#even if he apologizes and says all the right things frankly I'm not sure I'll believe him bc he's a known liar

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[chronicowboy]

i love you (and i like you) aka the parks and rec au | 65k

"Dad!" Christopher shouts suddenly, moving past Buck with frankly impressive speed. "There's a petting zoo!"

Buck spins around to greet Shannon's mysterious ex and he has to rub his eyes to make sure what he's seeing isn't a hallucination brought on by the sleep deprivation and blaring summer heat because Eddie Diaz is hefting Christopher up onto his hip like he weighs nothing, big cow eyes softer than Buck has ever seen them as he listens to his son—his son!!—ramble about the farm animals with a smile that almost brings Buck to his knees.

"Fuck," he hisses to himself.

"Yeah." Shannon sighs solemnly in solidarity. "They tend to have that effect on people."

"Christ, did you know this whole time?" he asks suddenly. Shannon grins at him.

"I had my suspicions after Eddie disappeared on us at Macarthur park and came back looking like a broken man." She shrugs. "But I didn't know you were the guy my ex-husband has been talking about constantly for the past week."

"Constantly?" Buck croaks. Shannon nods, a twinkle to her eyes. "All good things I hope, but all bad things I assume."

"All good things said with the tone of a man talking about the bad things," she says cryptically.

"Oh, God," Buck blanches. "I told him he hated kids."

"Oh, yeah." Shannon laughs. "That was a fun day for me. For Eddie, not so much."

And Buck hasn't taken his eyes off Eddie since this revelation which is how he knows Eddie hasn't once looked away from his kid, but it also means he's looking when Eddie looks back at him with something wary to the set of his jaw. Shannon steps forward then and starts ushering Chris towards the petting zoo with a pointed glance at the both of them, and Buck is widening his eyes apologetically before they're even out of earshot.

"Eddie, I am so fucking sorry," he rushes out. "I was angry when I said that, but I had no right to accuse you of it, kid or no kid or best kid in the whole world. Which. I don't have to tell you how many kids I meet in this job, Eddie, but I've never met a kid like Chris."

"Yeah, he's pretty special," Eddie murmurs, eyes on Christopher as he navigates his way through the crowd. "And I appreciate your apology," Eddie says to him, "but your fourth outburst was actually kind of helpful?" He squints at himself before shaking his head. "What I mean is that I do everything for that kid. Absolutely everything I do... It's all for him, you know?" And, God, the pure, unfiltered love in Eddie's voice is enough to make Buck reconsider religion because this must be what real worship looks like. "But sometimes I get so in my head about what I'm doing for him that I forget that its, you know, for him. You reminded me of that," Eddie says softly, only turning to meet his eyes once Chris is balanced against the railing of the goat enclosure. Buck gets a little breathless at the remnants of his gentle love on his face. "So, thank you. For reminding me." Eddie smiles at him for a beat before it twists into an expression of realisation. "Wait, you're the park creep that befriended my son and flirted with my ex?"

"Well, that's not..." Buck rubs a sheepish hand over the back of his neck and kicks at the ground. "Shannon flirted with me first, it was instinct to flirt back. And she's the one that called me a creep, Christopher thinks I'm cool."

"Yeah, he does," Eddie breathes out. "Shannon told me what you did for him. With the swing."

"Oh, I didn't do anything." Buck waves him off. "He looked interested is all."

"Well, you made his week. Couldn't stop talking about wanting to be a park ranger. Still won't stop talking about it actually." Eddie shoots him one of those soft-eyed looks.

"There'll be an internship waiting for him when he's sixteen," Buck mutters hoarsely before stuffing his hands in his pockets and averting his eyes. "You know, if there's still a parks department for me to be a part of."

"Well then, guess I'll have to see what I can do." Eddie winks at him, then blinks at himself like he's wondering what the fuck he just did—and Buck is right there with him—before gravitating towards his son.

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Yuzuru SSR

#7DA852

Part 1

Ai: There's a meeting soon, but I already have plans to go out for another matter.

Yashiro, accompany Yuzuru as his assistant.

Ito: Yes, sir.

Yuzuru: So that means only I and Yashiro-san will be attending the meeting, right? I will be in your care.

Ito: Same here.

(...Huh, isn’t that day…)

It appeared that the meeting would be held on a day off...

Ai: It's entirely up to them. Unfortunately, there was no other day available.

Ito: I see.

The ongoing work talk started to settle down for a moment.

Not wanting to miss the opportunity, Roka-san, who had been fidgeting behind Kosaka-san, raised his hand vigorously.

Roka: I have fun suggestion you might want to hear!

Ai: ……………………Speak.

Roka: The day of that meeting is Yuzu-kun's birthday, no?

Let's all get together and celebrate!

Ito: (...Oh, that’s right. It's Kise-san's birthday.)

Yuzuru: Thank you. I'd be happy if you celebrated for me.

Ai: ……….

Ito: (What's the matter? Is he lost in thought...?)

I noticed that Kise-san's eyes glimpsed towards Kosaka-san while his lips maintained a soft, gentle smile.

Yuzuru: Ai-san, please join us once your matters are settled.

Ai: .....Sure, I'll wrap it up by then.

Roka: All right, let’s turn this office into a birthday party venue now.

Ai: Don’t get too hasty.

Yuzuru: It does sound lively and fun, doesn't it?

As Kosaka-san was astonished at how excited Roka-san was, Kise-san watched the two of them with his usual calm gaze.

Not long after, it was his birthday. Or rather, the day of the meeting.

Yuzuru: ……I'll send you the details by email. Do you have any questions?

Ito: (It's been going so well so far that he doesn’t need my help at all.)

Business partner: .....Oh, yes.

Ito: (Is he staring at Kise-san's face?)

I didn’t feel any malicious intent, but once I noticed his gaze, I couldn’t get it out of my mind.   As I was wondering if I should check…..

Business partner: Kise-san.…

Have you ever been told that you are good at controlling your true feelings and what you want to show?

Part 2

Yuzuru: True feelings and what I want to show, huh?

Business partner: Oh, my apologies. Well, how should I put it...

You’re so "nice" that I'm actually a bit worried or should I say, errrr…..

Yuzuru: In short, you're concerned about the possibility that I may have other intentions than what I let on...?

Business partner: I’m well aware that it is rude of me, but yes.

Until now, I have not been able to get on well with all the good talkers and kind people.

Yuzuru: There’s a lot at stake here in this meeting, so I appreciate you asking me a direct question.

First of all. I'm very happy that you said I was a good talker.

Business partner: Eh…..?

Yuzuru: I'm sorry for making you feel uneasy.

It might sound weird coming from me, but let me answer that I always face things honestly.

Ito: (To be honest, I can understand why he would think Kise-san might be hiding his true feelings.)

(He is such a nice person to the point where people can see him that way.)  

Even during the meeting, Kise-san was always considerate of the partner’s position and situation. He even frankly told them things that were unfavorable to Aporia without hiding anything.

Yuzuru: If you are concerned, I can arrange for someone else to be the liaison with your company...

Business partner: Please don’t! It was entirely on me!

Your kindness was just too strong that it made me feel uneasy, that’s all...!

Please let me believe in you again.

Perhaps he was touched by Kise-san’s consideration. As I was watching from the side, to my surprise, the contract talk proceeded smoothly despite what had happened earlier.

After the meeting, we met up with Roka-san and Kosaka-san before heading to the cafe we ​​had planned to go to.

Yuzuru: !!

Ai: What's the problem?

Yuzuru: Are you sure I can have all of this...?

Roka: Of course, there's no need to be modest! It was Aiai who made the reservation for this place.

And it was me who picked the best cafe for you!

Ai: You would prefer a place where you can eat as much as you like, rather than the one with a formal atmosphere.

……………………As a result, here we are.

Ito: (...Maybe Kosaka-san that explains why Kosaka-san looks a little uncomfortable…. This is not the type of café he usually comes to.)

But he must have chosen this place for Kise-san.

Yuzuru: Fufu, thank you. I'll take you up on your offer today.

Perhaps noticing Kosaka-san's consideration, Kise-san smiled with genuine joy.

Part 3

Yuzuru: Roka-san, have you tried this? I'm sure you’ll like it.

Roka: Don’t mind if I do. It'll be even more delicious if we taste it together!

Ai: Roka will eat it on his own anyway even if you leave him alone. Do whatever you like today.

Yuzuru: Yes, I know I'm allowed to. You two can have some too. This gateau au chocolat is quite superb.

Saying this with a smile, Kise-san shared his recommended dessert with us. Strangely, I didn't feel like he was being considerate at all.

His happy smile conveyed the joy he felt from sharing delicious meal with us.

Ito: Thank you.

Ai: ...I’ll have it.

After a fun time, we left the cafe and waited for a taxi.

Ai: Today was supposed to be your break anyway. From here on, you should rest properly.

Take a compensate day off for today as well.

Yuzuru: Thank you.

I feel like I've said "thank you" a lot today.

It was truly a wonderful birthday.

Roka: Shall we do it again tomorrow?

