#he's admittedly really difficult to keep consistent

[birdsong-warriors]

Casually reposts the man because I want everybody to look at him

[zairene]

AS A BOYFRIEND osamu dazai

* ˚ ✦ synopsis: how osamu dazai would be as a significant other.

* ˚ ✦ genre: headcanons !

* ˚ ✦ warnings: not spoiler free + mentions character death in anime + mentions of suicide.

* ˚ ✦ author’s note: my first BSD post !! enjoy the new content! <333 ( also, i did try to take a more canon approach to this just so i could practice characterization ! feel free to critique anything or give some feedback in general ! )

the famous osamu dazai. a young man who’s enemies shouldn’t be exactly proud that they are his enemies. a man who has too many tricks up his sleeves, and always seems to manage to get himself out of the stickiest of situations. a man with convoluted emotions that no one could ever quite understand, except for his closest late friend sakunosuke oda.

but even in the darkest of moments, dazai still has a lighthearted side to him despite the enigmatic façade he keeps all the time. due to his past, i could find it very difficult for him to fully commit to anyone exclusively.

not saying he would sleep around a lot or have a significant amount of women on his roster, but due to his job and the way he views humanity and what it means to be alive. dazai finds little to no joy in living—so why would he even try a romantic relationship?

so, in these terms, you were not an exception.

at first, he viewed you as this beautiful girl he could finally do a double suicide with. after being the third woman to join the armed detective agency, he never really attempted to hide himself from you. so you saw all of his unwillingness to live very quickly and admittedly it made you a lot less attracted to him.

yes, he may have had the looks but his personality was an entire red flag for you. he never liked talking about himself or his past. he doesn’t open up. he’s serious, but not in the way you would want him to be with you. he’s serious about his job, he’s serious about the armed detective agency, and he’s serious about the relationships he has with the people around him.

but he was never serious about himself.

he knew this and never noticed how many people cared about him. but that’s not his fault, especially since being in the port mafia has extremely distorted his morality.

and over time, you learned to accept this side of him. you learned that you could never truly understand the mind of osamu dazai unless he decides to have that conversation with you.

after a plethora of missions alongside dazai, you did notice your growing feelings for him. the charming and overly dramatic side of him paralleled with an excessive amount of wisdom that grew on you. dazai knew his way with his words, and did he maybe try to woo you here and there? of course.

dazai was no fool, he knew about your feelings for him. he found himself also feeling the same but wasn’t sure how to express them. this feeling was somewhat unfamiliar. he knew how it felt to have feelings for someone but to also want to have a romantic relationship with them? he was stuck.

he was scared. he didn’t want to get you, someone he cared about, to get wrapped up in his business. for his enemies to become yours, and for you to fall victim to their wrath. causing dazai to lose someone else that gave him a reason to keep living.

so a lot of your interactions, before getting together, consisted of you blatantly flirting with each other during work or just in general.

but when you both finally decided to give things a shot, boy did that change things for both of you and the agency in general.

you both were a secret at first. it was obvious you both had something going on but no one had gotten a confirmation so no one assumed. this was all stopped when atsushi, of all people, walked into the office hallway at the wrong time.

there were you and dazai, having the most heated makeout session ever. atsushi was for one, a little traumatized, he’s never seen dazai in this way nor did he ever predict he would. he stood in silence while the both of you were frantically trying to fix yourself as if he didn’t stumble upon the whole scene. atsushi was at a loss for words. “i’m-i’m… just gon—gonna…” he bolted out of the office after he just came to the conclusion he was not gonna be able to talk to you after seeing that.

safe to say that he looked neither of you in the eye for about a week. but best believe he did blurt it out randomly on a quiet day in the office, and that’s how news spread. y/n and dazai are officially dating!

now, onto the actual relationship and not the buildup.

fresh into it, things didn’t change. besides the fact you both had exchanged numbers by then and you could see him outside of work and at your home as well. you both still had the same dumb arguments as you had before but with a heavy amount of tension this time.

once you both get comfortable, PDA is your fucking thing. sitting on his lap while he worked or him always having his arm wrapped around your shoulder or waist. you could say he was doing all of this just to spite kunikida! he was.

dazai is romantic when he puts the effort in. some of your dates are followed with a nice candlelit dinner in an extremely fancy restaurant, or just you or him going to one another’s place just to feel each other’s presence.

there was versatility, and you liked that.

you began to see more of a vulnerable side of dazai as time went on. he started to share more of his life piece by piece to you. you were patient with him, and he appreciated that. he never goes into explicit detail about every little thing about himself, but you can tell he’s trying to change for you as his love for you blossoms into something he never thought could be possible for him.

you both still have your disagreements here and there, and arguments with him are extremely painful. they aren’t rare but they aren’t common either. most of the time it is just petty arguments, just a few minutes of bickering, and dazai is already attached to your hip smothering you with kisses just to show how sorry he is.

painful arguments consist of the both of you not talking for days on end. having to see each other at work made it even more difficult, and when you both weren’t talking, yosano is always coming up to you because it is obvious something is wrong between you too. you reassure her things will be fine and you still love him all the same.

making up with dazai is surprisingly easy. the no communication stage isn’t, but once you both have had time to calm down and think about the situation, he is more than capable of having a mature conversation with you and mending things.

osamu dazai is not the perfect boyfriend, but he isn’t a bad one either. he is someone who would come with a lot of baggage and patience—learning that he’s not someone who easily communicates his feelings and would rather keep up the mysterious act to the grave. nonetheless, dazai is trying. he’s attempting to change and seems a lot healthier these days ever since he’s been with you. things are positive overall, but this also includes your cooperation and being able to handle him as a person and not just as a boyfriend.

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[mysticsublimeperson]

I want to express my frustration because... im trying to write some time travel Merthur fanfic as one does...

and I keep hitting my head against the same wall. Because just in case you didn't know England SUCKED before imperialism and colonialism.

Not that that made it better but, the English isles didn't have a variety of fruits or vegetables, the did have meat and fish and salt I think, but no sugar or way of producing it but honey if I remember correctly.

And admittedly climate change is a pain in the ass, but in medieval times the winters probably consisted in huge blizzards and freezing for 4 months.

They didn't even had tea!!!

All the good stuff its because of colonialism which is horrible for the world but whatever.

Im trying so hard to ignore this facts... to be free and write about silly angsty boys but I needed someone to know how difficult it is.

Because Merlin having lived in a 21 century would have spent since the 16th drinking bloody tea, and now he is back in time and doesn't have tea, doesn't even have sugar, it's a pain in the ass to get milk, and he can't even get his favorites foods because the fruits and vegetables aren't even evolved yet.

BECAUSE YES! All of the greens have suffered a tremendous amount of change because of selective farming!! so even if there were apples back there, they probably wasn't the same apple, probably weren't even half as sweet as they are now a days!

Same with animals, and plants. Many of the species have gone extinct but they existed back then. And im dying for a chance to bring this into the fic, to prove just how difficult the transition it's, but a the same time, it doesn't matter right? not really.

bUT I NEEDED TO VENT A LITTLE SO thank you for listening to my rant.

Also im not even a history girly, im an art babe, so all of this I know by logic and assumptions from my art history clases, and my hyper fixation, so obviously take everything with a grain of salt.

((It's just that I was cooking and I was trying to think which ingredients were available at that time to make the most simple dish but no, there was almost none, no spices, no tomato, I think the had cabbage, and like broccoli because its the same plant, but probably wasn't evolved into all of the different versions we know, they had beans, and lentils I think, the potatoes come from South America, so no potatoes, the had bread but what kind of bread??? sO YEAH, this is my head.. all the time))

[joes-sha-la-la-la-girl]

'I'm In Love With You' - Jon Bon Jovi x Reader

A/N: Thank you once again to @elliotts-personal-property for helping me overcome the writer's block I had for this fic. To the anon that requested it, I hope you like it. I haven't written for JBJ for ages as my other fic was written months before I posted it, so I hope this is alright 💖💖

Masterlist

The day I met Jon for the first time in the record store started out like any other. I hadn’t anticipated that I would meet the rockstar at all, in fact I was hoping for as little human interaction as possible. Purely because I just wanted to be left in peace whilst I searched through the records.

However, that was not to be. As soon as I walked in the store, I saw that there was only one other person in there. I recognised him straight away. Everyone around here knew who Bon Jovi were. Not that I cared much for them. I didn’t mind their music and had their debut record at home, I just didn’t fall at their feet like most of the people here. 

At first I tried to ignore him, moving my way through the store and looking over the stock of records. However, it became more difficult to ignore the singer as when I next looked up he was standing only a few feet away from me. Trying not to catch his attention, I slowly moved away again. 

However it was too late. Before I knew it Jon was standing right next to me and I could feel his eyes staring at me. 

“Can I help you?” I asked him, barely looking up. 

“Not really, just wanted to talk to a pretty lady s’all.” He responded with a wink and a cheeky grin.

“Well unfortunately for you, I’m not in the mood to be spoken to today, sorry.” I lamely excused myself. Part of me felt bad for being rude, but the other part couldn’t find it in me to care. Jon just carried on standing there with a grin on his face, not deterred by my bluntness in any way.

“Do you really listen to this?” He questioned me as he looked at the records I was flicking through. Admittedly synth-pop wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea but that was part of the reason I listened to it. I liked the way that the music I listened to was created for people who didn’t quite fit into society. It was for the misfits who didn’t fit in with the misfits. Listening to artists create music to stand out made me feel more confident in myself. 

“Yes I do.” I answered his question. Jon didn’t respond to that and instead just carried on looking at the records I was searching through. 

