#damn i guess my high school years really were formative

[dominateeye]

Why do I miss Frankie & Benny's

[strangemaleswaps]

Strange Cop Dad Swap

I made my way to the kitchen, expecting some good alcohol since Brittney was rich. Holy shit! There was a huge variety of everything! Now THIS is what I expected at a college party! Who fucking cared if I wasn't even in college yet, or old enough to drink? This shit is crazy!

"What would you like my good sir?" asked some random guy at the table. I didn't think he was an actual bartender, since he was wearing normal clothes. Probably just some weirdo.

"Oh I dunn-" I didn't even finish my sentence when he put something into a shaker and poured it into a red plastic cup. He then handed it to me. Well, I guess if I'm at a college party, I gotta act like a college party guy. I chugged it all down in a second. Suddenly my throat burned like hell.

"Fuck man, one step at a time! Save the chugging for cheap beer. These drinks are classier." He poured me another. "This time baby steps my man."

I was kinda mad, but accepted the drink anyway. I walked back into the living room where people were on the dance floor. I saw my buddy Trent dancing with yet another random girl he just met. I swear that dude solely exists to break hearts.

"Hey! Garrett! Did you get the drinks?

"I got one. If you want one, go get it yourself."

"Ah fuck you! But seriously though aren't you scared your dad's gonna show up? I mean he IS a cop around here."

"Probably not. I'm sure there's lots of parties going on right now. What are the chances that he'd come to this one?” I noticed someone started talking to Brittney. It must've been bad because she widened her eyes and turned the music off. With the new silence in the room, we could hear the blaring police sirens outside.

"Shit who called the cops?" Someone said. The door opened and none other than my stupid dad appeared. His ugly bald head reflected the multicolored lights and he looked around at everyone, while I tried to hide myself behind the crowd. Beside him was the sheriff, Marty. My dad may have been good friends with Marty but he didn’t have to bring the fucking sheriff for something as simple as this.

"Allright allright, party's over. Nobody's getting arrested as long as you cooperate." Everyone started walking out the door and I was exposed. My dad widened his eyes when he noticed me.

"Garrett?! What the fuck are you doing? You know better than that!" He just HAD to start the lecture NOW out of all times, embarrassing me in front of everyone.

"What? I can't come to a party now?"

"Don't try excuses on me! I saw that cup in your hand. What? You expect me to believe that's water? Get in the car. Everybody else move it!” We both started walking outside while Marty stayed to lead the others.

Inside the police car, we were silent for a while until he blew up on me once again.

"I can't believe you were fucking underage drinking! Do you have any idea how irresponsible you are?! You're in your senior year of high school. Do you really think that’s going to be a good habit when you go to college?! You're grounded until graduation. I don't care how harsh that sounds. Graduation you hear?” I knew that nothing I said would change anything so I kept my mouth shut the rest of the car ride. 

Back at home, we said nothing to each other as I walked up to my room and slammed the door. About an hour went by and I heard a knock, followed by my dad coming in.

"Hey."

"Go away."

"I just wanted to say that I overreacted a bit back there. It made me so angry seeing the type of person you might’ve ended up as." He was fumbling with his wedding ring. I don't know why he keeps it on anyway. I never knew my mom, and it's clear my dad is divorced so why does he wear a damn wedding ring? He needs to find a girlfriend or something!

“You have no idea how stressful it is! Why can’t I go to some little party just to unwind?”

“I was young once too! I just don’t want you to go down a bad path. You have so much more to learn. This isn’t a good habit to form when you go to college.” It was then that I blew up on him.

“Hey at least I am going to college! Unlike a certain dumbass cop…” His eyes widened and I saw nothing but pure anger on his face,

"I was going to shorten your grounding sentence, but after that attitude not anymore!" He then slammed the door once again.

Trent texted me a bit later, asking if I was going to be able to go to Brittney’s homecoming party. Shit! I forgot about that! There was no way I was going to miss it so we devised a plan for me to sneak out.

The night arrived and I had my plan all set. Trent was going to call the cops on some other party to lure my dad away. When he leaves, Trent will come and pick me up and it's party time! I was in my room pretending to be bored, when right on schedule, my dad came in.

"I got another dumbass party to shut down so stay here, and don't even think about leaving this room. You're still grounded." He had a serious look in his eye.

"Sure sure. I'll be good," I said sarcastically. I looked out the window and as soon as his car was out of sight, I texted Trent. Within minutes he arrived. I quickly got dressed and he picked me up.

"Dude, you're either the bravest guy ever, or the stupidest."

"Hey, I won't stay too long. Just enough to see what it's like really. And then I'll be back in my room before he comes home."

The house was easily twice as packed as the last party, it was incredible. Brittney came down the stairs and approached me with a confused look on her face.

"Hey, wait I thought you were grounded or something. Aren't you afraid your dad is gonna come back? He better not."

"Nah, relax. He's doing some other stupid police work. I won't stay too long anyway."

"Allright, if you say so."

I went to the kitchen, like last time, to find an even bigger variety of drinks! Nobody else was in there so I thought I'd experiment myself this time. I picked up the shaker and started pouring drinks, even though I didn't know what the hell they were. But I didn't care! I'm just glad I was able to sneak away from my dad. I tried the drink and…well it was actually awful. Oh well. I headed to the dance floor and started showing off my moves. I could hear everyone cheering me on until I felt a bit faint. The last thing I remembered was falling over and a couple people looking at me concerned.

When I opened my eyes, I was outside in the dark. What happened? Was I that drunk and they kicked me out? I felt pretty normal though. I walked back up to the door. When I closed it, a draft flew in, which was especially cold on my head for some reason. I let out a deep breath and when I turned around, everyone was staring at me. But it wasn't the type of confused stare I expected; it was a terrified stare. The music stopped and it felt like they were staring into my soul.

"Uh, I'm ok now.” My voice sounded really weird. There was an awkward silence until someone shouted in the back.

"Well party's over…AGAIN!" As everyone started walking out, I noticed Brittney was yelling at someone on the floor.

"Nah, fuck you Garrett. You're not allowed here again. Get up!" Weird coincidence that there was a guy with the same name as me on the dance floor too. As the crowd cleared, I felt a chill down my back as I found “Garrett” looked exactly like me! He seemed to be unconscious. When I approached him and Brittney, she looked up at me…which was weird because we were the same height. Did she get shorter or something?

"Oh uh, he didn't get beat up or anything bad. Just had a few drinks I guess." She spoke so compliantly, unlike the normal way she gives me attitude with every sentence. I noticed the guy on the floor was wearing my clothes too. He didn't just look like me, he WAS me! Was he a clone or something? What's going on? A breeze came through the still-opened door and hit my head again. Why is it so cold up there? I touched the back of my head, and felt a smooth spot. What the fuck? I searched around for my hair…for ANY hair! But all I could find was a smooth bald head. It couldn't be…I looked down at myself and found I was wearing a police officer's uniform, complete with the badge and full utility belt. Brittney stared at me, concerned.

"Is uh everything all right, officer?" No no! Don't call me that!

"I uh, can I use your bathroom?"

"Uh yeah, it's up the stairs and to the left."

As I made my way up and through the hallway, I stared down at my hands, noticing eerily similar things - a wedding ring and a watch that looked exactly like the one my dad wore. I opened the bathroom door and quickly locked it. I gazed into the mirror to find my fears had come true. I turned into my dad!

I grabbed my cheeks and tried pinching them, to make sure it wasn't all a prank and I was just wearing a mask, but nope. I could feel it all. It was real. Fuck! I saw how smooth and shiny my head was; I knew he shaved his head every morning, but I didn't realize how smooth doing that actually made it. It's like a fuckin bowling ball. I hate this! I had long hair before and now it's just all gone! It was freezing up there! I hated cops, so it was really uncomfortable wearing an officer's uniform too.

"Hey are you ok in there?" It was Brittney. I faked a flush and washed my hands.

"Is Garrett still asleep?" It felt weird referring to myself in the 3rd person.

"Yeah he won't wake up."

"I'll just carry him to the car."

Brittany walked to the kitchen, probably to clean up the alcohol before I saw the amount of it. When I got to the living room, I found Marty standing there. He looked up when he approached me and pointed at me. 

“Hey you! What do you think you’re doing?” Shit. Does he know?! 

“I’m sorry I-” He turned his fake frown into a smile.

“Don’t be. Sometimes we just can’t let anything else come before our duty. Even me.” He leaned over to kiss me. What?! What’s going on? “I guess we’ll have to reschedule that date to some other time.”

A date? Does this mean the whole time, my dad was gay? And for Marty? Was the whole wedding ring thing a facade? Marty actually had one too so maybe they both did it to prevent a scandal within the police department or something? I snapped back to reality when I noticed Marty was still waiting for an answer.

“Uh yeah, sure. Of course!”

“Good! Let me know!” He rubbed my bald head. It was then that I started getting hard …my dad's cock was getting hard. Marty wasn’t my type though! But suddenly the thought of him was making me feel good. Is this because I'm in my dad's body or because he's flirting with me? 

I picked up..myself..off the dance floor and put him over my shoulder. I walked over to my dad's police car, and reached into my pocket for the keys to open it. I placed…myself inside, buckled him in, took my phone out of his pocket, and sat down in the driver's seat. I always hated my dad and hated cops in general but it felt pretty awesome actually sitting in the driver's seat of a police car. Like one of those movies where they have to steal one to save the world or something. The flashing lights were still on, but luckily I knew how to turn them off. I pressed the button and began driving home.

When I got home, I picked up my body once again, and carried him. It didn't really occur to me earlier, but if I'm in my dad's body, does this mean he's in my body? Fuck, I can't stand the thought of my dad going around embarrassing me in front of everyone! But he still hadn't woken up yet. What if whatever magical spell made us swap was keeping him asleep? But if he does wake up I need somewhere to put him at least. I walked upstairs and towards his room, and placed him on his own bed. I guess that'll do. I went over to my own room and plopped onto my bed, the pillow feeling extra comfy touching my bare head. I rubbed it again, actually kinda enjoying how it felt. Even though the body belongs to my dad, I'm still borrowing it right now. So I guess I have the freedom to touch myself anywhere. Not that I would want to go…down there. That's my dad's cock, gross! But I'm gonna need to jerk off eventually; I'm already feeling kinda horny now…but why? The thought of Marty crossed my mind and I suddenly was imagining him naked. Shit, not this again. He kinda was cute though, in like a lame cop kinda way. Man, I honestly wanna fuck him now.

At this point my cock was getting so stiff that I could barely take it. I started stripping, taking the heavy utility belt off first. Each garment came off until I was just in my dad's boxers.

I can't believe I was about to do this. I felt around my new dad bod, then peeled the underwear down to see my dad's cock. It was actually pretty big, maybe like 10 inches or so! So nasty…but I had to focus on the thought of Marty to stay hard. I took the underwear off so I was fully nude, laid down on my bed and started jerking it. I imagined Marty cornering me against the wall, kissing me until he grabbed my cock. He then got down on his knees and started sucking it until…I was pulled out of my fantasy and came. The white load shot all over my bed, much further than I could ever do in my body! After the climax wore off, I realized how gross it was that my dad's cum was all over my bed. But it felt so good! Actually, I have no clue how long I'm gonna be like this, or how long my dad is going to stay asleep so I could definitely take over his life for a bit. I'm not grounded anymore! Even better, I guess I'm a cop now so I have power and authority! I took my dad's phone - I mean MY phone - and called up Marty.

"Hey Marty, I have an idea…”

[teag-writes]

Teachers Pet

guess who's back!! me!! yay!! umm another request from my pookie bear @etherealhozier so thank her for this one! (also apologies for the unoriginal ass title, i couldnt think of anything else so yeah!!)

cw: age gap (20 sumthing years idk i cant do math!), pet names, thigh riding, cumming on leg (yum), i think thats it!!

You knew from a small age you wanted to catch “bad guys” for a living. Which is why immediately after you graduated high school, you had already enrolled in one of the criminal behavioural classes at the college you attended, as one of your main classes.  

After about a month of being at your university, you had settled in quite nicely as you got to know all of your teachers and other classmates. Now the love for criminal activity and all things crime being the main reason you were attending college, you promised yourself that you wouldn’t let anything get in your way. 

Until you saw him. Dr. Reid, or more formally known as the FBI agent turned professor, was the one who taught you and everyone else all about the interesting subject. He was tall, slender and had dark hair, and even darker eyes like he was hiding something. The way he talked so passionately about his life in the BAU made your stomach swirl. 

