#We have always been 10 cm apart.

[arcadekitten]

With the new year on the horizon and 10 completed games under my belt, I thought it might be fun to go through some projects that didn't make the cut and I ended up shelving for one reason or another! (It's only like, 2 of 'em but still)

The first is a game about Theodore and Zapara. While Tricks N Treats was my first finished + published RPGmaker game, I originally started testing things out with RPGM shortly after Cemetery Mary's release. The following game was meant to take place in the CM universe.

It was my first time using RPGMaker & it shows. It was also being made in VXAce, hence why proportions are so different from all my current projects. VXace uses 32x32 tiles whereas MV + above use 48x48. Trying to work within these limitations was a bit tricky for me

The (gif) footage you see above is all that exists of the game now(I didn't even screen record LOL). Back when my old laptop kicked it the files for this game went with it and I never cared to back them up. I don't consider it a hard loss though as by that point I had already moved on to bigger more polished projects and I didn't see myself returning to it any time soon(or at all).

The plot of the game was that Theo woke up in the night to hear Zapara leaving their apartment. When he goes to look for and finds her, she seems to want to avoid going back to the apartment for reasons she won't share. By the end of the game she confesses that she had a really realistic nightmare and she's scared if she goes back it will come true. Theo reassures her that he would never let her nightmare happen in reality, and so the two go back together. In the morning, we see Crowven texting them. They're making plans to go out to a club, when Crowven asks if his cousin can come along--tying it into CM.

I think if I made this game, it would've been cute, and maybe I'll even do something with the premise for a larger game, but I don't see myself trying to start this as a solo project again.

The next game that was shelved from when I was learning Unity & Adventure Creator. Patrons had seen previews it! I started this game as a tool to help me learn the programs, and it got shelved when I felt it was no longer teaching me but instead adding weight to my back.

Unlike the previous game, this is a game I COULD see myself starting again--probably using the same method I'm using for WISHMAKER in RPGM. This game is called "Dreary Elaine", and it's a bit interesting!

(ignore the reference PNG of Elaine here HAHA) This game, like WISHMAKER, is a point-and-click adventure game, where you play as the titular Elaine as she delivers party invitations to her neighbors.

The thing that makes Dreary Elaine interesting is that it is actually an offshoot of my other work! Mary Anta is a character that exists in the fictional world of Noisrev. Dreary Elaine is Mary's favorite childhood book series. A fictional world within a fictional world!

As I said above, this is a game that has the potential to come back one day--I'm just not currently sure when. But exploring the Elaine-verse is something that always appeals to me and who knows! Maybe I'll represent it more in my work going forward.

I think that's all for now? I hope it was fun to read through and I'm excited to have more (finished) games and art for you soon! ❤️

[fiammee]

Hello, how have ya been? How did your trip ended, did you have fun?

I guess reaching to you through asks is easier than DMs, so here I am, being generally curious about where we left off the last last time, but since I am here I'll also leave a big ask:

How did it happen that Jon Lord is so important to you? When did you hear him and saw him for the first time? What's the thing in his playing and in his character that makes him be that special guy to you?

Write the longest answer you want - or a short one if it's more in your style - I'm just a curious lil mutual <3

Heyaaaaa haiiiiiii dear!!!! Thank you for these questions *rubbing hands* Finally lets hope that I can respond this time XD

Times could get better, but summer is coming and Im pretty excited in beginning uni academy next year, lets hope🙏

About my trip end, it was a bit unexpected but funny: we leaved our rented house at 10 AM but we quickly found out that all highways were clogged up, and we managed to reach home a whole day after, at 1 AM, literally praying that my mom wouldnt fall asleep while driving 🤣

Abt Jon, lets begin *cracks knuckles*

I dont remember if I have ever said this to anyone, but usually my dad, when I was little, made me watch purple lives instead of cartoons;

So, throughout my childhood and my first teenage years I had this blurred memory about the members and how they looked like; (my thoughts were like: why the drums guy is so little? Why the guitarman is so scary? Why that mans moustache are so big and silly? Why the singer looks like Jesus and has my same hair? Just pure childlike wonder lol)

And finally, around 2020, I gave them a chance by listening my dads machine head vynil and OH BOY OH BOY I was quickly captivated by their roaring and powerful sound.

My first crush was big ian but I later revalued Jon when, out of pure curiousity, I went searching for pics on pinterest and I stumbled upon this:

My brain and hormones went apeshit🤭🤭 and this sort of awakened me, I was asking myself questions like "wtf is happening to me whattt?" in pure confusion.

The rest is now history, and here I am today :]]

Apart from the obvious phisical attraction (please mind that I was still new to this world at the time🤣) What I always found fascinating about him was the crazy talent and gentle personality among the "rock people" that Ive known previously.

I consider him to be a pretty unique rock soul: no extreme drama, nor arrogance, stupidity, rudeness or immesurable ego; he was just happy to be in the scene, and had the intelligence to make himself respected and valued... I think that he did that pretty well😌.

He used MUSIC in his everyday life as the main method of expressing himself rather than using words (as an introvert I consider him as a role model for what he gifted to others and himself) and lets be frank, isnt it cool that a BIG strong 185 cm man is easily brought to tears of emotion by listening to a classical piece or spectating a good sunset or landscape? He's an 800' romantic author trapped in a motocyclist body, an unusual combination🤣🤣

And what about his music? He combined classical, popular, blues, jazz and sick improvisation in a fresh versatile style that changed rock music and organ playing forever, and would inspire generations of musicians since this very day! And lets not forget his pure classical works, full of a wide range of emotions that have helped me in various rough times.

I hope to have answered your questions my dear :)) and it wouldnt be bad if I addressed the same questions to you about keith, with you making a post about it reblogging this one, obv if you feel like doing it 🫰🏻

[nathanbatemanfucker]

ALEX HIIIII!!!!!!!! i saw ‘aaron hotchner x reader’ in your tags and i RAN here 🤭🤭🤭💞

okay so what about #10-“Let me call you mine, just for tonight.” 😩🦋🦋 with aaron <3333

thank you ilysm!!!!!!!!!!

