#Local Man 002

[khakilike]

Local Man #2, Tony Fleecs and Tim Seeley

[luvistqrzzz]

THE ACCIDENTAL POLAROID- a heeseung smau

we took a polaroid

capture the look in your eyes

PAIRINGS- heeseung x f.reader (slight sunghoon x f.reader)

SUMMARY- Lee Heeseung doesn't believe in love at first sight but what happens when he accidentally clicks a polaroid of a girl at the local diner? A girl he can't seem to get out of his mind.

Will he be able to return you the polaroid or will love follow him along the way?

GENRE- smau with written parts, college!au, strangers to lovers, fluff, crack, angst (veryyy slight), slight love triangle

FEATURING- 02z + sunoo from enhypen, yunjin and chaewon from le sserafim, beomgyu and hueningkai from txt and yujin from ive

WARNINGS- profanity, more tba in the respective chapters

TAGLIST- closed - @yenqa @xuimhao @ddazed-lhs @astrae4 @ghostiiess @seungminstaehyun @haechansbbg @chaechae-23 @ak-aaa-li @whippedforbeomgyu @ahnneyong @ineedaherosavemeenow @jhopesucker @j-wyoung @tnyhees @liliansun @rikizm @jadeluvsenha

STATUS- completed

UPDATE SCHEDULE- whenever i can tbh </3

STARTED- 25/04/2023

ENDED- 08/06/2023

NOTE- this is purely a work of fiction and it in no means represents the idol irl. also the pictures of yn are for reference purpose only. I have no intention of copying anyone, i really apologize beforehand if the idea or plot coincides with some other smau.

A/N- this is inspired by Jonas Blue's song Polaroid (check it out asap its a bop!!) ik ik i have another smau to update but i posted this one on impulse lolol... hopefully will begin with it soon <3! omg its already midnight here i think i really need to sleep lmfao😭😭

MOODBOARD | PLAYLIST

PROFILES- singlez+betrayer// young dumb stupid

CHAPTERS-

001- reason for my poverty

002- and i oop- (partly written::: 0.3K)

003- yunjin got brains

004- "responsible good friend" with a plot twist

005- Mr.H

006- plan failed? 100%

007- running late is not fun (partly written::: 0.2K)

008- simpsons minus the "son"

009- de-rizz someone with 0 rizz??

010- chaewon gets a happy meal (and third wheels)

011- HALF ver. - umbrella crisis

╰┈➤FULL ver.- weird feelings (partly written::: 0.2K)

012- ✨jEaLoUsY✨

013- 1/i■€h33$€♡&¿

014- Make dem moves

015- liquid courage gone wrong (written::: 0.5K)

016- smiley faced emoji

017- on read

018- FML

019- man w a mission

020- Love, Y/N ( written::: 0.47K )

021- it's like a polaroid love- FINALE- ( written::: 0.5K )

it's only a matter of time

before it starts fadin'

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[castillon02]

Trust But Verify

(For the whump table prompt 'betrayed' and the word count table free space (350). Happy 007 Fest!)

"The function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.” M closed the book, his voice heavy with regret. 

Q clenched his glass. It was largely because of M that James Bond would never use his time again. 

“To James,” they toasted: Tanner, Nomi, Q, Moneypenny. M. 

The alcohol burned down Q’s throat.   

Shortly after 007 had left a bottle of champagne in lieu of a vehicle, 002 had been captured in a remote part of Kazakhstan. He’d had Smart Blood in his system; Q had steered backup to his location within six hours. “He’s not here,” Nomi had reported. 

“What are you talking about? Of course he’s—” 

“There’s a dialysis machine in the corner and an IV hooked up to a local.” 

Q had swallowed and stared at the resting heart rate on his screen: 58 beats per minute. A little high for Tom, he’d thought, but he’d dismissed it as related to an injury or sedative. Instead they’d suborned Q’s connection to his agent and stolen him away. 

They’d found Tom’s body two days later. 

“This is not your fault,” Mallory had told him afterward. “But I think you can see why there’s a new interest in DNA-locking your nanobots to their intended Smart Blood targets.” 

Nanobots and DNA. Q had done the research, made the connections, constructed the prototypes that Obruchev must have used as the foundations for Heracles. He’d done it despite the prickling in the back of his mind that said, eugenics, that said, how much do we trust any government to—

But he’d thought of Tom, and This is M, he won’t— 

Only now James was gone, his days not wasted but stolen.  

In the present, Mallory said, “Right, back to work,” exuding the weariness of a general.  

Had Mallory only taken advantage of Tom’s death? Or had he orchestrated it, working towards Heracles even then? 

M had lost his right to secrets. To privacy. To biosecurity. 

If necessary… Well. The UI for Heracles ought to be familiar enough.  

[kairiscorner]

omg i have a request for denji 🤭🤭 first off:: time skip (aka high school) fluff pls, fem!reader, maybeee something like the reader was gonna go on a date (planned to meet up at the local park?) but got stood up and while denji is going on a walk he spots her and recognizes her from school (same class or just saw in halls idc) decides to take her on a date?? idk it sounds cute lolol

hearts' day 002.

a surprise date with denji.

"what's got you all sad and stuff?"

a gruff voice asked you while you sobbed into your now wet palms. you looked up slowly at him with watery eyes and trembling lips, hoping you didn't look so pathetic, like you didn't just get stood up on a date you waited a whole week for.

you sniffed back your snot and blinked away your hot tears as you realized it was that blonde kid in your class, hayakawa, asking you what was up with you–his pinky finger gracefully shoved away in his nostril, picking his nose, while he looked down at you with his amber colored irises.

you didn't know what was more pitiful, the fact you got stood up by someone you really liked and were left alone after waiting around for them for nearly 3 hours at this point, or the fact that you were being sort-of-but-not-really comforted by a stranger, who wasn't exactly a stranger, from your class, picking his nose for a sizeable booger.

with a shaky breath, you looked up at the color of the setting sun–the deep, fiery red, orange, and yellow hues in the sky reminding you of how long it had been since you arrived in this damned park, only to be made a fool out of when nobody arrived to take you to the date you really, really looked forward to going.

"...i got stood up." you muttered, wiping away your tears as your gaze fell down to your bright, shining shoes that you bought specifically to impress your date. denji let out a small, 'huh' sound, and sat next to you on the bench; flicking away a small booger he caught, then wiping his finger on his shirt after.

"well, what if we went on a date?" he asked you nonchalantly. your eyes widened at his suggestion, but a part of you felt a little grosses out by it. "us?" you asked in sheer confusion. "yeah. what, don't wanna go on a date with the one and only chainsaw man? too scared ta do it? i bet you are." he said with a mischievous grin and a devilish tone of mockery in his voice as he challenged you.

this boy always said he was chainsaw man, not like anyone–nor you–believed him, but at this point, you were too broken up to really give a damn about anything else he was saying aside from the fact he was more than willing to take a pretty girl who's been disappointed and heartbroken out for the night of her life.

you sighed, leaning your head against the bench's backrest and shrugged. "okay." you murmured, making denji chuckle and stand up. he extended his clean hand towards you and gave you a sharp, toothy smile. "i've got a game of uno waiting for us back at my place, and a little devil to take care of, but she's not gonna give a shit. maybe."

you find yourself chuckling ironically at how sweet his gesture is, offering to take you to his place to play a game of uno, maybe get some takeout from that chinese place he's been mumbling to himself about craving their food for, and maybe brewing you some tea even though he hates it–all because he's heard you like it.

"ya like tea?" he asked you when he turned to you, not realizing you two were holding hands this whole time. you snap out of your inner thoughts and look him in the eyes. you nod and raise an eyebrow in surprise. "how'd you know?"

"dunno, y'seem like the type to like tea. you're like... all pretty and sweet and shit, y'know? and i heard you talkin' to yer friends once about this tea house y'really wanted to go to someday, so... yeah, if i get the money, i'll take ya there. but fer now, yer stuck with the denji hayakawa special brew." he joked, making your cheeks feel a little warm at how thoughtful he was being without even trying.

something tells you this new surprise date would be a little better than you expected, hopefully.

[patibato]

[Bitter Sweet Sixteen] 002-A24 - Eat, Smile, Have a Blast

*crowd chattering*

Momiji: Wow~ so many people! It looks like all the tourists have gathered here!

(Everyone travelled for the festival, huh. …I'm really glad it opened without issue.)

…Hm?

Customer A: Excuse meee, I'd like to buy a three pack of baby castella with the special syrup.

Ushio: Right, hold on a moment…!

Customer B: I'll take a five pack!

Ushio: R-right…!

