#you can replace your head with a pumkin! | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

thestarsarebrightertonight · 5 days

Text

i can fix him (no really i can) // mattheo riddle x fem reader

playlist : i can fix him (no really i can) - taylor swift

summary : mattheo riddle is cold as ice , he always has been , so who are you to think you can fix him?

gryffindor reader , friends with golden trio , makes a bet , fluff , harry x reader platonic , swearing , honestly cringe but wtv

masterlist tppd series masterlist another mattheo fic!

you sat in the great hall staring ahead of you at a certain brown haired boy , eating his food silently surrounded by his chatty friends he didnt seem to pay any mind to. mattheo riddle. he had always intriuged you , you werent sure your curiousity was requited but you knew you liked him. a lot.

"you best not be looking at him again y/n" hermione sighed , sat opposite to you and in front of the slytherin table.

"hermione , ive liked him since first year are we still seriously asking this question every day." you pulled your eyes away from him , and looked at the girl with a teasing smile , knowing you were guilty of staring.

"gosh you really need to get over it , i mean what about dean he seems to really like you?" you both turned your heads to look at hermiones suggested replacement for mattheo , who was currently trying to turn his pumkin juice into water just with his eyes.

you scoffed and turned back to hermione , who looked defeated , "im sure the conversation would be great."

hermione ingorned your sarcasm and continued to argue , "mattheo isnt a good guy we both know this,"

"i can fix him," you winked at her teasingly as she scoffed , containing a laugh.

"arent you just our brave little bob the builder," harry joked , you and hermione being completely startled by his and rons prescence next to you both , eventhough theyd been there the whole time.

you laughed at him , attempting to defend your claim, "no really i can! ill fix him so hard that he gets mistaken for golden boy cedric!"

"this is starting to sound oddly sexua-" ron stated blandly before hermione slapped his arm , making him stop talking abruptly and clutch it.

"i dont believe you," hermione stated simply as you smirked at her.

"end of the week and he'll like me back or atleast talk to me," you stuck your hand out as she hesitated before shaking it muttering a disapproving , 'deal'.

looking at her smugly you let your eyes quickly wander to mattheo , only to see him staring right at you. this caused you to gasp and turn you whole body to face harry next to you , who looked at you in confusion.

holding a hand to harrys ear and whispering , "is he still staring at me" timidly.

harry looked , only to see a very threatening mattheo riddle stare back at him like he started the wizarding war.

"oh merlin no not at you , hes looking at me , not in a .... very nice way," harry whispered back as you refused to turn , nervous by your crush of years staring in your direction.

grabbing harrys arm with your two hands and shaking it with a small cry of terror harry turned back to you, "hes so hot even when he looks like he wants to kill you! id let him as long as he never changed that gorgeous face"

"wow great to know you value my life," harry muttered sarcastically as you laughed at him before slowly turning bcak to face hermione , avoiding looking in mattheos direction.

"well hermione its great to do business with you," you smiled at her as she grimaced at you.

"he is a person you know," she said sternly.

"i know , thats the problem! hes good looking hes smart AND hes a good person!" you sighed.

"well i dont know about one of those things-" ron started in disinterested grumble.

"thats why im doing this hermione! hes so perfect that a little bet is the motivation i need to actually talk to him!" you ranted to her.

she just looked back a you blankly , nodding along to what you said , too bored to argue back.

"anyways , did anyone do their herbology homework?" hermione asked all three of us.

ron let out a defeated sigh , "how many times hermione , not all of us have that little time turning watch thing , we cant do herbology because its at the same time as history of magic!"

"well , ronald , i apolagise that i forgot!...." hermiones arguing back faded into the background as your sudden realisation that you had just made an impossible bet sunk in.

no one can melt mattheo riddle , it is literally impossible.

what have you gotten yourself into.

-----

maybe it is possible! oh the Gods of luck had blessed you today.

Dumbledore just announced the triwizard tournament and from your oh so knowledgable friend hermione , you knew that a ball was involved in the triwizard tournament. maybe the fact harrys name came out the goblet wasnt so good but you had a plan! now this may seem ridiculous , the ball isnt until christmas! but...throughout the term youre doing practices , the first one on friday! two days from now!

and your great plan was to dance with mattheo in this practice, gain his interest , ask him to hogsmeade over the weekend and then BOOM , hes in love!! all by the end of the week!

as you recited your plan to your three friends they looked back at you , horrified.

"right and... you expect mattheo riddle to fall in love with you , in three days?" ron asked in pure confusion.

"well yeah thats what i just said," you said with a shrug.

"y/n you're really not that charismatic i dont think youve ever flirted with anyeone nevermind asked a boy to hogsmeade," hermione said , almost with sympathy for your pure delusion.

"you guys are cruel i think i can ..... i cant do it." you dropped your act of confidence.

your shoulder slouched as you lost all hopes of catching the boy of your dreams , the plan drifting into the forgotten corner of your mind.

the trio watched you lose all happiness and life and let out sighs , harry deciding to speak up , "y/n i think your plan could work. i mean your flirting will be ... raw and.... new". he spoke with uncertainty as he tried to speak in a way that was reassuring , eventhough he didnt believe a word he said.

"really?" you said with hope , looking up at him.

"sure!" he smiled .

"let me practice on you harry!" as you turned to him with an excited smile drowning out his words of declining your request.

you looked at him with your prettiest smile , shuffling closer than before and playing with your hair , "hey boy , want me to be your chosen one?"

you winked at him as he blushed a deep red and looked anywhere but at you.

ron laughed loudly at harrys panic , "that really made you flustered?!, fucking hell!"

ron howled with laughter as harry rubbed his neck , until you turned to ron with the same flirtatious smile , "i really like your hair , i heard gingers are rare - wanna be my one in a million?"

ron paused his laughter and looked at you with horror , "there is literally like 5 other gingers in this room right now-"

"and out of all of them , i chose you" you winked at him as he was left speechless.

"yeah shes kinda good," ron laughed.

"all i can say is good luck, " hermione stated as you smiled in victory.

meanwhile an extremely angered mattheo riddle stood up from the slytherin table and stormed out the hall , having seen your whole encouter with harry.

----

the next thing you knew , you were sat on a bench with all of your year group present , boys on one side , girls on the other. you clenched your shaking hands onto the bench on either side of you , staring directly forward and avoiding mattheo who was stood a few metres away from where you stared.

"you were so confident a few days ago why are you shaking?" hermione asked teasingly.

you snapped your head towards her with a hard glare , "im in no mood for teasing mione im gonna throw up."

she sighed , "just ask him to dance its not that bad y/n dont worry!"

"and if he says no?" you asked in panic.

"then he says no and you lose the bet , " she smiled.

"its...its not really about the bet mione i really like him , if he rejects me i dont think ill recover." you look down at your lap as your leg bounces.

"oh give over! theres about 5 people i can see right now , staring at you , itching to dance with you," she nodded her head in the direction of a group of ravenclaws staring at you as you cringed internally , "and... ha it looks like mattheos seen them too!" she teasingly whsipered in a sing-song voice.

you gave her a confused look before turning to see mattheo , who was actually throwing a deathly glare at the boys who were staring at you.

"theyre probably looking at you mione," you sulked as she went to argue back , interrupted by Mcgonagall walking into the room.

