#but actually telling me that you love me wouldn't hurt

[suiana]

yandere! best friend who's not really a yandere but actually kinda is if you get what I'm saying. like, like!!!!

he'll say all of thesebout of pocket really weird and REALLY specific stuff that involve loving you but then when it actually comes to doing it he just laughs and says it's all a joke.

"best friend can i eat your ass as we merge our souls to forever be destined as one?"

"is this a joke???"

"obviously 😂☝️ now tell me about jim from work."

this man wouldn't hurt a single person and you know it. bro literally volunteers at homeless shelters and does social work. he loves kids and goes into things with an open mind. he's mindful of his words and would NEVER utter some diabolical line because... why would he???

yet when it comes to you, it's like all stop signs have been brutally removed from the ground and eaten because why is he telling you in DETAIL about how much he wants to live in your walls and watch you sleep??? he's even telling you how you look cute when you're sleepwalking??? you didn't even know you sleep walked???

you can't tell if it's just a #homie thing or what but he gets kinda freaky too and apparently best friends get freaky with each other?? like you two could be in the most BORING situation but all of a sudden you'll feel his hand on your knee, slowly rubbing over where your skin would be. then he'd turn to you with the most bombastic expression, licking his lips before going on with what he was doing before getting his freak up.

"we could get all hot and bothered best friend... just you and me... no one else..."

"BRO we're watching the NEWS"

"so? you're looking extra fine today best friend... mind if i get a taste?"

is he okay?

genuinely?

probably not but he's just your best friend so everything is fine! it's not like he'll ever act on his words... like i said, he's too nice to do that. plus! we all have that one super freaky friend! that... super freaky friend who constantly jokes about... watching you sleep and wanting to merge souls... yeah, the stuff he totally hasn't already done...

"best friend what would you do if i admitted to hiding in your closet while you slept?"

"erm..."

"you look really cute when you sleep, you know."

okay, maybe bro is lowkey kind of fucked up. so what? he's just the weird to your normal. it's fine. he beings drama to your life haha!

and as long as he doesn't commut any one of those heinous acts he constantly yaps and fantasizes about...

[sunflower1experiment]

Poppy (Risks Prequel)

Pt 1

Offering those poppy flowers as a treaty, it was cruel, but he assumed you wouldn’t do anything naive again…but to have them thrown at his face. Well, he was amused honestly, again…he held no grudges.

Flowers? He actually got you flowers, he seemed so proud of himself too, the irony to him being proud of something for once. "Poppy flowers?"

The scientist nods as if to expect your reaction of overjoy with his gestures of affectionate labors, it honestly made the tension in the room heighten while he still held the flowers. After the argument yesterday?

==

"Harley they are just children! They shouldn't be doing adult stuff! Just grab some criminals or people who could be dying- something!"

It made Harley scoff, for you to even suggest that kind of idea all the while they had such an amazing opportunity to create bigger bodies and more toys accessible or simply create life! Naive, very naive. "Elliot Ludwig was able to save his daughter, we should..."

"No, Elliot created Poppy! We don't know if- the accident...You can't hurt them. Please Harley, you already hurt prototype and Theo." He looks back at your pleading gaze, but you didn't understand the bigger picture here. "Everything I do, I'm doing for Playtime."

"No you're not! You only care for fame, money and proving those other scientists wrong." You look away and hug yourself, backing up when he tries to hold your face. "Please listen when I tell you this, my dear."

"What is there to listen to?"

"You simply don't understand, you're too sentimental. They're just orphans-"

"Sawyer- I was an orphan! You all knew that! Elliot hired me so I can work with the children! Not hurt them!" You push him aside after your outburst, walking away with anger boiling inside you.

==

Such outbursts shouldn't happen again, he gently pushes the poppies in your hand. "I'm sorry my dear, I should have considered your feelings through all of this. That is why I'm sending you-"

You move away and drop the flowers, "Don't try to insult my intelligence, what did you do to them."

"Who...." There was an unbearable moment of silence between you two, Harley wanted to believe that you didn't mean them. "Experiment...1322...?"

"NO! Kevin, Jack and Matthew!" You shove him again, now letting angry tears fall down from your already red puffy eyes. "You told me you wouldn't hurt them! I told you! They were just babies! Why are they working with those bastards who laugh at their pain!?"

Harley hugs your shaken form, listening to you sob against his chest, and he understood why Leith said he shouldn't have gotten so attached to you. "You're too emotional for this project....We have to send you back."

"......Why? Because Pierre said so?"

"My dear, you're simply, a threat to...myself and this project." You move from him after he says that.

"You had the audacity to give me these flowers. Knowing you ruined any chance of us ever clicking."

Harley groans then he starts yelling, "What can I do!? Huh? I loved you! Yet your face shows revulsion! You cannot handle the fact that I wish to play scientist for one second-"

"A scientist wouldn't harm others for his selfish needs! If you really love me, you'd stop hurting the children! Stop being such a damn fool!" The man just slams his hand down, you flinch, and he stares you in the eyes afterwards.

"What I'm doing is something your sentimental mind cannot understand...I've entertained your silly emotions long enough, you are dismissed and forbidden from seeing the children and the bigger toys... I know what you say to them. 'Stay brave' 'Stay strong' 'Don't let revenge be your only way to push forward' or my favorite 'You deserve better'. Do you think I enjoy being cruel?"

At first, you didn't answer his question, yet when he got close and caressed your cheek. His eyes meet yours and he could see the fear in your eyes, the anger that follows after and then the utter despair. "Of course you do, I love you, but you do not hold such regards because you think I'm cruel."

When the discussion ends, you left in silence. Stella walks over and tries to reach out, you simply pull your hand away when she does, not wanting to spare her a glance. "When things go to hell, I won't be here to clean his mess or comfort him.."

CW, slight NSFW// Minors do not interact.

Naked bodies, kissing, small forms of affection, arguments and slight signs of emotional abuse

(It's how I depict Harley Sawyer, he seems like the one who desires affirmation and gratification but will deny such affections when he feels he failed, knows he failed or can sense disappointment from others)

All those years you both spent together, when you first met it was of course a form a normalcy, curt talks, exchanging ideas and then experimenting on ways to help the toys become more marketable.

Then he made the first move and got declined, it was a simple decline that didn't affect him at first but then he asked again when you both became more comfortable. That was about five months later, you accepted. Then explained to him your reasoning for declining him, "I wasn't really sure what dynamic we had so I wasn't planning on risking our jobs."

You get it, and he was well enthralled with the idea of having a better half so you both hit it off well, chattering, talking about dreams. Sometimes you both would spend time over each other's homes, he lived in a nice house, it was obvious he really caters to his work in his spare time.

Meanwhile you enjoyed your comfortable apartment life, housing isn't cheap and at the moment you were comfortable with a couch, two bedrooms, a bathroom and a kitchen lounge room with a tv. Harley didn't mind either, in fact he ended up spending the night.

