#but like. thats a bold assumption for one

[peachybutch]

telling someone ive been listening to jenny from thebes on repeat for a week and they're like "so you've been feeling hopeless and actively spiralling all week" and it's like. what. no. ive been contemplative and comforted all week. what are you talking about

[trans-xianxian]

okay so as one of the people who years back had misunderstood your previous url, i definitely think the whole christian thing is such a reach... why would you have it twice. ? in addition to the obvious of like. wwx being a central focus. like it CANT possibly be more than a couple of people who made this mistake????? insane to me

I KNOW I'M LIKE. at Least two people have made this assumption and more have agreed that its reasonable and I just. I. in what world. In What World, on a blog about cql, of which wei wuxian is the main character, whose childhood nickname is "xianxian", is it more likely that "trans-xianxian" means "transgender christian" over trans wei wuxian, the guy whose nickname is "xianxian" and who is the main character of the show this blog is about. I can't stress enough how much this blog is about a show in which the main guy is called "xianxian" Numerous times. how does christianity make more sense in this situation

[strawbebemilk]

Was just having a conversation with my friends the other day about how difficult it is to be a fan of things nowadays and actually avoid spoilers and so in preparation I blocked/muted literally every jjk tag I could think of across sites and somehow I still immediately open tiktok to spoilers (which is not too surprising as tiktok has literally the WORST filtering system I've seen, like even tumblr has their shit together better than that). But anyway it just kinda makes me sad that it's almost impossible to be online now and actually enjoy things at your own pace? It makes me think of when Netflix drops whole seasons and suddenly it's a race to binge everything so you don't get spoiled and I do think it's actively killing our enjoyment of things. Obviously this case is a lil different, the leaks still come out on a weekly basis but I think there's really something to be said about reading a finished product rather than seeing 25 blurry images of the same panel with iffy translations

[zaxal]

'you don't dance' is ruining my life

either 1) crowley asked him and aziraphale went 'of course i dont dance, im an angel' then learned to dance when he and crowley werent talking or 2) crowley made an assumption abt aziraphale while aziraphale has been wanting to be asked for centuries

bc thats what they DO, thats how their relationship works, crowley offers something, aziraphale pulls back, crowley offers again in slightly less polarizing terms, aziraphale accepts

except aziraphale is finally to the point that hes ready to start asking, to start taking the lead, and hes being so bold about it. the existence we carved out for ourselves. our car. the bookshop that's only technically mine, we both get plenty of use out of it. while we dance.

hes just not saying The Words bc The Words are hard. their entire relationship has been this familiar push and pull, things left unsaid and assumptions made, for better or worse. also crowley has, historically, been hostile to the words aziraphale uses for him

bc theyre not the right ones. crowley doesnt want to be told that hes nice and kind in general terms. crowley doesnt want the plausible deniability even when it's something they still need to hide behind. he wants something personal, something intimate, for it to mean something

crowley, the one who fumbles and stammers and makes inarticulate noises, mx ngk, is the one who needs a solid foundation laid for him

while aziraphale who worships books is willing to live in ambiguity, to leave the things unsaid, bc words can be false, but theyll know the truth

theyre just so narrowly missing each other and by the time both of them find it in them to say The Words, it's too late. there are no less polarizing terms that can be accepted for either of them, so when they pull away, it feels like they cant come back

[sanjisblackasswife]

I cannot tell 100% if ur ask box is open or not so if it is not feel free to ignore this please!!!

But if it is open! Could you write about luffy, shanks, and sanji reacting to their significant others stretchmarks on her upper thighs? I got like real bad ones RIGHT below my butt that go down a bit so now I don’t wear short skirts or short shorts :,)

Again feel free to ignore have a LOVELY day!!!

I always wanted stretch marks on my butt :(((( i have em on my inner thighs n chest. I FRIGGIN LOVE STRETCH MARKS. Especially on men😚😚 Dont be ashamed of them stripes babe theyre so beautiful:) anyways enjoy!

Them with a S/O That Has Stretch Marks (SFW-ISH)

Ft. Sanji, Luffy, Shanks

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Reader is insecure, Shanks needs a leash, Sanji’s is suggestive, Mentions of Sex, uhhh yeah

Luffy

Physical “flaws” isn’t something he even notices on you. Small/saggy breasts? Okay? He still wanna squeeze. Cellulite? Who gives af he likes ‘em. Stretch marks though? He still dont care.

He doesn’t pay mind to stuff like that let alone question it. Luffy…Luffy just dont gaf man if he likes you he likes all of you.

If he peeps you being out right “i hate my stretch marks” or whatever he just wouldn’t understand why.

“They’re like smaller versions of the scars i have! I like em!”

Bless his heart he will always make you feel so loved about your stripes. He traces them alot when you let him lay on you and trace them with his finger as he talks to you about his goal and dream.

(Slightly NSFW) For some reason you speaking on your stretch mark insecurity was something he just couldn’t forget. He has forgotten many things you’ve told him; anniversary, birthday, hell even your name once but he never forgets to lick and kiss your marks and blemishes in appreciation before going down on you. His kisses are so slow and soft giving each of your “flaws” the right attention you damn near cried when he first did it because it felt so out of character for him.

Sanji

Bold of you to assume this man would love you any less because of that.

Sanji doesn’t care if you have stretchmarks, pigmentation, hairy, cellulite. Doesn’t matter he loves you so just believe it and move on

He noticed almost immediately what your insecurities were by the way you act when they’re mentioned and his assumptions were correct when you and him were about to take a shower together for the first time, but you wasn’t sure he’d like what he seen

“I just…have stretch marks all over and—“

He didn’t say much, he simply begins to slowly strip down your towel kissing your lips tenderly mumbling praises in between about your body.

“Your stretch marks were never an issue.”

If anything Sanji does in fact love your stretch marks. They were one of the first things he noticed (AND WAS INFATUATED WITH) when he seen them. He wanted nothing more than to trace his tongue on each one and leave a kiss. They’re normal to have what’s problem with them?

“Everything about you is nothing less than perfect you know.”

You felt a tinge of embarrassment feeling Sanji’s soft hands glide over your marked breast, butt, and thighs in the shower, but his neck kisses gave you a form of calmness you just couldn’t explain. Which he was grateful for when you told him that night as he massaged your body.

Shanks

He doesn’t give af about your insecurities and i say that in the most respectful way.

“Stretch marks? Thats a dumb thing to be upset over? Here. Look.”

He doesn’t give a shit because he also has them on his shoulders.

“See? They’re just things you get when your body grows, dummy. Now come here.”

Yeah he teases you a bit, but only about being ashamed of something you can’t necessarily help.

