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fizzingwizard · 3 years

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Episode 34 arrives and it’s a MUCH NEEDED breath of first air. I mean, this episode could have actually BEEN a 99 Adventure episode. I guess at least one person on the production team has actually seen the old show at least once!

In my opinion, it doesn’t quite equal the cuteness, silliness, and personality of similar 99 episodes, but it comes very close, and it’s certainly the best we’ve had in a long long while.

And it’s all because of these two.

More below!

The episode bizarrely begins with Tailmon barking to communicate with Komondomon. Which raises the question, if no one could talk with Komondomon before because he can only bark, how were they communicating? Did Lopmon just tell Komondomon everything he needed to know and tell the kids “just follow his lead” or something??

Also Tailmon’s opening line being her barking is pretty surreal. And yet, fitting for a cat Digimon who is a dog at Child level.

The kids are shown taking a break - the first sign that this episode is gonna be A Bit Different.

Taichi: Something feels weird. Why aren’t we fighting?

Sora: Taichi, don’t you think you should rest once in a while?

Taichi: I mean, I do, I just got the impression the rest of the world didn’t agree...

Sora: By the way, why do we like this world that constantly tries to kill us and never gives us any pleasant memories so much? Why don’t we just take our partners to the human world and leave this place to its fate?

Taichi: How else am I gonna get an outlet for my pent up aggression and adrenaline junkie issues?

Sora: That’s your backstory?

Taichi: I’m a complicated man.

Komondomon then randomly jumps... into the sea. “Oh no, they’ll drown!” No, they won’t, because Komondomon has the ability to build a dome over his back trapping oxygen inside. Submarimon I get, but Komondomon?

As they dive, Tailmon explains what we learned last week about Millenniumon trying to resurrect himself with a new body. Apparently a very large fragment of him is located undersea in a place called Farga (transliteration TBA). She thinks resentfully about how she was almost absorbed into Millenniumon’s most recent resurrection effort.

Hikari tackles her with a comforting hug, which Tailmon seems a bit discomfited by. But does not object.

Tailmon considers defeating Millenniumon for good to be her personal mission as a Holy Digimon. Patamon sees her determination and does his best to put on his game face too. It’s like being glared at by a sock puppet.

Tailmon: I can’t allow Hikari to be put in danger. It’s my job as the Holy Digimon -

Tailmon: - gosh darnit and she’s just so cute too!

They wind up getting hit by a rip current or something?? and thrown into another weird submarine sort of thing. They discourteously break a hole in it and wind up inside a self-sustaining underwater kingdom, apparently, which instantly goes on Red Alert as Manbomon come to attack them.

This is Daipenmon, or Big Penguin Monster. I love him. He is glorious. Gaze upon his expression of perpetually stoned haze.

Daipenmon: You try steering this thing every day in and out nonstop without turning to hard drugs.

She attac!

While fighting, some Mantaraymon break in through the hole they made and the Manbomon go to drive them off as apparently they are not welcome. Then MarineAngemon appears in all her creepy glory and they sort everything out.

MarineAngemon: Oh, Tailmon, I see you’re a Holy Digimon! I can tell by your Holy Ring. I have one too.

Takeru: Patamon, why don’t you have a Holy Ring?

Patamon: .... -.-’

Look! See! So cute! They are floating on bubbles! All the kids get their own and each has an individual design that shows their personality. Here Tailmon tries desperately to keep Hikari from falling off. I missed this kind of thing! Flashbacks to Monzaemon’s Toytown...

Turns out MarineAngemon is extremely small and the scene before was all “don’t pay attention to that man behind the curtain” type scare tactics. Not very effective since no matter how big MarineAngemon gets, she’s still extremely adorable. She invites them to stay the night. I really expected it to be a trap, but it wasn’t.

OH MY GOD IS THAT FOOD ARE THEY EATING ACTUAL FOOD OMG OMG

quick someone alert the producers! Someone’s having FUN with this show! I was starting to think that was illegal or something!

It’s not AS fun as when they went to Devimon’s illusory castle in 99 Adventure and stuffed their faces after starving and living on potentially poisonous eggs for a week... but I’ll take it.

Meanwhile an undersea band plays music and Taichi ACTS LIKE THE FIFTH GRADE CHILD THAT HE IS. For about 0.5 seconds but HEY he did something child-like! holy cheez wiz batman!

Hikari is mysteriously absent so Tailmon goes to find her. Turns out she’s asked MarineAngemon to heal Komondomon who is tired and wounded from their journey. Tailmon’s like, “Aw, what a nice person she is.” I’m all for exceptionally kind-hearted Hikari, but taking care of Komondomon should have been priority 1 for EVERYONE. At least Sora should have thought of it. I can see Taichi being too forward-focused, and Takeru a dumb eight year old, but Sora would definitely have thought about Komondomon.

Clearly the show wanted to establish how nice Hikari is, but I hate when shows inadvertently make all the other characters look like asses just to trump up the current star...

Taichi’s digivice glows and...

... MINI KOUSHIROU RETURNS!!! Hurray!

Um, what’s that Sora’s drinking? A mimosa? o.O

Well anyway, Koushirou just shows up to remind everyone of the situation with the satellites and that things are getting worse.

Taichi: Do you have any idea what we can do about it?

Koushirou: No, but I’ll keep you posted.

Taichi: Thanks for nothing braindead

Koushirou: That’s it! You’re not the man I knew in episode 3 anymore! I want a divorce!

Taichi: Fine with me it’s not like you’re ever home anyway!

Koushirou: Well at least I’m not cheating with YAMATO!

Taichi: I HAVE NEEDS!

*cough*

Uh, I know Taichi is shorter than Sora, but he looks... pretty tiny here... lol. Or maybe Sora’s just had a growth spurt again.

They spend the night sleeping in bubbles. Aw.

By the way, question: the kids seem able to walk and breath normally in MarineAngemon’s kingdom... but the fish-type Digimon can also swim around normally. And it seems the kids wouldn’t be able to survive in the ocean itself, but they and the fish can both survive here? And yet bubbles? What... what kind of scientific anomaly is this place??

So... MarineAngemon’s kingdom appears to be a Whamon’s corpse! X’D Wow that’s dark.

They are attacked by Anomalocarimon! For reasons. Actually, they did explain earlier that the ocean Digimon have been more aggressive lately and it seems to be the influence of Millenniumon’s stone in Farga or whatever.

Daipenmon: This sucks I don’t have health insurance

Tailmon frantically tries to fight off the intruders while also keeping Hikari out of danger. This entire episode is about Tailmon wanting to protect Hikari and keep her at arm’s length so she doesn’t end up in danger, while Hikari just keeps trying to stay close to Tailmon and support her.

Tailmon: I can’t take you with me, Hikari. It’s too dangerous.

Hikari: Fine. Big brother, will you bring me into the heat of the action with you?

Taichi: Sure thing.

Tailmon: ...

In his defense, Taichi does seem a bit freaked when Hikari TAKES A FLYING LEAP off MetalGreymon toward Tailmon.

(no I really love that Taichi immediately understands why Hikari wants to fight and takes her right to her partner without even a token “nuu but you’re still a baby.” I mean, if Yamato’s cool with Takeru being in danger all the time, Taichi shouldn’t be much worried about it...

Hikari has a flashback! Turns out she’s heard Tailmon calling for her since she as a little kid!

She caught one of Angewomon’s feathers back then too.

Hikari promises Tailmon that she’ll be by her side. Awww.

Hands again.

Crest of Light! I kind of expect that we’ll find out about the Crests and what they mean really fast at the end of the season... although I’m still kind of hoping Mimi is mining Crest crystals atm.

Hikari is able to magically produce a Digivice... I’d completely forgot she didn’t have one till now.

Here I expected Tailmon would evolve, but instead, the power of Light appears to give everyone a power boost like it’s done in the past. They all glow with their Crest colors, kids and partners alike (except for some reason Tailmon glows yellow???) and launch a joint attack on Anomalocarimon and defeat him. Yay.

Then they say goodbye to MarineAngemon and go on their way, I guess to Farga.

So... yeah! it was a nice episode. It had a theme. There was fighting, but it didn’t overwhelm everything else. There was character development. I really can’t complain about it. And it was SHOCKING that Taichi had so few lines (compared to what’s become the norm - a GOOD shock but still I was like “omg what’s going on!!”)

I am just confused because why is this sort of episode happening when we haven’t seen it in ages? What happened in that interim between when they all met up after the first team split up and just now that prevented the show writers from having fun with the show and just writing nonstop fighting all the time? I’m so confused. It makes no sense. Still suspecting that they couldn’t get anyone to come in and voice characters for long enough so they just focused on Sanpei Yuuko/Taichi, but without the others they couldn’t figure out how to push the show forward and make it fun too... Idk. It’s so weird. But oh well. We got a good episode, and maybe it’s a sign of changes to come. I hope so.

Next week...

We get attacked by a scary looking Digimon and Hikari... Idk, thinks she can block the attack somehow? haha. Aw but look how awesome she is protecting her brother and Greymon!

Hikari gets touched by the dark powers! Oh noes!

And more cuteness.

The episode title name-drops Angewomon, which surprises me because I figured they’d hold off on her and give Tailmon Nefertimon for an evolution first. But *shrug* whatever! Looking forward to it.

#digimon adventure reboot #digimon adventure:#digimon adventure 2020 #fizz watches digimon 2020 #digimon #digi spoilers

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serpentprinceravenhairedprincess · 4 years

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Oh gosh, thank you so much for answering my question about why do youa ship Jeronica. I can clearly see the potential. They have a lot more in common than i thought. Your thread was marvelous! Could you please write more about their paralels and as to why they are better for each other then for Betty and Archie? ❤

You are so kind ❤ ❤ Every time I open my askbox I’m afraid to find some backlash hate, but you put a smile on my face :D

Going on with this thread, which I would call “Reasons why Jeronica is just the best dang thing”:

7) They are (more) aesthetically pleasing. This is really subjective and also kinda unfair, I can for sure give you that, but just putting them close to each other makes a strong impression on screen. Their matching colors and outfits, as well as their body types give a nice harmony to the picture. The visual response is something that can’t really be controlled, since it’s encoded really deeply in the human mind - specifically in the heteronormative sexuality. Tall boy & small girl always works as a pairing because it’s what our eyes perceive as typically masculine and typically feminine. On top of that, the fact that except for height, there is not much of a difference between their body types and their colors, makes for a beautiful visual harmony. Which is the same reason why Barchie, also, looks better. I know: it sounds really crude, but I don’t make the rules. In my course of study I had the chance to study this kind of things with close attention, and I can assert that some visual instincts cannot really be controlled since they are so deeply rooted: the studios know this kind of stuff, and they usually exploit it for the pictures they produce.

