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[sunflowerrosewood]

First Thoughts of You ~ Stardew Valley Bachelorettes

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

These are their first thoughts when they met you and when they began to fall for you...

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Haley

"I'm surprised someone came out into the forest. They seem new. They were picking up something. They introduced themselves as the new farmer. They seem okay. I want to go back to taking photos."

🩷

"The farmer was coming by today. They had a present for my birthday. I was surprised to see a pink cake. My heart skipped a beat. I can't help but want to see the farmer. I want to be with them."

Maru

"I met the farmer today near the house. Dad was talking about the new farmer earlier today. He didn't want me to delve from my studies. They still seem rather interesting. They are not just a normal farmer."

🩷

"The farmer came by today and I felt my heart jump for joy. I was excited to tell them about my invention. They also love science and love to ask questions about my projects. I show them everything. I miss days when they don't visit me. Usually they are in the mines or working but I do worry about them."

Penny

"The farmer came by while I was reading and they seemed nice. They were asking about what I was reading and who I was. They introduced themselves. I remember Mayor Lewis talking about them. I found myself wanting to know more."

🩷

"The farmer came by the museum when I took Jas and Vincent outside. They wanted to check on me since they hadn't come by in a few days. I felt my heart skip a beat. They have such a bright smile. I would love to help take care of the farm for them. Do they think the same of me?"

Abigail

"The new farmer came by dad's shop and was buying new crop seeds. They introduced themselves to me and to me, they seemed cool. Mom discussed they would be new so I wonder how they will be here in our town."

🩷

"The farmer always seems to have amethyst for me during the week. It's nice they think about me with their tasks. Mom teases me that I like them. My heart races when I see them around and they say hello. But I do not know if they want the same..."

Leah

"I was on my way to the saloon and ran into the new farmer. They immediately introduced themselves to me and I said hello. They seemed to be gathering items around the town. They do seem interesting."

🩷

"The farmer came by to give me wine from their farm. They were making strawberry wine. I look forward to when they bring me this gift. It usually begins conversations of how we're doing and my art. I gave them a piece and they have it in their house. My heart feels elated that they did that for me. Do they care for me like I do for them?"

Emily

"I met the farmer rummaging through the trash. They apologized as they ran into the trash can. I pretended to not notice them pick up the bread. They introduced themselves to me and I did the same. They seem rather unusual but kind."

🩷

"The farmer came by the saloon today. They brought me an emerald they found in the farm. I got so excited that I was bouncing up and down. They called me cute and was glad I was excited. I felt my heart race and I thanked them. They left soon after and Gus teased me of my feelings for them. Even if I do have feelings for them, do they feel the same?

[bearlytolerant]

Fandom: Star Wars: The Acolyte

Pairing: Qimir x fReader

Fic Rating: E

Chapter Rating: M

AO3

ONE TWO THREE

Today—

Today is the same. Morning’s light shines, spackled and fractured through the tattered, burlap curtain. There’s dust motes floating. Were they always there? You raise your hand to shield your face. You squint. You silently sit up. There’s a satisfying crackle when you roll your shoulders back and when you twist from side to side. A tilt of your head and a flicker from your dream smiles at you before it dissipates along with your sleepy, sleepless haze.

You must go to work.

You must go.

You must.

Clothes on, boots up, fingers wiggling into synth leather fingerless gloves, you leave the dust motes behind as you step outside. The town comes to life with overcast skies. Lights in fog and residents hurrying along and there’s a fight breaking out in the alley but you're a passerby.

Work is work and you grow weary. The crates are heavier today. Or maybe you’re just weaker? Who’s to say? Food is food. But wait, you forgot to eat and now your stomach chastises you. Drink is drink. You had coffee and water when you arrived on the job, right? Right?

The hours drag, just like your feet and when you finally leave your mundane job, not all inventory is accounted for but it’s tomorrow's problem now. Halfway home, the rain splatters thick and almost viscous on top of your head.

You look up and the light sputtering catches your eye. You’re at the apothecary again.

A hesitation. Then you’re stepping inside.

This will prove a reprieve from the rain.

“Oh—hello.”

The apothecary tilts his head and smiles. There is something familiar about that expression. That tilt of the head. But you can’t quite grasp why as he gestures to you with a warm welcome. He is handsome, you notice, now that he’s without his hood. His bangs still swoop down around his cheeks, moist with sweat from another hot day. The rain just makes everything sticky, not cool.

There’s a bit of herbal residue smudged on his forehead.

It’s—endearing.

The apothecary is indeed a reprieve from the rain. Man or building? You know which is the truth, even if you don’t want to admit it.

“Hello,” you reply.

“Hi.” His smile grows. “You again.”

“Me again.” You offer a half-smile. “Not completely trashed this time. Just coming in from the rain.”

“You look tired,” he says. “Come in. Sit. You hungry? I was just preparing sandwiches.”

“A sandwich sounds nice.” You find a chair situated near the grimy window. Taking a peek, there’s nothing that can be seen outside with the rain hitting the glass.

The apothecary hums to himself while he makes the sandwiches and you opt for small talk.

“You’re new here.” It’s a statement. Should have been a question.

“Am I?” He replies and he wanders over to you, offering a sandwich.

“Yes.” You remember the previous owner. They had to stand on a stool to tend to any needs, eyes hovering just above the countertop even then. “Nej wasn’t as friendly as you. Was mostly a ball of grunts.”

“You think I’m friendly?” His eyes sparkle with amusement.

“Have you met the other people here?”

“You seem friendly.” He hands you one of the sandwiches.

“Appearances can be deceiving.”

“Exactly that,” he says as you reach for the sandwich.

Without hesitation, you take a bite. It’s the best you’ve eaten in a long while. There’s a savory sauce slathering the bread that melds all the flavors together perfectly. “Thank you,” you murmur after swallowing. “This is delicious.”

He bows his head slightly.

After devouring your meal in record time, he offers you a cup of tea which sits in your palms, perfectly warm and properly balanced. You miss the weight of your usual preferred drink. The burn of it, as it slides down your throat, lightning liquor souring your stomach just so. It makes you forget. But this tea—this tea, it’s bitter and tangy and—

“How is it?” He asks, eyeing you with hopeful expectation, worrying at his bottom lip.

Pleasant.

“It’s tea,” you say, sipping slowly. “It’s good.”

A grand smile and again you think, he is handsome. Too handsome. His easy smile and effortless charm put you at ease. At ease. You’ve placed a small trust in his hands.

Your eyes dart around the apothecary, pulse quickening as you realize you’ve let yourself be comfortable in the presence of a stranger. A kind stranger no less, and you remember the faces of kindness. The faces of strangers who became family. They wore their kindness as masks and told you to be grateful, thankful that they wore the mask. Without their benevolence, you’d still be orphaned on the streets. Dead or starved. And you were grateful. You were. But what about all the times their masks were deliberately placed on the table? Hands on your throat, you gasp for air and a plea never escapes your lips. Why won’t your mind forget? Forget their face? Forget the mask, the words, the past? The more you ask yourself, the more their words play on repeat: “Go to your room and meditate on what you have made me do.” It wasn’t the first time they said it but after—after—it became the last.

A deep breath and you shove your own voice down into the deepest recesses as the teacup rattles in your hand.

The teacup falls.

One breath in.

Shatters.

One breath out.

Meditate on what you have made me do.

“Are you okay?” The apothecary’s hand is on your shoulder and you startle, shrugging out from under it.

“Don’t touch me,” you snarl.

As the memory fades, you regret your words.

You know it matters that he asked after you first even if it can’t quite quell the turmoil stirring within you.

You scramble to your knees, that voice that isn’t yours but could be, screaming at you to clean up your mess, and branding you with cruel words as you use your hands to gather up the broken pieces.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” you say.

What you should have said all those years ago too.

“It’s alright. Let me take care of this.”

“You’ve done so much already. Please. I will clean it up. I can’t repay you with credits.”

Your debt with this man is already outstanding.

“At least let me get you a broom,” he says. His hand reaches for your shoulder but he withdraws it before it lands. Another small smile that lights up his face, shines bright in his eyes and again, you wish you wouldn’t have snapped at him.

