#i say subtle but the jabs ain't even that subtle

[spicyvampire]

The subtle jabs at cops in a show where one of the mains is a cop are just so funny to me "did you do your job and check your other clues yet" "it's rare to see cops working so hard" Khun Mor Sammon stays on her ACAB agenda nevertheless

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Y'all I been doing Dazai route in eng for the collection event and I'm just.

WHAT HAPPENED WITH THE WRITING HERE. DAZAI AND MC ARE OFF THE CHARTS???? I FEEL LIKE I'M IN IKESEN RN HELP

I never want off this tragicomedy this is amazing. Just look at this shit:

There's so much going on here???? I'm in stitches?????

Dazai if you're going to roll with familial obligation PICK ONE ROLE, what is this madness!!!

MC full on out here UNIRONICALLY looking at Charles and going:

MC: I could make him worse twirling hair around her finger

What's even more uproarious to me is Dazai like "I must. Protect MC from his vile eboy clutches." And MC is straight up like "Dazai if you won't tap this then I will have my hot girl summer." Can you tell I love her so much for this I'm sobbing. Girl math queen of "I want what's bad for me"

Charles. Trying to whine his way into a hot night and Dazai's abrupt "Haha, no." Just imagining the delivery of that line straight up made me astral project, Dazai is feeling petty and I'm LIVING

"NotMyName-san." Do I even need to say it. MC dragging his ass and I'm wheeze--

Aight but that last screenshot. I swear to God that's where I lost my veritable shit. I think I've just gotten so used to Comte and Leonardo being so literal of like "oh yeah that f**ker can't keep his hands to himself, give me a second to get rid of him" that I just did not see Dazai's roast coming. And not only how iconic and subtle a jab that is, but the ENDLESS implications????????????

"He seems like someone who can't keep his hands out of the picnic basket." Dazai was COOKING. He said "boy's got no patience, he can't pace a relationship properly." [Note: Dazai can't pace a relationship at all, so uh, pot meet kettle--]. He said "man's going to get to third base on the first date and that is GAUCHE." I love this bit because of how much it gives him away. Dazai out here like "I'm just a silly silly goofy no thoughts guy! Hahaha!" And then the second Charles tries to drag MC around like a rag doll, Dazai comes out like "what is this. menace doing with a nice young woman. I say, young man, cease this horny shitfkery at once!" The man who sat in bed with MC naked after a month's worth of knowing her and does not explain (though in fairness he was trying to be helpful [?]). Can you tell I love him. Osamu "Do As I Say, Not As I Do" Dazai.

Dazai out here like "I just know he's going to ask too much of her, and that could have grievous implications when it comes to being a vampire." As much as it might be a throwaway line, I gotta say I see that amongst his concerns. And tbh I think he means it both in the sense of bloodlust but also in the sense that Charles is a bit wayward with his self-control (not entirely Charles' fault). Dazai out here like "I know this little shit ain't got an ounce of foresight, and I hate this for my best girl." No beef to Charles, but the man lives in the present (in some ways by circumstance) and I can see how he might not be able to have MC's best interests for the future in mind (he's got a lot of healing to do).

Man can you tell I just can't get over the way Dazai flamed him. It's giving:

Also for the record no shade to Charles as an LI, I just think it's hilarious how jealous Dazai is and how that makes him uncharacteristically choose so much violence khafjlsjkshgdfjh

I gotta say if there's one thing that gets my ass so bad when it comes to Comte and Dazai it's how they're so like. "Peace and love on planet earth~"

Charles/Vlad: hi

Comte and Dazai:

Comte and Dazai:

[toujokaname]

Card shuffle / Episode 14

Author: Akira

Characters: AkanP, Aira, Tatsumi, Hiiro, Rinne, HiMERU, Kohaku, Niki, Mayoi

"—Right. It's fine. HiMERU is not angry. HiMERU is calm."

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Season: Winter

Location: Café Cinnamon

AkanP: Good evening~♪

Uwaah, things are getting lively around here! It sure is nice to be young~ Hehehe, you're at that age where even dropping chopsticks is funny...♪

Aira: That scared me?! Uh, AkanP, good work today...?

Tatsumi: Is there anything we can assist you with?

Hiiro: Fumu, did Nii-san's underhanded tactics become an issue today?

Rinne: Oi, oi, didn't Otouto-kun misbehave today as well? If anyone's getting scolded, it won't just be me, but the both of us as the "Amagi brothers," right?

Hiiro: Hehe. For some absurd reason, that makes me happy. In cases like this, it's always been Nii-san taking the blame—

AkanP: No, no, I'm not scolding anyone! Actually, since everyone did their best today, maybe I'll praise you instead~♪

HiMERU: That subtle condescension is aggravating. Is HiMERU just being petty?

