#bye for now!!!!! maybe i will post art soon! i have a bunch but don’t really feel like posting rn

[ananas-pineapple-thing]

dies from too much internet usage 😳

[chasingpj]

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

"Bye, for now, puddles."

pairing: percy jackson x child of hecate!reader

words: 6,220

warnings: a little angst, missing a meal, death of a parent, i believe that is all.

timeline: post sea of monsters

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a/n: hi hi! I'm so excited to finally get this chapter to you guys. I'm sorry this literally took a month. i was taking two writing-intensive courses this summer and i was just burnt out. i hope you enjoy it!

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten

A grunt escapes you; your contorted body weighs down the top of your suitcase as your damp fingers slip off the metal zipper. The unforgivingly humid weather provokes the heat of your efforts, adding to your discomfort. There’s urgency in your fingers, your frustration growing at each failed attempt to close your suitcase.

“Y/n! Hurry up!” Atticus shouts from outside of the Hermes cabin. As the zipper slips out of your grasp once again, you throw your head back in annoyance, hand coming up to push away wisps of hair that fall on your face. A familiar chuckle comes from the corner of the room, grabbing your attention from the wooden ceiling. Connor sits on the side of his bed; his comic book forgotten beside him as you fussing over your suitcase seems to be more interesting to him.

“It’s not funny,” you grumble, sitting onto your heels.

Connor rises from his bed, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk. He kneels by your suitcase, “It’s kinda funny.”

The corners of your mouth almost curve up, but you stop yourself, opting for a roll of your eyes instead.

“What the hades do you have in here?” The tips of his fingers turn white as he pulls on the little piece of metal. You shift your weight to the corner he works on, but it helps him as much as it helped you earlier.

“My brother’s left a bunch of books behind, so Lou Ellen and I split them up. She’s taking half, and I take the rest. We’ll study them and then exchange notes.” A hum of acknowledgment comes from Connor’s lips as he inches the suitcase closed.

“You guys are a bunch of nerds.” You squint at the other with a playful offense, and he laughs at your hardened features. “I bet you guys study more than the Athena Kids,” he teases.

“There’s a lot to learn,” you say simply, watching as he brings the zipper to the end. He leans back on his heels, and you move to take in the half-empty cabin.

The sight of the Hermes cabin being this tidy was foreign. There aren’t any sleeping bags on the floor; the belongings of your many cabin mates didn’t clutter the walls or the corners of the room as they usually do. It’s funny. There are always complaints of the cabin being too small, but it appears bigger without the mess.

“Will you and Atticus visit throughout the year?” Connor’s expression is hopeful. As the last day of camp approached, Connor’s wishes of a full cabin all year round became more apparent. The shift from a max-capacity cabin to a half-empty one must be a tough transition for social people like Stoll Brothers. If it were you, you’d be counting down the days of everyone’s departure.

You ruffle his brown locks, “we’ll probably stop by for, maybe, spring break?” Connor’s hopefulness begins to sag, and you frown. Spring break is pretty far from now, huh? “Depending on how mortal life treats us. You know, we might be back soon,” you add on quickly, hoping to lift his smile.

Though you wish to go home, you’re dreading all the supernatural activity you’ll have to deal with once you leave. Your father works tirelessly to protect the house, but entities always manage to get in. And if they can’t, they don’t mind hanging outside.

The hopefulness that faded from Connor’s face restores, and he gives you that famous mischievous smirk. “Well, I hope the ghosts bother you guys enough to come to visit early.” His tone is playful, but you can tell he meant some of his words. You laugh hesitantly and nod, rising from your suitcase.

“I’m glad you’re that eager to see us again.”

You thank him as he leans down, lifting the heavy suitcase from the ground for you.

“Y/n!”

“I’m coming!” You tug on the handle, glancing at Connor. “The year will go by fast, and soon this cabin will be bursting at the nails with new unclaimed people. Atticus, Lou, and I included. Anyways, you have your brother. You guys will find something to entertain yourselves.” You nudge him as you make your way outside.

“Yeah, you’re right. You will write to me, yeah?” Connor asks.

“Of course. I’ll send you snacks that you can’t buy at the gas station.” Connor’s arm pumps back to his side, hand in a fist as he hisses a “yes.”

The corners up your mouth hesitantly pull up as you push open the cabin door, finding Atticus and Travis talking on the porch. For the past week, the anticipation of your departure was killing you, but now that it was time to leave, you feel gloomy.

You knew the cause of your heavy heart was the uneasy tone of your going. Living day by day with the intention of moving on was hard. Because every time you look at their newly occupied beds, the sinking feeling in your chest returns. Every time you find yourself wandering in the forest, the memories of your often chaotic magic lessons flood your mind. You remember when Alice misaimed her wind spell, shooting Alabaster far into the trees. While you all rushed to check on him, Alice burst into tears because she was convinced she killed him only to approach a laughing Alabaster who shouted, “Right on!”

Every time you were in the Arts and Crafts center, you remember how you, Sage, and Lou would do Tarot Readings for the campers and how you would argue with the Apollo kids when they insisted your tarot cards are as honest as fortune cookies.

At the armory, you remember how Ambrose ran into James so hard, he stumbled and knocked down half of the shelves of weapons.

In the courtyard, you remember how Ernest, horrified by heights, produced the highest pitch scream he possibly could as he rode a pegasus for the first time under the persuasion of Alabaster.

All these memories, whether hilarious like your spell mishaps or bittersweet like when you and your sibling’s group hugged around Sage when she cried about her abusive stepmother, held a special place in your heart. Because the times where you laughed and cried together reminded you of the genuine bond, the family that was ripped away from you overnight.

“We'll see you guys soon. We should go. Argus will leave without us," Atticus says, relieved that Argus is still waiting for you on top of Half-Blood Hill.

“Have a safe trip, guys,” Travis says, patting Atticus’s shoulder before reaching out his arm and giving you a short side hug. You grab your things, hastily saying a final goodbye, and soon, you and Atticus are trudging up the hill.

Your free hand pats the pocket of your shorts, calming your worry of forgetting the necklace at the cabin. What rests in your pocket is a raw tourmaline crystal, now smooth with the help of Beckendorf, encased in a silver spiral cage.

You and Atticus carry protection crystals all the time, and they help with staying out of the radar of monsters and entities. After hearing Percy’s many stories of monsters bothering him, you figured he couldn’t be too cautious. Then after finding a spell in Alabaster’s many books that can dim down a demigod scent for a while, you decided to make him an enchanted necklace to wear.

You pack into the truck with Atticus right on time. Atticus sits in front of you, chatting away with Cecil as you make yourself comfortable in the back row with Ambrose. You frown; among the three other campers in the van with you, Percy isn’t one of them. Argus peeks into the back, doing a rough headcount. Great, now you’ll have to wait until next summer to give it to him.

Right, when you were going to chastise yourself for not giving him the necklace yesterday when you were done with it, a distant voice shouts, "wait!"

Argus halts in the middle of closing the sliding down and turns around. He shakes his head with disapproval while opening the door all the way, revealing out of breath Percy.

A smile widens across your face as he gets into the back seat with you, and you nudge Atticus’s seat.

"See, I told you we wouldn't be the last ones here.” You side-eye Percy, seeing the corners of his mouth pull up in amusement.

“Some people just don’t know how to get to places on time, huh?” Atticus says, and his eyes flicker to Percy before giving you a wide grin.

“Didn’t sleep in today, firefly?” There is a playfulness in Percy’s voice, and you smile proudly,

“Nope, not today.”

“It’s a miracle,” Percy mutters, loud enough for you to hear, and you scoff. Atticus snickers and nods in agreement.

“We were supposed to gang up on him, not you two on me.” You stick your tongue out at Atticus, and he returns the action.

“It’s more fun making fun of you,” Atticus teases.

“Rude,” you mumble with a slight smile on your face. The two boys chuckle, Atticus turning more into his seat to tell Percy something about a new Marvel movie. Excited voices fill the van as the other boys join in the conversation, and soon they are debating if Batman is really a superhero or just a rich guy in a suit.

You had to admit, as the conversation became more passionate, you were pretty entertained, but as you catch sight of Camp Half-Blood growing farther in the distance, you’re reminded of the ache in your chest. It’s only a temporary leave, but when you return, things will never be the same, and the false hope of your siblings returning has been proven to be foolish.

☆’.･.･:★:･.･.’☆

Following a ghost dog while weaving through the hustle and bustle of Grand Central is almost impossible. Atticus’s hand is latched to the straps of your bookbag as you move through people, trying not to roll your eyes at the way Ambrose turns to bark as if he was reprimanding you for being too slow. Easy for him to say when he can walk through walls and people.

“Track 28,” Atticus reminds you as your eyes find the number written on the tan bricks of the high walls. You make a sharp left towards the entrance of another hallway, ignoring the groans of a grouchy bystander that you may have cut off. The next hallway you enter is a lot less crowded than the main floor, and you slow down your pace.

“Where do you guys live again?” Percy asks as he jogs up beside you. He had insisted on walking you guys since his train departs in the same station.

“Sleepy Hollow.” Percy scrunches his face as if he recalls something, and you smile, waiting for the question everyone asks when you say you live there.

“Have you seen the headless horsemen?” Percy asks, half-joking. A snort leaves your throat, and you look at Atticus, who’s equally amused.

“Oh yeah, plenty of times.”

“Really?” Percy asks, his eyes wide with surprise, and you laugh.

“No.” Your response makes his face drop comedically fast, and Atticus bursts into laughter. “It’s just a story, but there’s a lot of history there, so the place is crawling with ghosts. We’ve met the guy who wrote the story, though,” you mention.

“No way,” Percy squints his eyes in disbelief.

“I’m serious! Atticus and I take walks in the cemetery sometimes. We leave drachmas on the graves of newly passed people, so their venture into the underworld is smooth, but some people like to wander.” You shrug. “Washington Irving is one of those people.”

“Cool,” Percy says with such enthusiasm that it makes you smile. Ambrose turns around and barks again, standing at the golden entrance that leads to the grey tunnel lit with fluorescent white lights where your train waits beside the concrete platform.

“He always rushes us,” Atticus complains, and Harvey lets out a coo that sounded close to a groan as if he agreed with him.

The marble floors turn to concrete as you enter the tunnel. The blue and silver train on your left hums as it sits dormant in its station. Ambrose trots ahead, peaking into the doors and windows to find an empty cart to occupy.

As you follow a few feet behind him, your fingers fiddle with the necklace resting in your pocket. You’re regretting not giving it to Percy earlier because, for some reason, the idea of giving it to him now was more intimidating than if you had done it earlier on the bus.

Ambrose decides on a cart, and Harvey jumps off Atticus’s shoulder, squealing happily as he follows the hound while completely ignoring a worried Atticus trailing close behind.

"I, uh, made this for you," you sputter, the words coming out fast like vomit. Your fingers pull out the crystal necklace abruptly, and you put it in the palm of his hand. "It's black tourmaline. It has protective qualities; good at keeping negative energy, negative auras, things like that. I put a spell on it to dim down your demigod scent for a while, so you catch a little bit of a break. It'll last for a few weeks, maybe a month or two if the spell caught on well."

You bite your lip as Percy studies the necklace resting in his hand. "Wow, really? Thank you, Y/n. This is great.”

Nervous, you shift on your feet under his bright, smiling orbs. "It's no problem. After everything that happened at camp, I think it’ll be good for you to have one.”

Percy nods, his features softening all of a sudden, and he shifts. “Thanks for protecting me,” he says, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks. “Getting rid of that thing became more than you expected. I felt bad that I couldn’t help. Swords aren’t really useful when it comes to demons, huh?”

A small laugh of agreement leaves your lips. “It was nothing. I wasn’t going to let you be tormented by that thing if I could help it.”

An announcement echoes in the hall, reporting the departure of your train in a few minutes. You glance over, catching Atticus, Ambrose, and Harvey with their noses practically pressed against the window as they witness your interaction with Percy. The amused smirk on Atticus’s face makes you roll your eyes; he’s definitely going to tease you when you get on the train.

"I should go.” You face Percy again, catching him securing the necklace around his neck. The stone rests a few inches under his camp half-blood necklace. "Thanks for walking us here. Be careful getting home."

"You too…” he trails off, noticing your brother looking out the window. For a second, he seems as embarrassed as you do and a nervous chuckle leaves his lips. “Your brother is waiting."

“He’s so annoying,” you complain, and Percy’s next chuckle doesn’t sound as hesitant this time. "Well, uh, bye, for now, puddles,” you tease, butterflies dancing in your stomach.

"Bye, for now, firefly."

You both awkwardly wave at each other before you turn around, getting on the train with Atticus. With your gaze fixed on the floor, you plop into the seat next to him. You don’t even need to look to know he is smiling teasingly at you.

"How cute,” he teases, nudging your shoulder repeatedly with his own.

"Ew, shut up.” You shove at his shoulder, your nose scrunching as he flails his arms against yours as if you were fighting. Atticus chuckles and a string of sounds come from your familiars as they join in to tease you, and you couldn’t help but laugh too.

☆’.･.･:★:･.･.’☆

The suburban streets of your neighborhood are filled with the chirps of birds and bugs and the sounds of cars that pass every once in a while. There isn’t much conversation between you and Atticus as you trudge up the hill leading to your dead-end street.

“Gods, I hope we can get inside without being seen,” you manage to say through your heavy breaths, lazily holding on to the handle of your suitcase as it rolls behind you. Ambrose’s nose nudges the back of your knees as if to encourage you, but it’s more cute than helpful.

“There’s no way that we are. Janie and Celia are always sitting on the neighbor’s porch.” You grunt in acknowledgment, knowing that Atticus is right. The neighborhood ghosts are friendly enough, but their company can be annoying.

As if on cue, you hear a delighted squeal from ahead the moment you reach the top of the hill. Two ladies wave their handkerchiefs in the air a handful of houses away.

Celia, the tallest of the two, wears a steel blue dress with a high neckline and a big bow tied on the base of her neck. She has a jacket button closed over her corset with a frill at the end of her sleeves. Her skirt is floor-length and complete, with ruffles cascading down its entirety. And, of course, no one can miss the high-crowned hat decorated with fake flowers, bows, and crimped fabric as it all sits on top of her blonde hair in an intricate updo. Janie, her sister, wears the same style of dress and headpiece only in a burgundy red. The resemblance between the two makes it clear that they’re siblings close in age. They have the same high pinched noses that jut in the air; both of their faces are regal like those in renaissance paintings.

You’ve seen them around for as long as you can remember. They were two sisters who died of scarlet fever a year before their first courting season, which was a big deal according to their constant moaning and groaning about it.

You look ahead, your expression blank as if their high-pitched voices didn’t fill the streets and they weren't racing toward you with their skirts in their hands.

“My word! It’s the end of summer already?”

“Atticus, you’ve grown taller!”

“What a handsome boy! Y/n, your shorts are too short, don’t you think?”

“It’s quite bizarre how such clothing is acceptable these days.”

“How beautiful you’d look in a gown like ours!”

“Where’s Alabaster?” Janie asks, attempting to circle her arm around Atticus’s, but he raises his arm to push back his damp hair to avoid the contact. She scoffs at his rejection and sighs.

“Alabaster was sweeter to us than you guys!” Celia pouts. Your heart sinks a little at the mention of him. Of course, they’d ask about him, and of course, your father will ask too.

Gods! Your father will ask about him.

You had forgotten you’d have to break the news today. These past few weeks, you debated whether or not you should do it by letter, but it felt wrong. It was only right that he’d find out in person.

“We know you can hear us,” Janie huffs.

“I hope dad doesn’t work late tonight. Do you think Grandma will be waiting for us?” You ask. As annoying as it was having spirits follow you, it was a little fun ignoring them when convenient for you. Atticus nods,

“Probably-”

“No one’s home,” Celia cuts in, and Atticus pretends to shoo a bug away to conceal that he paused from her interruption.

“But I don’t think dad is going to take long. He said his last lecture ended at three,” Atticus continues, and you nod.

‘I hope grandma came by to visit. I missed her.”

“I just said no one’s home.” Celia snaps, and you press your lips together to hide your smile.

Atticus sighs. “I know, I’m dying for those moon cookies she makes us.” At the mention of those cookies, your stomach grumbles. You hope Celia was wrong because you’re suddenly craving your grandmother’s cooking and her company. Her funny stories and voice that’s always a little too loud for the indoors never fails to cheer you up. As short and frail as she is, her voice and personality could fill a room.

“Me too,” you say shortly.

“Hello?!” Celia waves her handkerchief in your face, and you persisted in ignoring her. Suddenly, a sound of disgust comes from Janie as she brushes off her skirt.

“Y/n, retrieve this monster of yours!” She squeals as Ambrose bites the fabric of her dress, tugging on it with a growl.

“Damn this dog,” Celia shouts, attempting to shoo him away, but yelps in surprise as Ambrose snaps his jaw shut near her hand. “Get this thing under control! Y/n!”

Your hand comes up to cover your smile even though the two are shuffling behind you and a stifled chuckle comes from Atticus. The sound of Janie’s heels on the concrete becomes louder as she rushes beside Atticus again, and your smiles drop. The sight of your house comes into view, and you tilt your head confused; your father’s car is parked in the driveway.

“You said no one was home?” You say out loud, and Celia gasps beside you,

“Now you speak to me?” She snaps, halting as you approach the fence. She stands tall, hands folded in front of her elegantly as Janie’s expression is gleaming like a child on Christmas. “Your father requested to keep it a secret, so I obliged his wishes. He canceled his last lecture today to make you both a meal. What a lovely man.”

Your hand finds the latch for the white picket fence as you smile at the familiar narrow victorian-style house ahead of you. A path of cobblestone leads you to the brick steps of the small porch.

Your home sticks out from the more modern American houses that surround the area. It’s an antique, a snippet of history, as your father likes to say. The house is a russet brown only because the bricks are so old they’ve darkened in color. The house accents such as the window trims, porch overhang, and columns are copper, and the hipped roof has brown tiles that look like fish scales. Beside the porch, the bay windows from both stories stack on top of each other, and above the porch roof is the dormer that’s a part of your bedroom.

Gods, you’re yearning to be in your room. You just want to pull out your Murphy bed from the wall and bury yourself in your sheets. The idea of being in bed puts a pep in your step, and you are careful to avoid the salt ring that surrounds your house.

A butterfly passes by your face, flying to the bunchberry bushes your father has planted in the front garden. Among the grass, there are various flowers and herbs that your father grows in the summer. You’ve inherited many things from your father, but his green thumb isn’t one of them. He takes his gardening seriously while you can barely keep the cacti in your room alive.

