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pastel9girlbunny000die · 4 years

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This is written though to @mizunetzu Christmas event secret Santa. I didn't know when to post it but on the day of the deadline. So I hope the person whoes secret Santa I got to be like it and it is good? Which I doubt.

Warnings: none

Fandom: my hero academia/ Boku no hero academia

Title: The Love Letter

Ship: Mirio x male Reader

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Mirio is quite a good guy always fun to be around, he turns to look at the positive side of things.

And that's what made you like him even more, his great and fun. Since the day he met you he stuck around like a log every corner you turn you met him with a wide smile spread across his face.

At some point you started having romantic feelings towards the said boy, a little afraid to speak up. You didn't know his sexuality or what kind of person he's into, it kinda confused you since he surrounds himself with all kind of people, different personalities, genders, ages and taste.

His definitely a attention seeker, for great friendships.

Instead of pouring your heart out in person not wanting to face humiliation, or be seen spilling tears. Not wanting to be friend zoned in person.

You could only do one affected thing...

Write a love letter♡

Yes go a bit old school and express your feelings through written words on a piece of paper and stick it into his bag, anonymously.

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"Hey, (L/n) look here isn't this dress really pretty or what?" One of the girls in class leaned over showing a certain (h/c) who was bored out of his mind face down on desk drool running down his chin

"Huh?" Lazily turned to look at the girl as she shove the magazine into his face. Forcefully taking it for her sitting up straight again so he can actually she what she was yapping about

"Yeah, I guess so?"

"I mean like yeah it's cute isn't it?"

(Y/n) ignored the rest of the girl's blabbering turning his attention back to the book in his hand flipping through the pages, it was pretty noisy in class being break and all everyone can enjoy their food as well as break.

"Did you hear, Mirio Togata another girl confessed to him."

"I heard he rejected her."

"Really, I bet its cause he doesn't have a quirk anymore."

"What a shame I guess his not worth it anymore."

"Its so sad how he keeps smiling like that."

A few girls whispered. (Y/n) had enough slamming his hand onto the table startling the girls

"His not worthless, his power isn't the only good trait about him! He has a great personality and strong believes!" The boy yelled taking his stand turning away leaving the classroom

Most of the class was shocked especially Tamaki and Nejire knowing (Y/n) isn't actually a person that gets easily angry

***

"Wow that really happened?" Mirio questioned a little surprised, Nejire just told him what you did for him first he thought it wasn't necessary but then again you were brave enough to defend him. It was sweet in a way made him happy to know your looking out for him

"Yeah, my the way you where going to show us what's in your hand?" The purple haired girl says trying to speak past her friend back

"Oh! This-" Mirio paused reaveling the Piece of paper that was behind him, a bright smile spread across his face he was practically sparkling

"O m G, is that a love letter!" Nejire gaps getting happy for her friend, her heart all pounding even if it wasn't meant for her she would always care and love her friends, even Tamaki cracked a shy smile taking a quick look at the happy blonde

"Yep, it's a love letter. Found it in my bag."

"Really what does it say what does it say?!"

"It is the most beautiful and loving thing I have ever read, the feelings and emotions poured into writing it, the reason why they love me made me feel completed, when and how got me to tears and laughter I couldn't help but smile. I'm in love." Mirio smiled softly a single year sliding down his cheek arms hugging the paper tightly to his chest

"Wow.. who sent it?"

"Anonymous. They where to afraid to give it in person or speak up, it makes me sad to think so."

"Oh.. mmh?" A concern look spread on Nejire face feeling bad for her friend "so you'll never know who it is?" She whispered is a sad tone

"Oh! No," Mirio laughed rubbing the back of his head "I know this hand writing anywhere I've seen it too many times, I know who this is."

"Really?!"

"Yep. Now if you'd excuse me I gotta a crush to hunt down" Mirio waved disappearing down the halls, leaving his two friends behind

***

"Why that bitch!" (Y/n) cursed kicking the wall leaving dusty shoe prints on the stone, anger written all over his face, sadness building up in his eyes

'Why would anyone be valued to their power? Instead why not love them regardless of what they are, who they are, what gender they are or not. You should love the person not what they have!'

"It pissed me the fuck off!"

"What does?" A kind voice traveled with care and a little worried to (Y/n) ears, making him turn to the owner of the loving voice. Mirio stood there a small smile on his face soft gaze upon your form

"Oh! Mirio sorry it's nothing." (Y/n) says looking away avoiding eye contact his shyness immediately returns with a aching heartbeat and a uncontrollable blush

"Hey, (Y/n) buddy I wanna talk to you." Mirio slowly walking toward you till he was face to face trying to catch your attention by going into your line of sight but it only ended up with you turning your back to him, unable to control your heartbeat wondering if he could hear it just as loud as you are

"So, I wanna thank you. I heard from Nejire what happened and I'm really grateful that you stood up for me I didn't know you care that much. So thanks (Y/n)." The words made you so happy, if this makes you feel like your about to die what would a kiss do?

"There's something else I want to talk about too, this is kinda girly but. I got a love letter today!" Mirio started talking in an unsure tone till he ended the sentence with a much more gleeful and cheerful tone all smiles and rainbows

"R-really ?" You took a quick glimpse at the paper in his hand turning back to the wall

"Yeah, wanna hear what it says?"

"N-no-" your voice came out below whisper unheard from Mirio as he continued

"I was thinking today about how very much I love you, and how I never have the courage to tell you that. So I wanted to sit down and let you know how truly in love with you I really am Mirio.

I still remember the first time I met you I thought you were weird and you till are, we were both still in middle school so I didn't know much about my feelings, it took me very long to figure out, You were smiling ear-to-ear and absolutely lit up the room it made me feel shy and awkward around you which I'm not. I tried avoiding you but like paper you stuck to me like glue.

Till today you still make me happy and shy. Weak to my knees along the way

I truly think you are the most handsome guy in the world. I love the feeling of your gaze on me even the tiniest brushed of skin makes me hyper. Your smile lifts my spirits on even my worst days. I love your laugh and your ability to find humor in every situation. I’m so grateful for everything you do for me.

You truly complete me. These last few years have been the happiest of my life. I can’t tell you how lucky I feel to always have my best friend by my side, but I'm too scared to face rejection and see a sorry look on your face.

I'd rather keep myself hidden in your shadow. So I can just love you for awhile longer

I truly love you. Mirio Togata."

"Yeah that's really pretty." I sighed, why would he read it to me? I send it anonymously it hurts just knowing I can't be with him

"Yeah it, is really pretty it makes me happy to know someone cares this much about me and is afraid to tell me in person. This letter is making me happy but I'm already in love."

What? He.. why do I feel like crying? My heart ached worse and it hurts

Tears started falling dripping down into the ground disappearing beneath the sand, (Y/n) body started trembling as he hugged himself feeling hopeless and pain

"(Y/n) what's wrong?... why are you crying?!" Mirio panicked not knowing what to do, only to turn you around facing him and hug you tightly to him pressing your face into his soft chest arms securely around your back

"Its okay, it is okay (Y/n) I'm right here you can talk to me, does it hurt somewhere did someone say something mean." He spoke softly between your sobbing and whimpering holding you tight as possible

"I-I ... lo-love you-you Mi-rio.. please don't g-go!" It made a kind smile appeared on the blonde face he lift you chin so that your eyes met, his shirt was all wet from your crying but that is the last thing on his mind

"Hey, calm down. Its okay I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere." You finally steady your breaths you heart still beating out of your chest, as Mirio whips away your tears

"I love you too. (Y/n) (L/n), the love letter is truly beautiful."

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I hope you enjoyed. ~

#mha fanfiction #anime #male reader #fanfic #bnha #bnha mirio #mirio togata #mirio x male reader #mr mizunetzu Christmas secret Santa

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lilaclovestowrite · 5 years

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Arcade Chaos (Katsuki x Cheerful!Reader)

“ Bakugo oneshot with cheerful!reader at arcade plz? ”

Type: Request from Quotev

Words: 2556

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Katsuki x Reader

Genre: Hint of fluff, lots of Katsuki rage lol, and mainly humor

Summary: Somehow, you’re able to drag your crush, Katsuki Bakugou, to an arcade for the day. Of course, this creates chaos, since the Bakusquad happens to be there as well. But maybe, after all the chaos, you’ll finally be able to confess your true feelings to him!

Warnings:

None

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“Why the heck are we in this lame place!?” questioned an irritated Katsuki.

“Cuz arcades are fun!” I answered, leading him in by the hand. He was very resistant—but he was no match for my nonexistent strength.

“Fun? This place is for nerds who live in their mom’s basement. Just like stupid—”

“Deku, yeah, yeah,” I finished for him with a blasé attitude. “I’ve heard it all before. Why don’t you just focus on something else besides Midoriya?”

“Pfft, like what?”

“Uh, something that actually matters. Video games, obviously.”

“I’m leaving.” Just as he tried to escape, I pulled him back.

“Get yer hands off me!” He flicked his wrist away from me, and huffed as he scanned the arcade’s interior.

“Come on, please stay with me for just an hour? PLEEEEEAAAASSSEEEEEE~!?” I forcefully smiled, holding my hands together in a purposely pathetic pose.

“Well, you already kidnapped me so—whatever. And what’s the difference between these games and the ones on my phone? Only geeks play these chunky, 8-bit fossils.”

“Trust me. You’ll see,” I vaguely left as an answer.

After I dragged Katsuki around the building, I asked him if anything caught his eye. “So, do you know what game you wanna play?”

“’Nuke the Zombies’ didn’t look too trashy, I guess.”

I blinked once. “Uhh, how about something more child-friendly?”

“Fine. How about ’Blow up the Bunny’ then?”

Why did I ever think this was a good idea?

“Let’s not.”

But what we didn’t know, is that our other friends happened to be here as well! Eijiro, Denki, Hanta, and Mina approached us all at once.

“Wow! Hey, guys! Nice to see you here,” Eijiro greeted.

Hanta laughed. “Didn’t really expect to see you two here. . .specifically, together.”

“The heck you mean by that!?” Katsuki nearly erupted, but I held him back.

“Oh, y’know—just figured you’d be at home plotting your revenge for Midoriya or something.”

His response only earned him a snarl from Katsuki. But Mina, on the other hand, decided to push all of Katsuki’s buttons without thinking.

“Maybe they’re on a date!!” she gasped. “WAIT, ARE YOU—”

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!! This isn’t a heckin’ date!” Katsuki debunked. “She bugged me nonstop about coming to this trash hole, and finally got on my nerves, so I came.”

By the smug look on my friend’s faces—they were obviously not buying it. Truthfully, I wouldn’t have minded it if were a date. Considering I’ve always had a thing for Katsuki. People may have thought I was crazy for liking someone so spastic with anger management issues—but there was more to him than just his atrocious personality. He had a lot of admirable qualities like uh, well, I’ll think of some later.

“Alright then~” Mina giggled.

“Guys, when can we play some games?” asked Denki.

“Right now!” Eijiro made an immediate beeline for Whac-A-Mole. “Bakugou, you gotta try out this game! I used to play it when I was younger, and it’s so much fun.”

“The heck is it?”

Katsuki stormed over and studied the attributes of the vintage game, while Eijiro explained the rules of it to him.

“And when the mole thing rises up, you just hit it with this mallet!”

“Pfft, sounds like a baby game. Pass.”

“Aw, c’mon!” I joined in, trying to convince him to try it out.

Hanta agreed, “Yeah! Don’t be such a wet blanket, man.”

After all our nagging, he eventually gave in and reluctantly picked up the game mallet. “Gross, a thousand brats probably got their diseased germs all over this thing.”

“They’re not as diseased as your attitude, that’s for sure—”

“COME AGAIN, KNOCK-OFF PIKACHU!?!”