You knew this was completely wrong, having a crush on a man who was at least in his mid 40s, while you were in your early 20s. It almost disgusted you, the things you thought of letting him do to you, bending you over and smack-

“(Y/n). Are you paying attention?” A stern but quiet voice interrupted your daydreams as you looked at the man in front of you. 

“Yes sir. Sorry.” You said embarrassed. If he could read minds, you’d sure as hell be in a lot of trouble. 

He pursed his lips at you, forming a smile and giving you a nod and continued teaching. You groaned quietly, knowing this would be a long semester. 

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After class, you’d packed your things up and were about to head off to your dorm for study time, when you were halted by a call of your name. 

“(Y/n). Can I speak to you for a moment?” Your professor had caught you red handed and you knew you were done for as you walked over to his desk, after he shut the door. 

“Your attention span has been decreasing lately. Is everything at home okay? Anyone bothering you?” He seemed genuinely concerned for you as he asked you. 

“No sir. Everything’s fine. I’m just… it’s hard to pay attention in class.” Your tone slipped out more seductive than it should’ve and you knew damn well what you were doing was wrong, but you couldn’t care less. Spencer swallowed harshly, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as you spoke to him. 

“Oh? Why’s that (y/n)? I’m not boring you, am I?” He said with a raspy laugh that made your stomach flip. 

“No, not at all sir. If anything,” you said looking him up and down. “It’s quite the opposite.” 

You were so nervous with what you were doing right now that you felt like throwing up. You took a step closer to the man in front of you and looked at him. 

“No. Stop.” He whispered out. “This is utterly inappropriate and so, so wrong.” He stopped you in your tracks and you started at him with embarrassment and guilt. 

“Shit, I’m… I’m gonna go.” You quickly grabbed your things and rushed out the door, Spencer yelling after you but you didn’t turn back. 

That night in your dorm, you couldn’t stop thinking about what happened as you got so frustrated with yourself. But within a few seconds, an idea popped into your head. If he really wanted you, you’d have to make him show you. And that’s exactly what you were going to do. 

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The next day for class, you’d almost forgotten about what had happened when you remembered your plan. Make him want you. You thought to yourself if this was really what you wanted to do, yet you went through with the plan. You jumped out of your current skirt and replaced it with another, shorter, smaller one as you did the same with your shirt. You popped open the first few buttons and let your hair fall loosely over your shoulders, and decided to go with a dark red lipstick, with well as a pair of heels as you walked to class. 

Everyone had their eyes on you. Teachers, students, hell, everyone was gawking at you in awe. Whispers of shock fled peoples mouths as you walked into class and took a seat. You sat front row, as you always do, and waited for class to begin. The moment Spencer walked in, you stopped breathing, remembering that this was all for him. 

“Good morning class…” Spencer trailed off of his sentence as he saw you, and let out a choked cough.  “Pardon me, I must’ve had something in my throat. Please take out your notebooks, we will be talking notes today.” The whole entire time Spencer was speaking, he didn’t take his eyes off you once. And that continued throughout the whole lesson. 

By the time class was done, everyone had made their way out as you remained last again, trying to pack up quickly when an angry seeming voice halted you once again. 

“(Y/n). We need to talk.” Spencer didn’t seem impressed at all, but that only filled you with more lust. You gave him a warm, innocent smile and sat back down as he closed his door again. 

“Is something wrong, Dr?” You batted your eyelashes at Spencer and you hated every second of it, but you needed him. 

“Don’t call me that.” He had a furious look on his face, as he stepped closer towards you. “What’s going on with you today? The makeup and clothes, I mean.” 

You playfully spoke back to him as he asked you a question. “I don’t know what you mean.”

He groaned as you spoke to him, tipping his head back slightly. “Don’t play dumb with me, (y/n). You know what you’re doing.” 

He lunged forward to you and grabbed your wrist, hard but not too hard. 

“Is it working, Dr?” You purred back at him, and that only made things worse as he gently put his hand around your neck. 

“Yes. Yes it is, (y/n). Your little “whore” getup makes me sick. God, you don’t know what you do to me.” He said growling back at you. As he continued his grip on your neck, another hand made its way down to your legs and stopped at your heat. 

“Fucking soaked. Bet you’ve thought about this hm? Me pinning you against this wall and fucking you raw?” 

You moaned at his harsh, lustful words as he continued circling your clit through your panties. His grip tightened when you didn’t answer, making you squeal loudly. 

“Answer me. Have you thought about this, (y/n)? 

“Yes.” Was all you managed to breathe out. 

“Atta girl.” He praised you as he let go of your neck, sitting back down his desk chair. You stared at him with confusion, not knowing what to do. 

“C’mere.” He patted his thigh and motioned you to come sit on his lap. You immediately complied, straddling yourself right over his bulge, making you gasp. 

“If you want this so bad, you’ll get off on my thigh while I grade these papers.” He cooed gently at you, moving the hair out of your face. The angry man that was there seconds ago, was now gone. You whimpered at his command, as you knew you were going to have to work for it. 

“I know baby, I know. You’ll be okay.” He praised softly, as he leaned in for a kiss. You let his tongue swipe yours, as his teeth grazed your bottom lip, making you moan. He pulled apart from the kiss and you groaned at the loss of contact. 

“I know you wanted me to fuck you, but there’s consequences when you come into my office dressed like that. I’m being nice and at least letting you get off, hm? Such a good girl.” 

You couldn’t even be mad at him, his sweet tone had taken complete control over you. You started moving your hips against his leg, slowly and painfully, eliciting a moan from your lips that only made him twitch under you. You slowly started to speed up your movements, already feeling your muscles spasm over his cock. His hands made their way from the papers on his desk to your hips, moving them expertly against his leg. He saw that you were getting tired, so he naturally bucked his leg repeatedly into your wet cunt. 

The familiar coil in your stomach began to break apart and you came tortuously hard on his leg with a loud moan, not caring if anyone heard. He bucked his leg into you again, riding you through your orgasm as you let out sweet little whimpers. 

“Shh shh, I’ve got you baby. It’s okay. Good girl.” All the little praises he mumbled to you made you needy enough to come again, but you couldn’t. Instead, you sit there with your head on his shoulder, all fucked out because of him. 

[stxrmylxve]

First time w/ shuji hanma 🤭

pairing: hanma x gn!reader

Notes: heavy smut (duh), dacryphilia, cussing, mentions of a belly bulge, teasing

A/N: you literally are the best i was just thinking about him omg 🙏🙏

Special Mentions: @sleepysnk @sin-and-punishment

“Damn, you mean you’ve never fucked someone?”

“Well I’m sure you have since you think you’re so handsome, huh?”

“If that was an insult, I took it as a compliment, y/n.”

This useless argument had started from simply playing truth or dare on a late school night. You should have been studying, but who cares, you didn’t like the class anyways.

“Want me to be your first?” hanma asks nonchalantly, making you almost choke on your drink and cough.

“What? Why would you say that?” you ask, wiping around your mouth with a frown.

“Well I’m not dumb, I’ve seen the way you look at me.” hanma barks out a laugh as your face went beet red. You pondered the thought as hanma went and grabbed another drink, considering the pros and cons of it.

I mean, it was tempting. You have had a small schoolgirl crush on him for years now, something you thought would go away, so maybe this would kill it down once and for all?

“Let’s do it.” you blurt as soon as he walks into the room, plopping down onto the bed as the surprised man came fully into the room and shut the door.

“Really?” he asks, almost wordering if you were teasing, as you nodded your head.

“Sure, why not? I’ve got nothing to loose besides my virginity here.” you say with a grin as he sighs.

“Let me guess, you don’t own condoms?” hanma deadpans as your smile drops.

“I’ll go grab some from up the street. Just prep yourself while I’m gone.” he brushes your frown off as he grabs his phone and walks out.

“Well? Saying how much of a fuckin’ crybaby you have been with your whining and all, I’d say you’ve been enjoying yourself.” hanma comments as he presses down on your stomach, watching in awe as your head gets thrown back again.

“I-ngh- jeez!” you exclaim as you shoot him a glare, making his face light up with a grin as he takes his hand away.

“Why do you act so mighty? Your face looks beautifully fucked out, just for me. Want me to take a video to show you?” hanma coos as he reaches for his phone, his eyes not straying away for a second of your trembling figure as he admires the love marks he had made along your neck. His eyes flickered down to his wrists, small crescents being etched into the top of his hand as your face twisted.

“Oh? You gonna’ cream on this cock? Fuckin’ do it baby.” hanma says as you let out a small whine, your hips coming up via his bruising grip as he angles himself even deeper.

“You son of a- agh” you call out as an orgasm tears through you, hanma at least having the courtesy to slow down so you could go through your high.

“See? That wasn’t so bad.” he says with a groan, doubling over into your chest.

The creaking of the door is heard from downstairs as hanma sighs, getting off of your now sleeping form. He quickly cleans you up and writes a small note, hopping out of the window before he was caught.

Though it was short and sloppy, it wasn’t the worst for your first. Plus, he needed a good high like that. And a video to jerk off to. I mean, you nodded your head saying he could have it so, oh well.

In the morning, you woke up to a sticky-note with his number and a sloppy ‘we should do that again’ at the bottom.

[towine]

[alhaitham/cyno] an elaboration on form

modern restaurant au / pre-relationship / oneshot / 1.5k

notes: look i binged the bear and i have feelings. i had the idea of alhaitham inheriting the family restaurant after his grandmother passed, and i had to get this out of my system.

maybe the real restaurant was the found family we made along the way!!! bone apple teeth

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Cyno finds Alhaitham out back, crouched in the alleyway with a lit cigarette.

“Dehya didn’t burn the kitchen down,” Cyno announces by way of a greeting.

“Really? That’s too bad.” Smoke billows out of Alhaitham’s mouth as he speaks. “Guess we’re running dinner service after all.”

Cyno huffs and sits beside him. He’s not wearing his apron. His hair is still tied up, a white tail high on the back of his head. They’ve done this a few times before—sat in the alleyway in silence, nothing but the sounds of the city and the clang of pans in the kitchen just behind them. Cyno normally tilts his head back to look at the sky, but today he looks at Alhaitham. His stare has always been discomfitingly piercing. Sharp as a filet knife.

“So lunch was a shitshow,” Cyno says.

The surprise of it makes Alhaitham cough on a laugh.

“It’s been a shitshow since we re-opened last week,” he says, tapping the ashes off his cigarette. “Not sure what you think is different now.”

“Please. Dehya nearly triggered the fire suppression system twice. Kaveh threw a whisk at you when you told him to remake the creme pat. And Collei cried in the walk in.”

“She always does that.”

“No,” Cyno corrects, “she always goes into the walk in to stop herself before she starts crying. This time she actually did.”

“God,” Alhaitham mutters and scrubs a hand over his face. “Okay, so it was a shitshow.”

“Growing pains,” Cyno says wisely. “New staff, new menu. We’ll get it eventually.”

“Not all of them are new,” Alhaitham says. “Some of them came with the territory.”

Dehya grilled him when Alhaitham first walked through the front door—something about his high and mighty attitude, never showing his face here in all the years since he graduated culinary school. She was protective of this place, possibly even more than Alhaitham. It wasn’t easy for her to see it change, especially under the hands of someone she considered a near stranger.

Alhaitham could have fired her. He could have done a lot of things, like sold the damn place and returned to his role as Chef de Cuisine at Azar’s restaurant, Divinity. He could have returned to having all his flaws picked apart: every smudged plate, every lagging ticket, every misplacement of micro basil, lemon zest, agar.

No. Going back was never an option. Neither was selling the restaurant, or firing Dehya. Maybe that stubbornness will be Alhaitham’s downfall, but right now, it’s the only thing keeping the restaurant standing. There’s something here, in the dishes that hold all the flavors of home to him. A solid foundation, something worth elevating.

It’s just taking a little longer than he hoped to get everyone else on board. Like Cyno said: growing pains.

Alhaitham takes another long drag of his cigarette, then says, “I’ve been meaning to ask you, Cyno. Why here?”

Cyno blinks. “What?”

“This place isn’t exactly on its best legs.” Alhaitham watches his smoke swirl into arabesques in the air. “It was in the red even before it came to my hands. A résumé like yours, this doesn’t seem like the logical step forward. I was desperate for a sous chef and you were the first one that didn’t cower when I interviewed you, so I didn’t point it out then. But still, I did wonder what you were even doing here. Now I’m asking. What are you even doing here?”

Cyno blinks at Alhaitham, then turns his gaze to the ground, a pensive expression on his face.