His kindness isn’t a mask. The instincts you could once trust tell you this but you can’t dwell on it and you can’t trust that instinct after everything. After before.

He disappears and you’re left hunched over a million shards of porcelain and when you flip your hands, you see the blood prickling to the surface of the fresh cuts delivered by your own faltering. Your own dwelling on the happenings of years ago. Inability to cling to the present lays scattered at your feet. This has always been your struggle. Ruminating. If only you could translate this skill into true meditation and find peace. If only you could be something much less useless.

It’s not supposed to be like this. It wouldn’t have been like this if you hadn’t been so incredibly weak and ran into this place from the rain. You would have been wet. That’s it. The memories would not have resurfaced. The cup would not have broken. And the shame—the shame—the shame would not have sunk its fangs into your mind and begun bleeding you dry.

There’s tightness in your chest and you want to cry. It’s there, that old familiar feeling and you can picture a smaller, frailer version of yourself curled up in a ball, silently succumbing to sleep with tears streaming down your face and dribbling away onto your pillow. That feeling only winds tighter as the blood on your hands continues to pool. Maybe this is how you cry now? With another breath, the tenseness in your chest unravels and your eyes meet the apothecary’s before his eyes land on your hands.

“That looks like it hurts. I have just the thing.” He rests the broom against the wall and shuffles toward the shelves. There’s some clattering and he hums to himself again before returning with salves and gauze. “May I?” He offers his hand with brows lifted.

Does he even know how much it means to you that he asked first?

Tentatively you reach out and he grasps your wrist so gently, steadying it in his lap as he squats over the broken shards with you, brows furrowing in concentration as he first wipes away the blood. He is tender with his touch, swiping along those cuts, careful not to snag the fabric on your skin. He applies the salve the same way but even softer with how he handles you, finger pads kissing your skin as he lightly taps them against your own fingertips before grabbing the gauze. For a moment you wonder if what he said is true. Maybe you are special. Special to him? But that’s not possible. You glance up at his face as his unhurried care eases away the ache in your hands and in your head. He catches you staring and smiles, fastening the gauze tightly and squeezing your hand lightly before letting go.

“There. Better?”

“Yes. Thank you,” you manage to murmur, flipping your gauzed hand over and resting it on your knee as you slowly rise to stand.

Broom already retrieved, he holds it outstretched to you. “You know, if you’re really not happy with acts of kindness and need some sort of absolution, I am in need of an assistant.”

The broom stills in your hand as you glance up at him curiously.

“You’re wondering if I can read your mind aren’t you? I can’t. You’ve just got that worried and defeated look. I understand that look. Know it well, believe it or not.” He wanders over to the counter and hops onto it, knocking a vial over that he fumbles with before managing to catch it and puts it back properly. You almost laugh. “I was considering a droid to assist but—” He shrugs.

Relief washes over you. You are used to quid pro quo. That you can handle. Besides working for this man seems far better than your current job. Couldn’t be worse.

“I’ll do it,” you say, picking up the dustpan and sweeping the porcelain into it. “Um, but what should I call you.”

He chuckles. “Right. Right. Introductions.” He tilts his head and smiles, hands gripping the edge of the counter. “Qimir.”

You utter your own name as you hold the dustpan in one hand, taking the two steps over to him to offer your empty one. Future tomorrows will not be the same and maybe—just maybe, you think with a glimmer of hope, that it’s a good thing.

[mallas28]

Why Mechanical suit makes no sense in MHA ending? I will try to explain.

Many in fandom can't get over messed up ending of MHA. I got messages from people who are upset. And i can get their feeling. In this post i will try to explain why Mechanical suit given by All Might in the end doesn't make sense at all. Lets get started.

1. Ruined message of all manga. During all manga narration show us that hero could be everybody and id doesn't matter what quirk you have or your status. All you need is ure hard and hardworking. 430 chapter totally ruined that. Telling us that unless you have strong quirk or millionare friends you will be a loser with no friends and job where you unhappy (remember how in 430 chapter Izuku still have sad face and look unhappy). More interesting is that Izuku doesn't do anything to be a hero without a quirk ( Hello spinoff with a better plot). He just walks with sad face with no friends no goal in life. Until SUDDENLY All Might appears and give him a suit out of nowhere. Do you get what i am trying to say? OFA Izuku earned and it was shown in manga. Mechanical suit Izuku doesn't earn at all. He doesn't even try to be a hero without quirk.

Also, Izuku looks like a big hypocrite to that boy Dai(i forgot his name). He just tells Dai he can be a hero with a weak quirk in order to get a millionare suit, immediately abandon his job neing teacher and join his friends....Wow. Izuku...you hate your job so much? Dai, sweetie, i am sorry for all that. You could be a hero, if Horikoshi has a better writing skills or better and strong editor.

2. Horikoshi makes all looks like his favorite comics DC and Marvel and doesn't aknowledge the writing background.

So many people see that Izuku become new Iron man of MHA. Horikoshi several times stated that he loves Marvel Spiderman and Tony Stark. He wants to make MHA just like Marvel and DC and thats the major problem. He doesn't want to analyze writing background his favorite characters has in Marvel. He just copied and added without questions.

The same thing with Mechanical suit. Horikoshi just thinks that it would be a good thing to make Izuku new Tony Stark. Now let me explain why it doesn't work. What writing background Tony Stark has

1. Tony Stark is a billionaire with high Intelligence. No Fairy GodMother appear out of nowhere and give him suit. Tony Stark literally make his first suit out of trash by his own hands!!!! He literally make himself a hero by using his brain. It works in narrative.

Izuku on the other hand as i mentioned above, just has a Fairly Godmother aka All Might who give him suit.

2. Tony Stark has a several breaking points. I saw in fandom that many people were craving for Izuku has a breakdown moment. Izuku doesn't have that. He just walks with sad face, pretending to be happy. But nothing....

Tony Stark was fighting with alcoholism!!! Because of stress being Iron Man and his inner demons!!

3. Most Important detail. Mechanical suit given by Izuku was inventing by 8 f%%$ years! One suit!!! Do you see a problem here?

Lets imagine that Izuku faces villain who can control technology. What could he do in that moment? Or lets imagine that Izuku faces villain like AFO (with strong quirk i mean) and his suit is crushed. What he is gonna do next? Walking with gloomy face again waiting for another 8 years for All Might to appear? Do you see problem? Mechanical suit doesn't make sense. Even All Might example proves that..because his Mechanical suit handle 1 fight!!! 1 fight Carl. And was total crushed!!!

Add to this Izukus self-destructive behavior and you will understand that this Mechanical suit will have a very short life. These billions dollars could be given to poor ill children instead it would be more heroic than this

Tony Stark on the other hand has 100500 suit that were crashed!!! Yes! Tony Stark has several versions of suits. Many were crushed! But as i mentioned before Tony Stark is highly intelligent character by himself he is independent and him wearing suit is a logical thing. Unlike Izuku...

To summarize, i am very disappointed by ending and by Izuku getting that damn suit. Horikoshi is a terrible writer. But smth tells me that he planned totally different ending but Jump forbidded and he was forced to make a different ending. Because 430 chapter so wrong written, whith ZERO edition, with no sense at all. That i feel it was written in one week literally or one day. But original ending was thrown out of windows. Thank to Jump.

[canarias-stuff]

Caramel Frappe For Okarun - Chapter 1

Paring: Ayase Momo X Takakura Ken

Summary:

“Caramel frappe, extra caramel for Takakura K–” The drink almost slipped from her hands.

What?!

“Ah, that’s me!”

A black haired guy wearing glasses, slightly taller than her, probably around her age approached the corner where Momo was waiting–frozen in place–with his drink still on her hands, and a shocked expression.

“Thank y—”

“No! I can’t accept it!” Momo suddenly stated, interrupting the poor boy that wasn’t really sure of what exactly he did. “No way!”

Behind her, Miko and Kei couldn’t stop laughing.

“Hum…” The boy–Takakura Ken–stared at the barista, then her co-workers and then around the coffee shop. Did he get involved in a prank or something? “...you can’t…accept a ‘thank you’...?”

Author's notes:

Hello!!!!

Okay, so that's my second story for DanDaDan fandom! I just want these kids to be normal (or as normal as they can be) for a second!

