#b/c he actin' a bit like that here

[the-blind-geisha]

If you want… (´･ω･`) could I make a request, and it’s no problem if you don’t want to!

Where a Human-Player!MC was playing the game one day & either as a friend or a special event was able to somehow run into Demiurge, Ulbert somehow took him to a special game event that allowed NPCs. Which somehow leads to Demi getting a crush on them and he somehow gets them stuck in the game permanently to be with him…?

A/N: Sorry this took an eternity for me to get to! I'd be happy to do that! ♥

The NPCs were very rarely ever allowed to journey with their Creators outside of Nazarick or being summoned into dungeons and raids. But once Yggdrasil introduced a new event that would even place NPCs for quests at heteromorphic and humanoid areas for a celebration, the guilds realized their own self-created NPCs could join as well.

There were very few events that allowed a cease fire between both sides, but this was one of those events.

It happened twice a year, and that was it.

Regardless... even as an NPC, Demiurge remembered her.

She was a human, but she was the one human in that world that he could recall ever flattering him and his Creator. In the past, he would have preferred to destroy any and everybody that didn't align with Nazarick, but she was spared his aggressive gaze.

“Oh, I guess your Creator isn't here today, is he, Demiurge?”

He couldn't answer back then. He was just code running with limited abilities in which he could say or do anything. Even his 'speech' was limited to hurt and triumphant noises. With her standing close to him, he merely shifted his head from side to side to show the code HeroHero implemented inside of him.

Walking up to him, she used the /embrace emote to hug his character. The devil responded in kind, as most NPCs could react to a few simple emotes players did around them.

“I won this, by the way.” She dug into her inventory to pull out a flame lily. It was a beautiful flower with petals that reached upwards like a roaring flame, a dazzling yellow and red with orange at the center. “I thought you might like it.”

With the trade offered, the NPC went through the actions it was allowed to do in accepting the trade with someone that was deemed a friend under his list.

“There you go. Maybe now you can feel a bit better, huh?”

With such an item bequeathed to him, Demiurge placed his hand on his chest and bowed.

She gave a funny look. “Huh.. didn't know you could do that without someone telling you to or someone bowing in return...?”

When she said such a thing, the generated NPC's mind began to race.

I did, didn't I...?

¿I ʇ,upᴉp 'pᴉp I

“Well, I better get going,” she insisted.

Using the /blowkiss emote, she watched as Demiurge responded by acting bashful. Though the reaction felt delayed almost... Maybe it was just her imagination. Could be lag.

“Bye! I'll see you next year!”

The eyes opened, crystals glistening off of the light about him. He looked to his hands and turned them over to look at his palms.

For once, the devil was able to move his hands without someone making an action command on his behalf. There was something that was ordering him to go back to being rigid, following a code that remained embedded in his core being. But he did everything to fight that.

I can't let this cease... I have to do something... Demiurge thought frantically, reaching back into his inventory to pull out the flame lily to clip it upon his chest.

Sadly, he was snapped back to an idle pose he was often forced within.

It would take some doing to fight this invisible string that had a hold on him. But no matter what, he would do it. He would see himself freed of whatever was controlling him without even his Creator being nearby.

As the years of the celebration continued, fewer and fewer people arrived to attend. The joys of the gaming world were slowly starting to dwindle till merely NPCs roamed the gaming world with a few player characters.

But that didn't stop the archdevil from attending.

Demiurge waited as he usually did, but this time, he was alone. None of the guild members of Ainz Ooal Gown was there to stand at his side.

Admittedly, he was anxious. What if she wouldn't come? He had sent an email to her, addressing it cryptically. Who would truly come into a video game world if an NPC sent you mail? After all his time of fiddling with the game world data, he knew she would think it a bot or someone trying to trick her.

He had to be vague, but write to her as though he were human.

“So few people here but they said to meet them...!” Her words trailed off when she noticed the only one at Muspelheim's gathering point for the festival. “D-Demiurge...? How in the world did you get here by yourself?!”

She came closer, keeping a curious eye about. She didn't wish to feel tricked by this.

Demiurge didn't have the voice box to speak properly. Instead he used an emote of /hi for greeting before sending a text for her to read.

𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒. 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓌���𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉. 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒… 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝒹𝑒 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒, 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉.

“Who is writing this? It can't be you...” Her words trailed off, feeling a ping of uncertainty. “...can it?”

Demiurge opened the text box once more to type yet again.

𝐼𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝒟𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓊𝓇𝑔𝑒. 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝑒... 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓈𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓎. 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒?

This was getting a bit creepy. Never would she have imagined an NPC would become... real. There was always talks of 'ghosts in the machine' that could go rogue. Was this one of those moments?

Before she could even hope to log out, something seemed to prevent her from doing so.

“What is happening...? How come the logout button is grayed out?”

Demiurge gave a curious frown of concern.

𝒪𝒽, 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉? 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝑜𝒹𝒹. 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝒟𝑀 𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒?

“Oh, umm, that would be very nice of you.” It actually was, maybe she was overthinking it a bit. Maybe being alone for so long, she mistook his words as being weird. Just cool it, she thought to herself. He never was mean to you before. He was always very nice as an NPC.

Before she could even wait for a response, the screen went black. The connection to the game felt like it flat-lined.

Demiurge walked over towards her body, arms behind his back. Opening his mouth, he tried to form words for a moment.

“Mm.. the...re... There...” He knelt down, resting his hand on her back. “It's you and me now, my dear. Now we can be together in this world of paradise... forever.”

[melancholysway]

TMNT Bop or Flop

Feel free to join me in this bc I'm bored af and im trying to start all the requests i have :")

this is also a slight smash or pass bc I'm bored also- however I'm not doing it with TMNT 2012- that's just wrong LMAO or rise TMNT- self-explanatory. 2003/Bayverse/2007 is fair game though yall!

TMNT 2003

Leonardo

Ngl... a bit of a flop but a bop lowkey .

I liked him when he was starting to be more carefree and not so into the whole being perfect and leader thing ...

if this was smash or pass... SMASH IDC

Idk yall something about this Leo makes me happy in a weird way, so maybe half bop half flop? a blop?

Raphael

MAJOR BOP ALERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ah yes a man who loves animals I'm here for it

I also really love his accent in this wtf .

He's a bop b/c he fought blind once, GTFOHHHHH!! and he ain't afraid of SHIT!

pass btw if this was smash or pass, he seems like a cool friend to have tho!

Donatello

BOP! His sassiness hasn't peaked in this version but it's very much there . 2003 Donnie is actually so sweet yall. Plus, his voice is very nice to listen to! I would love for him to read me a long book aloud as a bedtime story <3

smashbtw

Michelangelo

the man makes a mean scrambled egg according to Raph, but I make it better. FLOP.