“I will tell you,” he says, “only if you promise not to laugh at what a sentimental fool it makes me.”

“Do I strike you as someone who laughs?” Alhaitham says dryly.

“You laughed when Kaveh made that eclair that looked like a di—”

“That’s because Kaveh is an idiot.”

“It was for the table with that rude guest,” Cyno reminds him.

“I remember.” Alhaitham’s mouth twitches. “Yes, they deserved it. But there was no way I was going to serve that.”

“A pity,” Cyno says. “It still tasted good though.”

“Anyway,” Alhaitham says loudly. “You were going to explain why you’re here.”

“Yes.” Cyno clears his throat. “Well. It probably doesn’t surprise you to hear that I knew who you were, even before we met.”

Alhaitham shrugs a shoulder. So his name has been printed in a culinary magazine or two. It’s never really mattered to him, but it does mean his reputation precedes him.

“So, what, you wanted a peek behind the curtain?” he asks.

“Not exactly. I just—” Cyno sucks in a breath. “I used to walk by here a lot when I was young. Foster kid. Moved around the city a lot.”

“Ah.” Alhaitham’s not sure what to say.

Cyno waves a hand. “It was a long time ago. But I had no money. And I would walk home from school and see this place on my way home. I was always told it was rude to watch others eat, but, well. The food looked good. It always did. One day, someone was eating at a window seat and she caught me staring. Instead of scolding me, she invited me inside. She sat me at a table, brought me a plate of the same thing she was eating. It turned out she was the owner.”

“My grandmother,” Alhaitham says quietly.

Cyno nods. “It was such a long time ago, I don’t even remember what the dish was. But at the time, it was the best meal I ever had. Sometimes I still think it is. It made me want to know how to make food taste this good. Made me want to learn so I can share it with others.” He exhales, looking up at the sky. “Then, of course, I was moved to a new house on the other side of the city, and I never came here again. Not until years later, when I was working the restaurant circuit and heard that Memory is under new management. By the renowned CDC of Divinity, no less.”

Alhaitham examines the last embers of his cigarette, not sure he could bear looking at Cyno directly. “And the verdict?”

“Wilder than I remembered.” A wryness dances through Cyno’s voice. “An eclectic staff. Tiny kitchen. The new owner has a terrible attitude, but he’s a genius. Almost annoyingly so.”

“I’ve heard that before,” Alhaitham mutters.

“The food, though…”

Alhaitham looks over at him.

A smile quirks at the corner of Cyno’s mouth.

“It’s damn good,” he says.

Alhaitham swallows. “It’ll be better when we can get through one lunch service without wanting to kill each other.”

“Who, me and you? Not likely.”

“I was talking about the kitchen as a whole, but sure, me and you.” Alhaitham drops his cigarette butt to the floor and grinds it under his heel. He straightens up. Cyno follows his lead. Before they go back inside, Alhaitham says, “I want to revisit that stone fruit salad you suggested. It was good, it just needed… more acid, I think. If you finish your dinner prep early, let’s discuss it.”

“Yes, chef.”

“And one more thing.” The two of them pause in the doorway. Further inside, they can hear Dehya loudly recounting the time she almost burned all her hair off. “Does Collei think I’m evil now?”

“I’m pretty sure she always thought you were evil,” Cyno says.

“Great,” Alhaitham sighs.

“I was joking,” Cyno says. “Collei blames herself before ever blaming anyone else. I wouldn’t worry.”

It’s not exactly reassuring to hear, but Alhaitham keeps it in mind. Later, when everyone on the line is prepping for dinner service and Alhaitham is taking inventory of the pantry, Collei meekly approaches him with a small bowl of the seafood broth she was tasked with preparing.

“Chef?” she asks, holding it out to him. “If you’re ready.”

“Oh. Yes.” Alhaitham accepts it.

Collei is babbling before he even puts the spoon in his mouth.

“It’s probably all wrong, I can start it over again. I just—I felt like I kept adding salt and it wasn’t tasting right but—but I know it’s probably just me not following the recipe correctly. And I’m sorry again about lunch, when my demi-glace kept breaking. I’ll get it right for dinner. I swear I know how to make it I’m just a little off today and—”

“It’s great,” Alhaitham says.

Collei’s mouth shuts, and she stares at him with wide eyes. “Huh?”

“The soup is great, chef. Thank you.” Alhaitham hands the bowl back to her.

“Oh.” Collei takes the bowl.

Alhaitham nods at her and returns his attention to the shelves.

He’s crossing things off his checklist while Collei takes a few steps away, then stops.

“Um!” she says, prompting Alhaitham to look at her. “Thank you, chef.”

A wobbly smile has taken over her face.

He nods at her again. Collei hurries back to her station.

About an hour later, Cyno meets Alhaitham in his office, stone fruit salad in hand.

“I think you made Collei’s whole life,” he says, setting the plate on Alhaitham’s desk. “By the way, try this. More acid, like you said.”

Alhaitham takes a bite.

“Well fuck me,” he blurts.

Cyno grins.

And Alhaitham thinks to himself, maybe this family business thing will work out after all.

[almightyhamslice]

KDL3 Stage 1-2, Muchimuchi's stage!

This level has.... Pitch and Chuchu iirc? But as you can see from my drawings, I went in with Nago and left with Chuchu since she's necessary to get the Heart Star.

About Chuchu-- she's 14 years old and she's a Flapjack Octopus mermaid with a rather unconvincing 'human' form... it gets the job done (allows her to walk on 2 legs) so it will have to do! She can use the Needle, Spark, and Clean abilities completely on her own, but she must rely on Kirby for the others. She's a very stubborn and short tempered girl. She doesn't like being challenged, but she's very willing to fight to make a point! She doesn't like the idea of "sharing" Kirby with others, so she gets super jealous when he hangs out with other friends. Except Pitch and Gooey. Chuchu thinks Pitch is just an annoying baby and she thinks Gooey is gross, so she doesn't see them as "competition". It's a shame, she'd probably be good friends with some of her fellow animal friends if she were to give them a chance!

Regarding Chuchu and Kirby's relationship, they're like, unofficially dating sort of ??? Chuchu is obviously in love with Kirby, but Kirby doesn't know how to reciprocate and isn't even really sure if he is in love with her. I'm sure I said he's asexual before, but he might be demiromantic as well--he doesn't really know that though. Chuchu, on the other hand, claims to be straight, but she is in love with an enby so she's more bi than she realizes. It feels a bit like high school romance lol, neither of them know what they're doing rlly.

Muchimuchi is so fucking weird? I can't even rlly gijinkify him he's just a weird jelly accordion guy who likes being whipped for some damn reason. what the hell. he gives you a heart for slapping him?????? I guess he just thinks Chuchu's cute? Chuchu's fucking weirded out by a giant accordion guy giving her a heart star for slapping him tho lol.

I switched to digital because of wrist issues. I initially thought it was cuz I was coloring too hard w my colored pencils. I WAS, but I've ALSO been playing too much ctr and THATS the main thing that's been hurting me!! God fucking dammit!! I paid money for the battle pass and wanted to get my money's worth lol!!!!

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Connection: Remus

Read on Ao3

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse

Pairings: FINALLY DLAMP

Word Count: 2492

rem.ix added Emo.Ticon, LogicalLogan, MisterJ, and pat.pat to a conversation

rem.ix renamed the conversation to "Roman's Harem"

Emo.Ticon: FGAHKRTNOEUTBWOJET

LogicalLogan: When I asked for a list of the people who had also asked Roman out for dinner, this was not what I had in mind.

MisterJ: Nice to meet my competition.

pat.pat: Wait, is rem.ix Remus???

rem.ix: yep thats me whats up fuckers welcome to your collective interrogation

Emo.Ticon: aren't you in highschool kid? wait, how'd you get our usernames?

rem.ix: asked ro he gave em to me

LogicalLogan: Does he know you're doing this?

MisterJ: Are we about to get the shovel talk from a high school kid?

rem.ix: youre about to get a shovel talk from the only person in ros life who can ensure hell never talk to you again so shut up

Emo.Ticon: damn, kid

pat.pat: *Listens attentively*

LogicalLogan: Understood, Remus. What can we do for you?

rem.ix: first off role call explain who you are and how you know ro

rem.ix: i know all of it so dont lie

pat.pat: I'm Patton!!! We wait for the bus together in the morning, that's how we met.

Emo.Ticon: wait that's actually really cute wtf

LogicalLogan: My name is Logan, though you might have been able to guess that from my username. Roman and I share a calculus class and we study together.

Emo.Ticon: Virgil. Barista at the coffee shop on campus. Also a student. Princey comes in on my shifts all the time.

pat.pat: Wait, 'Princey?'

MisterJ: That's actually a pretty cute nickname. Also why did you switch to proper capitalization just for that one?

Emo.Ticon: what can i say, it's a gift. also shh

MisterJ: I'm Janus. I see Roman at the library.

LogicalLogan: Janus as in the god with two faces?

MisterJ: Yes, that's correct.

rem.ix: great now you all know each other and you all know that youre each into ro

pat.pat: Wait, Virgil, is your hair purple? I think we've met before!!!

Emo.Ticon: oh wait shit yeah you're the one with those big round glasses, right? yeah we've met hey what's up

rem.ix: wait thats a good idea everybody send a pic of yourself

LogicalLogan: Why?

rem.ix: in case you know eachother duh

pat.pat sent an image

Emo.Ticon sent an image

LogicalLogan sent an image

pat.pat: Wait, I know Logan too!! We had the same advisor last year, didn't we?

LogicalLogan: Yes, we did. Hello, it's good to talk to you again. How did your thesis end up going?

rem.ix: focus up nerds one of yous a hold out

MisterJ: I'm trying to find a good one, hold your horses, child.

rem.ix sent an audio file

Emo.Ticon: oh shit you got jeopardy'd

MisterJ sent an image

LogicalLogan: Ah, Janus. Yes, we've met.

MisterJ: Still sore over losing that debate, are we?

LogicalLogan: No, of course not.

Emo.Ticon: wait are you two the ones who shut down the entire lecture hall cause you wouldn't stop arguing

MisterJ: We were debating, Virgil.

pat.pat: I think that's a yes.

rem.ix: all of you focus the point is you all know each other yes or no

Emo.Ticon: ye

LogicalLogan: Yes, I know everyone here.

MisterJ: Yes.

pat.pat: Sorry, Remus. Yeah, I know everyone!

rem.ix: great

rem.ix: now do you all want to date roman yes or no

Emo.Ticon: jfc kid how old are you?

rem.ix: thats not the question emo

LogicalLogan: Yes, I would be interested in forming a romantic relationship with Roman.

pat.pat: I'm happy just being friends with him!! But yeah, I'd want to.

MisterJ: I am dating Roman.

rem.ix: no youre not ro has said hes not dating anyone right now and you guys went out to dinner once

MisterJ: How would you know?

rem.ix: im his fucking brother and he tells me everything and im this close to telling him youre a dick and he can do better

MisterJ: Watch your tone.

rem.ix: i dont have to watch shit

LogicalLogan: Janus, stop antagonizing him.

MisterJ: I'm not antagonizing him, I'm correcting him. Are you all seriously okay with being spoken to like this?

Emo.Ticon: he's not being unreasonable j he's concerned about his brother

pat.pat: I mean, it's not great, but I understand it.

LogicalLogan: We all know how protective Roman is of Remus, it makes sense that the reverse would be true.

MisterJ: I suppose you're right. Still.

rem.ix: look

rem.ix: ro is the most important person in the world to me

rem.ix: i cant remember the last time he just did something for himself and wasnt guilty about how it affected me even if it didnt at all

rem.ix: and he seems to really care about all of you and he likes spending time with you

rem.ix: lately hes been really really stressed about school and work and everything and having all of you is great but hes worried about whatll happen if he picks one of you over the others or if you guys find out about each other

rem.ix: and this is kinda the first thing hes let himself have since he officially got custody of me

rem.ix: so

rem.ix: yeah

LogicalLogan: Thank you for sharing all of that with us, Remus. I understand your concern.

Emo.Ticon: we get it, the last thing we wanna do it make roman's life harder

pat.pat: Aww, that makes complete sense!!! I would be concerned too!!

MisterJ: I get that. I'm sorry if it felt like I wasn't taking you seriously, Remus. You're right, I do care for Roman very deeply and I want to support him as best I can.

rem.ix: sorry if i was being too rude

MisterJ: No hard feelings?

rem.ix: ye we good

Emo.Ticon: wait so is our consensus basically to not get butthurt when roman picks one of us? cause that sounds a bit too ya novel for me

pat.pat: Yeah, that feels weird.

