#just keep working on stuff and at stuff and they should get better as i continue

[rabbitindisguise]

I feel li- sorry I just looked at the time stamp and took psychic damage when I realized it was June, 2025 when I thought it was may still

Anyways I feel like these are some of the best writers not because they're Old (reductive, trite) but because these are hella long canonical works that take forever to get caught up on, which mean absurdly complicated emotional threads to manage while writing. RPF means they're willing to hunt through 10 interviews from like, 2010 on internet archive or email the library or something just for one line that talks about the street they grew up on to align the star charts and see what flavor of cinnamon roll they at down the block on the friday weekly special or whatever (that's been closed for 8 years). Long comedy shows mean watching episodes they might not find funny ten times for A Single Look, and long legal shows mean juggling a complex cast of characters + understanding real life subjects enough to keep pace with the canon or go beyond that. These are all incredibly challenging things to write fic for, and if you write 20+ of the equivalent of running around like Rock Lee with the weights on- even if those fics aren't your best work the fics where the weights come off are going to be stunning. I mean, the project management skills, the research, the noting down essential canon info, the skill at picking up subtextual cues, and the awareness of multiple nuanced relationships between the cast all contribute to emotionally resonate fanfics. That's discarding the fact that they wrote over a dozen fics which is more than a lot of writers on ao3, too! Practice to completing a full project matters a lot in the final execution of it- editing skills, summary writing, formatting, etc.

Also it means they're like flamingos with the salinity resilience to endure hell and somehow make calories out of it so like. Fear them a little I guess. That's not something you just get from being old, they're just fandom (episodes of show per year) georg.

I think there are so many fic authors like this specifically because it's what happens when you run out of new stuff. Like I started watching weird, low rated sports anime after going through basically everything that was released for three straight years and wrote three fics for a fandom 1) no one is in 2) I don't know why anyone would be in them 3) I don't even know why I wrote the fics. Probably what happened is they played all the metaphorical tv show genshin impacts of the world and settled on the thing with the longest canon run because they didn't want to hunt for recs anymore. It's like knowing all the major videogames and instead of writing for undertale you write for minecraft youtube.

(I should have just said this last bit to begin with I feel like it makes this point better than anything else. Like ofc, the emotionally moving mcyt fic, we've all seen it. Also Supernatural, dr. who, sherlock, etc)

my favorite thing about navigating fanfiction is finding a really good one and being all “oh boy this was good, I hope they have more!” and literally every other story they’ve ever written was for like Miami Vice 

[spaceyaemonds]

oh GOD stop I love it! Your mind!!!!

"she still gets extremely frustrated with him (like when he goes a day or two without calling, missing t-ball games, etc.). but i completely agree that they (especially him!) are so SO flirty with one another!"

plsssss I love this dynamic, there's so much to explore!! Her being pissed Robby hasn't called because their kid likes to tell him goodnight and recap their day, or how he kinda stumbles being a dad, like maybe he volunteered to bring something to the t-ball game and forgot the t-ball game entirely (picked up a shift). And his volunteering kinda came out of a clumsy way to really integrate himself and prove to her he's trying to do better which makes it more of a yikes.

And Dylan!!! Yes, like she has so much love and affection for this man but let's be foreallll she and Robby went at it like animals which is why they ended up with their bundle of joy meanwhile Dylan gets kisses on the cheeks for the first week/let's keep our own space for now engagement...lolllll.

Like I can just imagine Dana, not amused with either party, like she probably hears all of Robby's bitching about Dylan, thinks this guy is the worst and then when she comes to meet him (they meet due to a freak incident, the kid breaks his arm while at the park and Dylan was a bit distracted because he saw a prized bird and he just had to take a photo and upload it to his bird-er groupchat so they're at PTMC) and just laughs because he is like anti-Robby. He fumbles, super clumsy but very endearing kinda like Whittaker but no cool moments-which makes it double hilarious because in normal circumstances he might actually like Dylan. And all the staff is just watching the trainwreck of Robby trying to play cool, Dylan fumbling apologizing and Reader trying to be calm for her kid. Some of the staff who like don't know her probably only call her Robby's wife, or the ex so its just super awkward.

But Dana is like an all seeing eye and also calls out reader for leading poor Dylan on, like the funny red flag of being engaged while living apart (still hilarious lol) and how she and Robby are still like deeply attracted to each and everyone can see except maybe Dylan. Dana is like "Dylan is really nice but it'd be like having two kids"

also just picturing a rom-com (more comedy) moment where Robby is feeling hella jealous because his kid and dylan are really bonding and playing (they both have the same interests) and Robby kinda tries to play too, or kinda tries to assert his bond with his kid but ends up pinching a nerve in his back and goes down, cut to him with a bruised ego and his kid trying to massage his back better as he lies face down on the couch (mom to the rescue with a heat pad)

also would love to see the lore of how they get together, i'd like to think a lot of their relationship at least intially was their crazy chemistry, like crazy carnal appetite for eachother, and it just being easy being with one another...until it isn't

hi friend!!!!!

i am so glad you liked it!!! ahhh!!! let me answer this in parts!!!

there really is SO much to explore with them!!!

referenced post

1) i think robby really means well, it’s not like he doesn’t call on purpose, he’s just so physically exhausted when he gets home from work, and more often than not he’s also mentally exhausted. unfortunately, he just forgets sometimes :(. and she always remembers to let him have it, not to make him feel shitty, necessarily, but just enough so he feels guilty if that makes sense?? like she knows he loves their son (ryan), she just wants him to show it.

i think he volunteers for t-ball stuff maybe because ryan offhandedly mentions that dylan helps with the team snacks. like robby just says “well i could help coach” or something. when they mention it to reader, she says they should start small, with actually coming to games and being consistent with that first. not in a passive aggressive way either, just because she knows robby is so busy, and that would take more effort than she honestly thinks he has to give. which, again, she unfortunately is right. he makes probably 5/9 games, which is great, and ryan is so excited, but he misses two that he promised to be at because the ED was short staffed. but she can tell he’s trying, and it really hurts him not to be there.

2) OMG DO NOT GET ME STARTED!!! i think they (reader and robby) met at a coffee shop, and it was just pure passion from the moment they met. they were CONSTANTLY fucking (for lack of better words LOL). it’s more surprising that they only had the one kid during their relationship than anything!! i think dylan was a co-worker (who took a promotion to a different department so they could date) who always really liked her, but never made a move until well after she and robby broke up. he knows that there’s a lot, a lot of damage and (again for lack of better words) issues from that relationship, so he knows things are going to be slow and a little non traditional. but at the same time, it all still stings a little. like he’s there, he’s present, and she’s got his ring on her finger (something michael never did). why won’t she fully give herself to him and trust him?

3) DANA!! she gets really annoyed with robby, like she definitely thinks he’s just talking shit, but also, like you said, thinks dylan just has to be the absolute worst (to an extent, she knows reader pretty well). then he comes in with ryan, awkward and fumbling while wearing khaki shorts with binoculars around his neck as he awkwardly asks for robby, and she genuinely has to hold herself together once she realizes exactly who this man is. robby’s that jealous of this guy?

i imagine whitaker and king are the ones in the room helping out. so they awkwardly look between reader who is biting her nails as she sits on the bed, robby who looks like he’s about to pop a blood vessel, and dylan who looks one second away from throwing up. he also keeps apologizing, which they can tell pisses robby off more than anything. he’s fighting back shitty comments about why he wasn’t watching him in the first place, but keeps them to himself when he sees how distressed reader is. it gets extremely awkward when king takes ryan for x-rays, and whitaker is awkwardly stuck in there with the three of them. he called her mrs. robinavitch like four times, and it just makes it worse.

4)dana does definitely call her out!! she can see the way she clings a little closer to robby, and at first she thinks it may be the nerves, but one too many times she sees the look in her eyes when she looks at robby. they have quick chat, and it does get reader thinking about a lot of things, because i think she’s the first person to call her out on it.

