#and she pays pretty decently-ish

[tirfpikachu]

tfw i have $948cad and rent is $980 AND MY PLACE IS A WRECK

[electricbluebutterflies]

If you’re taking prompts for Kastle, what about a marriage of covienience? They have to get married so she can’t testify against him!

PG-ish and also on ao3.

Karen never did think of herself as the marrying type. Just as well, she thinks on the steps outside a courthouse where she’s about to do something incredibly stupid. No heart left to break when this goes sideways.

On some level she supposes she’s surprised it took so long for this to happen. How tangled she’s been in Frank’s war, the things she knows that she is absolutely not supposed to know… the idea of using marriage to keep her safe was inevitable, maybe, and-

“We still doin’ this?”

Nearly late, but he did bring flowers for her. She’ll forgive him.

“Do you have rings?”

He taps a jacket pocket. “You did say nothing fancy, right?”

“I said nothing expensive,” Karen replies, almost a laugh. “But… yes.”

This is one of her more questionable ideas, fine. The kind of thing one suggests at around one in the morning, kneeling on the bathroom rug, assessing another round of DIY stitches and she’s gotten just a little too good at those lately. The fear that someday something might go very wrong, and it would be in both of their best interests if she had a certain immunity.

She hadn’t actually expected Frank to say yes, but even she can only predict his behavior so far.

Now here they are, three days later, a courthouse he does not have history at. With any luck, it’ll be in and out, and then…

Karen hasn’t really thought abut what happens next. Karen hasn’t thought about a lot of things she probably should.

“You… white roses. Again.”

“You did seem to like them-“

She is not a romantic, she thinks as she clears the distance between them, but she can appreciate being seen. She takes a heartbeat of a kiss, and for that heartbeat she can convince herself that all of this is normal, that she is minutes away from doing something legally binding because she wants to and not because…

Fine. She does want to. She’ll keep that quiet, but-

The flowers end up in one of her hands and the other entwines with one of his, and for the first time she feels the butterflies she’s pretty sure most women feel on their wedding day. Most women do not marry the vigilante who ended up with a key to their apartment after he broke the window lock, but…

She knows Frank, to the extent anyone ever will. He’s a decent man, in his way. Respectful of her. Loves her, maybe, if he’s still wired for that somewhere deep in what remains of his heart. Was a good husband, once, for another woman. Might be, again, for her.

Once they’re inside, Karen unzips her jacket, and this may not be a wedding but she still took the time to get a vintage dress for the occasion, and-

“You look…”

He’s speechless. She wants to kiss that away. She’ll ruin her lipstick if she does that.

Instead, a blush she can’t control. Instead, something soft and warm curled up in her heart, like this might mean something.

“You like the dress?��

“If we were different people…”

So, yes.

So, thoughts they won’t speak.

It’s enough to get her through the motions, what feels like an endless line and the creeping feeling that at some point other people in her life are going to find out about this and she cannot wait to see how bad certain people take it and-

Their turn. His hands around her hands around the flowers that are becoming very convenient for steadying her panic. This is real. This is either the biggest mistake she’s ever made or a better decision than she’s anywhere near realizing. Too early to call.

Karen doesn’t pay attention to most of her wedding. The tired judge doesn’t appear to realize she’s binding a notorious public figure in holy matrimony, so there’s that, and-

“I do.” Karen’s voice almost breaks. This part, she’ll remember all too well, her hands shaking again and-

“You wanna get the rings out of my jacket pocket?”

She does. She’s pretty sure this isn’t how it normally goes, but it gives her the chance to look at the plain gold band she’s going to wear for the rest of her days and-

“It’s perfect.”

“Figured if you’d wanted something sparkly you would’ve-“

“Can we not talk about my exes right now?”

Frank laughs, and his fingers are steady as he slips the ring onto her finger, and this is real now, this is so real and-

She’s not sure who kisses who first. She’s not sure she cares. It’s not the most romantic kiss this space has ever seen, but it’s real, and that’s enough.

“What now?”

“Don’t know what you’re supposed to do after this.”

Past experience doesn’t mean anything, she reminds herself. Neither of them have done this before, and-

“We should go out. Should. But I’d rather… apartment?”

Karen ends up spending the rest of her wedding day curled up on her couch. They have not discussed anything that happens next. They do not need to. This may have happened for legal-immunity reasons, but-

“When does this get weird?” she asks after a few hours – not all of which she remembers being awake for – and most of a bottle of wine split between them.

“What if it doesn’t?”

“It isn’t…”

“Wouldn’t have said yes to your proposal if I didn’t like you, ‘Ren.”

“We’re never that simple.”

She leans back against him anyways, lets his arms envelope her again, and this is hers now in more ways than it was this morning. She doesn’t know what she’s supposed to be feeling, but her fingers play with her ring and-

“You get to tell Red. I feel like he might rethink his no-kill rule over this.”

“Maybe I don’t tell him. Maybe I wait and see.”

Frank kisses the top of her head, and… maybe, she thinks, maybe they’ll be okay.

[hpowellsmith]

Hi Harris, I'm obsessed with Aquarium & the ‘Cute Guys (and the lies you tell them)’ series, and I've always been curious about the MC’s dad since he never appears on-screen…can you tell us anything about him? Any fun facts? Or depressing facts? Lol

Oh my gosh! I'm thrilled to be asked about this as they're among my first ever IFs, thank you so much!

(anytime someone lets me know they've played any of my free short games, it instantly makes my day!)

I can't remember exactly what's stated for certain in the games: I think it's pretty bare-bones, so here are some facts for you:

The dad's birth name is John, although the MC doesn't really think of him as that: they've known him under a ton of other names and just think of him as "Dad".

His wife, the MC's mother, was called Lynette. She died when the MC was very young. Although the MC does remember bits and pieces of her, most of it is filtered through memories that John has shared.

John did keep photos of Lynette, him, and the MC from those years and he sometimes used them as part of building their fake identities and stories. When the MC was small and wasn't aware of what was going on, John sometimes claimed his wife had left; it was a way of distancing himself from the sadness of the reality. But as the MC grew up he almost always stuck with the widower story.

When the MC was a small child he'd use them as a prop, and as the MC got older he taught them how to grift too. At the time of Aquarium, the MC has had quite a lot of experience in assisting him with scams, and is used to living under a variety of different names and mannerisms. (In Aquarium they're less used to being a chameleon than they'd become later, though.) During Aquarium the MC knows John's in the middle of a con and that it won't be too long before they move away again.

His con artistry generally targeted smalltime-ish businesspeople and people of moderate but not vast wealth (so they wouldn't have the resources to try to track him down once the con was done). For short-term scams he'd do things like talk people into signing up for charity donations or switching their energy supplier with money getting funnelled to him; get them to join pyramid schemes; that kind of thing. For somewhat longer-term ones, he'd befriend people and get them to invest in fictional businesses or pay him to be a middleman "stock market expert" and then run.

He wasn't very technology-orientated, nor was he working on a large scale to steal from more secure companies: he was more about smaller-scale, local work, grifting and selling, then moving on.

He and the MC moved around a huge amount during the MC's childhood and adolescence. John made a lot of money in that time, having started smaller and then getting more ambitious - the over-ambition was what led to him getting in trouble with the police before Thanksgiving. He arranged a lot of cash in safety deposit boxes and storage containers under tons of different names; he shared some of the details with Joey Rivers, one of his oldest friends who's mentioned in Thanksgiving. Joey passed on a decent chunk of the money to the MC for their upkeep during college. There's likely money stashed around the place that the MC doesn't even know about.

