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[burningfurns]

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[awrldalone]

22nd October 2023, 10.08pm

On the train, going back to Paris. On the 12th of October I wrote down:

"I think I will start writing in fragments. I always try to take some time to myself to quietly unravel my thoughts until my eyes start closing and sleep demands my full attention, but lately I have not been able to. I will cut out small moments of the day – so my words might come off as disjointed. I will cut out small moments of the day – so my words might come off as disjointed. Nevertheless, I will try to keep this diary unified."

And then I didn't. I seem to only be able to write in-between things, in a bubble. No one has placed the weight of responsibility on me besides myself, but I feel it I feel it I feel it, and doing anything besides what I am meant to unleashes my guilt, and my guilt eats up at my soul. 

Then I wrote down:

"My eyes burn. I don't sleep enough, I never do. I have to wake up at six every day except Friday, and I don't get home until seven p.m. or later most days. I spend twelve hours outside at least, and then most days I leave again to go to the gym. Yesterday a man started talking to me on the street. I was walking home, listening to music and trying not to think. It must have been around eleven, and my feet were walking by themselves and I was not paying attention, caught up in my thoughts. I stopped at a red light, and a man stated talking. He was wearing headphones too so I ignored him, I figured he must have been talking to someone on the phone – but he was talking to me. I took out one headphone, then the other, and listened to him. He looked about thirty, with a beard and long dark hair in a bun. He was tall, which scared me. He said he sees me all the time, at the gym. He said he recognized me from one time I walked past him on the street, and another time that he saw me coming from the rotary. There was no one besides us, and he asked me for my instagram, which surprised me. I held his phone with a shaky hand as I typed in my username, but he must not have noticed. I said something about his keyboard being the French one, AZERTY, and we kept walking together and talking. He said we should workout together, or have a coffee sometime. We parted ways." 

He still texts me. I reply dryly, cordially but without giving him a way to reply naturally. It usually work to deter undesired attention, but he keeps coming back. I still have to cross him again, though. Part of me is so scared he will make a scene, he will scream and yell and demand an explanation to my sporadic texting. If I can't even write regularly in my diary, how does he think I'd ever reply on time to him?

I also noted, on my phone:

"Here, the way people get rid of their furniture is quite interesting. They leave it on the street, in front of their house, with a piece of paper taped on it and a number. Chairs, sofas, mattresses, doorframes, mirrors, mostly ruined, stained, with the paint chipped off, take up some place of the sidewalk like an art installation, waiting for the recycling center to come pick them up. I think it is explicatory of the French impulse to reuse, repurpose. French people do not shy away from the used, they let clothes pass from hand to hand, letting objects breathe of new life with a new owner.  I always wonder about those chairs, those chests of drawers. Where in the room did they fit? What other piece of furniture fill up the floor space? With what were they replaced? How were they ruined - who spilled the coffee on the upholstery? Was it a cat that ripped the fabric?  I imagine these rooms, looking at the building behind the object, trying to get a glimpse of an apartment from the windows. Is that a Breuer chair, black and metallic? From my apartment I see two huge living rooms – but there's never anyone in them. Hardwood floors, one of them in a fishtail pattern. A soft sofa, all curves and pillows. Upholstered in flowers that look like dust. A fireplace, used long ago but rarely lit now. What does the furniture hear, every day?"

Can the people across the road see in my small room? Do they see me, before the sun comes up, walking to the shower? Am I a silhouette that comes home at night and turns on the lights, exhausted?

At the beginning of the year, my Droit Privé professor said something I think about often. He told us we have to organize our time properly, that we can do anything if we count the minutes. He said we can decided to live three days in the span of one, consecrating eight hours to sleep, eight hours to university – classes and studying – and eight hours of free time, to play sports, take care of ourselves, our body, to hang out with friends. I wonder what brings people to lie so blatantly. Had he just not said anything, no one would have felt the absence of his words. Everyone might have forgotten about it already, but his speech keeps bugging me. I need my days to be forty eight hours at least.

