blood of the covenant because you both make the effort to love each other.

So what does this mean?

The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.

It means the family you choose, your friends, your significant other, your frenemies, the family that will stick with you through even the worst moments of your life, doesn’t have to be biological. It can be biological, it can include every member of your biological family, but when it doesn’t, when it’s your friends from elementary and high school, those friends are better than the water of the womb.

-[Redacted] on human pack bonding.

[irethilla]

FRENEMIES ♡

[seokiloquy]

Opposition - Hoshiumi Kourai

Au: Regular (timeskip)

Requested

Tags/Warnings: GN!Reader (But male teams), Alcohol consumption, Frenemies to lovers

Word Count: 3.6k+

“I don’t see why you wear those white jerseys. They don’t hide a thing by the end of the game.” You stared at the shadowed lines on the man’s torso, staring through the nearly transparent fabric as it clung to his skin from all the sweat.

“It works as a suitable distraction don’t you think? Like the view? Good luck trying to throw me off my game. It’s not working.” 

When your eyes shot up, you were met with a sly grin and knowing eyes.

You glared at the man’s white hair as he walked back into position. It bounced slightly as if trying to get its ends to float off of his head and out of its pressed down style. Even with a thin layer of sweat making it flat, a few sections of hair managed to separate from the rest, and float naturally.

The day Hoshiumi cut his hair back down to a short close cut was only a day after the team's physical examinations back in third-year. After years of growing it out, at the news that he had finally gotten a bit taller, he chopped it back down to his childhood crop. It was a weird change to suddenly be presented with. Having known Hoshiumi since elementary school, before he first started to style his hair in an upward plumage, most of your more nostalgic memories about the boy had been with his short hair. But after living a number of your more notable years with his hair pointing upward, those old nostalgic memories had become warped to reflect the surrounding reality.

It felt like a hand had constricted around your lungs when you walked into the gym the next day to see Hoshiumi flying in the air with shorter hair that floated along the shape of his head rather than sticking high in the air. He had started standing with more natural confidence than the loud performance he had been putting on for years, looking people in the eyes with a straight posture and protruding chest, and staring opponents down with a confident unbothered smile. 

He smirked at you from the other side of the net.

You hated it. His worthier-than-thou attitude, his gaze that was somehow able to stare down at you without his height being a factor, his ability for constant improvement. You despised it all, envied it.

It was when Hinata joined the team, that you finally had someone to build your skills against to target Hoshiumi directly. Your interaction prior to him joining the team was limited to when you managed to interact and play against him at nationals, but now that he had made it onto the roster for the Black Jackals, you weren’t going to lose the opportunity to use him against your old pal.

“Hoshi!” The game had finished a while ago with the Black Jackals taking the win this time around. After team meetings and waiting for all the fans to pile out of the stadium, you had free rein of the grounds. Hinata has trapped under your arm, as you waltzed him in the direction of your white-clothed opponents. “Look at this guy! Ninja Shoyo! He'll steal your title as the Little Giant if you’re not careful!”

The man puffed up, shoulders rolling back. He smiled, wide eyes squinting into crescents as they flicked up and down your form, not glancing at Hinata. “Good luck with that.”

He set you aflame, making your blood boil muscle clench. He waltzed off, leaving you seething with claws gripping into the muscle of your teammate's shoulder. “That asshole.” 

“Um, are you okay?” Hinata turned his head to you, red hair swaying with the movement.

Loosening your grip, you returned to a casual hold and guided Hinata back toward the rest of your team. “I’m fine, just can’t seem to rile him up anymore. Let's get back to the rest.”

The hallways were silent, the distant chatters of your team paired with the opposing patterns of your footsteps made the quiet seem thicker. As you grew closer, Hinata filled the air with a stunning question.

“Are you going to be able to handle the end of season party?”

You stopped, arm falling from Hinata’s shoulders as he took a few steps forward without you until he noticed your absinthe at his side.

“Oh, I forgot about that. What day is it on?”

“Next Saturday.”

You hissed. Traditionally, due to good relations (despite the prominent rivalries), teams that were in close proximity would often celebrate the end of the game season together as a way to save on the venue cost. You never attended the parties for long, perhaps stopping by in the same black suit to say a thank you and congratulations to everyone you knew and grabbing a couple of free drinks before running home to spend time with your cats. Cats and suits were a great visual combo, even if you ended up covered in fur by the end of the night.

But this year your feline friend had plans.

“I have to bring my cats to the vet that day. Ugh.”

“You could not go. That way you can avoid Hoshiumi too and stay with your cat.”

You bristled. “It’s fine. I can go. It’s an obligation anyway, the more people that attend and consume stuff, the cheaper it is. I’ll just hop out early like I normally do.”

“Wouldn’t that not be committing to making it cheaper?”

You blinked at Hinata, biting the inside of your cheek. “I drink a lot to compensate.”

“Gamigami, I present to you my Pogostick and Tailgate.” 

Hirugami stared at you with something akin to disgust and disbelief. He scoffed, and ran a hand through his wavy brown hair. “Cats owners I swear.” Walking to a side cabinet, he called for one of his co-workers to come take your cats as he pulled out a lint roller.

A woman with short black hair rushed behind the counter to fill in papers, clicking a pen as she turned your way.

