#But since that person constantly vagues me and my friends I think this is completely justified in this case.
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helga-grinduil · 1 year ago
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Saw the most insane take on this chapter today, and I feel like I need to say something.
Toga decided to die… NOT because she accepted Ochako’s feelings and her ‘healthy love’. If you were to actually read the chapter with your eyes instead of your ass, this is what you would see:
The structure of Toga’s monologue (and the monologue itself) here mirrors Jin's monologue. The narrative is basically throwing it in your face that Toga is copying Jin, even if unknowingly. Her entire 'sacrifice' is a parallel to Jin, who also decided to sacrifice himself for the people who accepted him (The League in Jin's case, Ochako in Himiko's case) because he didn't really care about himself anymore and didn't think rehabilitation was possible for him. She's not doing this because she accepted the 'healthy' concept of love, she's literally copying Jin's version of love - self-sacrifice.
Toga literally gives us an actual reason for why she's doing it: she doesn't believe (yet) that the world can change for the better and that the society would try to work with her instead of completely supressing her. She doesn't believe that she would have a future if she'd allow herself to be captured by heroes. This entire thought process is coming from the core ideology of the League of Villains. Not believing that the world can change and help them so the only thing left is to either destroy it or die is Tomura's ideology.
(Destruction is the main point. Destroying as much as they can and feel like before they're killed off or before they're left with nothing but ashes is the real purpose behind this entire war.)
And even when Toga speaks about the League creating an easier world for her to live in, the flashback shows them before MVA - alive and well. Twice is dead. Touya (as she thinks) is dead. Compress was captured. Currently, as far as Toga is aware - only Shigaraki (who isn't even Tomura anymore, the last time she saw him), Kurogiri and Spinner are left standing (and Spinner is actually currently laying on the hospital floor, dying). Ultimately, the League creating that world for her is an impossible, unachievable dream by now - and she knows it. It's not something that is going to happen. She gave up on that idea. She doesn't believe that she has a future if heroes capture her, and she doesn't believe that she has a future if the League 'wins' (and she knows they won't).
She believes that dying is the conclusion all of them are heading towards, the League came there prepared to die - that's why she chooses to save Ochako (the person who accepted her and made her happy) and kill herself instead of getting locked up or dying in some other way. Dying on her own terms, dying by saving the only person who actually accepted her (like Twice did) is the only way she can see herself going out happily now. There is no other option left in her mind.
And hey! There is actually another huge factor at play here, which I feel like some people forget for some reason? Toga thinks that Touya is dead. Moreso, Toga thinks that Touya killed himself. Dying on her own terms, killing herself while smiling?
She is following in his footsteps.
That's why she 'asked' Touya if he'd managed to smile/laugh before dying, because *that's* what Touya's entire speech about laughter was about. Dying while having a fucking blast, dying while doing whatever they want and laughing at the world, accepting the fact that they will die, but at least they'll cause as much harm and pain to the world that hurt them as possible before that. Himiko has decided to kill herself while doing what she wants (sacrificing herself to save a person who made her happy) with a smile on her face.
It's not love & justice that lead to self-destruction, it's self-depreciation and inability to believe that things can get better that do.
P.S. She’s not dead btw.
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carmenized-onions · 6 months ago
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The Other Shoe | Consultation
logline; old wounds tend not to heal, if you don't let them. but, there is hot chocolate, and love. so perhaps that's enough.
[!!!] series history, this is the seventh; First, Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth
Spotify Playlist, if you like to listen while you read. I listen to it when I write :) Constantly gettin’ added to. Finally got Hozier on here. Don't know how that took me so long.
portion; 3.1k
possible allergies; two absolutely garbage mental states of people who are NOT over Mikey or the way they've been treated. Bunch of self-loathin, the whole lot.
pairing; Carmen ‘Carmy’ Berzatto & Fem Reader (no pronouns!)
Took me a minute, new jobs goin' well though!! This one took a lot of stewing, lmao. Lot of staring and thinking. We'll talk after, but SO many alterations were made lmao.
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It has been three weeks since you met Carmen in a freezer.
Six days since you were at his apartment. Ish.
Roughly forty-three weeks since the worst day of your life. Doesn’t feel like it.
In five days, you’ll have the second— Well, maybe third or fourth, worst day of your life.
But today is Monday, and you don’t know what’s coming yet.
It’s just after one in the morning, and you wake up to a phone call. Carmy. Yes, do not disturb was on. Yes, you’d set him on priority access— Which most people would find very cute and intimate, and it is— But he’s not the only one. It’s not a limited feature for people you want to kiss. There’s Syd, Richie, …Mikey…
Cause when is the right time to delete a dead friend’s contact info? It’s not right now. You know it’s not right now. And it probably won’t be tomorrow, either.
Phone call. You’re getting a phone call.
“Carm?”
“…”
You stir a little, bit, when there’s no reply, brain dehazing. “Carmy? Everything okay?”
You hear the beep of the phone call being ended. No way he butt-dialed you, right? You’re awake. You’re so awake. This feels all too familiar, and that's not a good thing. You immediately open your phone to text him, by the time you get to his contact, he’s already texted you. Actively texting you, in a rapid, manic succession.
‘fuck’
‘sorry’
‘you were supposed to be asleep’
Hm.
‘talking to a person hard right now?’
‘yes’
‘you’re so smart.’
‘easier to talk to robot you.’
‘wowwww’
It’s hard to write funny, right now. It’s hard to act like yourself, right now. You’re not sure how you’re doing it.
‘not what I meant’
‘I know. You’re you.’
‘you wanna send a voice message maybe?’
‘it’s fine. I’ll text.’
You give him time, you expect a paragraph since he’s taking so long, but instead you get,
‘can’t.’
‘carmen.’
‘I like you so much.’ Oh be still your stupid heart.
‘feeling is mutual.’
‘I can’t make my problems the only reason I talk to you’
Is that true? Fuck, that's kind of true, isn't it? But there's the puzzles! And there's been phone calls!
‘You talk to me for other reasons’
‘yeah. But it’s mostly problems’
‘with me.’
‘eh. Not really. Walk-in was you, toilet was Mikey, Nat had a baby, I’d consider the oven a shared problem of you and Syd’
‘oven was my fault’
He types for even longer this time. It’s hard not to interrupt him. When you start to type, he sends.
‘can I come over?’
‘I know it’s late’
‘I’ll come pick you up.’
‘no’
‘I’ll walk. I’ll be there in 20.’
‘it’s not a problem to pick you up.’ It's a problem if he doesn't let you pick him up.
‘I know.’
‘promise I just wanna walk. Get air.’
God, why are your fucking hands shaking he just wants to walk. He just wants to walk. Why can’t you bring yourself to believe people when they say that anymore?
Everything’s normal. It’s been a good six days for Carm, you know that it’s been a good six days. Everything's normal. You’ve kept a puzzle streak every morning, you’ve called him some nights, he’s called you some nights. He’s had a good week. He told you so. Everything's normal. You’ve vaguely flirted in that extremely sexual yet completely nonsensical way new situationships do, via text. People don’t do that when they’re on the brink of death, right? Everything's normal. Stop playing with your pendant. Relax. Put a shirt on. Stop being so fucking paranoid. Stop typing—!
‘can you do me a favour’
‘anything’
‘can you turn your location on for me’
‘not to be invasive. You can turn it off when you get here, I—’
Before you can even finish typing your explanation, let alone send it, he sends his location, trackable. He’s already walking.
‘be there in 18.’
You watch, with bated breath, his little contact photo bubble marching across Chicago to you. You make yourself mildly presentable and make hot chocolate on the stove—Gotta use milk, for Carmen— For when he comes to you, out of the cold. Because he’s going to come to you. He’s gonna be here. He’s gonna be here. You know that because you’ve been keeping your phone screen open and only look away to ensure you don’t pour milk on your stovetop and to blink.
He's here in eighteen minutes. You think if you had a stop watch going on, it’d be down to the millisecond. You open the door for him, before he can even knock. You watched his bubble walk up to your door. No point in waiting. You need to see him.
He’s breathing heavy. Held tight in his fist is a bundle of flowers— Importantly, not a bouquet, a bundle of flowers—Like, roots still on a few, visibly yanked out of the ground. Though seemingly from different gardens, since there's quite a variety. He looks at you, then down at the flowers, then back to you.
“I— I stole these.”
“Had a feeling.” You wave your hand for him to come inside, he does. “Are you okay?”
His steps falter, he seems downtrodden. You take the flowers, and then take his hand. He hesitates to speak, but he’s really trying to say fucking something. You squeeze his hand, it seems to help.
“I—” He swallows the spit caught in his throat. “I didn’t know— I— No. No, I did know— I knew the one place I had to come was, here. Had to go somewhere.”
You nod, you look over him. Silently doing a wellness check. You’re panicked. You’re so panicked. But he can’t know that. This is about him. You’re the one that takes care of people. He’s clean. He smells like Old Spice and you. He’s a little cold from the walk, he didn’t wear a jacket, but he’s warming up fast. He looks tired but not exhausted, which, for Carmy, is kind of as good as you’re going to get. He didn’t have the energy for a phone call, but he had the energy to come over and talk to your face; his social battery is wonky, but that’ll fix with time here. Is he hungry? That’s hard to tell on looks alone.
“You wanna talk about it, Bear?”
He nods, head down. Can’t look at you. You gently pull at his hand for him to follow you into the kitchen. “Made hot chocolate. You a marshmallow or whipped cream guy?”
His eyes are glassy, and his mood itself doesn’t change, but he does swiftly lift his head up to look at you with an incredulous, curious half smile. “You don’t do both?”
“I find it gets a lil’ busy. But I like the tiny marshmallows that come with the mix with whipped cream—”
“You gotta do actual cocoa.”
You roll your eyes. “I don’t like my hot chocolate to actually be rich. I want sweet.”
“You’re breaking my heart.”
“Good thing I’m a repairman, then.” You deadpan. He does actually seem to glow a little bit, at that. You repeat, hand full of flowers resting on your hip. “So both?”
“Both.”
He calms you down so easily, even when really, he was the oncoming stress— Or rather, your perceptions. He clears static for you, without effort. You nod, letting go of his hand— Slowly, withdrawing, like a silent promise that you will be back. You grab a paper towel and wrap the flowers in them, setting them down on the counter. You’ll plant them later. Honestly, kind of a better gift for you and your green thumb than a bouquet would be.
You turn to your oven to stir the pot of hot chocolate— Can’t have any fuckin’ clumps for Mr Michelin over here. Speaking of Michelin, he sidles up behind you and puts his head on your shoulder, hands hovering as if he’s going to hug your waist but simply cannot bring himself to.
He mumbles into your shoulder. “I lit my oven on fire.”
Ah. The oven was his fault. That's what he meant. When you pause and try to turn, that’s when he hugs you, holding you in place. “Please don’t look ‘t me.”
You take a deep breath, and continue to stir the pot. “Okay. I’m listening, not looking.”
“I did— I did it in my sleep. Not the first time. I think, I think they’re night terrors? But I don’t, don’t scream or nothin’— I don��t say shit actually. I don’t think.”
God, he’s insecure, even now, about how crazy you’ll think he is. Like telling your therapist everything that’s wrong with you except for the stuff that they might hospitalize you for. God, does he treat you like a fucking therapist? He’s awful. He’s awful for you. He’s awful for anyone. It doesn’t matter that you’re different— The common denominator is him. He’s a fucking piece of shit—
“I wake up screaming sometimes.” You reply, so softly. You feel his short nails dig into your sides just slightly for a second as he remembers where he is. He’s over your shoulder. No one’s over his. “Happens to the worst of us.”
You grab two mugs from the cupboard— Reaching with the arm he’s not leaning on. “Did you put it out or should I be calling my former C-F-D crew?”
“I put it out.” He notes your mugs. They’re mismatching. One is definitely handmade with messy floral patterns, the other a tourist trap Chicago mug.  They’re perfect. “I—I was cooking something, in my sleep— And then— Then the fire starts.”
You ladle the hot chocolate into the mugs— Usually you’d just pour it straight but you don’t want Carmen to watch you inevitably spill half of it on your counters. You nod, “Do you dream that you’re cooking?”
“K-Kinda? I’m not cooking, I’m the Head, the expediter— And, and my Exec is over my fucking shoulder and he’s— Just in my head.” He swallows, thinking of how to explain without explaining. “And then I wake up, and there’s a fire, and I watch it grow, and I think about what it would mean if I just let it, and how I’d want it to.”
“And then you put it out?”
“And then I put it out.”
“Do you wish you didn’t?”
“I don’t know. And it’s fucking with me. ‘Cause— ‘Cause things are really good right now.” You tense under him, and he knows it’s because you don’t believe him. “They are, they really really are. Sug bein’ away is… not easy, but, it’s, it’s okay—”
“Carm.” Your tone is so accusatory.
“It’s the same nightmare it used to be.” He doesn’t hesitate to correct as soon as you question it. He cannot lie to you. For one, you see right through him. For two, it’s you. You’d rather know he’s insane. For some reason. “It’s been hard. I— I know fuck all, about business, and, and we can’t afford to hire a fuckin’ replacement right now because we owe so much fucking money or the whole thing caves— But it’s— It’s been good.”
You grab a handful of mini marshmallows, splitting them between the two mugs. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He nods into your shoulder. “Everyone is… happy, right now. It’s not always fuckin’ breezy but— Everyone’s, everyone’s okay. And I have somethin’ I can actually be proud of, right now. And I have— I — You’re around. N’ that, that has been good. For everyone.”
You hum. Heart full, at that. You awkwardly shift to your fridge, waddling like a penguin instead of turning, as not to disturb Carmen, he chuckles against your shoulder. “You can tell me to fuck off, y’know.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want you to.” You hug his arm to you. This makes him squeeze just a little tighter. You pull out a half-empty can of Reddi-Wip, shaking it violently, as instructed. “Say when.”
You hover the can over the tourist mug, he shakes his head. “Other one.”
He wants the handmade one. Your fingerprints are grooved into the handle. You ignore how insane this makes you feel, and spray whipped cream into the handmade mug. You’re waiting for him to say when.
It’s getting to a concerningly tall pile, at this point. You feel him swallow. He finally says the quiet thought out loud.
“I think I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. Even in my sleep, I know it’s coming.”
