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creative-kny-fics · 2 months

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This is an ask inspired by the last thing you posted on your old account (I think)

It's completely fine if you don't wanna do this, and idk how I'd put it into words exactly, but maybe like it could be a demon art that has trapped them? You can decide cuz idk-

But yeah- could you try do

Lees: Sanemi and Genya

Ler: (a random demon/demon of your choice because I have no idea-)

Here's the picture btw

(You can decline this ask ofc!)

I already came up with the idea, so yes, let's make both brothers have a mission! Also, I've been wanting to make a fic out of it for a while (put up with that Shinazugawa!)

Lees: Sanemi Shinazugawa and Genya Shinazugawa

Ler: Demon

Don't you think it's romantic that after a long day of work, you take a walk with your partner?

Well, this was exactly what Sanemi and Giyuu were doing, and apparently they weren't the only ones who had had that idea...

'This is pathetic, I should be walking with Giyuu right now, holding his hand and maybe giving him a few kisses on his cheek...'

'WHAT?! Why are you blaming me?! I should be angry, you interrupted my date with Muichiro!', yep, these two couples had the idea of going for a walk.

Although Giyuu tried to get Sanemi to let him pass, Muichiro didn't help much, that was what would have triggered Sanemi to take Genya by the arm and lead him away from the place, leaving Giyuu and Muichiro alone.

What did Muichiro do? He kissed Genya, but for Sanemi it was not an innocent kiss and he was not going to tolerate Muichiro "perverting" e his little brother.

'You're still too young for this, you shouldn't spend so much time with Muichiro, things can happen...'

'Ew, hell no! We are still very young! Besides, if something happened, what would it matter to you? Do I complain to you when you have your "encounters" with Giyuu?'

'OW OW OW OW!!!', eeeeh well, this was Sanemi's fear.

Now not only did he have to deal with Muichiro getting on his nerves, but now Genya was also picking up that behavior. 'Stop complaining, I'm just pulling your ear while we walk. Ugh, well, keep walking straight and you'll find my farm. Go away.'

'Of course not! And if you can spend time with Giyuu, why can't I spend time with Muichiro?!'

'That's none of your business, go home, I'll go after leaving Giyuu at his'

Genya yelled at him, watching him leave, but when he stopped he found it strange, he hadn't said anything offensive yet.

But the reason was different, Sanemi only threatened with his katana those who treated him badly or the demons, and since there was no one around, apparently there was a demon nearby.

'To the house... NOW!!', he refused, he wasn't going to get away from him, he wouldn't forgive himself if something happened to his aniki.

So he secretly followed him, it would have been useful if he had brought his weapon with him, he knew that he should not go unarmed, but Muichiro had convinced him that he would take care of him and that he should not carry his weapon.

When he reached a path with different paths, he didn't know which one to choose, he kept trying to guess which way Sanemi would have gone, until something grabbed him by the feet, making him fall and dragging him.

'ANI-!!', he tried to scream, but what seemed to be tentacles covered his mouth.

But do you think Genya was going to stay there and do nothing? Naaaaah, Genya growled under those tentacles and started biting them, and it seemed to work, the harder she bit, the tentacle holding her ankles lessened its grip.

He gave one last bite, stronger than the previous ones, this bite was so strong that he even tore off part of the tentacle that he had in his mouth, which as soon as he tore it off, it disappeared.

'SANEMI!! THE DEMON IS HERE!! THE-!!', again those tentacles came out, but this time they didn't do anything to Genya.

Sanemi cut them off before they touched him and when he saw that their owner tried to hide, Sanemi followed him, insulting him for trying to hurt his little brother, while he followed him.

'Aniki?! ANIKI!!', what a problem!

He couldn't keep up with Sanemi and when he stopped to get some air, he completely lost sight of him, he wished he had Zenitsu or Uzui's hearing at that time, or perhaps Tanjiro's sense of smell, it would help him a lot.

'Sanemi, are you there?! If you listen to me, I will go for help! Giyuu and Muichiro must still be here! I'm going to-!!'

And this was the 3rd time this demon pulled Genya's legs hahaha, only this time he didn't have enough time to react and was dragged away.

Oh, if you're wondering about Sanemi, he's in good hands, or rather, good tentacles. 'Is seriously?! You should have left! Don't worry, I'll get us out of here one way or another!'

'Aha, without your katana?' 'What are you taking about? I haven't parted with my katana...', Sanemi looked up, his katana was above them, and if it wasn't humiliating enough, the tentacles made the katana act as if it were greeting its owner.

Both brothers sighed, those tentacles would probably crush them until their bones broke or until blood came out of their mouths, but this demon is something peculiar.

Why peculiar? An ordinary demon would have done that, crushed them to death, but for some strange reason, it didn't happen that way.

'Hey Hey hey! What the fuck does this mean?!'

'EEEEH?!' 'Ooooh fucking demon, you want to rip off our limbs, don't you?!', nope, not this demon.

As I said before, this demon is peculiar, so much so that it even surprised Sanemi.

Those thick tentacles began to divide and become small ones, they were small enough that they could be equal to the size of the fingers of the hand. 'What the hell...? Damn, are you having fun?! Go ahead then! Do your damn trick the fuck before I get really pissed off!'

Genya shut him up, did Sanemi have a death wish?! Now the fight was not between Sanemi and the demon, it was between both Shinazugawas.

They both only fell silent when something began to touch almost their entire body, as if it were testing some things.

'S-Sanemi...' 'You must be fucking with me... YOU MUST BE FUCKING WITH ME!!!', language ...!

Genya was afraid, maybe that demon wanted to know if they were fat enough to devour them or let them go, but one way or another he would kill them, he could feel, whatever they were, fingers, tentacles, branches, leaves, entering his uniform .

Sanemi felt desperate, he needed his katana because apparently the demon would start with Genya and he WOULD NOT ALLOW his brother to die in front of his eyes, he was almost there, he could achieve it until a laugh disconcerted him, they were on the verge of death and he was I laughing?!

'What the hell...? Genya, why the fuck are you laughing?!'

'I cahahahahan't hehehelp i-it! It's caharehehessihihing my ahaharmpihits a-and my nahavehehel! Fohohorgihive me nemi!'

'You're certainly too ticklish for your own good, don't worry, aniki has everything under control... So don't wo-... Wait... What the fuck did you say?'

Fear had already entered Genya's brain and he began to speak incoherently. Sanemi couldn't believe that his brother was laughing, in a dangerous situation, HE WAS LAUGHING AT HIS OWN DEATH.

He would have scolded him, but he could see those tentacles moving underneath his uniform, moving as if they were searching for something, at this point in the night, nothing seemed to surprise him...

'Genya is that serious?! Come on, don't you want to be a hashira?! Why the hell don't you control your reactions?!'

'I try!! You kno-know I'm ahahaha tihicklihihsh and shi-shihihit!! Do something! I dohohon't wahahant to stahahart beheheggihihihng ahahahaha dehemohohon fohohor my lifeeeee!!', honestly Sanemi doesn't either.

He frowned and tried again to grab his katana, but every time he did, those damn tentacles pulled it further away from him and moved it like "Do you want it? Come get it~".

He didn't know what they were planning but as soon as he stretched his arms far enough, he felt a pair of vines gather his wrists together and hold his arms above his head.

'Hah?! Do you think you have me cornered?! Wait until I take my katana and you'll see how I'll turn you into dust, you fucking bastard!! LET GO OF GENYA!! I AM THE HASHIRA!!'

'Hehehehey!! Sahanehemihihi! Ahahaha!! Wahahatch ohohohout'

A tentacle approached his cheek, but it was so close to his mouth that it bit it and tore it off, whatever it was, it tasted strange, ohagi...?

Sanemi began to force himself to lower his arms or try to free them, he had to get him and Genya out of that situation, but everything was in vain, that demon started playing.

He let go of Sanemi and although it seemed like he would fall, he grabbed him again and stayed like that for a while, until Sanemi no longer had his senses fully concentrated and it was time.

'Damn devil, did you really think I was going to...?'

'O-oh nohohohoho!! Sa-Sanemi!! Don't fahahahall into theheheheir game!!'

'D-do you thi-thihink I'm going to do it?! Y-you're not go-gohohoing to ma-make me la-lahahaugh!! Do yo-you nehehehed shit bi-bigger thahahahan thahahat to mahahakehehehe me... hysterical!, brave or stupid?

We are not going to state the obvious, Sanemi was not being able to tolerate it, he was close to breaking, perhaps Genya being too ticklish was a brother thing, but Sanemi's stubbornness in the face of the attack was not similar to Genya's.

He growled, he whispered curses, he clenched his teeth tightly when he thought the laugh was going to come out, EVERYTHING, but do you know why Giyuu is one of the few people who is able to make Sanemi hysterical?

It's because there is a small spot in Sanemi that makes him beg for his life, whoever he is, he was not able to bear it, it would be a shame if that demon discovered him...

'Sahanehehemihihi!! Do something!! I wihihill go hystehehericahahahal if thihihis con-con-continues!! I can't tahahake it anymohohorehehe!!'

'I will find a way...!! T-trust... Grk!! Trust your brother...', nah, no one is going to get out of that situation unscathed.

There came a moment where Genya screamed and it was not a good sign, his laughter grew and he began to kick while asking me to let him go, it was not a very good sign.

Sanemi growled and gave his last attempt to free himself, and the worst part fell to him.

'HEY!! FU-FUHUHUCK!! AGH!! NOHOT THE-THEHEREHEHE!!' 'SANEMI!! HEHEHELP!! OH GOHOHOSH!! IHIHIT TIHICKLEHEHES!! I CAHAHAN'T!!'

I will call this... "the hysteria of the Shinazugawa brothers", what do you think? Bad name? I know, but I needed some filler for this part

'I am in trouble?' 'If Shinazugawa finds out that you were trying to enter his estate to resume your date with Genya, you will be...'

'But you found me at Shinazugawa's estate because you wanted to do the same with Sanemi', well, Giyuu was at the same situation, so he was no one to judge Muichiro's actions.

But it was curious, it had been almost an hour or maybe less since the date had ended, taking away minutes from Sanemi and Genya arguing and walking back home, and yet, they were not there.

They started looking for them, maybe they were hungry and came out? They decided to go the way back, they had to separate and it seemed that there was no success, until...

'How strange, I hear screams... Ginko, go tell Tomioka to come to this location, quickly!'

Ginko nodded and after a few minutes, Giyuu arrived, telling Ginko and Kanzaburo to leave the place so they wouldn't get hurt.

They began to approach carefully, they were ready to attack whoever was attacking, but, there seemed to be no danger.

'FUCKFUCKFUCK!! STO-STOHOHOHOOOOOP PLEHEHAHAHASE!! DAHAHAMN! SHIHIHIHIT AHAHAHA DE-DEMON!! PUT ME DOHOHOHOWN AND AHAHAHAHAHA!! FIHIHIHIGHT GRRRR L-LI-LIKE A MAHAHAHAHAN!! JUHUHUHUST WAHAHAHAHAHIIIIIT!!'