5) AHHH OHMYGOSH!!! i can’t think of a scenario for this so we’ll just look at the aftermath LOL. robby, laying facedown on the couch, wounded pride but also actually a little down and genuinely wanting to just leave. he knew the kid liked dylan, but didn’t really realize how much, ya know. ryan, poor boy, cries because his dad is hurt, and that makes it so much worse, the poor boy just sobbing lightly while rubbing his dads back softly. reader comes in just in time, with a heating pad and icyhot, telling the boy to go find some water while she takes over, rubbing the icyhot into his back. it shouldn’t make him feel like it does, but neither of them say anything to acknowledge it.

6) i can (and plan on) really diving into this)!!! there’s definitely a lot of lore for them, between their relationship, having a baby, the break up, robby and heather, reader and dylan. there is SO much we can get into with this!!!

[animeomegas]

how would your twst favs react to their alpha leaving for a year? who would cry and who would be bitter?

Okay, okay, I was thinking about this all night, okay!

Warnings: panic attacks, depression, some nods towards suicidal thoughts etc.

Assuming:

that you are already mated to them

no children

living together

and they know that you somehow found a way back to your original world, but don't know how or if it was on purpose.

Jamil is super fucking bitter. Angry, resentful, believes that you were keeping your plans to go home a secret from him and were only using him like a placeholder. Has moments where he understand that's not in character for you, but those moments are outshone by the sheer fucking rage. Wishes he could rip your bite mark off his skin, but also, in the dead of night, pressing on that mark is the only way for him to fall asleep. Copes by pretending that your betrayal has killed the love he had for you. It hasn't.

Vil is humiliated. It's so public for him because people obvious notice that his mate has disappeared. Rumours fly, he's constantly having to come up with PR and deflect questions all while mourning on the inside. He cries once. One full on breakdown, alone in your once joint room, ugly sobbing, throwing stuff. Then he just... numbs himself to it. Pretends it didn't happen. He vows to never trust someone like that again.

Riddle sobs and cries when he's alone. Every time he comes home to an empty house, he can't cope. He begs your photos to come back, that he'll be better, give you more, if only you'll come back for him. He doesn't think you did it on purpose, because he doesn't think you'd lie to him, but he does think that you must be happy that it happened. A happy accident ripped you apart, and you have gained so much, and he lost everything. Starts having panic attacks semi-frequently.

Idia is depressed. He's made so much progress with you, but you're gone and he's trigged so badly by abandonment and while he was working with a therapist, getting out of the house sometimes, fighting his anxiety... he stops. He can't even get out of bed most days. Like Riddle, he believes that it was an accident, but that you're probably happier this way. In his worst doom spirals, he thinks of everything he did to drive you away, wondering if this is his fault. On those days he's glad that he can't get out of bed because he's worried about what he'd do to himself if he did.

Kalim is broken. He's distraught. He tries to smile, to be happy, because he's a happy person, and you loved him being happy, but every day it gets harder and harder. Every smile cracks down the middle now. His eyes are always glassy. He withdraws from most people. He thinks it was an accident, that you would never leave him on purpose, but he thinks there's nothing either of you can do about it. When he thinks about how distraught you must be in your world, it only makes him sadder. Copes with maladaptive daydreaming, getting lost in a world inside his head where you're still with him.

Ruggie laughs and laughs and laughs. He laughs until his throat hurts too much to continue. And then he cries. He tries, once, to convince himself that this is better for you, to be around your own people, but he's too selfish to truly believe it. You belong with him. He has no power to get you back. Doesn't know if you did this on purpose, he tries not to think about it. Works himself to the ground just to keep his mind off you.

Azul cries and begs. He tries anything he can think of to get you back, or to get himself to you. He'll give up everything to reunite with you. What's the use of all this fake power, brittle control, if he can't keep his mate with him?? It's meaningless, all of it, including him. He'll do anything, beg anyone, debase himself, do any favour, just please please please come back to him, he'll be better, he promises! He can't help but think you left him on purpose. He should have never allowed himself to be convinced that he was enough to keep you. Ends up swinging back and forth between eating nothing and binge eating to cope.

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Adrien this season wears the same wrinkled outfit his dad picked out for him, sleeps on a mattress on the floor, has no passion besides being with Marinette and being chat noir, learned how to make the only meal we ever saw him share with his dad, and despite his version being better claims his dad’s were perfect.

And ppl who claim to love him are watching him go thru this and no one is helping the guy out. Only Alya has been “hey! lying to the guy is wrong and is making him stagnate” but she would rather have her memory erased than say anything.

I stg if “the power of love” is Adrien finding the strength to forgive everyone when he finds out I am going to lose it.

Agreed. Season six is really showing what I mean when I say that Miraculous has terrible plot lines for an episodic formula show. Adrien being depressed and processing his father's death is not the kind of conflict that you can resolve in 20 minutes or less, but every episode is supposed to standalone, so we're getting this awkward back and forth where the issue is randomly acknowledged in one episode only to be ignored in the next one because it doesn't fit the tone of the episode and the quality of the episodes as singular entities is more important than the quality of the season as a whole.

The Alya thing was an especially glaring example of the issue. In Revelator, Alya learns the truth about Gabriel and her reaction isn't, "I have to tell Adrien" it's "I hate that I'm going to have to keep this secret, too!"

Rena Rouge: You don't get to decide what Adrien should or shouldn't know. Neither do I. Truth is essential for someone's personal growth, and now that I know I'm gonna have to lie! And you know I don't. like. Lying!

This statement is nonsensical. Alya starts by declaring that Adrien deserves the truth and ends lamenting the fact that she'll have to lie to him, too, as if lying is the only option. It's not, though. She could tell him the truth! Half the cast could!

At least, they could in a serialized show, but this is an episodic formula show where canon-changing reveals can only happen in the season finals, so Alya telling Adrien the truth was never on the table. That's why the episode's conflict wasn't "should we tell Adrien" it was "should Alya be in on the lie, too." You can see this clearly at the end of the episode where Alya actively wants her mind wiped so she doesn't tell Adrien:

Rena Rouge: Some secrets are heavier than others and I am afraid I won't be able to keep this one... Cat Noir: But isn't that wrong? Rena Rouge: No. Because it's meant to give people the ability to choose whether to share their secret or not. (She looks at Ladybug) And that's repairing things.

This is wildly inauthentic to Alya's character. She should be fighting to keep her memory so she can tell Adrien! But she can't do that because it's too upsetting for kids and the episode needs to feel like it has a satisfying conclusion so this is the only way the conflict could be played just like Adrien's depression can't be addressed in a way that calls characters to action.

Major changes can only happen at the start of a season, the end of a season, or in a special because that's how episodic formula shows work. Status quo is king so that episodes can air in any order. Miraculous is never going to give you a strong plot that plays out over the course of a season. The most you're ever going to get are undeveloped hints at the plot lines you desperately want to see. Teasers that keep you hooked while never paying off because they literally can't.

Will Adrien learn the truth and/or process his grief today? No. If that's going to happen, it will happen in the season finale and I would not be surprised if we don't even get it then. The show has a rule that there must always be a secret between Marinette and Adrien and I don't see how you undo the Gabriel secrets while keeping the identity stuff a secret. I'm still curious how they'll even do a proper reveal of the truth because it means addressing the fact that Gabriel was dying from a cataclysm Adrien inflicted on him.

This show is slated for at least two more seasons. It's entirely possible that Adrien will stay in the dark for several or even all of those. I'm not saying that's what they'll do, I'm just pointing out that it's a distinct possibility based on the way the show has been written in the past so I'd strongly encourage you to brace yourselves for the worst while hoping for the best.

Minor fun fact: while Adrien's depression feels like something you could possibly address in an episodic formula show, my bet is that they won't because addressing the depression means redoing his character model to a new outfit and his room to a new design. Those are noticeable changes that would confuse people who missed the episode where it happened and I would be shocked if the show took that risk. Because of the formula show issue, Adrien probably has to stay in his sad bedroom and dirty old clothes until a season finale or the start of a new season just like the sad bedroom was introduced at the start of the season. It's the same reason Ladybug's suit upgrade wasn't a total upgrade. She kept her classic look so that the episodes could air in any order without confusing viewers.