You nod, you stop spraying. You think on it for a beat. You opt to be honest. “I am, too.” You nod. “I am, too.”
“What’d’you think it’s gonna be?”
You feel your neck flare red and hot, guilty. Horrifically guilty. Lifesaver. You spray whipped cream into your own mug. You don’t really want both whipped cream and marshmallows, but it’s a good way to disguise how shaky your hands are. You take a deep breath.
“Think you’re gonna realize I’m not as good as you think I am.”
He kind of, tugs at you, pulling you closer to him, as if to rebuke thee. “You’re very good, Tony.”
You just hum in reply, once again, the pile of whip cream grows— It sputters, and basically nothing is coming out, but you can’t bring yourself to move, so it continues to struggle. He lets you do this, for a moment, before softly, questioningly speaking your name.
You just hum, again. Everything’s fine. Everything’s normal. This isn’t even about you, this is about him. “I’m good.”
“You are.” He declares, like it’s law. He grabs the empty can from you hand and puts it on the counter, then turns you around to face him. You keep your head down, there’s every chance you throw up and die if you— “Look at me.”
“I know—” He does not give you the chance to excuse yourself, he grabs your chin, softly, but still, forces you to look at him.
“You’re very good.” Too much eye contact. Too close. Too sincere. Too much— “Too good, too good for anyone.”
Too good for him. You, of course, don’t think that. But that’s exactly why you’re too good. “I’m not gonna change my mind ‘bout that.”
“…Hope so.”
Carmen can see it, now. The way your jaw clenches, how you’re looking past him, not at him. The way you mirror how he imagines he looked in the walk-in, to you. He decides to take a page out of your book, and hugs you close. “Know so.”
Your chin hooks over his shoulder. You stare down the hall of your apartment, brain somewhere else. He stares over your shoulder at the hot chocolates, whipped cream slowly melting and overflowing onto the counters.
“You wanna talk about it?” He asks, and you can’t help but smile at the ridiculousness of it.
“I—It’s not—This about you, not me—”
“It’s both. It can be both.” The shared burden.
You sigh, putting your arms around his shoulders. “…I’ll talk about it eventually, I promise. Just not… Ready—Right now.” You’re not ready to risk him no longer liking you. You need a little more time to be selfishly avoidant. “Eventually, though.”
He nods. He gets it. He does it.
“How do you think the other shoe’s gonna drop? If it does?”
This was the exact question he didn’t want, but you answered it, kind of, and that means he has to answer it, kind of. He relaxes his hold on you. “Think you’re gonna see me when I’m— When I’m not me— When I’m— I’m like, like my fuckin’ family.”
When he’s angry. When he yells. When he’s mean. When his crises don’t take the form of hibernation. When he’s frightening.
“Think once you realize, you’ll leave, and it’ll all leave with you.”
When he said that everyone’s happy at The Bear, he knows it’s because you’re back in the atmosphere. You bring a lightness that he never could, that he always envied in his brother. He honestly needs to break something at The Bear to get you to come in soon, because it’s been two weeks since you made everyone coffee, and your presence is only finally starting to wain in power. He really needs to start paying himself so you can get on bar.
“I don’t love being yelled at, certainly.”
You know what acting like his family means. Mikey used to do it. When things got bad. And while you got better and better at being understanding, still never managed to keep yourself from tearing up. “But it’s nothing that would make me leave. Nothing that’s not worth it.”
Jesus Christ. Jesus fucking Christ. His bad side, his anger, his violence, his teeth, the parts of his functionality that he hates, you consider worth dealing with, for the sake of the rest of him.
It reminds him, of a question that’s been on his mind for a while now. His chin digs into your shoulder, a little bit. He swallows.
“Do you really not think taking care of people is a lot of work?”
You frown, thinking about it. It is a lot of work. It’s exhausting work, rotten work, to take care of people.
“It is a lot of work.” You tilt your head, kiss his clothed shoulder. “But it’s just pure instinct, to do. “I care therefore I care, or somethin’.”
“What a poet.”
“Fuck off.”
You both laugh; then comfortable silence. He’s the first to break it. “You’re good.”
“We’re both good.” You pull back to look at him. Nothing has truly been resolved, and yet he looks more at peace. Thank, God. You’re doing a good job. You’re not failing again. “You wanna go drink these barely warm hot chocolates in my bed and pass out?”
“Please.”
Carmen never turns off his location, and he never will. He doesn't ask why you want it. He takes advantage of the whipped cream on your nose and the severe lack of napkins in your bedroom when he can. He replaces the Cubs jersey wearing bear in your arms, that night. He hopes he will forever, he's pretty sure he won't.
In five days, this Friday will be the worst Friday of your lives.
But neither of you know that yet. The painting is still not finished, he hasn’t yelled at anyone around you yet, Carmen still doesn’t know about the necklace you’ve tucked under your shirt every day for the past year.
The other shoe still hangs in the air; but not in your bed.
You pray it’s fall will not wake the bear.
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FUCK bro.
It was tough writing in a way that was coherently incoherent. Like, neither of these two want to talk about their problems, so they are vague, but I know what the fuck is going on-- And hopefully you kindddaaa get what's going on?? There's still a little mystery I'm holding on for myself, hehehe. I'm very curious if anyone has theories by now tbh. What's this hidden part of Tony's life!!! They're usually so open!!! So what's this shit!!!
I cut out like a WHOLE 300 words of them doin' a smooch because it just made no fuckin' sense. They're both in emotional hell, couldn't force it, even if I wanted it. But there was the cuddlin' and nose kissin' in bed. So I think that's a good caveat.
But the most insane part of this chapter for me, and you'll see later, THIS chapter and the next,,,,, 3 chapters? Were all gonna be ONE. I know. Nuts. I was essentially gonna format it like all snippets of this one week, because as we know, Fridays gonna be the worst friday! But I realized like a quarter way through writing this one, that it simply couldn't just be a snippet. It needed to breath as it's own full thing. As did the next 3 chaps. I think they'll be a lot more digestable this way and also it won't force me to hole away for a fuckin month writing it without giving you a single morsel of content.
Anyways, tell me what the fuck you THOUGHT!! I'm excited to hear thoughts, hopefully all good ones~~~
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leonenjoyer69 · 2 months ago
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Day 28: Mr Tanis!!
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MY BBG 🙏🙏🙏 had a wip of him with mindyons ghost lads I did over a month ago and decided to redraw it, since my style has changed a good bit. I've been waiting so long jskvkke but!!! Yapping!!!
OKAY, SO JSKVKKSKV, Victorian necromancy was a sort of sub category for Victorian spiritualism. Around like,, 1860 I believe, the interest in spirits and other occult type things sort of boomed. People became kinda obsessed with talking to and learning things about all sorts of spirits, and this is when seances became kinda big. Like, a shit ton of people would do them, especially higher class folks, bc it was kinda like entertainment. And since death was so widespread back then, a lot of people would want to talk to those that have passed. (Forgive me if I get anything wrong tho, I read about a bunch of this over the years and am just recalling)
Necromancy tho!!!! Generally people think of completely reanimating the dead and stuff, but for Victorians it was moreso reanimating the *spirit or soul*, basically bringing the spirit back to ask it questions, usually about the future or to answer mysteries, like cause of death and blah blah blah. Tho, with the creatures and world of tgs, it can kinda be assumed that Tanis does *also* dabble in fully reanimating things-- most likely small animals or pets and such. I like to think he helps keep Zosi good and well, personally :3 but yeah, it can probably be assumed that he might be trying to work up to resurrecting people and such, but he *probably* mostly dabbles in seances and connecting with spirits/the spiritual world and such. He probably does resurrections for recently deceased pets and such, and spiritual readings/seances for higher class people, or just people who seek out his stuff. Which!! I think would make him one of the more popular lodgers among higher society.
Hcs: I think he's a very joyful and social guy, which can vaguely be seen, mayhaps partially bc of high empathy from his line of work. He's more in tune to emotions and atmosphere bc of the connection he's built with the spirit world. Because of this, I feel like spirits and stuff are also just very drawn to him (and Doddle for his constant positive energy, though he doesn't notice them)
Also!!! Works quite closely with Dr Maijabi me thinks, I bet they've got a nice found family dynamic, not only bc of their somewhat similar lines of work, but also bc they're both immigrants. I think him and doddle are friends too (*COUGH*boyfriends-) bc doddle seems like such a constantly happy and positive guy so I think doddle would help recharge him emotionally
Anyways. I have more, but I can't remember it rn bc I'm being yapped to and can't think properly dhvjsjjc, thank you for reading!
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dicentsalve · 3 months ago
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You shared your La Squadra headcanons... Now what about L' Unità speciale?
// also,, I love your work! It's interesting :)
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Thank you VERY much, bb!!!!! I don't know if this is the same person who asked me about my La Squadra hcs, but if this is, then I'm waiting for you in the bedroom in my new lace lingerie And it's ps2 colors again
● Squalo
Squalo is Tuscan, Tiziano is Sicilian and there are a couple of reasons for this: Tuscany is a treasure trove of the Renaissance and many precious artistic creations, and Tiziano is reference to the artist Also in Sicily is very I mean, is VERY common and in demand fish, and Squalo is literally a shark, as his stand
The accent in speech is almost undetectable, but he often uses the Tuscan dialect and actually pronounces “Tizzano”
He and Sale are brothers. Sale doesn't know that his appendix is ​​a member of the Boss’s elite guard, but believes that he simply found a rich friend in Tiziano, which he sometimes uses with gnashing of teeth. They are also the direct personification of jokes: - I fucked your mother! - We have the same mother, idiot.
Squalo has a Stand from birth and for this reason doesn't eat fish.
Living up to his name, he bites quite often, as sharks bite the object of their adoration as a sign of courtship. (But if think so, he only bites Tiz)
Squalo loves and often goes swimming, especially early in the morning or late in the evening, and carries Tiziano with him, who, in turn, doesn't like to swim, but loves to spend time on the shore, watching Squalo, who sometimes brings him beautiful shells or stones from the bottom.
Can't stand white wine.
He knows a lot of different and ridiculous facts about sea creatures and loves to tell them to Tiziano.
Regarding the Bucci gang, has a particular dislike for Mista (this hc is based on private comparisons between The Clash and Sex Pistols and disputes between fans)
Having a difficult relationship with parents.
● Tiziano
Has the softest, almost inaudible accent, especially to an unknowing interlocutor, which is also well disguised behind purring.
The great love of Sicilians for women played a certain role in his appearance, which gave him great attention from men in Sicily and beyond. From the women, by the way, too.
Tiziano damnably loves money and is ready to do anything if he is paid well for it.
He also doesn’t eat fish, but he didn’t do that even before the stand appeared, he’s just sick of it.
Tiziano values ​​his personal space very much and hates when it is violated against his will, but he himself does this quite often, if not constantly.
Is the information side of the Unità Speciale.
He has the habit of pampering and treating Squalo, who, in turn, is ashamed of this.
Not particularly talkative or smiling, but has a good command of the language. (In terms of speech patterns and traps for the interlocutor, but in a different sense too)
At home he has several plants, which he carefully cares for.
Father is a farmer. Doesn't maintain contact with his mother, but has a stable relationship with his father. (His dad also likes Squalo) Final screamer, but Tiziano and Squalo are just friends, at least officially (This turns me on even more)
● Carne
Carne is almost completely deaf. He can speak, but does so rather vaguely and quietly.
He's afraid of cats and I'm not going to explain it.
His height is 211. It seemed strange and illogical to me that since Carne is meant to be cannon fodder and the stand itself demands that he be killed in any case, he is very short. And the higher the cabinet, the louder it falls.
Regarding the work of Notorious B.I.G: Yes, Carne needs to be killed And he will die, then his soul in the form of a stand will crawl out of his body. However, when Notorious B.I.G. reaches the target and kills the victim, it returns to the owner’s body and restores the wounded parts.
● Cioccolata
Cioccolata is the last one who is also Sicilian for me and I'm ready to explain why: In the anime adaptation, Risotto (who, according the canon, is Sicilian), Tiziano and Cioccolata have a single, unique manner of speech, which is especially clearly heard from Cioccolata. I can’t explain it, but just listen to their voices and compare with the others, they have some kind of abruptness, “stammers” and breath before syllables.
Based on this, Cioccolata has the thickest accent.
As a child, Cioccolata wore braces, which he installed for himself. However, he still has a natural "unevenness" and his front teeth protrude slightly, causing his upper incisors to show through unless he consciously closes his lips.
He sleeps a lot, which can be attributed to his slight excitability and extreme emotionality at work, although otherwise he is quite calm and even silent.
During each new medical experiment, he tries not to repeat himself, because otherwise the process will no longer cause the same pleasure.
Despite certain inclinations, he still adheres to extreme sterility in his work.
● Secco
He has no fear of Cioccolata. In the sense that he is still afraid of him as a person and an unstable personality. However, he is not afraid, because he is firmly confident that Ciocco wont harm him.
He has a slightly sinewy, but large and elastic physique, broad shoulders, to which a significant contribution was made by the stand, which requires good training of the swimmer, and we all know what swimmers look like.
Due to the huge amount of sugar, he is very restless, nervous and twitchy.
After being with Cioccolata for a long time, he really began to forget and confuse some words or sounds.
He is a Neapolitan and knows every corner of Naples like the back of his hand, so he poses a much greater threat in pursuit here.
Cioccolata often kicks him out of the office or forces sits halfway under the floor, since Secco loves dirt.
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alexitheslayer02 · 1 month ago
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Okay.... Miquella Tangent
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Tangent time, buckle in fellow Tarnished. I'm going lore hound mode.
[Note: I am by no means a lore expert. This is largely my interpretations and perspectives. I am not saying who is right, who is wrong, or any of that. I am not going to hate on anyone who does not agree with me. I will hate on people who are rude bitches in the comments or reblogs. I don't have time or patience for trolls and butthurt assholes. At the end of this, I will have links to other analyses of Miquella that others have done that I find interesting.] I predict that I may start a war hhh I want to be clear. I am not excusing the wrong doings Miquella made. He made poor choices (to put it lightly). I just also refuse, with everything given, to believe that Miquella is pure this or that, when he is a complex character within himself. I also don't believe Mohg deserved the treatment he got, nor is he fully absolved of the crimes he did commit either. ----------------------- In my opinion, Miquella is a great example of two things.