Ai: Save that for next year.

Roka: Then let's think up a fun surprise for Aiai's birthday next!

Yuzuru: I'll help. I need to make sure to keep it a secret from Ai-san too.

I was certain he’s thinking about when that moment comes, judging from a smile on Kise-san’s face.

Ai: If you're serious about it, don't say that when I’m right here.

Ito: (Ah…)

In the gentle atmosphere where only true feelings intersected, I suddenly realized something.

Yuzuru: Thank you. I'd be happy if you celebrated for me.

Ai: ……….

Ito: (What's the matter? Is he lost in thought...?)

Ito: (At that time, Kosaka-san might have thought for a moment that Kise-san was simply being considerate.)

(But he knows his straightforwardness better than anyone else. I think he realized it was Kise-san’s true feelings right away.)

Roka: What kind of celebration should we have? Shall we make Aiai's chair in the office gold?

Yuzuru: If you want to go that far, why don't we do the same with the desk too?

Ai: Oi.

Instead of doing something for my birthday, focus on your work.

Kosaka-san must have also thought it was a good idea to celebrate Kise-san’s birthday. Even though his words are harsh, his tone had a faint gentleness. That alone was enough proof.

Ito: (The fact that Kosaka-san felt at ease…. I think it's because of Kise-san’s talent.)

(Even during the meeting, despite the doubtful remark, he still faced him with open heart....)

His earnest was probably what brought a gentle atmosphere to those around him.

Yuzuru: Oh, the taxi is here.

Kise-san was the first to notice, and Kosaka-san casually stood back.

And lightly pulled Roka-san's sleeve. I realized right away the meaning behind his action.  

Ito: You should go first, Kise-san. It's your birthday after all.

Yuzuru: Thank you.

For a moment, it looked like he was about to say something, but Kise must have understood our intentions.

Yuzuru: I really had a good time today. See you tomorrow.

Even the dark night couldn’t hinder how dazzling his smile was.

[aclowntiny]

How Enhypen Confess To You

(1/7 of this fic sponsored by my love of Day6 lol. Also, this is your daily reminder: don’t give ducks bread 🦆😆)

Jungwon

♡ The two of you had gone for a walk in the park, Jungwon having had a free day and not wanted to waste even the smallest piece of the precious spring beauty.

♡ At least that’s how it began. After a stroll beneath the blossoms, the two of you wended your way down the hilly green trails that led to the pond and tossed grape halves to the ducks that paddled around there. From there, you crossed to an open expanse of hills, the occasional couple and family dotting the wide green. You chatted, then Jungwon was lightly teasing you, and somehow in the shine of sun and mirth he started chasing you along one of the hills.

♡ You ran, giggling, and Jungwon was caught up in the joy of the perfect day. His foot caught as he ran, sending him stumbling forward. Before he could faceplant into the grass, though, you reached out and caught him by the collar of his cardigan, holding him steady and stepping closer to right him.

♡ “You’re my hero, (y/n),” he told you with a grin. “I’m just glad I was here to save you,” you replied with a joyous look of your own, “I think we were having a bit too much fun.” Jungwon paused, biting his lip with a bit of hesitance before he spoke. “I always have too much fun when I’m with you. Being with you, well…it just feels right.”

♡ “That’s exactly how I feel, Jungwon.” His smile widens, revealing the dimples you love, and his eyes drift down to your hand, which is still clutching his collar. Embarrassment flicks across your face, but is quickly eclipsed by mischief as you tug him toward your lips.

Heeseung

♡ He doesn’t think he should confess, frankly, because he’s scared of messing things with you and the guys up, so the rest of Enhypen decides to force his hand because there’s no way you guys don’t both like each other.

♡ They all hype up using one of their days off to go see a movie, all eight of them. Jay says he’s heard good reviews, Riki and Sunoo say they can’t wait to see it, Jungwon thinks it’ll be great bonding time for you eight. Then when Heeseung and you arrive at the theatres early just like the whole group chat planned, none of them are there.

♡ Seeing him as the most trustworthy, Heeseung texts Jungwon to see what's up, apologizing to you as he does so. "I'm so sorry, I'm not sure what's wrong with everybody." Ding.

Yang Jungwon: Oh, we aren't going, we all got...called in for a doctor’s appointment! ㅎ ㅎ Enjoy your date :3

Me: What? Was this all part of your little plan? It isn't a date if we don't both agree and think of it as one.

Yang Jungwon: Then make it one 😼

♡ "I'm sorry," Heeseung sighs, apologizing once more in a calm voice despite his internal monologue being ready to punch all of his dongsaengs, "now it looks like they're dropping the ball. Something about doctor's appointments or something. If you want to call it off, I understand." Your look of concern melted into incredulity. "No one's sick or hurt, are they?" Not until I'm through with them. "No, not really, I don't think." "Then as long as you don't have to leave," you say with a smile, "why would we have to cancel? I for one am really glad to be able to spend more time with you." The earnest way you speak, your pretty smile and the pleased tilt of your lips, it's all too much for Heeseung. You just sound so sincere, maybe, just maybe, this can be a date. If he doesn't try, he'll regret it for the rest of his life.

♡ "I am, too. Glad that I get to spend more time with you, that is. The truth is, (y/n), that I like you." "I like you too!" You reply brightly, leaning closer into his side as his jaw drops. "You do? The others were right then..." He pulls you into his side, chuckling. "Well, in that case, I'll tell you the truth: they bailed because they wanted me to make this a date." "If that was what it took," you joked, linking your arm with Heeseung's, "I'd have cancelled one of our plans long ago."

Jay

♡ Jay's torn. What's the best way to show someone you really care? A grand gesture, showing them you'd go out of your way for them and spoiling them with the appreciation they deserve. What's the safest way to make your feelings known without the pain of a long, hard, detailed rejection? Just slipping their object a little line that might go over their head.

♡ He practically practices the line more than the outing, convinced having the perfect one is more make-or-break than your destination, which you two would enjoy almost no matter what. He could ask 'wanna kiss?', then have a couple Hershey's in his bag as backup if you were grossed out. But that was a bit too forward maybe? It needed to be something between a compliment and a cheap pickup phrase.

♡ You arrive at the art gallery, the place where Jay had reserved entry tickets and invited you to stroll through with him. He has to smile at the sight of you dressed in a black outfit that was perfectly your style... and accidentally complimentary to his own dark-hued look. "Hey, we match!" You beat him to the punch as you greeted him with a hug, smiling wider at the fond look he gave you as you pulled away. At the thought of you two resembling a couple, Jay’s fondness intensifies. “We sure do.”

♡ You’re strolling past a section of Victorian art, landscapes and beautiful portraits alike. Every now and again, you tug on Jay’s sleeve, pointing him towards one that really speaks to you with sparkling eyes that have him subconsciously leaning into you that much more, far more taken by that than anything a paintbrush can create. His jacket brushes your cheek at one point, a flush of admiration creeping to his face at the adorable way you crinkle your nose.

♡ “You know where the prettiest work of art here is?” Jay suddenly asks you after a few minutes of taking in a gorgeous floral still-life. “Where?” You ask, head suddenly snapping up like you could beat him to finding it. Shaking his own head, Jay motions to you. “Right here.” If you laugh it off, he’ll back off, he thinks. But instead you turn your head away shyly. “I didn’t know you thought that,” you replied quietly. “I do,” Jay insists, craning his neck to look more directly at you. “And here I thought you were more handsome than any statue we saw today,” you added more boldly, and Jay was practically ready to faint. He settled for yanking you into a kiss before you could see his blush, though.

Jake

♡ You’re the most amazing person Jake has ever met, so you deserve to be told that, shown that & then some. What to do, though, that would capture it?

♡ Learn a song to serenade you with, that’s what!!! What captures how Jake is feeling, and how he wants you to know that even if it’s hard, you can say no? Day6’s 좋아합니다 (I Like You) is what he settles on, the words shaking him to his core when he listens to it, realizing it’s exactly what he wants to say to you. It feels like they wrote it for that moment. He wants to love you, but he doesn’t want to lose you, either.

♡ He practices every day that he can, learning a rendition on his guitar to back up the lyrics, which he pours his heart into every time. Finally, he tells you he wants to show you something, pulling you aside and readying his guitar as he gives you the most emotion-filled performance yet. Your hands are reaching for your quickly beating heart by the time Jake is finished, your voice faltering as it gushes praises for his beautiful performance.

♡ "H- have you ever felt like that, (y/n)?" Jake suddenly asks, head tilting as he looks away, running a hand through the hair falling at the back of his neck. "Yes," you reply quietly with a nod. Even as his gaze drops, your eyes follow his, much steadier than your words. "Well, me too. You're one of the best friends I've had, so I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, but I just had to tell you somehow how amazing you are. You're just a great person and you make me happy. Would you ever consider being more than friends?"

♡ "Yes," you repeated, this time a bit louder, "I thought my heart was going to explode because you were singing exactly how I feel about you! Yes, yes, I would!" Jake leapt off the stool he'd sat on to play you his song, running to stand by you and take the hand that was pressed over your heart in his with a few lighthearted taps. "No exploding! No exploding!" You giggled at his sweet voice and cute expression, feeling warmth rise to your cheeks. "How can it not when you do that?"

