#but she's in the mind boogling ones

[theoddowldoodle]

If I have a nickel everytime Siobhan Thompson participates in Game Changer and she is put in the most saw-trap like situations by Sam Reich... i'll have 2 nickels.

Which isn't a lot but weird that it happened twice

[sol-consort]

The mental image of Shepard going up to Wrex after all these years and being like "oh yeah I'm a parent now :) meet my krogan son, isn't he precious?"

And being the most annoying human alive about it. Each single interview afterwards has them hijack the conversation to talk about their son Grunt and how many kills he got last mission. They're so confident and passionate that no one in the whole galaxy dares to ask how did a human birth a krogan.

Anderson immediately summoned Shepard on an emergency to his office, demanding they explain what those interviews were about. But he doesn't care about the fact that Grunt is a krogan. He is just very mad at Shepard for not telling him he's a grandpa sooner. He demands time with his grandson and at least 200 pictures to hang around his office.

Imagine if this Shepard romanced Kaidan or Ashley before and after the break up on Horizon, they turn on a random TV channel to find out their ex, the commander Shepard, has a whole son now.

Ashley's mind is boogled, and she wonders if Grunt is related to her somehow because he definitely has her temper and speech.

Kaidan's heartbroken that you moved on so fast, and how come you didn't name your son after the agreed names you two came up with for your future children?

Meanwhile, Grunt who thinks this is just a human thing and tags along for the ride because funny humans and their weird lives.

[tsisisail]

I’m sorry 😭😭

who do you think the main cast’s favorite vocaloids/utah’s would be :0

S’all good! I don’t really mind.

I imagine Rosé showing her phone to all her friends to explain vocal synths to them..

Rosé likes Teto and Miku vibes wise, but her favorite singing voices are Una and Vflower. She used to really stan Luka when she was younger but she kinda cringes seeing her around now because she associates her with teenage angst. I imagine she’s the one out of the main cast who listens to Vocaloid regularly, and her favorite songs are Android Girl and Parade of Mediocre People.

Grendan, upon doing a bit of boogleing, selected Oliver as her favorite because he reminded them of their son in that he’s sad looking and adoptable. They also enjoy Len because he found the banana song and found it unreasonably hilarious. Rosé is kind of annoyed by this because, 1, the song gets stuck in her head really easily, and 2, Grendan actively refuses to listen to any other Len songs because they “already found the best one.” Sometimes Grenda will just tease her by bringing up the song and getting it stuck in her head again.

York doesn’t really understand the appeal of Vocaloid, but one thing he does understand is that it makes Rosé happy, so he tries to cheer her on. He asked Rosé who “the best one” was, to which she replied as if on command, “Miku”, so she’s his favorite now.

Jancy also doesn’t really get Vocaloid, but at Rosé’s insistence, picked a favorite. She ended up choosing Luka just on the basis of her pleasant energy. Upon seeing Rosé’s face scrunch up, she changed her choice to Kaito instead, which Rosé rejected because “he sounds like bermit…”

Rosé proceeded to eliminate each of Jancy’s choices until Jancy settled upon having Miku as her favorite. (She still mentally likes Luka the best, but isn’t in any mood to argue.)

Eugene, continuing the trend of going only off design, likes Miku, but specifically her 2017 Snow Miku outfit and her 2024 racing outfit. I also think he’d like the look of Fuiro and Suzune. I think he’d really enjoy the Vocajazz album if he’d ever check it out.

[theblogtini]

When Instagram first started, houseinhabit was one of the first accounts that I followed. She was just a southern California mom sharing cool, vintage looking photos of her life. She was interested in writing, home decor, Joan Didion, Bob Dylan, wide brimmed hats, and wide legged pants. She often shared photos of her young sons who were dressed just as cool as their mom. She was one of my favorite accounts. I remember her complaining, after a few years, that Instagram wasn't as fun as it used to be in the beginning. That ads, commerce, and perfection had taken over and made the platform less interesting, less creative, and more annoying. When I quit Instagram, probably close to eight years ago, she had moved closer to the beach, beautifully remodeled her home, and was trying to save an old house on her street. I absolutely cannot believe what she has become. Like there was no inkling whatsoever. It would seem to me, that covid and the lockdown completely fried her brain and ever since, she's worked hard to become the mayor of crackpot town. It all just boogles my mind.

Yep - 100% right with you. She went from just being this cool SoCal mom to a little bit of a looney tune. I definitely think it has something to do with Covid b/c I believe (and I might be wrong) that she jumped real-hard on the anti-vaxx bandwagon.

[shellshocklove]

Ok if we’re talking about pornstar!joel and how they should fuck: I think it should be cute but nastay. Like reader is currently very self conscious and unsure of their relationship, so Joel should make her feel like she’s the only one- I’m talking multiple orgasms, body worship, dirty talk, squirting and mind boogling sex with feelings. Make her yours Joel 😼

Oooorrrrr reader making Joel theirs! Like they want to rock his boat, kinda jealous and possessive fucking, biting back their doubts and uncertainty and turning the sex into a mission “make Joel forget everything but my name” 😽

oh anon 👀 this is juicy 👀

[my-soul-sings]

what’s wrong with secretary kim: ch 4

Fandom: Tears of Themis Characters: Vincent Kim, Marius von Hagen (not shipped)

Summary: Five times Vincent Kim put up with his boss’ antics, and one time he didn’t.

ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 4

You can read this on AO3! See the replies to this post for the AO3 link.

***

He Hates Working Overtime... But Not Always

Organising Marius’ calendar might just be the most tedious and difficult aspect of Vincent’s job. 

It took a full day, but he’s finally done adding the latest flood of appointments to the master schedule. It’s completely packed for up to the next six months, and Vincent even took pains to plan the schedule down to the minute. Naturally, he also factored in buffer time in between his appointments, and left room for any last-minute cancellations or last-minute appointments. 

Vincent can only wonder how Marius is able to handle this much responsibility at his age. Being the CEO of Pax Group is certainly no walk in the park. 

That is, until he’s struck by an act of God and is reminded that Marius isn’t always the most responsible CEO around. 

Exhibit A is happening right at this moment. 

“Vincent, cancel all my meetings for today,” Marius tells him over the phone, which has Vincent doing a double-take.

“What?”

“Cancel all my meetings for today.”

“...Sorry, I must have misheard. Would you mind saying that again?” 

“Vincent, I know you heard me that time.”

“I did, but— wait— you mean, everything? You’re cancelling everything?”

Marius has the audacity to sigh. “Yes. Everything.”

“But— But why? You have a conference call with the vice-president of Boogle in fifteen minutes, a lunch with the directors of Tinysoft, a meeting with the board of directors after lunch and then a meeting with the mayor of Stellis at 4pm. You’re telling me to cancel on all of these people?”

“Yes. Just reschedule with them. Actually—I can do the conference call while driving, so leave that.” 

Just reschedule, the man says, as if the deed can be done with nothing more than a snap of the finger.

“I will call them immediately,” Vincent tells him, “but may I ask the reason for this sudden cancellation? They will need a good explanation.”

“I just can’t, okay? I’m busy.”

“And what are you so busy with that you have to cancel on people who booked appointments with you more than a month in advance?”

“Well…” 

Vincent has heard that sheepish tone before, and knows it can only mean one thing. Taking in a deep breath, he braces himself for an incredibly stupid reason for Marius’ sudden outburst this terrible morning. 

“She’s having her, err, monthly… lady problems.”

Vincent’s tone instantly falls flat — this isn’t the first time Marius has employed this excuse. “Can’t someone else take care of her? Shouldn’t she know how to manage by now given how… often she deals with this?” he suggests, while nervously eyeing the time on his watch and the master schedule currently displayed on his computer.

“Her cramps are so bad that she can’t leave the house to get pills to ease the pain. She can’t even get water for herself because she can’t walk. I’m her boyfriend. The least I can do is take care of her when she needs me, especially when she’s living alone.”

“The company needs you too—”

“I know, but this is an emergency. Please, Vincent. Reschedule the other appointments for me?” 

It’s not like Vincent can decline. So, like the faithful secretary he is, he simply replies politely as always. 

“I will. Leave it to me.”

“Thanks, Vincent. I appreciate it. Truly.” 

The line cuts, and Vincent sinks into his chair, looking like the world is about to end. 

But, there is no time for him to sit around and be depressed. Vincent quickly gets his act together and starts frantically searching for the numbers of the people he needs to call. 