MisterJ: The name of this conversation wouldn't have anything to do with it, would it, Remus?

rem.ix: i mean i dont know if any of you are poly and im not suggesting you all date ro at the same time

rem.ix: unless?

Emo.Ticon: you are 100% exactly like roman described you holy shit

MisterJ: I'm not sure if I agree with that either.

LogicalLogan: I have an idea.

***

Honestly, just watching Roman's face as he walks through the door is enough of a reward for Remus. He almost drops his backpack from shock.

"…Re?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Why are there four extra people in our apartment?"

Remus looks around. Logan and Janus are on the couch, looking over at Roman in the doorway. Patton and Virgil are in the kitchen; Patton's looking in the fridge and Virgil's toying with the blender someone gave them as a housewarming gift that they never used. "You said I could invite people over for a movie night."

"I thought you meant your friends," Roman says quietly and Remus shrugs.

"Your friends are my friends, right?" He looks at the others. "We're friends, right?"

"Sure."

"Yeah, I think so."

"We're friends!"

"That's correct."

"See? All friends. Come help us decide what we're watching, I wanna see the new Puss in Boots, but Janny wants to see that thriller thing."

"It's the next John Wick."

Roman mouths Janny and just blinks. Then he swallows and carefully sets down his backpack, opening the door and jerking his head outside. "Remus, can I talk to you for a moment?"

Yeah, he probably should've seen this coming. He gets up from the table and goes, ducking under Roman's arm out to the hallway. Roman makes sure his keys are in his pocket and calls out a quick One moment, please!

He shuts the door and just slumps against it, breathing hard.

"What's up?"

"Remus, what's going on?"

"We're trying to figure out what movie to watch. I suggested pizza 'cause we don't have enough for a big pasta bake and Patton and Virgil decided they were gonna see if we could make it work, but—"

"Remus."

At his brother's now is not the time to fuck with me voice, he gives in. "Ro, you've been so stressed recently, I know you have."

"And so you thought it would be a good idea to invite all of them over at once? Re, our apartment isn't even clean, we don't have much food left from grocery runs, we—"

"Ro, they care about you! You said you told them all stuff and they still cared—"

"It's one thing to say you care, it's another to actually come see it!" Roman scruffs a hand over his face. "God, Remus, why didn't you ask me?"

"Because I knew you'd say no!"

"Yes! For good reason!" He glances at the door and lowers his voice a bit. "Why did you do this? Are you—is it because I haven't been spending as much time with you because of them? I'm—I'm sorry, Re, I just—"

"What? No, no, that's not it, I—fuck, Ro, sit down before you pass out."

Roman collapses so quickly Remus almost cries out. But he's fine, he's just got his head in his hands. Remus cautiously sits down next to him, their shoulders resting together like they did when they were smaller, like they did in the court room, like they did when they first moved in here. It only takes a second for Roman to sling his arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

There's nowhere safer for him to be.

"I didn't invite them over because I wanted to embarrass you," he mumbles, fiddling with the hem of his shirt, "I invited them over because I know you've been stressed about all of them. They—it's not charity, Ro. I know you worry about it 'cause of—well, them—"

"I know."

"—but they really like you, Ro. Like, they all really care about you. And I…I dunno, I just wanted you to see that."

He shifts so he can look up at Roman's face.

"You try and do all of this on your own and you can't. You really can't. I know—I know you try and you do so much and I know you. I know you won't let me help 'cause you want me to be a kid still—"

"You are a kid."

"—but you can't do it on your own! And you're not alone, you've got me, you've got friends—you've got all of us. I wanted you to see that."

Roman looks at him with that expression he gets sometimes where he just looks at him like he loves him so much and it makes Remus's throat close a bit because he does. He really, really does and fuck, Remus loves him too.

"I'm sorry I didn't ask you," he mumbles, looking down, "do you…do you want them to go?"

"No," and shit, Roman's hoarse which means they're both about to start crying, "they…they can stay."

"…I like 'em, Roro. They're good."

A strangled laugh. "Yeah. I like them too."

"Which one's your favorite?"

A louder laugh and Roman squeezes him closer. "You're my favorite. Always will be."

"You don't get a choice with that."

"Yeah, I do," Roman says softly and shitfuck he can feel the tears forming, "and I make it every day. I'll keep making it, too."

"Goddamnit, you're gonna make me cry."

"Join the club, little octopus."

Well, that's a good enough invitation. Remus turns and wraps his arms and legs around his brother, holding him like he'll fall off the world if he lets go. Roman holds him back just as tightly, the top of his head starting to get damp. They both sniffle and try and pull the other closer.

"I love you, Re. So much. Thank you."

"I love you too, Roro."

They sit there for another minute before Roman pulls back and wipes his face. "God. You made me cry and now I've gotta go in there and talk to them? How dare you?"

"It's not my fault you're a sappy sack of shit!"

"Yes, it is!" Roman ruffles his hair. "And you're the one who wants to watch the new Puss in Boots movie, that's all sap, no tree."

"What, so you don't wanna watch it either?"

"I didn't say that."

"Ha!" Remus crows triumphantly, smacking Roman's shoulders lightly as Roman tries to grab him. "I knew it!"

"C'mere, you—" Roman throws him over his shoulder— "there."

"Hey! Put me down!"

"Nope. Wha—hey! Don't pull my hair!"

"Put me down!"

"Fine, fine." The moment Roman sets him on his feet, he almost sweeps him off them again, hugging him so tightly he can't breathe. "I have the best brother in the world."

"No," Remus manages, trying to hold Roman back, "I do."

"Tied for first?"

"Can we order pizza?"

"You got the money for it?"

"Make one of your boyfriends do it."

"They're not my boyfriends!"

"Yet."

"Re!"

"What? Go ask them!"

"No." Roman lets him go, hands on his hips. "We're gonna go inside, pick a movie, and maybe order pizza. Deal?"

"Deal!"

Roman softens a bit, reaching out to ruffle his hair. Remus shakes his head like a wet dog, making it messier on purpose until Roman laughs. He glances at the door and puts the key in the lock, opening it and striding back inside.

"Sorry about that."

"No worries," Logan says, "I think Patton and Virgil have reached a consensus."

"Pizza," Virgil proclaims, clapping his hands, "on account of I'm a lazy college student and I want pizza."

"I got it," Patton says, already pulling out his phone, "Domino's?"

"Yes, we're getting three extra larges."

"Works for me! Toppings: go!"

"Pineapple," Logan says as Janus says, "anything but pineapple."

"Okay, so pineapple on only one pizza, got it."

"Roman," Virgil calls as the others keep bickering, "how'd your meeting go?"

Remus looks up. That's right, Roman had that meeting with the Dean and Board today about the scholarship. Roman takes a deep breath.

"They're letting me keep it," he says breathlessly, "same scholarship, same amount of financial aid, same grades."

Virgil whoops so loudly it makes Remus's ears hurt. Of course, then the others want to know what he's so happy about and then they're celebrating too.

"You pick the movie, then," Janus says, "you've earned it."

Roman pauses, glancing around as if someone's going to object, only to see them all looking at him expectantly. He doesn't seem to know what to do with that. Then he glances at Remus.

See, Remus tries to say silently, you've got people. You're not alone. We're all here for you. See?

The way Roman's smile softens says yes, I see.

"Puss in Boots it is."

"Yes!"

"Great. Janus, help me set it up?"

"Sure."

"Roman, what do you want on your pizza?"

As long as we stick together, Remus thinks as he watches Roman be happier and more at ease than he's seen in a long, long time, we'll all be okay.

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[faithfromanewperspective]

how did you arrive at your progressive punk christianity outlook after being immersed in conservative christianity?

ooh!! good question. see I don’t really think what I was immersed in was particularly conservative—in circles I’ve been around we’ve always dissed Americans for being conservative (kinda mean I know) and my dad used to take me to climate change protests in the 2000s and I was always taught the 6 days of creation aren’t literal, the rapture isn’t real, women in stem etc. idk how it was anywhere else but the part of sydney I grew up in was just Like That, there was encouragement to give to the poor to actually end poverty and people actually did even though none of us really had heaps and I guess I wasn’t raised to be okay with entitlement but simply be kind to everyone? And I didn’t even know what conservative was until I was maybe 17 (I thought it was a style of fashion for ages and then I thought it meant conserving nature and history). It was always just Christians are meant to be genuinely kind and not have sex til you’re older and preferably married yknow?? and work hard, like the protestant work ethic was def a thing but somehow in a non ableist way as much as this is possible— I get real impatient with people bitching about stuff getting taken away from them, not realising how much they have when I probably have less and I’m usually giving away as much as I’m able and as much will put me in a state of perceived danger. It’s definitely a form of rebellion against them to see how little I can survive on which I’m working on. I also didn’t even know that so many Christians were transphobic like I thought it was only the extreme theobros. I also had a really lovely geography teacher in high school who was also a Christian and used her faith to drive environmental action, my biology teacher was a Christian and stood up for trans rights and I also had acccss to the internet to read up on clobber passages and hear peoples stories and it was always like ‘oh yeah some Christians believe different things based on how they read this stuff’ and I don’t think it was until I was old enough to actually vote and saw what propoganda was going around I really realised the power dynamic behind it, with the rise of the Australian Christian lobby which felt like it was straight out of the US. I fully thought voting was just liberals if you like fossil fuels, greens to save the environment, and labor if you’re a people pleaser and like fun little rhymes like ‘Kevin 07’ and attempting to be feminist but not really getting anything done. I actually met Martyn Iles once and was like ‘damn this guy is a fake Aussie this isn’t how we do Christianity’. I also got super burnt out by how hard and how biblically I tried to love my classmates on top of the Protestant work ethic about my schoolwork I never really cared about for myself, and was well versed in theology enough to be like HA! Grace means that we don’t have to do all that and can just do our sustainable best, still thinking my view was mainstream. I went to uni to study enviro sci at 17 and I thought my convictions to not drive unless Absolutely Necessary were driven by Christian ethics (which they were, how rigid I was with it was a pda response though). Then over the years realised very belatedly how people often didn’t validate my views and experiences and I’d expect they would (bc they were biblically rooted) and got quite hurt when they didn’t. Spent years in different volunteer ministries trying to put together the kind of community talked about in books like Philippians only to constantly be let down and feel isolated and that only driving me to work harder, despite knowing God’s grace meant I didn’t have to feeling like I couldn’t stop while my earthly needs for connection were unmet, saying yes to things I’d previously said no to because I got a sense of temporary community and belonging every time I joined a new serving team. Tried extra hard to make places inclusive and expected everyone else to be working as hard on it as I was and feel the desperation like I did and got super hurt when they didn’t, oh I guess I’ll have to do it all myself then.