Sunghoon

♡ Bro it is a total accident 💀 leave it to Sunghoon’s luck…but also apparently do actually because it gets him to confess to you 👀

♡ It all started on Enhypen’s and your game night. Heeseung was all geared up to destroy Jungwon, Sunoo, and Riki at Mario Kart while the rest of you had somehow gotten entangled in a game of Monopoly, and we all know how that goes!

♡ “I’m the ultimate businessman,” Jay remarked, “so I’m going to win this!” “You never know,” Sunoo contested, “with my luck I might beat you!” “So you guys are just ignoring me?” Jake teased, turning away in mock offense. “That’s cool. That’s fine. You’ll all see. What about you, Sunghoon? Are you going to win or are you going to let (y/n) win?” Jake asked, turning Sunghoon’s way with a nod of the head towards you. After a brief, barely perceptible dagger-glare Jake’s way, Sunghoon responded, managing to cover his pounding heart with a “Well, we’ll just have to see, huh?”

♡ When you start playing, though, for all of Sunoo and the J-boys’ talk, you’re the one accruing wealth at the fastest rate, having gotten multiple chances at expensive properties that really stabbed everyone for toll. Jay, wanting to take you down, told Sunghoon the moment he had a chance to buy one off of you. “Ruin (y/n)’s chances of winning,” he urged. “Are you really going to destroy my empire now?” You mock-pouted, and to your faint surprise Sunghoon relented immediately, determined stare softening back up. “No, I like you too much to do that.”

♡ The game piece you were holding (the dog, of course, for Sunghoon made sure to sneak it by you so you had your favorite) tumbled out of your hand. “You like me too?” Sunghoon froze, eyes darting between the fallen pewter scotty and your slowly fading smile. Your own gaze started to fall from him…wait, you thought- “I do! I really do!” He blurted out in a panic before you thought he misunderstood. When your smile came back, he reached down, picked up your game piece, and pressed it into your hand. Taking the piece slowly, your hands brushing with his, you looked at him with triumphant joy. He finished his turn immediately, letting his hand creep over to yours when you righted your piece again, attention far from Monopoly. “Jake was right. I’m so letting you win.”

Sunoo

♡ No matter when he does it, where Sunoo confesses how he feels about you, he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that it’s a moment that’ll be captured forever in his memory.

♡ That thought gets his mental gears turning just as they turn trying to confirm he has a chance with you, working until they hatch a plan that makes him happy enough to burst into a smile just walking down the hall at work.

♡ “Hey, we’ve never done this before- let’s try it!” Looking up, you follow Sunoo’s pointing hand across the lane to lock your gaze on a photo booth. It was your first time hanging out since the idea had come to him, so he chose your venue wisely. Luckily you agreed immediately, eagerly pulling him into the booth and pulling out money to deposit into the machine.

♡ For the first shot, you did bunny ears on top of Sunoo’s head with your index and middle fingers while he did a flower pose, smile full as he laughed at your teasing pose and admired your smile. In the second, you made normal smiles as you each put a hand out, forming a heart shape. The timer started counting down, so you turned to Sunoo to ask what you should do next, only to be met with a dreamy look in his lovely amber eyes. “I like you,” he said. Your hands flew up by your face, barely able to obscure the massive smile that spread across it. Click. The camera went off right as you reacted, but you barely regarded it.

♡ The last shot on the strip, neither of you were really looking at the camera, you least off all as you were turned, eyes fluttering shut, lips pressed to Sunoo’s cheek. Just as the thought had echoed across his mind, he truly captured the moment forever and ever, each of you carrying a copy that you could hold and reminisce on for the rest of your lives.

Ni-Ki

♡ He wants everything to be perfect, so by golly it will be 😤

♡ Step One? He’s inviting you to your favorite place, be it a cute café or a full-on restaurant, you will be meeting him there. Step Two is procuring the flowers he will be presenting you with as you walk in.

♡ Which you eventually do, literally taking Riki’s breath away with how you make even the simplest of outfits look amazing and the way your smile holds a perfect day’s rising sun.

♡ Your mouth falls open at the flowers, blossoms delicately bursting from their paper confines as they fave you. “Riki, this is amazing, but what’s this all for?” You truly look confused and he almost wants to laugh. He does chuckle, in fact. “What? Is it obvious?” You ask him. You guys are young. It’s not like you’re getting flowers left and right. “It is to me. I really like you, (y/n). So we’re going to have the best day ever!” He smiles widely as his eyes fix you in a way they’ve never done before. It falters slightly the longer you stare, returning only when you mirror it.

♡ “I already have!” You exclaim, gently moving the flowers aside to pull Riki into a hug. You feel a breath of startlement escape him before he tightly hugs back, practically crushing the life out of you in response and swinging you back and forth a bit. As you pulled away, looking into those beautiful brown eyes, you giggled. “I didn’t expect you to be so traditional!” “I wanted to get the point across!” He shot back with a playful shove. “It only took me a second because I felt like I was dreaming,” you replied.

[ghostforwhat]

when you’re off of work would you please elaborate on your hannibal service top agenda,,, please my family is starving

i don’t want anyone to starve so obviously I will extrapolate on the service top aspect of Hannibal Lecter o7!! I am going to get so carried away and I apologize in advance.

Alright going to start this off by saying I do think they’re vers but only in regards to each other, I think for canon relationships, Will has a tendency to allow himself to be directed while Hannibal loves to orchestrate. With each other, though, it grows increasingly and alluringly complicated. Arguments could be made and subsequently thrown out depending on what part of the show you’re watching and post fall is an entire free-for-all because you can’t tell me two grown men survive murder-suicide via cliff and then settle into the puritanical rigidity of who tops and who bottoms.

Okay that being said, honestly i could make the case that both of them lean more toward making sure whoever they’re with is getting the most out of the encounter (maybe for different reasons; the popular trope of Will’s empathy causing a sort of blissful feedback loop and in Hannibal’s case, it stands to reason the politeness overlaps with a challenging sort of hedonism, he’s in control and playful about it) but I think that specifically for Hannibal, Will’s reactions are what he’s constantly seeking and then hoarding. Like. Will responding to stimuli that Hannibal presents is basically the premise of the show and Hannibal very clearly gets off on that, maybe not anywhere explicitly but we see shots of his pupils dilating, his gaze always caught on Will, licking his lips, all in response to Will reacting to him. It’s very rare he’s outright hungry at the beginning of a conversation or interaction, he seems to maintain a sense of aloofness until Will snarks or baits or replies or even defers and then, it’s as though he’s desperate to see more. I'm not getting into the whole them eating meals together because I'll devolve very quickly but like. just keep in mind the way Hannibal watches Will eat, as though he savors Will instead of the meal he cooked. Right. Okay. He gets caught up in Will’s responses very quickly, enraptured and almost stupid about it and trying to immediately trigger more which!! Goes hand and hand with him doing very uh lets say unique acts of service (the malewife jokes are only half jokes); the breakfasts & dinners, the driving, the caretaking. Yes all that’s manipulative but to Hannibal, that doesn’t negate that it’s still getting him the responses he wants and that’s also maybe why he’s so quick to say they’re friends because he’s viewing it as a form of relationship building and quite frankly, that is the only way that man knows how to build relationships; he sets himself up as a crutch and then breaks your leg and unfortunately at that point, for Will, for Jack, for Abigail, for Bedelia, for Chiyoh, you are too grateful to be standing that you forget he’s the reason you can’t do it on your own. The others I mentioned learn either very quickly or very (in painful irony) rudely that he is only a crutch as long as he enjoys it, as long as he can benefit from holding you aloft.

However. In Will’s case, he tries to remove himself and finds that it’s him who can’t stand and he’s immediately resentful and desperate to take back that ability, leaving another gift, another act of service, for Will to prove that he can still provide it and detrimentally putting himself on the map for Jack and Mason in the process. He’s so eager to have Will’s response, he waits at his own fucking crime scene. Will gives him what he wants and he’s too overwhelmed to respond with any sort of power or immediate selfishness, he runs again. And then. Muskrat Farms and his surrender. I feel like I don’t even need to explain why that backs up my case here, that man is so so ready to rescue and then surrender all because Will’s involved; two things he’s never done in his entire life, they essentially reduce him to this almost pathetic thing and it doesn’t give him pause at all because again, they’re acts of service whether Will wants them at that point or not. Like Bedelia said it best, he’s obsessed, he wants every reaction, every word, every sigh and curse, he’s very single-minded about getting them and he doesn’t care who he has to hurt, himself or others, to get them. Now, combine all that and the cliff scene and tell me that man doesn’t spend every second they’re in a bed together completely and utterly focused on Will and Will alone.