“Enjoy your meal! Come talk to us one of these days. We missed you two!” Janie shouts after you as you make your way up the stairs. You turn around, Atticus smiling at them.

“We missed you, girls, too,” he says as if he didn’t want to admit it. Janie squeals something about how handsome his smile is, and you scoff, amused as you grab the doorknob.

Once you push the door open, you're hit with a rush of deja vu. The history channel plays faintly in the next room as you take in the home you’ve missed dearly.

There are two bookshelves against the wall on your right, a wide ledge with pillows under the bay windows. A messy coffee table filled with letters and stacked with books sits in front of the comfy reading nook, letting you know that your father was recently hanging out there.

There is a brown mahogany staircase that ascends upstairs to your left, and right beside it is the altar for your mother. A statue of her rests in the middle of the rectangle table covered in a black table cloth. On top of it lies the many offerings for your mom. Herb-dressed candles burn beside bowls of fruit, bouquets, a crystal enamel wine glass filled with alcohol, feathers, and other things. You ignore the altar as you put down your stuff beside the door, following Atticus as he takes off his shoes.

“Kids?” You hear your father call enthusiastically from beyond the foyer, and you persist forward into the entryway ahead of you.

“We’re home!” Atticus announces as he enters beside you. Ambrose barks making a beeline to the right and behind the kitchen counter. He jumps on your father with so much force he stumbles back.

“Gods! Why does he look even bigger?” Your father exclaims through a laugh, fixing the round glasses that threaten to slip off his nose as his other hand grips Ambrose’s paw. He yelps in surprise as Harvey's claws rest on top of his head, clinging to his hair to steady himself.

The warmth and smell of home fill your senses as you catch your dad’s gaze. “Well, come here! Are you going to hug your pops or what?”

You rush over with Atticus. Both of you hug your dad tightly on either side of him, and you smile as he presses a kiss on your temples. “I missed you guys so much!”

“We missed you too!” The smile on your face falters as he looks up, scanning the archway as if he was waiting for someone else. You shift, not ready to be faced with the question, and you peer around his body to look at the food on the stove behind him.

Your father notices your interest, and he chuckles. “Come on, let’s eat. You guys came right on time.”

You shuffle through the kitchen with Atticus, making your way to the rounded table at the end of the kitchen.

“Dad, what have you been up to?” Atticus asks teasingly, and your father perks up.

“I've done a lot of things to keep me busy. I volunteered to teach summer classes while you were gone. I’m reading this book with a fascinating perspective of the shift from Paganism to Christianity in Rome. It’s an amazing read; I highly recommend it. Though, I don’t quite agree with it.” Your father hums thoughtfully. “Oh! And I bought gnomes for our garden! And the thrift store had this little house and this old lady figurine! I put it on the porch. I don’t know if you’ve seen it, but she’s the official guard of the door," he declares proudly. "And…” He twists and turns before heading to the bookshelves in the living room area. He grabs something from the shelf then he showcases a cartoon Dobby bobblehead with wide arms. A high-pitched cackle leaves his lips. “It completes our collection!”

“Woah! Where did you get it? We went to three different places for it, and we couldn’t find it.” Atticus matches your father’s excitement, and you snort at the two.

“I went to a mythology convention in Boston a few weeks ago. There was a game stop across the street from the center, and I thought, ‘why not?’ I went in, and I saw this little guy by the register.” Your father is giddy as he nudges the head and watches it jiggle in his hands.

You think of what your grandmother’s reaction would be if she saw all the things he bought on his trip to the thrift store. She’d definitely complain. She always said that even growing up, your father had a liking for knickknacks. On your shelves and counters, there are always little trinkets lying around. It even extends to the walls, a variety of paintings and diagrams are neatly hung beside each other. From the state of your house, it’s clear your father is a maximalist in its purest definition.

“Wow! That’s awesome!” Atticus reaches out his hand for it as your father brings over his entire collection of Harry Potter bobbleheads, the toys huddled in his chest before he places them on the dining table. “The whole gang can hang out with us for dinner.”

“I hope they like pasta,” Atticus comments, lining them up as your dad retrieves the pan of food.

Your stomach grumbles at the sight, and you’re quick to serve yourself as Atticus and your Dad talk about anything and everything. You guys discuss what your grandmother has been up to, how your father’s classes were going, which led your father to ramble so much he formed a tangent on top of another. The conversation was going so well that you were sure he wouldn’t ask about your summer, but you had assumed too soon.

“So enough about me! How was Camp?” Your father chirps, and you shift in your seat.

You smile with confidence to hide the wariness you felt. “It was great!” You figured if you keep your answer short, you could move past it quickly.

“Yeah, the usual. Fun as always,” Atticus adds.

Your father’s eyes flicker between the two of you, and the first thing he notices is the way your smiles don’t reach the rest of your face.

The clanging of metal utensils on glass plates fills the room as the both of you fixate on your food but neither take a bite. The camp was never a touchy subject. The sudden unwillingness to speak about it makes his eyebrow cock up in suspicion. His eye averts to the empty dining chair beside you and the dinner place settings that remained untouched. Alabaster was supposed to join your return home. At least, that’s what he had assumed.

“Did Alabaster decide to stay at his foster home?” There’s caution in his tone, and he’s taken aback at how both you and Atticus tense up. The clings of metal halt abruptly, and slowly, you move to glance at your father.

“Dad, something happened at camp this summer.” Now, it was your turn to have a tone laced with caution. Alabaster lived with you for months and quickly became a part of the family. Your father saw him as his second son, and you were afraid to break the news that he may never see him again.

“What happened? Did he get into trouble?” You frown at the sudden edge in his voice. Atticus shifts beside you,

“He took the others to go fight for the Titan Lord.”

“What?”

“Mother came to speak to him and told him that it was best to fight for the other side since their chances are better,” you say slowly. “They left at the end of July. Only Atticus, Lou Ellen, and I stayed at camp.”

Your father’s expression darkens, grief written all over his face. “And you haven’t seen them since?”

You shake your head, not wanting to delve into the details. “I don’t think we’ll be seeing them again in a while and not in the best circumstances.” Your father nods, understanding the implication in your words. “Mother promised that she’d take care of them if they fight for the other side. I didn’t want to go; it wasn’t right.”

“That must be why everything is rotting,” your father mutters more to himself. You furrow your eyebrows.

“Rotting? What’s rotting?”

“Our offerings to your mother,” he clarifies. “All the fruit I leave on her altar goes bad in a few days. The flowers wither quickly too. The garden, in general, hasn’t been doing well either. I didn’t understand why.”

Your focus returns to your plate. Suddenly, you weren’t that hungry anymore.

She must be angry, you think to yourself. A part of you wanted a sign from her to let you know if she was bothered you didn’t join. When the sign didn’t come, you assumed she didn’t care; that, in a way, you were dead to her. It didn’t dawn on you to ask how the altar or the garden your father dedicated to her was doing.

“Can I be excused?” You strain, your face a little hot, and you’re not sure if it was from your anger or from the tears you’re blinking away.

“Of course.” The warm smile on your father’s face fails to budge the dread you’re feeling. “You can be excused as well, Atticus.”

You miss the way your father and Atticus exchange looks as you stood up. There wasn’t a verbal agreement, but Atticus stands up tall, determined to make you feel better. He trails behind you, and suddenly, he slings his arm across your shoulders. “You know what’s one of the things I missed at camp?”

“What?” You ask, trying to ignore the heavy feeling in your chest.

“Beating you at Tekken,” Atticus teases. Your lips curve slightly; his playful nature manages to brighten up your mood a little bit. “Let’s play. I’ll go easy on you, but I’m sure you’ll still lose regardless.”

“You’re on,” you nudge him, and Atticus chuckles, walking ahead of you and up the stairs. Your hand grips the railing, and you walk up a few steps before halting, and your eyes find the front door.

“You don’t get it!”

“I don’t.” You shrugged, amused at the way Atticus’s eyebrows knitted in disbelief. He ignored you, grabbed the remote, and played the Star Wars movie again. You groaned, seeing the slanted letters move up the TV screen. “Atticus! I can’t watch this!”

“Why not?!”

“Well, first off, my dyslexia won’t let me read that quickly, and if a physically written prologue is needed before a movie… it’s not a good movie!”

“How dare you!” You threw your head back as a laugh bubbled in your throat. The exasperated look on his face was too funny. You had no desire to watch these movies, and you figured if you bothered him enough, he’d give up trying to show them to you. The shrug of your shoulders made him scoff. “Just watch it!”

A huff left your lips, and unwillingly, you returned your gaze to the screen. Suddenly, a hollow knock came from the front door.

“It’s late,” you said, but Atticus was too caught up in the beginning battle of the movie to pay any mind to you. Rarely did you get visitors, definitely not past midnight on a Friday. Cautiously, you rose from the couch and moved toward the door.

Rain erratically hit against your curtain-covered windows; the wind and cold made the walls around you creak as they adjusted. Whatever waited for you at the door, you just wished it was a person, not a weird ghost or monster. Your finger latched on the side of the curtain, allowing you to peek through the glass of your front door.

A gasp left your lips. Alabaster, soaked from the ruthless rain outside, was the last person you expected to see. But even though you didn’t expect him, you had an inkling as to why he was here.

Hastily, you unlocked the door and flung it open. “Al?” You sputtered; his green orbs were surrounded by tired eyes and puffy skin.

“He died this morning,” he strained. Your expression softened, and before you could say anything, Alabaster stepped forward and hugged your shoulders tightly. The raggedness of his breath, the shutter of his body, sent your chest a weight of sorrow. You couldn’t imagine being in his shoes and losing your father to a long battle with cancer at 14. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes; the person you looked up to the most was breaking down. You never thought he would need your help for anything, but it seems that you were wrong. “I’m sorry. You guys live the closest to me, and I didn’t know where to go-”

“It’s okay,” you interrupted. “Oh, Al, I’m so sorry,” your voice cracked, hands rubbed his back as a sob left his lips. A creak of a floorboard caught your attention, and you turned to see a confused Atticus emerging from the living room. With a sad look, he understood what happened, and soon his expression was mimicking yours.

“I’ll wake dad and get clothes,” he said, then rushed upstairs.

Your father didn’t even hesitate to help Alabaster, opening the doors of your house to him. In his greatest time of need, the three of you stood beside him, and overnight, he had a place in your home and in your heart. The three of you spent so much time playing video games, getting into trouble around town, learning magic. All the good times you and Atticus shared with him, were they really worth throwing away to fight with Kronos? You realize now that his departure was never only a betrayal to the camp but to you, Atticus, and your father, and you couldn’t help but think perhaps, you guys didn’t mean as much to him as he meant to you.

A shaky sigh leaves your mouth at the thoughts persistent to ruin your mood. The desire to leave camp was to avoid all the things that reminded you of your siblings, but now that you returned home, you realize that running away isn’t as easy as you thought.

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choir and kisses

a niki x reader school au, where there in choir together and have a project to work on. maybe they kiss? maybe

this baisically inspired my school au tbh

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Niki sat in her choir class, exhausted from her previous class. The kids were just too much to be around and didn't have the mental strength to deal with them sometimes. She opened her choir folder, putting it on her stand.

“Yo niki, you good?'' Wilbur says, sitting down next to her. “I'm fine, but Wilbur, you're not in this class. I thought you were in orchestra.” she answers, looking at the tall man. “I am, I just don't have a class right now so I decided to visit you.” niki nodded. “Oh right, seniors have free hours sometimes.” he nodded at niki’s statement, opening his phone. “Texting sally?” niki asks, making Wilbur blush. “No no I'm not.” niki laughs, turning to the front of the room when the bell rings.

“Alright everyone, we will be doing a group project today! Your gonna do a presentation of a musical and then sing a duet together! Your partners are posted on google classroom.” niki opened her phone, seeing who she was partnered with. Wilbur just sighed, staring at niki. “Mind if i hang with you and your partner?” wilbur asks. Niki nodded. “Yeah its fine. Seems like I'm partnered with your sibling!” wilbur just started laughing. “What are you laughing at?” he calmed down slightly. “It's just that you have the biggest crush on them, it's gonna be so funny.” niki blushed. “I don't have a crush on them! We’re friends, I don't like them like that wilbur.” he just laughed at this. “Niki, your blushing!” niki huffed. 

“Wilbur leave Nikki alone, besides we need to do work!” niki turned to see (y/n) yelling at their brother. “I'm still pissed at you for leaving me to deal with techno and tommy.” Wilbur laughs nervously. “I'll do your chores if you don't tell dad.” “deal!” (y/n) sits in the empty seat next to nikki.

“So, what musical do you want to do for the project? Note that we do have to do a duet.” (y/n) says, setting their folder down. “Maybe we could maybe do into the woods? It takes two isn't that hard of a song to do.” niki suggests. “Yeah, we can do that!” niki and (y/n) started to work on their presentation, getting what they needed before they had to leave for class. Wilbur occasionally budded in, bored out of his mind. 

“Maybe you should have chosen a different class wilbs. Maybe bother tommy.” (y/n) says, listening to the song they were gonna do. “I dont wanna hang out with Tommy, he's always bothering me about my music.” he crosses his arms and sinks into his chair. “Oh calm down, he's just excited.” niki says, gathering information on her phone. “Niki, you don't have any siblings, shoosh.” niki just laughs. 

Things went on like this, right until the class was nearly over. “Oh, niki, you should come over tonight to finish the project. We could practice the song as well!” (y/n) says, moving their chair for the orchestra class that was next. “Yeah, that would be great! I could come over after school?” niki asks. “Yeah, we can walk home together! Gotta make sure to leave Wilbur behind though, he would constantly complain if he were to come along.`` We laugh together. The bell soon rings. “Alright, see you after class ends!” (y/n) says, picking up their stuff. “See you then!” niki puts away her stuff and leaves soon after.

Class went on, (y/n) very excited that niki would be coming over, yet also very nervous. They knew Wilbur would just say something. (y/n) turned to techno, who was in their english class. “Techno, did you read the book we were supposed to read?” technoblade turned to them. “(y/n), this is the second time you're taking this class and you didn't read the book? Again?” (y/n) just glares at him. “I don't like the book, okay! Anyway, did you read it?” techno just sighs, nodding. (y/n) smiled. “Oh thank god! Okay, help me with the essay then.” techno agrees, knowing if they didn't pass, he would get in trouble for not helping.

After a half hour, the bell rings, signalling that school has ended. (y/n) picks up their things, heading to their locker. They see niki waiting for them there. “Did you get out of class early?” (y/n) asked, unlocking the locker. “Yeah, I asked the teacher and she said it was fine!” (y/n) shoves their things into their bag. “Well that's nice of her! Anyways, we better get moving or one of my brothers would force us to ride home with them.” niki nodded, closing (y/n)’s locker for them. They walked down the stairs, heading out of one of the school's many doors.

They walked home, talking about random things as they went along. “You ever think about getting run over when your crossing the road?” niki stared at (y/n), concerned at their comment. “No? Are you okay?” (y/n) nodded. “Yeah im fine.”

After ten minutes, they reach the minecrafts home, noticing that they weren't home yet. “Oh thank god, i forgot they had to pick up tubbo as well.” (y/n) says, opening the door. They both walked inside the dark home. “Im gonna get us some food, just head up to my room!” (y/n) says, taking off their shows and heading to the kitchen. “Alright!” niki says, taking of her own shoes and heading upstairs. Niki spotted a door that had the progressive flag on it. “Oh thats new!” niki says, entering (y/n)’s room. “Wow, their rooms changed since I was last here.

(y/n)’s room was painted (f/c), and had drawings and posters all over the room. They had a desk, with their pc and art stuff atop it. Their bed was unmade, having stuffed animals all over the place. Niki spotted a whale plushie seated on their pillow. “Aww they kept it!” niki had given it to them years ago, so she found it sweet that it was still there.

(y/n) soon came up, holding a bunch of snakes and some cokes. “Sorry this is all we had, tommy wont let us buy anything else.” (y/n) says, handing niki the coke. “Oh, that's alright!” they sit down on (y/n)’s bed. (y/n) sat their snakes on their desk, so as not to spill them all over. 

“Okay, we need to actually put the presentation together. You have the notes right?” niki nodded, grabbing her phone while (y/n) sat at their pc, not too far from the pink haired girl. “Okay, so we have-” they did this for a while, niki reading the notes while (y/n) wrote them into the google slide. It soon got to the part where they had to sing their song. 

“Okay, so I'll be the baker, and you can be the other one.” (y/n) says, opening the song for them to sing. “Okay, i can do that!'' They started the song, getting ready to sing.

“(Y/N) ARE YOU WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND???” (y/n) stops the song. “I swear to god I will kill tommy. NO JACKASS, WE’RE NOT DATING!!” niki tries to stifle a laugh. “ARE YOU SURE????'' Tommy responds, still downstairs. (y/n) glares at the laughing niki. “Sorry sorry.” niki says, still laughing. “IM POSITIVE, NOW SHUT UP WE’RE TRYING TO DO SOMETHING!!'' Tommy responds immediately. “ARE YOU TWO HAVING SEX??” niki chokes on her own spit, while (y/n) blushes profusely. “OH THAT'S IT, COME HERE YOU LITTLE BITCH!!” (y/n) says, jumping out of their chair, running downstairs to attack the child. Niki leaves as well, wanting to see (y/n) beat up a child.

She comes down the stairs to see (y/n) putting Tommy in a choke hold while techno cheered them on. Niki stands next to techno.

"Apologize! I'll take your Cds if you don't!!!" "No no not my disks!!"

Niki turns towards techno. "Does this regularly happen?" Techno nodded as a response. Niki turned back, seeing Tommy try to bite (y/n). "OH STOP IT RACOON CHILD!!" philza soon comes In and breaks them apart. "Awwe my free entertainment.'' Techno says. "Oh calm down. Tommy, please stop annoying your sibling. This is why you get choked.” Tommy pouts. “Okay phil.” philza glares at the young child. “Also, (y/n), next time, just punch him in the throat. You've learned from techno.” “HEY!'' Tommy says, offended. (y/n) laughs, “okay, will do dadza. Oh, what time is it?” techno looked at his phone. “Its close to 9 pm.” (y/n) pouts, going over to niki and clinging onto her. “Noooo, it can't be her time to leave.” niki giggles, patting (y/n)’s head. “I have to leave. I'll come over soon, okay?” (y/n) nodds, letting go. 

They go upstairs together, grabbing nikkis stuff. They go back downstairs to the front door. (y/n) and niki hug each other. “Are you coming back tomorrow?” (y/n) asked, letting go. “Yeah, we did never got to actually practice the song! I'll be over at 4 pm, like always.” (y/n) nodds. “Okay, well, see you tomorrow?” niki nodded, leaning over and kissing (y/n) on the cheek, making them blush. “Yep! See ya, bye!” she says, opening the door and closing it, leaving (y/n) a mess.