He makes you sit on his lap in front of the mirror and begins to grope you like the caveman he was

“You know how hot your tiger stripes look when i cum on your ass? Or these great tits—”

“SHANKS!?”

He laughs at your shyness,kissing your cheek to then move your face to look at you both in the mirror.

He doesn’t know where the animosity you have against them began but he doesn’t really care to know. The most he wants to do right now is make you forget about it.

“How about i spoil you tonight.” His fingers dancing on your clothed cunt under your skirt, making your back arch a little at how delicate his index and middle finger swirled in your clit,“I want to see every stretch mark you have.”

Shanks reminds you that night that he is with you because of you not because of your stretch marks.

[cultofdarkwood]

If you're still taking requests, then I guess as a rare pair since I know you've gotten a ton of leshycat, could I request some lambmura please?

ngl this one stumped me for a min but i think i got a good idea bear with me. i LOVE writing shamura so much, it was really fun to figure out them and the lamb's dynamic.

(as a note, shamura is wearing the purple version of the mystic robes, bc thats what i have them dressed with in game!!)

-

The halls of Shamura's temple were cold and dark, empty save for the clop of lamb hooves and dragging spider silk. Occasionally, the patter and click of spider paws and claws would approach, only to be swiftly dealt with by the sword the lamb held in their hand.

"How much further?" they asked their companion, almost whining. The tall spider towering behind them only gave them a look.

"Not much," Shamura replied, sweeping the purple of their robes up to avoid snagging on a pile of bones. Their head was draped in a spider silk veil, wrapped tightly around their scarred wound and hovering with a loose flutter over their top set of eyes. They spoke with clarity, but the lamb could see in their eyes an uncertainty that even they weren't sure of the distance.

"We're lost," the lamb accused, the red eye of their sword fixed on the spider.

"Do not be absurd," Shamura said. "I am simply familiarizing myself with my temple once more."

"Which is your way of saying we're lost," the lamb nearly seethed, sighing and crossing their arms. Their sword changed its shape and returned to their head as the Red Crown. "Shamura, be totally honest with me. Do you remember which way the library is?"

"Archives," Shamura corrected instantly. "Libraries are for browsing. Archives are for record keeping. And none are allowed to enter my archives but me."

"And me," the lamb said, giving the spider a firm, slanted glare. "Because there's no way I'm letting you go in there alone. You'll get lost."

"A bold assumption to make, that I would not know my own archives like the backs of my hands," Shamura said, their eyes narrowed with the barest hint of a warning.

"In your head," the lamb clarified, taking their sword from their head to slice through a giant, thin spider web that covered the large, arching doorway they passed beneath. "Lost in your head. I would never be able to find you and get you out of there."

"I am starting to tire of being used against myself," Shamura hissed under their breath.

"Heket asked me," the lamb said, moving to step ahead of the spider. "She asked me specifically not to let you go in there alone. Told me that you'd literally get lost in there for years while your disciples ran your cult."

Shamura said nothing at that, the silence its own concession.

"Oh, this looks like it," the lamb said, stopping in front of a large, grand door. Reaching for one of the handles, the lamb hissed and retracted their hand when a barrier of magic sprung up to burn them. When they glanced at the Red Crown, it gave them no answers. "Well, fuck. Shamura, why did your door bite me?"

"It requires-" the spider began, before pausing. Their features twitched into a frown, and they gave the lamb a look. "It requires a password."

"Well?" the lamb asked, gesturing to the door. Shamura sighed and stepped close.

They murmured in a foreign tongue, a language the lamb could not understand. Slowly, the hum of magic that protected the door began to fade. When it was gone, Shamura stepped closer and reached for the handle. Though the doors were large, they easily pulled one open.

"If you insist on coming in with me, my only rule is this," they said, curt and to the point. "Do not touch anything. Do not look at anything. And do not wander off."

"That's three rules," the lamb pointed out. Shamura nodded despite that.

"And you will follow all of them," they said, before making their way inside the archives. "For the safety of my records, and your own."

The lamb rolled their eyes, dismissing their sword and following the spider inside.

Shamura's archives were dark, and when the doors shut behind them, they were shrouded in pitch black. Shamura continued walking, unbothered by this, but the lamb promptly fumbled and tripped.

A hand caught their arm, and the Red Crown brightened enough to see Shamura keeping them from falling. The spider looked down at the lamb, their face carved from the shadows with red light. The mandibles that protruded from their mouth clicked in amusement.

"Careful, little lamb," Shamura said, pulling them upright.

Embarrassed, the lamb nodded, and Shamura released their arm. The spider led the way, navigating the darkness with ease while the lamb was forced to hurry and stay close by the light of the Red Crown alone.

Shamura clearly knew the archives well, going straight to a specific section with no trouble. What they did not know was the exact location of the knowledge they sought, and thus, the lamb could only sit on the floor and wait while the spider searched through the shelves.

Two hours in, the lamb pushed themself to their feet. "I'm gonna go stretch my legs," they said. Shamura, now seated and surrounded by books and scrolls, gave a soft hum, but did not raise their head.

Two minutes later, the lamb was lost. They swore they only turned one corner, but when they returned to where they thought they had left Shamura, the spider and their pile of knowledge were gone. Retracing their steps and trying a different way back didn't work either.

"Shamura?" they called out through the darkness, but there was no answer. Sighing, they lifted their hands, groaning and dragging them down their face. "Fuuuck, okay. Shit. How do you find a spider in a huge, creepy, dark-"

The air shifted behind them, and they summoned their sword, turning on instinct to block the clanging strike. With its form changed, the Red Crown could not give off as much light, but what little it did revealed Shamura, the blade of an axe scraping the sword of the Red Crown. Shamura's eyes were clouded and unfocused.

"Fuck," the lamb said. Shamura pulled the axe away and promptly kicked them square in the chest.

The air was struck from their lungs as they flew backwards, hitting the ground hard and rolling. Their sword clattered to the ground somewhere, and they lay in the pitch black, trying to catch their breath. A presence crouched over them, a knee pinning their forearm to the ground by their side.

"How did you get in here?"

"Shamura," the lamb said, flexing the fingers of their free hand. The Red Crown was taking its sweet time to return to them. "Shamura, it's me, come on-

The blade of the axe cut into the ground by their head, and the body pinning theirs shifted, warm breath caressing the lamb's face.

"How did you get in here," the spider enunciated, their voice hard. "And who are you?"

"Shamura, it's me," the lamb said, a tinge of desperation leaking into their voice as they reached for the Red Crown again. The sword returned to their hand, only for Shamura to grab their wrist and pin it too. "Shamura, it's me, it's the lamb, we're trying to find something, remember? Heket asked me to come with you!"