It's going to be a short story, I am planning just one or two other chapters, but hopefully you're going to have some fun.^^

Chapter 1: Caramel Frappe for...Who?!

The best part of being a university student in Ayase Momo’s opinion is the lingering feeling of freedom. Now that she was living in Tokyo, a few miles away from Kamikoshi—and a few miles away from her annoying grandma—she felt like she could do whatever she wanted.

Don’t get her wrong, she loved her grandma a lot, and would fight tooth and nail if someone badmouthed or made fun of her for working as a medium, but as any other 18 or 19 year old freshmen, to be in such a big city, wasn’t it exciting?

It felt good to be away without adult supervision, to have some space for herself–and to not feel the sharp eyes of her grandma on her or on her boyfriend (ex-boyfriend now, because as always her grandma was right and the guy that she dated for a while was a human trash.)

Still, despite Momo being the one paying the rent for the apartment she shared with Vamola and Aria—friends from her high school days—her grandmother was the one who was actually covering her tuition.

So yeah, it was just a lingering taste of freedom, after all, she wasn’t independent.

And because she really wanted to graduate (it means she should take her studies seriously), a full-time job was out of the question, which also meant less income. But, honestly, Momo was happy with how things were going. Six months in Tokyo had been good to her so far.

She was enjoying her classes, Vamola and Aria were great roommates, and even the few parties she’d attended had been fun. Her part-time job was decent enough too, but…

Momo sighed.

From behind, she heard Miko and Kei, her two part-time coworkers at the coffee shop, whispering.

“She sighed again.” Miko observed.

“I bet it is a boy problem.” Kei replied.

Momo turned around, hands on her hips. “I can hear you, you know.”

“Yep!” Kei grinned. “You are supposed to.

“So, are you going to tell us who the guy is?” Miko asked, pushing her luck.

“Oh, come on!” Momo groaned, turning back to her task of refilling the coffee machine with beans. “I told you there’s no one like that!”

“Like who? Takakura Ken?” Kei teased, her grin unrelenting.

“Ughhhh! I said stop that!” Momo resisted the urge to smack that grin off both their faces. “So what if I like the actor? Is it so much to ask to find someone like him?”

Miko and Kei exchanged a knowing look.

“Girl…” Kei began, shaking her head.

“Men like him don’t exist anymore.” Miko finished, nodding in agreement. “Chivalry’s dead.”

Really, Momo was enjoying her classes, Vamola and Aria were great roommates, and even the few parties she’d attended had been fun. Her part-time job was decent enough too, but…

Where I am supposed to find a man like Takakura Ken?!

Her first boyfriend–the trash human being, the one that her grandma strongly disapproved of (with reason, she was mature enough to admit it now)–she only dated him for his appearance, because he resembled Takakura Ken, the actor that she liked so much.

Childish? Yeah, dating someone just for their appearance wasn’t something that Momo thought that she would do.

As she finished refilling the last grain’s container of the coffee machine, Miko passed her a plastic cup with the next drink order. Momo must’ve spaced out for a moment because she hadn't noticed a customer coming in or ordering.

A caramel frappe, extra caramel. Easy order. She made so much of these in just one day that she could probably do it with her eyes closed, not that she would try, if something went wrong, her manager would definitely be happy to deduct a few yen for her paycheck.

As she finished preparing the drink and put a cap at the top of it, Momo started to call the customer. A normal day a day action, she didn’t even realize how her co-workers went strangely quiet and were trying their best to not laugh.

“Caramel frappe, extra caramel for Takakura K–” The drink almost slipped from her hands.

What?!

“Ah, that’s me!”

A black haired guy wearing glasses, slightly taller than her, probably around her age approached the corner where Momo was waiting–frozen in place–with his drink still on her hands, and a shocked expression.

“Thank y—”

“No! I can’t accept it!” Momo suddenly stated, interrupting the poor boy that wasn’t really sure of what exactly he did. “No way!”

Behind her, Miko and Kei couldn’t stop laughing.

“Hum…” The boy–Takakura Ken–stared at the barista, then her co-workers and then around the coffee shop. Did he get involved in a prank or something? “...you can’t…accept a ‘thank you’...?”

“No!” Momo could feel her cheeks get slightly warm, but it wasn’t the guy’s fault if his parents named him after a famous actor, right? She shouldn’t be snapping like that. “I mean…ugh, sorry, that was awkward, right? Sorry for that.”

The black haired boy waved his hands in front of him.

“No, no! It’s fine! I’m also an awkward guy so…”

And if he said something after that, Momo didn’t know, because her brain needed a minute to reboot.

This guy…this Takakura Ken just said the exactly same line as the Takakura Ken, the actor one. He said that line using such an innocent expression, such a soft voice…

FUCK NO!

“No way! I refused to believe you!” Momo finally snapped, putting the drink down and slamming her hands at the corner.

“Eh? What? I am sincerely thanking you!” 

“No! Not about it!” Momo grunted, he was still thinking about the thanks stuff. “Your name! I refused to believe you!”

“What about my name?”

“You are just playing around, right? Giving us a fake name like Naruto, Luffy or any other character from an anime, right?!” Yes! That’s it! He was probably just a fan like her.

“I don’t understand what you mean.” Ken rebutted, adjusting his glasses. “Whether you believe me or not, my name is Takakura Ken.”

If, if Momo could, she would lay on the ground and throw a tantrum, but she was a grown up woman in the middle of her job …so her next better option was:

“Stop!” She cried, covering her ears. “I don’t wanna hear!”

“But!”

“I said: stop!”

“Ayase Momo-san.”

Momo froze. There was only one person in the coffee shop who could say her name like that and make her blood run cold. Slowly, she turned around, her brown eyes meeting his icy blue ones.

“M-manager Sanjome…”

The pink-haired man shifted his gaze to Ken, who was still trying to understand what just happened, and bowed slightly in apology.

“I’m sorry for the rude behavior from one of our staff. We’d like to refund your order and make a fresh drink, as this one…” His eyes flickered to the cup with the whipped cream already melted. “...isn’t quite up to our establishment's standards.”

Momo flushed red, bowing quickly beside him. Oh god, she was done for, wasn’t she? Sanjome would definitely fire her after this!

“N-no! Really, it’s fine!” Ken replied, glancing between the two of them. “It was just a misunderstanding. Ayase-san…well, she thought she had called me by the wrong name, that’s all.”

This guy is nice! This guy is too nice! Was the collective thought of the three girls.

Sanjome didn’t seem convinced.

“Seriously, it’s fine!” To prove his point, Ken picked up the drink and took a sip, his eyes widening just a bit. “I have to go now, but thanks anyway!”

And with that, he left, leaving a nervous Momo, a very annoyed Sanjome, and two very amused co-workers in his wake.

“Ayase-san…”

Momo flinched.

“My office.” The manager’s voice was cold as ice. “Now.”

Great. Just great.

Link AO3

Ending Notes:

P.S: English is not my native language, so sorry for possible mistakes.^^''

I wanted Momo to have the same reaction as the manga/anime, so some lines are similar as the original work, but just because I think it's funny.^^

But anyway, hope you had fun.^^

I will see you guys soon!

[moonspirit]

What do you think about Annie's father? Was he justified in what he did to Annie? And how did he feel afterward? I’d like a debate on this topic.

Hello again!

Straight up, I don't have a good opinion about Mr. Leonhardt xD To borrow a beautiful name coined by the Noragami fandom, he is simply a "trash dad" xD

I recommend a reading of this post by @distortedclouds, her take on Annie's father is very sensible and I agree with everything there; it also covers all your questions, honestly.

For me, I feel that no, he was not justified in what he did to Annie at all! That was a child he abused with his rigid principles and harsh training and terrible physical and mental stress. Annie's father, who well understood that he would be the only parent figure to a small child -- a blank canvas -- chose to be a source of pain and terror instead of being a loving father.

Sure, all the warrior-parents were terrible (with the exception of maybe Pieck's father, but then again we don't get much information about him; he seems nice based on the little we know though). We can say that pretty much all the Eldians in Liberio had their surroundings shape them into who they were. I won't argue with this, they were victims of propaganda and brainwashing and when you're so far removed from reality and fed only one type of story, you can become Karina Braun yourself. But here it's important to remember - Mr. Leonhardt was not someone who bought into any of that Marley Supremacy bullshit, Mr. Leonhardt was motivated by what he could get in terms of comfort and a good life in exchange for his daughter's life. When he adopted Annie, he saw her as an entry card, not as a child he would love.