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Doomsday: "Three things I like about Russell, hmm, ugh, that's so difficult, he's such a loser. I mean that in a positive way, ehehehe. I'm a loser too, so it takes one to know one. And actually, that's one thing I like about him right there. He's himself - he doesn't try too hard to impress people. Sure, he tries to placate people, but that's a defense mechanism, not an obnoxious personality flaw, and because he's not trying too hard to change anything about himself to fit in, that qualifies him as a loser, which actually makes him a winner in my book, so there you go, ehehehe."

"He also strikes me as a geek, and again, I'm saying that as a positive. Geeks are the backbone of society. The backbone of anything. And they are among the bravest folks out there, and have the best taste, and aren't afraid to show what they are passionate about. All things that are marks of an interesting person."

"And lastly, he seems to be pretty good at rolling with the punches. Like, just taking things that come at him and going with it, even if it's something horrific. I mean, this dude appeared in a strange-ass Office in another dimension, gets directed around by a grouchy old man in the ceiling, steps out of an elevator, and finds one person dead on the ground with the other standing over him stabbing him with a sword, and he just like... the worst he did was throw up and then started apologizing to the murderer for walking in on their crime scene. That's pretty impressive. I mean that, I'm impressed. But anyway, yeah, he just takes things in stride. We had a talk about how all that went down and all, I hope he's doing all right now, but the point is he didn't freak out and run away or pass out or go catatonic - he maintained lucidity and like, talked his way through it all. That's the impressive part. He's a tough guy. Can't knock him down so easily."

"And, ah, there you go, there are my three things I like about Russell, ehehehehe."

Cyrus: "I hadn't truly gotten a chance to know Russell, for the short time he was in our Office, and that short period of time was unfortunately marred by the grotesque theatrics of the two biggest idiots to ever set foot on the planet."

"In any case, Russell seemed to be a mild-mannered young man, and I quite liked that about him. There aren't many around who are like that, at least none who I have met. There are far too many out there who would rather be snarky towards you or try to read some sort of foul-intentions in your voice that aren't there, so I appreciate that he did not take that approach towards me."

"I also appreciate that he was willing to listen to what I had to say without arguing too much with me. Again, there are far too many who do for simply for the act of doing it. I otherwise don't know why they'd be so inclined to do it. I don't aim to go out of my way to argue with others or cause them distress. I simply ask that others respect me and the Office environment. I suppose that is asking too much for some. And so, I appreciate that Russell was not like those types, and simply did as I asked of him."

"Would it be strange of me to say that it brings me great joy to discover that he was not a serial killer? I suppose it does sound strange when I say it out loud, and when I put it like that, but suffice to say, our Office has say more than its fair share of various monsters and killers, not including the ones who live here. One can never know what sort might appear in the Office next, so to find that Russell was actually disgusted by the sight of a murder taking place... well... that was a great surprise to me. And a relief, quite frankly. It not only means I will never have to worry about him partaking in such activities while here, but it also means that he is likely a decent person, which is good to know. I tire of meeting not so decent people and the damage they can do to not only the Office, but to the people in my life."

"I do hope that Russell made it home safely, and that he can appreciate these positive qualities in himself as well."

[mickimagnum]

Devin's Dude Ranch: Episode Two (Part Two)

*as Devin reenters the house, she is immediately approached by Albert*

Albert: "Devin, hi. I'm so glad I caught you. How's your evening treating you?"

*Devin smiles widely*

Devin: "It's been good. And yours?"

*Albert flashes a boyish grin*

Albert: "Well. it's better now that I'm talking to you. Hey, do you want to go somewhere to chat?"

Devin: "I thought you'd never ask."

*the next shot shows Albert and Devin on the couch on the back deck. they're sitting with a few inches between them.*

Albert: "Why don't you move a little closer?"

*She looks at him warily, but in a playful way, before settling against him*

Devin: "Alright, but no funny business."

Albert: "Wouldn't dream of it."

Devin: "This is probably better for me anyway. so I don't have to look directly at your face."

*Albert chokes out a laugh*

Albert (confused, but lighthearted): "What do you mean?"

Devin: "Well, Albert. Frankly, you're just too damn beautiful. When I look at you, sometimes my brain just reboots."

*Albert laughs again*

Albert: "That's a new one on me. I apologize for my face. Do you want me to get a paper bag or something?"

*Albert's eyes shine at Devin*

*Devin bites her lower lip and shakes her head, on the edge of laughter*

Devin: "It might help, actually, but...maybe we should just treat it like like immersion therapy. The more I'm around you, the more I'll get used to it, that kind of thing."

Albert: "Alright, but I just want to make sure you know that I will do whatever it takes to make this work."

Devin: "Including wearing a paper bag for the rest of your life?"

Albert: "Exactly."

Devin: "This was a very helpful conversation, thank you."

Albert: "Anytime."

*they make eye contact and instantly break out into smiles*

Albert: "So tell me about you. What got you into training horses?"

Devin: "In short, my Dad. The long version is, my family has been training horses at least since my great-great-great grandfather. It's in my genes, I guess you can say. I've been doing it literally my entire life."

Albert: "That's amazing. And is this your family's ranch?"

*Devin looks steely eyed for a moment and clears her throat*

Devin: "Uh, no. It's not. This one is all mine."

Albert: "Do you not want to talk about it?"

*A weak smile flickers across Devin's face before disappearing*

Devin: "It's a bit of a touchy subject," *she sighs before continuing* "But, like I said, I've spent my entire life training horses, working for my Dad. He got sick a couple of years ago. Lung cancer. But, instead of leaving me the family ranch, who it should have gone to by all rights, it was left to his brother instead. He ranch, the business, all of it. When I confronted both of them about it, they told me a woman had no business training horses or running a business 'on her own.' My Dad died six months later and my uncle, well, he has everything except the monetary inheritance I was left, which I invested into this ranch."

*Albert exhales*

Albert: "That is seriously *bleep*ed up. I'm so sorry that happened to you. And to be treated that callously by your own family .... unimaginable."

Devin: "It was honestly the worst betrayal I have ever known in my entire life. It really is true what they say about people's true colors coming out when someone dies. But, enough about me. Tell me something about you."

Albert: "I would much rather talk about you, but if you insist..."

Devin: "I do."

Albert: "Well, I'm a chef. I used to own a restaurant in San Myshuno, but I hated the administrative side of it and missed cooking. So, I sold it and went back to the kitchen, and honestly, I couldn't be happier with my career re-pivot."

Devin: "Oh, that's amazing. What's your favorite thing to cook?"

*Albert ponders for a moment*

Albert: "I'd have to go back to basics; a good grilled cheese can be a work of art."

Devin: "Aahhh. I was not expecting that answer. I figured it'd be something more gourmet."

*Albert chuckles*

Albert: "Clearly you have some things to learn about me."

Devin: "What an exciting prospect."

Albert: "What about you? What's your favorite meal to cook?"

Devin: "Oh that one's easy. Both to cook and eat; frank and beans."

*Albert throws his head back, covers his face with his hand, and laughs*

Albert: "Wwwhhattt?"

*Devin is now also laughing*

Devin: "You're not the only one that's full of surprises."

Albert: "That is such a cowgirl answer. I love it."

Devin: "I grew up on it! It's like, a childhood comfort food. For most kids it's mac and cheese. For me was it's frank and beans."

Albert: "As long as I can sleep downstairs on frank and beans night."

Devin: "Why? You'll be eating them, too. We'll both be fartin' up a storm."

*Albert bursts out in a loud chorus of laughter*

Albert: "Oh my god, this is the sexiest conversation I've ever had."

Devin: "Hey, this is real talk. This is what you get to look forward if you want to be in a relationship with me."

Albert: "Trust me, I'm looking forward to it so much."

*suddenly Milo appears amidst the pair's laughter. it slowly dies down as they realize he's standing there*

Milo: "Hey, guys. I'm sorry to interrupt. I was just wondering if I could talk to Devin when you're done?"

Devin (who seems a bit caught off-guard): "Yeah, Milo, sure. Just give me a minute, okay?"

Milo: "Yeah, sure. Thank you. And sorry, again."

*Milo walks off*

*Albert sighs with disappointment*

Albert: "I guess it's too early get to keep you all to myself."

Devin: "That's what they tell me."

Albert: "Well then, you go do your thing. I'm going to get a drink."

*Albert and Devin get to their feet*

Devin: "I enjoyed our chat."

*the two enter into an embrace*

Albert: "Me too."

*he cradles her head and kisses her on the forehead*

*As they separate and Devin walks away, she's smiling and blushing. Albert watches her walk away for a few moments before heading inside*

Albert (in diary room): "Just half an hour with this girl and I'm hooked. She's so easy to talk to. I didn't want our time to end. It was hard to let her go. And there's definitely chemistry there, and a connection forming. I hope she feels it, too. 'Cause, man. I can't wait to see her again."

*Looks directly into the camera as a lopsided, boyish smile spreads across his face*

Devin (in diary room): "Albert," *folds her arms at her waist and smiles to herself* "Yeah, there's something about him. I definitely feel the chemistry. I like being around him. It's comfortable. I do have this nagging worry at the back of my mind though...with him being a city boy, I'm not sure if he's really down for the ranch life, you know?"