At the mention of Heket, Shamura's grip slackened, and the lamb pulled their arm free once more. The Red Crown returned to their head, brightening their surroundings and revealing Shamura's dark eyes. Now bathed in red light, the spider's eyes glimmered with incorrect recognition.

"The Red Crown," they murmured, their voice hard and their body tensing. Their gaze slid from it to the face of the lamb, tightening with fury.

In that split second before Shamura did anything, the lamb rushed to think. They couldn't physically attack the ex god of war, not like this. Their curse was a fire curse, which would've been out too even if it didn't come with the immediate risk of Shamura separating their head from their body (if not for the attack, then for setting fire to their archives). They were pinned, and Shamura was out of their own head, lost in time, back when they were a Bishop and the lamb was their enemy.

Unable to think of anything else that would help them get out of here without Shamura murdering them, the lamb did something stupid. With their free hand, they grasped the purple of Shamura's robes and pulled the spider down into a kiss.

Shamura tensed in surprise, struggling against their grip, but the lamb held on. Desperate, they kissed the spider so hard that the fangs that protruded from Shamura's mouth sliced through the flesh of their lips. The tang of iron and the taste of blood flooded their senses, but they held on, jamming their mouth against the spider's own.

Shamura shifted, and suddenly their pinned arm was free. As they lifted it to grasp onto Shamura's shoulder, an arm slid beneath their back, hoisting them flush against a war toned chest. Now, they were being kissed back.

When they parted, the lamb was relieved to see that the proper sort of recognition and clarity had returned to Shamura's eyes.

"Lamb," they said, their voice heavy. "You're bleeding."

"That is your fault, you bit me," the lamb retorted, now sitting up with their hands firm on Shamura's shoulders. "Where the fuck did- do you just keep weapons in here? Where the fuck did you get an axe?"

Shamura looked to where the axe was stuck in the ground, wincing. "That would be one of my old ceremonial axes," they muttered, reaching for the handle. "My apologies, lamb."

The lamb sighed, wiping the blood that flowed down their chin. "It's fine, Shamura. Did you at least find the damn thing we came in here for?"

Carefully, Shamura helped the lamb to their feet, wrenching their axe out of the ground with a twitching crack of wood. From within their robes, they pulled a wrapped, tightly bound scroll. "This is it, I believe."

"Thank fuck." The lamb sighed, dropping their forehead onto Shamura's shoulder. "Can we go?"

"Of course," Shamura said, tilting their head down at the lamb. "I will need to return my axe to its case, first. Might I assume that we will discuss what happened here back within the safety of your cult?"

"Oh, haha! That!" The lamb laughed, pushing themself away from Shamura. "Yeah, um, we can totally, just don't tell Heket."

"Tell her what?" Shamura asked, a glimmer of amusement in their eyes. "That you left me alone in my archives, or that you-"

"Okay, time to go!" With an embarrassed haste to their actions, the lamb grabbed Shamura by the hand and began to drag them through the archives. Shamura only laughed.

[divinecomedyproductions]

"Disengage the fandom and curate your interaction!" - It's not that simple.

One thing I've told about my woes about fandom is "disengage from the fandom" and not to "hyperbolize" or not "open floodgates", and be "rational" and just accept not being "serious storytelling" or else it comes of as "fragility" or I guess would be "breaking from fragility"and being "defensive" and "not touching grass"

And I know this comes from a good place and I know these people mean well...

The problem is that advice doesn't work when it comes to certain fandoms who use these labels and also hyperbolize and "floodgate", the escalation of interaction, and the "consequences" of that. At least in my past experience

The problem is when you try to "disengage with the fandom" requires you to drop social media entirely. And when it comes to pop culture and creativity and start with projects, most of that stuff now requires social media and the internet.

If you "disengage" your often just left with people you know at work who might have no idea what you're talking about and can't help you in any way.

Michael of RetroBlasting of YouTube his Unplugged Video about " 'Ignoring it' and doing nothing"

It isn't the analogue world anymore, you don't just leave a comic book shop full of jackasses and go to another one and continue your business. And toxic fandoms know this too.

In fact this video explains this kind of stuff best

And what toxic fandoms do, is they set you up into a conundrum.

In the game of The Toxic Fandom, if whatever your doing that takes elements of what you liked of safe franchise, especially out of disagreement and disappointment gets big enough, they invade your space and harass you and often resort to their own brand hyperbolizing and "floodgating" first and assume the worst reasons of what makes you happy and what you want.

If you stay composed and rational and use milder words like "disheartened" and "bummed out", accept your ideas being labeled as "not seriously storytelling", and "disengage" from where if your you put stuff out and find another platform.

They see you as a wimp and keep pushing you back because "oh he's just disheartened guys, he'll get over it, so we can keep pushing him around. What's he gonna do? Be Mildly annoyed? LOL!"

and use the fact stayed "this label" instead of changing to "that label" to screw you over because "we need to make room for real storytelling, thats the consequences sorry!" for whatever reason

And if you do anything aggressive or assertive back;

which might involve hyperbolizing and flooding gates, or at the very least get more aggressive with your tone

If you defend yourself from labels and explain why you wanted what you wanted and why it makes you happy, which is not necessarily being 'defensive'

If you do anything that isn't passive...

You "Broke" from "fragility" your being "defensive", your "not being the bigger person" and "not accepting reality"

and you need to "touch grass"

So the fandoms won't let you win

So in this context, you keep being passive and keep on "disengaging" and keep accepting these labels, the fandom will become more bold and invasive and even actively sabotage you by slandering you such as LilithFairen, KnightOfBalance, or Canonseeker does with AUs and ReWrites of RWBY and they might even falsely report too.

So instead of things getting hypothetically better in the long run, the damage gets exponentially worse

Now of course the argument can be made "well there's always gonna be haters no matter what." Of course there will be, so you might as well fight back to stop the unnecessary bleeding.

Now of course there's cases where it is the case where the person is overreacting and need to step back, but the problem is in my experience there's outsiders who don't bother to take the time time and figure out what's going on before making their judgement call because they think they can just assess the situation by just looking at it and make an assumption because they know so much.

Because the think they’re doing this

when in reality their doing this is getting in the way

Another example I can think off is the success of Kamen America which is an active disagreement with what was done with the idea of Captain Marvel, combined with other elements of course so its not a blatant rip off.