“I’m Jon by the way.” He smiled at me, ignoring the obvious tension between the two of us.

“I’m Y/N.” I half heartedly responded, earning another cheeky grin in return. 

*

Over the next few weeks, this became a regular occurrence. How one manages to bump into a rising rockstar nearly every week I’ll never know but for some reason it kept happening. Our encounters consisted of heated arguments over music, each time we met the disagreements got more intense. At one point I was sure that we would get kicked out of the store but when the owner recognised Jon, he thought against it and just told us to keep it down instead.

I had resigned to the fact that no matter how much I tried to avoid him, every power in the universe was ensuring that I would run into him again. Despite our differences of opinions when it came to music, I found myself almost looking forward to seeing Jon. That should have been my first clue that I was falling in love with him; however, the stubbornness inside of me refused to believe it. 

It wasn’t until he went on tour that I realised how badly in love with him I was. I found that our senseless squabbles and the ridiculous comments that were made purely for the sake of it, was actually just me covering for the apparent love I held for him.

When I came to that dreadful realisation, I decided that the best thing to do was to try and stay away from him as much as possible. I didn’t know the specific date in which Jon got back off of tour but it was soon. 

*

Eventually I saw him walking towards the record store one day. Rather than go in like I had planned, I promptly turned away and made my way to another store. If I saw him on the street then I went the other way. Maybe I was being ridiculous but that sounded more appealing than admitting my obviously unrequited feelings.

It was only two weeks after I first saw Jon when he got back off of tour, my luck of avoiding him ran out. 

“Y/N.” 

Upon hearing my name I turned around, only to see exactly who had called my name. I quickly spun away again and continued walking. The rain was pouring down and all I wanted to do was get home and curl up in my pyjamas. I did not want to face any altercation that may be coming my way.

“Y/N, wait.” Jon called again. Just as I went to speed up, I felt his hand clasp down on my shoulder. “What are you doing? Why are you ignoring me?” Jon asked, inquisitive as always.

“Look Jon, I have to go.” I tried to pull away from him but he was having none of it.

“Why? I haven’t seen you since I got home, where have you been?”

“I’ve been busy Jon.” I tried not to snap at him. Afterall it wasn’t his fault that I had fallen in love with him. 

Jon just looked at me. I couldn’t help but stare at him, the way his usually fluffy hair stuck to his face in the rain. How his brow was furrowed in confusion. Even in the rain he looked like the most ethereal man to walk the earth. His lips pouted slightly as he tried to work out why I had been avoiding him.

When I realised that I was staring, I started to pull away, only for Jon to grab me gently by the wrist and tug me back towards him. Being in close proximity to him made my heart race and I could only hope that he couldn’t hear over the noise of the rain.

“Y/N what’s going on?” Jon asked softly as he stared into my eyes.

“Why do you care?” I asked him, though there was no malice in my tone. “We only talk when we are arguing about music, so why do you care if there is something wrong?”

“Because…” Jon stopped for a moment. 

Whilst Jon looked for the words to say, I wriggled out of his grip and started to walk away again. I wanted so badly to be wrapped up in his arms and pulled into his chest whilst he kissed me senseless, but in the back of my mind, all I could think about was the consequences of being rejected by him. 

I didn’t think my heart could take it if he didn’t feel the same way, which was almost inevitable. 

I didn’t get far again before Jon ran in front of me. Putting his hands on my shoulders, he looked into my eyes.

“Something is obviously going on. Please tell me. I can’t help if you won’t let me.”

“You can’t fix this Jon. Just leave me be.” The look in his eyes was nearly killing me.

“Y/N please.” Jon's voice broke into a whisper, it was at that point that I felt tears running down my face, mixed with raindrops. No wonder the man was concerned about me when I stood in front of him crying. “Just talk to me darlin’.”

As soon as he said that the waterworks became unstoppable. The realisation that I was about to be rejected by the one man that I have ever felt like this for, tore my heart into tiny pieces. The emotional pain transformed into a pain in my chest as if my heart was about to break.

“I’m in love with you.” The words spilled out before I could stop them and the shock on Jon’s face replaced the concern immediately. When Jon didn’t say anything I found myself nervously continuing.

“I know that you probably don’t feel the same way and that's why I didn’t want to say anything but now I have and I am making an-” I was cut off from my rambling by a pair of lips on mine. 

Jon moved away before I had a chance to reciprocate. “Sorry you were just talking and talking, it's the only way I could think of to get you to calm down.” 

I stared up at him, probably resembling a deer in headlights. Before I could even think about what I was doing I stood on my toes to reach him and pressed another kiss to his lips. He immediately reacted and kissed me back with so much passion that I thought I might pass out.

I couldn’t even feel the cold from the rain as I stood in his embrace. My arms wrapped around his neck whilst his hands rested on my hips, pulling me closer to him. When the two of us pulled away again, Jon rested his forehead on mine, not allowing me to move backwards.

“In case you couldn’t tell, I’m in love with you too. I don’t tend to argue with just anyone over and over again.” Jon laughed before pecking me on the nose. Smiling up at him I connected our lips yet again before pulling away and tugging at his hand.

“Where are we going?” He questioned with a small grin on his gorgeous face.

“My place.” I winked, “Gotta get out of these wet clothes.”

[charles-leclerc-official]

First, I just want to say that your analysis on the Suzuka race weekend was absolutely beautiful - thought out, concise, to the point and really well written!

I just have one question, since you seem really knowledgeable on the more physics - concerning aspects of a race - how is negative tyre deg even possible? I know what it is, the definition isn't the problem, what I don't get is how can it even happen? How can you go faster on older tyres, how does that possibly work? Considering physics point towards the maxima you, yourself mentioned - new tyres = ability to go faster. And yet negative deg is possible, which has me incredibly confused.

Admittedly, physics isn't my strongest subject, so forgive me if the answer to my question is something very obvious, I would still appreciate you taking the time to explain it!

Took me a while to get to this one because it is a very advanced concept as far as the physics are concerned, and full disclosure I am by no means a physics expert. I understand the principals at play but the calculations for these relationships are pretty advanced.

But the main thing for why this is possible has to do with a relationship between the suspension, the track temperature, the camber of the tyres, the specific setup a driver chooses for their car, and the driver and their driving during the race.

So the idea is if you have a car base that is gentle on the tyres like the SF-24 the tyres may not warm up quickly. Tyres that are warmed will be able to have better grip and thus go faster. So if you have a car that isn't warming the tyres on the first laps enough for maximum performance then there exists a window where it is possible to go faster in later laps. This window can be widened by a driver's specific car setup choices as well as driving. The wider a driver can keep this window the longer they can maintain zero to negative deg. This is I believe what is going on with the SF-24.

So basically if you drive and achieve almost zero deg at first, you are essentially still on new tyres and thus when you want to push to go faster or increase your speed you can. This is a very oversimplified explanation and it doesn't apply to every single instance where we have seen a driver achieve this but you get the idea.

You see this in miniature with some laps for some drivers, if they have a really clean lap you often see them able to do a slightly faster lap or an identical lap on the next one because they didn't degrade as much as expected. It's the sheer consistency in not wearing the tyres or achieving minimal wear over many many laps in a row that gets into the territory we saw with Charles in Suzuka.

However doing this in practice is difficult. The driver's personal setup and the way they drive plays a massive role. So in Suzuka for Charles to pull that off he essentially had to make zero mistakes when it came to slippage on the corners (and he was almost perfect minus that one slip we all saw onto the curb) If he'd made any consistent mistakes that would have added to the wear on the tyres and he wouldn't have been able to last anywhere near as long.

I will say that because a driver doesn't do this it doesn't mean they are doing something wrong. Most drivers operate under the expectation that the tyres will degrade at a predictable rate.

This is a phenomenon that also would not be possible every race, or at every track etc. Conditions do also have to be right. This will probably be impossible in say Qatar, the heat will just be too great for this to come up there.

It's very situation and skill dependent. Both things must align to achieve it. Also obviously you have to have a car that is gentle on the tyres, without that kind of base it doesn't matter how good you are the tyres will still degrade. There is a reason we've only seen this in the top 2 - 4 drivers on the grid at any given time, and that is because the skill to pull it off with so few mistakes is not to be under-stated.

Tyre data would be able to help us understand this better but detailed tyre telemetry is unfortunately not made available by teams. This telemetry records the rate of wear lap to lap, tyre temperature etc. So teams get to use this data to further understand these things in their car and their driver.

I hope this helps at least a little. This is really asking about one of the cutting edge physics topics in F1 that not even some teams fully understand. And since we don't get the detailed data it's really hard to look at what the actual relationships at play are.

What we can do is look at the results we get, the lap times a car and driver generate and we can understand the car behavior that way.

[skylarsblue]

Hello! I'm not sure if you're requests are open or not, so I'm sorry if they aren't.

Could you write something for Brahms where Malcom (I think that's his name) is sick and he can't make the grocery deliverys, so Brahms nanny (the reader) has to go grocery shopping. Would Brahms go with them? Or would he stay home and worry? Thanks sm, I hope you have a great day/night ❤️

TW; Separation anxiety, panic attacks, some unhealthy possessiveness, slight angst to fluff, comfort fluff

✦Note; Gender Neutral Reader(no pronouns or physical attributes mentioned)

"Brahms, hun, can I ask a big favor of you?"