"The road to hell is paved in good intentions"
And that an overabundance in anything, even things generally thought of as good, can prove malignant.
Miquella is not an innately evil character. He is flawed, yes, but not evil by nature. I would classify him as a chaotic neutral, not evil, but not good either. He's in between.
Here is why I believe this to be so.
First of all, Miquella's bewitchment.
This is such a core part of his character, and I believe a core part of why people may hate him or feel sympathy for him depending on your perspective on it. First, is it a fully conscious thing? Is it involuntary? Or something in between? This is important to consider for any character with such an ability. Examples: Dracula, and Eida.
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(Source for Image: Wikipedia) It's easy to hate Dracula, or see him as manipulative, because of his bewitching abilities. It's a conscious decision, so we understand that he is evil, he is hunting, he is manipulative, and should die.
[Source: It.... literally says so]
Eida is more sympathetic to a point than Dracula, as her bewitchment is not a conscious thing. It's as involuntary as the beating of the human heart. She can not "turn it off", so she never had true friends or romance, leaving her to live a relatively lonely life in a sense. What is my point? The nature of Miquella's ability, and how we choose to view it from what little we know of the vague snippets we hear/read can vastly alter how we view Miquella as a character. I, personally, see it as having always been there. An unconscious thing that existed since birth, and over time, became something of a defense mechanism, and something he may have loathed. If you have the ability to charm people somehow, and you can not control it, how would that warp your idea of what love or friendship is? It has to have some effect on his mentality towards these things. Now of course, Miquella had to have had some minor control of it, but I doubt he had complete control. Just knew how to fine tune it's trajectory to suit his needs. Like in the boss fight. I believe he always wanted to control it, but like all his plans, it never came to true fruition. [Headcanon: I headcanon that it is laced in his voice. So whenever he speaks, regardless of intention, you are at a threat of being bewitched. It could also explain how he is able to do this at such a scale as well. As evidenced by the Tarnished, some people seem to have some level of resistance to this bewitchment, which I think is linked to a strength of will. Though I have no way of knowing for certain.] Now. Another thing I think needs to be addressed is those under his thrall. It seems to me that Miquella can not fully control them. This is not BG3, where we have parasitical tadpoles to monitor people's thoughts and constantly affect our thought process in the moment. Miquella is not omnipresent, so he can not be at fault for every little action someone under his thrall makes. At best, I think the bewitchment is like planting a seed of bias. The plant that grow from it is utter devotion, but it's not like Miquella is actively editing people's thoughts. Think of it this way. Would you blame a leading officer for the actions that a grunt soldier took in the officer's absence? Of course not (I hope), the soldier made his own, personal, conscious decision by himself. It will, of course, be the officer's responsibility to punish or reward the soldier accordingly, but the fault does not lie with the officer in the end. Besides, we see that Miquella's charm does not alter his followers' personalities. It simply directs them into his favor. Their choices are their own to make. That never changed.
------------------------ Next up, Miquella's Curse. Miquella is cursed to never age. He is nascent, full of potential like a butterfly just leaving it's cocoon, but never flying far beyond that point.
From that, I would place his physical appearance as appearing between twelve to thirteen. Just reaching puberty, but not quite feeling or gaining the genuine effects.
However, he is just as old as Malenia chronologically. Most people would likely assume he'd have that maturity, right?
I personally don't think so.
"The most important psychological and psychosocial changes in puberty and early adolescence are the emergence of abstract thinking, the growing ability of absorbing the perspectives or viewpoints of others, an increased ability of introspection." 
(source:
This helps to make my point.
If Miquella is physically held back in this regard, it does effect his mentality. Not to mention, if everyone sees him as a child, they are likely to treat him as such. Regardless of it being intentional or not.
This would have an effect on his mental maturity. There is no doubt that Miquella is HIGHLY intelligent.  At the same time, intelligence does not equal maturity.
Neither does intelligence negate naivety, idealism, or just simply lack of forethought and/or consideration of consequences. It is a simple fact that children do not often consider the consequences their actions will have on others. They may think of the possible consequences their actions will have on themselves...
But when they are focused on a goal, or obsessed with said goal, they become narrow minded and don't consider the full scale of their consequences.
In fact, I hesitate to say this is a purely childish thing.
Many adults get a similar mentality, and focus on themselves rather than thinking outside of their tunnel vision. Especially if they are obsessed with whatever goal they have.
It's simply more common in children, because they lack the forethought to consider such things and have a lesser capability to consider other viewpoints. Combine that with Miquella mostly being treated as a child... He is literally an adult/child. But the child is far more prominent.
And children, often have the most dangerous of ideals.
Miquella's main goal, which he believes will take care of his other goals such as curing his sister's affliction and giving Godwyn a true death, is to become a god.
He wishes to usher in a new age ruled by compassion. 
To "Let all things flourish, whether graceful or malign."
Sounds nice initially, right? To let all life have a chance to live. To not have to suffer. That sounds wonderful, right? It's such a "kind" future.
Well....
"graceful or malign"
Good or evil.
Even things that are evil in nature would flourish in this new age. Why?
Because "Kindly Miquella", out of an act of kindness, would spare them death and consequence, to give them a chance to flourish. This is not because he does not care. It's because he does care.
Kindness does not necessarily mean good.
"the quality of being friendly, generous, and considerate" is what kindness means.
Miquella is not good, nor evil. He's just....kind. He saw the suffering people had under Marika's rule, and wanted to amend it, yet, he only followed in her footsteps, childishly believing he knew better than his mother.
"Killing with kindness", have you heard that saying before? ------------------------- Because Miquella is so focused on achieving his goals, mostly for the sake of his sister [who awaits his return, which she mentions herself, so I doubt she was unaware of Miquella's plans. WHICH, destroys the abandonment argument I do believe] and half-brother, and all the people oppressed by the Golden Order, he likely does not even realize how this kindness would hurt people in his ideal age.
He, just as likely, does not even realize the suffering he is currently, likely unintentionally in my opinion, inflicting on the very people he intends to help in the first place.
As I mentioned before, I imagine that his bewitching ability is something he always had, and combined with his childlike appearance (cause who would ever suspect an innocent child?), was very powerful, and he likely did not even realize that he was using it in his earlier years, as a defense mechanism.
When he would come to realize what it was and what it did, he probably never thought of the pain it could cause, of the deaths he could unintentionally inflict. He simply, likely, saw it as simply another tool to use to help people.
Like a child running up to their parents with a chef's knife they saw them use while cooking, not realizing they could hurt themselves or others by running with it in hand.
"Well, what's this… … Yes, yes, I should have known. Even the truth was itself mere folly. As if using Lord Mohg to gain entrance to the land of shadow were not enough, he plans to use his corpse as the vessel of his king consort. He has forsaken Lord Mohg's soul. He desires only his empty shell. It beggars belief, but… I'm afraid Tender Miquella fails to grasp the humiliation implied by this act. One thing is certain. My dear lord deserved better." -Sir Ansbach Even Ansbach points this out, in how Miquella probably does not grasp how wrong this is, what he is doing to Mohg, and how this likely hurts the people who were under Mohg's command. People who also suffered under the Golden Order. --------------------- "Why did Miquella choose Radahn over Mohg?" I don't know when Miquella could have possibly met Mohg, but I am certain Miquella must have met Radahn a few times at least. In which case, he could have seen Radahn's kind aspects, rather than the vicious war lord. For instance, Radahn's loyalty to his horse. Radahn's care/respect for his soldiers, and thus the loyalty exhibited by said soldiers. Not to mention Radahn's respect for the Sellia school and skills in combat. To Miquella, who is physically weak due to his eternal youth, who's sole power lies in magic, Radahn likely seemed like a hero through the gilded lens of tales and boasts. Besides, Miquella would need someone to defend and fight for him when he reached godhood, who better than a general who seemed to have a kind heart? Through limited meetings, Miquella could have seen a white knight, a Lord like Godfrey or Godwyn. Someone who could chase the monsters away. As for poor Mohg... I have no answers. Maybe you guys can help me on that front. --------------------- And the last and final point I would like to add on....
Is what he does to himself throughout the DLC. He's abandoning parts of himself.
"I abandon here the flesh of my body."
"I abandon here my heart."
"I abandon here my doubt and vacillation."
(Vacillation- the lack of ability to decide what to do, or the act of changing often between two opinions)
"I abandon here my love." (found right before we find his alter ego/other half, St. Trina.)
"I abandon here all my fears."
He's literally abandoning all of who and what he was. All his emotions, his physical form.... everything that he is and ever was
Just to become a god. Just to bring about a "gentler world". All for the sake of kindness.
Which, in a way, reminds me of how some people, just to be kind to others, will abandon parts of who they are and what makes them happy, just so they don't offend people or hurt their feelings.
But in the end, they hurt themselves and the people they love in the process. Just to be kind.
What really drives home the fact that Miquella is hurting himself and everyone around him, and is blind to that fact, is St. Trina's dialogue if you find her.
"Make Miquella stop... Don't turn the poor thing into a god... Godhood would be Miquella's prison. A caged divinity... is beyond saving. You must kill Miquella... Grant him forgiveness." St. Trina is to Miquella what Radagon is to Marika. And no, I do not mean husband and wife.
As Radagon and Marika are the same person, but two different halves and people, so are St. Trina and Miquella.
So no one knows Miquella better than St. Trina. Miquella foolishly, naively, believed he knew better than Marika, and believed that by cutting himself off from everything that made him so painfully human, that he could be a better god. However, that only perpetuated the cycle, and it would cage and torture him, and everyone else, like it did with Marika. St. Trina saw that, while Miquella did not. [Note: Someone theorized that, like with Malenia, Miquella's outer god that cursed him is linked to flesh. So by cutting out his flesh, he made himself a pointless vessel. Which is part of why his ascension failed in the end. It's an interesting tidbit I wanted to add here.]
My conclusion, as was obvious from the start....
Miquella is not purely evil. Nor is he purely good. He's in the middle.
He's a child that wants to help people, but is blinded by this desire. Blinded by his own kindness. It's literally in two of his many titles.
"Kindly Miquella" and "Miquella the Kind"
He's kind.
To quote Ansbach in the DLC. "Pure and radiant, he wields love to shrive clean the hearts of men... there is nothing more terrifying..."
[Shrive: hear the confession of, assign penance to, and absolve] Just to be clear, I am not excusing his actions. He made terrible choices. As I said at the start, "The road to hell is paved in good intentions".
Miquella forged his own path to hell with his actions Wooh boy. That was a lot. Anyway, uuhhh, I'm done now. Bye.
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maleyanderecafe · 11 months ago
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Hi! I’ve seen you mention in some of your posts about specific yanderes different types of yanderes and I was wondering if you could expand on that? I’m curious! Thank you!
Oh yeah, no problem. It's been a while since I've written about analysis for yandere types, though your ask is a little bit vague on what specific type of yandere you want me to talk about. I'll just talk more generally about yandere types then.
In general, I feel like you can make any character a yandere if you really wanted to since the trope of yandere is very versatile yet simple. There's a lot of ways of executing it based on character and when I write about yandere types, it's usually the ones I've seen or want to see in the yandere media I consume. Usually I talk about things such as describing the yandere type, giving examples from things I've read or seen, describing scenarios for the yandere type and what kinds of things you might want to think about if you do write about said yandere types.
To give an example, I've wanted to write about damsel yanderes for a while. Damsel yanderes are ones that feign incompetence in some way: acting a lot dumber than they actually are, getting hurt more often or getting into trouble, all for the sake of trying to get their s/o to take care of them or to gain attention from their s/o. Damsel yanderes are subclass of manipulation yanderes, but generally focus more on the s/o's sympathy/empathy so that they can continue to be the main focus of their love. Having this kind of weakness makes it so that the s/o lowers their guard as normally a person who constantly gets injured, isn't smart or doesn't understand what they're doing seem to need help, when in reality it's the opposite, with the yandere doing so just so that the two will stay together. They usually play the victim in these situations so you feel sorry for them, but they can be pretty horrifying still, considering they might have unorthodox ways of getting their s/o's attention. One such way might be some sort of self-mutilation, stabbing their own hand and getting their lover's attention so that they can be healed by them, or acting completely oblivious on someone else's affections towards them, only to them stab them in the back (both literally and figuratively). Damsel yanderes, while seemingly pretty harmless on the outside are actually pretty dangerous, especially if it's not something you'd expect out of someone who is constantly very meek. I've seen this used in female yanderes far more than male yanderes, but I feel that male yanderes can use this equally if not more effectively than female ones. Damsel yanderes might feign these weaknesses also to feed their s/o's ego or own self perception, for example a bully s/o that hurts the yandere, where the yandere purposefully puts themselves in situations where they can get bullied just for their attention. Some examples might be A Helpless Childhood Friend, which is a oneshot about a yandere that pretends to be helpless to gain their love's affection and My Angelic Husband is Actually the Devil in Disguise, where the yandere acts very stupid to get his lover's sympathy.
Anyways, that's an example of how I'd write these types of yandere analysis. Now that I've actually written this out, I might want to write an analysis for damsel yanderes since we've gotten this far.
If you have any specific types of yanderes you want me to write an analysis on, please feel free to send me an ask.
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drawnfamiliarfaces · 1 year ago
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I didnt watch rc9gn (sorry), but that question anon asked got me thinking:dont we already have amnesiac boy? *points at rex*?
Anon dont ever apologize for not having watched something, we all consume media/content at our own preference and pace!!! (I speak as a person who as of yet have not watched at least 5 major cartoons/shows of last decades lol) So its totally cool, always!
But YES you are totally right, Rex is another resident amnesiac in accordance to his canon show. It's actually one of the big bonding moments for him and Randy in HoM AU! ;D
However, the major difference between them is that Rex - started his 'hero' career after he lost his memory (the second time) and Randy - will canonically loose his memory at the end of his 'hero' career (or more like it ends his hero career). So you see their similar problems are also wildly different lol.
