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[apigeonisapigeon]

WIP Intros

Arson and Other Fires

Project Lifebloom dissolves in a flash flood of an investigation that leaves the previously thriving community of Second- and Third-Gen humans — genetically engineered for physical strength and physic abilities, respectively — packed away in prisons and scattered across the universe. On the Project's distant Outer Station, Avram Ashta has just enough advance warning to pack the next generation of young Lifebloom cadets, an eclectic collection of scientists and soldiers, and a weeks' worth of food onto a ship and flee with nothing more than a scrambled message from the Project's director promising that a safe homeland is out there waiting for them, if only they can find it. Five years later, he's left the children memory wiped and hidden on an obscure planet and is holding his increasingly fractious crew together with both hands. And then news comes of the director's arrest, and with it, the first clue in years of the homeland's location. Except this new version of Project Lifebloom is different than he remembers — or maybe not different at all.

Wherefore Art Thou, Caspian?

What happened to Caspian Anno? This is the question plaguing our unnamed protagonist, who wakes one morning to find themself in Caspian's body with no memory of who they are, how they got there, or why everyone seems to be afraid of them. Written in the format of letters to the illusive Caspian, our protagonist struggles with personhood, identity, and the dawning realization that something terrible might have happened to their body's original owner.

City Witches

Ten covens, twenty fighters, thirty matches. Vandion City's underground fighting circuit has grown from a handful of scrappy witches trading spells in someone's garage to an institution in its own right, maintained through subterfuge and bribery. So when a famous, flashy fighter from a neighbouring city joins her coven and threatens not only to disrupt this precarious homeostasis but to take her spot in the ring, Nev Parker — ruthless, fast, holding the league record for disqualifications and nicknamed "The Brute" by her opponents — is less than thrilled. When the new fighter dies under mysterious circumstances shortly after her first match, Nev finds herself the prime suspect as the league scrambles to find the culprit and cover up the death before it comes to the attention of the authorities.

[daffodilly-dally]

*sees your degree in philosophy* Ok, so Descartes was a little bitch, right? Tell me I'm not the only one who thinks that.

xD unfortunately I’m not the right person to tell you that, I actually liked Descartes from what little I *did* study him. Though I’ve seen the Descartes-hate sentiment spread around on tumblr, so I know you’re not the only one. I just have never been able to figure out why lol.

For my own sake, I know his philosophy has a lot of problems, I just view his work as a nice starting point for developing more refined ideas.

[that-one-frendo]

'Phineas & Ferb the Musical' Introduction Post

Gonna be quite frank, I don't really know if this will ever really happen. BUT, I do know that I currently am back on the P&F grind of fanart, fics, and hyping up the new season. I currently have a basic plot, several uncoordinated scenes, a wishlist for casting if it was celebrities (it won't be if I do it) and about 4 songs in their draft phases.

I would also like to note that if I DO post the final draft of this onto the internet, it would be a kind of a lengthy wait. I'm not even sure if this is a thing that I'm gonna keep working on regularly enough to actually get somewhere with.

That being said, I'vd decided to post any and all progress on it to this blog under the tag 'Phineas and Ferb: The Musical' and related tags (which I will update on in this post) to it.

I AM AWARE THERE IS ALREADY A MUSICAL. It's called "Rollercoaster: The Musical" and has recordings on YouTube. I have not watched it, but its Wiki says that it features many songs from the original show, and is also fan made.

No profit is going to be made off of this, with any money being donated going towards the funding of costumes, set and prop designs, marketing, and the actual renting out of a theater. Anything left over will be going to a to-be-selected charity.

Once (and if) myself and a team I would potentially plan to put together get to the point where we need donations for later-stage production, I will create a website with some way available to give money, with validity proven.

Frequently asked questions and answers will be put in another post, which will be linked. If this actually gets going, please boost this post by reblogging when it comes on your dash or following my blog!

[hannie-dul-set]

fire and brimstone (and you’re a moth made of gasoline) — PREVIEW.

SYNOPSIS. having fought tooth and nail out of high school, university, and law school, only to end up working for a law firm that basically serves as a clean up dog after the biggest organized crime group in the district, you thought you couldn’t get any lower than this. 

the bar is in hell, and yet you’ve managed to limbo six feet beneath that. alternatively— na jaemin is the personification of hell, and your very existence just makes him even worse than he already is. 

PAIRING. na jaemin x female! reader. GENRE. gang! au, lawyer! au, office! au, comedy, drama, romance, very light angst, this is a sitcom, hate to love(?), a somewhat questionable power dynamic, asshole! jaemin (my beloved…my kryptonite…) but he’s also an idiot, jaemin has an eye contact thing, inspired by the manhwas “weak hero” and “study group.” WARNINGS. an abundance of criminal activity (including but not limited to organized crime, fraud, blackmail, DUIs, unethical and illegal occupational practices, etc.), blood and violence, suggestive themes, eventual non explicit sex, jaemin with a tattoo, legal inaccuracies because i am not familiar with south korean laws, so i’m just using my own country’s as reference. also because this is just a stupid thirst fic. who gives a damn.

WORD COUNT. preview: 2.8k | this will be a chaptered fic. TAGLIST. open. send me an ask/dm/reply.

NOTE. this is the side effect of having a clinically insane brain that has to make a fic out of everything, including the law readings that i am subjected to every day. i have also been re-reading weak hero and i’ve projected my favorite feral dog (keum seongje/wolf keum) to the sweetest man alive (na jaemin). i’ve also based their org structure to the Union’s, just for full disclosure. meaning, a whole lot of dream 00 line (criminal) shenanigans are underway. 

this intro note has become a mouthful. anyway, hope you enjoy! 

IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE YOUR OFF DAY TODAY. You’re on sick leave— that is, sick and tired of drafting legal papers, meeting clients, reading piles and piles of documents every single damn week, so you decided to use your once-a-month get out of jail free card to stay in bed playing Stardew Valley. It’s pre-planned. You’ve already faked sneezes and coughing fits at the office yesterday. You’ve already called your Division Chief this morning. Kim Doyoung can’t do shit when you’re allegedly bedridden and downtrodden with a fever. He can eat his own ass and suck it.

“You have a new case,” he informs you over the phone. “It’s from Nalkkeutta.” 

Or so you thought.

“Hah,” a weak wheeze squirms out of your throat. “Sure. Okay. Got it.”

Motherfucking son of a bitch. Those two lines spring you out of bed immediately as though your bones have just been tased. God dammit. You’ve just managed to snag Sebastian into wedlock. How dare he throw another job at you right now? How dare he ruin your sweet, sweet honeymoon with the emotionally constipated 2D man of your dreams? 

Still. It doesn’t matter if you just got married or have a collapsing lung right now. You haul your ass, get dressed, get out, and get into your car to drive to your district’s police station in a hissy fit, as per your boss, Kim Doyoung’s, instructions. This damned firm is working you like a dog, but you can’t bite the hand that feeds you. And neither can Kim Doyoung.

“Yes, sir, I’m on my way. Are the files ready? Can you send them to me?”

This case came from Nalkkeutta. NCT. Nal. Day. Kkeut. End. Ta. To burn. The day ends in flames. It’s a name that haunts the streets of Yeongdeungpo. It’s a name that’s synonymous with loan sharking, weapons dealing, and coughing up protection fees unless you want to get your shit rocked on an unfortunate walk home— under the guise of an honest to goodness security company to service your protective needs. 

In the early 90’s, the government had a massive crackdown on gang activity and organized crime, subsequently snuffing out any emerging organized crime presence by officially criminalizing the mere act of joining a gang under the Revised Penal Code. But Nalkkeutta is relatively new. That scorching sunset symbol suddenly emerged in the district one day, around eight to nine years ago, and it’s marred the district of Yeongdeungpo with burn marks ever since.

And your life. You haven’t been lucky enough to be spared from that damned gang’s mess. In fact, you’re currently entangled with one of their messes right now.

The glass doors of the Yeongdeungpo Police Station shut behind you. You’re smacked hard in the face far too artificial lighting and sickly white walls and the words Patriotism, Justice, Honor mocking you in embossed silver. You grimace, cross your arms, divert your eyes with an impatient tap of the foot— and your arrival doesn’t exactly come unrecognized by the front desk and the others scattered around the lobby. One officer takes immediate initiative upon seeing your familiar sour expression, rustling out of a conversation to attend to you. 

“Hey, attorney. How may we help you?”

You eye the man. You’ve come to know him by name— Jung Jaehyun— even without needing to take a peek at his uniform’s name tag. You spare him and yourself the small talk and jump straight to business. “I’m here to see my client,” you inform, followed by under-the-breath swears as you fumble through your phone for the e-file Doyoung had just sent because Nalkkeutt had the gall to demand you to run and fetch the bone they left behind here without even giving you the chance to look at it. Seriously. If they want you to do a good job, they should be more punctual than this. “His name is—”

Huh. You read the top line of the document. A lump forms in your throat. You read it again. Once more. And the letters neither shift nor fold, confirming with absolute certainty that you read the name of your client correctly.

It’s a name you haven’t heard of in a while. It’s name that stalked the corridors of the place you’d bid good riddance to eight years ago with a spit on the concrete ground. 

“Na Jaemin.” There’s a bitter taste on your tongue when you pronounce his name— like your very digestive system can’t stomach it, rejects it, and wants to vomit it right back out. “His name is Na Jaemin.”