Customer C: No way! This is delicious! The special syrup is pretty good! I'll get it as a souvenir! Sir, make it a ten pack~!

Ushio: -…! Ri…! Right!

Momiji: Amazing. It's busy as hell…

Nanaki: Hey. It's been like that since the festival started.

Momiji: Nanaki-kun, Kiroku-kun! Good work!

Kiroku: …Good, work… to you… too…

Nanaki: Um, Chief. If it's alright… well. Our hands are free at the moment.

We were thinking we could help Kurama-kun out with the stall. The waiting customers are gonna get bored at this rate.

…Will that impact our grade?

Kiroku: … We'll … do our… best.

Momiji: Huh!?

(Nanaki-kun and Kiroku-kun came to offer help themselves…)

-… Of course! Just ask if there's anything you don't understand! Let's do our best to provide hospitality!

*omotenashi battle*

Momiji: Thanks for the help, you two! Our dear customers seemed very happy! Right, Ushio-kun!

Ushio: …Well, they got sold quicker than if I did it alone. It's a natural result of multiple people maintaining it… …

…It helped. Here, as thanks. It's the castella I'm selling.

Kiroku: …You're… thanking…

Nanaki: Here's hoping it doesn't start raining again. …Thanks for the food.

Chew chew… …!?

Delicious…

Ushio: …Hmph.

Nanaki: The moment the mild syrup flavour enters your mouth, an aroma spreads out like you're on a prairie…

The gentle sweetness of the sponge softly creeps up on you, like flowers garnishing a pure dreamscape…

A miraculous harmony that wouldn't be possible without both—a magnificent combination of saltiness and sweetness, with a somewhat nostalgic feeling…!

What is this… until I swallowed it, I had a Jimu Hen* guitar solo running through my brain…

Momiji: Amazing! Looks like you've got a talent for food reviews too, Nanaki-kun!

Nanaki: Ah, no, it was just too good, so I ended up…

Kiroku: … …

… …

Momiji: (Kiroku-kun's fully focused on eating. …Cute.)

Oh right, Ushio-kun.

Ushio: What.

Momiji: The lady who prepared the baby castella machine was praising you. She says you should have told them that you'd properly brought all the ingredients with you, instead of going "I forgot the syrup~".

"It's the first time I've had such delicious sweets" she said, so she's thankful.

Ushio: … I mean, I just did what I was supposed to.

Momiji: (So he says, but his cheeks are turning a bit red. He's embarrassed, huh.)

—Everyone really put their all into this. The fireworks were also a wonderful success, and both the tourists and the locals were very pleased. You really livened things up!

Nanaki: The music did?

Momiji: Of course! The sound source was far better than the one they'd been using before, and both young and old people enjoyed it!

Nanaki: Really!?

Momiji: Really. There's already a video online. They're saying the way it's matched with the fireworks is the best, and the number of views is doing good.

Nanaki: I see!

Ah, no. …It's because I worked hard. Yeah.

Momiji: Kiroku-kun's lantern is also really popular, it's addictive eeriness is considered cute—

Kiroku: …Huh…

Momiji: It seems like it's become a photo spot. Lots of pictures are being uploaded to social media.

Kiroku: Re… …rea, lly…? But… it's not… fin… ished…

Momiji: Being unfinished isn't as bad as you think.

Kiroku: …

Momiji: The clear skies brought a good turnout, and the management side was pleased too. Everyone's having so much fun—I, I'm so moved… …

Ushio: …You're quite the crybaby, for an adult.

Momiji: S-sorry. Looks like the sea breeze got in my eyes.

(At any rate, the kid who did the most to ensure everyone's efforts bore fruit like this was—)

Akuta: He~y there! 'Tis I, the man who will completely eviscerate the competition for the Kurodemy** Director Prize!

Muneuji: Good work, everyone.

Momiji: Akuta-kun, Muneuji-kun, good work!

Akuta: Ah~ this takoyaki is seriously good! The okonomiyaki's cooked all fluffy, and the oden's so flavourful~! Stall food is the best!

Nanaki: Aaah, you've bought so much, even though Sakuchan-sensei said we'd go out for food at the after party…

Akuta: Nope~ I remember that clear as day. When I passed in front of the stalls, I got 'em for free!

Ushio: Bet you were looking real greedy. Or like a starving puppy.

Kiroku: Isotake does… make you want… to give… food… to him…

Muneuji: As they're a representation of everyone's kindness, we couldn't refuse. Though I did say to not eat them now, and save them for later.

Momiji: He couldn't help himself, huh.

Akuta: No problem! My stomach is infinite! It's still only ten percent full!

Sakujiro: Ah, here you all are. It seems the store will be ready soon. We will be going to the same place we got Hishio bowls at on the first day.

Momiji: Since we'll be leaving Shodoshima tomorrow, we should absolutely all eat together this time.

Akuta: Hi-shi-o! Hi-shi-o!

Kiroku: …

Nanaki & Ushio: …

Muneuji: We'll all be participating, then.

Kiroku: … It… seems… that way.

Muneuji: …

Ushio: …

Kiroku: …Will you two… be… o… kay?

…You won't…… get into a…..

Akuta: What's that? You'll share half your Hishio bowl? With me? Hooray! Thanks!

Kiroku: …!? That's not—

Akuta: Huh, did you say you'll share your miso soup too? You're seriously a god, Kiroku! Thank you thank you~~~!

Kiroku: …I, didn't… say…

Momiji: (It somehow feels like they're not on the same page…)

At any rate, let's set off!

Nanaki: What do you mean you launched the egg!?

Akuta: Yep! It went boom!

Momiji: Hm? What did?

Nanaki: Nothing, we're discussing a movie.

Don't yell.

Muneuji: We negotiated with the egg, and this is how things turned out.

Nanaki: You mean it could communicate? The egg? I didn't think it seemed much like a living creature.

Muneuji: If you're asking if it reacted like it had a living body, it didn't. However, I could sense some kind of purpose from it.

Akuta: It was like a space communication device? Controlled remotely, like a radio controlled car~

Nanaki: So now, the egg is…?

Akuta: We searched the mountain for a bit, but couldn't find it!

Muneuji: I fear it may have burst into tiny pieces.

Nanaki: Wow… seriously…?

Akuta: No way! It doesn't have such a weak nature! It's an egg.

We'll definitely meet again someday. Somehow—I can just tell.

Nanaki: You're really confident about a baseless assumption. …Well, it's fine. Whatever you do, don't let Kinugawa-kun know.

He seemed really attached to the egg. I'm sure he'll be hurt if you tell him it might have burst.

Muneuji: Understood. I shall tell him that it returned to the sea itself.

*ジムヘン/Jimu Hen is a reference to Jimi Hendrix, often abbreviated to ジミヘン/Jimi Hen in Japan

**The Kurodemy Prize is a real thing, but it seems to be a manga award with no subcategories, so I'm not sure it's actually a reference to that

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Masterlist

[calsvoid]

for the character ask 002 Bobby Nash

(I love how you're fighting with polls, I also hate that you can't delete them)

character ask game

reply threads are so great tumblr can you make a fucking x button for polls

anyway

version two — give me a character and i will tell you:

how I feel about this character:

i need to fuck that old man

and then also hold him tight and keep him safe because he needs stability and love in his life and let him know that he never needed to be perfect or even great and the pain he suffered wasn’t a punishment it was just life and it’s not his time yet

all the people I ship romantically with this character:

it’s athena it’s just athena who else no one could beat THE athena grant they’re soulmates i love them they’re so perfect each other THE married couple of all time even if i wanted to ship anyone else i couldn’t because she’s literally right there and nobody else matters

my non-romantic OTP for this character:

will never not hate rockmond for taking away bobby and michael bestieism from me they were perfect together husbands in law besties god brought them together because god can be kind sometimes and by god i mean tim there was always support between the two of them and they were so good at communicating their issues and urghhh just every scene between the two of them is amazing

also him and the kids like the firehouse field trip and all his moments with may and always caring about them ugh i love this family if they don’t give me more moments next season ill fight someone

my unpopular opinion about this character:

i think the only one i have remotely is that i don’t want him to retire yet, i think they absolutely could do well with it (especially if that one food truck idea gets followed through ppeawepleaseoleasepleawepleaseeapsleapslewapslw) but ill just miss him as captain even though i know his attitude towards his job isn’t like athena’s so it might happen but ill be sad because change is hard

one thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

um his fucking house didn’t burn down

no bc i get it but oh my fucking god BRING THE GRANT NASH HOUSE BACK TO ME TIM YOU ARE EVIL AND YOU BETTER BE READY WHEN I FIND YOU

also my previous answer before season seven probably would’ve been more details on his childhood but guess what tim hates me and he wants to make both me and my husband suffer through the horrors

my OTP:

me and bobby

lol no it’s bathena of course it is, they are such a beautiful couple and i’m on my rewatch and “thanks for coming to get me” “always” never fails to make me a believer in true love like it is insane how much love you can pack into one word they’ve always got each other’s backs and they are just soooo in love they’re everything to me

my crossover ship:

once again no one because i’m not big into crossovers unless real life counts then it’s me and bathena

a headcanon fact:

i like to think after he retires he’ll be a lot more involved in charity work and whatnot, like he’d probably still help a lot with the 118 fundraisers and then do more with his local church. he and buck would probably make homemade meals and donate them to a shelter idk i just think it’s cute. and the firefam kids help too because kindness and volunteer hours