*camera cuts to Milo waiting for Devin. he looks pensive. Devin is approaching him from behind*

Devin: "Hey there."

*Milo turns see Devin approach. His eyes instantly light up and a warm smile spreads across his face*

Milo: "Hi."

Milo: "How are you? You're still okay from...earlier?"

*Devin offers a reassuring smile*

Devin: "I'm okay. I've been training horses my entire life and have had worse falls than that, trust me."

Milo: "Again, I am so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking trying to pull that off."

Devin: "You were thinking you wanted to make a grand entrance."

*Milo glances at his feet, rubs the back of his neck and reluctantly nods*

Devin: "That's alright, man. That's what tonight was all about, I suppose. But, we're past that now, so it's cool for us to move just on. You've learned from your mistake. And I've learned to dodge you if I see you running my way."

*Milo and Devin both share a short chuckle, before he shyly nods in agreement.*

Devin: "So tell me something else about you, besides the fact you're an accident prone cutie."

*Milo looks up at her startled and then tries to mask it, but only manages to blush*

Milo: "Me? I, uh, I'm a musician. Nothing big, yet. Still tryin' to make it, I guess. I still work a day job and all."

Devin: "I love that. What instrument?"

Milo: "Guitar. And I sing. I write my own music too."

Devin: "Wow. You're a triple threat. I really want to learn how to play guitar. I've just never really found the time."

*Milo's eyes light up*

Milo: "I'd love to teach you!"

*Devin smiles up him*

Devin: "I'd really like that. As long as you promise to be patient with me."

Milo (his voice soft and sincere): "Always."

*the pair stand in silence for a moment, locked in eye contact, smiling at each other before Devin speaks again*

Devin: "So, what do you do for your day job, then?"

*glances down at his feet and begins absentmindedly kicking at the ground*

Milo: "Well, that is less glamorous, truth be told. I work at a burger joint."

Devin: "Nice. Do you like it?"

Milo: "It's not my dream, but it's not bad."

Devin: "Whatever pays the bills, am I right?"

*Milo looks relieved and nods as a smile plays at the edges of his mouth*

Milo: "What about you? How'd you get into making nectar?"

Devin: "Oh, that! I took a local class here in Chestnut Ridge not too longer after I moved here, just a sort of for fun/self-improvement type of thing. Turned out I really enjoyed it and had a knack for it. I decided to use it as a way to pay for the horses until I got my first few trained up and sold, but man, the business just really took off! Now most people know me for Echo Valley Nectar and not the horses, which is exactly the opposite of why I got into it."

*Devin grasps her head for dramatic effect and laughs*

Milo: "Fate is crazy."

Devin: "You can say that again."

*her words are followed by another void of silence as the two steal glances at each other*

Devin: "So, what do you hope fate has in store for you?"

*Milo's eyes search her face as he considers his answer*

Milo: "I think you know one thing I'm hoping for," *he glances away and smiles down at the ground again, clearly embarrassed by his forwardness* "Besides my person to grow old with, a good dog, a successful music career, to see the world, and one day a small family. A lifetime supply of tacos would be nice too."

*Devin can't resist smiling and bites her lower lip in an attempt to suppress it*

Devin: "That all sounds amazing. Especially the lifetime supply of tacos part."

*Milo's laugh rings out. after it subsides he says:*

Milo: "Your turn."

Devin: "Also, my person. Also, a small family one day. Also, to see the world. And I guess just a lifetime of successful horse-training. That's really all that's left that I'm really want to spend my life doing."

Milo: "Well, it sounds like our ideal futures match-up pretty well.*

*the two stand in silence again, smiling at each other*

*Devin begins to shiver and glances over her shoulder back toward the house*

Devin: "It is getting cold out here. Is it okay with you if I head back inside?"

*Milo shoves his hands into his pockets. he looks disappointed, but nods.*

Milo: "Of course, yeah. Go warm up."

Devin: "Thank you, sweet Milo."

*they hug*

Devin: "Oh my Watcher, you're so warm."

*Milo chuckles*

Milo: "I've been told I run hot."

*Devin holds on a few moments longer*

*Milo grins to himself in the extended embrace. he is blushing*

Devin: "Mmm. That's nice," *she finally pulls away* "I enjoyed spending time with you. And I'm looking forward to more. Soon."

*Milo is still blushing*

Milo: "The feeling is very mutual."

Milo, in diary room: "Devin's incredible. She's so kind and warm. I haven't met any other girls like her. And we our vision of the future matches so well that maybe this is fate. Maybe she is the one. Watcher, I hope so."

Devin, in diary room: "Milo strikes me as being a little bit shy. Or maybe he's still in his head from earlier tonight, I don't know. It's making building a connection a little hard. But, I definitely feel like there could be something there. He's an incredibly sweet guy. I can see myself really liking him, but we just have to keep working on our connection to see."

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[nevis-the-skeleton]

Black Bird Fazbear Fright : Why it's a bad representation of school harassment

Hello everyone, today we are going to talk about one of the Fnaf Fazbear Fright stories: Black Bird. Well, I would like to warn you, I didn't read the story, because it is not available in my country, but I saw Dawko's summary, and I documented myself as best I could to have the best vision as clear as possible. And, from what I've seen, this story is frankly… Not bad, but it has a very bad moral! Not about apologizing and forgiving, but about the representation that is made of school bullying.

For the summary, a boy named Noel, who has harassed a girl in the past is pursued by a demon bird who haunts him and plunges him into the guilt of his actions, and the only way he has to escape release it and apologize to those to whom he has harmed. Well, that's a very rough summary, but it's so that those who haven't read the story can follow, because I think it's important that as many people as possible know what's wrong with this story.

Bullying is bad, yes I know I'm not learning you something, but apparently the author doesn't think so, or presented it in a very bad way! First, when Noel tells his friend Sam that he bullied a girl, he laughs about it, and it's only because Sam tells him that it's not funny that he questions himself a little. Come on, I can understand that, if he wasn't aware that what he did was wrong, why not. But, I think that from the moment you put a dead mole in someone's locker, it's not to make them laugh! It’s clearly meant to do harm!

Already, this point prevents me from becoming attached to Noel, but even then it is not that problematic, as long as the character questions himself, which he seems to do. The problem is how he questions himself, why he does it. Basically, he's being chased by Black Bird and his girlfriend is telling him that he should apologize to the girl he bullied. He says he's going to do it, but the second Black Bird is absent, he withdraws, like: "oh come on, I'll check that he's really there, because frankly I don't want to apologize." He didn't say it like that, but that's really how I felt it.

And it’s only because Black Bird comes back that he decides to apologize to Christine! Man, you can't be more selfish! He only apologizes for his own well-being, because he is afraid for his life! If my bully came back to me, with someone holding a knife to his throat, and forced him to apologize, I would not consider his apology valid. Since he's fucking threatening imminent death! So that’s already a very big negative point, but it’s not the worst!

When Noel goes to Christine, who seems to be doing very well (she is in good health, she has lots of friends and everything), she does not recognize him. Like, bruh, no actually! That's not how it works! A bullied person generally doesn't forget their bully, and certainly not the one who called her fat and shoved dead f*cking moles into her locker! This is basically not possible! But it's not just that, and honestly that's what triggers me the most, she thanks him for bullying her, because it made her stronger, opened her eyes, and allowed her to get better.

…

Really, I don't have the words… What kind of bullshit is this? What kind of morality is that?! What it teaches the reader, indirectly, is: “Bullying is good, it allows people to improve!”, “Come on, tell this shy kid that he’s fat and ugly, so he’ll start playing sports and take care of his health!” NO! NO! and NO! Sorry, but I'm angry right now! There is nothing more destructive than school bullying! This shit kills people every year, it doesn't help anyone, and it certainly doesn't make you better! It's not a funny thing, it's not a joke! This is truly the worst moral I have ever seen in a story!

Remember one thing: apologizing is good, forgiving is liberating, but bullying is the worst creation of humanity. That's all I have to say about this story, I'm sure some will disagree with my opinion, but I really needed to get this out of my mind.

[moonfurthetemmie]

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Part 6

June 19, 20XX

Mercury looks tired. His hair is messier than ever.

"I completely forgot I was making these. Sorry, I- Wait, why am I apologizing? It's not like anyone will have to wait between the video entries. God, I've been alone too long already."

He runs a hand through his hair.

"Okay, what's happened in that past...how long has it been? Uh...Well, there was a noise outside last night. Didn't sound like an animal. It seems like there's something outside that's just staying out there, but I can't tell what through all the mold and gunk on the windows. The front door isn't exactly guarded, but-"

Mercury suddenly snaps his fingers, his eyes lighting up.

"Oh! That's right! The big mushrooms! Oh, shit, and the smaller mushrooms; yeah. Okay. So, firstly, the smaller ones-"

He reaches off screen and pulls over a bag of mushrooms. The caps are tall, a rusty orange color, dotted with dark red and black spots. They look dry.

"Some of the mushrooms out there are edible. Was it stupid to try? Absolutely, but I can't leave and anything left in the kitchen is either spoiled or compromised at this point. Maybe both. I had to find something to eat."