It had been nearly a year since you took the job of nannying a doll, and it was approaching the four-month mark on knowing that the real Brahms Heelshire had been forced to live in the walls of his home. It was certainly a frightening revelation, seeing a six-foot-something man crawling out from behind a painting, dressed in dusty clothes that were a bit too small and a weather porcelain mask. At the time? It felt like a ghost would've been far less concerning. But, for some reason, after running around the mansion and eventually hiding from the disgraced son of the rich family, you'd found yourself considering everything you knew. The information was that Brahms had been terribly burned in a fire on his birthday, possibly framed for the murder of a little girl that also could've easily been an accident. Shoved into the walls by his clearly unaffectionate parents, made to be a monster by them, to the point they'd rope a stranger into caring for him since they clearly didn't teach him to do it himself. And now he was screaming for you not to leave. Of course, there were also threats thrown in, but they honestly sounded more panicked than vengeful.

A potentially stupid decision, but you decided to stay, compassion winning over...survival instinct apparently.

Brahms was consistently intent on ensuring you didn't leave the house. He got rather scary sometimes because of it, but to you, it was just the signs of abandonment issues. So, even when he was being particularly difficult, you toughed it out. Finding the best balance of being strict and being gentle. He could be very sweet when he wanted to be, and you'd managed to keep him that way for a month straight. However, life doesn't like to be easy, and you were now met with an issue on this Wednesday afternoon. Brahms was sitting with a watercolour set at the kitchen table, cardigan sleeves rolled up to keep them clean. He stopped cleaning his brush and glanced up at you, pupils expanding over hazel-green, which happened every time he looked at you. Admittedly, it didn't help the occurring guilt already forming in your stomach. "Well, uh, you know how we basically have no food right now? And Malcom is supposed to bring up the groceries?" You said, voice soft & hesitant. You really were worried about upsetting him. Brahms nodded slowly. He never liked Malcom, found him quite annoying, especially now that Malcom had to interact with you. The man's flirty & playful demeanor never failed to rub him the wrong way. "Well, he's sick-" Brahms perked up. You snorted. "Not terminally, don't get excited, that's mean." You scolded softly, smiling a little. The uneasiness settled over you again. "Well, someone needs to get groceries, and it's not like I can just make them appear out of thin air. So...Would you be okay with me going on a short trip to the store?" You frowned as Brahms immediately locked up. Tense and defensive. "Hang on hang on, it won't be for long, I promise. I know you don't like me leaving but I can't feed you air. Please, Brahms. You trust me to come back, don't you? Surely I've proven that to you at this point."

Brahms crossed his arms and sank in his seat, picking at a loose thread on his cardigan. His nerves were already frying at the idea of you leaving the house. Mind insisting you'd never come back, bolt out the door and leave him for dead, never allowing him to see you again. He took a deep breath as you rested a hand on his knee. Gently rubbing it with your thumb. His shoulders loosened up slightly as he made eye contact again. "I promise I won't be long. I'll just grab enough to tide us over until Malcom isn't sick anymore. Then it's his job and I won't have to leave again. I'll even get you something sweet. How does a homemade cake sound, huh?" Bargaining usually worked. Brahms chewed on his inner cheek under his mask, looking at the floor. He rocked back and forth uncomfortably. After two minutes of silence, finally, he let out a shaky sigh and clenched his hands together. "It has to be quick." He whispered, voice mimicking a small child. Honestly, it was impressive how well he did that. It'd be very useful in a voice acting job, which you once told him he'd be good at.

You covered his mask in reassuring kisses. He followed you around as you got ready, putting on better shoes. It'd been raining recently and you weren't about to get mud all over your lounge shoes. He anxiously messed with his hands as you grabbed your keys, standing in front of the open door. He obediently leaned down so you could kiss his fluffy jaw. "I promise you, I won't be long. I swear." Your words didn't do much to comfort him but he nodded anyway. Watching your car pull away felt like a death sentence.

You had left for only five minutes and Brahms already felt sick. The house was completely silent again, aside from the occasional creak caused by the wind. He'd tried to go back to his watercolour picture, but he sat there and simply stared at it. At the ten-minute mark, he was curled up around a pillow in his lap. You always insisted he change his clothes before getting into your bed, lest he gets dust and dirt from inside the walls on the bedding, but he didn't really think about that when he curled up. Shifting the fabric of your pillowcase between his fingers. He muttered a repetitive phrase under his breath, trying to ground himself like you had taught him to do after a nightmare. It wasn't really working.

Twenty minutes felt like an eternity, and now he felt nauseous, restless, and it felt difficult to breathe. He rocked back and forth in a poor attempt to console himself. It was hard to think rationally, or rather, it was hard to think at all. His brain seemed to go fuzzy. Manually trying to breathe and keep himself from drifting off into a terrible train of thought. If you were coming back, if you'd be safe outside of the walls of his house. What if someone mugged you? Or kidnapped you? Kept you trapped in their basement and turned your skin into a jacket? Brahms was not having a good time, not at all.

And at thirty minutes he'd started crying, though he didn't sob loudly. Just hiccuped and struggled again to breathe clearly, the mask wasn't helping, but he refused to remove it. That would've made it worse, he was sure. His hands were shaky and they had begun slowly locking up into a weird, cramped position. His lips and extremities felt tingly, pins and needles metaphorically jabbing into his skin as if the panic wasn't punishment enough.

You came home thirty-nine minutes after you left approximately. As you promised, it was nothing more than some essentials and the ingredients for a cake. The majority of the time was eaten up by a long queue at the checkout and abysmal traffic. It hadn't occurred to you just how badly Brahams anxiety about you leaving had transferred to you. The entire time you wandered around the store there was an invisible timer in the back of your brain, alarm ringing to tell you he was waiting for you, probably afraid. You shut the door and jogged into the main area, looking around. "Brahms!" You called, hands cupped around your mouth to ensure he heard you, even if he was in the walls.

Your call was answered by a rather harsh thump above your head, located in your room. Honestly, part of you hoped he was just snooping around up there. It would've meant he was occupying himself instead of just freaking out. So, without caring about the mess, you shoved off your coat and dropped your keys where you stood and sped up the stairs, ushering to your room. "Brahms?! Hun, can you answer me please?!" You shouted as you approached the door. It was cracked open so you pushed it wider. A heart-shattering sight greeted you. Brahms had tried to get up upon hearing your voice but his body didn't cooperate, the lack of proper airflow made his legs essentially useless, so he just cried on the floor by the bed.

"Oh, baby..." Your voice was gentle and full of concern as you jogged over to him, crouching down. "Can I touch you, hun?" He nodded with a pathetic hiccup. Instantly, he felt you bring him in by the shoulders to lean against you. "Shh, it's okay, try and take a deep breath." You instructed patiently, taking one of his hands, gently massaging it out of the locked position it was in.

You rocked with him whilst giving gentle words of encouragement and comfort, holding his hand and using the other to pet his hair. It took about five minutes to bring him down. He was still crying and sniffling, but his breathing wasn't hindered, that was the important part. Brahms whimpered and fell against you more when you pecked his temple. "Shhh, it's alright, you're okay. I'm right here. I told you I'd come back, yeah?" He nodded. "And I did, didn't I? You don't have to worry anymore." The man forced another huff of air into his lungs and coughed a little. His throat hurt from hyperventilating and crying. So when he muttered your name, it was raspy and barely audible. "Oh, honey...poor thing. Do you think you can stand? We can go downstairs and I'll make you some tea, yeah? Maybe a snack?"

Brahms exhaled slowly before he nodded a bit. He felt heavy and tired now, but he wasn't about to be left alone. Though he was a bit wobbly, he stood with you, allowing you to support some of his weight. You were extra careful with him going down the stairs. The concern made him feel better, that fuzzy warmth, far more enjoyable than the gripping panic he was just in. You fluttered around him and did your best to reassure him anytime you had to step away, even if he could see you the entire time. He sat with his knees to his chest at the kitchen table, heavy blanket around his shoulders. He rasped out a 'thank you' once you placed some mini peanut butter & jelly sandwiches in front of him, as well as a steaming cup of tea. You partially sat on the armrest of the kitchen chair and lightly stroked his hair. "Hun, can I take off your mask? You need to eat and it's gotta feel real gross under there."

Brahms swallowed before he sighed, keeping his eyes on the floor as you slid the mask up. This wasn't the first time, in fact, it was the third time you had seen his face bare. It never seemed to get easier for him. There was a gentle clink when you set it down on the table. Brahms grabbed one of the sandwiches and nibbled on a corner, vaguely listening to you wet a paper towel in order to clean the inside of his mask. Opting for a softer cloth in order to wipe his face.

"You were very brave today, Brahms." Brahms glanced up tiredly at your praise, flinching slightly when you delicately went over the burn scars on his face. "I know it doesn't feel like it, but you were. And I'm really proud of you." You smiled. Brahms blinked before he sighed, letting his eyes close when you nudged him to lean against you. His headache was lessening as you scratched his scalp lovingly whilst he slowly munched on the snacks in front of him. He didn't finish them all, but that didn't really matter to you, just that he ate something. "You know what I think sounds great?" You asked as he stood, waiting for your input, tiredly rubbing his eye, mask in his other hand. "Hm? Is it a nap?" He questioned. You chuckled and nodded.

"You know piano well enough by now, I think we can miss one lesson for a nap." Brahms didn't argue as you took his hand and led him upstairs. Usually, he threw a fit if anyone broke the schedule besides himself. But, he was exhausted, and his limbs felt like lead. So your tender coaxing to get him to lay down, allowing him to use you as a pillow, went over rather well. He exhaled against your shoulder and leaned into the petting you gave.

"Go ahead and rest, sweetheart. I promise you I'll be right here the whole time." You insisted, feeling his arms tighten around you. Brahms reluctantly let his eyes shut. "There ya go, hun. Don't you worry, I'll be here when you get up." "I'm not going anywhere."

