#anyway i'm simply obsessed with this scene and i had to do something about it

[seance]

WHAT'D YOU DO WITH HIM? I KNOW HE WOULDN'T HAVE LEFT BY CHOICE. I KNOW YOU THINK YOU UNDERSTAND HIM.

[codacheetah]

The Loop Dialogue Spreadsheet

RELEASE 1.0 BABY!!!!!!!

SHEETS LINK

WEB LINK (I don't recommend this one, but it's also here)

✦ WHAT IS THE LOOP DIALOGUE SPREADSHEET? ✦

As I'm sure you could guess by the name, this sheet is a compilation of (to my knowledge) all of Loop's dialogue in the game, sorted into tabs for easy access.

✦ WHAT DIALOGUE IS ON THIS SHEET? ✦

Currently, the sheet is divided into:

Generic dialogue - Dialogue for starting and ending a conversation with Loop, calling them, basic dialogue options

"What should I do next?" - Loop's advice regarding story progression.

"Let's talk about something..." - Optional conversations with Loop, relating to the "Behind the Scenes" achievement, also known simply as "loop chats"

"I had a question about..." - Loop's advice regarding sidequests

Predialogue - Automatic conversations with Loop preceding the regular dialogue options

Tutorials - Occasions in which Loop gives information to Siffrin in brackets.

Item interactions - Loop's reactions to using Souvenirs near them, as well as to using Your Dagger near them

Story events - Loop's introduction, Beginning of ACT 3, Loop hangout, Forgetting Mirabelle's name random event, ACT 5 Loop confrontation, and the Epilogue

(...plus the intro, where the key comes from)

✦ WHY USE YOUR SHEET? ✦

So you can be obsessive over Loop the same way I am (◕‿◕)

Also so you can take screenshots and see stuff you missed! Yippee!

Anyways, with that out of the way, thank you to anyone who has helped with this project along the way, ESPECIALLY @felikatze and his script project. 💖 You're free to copy anything out of this sheet without credit because, well, I didn't write any of this dialogue.

Fair warning ahead of time that this sheet contains unmarked spoilers for the entire game, including several optional achievements.

[underthetree845]

chuuya taking his hat off to hide when he kisses his partner 🤭

Hello saturn lovely! Sorry this took me so long to finish TwT I love the prompt, but as you know writer's block hit me kinda hard the second semester of school so over the summer I've been trying to get back into the swing of posting once in a while!

Hope you enjoy <3 thank you for the request! _

Kiss Me Hard Before You Go

Nakahara Chuuya/Reader (oneshot request)

cws: fem! reader, established relationship, bungou stray dogs s5 spoilers, meursault arc spoilers, fluff, hurt/comfort kinda? there was a little hurt, reuniting, airport reunion, ada dazai, reader cries about 2.5k words summary: Chuuya disappeared on a business trip for three whole days with no explanation- and no one would tell you why. Now he's returned to japan and back in your arms. a/n: This is my last fic for the summer before school starts aaa qwq I'm glad I was able to finish it before the semester starts though! *sigh* am I really incapable of writing something like this without accidentally creating so much plot? Anyways, hope you enjoy! <3 divider credit: (x) (x) ‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹ Chuuya had never considered himself to be a very possessive man; or a possessive boyfriend, for that matter. Protective, sure, but how could anyone expect him not to be? He understood, probably better than most, the risks that came with even so much as associating with a person in his position. It made Chuuya’s stomach churn unpleasantly to even imagine putting you in any sort of danger, so he used his position (along with the power and assets that came with it) to take certain preventative measures. The penthouse you shared was equipped with state of the art security, a technological system truly fit for an executive of the Port Mafia. Additionally, in case you ever needed to travel long distances without him, Chuuya often kept a trusted chauffeur on call. This individual also happened to be a professionally trained underground bodyguard of his personal selection. Even so, Chuuya knew you had a good head on your shoulders. He trusted that you would try to keep yourself out of trouble, or call for him at the first sign of it. It didn’t matter if he was on the road, halfway through a private meeting, or in the middle of pummeling down an enemy organization. Chuuya had always been a man with his priorities set straight. Not even Mori’s notifications were set to come through on silent mode. Coming home to you at the end of the day, allowing you to soothe away the crease between his brows, your voice uttering sweet nothings against the shell of his ear. You had become his lifeline, irreversibly carved your name into every cell of his body. He’d do anything to erase your pain, and it was making his heart break more than anything to know that he was the cause of the salty tears now streaming over your lash line. Chuuya did his best to hold back an ‘oof’ when you threw your frame into his own, burying your sobs in the crook of his neck. He was immediately overwhelmed with the scent of your perfume, the familiar feeling of your body against his own, the softness of the sweater you wore, and the glimmer that never seemed to escape your eyes. The red colored contacts from earlier had given Chuuya one hell of a headache, which only added to the pressure from taking off and being stuck in one of the mafia’s smallest private jets with the most insufferable jackass he’d ever met and some hair dye obsessed casino manager passed out on one of the couches. Chuuya’s gloved fingers almost trembled as they gripped the fabric of your shirt. He lifted a hand to cradle the back of your head while the other remained planted firmly on your lower back.

Sakaguchi Ango, if Chuuya remembered correctly, stood a few yards away. He simply observed the situation from afar, as if he dared not insert himself into the scene. A government agent whom Dazai used to maintain his connection with the outside world. Ango stood with one hand folded neatly over the other behind his back, the faint ghost of a smile residing behind his glasses as he watched Dazai reunite with his fellow agency members. The brunette walked on a crutch, but the uncharacteristically tired look in his eyes brightened ever so slightly when he was swarmed by his coworkers. Chuuya continued to hold you close, patiently waiting for your sobs to die down enough for you to be able to speak coherently. He loosened his grip slightly, removing one of his leather gloves behind your back and bringing that same hand up to cup your face. A whisper of your name left his lips, and your teary eyes finally refocused to meet the warmth of his own. “Chuuya… how could you just leave?” your voice cracked; he could see the hurt in your eyes. Guilt crept into his chest, eyebrows knitting together as you subconsciously leaned into his palm. This was exactly the sort of thing Chuuya promised himself he’d never do. You were the absolute number one priority in his life. There was no doubt in his mind; he didn’t want there to be any doubt in yours either. “I know, Doll, ‘m sorry, it was never my intention…��� he muttered, allowing you to rest your hands on his chest. “I know that’s a shit excuse, but I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” A beat of silence passed, the indistinct chatter of the agency fell on deaf ears as you zoned in on the man in front of you. His breath, the way his eyes searched your expression, how you could once again feel the warmth of his skin against your own. “You’re not hurt, are you?” your voice was pricked with concern, hands gentle as you cupped his jaw and turned his head from side to side. Chuuya let out a breath, fondness flickering in his irises at your concern. “Barely a scratch,” he murmured, and you seemed to accept his answer. “Chuuya,” you started, and his gaze locked onto yours. He voiced your name in response. “I need you to promise me something, please?” “Anything.” 

You bit your lip. Your mind told you it was a selfish request. You understood, probably better than most, how unpredictable your boyfriend’s line of work could be. But you had accepted it as an adequate price to pay for his love when the two of you started seeing each other, even more so when you moved in together. He was yours, you believed it with every fiber of your being. Chuuya had told enough stories of his old work partner for you to gather that the two had never exactly been the chummiest of pals. So the fact that they cooperated for this mission must’ve meant that it couldn’t have been a minor dilemma. You understood why Chuuya made the decision he did, and that it was probably just as difficult on him. Albeit, that didn’t make your feelings any less real. Your heart reminded you of the unconditional love and comfort that Chuuya always offered you. You knew he’d never intentionally hurt your feelings, especially not without talking it out and making up for it in some way afterward. “Doll…?” he barely breathed, giving you all the space you needed to voice what was on your mind. You took a deep breath. “Don’t… please don’t scare me like that again,” your voice wavered as you spoke, “Everything on the news is scary. And every time I watch it all I can think about is the fact that you’re out there.” You took a moment to glance at the group of Armed Detective Agency members on the airport runway to your left. One of the so-called terrorists you heard about on the news stood amongst the group about ten feet away from where you watched. The world was confusing, and scary, but there was a certain security in your heart that told you as long as you had Chuuya by your side, everything would be okay. “First you’re leaving before sunrise and staying out late on special missions, and I get it, I really do…” you felt a lump beginning to form in your throat, threatening to make you choke over your words, “but then you just leave on a business trip to Europe without so much as a ‘goodbye, I’ll be home soon’? And I have to find out from a call from your boss? I didn’t- I still don’t understand what’s happening. Do you know how scared I was? That I might not ever see you again?” Chuuya’s thumb swiped away the teardrop that ran down your cheek, his eyes trailing over your expression. “You’re right, it’s not fair… I don’t think I could ever apologize enough,” he began, his hold on you tightening slightly, “All that I can ask is for you to understand. I can explain everything to you when we get home. And I promise, I’ll do my best to not leave you in the dark so suddenly. It was an urgent mission, but it must have been scary. You’ll never have to feel like that again, not if I can help it.” Chuuya’s face softened, the corners of your lips curving up slightly at his sincerity as he cupped your cheek. “Shit… you deserve so much better.” You stood there for a moment, just breathing. Soaking in each other’s presence as your heartbeat gradually fell back to its usual pace.

“My my, Slug, is this the lovely lady you were so eager to get back to?” a voice chimed from your left, and you turned your head to face the man at the same time Chuuya snapped his head in that direction. Your boyfriend clicked his teeth, pressing your body closer to his own. “What’s it to you, huh, Dazai?” Chuuya was clearly trying to suppress his irritation. He was doing especially well, considering the fact that he had been holed up next to Dazai on an airplane for the past fourteen hours. “I’m just trying to acquaint myself,” the man went on, a grin playing on his lips despite Chuuya’s glare, “As a responsible owner, I should at least make sure my dog is in good hands.” You tilted your head slightly, and Chuuya sucked in a breath. “You’re treading on some pretty thin ice, Mackerel,” he growled through gritted teeth, “Watch what you say around my girl.” The taller man only took a step forward, his eyes glittering in amusement, a sharp contrast to the hollowed out, almost dead look he carried earlier. “Oh? Holding back your more vulgar language around the lady?” Dazai hummed with mild intrigue, “Perhaps my dog is being well taken care of.” You simply stood and watched with intrigue, the interaction clearly more complex than distinguishable at first glance. Despite their constant verbal jabs and ostentatious insults toward each other, there was a sense of familiarity between the two that was almost palpable to you. They bounced off each other, knowing exactly which buttons to press and which ones to avoid. It was probably a welcome change of tone in contrast to what they had just been through. Your gaze flickered between the two once more, and you couldn’t help but notice how the tension in Chuuya’s shoulders had been released. “Dazai-san?” your voice was level, and both of the men fell silent to give you their attention. You looked at your beloved, then to his ex-partner, then Chuuya, then Dazai again. Mirth swam in your eyes. “I want to thank you for making sure Chuuya was able to return home safely today. Truly, I cannot thank you enough.” You gave a slight bow of your head, and Chuuya looked like he wanted to protest. For once, Dazai didn’t immediately produce a response; he fell silent at your sentiment. This time, a gentler smile curved onto his lips. “Please spare me, Miss,” Dazai began, “Truth be told, I don’t believe I could have made it out without Chuuya’s help either.” The redhead raised his eyebrows. "I'm passing him into your capable hands now. I trust you’ll take good care of him?” Dazai seemed satisfied with the chuckle that slipped from your throat. “You have nothing to worry about,” you replied, “And I trust that your detective agency will treat you well?” “They always have.” Chuuya let out a breath, sharing a look with his partner before turning to face a black passenger vehicle that had pulled up a short distance away. Tinted windows that prevented anyone outside from peeking in; glass, body, and tires that were all bulletproof. It was one of the mafia’s. 

