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[suicidaldoll000]

[sunflawyer]

GOOD AFTERNOON good evening and good night mayofriends!! how are you!! what a wonderful day today ☕

just celebrating my holiday with this beautiful mug of chocolate.... wait hold on... look at the marshmallows... what... what are they... tiny sunflawyer....

they're in cream land... ☁️🍨 theyre on honeymoon!!!

[satuguro]

⠀⠀ ⠀ཾ ༚ 20/20 VISION

lalala! ethan landry x okokok! reader

#SYNOPSIS— based off of see you again by tyler the creater & kali uchis; you have no gag reflex, ethan tells a sex joke, and ethan takes a leap of faith.

#CONTAINS— best friends to lovers, mutual pining, jealousy, emetophobia, fluff

#AUTHORSNOTE— i've been wanting to write fluff lately so.. here you go xx

your unofficial designated spot in the carpenter sisters' apartment was their armchair in their living room.

you had a list of reasons why; one, it meant more space. you could stretch your legs, not worry about feeling someone's feet near your legs, and you could have your own blanket. all somewhat selfish reasons, but you loved your space. two, it had the perfect angle towards the t.v. that gave you the best spot in the living room to watch it without worrying about discomfort.

which was why you would've been mildly perturbed that someone was standing between you and the t.v. the only difference was that it wasn't just someone; it was someone who rambled too often, who had no sense of personal space while also being hyper aware of it, and who was a flurry of random facts (which wouldn't help him at all, unless someone held a gun to his head and told him to name and point at every country’s capital in the world).

"i've done it," ethan announced to you, his signature toothy smile seemingly more victorious as he looked down at where you were snuggled up on the couch. his well manicured nails (he asked you to do them once, and who were you to deny your best friend?) held his laptop, the screen facing his chest.

"aren't you supposed to be studying?" you asked him with a small tilt of your head, glancing at where the rest of the group was. finals week was beating everyone up, and you could briefly see mindy and chad chugging a redbull at the same time while tara timed them, before you turned back to your best friend.

"i gave up."

"you need to study."

"you gave up, too!" ethan looked down at the huge blanket that you hogged for yourself, not even thinking twice before he was climbing in next to you.

"ow— ethan!" you groaned, feeling him step on your leg.

"'scuse me!" ethan forced himself under the blanket you were snuggled under, making you share your beloved armchair with him before he sighed contentedly. "this is comfortable! maybe i should share this seat with you more often!" he said with a bright grin, making you sigh reluctantly. "i mean if you don't want to then it's fine too!" ethan added hurriedly with wide eyes.

"i was just saying that i wouldn't mind sharing with you because usually you sit alone— which i know you prefer, you've told me so many times and i get it! i really do! but i wouldn't mind sitting with you to keep you company because i really like being with you— around you. your presence. yeah, that." ethan rambled, finishing his string of words with a sheepish smile, cheeks flaring a bit red. "i'm sorry for rambling." he added quietly.

your usually tired eyes softened at that. he had always been insecure of how much he talked, you knew that better than anyone. "i've told you before, e, i don't mind. i like listening to you," you hummed, a downturned smile on your lips. "i like your presence too. and i guess i don't mind sharing my seat with you."

ethan's cheeks flared red at your casual words. you had a way of speaking so calmly, as though all your words were chosen well. in a way, he was a bit jealous.

"you had something to tell me, yeah?" you asked him softly, bringing him back on track.

"oh, right!" ethan showed you his laptop, setting it up on your legs. it was a notion list, color coordinated and everything, with an entire list of shows and movies you remember only briefly mentioning to him. "i made this list—"

"just now? instead of studying?"

"yes! so basically, it has a section where we can rate it after we watch it, and it's all organized by what we want to watch the most and what we need to finish!" ethan scrolled down the list, practically buzzing with excitement (and the cold brew he drank earlier).

"see? i know that i have a whole essay to do but i can do it later—" ethan said, waving it off with his hand. "because i know you said you would do it but i got impatient and did it instead! and look—" he showed you the wide variety of colors for every row. "they're color coordinated! and here's how i think the rating system should go—"

you had watched ethan talk the entire time he rambled, your usually tired and indifferent eyes softening when you listened to him speak. he talked fast— too fast for some people, but you liked that about him—but the way he rambled showed how passionate he was about different topics, because ethan only rambled when he cared.

it showed how much he appreciated what he was talking about. and ever time his cadence picked up and his words became jumbled and he began interrupting himself, you could see how ethan's brown eyes would shine with excitement. you could see how he began incorporating his hands to his words, how his lips tilted up when he talked.

you were so engrossed in ethan's explanation of the movie and t.v. show list that you failed to notice your friends staring at you from the dining table.

"they are disgustingly cute," tara said with a sigh.

"and disgustingly oblivious," mindy grumbled, clicking her pen over and over. "with how smart the both of them are, i'm surprised they haven't picked up on the clues." she turned to chad, who was sulking after losing the redbull chugging competition against her. "have you asked ethan about it yet? you're our in on this, chad!"

chad groaned as mindy nudged him with her shoulder. "i did. he didn't even respond. it's crazy how he can avoid conversations, you know."

you didn't like parties. not as much as your friends did— you were usually the designated driver or the friend that was always sober enough to take care of their friends, which you didn't mind. it was the socializing part that you minded.

you socialized okay, but you often just ended up listening to other people rather than talking. listening was more your style, but you were only a little awkward when it came to talking to complete (and possibly intoxicated) strangers at parties. you stuck with your group of friends and very rarely strayed away.

but ethan was the designated sober friend this time around, so maybe that would change.

three loud knocks to your dorm room made you go and open it, coming eye to eye with ethan. "you're walking me there?" you asked with a knowing smile, making the boy nod eagerly.

"yup! chad's walking with tara and mindy's going with anika, so that leaves you and me." ethan grinned at you teasingly. "why, you're getting tired of me already?"

"no," you hummed, closing your dorm room behind you as the both of you began to walk down the hall. "you're really not drinking tonight, huh?"

"nope!" ethan replied, popping the 'p'. "after i threw up all over sam that one time we drank at the apartment, and then i threw up on you right after, i told myself that i'd hold back on it."

you wrinkled your nose at the memory. "how responsible of you."

"i know, right?" ethan said with a proud smile. "but because i threw up on you that time, i give you full permission to throw up on me this time."

"i'm not gonna be that drunk."

that was a lie.

to say that your friends were shocked to see you become a more extraverted person after drinking would be an understatement. they were used to you observing the group and contributing to conversations with sarcastic comments, dry humor, and dark jokes that are often made much too soon. so to see you take a shot with tara and squeal happily with her (true friend solidarity; she was as drunk as you were) was completely out of the ordinary.

"i'm gonna go find chad!" tara yelled over the music, making you nod happily and watch her leave. adrenaline and excitement began to thrum through your body stronger, and your first thought was to share it with your favorite person. you began to walk around, searching for ethan, before you bumped into a chest.

"oh, shit! i'm so sorry," the guy laughed, making you send him an apologetic smile.

"it's okay!" you said, taking in his black hair and his brown eyes (that only reminded you of ethan). "i'm y/n!"

the guy smiled at you, offering his hand out. "jaden!" he seemed to be as intoxicated as you were, his steps wobbling slightly as you shook his hand. "do you, uh, wanna dance?"

"hey, where's y/n?" ethan asked tara as she passed him, making her look back towards the drinks table.

"she should just be around where the drinks are.." tara's voice trailed off when her eyes landed on you not too far away. your arms were around a guy's neck— was that jaden from her philosophy lecture? —as you swayed with him to the music. you seemed to be having a good time, the alcohol making you lighthearted as you sang with whatever song was playing through the speakers. "there she is!"

when ethan saw you, his heart fell. you looked so beautiful under the multicolored lights, your hair perfectly styled and your clothes fitting you perfectly as you danced with someone who wasn't him. your smile— your genuine one, ethan noted with his chest aching, the one that made your eyes crinkle and your smile lopsided —was pointed towards someone who wasn't him.

jealousy brewed in his chest along with the heartache, ethan's jaw clenching as he stared at you and the random guy. but he didn't step in. he didn't pull you away and declare his feelings for you, because at the end of the night, you were happy. content as you danced with someone who wasn't ethan at all.

chad came up next to tara, his arm over her shoulders as he steadied her. "hey man, where's y/n?" he asked, still fairly sober than everyone as he had only taken one shot.

"she's doing fine," ethan said, his voice monotone as he continued staring at you. it was unfair how beautiful you looked while you unknowingly broke his heart with every laugh and every flirtatious smile you sent towards your dance partner.

"what?" chad looked in the direction ethan was staring, his face falling when he saw you and jaden. easily connecting the dots, he looked at ethan empathetically. "fuck. dude, i'm sorry."

"it's okay, really," ethan said with a tight lipped smile. but he couldn't keep his eyes off of you and him, the fact that you looked so happy pulling at his chest because he wanted you to be happy with him. he wanted you to look at him the way you looked at that random stranger.

and finally, as you did a twirl into jaden’s arms, you made eye contact with ethan. oblivious to the way his jaw clenched and his eyes lost the spark they usually had, you gently pulled yourself out of jaden's arms. your steps were wobbly, and you nearly crashed into ethan's chest when you finally walked up to him. ethan's arms went to steady you easily.

"ethan, i feel like throwing up," you murmured, and ethan nodded in understanding, worry taking over his jealousy.

"okay, let's get you to the bathroom, okay?" ethan said softly, pulling you close to him as he guided you to the bathroom. he knocked on the door, thankful no one responded, before he opened it for you. he locked the door behind the both of you as you made a beeline for the toilet, grabbing the side of it as you readied yourself to throw up.

but nothing came out.

“go on!” ethan encouraged you, motioning to the toilet. but instead, you looked up at him warily.

“do i have to?”

“yes?” ethan gaped at you, motioning to the toilet again. “just go ahead! nothing to fear!”

“i don’t want to.”

“c’mon, y/n, why not?” ethan whined, making you groan as you stopped yourself from throwing up yet again.

“i have emetophobia, asshole,” you muttered, gently pushing his arm. “fear of throwing up? and,” you messily pushed some of your hair away from your face. “i have no gag reflex.”

“what the hell?” ethan crinkled his nose, blushing furiously as he looked at you in shock. you were honest, sure but never this honest. “i could’ve gone my whole life without knowing that.”

“are you sure?”

“what?” ethan said quickly, eyes wider than ever as he stared at you as you snorted in amusement. “you’re kidding.”

“maybe.”

“maybe?” he swallowed thickly, shutting his eyes and pinching his nose bridge. “oh god, you definitely have to throw up now.”

“watch this.” you took two of your fingers and stuffed them all the way to the back of your throat, smiling triumphantly as you showed ethan your lack of a gag reflex.

ethan could only watch in horror and exasperation. “y/n, i didn’t need proof. i already believed you.” he took some squares of toilet paper before offering it to you.

“i told you so,” you hummed, pulling your saliva covered finger out of your mouth and wiping them on the toilet paper. there was a beat of silence before ethan coughed, his cheeks and ears still burning red.

“can i make a joke?”

“of course you can.”

“it’s a, uh,” ethan cleared his throat, avoiding your intent gaze, “sex joke.”

“even better.” you situated yourself next to the toilet, still very much feeling like you were gonna hurl at any given moment.

ethan sat next to you, clearing his throat again. “i know one way we can test your gag reflex,” he stated, almost ashamed at his own joke.

you chuckled at that, the horrible joke making a you sway a bit with laughter before the sudden motion sickness got to you. without another word, you threw up into the toilet. all thanks to ethan’s horrible sex joke.

he immediately reached over to move some of your hair. you continued retching into the toilet, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "i hate drinking," you grumbled as you laid your forehead on your arm, eyes watery from throwing up. immediately as you got the words out, you threw up again.