A nod from Jung Jaehyun. He turns his heels and leads you further into the station.

Empty footsteps echo against the slowly dimming hall leading to the private visiting rooms. The silence pricks at your memories— an uncomfortable sound you’ve grown accustomed to in the two years you’ve spent at Ganghak High School. It’s been eight damn years since you’ve graduated, yet one mention of a name reels you back into the past with a vividness that’s still as clear as the present.

In your memories, Na Jaemin was the guy who carried with him a pungent air of animosity and violence in his wake. On paper, he is your client, a member of the power-drunk gang that you’re tied by the noose with, and someone you have to defend. At present, he is sits right before you— tight-browed, tight-lipped underneath the singular light bulb hovering above the center of the table, looking as though he’s one clock tick away from flipping the table over (the only thing maintaining a safe distance between the both of you), and leaving on his own accord.

Your eyes meet. Your head snaps down to avoid his gaze.

“Good day, Na Jaemin-ssi,” you manage to choke out. “I will be your lawyer for the case against Yoon Naksung and company.”

You’re not sure how you feel when there isn’t even a click of recognition on his part when you introduce yourself and mention your name. You realize that what you’re feeling is a mixture of fear, relief, and absolute revulsion when he responds with, “So, when the fuck am I getting out?”

There’s a ring in your ears.

It’s the sound of your heart trying to escape from your chest.

You inhale sharply. Fuck. You’re not sure if you have the willpower to push through this, and you can’t even ease your nerves or melt your frozen bloodstream with a sigh because he’s staring right at you— impatient, as though he’s counting down the seconds in his head after a one-sided declaration that you have a limited time to willingly answer before he forces it out of you by the throat.

That fucking looking in his eyes. That damned stare that instinctively triggers you to look down, look away, look anywhere else but directly at him. It’s a habit that everyone in Ganghak used to have. It’s a habit that’s still deeply instilled in your psyche, in your muscles, in your instincts to the point that despite being the person in authority at the moment, you have your head down, throat dry, and doing your damn best to read his case file despite the letters looking all wobbly from your anxiety.

Disturbing the peace. Three counts of physical injury. Less serious. Thank fuck. That makes things a little bit more hopeful, but that doesn’t mean you’re free from hell. Hell is sitting right in front of you, handcuffed because the cops have deemed his very existence a threat to public order and safety. You muster up a bit more confidence knowing he can’t reach over the table to sock you in the face.

“You’re an alleged offender, Na Jaemin-ssi. You’d have to be detained until the trial.”

Na Jaemin sneers, a kick against the table leg with a grunt. “Fucking useless,” he spits. His chair is tipped back, head turned away. You firmly press your lips together. You wish he’d just completely tip over and crash his skull and die.

For someone currently detained for a possible criminal offense, Na Jaemin sure seems very much unbothered yet annoyed at the same time. He sits relaxed on the foldable chair, shoulders slumped as if he owns the place, and he stifles out a lazy yawn— drawing attention to his busted lips and handful of scratches littered all over his cheekbone, temple, and forehead— a stark contrast to the vibrant purple splotch painting over his right jaw. You make a mental note to schedule a physical examination on his ass to record his injuries. 

“But…I can make sure you don’t get arrested” You proceed with caution. His evident annoyance is flecked with momentary interest. You suck in a deep breath. “Were there any other people involved besides you and the three witnesses? Was anyone else there?”

You’re not sure what you were expecting as a response. Whatever it’d be, you just hope you get some useful information. Any sort of information. However, it seems like you just asked the wrong question.

“The fuck? Hell, if I know.”

All that interest is eradicated by a sharp glare. Na Jaemin lets out a huff and a sneer. You’re stressed. You’re beyond stressed. This is impossible. Of all people, why did it have to be him? Back then, you’d always had a feeling that he was part of something sketchy, whether it be some ragtag juvenile group or whatever the fuck. You didn’t care enough to find out. But, christ jesus, he just had to be in fucking Nalkkeut. 

That sun tattoo sprawled on the back of his impatient hand— the gang’s symbol, sun rays etched into the bumps of his veins and calloused skin— tap, tap, tapping on the table with the clunk of his handcuffs tells you that he isn’t just some disposable grunt either. The urgency in Kim Doyoung’s tone when he called earlier confirms that dreadful conjecture as well. He’s up there. Way up there, and you have no choice but to fight back the urge to swallow your own tongue.

“I—I understand. That’s fine. Then…can I ask what events led to the incident?” you tentatively try to prod, taking a peek at his expression to see if you’re greenlit to ask this. His face brightens up. One corner of his mouth twitches upward, revealing a sliver of teeth. You flinch. He looks deranged.

“That bucket wearing dumbass looked me in the eye,” he starts, smiling. “So I punched him right in the socket. Then his friends decided that they wanted a beating too.” 

Na Jaemin is leaning back on the flimsy plastic chair as if he’s reminiscing a happy memory. Jesus christ. He’s always been like this, but it never fails to scare you shitless. You’ve always wondered why he was so insane, but the fact that he currently is and has been in Nalkeutta explains a lot of the things you’ve seen in high school. No high schooler had any business pulling up the gate with a BMW, nor was it reasonable for anyone at your age at the time to afford at least five Cartier watches considering the neighborhood you were in. Yet Na Jaemin and his lackey’s always showed up in the days that he thought was convenient in some sort of Chanel tracksuit and dozens of gold and silver accessories.

You were lucky enough to have never gotten punched in the nose with the absurd amount of rings on his fingers— a taste which he seems to carry until today, you notice while keeping your eyes down and trained on the table. They aren’t allowed to keep any personal belongings in the holding cells, jewelry included, fucking obviously. How this guy managed to keep his is beyond your imagination. 

“So, it wasn’t one-sided,” you try to confirm, try to get a good enough testimony to help his and your sorry ass in court. “Can you testify their participation during the trial?”

Wrong move. Very wrong move.

You jump in your seat when he suddenly lurches forward, chained palms slamming against the rocky table with a loud thump and a clink. “Hey, Little Miss Attorney. Listen very carefully,” he rasps. He’s leaned in closer now, making it a hundred times more difficult to keep your head down and not look him in the eye. “I beat all three of them half to death, and that’s all that matters. This question and answer bullshit is pissing me off. Are we done here? Can you fucking leave now?”

You’re scared shitless. You really are. It’s two years worth of trauma suddenly jumping you from behind a wall and throttling the air out of your lungs— of course you’re fucking terrified, and Na Jaemin can smell it like the rabid dog he is.

The problem is, he isn’t the worst of your fears. This mutt is leashed to an owner that would have your head as a dinner treat if you don’t manage to get him out of this stupid cage. So you don’t have much of a choice in the matter. Damned to hell if you do, damned to an even deeper hell if you don’t.

“Na Jaemin-ssi,” you start. Your jaw is tight. It takes everything in your power to force it open and speak. “I need you to cooperate with me so I can get you out of here. Help me help you, alright?”

You’ve really been trying your best to phrase your sentences in a way that doesn’t sound demanding, that you’re leaving it hp to him because you know this bastard doesn’t like being told what to do. But your careful attempts don’t matter against a volatile son of a bitch. “Why’d you even need my help? Ain’t that shit your job?“ he barbs, a slight scoff hanging off at the end. “Seems like Mark hired a useless fucking lawyer.”

Twice. He just called you useless twice. The sheer level of offense you feel momentarily overpowers your nerves— a biting tick near the side of your temple, and you dig your fingers into the clothed skin of your thigh. 

The Mark he’s referencing did not hire you because you’re useless. In fact, that guy regularly asks for you specifically whenever his gang is caught in any civil or criminal trouble because you’re the only damned attorney willing to get her hands dirty to find an out— and competent enough to pull it off in exchange for an extra zero on your commission. 

Meaning, this bastard is at your mercy. And he has the audacity to piss you the fuck off.

“Strike a nerve?”

Apparently, you failed to hide the scowl polluting your expression. When you sneak a glance at Na Jaemin, he appears to be amused at his successful non-attempt to get under your skin, a lazy, lopsided grin on his face. 

You get it together. Mark Lee, that fucking bastard. It had been fine for the past few months when all you’ve had to mediate were petty settlements and bails and lesser criminal offenses, but you’ve never had to deal with one of his executives directly before— who just so happened to be your high school bully, at that. You close your eyes shut, press your lips together, and release a deep breath from out of your nose as you stand up.

“I’ll handle it. There’s nothing for you to worry about, but I will need to arrange a meeting with you again before the trial.”

Na Jaemin simply shrugs and waives you off. Your tight lips force themselves into a smile as you nod and stomp your way out.

Fucking bastard, fucking piece of shit, fucking, god damn it—

You leave the station with a jumbled up head and with all your five senses screaming themselves into oblivion. Shit. Fuck. What the fuck. Had Kim Doyoing emailed you the file a lot earlier, you wouldn’t have gone here and welcomed yourself directly into hell. You could try to settle with the victims, but in case they won’t agree to a compromise, you’d have to pull a defense out of your ass considering that your client is the most uncooperative asshole you’ve ever been cursed to deal with.

It doesn’t help that spending two years in high school with Na Jaemin is reopening pages and pages of trauma that you thought you’d successfully managed to file away— stored in a safety vault in a little corner of your head that need not be reopened. But just meeting him— talking to him directly when you’ve never even dared to before— brought a rusty crowbar to that vault, mercilessly ripping it apart.