He was, simply enamored with you, your touches, his hands intertwining with yours the way you'd lean into his touch. Even when all you both did was admire each other's bodies, there was something about it from Harley that made you feel special.

When you made breakfast, he'd hug you with his tall frame looming over your frame even if you both were tall or if you were short, he was somehow finding a way to hug you by the waist. He kisses your cheek, jaw and then neck before leaning on you, it was comfortable.

While at work you both barely showed affection, he did find random ways to be caring, covering the corners of desks for example. Then you'd return the favor by grabbing him coffee, his favorite being a cappuccino latte with cream and brown sugar. Simple work partner stuff, but he had an ego, showing off his works, you'd nod in approval and then show him ways to do better.

While his ego was there, he still listened to you, but you'd tell him to take credit for it because you knew he could repay you later. A single chaste kiss on the lips or more if he was really thankful, it honestly bemused you how this so called "doctor" scientist was so fascinated by anatomy when it came to intimacy.

"Explain this to me, I recently tried to handle prototype, but he simply wouldn't cooperate. So I gave him a shock." Harley watches you freeze, ".....Harley you bought him to life, you...it's amazing but you cannot just hurt him for not bending to your will."

Harley scowls at your warning, "Spare me the sentiments, the prototype is nothing but a machine experiment."

You grab the file and leave to go see this prototype. "I'll talk to him"

When you opened the door and spoke with the prototype you at first thought it'd be terrifying but...this creature was simply scared and confused. Smart too, your gentle voice eased its weary hand. Then you point to the glass, it taps to signal its knowing knowledge of the see through glass. "I'll try to tell him to stop with the electrocution, okay?"

"dO nOt wOrRy mX- you simply want to help your= lOveR coRrect?"

You nod slowly, blinking in shock. "How did you..."

"yOuR eyes dilated when i uSeD h1s vO1ce."

Manipulative, just like Harley in a strange way...

When you leave the room, Harley was leaning against the wall. He then left in silence, "Harley...." You reach but he moves away, "Come on, you know I love your work-"

"Yet you hate how I handle it right?"

you sigh, of course Sawyer is offended. "No, I simply want you to not be cruel to them. You can depict what I mean however you want, you'll just hurt your own feelings that way."

He scoffs out a chuckle, "Of course, to think I actually let my guard down." You pause then hold his hand.

"Hey...." Harly pauses, not looking back to hide his knowing smirk before he turns with a tired sad gaze. "I'm sorry, you can visit mine and we can have some comfort food okay...?"

He nods then caresses your face, "Thanks for taking the risk for me hun, I'm sorry if I upset you.." he nods again, accepting your apology. When it should be him apologizing to you!

[that-hazbin]

Omg omg omg your last post, the one about Charlie fucking up a spell and all the hotel residents disappearing amd the Al going crazy, is just *chef's kiss* already. I love me some radio demon angst, especially when he is forced to show he cares.

BUT BUT BUT HEAR ME OUT. What if this was combined with the Blackout AU? And now Alastor thinks what if he did something and doesn't remember it? What if everyone is gone and it's HIS fault? What if he hurt them? Idk, it just adds another level of angst, I think, to have Alastor not only unable to find any of them and also be hit with the realization that he cares so suddenly AND also think he might've caused it and just... feel so much self-loathing.

(Bonus points this is also how the residents find out about the blackouts. Or at least they start suspecting that there is more to Al than he lets on, not just about ghe fact that he cares. He starts talking to himself in a fit of panic and is like "Why did you have to this again?! You ruined it again!" and they'd be like wtf is he talking about and after they figure it out and they go back to normal and manage to calm Alastor down they're like "uhh, heyyyy btw what did you mean when you said this and that??" and Alastor is like "👁👄👁 Aha- I should retreat to my room now, it's been a long day after all, anyway, ta-ta people!" and just melts into the shadows. But now everyone knows that there is DEFFINETLY something going on with The Radion Demon that he doesn't want to tell them)

(Also another thing, what role would Vox play in this fic? I assume he saw them all disappear with his drone. Would he try and attack the hotel? Or stay out of it?)

Thanks you for reading my ask! Love your hcs and your AUs and just your whole characterization of Al!🫶🫶🫶

I'm not entirely sure Alastor would be able to even FUNCTION if this were combined with the blackout au, mostly because the stress of them disappearing would 100% send him into a blackout. A nonviolent one, where he runs and hides under his bed. Because feral unconscious Alastor is feeling very scared out of nowhere and thinks hiding will equal safe, which "deals with the problem."

It would take a WHILE for him to remain conscious enough to properly panic about the situation and actually start theorizing as to what had happened.

Personally, I want to separate the two AUs because it feels like there would be TOO MUCH going on and I wouldn't be able to dedicate a lot of time and thought into each individual aspects of that sort of fic.

Either way, there's definitely going to be questions after the cast gets out of the "ghost" situation. Because Alastor, under the belief that he is alone, is DEFINITELY going to let slip a LOT of things that he never would have otherwise.

His "rivalry" with Vox, for example, could be one of them. In this AU, Vox doesn't realize he captured something important until later when it becomes evident that the royal family is missing. Lucifer is capable of teleporting, after all.

However, Alastor's mental stability is very visibly deteriorating, and he's frantically running around the Pride ring asking about the residents of the hotel. He's basically making a public spectacle of himself in his desperation, and Vox doesn't need to be a genius to put the pieces together, especially when some other members of demon nobility start poking their noses around.

Vox is quite literally the LAST person to have seen the royal family. And he caught their disappearance on camera. He doesn't care about the hotel, but he DOES care about fucking with Alastor, so while he won't attack the hotel, he WILL be releasing that video to the masses. Possibly while Alastor is out in public, where his reaction can be seen by everyone nearby.

And oh, it will not be a good reaction.

Vox is deliberately trying to wear down Alastor psychologically, and he's going to wait until Alastor's hit absolute rock bottom before planning his attack. He just needs to be patient.

[theloveoffootball10]

ғᴏᴏʟɪsʜ - ʟᴀɴᴅᴏ ɴᴏʀʀɪs

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ʟᴀɴᴅᴏ ɴᴏʀʀɪs x ᴏᴄ Something a little bit different from me tonight. A very old one shot reimagined as a Lando fic because I can’t help myself.

ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ

Five years ago when Lando Norris asked me to be his girlfriend, I was the happiest I've ever been we may have been young but we were in love. I never thought one person could make me feel like I was on cloud nine everyday the way he did. I had the life so many dream about; the most loving boyfriend, amazing friends, the nice house, the nice car, the luxury holidays. I had it all. It sounds perfect doesn't it? Don't get me wrong it's an amazing lifestyle until the person you love more than anything in the world cheats on you. Not just once but regularly. That's when none of that stuff matters anymore it becomes a world of anxiety, doubt and worry. Where is he? Who is he with? Will he come home tonight? This is the life I'm living now as Lando Norris's fiancée. 