As for what he felt afterward, I think Clouds explains it very well in her post, but I too am not inclined to feel like any of his apparent remorse was genuine. It's kind of like when an animal trainer who's been dealing harsh training to an animal over the years becomes accustomed to having it around, and when suddenly faced with the possibility of losing it, expresses some warmth. I'm not saying all of it was bullshit, but it certainly wasn't love. However that scrap of emotion was enough for Annie to latch on to and you can't blame her; starved for affection so long, it was the first bit of affection coming her way and she grabbed it.

I can't say for certain what kind of person he becomes post-rumbling. No human being is above good change, so it's possible he changes for the better. He might become a loving father, or he might not, but perhaps we should give him the benefit of doubt in either case.

That said my personal headcanon as to this is that parents who have never known the "good way" to raise a child do not become wonderful parents overnight. Sure, the Rumbling was a catastrophic event, the parents of the surviving warrior kids are no longer prideful about their status but simply hope for their children to return; would Annie's father finally realize the worth in her existence instead of the worth in her skills? Maybe. It's possible. Maybe he's a different man, after all these years. But again, personally, I like to imagine that even if he is a new person, there is still damage he deals to Annie, in different ways. Perhaps unwittingly. Unintentionally. Unconsciously. But he's never known Annie as a person, only as a tool, and then, it is damage, nonetheless.

[fairyk133]

HI! 🌸

I finally decided to send another ask, but I’m still shy. 🥺

If Mary and Ruth were friends, what would their friendship look like? (it would be great if this was in sketch form 👀)

So glad you ask, hello! I love when people ask me. (I got no social life and no one cares abt my fandoms). And for now on imma try to color and add detail when people ask me, because I feel like I’m disappointing people when I don’t.

Here’s some illustrations for the friendship ^^!

{Mary and Ruth}

Mary would probably stick along in Ruth’s dorm not only to chat about boy problems but because Ruth’s dorm literally is the best, my girl got: Vintage vinyl player, silk sheets, decorum, a whole flippin VANITY, plus…Tabby. Mary likes cats very much and so does Ruth, they would platonic soulmates.

They would talk about their husbands / boyfriends, Parker and Gord. They would definitely talk about fashion a lot, Ruth dresses more in 50s mature look, while Mary wouldn’t mind trying to make Ruth look more like her age. Mary seems more fun and forgiving while Ruth definitely takes things into account and more mean spirited to whoever crosses them.

Since Ruth tends to act like she don’t care about people, and always put on her “cold ISTJ stereotype” , she will hide the fact she does kind things for Mary, like:

Get a student suspended for a few weeks for bullying her.

Buy her clothes (Aquaberry ofc)

Would blackmail someone just to make sure Mary gets a role in a play for the school ^^! (Jk, or am I..?)

Ruth loves chocolate and cheesecake, she would buy or bake pastries for Mary and pretend she has some left over. (She was thinking of her.)

They would talk about their Hollywood crushes, like 90s Mike Vitar, 90s year Wil Horneff, I can see them having fights on who’s more good looking, Dallas Winston or Randy Anderson. (YES RUTH HAD A CRUSH ON BOB’S FRIEND IN THE MOVIE😭).

Tabby (Ruth’s cat) does not like strangers and prefers Ruth next to her all times, but will soften to Mary since she’s a regular visitor.

Nora makes jokes on how Ruth and Mary got the same moto: beauty mark near eye and headband duo.

They would try to study but they would start talking about others and movies like: Outsiders, Twilight, Little Women, Dead Poets Society etc.

They make cringe jokes based of lines from movies like, “ThIs Is A SkIn oF a KilLer BelLa”, or, “Do YoU KnOw What a SoC is? WHitE TrAsH WiTH MusTanGs and MadRas”, they probs make Johnny Cade death jokes burst out laughing. (If you really make Ruth laugh hard she sounds like a dying donkey.)

Nora mentioned: @aquaberryvanilla

Mary belongs to: @gordisaquaberrymodel

[sweetkiitsunez]

Alright ranting time buckle the fuck up-

Tw: cussing bcs I am pissed tf out

I just woke up this morning to see everyone posting in tumblr that PB is making a "safer" version of WHB. I hate it. I fuckin hate it. The fact that we already had a FUCKIN minors in the fandom. Also I wanted to point that MANY OTOME games did the same, not just PB. Literally fuckin Love deep Space, Mr Love: Queen Choice and many more had rated the age to fuckin teens. They're just trying to promote kids with spicy and sexual adult contents which is fuckin inappropriate for kids! ALSO SOMEONE MENTIONED THAT THEY EVEN SAW ELEMENTARY SCHOOL KIDS PLAYING SPICY CONTENT OTOME KIDS?? LIKE HELLO???

Like this one

Am I mad? FUCKIN YES I AM! Of course every kids is gonna find out about erolabs and the NSFW verison of it in the Apps store and Play store. I even saw minors in Twitter fuckin playing Nu:Carnival. Oh? You don't know what is Nu:Carnival? It's a BL game, but a BL porn game.

I'm not gonna be surprised if a minor played a game and used their parent's or their own debit/credit card to spend on this greedy ass company. Like... we already knew their history for being too greedy and giving us trash rewards and HELLA expensive Solomon rings. Not caring or foucsing on the storyline. Putting characters in the Nightmare Pass where you have to pay like problems 40 - 50 USD bucks. Their trashy anniversary rewards and ALSO NOT CARING ABOUT THEIR F2P player. I just love how PB give us one solomon ring during their anniversary pull is like 500 💀💀💀

I DON'T WANT TO KEEP BLOCKING MINORS BCS I AM GETTING TIRED OF THIS SHIT! KEEP THE MINORS AWAY FROM THE FANDOM!

[mysteriousdoll]

I’ve been browsing through a LOT of @/voiceboss ‘ content and. :3 well I’ve gotten to a point where I read things in his voice. So may I offer the fine folks of the rogues fandom, silly silly incorrect quotes bc they’re so so funny to me :3

Jervis: Are you alright, March hare? Tough weekend?

Jon: I went to Metropolis with Edward. We went to the medical museum and witnessed several of Luthor’s plans bomb. I’ve never been happier.

-

Edward: You seem chipper today, Jon. Something good happen?

Jon: There was a small fire in my home. I lost several treasured possessions. I am deeply heartbroken.

-

Jervis: Hello!

Jon: Can Harvey come out to play?

The Judge: NO. HARVEY IS BUSY.

Jon: Oh great. What with?

The Judge: HE SEEKS TO RID GOTHAM OF ALL CRIME SO THAT IT MAY BE KNOWN ONLY FOR PEACE. . . . OR. THAT IS WHAT I WOULD NOT BE DOING IF I WERE NOT SO BUSY WITH… DENTAL HYGIENE.

-

Harvey: I’m going to kill you. And then kill you again.

-

Joker: Why are your boobs so big?

Harvey: …they’re not boobs.

Joker: Do you have to wear a bra?

-

Jon: I am going to take this, and kill you both with it!!

Oswald: What the devil is going on here?!

Jon: These two dipshits paid a woman to ask me out!

Jervis: Well, it’s just that-

Edward: People are scared to talk to you!

Jon: That’s how I LIKE it!

-

Edward: Let me guess, you want something ridiculous, like a star map sewn into the suit. I can do it, but it’s going to cost you!

Jon: Ed. I am a practical man. What part of askin’ you t’ sew a star map would be practical?

Edward: Regardless it’s going to cost a bit-

Jon: No, seriously this is bothering me now. How would I navigate the stars if the map were printed on my ass?

Edward: I don’t know! You wouldn’t use it for that. Maybe you could get with some women from the observatory and ask them to star gaze, and they’d be all impressed because “oh hey it’s accurate!” Look, they’ll let it pass if they’re looking at your butt.

Jon: …you would think of that.

-

Edward: Since you’re playing alone, you’ll be playing twice. Easy for you systems out there.