Instead

prompt: #10 “let me call you mine, just for tonight.”

pairing: gn!reader x aaron hotchner

contents: implied sexual content, angst, exes in love, hope for the future

wc: 1.1k (listen it got out of hand)

an: i hope you enjoy this my sweet fay, despite it being angst i had a really fun time writing it. perhaps im slowly returning to this man 🤭 love youuuu bb <33

summer blurbs prompts + masterlist | cm masterlist

You’ve always reminded yourself there was the possibility of seeing him when you come back home. You’ve prepared; there is nothing to say, nothing to change. Going your separate ways once the two of you had graduated from undergrad just made sense. Living states upon states from each other, working insane hours— the two of you were never going to fit together the way you did those few years. And while it hurt, neither of you wanted to hold the other back.

Your relationship was based in choice and fire and tenderness. How the bicker of back and forth turned into something soft, something sweet and erotic. You’d never been able to find the flame that sparked when you were with him with anyone else, so you’d given up.

It takes 10 years. You’d gone almost 10 years without seeing him— you come home for Thanksgiving and Christmas respectively, sometimes even the 4th of July. Aaron Hotchner never comes home. Until he does.

He says words that you never expected— words some part of you buried deep down has always wanted to hear.

“Let me call you mine, just for tonight.”

You shouldn’t even be here. He shouldn’t even be here. You’ve avoided this for so long and all it took was once for you to end up here. For you to say yes to him. Over and over you’d said yes, because what else could you say?

He’s always been your weakness. You’d agreed to coffee when you saw him in the grocery store. Said yes to dinner at coffee despite the awkward tension between you. Said yes again to coming back to his hotel room despite the tan line from his removed wedding band.

When those words— let me call you mine, just for tonight— spill from his mouth as you two stand in his hotel room, you can acknowledge that this is the perfect time to say no.

Still, you can’t bring yourself to say it. Instead you say, “We’ve done this before, Aaron. Why hurt ourselves?”

The words have hardly left your mouth before he’s answering. “Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you left.”

“I didn’t leave, we came to an agreement,” You grit out, arms crossed against your chest defensively. “We wanted different things, coasts apart.”

He puts his hands up in surrender, “I’m not blaming you.”

“That’s what it feels like. And you never fought for me— I posed the idea and you just went with it.”

His mouth presses into a thin line, brow furrowing in confusion, “Was I supposed to know that I was meant to fight? I always respected you and your autonomy.”

You know that he’s right. Choice and fire and tenderness.

Your shoulders drop as all the stubbornness in you disappears. You can’t look at him. “I don’t want to fight, Aaron, please. I don’t have the heart for it.

He steps forward— that’s all that’s left between the two of you after this little tiff, a single step. His hands, warm and calloused, rise to cup your face, lifting your gaze to his own.

“I know, you never have, have you, honey?” He asks gently, not a single drop of malice or condescension. “We get worked up just to fizzle out. I’m sorry, I am. But, I don’t know if I can let you walk out the door like this.”

You have to close your eyes before you drown in him. In his deep brown eyes, in his strong pine cologne that surrounds you. It’s too late, you’re sure of that when he angles your jaw further and you feel the ghost of his breath on your lips. And while it took so much strength to look away, it takes none to press your lips to his.

For a while that’s all either of you do— kiss and explore the way you’ve changed. His mouth feels the same, his tongue deep and searching but his skin is different, his beard is gone, his shoulders are firmer. He feels how you’ve become softer, how your mouth might taste even sweeter.

You pull away once your lungs burn and not a moment sooner. It could end here, you could keep all those promises you’ve made to yourself and walk away from him. Nothing and everything has changed. Once again you think that you should do the right thing to save you both. But instead, you sit on the couch and pat the spot beside you.

You and Aaron truly talk for the first time since seeing each other in that grocery store. You tell him about your loneliness. He tells you about his, about the horror and gore that accompanies it. You bring him close and kiss him until he’s dizzy, until you’re in a vacuum where none of that exists. Just the two of you.

Eventually, he guides you to the bed with respectful eyes, eyes that say this is your call. You make it, pulling him in for another kiss by the collar of his polo.

In the quiet darkness of the night, he touches you like you never left him. He kisses every inch of your skin, and reintroduces you to a level of pleasure that left with him.

And when you wake in the morning, you’re warm— almost too warm. But, you aren’t quite ready to move and accept the reality that dawn brings. You’re losing him all over again. There’s a familiar stiffness in your bones, a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that takes you back to that cool May morning.

Rising out of bed, slowly and carefully, is one of the hardest things you’ve ever done. Not because you haven’t snuck out of bed before, leaving a one night stand or two wondering about what they did wrong. But, because Aaron’s always been it for you. Because you’re leaving the warmest bed you’ve ever known.

Dressing quietly, you press a parting kiss to his forehead, so light that you feel like a ghost. Maybe that’s what you are, a ghost in Aaron’s life the way he’s one in yours.

When Aaron wakes, he feels the chill left in your absence. He knew what he was getting himself into; he’d only asked for a night, hadn’t he?

That chill stays with him as he gets ready. But, when he reaches for his wallet, a small bit of paper falls out. He bends to pick it up, and smiles— written on the paper are familiar digits. Ones he’d deleted from his phone long ago, ones he’s been trying to forget until now.

He thinks for a moment that he should throw it away, spare you both the back and forth for something that might crumble all over again. Instead, he opens his phone, saving your number once more. His chest thaws a bit at the potential of more.

[emberfrostlovesloki]

Specer Reid + Poetry

All photo credits at the end

Content warnings for the poem below: Suicidal ideation and mention of a burn in childhood. (You can read the poem below the banner)

"14 Lines for Love Letters or Suicide Notes" by Doc Luben

1. Don't freak out.

2. We both know this have been coming for a long time.

3. I've been staying awake at night wondering if i should tell you.

4. I bought the kind of crackers you can eat. They are in the hall cupboard.

5. Now that we have watched all the episodes of True Blood, I do not know what else to do next.

6. I always imagined this would happen without warning, like suddenly on an ocean cliff side but this is the kind of thing where waiting for the time to be right would just mean waiting forever.