'PLEEEEASE STOHOHOP!! IT'S AHAHAHAHA TO-TOO MUHUHUHUCH!! I'M DYING! I'M AHAHAHAHAHA DYIHIHIHING!!!', yes, it was definitely not what they planned to find.

Muichiro and Giyuu looked at each other, they turned their heads and rubbed their eyes as they saw the scene again, they weren't hallucinating, they were really seeing it.

They saw both brothers trying to kick, without success, curling up on themselves, also without success, they didn't even seem to be trying to fight anymore, their faces were red and sweaty, probably from laughing so much uncontrollably, who knows how long they would have been trapped there, but it didn't matter anymore.

'I can't believe what I'm seeing...'

'Me neither... What do you said Muichiro? Ready to save a damsel in distress?' 'Hahahaha good one! I'm ready!'

Don't worry, nothing happened to the two of them, they had better coordination than Sanemi and Genya but despite this, they did not manage to cut off the demon's head, there was not even a demon apparently, they searched throughout the cave but there was no trace.

So until they heard the cawing of their crows and knew exactly where the main body was, Giyuu gave Muichiro the honors, he had to save his boyfriend and brother-in-law after all.

'P--plea-plehehahase Giyuhuhuu...! Do-dohohon't tihihicklehehe me...!!'

'I'm not even doing it, I'm just trying to caress your cheek to give you encouragement. Hahahaha how cute~', Sanemi covered his face in embarrassment, it's not like Giyuu hadn't seen him in that state before, but you already know what Sanemi is like.

Giyuu giggled and placed Sanemi's head in his lap as he stroked his hair, trying not to touch any part of his skin after Sanemi squealed when he tried to kiss his forehead.

Muichiro snorted but fell silent when he glanced at Giyuu and he frowned, making him look away and whistle secretly. 'Genya? You're still with me, right?'

'I-I thihihink so... Pleheheasehehe Muhuhuhui... Don-don't tehehahasehe ahaha me...' 'Naaaaah, I wouldn't, I wouldn't tease my cute boyfriend, you're so cute!'

Genya groaned in embarrassment and turned on his side, he should have stayed quiet, but he couldn't get angry with Muichiro after he sat him on his lap and hugged him while kissing his forehead.

'I think they're going to fall asleep, don't you think so too?'

'Yes, do you need help with Genya? I can carry you both.'

'I'm a hashira, I can carry my boyfriend on my own. I'll take him to Gyomei-San, you can take him to his estate.'

Giyuu was surprised and laughed since Muichiro usually doesn't let him go with Sanemi so easily, in response from Muichiro "now he looks like a trained dog, so..."

Let's move on to the final scene, Sanemi is comfortably lying down with Giyuu hugging him and Genya is quietly sleeping as he "fights" with Muichiro regarding not being cold to wear sheets

#demon slayer tickling #demon slayer tickle #contains genmui #contains sanegiyuu #lee!sanemi #lee!genya #ler!demon

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kakashixhatakesxwhore · 3 months

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SHIKA FIC PLEASE!

thank you to this one person who was interested in my stupid little roommate!Shikamaru hcs (they're here, if you wanna see 'em) - here's the meeting, the warming up and the conversation of co-signing.

450 Autumn Avenue

Pairing: roomate!Shikamaru x f!Reader

Summary: Two dealers, destined to be together, are both very nonchalant and fickle with affection.

W/c: 5k

Warnings: Drugs (heavy references and consumption), profane language, I wanted another profiterole, Modern AU (it's about 2004)

A/n: this is so self-indulgent, but i love this with all my heart so lmk if you want more

Masterlist💿

The breeze had a sugar coating as it wafted down the street, from the bakery on Main. It was decadent and, even four hours after close, it was still strong in the night air. You remembered swearing to yourself that you would buy a pastry before your class the next day; maybe a chouquette, or perhaps a canelé... no, you wanted a profiterole. You knew you would only get five, but you considered buying ten, for the sake of entertaining your gluttony toward the choux pastry.

With your mind wrapped in a sugar-y daydream with a chocolate coating, you leaned against a lamp post casually and regarded the drifting stars with a reverent gaze. A glance at the clock tower told you that your last customer had twenty minutes before you dipped.

Another minute passed, and you brought your silver cigarette tin from your pocket. You hated buying pre-rolled cigarettes; rolling your own smokes was therapeutic, you could mix a little extra herb in there, you were folding your own filters - there were so many pluses, you couldn't even think of a minus (other than time consumption, but, therapy).

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

You sparked your Clipper and lit your cigarette before turning to your customer with a blank face. It didn't stay blank for more than a second, because your lip curled as soon as your eyes landed on the unknown man standing with Kiba. You dragged your cigarette, debating your options.

"I'm sorry," you hummed, not taking your eyes off of the aloof noiret beside your charge. "You have me mistaken for someone else."

"Oh, stop it, Shikamaru's not a cop," Kiba snickered quietly, taking a step toward you. Your eyes flickered to his face, and he smiled confidently, whispering, "He's a plug too, don't ya know."

"Why are you putting my business in the paper?" Shikamaru chided, suddenly invested in the exchange.

He was finally looking at you, so you looked at him. Your eyes connected with his, and you were instantly consumed by the gorgeously mixed hues of brown in his eyes. The lamppost that you were all standing under was surely doing him no justice, and you suddenly felt the urge to see his eyes under unadulterated sunlight.

"Well, you're a small fish compared to her." Kiba's teasing laughter broke you out of the trance, but not Shikamaru.

A small thought flickered in the back of your mind, and you mumbled, "Well, I've been looking for a new green pusher-"

"Then I'm your man," Shikamaru said loosely before he could stop himself. Eyes widened, you focused on him again and Shikamaru's lip quirked in a smile as he said, "I've got every kind of green you can imagine. So much green, I've got purple, and gold."

"Let me finish the ounce I've got..." You trailed off, beguiled by the previously sleepy man, who now stood before you with a bursting liveliness. "I don't buy off randos, usually."

"Then let's sesh," he suggested brashly. "Two birds, one stone; you can polish off your residual, and get to know your new plug, in the same breath."

Your eye twitched slightly, shocked that this man was speaking to you like he was trying to pick you up at a bar. You weren't entirely opposed to it. Slowly, you looked him up, then down, and hummed, "We'll see."

Giving his friend a strange look over his shoulder, Kiba stood in front of Shikamaru, obscuring your view, and smiled at you, "Anyway, have you got anything for me?"

Without reaction, you put your free hand in your pocket and hooked your cigarette onto your lip. Kiba pulled a small wad of cash out of his pocket. You snatched it, and replaced it quickly with a small dime bag of five pressed pills. Shoving the money in your pocket, your eyes scanned the area, and you relaxed somewhat- before you saw Shikamaru steal the bag out of Kiba's clutch and inspect the pills in the open air.

"What'd you lace these with?" He asked with a knowing lilt.

The fucking gall. The gumption. Where was the decorum? A fellow dealer, no less. Green plugs were never the most professional, but rude? That was new.

You spat, "Nothing."

"Mhm, right," he murmured, turning the small bag over in his fingers.

There was that knowing pitch again. Like he was seeing through your veil, despite there never being one in the first place.

Who the fuck was this guy?

You pulled the cigarette from your lips and sneered, "I lied. They're pressed with louee."

A moment of silence settled over the small congregation on the sidewalk, and Shikamaru's eyes lifted to meet yours, as if he were trying to peer into your soul to judge your statement.

His energy crackled, debating your retort seriously.

"What's... louee?" Kiba chimed in hesitantly, feeling the thick smattering of tension in the air.

Without breaking his piercing stare, Shikamaru hissed lowly, "Speed."

"Mhm. So, ask yourself-" You dragged your cigarette to really prolong your sentence, just to piss off this long haired prick. "-would I waste perfectly good louee on some bullshit E purchase?" Tilting your head to punctuate your words, you smiled strangely and looked at Kiba. "Enjoy. I wouldn't take 'em all at once, but have some fun with it."

Dipping your head, you started down the avenue you had been standing in the middle of for nearly an hour. You were already fantasizing about your warm apartment when that audacious asshole stopped you dead in your tracks.

"Let me get your number, ah?" You looked over your shoulder with a quirked down and Shikamaru smirked, rubbing the back of his neck, "So we can hook up later 'n' smoke, y'know."

"Oh, yeah? Y'wanna hook up with me? "

Putting your cigarette between your lips, you drifted over to the nearest wall. From inside your jacket, you procured a pen and tore a corner from a page in your pocket notebook.

You scribbled your number down, but not your name, as the two men drew nearer to you. Lowly, you started on the usual spiel that your new customers got. Kiba would have read him the Riot Act for you, but he was such an old customer that he probably would forget the smaller details.

"Don't text me about anything; I'll block you if you do. Call me between five in the afternoon and two in the morning, if you want to get ahold of me; not before, and certainly not after. I'll give you an hour to meet me, but you have to take two hours away from the time I give you. Tell me what you want-"

"I never knew chick dealers had so many rules and regulations," Shikamaru interrupted with a condescending laugh. "Remember, you're the one who wants to buy off me."

"Fine, then," you shrugged, crumpling the paper with a sweet smile. You looked at the two men; Kiba, smug, and Shikamaru looked... hm. Regretful? Almost like he was ready to negate what he had just said. It almost made you laugh as you told him, "I've got a thousand other connections - I don't need to take your shit for some shoddy leaf."

"I bet you'd change your tune if you tried my herb," Shikamaru argued, looking like he was trying to cover up the sliver of hurt with bravado.

You looked at Kiba and asked, "You ever sesh with this prick?"

"All the time," Kiba nodded, seemingly happy to contribute something to the conversation. "He really does have gas, and has a few cool pieces of glass."

"See, sunshine? My references are in order," Shikamaru added, quick to steal your gaze back.

Normally, you'd have wished them both a goodnight, and walked away then and there. But... you could still smell that sweet bakery air... and the stars were twinkling so brightly... you felt as if you were under a spell.

"Meet me at Other Delights, tomorrow, then, at ten after four."

"Awfully specific time," Shikamaru chuckled lowly, a small grin stretching across his lips.

Your eyebrow quirked and you couldn't help but smirk as you asked, "Does that not work-"

"It works, it works," he assured you before you could even finish the question. "I've got a class at two that'll probably end at the perfect time for that."

"A class? Not one at U of K?" To your surprise, Shikamaru nodded slowly, and you mumbled, "Not an antiquity class, surely?"

His smile immediately deepened. "It surely is, girly." Shikamaru chuckled, "If I get there on time and see you, maybe we could sit together."

"Christ, I didn't bring you along to flirt," Kiba groaned, trying to walk away, but lagging behind for his friend. "C'mon, we got what we need - she doesn't like stragglers."

"Too true, Kiba, thank you," you grinned, taking a step away. "G'night, boys. Have some fun."

On the way home, you mind wandered. It weaved strange patterns, but always came back to the same subject; Shikamaru. No matter how hard you tried, he was the one thought that wouldn't leave your mind.

It wasn't in a very smitten, or even sexual way - you just thought about him.

