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The ghost of you. by Matthias Dengler

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DDrawnn to th..e ognes who never   yawn

jon moxley | under siege | randy orton

Summarized: Okay, alright so.. Here we go? My attempt at a series of one shots based on the events of last night…   FOR THIS ONE SHOT: Basically, reader is  Randy’s ex of six months.. And Randy decides to make a few advances/passes at her before the whole “under siege” thing happened last n ight.. And she and Mox have mutual crushes. So, when she sees a chance to prove to Randy she’s totally over him, by kissing Mox, she kinda takes it.. And it lights a fire.

No smut. Just a kind of steamy makeout, some banter, one hell of a brawl and Jon Moxley with his amazing kendo stick. God bless my soul. And the cough medicine that lead me to even think this shit up. I hope it’s not shitty and at least kind of a fun read.

Oh yeah, wait.. All these one shots will be titled under siege and will have the names of both men involved in the title.

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I love you all babes. I am inspired by you and you are all amazing and I am v honored that you let my dorky ass be your f riend. And that you put up with my flaky bs sometimes. And I love you all so much …

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Paul *singing* You know how much I love youuuu

John *giggling* tell us about it, Paul

Paul *singing* you know how much I willllll

John: tell us about IT!!!!!

Paul: will I wait a lonel-

John: I TOLD YOU TELL US ABOUT IT!

Paul: John, it’s..a son-

John: TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU LOVE US NOW!!!!

Paul: John, I was sing-

John: DO YOU FUCKING LOVE ME OR NOT??????

Keroro fandom get ready to put on your speculation goggles (and maybe pee yourselves)

Sorry I just kinda disappeared for a few days, I am constantly tired and forget to update here. Anyway to make up for it how about some exciting news I’m surprised nobody’s reported on yet?

@keroro_PR on Twitter is the official Keroro Gunso social media account based in Kadokawa’s HQ in Tokyo. It tweets mostly about Keroro of course, but also about Kemono Friends, Gundam, and other assorted things Kadokawa is affiliated with. Last month, it tweeted this:

“It’s Kirby’s 25th anniversary, huh….Keroro’s 20th anniversary is next year. (This is very important so we’re mentioning it many times)”

Technically, KG has TWO anniversaries depending on how you look at it. Yoshizaki’s original one-shot pilot manga was released in 1998, while the first volume of the KG manga as we know it today was released in 1999. It looks like they’ve officially decided to commemorate the release of the pilot manga as the true anniversary.

But that’s not all I have for you, oh no. Here’s an exchange between the PR account and another user in response to the above tweet:

“Do you have anything planned for the anniversary?”

“It’s a secret~”

Now obviously they’re gonna do SOMETHING; the last major anniversary was the 15th in 2013 and that’s when they announced the Flash reboot. The question is what. Quite a few Japanese fans are speculating something to do with the anime—many think it’s gonna be some kind of reboot/revival (8th season?) while I’ve seen a couple other suggestions such as the original anime getting ported to Blu-Ray.

I think if they’re gonna do anything regarding anime, it’s gonna be either related to the 2004 anime or a new series entirely. Though I think it’d be weird to have season 8 after a 7 year gap (the length of the entire show’s running time!), so I think something like a new anime that takes place in the same universe as the original anime or picks up where it left off would make sense. I highly doubt they’re going to return to the Flash anime or even do something similar; it seems to me like that didn’t go quite as well as they wanted it to the first time, considering it ran for a big 6 months and dropped off on a cliffhanger. That doesn’t mean we’re never gonna see Shin Keroro and pals animated again—I have a gut feeling they’d just work the 2011 and on manga stuff into the original animeverse somehow. I can’t see much notable non-anime stuff happening; the manga’s still gonna run like normal anyway. I betcha there’ll be something regarding Kemono Friends, though.

As for my personal wishes? Although I don’t think an original anime revival is 100% realistic, but considering how long it’s been since 2011 and the amount of fan clamor there’s been, it’s probably possible. If they don’t go that route, I’d really like to see them release that 6th movie publicly so it gets to be seen by more than like 1,000 people. It’s old now, but I’m sad that it’s been lost to the vault for quite some time. I think the expectation that’s actually most likely to happen is a crossover with Yo-kai Watch Puni Puni; Keroro mobile crossovers have been frequent, that game RAKES in money, and Keroro and Jibanyan have already been in a game together (the tennis one). Plus, Puni Puni has done manga/anime collabs before (“Shonen Sunday round 2” is happening as I type this!), so it’s nothing mind-blowing. Although some things are definitely more realistic than others, nothing is impossible—even though Keroro’s pretty much dead here in North America (apparently the manga is still going in Europe), the series has been quite active and popular in Japan long after episode 358. It’s sort of ingrained into Japan’s pop culture at this point, like Doraemon or Anpanman except those two haven’t been airing 7 straight years of reruns. You know what I mean though.

Sorry for shitting out a massive text wall once again, just thought this was really worth talking about. What are your hopes/expectations? Are you full-on hyped, cautiously optimistic, or not expecting much? Please talk to me I’m lonel

Sonder: A Solangelo Story

Chapter 4

Ch.3 / Ch.5
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This was a one-time thing, Nico had no reason to believe otherwise. He had just accidentally switched with someone (he forgot the male’s name oops) from Kansas and had to fix some of the mistakes the other had made. It wasn’t that big of a deal, right? 