7. I've just been too afraid for too long.

8. I came home on Tuesday and found all of the chairs that I own stacked in a tower in the center of my kitchen. I don't know how long they had been like that but it can only be me that did it. It's the kind of thing a ghost might do to prove to the living that he is still there. I am haunting my own apartment.

9. My grandmother was still alive when I was 5 years old and she asked me to check and see if the iron was hot enough yet so I pressed my hand against it and it was red and screaming for hours. 25 years later, she would still sometimes apologize in the middle of conversations, "I feel so bad about making you touch the iron" she'd say, as though it had just happened. I cannot imagine how we forgive ourselves for all the things we didn't say until it was too late. But how else do you tell if something is hot but to touch it?

10. I keep imagining my furniture in your apartment.

11. I wonder how many likes this will get on Facebook.

12. My dad always used to tell the same joke but I can't remember the punchline.

13. I was 8 years old and it took 3 weeks (3 8 yr old weeks, imagine) to gather everything that I would need to be Batman. Rope, boomerang, a Mardi Gras mask with the beads cut off. I couldn't find a cave near my house, so I buried them all in a bundle under the ivy. For years after, I tried to find that spot again. The ivy grew too fast. I searched in so many spots. It seemed impossible that I had missed one. But I never found it. How can something be there, and then not be there? How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?

14. I never had the courage to buy bright green sheets. I wanted them, but thought they were too brash, even with no one but me to see them. I bought a set yesterday and put them on the bed. I knew that you would like them.

I feel like Spencer must have felt so many of these things in his life. I know these are all kind of sad, but I think they fit with a character who has been othered almost his whole life. I hope Spencer where ever he is now is happy. I hope all are happy. We deserve to be happy. If you ever feel like some of these things hit a little too close, please reach out for help. You are valued and loved. My messages are always open. I love you and I hope you're having a good week so far! Love Levi - ❤️

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[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

4 years, 40 facts about me loving napo... let's go 🏃🏻‍♀️

...or as @leonscape called it, 40 "Mopoleon" facts?! (picrew link)

the date of our "anniversary", June 19th, is one day after the date of the battle of Waterloo 💀

both our given names are of Italian origin

we're both leo zodiac signs

our birthdays are 8 days apart, in the same month

he's my first otome route ever played

i've only played his route once, in July 2019

i've never seen his dramatic ending

my first impression of him on a teaser tweet of ikevamp EN was that he looks like an asshole, and I didn't like his looks either...

my falling for him was utterly illogical as despite these thoughts I put him on my phone wallpaper a few days later (still before the release of ikevamp EN)

as of right now ao3 says he appears in 59 of my posted works: the total number of fics I have published with him is higher as a few of those are stand-alones in a multichapter fic (napoleon bday prompts 2019 +9, yumeweek 2020 +5, mini requests +4, headcanons +11 ) ...he appears in about 1/3 of all my fics!

we share a hobby of reading biographies! the official ikevamp character sheets state it as his hobby

our height difference is 18 cm

the @xxsycamore blog exists solely because of him, as well as my passion for writing - I started this blog because I wanted to express my love in some kind of creative way, as previously (and for the longest time) I thought my medium would be art instead of writing

despite that, my first ever posted fic is not with him but with Arthur!

I've always loved languages but he had influence over my choice of learning especially french in uni. It's hell but I don't regret it at all

I have a playlist with sleepy-themed songs for him 🥺

birds are my favorite animals (any kind) and he has a pet eagle!!

our mbti personality types are a so-called perfect match! infp + enfj

I don't like black-haired, blue-eyed men because of him, it was my type before him too! (not many such ikemens around but I have a handful of faves like that from other media)

as the fictional napoleon bonaparte is light years away from the historical figure, I thought I wouldn't be interested in learning about him - until I ended up reading multiple books on him, the thickest of which 680 pages... while I don't mix the two in my head, the napoleonic era history (+ russian empire history) is still pretty cool to know imo!

there's hardly any writer around here who hasn't received a napoleon request from me at least once... I'm so sorry...

it is implied in the game that napo has kissed boys (they were taking turns waking him up and they all know of his habit......) which gives me enough reason to headcanon him as bi....like me 🥺

I really suck at completing the bday creation challenges I host for him, as last year I did 0 prompts and the year before that 2....but in 2019 I did 10!

I love making bday gifts. I love birthdays. I don't have the exact number but last year a lot of characters received a bday fic from me but not napo 💀 partly because I was shadowbanned back then!

the only real tradition I have when it comes to his bday is to make homemade crepes since it's his favorite food! but my favorite part is eating them...

I still haven't watched the movie "Napoleon & Me"...

I don't have much napo merch, but I do have the Naplushieon doll which is plenty

I was still in highschool (11th grade) when I fell for him 🥺🥺🥺 it feels like ages ago

I love the song written for the ikevamp stage play and sung by his voice actor Nobunaga Shimazaki, "Lucida", so much you can even find it and play it on my blog... recently some kind soul uploaded the whole version on youtube (I've been waiting for so long....) and I haven't been the same since

my dream napo merch is the clothes hanger with his neck and face so that I can hang my silly little sundresses on him (I'm going to make it on my own actually, just watch)

after having so many random fic ideas for him that will never see the light of day, I accepted the facts at last and now I feel so much better and more chill

I'm currently working on fanart series where I try to post one tablet-drawn art of him every month... I have trouble keeping them simple as desired sometimes but I'm having lots of fun while learning (I still consider myself fairly new to drawing with my tablet)

once I wrote a death anniversary fic for napo!

the best napo song i've discovered so far is Wings by Su!YoON!