I can't put my finger on it, but I just didn't enjoy this Mikey as much as I did in other versions. He made me wanna punch him sometimes . Also would notttt shutup about being the battle nexus champion like boy if you don't shut yo ass up-

pass pass pass pass btw

TMNT 2007

Leonardo

MAJOR. FUCKING. FLOP.

I don't care what yall mfs say, he was way too mf serious, and even said he was better than Raph??? I don't know exactly what he dealt with during that training in South America, but it changed him man.

He tried too fucking quick to bring the team back together, and that's why him and Raph had a falling out and a big fight. Raph knew it was wrong of Leo to try and waltz in again in their lives and be Fix-It-Felix bro.

sidenote: Mega SMASH. That "come to daddy" quote????? He knew wtf he was doin with that. He's too mf fine to be actin the way he was actin in this movie LMAO- I still really enjoy this Leo though, if they made a sequel like it was intended, I would probably change it to a bop, but I need more scenes of 2007 Leo/ this design of Leo to do this !

Raphael

Do I even have to say it????

BOP. BOP BOP BOP! BOP BOP BOP TO THE MF TOP YALL!

By far my FAVORITE Raph in the entire franchise! I love it, he's at his peak rebellion, and even made a name for himself fighting crime, I love it.

I also LIVE for his Brooklyn accent. I also hc if we got more screentime of him in the sequel, he'd be the most chill turtle. I believe there's a deleted scene of him talking to Leo at the end of the movie, and his tone/mannerisms were very mellow. 2007!Raph is mad chill

Also gave 2007 Leo a run for his money bro-

SIDENOTE: SMASHHHHHH! HULK SMASH IDC CALL ME WILD BUT IDC . Whoever designed him needs a raise. His eyes??? gtofh.

Donatello

Ngl...a slight flop?

he's not as sassy in this version, and I love me some sassy Donnie.

Like Leo, I really wish he got more screentime, I do love him challenging Raph in the beginning of the movie though :) Go Donnie go!

There's a deleted scene of Donnie and Splinter, it's called "let him eat cake" on youtube I believe- he would've been a bop if they kept that scene in! I feel like there was a lack of Donnie scenes in this- but I like that this movie was focused on Raph so I can't complain.

In a deleted scene it reveals Donatello loves money, he's also a flop bc he takes Mikey's money away so he can't buy dumb shit for the lair, at least let the man keep more than a $5 ya know?

ahem...smash.

Michelangelo

BOP! surprised? don't be.

he's a single mom that works one job who loves his brothers and never stops

with gentle hands and a heart of a fighter

he's a survivor <3

i also feel bad that he gets beat up by kids :( he really be providing for his family fr fr. He really out and about making his coin as a turtle in a turtle suit. he also started his own business??? got his own slogan, and is a kids party host??? like okay support small business xoxo

erm...pass btw, I just cannot see Mikey that way yall.

TMNT 2012

Leonardo

BIGGEST BOP OF THE CENTURY! This version of Leonardo is my all time favorite. He even beats Rise Leo by a few! I can't explain it, but this Leonardo- the first one we see that's more upbeat and not so serious, I loved it! They gave him interests other than training or being a leader- they gave him a love for a show he devotes his time to! be fuckin fr.

Also played tea time with some random ass lil girl, it was so cute. I loved to see Leo be put in situations where he's just being him.

So yes this is very biased but idc, he's my fave. One thing about 2012 Leo he gon get to the bag no matter what.

He also literally SLAYED Shredder and brought his head! OFF WITH HIS HEAD!!!

Raphael

Do I need to say anything?

Bop, wanna know why?

HIS ONE-LINERS. He's so in tune with his sarcasm and wits that it's so satisfying to hear some sarcastic shit come out his mouth.

May even be a bit sassy, he has no time for bullshit. will beat some ass- and is the best pet dad.

no bc when he was being a foster dad to Chompy??? my heart. my fucking heart yall.

Also the fact that he named him Chompy Picasso? PLS.

Donatello

Bop guys!

Lowkey gets bullied by Raph but makes up for it by making him look dumb at times.

SASSIER. VERY SASSY. WIll point out his brothers (Raph/Mikey's) stupidity.

Plus his gap is so cute

Also, he's a bop because he made fucking RETRO MUTAGEN. If I'm not mistaken, 2012 Donnie is the first one of his installments to make a retro mutagen.

Okay maybe Mikey mixed a chemical or two and was the original creator of the retro mutagen, but Donnie was able to make copies of it after finding out how Mikey made it.

Michelangelo

BOP BOP BOP

He might be my favorite Mikey! I really like 2007 Mikey bc his comedic timing was on point, but this Mikey! Oh my god his timing is fucking terrible and I love it.

he's also the reason why his brothers aren't in the stomachs of those big-ass wasps, he's underrated! When he applies himself, he's unstoppable fr.

Also, he's an animal lover like Raph! He also really cares for Ice Cream Kitty (IC Kitty is also one of my fave characters for some reason they're sooo cute!)

BAYVERSE TMNT

Leonardo

Hear me out.

Blop.

I know, why isn't he just a bop or why isn't he just a flop? I honestly couldn't decide. I found that he wasn't the most memorable in this version, but he did certain things that I remembered. He also has cute blue eyes so that's why he's a blop.

I didn't like the way he talked to Raph in the second movie bro, he was such a bitch, then acted mad shocked that Raph went out and tried to get the ooze himself. he also benched tf out of Raph and Mikey just because Raph called him out on his shit.

Okay I'm changing it- he's a blop but VERY close to being a flop because of that.

all this being said...pass.

Raphael

He's mad chill. A fuckin Bop. Honestly, all Raph's are bops, but this one especially. He knits yall. KNITS. Raph KNITS. I never thought I'd see the day.

Also a Vin Diesel stan, I love that for him.

They also gave him a fear of heights...or erm...skydiving, which I thought was kinda cute! Big bad Raph is scared of a plane dive!

P.S- smashy smash. he's truly a sweetheart yall.

Donatello

I actually really like his design! Love the glasses on him fr fr!

This Donnie is a blop though...sorry guys.

He was very nerdy in this one, but I'm so used to Donnie being a sass king that it didn't feel normal.

I wish they gave him more substance than just the genius of the team, if this makes any sense. Same with 2007!Donnie.

Blop positive: he's the only turtle to curse in the movie! he also snorts. it's cute.