Last Thursday I spent less than an hour awake in my apartment. I woke up at six, and stayed in bed half asleep until six thirty, and then in thirty minutes I washed myself and dried my hair and let my coffee brew and dressed up. I wore a red sweater, soft and warm, and then I left before seven.

I came back home more than twelve hours later, and I changed into a silk draped neck-line top and a pair of black suit trousers just to throw on my black coat and leave again to catch a bus to the Panthéon. I might have been a bit overdresses for a conference, but lately I have realized that waiting to wear, to do, to use something is just a waste of time. 

The conference was about future job prospects in the art world, but I found all three jobs represented to be so empty. I am terrified of leading an empty life. Perhaps it is the influence of puritanism in me, but jobs like marchand, a mere seller of paintings, fill me up with dread. He said his job consists of drinking coffee all day with his clients, and then at six p.m. he switches to champagne, because otherwise he gets grumpy. I felt my stomach turn.

The other man, a commissaire priseure, seemed much more hard working – but still, I went into the conference knowing I would never dream of such a job and I left unchanged. 

The only woman out of the three was an expert, specifically of Asian art, porcelain and such. I found he much more respectable – but still, her job seems like hell to me. 

We went to a bar afterwards, to talk over a glass of wine. I met a woman, she was 22 and shy, not in her element, but we talk for some time until the wine got to her head and she started laughing at nothing and everything. She works for an auction house, in the fashion department. Her Instagram is full of the clothes they sell, of her wearing them to advertise the sale. She looks like she is playing pretend,

A lot of people look like they are playing pretend. I hope I never do. I hate pretending, being something other than me. 

I went to a vernissage the other week. My friend works in this art gallery and they invited me to the opening. It's in the Marais, hidden in a street not too far from Place de la République, and when I arrived a lot of people had already gathered outside, smoking a cigarette and drinking prosecco from glass flutes. I saw J., who was wearing a blue and gold suit, talking with their partner and a girl I did not recognize. She turned out to be a friend from their childhood; she's a video editor, she said. 

J. gave us a tour of the gallery and handed a glass of wine to the girl and me, as if it was a ticket to the museum. Half of the works were made by a woman who comes from M.'s hometown. It was woven fabrics, either hanging like tapestries of shiny fibers and blue filaments, or draped over some wooden supports to resemble the floor of the ocean, where the waves create ripple patterns on the sand. The other half of the gallery was filled with half-finished paintings about memory, the past, loss. Oil paint and dry crayons. I loved them.

I was left alone with the girl, and sipping on our wine I realized I had never felt this fake. I tried to say what I genuinely thought. I told her I am staying art history, and she said I should analyse one of the pieces, and so I talked and as I talked I never felt that much like a fraud. She replied to what I said with the same tone, pretending she knew what she was talking about. I was uneasy, but I think I hid it well. I felt gross, plastic.

I left earlier than anyone expected, because I had to be home at nine. I had invited T., A, and L. at my place for dinner, and I could not be late to my own house.

When I got out of the metro, T. sent me a text telling me he had arrived. I found him and L. in front of the building door a few minutes later.

The three of them come to university with me, and they're the only people I truly bonded with. There's others I am friendly with, certainly, but the fact they are the first people I invited to my place means something. 

We walked my sixth floors of stairs, and exactly when we got to the top A. called us, saying she was downstairs – so I did it all over again, I went down, opened the doors, greeted her and walked back up. I have gotten used to all these floors.

I made pumpkin risotto, and while I cut the onion and the pumpkin we talked about M., a guy who really, blatantly likes T. I turned on the stove and brought the broth to a boil. I started sautéing the onion, and then I added the pumpkin as we were laughing at something that seemed so compelling. 

