one wasn’t nerfed she’s just scared of killing people.
the only two people she killed in the entire show are three and liy. she didn’t want to kill either of them, and tried to get x’s power without hurting any of them, but had to kill liy to do that.
she didn’t really have a choice and she instantly got flashbacks after killing liy. the thought of death still scares her because of her past. that’s why she did things to scare the contestants (like chasing the contestants and turning into evil leafy) even though she was too much of a pacifist to pop bubble.
she needed x’s power to recover three and was trying to do that while killing as little people as possible because she’s not pure evil she feels remorse
I just watched tpot 23 this morning at 5 am bc different timezones, and imma be fxckin for real how much i HATE how One's potrayed.
MY PARENT, I DON'T REMEMBER HER BEING THAT WEAK. NOT AT ALL.
Like yeah, probably she is when she fought against Leafy.. BUT SHE'S ACTUALLY SMARTER THAN THAT, AND WITH THOSE EXTRA POWERS. SHE CAN LITERALLY DO MORE THAN THAT.
So. WHY DID SHE GOT WATERED DOWN. ???
SHE HAD ALL THAT POWER, SHE CAN TURN TO EVIL LEAFY, SHE CAN USE HER TELEKINESIS TO GRAB X AND SUCKS THE POWER FROM THEM. BUT NOOOOO1! 1!!
It's for the PLOTTT... !!! SHE HAD HER TIME AND NOW THEY SHOULD BE NERFED AND WEAKER + MAKE THEM LOOK BRATTY AND SELFISH!!!!
Im so pissed fxcked up, i can't do any of this bullshxt no more. 😂😂😂😂
I see you have Amo on your character list! Personally, I ship her with Riyo and have been trying to build up their ship tag. I love the way you write Riyo, so would you have any interest in joining me? 👀
Summary: Riyo and Amo get stuck waiting out a storm in Canvas Town. There are snacks, games, and a lot of time to kill—which turns out to be just enough time to realise how much they like being stuck together.
Warnings/Themes: Riyo x Amo, Fluff, Slice of Life, Friends to Lovers, Forced Proximity, First Kiss, Romance, Soft/Tender, Protectiveness, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Very Light Angst, Tiny Reference to Past Abuse, Intimacy, Affection, Teasing, Awkwardness, Shyness, Nervousness, Truth or Dare, Sharing Food, Canon Compliant.
Notes: Thanks to @bayleavesfromthevine for the request which was originally made on AO3! You can see the list of characters I will take requests for here.
It doesn’t often rain on the ground like this—torrential, heavy sheets that turn the sky charcoal, thick with the weight of centuries of discarded industrial waste, and leave the streets so waterlogged the mud tries to steal boots. Canvas Town is half-drowned, pushing street vendors to retreat into nearby hostels, dragging their stock with them. Even the plastic tarps strapped over every corrugated iron roof aren’t enough to stop cold water from worming its way inside.
Most people have already sprinted for home, but Amo and Riyo are miles from Cleaner HQ, soaked through by the time they duck under the sagging awning of a half-boarded shop. Rusty chains dangle from the sign overhead, the faded letters spelling out something neither cares enough to read. Riyo throws her shoulder into the warped door, and Amo giggles quietly when it groans in protest, sluicing paint-flecked water across the threshold and into a growing puddle around their boots.
Wet wood and mildew leak out from the shop’s seams, mixed with the faint bite of old paint—an all-too-familiar perfume in this part of town. Riyo peers through the dirty window into the abandoned shop. Shelves stand empty except for a few glass jars, cloudy with age, and a stray poster for a festival that probably never happened. The thunder crowds closer, making Amo tilt her head out from under the awning, tracking the cloud-dense sky with an eerie focus.
Riyo runs her fingers through her hair, shaking it out and sending droplets flying. It’s wild and messy, red streaked dark with rain. She grins at Amo, all her usual sharp edges softened by the water.
"This is real charming. You think anyone’s buried under here?"
Amo tips her head, considering the warped planks, the puddle expanding beneath their boots. Her own hair sticks to her cheeks, orange streaks dulled in the low light. She shoots Riyo a smile.