I don't know. anything. about his sequel. i just know the cgs. not that is hard to avoid spoilers LMAO

my most favorite napo cg is the 5th bday one (where they're in a field of roses) (it was on my phone's background for a very long time)

my most favorite napo card...that's a trick question but I think the one that is on the left banner in my blog (desktop view)

yes, yes I do want to go to Corsica one day what about it. I have a lot of other dream trip destinations too!

yes, I do love Napoleon cake (It's a russian recipe) (it was my bday cake in 2020)... but so do I love a whole lot of other cakes...!

Fact number 40 is that I love Napoleon a normal amount 😇 nono listen!! I do talk a lot about him, and here I tried compilating facts that are not too cheesy: believe it or not there are days I don't think about him, ok! I never pressure myself to get all the event bonus stories, or to always have a fic ready for him... in a world where im a worrywart about anything and everything, he's my safe place? my chill place? And if I begin to think about the gigantic mass of things surrounding him that are exactly aligning with what I love, with what comforts me, with what traits im looking for in a person, i'm going to get dizzy. So let's end this here with me saying, ily so much Napoleon 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 im such a nunuche sometimes but im your nunuche ‼️‼️

[hehates]

TO  THE  EDGE  ,  TILL  WE  ALL  GET  OFF  .  I  WILL  TAKE  YOU  AWAY  WITH  ME  .  .  .  ONCE  AND  FOR  ALL  .  TIME  WILL  SEE  US  REALIGN  ,  DIAMONDS  REIGN  ACROSS  THE  SKY  ,  SHOWER  ME  INTO  THE  SAME  REALM  .  CALCULATE,  I'LL  EMBRACE  ,  HOLD  ON    .  (  COME  WITH  ME  NOW  )  .  RIGHT  AWAY  ,  OUTER  SPACE  WITH  ME  .  .  .  ONCE  AND  FOR  ALL  .  

poom  phuripan  sapsangsawat  ,    twenty-seven  ,    gender  non-conforming  ,    he  +  they      𐫱     ›   hey  ,  isn’t  that  rafayel  “  raf  ”  chariya  amarin  ?  i’ve  heard  that  they’ve  lived  in  bearhold  for  his  whole  life  .  rumor  has  it  that  they  can  be  rather  temperamental  and  impatient  ,  but  hey  ,  that’s  just  in  their  nature  as  a  nephilim.  they  totally  make  up  for  it  by  being  creative  and  hardworking  .  if  you’re  looking  for  them  ,  you  can  probably  find  them  at  their  work  as  a  barista  at  great  bear  library  .

" COME  RIGHT  AWAY  WITH  ME  .  COME  ON  ,  YOU'LL  SEE  .  ONCE  AND  FOR  ALL  .  .  .   "

BASICS

full name ◦ rafayel  chariya  amarin . nicknames ◦ raf , strictly . ( NEVER call him rafayel , you might get punched ) . date of birth ◦ march 3rd . zodiac ◦ the world's most bratty pisces . age ◦ twenty - seven . gender ◦ gender non - conforming . pronouns ◦ he + they . sexuality ◦ somewhere in the ace umbrella ( sex positive ) . occupation ◦ barista at great bear library and amateur boxer . residence ◦ in his father's demon castle where they have servants and drink wine from skulls and — a delinquent hangout / apartment with his delinquent roommate .

PHSYICAL APPERANCE

height ◦ 5 ' 10 " / 177.8 cm hair color ◦ jet black . eye color ◦ dark brown . tattoos ◦ none .

KNOWN ABILITIES

WEATHER CONTROL ◦ his ability to control the elements manifests in the form of controlling aspects of the weather , electricity generation being one ability that he's able to access at will . as is the case with all of his abilities as a nephilim , he doesn't have the most control . in fact , their emotions are what rule their proficiency with their temperament often causing changes in the weather against his will .

TELEPORTATION ◦ teleportation , with some control of where and when it happens , but with the quirk that it's also randomly triggered when he sneezes .

SUPER STRENGTH AND SPEED ◦ he's not as strong or fast as a full angel or demon . it actually works in him walking a little faster and being able to carry a bit more than the average person should . trust that those groceries are all going up in ONE trip .

& lower proficiency with the other abilities nephilim are known to have .

INTROSPECTION

death / death mention tw . you  call  him  dad  for  the  first  time  today  as  you’re  leaving  his  place  .  back  to  him  ,  hand  raised  and  giving  a  single  wave  next  to  you  tilted  head  .  he's  ranting  at  you  in  a  voice  that's  more  exasperated  than  the  usual  stern  and  you're  trying  your  best  to  tune  him  out  .  so  many  figures  have  come  and  gone  from  your  life  that  you  made  a  point  to  always  toss  out  a  goodbye  ,  even  when  you  storm  out  ,  not  knowing  if  this  would  be  the  last  time  that  you’d  see  them  .  this  time  ,  you  find  yourself  hoping  to  have  the  stubborn  old  demon  there  waiting  up  for  you  when  you  stroll  back  in  in  the  late  hours  .  

“  yeah  ,  yeah  ,  later  ,  dad  .  “  it’s  not  an  accident  nor  is  it  misspoken  ,  no  ,  you’ve  been  sure  of  it  for  some  time  now  .  to  finally  hear  it  out  loud  now  ,  it  embarrasses  you  in  how  sensitive  it  makes  you  feel  .  you  don’t  remember  the  first  few  parental  figures  he  left  you  with  ,  but  you  do  still  think  about  the  old  witch  that  you  spent  most  of  your  childhood  with  .  how  ,  even  with  her  kind  eyes  and  soft  hands  ,  she  ,  too  ,  eventually  lost  her  patience  with  you  .  you  were  a  problem  child  ,  an  omen  ,  demon  child  and  everything  else  that  stirred  up  enough  spite  from  the  dust  of  your  broken  heart  to  conjure  lightning  to  strike  into  flame  .  rain  fell  as  you  cried  that  morning  to  extinguish  the  stubborn  fires  she  had  flung  you  out  of  as  if  to  apologize  for  her  cruel  words  ,  but  it  doesn’t  mend  your  heart  .  you  are  still  all  of  those  things  that  she  said  ,  even  if  she  still  deemed  you  worth  saving  .