Kohaku: Ah, come on... Actually, in terms of position, ain't Akan-han higher as the producer?

Niki: Rather, I think that idols act too arrogant sometimes~ Like, who do they think they are? Don't you think so too, Mayo-chan?

Mayoi: Wha- Um- W-Why do you keep singling me out, Shiina-san?! I-I'm uncomfortable clarifying my stance at times like these...!

AkanP: Hehe. I'm relieved to see you all getting along. Please keep doing your best in Matrix until the end ♪

Rinne: Speaking of "until the end," at this rate, Matrix might wrap up quicker than expected, huh?

AkanP: Eh, what do you mean? Is there some trouble? That's concerning!

HiMERU: —You'd understand if you just thought about it for a second. Today's outcome has secured Crazy:B's second consecutive victory, thanks to Rinne's cowardly scheming.

AkanP: ? Himeru-kun[1], do you not know how to count?

Today was the first match, so Crazy:B only won once, right? Not twice, hehe ♪

HiMERU: —Shiina, HiMERU wants to talk to you for a bit. Please come with.

Niki: Eeeeek?! I'm gonna get used as stress relieeef! Will I end up like that poor rabbit plushie from "Cr*yon Shin-channn"?! [2]

AkanP: Oh, I have something to tell everyone, so could you please not go anywhere? You're a surprisingly restless boy, aren't you, Himeru-kun?

Tatsumi: Hehe. Come to think of it, HiMERU-san used to be much more lively than now, how nostalgic...♪

Rinne: Bwaha, how 'bout we start promoting you as an energetic kid from now on, Merumeru?

I'll be rootin' for ya! Rocking shorts and brandishing a bug net, the reborn Merumeru bursts onto the scene! Gyahahaha! ☆

HiMERU: .........

Niki: Um. Can you guys stop teasing HiMERU-kun? Every jab seems to chip away at my lifespan somehow, so can you chill?

HiMERU: —Right. It's fine. HiMERU is not angry. HiMERU is calm.

AkanP. What did you actually want from us?

AkanP: Again, I said that I would praise you. Were you just not listening?

Kohaku: Hey now... C'mon, HiMERU-han, deeeep breaths...

HiMERU: It's fine, Oukawa. No need to worry. ...But as Rinne mentioned earlier, at this rate, Matrix will end prematurely, won't it?

Should Crazy:B maintain this winning streak, we may secure six wins out of ten matches by the sixth round—effectively settling the outcome with a majority.

Even if there are rounds beyond that, they'd essentially be throwaway matches, so wouldn't the viewership numbers drop?

AkanP: Wah, so confident... But as they say, matches are a matter of chance. Who knows if Crazy:B will keep on winning?

But. For some reason, Anzu-chan and the agency also had such unnecessary worries, so we decided to add some improvements to Matrix.

HiMERU: Are those worries really unnecessary, or are they essential?

[ ☆ ]

AkanP uses the hiragana version of "Himeru" instead of the stylized HiMERU version. This is something he dislikes deeply due to how high of an esteem he holds the HiMERU name.

Referencing Nene's Happiness Bunny in Crayon Shin-chan. Real picture of Niki and HiMERU :(

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[angie-long-legs-moved]

Angel glanced at the door behind him before following the hellhound to her desk and gingerly reaching for the glass of bourbon slid in his direction. He gave it a subtle sniff - although he had watched intently as Visage poured each glass, he couldn't entirely discount that the beverage hadn't been tampered with. In the club, he hadn't been quite as vigilant, but being in a stranger's apartment made him far more conscious of potential risk. Only once the hellhound took a sip of her own glass did Angel feel satisfied that it was safe for him to do so himself.

And he listened - what else was there to do? His attention was briefly snagged on the reference to a "benefactor", an "investment", but he knew better than to pry for details. Especially since Angel worked for the very Overlord she had such a distaste for - there was no way she would willingly dish out such information, as intriguing as it was.

After Visage finished talking, a stretch of silence followed. In preparation for breaking it, Angel downed his entire drink, slamming the glass back on the desk with a grimace.

"Alright, just tell me what I'm doin' here."

He wasn't keen on the defeated edge to his voice, so he rapidly continued talking, hoping it went unnoticed.

"What's this all about? You're spewin' all this crap about Overlords bein' assholes, makin' jabs about soul contracts... Even if I was dumb enough ta think ya were for real about any a' it... I ain't followin' how I fit in ta all this. Whaddya want from me, huh?"