"silence!" she started as you drowned out her words for the next 5 minutes , only tuning back in when she made ron dance with her , laughing hysterically at him.

after a few minutes of rons awkward dancing she urged everyone to join in , everyone hesitated and stayed seated until - to everyones -suprise mattheo was the first person to walk forward with a confident stride to our side of the room , coming straight towards......you?!!

you made eye contact with him and held a hopeful smile until daphne stood infront of him, blocking your view of him and stopping him in his tracks . he tried to get past her until she whispered something to him , making him stop and put his hand on her waist , beginning to dance as everyone else seemed to do the same.

but you remained in your seat , motified by the sight of the boy you liked dancing with one of the prettiest girls in your year , right infront of you.

hermione rested her hand on your shoulder sympathetically before being dragged away by a guy shes friends with in ravenclaw.

you sat in silence until a hand came into your view , held out to you. following up the arm the hand was attached to you finally reached harrys smiling face.

"he sucks anyway , dance with me instead?" he smiled as you allow you sadness to fade slightly , nodding and grabbing harrys hand allowing yourself to be pulled into the middle of the floor , about two metres from where mattheo and daphne danced.

"thanks harry," you said softly as you rested your arms around his neck , his hands resting on your waist.

"no worries, theres no other girl id rather dance with in this room."

"asides from cho chang but ill let you have it because she isnt technically in the room," as you laughed at his flustered face.

"hows ron after dancing with-" you started.

"oh hes horrified , dont worry ill make sure to bring that up for the rest of his life. im sure fred and george will too when i tell them," you both laughed together , letting yourself feel the meloncholia leave.

"i-" you began before being cut off by a sudden presence stood next to you and harry.

turning to look at who had created the shadow inbetween you , you were just as horrified as ron was to see mattheo stood there looking at you.

"can we dance?" he said sternly , not sparing a single glance at harry who had let go of your waist.

"but you were dancing with daphne-"

"i just danced with her whilst draco mustered up the courage to ask her himself , she didnt want to have no one to dance with. i wanted to dance with you." he said with zero hesitation , only breaking eye contact to glance at your arms still behind harrys neck , making you drop them quickly.

"s-...sure" he didnt wait to grab your hand and bring you towards him , resting his hands on your hips and shoving harry out the way with his side.

you felt the blood rush up to your cheeks , hesitantly bringing your arms around his neck and swaying to the music with him , falling into step with everyone else.

he pulled you in closer , his expression becoming softer as harry was gone and it was just you.

"why did you want to dance with me?" you asked so softly it was almost a whisper , a low exchange between two unknowingly requited lovers.

"why wouldnt i?" he paused , a so small - it was almost not visible -smile gracing his lips , "youre interesting."

"how so?" you laughed.

he laughed too before replying , "i dont know im..drawn to you. i have been since first year , i guess i just never acted on it till now."

"why?..."

he paused , "well you like potter dont you? and i dont know if you realise this but every guy here wants to be with you , theyre just too scared and i guess i was too."

you looked at him with pure confusion , "i dont not like harry , hes my best friend!"

he laughed , "well considering you left him to dance with me i think i know that now."

you smiled up at him , admiring every feature you hadnt seen before from your distant pining. from his deep brown eyes to how perfect his curls layed on his head , the small scar across his eyebrow and the so faint freckles that you can only see them at this close proximity.

"i think youre interesting too," he smiled at your words as you left the first sign of your requited feelings , "i dont know you well but ive always liked you. at first it was just because youre hot - but now its much more! youre cold to everyone but i can tell youre probably really nice, and youre so passionate during quidditch matches , and youre so smart which is really suprising considering you only show up to the lessons we share- oh. oh!" you rambled as you realised how obvious his signs were this whole time.

he laughed at you a very light pink painting itself across his cheeks , "yeah , oh."

you looked down sheepishly until his soft voice caught your attention again, "well i guess a trip to hogsmeade has been due for quite a while then?"

you grinned at him nodding your head in excitement , "definetly!"

as you and mattheo continued to sway and talk about everything you could think of - harry , ron and hermione stood in the corner of the room.

"fuck off she actually did it!!" ron said in pure suprise.

"ive never seen mattheo riddle smile before," harry commented before turning to a happy hermione , "you owe her five chocolate bars."

645 notes · View notes

thearcana-junkie · 4 years

Note

Hi! If that's okay can i request Asra with a psychic apprentiece/MC? I have lots of ideas but not the skills tro write them hdjshsis

Took me a second to realize you said Psychic (As in see’s the future) and not Psychotic as in; Insane. Haha! Bid dumb on my part. Anyway—

It’s completely unedited, my wrist hurt to much from writing.

Main Six With A Psychic MC

—Nadia—

You had a vivid nightmare one night— Nadia was ubducted by men in theif clothing. When you woke up you sat there for a moment before shrugging the dream off, after all who doesn’t have nightmares of loosing their loved ones? You continued the day and forgot about it.

That is until Nadia mentioned going into town for some fresh air, this was normal, every once in a while she’d feel smithed by the constant aid of her staff at her beck and call so she’d escape to see her beautiful city.

However something didn’t sit right with you, you tried giving her every reason under the sun for her not to go out— all ranging from “If you want some fresh air we could go outside and have a picknik.” To the extreme “Nadia! I don’t think you should go out in your condition, you look pale!”

All of which Nadia gave simple resatlutions to. “well we could but alternatively we could dine at some of the little rest runts you’ve told me about by dear.” “What are you going on about?? I feel fine, i look fine— Why don’t you want me to go into town??”

YOu broke down and told her about the dream and the sinking feelings. Magic was magic— it worked in very mysterious ways, after all she herself wasn’t a stranger to visions. She thought it over, if this dream was indeed a vision she couldn’t let the insueing crime go unpunished so she made a proposition. “We‘ll go out for dinner but we’ll go he other route into town. I’ll send a decoy carriage thats exsacly how you describe on the route you had in your dream. If anything happens the guards in the carriage will handle it and we’ll still have a lovely day out.” She hummed happily. YOu agreed and had your date. Needless to say you were right and the decoy was attacked— the men were captured.

Nadia takes strange feelings and weird dreams very seriously. She knows you’d never cry wolf on her safety— even if your just worried.

—Asra—

Now that you were back in his life he was so very happy!

He knew when he started teaching you about magic again that you had deffinately gotten stronger— His thoughts confirmed when you defeated the devil something no one had ever done before. However he never suspected psychic abilities to be added to the list.

You started having very vivid dreams, it started with just little small weird ones you’d mentioned here and there. Asra took it as merely a coincidence that the baker would be out of his famous pumpkin bread after you mentioned earlier that morning something along the lines of “Hey i had the weirdest dream! The baker ran out of pumpkin bread, he never runs out of pumpkin bread... Maybe i was dreaming about that because WE’VE run out of pumkin bread— which by the way could you be a dear and get some while your out??”

Then it wasn’t just dreams. While walking around the market with Nadia— Nadia exscused herself to go look at something she figured you and Asra weren’t interested in so she’d do it by herself. However you insisted that you and Asra join her because it was the ‘friendly thing to do.’ The three of you were jumped in an assasination attempt on Nadia— the only way it was avoided was because the two most powerful magicians happened to be there at her side, When Nadia asked how you knew to insist on coming with her to keep her safe you simply put; “I had a feeling...”