***

After many rounds of apologising profusely and getting an earful (or basically getting yelled at) over the phone, the deed is finally done. Vincent returns his gaze to the calendar that he had planned so perfectly, and which is now going to take him a whole night to reorganise. 

He feels a sudden urge to throw a chair at his computer, but instead, he wisely chooses to get up and take a walk. Maybe some air will cool him off. That, and a bottle of hard liquor. 

But his evening plans are foiled when he receives a call on his work phone. As expected, it’s from his boss. 

Vincent ponders whether or not to pick up for two rings, but on the third ring he relents and reluctantly answers. Curse him and his strong sense of responsibility. 

“Is there anything else you need, young master?” he asks, sounding pleasant and professional as always. Sometimes he thinks he has a talent for this — perhaps a career switch to acting might be in order.

“Hey Vincent, sorry to call you at this time. Would you mind swinging by the convenience store and picking up some pads to deliver to her place?” 

The secretary’s composed tone falters slightly. “Sure... Is there a picture of the brand that she usually buys? How many does she need?”

There’s a pause and some muffled voices in the background before Marius speaks again. “I’ll send you a picture of it. Maybe get two packs?” 

“Will do. Is there anything else you would like me to bring?” 

“Hmm… how about some condoms?” 

He wonders if the condoms are so Marius can continue to fuck up his life even more. At this point, he’s partially resigned to his fate. “S-Sure…”

“I’m just kidding.” The young man bursts into laughter and Vincent is too relieved to get mad at him. “Just the pads will do. Thanks, Vincent.” 

“You’re very welcome. I will be there by 9. Is there anything else you need, young master?”

“Nope, thanks a lot Vincent. Appreciate your help today.”

He hangs up then, and Vincent stares at his phone for a second before exhaling like a deflated balloon. Well, the only thing he can’t complain about is the fact that at least Marius shows his appreciation and thanks him for the shit he puts him through. 

Still, it doesn’t change the fact that Vincent has his work cut out for him tonight. 

Just as despair begins to sink in, a brilliant idea pops into his head, and his imminent gloom begins to wash away. 

As faithful as he may be, this secretary isn’t about to take this much shit lying down without making sure he returns the favour. 

 ***

“Good evening, young master. I brought the items like you requested.” 

“Thanks Vincent. Woah, that’s a pretty big box you got there.”

“Of course, I wanted to make sure there was enough.” 

Marius blinks twice at him, seeming to notice the slightly sinister undertone in his secretary’s voice. Eventually, he finds the sense to respond. “Ah, I see. Thanks.” 

“Would you like to check to make sure that I got it all? If there’s a need for anything else I can go and pick these up right away.” 

“Sure.” Marius proceeds to open the box, and it takes a few seconds before his eyes widen in alarm.

His head snaps up. “Vincent, you–” 

“I got a whole box of pads and extra condoms at your request, young master,” Vincent says, making sure his voice is loud enough so the young man’s girlfriend can hear from where she is in the living room. “I hope you are satisfied with this, but if it’s not enough, please let me know.”

“Hey, I didn’t—”

“Oh? It’s not enough? I will fetch another two boxes right away, young master.” 

Vincent’s smile only grows at the panic that is visibly increasing in Marius’ face. His face is so red that it looks like it might explode at any minute, especially the moment a sharp call of his name sounds from inside the apartment. 

“I thought I said it was just a joke,” Marius hisses, glancing behind his shoulder at the sound of approaching footsteps. 

“I thought you were joking about it being a joke, so I bought these just in case,” Vincent continues smoothly. “You know how thorough I am.” 

Before Marius can get another word out, a voice comes from right behind him. “Marius, we need to talk.” The cold tone makes even Vincent shiver a little. Marius looks visibly frightened now, much like a lamb about to go in for the slaughter. 

“If that’s all, I will go now. I will need some time to rearrange your master schedule after today’s cancellations.”

A look of realisation crosses Marius’ face, but Vincent turns on his heel just as the young man’s lips parts in what seems to be protest. Or maybe it’s to apologise. 

Whatever it is, none of it matters anymore; it’s too late now.

“Ow ow! Wait, it’s not what it sounds like, let me explain— Ow, my ear! Jie jie, wait!”

The vindicated secretary heads down the stairs of the apartment building with lighter steps, with the sound of his boss’ cries trailing in his wake. All the while, his smile doesn’t leave his face. 

For the first time, working overtime isn’t so dreadful.

***

A/N: I'm going to try my hardest to finish this while I have some freedom for the rest of this week (i am finally on leave lol vincent is truly my spirit animal)

[im-good--thanks]

I don’t want things to get too bad. I see some pictures on here and I think that’s too much. Hell my GW is 165! For my height that’s at the top of a “normal” BMI. When you’ve been obese for the majority of your life all you ever want is to just be “normal”. Hell my goal weight used to be to just get under 200lbs! I changed it to 165 because 200lbs is still overweight which just boogles my mind... 

I have a screenshot on my phone of one of my favorite people on Instagram who lost a massive amount of weight naturally.. in this screenshot are her stats and it shows her height and her weight in that picture and I was and still am just mindblown because she looks like this pictures I reblog on here and her weight is 182. Same height as me and 182!!!! 

I feel like if I got back down to my lowest weight of 215 I’d be happy. But it probably wouldn’t be enough. So I’ll tell myself okay, get to her weight... see how you feel. And so then I’d get to 182 and I’d be happy for a little while but it probably wouldn’t last long and it wouldn’t be enough. So then I’ll aim for my GW of 165. And just like before... I’d be happy, it won’t last and then the next GW will pop up.

I’m not stupid. I know that’s how it goes. So while right now my GW is an attainable, “normal” weight, I also know that it probably won’t last long before a new lower number becomes my goal. Just like right now when I see some pictures and think “eh that’s too much”, one day I’ll look at those pictures and think “goals”...

[thefrsers]

I am sorry you are disappointed Cait didn’t get nominated for an Oscar because this how I and many others have felt who support Sam. He should have definitely been recognized for his work in Season 1 and 3 of Outlander, and probably more. Hopefully, the movie Everest that Sam is supposed to star in will open some doors for him too and give him more opportunities to shine, like the way Belfast or Ford v Ferrari has done for Cait. She has done well for herself even without the nomination and admittedly I am not surprised that she isn’t on the list of nominees. I always thought it was a long shot to begin with. I just don’t think Cait is well-known to many in Hollywood yet and that could have been the reason why she was left out. Not saying it’s fair but maybe a Bafta win will make up for it. All I know is I will continue to root for both of them because they only deserve the best in life and in accolades going forward, like in previous years.

Aw, you're so sweet Nonnie <3

I should've known better but I was really sure that she would get it with the way she had been dominating for every award out there even the prestigious ones. The Oscars have been known to be biased towards their favorites or go for the ones that are very well-known in the industry. Tho disappointed I'm really proud at everything she's been able to achieve so far. The fact that her name is in the conversation and everyone's getting to know what a talented actress she is....that to me just the icing on the cake and win in itself, I think. She's come so far and she'll continue to go far and like Kenneth said, "she'll be back for sure", and I wholeheartedly believe that :)

And yes I do agree that Sam's performance in OL esp s1 was some of the best acting I've seen and it still boogles my mind to this day that he never got any credit for that. He's just as a talented and amazing actor as Caitriona. He's done so well for himself over these years and it truly shows and I'm so proud and happy for him. Everest sounds like the best role for him it's literally the perfect role for him and I cannot wait to see him in it. It's gonna be great and he's gonna be amazing I'm so excited!

Both of them have done and achieved so many great things since OL began and to see them thrive is so wonderful to see as a fan. They're not only amazing talented actors but also just really good, kind, and humble people with heart of gold. And just like you I too will continue to root for them both and wish them nothing but the best cos they both deserve it. Love them both and so proud of them both and to be their fan :')

[superfriend-38]

A cruel love triangle.

It’s completely natural for the girl of steel to feel defensive and afraid. She’s someone used to being indestructible and is told that the one thing that hurts her can now be created in a lab and is also stronger than normal. It’s not Kara’s fault that she’s on a planet that gives her these powers, and she certainly does not behave with a god complex because if she did she would not mind killing if necessary and would expect people to worship her.

Then again, having kryptonite in front of her, feeling like nails in her blood, would feel much better than the feeling she was consumed with now. Distrust. Pain. Jealousy. All those emotions of an emotional girl came to the surface. All because of him. The butterflies she got in her stomach every single time she was next to him. Those moments where she could not wait to jump to another earth just to partner up with him. Not just as two heroes, but as friends. And the annoyance she got by having to move on from him to forget those feelings.