8) Outsiders. Veronica and Jughead have always been the ones looking from the outside. She is the new girl, while he is the guy from the wrong side of the tracks. Most of Jughead’s life was spent looking at this all american, dreamy like characters that are Betty and Archie. He is aware of the fact that he doesn’t belong to that pastel colored world of suburban terraced houses. His existance feels almost parasitical, from his voyeuristic point of view, given by the role of narrator that he takes upon himself. At the same time, Veronica doesn’t belong either. She comes from the big city and also from a mob family. That idealized lifestyle it’s just not fit for her. And I really like the fact that, even if Jug and V come from such a different background, they are both children of a world that is more real, more crude. They have this qualities of fighters and survivors that create another psychological affinity between them.

9) Elective Affinities. Now, this might take long, but stay with me. “Elective Affinities” is a beautiful novel by the famous german writer Goethe. I call it into consideration simply because I think that the core 4 and their spot in Riverdale somehow mirrors this tale. The plot of the book is simple: we have a couple and two guests. We have a marriage between two people who are not well mixed together. So the coming in action of the two guests breaks their relationship and creates different pairs. The philosophy of the story goes back to Empedocles, who said: "people who love each other mix like water and wine; people who hate each other segregate like water and oil.". Taking a step forward, we get to the chemical concept of elective affinity. In chemistry, this means that the bond between two elements can be broken by the intrusion of a third. In this way, one of the two jointed element “chooses” to step away from the former link and form another one with the new comer, simply because of a better affinity. I won’t get too deep into the book because it would need so much time and a lot of unnecessary work that doesn’t resonate with Riverdale. However, the concept is simple: opposites might attract, but there’s always a line. There has to be a connection between people, in order for them to function as couples. We talk about temper, about goals, about background, values and lifestyles. The characters that Archie and Betty embody clash in a harsh and jarring way with the ones embodied by Jughead and Veronica. While for Barchie and Jeronica we can talk about sides of the same coin, for B*ghead and V*rchie we are putting together cash and coins. Yeah, I guess they are still money, but that’s where the resemblance stops.

10) What works in real life doesn’t necessarily work on the screen (and viceversa). I can’t stress this enough. Yeah, we could see B*ghead and V*rchie as healthy couples (kinda, maybe - I have my reservations about it, but ok)..that doesn’t mean that they are interesting to watch. I don’t know, watching Riverdale is starting to feel like watching a tv show about my best friend and her boyfriend: yeah, they are cute, they work perfectly together, but do I want to watch them on tv? No sir, it would be boring as hell. Peeling away the murders, the investigations and the weird Riverdale mysteries, we all know a B*ghead kind of couple in our lives. Do we know a Jeronica? No. Do we know a Romeo and a Juliet? Also no. But hey, if they are an iconic couple for centuries, maybe there’s a reason to why it is so. Movies, tv shows and books have this escapist quality, this possibility of making everything seem real even if we talk about something that would never be possible in real life. Let’s face it: we would all avoid hanging out with an angsty couple, but somehow we love to see that on tv. It’s just more passionate, more intriguing. I don’t know, everytime I see B*ghead I see me and my boyfriend eating pizza in our sweatpants on the sofa. That’s love, but it would make for a really bad tv show. We should start facing the fact that tv and cinema are not made to necessarily teach us something: we shouldn’t seek life lessons in a teen drama, or even a realistic portrait of life. It’s made for entertainment, that’s it, and entertainment means also creating drama and mixing up couples just for the hell of it.

11) This will be quick, but Jeronica has in them the potential of every classic best selling couple. I’m talking about Elizabeth and Mr Darcy in “Pride and Prejudice”, about Romeo and Juliet, Han and Leia in “Star Wars”, Jack and Rose in “Titanic”. There’s a tention in this narratives, that always works. Why? Because there’s some kind of conflict going on between two people who have a similar mindset. We are encoded to like this kind of stories and every writer knows it, that’s why they keep selling and moving people even tho they’ve seen it a hundred times. And that’s why I’m mad at Riverdale’s writers: because they know (and it shows), but they keep safe betting on an off screen couple, sacrificing the narrative purpose of their work.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk and I’m sorry for any language mistake that I might have done. Unfortunately, I’m not an English native speaker lol

#jeronica #vughead #jughead x veronica #veronica x jughead

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mintymiknow · 5 years

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Beautiful Collision [Minho/Lee Know]

Summary: [Hip-HopDancer!Minho & BalletDancer!Reader] “I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.” - Lang Leav, A Beautiful Collision [WC: approx. 5.9k words]

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

A/N: I’m bad at describing dances. So, if you want to visualize or really imagine what dance or choreo I’m talking about, I’ve put several “[A/N]” with a link to a video throughout the story so that would show you what I’m talking about!

GIF credit here!

JYP Studio was known for being an excellent all-around performing arts academy; music, dance, acting – you name it. All fields of performing arts was offered in JYP Studio. No matter what field or genre, the studio readily taught these. Beginners, experts, and those in-between were welcome to learn and hone their skills in this academy.

“There’s got to be some sort of mistake.” one female says.

Another one counters her statement, “Yeah, definitely. We were here first.”

The first female scoffs, “The ballet group reserved this dance room ahead of you hip-hoppies.”

The second one laughs, “As if. The hip hop team was first.”

You watched as two dance groups – your ballet group and the hip hop group – argued back and forth on who reserved the dance room first. You internally rolled your eyes. Both groups never got along, to be honest. Why? You never really knew, but there was always tension between the two. Why couldn’t the groups be like the Zumba or aerobics group? They were the friendliest bunch.

When will they ever stop? You were tired of this.

You were about to open your mouth to say something, when the ballet and hip-hop instructors came into the room. Everyone went quiet, eyes on the two instructors. “Alright, enough fighting guys.” the ballet instructor, Ms. Kim, says firmly, “There’s no mistake as to why both groups are here at the same time.”

“What?” a chorus of murmurs and confusion erupted in the room.

“You all are aware that the annual competition is just around the corner, right?” the hip-hop instructor, Mr. Lim, asks.

Everyone nods. Of course. Every year, a national competition was held, and various academies competed against each other for the winning title. JYP Studio was recognized as being champion for several consecutive years – champion for the dance category, music category, and even the acting and theater category. Mr. Lim continues to explain, “To switch things up this year, all instructors and coaches decided to have a combined performance. Instead of the usual solo performances of the respective groups, we are going to merge.”

You had a very bad feeling about this.

Ms. Kim smiles, “We’re going to be daring and go with an ‘opposites’ kind of vibe. Therefore, the ballet group will have a joint-performance with the hip-hop group.”

“Seriously?”

“Ah, what the heck?”

“We’re dancing with those losers?”

“The only losers here are you guys.”

Mr. Lim laughs, “I know you guys don’t see it, but it’s going to be great. The music group is going to merge their classical musicians with the rock band, you know? Both groups are excited. Wonpil and Dowoon won’t stop writing down their ideas, in fact.”

You didn’t really have a problem with performing with the hip-hop group. You liked to remain professional, and being able to adapt and adjust to situations like this would be the best move. As long as you minded your own business and did your part, you’d be fine. You believed that the ballet group was a really amazing group, but admittedly, the hip-hop dancers of the academy were just as talented. How bad can it be?

“Of course, just like every year, we will have leaders who will lead the dance troupe,” Ms. Kim adds, “Since we’re merging two groups, we’ll have two leaders.”

Mr. Lim nods, “Minho and y/n, we chose you two as this year’s leaders.”

The room fell silent as you turned your gaze to the male on the opposite side of the room. Minho hadn’t said a word since both your groups entered the room, even when everyone started arguing. You look at him with disbelief, and you could tell from his expression that he felt the exact same way.

Lee Minho. Talented? Definitely. Hip-hop group’s ace? Absolutely. Stunning dancer? Heck yes. Handsome, hot, and charismatic? You have no idea how crazy he drives other girls. Most of all…tension between you two? Higher than everyone else.

No joke. The tension between the ballerinas and hop-hop dancers was definitely there, but the tension between you and Minho was pretty much stronger. No, you guys weren’t the whole “one night stand but there’s certainly something going on between us” kind of thing. You guys have never even gotten physical with each other, so what made it so tense?

Last year, you and Minho became close, and a friendship started between you two. It was unexpected, given the whole rivalry between the two groups you respectively belonged to, but somehow, you and Minho made it work. Until you caught feelings for the male, and he fell for you all the same. Perhaps both of you were immature. Inexperienced. Scared. Both you and Minho listened to the pressuring remarks your groups had to say, as well as other people’s opinions. Neither of you really knew back then, but it all fell down – you never got to tell each other how you felt, and the friendship crumbled to pieces. He started treating you like a stranger, and you thought of him as a nuisance. There was never really any closure for both sides. It all just happened in a snap, and the longer things went unresolved, the more the tension grew.

Someone’s voice snapped you back to reality, and Minho broke eye-contact with you. “Umm, does that mean they’re both doing the solo dance break?” Hyunjin, one of the hip-hop dancers, asks cautiously.

Ms. Kim nods, “That’s right.”

Hyunjin looked towards Minho, then towards you, then back to Minho. He shrugged at the younger male, and Hyunjin slowly nods.

Thankfully, a song and all the details were already discussed by the instructors. That way, your groups didn’t have to murder each other while throwing in their ideas. “This week, we’ll do the choreo for the group dance.” Mr. Lim says, “But next week, I want y/n and Minho to practice their solo…er…pair dance.”

It just got worse.

“Ok, one more time!” Ms. Kim shouts, prompting you and the other ballet dancers to run over the routine once more.

After a series of arabesque, assemble, and attitude moves, along with a few lifts, the other ballet dancers hold their poses as you flawlessly pirouette to finish the number. “Ok, a lot better.” Ms. Kim smiles, clapping her hands, “Ten minutes of individual practice, then the hip-hop group will practice.”