He sighed, a note of candour entering his voice as he eyed the still-open bottle of bourbon behind the hellhound. He could do with another one of those.

"I went lookin' for a party, cuz, and I'll be straight with ya, things ain't been peachy in the studio lately. I just needed a night a' fun to take the edge off," he started, eyes darting away before narrowing into a dour expression, an automatic defence after that rather vulnerable admission. "And now I'm here, in some Overlord's bum ass apartment listenin' to her yap about how she's different."

In that moment, he recalled some saying he had once heard in life: the simplest answer, no matter how improbably, is always the most likely. And right now, no matter how improbable that nagging doubt in his mind told him it was, the likelihood of why he was here was dictated to him by the countless experiences he'd had before tonight that began exactly like this one.

He leaned one hand against the desk beside him, fixing the Overlord with a glower. Between the alcohol and the exhaustion, he was starting to feel pretty hazy, but he was determined not to let it show.

"You ain't the first Overlord to ply me with liquor an' take me home, and ya sure as hell won't be the last, but I'm tellin' ya, doll, you're the first to act so goddamn weird about it. So, if this is some kinda kink ya got, or some wacky power play, I think I gotta right to know."

He studied Visage's expression, looking for some inkling of a reaction that would give her away, but, as before, he came up short.

"And if it ain't... would ya at least do me the courtesy a' tellin' me what the fuck I'm doin' here before I tear my fuckin' hair out tryna figure it out?!

(Starter for @angie-long-legs: Another night at the club, another menagerie of party-seeking demons filling all available spaces to enjoy drinks, dancing and pulsing beats. As much as possible, Visage always preferred to just blend into the crowd, rather than be this large imposing figure that drew immediate attention to herself. She dressed in much the same casual flair as any other clubgoer as she relaxed on one of the plush lounge cushions richly upholstered in deep royal purple velvet. Clutched between two claws was a lit cigarette smoldering with bright blue embers, smoke tendrils lazily drifting around the hellhound in an acrid wreath. Keen silver eyes seemed to have a glow all their own, even amid the glowing neon that filled the club space, as her gaze roved over the crowd of patrons. It was, after all, her business to keep tabs on who was coming and going from her establishment, despite the air of nonchalance she so carefully cultivated. The larger and more successful Kingdom Cum became, the more she knew that she was drawing the attention of those who would quickly begin to consider her a threat. Good. About time something came along to shake up the status quo. These other Overlords had gotten too fat and lazy of their own spoils and were in sore need of some healthy competition. For the present moment, though, the power plays and political posturing were about as far away from Visage's mind as possible, focused instead on having as mellow of an evening as possible. Well ... 'mellow' by the standards of the club, of course. Which is why when her phone began to buzz and she glanced at the name to recognize the call as coming from her chief cartel enforcer ... her mood immediately began to sour. "What?" The word was spat out, laced heavily with annoyance. "Uhhhh, Boss? I just saw Angel Dust walk into the club." Aaaaand foul mood immediately gone. Now this could be interesting. A famous face like his in her club was bound to draw attention of all kinds, but that hardly worried the Overlord. What intrigued her more was the knowledge that one of Valentino's most prominent actors was in her domain instead of his ... and she liked what that could mean. While she could do nothing about the soul contracts themselves without more direct intervention, any opportunity to encourage those under his 'employment' to distance themselves as much as possible was a net positive from her perspective. "Interesting. Send 'em my way."

[thefreshfinds]

P.Dot: The Separation

By: Natalee Gilbert

Once the "uhn" escapes from his lips, P.Dot goes off with rhymes and reason.

As he caters to the highest form of himself, P.Dot keeps in mind that spreading the word is imperative. And so, P.Dot ventures into his gangsta appeal for those who didn't get the message. By popular demand, he supplies the hip-hop scene with what it needs. Through means of realness, P.Dot claps back at clout chasers and weeds out the fakes (while sprinkling some of that greenery in a wrap of course). Likewise, he opens up to soundscapes about the hard-knock life. And although his days might be numbered, P.Dot still makes them count. Overrall, P.Dot uses an impressive way of thinking in witty punchlines, grit and worldy advice. Thus, creating that "shock-and-awe" effect throughout the listen. Although some try throwing shade, the MC doesn't let it interfere with his light. As mentioned in part 101 of his weekly segment, #BARSFROMTHECAR, P.Dot remains solid and never folds because it’s easy to bend. “Class is in session, you ain't dealing with a substitute." P.Dot adds.