“Hey, hey,” Eijiro tried calming. “Just try one round at least!”

“Ugh, fine.”

Once the game started, the plastic moles slowly rose up from their holes, and each one was hammered by Katsuki. He displayed his obvious boredom through stance and expression.

“This game is about as fun as watching paint dry.”

“Oh, it gets harder,” I snickered.

“This is about as hard as using Deku as a football.”

But he was soon showed otherwise—as the game’s difficulty increased. The moles now only stayed up for half a second now, and even Katsuki was having a hard time keeping up.

“C’mon, dude! Whack them!” Eijiro cheered.

“THIS STUPID MALLET ISN’T WORKING!!!” he screeched, causing the rest of the people around us to stare. It was a bit embarrassing. But that’s my penalty for going out in public with Katsuki. “DIE, RATS, DIEEEEEE!!!!” So, he dropped the mallet, and just started exploding the moles with his hands.

And of course, the result was he melted the arcade machine. All the moles were now nothing but liquefied plastic, which was totally uncalled for compared to the games standards.

I walked back to my friend’s table with Katsuki by my side.

“Alright, I just called Katsuki’s therapist and he was able to, er—scream out his issues. So, I think we’re good!” I informed with a thumbs up.

“My therapist can bite rocks.”

I let out a sigh of disappointment at his rude response.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Did you see any games that caught your eye?” Hanta wondered.

I answered with, “Hmm. . .well, I did wanna play Whac-A-Mole. But now it’s melted into the flooring, so. . .”

“It wasn’t even fun,” Katsuki downplayed. “I have more fun beating Deku. Wait—they should make a game called Whac-A-Deku. Now, I’d play that.”

We only stared at our friend, mildly disturbed.

Hanta said, “Pac-Man it is, then.”

After playing a few more games, we headed to the eating area. We ordered some pizza and soda, so we just chatted as we ate.

“You guys, what do you think is better? Pac-Man or Ms. Pac-Man?” asked Mina.

“They’re the same thing, Raccoon Eyes.”

“NO, PAC-MAN IS A MAN, AND MS. PAC-MAN IS A WOMAN.”

I awkwardly nibbled on my pizza, watching the conversation between them take a nosedive for the worst.

“Guys, is butter a carb?” Katsuki asked us.

Denki replied, “I don’t know—I don’t watch Gordon Ramsey.”

“Whatever, I’m getting cheese fries.” He launched his pizza in the trash can (which he carelessly missed), and headed back to the ordering station.

Just as Katsuki got out of earshot, Mina immediately began interrogating me.

“So. . .ya sure you two weren’t on a date~?”

I went red with total shock and embarrassment. “What? No way! He doesn’t like me like that.”

Hanta chuckled. “He liked you enough for you to literally drag him here. That’s like, a deathwish for most people.”

I knew he had a point.

Eijiro said, “Plus, he needs a girlfriend. He needs someone to keep him fairly sane.”

All their talking had me blushing. Yes, I liked Katsuki a lot—but I never thought it’d go any further than that. However, you never know about these kind of things.

“So. . .should I ask him out or something?” I hesitantly questioned.

“Go ahead! I mean, there’s not a line of girls trying to date him, that’s for sure.”

I took it into consideration. Maybe today, I should try to make a move. I mean, YOLO, amirite?

“Alright, I’ll try next time I see him,” I gulped.

They all smiled uncontrollably, but instinctively stopped once Katsuki returned to the table.

“Why’re you idiots all staring at me like a bunch of idiots?”

“Oh, uh—well. . .” I mentally prepared myself for rejection. I knew all my friends were bursting at the seams, waiting for me to confess my feelings to Katsuki. But it was just so awkward. So, I chickened out. “I uh, wanted to know if you were gonna share your cheese fries with me.”

“What does share mean?”

I could hear Eijiro facepalm. So, I ended the awkwardness with, “Nothing! Just eat your fries—”

Later, we all continued searching for what else to play.

So, I cleared my throat to get everyone’s attention. “Ahem. How about we do something that’s multiplayer?”

“You mean like a competition?” Katsuki wondered, a psychotic smile forming on his face once the idea of winning first place entered his mind. Now, we were all scared.

“Uh, you’re smiling like a psycho again—I MEAN, uh, yeah! We just need to find a game that allows two players. . .and one that isn’t taken.” As I examined the room and every one of its consoles, I found one that caught my eye.

Dance Dance Revolution (DDR).

“Hmm, I know! That one!” I excitedly pointed to the one I was referring to.

“OMG, that one is so cool! I used to play it when I was younger!” Mina beamed.

“Oh, great. Dancing? I thought you’d pick something that would actually hold my interest. Like no-scoping zombies or something.”

I crossed my arms and said the thing I knew would make him do what I wanted. “What? You think you can’t beat me? Think I’m gonna win instead~?”

“Pfft, in your dreams. I’d beat you at any game at any time of the week. You’re a lame gamer.”

“You think so, eh? Well, let’s just find out!” I skipped over to the DDR machine and patiently waited for the two children to finish up their round. However, patience wasn’t an idea Katsuki could process in his arrogant brain.

“Hit the road, punks! I’ve got a game to win!” He shoved the two kids off, and cleared the platforms for both of us. I tried mouthing an apology to the two schoolboys, but they had already escaped to find their parents.

Katsuki extended his arms and stretched out his fingers. Eijiro and Hanta approached me, asking if I was sure this was a good idea. I knew Katsuki was unhealthily obsessed with winning, but that only made it more fun being his opponent, at least in my opinion! (Plus, seeing him fail was ten-times funnier).

“Go easy on her, dude,” Denki tried helping out.

“No way, Calamari. I’m not a braindead loser like you.” Finishing up his mini exercise, he stepped onto the dance platform. “What’re you waiting for, girly?” Katsuki snarked at me with a confident smirk.

I stepped on mine as well, and scrolled through the list of songs to perform. “We could start with easy mode,” I offered.

“No way. Go for the hardest mode you can find.”

Someone was going to break their legs, and it wasn’t going to be Midoriya this time around.

“Oh. . .well, uh—alright!” I landed my finger on this Vocaloid song called The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku, which was apparently the most challenging one on this menu. “Alright, there’s the modes: Beginner, Intermediate, Pro, Master, and uh, Death.”

“Choose Death then.”

With a cloud of anxiousness looming over my figure, I pressed that option. I didn’t know what to expect—but I was scared.

“How bad can it be?” chuckled Eijiro.

Oh, but it was pain. It was the most torture I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.

When the gameplay started, it wasn’t too hard in the intro of the song. But when the fast part came, it was like we were dancing to save our lives. People in the building came to spectate us and our anguish—but our friends cheered us on the entire time.

“REEEEEEEEE, END MEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Katsuki screeched as he barely managed to touch the flashing tiles on his platform.

I felt as if I was jumping across a room full of nails sticking straight up. I could barely keep up with the beat of the song, and I was already exhausted. But we weren’t even halfway into it.

“BEATING ALL FOR ONE IS EASIER THAN THIS TORTURE MACHINE!” roared Katsuki.

“You’re almost to the beat break!” Hanta reassured.

Finally, the first verse of the song ended. So, our legs could take a break for a few seconds. Katsuki and I were desperately trying to regain oxygen, since it was such a rush. When we looked at our current scores—I saw that I was luckily five points higher than Katsuki.

“WHAT THE HECK!? HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE!?” he raged.

“HA.”

Everyone cheered for me at the moment, but Katsuki wasn’t having it. He was more than determined to beat me now.

When the gameplay resumed, we continued to push ourselves to dance on the correct tiles. Our scores were nearing closer together, and it was only a matter of time before one of us passed each other for good and won.

“ALMOST THERE,” Katsuki spoke to himself, as he glimpsed at his own score.

But just the moment before it was all over, Denki accidentally activated his Quirk due to the hype building up in his system—and it shot out at the DDR machine, causing it to short-circuit and die.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Katsuki bellowed out, as he fell on his knees and placed his hands on the now black screen. “I’M GONNA KILL YOU, STUPID PIKACHU!!!”

However, it was pointless because Denki already fried his brain and went dumb. “Wheyyyy~”

Eijiro couldn’t help but laugh hysterically, along with Hanta and Mina. It only made Katsuki’s blood boil—and frankly, I couldn’t help but giggle too.

“I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS PAIN.” Katsuki stood up and stalked out of the arcade. Of course, I followed him.

“Katsuki! Don’t be upset. It’s only a game.”

“I WAS SO CLOSE TO WINNING!” he fumed. “I COULD HAVE BROKEN THE STUPID RECORD—”

“Shh, just relax! They’ll probably fix it, and we can always come back later.” I placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, which he surprisingly didn’t flick off.

“Hmph. I’m never playing that demon game ever again.”

I laughed softly. “Well, there’s plenty of other games. But other than the fact Denki shut off the game—did you have fun?”

He turned his head to me, and for I moment, I swear I saw his eyes soften by a fraction. “Maybe a little—but not that much.”

I’ll take that as a yes, coming from him.

But now that we were together with no other distractions, I decided to take a risk and slide my hand into his. He widened his eyes—since affection was probably a concept far removed from his unfriendly mentality.

I looked down at the floor and smiled, saying, “I was thinking, Katsuki. Would you uh, would you consider being my Player Two?”

I didn’t even care how cheesy I was being at this point.

“The heck does that mean?”

Our friends screamed from a distance, “SHE’S ASKING YOU OUT, GENIUS!”

Katsuki stiffened up, since he was struggling to find a riposte to throw back in my face. But it was relentless. Instead, he let out a sigh and told me, “That’s the sappiest and most idiotic thing I’ve ever heard—but sure. You’re not as annoying as the others.”

I strained my cheeks from smiling so much, and I threw my arms gleefully around Katsuki. The others were probably afraid he’d blow up or something, but thankfully, he didn’t. Instead, he returned the favor by awkwardly rubbing my head.

“They’re so cute together~” sighed Mina.

“Yeah, Bakugou better not screw it up,” Eijiro added with a smile.

“It’s Bakugou, he screws everything up.”

“True.”

Maybe coming to this place was a good idea after all~

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prorevenge · 5 years

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Hurt my friend? I'll force you to drop out of college

So in my first year of university, I lived in a flat with five other girls. Next-door to our flat was a studio flat, where one girl lived alone. During the first week, she joined our flat for a party, and became friends with all six of us. Let's call her Mary. Mary had been long-term dating a boy who lived in another county in an open relationship. She was very fun to be around, and we all got on really well.

Time goes by and she visits us regularly for company. Through this she ends up meeting most of my friends, including my best friend, who we'll call Sarah (as she has a part to play in this story). Mary opens up about her shitty family, and how her parents never taught her to cook anything -- so me being me, I offer for her to come round one night and I'll teach her how to cook her first meal. We agree on a simple stir fry to start us off, and I bought the ingredients. On the night, she tells me about her relationship; and how she's looking to experiment with specifically women (and how her bf had given her permission); and how she found asian people particularly attractive. She was well aware that me and my friend group are mostly LGBT girls, and I'm pretty clearly asian. I'm a kind of stereo-typically attractive woman; and have experienced similar uncomfortable situations with men many times... so without her directly asking in the first place, I made it clear I wasn't into doing that and she happily told me that was totally okay.

She tells me about her passion for becoming a nurse, and more about her bf; and how she gets a little jealous sometimes, causing her to look through his phone often when they're together. That struck me as really unhealthy, so I told her it was. She found it weird I thought it was a bad thing to do. That should have been a huge red flag for me there and then, but I'm a big idiot who always tries to see the best in people. I tell her to maybe stop that habit and just trust him (as the way she talked about it made her sound like she was an r/ nicegirl who somehow scored with some poor pushover of a dude and it worried me a bit).