"Where've you been?" I ask Lando casually as he strolls into the bedroom of our Monaco apartment. Deep down I know where he's been and truthfully it makes me feel sick but I don't actually want to hear the words come from his mouth. In my head it will be more devastating to actually hear him say what I know has been going on behind my back for months now rather than acting oblivious.

"Just out with some friends, you should come next time" Lando says as he starts getting ready for bed. I don't understand how he's so blasé and how he can act like he's doing nothing wrong.

"That would be interesting wouldn't it" I mumble to myself as I turn the TV off and pull the duvet over myself, cocooning myself in.

"What was that?" Lando asks as he stands in the doorway of our en-suite.

"I said maybe one day. Night Lando" I say turning my bedside lamp off to put an end to our conversation. Hearing the bathroom door close I finally let the tears roll down my cheeks. This seems to have became a more regular thing lately. Lando comes home late with no explanation and I cry myself to sleep. Thinking about our relationship I question how things have got this bad between us. How have we allowed things to get this bad?

"You cried yourself to sleep again last night didn't you?" My best friend Sarah says the next day as I sit in her kitchen.

"What makes you say that?" I don't even know why I'm trying to deny it. It's obvious when you look at me and sadly she's been through this with me so many times she knows the signs.

"Your eyes are red and puffy. The bags under your eyes are something else and your mood tells me that you're beating yourself up. Why do you let him do this to you Taylor?" Sarah says not even needing to ask what's going on.

"I love him Sarah. I haven't actually asked him about anything yet but it's the same signs as the last four times" saying things out loud makes me realise what I'm actually letting Lando do to me.

"Taylor get some self respect! This might sound harsh but I can't watch Lando hurt you any more. He's cheated on you multiple times! You know about four girls he's admitted to but let’s be honest there's probably a hell of a lot more and every time you keep running back to him. You throw him out for a few weeks maybe two months at the most and he begs enough and promises to never do it again and you take him back because you miss having him around! No one deserves to be treated the way he's treating you" listening to Sarah I know she's right but I can't physically admit that my relationship with Lando has ran its course. It's destroying me mentally. 

"It's not all bad though and I know he does love me" I'm aware I sound pathetic but I truthfully believe that Lando does still love me. We’ve been together for so long now, he’s the only one I think about when I think about forever.

"This isn't how you treat someone you love. Look I'm not going to say anymore because you know I have a strong opinion on this and we don't agree so rather than this ending in an argument I'm going to stop talking. I've told you what I think but sadly I can't make any decisions for you. If I could he'd have been binned off a long time ago" I know everyone who knows me would be happy if I left Lando for good but I can't, I don't want to be alone. I can't picture a life without him in it. I feel like I've put so much time and effort into our relationship to throw it away.

sᴏ ɪ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴs ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ

"Will you come in with me? I know exactly what I'll be going in there to and I'm not prepared for that" I say as we pull into the garage at mine and Lando’s apartment and I see the strange car in one of our parking bays.

"Taylor this is so wrong. We've been away for a hen weekend and now you're worried to even go in your own home because you know your dick of a boyfriend has most likely cheated on you, again. However I can see how anxious you are so I will come with you but I'm telling you now I'm not being held responsible for my actions if he has got a girl in there" getting out of the car with Sarah I'm terrified. I know Lando has cheated on me probably too many times to count but I've never actually caught him with another girl let alone with another girl in our home.

"Lando?" I say walking into the kitchen not seeing Lando anywhere. This just confirms to me that he's still in our bed with a slut. Yes I'm going to call her a slut even though I don't know her. Mine and Lando’s relationship has been in the public eye for as long as I remember and there's photos around the house of us together. There's no way she can't know about me. Walking into our bedroom I feel sick. Lando is still sleeping with the fake red headed slut next to him and I feel like I can't breathe.

"You don't deserve this Taylor. What are you going to do?"

"I don't know anymore Sarah. I could always block it out when I didn't see anything but how will I get this image out of my head? She's in my bed" I say. I'm angry and I'm shaking but I don't know how to act.

"Not for much longer she won't be" Sarah says walking over to the bedside table where she grabs the bottle of water that is sat there. Before I know it she's pouring water over Lando and whoever that is in my bed "get up now, both of you" I don't think I've ever heard Sarah so angry in the whole time I've known her.

"What the fuck are you doing? You absolute psycho!" Lando shouts as he jumps out of bed.

"How could you?" I say when Lando looks at me actually realising I'm there and not just Sarah. I'm scarily calm and I'm even scaring myself. I don't even shout, I haven't got it in me to raise my voice.

"Taylor babe this meant nothing" always the same speech. It never meant anything when Lando tries to justify his actions.

"Don't you think you better leave?" I say looking at the girl in my bed "I don't care who the fuck you are but get the fuck out of my bed and get the fuck out of my house. Now!" Seeing the look on Sarah’s face I know she never expected that tone to come from me, hell I didn't even expect it.

I don't take my eyes of the red head as she climbs out of bed gathering her clothes, within minutes I hear her leave the house. That's when I let the tears flow free and Lando gets the brunt of my anger. Next thing I know I'm throwing things at him, I'm hitting his chest and I can't stop the tears.

"Why would you do this to me!"

"I'm sorry! It was a mistake. She didn't mean anything to me. Taylor she's nothing compared to you" Lando says trying to pull me into his arms but I resit and pull back.

"Don't touch me!" I scream at Lando not wanting to be anywhere near him.

"You disgust me Norris! You've got the most amazing girl and you treat her like this! You don't deserve her! She should've left you the first time she found out you cheated" Sarah shouts at Lando and I know she’s right. I should have left years ago.

"Keep out of this Sarah! This is between me and Taylor! Why are you even here?"

"Because your fiancée was too scared to come into her own home by herself because she knew you'd have a slut here! Look what you're doing to her! You're destroying her piece by piece!" Sarah has so much built up anger towards Lando I can see this exploding as both of them raise their voices at each other.

"Stop it! Stop it now! Both of you!" I scream nearly hysterical looking between my fiancée and best friend "I know you don't like each other but stop! Sarah will you give us a minute please?" I say knowing I need to speak to Lando alone.

"I'll be in the kitchen" Sarah says giving Lando daggers as she leaves the bedroom.

"Tay..." Lando starts but I cut him off.

"Don't bother Lando. I don't want to hear it. From my perspective you have no excuse for any of this. We were supposed to get married! Christ it's not like you don't get sex from me because you do! I could understand a little bit more if that was the case! I want you to leave" I say determined this will be the last time.

"Taylor please don't. I love you"

"This isn't how you treat someone you love Lando. Just go please. Stay with a friend, stay with your family, stay with one of the sluts you've been shagging behind my back I don't care anymore. All I know is that I want you to pack a bag and leave. There never will be a wedding" I say throwing my engagement ring on the bed before walking out of the bedroom not giving Lando the chance to respond. This is the final straw I can't go through this anymore. After five years I need to plan a life without Lando Norris by my side.

[catboygirljoker]

in a recent ask game i got a question about something xigbar has done that i cant get over. well. this is my answer.