[beshex]

HISTORICAL HEADCANONS ┈ TIMELINE PT. 1

001 ┈ Viktor embraced the era's fashion and societal norms, blending into the upper echelons of society as a refined gentleman. His business ventures thrived, and he became known as a patron of the arts, often frequenting operas and art galleries in London and Paris. 002 ┈ As scientific breakthroughs took center stage, Viktor became captivated by the era’s obsession with the mysteries of life and death. For the first time, he considered the possibility of sharing his secret with a few trusted mortal companions. He frequently mingled with scientists experimenting in anatomy, electricity, and even reanimation, quietly observing from the sidelines. Though he never fully revealed his true nature, he sometimes offered discreet financial support to those whose curiosity mirrored his own. 003 ┈ Viktor was deeply drawn to the Gothic culture of the time. He had numerous romantic entanglements with poets, writers, and women who were fascinated by the occult. These relationships often ended tragically due to his eternal nature, leaving Viktor with more melancholic memories. He is forever haunted by his maker. The other who ripped him from his family and drew him into the darkness. 004 ┈ Viktor roamed the fog-shrouded streets of Victorian London, a shadowy figure whose presence became the stuff of whispered legend. His nocturnal wanderings sparked rumors of a dark man seen only in the dead of night. Though he was known for his occasional acts of kindness, it did little to ease the fear he inspired. Locals wove tales of him into their ghost stories, convinced there was something more sinister behind his unsettling aura. 005 ┈ Viktor immersed himself in the spiritualist movements and occult circles flourishing during the Victorian era, often attending séances not out of belief, but curiosity. He sought out individuals who grasped the deeper, hidden forces of the universe. As these mortals grew more theatrical in their fascination with the supernatural and divine, Viktor found it easier to steer attention away from the truth about the Others. The more obsessed they became with the dramatic spectacle of ghosts and mysticism, the more comfortably Viktor and members of the high council could move among them, shrouded in intrigue yet unnoticed for what they truly were.

[comicwaren]

“Local stuff. No big deal.” -- Nightcrawler

Cover art for Uncanny Spider-Man #002, “Blue Streak”

Art by Tony Daniel and Sonia Oback

[givemeanaccountalready]

Musings on Deep Cover

So, I was fiddling with my ladies of Milgram post, and uh, I started thinking about Kotoko's diss track.

The lyrics transcribed on the Deep Cover video are:

UNDER Doltish 001 Parasite / UNDER Obscene 002 Slut / UNDER Incessant 004 Phony Queen / UNDER Doomed 005 Dissection Pawn / UNDER Concealing 007 Deceiver / UNDER Inept 011 Guard

My favorite is Ninjastic Cheetah's fan edit on YouTube which has these lines:

UNDER A worthless 01 parasite / UNDER A vulgar 02 slut / UNDER A stubborn 04 perjury / UNDER Unsalvageable 05 dissection / UNDER Lying 07 madman / UNDER Unloved 11 prison guard

Again, I love the psychic damage of "unloved" being Es's insult, but that's not the point I want to discuss before I turn in for the night.

Don't get me wrong. I love the diss track. I really do, but if I were Kotoko, I would have gone for the jugular and called out their insecurities when dropping names to emphasize how little I thought of how their justifications:

UNDER Fatal 001 leech / UNDER Lonely 002 little girl / UNDER Whiny 004 usurper / UNDER Short-sighted 005 savior / UNDER Selfish 7 manipulator / UNDER Misguided 011 pretender

Now, as fun as that was, this wasn't just a little aside. In Kotoko's diss track, she doesn't say anything that couldn't have been picked up from listening to voice dramas (if Kotoko did in fact eavesdrop on all the other prisoners' interrogations) or found within the timeline conversations. In their second trial interrogations, Yuno admits to being a sex worker and having an abortion, while Kazui laments the fact that he's lived his entire life as a liar and states that he should have kept lying for Hinako's sake. Shidou agrees with Es that his murders involved his work as a doctor and hints that pressuring families to donate the organs of their brain-dead loved ones wasn't the only murder he's done. I've kind of said it before when I said "Local man discovers empathy," but I think he pushed patients to undergo risky, new surgeries in hopes that it would treat their conditions, and it was only when his wife and two boys were in the hospital that he realized the terror those families felt when their loved ones went under the knife. Haruka admitted to killing things smaller than him to gain his mother's attention and his unhealthy dependence on approval from his "mother" figures is obvious in the second trial. Muu contradicts herself a lot when defending herself from what she perceives to be abuse and preens under the positive attention Haruka gives her. She does seem to think herself above approach like a queen would. With Es? I think it was Kazui who said it best back during the first trial: the only difference between Es and the prisoners are the roles assigned. Undermining their authority and implying they can't do their job is a surefire way to piss off Es. Why do I bring this up?

I think Kotoko may know less than we and Es do.

Mainly because it hasn’t really been explained how the song extraction device works. We know that it pulls memories from an individual’s subconscious and turns them into a musical number. We know that the in-universe explanation for the time gap between trial songs is that it needs to charge between uses. That’s stuff Jackalope told us back in the Welcome to Milgram video. From the voice dramas, we know the general procedure is that a prisoner is called to the interrogation room, Es arrives late as a power move and then interrogates the prisoner until the bell sounds and we can hear machines or something whirring and clanking in the background. Since it’s an audio, we don’t know what the interrogation room looks like before and after the bell tolls, but there seems to be an implication that the room changes and that the prisoners are belted into the chair. I’m not so sure if the chair is real but the first trial voice dramas have me an implication of the prisoners being restrained in some way.

If I had to guess, I would say that the round, bird cage like room we saw in Undercover and Deep Cover is the interrogation room. That would explain what the circular room on the map is (not the one with the numbered cells, the one opposite of that). Undercover implies that the song extraction device opens up to work, but we’re not told or shown how it pulls memories or how it depicts the music video. Es and the prisoner may very well be “asleep” while this process plays out mentally. Or it is projected somewhere within the interrogation room while the prisoner is “asleep” since none of them seem to remember what happens after the bell rings.

I have a thousand questions on how this device works. The only important one is how are the songs shown to Es, because if Kotoko knew exactly what some of the first trial Innocent prisoners had shown in their videos (namely, Haruka strangling his younger self and clearly bludgeoning something to death with a bloody rock, and Muu stabbing Rei), she most likely would have judged Es’s verdicts as faulty and attacked the prisoners based on how she views the crimes rather than relying on Es's verdict. I say this with confidence, because Kotoko has made it clear that her vigilante actives, both in Milgram and before, are a way for her to inflict punishment that others (namely the justice system) won’t dole out to the guilty. She has no problem with skirting the system to do that.

But, if the songs are only shown to Es and Es alone through some kind of mental link, then Kotoko is forced to take Es’s word on what they (and we, the audience) saw. Deep Cover made it clear that Es's refusal to condemn more prisoners is what ticked Kotoko off, since she sees mercy and compassion as weaknesses to be eliminated. Kotoko actually showed a remarkable amount of restraint when trying to sway Es back to her side. It wasn't until Es stood up to Kotoko that she lost her composure.

It also would partially explain why some say that Deep Cover is Kotoko’s musical version of a resume for the warden position. If there is stuff that Es knows that she isn’t privy to because of their warden position, then she needs to obtain either the warden status or an official deputy position to get that information to further influence how Es votes. If she is proving her worth to Es and Milgram, why wouldn’t her subconscious show her desire to be in control the way Es is?