“Yep…” they say to themself, smiling happily. “YES!!!! I TOLD YOU THEIR GIRLFRIENDS!! PUSSY DIDN'T EVEN KISS HER THEMSELF HAHA!!” (y/n) turned around, running towards tommy. “COME BACK HERE AND SAY IT TO MY FACE YOU LITTLE BITCH!”

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Dark Harvest Update 04/26/2021

Heyo, been a while. So my last update was probably a year ago, I don’t remember really, 2020 went by so quickly. I’ve uploaded a short clip from episode 2.

So, this will probably be the only clip that I can upload for now or maybe until the episode comes out. I just can’t show too much of it. But the animation you’ll see is from months ago and features a scene from the 2nd episode introducing a new character, Clair de Lune. Anyway, I’m here to talk about stuff most people aren’t probably gonna read so here goes:

Firstly, episode 2 is coming along just fine, albeit still incredibly slow. I’ve been experimenting with my workflow to maybe get work done faster, some successful and some not. For instance I tried to be “organized” and worked on a scene in its own separate file so I won’t have to deal with Adobe Animate crashing or just glitching, but turns out it’s too tedious so I just scrapped that.

Conversely, I updated how my character rigs work and that one definitely helped speed up my process, so I’m excited for that. But despite that, I’ve only managed to do around 29% of the animation so far. Which is fine, but it’s far from what my goal was. But I am a very busy person. Including this, I also work full time at a studio and also do freelance sometimes. In fact, here’s a bunch of stuff that I worked on in 2020:

I worked on Long Gone Gulch as one of their compositors:

Other compositing stuff I did for a project called “The Oyster”

I did 2 animations for MASHED:

And loads of stuff that I do at the company I work for. Sooo yeah, I have a lot on my plate. But recently, I’m trying to keep a schedule so I hopefully can have work done consistently. Been doing it for about a couple months now and I’ve definitely improved and we’ll see how much work I can get done this year. In fact, I’m really hoping episode 2 comes out this year. But that’s not a promise, it’s just a goal and I don’t know for a fact if I can do that but I’ll sure try.

And now secondly, I’ve been thinking about the future of this series. The first episode came out 3 years ago and the thought of that makes me bummed out. I have A LOT of episodes planned for this and at that pace, it’s just unrealistic to think that I can do them all myself. Of course, I already considered hiring a team for this, but honestly it’s just too expensive at the moment. Episode 2 right now is fine, I think I can handle it myself, but for the 3rd episode and onwards, I will definitely start hiring other people to help out, maybe background art and some animation and hopefully I can grow from there. But I guess that also depends how successful this cartoon is going to be. I never expected the first one to reach a million views and I’m still amazed by that number. The really vague teaser from last year also did well, it had around 100k views for something that’s about...well, nothing really. So, I am truly grateful for all the people who like my stuff. So to sum it all up, Episode 2 MIGHT maybe sorta come out this year but if it doesn't please don't hunt me down thanks. I'm also beginning writing episode 3 and 4. And I guess that's it. Thank you for sticking and look forward to more content soon!

Follow the official Dark Harvest twitter. I put a progress percentage in the bio so people are more informed of the progress so far. I'll try to be more active there but honestly I just have no idea what to post lmao.

Also follow me on my main twitter account and instagram where I'll post art sometimes. Bye for now.

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Hell girl

Pairing: Mark Tuan x Reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Word Count:  5,4 k

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"Mom, why should I do this ?!" he practically yelled into the phone. “Okay, Mom. I understood. I'll call you later." He could hardly contain his anger, not wanting to quarrel with his mother. He hung up and threw the phone on the sofa, kicking it forcefully. From anger it seemed even the air in the hall was not enough.

“This is the first time I've seen you so angry after talking with your parents.” He heard Jaebeom laugh behind him and turned to him.

“Oh, hi, Jaebeom.” He was so confused that he didn't even notice when Jaebeom came in.

"Are you okay?" Jaebeom came closer squeezing his shoulder

“Almost” he sat down on the sofa, throwing his head back

"What happened?" Jaebeom asked anxiously, sitting down next to him.

“There is one, person...” he had to make every effort to restrain himself and choose the most neutral words in the description “she is the daughter of the best friends of my parents. Every time she appeared within a radius of half mile from me, my life turned to hell. She's a devil! And so this ... decided to come to Seoul. And my mother told her friends that I would meet her at the airport and spend her entire vacation with her. For some reason my family decided that I was a personal babysitter for this mad girl !!!” he was just seething with anger.

"Babysitter? She's that so young, how old is she? " Jaebeom laughed while watching him

“She's 5-6 years younger than me,” he shook his head.

“At 5-6? Well, she's not baby anymore, she's around 22. When was the last time you saw her?"

He looked at Jaebeom in disbelief. But really, you was 22. Only now did he realize that the last time he saw you ten years ago. For him you have remained an obnoxious child who spoils his life. He remembered how you beat him, without any physical training, on your first day of martial arts training in his studio, even though he had been in for a year and was older and stronger than you. After that, all his friends laughed at him for several more months. He shook his head, what's the difference how old you were, you hardly changed. “Moreover, if she’s already an adult, then I don’t understand why I should do this at all”

"If it worries you so much, do you want me to go instead of you and meet her, what does she look like?" Jaebeom smiled, clapping his knees

“I have no idea, I only remember her when she was 12. In addition, she will complain to her parents that I personally did not meet her, my mother will kill me after” he moaned, sliding to the floor, quietly and peacefully accepting his inevitable death. He got up off the floor picking up the phone from the couch. “I'll be back soon with this crazy girl, better hide the sharp objects just in case,” he said, heading out the door as Jaebeom bursts into laughter on the sofa.

... ... ...

He was leaning on the railing near the arrival gate. He raised his collar high and lowered the hat almost over his eyes, hoping that no one would recognize him. He looked at the time, your plane has already landed. “How long can she collect her luggage? Did she bring the whole house with her?" He doesn't stop muttering to himself as people keep walking past him. One girl caught his attention, a beauty in skinny jeans and a red jacket over a cropped top. Wow, he seems to fall in love from first sight, he chuckled above himself, unable to take his eyes off her. She walked in his direction, did she really recognize him, he hoped he would be able to persuade this girl not to post a photo in SNS at least until evening. Although he was glad that such a beauty immediately recognized him, despite the fact that dark glasses covered part of the girl's face, her beauty fascinated him and he could not take his eyes off. The girl came up to him and, without saying a word, took a selfie with him, that's stunned him a little, which made him just look at her while she typing something in the phone.

“Sorry, you couldn’t uploading our photo to SNS for at least a few hours later, I’m here not officially, I don’t want a bunch of fans to gather at the entrance.” He asked politely, hoping to negotiate with this girl. “Please, and I'll leave you an autograph and buy you coffee,” he smiled broadly, trying to get her attention. He realized that he secretly hoped that the girl would agree to drink coffee with him, giving him the opportunity to get to know her.

The girl dropped her sunglasses on the tip of her nose and looked down at him before meeting his gaze, "What are you talking about, moron?" the girl answered him in a cold tone, putting on her glasses again and throwing her black leather travel bag at him. The girl picked up the phone, answering the call, heading towards the exit, while he looked in complete shock at the heavy bag in his hands, not understanding what was happening. "Yes mom. Mark met me. Everything okay, so don't worry and stop calling me every five minutes. And I love you" you hung up the phone, turning again in his direction, while he came to himself from the fact that it is YOU! And how that ugly twelve-year-old duckling from his memory turned into this fatal beauty, into which he practically fell in love at first sight?! "Are we going to hang out here until nightfall? Of course I understand the place is cool and all that, but maybe we'll go already?" you said pointing to the exit

“Oh, yes,” he muttered, still unable to come from the shock. He silently trudged towards the car. You got into the car after you greeted his manager, and he continued to stand by the car hugging your bag. The manager walked over to him and took the bag, putting it in the trunk.

"Mark, are you okay?" the manager asked him when he didn't even move

"What? Yes, let's go" he got into the car. You took off your glasses and sat with your eyes closed, why were you so beautiful. He could not think about anything all the way staring at you.

"You're staring!" you said irritably without opening your eyes

He turned sharply forward, turning away from you. What's wrong with you, - he scolded himself mentally. After drove to the agency and taking your bag, he went to the elevator “Let's go. You will have to wait for me. I have a dance practice," he said, clicking on the desired floor.

You entered the practice room where Jaebeom was waiting for the others, who are clearly late. Jaebeom's eyes widened when he saw you. Yep, apparently he had the same reaction, he laugh at himself.

“Hi, you must be ________! I've heard a lot about you, nice to meet you” Jaebeom smiled broadly as he stood up from the couch.

You came closer to Jaebeom shaking his hand and smiling broadly, which made you look even more beautiful. "Hi, me too. Wow, oppa you're so handsome. Can I take a picture with you, I'm a fan of yours” you said sweetly, and his jaw dropped from what he just saw

"Oppa?" he stared at you

“Yes, he's oppa. Isn't that how girls call handsome guys like you?” You didn't take your eyes off Jaebeom, obviously flirting with him while taking a selfie.

Jaebeom laughed, nodding his head, “Well, as you say. I'll leave you, I need to call the others and find out where they are. See you later” Jaebeom smiled at you before heading for the exit.

You waved to him and when Jaebeom left, you called your mom “Hi Mom,” you said when she appeared on the screen. “We just arrived at Mark's dance practice. He's so cute and let me be with them. By the way, he already booked a hotel for me.” You came up to him hugging him “Tell his became so beautiful, it makes to want to take him in arms, no?” you slightly pinched his cheek, smiling broadly

“Hello, good to see you,” he said to your mom, listening to her gratitude for agreeing to take care of you. After you said goodbye, you hung up, shoving the phone back into your pocket.

“I didn't even think that you could be so nice. I thought bitchiness it was your only nature" he said, throwing your bag on the sofa. You turned in his direction returning your cold look, which you gave him before." What hotel? What were you talking about? "

"You didn't think I was going to waste my vacation on you, did you?" You asked raising an eyebrow. “I have my own business here, so let's not interfere with each other. Send me your schedule so that I know where you are if mom suddenly calls. Unfortunately, we will have to have dinner together several times in order to send joint photos to our parents. I will write when I can, when I'll be know my schedule” you continued to say adjusting your makeup while he looked at you in bewilderment “You at least react somehow, otherwise I’m as if talking to a statue” you looked at him in the mirror.

“Great, otherwise I was afraid that I would have to be a babysitter. Tell me your number, I'll send you the schedule. What will you be doing, I need to know in order to answer my parents if they ask" He was not sure he wanted to know for an answer or because he really wanted to know what you would be doing.

"It does not matter. They should think that I am dragging everywhere with you. If I had said that I came here for work, they would not have let me go. "

"Work? Do you know anything other than making life difficult for others?" He chuckled. You took your black stilettos out of your bag and changed your shoes, stuffing your sneakers in your bag. In heels, you looked even sexier. Damn, what is he thinking about?

"Did you come up with a joke yourself or did you find it on the Internet?" you looked at him. "Anyway, let's keep avoiding each other." You said pretendingly smiling “Bye“ you took your bag and went to the exit “Btw...” you stopped near the door, turned and looked at him “Your face is my style” you winked and went out the door, leaving him standing in the middle of the hall with open mouth.

“What a crazy...” he muttered and sat down on the sofa. After receiving the message, he pulled out his phone.

Thank you, sonny. I was afraid that you would send someone else for meet _______. I love you.

He continued to look at your joint photo from the airport, he did not even pay attention to the fact that he was smiling so broadly at that moment. You were smiling too, you seemed so happy and friendly in this photo. He caught himself smiling all this time while looking at your photo. He closed his eyes, leaning on back, as he expected, as soon as you appear next to him, you can say "bye" in his quiet life.

... ... ...

Thanks God, neither his parents nor yours were persistent. Five days passed, and they never called or wrote. As like you ... why all this time he couldn't stop thinking about you. He should have been glad that he didn't need to take care of you, but why then did he not feel it. He was interested in what you were doing, where you were and who you were with. You sent him your schedule, if he could call it that, it was a list of dates marked 'busy' and 'free'. He took out his phone and opened your message, you were free today. For today, his schedule is over and he may invite you to dinner, although it might be too weird. Or not ... you still need to spend time together.

I'm free tonight and not even in a terrible mood, so I can sacrifice my evening and spend it with you.

It seemed to work out naturally, he laughed, rereading his sent message. He got a reply that made him practically growl.

I pass. There are more interesting plans.

An unbearable girl, he muttered, shoving the phone into his pocket.

"Everything okay?" asked Jaebeom, who was sitting next to him.

"Yes, everything is great. By the way, we are already free today and have not hung out together for a long time, besides, tomorrow is a day off. Shall we have a party? " he raised his voice to attract the attention of Jinyoung and Jackson, who were sitting in front.

Everyone made a noise, agreeing to his suggestions, discussing where to go. “How fortunate that we didn't wash off our makeup after the photoshoot. Maybe a club? " Jinyoung smiled broadly and everyone laughed.

"GREAT! A party!" clapped Jackson.

“It’s just worth changing. Unlike our faces, our clothes don't really fit the club.” He said while examining them, and everyone laughed again.

After three hours, they finally drove to the club. Turned out to "change clothe for the club" took longer than he could have imagined. They drove into the indoor club's underground parking lot, which was only allowed by invitation. It was the only place where celebrities could relax and have a good rest without worrying about going out in the morning millions of articles with incriminating photographs. All phones and other gadgets must be lefted at the guard at the entrance. They went inside behind the manager who escorted them to the table. Great, he thought, sitting down at the table. Their table was in a place where they could see everyone, but their no one saw. He looked around the hall sipping his drink while the others discussed everyone around.

“Wow who is this? Haven't seen her before" Jackson said, pointing to the middle of the dance floor. He and Jaebeom turned their heads and he froze wide-eyed when he saw you.

"Is it not a ..?" Jaebeom said with surprise

"Yeah, she is ..." he replied staring at the way you dance. What were you doing here? A thousand questions were spinning in his head.

"Do you know her?" asked Jinyoung, looking at you with interest too.

“Yes, we know” he and Jaebeom simultaneously answered

Some guy came up to you, beginning to dance next to you, obviously trying to meet you. He didn't even notice that his fists were tightening because of it. You smiled at the guy and turned away from him, you were clearly not interested in him. He couldn't deny that he was pleased with it. Unlike this guy who continued to persistently dance next to you and flirt, not wanting to accept your refusal. His jaw tightened and he got up abruptly from the table, heading to the dance floor, when this guy ran down your back and stopped his hand on your ass. He froze when a moment later you turned and twisted the guy's wrist, forcing him to kneel in front of you. He smiled broadly, continuing to walk towards you, apparently martial arts classes were not in vain. He came up to you and grabbed the guy by the collar with force, bringing him back to his feet.

"Are there no more shorter things in your wardrobe?" he asked, giving you a skeptical look.

You tilted your head to the side, looking at him in surprise "Do you really want to discuss the length of my dress now, daddy?!" you asked sarcastically. The way you called him daddy caused a wave of desire in his body. Stop, he was distracted, he kinda angry on you.

I'll be right back and we'll discuss your ‘more interesting plans’!” he said, pointing at you with his finger before dragging the jerk towards the guards. “Throw this garbage out of here, he was touching my friend, although she clearly refused him several times before,” he said when he saw a guard he knew. After the changes, this guy was escorted to the exit, and he returned to the dance floor. “We need to talk,” he said. taking your hand and dragging you towards the back exit, where the quiet zone was.

“Mark, let me go. Where are you dragging me?!" you kept trying to get out all the way. He closed the door behind him so that no one would disturb them when you entered the VIP room.

"What are you doing here and why do you look like this?"

"I look like?" you stared at him

"Like…"

"Like who?" you asked angrily, and you were right, your long-sleeved dress reached almost mid-thigh and was completely covered. But it hugged your beautiful figure, driving him crazy, wanting to run his hands along your curves.

“This dress is too short. What are you doing here? "He said the first thing that crossed his mind.

“You are not my older brother or parents to tell me where to be and how to dress” you shouted at him and you were right. But why was it so angry then that instead of having dinner with him, you chose to go to the club. Why now the only thing he could feel was excitement. "What's wrong with you ?!"

"Everything !!! Everything is wrong with me! Every time you appear in my life everything goes awry! ”

“Excuse me, what? Oh god damn sorry your fucking life is disturbed by my presence, Mr. Perfect Guy! ” you walked up to him poking your finger into his chest with every word.

"Shut up!" he screamed at you, no longer able to control his emotions

"Oh, no really ... let's hear how I destroyed your ..." He grabbed you, pressing you firmly against his body, closing your mouth with a kiss. It seemed that his brain was disabled because he absolutely did not understand what he was doing now. You tried to pull away from him, but he tightened his grip on your hair, deepening that killer kiss. Everything inside him turned upside down, plunging him into an all-destructive fire, not giving the slightest hope of salvation. He enjoyed too much, the sensation of your curves under his fingers, the sweet taste of your kiss, to think about the consequences.

He ran his hands down your back, squeezing your ass and pressing your body against his hard cock. You pushed him hard, causing him to lose his balance falling on the couch behind him. You left the room without even looking in his direction. He fell back on the couch, covering his face with his hands. “Congratulations, moron! You just ruined everything, "he growled, scolding himself. What was that all about. He thought he surprised himself more than you, in the moment he kissed you. How the thought that 'maybe he likes you' turned into a 'destructive passion', from which he could not control himself. But even more frightened him that if you had not pushed him away, he would not have been able to stop himself only with kisses. He pounded his fists hard on the couch before getting to his feet and headed towards exit.

"Have not seen _______?" he asked Jaebeom whom he bumped in the hallway.

“Oh, yes I saw her. She said goodbye, said that she was already leaving because tomorrow is a busy day. Weren't you together? It seems like you left together ... "Jaebeom looked at him in surprise

"Yes together. Well, I told you, she doesn't tell me anything except rudeness "he quickly changed the subject

“I don’t know, with me she’s always cute when we talk.” Jaebeom shrugged.

“That you only saw twice in total less than five minutes, of course she’s cute with you,” he laughed

"Not only when we meet, when we talk on the phone, too sweet"

"By phone?" his eyes widened

"Well yes. We exchanged numbers on the first day while we went down to the parking lot together. She told me to tell her how you are doing, because 'that angry ass, still won't write to her.'

“You seem to know more about her than I do. Maybe then you know what kind of job? " he could not hide that it made him angry

"Yes, she is a model, but her parents are against it, so I had to lie that she was going on vacation."