Sadly...pass.

but, if they made him sassy as FUCK- ALL MIGHT DEKU SMASH.

Michelangelo

BOPPITY BOP

he's mad cool i dont see anything wrong with him. He's just a bro.

i dont have much to say about bayverse Mikey for some reason, so I'll leave it at this.

He also calls April "Angelcakes" which I think is cute yall-

Pass btw

RISE!TMNT

Leonardo

Final boss level BOP BRO. I love love love this Leo! He's amazing. I have no complaints fr.

Total asshole in the lair olympics but I loved every second of it LMFAO

also his granny disguise to spy on April??? 10/10 great style. It's nice to see Leo not be the leader for once, I truly see what he could be when he doesn't carry the burden of the leader.

Raphael

Okay, I'm used to hothead/soft Raph, but this Raph?! MF BOP! HE'S FINALLY GETTING THE UNOFFICIAL LEADERSHIP ROLE HE DESERVES.

He's a big mf softie, and I love it! I love his design, everything! No complaints about this Raph, he finally is able to show his leadership skills!

spoiler all rise! turtles are bops bc its so nice to see them written differently than their usual stereotypes.

Donatello

I absolutely adore this version of Donnie! His lines are absolutely top tier bro.

HIS RAP IN MYSTIC LIBRARY??? GTFOH. I also really loved his rivalry with Leo in the olympics btw .

He has so many golden moments that this is exactly why hes a BOP! BOP OF THE MF UNIVERSE.

He's also unintentionally funny, his computer password??? yeah bro he's funny.

Michelangelo

BOP. I finally feel like Mikey isn't the butt of the joke anymore. All boys are funny in this series in their own way, and they're all shown being a little dumb so I love that LMAO

I love that Mikey is still childish, but it seems to do toned down as his brothers are equally childish in some way

We don't rely on Mikey for comedic relief, we can rely on him to be sporadic and chaotic though! i love this version of Mikey, this one is my favorite. Point blank my fave!

Masterlist

[polyphonical]

Dragon's Head - Restlessness and Injustice

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Location: Break Room

Kuro: Hm? What, they’re outta water? Guess I’ll just have tea.

Glug glug, Hahh…… That hits the spot. I was sweating a lot during the strength training.

I should get the guys in the trainin’ room some tea too. Uh, how many bottles is that……?

Idol A: ――Those guys at Starpro……

Kuro:  (……Hm? I hear people talkin’. Did they say somethin’ about the guys at Starpro?)

Idol B: ―― Is it okay to be doing something like this……?

Idol C: ――It’s final.

Kuro: (It seems like a buncha suspicious talk.)

(Where are theyーー Aah, they’re in that hallway over there. I should hide myself.)

(Those guys… I think they’re from the same agency as I am.)

(I don’t know ‘em personally, but I’m pretty sure we passed each other a few times in ES. Just what the hell are they talkin’ about in that corner?)

Kuro: ………

(It’s no use. I can hear bits and pieces, but I can’t hear the whole thing. But they way the were actin’ was just too suspicious.)

Idol A: It’s fine. If no one finds out, we’re in the clear.

Kuro: ………

(They left……)

(What did that guy just say? What’d he mean, “if no one finds out”? He’s shady.)

(……Okay. I gotta go follow those guys.)

Location: Forested Path

Kuro: They went to back around here…… I thought there was only a storage room for props here though.

What could they do in a place like this?

Location: Set Piece Storehouse

Kuro: ………

(Okay I think I see someone in the backーー Yeah, as I thought, it’s those guys.)

(Hm? Is that the dragon boat we’re usin’ for the project? Was it kept here?)

Idol B: Hey. We really can’t get caught here.

Idol A: I know that! There’s no point to it if we get caught here. The boat has to sink for unknown reasons durin’ that race.

Kuro: ! Those guys…!

Hey! What the hell are you doing!?

Idol A: ! That hurts! What the hell!?

Idol C: You…… You’re Akatsuki’s Kiryuu aren’t you?

Kuro: Didn’t I ask what the hell you’re doin’?

Idol A: I didn’t do anything! Let go of my arm already!

Kuro: It’s useless to play dumb now. I heard what ya were talkin’ about earlier. You’re gonna drill a hole through the bottom of Starpro’s boat, right?

Don’t go doin’ somethin’ stupid.

Idol B: Stupid……? It’s not stupid! We got no choice but to do this! We try our best, but it never matters cuz Starpro just goes and steals our jobs!

You get it, don’t you Kiryuu!? I mean, you’re from Rhylink too!

Ah, I get it. The top idols at Rhylink don’t care about what’s happening to the underachievers in the agency, right!?

Idol A: It’s no good to wipe the stuff that was in that weekly magazine. It’s fine that we don’t get along.

Being good friends with Starpro? Don’t make me laugh!

Kuro: Hahh…… Quit all the yappin’. You’re too noisy.

‘Course I know what it’s like while workin’. I get how frustratin’ it is.

But there’s no point in ventin’ your frustrations like this.

There’s a buncha stuff that don’t go the way ya like in this industry. Small fights are even normal. But being an idol means taking the frustrations ya get from workin’ and using it to do your job even better.

Idol B and Idol C: ………

Kuro:  Look.

Idol A: Guh……! Damnit, stop twisting!

Kuro: I’m pretty much done here. Ya should be grateful I’m not beatin’ you to a pulp.

I’ll just report it to the higher ups this time. But I’ll at least include that it wasn’t that serious since it was a failed attempt.

Idol B:  W-Why……

Kuro: ……Well, everyone has moments where they lose their footin’. But it doesn’t change what’s been done. Ya need to reflect on your actions and become better people.

See ya.

Idol A: ――Don’t fuck with me……!

Location: Training Room

Tetora: Ah, Taishou! Welcome back. Practice is just about to start ssu~

Kuro: Sorry for comin’ back so late.

Tetora: Don’t worry about it. But it was a very long break.

And your mood is a bit different from usual, Taishou… Or well, it looks like you’re in a bad mood or somethin’… Did somethin’ happen?

Kuro: ……It’s like ya can see right through me, Tetsu.

Tetora: Eh? What’d you say? I didn’t hear what you were sayin’……?

Kuro: Nah. It’s nothin’, don’t worry ‘bout it. It’s just some personal business.

Tetora: …… Sigh. Taishou is really just like Morisawa-senpai ssu.

Kuro: What was that……?

Tetora: I didn’t say anythin’ either. Then, let’s start practicin’, Taishou!

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[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Ayato Route ー Finale

ー The scene starts in the ballroom

Male Vampire C: ...Please wait.