Hirugami, ever the helpful friend, began using the sticky roller on the back of your suit while you placed the cats back into their large grate. Immediately they began to cuddle into each other's fur, uncaring for the new location they were in. Pogostick blinked his blue eyes at you before closing them.

The woman called from the counter, “Which is which?”

“The white one in Pogostick, and the black and gold tortoiseshell is Tailgate. As always, I suggest they crate together or else they’ll get a bit hissy.”

Hirugami got up from rolling the back of your to lift your now empty arms and remove the massive amount of fur that stuck to the sleeves. “Where are you going all dressed up like this?”

“Work party.” He nodded knowingly. “Speaking of, could you bring them back to my place when work’s done? I’ll be out after your shift ends and be a bit tipsy so driving is a no. I’ll buy you dinner and you can play my video games or watch tv.”

“Sure, you’ll just have to sign a release form.”

The woman brought over the papers for both cats, plus the release form for you to sign as Hirugamu continued to meticulously pull the few hairs off your suit.

“Do you want me to pick you up too?” he stepped back, taking hold of the big crate that your cats rested in.

You hummed in thought having to your sleeping pets as he walked off with them. “Hmm maybe. I’ll call you if I need to, okay?”

“Alright. Have fun. Don’t let Hoshiumi rile you up.”

“He does not!”

“Sure he doesn’t!” Hirugami disappeared behind one of the doors.

Despite knowing the faces of your teammates, seeing them outside of their regular training gear or jerseys made it a bit difficult to recognise them immediately. That plus the added number of black suits being worn and dimmer lights made it a bit harder to differentiate them from strangers. You found yourself about to socialize with older members of the Adlers team on more than one occasion, before safely turning yourself around to search for a recognizable head of red hair.

Although, even with your ability to stop yourself before a catastrophe of embarrassment fell upon you in a tsunami of laughter, with a drunken gaze some of the teammates between the Black Jackals and Adlers began looking very similar.

Oliver Barnes, eight years your senior with a fun accent that you loved to point out and listen to, had short brown hair and was the tallest man you had ever met in person. He sat next to Meian Shugo, who had his hair slicked back in its iconic style. You smiled at the sight of their backs, waltzing over while dipping back the last bits of your glass and setting it aside on another table.

“Hey, you two!” You threw your arms over your teammates, resting your cheek on Meian’s shoulder with a cheeky grin and happily shut eyes.

There was a recognisable squawk at the other side of the table paired with a first slamming onto the cloth-covered wood surface, making the empty glasses shake in front of him.

You opened your eyes to glare at the white-haired man as he continued to choke out broken laughter. The bodies under your arms shifted, and you lifted your cheek to come face to face with a very much not Meian.

Hinata talked about this man often enough for you to remember his name. A Brazilian national team outside hitter with world-class prestige, and excellently slicked-back hair. His son was chuckling one seat over. Nicollas Romero. 

You blinked and looked over to the man under your other arm. Heiwajima Toshirou. Looking at his hair you could understand why you mistook them both for your teammates. But this man was Adlers’ libero, who was a whole foot shorter than your giant of a teammate.

It was like your arms had been set on fire with how fast you pulled away from the two men. Rapid apologies tumbled out of you like gunfire. But even that couldn’t take over the volume of Hoshiumi’s laughs on the other side of the table.

You growled. “YAH! Kou! You should’ve warned me!”

He continued to cackle, holding onto another one of his teammate’s shoulders while trying to stand to his feet. “I didn’t even see you coming! I wouldn’t have been able to stop you in time! Not that I would have!” He cried, walking around his chair.

Your chest rumbled, and you stomped your way around to the other side of the table and gripped Hoshiumi by the lapels of his suit. He choked as you pulled him toward an isolated corridor. The remaining Adlers at the table should hear his distant squawks until they dissipated around the corner of the event room’s exit.

Romero turned to Heiwajima. “They know each other?”

“From what Hoshiumi said; since they were kids.”

Hoshiumi’s back hit the wall with a thud, making him wheeze for air between bursts of laughter.

“Stop that,” you hissed, voice low. The champagne you had downed earlier was creeping up on you, piggybacking along with the other glasses you had taken advantage of earlier. Maybe you had lost count a bit too early. You blinked through your fuzzy vision, staring at the upward curve of the tip of his nose, then down to the gentle points of his cupid's bow. Your elbow hit the wall.

“I don’t even know what you’re referring to.” He sighed, eyes shut and sagging against your arms with a pushed bottom lip.

It was soft like a plush pillow inviting you to sink into it. It felt so warm.

There was a delicate hum.

You lurched back, hand slapping over your mouth to stifle the gasp that tore through you. 

Now a hallway apart, you watched as Hoshiumi’s expression shifted from a drunken pleasure to wide-eyed confusion, staring at you.

“I’m so sorry. I drank way too much.”

Laughter bubbled out of him, falling out and rolling onto the polished stone floor like smoke. Clenching his jacket he helped himself in an upright position, head falling back against the wall.

“Ya, I must be irresistible huh?”

Your stomach churned. “What?”

“The little black jackal doesn’t look so scary now. Tell me, is it by abs you like the most? I know you stare during games. Come on.” He pushed off the wall, wearing a memorable condescending smirk. The same that he’s flashed you during games. You pressed yourself back into the wall.

He leaned forward, watching you squirm under his crescent gaze. “Hmm, you really like me. That must be hard to hide, good luck with that.”