As the night goes on, my flatmates all arrive and hang out. When everyone was there, Mary let as know that our front door closes really loud when we leave it to shut automatically, and directly through the wall was her bed. It wakes her up often, so we should always slowly, manually close the door ourselves so as not to wake her up ever (she gets very tired as she's doing a nursing degree with crazy hours). We all agree to do this for her because it's not much effort for us, and the night ends.

Fast forward a few months and I need to find a place to live in my second year of university. I go looking for houses with Mary, as Sarah was staying in the same place for the next year and all my current flatmates had already arranged stuff (I had left it late like a fool). A lot of my friends had spare places in flats, but like Mary I was going to try to rent in a house, so we go to visit a 2-person small house on the nice side of town with her parents. It's lovely, I can *just* afford it and everything's fine except Mary keeps getting angry with her parents for what looked like no good reason. I would understand some hostility if you grew up with such a bad family, but she was actively berating and shouting at her parents in front of the estate agent. I don't know why I overlooked it... probably because my own family wasn't great and I still thought that much negativity was okay? Fuck, I dunno.

The estate agents' office we went to seemed a little dodgy, which made me feel uneasy. Mary desperately wanted a place to live though as she had nobody else to go with (in hindsight I freaking wonder why); and she pressured me very hard to sign. So I reluctantly do the tenancy agreement, and we're set to move in next year, no backing out now, deposit laid, all that. I'm a little nervous, but I'm convinced Mary has some good in her heart and that she can learn to be a better person while we live together with my love and encouragement. She likes my company because I'm always trying to put a smile on her face even when she's down, and I'm hoping she'll learn she can be happy when she's with the right people for her.

She tells me that she doesn't let her boyfriend interact with other girls, and she doesn't let me see him when he visits. She outright asks me to try sexual stuff with her a few times over the months, using her depression as a pity card. I say no each time, and worry starts to grow inside me about how I was going to have to move in with this person... I felt grateful our bedroom doors would have locks on them.

My flatmates started getting uncomfortable around her. They were all straight, and her lowkey sexual behaviour towards them made them ask me if that was okay; and made me irritated that she was reinforcing that whole gay-predator stereotype on them. We were her only friends though, so I told everyone to just try and help her learn to be better, as long as they were okay and comfortable with that. My kind flatmates all did just that, bless them! The fact Mary was getting good influences from these people boosted my assurance that she'd break out of her toxic attitude just like how I and so many other people did as teens.

One night, I get a message from Mary. She says she's feeling incredibly depressed, and asks if she could come over for company. It was late as hell, so I just left it on unread and went back to trying to sleep. About half an hour later, I hear scuffling coming from the other side of the wall, where Mary's apartment is; something very unusual. I felt bad for ignoring her message, but I was tired and couldn't bear any of her burdens tonight, so I let it go and went to sleep. We were meeting the next day anyway to discuss our housing situation for next year over a cup of tea.

The following morning, I wake up to see a BILLION messages from Sarah. Apparently, Mary called Sarah over since Mary was feeling depressed and needed company. Sarah is a strong and tough person, but our first year of university was a stressful time for her and her head was a bit of a mess, and she was uncomfortable in her own body. Even though it was late, she went over to Mary's place, where it was weirdly boiling hot (Mary cranked up the central heating no doubt). This meant Sarah had to strip down to just her tank top... and I won't spare you the details, but Mary peer-pressured Sarah into getting into Mary's double bed together in a "girly sleepover" type way, and then did something very illegal. Sarah didn't know what to do, and was too scared to leave afterwards. She had a horrible, horrible night; and sneaked out once Mary was asleep.

I'm a passionate person, I'd say, but I'm not generally angry. I learned that when you look like me, nobody takes you seriously when you get angry. However, I was shamelessly pissed off. Mary was being a pretty bad friend recently, and that final act of shittiness set me COMPLETELY over the edge and then some.

Despite that, Sarah took priority. I messaged the flat group chat with a "block Mary on social media, I'll explain when I get back," while Sarah and I went to the student support office and explained everything. She was traumatised as hell, and seeing strong Sarah completely break down over something Mary had done made me absolutely fucking livid. I felt this crazy mix of sadness, pity, and pure rage; seeing my sweet best friend in such a state. She did nothing wrong and had been going through some tough times - it was the last thing on earth she needed. She didn't want to press charges as her family had no money, there was nothing she could do.

I needed to get out of the tenancy agreement for next year. I was absolutely kicking myself for signing it in the first place. I went into that estate agents' office with little-to-no plan, other than "get out in any way possible, even if it means flirting your way through." It wasn't pretty and I felt awful, but somehow, I managed. I was free from living with her at the expense of my day and dignity, which made me even more pissed off.

The arranged time of our meeting at her apartment was approaching. I was well-aware of how I'd just absolutely fucked her over for next year by backing out of that tenancy agreement. I was fine though, I had several offers from friends in apartments to come live with them, so I just had to say goodbye to the idea of living in a house. Outside the corner where her and my front doors to our apartments are, I send a message to my flat's chat saying I won't be long and I'm almost home. I knock on Mary's door, and she lets me in. The sight of her face makes me want to spontaneously combust right there, but for the sake of my pacifist lifestyle, I hold it together. Inside her flat, I calmly tell her that because of what she did I would not be moving in with her next year, and the tenancy agreement was terminated.

She EXPLODES at me, and outright denies everything. That made my blood boil; I trust Sarah with my life and the experience of her relieving all that nasty crap was fucking harrowing. All I had done was make Mary food and talk about life with her and try to help her be better and thought she was making progress, but she was going MENTAL at ME after SHE had done one of the worst things you can do, saying personal things like "Are you fucking kidding me?! You ended it with ME because of what some OTHER person said, without talking to ME about it!?? What does that say about YOU?! What kind of person does that make YOU? How selfish do you have to be?!" And then some more personal stuff about how I'm a failure as a student and my choice in academia would lead me nowhere and how I look ugly, stuff that would really hurt your self esteem if you're not ridiculously self-assured like I am. It pissed me off even more that she would try to hurt me into thinking I was wrong, though. Some lovely toxic manipulation right there.

So for the first time since I was a kid, I lost it at someone. I let loose on all the things I disliked about her; yelled back that she was a terrible person for what she did to her boyfriend, for not seeing anything wrong with what she did to Sarah, for being manipulative as hell, and she was lucky the police weren't up her ass right now. I told her to fuck off, that she wasn't getting anything from me or my flat any more, that she was never going to be a nurse with a personality like that; and then, on a really awful personal note... that she was crazy for doing something so fucking awful just because she wasn't hot enough to score with me or Sarah.

I saw her expression twist, and it was the ugliest I'd ever seen anyone look. She reached an ultrasonic pitch screeching stuff at me, but I just stormed out her flat while she was still talking.

Back in my flat, I see 4/5 flatmates at the kitchen table with cups of tea, waiting for me. They asked me how it went... and I told them we were ignoring Mary from now on, because if any of them wanted to talk to her, I'd want to cut them out of my life as well. The sighs of relief from the table filled me with sweet validation. Then, the last flatmate loudly arrives through the front door. Mary is crying and wailing behind her at the other side of the doorway. We watch flatmate 6 pose dramatically as the huge, heavy door swings shut behind her with a massive SLAM. The racket Mary makes becomes quiet and muffled. Flatmate smiles at us, and we all cheer and yell and hug together.

After that, we didn't bother gently closing the door for her, and since we knew her timetable, scheduled parties for her prime sleeping time; where lots of people would be loudly storming in and out the flat and music would be blasting. I don't even like parties, lmao.

Because she did that, Mary now has no friends, no sleep, and no accommodation for the upcoming year. We told her boyfriend what she had done via facebook, so no boyfriend too.

Her academic life was effectively ruined from then on. The lack of sleep meant her grades and attendance plummeted. Her personal life was completely dead all of a sudden. We didn't care, and kept doing whatever we wanted with no consideration for her life. She dropped out of university before the semester ended, and I haven't heard from her since.

I just finished my dissertation in some macroevolutionary morphological analysis, and my side-hobby as an illustrator on the internet is doing so well now (this is a side-acc so you'll never know who I am :P) that I don't need a job any more to pay for everything while I'm studying. Sarah fell in love with a beautiful girl and they've been dating for over a year now, she's doing amazing and has already been accepted into postgraduate study with near-perfect grades.

(source) story by (/u/mifukichan)

#prorevenge #by /u/mifukichan #pro revenge #revenge stories #pro revenge stories #pro #revenge #last10

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twinkleomorashi · 4 years

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Hey so in case anyone cares

These are my main OCs you’ll see me using! I have a ton of fics about these girls already so I thought I’d introduce you! Tumblr really lacks good women omo fics so I’m here to help! If you forget you can find them in the tag #refz!

Side note: they def have some magical girl thing going on but that only shows up in one of my fics, most of them that doesn’t come into play.

Preston Prescott

Age:19 (in high school, held back a year in elementary)

Sexuality: Lesbian

Appearance: Medium length black hair in literally the emo-ist haircut ever. Usually wears jeans and a band tee. Figure wise she’s pretty much a twig with a tiny bit of tummy happening. White

Height: 5’2”

Brief personality description: an absolute disaster. Clumsy. Pervy. Hates heights and scary movies but will deny that fact. Bottom af but a brat. Sarcastic and kind of obnoxious, but means well and would take a bullet for you any day. May or may not have a piss kink. Definitely has a piss kink who am I kidding. Horny on main but awkward about it.

Dylan Brooks

Age: 18

Sexuality: Lesbian

Appearance: Long super wavy light brown hair. Tons of freckles. Medium chested and athletic, plays lacrosse and volleyball. Dresses like an e-girl. Long leg gang.

Height: 5’8”

Brief personality description: Kind of a bitch but knows when to back off. Definitely puts up a tougher front than how she actually is. A total tease and she knows it, but a beacon of love and uwu for Preston. Radiates top energy. Doesn’t mind Preston’s piss kink but doesn’t love it either.

Cameron McAllister

Age: 18

Sexuality: Lesbian

Appearance: Messy dyed orange and red pixie cut. Super pale. Glasses. Masculine appearance, because I’m a slut for butch girls. Mostly T-shirts and jeans, if a formal occasion maybe a suit. Hasn’t worn a skirt since first grade probably.

Height: 5’11”

Brief personality description: Okay hear me out. Often pretty chill, usually the voice of reason, but super anxious and easily embarrassed. So focused on trying to look cool and edgy that it sometimes backfires. Also this is a long story but has PTSD regarding public bathrooms because this is a piss fetish blog and I also like whump okay leave me alone. Lowkey coded as ND Oop.

Silver McAllister

Age: 16. I do not lewd her. She’s Cam’s sister.

Sexuality: Boy would she like to know

Appearance: Short very light brown/ grayish hair. Kind of longer in the front with it turning into almost a pixie cut in the back? Think 2007 emo again lol. Short af. Like 90 pounds someone feed her. Wears all black usually. Thinks chains on clothes and fishnets are still in style.

Height: 5’0”

Brief personality description: Absolute crackhead. Speaks her mind 24/7 even though nobody asked. Queen of bottling up her emotions though, even though she doesn’t realize it. Has trauma and suffers.

Britney Middleton

Age: 18

Sexuality: Okay if you ask her this she would say she’s straight and then Cam would be like “Britney we’ve been together for 8 months” and Britney would just be like “I thought you were a guy when we met remember?” And Cam would be like “I-? What? How does that cancel out-?”

Appearance: Long blonde hair with pink streaks. Hourglass figure. Likes girly clothes and is usually at least a little overdressed.

Height: 5’4”

Brief personality description: Bless her heart. She’s really sweet and upbeat/ cheerful but ok a good day sis has 2 brain cells. She gets her words mixed up a lot and sucks at school work, but she’s usually pretty caring unless someone really pisses her off. Really likes pop tarts.