(Pre scarring) Harvey: How did he know I was a system.

(Theme music plays)

Harvey: I DID NOT TELL HIM THAT-

-

Jon: Hey, drink this coffee and tell me what it tastes like.

Edward: Mh… hazelnut?

Jon: I don’t know, I found it in the trash.

[characterhcotd]

📌 PINNED

"Everybody calls me Trash, Pest, Maggot, Spineless, Dust, Plankton, Moron and all sorts of other things, so call me whatever name you like!"

PLEASE READ THOROUGHLY BEFORE SUBMITTING REQUESTS!

Hello and welcome to Your Character HC OTD! Every day I will be posting one of YOUR HCs for a character! Accepted HCs include, but are not limited to...

gender/sexuality hcs (if you are submitting this kind of hc I will also make you a pfp with the requested character and the flags for the identity you HC them with upon request) (eg, you could request something like "I HC [insert chr] from [insert source] as [insert queer identity], may I also have a pfp for this request?")

mental illness/neurodiversity hcs (eg, you could request something like "I HC [insert chr] from [insert source] as having adhd and autism" or "I HC [insert chr] as having BPD")

proship hcs (if you are submitting this kind of hc I will also make you a pfp with the requested character and the flags for the identity you HC them with upon request) (eg, "I HC [insert chr] from [insert source] as being a proshipper")

agere/caregivers hcs (if you are submitting this kind of hc I will also make you a pfp with the requested character and the flags for the identity you HC them with upon request) (eg, "I HC [insert chr] from [insert source] as being an age regressor and [insert chr] as being their caregiver, may I please pfps for this request?")

... and probably more that I'm forgetting! If you're unsure, feel free to ask and I will let you know if I'm comfortable with doing your request! This blog is meant to celebrate headcanons and fandom diversity, fun in fandom, ect, but I still have the right to refuse any request for any reason.

On that note! I have no blacklist for fandoms, but I will not do RPF, or anything live action (as talked about in my Umbrella Academy post) for my own personal comfort. MCYT content will be posted on a case by case basis (as talked about here).

I also have no strict DNI, but I will block people I don't like. As for myself, you can call me mod nanashi or mod no name, whichever you prefer. I use he/they/it pronouns. For personal reasons I will not be sharing my main blog at this time, but that may change in the future!

I am proship, pro-para (anti-contact), supportive of mspec lesbians/gays and lesboys/turigirls, supportive of age regressors, and supportive of fictionkins/otherkins. I am neutral on syscourse as I am a singlet and I don't feel that it's my place. If you have any other questions about my stances on things, feel free to ask, but I figured this would cover most of the bases. If any of my stances make you uncomfortable, the block button is free.

Tag list:

#mod nanashi / #mod no name - posts by mod nanashi/no name

Some of my fav proship blogs:

@proship-paci @proshippersstimming @black-salt-cage @proselfshipsafespace @proshipcallblog @corpsey-moodboards @proshippingcenter @secretspiritmoodboards (if you guys could reblog this so I could get my blog out there that would be greatly appreciated, no pressure though!)

If this post has left any of your questions unanswered, feel free to ask and I will answer to the best of my abilities!

[sleepsentry]

personally i’m not a huge fan of billford, but i don’t get the hate it gets by some people, like… you’re having fun with your ships, so maybe let others have fun with theirs? hello?? i’m into fiddauthor, my friends are into billford, we live in love and peace, it’s so easy to mind your own business. anyway, your art is awesome and deserves lots of love

It was never the difference of opinion that bothered me, it was people being assholes about it.

I've gotten a lot of asks along the lines of "I don't like it but the way you do it is cool" wich is very flattering but unfortunately comes across as a backhanded compliment when taken within the broader fandom attitudes that have only recently changed.

Like "I don't usually like trash, but this is a guilty pleasure"

I'm not saying that's what you're saying, but thats how past comments have read in a space where people have been so annoying and unkind.

I'm glad to be reminded there are people like you who can just chill and enjoy it without needing to moralise and highhorse about it. ^^

And I appreciate that the people who left those comments in the past where simply being nice and it was my bad experiences muddying things.

Most of my buddies online ship both and its all cool.

Unfortunately I can't see cute fanart of the pair together without getting a sinking feeling in my gut that the artist has probably blocked me.

Usually that feeling is correct.

That they are correct and I am unwelcome.

You're right people gotta chill. T v T

[mugzymiik]

HELLOOOO my old intro post is way too long so uhmm heres a better less complicated one

TPC SHOWDOWN

LAST UPDATED: January 9, 2025

HI HELLO!!! call me Gold. or October or Bug. those r my names but idgaf what im called as long as i can recognize it as me :D

i am bigender (transmasc + demigirl)!! probably!! gender has been hard lately!!!!!

any pronouns (but he/they + any neopronouns preference)

DNI:

homophobics, transphobics, misogynists, racists, sexists, pretty much anyone whos bigoted and/or just an asshole

people who are under 13 (im an older teenager and i dont feel comfortable interacting online with people who arent even SUPPOSED to be online yet)

people who are or support transrace/transabled/transage/transx/transid/whatever the fuck

proshippers

pedophiles

users or supporters of ai """"art""""

supporters of cryptocurrency/nfts of any kind

drama stirrers

supporters/friends of cintagonisupet

supporters/friends of hxngr/constant_hungr/hungry_starving/whatever the fuck he goes by now.

supporters of mirei touyama animations/brebear jones

people named Ry*n or Q**nn. sorry hhh

people who obsess over Dead by Daylight. (i have bad experiences with a person who really likes that game- i wont say full-on dni if you like it because thatd be pretty damn stupid, but if you constantly post about it please dont directly interact with me a lot)

byi:

im a minor !!

i have autism, adhd and anxiety, among other things. im heavily disabled in general and i also joke about that a lot- if you dont like it lol sucks to suck , its my experiences to cope with not yours

i have a hard time reading situations so if i say anything bad/unneeded/confusing PLEASE let me know i /srs do NOT mean any harm to anyone 😭-

tone tags r needed aaa

NO WARPED FACIAL BODY HORROR AROUND ME PLEASE

i am a childish freak <3

i embrace my cringe (even if i get embarrassed about it sometimes /silly). if i find you going out of your way to harass me or anyone i know for being """cringe""" I'll spam your askbox with OwOs and UwUs i am being completely fucking /srs.

i ignore unsolicited dms from people i dont know too well unless it's important

sometimes i delete asks if i dont know how to respond to them ;; i apologize

my fandoms:

the pink corruption/tpc

just shapes and beats/jsab

warriors

stray

other smaller hyperfixations, some of which come and go

my tags:

#mmmramblez (rambles)

#art + #animation/#writing/#shitpost

#ask

#drawing ideas + #for later

#kinposting

my fandom tags:

#tpc shorts but also not [tpc]

#golds tpc designs [tpc] (posts with the original tag will be edited with this one soon)

#tpc episode [tpc] (i download tpc eps and put em in a google drive bc i REFUSE to give brebitch more views.)