The hip-hop dancers start to stretch as they wait for their turn. With ten minutes of individual practice, the ballet dancers focus on perfecting their stances, turns, and moves. You are aware that Minho is in the room, already finished with his stretching. Whether his eyes are on you or the other dancers, you don’t know, but you suddenly feel conscious. Nonetheless, you concentrate on executing perfect fouettés and attitude turns, trying your best to push thoughts of Minho to the back of your head.

Minho, on the other hand, is unaware that his eyes are only on you. He watches your smooth and graceful movements, almost as if he was hypnotized by how mesmerizing you executed the turns. His stomach bursts with butterflies every time you giggle and grin at one of your friends for successfully completing a spin. His heart goes soft every time you huff out in annoyance when you don’t land properly or when your leg isn’t straight. Watching you reminded him of what he lost from back then.

“Is that what a pirouette is supposed to look like?” Minho teased, “It looks terrible!”

“Very funny, Minho.” you stretched your leg, spinning once again. You smiled as he approached you, “I bet you can’t even spin properly.”

“Watch me.” he challenged before breaking out into a rather graceful spin.

Of course, you didn’t tell him that. “Oh my gosh, you’re terrible.” you laughed.

Minho rolled his eyes playfully, “Oh yeah? I’d like to see you do this.”

He proceeded to demonstrating a few moves before prompting you to copy him. You did, and though it wasn’t the best, you were able to get some of it down. Minho held back his laughter before ruffling your perfect hair, “Cute. Nice try, Swan Lake.”

You slapped his hand away before laughing, “Leave me alone, Minho. You’re distracting me from practice.”

“Oh, am I?” Minho wiggled his eyebrows.

“Yes, now go!” you grinned, shooing him away, “Mother forced me to join another recital this weekend so this has to be perfect.”

Minho bit his lip before he took your hand in his, pulling you close, “I’ll help you then.”

He started waltzing around the practice room, staring at your eyes with the warmest gaze. You smiled, “Minho, I’m supposed to do ballet, not ballroom dancing.”

“What’s the difference?” Minho joked.

“Ugh, Lee Minho!” you laughed, “How can you possibly help me anyway, you hip-hoppy?”

“Ok, first of all, you ballet dancers have to stop calling us hip-hoppies. It sounds like a mascot.” Minho laughed along, “Secondly, I am much more graceful than you think, y/n.”

“You’re cute, but I really can’t afford another fight with my parents for making a single mistake during recitals.” you sighed tiredly, “You know how it is with them.”

Minho slowly nodded, finally letting go of you before sitting on the floor. “I’ll just watch then.”

“Ok, but you promise not to distract me?” you warned.

“Promise.” he smiled.

You chuckled before you started to practice your routine, fully immersed in what you were doing. Minho watched with so much fondness he didn’t know he had. He bit his lip to stop himself from smiling and making any comments, and instead, watched in silence. That’s all he could do anyway. Watch in silence as he fell for you more and more.

“Minho-hyung? Earth to Lee Minho!”

Minho blinks his eyes, immediately snapping out of his thoughts. Your eyes are on him, head tilted as to why he was looking at your direction. He shifts his eyes to Hyunjin who nods, “Hyung, it’s our turn to practice.”

Minho clears his throat and stands up, acting all bubbly to hide the fact that he was thinking of you, “Ok, let’s go!”

The other ballet dancers head out for a while to get a snack or something to drink, but you remain in the room, watching the other group dance. Minho was always spontaneous, happy, and would often fool around with his friends, but something that always caught your attention was his passion for dancing. Right now, you could still see that passion as he energetically went through the routine with almost zero mistakes. The victorious grin on his face told you that he was proud of what he did, high-fiving Hyunjin beside him.

Within the next few days, both groups practiced non-stop. Maybe you were hallucinating, but it would seem that some ballet dancers had befriended some of the hip-hop dancers and vice versa. There would be some instances where one would crack a joke, and the others would laugh. Even the teamwork between both groups was undeniably strong, especially during the part of the dance where both groups would be dancing together.

If only things were normal for you and Minho.

You were supposed to rehearse with Minho for your pair dance since the group dance was already perfected. You clutched your bag tightly as you ascended the stairs to the practice room. When Hyunjin ran out of the room, he flashes a grin, “Hi y/n! Minho-hyung’s already dancing.”

You nod and smile back at the male, “Thanks, Hyunjin.”

“Good luck!” he smiles, before running back down and meeting with his other friends.

When you reach the practice room, you see Minho already dancing by himself. The music for your pair dance is playing as Minho effortlessly does his parts. You stand by the door frame, eyes glued to his dancing figure.

Minho moved with so much precision and was really detailed when he danced. You admired that about him. He had a certain smoothness to his moves that made you think that he could actually pull off some ballet moves. You laughed at the thought and continued to watch your friend practice. His moves were enchanting. Precise, perfect, powerful…and maybe a little sexy. You shook your head and checked your phone for the time. “Minho, aren’t you tired yet?” you groaned.

Minho continued to dance, sweat already soaking his hair. “I never get tired, y/n.” he smirked.

“Gross.” you mumbled before standing up, “I thought you said we’re getting ice cream. Hurry up! I want ice cream.”

Minho stopped dancing and laughed, “You’re such a kid.”

“Am not.” you defended. “I’m just sick of eating salads and whatever organic stuff my parents serve. I want something sweet.”

“Why look far when I’m right here?” Minho teased you, “I am sweet. Sweeter than ice cream.”

“Yeah, but I love ice cream more.” you smirked.

In a flash, Minho had his arms around your waist and winked, “So you do love me?”

“Where in the world did you get that?” you raised an eyebrow.

“You said you loved ice cream more. You’re comparing me with ice cream. So, you love me, but it just so happens that you love me more.” Minho explained, taking the whole thing too seriously.

You laughed, “Minho, that’s not what I meant.”

His eyes were on yours, and his whole expression was serious. More serious than ever, “Ok, but I’m asking, do you love me?”

You gulped and looked down on the floor, fingers nervously playing with the fabric of his shirt, “Minho, you know we can’t.”

“Can’t what?” he questioned.

“We can’t have this.”

“What is this, y/n?”

You held back your tears as you exclaimed, “This…this thing! Whatever is going on between you and me.”

“Say it.” Minho dared, “Or I’m saying it first.”

You sighed and wriggled out of Minho’s hold, “Minho, please. You know we can’t. I can’t.”

Minho playfully pouted, but before he could say anything, your phone rang. “It’s Mother. I’m sorry, Min. I have to go.” you sadly smiled before waving him off and running out the room.

Back to present, you were still standing by the door frame when Minho’s voice snapped you out of your flashback. “Are you just going to stand there or what?”

You sheepishly smile and say, “Sorry. I came to practice.”

“Yeah, I know.” Minho nods before pausing the music. “You memorized the choreo?”

“Yes.” you nod, suddenly feeling tiny.

Minho doesn’t waste anytime and proceeds to play the music, “Let’s start.”

Truly, Minho deserved to be called the hip-hop group’s ace as his execution was flawless. The same could be said about you, the ballet group’s star performer. Though your individual dances were perfect, there was certainly difficulty when doing the choreo that involved dancing with your partner. Awkward, tense, and empty would be perfect to describe how it felt. Unsatisfied, Minho suggests, “I think we should change the part after you pirouette. After you turn, don’t pose and then go to me. I think you should go straight to me after this.”

Minho spins around nonchalantly to demonstrate his statement, and you can’t help but giggle. “What?” he questions.

You blush at being caught and wave it off, “Since when did you get good at pirouettes?”

Minho would normally glare, but for some reason, he smirks, “What are you talking about? I was always good.”

At this, you smile wider and shake your head, “Ok, ok. So after I spin, I won’t pose. You have to be ready to…” you stutter at the words, “…to hold me.”

Minho notices but decides to keep quiet about it. “Yeah, exactly. Let’s try it.”

You nod, and when that part of the song comes up, you pirouette before smoothly gliding forward. At the same time, Minho completes his moves and catches you in his arms with absolutely perfect timing. He looks down on you, raising an eyebrow, “Better?”

“Yeah, better.” you nod, avoiding his eyes and opting to look at his nose.

Minho finally breaks into a softer smile, his arms still around you. “Your dancing got even better, Swan Lake.”

You laugh at his nickname for you before smiling back, “You too, hip-hoppy.”

“Oh my gosh, y/n. Stop that.” Minho pretends to sound annoyed, but he grins right after. “I missed you.”

“Minho, we go to the same academy. We’re here literally everyday.” you laugh.

Minho shrugs, “Yeah, but you’re always with the ballet dancers and I’m with the hip-hop troupe. We practice at different times.” He looks to the side, averting eye-contact as he lets go of you, “Besides…things haven’t exactly been pleasant between you and me.”

You sigh and take a moment to think of your words. “I know. I didn’t mean for it to be like this.”

“Neither did I.” Minho whispered before breaking into a smile once again, “But I guess it’s good that they decided to merge the groups for this competition.”

You chuckle, “I’ll agree with you on that. I think our groups are starting to get along.”

“Next thing you know, we won’t be hip-hop and ballet anymore. We’re going to be contemporary.” Minho states.

“Minho,” you laugh, “Contemporary is kind of like a mix of ballet and hip-hop.”

“Exactly.” he wiggles his eyebrows, “Contemporary is the child of ballet and hip-hop.”

“You and your jokes.” you slap his arm.

Minho chuckles before messing with your hair, “Ok, we should start practicing again. You’re so distracting, you tutu-wearing swan.”

“You’re one to talk, edgy hip-hopping bunny.”

And for the first time in a while, you and Minho genuinely smiled at each other.

For the next few days, you and Minho practiced together. Sure, there were still moments of awkward silence and shy giggles, but it was better than the suffocating tension you once had. The competition was only a day away, and you all made sure that the routine would be perfect. Both groups were called for one last rehearsal of the whole routine. In all honesty, the performance was a beautiful sight; it was almost like a musical had taken place with how the ballet and hip hop choreographies complemented each other. You knew it was going to be epic, especially on stage when you all had outfits and lighting.

While everyone took a break, Minho sat next to you on the floor, sipping his iced coffee. “Are you going to wear a white tutu tomorrow, Swan Lake?”