“C’mon Dollface, we should get going. Don’t wanna be here when the press shows up, and the boss is probably dying for me to give him a call,” Chuuya nodded his head in the direction of the car; you brought your hand up to give a small wave to Dazai and the handful of agency members further away who glanced in your direction. You let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in, allowing your head to rest on Chuuya’s shoulder as you made your way to the car. You felt like you could finally breathe properly again. The door unlocked with a quiet click. Chuuya swung open the door of the vehicle with his non gloved hand and stepped aside to allow you to enter first. “...Chuu?” you started quietly, taking a step closer to where he stood. “Hm?” he raised an eyebrow. You placed your hands loosely on the back of his neck, fingers intertwined; Chuuya responded by resting his hands on your hips, listening intently.  You could have held more of a grudge. He disappeared overnight without a word, and no one would tell you why. You’d been on edge for three days straight. Hardly even sleeping through the night as you kept up with the news almost obsessively, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. To be able to hold Chuuya close again so easily felt almost surreal. A soft smile creeped into your expression, the corners of your eyes crinkling as you tilted your head to the side. Chuuya’s breath stilled. “I’m just…” you paused for a moment, your voice pouring with sincerity, “I’m really glad you’re back, and that you’re safe.” Chuuya paused for another moment, studying you carefully as an equally tender look came to his face. He glanced to the side for a moment, and let out a disgruntled huff upon discovering that Dazai’s head was still tilted in your direction; he kept a curious eye on the situation from several meters away. Your boyfriend pursed his lips for a moment before snaking one of his hands further around your waist. He plucked his pork pie hat off the crown of his head, and before you had the chance to realize what was going on, you were already being gracefully tilted backwards, forcing your hands to grip onto the lapel of Chuuya’s jacket for support. Everything seemed to still the moment he slotted his lips into yours, holding his hat up to act as a shield from certain prying eyes. You didn’t hesitate to pull him in closer, your lashes fluttering shut as you savored what you felt like you had been missing for an eternity. Chuuya’s eyes were shut in concentration, his heart thrumming with delight at the familiar sensation of your lips molded against his own. Chuuya didn’t pull away until you were both light-headed from the lack of air. Cheeks flooded with warmth, looking at each other as if you were the only two people in the entire world. “I missed you so fucking much, you know that?” Chuuya’s voice was low as he brushed his thumb over your cheek. The two of you stood straight, lingering in each other’s embrace for a moment longer. Chuuya lightly tossed his hat inside the car and once more gestured with his arm out for you to enter first. The satisfied smile on his lips morphed into one of slight perplexion when you didn’t show a reaction, raising your fingertips to brush over your lips. “Chuuya?” you questioned, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He replied with your name, all the more puzzled when you let out an incredulous chuckle. “Since when are your teeth so sharp?” 

‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹ a/n: Thank you so much for reading! Have a day/night/morning/evening as lovely as yourself. tagging: @judasgot-it (I noticed that I wrote down that I agreed to tag you for chuuya fics but I can't seem to remember why?? TwT please tell me if this is incorrect! Thank you <3)

[literatureloverx]

Hiii!! good day to you☺️☺️!!! Just wanna ask something if you don't mind me🤗. In the aftercare scenario with fyodor, in the last part of it they talked about having children. Since reading that it's the only thing on my mind rn😔. I really wanna know what you think about fyodor, his darling and their children. Like would he be a good dad, an okay one or a bad one? How maby children do you think he'll have? Etc etc. Even though it's kinda impossible for him(rn) to have children since it'll probably become a problem for his plan, but can't a girl dream?🥺 Anyway tyty in advance if you answer this

(I love you so muchhhhh ahhh i wanna bite you/affectionately/😚😚. I love love the way you potray fyodor— my knees become weak every time I read one of your post! You're literally serving us a whole 5 star mchelin meal and I'm licking the plate- all utensils clean frfr😋😋. I hope you continue this and I'll be right here with the others supporting you🫶🏼🫶🏼)

Oh my gosh, I actually shed some tears here…🥺❤️

I can’t even begin to tell you how much your support means to me. Every time I read your sweet words, I get so emotional. I'm beyond grateful for your love and encouragement—it really keeps me going. ❤️

Thank you from the bottom of my heart!❤️❤️❤️

In actuality, I got two other requests about Dad!Fyodor. I wrote some headcanons about this and included a scene too, but since I don’t want to be unfair, I will post the scenario I wrote here and the headcanons in the other request ❤️

I hope you enjoy it, my dear! ❤️

Mdni, yandere behaviour, unhealthy behaviour, dad!fyodor, ideal type fem!reader, fluff, etc.

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F Y O D O R D O S T O E V S K Y

Belonging

Never in his life had Fyodor calculated that he would end up in this moment. It was a delight indeed, to feel the pleasure of utter belonging. You, belonging to him. Him, belonging to you. Him, belonging to his own small family.

A small smile forms on his lips, his eyes softening as his pale, cold hand gently places itself upon your belly.

It feels so strange, in an almost tooth-rottingly sweet way. It was something he never wished for, never considered before. But since you came crashing into his life with your graceful, soft, sweet nature, hopping into his safe space, jumping over his seemingly endless high walls, everything has been changing for him.

To find himself in such a vulnerable state was frustrating. He did not handle this new information well at the beginning, at all.

After endless loneliness, he felt uncomfortable with the togetherness with someone else. Finding you and falling for you, his soulmate, his lover, was indeed a shock for his hardened heart.

But now, this? A child? His child, that you’re bearing inside your very body?

He is not someone who loses his cool easily. You softened him. Your still unborn baby, whom he can't imagine parenting as any other human being does, softened him. He has found himself dwelling on thoughts obsessively focused on you and your child. About your future.

If this had not happened simply by itself, he wouldn’t have thought of having a child. But now that you’re full with his child, smiling at him with utmost love and affection, he can't help but love your baby.

Love… such a distant word for him for decades, for hundreds of years. Humbling, but so utterly real.

“Can you feel it, my love?”

“Yes, love.”

His gaze focuses on you, the dark glimmer shining through his soft expression, a sight far too familiar to you.

“I’m amazed how we managed to produce such an energetic offspring, given our harmonious and peaceful personalities.”

His humorous comment makes you huff out a giggle, amused at his remark.

“I’m not sure if I’d describe you as such, my love…”

His eyes soften further.

“I believe that motherhood has already made you brattier, my dear. We might need to change that attitude in the near future.”

Another chuckle, this time even more heartfelt than before.

He softly kisses your forehead, his fingers gently caressing your belly.

“The medicine is working. You’re feeling less dizziness, correct?”

Fyodor being your husband has more than enough beautiful aspects to it. One of them is, indeed, his ability to see, hear, and understand everything the moment it occurs. Like now. He always knows how you’re feeling, and it is refreshing in a sweet way.

“Yes, my love. I’m doing very well. Also, I'm not lonely at all, thanks to you.”

He smiles fondly, a lazy smirk stretching out his lips. Of course you weren’t. He is often away, but he always manages to send you gifts and activities to pass the time with. You’re always surrounded by people who dote on you and do everything in their power to make you feel comfortable in your huge mansion while you wait day and night for your husband to arrive and show you his affection.

It always pays off. The waiting, the longing, the slight agony that sometimes pierces your heart and makes you miss him even more than ever.

But he always returns. Always, without a single exception.

In those times whenever you were waiting eagerly for your husband to return, you had plenty of time to think about every possible possibility. How your lives would change when your little one arrives, what kind of mother you’d be to your child, what kind of father Fyodor would be… you never once doubted him.

You trust him with all your heart and secretly, this trust gives Fyodor immense strength, even if he never verbally acknowledged it. He knows that you trust him, and your trust and love work wonders on him.

From a logical perspective, he is not someone who needs love or acknowledgment, praise or appreciation. But with you by his side, loving, appreciating, trusting, understanding, and caring for him unconditionally, he acknowledges that everything is so much more beautiful as you bestow pure joy into his previously cold and inhumane life.

Your little family already makes him feel more human. You make him feel human. Not that he thought that he ever cared about being inhuman, but it turns out that he is, indeed, not much different than other human beings.

Feeling like a human has an incredible vulnerability to it. But with you, he can’t help but bow down to his own humanity, to his own vulnerability.

“I love you...”

His eyes glimmer with a faint shadow, and you can see inside his eyes how his sentence continues.

‘…I love both of you.’

To read my other works and the backstory to this scenario => MASTERLIST

[mins-fins]

âme sœur ﹙l. jn﹚

❛ âme sœur ❜ means soulmate in french.

synopsis . . with the new responsibilities as the kings courtier, you find yourself at a crossroad where you can't exactly determine your feelings for your childhood friend.

pairing . . king! lee jeno × courtier! male reader

genre . . royal au, fluff, some angst, some humor, childhood friends to lovers, medieval.. kinda

warnings . . some profanity, just mentions of forced marriage, somewhat inaccurate depictions of the medieval era, our main leads are SICK

word count . . 4.9k

notes . . take this mess that was meant to be something.. that eventually became nothing but some royal childhood friends to lovers conglomerate that could've been more specific but it was never going to get that far 🤷‍♂️ in light of my obsession with french phases (considering i literally am forced to learn the language) and obsession with putting every nct member in a royal setting, this is for jj 💗 only three scenes.. but it was never going to be more anw

THE SCENERY IS ENCHANTING, lavish gifts, lavish cakes, lavish everything. the wealthy are extra, even extra for the king— well, newly turned king. he was still a prince no more than a few hours ago, you were right there when he was overwhelmed about his own coronation, it's only been an hour and a half since this event has began, yet you've already found yourself at the receiving end of many personal inquiries.

who thinks to ask you about the king? you've been his friend longer than his advisor.

"no marriage? this is blasphemous!"

and of course, lee donghyuck can't keep himself away from a glass of wine. he's far from sober at this point, which draws a small chuckle out of you, the use of the word 'blasphemous' amusing you out of your dissociative episode. "i'm sure he'll be fine".