[wrestlersownmyheart]

"Yeet Of Fate" Chapter 15 (Jey Uso X Female Reader)

Title: Yeet Of Fate Pairing: Jey Uso X Reader Summary: When you, an aspiring author, decide to take your skills to the world of wrestling, you decide to shadow and tag along with a couple of wrestlers to learn more about the sport for your upcoming book debut. None other than the Royal Rumble winner, Jey Uso, is the male wrestler you will be working with, and needless to say, that makes you nervous. You tell yourself, things will stay platonic. You tell yourself that…

Jey Uso is at the top of his game, the last thing he needs is a fan trailing around after him and fan girling all over the place. He wants to do his job, bask in the glory of it and call it a day. Not have to answer questions all day long from a wannabe writer. That's how he feels, until he meets Y/N face to face. She isn't what he expected. And he doesn't like to be wrong. As beautiful as she is… He will keep things platonic. He tells himself that…

Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: None

NOTE: I'll add a gif as soon as I can find one that fits the chapter!

*Credit to Gif owner--Not my gif*

Chapter 15

Jey followed Jimmy the whole drive, all the way to Y/N's house.

No pitstops.

Nothing.

They had the six hour drive made in a little less than five hours.

Just when Jey thought Jimmy was leading him into the boondocks, he pulled up in front of a large, two-story house with a white Jeep Rubicon in the driveway. He pulled up behind Jimmy and killed his rental. Then he was getting out of the car just as Jimmy was getting out of his.

They walked up to the porch and rang the doorbell.

In just a moment's notice, Naomi came to the door in her pajamas, complaining and saying, "How did I just know it was going to be you two? Why did you have to ring the doorbell? Do you know how long it took Y/N to fall asleep? She's only been asleep for an hour," she hissed at them. "I don't know how she does it in her condition-"

Behind Jey, Jimmy was frantically slashing across his throat with his hand, wordlessly telling Naomi to shut it. It finally dawned on her why, when Jey asked, "What condition? She's okay, yeah?"

"Oh, uh, well… she's just been really stressed and worrying about Gunther. She's not sleeping or eating much," Naomi answered.

Jey rubbed the back of his neck. "Maybe you two should get going. She and I have a lot to talk about."

"If you think I'm leaving without saying goodbye to her, you're cra- Mmm!"

Jimmy clapped his hand over her mouth to shut her up, and then proceeded to lift her caveman style over his shoulder. He carried her out of the house and gave Jey a "You owe me" look while rolling Naomi's suitcase out behind them. All through this, Naomi was kicking and griping her head off.

As soon as they left, Jey locked the front door, and then looked up at the ceiling. Sensing that Y/N was mere feet above him in one of the rooms upstairs.

But he took his time. He wanted to get to know her better, so he looked through the lower rooms to see anything and everything that would tell him more about her.

He started with the living room and looked through all the photos she had mounted on the walls. She had school photos–he saw her senior photo and smiled at the innocence of it. She also had photos of family–he needed to ask her about her family, come to think of it.

He moved along the room and spotted the Bible on her coffee table. He appreciated that she had Faith. That was important to him as well. He took note of the decorating details: the curtains, knick knacks, and porcelain figurines she had displayed on various tables and shelves. Then he went to the kitchen and looked at the kind of food she ate. All healthy stuff, he thought as he looked around. He opened the fridge and saw almond milk, various cheeses, orange juice, and various other healthy items. She believes in taking care of herself, he added to himself. He was glad of that.

Finally, he walked to the stairs and made his way up them silently. He came to what looked like the master bedroom a couple doors down from the landing of the stairs, and looked inside the ajar door. The bed was empty but unmade and so he assumed this is where she was.

He stepped inside, and walked over to the bed–placed his hand on the mattress. It was still warm. She was here. He noticed a pink YEET shirt laying next to the pillow. He picked it up and smelled it, having a suspicion that it had been a shirt he wore. Sure enough he smelled not only his cologne on the shirt, but her fragrance as well mingled with it.

Realization dawned then.

She still loves me. Otherwise, why would she sleep with my shirt? And then he thought, after everything I said–did–to her…

Suddenly, he heard a toilet flush. He looked around and saw a closed door where the sound was coming from–an ensuite bathroom. He froze.

The door opened, and Y/N emerged, instantly spotting Jey by her bed, holding the shirt that was so dear to her heart. "J-Jey?..."

His eyes roved over her, and stopped at her stomach.

"You're pregnant?!"

The blood drained from her face, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she fell in a dead faint. Jey darted forward and caught her, keeping her from hitting the floor. He caught her up in his arms and cradled her to his chest as he carried her to the bed, gently laying her on the mattress.

"Come on, Mama…" he said softly. "Come back." He placed the back of his hand to her cheek, and noted that she felt a bit warm. He hurried into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth, wet it down at the lavatory and then came back to her, placing the cloth on her forehead. She moaned softly, shifting her head on the pillow.

"That's it, baby. Come back to me." He kissed the back of her hand, and waited patiently for her to awaken.

Her eyes fluttered and slowly opened. Instantly, her gaze fell on him, and she gasped.

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Something woke you up. You weren't sure what though. You just came awake, and felt the unsettling urge to go pee. So, you got out of bed groggily, and walked into your bathroom and took care of your business, then washed your hands at the lavatory.

You stepped out of the ensuite bathroom, and immediately spotted Jey at your bedside, his YEET shirt in his hands.

Jey.

"J-Jey?"

You saw his gaze roam over your body, and stop at your stomach.

He looked beyond shocked. "You're pregnant?!"

You felt yourself falling, but couldn't stop yourself. Everything went black.

You vaguely were aware of Jey's voice, and the feeling of him carrying you.

"Come on, Mama… Come back."

You faded out again briefly, and then came to once more, feeling a cool wet cloth on your forehead. It felt amazing with the hot flush you were having. A soft moan passed your lips and you turned your head slightly.

You heard Jey say, "That's it, baby. Come back to me."

A kiss to your hand.

You opened your eyes, and instantly spotted Jey sitting on the edge of your bed, holding your hand.

You tried to sit up in the bed but Jey kept you laying down by caging you in with his muscled arms.

"How-?... What are you doing here? Where's Naomi?"

Jey brought his finger to your lips and silenced you.

"I'm here because Jimmy told me that Gunther is after you again."

You rolled your eyes. You should have known Jimmy would find a way to get Jey to come to you.

"Well, it's not your problem. I'm handling it just fine without your help," you lied.

"It is my problem," Jey said, taking the cloth from your head and pressing it into the hot skin of your neck. You closed your eyes in the ecstasy of the cold, wet cloth cooling you down. "You and this baby are mine. I'm not going to stand by and let him hurt you. Either of you."

"What do you care? You left me in the hospital, Jey. You left me, without a goodbye or anything." You took a breath preparing to unload on him. "I've been so scared this whole time, because I'm going to be a single mother. Do you know how frightening that is?" Before you even realized it, tears were streaming down your face. Jey seemed to realize you needed to let everything out, so he allowed you to do that.

But now, with everything you were feeling, you couldn't manufacture a single word. You simply sobbed and cried. Finally, you were able to speak. "What did I do that was so wrong? Why didn't you want me–love me? Why did you tell me you did, and then so coldly turn your back on me when I needed you most?"

"Jey, stroked your arm as you cried and that just seemed to make the tears come harder.

"You didn't do anything wrong, baby. I did and do love you. I lied to you that night in the hospital. I lied to protect you. I thought you'd be safer here, than with me. I have a huge target on my back right now. And that puts a target on you too."

"I have needed you so badly, Jey."

"I know. And if you give me the chance, I'll spend my life making it up to you."

"I don't know, Jey. I'm so confused now. I have a lot to think about." You yawned and then groaned as a contraction hit you.