[decimal86]

Ranking The Incident's members from "normal-ish straightman" to "interesting weirdo (affectionate)" based on their personalities. I am sorry if you disagree, but I respect your opinions on this matter.

1. Shrimp. Despite her admittedly off-putting smile, she's also just a very kindhearted young girl with a love for music. Consistently seems to fill the role as a younger sibling for other members to defend. Shrimp just wants to make others happy and seems like a relatively normal shark girl idol.

2. Big Bill. Surprisingly, for a buff, humanoid duck, he actually seems pretty chill. Don't have much to say about him, so he gets this by default.

3. Orion. Probably the closest to the "traditional" heroic archetype, being a strong and devoted family man with plenty of skill as a swordsman. He loves his daughter, plays both classes to the best of his ability, and is probably the voice of reason a lot of the time. The only thing keeping him down a bit is his odd attempts at giving presents and seeing an immortal chef with a thousand-yard stare and massive eyebrows as the best pick for a partner.

4. Erica. In a way, I see her and Orion as two sides of the same coin, being dedicated warriors who changed classes with a strong urge to keep their team safe. However, her Season 2 development led to her throwing much of her caution to the wind, so her temper and violent streak knock her placement down a bit. Still, I definitely could see her being the type to call others on their crap and forcing herself back into the straightwoman role if really needed. Very much a case of "only functional by comparison."

5. Failboat. The man, the myth, the definitely (maybe) not a furry, he's... gone through a lot since the first season. While it's difficult to say where the creator ends and the character's personality begins, I personally see C!Fail as a pretty nice guy, just world-weary and desperate for a break after his experience of the world. (TBF, makes sense given his relationship with Chat). Also, any man who eats spaghetti with cat paws on cannot be labeled as normal.

6. Bo. Certainly not the most unhinged even after her vampire transformation, but her generally seeming on edge a lot of the time makes me feel she deserves this position. Honestly, I'd just say her position fluctuates as much as Failboat's and Erica's.

7. Friend. While we likely can't truly judge a maybe-divine entity with human norms, I do think them being fairly serene and forgiving, yet also casting Righteous Anger with zero hesitancy and a stone cold smile, can speak for itself.

8. Mar. While his stoicism and apathy towards the zany nature of his party do make him appear normal at first, I'd argue it also makes him nearly as unhinged as the two members below him. Except, instead of being the "blast the door off the hinges" unhinged, he's the "saw it down and let it fall over" kind of unhinged. An odd mix of blank mindedness, Italian plumber cosplay, and top-notch leadership. To quote one of the memes @gnomey22 posted, Mar is "queer as in gay, yes, but also queer as in really very peculiar." He sees recklessness but willingly chooses to just watch it happen.

9. Chi. This, THIS is a character that I feel like could actually break everything in her body, survive and get healed, and immediately repeat whatever it is she just did—either for science, her love of fire, or just because it's fun. Sometimes for her friends, yeah, but mostly one of the above things. She sees everything from gender norms and to the laws of chemistry and just goes, "Hmm... nah, not really up for that," and defies them openly and instantaneously. Honestly, though, I vibe with it. Can definitely see why a lot of people like her!

10. Chat. I mean, what did you expect? They're a loose cannon both literally and figuratively. They spread mayonnaise on Failboat's head when he was ill. Proclaimed their friendship with their team before firing them at the enemy. They're a bundle of untamed voices, like a nest of fire ants who lost a pheromone trail.

...Well, that took longer than I thought. Hope anyone who sees this enjoyed it, though!

[okcomputeroknotok19972017]

lays on my stomach and KICKS MY FEET tell me about ur saw ocs!!!!!

OOOOOOOKAAYYYYY admittedly they are not the most fleshed out but i initially made them for an english assignment in late 2020 when my saw special interest first began and now they're Here. lydia is a self-destructive and generally unpleasant petty thief flunking art school. she's constantly angry, nasty, abrasive, never has anything nice to say, she's pretty much perpetually attempted suicide again sometime within the last two weeks. she's worse than adam, at least he could chill out for a fucking moment. lydia started art school with her parents' help back when she believed her life was worth living, now she keeps her grades and attendance up just barely enough to keep living on campus for the time being while she steals from the register and collects from a card skimmer at her night shift at the convenience store. here's some extremely old art from 2020 lol ...

sebastian meanwhile is a fairly mild mannered young man working at a credit union -- he used to sweep the floors and work the front desk, but now he's a lender. for as anxious and honest as he is, his desire for approval and consistency has led to some bad behavior. he'll mislead customers about the lending process, get them started on different plans than they intended, etc, all for the sake of doing well at his job. it was his idea to be a predatory lender, but the boss doesn't care what he says or does as long as he keeps those numbers up.

lydia and sebastian's first meeting is under less than ideal circumstances. the trap is designed for only one of them to survive -- the details are fuzzy in my mind, but something is closing in, time is running out, some twisted test of their skills as thieves. sebastian ends up leaving the room when the time is up, leaving lydia trapped and screaming. this is really how she's going to die. so many attempts, so much pain and misery she had lived through, but she didn't want it to end like this.

though designed for only one person to survive, sebastian's pleas to the paramedics and police lead to lydia being found some hours later, still alive. they didn't get along very well in the few hours they knew each other, but he couldn't let another person, especially not one so much like himself, die in there.

striking up a friendship in these ... unusual circumstances is awkward but natural. college is giving lydia straight a's for the rest of the semester for what she's been through and sebastian has paid time off as they lay low from the media, quietly spending their time in physical therapy as well as a jigsaw survivor support group together. lydia cannot believe that someone could be so kind to her, could want her to keep living, and sebastian can't believe that she understands him, she is honest and sees through him and talks to Him, not what he presents to the outside world. lydia grows softer in his presence and sebastian grows stronger in hers. kisses ensue.

though they become the centers of each others worlds, recovering from This Mess is far from smooth sailing. codependency underlays their romance, entwines them like half-dead rats in a glue trap. the love is real, but above all else they stick with each other because there is nobody else. physical therapy is difficult. sebastian is blind and deaf in his left eye and ear, and lydia's right leg and pelvis were injured so badly that she's had hip surgery at age 25 and walks with a forearm crutch at all times. the emotional pain is the worst part. nightmares plague them both, paranoia seeps into every crevice of their minds, and as lydia gains a new appreciation for being alive a boiling sense of rage and injustice whirls inside of her.

she's never been very good at coping. sebastian is doing better, but only by an inch -- he relies a lot on lydia to keep him sane, checks in on her constantly and begins to live For her. some kind of fucked in the head househusband who's still the breadwinner as his parents pump cash into his account. the media appearances help, too. anyways, while sebastian dissolves into neuroticism, lydia spirals into deep hatred. she didn't deserve this. none of the other victims deserved this. most of all, her shining star, her perfect boyfriend sebastian didn't deserve it. and that jigsaw killer is still out there, he still hasn't learned his lesson ...

mandy passes her the note at a survivor support group. she starts telling seb that she's going to get another late shift job, she's a night owl after all. in the warehouse covered in grime and blood, all lydia can think about is the smell of metal and the lashing of chains and the sound of her lover screaming. as an art student, lydia is no stranger to building Contraptions. i'm serious my mom went to art school and they were fucking constantly building stuff. ok anyways she's first assigned to the blueprints, she puts together the small things and draws up her own traps, doing her best to design them non-lethally without arousing suspicion. inevitably, people end up dying in her designs. the first few times she is asked to design and then supervise a large trap, she pulls the strings to let the test subjects out as unharmed as possible. the other apprentices have a word with john and she's put back on design duty. she knows suspicion is on her, and she has to act like a good apprentice again to get closer to her goal: killing john kramer.

it's difficult to work out where all of the apprentices fit into this. i don't want amanda in much of it because they would be having evil lesbian sex all the time, but i do like the idea of her as an occasional presence in the background. i think it would serve better if she were out of the picture sometime before john is, but i think it's ok if mark is there. i like the dramatic imagery of him boarding a plane to south america by the very end, the music swells and we see him shift his eyes nervously as he knows he's totally fucked and needs to end this Now, needs to get out and completely start a new life.

the day sebastian finds out is the day lydia finally kills john. she's been increasingly ignoring his texts at "work," been crying a lot more, all the progress made with her nightmares and her rage has totally regressed. he follows her there, his heart pounding. a terrifying crawl through the maze of a warehouse and he sees her ... she's standing over an old, frail man, hands and arms soaked in blood up to the elbows -- god, he didn't know blood could be so dark. she's crying, twisting up her face when she sees him, always grateful for his presence but terrified now of her own violence. "i did it, i saved us, i saved everyone." tears stream down her face. sebastian flinches away, knocks into a hanging chain. he doesn't know who she is. he doesn't know how much planning this has taken, how much death this has taken, what any of this means for him and lydia. all he knows is that she's scared, he's scared, he's scared of her.

i don't know where i want to go after that. horrible awful relationship goals where he cleans her up and flees with her and promises he still loves her? a moment of panic and poor judgement where one or both of them ends up dead? who knwos ......

[zoroara]

OCtober challenge Day 21 - Apparatus

Vittorio had recently made all the uniform changes for his Scrap Vulture Squad. Of course it was a bit unfortunate when he realized his group was only going to be a duo of two people who well... Were specifically labelled as "difficult to manage" a mist flame who didn't listen to most orders despite their rank, and a storm flame that killed anything that made a sound.

Though they'll pretend that the reason they were trusted with these two were for the fact they themselves can corral people very well... and not Xanxus choosing this out of spite for how well their conversation went.