P.Dot's latest album, THE SEPARATION stresses others to find the silver lining in every scenario. At times reflective, each track serves as an outlet. Essentially, the album's theme revolves around betrayal, lost even love. But in turn, THE SEPARATION encourages others to work on theirselves rather than dwell on another’s actions. Thanks to the album's dark, eerie soundscape P.Dot is able to strike fear into his enemies. Likewise, P.Dot also uses clever ties when facing a partly sampled beat. For instance, "50/50" uses a snippet of Drake's production in "Free Smoke." Taking it further, P.Dot says in this phrase "I got pistols for n*ggas that want smoke about it." as a play on "Free Smoke's" underlying message. On the whole, THE SEPARATION comes loaded with assertive 808's, rhymes and features who keep the same energy. P.Dot adds "Words were always powerful to me. I learned how and why they affected me. Then, learned how to evoke the same feelings I got from other people's words into mine."

Starting off, "50/50" helps all listeners get the gist of THE SEPARATION. With a pistol for "n*ggas that want smoke about it," P.Dot comes gully through the speaker about those who clout chase. Besides this, "50/50" adds a flair to Drake's song "Free Smoke." by speeding up the tempo with slits of heavy base. Regardless he's good. All he's focused on the green and staying clear of phonies.

With urgency, “LAWD HAVE MERCY” tells the human race to be more attentive. Turning back the hands of time, P.Dot addresses through cut-throat rhymes police brutality and racism. In “LAWD HAVE MERCY's" backdrop, wails induce the pain felt by our people. Together with drums and an elevating harmony, listeners are struck with fear. Little do they know, African Americans deal with this on a daily basis. Aside from this, P.Dot pays homage to those who’ve died because of their skin color. He also shows off Black excellence with a subtle flex. And even pokes at the brain of others. Ultimately, “LAWD HAVE MERCY” says in mid-phrase that “we may fall down but we still get up.” Just like the emcee's previous work, “LAWD HAVE MERCY” sanctifies the wicked and nonbelievers. Through a fighter’s spirit, P.Dot projects his voice from start to end. By the horns “LAWD HAVE MERCY” grabs discrimination and stomps on top with anger.

Coupled with a repetive chant and revved-up base, "THE SEPARATION" proves that P.Dot is only made for greatness. Embodying an unstoppable work grind in this one line "I don't get tired, really feel like I'm Kevin Gate-ing." he takes the bad with the good. After all, pressure makes diamonds and P.Dot claims whats rightfully his: Notoriety.

From the get-go, P.Dot is hesitant to trust. In one line, he even says "Let me battle my own demons, like you're battling yours." But "GLORY" comes with no means to offend. Instead, it sheds light on why P.Dot moves the way he does. Off the rip, P.Dot expected for close ones and business partners to keep it real. Unfortunately though, they tried biting off the hand that fed them. So P.Dot kept himself guarded all the while staying money-oriented. To attest this is one of many clever punchlines that are used mid-song. Here, he says "You been looking real fake, I spot a real snake/I'm getting green in this field with a real rake/A couple n-ggas got bread. I want a real plate/ So why beef & kill the cow to get a real steak?/I be "walking on water", they throwing pennies in it/I work too m'f hard to be penny pitching."

“BABY BABY BABY” steps in the name of love like its predecessor. As this particular song draws inspiration from Alicia Key’s song “You Don’t Know My Name,” it manages to find a unique rhythm. Specifically, the roles switch as P.Dot admires a woman whose “a sure thing." In response to Alicia’s presumptions about her crush knowing who she is, P.Dot plays a bit with her melodic refrain “baby, baby, baby.” With Key's message in mind, P.Dot thinks of his own lover. In retrospect, she’s been holding it down. And so, he insists that he’s not a boo or man. Because of all they’ve dealt with she's not only a lover but a friend. Besides this, a love-struck P.Dot boasts with glee about her many attributes. To him, everything about her is just so perfect. One line that deserves recognition in “BABY BABY BABY” goes like this: "Couple n*ggas takin' shots, but nothing Curry bout them." The song alone proves that loyalty lies with P.Dot indefinitely.

Drawing influence from his segment, #BARSFROMTHECAR — P.Dot adds more hard bars onto it in “SURVIVAL feat. Allezy.” Beat wise, this track uses an eerie piano progression and sneaker-knocking base. Lyrically however, P.Dot uses notable punchlines like "remain solid, never fold cause it’s easy to bend." To prove that “class is in session” and that others “ain't dealing with a substitute." Closing it out, Alleazy expresses himself through undeniably solid rhymes. In a word this song speaks on seeing the light in the darkest of times.