"What's wrong," Jey demanded, his hand going to your belly. He could feel the contractions hitting you hard.

"Just leave, Jey." You cried out. "It's only Braxton Hicks. They'll stop if you leave and let me calm down."

"I don't want to leave you."

"You have to!" You sobbed. "This can bring on actual labor, and it's too soon for the babies to arrive."

"Babies!?"

"Yes, I'm having twins. Now go! Please!"

"I'm not going far." Jey said, easing up off the bed. He slowly walked out of the room and left the door ajar.

You settled yourself against the pillows and willed the contractions to stop.

You had so much on your mind now. So much.

What were you going to do?

Would you let Jey back in? Or were you better off without him?

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[demonsmoocher]

So I saw that you were doing matchups for users and the cast of KDH and I thought 'Why not' I don't have a preference for the relationship type or the gender btw ^^

A little bit about me: I'm autistic and ADHD which means that I tend to be fairly chaotic around people I feel comfortable with- that includes swearing like a sailor, rambling about my special interests or stuff that I feel strongly about. I tend to also tell 50 stories in the same conversation because I get sidetracked. I'm also Polish so I sometimes speak in my mother tongue without realising it.

I'm also a writer and I tend to have multiple projects at the same time- it could be books, games, videos. Anything like that. And I tend to get hyperfixated on stuff a lot 😅

I'm also into alternative fashion and I tend to do very exaggerated makeup that takes me forever to get off.

That should be enough I think? Have fun! Go wild!

I’ve been torn on who I ship you with so you get the ever exclusive “Polyshipping you never asked for!”

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✨ I ship you with…

Mystery Saja & Zoey! ✨

✨ the three of you almost certainly bond over a variety of shared neurodivergency and specific self-brought chaos as a trio.

💜 Mystery Saja serves almost as an instigator for you a lot of the time- he’s almost always the first to try and wind you up and/or is the first to join you in any stupid schemes you find yourself wanting to do.

An entirely new makeup look you haven’t tested? Only an hour before a big meet up with the others? Yeah do it. Mystery will do one with you & you can both look fresh n.. uh… “different” is the word Zoey used.

💜 Truly unfortunate (or fortunate) that Mystery is always going to be quick to egg you on into rambling about whatever niche interest or project no matter how “appropriate” it is for public space too. I fear this dog of a man is just sick with puppy love for you every step of the way in the relationship. He wants to hear you yap and will stare quietly most of the conversation with the tiniest “uh huh” or “go on” to cue that he wants more.

Though it’s not like Zoey is much better.

💙 Zoey’s role in the relationship is a lot more of an interesting support and/or hype for you on a lot of your projects. It doesn’t matter how often you pick up or put down personal projects- she adores the passion you have for your work and as a writer herself she’s quick to ask all the best questions to keep you rambling about an interest. Truly- shes your #1 fangirl & she’s going to act like it with wild theories & excited pestering on your work.

💙 overall though Zoey is probably the one much better at actually engaging with your interests without you asking. She’s happy to join in your interests, try your fashion- and is just as quick to pull you straight into hers. (You definitely see so many of Huntrix’s songs long before they ever get recorded) and it’s her own personal way of saying she loves you without explicitly saying “I love you”

However of the 2- Zoey definitely tells you she loves you more- and she… definitely gets “creative” with it! Last time she poetically compared you to a cup of ramen 🫶 & last time Mystery let you know he loved you he sort of just… flopped into your lap like a dog.

💙💜 together the both share an interest in your mother tongue as you put it- and both will probably be pretty quick to pick up on it. Mystery is much more likely to parrot or repeat random polish words he just enjoys- but Zoey will want to learn and try to implement more of the language into her more domestic use. (Mystery is able to but- he’s not exactly fond of speaking in general so that’s your war to fight 🙏)

💙💜🩶 Ultimately as a trio yall are yappy, high energy, and only keep raising the bar when yall are around each other. Yall are probably a bit much for some others- but Zoey & Mystery wont ever seem to get enough of your charm.

[khajiit-reads]

Litha/Midsummer 2025 PAC

This is for the Northern Hemisphere folks!

This is... a bit late, but I've been so busy. Hopefully in the future my Wheel of the Year PACs aren't late!

The deck used is Seasons of the Witch: Litha Oracle (Alasdair, he), by Lorriane Anderson, Juliet Diaz, and Tijana Lukovic.

As this is a collective reading, I cannot guarantee complete accuracy as per how these tend to work. Take what resonates, leave the rest. I do PAC for fun, not for seriousness, so please don't take this uber seriously. My inbox remains open for more personal stuff.

PICK A CARD: 🌅🌻☀️🥭🌄

🌅 ^ SUNRISE

Reversed Heather : Reversed, this card speaks of a need to protect your dreams. It talks of lack of peace of mind as well.

Reversed Insects : This card is about pests and obstacles that stand in your way. Reversed, it becomes more about them passing on, slowly but surely. The pests are dying, albeit slowly.

Upright Money Magic : This card almost exclusively refers to prosperity, especially of the money variety.

Overall . . .

Bad things will pass for you soon. Litha is the time of the sun -- its bright flames are cleansing, and provide banishment. Prosperity is on it's way for you now, bad things shall pass on by, and your dreams will be protected and peace of mind will come to you.

🌻 ^ SUNFLOWER

Upright Insects : This card is back! Upright, it's more of a negative omen, about how things aren't going to go well for you. There's obstacles in the way.

Reversed Stargazing : Reversed, this is a call to... well, not reach so high as the stars or moon. Reach for the ceiling instead, it's much more achievable.

Upright Lemonade : This card is the epitome of "when life gives you lemons, make lemonade". Silver linings, making the best of things.

Overall . . .

Life sucks, huh? Things are rough, things are hard. But you can figure something out. You can reach the ceiling and at least make your life somewhat better, if you choose to pursue it. And frankly, you should pursue it. Making lemonade ain't that hard, even if it takes effort. Just get the right tools.

☀️ ^ SUN

Reversed Clear Quartz : Something isn't as clear as it could, or perhaps should, be. Thoughts are muddied, and general life isn't clear and obvious what's all going to happen.

Reversed Heat Wave : This card is a warning. You can't take too much more. You're standing in the heat wave, and you're going to have heat exhaustion, or worse, stroke soon. Metaphorically, of course.

Reversed Summer Berries : Upright, this card speaks of things finally ripening. Reversed, it becomes a message that it's more like an avocado or banana, ripening a bit too far beyond an edible state.

Overall . . .

You can only take so much more. You're gonna freakin' crash at some point. The banana is gonna be turned into so much mush that it won't even be good for banana bread anymore.

You need to stop. It may feel like it's a good idea to keep going. But you gotta stop. Take a rest, take a breather. Go inside the air conditioned house, and rest for a while.

🥭 ^ MANGO

Upright Green Witch : Green Witch asks you to be mindful of the consequences of your actions. Everything is interconnected, and that means that your actions have consequences -- good and bad.

Reversed Money Magic : This card speaks heavily of prosperity. Reversed, it's hard-earned, hard-gained. It's not going to come your way super easily or sweetly.

Upright Garden Beds : This card asks you to work smarter, to be resourceful, and to evaluate your progress.

Overall . . .

Your hard work will pay off, but you've got to work smarter instead of harder. Try and chill a bit, and figure out a smarter way to work on what you're working on. The solstice may be an excellent time for work, but do you need to do the whole shebang? Or is there a smarter way to go around that?

🌄 ^ SUNSET

Reversed Farmers' Market : This card is abundance, but reversed it begins to speak of struggling abundance. The last harvest you got is starting to run dry by now.

Reversed Insects : Insects here is meaning more along the lines of a worsening pestilence, unlike the last time it showed up.

Upright Summer Berries : This card brings ripening, sweetening, the harvested fruits coming to fruition.

Overall . . .