Asra pieced the prices together. It was never mentioned but you and your group of friends all siliently acknolaged the fact you were psychic and they took your vivid dreams or sudden feelings serious.

—Julian—

Julian was awoken one night from your loud whimpers. When he rolled over he saw you grasping at your pillow and drenched in a cold sweat. Just as he was about to shake you awake your eyes snapped open and filled with tears. “Darling— Darling what happened? It’s okay, its okay, okay?” Julian was just about as frantic as you were when you hugged him.

You describe your horriable nightmare; Julian was in an alley not to far from the rowdy raven, the alley was so small that with his legs laying stretched out in front of him his foot laid flat against the wall he faced, he was putting pressure on a gash in his abdomen. Julian sat there groggily laying his head against the brick wall he was propped up against. You knew that, though the bar was close, it wasn’t close enough for him to walk at the rate he was bleeding and the place you both shared was even further.

Julain hugged you tightly while quietly comforting you. In his mind he chocked it up to the memory of when he saved you from the vampire eel’s in the alley way, the memory turning itself into a nasty nightmare retelling for your own torture. He hated that you had to deal with that, Just as he was about to suggest getting up for the day so you didn’t have to go back to sleep and risk having another nightmare (A habit he had picked up from those sleepless nights he had before he met you) He noticed your quiet whimpers had stoped— replaced by a soft snore. He smiled and laid you down before snuggling next to you. You held onto his hand like a lifeline while you slept. (He stayed awake a little longer to make sure you weren’t going to have another nightmare.)

A few nights later Julian grabbed his jacket with a sigh off the hanger. It was like a weekly ritual that he’d go to the Rowdy Raven to have fun before coming back to a romantic bath with you however tonight he looked less then ecstatic when he pulled on his leather jacket. You and him weren’t fighting really, more like arguing. You didn’t want to go because of the dream you had nights before— However Julian being the ever educated man he is he firmly believed that it was just a normal bad memory twisting itself into a nightmare. “Julian, It was different though! You didn’t have the mark, you weren’t wet from the drain, it wasn’t even the same alley or even the place on your body as the eel bite—“ You continued on in a frustrated manner as you followed him. You’d been following him to get him to change his mind ever since he got up that morning. Julian tuned around quickly to you. “Darling!” Julian exclaimed loudly to get your attention all while letting a little anger slip into his tone, this quickly quieted you since he never normally yelled especially at you. He let out an exsasperated sigh as he cupped your face gently with his hands. “There’s no way a person can predict the future, I’ll be fine, it was just a bad dream and your just getting worried over it. Now— I love you, i swear I do, and I promise I’ll be careful.” Julian reasoned softly before he gave you a quick kiss to your lips. When he pulled away and you still looked worried, possiably even more so, he frowned a little. “A-And, If I’m not back by 11 on the dot you have my full permission to send the Calvary after me to drag me home.” He smiled a little as if to coax you to a smile as well. “Okay.” You mumbled while a soft smile played on your lips.

He hadn’t even been gone but half an hour when that nagging feeling of danger came creeping up your neck yet again. For the first five minutes or so you tried to shake it off as you just being worried but when it didn’t budge you took Asra’s advice; “If you ever have a feeling, don’t ignore it.” So you headed out the raven. Along the way you came upon a familiar place, on familiar cause you’d been there before but familiar because you’d SEEN it somewhere. Your dream, the particular spot you were standing on was just in the foreground of your dream, it was just as lifeless as in the vision. You started looking for the alley way until you found it, you peeked into it to see just what you’d seen in your nightmare. Julian streatched out across the alley way, granted he wasn’t as groggy or bloody as you remember— maybe you’d gotten there sooner then in your dream? He grunted softly while pressing onto the wound, his voice startled you out of your thoughts. Honestly he wasn’t too surprised to see you when you ran over to him to help heal him. That you could do. “How’d this even happen!?” You snapped at him, “Being overly heroic.” Julian laughed out through the pain, he could tell you were mad that he hadn’t taken you seriously.

Now at home, all cleaned up and healed, Julian Devorak set’s out to apologize by making you feel like you’ve gone to heaven. He makes a mental note that not everybody is as paranoid as him and that when you say somethings off he should most deffinately take your word for it.

—Muriel—

You and Muriel were out in town with your friends. Everything was going smoothly— well as smoothly as normal with Julian trying desperately to befriend Muriel, Nadia who wanted to do so many things ranging from walking in townsquar to having dinner despite Muriel wanting to go home. Asra constantly stopping at every stall that caught his eye or roped in by a salesman when he himself knew Muriel hated being in the VERY public stalls. However what made all of this bareable was you who held his hand tightly and periodically checked in on him or helped him out by steering everyone away from certain things or distracting Julian. Well that and the fact that this only happened once in a blue moon. Sure he’d come out with you to get the things they didn’t have at home or to visit Asra but the whole group only ever came out to town together once a month since everyone was always so busy.

everything was normal, Muriel trudged behind everyone with you beside him, or at least you were beside him until you came to a dead stop. While everyone else continued their meaningless banter Muriel turned to see what had caught you eye, only to see you staring blankly forward. “(Y/n)?? ...Can you hear me?” Muriel asked as he waved a hand in front of your face. This was new, you’d never done anything like this before or even remotely similar. Suddenly you blinked and looked around as if you didn’t know where you had been. Asra picked up on the strange feeling and turned to see what was up, this gained Nadia and Julians attention as well. “Hey what’s up?” Julian asked with a raised brow as him and the rest closed in on you.

Your features flooded with fear, “Something bad’s going to happen...” You said quietly, “What? Like you have a bad feeling??” Julian asked, You shook your head. “You.. You saw something?” Asra questioned further, you nodded harshly. “what’d you see?” Nadia asked curiously. Your eyebrows knitted together in concentration before you finally formed an answer; “Fire and... Feathers?” You questioned yourself as you thought back on your vision. Muriel stayed out of the conversation while your freinds asked more questions you couldn’t give straight answers for, you looked up when he felt something splash him. The sky was getting dark, not from nightfall but from a very dark cloud. Before he could even draw attention to it a loud roll of thunder downpour of water did it for him.

Suddenly the pieces clicked in your head when the sky flashed white. “Oh gods! The hut! We have to get home!!” You exclaimed, muriel and Asra seemed to come to the same conclusion you did as evident when you three took off towards the forest in the heavy rain. Nadia stayed behind to call for a carriage but julian followed as well cluelessly.

Just as most of you suspected; when you reached the hut everything was engulfed in flames due to lightening from the first rain of the dry season striking the dry leaves. IT was impossiable to put out a fire this size so you all settled on looking for the chickens and Inanna

LUckily the hunt was finished quickly when Muriel called for her, she answered back quickly. Julian found her hiding under a damp bush to hide from the fire— along with her was the baby chicks and two chickens. It was a small portion of the chickens you and Muriel had but apparently it was all she could save from the chicken hut that was also engulfed in flames. Inanna was burned but the chickens all seemed fine. Muriel carried the large wolf carefully, you carried all the baby chicks, and Julian carried the two hens out of the forest to safety. Nadia was waiting at the forest edge with a big carriage for all of you to get into.

