#i'd say 'threw' but that wouldn't be correct

[hzdtrees]

Above ruins

[writingforatwistedworld]

I saw your requests open, so i decided to send in a request of my own before they close again <3 I'd like to request, Lilia Vanrouge, Ace Trappola, and Azul Ashengrotto with your self-aware au, if thats okay. My request is a GN!Reader who is the twin sibling to the overseer, who isn't that invested in the game but sometimes watches their sibling play. more on the platonic side too if thats okay!

You have every right to decline this request.

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, family problems, unhealthy relationship, obsession, implies kidnapping, violence

Ace Trappola/Azul Ashengrotto/Lilia Vanrouge-Twin sibling of the Player (PLATONIC!!!)

What a great day! The Overseer has blessed the world with their presence again!

The birds are chirping, it feels like it’s much easier to take care of the flamingos and even the hedgehogs are-WHY ARE THERE TWO OF OF THEM??!

Ok, the guy is just flabbergasted

There was never any talk about there being two Overseers

But wait, no. They aren’t the Overseer. You just look a lot like they were cloned

A bit of a different nose, the voice is also much different…

So… otherworldly being are also capable of having twins. Why does this suprise him so much?

It is a bit weird for him in the beginning

But over time he gets used to them and even wants you to be there

Why? Well because he is just a nice gu-he just wants bonus points

Imagine, your twin thinking that he is an awesome guy and telling them how great you think he is

That was the plan at least, now he geniunely cares about you (in a platonic way)

It’s as if you were adopted only that Ace is a lot more ready to use violence compared to what he would do if his older brother was the one should something ever happen to you

This guy is protective. People talk how boring you are in comparison to your twin? Deuce had to hold him back to beating them into… red messes

Sometimes he would also be grocery shopping for the dorm, see something and ask himself if he should buy it for his sibling on the other side of that seperation

Five seconds later he has to hold back a scream because he realised that he sees you as his own sibling

Yeah, safe to say that you just got a brother. A brother capable of a lot of violence should someone be the slightest bit rude to you but still a brother

Ah so, a twin?

Unlike Ace Azul is very chill with there being someone who looks like the Overseer

How nice, family fun… wait why aren’t you interested in them?

Azul wishes that you were even the slightest bit interested in the game

But no, you just watch your twin whilst stuff goes down here

Is this world not good enough for you?

Like a doting older brother he will try to correct things for you but… you aren’t the Overseer so there is not really something he can do…

It's suddenly like he has another reason for trying so hard other than his past and the Overseer

Now now, he can't be a bad brother, right? So everything needs to be perfect

Heartlabyul student number 36 suddenly feels chills going down his spine after he had said something in a dialogue that had bothered you

Azul doesn't even think about what he could get you when he is going out

No, he has more money than most students so when he sees something he just buys it

Of course not always, he also has to look out for the numbers on his bank account

He is very curious about you so he immediately starts trying to find out more about you like what you like, dislike, so on so on

There is that nagging feeling however

Azul knows that he means nothing to you even though you are like a sinking to him

So what does he need to do so that you at least notice him?

Floyd had never been so scared for his life before after he saw Azul threw that look in his direction

Octopus is a huge lump of muscles so I wouldn't be surprised that he once or twice crushed someones... breathing tube going down their throat out of anger and stress from wondering what he could do to make you his sibling

You know those religious moms that have a meltdown when someone says something against the foundation of their religious believes?

Yeah, Lilia is that mom just in male version

Whaaaat? TheOverseer has a twin? Are they testing him by showing him an illusion looking exactly like them?

Only after Malleus had a long, calming talk with him about his they don't really know that much about the Overseer despite them being their god

So after many emptied cups of tea and many sleepless nights, he finally accepts it

Whilst your twin governs this world you two share some banter and oh, how lovely it is

It almost feels like the old days when Silver and Sebek were much younger...

Congrats, if TWST had a reward system with funky names you would now get the notification of “Melancholy for the old days-how to make an immortal cry tears”

He definitely bursts into tears of happiness when he sees the two of you being so close

Ah yes, there were once those royal siblings which ended with one dead from his younger sisters jealousy, how good that the two of you get along

Those memories do get entangled with the sight of you two which makes him see you in a more “you-being-his-child” way

Your twin, no, he has studied too many scriptures to associate them like that. You though... you are more or less a new variable so...