I’ve always struggled with the concept of hell, tbh I heard about it way too young and never had a drop of self preservation instinct in my body only didn’t want to let God down by saying no. I’ve particularly always struggled with the whole urgency motivation like I’m trying, I’m doing the best I can, I listen to people and actually speaking the gospel into their lives in a way that hits home for them (bc I was thinking about how to do this in an empathetic and understanding and autonomy respecting way from a Very Young Age like I used to attempt to evangelise on moshi monsters to get an idea) and shit, I’m like 19 years old at this stage and I’m tired. If only I could just have one last hurrah to change places with someone so they can go to heaven instead of me? Id take it. and I basically worked myself to the point of being that suicidal and kept fucking going because God made me good at science so I can save the planet and end world hunger, and I had this conviction to contextualise (this is what we learned at afes btw) the gospel to really be real to queer folk and indigenous folk and other people of colour and marginalised people (it’s easy to see oppression with my background and my neurotype tbh) and maybe I could make myself suffer now bc God wasn’t gonna let me do that for eternity? anyway eventually left afes bc I was being so stretched and getting so isolated and the work I was doing there wasn’t achieving any of these things and I realised if I stayed I might end up dead and I wasn’t ready to go to heaven yet when my work wasn’t done. or at least so constantly dysregulated I wouldn’t be as able to be kind to others and show them the gospel.

around this time I’m also putting together a pretty comprehensive framework for how to actually solve global problems in a productive way, I’ve unpacked the pride in a lot of Christian mission projects and how they often were a feel good thing but not actually respectful or effective and I’d come up with literally hundreds of ideas for projects I could do to actually help, none of which I obviously had time for I think I was working up to 3 jobs while studying and serving in church and doing my hobbies that kept me kind of sane as well? which was discouraging to say the least, driving a kind of rageful resentment. Around that time I also discover PDA and my whole life makes sense, I start on my adhd meds which I had to jump through a million hoops to get and realise maybe I can finish uni.

a pda framework as I dive more into that and how to be actually neurodivergent affirming and actually recover from burnout long story short makes me realise how ableist much of our concept of sin and holiness really is and how much we need to destigmatise sin and stop using it as a way to intellectualise actual things happening in our brains and nervous systems and maybe we’d feel a lot less hopeless about it like it’s some big mystery if we actually did unpack the fear and threat responses and trauma behind it. Which we always say we will do but practically, church doenst give a space to do that bc you’re gonna be shamed. even for the people who are non affirming I’d be like, but isn’t it a logical step to someone who’s not yet been convicted to celibacy (if that’s something they think they should be) and realised this whole thing is unrealistic, not because the bible is wrong but because people think you can control your own brain by simply trying and trying again every time you fuck up as if that’s not gonna drive learned helplessness or actually traumatise you when you so desperately want to do better? Either that or drive you to be numb about it which I realised is what usually happens, there are certain sins people are blind to in every congregation and they’re actually intellectually unable to be convicted of that as sin because they’re stretched as far as they can go covering all other bases and being like ‘Christ covers that I didn’t Choose To Sin I’m trying not to even though it doesn’t really work’ like I’m a solutions person. if something isn’t working we’re gonna think of a new method and suddenly I understand how my brain works and those of so many others especially those who feel marginalised by the church!

and so long story short when I eventually had to quit what I was doing at church because someone cared enough to realise I hadn’t been doing well for years I was like I’m gonna follow this urge of the Spirit or simply my own head and desire for true connection I often found In exvangelical spaces and hear as many experiences as possible and use it to shape my worldview and get a bunch of hope from people who yes they’ve been marginalised but the gospel is real to them. that’s my only criteria I’m not gonna judge based on theology and I’m not ever gonna think my theological takes make anyone else wrong I’m just gonna be open to listen and shape them so there isn’t any cognitive dissonance and the grace found at the cross is real and practical and doenst have weird arbitrary limits, and I’m also gonna listen to those hurt by Christianity who some might judge as being hard hearted but I know how trauma works. and I’ve been doing that ever since, gradually getting there more and more and I think the best/funniest thing is even in more conservative spaces literally everyone I still talk to has been super encouraging of it and if we have any disagreements they’re pretty minor compared to the fact that we all believe the gospel is for everyone and we all wanna invest in social justice too (which makes me question how conservative those spaces ever were tbh). like there’s def parts of my story I won’t always tell but I feel like I come with a perspective people respect these days no matter where I am, and that’s nice in contrast to being that weird kid trying to do adult things being told either not to worry or that I don’t understand.

[ryuichirou]

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More replies~ Not a lot today…

Anonymous asked:

In that vegan powers fanart, i really thought the corn was something else,,,

Don’t worry, Anon, I’m sure that that corn (and all the other vegetables in Todd’s super vegan form) are multifunctional!

Anonymous asked:

“Ortho is a top because he is MEEEEEEEEE and I want to fuck Idia hence he is a bottom” this made me think how i often wonder if i kin Idia because i relate to him in many things, but especially and more often on how i think his brother is hot

(the quote is from this post, and it sounds absolutely batshit insane out of context omfg 😭)

Anon!! I didn’t expect that punchline LOL preach!! The most relatable thing about the Shrouds is how crazy they are for each other, I agree. Absolutely shameless.

In all honesty, the role of relatability (for the characters in general or the feelings they have for other characters) plays a role in shipping, even though a lot of times it’s a subconscious thing. It’s not always the case, of course.

Anonymous asked:

Baby by Charli XCX gives major Azul vibes, just saying…

I always knew Azul was a dangerous femme fatale…

Anonymous asked:

After I played book 6 of twisted wonderland, I was listening to Self-Love by Coi Leray on repeat to torment myself. Are there any song that you relate to Idia?

What a way to torment yourself, that’s too emotionally cruel :( Sad post-book-6 vibes…

I don’t really have any specific song that I strongly relate to him, but I catch myself thinking “heh it’s Idia” sometimes. One example of a song with this type of association would be “Ghosts” from the game Night in the Woods.

You're still here

I think I'm fine

I found the stars

But I lost my mind

Where do we go

If we're not together?

Everything sucks

Forever. 💪😔

Anonymous asked:

If post chapter 5 Epel was sent back to the beginning of the school year, do you think he would try and mess with Vil a bit?

“Mess” as in “hint on what’s going to happen”? I’m not sure if I understood you correctly, sorry.

It depends on whether or not Epel knows the rules of the time travel and that even a minor change could affect the events of the future in a very drastic way; and knowing Epel, he probably doesn’t lol So I think it depends on whether he feels like being a little brat that day. He’d still get his ass kicked, though.

Anonymous asked:

Here's a pairing I stumbled across while looking for fics to read - Crewel x Vil's dad. Thoughts? Opinions?

You know what? It could be possible; I can picture Crewel knowing some high profile people, so he could meet Eric at some event. They could have nice potential. But since we don’t really know much about Vil’s dad, I can’t really dive any deeper into that.

But Eric intrigues me very much, it’s a shame we haven’t seen a lot of him :(

Anonymous asked:

I could see Phoenix and crew expecting Riddle to be condescending towards Trucy since he does real magic while Trucy does stage magic, but instead he really enjoys Trucy's shows. If Ace is part of the Wright Anything Agency,  he'll be like "Oh yeah, we were in the same dorm in school and he acted just like this whenever I did simple card tricks for him. 😈" which results in Ace getting collared.

(this is related to the idea of Riddle being an Ace Attorney Prosecutor and Ace being an attorney in the same au)

Don’t ruin his stoic unbreakable image, Ace!! Well, I guess it was already ruined by Riddle loving Trucy’s magic tricks lol This is honestly very sweet. I really like this side of Riddle, and of course it would be Trucy’s tricks that would make it show. Wait, doesn’t she have some underwear tricks? I’m not sure if Riddle is ready for these ones.

+ Damn, Riddle can collar people in this universe too? That shouldn’t be surprising to be honest… Considering all the other mystical and magical stuff this franchise has…

[endcant]

its almost every day that i work out and think about one incident in high school. my marching band had finally organized a block for injured/disabled kids to stretch and do yoga-like warmups instead of high impact warmups like jogging, running, and sprinting. the kids in “injury block” told me i should join bc of my asthma, and it made my practices way better.

this was because it granted me the ability to choose WHEN my asthma attacks started during rehearsal. instead of starting every rehearsal with an asthma attack, i could save my daily mandatory asthma attack for the very end of the night, when we would march our show for several minutes at a time nonstop and then be forced (not asked or permitted) to run from our instruments and grab water and run back.

weekday band rehearsals usually started around 3 and could last until 10 pm, and on weekdays i also had dance class, where i would have already gotten in my day’s serving of cardio in the form of dancing or running. so it wasn’t like running with the band was the only source of high-impact cardio jostling my lungs each day.

if i had an asthma attack at 3:15 PM, i would be woozy and sleepy and mentally and emotionally fried during the entirety of rehearsal, including blocks where we would stand still and practice the music. if i had an asthma attack at 9:50 PM however, i could get almost 7 full hours of actual high quality practicing and rehearsal in without feeling like i had half the usual amount of braincells and jello in the place of muscles. it was a huge game-changer for me as a drummer. suddenly i wasn’t making stupid mistakes that i couldn’t explain! suddenly i was able to retain new marching coordinates and exercises! suddenly i was able to march under the weight of the heaviest drums for hours without wobbling!

of course, after a couple of months of me participating in “injury block” and getting a lot out of it, our band director noticed me there and told me i needed a doctor’s note. i told him i have asthma and i have an inhaler perscription i could show him. he told me that that would be fine this week, but every rehearsal afterwards i would need a new signed and dated doctor’s note. i knew instantly that this was ridiculous and financially prohibitive. i tried to explain the asthma attack math. he did not care. so i went back to running and having asthma attacks at the beginning of each rehearsal and throughout parts of rehearsal that i now knew didn’t have to be that hard for me.

i had friends in band who would ask me on the field to chill and take a break because my asthma attacks were scaring them, but i was quick to inform them that my asthma wasn’t considered an important or serious injury or illness by the band director. it really made me bitter and i constantly found myself having out of body experiences during band in junior and senior year.

i still work out to this day and think about how few asthma attacks i have now that i am allowed to control when and how frequently i focus on high-impact exercise. and also since i no longer have to do that running on a dusty track with 100 other kids dragging their feet in front of me. i also think about how that band director was, generally speaking, the most hands-off band director i’ve ever met. he didn’t know a damn thing about marching or playing and rarely was present or tried to give us advice. his job was basically just to hire people who had specific knowledge. but still, that day, he decided to walk out on the field and specifically target me for god knows what reason and interrogate me about why i was doing yoga instead of running in circles.

i wasn’t mad about it at the time, even. i was very trusting as a kid. i’m mad about it now, though. and whenever i attend a group workout class and and the instructor tries to tell me i can cure my asthma by “pushing through”, they can be sure they’ll never see me again.

i guess part of what maddens me about it is how nearly every adult who ever taught me anything in any of the physical activities i chose to participate in treated me like i was lazy because of my asthma. and i just believed them. so i just worked harder than i should have. at the cost of my ability to actually perform well in the activity they were supposed to be instructing me in.

the incident that made me start to realize that something was wrong was when i couldnt lunge quickly for a visual move with my drum on because the drum harness fit me wrong. the drum instructors blamed it on my lack of core strength, and i believed them, even though i could feel the drums swinging and hitting my forward leg. a huge bruise-then-bump developed that was eventually visible through shorts. this did not bother me and i showed it off to friends proudly, much to their concern. one day i went to do the move and the swing of my drums knocked me right over. i don’t remember how much it hurt, but i guess i was down for awhile because a parent who volunteered with the band ran up and took my drums off of me. this guy, some other kid’s parent, saw my leg and cursed at the drum instructors for awhile until they agreed to try to fix my harness. i felt embarrassed and was certain at the time that if i had just been more firm in my core then there wouldve been no one yelling at anyone on my behalf.

i now feel bad that i let myself be so trained out of questioning why i was in pain that my drum insteuctors had to take the fall for it. i mean, the pain of that leg injury was nothing compared to having asthma attacks every time i had to rehearse with the full band.

[urfavouritegirlie]

Chapter 2

(part 2)

Now millions of questions where going off in Miles' head. He wanted to know more about 'aunt' Maya. Mainly to jog his memory

"Can you tell me more about her. How did you meet?"

This peaked his uncles intreats. It was long road down memory lane.

"We went to the same high school. Manhattan high school in the 90s. She was a sophomore and I was in senior year. She had moved from a different school from a different state."

YEAR 1995

It was senior year for Aaron Davis. The final year of high school. Here we have an 18 year old Aaron with a short fade with a line cut on the side. He walks through the hallways of school to his locker with his bag drapped over one shoulder. He looked really tired that morning. Why? Must of been the petty crimes he was committing at night. It's not like he had much of a choice. He did it to survive. Living in the projects of Manhattan with a brother who was now working and a single mom who works the entire day was hard. Even harder if the place is constantly running with crime.

He and his brother Jeff were recently involved in this life of crime in order to put food on the table, heat in apartment and to prevent their mother from worrying about bills too much. Maybe it wouldn't have been so hard if their good for nothin father didn't bail on them at a young age. They mainly took part in stealing and scamming. They would steal and sell things to people or dealers. Their mother didn't know that because she would work long hours during the day or night

"Yoo Aaron man where was you last night? You missed a heck of party man. There were some of those chicks form the other school."

"Oh for real?" He answered back completely sounding uninterested. This is his friend, Dion. He's very loud and enthusiastic. He calls himself a ladies man. He's just goofy as hell.

The bell rung and it was time to go to class. The two guys went to class in different classes. Aaron had Maths class first and sat at the back next to the window. He could just sit there and daydream whilst the teacher was talking.

"Ladies and gentlemen, make sure you revise this weekend for the maths exam. This is just a test until the real exam. Remember this is your final year. See you next week."

And with that class was dismissed. Aaron collects his stuff and walks out last. He walks back to his locker. He is literally on the verge of falling asleep. That is until he hears a sweet voice behind him. He turns and sees a girl. This wasn't just some girl. He was pretty sure this kind of girl was every guys dream. She was just so damn beautiful.