Nadia took everyone back to the palace for the night. You felt horriable about Muriels hut but he didn’t;t seem to mind all the much. To keep your mind off it everyone talked about how crazy it was you had a vison. “Yeah... I feel bad— maybe if i had pieced it together faster we could have saved the hut.” You frowned. “...It’s fine... You can;t stop lightning, If it wasn’t for you the chickens and Inanna wouldn’t have made it out. “ Muriel said quietly from where he sat in the big room. “But aren’t you a little upset about all your stuff?” You questioned. Muriel blushed and shook his head— He wouldn’t ever say it out loud, but as long as you and the animals were okay thats all he cared about.

—Portia—

Portia teased you for having a ‘psychic’ ability when she noticed you’d alway steer her out of danger or move a specific chair so she wouldn’t bump into it later that day. You played it off as you just cleaning up and knowing her well enough to know when she was about to hit something or fall over something.

One day portia was cleaning Lucio’s wing with the other servants. You had been Nadia and Asra all day. POrtia was carrying a big stack of laundry down the stairs, she slipped on one of the last steps only to be caught by you. “Hey!... wait, what are you doing here?” She asked while looking up at you. “Ah well...” You smiled, “They insisted on coming this way.” Asra hummed.

Portias eyes sparkled as she gasped, you knew what was coming. “So you ARE psychic!!!” Portia laughed, “No i just.. I just wanted to go this way and i saw you carrying that hazard.” You made up some exscuse. POrtia didn’t believe it though.

For the next few days she would follow you around secretly.

She found out that you not only protected her from danger but the rest of your freinds as well. Stopping them before a servant with a stack of clothes came around the corner suddenly, telling them it’d be better to stay and have tea with the rest instead of going to the rowdy raven, even going as far as to hide muriel and Julian when Lucio would pop into the room randomly while looking for one of them for some stupid matter. But none of this was ample cause to accuse you of lying to her about not being psychic.

In defeat she sat by the fountain one evening. “Your looking rather down for soemone who’s naturally bouncing off the walls.” Asra’s voice hummed. “Ive been trying to catch (y/n) doing their psychic thing so they’d finally tell me but so far its not really working out...” Portia sighed, asra sat on the fountain with a smile. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, They are.” Asra hummed, Portia shot up. “I KNEW IT!! But why did they lie??” She exclaimed then questioned. “Well, they don’t like people to know. If everyone knew then they’d be coming to them all over for stupid reasons and they’d be cautious over everything.” Asra explained, “buuut the rest of the group knows.” She huffed, “Yes... But not because they told them. Because of experience and because they come to me and I tell them. (Y/n) Doesn’t know they know.” Asra said softly. Portia thought for a moment before thanking him and continuing with her day.

She doesn’t let you know that she knows and she doesn’t push the subject anymore. It’s just like a silient acknolagment.

—Lucio—

Lucio loved magic, especially your magic! But he had to admit— Being able to tell the future just seemed a little impossiable but he did trust you.

So when you told him you didn’t want him out because of a bad feeling you had he laughed and shrugged it off by pridefully saying “Your just being a worry wart my dove! Or perhaps your jealous I’ll pick up some escort?? No need to fear my love, i love you and you only.” Lucio smirked playfully. You seemed agitated that he dismissed it so easily, this hadn’t been the first time he’d ignored your feelings like this.

Normally he blamed it on a coincidence, bad timing, you over heard it while you were half asleep. BUt that didn’t mean bad things still didn’t happen.

And even now when you were so advently telling him not to go— Ha! You telling the count what to do?! The mere thought of being bossed around, even for safety, made his blood boil.

YOu were both angry when he left to do what he pleased. even so, the thought of you being so concerned for his wellbeing that you’d start fighting with him was really off putting for Lucio... He took a sword if not to just calm his worries you’d put in his head.

“someone’s going to kill you! Why don’t you just listen to me damn it!?” Your voice creeped into his mind as he walked in the dark. “You were walking down the main street.” You tried remembering exactly everything you said as he walked the path you mentioned. You couldn’t possiably know what was going to happen! He refused to believe he’d just had a fight for no reason. “There was a loud click and a machine— one I’ve never seen before. It could fit in your hand and shot something like an arrow but small.” Thats just Crazy!

Click

Lucio heard it like a bell in a quiet room, maybe it wasn’t so crazy. “It hit you in the head.” Lucio remember your quivering voice as if you had scene it first hand.

His metal arm flew in front of his face just before a bang similar to a firework went off followed by a loud THINK as the bullet from the shadows ricocheted off Lucio’s golden arm.

He’d be damned it he died like this.

#Headcanon #headcanons #the arcana asra #the arcana julian #the arcana portia #the arcana nadia #the arcana lucio #the arcana muriel

39 notes · View notes

vex-bittys · 5 years

Photo

Maybe you remember the ask about the favourite heros/villans of the bittys so.. me and my papyton Sirius planed something for the bitties in the shop~

We prepared some of the Cosplays in wich we want to visit the lamias in the shop on Halloween! We have different cosplay so we could change to show as much as we can and play a bit with them. at the end Sirius could show up as the Pumkin King Jack Skellington to give some Candys to the bittys. I really hope they will enjoy this little surprise~

(submitted by @lyranekota)

Link to the ask about favorite heroes and villains

It is Halloween Day, and the Lamia Bittybones Adoption Center is in complete chaos. Edgar is allowing the older hatchlings to take part in the festivities, but the little beepers and peepers are safely tucked away in the nursery with the door firmly closed to keep them from being frightened.

Vex keeps putting up decorations in an attempt to create a Halloween mood, but her efforts are thwarted at every turn. She placed a line of fake rats along the windowsill, but the Mambas hunted them to extinction along with the bats dangling from the ceiling. Fake cobwebs were quickly swept away by neat and tidy Papythons.

Vex tried hanging Halloween-colored lights in orange and purple, but they inexplicably ended up inside of the Commander nest. Vex asked for them back, but since she wasn’t on the guest list for the exclusive Commander Gang Halloween Party, Belle refused to let her in. Exasperated, Vex hung up last minute crepe paper streamers, but Corals couldn’t resist the texture of the crinkled paper, and the decorations were quickly torn away and hidden in various hoards around the shop.

Fortunately, Vex didn’t have to worry about the candy for the party. Decoy candy bowls had been placed throughout the shop that morning to lure the lamias away from the real stash- locked away in Vex’s filing cabinet drawer. Sure enough as the day progressed, brightly colored Japanese candies vanished into the Commander nest. The Laffy Taffy bowl could be seen upended near the anti-venom fridge.

Corals feigned indifference, but every few seconds a quick little hand darted into a bowl of salted caramels and pocketed a few. The Mambas eagerly collected their bowl of super sour candies, looking forward to the puckered mouth and swollen tongue sensation only to find that some prankster Cornies had removed all of the sour candies from the wrappers and replaced them with rocks!

Even poor Honey the Pappy puppypapri has been tricked! The older hatchlings convinced him that he needed to restock the filing cabinet, and when he unlocked the bottom drawer, they absconded with the candy! Now they are all in the infirmary with tummy aches being tutted at by the Nurse Papythons for eating too many sweets!

The holiday seems destined to dissolve into pandemonium when you show up to save the day with your Papython Sirius and a series of entertaining and impressive cosplays. The shop falls silent, and lamia bittybones crowd around when you come through the door dressed as Toothless and Hiccup. Mambas cheer to see their favorite dragon hero and his human friend paying them a visit.