(um i went on a bit of a random rant about mostly Rex below, so you can read it of u want because im too lazy to delete it, but like, the point of the answer is above, so ye)
Technically Rex's amnesia is supposed to be a sort of 'chronic' debilitation that happens when he 'overloads'/ enters Titan mechabot state lol. But the show itself kind fibbled greatly with it (which annoys me to no end), because it seems that after the Nanite Event he periodically lost his memories so often, he kept a journal (when he was in the 'gang' with his friends) to keep track and later on Holiday and Five kept a close eye on him (i think it was implied he lost his memories at least once more at the care of Providence but i might be remembering wrong) in case his amnesia happened again. So, it seemed that his amnesia incidents got better with time, since we don't touch on the subject of him having another amnesiac episode almost throughout the whole show (and he even recovers several small memories!), until that damn finale.
At the end after the big fight, there was this sort of 'scare' of "Oh no! Rex saved the world but he forgot his family and friends!' but SYKE NO HE DIDN'T! And like... it wasn't completely explained, but i think it was implied that in that brief moment Rex was the Nanite Jesus Deity he somehow cured himself of amnesia i guess?? I was literally so mad about it, we were kind of building up to Rex making an ultimate sacrifice of his 'self' and it would have been such a great idea if he did loose his memory and have been allowed to (at least temporary) retire to his family home (of ex-werewolves) where he wouldn't be viewed as a weapon anymore, but... we get an ambigous 'some major villains escaped and are now at large' and thus Rex is still needed on the job and since he isn't amnesiac we dont even need to coerce him to fight! yay!
(can you tell im a little bit bitter about the end lol)
I mean I know the show was left in this sort of 'nothing changed' ambiguity for (im guessing) future possible continuation and/or for the GenRex brand, but its like my biggest annoyance from this show, which otherwise had such great storytelling! (in comparison to Ben10 AF&UA run lol)
That aside, what's up with Randy is different in a manner that his amnesia is something canonically inevitable and really scary if one thinks about it. 4 years of very life-changing experiences, of being a hero, just taken away would certainly reflect somewhat on him afterwards? I mean Im not sure how exactly mind-wipe work, (i dont remember all the details rn) but assuming it literally leaves you with gaps in your memories, without replacing them or something similar. So one of possible outcomes would be of post- mind wipe Randy feeling that he misses something from his life so keenly that it hurts him. Or perhaps human mind would work wonders of sort of 'filling' the gaps with vague false memories to not go insane, and after Randy would be constantly questioning that part of his life?
Many possiblities, but man I dunno, like, since rc9gn didnt have much in form of continuation so there is no extra info to explore.
But it does give me so much freedom to go completely bonkers in hom au (which i did man i went a really weird route ngl), because who's gonna stop me?? canon?????
...sorry this came out of nowhere, apparently i had a lot of feelings about Rex and his amnesia.
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meangirlsautism · 5 months ago
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do you have any headcanons for any ships ?? id love to hear them mean girls is like my new obsession
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HEHEHE YES!!!!!!!!!!
im just kidding im like the worst person to ask this BUUUUUT i shall conjure something up.. jsut for you... ALSO NEW MEAN GIRLS FAN YAAAY
going throuhg my notes, i made a lil ship headcanons thing on my notes app in april 2020. and all i got around to making was stuff for karen/cady. completely random but ! better than head being completely empty. so i shall reference some of that and make other stuff up on the spot (for that and other pairings). enjoy!
also im like.. super unfamiliar w/ how romantic relationships Are and how human beings function in general so like.. youre fully allowed to view these however you want (platonic, romantic, etc), i just enjoy dynamics and character interactions. i know you specifically asked for ships but ! my lil headcanons will def be more vague, if that makes sense, sorry abt that! still, hope these suffice! if you ever wanted to ask for SPECIFIC pairings too just hmu or send an ask or smth :] (as a disclaimer, im not referencing a specific MG here, im more familiar w/ slash enjoy the musical the most but ! interpret them as any version i suppose)
karen/cady
not really a headcanon but the whole like "i like cady, she's nice to me." i eat that shit up. i love them and their relationship, in like, all adaptations
and specifically for the 2024 movie.. the way karen is the only person to text cady during her suspension... and how she reassures her that thyere still friends.. (similar to the bway version)... UGH!!!!!! love that so much
actually, we should be more insane for cady / the other plastics. both romantically and platonically
anyway, on to the actual hcs
karen rly likes to fidget w/ something so cady always gives her like hand or hair to play with
karen LOOVES cady's freckles. def loves to count / trace them
karen is def a tad confused as to why cady is so patient w/ her, so nice to her, etc. since i feel she's been often ... dismissed her whole life. and treated Not Great due to how she functions
that doesn't rly matter to cady. she constantly reassures karen and is there for her and reminds her that she's more than other people's opinions of her, more than her intelligence, etc. and cady never gets tired of it
cady always listens to whatever karen has to say, even if it's the tiniest, most ridiculous thing
cady helps her w/ school stuff
karen def sits + listens to cady infodump abt the wildlife she observed / learned abt in africa
i can see karen enjoying nature and whatnot. she doesn't necessarily "understand" the science aspect behind it all btu she enjoys it bc :) hehe. animals.
i can see her getting good at like.. identifying species and stuff bc of cady though
karen prob enjoys physical touch and stuff. i dont think cady is opposed to it but she's not like ... used to it much
or i suppose, used to giving it much? she's cool w/ receiving it, and as ive mentioned earlier, karen def likes to be feeling / playing w/ something. its like a fidget / stim for her
anyway autism🤝autism
gretchen/cady
ALSO autism🤝autism
they def love infodumping to each other... abt what exactly? yes
not too sure abt gretchen,still have to come up w/ special interests and whatnot fo rher but. cady its def like. math. and biology and zoology and shit
gretchen has sort of been told and taught that her input isnt needed or appreciated, so near the beginning of w/e relationship they have, she often kept to herself and didn't ramble as much
cady ofc noticed this, and tried her best to like.. encourage gretchen and whatnot
but, at the same time, she understood why she wouldnt open up RIGHT away yk. she understood that these things take time
once again, cady often reassures her, abt different things than w/ karen ofc but, its still reassurance
gretchen obv becomes like .. SUPER attached to ppl who pay attention to her and whatnot. even if the overall situation is shitty
at some point, she probably just thought she didn't deserve anything more. that what she got was the best she was going to get. and so, she felt she couldn't leave and find something better for herself
anyway. of course in canon (esp in the bway version) cady also wasnt the greatest / most understanding towards gretchen blah blah. whatever .
deep down we KNOW that cady is a kind and caring and nice person. she just wants to be well liked
whatever!!!!! cady shows gretchen what love and care TRULY feels like . and i think after some time the codependency on gretchen's end lessens a bit. esp after she realizes that . oh... this is what ive always deserved. and needed. and she understands that she's not expendable, that cady DOESN'T actually secretly hate her. that cady WON'T just throw her away if the opportunity comes
i think gretchen would chill out a bit if she's just shown true love and compassion im serious. and maybe some medication would help too
gretchen def likes / wants cady to be touching her at like.. all times. hand holding mostly, but stuff along the lines of that
gretchen is like .. weird w/ touch i think. considers it sacred, and yet craves it sooo bad
she probably only rly allows it w/ ppl she REALLY trusts . despite being very touch starved
both sooooo awkward lbr
ESP w/ deeper relationships
cady is just.. obv was homeschooled for most of her life. gretchen is just a ball of anxiety
also, based on gretchen's past experiences, her relationships (both romantic and platonic) havent been ........ the greatest, as ive talked abt before, and so she finally finds someone who like.. she's comfortable with? who she knows will Love her? she's extra awkward fr
doesn't want to mess up, lose them, etc etc
regina/cady
a loooong time ago i think, i saw a headcanon talking abt how regina has freckles. but she just covers them up
and i LOOOOVE that thought soooo mcuh
eventually wrote a little messy thing for it
but anyway. cady finds this out eventually and she is so :D
bc i see cady as having a ton of freckles too and yeah
but yeah. cady finds this out and is SO happy bc regina's sort of look like hers and ough
cady likes to compare them to like.. constellations and stars and shit. esp when regina complains abt them / is openly negative abt them
regina doesn't necessarily like her freckles bc its an imperfection in her eyes i suppose
but cady absolutely changes her mind on them
in fact, i bet they start reminding her of cady
she goes about it so nonchalantly but, some days she "forgets" to put on makeup . not just for cady or anything, nooo way
which is saying something for regina bc you just knoooow she barely leaves the house without applying SOMETHING
(i dont have freckles myself so sorry if this sounds ignorant or smth!)
cady is ..... very awkward . i think . esp w/ relationships, ANY relationship at that
regina should know this (she doesn't)
she lowkey expects these special things and whatnot from cady and cady is just :)?
bc she does NOT know what the hell is going on
most times, anyway. i t hink she sort of picks up on shit as she goes through school but like..
that's cause she purposely observes other ppl / couples / friends to see what they do . and then she basically adopts that shit
i started making these and i didnt evne like.. have a set timeline in mind for them. bc realistically a lot of these relationships would not last in canon / post canon. or form at all lbr. but lets pretend. i guess most of these follow canon / is canon compliant. w/ some wishful thinking / AUs. ...IF THAT MAKES SENSE
janis/gretchen
dont rly think theyd be toooo good for each other but. honestly who else here really is LOL most if not all the characters would have a loooot to do introspective wise before actually getting into any relationship BUT . for these few minutes . let us pretend
assuming we're talking abt them in a canon compliant world, they'd..... def have a lot to unpack together. from regina alone esp
i think they'd be able to help each other out w/ that sort of thing
ESP w/ the trauma they got from regina
it just affected them both in veeeery different ways
janis' turned into anger. where gretchen's turned into anxiety
they both realistically would NOT be ready for a romantic relationship, as i mentioned previously
and even something non romantic? i dont think theyd ever be able to form a normal relationship of ANY kind ever again
BUT. but. maybe they see themself in the other . maybe they want to help try and fix the other . bc maybe then it will help fix themself
hopefully that makes sense idk im just saying shit atp
most relationships where the ppl involved r incredibly similar dont end up working but like ..
janis and gretchen arent necessarily similar. they just have similar experiences. which could easily strengthen their relationship
they're fucked up in the same way.. you feel me
ANYWAY
i wrote this idea thing awhile back and its like.. gretchen cutting her hair short and janis seeing this and going ... hm. bc she senses the repressed homosexual or whatever. and she confronts her about it blah blah
anywho. i see gretchen as a lesbian. unsure atm whether shes like.. aware of it or not. ANYway, as we all know, janis is a Professional Lesbian or whatever, so i think janis like... helps her w/ that sort of stuff?
uhhhmmm oh right the hair. i totally see gretchen fucking w/ her hair following the canon events. and ofc i also see janis as someone who has messed w/ her hair a TON...
i think she helps gretchen experiment w/ that. her style too
sort of related.. but janis also def helps gretchen in managing and dealing w/ her anger and shit
bc janis sees that its THERE. its just buried deeeep within her
and gretchen helps janis deal w/ her more ...... softer? emotions
as seen in the musical... janis is NOT afraid to physically express her love. which seems super unlike her and her demeanor, i love it
and once again, gretchen is like ..... she needs this shit or else she will DIE (and yet touch lowkey makes her uncomfortable, depending on her mood and the time)
and so.. perfect pairing. janis isnt afraid to offer her touch.(?) and always provides it when gretchen asks for it (she asks a lot)
regina/gretchen
once again, realistically, this would not happen. esp in a canon world . even if everyone "got better"
however, i loved these 2 for whatever reason when i was younger LMAO
i had a bunch of little things written down for them in my notes but . i do not feel like going through them rn unfortunately. may revisit this at some other point. in order to see exactly what younger me thought of them
unlike gretchen w/ cady... iiii dont think gretchen's clingy-ness / codependency would get much better w/ regina
unless regina like . rly changes herself. if they BOTH rly change themselves
i think they'd both view each other as how they were in the past . regina would see gretchen as this clingy pushover and gretchen would see regina as this passive aggressive ruler . and REALISTICALLY i think they would prevent them from pursuing anything big, ykwim?
like. gretchen still admired regina and she lowkey HATED herself for that but its like.. as ive talked abt previously, shes probably not gonna get anything better yk? so she stayed w/ regina
ANYWAY. ENOUHG OF THAT SORRY
honestly? in an "everything is perfect and happy" world , i think theyd both be clingy af LOL
regina would, like, never admit but like.. shes super clingy
i think their relationships w/ touch are very ... unique
ive talked abt gretchen a bunch w/ touch and shit but regina... i dont know
she's def okay w/ it .. in terms of being on the receiving end but .. im not sure if she rly provides it much
shes def shit at recognizing and managing her emotions.. esp the more positive ones.. so i think she like. i think shes weird w/ providing affection
and i suppose receiving it too sometimes, esp if its from someone she REALLY likes
but yeah.. they're both weird w/ touch IDK hopefully this makes sense!!!!
i think gretchen is very patient w/ regina... and regina tries to be w/ gretchen, but fails most times (she's trying)
regina finds it like. embarrassing to ask for stuff (ESP affection) but.. she does learn that it is Okay eventually
and gretchen, unfortunately, is very awkward when it comes to this shit!
ESP since its w/ REGINA GEORGE
so she lowkey like.. freaks out when first asked to do ANYTHING towards her
regina tries her best to calm her down but shes shit at emotions and . yeah .
(its ok they got throuhg it) (i think)
gretchen/karen
won't lie rn. dont rly care for them much. def prefer other non romantic relationships for them
buuuut since im doing stuff for NOT just romantic relationships... i shall say a few things
as ive talked abt in previous gretchen pairings / duos... she just needs someone who'll love and appreciate her for who she is
and i dont doubt that karen would provide. she def would
they def have an interesting and fun bond, esp throughout the whole regina thing, throughout their friendship w/ regina as a whole, etc
anywho. krystina alabado once put on her story abt this like.. cactus that was in the dressing room she shared w/ kate rockwell. turns out it was fake. and kate watered it for a full 2 years
anyway thats a total gretchen and karen situation LOL
(gretchen acts liike she wasn't watering it too. she absolutely was)
karen and gretchen def buy a bunch of lil succulents and take care of them together
gretchen def feels super comfortable w/ karen, more comfortable than w/ most people
so that sort of made like .. getting a deeper relationship w/ her a lot easier
once again, gretchen is fs a lot more awkward when they take things farther in regards to their relationship
and karen has NO idea what the hell gretchen is on about
but she tries to remain as comfortable and supportive as possible
gretchen touch starved... karen touch provider... its perfect
gretchen def isnt afraid to ask for stuff from karen. she has to be a lot more precise and direct but . yeah
okay.. sorry that most of these aren't "shippy" but. hopefully theyre okay! i left out a few potential pairings bc i either 1. dont care for them much or 2. dont have much to say. HOWEVER if you still want to hear abt one i did not talk abt here, just lmk :3 i will come up w/ something.. thank u for sending this in :D
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meilifera · 2 years ago
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okay so. drdt ep 8 spoilers under the cut, also please check the tags for tws - a lot of the motives are quite sensitive so please beware!!