John loves the MC very fiercely and unconditionally. There was never any question that he'd take full responsibility for everything when he got caught. It would have broken his heart if the MC had ended up going to juvie.

I'm not sure how much self-awareness he has about bringing up the MC in this life. But he really, really wishes he could be there for the MC.

[spiritsglade]

May I ask why you love Jason so much? And who's your favourite dc character after Jason and why?

okay. so. this is a very good question. everything under the cut because this got long

there's honestly a decent chance that it's because he's the first dc character whose arc i was exposed to with any level of nuance. i learned his gimmick first so that's what i latched onto. my hyperfixations do tend to do that.

beyond that, i think he's got a lot of tropes that i'm particularly fond of. i have a bit of a trend of enjoying masked characters who have a bit of a complicated relationship with death & betrayal. off the top of my head, we have corvo from dishonored, elektra from dd s2/defenders, bucky barnes from the captain america movies, my own little amnesiac oc. also bell from cod black ops cold war because i somehow managed to latch onto the character that's supposed to be a self insert as their own person. i don't know how i managed it. and no, i'm not proud of my phase of getting way too invested into the story of fucking call of duty but it did happen. anyway.

the trend with all of these characters is that they're working with a faction that don't have their best interest at heart? corvo gets betrayed twice over, elektra had amnesia post-resurrection, bucky got brainwashed, etc. they're working against people that they used to love and/or care about but it's not of their own free will (okay, not applicable in corvo's case, but it's close-ish). it's a nice little backdrop for dramatic, heartaching reveals and reunions and it's literally perfect for fix-it fics.

that was the version of jason i was first introduced to, through fanfiction. lazarus pit madness, doing what he is because of his own misconceptions of what happened after his death/manipulations from the league of assassins, etc. he slotted into the lineup pretty nicely. but then i actually watched the movie and read his comics and wow that sure is not what he's about, is it.

what he means and the kind of character he is to me has been reframed a lot in my mind over the course of those first weeks of getting into comics. i don't really know how to trace the trail back.

the current appeal is (1) his consistent suicidal ideation & how that intersects with the fact that he's already been on the permanent side of dead, (2) the irreconcilable differences between him and people who are his family, the way he hates bruce precisely because he loves him, the way the fact that they do love each other is not enough, (3) that he's a melodramatic asshole who will just say shit to get under your skin, because that part of his characterization is very important to me, (4) how he is always losing the idgaf war because he may insist that he doesn't, but that man cares too much about everything forever, (5) all-caste bullshit because essence burrowed into my brain without paying rent.

on a meta level, the way he's defined in opposition to batman, the most popular dc character forever and ever, is extremely interesting! the way his death changed the landscape of comics, how permanent it was in a medium where death usually isn't that big a deal.

anyway!! for favorite non-jason dc character: (the real answer is essence. just look through the #essence dc tag on my blog tbh. i'm skipping over her though because at this point she's more headcanon than canonical substance to me, and a lot of her appeal is in terms of how i've decided to interpret her relative to jason.)

it might be the recency bias but cassandra cain. first of all her story is tragic and devastating. the way david cain views her?? the way he crafted her from hand?? the entire living weapon concept is very very appealing. i also have to appreciate how straight up op she is & i love that they gave that sort of unchecked power to a teenage girl. yeah let's go cass!! beat the shit out of those guys!! her haterisms are also a bonus i love love love how rude she can be. girl starts her arc knowing ten words are two of them are 'shut up' and i love her for that. and then she turns around and says something like 'i can be mediocre for a lifetime or perfect for a year' and it's like i'm getting repeatedly stabbed a la julius caesar on the ides of march.

i'm only like a third of the way through batgirl 2000 but genuinely it is so good. the way she straight up doesn't care about her lack of civilian identity. bruce projects so hard onto her and he's usually right but there's also that disconnect that he'll never be able to bridge because he simply cannot conceptualize that she's like this because she killed someone. the way barbara wants the best for her so badly but just doesn't get her. those relationship dynamics are just fascinating. she's so cool. i love you cassandra cain. i'm so sorry that fanon turned you into the girl that smiles in the corner and gently deescalates things and goes 'little brother <3' all the time.

(she also looks like me a little bit so i'm having a real normal time with the projection. fun bonus to the whole thing. unfortunately if i tried to fight people up i would get my shit rocked.)

thanks for the ask, anon! sorry for how long this took. took me a little while to think things through + i like rambling forever.

[gremlin-bot]

That ain't happening Thursday

So, last week I posted "That ain't happening Thursday" on Friday. I thought it was Thursday. Time is an illusion, (to me).

This wip is inspired by the song Gladiator by Jann! It's a strip club-ish Au with Danny being the performer among other things and Tim has to find him! This wip also ruined my Spotify wrapped and it wasn't even gladiator! it's Brain Dead for the ship btw!

Anyways, Fic's name is "Body's more than just a flesh, you can sell it for success" hope you like this bit of it!

The music was loud enough to rattle his bones and he could barely breathe with how crowded it was tonight. This is the third night this week Tim was here undercover. He just hopes that it’ll be the last. 

The strip club was a semi-popular one called Miss Fortune's Table. It always has a decent crowd but he had seen nothing like this. All seats were filled and people had started to fill any space they could fit into. He was glad to get there before the rush and snag one of the best seats in the house. 

Tim is at a two person table in front of center stage. He unfortunately had another person filling the space across from him. The guy was built like a tank and was blond. He was pretty sure that it was dicks co-worker from the GPD but he won’t know for sure until the man speaks. Either way he has to be more careful than before. Time to follow his motto in life, fake it 'til you make it, like always. 

He was looking at the female dancer with faked interest as she finished her routine. The crowd had been rowdy with anticipation all night. He wasn’t really paying them, or the stripers really, any attention. No, he was waiting for the recognition spell sitting uselessly in his pocket to trigger. It hasn’t done anything since he was given it by Zatanna. He is really doubting how good the Information was that the JLD got. After all, why would a psychopomp work out of a strip club and not some candle shop or at a cemetery. 

His train of thought was derailed by a sudden increase of noise from the crowd around him. A new dancer was announced, one that he hadn’t heard the name of before but the rest of the club clearly had. It seems that it was Saturn’s Gladiator who brought everyone here tonight, well almost everyone.

[ruina-031]

I'd like to go on a little rant to thank everybody :)

Oh dang-it I might be too tired.

The company I work for faces a bit of economic downturn, that results in me having a workload of 3 people in one position and one pay. To combat inflation, and to support myself and my best friend, I regularly take in Tarot card clients. I never studied art before, I have no art teacher, and my background is foreign languages and English literature (and I sucked at school). I am quite surprised by the support and comments I get on Tumblr, because I don't think I am that good. Thank you all. :)

The reason I got into art was My best friend. She is a history professor, her specialty is in WWII and military/technological systems comparisons between the Germany and the Soviet bloc. She has been a visiting scholar to the University of Moscow. Since the war went down, her grants all dried up, and she has to pay out of her own pockets to continue such researches. That's part of the reason why we have no savings whatsoever.

She got me interested in WWII a few years ago and I attempted to sketch wartime personalities. Here I have Marshal Zhukov, Vasilevskiy and Walter Model. I realized I could capture faces pretty decently, with struggles, of course.