Edgar peeks out of the nursery and sees that your outfits are very hatchling friendly, so he leads the baby lamias out of the nursery to watch the show. Adult lamia move aside to give the little ones the best viewing spots. Larger full-sized Kings let the smallest babies perch atop their heads.

Even Butter is allowed out of the nest to participate in the festivities. He’s not entirely sure what’s going on because it’s his first Halloween, but he yells BOO! a lot since it seems like the thing to do. Each time he BOOs, the Kings flare their hoods in mock fright, making baby Butter giggle. You take advantage of the distraction to change outfits in a room in the nursery, emerging next as Lilo and Stitch.

The Corals go crazy. They point and cheer, completely forgetting that they are supposed to be too cool and tough to enjoy cosplays of their favorite character. Several of them hold up crayon drawings showing their badness levels which they estimate to be unusually high for lamias of their size (claims of badness are greatly exaggerated).

All of the lamias are impressed by the Coco character cosplays; they love skeleton characters. Of course every Honey Bo in the shop recognizes Miguel and Hector. Despite the lamias not having feet, the Honey Bos have found a collection of slippers and flip-flops to shake at Ernesto. After Ernesto’s “retreat” (for an outfit change), the Honey Bos slither around proudly.

The sight of the next characters- Sonic and Amy- sets off a flurry of activity in the shop. A whirlwind of Pygmies zoom in excited circles around their heroes, showing off their own magnificent speed. A friendly and helpful Chain tosses some gold-colored rings into the air, and the Pygmies leap and backflip to catch them, presenting them to Sonic (and a few, blushingly, to Amy).

The grand finale makes the crowd go wild. Of course every lamia bitty has seen The Nightmare Before Christmas! Kings, Papythons, and Mambas alike all love Jack Skellington’s impeccable style. A whisper of “pretty” travels through the crowd as they admire your Sally cosplay. Hearing all of the cheering, Butter slithers forward to insert himself into the commotion. The crowd goes silent, wondering what he will do.

“BOO,” shouts Butter at Sirius. Apparently he wants to challenge this strange skeleton lamia in the only way he knows how. Always a good sport, Sirius crouches down to Butter’s eye level.

“It looks like we have a new Pumpkin King,” he declares to deafening applause. Sirius glances quickly at Syrup, who nods. Sirius scoops up baby Butter and holds him high while the other lamias chant “Pumpkin King!” Butter wiggles with joy at the attention and ends up falling asleep in Sirius’ arms, tired out from all of the excitement.

Happy Halloween!

48 notes · View notes

meteora-fc · 6 years

Text

Crazy quotes from this weeks Raw☆30/10/17

•"The virus that seems to be plaguing our roster."- Stephanie McMahon.

•"Bitch get your ass down!"- Samoa Joe to Apollo Crews mid match.

•Booker:"Titus has been teaching these guys, man." Michael:"What to tap out?" Booker:"Yes."

•Michael:"Are you in the Miztourage now?" Corey:"No I am not but I wouldn't be opposed to it. It's not a bad way to live Cole."

•"We can easily replace her with anyone from the Mae Young classic. In fact, we can probably just dig up Mae."- Alexa Bliss about Mickie James.

•"Sometimes I have dreams about walking down a beach with Asuka, then I realise that I'm running in terror."- Corey Graves.

•"Finn might be a bit of a loner."- Corey Graves about Finn Balor.

•"His heart is as thick as Texas."- Booker T about Finn Balor.

•"Not pumkin guts. God no!"- Corey Graves.

•"I'm really impressed that Chad 2 Badd's shades have still not left his head. That's the real victory in this one."- Corey Graves.

•"Right into the skeleton. That was boney..."- Michael Cole.

•"The only guy in a worse state than him is Joe Flacco(Baltimore Ravens quarterback)."- Elias.

•"If Elias had kids I bet they'd have hooves."- Corey Graves.

•"I refuse to let that demogorgon freak take me to the upside down."- The Miz about Braun Strowman.

43 notes · View notes

lifewithjessi101 · 4 years

Text

Reasons to be Happy in this Time of Uncertainty

The world we know has been turned upside down, but this is not a time to fret or worry. There are so many reasons to stay positive, even during such a negative time. Here is a list I have complied with positives even though we are in uncertain times.

Getting to spend more time with immediate family: This is a big one for almost everyone right now, myself included. My immediate family has gotten really close during this time. We have had family dinners and even got together to make over 100 face masks. Mom and I have played board games for hours during the evenings. Our record right now is playing Dominos for four hours straight.

The nice weather and more time for adventures outside: We are very lucky that this pandemic hit during spring and not winter! We would all go stir crazy if it did. The shifting of the seasons has brought in beautiful flowers and sunny days that are sure to lift our spirits.

Alone time you never had before: I have been loving the extra alone time this pandemic has brought. I get more time to journal and relax. Before this pandemic hit my relaxing time was really late at night after everything was done but now I can take a whole day to relax.

Having the time to clean, organize, or start new projects around the house: This has been the biggest one for my mom. She has been organizing and cleaning the house almost every day for the last month. I have also had the time to clean out my many closets, reorganize my room, and help her around the house when she needs it.

Having yourself and family healthy: Every day that you and your family are healthy is a blessing. This should be the number one reason to stay positive!

Getting to spend more time with pets: We all know that pets are thriving during this time. Pumkin has especially liked that both mom and I are home every day. She gets more cuddles, treats, walks, pretty much whatever she wants. If she wasn’t spoiled enough before she is at the 100% mark now.

Spending more time with that special someone: Being quarantined with that special someone should always put a smile on your face. Unless he or she is driving you absolutely crazy, then you might want to reconsider your options. I’m sure everyone is learning a lot about one another during this time, it’s a make or breaks the relationship time.

Getting to binge watch that new show or movie: I’m not a huge TV watcher but I have taken a couple of days to myself to watch Netflix all day. The fourth season of Riverdale came out, the show Outerbanks, the movie 365 Days, and many more titles. This is a great distraction fit for anyone. Today with multiple streaming services and series to choose from there is something for everyone.

More time for new hobbies such as reading, crafting, and baking: Reading and crafting have been huge for me during this time. I have finished multiple book series and started new books. I try to craft for an hour or two a day, it’s a great relaxor.

Starting new healthy habits such as exercising and meal prepping: Many people have started waking more with this pandemic. It’s a chance to get out of the house but following CDC guidelines.

Videoing calling friends and family farther away: If we didn’t have technology during this time we would be sunk. Thanks to Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, Facetime, and Zoom we can stay up to date with friends and family around the country or even down the road.

Getting to sleep in: This is my personal favorite. Who doesn’t love sleeping in and replacing their sleep schedule? Naps are also a good stress reliever or restoration during this time.

Eventually, it will be over: If all else fails there is this thought to keep in the back of your head for positivity. In the end, it will all eventually be over no matter how long it takes.

While this time might be hard I think we have all learned a few lessons through it. Not to take things for granted and to cherish these memories we all are making at home together. Stay safe and healthy out there babes!

#lifestyleblog #lifewithjessi101 #blogbabe #pandemic #happiness

0 notes

dartlekey · 7 years

Text

A Tale of Things Lost

Also on AO3 Rating: T Pairings: Takenaka Momozou/Inukawa Mameta, Background Gouda Musashi/Onigawara Tenga Warnings/Triggers: PTSD, Trauma, Panic Attacks, Partial Amnesia Summary: Inukawa returns to earth with a broken spirit. Takenaka finds a use for the tool he never asked for. Perhaps, they are fixing each other... Or maybe just dishing out salt and sass via bad jokes. It's hard to tell sometimes. Notes: Because this is a rarepair that's not explored enough, and because with the big scary arc looming the fandom collectively forgot what Inukawa's been through. Weekly updates.