Instead, watching him with her absolutely boogled her mind. The emotions running through her was never pleasant when she saw him with her. The way they held hands. The laughter between the two. The never-ending motto of her being his lightning rod. Yet, he felt the same about Kara. There were moments between Barry and Kara that were sweet and adoring. Moments where she could keep him in her heart until she died. Deep down he felt the same, but Iris was always stuck in the middle.

A cruel love triangle.

Kara stood in the circle of their friends and family. Listening to Joe’s speech about Barry and Iris. They all came together to celebrate the love between the two. The wedding rehearsal dinner of a true love story. Though to Kara, it was a true disaster. Especially when she tried getting over her feelings for him with Mon-El. Which helped over time, but the problems she was currently facing were worse. The blindsiding life event that Mon-El dropped matched the events she was currently at.

Her breath was caught in her throat momentarily, watching the toast go on for the engaged couple. Her optics scanned around her, watching as various glasses raised up in the air. Kara slowly and quickly raised her glass. Alex nudged her with a happy go-lucky grin. A grin that Kara knew far too well that Alex was drinking way too much. Kara gave her a small smile before taking a few strides backwards. The blonde disappeared into the shadows. For a mere minute, Kara’s breath was back. The blonde stood on the balcony overlooking the gathering of people. She was not feeling very social. Except for when he appeared. “Hey.” His soft voice snuck up behind her. Kara did not move an inch to look in his direction until Barry stood next to her. Her eyes met his. The butterflies returned. Her nervous laugh returned, “Hey..this is really nice. Thanks for having us.”

The scarlet speedster smiled, holding onto his champagne glass. His brown hues stayed on her before looking over the balcony, rambling onto what seemed like off topic as to why he really came up here, “Of course. Um - by the way your sister seems to be tipping the elbow pretty heavy.” Both Barry and Kara watched Alex downing yet another shot of vodka. A genuine laugh fell from the girl of steel’s lips, “Oh that's fine. She's just had a rough go lately and she's not the only one.” A small sigh was made.

The boy’s eyes fell upon the girl. He knew something was wrong. He noticed how she was avoiding him. She knew this was hard on her. Kara and Barry were best friends. Their relationship may have been short compared to everyone else here, but he knew. Deep down he wished he could change things, “I noticed you do not have your plus one with you.” Barry stated the obvious, causing Kara’s shoulders to raise, “I am plus zero these days.” A frown fell on his face. She did not have to be. Kara was gorgeous as hell. It was his fault, really. Though he never acted upon his feelings and now they were celebrating his wedding rehearsal dinner, “I’m sorry, what happened with Mon-El?”

Kara’s eyes looked anywhere but at him. “What didn't happen… The end of the world.”

“Faced that three times.”

“Time travel.”

“I've been there a lot.”

This one broke her. This one was supposed to help her get over her feelings for him. “He’s married to someone else.”

Barry’s eyes widened. His heart broke for Kara. “Oh that's … I got nothing for that. I'm sorry.”

“I mean it's my own fault.. I keep forgetting that my life should only be about Supergirl, but then life keeps finding a way to remind me.”

A brief silence fell upon the superfriends. His eyes never left her, but her eyes were on the floor. Something inside of him wanted to hold her. He wanted to tell her that everything will be okay, but it felt wrong. Something inside of him wanted to tell her how he felt, but he could not do that to Iris. Kara on the other hand was feeling all sorts of emotions, but never really said anything. Screw it. His eyes quickly scanned around them. Everyone was distracted, happy, laughing, drinking. This would be the perfect moment. He needed to let Kara know how he felt. Kara may need to do the same. Barry quickly grabbed a hold of his superfriends shoulders before speeding them off somewhere else.

In almost a blur, she was no longer at the dinner rehearsal. The blonde regained balance as she quickly looked around them. “What the-!” Was all she said as she now stood on the roof of one of the tallest skyscrapers that overlooked Central City. Though the brunette boy was not next to her. She quickly spun around and noticed his back was turned towards her, “Barry!”

Silence.

Until he slowly turned to face her.

“Stuck in a moment. The way your eyes hit the light.” His voice was soft as his hand moved from the back of his head to his pants pocket. Was he really singing right now? Yes. Yes, he was. “I never seem to see it right. Your head is tortured. Because she is perfect for me. What have I done? I can't believe it.” Barry slowly made his way towards Kara, standing only six feet from her.

Kara stayed silent, not saying a word. She watched him. His voice, his body language, his emotions; they all came to the surface and she could see it. There it was. Her breath was caught in her throat as her green-blue optics stayed on him. Were they really doing this now? Of all days? Barry continued to sing, “It would be so nice to wake up next to you, ohh.. but you never fall asleep.” Kara’s eyes glanced off into the distance, before looking back at him, “Kara.. your bed is a bullet. And I'm not bulletproof..”

The feelings inside of Kara intensified along with Barry’s. Both of them needed this moment, but never really could act upon it. Scared and afraid of what may come. Yet, what better way to solve this than a song? Classic Barry and Kara moment. Kara herself matched the harmony to his. “I want him, she wants him. He wants her. The love triangle stuck in our heads.” Kara sang softly as Barry watched her. Kara was anxious and had a nervous feeling in her stomach. “I'm not that pretty, but I'm the only one who makes you happy, happy, happy.” Kara and Barry both sang, “I will make you happy, happy, happy.”

Kara stepped forward, closing the gap between the two. Her eyes stayed on him, looking upward just an inch. “I will make you happy. Until I die, I swear.” She sang softly, matching Barry’s harmony as he sang, “I'll keep you safe till the end. Until I die, I swear. But will you love me till the end?” Their gaze never left each other as their bodies pressed up against one another.

In one single moment, there was nothing but the two of them. Barry’s hand made its way to her face, caressing her cheek gently. Kara’s hand grabbed a fistful of his shirt pulling him towards her. Their lips gently pressing together. This was the moment they both had waited so long for. To feel each other in a sexual way. Both of their eyes closed for a minute as they shared a long-lasting yet lust filled kiss. The kiss was filled with so much intensity that both Kara and Barry did not want it to end. Their lips moved in perfect rhythm. Orange hues and lights surrounded the two. Everything around them stood in slow motion while Barry and Kara only felt each other. Both of Barry’s hands were placed gently upon Kara’s cheeks while hers rested on his chest. A fistful of his shirt in one of her hands. Kissing each other passionately. Barry had used the speed force to slow down time while they continued to move.

Pulling away from each other, their foreheads were touching. Silence once again fell upon them. Barry and Kara had enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time. Sometimes two people have to fall apart to realize how much they need to fall back together. Kara’s eyes looked around and noticed the speed force around them before she looked at Barry. Barry smiled at her, adoring the small excitement she had about the speedforce. Yet, her next question was nothing related to such a thing. This time, fear overwhelmed the girl of steel.

“Barry. What do we do?”

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #905: Secret Santa (Kingdom Hearts)

3:54 p.m. in the Streets of Twilight Town......

Kairi: (Walking Along with Riku and Vantias While Noticebly Thinking About Something) Hmmm.........

Riku: (Turns to Kairi) Something's on your mind, Kairi?

Kairi: ('Sigh') I was trying to think of what kind of gift I should give to Xion for this year, since I'm her Secret Santa and everything.....You guys have any ideas?

Vantias: You can try buying her friendship bracelet. (Shrugs) Might not be the fanciest thing in the world, but it's something at least.

Kairi: A friendship bracelet.......(Slowly Starts Nodding at the Idea) Yeah.... (Smiles Brightly) That would be a perfect gift to give her. I can even get matching pairs for the two of us to wear! Thanks, Van-Van.

Vantias: (Pulls Out a Dollar Bill to Give to Kairi) I'll give you ten bucks to never call me that again.

Kairi: (Giggles Softly) No thank you~ You case you haven't noticed....(Gives Vantias a Playful Smirk on her Face) I just so happen to like that nickname Namine gave you.

Riku: (Chuckles Lightly) Agreed. It suits you.

Vantias: (Groans in Annoyance as He Slowly Puts his Money Back in his Coat Pocket) Of course it does......

Kairi: (Turns to Riku) So whatcha gonna give to Namine for Christmas this year, Riku Claus?

Riku: Fighting Gloves.

Vantias: (Raised an Eyebrow in Confusion at Riku) Fighting Gloves?

Riku: Yeah. You know, the fingerless ones. I figured since she's been honing her hand-to-hand combat skills as of late, I could give herself something that could hopefully prevent her knuckles from bruising from every punch she delivers.