You nudge Minho’s arm, “Am not. I’m wearing a lyrical dress…if you knew what that was.”

Minho scoffs, “Of course I do.”

“Are you wearing baggy clothing with all those street-wear vibes?” you joke, smirking at the male.

“Hahaha funny,” Minho chuckles, “With my ripped jeans, a plain tee, and leather jacket, I’m going to look hot.”

You sigh, pretending to be annoyed, “Yeah, right.”

“What, you want me to wear a tutu?” Minho raises his brow.

You laugh at his question, “Please, oh gosh Minho, no!”

Minho laughs with you, until one of the hip-hop dancers, Jisung, shouts out, “Guys! We should watch Minho and y/n’s dance together! Not everyone has seen it, right?”

Both the ballet and hip-hop dancers agree in unison, causing you to blush. Minho chases Jisung around the room until Woojin and Chan restrain him. They drag him to the middle of the room as Changbin and Felix push you towards the same direction.

“Go Minho! Go y/n!”

“Make us proud!”

Minho slyly flashes you a smirk before winking. “Play the music, Hyunjin.”

The younger male complies, and as soon as the music starts, Minho begins dancing. With a small smile, you shake your head and dance your part as well. The part where you and Minho actually dance together [A/N: May J Lee and Bongyoung Park “Say You Won’t Let Go” choreo] soon plays out, and you confidently execute the steps. Minho’s strong and sharp movements complement your softer and graceful motions, and it just creates a beautiful collision of two dance genres. At some point, you do the stronger moves while Minho does the smoother ones, and it honestly just goes back and forth between you two. It was like you were moving as one, completely immersed in the routine.

When the song ended with Minho’s arms around your waist and yours around his neck, the room burst with applause. “Look at them go!” Chan whistles, pretending to wipe a tear away from his eye.

“It was beautiful.” one ballet dancer, Mina, comments, a smile on her lips.

Chan chuckles, “Who knew it would take a competition to bring our groups together?”

Another ballet dancer grins, “Well, we all just had a big misunderstanding and judged each other.”

“I second that.” Felix laughs.

“Besides,” Jisung sneers, “Minho and y/n are getting it on!”

“Hey!” you blush.

Minho turns pink as well, “We didn’t work out the last time ‘cause of you guys.”

Hyunjin protests, “Excuse me, hyung! Not everyone was against it! We supported it!”

“Yeah, some of us did!”

“You guys brought it upon yourselves!”

Woojin clears his throat, “Ok, ok guys. It’s done, it’s in the past. Doesn’t matter anymore ‘cause Jisung’s right. They’re getting it on now.”

“HYUNG!” Minho shouts.

“WOOJIN!” you exclaim at the same time.

Everyone erupts in laughter, and when you and Minho look at each other, you’re both as red as tomatoes.

The day was coming to an end, and the routine was perfect. Tomorrow was the big day, so everyone opted to take it easy and relax in preparation. Some went out to eat a pre-celebratory meal, while others simply stayed home. You stayed at the JYP Studio building, practicing one last time. As you practiced your fouetté spins for the dance, Minho walks up to you and giggles, “You have to teach me how to do that.”

You stop and raise an eyebrow at the male, “You don’t even have any moves like this for your part.”

He pretends to look hurt as he gasps, “But I just wanted to learn something from you!”

You laugh at his antics and step aside, “Fine. Listen carefully.”

“Aye aye captain.” Minho salutes.

You explain to him what a fouetté is and how it’s best executed, slowly demonstrating each step. Minho nods as he listens to you. Afterwards, he attempts to copy your turn, though only managing to do one before planting both feet on the ground, losing his balance. “Whoa, this is harder than I thought.” Minho whispers.

“Ballet isn’t as easy as you think!” you giggle, “It’s really, really hard. We go through so much everyday.”

Minho decides to spin around again, this time not even making the effort to do it properly. He just spins like how people normally spin when they’re told to turn around for games or fun. Random and crazy as opposed to your graceful and delicate, but that just made him more attractive. You laugh and before he turns into a spinning top, you grab at his arms to stop him. You manage to grab onto his arm, but you’re dragged along his spinning spree due to his momentum from moving. You squeal, but thankfully, you gracefully move along as you were used to all the turns and spins. When Minho finally stops, your hands are still gripping his arms. He blinks and steadies himself before grinning at you, “How did I do?”

“Perfecto.” you tease, giggling just a little.

“Remind me to teach you something one day.” he laughs.

“How about now?” you smile, clasping your hands together.

Minho thinks for a second before shrugging, “Ok. What do you want?”

“Hmmm,” you start, “maybe the one you did with Hyunjin and the boys? From last year’s competition?”

“Ah, that one? My favorite? Ok…” Minho gives you a thumbs up.

[A/N: Victory Song choreo; chorus part]

He shows you the dance before going over each step in detail, giving you a demonstration like you did for him. “It has to be strong but smooth, ok?” Minho instructs, and you nod.

You try to do the dance as closely as possible, though you somehow get lost during some parts. When you finished, Minho chuckles before giving you a high-five. “Hey, not bad for a Swan Lake.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you raise an eyebrow, smirking.

Minho smiles, “You’re really a ballet dancer. You dance really smoothly and gracefully, but remember, that choreo has to be sharp – ” He moves behind you, grabbing your wrists without warning, “ – so you have to move your arms like this.”

He guides your arms’ movement to match his instructions. You blush at the contact, especially when you can feel his firm chest against your back. When he turns you around to face him, he’s still holding your wrists. “Got it?”

“Got it.” you say softly, looking anywhere but his eyes.

Minho smiles before proceeding to walk to the male’s bathroom, “Get dressed. Let’s hang out at the rooftop.”

You nod and rush to get changed into your casual clothes. The rooftop of the building had a lounge and garden, and that was where most of the people went to rest or socialize with others. During the night, it was where you and Minho used to spend time together.

Minho is already at the rooftop by the time you go up, leaning against the railing. He was just wearing a simple white shirt, black jacket, and black jeans, but he managed to look attractive still. “I thought you hated heights.” you tease.

Minho turns around, raising his eyebrow, “I’ve gotten over it somehow…a little.”

You chuckle and join him at his left, watching the city lights twinkle. “Tomorrow’s the day.”

“We’ll be fine.” Minho grins.

“I know.” you mirror his expression.

Minho looks at you with the softest gaze, a smile playing on his lips. He notices you shiver, and he doesn’t hesitate to give you his jacket. “Cliché much.” you joke as you slip on his jacket.

“Yet you’re wearing it already.” Minho laughs.

“Not my fault it’s chilly tonight.”

Minho rolls his eyes, “Whatever, Swan Lake.”

You giggle and continue to watch the skyline, until Minho’s voice interrupts you. “Y/n.”

You jolt in surprise as his arms wrap around your waist from behind. When you feel his steady breathing, you relax into his hold, placing your hands on top of his. You remain like that, quiet and at peace, for a few minutes. Minho nuzzles his face at the side of your neck, placing soft kisses on the skin. You smile to yourself as you reach up to run your fingers through his dark hair. “Do you remember the first time we met?” you ask.

“Of course I do.” Minho responds, his breath tickling the skin of your neck.

How could Minho forget? You were practicing in the dance room when he came in to get his water bottle. Unfortunately, you did a jump and landed wrongly, effectively spraining your ankle. The exact moment you landed and sprained yourself was the exact moment Minho picked his bottle up. That wasn’t the only thing he picked up. You lost balance when you sprained yourself, but Minho was quick to his reflexes and managed to hold you up. He looked at you in surprise before joking about how he thought “ballet dancers were supposed to be graceful, but you were anything but that”. You blushed, feeling embarrassed in his arms before muttering that you thought “hip-hop dancers weren’t supposed to be so smooth”. He smiled and winked, and then you smiled and laughed. He helped you to the instructors’ lounge for assistance, and he never left your side until he was sure that you were taken care of.

You flashed a wider smile as you spoke. “There was a feeling of inevitability when I met you back then. I didn’t think it would actually happen, given the situation our groups were in…constantly clawing at each other and all.”

You continue to speak, voice hushing into a whisper, “But I had a feeling…a sense that we would be together somehow. You would look at me in a certain way, and we would just fall into something that was more than friendship.”

Minho lifts his head, “I know. But it never worked out, did it?”

His words held no anger in them, but rather, pain. Your mind wandered to the heartbreaking day it all came crashing down.

“Hyunjin told me you hated heights, so why are you here?” you giggled.

Minho shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets, “Because you’re here?”

“Funny.” you grinned.

“I mean it.” Minho smiled.

You decided to tease him again, “When did hip-hop Minho get soft and mushy?”

“Hey, Minho started, “hip-hop dancers aren’t always tough and bad and badass. We can be romantic and soft too. It’s like saying ballet dancers are all reserved and delicate, and they can’t have fun and aren’t allowed to do anything crazy.”

“Ballet dancers are tougher than you think.” you winked.

“Exactly my point.” Minho laughed.

You tilted your head, “So, are you getting soft on me, Lee Minho?”

Minho smirked, “You like to push my buttons, don’t you, Swan Lake?”

“I do not.” you defended.

A squeal escaped your lips as Minho pulled you towards his body, eyes burning with unspoken feelings. “So what if I’m getting soft, y/n? What if I’m like this because I lik – ”

“Stop it.” you mumbled, eyes on the ground.

“What?” Minho whispered.

You gulped, steeling yourself to face Minho and look him in the eye, “I said ‘stop it’, Minho.”

“Why?” Minho asked, “Tell me why I should shut up about this…this unspoken thing between us, y/n.”

You sighed, looking away from the male, “It just can’t work, ok? Ballet will always be my priority, Minho.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Minho whispered, desperate for your answer, “You can still focus on your passion even with me. I’d support you, in fact.”

“I know, Minho. I know.” you started, “But you know how it is. I’m a ballet dancer. You’re a hip-hop dancer, so – ”

Minho interrupted, “If this is about how our groups never get along, it doesn’t matter. That has nothing to do with it. They can make issues and judge all they want. It won’t change how I feel about you.”

You sadly smiled at him, finally managing to look into his eyes, “Yes, but being with you isn’t what my parents want.”

“What?”

