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Pokemon Rant on PaulWhy I Hate Paul
The Paul I am referring to is a character in the pokemon anime, who is currently Ash's primary rival while the group is in the Sinnoh region. Paul is really a varied character: on the Serebii.net forums, the Paul character discussion thread has, at the time of writing, nearly spans twenty pages, though most of it is saying how "awesome" he is. However, I do not think he is awesome. I hate him more than I hate Harley from the same show. I want to strangle Paul and break one of his limbs. Most probably won't know why I feel this way, so I will explain.
First, Pokemon are sentient beings in this setting. As Linkara pointed out in his review of "Captain Planet and the Planeteers #3," if animals were truly intelligent enough to make their own decisions and follow orders, animals would easily be given rights. Considering that many pokemon in this setting are shown to be smart enough to qualify, pokemon should have a bill of rights. In the real world, Paul's trea
[ Ushijima x Reader x Oikawa ] Notice it
This story takes place during the Shiratorizawa vs Aoba Johsai match. Note that Oikawa apparently broke up with his girlfriend during training camp arc.
You couldn't help but feel sorry for Oikawa. He had worked so hard, and yet Aoba Johsai was still barely keeping up with Shiratorizawa. However, you couldn't help but also feel happy for Ushijima. He too, was your friend... or something like that.
You distinctly remember meeting the boys in junior high. You were in the year behind them. That time, Kitagawa Daiichi lost against Shiratorizawa, too. You'd comforted Oikawa whilst he was down, and approached Ushijima to give him a piece of your mind. To your surprise, although he was rather blunt about his egoistic views, he did end up apologising for supposedly offending you.
Somehow, you ended up keeping in touch... you never quite knew what kind of relationship you had with Ushijima. He seemed to consider you a friend of some sorts, sometimes inviting you to hang out or come
[ OneSided!Reader x Tsukishima ] A favour(bfn = best friend's name)
You were what people called a 'seer'. Born with the gift of being able to see the red string of fate, you were capable of severing and reattaching the strings as you pleased. Few people knew you had this ability - in fact, you tried to hide it as much as possible, as you'd been bombarded with requests to change people's fates before. The only one who knew was your best friend.
And here, we have our problem.
You, (bfn), Tsukishima and Yamaguchi had been friends ever since you could remember. From childhood to adulthood, the four of you had each other's backs.
You remember how it all went down. You, Yamaguchi Tadashi's next-door neighbour, were one day dragged along to meet the boy's new friend, Tsukishima, who was with (bfn) at the time. You and (bfn) immediately clicked, and it felt like you two were simply meant to be friends.
Remember how we established that you were a seer? When you met, you were quite taken aback at seeing your very own string - on
Halloween MisadventuresHalloween Misadventures
How did I let myself get talked into this? I've always had a hard time saying no to people and this time I let things go too far. I sit in silence and glance shyly up at my dad as he drives me home from the police station. Ironically, I'm dressed as a slutty cop. My boobs are front and center for all the world to see, as are my legs and midriff. I sit with my legs crossed and look at my reflection in the mirror. My makeup is smudged and my long blonde hair is a mess. My dad says nothing as we pull into the driveway and go inside. I know he is going to say something eventually, but for now he is quiet. My mom hugs me as we walk in and takes me to the bathroom to get me cleaned up. She helps me take off my jewelry, remove my makeup, and brush out my hair. Since all of my clothes are at my apartment near the university, she gives me one of my sister's nightgowns to wear to bed. I take off my knee high boots, fishnet stockings, miniskirt, t
[ Kiyoko Shimizu x Fem!Reader ] Girls like girls
Stealing kisses from your Mrs, does it make you freak out
Got you fussing, got you worried, scared to let your guard down
Tell the neighbors I'm not sorry if I'm breakin' walls down
Building your girl's second story, rippin' all your floors out
Honestly, at first, nobody would've expected you to be their biggest rival in love. After all, it was not exactly unknown that Shimizu Kiyoko was a beautiful woman, resulting in many men pining after her. When you'd occasionally stride up to her, quickly stealing a kiss in the hallway and leaving her behind a flustered mess, nobody knew how to react. Were the two of you a thing? Did you have more chances with her than they did?