I think this is ultimately a "hey. stuff sucks butt. but it's gonna get better eventually." Your abundance may be running out, but it's also going to come back around. But... it's going to get worse before it gets better. Sorry about that.

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[dippitydoppitydingdong]

BOUNCING UP AND DOWN AND FLAPPING MY HANDS LIKE A GIDDY DUMBASS

IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY IDEAS!!!!!! i am very creative and think WAY TOO MUCH and always connect my favorite things together so utilizing D&D concepts in a Dandy's World x Miraculous Ladybug AU (DW is my current hyperfixation, MLB is a secondary interest)

i think the witch hat works better, it really gives more of that childish grandiosity that you would see in an eight year old. i think she should also have a giant flowy cape and a little jabot like Rodger because yes. it's adorable. maybe her dog plush's white spots could change into stars to fit with the star motif you incorporated?

i think it would also be cool if the d10 di(c)e was visible in her eye(s) (depending on if you opted for 1 or 2 dice) so everybody could actively see what number– and therefore superpower– she rolled!!! could be good for a quick indicator as to what she's about to do next

uhhh. some power rolls i thought of that you could do (just ten for now, half are self-applicable and the other half are like spell casting)

- Super Strength

- Super Speed

- Invisibility

- Telekinesis (can be self-applied for flight)

- Gigantism/Size Change

- Blazeblast Spell (shoot off swaths of fire or throw fireballs) (fire = orange = skill check)

- Stormstrike Spell (generate a powerful bolt of lightning) (lightning = yellow = speed)

- Weedwhacker Spell (summon giant vines from the ground to wall off or attack) (plants = green = stamina)

- Frigidfreeze Spell (freeze the ground to make it slippery or encase someone in a block of ice) (ice = blue = stealth)

- Cometcrash Spell (conjure magical stars to rain down on enemies) (stars/space = purple = extraction)

(these are just ideas. feel free to use or not. yeah i gave all of the magic spells alliterative names. i know, i'm corny-)

and in terms of motivation... i was thinking of maybe she keeps getting brushed off or denied because she wants to help with stuff but "she's too young" and it makes her upset because Toodles is known to want to help with things whenever she can, and this whole situation with the akumas and trying to stop Allureium could not only already put her on edge, but drive her to want to help and hence get turned away because "little kids shouldn't be messing with this kind of stuff" (which is. valid.)

and i think Rodger's tendency to exclude her from his more serious cases (like in one of his dialogues with her in the elevator) would only bother her more (even though he totally reasonable in not wanting her to get hurt) so maybe she feels like she's unable to do anything, therefore her power being able to do a whole lot of different things

maybe she even snaps at Rodger when he initially realizes she's been akumatized, something along the lines of "Beat it Dad! I can do anything now and you can't stop me!"

and Percenchild's powers do seem destructive enough that Silver Fox would have to step in heheheh. oh poor Rodger, first he's concerned about his daughter's safety and now he has to fight her 💔

i do wonder how Shelly gets her hands on more Miraculouses for lending out, since you said way earlier that she found the Ladybug Miraculous by chance while digging, does she just end up finding the rest over time, or is there a Guardian here and the Ladybug Miraculous just happened to be lost... or perhaps buried there on purpose?

HEYYYYYY WHATS UUUUPPPPP ITS MEEEEE THE DEVILLLLL /ref

i come to you with a funny little idea.

concept i thought of for Akuma-Toodles :)

so. for a little background. i was reading through a pdf of the D&D 2024 Player's Handbook and came across the Wild Magic Sorcerer subclass, and after staring at it for a little bit i was like "hold on. that could actually do good for like. akumatized toodles."

IF YOU DO NOT KNOW:

how Wild Magic works in D&D is that you roll two D10 (10-sided) dice and look up what the effect is on a table that has a variety of different outcomes based on the number you roll from 1-100 (with one dice counting as the Tens and the other as the Ones)

as you can see here, this pair of D10 dice will add up to a number between 1 and 100 that corresponds to an effect on the Wild Magic table (00 + 0 = 100 iirc)

so basically i was thinking, what if Akuma-Toodles had her own version of Wild Magic? it would just be entirely beneficial to her instead of having the chance to backfire (since the Wild Magic table has some self-affecting negative results lol).

after having her Dog Plush corrupted, the 8ball die in her head transformed into a pair of D10 dice and she can roll a number 1-100 and get a different power for each result!!! (could limit it down to sections of like 1-5, 6-10, 11-15, 16-20, etc so you don't have to come up with 100 unique results... only 50 😅)

(even then, you could keep it to just one D10 die and have only 10 options for superpowers)

and a name i thought of for her is PERCENCHILD

it's a combo of Percentile (another name for D10 dice) and, well, child... cuz that's what she is.

alternatively there's the more obvious option of Lil' Miss Fortune (a pun on misfortune)

but yeah!!! that's a little fun idea i had for her because 8ball has that stuff with probability and dice and her in-game ability is luck-based so i decided to play into that :3

also. the eight symbol on her head should turn into an infinity symbol. that's the only design detail i think should be there. hehe.

OOOOOOO- you know what we’ve got akuma! Toodles now (well, at least a doodle of her, I feel like I haven’t figured out her design completely yet lol)

okay uh I know literally nothing about D&D but I think I understand this Wild Magic concept enough to love it- LOOK AT THE FUNNY LITTLE WIZARD

(can’t really decide if I should give Percenchild a cute little witch hat and have her hood down or if I should just keep it up to give her a more sorceress look …… or maybe she has the hat underneath her hood-)

god everytime I think about cloaked characters I think of that one stupid Kermit meme

AAAA I know I said it before a billion times but I love your ideas so much THIS WAS SO CREATIVE A U G H - I COULD NEVER-

although, I couldn’t imagine what Rodger would think of all this- (well, at least Silver Fox would be there to save her :3)

[hotdogmchiggin]

Company Mandated Fancy Fits on the Tulpar 😏

Also had to include the REAL star of the show (and a bonus)

Based off of this and this. Thank you very much joetastic for being inspirational 👍

The REAL reason this is late

[vaguely-concerned]

thinking about not only the specific people lucanis pulls in to represent the 'locks' in his psyche, but the storytelling that happens in the structure/order of them. the underlying ideas are presented something like:

the lucanis who went into the ossuary never came back out again; he died down there (the boy caterina raised is gone forever) -> you're putting yourself in danger doing this (by being close to me), you should leave because I can't bear it if you get hurt because of me -> it doesn't matter even if we do try this, it won't work anyway (again because of me) ('you know what he's like, you can open the door but he won't walk through it' :'( oofie doofie) -> what if the real secret is that there was never anything but the monster in here from the beginning. you should leave, there was never anything here worth saving in the first place. (implicitly: what if I deserved what happened, all along.)

it runs pretty cleanly from outward-oriented attachment anxiety ('caterina won't even want me back like this, she won't recognize me (the same way I no longer recognize myself)) and gradually deeper inwards until we reach self-image and self worth. or you know, the harrowing basic lack of it lol.

"careful -- they'll know we're not right," spite says in one of their first scenes... but clearly, some very deep part of lucanis has feared or suspected for much longer than that that there's something inherently not right at the core of him, way before any demon entered the picture. and the voice he gives those lines to is the person who should know him better than anyone in the world, who he has loved more than anyone in the world -- and who deliberately chose to hurt him so horrifically anyway. 'It's better if I'm just a monster and deserved what happened than it is to allow for the idea that the brother I love doesn't really exist and maybe never did'. it's better if he's fundamentally flawed in some way that needed fixing to help him survive, and that's why caterina chose to hurt him again and again -- out of love. (this one I think he might have a very sad wakeup call on one day if he ever ends up with the responsibility and care of a child of his own in some way and realizes just how alien the idea of ever intentionally hurting them for any reason is to him. oh buddy. also interesting that he keeps caterina as the outermost lock -- there IS a distance he keeps there that he hasn't with illario. he doesn't resent her 'anymore' he says, but he also keeps her carefully further away from his deepest self.)

as far as I could tell the only note in the mind prison that's fully hidden and needs to be uncovered is the sad painful helpless stupid little truth that even after all this, even knowing what happened... he still loves his brother. is there anything illario could ever do that would make lucanis completely stop loving him, do you think? sometimes the trouble with unconditional love is that it is, well. unconditional, even when some terms and conditions probably would have been in order haha.

that's the pattern you see there again and again; he would rather destroy and abandon and imprison himself at every turn than let go of love, even when it's just scraps, even when there's only ever enough of it to hurt him. it's only when rook shows up and as it were takes his hand and walks along with him that he can entertain the idea of changing the story of what walking out the door might mean in the end.