"he's lonely y/n" he slurs, twirling the glass of wine in his hands, an anxious gasp leaving your lips at the sight. good god if he drops something you're going to kill him. you promised him this day would be perfect, he had already been so worried about it for several months, you had to make sure nothing went wrong. "do you see how sad he is?"

"not sad, just worried".

another sip of the wine, a sigh releases from your lips, he's going to have to be carried home tonight, but the thought of that vision makes your lips turn up. it's pretty hilarious. "how boring, marriage is important!"

you allow for yourself to get distracted by the many treats which litter the expensive dining table. you scrunch your nose, unable to work up an appetite. now you feel nervous. what is that even about? it's not like today is your coronation.

"you sound like your mother" you mutter, teeth biting into your inner cheek. "can't you just be happy for him?"

lee donghyuck snorts, his breath reeking of grape juice. "i am happy for him, just pointing out the obvious".

"the obvious isn't always correct".

"at least someone here is reasonable" na jaemin is exhausted, and donghyuck laughs at the expression of misery on his features. "i swear all the people here are on the same mission, trying to set up young debs with the new king, do they realize how ridiculous they sound?"

"they'll never get out of their own heads".

jaemin hums, sharing a weird look with a certain lee who can't stop his wasted giggling. "is he insane?"

"the wine is adding to his idiocy tonight".

as soon as you say that, lee donghyuck lets out yet another overdramatized laugh, not his last drunken chortle of the night unfortunately. you lightly grimace, put off by the behavior. "you haven't happened to see our beloved king have you?"

you offer a shake of your head. "not since before the coronation anyway, i thought he would've been hard to miss".

"well he is hard to miss, he's a spectacle".

you let yourself snicker, giving a mere glance at the strawberry scones on the table. "you make it sound like you have feelings for the guy".

"don't take my word out of context, a beautiful man is a beautiful man".

you simply smile at that, jaemin can certainly speak the truth on some occasions. he scoffs, just barely fighting back a gag. "i hate strawberries.."

"not on his coronation day, nana, you're gonna stress jeno out".

na jaemin gives an incredulous look, his stare reminiscent of those he sends donghyuck. "you're on first name terms with the king?"

you laugh, just a little bit of disbelief hidden in the sound. "we've all been friends for years, wouldn't it be strange if i wasn't?"

"considering your his courtier now, it seems weird".

"jeno isn't like that".

jaemin hums. "i guess you know him best" he scans you up and down, a bubbling thought in his head itching to leave his mouth, but he decides against it last minute, picking up a sweet chocolate tart which he takes a bite out of. "let me know when you catch sight of him, i've been meaning to talk with him".

you only offer a nod in return, and when jaemin turns on his heel, donghyuck jumps up to follow quickly behind him, annoying the other to no end. "give me a tart minjae-ah! pleaseee!?"

ah, donghyuck sober is no different than donghyuck drunk.

considering you still couldn't work up an appetite, you entertained yourself by conversing with the people around you. gossip is high, other people can't really do anything but worry about what their king is doing. you somehow manage to make it through an intense conversation before the ones whispering realize that you indeed are the king's right hand man, you can't lie, their reactions were priceless.

it wasn't as easy to turn down dance invites as you assumed, you aren't exactly the prized possession of this gathering, but when people have a dance opportunity, they'll take it. you can't believe the amount of polite smiles you've faked tonight, it's astonishing.

but with no sight of the king, you couldn't exactly refuse advances for long, the excuses took much too long to form. you danced with at least three woman, one of them specifically curious about the details of the palace's pastries (as if you knew anything about that, you just enjoyed watching treats bake in the oven). she almost spun it into an opportunity to ask if you were single, an opportunity that you quickly rushed away from with the excuse of needing to go find the king.

not that much of a lie, but you couldn't exactly find another way to escape the situation. you gave her one last twirl and rushed off to another corner of the ballroom, good lord the king couldn't be more invisible today, on coronation day of all days too? you haven't seen him in hours.

"you look lost".

you jump from your spot, startled by the sudden voice. you only relax when you catch sight of the one man you've been searching for the entire night. "good lord jeno! don't do that!"

the newly appointed king smiles, eyes forming into crescents. "sorry, i couldn't resist".

your eyebrows furrow, indignation in your eyes. "do you know how long i've been looking for you? i assumed you bailed on your own coronation".

"you think so lowly of me" jeno sighs, batting his eyelashes excessively. "mother was being hard on me".

you narrow your eyes. "i'm sure it's just the usual, she's looking out for you".

"it's all piling up pretty quickly though, this room is so.. hot don't you think?"

jeno's eye twitches, the irritation getting to him quickly. "it's only a few more hours, i can get through it".

he's muttering, a clear indication he doesn't exactly have faith in his own words. his habits are customary for you to pick up on, your teeth sink into your bottom lip, you have to distract him.

"hey, did you know they made strawberry scones?"

you whisper the word of the baked treats, a little nod to a joke you two have. jeno immediately snickers, looking down at the floor. he almost looks astonished, as if he couldn't believe such a thing. "scones? you're serious?"

"so serious".

all jeno can do is sigh, not exactly disappointed, but not exactly impressed either. "i can't even eat anything, is it really that weird i don't want marriage at this time in my life?"

"they say most kings need queens".

jeno scrunches his nose, those words upset him clearly. "i thought mother would be angry but it's just everyone else.. i can do well on my own, i have you by my side".

you can barely fight your smile. you always wonder why he decides to say things like this, your heart pounds against your chest. maybe their just normal words to him, but to you? they aren't just words. they're so much more. if you feel the room grow hotter, no one should know that.

"you're bound to do well anyway, i'm just a little tick at your side".

"there's no need for such irrelevant words, you're much more than that".

you let another sigh leave your lips, he's so sweet, the man you've known for as long as you remember is simply the same sweet boy you met while sneaking through the kitchen to eat cake in the wee hours of the night. nothing has really changed.

lee jeno is simply wonderful.

"oh you flatter me" you choose to respond, fanning your face to accompany your dramatic tone of voice. "choosing me as your courtier? surely there were better candidates".

"no one was better than you, it was barely a challenge".

he doesn't glance at you, instead focused on the many decorated tarts on the table. "i cannot stomach these".

you chuckle. "you could at least try them".

"i might vomit".

"don't be so vile your majesty" na jaemin places a light hand on jeno's shoulder. "give credence to the chefs".

"i'm not demeaning their efforts, it looks good yes but i can't eat anything right now".

"it's not just you.."

your silent mutter earns a small smile from jeno, and he sighs. "i see none of you have a shortage of admirers, courtesy of our new king of course".

those words just get the slightest hint of a chuckle out of you, your shoulder shaking as you try to hide your laugh. you miss the incredulous look jeno gives you, too amused by the comment.

"are you actually laughing at that?" you only laugh again when you hear the offense in his tone. you can barely contain your giggles, but you have no idea why the statement is so funny.

"no not at all" you shake your head midway through your fit, mouth twitching as you try your best to stifle your smile. "i would never".

jeno narrows his eyes, and you just barely make it through eye contact without breaking under his gaze. "see? y/n enjoys my joke".

"it wasn't even a joke".

jaemin lets out a loud 'hmph', just the slightest bit upset. "you don't understand my comedy your majesty".

jeno sighs, why is he even beginning to argue with him? it's all useless anyway, he's just running into a wall. "maybe you won't come to another event at the palace then".

you almost laugh again, but jeno glares peripherally, so you suck in a breath.

"what a snippy king you are, surely you'll get along with your subjects".

"is that your attempt at sarcasm?"

"nope, just a show of truth".

jeno scoffs, an eye roll being his silent response to jaemin's smile. you glance between the two, sensing a budding tension. you have to kill this.

"you haven't happened to see mark have you?"

the na suddenly brightens, a light bulb going off in his mind. "oh you're correct! i have to discuss kingdom relations with him! you're a blessing y/n, enjoy your night your majesty!"

jeno narrows his eyes, irked at the exaggerated pitch of his voice. you simply smile, waving him a goodbye as he skips away, the man beside you immediately scoffing once he's far enough of a way. "he's truly a.. character".

"i think eccentric is the word you're looking for".

"you truly do get me l/n".

you chuckle, feeling your cheeks flare up.

it's just the heat of the room, it's just super hot in here, i'm being squeezed to death by this suit.

yeah, what an amazing excuse.

"if you aren't gonna eat, then what exactly do you plan to do?"

"i originally wanted to use feeling bad as an excuse to avoid dancing but.." he pokes your shoulder, motioning toward a group of woman eyeing him like candy, he probably wouldn't be able to escape them if they decided to come over. "they know i'm feeling just fine" he whispers to you, and you stifle your laughter by putting your head down.

"you can just turn down advances, you know".

"as if you don't make excuses to scurry away from waltzing, i know how you play".

you lightly nudge him, he did get you there. his lips turn up in victory, and you resist your eye rolls. "you're ridiculous, your majesty".

jeno furrows his eyebrows. "don't call me that".

"it's your title".

jeno's lips press into a thin line. "it sounds lousy coming from you".

"lousy?" you probably would be offended if not for knowing jeno.

"it doesn't make any sense, we've been friends forever, don't just switch like that".

"i'm technically your staff now".

"you'll always be my friend first.."

you don't even fight your smile at this point. did you say lee jeno was wonderful already? oh who cares? he is. he is so wonderful. in his own strange way, his eyes sparkle as he stares, a barrage of stars hidden in his irises. "okay jeno, i see".

jeno hums, again glancing at the center of the room. he scratches at the pure white tablecloth with his nail, you can practically hear him thinking. "would you like to dance?"

you blink, completely puzzled. "what?"

now it's his turn to laugh at the expression gracing your features. "i'm asking for a dance, with you".

"you usually dance with your staff?"

"you're more than that, don't start".

he holds out his hand, beckoning for you to take it. waltzing with the king? you've surely been blessed tonight. his empty hand practically speaks to you, begging for you to take it. you have nothing to lose y/n, there is no need to be nervous about it y/n.

you stare for a moment, the skin of his hand looks soft.

you sigh, you really can't resist lee jeno. you take his empty hand, your fingers intertwining as they fall together. his hands are just as soft as you imagined they would be, how fitting.

"you agreed without a single indirect comment".

"i'm simply speechless".

jeno seems amazed by such a prospect. "and why is that?"

"you want us to dance? is there any specific reason?" you lace both of your hands together, sighing in contentment as you begin stepping in motion.

"does there have to be? i happen to enjoy dancing with my friends".

friends, right.

"you just sprung it on me all of a sudden, i'm a little puzzled.." you mutter, successfully able to avoid his eyes considering you had to worry about not stepping on his feet.