Persephone Lopez

Age: 18

Sexuality: Bi

Appearance: Medium length semi-curly dark brown hair. Latina. More on the curvy side. Wealthy, so likes clothes that show that off.

Height: 5’5”

Brief personality description: A theatre kid with ego issues. She’s a super talented singer and actress, but very self centered. Always wants to look her best and upstage those around her and when she doesn’t it really takes a toll, but despite that she wants others to be their best too.

Cristancia Lancing

Age: 18

Sexuality: Lesbian

Appearance: Long straight black hair, Chinese-American. Thin, but more curvy than Preston or Silver. Academia aesthetic queen.

Height: 5’6”

Brief personality description: The token serious angsty one. Sis has been through a lot. Throws herself into her music studies as a distraction. Easily annoyed and snappy. Hard working as fuck. Peresohones gf who’s always quick to get jealous bc she has trust issues.

Rocky Jones

Age: 18

Sexuality: Pan

Appearance: Medium length dark brown hair usually put into pigtails. Likes to wear name brand tracksuits as a flex but actually looks like a baddie in them instead of a grandma. African American.

Height: 5’2”

Brief personality description: Doesn’t look before she leaps and gets into trouble a lot because of it. Acts upon emotions rather than logic and because of this has a major falling out with Cam after trying to rebound from the death of her girlfriend with Britney. Really good friends with Silver and is starting to get a crush on her, but she also crushes way too easily so who knows??

#refz

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sailorportia · 6 years

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Three Englands and an American

Ficlet Valentine for @cwjhunt

Roses are red Bamboo is for pandas I think you’re a star So here’s some Hamanda!

Fandom: Little Witch Academia Pairing: Hannah England x Amanda O’Neill

approx. 1650 words, rated T

In which Hannah receives some unexpected assistance taking care of her two younger cousins.

One kid? Hannah could handle that just fine. Two kids? Pushing the limits, but still manageable. But three kids?

"Kill me now."

Hannah had been press-ganged by her family into taking care of her younger cousins for an afternoon during their visit to Blytonbury. The girls were pleasant enough to spend time with, but they needed all of her attention. The last person Hannah wanted to see right now was Amanda O'Neill, who happened to be walking toward them.

The girls noticed that their cousin recognized Amanda.

"Who's that, Hannah?" The younger of the two girls, Gabriella tugged at Hannah's sleeve. Like all the Englands, she had auburn hair, tied back in two pigtails, and dressed in clothes as similar to the Luna Nova uniform as she could get—Gabriella couldn't wait to go to the same school as her cousin. The eight year-old was Hannah's favourite of the two, sweet, well-mannered, and shaping up to be a proper witch.

"Is that your girlfriend?" The older of the two girls, Danielle, had learned the previous summer that Hannah was bisexual and brought it up at every available opportunity. The twelve year-old had developed an attitude and was old enough to resent having a babysitter, on whom she took out her frustrations through relentless teasing. Danielle couldn't have been more different from her sister; she had recently shorn her long hair into a rough pixie cut in a gesture of rebellion against her parents, and her current outfit was a pair of artfully ripped jeans and a black t-shirt with a crude slogan plastered across it.

"Absolutely not," Hannah protested. "She's nothing but trouble." Particularly what she did to Hannah. And her feelings. Hannah would never have expected that she would actually look forward to Amanda's attention. Unfortunately, the American's interest in her seemed to be strictly intended to frustrate her.

Amanda spotted the three of them, smirked and made a beeline for them. "Kids already?" she said. "I heard teen pregnancy was on the rise but this is ridiculous."

Hannah rolled her eyes. "They're not mine, jackass. They're my cousins."

"I'm Gabriella England. How do you do?" She held out her hand and Amanda shook it solemnly.

"I'm Amanda O'Neill," the American replied. "Coolest witch at Luna Nova."

Hannah elbowed her other cousin. "Introduce yourself, Danielle."

"Ugh," Danielle scoffed. "My name is so frickin' girly. I hate it."

"Danni, then," Amanda said. She held out her first for the twelve year-old to bump. Danni smiled and obliged.

"What are you doing here, Amanda?" Hannah asked. She hoped that she was in Blytonbury for something important so she'd go on her way and leave her alone.

"I was just killing time looking for something to do," Amanda said. "And look what I found." She laughed. "Three Englands? Is this the War of the Roses or something?"

"That reference almost makes sense, so I'll give it a pass," Hannah said. "Now get the hell out of here."

Gabriella tugged at Hannah's sleeve again. "Hannah, you said a bad word."

"Yeah," Danni said. "And earlier you called Amanda a jackass." Gabriella reprimanded her sister for repeating the word.

"Urk!" Hannah had forgotten to watch her mouth around the two younger girls. Amanda really did bring out the worst in her.

"Wow, Hannah," Amanda said, smirking even more obnoxiously. "Looks like you don't have what it takes to take care of kids."

Hannah put her hands on her hips. "And you do?"

"I'm actually great with kids."

"Yeah, because you are one!"

"As fun is it is to watch your lover's spat," Danni said, "I thought we were going to the park."

"Yeah!" Gabriella said. "You said we were going to see the ducks and go to a café!"

"We are not having a lover's spat!" Hannah blushed.

"Like I'd be having a lover's spat with her!" Amanda said, forcing a laugh.

"Amanda should come with us too!" Gabriella grabbed Amanda's arm.

"Yeah," Danni chimed in. "Amanda seems like way more fun than you." She grabbed Amanda's other arm.

"I've been captured," Amanda said dramatically. "I guess I have no choice."

"No way," Hannah said. "I'm not watching three kids."

"Please?" Gabriella and Danni gave Hannah their best wobbly lip

Hannah considered her options. She didn't need Amanda complicating her task of taking care of her cousins, but on the other hand, Gabriella and Danni rarely agreed on anything, and if she could mollify both at once, that was a win. And if Amanda was as good with kids as she said she was...

"Fine," Hannah sighed. "But you better behave yourself." She pointed at Amanda accusingly.

"Yes, mom."

The group of three became four and made their way to the park. Hannah led the way, holding Gabriella's hand; Danni trailing at Amanda's heels like a puppy. Once at the park, Gabriella went straight to the pond to feed the ducks, and Amanda magicked up a ball for her and Danni to kick around. Hannah noticed that Amanda had intuited Danni's boundless energy and chosen an activity that would tire her out. In theory. Danni ended up climbing a tree to show off to Amanda. While Hannah chased her back down to the ground, Amanda gave Gabriella a piggyback ride. Once the energy was wrung out of the two girls, they lazed around on the grass in front of the lake—Hannah chastised Amanda for her unladylike sitting position.

"I wish Amanda were my cousin," Danni said wistfully. "She's so much cooler than Hannah."

Hannah frowned, but before she could respond, Amanda chimed in. "You have no idea. Hannah's such a bossy-pants."

"I know how bossy she is way better than you," Danni said competitively. "She's always lecturing me on manners 'cause she's the queen of being ladylike."

Amanda scoffed. "Hannah? Ladylike? She challenged me to a duel for pulling a prank on her." She neglected to mention it was the eighth prank that week.

"Whoa!" Danni looked at Hannah with stars in her eyes. "You challenged someone to a duel!?"

"That's nothing," Amanda said. She smirked at Hannah. "Didn't you spit at Chloe after she trash-talked Diana?"

"That was supposed to be a secret!"

"Hannah, spitting is bad," Gabriella said earnestly.

"Well," Hannah scrambled for an appropriate answer. "If someone is being rude, they aren't deserving of a lady's finer manners and should be treated accordingly."

Gabriella considered this, while Danni stared at Hannah incredulously, apparently reassessing her opinion of her cousin.

Their time in the park came to an end and Hannah ushered the others in the direction of the café. As the girls walked (Amanda joking with the girls along the way), Hannah tried to puzzle out Amanda's behaviour. Not only was she actually being helpful, her revelations that Hannah wasn't as stiff as she seemed gave her a huge boost in Danni's books. Was Amanda trying to make things easier on her? Naturally Hannah appreciated the effort, but the thought of Amanda going out of her way for her put butterflies in her stomach.

They got to the café and Amanda took the others' orders. When it came for Hannah's turn, Amanda put a finger on her lips before she could speak.

"I know exactly what you want," Amanda said before walking off mysteriously.

"Ooh!" Gabriella and Danni voiced in unison. Hannah shushed them and herded them off to a table.

Amanda returned with their orders; she handed Hannah a scone and a coffee with a single cream—just how she liked it.

"How'd I do?" Amanda asked cockily.

"H-h-how do you know what I like?" Hannah spluttered.

"I asked Barbara and she said that was your fave." Amanda waved her phone.

"You have Barbara's number?"

Amanda smirked. "Jealous?"

"As if!"

"Damn, I try to impress you and this is what I get?" A crack appeared in Amanda’s suave facade at that slip of the tongue.

Hannah raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you care about impressing anybody?"

"That's the thing," Amanda replied nervously. "You're not anybody; you're nobody!"

"Hey!" Hannah felt her face grow hot with indignation. And then she processed that, posturing aside, Amanda had admitted to trying to impress her, and her face grew even hotter out of embarrassment.

"Awww, you two are so such a cute couple," Danni said, taking a self-satisfied bite of her donut.

"We are not a couple!" Hannah yelped.

"Amanda, Hannah won't tell us if she has a boyfriend," Gabriella said. "Does she have a boyfriend?"

"Does she have a girlfriend?" Danni asked.

"Not yet," Amanda said, winking at Hannah, who made a strangled noise in response.

Is Amanda flirting with me!? The thought was more than she could bear. Is that what she's been doing all along!? Or is just trying to annoy me? Did she come along with us because she wanted to spend time with me? Impress me?

"Just have your snacks, children," Hannah said in a high-pitched voice. The girls grinned and did as they were told. Even Amanda.

For a while, anyway.

"Admit it," she said, nudging Hannah with her elbow, "you're glad I'm here to help you out."

Hannah couldn't disagree. Amanda had made the afternoon easier on Hannah. She was good with kids after all, and they actually made quite the team. Taking care of kids. Together.

And following that line of thought made Hannah choke on her coffee.

"I had lots of fun with Amanda," Danni said.

"Me too!" Gabriella added.

The hopeful tones in their voices pushed Hannah to make a decision. She ignored her own apprehensions and the jittering of her heartbeats and pushed forward. "I'm in charge of Gabriella and Danni tomorrow too," she said. "I... I would appreciate it if you helped me baby-sit them again."

"It's a date." Amanda smiled so sincerely that Hannah was left speechless.

"I guess I'll be getting Amanda as a cousin after all," Danni said slyly.

"Danni England!"

#ficlet valentine #little witch academia #lwa #hamanda #hannah england #amanda o'neill #heckin' ocs my dude #gabriella england #danni england #fluff #sass #valentine for cam #ily cam!#💙💙💙#my fanfiction

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raywritesthings · 6 years

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An Unearthly Temp

My Writing Fandom: Doctor Who Characters: Donna Noble, Tenth Doctor, Jenny, Wilfred Mott Pairing: Doctor/Donna Summary: An old man and his granddaughter briefly settle on Earth after traveling through space and time, only to run into trouble with a couple humans from the local school. A story everyone has heard. But in another universe, things are slightly different. AO3 link

Jenny Smith arrived for university in her dad’s car the same as any day. She knew that wasn’t entirely usual, but neither was going to the same university that a parent worked at, so she’d given up on fitting in right out of the gate.

She’d thought about going away, but she’d worried. Her poor dad would lose his head if it wasn’t attached. It wasn’t as if she was going into his department, either, so he couldn’t hover too much.

And it had always been the two of them against the world. Jenny has never quite gotten the hang of making friends; she was too tough for the girls and too girly for the boys, apparently. Her dad blames himself, as he wasn’t exactly the most normal bloke in the world. He could talk a person’s ear off, but he couldn’t quite seem to hang onto people once they’d passed out of his day-to-day life.