He sets the bag off to the side.

"It's only a certain size and shape, though I'm not sure I could tell you the difference without showing you more of the ones outside. I've found that exposing them to high heat burns off the spores. I've been living off of them for the past few days, and I haven't had any adverse effects yet. They might not be completely safe, but it gives me some extra time, so I'll take it. They seem to have most of the basic nutrients a human needs, which is weird, but for now I won't question it. So, yay."

Mercury's look becomes more grave.

"Some of the big mushrooms, though...I think they're how Zircon and Koroit knew I was in Jade's room, and part of how they know when he's trying to escape. I say 'part', because I think the mushrooms let them communicate without actually speaking."

Mercury pulls out a phone, and shows the screen to the camera. It's a large entry way, with mushrooms reaching all the way up to the ceiling flanking a pair of large double doors. There appears to be a complex network of roots on the floor.

"I'm not certain about the mushroom telepathy between them all, but if I get too close to the doors, someone shows up to stop me. Always. But, if they can sense things from those mushrooms-"

Mercury sets the phone down,

"-Then I don't know why they couldn't communicate with each other with them. Since Jade's covered in the mushrooms, I wouldn't be surprised if he was connected to that network, too; and it would explain how he knew that people were coming to his room."

He folds his arms over the desk.

"If I wasn't living this fungal nightmare, I'd be fascinated. Unfortunately, here I am. Aaaand...What else, I feel like I'm forgetting something..."

Mercury gazes around the room, before settling on something.

"Oh, yeah, I've started trying to find a cure," he says, casually. A note despair can be heard in his voice. "I have no idea if I'll find anything. This thing is...It's not normal, whatever it is. I know mushrooms and fungus and things are weird, but this is...this is a whole new level of it. I've been given no reason why it would be even harder to deal with than your average fungal infection, but given everything else I've seen, I wouldn't be surprised if it was."

Mercury sighs, and shakes his head.

"I'm not sure what else to do, though. I suppose I could try to get Zuli, but frankly, I don't know that he's even alive. The basement was disgusting enough already. Even if he had enough food, who knows what kind of illnesses he could catch down there."

He reaches forwards.

"...I'll try anyways. I could use the company."

The video ends.

[smiles-advice]

Hi so I'm just looking for some advice cause I've gotten myself into a bit of an awkward situation because of how I badly handled a different one?

So I blocked my ex a while back without actually telling him or warning. We'd fallen out of contact for a few months and I had been hoping it would stay that way so that I wouldn't have to actually do anything. But he started messaging me again out of the blue (I think to pad out asking for my help with something? but I'm not too sure). I did talk to him again for a bit but blocked him pretty quick.

For reference the reason is that he makes me really uncomfortable? I feel like he only talks to me when he wants something from me and when it's not for that reason he can be just really mean. Like just outright insulting me to my face as if it's a normal thing to do? Also he used to constantly break into my place with no warning which was just god awful but I couldn't say anything because like... If you upset someone who can break into your place mmm possibly bad consequences???? And it led me to be really anxious all the time and I ended up spiraling into the worst place mentally I've ever been?

I haven't talked to him about any of this because it quite frankly didn't seem like a good option. The one time I did tell him that he'd upset me he immediately started saying about how he was feeling suicidal which is just manipulation 101 and I know I'm a very easy person to manipulate so it's better to not put myself at risk of that.

Like I literally didn't even mention it when we split I just blamed it on my mental health and left it at that.

The problem now is that I'm trying to make new friends at uni and join new societies and I feel like every one I've joined he's also joined. (We have a lot in common so it's not surprising really) But I'm nervous now that there's going to be some sort of confrontation which I don't know if I'll be able to handle? Or I'm worried he'll talk shit about me to everyone and I won't manage to make any friends. I don't think he would actually do that because I don't think he's a bad person- I'm just pretty anxious about it all right now. I'm hoping it'll be a non-issue but ???????? I'm just not sure atp???

I know this is 100% on me for not communicating with him so I shouldn't really complain- but in my defence he does kinda scare me a little

Hiya!

First of all, apologies for the late reply. Got some bad news then fell ill, so I'm just a useless mess as always.

I don't think this is on you at all! I think this guy is displaying really scary behaviours and you're not at fault for trying to avoid a confrontation. If he scares you, he scares you, and that's not your fault.

I'd seriously recommend logging this with the authorities if you feel comfortable, especially the part where he's broken into your place on multiple occasions. and definitely talk to the university (I can't for the life of me think about what the head is called other than principal but that sounds too high school). But it needs to be on record somewhere, and maybe your uni can help separate you in some way.

also tell your friends and family! People you trust! don't be afraid in silence.

Best of luck, all my love your way, stay safe!

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

3. "I've got a *premonition* this missing scientist is connected to our main case."

KIM KITSURAGI - He sighs. "I sincerely doubt it. Still, I suppose it won't hurt to keep an eye out."

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Oh, thank you officers, truly. I'll be right here if you come across any sign of Morell."

Task gained: Find Morell, the Cryptozoologist

2. "So your husband is some kind of scientist?"

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Oh yes," she says with a pinch of pride. "A zoologist -- a *crypto*zoologist to be more precise."

"What is cryptozoology?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "It's a pseudo-science that attempts to legitimize *research* into mythological beasts and urban legends." The lieutenant sounds unimpressed.

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "That's one opinion, yes. And people are entitled to their opinions..."

KIM KITSURAGI - "My apologies, ma'am. I did not mean to undermine your hobby."

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "It's not a hobby, dear. It's a *sub-field* of zoology, one specializing in animal species that are so exceedingly rare that many assume them to be *extinct* or even *fictitious*..."

"Searching for such species -- called *cryptids* -- is difficult and often thankless, and frankly, many scientists are too lazy to do it. Universities these days are rarely interested in supporting *real* research."

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - She's completely internalized her husband's struggles. They are her own.

3. "Tell me more about Morell. Looks, character, your relationship…"

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Oh dear... I'm not sure where to begin..."

"What does your husband look like?"

"How long have you been married?"

"I think I have all the information I need. Let's move on."

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Hmmm. Well, his expression is slightly grumpy, but his eyes are always bright and curious, like a small boy's. And his palms are quite coarse from all the field work, but he's quite gentle..."

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - It's always a challenge to describe the person you know best in the world.

"Let's try again. If I were trying to meet him on the street, what would I look for?"

"That's good enough. Let me ask you something else."

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Oh! Well, he's a bit shorter than you but with a larger frame. And he has longish white hair -- usually a bit uncombed, you might say *wild* even..."

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant pulls out his notebook and begins jotting down the woman's description.

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "One other thing -- he'll likely have all kinds of *field gear* on him, even if he's not out in the reeds. You know, just in case."

2. "How long have you been married?"

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "We'll be celebrating our *sixteenth anniversary* this autumn." Her smile is soft. "Not the most numerically satisfying anniversary, but I like the less obvious milestones even more, somehow..."

3. "How did the two of you meet?"

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Via a dating agency, I'm ashamed to say. I was looking to get back into the scene after recovering from my accident, and he'd just divorced..."

"We hit it off and, well, here we are." She smiles wistfully.

REACTION SPEED [Easy: Success] - She's skipping over some important parts... perhaps you'll find out more later.

4. "I think I have all the information I need. Let's move on." (Conclude.)

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "I hope I've been useful."

4. "Tell me more about this *rare insect* your husband is looking for."

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Oh, sweetie, it's *fascinating*..." She catches herself. "But I shouldn't bore you with entomological minutiae."

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant gives you a sideways glance.

"No, I want to hear about the insect."

"You're right. I don't have time for insect facts right now. Let's talk about something else."

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Well," she hesitates. "It's a *phasmid* technically, but..."

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - Oh yeah. Here comes the *interesting*.

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "... where other phasmids imitate sticks or leaves, this one's a living *reed*. It disguises itself among the reeds here on the Insulindian coast."

"Hence its name: The *Insulindian phasmid* -- perhaps you'll end up co-discovering the phasmid with us, officers?" She looks you in the eye and nods thoughtfully."

KIM KITSURAGI - "I knew it. "The lieutenant sighs. "We're gonna be chasing made-up insects with *cryptozoologists*."

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "It's not made-up, officer, I can *assure* you."

"It's simply *elusive*, so much so that most establishment zoologists doubt it exists at all."

"What makes you think the phasmid is around here?"

"So... is it dangerous?"

"Is it valuable?"

"Does it have cool powers?"

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Well, some teenagers making out in the reeds saw one. They didn't know what it was, of course, but there was a brief article in a local newspaper. About their encounter with a *ghost insect* that looks like the reeds. Gary sent us the clipping."

"So a newspaper clipping is all the evidence you have?"

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Of course, most phasmid sightings turn out to be *false alarms*, but their description matched the Insulindian phasmid *perfectly*, and they didn't even know what they were looking at!"

2. "So… is it dangerous?"

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - She chuckles to herself. "Not at all. Why else would it hide itself so carefully?"