Having cancelled your off day, the car ride to your office building is spent thinking about how to scrape up a case to defend the bastard you thought you’d finally been freed from eight years ago. The bastard who’d made the last two years of high school a literal level hell of dread and desperation.

Even for Nalkkeutta, this has got to be the worst kind of torture anyone could ask for.

fire and brimstone (and you’re a moth made of gasoline). © hannie-dul-set, 2025.

[stone-stars]

Transcript:

[Eldermourne Theme fades out] Murph: WEL-come back to Eldermourne, everybody! Emily, Jake, and Caldwell: Eldermourne! Murph: I'm your dungeon master Brian Murphy joined by Jake Hurwitz! Jake: The relationship with my son has gone south because I foot-- I put both feet in my mouth. [Emily cackles. Caldwell joins her.] Murph: And ya did it again! Jake: Henry Hogfish! Emily: Okay, this is, we need to tell them behind the scenes! Jake: No. Emily: We literally-- full disclosure, we-- Jake: No. No. No, don't tell them. Emily: We recorded the intros-- we recorded the intros-- Jake: It's an embarrassing story for me and Caldwell. [Caldwell laughs.] Emily: And-- Murph, edit out Jake protesting. Murph, immediately: Okay. [Emily laughs.] He's been silenced. He's been silenced. Caldwell: I am absolved. This rules. Emily: We were-- (laughing) We were recording the intro, and Caldwell realized that he hadn't been recording, so we had to re-record it. But in the original recording, Jake fucked up his rhyme, and he said "oh, good, now I can get my rhyme right." [Everyone laughs.] Caldwell: Nobody's mad at me anymore! It's so good! Murph: Maybe I'll splice in the recording of Jake fucking up the first time. [Emily and Caldwell giggle.] Jake: Wow, that's perfect. Murph: So let's go ahead-- we're gonna go ahead and cut to Jake's first intro. Jake: Okay. Murph: Let's roll that. [Emily cackles. The Eldermourne Theme fades in.] Jake: Uh-- oh fuck, uh-- Relationship with my son has gone south, because I put both feet in my mouth-- I forgot it for a second. [Theme fades out.] Jake: Yeah, good on ya, Caldwell. [The others laugh.] This is not fair! Caldwell's huge fuck up was just shining a light on mine! That's not right! Murph: That's true. That's true. Caldwell: Jake texted me and said "hey, turn off your recording so that I get another shot at it, and I obliged him. Murph: This is your dad forgetting to pick you up, and then you get mugged. This is Caldwell's mistake, and then you are really really suffering for it. [The others laughing.] Um-- Then, of course, we've got Emily Axford! Emily: Living the dream and looking like Liam! Fia Boginya! Murph: Emily, it's even better the second time, hearin' it. Jake: That's fucked up. Caldwell: Crisp, perfect. Emily: Thank you, I didn't mess it up the first time, it's so good. Actually, why don't you go ahead and use whichever one I am better at, okay? Murph: Okay. Two for two. Two for two. Jake: Jesus christ. Caldwell: Can I say my livin' la vida Liam joke again? Cause I thought that was fun. From the first one? Murph: Sure. Um, y'know, as memorable as it was, I completely forgot it. [The others laugh.] Um, and of course, Caldwell Tanner! Caldwell: Oh, Stella Vervain's special little guy who's getting swept up-- Jake: Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! Caldwell: --in her sweet little lies, Zirk Vervain. Emily: Oh my goodness. [Everyone laughs.] Caldwell: Yee-haw! Flawless dismount! All the judges love it. Jake: Swing, batta batta batta batta! Murph: Wow, two 2/2s and one 0/2. It's-- You'd think there'd be some deviation there, but… wow. Jake: Caldwell didn't really get a 2/2. He didn't record. Caldwell: Jake, you could just turn off your Zoom right now, and then we'd have to start recording again. Jake: I need another shot. Murph: This intro's way better than the other one, guys, I'm just saying! This is good. Maybe we should fuck up the show every time. Emily: I honestly was barely paying attention, and then when Jake messed up again, I… could not stop laughing. Murph, laughing: Why were you barely paying attention?? [Everyone laughs.] Emily: I was looking at my spells! Murph: Okay, alright, alright. Caldwell: She's got a lot of spells! Murph: She's got a lot of spells. Emily: I have to remember what I can do. Murph: Alright guys, let's go ahead and get into the recap.

[whateverisbeautiful]

Reveling in Richonne - Master List

TWD Season 3 - Season 7

Season 3

#1: The Fence Arrival (3.06)

Season 4

#2: The Rescue (4.08)

#3: The "It's For You" (4.09)

#4: The Claiming (4.11) 

#5: The “Hey, You Too.” (4.16)

#6: The “I’m Okay Too” (4.16)

Season 5

#7: The "You Ready?" (5.11)

#8: The Knock Out (5.15/5.16)

#9: The "I'm Still With You" (5.16)

Season 6

#10: The Rescue pt.2 (6.09) 

#11: The Domestic Intro (6.10)

#12: The Low Five (6.10)

#13: The "Want" (6.10) 

#14: The Toothpaste (6.10)

#15: The Listening (6.10)

#16: The "I'd Do It For You" (6.10)

#17: The Couch Conversation (6.10)

#18: The Mints (6.10)

#19: The Reveal (6.11)

#20: The "This Is Different" (6.11)

#21: The RV (6.11)

#22: The Shot Calling (6.11)

#23: The "Don't." (6.11)

#24: The "We’ll Win" (6.11)

#25: The Checking In (6.12)

#26: The East (6.15)

#27: The Concern (6.15)

#28: The Dread (6.16)

Season 7

#29: The Memories (7.01)

#30: The Look (7.01) 

#31: The Speaking Up (7.01)

#32: The Co-Leadership (7.01)

#33: The Dream Wedding (7.01)

#34: The Bed (7.04)

#35: The Watching Her Go (7.04)

#36: The Protection (7.04)

#37: The Request (7.04)

#38: The “Are You Going To Let Me?” (7.04)

#39: The Deer Drop (7.04)

#40: The Pallet (7.04)

#41: The Fight (7.04)

#42: The Disclosure (7.04)

#43: The "I'm Gonna Try" (7.04)

#44: The Grimes 2.0 (7.05)

#45: The “Good Luck” (7.05)

#46: The Kiss (7.05)

#47: The "Even If" (7.05)

#48: The Walkie Talkies (7.07)

#49: The Reflection (7.08)

#50: The “Me and You” (7.08)

#51: The Holding Hands (7.08)

#52: The Stepping In (7.09)

#53: The Holding Hands pt. 2 (7.09)

#54: The Side Eye (7.09)

#55: The Mow Down (7.09)

#56: The Smile (7.09)

#57: The Arm (7.10)

#58: The Push (7.10)

#59: The Collaboration (7.10)

#60: The Hug (7.10)

#61: The Enemies-To-Friends (7.10)

#62: The Cat (7.10)

#63: The Everything!! (7.12)

#64: The Montage (7.12)

#65: The "We Gonna Win Today?" (7.12)

#66: The "What's That Smile?" (7.12)

#67: The Pretzels (7.12)

#68: The "Just A Little More" (7.12)

#69: The Sleeping (7.12)

#70: The Owing (7.12)

#71: The Rounds (7.12)

#72: The “Think We Can?” (7.12)

#73: The Fall (7.12)

#74: The Candlelit Dinner (7.12)

#75: The Proposal (7.12)

#76: The “…Together” (7.12)

#77: The Wakefulness (7.12)

#78: The Eight (7.12)

#79: The Great Plan (7.12)

#80: The Flirting (7.12)

#81: The Deer (7.12)

#82: The Ride or Die (7.12)

#83: The Embrace (7.12)

#84: The Collecting (7.12)

#85: The Heart to Heart (7.12)

#86: The "I Can't Lose You" (7.12)

#87: The “I Can Lose You” (7.12)

#88: The “You Led Me Here” (7.12)

#89: The Cat pt. 2 (7.12)

#90: The “Few More Days” (7.12)

#91: The Package Deal (7.15)

#92: The Matriarch (7.16)

#93: The "We're Together" (7.16)

#94: The "You care?" (7.16)

#95: The Showdown (7.16)

#96: The “Somebody Important to You” (7.16)

#97: The Discovery (7.16)

#98: The Relief (7.16)

#99: The TLC (7.16)

[melrambles]

Do I Wanna Know?

HIIIII MY FIRST FANFIC THAT I'M POSTING HERE AHHHH SO NERVOUS MDNI!!!!

Full disclosure it's just angst, hurt/comfort, LOTS OF JELOUSY AND INTERNALISED HOMOPhoBIA, ftm british reader living in america, Schlatt x Reader (kinda obv) LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OR I'LL EAT YOU >:)

(fic under the cut)

Word count: 2865

It was a casual Friday evening. You helped with filming the Chuckle Week final episode, mainly helping with costumes and decorations for the set. You, Charlie, Tucker, Ted and Schlatt were at some common LA bar, celebrating the end of the amazing podcast. You were close mates with the four men, meeting all of them years ago through Schlatt, your closest friend and your crush of many years. He was there for you even before you transitioned, being your pillar of support in the darkest times. 