"Excuse me could you help me find my next class room. I have a business class."

He was completely mesmerised by her beauty. She had silk pressed hair that looked wavy with a side parting. She wore a plain white t-shirt with a baseball jacket on top. She wore skinny jeans and some white high top sneakers. To top it off she had gold hoop earrings. He finally snapped out it. It was time to pull out his best side. He takes a deep breath. He swiftly raises his hand and puts it on Her shoulder.

"Hey. Yeah sure I'll show you, if you give me your name." He said with a smirk. She gave a shy smile and looked away. It was so cute Aaron could melt.

"I'm Maya."

"Names Aaron. You got a cute name Maya."

She giggles and has a faint blush on her cheeks. He takes his arm back and walks her to business class but takes the longer route so he could talk to her longer. At one point Dion calls him from down the hall. He looks back and waves him off. He smoothly puts his arm around her shoulder. Dion takes the hint and leaves him be. They arrive to the class on time.

"Thanks for showing me my class Aaron."

"I guess I'll see you later. After school maybe?"

"Sure."

"I'll meet you by the entrance."

And with that he walks away to meet up with Dion for gym class. As he entered the boys locker room it went quiet. He looks up and all the guys a looking at him. That doesn't stop him from moving to his locker.

"What are y'all looking at?"

"What's her name?" Somebody asks.

"That ain't your business."

"Aww come on man. I'm tryna tap that. She look fine as hell. I could put a ring on it too. Damn she can have my children." Dion makes his way through the crowd. Aaron turns and gives him a disgusted look. Dion puts his hands up as defence.

"Look man she ain't just some piece of meat to be passed around. I'm sure she's to good for that. Beside I'm meeting with her after school."

This had the guys all hollering about how lucky he was, how he was the man. Of course I am.

Now Aaron was waiting at the entrance for Maya. A bunch of student walk past him then he sees her come out and down the short stairs.

"Hey.”

He raises his arm and places it around her shoulder. She smiles up at him.

“Hi.”

To be honest Maya liked it. She had a sense of protection around him. They take a walk around and he takes her to a pizza place where most of the students hang out after.

"Let me buy you a slice."

"Are you sure."

"100%"

To say she was flustered was an understatement. She was in the clouds. From that moment, it was him and her. They stared dating after a few months. He was happy and she was happy. Aaron had money so he brought her gifts. At one point he gifted her a necklace with his name on it. It was gold and in cursive writing. She never questioned it and just accepted the gifts.

Few months after that Aaron introduced her to his mom and older brother. She liked her from the start. She called her the daughter she wanted but never had. Aaron was happy with the interaction between the two ladies. Jeff said you the sibling he wanted teasing Aaron. You all laughed and Aaron shrugged it off. When she went back home his mom talked to Aaron.

"She's a nice girl Aaron. Better than those exes of yours. You better not mess this up."

He looked at his mom with a smile. "Yes ma'am."

He was about to walk away to his room when his mom says "And wear a condom for goodness sake. I don't want another pregnancy scare."

He hangs his head low and leaves with a quiet "Yes ma'am."

[international-repeater-station]

so. ive been thinking a lot. about omori and about what might ensue post-SUNNY route ending. [omori spoilers ahead]

one thing about me is that if i join a fandom, it usually--with some exceptions--means that i mainly enjoy a piece of media as a form of escapism. so like. feel-good stories. or maybe excruciatingly painful stories but they have a good ending that leaves you happy, hopeful, whatever. good friends, best friends, an OTP or two--you know the drill i guess. not saying i only enjoy light stories, it's just that i'm always finding a way to sneak in something happy in there, or finding fandoms that know how to do that.

omori. might be my first hyperfixation (= a story which forever and ever will be among my most favorites even when the obsession dies down) which i can't enjoy in the same way i've been enjoying other stories (don't get me wrong i'm still enjoying it immensely)

because

there is no happy ending i think. as in, that's just not possible? my opinion on that is not set in stone, but for now that's how i feel about it

and my deal is that i Love the characters, i Love the potential in ships like sunflower- ok. grips your, whoever's reading this, shoulders. i love love LOVE the dynamic those two had before things went south. these silly kids were so cute together. But what i love even more (not because it makes me feel fuzzy anymore but because good storytelling) is how it makes perfect sense (to me) that it would be incredibly heckin unhealthy for them to start any sort of relationship. ultimately, i doubt they're even capable of becoming friends again, not just after what happened with mari, but also after what sunny has put himself and basil through

which is nuts. when you're used to, like, thinking about characters (either on their own or OTPs) and twirling your hair and kicking your feet giddily, when you'd actually like to go ^__^ and draw them being sweet together, and then you're faced with the sheer tragedy of the whole gang in OMORI, it's. let's just say oughhhggfggghhgggggbbbh.

it happened and, snap, everything fell apart. FOUR years of nothing, despite all of them living In The Same Town. they have already grown apart tremendously. i can see it, they graduate from high school and that's it—moving from faraway town, maybe not keeping in touch at all. why would they want to, if the memories are so painful, and if the memories that are good not just seem, but really are so distant now? it's healthy to find new friends, to continue living this new life away from the old one.

it makes sense, it all makes perfect sense!!!!!, and yet it's so damn hard to accept the likelihood of that outcome when you've been looking so long through the eyes of sunny/omori who's been abusing escapism biggg time. it's the contrast between how his dream world is and how the real world is that gets me the most, i think!

like, i have another favorite story, evangelion. it's also very tragic but... there is no contrast, the atmosphere in the world of eva has always been kind of hopeless, you just calmly watched things fall apart. OMORI, on the other hand, has that added contrast, and the SUNNY route ending is more bittersweet than utterly hopeless, and maybe that's what makes me wanna crawl up the wall haha!!!!! :'D :'D :'D

so i see all of these post-ending headcanons about how the gang would hang out together, all the ships, and like. 👍👍👍!!! but i can never fully, idk, buy it? it all seems...just a tad too good to be true? like an AU or something :(

i'm not complaining at all though. i enjoy the optimistic fancontent tremendously as well; this just is how the storyline of OMORI makes me feel, and i love it for what it is (to me). long ass speech is over, entering my silly mode again

[tsuki-sennin]

Welcome to Kyoto! Following the reconciliation of father and son last episode, we take a page out of Fourze's screenplay and go on a class trip~! As Hotaro dreams for a future between humans and Chemies, for what reason does the Dark Sister Clotho become an uninvited guest?

Spoilers, I guess...

-Y'know, we surprisingly haven't seen all that much of Furasu High School itself.

-The time has come... for Kyoto!

-That seems to be the class trip location in shows like these. Kaguya-sama, Bloom Into You, Digimon Adventure 02, the sucky stealth minigame in Persona 3 that's somehow infinitely less terrible than any of the other hot spring sections... Think it was even in Cardcaptor Sakura too, incidentally.

-Big missed opportunity, by the way, to not have even a mild crossover between Fourze and Smile PreCure, which both had school trips to Kyoto at the same time.

-The furthest I've ever gone on a field trip was in 5th grade, when we went on a field trip to Tennessee to visit Ruby Falls. I've been there before with my mom, so it wasn't anything new, but it was still fun. Never had a full field trip again after that though.

-"I hope you make sure to STUDY!"

-Something that Hotaro's ill prepared for.

-Kudoh, you gotta help us out.

-No friends... but us~!

-Hello, Mr. Kannushi.

-ALIENS

-Kajiki and Hotaro! Hunting for aliens!

-Hi there, Spanner.

-There's your girlfriend, the Clover Torturer.

-Ohhhhhhhhhh

-I see Lachesis has a real green thumb.

-"Not impressed! I can do that too!"

-Ohhhhhhh, Triple Tuned.

-Oh, she's freaky, huh?

-"Are you done playing weird games with your weird boyfriend yet? :<"

-Oh, a Level 10~! Meeting our first one soon, huh?

-What the fuck is that.

-Don't you cut away from me, Lachesis, I wanna know what you just did.

-Hopper1.....

-Poor boy...

-YOU FORGOT HIM

-WHAT THE HELL, MAN

-"I fuckin' hate Kamen Rider. Which one of you assholes is gonna kill him for me."

-Oh, this guy's a jackoff!

-Hoppa~!

-He wants to meet Friend!

-Batta!

-Oh hello, miss.

-Special place?

-Himeno Hijiri....

-Whoa, she was in middle school seven years ago?

-And you were in 4th grade when this issue was published.

-...I think she's a little too old for you buddy, unless I misread it.

-He didn't see nothin', Rinne!

-Hot damn, Clotho's strong.

-Jungle Jan...

-Ohhhhhh, this hoodie guy seems nasty.

-Hotaro's seriously into this.

-"Weren't you nerds looking for UFOs?"

-"UFOS!? THERE'S A HOT OLDER LADY WHO LIKES THE OCCULT!"

-I think how awkward the acting is kinda adds to Gotchard's atmosphere rather than detracting from it.

-I hear this is kinda like how community theater goes.

-Haunted house...

-Rinne's having the time of her life today.

-Hello, Hijiwi-san

-

-YOU LEFT EVERYTHING THERE-

-Hiiiii, Smaphone.

-Golddash came out to play~!

-I sure hope you give Renge a tip for all her hard work.

-Hitodama...

-Oh shit, Clotho.

-Hello, Mr. Minato.

-I'm still suspicious of you, but I feel like you've at least got good intentions even if the rest of the Academy is shady af.

-Oh fuck, ninjas and aliens.

-This really is Fourze.

-We're doing her thing now, Ichinose.

-"Hang him from your vines if you want! I just want him dead!"

-Oh, you're just a classy guy aren't you.

-Oh at least Kudoh's on the ball.

-Oh fuck, giant robot time?

-LET'S GOOOOOO

-BatKingrobo!

-Far shot...

-Oh that's the hoodie guy

-Yeah, sorry buddy... it really wasn't gonna work out like that.

-Oh okay, this is just straight up Ultraman now.

-Finisher Beam!

-Very funny, Toei.

-Hiiiiii, Golddash~!

-Steamliner~!

-What next?

-Ohhhhhh, the guy's an arsonist.

-Those hitodama they saw... probably a Chemy if it forms the basis of his Malgam.

[anthonypanics]

I was tagged by @grey-automa. I haven't done one of these in.. a while I think. so here goes.

were you named/named yourself after anyone?

Supposedly my name was a combination between my parents names. I don't see it myself.

when was the last time you cried?

Last October. Death in the family.

do you have kids?

Not unless you count cats.

do you use sarcasm a lot?

A lot more than you'd would be typical of one officially diagnosed with a syndrome named after a Nazi collaborator. I do wonder if I actually have autism or if I've got some misdiagnosed form of ADHD.

what's the first thing you notice about people?

Consider this as one part my own projection and one part my general observation: I think everyone's set up with their own worlds. Everyone sees and hears what they want most of the time and says what they find amusing at that moment. Everyone's got their bubble of knowledge that's expanded so far that it becomes hard to empathize with when things aren't part of their bubble or that other people aren't aware of things in said bubble. Everybody's simultaneously cursed with the knowledge they've accumulated overtime and hindered by a reluctance to accept the unknown, including that sometimes things will always be unknown even in our current age of (mis/dis)information.

So I suppose the first thing I notice is whether or not a person's willing to participate in the discourse of the unknown or if they're just going through the motions that's already set for them. Which I guess is just a pretentious way of saying I notice when a person only wants to listen to their own voice or if they actually want to talk with other people and both contribute to and get something out of a dialogue.

what's your eye colour?

kinda green I think?

any special talents?

Hyper-fixation is a blessing as well as a curse. Once I'm on a track, it's damn near impossible to get me to off it.

Surprising people with tricks I've picked up from childhood exposure to theatre has been kinda fun too.

scary movies or happy endings?

The two aren't mutually exclusive, but to not be a dick about it and get at what I think this means; depends on the mood I'm in. For most movies, I just want a feel good time, and every once in a while I'd like to explore the deeper and darker end of the pool and see what's lurking in there. A good ending isn't always a happy ending after all, but a good happy ending can do a world of wonders for the soul.

where were you born?

Flint. Yes, that Flint.

what are your hobbies?

drawing, tabletop gaming, video gaming, writing, diving into wiki rabbitholes

A lot of these overlap more that I'd like them to.

Occasionally I read a book, but not as much or as often as I'd like to admit. Tried to read Earthsea for a bit if anyone wants a recommendation.

have any pets?

Yes, my two beautiful cats Randy and Dunken

what sport do you play/have you played?