We watched the top of the Tour Eiffel shine irregularly, whenever it wanted, and we ended up talking about our parents, our time during lockdown, and by the time we were done the rice had cooked. I did the last step, what in Italian we call mantecare, mixing in some butter and cheese, and I plated up the orange risotto on some bright red plates. I always love cooking for people. I can take care of them in a way I would never do for myself: I can cook multiple courses for someone, and barely season an unevenly cut zucchini for myself.

I was surprised by how good the dish tasted. I did not even follow a real recipe, I just went by heart and let my hands do all the work.

They left late, with the last metro and the last bus of the night, and I did not wash the dirty dishes. I lay in bed and realized I was grateful I had found people I feel at ease with, but again part of me felt like I was pretending.

Talking in French is frustrating, sometimes. The other weekend I cried in the bathrooms of Centre Pompidou while finishing a dissertation I had to turn in the day after. I felt so stupid. Everything takes me twice as long in French – I read slower, I write slower, I feel like I think slower too sometimes.

I am afraid of not managing to come across as myself when I am speaking. I feel one dimensional, stiff. It's harder to be a part of the conversation, to weave myself in and out of the back and forth, to participate in class, or articulate what I think at the lunch table. 

It is frustrating. There are things I could do in an hour in Italian, papers I could write incredibly well in English, that end up taking me three hours at least, leaving me with just a mediocre text. 

Sometimes I feel trapped behind a layer of plexiglass, my voice passing through it fumbled and unclear. The screen fogs up if I scream too loudly, making everything worse.

And so I am scared that my friends don't genuinely like me. It is such a primordial fear, one that comes from elementary school and that I thought I had overcome long ago. But the fear not to be liked ambushes me at any moment. 

It bothers me deeply not to be able to be one hundred per cent myself in French. It's not only an academic problem – I just hate that I cannot joke like I usually would, making the remarks I want to make. It's humiliating, but there is nothing I can do besides keep talking and writing.

-c.

[malicious-spectrum]

This is Furnace!! My new Sonic oc IM SUPER OBSESSED OVER RN

THEYRE SO SAD!!! THEY CANT TOUCJ ANYTHING WITHOUT BURNING IT :(((

AAA I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

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Furnace:

Nicknames: Furn, Fern, 498, Prototype

Age: N/A

Gender: Non-Binary

Pronouns: They/Them

Species: Badnik

Bio: Furnace is a former Eggman Badnik who’s original use was to burn down forests, but defected in order to protect nature. They’re selectively mute, only talking to those they trust or like, but otherwise, they speak through beeping & whirring. They have to wear thick heatproof gloves & shoes to avoid accidentally melting or burning something. This also unfortunately applies to their love of gardening, where they have to be very careful not to damage flowers & crops. The fan on Fern's chest serves to act as a cooling system, as they're constantly hot enough to burn skin.

Mask:

The water lily mask they wear is made of a special glass that won't melt, having some indents on the back to connect to Fern's face.

They wear it as a comfort, being self conscious about being unable to touch almost anything flammable without well, ruining it.

Fern chose a water lilly specifically, because they can't touch them since they re on water. It's one piece of nature they'll never be able to burn, & they're thankful for that.

[nad-zeta]

Hello, hello, hello! I loved your head canons about the warlords' ages and I wonder if you can write head canons of the warlords' profession, not in modern AU but the warlords deciding to go to the future with MC and well, the profession they would have!! Thank you so muuuuuuuuuch. 💕

Hi hi, love! 🌻Thank you sooo much for the ask! This is legit my third time writing this up, the first time I did this, I forgot to save the word file, and the second time my laptop crashed right after I finished writing it😭....... But finally, here it is🌻! I’m so happy you liked my HC, I hope you enjoy this one, and I hope you have a good day! ❤🔥

Headcanon: Warlords and their future jobs 

Nobunaga

I think the second Nobunaga arrives in the future he would become a businessman

He would start off small from your apartment, but within the month he will turn into the biggest corporate leader, having thousands of people working under him

He would spend the first few weeks just chilling in the future with you but soon start to get bored

He would also, low key feel like its wrong for you to be supporting both of you

He does some research on stock trading and then starts playing around with your life savings

Good thing for you, Nobunaga is a clever man, and he manages to triple the money in a week by playing around on the stock market

He uses the income made, to start a small business, which soon starts growing at the speed of light

This man will not be able to work for someone so I can definitely see him being the CEO of his own company

He will be the ruler of the corporate world in no time

It’s pretty funny how in the span of a year he has earned the old name he once carried in the past “Devil king.”