"you can't see how attractive you are, y/n".

see this? this. how does lee jeno expect for you to act sane when he says stuff like this? does he even consider how you're feeling? how do you let him get away with this?

you let a breath fall from your lips, making sure to focus on the rhythm. "oh.. and you can?"

"it all just comes down to how i see you through my eyes".

is this some sort of romantic thing? is this a build up for him to ask for your hand in marriage?

now why would you ever assume that?

your about to inquire once more, and jeno senses that, because he cuts you off. "is there a reason to question it? you should've read my mind already".

"things can change, i assumed any of the other pretty women would be your pick".

jeno finds that amusing, indicated by the way his lips turn up to reveal a smile. "can't you stop questioning my decisions now? you're my right hand, i think it's obvious why i chose you".

you stare, mouth going dry. you pretty much have no responses left, you can't fight him on it anymore.

"you're sometimes an enigma to me".

and maybe lee jeno doesn't know how to respond to that one.

IT'S NOTHING SHORT OF overwhelming, you'll never be able to understand what jeno is feeling, but you can practically feel the anxiety permeating from him. he takes all the kingly responsibilities with fear hidden behind his eyes, it's a lot, and maybe he feels as if he isn't ready yet. you can sense his thoughts at this point, lee jeno is an open book to you.

"you haven't slept yet?"

"hard to sleep at a time like this" jeno mutters, caressing the material of his nightgown. he admires the night moon through the window, the light pretty much illuminating the whole kingdom. "i didn't mess up did i?"

"mess up what? you're spectacular".

he doesn't look away from the window, simply makes eye contact with you through the glass. "i want to make sure everything is okay, can't fall asleep feeling so.. nauseous".

"do you want tea?" you inquire, fingers beginning to pick at your nails.

he immediately shakes his head. "no need to bother the castle staff".

"i mean.. i could make you tea".

"don't waste your time" jeno replies, finally peeling his eyes off the moon to walk over to his desk.

you snicker. "it always helps you sleep, don't want to be sleepless at your first meeting as king".

"you're really taking that advisor role seriously now".

"there's a difference between being an advisor and being a friend who looks after you".

"you're really beginning to blur those lines.." he states with a hidden feeling of distaste.

you raise an eyebrow, puzzled. is he angry with you or something? he doesn't exactly seem pleased by your presence. a small breath falls from your lips, a breath jeno hears. "clock's about to strike midnight, make sure you get sleep".

"can't you stay for a while?"

you pause at that. okay, so maybe you're wrong. maybe he isn't exactly sick of your presence, maybe you aren't as good at reading him as you assumed. "how long is a while supposed to mean?"

"just until i get sleepy".

so he just wants to talk, alright, you can deal with it. "it isn't tea that helps me sleep, it's you".

the words seem too honest to have any feigned meaning. you can believe he isn't just uttering them to please you, he continues to catch you by surprise. he sits beside you, a heavy sigh falling from his lips. "i'm afraid of not fulfilling everything my father did, it's scary how fast it all is going, what if i don't do well?"

"well there's no need to worry" your hand graces his, but your eyes avoid his. "even as a prince you were at the top of it all, you aren't your father, and i know you're going to be exceptional, i'm right here, you know i always am".

jeno stares, fully taking your hand and basking in the warmth of the feeling. "choosing you as my courtier was a good idea.. you understand me".

"is that flattery i hear?"

"simply the truth.." jeno mutters, fingers softly intertwining with yours. "were like soulmates aren't we?"

ah. there's that word.

soulmates. is that really what you two are? is that the essence of your bond? you two fit. even the king thinks so.

"soulmates?" you whisper, not really looking for an answer, simply trying to figure out exactly why he decided to say that word.

jeno hums, agreeing with your question-not-question. his finger caressing the back of your palm, there's a certain feeling hidden in that hum you can't exactly decipher. it must be pleasantry, maybe satisfaction, you have no idea how to read him at the moment, and that prospect sends alarm bells ringing through your mind.

what is going on?

"mother told me certain people are simply made for each other, sometimes i feel as if the world handed you to me, you're my symbol of luck".

your lips press together, words dying in your throat. jeno doesn't mind the silence, simply basking in the air of the room, your hands squeezing against each other.

a small gust of wind drifts in through the open window, his eyes closing momentarily. "you say things that confuse me sometimes.."

"it's late, i'm overwhelmed".

your hands stay the together, the puzzled nature of your mind not exactly willing itself away. "maybe i'll take you up on that offer for tea".

you light up immediately, the upward curve of your lips being parroted by your eyes. "i'll come with you".

your chuckle is breathless, and your fingers slip from his, catching just the smallest slight of his smile dropping in your peripheral vision. "it's so late, though".

jeno uncharacteristically snorts, slipping on a thin layer to protect him from the cold. "i assure you that the night breeze won't take me away".

your narrow your eyes, opting to scrunch your nose at his show of sarcasm. "alright then, come on" you offer out your hand, an action reminiscent of the very one he performed earlier tonight when asking you to dance.

he takes your own hands rather quickly, the comforting feeling of your intertwined fingers is homely, something you two have both found comfort in with the long stretch of time consisting of your friendship.

it's a firm hold, one that could provide you enough safety and security in a terrible place.

"holding hands with your advisor must be typically frowned upon".

it's joke, tease on the tip of your tongue as you two walk the wall with your fingers intertwined, appearing as some sort of couple.

you'd be a pretty cute couple, you consider.

jeno closes one eye as he contemplates his next fit of words, but there's a strange smile on his face, whistling in the air. "i don't care what others think".

your chuckle is again breathy, and you decide to stick your gaze onto the floor.

lee jeno is a huge enigma, yes, but figuring him out is about the most engaging thing you can say works.

THOUGH LEE JENO IS a sweetheart, he is also just infuriating in the worst way possible. weeks pass from his coronation, kingly responsibilities seemingly taking years and years from him. you thank the ones above for jeno having chosen you as his courtier, because if you simply remained a regular noble, you wouldn't see him for hours upon hours of eligible days.

jeno has never been good at taking breaks, and the hours he spends locked away behind the stupidly large doors of his father's former office clearly indicate you of that.

you can barely contain your eye rolls when he makes up excuses at breakfast, his eye bags growing much more prominent as the weeks pass by.

you bite your tongue once he sends you occasional glares, your worries now kept in your mind.

you're an advisor, yes, but you can barely even attempt to bring up his newly terrible routine without him shutting you down.

it's an order, lord, you really want to punch lee jeno sometimes.

"donghyuck takes me for a fool, can you believe that?" your irritation is endless as you suck your teeth, dropping a stack of papers atop jeno's desk.

jeno leaves your inquiry unanswered, your eyebrows raising in retaliation to that silence. his eyes trail off into the darkness of the shrouded night sky, fingers tapping on the stack of papers placed onto his desk. "hello? someone in there?"

jeno glances in your direction, and you suck your teeth, irritation skyrocketing. "what's wrong?"

your tongue prods at the side of your cheek, arms crossing defensively over your chest. "i should be asking you such a question".

jeno narrows his eyes accusingly, and you manage the nicest scoff which can escape your lips. "jeno, midnight is rounding the corner".

"i'm not tired".

"yes you are".

jeno's glare settles something terrible in your stomach, your hands dropping at your sides. you lick your teeth, rolling your eyes. you step closer to him, turning his chair around. "are you going to try to convince me all the exhaustion is a front?"

"i'm.. fine".

"you're typical word of choice" your arms cross above your chest, disappointment etched on your features. your hands settle on his shoulders, and jeno simply watches as you keep him grounded in his place. "when was the last time you slept?"

"is sleep really that important?"

"is sleep really that important?" you mock with your hands on your hips, slapping his shoulder with a curse on the tip of your tongue. "you're an idiot".

"i can have you beheaded, you know".

"try me" you bite back, hand again trailing onto his shoulder. "it's time for you to sleep".

his fingers grasp at your wrist rather quickly, an immediate act of defiance. of course. your glare is as quick as it is tired, but you don't immediately attempt to escape his grip, instead scrunching your face. "you're acting like a child".

"i still have things i need to do".

"things you can do in the morning, you shouldn't argue with me".

how is it always that when you question his well being he chooses to fight you on it? you find that spectacle of him to be the most infuriating. "i think part of being king is learning to sacrifice the luxury of sleep".

you tsk, shaking out of his grip. "that isn't exactly convincing".

"it wasn't meant to be".

you question his integrity, licking your teeth. "jeno, as your trusted advisor, i advise that you need a good twelve hours of sleep".

"i haven't been awake that long".

"almost two days whole is pretty long" your eyelashes flutter, extending out your hand for him to take. "it's a good time to sleep now".

jeno sighs. "y/n".

"jeno" your teeth grit, right eye twitching at his stubbornness. "sleep, now".

it's astounding how easily the king follows your orders, you assume it's something concerning your tone, maybe it's the way you stare that gives him the unknown feeling of being small. jeno takes your hand, intertwining your fingers together.

you click your tongue at his eventual obedience, gaze softening. "you could at least not look at me like.. that".

you cast him a look. "it's not like i threatened you".

jeno narrows his eyes. "i'm inclined to disagree".

"nothing physical happened, you can't make a case against me".

he doesn't seem to like the display of sarcasm. "you seem quite content with that outcome".

"i didn't say anything".

your pointer finger completely directs itself in front of his face. "if i find out you aren't sleeping".

jeno finds this display to be the one of amusement. "now this is a threat".

you merely tilt your head. "maybe i'll finish you off myself, then you'll finally sleep".

jeno's gasp is of audacity, yet your grip nor your pointer finger neither falters. "that's awfully sweet of you to say".

you pay no mind to the sarcasm thrown your way, squeezing his fingertips that just happen to be pressing against yours. "a good king won't risk fainting at his upcoming announcement, get to sleep, it shouldn't be that difficult with all of this fatigue coursing through you".

"y/n.."

"jeno, quiet, i care, just.. sleep, i'll take care of everything".

"you don't have to".

you, again, scoff. "it's my job, jeno" your hand graces his shoulder, gaze still. you look even more exhausted than he is, sucking a breath between your teeth. "besides, i'm always here".

jeno pauses, staring at you with a gaze that you could only describe as.. loving.

affection, in all it's forms, has always been apart of your friendship. from the moment you two met as kids, it was established in the air, no words having to be said, just actions having to be performed.

your eyes don't stray from him, and neither does his from yours, it's a silent exchange that settles into the air, nothing verbal, simply stares.

stares can mean a lot apparently.

"i know".

you raise an eyebrow, watching him contemplate his next course of speech. "are you gonna stay with me tonight?"

you blink. "would you like for me to?"

jeno keeps your hands locked in place, forbidding your fingers from slipping apart. it's important to him that they don't. he remains standing before his bedroom door with your fingers intertwined, it's something that seems to be a tradition at this point.

