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[anichibicore]

preview of an untitled klapollo fic featuring apollo being oblivious of his own feelings, trucy being her dad's daughter, and the realization that maybe daydreaming about doing mundane things with one of your colleagues on a regular basis is probably indicative of something.

edit: HEY CHECK NOTES FOR THE LINK PRETTY PLEASE TY

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"Hey, Polly, do you have a crush on Klavier?"

Apollo does his absolute best to not spit out his coffee, electing to instead just choke on it and hope it doesn't kill him. Once he recovers, he retorts in a much too loud voice, "No, I don't!"

"Really? But, you always look so giddy after seeing him! Are you sure?" Trucy bounces on the balls of her feet, smile never leaving her face. Apollo puts down the styrofoam cup before he ends up crushing it in his hand.

"Trucy, I'd like to think I'd know if I had a crush on someone." Apollo crosses his arms as he speaks.

"I don't know, you've missed more obvious things before. Besides, you stare at him the same way Daddy stares at Mr. Edgeworth when he thinks no one's looking."

Apollo decides to not unpack that one. He does not need to know the state of his boss's love life. "Hey, you do it too! Why am I getting singled out for this?"

"Polly, I'm a teenage girl, I'm supposed to have a celebrity crush on pretty guys." Apollo again decides to not unpack the fact Trucy starts fiddling with her cape when she says that.

"Thinking someone is pretty doesn't mean I've got a crush on them, Truce." And he's right. So what if the annoyingly attractive (wait, attractive?) rock star regularly shows up in his thoughts? He worries about the guy sometimes, that's all. So what if, sometimes, on occasion, (quite frequently) he daydreams about doing things as simple as going out for coffee with the guy? He just wants to get to know him more. As a friend.

"Mmhm, sure. Polly, did you know you fiddle with your sleeve when you're lying?"

He stops, suddenly acutely aware of his rolled up sleeve pinched between his fingers. "I'm just nervous. And not a fan of this line of questioning."

"Is it because I'm right? Your face has been red this whole time."

Is this what witnesses on the stand feel like when he does this? He feels Trucy's eyes boring into him and he suddenly feels empathetic for all the witnesses he's caught lying with his perceiving. "Well, wh–what do you want from me? You'd be embarrassed too if you were in my shoes!"

"So you don't have a crush on him?"

"No!"

"You're fiddling with your sleeve again."

He is. He's rubbing the fabric between his thumb and index finger.

Is she right? She can't be. Sure, he's thought about more romantic things with the prosecutor, and sure, maybe just thinking about kissing him (which he has only done now, because Trucy put the idea in his head. It's definitely never crossed his mind before. Not at all.) makes his heart soar. But that's a normal thing when you're faced with someone as beautiful (objectively speaking, of course) as Klavier Gavin, right?

Right?

"Oh my god, Polly." Trucy laughs.

He said all that out loud, didn't he?

"Yes. You did. I've never heard pining more obvious in my life."

Apollo puts his face in his hands and groans. "Why do you have to be right?!"

"I wouldn't be Wright if I wasn't right!"

Apollo shoos her out the door, keeping his face down in a vain attempt to hide his blush. "Get. Go. Leave. Out. Now."

"Did you know your blush reaches your forehead, too?"

"OUT!"

[honeywrds]

I look at the effortlessly pretty girls and take notes but never get to be pretty like that. never had someone talk dreamily about the color of my eyes. never had someone shyly confessing how much they fancy me. never had a poem nor a song written about me. never even got a rose on valentine's day.

I used to go on sleepless nights wondering what was that I lacked. wasn't I funny enough? interesting enough? was it my face?

how could I know? so I did the only reasonable thing I could think of. I learned to admire the bottomless pit of my plain black eyes, I wrote love letters to every version of myself, realized how quirky my mind was and got really good at being on my own.

now at twenty-five, I no longer miss a person I've never met. in fact, I find it hard to alter my sacred routine of one to let anyone in.

so how can I miss being chosen if I've never known how it feels like? why do I still find myself trying to look into the mirror for answers as to why hasn't anyone looked at me with loving eyes and undying yearning?

why does love come so easy for some but it's been an uphill battle for me? why is everyone exceedingly better at it than I've ever been?

[anicyz]

Chapter 7 is at last, posted for Speed Run at Your Own Risk! Please enjoy the excerpt below the cut and maybe check out the entire fic!

Any further discussion cut off as Wild, drenched both from the ocean and the sky, stumbled up to them, seaweed hanging around his shoulders like an especially slimy shawl.

“Guys, you won’t believe this! I found this cool weapon you swing and stuff! Like, it's not really a stabby thing it’s more of a… a… a wham type thing! See you just–!”

Hyrule ducked as Wild’s new weapon soared through the space his head had previously occupied. He jumped back as it came around a second time, “Hey!”

“I could win so many fights with this!”

Next to him, Four started laughing, Hyrule fought a smile until he caught the look in Wild’s eyes as he stuttered momentarily before continuing his ramble.