[archivalofsins]

Lope:Ah, yeah- our recording devices still seem to be picking up noise from all facilities properly, our temporary one included. So, the prisoners are being recorded as they should be. I heard one facility had sprinkler issues? We're lucky that didn't damage any equipment but- Huh, management really should stop sending cottontails to do a hare’s job. Well at least everything’s still good- Oh, they've been up for a minute now haven't they? I'm late and the profiles weren't up in time. Stop the complaining. I did say I'd be testing things on top of running this Milgram. The transcripts of what has transpired will be up later.

Lope's Commencement

Daniel Prisoner 001

Mirelle Prisoner 002

Zareth Prisoner 003

Afra Prisoner 004

005 - Nell Newell

Place of Birth: Winona, Minnesota

Date of Birth: 11/11/2011

Age: 12

Ethnicity: African American/Caucasian

This one’s a bit of a strange case. He’s very relaxed in these circumstances and walks around as if this place were his own house. I haven’t really figured out what gets to them yet. He mentioned something about some time offline doing him some good. A decent cook for someone that age. His mannerisms make him come off like an old man. Maybe he was raised by older people. That sometimes happens, doesn’t it? Might have picked up the mannerisms from them.

Prisoner Color: #757D42

Permanent Record

Nell has perfect grades with 4.0 GPA. However, his attitude is rather perplexing for a child of his age. He complains about leg pain, the school chairs being uncomfortable on his back and the teacher writing too small on the board. His vision and physical health are good. We don’t understand why he’s behaving this way. We thought he was joking at the beginning of the year, but it’s persisted.

We assumed he had grandparents he was imitating but his mother says his grandparents passed away before he was born. It’s not as though it’s a large issue but it certainly isolates him from his peers. It is recommended that communication counseling continue for the rest of his middle school years until we’re able to help him out of this period he seems set in.

Nell: …

Worker: Hm? Are you- Perhaps interested in volunteering?

Nell: Yes. I would like to if that’s okay.

Worker: Oh, that’s perfect I’m sure they’ll love you! I never thought a kid your age would be interested in things like this.

Nell: …

To the Newells,

Nell has been a great help! He seems to be enjoying his time volunteering greatly. Thank you for giving him your permission to volunteer his time after school.

Sincerely,

XXXXX

Ms.Newell: Where have you been all this time.

Nell: Library. I walk over to it after school closes.

Ms.Newell: You know when you answer so quickly and in depth like that it comes off like a practiced response.

Nell: . . .

Ms.Newell: They still haven’t taught you how to speak in natural way at that school… What point is there in me having you go there then?

Nell: Education is important. You said so.

Ms.Newell: Education can only get you so far being a decent communicator is important to. People need workers that seem personable.

Nell: I’ll work on it more.

Ms.Newell: Well if you’re good looking enough when you’re older you’ll just have to stand around and saying nothing. If you can’t be personable the next best thing to be is attractive! It’s not a full dead end so chin up.

Nell: . . . Thanks for the encouraging words.

Ms.Newell: What do we do when we thank someone?

Nell: Smile…

Ms.Newell: . . .

Nell: Thanks.

Ms.Newell: That’s better! That’s my baby boy, great job!

Missing child found sleeping in woods ten miles south of the local senior citizens center. The child was found with-

[dxsole]

FIVE THINGS! | Lázaro Vega

TAGGED BY: Stolen from @wornclean bc I too love association games! TAGGING: @devilmass, @bruisedconscience, @kiingsnake, @misshclly, @dogtccth, and anyone else who'd like to do this~!

EMOTIONS. 001 . Calm. Nothing ruffles his feathers outside of near-death experience, and you don't come across those often as a florist 002 . Elated. While he's not easily angered or annoyed, he's easily enthralled, easily excited. A particularly yappy dog in the street can make his entire week 003 . Contemplative. When you're surrounded by silence and enough greenery to trick yourself into thinking you're alone in nature, your mind wanders 004 . Personable. He could befriend the boogeyman 005 . Confusion. He's sometimes lost, sometimes a little behind other people, but that's okay because that just means he's about to learn something new

COLORS. 001 . Moss Green. An obvious choice, but still his favorite 002 . Mustard. Not sure why but he's always like that shade. It's like a more sophisticated yellow and it's great on a hot dog 003 . Black. Like his jeans, like his motorcycle, like his hair— it just goes with everything 004 . Purple. It's his wife's favorite color, so he always brings her bouquets of flowers in every purple shade he has. It grew on him and he can't look at it the same way now

SCENTS. 001 . Soil. That earthy scent of damp dirt after rainfall. It's under his fingernails, it's stuck to his jeans, it's under his shoes 002 . Lilac, Peonies, Jasmine, Roses. Every day its a slightly different bouquet depending on what he gathered for customers that day, but it's always sweet 003 . Old Spice. He thinks the commercials are funny 004 . Pot. It lingers on his clothes after a smoke, musky and earthy and good 005 . Honey. A local jar is in his shop's backroom to put on toast and in tea and leaves his fingers sticky

WARDROBE. 001 . The same floral shirt nightmares your beach house uncle wears 002 . Black jeans, black slacks, everything that hits his legs is black 003 . Ribbed wifebeaters to lounge in on hot days 004 . Thin gold chain swinging from his neck 005 . Italian loafers. It's the one part of his wardrobe he splurges on. He likes nice shoes

OBJECTS. 001 . Carving knife. Good for pruning the plants and carving the little wooden animal sculptures that litter his shop 002 . Family photos in his wallet. His grandparents sitting on a porch on a hot summer's day. His sister's at one of their graduations, all smiles. His kids lined up in front of the house, slightly blurred due to their toddler energy. A close-up of his wife mid-snort from some joke he told on their fifth date, it's not flattering but its her. 003 . Walkman. Yes, he still has one and yes he uses it. He is listening to Marky Mark on CD as we speak 004 . Jerky. He's got those sticks stashed everywhere. Man's gotta have his meat 005 . Sunglasses. Can't go anywhere without a pair. He's a cool guy

VICES. 001 . Doubt. It creeps in some days, the idea of not doing enough, not having succeeded enough, especially when his sisters were further ahead of him in every way 002 . Weed. Maybe he's got his head in the clouds a little too much, but it's a nice place to be 003 . Passive. Doormat at times without even realizing it. He's too chill

ACTIONS. 001 . Squints at everything. He has naturally sleepy eyes and it doesn't help that he just narrows them further at every inquiry 002 . Hip pops, leaning, just in general not standing or sitting straight or splaying himself over a seat because he's here to be comfortable 003 . Fancy footwork. Always has a slight spring in his step or a dance at the ready. Shoulders shimmy, hips sway, twirls on a heel 004 . Stares. Never means to be rude and certainly doesn't have anything deep going on behind his eyes. Probably thinking about lunch

SONGS. 001 . GOLD - BROCKHAMPTON 002 . Finesse - Bruno Mars Feat. Cardi B 003 . The Highs & The Lows - Chance the Rapper Feat. Joey Bada$$ 004 . sophisticated - bbno$ 005 . Good Vibrations - Marky Mark & The Funky Bunch

[agentbilliard]

saint senyoyi, better known as agent biliard has been with cerberus corp as an eo since 2023 and is LEVEL III. BEING CRUSHED BY A VENDING MACHINE has gifted them telekinesis, though PHYSICAL INFLUENCE WEAKENING WITH DISTANCE, DISTRACTIONS, AND LARGER WEIGHTS has also been noted. when they aren’t protecting the tri-state area, they are fond of playing rounds of fischer random by his lonesome and are never seen without A LEATHERBOUND JOURNAL. civilians think they are meticulous & benevolent, but some of the other agents see them as NEUROTIC & COWARDLY. cerberus corp should consider the fact that their last mission status was successful, although unsuccessfully cleaning up local garbage might have been more impressive when giving out the next one.