What would he get at the bakery? What was his major? Did he prefer tea cakes, or pastries? Was the antiquity class his elective or a required course? Would he get a drink with a sweet, or just one or the other? Did he find the class as interesting as you did?

You couldn't get that man out of your head, and you knew he was different from the rest.

Shikamaru was much the same, except he could instantly admit to himself that you had caught his fancy. Kiba had warned him about how knock-out attractive you were, but he never thought a woman really could be so beautiful.

But there you were.

The next day, Shikamaru came early to the university and was the first in the lecture hall - properly ready to never be late again.

Would it be lame to save a seat for you? Was that too try-hard-ish?

Should he have sat closer to the front instead of the dead back? People had started to funnel into the lecture hall; a hundred faces, except the one Shikamaru wanted to see. Where the fuck were you?

His eyes kept flickering to the clock above the door. Your time was thinning, and Shikamaru started to wonder if you were even going to show up.

Then, on cue, the door was pulled open and you step inside. The two TAs for the class were close behind your black-clad form, and seemingly locked in a jovial conversation. Well, they were smiling like idiots, while you face remained straight. Just before you started ascending the stairs to the rows of seats, you gave Kotetsu and Izumo a small smile that didn't reach your eyes at all, then turned and started to climb.

They were clearly over the moon. Maybe you had organized a deal with them, though Shikamaru would've never sold to TAs. Maybe you were bold like that, audacious.

Debating on waving you over, Shikamaru didn't need to do anything to garner your attention. Rightfully so, he thought smugly as you locked eyes with him from across the lecture hall.

It was like you had a sixth sense, able to find him without any search. It had to be fate, that Kiba had such a hot dealer, and that you would be perfect for Shikamaru. He made a good choice, going along to Kiba's deal.

"Afternoon," Shikamaru hummed with a small smirk as you took the seat to his left and smiled at him.

Pulling your bag onto your lap, you started rifling through it for your books and sighed, "Hello."

"How are you?" He couldn't take his eyes off of your side profile, finally clear in the light of the classroom.

"Fine, I suppose - my tummy hurts, but nothing new." You pulled out the golden textbook, a blue notebook, and a purple pen, then angled yourself toward Shikamaru. "How are you?"

"Hungry for a sweet; are we still on for that, after class?"

A subtle, but beautiful, blush dusted along your cheeks and you dipped your head a little. Then you nodded slowly, and Shikamaru couldn't contain the smile that ripped across his face.

"Perfect - I'm buying."

The bashful expression on your face melted in an instant, and your nose scrunched. "I can pay for both of us."

"What? You think I'm strapped for cash?"

"Well, I don't think you make half as much as I do, that's for sure."

"Bitch, please," Shikamaru laughed, almost offended. "I've probably got more customers, who buy more frequently and buy more product, than yours."

With a playful glint in your eye, you sneered quietly, "We're forgetting whose product is worth more."

"Again, who moves more product?"

To Shikamaru's joy, you leaned closer to him, and lowered your voice even further. "I sell five different chems, all worth at least one thousand yen a hit - what you make on a busy Friday night, I make within an hour on a Tuesday."

You smelled divine - did you just shower? No, it had to be your perfume, wafting toward Shikamaru in the proximity you shared. He was disappointed he missed it the night prior, but was so grateful he was close enough now. Floral, and sweet, with an undercut of assorted smokes.

You smelled like home, Shikamaru remembered distinctly thinking to himself, though you didn't live together yet; the idea wasn't even so much as a twinkle in anyone's eye.

"Okay," he mumbled. "Whatever makes you happy."

"I'll buy us ten- no, twenty profiteroles to split - that'll make me really happy," you smiled, sitting back in your seat immediately. Closing your eyes, you fantasized in a hush, "And a box of macrons, and a whole mille-feuille, and two slices of a treacle tart." Then your eyes fluttered open and locked with Shikamaru's as you asked, "Do you like cream with treacle tarts, or custard?"

Was there a wrong answer? Maybe.

"Mm... custard," Shikamaru replied honestly, a little afraid that he should have lied.

But, you smiled, "Good. Me too. I think cream fucks with the integrity of the tart, especially ice cream."

Thank God. "You really rock with desserts, huh?"

"Most important course of a meal," you nodded. "Why? Haven't you got a sweet tooth?"

"Not one as ravenous as yours, it seems," Shikamaru teased. You scrunched your nose a little, but chuckled under your breath. "What's your favourite sweet treat, sunshine?"

"Why?" You hummed. "Wanna surprise me with it, one day, and win my heart, you shameless flirt?"

No one who knew Shikamaru properly would have ever called him a flirt, let alone shameless. But... he never saw a point in hiding his emotions, especially not now. Finally, a woman was beside him, and he didn't have to lie or force himself to smile. Every woman, young or old, stranger or family, was always so bothersome to Shikamaru; every woman, except for you. You didn't bother him at all.

"And if I did?" He asked boldly.

You snickered and smacked his shoulder lightly. "I'd eat the pastry, but it takes more than a bit of sugar to win me over."

In that moment, the professor strolled into the room and right up to the blackboard. With a piece of chalk in hand, he launched right into the lecture, hardly putting his case down before scribbling a timeline onto the board.

Shikamaru found out that you were quite the diligent student. Your notes were substantive, and your eyes never strayed from the front of the class. You didn't ask questions, and you sure seemed to think that most of the questions other students asked were just time-wasters. Under your breath, you'd mumble two or three succinct words that would answer each question - then sat patiently as the prof took ten minutes to answer each question.

The class took too long. Shikamaru could hardly focus on the Mycenean Period; not when a girl so gorgeous was beside him, and not when he had a kinda-sorta-date with her after the class.

Mercifully, as the clock struck four, Sarutobi packed it away and assigned next week's seminar reading.

"Do you ever do the readings?" You asked Shikamaru as the two of you slipped out the back door of the lecture hall.

Traipsing down the stairs, he chuckled, "Not usually. Maybe if I'm bored."

"If that's the case, you should read the next chapter - it's riveting."

"Whatever you say, girly," he hummed, unconvinced that antiquated history could be riveting. "So, what do you do other than sell, and school? Or is that just about it?"

You contemplated you answer then shrugged, "I play my saxophone... but, after that, you've got my days down to a T."

"Christ - selling, schooling, and saxophoning?" He summarized. You nodded. "Where's the flavour? The zest?"

"My saxophone is pretty zesty," you snickered. "I'll give you a show one day, and you'll eat your words."

"Oh, yeah, Careless Whispers would really knock my socks off."

"Man, fuck you; I play the baritone sax."

That meant nothing to Shikamaru, but he questioned you. That lead to a zealous rant from you, explaining how Careless Whispers is played on a tenor saxophone, with an alto saxophone portion, and, while you knew how to play both saxophones, you only owned a Big Bari, as you so lovingly referred to it.

The rant lead the two of you right up to the bakery doors.

With a wide, relaxed smile, Shikamaru swung the glass door open for you and followed you in as you were wrapping up a bit about soprano saxophones.

Finally, in front of the sweet treats of Other Delights, you went silent - and Shikamaru almost wanted to walk out of the bakery and circle the block with you a few times. He wasn't ready for you to stop speaking. The air felt vacuous and so empty.

"Hello, missus," the man behind the counter greeted you with a toothy grin. His eyes flickered to Shikamaru then back to you as he asked with an odd tone, "Is today really the day you choose to break my heart?"

"No," you giggled. "I'm just bringing you a new customer - you should be happy."

"Ah, so long as I still have a chance to woo you, I am," he smiled, eyes twinkling at you. "What'll it be today, missus? Fifty profiteroles and a liter of chocolate milk?"

To Shikamaru's distress, you actually laughed. He hadn't made you laugh like that. Not yet.

Well, fuck this guy, Shikamaru would be able to make you laugh ten times harder - he just needed to get you away from this motherfucker.

"How's about twenty? And..." You looked over the display case, unaware that both men were staring at you intently. Without looking at him, you bumped your hand against Shikamaru's and asked lowly, "Would you share a thing of meringue with me?"

"'Course." Was that an actual question?

Your gaze flickered back up to the man as you pulled your wallet out of your bag. "Okay, twenty profiteroles, and a box of baked meringues."

"No problem, missus - that'll be fourteen thousand."

You started collecting bills, stopped at fourteen thousand, then shook your head and drew another couple of bills. You gave the man the stack and he counted it quickly, before giving you a very flat look.

"No," you said plainly.

"Miss-"

"No, stop it, Haruki - I can't use your discount."

"It's for friends and family, of course you can," he said warmly.

Despite the slight blush on your nose, you shook your head. "Give it to someone who deserves it."

The argument ended there, and Shikamaru realized he had some serious competition.

The thought of giving up didn't even flit past his mind, though; he knew you were different, that you were meant to be his, and no bakery clerk would get to Shikamaru so easily. He was determined, in a way he'd never been before.

After a second, the man had collected all the pastries you'd ordered, then gave them to you in a pretty, pink box. He gave you a parting wink and you dipped your head, taking the box and leaving with Shikamaru in tow.

"You two fucking, or something?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"I think it's a fair question; he definitely wants some of your cake."

Face flushing bright, you shoved Shikamaru lightly and shook your head adamantly. "Don't be fucking gross - I'm a regular there."

"I'm just being real," he hummed as you started leading him down the street. "Where are we going?"

"My place," you said casually. "So we can smoke, and have some milk with all this sugar."

Bet Haruki's never been over, he thought smugly.

"Sounds wonderful."

And wasn't it ever.

Your bachelor's apartment was spunky as Hell, and the perfect place to cut loose. Old posters adorned your walls, with paintings and pictures mixed into the fray. It's to cover that ugly Spackle paint, you said, as if your decor needed defense.

The two of you dug into the pastries, and you flicked on the television. You had a cable package that included every big channel, and, when you tuned into CBS for the tail end of a re-run episode of your favourite soap opera, Shikamaru wondered if you could be any more perfect.

Yes.

From the second you pulled your rolling tray out from under the table, Shikamaru knew he needed to be in your life until he died. You were a gift from the Heavens, he reckoned, as you popped a whole profiterole in your mouth. He'd never seem someone roll up so tightly, or with such precision, even while your hands shook.

"You're like a fucking doctor," Shikamaru wowed as you passed him a roll-up. "You should roll for me, then I could sell pre's."

"I'd be expecting a cut, and I doubt you'd be so inclined," you teased, already rolling another joint.

Snatching a Clipper off the table, Shikamaru chuckled, "You make a point, Doc."

You barked a laugh, then got a hold of yourself quickly, scared to spill the weed out of your joint. But, Shikamaru's heart soared, and he knew he had to make you laugh again, or else he'd never know peace.

Waiting until you finished the second joint, Shikamaru then sparkled yours and his at the same time, with the same flame. You both blew cherries, then leaned away from each other and into the couch.

At the stroke of five, your cellphone began to ring, just as The Young and the Restless turned over to the nightly news. You sighed heavily, and flipped open your phone.

"Er... three," you said.