“They know about…about us...and they’re not happy about it, Min.” you whispered, “If you and I become something…more, they’re going to pull me out of JYP Studio.”

Minho looked at you with disbelief, “Nonsense.”

You chuckled sadly, “You know how it is with them. If you don’t have anything to do with either ballet, classical music, or some rich-sounding activity, it’s a ‘no’ from them.”

“But what do you want?” Minho asked boldly.

You bore into his eyes, allowing all your feelings to spill over as you did so.

I want you.

Those words were at the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it out loud. You loved him and wanted him badly.

But you were afraid. You were raised to live up to the expectations and standards of your parents. Ballet recital after recital. Awards and recognition followed suit. You did love ballet, but you didn’t care about awards and recognitions. You just wanted to express yourself with the dance, but your parents relished in the fact that you were getting the recognition. You were afraid of failing to meet their expectations; the consequences of doing so were often harsh. When you’re taught to live a certain way for almost all your life, you tend to stick to it.

“I want to make my parents proud, Minho.” you said, failing to tell him the truth, “And I can’t do that if they pull me out of this studio. I’m sorry, but you and I can’t be.”

Minho’s arms fell to his side as he stepped away from you, “It’s ok, I understand. Good luck.”

“It didn’t work out back then.” you say, your thoughts back to the present.

With those words, Minho holds you just a little closer, “I thought that no matter how many times the world, your parents, came between us, we’d find each other somehow.”

You turn around in his arms to face him, and automatically, his hand cups your cheek. He gently strokes your cheek as his eyes, reflecting the city’s lights, bore into yours. With a smile, your hand reaches up to brush his bangs away from his face. A soft smile plays on your lips, “Looking at you now, I think it’s safe to say that we did. And I think I had to break your heart for a reason.”

“Ouch.” Minho jokes, “What reason would that be?”

You giggle, “How else would I know the worth of what I was given? I think you were always meant to know me, understand me, a little bit better than everyone else.”

Minho’s lips curl into a smile of utter fondness as he speaks, “I think you and I are just really meant to be, Swan Lake. The universe thinks so too.”

You laugh at his statement, “I know I’ve created a huge distance between us, but I won’t let anything get in our way. Ever.”

Minho chuckles, his lips grazing your cheek as he whispers against your skin, “It’s going to work, y/n. We’ll make it work, I promise.”

“I know.” you smile.

Minho’s voice held confidence, and while you certainly didn’t know what the future would hold for the two of you, you were sure that everything would work out somehow. Things had an interesting way of falling into place, after all. You and Minho knew that you were both going to be special the first time you met each other. Circumstances, however, led to you two drifting away.

But now, with Minho holding you close to him as you listened to his steady heartbeat, you see that your lives were fated to converge at some point like a cosmic dance. You broke him, and it broke you. But just like stardust, you crashed into each other once again, creating the most beautiful collision.

Minho pulls away just enough to look into your starry eyes. His forehead gently presses against yours as he whispers, “I love you, y/n.”

You blush and giggle so softly only Minho can hear it, “I love you too, Min.”

“You’re still Swan Lake.” Minho winks, causing you to lightly slap his arm.

“Fine, you’re Hip-Hoppy.” you snicker, resulting in the male playfully rolling his eyes.

He places a feather-light kiss on your nose before pulling you back in for a hug. Your head rests on his chest as he continues to place tender kisses on your forehead. You’ve never felt so happy, so serene. A tear threatens to cascade down your face, so you calm yourself and take a deep breath, inhaling his scent. “Why are you smelling me? Are you really turning into a swan?” Minho jokes in a whisper.

“Shut up, Minho.” you mumble, but a smile stretches across your lips as you pull yourself closer to him.

Minho feels you smile against his chest, and he makes no effort in concealing his very own as he kisses the top of your head. You were back into his life. His brightest star was finally back in his galaxy.

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sleepless-in-starbucks · 5 years

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"send in a ship and I'll tell you who:" *coughs loudly* losleep ( ˘ ³˘)♥ ( ˘ ³˘)♥ ( ˘ ³˘)♥

I want you guys to know how deeply I appreciate you feeding my addiction

Nose/forehead kisses: Remy! Logan’s pretty used to the forehead kisses by now- Remy does not believe in walking by his boyfriend without giving him a kiss, and when Logan’s head is in his book the forehead is the best spot of attack- but every nose kiss still catches him off guard.

Jealous the most: I can easily make an argument on either side of this but I’m going to refer to my moxiety logic, in which Logan is more jealous, mostly because Remy will call someone else babes (as he is constantly known to do) and Logan’s pretending he doesn’t want to be the one being called cute nicknames right at that exact moment

Picks up from bar when the other’s drunk: Poor Logan. Remy doesn’t care much for straight beer but he does favor those fruity, filled with enough liquor to kill a cow drinks. Almost every time Logan comes for him Remy hits on him like it’s the first time, and while getting Remy isn’t the funnest, that part is quite amusing to Logan, so it’s worth it

Takes care on sick days: This is REALLY a dual one let’s be honest. Neither of them ever tell the other when they’re sick until they’ve fainted in the hallway and they’re boyfriend is stuck nursing them back to health for a couple of days. If I had to choose, I’d say Remy, just because he has a slightly better bedside manner, but overall they’re just both messes who will berate the other for hiding their cold before turning around and doing the same

Drags other out to the water on beach days: Remy, of course. Logan always has protests about it, about how not serious it is and such, but Remy will not let Logan get away from a trip to the beach without getting fully soaked in the waves

Unprompted massages: Tbh they both need a lot of surprise massages in their life, but I’mma say Logan. He knows all the best pressure points to work and all that. Plus, in the constant fight against his very very flirt boyfriend, Logan has found that one of the quickest ways to get him to melt is to just start massaging his back until Logan more or less has a Remy puddle in his lap

Drives v ride shotgun: Remy’s not trusted to drive, like, ever. If Remy’s in the driver’s seat, it’s either an emergency or he stole the keys. He’s not a safe driver and he is not to be trusted behind the wheel. He still picks the music though.

Brings the other lunch at work: Remy! Logan’s pretty good about remembering his lunch, but when things are hectic in the morning and he forgets it, Remy’s more than happy to bring it in. Sometimes he brings a lunch in even when Logan has his. He says it was a mistake, but now that he’s there they might as well have lunch together, right? He eats the lunch he ‘brought for Logan’ oddly finding it to be filled with things he loves to eat. Huh. Almost like he planned this :0

Better parental relationship: Oh gosh. It really depends on the kids. I think I’ll say Remy, since he can generally (if nothing else) keep up with their energy.

Tries to start role-playing in bed: I reserve the right to make this not about sex, and today’s is sleepy Logan talking like certain scientists, things like ‘I’m Einstein and I invented gravity’Remy: ‘I don’t think you invented it, hun’Logan: ‘quiet creature kept on the ground by MY INVENTION’Sleeby Logan is a little silly alright

Drunk dancer: Remy. He is shameless about it. Can he dance? Not when he’s drunk, no. Will this stop him? Not in the slightest.

Still cries watching the titanic: Remy, though his reasons are always along the lines of ‘I can’t believe she let that ass get away!!!’ and ‘all that food!!! gone!!!’

Believes in couples’ costumes: Remy, but for embarrassment purposes. He’s going to get Logan to dress up like Sapphire because a) Logan looks damn fine in a dress and b) the amount of flirting ammunition he has is insane. Someone compliments them? The perfect time to hook an arm around Logan and smile broadly with a cheesy line that has Logan blushing and trying to push Remy away in weak protest

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: Y’all going to get sick of me saying his name but Remy. Logan is very careful to keep within the given prices, but Remy? Remy wants only the BEST for his boo. If this means spending much more than he should, then thems the breaks.

Makes the other eat breakfast: Logan, Mr. Most-Important-Meal-Of-The-Day, is definitely making sure Remy gets his breakfast. And, no, as much as Remy tries to convince him coffee is a fulfilling breakfast all by itself, Logan refuses to let him leave the house until he’s got actual food in him

Remembers anniversaries: Oh, this is 100% Logan. he can name the exact minute he and Remy got together, and that is not a fact he will ever forget. Remy tends to be forgetful, but he always has a present at the ready in case the day comes around and Remy’s put on the spot.

Brings up kids: If you guys haven’t guessed by now, I don’t really think either of these guys would want kids. BUT. I do think Logan would bring it up. Even if they come to the joint conclusion they don’t want children, Logan realizes it is something they should know and respect about the other before going any further into their relationship.

#I hope y'all know I'm not editing these #I just write and GO #even if it takes a bit tho I love doing these #my losleep boiiisssisisi #losleep #ts logan #ts remy #ts sleep #the cryptid speaks #blink #triple kiss anon #the cryptid answers

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lovelylunarwriting · 6 years

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Kihyun Soulmate!AU

It’s never been an out of the ordinary thing for you to run by the nearest grocery store after work to grab some junk food before you go home for the day, but tonight’s particular junk food run is something you’ll remember for the rest of your life.

You take your time, strolling aisle by aisle, grabbing this and that- tossing everything into your basket.

It's around 11 pm and very visibly dark outside, but under the florescent lights of the store, you aren’t particularly concerned. Walking back out to your car once you finish shopping will be a whole different feeling though.

In the store, there’s only you and maybe two or three other people, including the older woman at the checkout counter.

Some guy walks down the same aisle as you, the two of you briefly glancing at one another in passing. He’s cute, but you don’t think much of the encounter and move onto the frozen aisle for icecream. Food was the goal here, not beautiful strangers.

For some reason, the grocery store by your home always plays the weirdest and oldest music- not your cup of tea. Granny up front at the register is probably the one behind that, but either way, you always make sure to have earbuds on hand so that you can listen to music more suited to your taste.

Which also leads to dance breaks in the middle of the cereal aisle every once in a while but hey- you’ve only weirded out like two people over the years so it’s fine. And they awkwardly shuffled away anyway, allowing you to continue to groove by some Fruit Loops.

Deciding that you’ve gathered enough junk food and drinks, you make your way to the only open register, run by an older woman named Mary Sue, the name clearly printed in red cursive writing on her name tag.

“Mary Sue, why do you always work so late at night? Will they not give you the day shift?”, you ask, making cheerful small talk as she scans your items and puts them delicately in bags. You always take out your earbuds to talk to Mary Sure.