Vantias: Huh. That would.... actually be a pretty good gift to give her.

Kairi: (Nodded in Agreement) I agree. (Smiles Sheepishly) It still kind of boogles my mind that she's been training under Ms. Lockhart the entire time...... You think she really has what it takes to master 'Final Heaven'?

Riku: It takes time to fully master it, but.....(Shrugs) It's still a possibility regardless.

Vantias: Does she HAS to learn that move already? (Starts Shivering a Little) She's already intimidating enough as it is.....

Riku: Wait. Vantias, are you.....scared of Namine right now?

Vantias: (Quickly Turns to the Duo) Me? Scared of Namine? ('Scoffs') As if!

Kairi: You sure? (Starts Smirking at Vantias in a Teasing Manner) Cause kiiinda sounds like you are in way.

Vantias: Well, you obviously assumed wrong. I just.....(Starts Looking Away) don't wanna poke a bear with any form of stick, you know?

Riku: Soooo..... You're saying that Namine is the "Bear" of this metaphoric saying?

Vantias: Exactly. She already provened herself to force to be reckoned with, so we might as well not do anything to fuck with her.

Kairi: Ah. So you ARE scared her then?

Vantias: (Glares at Kairi) No! I'm clearly saying at it is. Doesn't automatically mean I'm intimidating by her. (Yet......)

Kairi: ('Sigh') Whatever you say, Mr. Bear Whisper....But back on the topic of Secret Santas, you have any idea who you're supposed to be giving a gift to, Vantias?

Riku: Yeah. You haven't really told us who is it yet.

Vantias: ('Sigh') It's that idiot boyfriend of yours, Sor-

Kairi and Riku gets Vantias' attention by glaring at him in a livid, darkened manner.

Vantias: ('Clears Throat') I mean your.....great..... caring..... lovable boyfriend named Sora.....

Kairi: (Simply Nodded While Calming Her Anger Down) Glad to see you respecting our boyfriend's name today.

Riku: (Nodded in Agreement) Mmhm.

Vantias: (Sighs Once More While Rolling his Eyes) Whatever. But yeah... I'm his Secret Santa. And I still don't have any clue on what to give him.....

Riku: What was the first gift you thought of giving him?

Vantias: A christmas snow globe I saw in the store yesterday. You know, the one that has the king's castle on it at.

Kairi: What's it look like?

Vantias: (Pulls his Phone Out of his Coat Pocket Before Showing Kairi and Riku the Picture of the Snow Globe) Looks like this.

Kairi: (Takes a Look at the Picture) Aww~ It looks so cute.

Riku: And pretty well made for a snow globe. How come you didn't buy it yesterday?

Vantias: I wasn't sure if Sora would really like it or not, so I decided to leave it alone for now. Plus....(Starts Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) considering how much of a....nice...considerate guy he is and... after all the crazy shit he been through in the past, the last thing I wanna do is half-ass the whole thing. So until I find a gift that could make his stupid face genuinely happy, I- (Noticed Riku and Kairi Smiling Softly at Him Giving Then a Bit of Confused Look) What?

Riku: You really do care about all of us, don't Vantias?

Vantias: (Shrugs) Eh. I still find all of you annoying, but..... you're still good people. (Starts Blushing a Little) To me at least.

Kairi: (Heart Begins Melt in Pure Happiness as Spread her Arms Wide Open) Vantias, can I hug you right now?

Vantias: (Already Gives Kairi a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Seriously? In public?

Kairi: Yes, in public! I wanna show how much I love and appreciate you!~

Vantias: (Starts Looking Around his Surroundings Quickly Before Turning Back to Kairi) You're not gonna tell anyone about this, are you?

Kairi: I won't. I promise.

Vantias: Not a word?

Kairi: Not a word. (Turns to Riku) Right, Riku?

Riku: (Nodded in Agreement) Loud and clear.

Vantias: Not even to Sora and-

Kairi: (Immediately Pouts at Vantias) Vantias, we won't tell a soul about any of this! Now, get over here and hug me already!!

Vantias: Alright alright, fine! I'm coming. (Makes his Way to Kairi and Hugs Her) There. Happy?

Kairi: (Smiles Brightly as She Hugs Vantias Back in a Loving Manner) Very~ Thank you for being our friend, Vantias.

Vantias: It's whateve- Wait. (Eyes Suddenly Begins to Widened as he Noticed Riku Holding His Phone in a Sideways Fashion) Riku, what are you doing with that phone?

Riku: Oh nothing too out of ordinary. Just taking a few pictures or whatnot.

Vantias: (Couldn't Believe What He's Hearing) Are you fucking....You SAID you wouldn't tell anyone about this!

Riku: We did. (Starts Smirking a Teensy Bit Evil Like) But we didn't promise not to take pictures and send it to everyone in our group chat.

Vantias: (Uses One of his Free Hands to Summon his Keyblade) You know I can end you in a matter of seconds, right?

Riku: Maybe. But I am named the Keyblade Master for a reason, you know? Plus, I'm pretty Sora and Namine wouldn't approve of you doing something like that.

Kairi: (Gives a Dark Glare While Still Hugging him and Smiling) And neither would I. Cause I will pummel you into a bloody pulp if you even thinking about laying a single finger on our Riku-Kins.

Riku: (Gives Kairi a Deadpinned Look on his face) Kairi, I told you not to call me that anymore.

Kairi: So what's it gonna be, Vantias? Live or die?

Vantias: (Stares at Kairi for a Brief Second Before Groaning in Defeat) Fiiiiiiine.....(Makes his Keyblade Disappear Out of Thin Air) I won't kill anyone today.

Kairi: (When Back to Smiles Brightly) Now, that's what I like to hear. Thank you, Van-Van!~

Vantias: (Starts Rolling his Eyes Once More) Whatever.

@26shann

@khtext

@keyenuta

@cyber-wildcat

@caleb13frede

@ma-lemons

@italian-love-cake

[violetvenom]

My chonky boy Elmo...you were the last of the bunch. I always made jokes how you would survive all of your brothers because you got a protection layer of fat. Well..the joke was on me. You were the only one who got so chonky and I'm sure it was a combination of genetics and you being a cheecky smartass. Instead searching for the food I hid in the cage you ran to your brothers and would steal it from them. Instead running away in a safe corner like all rats do when they got something yummy you'd just sit there, eat and taking more..wasting no time and calories. I never found a method to make you lose a bit of weight..but in the end it wasn't neccessary. You were the healthiest of them all. You reached the great age of 2 3/4 years and I hoped so much you would reach the magical 3...

When your brothers died I was worried you would get depressed and tried to give you extra attention, but soon I noticed you didn't wanted that. You were already 2 1/2 at that point and noticable an old man. You acted even like one. You became often very grumpy and tried to bite me..you just wanted to be left alone. That was fine for me, but I was always worried.

Soon I noticed your hind legs started to become paralyzed what isn't uncommon for old rats, but I knew rats can handle that very well...only problem was you coudn't clean yourself that good anymore. So I had to start to bath you which you hated. And I hated it too. Then you started to become blind on your left eye..also no problem. Rats can't see that well anyway. Around 2 or 3 weeks ago I noticed you started to become blind on your right eye too...didn't matter. But in the last few days I noticed how you got weaker and didn't eat much of your food. I lived with the fear you could lay dead in the cage at any given time...but yesterday it became unbearable for me to watch you struggle. You hadn't ate anything at all and your movements were weak, a bit disoriented and you were grinding your teeth very often in frustration. The age of your mind didn't matched your body at all...you struggled and it was very hard for me to make a decision. I feared you would starve to death or die of thirst. You suddenly looked so tired...so I called my mom and asked her if she and her bf could drive me to the vet. She even called them for an appointment. In those coming hours I still struggled if I made the correct choice, but whenever I looked at you I felt it would be the right thing. I've had once read in a forum where someone asked how do someone know their pet needs to get put down and every answer were simply "you will know". It's true...I sadly often experienced this..I somehow knew it was the right thing to do but still struggled with that decision.

