northwind_gale | woke up, found a meme. WORDS OF THE DAY COME TO MEEE.

I'm horribly selfish so I'm just going to ask for fic about Bolger because that's all I want to read ever. :x (it doesn't even matter who, if anyone, he's with.... although there's a part of me thinking Crow would be fun for a change XD)

Bolger finds himself vaguely annoyed with every new addition that Pearson brings into the warehouse that they call home. It seems like he's splitting too much of his time and effort around to too many people (although he doesn't dare tell Pearson that). The newest one, Crow isn't much of an exception. Much.

Crow isn't that young, for one thing, he's certainly old enough to be faring for himself-and apparently has for some time now, so any reason that Pearson's got him under his wing has to be some sort of extenuating circumstance. It's hearing what the kid (wait, not a kid) blubbers out to Pearson one night that puts it all in perspective: his trust's been betrayed by someone he cared for a lot.

The reason strikes Bolger as a surprisingly innocent one considering how long the kid's been on his own, and part of him sympathizes. He'd had to learn the hard way too, had plenty of hardship. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt too much to reach out a little, give the kid a proper outlook now that he'd been exposed to the pain of the real world.

He muddles around for a few days before, by a spot of luck, finds the kid sulking outside as he's about to light up a smoke. He notices the kid wrinkle up his nose in disgust as the cigarette is lit and the scent reaches him and Bolger just shrugs (ah, well, can't teach 'em everything") in lieu of a greeting. It's silent for a bit before he talks, not facing the squirt directly and just facing forward as he leans against the wall.

"You know," and this is a casual sort of drawl, hiding the painful effort this is taking to force open the rusted lid of his heart, "this sort of thing is pretty common. Not just here in Satellte, the whole world is full of people just waiting to screw you over. No matter what, someday everyone's gonna hurt ya at some point. It's best just to not bother trusting."

He gives a glance over to the side, curious about a reaction, and spots screwed up eyes, narrowing. Maybe the cigarette smoke was too strong? Perhaps he should just put it out...

His musing is cut short by a sharp pain near his ankle and it takes him a moment to realize-the little upstart just kicked him! He hisses, and the cigarette falls from his mouth as he lifts up his leg to hold it, his lax, neutral expression replaced with a snarl of anger.

"You...you dummy!" A surprisingly childish insult coming from the teen, but then again, Pearson had a stringent "no cursing" rule around the warehouse considering the innocents around. Bolger didn't even bother looking round as he heard Crow's footsteps run around him and back into the house, probably to go snivel in a corner some more or something.

Tch. Well, that was what he got for trying to reach out. He should really listen to his own philosophy more and just keep to himself like he always did. Less painful that way, he thought, as he shook his aching leg experimentally before letting it touch the ground and acting as if nothing had just happened.

Bawwwwwwwwwwwwww. BOYS. God but they should have made peace properly (as opposed to Crow just being a self-righteous dick when really the shit he pulled was terribly problematic) I hate Show for ignoring everything about Crow that didn't involve Pet Orphans. There needs to be hugs.

H-how about a Pleiades and Stardust drabble? =3

"Oi. Kiddo. Heeeeeey."

The alien-dragon doesn't get responses other than grunts and mumbles from his partner, who's absorbed in fine tuning some piece of junk or other. It's to the point where Stardust decides to pull out his trump card, the words that are sure to get a reaction.

"Maaaaan, something needs 'ta happen."

Immediately that earns the dragon a sort of annoyed glance. Score.

"Don't say that."

"It's totally true and you know it. You're starting to fall back into a routine." There's a sort of mocking emphasis on the last word that gets Pleiades to roll his eyes.

"There's nothing wrong with routine. It adds structure and discipline to one's life. Something you could do with, I think."

"Naw, discipline's boring. You totally like me better this way, admit it. Remember the comet?

"Don't remind me. But that was different, your personality did a complete 180 then. This is just...refinement. A tuning up, if you will."

"What, you think I'm a machine for you 'ta mess with? Naw, kiddo, I'm staying the way I am."

"Ah, ah, fine then. Just be careful what you wish for, especially in this place. Remember turning into the adorable fuzzy...thing about half a year ago?"

And at that, Stardust shudders. "Don't remind me."

faaaaaaaaaaah, amazing. x-x I forget how fun it is to watch the squabble.

It's like The Odd Couple. But with alien dragons.