"i know, i know.. but i know you're gonna end up drinking again," ethan teased softly, making your back heave as you managed a laugh, only for it to be interrupted by you throwing up again. "it's okay, let it all out." he couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped his lips. “i can’t believe a sex joke made you throw up.”

and you almost laughed again if you didn’t throw up even more.

the sound of the party died into the background as ethan sat next to you on the ground. your head was laying on your arm, which was on the toilet seat. you were still intoxicated, and the world was still spinning, but you could see the obvious turmoil on ethan's face. you poked his arm. "what's wrong?"

"what?" ethan said, snapping out of his daze to send you a tight lipped smile. "nothing's wrong."

"liar."

"i'm not!"

"i know you better than that, e," you murmured, half lidded eyes staring at him. you had thrown up most of your alcohol, and while you were still inebriated, you felt a lot more clear headed than earlier. “what's wrong?"

ethan looked at you, eyes flashing with hurt as he pictured you again dancing with someone else. "do you really want to know?" he asked you, and you nodded. even while drunk, you opted to listen.

"you looked beautiful when you were dancing," ethan began, managing a soft smile, "i don't think i've ever seen you like that. it's not a bad thing or a good thing, but it's a new thing, y'know?" he sighed. "you dance really well, i'm surprised you haven't told me," a genuine smile appeared on his face when he heard you laugh quietly. "and your laugh.. i swear i would listen to it over whatever horrible music is playing right now."

ethan looked at you, taking in your obviously roughed up and intoxicated form. but somehow, even with slightly messy hair and most of your make-up rubbed off and with your breath smelling only a little bit like puke, you still looked beautiful. it was enough to make someone who talked as much as him to go quiet in awe.

"but when you laughed, and when you smiled,” ethan said slowly, taking in heavy breaths with every word. fear thrummed through his body, mingling with the nervousness as he twiddled with his fingers anxiously. to continue on would be to admit everything. to admit how he felt, the thoughts he had been having about you, everything. and to admit it to you would be to risk losing a friendship and one of the most important people in his life.

“.. you weren’t smiling or laughing at me. and i hated that.”

confusion spread over your face before realization hit your eyes. “oh.” and oh, it suddenly all made sense. why ethan was so bothered, why you were so willing to listen to one person speak for forever as long as it was them, why even as you danced with another, something was off because he wasn’t ethan. he wasn’t your best friend.

“you don’t have to say anything,” ethan mumbled, completely misinterpreting your realization for rejection. his eyes watered slightly as he avoided your gaze. “it’s been going on for a while now, and i get it if you don’t feel the same! i really do, it’s just,” he sighed shakily, “i don’t want to lose you—”

“ethan—”

“i was completely willing to just shut up about how i felt as long as that meant i could still have you in my life, y/n,” ethan said, looking into your eyes earnestly. “and i thought i could keep it under wraps but i have to tell you at least once because—”

“i love you.”

“what?” ethan blinked, making you smile, your head still resting on your arm.

“i love you, ethan.”

a toothy smile spread over his face at that, his shoulders relaxing as he searched your face for any doubt. “are you— are you sure?”

“i wouldn’t say it if i wasn’t,” you murmured softly as you raised your head, making ethan laugh in relief.

“holy shit— i love you too.” ethan said, leaning forward, only for you to stop him.

“e, i might throw up on you if you kiss me.”

“do you think i care?”

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you mentioned once before how you think ford makes bill worse... do you mind explaing how/genq (this is NOT an attack in any form or way! youer characterisations of bill and ford have been ON POINT every chapter that gets realsed and every comic you draw... im really curious as to how ford makes bill worse to understand it too)

i unfortunately do not remember saying this ! i say a lot of things with my mouth

i do think those two are like an emotional feedback loop . kind of got crabs in a bucket vibes, if the crabs were stabbing each other, and the bucket was also stabbing the crabs . at first it was fun but then one crab said "i don't want to stab anymore" and the other one went "FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU" . like you do . im prolly gonna ramble a bit so shoving it under the readmore lol

hrmmm if i had to guess it's probably just the fact that ford is not a great dude . and he genuinely just likes bill's attitude and behaviors, even the nasty stuff . because it's really gratifying to be around someone who sees your hard edges, and instead of being repelled by that they're like . fuck yeah . then you both just feed into that infinitely and giggle for ever lalala . it's not even like ford broke the cycle willingly he just got his feelings hurt about bill lying and bill decided to blow his entire shit up because he's just a sad, pathetic coward . will do anything to protect his stupid ego even if it means ruining everything all the time constantly . sure you could have gotten everything u ever wanted but that would have required you looking even a lil vulnerable so honestly man you honestly should just blow up your office building tbqh

also i genuinely don't know that bill has had many people in his life that actually like him so i gotta believe ford was like the worst drug known to man: validation

all this being said i'm not really someone who likes to think of any one person as like . bad or evil . it's reductive and boring, for both bill and ford . bill's definitely worse but he's also not human ?? not that that really matters because humans do some incredibly heinous shit . there's not a one-sized-fits-all moral answer here . also bill's just silly he's just a silly guy

so yah if ford makes bill worse its probably just that he's the one guy who's gonna hear bill say "just don't call me late for dinner" and actually laugh for real at that joke . and then also goes into a whole worship kink which i cannot imagine helped the bill situation at all . like idk what i would do if i met the literal smartest guy in the world & he built me a basement shrine with little to no prompting just because i gave him an epic blowjob . i think i would also go insane

well actually no i would hate that . personally . but i'm not a triangle . maybe being a triangle makes that like . normal and fun who knows

[vivwritesfics]

Keep on Rolling - MV1

Chapter Four

Summary: Lando's best friend having feelings for anyone on the grid? Impossible, right? She worked with them, sharing her friendship with the grid with the world via the FormulaY/N youtube channel.

After film a video including... spicy water (alcohol), everything changes between her and a certain world champion. Good thing she hasn't had a crush on him since his F1 debut, right?

Right?

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Next one will be longer, I promise. Next part is actually Y/N doing a QandA video. Sooooo, anything you want to ask about the fic, send in an anon and Y/N will answer ;)

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"Hello everybody and welcome to the Monaco grand Prix," said Y/N into her microphone. James stood opposite her, camera in his hands as he filmed her.

The Monaco grand prix. It was spectacular. Monaco itself was a place of grandeur, with impressive buildings and spectacular views. The harbour was filled with expensive yachts and boats and the water was sparkling blue.

Celebrities were around every corner in Monaco. Y/N had already met two of the Kardashians and one of her dads favourite actors. She tried not to film them and, if she did, she made a point of going over and asking for their permission.

Y/N had never been this dressed up before. She wore a white, long-sleeved blouse with a cream vest over the top. A black skirt was underneath, both the vest and blouse tucked into it. On her feet she had trainers, going for comfort over style.

She'd been up since the early hours of the morning, doing her hair and her makeup, ready for the grand prix. Lando had waited for her, walking in with Y/N on his arm.

"I can't believe you're not wearing orange," he said to her as they walked into the paddock. "I can't believe you're not representing McLaren."

"I always represent McLaren, Lando. I wanted to look nice today. Got big things planned," she answered.

"And you can't look nice in orange?"

Rolling her eyes, Y/N walked away from him. "I'll catch up with you later!" She called, running off to meet James.

That was where she met the two Kardashians and one of her dad's favourite actors.

She and James began rolling. She did her introduction, showed off her outfit and the video began.

Monaco was one of Y/N's favourites grand prix's. With such a tight track it was exciting and anxiety-inducing all at the same time. She loved it, loved that feeling. Of course, every time Lando was in a tight spot she was biting her nails and trying not to shut her eyes out of fear.

The real part of the video began. Y/N started out in the McLaren garage, seeking out her best friend. "Lando Norris, can we pull you aside for an interview?"

Lando stared at her for a good fifteen minutes. And then he ran off. Just took off across the paddock away from her. "What the hell? Lando! I just want to interview you!"

She turned, looking for the other McLaren driver. "Oscar?"

But the Australian had already disappeared, hiding away somewhere in the garage.

"Assholes," Y/N said into her microphone as she glared in the direction Lando had run off in.

Moving on, her next stop of the Ferarri garage. James walked behind her, keeping the camera following her. "Charles?" Called Y/N, walking into the garage. The Monégasque, already in his racing suit, turned to her with wide eyes. "Wanna do an interview?"

Putting his fingers in his ear, Charles started to sing. "Lalala, not listening! I'm not listening!" He sang and walked away from her.

One and on she went, trying to find somebody to interview. They all either ran away or did the same as Charles. Daniel let her interview him, but every single answer was a joke to him.

"You can interview me, if you'd like," came a voice as Y/N turned away from the Redbull garage. She turned around, recognising the voice. But she didn't expect it to belong to him.

There he was, already in his raving suit, helmet under his arm. His hair was done nicely, but that wouldn't matter soon. The Dutch man smiled as Y/N looked at him. "You'd really let me interview you?"

"Of course," answered Max. "You've got to keep the FormulaY/N fans happy."

Y/N grinned. She looked to James and moved her hand in front of her throat, signalling to him to cut off the camera. "Seriously, Max, thank you. This video has been a disaster and the only footage I've got is people running and hiding from me. You're literally a life saver."

In response, Max just gave a smile. They started rolling again and Y/N began asking the questions.

They weren't her usual jokey questions. Y/N was trying her very best to be serious and Max was helping. Every question he answered in the sincerest way possible.

Before they began filming the video, Y/N made it clear to Max that they could cut out anything he didn't want to be left in there. There were some questions Y/N had that she was sure wouldn't be in the final cut of the video. But, so far, Max had no objections.

It was the last question Y/N thought she'd have to get rid of. "Would you say that you can appreciated how hard your father pushed you when you were a child, or do you resent him for it?" She asked, holding her microphone towards him.

"We can cut it out if you want," she whispered.

Max shook his head. "I'll answer. Just, let me watch it before you post it."

"Of course."

So, Max answered. He was unapologetically honest. As he spoke, Y/N's eyes went wide. It was hard to follow, but Y/N wasn't struggling. Her focus was only on him, completely forgetting microphone in her hand and the camera pointing at her.

"I guess, what I'm trying to say, is that I love my father and I do appreciate how hard he pushed me. Without that, I wouldn't be here talking to you. While I wish I sometimes had a weekend off, I can't resent him for it," he said.

Max seemed to forget about the camera. He was staring at Y/N, heart in his eyes. "Wow, Max," she found herself whispering, her microphone down by her side. "That was incredible."

"Thank you, Y/N." He checked the time on his watch and looked back towards the Red Bull garage. "I should get going. You look nice today."

"So do you." But Max was already gone, walking back towards the Red Bull garage.

Putting the camera down, James stared at Y/N. "You know he's wearing the same thing he wears every day, right?"

"Shut up, James," she muttered and turned towards him.

Holding her microphone up once again, Y/N readied to film the remainder of the video. "Well, there we have it, everybody. Only one of my "so called" friends wants to be interviewed by me. Lovely, aren't they? As always thank you everybody for watching. Don't forget to like, subscribe, and join us for the next race of the season."

James put down the camera. "I'm off to edit," he said, taking the microphone from Y/N's hand. "Have fun at the race."

He walked away before Y/N could respond to him.

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[aphrodieties]

Hi! Would you mind talking about your success in revising poor academic performance and getting into dream school in more detail? Sorry to bother if you are not willing to.

Thank you!

I don't talk about my success with the Law of Assumption because it's not as exciting as most people would assume it to be and I don't want to disappoint, however, I’ll make an exception and happily go into detail about my academic success. Hopefully, this will help people to learn how to apply the Law of assumption.