001.  GENERAL

name  saint senyoyi

nicknames  agent billiard, vender bender, any saint under the canonized sun courtesy of agent jester

age  thirty-four

date of birth  march 9, 1989

zodiac  answer

place of birth  harefield, hillingdon, london

current residence  brooklyn, new york city, new york

gender  cis man

pronouns  he/him

orientation  bisexual, biromantic

occupations  level iii agent at cerberus corp, mathematics teacher and head custodian at brooklyn academy of ostentatiously pubescent pricks

faceclaim  daniel kaluuya

height  5’8

tattoos  none (he does, however, have the divine patience and dearth of dignity required to doodle and calculate all over his forearms daily)

piercings  none (he does, however, have a fake nose ring from his stint in a school-sponsored production of annie wherein mr warbucks and his servants made liberal yet incorrect use of african-american vernacular english to teach middle schoolers about the cold war)

distinguishing features  there are few features of saint’s corporeal form that function as evidence of him being a good person, but at a minimum he has good grooming. his collars are pressed to perfection, his trousers are steamed to sublimity, his hair both facial and scalp-al is combed and clipped as much as possible. nonetheless, a good portion of his shirts are stained with presumably non-toxic paint or crumbs of a graphite muffin. the backs of his blazers are often adorned with sticky notes with adorable titles such as ‘YOUNGEST SENIOR CITIZEN’ and ‘NOBODY LIKES MATH’ and ‘MY FAVE FUNCTION IS =3’ from his students. what can he say? he’s sentimental to a fault. and far too broke to go to the laundromat every week.

positive traits  altruistic, diligent, humble, observant, organized, polite, pragmatic

negative traits  craven, cynical, deceitful, insecure, perfectionistic, pessimistic, unyielding

labels / tropes  absent-minded professor, bad liar, beware the quiet ones, stern teacher, the fettered

likes  alphabetical lists, dish washing, libraries, origami (he cannot do it whatsoever), pranks (if they’re done right), summer, students at brooklyn academy of ostentatiously pubescent pricks (at least they’re funny pricks)

dislikes  art museums, astronomy girlies (if he learns that he has pisces energy one more time he will lose it), drinking (hypocritical), level iii agents, living conditions in nyc (no relation to previous item), rollercoasters, the subway

fears  blood, cockroaches, crowds, death, disappointing his family, his family period, smooth peanut butter, snakes, spiders, vending machines

hobbies  assigning homework, billiards (surprising who?), playing chess, solving crosswords, scrabble, sudoku — only the coolest activities for him, obviously

habits  bites pencils when deep in thought, cracks back against chairs, gestures to whiteboards that simply don’t exist, writes with said pencils on imaginary paper

002.  EXTRA ORDINARY

near death experience…  

“you two! i swear on my non-denominational god that i am not forcing you to believe in, if i see you trying to axe deodorant the animals into making a little baby leopard in front of you, i’m calling your mums and telling them to pick you up this instant.”

the two snicker in response. saint isn’t sure how to respond if not with a wave of his hand, a pinch of his brow, a tour-guide-induced plug of his ear for when half his salary goes to dealing with the legal repercussions of incident number graham. this is his first field trip sitting in as a supervisor, and between the bloody boring itinerary his class has been breaking for the past few million hours and the boorish colleague he’s been paired up with he reckons that it will be his last. good riddance, he will say. good riddance, the class will say. really, the people of new york pay high enough taxes for their final destination to be more than a borough away. yet, here he stands in the densest stench he’s known since ap calculus was moved to seventh period.

this is not what he signed up for. you know what he said, when teachers asked what superpower he wanted to have? his voice would crack and his face would be lightning-split open into a barely-toothed grin and he would say he wanted to be a teacher because wow! they did so much for so little! and the teacher’s voice would crack and their face would be thundering with the truth and they would move on with their days because saint senyoyi had parents who hated him and peers who tolerated him and the guidance counsellor could deal with all that when she got back from happy hour.

he knows what he wants. something cold to drink. stupid brooklyn uniforms have gotten dark enough to hide period stains but continue displaying the effects axe deodorant has on his physiology with pure crystal. he excuses himself temporarily, tells the tour guide he’s off to the bathroom and that all the kids have do not resuscitates somewhere between their baggy pockets and knockoff gucci fanny packs, and gets to a vending machine. it’s bad, he knows, to continue to support capitalism and pollution after all the public service announcements from the lions of lying-about-admissions-policies colleges but it’s all he can afford and all that he wants and you know what superpower he did not wish for? guilt tripping. it’s a part of the faculty welcome package, but he’s never liked gifts.

no diet options. not like he cares. he hasn’t had much time to go to the gym lately. he just needs energy. a temporary fix.

the vending machine, he finds on a note far too small to be in compliance with the the occupational safety and health administration’s latest spicy issue, is temporarily unserviceable. not like he cares. he’s already annihilated the rules by leaving his class to their own devices, shiny and beepy and blackmail-filled as they are. this is just the narcotizing nightcap on the mushroom cloud. he slips a coin through the slot and waits.

and waits.

and waits.

and waits.

bloody hell. tommy j’s probably got his arse stuck between an alligator and a hard place by now, assuming sophie m’s greasy ipad hasn’t liquidated underneath the september sun. and assuming they haven’t broken up again, which is a flimsy variable by itself considering the seating arrangement’s got tommy j next to jason m and in front of jayson w and the three of them were exchanging notes yesterday like their lives depended on it. saint knocks on the glass. his parents never bothered to knock, but his sister had in the tune of an old ugandan choir song about welcoming and stars, so he does the same. welcome, cold coca-cola into his hands. welcome, please.

next he’s seeing stars. this is getting ridiculous. the machine is burping, whirring, choking, doing what saint should be doing as he details how the penguin populace has plummeted because of plastic straws and whatnot. he groans. only one thing left to do. he shakes.

and shakes.

and shakes.

and shakes.

next he’s seeing stars and blood and bone and you’re going to be a star saint because sophie m is taking a video of the entire ordeal as russell p drops his forged permission slip between sobs call 911 what’s the british version of 911 he’s english jayson same thing crapface pay attention in geology that’s geography jayson CALL 911 SCREAM CRY IS IT LUNCH IS HE DEAD SCREAM CRY I’M GETTING A REFUND CALL 911. there is glass everywhere. the ringing in his head is louder than the cries, the screams. pain is piercing yet heavy, paperwork that acts like a cactus to his poor eyes. that’s what he’s going to die as? the idiot who got crushed under a vending machine? no. he just needs to move. get out of the geysers and into a hospital that won’t charge him several billion dollars to get in.

he just needs to move.

he is not going to die before getting his one dollar bonus from the state exams.

SAINTS DO NOT DIE where did you come from father ABSOLUTE DISSOLUTION an inch towards the snake enclosure could save me SAVE YOURSELF swimming around nana’s lake house i wonder if i would taste good right now i wonder if a hot emt will try and save me SAVE YOURSELF you taught me how to swim by throwing me in the lake SAVE YOURSELF

he comes back with a massive headache, three exams to grade, and the power to move things with his mind. and a viral remix of his death, but he still hasn’t watched that in full. he’s told the chorus is incredibly vulgar.

power…  

“i wasn’t cheating!”

saint is making a scene for the first time since the tender age of five years old for bragging rights and a lukewarm beer. he hasn’t been accused of cheating since his preliminary foray into the cutthroat world of primary school mathletes, and that situation had the excuse of being started by a bespectacled potato sack no older than five years old herself. he’s kicked out for a myriad of reasons, none of which he believes are based on truth: he had fixed the game, he had fixed the bets, he had fixed his life and therefore had no business being with his friends. honestly? he thinks they just can’t look at him the same after seeing his broken body in a bed of glass, and he can’t blame them for that. he blames them for what happens, next, though.

he retreats to his apartment in shame, exile. daedalus has lost his son, he has lost his place on the top ten trivia masters. then he learns that he can fix everything in his apartment with nothing more than a mathematical buttload of attention and his mind. which, yeah, sounds boring when he puts it like that, but it’s telekinesis. objects already within arm’s reach require little to no effort to move towards him, while materials any farther than that require great concentration and a clear view to be moved. saint and telekinesis have a relationship comparable to a coparenting strategy on the verge of collapse, and none of it is particularly empowering. if he desires to take control of a stack of papers he has to focus on those papers, get an unobstructed path to those papers, stare at those papers for a solid few seconds wherein a hostile could stab him in the back. if he decides that he does not want to touch those papers, they have about a 50-50 chance of coming at him in an effortless tornado anyhow. it makes thinking inconvenient, which makes his life inconvenient. still, they’re something. he can lift roughly as much as he can with his arms, which is around the hundred-fifty pound mark with oscar-worthy thanks to a premium gym membership he passive-aggressively received from his mother some years back, although he has limits. many of them, in fact.

drawbacks / vulnerabilities…  

“shitterdoodle cookies.”

saint is on the same ground level of pathetic as his choice in curse words, for someone who has access to the school twitter account and all the bots that spam it for engagement. the heavier the object, the harder it is to move in manners that do not sound like nails on a chalkboard. the more he uses his ability, the more he is exhausted, liable to ramble about sensitive industry secrets or his feelings. neither will stop, neither will leave the conversational partner with any semblance of sanity. he has to be careful with how long he spends looking at anything, too, lest he drag some family heirloom other than his own through new york mud. also, everything he moves seems to really like his face. his pockets are nothing but bandaid collections by now.