#trongle stash [tpc + jsab] (if you dont want your posts/art in this tag please let me know & ill remove it/try to remember to not put your stuff in it)

#tpc cats end [tpc]

my blogs:

@mugzymiik-infodump

@pinkcorruption-verysillyedition (tpc incorrect quotes; submissions are always open, probably looking for mods too if it gets active again 😭)

@lemonboynotcavetown (Gold rp blog, very headcanon-heavy)

@pinkcorruptionconfessions (tpc confessions :D)

@tpc-bugverse

(there r other ones but uhh im not listing em theyre REALLY inactive </3

FRIENDS & MOOTS!!!!! <333:

The Goobers <3

@many-faced

@darkhatkid

@/m00nlit_sage

other friemds that are Just As Cool!!! :D

@trash-jsab

@paw-ureyesout

@kitcatttt

@comet--storm

@anonymously-night

@cielos-pasteles

@astronic-fr

@lavthequad

@orchuris

@1nto-the-zone

@cyberrcyanide

@greenpentagon

@taxi-dummy

@cowboytorrenter

@tasty-eggs

@streetmurder

@thesealantern

@frozen-treachery

@octahedral-chaos

@makothedorito

@coresystem

@lesboyajaceare

@snakeualzayden

@fandomt4keover

@something-named-vexxie

@packitupkittycat

me other socials:

discord: @/mugzymiik

youtube: @/mugzymiik

bluesky: @/mugzymiik

instagram: @/mugzymiik

deviantart: @/MugzyMiik

toyhouse: @/MugzyMiik

toyhouse (au edition): @/goldenuniverses

art fight: @/MugzyMiik

strawpage: @/mugzymiik

my discord server!!!

miscellaneous stuff i also wanna say cus why not:

i am a Very Heavy Kinnie of Gold from TPC and the triangle player from JSaB :D and also Bug (tpc oc) too

^my headcanons go for Gold Kin™ too :help: i feel.....snak.

i fucking love cheese and ranch

#1 Mother Mother fan

im so normal about triangles trust

i own Bug hi /silly

i love everything you hate and/or cringe at :)

other stuff:

art Status

commissions: closed with exceptions (cashapp is currently fucking me over the head with receiving money)

art trades: open

requests: closed, only open at times when i say theyre open

art info

commission information (DM ME)

other post shit i made

my tpc headcanons

tpc google drive

squeemsh

divider credits

[dailymonkiekid]

hello! admin macaque here again, updating the ask and boundary guidelines! updated as of 2025/01/08

OK:

ASKS:

MK headcanons/thoughts (please be civil)

theories for upcoming seasons

LMK analysis involving MK (MK exclusively, or dynamics w/ MK)

opinions on MK's character (please be civil)

literally just yelling about the blorbo, dont be ashamed bc i get it lmao. do feel free to come yell in my inbox

about the admin (me!)

TAGGING:

MK exclusive fanart

MK w/ others

MK memes

analysis, theories, etc.

LMK series updates (upcoming seasons, announcements, etc)

ship art/memes/fanfics etc. anything is open except for the ones listed in the not ok section

FANFICS (excluded from the boundary "no excessive use of blood/injury" as it's easier for me to tag and warn!)

reference sheets (tbh i'll reblog any character, i get the artist struggle)

GFMs for palestine, sudan, congo, etc. (dedicated post for everything i answer/reblog TBA) + related news (!! preferably verified)

NOT OK:

ASKS:

hate towards MK (obviously??? this is a fan account???)

^ THIS IS DIFFERENT THAN BEING DISSATISFIED! e.g., upset with a particular portrayal, character growth or arc, disappointed in a missed opportunity, etc. is fine! i'm more talking about "Mk is a trash character" or the like in regards to this.

NSFW

anything that doesn't involve MK in some way (sorryy ;;)

TAGGING:

NSFW (including suggestive)

gore, graphic, excessive use of blood/injury etc in fanart or videos (i am okay with it, but this is more for others who may be sensitive!)

politics

fandom drama (unless it directly involves this account)

macaque/wukong/sandy/pigsy/tang/nezha x mk. be my sun and stay 147 million kilometres away from me

if there is anything else you think i should add/clarify, please send me an ask as that's the most effective way to reach me, and i'll get to it as soon as i can! i LOVE answering asks, so don't be afraid at all to tag me or send an ask! <3

main post | tags

[mamawasatesttube]

Hello, I'm pretty new to the Superboy fandom. Can I ask you this question:

This part on his Wikipedia page caught my attention.

Do you know the instances (issues, panels, lines, etc) where Kon-el expresses that he doesn't want to be considered Superman's sidekick or similar sentiments?

I would really like to understand more about his feelings regarding his role in relation to Superman and his feelings toward the big man himself.

Thank you, and I apologize if any part of my ask sounds rude to you.

hoookay this is probably gonna be a bit of a doozy but i'll try and keep it concise!!!

first of all, rec-wise, you're probably gonna wanna read the entirety of "reign of the supermen" and "the return of superman". which is a lot, i know, but there's so much going on there that it's honestly hard for me to pick and choose any single issue out of it that would make sense as a standalone.

so at first, before clark himself comes back on the scene, we get things like the classic "don't ever call me 'superboy!'" panel as well as things like this:

where it's clear that kon sees himself as superman, the "real" superman. he does also acknowledge that he's young and he needs to learn to be and do better, as when john henry irons tells him he needs to accept responsibility for his showboating causing frank the helicopter pilot's death, so it's not like he's a full-on arrogant jackass about being the best already, but at this point "superman" is his entire identity. he's not shy about the fact that he's a clone, either; he tells lois, and later, everyone in metropolis via tv, that he is a kryptonian clone and obviously not the og superman himself, but he's still insistent that he is superman.

a fun side note here: this is actually before the retcon that kon was a human with a metagene, so he is actually a full clone of superman!

in fact that's part of why lois knows something is up with cyborg superman in the wake of the destruction of coast city. it's not entirely relevant to the question of their relationship except that it IS my favorite interpretation and also i think it adds a particular flavor to kon's relationship to superman as the gold standard he was made to achieve, the model he was made to emulate.

"Superman... the first Superman... didn't let Doomsday trash his town... and I won't let these creeps rip it down!"

superman is his role model in every way. he respects him a lot even in death and wants to be as much like him as he can. at this point kon's definitely a hotheaded and easily-distracted kid, but he's also all of three weeks old, so...

"Ripping free of this trap would be child's play for Superman... but I'm his clone, aren't I?"

so we can see from early on kon definitely ties his sense of self and his sense of self-worth to "how am i measuring up to superman?" that's a recurring theme we'll see with him over and over.

by the end of the fight with hank henshaw, kon has fully accepted that superman's back and is The OG:

"Check that, Blondie. I'm not Superman. That guy's Superman! The one and only!"

after this we get the "actually a human clone with a ttk metagene" retcon and kon's departure for hawaii:

he leaves for two primary reasons: a) to make a name for himself because he wants to be worthy of the superboy/superman mantle and the s-shield, and b) because editorial wanted superboy to be its own separate title. he thinks the world of superman and wants to make him proud, essentially, while also maintaining his independence.

(clark is also around and interacting him during that retcon arc but i'm a little tired and don't wanna go hunt down any more panels right now, so ... that's for another day.)

and then of course there's superboy (1994) #59, where kon actually gets the name kon-el, something incredibly meaningful to both him and clark:

in summary: kon really, really looks up to clark. he wants to be worthy of his trust and often berates himself when he feels like he's not being enough like superman. his strong drive for independence is part of that: he wants to be totally independent and capable on his own, just like superman.

[jazeswhbhaven]

hello...

❤December😈

It's been one heck of a year lovelies, including this being the anniversary of me starting this blog! If those of you that are still here from before, my old blog was shadow banned and no answer from the help team until 6 months later which lead to the creation of jazeswhbhaven!!!

I want to thank every single moot/follower/lurker/dedicated anons for sticking around with me and being patient with those requests (that I'm still working on 💀🥺) also for all interactions and love!

I may not answer all of you all the time, but I see the comments and tags. This fandom has been a pleasant experience and I'm glad I stuck around and made this blog 🖤 I hope next year I continue to entertain ya'll.

Housekeeping rules~

As per usual, every month I gotta do this just because there's new folks that come by!

🌲No minors following or interacting please, all blogs without content or indication that you're a real person over the age of 18 will be blocked 🌲Venting/critiques about WHB and surrounding topics are allowed in my inbox, I get folks need someone to talk to. However be fair warned about my own opinions that may not align with yours. 🌲Absolutely no indirect trash talk of another user in my inbox as a means to "call them out". I'm not a mediator. 🌲An exception to above is if said user is a minor, or is causing problems that I need to be aware of so I can properly handle the situation/and or block. 🌲Requests are open, but slow. I'll let you know if the topic you send is something I don't write. 🌲As long as you don't bring any of the following nonsense(not limited to these examples): racism/colorism, homophobia, transphobia, p3do, harassment...I'm a very chill person.

Overall: Be nice, enjoy our devil bois, and all will be g u c c i.

What's happening for the rest of December?

The event so far is kicking off pretty well on my reacts! I've posted my Astra character sheet already too. Here's a tentative list of what to expect~

🌲Zagan L-card React/Summary 🌲The new Lucifer card Summary 🌲Satan Torture Rewrite Fic

🌲Wrapping up Requests

I definitely want to make sure I get all outstanding requests answered and finished by the end of year so I start January with a clean slate! I really want to keep on that promise to be more organized with my requests to keep wait times reasonable. Once again thank you all for your patience <3

Next stuff for next year?????