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last night after the ep, my friend (hi @sentinel-kinjo) and i tried to see if we could connect the motives to the characters. ill explain the reasoning for down below. those that don't have a character next to them means i don't have enough info to be able to pinpoint on who that motive belongs to, even using process of elimination
ace - your body is falling apart but you still refuse to eat
there is a lot of evidence to support this. ace has a low bmi, didn't eat the cake in chapter 1 and has been said to like low-calorie foods in QnAs. ive seen some people throw around arturo due to his body image standards, but he doesn't seem to care much about himself specifically appealing to beauty standards, and was also one of the people who ate the cake in chapter 1.
??? - ever since you kissed her, you were afraid your sexuality would ruin your friendships
im not sure about this one at all- but using process of elimination, and the context, it is definitely one of the girls. the ones i didn't put anywhere are min, hu and eden, so it's probably one of them? i honestly don't really have any basis for pin pointing any of them as this one. maybe we should all collectively comb over ch1 to see who the biggest girl kisser is
j and arei's motives are canon, so i won't go over those
xander - you're constantly blaming yourself for the death of your parents and siblings, it doesn't matter that it's not your fault, just that you didn't go with them
pretty self explanatory, honestly.. we have many examples in the story of xander suffering from survivors guilt. his secret quote also speaks of survivors guilt. i feel like this is the only one that could fit him.
whit - your mother is dead, you always omit that truth
whit speaks highly of his mother, even having dyed his hair because of her. he does omit the truth also when trying to guess what his secret is during ch2, he doesn't speak about his mother being dead at all. his secret quote is also "we tend to idolize the dead" which goes hand in hand with both his motive and the very strong admiration he has for his mom.
charles' is canon, so skip
veronika - you only took on your talent to distract yourself for the incessant need to harm yourself for fun
i won't speak very much on this one, but she fits. the thing she dislikes the most is boredom. she seeks thrill in horror and dark media. it's possible that her talent has helped her heal from these tendencies.
david - you were quite the hopeless child. dying once wasn't enough, so you attempted suicide three times.
ive seen many different guesses on this one, but david is honestly the only one that i feel works completely. his secret is "i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, i wish you'd just die." i hate you is notably repeated three times. this might seem like a reach but i think its also worth noting that when David mentioned that his secret was a family history about depression, nobody corrected him. i feel like if he had lied, or if his secret was something completely disconnected from said depression, the person who had his motive would've stood up and called out his bullshit. but three suicide attempts and depression are not unrelated. i think he was vague about the details of his depression due to his own discomfort talking about these subjects.
rose and nico are canon, so skip
teruko - how could i even select what secret to be your motive? just about everything you've done in your life is worth killing for. the killing game is your fault.
pretty self explanatory. teruko herself says she has too many secrets and doesn't know what they could possibly use against her. don't think anything but this fits
so the remaining ones are levi, arturo, hu, eden, and min. i can't seem to pinpoint these three anywhere due to lack of info... if you guys have any guesses pls let me know :> i love theorizing!!
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Honestly Alder is one of the best champions in the entire franchise. The amount of depth and story that is both spoken and unspoken in Alder is genuinely amazing but he gets constantly shoved aside because his battle was "too easy" like that doesn't defeat the purpose of his whole character!
He doesn't change the minds of his opponents through battling, but through words and experiences. He helps and teaches Cheren that not everything is about battling and to not make the same mistakes he's made. He tries to see reason with N because he knew he wasn't going to win, and when everything comes to an end he lets N go because he knows she never had a chance.
He's just this funky lil bug type old guy that's been riddled with grief and pain that causes him to go rusty when the region needed him most, he just wanted to retire.
Though fuck anime Alder, they completely dumbed down his character into nothing but a lazy women's pest. Anime Alder pisses me off and I hate when I see people make posts or headcanons of anime Alder because it always includes how much of a creep he is. Bleh.
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I KNOW!!! i love him :(( him and n are just like. a thoroughly incredible found family pair. i think a lot of my family hcs make his whole situation even worse and gives him more reason to hold onto hope for n as a person than he already has because like, if lance is his sibling (and following pokespe lore where lance can talk to pkm and tries to wipe out johto), that means he's seen n's exact ideals at play all over before. first hand. he knows how bad it can get yes but he also knows that someone like lance can be rehabilitated because lance did all that awful shit, arguably did more damage than n managed to, and yet now he's successful and beloved and happy.
and then ryuki.. i dunno if ill ever get to address this on rh anyways since it's far out, and i did hint vaguely at it on nhp, but there comes a point in the future where ryuki eventually mistakenly gets someone pregnant, drops the kid (benga) in alders lap, and runs away. ive been dropping hints here and there but because of the dragon clan ordeal, ryuki struggles to connect with his dad ever again after that point, and alder struggles to support his emotional needs, which is what leads to ryu leaving for alola and abandoning benga. alder's family is so busted up and in bits and pieces, and as he grows from this hurt, he becomes a more capable guardian through supporting benga and iris, desperate to reach the hearts of anyone he can and save them from disappearing within themselves. all of that why he insists on helping n despite the nightmare they caused for unova and despite the way n came after him personally. not only did she call him names, demean him, and fight dirty against him, but she helped propagate the myth that he'd killed his best friend. his kindness, spurred on through grief and a miriad of major life experiences, is his weakness and his strength.
and like you said, he's hurting, he's old, he wants to retire. n knows to take advantage of this and, combined with his growing insecurity over the death of volcarona, he doesn't stand a chance. while maybe there was never a shot he'd actually win anyways, given that zekrom was in n's party during their battle, he still holds back enough for n to take notice and for it to linger in her brain even after everything happens. which is what eventually causes her to seek alder out, then join him for training, then become a part of a new family altogether. alder won by losing
like. he's just got so much going on and i think it's really cool. and who doesn't like nice old men or bugs. 10/10 character
and then we all collectively say fuck you pokemon anime for reducing his character
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catenchanter · 1 year ago
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…Can you tell where my interest lies?
So um. I did a silly I saw ages ago and had been meaning to do.
Also just as an FYI - By the NOtp category - I don’t actively hate any of the ships, it’s more I’m personally not keen on them.
Though lets be real the Town of Salem is the equivalent of playing dolls with how little is canon like. I could deadass see a lot of the platonic dynamics being romantic to some degree. Heck you can absolutely make my NOtps work and I would be like “That is some good stuff” /gen
There’s probably way more I forgot, or just didn’t mention but. This is just for fun, and if you want to yell at me in my ask box regarding my takes, please feel free. Or if you want more rambles I guess! Or ramble at me, why not?
Also - I hope to god I didn’t mess up any icons, I am. Old. Anyway, further commentary underneath, I am sorry.
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Kitty’s commentary
THE AMOUNT OF SHIT I HAVE FOR THE MAFIA HELP-
ANYWAY All the mafia are pretty closeknit w/ each other, though I like to think there’s a split between the “older” members (Godfather, Consigliere, Hypnotist, Blackmailer) and the “younger” members (Consort, Janitor, Forger, Disguiser and Framer). The Mafioso is kinda split between the middle, getting along with both sides. Ambusher came much later to the mafia and as such is also kinda caught in these disagreements between the two sides. Also I say younger and older very vaguely.
Blackmailer is very rarely seen, even by the mafia. Everyone in the mafia completely trusts them though, especially since they have dirt on everyone. They’re treated like some entity that you ABSOLUTELY do not want to piss off and the Blackmailer takes pride in that they are probably the most terrifying thing. Purely because they know your internet history. Do not question how they got that information.
Mafioso/Ambusher is a funny dynamic. I like to think they constantly try to one up each other, trying to impress the Godfather.
The Ambusher used to be the Survivor, but ended up befriending the Mafioso. They both bond over the whole “yeah I really don’t know where my place is in all of… this.” And because of their friendship, the Survivor learns to calm themselves and not get so panicky, whilst the Mafioso opens up a bit more and tries to not be. As much of a mindless drone. Survivor ends up getting too comfortable and joins the mafia.
The Mafioso is sick of the Framer’s shit. Framer is a little shit. They don’t know what they’re doing wrong, but it annoys the Mafioso regardless.
Godfather and Mayor are brothers. Or, at least related to some degree.
Please know I die for the Consigliere/Godfather dynamic just. Boss and assistant who place so much fucking trust into each other and would probably die for each other. Whether you interpret them as being lovers or friends is up to you, though I can take it. Either way - it really depends on the characters.
HOW THE FUCK DID I FORGET CONSORT/CONSIGLIERE AS BESTIES DANG IT ME- WELL OKAY. They’re either at each other’s throats, or they’re besties. It’s a gamble ngl. I personally headcanon that the mafia has two Consiglieres (Card game and In game) and the Consort would throttle the Card Game bc he’s “so self absorbed” but adores the In game consigliere and would spoil her.
Furthermore, In game consigliere declares herself as the Mafioso’s right hand gal. He plays along, but would never actually trust her as his right hand gal her due to her being incredibly bias and emotionally driven. He would gladly trust the card game though (his boss already does), even if they have numerous disagreements with how to handle the whole dynamic.
Consort/Forger is the mean bisexual, even meaner lesbian dynamic. You can guess whose who. They are both girlbosses and will chat shit about you.
Disguiser is the Hypnotists son. They have a pretty strained relationship thanks to Hypnotism bullshit. Why else do you think Disguiser always wears a mask?
(Also stupider headcanon - but Disguiser is actually the Mafioso from the card game. I have no reason to believe this really I just like card game mafioso’s design and wanted a reason to acknowledge his existence.)
The entire Coven and Mafia get into petty fights. I say petty its more “jfc we helped the witch and now you wanna kill us?” “You guys are literally criminals and also why are you in salem?” “TIME TRAVEL FUCKERY THAT YOU DID” “THEN TIME TRAVEL BACK DIPSHIT-“ “THATS YOUR ISSUE” “OH IS IT NOW?”
The town and neutrals probably just. Watch these two go at it in awe. It gets more and more unhinged.
“MISTER MAYOR! THE LESBIANS AND THE ITALIANS ARE FIGHTING AGAIN!”
For some reason Disguiser is close with the coven though. Why else do you think the Coven got the Disguiser during the traitors era?
Speaking of the Coven. They are lesbians. I do not know what impact this has on the lore, but I feel that is important to mention. Are they dating? Just friends? You decide!
Legit they all. Appreciate each other very much. You mess with one of them you mess with all of them.
Survivor/Amensiac/Medium are all besties who are basically the bystanders in the Town’s BS. Medium is kinda obligated to stay with the town, but would genuinely consider leaving.
Plaguebearer adopts the Jester. Plaguebearer also gets possessed by Pestilence when everyone gets infected. I like to think Pestilence hops out every now and again, and Jester doesn’t know how to react.
The Spy, Tracker and Trapper are all related to each other. They are rarely seen apart and probably all work together on Town Surveillance. Spy and Tracker mainly, Trapper is just making sure the right people are protected.
I’m a firm believer of “The Consigliere and Investigator used to be friends but then mafia and now they are. Conflicted!”
Speaking of “Conflicted!” the Sheriff and Investigator have a similar issue, but that’s not the mafia’s fault, that’s the “they are both stubborn little shits and refuse to let the other investigate how they want” ‘s fault.
The Consort constantly teases the Vigilante. The Vigilante does not know what to do with this information.
Skarso is too iconic. I feel like they would probably kill each other, but because the community wants them to kiss I’m just like “gdi”. Would anything of substance come from them? I personally don’t think so but at this point they’re so iconic I have to respect it.
I’m just saying but………… Town of Salem Mafioso……………. Sir……………………………… 🥺
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dcynight · 4 months ago
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tarohonii · 2 years ago
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Sucheon and Gangseok Friendship in 5 minutes
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blorbo thoughts consumed my mind. More elaboration on this chart below the cut
sends cute stuff/sends cursed stuff:
I feel like Gangseok is also an stickler for cats and anything cute in general and is just an overall softie for that kind of thing, so he probably sends things like flowers/cats/animals. As for Sucheon, I feel like he wouldn't send neither cursed or cute stuff necessarily and would fall into the more dead center, but I can see him sending something cursed more than sending something cute. I feel like both of them would send each other photo's of their gross ass injuries all the time.
argues for fun/conflict averse:
Sucheon doesn't argue for fun, and usually minds his own business, but if provoked he'd definitely start shit. As for Gangseok, he manages to remain remarkably out of it, and is an general peacekeeper.
Shares food/steals food:
It's my personal headcanon that Sucheon is an picky eater and Gangseok has an cast iron stomach and as a result of that Gangseok just eats whatever Sucheon doesn't want. However, in terms of generosity, I think that Gangseok would share his snacks and Sucheon would be the one stealing.
completely feral/mom friend:
I just realized I forgot to put Gangseok's circle on that one ANSJDASJ. But he'd definitely be on the far "mom friend" side. He already has that leader vibe to him, but is also incredibly caring and compassionate and I can see him scolding Sucheon for being..Sucheon. As for Sucheon, while he isn't completely unrestrained and feral, sometimes he'll go off his fucking rocker. Paired with his sharp tongue and "i don't give a fuck about you or your feelings" attitude, it's enough to constitute him as pretty feral.
shoulder to cry on/always crying:
This one was a bit of an stretch for me, especially on Sucheon's part. Gangseok of course would be the shoulder to cry on, and since Sucheon has an considerable amount of baggage compared to Gangseok, I put him more farther on the 'always crying' part. However, I doubt he'd ever truly cry, but moreso be more emotionally unbalanced and would need Gangseok to keep his emotions steady.
introvert/extrovert:
I think both of them are introverts, but Sucheon moreso than Gangseok. However, I do consider Gangseok to be someone who's introverted by choice rather than being painfully awkward and unable to connect with anyone. I see him as someone who prefers solitude, and Sucheon's just an more radical version of that. He does not like people.
affection through words/affection through action:
Because Sucheon is shown many times to lack anything that's virtually nice in the verbal department, he's kind of forced into the 'affection through actions' kind of person. I feel like it'd be less acts of service and more of him noticing things about the other person or stepping in for them. Gangseok, on the other hand, I can see being someone who can easily state how he feels about someone, but would prefer to express it through his actions. He'd be much more of an acts of service person.
constant gossip/pretentious conceptual conversations:
When I say Sucheon's an gossip, I mean that he shit talks and bitches about anyone to Gangseok all the time. I doubt he'd be very interested in anybody's personal life or rumors, but he loves shit talking people. As for Gangseok, I can see him info dumping about martial arts or something to Sucheon all the time and about the different techniques. Which is good for Gangseok, because fighting is one of the few topics Sucheon doesn't mind hearing about. He finds learning about other association's fighting styles necessary and vaguely interesting.