age  nine  and  orphaned  with  nothing  but  rubble  at  your  feet  ,  the  footsteps  of  the  familiar  demon  sort  through  soot  and  ash  to  get  to  you  .  he  doesn’t  keep  you  then  ,  instead  you  find  yourself  with  a  new  witch  in  a  new  home  .  another  kind  lady  with  kind  hands  .  another  loss  of  patience  when  your  problems  seem  to  rear  their  ugly  head  again  .  your  heart  heats  with  rage  and  then  numbs  .  the  demon  returns  again  .  you’re  twelve  now  and  you  tell  him  ,  with  tears  swelling  at  the  corner  of  your  sharp  eyes  ,  that  you  really  fucking  hate  witches  .  

at  fifteen  ,  you’re  sure  that  you’re  cursed  ,  an  omen  just  like  all  of  the  witches  of  your  past  have  shouted  before  their  demise  .  that  demon  ,  the  only  person  in  your  life  to  emerge  from  flame  instead  of  perish  in  it  ,  puts  you  with  another  witch  ,  ignoring  your  tantrum  .  this  time  ,  you  don’t  wait  for  it  to  all  end  in  ash  .  you  run  away  at  seventeen  ,  finding  yourself  at  the  crossroads  —  finding  him  instead  of  him  finding  you  .  

later  ,  dad  .  you  threw  it  behind  you  like  a  grenade  and  took  off  running  before  you  could  hear  any  protest  or  indifference,  which  would  somehow  be  worse  .  ten  years  had passed  and  not  without  their  challenges  ,  but  you  learned  a  lot  from  the  demon  with  tired  eyes  .  your  heart  has  mended  into  something  stubbornly  strong  and  you  dare  not  say  that  it’s  from  love  .  just  the  thought  makes  you  roll  your  eyes  .  in  the  middle  of  your  dash  you  slow  your  pace  to  spin  on  your  heels  and  cup  your  hands  around  your  mouth  .  “  don’t  fucking  die  while  i’m  gone  ,  old  man  !  “  you  shout  back  with  a  half  smile.  

don’t  give  up  on  me  .

HEADCANONS

he's a bit of a bad omen , bad things just seem to happen to the people around them .

is very bratty , 90s anime delinquent coded . main character inspirations are yusuke urameshi from yu yu hakusho , inuyasha and josuke joestar from jjba .

his love languages are physical touch and bitching .

is actually really hardworking and good at his job even though he claims to hate it .

got into boxing around age seventeen with a amateur debut at twenty - one . is undefeated , currently , in competition .

[sevenmoonstory]

[ENG TRANS] GNJB 10C Takato x Ryota Special Interview

Unforgettable meeting of the two that leaves a deep impression ―First, please tell us about the first time you met! Ryota: I remember it vividly. Our first meeting was quite shocking. It started when Takato came late to the EBIDAN shooting (lol). Then, when I was playing a game on my phone, Takato suddenly came over and said, 'You have this character~?’ and then he took my phone and started playing the game. I was like, 'There are people like this?' It was quite shocking. Takato: I remember it clearly too, but there was a reason for me being late. First, it was my first time going to a shooting location alone, without my parents. I was in the first year of middle school, so I wasn't used to using a smartphone, and I didn't know how to read the map... Even though the location was only about a 10 minute walk from the station. I actually arrived at the nearest station 10 minutes before the appointed time! But then from there, I got lost for over 30 minutes... Ryota: You got too lost! (lol) Takato: So it's not like I intended to be late! I just want to make that clear (lol). My first impression about Ryota was, ‘There is a cute little kid here’ Ryota: I was going through a growth spurt then. I was about 140 cm tall.

―So, did playing the same game together lead to you becoming friends? Takato: No, not really... (lol) Ryota: Actually, it kind of made us distant for a while (lol). Takato: That's how it's always been with me and Ryota. When we first met, we were distant, then we became friends while hanging out with other EBIDAN trainees. But then there were also times when we weren't doing the same activities, so we grew apart. Then we ended up in the same group again, and became friends again. And now, we are distant again. Right? Ryota: Why is that?! Make it that we're closer than ever for now! (lol) Takato: We've been breaking up and getting back together… over and over again like that. But, at the end of the day, I feel reassured when we're together Ryota: That’s right. We've developed the aura of an elderly couple now (lol)

Unchanging relationship even after knowing each other for so long ―After being together for so long, have your impressions of each other changed? Ryota: There are some that have changed and some that haven't changed Takato: Which part of me has changed? First of all, I don’t come late anymore, right? (lol) Ryota: That's right! (lol). That’s why, I think he's become professional. We've been together since we were little, so it felt like we were just friends. But he's the one who leads in MCs and stuff. He is a friend to me, but he's also become someone I can rely on. But in a good way, even as we get older, I’m happy that our relationship remains the same. Takato: For me, I still think that 'He's a cute little kid’ (lol) Ryota: Nothing changed then! (lol). Is there really nothing about me that has improved? Takato: One thing that's changed recently is that Ryota can now say what he’s thinking, I guess? He is stubborn, sometimes I feel like he’s a pain in the ass (lol). But even though I see the annoying parts of him, maybe I don't come to hate him because we've known each other for so long. Ryota: Because we're like an elderly couple now (lol). Somehow among the members, he’s the most 'unvarnished’. There are various kinds of members in Genjibu, but he’s the one I can talk to with the most honesty. I can discuss things with him without holding back.

The desire to try challenging songs that bring out their charm ―What do you want to try together in 2024? Takato: I want to try singing together. Ryota: Definitely! We've never done that before. What kind of song should we do? Takato: Covering a song would be nice too, and since we've both done rap and singing, a song that has both part would be good too Ryota: Sounds great, I want to do it! Wow, now I truly want to do it! Takato: Please look forward to it!