How heartbreaking to see you separated from your true family, Silver and him

Malleus had a “wait what?” expression on his face when he heard Lilia cry about his lost child to him for the first time

Which led to Lilia telling Malleus that his child is on the other side of the two worlds and now there being preparations made it get that child back

Don't you worry, oh sweet child, soon you will be back by your fathers side, whether you want it or not

Oh he can't wait to introduce you to Sebek!

[indigo-o]

The Pet clown

Pt 2

I think we know who it's abt lmao

Nikolai gogol x reader PLATONIC

And some fyodor

Reader is a teenager

Tw impatient stuff depression, fyodor drugging, sleep deprivation, those annoying blankets they give at mental hospital even tho it's like -1 degrees Celsius if you know you know, talk of death, yandere fyodor, Manipulation from fyodor, Nikolai gogol, I think that's it so yeah

Angst/fluff

I wish you were here, this room is empty. White walls, heavy doors, thin white blankets, and chained blury windows.

This thin gown can't keep me warm. I know him. He just wants what's best for me. I guess that even means putting me in this room. This room to keep me safe.

Safe from me. No possibility of me hurting. I'm to sick leave this bed and to tired to talk. He says I'm helping him.

Im helping him cleanse the world of evil. So I guess if my pain will save the world I'll stay in this room.

Everybody else deserves to be happy and well so I'll hurt for them. If one death would save the world I'd die.

My body's purple now.

I hear a click at the heavy door. To my surprise it wasn't a anemic rat, it was his pet clown.

"QUIZZZZZ TIMEEEEEE! WHY AM I HERE INSTEAD OF DOS-KUN?! I THINK I HEARD YOU SAY CAUSE HES HAVING FUN! CORRECT!".

I looked at him. My eyes were heavy. But he did bring some color to the room. I smiled at him.

I opened my mouth to talk but I couldn't.

"Oh dove you still can't talk! I forgot! Dos-kun told me to take you outside to have some fun.".

He lied, either were not going to have fun or fyodor didn't tell him anything. Either way I was going to have to walk. I knew I couldn't but I was going to try anyway.

Fyodor knew If I could walk I'd escape from him. So he kept me physically, emotionally and mentally sick. I would have no choice to stay.

As soon as I got to my legs I collapsed, but Nikolai caught me.

"Silly me I forgot you can't walk guess I'll carry you.".

He picked me up as if I were a little kid.

"D-dont dr-rop.". I manged to get out.

"Oh dove I may be crazy but not only do we need you, Dos-kun would kill me, but I want to protect you from harm. Not like you can protect yourself in this state.".

I looked at him. Then laying on him. We proceeded to go through his cape.

We were in what seemed to be his house/apartment.

He went to put me down on his couch but he's so warm.

"Wait w-warm.".

He looked down at me.

"I guess we can go out later.". He picked me back up and took me to his bed. Laying me down cuddled with blankets, pillows and now a pet clown. I shut my eyes and finally went to sleep.

I woke up to Nikolai looking down at me.

"Am I a good pillow?". I realized how I was very much on him.

I nodded my head.

"You want to go outside for a bit dove?". He was using a soft tone.

He wasn't ever like this

Maybe because I'm a teenager but I don't know.

He got up "You slept threw the whole night, but the good thing is we have a whole day today and tomorrow, you know why?".

He leaned in close "I lied Dos-kun is away and he doesn't believe in your freedom so I'm here to show him that you're a good kid who won't run away. You see Dos-kun takes away your warmth so you can't sleep making you so tired that's why you slept for so long he wants you to be weak, weak without freedom. I'm here to give you freedom. To fly like a dove.".

He went to his closet and pulled out some clothes.

"Here's so clothes to wear so we're not caught. That sounds weird. I my dear am a very wanted person so I must look different and you can't really walk let alone the sun should hurt you eyes so if I were to be caught you wouldn't leave be caught up in it.".

What ever he said I guess.

I changed and so did he and he look pretty different

He picked me up and took me to wheel chair that he some how got, but I shouldn't question it.

He placed me in the chair and we Leigt looked like sibling going out for fun.

"F-flowers please.". I looked to him.

"You want flowers we will get flowers.".

We went to florist.

"Hi! What flowers are yall looking for!". She sounded very happy.

"What do you want dear?". Nikolai asked

While I could barely see I knew exactly what I want.

"R-rose and Lillys.".

"Of course dear I'll get right to that!".

The rest of day was amazing

I got flowers, yummy pastries and other stuff.

Who knew a deranged clown could be so kind. But at last we came back to his apartment/house.