Background: I was a terrible student, and I was always bottom-ranked in all of my classes. I never learned to study and I failed to turn in assignments, I was truant, and I couldn't understand half of the shit I learned.

I made it to high school and it was in my senior year that I realized something needed to change, I had a newfound love of learning and I wanted to pursue higher education. In my current state, that wasn't possible—I wasn't even expected to graduate on time much less be admitted to a college with an acceptance rate of 4%.

The Law Of Assumption: When I decided to apply the Law of Assumption, the first thing that I did was admit to myself that, consciousness is the only reality. I was experiencing everything that I was conscious of being and I was conscious of being a terrible student, unintelligent, unmotivated, lazy, truant, and at risk of not graduating.

Consciousness is the only reality and that meant that there was not a singular thing that I could do outside of changing my conception of self to fix my circumstances, I admitted that I couldn't control the world around me and it took some time but eventually, I no longer wanted to control the world around me—I wanted to control Self.

I decided to induce the state akin to sleep and I did, when I did the state akin to sleep, I didn't focus on what I desired but rather on the fulfillment of my desire. The reason that I did this was because I wanted so many things but my desire remained the same—academic success.

I wanted intelligence, study skills, elite education, awards, recognition, perfect attendance, grade revision, and all of that good stuff—but the main thing was academic success and these were all just side quests or aspects of that.

I induced the state akin to sleep and immersed myself in the feeling of the wish fulfilled, I woke up the next morning in the state of the wish fulfilled and continued throughout my day as normal.

I went to school and I came home just like every other day.

I wasn't constantly aware of the state that I was entertaining but when I did become aware of that, I would just go back to the wish fulfilled. There was no logic or reminders—I accepted that I was already what I wanted to be and moved on.

The process wasn't perfect and I will admit that there were times when I would falter and spiral, but that didn't matter at all—I was nonchalant about it, kind of like that TikTok song "lalala whatever, lalala doesn't matter, lalala oh well" and the reason I was so nonchalant was because I accepted that I was already what I wanted to be!

I was living in imagination and there was nothing else to it, nothing else mattered to me and nobody but myself could tell me any different.

I went to school and I came home just like every other day.

I wish there was a climax to this story but there isn't, nothing changed—even when the 3D finally conformed. The reason is that it wasn't anything new, I was always a good student, I always had study skills, an elite education, awards, etc., and I had already been accepted to my dream school. It was natural and a regular occurrence for me.

I wish I could say that I felt excitement or ecstasy but that would be a blatant lie, the only time I felt something like that was when I first immersed myself in the feeling of the wish fulfilled but everything after that was just nonchalant.

I can't even tell you how long it took, but I'm at my dream school and I'm having a good time. It wasn't about creating anything out of thin air but becoming aware of what already exists and that's why it was so simple.

Happy manifesting!

[staytinyville]

LALALA

↣ Summary: You thought your dreams were always odd. But when you wake up in different worlds you start to wonder what was real and what was fake. 

↣ Characters/Pairing: Stray Kids x Reader, Felix x Reader

↣ Genre: Action

↣ AU/Trope info: multiverse, Stray kids Lore

↣ Word Count: 2.9k

↣ Warnings: nosebleeds, like two curse words

↣ A/N: This isn't beta read. I got a prequel to this. Y’all want to read it? Might even do a part 2 lol.

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You glanced around the auditorium with a bored expression. You were sitting between some parents, a yawn threatening to spill out your mouth. You shuffled in your seat for a moment, trying to get comfortable in the metal chair but it seemed impossible with how the shoulders of those next to you seemed to touch you. 

When a marching band of children began to walk out on the stage, you turned your attention to them. There were eight of them, each with different instruments and blue suits that made you giggle at how cute they looked. They got into position, ready to begin playing their music. 

You leaned back, waiting for the kids to start. However they just stood still, looking out into the crowd with blank faces. You frowned, moving to sit up again as you looked around. The crowd seemed to only watch the kids with blank faces as well, not daring to move an inch. 

Turning back to look at the kids, your eyes went wide when you spotted a group of masked men standing behind each of the kids, your breath getting caught in your throat. You stood up from your chair, making it fall back from the thrust. You gasped, choking on air as you climbed over the people in your way towards the exit. 

Looking behind you, your throat closed up as the masked men moved between the kids making their way closer to you. It felt like a dream, like your head was underwater and you had no idea where it was you were. 

But like a wisp that drifted through your mind, you began to hear a sound. It was music coming from the back of the room.

“Just feel the rhythm of the world ’cause we will make it rock. Twist, turn and roll, throw yourself out there. Face all the noise of the world.”

You felt your body turn cold, liquid dripping down from your nose. Reaching a hand up to touch it, you pulled back to see it was blood running down. When you looked back up at the music you watched as in the dark something glitched in the walls.

The sound was coming from that direction, distorted as an image began to appear. Taking a look behind you, a scream fell from your lips when the masked men were rushing forwards towards you. Without thinking you ran forward towards the glitching wall. 

You stopped just before it, turning around as you grew scared of going through whatever kind of portal that was in the wall. But it seemed you didn’t have a choice. Not when one of the masked men reached out for you causing you to take a step back. But instead of hitting the wall, you tripped on your own feet and suddenly felt yourself free falling. 

It wasn’t a long drop, just enough to have you groaning from the impact–almost as though you fell from a bed. The blow was softened though because you landed on someone. Whoever it was, they seemed to have passed out from the hit. 

When you raised your head, you noticed it was two people you had fallen on. Their heads were smashed into the marble flooring, making you huff as you shuffled backwards and off the offenders. They had clown masks on, guns in their hands.

When you shuffled along the floor, you hit someone else causing you to turn around. The boy looked at you with wide eyes, hands tied behind his back. Your own eyes went wide as you realized who it was you were staring at. 

“Han Jisung?” You called out, causing the rest of the tied up group to whip their heads towards you. “What the shit? Am I dreaming?”

“Tie her up.” You were suddenly lifted up and shoved between the members of your favorite k-pop group.

“I will cut you.” You sneered at the masked clown man. 

Turning your head, you noticed it was Seungmin and Felix they dropped you next to.You tried to kick your feet, but the man shoved his pistol in your forehead, causing you to shut up. 

“You didn’t cut them.” You turned to your right looking around Felix, finding Lee Know who spoke to you.

“Do I look like I have a knife?” You retorted. 

You struggled a bit in your ropes, getting a feel for your body. Everything felt real but for some reason your body didn’t comprehend where it was your mind was going. You could feel everything touching your skin, feel every hit and bump but it took you a while to react to it. It felt like you were underwater once more, trying to swim in thick waves that were holding you down. Like everything was real but at the same time it wasn’t.

“I have to be dreaming.” You huffed, feeling Felix reaching out for your fingertips. 

You turned to look at him, watching as his eyes sparkled as he looked at you. You furrowed your eyebrows, tilting your head in confusion. There was a pain in your heart, like you wanted to cry after seeing him. Like it was finally right to be next to him. 

“This isn’t a dream.” He told you calmly, fingers finally touching yours and wrapping them together. 

“Kick me.” You blurted out, not believing that Lee Know was speaking to you that way. 

“Why would we do that?” Hyunjin threw over his shoulder, trying to turn to look at you. 

“So I know I’m not dreaming.” You spoke.

“I’m not doing that—” Felix began but stopped when you felt pain on the side of your thigh.

“Ah!” You jumped, scooting closer to Felix with a pout as you turned to the person who kicked you.

“Seungmin!” Changbin gasped from the boy’s other side, slapping him the best he could with his arms tied behind him. 

“They said to kick them.” Seungmin snorted. “I don’t discriminate.”

“This is real.” You gasped out, your breath turning ragged as you realized you were in the presence of your favorite idols. “What the fu—”

“Language.” Bang Chan gasped. 

“I was just scolded by Bang Chan.” You squeaked. 

“You’re a fan?” I.N called from behind you, glancing around at the others in the group. 

“Is it obvious?” You snorted. “But what are we doing here?” 

You looked behind you, trying to come face to face with the other four members of Stray kids but frowned when you noticed a school bus stuck in the wall of the building. Taking the moment to finally look around your surroundings, you realized you were in a bank. 

“Wait.” You spoke up, finally coming to the realization. 

“What?” Lee Know asked. 

“This is a movie.” You frowned, finally noticing recognizing the clown masks around you. 

“The Dark Knight.” Han grinned to himself, happy to have been the first to find the reference. 

“I’m Batman.” Felix spoke with his deep voice, giggling to himself afterwards. 

“No.” You shook your head, wiggling harder to try and get out of your restraints. “Gotta get out of this or we die.” You looked around for the real joker, but frowned when you couldn’t find him. 

Looking around once more, you noticed how the boys were calm over the whole thing, only moving just a bit. When you looked back up your eyes went wide at the figures who were coming closer to you. You could easily recognize them as the masked figures from the auditorium. 

You began to gasp, wiggling backwards and onto the boys who were behind you. 

“We won’t.” Seungmin told you. “We have you.”

“Me?” You frowned. 

“You’re the main character here.” Felix told you softly. “And we are your team.”

You watched as he suddenly went free from the restraints, coming to a stand as he helped you up. The others were quick to break free as well, quickly rushing forward and away from the thugs who had taken notice of the 9 of you leaving towards the bus.  

“How was it that easy!?” You gasped out, hands till tied together but in front of you this time. 

“Let’s get going, Cheats.” Felix interlocked your hands, pulling you along and towards the bus.

“Felix!” Bang Chan called as he shoved the door to the bus open.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you noticed the glitching within your eyes. It was like the wall in the auditorium. Felix had let go of your hand, moving forward in order to be the first to go through. Turning around when you heard a scream, your eyes went wide as you finally noticed the Joker rushing towards you. 

This wasn’t in the movie when he threw his mask to the ground and licked his lips menacingly. The 8 figures who were behind him were also for sure not in the movie as they started to rush towards you. They ran past the joker who pulled on the string that you knew was connected to the grenade. 

“Let’s get going before we blow up.” Turning you were suddenly thrown forward towards the glitching bus door by Bang Chan. 

Just as you passed through whatever portal that was, you closed your eyes from the loud bang that was heard but suddenly it came to stop midway. When you opened up your eyes again, you were found with all 8 members looking down at you as they checked on you. 

“All good?” Changbin asked, hands on his knees as he bent over you. 

You hummed, nodding your head quickly. When you sat up, Lee Know moved forward to take off the rope from your hands. You watched him quietly, looking up to meet his eyes. He gave you a smile, causing you to blush. 

When you stood up, you looked around your surroundings to find yourself in what you thought was an old ship. It was the captain's quarters by what you assumed with the maps and trinkets laying around. 

“Where’s the door?” You heard Han ask. 

“I don’t know.” Hyunjin moved to open the door, and suddenly all you heard were loud shouts and canon fires. 

The boys all shuffled out, Felix grabbing your hand to make sure you were in between them all. Walking out onto the deck, you ducked as someone seemed to come swinging from the ropes around your head. 

“Where are we!?” You screamed over the noise. 

“Look like Sea of Theives.” Felix answered you, the others nodding along. 

“The game?” You frowned, looking over at him. 

“I found the door!” Lee Know shouted, looking over the railing.

You were suddenly shoved towards the edge of the boat, coming across the plank. They stopped for a moment, Lee Know at the front making sure that it was in fact the door to the next world they were looking at.  

“Will someone please tell me what’s going on!?” You screamed. 

“You have to wake up, Cheats.” Felix told you softly. “Gotta remember us.”

“Remember you?” You whispered, looking over his face.  

“Guys, it’s the Vultures.” Han yelled, pointing at the masked men who had been chasing you. 