The words, a familiar taunt he threw in your face at nearly any confrontation, made your chest burn. Before he could push through the last bit of space that separated you, you shoved him by the shoulders, making the unprepared man stumble backwards in a haze.

Muttering through your hand, your feet carried you toward the exit as if floating on a layer of hair. “What the hell was that?” You slapped your hips, patting around for your phone that hid in the pockets. Looking at the screen, you could tell your vision was still a bit fuzzy. Still, you could use it, immediately dialling up a familiar number.

“Hirugami, come pick me up, I’m running!”

The volume on your phone was way too loud, making Hirugami’s voice sound shrill and painful. “Running? From what?”

You flew down the steps of the building, running to the sidewalk, not caring for any scuffs that would appear on your polished shoes.

“Hoshiuimi!”

As if summoned, you heard the white-haired man call your name into the streets. You ducked around the corner of the building.

Hirugami’s voice crackled through the phone, “It's hardly even eight, what happened?”

“For now,” you whispered, hand wrapping around the mic, “Let's say I drank a bit more than normal. I’ll order some Shumai so that you can stuff your face while I’ll tell you. Just hurry up!”

“Fine, fine! I’m just loading your furballs into my car now. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Looking back around the corner, you watched the last few fluffs of white hair past through the door. A sigh eased through your chest, making the muscles of your shoulders sag.

“I’ll be waiting.”

“So, what happened?”

“Do you want the long version or the short one?”

As Hirugami savoured the taste of the dumplings on his tongue, you watched Poggostick happily nuzzle into Tailgate’s chest, which prompted the black and gold cat to start a short wrestling match. They quickly ended up huddled together in the house pocket of their cat tree, purring. Beside them, the tv was playing at a low volume, filling the silence between your and Hirugami’s speaking while you ate on the couch

“Short first, then long.”

“I kissed Hoshiumi.” You groaned, taking a bite out of the noodles in your bowl.

Hiugami choked, pounding a fist into his chest while trying to swallow properly. “You what?”

“I know!” setting your bowl down on the table in front of you, you groaned into your hands and hunched over your knees. “I drank too much and ended up at an Adlers table because I mistook two of them for my own teammates, and Hoshiumi wouldn’t stop laughing at me to I pulled him into the hallway, and I guess the alcohol was really getting to me by that point but before I knew it I kissed him then he started getting into his whole cocky asshole thing and then ran away.” You gasped in some air.

“Okay, okay breath. It’s not too bad.”

“That idiot knows I like him now!”

“To be fair, he didn’t not know before. You are pretty obvious, and a terrible flirt. Even sports news channels know it.”

Lifting your head, giving him horrified eyes. 

“You even adopted cats based on the two of you, and look at them,”

From their spot in their elaborate fuzzy tree, the two cats let out two big yawns. You melted at the sight, enjoying it while waiting for Hirugami to finish off his last dumpling and continue speaking.

“Those furballs are always all over each other. You even named the white one Pogostick!”

“Don’t call me out on my naming incapabilities!”

“You named him after Hoshi. You can not convince me otherwise.”

You pouted, letting out a slow breath of air and sinking into your seat. “If only Hoshi acted half as good as Pogostick.”

“You’re not even gonna try and deny it.”

“Well, there’s no point now!”

Hirugami set down his plate, cracking his neck with a sideways tilt before joining you in lounging again.

“So, what do you plan on doing?”

Pogostick groomed Tailgate, tongue brushing through the white fur on the feline’s head.

“I’ll figure it out.”

It was hard to say if Hirugami agreed with your version of ‘figuring it out’ but based on his exasperated sigh on the other end of the phone, he wasn’t thrilled. 

With the volleyball season being over for the year, avoiding Hoshiumi was made incredibly easy. You stayed at home or went to training, flip-flopping between the two locations, while ignoring any notifications that appeared on your phone with ‘Hoshiumi Kourai’ in the contact.

It was fine, totally fine. Not like there was a ripping feeling in your chest every time you heard a notification. You cursed the ache, annoyed at it for betraying you.

The cocky asshole was likely just trying to brag some more, use his newfound knowledge as a way to manipulate you outside on the court. You huffed, straightening your back. No way, you wouldn’t let him take advantage of it. That bastard wouldn’t get the last laugh this time.

There was a knock at your door. Your back creaked like floorboards in an old house and you lowly twisted around.

You forgot that he knew where you lived.

A curse escapes you before you can stop it.

“I heard that. Come on, let me in already!”

Your nails were digging into the palms of your hands as you walked to the door. The steps to get there felt endless as if racing you through minutes. It felt like forever had passed in second when your fingers finally tightened around the metal handle of the front door and tucked it open.

Hoshiumi unceremoniously stepped into your home, fists resting proudly on his hips as he observed the main room, floor to ceiling, and kicked off his shoes. “Nice place you’ve got here.”

He’s visited before.

At the sound of his voice, Tailgate leapt from the cat tree, ran across the length of the couch, soared through the air to land expertly on the corner of your kitchen counter, before pouncing on the feathered man and purring into his shoulder. The traitor let out a happy meow once pet by the spiker’s calloused hands.

Pogostick walked by Hoshiumi’s ankles, brushing by him before leaping onto your shoulder. Carrying the feline, you walked toward the couch.

“So,” you dragged, facing the window, “what are you doing here?”