[Video ID: A cutscene from 358/2 Days for DS, with high-resolution models. Roxas unsummons his keyblade and says, "Mission accomplished. Xigbar looks up and says, "Or is it?" Roxas says "Huh? Oh, come on, quit playing ar—" Xigbar shoves Roxas away, then jumps out of frame to avoid an attack by an off-screen Heartless. Roxas says, "Whoa!" end ID.]

this one moment is so important to how i think about Xigbar's characterization, in this game, in every game, that i feel the need to. write an entire essay about it lmao

The context here is that Roxas is sent to rendezvous with Xigbar in Halloweentown to destroy a giant Heartless. Just before a fight with a distinctly medium-sized Heartless, Roxas says, "Looks giant enough to me!" and Xigbar laughs and says, "Right. Just keep your head on straight." This cutscene immediately follows that.

After the actual boss fight, Roxas is mad that Xigbar let him think the other Heartless was their target, and Xigbar's like "well you learned a valuable lesson, and I did tell you to keep your head on straight." So there's the moral of the story. Roxas nearly got hurt because he jumped to conclusions and let his guard down.

But if that was the point...why did Xigbar shove Roxas out of the way of the attack, evidently narrowly avoiding getting hit himself? If the story of the mission was Roxas learning this lesson, wouldn't it be scarier and more dramatic if he'd gotten hurt? If Xigbar wanted to show Roxas some tough love, wouldnt he have let Roxas get hurt? What is the game trying to communicate about Xigbar in this scene?

It's not that it'd be tonally inappropriate; the game is absolutely willing to have other characters directly hurt Roxas in order to teach him things. In Lexaeus's mission, when he teaches Roxas about Limit Breaks, he seriously hurts Roxas to get his health low enough to use a Limit Break. At the end of that mission, Lexaeus tells Roxas that the only person he can trust is himself—I think implying that this was another thing he was trying to teach Roxas when he hurt him. Not to mention the several characters who arguably treat Roxas worse. The game doesn't pull its punches when it comes to characters being cruel to him.

It's not like it'd be out of character for Xigbar to stand by and watch, either! Obviously in the broad scope of his character throughout the series, and also in this game specifically. Earlier in the story, he absolutely knows that Axel is going to survive his mission at Castle Oblivion—both from how he talks about it and from his secret reports. When Roxas assumes Axel is dead, Xigbar reminds him once or twice not to jump to conclusions, but after that, not only does he let Roxas believe that Axel is dead, he makes fun of Roxas for it—he tells him it doesn't matter if people died, says things are quieter with fewer people around. He's certainly willing to let Roxas get hurt.

I guess you could argue that maybe Xigbar needs Roxas alive for The Plan, either Xehanort's or the MoM's, but...this mission occurs less than a month before Xemnas says that it doesn't matter whether Roxas or Xion lives. Roxas isn't Ventus; he isn't himself a necessary part of the MoM's plan. He's also not Sora, and in fact him dying would probably just wake up Sora sooner. It doesn't seem like there'd be a pragmatic reason for Xigbar to risk his hide to save Roxas's.

So we're just left with this...thing. This one moment where Xigbar puts himself in direct danger to keep Roxas from getting hurt by his own dumbassery, for seemingly no reason. There are other little moments in this game that can be read as sincere attempts at support or encouragement of Roxas or Xion, but a lot of the time he comes across as, like, condescendingly overfamiliar, more annoying than genuinely supportive. There is no other moment that reads this much like an act of altruism and just an act of altruism.

The people who made this game made an intentional choice here. And I think a lot about what the scene might be meant to communicate.

...And then in BbS and 3 he goes back to seeming like a complete fucking jackass. But considering what we learn about Luxu later in the series—about his motivations, what he used to be like, what he's been through—I don't think this is an isolated out-of-character incident. It's just like...this one short glimpse through a crack in the facade, a hint that there is a lot more depth to him than we realize. What's in there, old man!!

ugghghgh his characterization in this game is so fascinating to me. getting to see him in a completely different context. the only time we see him interact with a teenager who he's allied with outside of Days is in 3. and that also occupies my brain day and night.

another very specific, intentional moment. the camera brings attention to it. what does it mean what does it all mean.....................

anyway. evil little league coach. my mind it swirls and spins.

[saoirseyun]

— .ᐟ ౨ৎ . . . 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞! 002

𝖲𝖸𝖭𝖮𝖯𝖲𝖨𝖲 — you were prepared, to say less. becoming newlyweds to a distinguished noble named Osamu Dazai... Yet who knew it'd be this difficult alone needing to finalize and insure responsibility right from the get go?

𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖭𝖳 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦 — unreliable narrator, actually no one is reliable in this fic, there are more questions than answers, nlh-esque end monologues, british english usage (i forgot to change keyboards), historical inaccuracies, rash judgement, sexism-ish?, some word vomits, dazai being weird and vague, please tell me if I missed anything!

𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱'𝖲 𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖤 — once again, so sorry for the long wait!!! a couple of issues popped up here and there which is why this took so long to write & finish. I apologize there's any errors!

𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖣 𝖢𝖮𝖴𝖭𝖳 — 4.1k words, proofread

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Japanese terminology; kotatsu - Japanese 'heating' table shūgen - Traditional Japanese wedding

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐘

The grooming sunrise sparks the horizon in its youth and began highlights of warmth, soothing... Canvas through the open scene and fallen comfort in amidst of everything that awaits you beyond the safety and silken textures and exquisite drawn cushions of a shared bed with Dazai, allures the weak body flat to sink in the bed... The cruelest harshest temptations that is reminiscent of your years being a shinzō. Honest for life begets a wishful longing to once again become those bygone days... Maybe companied with Dazai Osamu in imagine where a love—in a sense that is full and developed... There wouldn't be such hesitation as to now—or if... Otherwise, better thought; he waited. No, no. Seems the less likely too. You've caught close glimpse of that man and the acts he pulled upon seconds after invitation to his exquisite room. It doesn't hurt anyone, however, no harm to think. A move that stirs to form in light of having felt a touch of skin-to-skin and sense closure in romance and affection. You open your eyes to behold Dazai's smirk and come to realize his fingers rake your strands of hair in await for you to finally muster enough energy to snap from sleep. Lie between both his arms in bed—now since when had this been decided? It's distinctively clear on the back of your head you went out in search of the guestroom. Perhaps it's couple's perks, who knows, it's the first time for ever you've been married to such luxury... Or it is natural, you're only the more ignorant. Let's put things in perspective, you don't know anything to start with. Albeit places to point your secondary fears for the engagement with this supposed man... "...Good morning, Jun'ai." But the chronic absorb in your limbs and soreness in the lids of those poor eyes from wake, Dazai notices in surprise. "...Still tired? I don't blame you." The man undone a piece of his kimono a slight second to wrap bandages from the chest up until it reaches Dazai's neck. Applies the same on his arms. Untellable right now but never once you saw scars or wounds of some kind of Dazai last night. Shutter of those eyes in similarly of a crane's feathers spread flight, left to no time thinking when observed the guy to prepare his schedule for the day.