"i'd love for you too".

love. love. love? that's what it must be.

maybe that explains why, even in all his mystery, lee jeno is simply so alluring. it's love. it isn't the replica of love that you felt for him back when you were young and naive, no, it's grown into something more.. determined.

you're in love with lee jeno, which, when you think about it, isn't as much of a revelation as any other result that could've been the case. your lips part, and you clear your throat as to keep your words to yourself.

you opt to sigh, letting your gaze fall to the floor. "give me a minute".

and you can't help your smile when jeno smiles, it's simply to difficult to ignore.

[svltzmans]

Can you write a Fiona Gallagher x fem reader of any kind could be about anything

latch - f.g.

a/n: hi! i'm so excited i got a fiona request i'm obsessed with her 😭 i came up with this little idea while i was listening to the song latch by disclosure which i think fits fiona's vibe pretty well? anyway i hope you like this :) its short and unedited but yolo!!!

warnings: alcohol mention, suggestive content, seckshual tension bc of course 😗

the music is blasting so loud that y/n can feel each beat reverberating through her head.

chicago is new to her, having just moved from a small town with her best friend who had always wanted more adventure.

and, of course, adventure involves going out to clubs and bars.

sure, y/n enjoyed spending time with her best friend and being social. but admittedly loud clubs weren't exactly her scene.

regardless, she sits at one of the tables, her best friend beside her.

"come on, let's dance!"

before y/n can respond, her best friend has disappeared into the crowd.

keeping an eye on her, y/n doesn't follow, taking a sip of her drink and continuing to people-watch.

there are several waitresses walking with trays of drinks, delivering both fancy cocktails and bottles of cheap beer to awaiting customers.

they pass her by, seeing that she has a mostly full drink in front of her.

that is, until, a brunette with dark eyeshadow approaches her, empty tray in hand.

"hey gorgeous, can i grab you something?"

y/n is almost speechless, completely in awe of the woman standing in front of her. she knew she would be able to explore her sexuality in chicago more than she did back at home, but she didn't expect to fall in love at first sight.

"i think i'm okay for now. i'm kinda babysitting this drink. thank you though."

the woman smiles, making y/n feel weak in the knees.

"just wave me down if you need another drink. my name is fiona, in case you need my attention."

and then she winks, and y/n swears she almost loses consciousness.

finally standing up to find her best friend, leaving her finished drink behind, y/n makes her way into the crowd.

she finds herself gently moving with the music, finally linking arms with her best friend to dance.

"i'm gonna go get us some more drinks," y/n proposes, watching her best friend continue dancing.

she simply nods, and y/n makes her way to the bar, only running into fiona refilling her tray.

"hey beautiful, whatcha doing up here? i would have brought you a drink."

"oh, i, uh..."

"don't get nervous, honey. i'm just playing around with you. what can i get for you?"

"oh, nothing for me. just a vodka soda for my friend, please."

"i got you, babe. but my shift ends in a few. wanna dance?"

y/n can't respond in any other way but nodding.

"here's a vodka soda for your friend. meet me on the dance floor in a few," fiona replies, gently touching y/n's shoulder.

"you're not gonna believe this. that hot waitress has been flirting with me," y/n looks at her best friend, still in disbelief that she had gotten so lucky.

"damn, y/n. you better bring her back to the apartment later," her best friend teases, tipsy from the night's events.

"she asked me to dance, i guess we'll see how that goes."

fiona starts walking toward y/n, trying to move through the crowd without distraction.

"i just realized i never got your name. i was just too distracted by how hot you are."

y/n is almost frozen in time hearing the woman call her hot.

"y/n. i'm still pretty new to the area but you are definitely the prettiest girl i've seen."

y/n and fiona quickly fall into stride together, moving to the music against each other. it's almost ethereal, the way the rest of the crowd fades away and they feel like the only two people in the room.

fiona comes behind y/n, resting her head on her shoulder so she can whisper in her ear.

"you're a pretty good dancer, y/n."

y/n moves her face almost too close to fiona's, their lips just barely missing each other.

"let's get out of here."

[distant-screaming]

GMM2025 Lineup Game

Rules: write your thoughts on all the gmmtv series pilots released today (or just the ones you plan to watch) and tag any 3 (or more! or less!) ppl whose thoughts you wanna know about!

thank you for the tag @bubbalakebrome!! I actually was writing out my thoughts for @ranchthoughts and thought this was the perfect opportunity to put em up in public too! I'm very fried from exam stuff so if these are poorly worded please forgive me <3

'dee,' you may ask, 'which of these shows are you going to watch?' no idea. I watch stuff after it's done airing, and I'm not sure how much time I'll have next year. still, if I have a positive impression of a show I'm very likely to watch it, so take that as you will!

Dare You to Death - joongdunk: it's....crowded? there's a lot going on, and it feels kind of like they mashed together two separate ideas they had for shows? but I love shows with guns because I get to kill people in my fics so LMAO!! also joongdunk are cool

Head 2 Head - seakeen and surfjava: deeply ambivalent to the actors and I've never seen them before, the plotline seems fine enough but not really my kind of thing? kind of a weird enemies to lovers I think

Burnout Syndrome - offgun + gundew(?): fascinating stuff happening here!! however. unfortunately. I don't really care. offgun are not my thing and the plot doesn't really intrigue me, it just feels dark and edgy in a way that's not my style. gun in black lipstick was something though!!

I Love A Lot of You: LIKE… OKAY GUYS… CAN WE LEAVE THE ABLEISM?? anyway. het show so I wasn't really paying attention, also has kind of split personality disorder but I'm not sure how well gmm will handle it based on their track record? anyway nanon's in it but shrug

Whale Store XOXO - milklove and junemewnich: .........shrug? sorry yuri fans I'm very ambivalent to this one, it feels like fluff the way 23.5 was fluff? not a high school gl at least! I might end up watching this, but I'm not on the edge of my seat for it

Only Friends season 2 - earthmix, ohmleng and jossgawin: INSANE. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about this one because (glances at season 1)......theatre kids only friends is incredibly funny though

That Summer - winnysatang, mondryu and neomint: WINNYSATANG MAINS YAY!!! the more amnesia, but it looks interestingly done at least, and it's a jojo show and I trust him. tang being a prince is... this drama has the space to either become overdramatic fanfic or really really good and I'm desperately hoping for the latter. tang's chara is an amnesiac prince. I get to write ballroom dancing scenes. I win. mond kisses a guy which is awesome, neomint is a thing and I am deeply ambivalent to mint

My Romance Scammer - juniormark, ohmfluke: this one's concept is deeply funny to me, but the execution could vary! lowkey the energy it's giving is mame show if mame was not obsessed with blurring consent? trashy fun watch energy. also, ohmfluke doing this one is great because their most well known show is like Heavy and Serious and this one is 'I marry this guy as a gay marriage scam and fall in love'. incredible no notes. also can the actors start naming themselves fluke1, fluke2, ohm1, ohm2

Melody of Secrets - forcebook: YES. YESSSS. THIS ONE'S FOR ME. LITERALLY FOR ME. CLASSICAL MUSIC, HORROR ESQUE PLOT, SEMI MURDER, ESTABLISHED GAY PEOPLE, MAYBE MISTAKEN IDENTITY? INCREDIBLE NO NOTES. also forcebook are like, solid actors for me so yay no issues there! I want my blorbos in incredible angst STAT

Love You Teacher - perthsanta: age regression. also perth's character is just a dick to kids for no discernable reason. amnesia. age regression????

Mu-Te-Luv - multiple pairings (seven I think?) gay ones are ohmleng and seakeen: I'm usually pretty chill with anthology style shows, they're fun enough! jamie's in this one and AHEM CLEARS THROAT I LOVE JAMIE JUTAPICH!!! so. the chances of me watching this are low simply because of my backlog, but it looks interesting enough! also there's ladyboy (I hope that's the right term) characters, and I don't know how good the representation is gonna be but it's there! neo is one of them (??)

Cat for Cash - firstkhao: this is just firstkhao get paid to flirt and play with cats the series, and honestly good for them!! a little supernatural element ie first can hear cats' thoughts, which I'm curious where that will go? but overall very low stakes show, seems like the kind of thing I'd binge in a day. firstkhao are fun. I hope people are capable of being normal about a low stakes show heart emoji. I personally think it's a chill watch but I'm not bouncing off walls excited. first is handsome though

Girl Rules - namtanfilm, milklove, viewmin: high heat messy drama shows I prefer to watch in gifs and skipped around eps, but we love messy lesbian representation always!! view plays a straight (soon to figure out she's not so straight) girl which I think is kind of funny. I hope they make out a lot

Boys in Love - papangpodd, lukemick, astonchokun: hello there, obligatory gmmtv high school show! I'm pretty happy with this one, because the actors are all actually young I'm pretty sure and they're all new so it's a nice start for them, very classic. I don't know any of them. papangpodd are there, and as soon as papang appeared I started crying loud and violent tears because I am deeply and unambiguously in love with him. I hope he commits hr violations on school grounds

My Magic Prophecy - jimmysea, teefranc: it's a doctor x psychic, and it feels like a vice versa but not really. the trailer was kind of boring in the sense of composition and scene choices and such. forced proximity trope, which I sometimes do not really like so this one is on thin ice. no idea who the side pairing are yay

A Dog and A Plane - taynew, marcpoon: banger cast!! I haven't seen taynew in anything yet I don't think? but I've heard good things? marc is my beloved, of course. the plot is incredibly interesting at first look, though the cheating thread kind of bothers me? whether it will win out over my enjoyment of the rest of the trailer is yet to be decided. judgement's still out on this one

Me and Thee - pondphuwin, perthsanta: overdramatic spoiled rich kid pond who is obsessed with lakorns x photographer phuwin. incredibly hilarious dynamic. I enjoy pondphuwin, and I enjoy rich kids who grow. seems interesting for sure

Wu - skynani (bl or bromance? unclear): they really looked at the skynani popularity, said bet filmed one (1) scene and stuck it in the lineup. good for them! I hope they kiss! there's golden thread of fate involved, which is fun. I don't want to watch if it's bromance though, my backlog yearns to be freed as is

Ticket to Heaven: RELIGIOUS TRAUMA AND INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA CATHOLIC EDITION THE SHOW????? FROM G4???? WILD STUFF. WIIIILD. I'm very excited for this one, it seems there's heavy topics so hopefully they're dealt with well. g4 will slay I know already. religious imagery goes hard in fanfic if literally nothing else. I will probably cry with this one. I will still watch it. I was also informed that gem went to a catholic high school. fun!