Waiting at the vet was like hell...but when the time came the assisant brought me into a room, went out to bring my mother in, so she also could say goodbye to you. I wrapped you in a snuggly blanket and hold you thight on my lap..scracthed you behind the ears..then you started to boogle...I don't know if you were bruxing so hard out of anxiety because everything smelled weird and you weren't home or because you knew you wouldn't have to struggle much longer and enjoyed some cuddles with me for the last time. Since I never had heard much about boggling while being stressed or in fear I want to believe it was the latter. The vet than gave you the first injection...you became sleepy and I didn't stop petting you for the next 10 minutes. I told you many times how much I love you..how much I will miss you and you better tell your brothers I love them too when you will be with them again. My mother told you the same and also gave you some scratches behind the ears. When the vet came in again with the second syringe I started to cry even more. When she gave you the injection you weren't fully asleep yet...you started to fidget and to see how she stabbed you with it was horrible....I hope you had no pain in that moment..but somehow I'm not convinced of that. You quickly fell asleep this time and not even a few minutes later you were gone....and not even a day later I'm sitting here..still angry..still traumatized...still feeling terribly guilty that I put you through this. I hope you can forgive me if the vet truly put you in pain in your last moment.

I hope your journey over the rainbow bridge ☁️🌈☁️ was more pleasant. I miss you so much. I barely can't stand looking at the now empty cage....my fuzzy five...all gone now.

[koreandragon]

I don’t get it I really don’t you got seojun great guy who looks tough but is all soft inside he’s respectful and well sexy asf and then u got suho is he handsome? sure but I can’t even see that because of his ugly character his possessives that’s becoming seriously alarming really just wait till he will be the one to pick jugyeongs friends for her...like what does she see in him it boogles my mind really

after every true beauty episode i need to watch some astro stuff to cleanse my mind of evil eunwoo, like i need to watch him be himself that’s not suho you know...

this drama is like it was made in 2010 when cold rich male leads always got the girl and the soft poor second lead didn’t. he was a bit more bearable this ep but his posessiveness still shows and it’s throwing me off so much, i can’t even enjoy watching nunu because of fuckin suho i will never forgive them for that

[etlunainmorte]

***

Day 24 - Name

***

V knew hanging out with Patty would turn his world upside down.

Well, fortunately for the teenager, V was a very patient man.

He just didn't know how to react when, one day, Patty decided to make a social media account for him.

To be fair, he was the one who asked the help of the teen with his new gadget, since he couldn't disturb Nero or Kyrie, and Nico told him she's too busy making a new weapon to be tested out next month. He knew Dante would know next to nothing about computers, and Vergil would just go about poking the sleek, black thing aimlessly while reading the manual over and over again, just like him.

Simply put, he has no other choice but to turn to the Poker Queen for help. And V could safely say that his laptop was in the right hands, albeit feeling a bit culture - shocked with the things he has learned so far with technology.

And now, the chit actually wanted to make a social media account for him.

"I'm very certain I have no use for it." The poet insisted for the third time that day.

"Oh, believe me! You'll find this very useful someday." The teen ignored V's words as she tapped and tinkered on the poet's brand new laptop like she owned the thing. "Besides, how would you buy yourself some ebooks if you don't even have an email?"

"I prefer my old physical copies, thank you very much."

"And how would you get yourself a girlfriend if you don't even have a messaging app?"

"I'm sure I'm not looking for a girlfriend as of the moment,... "

And to this, Patty just dramatically rolled her eyes. "You'll see what I mean when you finally have your very own social media account, boomer."

"Sorry?"

"Nothing,... " the girl playfully sang as the screen of his laptop showed a login screen of a website called, Boogle. There were many blank spaces to be answered, and the bright colors of the screen were already making the poet's eyes hurt.

"What is your full name?" Patty asked a few moments later.

V was a bit confused. He never really have a name to call his own, save for the one alias he’s always using.

"Well, I - " V slightly stammered, at once feeling a little bit lost. "I' am,... not exactly Vergil."

"Of course, you aren't." Patty answered with much sarcasm.

Maybe, it really is the time to create my very own name,...

The poet's gaze wandered about the living room, looking for a clue, anything, that would give him a proper idea for the perfect name. He looked at his books, gazed at the few little paintings hanging on the wall, he even looked at the various magazines stacked on the table next to the laptop.

And still, he couldn't think of anything. His mind was completely blank.

I'm not prepared for this,...

"Well,... ?" The girl asked, still waiting for his answer, her fingers ready to tap on the keyboard. "Should I put,... Vincent?"

"No."

"Hmm, what about Victor?" Patty said, her lips forming a huge O in awe. "Oh! You could be Victor Blake! I'm pretty sure it suits you."

"It sounds,... too tragic." The poet answered, an image of himself as an impoverished but talented Victorian era poet suddenly popping in his head.

"Oh! I know! Valerio Borges sounds like a romantic name!" And clearly, Patty was watching too much television,...

"I'm sure it does but,... it doesn't suit me." V answered with a smirk.

"Hohoho, Valerio,... heehee!" Griffon, who was listening in on their conversation the entire time, laughed and snickered, mocking V.

Ignoring Griffon's taunts, V went back to the important task at hand,...

... until he found something on the bright screen of his laptop.

"That." V spoke, pointing at something at the lower right corner of the screen.

"Huh? Ahh, that's just an ad, V." Patty answered. And it was! A simple and minimalistic - looking ad featuring online language classes, including Latin, Chinese, German and various other languages.

"Interesting." V whispered, his eyes still on the ad, mesmerized by the English words that suddenly dissolved like ash and turned into their foreign language counterparts.

Then, all of a sudden, he saw the word.

Life

There,... it clicked.

Vitale

He carefully pronounced the word. "Vitale.

Patty hummed, then typed the name.

Vitale Sparda

"It's,... actually really nice." Patty said with a nod of approval.

"It is." V answered with a content smile.

***

[tsipasce]

Same Difference, ch.03

A/N: so two cute idiots walk into a tea shop...

Chapters: 01  |  02 | 04

AO3 | Fanfic

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shiiiiiiit. She thought as she shakily sipped the tea she had just made.  It had been an hour or so since she escaped, and the gravity of the situation once again settled on Nanami’s shoulders. She realized just what it meant to have left her purse in his car. If it had just been her phone and cards, she could go and replace them, but what really concerned her was her I.D. If there was any sensitive information he was after, he was certainly going to find it on there. “He knows my address…” she realized aloud.

No amount of SleepyTime tea would be able to fix this. I’m doomed...

It was getting late in the day and without any of her cards or phones, she was stranded in her apartment, waiting for the worst. However, she did have some old pots and pans lying around. It’s not the strongest metal, but it’ll at least make a lot of noise if they’re broken and give me time to escape if shit hits the fan. She broke down the metal objects and reformed them into a considerable amount of deadbolt locks on her front door and windows. As she went to check how things looked outside, she saw it: It’s that same damn car.

Nanami immediately shut her blinds and had a mini freak-out. Why in the world did I think they wouldn’t follow me? Fmllll.

Freaking out wasn’t helping, so she decided to refocus and calm herself by planning and researching her would-be opponent. If he decided to make good on his last threat, she at least needed to know who she was up against. She pulled out her laptop and remembered she was able to check her phone notifications through it. There were no notifications and for the first time she was glad her inbox was so dry. Clearing her mind, she tried to remember details that would tell her who she was up against.

“Overhaul”. That’s what the driver seemed to call him. Is that his villian name? Nanami figured it was worth a shot, assuming she’d probably find some petty criminal’s rap sheet. Though if she was being honest with herself, he was much more intimidating than your average delinquent. She pulled up Boogle and searched the name. She unfortunately got her answer.

… You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

It was then that all of the hints she had missed before came crashing down as she saw the words “yakuza” and “Hassakai” plastered on her screen. She had to be the unluckiest woman alive, she was thoroughly convinced of that now.

After taking a personal moment to scream into one of the throw pillows on her sofa, Nanami decided to press onward in the hopes of finding out about his quirk. He hadn’t been able to use it yesterday, but she was sure he would try again if given the chance. This piece of information was much harder to find, but not impossible. A couple gruesome articles later and she found what she was looking for. The article read “ His quirk is suspected to involve the disassembly and reassembly of anything that he touches at a molecular structural level upon touching the target with his bare hands.”

She reread, and then reread it again. And again. This is impossible. “That’s my quirk.” Though she had to keep it a secret most of her life, she suddenly felt almost angry that someone else had it, that he had it. She hid her powers, always being careful to understate her quirk, then here comes this asshole using it without a care in the world. The more she thought about it, the more she began to question whether she was angrier at him for owning it, or at herself for rejecting it. Before she could make the existential breakthrough, the Dr. Nanami Watanabe part of her brain brought up the obvious question, rousing her from her thoughts:

“How in the world do two people that aren’t related have the exact same quirk? Has that ever even happened before? What does this even mean?” she had to ask herself aloud. I have to talk to him, she realized, grimacing at the thought.