Then you nodded and pulled a pad of paper toward you on the table. You scribbled 400 μg onto the page, made sone affirming noise, then snapped your phone shut. Not even a second passed before your phone began to ring again. You repeated the number three, then wrote 500 mg E on the page, hanging up again.

Dragging the roach of his joint, Shikamaru asked in an inhale, "When does your line stop blowing up, usually?"

"Well, it's a Wednesday - so I might get five or six more calls throughout the night, but they usually get way spread out after the prompt ones," you answered, hooking your roach into your lip and standing up. You gave Shikamaru a strange look, then asked, "Y'won't rob me if I get the orders ready, eh?"

"No promises," he chortled, and you chuckled, shaking your head as you drew over to the bookshelf in the corner of the room. "I've been meaning to ask you anyway-" Shikamaru crushed the roach's cherry into the ash tray on the table, then looked up at your turned away form as you fiddled with some box. He took that as a go-ahead, so he continued, "-do you really sell louee, or were you just yanking my chain last night?"

"Fuck no, I don't sell Crystal Meth - are you insane?" You snipped, pulling the box from the shelf and crouching over it on the floor. "No, I only sell hallucinogens; your regular E, Acid, Psylocibin, and then Ket and Angel Dust to customers I really fuck with."

"How much do you skim off your stash?" When you gave him an incredulous look, Shikamaru put his hands up in defense. "Hey, I smoke my own shit. I'd never buy off someone else, when I have such a surplus."

You pursed your lips, looking back at the box that you had gotten open now. It was filled with pills and bags of dust, from what Shikamaru could see.

"I probably steal a trip every weekend, at least," you admitted.

"Well, I hope you invite me, this weekend."

You snickered at his statement, but then realized Shikamaru was serious. A look of debate washed over your face, and you mumbled, "I trip alone."

"Scary endeavor," he replied. "Ah, it's chill - you don't have to invite me this weekend, but the next... oh, I'll badger you then."

You got your orders ready - four tabs, and five pressed pills - then got more calls throughout the nightly news.

You were busy, tear-assing around the apartment, but you were a gracious host. So gracious, that in your busy-ness, you were still playing Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy when the programmes came on after the news. After that, the game shows turned to shitty sitcoms, and the two of you spoke over the laugh tracks.

Conversation flowed between you and Shikamaru, as you consistently rolled joint after joint for him and yourself.

Eventually, you started rolling joints to share, and sank into the couch beside him - just as it was time to turn the channel over to Adult Swim, just in time for Futurama.

Shikamaru had ascended, and was convinced he was given a slice of Heaven, in your company.

Finally, one in the morning rolled around, and you had to go out to make your deals.

You loaded up your coat pockets with dime bags and a knife, then ushered both you and Shikamaru out of your apartment. You offered to walk him home before you had to stand around, then he offered to stand beside you for the night.

To Shikamaru's joy, you took him up, seemingly as unwilling to let his hang-out end as he was.

The very next day, you bought a fresh ounce off of Shikamaru and brought him back to your apartment again to repeat the steps of the previous night.

And, despite your ardency in your solitary trips, you asked Shikamaru the day after that, if he wanted to come over on Saturday and pop a roll with you. Immediately, he accepted and asked how much a single pressed pill was - you couldn't bring yourself to charge him, not when he would be tripping with you.

Within a few weeks, it all became a habit.

On regular days, he was at your apartment every second he could be, doing homework or just shooting the shit; on Thursdays, you'd buy a fresh ounce off of him and take him back to your place to smoke through it, together; and, on Fridays, you'd ask him to come over that night or the next, and then give him whatever the substance of the eve was, for free.

You never saw the appeal of tripping with other people - they were all so very cumbersome - but, not Shikamaru. He never encumbered you, unlike every other person you'd come into contact with.

He never left before Futurama, and would usually spend at least half an hour with you on the street, every night.

The routine didn't even slow down when exam season rolled around.

Finally, after a tiresome second year, you and Shikamaru finished all of your exams, submitted all of your essays, and closed out your academic years with respective 3.50 and 3.75 averages. That meant; it was time to celebrate.

And who knew how to celebrate better than you two?

"You fuck with Zappa?"

"Mostly - pre or post Apostrophe?"

"I was actually going to play Apostrophe."

"Whatever floats your boat, sunshine, but if you're taking requests, I'd vote for Hot Rats."

"You fuckin' weirdo."

"Don't get all mean, just because my music taste is superior, and you know it."

All you could do was stick your tongue out at him as you pulled Hot Rats out of your record crate instead of Apostrophe. You stood and opened the lid of your record player, missing it the first time as it warped before your eyes. You took the vinyl out of it's sleeve and slotted the disc on the tray, turning on the machine and lifting the needle onto the first groove.

The drums for Peaches En Regailia began, followed closely by the piano, and you took the spot next to Shikamaru on your couch.

"What's this, anyway?" He asked once you were beside him, picking up a paper from your coffee table.

You took it and sighed, "Rent increase notice. I don't even know if I want to stay here, honestly - especially not if I have to pay an arm and a leg every fuckin' month."

"I wish I could say I get you, but, as you know, alas, I'm still in the comfort of my childhood home."

"Eugh, comfort - and you don't want out? I moved out as soon as I graduated secondary."

Shikamaru shrugged, his dinner-plate pupils glued to the ceiling. "'Course I want out, but I don't want a place as small as this - no offence - so I'd have to get a roommate. That's a whole mess of planning, and meeting new people-"

"I could stand a roommate," you interjected, almost confused as to why you were saying that.

Slowly, Shikamaru turned his head to look at you. Your eyes connected, and you were instantly sucked into his soul - going on a small trip into the communal consciousness in the room.

After a long while, Willie The Pimp already playing, Shikamaru asked you, "Do you... want to get an apartment, with me?"

"A two bedroom," you clarified. Shikamaru gave you a blank look and you snickered with a nod, "Yeah, I guess I do want that. We're great friends, we get on like a house aflame, and neither of us are terribly messy. Plus, imagine the merger - the business opportunities." You paused for a second, drawing a breath, and you asked, "Would you want that too, or am I shooting in the air?"

"You must be fuckin' joking," Shikamaru laughed, standing up. "C'mon, let's go get a paper and check the rental adverts."

You laughed loudly, "It's nearly six in the morning, and my lease doesn't expire for a month, as is."

"The papers will be hot off the press, and there's no harm in being prepared."

"Why don't we go in an hour or two? Y'know, when the sun's up and we're less... on Acid."

"Touché - but I'm watching the clock."

It only took one week to find the place.

450 Autumn Avenue. Unit 2.

The complex was aptly named The Avenue, and held exactly thirty-seven units. You and Shikamaru were taken to one of three basement units. It might not have seemed so luxurious on paper, but the second the two of you stepped into the unit... you knew.

The building had no central air, so the basement would be a haven in the blazing Summer's heat. No one was below you, so you two could dance, and jump, and fall over, without any guilt.

But, the crowning jewel of the unit was the lay out.

The bedrooms were deadly small. You each could fit your beds in there, and your dressers, but there was hardly enough room for a chair otherwise. One was slightly bigger, and Shikamaru gave it to you without complaint - but neither of you particularly cared about the bedrooms.

It was the living room that sold the two of you. It was huge. Spacious as Hell.

So, the two of you jumped, and co-signed a year's long lease for the unit.

And that's when the fun really began.

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justanothersyscourse · 1 month

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oh hi it’s -flower anon

I mostly was sending the asks in since I have moral OCD and the uncertainty and genuine horrible things I’ve seen very much conflict.

I’m only anti-endo due to the very, very cultish nature of a lot of it and have fallen for too many cults already.

(I was groomed into a online cannibalism gore cult at a very young age and still deal deal with the consequences of that, fell for way too many death cults, and almost was lost to way too many other hateful things)

so when the Moral OCD kicks in I trust it, it’s only lead me out of these bad situations.

I know my opinions are probably very uncommon, but too many cults and cultish mindsets I’ve fell for.

honest to god, I was at one point ready to kill myself because I thought overpopulation was real And those accelerationists got to me.

so for wholehearted honesty it’s too much for me, personally I believe fully in cultural and spiritual multiplicity.

But most endo/tulpa/willo spaces aren’t that, and that uncertainty of if- “is this person saying that ‘hey this is just a cultural and spiritual thing’ or is this person not any of those what are they I don’t wanna get into a covert cult again”

but as the current state of endo/willo/Tulsa spaces are, it’s so so cultish that it’s triggering me.

Everything sets off so many alarms in my brain that I trained myself to recognize,

so that’s why I was worrying and asking about it.

you’d too if you had fallen for so many dangerous cult stuff.

Too many death cults man, too many online death cults.

Hi flower ❤️ I hope you're doing okay. I've been sitting on this draft, debating if what I have to say would be helpful or damaging.

You came back, though, so I feel that I need to respond in some way... I'm going to be honest, I'm scared to make this post, this is a very polarized topic in the system community. But... maybe what I say can help someone.

I hope you'll read through to the end. No matter what, whether you disagree with me or not, I genuinely hope you're okay and that things get a bit easier for you. It probably doesn't help, but I know what you're feeling.

I have bad OCD myself. I'm lucky in that I don't struggle with that specific type anymore, but I feel for you 🫂

I'm also very sorry to hear about what you've been through ):

Before I talk, know that this response isn't to change your mind. My only goal is to try to help settle some of that stress.

I want you to feel less stressed by this entire thing. It's okay.

When I was still very heavily anti endo, I felt the exact same way. I'm not just saying that. I also run sysmedsaresexist, and I'm pretty sure I have posts calling the pro endo community "cult-ish" in nature. I probably did it a number of times. You're not alone in that view. I was worried that doctors were going to fall for it, that innocent people were getting dragged into believing they were systems, all of it. Been there, done that.

However, as I slowly moved from anti to critical, I realized BOTH sides display the EXACT same behaviors. The antis were just as bad, once I stepped back to look at it.

To the point that if you put the posts next to each other with identifying characteristics hidden, it could come from, and be about either side. Here's an example.

Either both sides are a cult, or cult is not an appropriate word to be using for syscourse.

It's the latter, I've learned over the years.

And once I got over myself and actually spoke with endo systems... I swear to you, I promise you, with every fiber of my being, that most of what you hear is fear mongering.

Most.

But the same can be said about anti endos. Endos are terrified of antis, but that's because they only hear other endos talking about their HORRIBLE experiences with antis. Some of it is true, most of it isn't, most is... more than a little bit exaggerated.

It just is. Endos think you, specifically you, flower anon, send death threats.

Do you? I'm willing to bet not, but you're lumped into that group whether you like it or not, whether it's true or not.

While syscourse can feel TERRIFYING, like life versus death (trust me, I know), I promise it's actually okay.

It's going to be okay. You're going to be okay.

The medical community is going to be okay. Your resources will be okay. The endos will be okay. The antis will be okay.

I am still actively involved in clinical circles, and I promise you, doctors know the difference between CDDs and plurality. Doctors ARE talking about endogenic systems, but try to give them a bit more credit.