Tagging: @winnysatang @jojotichakorn @lamonnaie @pondphuwin @jjsanguine @cornflowershade! apologies if any of you have been tagged before <3

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

zeddison headcanons because i want them both and i need them back neow

they're both queer (not really a niche headcanon but i'm putting it)

it took zed many months to get over the dog imitation habit

(ignoring the queer headcanon for a sec) addison is the biggest ally to ever ally. like one of those obnoxious allies but it works for her

^full on rainbow cake and celebration when literally anyone comes out, but she'll also be lowkey if requested

they are "me? obsessed with you? yes, yes i am" personified (about each other, ofc)

addison was zed's anchor when it came time to learn how to control his zombie state (similar to kipo and her anchor from kataow)

addison knows enough of the zombie language to have conversations but struggles with pronunciation (i'm slightly projecting with this one i fear)

they're literally always holding hands or linking their arms/pinkies (literally canon)

addison lets zoey dress her up and do her hair, especially after she got her true alien hair

^zed has a whole album of pictures of addison after zoey's makeovers (simply just because he loves them both so much, literally only like 3 were taken for funny reasons)

zed has dyscalculia but thought that it was just a zombie brain issue for the longest time (yes, he's canonically top of his class. yes, i'm giving him dyscalculia. both can be true)

^once he figured out what he had, he had to be practically begged by addison and his friends to ask for accommodations

addison is insanely touch-starved but presents herself like she's not (i definitely feel like dale and missy weren't the most physically affectionate parents, and i assume that angie (her most touchy relative) died when addison was young)

addison is closer to eliza and bonzo than zed is to bree (this is pretty much supported by a handful of scenes in the movies but whatever)

^don't get it confused, zed and bree are still very friendly to each other, as she is addison's best friend and bonzo's girlfriend

addison's baked dessert of choice is muffins, especially fruit muffins

^zed hates the sensation of cooked fruit (we're projecting again) but he eats them anyway to make addison happy

^once addison finds out he doesn't like cooked fruit, she then feels really bad for giving him so many muffins to taste-test and recruits zoey and bonzo instead

zed is greek (at least on his dad's side, due to the "-polis")

zed ends up pursuing a career that does not require more years of school due to his gifted-kid burnout (we all know he has it) being so bad

^addison most likely pursued something in the hospitality industry, became a politician like her mom (but like an actually good one), or became a defense lawyer

^i also feel like addison's the breadwinner of their relationship (not that that matters in the slightest just a thought)

[sugar-grigri]

Hi there! Hope you are having a nice day! I really love your csm analyses and meta! It's specially great because I don't understand literary symbolism at all, I'm learning a lot. I was wondering if you had any thoughts on my boy Yoshida. What do you think is his role? Is he only an obstacle for the romantic relationship between Denji and Asa? In a world where every detail has a deeper meaning, why an octopus? Hope you have a great day!

The octopus trap 

I think that if I asked every Chainsaw Man reader about Yoshida, most of the time I'd be told either "I have no idea what he's going to do" or, more precisely, "I keep expecting him to do something, but he doesn't end up doing anything".

You mustn't let your hair stand on end when you read remarks like that. Yoshida is my favorite character of Part 2, yet if I were to describe him succinctly it would be in exactly those terms.

When I say not to be annoyed by these remarks, it's because they're not the result of a lack of writing, a lack of development or even a depreciation of the character, these descriptions only underline the originality of Yoshida's writing.

Yes, it's surely worth clarifying what I mean by all this... 

Let's take a look at things chronologically. Yoshida's first appearance comes just after Asa, who has just discovered she's possessed by the war demon, is unable to set foot inside her school, a victim of anxiety, school phobia and, above all, Bucky's death. 

Yoshida suddenly appears during this scene. He is also quickly associated with Asa, as the demon-hunting club puts him in Yuko's and the protagonist's group. We all said to ourselves: great, something's going to happen between these two! She's dying of shame, so Fujimoto is bound to use this to create more interaction between them.

When Asa comes across her bullies, who have attacked her locker and shoes, only Yuko comes to comfort her, and Yoshida simply fades into the background. It's strange, because it was as if he had brutally hidden himself from the progress of the scenario and the reaction he might have had to this kind of situation. Keep this in mind. 

Then Yoshida reappears in chapter 103, as if Fujimoto were accidentally placing an ink blot in the background, Yoshida simply blending into the background until he hits his target. For the reader, this creates a certain "ah yes, where the hell has he been?" situation, and the element of surprise is intensified by the fact that this is Denji's first appearance as a human in Part 2. This time, Yoshida doesn't disappear into the background, as if evaporated, he appears when no one was expecting him.

Put that in the back of your mind too. 

Then, when he tries to put Denji's goal of a girlfriend into action, he introduces him to Asa Mitaka, whom we suspect, subconsciously or consciously, to be Chainsaw Man's love interest. So we're all thinking (myself included at this point), he's surely going to be the magnet between the two! Which turns out to be completely untrue, as Yoshida brutally declares that Asa has no business getting close to Denji.

This point not only shows that Yoshida's narrative function is hard to pin down, it also proves something else: he's not omniscient. He's not, as I've read, this absolutely perfect string-puller, since it's clear that he doesn't grasp until later that Asa may not simply be a young girl obsessed with finding a boyfriend, but a possessed one who might disturb the target he's watching: Chainsaw Man. 

The aquarium was Yoshida's observation ground. Yoshida has no desire to be active, as evidenced by the telephone scene where, after Asa has been humiliated by his failure to call anyone, he shows Denji his phone, arguing that he can't get a signal anyway. Now I'll get to that line : "Do you think CSM would eat it for us ? The Death devil"

Whether it was making you believe that Yoshida is a genius string-puller, this line made you believe that the boy had something to do with the demon of death. Fujimoto wouldn't ruin so many mysteries surrounding one of the most anticipated demons so unskillfully. That's why it's necessary to interpret it differently. A line belongs to a whole, and this scene between Yoshida and Denji is not a scene that escapes its whole, on the contrary, it has consequences.

It serves to show two things: firstly, Yoshida is aware of Chainsaw Man's ability to erase other demons, which was surely reported by Kishibe who learned of it in chapter 84, proving firstly that the public hunters are now aware of this ability. Something that had never been said before. Then we come to the most interesting part. Yoshida makes it clear in this scene that they've been locked up for three days, and the cases illustrate how each of the students is dealing with their own mortality, with Haruka crying, Nobana flips out, another prefers to be physically active to keep himself busy, while Yoshida prepares to die. As for Denji, he's been through worse, and is cooler than the others.

Then Yoshida pointed out, "Do you think Chainsaw Man would eat the demon of death?" This triggers Denji's act of kindness, as he realizes that he can also "suppress", "devour" fears in his human form, by taking action. Denji has noticed that Asa is looking to be active; she's the one who offered her a date, so she's the one who has priority to receive comfort, so Denji comes to devour the fear that paralyzed the protagonist. All the more ironic given that the demon they were all really facing was the demon of famine. 

I know everything I'm saying sounds disjointed at the moment, but hang on, I need to be a bit descriptive before I connect all this.

The same phenomenon of script feinting will occur, not to make it look like Yoshida will be a love rival, a friend of Asa, the magnet between Denji and Asa, or the demon of death.

No, this time, in chapter 133, Fujimoto makes it look like Yoshida will be a great antagonist by proposing Denji's horrible dilemma of either being human and living with his family or being Chainsaw Man without it. But it all falls apart when he realizes that Denji chooses both, leaving Yoshida completely out of his depth. This time Fujimoto erases all the mystique around this character, he's not the player who moves the pieces against Fami, he's just a mediator. 

The same phenomenon occurs when he locks Denji into this normal life that doesn't suit him, placing him in Fumiko's hands, leading to one of the least "normal" chapters, chapter 137. 

I think that with all this, you're beginning to grasp a certain idea: Yoshida's purpose is a narrative feint, he's a character with indecipherable eyes for us to place all our doubts and mysteries in. The questions just pile up, and we project them through Yoshida, who answers none of them. 

So who is Yoshida ? 

The only thing I can say is that he's a mystery. And when I say this, it's not to clear my name, as nothing can be said about him, because he is written as such and should be appreciated as such. I often read that his eyes, fully black like Kishibe's, are not only perhaps a sign of kinship but also a sign of deep despair. I think it's precisely in this way that we can miss the originality of these characters. 

Kishibe is not placed in the deepest despair, what makes him so strong, what makes him still here, being practically the only veteran of the public hunters (did you notice how young the public hunters still were?), is that he has accepted and internalized the madness of the system, bows to it instead of fighting against it, but is not dominated by it as someone unreasonable would be.

Whether it's Yoshida's black eyes or Kishibe's, the latter are simply the eyes of acceptance of the system. That is to say, their pupils are no longer illuminated by that little personal glimmer, seemingly devoid of emotion, since they are simply a reflection of the darkness of the system, of what's going on through them.

Yoshida's eyes are the eyes of a mysterious system that constantly stares at the characters without responding to them. 

And now you're probably wondering, Anon:

What about the octopus ?

This is surely the most interesting answer to Yoshida's question.

When you're looking for meanings for octopuses, your first instinct is to think of mythology, isn't it? Leviathan, Kranken, Akkorokamui, the octopus is the subject of a multitude of legends, whose interpretations are intertwined, creative, healing or destructive, beneficent or maleficent, or even the subject of great divergence from the public, cute? Or monstrous? 

This follows on from the previous statement: the octopus is a being onto which all concepts can be projected, even if they are contradictory. Yoshida's narrative function is the same: we project whatever we can onto him without him acting on it.

What's the one piece of information you could give me with any certainty? The fact that he's a demon hunter, right? In other words, the only thing you could say about the octopus is the environment it lives in? No ? 

Do you know how octopuses are caught ?

Have you heard of the Japanese octopus trap? Specifically, the takotsubo? In fact, they're not really traps at all, but a form of passive fishing in which simple pierced stones or clay pots are placed on the seabed. The octopuses then enter these pots to protect themselves, using them as shelters to protect their fragile bodies. Above all, when the pots are brought to the surface, the octopuses don't even try to escape, pressing themselves against the walls. 

Yoshida acts like these octopuses, not fighting the system, but rather embracing its walls, thinking he's safe when in fact he's trapped.

Hidden within this obscure system, the octopus has no idea that it's not safe, but has headed for its own destruction.

Now the connections make themselves. The only answer those big black eyes can give is a reflection of the system.

Asa is rejected by her classmates, by this micro-society that is school? The system appears.

Fans cheer Chainsaw Man on, as society is increasingly forged around him. The system takes an interest and invites him for coffee.

As Asa is rejected after her second date with Denji, the system will only add to her loneliness.

Chainsaw Man is a being whose function is to eliminate fears? The system will remind him of this.

Is Chainsaw Man an idiot? Will the system still try to control him, even if it means inhibiting him?

What if we were to use the metaphor of the octopus trap to provide the opposite answer ? Yoshida sticks to the walls of the system.

What does the system do? It weaves itself around Chainsaw Man.

Is this such a good idea ?

[astriiformes]

hello!! this is kit. happy birthday!!! you don't have to answer all of these but

🎞️if you could change one scene from any of the movies, which one would you change and how?