“WRONG SON (featuring. Pressure, KYY and Quis Chandla)” consist of some heavy hitters from New Jersey. Anonymously naming itself as a gangster anthem, the trio bring out the gully through intellectually crafted rhymes and hard cadences. Beat wise, “WRONG SON” uses a heavy base, some sirens, bells and a faint echo in its backdrop. To summarize, this track address the haters and fakes all while daring them to stop being social media thugs. Notable lines like “No burial for corpses/scheduled to burn./And on his tombstone, here lies another rapper whos a waste of sperm.” from Chandla go to prove that they have no time for B.S. On the whole, “WRONG SON” spooks those who doubt their excellence. No cap, they say “If I can shine alone, I can grind alone.”

With deep confliction and a heavy heart, “PERKS DNT NUMB” indicates that P.Dot will achieve his dreams with or without a team. Although actions speak louder than words, P.DOT wishes both would correlate. Preferably, he’d love others to keep it a 100. But for now, he’ll weed out all snakes from the Garden State. Likewise, P.Dot makes a point about the music industry and social media frenzied generation. For self recognition, both rappers play the numbers game and mock fake sincerity. Lines like "....but led in the metal for n*ggas tryna erase me," take a jab at the retort, “I'm rubber, you're glue; whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to you.” Overall, the song insinuates that P.Dot is good regardless. To take it home, “PERKS DNT DIE” adds a faint trumpet progression, hi-hats and snares in it’s soundscape.

Sometimes, people just don't know what they have until it's gone. Funnily enough, "TRIFFLIN (PURPLE HEART)" lives by that phrase. On opposing sides, the blame goes to a woman who just couldn't stick around for the long haul. Although he's angry, a logical P.Dot takes it to the booth. Thus, manifesting bars that come with the wrath. Referencing to the title, P.Dot says '(PURPLE HEART)' is an indication of a real one’s survival. Sonically, a dark piano progression foreshadows the pain he’s feeling. Likewise, the base comes with a mental socker-punch and takes P.Dot's not-so playful demeanor home.

In “CONCRETE ROSE ” P.Dot keeps a fighting spirit. Even though, he’s focused on the present — P.Dot can’t help but wonder if he’ll leave a legacy before the casket drops. Additionally, P.Dot opens up about his fear of dying young. Often, he references to his brother’s death but it’s only to show appreciation and face the man in the mirror staring back. With no return, P.Dot is “on a marathon until his time is done.” As mentioned in the song, he’ll run until his feet hurt and knee burst. On God, P.Dot prays to be felt before it’s time to go. Truly, he lives and dies by music. Sonically, the beat leans more towards somber instrumentations. As a whole “Concrete Rose” abides by the common phrase, “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”

Juxtaposed with an up-beat soundscape and remorseful lyrics, “EYE DON’T featuring D.Eeastwood and Fat Trap” speaks on the one that got away. Although he loved his woman immensely, P.Dot admits to not appreciating her enough. Revealing the story behind P.Dot and his loves split, “EYE DON’T” says, "I got a heart with brick walls & a seal around it/Gave you the finger when you tried to put a ring around it."

Second to last, “PROGRESSION feat. Chevy and Dibasi” starts off with a trumpet, hi-hats, a lo-fi synth, and dark piano riff. Besides providing a backdrop of earworthy auto-tune, P.Dot lets the listener hear his inner thoughts. Even though some people can be wishy-washy, P.Dot doesn’t let it phase him. Instead he beats the odds, by counting his blessings. Honestly he’s more focused on his progress than another’s occurrence. Like P.Dot, Dibasi and Chevy go in with nothing but real bars. Ultimately, they come with the same energy as the MC: inspired.

Last but not least, P.Dot finds himself on the ladder to success and he just can’t afford to miss a step. So, without breaking a leg, he treads precautiously with solid rhymes and reason in “MAKE A DOLLA.” Production wise, hi-hats bang in. Then, a dark piano riff arises to strike fear into his enemies. Still, "MAKE A DOLLA's” biggest distinguisher are the futuristic synths which go to prove that the days ahead consist of good fortune. To say the least, P.Dot refuses to be anything but fake. Out of his bag, he collects the coin and gets to work!

If you haven't already, stream THE SEPARATION now. It is available on Apple Music and Spotify.

LINKS:

1. Instagram - @pdotmmr

2. THE SEPARATION -

[mesanthropi]

see, i was supposed to just ramble in the tags. but. this happened, so... enjoy.

your misunderstanding.