Did you know that the multiple theory of self is as old as the ToSD? But it's a concept based in philosophy and the discussion of consciousness. These are two totally different things that are both valid. The issue is overlapping language. But if we're mad about "system" being shared, why aren't we more mad at IFS? Does "computer system" dehumanize CDD systems, too? That's dumb. No it doesn't.

Radqueers exist in every single community, and so do people who don't like radqueers. For every radqueer endo, there's another endo squinting hard at that and complaining to their friends. There are radqueer DID systems. They exist. It happens. It's like saying lesbians are bad because there's radfems and radqueers in that community, too. The intersection of multiplicity, sexuality and gender is VERY confusing, with more moving parts than you can count. Obviously there are going to be people with very wide and very narrow views about it.

(That said, I don't bother with radqueer stuff very much, I have NEVER participated in that discourse because I don't feel that I understand the nuance of it enough to have a fully informed view of it.

Wouldn't it be nice if more people could acknowledge that they don't understand things enough?

Anti endos, I'm looking at you)

Your ability to see cult tactics in things is something that has protected you, but that doesn't make it healthy. Do not try to overcome or change that part of you without the help of a specialist. That's not what I'm saying.

Seeing the world as dangerous, and signs of danger in the world, is what protects everyone, but for trauma affected people, this ability is broken. It's hyperactive. That's something that we all approach in therapy, eventually. You don't need to change right now, but one day you'll want to be able to see the good in things, and that takes so much more practice and guidance than you could imagine.

An easy way to start, though, is empathy and introspection-- not just into your self, but into your community. To recognize the double standards and be able to critically put aside those fears and concerns without someone else making the decision for you.

I can tell you that isolation is a major tactic used by cults, and it's the antis telling you to do that, isn't it? They say, don't even hear the other side out, I'll tell you what they're saying, and you can just believe me.

Isn't that what @number1-syscourse-blog was telling you to do? And it's only the pro side saying you can be friends with BOTH sides-- not just other pro endos, but telling you that it's okay to be friends with antis and pros. That it's healthy and good to surround yourself with differing opinions and form your own conclusions. I don't know if you can see the number of people telling number1 syscourse what a bad response that was. Not just me, SO MANY PEOPLE! They're all blocked and hidden now.

Because the full picture is a beautiful thing.

Making your own choices and drawing your own conclusions is a powerful thing.

And the picture is not as ugly or scary as number1 syscourse would have you believe.

My suggestion to you is to just... not talk syscourse with your friends. Just be friends. Talk about the dumbest shit and remember that you're both just human, trying to understand the world around you.

For fun, and to settle minds, let's go through, just to drive the point home. It's going under a cut, just in case, but be aware, I'm critically tearing apart both sides for being ridiculous.

Pros and antis, cult edition

Characteristics of a cult:

Absolute authoritarianism without accountability

Now, neither side has a leader, so to speak, but we can talk about how members of each community can say whatever they want without any accountability. We have people on both sides wishing death on the other, and no one is stepping in to say, "yo, wtf?" No, those posts are instead spread further by people reblogging their friends, because 🌈 brand loyalty 🌈 rather than any kind of critical thought.

Yes, both sides do this. No, that's not up for debate. It's happening. If you think it's not, you're either being willfully blind, or you've fallen into the isolation trap.

DNIs aren't shields against shitty behavior, just like free speech doesn't allow for hate speech, but people sure do love hiding behind DNIs. Like, they'll post a GOOD ask, with great points, and respond with a womp womp, can't you read my DNI, and it's like... maybe you should have read more than the first line, my dude. Free publicity for the other sides' ideals, because you literally can't be bothered to read anything.

Honesty, I think the block feature is the downfall of humanity. There are anti endo blogs posting misinformation on DID that can't be corrected because they've blocked everyone that knows more than them. I've tried to correct a lot of them, I'm blocked.

It's an echo chamber, much like how you view pro endo spaces.

Zero tolerance for criticism or questions

Come on, do I actually need to talk about this? See the DNI point again. Good asks with good points with a nonsense response because, OH GOD, anon dared to have a slightly different belief on something. Endo neutrals, people trying to ask questions and learn, aren't even allowed to interact with most blogs, even just for questions.

Lack of meaningful financial disclosure regarding budget

Another way that "cult" isn't an appropriate term, though we could talk about TPA here. I really, really don't like the TPA.

Unreasonable fears about the outside world that often involve evil conspiracies and persecutions

Hey, pot, meet kettle.

A belief that former followers are always wrong for leaving and there is never a legitimate reason for anyone else to leave

Hey, that's what happened to me when I left the anti side!

Abuse of members

Yeah, they abused me pretty bad for trying to correct misinformation on @antimisinfo's (an anti endo) post. People are constantly being ostracized and kicked out of their community for looking too hard at the other side. God forbid you hear them out, for curiosities sake.

Records, books, articles, or programs documenting the abuses of the leader or group

Not really?

Followers feeling they are never able to be “good enough”

Maybe if you squint?

A belief that the leader is right at all times

Who would the leader be? Science? Because science does support endos, and antis won't read a single word of it.

A belief that the leader is the exclusive means of knowing “truth” or giving validation

Again, if we call science the leader... but again, that only applies to antis.

The group is elitist, claiming a special, exalted status for itself, its leader(s), and its members

I can see it, I guess. Mostly out of antis claiming the elite title for trauma.

The group has a polarized us-versus-them mentality, which may cause conflict with the wider society

Both sides have this problem.

The group teaches or implies that its supposedly exalted ends justify whatever means it deems necessary. This may result in members’ participating in behaviors or activities they would have considered reprehensible or unethical before they joined the group

Again, see the point about friends reblogging other friends wishing death on the other side.

The leadership induces feelings of shame and/or guilt in order to influence and/or control members. Often, this is done through peer pressure and subtle forms of persuasion. Members are encouraged or required to live and/or socialize only with other group members.

This would be like saying you're betraying your side for talking to the other side. Huh. Kind of like what happened to you.

Just because the word cult CAN be applied to things doesn't mean it should be. Especially in syscourse, where one side has such a dark history with cult activity, it feels very... inappropriate to call pro/antis in syscourse a cult.

Really, it's just a bunch of people screaming that they're more right than the other side, and using fear mongering to make points that don't actually matter.

#syscourse #anti endo #pro endo #everyone stop yelling at each other and read a book instead

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soukokumychildren · 2 months

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I. ABSOLOUTLY. ADORE YOUR IDEA WITH YOUR AU SO MUCHhhhhaaaaah!! ✨✨✨✨🖤🖤

Chuuya having WINGS!!? Even though he could in somee way fly before already, it feels so different with wings!! Like really cool!!

(( I have always Liked wings -

Is your AU going to follow the main time-line of the show? Like, the illustrations you've posted sure does look like it-- (love them- love this idea-) ((Soukoku Reunion where Chuuya has feathers!!? ✨)

Wait, wait, wait, No- dont spoil anything..! (maybe just a little yes or no- that wouldn't really spoil anything—) I will find out as I read—!

I mainly wanted to say I'm really looking forward to reading this!!

It's my first BSD AU where it follows the main time-line - just differently- as well! A thing I really like!!

Well, if it really does ofc, but It sure does look like it—Arg, I gotta just continue reading soon——

Even if it don't this seems really interesting already!!!

Ahem, anyhow, this became a bit long- I wanted to expres my excitement about this-especially after, you even looked at some of my BSD stuff after I followed you!!!!

Thank you soo much!✨ That became the last push to write this little too long text, that isn't really a question, but more like a thank you-ahh im excited for this-- that I had already considered writing to you after I started reading😅😅👍

This entire post just made my day and while I could I'd rather not risk dying from lightheadedness from spinning too fast in excitement in my spinny chair XDDDDD THANK YOU SO MUCH

I can't express how embarrassed I am just fshfhsgshgsghshg I have been CRAZY for wings for AGES now, and I just saw soooo many posts about how "what if Chuuya could fly Dazai" I thought, fuckers, I can make that REALITY And it is going to follow the main timeline of the show just...alot differently but at the same time trying really hard to stick to the normal plot In hindsight that means I must suffer with all my energy to watch the first season of bsd (When I first watched BSD, the first episodes were for setup, and rightfully so. That all made sense, it really put the characters together. But I watched it a second time and it dragged ON and ON and I COULDN'T STAND IT UNTIL CHUUYA CAME TO GRAB DAZAI gARgHHrhgh). I must admit I'm confused on the "Soukoku reunion where Chuuya has feathers" bit though 🤔 And currently during the plot I'm writing I have to improvise ALOT from what I know, and really this fic is also whatever the fuck I wanna write with whatever writing style I have on hand slapped into each 1K chapter so I'm really trying here LOL Also the fact when [undisclosed plot device] will be introduced, I'll be writing seperate smut for [undisclosed plot device] because I can then do WHATEVER I want wITHOUT any repercussions Hopefully I can add in [undisclosed plot device] just in a way that people will understand. Though I hear that Beast Dazai also came across [undisclosed plot device] at one point :D

I'm going SO offtopic here LMFAO And seriously? Really??? I'm surprised! I'm sure theres alot of fics that go by the timeline, I especially have run into cough ones which I liked which are specifically smut related..... and I go back to off topic I'm sorry LMAO But I'm sosoosososo glad you like it! It just means alot to me you wrote alot and now I'm just ranting because you've shown genuine interest without going off the rails (as far as I've seen) so this is pretty cool for me too!!! And I do usually look to peoples accounts who follow me (especially those who find interest in a SURPRISING amount of my stuff XD) so yeah, that's why and I found some GOOD stuff on your account too, so that's REALLY awesome. Talk to me any time! Dm me, reblog and talk to me that way, use replies, whatever the fuck! I love talking to people, and this was genuinely fun to write. :]

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deusluxuria · 1 month

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don't know if i've ever posted this tiny fanfiction snippet but it's equal parts autistic!jotaro, kakyoin's mental health, friendship, and one-sided jotakak all in one because i'm da joker babey

( content notes: non-graphic mentions of self-harm )

Polnareff saw the self-inflicted cuts on Noriaki's arms and didn't understand.

He'd caught him at a fragile moment, and Noriaki made a scene. Yelling. So then, all of us knew he was cutting.

That night, with he and I sharing a room, his head was still aflame with rage when he came in. Getting ready for bed, he stomped around and slammed everything.

I was shrinking again. Trembling on the inside. So when he came out from the bathroom in his pajamas, I told him, "I know you're pissed off, but please don't slam things and make loud noises. I don't take it very well."

I was surprised he didn't get angrier. He gazed at me, then dragged his hands down his face, "Fuck, I'm sorry..."

"...Wanna talk about it...?" I asked tentatively.

I could feel his temper rising again. "I... I don't know how to talk about it. It's just... people don't get it, they think I'm some kind of freak, but I'm really trying! I try so hard. But I don't know what else to do except that... It's the only thing that helps!"

"Self-harming is?"

"Yes. And no one understands. They just judge me and make it so much worse. Like they've never been through anything bad. But they just don't care. No one cares! How do I know all of you don't hate me!? You just tolerate me because we have no choice!!"

"...If you need to hit someone, I'm right here."

He relaxed a little, stunned. "Why would I do that...?"

I shrugged comically.