Masamune

This is a no brainer

Obviously he will be a chef

I think he would start off small like finding a job at a local café but then soon take the culinary world by storm

It started off when the two of you went to eat at one of your favourite cafes

He enjoyed the food so much, he couldn’t help but pop into the kitchen to thank the chef (◕‿◕✿)

The kitchen was absolute mayhem and the chef had told him that he was very short-staffed

And that is how Masa got his first future job

He worked in the café for a few months picking up experience and learning to use all the futuristic equipment

From there, he bounced around from place to place learning all sorts of cool culinary techniques

I think at the end of the day he will most likely open his own restaurant

One that specializes in authentic Japanese cuisine

Hell I wouldn’t be surprised if he opened a branch of the restaurant in Nobunagas company

Mitsunari

I can see this cutie angel being a teacher or professor

I think he would be a great academic and educator

I can actually, see this boi being a professor teaching all sorts of subjects from statistics to the art of war ヾ(●ε●)ノ

The first few weeks of being in the future with you, he spends in the library absorbing as much knowledge as possible

One day while he is sitting and reading up on every and any subject, he overhears a group of struggling professors at a nearby table

Apparently they had been trying to solve a certain equation for months now but to no luck (ﾉಠдಠ)ﾉ︵┻━┻

Mitsunari walks up to the group and cheerily asks if he can be of some assistance (◕ᴗ◕✿)

Usually the group would just laugh and chase the random stranger away but desperate times…

They hand Mitsunari the equation and this clever boi takes one look at it and starts writing out the answer

The math professors were sister shook… Like he didn’t even freaken, need a calculator (◯Δ◯∥)

They legit offered him a job as a lecturer and he soon becomes the students’ favourite absent minded professor (◕‿◕✿)

I think he will most definitely also publish a few research papers as well and contribute to the body of knowledge in all sorts of subjects

Ieyasu

Also super easy he will either be a vet or a doctor although I am leaning more towards veterinarian cause of his love for animals

He will most likely join Mitsunari in university, cause he is a super-smart porcupine he will become a certified vet in no time

Also spends the first few weeks of being in the future at the library absorbing as much medical knowledge as possible

He gets the idea of becoming a vet after watching a bunch of animal rescue shows on the national geographic channel 

While you are at work he starts volunteering at an animal rescue during the day to pass the time

That is where he met one of the vets that help out at the rescue in their free time, he legit liked Ieyasu so much he took him on as an apprentice, while Ieyasu was busy completing his studies

Later on he will most likely have his own veterinary practise

I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he starts his own animal rescue on the side as well

Within two years the two of you move to live on a big plot with all yours and Ieyasus rescued pets

Hideyoshi

Hideyoshi could go one of two ways hehe 

If Nobunaga comes to the future with yall then you best be sure this boy is ganna help Nobunaga rule the corporate world

Buuuut if it’s just the two of you, I 100% see him becoming a primary school teacher

Like he would just be so good with kids

He is basically trademarked as mama hen anyways, so why not put him in a primary school to teach lil chics

I think he would be such a good teacher, supportive, kind, and patient

He has enough practise lecturing Nobunaga for bad behaviour, so he might as well put that to good use correcting the behaviours of troublesome kids

He gets into teaching when your sister drops her kid off at your apartment to babysit

You had work, so the only one that could care for the child was, the mother hen himself

He sat and taught the little boy how to read and write, this impressed your sister so much that she recommended him for the position of substitute English teacher at her child’s school