"I like songs that link to Genjibu's activities and representing Kansokusha" Takato: The Genjibu song that I always like is "Bokura no Sekai Monogatari." When it comes to liking a song, I'm more drawn to lyrics than melody. In this song, I especially like the lyrics of the part I sing. “Though frustrating, even if it’s painful, we’re moving forward. That’s something we can’t stop ourselves,” is the part that I feel exactly just like how we’re engaging in our idol activities. Also, the part where it says “It’s a world that started moving with us,” is actually about Genjibu and Kansokusha. It’s one of the reasons why I love this song. 

"Since I love Suda Masaki, I’m drawn into 3 Nen A Gumi" Takato: My favorite song is "Silent" by SEKAI NO OWARI. At first it was only a song that I once listened to. But ever since I heard it at the concert, I've been listening to it almost every day and humming to it. As for entertainment that moved me, I like Suda Masaki, so it's the drama "3 Nen A Gumi: Ima kara Minna-san wa, Hitojichi Desu." It had a raw theme about social media, and since I'm someone who has influence on social media, I thought, "I want this drama to continue for a longer time and reach more people!"

"Thanks to the fans, my complex turned into something I like." Takato: One thing I like about myself is my lips. I used to dislike them, but as fans started saying, "I like Takato-kun's lips," more often, my complex turned into confidence and I started liking it more. Also, because I think fans want to know what we’re up to, I try to update the official blog as much as possible. Because they like me, I want to convey and share with them too, so I write the blogs with the desire to spend even a little time together with everyone.

"Museum:0" is our culmination of hard work at the moment! A song that encompasses the future we aspire to” Ryota: Our new song "Museum:0" is a culmination of the various genres we've explored so far. It encapsulates our desire for the future and how we want things to be, so I hope even those who are just getting to know us will give it a listen. Apart from Genjibu, one of my recommendations is "Waltz for Debby" by the Bill Evans Trio. It's a very relaxing album, and I always listen to it while on the move. Listening to it made me fall in love with jazz.

"The activities of seniors and artists of the same generation is such an inspiration for me." Ryota: Since entering this world, I've started listening to various types of music, and the entertainment that moves me the most is "live performances." Live shows by AAA and Nissy, which Masaya took me to, were the perfect enactment of the word ‘entertainment’. I was amazed by the way they presented themselves that I thought, "Wow, so there’s that kind of way to perform!" Recently, I went to the Japan tour of the Italian band Maneskin, and seeing them live for the first time was amazing. They were incredibly talented, and their aura was incredible. They are young people just a little older than me, but seeing them thriving on the world stage gives me inspiration.

"It might cause trouble for others, but I like my stubborn self (lol)." Ryota: This can be both good and bad, but I like the fact that I have my own opinions. I'm pretty stubborn (lol). While members and staff might think I should be more flexible, I consider that aspect important. I love photography, and my recent favorite Instagram posts is my basketball picture. Masaya and I played basketball on an off day, and even though I have no experience in basketball, I tried to take photos that look like I can do basketball, and surprisingly, they turned out well (lol).

[musewritingsforyou]

Coming Home

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Final

Summary: Spencer deals with the news he has received

Warnings: Anxiety, crying, panic, trauma, self harm, suicide, death (past), injury, stalking, swearing, angst

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

words: 1.6k

A/N: The final Part!!!! again this one is pretty dark, but not quite as difficult or long as the last one. I cried yall.

*I do not own any CM characters

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Part 10

Spencer~

I must have sat there in silence for at least five minutes. I kept my hand on her back and tried to keep my own breathing calm. I know it's cliche to say I never thought it would happen to me. But it's true. Even in my line of work, you never think it'll happen to you, until it does. I stared at the dirt beneath my feet and wondered what question to ask first. When I finally lifted my head, hers was down, refusing to meet my face.

“So, Ben?” It wasn't the first on my list, but I knew the story hadn't ended just yet. She only stopped it there because she was too afraid, and I knew that feeling all too well.

“He received an envelope the same as mine two weeks before he killed himself.” My brain switched modes as she spoke. I went from boyfriend to profiler before I could really stop myself. I mean, anyone would in that situation right? It can't just be a coincidence.

“Did you know that-”

“That he was going to kill himself? No. he sent me pictures of his envelope just like I did when we were in highschool. We talked on the phone hours before. I've talked to people on the edge before, I've talked people off the edge before. He wasn't planning it. That I'm sure of.”

I thought back to the first night she stayed at my apartment. Before we moved in together, I think it was after about a month of dating that she slept there for the first time. I remembered how guarded she was at first. How she would always wear something that went at least down to her knees. That first night she put on a sweater of mine and for the first time I saw her scars. Not just on her legs, but on her torso as well. Long intentional, surgical scars. I never asked.

“y/n/n, those scars, were they from-” she cut me off again, hearing me say it seemed to be too much for her.

“Some of them are from the surgeries. Some aren't”  the pain in her voice was too much. It wasn't fair. She didn't deserve this. What I would do if I could get my hands on the man that did this-

“Let me find him.”  it came out before I even knew I wanted to say it.

y/n~

I finally looked up.

“What?”

“Let me find the man who did this. Give me the word and I will have the whole team looking for him. Or just me, I don't care about who does it. Let me make sure that he can't take one more thing from you.”

The tears that I had just gotten to stop came back. I knew he would do that. I knew he would do anything to protect me. But to be honest, I didn’t feel like I deserved it.

“After all the lies that I've told to you? My best friend killed himself because of someone that only wanted to hurt me. How am I any better than he is?”

My lips trembled when I looked at Spencer. Even in all of the pain that he has been in, all of the emotions I'm sure he felt as I told him my story, he hadn’t cried. Not until now.

Spencer~

I had kept strong for her. As she first saw me, when she first heard me speak, when she told me of all that happened to her. But hearing her blame herself. Her pain was so evident. It broke my heart more than I knew was possible. I took my hand from her back and put it on her cheek so she had no choice but to look at me.