Also, manga spoilers for everything between Chapter 98 and 100.1

Chapter One: Memory

Exactly thirteen days after their alien encounter, Takenaka fell out of his chair while sitting with the telepathy club.

Well, technically it wasn't his chair, it was Inukawa’s. Each member of the club had their own chair that they always sat in; an outsider wouldn't have been able to tell the difference but the five - no, four - of them each knew the creaks and shifts of their chairs better than their time table. Months spent lounging, chatting and gaming in the rickety stools had seen each member gravitate towards and eventually settle in their favourite chair - however, in a rush of petty vindictiveness, they'd burned Takenaka’s after he quit the club. Now that he'd started to hang out with them again, he'd simply taken over Inukawa’s conveniently empty chair.

He however hated that chair with a passion. Because the front left leg was just a bit shorter than the others and thus made the chair tilt whenever he shifted, because the back was too curved and made him slouch in a way that was definitely unhealthy, because the seat had a small chip that his pants kept snagging on...

At least, those were the reasons he could bear thinking about. Easier on the mind than the feeling of wrongness he got from sitting in anothers’ place, of trying to replace someone who couldn’t simply be replaced; easier than the gaping hole left in the group by Inukawa’s absence. Easier than the crushing guilt that had kept Takenaka awake until late at night for the last two weeks.

In short, he disliked the chair because it was Inukawa’s - in fact, the only thing keeping him from sitting on the floor was his pride, and even that was shrinking by the day...

Don't think about him, Takenaka reminded himself and turned up the volume of his MP3 player. He'll be fine; Inukawa is smart and resourceful, plus he's always had that knack for languages. If he wants to come back, he'll make the aliens return him. If he wants to stay, he'll stay. Either way, there's nothing you can do.

But so many things I could have done…

“...naka. Oi, Takenaka!”

Takenaka's head jerked up and he frowned at the sight of Tome glowering down at him.

“What?”, he asked, pulling his headphones out of his ears and already searching for his normal plugs. “I said,” Tome grumbled, “we're out of snacks and it's your turn to buy new ones. I already told you yesterday, Wednesday is - was - Inukawa’s turn. Hop to it, space pumkin.”

Takenaka rolled his eyes, stretching out his aching back. “Honestly, the amount of snacks you go through is insane. I’m amazed that you even-”

Now I just gotta tell the club. I wonder if they missed me...

With a clatter, Takenaka fell from his chair. The other members immediately crowded around him with worry, but Takenaka pushed them aside roughly. “He - he's back!”, he stuttered out, then stumbled towards the door.

Which was already sliding open. In the doorway stood Inukawa, wearing his school uniform and looking as if he'd never left.

For a moment, everyone stood frozen - although their thoughts jumped back and forth so erratically that Takenaka felt a sharp stinging pain behind his eyes. Then Tome rushed forwards and caught Inukawa in a bone crushing hug. “Oh my God, Mameta! What took you so long?”

That seemed to break the spell, because suddenly the whole club was clustered around their estranged member and bombarding him with questions, exclamations and teary-eyed hugs.

Takenaka watched from the side, unable to do anything except mechanically push his plugs into his ears, immediately blocking out about half the clamor. He breathed in deeply, gathering himself, and clenched his hands to stop them from shaking. Then he said, as nonchalantly as he could, “Geez guys, give him some space. Calm down and let him sit, he can still tell us about his adventure then.”

Inukawa looked up with surprise, but then smiled at him gratefully. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

The others immediately made some space, and so they sat at the table, Takenaka pulling over a weight bench to sit on (and immediately wondering why he hadn’t thought of that before).

“I guess I should start at day one? Well, after they took me to their planet-”

Takenaka listened to the story like the others - meaning, using only his ears, not his powers. Part of that was simple politeness; it seemed rude, reading everything... surely there would be moments of his trip that Inukawa wanted to treasure only by himself.

Part of it was Takenaka being afraid of what he’d find. Because he recognized the empty look in Inukawa’s eyes, the edge to his smile; the way his laugh seemed just slightly too loud. Takenaka had seen these things too often in the mirror not to recognize what they meant…

Inukawa had experienced soul-crushing loneliness, the way you can only feel when you’re truly different from your surroundings. And Takenaka was not ready to break down in front of the telepathy club from listening to another’s emotions.

It was an interesting story anyway; tales of banquets and fights and food and friendship kept the club members glued to their seats for an entire hour - then Tome and Kijibayashi excused themselves in order to study for finals, and promised to come back the next day to continue the conversation.

Tome stopped though, before leaving, and ruffled Inukawa’s hair. “Glad to see you’re still the same old Inukawa. It would have been lame if you hadn’t come back.” Takenaka didn’t even know what to say to such blindness. Same old? Inukawa was back, for sure, but any close observer could tell he definitely wasn’t the same.

Saruta looked from Inukawa to Takenaka and stood up. “I think I'll be going as well, if that's okay. I still wanted to check out a new comic book store at the station, and they close soon... “

“Yeah, I guess we should all call it a day,” Inukawa agreed, stretching until his back made a cracking sound. “I'm still gonna be here tomorrow, haha.”

He got up and went to follow Saruta, but Takenaka snapped to his senses and quickly said, “Ah, Inukawa? Could I talk to you for a sec?”

“Huh? But we just-” Inukawa fell silent as his gaze jumped to Saruta’s and Tome’s receding backs and then back to Takenaka’s hesitant expression. “Ah, yeah, sure.”

Takenaka licked his lips nervously, then pulled out his earplugs. For this, he didn't want any lies or misreadings, only Inukawa’s honest opinion. If he was going to catch Inukawas feelings - then that was a risk he was willing to take.

As the others’ thoughts disappeared down the corridor, Takenaka stepped closer to Inukawa and told him, “Look - I'm really, really sorry about leaving you. I… it was so difficult, deciphering their thoughts, their thinking patterns are so different from humans - by the time I realized what they were doing I couldn't… ah, what am I saying.

“I reacted too slowly - I should've been faster, and I'm truly sorry. I'm not trying to guilt you into forgiving me, I just wanted you to know that... “

He trailed off, surprised, at the immediate (mental) answer. “Wait… you don't blame me? But -”

“It was an accident,” Inukawa said dismissively. “Stuff like that happens pretty much on all trips, I was just unlucky enough to catch the worst possible outcome ever - I'm kidding,” he hastily corrected at Takenaka’s worried expression, “it wasn't that bad... “

But it was, despite all the laughs and happy tales from before; it had been awful. Just saying it made Inukawa’s feelings surface, and so Takenaka felt the still-living echo of what Inukawa had gone through - the full and utterly crushing loneliness, the devastation and hopelessness and pain that Inukawa had endured… and was still enduring. Because emotions like that don't disappear in a day, and wounds like that take time to close.

Inukawa tried to pull out quickly, to re-seal his feelings and switch topics, but Takenaka put a hand on his arm. “Hey. Don’t - you won’t heal if you keep repressing like that. It’s unhealthy.”

Inukawa pulled his arm away, frowning. “It works for Mob.”