"...Jun'ai-chan?" He takes the moment and turn a shoulder to your exhausted body lie aimless on the featherlight blankets and sheets. By some miracle you do manage to open your eyes yet again for Dazai as he calls out for your name in an inexplicable reason. "Will you come with me later to converse about our matrimony details?" A reluctant nod was forced out of you and Dazai appreciates the sluggish bit of effort in asserting and answer. Who knew songs of poetry would not only tire the vocal chords but the mind and body too... "In case I still have not been able to, let me tell you how loveable of a woman you are—Jun'ai." It's the way he laze those fingers intent to the soft skins and pleasure of kept affection and embrace lures you in return of comfort, safety. Polarize the love spent hidden in a mere glint of contact of another beloved's skin press against yours—in this case, him.

Taken much of potential to spend more time in bed as you stare at Dazai leave the shared space. A sigh out of those lungs, he wasn't bad in any means—you knew—it's of how strange Dazai Osamu can act by occasion, it's ridiculous, or the inexperience of genuine love is speaking. Overall a well intent man. You toss and turn and decides to further contemplate of your satisfaction in the place. Not convinced yet so in case of anything Ōnami still has the structure hit your back at the faulty.

〝It beckons you to think even during sleep, however. The bliss—mindless, akin to the shared moment of your most favorites of things, of your most favorites of many other things stacked on top and so on forth. Only to uncover the affections lost as a mere manipulative love to bomb upon unsuspectingly... Were perhaps those favorite things do mean something beyond being preference?〟

An hour half sharp passes. A short nap visits you all the while wasted to overthink.

Hence waking in a second and able to this time take on the challenge of your day. After pouring yourself a fresh glass from last night that now tastes room temperatured of mild disgust in warm and cool breeze. Legs hang from the bed covers before an elegant stands to your feets. Must one always remain gorgeous even going through a ruckus sleep. It seems to be approximately 9:00 am. Whatever does feel like 9‘o clock... It might've been midday but oh well. Dazai Osamu indubitably had high relevance of workload to do anyways besides on that. Is what everyone would have, logically—thus most initially hoped! He didn't excuse to sample... Where was he heading. It isn't your problem to dwell nor shan't it be—Dazai has requested of you to 'join him later' with Dazai Masako more. Better... Leap forth on start.

Begins by you and those fingers ran through the unkempt hair which pops away from the scalp, what a dreading nightmare in itself to face... Regardless the joked fears takes your own step to the vanity and brush. Ah, a second thought—which one is supposedly yours...? The staff must've been considerate enough to unpack and organise your own items in a sustainable and efficient manner around the shared room.

With two to compare and oh lord have mercy upon thee how many things does Dazai Osamu truly have—it'll be a moment.

...Nevermind! You noticed a ruined spot on one, not as sudden and beautiful crack in metaphor of age. Perhaps you're actually a mess when it comes to handling personal belongings. Either what was the case, you've fixated towards combing your hair and start the soon melting day. Good point, however! What shall you unravel? Attend the vocal point of that kind hearted sister Masako, follow after Dazai Osamu, or explore the mansion grounds first? A sigh to your heart as you've taken a liking to wearing a separate kimono from the ones you used for nightly affairs. "This should be a fine fit." Is what one would mutter just seeing its elegant and wonderful patterns and subtle feelings of colors. You fold the fabrics into one and another—a single side for side as you eventually come to tie the belt.

The design does seem akin to Dazai Osamu's. Not too obvious, vague. A niche design choice. How can something like that happen?

You urge your legs out of the bedroom and into the same spot where you've enter in hopes to find them there. Sure enough, Masako and Osamu sat front numb near the kotatsu. In wait for your arrival—the two siblings seem to banter a little on the latest state of their duties. "Jun'ai~ Here now, my belladonna." Dazai cuts the conversation in an instant when you walked in. "Right on the exact second! We were about to discuss our marriage conditions and final statements." Dazai says. He escorts your hand next to his, sitting close together. You hope a tad bit that the two didn't wait that long—that either they've only started about a while ago, let's say 20 minutes. Masako nods, seems to approve the looking pair of you and her younger brother—safe to say a cute couple. "Very well. Then... I'm sure as a soon-to-be wife of his, you are indeed expected to carry on forward alongside Osamu's own duties, am I not wrong?" Masako watches as you smile gentle in confirm, the confident face Dazai made intensify. He held that wrist of yours tight, caress across a finger and Dazai being content. What a lovestruck fool.

"Good. I've figured to at least given half of what was originally at hand, you see. A partner of a noble shall be honest—and willing to assist their beloved in the sake of this household. I know that it can be difficult, yes? Consider this for a size: Osamu must help you with the basics until you can safely say you understand."

Not bad! You smirk slight at the thought, cover the devious glint with the long butterfly-like sleeve of your elegant kimono. Besides... This Dazai Osamu is reluctant too anyways, right? He is your husband, after all, he'd be a horrible one at that if not. Not to mention a potential disgrace coming from the family.

"Isn't that lovely? It'd be exciting too, don't you think? In my personal opinion, at the least." But you nod in sync aftermath of Dazai speaking his mind. "No, no. I'm as certain that I have the same feeling." Well, who wouldn't, after all? In some other life you're probably forced to figure things out by yourself. Isn't that quite a nightmare? Masako gleams in delight to the small reciprocated banter of two cherished people—even when the arrangement wasn't so natural. Let's... Be honest. "Both of the pair seems utmost pleased! Feel open to begin the session anytime if you will, only report to me until nightfall."

Dazai and you exchanged a blunt chuckle to mischief over Masako's remarks, right until papers then present before the two of you in a slide of two of Masako's mere fingers with initials and requirements of sure about the wedding. Furthermore, the more you look, the more it seems to resemble contracts...

"May I orientate the following: statements and policies that will take effect soon after the ceremony has been communed. Any questions?"

Skim reading. It appears to topic about the House of Peers, long story short to cut chase—received status in nobility and legalization of the event in itself. Excuse you? Why is that mentioned only the second paragraph in? Is something as marrying off to relations a promiscuous woman so looked down upon by social means, standards? It's unheard... Consider the other times courtesans were sold out your brothel to marry. Second speaking, it seems more the sensible. "...It mentions about legality, is it a crime to engage a sex worker?" You weren't familiar too much with the country's law... Masako shakes her head, put worries to arrest.

"It is, howeverexcept not allowed in our cases for clan nobles marry the weak and unfortunate, those at the bottom... It's a bad picture painted. So do us a favour and upheld this family code's honor and discipline during the wedding."

"Right. Memorize daily mundane routines to maintain duty and order in the household alongside avoid potential rumors spread, what I'm getting. How will it be...?"