People had told you it was wrong to love another girl. But why would it be? What was the harm in it? Your love for Kiyoko hurt nobody. You were simply that - two girls in love, the ones they loved just happened to be of the same gender. Screw what anyone said, your love would prevail.
Saw your face,
Sometimes You Don't Have to Change the WorldAres is not what I imagined her to be. The great man of myth, muscular and imposing, shining in his armour, with crested helmet and mighty spear, does not stand before me. Instead I face a young woman, hardly more than a girl. She is soft and delicate, with eyes so large they will soak up the world, and skin like spun glass, that glitters in the darkness. A warm glow radiates from within her, not quite visible, but strong enough for me to feel the heat on my face.
The sound of traffic wafts up to us from the street far below. Heavy clouds block out the night sky, reflecting back the poisonous orange of streetlamps and office blocks. The rooftop is high above it all, and we are invisible. That’s why I chose it, to be alone. The last thing I expected was a visitor, proclaiming to be a god.
“Ares?” I scoff, looking her over with something I imagine to be petulance. If not for the fact that she was so decidedly un-human, and that she had materialised on the rooftop with n
Prussia/Gilbert x Reader"Hey, ___!"
You were making your way along the pathway that lay outside your new home you had moved into, humming to yourself until you heard someone call out you name. You turned on your heels and glanced up, a small smile playing at your lips as your eyes met the violent colored ones of Gilbert Bieldshmit, your newly meet neighbor and friend. "Hey," You pipped up cheerily, feeling a strange burst of happiness at his presence.
Gilbert had returned your smile with a wide grin, all teeth showing and his eyes sparkling mischievously. It was obvious he was up to something, and you racked your brain for any tricks he could have up his sleeve. It was your birthday of all days, there was no way he could possibly pull any jokes as he did the previous week once you met him, right?
"Happy birthday," The Albino called out loudly, slinging an arm around your shoulders and squeezing once, "I bought you a little something to celebrate! How old are you?" You didn't answer, only managing a light scow
Moonlit NocturneThere was blood on my hands when I played the piano for you that day.
It was the same street piano on the corner of the park that we used to play in, outracing the butterflies that gathered around the roses that grew there. We used to pretend we could fly like them, dancing from petal to petal, free from the world's cruelties. So happy. So naive.
A skid of a wheel had changed all that.
That day, your butterfly wings had been torn out of their sockets. They joined a long list that had been stuffed into jars over the centuries, to be ogled over by Death, the sadistic collector who never failed when it was our turn to submit. You were captured too early, too soon, but there was nothing I could do. I was on the piano, playing your nocturne, when you crossed the busy road. Blood sprayed, horns screamed and I turned to see you flung over a windscreen, unmoving.
There was a funeral, of course. There were tears, but none slid down my face that day.
I saved it for the piano.
You should have see
[ Kise x Reader ] Let's break upKise dreaded what was coming, but he found himself unable to actually do anything about it. When you asked him to meet you at your usual spot, he merely nodded, not being able to bring himself to refuse.
Meaningless kisses were exchanged, and even though from an outsider's perspective, the two of you looked like any other couple, Kise felt himself breaking down on the inside bit by bit. He knew his hands were on your waist, but it sure didn't feel like he held you in his arms.
"I'm sorry. It's better for both of us, Ryota," you whispered. It was soft, but loud enough for you both to hear. He gulped.
His only response was to tighten the grip on your waist. Biting his lip, he opened his mouth but nothing but a few dry squeaks came out. He closed his mouth again, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
He knew this was his fault. He'd been too absorbed in basketball and his career as a model, and would barely even see you during the week. He loved you with all his heart, he