“He also has a cryptid entity living in his subconscious that tears down the city if he gets too emotional,” Takenaka deadpanned. “You’re not okay and you need help.”

“Well, what do you expect me to do?”, Inukawa responded with unexpected sharpness. “Walk up to a psychiatrist and say, ‘hey, I was kidnapped by aliens and now I need therapy’?”

“Gee, maybe,” Takenaka snapped, “Sure sounds smarter than just trusting someone who’s felt alienated from society since he was five? I know what you’re feeling, and not just because I can read your heart.”

Inukawa fell silent at that, guilty thoughts whizzing around inside his head. “But that's not - not all of it. At least, it'd be easier. I mean…”

He didn’t finish his sentence out loud, but Takenaka heard anyway. “You don’t… remember all of it?”

Inukawa shook his head. “My memory of the last four days of my stay is extremely blurry. The only reason I even remember the first six is because I kept a diary during that time. When I reread it yesterday, it awoke those memories… but the rest is still gone. I don’t even know how I got home; my memory starts at walking towards my house three days ago. But somehow, despite that, or maybe because of that, my emotions have remained from day one.”

He swallowed and looked to the side. “You can see it, right? How I feel, all of it. How afraid I am. I've felt lonely and disconnected before, but never this bad, and never this long... What if I don't regain all of my memories, and have to stay like this forever? And what if I do regain my memories, but it changes nothing’?”

He breathed in deeply and Takenaka felt him actively pushing down the bubbling mess of loneliness and anxiety. “You see? It doesn't help, because it can't change my situation. Not thinking about it is basically the only possible way to cope.”

Takenaka smiled nervously. “Not if you have a telepath on your side.”

Inukawa hesitated. He looked sceptical, but Takenaka saw a tiny seed of hope take root in his mind. “Oh really?”

Takenaka nodded decisively, hoping he looked more confident than he felt. “Well I mean, I'm not an expert, but all that mind reading has made me fairly good at this kind of stuff - certainly better than any shrink you could drag up... In my opinion, you're probably dealing with trauma; repressed memory is a common symptom. Seeing as you're not an esper, I should be able to break the block in your mind, and probably even ease you through whatever fucked you up so bad… I mean, I have done it before,” he quickly added, seeing Inukawa’s doubtful expression. “My uncle, he was a soldier, and came back with no memory of the war he was in - he asked me for help, and I broke the wall. So, if you want, I can try for you.”

Inukawa nodded, then frowned as Takenaka reached for his forehead. “Wait - you mean like, now?”

Takenaka blinked. “I thought you wanted it over with.”

“Well, yeah, but…” Inukawa shook his head. “Yeah, you're right. Why not.”

Takenaka nodded, steeling himself, then flattened his palm against Inukawa’s forehead, breathed in deeply, and concentrated.

Going into someone’s mind was always an odd feeling. Other people often assumed it was like walking through a museum, or an archive, all the thoughts and memories sorted and displayed prettily, ready for viewing… In truth, it was more like swimming underwater - murky and vague, thought currents pushing and pulling you every which way, opinions with jagged edges suddenly looming up in front of you, then disappearing again. Takenaka let himself be pulled along, swimming with the anxious and lonely currents, hoping to find their centre. He didn't have to wait long; the pull got stronger and stronger until suddenly his consciousness pressed against an uneven, tightly interwoven wall of emotion.

Takenaka concentrated and pushed his energy into the wall, trying to make it burst. For his uncle, that had worked perfectly - because the wall, while appearing quite solid, was actually about as strong as a bubble against the magnitude of Takenaka’s power.

With this wall, he received a nasty surprise instead. The wall pulled at him, trying to drain his powers, his strength, washing over him in an avalanche of despair and frustration. Takenaka jerked away, horrified - and found himself, yet again, on the floor of the clubroom.

“Takenaka! Crap, are you alright?”

Inukawa knelt next to him, hands hovering worriedly over Takenaka's s face and chest. What do I do, I don't know what to -

“I'm fine, it's fine,” Takenaka said, pushing the hands away with mild embarrassment. “I just... “

He trailed off, and frowned, looking up at Inukawa. “That shouldn't have happened. This block, I've never seen anything like it. I mean - if it was a normal mind block, I should've been able to break it, easy. If it was guarded by an esper, or esper power, I wouldn't have been able to get in your mind at all. But this thing… it was like some kind of… localized defense mechanism? Why on earth would you have that in your head? And how would it even get there?”

Why’re you asking me? Aren't you the telepath? Inukawa thought drily - then realized that, of course, Takenaka could still hear everything he was thinking. “Ah, sorry, I didn't mean… “

He trailed off. “Why… are you staring at me like that?”

Takenaka was staring at him like that because he'd finally realized what had been bothering him since the beginning of their conversation - and might actually be the explanation for all this weird stuff. Excitedly, he grabbed Inukawa's hands. “Do that again. Think something.”

“I… what?” Think something? What kinda request is that?

“Wow,” Takenaka breathed disbelievingly, fingers now ghosting over Inukawa’s forehead as his suspicions were confirmed beneath his fingertips. “You actually… have an alien mind block in your head.”

Inukawa stared at him. “What?”

“I was thinking something was off about your thoughts… and then I realized - you have traces of the aliens’ thought patterns in there! That's why the block is so odd, and why I've never seen anything like it. They must have a psychic on their planet, or a telepath… maybe even something electronic? Something, or someone, that placed this block in your mind for whatever reason. Maybe to protect their secrets - or to protect you. I don't know, it doesn't matter anyway... but now we actually know what's wrong with you!”

“Great,” Inukawa said with a decided lack of enthusiasm. So you're basically saying the only person who could fix this is halfway across the universe.

Takenaka instantly deflated. “I… hadn't even thought about it like that…” He cast his eyes down, feeling guilty he'd gotten so excited about the alien telepath that he'd completely forgotten about Inukawa's plight. “I'm really sorry.”

Inukawa sighed. “No, I'm sorry. None of this is your fault, you're only trying to help. I guess I'm just… tense.”

There was an awkward silence for a few seconds, then Takenaka was struck by another thought.

“But you said you got the first six days back by rereading your diary entries for the first time?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Then the block can't be all that strong, can it? I mean, sure it knocked me out - but I think that was just because my intrusion activated its defenses. From the inside out, it should be easy to break… we just need to find certain triggers, things like your diary, to reactivate those hidden memories.”

Inukawa frowned. “That... actually makes sense.”

Takenaka laughed - then paused thoughtfully. “Admittedly, that might be tough, considering we have no idea what we're looking for... but I guess we'll just have to wait and see. And in the meantime, I'll do my best to make your loneliness disappear.”

Inukawa gave him a confused look. “I'm… sorry?” He'll do his best to -? Wait. Is he... coming on to me?

Takenaka paled. “Wha- ugh, no, no, definitely not. I just meant - look, you don't have any friends, right?”

Now Inukawa looked insulted. “What?”

“No, uh, I wasn't trying to say -” Why is this so hard... “- of course you have friends, but like, not ones you can trust... With this I mean,” he hastily added, making a sweeping gesture, “your emotions, your fears, all that crap that really shouldn’t be bottled up. Sure you have school friends, everyone has those, but you’re hardly close enough with them that you could tell them about the abduction - or even if you did, they wouldn't believe you. And I mean, the telepathy club knows, but they're…”

He paused. “Well, a collection of emotionally stunted dimwits. They'd probably do more harm than good. But me - I understand what you're going through. I can listen when you need to vent, or distract you when you feel like shit. Or just, you know, hang out with you whenever, or…”

“So you want to be friends,” Inukawa interrupted Takenaka’s rambling.