It would be incredibly dangerous given who he is, but as it stood, he had all her information—probably more considering his connections—and she couldn’t talk to anyone else about it and risk getting them involved. Besides, for whatever reason, he wasn’t able to use it on me the last time. Maybe it was just a fluke, but I have to at least try and find out. Considering this, his behavior (well, some of it) began to make sense. If she were a yakuza boss and found out someone else was walking around with your very specific, and possibly very destructive quirk, she’d probably want to have a talk with them too.

Cautiously looking out the window, the car was still there. It was a long shot, but she hoped they had her phone in front of them so she could send a civil invitation to meet from a distance. She reopened the phone messenger on her laptop and began to type. Nanami had written a lot of serious messages in her life, but this one definitely took the cake.

After rewriting it a couple times she settled on a riveting, final draft:

Dear Overhaul,

I know who you are. Let’s chat.

*send*

Looking at the message, she commented dryly “I should’ve just dropped out of med school and become a writer. Great work, Nanami *facepalm*”. After a message like that, she was sure he’d think she was an idiot and she wouldn’t blame him one bit. He may not respond, but at least she can say she tried. If he agrees, then there’s a slight chance we could come to an understanding and he won’t merc me on sight. Maybe.

Just as doubt was about to rear its ugly head, three dots appeared.

Nanami’s eyes were glued to the screen in anticipation while her ears were still straining to hear if there was any commotion outside her door. The dots disappear.

 “Tomorrow at 8AM.” The text read. She wasn’t sure if it was the man himself, but it didn’t matter. Death threats or not, she didn’t wake up that early on a Sunday for anyone but the Lord himself.

“No can do. Tomorrow, noon, at Matcha Mastery” She replied. If anything went down, she at least wanted to get one last fix from her favorite shop.

The three dots appeared and reappeared at least 4 times. Whoever was responding was being careful about what they wrote.

“Fine.”

Or not..

And just like that, she had a date with the devil for tea.

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Sleeping was near-impossible that night. Though she had set a time and place, there was also little stopping him from sending in a couple of his “colleagues” to make a preemptive strike. Thankfully, the night went by without incident, the mysterious car having only left at daybreak. After checking her locks one more time, Nanami set an alarm for 11:00 AM and passed out.

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The alarm blared and she woke up with a start, the anxiety from the day before bubbling up to the surface. After going through her usual routine, she went to her closet and stared blankly. She had never been more confused as to what to wear, it was a meeting with a class B villain, after all. Do I wear a sensible pantsuit or a dramatic gown with a fur coat made of dalmatian puppies? Thinking it best to be as inconspicuous as possible, she went for a third option: her favorite sleeveless black turtleneck, some high-rise jeans with a black leather belt and black leather boots. Putting her hair into her signature ponytail, she checked her watch, “11:45, just enough time to walk there.”

Though she’d made this walk a hundred times, today it felt excruciatingly long. She’d say it was like marching to her own execution, but thought it best not to speak something with such a high probability into existence. Five minutes later and she had arrived.

There were only a few other people in the small shop, but she thought it best to sit upstairs in one of the private rooms. She put in her order and headed upstairs to wait and mentally prepare. Enough privacy where they won’t be able to hear our conversation, but public enough that I can call for help if things go south, she plotted internally. Just then, her order was called, and she headed down the stairs. As she took the last step she heard someone else come in and looked towards the door to see him there. He hadn’t noticed her yet and went to order. For a moment, she observed him from afar. He wasn’t wearing his signature mask or jacket, but donned a simple black mask, button-down shirt and slacks with a gray tie instead. She was surprised at how different he looked. Speaking of surprises, he was actually being very courteous to the staff, What a stark contrast to the guy that threw me in the back of a car yesterday… She commented inwardly. Nanami was so focused on her thoughts she didn’t realize that her stare was being returned. She quickly snapped out of it and looked away, feeling a tinge of embarrassment lightly stain her cheeks. He subtly raised an eyebrow, but his expression stayed otherwise the same.

Not wanting to lose her air of confidence so quickly, Nanami poised herself and walked confidently over, reaching past him to get her order, his eyes never leaving her. Without a word, she turned on her heel, returned to the private room upstairs and waited, her heart racing after having been that close. A few minutes later she heard someone walking up the stairs and braced herself for the encounter. Overhaul calmly walked into the small room, sat across from her, and stared. It seemed as if neither of them knew how to start the conversation which she found surprisingly comforting at first, but then she remembered why they were there in the first place.

They sat in that heavy, awkward silence for what felt like an eternity, neither one of them breaking eye contact. Nanami usually wouldn't be this hostile right off the bat, but after their encounter yesterday, she made an exception. His gaze was intense and still borderline homicidal as he studied her, but she knew she couldn't afford to show signs of weakness and look away. While focusing so intently on his eyes, she could swear she saw a tinge of curiosity. Hm. I can work with that. Truces have been made on less, right? She convinced herself, deciding it was time to put a knife to the growing tension. "Alright, let's chat." she began confidently. His eye twitched ever so slightly at this and she could tell he was still contemplating less pleasant, nonverbal forms of communication. "Why were you following me yesterday?" "No. That isn't how this is going to work. I'm questioning you." He replied sternly, almost cutting her off. "You can think that, but I'd like to remind you what happened the last time you tried to corner me with questions. How's your stomach feeling, by the way?" Nanami asked innocently, though her face was smug. At this she could see his face shift to a look of disbelief, then quickly regress to anger and a bit of embarrassment. She could tell he wasn't used to being talked to like this. She was skating on thin ice, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy watching him react. The silence continued and Nanami sipped her tea, raising her brows at him expectantly. Not being able to use his quirk to shift the balance, he came to terms with the fact that he'd have to answer her at some point. "On Friday you were snooping around Hassakai territory, accosted one of my subordinates. Then you proceeded to destroy construction site materials. It's not odd that I would have to investigate such a suspicious character." He stated matter-of-factly as he crossed his arms over his chest, sure of himself. Nanami looked around dramatically, gesturing, “Am I in the Twilight zone? That's not at all what happened. I didn't accost anyone or destroy anything, I saved him by--" she abruptly stopped, thinking it best not to confirm what he may or may not know about her quirk. Or is it “our” quirk? Gross. She then continued " I saved your subordinate and I get thanked by almost being kidnapped? Make it make sense." "If that's true, then explain how you did it. In detail." He replied, but it sounded too much like a dare. She knew what he wanted to hear but was afraid of the consequences if he got his answer. Overhaul decided to take the initiative and provoke a demonstration out of her, since the explanation was taking too long for his liking. After glancing around to ensure they were alone, he took a napkin, and wiped down her mug. Nanami was watching him intently now. He began removing his glove and she reflexively flinched at the movement, remembering the threats from yesterday. He noticed and moved slightly slower, before removing it completely. He then took her mug, examining it.

A germaphobe who has to touch things to activate his quirk, huh? No wonder he's so grumpy. Nanami thought.

Just as she was about to ask what he was doing, he raised the mug between them and disassembled it, the particles now in free fall. Before Nanami thought, she reacted, placing her hand beneath the soon-to-be mess, catching and reassembling the particles at they fell. She looked at the now intact mug and realized she had done exactly what he wanted. Crap. She hesitantly lifted her gaze to meet his and saw a hint of... wonder? Is he happy about this? She wondered, but the rest of his expression was that of suspicion. "Explain." He commanded in a low voice. She knew it was too late now. No amount of strategy would get her out of this explanation. "I.. I researched you—I mean your quirk— last night, and well… it's the same as mine. Exactly the same." She added the last part clearing her throat, now looking down, her mind going a mile a minute at the declaration. He paused a beat before responding. "It truly is a virus." He said with disgust. Say what now? Nanami had a couple of ideas as to how he'd react, but this was not one of them. "Pardon?" "Quirks. They are the virus of this generation." He continued. Still puzzled, but curious, Nanami prodded, "You mean, literally or in some philosophical, villain-y way?" "Both. Everyone has ascribed to the label of either hero or villain, intoxicated by their own delusions of grandeur. All because they've been given powers by a virus derived from rats. It's filthy." "No, no, no," Nanami mentally switched gears to become Dr. Watanabe, " while I agree hero and villain complexes can be dangerous in equal measure, and they might be a ‘moral virus', quirks are not biologically viruses. They're hereditary mutations," she stated confidently. "Well, you don't look like one of my relatives." He replied plainly, sizing her up. They both knew he had a point. " I.. I can't explain that. But it's widely known that quirks are hereditary." " Known or theorized?" " Science doesn't work that way. Even things we're almost 100% sure of are still sometimes considered theory. Doesn't make it any less true." "One, I know how science works. And two, it also doesn't make it 100% true. You can't ignore data just because it contradicts your beliefs." At this Nanami thought for a moment before deciding they needed to refocus and come to terms on a truce. "Well. What now? I can't have you tailing and threatening me with abduction." "And I can't have someone with my quirk walking around, ready to be weaponized by my enemies…How can you assure me you won't be a problem?" Is he throwing me a bone? "Look, I'm a semi-law-abiding citizen just trying to live a relatively quiet life, and I have no hero license. I haven’t the reason nor the means to cause trouble." "You already have. Yesterday I was...” He cleared his throat, “…unable to execute my quirk." Geez that sounded like it hurt to say… Nanami thought. He continued, "However, you were able to utilize yours against me. There is an imbalance and it must be rectified." "But I have no idea how that happened. It was a fluke!"