"borrows" things/the lender:
I think Sucheon wouldn't want nor find any reason to borrow anything from Gangseok, and Gangseok would be more likely to borrow something from Sucheon, though I don't think it'd be often because they both seem to be indivualistic people who rarely don't have what they need. (Sucheon is constantly on his ass trying to get back the things Gangseok "borrowed" from him)
physical affection meter:
Both of them just aren't an fan of it. The most Gangseok can take is probably someone resting on his shoulder or sitting really close to him. The most Sucheon can take is someone being four feet or less to him.
Gift giving meter:
Since I can see Sucheon being more observant, I also think that'd translate to him seeing something that reminds him of the other person and just randomly buying it. I lowkey feel like Gangseok would be an awful gift giver, but would buy gifts to express his affection from time to time.
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Hello yello, it's me again, hope you're having a wonderful day so far! If it's not a bother, could I get a response from you about Nagisa in the numbers ask game?
10 and 23 since those are his birthday numbers. If it's no problem, I'd love to hear about 2 as well. Thanks again for everything you've written and done!
Hi friend! Aww you're so sweet. 🥰 I really should be thanking you for all the great Nagisa and Warriors of Hope content and for your ask. I would absolutely love to talk about my son, Nagisa! 💙 (I love that you picked his birthday numbers too! That's great!) Thank you so much for the ask, and I hope you're having a wonderful day as well. Take care and cheers!!😊
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Questions from this Character Ask Game
Answers and Headcanons are below the cut. (Warnings: Spoilers for UDG and vague discussion of childhood trauma & abuse)
2. When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like)
This is kind of a complicated answer because as my sister would say I "did not experience Danganronpa like a normal person" 😂 so I apologise in advance for the ramblings. My younger sister was super into Danganronpa especially Ultra Despair Girls and when she told me about it (and suggested I play UDG), she actually told me a little about Nagisa and that she thought I would really like his character. (A/N: I have quite the collection of favourite characters who are high-strung, overachieving perfectionists). I usually don't play a lot of video games, but I was curious so I decided to compromise and read the manga for UDG (which definitely gave me a different perspective on things than my sister, I think, because there were some changes...but that's another story). Since I kind of went into the story with more information (from my sister) and the feeling I would probably end up liking his character, I think I had a more positive view of Nagisa much earlier on than I would have otherwise.
The big moment I started really liking him though was probably when he swooped in to protect Kotoko which was a much bigger and more dramatic thing in the manga than in the game. [A/N: There was definitely a bit of confusion there because my sister was really perplexed by why in my mind Nagisa and Kotoko were such close friends whereas in my sister's mind (from the game) she was much closer friends with Masaru. Unfortunately, there wasn't a lot of Masaru in the manga so I didn't really start to like him nearly as much until I played the game, but I digress...] Anyway... I'll include some of the frames just for reference.
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So yes, Nagisa gets his heroic moment where he protects his friend and then he tries to help Komaru and Toko out of the city. If that isn't enough, he then starts to go into his backstory, and everything just clicks that he really is such a good kid at heart, he's just been corrupted and manipulated due to Junko (and Monaca) exploiting his trauma and taking advantage of the fact he was broken, vulnerable, and starving for love. He suddenly becomes a very tragic character, and I just wanted to adopt and protect him. My poor boy. He's been my son ever since.
And I will say it was such a fun perspective to go into the UDG game already liking his character because it was so exciting any time he and the other little hope warriors showed up. My sister was making fun of me (in good fun) when we were playing because I was very afraid cautious of the Monokumas (A/N: I'm not usually a fan of shoot 'em up games) and wouldn't never run (because you can't aim the weapon & run at the same time), so I was really just constantly shuffling around slowly, hiding behind things, and literally jumping during the jump scares. (A little pathetic, sure, but I was trying to survive here). But then we get to Chapter 4 when the objective is protecting Nagisa, and it completely cured me of my animatronic-robot-bear-phobia. I went full "Mama Bear" mode (no pun intended) running around destroying those things left and right like "Not My Son!!" My sister teases me about it to this day and says, "I'm so glad you finally learned how to run." 😂 Good times.
10. Describe the character in one sentence
This one is a bit difficult for me since I tend to be really wordy and also because I'm imagining Nagisa trying to describe himself in one sentence and I really don't know if he'd be able to do it--he'd have to fight that tendency to write a whole dissertation with subheadings and a table of contents. 😅 I'm going to have to fight that too, but I'll try my best...
Nagisa is wise beyond his years and an old-soul: highly intelligent, responsible, and conscientious, and though he can be perfectionistic, overachieving, and hard on himself and is burdened with deep internal pain from a childhood of abuse, he cares deeply for his friends and genuinely wants to make the world better so that other children don't have to suffer in the way that he did (he is misguided on this point, but his culpability is diminished given that he was a severely traumatized child who was taken advantage of and manipulated into criminal activity when he was vulnerable and he feels genuine guilt and remorse for what he did).
[A very long sentence 😅]
23. Future headcanon
I really want good things for Nagisa in the future and would love to see him reach a healthy, more well-adjusted place when he grows up. I know it's basically the apocalypse, but I really like to think that he and the other Warriors of Hope do eventually get the therapy they so desperately need and actually get to heal after all of the horrible and traumatic things they've all been through. In terms of more specific headcanons here are a few:
When they are all young professionals/working adults, Nagisa, Jataro, and Masaru are roommates which is often a bit of a comical arrangement since they are really so vastly different as people despite sharing a living space. Nagisa can be a little intense when it comes to keeping the apartment clean and organized, for instance. (To be fair, Masaru and Jataro are both kind of slobs if left to their own devices). However, he wants things to be fair and for everyone to do their part so he devises a chore chart to track who is supposed to clean what that week. Jataro and (especially) Masaru tend to act kind of like big kids, so Nagisa resorts to having incentives (like paying to get them ice cream) if they do all their chores. [Bonus: Masaru often complains to Kotoko about the chore chart, and she thinks it's kind of ridiculous à la 'You're a grown man--why don't you just buy your own ice cream?' but Masaru insists it tastes better when someone else is paying for it. 😂]
Nagisa eventually earns a Ph.D and works for Future Foundation. (As much as his friends like to teasingly refer to him as "Dr. Nagisa," it actually takes a while for them to all adjust to other people calling him "Dr. Shingetsu" all the time). Nagisa takes a lot of pride in his work developing and implementing air filtration systems worldwide. He is always very excited and enthusiastic whenever he talks about it, but his work is so complicated that none of his friends are entirely certain what it is he does exactly. He quickly rises through the ranks at Future Foundation until he works under the direct supervision of Togami who thinks he's very a conscientious employee and trusts him enough to put him in charge of several important projects. Since Nagisa still struggles with his perfectionism, he often ends up working long hours and has to fight a lot of self-imposed stress. His friends often take it upon themselves to remind Nagisa to take care of himself, and they periodically try to get him out of the apartment to do fun things. Nagisa's idea of fun, however, would be much more akin to staying home and relaxing with a good book.
I'm going to take some inspiration from you and also have a few headcanons about Older Nagisa as a dad since I would absolutely love to see him settle down and have a family of his own one day, when he is ready.
Nagisa's family is the most important thing in the world to him and his children are his pride and joy in life. He strives to be the best father he can, and he is incredibly devoted and attentive though he does have a tendency to worry about his children very much. When his son takes after him with similar worries, self-imposed stress, and perfectionism, for instance, Nagisa is very concerned, and it hits him particularly hard since the last thing he wanted was for his child to have the same kinds of burdens he does. However, he helps his son through that and reassures him that he has a father who loves him regardless of his successes or failures. It is incredibly important to Nagisa that his children never doubt that his love for them is unconditional and will never need to be earned by living up to any expectations--he will love and support his kids no matter what and just wants them to try their best.
Despite having several children in the house, Nagisa's home is not particularly chaotic and loud since most of his kids aren't particularly rambunctious. His eldest daughter has a big personality, however, and often gets Nagisa to play all kinds of dress up games and tea parties with her. She also often asks him to style her hair into little antenna like his, and though he doesn't quite understand the appeal, he tries his best as hairdresser.
His eldest daughter's more happy-go-lucky and generally upbeat and cheerful personality sometimes causes Nagisa to wonder if he and his friends may have been like his little girl if not for the abuse, and the thought breaks his heart a little. His younger daughter is much more quiet and pensive than her sister and was adopted by Nagisa and his family after being rescued from an abusive situation. Coming from the background that he did, Nagisa is very sensitive to his daughter's trauma as she slowly begins to heal and is welcomed into the family.
When Nagisa's kids are very, very little they love to play with their dad's hair antenna and his reading glasses (which he eventually has from squinting at his work from hours on end).
Nagisa tries his best to be a very involved and attentive father who always makes sure to spend time with his family despite his busy schedule. One of his favorite activities for his family to do together is reading aloud to his children before he tucks them in at night.
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Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend Chapter 153
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so. funny story. i started reading this fun little webnovel, only to find out halfway through that the translation hadn't been updated in about a year, and there were only three untranslated chapters left.
me, a consumate completionist: oh, i think i could handle that!
please keep in mind that this is a translation by someone who hasn't read chinese since they were *checks notes* seven years old, and is completely unedited. the goal of this was mostly to have something more readable than the mtl. when the CG translation group updates i'll link to them instead since i'm sure i missed a ton of nuance/got a bunch of stuff wrong.
you can find chapters 1-152 here! be sure to send love to the og translators
anyways for anyone else foaming to know what happened to sxh and xym and their ridiculous love story here's chapter 153.
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Except for his greeting at the very beginning, Xue Mian did not speak to Song Xuanhe again.
He constantly stayed quietly by Master McPhail’s side, occasionally laughing gently and speaking very little, like he had already left the entertainment circle. His beauty and gentle manner led many people to gaze over at him, lingering for a few moments.
It was obvious that Master McPhail was also fond of him, often pausing during his conversations to turn to Xue Mian to explain bits of complicated terminology without concealing the fond look in his eyes. Because of this, everyone present could see that Master McPhail liked his companion very much.
Master McPhail had always been known as a master jewelry craftsman with an independent personality, who rarely invested in or cooperated with others professionally. The fact that he came with the Xue family this time already surprised many people, and their surprise only grew as they saw how happy he looked with the Xue family heir. 
These masters at the apex of the design industry weren’t the types to be concerned about any treasured heirs from some bigshot family, but if the person in question was a child that their friend looked fondly upon- well, that was a different matter.
In a matter of moments, the majority of the banquet guests were looking towards Xue Mian’s gentle expression.
Song Xuanhe observed all of this. Rather than grabbing a seat at a banquet table to talk with anyone, he sat by a window silently, sipping his tea as he thought.
This banquet was something that he dreamed of, to the point that at the beginning, he already had several designs for outfits and had talked to several of his peers and Feng Tong about his thoughts and creative visions for his debut. Normally, Song Xuanhe would be ecstatic to be able to talk shop with these like-minded people.
However, for a few days now, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding.
He didn’t know why, but he constantly felt a sense of unease in the pit of his stomach, and found it difficult to calm himself down.
He couldn’t shake off the memory of the vague words that Xiao Yuanmu had said at lunch that day, and the strange expression on his face after he talked with Xiao Lin. He could tell that these things were connected, but no matter how he tried to connect the dots in his mind, he couldn’t string together the clues into a single answer.
“Mr. Song.”
A voice spoke by his ear. Song Xuanhe lifted his eyes to an unfamiliar face.
The person approaching laughed, and lifted a finger to point at a table in the middle of the room. They spoke in a soft voice: “I heard that you snatched up Master McPhail’s cufflinks, and now he wants to look for you.”
Song Xuanhe followed his pointed finger and, sure enough, he saw the smiling Master McPhail. Not only that, beside him were other familiar faces: not only Xue Mian, but also Feng Tong, Bai Mo, and Jiang Deyi.
“Did you bring the cufflinks?” The person swept their gaze over Song Xuanhe’s sleeve. When he didn’t see anything, he continued: “My friend, you were able to attend Master McPhail’s banquet because of those cufflinks. If you are not wearing those cufflinks, it might seem like you’re not respecting the host.”
Song Xuanhe acknowledged the good advice, giving his thanks with a composed expression. He then said: “The cufflinks are currently with the person that are best suited for them. I believe that Master McPhail understands that.”
The person nodded. “Once Master McPhail speaks to you, I’m sure he’ll understand.”
Song Xuanhe put down the tea in his hand and began to walk towards where Master McPhail was. The closer he got, the more he was able to see the mood of the cluster of people there. The corner of his smile deepened as he came to stop beside Master McPhail.
“Hello, Mr. Song,” Master McPhail gestured for him to sit, then said laughingly: “I heard that it was you who bought my cufflinks. I won’t lie- out of everything I’ve made in my life, those cufflinks are the things I’m most proud of. When I first agreed to participate in the option, I was very conflicted. But now, looking at you, I think that they’ve found a pretty good owner.”
The corners of Song Xuanhe’s eyes turned up, his gaze clear and limpid. Looking into his eyes, his sincere admiration and respect was obvious. “Out of all the things I’ve bought for my collections, these cufflinks are my favorite.”
Master McPhail’s face grew happier at the words, and he said: “Then, child, would you allow me to meet those cufflinks one last time for a goodbye?”