He'd need to meet them later... But right now he needs to look over his engineering plans so he knows what kind of weapons to actually pick up for scrap and parts prioritizing them. However their plans were halted by finding a strange looking apparatus on their desk it certainly wasn't theirs and the only thing they've ever seen like it were those strange boxes the Gesso family had that turned them into beasts.

They ponder this, really the thought was terrifying. Vittorio was admittedly easily send into a panic over any real animal being close no matter the size and they've only gotten used to the animals in the varia rings, and of course Avo their vulture that they made for themself. Even if it was intensely stressful putting their trust into it. But Carnage boxes seemed... too much...

Though they'd gain nothing if they allowed that to stop them. Taking their ring and lighting it with their sunset coloured flame, Vittorio closed his eyes. Only to find on his hand a small Axolotl that shared their sunset coloured flame making up the gills an replaced the fin of the tail.

"Well aren't you a relief... I wonder who my secret admirer must be to gift me such a sweet little thing like you~ hm... Well if I am to use you... I'll call you Alba."

For those that don't know, none of my Varia OCs have future arc memories. Vittorio specifically doesn't have them thanks to being an antagonistic force due to choosing to scrap after the battle of italy which the Varia had taken to be a threat. Vittorio nearly wiped the executives and forced them to turn tail. This is the reason for their kidnapping. Which they never find out about.

Yeah ever think about all box weapons become completely into the rings except for the carnage boxes which become external as an upgrade for some reason? Seeing a box weapon in the present that's actually an animal would be intensely odd so that's always an interesting thing to have to keep in mind for OC making.

Vittorio made his own ring and ring animal(as well as a cambio forma) before this after getting data about the vongola rings. Of course he did this initially in secret as he was still being held against his will and got the data by promising to upgrade the Varia rings. which he did. This one however is a gift from a Varia executive more as a congratulations for getting as far as he did.

I don't know if it is obvious as to who would have done this or not, but it is supposed to be a little shocking. Anyway yes Vittorio's two subordinates are Nascosta and Silenziatore. He's got his work cut out for him. They were actually initially created just for that but then a looooot ended up expanded upon because: oopsie. You know how it is with ocs.

The scrap team members all have uniforms kind of similar in design though the default one is supposed to have sleeves. It's just vittorio has tattoos in the future so he wants to show them off. Plus he, at least to the varia, being a safety nut, made sure to make a separate set of combat gear for him and his two. The only other thing that is consistent in these uniforms though is the deep black colour, the deep red internal, and the size of the fluff being much bigger than regular varia uniform to signify the vulture feathers around the neck.

The rest such as the colour of the metallic triangles and feathers change tint based on flame colour. Vittorio's being orange and blue due to the rain sky mix he is. Every other part of the uniform can be altered added to or whatever the person desires.

[true-blue-sonic]

@espilver-week asks: 💜🤍💜🤍

Since you've written so many fics and would occasionally read other's as well, is there any dynamic you like or wish to see more in Espilver/Silvespio fanfics?

Hello ^-^

Hmm, that's a difficult question... I can't really think of anything from the top of my head, haha. So far, I quite like the dynamics of all the fics I've read! (Which, admittedly, isn't a lot. I'm terrible at reading other people's fics, I must be honest😅) I do think there is many different dynamics that fit the two characters, specifically based on how I imagine Silver's life has been up to the point when he went to the past. In New Beginnings, he's very wary and socially unknowing due to growing up in a ruined future fraught with danger: here Espio fills the role of someone soothing and caring. Whereas in New New Beginnings (title still pending lol), Silver grew up in an utopian world wherein nobody believed him when he indicated Eggman Nega would spell out trouble: he's got an entirely different history and thus he acts differently as well, though I am trying to keep his base personality traits consistent. In that fic, Espio isn't so much someone who's trying to introduce Silver to a happy new world, as someone who is trying to help Silver heal from his workaholic attitude and painful past experiences with other, overly-idealistic people. It does make me wonder how Espio's behaviours and actions can be changed based on his own past experiences, as I theorise less about that in my own fics. But I think it would be nice to have Silver be the person who's being a main help to Espio, instead of the other way around.

[teaspoonofdragons]

A Claire's and a Hot Topic Walk Into a Bar (They Leave Immediately Because They're Both Underage)

Summary: The new kid's all sorts of confusing, to Amitie. They're perfectly capable of a normal conversation, hell, he's even usually rather nice, if a little prone to spacing out and, incidentally, ignoring people. But he's also got a tendency to start fights, and he's always trying to goad Amitie into one. She can't understand why he's sending her all these mixed signals-

-And he just can't understand why she won't play with him.

(made for the au in this post)

Characters: Red!Sig, Amitie, Raffina, Klug, Arle Nadja(mentioned)

Warnings: Swearing, implied past bullying and manipulation, miscommunication

Word count: 3321

Amitie's not completely sure she believes Raffina when she claims that Sig's not really all that mean. She trusts her friend's judgement, of course! It's just, well, personal experience claims otherwise.

By no means does she hate him! Amitie finds it... Difficult, to really find enough anger towards any one person to hate anyone. But he sends her an awful lot of mixed messages and she feels like he's toying with her at this point.

He's plenty nice- when he feels like it. It's not like Raffina where all her insults are made either in jest or because she's trying to get her to do... whatever rivals are supposed to do. He'll be nice, and then he'll get mean, and then he'll ask her if she "wants to take this outside," and Amitie's dumb but she's not stupid. She knows he's looking for a fight.

And she'll tell him no, thanks, they can Puyo battle inside just fine, and he'll grumble because that's not the kind of fight he wanted, but he'll do it anyways. If nothing else, he calms down a little afterward whether he wins or loses, but he still seems irritated over something regardless.

Well, admittedly, she's pretty sure that's just his face. Even when he's doing something he actively enjoys he manages to look a little annoyed. So, she can't actually be too sure on that front.

Either way! Would it kill the guy to be a little consistent?

Raffina doesn't seem to see the issue. Amitie's seen them trading blows- physically, not with words or Puyo- but they seem to be on friendly terms. More than that, really. If Raffina doesn't sit with Amitie over lunch she's sitting with Sig, and if Amitie ever wants to know something about him but doesn't want to go through the hassle of asking him to face, well, Raffina will probably do just as well.

She has learned through this method many things. Primarily that despite his very... Red appearance, he's actually rather fond of the color blue. Who'd have thought?

Arle doesn't really see the problem either. Says he's just got an "interesting" way of making friends.

Yeah, interesting is certainly a word choice alright. Amitie can't see what either of them see in him.

"What's the deal with you two anyways," Raffina asks.

"He's mean! I swear, he has it out for me!"

"He's no worse than Klug."

"Yeah, but Klug's not good at it," Amitie counters. "He usually just comes off as silly."

"And Sig is?"

When they'd first met, and Amitie had come with her boundless excitement to say hi to the new kid and introduce herself to him, he'd given her a quick once-over and asked, after she'd finished talking, if she was the reincarnation of a Claire's.

As in the store, Claire's.

And wow, that should not have hurt as much as it did, but Amitie had never felt more shot down before in her life. She tells Raffina this much, and to her dismay Raffina laughs.

"I'm so sorry," she squeaks between laughter, "you're right, that's so cruel. I'm going to have to give him a stern talking to, next we meet."

Amitie groans, looking up at the sky. After a moment Raffina manages to add, "You two could be an item. Claire's and Hot Topic."

The look of complete and utter dismay Amitie shoots her sends Raffina into another giggling fit, and Amitie is so upset by her statement that she demands a Puyo battle. Raffina loses because she keeps breaking concentration and laughing again, and Amitie can no longer show her face around her for the rest of the day, she decides.

Sig's back and forth indecision over whether to be nice to Amitie or to attempt demolishing her in a fight comes to a head on a really, really bad day for Amitie. It's not uncommon for her to wake up late, but she also forgot her homework, and her lunch, and worst of all they were practicing aiming their magic. Most of the time this was generally all good fun, a break from the monotony of normal, boring schoolwork, but not today.

Not for Amitie, who was already in a pretty piss-poor mood, who can't aim for shit, and who has a gnat in her ear goading her for every shot she manages to fire 2 feet away from the intended target.

"I'm sure Glasses would let you borrow his spectacles if you asked," Sig passively throws at her before muttering "cardinal," at his own target.

Amitie huffs and doesn't answer him. She fires off another shot- how the hell did she get it to land there?

"Careful," Sig drones, "you might hit The Tower."

Amitie has to think about that one for a second, but she does come to the correct conclusion that the joke is that The Tower is quite literally opposite of where they're currently aiming. She growls under her breath this time, and tries again. She actually gets a bullseye, and she points at Sig with a "ha!"

He lets out a low whistle. "Wow," he drawls.

Amitie can't tell if it's sarcastic. Everything sounds sarcastic coming from him.

Nothing else is said between the two of them for a few more spells, but then just as Amitie casts one-

"Miss."

And miss she does. She cringes as she watches her flare only barely singe the edge of the target. She buries her face in her hands for a second, then turns to face Sig.

"What is your problem!"

"I've got a few. Like, my arm's always too warm and it's really annoying."

"That's not what I'm talking about, and you know it!"

He tilts his head at her like he doesn't know, actually.

"Quit insulting me!" She demands. "You're not helping!"

"'M not supposed to be."

"Well you could at least not make it worse!"

"What're you gonna do?" He bares teeth and raises his right arm, flexing his clawed fingers at her. "You gonna cry about it?"

"I might!!"

"Oh."

He lowers his hand with a frown. "Well, maybe, you'd feel better about it. If we fought."

Amitie groans. "I'm not going to fight you! I'm not going to get detention because you're being incomprehensible!"

He stares at her.