"The wedding is private." Dazai so casually adds without effort, spontaneous to then and there say. Fixate the loose sleeve of his own clothing of kimono tightly again. A revealed wrist of his own hand buried in bandages, that's too much for a virgin noble's liking. "On top of that, it's no suspicion. We'll play off as the stereotypical tradition to present family members instead. And... You'll configure to stay at the mansion always, no matter what."

Shūgen which refers to the classic in brought together liveliness in one's house by the lovers families. Come in as one in one to celebrate the special occasion of a new embark generation fills prosperity.

He was right on the trail, yes. No one would be of suspect anyway if such thing exists since the Edo period and later ancient times of Japan. To think the westernisation version will so come as the case but this is the safest betting. As... "Societal expectations to see the best versions of its leaders..." You murmur quiet, Dazai leans in to the nook of your own shoulder—to pick up your brief and casual almost words for this certain meeting, bold. "...Disrupting, is it not? I hate men in our lives who do. But it is also men instinct to hope what is potentially great for both sides to flourish peace and what is remains right until its end. Your kind are different, I don't presume they're human... Neither is you." Strikes a nerve in your veins for a second upon heard, tense sharp eyes as you prompted to lean to your own side to the left. Ignore that noble's face, what an odd comment... Compared to his lovey-dovey gestures and remarks much you were soon getting used to. Dazai Osamu who flares a kind grin—drawled fake and oblivious to his own tongue. "Though worry not much of your little head, wife."

"Please, my dearly beloved Jun'ai, go on ahead without me. I'll handle care with the rest of these papers."

Possibly wanting you to relax first for a while... Before he could. None addressed the line about humanity, the system... What's all that about? Your head stubborn to bicker while persuaded to stand and leave the few more apers unchecked, thus, more uncertain instructions...

To that you may leave the room and once again enter the halls, pick up the sight of more maidens and menservants alike alinged prestige in a rush with all sorts of assets in their grasp. Just so then, must you encounter another—an established, refined elder man who might as well look about six or so years more than you? The house crest of Dazai imprints to his own stylish fabrics, the gentleman bows in apology. "...On behalf of my father, please obey mercy for such my faults on clashing."

Appears just the same as Dazai Osamu, but a softer and gentle appeal to his face ratio and a lot more restrained in a way you can't put it to words... The older brother, Dazai Setsujoku. As he so introduces himself. "You must be my younger brother's lady-in-waiting, am I correct?" He offers a smile, arms placed behind the back and a proper, formal bow presents.

It's off-putting how kind he is. Akin to his sister, is your husband the only one who acts as such like that yesterday midday? Blasphemous, if you didn't knew better he's probably an entertainer.

Now, now, let's not make fun of your man once more again. It's temptation.

"Yes, indeed. Indeed that I am, Setsujoku-dono" And yet he dismiss such status referral from you. "Please. We'll be family, no? Refer to me by my first without such status difference..." Setsujoku assures without placing worry in your senses. Odd, his sister Dazai Masako nor Dazai Osamu didn't do the same. You won't complain to him, after all, tradition to wait the least of three nights for lovebirds to call by each other's birth names. How romantic. For Masako, you wouldn't dare. "Right. I haven't introduced to you my name... Jun'ai shall it be, then."

"Ah—but that is the false name you'd come to use back in the brothel, yes? What is exactly your first name, if you do not exactly mind me wondering about." Persistent, that's one thing for sure to describe about this peculiar man. Setsujoku spoke in levels of courtesy and respect, it's not to be bothered of, surely? You muster the courage and whisper him your full name, sparkles in his eyes tell of appreciation and bonded trust as soon-to-be in-law relatives. Setsujoku smiles so sweet and darling. Charm of an elder adult, "What a lovely name. [L/N]-san." You snort down a single horrific scoff to the nobleman's words. "Now who's using the honorifics...?" Folded arms from each side of your body, you inquire playful and harmless joking. "Touché." Is when the moment the older brother hid away the mouth with a sleeve of his rich, textured kimono of class and laugh beneath shame and judgement. It's an odd gesture.

Setsujoku offers a second or so... Uncounted smile in condolences. Whatever his intent be. "I assume you'd want to discuss further about the agreement of engagement with my incompetent brother. For now, you may make yourself feel at home in our house. You have my word." Humbly can all you do to turn the offer in a stead rush. "My apologies. I still must have myself to prepare later afternoon." It's an odd way for you to say it to such intriguing style but Setsujoku didn't mind. "Right. Next time, do keep mind not being so tense, we're family." And this he turns back to face you and does an interesting gesture. Cross an arm and scissors two of his fingers by the wrist, "See you later." He says. You nod affirmed as you watch the royal skip off to some else where in the place.

Yet it bugs you on the way out of the area—why is a man like him suddenly have to be at his parents' room at a time like this? You found the thought moving and interesting to discuss another chance, you kept it in your head.

No, no, no, no. Keep that head of yours straight now... All they ask is to remain await in the comforts and haven of the bedroom chambers for practice duties. "This shall be life." You admire the strims and fabric the kimono was made out of, rich fibers and absolute gorgeous to the storytelling patterns. "And it's mine." But other than coincidence to be as pretty to that nobleman Dazai Osamu's fitted standards thus drove the son of nobility into falling for you... Was the love maternal? Even after those glances in his brown accented eyes glamorous to behold—sublime touches of skin against skin and held. It could all be an act! You can't just let your guard down, no exceptions the slightest bits, you— "Jun'ai? My apologies, had I made you wait a week?"

"...Sincerely, no. Fear not."

"As I hope for."

Dazai comes to gather a few strands in your hair into his grasp careful and timid, tuck aside them behind your ear and observe your face—look up in expectancy of something, anything, that could may happen. Before he curls those fingers into a fist, away from your face. You sigh, turn to confront with determinate eyes. "Would you mind discuss about what you've converse thoroughly this whole time? Those weird papers, the wedding, about—"

"Hush."

Unanswered.

So many questions, only to be silenced with a finger kissing your nosey lips eager to beg whenever there was an opportunity to pull out what you need to know. This man... Dazai Osamu dares to close in the distance in a second... Third... Maybe forth, you've lost count as to how many exactly but it was many. Dazai proceeds to strum gentle the tips of his digits away your cheeks. "Sorry, I still can't come to believe that I'm marrying the woman of my dreams." The ring finger of yours lends into his free palm. Fallen flat against the end and deep chopped lines of skin, it meets the longer sleeve beneath traditional noble fabric. Dazai gestures you to listen in his nonsense. "...Jun'ai, as soon as you take my surname, I swear with bloodied hands and fingers cut, I'll gift you the entire world. All you ever wanted, at your possession, from my heart with love. One of many things I'd want to do with you, don't you know?"

He, final, turns to leave the quarters before instruct to follow whenever you do ever feel like such.

...What in the world was that for?! On the Gods, no! Is this man for sure not going to be bothered or even willing to talk about what just happened between the privacy of two of you? Ridiculous. But kept no fear any longer now please. No longer to judge... You must twist the knot between the bones of your dominant whichever where it was. And chase after your darling. He... Must've had a cheap sake somewhere in pocket of his outfit to bluntly confess outright. Especially to how mindless Dazai Osamu sounded to be. Remains that is to complete understand the chores in wait for you after finalization of those forbid papers. Well, a lot's been on your mind.