“Oh sweetheart, don’t you fret! I request to work the nightshift- that’s when all the exciting things happen. People watching has always been one of my favorite things, and all the odd balls come out at night. No offense to you and your dancing, sweetie”, she explains.

She has a point about your sporadic dancing so you can’t really be mad about it.

As she rings up one of your many cup ramen, the sleeve of her work shirt slides up to reveal her soulmate tattoo.

You: “‘I’ll take a side of that ass’? What’s the story behind that?”

Mary Sue: “I worked at a fast food joint back in my younger days, and it was a required part of my job to ask ‘would you like fries with that?’. That’s what’s written on my wife’s wrist, and the crazy gal made that comment back and branded me with her greasy flirting forever”

You: “That’s still a better sentence than mine. If you can even call mine a sentence”, you huff.

Mary Sue: “Oh deary it can’t be that bad, let me have a look”, she says, reaching for your wrist. You comply and pull up the sleeve of your hoodie to reveal the iconic message.

You: “Yep. I’ve had ‘*high pitched shriek*’ on my wrist for as long as I can remember”

Mary Sue: “... well that’ll be a story to tell the grandkids”

You: “Can’t wait”, you groan, making her laugh.

She scans your last item, you swipe your card, grab your bags, and head out the door- not before popping your earbuds back in, of course.

Hopefully, blasting Rihanna can ease some of the creepiness of parking lots late at night.

Unfortunately, you parked waaaaaay in the back, so you’ve got quite the ways to go.

You can’t seem to shake the unsettling feeling of someone following you, no matter how loudly you turn up “Bitch Better Have My Money”.

The eerie aura is too strong for you to ignore, so you stealthily reach into your purse and grab your pepper spray, yank out your earbuds and whip around to face whoever the fuck has the nerve to be this stalkerish.

“GET THE HELL BACK, I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY AND I’M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT”, you shout at loud and intimidatingly as you can muster, aiming the pepper spray out in front of you and at- him? The cute guy from earlier?

The girlish scream that came from this beautiful boy’s mouth has you both very happy and very annoyed. You startled him into to shrieking and dropping his bags.

“What is wrong with you, creeping up on someone in a parking lot?”, you lecture, lowering your pepper spray and glaring at him.

The tension of the situation has faded completely, now that you know who he is in relation to you.

“This is about exactly how I thought this would go, I mean with what’s written on my wrist and all. I just didn’t realize it would be you”, he says with a dazed look in his eyes, like he can’t believe this is happening.

You sigh in defeat and introduce yourself- the whole “hello I’m Y/N and I’m your soulmate. Also, sorry for almost pepper spraying you” conversation

“I’m Kihyun, and I know who you are. You’re the person that’s always dancing in the store”, he replies.

You: “Gosh, is there a single person who hasn’t seen that?”

Kihyun: “Don’t worry! It’s endearing, really. Actually, the whole reason I came out here was because you left one of your bags and Mary Sue asked me to run it out to you, but then you… yeah”, he says, glancing to the bag on the ground. Whatever item of yours was in there had clearly shattered.

You shyly mumble a “thank you”, embarrassed by your forgetfulness, and carefully pick up the plastic bag, tossing it in a nearby trash can.

Kihyun: “Um well, do you want to go back into the store together to get another one of those? Sorry for breaking it in the first place”

You: “Yeah, that’d be nice. It’ll be easier to explain what happened if you’re there with me”

Kihyun: “...you’re not gonna mention the part about me screaming though, right?”

You: “Oh no way, that’s too funny to leave out”, you say, and lace your fingers with his before he gets the chance to pout.

His eyes, which were originally watching anything but you, now snap up to meet your gaze.

You: “Is this okay?”

Kihyun: “Yeah, that’s- that’s definitely okay”, he says, giving your hand a squeeze.

The bell on the door rings as the two of you walk back into the store, hand in hand.

Mary Sue: “Welcome to- oh I fucking knew it”, she practically shouts as she sees the two of you together.

You both take turns explaining to her what happened and how you’re soulmates, and she is the only one who isn’t shocked by any of it.

Mary Sue: “The two of you have been coming here for years. I always hoped that you’d end up together”

Kihyun: “Really? That’s so sweet”

Mary Sue: “Yeah, and when I heard that scream, young man, I just knew that had to be you”

His ego damaged- Kihyun doesn’t say much to Mary Sue after that.

Once you grab another item to replace the broken one, it’s time for you and Kihyun to part ways… but both of you seem reluctant.

Kihyun: “I’ll walk you to your car?”

You: “Oh yeah, I wouldn’t want some pervert to follow me. That’d be terrible”, you say as sarcastically as humanly possible.

Kihyun: “Will I ever live that down?”

You: “Nope. You’re straight out of luck, hun”

Finally at your car, you turn to your the driver’s side door, but hesitate to get in.

Kihyun: “What is it?”

You: “Would it be too terribly forward for me to invite you over to my place?”, you ask, turning back to face him.

Kihyun: “...I mean, we just met, so I-”

You: “No not like that. To just hang out. We can order pizza, have a night in?”

Kihyun: “Oh, well then yeah, that sounds great!”

For a guy capable of making such a terrible shrieking noise, the sound of him singing along to the radio is so angelic and soothing that you have to ask him to stop, for fear of you nodding off behind the wheel.

So pretty much- you not only came home with groceries that night, but with the boy you’d spend the rest of your life with.

Also, Mary Sue won the $100 bet with her wife that “that singing guy and that dancing person, they’re definitely made for each other”

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thats-pucking-amazing · 7 years

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Stress *Requested* (Antoine Roussel)

I know I said that Willy was next, but I just couldn’t get it out, so I wrote this one in the meantime. I really am sorry about the huge delay, but I’m really pleased with how this turned out. I hope y’all like it!

Requested by: @dertiger31 who said “Could you do a cute Antoine Roussel one? Like maybe start with a fight but have it end all fluffy?”

Warnings: Don’t think so.

Requests: Open!

Up Next: Hopefully Willy, if not Nico Hischier

“I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.” You whispered to yourself as you maneuvered yourself up the steps to your fourth floor apartment. This normally wasn’t such a taxing experience, but on crutches….different story.

When you reached the third floor you stopped to catch your breath, mentally cursing the complex owners for not installing an elevator. It would make being a clumsy, a talent that came naturally to you, much easier. You steeled yourself and then started moving again. Only 16 more, you could do this.

“Finally!” You whisper-shouted as you reached your front door. Leaning a crutch against the wall you rummaged around your bag to find your keys. You retrieved them, but then watched in dismay as the crutch that had been leaning against the wall crashed to the ground. “Oh, come on!!”

You stuck your lanyard into your mouth and attempted to lean down and reach the fallen crutch, while still balancing on the other. It was a precarious position to say the least. Your fingers grazed the metal, but couldn’t grab ahold. You adjusted your grip on the other one and reached out and grabbed it. Hefting yourself back up to a regular standing position, you finally opened the door.

Hobbling to the couch, you collapsed onto it and examined your new fashion accessory. A bright green synthetic cast that covered your right foot up to mid-shin. Great. And it wasn’t even your fault. At least, that’s what you were claiming.

You had been walking through the parking lot of your office when one of your coworkers had called out to you. Without breaking stride, you’d turned around to wave goodbye, but your right foot missed the memo of turning and you fell over a speed bump. An ER trip, three hours, an embarrassing subway ride home, and you’d come full circle.

Relaxing onto the cushions you pulled out your phone and cringed when you saw six missed calls from Antoine. Your boyfriend of almost two years was not going to be a happy camper at your negligence...at least you had a good excuse. You bit your lip and clicked on call back. It rang for about .5 seconds before he answered.

“WHAT IS GOING ON?!” He shouted. You held your phone away from your ear lest you end up back in the ER with a burst eardrum. “I get a call from the hospital saying that my fiancee was admitted and I hear nothing from you?! What is going on Y/N?!”

“I’m doing great. Thank you for asking.” Was all you said.

You heard a growl. “Y/N. This is not the time for joking.”

“I just tripped and fell. That’s all.” You heard nothing. “Babe?”

“You went to the hospital because you fell? Doesn’t that seem a bit overdramatic?” He asked.

“I guess it could be seen that way. I hope that’s not how you feel.”

There was another pause. You could feel him rolling his eyes. “I’ll be home in about 15 minutes.” And then he hung up.

“Thanks for the concern, babe. Love you, too.” You sassed at the phone.

You sighed, looking at your crutches. Then proceeded to hobble down the hallway to change. You and Antoine went out for dinner every friday during the offseason, since you spent so much time apart during the season. It was rarely at a fancy place, but instead tried to discover small hole-in-the-wall joints.

You finagled out of your work clothes and attempted to find something you could wear. Skinny jeans were out because the leg wouldn’t fit over your cast and you ruled out sundresses after observing how once you moved around they rode up and got caught on the crutches. After finally deciding on just a pair of shorts and a tank top you moved back to the living room.

As soon as you sat down the front door opened. Antoine walked in with his face buried in his phone and without even looking up walked into the bedroom.

“Nice to see you, too.” You muttered. Taking a page from his book, you pulled out your phone and snapped a picture of your cast. You posted it on twitter with the caption “At least it’s victory green. I think I was a bit too eager for the season to start.” You had just put your phone back in your pocket when Ant came back out.

“Ready?” He asked. He still had not looked at you yet. “I was thinking we could go to the diner we had our first date at? We haven’t been there since Valentine’s Day.”

You smiled. “That sounds good to me.”

“Perfect. Let’s go.” And he was out the door. And he still hadn’t noticed your new accessories. Ridiculous.

Temper rising you grabbed your crutches, and as best as you could, stomped to the door. You slammed it shut and locked it. He wasn’t even waiting on you, he was already halfway to his car. You grit your teeth and started the slow descent down. At least it was easier going down than up.

Your phone started ringing when you reached the landing between the first and second floor. You paused and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Are you coming? I’ve been in the car for five minutes.”

You clenched your fists and worked to keep your voice even. “I’m almost all the way down. Just give me a minute.” You hung up without waiting for a response and started descending again. Two minutes later you had reached the SUV, unsurprised to see him still on his phone. You put your crutches in the backseat and using the car as support, hopped into your seat.