“Why wouldn’t I be here? I need to spend time with my lover, don’t I?”

You choked, startling the cats and making them run off in the direction of the bathroom. 

With his hand now free, Hoshiumi’s hand patted your back to guide you through the coughs. The warmth of his palm sent tingles up to the back of your neck. He walked around, sitting down onto the couch before you and pushing you down by the shoulder to join him.

He smirked. “Wow. I’d say not to fall for me too hard, but if you choke anymore I’m really gonna have to catch you.”

You glared, swallowing down the last few coughs before they could rip your throat any longer. “Asshole.”

“You love me,” he sang, nose scrunching. “Come on, are you gonna kiss me again?”

“If you keep annoying me, you’ll be kissing my fist.”

“Oh don’t be like that. Come on, give me a kiss!” He puckered his lips, leaning forward.

You shoved him back, palm in his face, before getting off the couch. Thrown against the armrest, Hoshiumi grunted, owlish eyes blinked as he tried to spot you in the room.

“Oh, don’t be like that. I’m only teasing!”

You poured water into a glass, quickly chugging it down. “I don’t appreciate it. You get on my nerves enough as it is. I don’t need my feelings to be treated like a joke by you.”

He rolled off the couch and onto his feet. When you glance over your shoulder, he was approaching with his hands thrown into the air. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop. No more teasing. Even if you make cute expressions.”

“Hoshi,” you warned, filling your cup again.

“Right, right. I’ll slow it down. But I can't help finding you cute, okay?”

You grumbled into the class.

“What was that?”

“Dumb bird.”

He grinned, taking the opposing banter as an opportunity. While your nose was still buried into your glass, he dug his chin into your shoulder, forcing his arms around you so you couldn’t shove him away.

“You love me.”

“Shut up.”

“You didn’t deny it.”

“I’m so going to block every single one of your spikes next season.”

“Good luck with that.”

Was this badly done? Yea, I could definitely work more on the whole gushy feelings department of writing.

By the time this gets posted, I will be having my birthday the next day as well as likely starting in person classes for Uni again, and then Kiwi’s birthday will be a few days later. AH, gonna be a messssyyyyyy week. I don’t want to turn 20. Makes me want to be back in middle school. Haikyuu fanfiction 7 years running….. AHHH -Bacon

It was great!!! The gushy-ness of the feelings takes a bit to get used too lskdjfsa I’ve been doing it since 7th grade Percy Jackson fanfic :P I don’t get to go back in person until mid February. I agree, it’s daunting….. 7 years? It’s been a while - Kiwi

Posted: 30/01/2022

[unpeufou]

[Hkmi] 악우 ; 恶友; Bad Friend; Malicious Friendship; Frenemies: Thicker Than Blood

[oocontextmanga]

How about a wife? Just curious… 👀

[toonqueen]

Duckvember 2020

PART 1 OF 2

Part 2 is Here

Frenemy AND Paramour

This is my Negaverse Gladstone (Grimstone) and Nega Magica in my 87/Comics headcanon. SHELDRAKE is @cataradical 's and he’s a cool jerk. Wheee.

THERE IS CUSSING and dirty things said. It’s the Negaverse that's just what goes down there. PG-13ish?!

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Sheldrake was glad to have a very easy mission this time. It was planned to be the typical “act natural at a party, steal a thing, and then slip out” kind of job. And it was a solo mission; no coworkers to be annoyed with him (and vice versa). To top it off, he was actually invited to this shindig. Well, his paladin sect received the invite, but that meant he didn’t have to sneak in. With everything added up, it was practically a vacation!

What Shel expected to be a boring hunters’ gala was anything but. The leaders of different groups were trying to appeal to a modern, younger crowd. Instead of a stuffy meeting with the typical job fair flair, it was a real, honest to God party. A full bar! And dancers in cages! Sheldrake couldn't help but chuckle at how hard old fogey hunters were trying to get new blood. Crimey.

The paladin went to the bar and ordered a drink. He sat on a stool facing the crowd, keeping an eye out for his target. 

"Well, hello there," a sultry voice greeted him. A tall redheaded duck leaned up against the bar beside him. She motioned to the bartender to get his attention. "I'll have what he's having."

Sheldrake wasn't caught off guard by the attractive duck's flirting. Despite his cursed energy that often drove others away or made them immediately dislike him, people that were intentionally and professionally deceptive could overcome it in an attempt to get something they wanted. Lord, it was a test, though.

The lady’s tight red dress and orange wavy locks were clearly up to no good. She was a literal red herring if Shel ever saw one. However, he played it cool.

"First hunter's gala?" He sipped his drink and gave the mystery woman a smile.

"Oh, I've been to a few--none quite like this though. Luckily I dressed for the occasion," she paused like she was turning a knob to up the seduction. She moved around, but kept looking back at Shel. "It would be even more exciting if I had one of those VIP passes I've heard others whisper so much about."

Sheldrake smirked. He knew this overtly sexy duck was trying to weasel her way to being a plus one on a special invite. However, he was curious as to why. "Yeah, it would be great to have one of those. But what is it even for? To join an exclusive party with more go-go dancers in cages?"

The redhead let out a giggle. A high pitched one, as if Sheldrake were just the funniest, most charming guy in the room. "I heard it was for a special auction. A bunch of rare items retrieved and uncovered by different hunters,” she replied. “My, I couldn't afford any of them, but I would love to look. Be some nice arm candy for a kind gentleman."