〝So just like this; left on by itself. He's, as if, thrown you off with that brief met of fleeting love—no near the enough second to comprehend clear that wasted last minute affection. Will there be time to process it all, the complexity to initiate and experience genuine love? Perhaps it even wasn't love to start with. Perhaps a much more foreign being. Perhaps that love itself was too foreign—and alien. To where it all suddenly felt meaningless and untold apart from anything else. Perhaps your lack of understanding was the reason behind the distant felt.〟

Distracted and far thoughts clog your necessary usual thinking. Dazai's vague and yet oh so loved attitude changes frequent. To which hardens what is and what isn't the case of his personality.

Close approximate love, those Papers, the Responsibility, some Secrets, and... finally Marriage.

Dazai Osamu who then insists that it'd be able to handle under the deadline that is today. All finished and none left to remain and worry over about even after the wedding ceremony, but who's to know, truly. That's the downward spiral part. "Anyway..." He chirps to alert once more on your attention. Since that look implies greatly about your lack of focus. "The abode fancies guests every so often, please be more cautious if so... Your first housewife duties would theoretically shall become one with me alongside greets of strangers and forlon faces." Dazai exclaims gentle. To hold your hand literally and both too metaphorical as he spoke. The emphasis on cautious. About what, towards something—and yet you slit your own tongue in silence and obedience. "Next would land you into the closures of office spaces. Keep indulge the affairs of the real world and local news, will you?"

"Won't be a struggle in the slightest possibility."

What's in the slightest difficulty that is handling basic chores practically required for all households? Ah, assuming the signed papers and high intel on hand in order to prosper. "Great to hear." Dazai rewards a that sweet, calling smile. "But, just fear less to approach me if there's ever really a chance to have questions, all right?" Utter nonsense and yet it's taken to heart. Sure, if that is you so wish in communicate!

"I have a good one," You perk. Tension. Stepped an inch or so closer to his face. How it all sounded like a bad idea in picture and on paper both ways. "Why is it that... No one must know of my origins? My story that's real and natured to what's the truth... I can't be expected to ramble on a fake one, no, I'm not the greatest liar of all, so you know—if anything, the story I'd make up is clear fictional. No matter how hard I try there'd be a slip in the cracks! Why not keep it vague or untold instead? Must there be none of a better plan in mind instead of failure to meet expectations results to fake those all?"

"As it's... established, a stain for the upbringing of this family." Dazai clarifies with a troubled, heavy heart. "...Jun'ai, must I ask. Was it a sin for man to revolve into their selfish desires, disregard the impacts of all that is society?"

Society... Society, a garbage capsule excuse of a word if you've ever heard one. Society to present what's right—includes the balance and rules, creation that is laws. Society to accept others like them exclusive—kinship to the bone without mere considered regards on the others unsociable. What's society, the people and while community that forms a humongous culture upon pieces of land—connection; love and harmony or rather a plural for men perfections to come fall as one in unity, the sake of keeping things equal?

"How 'society' views it baffles me to an early grave. So what you've provided scandalous services to a thousand or so men before? I can remain the more apathetic. You're that feeling and sense of freedom I can hardly get... I'd cherish it—thus makes me cherish you... Us... Cheers to the star-crossed lovers that are prolonged to meet then suffer. It rebels order and is most certainly taboo. If there's one thing that'd befall us, I'd propose to get away from this all. To insure your safeness." Oh, dear lovely Jun-ai, if only your name belongs to another hierarchy that withstands the pillars of status near his. None of this would have occured, simply mustn't!

You twist your head at Dazai's implication. "So what exactly do you mean?"

He held you again. "Leave this life behind if all goes downhill. I'll follow suit, after time thrown in bars."

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @wasdy-san , @inojuuy , @imkwikly , @nonexistence1199 , @emyyy007 , @coilai , @writingandmusing , @hypocritic-trash-baby , @3lectraheart

[jezebelgoldstone]

YES OKAY DESPAIR NOT I'VE GOT YOU FRIEND.

Briefly: I learned how to crochet when I was six, and did so regularly until I was in my mid-twenties. Then I started getting pain in my thumb. It got so bad and I was so scared of carpal tunnel and arthritis that I stopped crocheting for about 5 years. I didn't talk to a doctor or anything about it because I was convinced they were going to tell me I could never crochet again, and I knew I just couldn't handle hearing that. Somewhere in those five years knitting started to hurt my wrists as well, so I prioritized typing and gave up knitting too.

So like I said about 5 years after I hadn't crocheted at all, I finally managed to work up the emotional fortitude to talk to my doctor about it.

If you have pain from doing your hobbies, things that make you happy, then that means that you are having pain that is lowering your quality of life and you do deserve medical care for it. I'm not a doctor & you should talk to your own doctor too because our situations may be very different, obviously.

That said! I'm going to tell you what worked for me!

Me: my joints hurt when i knit or crochet. I'm worried im developing arthritis.

Dr: How do you manage the pain when you knit or crochet?

Me: I don't. I stopped doing either a few years ago.

Dr, emphatic: oh no no no! You can't STOP! That will just make it worse!

Me: ...wat

Dr: if you stop doing those motions with your joints, or stop using those joints altogether, that will cause them to deteriorate!

Me: so i just... push through the pain...?

Dr: the pain is caused by irritation and swelling, which will ALSO cause deterioration. What you need to do is take an anti-inflammatory like ibuprofen about fifteen minutes before you start knitting or crochetting. Do that for a while and you won't develop arthritis.

Me: sounds fake but okay.

Fam I took an advil and fifteen minutes later knitted or crocheted for an hour or two like three times and i was fine.

So after the doctor told me that there was no reason I should have to give up two hobbies that I love so much, I started paying more attention to how I crochet and I have come up with the below list.

Jez's 3 Easy Steps to Not Fuck Your Joints While Crocheting or Knitting

See above re: talking to doctors and also using ibuprofen to manage joint irritation swelling & pain.

COMFORTABLE ERGONOMIC TOOLS. Can't stress this one enough. For knitting, this means using only wooden knitting needles and never metal or plastic. The lighter the needle the better. For crocheting, this means getting those crochet hooks with the rubber padding on the end. Yes they are more expensive than the plain metal hooks, but guys, these are life-changing. Life-saving, even. Also I know we all hate shein and amazon, but amazon has sets of the lightest bamboo needles ive ever found at like ten pairs for seven dollars, & shein has padded ergonomic crochet hooks in all the normal sizes generally for like under two or three dollars a pop. Get you some bamboo knitting needles & padded ergonomic crochet hooks I am begging.