You furrowed your eyebrows when it was only 6 people this time, seemingly having lost two of their comrades. As they tried to rush closer to your group, two of them were swept away by the fighting pirates effectively leaving the group behind. 

“Jump!” Bang Chan screamed, grabbing onto your hand as they all jumped in simultaneously. 

“I don’t know how to swim!” You screamed, mouth falling shut and eyes closing as the water quickly came at you full force. 

“Cheats, you gotta open your eyes to drive!” 

Your eyes snapped wide open, screaming when a vehicle seemed to be heading in your direction. You quickly swerved the wheel just barely hitting the side and almost tipping over. Your breathing turned harsh once more as the dry desert was all you could see for miles on end. 

The red hue made your eyes hurt and you could feel the sand getting into your lungs. The car felt heavy as you tried to work the wheel and press your foot on the gas pedal to go faster. 

“Where are the Vultures!?” Hyunjin shouted. 

“Found them!” I.N shouted, pointing towards another vehicle that was riding up next to your own. 

You tried not to make a face at the weird haircuts the people driving had or their odd steampunk attires. But looking at the way their car was enforced you realized it was the MadMax world you were currently in. 

You flinched when a loud bang came from above you, turning to find Lee Know and Seungmin armed with guns and firing at the other people. Two bodies fell from the vehicle, you looking back to see it was more of the masked men who were following you. When you looked up, there were only two men left who were after you. 

“The door is over there!” Bang Chan shouted. 

Without much thought, you quickly turned the wheel, finally concluding that whatever those doors were, it was where you move on to the next movie or game or whatever. You didn’t want to take another moment in the barren world where people were after you. So you practically flipped the car over, falling into the glitching image in the mountains. 

Looking up, you found yourself back in the auditorium sitting between the same people once more. Glancing up at the stage, you came to stand when you noticed it wasn’t the little kids in marching band uniforms. This time it was all the members of Stray Kids, all standing with the instruments and waiting to play.

You tried to crawl over the people in your way to reach them, but fell onto your stomach as they disappeared. You tried to get back up but someone stepped on your back causing you to grunt and fall back to the ground. 

“You’re your own villain.” A distorted voice spoke, leaning closer to your ear. “Look at what you’ve done.” It sneered at you.

“I didn’t do anything.” You cried, tears falling down your cheeks and onto the floor. 

“You dropped those people into ruins.” They told you. “You are too powerful. You must be destroyed.”

You felt the pressure lift off you, but you screwed your eyes together as something began to press onto your head. A sob left your lips as you thought this was going to be the end for you. 

But just like at the beginning of this whole trip, music began to ring out through the whole auditorium. This time it was loud and pounding. It demanded attention and vibrated everything around.

“Rock and roll, we dancing 'til we fall. No stopping, here we go. 24/7, keep it going on…”

The pressure in your head suddenly disappeared as the song continued, but still the tears continued to fall. You felt liquid falling down your nose again, red dots falling onto the ground as you tried to raise your body. 

As the song continued to get louder, you felt your body finally coming back to you. It was familiar now, the song that you would listen to all the time as the voices of the members brought you to somewhere you couldn’t explain. 

It was your anchor.

A hand was held in front of you. Looking up, you came across Felix, the rest of the members standing behind him as they all looked at you with kind eyes. They were all filled with emotions you didn’t know you could witness. Emotions that made you want to cry all over again from the familiarity behind them.

One by one, the members all gave Felix a look before turning to leave. When you got to your knees, Felix was left alone with his hand stretched out towards you. 

“It’s time to wake up, Cheats.” Felix told you softly. “We gotta go home now.” 

“Home?” You whispered softly, your blood drying up on your nose now.

“They’re waiting for us.” He said, referring to the other boys. “Let’s go home.”

Looking at his hand that was waiting for you, you reached up fingertips touching the center of his palm. After that you felt the large pressure on your mind disappear. 

It was cold where they had you but you could feel your body moving within someone’s hold. Your eyes felt heavy but you were able to flutter them open just enough to be met with the ceiling. Your head hanged off someone’s arm, vision blurry as it focused in on what you assumed to be a prison room. 

“Lixie?” You swallowed thickly, looking up at the freckled boy who had a small smile on his face. 

You heard shuffling coming from around you, making your turn. You found the other boys giving you bright smiles, happy to see that you were finally looking at them. You took note of how much they had matured from the last time you saw them. How much tougher they looked after such a hassling adventure. 

“Hey, Cheats.” Felix spoke softly. 

“Your mind is a very wild thing.” He laughed. 

“That’s why I have you to keep me sane.” You smiled, moving a shaky hand up to his cheek. 

Looking around at the other boys who chuckled to themselves, you grinned thinking about how they had been idols in the world you had spent so long in. 

“You guys going to give me my own concert now?”

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[quill-and-paper-cranes]

(My answer to this got rather long, @pepsiiwho , and felt like something that might start some interesting thinkjuice in the tag, so I'm making it its separate post.)

Hrmm. How to encompass all that we've been talking about for like a month now, about why Basilio/Will is compelling.....

To set the stage a little- there's a Metaphor Re Fantazio post I've seen making the rounds that says, to paraphrase: 'the universe of MRF is excellent for fanworks specifically because it is so vague.' I'm inclined to agree even though this is also a double edged sword; we are given little 'meat' on a lot of functions and lore of the overall setting, mere drips and drops of backstories and history, passing one-line mentions of otherwise fascinating topics never broached again..... we're shown just enough to hook us in and make us care, make us wonder, make us want to expand upon what little is given, and no more. It is frustrating, to be sure, but on the other hand, it allows for a LOT of wiggle room for fan creators to sort of just take the slack in the reins and run with it.

For me- and most others, I'd imagine- one appeal of shipping comes broadly from taking something not in canon (usually not even implied) and bringing it into existence. This is typically done by interpreting source material in alternative ways- certain lines can be thought of as more rosy than they are, some canon scenes that end early with a cut-to-black might in the imagination be extended and deepened, the way characters are animated to interact with each other might seem just so.... we know all that, I don't need to explain how we go about fueling the brainworms for pairings in general. What I WOULD like to submit to the class is that Basilio/Will in particular feels, to me, like something that is ripe with narrative opportunity, which makes it FUN both as a creator and a consumer.

Let me see if I can explain what I mean by 'narrative opportunity' and why it appeals to me (and probably others) from a fanwork creator's perspective. Humor me for a minute here.

Let's say you have characters A and B, set in a universe, and lalala the plot happens. A and B are not canon but are the perfect shipbait, are both very fleshed out, they each have defined personality traits and goals and nuances. The universe is also very well established and described. And finally, the PLOT is very well established. These three things are critical. It's a tight story all around: there's few to no loopholes in the timeline or pacing, the characters feel deep and deliberate, the events of [thing] happen in a very specific way/order the whole time. This is a good thing! This is how good stories are often told. When an audience is confused and frustrated and fed bullshit half-answers about a vague world and characters that are shallow or contradict themselves, it typically makes them care less about a subject because there's no cohesion, no common threads to follow. Excessive handwaving is annoying as fuck.

Typically.

I say typically, because sometimes.... sometimes, you end up with what MRF managed to pull off.

MRF has an overall plot which on its face it SEEMS cohesive- such and such happens, the cast goes here then here then here, they do this, the day is saved. It APPEARS to be a tidy story, if all you look at is on the surface. But if you dig into this IP, even a little, it falls the fuck apart. The timeline is a mess. Decisions/plans made are a mess. Some of the beloved characters are one dimensional or are a mess (using tropes or singular traits or hints of intriguing nuance that are never again touched on.) The worldbuilding is a mess. And as a writer, I HAVE to dig into these things. My entire craft is based upon my understanding of the source material, and in the case of MRF, the source material is just. Fucking. All over the place, holy shit.

That said.

It is... a fun mess. This is the most important part: it is a fun mess regardless. For all that MRF falls short in many ways, it is STILL charming and nuanced enough to overcome its abject sloppiness or total lack of concrete lore. It has "good bones", as our friend group jokes.

So back to the narrative opportunity thing.

I typed all that shit up there to contrast a theoretical 'tightly woven' linear storydriven IP to whatever the fuck MRF is, through the comparative lens of creating fanworks off of either piece.

For the tight IP, where everything is laid out and makes sense and things are more 'set in stone', I as a writer have less wiggle room to change things- I have less narrative opportunity. Sure sure, as a writer I can do "anything" as long as I'm good, but realistically.... if the original work did not leave me a shitload of loopholes to exploit, or vagueness of characters/history/lore/whatever, if I want these things tweaked to suit the point of my story, I have to do a lot of fucking legwork. It might not even be feasible. Again, this is not inherently bad- it's good, I'd argue. It means the story doesn't suck, it means thought and effort was put into worldbuilding by the creators.

However- with Metaphor Re Fantazio, there are plot holes in that motherfucker so big I can drive a gauntlet runner through them. This is my delicious narrative opportunity.

Because canon in MRF is already so handwaved and vague, if not outright contradictory- as a writer, I have a LOT of freedom to change or fix or completely negate things without it feeling nearly as 'disruptive' to an audience. Let me give a quick one: electricity. You can't recall if MRF uses electricity, can you? I'll save you the hassle- there is ONE undeniable instance of electricity being used. (Sea monster attack, a lightbulb above the table very explicitly shorts out and dies.)

This opens up so many more questions than it answers. Did Neuras alone discover electricty? Is it just not commonly adopted yet? Was it a fluke by the Atlus studio?

Therein is my narrative opportunity.

And that's just one small example. MRF is full of this open ended shit, ranging from the society, to the physical worldmap, to the food, to the clothes, to the tribes, to the history and religion and 'animals' and magla and prince and- you get the idea. The characters, notably, are not exempt either.

Circling back to the original question 800 tangents later, "what is the best part of the Magnus Brothers/BasWill":  I personally like writing and reading Basilio/Will because of this narrative opportunity.

Basilio is incredibly fleshed out. He is, imo, an excellent character on all fronts. His visual design, VA, animations, backstory, interpersonal relationships..... it's genuinely a goldmine. For every one character trait or tidbit a main cast member has, he's got three.

By contrast, Will.... I'm gonna level with y'all here, I think Will sucks LMAO. The game does NOT give that guy more than the barest minimum nothingburger personality imaginable. Will doesn’t say more than a full sentence or single word answers for like half the damn game, and the utter wasteland of a personality for someone who SHOULD have a lot on the line, is... offputting, to me. However, there are still some facts to be gleaned from what little we're given: Will is calm, quiet, to the point, determined, and kind. Generally. Vaguely.

Once we recognize that Basilio as a character is more 'locked in' to believably behaving a certain way given his canon-established facts, whereas Will is NOT- that's where my narrative opportunity comes in. That's where my fun is.

Authors can, within reason, write Will SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS because of this. He's very close to a blank slate, while still showing enough personality that sssssooome things you could still point at and go "uh yeah that feels pretty ooc" but it's much looser. As an author, this means I can bend him into a little pretzel to behave certain ways that suit the narrative of the story I'm telling at that time, and it won't be egregiously difficult to do so nor conflict with canon. As a reader, it means I get to experience other people's Wills and see what THEY wanted to get out of him! And it (probably) also will not feel OOC, even if it's very different from mine! And that is so, so fun.

That is my technical answer.

My personal answer, if we're angling more for a quick bulleted "what do you like about THEM though, Quill," list (keeping in mind this is all personal preference or things that at least captivate ME on some level): size/strength difference, lived experience difference, experiment trauma background, Basilio's accent and personality is fun, his depth of character both in tandem with and apart from his brother Fidelio, his sense of humor and group banter, he's got unique non-human features (humans bore me so much omg), and he's just... a good person. Him and Will are straight up just good people, and that checks a box for me. Boring or simple, perhaps, but I (personally) don't read fanfic to make myself sad and miserable with sad and miserable characters, so Basilio/Will having such massive narrative opportunity to be nice people is pleasing to me and the genres I tend to favor.