Still everyday I draw is a struggle; my anatomy knowledge sucks, my perspectives are crooked, I use an old ass Photoshop CS2 to do everything because sb gave me that program for free. I don't know how to install brushes on that so it's terrible. I use a second hand year 2000-ish digital tablet because sb sold it for cheap. I am grateful of every like and reblog and my friend who "discovered" my talent (or lack thereof).

OK long rant over~~~

[kisuminight]

Since I'm feeling backstories right now, lets do c!Punz and c!Purpled.

Punz has been Purpled's Blade for a long time. He previously belonged to Purpled's father, and reverted to core crystal when Purpled's father died. They were on a hardcore server, so it was a permanent death. Purpled's mother recovered the core crystal. She gave it to Purpled and got him to Awaken Punz roughly a week later. She also died roughly a month later. Purpled was two or three.

So now we have a Blade trying to take care of his Driver, who is a toddler. And eventually raise him into a sane, functional being. Surely it can't be that hard, right? Right?

Punz doesn't actually fail completely. His Procedural Memory is full-on blank when it comes to this, but he knows enough to keep Purpled alive. Mostly common sense-type things, starting with moving to a different server that is not hardcore.

Of course, a young child Driving a Blade is a scenario that can and will attract a lot of bad actors. So Punz keeps them moving, takes mercenary work because he's a Blade and there's not many people who can match him in a fight and they do need money for food and shelter and things like that. Children are expensive. At least the emotional bleed from the Resonance helps Punz to figure out when Purpled's getting tired or angry or frustrated. Punz is decent at figuring out what emotion is coming from the emotional bleed, if not exactly what caused it.

So Purpled grows up knowing he is loved. He grows up knowing the skills of a mercenary, because Punz teaches him what he knows to help him keep alive. He grows up knowing about the Blade System, too, because Punz is a realistic enough to know that the odds are against them. He also grows up very lonely. Unlike a Blade, people need more than one social bond.

Oops.

So it turns out social interaction is a thing that most people need. Even Purpled. He's pretty introverted, and since they always keep moving he doesn't really have the opportunity to make friends. Eventually he stops trying. Punz figures out this might be a problem about when Purpled turns 15 or so.

The reason they both join the DSMP is because there are other people there, including some kids Purpled's age. It's also a large-ish server that's kind of in the middle of nowhere, as servers are organized. If there's a problem, Punz is pretty sure that he or Purpled can handle it because they'll be a lot more powerful than anyone else by virtue of the Blade-Driver status.

Not quite.

Punz and Purpled don't interact much on the DSMP because Purpled is still very much a teenager. He's 16 now, and he doesn't really like being brought to the DSMP instead of, say, Hypixel. He's fine with not interacting with Punz because he also figures that no one else there is strong enough to take them. Even though c!Dream, c!Techno, and c!Philza very much prove that there's other powerful Blades on this server, that doesn't really change. In fact, the hand-waving we're doing of non-canon deaths for the Blade-Driver pairs means that Purpled hasn't ever been forced a Respawn.

Purpled is at the point where most teenagers think they're invincible. He knows that he isn't, that Punz isn't, because he is a mercenary and Punz taught him about the Blade System. But he hasn't internalized it, and he's not really paying much attention to the server's social climate updates he's getting from Punz. It'll be fine. He's mad at Punz right now but he knows he'll get over it eventually and they'll go back to traveling together.

And then the Egg kills Purpled. It's not a canon death. But Purpled wakes up and the world is silent. He doesn't know where Punz is. Because the Blade Punz has reverted to core crystal, and he's not going to be Purpled's Punz anymore.

[harlequinoccult]

coffee shop au?? ohoho please do elaborate~

basically, under the assumption this is like a 24hr coffeeshop/diner-

Xandin- a fucking cryptid. comes in at like 4am for a black coffee with an ungodly and concerning amount of espresso. Everyone is scared shitless of him despite him not doing anything. its the aura he exudes. gives a decent tip no matter what.

Yuuki- is really only there to socialize? is always hanging around to chat but never orders anything. leaves a huge tip anyway. The old folks adore him and he brings in a shit ton of business.

Andrew- he's a busy man, pops in to grab an americano for himself and whatever gimmicky sugar abomination is currently on the menu for Pitrio. The most patient and understanding customer ever. anyone being mean to the workers gets the coldest glare known to mankind. tips royally well

Claudia- Orders black coffee and requests that some grounds be put in it. a woman that is feared by god. give her one of those cute little croissants in the window there. no not the pretty one the fucked up looking one that kinda looks like a face. tips whoever served her directly in crumpled wads of cash.

Vylasia- ALL in for the dumbass gimmick drinks no matter how fucking stupid they are. Doesnt really go to coffee shops often so its always a novelty for her. ends up paying too much but just says to keep the change.

Cy- Despises how dependent on coffee they are but considering they have a clerical job it is a necessity. It's too early for this shit. they keep their sunglasses on indoors as they order a pitch black coffee. Tips with their card and just says to tip whatever percentage, they don't care.

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Elysium- Comes in after his morning run, they should be ordering a green smoothie or some other healthy bullshit but he never does. Its always an iced coffee. everyday. they ordered the green smoothie once and the feeling of muted disgust was palpable. Tips generously as long as their order isn't fucked up

Black Dahlia- Not big on coffee, but will order a different tea on the menu everyday and judge them accordingly, especially the iced tea. This is a test, don't fuck it up. If the tea is up to her standards she will become a regular but somehow only shows up when business is slow and no one else is around. only tips if they tea is good.

Overdose- comes in at 2 in the morning and requests that their coffee be brewed with an energy drink. they will provide said energy drink if asked. adds a terrifying amount of sugar to their drink afterwards. beyond their coffee war crime they are easy to chat with and they enjoy shooting the shit with the employees. tips with one of those fake money cards with scripture as a joke but it does have actual money inside when you unfold it.

Cold- Orders a coffee with cream but no sugar. On days where they are not busy they will order their coffee and sit in a secluded spot with a novel until they have finished reading the entire thing. Once they are finished they will tip the same amount every time and silently leave.

Sweetheart- Comes in just to take a pitstop from riding but can be very easily swayed to order something. Not really knowledgeable on coffee but can be recommended a mocha or a latte. Would be delighted with any heart shaped coffee art. more of a weekly-ish regular than a daily one and his tips fluctuate greatly but he does always tip.

The Host- COFFEE SNOB. Will send a cup back if it isnt exactly right. They aren't rude but they are very exacting and will give a lecture on the intricacies of the drink they ordered, ignoring the fact there are other people in line. they need to just make their own coffee at home. tips astronomically well but at what cost.

[peachy-cheeks]

Would You Go Back?

word count: 1,854 words

characters: Nanami Kento x gn!reader ; (minor: Ieiri Shoko; Itadori Yuji)

warnings: None! Just kinda mellow and maybe a lil sad-ish. Takes place around chapter 31.

a/n: Trying to mentally prep myself for the Shibuya arc and how devastating it'll be so... pulling this fic off the back burner and finally sharing after a couple of prolonged edits..

"Ugh... he's lost a decent amount of blood. I'll need a little more time for Itadori..."

Shoko raised her mask above her nose as she turned to fully focus her technique on a comatose Yuji. Stitches of his vascular system carefully regenerated within the steadily sealing puncture wounds.

"He'll likely be alright... seems to be a pretty strong kid. Just give me an hour and a half..."

She directed her words more-so to the somber, sandy blonde man next to you. Sitting in between the bit of encouragement that she could offer, a pensive silence weighed on the room.