“It would give me a longer reach! I could just knock 'em all over and, and, ah…”

Continued laughter had the wind slowly falling out of his sails, the light in his eyes flickering. Hyrule considered the feasibility of killing the hero of the four swords without potentially destroying a timeline somewhere. Not that they didn’t toe that line every time they stepped into battle on this quest.

Luckily for Four’s heart and attached body parts, the sodden hero rallied quickly. However, Wild’s solution was to start making dramatic whooshing sounds to drown out Four’s merriment in lieu of saying anything else complimentary about his weapon.

Hyrule sighed and held a hand out to stop the ‘deadliest thing this side of Hyrule’, “I hate to be the bearer of bad news,” He tugged at the wood in his grasp, “But an oar is not exactly a high grade weapon.”

Four took a breath, whipping a tear from his eye, “It’s not made to be a weapon at all, you use it for-”

“Tell that to the Calamity and my nine wooden branches then!”

It was at this point in the conversation that Twilight, Sky, and Wind came into hearing range. “Alright I was going to give you good news, but now I just want to know what nine wooden branches and the Calamity have to do with anything.”

Wild held out his oar, not even a proper oar as it was too short. “I’m going to conquer the world with this.”

“That’s a paddle.”

“We’ve been trying to tell him, Rancher, but he’s invested.”

Sky, it seemed, couldn’t help but root for the underdog in the situation. “With his track record he could probably make it work?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

The conviction could only last so long, “Definitely asking.”

“The betrayal,” Wild tucked his only friend to his chest, “Slandered in my own home.”

“You don’t live here.” Four chimed in.

“I can’t believe you’d doubt me and the best weapon I’ve ever held.”

“I’m gonna have to stop you right there.”

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An original poem titled #WellNo. #originalpoetry Something a bit more random, but it just sort of came out. Here is an original poem titled: Well, No…

[manga-gamer]

POC Aniwriters are literally the best people I've ever met tbh

[ljaesch]

Anime Blog Posts That Caught My Eye This Week (May 3, 2019)

Anime Blog Posts That Caught My Eye This Week (May 3, 2019)

This week, anibloggers continue to look at the Spring 2019 anime season.

Here are the blog posts that caught by attention this week, and I hope you’ll check them out for yourself if you haven’t already:

Carole and Tuesday Episode One Reaction (by Ya Boy Jack at The Aniwriter)

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Kaiba Review Episodes 1 + 2 (by Karandi at 100 Word Anime)

Fruits Basket (2001, 2019): Here Comes…

[honeywrds]

— the quiet thinker

[storytella]

A original poem titled Tools. #poetry #originalpoetry Time again for an original poem, this one titled: Tools It can be dangerous to be a hammer.

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An original poem titled: Tailwind. #originalpoetry When you are stranded in an ocean of sadness and regret, let the tailwind of a new tomorrow bring you to shore.

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A new original poem titled Drums. #poetry #originalpoetry A new original poem titled: Drums When it comes to love, there is often a lot of noise rolling around in my head.Too many chemical melodies to keep track of.But, when I see you, I know my heart will drum along just fine.

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30 Day Poetry Challenge Day Twenty-four: Backyard

#30DayPoetryChallenge Day Twenty-four: Backyard.

Welcome, weebs and authors alike, to The Aniwriter.

For day twenty-four of the 30 Day Poetry Challenge, a poem titled: Backyard

As I walk through the place where I used to play, I remember that being a kid is more than just an age. It’s about a youthful optimism and never giving up on the things you want to achieve. It is about remembering that falling down doesn’t mean you can’t get up. Wh…

[storytella]

An original poem titled Steps. #poetry #originalpoetry For today's post, a poem titled: Steps And so the adage is repeated:“Every journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.”

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#30DayPoetryChallenge Day Fifteen: Walking to the Forest. For day fifteen of the 30 Day Poetry Challenge, a poem titled: Walking to the Forest.

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I've Been Tagged Again! The T.A.P Tag

I've Been Tagged Again! The T.A.P Tag. #anime #poetry

Welcome, weebs and authors alike, to The Aniwriter.

For as much as you might expect someone like me to combine anime and poetry, especially considering they are the main two topics of this blog, I rarely get the chance to do it. Well, I’ve now been finally been given an excuse to do so. Thank you to Keiko for tagging me for this. Here are the rules:

The Rules:

Headline your post with “The…

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#30DayPoetryChallenge Day Thirty: The End. For the last day of the 30 Day Poetry Challenge, a poem titled: The End My journey so far has been…

[storytella]

Aniwriter Update #12: Back to School Again

#AniwriterUpdate 12: Back to School Again.

Welcome, weebs and authors alike, to The Aniwriter.

It is that time again to give you all an update on what’s going on with the blog. So, in order to keep this quick, let’s just get started.

Going Back to School

For me, the new semester has started and that means new classes. Right now I’m taking Intro to Philosophy and Intro to Poly Sci, which, so far, have been fairly interesting.…