"...You would really let me hit you? You won't hit back?"

"Go ahead. I promise."

Noriaki inhaled loudly through his nose. I stood up and got in front of him. He seemed to study me for a moment.

"Okay... Okay... Okay, here I go...!"

I relaxed for impact.

He took a swing, but then stopped at the last second, merely tapping his fist into the center of my chest.

And then he started laughing. Quietly, breathy at first. Then growing into a release of cheerful heaving, placing both of his hands on my chest and joining his forehead with them, laughing into me.

I couldn't help it, I started giggling too.

The way he looked up at me when he took his face away from my chest... I should've known. I should've seen it, then, how in love with me he was.

#not super proud of the dialogue but i forgor how teenagers talk idk #b/c i havent been outside in like 200 years #autistic!jotaro #noriaki kakyoin #jotaro kujo #stardust crusaders #jotakak #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba

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chloecherrysip · 1 year

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teeny, tiny mario & luigi post-movie fic snippet!

I want people to believe me that I really am working on this!! I'm just slow and busy and also this fic is going to be really long because that's just the way it goes with me!! So here is a little preview. BUT FIRST, SOME CONTEXT.

I think it's really fascinating to consider how the star power works and what exactly it can fix or not fix when used in the context of the movie universe. I really like all interpretations! My personal interpretation is that even after the invincibility wears off, it still gives the user(s) one heck of an adrenaline rush for several hours. Rest? Food? Water? Don't need it! Honestly, you don't even think about it! You feel ecstatic and on top of the world and ready to run a marathon. There's just boundless energy for whatever needs doing (which may include helping clean up a completely ravaged city block).

But at the end of the day, the star's permanent effects are not absolute. It WILL heal major injuries, but it can't erase the strain of dehydration, lack of food, lack of sleep, etc - it can only delay all that for a while with its surplus of extra energy. And when the rush finally, finally wears off for good? All of that hits HARD.

Anyway, snippet time under the cut. :)

Mario's loud, gasping breaths seemed like the only sound in the world, echoes bouncing wildly all around.

"Luigi," he finally managed to wheeze — very quiet at first, then again, much louder. As gently and carefully as he could manage, he scooted up into a sitting position and turned his brother over onto his back, cradling him. He was still out cold. Mario patted his face.

"Hey, Luigi. Wake up for me, all right? I'm here, Lu. I've gotcha." He patted a little harder, steadfastly ignoring the way his hands were shaking at that point. Every second passing with no change stretched on like an eternity and then some. "You're all right, everything's all right. Come on, Luigi, snap out of it..."

Up close, Luigi looked very pale, sweat beaded all along the line of his cap. How had Mario not noticed that before? He'd been too caught up in the rebuilding efforts, too distracted by Peach and Toad and the thought of that hypothetical house. How could he not see that Luigi was starting to struggle? What kind of brother was he?

The kind that does something really, REALLY stupid because of pride or "destiny" or whatever you wanna call it. The kind that not only drags his brother down with him to do the stupid thing, but almost gets him killed because of it.

Mario's shoulders sagged. He gripped Luigi tighter, pressing his little brother's face close to the crook of his neck, if only to try and desperately ground himself in the knowledge that he could feel him breathing still, at least. Their injuries were gone, it was true, but for Mario, it was like the star had just shifted the pain around instead. He could feel it pressing up from under his skin, a deep well that was ready to split him open all the way through if he let it.

It no longer seemed like he'd just been in a magical world on a whirlwind adventure, or that he'd defeated a spiked turtle monster with anger issues and saved Brooklyn in a glorious, technicolor blur. Now, he was just a small, ordinary man in a dark sewer room underground, exhausted and terrified and unable to help the person he loved most.

#mario movie spoilers #mario movie #mario and luigi #super mario bros #cherrysip fic #super mario bros movie spoilers #i didn't say it was gonna be a happy snippet :) :) :)#it's BIG BROTHER ANGST TIME babyyyy #my HOPE is to finish this by the end of this upcoming weekend MAYBE??? gosh i wish #i'm like 7000 words in and only just now getting to the main scene....why is it is so LONG....there's just so many FEELINGS

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marvel-and-chicago-fan · 1 year

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Family Isn't Always Fair

Matildas age: 14 years old

Tw: Seizures, Hospitals, Family Arguing, Yelling, Mentions of shots

Summary: After Matilda's sister got diagnosed everything changed and she didn't get much attention as she used to. That was until she was diagnosed with Epilepsy and their entire family crumbles with one Chaotic night.

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Of course they didn't show up. They are always paying attention to my older sister Sophia. Ever since Sophia test results came back they've been acting like I don't exist. It's been like this for 3 years now since I was 11.

My competition was today for ice skating and they promised they would show up but turns out they had something “come up with work” I just know thats a code sentence for something that came up with sophia.

I haven't even had the time to tell them something that's been going on. My teachers and friends notice i blank out a lot and i've brushed it off for awhile but it's gotten to the point where i even got detention for not paying attention in class

***

Walking through the door I don't hear anyone or the house being filled with chaos. “Mom? Dad? I'm home”I shouted. Just as I thought no one, not even Sophia. All I see is a note on the counter with dads card saying I can door dash if I want too.

I heard someone knock at the door and I waited 30 seconds before getting up hoping the dasher had already left.

***

I was finally dozing off when my family came home

“Mattie we’re home” My dad yelled while putting the groceries on the counter.

I walked into the kitchen to see my dad already preparing dinner. “Wanna help?”

“Sure, it's not like I have much to do, '' I replied, finally relieved that I got to do something with my dad for once.

“Hey, so i made first in my ice skating competition” I said, trying to make some small talk

“That's good Mattie, so are you moving onto the final round? Jay asked while finishing up the pasta on the stove.

“Yeah and i'm going up against my biggest comp-”

“Your biggest what?” Jay turned his head towards Matilda when she didn't reply. “Mattie? Can you hear me” Snapping his fingers in her face.

(Authors Note, Even though abscess seizures last less than 15 seconds I'm going to make this last for around a minute reading it may seem longer but it's not that long).

Jays POV

I called Hailey to come downstairs because either Mattie was pranking me or something was seriously wrong with her.

“Yeah jay what's up?”

“Somethings wrong with Mattie, it's like she's just staring into space and she's not moving.”

“What do you mean she's staring into space?”Hailey tilting her head in confusion

Jay waved his hand in his daughters face and she didn't respond

“Alright i'm calling will”

I was keeping an eye on Mattie but before Hailey could call will, Mattie started moving aging.

“Mattie, are you ok? What happened”

“Yeah im fine and i don't know what happened” Her voice obviously confused

“What were we just talking about?” I asked. Will taught me in these situations I should ask questions if something bad were to happen.

“Uhh, I don't really know. It's like there's fog everywhere in my head”.

“Hails stay here with soph im taking her to med” I said almost dragging matilda off the kitchen bench.

“Ok, keep me posted. I'll tell voight you can't come in tonight.”

***

Connor “Ok so we ran some tests and it's epilepsy. It seems like she suffers from absent seizures from what she told and what you experienced with her. “

As Connor checks up on Mattie I feel ashamed to even be a father. How did I not notice this, she had been suffering for a while. I made it seem like Sophia is my only child, I made her feel left out, I made her… I made her feel like a glass child.

“Jay, JAY!” i was snapped out of my thoughts when will was trying to get my attention

“Sorry just thinking about something” I murmured

“I'm going to tell you this now, whatever happened whatever your think isn't your fault. You couldn't have prevented it no matter what you do. She's gonna have to live with it for the rest of her life and you guys will manage it I promise you.” will said while walking to sit down with me.

9 months later

Things are different nowadays. Hails and I have been arguing more now over Sophia on how I never pay attention to her and I spend all my time with Matilda now. We started attending couples therapy 5 months ago, and so far it's working . We've been arguing less and spending an equal amount of time with the girls. I still do spend a lot of time with Matilda but Hailey does have to know.

“Sophia, hurry up if we wanna get good seats then we have to leave now” I yelled upstairs while grabbing my keys and matilda's small bag.

***

“GO MATTIE” i cheered probably louder than everyone else.

Matties POV

Spin, Jump, Spin again anddd pose. I received an applause from the crowd and started to skate off the ice. I headed to the locker room and took my skates off and put my guards on. I walk around to find my family talking with my coach.

“Ahem?”My mom gives a look that means stop and behave.

Finally they finish and come over to me

“You did an amazing job honey, are they not doing awards today?” mom said as she hugged me

“No, they said something was wrong with there scoring so they'll release them out by email to us” I groaned

'`How about we go out for dinner, whose turn is it to pick?’ My dad asks

Before I can answer my sister shouts out “Olive Garden '' I don't really like olive garden that much but I prefer to have a nice family outing than to argue.

***

Once again me and my sister are fighting but this time it's bad. She had snuck out last night and got caught. She blames me because I didn't answer my phone to let her in. She ended up having to go through the front door which sends a notification to our parents phone every time the doors open. In my defense I had to sleep for my competition. I wasn't about to have dozens of seizures because I was sleep deprived.

I was talking on the phone and my sister overheard me saying “She was a spoiled brat and she's annoying” Truthfully i was talking about this girl in school that everyone hates. Next thing I know I was hanging up on the phone then next I was being pushed to the floor.

Haileys Pov

Me and Jay agreed that we would just let the girls fight now. They always made up and the fights were never physical, only verbal.

We caught Sophia coming back home at 3 in the morning. We grounded her until winter break which is in 1 month. The whole fight went on for about 20 minutes before jay told them to shout

Quieter before the cops came.

I was showing Jay an instagram post when there was a loud thud. Me and Jay both shot our heads up towards the ceiling. “Girls stop throwing stuff” i just looked down at my phone then looked back up when i didn't hear them shouting. “Matilda?...Sophia?” Me and jay both shared the same look and got up to see the damage

“Mattie, soph what's going-”Jay's voice in a mad tone “Mattie, oh my gosh.”

Walking in we see matilda having a seizure and sophia just standing there in shock

“She's having a seizure, Sophia. I need you to run downstairs and get my radio” Sophia just stood there looking at me. “Sophia so help me if you don't go get that radio you will wish voight would have dealt with you instead”. By saying that Sophia snapped out of whatever she was in and ran downstairs.

“What happened? She never has epileptic seizure in awhile” i asked

“She could’ve hit her head or something because i don't know how you get from standing the ground” Jay replied while checking his watch as hit the 30 second mark.

Sophia finally brings up my radio and radio for an ambulance. “This is 50-21 gorge. I need an ambulance to my location, 15 year-old female having a seizure.

At a minute and 30 seconds the seizure finally stopped. We rolled Matilda on her side in recovery position. Jay checked her pulse to make sure it's steady.

I ran my finger through matties hair, i couldn't hear jay asking where the ambulance is i just kept playing the scene in my head.

(Forgot to change the pov so this is going to to be in 3rd person until Voight is done yelling at Sophia)

“Hey Mags” will said while putting his tablet down

“Hey will, you need to control your niece”

“What did she do this time?”