Ayato: ...Aah? You’re still here, you bastard!?

Male Vampire C: This is your reward...for reaching the"correct” answer.

Ayato: ...A reward?

Yui: ( I wonder what he means...? )

*Snap*

Ayato: ...!?

Yui: ( W-What’s this...!? A blinding light came out of nowhere... )

ー A crowd appears around them

Yui: Eh...!? Suddenly there’s a bunch of people...!?

Female Vampire A: Congratulations!

Male Vampire A: Congratulations! It is an honor to be able to meet you.

Ayato: Haah!? The fuck are these people...!?

What is goin’ on!? Explain yourself!!

Male Vampire C: Ayato-sama...Please take this.

Ayato: Aah!?

Yui: A letter...?

*Flip*

Ayato: This isn’t some suspicious shit again, right...?

*Flip*

Ayato: Let’s see...?

‘...Dear King of the Carnival...

King of the Carnival, and Queen of the Carnival...

This party is held to celebrate the birth of a new Adam and Eve.

In short, it is a banquet for the two of you.

However, it would be dull to simply organize it, so I prepared a little thrilling act on the side...

Enjoy it to your heart’s content...

...From Karlheinz.’

Che...I knew it...

ー The crowd cheers

*Clap clap clap*

Yui: Eh...?

Male Vampire B: King of the Carnival! And his Queen!

Let’s toast to today!

*Clap clap clap*

Male Vampire C: ...I am the one who organized this party upon Karlheinz-sama’s order.

This is a party for the two of you.

Please enjoy it to the fullest.

Ayato: Easy for you to say, but no way in hell I can enjoy this shit...!

Yui: Yeah...Let’s say I haven’t fully processed the situation yet...

Female Vampire A: Come on, you two. This way, please!

*Rustle*

Yui: Wah...!

Female Vampire B: We have prepared several foods.

Ayato: Oi! Don’t be touchin’ Chichinashi!

*Rustle*

Ayato: Uwah...! The fuck!? Don’t grab my arm either!!

Female Vampire C: Oh come on, everyone has gathered here to catch a glimpse of you two!

I am truly happy to be able to meet you...

Please have fun.

*TIMESKIP*

Ayato: Phew...

Yui: Ayato-kun?

Ayato: For now...It’s too noisy in here to have a proper chat.

Imma sneak out for a bit. Chichinashi, this way.

ー The two of you step out on the balcony

Ayato: I guess this works perfectly...

Yui: Are you sure...? We snuck out of the party they prepared for us...

Ayato: It’s fine. Not like we can dance or shit wearin’ these clothes.

Yui: ( Right...We’re dressed casually after all... )

Ayato: Ahーah...Geez...He did all of this stupid shit.

...That guy takes pranks to a whole new level.

Yui: Fufu...Reminds me of a certain someone though~

However, I get that they are trying to congratulate us.

Ayato: Hmph. Must be nice to be so careless.

Yui: But you had fun today as well, didn’t you?

Ayato: ...

Yui: It was fun for me. A lot happened but...I got to spend the whole day with you after all!

Besides, ever since I heard the story you told me at Berawecka’s Castle, I’ve had a lot on my mind.

Ayato: ...In that case, I’ve been thinkin’ as well, you know?

Yui: Really?

Ayato: You remember that takoyaki shop owner, right? After hearin’ what he said...

I felt as if Vampires were tryin’ to imitate human culture, become more and more like humans themselves.

Yui: ...

Ayato: To be honest, I don’t quite get that myself.

I doubt I’ll ever be able to ever understand it either...I guess.

...Takoyaki’s hella delicious tho.

Yui: ...Feeling yourself change is scary, and makes one anxious.

But...If you experience such feelings...

I think this proves that you understand humans more than anything...

Ayato: ...

Yui: I say that, but there’s no need to force you to adapt.

I think you can just stay true to yourself.

Ayato: Hmph...Quite cheeky for a Chichinashi, huh?

Yui: ...Sorry.

*Rustle*

Ayato: ...I see.

Yui: What’s wrong?

Ayato: ...Shut up.

*Rustle*

Ayato: ...That letter was left behind in the room you went missing.

Yui: Letter...?

Ayato: Inside...the question ‘what is most important to you?’ was written.

Yui: Yeah...

Ayato: For a second, I thought the answer might be ‘takoyaki’ like that shop owner.

But the second I realized you would fall right into the flames inside that cage, you were the only thing...on my mind.

Yui: Eh...?

( Ayato-kun... )

Ayato: By the time I realized...I had already run to your side. Heh...What a joke.

However, that’s when it became clear. My answer...

Yui: ( Answer...Is this what that Vampire was talking about back then...? )

Ayato: Takoyaki’s definitely delicious, but not worth makin’ it the thing I’m livin’ for.

I didn’t really understand what that shop owner was goin’ on ‘bout.

Even in the story of Berawecka I told to you, I always used to think they were a bunch of fools...

...But right now, somehow...I feel like I can understand them.

...I realized that my most important thing in life...Yui...It’s you.

Yui: Ayato-kun...!

...Thank you.

Yui: ( Ah...Ayato-kun’s actually flustered for once... )

Ayato: ...What?

Yui: Ah...No...I was just thinking your cheeks seem a little red...

Ayato: Haah!? The fuck you sayin’!? You really are a cheeky one...!

Yui: ( Fufu...However, I’m glad I got to hear Ayato-kun’s feelings... )

Ayato: ...Ah! Right!

Yui: What’s wrong, all of a sudden...

Ayato: I remembered! The Poisson d’Avril!

Yui: Eh...? What’s wrong with that candy store?

Ayato: Whatcha playin’ dumb for?

You were actin’ strange back then, remember?

Yui: ( Ah... )

Ayato: What did that shop owner tell you back then!? Spit it out!

Yui: Uhm...

( I didn’t think he would remember... )

( Uu. What now? I’ve gotten embarrassed... )

Ayato: This time I’m not lettin’ you off the hook, understand? I confessed a bunch of shit as well after all!

Yui: ( H-He does have a point...Ayato-kun spoke his mind too...)

Ayato: Hurry up and tell me!!

Yui: ...F-Fine! I’ll confess! I’ll tell you...!

Ayato: Hmph! You should have just done what I say from the very start...Geez.

Yui: ( He’s right, Ayato-kun told me as well... )

( ...Here goes nothing! )

You see...

Those fish-shaped chocolates I got...

Ayato: Yeah.

Yui: If you feed those to the other...mouth-to-mouth...it’s said that you put a curse on the other to ensure they will never cheat on you...