Sheldrake just chuckled before taking a sip of his drink. The lady hadn't touched hers yet. She watched him, slowly drawing her finger around the rim of the glass with a bewitching glow in her eyes.

Finally, Sheldrake said bluntly, "I'd give your performance a 9 out of 10. It might work on those first year hunters over there.” He waved vaguely to a group of younger bachelor-types chatting and laughing on the dance floor. “However, not quite buyin’ what you’re sellin’.”

The redhead shot them a quick look before turning back to Shel. "But they're not my type," she pouted. She leaned in a bit toward the paladin, and placed her hand over his on the bar. "I’d rather have someone more seasoned who can answer any questions I may have about the artifacts."

"Oh, I see, I see; switching gears, okay, okay. Stroke my ego first, then go for my intellect? If sex doesn't sell, then try brains? Gettin’ any warmer?" Sheldrake downed the rest of his drink in one gulp. "Well, this has been very amusing, and I wish you all the luck. Unfortunately, my VIP pass is just for me and doesn't allow a buddy. Boo dang hoo. Maybe try one of those light paladins in the white capes over to the left. They're way more sociable and have to travel in pairs." He gave another general hand wave… everywhere.

The redhead narrowed her dusky eyes. It was the first time she had shown any annoyance with Shel--ah, there it was, back to normal. The paladin slid off his stool, but before he could stand, the lady pressed her entire body flush against his side, beak in his head feathers..

Sheldrake expected a final desperate plea. Something to the effect of “I really need to see this event for my research,” or “please help me, I lost my own pass and my sect will be furious.”

Instead he got a low, unexpected voice. A familiar one that could be likened to Antonio Birderas' role in “Debate with a Vampire”, except if he were a white peking duck raised in suburbia with a twinge of a farmboy accent.

"Shel, I need to get into that auction to obtain a crucial item," Grimstone's voice whispered clearly out of this petite, curvy redheaded lady’s bill, "you have to give me your pass."

The paladin did not outwardly act surprised. He had 100% picked up the fact this woman was hiding something--more than the obvious. He did not expect, however, that Grimestone would be involved.

Shel hummed shortly. With a coy smile, he slid a hand around the redhead’s waist, whispered, "I didn't know you were so proficient in glamour spells."

"I'm not," Grimstone said, his voice reverting back to that soft, playful feminine tone, "my wife is one of the gentlemen servers."

"Oh, how cute," Sheldrake teased, pulling away from the duck.

"She doesn't like to be… flashy," Grimstone explained, a little defensive, looking over his luscious figure and tight-fitting dress.

"I get it, I get it. Taking one for the team, hm?" the paladin smirked as he sized Grimstone’s disguise up, "give my compliments to the caster, though.” He blew a kiss from his fingertips, as if praising a delicious gourmet meal. “Great job. Succulent, divine, mouthwateringly juicy."

Grimstone scowled, crossing his arms. "Sheldrake, the pass."

"Sorry. I have business here, too," the paladin disagreed, "why don't you try those frat boys I recommended earlier?”

"I’ve already tried. You were my last resort. Trust me, this is for the greater good," Grimstone explained.

Sheldrake put his hand to his chin, pretending he was thinking deeply. Grimstone and him had an interesting work relationship; they’d helped each other on several occasions in the past, but also had been on opposite sides a few times, too. Finally, after much consideration, he said casually, "Yeah, no. I'm sure you'll find another way."

Grimstone’s tiny manicured fingers curled into tight fists. "Is there somewhere private we could discuss this more openly?" he pressed.

"Man, this is a borderline orgy sex party. I'm sure there’s a room we can get for a half an hour," Sheldrake replied, then gave an obnoxious wink. 

Grim rolled his eyes. “I don’t have time for this. People have been dipping out to the stairwell to smoke. We’ll talk there,” the disguised warlock suggested.

“Sure. Sure. I take it your high school prom wasn’t that exciting,” Sheldrake taunted. 

Grim sighed and nodded to a waiter nearby before taking Sheldrake’s arm in his. “Let’s walk, then. Hopefully no one’s there at the moment,” he said. Despite the voice coming from the redhead being so playful and demure, Sheldrake could tell Grimstone was using his “I'm taking charge of this operation” tone. 

Sheldrake would normally roll his eyes when Grim spoke to him so seriously, as if he were one of his many wild rugrats. However, he played along, swaying off side by side with this very attractive lady.

Once outside on the desolate stairwell, Grimstone exhaled heavily. "There is a magical person of interest I’m here to free, and it's of the utmost importance that I do.” He spoke in an unusual voice; neither his normal voice, or his disguise’s. Rather, a unique combination; feminine, but more husky. Kinda cute, actually.

"And you don't think what I'm doing here isn’t important, too?" Sheldrake replied, loosely crossing his arms.

"I really *do not* have time for this Shel. I’m handling a case where a school of children were transformed into inanimate objects, and I need to free this woman known as the Brunswick witch who specializes in these curses and can break it,," Grimstone explained. He glanced cautiously at the stairwell window.

"And I have an out of place artifact from a different universe I need to win--or steal, if I have to. I can't give you my pass," Sheldrake insisted. He was going to add a flirty comment, but quickly saw the short nod Grimstone gave in the window’s direction before looking back at him again. 