That same narrative opportunity in the hands of a good writer can easily extend, though, to making them petty, or reserved, or despondent, or angry, or any number of completely different takes. And again: therein lies much of the fun, because MRF makes it so so easy to twist canon with what it does not give us. It's all in the nuance babeeeeeey.

This is already long so I won't crowd it further with an analysis on the Magnus Brothers- and that would be best under a spoiler tag anyway. But suffice to say, in all regards, it is the depth of character that Basilio has and Will, contradictingly, does NOT have, that makes them fun to write, read, and ship.

[ritsufeet]

don’t forget to kiss me!

kisses [ ft. s. ritsu, k. mika ]

or else you’ll have to miss me! in which ritsu won’t let you leave his side until you pepper him all over with kisses, and mika will ought to miss you if he doesn’t.

inspired by glue song from the one and only beabadoobee !!

all works from luvmouche and ritsufeet on tumblr

𒁷 sfw! happy late valentines! :)

𒁷 cw// lots and lots of smooching, clinginess, normal college au, blushing, flustered mika, ritsu’s so cheeky and cute im gonna bite his face off, mika’s so silly lalala

happy (late) valentine’s day, have this instead of a new smau chap (which will come soon, probably) i hope you’re as giddy as i was while writing this silly fic made from pure imagination (ritsu please come home)

sakuma, ritsu

as soon as you wake up, all you feel is a pair of hands running their cold fingers around your body and snaking them around your waist tightly, clinging onto you like a kitten.

you rub the excess sleep from your eyes and attempt to escape……. it’s useless. your snugly boyfriend just won’t let you go!

he whines and cries for you not to leave him, especially since it’s valentine’s day. you had to get up at some point in time, right?

well��� you were wrong. you stayed in bed with him for at least another 15 minutes. you were sure he’d fallen asleep again and you attempted to escape,,, again. didn’t work the last time, wouldn’t work this time.

how would you get out of his grasp…… what a pain. this cheeky brat.

“ritsu… i need to get up.” you groaned, turning to face him. his eyes were lidded, barely even awake. long, pretty eyelashes and ruby irises blink and open to the sight of you frowning. he pouts, “but.. it’s valentine’s day. you’re supposed to stay with me, you know? you’re so unfair,, i can’t have a single day with you without you leaving me to go somewhere else. do you not love me anymore?”

you softly chuckle, running your fingers through his nappy hair and kissing his nose. “of course i love you, ritsu. wouldn’t it be more fun on valentine’s day if we actually got up and did something?” he pulls you closer, burying his face in your chest. “so warm… i could spend all valentine’s day doing nothing if all i had to do was sleep with you.” he mumbles, rubbing his hands along your back.

“..seriously?” you pat his head, huffing. he nods, “seriously. i don’t need to go anywhere or do anything, as long as i’m with you—nothing else in this world matters.” you can’t help but smile at his words, pulling him in closer. “nothing else? not even your dearest maa-kun?” you tease, but ritsu obviously did not like that with the way he pulls away from your chest and frowns. “don’t bring maa-kun into this, (name)…” he pauses, cupping your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours. “i love you both equally… maybe you a little bit more if you’d stay with me.”

“what a shame that i can’t stay longer, hm?” you feign a sad face, looking down at the sheets and avoiding looking him directly in his face. ritsu frowns once more, kissing you along your jawline. “fine.. i guess if you wanna leave so bad, i’ll let you……on one condition, okay?” your ears perk up and you’re met with a disappointed, sulking ritsu. “oh, don’t be sad, my love.”

you kiss his forehead, then under his eyes—next thing you know, you’re peppering gentle kisses baked with genuine love all over his face and he can’t help but let up his sad facade and smile like an idiot. once you finally pull your lips away from his face, you can see the blush that’s dusted all over his cheeks.

“you know that wherever i go in this world, there’s not a single moment where i don’t have you on my mind. there isn’t a single time where i won’t return back to your arms, so don’t be sad, okay? i promise.” you push his hair back, placing it on his ear. “i love you, ritsu. now, what are your conditions?”

“…well. i can’t say no to you now…” he sighs, his arms leaving your waist and his hand now holding yours. “plus, you’ve already met them, so just go on already… i’ll be waiting for you, don’t break your promise, okay? i’ll seriously never forgive you if you do, and i won’t ever hold you again…” he says, kissing your hand one last time.

kagehira, mika

oh, sweet mika. he’s been so busy with work that he’s practically forgot about you!

at least, that’s what he’s worried about. he’s never known someone as gentle, loving, and patient as you.

he wanted to show his appreciation for you with a gift, just like how oshi-san taught him! with just a little bit of sowing—his love etched into the needle and the fabrics of his creation—and the glue that’s sticking him to you. :)

it took so much of his time that he thinks you’ll be mad that he hasn’t spent as much time with you as he should… he misses you so much, it’s driving him crazy. your voice, your touch, and most importantly—your lips.

so don’t be too surprised when he suddenly drops everything at his feet to see you, embracing you so tightly and never letting you go.

you were so surprised that you nearly lost your balance before he caught you. “m— mika? what’s wrong? this is unusual…” you giggle, rubbing his back. “ah…! ‘m sorry, (name)… i haven’t been payin’ much attention to ya, have i?” he withdraws from your body and fiddles with his fingers, nervously. you shake your head, “it’s fine, mika. it’s not like i’m going anywhere anytime soon, so don’t worry your pretty head off.”

his mismatched eyes look at you, desperate to say something. you tilt your head, curious. “do you have something to say, mika? go on, you can say it.” you smile, gently taking his hand and giving it a few squeezes. “right… i made a lil’ somethin’ for ya… i hope ya like it, (name)!!”

it was a pretty white bear, decorated with a lovely pastel pink bow with an adorable yellow bell on it’s neck and a cute ‘x’ on the eyes. the nose black, and ears a shade of pink. it was stitched carefully, and put together with the love of your sweet, hard-working boyfriend. “this is why you haven’t been seeing me lately? you’re so cute, mika. don’t think for one second that i’ll be upset just ‘cause you haven’t been paying attention to me, silly.”

you pinch his cheeks as softly as you could, and press a kiss to his forehead. “thank you so much, my love. i’ll cherish it until the day i die.” his whole face turns a cherry red, but his eyes glint with overflowing happiness. “b- but yer not dyin’ yet, (name)! ‘m gotta marry ya first!” he spurts out, and you laugh. “and i’ll happily accept your proposal, mika. always. thank you so much, dear. i love you.”

“‘m so happy,, i could cry… i love ya too, (name).” he grins, then he looks at the mess he made by dropping everything all at once on his desk. he panics, “i gotta clean this up b’fore oshi-san gets angry.. this is bad! will ya help me, (name)? ‘m so sorry…” he rushes to his desk, picking up the small needles that dropped onto the floor. you chuckle, “i’ll help. don’t worry, it’ll be like you never dropped anything in the first place.”

a/n: happy valentine’s day!!!!!!!!!! i’m sorry my posting schedule is so inconsistent and lacking…….but i’ll try to get off of my hiatus as soon as possible. here’s a small valentine’s day fic to make up for the loss

(normal fic taglist) taglist - @kzmeru @kavehsring @envyemu

[techamecha]

i worded my last post about this really bad because i made it in the middle of class, but i just sort of wanted to expand on my ideas because theyre EATING ME ALIBE!!!!

cw for under the cut; toxic/EVIL matthew . hes super not cutesy in this so plsplspls proceed with your own happiness in mind thank u

ok so something that had been bouncing in my head for a while is a really flawed matt because i personally just really really love thinking abt character flaws because it humanizes them in my mind more, and something that’s been like super prominent is a suuuper cocky matt

it doesn’t make sense, right? like with the way that he is portrayed and his lack of attention would make it kind of hard to be cocky, but i really like the idea of it being sort of a familial thing (ame and just the FACE family stuff). like his brother is obviously super cocky and i think they have that in common, but its never noticed in matt because hes never noticed… (i also think ame has more character depth regarding the way he views himself but i dont wanna talk about that right now lalala)

like, in my mind, i think matt has this really skewed view of himself and his brother. he secretly thinks that he is the better brother for a multitude of reasons, but he never expresses it because its not like people would listen

i think he’s constantly picking apart everything alfred does in his mind and using it to make him feel better about himself despite the lack of attention he gets from others (‘a lot of people like al, but a lot of people also hate him because he’s himself. no one hates me for me. they hate me for al. that counts for something, eh?’)

so, he’s created this sort of pedestal for himself, and he has a severe victim complex. in some ways, he deserves to feel like the world is against him, but i think he takes it to grotesque lengths. yes, he doesnt deserved to be ignored, but he has this view on himself that hes better than al in every way and everyone in the world is playing some sort of cruel joke on him. it creates a lot of tension when he forms relationships with other people (other countries outside of his family, and regular people) he has this constant nagging feeling that they’re secretly going to abandon him and he expresses it in his actions to the point where he forcibly drives people off because hes already convinced they will leave first..

then, the cocky/narcissistic aspect of things comes into play mostly when his ability to take responsibility is being discussed. say he makes friends with a normal person and they get into some sort of argument and they criticize something he does, he just doesn’t get why. his only method of checking his morals is seeing if it’s something obnoxious that his brother would do and, if it’s not, then he sees no fault in his behaviour. he ends up hurting and driving people away and his fucked up mind convinces him that hes the victim in it all, that people are just so cruel and aren’t seeing him for himself.

his long standing loneliness has contributed to these jumbled ideas that he’s too good for everyone to realize— that he doesn’t need to change, he just needs to find the right people. it’s detrimental to his views on himself and creates just an overall weird tension when hanging around him

but still, he’s so outwardly kind and softspoken, it’s very hard to fathom that he could be so cruel. it’s probably something that keeps people around longer. matt will vent about how everything has always been about his brother— how he quite literally blends into the background everywhere he goes— and people will feel sorry. they will stick around because he’s so pitiful and sad, until they realize that tolerance isn’t enough to maintain a relation— and that matthew is crazy

this is jumbled and jumping back to a previous point, but again, he drives people away because he’s convinced everyone is out to get him. the longer a person sticks, the more unbearable he becomes. he obsesses over every single thing that this person does, and twists their actions in one way or another. he wants the world to revolve around him and, since he knows it doesn’t, he just tries to convince the people around him to make their worlds revolve around him. he wants people to be there at his convenience. a friend cant hang out due to a job? or school? “you don’t care, do you? why do you even stick around? do you just want to meet my brother? i bet that’s it, huh? you don’t care for me at all.” a person could beg and plead against matthew’s words but he wouldn’t believe them no matter what. and then, all his words and thoughts are just confirmed once that person leaves him. his life is ruined and it’s his brothers fault (at least, that’s what he thinks).

he’s truly a wolf in sheep’s clothing and while i love to think about him just being super cutesy, i think stuff like this is also pretty fun to consider ^^ sorry it’s jumbled, i didn’t plan anything.. i just wanted to talk. and please dont hate me for this!!!!!!