Ayato: Hm...A curse so your partner won’t cheat on you...huh?

Yui: I’m sure it’s just an urban legend of some sorts though.

I didn’t tell you because I figured you would just be appalled by it...

Ayato: Hm...

Yui: A-Ayato-kun...?

Ayato: ...Hehe...Then want to put it to the test?

Yui: Eh? I-It’s fine...!

Ayato: Oh? Is it these?

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Kyah! Ayato-kun, where are you touching!?

Ayato: It’s ‘cause you won’t just pull them out!

*Rustle*

Ayato: There they are, the fish-shaped chocolates...

We have to feed these to each other...mouth-to-mouth, right?

Yui: Y-Yeah...

Ayato: Come on then, open your mouth.

*Rustle*

Yui: ...!

Yui: Nn...

Ayato: ...Nn...

*Smooch*

Ayato: Hehe...Now you’ve been cursed, so you can never cheat on me.

Yui: Uu...How embarrassing...

Ayato: Whatcha gettin’ all embarrassed for? I just kissed you, right?

Yui: But...Somebody might be watching us...

Besides...Like this, I’m the only one who got cursed, while you could still cheat on me, right?

That’s unfair...

Ayato: I thought this would be the part where you offer to feed me one mouth-to-mouth as well but...

You only got one of those chocolates, right?

Yui: ( Ah...Right... )

Ayato: Too bad...Hehe...

But...Rest assured.

*Rustle*

Ayato: There’s no way I’d cheat on you with some other chick.

...Right, Yui?

Yui: ...Really?

Ayato: Yeah...

So don’t you dare let some other guy suck your blood either, ‘kay?

Yui: Mmh.

Ayato: ...I love you...

*Smooch*

ー Fireworks go off in the background

ーー THE END ーー

[messedupessy]

well hello there again fjajjd yes. last time i really liked thoe anecdotes, i would love to listen to more stories that happened to you guys if that's okay ? (that is the second ask so fjksjd there, sayig it here. congrats essy, you're doing great ♡♡♡) -B☆

“AH! AHOY BABEH FRUNCH FRYE!”, Pass exclaims happily at seeing you, his whole face brightening as he looks at you grinning widely, his hands on his hips. “AN’ YE WAANT MAIR TAILS O’ OOR ADVUNTURES AYE? HOWFUR ABOOT YIN THAT AH DIDNAE GIT TAE TEILL LEST TIEME ALS SOMEBODIE  DECIDNE TAE CAUNTSTANTALY INTARUPT!”

Pass gives Boney an accusing look, which Boney replies with by looking as innocent as he can, which no one is buying because he is doing it in as dramatic of a fashion that he can for shits and giggles.   

((Transtlation: Ah! Ahoy baby french fry! And you want more tales of our adventures aye? how about one that I didn’t get to tell last time as someone decided to constantly interupt!))

“what? would i do that? interupt ya?”, Boney says, holding a hand on his chest in mock offense. “i’m hurt brother, that ya would accuse me of such wrongdoin’s.”

“MWHEHEE AYE AH DO! YA KEN WHIT YE DUID, YA SCRAUNDEL!”, Pass laughs, he then turns back to you excitedly. “BIT YE WAANTAD UZ TAE TEILL YE A STOORY!”

Pass’s expression turned thoughtful as he tried to think of a story to tell, as he and his brother had been through many adventures together and there were many, many stories he could choose from. 

“AH! A KEN!”, he then suddenly exclaims, grinning wider. “HOWFUR ABOOT THA YIN WHAUT WE MURTHER THEIS PIE EATAH SLAVUR N’ FREED AA O HEIS SLAVUES AN’ SET FYRE THA HEIS HOUS?”

((Transtlate: mwhehee aye I do! you know what you did, you scroundel! but you wanted us to tell you a story! ah! I know! how about the one where we murder this fat slaver and freed all of his slaves and set fire to his house?))

“ ohh, that’s a classic.”, Boney nodded. “tho i will be takin’ over tha tell et so tha save our so ever lovely creator from writin’ too much of pass’s accent.”

“AWW BIT AH WAANTAD TA TEILL ET! BIIIIT AH JALOUSE YE KIN TEILL ET THIS TIEME.”, Pass grinned. “THA STOORY  STERT UNNER TH’ CUT!”

((translation: aww but I wanted to tell it! Buuuut I guess you can tell it this time! the story start under the cut!))

((ALSO THESE ARE NOT OPEN AT THE MOMENT YE)) 

“all right, with that done with let’s get this story started, cutie.”, Boney says giving you a wink. 

“it all happened a couple of years ago now, back when we still were human, our younger sister lachina asked us fer a favor tha get some documents from a slaver at l’hôpital.”, Boney visibly shuddered at the name in disgust. “it’s tha center of the slave trade here in tha caribbean an’… well it’s a down right horrible place tha live in if you’re a person of colour, or a monster as there are a couple monster slaves as well, tho they aien’t that common.”

“AYE LACHUNA!”, Pass’s face brightened up at her name. “SHAE BE OOR SISTAH THO NAE BI BLUID, BIT WE SEE TAE BE SIBLINS ANYHOW, WE HINNAE TAUK WI HER FUR AWHULE NOO THO, WE SHUID CHEINGE THAT!”

“AN’ AYE, TAIRIBLE STAID.”, he grimaced but his expression turned determined. “TIS A STEIR AH WIDNA MYND BYRN TAE THE GROON’!”

((Translate: Aye Lachina! she be our sister though not by blood, but we see us as siblings anyhow, we haven’t talked with her for awhile now though, we should change that! And aye, terrible place! It’s a place I wouldn’t mind burning down to the ground!))

“aye, likewise.”, Boney agreed with a nod, before he continued with the story. “but tha plan we came up with was tha dress me up an’ then sell me as a slave to tha guy since i be tha one with tha darker skin an’ better actin’ skills, an’ since tha bastard was well known in his love fer pretty young boys also, well… alas me brother wasn’t up fer tha task.”

“AYE AH BE A DIFFARANT KIN O’ BONNY BACK AS A HOMAN.”, Pass gave you a wink. 

((Translate: aye I be a different kind of pretty back as a human.))

“aye, lucky ya brother. as i ended up gettin’ me bum pinched by that disgustin’ piece of sheit.”, Boney grimaced in disgust at the memory. “as i had tha seduce tha guy a bit so pass could sneak inta the mansion undetected, he of course had tha cup a feel on me bum an’ i will nevah forgive him fer that.”