Pay attention to your actual movements when you crochet! I hold the crochet hook a little funky (like a pencil instead of with my whole hand) but that alone isn't enough to do harm. It turns out one of my problems was that I was using the hook to grab the loop and pull it onto the shaft of the hook, and in so doing I was rolling my thumb. So I was rolling my thumb literally every stitch. I started keeping the hook still and pushing the point through the loops instead, thereby also keeping my thumb still, et voila! It took a little while to get used to, but this also has been life-altering!

Don't give up! You deserve to be able to do the things you love and that make you happy without pain and without stressing that you're destroying your body! I know it seems like the kind of thing that doctors wouldn't pay attention to, but your hobbies causing pain lowers your quality of life and you do deserve medical care for it! Even if your doctor sucks or you don't have access to medical care, you can still do other things that will lessen the stress on your joints!

ok quastion for the crocheters. has crocheting ever caused you pain on the base of your thumb in the hand holding the hook?? I dont think I'm holding it weird or clenching my hand and yet. guess what's hurty

[sol-consort]

Been eyeing Cyberpunk 2077 lately this winter sale... is it worth it? I remember there being massive backlash when it first came out. Are the waters calm now or is this still a stray flying bullet I should dodge

is it like Mass Effect? What even happens in that game? Can I smooch aliens? Who's the hottest character?

[itsnobodysproblem]

Most Sherlock Holmes adaptations I've seen tend to place their Final Problem towards the mid point of the series (or even a bit earlier) - it's also in my opinion the best way of going about it, so you have time enough for the characters to adjust after the reunion but they know each other well enough for the events of Fina to be devastating.

Sherlock & Co is done with 20 of the adventures. How many are there? Fifty-something? Almost sixty? Let's say we'll be entering mid-point territory after the 25th story.

So let's pretend for a moment that we have 5 more stories until The Final Problem. Ok.

Estimating an adventure at 3 episodes each, that would mean little over 3 months - maybe 3 and a half? Starting, of course, from the end of Sign of Four, which will be somewhere in December.

So let's say 3, maybe 4 months into 2025. That would be, what? Late march, early april?

Early april?

John having to tell the listeners that Sherlock is dead, in early april?

Quick calendar search reveals what I was praying it would - the 1st of april will be on a Tuesday next year.

So what I'm saying

What I'm saying is Sherlock &Co has the opportunity to do the funniest fucking thing

[kalkydra]

such a nothing of a bitch but i just remembered when i asked the eds subreddit for advice going into my first gyno appointment asking about a hysterectomy and in it i mentioned that one of the reasons i didn't want to birth kids is that i'm severely disabled and wouldn't be able to take care of children how they need and deserve, and that's not even mentioning how pregnancy would wreck my already crippled body and someone like ignored the other reasons i mentioned (like dysphoria and a family history of cervical & uterine cancer and my sister having multiple miscarriages and Not Wanting To Be Pregnant) and was like "you really shouldn't correlate being disabled with being unable to take care of children" and it's like. yes i know that that is like a very serious and personal issue that is especially touchy for people with genetic disorders. however. that is not what i was saying. i was not making any generalizations. i know this because i have ocd and spent three days writing the post trying to make sure it covered all my bases and was as thoughtful and inclusive as i could be. actually i think they said the same thing about me mentioning dysphoria and how i shouldn't imply that trans men can't and don't want to be pregnant. and i was like. 😐 NOT. what i SAID.

[namazunomegami]

Lord of the Flies, Gluttonous Queen, Prince of Filth, Prince of Decay, Goddess of Ekron, Lord of Slander, Queen of Pestilence and Famine, The Rotting One

I Solomon said unto him: “Beelzeboul what is thy employment?” And (s)he answered me: “I destroy kings. I ally myself with foreign tyrants. And my own demons I set on to men, in order that the latter may believe in them and be lost. And the chosen servants of God, priests, and faithful men, I excite unto desires for wicked sins, and evil heresies, and lawless deeds; and they obey me, and I bear them on to destruction. And I inspire men with envy, and desire for murder, and for wars, and sodomy, and other evil things. And I will destroy the world.” - The Testament of Solomon

[sysig]

You could stay forever, if you wanted (Patreon)

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

you know if we do accept the last epilogue-esque sequence as a sort of dream/wish of ted's and therefore not necessarily canon, very funny if we then simply go "yeah, trent's book is called 'the lasso way' actually. he didn't change that. nope."

[slippery-minghus]

oof

[monstermoviedean]

coworker was going on and on about the importance of regulating your nervous system today and i'm thinking 1) you don't know what that means and 2) if i were a teenager and someone told me to regulate my nervous system i would start throwing things. frankly it's hard not to throw things when hearing that as an adult.

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

i wanted some angst, maybe yang werewolf getting hurt and being taken care of by blake witch.

Internally: aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Externally: I have just the thing! Let's go! But, be warned, it's about to get bloody.

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Cut to Blake's forest cottage where Yang is laying naked on the bay window bench in the living room. Blood is gushing from her belly from a single, smoking bullet wound. The bright full moonlight pouring through the panes of glass is clashing with the warm glow of the flames roaring in the fireplace.

Yang: (grunting and panting in agony as her body starts to shake)

Blake: (hands covered in blood as she digs into the bullet hole with her bare fingers) Yang! Yang, stay with me! Come on, Puppy, you can handle this!

Yang: (coughs into a grunt and blood bubbles up her throat) I-I got this... I-I g-got t-this... I-I c-can hack...i-it...

Blake: It's too deep! I'm sorry about this (grimaces as she opens the hole wider, her free hand glows purple as she holds it over the wound - slowly pulling the silver bullet out of Yang's gut)

Yang: (partially transforms and howls in pain - fangs and jaw elongate and her eyes glow crimson and pupil-less)

Blake: (winces as Yang's claws dig into her arm) It's okay, Yang! I got you! I'm not leaving, and neither are you!

Silver bullet glints against the dark well of blackened blood, causing the smell of burnt flesh to fill the air as smoke billows around them

Blake: (grabs the bullet and throws it across the room)

Yang: (cuts to silence and slumps against the bench - her transformation melts away, leaving her human once more)

Blake: (panting) Yang? (shakes Yang's shoulder) Yang, wake up. (shakes again) Yang, Love, say something.

Yang: (silence)

Blake: No...(shakes Yang harder) No! NoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNo! (scrambles to her book shelf, pulls a spell tome from its place, smearing black blood across the pages as she flips through)

Blake: I am NOT losing you! Do you hear me?! (recites the words on the page and a dark aura swirls around her figure) You can't leave me yet!

Shadows engulf the cottage. The next morning, Yang wakes up on the bench. Her body protests in agony as she sits up and sees Blake slumped over her. Her hands are frail, and her hair and cat ears have faded to dark grey in areas.

Yang: Blake? Blake, what did you do?

Blake: (slowly wakes up and looks away shyly, crows feet wink at the edges of her eyes) I gave some of my life to you... but I can't say I expected this to be the result...

Yang: (pulls Blake into a fierce hug) You're an idiot.

Blake: (melts into the embrace) I'm the idiot who loves you...

Yang: (kisses Blake tenderly) And I'm the brash moron who loves you...