You all crowded around the bar counter, chatting, drinking and just having fun. The bar wasn’t that full, a few groups littering the space along with some lone patrons. You had already been a few drinks in, definitely the most inebriated from the five. You were giggling, swaying from side to side, your vision blurred. You couldn’t help but notice how handsome Schlatt looked in the dim lights of the bar, his features soft and light, he absolutely looked at ease. 

So, when a gorgeous girl approached him, started openly flirting with him and he didn’t seem to mind it, your blood boiled. You always had the fear of Schlatt being actually straight, just figuring things out. He was always ambiguous with his sexuality, even with the closest of friends, even with you. 

He was flirting back with the girl, now completely detached from the group conversation. The three other guys noticed how quiet you’d gotten, their expressions somewhat worried, but they chucked it up to the alcohol in your system. Abruptly, you stood up from your seat. Your gaze was set on the karaoke machine tucked away in the back corner of the bar stage, empty and unoccupied. You decided that it was the best way to get your anger out of your system, scream out all the lyrics and just forget, forget, forget.

“Hey, you alright?” Tucker spoke up, his face confused and cautious, anxiously watching your moves. 

“Yeah, yeah. I saw a karaoke machine when we walked in and just wanted to give the old junk a try” You faked a smile, trying to convince yourself more than anyone else. The guys knew you long enough to realise that your slurred words weren’t at all nonchalant, they noticed the hint of anger and jealousy in your speech. 

“Just don’t embarrass us, m’kay?” Ted spoke up, trying to cast some humour into the steadily growing tension around all of you. You nodded in return, casting another glance at Schlatt and the girl before swiftly moving to the stage.

As you approached the machine, you noticed that it was already on, covered in a thin layer of dust. You sweeped your hand over the screen, trying to dust off the device to the best of your ability with limited resources. Wiping off your now dirty hand on your sweatshirt your eyes raked over the collection of songs to choose from. You kept scrolling the list, not in the mood to sing Barbie Girl by Aqua. Your eyes caught a very familiar song, one that held a lot of significance in your current predicament. You briefly glanced at Schlatt again, the girl now had her hand on his bicep, charming him into oblivion as he swirled his whiskey with intent. Your thoughts burned with venom and you decided that this song would be the one to sing. 

You grabbed the microphone attached to the machine, clicking the song and closing your eyes as the intro began to play. All the patrons now turned towards you, even Schlatt and that fucking girl. Ted and Tucker gave you encouraging thumbs up, Charlie smirked knowingly and nodded in approval. Schlatt looked utterly confused and leaned in to the guys, trying to ask them what was that about. 

The alcohol in your body locked out any embarrassment or stage fright, the only emotion in your whole system being jealousy. You hadn’t started taking testosterone yet, so your voice was quite high still, but with years of voice training you got it to sound just the way you wanted even without the hormone replacement therapy. 

Have you got colour in your cheeks?

D’you ever get that fear that you can’t shift the type

That sticks around like summat in your teeth?

Are there some aces in your sleeve?

Your eyes burned with fire as you began singing, your accent accentuated by the song and the anger seeping through your words. You kept looking at Schlatt, your gaze unwavering even for a moment as you knew the lyrics like the back of your hand. Even the girl, who was now full on pressing her tits into his arm, was mesmerized by your performance, her chin prepped up on Schlatt’s shoulder, as if challenging you, taunting you with her looks.

Have you no idea that you’re in deep?

I’ve dreamt about you nearly every night this week

You kept your voice steady, pouring all the unresolved and bottled up feelings into this performance. Those three lines were filled with the most venom out of all of them, yet there was a strange fondness intertwined with them. Your gaze wavered for a moment, you blinked away the tears that had started bubbling up in your eyes. 

How many secrets can you keep?

’Cause there’s this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow

Spilling drinks on my settee

And I play it on repeat, until I fall asleep

Do I wanna know? If this feeling flows both ways

Sad to see you go, was sorta hoping that you’d stay.

Baby we both know, that the nights were mainly made

For saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day.

You took a quick breath before singing the chorus, knowing that all of your emotion would be poured into it. You squeezed the microphone in your hands in a futile attempt of grounding yourself. 

Crawlin’ back to you

Ever thought of calling when

You’ve had a few?

‘Cause I always do

Maybe I’m too

Busy being yours to fall for

Somebody new

Now I’ve thought it through

Crawlin’ back to you

You quickly exhaled the rest of the air filling your lungs before taking a subtle breath, a scoff playing on your features as you kept staring daggers at the object of your affections. 

So have you got the guts?

You rolled your eyes with an exaggerated frown, although it wasn’t that far from how you were actually feeling inside. Regardless, you continued with the song, unaware that Charlie was recording your performance, definitely to taunt you with it in the morning. 

Been wondering if your heart’s still open

And if so I wanna know what time it shuts

Simmer down and pucker up

I’m sorry to interrupt

Followed by another roll of your eyes and a scoff, your eyes instantly softening with the next lines.

It’s just I’m constantly on the cusp

Of trying to kiss you

I dunno if you

Feel the same as I do

We could be together

If you wanted to…

You could see the girl whispering something to Schlatt, his eyes widening and his grip on his whiskey glass tightening, almost smashing it in his hands. She chuckled slyly and kissed his cheek, returning to her friends in the far corner of the bar. Schlatt has now fully turned towards the stage, a dark, red lipstick mark adorning his face. 

You finished your performance and were lulled back into reality with an uproar of applause. Seemingly, all the patrons were now aware of the machine and rushed to form a line in front of the stage, all of them wanting to give a performance like yours. 

You squeezed through the growing crowds, very glad that you were after your top surgery and didn't have to push your tits against every single person. You went back to your seat, the three men applauding you loudly, gushing over your voice and the performance itself. Schlatt stayed quiet, his eyes confused, but the rest of his expression was unreadable. You left some cash on the counter and the bartender quickly snatched it up, closing your tab. 

“I’ll be leaving now, I’m gonna take an uber back to my hotel, so you don’t have to worry ‘bout me” You said your goodbyes, the guys confused at the sudden exit, but understanding that you’ve had a lot more drinks than any of them. They bid you a goodbye as well, your eyes briefly tracing over Schlatt and leaving him without saying a word. 

As you stood outside the bar, leaned against a wall, smoke from your cigarette floating into the air, the smoke from your mouth flowing from your bottom lip and vanishing into the night. You heard the bar doors open as you waited for your uber, your cig almost burning out.

“Had I known you had vocals like that I would’ve asked you to be on my christmas album” Schlatt spoke, your head immediately whipping towards him with furious disbelief etched onto your face.

“Is that all you have to say? Really? Your fucking christmas album?” You spat out, your cigarette now thrown on the pavement and stomped, now not even resembling a cigarette.

Schlatt’s face contorted in confusion, his head leaning to the side, as if trying to discern what you were talking about. 

“Do you want me to say something else?” He asked cautiously, the looks you’ve given him while singing still etched in his brain, almost burning with how vivid they still were.

“Yeah, I dunno, maybe anything other than your fucking christmas album after I’ve poured out all my feelings for you mere minutes ago in the bar?” You raised your voice, tears burning at your eyes again. Schlatt winced at your harsh words, finally understanding why you were looking at him the whole time. 

“Is… Is that what it is?” He asked shyly, remembering that you both were drunk, you much more than him, not believing what he was hearing was true.

“Are you fucking deaf? Or maybe it was that fucking bitch just flirting your ear off? Oh I saw, I saw the whole fucking thing and it made me so fucking furious, because for years, years I’ve dreamt of being to one holding you like this, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, just being yours. I’ve waited, patiently waited for any fucking sign before I transitioned and then when I did I buried all those feelings because I didn’t want to ruin what we had. Tonight, though, I’ve had enough. You literally started flirting with some random broad when I’ve been here, the whole fucking time. Do you have any idea how much it hurt to see that? Do you have any fucking clue how long I’ve been head over heels for you?!” You spat, words effortlessly spilling from your mouth. When you stopped, even you were in shock, immediately sobering up. Your eyes were wide, chest heaving, face, ears and neck red.

Schlatt stood there completely dumbfounded, unsure of what would be the right response to your drunken confession. The man just took in your venomous sentences, his mind running a thousand thoughts per second. In a flash, he remembered how you met in uni, how you immediately clicked as friends and how much he wanted to be with you pre-transition. When you did, in fact, start looking more masculine, he felt those feelings burying themself, his internalised homophobia taking over and making him see you just as a friend.

You meant so much to him, you’ve always been there for him when he needed it the most and in turn he was there for you. You both supported each other when no one else did, it was you two against the world. How could’ve he been so goddamn blind? How didn’t he reach for you when he had the chance right in front of him. You were the one who knew him the most, you were the one who’s seen his best and his worst and stayed, even when his countless girlfriends didn’t. His thoughts were broken by you checking your phone, clicking away at the bright screen.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his voice quiet, vulnerable.

“Cancelling my uber, I think we have to talk” You replied, seeing how his eyes moved from side to side, the cogs in his head turning. 

“Yeah, yeah, we uh… we should, yeah” He replied, his shoulders lunking in an attempt to make himself as small as possible, despite him towering over you by almost a whole foot. You would’ve found the action endearing if it wasn’t for the unresolved tension between you two.