“so et sure felt good tha shove me knife in that bastards arse when pass finally arrived.”, Boney grinned satisfyingly and a tad bit bloodthirsty. “it’s what that kind of man deserves fer tha harm he done tha innocent people.”

“AYE AHN WE TIAED THA GEY UP, GIT TH’ DOCAMETS AN’ THAN WE SETT FYRA THA TH’ HOUS!”, Pass exclaimed gleefully, his eye lights stars at the memory.

((Translate: aye and we tied the guy up, got the documents and then we set fire to the house!))

“aye, that wasn’t part of tha plan but…”, Boney shrugged. “it’s what pieces of sheits like him deserved, he got burnt alive while me an’ pass escaped without a scratch.”

“don’t worry tho, pass had made a sweep of tha estate before he set his fires so no one but tha fat bastard got hurt.”, he added reassuringly. “we ended up gettin’ chewed out by our sister later but et sure was worth it, as we did get tha job done an’ since we killed tha bastard et let some of her people to sneak in and free tha slaves that was there, so win win.”

“TH’ EN!”, Pass said happily. “WHIT A EXCITIN’ STOARY THAET WIS WASNA ET?”

“BIT!”, he then suddenly said, turning fully towards you with a mischevious grin, his eyes a bit lidded as he continued his voice a little lower. “A LITTALE- WE BURDIE TALT YE WUNTAD SOMETHIN’ FAE ME.”

Pass then pulls you into a hug, then suddenly he lifts you up and spins you for a bit with a laugh before setting you back down, and then he presses two kisses on each of your cheeks with a happy grin. 

“TU ES UN BÉBÉ QUE PUE.”, he then murmured flirtily, but with a really bad accent but his words were still pretty clear. 

((Translation: the end! what a exciting story that was wasn’t it? bit! a tiniest birdie told me you wanted something from me. you’re a baby who smells.))

Boney let out a snort, and then burst out laughing as he couldn’t keep himself quiet anymore and instead began laughing so hard he cried.

“i-i nyehehehe!”, he wheezed, trying to say something but kept getting interrupted by his own laughter. “can’t-can’t believe ya actually said et nyeheheheh!”

 Pass looked a bit confused for a second before realization hit his features, and he turned around to glare at Boney who just kept on laughing, beginning to laugh too.

“MWHEHEHEE AH SHUID HAID KENT ASKUIN’ YE FUR FRUNCH LASSEUNS WIS A MISTAK!”, he laughed as he turned towards Boney, his hands raised in a groping fashion as his expression turned mischievous. “PREPAIR YE SELF FUR MA  REVANGE BRUTHA, FER AH WINNA BE MERCAFYUL!”

((Translate: I should had knows asking you for french lessons was a mistake! Prepare yourself for my revenge brother, for I won’t be merciful!))

“nyehehehe oh sheit-!”, Boney laughed nervously in turn, knowing that look on Pass’s face way too well, he then proceeded to quickly make his escape while Pass ran after him, his hands outstretched while shouting insults and how Boney couldn’t run forever.

Which was true as suddenly there was a loud screech of a laugh from Boney, quickly followed by more laughter and also cries.

Because no one can escape tickle master Pass.

((here ya go bb french fry enjoy, and yes I got Princey to ask you how to say that in french bc I sneaky :>c ilu u stinky bb❤  )) 

[bezgoesboo]

––  m i c   t a p !    “ an’... ohp !  we’re live ! ”    

               r u s t l e   r u s t l e . . .   

“ well, if you’re listenin’, welcome to another episode of witchin’ hour, in which i’ll do a real valiant job of wastin’ your precious time. 

                             we got the tunes, we got the loons, and the night’s fresher                              than a pack of fuckin’ mini mart twinkies. yep. i’m bez.                                                              whaddya say we get jinkie with it ? ”

or, alternatively:  my name is linc, this is bez holmes, and i hope you brought your schnazziest seatbelts ‘cause, oh bud... you’re in for quite the trip.

( timothee chalamet, ghost, he/him & cismale ) is that ( another one bites the dust ) by ( queen ) playing? guess ( killian beelzebub holmes)’s comin’ in hot! heard folks say the ( twenty three ) year old ( local radio host ) was at the thanksgiving fair, ( throwin’ darts at the balloon wall with his buds ) when chaos ensued. during the glitch, ( he was killed by one of his best supernatural pals he was tryin’ to talk down while everyone else was bookin’ it to the woods, but ain’t the faintest clue he’s dead… yikes ).

b a c k g r o u n d    .  .  .

the autumn of 1959 brought the youngest holmes sibling into existence and knocked out their mother in one fell swoop. killian beelzebub holmes was born to mr. holmes and his late wife at precisely 3:33am just before an uncharacteristically frosty dusk.

mrs. holmes chose the name killian long before her second-born ever killed her, so... heh !  joke’s on her !  bez’s pops didn’t have the heart to call him *cough* er, killian, so the family settled for the next best thing so they could still honor his mother’s wishes: beelzebub. except... well. that still was a lil problematic, given the timing of his birth. and callin’ beelzebub on class attendance? not exactly the best look. hence, the nickname bez was born, and he’s been goin’ by it ever since.

bez has an older sister lee and the two are as thick as thieves. growin’ up, they always kept their father on his toes –– wherever the holmes kids go, trouble follows.

mr. holmes served as county sheriff until he was killed by his second wife when bez was 13 and lee was 14. lee went back to art school after the local police department covered up the bear out as a fuckin’ armed robbery gone wrong. lee ‘n bez were sworn to secrecy, but nothin’, not even authoritative men in police badges, can erase the image of stepmonster slashin’ dad to bits and lettin’ him fall face first into a plate of spaghetti.

bez never liked stepmonster to begin with, but killin’ their dad was the kicker. lee returned to art school and bez struggled to keep the peace in the household. the bitch stepped up the loving stepma act until a year later, when she wigged out again ‘n landed him in the hospital for a couple days. after that, lee returned home, ‘n it was officially holmes vs. mama bear.

movin’ out was the dream, but unfortunately, mr. holmes overextended when he bought this nice shiny new house for his new wife ‘n kids; most of his insurance money went to getting the house out from underwater, ‘n the rest went to funeral expenses. so... the kids were kinda stuck with her. still are.

bez never let himself be stupid enough to dream ‘bout leavin’ letum falls. he likes it here. he’s got his people. throughout school, he romped ‘round with the cool kids. hung out with all the supernaturals. in fact, you’d be hard pressed to find bez holmes chillin’ ‘round anyone who’s actually human. contrary to his sister, his father’s death didn’t turn him off from supernaturals –– if anythin’, it made him desperate to prove to himself just what a wildcard stepmonster was.