Song Xuanhe ran the corner of his gaze across Feng Tong’s worried face, as well as the frowns that Xue Mian, Jiang Deyi, and Bai Mo couldn’t quite hide from their eyes. He then smiled and said, shaking his head: “I’m afraid not, Master McPhail. I’m not currently wearing those cufflinks.”
“How strange that something Mr. Song loves and treasures so much wouldn’t be worn to the banquet hosted by our host,” Bai Mo said, smiling. “I imagine that there was some sort of misunderstanding that made you forget about them, or that they aren’t suited to the outfit you coordinated for today. There must be many reasons for something like this happening.”
Master McPhail’s smile didn’t change, as if he hadn’t heard what Bai Mo said. Instead, he continued to smile at Song Xuanhe and asked: “May I know the reason, child?”
Song Xuanhe nodded, his eyes crinkling upwards slightly. His eyes were shining as if they were filled with diamonds, sparkling with fragments of light. He said: “Right now, those cufflinks are on the person I love most in the world. He likes them very much.”
Master McPhail fell silent for a few moments, before raising his hand to pat Song Xuanhe’s arm. “I hope that the person wearing those cufflinks will be able to receive the blessing that I gave them when I was making them.”
“What kind of blessing?” Song Xuanhe asked.
“A love that will stay with them for the rest of their lives.” Master McPhail smiled again, eyes fond. “I’ll give this blessing to you as well.”
Song Xuanhe wasn’t sure why, but he felt a tingling behind his nose. He dipped his head and said: “Thank you for your blessings.”
Master McPhail patted his arm again, and moved his eyes to the manuscripts he was holding. “I noticed your design manuscripts earlier. If it’s not too much trouble, would you mind if I took a look?”
Song Xuanhe’s distracted gaze caught Feng Tong’s excited and nervous look, as if Feng Tong were afraid that Song Xuanhe would reject his offer. He urged him with his eyes to quickly accept.
“Of course you can.” Feng Tong was overreacting. There was no way that Song Xuanhe could reject the chance for Master McPhail to critique him.
Master McPhail took the manuscripts and looked over them, eyes bright and expression happy. As he began to speak, he paused and looked over to the rest of the people with him, saying: “If these gentlemen don’t mind, I’d like to speak with Mr. Song alone.”
Xue Mian laughed a little. “As it turns out, I was just thinking of going to grab a drink. Does anyone want to come with me?”
Feng Tong responded immediately that he would go. Bai Mo and Jiang Deyi looked at each other, then glanced at Song Xuanhe coldly before leaving as well.
Actually, this banquet was meant to be an open place to critique, with many design manuscripts piled on tables as people around them discussed them. There was no need to send anyone away.
That’s why, when everyone began to walk away, Song Xuanhe looked warily at Master McPhail. He smiled back without explaining, and instead began to ask him about his inspirations.
“I saw a video of your first show and your designs are inventive and clever, especially your use of color. However, these designs seem to be a bit different from the ones I saw before. Can you tell me about that?”
Song Xuanhe pulled back his train of thought, and began to discuss with Master McPhail. The discussion stretched into the night, the two never seeming to run out of energy. As they spoke, Master McPhail even pulled over some old friends to introduce them to him. One of them was a designer for a popular international luxury brand, and they were very interested in Song Xuanhe’s designs, exchanging contact information with him.
Until the end of the party, Song Xuanhe took full advantage of his time.
As dinnertime drew closer, people began to leave one by one. Master McPhail kept a few of his old friends around to have dinner with him. Because of their lively discussion, Song Xuanhe was also invited to stay, but he chose to tactfully refuse the invitation.
Xue Mian, hearing this, looked at him in surprise. Before, he had seen Song Xuanhe’s involvement in the design industry as a frivolous gamble. After this afternoon, he had to change his mind. He saw now that Song Xuanhe really did have talent in design, to the point where Master McPhail acknowledged his skills. Song Xuanhe himself seemed to genuinely treasure this opportunity as well, so when Master McPhail invited him, Xue Mian thought that he would definitely join them. 
Even if Xiao Yuanmu returned today, Xue Mian had thought that there would be plenty of things that Song Xuanhe prioritized over him.
Once again, he was proven wrong.
Song Xuanhe explained: “It’s because of the person I bought the cufflinks for. We haven’t seen each other in thirty-two hours, so I can’t help but want to meet him now.”
At his answer, Master McPhail smiled at him, and the people around him looked at him affectionately as well. The eagerness of young love always made other people feel fond.
Master McPhail answered: “Then I wish you a wonderful evening.”
Song Xuanhe began to leave, but Xue Mian called out to him as he was walking away. He was surprised, but stopped walking.
Xue Mian caught up to him and gestured to another table to the side: “Why don’t we have a chat?”
“I don’t think that we’re close enough for that involved of a chat,” Song Xuanhe rejected. “But I will thank you for today.”
The invitation that Master McPhail extended towards Song Xuanhe was because of Xue Mian. Song Xuanhe knew that his sense of design was good, and his conversation that afternoon was very genial, but he wasn’t conceited enough to believe that one afternoon of talking was enough to receive special attention from someone like Master McPhail, who must’ve seen countless clever, talented newcomers before him.
Besides, Master McPhail made no mention of him staying for dinner during their discussion, only extending the invitation after Xue Mian whispered something to him.
“Don’t thank me,” Xue Mian said. “Master McPhail already liked you. I only gave him a little suggestion. Besides, I have my own reasons as well.”
Song Xuanhe looked at him, neither asking nor speaking.
The corner of Xue Mian’s lip flattened, and he looked away. “You have deeper feelings for Xiao Yuanmu than I had imagined, but have you ever thought about how long the two of you can go on for?”
“That’s our business,” Song Xuanhe said indifferently.
“Of course,” Xue Mian laughed, a hint of mocking in his tone. “This was never my business. Don’t worry, I’ve already thought it through to my decision.”
“Is your decision that you can’t bother us?” Song Xuanhe looked at the time, then turned and said: “If there’s nothing else, then I’ll be going first.”
Xue Mian called to his back: “Do you know why Xiao Yuanmu left the country?”
Song Xuanhe’s steps paused. “I’ll find out tonight.”
Xue Mian laughed sharply, his eyes bitter and regretful. “I don’t think you will.”
“Why?”
Song Xuanhe turned around suddenly, watching his shadow as he left.
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After he returned, the bad feeling Song Xuanhe was having grew heavier on his chest. He habitually turned to look at the clock, eyes tracking the ticking of the hands. The corners of his lips kept flattening, tense.
The time slowly slipped from five to seven, the sky turning from blue to grey. The neon lamps in the city slowly began to brighten, casting the darkening streets back into light.
[Xiao Yuanmu is back.]
The sound of the system in his mind was abrupt, making Song Xuanhe startle out of his blank look. He looked at the clock- it was seven twenty-five.
At the same time as the system, Xiao Huang suddenly raised his head, ears pricking up as he looked towards the door. A second later, his tail began to wag, and he ran towards the door enthusiastically.
The sound of the elevator rang out, and the sound of the elevator door opening preceded the sound of leather against the floor, ringing out in tandem with the sound of Xiao Huang’s paws against the floor.
Song Xuanhe looked up, his eyes meeting Xiao Yuanmu’s across from him.
“I’m home.” Xiao Yuanmu looked down slightly, face slightly pale and laugh soft and slightly warm.
Song Xuanhe stood up and walked over, first sweeping his eyes over his figure, quietly releasing a breath, the heartbeat that was picking up in pace finally slowing again. Smiling, he said: “Have you eaten dinner?”
Xiao Yuanmu looked back. “I bought groceries.”
Yang Jie came in as well, giving Song Xuanhe a greeting before turning to go into the kitchen. He put down the groceries before silently looking at Xian Yuanmu.
“Go.” Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him, speaking mildly.
Yang Jie gaped at him, mouth moving as if he wanted to say something. Ultimately, he didn’t speak, bending to give Xiao Huang a pat before leaving.
There was something streaking through Song Xuanhe’s heart. His lips hooked up as he said: “Did Yang Jie do something wrong? Why is he scuttering in and out without even glancing at me?”
“I’m thinking of having him transfer back to China,” Xiao Yuanmu took off his cufflinks, carefully putting them away. “He doesn’t want to.”
“Why?” Song Xuanhe followed him into the kitchen, Xiao Huang following behind. “His family should still be in China.”
“En,” Xiao Yuanmu paused while rolling up his sleeves, eyes moving to the bags of groceries where Song Xuanhe stood. His eyes were dark as they looked, tugging his sleeves downwards as he spoke calmly. “His mom is living alone in China.”
“But Yang Jie left, who’s taking over for him?” Song Xuanhe asked.
“Right now, it’s temporarily Qiao,” Xiao Yuanmu replied.
The hand that Song Xuanhe was using to put the groceries in the fridge froze for a moment, then he closed the fridge door and turned to meet Xiao Yuanmu’s eyes. “Are you hiding something from me?”
“What kind of thing?”
“When you went back to China this time, was it for the Xiao family?” Song Xuanhe grabbed Xiao Yuanmu’s hand, using it to pull him away from the kitchen towards the study. “Let’s talk for a bit.”
Xiao Yuanmu allowed himself to be pulled miserably, following obediently behind with a downcast gaze. After they entered the study, Song Xuanhe closed the door behind them, letting go of his hand.
“You said before that you wouldn’t lie to me,” Song Xuanhe looked at Xiao Yuanmu. “I believe you.”
The hand that Xiao Yuanmu let fall back to his side clenched and unclenched, He rolled up his sleeve, revealing a sturdy arm.
Song Xuanhe’s eyes fell on that arm, then moved away. “Xiao Yuanmu. Why exactly did you go back to China this time?”
“Some private business.”
“About what?” Song Xuanhe asked. “If it’s private, why didn't you let me know that beforehand?”
Xiao Yuanmu moved forward to hold Song Xuanhe, his chin resting on his shoulder. “I’m very tired.”
Song Xuanhe paused, the words bubbling up his throat swallowed back again as he lifted his hands to curl around Xiao Yuanmu’s waist.
“Once it’s the right time, I’ll tell you everything.” Xiao Yuanmu pressed his face deeper into Song Xuanhe’s shoulder, voice muffled. “Can you...not ask me anything right now?”
After ten or so seconds of silence, Song Xuanhe replied: “Okay.”
Xiao Yuanmu returned to the kitchen to make dinner, hands moving like usual. For once, Song Xuanhe had little appetite.
“How was Master McPhail’s banquet?” Xiao Yuanmu asked, putting down his chopsticks to ask.
“Not bad,” Song Xuanhe got up and went to the living room, bringing back his design manuscripts for Xiao Yuanmu to look at. “These are the drafts that I was busy making for the past few days. The details haven’t been finalized yet, but the basic idea and the measurements should be fine. Master McPhail really liked this outfit.”
Xiao Yuanmu looked at the designs. “When can these be made?”
“Maybe for the fall or winter lines?” Song Xuanhe said, unsure. “Or even later. I’ve already made my fall and winter lines, and these don’t quite match the same mood. It might be a bit hard to integrate these in the lines. By the time it goes into production, it might be quite a bit after.”
“Were these designed for me?” Xiao Yuanmu looked at Song Xuanhe.
Song Yuanhe looked down. “Everything I’ve designed has been for you.”
Xiao Yuanmu looked at him with an adoration that couldn’t be hidden, his lips tilting upwards helplessly. “I want this outfit. There’s nothing like it. Make it for me. Can you make it before next week?”
Song Xuanhe frowned. “It’ll be a bit too warm to wear this outfit in this kind of weather.”
“It’ll get cooler soon.” Xiao Yuanmu looked at Song Xuanhe.
Song Xuanhe gave in. “You’re lucky that I’m not as busy now. I don’t have any materials or machines to make it, though.”
“I can get someone to send things over.”
Xiao Yuanmu kept his word. After getting Song Xuanhe to let him know everything that he would need, he got everything sent over to their apartment within a day’s time.
Not only that, but even with the apartment having empty rooms, Xiao Yuanmu still insisted on clearing out space in the study for Song Xuanhe to work in instead. The study was large enough that after a bit of cleaning, it didn’t feel crowded with the two of them working together at all.
The side of the room facing the shining french windows was originally where Xiao Yuanmu worked, but now it had become Song Xuanhe’s workspace. Xiao Yuanmu instead moved all his work over to one side, so that the two of them could feel comfortable working in tandem.
After the renovation, Xiao Yuanmu didn’t go back to his office. He was still as busy as ever, spending upwards of fifteen hours every day in the study. The only difference now was that whenever he looked up, he could see Song Xuanhe on the other side of the room, drawing and sewing with single-minded focus.
Three days passed in a flash, and Song Xuanhe found himself acclimating to the new normal, sharing a space with Xiao Yuanmu, each working on their own in the same room as the day passes.
One day, however, a sudden stream of people began to flow in and out of the apartment, one after another. Because they had never met before, Song Xuanhe politely greeted them, and Xiao Yuanmu made introductions, occasionally interrupting Song Xuanhe’s work.
After meeting Xiao Yuanmu’s financial advisor, lawyer, and doctor, Song Xuanhe couldn’t resist opening his mouth: “Why are all these people swarming in at once? Did they all agree to descend at the same time?”
“I am taking over the Xiao family,” Xiao Yuanmu’s lip lifted slightly, and he ran his hand over Song Xuanhe’s hair as if to pacify him. “I still had people from the Xiao family who want to leave and talk to me. I haven’t been going into the office, so of course they’ll have to come here.”
“Even your-”
Song Xuanhe was interrupted as Yang Jie knocked on the door. “Xiao-ge, Song-shao, Mr. Zhang is here.”
Ever since Xiao Yuanmu began to work from home, Yang Jie also worked in the apartment with him. Usually he worked from either the living room or another room, but today he acted more like a butler, escorting guests in and out of the house.
“Let him in,” Xiao Yuanmu said, smiling at Song Xuanhe as he spoke.
Zhang Siwei walked in, giving a smile and greeting to Song Xuanhe before saying: “I heard it’s been busy around here.”
“Just cleaning house,” Xiao Yuanmu said indifferently.
“Makes sense,” Zhang Siwei went over to the sofa and sat down, eyes catching on Song Xuanhe’s work area with interest. “Song-shao, are those your new designs? They look pretty good. As a close acquaintance, may I order a set in advance?”