Sheldrake sighed. "You're really going to fight me in a building full of hunters?” He leaned close, booping his beak against Grimstone’s. “*Really*, my guy?”

"I need the pass, Shel. You leave me no choice," Grimstone lamented, rolling his hands up his arms as if drawing back sleeves. Sheldrake expected a punch, but was instead tackled around the waist like a damn linebacker instead. 

Sheldrake would’ve had the wind knocked out of him if he hit the ground like Grim intended. Instead, he wiggled his shoulder and pulled an arm free, grabbing his attacker. With expert ease, Sheldrake pinned Grim down on his back with one knee in a partial straddle. 

Brushing loose bangs from his eyes, he looked down to see if Grim had slipped out of his glamour in the brief scuffle. Rather, Grimstone’s disguise was shifting, brows becoming thicker, body filling out, patches of feathers turning black.

Grimstone was trying to copy and transform into Sheldrake. 

“Aw,” Sheldrake chortled at the struggling duck, “well, they do say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”

Grimstone gave a distinctively annoyed “ugh” before ripping an arm free and grabbing Shel by the throat; however, he didn’t squeeze or attempt to choke him. "And I do often tell you to go fuck yourself."

"That… trying to be a badass line doesn't quite work in your position, buddy," Sheldrake added as he fought to keep Grimstone's hand down.

"I just have to,” Grimstone's voice dipped back down to his own before changing into one eerily similar to Sheldrake’s, "keep you talking."

"Hol-lee shit. Well, the glamour spell might’ve been the missus, but you're totally doing that all on your own. How quaint! I can't believe you've been holding out on me. I thought you told me *all* the tricks you could do," Sheldrake replied. Grimstone went to grab something, anything from Sheldrake’s pocket. “Oh, no, you don't! Don't get handsy with me."

"You didn’t have a problem with it before," Grimstone snarked at the comment. He continued flailing and clawing until Sheldrake eased back to elbow him in the beak. Just enough leverage for the warlock to free his second hand, grip Shel’s shoulder tight.

Grimstone snarled, twisting one of his leg's around Shel's until they switched positions, the paladin now pinned beneath the demonic duck.

"How is it that we're both expertly trained in hand to hand combat, but whenever we fight, it’s like we’re stupid little kids slapping each other on the playground during recess?" Grimstone grunted. He continued searching desperately for some personal item on Sheldrake while also trying to hold the speckled duck down. Shel managed to punch him in the jaw before Grim hooked his arm around Sheldrake's to pin it back above the paladin’s head.

"I just assume,” Sheldrake grunted, arm freed and throttling Grim, "I assume we don't really want to kill each other, so we do all this bullshit ass grabbing--"

The stairwell door abruptly and loudly opened. Both ducks stopped fighting, looking up with eyes comically bugging from their shocked faces.

A paladin recruit in their early twenties stared back at them, blinking. “Um…” he gaped.

Two almost identical dudes, possibly, maybe twins, with one wearing a sexy dress, wrestling on the stairwell. 

“Look,” the recruit grumbled, raising a hand, "I'm not judging whatever fetish is going on here, but please do it somewhere more, uh, private? Some of us need to vape.” With a grumble, he left, shutting the door behind him.

"Well, shit," Sheldrake snorted. Grimstone sighed. The two relaxed and unwound, sitting side by side.

"We need to solve this. Now," Grimstone said firmly. Sheldrake watched as he stood, offering his hand to help the paladin up. "I don’t want to fight you, but I need to save those children."

Shel blinked then finally conceded with a big, exaggerated sigh. "Okay, okay.” He took Grim’s hand. “... Actually... I think I have an idea."

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The third floor of the hotel was unsettlingly quiet. There was a low murmur of voices coming from the auction room, barely audible outside the door.

"Grim! Grim!" the blonde duck whispered harshly as she walked up to Sheldrake. The male server uniform Magica wore was baggy when she was out of glamour. She fixed the bun in her hair as she said, "You have to be careful. I overheard a few disturbing things about the auction… I'm worried some of the items could hurt you. Maybe… maybe I should go instead."

"It's fine, it's fine. I know what I'm doing. Besides, I'm the only one who could get his voice right,” Sheldrake--Grimstone--replied. He smirked, a slight leer on his beak. “But how about a kiss for good luck anyway?"

Magica glanced around the hallway; with the coast clear, she leaned in to peck the corner of Grimstone’s beak. "Please, please, please do be careful," she pleaded.

Magica turned to leave, then stopped; turned back around quickly. She took Grimstone’s face in her hands and pulled him into a deep kiss. He could feel her tongue shyly stroke his for a second, hands affectionately squeezing his cheeks, caressing the corners of his beak. 

The light witch broke the kiss when she heard a noise from down the hall. Luckily, they were still alone.

"I'm getting this foreboding feeling off you, Grim,” Magica said dubiously, “you sure you're full up on luck?" She let his face go and stepped back, slipping into the form of a masculine Borzoi waiter. 

The “paladin” restrained an amused grin. "Really, I'm fine,” he reassured. “You do your job, and I'll do mine.” He winked, then entered the ballroom.

Magica took the stairwell at the end of the hall to the lobby downstairs, only to be greeted by Grimstone a second later. She looked up, eyes wide; it was Grimstone’s voice, undeniably, but he was still disguised as Sheldrake.