Once it got big enough, Captain Marvel fanatics began shrieking its nothing but a "Porn Captain Marvel Rip-Off" and try to reputation assassinate it, which ComicsGate tried to jump in because the "leader" has a personal beef with the creators

And these are the same people who cheer on evil superman clones like Omni-Man and Homelander or cheer on "His Dark Materials Trilogy" which was made by an author who had a big beef with The Chronicles of Narnia and CS Lewis

Because supervision/inversion is awesome when it subverts/inverts things they don't like I guess

So once again, the fans like myself had to step in and say something and fight back so those out of the loop knew what was actually going on.

Once Fandoms become invasive and are policing social media and creativity to a certain magnitude and try to throw what makes us happy to the dogs when the opportunity hits, being passive and rational might not be an option.

Sometimes it is. But sometimes it's not.

[ltsmoving]

Excuse me, but do you mind doing a small tutorial on how exactly you make your OC hair, I'm a beginner digital artist and I'm just now learning how to draw OC, but I don't think people can live off balled head's 🫤🥲

i can sure try my best!!!

This is written with the assumption that you know the rule of drawing hair in clumps and blocks rather than strand by strand btw <3

Just gonna give some tips that I myself use! Won't be for everyone ofc :)

When drawing hair for my characters initially, I follow a few basic rules.

Let the lines flow and breathe.

Communicate effectively.

Accommodate weight.

I'm going to use the protagonists for my comic as an example: Max and Seren.

By "letting the lines flow and breathe," I'm mostly referring to following art essential rules! Making sure that my lines are bold and confident, and are clear to read and not claustrophobic.

Communicating effectively who your character is is something that is as important to do through hair as every other element of design. The easiest way to do this is through shape language!

Accommodate for the fact that hair has weight, and the heavier it is, the more likely it is to fall downwards, because of gravity. In a character design, the most important thing is communicating layers if that's your goal (which it is for me :3).

Taking Max and Seren as examples, every line that makes up the outline of the hair is a bold curve or S-curve- I utilise the rough nature of this technique to my advantage when I want hair to look messy.

Max's hair is uniform and wild, with the sharp points of the hair emphasised by the lack of obstruction, whereas Seren's is scruffy and wavy, with emphasis on the curls and layers. These were intentional design choices to convey who they are as characters- Seren isn't the type of person to care about his hair, whereas Max is.

The lack of layering in Max's hair makes it look thinner than Seren's, but it also flows upwards more, since he has shorter hair. Most longer hair will naturally fall downwards, as it naturally has more weight pulling it down.

That's not to say you can't break these obviously! One of my characters has long hair that does flow upwards, though that is a specific design choice made because she is the goddess of space, and her hair is supposed to replicate the shape of the milky way

I encourage you to learn what works for yourself, but if my tips help you, thats also fine!! I'm happy you took interest in my design work and I hope that you enjoy making your art! Remember, with art and especially OCs, it only matters if YOU are happy with what you make! So I hope you have fun with it above all else!! :)

[melon-official]

HI. for ramen water (if. u don't want to do all of these. understandable. i'm most curious about the bold ones)

[Tier 0] 6, 8, 29

[Tier 2] 8, 26

[Tier 3] 10, 11

[Tier 4] 2, 13, 23, 28

[Tier 5] 13, 16, 28

of course im going to do all of these what do u think i am? sane?

6. Living situation; where do they live? How did they end up there?

ramen water shares an apartment near the square with seven roommates. they all found each other through turf war or squid craigslist, and their place has the energy of that one tiktok of the eleven person brownstone house tour (wait, it's actually sixteen. oh my fucking god) and it's like an ecosystem in there. somehow their individual chaos balances each other's out perfectly

8. Favorite weapon class and why? 

chargers, probably! although the heavy splatling is his all-time fave and he's quite fond of the splatana wiper. his favorite "category" of weapon is really anything with a wave breaker; the only reasoning for his choice of weapons is a note in his earlier concepts that says "mains what i main". he's evolved a bit from that, but he's still a player-character guy at his core

29. What’s a situation that would make them cry? Do they cry easily?

this is an interesting one. i don't think ramen water's opposed to crying, but i don't think it comes quite as naturally to him as it would to most of my other characters. he's more the type to simmer, speak his mind, or outright get into a full-blown argument first, and crying is more of an afterthought for serious stuff when he actually manages to sit down and process for awhile

8. Any details about their appearance that they’ve put a lot of thought into?

all of it all the time!! his "standard" appearance/mimic is crafted to suit him and it's something he's done for so long that calling it to mind is second-nature. in that context, he's not keeping specific tabs on it—if he's messing around with smaller features he does have to keep them in mind for awhile or they'll change back. —that being said, mimicking top scars is something he's put long-term thought into + worked through a host of doubts about.

26. Do they care about “being fresh”? Have they ever cared and how did it show?

yeah, lol! but in the same way that he cares about being (his version of) put-together, or being good at turf. i think it's just something that's part of his life so he wants to be decent at it. (he also loves barazushi merch so the freshness rating is like a bonus collectors incentive to him)

10. Something they feel is extraordinary about themself?

rw absolutely revels in his self-created whimsy and his refusal to care about how others see him. he thrives in his own unknowability + while that in and of itself can cause him issues, he's also really comfortable in his own skin + knows what he's capable of!

11. Something other people see in them that they don’t really see?

in general, his persona's so carefully crafted (physically and socially) that there's really not an assumption someone could make about him that he isn't already aware he's implying :/ this isn't really an answer to the question, but i think the closest anyone gets to this kind of thing is isaiah, who can relate deeply to his relationship with the nss and why glory's argument with him tore such a rift in their friendship for awhile. that, and he'll occasionally mimic features of someone he's thinking about without realizing it, cuz his mimic ability is that ingrained in his life/thoughts. (and thats my justification for swapping hairstyles/gear in-game without going thru the whole character creation screen)

2. Have they ever intentionally hurt anyone? How?

that is a GOOD ASS QUESTION and almost for sure the answer is no, he hasn't. i think the closest he comes to this is being a little too defensive over misunderstandings or the time he was playing softball with his roommates and broke a window (one of the roommates was the softball)

13. What kind of morals do they follow and where did they learn them?

ramen water grew up in his moms' very kind and even more matter-of-fact care, which i haven't really put a lot of thought into besides that they're kind of like this and he loves them very much. so he's very dedicated to his passions + goals and lets smaller things slide off his back easily, but when something offends him, BOY is it an offense. on a similar note, one of the reasons he works so much is cuz he's determined to make it on his own and insists on paying his rent + expenses out of pocket, even though he wouldn't have been desperate to escape his living situation. he just wants to be a big kid. he definitely still visits home regularly

23. How do they deal with bad emotions? Do they have any tried-and-true coping mechanisms?

as his mom(s(??)) would say, "While we can use the label negative [...] it’s important to acknowledge that all emotions are completely normal to experience." i'd say he's better-equipped than most his age on handling stress + knowing how well he can navigate different situations... he's solid on terms of accepting his emotions + putting effort toward understanding them. howeverrrr, that doesn't make these situations easier to handle in the moment... he spends a lot of time in his own head trying to unpack that without reaching out for another opinion, working late or even just doing menial tasks instead of sitting down to feel the weight of those emotions. it's a coping mechanism as much as it is an avoidance tactic; if a situation's dire enough he's prone to thinking about it way more than he needs to, ruminating over all sorts of possible explanations and generally not giving himself very much credit at all.