You and Shoko had made plans to catch up for the first time since your graduation from the school. Nearly a decade ago, you had decided on another path well away from Tokyo and jujutsu society. The reunion was intended to be a sweet moment of reminiscence with your underclassman.

"Ahaha~ I really can't believe we didn't do this sooner..."

"Well you're the one who decided to go away! Besides, I've always only been a phone call away."

"Mmm..." You let Shoko's words settle. "Yeah... I'm sorry, you're right... I just figured you guys were usually busy. Especially.... uh... after everything with Geto-kun..."

"Eh...? Excuses... excuses..." Shoko sat the rocks glass down on her desk.

"Listen, I get it. You knew what you wanted and got out before we did— well, Gojo and I never really left after all-"

"The school would probably be fucked if you guys ever did decide to leave."

"Heheh... the pay is too good. But you took the leap for your own happiness. I can't be upset over you wanting something else... besides, you're not hurting anyone. I think we're all okay with you being okay... now let's go be okay at a bar. You're drinking up my stash."

Her phone rang while you were both gathering your things, alerting her to the emergency at hand. It was only natural that something urgent- better yet- life or death, would interrupt the reunion before it officially started.

The gravity of the situation had almost made you fearful to check the expression of the handsome acquaintance. Regardless of how stoic Kento appeared, you and Shoko both knew that being a spectator in this room would do nothing for his growing feeling of helplessness.

"Nanami..."

Shoko looked up towards him.

"You should have your wound checked on. It might have been stressed during the altercation."

Then turned her gaze to you. A stern request rather than a suggestion... you took the hint. A stint of medical training (traumatic curse-related response and otherwise) had over-prepared you for smaller tasks like these, though, maybe less so for the potential psychological work.

"Oh. I can take over from here..."

Before you could direct him, Kento made his way to the adjacent office, holding the door open for you to follow. He released a deep sigh as the door closed and you quickly scanned the room for the proper supplies.

"Is it alright if I take a look? I'm sure you're fine but... it looked like you both were in a pretty intense situation there."

You spoke, but you weren't sure if he was really present. Rather, how could he be? From what you understood, Nanami and the young boy laying unconscious had both nearly died at the hands of a cursed spirit less than an hour ago. The room felt even heavier and you kept your gaze to the surrounding cabinets and drawers.

"Excuse me..."

You shifted focus to Kento, free of his suit jacket and button-up. Contours of his robust frame clung to his ribbed undershirt; bare and sturdy biceps on view.

"Where should I sit?"

Ears and cheeks flushed, you quickly motioned for him to sit atop the desk. He complied and you drew a bit closer, attempting to hide your bashfulness through conversation.

"So... where and when were you injured?"

He lifted his undershirt as modestly as he could. Despite this, your face felt even hotter, noting the toned and lightly freckled skin. You promptly snapped a latex pair of gloves onto your hands.

"This was only a few days ago. The same special grade. Not quite sure how it manifested but..."

He paused as you put a hand against his exposed side. The off-white dressing seemed clean from the outside which was a good sign.

"You both encountered it again tonight...?"

The question came out as a small utterance. Quietly guessing what could have injured Kento and incapacitated the boy in the next room, you began to peel back the bandage to reveal pink, raised scarring and a barely-there trace of fluid. Some areas were still slightly raw, others stressed and inflamed from the intense battle movements. But overall, thanks to Shoko's polished technique, the frighteningly deep wound mostly resembled a mild, weeks old injury.

"Yes... the curse was able to rewrite the shape of one's soul..."

Curbing your shock, you nodded with a low, understanding hum. Yuji was unfathomably lucky. Kento even more-so for braving it twice. Dabs of cotton dampened with a cooling gel ointment met Kento's delicate skin, causing him to flinch.

"Sorry... So, this cursed spirit is able to alter the soul... and, I suppose, the body. I've never come across this technique myself, luckily. Heard about this but... it's kinda hard to imagine..."

A swipe against the ripple of his obliques. He remained quiet as your focus moved from words to the work at hand.

"What did it look like?"

Extra care and thoroughness was taken in tending to the divots of pink skin.

"... A ragdoll... patched-up. Distressingly child-like in demeanor."

A violent shiver in your spine could not be held down. You nearly apologized for your sensitivity, unsure of how Kento would feel about a near stranger shuddering at his lived experience. Instead, you opted to shake your head and wordlessly began redressing the wound.

"... Forgive me if this is presumptuous... I take it you left this society a while ago?"

Despite the abruptness, the sudden call-out felt affirming. You figured that you weren't cut out for this life a while ago. If anything, your overall calmness and familiarity with combat care, curses, and techniques were fragments of book knowledge, muscle memory, and nostalgia melding together for you to makeshift some sort of normalcy.

But none of this was normal. Burying a quarter of your classmates... only to lose another quarter after graduation... was not normal. Bearing witness to the aftermath of your juniors' psychotic breaks... was not normal. Being given the tools to heal the world with no direction on healing the self...

"Ah... yeah. I'm grateful for what I can see and do, don't get me wrong... but..."

How would you word this for someone who's doing the job you refuse to do...?

"You were tired."

A fitting (undeniable and obvious) interjection.

"Very."

"Me too."

Your heart was heavy. Though you never had overlap in school, you could imagine that some feelings... conditions... traditions... stayed constant for all students to suffer in.

"I left for a while too. Right after school."

Slight surprise appeared in your expression and your eyes caught Kento's. It may have been the first moment you weren't too flustered to really see him, allowing him to properly see you too. The palpable strength and resilience in his presence almost made it hard to believe that he would dedicate his life to something other than this.

Breaking eye contact, you gathered the final sections of bandage wrap as he lifted his shirt slightly for you giving more clearance. His eye lingered, lightly admiring the concentration on your face while you wrapped.

"Hold this for a sec..."

A more comfortable, silent air filled the space between you two as you briefly searched for bandage clips. From a distance, you resumed the conversation.

"What was your time away like?"

"...Fine... but also fairly shitty. My time was filled with just... work. A different type of burden..."

Though your back now faced him, you could imagine the look on his face mirrored yours... sinking into bittersweet recall of the past few years.

"Yeah... The burden of having to hold yourself upright..."

You missed the slight smile of understanding he offered to your response. For better or worse, neither of you had the protection of (or obligation) to a larger clan. Independence was truly yours as made clear by the similar existences crossing over. Otherworldly humans longing for an unextraordinary existence, so long as it was your own.

Returning to sit by his side, you began to pin the remaining sections of bandage with Kento's aid. You continued, attempting to break the remaining tension with more vulnerability.

"There was so much shame involved when I left... most people understood, but... it felt like my superiors would have preferred for me to just die trying than to break away from this. To serve a greater good only under their say... as if 'normal' life is any easier now. Trying to live as a non-sorcerer... it's all kind of just the other side to the same coin. It's not difficult to see why curses are born."

A bit of you felt as though you were rambling, though Kento attentively listened. The physical contact and tenderness the moment required brought a confessional atmosphere that soothed you both.

"I don't regret leaving."

"...I don't regret it either... even though I came back."

Your eyes met again.

"Why did you come back?"

He took his time to ponder the wording of his reply. In that time you could've sworn he peered at your lips before answering.

"Pain is unavoidable... We're uniquely predisposed to it because of where we are, what we see, and our ability to control the spiritual output... it's burdensome but that's what it always is. Curse or no curse, pain just... is... So... why not try where I know I can really make a difference... Different side, same coin."

"...Mm."

Why— in that short span of time— did he understand you so well?

"Are you okay?"

And why were you tearing up?