Not really a sports ball kind of person.

how tall are you?

gnome sized

favourite subject at school?

Funny enough, I enjoyed math and science classes more than arts and literature. Though I did have a really good writing teacher for one year in high-school that I wish I can look up and give her my thanks for changing my view on writing.

dream job?

The market for it is grim and I'm self conscious about my capabilities for it at this point, but I've always wanted to design some kind of official game that a lot of people would play and make their own thing with it. That or make a really cool looking animated project. Not much of a job as it's kind of a goal I wanna do.

tagging: @catmemer @monster--boyfriend @p-r-i-c-e-r @furbearingbrick @jthepearlord @citrucee

[geminmyeyes]

Chapter 2 - Beyond Light and Shadow (Tumblr Backup)

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Somewhere in the Youkai World, a palace plunged in the darkest shadow, leaking with powerful yoki energy much like a stray drop of ink darkening the once clear water. Lit only by faint azure flames, a cold, calculating youkai with a feminine form sat upon her throne of decaying bone.

“Goku Hyakki-Hime, your majesty,” Chiharu began, kneeling before the might of the frigid hearted queen he served so loyalty for saving his life. His Kenbumajin was by his side, being able to manifest without the need for him and Chiharu to switch places like they did in the Human World. “I’ve done the request of bringing back the requested youkai, however,”

“However, what?” The queen’s cold voice spoke, her voice not either curious or furious. It was devoid of tone, not even that or boredom or bemusement.

“There was a group of individuals who possessed various Youkai Watch devices that opposed my efforts, I was able to fend them off with the aid of the Genma and the Kenbumajin you have given me, even killed one of their Kenbumajin,” Chiharu began his report, trying to save face. “But they seem to have the current lord of the Youkai World on their side, meaning it’s possible for them to get intel on the location of the Sacred King’s Armory.”

“The Hellfire Judgement Lance is a big maybe given the Mikado Tribe’s connections,” Chiharu’s Kenbumajin piqued in, trying to remain as collected as possible despite the sarcasm and need to make a biting remark flowed through his veins. “But the others I greatly doubt, given how scattered a lot of them are, both in the Human and Youkai Worlds. Even then, it took me breaking the limiters on my armor to get rid of that one Kenbumajin, dunno when I’ll be ready for that kind of power again.”

“Don’t fret though, my queen,” The Kenbumajin added to his statement. “That lance wielder isn’t even the one that killed me the first go around, we should be more than fine.”

“Technically don’t we have a Scared King’s Armory in our possession?” Chiharu piqued. His queen looked dull, but something in her eyes gave something resembling worry.

“It’s grafted to something I’d rather not think about unless it’s a moment of desperation. Besides, there’s no telling where the holder of such a weapon is so we can’t even use the power of one of the Sacred King Kenbumajin against them,” Goku Hyakki-Hime gave a typical lifeless response. “The two of you can go recover for now. Chiharu, please visit me in this throne chamber when you wake up, there are necessary upgrades I must bestow upon you.”

As the two were dismissed, Goku Hyakki-Hime shifted her focus elsewhere, to a fellow Oni that had been dragged in by her loyal knights.

Shutendouji, who was gradually becoming more and more conscious, shot right back to reality when Goku Hyakki-Hime held up his chin. In her stiff motions, there was at the very least a valiant, noble attempt to try to give him a tantalizing look. Damn, she must’ve known his tendency to obey anyone who calls herself princess. Without Douketsu to tell him how much of a simpleton he was acting like, he felt himself not too keen to improve on such a weak spot. Plus he had to admit, despite her dead motions, this queen lady was really damn cute.

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The events from last week were, to put bluntly and simply, a lot to process despite happening in rapid succession. Not only was this Chiharu kid on their level, but had a Kenbumajin that was insanely powerful, leaving Asura greatly weakened and Fudou Muyoou dead in Youkai Terms. At least, that's what everyone guessed, not a soul had seen the ruffian boy form he took when he wasn’t lending his electrifying power to Touma anywhere. The kids had a vague idea on where to get help, but it was cryptic and they were at the end of the day, a bunch of first year high school students.

Yes, they saved all of Human and Youkai kind from extinction when they were only in middle school, but this felt different despite seeming initially, a much less pressing threat on the surface. Taking over the world at least had a chance of reclaiming it as opposed to full on extinction, but those wanting to take it had one hell of a dangerous ace up their sleeve.

Just who was that guy, anyways? Youkai existed in legends beforehand, the portrayal of the people being a bit different to how it is in the reality of the Youkai World (Lord Enma being a particular example, he can’t even grow a beard), and it puzzled Natsume. She had spent a whole night reading upon legendary archers with possible sun affiliations. Legends of an expert archer who shot down the nine suns upon request, punished with mortality alongside his wife. Another about a child of a sun god who started one of the bloodiest wars by being offered the most beautiful woman in the world. Several words were read about a prince fearful to fight against his family, but being assured it would be okay in the end by the literal universe itself. Stories of a god of sun, light, kingship, and the arts possessing a powerful sling and being the father to an equally great, if not greater, hero. So much information, such little time. A board originally for keeping memos and the occasional cute pin was now covered in thumb tacks and string with several handwritten notes from various paper pads she had kicking around in her room.

“The sun motifs and archery could have melded together, alongside a bitter resentment from becoming mortal for simply doing as he was instructed to do…” Natsume pondered aloud, gripping the pencil between her hands. “That guy HAS to be Hou-Yi! If I turn out to be wrong then I’ll be–”

“Natsume, sweetie?” A familiar, soft voice spoke, the door creaking open without a moment’s hesitation between the gentle knock that preceded. From that string of actions and voice, she recognized her as her mother instantly.

“Y-Yes, mom?” Natsume choked out as politely as she could, trying to ease up from the sudden entrance of her mother and about to yell a swear. 

Natsume’s mother simply just looked at her board with a puzzled look but an earnest nod. “I hope you’re having fun with…whatever you’re doing right now, but remember you start school tomorrow so it’s not the best idea if you stay up too late, alright?”

Crap, she had been staying up too late going down rabbit holes of information again, hadn’t she?

“I-I will! Wow, time sure does fly sometimes!” The daughter answered back rather awkwardly, her mother closing the door gently as she left.

In a moment of awkward silence, Natsume realized she should probably go to bed soon. It was halfway past midnight already. Her brain was already fairly fried by looking up so much information and trying to piece it all together.

As she was turning off the lamp and main light in her room, the corkboard stared her down. “HOU-YI” was written boldly and confidently in the center of the board, alongside a crude scribble of what she remembered that Kenbumajin looked like. String connected points to points from different stories and legends. 

She hoped that she would be able to balance all of this alongside the turbulence of starting high school tomorrow. 

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A positive note for Natsume is that the day started out normally. Just take her seat, pay attention to what each teacher has to say, no sweat no problem. It was the first day after all, nothing too difficult would be given on the first day.

That would be the case if it wasn’t for the army of girls that manifested out of what felt like absolute thin air to crowd around one guy in particular. 

Whoever he was, he radiated with the distinct scent of lavender vanilla, and his skin was a divine smoky quartz free of any blemishes, glittering like the finest copper. Hair was a dark oxide red that had a few lilac hair extensions brushed in for extra effect. He was practically a modern Aprhodite, just casually going about with a posse of girls.

“It’s. It’s literally the first day!?” Natsume thought to herself, casually picking up the pace with walking to her classroom to avoid getting roped into whatever nonsense was going on over there. She took a seat, closed her eyes, and hoped whoever would plop into the desk next to her for the rest of the year would be tolerable.

 “I’m surprised that there’s a girl not instantly captivated by me,” The boy from earlier spoke, and to Natsume’s shock, was going to be right next to her for the rest of the year. Just great.

She didn’t bother to give him an introduction, making the kid’s smug face humbled slightly. This one would be a challenge, he thought.

“My name is Saito Mitsue, I kindly ask you to not forget such an important thing,” He tried to play it as smooth as he could, covering up his embarrassment and failing slightly at hiding it.

“I’m, uh, Natsume Amano,” Natsume answered bluntly within a bit of a bemused blurting out of an introduction.

Classes went by relatively normally, not even the homeroom teacher felt like they were secretly a malicious youkai this time around. Maybe this would all be normal. Aside from the aforementioned threats of a hostile conqueror of the human and Youkai worlds but that could wait until after a long drawl of classes. The last of these classes was next.

“Oh brother, Home Economics. Not my forte,” Saito bit his lip a bit in dread, Natsume looking a bit puzzled.

“Is it that hard? Mostly just learning a few different skills,” Natsume tried to reassure to the best of her ability. Saito looked off to the side a bit, his hand to the side of his face.

“Ehhh, I was never the best cook, I had to always get my brother to help me out–”

The rather fabulously eccentric boy’s train of thought came to a screeching halt when the door slid open and the one who would bear knowledge of home economics entered the room. He looked to be pretty toned and ripped. Slightly sunbaked skin could be seen through his mostly clean and professional look with a collared shirt and tie, but he had a scruffy, uneven beard, like he attempted to shave but the razor blades broke instantly on the first go around.

“Alright, let’s get this introduction brief and simple so we can get to the good stuff,” The man spoke, his voice strong yet gentle, crossing his arms to do his best to seem cool. “Name’s Mr. Kazama, and I’ll be your coach in showing you how to make the most of your home, from how to use appliances to how to cook well!”

As the last class of the day continued, Chiharu stood on the roof of the building, looking over something he was given this morning from his queen. It was a Youkai Arc, but the usually translucent white outer edge was pitch black, not a bit of light was allowed through despite its resemblance to a gemstone in terms of texture and weight. 

“This is a Dark Arc,” Her words echoed in his mind. “It gives a boost to a Youkai’s Shadowside form, but it can only be summoned in its Shadowside form and they will not really listen to you all that well. Summon them from a safe distance.”

He had asked about wanting to summon two fierce looking youkai he saw among the Dark Arcs, one of lightning and one of wind, but was ordered to refrain from summoning them due to the summoning system still being a prototype and those youkai in particular being a little more unruly. But perhaps if these Youkai Detectives prove themselves as a particular thorn in their side.

Initially, there was hesitation. A small part of Chiharu wondered if this was the right thing to do, something about the arc he was given and the ones his queen presented felt ominous in some way. 

But, an order from the queen is an order, and he had to obey to prove his gratitude towards his pointless life having been given some meaning.

In the same slot he would insert his Youseiken key into, Chiharu slotted in the arc, a shadowy energy coming out of the watch grafted to his arm as the face gave a faint glow. The words he was instructed to say flooded his mind and he held the dark arc over the watch face.

“One whose heart is sealed in darkness, let the world know your wrath!” The dark fog spread more and more until it summoned forth a youkai, where that youkai ended up or what it ended up being was unclear as the summoning coordinates seemed to be a bit off.

But what could be gathered was that this youkai had made the previously idyllically bright and sunny skies be covered in dense clouds that brought in buckets of hard hitting rain. Chaos was unleashed almost within an instant, it was quickly a record for schools to dismiss their students to let them go home early in this sudden freak storm. 

The blare of grating storm warning sirens and frazzled looking weather reporters, it was a delight for the wicked child.

In the midst of the sudden shift of weather without a single warning, among all the panic, a silver eyed university student was staying level headed, but was puzzled by the sight.

“The weather patterns for today…they didn’t line up like this at all!” Shirogane muttered to himself, pulling up a somewhat shady website on his phone, the occult reporting site Usuranura. There was no way that this was a freak accident of weather, he had forecasted that it was going to be clear skies from sunrise until sunset.

But was this all a work of something supernatural, or was he just a fraudulent meteorologist in training? Was this path even right? His mind was quite literally clouded.

Even then, the request was submitted, sitting in his university's science ward peacefully to try to inspect this bizarre phenomenon. 

To Shirogane’s surprise, there was a response to his request, and by the time he looked at it and put his phone down (the phone service on campus was a bit shoddy and slow), three spunky high school students stood before him.

“Oh hey, aren’t you that guy I ran into last week? Shirogane Inazuma was it?” Natsume asked, the aforementioned man nodding.

“Yes, it seems the rain keeps making us meet,” Shirogane commented, before getting back to the matter at hand. “As you can probably tell, there has been a sudden burst of rain despite there being no clouds as far as the eye could see earlier, and there’s no signs of it stopping either. It has the potential to become a Typhoon if it keeps up…”

“Shouldn’t you be headed home if the weather has the potential to be that bad?” Touma asked, Shirogane simply shaking his head in response.