"I think if there was, they’d have come up to say hello by now. Like a worm."
Riyo laughs, the kind that makes Amo’s chest fizz. "Guess we’re stuck, huh?"
Amo shrugs, all small and compact. She’s shivering, her arms wrapped tight around her shoulders. "Do you think we can go inside?"
Riyo doesn’t waste time. Her boot snaps up and drives into the wood just below the handle. This time, the door gives, swinging inward and revealing a small, dingy room.
Even inside, the rain has reached everything. There’s a constant, steady drip in one corner of the room, the beige-coloured walls darkening where water seeps into the concrete. The hiss against the roof drowns everything else out.
"Mister used to say... that the rain was the world crying because it was dirty," Amo whispers, watching as Riyo peels off her coat and brushes the water from the sleeves.
"Mister was a prick." Riyo snorts. "The rain washes everything away. Gives you a chance to start over. Just like us, right? Like the Cleaners."
Amo seems lighter after that. She wanders the shop, fingertips trailing through the dust on the counter. She’s never been good at standing still, but Riyo’s presence makes the waiting easier.
Riyo settles on an overturned crate, legs sprawled, green eyes alight with mischief. Unlike Amo, Riyo seems to thrive in the moments where things go sideways.
Riyo pulls a packet of crackers from her pocket—stolen, probably. She tosses it at Amo, who catches it with both hands, surprised. "Three left. We could be in here for a while. Rock-paper-scissors?"
Riyo’s fingers snap—paper, Amo’s scissors.
Riyo curses. "Damn it! Rematch."
Amo hesitates before opening the packet again, glancing at Riyo as if checking she’s allowed. She breaks a cracker in half anyway and holds one piece out for Riyo without looking at her.
Riyo props her elbows on her knees, chin in her hands, watching Amo with a look that’s softer than usual before she covers it with another smirk. "Eat. I’ll survive an hour."
They don’t have much else to do while they wait out the storm. Amo picks at the crackers while Riyo watches until the silence starts to itch. Before long, they’re making their own entertainment—moving from snacks to "Battle Faces", then balancing glass jars on their heads, not bothering to catch them when they slip and shatter against the floorboards.
Riyo walks over to the fogged-up window, her finger squeaking against the glass as she draws a caricature of Enjin with an impossibly large pompadour and angry, slanted eyes.
"Absolute masterpiece," she brags, stepping back.
Amo’s attempt is a simple, shaky circle with two dots for eyes and a wide, straight line for a mouth. It looks like a mask.
Riyo stands behind her, looking at the drawing. She doesn’t tease her. Instead, she reaches out and draws a pair of messy, jagged lines coming off the top of the circle’s head. "Hey, you drew me! Look, it’s got my hair."
Amo’s shoulders drop, the tension leaving her frame. She lets out a tiny, huffed sound.
The shop’s shadows deepen as the storm refuses to pass. Riyo leans back, eyes locked on Amo. She knows Amo’s energy is a mask—fidgety, sometimes frantic, like she’s waiting for someone to call her bluff. Riyo doesn’t poke at it; instead, she kicks at a splintered floorboard. "Truth or dare?"
Amo’s face lights up. "Truth! You first."
Riyo considers, twirling a strand of red hair around her finger. "Fine. Why’d you join the Cleaners?" She keeps it light, but there’s a weight under the words.
Amo’s eyes flick to the floor, lips pressing together. The truth of it wants to rise—because Corvus told her to, because she had nowhere else to go—but she swallows it. "I wanted some new pretty boots," she says instead. She waggles her foot, too-large boot flopping. "They’re good for stomping heads."
Riyo makes a show of listening, then snorts. "You’re such a weirdo, Amo."
Amo’s smile loosens around the edges. "Oh..."
Riyo notices at once and reaches over to squeeze her shoulder.
"Nah. It’s a good thing," she says. "Why d’ya think I hang around you all the time?"
After that, they fall into a companionable hush, the rain a drumline on the roof. Riyo’s mind skitters—she’s never been good at these moments, the ones that go quiet and real all at once. She fiddles with a loose thread on her sleeve, glancing at Amo, hoping her words haven’t struck a nerve.