3. "Is it valuable?"

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Oh, I doubt it. No one gets into cryptozoology for the *money*, sweetie."

4. "Does it have cool powers?"

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Yes! It can blend in almost *perfectly* among the reeds." Her face lights up at the thought of it. "It's how it's stayed hidden all these years. Centuries even."

5. "Okay. What's so *special* about this stick-bug then?" (Move on.)

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Oh dear, I'm afraid I'm not explaining this very well. It *is* very special..." The woman's face flushes with embarrassment.

"Morell can explain it all much better. I wish you could hear him describe it. Then you'd understand, I'm sure."

5. [Suggestion - Medium 11] Maybe you could convince her to tell you about some *cool* cryptids?

+1 Has the green ape pen.

SUGGESTION [Medium: Success] - Sometimes, the most charming thing you can do is be *reasonable* in your requests.

"Could you tell me about one, just *one* more interesting cryptid? The Insulindian phasmid was great."

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "I suppose you could use a break, and I could use a distraction..."

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant throws you one of his *looks*. "*One* cryptid -- like you said. One. This can't turn into some kind of cryptid extravaganza. We have things to do."

[despair-to-future-arcs]

You kids need to run now. I don't think that mob wants to talk...

*As Hitaru was able to get away from the mob a fair distant from their home, they stop after driving which they found themselves at a gas station*

Th-That was... whew, I wasn't expecting all that; I wonder why there was a mob.

Me either, honestly but at least we're finally out. We were able to get away from those 2, good riddance; at least we can finally live out lives as we wish, right Jiro?

...

Jiro...? Why are you being so quiet, what are you-?

*As Akemi look over, he saw a news station broadcasting the Nijiue's residents - showing the mob had killed their parents which after that - they started to go into their home* ...

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NEWSCASTER: -he first to be attack is the Nijiue residents, targeting Ayato and Emina Nijiue. It appears the reason they attacked was due to a bribe that Hope's Peak Academy had accepted which arrested the development of the police force all around the world and it appears that many others like them are being attacked by this mysterious group.

Police Commissioner Juu Kinjo had stated he won't get involved as to him, they are nothing but criminals and not just that but many other attacks are occuring - there is no word from the government but will keep you updated on the events - more stories coming your way.

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Wait... so our parents aren't the only ones being attacked but anyone connected to Hope's Peak Academy?

Not just that but it seems that group is going into our home, you think they might be looking for us as well? They seem to also target even family members too...

I wouldn't be surprise if they are, they might even want to kill us too...

W-We just wanted to leave to be free from our parents and now this is happening, god what do we do...?!

What else, we need to keep running and hiding until things calm down.

Wait so your saying we need to keep away from those guys?!

Well yes, it's clear that those nut jobs won't listen to reason and even then. Knowing how the mob was like; they are going to attack and kill us for simply being related to those 2 thieves! I rather not die due to that reason. So until things calm down, we should stay hidden and wait to reveal the truth in a more calmer matter.

Right... well, I suppose if that is the case, we should try and to find a place to sleep for the night, maybe find places that have a bathroom like a motel and get food, I'll see if there's anything at this gas station...

*Hitaru gets out of the car as she heads inside, Akemi is looking at the TV*

Ak-Akemi... sorry this is happening? I thought our escape would be easy but it appears that we can't find peace at all...

Hm, why are you apologizing? If anything, we are away from our parents at long last...

While yes, I suppose what's going on isn't too great and frankly I wish we escape sooner. I don't fault either you or Hitaru but at least we can finally leave but I'm not too happy about the vault, wish I brought those paintings along...

A vault? What do you mean?

Well do you remember how those 2 thieves constantly had us paint the same painting over and over again? I discover their is a safe with the same painting in their room, meaning that if we show everyone the painting then their art career is certainly ruin and any art they created is worthless.

Ah right right, those paintings they kept forcing us to draw, make sense...!

Wait are you going to show them that?! Really?

Well of course I am, I want to make sure those thieves get expose for being frauds and make sure any art they create is worth nothing. So I even remember the password too when I broke in and goodness, mother surely is so self-center and condescending as well! So after things calm down, I plan to show the paintings and reveal them for all the crimes they committed!

Ah, so that's what your planning; well given that you did discover all this, make sense you would pull it off!

Well yes... but as say, I think it make sense if I expose them; I don't think Hitaru should do it, given how that hell hole called a 'home' gave her nothing but bad memories so I think it be safer if it was you and me. So Jiro, if anything were to happen; I want you to open the safe and make sure to show the paintings.

Wait... your asking me to do it? Um, are you sure about that...!

Well yes, the thing is that I feel that Hitaru can't do it and given how things are going, I fear some of us might not make it so I think I want you to do it, alright?

...Sure Akemi, I can to do that if it happens so leave it to me.

Thank you, Jiro. At least Hitaru won't have to suffer anymore and I can trust you with the password for it if it comes to it, so thank you again...

*As then Hitaru comes back and some bags which then she puts into the car which she gets into the driver seat*

Well I got some directions for the nearest motel so let's head there and sleep for the night, let's go everyone.

*After the gas with filled, Hitaru drove off; as their new life was going to begin...*

...

...

...

*As then Jiro woke up, it was around midnight*

!!! (I-It was that dream again!)

[deepwatercomic]

Updates from the Desk of actual Sorrows

first off, I'd like to thank everyone who responded to my polls. It really did help and I did get some great suggestions from other users. It really feels strange to feel like I have to apologize for being MIA on a blog and website I don't think anyone (besides my husband) reads. Honestly life gets in the way sometimes. And we can't all be on the all the time. We're human, we need rest.

My paternal Grandmother died. She was a wonderful, faithful woman who loved her family fiercely and was a faithful Catholic who died peacefully in her sleep on the feast of Mary's Solemnity- which I think she would have found incredibly fitting. It was a long haul with heart failure and just, well, old age. But I will always remember the blue house dresses she wore, the way her massive cross, scapular and medals would click together when I would hug her, the way the Jasmine and lemon trees in her backyard would smell. She would try to tell jokes, but would start giggling before she could even get through the first sentence, and no one could understand what she was trying to say- but her laughter was so infectious that we couldn't help but laugh along. I do hope that with the march of time I don't forget her French-Canadian accent when she would end every phone call or general conversation with "I'll pray for you." And she meant it. I like think Grandma had a direct phone line to the holy trinity, and was frequently discussing matters with Mother Mary. But she did miss my Grandpa very, very, much. And its my sincere hope is that he was there to hold her hand and lead her into the afterlife.

I sincerely want to thank my Aunts, Uncle and cousins for taking such good care of her so she could spend her last days at home with loved ones. You couldn't ask for better or more adoring care.

To make matters more complicated my dear cat, Loki, has a malignant tumor on his face. It was written off as a sinus issue during his yearly wellness exam, and developed into a horrible abscesses (yes multiple) only a few months later. Thanks to a different vet and a lot of pain meds we have a few more weeks with him. He perked right up as soon as we put him on a schedule of gabapentin! Its like having him back to his (mostly) old self for a little while- Its just a matter of when, not if. Which SUCKS, it absolutely fucking SUCKS to have to make the decision of euthanasia. He was supposed to die in his sleep at twenty after gorging himself on all the tuna and goat cheese his tiny heart desired. But, my little trickster familiar will be at home with us when he goes and that is really, the best outcome in a situation like this.

So its right now after major surgery, with family death, pet sickness that I'm still going to school to complete my Bachelors. (I swear, if I don't do things on hard mode- apparently they're just not worth doing AT ALL.) I mean, obviously Deep Water has been pushed to the back burner- and its frankly, this uncomfortable place for it to be (for me at least). Its a story I had hoped would be done about a year ago. I have other projects that I want to move on to. I would just hate to push through it right now and then look back and hate the end result, realize I could do better. Because it is my story, and it is worth telling. This isn't a group project that has deadline or grade. So I'm going to take a few weeks off here, make sure I'm caught up on my school work and try to aim at posting near the end of May.

I hope to see you then. Until then, have a picture of my Familiar happily sleeping while we were watching Golden Girls in better times. And tell a joke that you can't finish because you're laughing to hard in honor of my grandmother.

[corruptedforce]

5. What is the most difficult thing about writing your current muse?

Questions for the Mun // @historiavn // Accepting!

Probably my stubborn ass. I am like this with a few of my others too, especially Jax Teller but I am really stubborn when it comes to characterization. I don't bend on it, ever. I have very few verses that are canon divergent. I have a couple of exceptions, but I'm really stubborn about breaking canon. I would say that @mayxthexforce is likely the only one who can come to me with a canon-divergent or AU idea and I'll usually go for it, easily.

I'm super picky about all the eras of Anakin Skywalker: his childhood, his padawan years, The Clone Wars and then his years as a Sith.