You wordlessly grabbed his hand, the touch burning both of you, as you started walking, sending Ted a quick text that you and Schlatt went for a walk and would meet the rest of the group in the morning. You shoved your phone back in the pocket of your trousers and focused on finding a place to sit and comfortably talk. 

After about 15 minutes of walking in silence you saw the beach in the distance, hearing the calming crashing of the ocean against the sand. You followed the sound and approached a beautiful clearing, the moonlight hitting the water in such a breathtaking way. You glanced at Schlatt who was now staring at the view as well, your hands still intertwined together. He looked so ethereal with the moon shining on his face, the light breeze messing up the loose strands of hair that peaked from under his cap. 

You tugged on his hand and walked further into the beach, finding a nice rock to sit on without sitting on the sand. You pulled your hand away from his as he sat down and you had the impression that he chased it, but ultimately decided against grabbing it again. 

“Listen I… uhm. I’m sorry, I really am, for everything” He began, his eyes looking ahead at the horizon, trying to sort out his thoughts into cohesive sentences. Your head turned towards him, already prepared for the awkwardness that would follow his rejection.

“I’ve also liked you for years, toots, it’s just…” He broke his sentence, your eyes widening with confusion as what he said wasn’t what you expected at all. You turned your whole body to face him, now. You sat criss crossed on the rock, your elbows digging into your thighs.

“I’ve liked you since we met, before you started transitioning. I was too scared to make a move, because you were so beautiful, you still are! I’ve had this feeling that you were out of my league and… fuck” He groaned in frustration, throwing his yankees cap to the sand and running his hand through his hair in a calming motion. You sat there quietly, listening to everything he had to say with patience, giving him all the space he needed.

Schlatt reached for your hand, squeezing it with reassurance, both for him and for you. When you squeezed him back he felt a small grin breaking onto his face, knowing that it was time to let everything out.

“When you transitioned, my feelings changed. I still loved you, fuck I still do, more than a friend, but there was this thought in the back of my head that it was wrong, that no one would accept it, especially my parents. I always had this thought that everyone would disapprove and that we couldn’t be together because we’re both guys”

You scoffed quietly, your eyes briefly looking up at the moon, saying a silent prayer of gratitude towards it, feeling it smile back at you.

“I know that it’s dumb, my whole persona is a right wing conservatist who jerks off to gay porn and kisses guys, I get it. But, I can’t help but feel happy with you, feel like we belong together, even if some part of me thinks it’s wrong” He finished his confession, an understanding smile painted on your face as he turned to finally face you, lone tears staining his cheeks.

You pulled your hand away from his grasp and moved it to wipe away the tears from his face, letting your touch linger there for a few moments longer. Before you could pull it away, Schlatt’s hand was on your wrist, desperately holding it close, drinking in your warmth.

“I think you’d like Car Lights, by my good friend James” You joked, trying to lighten up the mood, now that both of you have calmed down and sobered up. 

He scoffed playfully, his eyes still locked onto yours, admiring how handsome you looked in the unfiltered moonlight. His eyes dropped from your eyes to your lips briefly, but not fast enough to escape your attention. You smiled and moved your other hand to his other cheek, both of you now softly leaning in. 

“Can I…?” His voice trailed off, the question obvious and loud in between you, despite the whisper of his words. 

“Yeah, I’d like you to” You replied, even quieter than he had as he closed the gap between you, your lips finally meeting in between after years of patience and frustration. 

Tagging those who MIGHT be interested :) @teslasucks37 @quesabo-corner @opalcicle @obsessivestar @shhhhh-secrets @lapse0freason @laambfuzz @p3achslimes @bio-hazard @hufflepuffsthunderdome @jellybell92 also I love all of you guys hoenstly just seeing how amazingly y'all write has given me the boost to come back to it (i wrote this in 3 hours whaaaa)

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About your Kokichi in dr2 post- one of the most interesting dynamics there for me is Mikan and Kokichi! In ultimate talent development plan, Mikan was one of the few people Kokichi treated with kindness (saying he knew she'd figure out his lies and that she's such a good nurse, protecting her from Hiyoko's bullying), which is kinda a rarity in the sdr2 cast for Mikan and would already make him stand out. But then you also get the whole face reading thing Mikan has where she practically read Hajime's mind in her fte's! Idk they're just super interesting and I wanna see your take on them

Ohmigod Mikaaaaaaaan~! You are SO real for that! One of my Kokichi muses (Loopy, for the curious) is from an AU where he was actually her little brother and was raised by her and the Remnants during the Tragedy! I've written some things for it, the intro to which is scheduled to post later today, ironically! But this isn't about that. We're here to examine how Kokichi and Mikan would vibe if they were classmates together in SDR2.

Kokichi's Potential Dynamic with Mikan in SDR2

So, full disclosure, I haven't actually played UTDP, so I'm unfamiliar with their dynamic in that non-despair setting. HOWEVER, from what you've told me here it seems to track a lot with how I would imagine things would shake out in the killing game setting as well. This is more based off of Kokichi's behavior than anything else because I know him a bit better than Mikan, but I'll try to dig into Mikan's side of things a little, too.

Also, for those who are unfamiliar, this ask is referring to a post I made yesterday regarding the potential for Kokichi's dynamic with the SDR2 class, and how it differs wildly from his dynamic with the V3 class. In that particular post, I started by cross-examining Shuichi's dynamic with Kokichi in the killing game with Hajime's dynamic with his classmates, and extrapolated how I believe Hajime would have interacted with Kokichi by contrast. I plan to do something similar here by examining how and why Kokichi chooses who he interacts with among the V3 cast, Mikan's position within the SDR2 class, and how I think that would color their relationship if Kokichi was in SDR2.

Kokichi's Draw to the Disenfranchised

Now, one of the biggest things about Kokichi to me is that he seems to gravitate toward the disenfranchised not matter what. In V3, as the cast begins to split off into groups, Kokichi often times ends up joining whoever is left on their own. The typical stragglers in V3 are Gonta, Miu, and Kiibo, and it's pretty common that Kokichi sticks by any one of the three and interacts with them the most.

Sidebar: You could argue that Maki is an outlier here, as he steers clear of her despite also being left out, but I would argue that's because he can tell that she's isolating by choice rather than by the force of the larger group. If she wants to be left alone, he'll leave her to her devices (that is, until she starts acting suspicious by guarding her Ultimate Lab and preventing people from seeing what's inside). Similarly, Tsumugi isolates herself by choice, often citing how plain she is without much distress over it. Kokichi isn't about to butt in if she doesn't seem to care one way or the other who she ends up hanging out with. Moreover, she doesn't seem to like Kokichi much anyway in the first place.

One might at first glance think of this as him just taking what he can get, but I think it's a lot more purposeful than that because he's able to bounce around from person to person at any given time instead of sticking where he is. This is most evident in Chapter 3, where Himiko, who was very close with both Angie AND Tenko, is very suddenly singled out and left alone.

For the investigation of that chapter onward, Kokichi very subtly detaches from Gonta and attaches to Himiko instead, all the way up until after the trial, where he calls her out for not being honest with her feelings. Once she has her breakdown, though, and the rest of the cast join in to support her, Kokichi quietly dips back to Gonta's side the next morning at the beginning of Chapter 4.

Overall, this behavior to me leans more towards a deliberate choice Kokichi is making to align himself with those who otherwise have no support to uplift them in his own way. It honestly makes a lot of sense, given his otherwise unacknowledged Talent, that he would feel compelled to help others. Another instance where Kokichi speaks up for the suffering minority include the Death Road of Despair, where he's the first to voice his complaints about Kaede running them ragged and tanks the fallout for the others who wanted to stop but were too afraid to say so.

Mikan Tsumiki and Passive Prejudice

Now, I've said before that class 77B is overall much more accepting and inclusive of the group. That has not changed. Mikan does not undergo any overt othering from the class like the disenfranchised characters of V3 do (see: Gonta's infantilization due to his social inexperience and Miu's dismissal due to her sexual eccentricities despite both of them displaying very clear and intelligence when it counts). The only true prejudice she receives is from Hiyoko's unprompted bullying, which has no clear reason behind it.

However, it cannot be denied that they don't do anything to STOP Hiyoko, either. This is a rare instance of the class at large being a bit too permissive of everyone, by simply allowing Hiyoko to do as she pleases because it's just "Hiyoko being Hiyoko." Moreover, everyone in the class seems to clearly understand that Mikan is intelligent and capable in her skills as the Ultimate Nurse, but this is just taken as the expectation. As a result, no one really praises her for her efforts despite consistently being the source of very important information for every trial, and even very nearly leads to the downfall of the rest of the class when she lied about the autopsy in Chapter 3 because they all take the validity of her information for granted.

All this to say, Mikan isn't inherently excluded, but there is a passive sort of othering that goes on with her. They do not judge her for being meek and clumsy, and yet simultaneously accept her as "the bullied one" and don't read too much into her true potential to make space for herself and do... literally anything else.

If I were to liken it to any character in the V3 cast, I would imagine it would most parallel the passive infantilization of Gonta, although with Gonta this is much more overt and harmful. Class 77B at least acknowledges on some level that Mikan is intelligent and capable, but in V3, the cast mostly writes Gonta off as socially unaware at best and outright stupid at worst despite his intelligence as the Ultimate Entomologist. In V3, this leads to a similar issue later on when the cast just can't seem to fathom the idea that sweet, innocent Gonta could kill another person, let alone conceptualize a reason as complex as a mercy kill.