Amo catches her looking and blushes. "Your turn."
Riyo shrugs, trying for casual. She stretches her arms over her head, joints cracking. "Dare. Hit me. Please don’t make me do anything embarrassing."
Amo’s orange eyes go bright. "Ok! I dare you to... say one nice thing about me!"
Riyo scoffs. "What the hell, Amo-Chan, that’s just truth in disguise!"
She leans in, grinning. "You’re really awesome, Empool. You’re… not what I expected. You make this mess of a life feel like less of a mess."
Amo blinks, eyes wide, head tilting slightly as she tries to make sense of Riyo’s words. Her cheeks flush bright red.
They drift closer without noticing. Riyo studies Amo’s face, the way it shifts—soft and hopeful, as if she’s never been spoken to that way before. Riyo can’t stand how earnest it is.
She hops up and grabs a piece of broken plywood from the counter, running the flat of it along one of the empty shelves.
"Getting mushy in here, ain’t it?" She jokes.
Amo stares with those searching eyes, quieter now.
The silence stretches. It’s not uncomfortable exactly, but edged with something unsaid. Outside, the rain slackens a little, the city’s bright colours sharpening through the streaked glass again.
"Hey," Riyo says, leaning into the softness now. "You are gonna, uh, stick around, right? Like… with the Cleaners. With me."
Amo looks at Riyo, and her heartbeat quickens in a way she doesn’t quite understand. "Yes. I want to."
Riyo stills, the scraping of wood against the shelves falling silent. She huffs out a nervous laugh. She sinks down next to Amo again, close enough to see the shine in her eyes. She pulls Amo slightly toward her, then rests her head against her shoulder.
"Good. Be a pain in the ass where I can see you."
Amo smiles, crooked and bright, and before she has a chance to reply, Riyo tilts her head and presses a gentle kiss to her lips.
The kiss is a little awkward at first—Amo’s eyes go wide, her hands hanging uselessly at her sides. But when Riyo’s hand finds Amo’s jaw, steadying her, she relaxes into it. It’s sweet. Chaste. Riyo doesn’t push it any further than that.
When they pull apart, Amo is still smiling.
They’re both a little breathless, surprised by how easy it was.
"Not so bad, being stuck in the rain with me, is it?" Riyo mutters, bumping Amo’s shoulder.
Amo bumps her back—something she probably wouldn’t have dared a few minutes ago. It makes Riyo grin.
By the time the rain eases enough to head out, everything feels lighter. Amo jumps in every puddle she finds, and Riyo threatens to push her into the biggest one. They walk back together, shoulder to shoulder, giggling the entire way.
I look at your face that brings me light like sky lanterns.
Lightly holds your hands like my warm springs.
Only you i can truly adore.
Can you blame me for it, my peony?
A love i had for a girl was labeled as "Forbidden"
Loving someone that stabs me with it's cruelest punishment.
If loving you was still a "sin",
Swear, i'll let myself be burned at stake like a demonized witch.
Though truly, i can never bring myself to stop adoring your soul.
Using an acrostic method for this and using the word "Philocalist", it was a test since i haven't found any other way to write a poem without Acrostic technique..
At first, i used to like One only where i clinged to her so bad because i was hanged to a trauma that made me isolate myself from everyone.
But as time goes by, Pencil is basically the same as her, and as me too. But, she's rather really based to me, and so with Leafy(but i usually mirror to her more, because my ending is like her)
And then there's one time where i starting to be a fond of onecil because i like toxic yuri at some point, and then i tried to yumeship myself and become the poly of onecil, but that didn't affect me alot.
Untill slowly i weirdly see them as my parents, because of how much i based my life and infact it feels like they're around, near at me at all times like a guardian, but it's rather they're just there to witness and watch over, And i kinda felt comforted from it. so the story is kind of odd, but i swear it's more than that, it's just alot of the ones are private matters.
So I'm literally Onecil's daughter(with myself slowly becoming Leafy), and lowk im a yume-famillial to them.