"I see you are almost the best friends!" he said through clenched teeth, and Jaebeom looked at him questioningly, “I don’t feel myself well, say goodbye to the guys for me. See you" he said as he walked past Jaebeom towards the exit.

He went outside breathing in the cool air. Taking his phone out of his pocket, he dialed your number "Where are you?" he asked when you answered.

"What is it to you?" you snorted into the phone

"Let's talk"

“ 'Let's talk' , or are you going to accuse me of all mortal sins again, and then you’ll kiss me?”

"Where are you?" his tone became calm and soft, least of all now he wanted to quarrel with you

"In a 7eleven a couple of blocks from the club," you answered by hanging up. When he reached the store, a wide smile lit up his face. You sat in a chair and dangled your legs with chopsticks in your mouth, waiting for the ramen to be ready. Now you looked like that the fidget he knew. Going into the store, he bought himself food and a few bottles of beer and after paid for everything, he went to you.

“Models have an interesting diet. Ramen, gimpab, kimchi and beer. Waaaaaa, and this is at one o'clock in the morning ... " he chuckled, putting his food next to yours, sitting down on a nearby chair.

"Who would say," you said took the chopsticks out of your mouth, examining his set. "When I'm angry, I always want spicy ramen," you said smiling broadly, stirring the noodles.

He laughed when you spat the noodles back out because you burned your tongue. "What a ninny" he said laughing. Tearing off your lid from the ramen, he made an envelope and stuck it into your hand. “Even children can eat ramen without burning their tongues. You take some noodles, put them in an envelope, blow on them and then eat them. " he brought chilled noodles to your mouth. “Eat” he said, placing a slice of kimchi on top.

"Yummy" you smiled, chewing on noodles and bouncing in your chair with happy. What a cutie, he thought, watching you.

He opened the beer and put it in front of you, swapping it with your closed “Here, drink”

“I could have opened it by myself,” you furrowed your eyebrows

“Yeah, that's why it's closed. Probably you almost broke all your nails while trying to open the can" he took your hands, turning towards him, examining your manicure.

You turned back and drank a sip of beer returned to the noodles "Did you come to watch on me or eat?" you said pointing to his food.

“Eat more slowly, otherwise your stomach will ache,” he smiled and you laughed

“From trying to fuck me, you went to worrying about my stomach. You never cease to amaze me today "you spoke so calmly about it that everything inside him turned into a tight knot

"I didn't try you ..." he couldn't even finish the sentence

“Okay. As you say" you got up and came to the bin throwing out the trash. "So what did you want to talk about?" You asked when you returned to your place.

“I ... About what happened in the club” he looked at his beer, unable to meet your gaze

“So...” you answered, and he stared at you in bewilderment, “What? It's you wanted to talk,” you raised the can of beer while taking a sip

"Don't you worries about that?" he asked you

“It pissed me off - yes, it worries me - not really. Does it worries you? "

"Yes, it worries me!" he looked at you with wide eyes

"Why?" you looked at him in surprise and leaned forward, getting too close “Mark, I'm not 12 years old. Even if you fucked me, it would have happened not because I could not resist you, but because I did not mind it" you whispered in his ear. “And here is my taxi” you got up from the chair pointing to the black car. “See you” you said and left, leaving him alone.

All he could do, was look at the leaving car. “Great talk,” he muttered, tossing untouched food and beer into the bin.

... ... ...

These few days he was more like a robot that does everything that is told to him. He stared out the window at the lights as his manager drove him home. The head was empty, or vice versa, there were so many thoughts in it that the brain stopped responding to them, simply mute it. Saying goodbye to the manager, he went into the house. You had the weekend ahead, maybe he should call you, he thought as he took the elevator to his floor. In all the case, you have to meet. He was staring at his door when he heard soft music playing from his apartment. Some of the guys came to visit without warning him, he thought, entering the code. His stomach rumbled with the smell of delicious food as he came in. "Whoever you are, I won't kill you just because of the delicious food," he said loudly, walking into the living room. He stopped when he saw you sitting on the couch. "What are you doing here?" he was completely taken aback by your presence, you were the last person he expected to see in his house.

“Is this your favorite question? Why do you keep asking it every time you see me? " you asked getting up from the couch. “I didn't know what you like, so I chose meat and wine” you went into the kitchen and turned off the oven, took out baked meat with vegetables and put it on the table.

"_______, what are you doing here?" he asked again because you ignored his question

"Preventing a zombie apocalypse?" you smiled while handing him a glass of wine

"What?" he frowned at the fact that he could not understand if he heard you correctly, "You just said zombie apocalypse?"

"Yes. Jaebeom said I turned you into a zombie. Since you are patient zero, you can still be saved. Probably. Judging by the symptoms and incoherent speech, you are doomed.” You went up to him, raised his hand and gave him a glass of wine, which he had not taken before.

"Really? Are we talking about zombies now? " he stares at you “I think I’m going crazy,” he muttered, drinking all the wine in one gulp. "Why are you here?" he stepped closer, placing the empty one on the table.

“Make a selfie for parents” you raised your phone and opened the camera. He pushed your hand away, causing your phone to fall to the floor.

“If you needed a photo, you would meet on somewhere alse, and not cook dinner with wine at my place!”

“You’re right,” you said with a malicious smile, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. This angered him even more and he grabbed your hand with force, stopping you.

"Why are you here?" he screamed at you. He did not even understand how a moment later he found himself lying on his back with his hands pressed to the floor.

“Finish what you started” you said, digging into his lips.

His body reacted faster than his brain and he pressed your body against his, deepening the kiss. Rolling over, he was on top of you. He moaned as your legs wrapped around his waist, forcing him to rub his cock against your crotch. Pulling back for a moment, he tore his shirt violently, getting rid of it, not wanting to waste time for unbuttoning. Unbuttoning his jeans, he pulled them down to his hips. He lifted your skirt around your waist, ripping off your panties, pushing inside your pussy. He dug into your lips again, covering your mouth with a kiss as you screamed. He gripped your body tightly as you tried to pull away from him. He pushed hard at you all its length, causing your body to arched under him. He growled as you squeezed his dick hard. His head was spinning with pleasure, blurring the line between reality and ecstasy. He came out of you and pushed into you again with force. Your body relaxed with each deep thrust, making him want more and more pleasure. He pulled your blouse with force, getting rid of it, giving him access to your bare skin. He ran his tongue over your collarbone before biting it with his teeth. You hissed, digging your nails into his bare back. He abruptly left you and got to his feet, dragging you by the hand. He lifted you into his arms, pressing you against the wall again making a hard push into you. You hugged his shoulders tightly as he dug into your lips. This kiss was dizzying, revealing to you everything he felt now. Tenderness changed with passion and vice versa. It was crazy, he lost track of time.

It seemed to him that all eternity had passed, or maybe only five minutes. His moans mingled with yours as everything inside him raged, bringing him closer to orgasm. A wave of heat passed down his back, dropping down as you squeezed his dick hard, cumming hard. He wanted to hear as long as possible how you moan his name dissolving into your orgasm. His thrusts into you hardened, it seemed that something inside him snapped, releasing a wild beast that he was trying to hold back all this time. His fingers and teeth dug into your skin, leaving red marks on it. The more he fucked you, the more he wanted. His orgasm was like the horizon, which receded with each step towards it. Your body trembled violently in his hands with every thrust. He buried himself in your neck, hiding his smile. He growled loudly as he cum, filling you with sperm. The pleasure was almost painful, tearing everything inside him into small pieces. He continued to make shallow thrusts inside you, prolonging his pleasure, until he came to himself with intense pleasure. He put you on your feet, resting his hands on the wall and left a gentle kiss on your lips. He ran his hand over your body and laughed softly as you groaned while closing your eyes.

"Aren't you hungry?" you asked looking at the table with untouched food

“I'm terribly hungry. Let's continue?" he sank down and hugged your legs tightly, throwing you over his shoulder and heading for the bedroom.

"Oh my god ..." you moaned

"Sorry, babygirl, but he can hardly save you tonight" he slapped your ass and you giggled as he walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

... ... ...

“You know that you look like a maniac when you smile like that?” Jackson said as he sat down opposite him. “At first you walk like a zombie for several days, now you giggle almost every second. Tell me honestly, have you lost your mind?"

He laughed at Jackson's words, it must have looked like that from the side. “No, I'm completely fine. I was treated to a delicious dinner.” He smiled broadly recalling that night. Dinner was really delicious, even though you ate it in the morning. He threw his head back on the sofa and closed his eyes, remembering how you yelled at him, saying that now you have to take a bath of bb cream, because your whole body was in red marks from his fingers and teeth. I miss you, he thought to himself. He has not seen you for several days, and why in the last days you have had more work than him. He opened his eyes when sounded a phone notification. He took his phone out of his pocket and laughed as he read the message from you. Oh yes, this is what he wanted to hear now:

I'm not hungry. Let's have dinner?

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[thebladeblaster]

Digimon Tamer ZERO

(Vanguard x Digimon crossover. I am still having a hard time writing so I thought I would post this that has been in my notes for like months. I didn’t really know how interested people would be in this fic idea so here’s a concept chapter like the one I made for Bonds Beyond Dimensions.)

Concept Chapter The Digimon Phenomenon part 1

A few days after the Link Joker incident...

Inside of Card Capital a familiar light purple haired girl sat behind the counter reading a book. She wore a white dress shirt and a red apron. A little black and white cat slept soundly on the counter. There wasn’t quite as many customers in as usual. The girl lifted up her book revealing her blue eyes as she heard someone walk over. It was a blond teen with grey eyes and a white and red hoodie.

“Slow day huh?”, the blond teen questioned putting his elbows on the counter and leaning in.

The girl sighed in response.

“Well, business has gotten a bit slower lately because of the release of that new digital pet line, Digimon. Many kids have been playing those rather than playing card games.”, the girl replied before sighing again.

“While, that is a bit sad I have a feeling that’s not the thing really bothering you.”, the blond surmised which caused the girl to sigh again.

“Well, I guess there’s no point in trying to hide it from you’ll just keep asking until I tell you, Miwa.”, the girl replied sighing again.

“That’s what friends are for so what’s really wrong, Misaki?”, Miwa asked.

Misaki’s gaze seemed to linger over to the door as she started speaking.

“It’s Aichi.”, Misaki answered.

“I thought so he has seemed a bit distant lately...”, Miwa trailed off.

“I can’t help but wonder if it’s because of everything that happened with Link Joker. He was fine at first but well three days ago he started acting a bit weird. He seems to be a bit spacey, he’s been avoiding cardfights and...even us.”, Misaki elaborated.

“Maybe he just needs some space. To be fair this isn’t the first time he’s been a bit moody.”, Miwa assured.

“The last times he was like this were after he found out about Kai joining Link Joker and...before...”, Misaki trailed off looking down with a bit of a nervous sweat.

The two suddenly turned there heads to the door as it slid open and gasped in surprise.

A man with green hair and grey eyes wearing glasses walked backwards in holding a cardboard box that seemed packed to the point it was close to bursting.

“Look who I found!”, the man said.

Saying that they almost expected Kai to walk in after him. However instead they saw there was another person helping the green haired man with the box. It was a blue haired teen with blue eyes. He was wearing a white jacket with a black trim and a light purple under. He also wore blue jeans and black shoes.

“Aichi?”, Misaki questioned genuinely shocked to see him.

Aichi looked over towards Misaki and Miwa.

“Oh h-hey.”, he greeted a bit awkwardly.

“That box looks pretty heavy. Have you been working out a bit?”, Miwa questioned.

“Not really Shin’s is carrying most of it.”, Aichi replied.

“I think you might be selling yourself short here.”, Shin replied as they noticed the way the box was tipped.

Shin who was walking backwards and holding it in the front had the box tilted downwards. While Aichi in the back had the box tilted upwards.

“I didn’t notice it felt so light I thought you were carrying most of the weight.”, Aichi replied with a bashful chuckle sweat dropping.

The two set the box down on the table as Shin sighed tiredly.

“Thank god I ran into you I don’t think I could have carried it alone.”, Shin thanked.

“Aichi um...”, Misaki trailed off as Aichi returned his attention to her flinching a bit.

“I uh...”, Aichi trailed off as the two shared a bit of a awkward silence.

Aichi sweated nervously as he turned his gaze over to the box.

“So, what is in the box anyway?”, Aichi asked changing the subject.

Miwa sweat dropped looking at Aichi a bit worriedly.

“Something must have happened.”, Miwa thought.

The three looked down at the box as Shin opened the it revealing a bunch of differently colored square objects with a little screen.

“You know...I think I’ve seen these things around before...Aren’t they called Digimon? Emi told me it was getting rather popular at her school.”, Aichi said.

“Yep! I was thinking since this new Digimon thing has been getting so popular this would be the perfect time to capitalize on it. Though it’s a bit different from our usual products Digimon is a game not to mention I heard they may make a card game soon.”, Shin said as he held up one pointing to the device.

“You see these are Digimon V Pets. This model is called ZERO. Digimon is short for digital monsters. Their a bit similar to tomagatchi in the way you raise a digital pet and that pet is your partner Digimon. With these you can evolve them and battle with your friends. It can even allow you to battle online.”, Shin explained.

“Oh cool, they sell Digimon here now!”, A kid said as a few walked up.

“See we have more customers already.”, Shin said as he looked towards Misaki.

“Oh...uh...”, Misaki trailed off as she looked towards Aichi then the group of kids before going to work.

Aichi, Shin, and Miwa looked on as Misaki served the kids. Aichi was bit caught off guard as Shin placed something in his hand.

“What?”, Aichi questioned looking down as he it was a blue V-pet.

“I was thinking it might be nice to give you a little digital pet of your own. Think of it as thanks for helping me out.”, Shin explained.

“You don’t need to do that. Besides I don’t even know how to work this thing.”, Aichi replied sweat dropping.

“Then, I’ll show you!”, Shin offered.

Miwa smiled as Shin showed Aichi how to work the device.

“He can tell too can’t he?”, Miwa thought.

“So, this is the Digimon, Choromon?”, Aichi questioned.

“Yeah, right now it’s at its baby stage. After that there’s in training, rookie, champion, ultimate, and mega. There’s countless Digimon who start out as a Choromon it could become almost anything depending on how you raise it. You could say it holds infinite potential.”, Shin explained.

Aichi looked at the little unassuming little pixel blob Digimon.

Shin pulled out a folded peace of paper which revealed what looked like over 100 branching possibles.

“T-this is a bit much...”, Aichi said as he and Miwa sweat dropped looking at the paper.

“Well, it can be made a lot easier if you know which Digimon your looking to obtain. The final forms are on the right side of the page. On this ultimate guide I gave it even has a profile on the Digimon to make the choice easier.”, Shin explained as he placed it on the table for him to look over.

Aichi sat down at the table as he started to read over some of the descriptions before he stopped on one.

“You seem interested in that one. Well, it is a knight after all like your Gold Paladins.”, Shin said.

“Yeah. I think I’ll go for this one.”, Aichi replied as he pointed at it.

He read over the steps required to achieve the Digimon a few times before just taking a picture with his phone.

“That definitely will make it a lot easier than remembering all that stuff.”, Miwa said.

Then Aichi’s phone rang.

“Oh it’s Emi...wait I forgot I’m supposed to help her with her homework today! Uh thanks Shin! Bye guys! See you later!”, Aichi said with a bit of urgency as he remembered how mad Emi was the last time he forgot to help her.

“See ya bud! You should stop by more so Misaki doesn’t look so mopey.”, Miwa said as he waved goodbye.

Aichi waved goodbye as he rushed out of the store.

“Mopey huh?”, Misaki said as Miwa jumped turning to her looking at him menacingly.

Later...

“I’m here.”, Aichi said as he walked into Emi’s room.

Inside the room sat a girl with orange hair and blue eyes. She wore a pink shirt and a skirt.

“Aichi you forgot.”, Emi said pouting.

“I’m sorry I ran into Shin and he needed my help. It just kinda slipped my mind.”, Aichi apologized.

“Oh, the shop manager. Wait...did you talk to Misaki?”, Emi asked.

Aichi raised his eyebrow at the question as he sat down next to his sister.

“No. Why?”, Aichi questioned.

“Ah...it’s nothing anyway...”, Emi trailed off as she noticed Aichi’s V pet.

“Oh, Shin gave this to me for helping him out.”, Aichi explained as he pulled out the V pet.

“So, does that mean Card Capital are going to sell Digimon now too?”, Emi asked.

“Yeah, Shin had a whole box of these. The moment we brought it out a bunch of kids already lined up to buy them.”, Aichi replied.

“Maybe, I’ll go buy one when I get my allowance.”, Emi replied.

Later...

After finishing up helping out his sister Aichi went to his room and sat down in his chair. He placed the V pet over on the desk before pulling out a deck box. He took out the cards and laid them out looking over each one of them carefully. He narrowed his eyes as they landed on one card in particular into a bit of glare. The card art depicted a white cybernetic dragon with red glowing lines. The dragon had a black visor and menacing jagged red glowing eyes. It had gold spikes on its back. It’s name was Star-Vader, Imaginary Plane Dragon.

Aichi put down the card and had a relived sigh. Aichi put the cards back into the deck box.

“Good thing there isn’t any more of these. If I avoid cardfighting I will have some time to think of some way to get rid of it. I don’t know how though since simply beating it isn’t enough.”, Aichi thought.

“That’s the point. You can’t get rid of Link Joker. We will return and destroy this world.”, a distorted voice said.

“I’ll find a way!”, Aichi thought as he then turned his attention over to the V pet it seemed his Digimon was had pooped a bit.

“That’s what they all said before we took everything they held dear.”, the distorted voice replied.

Aichi grabbed the device and cleaned up after the Digimon.

“Well, at least this Digimon will be a good distraction until I can think of a plan.”, Aichi thought.

“Oh, ho so you want to ignore me? You know if you ignore your problems for too long you never know they may consume you. Oh wait...that’s already happening. I wonder how long you intend to avoid your friends. You know those fools will eventually get fed up and try to find out what’s going on with you whether you like it or not. Who knows if you’ll even still be yourself by then...”, the distorted voice said.

Aichi said nothing but the voice could tell it was frustrating him. It it had a form it would have a shit eating grin.

“Well, you can play the silent game all you want. I can’t wait to see when you inevitably explode.”, the distorted voice said.

“Okay...So, the Digimon is alright now I should at least wait till it’s grown up a bit more before leaving primary village. Especially since all the encounters seem completely random though the chances are low for all I know I could run into a mega. Apparently, the best way to level them is through battling other people’s Digimon or wild Digimon.”, Aichi thought as he continued to take care of the baby Digimon and ignoring the voice.