Kokichi and Mikan as an Inseparable Duo

With all that being said, I imagine Mikan and Kokichi would largely be joined at the hip a lot like he is with Gonta through most of V3, and would behave a lot like how you described he does in UTDP. He would follow her around and pester her with questions, making up stories about some crazy life-threatening thing he survived, only to laugh when she tells him that's not physically possible and praise her for being so knowledgeable about the human body. He'd be in her corner the same way Mahiru often is for Hiyoko—quick to parry Hiyoko's bullying, and making sure he was always around to do so. Overall, he would be very vocal about his appreciation of her contributions to the group, something that the rest of the class does not often do because as an Ultimate it's just expected of her.

Like I said before, I'm not quite as familiar with Mikan, so I'm not entirely confident on how she would respond to this treatment, but I imagine she would be appreciative of his efforts because she's not used to people going out of their way to be with her all the time. I read through her FTEs to get a better feel for her, and I can imagine that since she fears not being cared about at all more than even being hated, she might argue in Hiyoko's defense at first, because at least Hiyoko cares enough about her existence to bully her in the first place. However, Kokichi would likely naturally combat that simply by being there for her at all times and arguing on her behalf, caring about her and appreciating her in a kinder way no one has before.

In terms of Mikan's treatment of Kokichi, I feel given her ability to read people's faces and in particular their health as the Ultimate Nurse she would be one to notice things about Kokichi that often slips under the radar for most people due to his outgoing personality. Especially considering he would be around her at all times, she would notice the stress of the killing game slowly taking its toll on him in the same way she noticed that Hajime wasn't sleeping well in her FTEs.

It would likely create an interesting back and forth between them regarding Kokichi's health. While Kokichi is, on the surface, more on the sickly side and definitely one to succumb to paranoia and stress, he exhibits strength in continuing onward in spite of it and even becomes more persistent the weaker he gets. This would pose to challenge Mikan's view that she has power over those who are weak and ill. I can imagine that he would even spin lies to prove as much to her, casually letting her fuss over him but also not allowing her to push him around. He would know that she knows he's lying when he tells the others that he's fine, but the point of the lie isn't for her to believe it, it's to show her that even those she perceives as weak can stand up for themselves and she is no different. She doesn't have to rely on others' weaknesses to elevate herself into a position of power.

This Dynamic in Practice

In the realm of the killing game in SDR2, this would honestly change the course of Chapter 3 a lot, without necessarily changing the outcome. I can imagine he would be one of the first to volunteer to help Mikan with the ill along with Hajime and Fuyuhiko, perhaps citing his ability to translate for Nagito with the Liar's Disease. However, when it comes to the hospital notice requiring visitors who are not actively caring for the ill to leave at night, Kokichi would likely spin a lie and pretend that he's also contracted the Despair Disease an excuse to be allowed to stay as one of the ill. Why would he do this? Simple: to make sure he's around to snoop and so Mikan isn't entirely alone and overwhelmed at night. He's small and sickly-looking enough already that he'd honestly be able to fly under the radar of anyone but Mikan herself after a thorough checking, but he's forceful and dramatic enough mimicking the erratic behavioral symptoms that she probably would not argue. Besides, Kokichi has been so independent and outspoken up until now; she might even jump at the chance of having some kind of power over him as his nurse even if he's been nice to her this entire time.

From this vantage point, Kokichi would likely be the first to notice her change in demeanor when she contracts the Remembering Disease just from his prior experience being around her all the time. However, I don't think he would necessarily be in a position to stop her. He would be stuck in his room most of the time, so the others—and more importantly Monokuma—won't catch on to his lie and get him kicked out. Moreover, as an interesting play into his arc in this context, he might have gotten comfortable as Mikan's one confidant and begun to trust her a bit too much. No, he probably wouldn't have thought to put much scrutiny on her in the moment even after she started acting strangely, because his focus would mostly be on the other ill patients and wanting to be helpful to Mikan.

If anything, being the only other healthy person at the hospital at the time Mikan starts executing her plan, and masquerading as ill at that, would likely put him in a very vulnerable position that she might even be able to use to her advantage to implicate him by revealing that he might not have been sick at all. It'd be his word against hers, and I've already spoken on class 77B's tendency to passively accept that Mikan is little more than a meek klutz.

In this situation, I imagine Kokichi would probably be one of the first to piece things together, and his approach during the trial would be to deconstruct 77B's perception of Mikan by drawing attention to the fact that she could lie about any information regarding the autopsy she wanted and nobody would be able to question it. Nagito already does something similar during the trial, but I feel like Kokichi would be a lot more overt and frantic about it. All the pieces point to Mikan, but he doesn't have the context to put together a feasible reason why Mikan would want to do what she did. After the clear-cut cases of Chapters 1 and 2, he's expecting there to be some kind of clear reason behind things. He would have to reconcile that the person he spent all his time with, supporting and uplifting, had become a Blackened. It's something that he definitely would have known to be a possibility, being as paranoid as he is, but it's a lot different when you're suddenly faced with that outcome.

It would hit a lot different than his situation in Chapter 4 of V3 with Gonta, because for all intents and purposes Kokichi views Gonta's situation as a proxy murder—that Kokichi himself is truly the one at fault and Gonta's status as Blackened is entirely dependent on the fact Kokichi was involved. However, Kokichi had nothing to do with Mikan's decision to become a Blackened. He has no need for that in this context, considering he's not being vilified like he is in V3. He and Mikan had a normal, friendly relationship, and he liked and trusted her as she was.

Then, after all that, she chose to kill entirely of her own volition, independent of his relationship with her. On top of that, the reasoning behind her murder is completely lost on everyone—some nebulous Thing that happened in their past that no one else remembers. He would want to know why more than anything else, so he can reconcile what parts of Mikan were true and what parts were lies. The problem there, though, is that all of Mikan is true, there are no lies to be found. Beyond having to reconcile that he just lost his closest buddy in the worst way possible? This revelation would drive Kokichi up the wall. What happened? What did they forget? Whatever it was, it changed Mikan's behavior enough to suddenly choose to kill not one, but two people, and be happy about it.

Thus marks Kokichi's decent into paranoia over the truth of their lost memories, something that I think would be the crux of how his spiral would play out in SDR2 in contrast to his isolation breaking him into the role of faux "Mastermind" in V3.

Conclusion

Yeah Mikan and Kokichi would be a BIG deal in the context of the SDR2 killing game. It would seriously fuck Kokichi up on a level on par with Gonta in V3, I think, but in a very, VERY different way. Thank you so much for your ask, I had a lot of fun taking the time to examine this!

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hell0o. i dont know anything about the beatles but i just watched two of us on a whim and have become insane. fic recs please or just any content, news articles interviews idek. help me tumblr use paulmccartneyprostateorgasm

Sorry I haven't been ignoring this I've just been Thinking. The thing is that I've been into the beatles off and on since I was in middle school so it's hard for me to remember like. Beatles 101. But welcome to hell. Two of us is a cwazy intro to mclennon lol.

Ok so I guess the thing is really depends on how serious you wanna be with your idk beatles scholarship? Like at an absolute bare minimum I would skim some wikipedia articles so you know the major people/places/events/eras. There are a zillion beatles bios and docs most of them bad some of them vital. Unfortunately it haven't gone through any of those since I was a teenager so I can't really tell you which is which anymore. I'm sure plenty of other beatles blogs could provide resources if you want them.

Definitely watch get back and let it be. The movies the beatles were in as well but less essential I guess. Advanced Level McCartney Studies but watch give my regards to broad street it's a fascinating reflection of pauls psyche.

I'd look at blogs like @amoralto @thecoleopterawithana @undying-love for references. Probably more upper level stuff but all of pauls interviews are on the paul mccartney project website and I once went through and read all the interviews from the 80s. Full disclosure, the thing about mclennon that compels me the most is the tragedy of it all, so that's where I tend to fixate. But it was a fascinating experience because you can really see paul work through his regrets/grief/resentment/bitterness/pain about john in real time

A word of caution when reading interviews: both of these guys are incredibly untruthful at times. John, after the breakup in particular, could be very hot and cold, especially about paul so don't take everything he says at face value. Paul also lies a lot no matter what anybody tries to tell you he just gets away with it more because he's still alive and people feel bad calling him a liar

Songs. Their songs are very very important. I sometimes see people act like it's stupid to believe things based on the songs. To a point I get it art doesn't have to be literal yadda yadda. But you also gotta consider these guys communicated a Lot to each other through music from the time they were teenagers. Anyway I'd suggest listening to the songs for a more thorough understanding but just reading lyrics I guess is fine. I personally still like going through people's mclennon playlists and analyzing Why people think they're mclennon. Look at the lyrics, go to beatles bible and/or the paul mccartney project and learn about the context, etc.

Okay anyway on to fanfic. If this is your main concern just ignore all the above advice who cares. Also I'm a horrible resource because I always forget what I read. Um @forthlin @menlove @pauls1967moustache have good fics sorry I can never remember any of your ao3 names. Merseydreams (I think it is) has good fics. @crepesuzette2023 does a lot of fic recs I think. One thing that's always fun about beatles fics is when u think something is completely made up and you look it up and it's literally real like wtf. I'm also a bad reference because I'm heavily biased towards early days fics and post breakup fics.