After his call with Reyna, Nico walked over to his closet and sorted through the clothes. Yes, most of the shirts were black. Why? Because he was always mourning and why shouldn’t he? His sister was killed thanks to some idiot who decided it would be smart to plow straight through her. So, he’ll wear black until the day he dies and will continue to mourn her. Within a few moments, he had found what he was looking for, a small red box with Bianca’s name written in cursive on top of it.

“Hey, Sis,” he whispered, tears brimming the edge of his eyes. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here to talk to you today…I was in Kansas, it’s a funny story how I got there.” He laughed a bit, burning hot tears starting to roll down his cheeks. “…I bet you would believe me if you were still alive…It was, kind of nice to be someone else for once” His voice shook as he spoke, the tears continuing to flow down his cheeks as memories of the female ran through his head. The sound of her voice had already faded from memory which had broken his heart. “Im…im sorry, Bianca…I’m sorry I’m not the kind of brother you would be proud of.” his grip on the box tightened as he let out a choked up sob.

~

“Yes, Yes Ma'am…I’m sorry for my language earlier today…yes I will accept detention tomorrow.” Will muttered apologetically into the headset, his gaze focused on a drawing in his notebooks. “Bye, Mrs. Stoll” He slowly placed the phone down and traced the doodle with his finger, smiling slightly.

The picture was of a brother and sister, their hands intertwined as they walked towards the sun. The drawing was cartoonish but well done as Will immediately recognized the brother as the dark haired boy he switched with. His smile soon faded, the tear stains left on the paper were suddenly noticeable and tore at Will’s heart.

“I’m sorry you lost your sister, I…..I don’t know how you feel but I do know it would break my heart if Kayla died the same way she did.” He muttered quietly, quickly hiding the paper when he heard his door creak open. Soon after, Austin’s head appeared between the opening.

“Will, Can you tell the Stolls that they’re assholes? I’m not prepared to deal with their bullshit.” He said, his voice strained as if he was trying to hold his anger back.

“What did they do this time?” He asked, raising his brow a bit and crossing his arms.

“Lie and say the meteor shower was this Friday instead of next just so I would ask a girl out.” He grumbled, glaring when Will laughed a bit. “Anyways, can you tell them I’m not speaking to the two of them until then?”

“Yeah, sure,” He said with his signature grin, causing Austin smile back before leaving the room. “As soon as I’m done trying to remember who drew this.” his gaze going to the picture’s hiding place.

~

Nico had finally placed the box back in its hiding place, his eyes completely bloodshot and his hair a bit of a miss. No words could accurately describe how much he missed Bianca, for six years he had been existing. He had let life pass him by and he knew that Bianca would’ve hated that, but he didn’t know how to get back to feeling alive. He was as close to being dead as you could get without actually being dead.

In a few moments, he slowly stumbled up and rubbed his eyes a few more times before walking towards the kitchen. They had leftover Chinese right? He could attempt to nuke that for a few minutes, it wouldn’t be good from a nutritional standpoint but at least it’s edible. Starving just does more harm than good in Nico’s opinion, plus his sister wanted him to be alive.

After setting the orange chicken and fried rice to two minutes, Nico carefully poured himself a glass of soda and drank it. He wondered what the other male was doing? Maybe he was cleaning his room? For some unknown reason, the name of the blonde had quickly faded from Nico’s memory. Wasn’t there an S? Or a W? He couldn’t quite recall and just shrugged it off, the beeping of the microwave startling him. 

~

Meanwhile, Will was googling information about schools in New York and trying to figure out which one the emo kid was attending. He wanted to meet him one day because you don’t just switch souls with a person and forget their existence completely,  only their name apparently. After a bit he started to softly yawn, checking the time. 

“Hmm….he might already be asleep? Well then, goodnight emo dude…maybe we’ll meet soon. I have enough money to go out for a day and come back the next morning if you ever wanted to meet.” He mumbled in a sleepy tone and pulled off the Batman shirt he was wearing. He figured the other had picked it out because it was one of the few black shirts he owned. He realized that the two of them would most likely not meet again and he would quickly become a fading memory. No, no, no, he couldn’t get so pessimistic, he quickly thought of all the talks they could have once they met while trying to pull on a pair of space pjs.

His bed felt a bit large for once, the blankets and pillows not being enough for him. What if he got a bunch like the New Yorker did? Then he wouldn’t be as lonel- why was he thinking he was lonely? He had his rough and tough, but also a giant teddy bear brother, plus a sister who wouldn’t take crap from anyone. So why did he feel alone? Maybe it was a pure delusion? Or maybe he wanted someone to see the glow in the dark galaxy he made! Yeah…that wasn’t it, that wasn’t what he wanted.

It took a while but the answer finally surfaced, he was longing for a close friend. One that he could tell everything to and feel as if they had an inseparable bond. 

“Maybe…maybe you’ll be that to me?….I hope you are, I don’t really have close friends only people I chat with. We share the same interests but none of us go into our life stories.” He mumbled, his eyelids growing heavy while he quietly wished to meet the beautiful black haired boy again. “I wish to hug you, to make you smile naturally on your own….I wish to make you happy wherever you are” So, he fell into a gentle slumber and his hands carefully gripped the dusk blue sheets.