Two weeks later...

Four teens were walking around to the city as they talked.

“Ah! No!!! Sukamon again!”, a teen with spiky black hair and brown eyes cried holding a purple V pet.

“That’s what happens when you keep forgetting to clean up after your Digimon.”, a teen with brown hair and brown eyes said.

They both had blue blazers and pants.

“Maybe this is a sign Izaki maybe me and Sukamon are connected by destiny!”, the black haired teen replied.

“Morikawa, so your saying your destined partner is a poop monster?”, Izaki questioned.

“I’m saying maybe it’s actually the strongest and that’s why it has chosen me! Maybe this is the Digimon that will allow me to defeat The Blaster!”, Morikawa replied.

“The Blaster?”, Miwa questioned wearing a blue blazer like the others but with a red hoodie underneath.

“Have you not heard of him Miwa? Some people say very soon he’ll be the number 1 tamer. They suddenly appeared out of nowhere and started beating a lot of upper tier tamers. Their partner is Knightmon last time I heard, but for all we know it could have became a mega by now.”, Izaki explained.

Miwa’s eyes widened as he heard the name of The Blaster’s partner.

“Is something wrong?”, Izaki questioned.

“It’s nothing.”, Miwa said with coy smile.

“Ah! Do you know who The Blaster is Miwa?”, Izaki questioned.

“Maybe.”, Miwa replied coyly.

“Is it you?!”, Morikawa asked gazing at the blond fiercely.

“No no see.”, Miwa said as he revealed a yellow V pet and showed them his partner.

“Woah, you have a ultimate Miwa?! It looks pretty cool.”, Izaki gasped.

“This is Groundramon and yeah he’s pretty cool.”, Miwa replied.

“What!? How did you get one of those?!”, Morikawa questioned.

“I read the guide you should try it sometime.”, Miwa replied.

“There’s a guide!?”, Morikawa gasped.

Miwa and Izaki sweat dropped.

“You didn’t know that?”, Izaki asked.

“No!”, Morikawa replied with comedic tears.

“What about your partner Izaki?”, Miwa asked.

“Oh, mines Tyrannomon.”, Izaki answered as he held up a green V pet.

“What about you Kai? Are you gonna get a Digimon?”, Miwa asked the fourth member of their group who had been silent up till now.

Kai had spiky brown hair and green eyes. He also wore a blue blazer like the others.

“Hmph...I’m not interested in a pet.”, Kai replied looking away.

“Well, you know Kai there’s something I didn’t mention Aichi has a Digimon.”, Miwa replied with a smile.

Kai then turned his attention to Miwa at the mention of the blue haired teen.

“Oh, really I didn’t think he’d be that interested.”, Izaki said.

[t100ficrecsblog]

an interview with @queenemori (she/hers)

what are you working on right now? I recently started posting We Don’t Need To Say It, which is a multi-chap Memori actor AU. It’s a slow burn, don’t ask me how I looked at Murphy and Emori and decided to write a slow burn, but it’s what’s happening. I really do mean slow, the chapter I just finished writing is only the beginning of the angst, you’ve been warned. My beta tells me she hates me at least once a chapter if you want an idea of how angsty this is gonna get. I started out writing for Bellarke in this fandom, and I’ll be going back to that later this summer. Anyone who follows me knows I’m obsessed with Emma, and I have an Emma Bellarke AU that’s in the outlining stages currently. I’m hoping to work on it more once I get further into this Memori fic.

what’s something you’d like to write one day? The fic I’m working on now is actually the thing that I was like, “I want to write that one day”. I love actor AUs and I wanted to write one for some fandom at some point, and in January I got this idea, but I was working on other stuff, so I was like, well maybe I’ll write it this summer. And now I am! Though I would like to write something featuring dad!Murphy in the near future.

what is the fanwork you’re most proud of? It’s actually one I haven’t published yet! I participated in Bellarke Big Bang this year, and I wrote a soulmates rom-com fic. I’m excited to share it soon once we get the go-ahead, and the artist I got to work with @clarkeindra has made some amazing art to go with it! For ones that you can actually go physically read, I will say You’re Already Breaking My Heart. It was my first fic I wrote for t100 fandom, and also the first thing I wrote after a really long time of just not writing anything, so I’m proud of it for getting me back into something I love and I’m glad that other people seemed to enjoy it. It’s what got me more into this fandom in the first place and how I made some of my first friends.

why did you first start writing fic? I got more into writing around the time I started college, though I always used to write little stories. There were a few times I almost wrote fanfic before then, like the time I almost wrote a Glee fic in ninth grade, or the time my junior year of high school where I almost wrote a Downton Abbey fic where Sybil and Branson were pen pals while Sybil was on her nurses course in season 2. But the summer before college, I wanted to write, and didn’t have any ideas for characters, but I had just read a really amazing next-gen Harry Potter fic called “Potters, Weasleys, and Misguided Snogging” which made me ship Scorpius Malfoy and Lily Luna Potter, or Scorily. So I started writing a couple stories specifically for that ship, back when I still used FF.net. It was just a one-shot and a multi-chap I never finished, but it was fun to interact with people and get to hear what they liked about the story and that they hoped I continued it, so I guess I caught the fic writing bug then.

what frustrates you most about fic writing? I wish people would leave more kudos. I’ve had this discussion with some friends before where they’re like, “What makes you leave kudos on a fic?” and I leave kudos on most fics I read, so it’s very interesting to hear people say they don’t do that as liberally as I do. If I made it to the end of the story, I’m probably going to leave kudos. The writer kept me engaged long enough to get to the end, which I think is worthy of showing some sort of support, even if I don’t leave a comment. Though I am trying to get better about leaving comments more often. Kudos are a very low stakes way to show you like a story that someone put out. Afraid to comment, but want to show the author you enjoyed reading? Leave kudos. A couple of stories I have out have gotten a fair amount of hits, but the amount of kudos in comparison to the amount of people who have probably opened it is a little disheartening. I’ve also heard people say they don’t want to leave kudos on stories that have been out for a while, but I love to get kudos on my old work! It’s fun to see that people are still reading things I put out in like 2017 or even just last year. Kudos brighten my day just as much as comments do sometimes, especially when I know not everyone feels comfortable leaving a comment!

what are your top five songs right now? The answer to this is 98% always related to what I’m listening to when I’m working on a certain writing project lol.

Sweet by Cigarettes After Sex Heartbreak Weather by Niall Horan I Will Follow You into the Dark by Death Cab for Cutie Bye-Bye Darling by Borns Fire for You by Cannons

what are your inspirations? Red, White & Royal Blue, since I read that recently. It honestly just made me want to write a movie, and I kind of hope that whatever TV or movie adaptation it ends up getting in the future I’m able to work on. I want to be a screenwriter, so I tend to get inspired by TV a lot. The Mindy Project, Insecure, and even Never Have I Ever are big inspirations for me. Or more like, anything that Issa Rae or Mindy Kaling are involved in, to be honest. I write a lot of modern AUs, so just anything that shows good relationship progression or has fun with mundane, everyday situations.

what first attracted you to Memori? what attracts you now? So fun fact, I stopped watching the show for a bit. I binged basically two seasons in a weekend while visiting a friend in like 2017, and I enjoyed it, but I wasn’t obsessed? Then I started s3 and a bunch of characters were getting on my nerves so I put it down for a while. Then I was on Tumblr at the beginning of 2019 and saw a gifset from 3x05 of Murphy and Emori kissing and I was kind of like, “That guy’s still alive? And he has a girlfriend?” So I started watching again, legit only because I was shook Murphy had survived lol. So the thing that first attracted me to them was just the fact that they were a couple at all, I guess. I’d say now that I’ve rewatched the show and seen their relationship develop, I love that these are two people who have always had to fend for themselves and kind of had that “me against the world” mentality. And then they find this other person that cares about them and wants to take care of them, and life becomes a lot less lonely. Also now we get to see their relationship after years together, so they’re very domestic, which adds this lovely sense of normalcy on this post-apocalyptic sci-fi show that I absolutely adore. Their interactions especially in s7 just read as a married couple who are very comfortable with each other, but still incredibly devoted to one another and in love.

Besides Memori, what character or pairing do you like best on t100? For ships, I also really like Bellarke. When I was more casually watching the first time around, I didn’t have much of an opinion on them/didn’t really ship it until season 4, but ever since then I’ve been on board. It’s very clear I’m a huge Memori person, but I do ship Murven, though mainly in AU settings. And Memoraven are my OT3!! My other fave character is Bellamy. And I feel like Gabriel has also quickly become a favorite for me. It’s definitely a mixture of his confused, but obsessed with science vibe on the show and the fact that he has been very fun to write in my actor AU when he makes appearances every so often.

why did you decide to start writing for bellarkefic-for-blm? Ever since I’ve been home due to the pandemic, writing has kind of been my escape. Weirdly enough, I’ve written so much (both fic and some real life stuff), even though I’m still working and everything like that. And when the BLM movement was getting a lot of traction specifically in our fandom spaces, I was immediately skeptical of people’s intentions because as a Black person in America specifically I’ve seen this happen before where all the attention is on this issue for a couple weeks and then everyone goes back to posting what they normally post about. And I guess this time things are a bit different, but the thing that began to frustrate me was seeing people shame others for saying they were going to watch the next episode of the show or for working on their fanfic. Fandom spaces have been my biggest escape from the news since March and while I was glad people were focusing on this sort of thing, I kind of hated the way people were making it out to be like this was a new issue when in reality it’s just my life. When I close my laptop and go out into the world, I’m still Black. I had considered opening my ask box up for prompts in exchange for someone donating to a bail fund or something like that, especially since I had just reached a follower milestone, but when I saw that Sam was organizing this and it was going to be an ongoing thing rather than just for a certain period of time, it was heartening to see someone realizing that this isn’t something we can just stop talking about even when the media moves on. The structure of these prompts makes it so that a person has to do a bit of research on BLM and educate themselves or confront the issue in a way they might not have had to before. And it gives me a chance to write things like my fluffy Memori wedding fic ! It’s a way to have my little fandom escape and also stay aware of what’s going on in the real world.

what’s your writing process like (esp for prompts, chopped!, etc)? I LOVE outlines! The Virgo in me loves to talk about my fic outlining process lol. With some short one-shots, I tend to just go in with a sentence or concept that I write at the top of the document and just write and see where that takes me. I also put at the top of the document all the things I want to tag it as when I go to post to AO3, so I don’t have to spend too much time thinking of those when it’s time to post. With multi-chap fics, I first make an ideas dump document which is just me typing out a bunch of thoughts, things like who’s in it, the premise, stuff like that. My actor AU has three preliminary documents: My ideas dump, the actual outline, and then the outline for what happens on each season of the TV show the characters are all on, since I reference those plot points a lot. For things like Chopped or prompts I receive, I do a mixture of the outline/ideas dump in one document. I put at the top all the information I received (so with prompts I tend to just copy/paste the ask from my inbox, and for Chopped the different tropes and theme), then think about what characters I want to use if it wasn’t specified, then kind of do bullet points on what happens in the story. These have all been really helpful in terms of keeping me on track, but I make sure to remind myself that things can change as I write and take a different direction than I expected. So my outlines are constantly changing, but the general idea is already written somewhere so I don’t get too stuck.

what are your thoughts on dad!murphy? The concept of dad!Murphy has really been living rent-free in my brain since before the beginning of season 7. I just kind of love the idea of Murphy (who is a character at first glance I feel like people don’t picture as much of a father figure) kind of falling into being a dad in an unexpected way, and then realizing how much he loves it. It’s just such a sweet thought, and I talked about it so much with some of my friends, that we started a Dad!Murphy Enthusiast Club server on discord (we’re always accepting members so DM me if you’d like to join us!). We just kind of talk about our dad!Murphy headcanons, share fics featuring dad!Murphy, and then get excited when people make new dad!Murphy content. It’s a fun time and though I am a very large Memori, I’m a multi-shipper at heart, and Murphy is one of those characters that I find easy to ship with a lot of people, so we love dad!Murphy in all forms!

what are some things you’d like to recommend?  This is a mix of Bellarke and Memori stuff, since that’s what I mainly read.

Literally everything @mobi-on-a-mission writes, but if I must get specific, then Revive and The Cockroach. 

Almost Paradise (We’re Knocking On Heaven’s Door)  by @nakey-cats-take-bathsss , 13 hours by Kats_watermelon, feat. by Debate, and of course, my comfort fic so i sing a song of love  by twilightstargazer.

The best place to find @queenemori is here on Tumblr. You can find her ao3 here. Request a fic written by her via @bellarkefic-for-blm.

[jalapeno-princess]

You’ve Got This

Mark Tuan X Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Genre: FLUUUUUUFYYYYYY with a hint of suggestive content

The gif does not match the story at all but look at this dork I am so in love with him. Hey guys! So in honor of Mark’s 26th birthday, I have built up the guts to post a little somethin somethin and this is my first time posting any of my writings on my blog(I usually keep my stories in my notes I have about 30 of them but I’m very insecure and don’t think any of them are really that good) so please be gentle with my sensitive heart. But if y’all like this story, then maybe i’ll post more. The title doesn’t really make sense either but it’s whatever. I’m a part time teacher and a full time college student so sometimes life gets rough and I wish I had a boyfriend like Mark to hold me, love me, comfort me and tell me that everything is going to be okay. Well, please enjoy!

Being a kindergarten teacher wasn’t easy. Especially because kindergarteners were at that age where they hardly knew anything other than what they learned from watching cartoons. But you knew from a very young age that you wanted to be a teacher. Back when you were still in college, there was a point where it got so difficult that you wanted to give up. In the first few weeks of teaching you realized it wasn’t everything you had hoped for. However, your devastatingly handsome boyfriend of 6 years would have never let you give up your dream.

You had met Mark in high school. Even back then, you had a huge passion for teaching, so you signed up to become a tutor for those who had a hard time in school. The first person who came running for your help, was no other than the infamous Jackson Wang. He was the captain of the basketball team, the cooking club and the leo club. Not only was he outgoing, but he was also very funny and sweet. All the girls were head over heels for him. You however, payed Jackson no mind. It was his quiet friend who had caught your eye. 

For your first few tutoring sessions, it was just you and Jackson. Although he was very good in social studies and economics, he wasn’t the best in science and math. The both of you hit it off pretty well to the point where you even considered yourselves friends. One day, he asked if he could bring his friend in for some help in Language Arts and you didn’t hesitate to say yes. The more, the merrier. But when he walked in that day, you regret giving Jackson the okay to bring him. 

Even if the two of you were in the same grade, you never had a chance to really cross paths with Mark. But seeing as how he was the pitcher of the baseball team, he was pretty well known throughout the school. He wasn’t as bubbly and loud as his younger friend, but his shyness and good looks had you crushing on him. Little did you know, Jackson was playing matchmaker. Jackson knew Mark really liked you and found it weird that the two of you had never spoke to each other before. Like you, Mark has seen you around multiple times and he always hears the teachers boast about how kind and intelligent you are. He also couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you were and how cute he thought your laugh was when he heard you talking with a friend. 

Jackson found it weird that Mark would just watch you from afar, but he knew his friend didn’t have the guts to tell you how he felt. “I could get you a date with her you know?” Mark gave him a knowing look. “It’s fine Jackson. Please. Let it be. We’ve never talked to each other. I don’t want her thinking I’m weird for liking someone I don’t know personally.” Jackson rolled his eyes. “Fine, I won’t say anything. But, you could join us on our tutoring sessions. She’s extremely smart and she knows how to make learning fun. You never know bro. Over the course of a few weeks, the two of you could fall in love. And I will be right, like I always am.” Mark scoffed. “The last time you claimed you were right, I almost lost a toe. I don’t believe anything that comes out of your mouth anymore. But fine. I’ll come. That’s only because my grades aren’t doing so well right now.” Jackson wiggled his brows. “Okiedokie Mark. Whatever helps you sleep at night. By the way, don’t wear that ugly sweater vest. Stop borrowing Jinyoung’s clothes. It’s not a good look on you.”

 Introducing yourself to Mark wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be. But the poor boy had a brain the size of a peanut and the problem was, he was very soft spoken. He never asked you for help. He would wait until you offered. After two weeks and no progress between the two of you romantically, Jackson decided to take matters in to his own hands. Even if you hadn’t told him about your crush on Mark, he could see it in your actions and in your body language. You would always blush whenever he talked to you. When you had to lean over to check his answers, your hand would find his shoulder and your face would turn red at the touch. You also weren’t very discreet with stealing looks at him. Jackson caught you staring at him multiple times and took this as a sign to set the two of you up.

 You were in the library waiting for the two boys and your breath hitched when Mark walked in by himself. Normally Jackson always arrived first, or they would walk in together. So you knew something was up when he walked in alone. “Hey y/n.” You smiled politely at him and motioned for him to sit down. “Jackson isn’t here yet? That’s odd.” You hummed in agreement. After fifteen minutes of sitting in awkward silence, you decided to start helping Mark out while waiting. However, only half an hour in to tutoring, the two of you found yourselves talking about anything and everything and totally forgetting about Mark’s homework. 

What the two of you didn’t know, was Jackson watching the two of you from afar, smiling at how you were both hitting it off. Unfortunately, Jackson wasn’t the brightest bulb in the bunch. 

“Hey guys. Sorry I’m late. So Mark, did you confess your undying love and affection for y/n yet?” Mark’s eyes widened and you looked up at Jackson in curiosity. “I’m sorry, what?” Mark immediately frowned and Jackson started slowly backing away. “I’m taking that as a no. Well..I’m late to practice, I’ll see the two of you later bye!” As soon as he started walking away, Mark apologized for what had just happened and quickly packed some of his things away. “Y/n, please don’t listen to anything he just said. I think he might have a concussion-“ to Mark’s surprise, you grabbed on his wrist and motioned for him to sit down. “Is it true?” He sighed. “Well, I’m not in love with you. However, I do like you a lot. But I understand if you don’t feel the same. I can find someone else to tutor me if it makes you uncomfortable.” 

The peck on his cheek made fire run through his bones. “I like you too Mark.” From that day on, the two of you were inseparable and Jackson refused to ignore the fact that he was the reason the two of you were together. When you graduated from high school, he followed you to college where you majored in education and he majored in engineering. Mark was the most loving, caring and supportive boyfriend ever. 

After a year of attending college, the two of you moved in to an apartment near campus together and the thought of living with him made you excited, but also very nervous. However, you craved his presence more than anything else and it felt nice coming home to him after a long day of school and work. He would never fail to cook for you when you were tired, he would run you baths when you had a rough day and sometimes he even joined you. The only problem with living with him, was how he would force you to study. You hated studying. Even if you were going to school to become a teacher, the things you were learning about and studying were boring and sometimes you felt like it was a waste of time. The longer you stayed in college, the harder classes got and the more you cried. Luckily Mark was nothing but considerate and understanding and never failed to take care of you. 