"Love, there’s been a change in plans," Grim stated.

With a blink and *poof*, Magica changed back to her normal form. "Who... what...? I thought I just spoke to you a second… You were that paladin, but... How?" She squeezed Grimstone’s shoulders, scanning his eyes and face closely.

"I’m disguised as the paladin I told you about, yes. He’s agreed to help us; we need to wait by the fire escape in case he needs emergency back-up should anything go wrong," Grimstone explained.

Slowly, color drained from Magica’s beak.

“What is it?” Grimstone asked, concerned.

"N-Nothing!” Magic squawked. How could she have been so easily deceived-- “I'll explain later. Let's go help your friend." She quickly disguised both herself and Grimstone as canine servers. "We'll just… act like we’re taking a smoke break in the back."

"Good, I was thinking the same.” Grimstone frowned and looked away. “And he's not my friend…” he trailed off.

"But we can trust him to help us, right?" Magica asked in her own voice.

"Eh, we can trust him, but not *trust* him," Grimstone said vaguely, “if you get what I mean.”

Magica rubbed her temples. "We're leaving this mission to a paladin *you don't fully trust*?"

"Oh, I don't know. I seem to remember doing the same thing a long time ago, and that worked out just fine," Grim said with a half smile, squeezing Magica’s shoulder.

"That's different! I was a lightbearer. I--" Magica was interrupted by the opening of a stairwell door above them.

Grim took Magica by the arm. "Let's go take that smoke break," he said quietly, guiding her down the hall.

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[impromptu-sketches]

Hi, how are you? I just started reading BL manga/manhwas this year and I kinda confused on what to read and when I found your tumblr....Thanks for sharing your recs (it helps me a lot). Can I ask for BL recs (if you don't mind)? I'm still new in BL fandom but I'm already a fan of a lot mlm fanfics for anime series.... Do you mind if I ask for BL recs if I like this couples : Bakugou/Deku from BNHA, Eren/Levi from SnK and Iwaizumi/Oikawa from Haikyuu (this 3 are my otps)?

Sorry for this long ask, feel free if you want to give BL rec just from either one or all three couples....

This is super late, I'm sorry it took me so long to answer but I'll do my best! (I put a flower next to the ones I especially think fit their vibe/dynamic)

Bakugou/Deku | childhood friends but also so hot & cold with each other. I feel like and someone's gotta have anger issues or what's the point.

XXX Buddy

4 Week Lovers ❀

A Man of Virtue

Wagging the Tail

You Get Me Going

Megumi and Tsugumi ❀

Love Shuttle

Bane of My Existence

Sweet and Cold ❀

Eren/Levi | quiet badass leader x soldier who is mentally unstable with yandere vibes. Hmmm

Shutline

Wet Sand ❀

Under the Green Light

Miscreants and Mayhem

Fate Makes No Mistakes (side couple)

Payback

Anemone Theater

Iwa/Oikawa | super cute childhood friends & teammates

Killer Crush

19 Days

Dekoboko Sugar Days

Frenemies: Thicker Than Blood ❀

Scandalous M

Mad Place ❀

I Became the Lousy Side Top

Third Ending

Unintentional Love Story

Karasugaoka Don't be Shy!! ❀

Engraved on My Heart

[mit3c]

but why do you ship donald and gladstone??

nghnh i don’t know if you expect a serious reply to this so i’m hesitant to write you an heartfelt essay but hmm.. i like it one sided mostly… gladstone doesn’t have friends really and I believe his longest and closest relationship is with donald even though it’s not a very happy one. him pining on donald as a consequence of being pretty isolated, and despite..well everything wrong with that kind of relationship is interesting to me. also that gladstone can put 0 effort into making himself better for the sake of their relationship (no matter the nature of it), because donald is stuck with him no matter what since they’re related. i see him internalizing that “blood is thicker than water” bullshit and no matter how much he’s annoyed by gladstone, he won’t cut him out of his life. that fits well with gladstone being self centered with 0 desire to become a better person ghn and there’s also donald wondering how much he genuinely likes gladstone and how much it is that he’s obligated to put up with him for family’s sake

so it’s. def not a sweet healthy relationship but. yeaon a lighter level i like frenemies, i like them platonically in their rare sweet moments, when they fight, when they cooperate and when they’re being cruel to each other. there’s a lot of facets to their relationship..it’s great…. ah i love them so much…… 

[yokikanas]

Owari No Seraph ED 1 Analysis

To start off, I actually skip EDs often, simply because I wanna get on with my bingefest and go to the next episode already but Owari no Seraph’s first season has one of the best EDs I’ve listened to and watched. So much so that I actually rewatched the first season just so I can sit through the ED every episode. It’s a very simple ED and looks like an average shounen ED but if you took the time to read into the ED, there’s a small tale to be told through Mika’s POV.

The ED starts off with the city turned to rubble and a figure overshadowing a building, which turns out to be Mika facing away from the audience. He seems to be in some deep contemplation or reflection, and the rubble around him looks like he’s just gotten fresh out of a fight. In Ep 3, when it’s finally revealed that Mika is indeed alive, this scene is impactful because it shows us how big his personal motives are by depicting his shadow bigger than his actual figure. This tells us that there’s either a lot of secrets he keeps as a character or the immense depth of how big his personal mission to rescue Yuu is to him.