after high school graduation, bez pestered his way into workin’ at the local radio station. what started as a simple soundboarding gig morphed into hostin’ his very own show, the witchin’ hour, on which he talks about letum falls’ spooky happenings and engages with live callers. he’s got a sleep with me bit –– callers name celebrities, fictional characters, or even existing locals bez has to seduce via song and cheesy pickup lines. basically, the whole show’s a hangout with bez –– more often ‘n not, he’s high as a bird. so the witchin’ hour’s got itself a steady cult of listeners. bez loves every second of it.

he’s got a reputation for bein’ sexually ambiguous. he was outcasted pretty young as bein’ a lil... off? never into sports. liked to paint his nails colors sometimes. borrow lee’s shirts. his dad never raised issue with it, but stepmonster definitely had her reservations. still does. bez holmes is a kid some fathers told their sons to steer clear of. for fear of, bez’ll laugh as he tells ya, spreadin’ it around.

labels are for chumps, he’ll tell ya, mid-cigarette drag. size y’up real good. odds are, if you’re attractive ‘n mysterious in some way, he’ll fuck ya. ( not countin’  six months of abstinence in 1980 when he was convinced everyone he fucked wound up dyin’ two weeks later... there were a string of incidental deaths. but honestly, sometimes ?  he thinks ‘bout it. )

fuckin’ klutz. yeah, he skateboards. yeah, he looks cool doin’ it. yeah, he’ll even wear his shades while he’s doin’ it at night. but surprise him? make him laugh? he’ll trip over his own two feet.

addicted to cinnamon waffles, enough syrup to drown atlantis a second time. he always haunts the local diner. when he’s not there, he’s likely playin’ pinball or skeeball at the local arcade, or slurpin’ down a rootbeer float and annoyin’ the living shit outta earl at the mini mart.

if it’s illegal? sign him up.

he owns a shit ton of thrifted clothes. lots of chunky jackets, v-necks, rings, necklaces. funky pants. he’s recognized around town by his crazy curls. they’re never tame. he’s always lookin’ artfully disheveled. smirkin’. stealin’ looks.

t h e    f a i r     .  .  .

bez was hangin’ out with his supernatural buds ( wanted connections )when all hell broke loose. he was actually makin’ a fool of himself with balloon darts, but he made a ten buck bet he could win a stupid hat.

while everyone else ran, bez tried to talk down one particular friend ( wanted connection ) who was tryna keep themselves from attackin’ him. he got so far as to get ‘em calm, place a hand on their shoulder. lean in to look ‘em in the eye real close. 

“ hey man, hey now. listen. y’don’t gotta do this. killin’ ain’t punk, ‘kay? y’hate blood, hear me? i believe in you, ‘n even though you serve killer looks –– you’re not a killer. ”

even in the face of death, this kid fuckin’ joked around, and... basically this friend slashes his throat and ripped his heart out right after bez managed a hopeful smile. talk ‘bout a magical fuckin’ friendship.

lee and dean hollis took bez’s body with them when they fled the scene.

bez woke up a few days later in the woods near the fairgrounds. he wandered ‘n wandered, almost in a sleep-like trance, ‘til he reached dean’s house. walked in, blinked right at the guy. they exchanged words, albeit bitter ones, before bez left and walked on over to the radio station. did his show like normal, like he’d never even died. no memory of the glitch. no nothin’. 

heads on over to earl’s mini mart like usual. but earl won’t check him out. earl isn’t hearin’ him. so he fuckin’ leaves with a bag of doritos and a big bottle of mountain dew. runs into his boyfriend, xander chapell. all’s fine ‘n well. he’s overjoyed to see the other male. everythin’s normal.

the next mornin’, he slinks home. finds lee cryin’ in her room. pieces it together and thinks it must be dean hollis. must be ‘cause of that asshole.

c u r r e n t l y    .  .  .

ain’t nobody got the heart to tell this poor kid he died. he’s dead. and since he doesn’t know he’s a ghost ?  he thinks wakin’ up near hose weird ass woods, near the fairgrounds ? it’s all a dream. he thinks the worsened insomnia ? ah. that’s just the weather. ‘n when his hand sometimes goes through things ? when people sometimes don’t see him ? some witch is probably havin’ trouble controllin’ their abilities.

stepmomma has a hunch bez’s spirit might be hauntin’ the house. she keeps tryna sage it. tryna figure out what’s gonna help get her stepson to the beyond. ‘cept bez doesn’t know this, and lee’s playin’ damage control.

he’s still so hopelessly in love with xander, but neither of these two goons have actually shared that with one another. it’s all in the looks. the touches. and now... there’s an added bonus that bez is dead –– technically a goner, unless he never resolves whatever’s keepin’ him here. which, y’know. he won’t. ‘cause he’s got no clue.

can he please get a waffle ?  now some of the waitstaff won’t serve him at the diner ! the fuckin’ nerve !  it’s really okay because he’s got duffy ‘n georgia there to help him out. but damn. no one’s ever been this cold ‘cause of his off-color humor before. what’d he do ?  lord knows.

weird shit’s happenin’. people in town are actin’ strange. something’s up. but then again, somethin’ always is. so bez doesn’t mind it. keeps on hummin’ his stupid tunes. carries on with his show. the radio station producers are scared shitless ‘cause like... this dead kid keeps goin’ on the air. what kinda cruel joke is this, huh ?

c u r r e n t     c o n n e c t i o n s  .  .  .

older sister – lee holmes.  the holmes kids are revered and feared. always up to somethin’... tragic, what happened to ‘em, but lordie. that dead sheriff raised some weird kids.

low key love of his life – xander chapelle.  they started dating a few months ago and bez... never... expected... this. he ain’t the feelings type, no sir. but xander lights somethin’ in him. somethin’ new. yeesh. now you’ve got him all fluttery.

chaos crew – maya shen.  partners in crime, in an endless pacman and pinball war. they’ll beat one another’s scores back ‘n forth and back ‘n forth, never ending. bez is fascinated by maya’s family line ‘n all. she’s great to have ‘round, too, when he’s got a hankering for a cig but needs a decent light.

row, row, row your boat the fuck away from me – dean hollis.  dude was pretty cool, ‘til y’know... he fuckin’ dumped his feelin’s on lee and skipped town. yeah, football. yeah, nfl. cool beans, huh? what’d he have to go and fuck with his sister’s heart for? and now that he’s back and lee’s actin’ weird... bez knows he’s the cause of it for sure. and he doesn’t like it one bit.