“No.” Xiao Yuanmu rejected him flatly. “These designs were made for me. There’s only one set in the world, and only I can wear them.”
Zhang Siwei raised an eyebrow, noticing the pride behind Xiao Yuanmu’s fathomless eyes. He smiled and said: “I see, something like that can only be given to you. Let’s talk business, then.”
Xiao Yuanmu nodded, walking to sit across from him. The two pulled out their laptops and began to speak quietly. Song Xuanhe turned his gaze back to his work, focusing.
Like this, the days passed. The system inside of Song Xuanhe’s mind counted down. In this period of time, there really were quite a few people that came to visit their apartment. This lasted for three days, before their apartment returned to its usual quiet.
Without Yang Jie knocking on their door periodically, without the sound of soft conversation across the room, Song Xuanhe was surprised to actually feel disquieted for a moment. However, after a bit of time, he fell back into the rhythm of his work.
The outfit that he’s been working on for a week had finally come together. It still needed some final detailing, but after that it would be ready to wear.
Song Xuanhe looked up at Xiao Yuanmu, who was signing a document. Feeling his gaze, Xiao Yuanmu looked up as well, smiling softly at him before looking back and flipping to another document.
“You’ve had to sign a lot of these lately, huh,” Song Xuanhe put down the button in his hand. “Has Louis been slacking off and sending all of his stuff to you?”
“Louis is signing even more documents than I am,” Xiao Yuanhe paused in the middle of writing something before starting again, lightly flipping a page. “It’s been busy lately.”
Song Xuanhe nodded. He knew that it was busy lately. Compared to before he went on the business trip, he was even busier working at home. Xiao Yuanmu didn’t have much time to relax, either. Nowadays, he was barely sleeping five hours a day before going back to work.
Hopefully it’ll slow down soon. Song Xuanhe looked away again, thinking to himself.
Engrossed in his work, it was easy to forget the time. By the time he found himself cutting his final thread, the morning had already passed. He looked at the completed outfit, nodding to himself with satisfaction. He  turned towards Xiao Yuanmu: “I’m done with the outfit, do you want to try it on to see how it fits?”
There was no answering voice behind him. Song Xuanhe thought at first that Xiao Yuanmu was too engrossed in his work to answer, and turned to look at him. 
Xiao Yuanmu was half-sprawled on the table, looking collapsed with exhaustion.
Song Xuanhe put down the clothes in his hands and walked over to the sofa, grabbing a blanket to lay over Xiao Yuanmu, eyes soft and sad.
Xiao Yuanmu really had been worked to the bone lately. Not only was the already enormous Xiao family expanding their business, but there was also the whole issue with Lady Xiao and Xiao Baicong. It must’ve been a lot of pressure on him.
Song Xuanhe brushed away the longer strands of hair that fell over his face, lightly touching his forehead. It was a little warmer than usual. There was a light wrinkle between his eyebrows. He prepared to try waking him again when he noticed the open document out of the corner of his eye.
Contract of Property Transfer - First Party: Xiao Yuanmu
He pulled the document from his hand. Before he could take a look, the system sounded in his mind: [Xiao Yuanmu is not doing well right now! He’s not asleep, he’s unconscious- you should send him to the hospital immediately.]
“Give him a full-body checkup.” Song Xuanhe immediately put down the document in his hand, placing it on Xiao Yuanmu’s  forehead. It felt scalding hot. His hand began to tremble, and his heart began to thud violently with unease. He pulled out his phone with one hand to call Yu Yan, while the other kept gently shaking Xiao Yuanmu while he called his name. Xiao Yuanmu didn’t twitch.
Yu Yan picked up the phone quickly, the phone barely ringing before his voice answered: “Mr. Song? Is something wrong?”
“Xiao Yuanmu is running a fever, and he looks very unwell. Where should I bring him?”
“Wait!” Yu Yan pushed off Zhou Nan’s hand, getting up and going to his landline. Dialing the landline with one hand, he kept speaking to Song Xuanhe. “I’m going to send over some people to get you and Chief Xiao immediately. Are you two in your apartment right now?”
“Yes.”
“Please wait a little longer, they should be there in around ten minutes. In the meantime, try to bring down Chief Xiao’s fever as much as you can, but be careful not to let him catch a chill. Is that alright?”
Song Xuanhe hung up the phone and called Yang Jie.
Yang Jie had a key to Xiao Yuanmu’s apartment. Not two minutes after Song Xuanhe called, he was running into the apartment. When he saw the figure lying on the sofa and recognized Xiao Yuanmu’s face, his face turned pale in an instant.
Song Xuanhe was holding a towel soaked with cold water, and looked up to see the expression on Yang Jie’s face. He couldn’t bring himself to ask about it, instead immediately turning back to Xiao Yuanmu’s condition.
“Song-shao...” Yang Jie asked. “Did you call the hospital? Who did you call? You can’t have called a public ambulance, right?”
“No,” Song Xuanhe said. “I called Yu Yan.”
Yang Jie let out a breath. Looking at Song Xuanhe’s taut face, he opened his mouth a few times, but when he saw Xiao Yuanmu’s unconscious body out of the corner of his eye, he could only close his mouth tightly.
Yu Yan had given them a time bracket of ten minutes, but after seven minutes, the people he called for already arrived. They were very prepared, and the moment Xiao Yuanmu was loaded into the car they were already checking him over. 
Song Xuanhe sat beside him, looking with a tense expression as the doctors looked over Xiao Yuanmu. The car slowly pulled out of the quiet streets into the city.
“Where are we going?” Song Xuanhe looked away from Xiao Yuanmu towards Yu Yan to ask. “I don’t remember any hospitals in this direction, and the Xiao family private hospital isn’t in this direction either.”
In the face of Song Xuanhe’s interrogation, Yu Yan remained calm. “The Xiao family can’t find out about Chief Xiao’s current condition. Right now we’re going towards a hospital that Chief Xiao personally invested in- to be more accurate, it should be called a long-term care clinic, Xiao-ge’s private clinic. Still, the facility is up-to-date, and the equipment is better maintained than many private hospitals. You don’t need to worry.”
Song Xuanhe didn’t actually suspect Yu Yan of anything. Even if he didn’t trust Yu Yan himself, the fact that Yang Jie didn’t say anything about this meant that it was something that he had known about. It was just that he had never heard Xiao Yuanmu mention investing in any long-term care clinics, let alone building any private hospitals in said clinic.
Thinking about this, Song Xuanhe felt his heart grow heavier, and his expression became clouded. He hoped that the right time that Xiao Yuanmu had promised him to tell him about everything would be, in fact, the right time.
The car was very quick and efficient. Not thirty minutes had passed before they were driving into a place that was remote, but really looked to have the facilities that even top-notch private hospitals couldn’t compare to.
Song Xuanhe didn’t pay attention to his surroundings, quickly following Yu Yan into a private building. The doctors pushed Xiao Yuanmu into a private room to look him over. Yu Yan stayed at the door, and Song Xuanhe and Yang Jie waited together.
Finally, Song Xuanhe was able to exhale a little. He turned to Yang Jie: “Is Xiao Yuanmu hiding something from me? Or rather, are you and Xiao Yuanmu working together to hide something from me?”
Yang Jie pursed his lips, not looking into Song Xuanhe’s eyes. “Xiao-ge...he said that he would tell you.”
“When you left the country before, what exactly was that for?” The smell of disinfectant in the air made Song Xuanhe feel more tense. His expression became colder, and his voice also lowered as he said: “Tell me.”
Yang Jie avoided his gaze, pressing his mouth even more tightly together before saying: “I can’t tell you, Song-shao. Wait until Xiao-ge wakes up, and he’ll tell you himself.”
Seeing his evasiveness, Song Xuanhe had to take a deep breath to press down his temper. He asked  the system: [What condition is Xiao Yuanmu’s body in?]
[It’s complicated,] The system said. [I need some more time to get a more accurate result.]
Song Xuanhe furrowed his brows. [Shouldn’t your technology be more advanced than the technology of this time? Why do you need so long just to check his body?]
[When you finished your mission, many of my functions became limited,] the system said. [My physical scanning system is also not as advanced as before, sorry.]
Hearing the system’s apology, Song Xuanhe felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on him, forcing him to calm.
[You don’t have to apologize,] Song Xuanhe rubbed his temple, walking to a sofa against the wall and sitting down. Putting his head in his hands, he said: [I was scared and lost my cool. I should be the one apologizing to you. Sorry.]
[You don’t need to apologize,] the system said. [I’m...just a system. You don’t have to apologize to a system.]
Song Xuanhe managed to lift his lips slightly with difficulty. [Why so heartless? You’ve already called me brother so many times. No matter what, aren’t we friends now?]
[Friends?] The system said hesitantly. 
[What? Do your regulations not allow you to make friends?] Song Xuanhe asked.
[Of course not.] The system responded quickly, then fell silent. After a few seconds, it spoke again: [I’ll be sure to properly check over Xiao Yuanmu’s condition. He’ll be fine, don’t worry.]
Song Xuanhe managed to drag up the corner of his lip before it fell again. He made a soft sound of acknowledgement.
Actually, when he snapped at Yang Jie earlier, he was just venting.
From the time that Xiao Yuanmu started to become more taciturn- when he started to work overtime more and more- him flying back without a clear reason- the complicated look Xue Mian had given him- the words that Yang Jie had bitten back after they returned overseas- Xiao Yuanmu getting visits from his financial advisor, his lawyer, his doctor- Xiao Yuanmu collapsing- the property transfer documents on the table-
The truth had always been right in front of him, on clear display. It was just that Song Xuanhe had never been brave enough to touch it.
After a while, a doctor left the emergency room. He addressed Song Xuanhe: “Mr. Xiao’s condition isn’t good  right now, but the details are still unclear. We need more time to inspect him to know more.”
Song Xuanhe wasn’t surprised. If the system needed more time, then the doctors could only take longer. “How much time?”
“About three hours,” the doctor said conservatively.
Song Xuanhe nodded, returning to the sofa with a downcast gaze, not speaking.
An indeterminable amount of time passed, and the system slowly spoke, voice complicated: [Xiao Yuanmu is...]
Just then, Yang Jie ran into the room and said to Song Xuanhe: “Xiao-ge is awake!”
Song Xuanhe stood up suddenly, turning and running to the private room. At the door, he suddenly came to a stop, then took two steps back. Behind these doors are the answers that he had been looking for. But now, he wasn’t sure if he actually wanted to know.
“Song-shao?” Yu Yan came up to him. “Chief Xiao is awake. Aren’t you going in?”
Song Xuanhe hesitated, pulling the door as he spoke. “I’m going to go in soon.”
Yu Yan nodded and left. Song Xuanhe took a step into the sickroom. On the bed was a person who, apart from being paler than usual, didn’t look much different. Their eyes met.
The hand that Song Xuanhe was using to grip the door tightened. As he was preparing to walk in, he stopped to look at Xiao Yuanmu quietly.
Xiao Yuanmu blinked at him and said: “Are you mad?”
Without waiting for an answer, he looked at him with clear, dark eyes and continued: “I bought congee for you to eat, so don’t be mad at me, okay?”
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YOUR TAAAAGS YOUR TAGS YOUR TAGS YOUR TAGS. ok. off is kind of hit or miss for most people because its so weird and vague and i am extremely biased bc its one of my favorite thinfs ever BUT. i am going 2 say i think u will love it actually. its got soooo many fairytaleisms. its got tragedy. its got extremely morally grey characters. theres no good guys or bad guys. ITS GOT WEIRD LITTLE GHOSTS !!!!!! look at these bitches i used 2 doodle the off spectres in my notebooks like constantly they feel like home 2 me
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the art style is so unsettling and creepy. its got sketchy lines and weird freak of nature characters. i am going to be EXTREMELY selfish here in saying that i think u will very much enjoy the art style and also i want 2 see how u would draw some of the characters bc ur style is very monochrome and messy (<< i mean this in a beloved sense i love your linework so much) and i think it fits the vibe so perfectly. on a completely unrelated note are you still taking commissions.
ITS GOT ONE OF THE ALL TIME BEST OSTS EVER BTW. i still have the main battle theme (which is called pepper steak btw. best name for a song ever) as my ringtone on my phone. my video game ost rank goes 1.portal 2 2. off 3. undertale 4. minecraft. the off ost holds higher regard in my brain than undertale. shaking your shoulders it fits the vibe of the game soooo perfectly.
i will not get into the story too much here bc i already talked about some vague spoilery stuff in that post and i dont want to tell u too much more in case u do play the game urself BUT. ohhh my god. i could talk about the story for hours. u can ask aster after we finished the game we sat on call for like 2 hours while i walked her through my personal take on the ending and then she gave me her thoughts on the ending and EVEN THOUGH WE PLAYED THE GAME TOGETHER AT THE SAME TIME (i streamed it for her) WE HAD DIFFERENT OPINIONS ON THE END. ITS SOOOOO FUCKING GOOD its one of those things where like. its so open ended that nobody ever gets into fights about what the "right ending" is because. well. there isnt one UGH i love that shit.
also zacharie is here. he is such a beloved character to me hes been one of my biggest huge comfort characters since like. 2015. i love him. hes like sans undertale for people in 2008. he was the original sans undertale. i think they would be best friends
oh also despite the fact that the setting is very much like. weird abstract, sort of fantasy sort of industrial, the main character is a fucking baseball player. hes so out of place its so funny
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^ official art btw. to give u a taste of mortis ghost's art style. its so silly and weird i love it so much
OK THAT WAS MY OFF PROPAGANDA SORRY FOR INVADING UR INBOX I LOVE YOU also ive been in a huge off mood for like 3 days now and have not been able to talk about it so im EXPLODING now
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OHHHHGHGHGHGHHH. MACKERELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL MAC U CAN'T DO THIS TO ME..... ohhhh my god. ok. ok yeah im pinky promising u right now i WILL play it. like. SOON. it looks so good hooly shit. game that i can TELL will rearrange my brain. also it looks SO nice... i like the art style so much. mac u are GETTING me here u KNOW what u are doing. u cant just go ros theres an unsettling morally gray tragic game with an incredible ost and weird art and NOT expect me to go fucking bonkers.
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