[love-fireflysong]

I'm just saying you guys, if you're a fanfic author and you're going through a rough period where you keep feeling like your writing is shit and awful and just absolute garbage, just reread your own work.

You don't even have to look at the comments if you're going through a particularly nasty patch where you're convinced everyone is just lying and was only saying nice things to spare your feelings. Just reread the fic itself. It'll change your mind so quick I promise.

There's seriously nothing quite like clicking on what is *your* most popular fic and going 'Oh. I get it now. I think I understand why other people actually like this one so much holy shit'.

[drpicklesart]

they are going to mehnahnaroo

[mechazushi]

Insane Dad Lore (Essential Errand)

[Slight Trigger Warning] Verbal Abuse.

[Notes] Sooooo.... change of plans.... Instead of posting the chapters in order even if I get them done out of order, I'm just going to post them as I finish them and then organize them once I port all the chapters to Ao3. Really, the ultimate goal here was to just get all the ideas on (electronic) paper anyway. So I guess ya'll are going to have fun wondering what order these are going to go in, {cuz' I'll be doing the same damn thing ᕙ (° ~ ° ~)}

✼　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　✼

There had been a break in the lore gathering where there wasn't as many an opportunity to try and pry some new childhood history out of Kafka. That didn't mean there wasn't inciting incidents that led to new loose threads. It was after an early morning period of training did such an event arose. Reno and Kafka has just gotten back to barracks after hitting the gym just to come back and find Minase in a state of inconsolable crying. Hakua was sitting next to a tower of shaking blankets placed on the bed, desperately trying to appease the distraught soldier within by patting and rubbing its back as well as whispering words of comfort. She tried to say comforting things at least, but must have accidentally said something to make the crying worse.

"Hey, is everything okay?" Reno tried to ask as they passed through the door.

"I'm not entirely sure? I just caught the tail end of a phone conversation and now she's like this." Hakua told them as she continued to hug the pile of blankets close, "Whatever it was, it sounded pretty distressing."

"Hey, Reno?" Kafka spoke softly down to his friend, not wanting to take his eyes of of their compatriot, "Can you do me a favor and go down to the vending machine and grab a water? I feel like she's going to need it."

Reno nodded quickly and turned back out the doorway, leaving Kafka. He approached Hakua and nodded his head away, silently asking permission to sit on the bed next to Minase. After she moved, Kafka sat down slowly so as to not make the pile of blankets jump. He mimiced Hakua's original position and wrapped his large arm around the tower, Squeezing it close to him as he tried to wrap his other arm around it.

"Heeeyyy, Minase." He said cheerfully, but not loudly, "Looks like you're not having a good go of things, huh?" The covered pile only continued to cry.

"Bad days are no fun, aren't they?" He chuckled in an attempt to brighten the mood, "It's safe to say that there's never going to be a shortage of those. You wanna know what makes me feel better about them though?" He tried to ask the sad menagerie of stolen blankets. It had stopped full on crying and had downgraded to some small sniffles.

"Much like our tears, it can't be raining all the time. Otherwise we wouldn't be able to see the sun!" He smiled brightly as the pile continued to sniff harshly. Eventually, a very red face with pink, tear stained eyes managed to poke her face out from under the blankets.

"Wow, are you corny." Minase said through a mixture of tearful snorts and half-efforted chuckles.

"Got our resident Sun to poke her pretty little head out, didn't it?" Kafka joked back as he gently tugged the edge of the blanket off from around her hair.

She giggled a little in return as she leaned in harder into Kafka's embrace. Seeing Minase in a more relaxed state that what she was in earlier, Hakua took the opportunity to seat herself behind Minase and lean her weight against her back as a show of support. They all took a few minutes of the calm for themselves, just letting their friend take deep soothing breaths and let the last of her tears drain from her eyes. Reno came in after Minase had gotten her heart under control and gladly took the offered water bottle. He had decided to sit on the floor in between Kafka's legs and Minase's.

"Want us to grab anything for you? I think they're selling strawberry ice cream fish cakes in the canteen." Hakua offered as a helpful gesture. Minase's tears almost triggered again as she thought about the offer.

"Sound's great." She said bitterly, "But I think I would rather have my dogs right now."

"Oh, you have dogs?" Reno asked innocently. He started to cringe and think he said something wrong once Minase started to cry again.

"Not for much longer apparently!" She wailed, "I think my horrible step-father is threatening to kill my dogs!" She tried to wipe her tears with the edge of the soiled blanket, but it wasn't very effective.

"Now why would someone do something like that?" Kafka asked, astonished at the thought.

"I don't know! I think he's just always had it out for me since he came into the family!" Minase's tears had slowed, but her sorrowful screams hadn't, "I had them stay with Aunti Mei before I left for the defense force, but apparently her new landlord is evicting the pets at her place, so she had to drop them off back at mom's, but Chase hates me; he's always hated me! And now he's taking it out on my bubbies!"

"Oh, baby…" Hakua said softly as she tried to give Minase a hug from behind.

"I just got off the phone with him, I don't even know how he got my number, but it's just… something he said, or how he said it… I don't know, I just feel like my babies aren't safe anymore!" She began to cry again as Kafka held her even harder, "I can't bring them here! I don't have any other relatives nearby to send them too! I refuse to send them to a shelter! I don't know what to do!"

As she continued to cry again, Reno could see Kafka's expression growing darker and darker. He had tucked Minase's head into his chest as he listened to her woes. Reno started to wonder if maybe it was so she couldn't see the quiet anger building up behind his eyes. Suddenly, like someone had flipped a switch in his head, Kafka donned as soft smile, one that barely managed to hide the softly rolling fury behind his expression. He brought a hand up to gently pat the top of her head. With a clearly sincere tone, Kafka spoke some more sweet words until she stopped crying again. When he could hear the hiccuping had slowed, he pulled her head back and made sure to look her in the eyes.

"Minase, I'm going to tell you this right now. You aren't going to worry your strong heart any longer, ya got me? Nothing is going to hurt your fluffy little friends, okay?" Minase just looked at him with a lot of burning questions in her eyes, but found that she didn't have the strength to say them.

"I wan't to hear you say 'Okay' too." Kafka gently placed both of his hands on either side of her face as he asked, "Please?"

"Oh-okay." she said meekly.

"Atta-girl." He responded as he gave her one last strong hug.

Kafka then looked at Hakua and gave her an expression that seemed to communicate a lot of things, most of which Reno just translated as 'Keep an eye on her'. He then got up loudly from the bed and stretched, groaning all the way. He walked over to his personal locker at the other side of the room and could be heard rummaging through it. Reno couldn't see what he was grabbing from his spot on the floor, but could definitely hear when he stopped going through his and suddenly started going through what he thought to be Aoi's.

"Sir, can I ask what you are doing?" Reno called out as he got up from the floor to investigate the weird behavior.

"Hm? Oh, just- uhh, changing into civilian clothes. I just remembered I had some business outside of base that I should probably take care of." Kafka said as he donned a large black jacket, thin gloves, a neck gaiter, and grabbed his over-sized black towel. The item he had seemed to grab from Aoi's locker was his spare set of combat boots.

"Okay… If it's just errands, then why do you need Aoi's boots? Aren't they bigger than your feet?" Reno continued to question as he followed Kafka out of the barracks and over to what appeared to be a supply closet.