grew up together – georgia duchannes.  bez, lee, ‘n georgia all grew up peas in a pod. mr. duchannes took over the role as sheriff because he sniffed somethin’ fishy goin’ on in the department and wanted to protect bez ‘n lee. bez gets a real kick outta georgia, ‘n folks even thought he had a crush on her back in the day. which is hilarious. ‘cause everyone ‘n their mother always knew georgia’d end up with vanetten.

the case he’s gonna crack – teejay vanetten.  bez always liked vanetten, thought he was a chill guy, y’know? a lil’ vanilla, but hey. not everyone can be as ace as him. the dude’s always been a lil’ defensive around bez though, ‘cause of georgia. bez thinks it’s funny. plays into it sometimes, just to get a rise outta him. after the glitch, it becomes clear teejay’s goin’ through something not human, so bez is tryna get lee on board to help this guy figure out his shit.

w a n t e d    c o n n e c t i o n s    .

the best supernatural friend who killed him.  bonus points if things get, like. real fuckin’ angsty.

past hookups.  bez has gotten around. guys, gals, non-binary pals. sex is sex.

supernatural kool krew.  this squad has a runs with wolves kinda vibe. bez might be the glue that holds it together. keepin’ up with supernaturals as a human, though? fuckin’ full time job.

avid radio listeners / callers.   i... would love for some routine callers? maybe some peeps he knows from around town who he has ongoin’ banter with on the air?

goofy gays.  all the gay vibes, just... we need a power gay squad mmkay?

enemies.  i’m sure bez is on a lot of people’s shit lists. he speaks his mind. he goes outta his way to be a nuisance. but he’d just find this whole thing abso-fuckin-lutely hilarious.

music jam peeps.  music is a huge part of bez’s everyday life. he listens to bands more than he listens to people. ‘n he dabbles in some musical shit himself. piano, some songwritin’ here ‘n there. nothin’ too major, but it’d be cool to have some pals who also feel as connected to music as him. he does, after all, run a radio show.

post-glitch connections.   dude roams ‘round letum falls a lot now. he did before, too, but maybe there are some people who knew of him but didn’t know him before who’re now startin’ to talk with him? ‘cause they can see he’s a ghost, ‘n they feel bad? i dunno. at this point, bez is startin’ to yammer on ‘n on to whoever’s gonna listen. maybe they just see one another in odd ass places. like earl’s mini mart. or the arcade. or maybe this person’s willin’ to speak to someone for him when they’re doin’ that stupid ass ignorin’ game again.

[ywally-blog]

Title here

     Why am I starting to journal or write again? I heard it’s good for your emotional well-being. There are feelings that I am unable to express or unable to recognize. Sometimes, I don’t have the words to describe them or the comfortability to put them into words. I’m doing this as my brother is blasting Country Music through his cellphone, leaving the door to his bedroom garage open to allow a Sonata of songs of whiskey and pick-up trucks come into my room. I’m here doing this for myself. My bullet journal is open sitting to my right, and my new Google Pixel 3 sitting to my left. It was delivered just several minutes ago. It’s eleven o’clock in the morning, and my desk is facing my window with a printer on enclosed wood box to its left. There area stack of notepads sitting in a back wired basket, which is siting on the printer. On top of the notepads is an iPad, which rightfully belongs to my mom. I’ve been using ever since my iPhone died. I just finished the book Everything that Remains: A Memoir by the Minimalist. 

     My brother keeps to talking to him, knowing I’m listening to drama at his job about Tryactin (however you spell that drug). Tryacitn? Try-actin like a man, he says to me, going on and on about how it’s inappropriate to be making hyper-masculine jokes in his field of worker -- the Fire Department. Why isn’t my desk clock ticking? Oh, no. The battery’s already pushed in. What if I turn the knob. No. Oh, well. Plop. I want to write more often. I’ve inspired by dream to quit running suffering for the corporate ladder and to pursue a career blogging. This blog won’t be blog to help me get there. I have another project in mind, but at least this will be the laboratory to expose myself under the pressures of many other writers and Tumblr users. I didn’t always get good grades in English. 

     I was raised by two Cambodian parents, who like many other Cambodians during the Khmer Rouge, left the country, took refuge in Thailand, and came to American to live a better life. While many Cambodians live comfortable, and some well-off lives, I was born, raised, and educated in Long Beach my entire life. I never lived anywhere else. Anaheim Street, Long Beach, CA is the supposed to epicenter of Cambodian Community. My mother graduated high school and my father didn’t. Both parents worked assembly jobs  before the Great Recession. My mother works an assembly job closer to home, and my father moved to Utah to live with his sister for other reasons other than finding work elsewhere. My parents were separated in 2013 and life became a bit more complicated. I received average test scores and only got great grades for doing the homework. Writing was not my strongest aptitude. When I used to keep my old school work from middle school and high school, I found my thoughts to be incomplete, and my verbiage wrong in some context. 

I remember having teachers, who didn't teach English, during the writing portion of a state exam excused themselves from taking responsibility in helping their student with spelling or sentence construction. Later, it was because teachers were not permitted to assist students in spelling, punctuation, or sentence construction. However, to an eight grader, a twelve year old, it just sounded like an odd sorry excuse. You can’t spell, because you studied mathematics. You can’t do algebra, because your college degree only made you read books and write poems. Later, I learned that college students do this all the time: they sacrifice brain-power to be insufficient in one subject in order to focus on their primary subject of interest. For a public school teacher, this definitely looks bad. Just stick with teachers can’t help you during state exams at all, and perhaps one would not remember them for seeming like a fuss. (Great word choice, Wally!)

     Anyways, writing and reading my strength. I read more in high school, and my essays started to form better in college after some harsh critiques by professors. But, it was not grade A material. Many essays I wrote for any course were not grade A material. Some of papers for my major (Economics) were grade B’s and C’s. And some of them were D’s. Every student at Cal State Long Beach were required to take a written exam to see if they were proficient to produce literary works and essays for higher level courses. I received a pretty good score that was similar to a B grade, I believe. So, here I am, I want to be a constant blogger, and I still can’t get my thoughts down to convey the very ideas needed to be expressed.

    I know reading this may seem awkward for the audience, but it’s best way I can write out my thoughts. I always felt like there is a logic flow that I’m missing in the way I write when compared to other writer’s. However, that’s also how I think. This is the best way I form sentences, thoughts, and ideas and sometimes it just seems awkward when I write, but I don’t know where to begin. How can I fix something that I cannot see. And that’s why I have to practice. If writing a blog as a career is going to work out for me, I hope I’ll be able to gain a small set of readers who can understand me fully.