28. Are they a person that gives or takes more? Is it intentional?

in small ways he takes more: there's a perpetual battle over snack stealing in his apartment and he tends to act in his own best interests whenever he gets the chance. on a larger scale, though, he unintentionally tries to do neither; he's not a giver or a taker if he can just stay out of the way

13. How hard is it to get to KNOW them? Are they an open book or does NOBODY really know them?

one HUNDRED percent in FULL seriousness there is not a soul on earth who Really Knows them, ramen water included. his identity and his personality and everything he knows about himself is like a piece of the puzzle, but he's been swapping and layering all kinds of masks for so long that he really doesn't know what he's like without one. maybe under all those layers there's nothing. glory's the one who knows him the best, with isaiah and his moms at a close second. or, at least, he's the most genuine with them. his roommates and his penpal lemon see him w/o a decent amount of filter; his coworkers probably see about the same amount (maybe even less if he's particularly tired or running on autopilot). he defaults to oversharing just enough to keep people from asking questions about him

16. How would they describe themself?

exactly the way they want people to see them, really. talking about himself to himself is a whole other animal and the answer varies wildly with his emotional state, but he tries not to be mean

28. Has their appearance or character changed over the years? How and why?

metawise? ramen water, like honeydew, is sort of a stand-alone character in this hero mode universe, but the nature of him as an avatar in my game means that he gets all sorts of extra connections and bits that don't quite make sense. there's no canon reason for him to have a penpal or be on a competitive team, etc etc etc, but his persona is funny enough that i keep him around all the time + bits of those experiences leak into his character. i think it's also worth noting here that he and honeydew are distantly related + i made this happen for the sole reason that i make them both run around on my switch

since u read this far i'm also handing u half a fun fact: he does have a real, legal name that's not ramen water. i have made this name known to zero people and im trying to keep it that way for as long as i can so everyone just has to call him ramen water forever

[menalez]

muslims claim the quran had talked about black holes. i read the surah where they claim this supposedly happened (i think it was surah an-najm) but there is no such thing. it speaks of an angel coming down to mohammad. the only place where one could make that assumption is the first ayah "by the stars when they fade away" since black holes emerge from dying stars, but thats very vague. it could mean anything, right?

i wouldnt trust such a bold statement, especially not from the quran. it has many countless times spoke of impossible stories. the quran was a piece of fiction since the first surah. so i heavily doubt it ever spoke of black holes. or maybe i didnt read the right surah, or incorrectly understood it. even when i was a muslim i was confused on how that was speaking of black holes, but trusted it.

a lot of claims made are often not even backed up by the literal texts referenced. like even the stuff about the hijab being mandatory is a reach. a lot of the commonly held and practiced beliefs are also based on reaches. it feels like a common trend to me almost lol,,, and if u point that out to muslims most will refuse to listen to it anyways regardless of how much evidence u provided bc a lot of these beliefs were formed based on them being commonly held by other muslims and also taught to us, rather than them having a strong basis

[canatrix]

bout to go through the ordeal of making a video about “how ive grown as a writer and student this semester and how much i love my english class uwu” while in the throes of a depressive episode ugh

[give-grian-rights]

what is yhs? what’s the plot of it

bold assumption there is a plot. it exists merely to chew on your brain forever before slowly and painfully dying as it sinks out of your head

but no i dont. i dont . know how to describe it ? yhs stands for yandere high school. its just. an edgy weird ass series by a cc i dont support featuring MOSTLY really cool people ! including Grian, Taurtis, and a lot of people i'd love to watch more of if I had the time, like Domrao, and there's others but i dont know their full channel names :(

yandere high school contains:

sexual harassment

transphobia

homophobia (mostly towards lesbians)

fetishization of lesbians

child abandonment

child abuse

child death

underage substance abuse

gun violence

knife violence

gang violence

suicide

mockery of suicide

threatened suicide

murder

car crashes

racisim

misgendering

kill your gays

. if you watch it use adblock as theres only one perspective and again. i do not support the cc. you can figure out why or who he is by just. looking a littol bit.

if i ACTUALLY had to give a plotsummary, it would be: freshmen Sam and Taurtis are studying abroad in Japan where they're faced with. all those topics faced ahead. Getting wrapped up in murder, gangs, and having Sam become the abuser of all his friends.

also its incredibly gay and incredibly homophobic at the same time like that. thats just how it is

its cringy but in an almost endearing way, if not for all the weird implications of shit happening or the fact that the creator was fully aware literal children watched them, and even included someone who- mind me if i got the age wrong- was 8 years old and was allowed to film an episode with them, as a birthday gift.

[snazzyscarf]

so i saw your post regarding ruby rose dismenbering a man and i need to ask... are you talking about Tyrian? the Serial-killer who's working with the evil witch who's trying to destroy the world? the guy who had only a few minutes before announced that he wanted to kidnap her and tried to kill her friends? And who had just poisoned her uncle with his tail, and thats why hed had cut his tail of? Like in kind of confused about your point because you made it sound like Tyrian was just some random dude she attacked for no reason and i want to engage in good faith here

You said you wanted to engage in good faith so I'm taking that at face value and using this to elaborate my point:

So I made that original post at around 3am when I was fed up enough with the show's ableism to share my own opinions on the part of the series that bothered me the most. So forgive me if the wording wasn't the most clear.

I am not here to argue on the morality of the characters. Tyrian is a bad guy; he's obviously evil and never in my post did I state otherwise. I figured we all knew that was a given, but I've quickly learned that unless something is clearly stated in bold letters, people will just make their own assumptions. This is my first time engaging with the rwby fandom so that's my bad. Ruby's actions in the situation were fine. It was self defense and perfectly understandable, I have no issue with that. My issue lies with the placement of her actions within the show and how the writers decided to treat them.

The scene where Tyrian gets his tail cut off happens in volume four. At this point in time, the main characters are split up because of the aftermath of the fall of beacon. One of the major parts of this aftermath is Yang getting her arm cut off. In the first half of the volume they spend a lot of time establishing how traumatic this was for her, and how she's coping with it. She struggles in coming to terms with how this change will affect the rest of her life. How well RT depicted this struggle is a topic for another day, but they tried. They established the idea that amputation is a serious thing that has lasting consequences and should be treated as such.