cerberus corp…  

“and i am auditioning for the part of…”

that’s not quite right, is it? he clears his throat. a decade of teaching under his overly tight belt and there persists a lump in his throat whenever it must open. saint’s feelings on cerberus corp are complicated in the way that proving 1 + 1 = 2 is complicated. it’s a fact of life to most, easy to accept for some, but it’s also something that gets the smart alecks of the yearbook salivating and thus something he does not want to be involved in. well, strike that out and rewrite it in the past tense, his teachers would demand, for he now desires a status in american society that does not amount to school/fast food slander scene packs or graves with no return policy. his audition video was enough to get him invited for an in-person appointment, but he suspects that the possibility of him using lights and strings to get the effect of telekinesis pulled along a hundred-pound weight in comparison to his ounce of charisma.

he gets accepted, anyways, by some miracle. maybe it’s merely a seasonal investment in the marketability of a man who can soon hurl snowballs at unprecedented heights and velocities if he manages to concentrate. concentration is harder these days, however, and that descriptor of his career prospects comes with a near-overdose of pressure. he’s been with cerberus for roughly a month now, though the days blur with the hustle and bustle of extraordinarily tedious tasks assigned by the big bosses. saint is a worker bee to his core, though, and understands ranks, roles, and professional hierarchies better than breathing, so he questions nothing. as long as management of his powers is a possibility, the probability of him becoming a manger who has to do zero practical saving is above zero.

saint isn’t the best partner to have around, per se. his abilities are useful, but his personality isn’t much of an asset unless the mission involves stationary store espionage, and his desperation for a guide to everything is everlasting. nonetheless, he is nothing if not nice and accommodating to those he respects (ie everyone except agent jester. dishes can only go unwashed for so many days before his conscience is wiped clean of sanitary scruples) and aims for perfection. which isn’t the best philosophy to have around, per se, but at least he’ll do all the paperwork for you with zero prompting.

codename…  

“vender bender? i would rather die again than be called that for the rest of my life.”

it’s a joke, but saint’s never been proficient with making those. his comedy is a dependent variable, a misshapen animal lump coagulating to the back of circumstances that prove truth is stranger than fiction. proof: here, now, as his branding is being discussed in a manner far too formal for the setting they find themselves in. he has no idea how he got here, honestly. how he got with cerberus, how his card didn’t turn red at the door of the bar. he supposes it’s something like the pythagorean theorem, if the hypotenuse was meant to be the shortest side. he’s not the shortest level iii agent, thank the non-denominational god that he is not forcing anyone to believe in, but there is a nagging feeling that he does not belong, that however many lives he saves he will always be the guy stuck under the vending machine traumatising upwards of infinity children.

he’ll stick with something short and sweet, thank you very much. occam’s razor has never cut murphy’s law while shaving at three in the morning. it is time to show the party how real english billiards is played. he’s set up his own cushions at the left and right ends, shown off his custom snooker spectacles, let everyone know what a genius he is. this is his element, the art of arithmetic gambling. one shot and he’s set for the night, getting his drinks paid by everyone in a fifteen foot radius.

he takes the shot and gets his nose broken by the ball going straight to the hard, wooden edge and bouncing straight to his hard, idiotic face.

agent billiard. that’s a joke for the ages. it’s short, sweet, and a math pun. saint hates puns. cerberus loves the name. saint then decides he loves it, too, changing his social media handles accordingly.

(this is me begging for someone to have their agent suggest billiard after seeing saint smack himself in the face with a cue stick pls and thank you)

003.  EXTRA

tl;dr of backstory while i make it all nice and fancy: the middling middle child of a blackjack dealer for one of the most corrupt casinos in london and a professional sports gambler, saint has always wanted to help people. he’s just never liked people. he’s always liked math, though, and upon moving to the us of a for the sake of his older sister’s career in medicine, he made sure that, if he was to be ignored by his beloved parents, he would be ignored and rich. flash forward to getting his first job at his alma mater which has improved in much the same way that milk improves by growing curds and the lowest college admissions rate in the city, getting crushed by a vending machine, getting kicked out of his favourite bar for cheating at billiards with superpowers, and getting his cool agent nickname his cool agent roomie and his uncool first few missions; if you need a reluctant ass-kicker/incredible ass-kisser/high school math tutor, this is your guy. his mission suit is 100% an actual suit. it doesn’t look cool whatsoever tho it’s the same getup he got into for seventh grade winter formal <3 also he's a faithful reddit user. thats his biggest character flaw i think but he's addicted to r/billiards and does not intend on quitting ever

wanted connections page here!!

[1moremilgram-enjoyer]

Intro post time!

Hello members of the jury! I am 1moremilgram-enjoyer (nickname: FF), and I’m your

Local Amane Momose Apologist!*

*(Her character is nuanced and cannot be reduced to “a pure soul who’s done nothing wrong.” Understand I am aware of this fact and I am only calling myself an apologist in a hyperbolic sense. With that established, I voted her inno because she’s a pure soul who’s done nothing wrong)

This is a Milgram sideblog because it has consumed my brain. My main blog is 1moreff-creator, which is where my nickname comes from. If you want to talk to me about anything non-Milgram related, you might want to go there.

Planning to post analysis of all MVs and covers. Eventually.

Currently Voting:

-Mikoto: Innocent

-Kotoko: Guilty

New to Milgram? Check this post out!

Master List of analysis and theory posts under the cut.

All Prisoners:

>Everyone is Dead Theory [Long]

>Milgram references in Milgram videos [Short]

000 - Es:

>Hibana Cover Thoughts [Short]

001 - Haruka:

>Two Breaths Walking Cover Thoughts [Short]

>Some Thoughts on his Parallels with Yuno (+0910 parallels) [Medium]

002 - Yuno:

>Sticky Bug Cover Thoughts [Short]

>Some Thoughts on her Parallels with Haruka (+0910 parallels) [Medium]

>Hachiko Statue in Umbilical [Short]

003 - Fuuta:

>Mozaik Role Cover Thoughts [Short]

>Background Characters in Bring it On: the Five Man Band trope, user icons and graffiti patterns. [Long]

>Observation on Fiction v Reality [Short]

>Fire and water paralles between him and Amane [Short]

004 - Muu:

>Otome Dissection Cover Thoughts [Short - Medium]

005 - Shidou:

>Liar Dance Cover Thoughts [Short]

>Small Theory on Shidou's "scientific purposes" Note: I misread the VD, it actually says “selfish purposes” so please ignore the science thing. Shidou was, if anything, killing to save people not from his own family before his wife entered a come or whatever happened. (and some words on another theory) [Short]

>Of German and Triage Tags [Short]

006 - Mahiru:

>Psychogram Cover Thoughts [Short]

>Couch Symbolism [Short]

007 - Kazui:

>Lyric Placement and Background Shapes in Cat. [Long]

008- Amane :D

>Purge March Analysis [Long]

>Positive Parade Cover Thoughts [Medium - Short]

>Fire and water parallels between her and Fuuta [Short]

>Magic credits, Katakana vs Hiragana [Short]

009 - Mikoto:

Disclaimer, a few of these talk about Trikoto, but honestly I'm not sure how much I believe that theory now, so take them with a grain of salt

>Full Theory on the Murders [Long]

>Some Thoughts on his Parallels with Kotoko (+0102 parallels) [Medium]

>MeMe and Control over One's Own Destiny [Medium-Long] (Slightly outdated)

>The Wheel of Fortune in Double and the MeMe spreads [Long] (Slightly outdated)

>Dominant Hands in Mikoto’s videos: Part 1 - Part 2 + Accirax explains why maybe it’s not important [Medium] (Outdated please ignore this)

010 - Kotoko:

>HARROW Analysis [Extremely long]

>On the Jacques Roulet cap [Short]

>Kotoko's Clothes in HARROW. [Short-Medium]

>Some Thoughts on her Parallels with Mikoto (+0102 parallels) [Medium]

Others:

>Explaining how voting percentages (generally) work, with Amane's case as an example. [Short] The voting predictions aged not-great as expected, but the main idea stands.