“Took you long enough.” Ant said putting his phone in the cupholder and looking up at you.

Your mouth dropped and your eyebrows raised. “Are you serious?!”

He furrowed his brows at the indignation in your tone. “It took you almost 10 minutes to get down here. I know you like to take your time, but that’s a bit ridiculous.”

You felt your cheeks flush in anger. “I can not believe you.” You held up your hand to stop his response. “Just drive. I’ve had a bad day and you’re not helping anything. Just...drive.” You turned on the radio and crossed your arms across your chest before pointedly looking out the window. Maybe now he’d get the memo.

The twenty minute drive passed in complete silence between the two of you. He parked the car and looked at you.

“Look, I’m sorry if I upset you. I’m just a little stressed.”

You exhaled loudly. “It’s ok. I guess it just hasn’t been a good day for either of us.” You shot him a weak smile and he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Hopefully, it’ll get better now. Let’s go eat.” He walked over and opened your door for you, evidently trying to make up for his behavior from earlier. You grabbed his hand and used it to help you get out, balancing on one leg.

“Thanks.” You said, lightly wobbling. “Could you…”

He looked you over, noticing your wobble. You saw his eyes widen when he got to your cast. “YOU BROKE YOUR LEG?!” He yelled. “YOU DIDN’T THINK THAT YOU SHOULD MENTION THAT?!”

You narrowed your eyes. “If you would have paid a bit more attention when you got home, this conversation could have happened there.”

“Don’t pin this on me! I called you and as soon as you bothered to answer asked what was going on. And all you said was that you tripped and fell.”

You shrugged, “And technically, that’s all I did do. You didn’t ask if I was ok or anything.” You said in a small voice. “You yelled at me and then said I was overdramatic.”

“Babe…”He ran his hands through his hair. “I would have never done that if I knew you were this hurt.”

“It shouldn’t matter if I was hurt or not.”

“You’re right. I’m so sorry. Forgive me?”

You pretended to ponder. “I guess so. Now will you get my crutches out please? It’s killing my other leg to try and balance this long, even with the car to help.”

He pulled them out and after you were settled, the two of you headed for the entrance. Ant whispered something to the hostess and she immediately led the two of you to a table in the back corner.

“What did you tell her? There are other people waiting...it’s rude of us to take their table.” You protested.

“I called earlier in the week. They knew we were coming.” He explained, pulling out your chair. “Just sit down and enjoy. Do you want to prop your foot up?”

“I probably should.” After he made sure you were all adjusted he finally sat down. Almost immediately a waiter was at your table delivering two glasses of water and asking what you would like to drink. You both let him know and Antoine ordered an appetizer for you to share. Your waiter disappeared and you turned your attention to Ant. “What’s going on?”

He widened his eyes in feigned innocence. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You’re up to something. And I’m going to get to the bottom of it.”

“There’s nothing to get to the bottom of!” He protested.

You just made a skeptical face. “Mhmm. What made you so stressed today?”

“Just….things.” He answered vaguely.

“Wow. Such an enlightening answer.”

“Your sarcasm isn’t needed. I have enough of my own.”

“I decided to share anyway. Now seriously, what’s been bugging you? Is it the upcoming season? Your contract? What’s bugging you?”

“Just something that I’ve been planning for a while. I can’t seem to get it right. I just want it to go smoothly.”

“I’m sure that whatever it is will work out perfectly.”

“I hope so.” He muttered.

The rest of dinner went smoothly. Conversation flowed easily between the two of you now that both of you had let go of your anger. The food was delicious and Antoine surprised you with a surprise dessert.

“Now I’m very suspicious.” You said as the waiter sat the chocolate mousse in front of you. “We never get dessert. Did you do something?”

“No. I didn’t do anything. “It’s what I’m about to do.”

“What do you mean-” You started to question, but then he stood up. And got down on one knee. “Oh my gosh.”

“Y/N.” He took a deep breath. “I’ve tried for weeks to come up with the right words to say for this, and none of them can come close to describing our relationship and the love I have for you. We have had our bad days, our knock-out drag-out fights, but we’ve also had our wonderful days that are just filled with us and our love. I am beyond grateful for the day you came into my life and I’m not about to let you realize how out of my league you are. You’re absolutely perfect in everyway and I love you. So, Y/F/N...will you marry me?”

You nodded vigorously, wiping the stray tears off your face. “Yes.” Then you threw your arms around his neck. He pulled you close as he stood up, supporting your weight to keep you off your foot. He put you back in your seat and then slid the sparkling diamond onto your finger.

“Thank you for saying yes.” He whispered.

“Are you nuts? I love you, of course I said yes. Wait! Is this what you’ve been so stressed about lately? Did you honestly think I would say no?”

“Yes...and I don’t know. You’re just so perfect and I haven’t been the greatest lately…”

“Aww, Babe.” You cooed. “I love you, having a few bad days could never change that.”

He smiled and kissed you hard on the lips. “I love you. Are you ready to go home? I’ll help you up the stairs this time.”

You gave a chuckle. “No, I’m not ready to go. I’m not about to let this dessert go to waste. So you may as well sit down and take an artsy picture of me with the ring shining while I eat this.”

He laughed loudly and for the first time in awhile, you saw the tension leak from his shoulders. “I think I can do that.”

Hope you liked it! Let me know what you thought and if you saw any blazing errors!

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tumblunni · 7 years

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The big post about how i love my sneasel who is great

Welcome to that post. It might get long.

Reaper the level 100 Naughty nature Sneasel with Keen Eye who experienced pokerus once and has contest ribbons from too many regions oh my gosh Leeeeeeets get going on how much I adore my little guy!

Okay, the story behind him. He is kinda unofficially my starter pokemon?

Cos of course there was no way to keep your mons from RBY and GSC back then, but I’d kinda only had one pokemon anyway. I was a dumb kid who just solo’d both games with my raichu Chuppy. And sadly I ended up losing them even before the whole transfer issue, someone stole my Gold cartridge during school and when I found it half smashed in the playground all the data had been corrupted. It did actually play though, just with some colour issues I think? I never really restarted cos it felt cruel to Chuppy to do it. So I’m happy that the virtual console rerelease let me reincarnate Chuppy and even make them a cool new alola form! (though they had a different gender this time, but meh i get to headcanon my chu is trans like me, haha) So yeah thats the story of my official first pokemon, but Chuppy didnt really have any personality or headcanons back then cos I was so new to the franchise. And Reaper ended up lasting way longer and sharing every single other region with me, so he kinda took the spot of ‘starter’ even if he wasnt ‘first’. (I still was really happy to welcome reincarnation Chuppy home tho!)

Reaper actually came from Pokemon Colosseum, of all places! His OT name is the completely-wrong ‘Tom’ cos he was from when I restarted my game after getting stuck and just buttonmashed one of the default names out of frustration. I actually caught him in a master ball just cos I was that excited to hug the lil guy! Sneasel was my fave gen 2 mon but i never managed to catch one actually in GSC, i didnt know it was limited to a rare encounter in the very last area. And even before I caught him I knew sneasel was in this game via guides, so i was waiting with baited breath and establishing headcanons even before i found him. Then I just COULD NOT WAIT, hence the master ball! XD I kinda preemptivel based him on the iron mask marauder’s sneasel from the celebi movie, cos shadow pokemon are similar to his brainwashing stuff. And I always liked his sneasel, scizor and tyranitar, for such minor roles they are. It was a nice nuance for the bad guy’s pokemon to be shown as VERY MUCH not evil, just enslaved by magic brainwashing and mistreated. It warmed my heart seeing them freeing each other and escaping in the end once the control was broken! But also it established sneasel as a really cool badass fighter that I wanted to have someday, yknow?

So yeah I got this guy from colosseum before I even played RSE, and he ended up being my ‘starter’ in that game so much that i cant even remember which one i picked. I boxed it right away and never thought about it again, I was a callous kid! It was actually really interesting playing ORAS and finally getting to see what the hoenn starters are actually like, lol And Reaper remained my best friend across like ELEVEN OR MORE REPLAYS of every single gen 3 game except emerald. Cos at that time in my childhood i literally did not have any other games. i spent around three or four years with just sapphire, leafgreen and final fantasy tactics advance. (Oh boy that game’s script is stuck in my brain for all time) And getting attatched to the characters and making new ones all the time was how i kept from getting bored this way ^_^ Buuuuut... it kinda meant that I just discarded most of them super fast to make more. the only other pokemon that migrated to sinnoh with Reaper was Nether the sableye, who was kinda his rival/best friend. (Tho I mispelled it as Neava so he’s stuck that way, lol. And both of them are in all caps forever...) Nether is kinda the basis for my recent oc Malachi, so he’s like an entirely different story for another time. But he was my Sapphire buddy and Reaper was one region older via the power of spinoffs.

And oh man yeah i totally loved the shadow pokemon plot lol! I just headcanoned his plot with regards to that was the same as the marauder’s mons. Perfectly nice tiny sneasel boy is kidnapped and experimented upon by evils, but my love saved him and now he is soft once more. He didnt really have much angst from it, but it helped such a wild spirit grow to trust my hero and trust humans in general after such a rocky introduction to them. I imagined it was like training a dangerous dog to be a police canine, with that arm guard thing that they bite! Shadow pokemon training must be WAY more tough than it seems on the surface! So like ash’s charizard plot, where it ends up with really fire forged family love after all the hardship. I think that before he met my trainer he was just like a loner robin hood type character who valued his freedom and thought that tamed pokemon were all wusses. But alas, he was forced to experience human hugs, and now he’s addicted! but he’d still be quite rebellious and wild and have a lot of goofy cute interactions as he tries to learn all this complicated stuff about being a pet. Why cant I pee on the carpet?? Why do I have to eat pellet food? Why are you mad when i bring you dead mice and pidgey eggs?? bad bad influence on the other mons, but also a softhearted big bro who WANTS to be a good influence. He pretends to be all aloof and stoic cliche angsty antihero, but always messes up and looks cute instead! And he gets crushingly sad if any of his lil siblings actually does get afraid of him. Noooo the grumpyness is for the humans! Not for you!! No-one is allowed to pet the sneas except the other pokemon. It my duty to protect my new pack of strangely shaped sneasels! Oh and he likes booze. In human terms he’d be around 25-30, but still its not good for animals to drink human liquor. Never stopped him though! He’d always find ways to sniff it out and swipe half-finished cans from the trash and stuff. Bad angstman! I know thats part of your archetype but stop it!