"yeah, i'd probably get like... angel or something," you thought aloud. "i have the voice for her, but that depends, really. i mean- what's to expect in this show, y'know?" shrugging your shoulders, you then turned to the shortest of you three, smiling with interest and curiosity. "what about you, who do you think you'll get in the play?"

luke looked between you and 'wei' (or that's what you remember of xir name), before pointing at himself. "me? uh, dunno. maybe spoons. you know, the character you hate?" he laughed at the groan you let out. "come on, do you actually hate the guy- because he's pretty funny, just like me. ain't that just a no-brainer for the casting?"

the nudges to your arm went ignored as you rolled your eyes, before directing them to wei. you couldn't help but notice how xe'd just kept staring at you the whole time, it prompted some doubt that xe was even listening. but pushing that aside and looking on the bright side, you waved a hand. "what about you, wei? is that your name?"

"... weiiiiiiiss?" luke waved his own hand in front of xir face, as if he were trying to snap xem out of a trance. "this is theatre, a.k.a your big highschool phase coming to bite you in the ass, i thought you'd like it." he paused though, before looking to you. silence fell over the space you'd all taken, a little awkard for you (because seriously, why are they just staring at you-?) until-

"what the fuck-" the other student let out the profanity upon getting xir shoe stepped on. the brunette boy chuckled, shaking his head before putting a hand on xir head. "edelweiss went to la-la-land," he joked after dodging a jab to the side. "but i do remember talking about that with 'em once, ain't that right, pal?"

weiss only grumbled something in response, not enough for you to hear though. but apparently, enough for luke, who nodded in acknowledgement (as far as you could tell anyway). while the two talked and you half-listened, there was bitterness starting to make itself at home within your feelings pool. you couldn't help the subtle sulk in your expression; was xe deliberately ignoring you? did you say something wrong? did xe have anything against you? goddamn. all that staring and awkwardness just to find out that xe could talk to luke just fine.

rude... your thoughts could be seen on your face. whatever.

what really happened.

as [name] spoke, xe was half-listening, if xe was being honest. there absolutely was no way that the conversation could be processed, not like this! especially with such a nice-looking and nice-sounding person in front of xem, god no. despite the particularly amusing thoughts from earlier ('okay, get it, david tennant!'), it had been replaced with high-key simping.

maybe not really simping, but- you know. admiration. but what was there to ignore, especially when it was right in front of you? 'oh, how gorgeous they were, words falling out at a steady trickling like niagra falls!'

if xe wasn't such a sappy asshole who was often knee-deep in delusions, this wouldn't be happening.

but... it was probably the way [name] was so easy to get along with. at least with what xe had seen, as far as xe could remember from being quite the starer. they spoke to others no problem, went around problems with unique solutions- and did xe mention that they were really fucking pretty? no? then alright. [name] [surname] looked fucking amazing, even for a private school.

maybe they'd be friends if xe trie- "what the fuck-" and that was when luke had jabbed his heel into xir toes, which wasn't the most pleasant feeling. poor weiss would have cussed him out, putangina and all that vulgar stuff, but they had face to keep. and they would never do that in front of them, xe'd never hear the end of it.

"edelweiss went to la-la-land," luke joked after dodging a jab to the side, much to xir dismay. "but i do remember talking about that with 'em once, ain't that right, pal?"

"this horacio is going to kill you, luke," xe grumbled, brows furrowing as xe crossed their arms. hopefully they didn't... uh, notice. the thought was a tad too late though, as we all know. hoooooooo boy, i probably fucked up, look at their face. that's the face of disappointment and all that. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck you, luke.

nevermind, xe can be aware of these kinds of things sometimes.

yes, my 'full name' is edelweiss. no, i'm not german and i'm not white, lmao. anywayz!! please obliterate me

Moot game asks 👀 Count me in on that stuff, I absolutely love them.

We've had crimes so far, but what would your mutuals be as meet-ugly tropes, rather than meet-cute? To shake things up a little.

(🧚 anon, possibly?)

ohh cool!! and yes ofc you can be 🧚‍♀️ anon ^^

@wheeboo sees you as you're destroying a tombstone in the cemetery while she's with her friend to pay their respects at their grandmother's grave. you're destroying the tombstone bc it belongs to some ancestor of yours who was an ass/ dealt with the devil/ did some fucked-up shit that led you to have a horrible fate or curse, but of course rania doesn't know that, so now she has you branded as a grave-vandaliser and speaks to you so coldly when she sees you next, before reluctantly having to partner with you to save the world from some cursed/ crazed lunatics who were just like your ancestor

@slytherinshua is in the middle of a breakdown in the campus library when you meet her, and honestly you feel bad for telling her to leave, bc you know how stressful midterms can be so you try to tell her as nicely as possible that she needs to leave. but she's so stressed that she blows up on you, before blinking in surprise at her own outburst and promptly scrambling out of the library, taking her laptop but leaving her textbooks. you meet her in the library again, as she awkwardly apologises and asks if you have her books, and you give both the textbooks and your number to her at the same time

@weird-bookworm trips over her own feet and slams right into you during your first meeting. she's horribly late to her class, so she doesn't even turn around to apologize before speeding off, leaving you disoriented and pissed. and weirdly, you two keep meeting, where she runs into you and then runs off bc she's always late for something, causing you to view her as this impolite clutz until one day, she catches your hand as you're about to fall down the stairs, and then gives you such a relieved grin that you think- oh. well, that's new.