"Incorporeal!"

She is met with further silence. She sighs, turns around, and calmly asks the classmate on the other side of her, "Klug, what's the word for when someone's being stubborn, and it starts with 'in,' and has a c and an r in it, I think?"

Klug blinks at her and thinks for a moment. "Incorrigible?"

Amitie turns back to Sig and gestures to Klug. "That!"

Sig opens his mouth.

"Shut up!" Amitie interrupts. "No! No, I'm not gonna let you walk all over me anymore! Stop talking and leave me alone!"

He lets it click shut again. They stare at each other for a tense few seconds.

And then he leaves.

Just up and walks off the school grounds entirely. Of course, Klug being Klug, he shouts after Sig, and when the other doesn't turn around he tells Ms. Accord he's gone off to who knows where. She says she'll take care of it, and Amitie doesn't see him for the rest of the day.

Or the next.

He does come the day after that, and he very resolutely does not talk to her. Refuses to look in her direction, even. Amitie doesn't say anything to him either, except for some reason his silence is giving her anxiety. Maybe he's just trying to give her space after her outburst.

A lot of it.

Multiple days' worth.

Okay. Okay now she's definitely more than a little bit anxious.

She knows, realistically, she should be overjoyed! He's finally leaving her alone! But those few times that she manages to catch his eye he's quick to look away and he always looks...

Sad. Dejected? She's not sure. It's hard to read his expression on a good day, let alone when he's clearly having a bad one. Or, many. But he sure doesn't look like his normal, slightly-annoyed-by-everything self.

She's watching him eat from the far side of the school grounds, which is probably really weird and she'd be super embarrassed if he caught her, but she can't help it.

"You'd think you're worried about him or something," Raffina points out, checking out her nails in faux-disinterest.

"Is he okay?" Amitie blurts out.

Raffina snorts, lowering her hand and bringing her gaze to Amitie's. "No."

Amitie watches him flump forward onto the dirt. Now the only thing she can really see of him is a mass of varying shades of red and two little horns poking out from it. She frowns.

"I mean- I know I was a little harsh," Amitie mumbles sheepishly, and Raffina looks at her like harsh isn't the word she'd use but she remains quiet, "but it wasn't that bad, right?"

Raffina sighs, turning her eyes toward the sky. "Normally, I'd say it couldn't even be considered bad in the first place. But for him, it was bad enough."

"You'd think someone as nonchalant as he is wouldn't be bothered by it..." Amitie grumbles.

"Yes, well, from you, it meant something."

"Why?"

Raffina blinks and goes quiet. "I think... Perhaps that's something you should ask him yourself."

Amitie looks a little horrified at the idea but she knows if Raffina won't tell her the first time she's not going to spill at all, unless maybe she bribes her. She swallows, and resolutely stands up. Right. Okay. She's going to figure this out one way, or another. And by that, she means only one way, actually.

Sig has found that fighting someone is one of the best ways to get to know them.

That's what the kids at his old school would tell him, anyways, and they were right. After his right arm and eye had turned red and he'd started inexplicably growing horns under his mess of hair, he'd gotten a lot more friends.

A lot more bruises, too. A broken nose, once.

They were a little on the aggressive side, sure, but he'd found that at some point he'd started matching them in temperament. He's not sure when that happened.

He's not sure why his parents decided to move him to a different school, either. He'd spent so long without any friends and of course, it's only when people actually start playing with him that his parents decide to move. Go figure, huh.

But he's got new friends here, at Primp. Not as many, and they act a little differently, but they're friends regardless.

Raffina was very, very easy to make friends with. He knows a lot about her. She's confident, practiced, she knows what she's doing- it's not the kind of practice where she learned everything on the fly and has been working on it since, like Sig, it's the kind that's purposeful.

She's also hotheaded, though, and prone to making more mistakes if she thinks she's losing. This carries through most of the things she does, her competitiveness a constant in her personality.

Arle's another one he made pretty quick friends with. She's a little on the looser side, more in it for the fun than the glory. But sometimes, when she's cornered, she's like a wild animal. Unpredictable. Violent. She's been in tight spots before, and it's clear how she got out of them.

(She apologized for the burn on his arm, and he waved her off and said if it was anything like the others it'd go away within the day. She didn't ask what that meant.)

He tried to be friends with Klug. He seems fun. Unfortunately, while Sig had managed to convince him to take an argument to the back of the school, when he lifted his fist to throw the first punch Klug flinched and screamed and curled up on the ground.

It wasn't even his right hand. He was using his normal human one to test the waters. Unfortunately, it seems these particular waters have the depth of a puddle. Shame.

Amitie, though. He can't understand Amitie. He's not very good at reading people as it is, but she's sending him so many mixed signals and he can't seem to interpret them correctly. She follows through with the lead up just fine, huffing and puffing the whole way through, but then he tries to actually play with her and she always refuses, and she's absolutely unbending in this decision. She'll Puyo battle with him, but it's not quite the same.

He guesses he's learned some things about her that way. She's smarter than she acts, and than other people tend to make her out to be. She's just smart in a very particular area. But she's prone to picking at her own mistakes. She notices one, and the entire thing breaks down.

And, yeah, that's pretty significant. But he bets he'd learn more if she really fought him. She was the first person to really approach him, to say hi rather than lean over to her friends and ask "what's wrong with his arm?" Of course he'd want to get to know her.

"You could always just tell her you want to be friends," Raffina'd suggested to him. "That might be, I don't know, easier?"

And yeah, he could. But that's not being close. That's just saying "let's be friends." That's not genuine- there's something different, something vulnerable about biting without bark. Bits and pieces of the other person bleed through. He wonders what Raffina and Arle see, when they play with him.

The way they play feels different from the way his friends at his old school do. They're not gentler on him, necessarily, but it hurts way less. He wants to know if Amitie is the same.

But he could never tell if she felt that way too.

Guess he has his answer now.

He's laying in the grass and watching ants crawl towards the food he'd lain down for them. He couldn't stomach it. Why waste it when he could feed a colony for days.

He hears someone approach, but he doesn't bother looking up. They stop not even a full foot behind him, and seem to shift a little awkwardly.

"... Sig?"

He looks up to glare at Amitie (he doesn't even mean to glare, that's just how he looks), but it doesn't last long. He decides craning his neck over his shoulder like that is too much work, so he lets it drop back onto the grass and tracks an ant grabbing a crumb of his lain down food.

"Sig," she tries again, slowly sitting down next to him. He huffs, flipping over on his side to face her all the way. Despite this, he still doesn't really look at her. She fidgets, trying to figure out what to say, and then settles for, "Are you... Okay...?"

He looks up at her with a look she can't really decipher, and this time she's the one directing her gaze away. "Um. Yeah. I guess that's kind of a dumb question," she laughs nervously. She looks down at him again. "But, um, could I ask what it is? That's bothering you, I mean."

He lets the question permeate a little and then responds, "Why would you tell me to leave you alone if you were just gonna come over n' talk to me yourself."

"So it is that," Amitie mumbles. Sig brings his focus to the grass. Wow. It sure is green, down here.

"Why would that bother you, though?" She asks, and when he stays silent she continues, "I mean, you're all! Bitey, and snappy and bored by everything all the time, and I know I should probably be glad you're not talking to me anymore," she watches his expression change again, and this time she can take a guess at what it is.

Hurt. She cringes at the thought.

She takes a breath and keeps going. "But now you're being all weird about it so what-" she furrows her brows, watching him curl his fingers into a fist and pull out a few blades of grass. "What changed?"

"Nothing," he responds, honestly. "Nothing changed. You just..." His eyes unfocus and his tone goes distant, "You just never want to play with me."

Wah-huh?

"I never what?"

"You never play with me," he repeats. "You act like you might, maybe, but whenever I ask you to you always say no."

"Wait wait wait, back up. Fighting... Is playing to you?"

His attention snaps back to her. "Is it not for you?"

"No! No," Amitie denies, "I mean, Puyo battles are totally normal, but fighting? Why would you want to do that?"

He rolls onto his back, staring up at the sky. "Wanna be close to you."

WAH-HUH x2?

"I want to get to know you," he admits, closing his eyes, "I've never been good at talking. It's easier to understand a fight."

Amitie's not completely sure she really gets that feeling. She doesn't really know how fighting someone would help you understand them better.

"But, I mean, I get it," Sig murmers, keeping his eyes shut. "I get it if you don't wanna be friends with me. Freak, n' all."

"NononoNONONO!" Amitie exclaims, quieting down when Sig looks up at her with a squint. "That's not it. It's not- I don't- I thought you hated me!"

He scowls at her, which very much contradicts his next statement of, "I don't hate you."

She chooses to believe his words, instead of his face. "So, then, you- you were just-!"

She buries her face into her hands and screams. "Ohhhhhh my god. Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"

Sig sits up in a lackadaisical manner, but he keeps his attention on her.

"This entire time I thought you were just being a, a uh," she snaps her fingers a few times. "What's a word Arle would use?"

"Asshole."

"An asshole!" She nods. "But that's just how you play? You were trying to play with me? Because you wanted to be friends?!"

He blinks at her. "Yeah," he responds. He sounds irritated, but Amitie chooses to ignore it.

"Ohhhhhh nooooo," she whines, and now she's the one laying on her back. "I'm sorry! Oh my god, and I hurt you! You just wanted to be friends, and I hurt you!"

"'S fine," he mutters, "You didn't know. Sorry for... Not communicating. Or whatever."

Amitie grumbles about how that's probably not a healthy way to form relationships and they should discuss this later. She sits up and gives him an awkward smile. "Can we start over? Please?"