[cattyfacepunny]

this is my gigglerator

Thier alternative name is 10000 glaggles TG

Lore:

Glaggles were purposed organisms made to spread joy that the ancients made so that they could have a joyous occasion every single day. but eventually the glaggles were like "oh my God we're more than pets for the ancients so we're gonna break out and make our own society" so they left. and it was great for a while! But then the ancient started building iterators and it was like flooding the world and glaggleland kept getting flooded and then they were like "what the freak are you kidding me" so they Made their own iterator. It was it was great. They made the gigglerater and instead of a city on top there's glaggleland on top. amazing soo joyous we love the glaggles. yeah so then they were like hanging out and they were just they're having a great time having a very joyous occasion, but the ancients were like "oh my God the glaggles have a iterator that's crazy. They can't do that"  they didint do anything about it though. They were like "whatever we're not gonna talk to the giggles the googles Yeah we're not talking to them because they're losers and we are cool" when mass ascension happened the ancients were like oh my God we're ascending the glaggles should ascend too so they like went to the glaggeland and they like forced a bunch of them to ascend and that's this world's version of the glaggeland massacre, not all of them acended because they hid or something. I guess there's glaggle echoes I don't know there's probably a glaggle echo somewhere. They were pretty sad cause a bunch of the glaggles ascended, but like now they're having a joyus occasion and they're hanging out and stuff now that the anicents are gone.

Ill be making more lore for them later thats just the backstory lalala

they probably have a gigglecat

also enophosians are around doing what they do

[neteyammeowmeow]

DEEPSEAENERGY HEADCANONS 🔥🔥🔥PT 2 HURRAY???

also have this sketches lalala, they are so broppy but like in the way if you’re crazy enough to understand (poppy is determined and outgoing and she tries to see the bright side, however when things don’t work out her way she gets surprised-surprised, but she gets back up again… ok sorry… while branch is paranoid and has four brothers that left him when he was younger and caused abandonment issues — errrmm, but he’s also a total nerd that does nerd stuff and he’s such a caring guy) I LOVEEEE TROLLS

anyways these are headcanons about like. everything i can think of for now. yayyy

Benthomaar really loves listening to the Ninja's experiences on their previous missions, and that eventually led to Lloyd pouring everything he had in his mind to him, may it be good or bad. At first, Lloyd got embarassed when he got carried away because he's not used to having an active audience to listen to him, but the more he listens to Benthomaar's calm and intrigued responses, he becomes a lot more comfortable. The Ninja are glad that Lloyd has someone he can talk to than just keeping it to himself.

Sometimes when Lloyd talks to Benthomaar, he lays his head on his lap and drift off to his words, then he snaps back and notices his bangs were somehow braided.

It's a mutual comfort that they share a lot of things with each other. For Benthomaar, he'd ask so many questions about the surface world, about the nature to the people. He also loved sharing about what Merlopia is like, why wouldn't a King be proud of their nation anyways? When it comes to cultural experiences, he promises Lloyd that they'll find the time to do them together. He hopes that Lloyd could fall in love with the sea as much as he fell in love with the land.

Benthomaar's words are so polite and formal, sometimes he can be very poetic, Lloyd thinks he talks like a storybook or sounds like a lullaby, and sometimes he falls asleep listening to Benthomaar's voice. Somehow, Lloyd always finds a more peaceful rest when he does.

(There's like a layer of lore behind this reasoning, but my own worldbuilding has Merlopians be blessed or chosen by certain sea animals to have their traits) Benthomaar doesn't need to sleep all the time, he feels exhaustion only after something stressful or incredibly tiring. So he mostly spends his time wide awake — and his old habit was to spend his time reading boks, but now, whenever Lloyd is with him, he'd also take his time to watch over him while he sleeps.

It was Nya and Kai who told him that Lloyd struggled with sleeping peacefully, he'd always shake around or wake up from a nightmare. Most of the time, he wouldn't tell the others about it because he doesn't want to bother them, but they could always hear him and know either way. He doesn't like to talk about it.

Noticing how comfortable Lloyd is with Benthomaar, she asked if he could help, so he did. Lloyd was pretty stubborn and insistent that he didn't need anything, he doesn't want to bother Benthomaar more than he already has. But Benthomaar explains how it's not like he has anything better to do than stay awake and ponder while everyone else is asleep.

If Lloyd woke up restless, Benthomaar was there to calm him down and reassure him. If he was restless in his sleep, then Benthomaar would do the same nonetheless. And Lloyd would wake up looking much better than he did previously, the Ninja noticed this change too. (Benthomaar definitely earned a bunch of points from his In-Laws).

On the topic of finding it hard to fall asleep peacefully, Benthomaar faces the opposite problem from Lloyd. Whenever he overworks or tries to push himself as much as he can to continue his tasks, even until the point he tires himself out, he'll immediately fall asleep wherever he is — and he doesn't wake up.

The first time Lloyd saw him in that state, it was during the coronation month. Benthomaar was pretty much passed out on his chair, his head was resting on the table, and Lloyd tried to shake his shoulder to wake him up, or call his name, but nothing worked. Lloyd decided that he should rather just get Benthomaar to rest somewhere comfortable and not on his workspace.

Anyways, the first thing Benthomaar noticed when he woke up, was that he was covered in a warm blanket - from the surface, and that he was on a cushioned couch, a distance away from his desk.

Benthomaar taught the Ninja how to do Merlopian Sign Language as a way for Merlopians to communicate underwater (talking would cause a lot of bubbles and discomfort during conversations, so much more). When Benthomaar teaches Lloyd, he'd always find a way to sneak in a few jokes, or tease him, but he's pretty smooth with it. He is AWFUL at it.

"Bentho, how do you sign my name?"

"Your name, Lloyd? That is a simple structure to work with..." And guess what Benthomaar signed?

"I don't remember L looking like that..."

"Because it is not an L, this means cute in Merlopian. Do both not fit you?"

If Lloyd messes up a gesture, Benthomaar would hold his hands and recorrect him. Sometimes, Lloyd does his mistakes intentionally so that Benthomaar would hold his hands.

Benthomaar signs kind words on the scars that's on Lloyd, sometimes he does those on bad days, but sometimes he does it randomly. At first, Lloyd didn't understand why, then Benthomaar explained how he believes that despite all the wounds that have scarred on the person, no matter mentally or physically, their presence still exists, it matters, and they're still trying to persevere past that. Striving past the burdens of the past is incredibly difficult, and so the people who are able to, he believes they are very strong. Of course, with that point Benthomaar believes that Lloyd is incredibly strong. (They hugged after that because Lloyd didn't want Benthomaar to see him cry)

... Lloyd and Benthomaar have a specific sign that they use to greet each other. (Benthomaar also has one with Jay)

Benthomaar prefers to be served raw fish. Any fish that is cooked or heavily seasoned tastes weird to him (he’s not used to it, but he tries) — so whenever they hang out in the city, Lloyd’s go-to is always a sushi bar because that’s one of the few places where they both can eat fish without the other getting sickly of it. (Benthomaar loves Sashimi oh I bet 100%)

Due to their culinary cultures being vastly different, it took them awhile to adjust and figure out what the other likes. It’s very difficult to sort out considering most of the things Benthomaar likes to eat, Lloyd can’t, but the things Lloyd likes to eat, Benthomaar finds it a peculiar taste. It is really that hard when one eats things fresh from the hunt, while one eats things already cooked for taste. If it weren’t for Zane and his recipe books, they’d be stuck on debating what to have for dinner.

Lloyd and Benthomaar aren’t the greatest cooks, it’s fortunate that Lloyd learned from watching his siblings. They try to learn how to figure things out together like they always do, even if there’s a lot of trials and errors — Lloyd’s just glad that Benthomaar is a patient person. Lloyd was the one that taught Benthomaar how things work in the kitchen as best as he can (he’ll leave the rest to Zane). The kitchen is, actually, one of the places where they end up laughing and talking together the most.

They’re kind of in a long distance relationship? It’s hard for them to meet up and spend awhile together due to their duties as leaders, with Lloyd spending most of his time in the Monastery or accepting commisions to help the citizens, and Benthomaar being the King trying to reestablish Merlopia after his brother’s short lived — yet destructive rule. They promise to meet whenever they can by the sea shore, which is an equal distance far away from their own homes, it’s a very difficult promise to make but of course they’ll have the time for each other.

Lloyd once surprised Benthomaar by visiting Merlopia during his week off duties. Benthomoaar had no idea about what was going on until he recieved news that a surface dweller’s ship sailed all the way to their nation, he was just about to panic because they were informed nothing but then, he sees such a familiar looking blond adorned in colorful shades of oranges, reds, and greens, and that’s Lloyd. He was trying so badly to try and not look so excited but he was, very, very, very excited.

“My friend,” so he said in a calm collected tone. “I am so happy to see you again.”

Lloyd thought his voice sounded absurd, maybe Benthomaar didn’t notice that his wagging tail betrayed his composure. But he didn’t need an affirmation because only seconds later, he was being squeezed to death, Benthomaar’s hugs can just do that, he guessed. He missed him so much.

Likewise, if it were Benthomaar that surprised Lloyd… Lloyd would be unsure how to approach Benthomaar, so he’d stand there contemplating his disbelief and his choices before giving him a hug, except it’s a very awkward yet happy hug.

When I said “In-Law points” a few headcanons back, there’s this silly concept I thought of that Benthomaar would be put on trial for the Ninja to know if he’s truly “Significant Other Candidate for Lloyd” enough, because they absolutely do not want a repeat of last time. Benthomaar doesn’t know about the trial, however, only the Ninja do — Lloyd caught on eventually after he noticed they were acting weird around Benthomaar. It’s only funny because they started doing that even before Lloyd and Benthomaar were in a relationship, Lloyd was incredibly embarassed. They’d ask Benthomaar random questions out of nowhere with peculiar scenarios, or ask him to do certain chores just so they’ll know if he’s worth it. He was sent to a war he didn’t know he was in.

Lloyd and Benthomaar are like Dragon and Phoenix :3 The dragon represents strength, power, and good luck, while the phoenix represents high virtue, grace, power, and prosperity. When paired together they’re yin (phoenix) and yang (dragon)

That is it for NOW… Also have Bloyd coded songs methinks

[mmc-veronica]

NeverEnding Story - A' English Translation

wow. its been a while. here's the final part to A''s Unlimited drama cd! this is not proofread and i'm a bit sick right now so sorry if some of the translation is inaccurate! translation is under the cut!

Well? How is it?

Right?! And on top of that, did you notice anything?

Wow! As expected of my Honey! This… I didn’t know which part I should spoil! Ermm… well as you heard, I tried to make a song based off of a day in the life with my Honey! Well you see, as the leader, I have to spread around a charged up happiness and doesn't turning a day filled with happiness into a song kind of sound perfect for that? Well to be honest I think I made it too personal, but I think the beauty of the E-tan world kind of drowns it out! Well either way, with the power of the happiness of this song, the Girls that will listen to this will have a freeing and indulgent type of happiness that’ll rain down on them, there’s no doubt…well?!

Right? Right? That’s the type of song that I wanted! How do you say… a song that makes you have fun just by listening to it! Well… putting aside the fact that the other members were drunk as hell while finishing up the song, it turned out the way I wanted so for now it’s okay! More than anything, I got to see my Honey’s smile, so it’s no problem and there’s still tens of millions of points worth of appeal! 

Ehehe, what’s with that? But! But! With that included, it’s all going to my plan! As the Ambassador of Happiness, the most important thing is my own happiness, I’ve told you before!

Well of course I’ll let you listen to it! Um… but I’ll say this first, it’s not a sad song or anything, so don’t get any wrong ideas, okay?

Well to those who don’t know anything, probably. I think they’ll just think “oh lalala what a nice song,” I think even my own members think that but… I’ve already told you a lot so I’d feel bad if you read too much into it. On that note, if you listen to it until the very end, I believe you’ll know what kind of song it is.

Yay! Then I’m looking forward to it even more now! With that being said, the curtain is rising on the stage of A’, spreading happiness even further! 

[Mirror House starts playing]

I would’ve changed it without being told!