“You listen to me. This was not your fault, do you understand? You did not lie to me, you kept strong to protect me, to protect everyone! There was no way you could have known that after all this man had done to you he was going to hurt someone else! None of this is on you! I love you so, so, so much, and I'm so-” My voice cracked as I cried and trembled. “So sorry that you thought you had to do this alone. So please, please. Let me do this for you.”

She stayed quiet as she sobbed and trembled but finally nodded. She squeezed her eyes shut and I pulled her into me. I would die before letting anything else get to her.

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Eventually, after the both of us had laughed and wiped the snot and tears from each other's faces we hobbled back into the house where her sister was waiting.

“So?”

“I promise the both of you, I will find this man.”

She looked back at me and nodded before reaching out to y/n and pulling her into a hug.

“Good, it's about time someone did.”

I walked to the couch and pulled my phone from the hospital bag before calling Garcia.

“Boy wonder! You don't text, you don't call! Where have you been!” her voice made me smile, she was always a little light in the darkness.

“I know, I know, I'm sorry, I've been dealing with a lot. Garcia I need you to do something for me,”

“Anything, what do you need?”

“Can you get the rest of the team on the phone?”

“Hah, can I, of course I can! Who do you think you're talking to. Hold please.” She paused and I heard several other lines connect.

“Alright and here we are, Reid everyones on the line now”

“Thanks Garcia. I need everyone's help.”

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(3 month time jump)

y/n~

I waited anxiously on the large bed in Spencer and I’s room. My phone sat beside my leg and I nervously checked it every few seconds waiting for the call that could change my life.

Three months ago Spencer called his team and told them my story. He explained to them everything leading from when I was sixteen to the moment Spencer was shot. The team agreed to help the both of us and gathered as much information as they could. About one week ago Spencer got a call from Emily just after we had arrived back home in DC. -

“So?” I paced around our apartment anxiously as he set his phone down on the coffee table.

“They think they found him.” I stopped walking around right as the words came out of his mouth and gulped.

“Do you think-”

“It's him, y/n. It's him”- 

And Spencer was right. It was him. They left that night for Maine. I fought and fought, trying to convince all of them, but in the end Spencer convinced me not to. -

“Spence you don’t understand! I have to go!”

“Look at me. I know how much this means to you, I do. You can not come with us. I can’t put you at risk like that!”

“Spencer the last time you were there you were shot! Five goddamn times!” He ran a hand through his hair and grabbed my hand from where he sat on the couch. He pulled me into his lap and looked me right in the eyes.

“I will get him, I promise. I will call you every hour and I will even stay with your sister if it means you don't come. Trust me, I want you with me every moment! But I want you alive more.”-  

So, I stayed. He kept his promise to me. He called me every hour and never once did I hear the dreaded dial tone. He stayed with my sister and her husband and kids, and every time he came home, Lu would send me a picture of him with my nieces and nephews. A couple of hours ago he called me, one of his hourly check-ins but the tone of his voice was different. He was trying to hide something from me. -

“Spencer what's going on?”

“Nothing I promise!”

“No, there's definitely something happening! What's going on Spence?”

“We found him.”

“Yeah, I know that, that's why you're in Maine, what do you mean?”

“No, y/n, we found his house. He’s in custody right now.” My heart stopped for a moment.

“y/n/n? You there?”

“Im here, i’m here”

“All we need now is a confession. Emily and JJ are working on him right now.”   

He reassured me that he was okay, and said he would call me soon. He texted me at his next check-in saying he was fine but that he needed to work on the confession, that he would call me when they got it, when they were leaving. And just like that my phone rang. I almost fell off of the edge of the bed to grab it, dropping my phone in the process.

“Spence?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s me babe”

“So?” My heart rate sped up and I felt light headed

“We got it y/n/n.” I cried and put a hand on my chest. Years of pain. Years of being paranoid. Years of never seeing my family out of fear that it would hurt them. Years of thinking that my best friend's death was my fault. And just like that, the man who caused all of it. All of my pain and my fear and my panic and my trauma and my scars. Just like that, it's gone.

“y/n are you still there?”

“yeah, yeah, im here, sorry, it's just-”

“I know, I know. It’s okay now” I nodded even though I knew he couldn't see me.

“y/n, I'm coming home”

With three words he saved me. With three words he made all of my fear for him worth it. He made every second worth it. He made coming home worth it.

[neutrallyobsessed]

òwô what's this?? some info dumping bout my ttte stand user au?

....or stand au, cause the humanized versions are the stands but that's besides the point buT YEAHHH not everything is complete, but that's the fun about it, i just want you to read some of my thought process and maybe you can help me fill some blanks x3

General Info About The Stands:

The locomotives and other vehicles are alive! i don't know why (yet?), so moving on. All of them can manifest a human form called Stand, they are shaped like that because engines always think on what could be the most useful. Engines and Stands co-exist so we can have double the blorbos! Two of Them™ :D! They work togheter and are either a good moral compass that helps their desicion making for what would be best or enablers agents of chaos, it depends of the mood, circumstances, if they've been bothered by another engine, etc.

Stands may look human but they're definitely not humans. The grey skin is the first giveaway; then there's the fact that they can hover, basically float like a couple of cms off the air and be (almost) as fast (also strong) as their locomotive counterparts so they can follow them as they steam along the railway~. Tho they usually just sit on the boiler, another thing a human couldn't do, plus they control their tangibility at will, so waist-down can be tangible to sit on top of the train while leaving the rest of the body untangible thus unnaffected by the wind caused by the high speeds.

I'm not thinking too deeply about their digestive systems but they can eat pretty much everything... as long as it can be easily destroyed by fire. So apart from being able to consume their fuel by mouth they can enjoy "human food" if they so desire. Among... other things.

I haven't decided on distance ranges but they do differ depending on the type of ability or lack thereof

「STAND MASTER」: Thomas

「STAND NAME」: Ride The Blue Limbo

Ability: Shadow Travelling. He can enter a shadow and come out of a different one. He's invisible and bidimensional during the travelling but one can see the movement around, like if he is going through a path with rocks you'd see the rocks moving, just not who is moving them.