EYE, I am not making too many promises, but I do have some fancy new things I'd like to implement for this blog! I know that I did an audio react earlier this year, and during a survey ya'll were receptive to having a hybrid of those mixed in with my written reacts. I will do my best to do more of those as they take a bit longer to create/edit.

I really like my fankid, Cain and I also love the requests that come in for me to write about him! I will possibly dish out more Cain content and his siblings next year, (i know ya'll dig Astra too (i hope) I will not neglect her since ya know SHE BE MY MC FOR WHB) Errrr if there's anything else I don't even know. oh, so ya'll may or may not see later in the year (we'll see how everything goes for this game and fandom) but I plan on going to a local convention (we're talkin' like late august/september so quite a while away) and cosplaying Amy~ I like his outfit alot actually and seems the best suited for the weather that's here in the south. I may also do Abyssos uniform MC (I have purple hair) too~

Well that's all lovelies, I again thank you for all your interactions and content you bring to the fandom~ Continue to be amazing (❁´◡`❁)

-your lovely admin, Jaze (*/ω＼*)

[fantasynsuch]

Adam, wake up. (Adam Stanheight x Reader) P1

This is my first attempt at anything in the Saw fandom, so pls be nice! OFC there's gonna be Gore. Some angst, but will be fluffy in the end.

I wake up to a grim feeling in my stomach. Something felt... off. Adam hadn't messaged me goodnight the last few nights, and that was odd. When we weren't together, he would always wish me a good night: I rarely responded, but he knew you saw them. It was an endearing quality about him, among many others. I loved that about him.

I felt off last night when I didn't hear the ding from AOL, but I fell asleep thinking he possibly forgot. Though the sinking weight in my abdomen tells me otherwise. I slowly raise my body and set in motion your routine, though you couldn't shake the feeling. I kept waiting for a ding: something to indicate he was okay. Something was begging, pleading with me to go to his apartment.

Eventually, the weight couldn't be ignored anymore. Heading out the door, I took one last look at my shit-hole apartment and took off. I happen to live down the same shitty hallway of the same shitty complex: convenient. Banging on the door, I yell, "Adam, let me in. Don't tell me you fell asleep drunk!".

No reply. Even weirder, as he's an incredibly light sleeper. He'd groan and moan about how every bump in the night woke him up all the time to me. He must not be there.

I know what he did for work, so he can't be out this early in morning. Something was wrong.

I grabbed the key he gave me in case of an emergency, and I opened his door. I'd consider this an emergency: he could be dead or who knows what.

When I peered in, it was pitch black. I try to flick the light the switch on, but nothing comes on. The power must be out in his apartment. I reach for the blackout curtain he has up and pull.

When the curtains open, I see what could only be described as a struggle. There's trash everywhere, and all the furniture seems to have been knocked out of place. The only thing that caught my eye above the rest was the creepy ass doll sitting in the middle of the room. It reeked a sinister aura, and if it wasn't for my intense like of Adam, I would have gotten my ass out of there.

But, perhaps to a fault, I did like Adam, so I continued in. I noticed the creepy doll had a flip phone in it's hand and its other hand was closed around something. As I look around, I see Adam's expensive camera broken on the ground. Considering this camera was practically his life life, he has to be in trouble for it to be in pieces. I peer at the phone in the doll's hand: it seems like it's taunting me into trying something. I slowly reach for the phone, scared it may jump at me. When I grab it, the doll begins laughing. I jump about 10 feet in the air, and when it stops, it begins to speak.

"Hello, Adam's friend. I want to play a game." It cackles.

"What the f-" I yell.

"Your dear friend is in a bit of a predicament right now. He has failed my game: but through no fault of his own. He is, simply put, dying, as I speak. I have noticed you are quite close with him." It giggles.

"Where is he?!" I beg. I need Adam.

"I am a fair man, (Y/N). So, I have decided to allow you to play one of my games to save him. Do you value your friend enough to risk life and limb for him? Make your choice." The doll croaks.

The phone I grabbed starts ringing.

I hesitantly flipped the phone open. Unknown number. I shake as I click the answer button.

A strangled gasp - it's the first thing I hear. I hold my breath for a splite second, but then I muster up the courage to speak.

"Who is this? Where's Adam?!" I demand.

Another gasp. This time, the person tries to say something.

They whisper, "H-help me, (Y/N)...".

It's Adam. It has to be Adam. My relief is punctuated by a sound radiating from the speaker. It sounded like a smack and low whispering. The whispers sound demonic.

"A-are you w-willin' to give apart of yourself to save me, (Y/N)?" He whimpers. Whoever was whispering at him was taunting him. Taunting me. He begins to cry out to me over the speaker.

"P-pleas-" He's interrupted by whoever is with him.

"Within the doll's hand is a scalpel. With it, you are to cut the entirety of the pinky of your choosing off within a certain amount of time. If you succeed, you will be rewarded with a clue to your friend's location. If you fail, he will be left here- to rot- and it will be your fault." The other voice speaks up from the phone. I shriek out.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

The doll speaks, "Make your choice. Will you save your friend or will you cower at the cost?".

"HELP M-" The line cuts off.

I try to call back, multiple times. I lose track of how many times I redialed, but it doesn't pick up.

When I come to and realize the gravity of the situation, I hear a clicking. An alarm clock that Adam used is counting down- what happens if it reaches 0, I don't want to find out.

I look at the door quickly- I consider running. I consider abandoning my friend. I consider never thinking about him again and keeping my pinky. A million ways of justifying leaving my friend, the man who cares for me when I'm drunk, a man who holds my head when I throw up, a man who buys me groceries with his last 10 dollars when I have nothing left. A man who I argue with more times than I can count.

But I don't run. I can't bring myself to run. I can't abandon my friend.

I look at the clock. 1:34 left. Not alot of time to hype myself to cut off my finger- but enough.

I glance at the doll. Its sinister grin sends shivers down my spine. I don't let me sway my decision.

1:21 left. I take a breath and walk up to the doll. The eyes peer into me.

"D-don't worry Adam." I whisper.

1:15 left. I grab the scalpel. Well, it looks clean enough anyway- at least it's not some rusty bonesaw.

I walk with the scalpel and sit at the table. I breathe and breathe and breathe. I swallow.

0:47 seconds left. I raise the scalpel above my pinky on my left hand. The scalpel seems to get a mind of its own as it falls down. I stop myself. I dance this dance a couple times. I sike myself out, but I realize I'm wasting time.

0:12 seconds left. I cut the my left pinky off. The red from my hand seems to spill everywhere. I'm sure he'll forgive me in the long run. He can't be too mad. I just cut my finger off for him.

I shriek in pain. That was the most pain I have ever felt. I can still feel my pinky, but it isn't there anymore.

I look at the clock while clutching my hand in pain.

0:02 seconds left. I passed.

I begin to feel dizzy, but a quick clicking sound gains my attention.

The dolls chest just opened. There's something paper inside.

I stumble over to the doll and grab it with my least bloody fingers. A map. A map of our town, but on it, a factory was circled.

The doll spoke up: "Congratulations (Y/N). You passed your first test. Continue to the location, and we will test your meddle. Adam awaits." It cackles at me.

I look down at my hand and the map.

"I won't let you down Adam." I tell myself. I hope he knows I won;t abandon him.

I'm coming, Adam.

[tachiguin]

If you were Kafka, what would you change in BSD

Sorry, this question has been sitting in my inbox for a very long time. I think it’s kinda hard for me to answer this question, because to a certain degree I’m tempted to say “I wouldn’t change anything at all”. Like, for all that I criticize media like Bungou Stray Dogs for various things, I also think that the media we consume shouldn’t be required to be so perfect that there’s nothing to criticize. If anything, criticism is a major part of what drives discussion in fandoms. Moreover, as much as I may feel “Kafka Asagiri shouldn’t have done X”, I’m not really inclined to want to change X about the series? Maybe it’s just because I approach it from the mindset of a reader, not an author, but I think that its OK for me to disapprove of certain aspects of a series, and still not want anything to change about it. Like, if I was given full control to change anything I wanted, it probably wouldn’t be the same Bungou Stray Dogs at all, starting with Mushitarou’s awful hairstyle, BTW. Honestly I might just kill the guy off if it was up to me, I don’t really like looking at his face……. but I digress!