So... basically he was like.. cloud? original version from ff7 where he was sassy and goofy sometimes, except reaper is like that all the time with less angst and pretty much zero ego. He’s just like a kind yet not completely competant fun uncle who tries his best to put up a cool guy front to impress the kids (and push away scary humans) but his innate sweetness means he always messes up. And he’s super tsundere about the fact he considers his trainer part of his infinate pack of children, even if every other human is DANGER MODE. Must protect this human from the other ones! Must teach them the ways of the sneas! Oh, and I imagined his appearance as a gijinka would be kinda like Squall from ff8. cos he actually started off as a parody of that unlikeable angstman archetype, and i didnt even know Cloud existed until yeaaaars later. (Played the ffs completely out of order...) So i figured he’d be like squall but with dark skin and a kinda sirus black hairstyle. (Cos that guy contributed the kind uncle part of his inspiration!) Oh and of course a sneasely colourscheme for the fur coat. And I ended up making him hold Blackglasses so often that it was an in-joke that he actually wore shades 24/7 even in normal pokemon form XD

When I first got him in Collosseum he was really useful for his Brick Break move, and im actually really happy that the brick break image on bulbapedia is the collosseum sneasel using it! It was very very good as one of the few mons available with that move in the very limited choices you had for that game. But his signature move kinda ended up being Surf, even though his stats would have been awful for it even if I’d ev trained him properly XD I just found it so bizarre that sneasel of all things could learn that HM! I imagined he formed a surfboard out of ice to carry the trainer, cos there’s no way you could stand on the back of a 30cm tall weasel...

And man lets just have some random sneasel headcanons now!

* Their feathers exist to sense wind fluctuations, which are useful in their natural environment to anticipate snowstorms and track prey in low visibility.

* The ear feather is just for this, its the more sensitive one. The tail feathers are more for manipulating objects and other day to day life. They’re more matted and dont really have the same hearing ability, but the joints are way more flexible so they can be moved independantly like three actual tails. Sneasels can pick up small delicate objects by brushing them up between the tails, then rolling them down their back to reach their mouth. they also use the tails to brush away dirt, hide their tracks in the snow, form surprisingly intricate igloo-like nests and groom their fur with the utmost precision.

* Sneasels will outright resent any attempts to groom them by anyone but their closest human friend, since inevitably humans cant do as good of a job. But humans can scratch behind your ears and give cuddles, so it all works out!

* In the wild, sneasels eat primarily eggs, some nuts and berries, scavenged semi-rotten meat and not so much live prey. Even though they’re very skilled, they’re also very fragile and cautious because of it. They’ll only hunt in extreme situations, instead preferring to confuse and mislead their way to dinner. Sneasels are very social and loyal to each other even if they’re not to anyone else. Their most common strategy is the whole pack wards off a dangerous foe while one lone unit sneaks past and robs that pokemon’s food stores, to share with the family. Even if they’re forced to hunt their own prey, they still follow these strategies and try to just outrun the enemy until it dies of exhaustion or freezes in the blizzard. They’re experts of making cuts that disable but don’t kill- going in close enough to deliver that final blow means risking a valuable pack member’s life!

Not really a headcanon now but back to reaper himself, I always kinda imagine him looking more like a real weasel. I like sneasel’s design but the bipedal humanoid proportions arent exactly the best thing, yknow? i feel like it should have had shorter more pawlike back legs and just been top-heavy with the super claws. Like.. I imagine kinda a furret? just the appeal of actual weasels and stoats plz. I love sneasel but when i looked up weasels as a kid i was like MY HEART!!! they’re sock puppet babies with lint fuzz faces Also I think sneasel’s claws are kinda comically short and boring considering theyre like its Big Feature. I liked when they were drawn a bit longer in older artworks, and i always imagined reaper had longer ones like scyther-y level. Thats why I named him that! Crescent moon claws of awesomeness, striking in the night~! ...he would be really cool if he wasnt such a cuddly dork. I love him so much, he’s my baby. And my dad. And my uncle?? he’s just a very good friend and im happy videogames can touch my heart like nothing else let me love my nonexistant magic weasel from cyberspace forevermore~!

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emilyemcnabb · 5 years

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Emily and Emerson’s Charleston Wedding

Emily and Emerson’s Charleston nuptials at Lowndes Grove incorporated many of the typical southern wedding design details including a plantation courtyard ceremony, florals by and topiaries by Out of the Garden, letterpress and (rainbow) wax seal invitations by Alaina Polander and romantic white gowns and veils. However, the LGBT couple felt confident in their freedom to “throw tradition to the wind” in much of their personalized details. The “curated vibe—to relax and celebrate” of the day planned by our friends Ooh! Events included the couple getting ready together with all of their bridesmen and bridesmaids, a rendition of the Pulse Orlando Lin Manuel Miranda speech during the ceremony (not a dry eye in the house) and ditching all typical reception activities and instead dancing from start-to-finish. Emily and Emerson had a joint goal of staying “calm and present” during the day and they did it with joy, style and huge smiles as seen in these images captured by Brooke Boyd Photo + Film.

What made the wedding special and unique?

From Emily: Being an LGBT couple we felt like we had a lot of freedom to throw tradition to the wind. While most of our wedding was as much of a cliché southern wedding as you can get, there were a lot of really personal details. We started the day by doing yoga together and meditating guided by a friend. After yoga and meditating, we were able to spend the morning getting ready together with our closest friends. Getting ready together relieved all pressure; so many people love the suspense of seeing your wife walk down the aisle, but we wanted everything to be as calm and fun as possible. I think that made our wedding so unique. The entire day had a curated vibe – which was to relax and celebrate. We didn’t want anything to feel stuffy or posed and tried really hard to stay calm and be present. I would also argue the most unique part about our wedding was the amount of dancing – we skipped the activities once the reception started and instead never left the dance floor. We had two people do the worm, one person break dance, my sister did a split, and someone slid through another’s legs. WILD.

Tell us about the gowns and where/how you found them!

Emerson and I started off by going to New York with our best friends. We looked separately all day and neither of us found the dress, but we both agreed it was too hard not to share with the other. A month later, I went to Wedding Belles in New Orleans with my mom and sister and tried on the Jenny Yoo Riley I had seen in New York. Just like that, I was done! I loved so many dresses, but this one just fit the day best. Emerson on the other hand tried on dresses about four more times, when she finally tried on a Sarah Seven dress at Lovely Bride in DC and knew it was the one. It was perfectly simple with just enough modern edge to feel like her.

What were some touches added to make the wedding personal?

Emerson picked out every single song that was played that day. To her, music creates the atmosphere, so she went through and chose from the prelude to the exit (and yes the afterparty). My favorite pick from her was the DJ set kicking off with “I Kissed a Girl and I Liked it” by Katy Perry.

We also picked every word spoken in the ceremony with our priest. Without question the best part of the wedding (and I highly recommend everyone use this in the future) was when my friend read Lin Manuel Miranda’s speech following the Pulse Orlando shooting. It’s safe to say there wasn’t a dry eye when she got to the “and love, is love, is love, is love, is love” part.

We didn’t do a traditional wedding party; Emerson has two brothers and I have two sisters so they are the only people who stood. We did ask our best girls/guys to dress within the color palette and get ready with us. We were worried it was going to be cold, so each girl laid a fur stole at their chair and exited in it.

Emerson’s brother and “Man of Honor” gave the best speech I ever heard. It began with “I’ve been knowing Emerson since the early 90s” and the highlight was “I never dreamed I’d be a bridesman one day, but I can’t tell you how happy I am to be one today.”

What was the most memorable part of the day?

There was one moment before the ceremony started when my veil kept pulling my hair and I started getting really nervous. Emerson could sense I was nervous and pulled me into a room and said “forget it, don’t wear the veil” and gave me a big kiss. At that moment, all fears were pushed away because I knew I had picked the perfect person to spend the rest of my life with.

Tell us how you met and became engaged.

Emerson and I met the summer of 2014, when I had just graduated college and was about to move to DC. After our first date, we didn’t spend a single day apart that summer. So much so that Emerson volunteered to make the 17 hour drive with me to DC. Even though we had no intention of being in a long distance relationship, we were inseparable. Mine and Emerson’s lives fit perfectly together. We had the same values, same drive, and liked to leave parties at the same time. She is the perfect complement to all of my weaknesses and makes me a better person on a daily basis. Through the last five years together, we’ve moved seven times, had two college graduations, and embarked on brand new jobs in brand new cities. We’ve been through ups and downs, weddings, funerals, a home renovation and so much more, but through it all, Emerson made me grateful for every day. Knowing this I finally decided it was time to seal the deal so I snuck around with Susie Satzman and designed her dream ring. Over her birthday, we spent a week at home in New Orleans at my parents’ camp. One morning while we were watching the sunrise over coffee and blueberry cake donuts, I decided that was the moment. I began acting super weird and insisted she put on cute pajamas (because I wanted a good picture) and she replied “What? No. Weirdo” it was 5:30 am. Our dog had hurt his paw and she kept trying to pay attention to him and I was trying to get her to pay attention to me! Finally I started my speech and she asks “are you proposing?” and I was like “oh my gosh no” as I pulled out the ring! At this point, Emerson is thoroughly confused, laughing, and crying. Regardless, SHE SAID YES and we celebrated that night at the place her parents got engaged.

Coordination/Rentals: Ooh! Events // Photographer + Videographer: Brooke Boyd Photo + Film // Floral: Out of the Garden // Invite Suite: Alaina Polander // Venue/Catering/Bar/Cake: Lowndes Grove // Emily’s dress: Jenny Yoo, from Wedding Belles Nola // Emerson’s dress: Sarah Seven Belmont dress, from Lovely Bride // Hair: Slate Bridal Hair + Make Up // Make Up: Marisa Warren, Sarah Early, Slate Bridal Hair + Make Up // Yoga Instructor: Isabel Groedel // Ceremony Music: Bespoke Strings // Band: Tyler Kitchen + The Right Pieces // Guests Transportation: ACW Limo // Getaway Transportation: Lowcountry Valet

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