"Oh, the boots? I-uh, noticed mine were pinching my feet, so I thought I'd take Aoi's for a spin." Kafka offered as an excuse, but Reno could tell what a poor excuse it was. It didn't distract him enough from questioning why Kafka was holding the door's handle a weird way and suddenly slamming his shoulder into it.

"Isn't that door locked?" Reno kept interrogating an uninterested Kafka. He didn't stop him once he somehow managed to bash the door open and walked inside like he owned everything.

"Only if you don't know how shittly made some of the doors are here on base." Kafka said nonchalantly as he scanned the shelves within. He found and grabbed a flat head screwdriver, a hammer, and a can of WD-40 and put them inside the towel before twisting the whole thing together and tying it in such a way as to not have the contents spill out.

"Hey, could you do me another favor? I know, I'm asking a lot today, but just this once? I'll even pay you back for the water bottle later, but first, could you help Hakua keep an eye on Minase while I'm gone?" Kafka asked as he left the supply closet and slung the impromptu bag over his shoulder.

"Wait, you're leaving now?" Reno asked as he followed him to the end of the hallway.

"Yeah, bud! I just said I had errands to do, didn't I? Don't worry, I'll be sure to tell Vice Cap where I'm going." Kafka said with an encouraging wink as he rounded the corner and quickly jogged out of sight.

Reno wasn't sure what was going on with his friend, but he was fairly certain it wasn't good. It certainly didn't make him feel better about knowing that Kafka was about to do it without him.

✼　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　✼

It was about three am that night when Minase got woken up by another phone call. She shook the sleepy fog from her head as her pink flip-phone rang out it's cheery little chip tune. She grabbed her phone quickly and walked as fast as she could bring herself to in her groggy state out the barrack door. She walked a good distance away before sliding the device open and taking the call.

"Sweetie?" A familiar voice called out, not bothering to hide the distress it carried.

"Mom? Are you okay? What's going on?" Minase answered in a gravely tone, trying to get accustomed to understanding others on a lack of sleep.

"Listen Sweetie, I get you were upset at your father about what he said about the dogs-"

"He's not my dad." Minase interrupted in a quiet voice, knowing that her mother was just going to ignore the comment anyway,

"- But I don't think it warranted hiring a hit-man to get them!" Her mother whispered harshly. In the background, she could hear the sound of sirens and her step-father shouting at someone.

"Wait, what?" Minase asked as she rubbed her face.

"I understand you're attached to your little goobers, but Chase wasn't actually going to hurt them! He loves them too, he just has a hard time showing it and-"

"Mom, stop, back up. What was that about a hit-man?" Minase thought she had heard her mother wrong when she said something about a hit-man.

"A strange man broke into our house tonight and stole your dogs!" Her mom said as her quiet tone got increasingly shrill.

"Maybe start with that?!" Minase almost felt like she was shouting once she heard about the break-in.

"What, that someone stole the dogs? I thought I did?" her mom questioned.

"No-god, the break in! Someone broke in?" Minase's mind started to fray again. First with her step-father threatening her dogs and now this!

"Yes, I thought that was implied with the dog-napping?" her mother could be scatter-brained some days, but tonight was taking the cake. Minase was growling as she tried to think of her next question, but stopped once she heard her mother scuffling with someone on the other end of the line.

"god damn it woman just hand it here- YOU." A clearly irritated voice broke into the private conversation with an enraged bellow, "Listen here you dumb bitch, I get that being a Defense force officer might make you feel like such a big girl now, but getting one of your suped-up, mutant Kaiju super-freaks to come down here and take away your stupid mutts is a clear overstepping of where you stand in life! How many dicks did you have to suck off for that, Huh? Did you have to get on your hands and knees, bat your dull little eyes at the first dumb schmuck that would listen to you? It really speaks to the quality of your fellow members that if you were that desperate for your yippy rats, you somehow managed to find some deprived knuckle-dragger willing to dedicate some serious grey matter to this idiotic plan of yours and-"

"Shut up, just shut UP!" Minase yelled into her phone, "I didn't ask anyone to get my dogs back! No one even knows where you live because I actively try to forget you exist! We don't even have any mutant Kaiju hit-men for me to even bother sending out to your dilapidated rust bucket shed you call a house!"

"Oh yeah? Tell that to my right fist I just sent through someone's eye socket! Not to mention the fact the fridge has a dent in it now from where that stupid asshat sent me flying into it! Ya wanna come down and take a look at it and continue to be the stupid little bitch that you are, huh? Denying that you got someone from your freak division to come down here and fuck up my shit? You know your paying for the damages, right? I'll be expecting money for a new fridge, a nice one, from your paycheck and it better be before the sun rises on your precious bitch lackey's funereal!-" At that point, Minase just clicked the flip phone shut.

The creaking of its case echoed slightly into the empty hallway as her fist tightened around it in restrained rage. Her arm shook with the force of her quiet wrath before launching her phone into the nearest wall with the full force of everything she wanted to hold back. She watched as it bounced off the wall and bench under it before coming to a stop a few feet from her. The phone looked like it remained intact, with was more than what one could say about her emotions right now. Minase tried not to fall directly onto her knees and instead stumbled quickly over to a nearby vending machine, its light acting as a pleasant beacon in her mind. She tried to stop herself from falling onto it, but her knees gave out at the worse time and caused the machine to rattle a little from the force of her landing. Tears had been welling up for a while, but now fell freely from her tired eyes. She felt her legs lose their strength as she slipped quietly onto the floor, covering up her sobs as best she could.

"Minase? Is… that you?" A tired voice cracked the night's stillness, causing her to turn and face the newcomer.

"Sorry. Did I wake you?" Minase whispered as she gathered herself up just enough to ask Iharu, who was standing in the hallway with just a pair of sleep shorts.

"No… Well, kinda. But that's not important." Iharu rubbed the sleep from his face as he came over to the vending machine and helped Minase onto her feet just enough to help shuffle her over to the bench next to it.

He turned around and went back to the barracks and returned shortly with cash, and paid for a can of hot corn soup from the machine. He chugged some of it and hissed from the heat before sitting down next to her on the bench.

"Here, it's cold out here. You should get something warm in ya." He said as he offered the half eaten can.

She took the offered can with reserved appreciation and took a small sip for herself. A part of her didn't want the company, but considering it could have been anyone else that found her, she was at least glad that it was Iharu. When growing up with a family life that was less than ideal, it tends to make one yearn for anything stable in their life. Minase initially left because she wanted just that, and joining the Defense Force gave her the perfect opportunity. While continuing her training, she came to hear all about how the Defense Force was a great place to not only meet great people, but a place to form deep bonds with them. Something she wanted to experience with all her heart.

It wasn't hard to make friends here with everyone being fairly like minded people. It had only been about a month and she already felt like she was a sister to everyone here. She couldn't even begin to explain just how quickly she became attached to everyone, including the witty old guy in their battalion. Minase knew it was way too early to admit this, but she really did like to think of Kafka as the dad she wished she had. And if Kafka was her dad, then Iharu felt like the brother she always wanted. Most girls here probably would have had their hearts racing at the thought of having an indirect kiss with the resident hot-shot, but to her it just felt like something a caring brother would have done.

"So can I ask what happened, or do you want to sit in silence together until you feel like letting me walk you back to bed?" Iharu asked with a yawn, slouching over until his elbows hit his knees.

Minase bitterly chuckled, "I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep for a while, let alone tonight."

"What, did the fucked-up old man say something stupid and insane like usual?" Iharu tried to be helpful as he tried to cut her step-father down.

"No." Minase tried to playfully counter before contradicting herself, "Well, yes, and it's actually kinda serious, but it wasn't what he said about me."

She took a deep breath before she spoke, "Someone broke into my parent's place tonight."

"Anyone hurt?" Iharu reflexively fired back.

"No one that didn't deserve it. Chase got thrown into the fridge after he slugged the guy, but the biggest problem is that the guy that broke in stole my dogs." Minase answered before she took another sip of the hot canned soup.