[thehomebodydiaries]

homebody diaries .002.

the amount of reading that i’ve been doing lately makes me think of when i first discovered booktube: i learned about all these popular books and i was broke for like a consistent year because i wouldn’t stop buying books, but i only made like $9/hr. even now, with a full-time job that pays me almost twice that much, i still don’t know why that worked out for me. it definitely should not have.

anyway, yesterday was “free comic book day” and a local comic store gave me a bag of like sixteen free comics, and then i turned around and spent $80 on more comics. it also reminded me that i had two comics in my favorite series that i haven’t read yet. so i’ve got volumes 10 and 11 of “saga,” and yesterday i purchased the first volumes of “deadly class” and “something is killing the children,” as well as junji ito’s manga interpretation of mary shelley’s “frankenstein,” and then “old man logan,” which is about an elderly wolverine (whose healing capabilities are faltering) who gets picked up by an old hawkeye. it’s what inspired the movie logan, which is objectively speaking the only good x-men movie (do not come for me, i watched those movies for the first time in release date order like last month ago, and i am lowkey way more into the x-men than i am the rest of the marvel heroes, save for like agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.). i also received a package in the mail containing the fifth book in one of my favorite series: the witchlands series by susan dennard. oh my god, and i started the wayward children series by seanan mcguire and it’s so good. and i’m waiting on two more books in the mail, both for my bookclub.

i am so content with it too. i am doing it because i love reading and it brings me joy. plus, who doesn’t love some easy escapism? same reason i love video games.

speaking of which, i gotta start a farm with some friends. there have been so many updates and i haven’t played the pc version of it in so long. maybe i’ll convince a few of them to let me stream it. that, and palworld. i’m just not sure when i should start streaming; it feels like i have so much left to do, but it also feels like i’m not doing anything at all. so i might have to try streaming for 3-4 hours on my days off, with or without friends. my problem when it comes to streaming is that i’m my own boss, so not following through with a schedule doesn’t really have any consequences. but i really gotta get that started, otherwise i feel like i’ll never get around to it. it certainly would be nice to eventually make some extra money off of it. thought i wanted to be a val streamer, but i shockingly haven’t even really touched the game since i moved into my new place.

izzy and i watched four movies in a day on friday: mr. and mrs. smith, bullet train, baby driver, and everything everywhere all at once. all of them were so good, although everything everywhere all at once was… interesting. like the whole overall message of it is great and everything, like we love old traditional parents learning how to accept the things they can’t control about their child, but like… the buttplugs. wow. what a scene. (and that is all i’ll say on that; if you know, you know.)

i’m working on a linktr.ee with all my currently active and soon-to-be active accounts, which includes tumblr, discord, snapchat, and twitch. i was thinking about making a patreon, but i feel like i should gather an audience before i attempt managing another account. i already hate social media as it is which is why i only have what i have… we’ll see where it goes.

anyway, it was a solid weekend. i’m still tired, but i did drink quite a bit at a party last night and now i’ve got five days of work ahead of me, and my coworkers alone make that exhausting. but i’ve got lots of reading and writing to do to keep myself relaxed in between moments of masking (totally gonna be the name of my autobiography), especially once the new bookclub pick arrives. i’ll try not to be too miserable by tuesday.

[luvntrra]

scrap #002 — armin a. x reader

c.w. aged up, modern-ish, mermaid!reader, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, eventual fluff, eventual romance, eventual smut, mild language, no y/n usage, second-person pov, selective mutism

note — used to be a fanfic series in the making, but i decided to scrap it and redo it

Typically, Armin never had an issue finding tranquility in the condo he split with his best friend—at least not to the extent where he wasn't able to drown it out as he got lost in a book of some sort, however this time the blond just couldn’t. The noises that erupted from the man in the room just adjacent to him were beginning to give Armin headaches that would sometimes last for days on end—obnoxious screaming as he seethed at a game he had been playing with a few of their mutual friends and the laughter that was once something the blond cherished; grateful that his friend was elated, but day after day of it started to irk Armin, notably on days when he needed to study for an upcoming exam. 

He cherished his friend, but regardless of the myriad of times Armin politely asked if his roommate could tone down the noise, his pleas always seemed to fall upon deaf ears. It wasn’t like he hadn’t picked up the many times Armin’s discussed this with him, Armin knew he heard him but whether he chose to ignore his complaints assiduously or not didn't really matter to the blond at the moment, and sadly, he didn't have the nerve to tell him otherwise either, so he takes it upon himself to figure out a solution to his ongoing problem. 

All he craved was a pleasant, tranquil area where he'd be able to study and read in peace. Sure, he could always go to the library, but the ride there was dreadfully long considering the two had chosen to get an apartment off campus. He could head over to a park nearby, but the sounds of kids playing would merely give him more of a headache than he currently had.

Most of his ideas were promptly put down, though he still had something. He'd caught glimpses of a petite lagoon nearby—a dazzling sight that seemed to gleam beneath the sun’s rays whenever he would pass by, and the great trees that safeguarded it from jaunting eyes only heighten his interest. 

“It’s settled then,” he muttered to himself as he got up from his desk and grasped a backpack he’d been given but never found a purpose for—until today. All the books he planned on taking along with him were tenderly and neatly, yet nimbly put into the bag and a few snacks he had rushed into the kitchen to get prior to grabbing a pen and his phone. Heaving both of the bag’s straps on his shoulder before strolling out the door, keys jingling as he locked the door. 

Blades of grass and collapsed leaves crunched underneath the younger man’s shoes as the wind ran its silent hands through his golden strands and the earthy essence that flew with the breeze seemed to dispel any ferment Armin had as he walked in the bustling forest—birds had crooned carols sweeter than anything he’d heard, the shrubs lusher and livelier than the ones sold at the local floral shop, and the water…it was astonishing.

He finally reached his destination and couldn’t help but gawk at the view; the brilliant aquamarine that had been clear enough to notice what life blossomed within the body of water; the stems of every water lily and every scale of a fish that passed by was more than visible to him—it enraptured him.

The place looked almost as if it had never been touched by anyone—almost. There’d been things distributed—or thrown—on the terrain near the dock, it’d been things like rocks that appeared crude to the touch or pebbles, they’d been arranged messily—as if someone was searching for something—but Armin overlooked it, checking the water for anything he should be concerned about but never finding anything, soon seating himself a bit from the edge of the pier and dragging out a book.

The book’s cover was coarse as his fingertips grazed it. Though his advances to open the book came to a halt as he spotted in his peripheral a feeble splash replaced by ripples. He wanted to assume it was a fish jumping out of the water, but the large silhouette—the human-like silhouette—that scurried elsewhere hinted otherwise.

As quickly as he plucked out his book, he had already put it away, sitting in silence and bewilderment as he struggled to figure out what had just happened. It didn’t appear to be a hazard to him so he didn’t have anything to fret over, but the knowledge he lacked for whatever it was seemed to pique the blond’s interest, so much so that he came back the next day with the same things he brought yesterday. He remained in the same spot, placing his bag down beside him before gazing out at the body of water before him.

“Hello?” He called for delicately, eyes searching for whatever had hurried away the day prior. It wasn’t like he was expecting a reply of some sort, but he still hoped for something. “Is something there?” He hollered once more, slanting forward a bit to make sure he was heard. “I’m not gonna hurt you—I just…” He started to find it pointless—talking to water as if something would pop out at some point—yet, he prevailed. “… I just came here to read.”

Movement could be caught from below the water, but he presumed he’d misinterpreted it for a fish that happened to swim behind a rock surrounded by kelp and water lily roots. He took the stillness in the atmosphere around him as a sign to carry on with what he aimed to do here and that he did; cautiously pulling out a book that was held by the spine deftly, opening the book, and flipping the page with ease.

He’d been reading the words that loaded each page of his marine science book to the brim audibly and with every sentence, every term, and every sound that glided from his flushed lips, it never once fell upon deaf ears but rather fell upon ears that listened and understood every single word that’d been spoken, ears that also happened to be observing with distressed eyes that just couldn’t look abroad because god knows what would happen if they did.

As the man on the dock read, beneath the surface of the pristine lake in the obscurity of a fairly sized boulder was the figure that had darted away yesterday, whose upper body resembled that of a human, while its lower half took the form of a fish’s tail; you.

Your webbed digits holding on rigidly to the rock as best you could as you quivered and convulsed at the sight of the man that visited yesterday who you hoped and prayed would just forget about this place and never come back, but you hadn’t been so fortuitous. As much as you wanted to flee, you couldn’t—not with how much noise this human had been making, that and how your body froze from head to tail, and the tingling sensation that just wouldn’t go away in your throat. “Please, just leave” you pleaded soundlessly as your eyes refused to shut.

The clouded sounds of his voice as he read grew louder with each second, drowning out whatever else had been heard until one of the wooden planks of the pier groaned ever so slightly and you were gone—frantically paddling away to your little cavern, bubbles lagging behind you and ripples above the surface which seized Armin’s attention but you’d been gone before he could catch a glimpse of you.

A sigh left his lips and the whisper “this is progress” before putting his things away and going home. For weeks—if not, months—Armin had been visiting the secluded lagoon to read while also trying to figure out what else had been inhabiting the lake, yet there was nothing. Every time he’d come here, day after day, he’d get the same results as the last, but today was different—it had to be. 