At any rate, they had each other, and that had always been enough. Jenny didn’t know it, though, but that was all about to change.

She entered the main office ahead of her dad, planning to drop off her heavier books for her afternoon class in his office for safe-keeping. The same as any day.

Then she looked up and spotted a new woman at the secretary’s desk for her dad’s department. “Oh, hello!” The woman had red hair and wore a bright purple cardigan.

She looked up with a start as well and stood with her hand held out. “Professor Smith! Brilliant to meet you!”

“Er, no. Sorry, I’m just his daughter.”

“I would be Professor Smith,” her dad said, extending his hand.

The woman took it and pumped it up and down. “Oh, sorry! Of course you are. Yeah, you’re the picture of professor, aren’t you? All skinny legs, suit and tie. Do they not have a meal plan for the faculty?”

Her dad looked down at himself, seeming unsure how to respond. “Um.”

“Donna, Donna Noble, that’s me,” the woman added. “They’ve sent me over to sit at the desk here. The temp, that’s what they called it.”

“Oh, that’s right! They did say there’d be someone new this week. Well, good to meet you. This is Jenny, my daughter. She’s a student here, too, so she’ll be in and out a lot.”

She turned to Jenny with a smile. “You go to school with your dad? That’s so sweet! I’m keeping house with my grandad, myself. He likes to get around, so we’ve been all over the uni — um, the universities. Around the world,” Miss Noble said, twirling her finger around in a circle.

“A traveler! Well, that’s brilliant. I’ve always been meaning to go more places,” her dad admitted.

Jenny felt a pang of regret; there’d been plenty of research trip offers, grants and the like, but he’d turned them all down not wanting to disrupt her childhood. Jenny wouldn’t have minded, but he’d been firm about wanting her to have as normal a life as possible, even with only the one parent.

“And how long will you be with us?” Her dad was asking.

“I don’t really know. I hope it’s long. I’ve been liking it a lot here, so far.”

“Well, I hope you continue to.” Her Dad was grinning ear to ear, and it seemed to Jenny that he rather liked this Miss Noble. Unfortunately, a glance at her watch showed the time was getting a bit late.

“Dad, can you unlock your office for me?”

“Oh, right. Yeah, got to be getting on.” He nodded and stepped back from the desk, walking backwards as he continued,

“Well, I’m sure we’ll be getting to know each other as it goes along, Miss Noble.”

“I’m sure. Oh, Professor Smith!”

Jenny just managed to snag his elbow to keep him from crashing into his own door.

“Ah, right,” her dad said with an awkward laugh. He gave Miss Noble a cheery wave and unlocked his door. Jenny stepped in, set her books down, and kissed her dad on the cheek goodbye before heading out.

“Have a good day,” she told Miss Noble as she passed the desk.

“You too, sweetheart.”

She was nice, if a little odd. A rather perfect match to her dad, really.

God, she hoped he didn’t screw this up.

—-

Over the next couple weeks, John found himself spending more and more time with Miss Noble. She showed him some of her souvenir collection — “I always try to stop in a little shop or something wherever we go, just to have something to remember it by.” “That’s brilliant. I love a little shop.” — and didn’t mind his idle chatter. She could chatter back near twice as fast, as a matter of fact.

She was perfectly sweet and polite, except when she wasn’t. One morning he came out of his office when he heard a raised voice and found her shouting down the phone.

“And that goes double for your mother!” Miss Noble hung up and pushed her bangs back, catching sight of him in the corner of her eye. “Oh! Professor Smith! I’m so sorry, but they’re saying the copier’s still broken.”

“Ah, well, the copiers are notoriously difficult,” he replied. “We’ll get on without it.”

He wondered sometimes if that rougher way she had was some of her true self poking through the mask of professionalism. John rather loved it. Having raised Jenny all on his own as well as having countless student charges, he’d always felt the need to be a model citizen. It was refreshing to see someone who could be so unrestrained.

“So what is it that you teach?” She asked one day out of the blue.

He blinked. “You didn’t ask what department you were in when you got the job?”

“It all sort of happened rather fast,” she said.

“Well, I teach history.”

“History,” she repeated.

“Yep,” he said, popping the p on the end. “I know it’s not one of the more exciting subjects. Or considered all that useful outside academia—”

Miss Noble shook her head. “History’s brilliant. My Gramps says the only thing humans never learn is their own history. There’s always been history. I mean, if you think about it, we’re living history right now.”

“That’s what I’m always telling the students.” John grinned and leaned both elbows on her desk. He fancied himself rather in love with this woman. “History’s what you make of it.”

Miss Noble hummed in agreement, then was quiet for a time. It looked as though she was deciding whether or not to say something.

“I’ve been interested in seeing them. Lessons.”

He straightened up slightly. “What, you’ve never been?”

Miss Noble shook her head. “I’ve been moving around a lot. Never really had the time to just settle in somewhere.”

“Well, that won’t do at all,” John said. “Look, you can come by one of my classes. Sit in the back, see how you like it.”

“You’re sure? I don’t want to be a bother to the kids.”

“You wouldn’t be in the least. Really, I insist. It’s never too late to learn.”

She bit her lip as she thought it over. John tried not to watch her worry it with her teeth. But then she smiled so dazzlingly bright John had to blink to clear his head.

“Then I’d love to! Oh, this is brilliant!”

He laughed with her, a bit giddy at having made her so happy.

Miss Noble showed up the next day five minutes before his last class and went straight to a seat in the back. Unless he was mistaken, she was practically bouncing in her seat as the lecture hall slowly filled with students.

He’d prepared a good one on the off chance she had decided to sit in today, and so he started class promptly, wanting to get as much in as possible. Things were moving along nicely the first twenty-odd minutes, but that’s where it started to get strange.

“Now, no one knows for certain what became of—”

There was a cackling laugh near the back of the hall. He turned around.

It was Miss Noble, who stopped abruptly. “Oh, sorry.”

“Something wrong, Miss Noble?”

“No, nothing,” she said, one hand held up in front of her as though swearing an oath. “You carry right on.”

He cleared his throat. “Right. So, as I was saying, no one knows what became of these early settlers. There are a few prevailing theories.”

There came an odd muffled sound, like a giggle behind pressed lips. Sure enough, Miss Noble appeared to be hiding another strange bout of mirth.

John could feel the tips of his ears burning, and it only got worse as a handful of students began chancing glances back at Miss Noble and then murmuring to each other. Continuing the lecture seemed a valiant effort on his part after that, though he wondered if any of it got through to anyone. At the least, he was grateful for the ringing of the bell that signified the end of their time.

He packed up his things, only looking up when he was sure everyone else had gone.

Except Miss Noble was standing there, watching him. She had a big smile on her face. “That was lovely!”

“Really? It didn’t seem to impress you much.”

“No, you were brilliant, honest. It’s not your fault. I mean, from a twenty-first century perspective you’ve got it spot on—”

“Sorry?”

Her mouth snapped shut and she stared at him with wide eyes for a moment. “Um. Forget that! Don’t know what I’m saying half the time. It’s just nonsense what comes out of my mouth, really don’t even listen to it.”

“But I do. I want to. I mean—” John stopped and cleared his throat. “I like spending time with you. Even if I don’t understand half of the things you come up with. And I’d like to spend more time with you outside of the University, if that’s alright with you.

“Oh, John,” she sighed, and it sounded like music. Her eyes were welling up and the smile on her lips was a sad one. “I’d love that. Really, I would. But I- I can’t.”

His hopes plummeted. “Was that not on? I wouldn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I just thought—”

“No, no, it’s not you, really. It’s- it’s me.”

He raised an eyebrow. “That wouldn’t just be straight from a film, would it?”

“They’re very helpful,” she defended. “Especially with slang and the like, but- but that’s not the point. The point is I’m not the right woman for you.”

“Don’t I have a say in who the right woman for me is?”

“Course you do, but you don’t know me, John.”

“That’s sort of the point of asking you out. I’d like to know you.” Somehow she still could amuse him even when he wanted nothing more to curl up in a ball and cry.

“I can’t. Please don’t ask again.”

“Sorry.”

“Oh, don’t apologize. Not your fault,” she repeated. “I should, um, I should go.”

He had no idea what to say, and merely watched as she walked from the lecture hall. John shouldered his bag and trudged back to his office.

Jenny was waiting in the visitor’s chair in front of his desk when he got back.

John heaved a sigh, glad he hadn’t mentioned his plans to his daughter before having them shot down. “Ready to go?”

They’d been running late that morning and all the spots in the lot had been taken, so he’d had to park a few streets away. He led the way down Totters Lane, Jenny’s bag slung over one shoulder and his rucksack over the other. He’d been in the habit of carrying her things ever since she was little and continued to cling stubbornly to it despite her protests of not being a kid anymore.

“So, how was your day?”

“Fine. You?”

“Oh, just fine,” he said. He didn’t think he was quite ready to talk about his recent rejection and hoped Jenny wouldn’t push if she detected his low mood.

“Hey dad, isn’t that Miss Noble?”

“Don’t point,” he chided gently, even as his eyes followed in the direction she’d indicated. It was indeed Miss Noble across the street, hard to miss with that brilliant hair swaying side to side with her purposeful stride. Although, as that stride carried her straight up to a wooden gate which read I.M. Noble, Scrap Merchant, he had to wonder just what she was doing going to a place like that. She glanced to her right and left before pushing the door open and slipping inside.

“What on Earth? Wait here, Jenny.”

“No way, I’m coming with you.”

They looked both ways before darting across the lane and slipping in through the gate the way Miss Noble had only just done.

He just caught sight of her disappearing through the door of some old box, one of the ones the police used to use by the sign on it. They’d all been decommissioned by the time he’d been born, dumped in junkyards like this one.

“What’s she doing?” Jenny asked.

“I’ve no idea,” said John. He walked up to the box. “Miss Noble? Is everything alright?”

There was no answer, but she had to have heard him. The wood wasn’t that thick. But when he tried the door, it wouldn’t budge.

“Miss Noble!”

“Hey now, what’s all the racket?”

Jenny yelped and he whirled around at the unexpected voice. An old man stood behind them, short with a bit of scruff. He had a checkered shirt and jumper on along with a red woolen cap despite the evening being quite warm.

“Er, sorry. Are you I. M. Noble? We don’t mean to trespass,” said John. “Have you got a key to this?”

“You can’t go in there. That’s my box.”

John was brushed aside as the man placed himself in front of it. “Right, sorry. It’s just a friend — well, a colleague of sorts — we saw her go in just now.”

“A woman?” The man gave a nervous chuckle. “No, no you’re mistaken. There’s no woman here.”

“But we saw her!” Jenny protested.

“Listen, you’ve got to leave it, alright?” The old man requested, wringing his hands together.

“No, I don’t think we will,” said John, frowning at the suspicious turn events had taken. “Now stand aside so we can make sure Miss Noble’s alright, or I’ll have a real officer down here to speak with you.”

“Go and get an officer if you like. They won’t find nothing.”

There was a clicking noise and the door opened a crack.

“Gramps, are you out there?”

“Donna—”

“Miss Noble!” Jenny darted under his arm and through the door, which banged fully open to bathe John and the old man in a brilliant light.

“What…?”

“Oh, Donna, sweetheart, now you’ve gone and done it!”

“Jenny? John?”

Miss Noble stood framed in the doorway which led into a room. An impossible room.

It seemed to stretch farther back and to the sides than the box that contained it. He circled round the outside once just to be certain. Jenny had disappeared from the view through the doorway, so he hurried in and found her standing on the other side of some strange machine with buttons, dials, and levers all around it.

“How- how’s this possible? I mean it’s—”

“—bigger on the inside,” Jenny finished for him when he couldn’t find the words.