Then his shadows begins to envelop everyone in darkness - in order of "who took Yuu away", as if to damn everyone.

First we have the vampires that separated him and Yuu. 

Ferid destroyed the Hyakuya family by literally killing each and one of them off infront of Yuu’s and Mika’s eyes. Note that he’s the only character facing the shadows because he’s the one that invites this darkness into Mika’s life. 

Next we have Krul, who is standing atop a somewhat pedestal and looking away. She makes it clear that she’s the Progenitor in Japan, and although she’s not directly responsible for their separation, she’s still partially to blame for keeping Mika alive and by her side for 'reasons’.

Then Guren and his soldiers.

At first, Guren’s face is obstructed because Mika initially doesn’t know where Yuu is and who took him in. However, in Ep 3, he receives a report about Yuu and it becomes clear to him who Guren is; he’s the one that recruited Yuu to fight against vampires, which further drives a wedge between our two boys because of their differences in loyalty.

Lastly we have Yuu’s squadmates and Shinoa, who gets her own scene with a lil’ cat.

The reason why Shinoa is separate from the team is because, essentially, she is the person that sets all the events into motion which ends up having the team assemble into one.

The rest of the team seem to be keeping watch of something, telling us that they can be cooperative on their own but Shinoa on her own seems a little off with her umbrella. In her scene, we don’t see much of the shadows overtaking the screen until the very last few seconds towards the upper right. 

At first, I was stuck at how to interpret this part but all I could think of was two things. This could either hint that she was kept ‘in the dark’ over something in the Moon Demon Company or she’s just so damn adorable she doesn’t need to sun to tell us what an absolute sunshine she is. The way she’s looking at the cat appears to be a chanced encounter, and we don’t really know it’s identity until a later part.

Then we have Yuu standing across a body of water in midst of the rubble as a kid. His clothes are torn and tattered, showing us how much he's gone through without Mika, as shown by the distance between them through the body of water separating him and the viewer (a.k.a Mika).

We can also see Yuu in his Moon Demon Uniform on the water, showing us that this reflection is his ‘true self’. This can mean a few things:

It reinforces the distance between Yuu and Mika by showing us that what separates them is Yuu’s loyalty to the Moon Demon Company. Mika’s loyalty to the Vampires has always been for selfish reasons so it’s not displayed on the water.

Since we’re looking at him from Mika’s perspective, he truly sees Yuu as his family (which is why he’s dressed in his orphanage clothes because that’s when Mika truly felt he had a family) and having Yuu’s current appearance reflected on the water is just a false image to Mika.

The way his reflection only becomes increasingly clear as the shadows draw near also hints at the Moon Demon Company keeping Yuu in the dark over certain things, e.g. the Seraph Experiment which Yuu personally finds out towards the later few episodes of Season 1.

We cut back to Mika staring at his shadow, still contemplating but closer up this time. The way it cuts back to Mika is almost like he’s finally ‘found’ Yuu.

Then we cut to swaying waters which look similar to blood almost like it's saying "blood is thicker than water".  This cleverly foreshadows a certain emotional event in Season 2. 

The song then goes to a heavier tune, and Mika's shadow starts to retract from everyone as the sun shines. The song takes us through a peak of emotions because the next few scenes actually foreshadows certain truths/realizations as the season progresses.

For the vampires, we only see Ferid and some hooded figures and the camera pans up to the sun. The Vampires also situate themselves above ground so whatever is below Ferid is a mystery, indicating to us that he’s hiding something without Krul’s knowledge, which is why we don’t see her in this scene although we see everyone else.

Next, we see Guren's back and several soldiers. They’re looking over the cliff or looking away with seeming remorse in their faces. Whatever Guren and the other soldiers are looking at is another mystery, hinting what he’s actually hiding from us could be his participation in the Seraph Experiments.

Then we have the squad now with Shinoa and they look like they're having fun in such a bleak desolate world, telling us they are caught up in something far bigger than they think whilst still keeping their child-like innocence.

Yoichi and Mitsuba, in particular, are excited because they’re both looking at a cat in Shinoa’s arms. Whether they really love cats, I’m really not sure but the cat can take on the symbolic appearance of Yuu. Since Yuu is one of the keys to the Seraph Experiments, he can be literally seen as an experiment ‘pet’ in the eyes of the Moon Demon Company. It’s not really a good point but I guess what really sold it to me is Kimizuki’s indifference to the cat. Yuu and Kimizuki are rivals ever since they first met and they are at best now, frenemies.

Lastly we get little cuts of flashbacks before we have Mika again on the screen. He’s now looking over a ruined city from the top of a building as his shadow comes back to him before making his descent. It's like he's made his resolve and has finally decided to act upon it.

The whole ED is a very symbolic yet simple telling of Mika's development within the first season and the music manages to capture Mika's lonely and cold attitude throughout the show. If anything, this song actually gives him more depth as a character - showing us how much Yuu means to him as a family because for most part of Season 1, he remains under the radar until his fight with Guren.

This ED reminds me of Black Butler: Book of Circus  and Gintama° where symbolism molds the ED into seemingly new material and tells us more about  a character and I’d really like to see this ED concept more often in anime.

If you think there’s something you could add on, then feel free to message me or reblog to this! It was fun writing down my own thoughts anyways so I’m open to discussion on what you view this ED as, even if you think it’s just a normal shonen type of ED.