@rubywonu borrows a pen from you and then never gives it back. she'd tapped you on the shoulder and asked for it so sweetly, but then at the end of the class she simply zoomed out of the door with your favourite pen, never to be seen again. you don't see her until a few months later, and turns out she's a friend of a friend so you reluctantly get close and eventually realise she's a rlly cool person, deciding to forgive her for the pen. you bring it up one day, though, and her eyes widen bc she totally forgot too, and the next day she brings you a whole pack of that same exact pen that she'd bought just for you

@etherealyoungk hnnjg it's hard to think of meet-uglies for skye but,,, the first time she sees you, it's when you're cursing out your ex in public while dramatically breaking up with him. your ex played up the role of an innocent victim, even though they were definitely in the wrong, and you'd looked like an utter bitch to the public. but then she sees you again, as the barista in a cafe she decided to go to one day, and all she can think of is that you look so sad, not like a crazy bitch. one day, while she's sitting in the cafe (because yes, she's now a regular customer) your ex storms in and starts tearing you apart in the near-empty cafe, and without even thinking about it, skye jumps in to defend you

@mesanthropi is so mesmerised when xe first sees you that xe just . just blanks you. you're trying to ask what role xe'd most likely to get in the school play, but xe's just blinking, totally straight-faced, so your friend has to be the one to talk to xem instead. you're thinking 'wow, rude', without realizing that xe was just so in awe of how pretty you are and short-circuited. as the play rehearsals go on, with you and your friend as co-directors, you see weiss relax around u and deliver stellar performances and slowly, you start to become friends. and who knows? maybe you'll fall in love too.

@blue-jisungs meets you for the first time when she's walking her dog (idk if u actually have a dog but PRETEND YOU DO) and you've recently lost your dog, who looks an awful like axe's..... so you accost her in the middle of the street and demand that she gives your dog back, even though it's hers, and everything is all just a bit too chaotic and confusing for axe on a sunday morning, so she tells you to go away and ushers her dog away from the crazy stranger. then, she passes a missing dog sign on her way back from work that looks a lot like hers, and realises you were telling the truth. she dials the number, tells you that she's the person you saw the other day, and asks that maybe, if you're willing... she could help you look for your dog?

@wonwoonlight is yelling down the phone at her desk when you first meet her, and that has you being terrified of your colleague for all of six months after you meet her. you're a new addition to their department, with khione as your team leader, and she's so frustrated with some idiot when you first see her in the office, basically (justifiably) tearing them a new one for their incompetence, but after that, you're always seeing her as this strict, horrible person until one day she takes care of you during a corporate dinner while you're not feeling your best, scolding you gently for coming when you feel ill and calling a cab to take you home early

@icyminghao is someone you know from childhood, and honestly, you can't remember your first ever meeting. but you do have an early memory of her playing 'got your nose' with you and making you cry, and ever since then, she's been a nuisance in your life. that is, until some school project has you being forced to truly work together, and after you put aside your annoyance, your irritation melts away into something akin to fondness, finding her cheerinees something adorable rather than annoying

[angie-long-legs]

"Gee, I ain't heard that one before," Angel said flatly, flinching ever so slightly as Alastor reached for his face with that patronising gesture. Thankfully, the alcohol had dulled his senses enough for this wincing to be subtle - a clumsy sway, as opposed to a sharp jolt. Something Alastor might not even notice.

Inebriated, he had found himself the prey of the deer.

As was demonstrated by Alastor's next comment: a sneering jab at Angel's devotion to his boss, the infamous Overlord of Lust himself. Angel shot a hazy glare at his antagonising company, temper flaring in spite of his senses being slowed to a crawl.

"Fuck you," he spat, his voice thick and hissy. "I ain't- I'm not-" he glanced down at his hands as he stumbled over his words. If he hadn't been so disoriented, perhaps he would have thought of a clever comeback; a snippy, aggressive retaliation to put the prying Overlord in his place. But, here in this moment, his usual quick-wit faltered, his mouth opening and closing as he searched for something to say that exonerated him of such an accusation. It was true, after all. He had been smitten with Valentino. And Val did treat him with total disregard for his wants, his wellbeing, his autonomy.