On the days that you cried because the lessons were too tough and things weren’t going your way, he would pull you in to his embrace and cuddle you until you calmed down. On the nights you had to pull all nighters, he would stay up with you and helped you study. He would even write flash cards to quiz you with. There were some days where your schedules would clash and you wouldn’t get to see him until the end of the night. If he was at work, you were at school and vice versa. You really missed your boyfriend. Mark was your safe haven. Whenever he was around, you felt protected and loved. One thing that kept you going throughout the days you didn’t get to spend time with him were the little post it notes with cheesy pick up lines and cute little reminders he left for you around the apartment.

“Hey baby. I know homework is hard, but so am I. Do me instead.” “If you were a library book, I would check you out.” “I know you're busy today, but can you add me to your to-do list?“ “I bought you ice cream. One pint for every day this week. I love you.” “Stop frowning. You’re going to get worry lines on that pretty face.” “Keep your head up my love, you’ll be a teacher in no time.”

He never failed to bring a smile to your face and he was the main reason why you didn’t want to give up. Other than your love for teaching, you wanted to make him proud. When you finally graduated from college, it was the best feeling ever and you knew you had your boyfriend to thank.  After graduation, Mark took you to the cutest little restaurant to celebrate and drove you to the beach afterwards. He placed a blanket on the sand and sat down, pulling you on to his lap shortly after. “Congratulations baby girl. The blood, sweat and tears were all worth it right?” You shrugged. “Honestly, I’m gonna wait a few months before jumping in to school, I need a break.” He laughed in to your shoulder. Once the two of you were done, the two of you went home and you showed your boyfriend just how thankful you were for him the entire night.

 After getting hired at the school you were teaching at, Mark made sure to help you set up your classroom and even bought some supplies for your upcoming students. You were very thankful you had such an amazing boyfriend who was so patient and supportive of your passions and dreams. Your first day of school was a breeze. The kids were all so cute and you were so excited to see what the rest of the school year would bring. Unfortunately, after only three weeks of teaching, you decided you were in over your head. 

When you came home one day and dropped your things on the floor, making a beeline for your room without greeting your boyfriend, Mark knew something was wrong. You felt your favorite pair of hands wrap around your waist and soon his chest was against your back. “Hey, everything okay?” You shook your head and turned around to face him. You buried your face in to the crook of his neck. “Why did I think I was cut out for this? It’s so hard. The kids don’t want to learn, they’re always crying, screaming and yelling and don’t want to listen to me. Also, since I’m a new teacher, I have the principal walking in and out of my class unannounced and I feel like I’m being judged with how I do things. I don’t know what to do anymore.” 

He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and lifted your chin so that you were making eye contact with him. “Baby, nobody is better for this job than you. Okay? You’ve wanted to be a teacher for as long as I could remember. I didn’t stay up all those nights helping you study or let you soak multiple shirts of mine with your tears for nothing bub. I know you can do this. I bet you’re an amazing teacher. If you can teach Jackson Wang math, you can teach a class of kindergarteners. Just give it time. Don’t give up just because you’ve had a rough couple of days. My baby isn’t a quitter. You’re stronger than that. You’re one of the most hardworking and dedicated people I know. How about I start you a bath and cook us some dinner?” You smiled up at him and pecked his nose. “I don’t deserve you. You’re too good to me.” He chuckled in to your hair. “Yes you do. You’re wonderful and I love you.” 

You talked your way in to getting Mark to join you in your bath and leaned in to his chest while he wrapped his arms around your waist and left chaste kisses along your jaw. “Babe.” You hummed. “Do you think I could come in one day and sit in on one of your classes? I wanna see you in action. I could even help out with your students if you’d like?” You turned around to caress his face. “I’d love that. And I love you. Thank you for all that you do for me. You’re the best boyfriend ever, you know that?” He chuckled. “I just love seeing you happy. And I know being a teacher makes you happy. Plus, I find it hot that you’re a teacher. We could role play. I can be a naughty student and you can punish me-“ you groaned in embarrassment and gently slapped his shoulder. Mark tended to be a horndog at all the wrong times.

The next day, Mark accompanied you to school and you introduced him to your students. The girls couldn’t stop squealing over how handsome he was and soon he was becoming a distraction. You couldn’t help but snicker at how your students started fighting over him. At recess, they all asked to play with him and even begged him to carry them. Throughout the day, your stomach was constantly filled with butterflies at the sight of how well your boyfriend got along with your students. You couldn’t help but think about your future with him. If he was this good with your class, what more when the two of you had your own kids? 

With Mark being there, everything seemed to get better. The kids behaved more, a lot of the ones who were quiet were more interactive and everyone was competing to catch Mr.Mark’s attention. When you returned back to your classroom after dropping your students off to lunch, you pulled Mark in to your embrace and placed a long, passionate kiss on his lips. “Thank you for coming today. You really took a weight off my shoulders. They’re all so in love with you. Maybe you could come all the time.” His laugh echoed throughout the room. “As much as I love seeing you do your thing, I have a job too. You’re so cute you know that? And stop selling yourself short. You’re a magnificent teacher babe. I loved watching you today. You were born to be a teacher. You make my heart very happy. The kids seem to really like you. If they give you a hard time, tell them Mr.Mark is going to scold them.” 

You beamed at him and went to place a soft kiss on his lips. The two of you were so busy in your little world, you failed to hear the door open and didn’t notice someone walk in until you heard a scream. “Ew! Miss y/n and Mr.Mark are kissing!” The whole class erupted in shrieks and you rolled your eyes as you sent Mark back to where he was sitting. Once school was finally over and all the kids were gone, you walked over to Mark and stood between his legs as his hands found purchase on your waist. “You know they’re going to expect you to come more often now. They’re so in love with you.” He smirked. “I can’t blame them, I’m a catch.” 

He pulled you down to sit on his lap and placed a kiss on your forehead. “A few of your students told me how lucky I am to be your boyfriend and how I need to “take care of their favorite teacher”. I’m so proud of you my love. This is all you’ve wanted and more.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and sighed in contempt. “I owe it all to you. I wouldn’t be where I am today if I didn’t have you to motivate me and push me to chase after my dreams. I love you.”

 He started leaving kisses along your neck and you quietly moaned in to his shoulder. “I love you more. Hey babe?” You looked up at him in curiosity, a bit upset that he pulled away. “I’ve been a naughty school boy. You should teach me a lesson.” You groaned. “You killed my vibe, I’m out of here.” He snickered. “But y/n, you love my pickup lines! What about this one, If you were my homework I’d slam you down on my desk and do you.” You gathered your things and walked towards the door. “Where are you going?! I have more!”

[sunflower-haven]

well, i guess i’m gonna post some art on this blog too :^0 i was originally going to submit this to @purple-compromise but tumblr, for some reason, only lets you submit one image? which is stupid but, what can you do. anyways!! i stumbled upon this fic again a couple of weeks ago after literal years and fell in love with it all over again and read all 40 chapters in a few days and IMMEDIATELY had the need to draw a lot of art for it as soon as i could, and basically, since i simultaneously got my ankle sprained in the same week, dedicated myself solely to drawing and playing concept artist. also all of this coincided with the fic’s fourth (!!) year anniversary so! i guess this is a sort of late gift!? i have a lot to say about this so let me just sort of throw it under a read more, BUT!!! tl;dr, this fic is amazing and i’m definitely drawing more soon. because it’s the BEST.

OK. THE FIRST ONE. it’s basically the first image that stuck with me because every scene where the specialist is using her shield really screamed “WONDER WOMAN!!” in my brain, mostly because they’re so epic, and i wanted to practice some black and white painting the original screenshot this is based on is this one btw :^D

and now my favorite of all the things i did! a model sheet!! i spent some time figuring out how much i wanted the spesh to look like a mix of me and, well... someone that’s actually capable of doing everything she does in the fic 😂 in the end i guess i found a really nice balance of it. also this is the first study i did

i did a lot of some light stalking on the specialist’s tag to figure out the most, correct/official(?) way of drawing her clothes and the first one is the one i figured was the best, but the second was one i really wanted to draw (the double buttons!! is that what they’re called? i don’t know, i love them) and the third is just some alternative outfit i thought of. specialist cosmetics maybe? the second set is her clothes during the heavy boxing match (i WISH i had those muscles 😩 and i wish i could... draw better muscles)  and the BLU specialist which was originally going to be just a recolor but i remembered a passage where she’s described as a sort of distortedly perfect version of our RED spesh and that image stuck with me so i just. brushed her hair and gave her a bit of a smug expression) the third one is mostly a bonus because, after i rediscovered the fic, i distinctly remembered doing some fanart in 2015 and searched through my old sketchbooks and found her; 2015 specialist in all of her old, weirdly emo? glory!! i don’t know why i thought she looked like... This in my mind back then but i really wanted to redraw her. (why does she have a scarf? what’s up with that weird shapeless blob of a gun?! why did i draw her class badge like That?! did i forget how it looked like when i drew it? was it not a thing yet? who knows! 2015 me, probably)

and the last one is the most recent one of the bunch, and it’s basically a rom-com-ish poster that i had an idea for during one of my “oh my god i can’t sleep because this damn cast is so freaking uncomfortable” sleepless nights also the original idea was. this monstrosity i sketched on my phone

a masterpiece.

i just wanted to draw them having a nice chat maybe after capturing a point. in which map? who knows! certainly not me, but they’re being cute and i wanted to practice drawing medic and some actual painting so this is probably the most doodly of the bunch. (also archimedes on medic’s shoulder was my sister’s idea and i loved it too much not to include it) oh my god i wrote SO MUCH. i hope it’s all coherent, it’s like... 2am  :^P i don’t know how to finish this so uh... thank you so much for this fic purple-compromise! i hope this huge block of text is not annoying or overwhelming!? also thank you for inspiring me to draw non-stop for the past weeks?! bye?! *disappears*

[anti-tony-god]

(Sorry kinda long) Cass Cain!! I love her! She has her own series: Batgirl (2000)! The problem is Cass’s education was neglected, so she doesn’t know anything at first. Then she gets magicked and knows words, but can’t speak. Then she can speak, but in broken English. She can’t read either, even pretty far in. I am iffy on Bruce’s part because he sucks and reteaches her to fight, he’s her adopted father but uhh this is before that and while he does worry for her like all his protégés it feels a bit like white knight to me (mostly cause I hate Bruce and Cass should be able to kick his ass at any point in time). Barbara Gordon takes her in, too. Idk if that’s a turn off for you. Shes like 16 so she needs someone looking after her anyway.

I’m going to warn you the art is…… well someone definitely drew that. But it gets better further in. Onyx Adams is there and doing amazing!! Cute Cass/Steph moments!! The end is disappointing and the amount to black villains has me a bit concerned but it’s not 100% and there are black good guys so I’m not going to throw down the racist card.

#30-32 has Connor Hawke in it

Kinda bloody. Suicide, murder, the works. Cass can really kick butt and she’s super sweet but she lets Bruce get in her head when she should be letting Barbara in instead. I actually don’t mind that part, it’s kind of interesting to see even if it does make me mad.

The thing I do absolutely love about her is that she speaks in movement, which is poetic and beautiful. I just wish there was more of it. She had a rough growing up and finally got the family she deserves (except Bruce he sucks). I hate that they make reading body language a power or secret weapon of some sort that can be taken away. I’d have loved it if they kept that.

Batgirl (2008) starts off rough, the other batfam members start off acting like dicks, I know that the first intro of a character makes me judge them afterwards (why I hate black widow) so idk if you think that’ll ruin them for you. She still speaks brokenly but it’s revealed she took an esl class, so it’s better. This is definitely something you read if you want to see more Cass, you run into a bunch of characters but don’t get into her as a person enough except for that part she gets a bf. It’s Cass on a deeper level (talking about her trauma, seeing her sister). She is on a mission and it shows. 2000 is a lot lighter, not as serious.

2009? Cass upgrades to her ultimate form and says fuck Bruce Wayne and then leaves. Unfortunately, that’s the most you’ll get from her. Stephanie Brown (blonde white girl) then becomes batgirl. Which, now that I think about it, is kinda fucked up.

Don’t read any batgirls past that, it’s Barbie Gordon and she sucks (I will find you)

Here’s a rec list for her if you still want to see stuff on her, she probably speaks brokenly (really brokenly or somewhat brokenly depends on the time) or not at all in them. She didn’t have any speech problems in batgirl: convergence but Steph is batgirl in that, she’s black bat. In rebirth she’s known as ‘orphan’ which is worse than ‘signal’ so uhh I don’t know shit about that and never will. Also she respects Batman which is sad :( https://fyeahcassandracain.tumblr.com/recs

Don’t read One Year Later

Connor Hawke!! Oooo I hate Oliver Queen and you will see why but Connor? Connor is my baby!! But all black DC characters are because I’m black and I said so.

He originally had a temper (“angry black man” but also Uhhh Oliver Queen’s son) he was picked on as a kid since he’s mixed (¼ Korean, ¼ black, ½ white) he has the occasional white washing too. His mom would kick your ass if you started making fun of him.

Nothing else I can think of I don’t read him much, sorry

https://www.google.com/amp/s/lornahs.tumblr.com/post/95199039664/where-to-start-reading-connor-hawke-lets-first/amp

Ok I did Connor Hawke: Dragon’s Blood and don’t fucking read it he’s whitewashed in the first part then kissed his fucking half-brother’s mom noooooo

People like Connor and Kyle Rayner together plus it’s outside of the Arrow Fam so none of that shit will pop up probably (hopefully) they don’t have a run together but I did run into them a couple of times, they’re so cute!!

https://www.google.com/amp/s/lornahs.tumblr.com/post/156635510974/kyle-raynerconnor-hawke-recommended-issues/amp

I’m kinda traumatized so no I will not sample any of those for you. Also he respects Oliver which is sad :(

Duke Thomas!! I did like the little glimpses of Duke I got before he moved from background to foreground, but I never read him much. 1. Because I hate Bruce (BATMAN & the signal) 2. Because his new name sucks if they just called him Lark like everyone was voting for I would maybe do it 3. Because it was new 52 and I couldn’t care less about Robin War

I am curious about Duke too tho, I will never read Robin War (nothing immoral about it I don’t think, I just don’t give a shit and it sounds boring also respect for Batman which is sad) but I did get into Batman & The Signal

Writer attempts to console the audience about having too many batfam members while showing us said batfam members, one (or two if you count nightwing) of which is whitewashed, another that is ablewashed, and the PoC and Jewish ones are put in the corner (but to be fair, they’re trying to center the more popular ones and THATS why I hate this fuckin fandom).

I’m going to choke this writer, speech bubbles and boxes are two different things I don’t care if he’s talking to both the audience & the people around him it’s confusing and I hate it how am I supposed to know when it’s in his head or not

“No good names left” I’m so mad there are so many birds that exist do you even know how disappointing it is to hear Duke is getting to be part of the batfam everyone’s so exciting making stuff up for him “oh Lark this Lark that” and then his name is fucking SIGNAL what’s he do make bird calls whenever the bad guy is outside??? “Oh uhhh there’s crime Duke hit the button for the batsignal” fucking SIGNAL

Him trying to figure out his powers is boring as hell I DON’T CARE literally “Jason Todd Death Joke” “Someone Gets His Name Wrong” “I’m A Mystery” “I’m The New Guy” this writing is so lazy ahhhh

Black “blue” dude with a big ass nose that’s the bad guy

I got bored again and skipped panels then found a disabled Asian woman, I am interested again… Wow I want a comic on her she’s more interesting than Duke lmao

I SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IF ITS REDEEMABLE AND SEE A WHITE WOMAN WITH DREADS BYE “but it’s ok ‘cause she’s part robot or whatever” I’m not reading anymore especially since Barbie is there probably preying on another young black guy to not be racist with

https://www.google.com/amp/s/lornahs.tumblr.com/post/155680034759/where-to-start-reading-duke-thomas-his-first/amp

Rec list, he’s mostly in batman sorry fam *F* also he respects Batman which is sad :(

If you decide to stay away from batfam please take me with you

If you decide to stay away from DC PLEASEEEEE take me

I should probably explain this since I keep throwing it onto you without explaining what it is Barbie Gordon: Barbara Gordon (second batgirl, most popular) was attacked by the joker and was paralyzed from the waist down. This was an extremely sexist comic that was complained about by all sorts of straight white able-bodied feminists even after DC turned that trash-fire into a glorious fireworks display

She was amazing as Oracle! She was a genius, badass, wheelchair-bound asskicker!! Even the justice league wanted her!! She was so reliable and strong mentally, physically, and emotionally! She was one of the only people to step up during No Man’s Land! She took in Cass and didn’t give up on her when she took Bruce’s stupid advice over her wisdom! And she lost her respect for Bruce which is great! She had more respect as Oracle than she could ever dream of as batgirl. She realized Bruce was bitch and became twice the man he could ever be. She didn’t let that moment define her, and she decided she wouldn’t let anyone hold her back anymore. She didn’t have Bruce’s “huh they look like they can beat someone down hard 🤔🤔🤔” view of worth, she saw people as they were and did what she could to help them improve. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

But with enough whiny bitches DC will do anything, and Barbara was given back her legs, her respect for Bruce, and her wisdom while also gaining a black boyfriend that had no business being there (MY Luke??? I appreciate the bowtie pics but FUCK YOU) that she would soon dump for her light-skinned ex, and a victim complex.

She lost both her dignity and everything great about her.

No one hates Barbie more than me. No one. If I find out that you even glimpsed at her I will hunt you down.

Also recently they made a new Oracle, since she mostly deals with computers it’s sort of a robot thing and it’s STILL FUCKING ABLE BODIED THE POINT FEW PAST THEM AT A THOUSAND MILES AN HOUR

THE MADDEST I’VE EVER BEEN

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Thank you so much for all this! Idk what a lot of it means since ive literally never read a dc comic but ill keep it in mind when I start reading!!

[recurring-polynya]

Writing/Art Update 6/14/19:

So, there is good news and there is bad news.

The good news is, I have been tearing it up on Between Tides lately. At the moment, it stands at just under 80k words. I have a handful of to-dos scattered around in Chapters 1 through 11, and then another 6-10 scenes between Chapters 12 and 13, including some soft stuff I am really looking forward to and have been saving for when I finish all the tedious plot parts. Also, I got a beta reader. This has been tremendous for my confidence and also for the general quality of this puppy.