Sig tilts his head at her. "Uh. Sure?"

Her smile brightens and she excitedly throws her hand out. "Hiya! My name's Amitie I heard we were getting a new kid are you the new kid? You look like the new kid I've never seen you before you look super cool is your hair dyed or is it just like that sorry I'm talking so much I should let you go huh so what's your name?"

Wow. Did she seriously memorize that entire run-off? He looks her up and down, then smirks. "Are you the reincarnation of a Claire's?"

She punches his shoulder with a disbelieving laugh and an indignant "Sig!" then responds, "No, but I get my earrings from there!"

Further off, Raffina watches the two laugh with a feeling of relief. Finally, that's one headache removed.

Unfortunately for her she pretty soon realizes that this would merely cause a different headache to later form. But it's better than Amitie complaining about Sig's hot and cold demeanor, and Sig moping about how Amitie, who definitely wants to be friends with him, doesn't want to be friends with him. Honestly, as long as they're not going back to that? Raffina thinks she can deal with this particular headache.

[lady-phasma]

Actually I feel a bit sorry for Matt after his interview for HOTD. He tries so hard to add depth to the character and keep Daemon truer to the source. That's what R. Condall lacks: consistency and loyalty to the core of the canon. DW exists for almost 60 years, all details can change, fans can hate rewrites and new settings/history but the Doctor stays the Doctor. The showrunners can change the letter but keep the spirit of the show.

I love these asks! Thank you anon! I can't believe people actually want to know what I think! It's bananas.

Firstly, which interview specifically? Since I don't know which one I'm just going to answer in blanket terms.

Secondly, you are so kind and compassionate. I think Matt does more than tries, I think he succeeds. As of August 2022, Matt has not read Fire and Blood. (Interview here.) I can hear the collective gasp from fans across the world! (I don't have that many followers. LoL) Here's what he said:

[...] he also hasn't read Fire & Blood, the book the series is adapting. "Not in its entirety," the actor replied when asked if he'd read the source material. "It's a big fucking book."

So I guess there may be a need for my post about why actors' input isn't considered relevant or reliable in some critical film theory, huh? I've started it but now I'll have to finish it.

I'm not going to defend or criticize Condall in this answer. Matt is admittedly a fan of Game of Thrones (the tv series, you can find that with a google search) but that doesn't necessarily inform him of canon as anon mentioned above. I think, much like auteur film theory giving too much credit to the director, fans give too much credit to most actors. This is the actors' job, and most seem to love it, but it is work. Put yourself in their shoes for just a moment: you audition, you land the role, the read-throughs start, and the next 6-10 months are a blur of memorizing lines and costume fittings, distant set locations, and then non-stop press junkets and premieres. At what point in that is it reasonable for fans to expect the actor to know canon. So I'm going to extend your compassion, anon, and apply it to the entire cast as well.

The show runners... that's a different story. It is their job to know canon. But, and this is important, it is also their job to choose to ignore it or not. That is a very difficult job when you have such a monumental fan base as ASOIAF or DW.

I don't know if anon is a long time Whovian or new to the series but perhaps they will remember the absolute hate Steven Moffatt received when he began writing for DW. People were livid with the way he changed canon. I love his writing for Sherlock as well but I really enjoyed when he completely destroyed DW Weeping Angels canon and some people are still mad about this. Until Moffatt the Angels never moved when the camera was on them (as if the viewer were watching them/camera lens as eye) but he removed that aspect of canon and showed them move on screen (only slightly but people got angry because DW). I think it was a brilliant move to distance the audience but that's all I'll say about it here. I use this example to point out that "ignoring canon" is a phrase that is used a lot in fandoms... and is based on an unreasonable standard when one thinks that we give so much time to these fandoms and these creators have lives as well. There are choices that are made along the way in any series that will not sit well with fans. It's a risk they have to take.

Humans have short memories. We forget that "the doctor stays the doctor" is a feeling that comes back only after a few episodes into a new regeneration. When the announcement is made that our Doctor is leaving, when the new casting is announced, when the regeneration episode is aired, when the grieving is at its hardest, the Doctor will never be the same, it just won't be the Doctor. And then, before we know it, the Doctor is the Doctor again.

As for Condall.... maybe I really do need to write an essay on contextual formalism and why what creators say is ultimately not as important as the final art object. People might not like that statement but it's one of many art/film theories so if you think that the creator/artist has the final word on the art object take an art history class or a film studies class and you'll learn how rarely most of them achieve what they intended, for good or bad.

[pontevoix]

SEND ME A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU: holiday edition  tsukishima + yamaguchi  @pridewon

who wears the ugly holiday sweaters

see, the thing is that yamaguchi wears ugly holiday sweaters without realizing that they’re ugly. it’s not an every day thing, & he’s not the worst dresser in the world —- he usually dresses fine, to be honest. but sometimes yamaguchi chooses comfort, & he’s confident in his choice & then

he meets tsukishima for lunch, & tsukishima for the life of him cannot figure out where the hell the sweater came from. he’s certainly not seen it before, & he doesn’t remember anyone going clothes shopping recently. it’s a mystery ! but on those days when yamaguchi chooses confident comfort, tsukishima really starts wondering if yamaguchi might be colorblind.

he starts wondering, & then yamaguchi dresses fine the next day so . . . maybe it was a fever dream.

it wasn’t. yamaguchi always swears that he’s had the sweaters for long time, that he’s worn them before. it’s a mystery!

admittedly, one of yamaguchi’s next door neighbors has been swearing she’s going to move. she’s been saying this for three years & consequently has been passing off some of her ex-husband’s old sweaters to yamaguchi pretty consistently. yamaguchi doesn’t say no to free clothes if they’re warm so . . .

hm.

who picks out the holiday movies and who makes the hot cocoa

by holiday movies, they somehow end up watching really bizarre horror films that have a seasonal premise. idk if you’ve seen trailers for r-hated horror films about santa clause or whatever? they’re watching those things. that or extraterrestrials try to wipe out humanity on a holiday. they sometimes watch it in english or in a language without subtitles & try to understand the premise of what’s happening without understanding what’s going on in the movie.

even outside of holiday season, tsukishima likes watching movies/television that way sometimes because it does… help him learn the languages he’s working on, but he usually keeps subtitles on when he’s feeling educational.

that being said, yamaguchi usually picks the movie & makes the hot cocoa because tsukishima does not want to stand up from his position on the couch. this is the price he pays. tsukishima surrenders his right to choosing the movie &

yamaguchi has an astounding ability to find really awful movies. amazing!!

who starts the snowball fight

neither. yamaguchi & tsukishima get caught up in the middle of someone else’s snowball fight. because yamaguchi is gremlin, he’ll use it as an excuse to commit snow ball fight & next thing you know ? tsukishima’s rib is damp with cold, & he finds this extremely unfair because he gets cold easily & yamaguchi does . . . not. comparatively, at least. tsukishima’s retaliation usually comes in the form of a huff. sooner or later, he’ll whip off his gloves when they’re close to going inside —- just long enough that his fingers can turn to ice & then he’ll press his ice fingers against the back of yamaguchi’s neck.

tsukishima is not a fan of snowball fights. yamaguchi knows this & is not apologetic.

disappointingly, yamaguchi doesn’t jolt at the touch of cold fingers as much as tsukishima would imagine. he just sorta… snickers. you know. like someone who is making tsukishima’s life much more difficult.

who drags the other under the mistletoe

yamaguchi knows that tsukishima doesn’t have the patience for mistletoe or anything like that. at the same time, yamaguchi sorta . . . rotates between liking the idea of trope-romance & then realizing he doesn’t really care about it. but either way, mistletoe doesn’t really matter unless it’s for flustering tsukishima.

they really only see at bars or a house-party or something. & yamaguchi somehow has ?? a sixth-sense?? for seeing things like that? tsukishima really is fine going his whole life without realizing that there is mistletoe remotely in his presence. somehow, yamaguchi gradually (over the course of fifteen minutes) manages to navigate himself & tsukishima beneath the mistletoe. he literally just does this so he can elbow tsukishima to alert him to their location & snicker as the tips of tsukishima’s ears turn red because

this is the third time that this has happened.

don’t kiss under the mistletoe. it’s just an easy way for yamaguchi to tease tsukishima, but they aren’t really a pda duo.

who decorates the house they don’t so much have holiday decorations out & about as they have winter things set up (as mentioned in another post — the kettle, the space heater, a heating blanket, warmer socks). they have one decoration though, as i’ll detail below. however, yamaguchi struggles periodically with odds & ends purchases. he isn’t materialistic & doesn’t have too much clutter except for . . . the holidays, which seem to make him a little anxious about what acknowledgement he’s supposed to give to whom. because of this, seasonal purchases start littering their apartment. for instance, ingredients for cooking & baking start waiting on the counter. yamaguchi gets tsukishima to start writing letters & postcards early with him. there’s a freaking bag of dog food by the door because yamaguchi agreed to dogsit next week? seasonal cat toys are a plenty, so those start littering the floor. but honestly . . . most of the seasonal purchases are either snacks or scented. they’re running out of handsoap? yamaguchi chose some pine-scented soap. they got candles, babes, & they don’t know why.

they don’t even burn candles that often because they keep forgetting to get matches or a lighter.

tsukishima’s seasonal decorating is cleaning when they start getting frazzled by the holiday season.

who hangs up the ornaments on the tree

no tree, technically. but. they do have an actual tree shaped thing - it was a seasonal impulse buy that yamaguchi had made not with tsukishima, but with akiteru. it’s just a little plastic lamp that looks like a tree, & it’s actually quite cozy & quite ugly. neither yamaguchi or tsukishima can figure why they still have it, but they whip it out annually.