"Ah, I-I'm okay... Sorry, sorry... I just don't... It's been a while since I've talked about this so I'm like—"

Breaking your apologetic stream of consciousness, Shoko opened the door, visibly lighter in expression.

"Hey, so- oh... am I interrupting?"

Your head whipped around in surprise to view the intruder. Kento calmly lowered his undershirt and began buttoning up.

"No- You're fine! I-is everything okay?"

"Uh... yeah. Yuji is stabilized and responsive. I told him to rest for the night but he's awake..."

And finally, the deep, anxious air you all held released. Motioning to you, Shoko continued.

"I'll wrap up here in the next ten if you want to still grab a drink?"

"Mm, yeah. I'll meet you out front then."

With the door closing, you quickly stood intending to clean up. Kento grabbed your wrist with considerate haste. In the moment that you turned back towards him, his grasp loosened and hand dropped, fingers trailing the inside of your wrist and hand.

"I just wanted to say... thank you."

"Mm..."

'I didn't do anything... but you...'

"Thank you, Nanami-san."

[thessalian]

Thess vs A CrapSack World

So basically the world is really, really fucked up right now. I can bullet-point a lot of it, or at least I can try.

GENOCIDE BAD, OKAY?

And across the pond from me... Not seeing nearly enough about the fact that "old white dude quietly trying to get shit done as leader of his country but also maintaining the status quo on genocide" is still better than "old orange-ish dude who will destroy your fucking country and exacerbate the genocide if you let him get in again"

Apparently standing up and shouting "GENOCIDE BAD" is enough to panic people in this country so hard that folks are spinning fantasies about some Israeli Deep State controlling all of us (yes, actual government officials are saying this shit, and not even really getting condemned for it - look up Lee Anderson sometime) and start hinting at new anti-protest legislation (as if we didn't have enough of that) because "mob rule is replacing democratic rule". Says the man who nobody voted for.

Everything is way too expensive. And is only getting more and more expensive as time goes on - especially here, since we're having the worst effects of Brexit hitting us in stages and we're just about at the worst of it now.

The wealthy are blaming us for not wanting to work too hard for too little money, and for not buying enough to keep industries running, and generally fucking over everybody to keep their profit margins going ever-upwards. I can almost see the upcoming destruction of the bubble, but apparently we're going to go into "dynamic pricing" first, to make us pay more even for essentials depending on some AI's idea of when they can fleece us the most. Basically I'm tired of being a money-stuffed pinata to be beaten on by our corporate overlords until cash comes out.

On a personal note, I just had to register for postal voting and have no the fuck idea who I should be voting for because for fuck's sake, they're all as bad as each other at that point. I could probably focus on my constituency, but this is such a safe Labour seat that it barely even matters. Still, I'm not going to hike up a fucking hill to exercise my democratic rights, even if I don't know if there's anyone I can actually in all good conscience vote for.

Further personal note: just about every fucking part of the government seems to hate trans people. They all seem to be making the statement about "I know what a man is and I know what a woman is and there is no confusion about that", with the underlying suggestion of "man = penis, woman = vulva", which ... dear gods. We've got people asking, "Were the two kids who murdered a trans pupil really evil?" like, "Yeah, they fucking killed somebody, but ... well, it was only one of those..."

Final personal note: I am still so fucking tired of being disabled. I want to go out to the yarn store in my area, because ... y'know, good yarn, learning to crochet, yadda. Plus some other errands - I need gluten-free pasta, which they ran out of for my big monthly grocery order, and some other stuff. But I'm having to plan this entire trip in the most strategic way you can imagine because ... well, pain. I am so tired of having pain.

So there's all of ... y'know. This. And sometimes I don't know how I don't just despair myself into the ground. Because I can't do anything about most of this. Hell, I can't do anything about any of this. It just sits there, being shitty.

However. I had a really helpful therapist once, after I had my really major breakdown, and she said that the whole thing where I was grabbing at anything that might have the remotest chance of making me even briefly happy was a good instinct, and I just had to learn to do it more consciously. So. As small and shallow as some of these things are, here are my things right now:

I have the most awesome friends.

On the subject of friends, I have D&D nights.

I have pretty decent parentals, all told.

I have a new-old book (an old favourite I haven't read in a long time, and picked up for my Kindle recently)

I have a week off work, so I can recover a bit from the ow.

I have the first game I've pre-ordered since Dredge, which will be available in just over two weeks.

I have a trip to the yarn store ... and the yarn store has a shop cat.

That'll do for the time being. It may not seem like much, but it's a good bulwark between me and despair. I remember enough about my really major breakdown to know I really need those.

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary135

1/27-28/2024

saturday - sunday

the move will go crazyyy tomorrow.

today was already sort of crazy i guess. before i get to that just some sundry things, the problem song is really close to working i think, i just need to change the bass, that's rreally it and i think i have an idea for what to do, so i'm gonna do that. while ableton loads, what else, oh yeah, i really need to make 1 minute and like 15 seconds of music for the trailer still, for that movie. deadline coming, hopefully tomorrow we'll be moved in basically, and maybe i can just do it then and there. it'll be weird sleeping in a new place. honestly kind of scared.

the new place is bigger, but it's also made worse than the place we're staying. i think whoever got this building now believes people here pay too little and is kicking everyone out to do renovations and to then raise rent or something. this building is so solidly made, you can't really hear anyone through the walls, but there is no one to really hear anymore i guess. the sink in the kitchen is so nice, the space is kind of perfect to me idk, the new place has stuff that just seems like it could fall apart on us, like the a.c. unit is this window thingy i think. it's probably okay. it's really not as big an issue to me as like, the sink, the bathroom is tiny and has no medicine cabinet, but whatever i have a place to live. i'll also have to navigate to my job from there, if they really do call me back/add me to the roster or whatever, and stuff. i filled everything out for onboarding, probably next week i'd guess.

my gf's mom showed up today, and helped us move, her brother came too and he's so injured generally that he did nothing but stand around and smoke and unpack some stuff. he wasn't useless but he kind of wasn't super helpful. next time he might be more helpful i guess because he'll just be driving so we can load more junk. i value all our stuff but it also does feel kind of like junk right now. like, it frustrates me i guess, i wish it could be instant, instead of car rides with her mom who is falling off the wagon again because my gf's brother got dumped and is going to live with her again. i am somewhat certain their relationship is going to get so destructive again that he is going to come crash at our place for a while.

he made her yell at him, or really all of us, or just everyone in her life vaguely, not even in the car, today. he was so unhappy about moving back, he was masking it decently, but he said about the new place and my apparent disappointment (because i am allowed to not be happy about moving because it was never our choice, her mother seems to think different, she's almost offended that i don't like the place a ton (it's just not the place i've lived in for like 2-ish years now)), that things could be worse, and he started talking about his mom's house, and having lived there, it is pretty bad and gross, she went on a rant about how no one does anything, more than a rant, accusatory and loud, vague as well, no one helped her, she's given up, she does all she can, don't fucking talk about this, don't fucking talk to me, etc. it was unpleasant and it at least wasn't directed straight at me or my gf so it didn't spike anxiety in that way but the language generally reads as her being on the outs with everyone in her life. her husband is talking about quitting his job, taking her to florida. currently, all of her family has distant thoughts of florida, her brother's plan is to go there too, with his friend who is offering to take him there. i don't know if that will materialize, and i don't think her mom's husband will quit and go to florida. but maybe. to keep her to himself, even though he's cheated multiple times and whatever.