Ok hope this helps even a little bit. Remember the most important rule is to have fun. People take this shit so seriously but it's literally the beatles. But please do fact check that always drives me nuts.

[mimicha-arts]

Date: 09/13/2023 In my previous post, I wrote that time in s2 is broken and dead. I was curious if this was true for s1, too… For me the main problem of the last month was the dates in the files (character intros), the date of Emma's death + September 9th mentioned in episode 3, so I tried to consider these as related things. I always was confused by April-September thing, I thought that it is a mistake, but. Probably not. So. Let's break down the first episode! It was a deep dive, I'm not sure how real any of this can be, but (c) Let's divide everything into three parts:

Сhronology

It's not about Quede

April is not April

WARNING: SPOILERS

Chronology

April 16, which we see hours later that day. Qiao Ling receives an order from an unknown customer.

The goal is to get financial core data of Quede company. Information has to be obtained by diving in Emma, during the last financial settlement meeting before the release of the financial report, 2 days ago, on the April 14th, photo was posted at 10 pm.

Additionally, it is mentioned that there was an earlier photo, but they start with the most recent one so that the information is not “outdated”.

Events take place from April 16th to 17th in the present for Lu Guang. From April 14th to 15th in the past for Emma and Cheng Xiaoshi.

April 14th: 10:00 pm - start of diving. As Emma, Cheng Xiaoshi lived through the events in the company's office and stayed for overwork.

April 15th: About 2:45 a.m. Emma's parents text to her, Cheng Xiaoshi decided to reply.

9-10 am, morning, the meeting began. A conflict situation occurs, the laptop falls, Emma!Xiaoshi is on the floor. Lu Guang records data from the screen - Cheng Xiaoshi returns to the present time.

Later this day. Somewhere later that day, information about the company is leaked, involved people are arrested (news from April 17th)

Before 10 pm: Emma comes home after this day, she realizes that the situation with Quede is a stain on her career, because she was Mr.Zhu's assistant, there is no way for her to find a job in this field anymore.

Lately she discovers messages (02:48, that Cheng Xiaoshi texted) with her parents - this becomes her motivation for a call. It's the same day, still today (今天）- April 15th. This is the reason why we know that the disclosure of the company's affairs occurred on the same day after the meeting.

After 10 pm, before 10:30 pm Emma goes to the train station but runs into Liu Min, agrees to go with him.

About 10:34 p.m Liu Min attacks Emma.

Somewhere between April 15th and 16th. An accident occurs, Liu Min will be left paralyzed.

April 16: At the moment of dawn, Emma jumps from the bridge.

Later this day, Quede Company was suspended (news from the 17th)

Later, Emma's body is found in the river in the evening (mentioned as "yesterday", news from the 17th)

April 17: present 9-10 am: Lu Guang gives instructions to Xiaoshi, they successfully obtain the information, Xiaoshi returns to the “present” time.” Evening, the same day: We receive information about the disclosure of financial fraud in the past tense until the 17th from the news at the end of the ep. Additional note: in these events, there is another Cheng Xiaoshi from the "future" (events of October 22-23), who hides first in Liu Min's trunk, and then on the bridge with Emma. The chronology of events can be written as follows:

So it's clear - Lu Guang himself receives the necessary information about the company on the 17th at 10 am. By that time, Mr. Zhu had already been arrested 2 days ago and the company's activities had been suspended 1 day ago. Precisely because of financial fraud.

Also his reaction to Emma's death is interesting. Okay, that's a guess, but I always had the feeling that he knew she was dead from the very beginning of the case.

2. It's not about Quede

And so, we know that data about the company and financial fraud were already published on the 15th. The question remains simple - why did the mysterious unnamed client need the data, since he would have received it only on the 17th, after information about the fraud in Quede was already made public before they (the client) offered this task/job. So what other events are happening on nearby dates? They're not in the episode, they're in the characters intro. Obviously, the unknown client was unknown for a reason. As we also know, there is a character (or characters, there are 2 signatures on the documents) who are collecting dossiers on the main trio. There is a high chance that all of this is connected. This event takes place from the 14th to the 17th in total. Date on Qiao Ling's file: april 8th Lu Guang's file: april 10th Cheng Xiaoshi's file: april 12th

Documents for Lu Guang should be destroyed on the 17th, for Xiaoshi - on the 19th. This timing is kinda perfect. In my opinion, this task/job came as part of an "investigation" so that the unknown could better study the process of trio's work, understand the abilities of Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang, probably, what their time limits are. So, yes. If we look at it from this side, this is not about Quede, it is not about financial fraud, it has never been about it. This research is to answer questions about the abilities of Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang that remained on the files.

3. April is not April

April is a lie. Events take place in September. Although it’s more likely that the time has already been broken since the first season, and we technically don’t know which one is correct. Although Lu Guang's watch and documents (character dossiers) point to April, real events cannot possibly take place in April for many reasons.

1. 3rd financial quarter This is the main reason. This is stated in the first episode by Qiao Ling, and should immediately raise questions. The third quarter cannot possibly be April, absolutely. Because the following months are considered the third quarter: July, August, September.

2. News, 3rd ep Qiao Ling listens to the news on her headphones. We are not given a name, but the circumstances are the same - we learn that Emma's "suicide" was most likely a murder. Once again, it's September.

3. Cold weather is coming Emma's parents arrive to bring Emma warm clothes and mention that it is getting colder. If it were April, on the contrary, it would only get hotter, but everything is different when it comes to autumn.

4. Murders I am firmly convinced that the numbering of victims does not correspond to the real chronology. Yes, we know that there were more victims, and Emma was never "first", I mean those cases that were consolidated by the police and are in Xiao Li's documents. We have dates for an early murder in April, Emma being somewhere in the middle of that "break", since she was killed in both “April” and “September”, and there were murders after her, where the month was not indicated. Which once again points to the fact that something is wrong with these two months. Now things are going to get confusing, we consider April like September here. I can't see and understand details, so I'm only able to find the dates, since the numbers can at least be distinguished. Emma is considered the first murder only by number (died "April-September" 16th), but number 4 (Zao Cai, a blond man) died before her, "April-September", 2nd. In the folder, her documents go after his case. I think the fact is that initially the police believed that Emma committed suicide; at first, her case was not classified as a part of a series of murders, so police did not assign a chronological fifth number, but later, with new clues, simply moved her old documents in the "correct" chronological order to fifth place.

This technically makes Emma a 5 case… Or even a 6th. Because case 6 (Nan You) is also not without mysteries. The date of death is 14. I'm not sure why they put her file after Emma. Maybe they're unsure of the date or something and it's just an estimated date? So her date of death also “fell out of space.” But if 14 is correct, then this girl died 2 days earlier than Emma herself, and Emma technically becomes case 6.

The eighth case (Zhao Lin) occurs on 25th. The mystical 7 case is somewhere before that date, but we don't know how much of this is actual April or September.

In addition to mysterious 7th case, we also have 3 other earlier victims. They had to die before "April-September" 2nd, so the time of their death is roughly "March-August". We haven't seen their documents, but we know about their cases because of the photographs (the girl in the pink suit is probably the girl with the dog from ep11, since the BG is the same)

And also Xu Shanshan.

Who technically didn't die due to the time loop, but most likely "died" (since Lu Guang was thrown out) in the original events, which was still visible for Lu Guang in the unaltered photo.

I mentioned this in the post about s2 - the interesting thing is that Xu Shanshan's phone, as shown in s2, does not have a single photo from May to the end of October (current events with unknown date), which is quite. Strange.

All the murders had to happen with the similar style and certain time frame that they could be connected as a series. Given the news about Xu Shanshan: it was written - no new murders had occurred for several weeks (数周未出现新的受害者), which fits the September-October period (s1 ends at October 23). So we know for sure that the last cases with unspecified months should have occurred in September.

So. Obtaining financial information as a goal does not make sense, "someone" studies our main characters at the "perfect time", and all the dates are intertwined and have inaccurate implications. Like, almost half a year was literally “stolen” from time? Or something similar. The dates are so deliberately strange that I am speculating solely that time was broken from this point already, not even in s2 - what happened can only be speculated for now until we are told the background of Lu Guang's story. And who is the real 7th victim if April and September are mixed up, and the time has been “changed”. The funny thing is that everything also connected to the birthdays: April 15th - Cheng Xiaoshi's birthday September 16th - Qian Jin's birthday October 23th - the day Lu Guang was stabbed, exactly before his birthday Maybe I understand something incorrectly and I'm going down the wrong path altogether. No conclusions. My CPU is blown up. Thank you @wrathyforest for discussing this with me, trying to find connections, completing everything with time points, you are the best!

[driverangel]

Love notes- intro

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

(Authors note: hii bbs so this is a social media type au + this will be updated as characters are added in each chapter so if your feeling confused on who someone is pls check this!!)

(Background info: since sophomore year of high school you’ve been getting mysterious love letters sent to your front door and shoved into your locker but they couldn’t possibly be from your boyfriend, he never complimented you and just wanted you on his arm… So who are they coming from)

Parts:

Part 1 Part 2

updates: part 2 now up!!