"Fuuuuck." Iharu sleepily droned out, "Ain't that a swift kick in the nuts."

"You know what hurts the most?" Minase hinted at, "Is that I feel a little relieved that it happened." She tried to hold back another wave of sobs which caused her lungs to hiccup and her frame to shake again.

"Nooo, Minase! You don't mean that, come on." Iharu drawled as he scooted closer and wrapped an arm around her. She tucked her head into his chest as a hand came up to hold back her tears.

"They have a chance to go to a nicer family this way, right? They practically look like pure-breeds so some fancy, upper-crust family would have to pay out the nose to give them a happy life." Minase continued to quietly sob as she did her best to hug Iharu back for personal support.

"Look, it's been reported to the police, right? Maybe in the morning we can head to your parents' place and we can ask your mother for details. Or maybe we just spend a day or two posting flyers, I don't know. Either way, we can all pitch in to get your dogs back." Iharu tried to comfort her as he rubbed soothing circles into her shaking back.

"There's no point if I have no where to keep them!" Minase did her best to muffle her pitiful wails behind her already occupied hands.

Off in the distance down the hallway, they heard a strange noise, loud enough to be heard over their emotional conversation. Iharu spared a glance down the darkened hallway in what he hoped was the direction the noise was from. Since Minase didn't seem to hear it the first time, he ignored his instincts and went back to comforting her. However, he couldn't bring himself to ignore his gut feelings any longer once he heard what sounded like chairs crashing and a muffled curse.

"What was that?" Iharu muttered suspiciously as he shifted on the bench.

"Yeah, I heard it too." Minase confirmed as she wiped away the last of her tears.

The two of them looked at each other before deciding to get up and follow the noise. They traveled down the almost pitch black hallway with Minase peering into the dark panes of glass that lined the corridor with the light from her phone. Iharu quickly found a janitor's closet in the dark and began to brutally shoulder the door open. He reached inside and grabbed a wide broom and met back up with Minase.

"What's that for?" she asked.

"Intruders?" Iharu answered with an unsure shrug.

"Why would anyone want to break into a Defense Force Base?" Minase countered.

"I'm sorry, do you think we get paid enough to ask that kind of question right now?" Iharu retaliated as he brandished the makeshift weapon.

They didn't have to continue very far before they noticed something strange in one of the offices on that floor. Looking through the inner window, they both noticed that one office was a lot brighter than the others, mainly due to the fact that one of the outer windows was open and the blinds covering it were drawn up. The full moon outside gave out enough light to let the duo see what was a clear outline of a large, hunched figure currently ducked behind a desk. They quietly rushed to the office door, and once finding it unlocked, let themselves inside. With her phone off, they stealthily rounded the desks behind the lumbering figure.

Iharu couldn't tell what the person was saying, but could tell that they were struggling with something wriggling in their jacket. As he lifted the full weight of the broom to come down on the intruder's head, he accidentally knocked the head of it against the lip of a desk next to him. As he let out a clipped curse, the stranger in front of them quickly turned around and scrambled backwards across the floor screaming. Startled by his screaming, both Iharu and Minase began to scream as well. Once everyone started screaming, did two little yapping fluff balls make their presence known.

"Wait, dogs?" Iharu called out first once he heard the unusual disturbance.

"Shit, Iharu?" The barely masked stranger guessed after he calmed down.

"Kafka?" Minase and Iharu both answered once they heard the intruder's voice.

"Well, so much for anonymity." Kafka groaned sarcastically as he pulled down his face mask.

Minase turned and bolted for the light switches back next to the door to the office and turned the lights on. Coming back she saw two familiar looking lumps of hyperactive fur rapidly shaking in the confines of the large black jacket Kafka was still wearing.

"Ronny! Tototo!" She cried as she scrambled for her twin Pomeranian pups.

Kafka unzipped his jacket and very carefully pulled them out so he could hand them over to a very teary eyes Minase. Iharu let the broom drop to the floor as he watched with astonishment while Minase fell to her knees and lavished her once forsaken pets. She held them close as she lovingly pelted them with loud kisses before fully falling to the floor and laid on her side, letting them lick her back with equal voracity. More tears came to spill out, not of sadness for once, but out of happiness and was now mixing into a layer of joyous dog slobber being lathered on her face. Her enthusiastic giggles could not be contained and instead echoed slightly in the mostly empty office. As the scene unfolded before them, Iharu slowly moved closer to Kafka and helped the quietly elated man off the floor.

"Jeezus, man! What the hell happened to your eye?" Iharu asked once Kafka had dusted himself off.

"Hmm! Oh, this?" Kafka answered as he pointed to the fresh shiner blooming over his right eye, "Got distracted and walked right into a light pole! Can ya believe it!" He tacked on a great big smile to hopefully sell the lie.

"Uh huh." Iharu grunted, already suspicious, "Was the distraction caused by the dogs or from recovering getting knocked in the head first?"

"Don't know what you're talking about." Kafka muttered as he innocently shrugged.

"Really?" Iharu incredulously countered, "You seriously expect us to believe that you didn't just break into Minase's Dad's house, knock his front door in, and make away with the dogs in question."

"Yes, because what the story actually is-" Kafka began with a mischievous glint in his good eye, "That I graciously intervened in what was clearly a home invasion gone wrong, rescued the dogs off the street after failing to apprehend the suspect that just so happened to be a similar build and height to me, and have so humbly decided that I could bring these poor, distraught, and fluffy victims to a safe location before notifying their proper owner. Who, come to find out, I just so happen to work with." Kafka finished smugly, "There's already a police report and everything."

Iharu rubbed his hands over his tired face for a moment and groaned loudly, "Oh, this is bad. Oh, you are going to get so caught." Those same hands came up to pull back on his hair, "How did you even know which house to hit? Minase never says anything about her family. E-e-even then, what's your excuse for being out so late? You have to know that Vice-Cap is going to kill you for being out this long."

"I don't know if you know this, but there aren't a whole lot of guys living in Western Japan with the legal name Chase, let alone living with a woman whose last name is Akari." Kafka informed as he patted Iharu's back, "And look, just leave the rest of the scary shit up to me. This may come as a shock, but this isn't the first time I've had to duck an assault charge as well as B+E." Upon hearing this, Iharu slowly turned and looked up at the fellow brother-in-arms, now a complete stranger to him once again.

"Please tell me this is just another Germany thing?" He asked, wanting it to coax out some reassurance that Kafka wasn't as crazy as he was being led to believe.

Kafka just let out a breathy chuckle, "I'll tell you about it some other time." He left cryptically open-ended.

Iharu watched as Kafka walked off and joined Minase on the floor, pulling out strips of cold, precooked bacon from the pocket of his jeans and teased the Pomeranian brothers with it. Iharu, still being too tired to continue to question any of this, just shook his head gave up, preceding to join the other two people on the floor and introduced himself to the new ferociously furry company.

"i really appreciate you doing this for me Kafka!" Minase cheered as she held her pups close to her chest, "But it doesn't change the fact that they can't stay here. I'm sure the higher-ups wouldn't let us."

"You let me worry about that too." Kafka countered as he tore up the last strip of bacon he owned, "Who knows, maybe Bakko could do with a pair of friends."

"Or a set of snacks." Iharu mumbled as he reached out a hand for one of the Pomeranians to sniff at.

"Don't even joke like that." Minase growled as she harshly pulled her dogs out for Iharu's reach.

[kashilascorner]

Oh ok. I get now why a lot of people didn't vibe with the ending.

All and all: excellent manga, overall very good final act, too rushed final 2-3 chapters but weak and honestly mediocre epilogue, which makes the high of the ending kind of leave a bitter taste. I think Noda had a good steed and suddenly he had to finish and had to rush all. So the ending in the sense of the final arc was good but the ending proper (final couple chapters) + epilogue......... Not so much

[seekingthestars]

she's beauty she's grace she's Miss Eevee Cosplay 3.0

[al-luviec]

Here is lady pics from when I was MIA