“I’m a meteorology student, an understudy weatherman if you will, I can’t back down even when things look dire like this,” He answered, lost in thought.

“Well that settles it, this has to be the work of a Youkai, without a doubt!” Akinori concluded, Whisper looking up from his Y-Pad in a slightly shocked expression when the boy came to that conclusion.

Without further hesitation, investigation began to be underway between the trio, plus Shirogane and his knowledge of the facility. Something about this place, the Youkai causing this freak storm had to be around here somewhere…

Nearby weather radars kept monitoring, the rain being particularly intense around the facility’s building. The rain that was going over the building was less drops of rain and more of bullets battering the daylights out of the structure. 

Amidst the pour of rain there was…crying…sobbing? How strange. The four of them were the only ones in the building.

A shadowy presence could be seen down the hallway, Natsume pressed a switch on her Watch without a moment of hesitation to shine a light. 

Revealed within the cloud of shadow was a Youkai resembling a little girl, with blue skin and lilac hair that was sopping all over her crying face. Her torn umbrella dripped off waterfalls worth of water.

“I’ll try to lock the building where I can, we can’t have all that water trying to damage our equipment!” Shirogane made his intentions clear, meaning everyone would have to try to be careful within limited space confines, and a possible threat of flooding! Good thing this seemed to be a meeting room, so there was some space aside from a table in the middle of the room.

“Summoning, Shadow! Please come out my friend, Jibanyan!” Natsume didn’t hesitate in summoning the (mostly) reliable cat youkai, always there to lend a paw. That or perhaps it was merely just a habit. Regardless the feeling was summoned, but quickly reverted to his Lightside form when he was exactly what he was pitted up against.

“You expect me to square up against a kid?” Jibanyan questioned with a lot of hesitation to fight. “Look, I get it, I can punch a truck in half but I don’t beat up kids. I have a code of honor.”

The rainy youkai, having had enough of the bickering, casted forth some water to try to sweep the feline away, who just resulted in jumping onto a nearby fridge and hissed.

“You’re so…so mean and scary!” The smaller youkai sobbed, the water situation getting much worse by the minute.

“Possession, Genma! Yoshitsune! Lend me your strength!” Touma jumped in, figuring a smaller, less destructive Genma might be the key to winning this fight. In the meantime, Natsume fumbled around for another arc.

“Summoning, Shadow! Please come out my friend, Komsan!”

Within no time both the flute wielding Genma and the fierce shrine dog had made their appearances at last. Swiftly they took off into their own directions to deal with the situation at hand.

Yoshitsune was first to start things off, softly trying to approach the child.

“Is something troubling you, miss?” Yoshitsune asked politely, the child looking in the direction of the flute wielding Genma.

Her response was to smack the Genma silly, giving him a piece of her mind the whole time.

“There’s nothing wrong with me, you meanie!” She cried out, Yoshitsune backing off a bit after smacking the Youkai away with his small but handy sword. Something in her voice was a bit off however, like a child wasn’t this irrational to be calmly asked if everything was okay, right?

“It seems there is some sort of curse making this Youkai’s Shadowside much more violent and unreasonable than it typically is,” Yoshitsune gave his insight to the situation at hand.

“Alright, well it might be best to see if ol’ Komasan can get an opening on that kid and I can see if a little bit of Yojistu can get her out of her funk!” Akinori explained his plan, coordination on the fight being underway.

While waters began to rise in the small meeting room, Komasan tried to figure out how to knock over the Youkai without causing too much harm to a literal child. So using his finisher to summon a huge rock statue to crush her seemed to be an absolute last resort plan.

The dog’s thoughts were stopped by a jet of water being blasted into his direction, jumping out of the way made him run into a chair with wheels and nearly crashing into a wall had he not stopped himself at the last possible moment. Wait a second…perhaps…?

Leaping out of the chair, Komasan proceeded to kick it square in the direction of the rainy youkai, making her wobble a bit where she stood.

“Now!” Komasan barked, Akinori getting a smug look on his face.

“Alright, time to shine, take this!” The priest boy yelled, making a star formation out of magic and tossing it at the rainmaking Youkai, causing a burst of light to purify the troublesome youkai.

Finally, the rain had stopped. The sun started to break through the clouds, slowly starting to dry up the sopping wet ground.

“Is everything alright?” Shirogane asked from the other side of the locked door.

“All clear skies!” Natsume answered, all the locks in the facility being disabled and going back to normal.

All the flooding water that had resulted from the encounter had dried up and now standing was a much cheerier youkai bathed in sunny yellows and a less torn up umbrella. Her face was graced with an expression of pure, unparalleled joy.

“How did I end up here?” The sunny Youkai asked herself curiously, the teens approaching her.

“Hey there little miss, is everything alright?” Natsume inquired, the youkai just smiling in return.

“Yeah, I just got lost,” The asked youkai answered sickeningly sweetly. “By the way, my name is Hare-Onna, my shadowside there is called Ame-Onna but I often get mixed up with my mama if you aren’t super specific. Plus I like being happier and sunnier anyways!”

“Hare-Onna, do you know what happened to cause you to act out in such a way? You don’t seem like the type to do that often,” Touma added in, the girl thinking for a bit before giving a slight sigh.

“I don’t remember much, I remember seeing a mean looking boy as the last thing before my memory got really clouded.” Hare-Onna answered, trying not to seem too glum but perked right back up. “But! I think they might have put a spell on me to be really mean. Usually I stay in one place when I’m in my Shadowside form, I don’t like causing trouble.”

Mean looking boy, that’s probably Chiharu…

“So whoever this Queen of a Hundred Demons is, she must have something that causes Youkai to go berserk and violent,” Akinori thought for a moment, piecing it all together. 

“An evil queen? That sounds awful, please, let me help out in any way that I can!” Hare-Onna called to action, handing out her Arc without a moment of hesitation. “I pinky promise that I’ll listen and be nice, even when I’m upset and go into Shadowside!”

“Thank you, we’re doing our best to figure out how to stop her before things get out of hand,” Natsume smiled back, the sunny enthusiasm rubbing off on her.

Meanwhile, Shirogane thought to himself, some of the words the priest boy was saying. A Queen of a Hundred Demons? Why did that sound so…so eerily familiar?

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Miles and miles away, far off in France, a museum tour to a group of high schoolers was underway, taking them through a special exhibition showing off various weapons from across the world.

Swords, spears, shields, knives, bows and arrows, you name it, from all corners of the globe, they were on display. While each was a crafted thing of beauty to behold, there was one that caught the pale blue eye of one student that came abroad.

“Excuse me, could you tell me more about this really pretty archery bow you have here?” Ayame politely asked one of the curators, pointing in the direction of a bow made of pure platinum highlighted with bright cyan accents. 

“Yes, that bow was found by the curation team of this traveling exhibit, and they found it in the Yamuna River miraculously intact and without a scratch!” The curator gave a gentle smile and began to explain. “It’s a miracle such a thing of pure platinum didn’t seem to rust. Because of its ability to have been kept in pristine condition and where it was found, the curation team has decided to call it ‘Gandiva’. Shame that tomorrow we have to pack things up to go to our next stop in Japan…it’s a wonderful piece of weaponry and art.”

“Thank you, and I agree, it is quite a beautiful piece of artistry!” Ayame thanked, before starting to take mental notes, as something about the bow looked strangely familiar. 

She got out her phone to scroll through her group chat log between her and the other detectives across the continent and to the sea, further inspecting the engraving from the Youkai World she had been sent in the chat. It was a rhythmic pattern of looking at her screen and then back at the display case.

There was no denying it had a similar four gem set up with a colored diamond much like the other Youseiken she had seen. The primary color of cyan matched the depiction seen in the large engraving, even some of the distinct patterns were translated.

Making sure her hands were steady, Ayame got the best photos she could, getting a few closeups as well, making sure nothing was missed by any glares from the glass or random museum goers being in frame. Then, the photos were sent alongside a message and sticker of a cute rabbit with polka-dotted inner ears making a shocked expression.

“Hey guys, I think this might be one of the Sacred King’s Armory Youseiken you guys were talking about to me last week!?” 

“Woah! Do you know if it’s a permanent part of that exhibit or of a touring exhibit?”

“They said it’ll be on the road to Japan starting tomorrow, so it might be at a museum where you guys are all at! It’s called the Marvelous Weapons Of the Past Three Millennia exhibition!”

[hirazuki]

Tagged by @skaelds -- thanks for the tag!

1.Three ships?

Hmm, I’m going to interpret this as romantic ships, because I have much fewer of those than platonic ones; otherwise we’ll be here all day XD I don’t really have any ships in Tolkien (like, I’m cool with all the ones established in canon and a handful of fanon ones, I’m just not particularly invested in any), so:

Ulquiorra/Orihime (Bleach) Erza/Jellal (Fairy Tail) Sesshomaru/Kagura (Inuyasha)

2. First ever ship?  

Probably Lymond/Phillippa (The Lymond Chronicles)

3. Last song?

The Sea and a Pearl by Junna yes, I’m stll upset about how the series went but the opening song is so catchy damn it

4. Last movie?

I rewatched both Phantom Rouge and The Last Mission, for Hunter x Hunter research purposes 👀

5. Currently reading?

I’m about to start (re)reading the Silmarillion, the entire HoMe, Fall of Numenor, Nature of Middle Earth, and select parts of LotR and the Hobbit -- ideally in that order -- in preparation for some much overdue fic writing and possibly text-supported blorbo analysis because if I see one more take of a certain flavor, I am going to start a cult to Melkor

6. Currently watching?

I’ve been rewatching Space Battleship Yamato in the background while drawing (tbh mostly for the music; I can’t find the soundtrack anywhere and it is gorgeous); and in terms of currently-airing, I’m following Vinland Saga S2 (it’s beautifully rendered but I miss Askeladd SO MUCH), Boruto (I can always rely on Narutoverse to be there for me ♡), and Revenger (still forming my opinion on this one).

7. Currently consuming?

Coffee and water. I should probably actually eat something solid but basic self-care this past week has been at an all-time low.

8. Currently craving?

The attention span to sit down and just. finish editing even just one of the seven different fics I’m working on so that I can actually post something  T___T

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15 Questions 15 Mutuals

Rules: answer the questions and tag fifteen mutuals.

1. Are you named after anyone?

Saint Alexios; very traditional and typical of my family to name me after a saint. Me? Not so much a fan. I have a very love-hate relationship with my name.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I rarely cry, like once every few years, but I fulfilled my quota this past Wednesday ✌️

3. Do you have kids?

Absolutely not.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Lmao every sentence. Even when I honestly don’t mean to use it, I end up sounding like I’m being sarcastic XD

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

The way they move, primarily their gait. I’ve realized that I recognize people by the way they walk and hold themselves rather than their faces or other more conventional aspects *is actually a dog in human form*

6. What’s your eye colour?

Debatable. I, personally, think it’s green, but I’ve heard others say blue and/or grey.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

I don’t really care for scary movies, so I guess happy endings by default; but honestly, any media that is narratively coherent and consistent and delivers satisfactorily.

8. Any special talents?

Scary levels of organization. Can recognize people from the sound of their footsteps. Dog magnet. When I walk/move, I apparently make no sound and terrify people, even if I’m not trying to be quiet at all.

9. Where were you born?

Greece

10. What are your hobbies?

Drawing, writing, cosplay, swordsmanship.

11. Have you any pets?

I used to have a zoo, but time happens and..... as of this past week, there are none left. It’s been rough. (I live with my sis and she still has hers, so there are still fur babies in the house, but. it’s not the same.)

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I used to be big on soccer and basketball way back in middle school and high school, but none since then. I do practice martial arts, but none that fall into the sports category.

13. How tall are you?

About 170cm/5′6′’ ish.

14. Favorite subject in school?

English. Who knew that all those years of successfully bullshitting literary analysis would lead to online blorbo appreciation?? XD

15. Dream job?

Once upon a time, I dreamed of having a job that let me travel the world, allowed me to work with archaeological artifacts, and provided me with a skillset that I could also apply to my creative endeavors and other hobbies (i.e., objects conservator with a focus in metallurgy/metalsmithing).

Now, I just want something that requires minimum contact with other people/the public, is interesting enough to not bore or irritate me, and that leaves me with enough time and energy at the end of the day to pursue my own interests. Oh, and that pays a livable wage! Unrealistic, I know XD

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Uh, I don’t think I have 15 mutuals ^^; so I tag: @baked-hylian, @cruelfeline, @nomadicism, @chellekumari, @strangefellows, and anyone else who wants to do it! Do it only if you want, of course! :)