⏲️what time period would you want marty to travel to and what would you want him to do? for fun or for something serious?

💫if you have any bttf related wips, here's the oppurtunity to ramble about them! (<-PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLSEPLSPEL)

Thank you!!

🎞️ - If you could change one scene from any of the movies, which one would you change and how?

Oof, just one scene is difficult, because the thing I'd like to change most would be how Jennifer's plot was handled in the second movie, and that requires a bit more overhauling. I think you could still make it better with a little tweaking though -- maybe she doesn't get knocked out and is simply told to stay watch the DeLorean, which still ends up being a problem when she tries to lure someone away from it, or something like that.

I guess that still modifies more like two scenes, but you get the idea! Anything to make her feel like she's got a little more agency. Because I like her a lot and it bothers me that the BttF movies aren't even that terrible at writing women (Lorraine and Clara are both really interesting characters!), but sidelined her anyways.

⏲️- What time period would you want Marty to travel to and what would you want him to do? For fun or for something serious?

Already answered this one but since there are plenty of time periods to choose from I will simply pick another. As someone who studies the history of science, I think that Doc and Marty could get up to some peak shenanigans in Enlightenment-era America (thinking late 18th and early 19th century here) when everyone was obsessed with the phenomena of electricity. I want to unleash Doc Brown on the people that thought lightning rods defied the will of God.

💫- If you have any BttF related WIPs, here's the opportunity to ramble about them!

OH BOY DO I

So, four years ago I started a diptych of stories I am yet to finish but that are some of the fics nearest and dearest to my heart, surrounding the idea of Marty being transgender. (I once called them my love-letter to transmasculinity, which is a little dramatic, but genuinely a bit how I feel about them)

The first is from Doc's perspective, and deals with the fact that, when Marty was first born, the version of him who'd been visited by 17 year-old Marty back in 1955 must've had an absolute heart attack at first. It features a very confused Doc and (eventually) a younger Marty figuring some important things out about himself, and is probably about half-written at uh. Almost 9k words.

The second, companion piece is from Marty's perspective, and set post-trilogy, dealing with him navigating questions of identity as someone who is trans and who now grew up in a different timeline. It follows his relationships with the important people in his life, his dueling existential crises, and the isolating feeling that maybe there's no one who understands you in the entire world -- and the relief that comes from learning that you're wrong.

I've done a truly monster amount of research for these fics--including having a librarian friend help me track down digitized historical documents during lockdown back in 2020--and am contemplating diving into the historical queer archive where I currently work for a second round, though we'll see what I can find. Regardless, I really want to finally finish these stories now that I've circled back around to having a lot of Back to the Future feelings again.

(Also to show the BttF fandom that I'm a much better writer when I'm not churning out only-mildly-edited 1-2k fics every day for a writing challenge, rip, although I'm honored people have been enjoying those ones, too! Just, you know. I can do better.)

[star-fandoms]

The demons took hold of me again

The "demons" being Sally Face... SIGH!! I was OBSESSED with this game in late middle school early high school, and now I'm back baby. Crazy what seeing fanart will do. ANYWAYS!! time to introduce my babeyyyyy

Here are "refs" cause i know these don't exactly count, but eh, i dont like drawing feet/shoes! ANYWAYS!! Slight Sal redesign, I'll probably end up putting him in whatever emo ass fit honestly. Anyways I love cute fashion sooooo obvs had to make my girl cute asf. It's kind of a gap moe moment with her cause my girl has seen the horrors(like literally ANY other of my ocs honestly)

QUICK NOTE ON SAL'S REDESIGN!! The original design is fine, I'm not "fixing" the design or anything, it was simply for fun, I wanted to see him in more emo fashion and thought it fit and looked good! The necklace he's wearing is actually a locket! I can see him having a little picture of all his friends close to his heart(SOBBING ONE SEC) I might also put Sal in gothic and scene outfits eventually as well, I actually thought about giving him scene coontails on the two little front sections!

TRANSCRIPT

Not a super organized outfit, but they don't care, they like their outfit

Emo ass outfits

Prob graphic design tee, I just didn't want to draw it.

Literally will never grow again, wears platforms tho(Note: With platforms on, she's 5'3)

More organized fashion, honestly wears a lot of different styles(Note: usually seen in cute, comfy clothes, but also can wear emo outfits, clowncore, really anything honestly, she likes a lot of different styles!)

Her name is Jellie, not really, but she doesn't really remember her name. The gang picked it out for her(in which they simply asked her what she likes and she said "jellyfish" and they went "okay, Jellie for short" and she's sported the name since) She doesn't live in Addison apartments, but she lives close by enough to walk and occasionally would sleep in Larry's treehouse when she got kicked out(which eventually they offer her a place to stay when that happens)

She's known of Sal since the first day of school for him after moving, and the rest of the cast(Larry, Todd, Ashley, and Travis(and some other Sally Face oc's of mine that are still in the works)) for even longer, however she never had the courage to really talk to them. She doesn't know how to make friends or talk to people and instantly assumes that she'll just be a burden and annoy them and that they'll all hate her. She's also a stickler for rules and is horrified of being late or doing anything to get in trouble, she states that "she'll never get to college and that the teachers will tell her to kill herself" if she's late for even a minute. She's usually pretty stoic or straight up freaking out and muttering self deprecating thoughts.

TW: SELF HARM SCARS!! (not realistic)GORE!!

HERES SOME EXTRA INFO ABOUT JELLIE!!(based off of the doodles)

She cuts, a LOT!! She literally hates herself so much and does a lot of harmful things to her body. She just goes in when she cuts, she doesn't think about placement or how deep she goes, as long as she bleeds and feels pain(please don't cut and get help in you can if you struggle with suicidal thoughts)

She really REALLY like horror and doesn't react much when she watches scary stuff. Not that it existed at the time, but she could handle those 50/50 challenges EASILY!! Girl watches a lot of true crime and goes digging for shit, she straight up just looks up images of dead people(she realizes how fucked up this is in the future)

Literally awful at smiling, you can TELL she has not smiled in a bit. She could be genuinely happy and still would not be able to smile normally. It also hurts her because she doesn't use her face muscles often(hardly spoke for years, only eats dinner, doesn't smile) It is something that gets better in the future, but the cries whenever she laughs!

The way she stares at people creeps them out, she's often bullied for it(amongst a shit ton of other things) She does NOT realize she does this or that it's creepy, she continues to do this even in the future LOL!! Also she's not mad, this is just how she stares at people

If she gets forced to live another life, she wants to be reborn as a Jellyfish. She really, REALLY loves the ocean and aquatic animals!

She has hallucinations and visions(like how Sal has visions) however, she cannot tell the difference between the two. It's easy to tell from an outside perspective when she has visions though because she gets nosebleeds every time and occasionally passes out(the passing out gets worse the older she gets and the more frequent the visions become) She refuses to tell her friends though because she's so happy she finally has friends and is worried that they will be weirded out by them

Finally! Just some art i did of 16 year old Sal and Jellie, it took forever and my hand and wrist are sore(i've just been drawing and writing nonstop for the past week anyways so oh well LOL, the carpal tunnel bouta go CRAZY! Cant wait to get another ganglion cyst) but it was worth it, they are worth it. Anyways! The scenario was that Jellie was hiding from her bullies(idk some random ass background ocs i made for SF) however Sal wasn't expecting Jellie to hide behind him, much less wrap her arms around him. Erm ^^ they cute or whatever

[ghostedeabha]

i haven't posted anything in a bit and i'm so sorry, i don't want to reveal too much detail at the moment but i've just been having a wacky time mentally to put things simply.

in return, have some (extremely) random personal COD headcannons :))

warnings: mentions of mental health disorders (including eating disorders), mentions of religious trauma, mentions of child abuse/childhood trauma, idk just some sad stuff but also way more happy stuff than sad stuff i swear

a/n: reminder that i've never played the game, a lot of the information i have on the characters is from fan created content and a little bit of research and some things could be slightly inaccurate canon wise. also these are once again personal headcanons, you don't have to agree with them, just pls don't be mean :)

anyway, i apologize that there's not that many :(( this is just a short lil list so there's def gonna be some characters missing and such. but i will have more headcanon posts out another time <3

cod headcanons (very random edition)

könig is a farm boy <3

impovershed farmer's child to soldier pipeline is real

also idk why but i feel like his real name is like eduard german spelling of edward or something

2 sisters (1 older, 1 younger but born the same year as him) and a little brother

soap is an ipad kid (i will be taking no criticisms)

ghost probably has borderline personality disorder but because it doesn't present in the way it stereotypically does for borderline men so he is undiagnosed

was audhd undiagnosed until he was 25

bro was baffled

the development of his bpd was both through the abuse and neglect he faced growing up and the trauma that one can experience from being autistic growing up but left undiagnosed

soap has severe adhd

PRICE LISTENS TO DISCO AND CLASSIC ROCK 🗣️ guilty pleasure is 50's love songs and smooth jazz

gaz tried to establish team game nights

regretted his decision after one game night

both ghost and könig are gymbros but in the disordered way

orthorexic könig

an-bp ghost

every one of those mfs has ptsd and/or cptsd

valeria is a radfem (trans inclusive)

gaz secretly likes a few kpop songs from various different groups (he really likes g-idle for some reason)

catholic trauma soap📢

was probably forced to undergo an "exorcism" at one point

also had a scene phase

emo könig :(( <3

ghost wouldn't necessarily label himself goth but he does enjoy quiet a lot of goth music and some of the fashion intrigues him

gaz used to be a roadman😭 absolutely hates admitting it though bc he's embarrassed about it

idk i feel like horangi would listen to ayesha erotica unironically

ghost listens to lana

i could also see könig having bpd as well (this is mostly feeding off of the obsessive/possessive/jealous headcanon the fandom seems to share, though i do have some other reasons i could go into another time)

can i get an amen for he/they könig??

soap jokingly said he wanted to use she/her pronouns too and now ghost wont stop actually using them seriously and soap doesn't want to correct him

ghost is fully aware it was a joke and he just wants to see how long it'll take soap to correct him

141 all have matching tattoos (including kate)

ghost also listens to hollywood undead

valeria's guilty pleasure music is taylor swift's earlier albums

ghost smoked weed in high school

dream blunt rotation is the 141, könig, horangi and valeria

könig's social anxiety really manifests itself as arrogance and sometimes he hates that

könig and soap are actual pyromaniacs

one of könig's favourite movies is howl's moving castle

that's all i can think of for now,, hope y'all enjoyed🫶

if you did pls gimme a like and send an ask if you want to request anything <3

[animentality]

Your post about dark urge dying twice is interesting and I agree that denying daddy bhaal at the temple and being resurrected right after is a let down. Anyways, playing a good Durge who never says anything mean/weird feels to me a lot like tav+ which is disappointing, not a lot of durge specific lines there to choose from. Best experience I have had with The Dark Urge is antihero, who chooses bhaal at the temple but does the right thing at the end and destroys the brain and kills themself, you get a nice chat with Withers after game and it feels a way better than what a happened at the temple, while still not being as good as it could be. Let's all hope that Larian fixes act3 eventually <3

See, that's the thing that really annoys me.