And then they go and cut Tyrian's tail off.

Here's where my issues come in: up until this point the show had conveyed the aforementioned tone toward disability. And that on its own was well and good. Then they introduce Tyrian, a character which you're not really supposed to like. He's violent, out for blood, and has a clear mission of harm. They then reveal that he's a faunus with a scorpion tail, and we're introduced to a new and dangerous fighting style. One episode later, and that faunus trait is severed from him. Afterwards? Not another mention of it, aside from Tyrian quietly getting a new prosthetic made in the background.

The main problem lies in the presentation of Yang's and Tyrian's events. We all remember how Yang lost her arm. This dramatic, cinematic shot that slows down time and replaces blood with glittering yellow lights. It's obviously a big deal. Then we have Tyrian losing his stinger: a harsh and violent shot, that makes sure to linger on how he writhes in pain before calling Ruby a bitch. It's very clear which one of these presentations gets the favoritism here. One is prettied up and artsy, and the other is cruel and unforgiving.

Viewing these two framings of limb loss in juxtaposition--especially considering their close proximity time wise--sends a very clear message. Only the good guys get their disabilities treated with dignity. "If you're one of the protagonists, of course you deserve to have your disability respected! But if you're an antagonist, we have free reign to be as insensitive with the topic as we want, because, well, it doesn't matter when it comes to you does it? We get to pick and choose when we want to handle serious topics with tact."

My issue was never with Ruby as a character defending herself. It was with the writer's respectful establishment of Yang's character arc regarding disability, and how immediately throwing that respect out of the window with Tyrian felt like a slap in the face.

[kuboism]

Bleach Canon Vs. Studio Clown Episode 1 (Part 2)

So in the manga Ichigo, Number One Oniichan In town, Kurosaki arrives first to rescue his family, in his fancy silly socks and armed with a bat.

This scene is also missing, and I’m slightly saddened because you can also see the little tray of food with the label “For Ichigo-oniichan” which is clearly Yuzu delivering on her earlier promise to bring him some food since he decided to skip dinner bc of his dad.

Ichigo also catches a glimpse of a hollow for the first time. Tensions are high.

You sure sound nonchalant for a person trying to stop him from literally ripping his soul apart. Manga Rukia had some urgency in her smh.

I will admit - literally being “bound” by “words” of a spell is clever and a cool visual. Doesn’t improve the rest of the episode tho....

I’m also very mad that this encounter is changed in the anime. I guess since anime Ichigo had already seen a hollow he rushes in, but this brief moment of fear and hesitation is literally the theme of Bleach.

We fear what we cannot see. What we cannot see we don’t understand. Ichigo is encountering a hollow for the first time here, he is afraid, hesitant to face it. But his love for his family helps him overcome it. He is afraid - but he still has to protect them. He fears what he cannot see, but even so, he continues walking. Ichigo decides, in this moment, to be “brave”. (If you know - you know).

Anyway, Anime fishbone talks again, absolutely ruining the slow reveal of the “nature of the monster” that happens in later chapters, but what is Pierrot if not “subtle” lol.

This part is also removed for obvious reasons.

Some of the dialogue is changed for brevity which is reasonable, but some is also changed to adapt to that fuckin filler “previous day”.

(Not exactly but go off?)

(a brazen assumption)

Manga Rukia just builds up to the reveal.

Again, manga Ichigo’s Reiatsu wasn’t “completely” suppressed - it’s literally what prevented Rukia from finding Fishbone and stumbling into Ichigo’s room. (As per Aizen’s plan, but anyway). It’s unstable and underdeveloped - but like, there. They removed Rukia’s little comment about “unseen filters”, but she still stumbled into his room, and Grand fisher headed towards his house without detours.  Pierrot can move and change dialogue all they like - doesn’t mean it’ll add up lmao.

GIRL THATS SOME BOLD CONJECTURE......

Huh?

FDHGDF DO YOU NOT CARE ABOUT YOUR FAMILY?? SHES LITERALLY FINE!

YEAH SAME, YOUR FAMILY LITERALLY GOT ATTACKED TOO DIPSHIT!

OH good YOU REMEMBER. Why start with a random ass girl THATS DEAD, YOUR SISTERS ARE ALIVE REMEMBER!!!

Anyway Manga Ichigo supremacy:

WHY IS HE CHARGING TOWARDS IT!

Instead of having Ichigo charge into battle like an idiot the manga gives Rukia an extremely human moment which changes the tide of the battle:

She didn’t mean to blame him. In the short time they’ve knowne each other,s he already feels for him, and doesn’t want him to get the wrong, self-deprecating message. She knows how it is. Her momentary sympathy towards Ichigo is what takes her out of the battle.

Which forces Ichigo, who now having seen the danger and fearing it and doesn’t charge in like an idiot, to feel responsible for the mess and get involved in the forefront of the battle. Albeit suicidal he plays it off like he can win. Which later on develops in his battle ethos - no matter how hopeless the battle, he won’t win because he’s stronger, but because he has to.

(viz translates this to “so come and kill me” completely missing the nuance of his actual line “Try and get it if you can kill me!” - It’s a brazen challenge. Ichigo, no matter how hopeless is stubbornly not suicidal. Again, it’s not about “can he win” - he “has to win”.)

Anime Ichigo is looking for a quick atonement suicidal fight 

and Rukia has to save his clown ass.

Injured manga Rukia saves a stranger that reminds her of her guilt.

In the manga Rukia’s own carelessness leads Ichigo to be forced into battle - him having to overcome fear in a really desperate position just to have a chance at saving his family. Rukia, similarly selfless, and later on as we find out, ridden with guilt, goes beyond her duty to protect him. 

Also funny how this moment is excluded in the anime, where it’s completely Ichigo’s fault that Rukia is injured, while in the manga both slowly contribute to their downfall and yet Ichigo still apologizes, coming to his senses, but ok....

Wish this moment wasn’t this bland in the anime, especially Rukia’s eyes softening, like she’s resigning that she’s about to do something extremely illegal and desperate, potentially fuelled by Ichigo’s emotional whirlwind at the moment.

Anime Ichigo seems mildly troubled by this situation.

Also didnt you like worry about a random girl’s life before your family’s, what’s with the sudden “OF COURSE I WANT TO SAVE MY FAMILY”.

This whole page of explanation 

is reduced to 

Which I can understand pacing wise, but like....I’ll take it over those 6 minutes of filler that derailed the logic of this episode so....? Also would’ve loved to hear Ichigo’s heartbeat overwhelm the scene.