「STAND MASTER」: Edward

He doesn't have an ability besides the human form, but some people say that its a lack of aging. Will expand on the character sheet coming this millenium A

「STAND MASTER」: Henry

「STAND NAME」: Niwashi King

Ability: Botanokinesis. Can creat and manipulate fertile soil and the plants that can grow out of it, including concrete. The speed on which the grow depends on the final size (ie. grass grows in an instant but a tree could only spark a small branch look in a minute).

「STAND MASTER」: Gordon

「STAND NAME」:

Ability: Fast Travelling. It kinda looks like teleportation, with the way he stands in one place and then he is 100mts away but it is just running/hovering really fast 'cause it can be caught on camera.

「STAND MASTER」: James

「STAND NAME」:

Ability: Red Glitter. He can produce glitter out of his hands which not only makes him sparkle and look even more dashing as he goes by but also can be a great distraction weapon. Imagine getting that shit in your eyes. Terrible! It dissapears after 30 mins.

「STAND MASTER」: Percy

「STAND NAME」: Fly Away

Ability: Flying. xd.

「STAND MASTER」: Toby

「STAND NAME」: Caramell (yes THAT Caramell xd)

Ability: Much like a cat, he can fit his body in very small things, as long as his head fits. Very flexible the old champ

「STAND MASTER」: Donald/Douglas

「STAND NAME」: [name of vinyl record] Side A/B

Ability: Foresight/Hindsight. Whoever is the funni one has the foresight of 10 seconds, so it's usually used like this. The sane one has the hindsight ability which is mostly him saying "you shouldn't have done that" ............ i don't know which is which i am a dissapointment to this fandom i'll try to do better ówò

「STAND MASTER」: Oliver

「STAND NAME」: Mr. Worldwide

Ability: Multilanguage understanding. Another fact of locomotives and stands is that since they don't have ears, spoken communication is done by feeling vibrations and lip-reading. So Oliver's ability consists in being able to understand the lip movements and vibrations of all other languages

「STAND MASTER」: Emily

「STAND NAME」: Plastic Beach

Ability: Circular Saws she can summon at will replacing her hands or feet. They have a radius of her forearms.

「STAND MASTER」: Nia

「STAND NAME」: Asheru MEGALOPOLIS PATROL HELL YEAH SOUL'D OUT IS FINALLY HERE GREATEST REFERENCE OF ALL TIME EVERYTHING CONNECTS OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ability: Creating chairs (one at a time) or any sitting furniture she can lift. They can be used for anything she wants, but they are usually used as throwing weapons

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aaaand that's all i have for the moment. like,, i do have some other design for other characters but when it comes to their abilties, that's about it, anyways thanks for reading and i'll be listening to your song recs (and they better be good because i am extremely picky and super annoying about music, i love and hate everything at the same time, you could say im a neutral extremist :v)

[lyssentome]

15 tags, 15 mutuals

Tagged by @eli-writes-sometimes , thank you!

tagging: @isabellebissonrouthier @toribookworm22 @notalazysod @reysfictionalworlds @harinawa @promptinator-writes @moonandris @ryns-ramblings and open tag (I know this isn't 15 but shhh)

Doing this for Alexius from Heirs of Starlight because I do not talk about him enough and Arden has been getting too much attention, as much as I love him.

1. Are you named after anyone?

I was named after my mother's best friend. I remember him as the honorary uncle, and a much more fun one than my actual relatives.

2. When was the last time you cried?

My mother's death anniversary. I've gotten to a point where I don't cry as much about it anymore, but I was feeling particularly emotional this year for some reason.

3. Do you have kids?

No. Maybe one day.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Sometimes, especially when I'm annoyed. Compared to Arden and Valeria I'm as genuine as they come though.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Their eyes and the shade of their aura. I don't intentionally seek out how dark or light someone's aura is when meeting them, but it happens involuntarily, so that is something I notice.

6. What's your eye color?

Dark gray. They look black in darker lighting, which is convenient when I don't want to be recognized in public.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Definitely happy endings. I like scary movies, but I'm inclined to indulge in happy endings more. The world has so little happy endings, I think we deserve some happy endings even if they're fictional.

8. Any special talents?

I'm not sure... I'm a retrocognitive, if that counts. Personally I would count that as a curse rather than a special talent. It's not always pleasant to be able to see into other people's memories exactly as how they remember it, especially when it happens involuntarily.

9. Where were you born?

Contrary to popular belief, I wasn't born in Kayore like most Terician royalty. I was instead born in the coastal city where most of my mother's side of the family resides, Laucean.

10. What are your hobbies?

I like being around nature, usually in the form of hiking or simply observing things in the palace gardens. I also like reading and playing the flute.

11. Have you any pets?

Sort of? I have an animal I've bonded with, but I wouldn't call him a pet because I'm not keeping him, he just shows up when he wants to. It's a black dog, but I'm not sure what he actually is. I know he's not just a regular stray dog though. I think he might be a hellhound or something similar.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Apart from mandatory physical training, I haven't done much sports except for hiking and swimming. I don't think those count due to those being mostly recreational to me.

13. How tall are you?

(Completely disregarding that centimeters and feet would not be used here ofc)

I'm 188 cm tall, or around 6'2.

14. Favorite subject in school?

I really enjoyed ethics and natural sciences.

15. Dream job?

In another life I would like to work with animals and/or something nature-related.

[otakunews01]

Scans en el volumen 29 de la revista Charaby TV

Los scans han llegado

Scans en alta resolución en la fuente de Charaby TV.

[itadakimasu-letmeeat]

[tsukkilatte]

[starry-skies-skiess]

Itsudatte Bokura no Koi wa 10 cm Datta. Opening We Have Always Been 10 cm Apart I do not own anything. 

[sawamochi]

「What if I’d closed those 10 centimeters 7 years ago...」

[meganefeedbacks]

We have always been 10 cm apart