Characters:

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Angel Cassidy ── .✦𐙚

—⋆˙⟡— Party girl —⋆˙⟡— lover girl —⋆˙⟡— Aspiring photographer —⋆˙⟡—

Username: @Ang3lbby

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Colin Banks ── ✮⋆˙

─⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─ Boxer ─⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─ Ex boyfriend ─⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─ Ceo’s kid ─⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─

Username: @Ykcolinn

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Cleo Evan’s —⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

—⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪— Best friend —⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪— aromantic —⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪— model —⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪—

Username: @cevans

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Ian Smith ── ♱₊

─⋆♱₊⋆─ Rapper ─⋆♱₊⋆─ lover boy ─⋆♱₊⋆─ party boy ─⋆♱₊⋆─

Username: @Iannnn

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Playlist:

INCLUDES

Better off- Ariana grande

Latch - disclosure

୨⎯ love notes ⎯୧

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[major-comet]

RvB Survey Results Video - Favorite Character Intros

Hello everyone! I know @asphodeldreams will probably be making a post of his own about it since his blog is primarily where we're hosting all of the survey stuff, but I did want to make a particular post about this here since this has been pretty much all I have done for the past couple weeks.

This video is a compilation of all of the answers we received to the question of "Most memorable character introduction?", which we received roughly 259 answers for out of the 308 people who took the survey (full disclosure for transparency, asphodel and I also took the survey and added in our own answers. those numbers are included in the 259/308. answers where someone wrote in multiple intros were split apart and counted for each character submitted. if my math in the video doesn't add up please let me know, i did my best but math and I don't get along very well.)

If you have any questions about why I made a choice I made, or have any other questions / comments / concerns, then feel free to shoot me an ask or comment on this post! I plan on trying to make a few more videos like this for some of the other questions, but with grad school starting up next month my free time is gonna be a bit more spread around, so that will probably be a slow process. This is really more of a bonus, anyways - just something to help people visualize some of the results a bit better, doesn't actually impact when we upload new batches of results. It's also a great way for me to practice my video editing skills so I can feel justified in keeping that on my resume, lol. more detailed information about how i did the tallying / editing is under the read more (what the video refers to as “the description), but I hope y'all enjoy :)

Some characters are shown with just one clip, while others may have multiple. Reasons why some have multiple include, but are not limited to; - Being initially introduced in a mini-series, and providing a main series clip in addition - Re-introductions of the character at a later point - I couldn't find one good clip to use for the video - I really just wanted to use a second clip for that character, lol

So some characters have multiple clips, and some have longer clips because I could not find a good way to cohesively edit certain scenes.

If multiple people suggested the same scene for multiple characters, then for the most part those characters are generally all just lumped in with whoever had the most votes.

When I was initially trying to get it onto YouTube, I made a few editing changes - like putting music under some Season One clips. After giving up on YouTube, I removed all the visual effects I added, but left some of the music because otherwise the scene just sounded really quiet mixed in with everything else, and I had grown rather fond of some of the music spots. Also, I did my best to kind of equalize the audio mixing, but I definitely didn't get it perfect. Shouldn't be anything too surprisingly loud, though.

This took me Way longer to make than I would care to admit, and I had a nightmare of a time trying (and failing) to get it past YouTube Content ID, but it's finally up now and ready for all to see :)

[clan-of-reaching-stars]

I appreciate how open FR Staff is being about this mess but as a writer I have so many questions as to how it got to this point.

I understand not wanting to rapidly expand the team but when you hit an event like BotE and you don't have everything written at launch you gotta look around at some point and go "are we biting off more than we can chew"

The 3 to 5 page limit on stories I'm sorry what are we, in Intro to Creative Writing? I understand an upper limit so a whole novel isn't written but like, that's a limit of ~2500 words single spaced, or, since we're apparently turning in essays 1250 words double spaced (so says google and I'm just to flabbergasted to check).

The lore not being something we can engage with until Adventure Mode. I say this affectionately but this is beginning to look like that meme (staff: "Adventure mode. Save me Adventure Mode. Adventure Mode save me.")

They were all just... doing it? I understand it is a small team and the multiple hats but see point 1. Also like, hello?!? Writing is no less of an art than well, art and like... I own Undel's how to draw dragons books. I could follow them step by step and my dragons would not be identical to hers. Similar but not the same, why would writing be different what are youndoing no wonder there's little tonal consistency.

Really my conclusion is they should've hired a dedicated lore writer years ago. (Full disclosure, when I was in college I was desperately hoping they would open the position, I would've loved to have applied but they never did... see point 4 again.)

Like much much too late now but a dedicated lore writer could've done a lot and helped with the energy high following BotE because people liked the stories, and I think more lore consistently, even if it was just short stories once a month, might've been appreciated. Especially as Adventure Mode continues to not come out and Tidelord is still missing and we had such curiosity but nowhere to direct that energy.

Like, people who know nore than I have spoken about the issues with the Auraboa article. I'm just weighing in as a writer and player, that the way they go about releasing and writing the lore also leaves a lot to be desired

[briarpatch-kids]

Hi Briar, I wanted to ask your opinion on something that is bothering me - I really value your disability advocacy, and I feel I have learned a lot from your posts.

For context, my father sustained a traumatic brain injury that has caused him to develop several disabilities. I don't want to get into it too much because it's his medical history and not mine; suffice it to say, he has limited mobility and variable capacity for conversation. I mention these symptoms specifically because they are relevant context, as they are visible to onlookers when we are in public.

I have noticed that when I am with my dad and my mum in public, my mum feels the need to explain in detail what happened to my dad to strangers. Sometimes it's strangers that have asked 'what's wrong with him' (or words to that effect), sometimes it's strangers who are staring or just generally being nosy. I've asked my dad if he is okay with this but I can't seem to get a straight answer out of him.

I understand the thought process behind my mum feeling the need to explain herself (again, I don't want to get into specifics but she is People Pleaser), but I feel very unsettled hearing her discuss my dad's complex medical history to anyone who will listen. It would be different perhaps if it was my dad doing the talking, but I don't like that she takes the choice out of his hands?

I would really appreciate if you have any advice as to how I can approach my mother on this subject. I would also really appreciate any advice you might have for approaching conversations with members of the public, so that I can pass it on to my dad.

But equally, I completely understand if you choose not to respond to this, I appreciate this is quite a personal question and I don't want to overstep any boundaries (I have read your intro post and not sure if this quite fits the criteria of your section on asking questions about disability. )

Either way, thank you for your consideration!

I don't blame you for feeling weird about it. I gave my husband and roommate explicit permission to talk about it when it's relevant but if your dad hasn't done that, it's not very nice. He might have complicated feelings about disclosure and I feel like she shouldn't be telling strangers unless it's relevant, like requesting accommodations. They might have some kind of agreement though, a lot of important talk between me and my husband (like, "Id rather you misgender me if you don't know if the person is safe" "you are welcome to tell your boss I'm in respiratory failure if they ask you to come back to office") happens in private.

One thing you can do if you think she's people pleasing, to both support her asserting boundaries and shame the person asking is say something like "it's okay mom, you don't have to answer nosy strangers!"

[unlicensed-field-medic]

Will Solace here!

If it's about an injury or sickness you're in the right place; I'll get to you in a moment. If this is a curse I can't help you. Talk to the Hecate cabin.

And shout out to my boyfriend, the stars in the sky, the one and only @the-nico-di-angelo

Ooc: I am oft to drop roleplays for burnout prevention reason but also im forgetful af so idk if it could be either

OOC:

lazy intro im never good at intro posts. Not many rules.

This is an open rp blog so anyone can interact!

Not gonna rp or have him do NSFW bc he's a minor so don't try and get him to

(NSFW as in like gore and graphic description of fucked up shit is fine tho go crazy just no images).

Mod is Haven(who also goes by Hazel)(he/she/they/it) (also full disclosure I am 20 if ur not comfortable rping with adults I get it)

Don't be afraid to send asks I love them and am scared to interact with people.

Also dont be afraid to block me temporarily and refollow if im answering a lot of asks and clogging up the pjo rp tag I dont mind! I know it makes it hard to see other starters there

[the-river-rix]

Intro post‼️‼️

Hi everyone!! I’m Rix, I use any pronouns except she/her

Other socials/links:

Instagram: @A_Man_or_Muppet

Ao3: The_River_Rix

Personal info:

I’m an artist, writer, and editor, and I really love making fan content (as well as original works).

I also do theater and playwriting but that is less relevant to this blog.

I have AuDHD.

I’m transmasc, queer, demiromantic, and aceflux.

I am very open to asks, replies, messages all of that good stuff! Feel free to send drawing or writing requests, full disclosure though I might not respond or I might take a while..

I really like interacting with cool like minded people and talking about my interests!

Also, if you ever want to rant about an interest or anything else feel free to, even if it’s not a shared interest.

Interests/hyperfixations:

(My main/generally largest current interests are in green)

Bones

IWTV (tv show)

Psycho (franchise but not all of it)

BTVS (fun fact this is my longest running special interest/hyperfixation)

Dog Sees God

Spies Are Forever

Horror (especially queer horror)

Zack Addy (from Bones)

Starkid

TCB

Never The Sinner/ The Loeb-Leopold Case

The Marvin Trilogy

The Outsiders (mainly musical version)

Dead Boy Detectives

McCarthyism/The Lavender Scare

Good Omens

WWDITS

OFMD

Dead Poets Society

Bandstand

General Musicals/theater

Fellow Travelers (tv show)

Queer history

Psychology/disorders- particularly autism

Animation/cartoons

That’s all I can think to put, stay silly! <3