So my plan is to complete a close draft of everything, as noted above, and then I’m gonna post it one part per week, where I take that week to do a good close read and edit of each chapter before publishing. It is honestly really hard to work on something this big, but I think this is the way to do it.

Also, I am 1/3 through a new art that I am firmly-committed to finishing by the end of June, for thematic reasons.

So, the bad news is that I am doing some teaching at work over the next two weeks, which will necessitate working a bunch of overtime, which I hate, and which bites into my creative time. Then I’ll be away for most of the week of July 4th for a family trip.

We’ll see how it goes! I am doing my best! In any case, because I feel like I’ve been leading you all on, here’s the extremely gratuitous and not particularly relevant prologue, ft. Hanatarou. Enjoy! It’s honestly one of my favorite parts of the whole dumb thing.

“Ummm,” Rukia twisted her hands together. “How did it go?”

Hanatarou looked up at the ceiling. “It went… good, I think. We dug out three organs that definitely didn’t belong there, replaced his liver, and he was missing a kidney, so we fixed that.” Hanatarou scratched his head. “Don’t ever let Captain Kurotsuchi re-grow your organs, I guess is the lesson here.”

“Are you sure you should be giving me this level of detail?” Rukia asked. “I kinda expected you to just say ‘good’ or ‘bad.’”

“Well, he did list you as his ‘next-of-kin’ on his intake form.”

Rukia screwed up her face. “I guess he didn’t know who else to put.”

Hanatarou blew air out of his cheeks. “He’s actually awake right now. The general anesthesia is wearing off. I’m about to give him this--” he held up a horse pill in a little plastic cup, “which is probably going to knock him out again for about 12 hours, and as soon as he wakes up, I'm gonna give him another one. You wanna see him for the only five minutes he’s going to be lucid for the next few days?”

“Okay,” Rukia agreed, following Hanatarou back into a private room.

Renji lay in bed, his head turned to look out the window. It was a cold, blustery day out, as good a day as any to be cooped up in the Emergency Relief Station. His shitagi hung open over his chest, which was swaddled with bandages, cut off by the sheet pulled up to his waist. His hair was loose and looked a bit of a mess. Rukia had seen him grievously injured before, covered in blood, bruised and battered, but here, in the hospital, all swathed in white, and above all quiet, it was somehow worse.

“Hello, Lieutenant!” Hanatarou greeted cheerfully. “Look who’s here to see you!”

Dazed, Renji turned his head. There were dark circles under his eyes, like he’d been punched. When he saw Rukia, though, a joyful smile spread over his face. “Heeeey!”

“He’s still pretty heavily medicated,” Hanatarou whispered.

“Hey, yourself,” Rukia said softly, stepping up to his bedside. “Hanatarou says they got all the weird stuff out.”

“I know,” Renji replied, a horrified look on his face. “They showed me. It was gross! Healers are so weird. Why would they show me?”

“What’s your pain level?” Hanatarou asked, ignoring these slights to his profession.

“A two?” Renji guessed.

“That’s probably an eight for normal people,” Rukia pointed out.

“Oh, I know. We’re using the Squad 11 scale for him. Upsy daisy, Lieutenant Abarai, you’ve got a pill to take.”

Hanatarou and Rukia helped him sit up, and he dutifully swallowed his pill.

“You should start feeling sleepy in about 5 to 15 minutes,” Hanatarou promised. “Do you want Rukia to stay with you until then?”

Rukia opened her mouth to protest.

“Yuh-huh, please,” Renji nodded earnestly. How could she say no to that?

“If he’s not out in 20, come get me,” Hanatarou informed her. He noted something on the pad of paper hanging at the end of Renji’s bed, and then bustled off.

There was a chair in the corner, and Rukia pulled it up next to the bed. “Can I do anything for you?”

“My hair’s a mess,” he complained.

She frowned. “What do you want me to do about it?”

“Gotta bag around here somewhere. Gotta hairbrush. Can you braid it for me? So I can go to sleep?”

Rukia hunted around and found his overnight bag, complete with hairbrush and some hair-ties. Perching on the edge of his bed, she started running the brush through his long hair, gently teasing out the snarls. It was very soft, silky even. How did it possibly stick up so badly when he had it in the ponytail? Did he gel it? Did he do that on purpose? She divided it into three parts, and started plaiting. Maybe not the best job ever, but it would keep it out of the way while he slept. His eyelids seemed to be drooping.

“Thanks, Ru,” he mumbled. “That feels nice.”

She looped the hair-tie around the tail.

“There, all neat and tidy,” Rukia said, setting the brush on the bedside table. She started to get up to move back to the chair, and on a complete whim, planted a kiss on his cheek. He blinked, surprised. “For going to Hueco Mundo with me,” she said pleasantly.

He screwed up his face, trying to look angry and mostly looking petulant. “I wen’ all the way t’Hueco Mundo w’you and had to meet Dondochakka an’ got my organs broke, I shoul’ getta kiss on the face. Mouth face.”

Rukia’s eyes went wide. The audacity! She glanced out the open door for activity in the corridor, but this wing seemed pretty deserted. She got up on one knee on the bed. “Fine, you cheeky bastard.” She took his face gently in her hands, and lowered her lips to his. The kiss on the cheek had been chaste and closed-mouthed, but this one was not. Even though she was quite sure he was about to pass out, he kissed her back soundly, eagerly. She slid her fingers up the lines of his jaw, scratchy with stubble. His breath was stale and his mouth was dry. She didn’t care. They had almost died and they hadn’t. They were alive and their friends were alive and she didn’t know what was going to happen tomorrow, but at least there was going to be a tomorrow.

His head was starting to get heavy in her hands, and she realized he was fading. Pulling away, she scooted the pillows back into place, and helped him lay down more comfortably. He was definitely having trouble keeping his eyes open now. He mumbled something she wasn’t able to catch. “Sleep well,” she told him, pulling the sheet up to his chest, and letting her hand linger on his shoulder. “I’ll see you soon.”

Two weeks later, Rukia stood by another bedside, and this time, watched a spiky-haired boy wake up instead of fall asleep. They spoke. He wanted to stand up and walk outside. They spoke some more. This time, it was not “I’ll see you soon.” It was “good-bye.”

[kurainohikaru]

I made a few friends Cussing out Cinder/ Rwby Volume 6 Episode 1: Argus Limited

So at the premiere tonight they began it with showing a recap of the last 2 episodes of Volume 5, the first scene being a closeup of Cinder’s face. Now I’m not normally that rude guy at a theater but as soon as she showed up on screen I just shouted: “Get off the screen, you stupid bitch!”  Now this is in no disrespect to Jessica Nigri or CRWBY (maybe a bit of salt to M&K for waiting this long to give the backstory of her if we are ever even gonna get it but I digress.) I covered my mouth in shame but to my surprise, most everyone laughed (the theatre wasn’t even close to full so it wasn’t that many people)., so I continued to add my colorful commentary throughout, shouting, “BYE FELICIA!” in the silent moment where she is falling to her “death” frozen and there’s no audio, got a good few laughs outta that. 

Beware Spoilers below!

So after the Adam Trailer and Director’s commentary we finally got into the meat and potatoes, Rwby Volume 6 episode 1: Argus Limited.

 I wasn’t one of the people who avoided spoilers and so I was aware of the scenes shown at NYCC and I gotta say... I have NO IDEA why the kiss ignited the ship wars like it did. You couldn’t even see the kiss! It was from a zoomed out shot and Blake’s body blocked the cheek she kissed. Granted I love both ships (though still holding out for dem Seamonkeys, I know it won’t happen let a boy dream!), so I loved it anyway. Also, the entire theatre SCREAMED when Neptune showed up, if only for a brief moment.

What I CAN say about the Blake and Sun moment is that in that one conversation we had more development for Sun since his iteration into the series! Not only did he lament for how long he’s left his team and recognized how he’s kinda been a shitty leader lately, but he also realized that he would always be there for Blake, but she doesn’t need him right now and she’s where she needs to be. And that was both incredibly mature and wise of him to say. #ProudofmySun I have no doubt they and CFVY will be returning in the Vacuo Arc, if not sooner.

There was also a great conversation prior to this between Blake an Ilia, and a heartfelt teary hug from Ilia wishing Blake didn’t have to go. Honestly, that made me more shook up than Sun’s departure, I felt bad for her. Hopefully, we haven’t seen the last of her though.

I really enjoyed the overall episode’s blending of the serious and comedic. I think they’ve finally achieved that perfect balance they were looking for and I hope it persists, instead of bleeding into morosely overserious or completely out of place comedic.

There was an awkward bees moment where Blake tries to help Yang reach for her bag only for Yang to say she doesn’t have to do that, citing that it will be a bit awkward at first but she is genuinely glad to have her teammate back. I hope this isn’t the end of their drama because there definitely NEEDS to be a long tearful discussion about the repercussions of the fallout of Volume 3.

There is a brief bout atop the train with new Grimm(which I will get back to) before RWBY and JNR decide they need to separate to protect the people from attacking Grimm. Why you ask? Well because Ozpin decides to casually let everyone know, and I point out that even Qrow was surprised, that the Relic attracts Grimm. 

It seems the poster will indeed reflect the emotions of the girl’s this volume as this raises Ire with both Yang and Weiss, Yang asking why would he keep this from them? Before he can respond though, Ruby cuts her off and says it doesn’t matter, to which Yang and Weiss have the biggest “Are you fucking kidding me?” looks. I’ll be honest I didn’t see Blake’s reaction just because of how strong Yang and Weiss’s were, which makes sense given their disillusionment from Raven. Also, Ruby’s scythe surrounding Oscar/Oz on the poster symbolizing her protecting him seems like it will be something that plays out.

Jaune and Ruby share a moment, Jaune making Ruby promise she’ll meet them in Argus before going through with their plan of Jaune amplifying Ren’s aura to mask the entire front of the train while RWBY, Qrow, and Oz/Oscar stay in the back trains. 

Jaune’s semblance mastery is kinda insane already that and he has a shit ton of Aura since Ren was able to do that no problem and Jaune also healed an insignificant character’s severely bruised arm that got pinched between the tunnel and the wall after the tunnel ceased the first bout. Not to mention, we have even more proof of his large Aura capacity as that was at least a good few dozens of people in the train cars. This is going to prove to make some interesting combos later given we saw how fast Weiss could summon in Volume 5 after being affected by it #JauneistooOPPlzNerf

So as to the question I bet you’re all wondering...

How’s the action?

Now I don’t claim to be any animation guru and can’t point out finer details here but the action seemed more well-paced and much cleaner than anything in Volume 5. 

Some Highlights are as follows:

Ruby actually fighting decently and not just a bunch of motion blur scythe swinging.

Ruby saving Weiss with her semblance atop the train when the tunnel forces them to retreat.

Weiss Ice skating/leaping off her glyphs atop the train. Personally, I thought this was one of the best flair decisions combat wise.

Fun Yang and Blake 1v1 moments.

Amazing cinematic 1v1 of Qrow vs what I assume was the Sphinx Grimm all the others were much smaller and what I assume are Baby Manticore Grimm as concept art one was HUGE.

Amazing team RWBY moment (without ship names sadly) where they need to restrict the Sphinx’s movement to help Qrow. Yang puts herself on the opposite side of the team where Qrow is and draws it’s attention while Blake throws her ribbon of Gambol Shroud over the top of the Grimm’s torso. As it falls downward, Yang shotgun blasts Gambol shroud several times, the ribbon rewrapping around the Grimm several times before she jams it into the ground, holding it as Blake pulls on her end, effectively restricting it. Weiss then comes up and glyphs each of the wings of the Grimm freezing and then subsequently shattering them.

The moment culminates with a split screen showing both Ruby’s and Qrow’s faces, before each of them sniper/shotgun momentum themselves forward, each in scythe form. Qrow and then Ruby is shown to spin in a 360 spiral similar to what we’ve seen Ruby do before, executing the Grimm as it releases a final fireball. I thought this was beautiful to look at and a Nice touch illustrating Ruby was clearly trained by Qrow as mentioned in the very first episode of the show.

The fight ends as the train gets derailed (I can’t remember why but the fireball either blocked or derailed the track somehow I was too busy processing the above badass moment). Weiss quickly thinks to soften the blow gravity glyphing everyone atop the train as they crash.

Everyone is fine post-crash but I DID notice that the relic previously attached to Oscar’s hip is now missing. Which I will assume will lead into the next episode where we see Ruby find it in the shot from the trailer, as another point in the trailer shows it on her hip. 

The Episode ends with the strange old woman (Who I keep calling Katara thanks to a tumblr post on here lol) saying that was close. My money is more on her being a silver-eyed warrior than a maiden but only time will tell!

All in all, I loved this first episode, it felt very refreshing and fun to watch and I hope this momentum continues through the rest of the volume!

The night ended with the few people tracking me down after the movie, saying I was hilarious and inviting me out for some food, drinks, and theory-filled good company! Can’t wait to see what comes next!

[neighbours-kid]

Twelve's March

March was….a chaotic cluster-fuck of something that felt like two weeks tops. March went by fast. And also—wasn’t it just the beginning of the year? Wasn’t it just Christmas? Where’s all this time going?

Anyway, March was really weird. Full month of university, relatively full weekends I think, it just all felt weird and fast and I don’t even know what exactly I did all month. Well, except watch TV shows. Well, I say TV shows…I mean Doctor Who. And with that, I mean Matt’s arc with Clara, and all of Peter’s arc. Which you already know because I wrote a massive blog post about it, yelling incoherently about all sorts of things and not remotely making sense, I feel.

March was definitely a month defined by Doctor Who and specifically Peter Capaldi’s Twelfth Doctor, who I have come to love so much, I still don’t know how to wrap my head around it. I think I’m just gonna have to buy all the DVDs finally and just—watch it again. Because I have emotions and thoughts and ideas and these little bits of je ne sais quoi about so many things in relation to Peter’s wonderful wonderful performance. But I don’t want to spend too much time rambling on about him (again) and waste your time with that.

As I said, March was a full month of university. And honestly, it has sort of started to overwhelm me right now. With me being me and having extended one paper deadline to the end of February, and also fucking up one exam of the last term and having to retake that, I completely fell behind on all my actual work that I had to do for this term. There’s one class that I can’t attend but have to take, so I’m working through a book by myself, there’s another book for another course that I ordered way too late, and there’s so much reading that I should be doing and am not actually doing. So I’m totally behind on all things and I often find myself with books open and texts on my kitchen table, throwing highlighters around and post-it’s, trying to get it together, and just ultimately making more of a mess.

I am very glad Easter holidays are coming up soon so I have time to catch up with that (of course only if I don’t have to work during that week, which somehow might actually happen).

I also started a new minor this term—theology—(and finally finished art history—never have to do art history ever again!!!!), so that is also a bit of a challenge, though I do feel a lot better about it than I did about art history. It’s really interesting and I’m learning a lot of cool stuff, and I’m actually pretty good at being present in class and taking notes, so at least there’s that. Funny thing is: my theology courses are incredibly affirming of my gender identity and my plans for the future, and a lot of the things I learn support my own views, which is really great.

Another thing that’s really cool this term, is that I’m trying to hang out in our English department’s tea corner more often, eating lunch there (now that I actually have time to eat lunch on some days), and just trying to socialise more with people. And it’s great! I’m having a lot of lovely conversations with a lot of lovely people, and I think it’s really good for me to do that and just to try and be more open.

And honestly, I really like being at university currently? I have a cool group of friends, I’m having a really great time and learning a lot of cool and interesting things (mostly. There’s some rubbish introduction courses that I have to take now). But my problem is, that as soon as I sit in my tram home, as soon as I enter my apartment, I am just flat out exhausted. I am so done. Which is also why I rarely actually get any work done at home currently, because all I really do is maybe eat something small and then fall into bed to maybe watch an episode or two of something and then go to sleep.

On that note: Daylight savings time was just last weekend here, and it completely fucked over my internal clock. Like, the day before that, I went to bed at like 1.30AM because I was reading fanfiction (later more on that), and got up very easily the next day even before 10AM. Daylight savings? I went to bed, I think, only a bit after 11PM and had to get up at 7.30AM, and I was absolutely knackered. I immediately dozed off again as soon as I turned off the alarm and it nearly cost me my entire day because I had to catch a train. And it’s still not back to normal, I still have issues every morning getting up. I hope it gets better soon, once I have a day to just sleep in without an alarm and get up whenever I actually wake up. I have hope that this is gonna work.

But now: fanfiction! I’m not sure if I’ve talked about this on here before, but I was big on fanfiction a few years back, mostly in my BBC Sherlock time. And before that too, I think, way back when I first started really getting into Naruto in a more intellectual way than just watching it on TV. But that was when I was like….in sixth grade, or something like that. But I was huge on fanfiction for a long time, and I think together with falling off of the Sherlock train after that last season, I also stopped really engaging with that part of fandom. But now, thanks to my binging of Doctor Who I have absolutely fallen down that rabbit hole again. It’s just such a great thing, isn’t it? People creating massive, massive amounts of, essentially free work. Just to express this joy and this love for a thing and to share it with others. It’s amazing.

(Short side-note here: Did you know, Archive of Our Own, one of the biggest fanfiction sites, was nominated for a fucking Hugo Award? In its entirety? Making, effectively, over 4.5 MILLION pieces of fanfiction Hugo Award-nominated literature, and, with over 1.8 MILLION users, making many of those Hugo Award-nominated authors? It’s fucking brilliant. What a time to be alive!)

What else did I do in March? I’m sort of blanking, because this month went by so fast. Lemme think….

I went to see Captain Marvel opening night (which was, officially, Men’s Night, which we crashed, because we wouldn’t usually support such sexist events, but it was Captain Marvel), and then again a bit later one more time, and it was great, just really fantastic. Carol is right up there as one of faves now. Also, Jude Law was hot.

On that film note, I obviously watched some stuff this month again and tried to make notes of it. Six movies (well five, but one twice), 64 episodes of TV (50 of which being Doctor Who), and a bunch of shorts starring David Tennant. Aside from Captain Marvel I think the movies I liked best this month were Bad Samaritan (2018) and Fright Night (2011), both also starring David Tennant, which is why I watched them. Fright Night was great fun, Colin Farrell was a fantastic, sexy vampire, and David’s vampire hunter/Las Vegas magician act was just hilarious. I love how much of a coward he was, ultimately. What a fantastic vampire movie, really funny. Also, Anton Yelchin was in it, and I just realised how much I miss him and what a shame it is that he died so young. He was a great kid and a fantastic actor.