But, although Alastor's jeering was partially grounded in reality, the answer to his question was far from a yes.

With a sigh, Angel conceded, twirling a finger around the rim of his empty glass. "Look, ya really wanna know? About likin' bein' hurt?" He was certain that Alastor didn't - the efforts he made to avoid any conversation pertaining to sex suggested this wasn't a topic he was particularly fond of discussing. "Well, here's the thing, genius," he continued dryly, "It's fake. It ain't real. At least, it ain't supposed ta be. It's... a relief. Losin' control, but knowin' ya can take it back any time. 'Magine ya could drop that fuckin' smile a' yours, ya know? Someone might be like, "why would ya wanna stop smilin'?" But, I dunno. Maybe ya do. Maybe ya need ta, sometimes."

There was a pause as Angel gave time for his words to sink in - for his own sake as well as Alastor's. Having to explain the appeal of BDSM to a non-partaker was hardly a common experience in Hell, and neither was he accustomed to exploring exactly what he personally got out of it with genuine transparency. Unpacking it in a manner that the feared Radio Demon could potentially relate to was the cherry on the cake of just how alien these circumstances were to him.

"But hey, Mista' Cannibal Serial Killer thinks I'm a freak fa likin' it rough," he smirked, putting a pin in his alcohol-induced vulnerability - for now. Cracking wise was a far more comfortable manner in which to communicate something real, after all. "Like ya ain't showin' off ya carnage on yer goddamn radio show. Yer one night a' passion away from bein' the "S" in "S&M", honey, and an exhibitionist at that."

A saucy grin plastered across his face, Angel turned to face his counterpart, a mirror image of sharp teeth and unreadable eyes. "Didn't I tell ya, Al? We're the same. We both got some wires crossed, we like things we ain't supposed ta. The only difference is that, fa you, it ain't about sex."

Despite his cocky interlude, Angel's initial sincerity crept back into consciousness, his own echo of the famed Radio Demon's grin cracked and faltered - Alastor's own steadfast as ever. "So, no. I didn't fall fa Val cuz he... I mean, he never used ta..." Angel stuttered, once again struggling to put his fickle feelings into words. Brows furrowed, he huffed out a sharp "tch". "Look, I ain't some floozy who lets fellas walk all ova' me!" he exclaimed. "Val was different. He wasn't like those otha' guys that were always gettin' handsy and pushin' me around. That's why I got so fuckin' tangled up in him. Not cuz he hurt me."

With a final heavy sigh, Angel glanced over at the bartender, wondering if Alastor would motion for the next round. Wondering why exactly he was unloading this onto Alastor, of all people. Wondering if a few more drinks might quell the unease churning within him. "Right now, I don't give a damn about you bein' drunk." This time, it wasn't a lie. "I need ta be a whole otha' level a' wasted if this is what yer gonna be askin' me about."

The petty jab of the Overlord was evidently meant in jest, but Angel was far from entertained. The pair went back and forth in this fashion more often than they engaged in civilised conversation, even going so far as to intentionally anger the other, but it wasn't often that one touched a nerve entirely by accident.

The spider's eyes thinned to slits, his lip curling in indignation. "Oh, I know the difference, alright," he glared. "Seems ta me like you can't differentiate between bein' treated rough cuz ya like it and actually bein' hurt."

Entirely ignoring that he himself had instigated poking fun at his masochistic tendencies, Angel folded his lower set of arms with a huffy grimace. "'Course a fella like you wouldn't get it, fuckin' prude..." he muttered harshly, before letting out a soft, hollow sigh. "All I'm sayin' is, there's a big fuckin' difference. Go figure, asshole."

Clearly a little shaken (and more than a little tipsy), the actor drummed his fingers against the table, rigid and nervous, avoiding the ever-piercing gaze of his company as they awaited their drinks. Angel hadn't intended to give an impassioned response, but the remark had grated, and with the alcohol slowing his senses, his usual reserve when it came to personal matters had appeared to short circuit.

Not moments after the drink had been placed in front of Angel did he throw it back, draining the glass before slamming it back down with a contorted look of disgust. Even Alastor's taste in whisky was fairly rancid, as far as Angel was concerned. "I ain't tryna prove nothin'," he lied. "My end goal is to get shit-faced. That's why we're at the bar, ain't we? And I'm takin' you along fa' the ride cuz, fa' some reason yer still sittin' here with me, even though ya clearly think I'm some big fuckin' joke."

Gritting his teeth, Angel stared into the abyss of the empty glass.

"What's on your agenda, Alastor?" he glowered. "If yer so convinced hangin' out wi' me calls fa' some ulterior motive?"