The Dark Urge to me is just far more interesting than Tav, who is by design, a blank slate so that you can make them who you want them to be.

And I get that's the fun of DND and BG3.

I just wish they had bothered to give this ORIGIN CHARACTER any of the same amount of depth for the other origins.

Which is not to say that they really have as much depth as they should, Astarion aside, but let's not get into that.

It's just odd to me that the Dark Urge really only has three extra scenes, and everything else is just edgy lines and biting off a toe or an arm here and there.

The pre-amnesia dark urge is FASCINATING to me, but we barely see anything from them.

That's why I was so obsessed with the Prayer of Forgiveness. It's an inkling that there was something to the Dark Urge more than just slaughter, and there's only ONE line in it that does so.

I KNOW I know it's an RPG and it's not trying to tell a story, so much as letting you tell yours.

I just personally find the Dark Urge way more interesting than the Tavs i see out there, and YES, I'm SORRY.

not all of yours OCs are going to be intensely interesting to me.

But the Dark Urge as an origin?

I find them interesting.

I like edgy characters who choose to let their edginess go, and begin the journey of becoming more open and human.

And I simply don't CARE for oh here's someone's hero OC who is a hero, and fucks all these hot people.

You can play the game that way, I don't care. I just personally...wish BG3 had given the Dark Urge specifically more depth.

The Tavs can be boring if they want.

Just, the Dark Urge should not be available as an Origin, if they weren't going to actually give them a well developed and open origin.

You can keep it a secret up until the end, but even when you find out you're bhaalspawn...you're just bhaalspawn.

and nothing else. nothing about your past beside a hasty line or two about it.

plus once you kill orin, it ceases to matter. there is no impact on the story if you choose to be a good dark urge. you are essentially just a tav.

the dark urge also was overhyped for what it was. Everyone is out here saying they're scared to try the dark urge because they might kill their companions - that's a joke.

You have to option to do so ONCE and your entire camp kills you, giving you an immediate game over.

Plus, save scumming.

It's really not that hard.

The Dark Urge really should be a harder option. They should have to wisdom roll for more choices, forced to ACTUALLY grapple with the desire to torture, maim, and kill.

Then your sacrifice would mean even more in the end, because you are tired of hurting people you don't want to hurt.

But alas.

I need to just be happy with what I have, so.

I'm done complaining, I'll go back to talking about burying my face in Gortash's tits again...

[autisticempathydaemon]

Ohmygod I love matchups

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

Too sweet by Hozier ofc ofcm I looove Hozier and the way he sings about relationships 😭 Im like not fixated on a specific lyric, I'm fixated on the wedding bells in the background of the chorus

What is your Enneagram type?

Okay it has been a FUCKTON of time since I looked at that stuff but iirc it was 2? Me being an infp is literally the only thing I can consistently remember bc ADHD brain

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

YESS I listen to them whenever I'm playing Sims or working on something. Any of Jenny Nicholson or Li Speaks’ videos are common for that Nostalgic Essay Stuff. SPECIFICALLY Jenny Nicholson’s jeff the killer fanfiction book video because I OWNED THAT BOOK. I WROTE CREEPYPASTA FANFICTION AND I OWNED THAT BOOK

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend.

I did not have one and I pretended to because everyone else did and I felt weird for not having one

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

Imagining being loved and cared for 😭 or whumpy fanfiction scenarios no in-between. But they usually overlap

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)

I named myself after a character cause I relate ofc but I also named myself echo because it was another birth name in consideration for me and it feels like… whimsical

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

ITS STILL “FLIRTY VAMPIRE LOSES CONTROL” BECAUSE IM OBSESSED WITH SCENES WHERE THE HUMAN PARTNER OF A “MONSTER” CHARACTER IS DIRECTLY CONFRONTED WITH THEIR MONSTROUS TRAITS AND LOVES THEM ANYWAY.

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

Gavin </3 I am simply not a sexual person and it puts me off a bit lol

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

This spectacular show called dramaworld about a girl whos obsessed with kdramas and gets sucked into the world of them, but not in a “the events are real” way, in a “the entire world is a setup for the same characters to go through various plots, forgetting and falling in love over and over again” and it's hilarious and it's such a comfort show even though I can't watch it anywhere anymore I don't think. The main romance is top tier. It's so funny. And the stakes and plot twists are actually pretty good

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

Probably Sam? I want him to be my dad. I have issues.

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

Apparently when I'm half asleep I start talking about horses? But when I'm still conscious, I mostly talk about like. Vampires mostly.

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

doritos dinamita and mountain dew yes I am basic

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment.

I don't have favorite playlists so much as I play 4-6 songs over and over on repeat until I'm sick of them. Currently, those songs are too sweet by Hozier, no more birthdays by sophie may, and Every Chappelle Roan Song.

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

I love bad romance novels the more ridiculous and bad, the better. kresley cole's immortals after dark are fun to make fun of (no. Hate if you like them)

And whatever else you think tells me about who you are!

Uhhh my favorite form of interaction is parallel play. irl or digital, in a digital sense it means “we're liveblogging two separate things we're doing at the same time” lmao

- Asher-Echo/vampire-bite

Ooh, there’s a lot of good info to consider here. Initially, it was hard because I find Type Two’s easily compatible with most of the Redacted bois, but what said about “not being a sexual person” made it easy to choose Ollie for you.

Because he has never and will never get a BA, I love to headcanon Ollie as either asexual, low-libido, or both, so that’s one reason I think he’d be a good match for you. I also love that y’all would like so many of the same things like open-world games, bad/silly romance novels, and spending time with one another without the pressure to actively interact or engage with each other. (Also creepypastas. I love to headcanon Ollie as a horror, creepypasta fiend, given he grew up on the internet around when Jeff the Killer came to be.)

Every day with Ollie would be so comfortable and domestic, so sweet. Like, on a long weekend like this one if you’re American, I can see y’all spending it at home, a little staycation. He’d be in the other room or one end of the couch reading, and you’d be on the other reading one of your romance novels. Cattywumpus would be on your lap, because you’re his favorite. Your music is playing in the background, and you both stop what you’re doing to dance to “Hot to Go!”, because Ollie would totes love Chappell Roan.

Song:

Spillin' wine and homemade drinks/ We throw a cheers, the worries sink/ Damnit, it's so good to be alive/ We know that we don't got much/ But, then again, it's just enough/ To always find a way for a good time

Ollie strikes me as the type of guy who loves simple, feel-good, folk-esque music, someone being honest and emotional with a guitar. That’s one reason I like this song for y’all and can imagine it shuffled with yours as y’all hang out. The other is that this love song is sweet, catchy, simple just like Ollie~

Runner-ups:

Your love of the Sims and cheesy paranormal romance novels compels me to give you Elliott as a runner-up, because he could bring the things you read and create to life in your dreams, and that’d be so fun! In contrast, your Enneagram type and identifying yourself as nonsexual makes me want to pair you with Cam who gives me an asexual, easily affectionate vibe.

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[fishyyyyy99]

I finished watching my rewatch of Never Have I Ever right in time for season 4 (the last season) of Sex Education, which I just finished watching a few hours ago.

Anyway, I'm just going to brain vomit a bunch of my thoughts, so if you disagree, please do so politely (because fandoms genuinely terrify me sometimes):

Maeve and Otis deserved the Ben and Devi treatment. No, I don't mean that they should have ended up together. Breaking up was the right thing for Otis and Maeve. And I really loved the way it was written, and Maeve's letter to Otis. But Ben and Devi's very special connection was emphasised throughout all four seasons, but I feel like they stopped doing that for Maeve and Otis somewhere along the way (though there were still some very nice scenes). But also, I have to say that in season 1, Maeve and Otis were the BEST (and I have never stopped shipping them simply because of how much I loved them back then). They were my favourite fictional ship ever, back then. I would have been obsessed with them, like I ended up being with Ben and Devi, if they'd stayed that way.

Paxton and Devi deserved the Ruby and Otis treatment. I'm just saying that because more pining is always fun for me. Of course, I wouldn't want Devi to treat Paxton like Otis treated Ruby in the last season, though. Also, I think Ruby was interesting enough that she deserved more space for her individual arc, like Paxton got.

The friendships on Sex Education are chef's kiss. None of the friendships on Never Have I Ever have ever made me feel as much. For me, Ben and Devi's dynamic outshone Devi, Eleanor, and Fabiola's dynamic. But the dynamic between Maeve and Otis eventually ended up being outshone by Maeve and Amy's friendship, in my opinion (and there were several other beautiful friendships portrayed on the show).

I think both shows do portray parent-child relationships quite well, but Nalini and Devi's relationship is my favourite.

I know a lot of people think Sex Education has too many characters, but I will say that I actually ended up interested in all of the characters. I don't think I am as interested in the side characters of Never Have I Ever.

Aimee reminds me a little of Trent, but I like her much better.

Ruby reminds me a little of both Ben and Devi (and Paxton, I suppose).

I wonder what types of conversations Ben and Maeve could have about how their parent-related abandonment issues have made them not feel good enough and have affected their relationships with other people in general, in a hypothetical crossover. It would also be interesting to see the contrast between Maeve's grief over thr death of a parent she both loved and hated, and Devi's grief over the death of a parent she practically worshipped.

Eric exploring his relationship with God as a gay man made me wonder how it would have been if they had done something similar with Aneesa.

Both shows are groundbreaking in different ways.

[true--north]

Hi, I think it was your blog I've read that it was initially Anna that was supposed to stutter and do all the may-we babbling before the kiss at the end of the movie. And actually I do think it kinds fits her bubbly awkwardness even better than it fits Kristoff? Anyway, I'm kinda obsessed with that now <3 Do you have any ideas how the scene could went then, maybe? Would Kristoff kiss her like she did with him? Or just reassure her? Or... something entirely else?

Yes, I've seen it a couple of years ago, the blog is now deactivated, alas 😥 But as far as I can recall it had a picture of the script, or a well-sourced quote. I didn't feel any suspicious when saw it, this I can remember. Sorry my memory is sht especially after covid I experienced in 2022 when I supposedly discovered that post. Anyway, I may forget the details, but the scene, this draft from some earlier versions of F1 has imprinted in my mind: it was a slightly altered "I owe you a sled" scene, and Anna was like "Oh, I could kiss you, well I mean if you're not against it, oh...what I'm talking about" and such, like Kristoff in the actual movie but more flustered and adorable Anna-like. And Kristoff was like discreet and serious, and said simply and softly, "Come here", and kissed her. Idk, it was so adorable and thawing cold hearts. I too wish it was filmed.