“Yeah, we’ve noticed,” Miss Noble observed. She heaved a sigh. “Okay, look, so I wasn’t entirely honest when I told you both about myself.”

They both looked to her. Miss Noble was looking at her grandfather, who shook his head. But she continued nonetheless.

“We are travelers. But we’re from the future.”

“What?”

“And a different planet,” she added.

“What?” John repeated.

“You’re aliens?” Asked Jenny.

“Yeah,” said Miss Noble. “Yeah, we are.”

“You shouldn’t be telling them this,” the old man scolded. “They’re not meant to know about other species yet. What’d you let them follow you for?”

“I didn’t know they were following me, did I? Look, who’s gonna believe them — no offense,” she said, turning to them again. “But you know people would say you’re mad if you told them what you’ve seen.”

“I’m not sure I’m not mad,” John murmured, looking around at the wide, mostly white room. There were little round things on the the walls. He had no idea what they did.

“No, no. This won’t do at all.” The old man walked up to the machine. He pressed a button, and the doors snapped shut.

“What are you doing?” Miss Noble asked, a note of warning in her voice.

“Well, we can’t leave them here, with what they’ve seen!”

“Gramps, just let them out. They’ll promise not to tell, right?” She directed the last word at them, a pleading look in her eyes.

“It doesn’t matter what they promise. The High Council’s got its ways, and they’re looking for us.” The old man wagged a finger at her. “I promised I’d keep you safe, so that’s the way it’s got to be.”

He reached for a lever.

Miss Noble started forward. “Gramps, no!”

Too late, the old man flipped it down. The whole room shuddered for a moment, and both John and Jenny reached to grab onto something as an engine seemed to hum to life. A central column of the mechanism pulsed up and down as the strangest grinding, wheezing noise filled their ears.

Something was happening to the box. He got the strangest sense that they were moving somehow. John and Jenny went down to the doors and found them locked. He raced back up to the old man.

“Mr. Noble—”

“Doctor, it’s Doctor,” the old man said.

“Doctor Noble—”

“Noble, ha!”

It occurred to John that the Noble name his department’s temporary secretary had given them was possibly entirely an alias, copped off a junkyard sign no less. Did aliens have last names?

“Doctor, then. Just what have you done? Where are you taking us?”

This Doctor refused to answer. John looked to Miss — Donna, just Donna — instead, who had a hand over her mouth and was refusing to face her grandfather.

“Anywhere. Anywhen. He can’t control it.”

“I’m learning,” the old man stubbornly insisted.

“Well learn faster and take them home!”

“Are we in space?” Jenny asked, sounding both fascinated and terrified at once.

“No, it’s the, uh, the time Vortex,” the Doctor answered. “But we might end up in space.”

“Might? Might?” John could hear his voice getting higher with each word. “You’re meaning to tell me you’ve just kidnapped me and my daughter and we might be going to space?”

“Well, it could be Earth. Just not your time.”

The back of his legs hit a chair as he staggered back, and he sat down hard.

“Dad!” Jenny hurried over, but it was Donna who got to him first.

She crouched down, placing a hand on his arm. “I’m so sorry about this.” Her eyes were swimming with tears. This was why she’d turned him down, he realized, so he wouldn’t get mixed up in all this. But to think all this was her life!

Her grandfather kept looking over his shoulder, quick, guilty looks. There was a sudden thud which forced the Doctor to hurriedly check all the controls.

“We’ve, uh, we’ve landed.” The old man looked at all their miserable faces and wrung his hands again. “Look, you’ve got to understand. I’ve got my family to look after, too. I’d have just made you forget if I were any good at it—”

“Made us?” Jenny repeated.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that, sweetheart,” the Doctor assured her. “I barely passed that bit in school. I’d never just try it out on a human.”

John looked from him to Donna. They didn’t seem like malicious alien invaders. Nonetheless they’d taken him and Jenny from their home, their planet even. But what was this mysterious High Council that had the Doctor so worried for Donna? What were they running from? What would happen to them if they were found?

“Gramps, check the scanner,” Donna suggested as she stood back up. Her hand squeezed John’s arm once before falling away. “Maybe we’re only a few months off.”

The old man nodded hurriedly and flicked another switch. A screen came on, displaying a rocky terrain that did not look at all like Britain.

“Oh. Oh dear. Maybe if I try again—”

“No,” John decided. They all looked to him in shock.

“John?”

“We’re here, aren’t we?” He breathed in once through his nose and nodded to himself. “Might as well make the most of it.”

Jenny’s expression slowly morphed into a grin. “We can have a look around?”

“Well,” said the Doctor. He looked behind himself at a panel. “Well, theoretically yes. Atmosphere is good, levels stable. Wouldn’t hurt nothing.”

Jenny looked back to him, her grin even wider now. Donna was watching him with the most curious expression, like she wasn’t sure quite what to make of him.

John stood up. “I did always say I wanted to travel. I’d be a hypocrite not to, now.”

“Alright. Alright, I suppose we’ll take a bit of a walk around then. See what we make of the place,” said the Doctor. He looked rather relieved that the shouting and tears had ended. The Doctor hit another button and the doors opened slowly. “Well, after you then, Mister, er—”

“Professor,” said John. “Professor Smith.”

“Oh. Right then,” said the Doctor with a nervous chuckle.

John wasn’t at all sure of what he was doing. He was in an unknown place and time with aliens and no certain path home. But he needed to be strong, for Jenny’s sake at the least. They’d get through this.

And if Donna’s smile made his doubts that much quieter, that was alright, too.

Blimey, what a day to find out he’d fallen head over heels for an alien!

#doctor x donna #ten x donna #tenth doctor #donna noble #wilfred mott #jenny #doctor who #the doctor #my writing

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hi boo!

you do be taking up my heart too.. ;)

honestly i’m really worried about that actually. i know that genshin is coming to switch so i’m not /that/ worried but i want it to come quickly before my phone like 💢 explodes. sometimes it overheats so much i get so nervous sjdjsk.

i am! also idk how unpopular this opinion is but i like paimon’s english dub more idk she sounds Adorable in the english dub. what do you think? i see why he’s popular like aside from being diluc his voice is just hot he was talking during a battle and i almost died bc heh 🥴

his s7-8 hair was a mess after spending two years in the abyss without getting a damn haircut, that’s for sure. but it’s keith and he’s always cute so.. hm. anyway OOOOO oh my god? those two look soooo good though like minghao’s mullet isn’t bad at all. it kind of looks ‘natural’ :o you’ll prob rock that ahh.. dude you Are tomboyish. the dudebro of my heart. if i’m cold i’d steal your hoodies babe. and you’re right street clothes are so expensive for no reason at all.. have you considered thrifting? and for me, well my clothing is quite girly i think hdskdhdk. i wear a lot of proper clothes like dress shirts and plaid and coats. dark academia style if you will... :p

tongue piercings are kind of scary.. they look cute af but like,, how ?¿ shdjdks oh helix are my favorite piercings i think those looks sooo good. especially double helix! your dream is trying to push that punk rock energy in your subconscious hehe. i have my lobes, upper lobes and one helix pierced but i haven’t worn earrings in ages so idk if the holes are still functional.. SLEEVE!!!! it’s a dream of mine to have one too sleeves are soo sexy like ughhh. have you considered smaller tattoos? i know doctors that have tattoos and it doesn’t effect their job. and i do have tattoos! two in fact on each wrist.. ;) i’m getting another one when i graduate this summer and i can’t wait..

a goal of mine is recommending a song to you that you’ll seriously enjoy. wish me luck! (aaahhh????? will do.. 😳)

RUIN GUARDS ARE ONE OF YOUR FAVES? girl that’s atrocious. i literally hate them with my entire heart every time i see one i’m like UGH FUCK OFF WHY DON’T YOU? and you’re right omg and suddenly there’s vines all over you and you keep getting hit by them. fuck dendro slimes. speaking of, i can’t wait for us to get dendro characters i feel like their attacks would look Awesome. if dropped by lvl 60+ hilichurls why not mask?

really? i gotta try it again if you recommend it. maybe i just had it at a bad place or something shskdhsk. like always, i trust your taste on things.. 😏 OOO good! water is so nice....

speaking of, bc we talked about clothes and stuff, are you into makeup?

(i will! i’ll probably send it tonight so you’ll get it in the morning... 😳 holy shit. actually i have no idea how that works you’ll have to explain to me. like do we just chat in game and start a co-op sesh or?)

OF FUN! :D LITERALLY shkshdkshshskdjdnd god i love them so much. actually i’ve started to read some fics bc like,, can’t stop thinking about them and so far i’ve seen some good things actually! i recommend it!

YOU DID? CANT WAIT TO SEE IT AAAAA! <33333 hopefully i answered before you fell asleep today? <3!

hi hi!! fasted time i’ve responded to you yet? LOL

;) ;) <333

FSDFDSJ omg noooo that would scare me too i was playing on my phone once and as soon as it started heated up i just stopped hfshfksdjskd. you’re so brave for playing through it 😩

:o! i can’t actually remember paimon’s eng dub voice (or maybe i can’t remember the japanese one hahaha) but i think she’s cute always? fhdskfj wait do we even know much about her.. she really is just helping an outlander for nothing in return (except food i guess lol) wow what a sweetie. HFSKFHSDJFHK that’s such a mood in the darknight hero cutscenes w diluc fighting and using his weapon.. 🥵🥵

if you’re cold you’ll steal my hoodies... have you forgotten how small i am 😭 HFKSHFKJDSJF more like i’ll be stealing yours 🤪. i have wanted to go thrifting!!! but i don’t think there are too many shops here? or maybe not big ones, i know my friend went once but it was super far away rip... i do want to start being more like environmentally conscious with my clothes tho so i’ll def look into it. omg dark academia you did not just say those words to me.... there was a time dark aca playlists were all i listened to.... if you’ve read “what are you without your name” or whatever it’s called FHDSKJF i wrote that w dark aca vibes.... also i was reading some hogwarts 8th year drarry fics at the time i think so omg.... 👀😍💘 (also proper clothes wow that’s so. professional and ‘actual member of society’ vibes i could not relate hfkdshfjsdf)

yeah i can’t imagine the healing process for tongue piercings either yike... oooo!!! very cool.. i don’t wear my lobe piercings either LMAO but maybe i should now that i have my helix too 🤪 sleeves are so sexy and for what omg. i have! they were what i always considered before i for some reason wanted a sleeve all of a sudden hfksjhfds. YOU HAVE TATTOOS?!?!??! omg can i ask what they are 😳 (unless you think they might out you!) and you’re getting another? omg that’s so sexy for you..... i am captivated <33 idk for some reason i feel like at the end of the day i would chicken out of getting a tattoo bc it’s permanent... and like what if my skin stretches or shrinks or something.. and then it looks off hfskhfdskjfhfj (which is ironic considering i got piercings which are also permanent.. but i feel like i don’t have to see it unlike tattoos? LMAO)

good luck!!!!!! my goal will in turn be to seriously enjoy a song you rec.. fdsfjsh

dude just wait until you meet the other ruin *whatever* variants and you will Understand what i mean. 😭 omg what if it’s just like .... manifesting plants everywhere. WHY NOT MASK!!!! EXPLAIN >:(

maybe!! ngl quite a few places i try matcha stuff don’t do it well either, they use super artificial flavouring and it tastes bad and too fake-sweet ughhhhhhh. ooo on that note. thoughts on bubble tea/bubble tea places? do you guys have a lot there? water is the BEST!!! 💦

i am definitely not!!! im really just a like. doesn’t care too much about my appearance does no upkeep kind of person hfskdjf but also last year... i was thinking maybe i should try... like i kinda wanna see what would happen if i did like intense eyeliner and smokey eye or something... dark lipstick... goth look.. fhskfhksd but that shit be expensive right and in all honesty i would not be bothered to do it every day or even once a week hfskdf. i’m assuming you’re into it?