Ichigo’s fear is ignored once again, and this heartwarming scene where his resolve is finally made is like, non-existent

Manga Ichigo supremacy.

They basically just skip to it in the anime lmao, thanks.

Also...confident much, Ichigo? Why??

Anime Ichigo can never live up to manga Ichigo’s charm sigh...

Sir show some emotions (nitpick)

Anyway yeah. End of episode 1. 

I didnt think this would be this draining, but here we are. 

If you’ve followed along you can see how in a world where the Bleach manga didnt exist...the anime would be fine. Yet at random ass steps they make these needless changes that just ripple throughout into nonsense. Those 6 minutes of screentime that they dedicated to Rukia and Ichigo meeting earlier could’ve just been used....for literally anything else they cut out. 

I’m so tired, thank you for reading this far!! Bye!!

[turinn]

A Night Out

Mammon x GN!Reader

Summary: Mammon discovers a club holding a night to celebrate human culture, and decides maybe his human could use a little of that. Fluff, alcohol consumption, cuddling, Satan being a bastard at the end. A/N: This is my first Obey Me fic!! I’ll admit, I don’t know Mammon that well as he’s not one of my best boys, and I’m not even sure where the idea for this came from. It just popped into my mind, and I’m not one to turn down inspiration. I can’t make promises for characterisation, but I tried my best! Also I know literally nothing about nightclubs I just made shit up sorry.

"Hey, MC!! Open up will ya?" You groaned, pulling yourself out of bed. Mammon better have a damn good reason for nearly knocking your door down at... okay it was only 8PM, but still! Sometimes you just wanted an early night. You probably should've learned by now that that was far too much to ask in this house. You paid no mind to the fact that you were in your pyjamas, or the fact that they weren't the most modest of clothes. It was a warm night, so it didn't even register in your mind that you would be showing Mammon far more than he bargained for when you tugged the door open and glared at him. "What is it, Mammon? I don't have any money." His cheeks tinted pink at the sight of you, but the last comment brought his composure back just fine. "Why d'ya have to assume I'm after money? I'm here to do something nice and ya throw it in my face!" You rolled your eyes at his theatrics, though your interest was piqued. "It's a fair assumption, isn't it? Anyway, what do you want, then? I was about to sleep." "At 8PM? Laaaaame. Listen, when ya hear what I have to say, ya won't be worrying about sleep!" Mammon grinned at you, taking a few seconds to realise that your silence was an indicator for him to continue. "There's this club having some kind of event- ain't the kind of place I'd usually be seen dead in but apparently theres some kind a' market for human culture here, an' they're capitalising on it. Figured ya might be interested." His grin only got wider, he looked so proud of himself for thinking this up. Truth be told, it did interest you, if only to find out what exactly demons trying to hold an event based on 'human culture' looked like. Considering the sheer size and diversity of humanity and it's culture, creating anything both inclusive and cohesive sounded borderline impossible. You nodded, shutting the door and reappearing a few minutes later fully dressed. Mammons cheeks seemed to get even pinker, though he would never acknowledge it. Your club attire was vastly different from your casual wear, and he had not been expecting you to look so good. "Coming...?" The question seemed to bring his brain back into his body, causing him to realise you'd walked past him and were waiting at the top of the stairs. 

The walk there was pleasant, warm evenings in the devildom were often quite nice, and spending time with Mammon when he wasn't scheming or trying to scam someone was something you'd grown to enjoy. Hopefully, things would stay that way.

The club in question was tucked away down an alley, honestly a little skeevy-looking, and you couldn't help but think that if Lucifer saw Mammon bring you here you'd be greeting him hanging upside down the next morning. Luckily for both of you, it was just the two of you. Before long you had a drink in your hand, though you couldn't identify it just from looking. A quick sip told you it was your favourite, and you briefly wondered how Mammon knew what drink you tended to go for when you went to clubs back home.

Honestly, you had to give the club its due. They seemed dedicated to making sure your senses weren't too thoroughly abused- the lights were bright enough to see while dim enough to keep the atmosphere and the colours changed often, but they weren't harsh at all and the music was loud but not deafening- and indeed to the theme. While most nightclubs around the world had similarities, the club had seemingly gone out of its way to at least represent some different cultures. All of them would be near impossible, but you hadn't been anticipating much of an attempt at all. The songs played varied in both language and genre, while keeping the upbeat tempo generally expected in a club; the drinks menu, which was extensive, offered an almost flooringly wide range. Given you'd been expecting some trussed up version of a generic western nightclub- something no different to any place in London you'd pay out your ears to get into only to leave an hour later because the music was shit, or some drunkard had tried to steal your phone- this was rather impressive. You grinned at Mammon as a song you knew and loved came on, and dragged him out to dance with you. With the drink not yet kicking in, you weren't as bold as you could be, and stood a few feet away from him, singing along quietly while you danced. Mammon really, really wanted to dance with you properly. His hands on your hips, you smiling at him, preferably leading to your lips on his a little later on- but admitting that? That he wanted to dance with a human? That that was his entire reason for even bringing you here? Never. He had a reputation to uphold! He was in luck, though. A few drinks in and another song you absolutely adored and you were all over him. Or at least, thats how he’d tell the story in future. In truth, you'd simply stepped close enough to him that he got the hint and put his hands on your waist, hoping the lighting was low enough that you wouldn't notice his blush. From this close, the grin on your face was even more brilliant, your laughter and occasional gentle singing reaching his ears easier, and... well, he thought everything about you was beautiful. Not that you'd ever hear it from him.

As the night wound down and the alcohol started to make you more sleepy than anything else, you hooked your hand in his and dragged him home. Your cheeks were still red from the drinks and exertion when you stepped into the light of the House of Lamentation, and the notes of tiredness he could spot in your eyes somehow added to your overall cuteness. Kissing you was pretty much the only thing on his mind as you turned to him and thanked him for the evening, but before he could make his move you'd turned back and headed up the stairs, hand still in his. He noted it was his room you made a beeline for, not yours, and the two of you collapsed onto his bed in unison- which made the fact that you somehow ended up lying on top of him super odd, but he wasn't about to complain. "I had a really good time tonight. Thank you, Mammon." "'Course ya did, you were with me." Your soft giggle was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard. "Hey... this was a date, right?" Sincerity and hope filled your eyes as you waited for an answer, and his heart clenched. Did you want this to be a date? "I mean... if that's what ya wanna think then sure, it was a date." That blinding grin graced your features once again and you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, doing the same to his other when he didn't pull away. His eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere but you as he flushed, and it wasn't until he made eye contact with you again a few moments later that you finally planted one on his lips. Were this some corny romcom, he might've said he felt like he'd somehow ended up back in the celestial realm (he'd never admit he was thinking it), for all the joy that filled him when you did so. He stuttered for a moment when you pulled back, but you gave him no time to begin boasting to save face before you settled into his arms and let sleep overtake you. Mammown as more than happy to join you, a soft smile gracing his features. His human was so cute.