Armin had recently taken his exams and was just planning on passing time, so he got a new book. He was sure today would be different; the day he finally saw what had been in the lake, but he couldn’t put his finger on why. The breeze today was soothing, giving everything it touched a crisp yet warm feeling, especially as it caressed the lake, leaving ripples in its wake.

There Armin stayed, cross-legged on the dock with his new book in hand, he never peered up at the lake nor did he ever call out in an attempt to lure you out, all he did was read—starting from the title page to wherever he aimed to cease. And there you were, in the spot you’ve grown accustomed to whenever Armin came by to read; behind the bleakness of the rock that’s always seemed to keep you safe and out of sight.

You listened to his voice, acquiring amenity in it despite how opaque it’d been. The voice of a human was never something you thought you’d ever find comfort in, but here you were. Maybe it’d been because you had given up all hope on him going away or maybe because he didn’t seem to pose a threat, either way, you were still afraid of him and what he might do to you, so you kept your distance.

Schools of small fish waded past and occasionally you’d spot a lone fish as it slogged over to you, inspecting you and sometimes nipping on the faint scales that’d been scattered on your arms before leaving you alone to take in all that the man above the surface had spoken. Each word he spoke seemed to glide from his tongue effortlessly and the benevolence it ferried only seemed to add to it. Your hands feebly skim the gills on your neck before advancing to your lips and soon finding their place back on the rock as you try to sneak a peek at the man on the dock.

Although the water distorted your perception of him with its consistent flow, you could see the way his golden hair shimmered like a star in the night with the way the sun beamed down on him and the moderately pale skin that complimented it. He never glanced your way—only ever at the pages he turned every few minutes—so you never caught a glimpse of his eyes, but he’d seen yours from where you’d been perched. He never got a proper look at them but to him, the brief view he got was more than sufficient.

Your eyes were gorgeous and the sunlight that dazzled on the lake heightened their allure. Armin had also spotted the tip of a tail—that’d been too big to be an ordinary fish’s—and he started to think of what you could be, refusing to believe that mermaids were real and that what he’d seen must’ve been a figment of his imagination, but what if you weren’t? He had so many questions that he so desperately wanted answers to, but he knew rushing any of this would only result in nothing.

Your tail—with scales pitch-black like the midnight sky and blots of white and orange that’d been divided throughout as the afternoon sun shone on it—flicked a bit as you got ready to swim away like you usually did. For a bit—only a bit—you stare at his form as he continues to read before finally, you disappear. Armin noticed—he always did, but this time he noticed that you lingered longer than you generally did. He smiled to himself as he deposited his bookmark and shut his book.

Armin had no idea what you were and if you meant any harm, yet you still enamored him and started to become part of the reason he frequented this place. He yearned that perhaps one day he’d finally get to see what you were—praying that his outrageous speculations of you being a mermaid were true. But in time, he may be able to satiate his curiosity.

[patibato]

[Bitter Sweet Sixteen] 002-B06 - Attack of Booksmart

Yumenosuke: Greetings. My name is Kuraku Yumenosuke! The other day, I heard the bold, wonderful announcement of you inaugurating active high schoolers as Tourism Ward Mayors.

It may be audacious, but as I have studied hard to someday become a Tourism Ward Mayor as part of my own life plan, I would like to use this video to introduce myself.

……

If you've watched this far, that means you've decided to give me at least a small chance… Thank you! Moving on, I would like to explain my plan!

The concept is "My Town, Future Dreams".

I have devised a tour aimed towards both prospective students and guardians there for the open days, as well as residents of the wards, where they can enjoy themselves by depicting their dreams for the future while contributing to society!

New students at Asu-High will naturally bear the burden of Hama's future, and aim to become Rank Fives like myself.

That's true not only for them, but for the guardians and adults as well. All people have a duty to aim for greater heights, to reconstruct ourselves—our community—our country—into something even better!

Our first step shall be to change the Hama we live in. This tour will prove that we have the power to do so.

In short, my tour will not simply be showing people around and introducing the school, but will include booths from local businesses, segments to experience local specialties and traditional crafts—

And I propose we include volunteer activities as well!

Volunteer activities provide not only real-world experience, but also the emotional benefits of contributing to the area, and are the best way for people to make connections with kindred spirits they meet on the way.

Now then, allow me to introduce the businesses that have offered their support. Please make sure you have the 254 page document I sent on hand!

Yumenosuke: —With that, I believe my explanation is finished. Thank you for watching this far!

I implore you to consider recruiting me! I, Kuraku Yumenosuke, shall be in your hands!

…

Cut.

*clapperboard sound*

Kuraku Yumenosuke: … Isotake Akuta-kun.

From this point onwards, I am speaking to you alone. Somehow or other, I hear you've taken on the role of leader.

What did you think of my plan?

I, personally, feel it ended up being a very honest piece, befitting of a student Ward Mayor.

Now—I've sent this video to all your teammates as well. Naturally, I also took the initiative to send it to Hama Tours a few days ago.

There's little time left until the open days. I think it would be best to change personnel sooner rather than later…

Despite waiting until the deadline, I have not received a response from Hama Tours; and so, I would like you to speak with them as well. With that, I shall excuse myself.

Akuta: …

……

(Aaaaah… What the hell, I don't even have the energy to eat anymore, or like…)

…

Like, I just feel super tired…

*door opens*

Momiji: Is everyone—oh, Akuta-kun.

Is nobody else here yet?

Akuta: …

Momiji: (He seems stupefied… It's clear he's not well.)

What happened? Did you eat something weird?

Akuta: ……

Momiji: Hey, come on, Akuta-ku—

*door opens*

Ushio: Hey! What the hell is this!?

Kiroku: -… I got, an email… from… the Student Council President.

Nanaki: It had some video about him showing off a proposal.

Muneuji: Even at 1.75 speed, it was ridiculously long.

Ushio: Could someone explain what this is? What's going on right now?

Momiji: Th-that's—not an issue! You don't have to worry about it one bit!

Akuta: …

Momiji: Me and Akuta-kun are planning to finalise the concept later. Right, Akuta-kun? It'll be fine.

Akuta: …nough…

Ushio: … Don't tell me, you think this plan—

Muneuji: Surely you're not thinking it'd be fine to go with this.

Akuta: ……

Kiroku: … Are you… thinking, that…?

Nanaki: Akuta, why aren't you saying anything? It's not like you.

Muneuji: Isotake, answer us.

Nanaki: Just keep going with your own style and—

Akuta: Man~~ the President sure is amazing! That Rank Five pin badge ain't just for show. When he talked about, uh, "e-mo-tio-nal benefit"? He looked so grown up!

Ushio: …

Don't fuck with us. Didn't you say you'd think it up yourself?

Kiroku: You're, not… feeling… fainthearted, are… you?

Akuta: No no, you're the ones acting weird! Don't be biased and look at it calmly. Can you think of anything this peak? Huh?

Muneuji: Are you being serious right now?

Akuta: That Yumenosuke guy's a genius! Doesn't it feel like he was born to be a Ward Mayor!?

So let's go with it! Would be great as the Day Team's leader, too! He's got my vote!

Ushio: Hey, what's with that attitude!

Akuta: I only have three followers!!

I only have three…

Ushio: …Huh?

Nanaki: ……

Momiji: H-hold on, let's take a moment to calm down. Follower count isn't relevant here. For now—

Nanaki: I'll step down.

Momiji: Nanaki-kun!?

Nanaki: I'll step down, and the President can join. Then the case is settled.

Akuta: …-.

Kafka: Alright, that's enough. I could hear you from the hall.

Momiji: Kafka!

Nanaki: Oguro-san, I'm stepping down—

Kafka: Nope. From the very start, I nominated you as a candidate to Principal Naoe.

I decided based on your activities as unlove.

I had expectations for you, and now that you've passed as I thought you would, I can't accept you stepping down.

Nanaki: …

Akuta: I'll drop out, then.

Momiji: Akuta-kun! You don't have to do that!

Akuta: I will. …Staying's just gonna cramp my style.

It's not a big deal. My stage just isn't here, that's all.

*door opens*

*running*

Momiji: Akuta-kun! Wait!

Akuta: -…! Let… go!

Momiji: Come on! Listen to me…!

*smack*

Momiji: …

Akuta: Don't touch me. …You're just going to give the usual lip service adults do.

Momiji: —

Akuta: I'm not going to become an adult like you, Sensei.

*running*

Momiji: Akuta… kun…

…

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