Uh, can I "post this in my journal" at a later date and still make a request now? XD; (I am going to die of work overload in T-minus two hours. lol)

If yes! I'd like to request... Yusei/someone... someone... Yusei/Crow! Or um, Madoka/Homura. Now I can't choose. lol Pick whichever one pings your plot bunnies more! :D

Crow strolls into the hideout as if it was his own, and nobody seems to mind. Even if these new people that Yuusei's picked up (Rally, Blitz, Nerve, and Taka, Yuusei had said) barely know him, the way he seems completely at ease and not on his guard gives them a sense that he's an alright guy, that he's familiar with the place.

(Whenever he chooses to infiltrate Security with a disguise, it's this same manner that always leaves them vulnerable and easy to fool. Just another simple coping method of living in Satellite, others think, but really, it's all just him.)

So, there's nothing to stop him from strolling into Yuusei's "garage" (really just a place roped off with curtains) and surprising him with a cheerful too-loud greeting and a wave. He still doesn't get how he's the only one who can still successfully surprise Yuusei this way nowadays, but he'll use it for all it's worth.

"Ah, Crow. It's not often you'd come out all the way here."

"Yeah, with all those kids. Speaking of, you seem to have picked up one yourself. Didn't know you had it in ya!" And he elbows his friend. This gets a chuckle out of Yuusei, which startles the others living in the garage who happen to hear it-he never seemed to laugh these days.

"I assume you have something important to be talking about rather than small-talk, Crow."

"Yeah, babysitting." And Yuusei simply grunts out a questioning noise, waiting for Crow to continue.

"Y'see, it's about time I make another set of rounds, we're running low again and it's gonna take some serious thievery to get what we need. 'S a just in case scenario, you get what I'm saying?"

Yuusei's lips settle into a thin line, and Crow flinches a bit. He should have known better to imply an arrest, not so soon after Team Satisfaction's breakup.

"I'm surprised you wouldn't have taken them to Martha's. She's more trustworthy and more experienced with children."

"Yeah, but she's also the meanest interrogator on Earth, an' you know it! I'd never be able to go on these, ah...errands, without her breathing down my neck, or even worse," and here he leaned forward, whispering the next words in a grave whisper, "confining me to the house."

With that, Yuusei can't help but laugh at how lightly Crow is taking the situation (earning near heart attacks for the others in the hideout) before shaking his head.

"Alright, alright, I can understand that."

"Yep, glad you see it my way!" Crow grins. "Besides, you're in the middle of building a D-Wheel too, that makes you almost as cool as Crow-niichan!"

"Almost." Yuusei has a wry, almost-smile on his face. "So you want me there later this evening, I expect."

"Just before sunset. Thanks for the help, Yuusei."

"Anytime, Crow."

Eeeeeeeeee!!! That was awesome. XD Orphans! And Crow thieving! And Yuusei babysitting! LKJASDKLJDSFJAL;SKDJFF

When you do these memes I always ask for the same series... I don't see why I should change it now.
Solo/Subaru, pretty please?

It is late at night, the moon high and bathing the street in moonlight, illuminating a single figure on the street. This suits Solo-what is about to happen needs no audience but him and one other.

He waits, knowing that the other will be here soon-or rather, notice his presence and know that it is time. He is feeling particularly impatient today, so he finds himself just outside the house as opposed to the usual meeting place.

Subaru's reaction to this isn't much, just a raised eyebrow in confusion and his mouth opening to ask a question that Solo interrupts.

"I know, we're supposed to fight at Vista Point so that nobody else can get accidentally injured there, I've heard it enough." The tone is annoyed and sullen, but somehow the answer gets a warm smile from Subaru. It's that same grin that always annoys Solo, that one that seems to imply that the other boy can easily see through him and discern any motivations for what he's doing. It's enough to make Solo turn around and huff, walking down the sidewalk towards the designated battleground. There's no point in simply taking the Wave Road there-Subaru won't Denpa-Henkan until he gets there anyways, out of concern for others around him, and he'll just get more impatient waiting around.

To his annoyance, Subaru quickly and easily falls into step beside him, as if they were equals, or even worse, friends. They couldn't be more different if they tried, but somehow Subaru seems insistent on proving that they both hold bonds close to them, that they're not as different as they think. And until Solo can stand victorious and have the pleasure of ripping the Mu Metal from his body, he can't say anything to oppose it.

The victor is the one who dictates everything, after all.

It's too quiet. While Solo prefers silence, this doesn't feel as empty as it should. It feels too...amiable...for his liking. No one should be any kinds of comfortable in his presence, especially not his polar opposite. So he speaks.

"Tch. I still can't believe you still need your ridiculous alien companion to notice when a piece of metal is sticking out of your chest." Subaru only chuckles a little bit at that, seemingly used to his sniping by now (how could he not be, how many cycles has he gone through by now, fighting him?).