" You can't be sure of that." He stated, and she knew he was right. Just as she was afraid of coming the negotiations would come to an impasse, he continued, "But I can. Let me study you." Her eyes shot open wide at that suggestion, " And lock me away in whatever yakuza hideout cell you've probably already constructed for me? No, thank you." "So you're not the least bit curious as to why something you claim is hereditary behaves like a virus? Why you were unaffected by overhaul yesterday?" "You were going to disassemble me??" Nanami asked in disbelief, though her professional and personal curiosity were indeed piqued at the prospect of researching their shared quirk. He looked confused and answered as though she was the weird one," Of course. I was going to overhaul your arms and then return them to you once I knew the threat had been neutralized." " You were going to ‘return my arms’? How considerate of you." She said sarcastically. "But still, the answer is no." "So you're not curious?" He pushed, knowing the answer. "No. I mean yes! But I'm not going to become a lab rat." Just then, an epiphany struck her. It would be a long shot, but it was her best shot at a truce and to get her questions answered. She had to at least try.

"But I would be willing to become a lab

partner,

" she said, raising her eyebrows, hoping he would accept the proposition.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, we could work together to figure this out. We’re both looking for answers so our goal would be the same, I’m a whole ass doctor, and I can tell by how you remove your gloves you at least know basic lab practices. All you have to do is guarantee you won't harm me or anyone I associate with. I should be able to go about my life without worrying about what you might do to me... Do we have a deal?"

He paused thoughtfully, and she could tell he was genuinely considering the proposal. He looked her in the eye, searching for any signs of deception until he finally spoke, "Under one condition," She was both relieved he was going to accept and afraid of what he could possibly ask of her. " You must work in my lab under my supervision. I will also monitor you and your communications."

"Yes to your lab. No to monitoring." Nanami shot back without hesitation.

He looked vexed, and countered, "You must never speak of our arrangement, and we will have mutually agreed upon check-ins."

"... Deal."

" Good."

Nanami knew better than to offer her hand to a germaphobe and instead opted to start their partnership out on the right foot. She gracefully rose, casually brushed off her pants and walked around to his side of the table. Looking at him seriously now, she began " If we're going to be partners, let's do this properly," she then bowed as she would to any new colleague, " I look forward to working with you, Mr. Overhaul."

He was silent, and Nanami was getting nervous, not knowing how he would respond. He stared at her a beat. She couldn’t see it, but he was pleasantly stunned. Recognizing her consideration, he rose in a similar fashion and returned her gesture, "And I you, Dr. Watanabe."

[topazshadowwolf]

What are some family outings that Toriel and Sans go on?

The first big outing they go on is to the beach! Toriel remembers going to the beach as a child before the war and wants Sans and Papyrus to enjoy it. It’s nice. But she still finds sand in her fur weeks later and Sans had difficulty moving with all the sand that got trapped in his joints after Undyne and Papyrus bury him. Even after Toriel helped him was it out his joints were sore from all the gritting every time he moved for a few days.

They decide once is enough.

Next they go to the zoo, which boogles both Sans and Papyrus’s minds. Both read how big some of these animals are but there’s a difference between reading and seeing for yourself. The pictures in the books did not prepare them.

NASA visitors center and museums are also big hits. Sans has a good poker face, but Frisk and Toriel know he’s amazed when he just stands by quietly, staring at whatever has his attention. Toriel enjoys camping trips with the family too. She plans them, and she chooses things that are educational in one way or another.

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Shooting For Stars: Chapter 1

Summary: 

Hyuna Lee just started college, and while procrastinating decided to give a popular MMO called LOLOL a try. Here she will meet new friends, battle monsters, part takes in epic quests, and potentially find love!

Most of this will take place in LOLOL at the beginning.

This takes place a year/ year and a half after Seven's good end, and the secret endings. Yoosung x OC

**Update's once a week**

Smut in later chapters, of course ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ Hyuna groaned as she sat staring at her computer. Her assignment was to draw something that inspires you, some sort of introductory assignment for the Professor to get to know her small class of Art Student Misfits. Nothing seemed to inspire her as of late, and no matter what she did manage to sketch out onto screen seemed to call her out: The Un-Inspired Art Student with no muse or motivation. Her fingers ran the length of her caramel brown locks, and her nails lightly scratched her scalp trying to ease her growing frustrations. Hazel glared at the taunting screen before her, daring it to keep on challenging her. 

After what seemed like an eternity, the artist sighed in defeat. Nothing was coming to her, and the lines she had managed to get down didn’t seem to be coming together as anything. Annoyed with herself and lack of a muse, she set her tablet to the side and opened her social media. Not much was going on, and she didn’t really have any friends anymore. Her sister posted a photo of her and her little class of second graders. They were cute and her sister looked happy. Smiling at the photo she offered it a thumbs up. 

When she was done scrolling her newsfeed she opened boogle. Bored she searched for fun things to do on the internet. The search results varied in interest, but an ad on the web page she was on showed a popular MMO and a free trial. Curious she clicked it and went to the homepage of the game. She read of the spec’s and nodded noting it would work on her pc. She clicked the download icon and downloaded it. 

Hazel eyes read every bit of detail the game had to offer her as it booted up the character creator. Feeling a little nervous, having never played an MMO before and unsure if she’d actually like being in contact with actual people. Logically she knew she could just play solo and ignore the events, or even delete her entire account after the free trial ran out and simply say she tried it. Biting a plump bottom lip she was greeted with page after several final updates. 

First, she selected her gender debating on being a boy, but ultimately settled for female solely because she knew their armor would be cuter the further she got into the game. She clicked through the races and settled on an elf. She smiled customizing the hairstyle and making the hair a lovely hue of blue. The eyes matched her avatar's hair. Hyuna chooses the least appalling beginner to wear praying she would be able to get something that wasn’t such an eyesore to wear easily. Overall the artist was pleased with the look of her new online persona and moved onto the next page.

Here she had to choose a username. Chewing on her lip she knew she go to Sapphire would be already taken in such a massive game, but gave it a go anyway. Slightly disappointed when it was already taken she contemplated what to use. She typed in several weird spelling of the name before Sapfyre worked. Making a surprised and pleased noise, she made haste to click the arrow button that would take her into the game. 

The screen loaded and she took her time going through the tutorial and getting the hang of the world, and command functions. Hyuna watched as her pretty avatar moved about doing little missions and basically busy work with prompt boxes explaining the gameplay.

 Soon enough she had completed her ‘training’ and was warped to a busy square full of other players. Hyuna blushed feeling slightly overwhelmed by the sheer number of avatars on the screen. She had picked one of the busier servers, but she hadn’t imagined it’d be this popular. Chewing her lip she ran around getting used to the shops and how the currency worked. Hazel eyes scanned the screen and took notice of where the world chat was, besides it was a little icon that lights up red with a little 1 beside it. Curious she clicked it and noticed it was the private messaging system. 

SupermanYoosung★: Hey you look lost ^^ SupermanYoosung★: You must be new! SupermanYoosung★: If you want help doing some quest or anything let me know. Hyuna tapped the pads of her fingers against her lips reading the message over and over again honestly wanting to take them up on their offer. Yet, she also felt rather shy about it too, it was strange. It wasn’t like it was a real interaction with someone, just two gamer bros going on a digital epic quest, so to speak. That being said, the artist wasn’t really a people person. Taking a moment to think about the other player's offer she opened the tab at the top that showed the servers rankings and who was online at the moment. Hazel went wide as she stared at the first couple name’s noticing the friendly strangers rank. They where rank number 2, basically LOLOL royalty. Hyuna let out a girlish giggle in disbelief. She clicked back onto her private messages and re-read the person’s name. It was for sure rank #2 SupermanYoosung. Before her brain could catch up to her fingers the typed with speed across her keyboard. 