So many people shy away from his darkness and I see it as a part of him and I guess one of the more difficult parts of it for me, is the judgment that some people have, if you are comfortable writing Vader. But, I was a Vader fan before the prequels ever came out. I've had to just develop a thick skin and say I am done trying to say, oh but he must have been so sorry about this. Vader was a Sith Lord. It's just how it is. He murdered younglings, yes. But, that's also how it is. He didn't have to do x amount of things to become the Chosen One, when all was said and done.

He apologized to Obi-Wan as he was dying. He made sure Luke knew he was right. But quite frankly, he didn't owe anyone any more redemption than that and as a writer of a deeply flawed character who is the same character as he was at birth, I owe him writing him the most authentic, as I see fit.

I'm not against him having relationships but Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader are one and the same. Hayden Christensen is the rule on Anakin and he even said Vader is Anakin going through a hard time.

I admit part of my challenge too, is I'm picky. I will never ever use anyone but Hayden.

I guess the hardest part for me, is myself. It's wanting to get it all right, and learning to not give a damn what this fandom thinks, or at least the people who don't deserve my attention.

[anisaanisa]

Come back

^^ thank you, past anisa, for this utterly useless draft note. a little live blog situ is in order then- This is one of my favourite early-manga interactions for a multitude of reasons, mainly for how indicative it is of the dynamic these two share, and how Inuyasha and Kagome solidified themselves as the Miscommunication Ship of All Time. Here we have two characters, not just from different backgrounds, but literal points in time, in the early stages of trying to form an understanding of one another, and Takahashi does a great job of reminding us of how difficult that would actually be. The conversation these edits are from, taken from Chapter 28, is frankly a fever dream. (read right to left):

Inuyasha: And I took that personally :(

Inuyasha, the boy who is indeed guilty of the crime of being annoying, stops functioning for days (see: days (multiple)) after Kagome spartan kicks him down the well, and he holds onto that offence so tightly that he sulks in trees, steals her textbook, and stews, only for his own internal battle (understanding kagome (tangential to the whole Noh Mask debacle)) to reach its climax in the middle of a harrowing demon-trying-to-eat-people battle to demand an apology. The audacity.

But why so audacious? Not only does he have a heightened sense of justice when it calls for it, but he's (rather obviously) from a different walk of life where he has little more than the clothes on his back and his word to stand by. At this point in their red-string-thing timeline, this is not something Kagome, his projected love interest, can realistically relate to, and this scene aggressively drives it home; they may as well be speaking different languages.

For Kagome, she has lived a thousand lifetimes (studying) since she last told Master AnnoyingYasha to get lost, has forgotten it even happened, and to her, him stopping in the middle of sword-swinging is strange and ill-timed, if we're being polite about it, so for her to be bewildered by his demands after Miss NohThankYou busted through her window is apt. Kagome's bold, she's sassy, she's equally compassionate and passionate, the type to say I Hate You but Not Really Mean It. For all intents and purposes, Kagome Higurashi, The Main Character, is the epitome of a modern teenage girl, and that's the point. You're supposed to relate to her, in that sense.

And make no mistake on Inuyasha's end, these are demands; it's in the title of this chapter: “I'll help You, But…”. The boy has stipulations, and we all have to listen, because in the previous chapter, he actively came through the well to get that apology he felt he so rightfully deserved, not necessarily to save her. Saving the day is merely a bonus, while making his point was the goal:

Inuyasha: And I took the opportunity :)

But don't be disheartened – it's not from a place of malice or disproportionate moral coding, as it rarely is. Inuyasha, The Lad, is fully aware of his capabilities, and taking care of a demon snacking on humans is a nuisance at most, a side-quest to his real goal (that damn apology), as we can see by this steel beam disintegrating under his hand:

Inuyasha: What, like it's hard? :D

Inuyasha's ready and willing to meet in the middle, his route there is just rougher terrain: you give me what I want (a spoken apology) and I'll do this favour for you (help you not get eaten). It's strange, but it's what he knows, therefore, I have also found him guilty of also being a good boy :D

Kagome's ready and willing to meet in the middle, at the cost of some confusion: I'll apologise (for what, I'm not so sure) in exchange for you stopping this monster from eating me. Who else needs an apology? You get an apology, you get an apology, you all get an apology! I am so sorry for everything ever. Now please look cool while stopping this demon, thank you (it's what we'd all do), because to her, an apology does not carry the worth Inuyasha has imbued into it.

So when he thinks to himself, “Doesn't it mean anything to her?” — that is our glimpse into his inner world. Outwardly, he typically says and does what he means, and naively so, has that same expectation of others, because Inuyasha is not a man of the world, he's a man of the forest. Thankfully, he's not totally inept in understanding social cues; he grasps sarcasm, at the very least (from page 521), but has led himself to this failure in considering how that same interaction impacted her; in that it may not have impacted her at all. There's this thing about Inuyasha, where he says exactly what he means, but almost to his detriment, and his words often take on double-meaning, depending on which lens you choose to look at him through. “Can't I have both?” is a perfect example of this dichotomy and a much-talked about where art thou loyalties lie scene that I took as a far more innocent (and noble tbh) statement than is regularly extrapolated and construed.

It's interesting to look back on how a ship that is so frequently considered poster children for the miscommunication trope (and rightfully so) pulls that off and in a way that is fun and endearing – it's not from lack of trying or effort. They're trying, alright. In the midst of battle and horror, near-constantly, they are trying. The effort is there. They just can't speak each other's language. Yet.

At this stage of their individual character development, in order to achieve personal growth, it's like this: Inuyasha needs someone that challenges him and his world views. Kagome needs someone that challenges her and her world views. They require the same thing, just in different fonts…if that makes sense.

So, I think I figured out what I wanted to come back to say:

Inuyasha and Kagome are complimentary in their oppositions. And they are cohesive in their similarities. And that is why they're my OTP. Thank you for understanding.

Okay, okay! I apologise. How's that? ☆

[diavolosbaby]

Hi! So, I saw your Teen!MC being comforted by Simeon post, and I really loved that. I've gone through abuse Luke that from my family my entire life, and quite frankly that post made me cry bc it was very well written🥹So, I was wondering if you could write something similar for more characters? If this makes you uncomfortable feel free to delete this btw😅

Sure :)

I'll do Luke, Barbatos, Satan, and Leviathan :)

Abuse Comfort

Characters: Luke, Barbatos, Satan, Leviathan

Genre: Angst,comfort

Format: headcanons, mini fic

Pronouns if used: they/them

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Luke

- When you tell him, he doesn't believe it. He would have never guessed someone as bright as you went through something so dark.

- actually starts to tear up, he's sad that you went through something so sad

- hugs your waist and nuzzles his head in your stomach, whining about how he's sorry

- actually says some things about your family, not so nice things but still very appropriate (he's still luke)

- he's mad and sad at your family, but the way you're comforting him and not the other way around makes him even more mad and sad at himself

"Waaaaaaaah! How could humans be so mean! Mean to someone like you too! Its not fair you didn't deserve that...sniff.... Theyre more demon-like than anything I've seen in the Devildom... Must be if they treat you so bad...im sorry MC...sniff"

Barbatos

- listens very closely, making eye contact with you or looking directly at you if you avoid his gaze

- very minimal touches while you explain, its meant to be a soft gesture of comfort. He hopes you get that

- when you're done he slides his gloved hand over your head smoothing down your hair

- he plants a kiss to your forehead and then leans his own against it, taking a breath before speaking with closed lids

- You can't tell whether he's angry or sad for you, he tries to hide it very well but you still saw his slightly furrowed brows and slight frown

"My dear MC, how anyone could treat you like that is beyond me. Please leave those memories behind you. Here in the Devildom, here with me... It will be better. I will be better. You will never receive such treatment again. Please believe me."

Satan

- he had his hand over yours before you even started, sensing the tension

- he squeezed your hand a bit, not enough to hurt you but enough for you to notice

- he was mad, angry, furious, that ANYONE could treat you like that, could be so heartless

- but he knew tight now you didn't need someone to protect you. What was done was done. Right now you needed comfort, and you trusted him with that -he gently wrapped his hands around your head and led you towards his chest, you didn't put up a fight

- played with your hair while he whispered sweet nothings to you, except these sweet nothings were sweet somethings, because they did mean something to the both of you

"That... Is terrible. So terrible. I don't... Understand how humans could do that to their own children. And we're the demons...i apologize MC. I'm... Sorry. You didn't deserve that, you were only a child... Their child and they treat you so horrid... It's despicable, truly.."

Leviathan

- paused his game when he saw you were serious

- gave you his full attention, his mouth slightly agape and eyes widened as his brows furrowed in worry as he listened

- took him a moment to take it all in but when he did all he felt at that moment was sorry for you.

- asks if he can hug you and when you say yes he hugs really tight, its awkward but you can feel his worry and determination to make you feel better

- not the best at comforting but will you for your sake

"What... Are you... For real...? Uh... C-can I hug you... MC...? Ok, alright. Uh.. Sorry. I just don't get it. Humans are so supposed to be, well, humane. Thats like the total opposite... Totally unfair to you MC I'm sorry...um..well, I hope my brothers and I can be a better family to you MC...i mean it, alright?"

Again sorry this took so long and hope you liked it :)