my gf says i worry about her family too much but it seems acceptable when they're in her life so much and act destructively and irresponsibly, her stepfather is a gambler, alcoholic, cheater, whatever. he threatened to call the cops on me once, her brother is insane and has groped me and attacked his mother and done plenty else, her mother has terrorized my gf for most of her life and the periods of her being kind to her are the rare bright spots in their relationship. they are also the only 'family' i regularly see because my stepdad is so covid paranoid and my mom is so depressed and trapped with my stepdad that she just does not really want to hang out or anything and i don't blame her but it's miserable. there's not a lot to text about. she doesn't even know how i am, these days, as in, being an androgyne or whatever, i have not come out or whatever it is i'm supposed to do re: my identity/failure to have one. her family doesn't care and as far as they are concerned i guess i'm just a weird boy to them. lately that has been kind of bothering me but there's no way to correct it, at least with her mother, she wouldn't understand.

thinking about it now, i even miss my stepdad. there's a lot of frustrating stuff about him, he is basically very bad to my mom in that he's controlling/paranoid, when i lived there, during covid, he basically (i feel like) took financial advantage of me and used guilting tacticvs to get me to give him basically all of my unemployment money, which i could have done something with, like saved in some way, idk, that was a huge amount of money i feel like even now he stole, i was only able to escape because of my tax return. he's taken advantage of my mom and i many times but he is also not entirely evil. i know he's why i basically am so attuned to/worried by ways my gf's mom behaves, with howe she yells at people about them 'not helping' even if they haven't, it's something nested inside about a kind of entitlement to others and stuff, and being a better person than everyone else, that is really venomous, it's in my stepdad too, but i just wish i guess we talked or something. he raised me, whether or not i like it. i am also worried about him 'accepting me' or whatever. my mom i think would but i guess she might be upset i'm partially a daughter now. or that i always was a kind of daughter. but idk how to make sense of that entirely. how does one even come out . it feels like the biggest block in my relationship to her, i can't say, oh i went to the club and did x, it feels like a level of hiding is there becuz there is a hiding there.

i know my dad, my real dad, would disown me, but maybe he has, idk, i have not spoken to him in a long time, over a year now. he is still a crypto obsessed libertarian reactionary who hates the liberal communists grooming american children, i think.

he used to just think about aliens a lot.

a lot of the people you have no choice to be around in life kind of round out to being a little horrifying. everyone is horrifying.

anyway, tomorrow we're going to try and move a lot of furniture. i'm not really excited for taking apart the bedframe. that was so awful to put together it made me wanna die.

the song is getting closer, i think what i need to do is roll off some high transients or something on the bass tomorrow, or up to the mids even, idk. it's hard but basically i can't have it interacting with the guitars in an ugly and weird way.

anyway i need to sleep now, it's 1 am. so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!

[swiftfootedachilles]

I love the Ghost Hunters AU and I really want more of Salem. Especially Salem with the Milkovich siblings.

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank you. ive always wanted a black cat named either princess or salem and i thought it would make sense since its a ghost hunter au (even tho i skipped over all the ghost stuff so my post wasnt a million words long) with terry not around i feel like the milkoviches would love playing with animals. Salem is a very adventurous, people-loving cat! you know, the kind of cat people say were a dog in their past life. of course she loves the gallaghers too! even carl makes a point to be nice to her (after, when she was a kitten, ian beat him up for making a joke) but the milkoviches dont really get to show affection ever, so they love getting to play with her and scratch her lil belly and give her treats they stole from the pet store. they all adore her but ofc after ian and mickey get together and he comes over to the gallaghers a shitton, mickey becomes her 2nd dad. he goes to the top of her favorite people list. nobody else plays with her the way he does! hes not afraid to get a little rough, but he knows whats signs to look out for when a cat is not playing/irritated. shes still young and she loves playing!! imagine toddlers who like getting thrown around because its fun, shes like that. she gets kicked out and put in a different room when they fuck, and she uses this time to get in as much trouble as possible, knock shit over, and annoy anyone else in the house. ALSO she LOVES liam!! they literally grow up together and fiona teaches him how to treat animals so by the time hes like 5, she moves from sleeping with ian to sleeping with liam

i imagined ian and mandy meeting at the same time, so when salem is 2 that would be s3 ish. when he first found her, ian had just started his job and scrounged up every penny he could find to take her to a low cost clinic to get spayed and vaxxed. other than being skinny and dehydrated (and ofc separated from her mom as a kitten) she was in surprisingly good shape! now shes so used to being spoiled by everyone! ian LOVES taking care of others and being of service so he really found a home in Salem, treating her like his kid and giving her the best life possible. i definitely think once he gets diagnosed with BD, he pays (with mostly mickeys money lbr) for her to be his emotional support animal and takes her to as many pet friendly places at possible!

like i said she becomes kinda the mascot of the ghost hunting youtube channel they eventually start. its not something they see as a career or anything, they do it as a hobby, but they gain decent attraction and make extra money on the side from ads and a few brand deals. ofc Salem is the reason everyone watches the channel 🙄 she's in pretty much every video, and they chose her as their icon bc 1. black cat spooky duh 2. she brought them together 🥺 3. she really does show up A LOT in videos, especially when they're not urban exploring/hunting and at home recording the historical backgrounds and debriefings for each location. also yes they do urban exploring as well, thats mainly mickey and mickey and whatever milkovich wants to tag along and graffiti an abandoned building. imagine a combination of The Watcher and Dan Bell (omfg now im imagining them doing Another Dirty Room???? 😭 they would be so offended at paying money for rooms worse than their own back in the southside) but with less production value

ok omg i wrote so much im gonna stop now before i go off the rails again. how did i fall in love with this random ass au from a trope generator. reminder that i accidentally deleted the og post so it wont turn up in searches unless youre on my blog or the blog of anyone else who rbed it :)

[lostcndfound]

Kaz verse - 10 years later

More like 10-ish but a round ten sounds better.

Around the age of 25 he went to prison for a financial crime he didn't commit. Not only did he not commit it, he wasn't even involved at any stage of the plan. It was all Jo. She realized there was enough of a trail to get caught. Jo, who just so happened to have been on again with Kaz about five months earlier (It lasted about three months, which is a decent stretch for the two of them).

It took no effort for him to agree. Even if she hadn't been pregnant. Jo was one of the few people Kaz would do anything for. Turned himself in, using information from her to supply details that wouldn't have been public. They weren't going to look any harder once they had a confession.

Even though he was in prison for the first four and a half years of her life, Kaz saw Sybille more than Jo did. Once custody was settled with his parents, she vanished. Never wanted a kid. Only had her because correct usage of her birth control meant no periods, so she didn't notice, and had a very easy time of it until it was too late.

While her name is Sybille, Kaz and his parents call her Scout.

Got his GED and even a degree when in prison. Had nothing else to do while trying to avoid everyone and everything and not draw any attention.

Beyond that, this verse is pretty flexible. We can work it so muses knew each other before. He could've gone straight back to working exactly how he was before serving time, having only stayed back in Illinois temporarily to help Scout acclimate and get ready to move. Or he could be a few years into a veterinary degree at a small agricultural college a two hour commute away, while working part time at the gas station to help pay bills cause he's living at his parent's house with his kid at age 34.

Scout calls Archie and Snuff her uncles.

People get to know his actual name. Which like. Not the biggest reveal ever but: Casimir Amaury Marek.