Takenaka blinked.“I - yeah. That’s what I meant?”

Inukawa snorted. “You could've just said so.”

Takenaka opened his mouth and closed it wordlessly, hoping his face wasn’t as red as it felt. “Well I don't know! Nobody tells me how these things work.”

Inukawa laughed. “For a telepath, you're quite socially inept...” Then his smile softened, and for once his thoughts and speech actually matched up.

“Thank you. Let's… do that. Let's be friends.”

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #takenaka momozou #inukawa mameta #takeinu #inutake #inunaka #telepathy club #kurata tome #kijibayashi haruto #saruta shirihiko #kageyama shigeo

11 notes · View notes

weareratingemojis · 6 years

Text

Jack-o-lantern

https://emojipedia.org/jack-o-lantern/

Caley: some pretty strong emojis here

Caley: only a handful are illuminated from within – most are dead

Jack: Sad, dead jack-o-lanterns.

Jack: If a lantern isn't illuminated, how do we know it's not just a pumpkin?

Caley: interestingly, emojione flirted with illumination, then went back to dead

Caley: their 2.0 was wildly different

Jack: Wildly scary

Jack: Their 1.0 was like, ‘hi, I’m your best friend, the lantern’!

Jack: 2.0 was, ‘I'm going to eat your insides’

Jack: 'like you ate mine!’

Caley: 3.0 onwards was a fusion of 1 + 2

Caley: like when piccolo fused with kami

Caley: good and evil together

Jack: lolll

Jack: Interesting debate: to leaf, or to leave it alone

Caley: it looks like my favourites favour the leaf

Caley: although I wouldn't have plumped for foliage myself

Caley: this isn't an apple

Caley: I don't think I've ever seen a pumpkin with a leaf on it

Jack: That's true actually

Caley: I googled it

Caley: the only pumpkins with leaves were DRAWINGS

Jack: So continuing the theory that emoji illustrators don't actually exist in the real world, but in a world of pure imagination

Jack: Microsoft's pumpkin is just a circle with three triangles and a W

Caley: they get points for iconography, but that black border is hell

Caley: also it looks like a satsuma

Jack: a scaryyyy satsumaaaa

Jack: Interesting fact: jack-o-lantern emoji's have, on average, three teeth

Caley: some square, some pointy

Jack: I don't think we can ignore that Twitter and Mozilla are twins

Caley: wow even the downturned arrow nose is the same

Caley: downturned triangle*

Jack: scarily-similar

Caley: I think twitter's has a more tasteful palate

Caley: palette

Jack: Theory: Mozilla jack-o-lant is Twitter's younger brother

Caley: but the leaf is less jaunty

Jack: Smaller face, fresher greens

Jack: Bigger quiff

Caley: that makes a lot of sense

Jack: Even feels more "toothy"

[It’s the picture from the top, but you may have forgotten what they look like this far down the page]

Caley: who is the most adorable lantern of them all?

Caley: HTC

Jack: There is no contest here

Jack: It's always HTC

Caley: the lack of a nose hole

Jack: the single tooth

Caley: the baby tooth

Caley: the emoji-style smile

Jack: Facebook's 1.0 was similarly cute

Caley: okay, who is scariest?

Jack: Apple's has serial-killer eyes

Caley: yes

Caley: it has no soul, that's pretty scary

Caley: but samsung takes it for me

Jack: Oh he knows what's up

Jack: I was going to go with Emojidex but you're right

Caley: he knows there's gonna be some spookin going on

Jack: Also his stalk looks like it's died

Jack: he's an undead jack-o-lantern

Caley: a zombie pumpkin

Jack: zomkin

Jack: doesn't work

Caley: when I look at him the halloween theme starts playing in my head

Jack: Maybe it's just because he's quite 80s

Caley: lol

Jack: childhood scare trama showing up via emoji analysis Caley: messenger's colour scheme: tacky

Jack: Messenger's lighting effect suggests there are two separate candles inside the pumpkin.

Caley: lol

Caley: very strange

Jack: Apple's suggests that someone has replaced the eyeholes with yellow cardboard.

Caley: maybe that would explain why its colours are so weird

Jack: Actually, it's all weird! Look at that Messenger shading. The eyes each have a bright spot, but then the illumination of the mouth is greater at the bottom

Jack: There is some weird internal light mechanism in the Messenger emoji to cast those shadows

Caley: emojidex gets it right

Caley: one central source, diffused through the various facial orifices

Jack: This is the first one I've seen where Emojidex isn't completely insane

Jack: I like Emojidex's Nightmare Before Christmas swirl on top

Caley: ahaha

Jack: I can imagine Jack Skeleton walking across it

Caley: it's just like the hill Jack stands on!

Jack: exactyl!

Caley: very subtle, emojidex

Caley: I never thought I'd put 'subtle' and 'emojidex' together in the same sentence

Jack: All hail the pumpkin king 🎵

Caley: google's looks like the face holes have been photoshopped over a pumkin

Caley: there's no respect to the contours of the gourd

Jack: I can't get over Google's. It's like an original Playstation game where they've tried to mix an object with a 2D sprite

Jack: I bet if you walk around it it follows you across the room

Caley: right! just pivoting

Jack: spoooooky

Caley: like a creepy old painting whose eyes follow you around the room

Caley: very subtle, google

Jack: All hail the pumpkin king 🎵

Caley: their whole jack o'lantern back catalogue is pretty disappointing

Caley: it's like they don't respect the pagan holidays at all

Jack: isn't Halloween a Christian holiday?

Jack: All Hallows' Eve or All Saints' Eve

Caley: I think like a lot of pagan holidays it was coopted by the church

Caley: > Halloween's origins date back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain (pronounced sow-in). The Celts, who lived 2,000 years ago in the area that is now Ireland, the United Kingdom and northern France, celebrated their new year on November 1.

Caley: and while samhain is good enough for the church, apparently it's not good enough for google

Jack: ...our new church

Jack: 'Hal-sow-in'

Jack: Alright: worst jack-o-lantern

Caley: messenger

Jack: Apple

Caley: although I do dislike facebook

Caley: yeah apple's shape is all wrong

Caley: it's like a bag

Jack: It just doesn't shape up

Caley: nice

Jack: It's like someone said, 'please design a halloween-themed pear'

Jack: 'with yellow cardboard eyes'

Jack: Best?

Caley: lil moz

Caley: all the appeal of the twitter emoji, but cuter

Jack: Yup, Mozilla is a thriller.

Jack: In the words of Apple founder Steve Jobs: be second and be better

Caley: your puns are pretty scary

Caley: lollll

Caley: amen

Jack: I also don't know if he said that, but it's easy to attribute things to him for social kudos

Caley: I belief Abraham Lincoln articulated the same notion

Jack: He just wouldn't shut up about Steve, would he?

Caley: he had to be silenced

BEST: Mozilla WORST: Apple / Messenger / Facebook SCARIEST: Samsung CUTEST: HTC

#emoji #emojis #rating #review #halloween #trickortreat #scary #internet

0 notes