“She told me last week that she wanted to live with me because i let her eat ice cream while she was over at my house because "everytime i come to your house you let me ice cream"” She replied and made a squeaky voice

Will let out a small chuckle “She for real said that? I can't blame her i would want to eat ice cream all the time too”

Just then the buzzer went off signaling that someone new came in. Will ran over

“What have we got”

“14 year old Matilda Halstead, found having a seizure in her bedroom” The paramedics said

Will knew he couldn't treat her because she was family. Connor and Ethan stepped in for the place of will.

“Ok, we're gonna move her to the bed on 3, (1-2-3).” Ethan said while getting ready

“Hey matilda, can you tell me how old you are” Connor said while rubbing her sternum

Will just stood there looking through the open door. It took will to fight off every thought to go in there and help.

Just then Natalie walked in to begin her shift. “Hey will, how are you?” When she didn’t get a response she turned around to see Will standing there. “Will are you good?”.Natalie caught a glimpse of what was going on and decided that will shouldn't be seeing this. “Will, how about we go sit down.” Natalie brought will into the waiting room where the rest of his family was.

***

“Ok Matilda you're going to feel a small poke.” Connor was telling Matilda what they were doing even though she wasn't responding.

“I want her taken up for a CT scan and I want the results as soon as possible, say Dr. Goodwin orders it.”

Connor didn't care if he got in trouble for lying about Sharon Goodwin's words. Matilda was family and he would do anything for her no matter the consequences.

***

Connor walked into the waiting room to see Jay, Will and Natalie. “So she had a seizure because of how hard she hit her head. She also has a mild concussion. I want to keep her for 3 nights just for observation. She wasn't reacting to the meds we originally gave her so I want to rey giving her something else.” Connor explained

“Why wasn't she reacting to the meds”. Jay asked obviously concerned

“I don't exactly know why, I wanna take her up for testing if it's ok with you and hailey”

“You can do it, Me and hailey give you permission to do whatever it takes to help Mattie '' Even though hailey was here he knew she would give permission.

“We moved her to a room on the Peds floor, but she is awake so you can go see her,” Connor said.

“I have to go take care of patients but ill make sure to come see her when i can. I’ll find someone to cover you for a couple of hours” Natalie said while getting up

“Thanks Nat” Will replied while walking away from her

***

“ARE YOU INSANE SOPHIA?” Hailey yelled at her eldest child “MATTIE COULD HAVE SOME SERIOUS DAMAGE NOW, DO YOU REALIZE THAT”

“Hailey take a break or go see your daughter, I’ll deal with her” Voight stepped in.

Sophia let out a gulp knowing shes dead. If you were in trouble and Hank Voight stepped in to deal with you, you might as well just go to jail.

But this time was different, something about the way he was talking was completely different from when he would usually yell at the kids when they were in trouble. This time he was…he was Comforting and nice.

Hanks Pov

“Sophia, you do understand that your parents are extremely mad at you”

Sophia was too scared to even talk. She thought if she said something Hank would blow up at her.

(Idk what else to do for this part let's just say that hank didn't yell at her and he listened to why she did what she did)

***

Matilda’s Pov

All I could hear was ringing and muffled voices all around me. When I tried to open my eyes I immediately shut them because of the blinding light. I can feel someone holding my hand and I finally open my eyes to see my dad sleeping in the chair, he moved close to my bed and my uncle will talking to my mom catching her up on what happened, to wherever she went…

My head is pounding and my mind feels hazy. “Did I have a seizure or something?” I think to myself.

Just then my dad wakes up and sees me looking around the room.

Jays pov

I can see Mattie’s eyes and she is obviously confused and wondering why she's here. It's not our first time here and everytime she ends up crying because she doesn't remember what happened and she's confused.

“Hey Mattie, how are you feeling?”

“Like I was thrown in a washing machine on a spin cycle.”

“I can see your humor and attitude hasn't gone away.” I chuckle

Just then will and hailey come into the room asking all type of questions

“Maybe you guys need to calm down on the questions and-” Before I could finish Mattie started crying.

“Why’s she crying?” Hailey asks concerned

“She usually cries after waking up because she's confused and scared. Plus you two bombarded her with questions as soon as you saw her” I reply with a snarky tone

Just then the pager went off“ Shoot i gotta go take care of a patient i’ll be back later Mattie.”

“So did you talk to Soph” I said breaking the silence

“Yeah i yelled at her for like 2 seconds before voight came in.”She said looking down at the floor

“And what did she say?”

“She explained everything and i understand why she pushed her”

“Really hailey, you're protecting sophia again? She's the reason why we're having this conversation right now.” I yell but in a whisper

“Jay, how about we talk about this at home, we're in a hospital.” She says

“Fine, we'll talk at home. ”

***

I am so fed up with Hailey always protecting Sophia in these types of situations and using her disability as an excuse for her actions. “You're never here to see what's going every time she's in the hospital the first night, You're always at home with sophia.” I snap

“Well, yeah who else is going to watch her?”

“HAILEY, she's 16 years old, Mattie was staying at home watching her at 12 when we were at work and when sophia wasn't home” I yell but none it down because it's night time and i don't want Sophia and Mattie to wake up.

“I WAS WITH SOPH ALL ALONE HAVING TO DEAL WITH HER” she yelled back in a whisper.

“You seem to prioritize Sophia over mattie. Did you forget that you have another daughter? You made me feel like i needed to pay attention to Soph more than Mattie”

“Jay I-” She tried to speak but I cut her off. “No, I need to talk. Matilda has felt miserable for 3 years because of us. I didn't even realize I was making her childhood like mine. She felt like a glass child for years hailey…YEARS, and now when i try to hang out with her and be with her you need to put yourself there and say that “You should take Soph with you” I imitated her “Sophia this, Sophia that” I imitated her again “Do you ever get tired of talking about sophia?, NO YOU CLEARLY DON'T” I yell this time “GOD HAILEY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? YOU HAVE TWO KIDS NOT ONE, BUT TWO.” I shout in her face “I am so done with you right now-”

Just then Matilda walks in the kitchen wondering what's with all the shouting

“Dad, what's going on?” she asks

“Nothing Mattie, go back to bed i’ll be there in a minute” I reply with a smile

She runs back up the stairs and I turn back to my wife. “You don't even go to her competitions anymore…” is all i could say. I couldn't stand to see her right now.

I walk up to mattie room and knock on the door frame “Hey my favorite ice skater, can i come in?

“Sure”

I walk into Mattie's room and sit on the bed.

“Hey dad?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you and mom gonna split up?” she asks me with tears in her eyes

“Oh Mattie, I really don't know honey. Me and mom are just going through stuff and we aren't happy with each other right now” I tell her while bring her in for a hug

“I heard you arguing about me and Soph, but mostly me”

“We just had a disagreement about something that had you in it. It's fine, nothing bad was said about you. I reassured her

“You don't have to talk to me like i'm five anymore dad” She said making the word five very clear

“You're still gonna be my tiny little baby forever though” I chuckle “Mind if I sleep here tonight?” I didn't want to sleep in the same bed with hailey let alone be in the same room with her.

“Why” Shes asks

I quickly come up with a lie that she will believe due to the recent events “Will and Connor said i need to watch you just incase you know”

“Sure you can go get the spare mattress in my closet because i know you wont sleep in my bed because you complain i move in my sleep, plus i don't wanna sleep by someone who snores like a bear”

“You got one thing right, you move in your sleep like crazy and two I do not snore like a bear, I sleep peacefully like a baby.” I say while bringing the mattress and blanket to the room.

While setting up the mattress I realize I don't have a pillow “Hey Mattie do you have a-” I get cut off with her throwing a pillow in my face.

“Here's your pillow you big baby”

“Alright go to bed before i ground you for doing something stupid, i'm gonna use the bathroom real quick”

“Ok”

I came out of the bathroom to see Matilda passed out in her bed. She definitely missed her bed while being at the hospital.

I get into bed, well the mattress and think about what I'm going to do tomorrow. I can't continue living with someone who acts like this and doesn't recognize her other daughter. Let alone see her when she's in the hospital.

***

Things are different now. Hailey wouldn't agree with me on how she's wrong about Sophia and how she “can’t” take care of herself. A few months after the whole thing with Sophia and Matilda we got a divorce. We dropped the charges that were held against Sophia because we didn't want it to hurt her future. Me and her still work at intelligence but i don't come in for work unless i need to. I do cases from home in my office so I can be with Mattie and I don't have to see Hailey as much. I do go into work every couple of days to be with the team and talk about cases and whatnot.

Mattie alsojust celebrated her 15th birthday with family and friends. As an extra gift from me to her I took on her dream vacation to paris. I even tried to ask hailey if she wanted to come but she said no and that she had work that week. I knew it was a lie because I knew her schedule and she probably just said that so she could take care of sophia. Mattie, even a national titIe when she went to Nationals. She was the highest scoring out of the entire competition. I couldn't be happier.

Although I do miss our whole family being together it's been better now that we're apart. I've gotten to know Mattie way more and had to listen though all the girl drama. Even had to help her when she first got her period and i didnt know who to call because Hailey and Kim were undercover.

Life may be different than it was. What maybe a year and a half ago, but were going to be fine and were going to live with it.

“Other things may change us, but we start and end with the family” - Anthony Brandt

This is way longer than it is on wattpad because i combined both chapters into one plus i like changing the title in tumblr for the fun and looks if it. Just a little quote to close out this story

#connor rhodes #will halstead #jay halstead #one chicago #chicago pd #halstead sister #halstead brothers #tw: epileptic content #epilepsy #non epileptic seizures #family #glass child

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purpurussy · 2 months

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id love to know more about your dinok au <333

thank you for asking <3 + sorry for responding to this a little late! i'm having trouble formulating my thoughts on it atm

my concept is that dan never found phil's channel, never met him, went to uni and married a girl he met there, and became a somewhat unsuccessful legal professional because he fucking hates his job. the vibe for him is that he kinda just let life drag him along, without really allowing himself to actually Live, and now he's in too deep to just come out as gay... like he's experiencing some insane cognitive dissonance dshshglk. coping through denial+alcohol has been working okay for him so far but now his career is flopping heavily and his marriage is falling apart bc he doesn't want kids (obviously) and his wife starting to suspect something is up. he meets phil through a mutual friend who he plays final fantasy with, they start talking via discord and then it's like "but wait what's this? my god it's manic pixie dream girl phil lester with a steel chair"

it's very angsty, slow burn, will they/won't they. but trust that phil is gonna see this sopping wet mess of a man and say "i can fix him" (and then dan will fix himself because i don't like that trope <3 but he needs phil to help him see that he can live his truth and be happy yk)

it's kinda hard to write because it's a bit depressing... i'm finally getting to the part where they meet irl and things start to turn around, but so far it's just been dan drinking to cope and feeling lonely :( i'm trying to go back and edit some humor into it to make it less upsetting to read lmfao. although it's fun to create a contrast between how bad dan's life fucking sucks and how much joy and whimsy he finds in talking to phil <3 it's also just really hard to write denial/cognitive dissonance if that makes sense? there's a lot to explore psychologically. and also I don't want to frame dan's beard wife as an antagonist, I feel like it would be very easy to demonize her but she's not to blame for this mess ykwim. like i don't want dan to be a "my bitch wife" kinda guy DSGSHGKG he's just scared. and the story is supposed to be about him being brave and healing, and realizing that a better life is possible. like he is his own antagonist dslskfghgjkl