Agh!!! Don’t bring my Honey into this conversation!

What’s some masked guy like you going to do about this?!

Ahh.. ugh! We’ve just unveiled our new songs and I wanted to have some fun with my Honey but that fucking bastard is so extreme! Ah, Honey-san, there’s a step right here so watch your step~

Fuck! I didn’t hear anything about an equipment inspection for the studio, give me a break!

Um… well… I guess I do want people to listen to our new song’s first performance in a good atmosphere. I guess that’d be a good thing! 

Gasp Really?! If you say that my usual self confidence goes up exponentially! 

Ehehe, that’s natural, though! If it’s not like that then there’d be no meaning to it, right? It has meaning because I’m the one singing it. It’s a song for me, right? But… the reason I wrote that song… is because I have you by my side. 

Hehe! There you go again, saying things like that! You’re always so modest~ Well, even so my love for you is exploding

Heh! Just as I thought, you understand it properly! That song’s true meaning, I mean. 

Well I wonder, where is it? But… I think that I should try to go everywhere that I can, as NSFW’s Charisma Vocalist and Ambassador of Happiness E-tan, or A’. I say all that, but of course you’ll be by my side, too. From now on, and on, and on, and on~! Yes! Thank you~ Kiss

Mmhmmhmm! This is it! The flavor that can make me the happiest in the world! It’s name is Honey~! How should I put it… I’m in the mood right now to pin you down right now but this is the staff entrance to the agency so there someone could come at any moment like another guy or another guy or a Momo-san who’s on his way to take a smoke break! What we need right now is a private place to escape to, I know~! So with that being said, Honey-san, let’s set forth to the Yamanote line to my place, of course! And with no delay, let's go!

[idiosinkratico]

i forgor to post this. these are my different couriers. more below. WARNING: theres actually A LOT of text. i went kinda crazy there..

okay so the first one... i cant choose his name, well, i do have his name is just that does it make sense? like the reason he haves that names, does it make sense? How does it make sense that a Hispanic family chose that name since they have reserved what little remains of their culture for years? So it all started clearly with the fact that their ancestors were Hispanic, the war came, they were among the few who managed to enter one of the Vaults. and well, the family wanted to maintain their identities so among themselves from generation to generation they continue speaking Spanish and having some hispanic practices adhered into them. Although over the years, after getting used to the new society, they 'lose' a bit of that. For example, they speak more English now than they did back in 2127. Yes, I made this OC to experience a bit of what other cultures/nationalities would be like in Fallout, whose world focuses more on the United States than anything else.

Well anyway his name is Ismael surname Barrera. Now to actually explain who he is, he's of course, courier six, but he is more of a traveler than anything else. his gender is quite unknown, not even them can explain it, and he doesnt care if he gets confused glances. is whatever for him (have you noticed the lil bit of self insert yet?). oh and also he likes to travel for the sake of learning new places, new people and how the Wasteland works. she also is a Prospector (polite name for scavenger. yes i robbed this phrase from the game). he loveees to collect stuff, which is why he wears the roving trader outfit! also i added other things to make it look like he does collect and reutilize things a lot. like the NCR helmet. he ISN'T from NCR (and actually critizes them a lot), but he keeps the helmet. also yes i made it deliberadly to look weird is a helmet with goggles then he wears glasses, and then again theres another goggles on his neck... why? because he never feels is enough. i mean, while collecting stuff he may have the same things because who knows if the other could be lost or broken. companions say that they look like a whole ahh brahmin pack, and that hey, they exist too. give them some of their stuff, your back doesnt look okay. as in personality, i think i let it clear hes curious. way too curious. so many times he got into combat because they looked at something and wanted to look what it was, then boom it was a big scorpion. also they are definitely idealistic, they believe that well if the world cant change, at least she haves to change, and give people a reason to believe not everything is hopeless (so yeah he has good karma). they also are analyze almost non stop, thats a part of their curiosity. and i mean like he can analyze from how the factions works and how all the options (NCR, Legion, Mr. House, and yes, even Yes Man) will affect the Mojave, lalala but also suddenly analyze hey how do robots do that thingy when a man loves a woman so much? theres way more but i think this should be enough. other stuff includes: loves history and science. collects books from time to time and reads it a lot, which explains where he gets big words. barely remembers his past other than he traveled a lot and why he does so. shes around his early twenties. major skills are: Science, Survival and Guns. Traits: Four Eyes and Hoarder. oh and;

S: 7 P: 3 E: 5 C: 4 I: 8 A: 7 L: 6

> As for the other, this one i just did recently. A compulsive liar. Havent still decided his name, though Oscar sounds good enough. Around his late twenties. Identifies as a man. Worked as a courier because he didnt have anything else better to do. After getting shot, while it wasnt of course pleasurable, he kinda liked it since finally he has something interesting to tell and is actually the truth AND he was shot for actually being important. he twists the story a bit just to make himself look better. also yes when veronica asks him where does he comes from, he unironically and bit dramatically answers "From the grave". cares a bit too much about his appearance. well more like he cares what people think of him. you can imagine the amount of joy he had when he heard in the radio about himself and how people seem to finally see him as someone famous. as for what side he goes for, he chooses Yes Man instantly. You can already see his S.P.E.C.I.A.L. status so i wont bother putting it again. Oh and he also suffers a bit of amnesia from the bullet. He has mostly good karma but since hes also bit of a robber, doesnt have the best reputation, and also, people find out he lies a bit too much. Major skills includes; Barter, Sneak and Lockpick. Traits: Kamikaze and Fast Shot.

> And the last one. Her name is Dhalia. Around her late twenties as well. Tbh that wasnt her design at first. Thats a doodle i did but i liked it so much i chose that drawing as her new design. For her i dont really know what kind of personality she may have. I guess shes the quiet, logical type of person. She values reason before all... or well thats what she says. Also shes very blunt. Doesnt tolerates at all if she sees bitchy behaviour. bit too serious but doesnt mean she doesnt have a sense of humor. She was a mercenary before becoming a courier, why did she choose to be one? to take a break... that sadly didnt last as she was shot in the head. she has more like neutral karma. Like she doesnt really 'care' about whats right or wrong. she mostly looks for herself before anything else. surviving is the first and foremost important step. that doesnt mean she can't help others though, but most of the time when she helps someone is more because she logically assumes that yeah, this is the right thing to do, and doesnt do it out of compassion. at first she was siding with Mr. House just because 'is her job' but she herself realizes that he isnt a very good choice for the Mojave. she may side more with NCR because she thinks they are the ones who may bring more stability to the Mojave, and this also probably because she was born in the NCR (i am not saying shes right) (though i cant still decided for myself what side she may take. well, i am still writting her so i guess it makes sense). Major skills are: Guns, Sneak and Medicine. Traits: Trigger Discipline and Skilled. And;

S: 6 P: 7 E: 7 C: 3 I: 8 A: 9 L: 4

- I have way more OCs (this is how i know the fixation is down bad lmao). Like i have a latinoamerican ghoul that like i want to explore once again about other cultures/nationalities in Fallout, though i guess to make it more 'fit' to themes of the franchise, will be about the American dream, though i dunno if there was such thing like that in Pre-War America, which is why i am kinda leaving him on the dust until i know better about this. Then theres also another ghoul who is an old doctor lady, actually inspired in one my very old OCs and realized that i could just make her a ghoul and thats it. That is more of my love towards old ghouls... we need them more, desperadly. also made her to be from Vault 12 and be one of the ghouls to leave the area around when Set was set (no pun intended) for leader. likes to medically study how ghoul transformation works. also works as a doctor as she has quite the knowledge from Pre-War medicine. i also have a human guy OC thats a mechanist and in him i want to explore about undiagnosed neurodivergence in a world like Fallout.

and and my favorite so far but i cant even know if she fits is a First-Gen supermutant OC thats (again) a mechanist and a crafter! shes Olivia. she makes and fixes supermutants' armor, in fact decorated her own armor hehehe. though of course she doesnt make every armor for supermutants, she came from my question of where the hell do supermutants get their armor? like of course they won't use humans' armor, thats way too tiny. then again they have to get the right resources for an armor thats actually an armor, like whats the matter in putting materials that will be just like dressing with cardboards? but besides that, she also makes other stuff that are like, common day-to-day stuff, but, for supermutants! i mean like, stuff like humans may use and if supermutants may use too, she makes it to be more accesible to supermutants, and she does so because of the feeling of community between eachother, like she cares for them and wants to help. i still feel like she may not fit within supermutants a lot though (i have the need to make OCs as accurate as possible based in the world they are in). but i guess thats whats fun is about. oh and also, i made her because man we need more female supermutants!!! for a bit of backstory, as i said shes a First-Gen supermutant meaning that she comes from The Unity, shes like one of the people that came from one of the Vaults. i still work on what her opinion is about being transformed in a supermutant... if she finds it better or not. anyway. after The Master goes kaboom along The Cathedral and Mariposa Base, she as other supermutants wandered around The Wasteland until finding Broken Hills in where she finds she likes crafting stuff besides armor. She worked as a miner there. Then basically she follows Marcus with the other supermutants until settling in Jacobstown. Also I don't know if this stupid and nonsensical but like remember Tabitha's wig? So uh yeah do you know Olivia also likes scavenging around places to find the resources for her crafts, and also along the way bring resources for her community. what if she finds a wig and some heartshapped and gives it to Tabitha, as a gift yes. im sorry for bringing Canon + Non canon interaction.... she is quite saddened by what happened in Black Mountain. if she could she would have take Neil's place to look out for the place but shes busy with her own stuff. also shes close friend with Lily Bowen hehehe and lets her ramble about her grandkids (again. heh. get it?)

Uh well i think i said enough already. that was all bye bye!

[ivory-lamps]

A10: Interstellar Mirage

Characters: Muneuji, Ushio, Nagi, Netaro, Akuta, Yukikaze, Kafka, Tao, Chihiro, Ten, Kuguri, Kiroku & Nanaki Location: Hama Summary: Some time passes since the toast and excitement spreads through the room. Netaro arrives late and begins passing out colourful steamed buns… Proofreader: Shay

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Translator’s Notes ☽.‎˖

Gyaru: Derived from the English word “gal”. It’s a Japanese fashion subculture which consists of showy clothing, heavy tanning, bleached or dyed hair, and lots of makeup. Associated items can be brightly coloured.

Cica: This is the Hungarian term for “cat/kitten”.

Momiji / Kaede: (Kafka went around giving a toast to all the ward mayors, but I wonder if he’s doing okay. He looked like he couldn’t handle his alcohol very well during his coming-of-age party…)

Kafka: Heey~ Manager, so this is where you were~ Huug~

Momiji / Kaede: Wha!? I took my eyes off you for a second and you’ve gotten this drunk?

Yukikaze: He must have gotten into a good mood seeing things finally take shape. Should I carry him?

Momiji / Kaede: Oh, thanks. But maybe it’ll be better to ask Sakujiro-san to take care of him instead.

(It was inevitable during Kobe, but I bet he’ll sulk again if he finds out Yuki-nii carried him.)

Yukikaze: But Sakujiro-san went out to get a set of mahjong tiles to play with Liguang, Kinari and Yodaka-san.

Momiji / Kaede: Huh? Why mahjong tiles?

Kafka: Noo~ I’m not sleeping until Netaro gets here! We’re gonna conquer the world together~

Momiji / Kaede: (After having an interview with Netaro-kun through Daniel-san’s recommendation, Kafka has really taken a liking to him.)

(But it’s nice having more ward mayors that are like friends. Right, Kafka?)

Chihiro: Oh, I wanted to take a picture with Manager-pii but looks like they’re having a hard time with a dead-drunk President-chii. Guess I’ll come back later.