who cooks christmas dinner

benefits of knowing one another since childhood ? it’s much easier to integrate one another into family meals or festivities. when they’re in the sendai area, they are obligated to make the trip down to see their families. & honestly . . . if yamaguchi’s mother isn’t visiting her sister, then they both manage to have dinner with the either’s family. tsukishima’s mother usually just puts her sons in charge of prep work. yamaguchi is not held to this chore, which he is both sheepish about & delighted about.

tsukishima flicks some water at yamaguchi when his mother isn’t looking.

beyond that ( if they’re having a private meal ) ? they’ll cook together, which basically just means that yamaguchi will check that tsukishima’s food is actually…. seasoned passably.

who sings holiday music

yamaguchi is that you ??? singing in the shower ?? when you think that tsukishima is out & about ??? have no fear. when tsukishima can hear you singing your holiday tune in the shower, tsukishima really starts playing the same song on his phone from outside the bathroom so that yamaguchi can hear it & sing with accompaniment.

once again, tsukishima may hum holiday music but it’s usually weird sad indie sounding holiday music.

unless he’s humming beethoven’s 9th, which gets played a lot around town near the new year.

if they have any holiday traditions

somehow yamaguchi has coerced tsukishima to host a holiday dinner when they can ??? don’t ask tsukishima, he doesn’t know how it happened. it’s just a potluck thing that they hold after doing a neighborhood volleyball game, since yamaguchi keeps up with the neighborhood fairly frequently.

their dumb little plastic tree thing is a tradition sdfg & it’s so unnecessary &

they like to do a jigsaw puzzle together around holiday season. it’s something that tsukishima did sometimes with his brother when he was younger & now it’s just . . . making a comeback. they get a little competitive about it somehow, which is bizarre because it’s like… they have any way of measuring who did what.

yamaguchi also hoards pictures a lot more blatantly than tsukishima so he’s always trying to take pictures of tsukishima candid which backfires because then they don’t have any pictures of them. tsukishima counters this by sending a really close zoomed in picture of yamaguchi’s face to a group chat of friends that says:

’ yamaguchi says you’re all uninvited from the holiday dinner. ‘

the zoomed in yamaguchi picture is a new tradition.

finally, they actually sit down & write out what they need to do in the holiday season. it’s the one time they’re organized about things lol

who would start a food fight during baking

yamaguchi can bake. tsukishima cannot ( sort of ). they do not have a food fight while baking is already messy enough — neither of them feels particularly thrilled at the concept of cleaning up more than they have to.

however, they’re dirty little hypocrites.

… which is an exaggeration, but while they don’t have a food fight when yamaguchi is baking . . . yamaguchi does continually throw popcorn or nuts at tsukishima when tsukishima is feeling antagonistic & pretends that he cannot hear yamaguchi’s request that they watch a show yamaguchi has already seen because if they do watch something yamaguchi has already seen?

yamaguchi will spoil it accidentally.

. . . they clean the couch later but they accidentally find almonds in the cushions & yamaguchi shrugs like “it’s ur fault for ignoring me 👀👀”

who would get drunk off of eggnog

points once again to kahlua!tsukishima sdfg. that aside, tsukishima and yamaguchi have different drinking patterns. neither drinks a lot, but yamaguchi’s coworkers egg him on to have a drink with them after work. he’s still settling into his work & deciding how he feels about his job & the workplace environment he’s chosen so . . . he goes. yamaguchi’s not the biggest beer fan; he doesn’t hate it, but when he comes home, he’s a little - “i’ve done my time.” meanwhile, tsukishima doesn’t drink out often. he says that drinking out makes it a little more difficult to regulate what he needs to when he’s in-season. which is true . . . but also he much prefers the idea of having his cozy drink at home when he doesn’t have to anything else except brush his teeth & sit on the couch.

with that being said, yamaguchi doesn’t actually often have eggnog unless they’re at a holiday party. tsukishima does, & he’s having a grand ol’ time.

[sharpyzreviews]

We're All Going to The World's Fair - An Exercise in Isolation in the Digital Age

Are you alone right now? How alone do you feel reading this post? Think about where you are and how isolated you may feel from the people around you. Are you at home? In the office? On a crowded bus or subway? Regardless, you are most likely alone. Most people are alone most of the time. This film is about isolation, the internet, and how far people will go to feel less alone.

While not outstandingly complex, Jane Schoenbrun's debut feature film offers an uncomfortable yet rewarding journey through the mind of Casey, a young teenage girl who joins an online horror role-playing community of people who have taken "The World's Fair Challenge". The role-playing game consists of completing a short ritual and then vlogging the events that follow. After completing the ritual, we see Casey's descent into madness as she documents her "changes". Casey is eventually contacted by a man named JLB, a "world's fair" veteran, who introduces her to the deeper lore behind the game and encourages her to keep making more of her videos.

Casey and JLB's relationship forms the emotional core of the film. Their roleplay is initially reminiscent of the typical "final girl" and "creepy mentor", a familiar trope from any number of horror flicks. At first, their interactions feel tense and uncomfortable. JLB feels almost predatory as he garners more of a liking towards Casey. But as the film continues, genuine warmth begins to emerge JLB shows how he genuinely cares for Casey. Casey's troubled nature is something that JLB recognizes and so he's reaching out in any way that he can. Whether Casey accepts that help and whether JLB can provide that help is something you can see for yourself.

Now, while I have been singing the praises of this film, it is not without its faults. The film is admittedly slow in certain scenes even with its relatively short length (1hr 26mins). Long scenes of nothing of note happen infrequently but enough to make you really feel the length. JLB's performance can come off as pathetic and creepy. Only until the very end will you ever feel any sort of sympathy or kinship to him at all. Certain lines of dialogue are difficult to understand without subtitles. This seems to be a trade-off for realism because of the handheld camera-work in some scenes.

Overall, "We're All Going to the World's Fair" is an excellent exercise in how to accurately portray the rampant isolation in online communities. While not exceptionally groundbreaking or especially interesting, if you're willing to engage the material it feels rewarding enough to be worth a watch.

We’re All Going to the World’s Fair : ★★★½

[collar-shocked]

He was always so nice to him. Lawrence didn't have to be, he didn't have to hold Ren on an equal level. Right in his lap fell a being that fit the description of what he needed perfectly. A toy-like creature he could take out and put away at will. A creature to make food for him so he didn't have to go out. Take care of the chores. To give him attention, attention of any kind, any way he'd like it. An animal used to pain, used to cruelty, used to keeping quiet and to himself. An animal used to giving, and giving, and giving, and being happy to do so. A mind so weak and vulnerable now without it's big bad protector that he could have done so much more than he's already done. Really let loose. Allowed himself to dive right into him. See if his pretty orange locks are as orange as his autumn-innards.

But he doesn't. No, he is not innocent. Not by far. He's explained it to Ren, even- something he is, admittedly, still kind of thinking about. Knowing he could be sent off the rails, knowing something like that could happen again, it's hard not to be afraid. Well.. Except when he sees that. Lawrence's soft features tilting into a grin, a hushed chuckle to match.. It's nice. It's nice having a friend. A roommate. A mutually agreed upon companionship. Built on blood and gore, but friendly nonetheless. It's almost like the fox just doesn't care about the danger he's potentially in. Like he's convinced himself all over again at Lawrence would never hurt him, despite..

..Because it's fair. As, by keeping him here, Law is in the exact same position. A rabid animal that can not help itself. A predator that can only be satiated on cooked steak and shitty dime-a-dozen burgers for so long.

It's fair. It's an equal leverage. It shouldn't be, but.. They just can't help it. Circumstances out of their control have damned them to finding comfort in their harm. A little boy with stolen by waves who refused to lay, a confused young man being too trusting in a new area, somehow finding this. A mutual stance of holding themselves back.

...And complimenting each others rituals, apparently.

Ren greatly appreciated the call-back to his plentiful dishes. From there on, his mood was vibrant, and his tail consistently swayed. Little comments like that lit up his entire week. Cleaning the cupboards and cabinets wasn't difficult, just tedious. But afterwards, Ren focused on more things of the sort, making sure the nitty-gritties and tight corners are taken care of, at least for a little while. Once his wet-wipe was spent, he promptly discarded of it and sniffed around for more things. Any kind of thing. Anything he could think of, while also catching a glance at Lawrence here and there, taking such cautious care of those he cares for. Some getting misted, others getting only a small dropper, and others being left alone entirely.

He felt envious of them. The little plants. They're cute, they keep Lawrence happy, busy.. And they get showered. He's not sure why he yearned so much. The need to be babied doesn't quite fit the description.

...Ren recenters his focus. Wonder what's in between the mattress and bed-frame? More cleaning inbound. "..That's cool. I couldn't remember all of that.." Just giving back. That's all.

Special Treat

[unhappy-last-resort]

I'd just like to say that though your work may not seem like a lot to others, to me it brightens my day. It's quite hard to find any yandere pgr sort of content, especially when it comes to the males... So to see someone finally write about it is quite refreshing, especially since you wrote something about Wanshi, who to me, also seems to lack any sort of fanfic attention really. Point is that you should keep up the good work, but make sure to take breaks if needed!💙

Yes, admittedly I think there may be more people who want to write Wanshi, but who then realize he's a little more difficult than they thought.

My first yandere fic was initially going to be a Wanshi fic, but it didn't feel right and then I got sick and just wanted some "comfort". I might return to that old Wanshi draft now though

As for breaks, I'm getting better at taking them. Tbh I'm just excited to be doing something creatively again, especially for writing which I haven't done in years so I really hope I can do this consistently through the year