I'm also enjoying the concept of the timeline roughly following their irl 2009 timeline. like they start talking around dan's 33rd birthday, meet on october 19th etc. i like the idea of some things being kinda constants even in a different timeline

anyway they just voice chat for a while and get to know each other without actually even knowing what the other looks like. and they lowkey fall in love even before they've even seen each other. so here is them seeing pics of each other for the first time and dying in a tragic double penis explosion incident

(earlier on phil tried to be like "why are you gay? you are gay." but dan just got scared and dodged the question so now he's not even out to phil . can you believe. that's gonna be real awkward when they start making out sloppy style 3 chapters later)

(also i just realized i've written [dan] like a million times while writing this LMAO that did not actually click for me until now)

sorry for rambling for ages! i'm so tired atm so i can't really be coherent lmao.

i really wanna post this once it's done, but i'm worried it'll be too sad and angsty at the beginning and people won't be into it 😭 i'm probably not doing a good job selling this but it'll be okay i promise

also shoutout to the people who helped me brainstorm dan's username! i havent decided yet but i like the idea of him picking something generic at first, and then changing it to something more meaningful as he goes on his little journey of self-discovery

#my fic #ask #this is probably completely unintelligible lmfao #im exhausted atm #turning off reblogs because i actually have no fucking idea what i just wrote and i wanna reserve the right to edit it later 😭#but thank you so much for asking and letting me yap <333

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wings-of-ink · 4 months

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Hello! I went to sleep while finishing GC so naturally I had dreams abt it and some random questions- would you ever consider adding character descriptions for a Trans MC? (I know this is more work for u so feel free to ignore jus curious).

Also on that note I wanna add that the naming scene did in fact make me cry, I know it’s not the internet to be trans coded but- it just struck a cord with me- jus the fact that I got to choose my name and my fathers were happy for me🥲😭🙏🏼a whole box of puffs+ gone in one sitting. I can’t express how much I LOVE Da and Papa, they’re my Roman Empire I love them so much. They’re just so loving and accepting 🥲I wanna hug them

Speakin of characters I’d like to hug- Will we still be able to dig deeper into Zahns backstory even if we don’t romance them? Bc…I just…I wanna drag them back home far FAR from their Sect and just love them (platonically) forever. I wont deny tho I’m just very curious about their cult and like…wtf is going on there 👀

Ok this is already too long I’ll leave it at that💞gonna go reread this masterpiece now.

(Side note your description of the honey cakes made me wanna try them so I’m currently looking for recipes 🕺gonna eat them while I reread)

Have the loveliest day!

Sincerely,

-Oswin obsessed anon

Hello my dear!

First off, that is very sweet and I am loving that you dreamed about it!

I had wondered about making something of the sort, but like you said, it adds to an already complex system. My thinking when I did the character creation as it is was that, at least in this world, whoever you are - you just are. That's kinda how I see myself because I've always been in a grey area for my own identity. So, I just am. That's why I didn't enter any sort of specified option for transitioning.

I don't know if anything like the Trans descriptors will be in the game. If I did them, I'd want them to be at least meaningful. So, I won't say no, and it's something I'll take to heart when I consider the scope of the project.

I am thrilled that the naming scene was meaningful for you. I think I know how you feel there.

If I could magic any two people from my IF to life, I would probably go with Papa and Da, lol. Sorry to the RO lovers, but the world needs these daddies!

You will definitely see more of Zahn's backstory even if you don't romance them. Each RO will have that sort of baggage and you will be able to "try before you buy" so to speak. I haven't decided how deep that will go or how those will change depending on if they are romanced or not. I'm considering designing it so that you would need to romance them to get the entire scope of their background, problems, and such and help them find some sort of closure during their route. Zahn will start opening up more before you know it though!

Not to worry about a long ask - I love reading! Lol

I actually found a honey cake recipe that I wanted to post with a future update for chapter 3! But I'll pop it in here for you in case you want it. It's a bit fancier than what would be available to the MC's family, but it would be delectable. This chef is my all time favorite as well. Love the way he talks and his silly puns. I use his methods and recipes a lot and they never fail.

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I hope your day is also lovely, Anon! Thank you for dropping in! ^_^

#god cursed if #asks #twine if #if wip #twine wip #interactive novel #gc if character development #did someone say cake?

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prumanoenjoyer · 5 months

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Doing this thing because I got blorbos on my mind

A - Current OTPs/OT3s etc.

It may not come as a surprise but I am absolutely rotting on PruMano at all times and have been doing so for basically a year now. It's beginning to melt into my personality and nothing can be done about it. Whenever I'm released from the iron grip of PruMano rotting I enjoy GerIta and FrUk like the normie that I am. The BTT are definitely getting together for threesomes when they're all single and I like them as well.

B - Pairing I initially didn't consider

This might shock you after reading the first bit but. PruMano. See I'm not new to this circus, I first watched Hetalia in 2015 but focused mostly on the Nordic 5 with SuFin and DenNor. This was before PruAus 9/11 (Hima suddenly announcing they're cousins) so I think I was on the PruAus rot.

Other than that I got a friend who I dragged into this hellhole (you know who you are) who has infected me with Frain and TurFra. I have some Thoughts about TurPru but uhh. let's leave that for now.

C - Ships I never liked and never will like

All the ones where there is an unbalanced power dynamic (age gaps, having interacted when one was a child and the other way older etc, former colonies and oppressive states, having a relationship that implies being related etc). I am a seasoned hater of these and I do my best to block anyone who as much as reblogs it. I do not care if it's "just fiction" you guys are weird and not in a good way xoxo

D - Ships I just can't get myself to like

Due to the aforementioned PruMano rot I just don't feel seriously interested in any other pairings I fear. Nothing against PruCan or LietPru for example, I am just so rotted on PruMano that it doesn't make me feel anything lol

E - My crack contributions

I may just be the only person who has even considered TurPru and I have done it in the most unbearable fujoshi way possible </3

Other than that I'm helping out with spreading unrequited GerFra, Frain and TurFra which I do also enjoy on the side.

F - Longest I've been in a fandom

I wanna say this one?? Not actively so, I jumped ship to other things such as Love Live and JJBA in early 2019ish (Love Live even earlier in 2017), but even during my longer breaks from Hetalia I've always ended up rewatching it at some point or posting about it.

G - First OTP

For Hetalia it's definitely been GerIta from day one. Do I even need to say anything? To me they're canon.

H - Favorite way of consuming fandom stuff

It's mostly anime series and TV shows I'd say, I do sometimes read but am a bit too busy to properly sit down and do so.

I - Has Tumblr made me dislike fandoms

I think it would take less time to list the fandoms Tumblr HASN'T made me dislike tbh. I try to keep a tight knit circle for my own sanity and rarely interact with the fandom part of stuff apart from my own and my friend's contributions. Highly recommended btw.

J - Fandoms I didn't notice until Tumblr

To be honest I'm not really browsing Tumblr at all. I like to upload here because the image quality is way better than on Instagram. I suppose I highly associate some fandoms with this site (Undertale for example)?

K - Say something nice about someone

You should all go like and subscribe to fruktual on Instagram for more FrUk and Frainposting

L - Say something nice about a mid character

Lithuania I'm sure you are way more interesting than I give you credit for and I care about you the most out of the Baltic Trio (which I honestly forget exists at times)

M - Something nice about a ship I don't like

I'd honestly rather pull a tooth out than say a single word of praise for things such as UsUk or Spamano 🤢🤢🤢🤢 And that's on periodt!

N - Things I wish to see more of in the fandom

More PruMano please please please please please pl

O - Song that reminds me of a ship

Til There Was You by The Beatles makes me think of GerIta, as well as Kingdom Come by Red Velvet

As for PruMano it would be Tales Of Great Ulysses by Cream because I had that on repeat writing my Ancient Rome PruMano AU lol

P - New AU

I'm working on/will be working on a Frankenstein PruMano AU where Gilbert is a much more empathic Victor Frankenstein and Lovino is too traumatized from dying and being resurrected to be out killing people. Look forward to that...

Q - Ship I've abandoned and why

PruAus because Hima came in with a warhammer and bludgeoned it to the cousinzone R.I.P </3

R - Pairing I think no one else ships

Again with TurPru, I seriously wonder whether it's been considered at all. Most likely not.

S - Personal headcanon

Okay more or less true I guess if you bother to read the source material but Gilbert is just a silly loser guy. Like, he's a total himbo. I love him and need to gnaw on him.

T - Headcanons I'll die defending

That Gilbert and Lovino who share a passion for chivalry and knights would definitely go visit museums and LARPing events such as medieval weeks and whatnot. Just warms my cold little heart <3

U - 5 faves from 5 different fandoms

Oh boy. Forgive me for what I'm about to share.

(Hetalia) Gilbert Beilschmidt

(JJBA) Dio Brando

(Madoka) Kyouko Sakura

(Love Live) Yoshiko Tsushima

(Gakkou Gurashi or School Live) Kurumi Ebisuzawa

V - 3 OTPs from different fandoms

(Hetalia) PruMano (shocker, I know)

(Madoka) HomuMado

(Love Live) YohaRiko

W - 5 ships ft 5 kinks for said ship

So obviously gonna skip over the ones featuring minors.

PruMano - Verbal degradation, sadism, masochism, somewhat fear aspect, leaving marks

I do also just think they love each other and have normal sex and that's fine too, but I did write a fanfic where the abovementioned happens

X - My top 5 babygirls

1. Gilbert, I bully him a lot but don't you ever seriously say something mean about him because I will be so sad </3

2. Lovino, he's a flawed man and some of you are MEAN to him for having it rough

3. Rome, some people who haven't read source material claim there's some favoritism going on, he does visit Lovino as well okay? The allegations are canonically false!

4. Ludwig, I think most of us agree he's a good person but for the rare few who claim he's "verbally abusive". Go outside and touch grass no he isn't. GerIta has always been them antagonizing one another, the battlefield is even or perhaps even in Feliciano's favor. Ludwig will never be able to escape the nightmare and I don't think Feli wants him to. They're bound together forever and love it.

5. Roderich, gets slack for various Chibitalia related things, does not deserve it at all, it's all whining and he and Feli are on good terms in modern times. Relax.

Y - Fandoms in-law

My current close friends are into Baldurs Gate 3, Watch Dogs, Dishonored, Evillous Chronicles (Vocaloid), Utena and more. But these are the primary blorbo shows in-law.

Z - Rambling time

Okay if you've gotten this far down I admire your attention span lol thanks. I don't really have all that much to say that is concrete and comprehensible but I am thinking of PruMano and of warm days by the Mediterranean Sea and skies later lit in vivid shades of red and orange as the hot sun sets and the cities come to life. I am also thinking about them cuddling, which I do quite a lot.

Anyway that was all for me bye

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