Tao: Hmm… ……? Can you hear something?

Chihiro: Huh?

??: …Steamed buns~ Addicting steamed buns~ Straight outta the steamer ♪

Netaro: How about some crazy delicious steamed buns?

Laika: Buns!

Chihiro: Wow~!! These are great! They’re so cute ☆ The pet robot also has a [1]gyaru look to it – you’re the G.O.A.T~♪

Tao: Oh, are you Yowa-san? The one who runs that steamed bun cafe…? You said you were gonna be late, right?

Netaro: That’s right. I’m indeed Netaro Yowa, the one who will be the mayor for ward 18! I ended up arriving late since I was steaming these new limited buns for the party.

Chihiro: Chii’s Chihiro! And this is Tao-Tao! I’m so psyched – these strange steamed buns look so good~♪

Netaro: This is the “Interstellar Mirage ☆ Natto Bean Curry Bun” and this one is “Smiling Bon Voyage ☆ Mushroom Cheese Bun”.

Laika: Nattuuu~♪ Lalala, beep beep beep.

Chihiro: OMG! This lil’ robot just started singing outta nowhere – that’s sooo cute ☆ Can I take a picture with you both, Taroppu? And post it on dazzle~?

Netaro: Why, of course, Chii!

Tao: Wow, they’re already calling each other by their nicknames…

Chihiro: Hey, do you have fingers~? Can you make a heart with Chii~?

Tao: Taking a picture’s fine and all but I’m gonna have a steamed bun. Uhh… I’ll take the mushroom and cheese…

Chihiro: Then Chii’s gonna have the crazy natto curry one. Thanks for the food ♪

Tao & Chihiro: Munch…

Netaro & Laika: ……

Tao: …Pfft, ahahahahahaha! What the heck is this? It’s making me laugh like crazy!!

Chihiro: Huh!? Tao-Tao…!?

Tao: Ahahahahaha!

Chihiro: Uh, I dunno what’s going on but Tao-Tao’s going LMAO and it’s so SSR worthy! I totally have to film this!

Tao: My stomach, it hurts…!

Laika: Natuu, Giovanni, piroppu~

Chihiro: Cuteeee ☆ He’s rolling around on the floor~ Sigh I think my maternal instincts are overflowing! OMG!! I’ve never felt this way before! I can’t stop taking pics~♪

Toi: I–It’s Chii-sama…! We’re standing on the same ground…! Breathing the same air…!

Ahh… I want to pray for this miracle! Thank you for letting me be born in the same generation as my idol…!

Mashiro: Chii-sama is certainly one of the most important people destined to be born in this world!

Sonia: Ohh~ So Chii-sama is one of the chosen life-forms! I see!

Chou un: …I think all life is equal but I shall refrain from tactless comments.

Momiji / Kaede: Oh, Netaro-kun is here. Kafka’s asleep, though.

Kuguri: Hey, [2]Cica. Are you enjoying the banquet?

Ten: I figured we haven’t had a drink together yet. Anyway, good job selecting all 18 ward mayors.

Momiji / Kaede: Thanks, you two. Cheers!

(A lot of different relationships are being formed now that they’re all living together under one roof, but… it’s a bit strange seeing Ten-kun and Kuguri-san get along so well already.)

Ten: Oh, right. Shumai was howling up a storm when that guy from the steamed bun cafe came.

Kuguri: Hehe. It must be one of those wild instincts. Are you sure you want to let him in?

Momiji / Kaede: Oh… you’re talking about Netaro-kun? He is a bit of an enigma but I think it’s fine.

(According to Toi-kun’s divination, Netaro-kun was also a necessary individual that will guide us to his brother. We have to help him find his brother, just as we promised.)

Akuta: Haa, haa, all of these are so good I think I might go to heaven…!

I think I’m gonna stuff myself like it’s my last day on Earth, so don’t get in my way, okay!?

Ushio: What an idiot, walking to and fro like that. I don’t wanna watch you pig out.

Kiroku: …But… Kurama… that’s your… third plate of fried noodles…

Ushio: Hey, we’re not talking about me right now.

Kiroku: …It’s delicious so… you don’t… have to be embarrassed…

Ushio: I’m not feeling any bit embarrassed, just so you know.

Muneuji: Hmm… I’d like some more. I’m going to get seconds.

Nanaki: Oh, I’ll go with you, then. The pizza I had before was pretty good… Hm?

Tao: Sigh I finally calmed down… My cheeks hurt from laughing too hard.

Chihiro: Huh? Why did I take a gazillion pics of Tao~? I had these weird maternal instincts that washed over my entire body…

Netaro: Ahaha! Perhaps I added too much of that one secret ingredient~! Right, Laika?

Laika: Shwaa.

Nanaki: ……! …Huh…!?

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??: “Euclidean Instant Disassembly Stripping Pen”. Why, I’m rather proud of my invention!

Human clothes… they tend to get stuck at the throat.

Kiroku: …W–Where is he…?

Nanaki: Who even is he? Where did you come from? The door’s supposed to be over there…

Akuta: Wait, what about the egg?

Nanaki: Ah…!

Muneuji: What’s wrong? You’re trembling.

Nanaki: T–That’s… that guy…!

Muneuji: ?

……!

Akuta: Maaaan, I can feel the calories seep into every fibre of my being~!

Muneuji: Everyone, I want you to listen to me closely.

Kiroku: ?

Muneuji: The individual we met on the rooftop after the concert is right there. It’s that secret agent with the egg.

Ushio: What!? You’re kidding…

Nanaki: I’ve been staring at him and it has to be him. There’s no way I wouldn’t be able to recognise him.

Akuta: …Really? I don’t remember.

Ushio: I never expected anything from your brain cells, idiotake. Anyway… why is he even here? I don’t get it.

Is he the mayor of ward no.18? The one who said he’d be late?

Muneuji: Most likely. He must be Netaro Yowa-san.

Nanaki: What was it? He’s supposed to be from the secret special forces… It’s called ponzu or something…

Akuta: Yorozu!

Ushio: You remember that?

Kiroku: …The… egg… it’s there… too…!

Ushio: Huh?

Kiroku: Look…

Laika: Beep beep beep. Zee zee zee. Boing.

Nanaki: Hmm… That’s not the egg. I think that’s just a normal pet robot.

Ushio: I agree with the panda.

Kiroku: N–No… that’s… definitely…

Muneuji: You were the one who shared a deep emotional bond with the egg. I believe in Kinugawa’s intuition.

Nanaki: Even if we ignore the egg, is it okay for us to carelessly approach him?

Ushio: Who knows…? He seems dangerous so maybe it would be best to keep our distance. There might be an explosion or we might get our clothes stripped.

Akuta: Hey, did we meet on a rooftop in the summer?

Netaro: Hm?

Ushio: That guy…! He shouldn’t have strolled up to him and asked him that directly…!

Akuta: Well, everyone’s saying we all met then.

So is it true~!?

Ushio: Pretend we don’t know him.

Nanaki: …… Muneuji…!?

Muneuji: Pardon my impertinence. I’m Muneuji Kaguya, the mayor of ward no. 8. Do you recall?

Netaro: Uji, your eyes are beautiful. I feel like I’ve seen them a long time ago…

Muneuji: ……

Netaro: I don’t really remember. How about we call this our first meeting?

Muneuji: ……

Akuta: Nice to meet you. Je m'appelle Akuta Supa Hero!

Ushio: Mu-chan, we’re leaving! You, too!

Muneuji: …I see. It’s because he’s a part of Yorozu.

He is a secret agent who performs his duties in civilian clothes, so he’ll blend into society by working an ordinary job. He must not be able to reveal his identity – just like the time on the rooftop.

Ushio: Mu-chan, what’re you mumbling about?

Nanaki: So this just means he doesn’t know us, right?

Muneuji: Right. If he says he’s never seen us before, then we should also get our story to match with his. We mustn’t get in the way of his mission.

Kiroku: ……

Ushio: That’s fine. Let’s just leave it at that.

Nanaki: Hmm… Oh, well.

Akuta: Then I’m good too. Anyway, let’s eat!

Muneuji: ……

Nagi: …Sigh…

Sonia: Are you okay, Nagi-san?

Nagi: Yeah…

Sonia: This is worrying.

Nagi: Yeah. At this rate… things might be really bad.

Maybe I should go back to the store and start handing out flowers.

Sonia: But… the temperature’s gone down and it’s cold.

Nagi: That’s even better.

Sonia: ……

Nagi: Yeah. It’s better this way. …Anyway, I’ll be back.

Sonia: Nagi-sa–

Momiji / Kaede: Oh, Nagi-kun. What’re you doing over here?

Nagi: …Uhh… um.

Sonia: O–Oh, we suddenly received a work request…!

Nagi: Yeah. A sudden work request.

Sonia: Y–Yes, we’re in quite a pickle since we’re temporarily closed!

Momiji / Kaede: Yeah? Okay. We’ve got cake too so hurry back, alright?

Nagi: Y–Yep. Thanks. I’ll be going, then…

Momiji / Kaede: Come home soon!

Nagi: Ugh!

Momiji / Kaede: Are you okay!? You’re suddenly clutching your chest!

Nagi: It’s nothing… I’ll be back…!

*Nagi leaves in a hurry*

Sonia: Are you okay, Nagi-san!?

Nagi: I’m still… fine.

But if anymore happiness starts spilling out… then things will start getting really bad. I need to regulate it…

…Let’s go, Sonia. We’ll bear with the numbing cold and hand out the flowers – we need to dilute these happy feelings.

Sonia: Gotcha!

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[takami-takami]

RANT ABOUT MYSELF. BOOOOO

The fucking. PROBLEM is, "get me out of here," I say, shaking the bars of my cage. "Get me out of this house."

But. I don't have any faith in myself that I would be able to survive out there considering I had a Hawks Childhood with respect to neglect and hiding from the world. It's hard. It's hard! Idk if it comes across or if I'm just good at masking, but I wasn't allowed out of the house as a kid. I didn't socialize during key years. A decade. And it's hard, because I spent a good deal of my school years alone and bullied as well.

I feel like I am too traumatized to be able to function in society correctly; not necessarily because of the amount of hurt inflicted upon me— which was quite a bit— but because of what was deprived of.

I don't... Fucking know how to speak people. I don't know English and even though it is my only language, I feel like it's barely my first. I'm not fluent in being a fucking person. I was told to put on a fake shell persona and to never be myself around friends. I try not to listen, but maybe they were onto something cuz I probably should have. I don't know what to do besides try and pull a Wybee with that stitched smile thing.

I try very hard to connect. I'm actually quite terrible with maintenance of relationships. I'm not a good friend, I run away and avoid my inbox. I look at every ask I get and feel deeply unwell at the thought of answering. I love deeply but shallowly. I try to connect further, but it feels like there is a glass box separating me from everyone else.

I don't feel better than anyone else, I just feel wrong. And I see people with all these friends and I get jealous, like. I don't. I don't know what that's like!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!

I consider people online to be friends but I'm scared to say it. It feels like I'm not allowed. I don't feel like I'm doing it right. I don't talk regularly when I wish I did.

Head in my hands. I remind myself again, to take accountability and make the decison to be better. It's a fucking choice. But every time pull down that veil to delude myself into thinking I made my problems up, singing lalala I can't hear you, I don't wake up when I open my eyes. I'm not better just because I decided it. It's still me.

And I don't fucking know if I'm even capable of learning how to live my dream. Which is to have friends both irl and online, a partner (optional), and a job. That is all. That is all. I want bonds. I want bonds. I want bonds. I see how connected everybody could be but not me.

I fucking. HATE how much I am probably projecting onto Hawks. LAUGHS. Everybody disregard my analysis from now on, the fucking jig is up! /s