Waking up the next morning, his D.D.D had blown up with notifications from the House of Lamentation group chat. Just his luck that the reason for such activity happened to be a picture of the two of you sleeping that Satan had snapped earlier. He'd have to have words with his little brother about respecting boundaries and learning to knock. (The hypocrisy of such a lecture was lost on him.)

[juliecarstairs6]

The Intern Chapter One

Pairing: L x reader

Summary: Y/N has been an intern for six months now at the Japanse Police station. But she decides to stay after a mysterious killer appears with the nickname kira. And it could also have something to do with that strange man she met in a coffee shop.

words: 1353 words

Warnings: None 

Y/A = Your alias.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the plot.

F/dessert = Your favorite dessert

F/D = Your favorite drink

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“Altough there is a 70 % change I won’t enjoy this I suppose trying won’t hurt anyone.” He is probably right we don’t know each other and it will must certainly be akward but my gut is telling me to talk to him get to know him. “Alright let’s get a table.” He nods and goes to tables in the back of the cafe I hope this goes well but even if it turns out bad I won’t see him much more and nothing can spoil my mood this afternoon is gonna be so epic. “Mmm you are smiling why?” I look up at his face he is analyzing me again. I hate lying but I have no choice I can’t just say I am going to a world wide conference being held to catch Kira, no he might be a kira fan these days you can’t be careful enough. “Oh well I just got a great oppertunity at my job and it’s already this afternoon I was just thinking how lucky I am.” he shrugs and responds “I don’t believe in luck I believe in capabilty and I think their is 87 % chance you earned and after this meeting it might increase or decrease.” I smile at him because I think that was a compliment and I feel like he doesn’t give them a lot. 

We sit down at a normal table with chairs I prefer the sofas but I don’t dear to say anything I don’t want to scare him away. His shoes is he removing his shoes yes he is and he is squatting in his seat this is unusual and I love it altleast he isn’t boring. Their hangs a silence and it’s quite akward but I am not ready to give up. “What is youre name?” His eyes flicker with fear. Why fear? Kira ofcourse he must be scared to give out his name this makes him smart what I already suggested seeing how he speaks with percentages. Biting his thumb he answers “My name is Ryuzaki and I hope that saying that won’t cause a problem. And now that you know my name I’d like to know yours?”. He is clearly analyzing me but I don’t mind since I am doing the exact same thing. “My name is Y/A. But I want to get to know you.” Once I need to learn to bite my tongue but this time I thank my boldness as he is shocked to say the least and I think I have triggered his interest. “Why? You are very peculiar you have been analyzing me and I want to know why you want to know me. Normally people avoid me, why are you different?”. I gave him a grin and I see him leaning closer to me intrigued by me like I am intrigued. “I don’t really know it’s just my gut feeling telling me to get to know you. Do you want to know me?” He doesn’t hesitate, “Yes.”

The waitress came 3 minutes later and we ordered and fell in an casual conversation. He ordered a strawberry cheescake and a vanilla milkshake and I ordered F/dessert and F/D. Kind, cute, and a genius that is how I would describe him. My assumptions about him being bad at talking were wrong as I have been talking to him for an hour and half. “It saddens me that I have to end this but I need to go back to work. I’ll ask for the bill.” He bites his thumb and is he going to just ignore me all of the sudden doesn’t he believe me? “I recall that it is polite of me to pay so I shall pay for you cause despite me calculations I liked your company and if you would like I’d love to do it again.” Now I’m shocked he is a gentleman and wants to meet me again today may have been the best day I’ve had in a while. Not that I like like him it’s just friendly. “I’d love to see you again and thank you for paying. Oh I forgot what is your job so it will be easier to pick a date?” He smiles and I feel my heart flutter just friendly like Matsuda. “I have my own bussiness may I have your phone I’ll put my number in it so we can discuss our next meeting.” I give him a smile and my phone. As he types his number in his phone I think of what kind of bussiness he has nothing clothing wise for sure maby an invesment bussiness it would explain him talking with percentages. He returns my phone and gives me another smile maby I have the slight crush on him maby. I should pull myself together I have a meeting to attend. “Cya Ryuzkai.” “Goodbye Y/A”

Shit I talked to long to him I only have 30 more minutes to get to the world conference. But he intruiged me and he is also cute even tho he dresses like a homeless guy. I have to get him out of my head I need to 100 percent concentrated for this I only have one chance I can’t make a fool out of myself.

Shit I talked to long to him I only have 30 more minutes to get to the world conference. But he intruiged me and he is also cute even tho he dresses like a homeless guy. I have to get him out of my head I need to 100 percent concentrated for this I only have one chance I can’t make a fool out of myself.

What a dissapointment nobody knows where Kira could be or what to do next. If he doesn’t get sloppy he might win. As my hope of catching him fades I see a man entering holding a laptop. “You think he is late ?” I shake my head “No I don’t think anyone would be so late to this kind of event, no he knows something.” Yagami nods he agrees with me. The man speaks “Hello my name is Watari and I am here on behalf of L. He has looked in the case and would like to work with the Japanese police.” L no way the L working with ous. Kira is dead now L has sloved so many cases that had seem unsolveable. “Who is L?”  I roll my eyes at Matsu as the chief explains it to him. 

“Please be quit L will be talking to you now.” Oh shit oh shit this just got even more stressfull. “Greetings to everyone here at the ICPO I am L. This has to be the most complex and hard case I have come across and also brutal. I will stop this killer but I need the coorparation of the ICPO and more specifiaclly the Japanese police.” Why us why Japan the Chief and Matsu stand up in shock well thats stupid I don’t think he can see us. But knowing him he is watching us as he speaks. The cief asks the question on my mind “Why Japan ?” “That is because the killer or killers are located in Japan. I can prove this to you with a direct confrontation with the killer.” Is he serious how can he do that? Anyways I am not complaining he has chosen Japan maby I can even meet him or just talk to him like this. Stop this obessing this is still a mass murderer we are trying to catch. 

“Can we trust him he didn’t even explain his plan he just asked for someone on death row what is he up to?” Matsu looks concerned and tired and I should feel the same yet I am full of energy. “Matsu we won’t know if we can trust him till after this is over. But my gut is telling me we can trust him. Besides do we even have another choice?” He shakes his head and at that I see the convict sitting in a chair what is L up to?