"It's surprisingly painless, you know. Even if I have the cycle figured out by now, I have other things to focus on..." Solo can hear the hidden meaning behind Subaru's words as clear as day, considering how often the other boy has mentioned it: "so many bonds to nurture, not just a single bond to focus on like you. My life is full compared to yours," and he sneers.

"You're still useless without him, aren't you."

"Of course, that's what makes us so strong together." Solo snorts and bounds up the stairs to Vista Point before Subaru can use this as a springboard to prattle on and on about bonds, like he always seems to do.

"I've heard it all before, just give up." Solo feels his bile rise as Subaru just gives him an ironical sort of smile as he faces opposite him, that look in his opponent's eyes infuriating him.

"I could say the same to you, but that would be cruel."

They stare down, just waiting. As if on some unspoken signal, they raise their Hunters up.

"Transcode: 002, Burai!"

"Transcode: 003, Shooting Star Rockman!"

After the transformation, they return to their staredown, Burai focusing on the crest that emerges from underneath the pendant-shaped crest on Rockman's body, the other waiting for his move. Despite himself, Burai finds himself remembering that this was how all their recent battles started, ever since that day that Subaru refused to fight him until they would fight in a safer place for everyone. He had shown a surprising amount of stubbornness then, and Solo had returned it with the same amount. He wouldn't simply take the metal when the other boy was defenseless-it felt wrong, unfufilling, like it would be simply an escape from having to prove his view again. And Subaru seemed to know that, holding out until the cycle had passed and Solo grew impatient enough to acquiesce to his demand.

Burai scowls at himself for remembering such trivial things when he's about to fight, he needs nothing more than to focus, to win.

And so their dance begins, dodging and weaving around the other's attacks, disappearing into the shadows only to reappear in the moonlight as they clash. They know each other well by this point, enough that they can easily predict what their opponent will do. It's not something that Burai likes to admit to, at least not in Rockman's presence. He'd go on about how their fights have forged some sort of rival's bond of some sort if he wasn't so busy trying to prevent his own deletion.

As they fight, a stray thought flits across Burai's mind that he quickly suppresses, that he won't allow himself to dwell on: as important as the Mu Metal is to him, as fun as it would be to delete Rockman; the effort he goes through bothers him at times. To give into the demands of another, to let them decide the terms of the fight, and even after all that, to fight them with all the fervor and intensity that he reserves for upholding and preserving the legacy of Mu...

There's a treacherous thought that makes him wonder why he goes through so much effort to seek out a losing battle.

Nghhhh this was awesome 8Db

Something about Taki being himself?

Sena can't quite believe what he's heard, naturally he finds himself asking again.

"S-so, what exactly happened to all the figurines again, Hiruma-san?"

"Gave 'em to the fucking idiot." This is said nonchalantly, punctuated with the pop of Hiruma's ever-present sugarless bubblegum. "He took 'em over to the crafts club for something."

"H-hai..." Hiruma clearly wouldn't have let Taki, of all people, take the figurines they used for their planning sessions unless there was some sort of benefit involved...what on Earth could Taki be using them for...?

"A-ha-ha!" Well, speak of the devilbat... "My friends, how fortunate it is you should see my next triumphant venture!"

"Taki-kun, what are you doing...?"

"A-ha-ha, glad you asked, Sena!" And with a flourish, Taki reveals a horde of figurines, every single member of the Deimon Devilbats replicated to the minutest details. The Taki figures were in especial prominence-not only because there were clearly more of them in number, but because every single one was in his signature pose and had...his signature laugh?

"Taki-kun, this is..."

"Excellent advertising, fundraising, and propaganda all in one," Hiruma cackled, sending a shiver of foreboding down Sena's spine. "And since you're our fastest guy, you can deliver orders!"

"Hiiieee!"

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At day's end, many figurines had been bought, and even more had been ordered-mostly for Eyeshield 21 figures. Unsurprisingly, the Taki figurines remained virtually untouched.

"Iiiimmmpossible!" Comical tears went down the aforementioned player's face. "How is it that my genius goes unacknowledged?"

Sena only sighed.

It's not that, Taki-kun, it's rather how noisy your figures are...

My parents must be asking why I have this grin on my face. This is just beautiful, thank you :)b

woke up, found a meme. WORDS OF THE DAY COME TO MEEE.

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aahahah fff I didn't think anyone would ask for that <3

and yet you were so prepared. <3

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ahaha of course you can <3

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i am back from weekend work now i can actuallly write sorry adslkjldsf

part two

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tried to reread the manga to get an idea to write, and then I couldn't stop reading fffffffffuuuu

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