[staghunters]

1, 3,4, and 11 for the writing asks! <33

WOOOOO OKAY LET'S GO

1. Have you pulled inspiration from media sources other than the property your fic is related to (a plot point from a TV show that has nothing to do with the characters/setting of the fic, a line from a book, etc.)? If so, for which story? Why did you find that media source compelling?

Ooohoho okay, this is a bit hard because I pick my inspo's from a lot of different things. Carrie has always been a drive for me to write intertextual stuff, but that's more a form thing. Hounds is the most specific in that I took the way werewolf transformations were done in The Quarry (that Until Dawn game) and tweaked it a bit more to my liking. Phantom Pain is basically the Bent-Neck Lady episode from Flanagan's Hill House cranked up a bit on how trippy it gets. The rest of the Ghost fics take some of that, some from urban myth stuff, and some from Lake Mungo in the way a ghost can exist in both past and future at the same time. SAIEW had The Thing and some changeling/fae lore at its foundation; Nyghtegale The Green Knight (mostly the movie tbh); and for WTKAMW I had a list of inspirations/similar media at the end.

All have their purpose, either as a jumping off point or some more direct reference. It tends to be a mix of 'ha what if I put x character in this scenario' and 'I think I can have fun with this concept so let me try something out'. Fic's great for that to see if things work or not.

3. What is the most amount of research you’ve done for the smallest detail? What was the detail and how much time/effort went into researching it?

WTKAMW takes the crown for it because there's multiple instances. Tracking down footage from a Cranberries concert in New Jersey and the set of clues from a specific episode of Jeopardy! happened within the same chapter. For this fic I also went looking for when/if Capri Suns were able to be referenced in the US at the time that the fic takes place. My only excuse is that I was writing my thesis and very much in a research mood, as well as that I'm a little freak for trivial knowledge.

4. Share a headcanon about (character name) in (story title)!

Left blank so dealer's choice I suppose! Van in Come As You Are (the x-men au) is the only one besides Jackie who could (so far) of the group survive Shauna's spontaneously induced implosion thing, with Van also having a decent chance at killing Shauna with it. Her whole thing hinges on directing the force of something aimed at her away from her body, most of the time bouncing it back to the source. Part of her backstory included saving her mom in a housefire that she comes out of unscathed herself. She'd be basically indestructable, but I ended up scrapping an idea for a scene on the soccer field that did more with it.

11. If you had to pick a single trope to read for the next seven-and-half years, which trope would that be?

Pretty easy pick for angst-with-a-happy-ending. It's the best of both worlds. Can be short-ish, can be long, but it usually pays off enough on the suffering and sweet.

fic writer asks!

[benedictive-shaman]

TindoYeon is now top 3 on the Battlefield Ladder! Unlike my previous meme team this one actually does level cap Battlefield using Tindoiimu and Soohyeon!

The attempt goes something like this:

Requirements: Izumi SP +15 SE2 (probably), Sophie DR SE2, Soohyeon SP SE2 advisor (or just any suitable Skill power up advisor like Puggi SP) and Theodore SP advisor

Tap onto Izumi SP immediately so when Sophie casts at the start we get the extra orb and tank up. Black 1o to stall until Sophie can set up the orbs and switch Izumi's stance, black 4o to start it up, then gold 1o to stall a little more, and finally you just hit black 4o until they're dead. I used auto after the third turn for like 4 attempts and on one it messed up somehow???? So pay attention if you try to auto. Sophie dies on turn 11 but don't worry you'll probably win. Also this is with full battlefield buffs don't be afraid to spend those keys.

The efficiency of this would be greatly improved with a +20 Izumi or a SE2 Theo or just a better advisor on my end but I did it for Yuri and my guildmates never have anything good. Tindoiimu is actually sort of decent here because duplicate means she's lives hits without having to micro Sophie's buffs and she can stall the enemy at the start which is pretty valuable.

If you're wondering what the actual mechanics of the fight are and how this team beats them:

The boss reduces both skill ratio and skill power by huge amounts so you have to shore up the difference with a ton of buffs. As the fight goes on the boss gets stronger via sharpness but has its skill reduction reduced after turn 10ish so you kill him much faster by then. Your team still needs to buff both skill power and skill ratio to cut through that meaty debuff and survivability because he hits HARD. Skill power is mostly found in buffs but skill ratio is way harder to get, mostly being in passives and advisors. Izumi SP happens to get a ton of skill ratio via their SE2 post rework passive so you can actually manage to deal damage without hyper buffing so everything else is about supporting them. Theodore SP's advisor is weird and gets you a ton of skill power for some reason and Soohyeon wants to kiss Tindoiimu so so bad and also gives skill power + Charisma. Sophie chains an extra 4o every three-Ish turns, enables Theodore's advisor, and is survivability. Gold can be Dylan SB or Tingko but love wins.

[iwantjobs]

YOO HOO! HOMELESS PEOPLE OF SAN JOSE IN HOMELESS CAPITAL OF AMERICA (CALIFORNIA), AMERICA, AND THE UNIVERSE...This is your leader, Mai-Trang Thi Nguyen, or semi-homeless Trang.

From loser Trang at 51.73 years old as a semi-homeless with her van as her most stable home while sucking disability checks while volunteering as a part-time caregiver for a room to sleep in, as a save-the-planet (the planet suffers so much looking so ugly right now to accommodate the humans to look good with their fancy SUVs, vacations in flying on planes anytime they want, big fat houses, beautiful grassy lawns, clothes, meat of animals they throw away even just a day old, etc ) person who wears old clothes to save the environment while saving new clothes for work and special occasions, and as a human who save old clothes for good karma (from not throwing old clothes away so fast like typical wasteful Americans) in case there's a second American civil war or a WWWIII TO.......fancy Trang with her new homeless-looking sweater which she bought at an affordable price at GU (trendy Japanese company clothes for young people) by FATE designed by non-gay-looking-male-fashion-designer who is Korean but grew up in Texas, and moved to London: Rok Hwang. You will only see me wear this precious sweater on special occasions and perhaps inside her house only for I don't want to ruin it, because I love it--Gorgeous wearable avant-garde design with decent fabric for everyday people at poor people's price at GU.

(Note: When I got crippled and became a homeless 16.5 years ago and my lost gay Jewish boss kicked me out even though I was still an employee, white businesses ((from H&M with young gay latino-ish looking man grabbing the clothes I wanted to buy and about to kick me out because I didn't like his lona-long hair staring at me while I was shopping with a white trans female laughed a little laugh at me while at the cash register, to McDonald's kitty corner from the SF ball park being run be a Latino older man, SF hotel called Americano (gay young man as manager and Latino older man as the bellboy-outside-lobby-traffic-man would kicked me out even though I dressed very cute and acted like a little lady), and a trendy Mexican restaurant in Haight and Ashbury (with pretty little Latina and an Asian girl waitresses laughed at me even though I dined there a few times). Since they, I made a vow to reduce using my hard-earned hardcore heterosexual money in white business and start spending it on my people's businesses (so my people, community, and race can grow) so I don't get mistreated by non-Asian people. If Asian businesses mistreat me, I stop going there, too, because Asians can be mean and rude, too). Thus, this began the mental illness of wanting to return where I came from if white people or non-Asians don't want me as a hardcore heterosexual female, the female Buddha, or simply a decent looking hardworking heterosexual.

Thank you for everyone involved in designing, making, and selling this sweater for it serves as a sign in heaven that I was meant to do this job with this sweater to reduc the homeless problem in America (before I leave America by relinguishing my genocide-gay-Spanish-as-2nd-language American citizenship) by motivating homeless people to improve themselves and get out of homeless life.