At first Hideyoshi worked as a substitute teacher, but soon he became the designated aftercare teacher and within a few months he was teaching his own class

The children absolutely adored him although they would sneak behind the school building to eat candy cause, they didn’t want to get yet another lecture from Yoshi on the negative health consequences of their favourite sugary treats

Mitsuhide

100% detective (¬‿¬)

I mean can you just imagine how sexy he would look in a trenchcoat… like OMW (づ￣ ³￣)づ

The first few weeks of spending time with you in the future you introduce him to CSI and Law and order and he is super fascinated

You are so amazed by the fact that he can figure out who the perp is 5 minutes into the show

The crime in your neighbourhood was pretty bad, but since Mitsuhide’s arrival something crazy happened 

The crime seemed to disappear. 

Like no more robberies, no more drunks walking up and down the street, just peaceful quiet calm neighbourhood 

One day as the two of you were buying snacks for your CSI bingeing session, two armed men came into the convenience store 

You looked over at your lover who seemed completely unphased, like one of the robbers were legit pointing a gun in his face, yet Mitsuhide looked uninterested

Within a blink of an eye, Mitushide managed to disarm the men and tie them up 

The police were hella impressed with the way Mitsuhide handled things 

He helped the police department solve a few petty crimes in your neighbourhood and soon they started calling him up, to help them crack some difficult cases

After a while he becomes the most famous and popular detective in town

The government low key recruits him as an agent to help them

Kenshin

Again I don’t see Kenshin working for anyone

I think the first few weeks the two of you arrive, bunnies start following him around

Looks like the bunny lord is never safe from the love of the cute fluffy creatures 

The two of you will definitely be living on a bunny farm

Kenshin, although he doesn’t admit it, has a soft spot for the cute fluffy creatures 

So the bunny farm is actually more of a bunny rescue although that’s just his part-time job

As he adapts to the future, I can see the farm transforming into being a bunny and sake farm

Lol Kenshin loves Sake so much 

He knows how good sake should taste, so naturally he starts to make his own and sell it

This starts one day when a friend of yours invites the two of you to a sake tasting

The instructor was so impressed with Kenshin’s keen sense of taste that they got to talking and before Kenshin knew it, he had two people willing to sponsor him, to start his own sake brand

Naturally he never backs down from a challenge

He actually goes on to become the largest Sake producer and bunny rescue

Yukimura

I can legit see this boy doing something active like being a firefighter or gym instructor- cause lets be real this boi is ripped

Or actually maybe both

The first few weeks of being in the future he managed to save 2 peoples lives by fearlessly running in a burning building

The firefighters were legit so impressed they decided to take him on as an intern

He got some of the perks, i.e. free gym membership to stay fit

That’s when he started giving out a few pieces of advice to the people around him

“Like seriously dummy, don’t you even know how to do a proper squat, u legit ganna hurt your back if ya keep doing it like that.”

The members of the gym appreciated his advice so much, some of them started paying him to become their instructor, and soon the gym decided to hire him part-time

Now when Yuki isn't running into burning buildings saving people he is training people in the gym 

Best be sure he is gonna drag you to the gym with him

Shingen

Hehe I’ll admit I’m not too sure what this boi would get up to in the future

I think the first few weeks will be spent with you just adapting and getting to know everything

I think he would continue on with his carpentry

He kinda starts to notice your apartment is furnished in super cheap furniture

You tell him you are just a student in this time and don’t really have money to buy anything fancy

He buys a few cheap pieces of wood and starts furnishing your apartment with the most beautifully crafted furniture

Some of your friends visit the two of you and notice the remarkable craftsmanship and start commissioning him to make them some furniture

After a while he becomes the best carpenter in town

Goes on to open up a shop selling the different furniture he makes

I can see him hiring people in need, and that need a fresh start and then teaching them the trade to be able to make something of themselves

I can also see him volunteering at rescues and fostering bear cubs cause he misses his so much

I hope you enjoyed this dear and thanks again for the ask! ❤❤🔥🌻