Sapfyre: Oh wow! Sapfyre: I just check up on you, and it says your rank #2 ^^; Sapfyre: You must have better things to do than help a little noob like myself!

Before she knew it an impressive tank build avatar ran towards her. Hyuna bumped her forehead lightly with her fist watching as he positioned himself next to her Hobo of an Elf avatar. What a contrast that was to behold. However, if he did have time to waste with her, she almost wanted to beg him to help her get something more suitable for her avatar to wear. Something less beggar and painstakingly noob. 

SupermanYoosung★: Hahaha Yup! That’s me, I’m pretty awesome, huh? 

Hyuna couldn’t help but roll her eyes as a smile played at the edge of her mouth.

SupermanYoosung★: I’m also pretty free at the moment. I have no issue bussing you through some dungeons and helping you get some decent equipment.  SupermanYoosung★: Plus once you get passed level 20 you can join guilds! SupermanYoosung★: If you want, I can invite you to mine, haha!

This person seemed pretty nice and welcoming, Hyuna mused smiling to herself. She didn’t want to get his hopes up, nonetheless. Still unsure if she wanted to pay for the month to month subscription, or would even bother logging in again once she decided she had procrastinated enough for the evening and got back to her assignment. Best to play it coy. 

Sapfyre: Well alright then!  Sapfyre: Lolol can you add me to the party, I have absolutely no idea what I am doing  SupermanYoosung★: Oh! Sure thing!

The notification of a party invitation popped up. Hyuna clicked it and accepted. Soon there was an Icon over the two opposing in style avatars linking them together. 

Sapfyre: Wow they really go out and show you who you're with, huh? Sapfyre: We should get out of the public eye, haha… Someone like you hanging out with a LOLOL hobo can’t be good for the reputation! ^^ SupermanYoosung★: lol naw, it’s fine, I’m buying potions. I’ve got a feeling you’re gonna need them at the start ^^ SupermanYoosung★: I know just the Dungeon that shares exp! It’s pretty high rank, but I can handle the monsters myself. You can just sit back and enjoy the show! Cheer for me too! Sapfyre: I might be a noob, but I do freelance as a cheerleader on the side Sapfyre: It’s not much, but it’s honest work~ Sapfyre: Go! Yoosung! GO!  SupermanYoosung★: Haha! I didn’t expect you to actually cheer for me >_< SupermanYoosung★: Now I definitely have to help you get to at least level 20!

Hyuna’s character automatically followed the party leader’s avatar about the busy town square. There was an option to turn it off, but she didn’t feel like it. It was fun watching the two of them run around side by side as this Yoosung got the supplies she would most likely need to brave the dungeon. The artist clicked on her avatar and gasped in surprise. 

Sapfyre: There are little social action commands! Sapfyre: Ooooh~ 

She made her Elf do a little tribal type dance around Yoosung. She giggled as he made his brolly tank dance with her in the middle of the square. That was cute! 

SupermanYoosung★: Hahaha >_< SupermanYoosung★: They do! And some of the actions are special to race, gender, and class. SupermanYoosung★: Oh! You get to pick a class at level 10 SupermanYoosung★: Any ideas on a build you want to make? Sapfyre: Thank you for the dance Monsieur~ Sapfyre: I dunno what build to make??? Sapfyre: I guess I want something ranged so I can hang back. 

A box popped up on the screen declaring that SupermanYoosung would like to item share with her. Hyuna clicked yes and his inventory opened along with her own. She flushed when she saw all the cool things he was carrying and how she only held a level 2 stick from one of her tutorial missions at the beginning. She watched as Yoosung threw 99 potions, and 99 mana restore potions at her along with a level 2 wooden helm. She giggled equipping it to her Elf. 

Sapfyre: Now my look is finally complete. What a sexy helm! SupermanYoosung★: lololol, sooo sexy~ SupermanYoosung★: Back on the topic of builds SupermanYoosung★: Ever consider being a support healer? SupermanYoosung★: It’s sooo hard to find a decent one D:

Sapfyre: I dunno if I’d make a good support ^^; Sapfyre: If they are hard to find there must be a reason right?

SupermanYoosung★: They just don’t know how to build themselves, and/or try to fight when the tanks have the situation covered and die, SupermanYoosung★: I never built a healer before, but I do know a few things. I could help you if you want?

Sapfyre: Welllllllll Sapfyre: Sure why not~~! Sapfyre: Since you’re helping me out so much already, I don’t mind trying to be a healer for you.

SupermanYoosung★: Thank you! SupermanYoosung★: Rest of the guild will be so jealous when I show off my own personal little healer~ haha~

Sapfyre: >_< lololol I’m shy~

Hyuna bit her lip re-reading the messages. It almost felt like this guy or girl or whatever they are was flirting with her. They couldn’t possibly know she was a girl. She assumed many male players would make a female avatar, let's be honest, the higher rank armor leaves little to the imagination. She wrote off the interaction as this Yoosung being friendly and excited to help her create a healer support he seemed to need desperately. 

SupermanYoosung★: Haha that’s okay! SupermanYoosung★: Do you have a headset, it’s easier to chat that way while in dungeons.

The artist flushed again at the thought of letting a stranger hear her voice. She could see why it would be more convenient. Seeing as she had never played an online game, and preferred solo JRPG’s or Horror survival-

Sapfyre: I never required a headset before

SupermanYoosung★: It’s okay, it just means we are gonna crawl dungeons a bit slower since we’ll have to type to one another. 

Sapfyre: ^^; I’ll look into investing in one in the future. Sapfyre: I’m on a college student allowance, it’ll have to be a cheap one.

SupermanYoosung★: Haha, I’m a student too. I get what you mean. SupermanYoosung★: No shame in having an off-brand HS since you’re just starting SupermanYoosung★: I’m gonna teleport us to a level 30 dungeon. Keep your guard up

Sapfyre: Sure thing ^^

They were off, the screen turned into a load for a moment before both of them spawned in a dungeon. The artist smiled as she watched the other player navigate the surrounding area. She was careful to fall back when zombie looking monstered spawned and swarmed them. All level 30, which made sense, Yoosung had stated it was a high-rank dungeon. Turns out level grind was a bit of a grind, even for beginners. Luckily it was a shared exp dungeon and since there were only two of them in the party it got split in half. Slowly where minimal communication since she lacked a headset they crawled through the Dungeon. Yoosung was kind enough to allow her to loot the corpses and the treasure chests. 

They had even run into some other players who would say hello to Yoosung via the world chat. They had custom speech bubbles, and Hyuna was interested in obtaining some of her own. It was impressive how immersive this game was. You could build sperate skills like smithing, mining, fishing, cooking, act. It was super customizable. Yoosung had rattled off about how there was an event boss just recently and the cool stuff he got for himself. Hyuna smiled, sometimes even giggling to herself as she read Yoosung’s messages. 

Even though she had gotten some pretty decent armor and weapon’s they couldn’t be equipped before she was level 30. It was probably a power scale to disallow players to equip armor so far above themselves early. Yoosung assured her in a few sessions he would have her beefed up and ready to stand on her own in no time. Hyuna despite herself agreed to meet up tomorrow evening and found herself genuinely enjoying the game. Maybe she was just enjoying Yoosung’s company, who knew. 

Once they finished the dungeon, Yoosung warped them back into the town square and sent her a friend request. Hyuna didn’t even think twice as she accepted it. 

SupermanYoosung★: This way we will get notifications when either of us logs on, and it even shows where we are on the map.  SupermanYoosung★: I’m gonna be on a little while longer, you good?

Hyuna looked at the clock and gasped blinking, unbelieving what she was thinking. Had she really wasted three hours? Was it really 1 am?

Sapfyre: OMFG!!!! It’s 1 am!!! I have an assignment due tomorrow morning! SupermanYoosung★: It’s 1 am for me too, we must be pretty close. Lolol SupermanYoosung★: You should go get the project done SupermanYoosung★: Guess I’ll see you tomorrow~ ^^

Sapfyre: Ya tomorrow! I’ll be off! Sapfyre: Enjoy ruling the online virtual world!

With that Hyuna was quick to log off and sighed to herself. It had only meant to be an hour break, and somehow she got so caught up in it she was looking at either failing her first assignment or not sleeping. Looking at the clock she grabbed her a tablet and the pen and looked at whatever these lines she had drawn were suppose to be. Deciding to delete all the progress she had apparently made, she settled herself in for a long night of drawing her assignment for her 8 am class.