Having said that, I still do think certain aspects of the series could be changed to better appeal to myself. But again, I don’t want anyone to think that my opinion is more “correct” than what Kafka Asagiri himself decided for the series. This is literally just my personal thoughts on the matter, just like how if it was up to me Oguri Mushitarou and his slimy hair would not exist in Bungou Stray Dogs, even though, objectively, he’s fine and well written and nothing really needs to change about him, except I really want him to sue his plastic surgeon, and his hairdresser, like hello? Way to make a guy look unrecognizable, I guess.

Sorry, I’ll stop trashing on poor Mushitarou. I’m serious though.

The two major changes I’d make are the role of female characters in the series, and also the way that the concepts of self-sacrifice and “honorable suicide” are presented. I think these aspects are the biggest gripes I have with the story, but I also think that, especially in regards to the latter, the series wouldn’t necessarily be the same, or even “better”, if it was changed.

I’ve never really made a post going in depth about how I feel in regards to BSD’s female cast, but I’ve mentioned before that I think the fandom really underrates most, if not all, women in Bungou Stray Dogs. But in retrospect, I can’t really blame it all on the fandom’s general misogyny; the way that Asagiri portrays women in his story doesn’t really do anything to discourage the lack of appreciation for his female cast. The thing is that she’s almost always the side chick. She’s an accessory to hang off of his arm. She’s motivated solely by him, whether that be his goals, or just because she—and it’s never really explained why—is deeply and hopelessly in love with him. Who is this “she”? Who am I talking about, in particular? Literally every female character, barring maybe Yosano, might fit the descriptions I gave above. That’s how bad Kafka Asagiri is at giving his female characters agency.

It’s okay to have a character with a plotline that’s intertwined with another character. It’s okay to have a character that’s motivated by external forces. It’s okay to have a supporting character who doesn’t really do much except move the plot forward. It’s starts to become annoying when all of these characters are women, while their male counterparts get the better end of the deal.

Sometimes I hear people say that Kafka Asagiri is good at writing women, and I think, in response, that shounen anime has truly brought our standards down, six feet under the dirt where every interesting female character to exist in animanga is buried. Yes… Asagiri doesn’t shy away from writing female characters who can fight, and even, gasp! Fight well, but this is literally the bare minimum, especially for a magical setting that takes place in the modern age. Asagiri can create female characters with interesting traits and a lot of potential, then subsequently assign all of her traits to serve a male character’s narrative, while actively sabotaging any potential she had by utilizing her as a plot device.

And maybe I would be less annoyed if it went both ways. Kyouka has saved Atsushi quite a handful of times, why doesn’t he worship the ground she walks on and dedicate his entire life to helping her fulfill her goals? Actually, on this topic, the reason why is because Kyouka doesn’t have any substantial goals outside of being Atsushi’s sidekick for life. Now, I absolutely adore Kyouka and Atsushi’s relationship, found family is still my favorite troupe ever, but it’s noticeable that while Atsushi’s search for self-esteem and a so-called “reason to live” is the literal narrative core of the series, Kyouka, who had found herself struggling with a similar internal conflict, is by comparison, almost never explored further. When was the last time the story checked back up on Lucy, and how she’s feeling? Yeah, she’s in a better place now, but isn’t she still haunted by her years at the orphanage, under the Guild’s thumb, being treated like a pawn on the chessboard, just as so many male characters have been shown to feel in wake of their own traumatic experiences? Doesn’t she struggle to find a new purpose in life, now that she’s no longer stuck doing someone else’s bidding just to survive?

We only ever see a brief glimpse into the thoughts and feelings of BSD’s female cast, before the door slams shut, and they’re relegated to some background role where it doesn’t really matter how she feels, she just wants to help the guy who saved her life, that’s all we really need to know before we can start advancing the plot again. Well, I want to know more. 

It would also be great to have more female characters who are motivated by something other than her desire to help or hurt another—oftentimes male—character. How come he’s allowed to delusionally seek world domination, and she isn’t? How come he’s allowed to desperately want to save everyone in spite of a cruel reality, and she isn’t? How come he’s allowed to be motivated almost solely by his selfish need for the validation of another, and she isn’t?

Which brings me to another avenue to consider: characters like Akutagawa and Rampo are shown to be fanatically devoted to another character, to the point that Dazai or Fukuzawa could say “Jump,” and they’d be in the air even before asking “How high?”. But here’s the thing: Akutagawa’s devotion is entirely self-centric, and it’s examined as such. He doesn’t selflessly want to help Dazai, no questions asked, he craves the peace of mind that Dazai’s affirmation would bring about, and consequently does anything he can to gain that validation. Not only that, but it’s portrayed as unhealthy and a problem when Akutagawa blindly does whatever Dazai asks of him, but somehow, this doesn’t apply to Louisa and Fitzgerald, Teruko and Fukuchi? Hmmmmmm!

Simply put, there’s a double standard here, and I’d like it to change, because BSD really does have a female cast with a lot of potential, if only Asagiri cared to utilize it.

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In regards to Thing I'd Want To Change #2, I remember tag-dumping about this awhile back, but it somewhat bothers me that in order to pass the Detective Agency’s entrance exam, Atsushi and Kyouka were required to put their lives on the line to save another (even though, in Atsushi’s case, it was all staged). This might not have been a problem for me if the Detective Agency weren’t the good guys in this—or even if it was emphasized in some other manner that it’s OK to save yourself first, like c’mon, that’s just common sense, they teach you such in elementary school during a fire drill. But unfortunately, not only was Kyouka’s feelings on the matter never expanded on, Atsushi continues to believe that he needs to save people to deserve to live.

However, I do think that there’s still room for development here. Bungou Stray Dogs is not a completed work, so who’s to say that Atsushi won’t have a different outlook on life by the final chapter? Moreover, I think that in the situation where Atsushi first reached this conclusion (on the subway with Yosano and Kaji), Atsushi was probably in a worse mindset prior. For him, he felt that he wanted to live, but that he didn’t deserve to, so therefore, in order to justify his own existence, he grasped a “reason to live”, a motivation to not simply give up and perish right then and there, alongside a train full of innocent people. It was a very “in the moment” kind of thing, that would serve as a foundation for later developments. Again, I think it’s fine that this is his way of thinking now, but someone genuinely needs to tell this boy that it’s not a matter of “reasons” or whether he deserves to or not, living is just something we do without really thinking about it, so its okay if that he lives in that kind of unapologetic manner.

Still, the Detective Agency’s exam is kind of harsh, yet I don’t think it’s necessarily something I would do away with completely, as much as I would reframe it to better fit the message I would want to send. The thing is that working at a superpowered organization that regularly gets into scuffles with the local mafia is in no way safe, and your life insurance probably won’t cover it when you get magically killed and dumped in the river. So it is understandable if a minimum requirement for becoming a member is that you’re okay with getting caught in life or death situations on a semi-frequent basis. It may also be a desired trait that you’d be willing to rescue civilian lives at little benefit to yourself, though not necessarily always in the context of self-sacrifice. Sure, it’s a crazy way of interviewing for these attributes, but it’s not like people don’t lie on their resume, and also, the Detective Agency was established early on to be full of crazy people. You must be this bugfuck insane to join, if you fail the vibe check you die, sorry!

In all seriousness, I think the concept of living, and in particular, having a reason to live, are a major part of Bungou Stray Dog’s themes, and changing it to suit my own opinions better would probably drastically uproot whatever message Asagiri wanted to send, whatever feelings and opinions of his own that he injected into the characters of Atsushi, Dazai, Kyouka, and the like. Even if I myself do not fully agree with the narrative, I still think its okay to have media that tells a different feeling, shares a different experience, and presents a different opinion.

Anyway, this got really long, sorry I was too lazy to include many embedded pictures to break up the text walls. If you read this far to the end then I appreciate and love you dearly, hopefully I made some degree of sense and didn’t just sound like I was rambling out of my ass.