Bad Samaritan was also really cool. I had wanted to watch it for a while, since it came out actually, because David was in it, and because Dean Devlin directed and produced it, and I really adore his work (Leverage and The Librarians, anyone?) I was always a bit hesitant though, because I’m not very big on films that are too horror-y and gory, so I always pushed it off. But I’m very glad I finally saw it, because it was truly more of a thriller and not a horror movie. Fantastic story, the acting was brilliant (DT as a villain? Come on! So good.), the tension and suspense was absolutely incredible. Really a great movie, you should all watch it.

I’m sure there’s other things that I did in March that would be worthwhile to mention (was at my dad’s, visited my mom, went shopping with a friend), but I’m really sort of hazy about all the details and I honestly can’t be bothered to write more right now.

Anyway, I’m having a bit of a break soon—going to Lugano for four days with a friend—so I can hopefully relax a little and recharge my batteries for April.

Talk to you guys soon! Bye.

[itstimetodrew]

Got to campus like an hour earlier than I should have so I have time to do this, yay! :D

Tagged by @cascadena

Nicknames: Nat, but usually I’m just called Natalie!

Gender: Female

Sign: Aquarius

Height: 5′6.5″ / 169cm

Time: 9:05 am

Birthday: January 29th (SOON...)

Fav bands: Linkin Park, innerpartysystem, Phoenix

Fav solo artists: Madeon, Shawn Wasabi

Song stuck in my head: I woke up with Mezase Pokemon Master in my head lol

Last movie I saw: It’s a Wonderful Life....I think? It was good and I hadn’t seen it before! I really don’t watch many movies lol

Last show I watched: The Price is Right lmao

When did I create my blog: I think it was my sophomore year of high school so...Fall of 2011? Early 2012? I just came here for yugioh fanart and didn’t post much at first. :’)

What do I post: Not much now because I’m on Twitter more RIP, buuuut Pokemon! I mostly reblog random posts I find funny or pretty art or gifs from others. I love me some Yugioh too and have been in A Mood for it, so maybe there’ll be more of that :)c

Last thing I Googled: Panic at the disco 

Do I have any other blogs: None that I use! I had one for relatable pictures of Drew but that lasted like a whopping 3 days. Boy doesn’t give me much to work with lol

Do I get asks: Rarely. Especially now since I’m less active but even before I didn’t get a bunch. ...send me asks!!!

Why did I choose my URL: It wasn’t my original url, but I came up with this one maybe after a year on tumblr? It covers my bases of loving Drew but referencing the ‘it’s time to duel’ line in the yugioh dub lol

Following: 253

Followed by: 2,265 (at least 50% have to be inactive or spam lmao)

Average hours of Sleep: 7-8

Lucky number: 4, 44, 129 (for my birthday!)

Instruments: None! I did violin for a year in elementary school but that was it

What I am wearing: Tan sweater, dark blue skinny jeans, brown boots

Dream job: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh lobbying the anime industry to bring drew back

Dream trip: Japan. Ya knew it was the answer.

Fav food: too many!!

Nationality: American I guess lol (my heritage is pretty much 50/50 Polish and Hungarian)

Fav song: It’s been The Man by The Killers for like 5 months lol

Last book I read: I can’t read :/

Top 3 fictional universes I wanna join: Pokemon....uh.......that’s it

Not tagging anyone because I gotta get to class, bye! :’D

[doortjeanais]

SUGAR, WE'RE GOING DOWN :p

“Oppa, i like someone.”

Yoongi almost choked on his chips as Yoonji, his favorite twin sister, plopped beside him. It’s hard enough to keep Park Jimin and Jung Hoseok from following her around like sick fools and now she’s telling him she’s eyeing someone.

Yoonji, his little petal, is now a woman.

“No.” Yoongi said, curt and short. A warning Yoonji knows is reserved for things Yoongi labels as “stupid”.

She flipped out her phone, and showed Yoongi a video on Instagram. A young boy, not more than 18, dancing to Trey Songz’s Slow Motion in his sweatpants. Just his sweatpants. Yoongi looked at the username and bursted out laughing.

“Him? Good luck with that. Hah! Tell me when he talks to you.” With that, Yoongi took his things and walked out to his next class.

“Oppa, what’s that supposed to mean?”

Yoongi turned around and smirked at his dumbfounded sister.

“Perfoming Arts Building. Studio 4. He’s there, I am fucking sure he is. If you get to talk to him, let me know and I will personally wed you. Hahahaha good luck, sunshine!”

Just then, Jimin and Hoseok are racing against each other towards Yoonji’s direction, both carrying a bouquet.

Yoonji hid under the table and looked up the directions to Performing Arts Building, Studio 4, determined to make Yoongi embarass himself for thinking she can’t have Jeon Jungkook.

***

“Like I said, Jungkook is busy.”

Taehyung is looking down at a feisty girl who is tapping her foot while looking up at him, her arms folded against her chest.

“What do you mean he’s busy? HE’S JUST SITTING THERE ON THE FLOOR.”

He can feel a migraine kicking in. Jungkook has had a slew of fangirls and this one takes the cake. She wants to talk to Jungkook but since he has, under oath with Overwatch on the line, sworn to keep the door closed from all distractions especially girls, Taehyung has been arguing with her for the past 15 mins.

“Jungkook needs time to meditate before practice. That means more time alone and no time for other people, especially whiny, pushy, and tiny (He put his inder finger atop her head. Yoonji is furious.) little fangirls. Now go away, Jungkook hates noise.”

She stomped her foot. “You insufferable oaf! How dare you keep Jeon Jungkook to yourself! Who are you and who made you king to tell me what I can and cannot do?”

“Kim Taehyung, 20 years old. Theatre Major. Jeon Jungkook’s personal door guard and master of female affairs. Now let go of what ever grand ideas you have involving Jungkookie because I can assure you, he’s not interested. Bye midget.” With that, Taehyung slammed the door at Yoonji’s face.

Yoonji screamed in frustration. No one has done anything remotely disrespectful until now. No one ever refused Min Yoonji before. No, not today Satan.

She dialled Park Jimin’s number and soon Jimin is running towards her. He was about to glomp here when she whipped out her pepper spray gun and pointed it at Jimin’s face. Her eyes trained on the door Taehyung just slammed at her face.

“Yoonji-ah…” Jimin croaked. “What can oppa do for you, baby girl?”

“Do you know Jeon Jungkook?”

Jimin nodded. “Yup, we grew up together. Why, baby girl?” He slung his arm over her shoulders and smiled smugly. Yoonji pointed her pepper gun directly into his nostril and Jimin retracted his arms quickly.

“Call me baby one more time, I swear you will never smell anything again. Now,” she turned to him and smiled sweetly. Jimin was floored. “I want you to give him my phone number and if he texts me and asks me out, maybe, I’ll let you walk me to class tomorrow.” She traced a letter S on Jimin’s chest before poking him to drive a point.

“Ow! Yoonji, really? Jungkook? Why?”

“Do it Jimin, if you can’t, don’t even think about chasing me anywhere. I’ll put you under a restraining order.” She winked at him and strutted down the hall.

“I’ll be waiting~~”

The 2nd floor of the Performing Arts building heard a loud ‘you bastard’ and a door breaking.

People realized one thing that day: never get Park Jimin angry.

***

“Oww owww Tae, be gentle will you?!”

Taehyung dabbed Jungkook’s bruised cheek with betadine. Jimin went ape shit on Jungkook about stealing his girl and punched him squarely on the face. Jungkook was confused as to Jimin’s unusual, albeit unimaginable wrath. Mochis never get angry.

“Who the hell is she anyway? OWW!!! Tae, quit dabbing will you?! You’re getting me more bruised.”

“I dunno Kook, maybe if we bruise your face even more then maybe I don’t need to shoo girls away every fucking day or maybe we can stop that Yoonji girl from thirsting over you and maybe we can have Mochi back to being squishy okay? So c'mere, let me bruise you even more!”

“Stop it Tae! It hurts.” Taehyung drops the cotton ball and passes Jungkook the ice pack the nurse left. Damn, Jungkook can’t even let girls touch him. His bestfriend is sick in the head.

“I hate Min Yoonji. First, she took Jimin away, then she even got you hurt and now, Jimin is Monster Chim. Give me your phone Kook.”

“I can’t believe Mochi did this. Remember he said my face was precious Tae? How can he punch me over some stupid girl?! Wait, Tae, what are you doing with my phone?”

“I just sent Min Yoonji a message from Hell. Now are you done? Can we go home and play Overwatch? I’m starving.”

“You’re buying and I will be handicapped . You did not hold the door as you are supposed to. You broke your oath, loser.”

“Shit. Enjoy Satan, Min Yoonji.”

That day, the world also realized that the worst thing (depending on who you ask) that can happen is getting Kim Taehyung breathing revenge.

***

Min Yoonji is happy. Min Yoonji is excited to see her dumb brother’s face when she sends him a selca with the love of her life, Jeon Jungkook. Jimin must have done his end of the bargain as Jeon Jungkoom sent her a message.

JJK97 Hey there, sorry I was busy. Wanna meet later? CAFE SLAMMED at 730. Meet me by the bar. Don’t get bored without me. xx

MinJi Took you long enough to reply, Jeon. Be thankful I am gracing your presence later.

So there she was, in a cafe slowly getting filled with a bunch of people. A lonely chair under a spotlight sits on an off-center stage. She took a sip of her strawberry shake when a voice, deep and engaging broke her reverie.

***

“What did you message Min Yoonji?” Jungkook asked as he and Taehyung are battling it out on Overwatch in Taehyung’s brother’s room. Joonie’s TV is bigger.

“I sent her to the depths of hell.”

Jungkook slowly turned his face to Taehyung, who is turning blue in holding back his laughter. Jungkook bursted out laughing seconds later.

“No… We don’t even wish that to our enemies Tae. You’re so bad.”

“No Kook, she started it. Girl needs to meet Satan.”

The cracked up wildly, tapping their hands onto the floor.

***

No one wants to hear an off beat, too political malady disguised as a spoken word poem. The heavily packed cafe soon got emptied, with only Min Yoonji looking at the performer under the spotlight.

She did not understand his pathetic piece about rich kids and their rolls royce but it was all in English so, what was your point?

One thing is for sure: Jeon Jungkook has been long forgotten. Min Yoonji is now smitten with someone else.

***

Min Yoongi is writing a slick rap piece about his favorite twin sister’s stupid crush on one Jeon Jungkook. He smirked at the idea of rapping it to her smug face when she comes home without having talked to the elusive, woman-hater Jeon Jungkook she’s been crushing on when his phone dinged.

MinYoonJi posted a new photo.

Yoongi was expecting another tsundere selca but was greeted by a photo of his sister, kissing the cheek of one tall guy with a goofy face and a pair of nice dimples.

A face Min Yoongi so wants to punch, kick, and burn. But her caption made Yoongi want to skin the guy alive.

“First Love.”

“KIM NAMJOON HOW DARE YOU DEFILE MY PRECIOUS PETAL’S LIPS, YOU TALENTLESS PIECE OF SHIT!”

And that my friends is how Min Yoonji found her first love, Kim Namjoon (who is by the way, the person her twin brother loves to hate.)

***

So @biatch-with-wifi sent me a photo of a spliced min yoongi/min yoonji and she had an AU idea for a fic. A few exchanges later, it became the gist of this one shot, right here. Errors are all mine, not beta read. Enjoy the crack. Share the crack. Hahahaha

[kirakiraproject]

Kira Beauty - Ori

This week's Kira Beauty is our only 3rd generation Canadian member, Ori from Team R. I'm Mizuki and I'm the one who gonna interview Ori.

M = Mizuki O = Ori

M: Hi Ori!

O: Hello Mizuki! How are you?

M: I'm fine. How about you, Ori?

O: That's great! I'm also fine, thanks 🙂

M: So how has your day been?

O: Good so far, thanks 🙂 How has your been?

M: It has been pretty fine, thanks. How do you feel by being a member of Crystal Rose so far?

O: I feel very excepted and privilege. I wanted to join around five years ago but was no where's near good enough, and now that I finally made it, I'm just extremely happy 😁

M: Oh, so you knew about the group since the beginning? What was the reason that made you auditioned for the group this time?

O: Since I never thought I was good enough before, and I didn't have the right stuff to audition, I asked if the manager would keep me up-to-date about when the auditions would be help. When I got an email about Gen 3 this year, I nearly fell out of my chair. I thought the idea of being part of a group that sung original songs, and made music videos would be fun, and I really wanted to be apart of something like that.

M: I understand your feelings. I was also very happy by joining this group. Working in a group is so much more special than working all alone. Actually you are great, so you shouldn't think you weren't good enough. 

M: So since when did your dream as a singer start?

O: It is. Oh thank you 🙂 My dream to become a singer started probably around the time I was actually able to sing. Me and my mom would always sing together regardless of what we were doing when I was little, and music was always a big part of my life. I always wished I could be on stage singing to a bunch of fans 😊

M: Hope you will be able to do it soon! What kind of music genres would you like to sing?

O: I would love to sing ballads, or really emotional rock / alternative songs. What kind of genres do you like to sing?

M: Actually the same, hahaha! Or a mix of them all and rap too should be good. Have you thought about releasing your own songs in the future?

O: I never thought about rap. That would give a really nice flair to the song 😮 And I would love to release my own songs now actually, although I have no idea how to make the instrumental track for that, 😅😅

M: Hahaha same same!! I don't know anything about how to make the instrumental part too! Maybe we should contact those who know to work with them haha. But would you like to compose and write your own lyrics, or you are fine with someone else doing it for you?

O: Maybe we should lol. I bet you would make such lovely music 😮 It would be nice to write and make my own music, but I'm fine with someone else doing it for me, for now. Or even, I could just write the lyrics. I'm fine with that too.

M: Thank you, I would say the same for you. OMG, please release your own songs soon!!! I'm exciting for them!! 😍😍 If you have to write a song right now, what would you want the song to be about?

O: 😳😳 Oh my lol thank you. I wold probably write a song about heartbreak, or people using people, or about being yourself, and unique, cause everyone being the same creates a very dull world.

M: Wow, really deep songs then! I like those! 

M: Besides then being a singer, do you have other dream occupations?

O: I'm also working towards being a voice actress, and possibly an online artist ^.^

M: What is an online artist?

O: I st mean someone who would post speed paints, and post their art online to sell, as commissions, or otherwise.

M: Oh wow! I remember I have seem your paintings. They are very beautiful! Do you have any website where you post them at the moment?

O: Oh wow, thank you 🙂 I post my speed paints to this YouTube channel - - > > https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCcV-DGXOzZS_trJ7lcQXzpQ Though I haven't posted anything lately.All of my WIPs, and paper drawings go on my Instagram.

M: Wow, so everyone, please visit Ori's super art after reading our interview! 😉 How long have you been interested in drawing?

O: I have been since I was 12, so almost 5 years.

M: You learnt that much in only 5 years? It's amazing!!

O: /)//(\ Thank you. If you practice a lot, everyday, you can really improve your skills 🙂 Plus, I like to think it's in my blood lol, cause my parents, and siblings all draw extremely well too.

M: Maybe it is, but everything needs its' hard work, so I'm sure that you also have put down a lot of hard work into those to make them as amazing as they are today!

O: True true. Practice, and hard work always come first before talent, and even when you are good, there is still always room for improvement or new skills 🙂

M: Since we are in a Japanese inspired group, I'm sure you listen to Japanese music too right?

O: I do listen to Japanese music. Like GANiDELiA, REOL, and Vocaloid, plus some Utaties like JubyPhonic, and Rachie.

M: Oh, so since when did you start to listen to Japanese music?

O: When I was 12. Everything relating to anime, art, or singing actually covers started when I was 12 actually lol

M: How comes haha? How did you start to listen to Japanese music?

O: I started really watching anime when I was 12, and that lead to me looking up the opening songs, then covers, and then finding all these other singers.

M: Oh, do you remember the name of your first anime?

O: My first anime was Spirited Away, and Mew Mew Power.

M: Are you still watching anime right now?

O: Of course 🙂 Right now I'm trying to work my way through the One Piece series, and I keep drawing the characters 😩 Which isn't helping me get through the anime. I'm only on episode 43 😭

M: You don't need to hurry to watch through it. Just watch when you have time haha 😀 

M: If we go back to the music topic, do you prefer to sing in Japanese of English more?

O: That's a hard question. I guess it all depends on the song really. Sometimes it's easier to sing one in Japanese than English, and vice-versa 😅😅

M: I see. How's your Japanese? Do you understand the basic?

O: はい！わかります！But just the basics lol.

M: Wow, you even know how to type in Japanese. Actually my Japanese is super bad, so I can't read what you wrote, haha. I only know some very few words haha. How did you learn Japanese?

O: I said "Hai! Wakarimasu." Which is Yes, I understand. I learnt by getting help from one of my exchange student - friends, and also by using some language apps 🙂 I'm also trying to learn German, and French.

M: Wow, you're very hard working! That's good that you are learning a lot of languages! So what is your goal within the 5 years?

O: To be known a bit more online, and to be in acting college 🙂 Can I ask what your goals may be?

M: Good luck!!! Go for it!! You are in high school right now right? When are you gonna join college? About my goal, I hope to become well-known online and together with you all make Crystal Rose into a successful group.

O: Thank you. I am in high school - grade 11. I plan on going to college a year or two after I graduate, so when I'm 20. Oooh that's a wonderful goal! Good luck Mizuki! I know you can do it!!!! 🙂

M: Thank you so much, dear! The same with you, Ori! 

M: By the way, since you gonna study acting in college, does it mean that you also would like to become an actress?

O: Your welcome 🙂Yes it does! Acting is so much fun, I wish to do it as my main profession. But if I fail 😞 I will become an Art and English teacher.

M: I also have an interest in acting. It seems fun! I think it's good that you have a lot of plans, so like you said if one doesn't work then there's always another. Since you are thinking of becoming a teacher, which grade would you like to teach?

O: I bet you would be an amazing actor! If you plan on pursuing than good luck 🙂 I would like to teach grade 7 or 8 English, but grade 10 or 11 art.

M: The same with you! Don't give up your acting dream!! Good luck!!!!!!! 💪💪❤️❤️ So funny that some of our dream are very similar, since I have also thought of becoming a teacher, though I don't think of it so much right now, haha.

O: You should also not give up!! I'll be rooting for you from afar 〜〜！！！！ ❤️❤️ It is kind of ironic lol.

M: It's good to not give up one's dream! Everything is possible in the world! ✨✨ So Ori, thank you so much a nice talking time! Wish you the best with all your dreams! And for all of you who have read our interview, thank you so much!

O: Thank you so much for interviewing me Mizuki. Good luck on all your dreams as well. And thank you everyone who read along! Have a good day 〜

M: Have a good day for you too Ori! Bye everyone!