Thank you for my American Wells Fargo credit card which allows me to buy (with my hardcore -hardworking dedication, even as a loser, to maintain my excellent credit of 93% to secure my sanity to avoid being homeless, get jobs, get a place to live via renting or buying, buy car, and earn respect) now and pay a year later with no interest rate, or I'll crack out again with stress from charging credit card. I'll be dining on ramen the rest of the year folks to pay for my credit card bills which I raked up to purchase a new wardrobe as an aging disabled person with mental illness looking for a professional job at home.

Most of all, thank you for American disability checks which I paid alot of tax during my old rich young corporate days and selling my condo for dirt cheap price to prevent myself as a homeless disabled and mental during the first two years no getting any disability money, and in last 16.6 years. Trang's double-chin at 51.72 years old.

OKAY, I think this is my last post on this URL. Take care folks and children.

P.S. They say, "Things happen for a reason" and it fits perfectly with God's database of life orthe only evidence of God right now. My most recent weird and un-man-made coincidence in God's database network that helps me to continue with my work as the hardcore heterosexuality of Jesus' father or God/Allah/Yahweh/Brahmin/Ong Troi/etc. living in a female body names Trang, or me, or the female Buddha, or hardcore heterosexual female. If they weren't for these un-man-made coincidences that kept pushing me to continue my work, I would have really been gone a long time ago. Finding this sweater by fate is another one weird and un-man-made coincidence because I could never afford $60 for a sweater. Then on the same day I received the sweater, I was wearing remarkably similar outfit (the day before I decided to wear the yellow shirt because if finally got dried). My ripped black strip Uniqlo sweater that I found from the Santa Clara city garbage week was supposed to be hidden in my war and homeless clothes bag. I accidentally pulled it out 4 days ago as I was trying to find clothes to send to orphans in Vietnam to help them find jobs to be under and to pave my path to rerun to Vietnam to live forever. I promised myself not to wear clothes that are ripped and have holes now that I nearly done losing the UN wanting fat; however , it has been cold and I am still low in sweaters to wear to stay in the cold garage as a semi-homeless during the day, so my desperate semi-homeless life forced me to keep wearing that ripped Uniqlo black sweater with stripes. Furthermore,I checked all over the Internet and Vogue and the design only promoted and praised the prettier or more normal version of this sweater. Thus, it makes this uglier version of this sweater as mine oh mine--made for me, Trang. There are two almost side rips on the Rokh sweater that I didn't show on the picture. Thank you to Rokh. I'll give clothes to American orphans once they learn to be kinder and likes to study and work, and go on a diet.

Some might think I am a loser getting all excited over a sweater, but they don't know I interpreted as a sign from heaven that my next mission is to reduce the homeless problem. Thus, the Palestinian lawsuit or writing of any lawsuit for now is over. Especially if I just attached my message on how to lose weight to my Palestinian lawsuit email to the email. I believe once I work on the homeless project to reduce homeless problem, I'll be paid with money in either a real job with San Jose city ar home to reduce homeless my way and violence by suing, or get paid with a lottery from above and work at home as the female Buddha doing charity and philanthropy work, my way--And of. Course that includes my own place to live, and then back to Vietnam.

This is how God's database of life works and this was how I discovered God's database of life around 18 years ago while trying to think up my female Buddha philosophies and figuring out what to do with my life after I quit my teaching job which I paid all the expenses to go back to collegge. I used this God's database of life by using me as an example to come out who I was born to be because it's an extremely dangerous job you know--its almost like a suicide mission. Getting here made me lose all my years to have children as a female who was born to have children and be a mother. Furthermore, getting up here introducing myself in this latest lawsuit after 16.5 years of failing, and now sending off emails to advertise myself to CIA, FBI, the Pope, the President, the Vietnamese government, Cambodian government, etc. When I want to give up, scared, lonely, and desperately broke, I desperately search and pray for these weird and un-man-made coincidences in life to push me to continue on with my life coming out who I was born to be: God as Jesus' father/ Allah/Yahweh/Brahmin/Ong Troi/etc. living as a female. My most important evidence right now is the Palestinian lawsuit. Only the man above living as a woman can process a lawsuit this high.

P.S. Today on January 7th around 10 am at a CVS in Sunnyvale, a young Filipina assistant manager tried to kick me out. I asked her to write down te reason why she wants to kick me out and she didn't want to write it down. I came in to return a pick up order that I place online and because the CVS system doesn't have a barcode included in the receipt, the system won't allow her to process a return or even a credit. So I was stuck not able to return the two products when I just picked them up an hour ago. I wanted to return them because they you buy online, those couples and rewards don't get process right away, and I only bought them because of the rewards. Furthermore more, the online agent on CVS told me that once I pick up the order at the store, the rewards will be requested right away. So the whole mess caused me to almost got kicked out of the store for my purchase an hour before. What is up with people wanting to kick me out. The young Filipina assistant store manager finally spent 30 minutes helping me (at first she told me to reune in 2 hours because there's not enough people in the store to help me with my difficult return). I ended up getting my return and bought more products and I thanked her for the trouble and said thank you, "young lady.". As a customer, I said around 6 times that I was sorry if raining me voice, but as a store manager, she never said 1 word of sorry for her inability to solve the stores problem of not being able to process my return or atleast with store credit when I just picked up the item and hour ago after placing the order online 3 days ago. Meanwhile, I watched her and her Latina colleges swear talked to white customers and black customers. I didn't see them sweet talked to me at first, not even hi or hello. Don't be angry if robots take over your jobs because atleast robots know how to say hi. I think they know who to sweet talk to and who to not sweet talk to and they chose me: chinky Asian. Filipinos and Filipinas might be Asians to non-whites but their tiny Spanish blood makes them more Asian Latinos and latinas sometimes with the way they treat me. I am done with your America, man. No wonder your country is dying. Your customer service is crap especially when just just took my money and hour ago and you dare to kick me out? Don't cry and hate us if you lose your business to China and other countries willing to offer professional service. This young lady worker of yours is probably the spoiled young generation who expects to be treated kindly from the customer, but she wasn't willing to provide kind service to me even though she's is getting paid to give kind service to me. She told me that I am not being nice her which she could kick me out of the store. Then I apologize to her as a customer that I am not being nice to her, and that I am not being paid to be nice to her. Then I told her she's not being nice to be even though she is being paid to be nice to me. I told her that you just took my money and hour ago. She said she didn't take the money assuming that it was CVS that took that money and not her. However, I watched her and her Latina cashier was all sweet and kind to white customers of all sexes and age and black older female customer. With me, they are with no thanks and no sweet smile and nothing. It was me who do all the thanking and saying sorry. And this area, Sunnyvale, has many chinky eyes Asians, too. Don't hate China or Vietnam or any other races if you end up losing your jobs because there are people willing to offer professional service to all people because they value work and having a job. Don't hate rich and educated people if they end up getting your job if they are trained to be professional at the work place and offer excellent customer service to all people. I am not rich yet, but I know one day I'll be rich because of my work ethnic, professionalism, and treasure that I have a job (even though I am still unemployed). If any CEOs want to hire me as a customer service expert, they know where to reach me. Bye CVS.

At the end folks, don't hate me if I am able to rise out of the hell you all have put me in. It takes a lot of courage, praying, and patience for what I went through in last 16.7 years with almost all humans laughing at me and taking their turn to kick me down. If you hate the it's not my fault, it's your fault---Thus you better pray your jealousy away.