(yeee! so i’ll add you and you’ll (hopefully hehehe) add me back. and then we can chat whenever, and any time we’re both online i can request to join your world! and then you gotta accept and voila.. i’ll be there 😩😩😩)

oooooo feel free to gimme some recs!!!!

you have!! i’m staying up doing some other stuff and i wanna use up my resin again before sleeping so hehe maybe i’ll be able to reply once more before then? we shall see.

kisses!! c.r.

#marriage anon #wowclunaanswers #long post

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courage-a-word-of-justice · 7 years

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Grimoire of Zero 1

I mistook this as Re:Zero at one point (because of the Zero Kara Hajimeru… start of the title). However, despite my having never seen Re:Zero, I’m always open for a good fantasy title.

At least this show is funny, that’s for sure.

Eh, this plot seems like Bungou’s a tad – if you think about why Atsushi was hunted down and such – but then who’s going to be Zero in a Bungou Stray Dogs x Grimoire of Zero AU?

This seems a little cliché in how it handles its humour, but I have a feeling it’ll go above and beyond.

What struck me was that they chose the name Plasta as the capital’s name. A capital city called “Plaster”, pretty much, LOL.

The ED reminds me of Flip Flappers and the book motif reminds me of Deltora Quest, so it’s quite the nostalgic feeling. It’s a keeper, although if it becomes an endless bore of a quest then it may hold less potential than I think it does.

The Royal Tutor 2

It seems Bruno is one prince everyone with a strict study regimen’ll relate to. (Or at least, those who’ve had a strict study regimen at least once in their life.) Even if this is an exercise in drawing out humour to the fullest, it’s relatable and that’s part of what gives this show its personality.

I haven’t seen anyone this enthusiastic to have a master since Yotaro (SGRS)! LOL.

Heine used watakushi. He’s very polite.

Yeahhhhhhh…this, as you may know from how I treated Love Tyrant and Armed Girls, is not going to go down well. Just when the show had gained my favour, too…

I think the girls might’ve referred to Heine as Heinecchi. Update: My mistake, it was Heine-chan.

Behoove? Welp, I learnt a new English word from the subs. It’s not every day that happens, although I tend to pick up cultural things a lot from subs (hence these notes).

Creepy CGI door is not to be taken lightly too. The camera angle was a bit weird there, to boot.

Eeeeeeee! Kai is the one I want to know about the most! (Not just ‘cos he’s handsome, mind you. It’s because he doesn’t talk.)

Shadow? A name for a white dog? Doesn’t make much sense, but it makes me laugh, so okay, I’ll take it. *beams*

Just antisocial, eh? All the more reason to like ‘im.

SukaSuka 1

There aren’t too many promising debuts this season (I only really have my eyes on BnHA, Kado and The Royal Tutor at the moment) because “shows potential” is very different to “I want to keep watching!” for me, but maybe SukaSuka will do the trick.

Why does every fantasy world these days involve animal people? Who knows?

Intereting to note there was Scarborough Fair in English (yes, I had the volume on this time). As a side note, the song was sung by a Tamaru Yamada. (Around when the juggling Pac-Man appears, there’s credits for it.)

I would’ve asked where she was going if she said she had to go, mate. Ask her!

Ny…troll girl is pretty typical for this kind of anime, but Willem seems like he could be a spanner in the works.

Butt shot no. 1.

That oddly placed camera angle (the one where you see into the room from the window) was weird. Seriously though, how does Willem know Nyllathgo (or whatever troll girl’s name is)? Update: her name is Nygglatho. It was close, but not quite it…

Reptrace appears to be a made up cuisine.

I can only see the kids as shippers in the making, but I guess that’s YoI’s fault…?

I remember from pre-show material her katakana name is Kutori, so I’m gonna go with that spelling.

Lemme guess: it’s because the weapons are the kids?(!)

Well that was new: I can normally guess a new point for a show that plays it safe like this, but Kutori is a weapon too? That I didn’t guess. That automatically means I keep it on, at least for another week.

Tsukigakirei 2

Tsukigakirei is sitting somewhere pretty high on the list of “shows to go on hold this season”, so it’ll have to perform well to not have to get that treatment. Considering I can be fairly strict with my 5 show quota, I need to put 2 shows on hold (since out of 8 shows, the third is Kenka Bancho Otome, which automatically goes out of the running), 1 if I use a space I just freed up.

Was the live action OP really necessary? Considering this is anime, it is a bit odd. (Then again, didn’t I raise that gripe with Kado too?)

I don’t normally think about staff much unless they’re familiar names, but Seiji Kishi is a name that’s come up before – with Rampo Kitan.

It just so happens the girly boy is the one with the horns on his headband…for some reason, I find it suits him, since he’s the devil’s advocate to Kotaro. Also, why isn’t Kotaro wearing his headband?

Hey, this feeling. I’ve never really participated in these sport days (if I was forced to do stuff, I’d shotgun shotput since no one really took it), but I know the feelings around them real well. Once again, Tsukigakirei excels in recreating a teenage experience…

I has a small sneaking suspicion Akane’s toy would have gotten lost, and it seems like that’s coming true.

I laughed a really derpy laugh at devil’s advocate boy liking the teacher. Even though I had a small squick moment that it may have been romantic, suki is quite the broad term compared to how Akane and Kotaro’s romance is laid out so…it can’t be said for sure that the boy’s “like” is romantic, too.

That pink thing is a potato mascot?! I’m not angry, just hella surprised – that pink thing is so not a potato.

I gave a little “aw!” at when Kotaro told Akane she was fine the way she was. Now there’s a sentiment I can get behind.

Why does he box the light string? I don’t get it…but at least it makes him more dynamic than, say, Haruki (Sagrada Reset).

Haneteru-kun? So that’s how you say it in Japanese?

The style of the ED is unique, that’s for sure.

I think Tsukigakirei just proved itself. Sure, it’s not a complete “turn genres on its head” sort of thing, but it’s competent at what it does, and that’s all it needs right now. That’s all it’ll ever need. Then again, that does beggar the question: what goes on hold instead? There’s only one way to find out…

Kado 2

I was surprised to find out Shunina was voiced by none other than Akoya (Takuma Terashima)!

The OP is a rather odd choice (in regards to the music), but it does at least set the atmosphere well.

WPAN? I know of LANs and WANs, so WLAN makes sense (kind of), but not that…Okay, I learnt something.

“…we’re touching the ground…”

When the plane looks better than the characters…you know you’re doing CG wrong.

I want the OST of this, that song when Shindo touches the bottom of the cube really creates the feeling of a “foreign space”.

Erm, while Shindo and Shunina are negotiating, Shunina seems to have forgotten he’s buck naked…? Not that I mind, and it completely makes sense for an alien like him, but…yeah. He’s naked.

Base 10 = decimal, base 16 = hexadecimal, base 2 = binary. Shunina seems to be expressing the time in binary, but time is in base 60 (because 60 seconds = 1 minute and so on, so forth).

That bread doesn’t look too appetising, LOL.

I know Kado is much prettier flat, but when it’s just slow pans…you can tell they skimped on the budget. CGI is costly, sure, but…make sure you have proper budget before you make an anime, people, please. (On the other hand, I like 2D!Shunina.)

Is there any significance as to what order people appear in the ED?

Kado’s been my top contender ever since episode 0. While it does have its visual flaws, it’s an intelligent anime that takes its time to explain things and build suspense.

Twin Angel Break 2

I ended up keeping this on because I have no access to Twin Angel: Twinkle Paradise…

I never knew Sumire was such a sucker for her brother…I’ve never seen such a trope in magical girl shows before, and normally when you see it in anime, it’s a dude lusting after his younger sister, not the other way around. Just another sign this is aimed at pachinko-playing guys…

Gah! Fanservice shots! In my magical girl anime! *points* Another sign this is for dudes. By the way, ari can mean ant.

People don’t move like conveyer belts when solving maths problems.

Welp, such is the mark of a society that wants extroverts…

Meguru appears to have a red bean bun, although I’m not sure of its name aside from “red bean bun”.

Wait, where’s the ball?!

I always thought “Pochi” was a common name for a dog in Japan, kinda like the Western world’s “Spot”. Or “Hachi”, if you want your dog to be like Hachiko.

An event about animals at Tokyo Big Sight? Well, I’ll be. Wonders never cease in this show.

During the pan, the screen seems to jolt a bit. It’s kinda awkward for a show that is otherwise good visually.

Who has a porcupine as a pet? Sometimes I can’t tell if this show’s for little girls or older men…Well, Google says it’s possible to have a porcupine as a pet, but still I bet a pachislot-playing man wouldn’t know you can have a pet porcupine.

I was most displeased when I realised Sumire has a Gainax moment in her transformation sequence. Yet another fanservice spot to add to the growing list of annoyances in this show…

Geddit? It’s Me-ari?

It’s the ol’ duplication trick. Saw it in Smile Precure, so I guess I’m kinda numb to it already.

I was not expecting that for the ED. I really didn’t.

Well, I’ve had enough gripes about this show. It’s going on hold so I can figure out my feelings about it. That being said, there’s a lot of “middle ground” anime this time - if SukaSuka or Grimoire of Zero don’t get the boot from their next ep, I’ll have to deal with 6 simulcasting anime and leave the space open. (Luckily, there have been so many full seasons that I have a little too much bingewatching material available, regardless of whether I have the space open or not.)

Boku no Hero Academia 16

Not sure if chicken race means this or actual chicken racing, since Google tells me actual chicken racing exists.

I’ve wanted to know more about Tokoyami for a while, so here’s hoping for character development!

A-ha! Exploiting landmines’ propulsion – not many would think of that, but Midoriya certainly would.

All Might, Thirteen and Present Mic ganging up like that looks ridiculous, but it’s hilarious and helps to break up the suspense. *thumbs up*

*laughs* Oh man, this is what makes this show so good. It manages to strike hard and well with both its humour, strategy and action – it never misses one beat. That’s the spirit, Boku no Hero Academia! Keep going just like this!

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Erased 6 – 13 (not including the digest) | Showa Genroku Rakugo Shinjuu 1 - 4 | Eldlive 1 | Prince of Stride: Alternative 1

The idea from now on for SGRS: Expect first time watches for this show (for the second season) and don’t expect ratings after each ep. Once all 2016 shows are done (rewatches or not), expect the 2016 ranking.

The idea from now on for POSA: Once all 2016 shows are done (rewatches or not), expect the 2016 ranking.

(ep 6)

Even with only subs, you can hear the seriousness in the manager’s voice.

Asagi beer, LOL.

This speech bubble style really works in the camera angles’ favour.

Airi’s mother reminds me of Midoriya’s mum from Boku no Hero Academia.

Shinji-go. “Go”… I didn’t really know how to explain it so I let Wiktionary do it for me.

I really love Airi’s motivational quotes around this point. So much, that I used it as motivation all through 2016…although I didn’t get any great results from it…

(ep 7)

Okay, that scrolling scene with the kids…that’s just cheap. They aren’t even animated.

It says something like “Preserve water” or “Water is important” on the wall behind the tap.

That “stand out in the hallways with those buckets” is pretty typical for an anime. I wonder whether any real Japanese person has done that, though?

Oh yeah. I think I was initially attracted to this due to the fact it looks a lot like Detective Conan when you see Satoru negotiating the future by changing his past.

I think I had to learn what a “patsy” meant for this scene, but a patsy is just a substitute, specifically in this case for collateral damage.

Does that mean Kenya lived (or lives) in a big house?

(ep 8)

Wait – wait? How did Gaku know how Kayo was safe…unless he was the murderer? I didn’t question that the first time, but this just makes the ending even worse. This dude’s already proved he doesn’t act on compulsion like Satoru does, so that adds to it.

That joke about Satoru being 29 does get a bit worn out when it gets used here…

Mt. Hakodate…I’d heard of it from Touken Ranbu. It’s a good place for low level swords, IIRC.

POP Noodle, LOL.

Crying in media is much more emotional if you can hear the crying, unfortunately. That’s why I passed on “Kayo’s first homecooked meal” for the Crunchyroll Awards.

(ep 9)

Akemi’s (Kayo’s mother’s) eyes were so off model before the shovel scene, it made it hard to take Akemi seriously.

It’s weird how much Gaku looks like he should be Satoru’s dad.

Akemi was “Takashima” before she was “Hinazuki”, and her partner’s name at the time of her divorce was Kazuo.

CGI car…again. Geez.

I think the kanji for “closure” mean the ending curtain, like that of a play, but I can’t quite remember their literal meaning…

“I have to stop somewhere.”

Gaku’s talking about his experiences somehow reminds me of a chat I had with Elucida on the Boueibu chat. Probably because the instigator of the chat had to apologise…

I wonder if the man (Gaku) was lying about the lollies?

“I am a man.” – Translation choices make Hiromi seem a little too macho for his girly looks, haha. *cringes, because I hear emphasis on “am”, with a lesser emphasis on “man” in my head*

I just realised – Kayo won’t go to Mt Hakodate as she’s supposed to anymore…It makes me sad on the inside.

(ep 10)

Holy plays, Batman! Romeo and Juliet for an 11 year old is pretty far fetched considering I only read it when I was…um…16 or 17. I haven’t even read King Lear yet so consider me out of this. (Shucks...even though I used to be an avid reader, I’m only ordinary now, huh?)

LOL. In the end, Kenya really is a little kid, getting all offended about hideouts, haha.

I thought the “getting rid of someone’s alone time is a good thing” sentence was a bit weird until I realised what context Hiromi used it in.

“On the outs”? I didn’t know what that meant until I checked it up. Well, considering I make my own phrases up a lot and I tend to omit small words in the vein of “wut dis?”, maybe I’m just too slang for the subbers.

CGI bus? Man, you ruined the solemn mood a bit, Mr Bus.

See? These CGI cars (and truck) are why I have gripes with CGI transport. It sticks out too much. However, for something like Ajin (which can only be found in CGI form), I don’t mind it so long as everything else about it is good. Speaking of which, I still have yet to see Ajin (as of the point of typing).

“…spirit and drive.” – Because the camera focussed on Gaku’s hands just then, I had to LOL in my head a little.

Manabu = Gaku by virtue of alternate character reading. Isn’t kanji great? (sarcastic)

This sublimation, I presume? I checked it up once, but it was never of any use.

(ep 11)

The Spider’s Thread, as told by Ryunosuke Akutagawa. Bungou taught me about it, but I’m not sure the Bungou instance is the one I first met it in.

This fourth wall breaking…it’s somewhat disturbing, but that’s the mood the staff were going for. Very effective.

I’ve always wondered why the “Boku” in the titlecard had a different font. Maybe the staff just didn’t have a “boku” in the font they’d written the title in…

I guess it must be my warped perception of beauty due to bishonen, but when Satoru is lying on the bed with slightly sallow cheeks, he almost looks…beautiful. (That’s a scary thought, isn’t it?)

“Future”…such a powerful name, since it happens to be the name of the baby, too.

Imagine if Kayo and Yuri Katsuki’s (Yuri!!! on Ice) backstories were stitched together.

A gingko leaf. They have a very distinctive shape…(Reminds me of Fusae Campbell from Detective Conan.)

Gaku is just represented by a black silhouette in some frames. Basically, you could call it another Detective Conan reference of sorts.

(ep 12)

The problem with the ending that I have, if you don’t know already, is that it suddenly makes you realise that Satoru would either die or have planned/have some caveat to get out of/around a potential death. Unfortunately, they don’t show you when he’s made those plans, thus being deceptive by omission if they were even made.

CGI hamster wheel…?

By the laws of ordinary protagonist writing…I give you the ending. The ending that dissatisfied me so much, it definitely left SGRS first for 2016.

They never explained how the rail was pulled open either, come to think of it.

Hey, it’s Boys’ Flight. The magazine he was reading earlier in the show. Don’t remember what ep, though.

Hey, did I ever mention to you that I tried to open up an Erased wiki, only to find one already open? There’s still two wikis existing right now for some reason, though.

Well, it’s been a wild ride. Thanks all, if you’ve been coming along with me and hope to see you again soon.

(SGRS ep 1)

Zony, LOL. Did Sony exist in that era?

If you observe the left flag when Yotaro stops at the front of the theatre, you can see the characters for “Amakentei” (rain-bamboo-stand, or something like it). That’s Kappei Yamaguchi’s character…Update: Must’ve been a mistake on my part. Amaken is a critic, but not a rakugoka himself.

Yotaro’s still got all the mannerisms of a gangster, LOL. (Including interrogation technique.)

There’s a sign in the back of Yotaro when he talks to Yakumo for the first time. It says “Sumi” (top – bottom) “Sushi” (L – R).

Yotaro uses the word “tanomu”, which is a respectful way of saying “I beg of you”. Very respectful. The most polite kind of respectful.

Mukojima? Huh? I guess that’s a deliberate bungling of Konnichiwa? (Update: Nope.) However, I’m still a noob to rakugo myself, despite having created the wiki to spread some Yakumo love.

Note for later: Shinigami has a distinctive “Ajaraka mokuren kyuraisu tegeretsuno pa!” in it.

What’s the old man writing?

It’s a transformation of sorts, from Yota being nervous to showing off what he’s got. That’s what makes SGRS so powerful.

I was pondering this since the start of the performance, but Yota’s shark-like teeth make him a very distinctive character. Then again, there’s always that one cue or other to tell you that a certain character is in the house.

Should a woman only have her beauty? I never believed it and that’s what I set out to prove in my stories, but…social mores were different back then, so I can’t speak for Konatsu.

Oh! I completely forgot about this guy (Mangetsu) until he came back in ep 14.

Notes for later: “Namu myoho renge kyo…”/a pilgrim climbing Mt Minobu

There is a slight irony in a woman telling a man to “man up”. Subbers, you put that there.

(ep 2)

Oh? Were you wondering what those “notes for later” were for? The wiki, naturally. SGRS’s only presence is me most days, so I’d better keep it up to date.

This show never fails to make me laugh, even if the laughter gets more subdued the second time.

Apparently people get sento and onsen confused a lot. Sento are normally cheaper smaller establishments compared to onsen, as far as I know.

Why is there a cat in the room?!

The “Hatsu” in Hatsutaro means “beginning”, while the “Kiku” in Kikuhiko is a chrysanthemum, so…yeah. Take it as you will.

“…your first time?” (laughs behind back) No wonder Haruko Kumota was a BL mangaka before she did SGRS.

Even without the volume, the visual language can tell you Kiku’s doing something wrong. That’s the power of this show.

“Akanbou” is a Japanese word for baby, as you may have guessed. However, people seem to use the word “aka-chan” more these days. Thus, another guess tells you that “shiro” is white and “ao” is blue. Right again.

You can almost hear the voices even with only subs! Amazing!

Fish cake. Technically called kamaboko, but “fish cake” is the translation for it so I guess I shouldn’t be such a weeb.

(ep 3)

“…it’ll become standard in the rakugo world.”

Oh, the cat is Yakumo 7th’s.

Mosquito coils? When were they invented?

CGI train? I barely noticed it there. Plus…poor Kiku. He never gets the girls.

Kagurazaka.

Were sento really cheap enough to be five coins?

(ep 4)

Do those girls count as off model?

The texture on the bricks of the restaurant are hyperrealistic…I like it. Better than that messed up CGI you get on most cars in anime these days.

Kuma -> Kumako. I wonder why.

As I’ve noted on the wiki, the pun about the samurai involves the word samui (cold). Therefore the original pun would’ve been “now you die out here in the cold, samurai”, but if you’re going for lame jokes that work seamlessly into the rakugo, then…the samu-die joke pretty much does its job.

There was the word “open” twice in one sentence…subbers, you need to proofread sometimes.

The “treasure sacks” pun is on kintama…welp, I won’t explain it, but “family jewels” apparently works just as well.

If Mukojima is a place, then why were people saying it in ep 1?

LOL, Matsuda. Going “I won’t have anything to do with this” is bound to get you in trouble nonetheless.

Yakumo’s heart is so clearly not into it. You can tell from the body language.

(Eldlive 1)

I’m here because I fell out of love with Hibari a while back and I need to give Akira Amano another chance. Also, Lane Brick…maybe.

Wait. It’s a Mukuro! With glasses! That foreshadows the pain I’m gonna be in for.

Welp, considering I read the manga this was adapted from not too long ago (as of the time of watching this), it’s pretty faithful. Even if it does look visually pretty, I did come up with a story like this once but it never took off when it came to writing the story. Considering it also bears some similarity to One Wish They Never Wanted, it’ll never take off now.

Finally(!) Something to laugh at. Reborn injoke.

…Unfortunately, with the faithfulness of the manga comes the pervasive problem – I thought Eldlive was a bit subpar. I could see all the right tropes were there to make a hit, but I couldn’t see any real talent showing through, as if Amano’s resigned herself to doing only shonen because Reborn succeeded. It was Hibari that taught me you can have a cute bird sidekick instead of a monster designed from scratch, so why can’t Eldlive do that too?

Drew (the voice) is getting annoying already. Shaddap!

…another “unfortunately” is that Lane Brick isn’t too pretty compared to how I like my bishonen, but YMMV on that.

I didn’t check it when I read the manga…but Jean Renoir.

Great. (sarcastic) Bungou humour, to boot! That wasn’t in the original…and it’s just grim, too.

These mammary jokes aren’t doing it for me either, although they were in the original.

Verdict: Not taking it.

(POSA ep 1)

Prince of Stride was a new experience for me, as I thought I needed to add “sport anime” to my repetoire at the time. Unfortunately, I still haven’t gotten past my biases against sport anime even after finishing this…

Welp, I take back what I’ve said about OPs in the first episode. If it’s a good OP, it helps to set the norm.

CGI basketball. One of the weirdest things on the list of “things given CGI form in anime” to date, because it’s mostly cars.

Sad life. When people in a rejected club see that twist coming, it’s like a 4th wall break…kinda sorta.

Did I ever mention that this show is motivational? It’s really good for that, and colourful so it’s good for desktop wallpapers. (Also, it has a summer theme to it, so while I swelter, lemme just watch a show about running…and sweating…bad idea? I guess so. (sarcastic) However, there isn’t any better season to watch it in. Sweat – or imagined sweat – isn’t good any season of the year, so might as well watch it while I still have time.)

Tsurugiya…if Google-sensei serves me correctly…it’s in Osaka…? Update: I knew he came from somewhere in the country, but Hyogo is a different place to Osaka…

“Blue Sonic”. Well, it’s not like there would be a magazine called Sanic. Or Knuckles, for the matter.

What’s with the panda, though? Although, as some very obvious foreshadowing tells you, (Kyosuke) Kuga used to have his locker here.

How in Dante’s Inferno did Kohinata get the measurements of Takeru already?!

I checked up kabaddi last time, but eh, I’ll do it again.

I still think Fujiwara’s leg thing is creepy.

I dunno anything about Sun Tzu…but…lessee here. This quote is it, I think.

Who was the Relationer in the previous Stride Club?

What’s with the cat on the poster?!

“…is really hot…” – Is that what sets the shippers off? Or is that just a subbers’ choice of words?

They always blab aout weird things on the next ep preview. At least it’s not boring.

For some reason, my ad blocker isn’t working on AnimeLab any more…*sighs*

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