He made dinner for us and helped me get to the bed. He tucked me in.

"Good night dove.".

I woke up

Back in the room

The room with white walls, a heavy door, thin blanket and blury chains windows. But now there wad a desk but with roses and lily's on top of it.

I heard the door click. An anemic rat with his pet clown walked in.

"You've proven yourself for now, you may keep your roses and lily's. Nikolai may visit you now and then. One thing. You may not regain full energy but.".

He stopped his words and Nikolais smile grew.

"YOU CAN HAVE A NICER BLANKET AND I CAN READ BED TIME STORYS TO YOU ONCE A WEEK!".

He ran over to with a puppy dog smile.

"Don't make regret this.". The anemic rat walked away throwing the key at the pet clown.

That was alot longer than I expected but I hope yall liked it!♡♡

[ashtheketchum]

A new family Part 7

A/N: I kind of conceived an idea as I'm currently writing the final chapters. Many of you like this story, but since it's coming to an end soon, I thought I'd keep writing little scenarios with this concept For example: How they would spend a time in winter or something like that- (Picture from Pinterest)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

Warnings: Mention of alcohol, Daryl is a softie

Masterlist!

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PoV Daryl:

I had called for (Y/N) and (D/N) because (D/N) was tired and should go to bed. I didn't actually mean to exclaim, but it just came out that way. However, before I could correct myself, (D/N) walked towards me with a bright smile and she weakly grabbed my hand. "Come with me, Daryl!" She said cheerfully. I gently squeezed her hand before we set off. (Y/N) and I helped her daughter with this. At some point we arrived and I looked into their room.

It only had a small bed and a couch. Somehow it felt wrong since I had a big bed and a couch. Before (D/N) could enter the room, I grabbed her shoulder. "Ya´ can sleep in ma room. I have more space…” I then murmured quietly. I looked at (Y/N), who looked at me uncertainly for a moment, but then nodded slightly. She grabbed the bags of herself and (D/N) before going out.

PoV (Y/N):

Daryl led us into his room, which actually had more space. A huge double bed and a couch that you could spread out. (D/N) immediately limped into the room and she threw herself on the bed. "This is the biggest room I've ever seen!" She then said happily. I had to smile, I hadn't seen her this happy in a long time. Daryl pushed me in gently. I looked back at him briefly, but he had turned his face away so he didn't have to look at me. "Thank you…" I just mumbled quietly. He just nodded slightly before I also went to the bed.

Daryl had left the room so I could get (D/N) ready for sleep. She cleaned herself again and changed into more comfortable clothes while I got the bed ready and turned off the lights. Only a small lamp was still burning. "I'm done!" She said happily as she came out. She slowly came towards me with her crutches before leaning them against the wall and lying down in bed. "I'm happy to be here…" (D/N) muttered as I tucked her in. "Me too… get some sleep now, I'll be outside for a while…" Before I could stand up, (D/N) grabbed my top. "Mom… I like Daryl…" Her eyes grew heavier as she said that. I sighed briefly before kissing her forehead. "I like him too… but now go to sleep, okay?" And with these words I stood up and went out.

Daryl was apparently waiting for me outside, because when I closed the door, he stood up straight and looked at me. "Is she ´sleep?" He asked. My heart warmed at the question. Even if he wouldn't admit it, he cared about us. At least about (D/N). So I nodded slightly and tilted my head briefly towards the door. "Yeah… do you want to say goodnight to her?" Daryl hesitated briefly. I couldn't see the exact emotion on his face, but then he nodded slightly. I opened the door quietly and Daryl stepped into the room. He walked quietly and slowly towards the bed until I heard him kneel down quietly.

PoV Daryl:

(Y/N) had closed the door slightly so that the bright light wouldn't shine into the room. I could see enough to get to the bed and I looked at (D/N) briefly. She just mumbled under her breath, which made me snort briefly. "Goodnigh´, lil´ brat…" I then murmured quietly. (D/N) hummed briefly before opening her eyes slightly. A tired smile played on her lips before she gently reached for my hand. I gently squeezed her hand again. "Good night, Daryl… I love you…" She then yawned softly before closing her eyes again and falling back asleep.

I remained silent for a moment, still holding her small hand, before I let go and left the room again. Once I was outside, (Y/N) closed the door again and she smiled slightly but looked at the ground. "She really likes you…" she then said. All I could do was stay still. I didn't know how to react to that. “I notice…” I then said. (Y/N) giggled quietly before going back to the others. I didn't move for a moment before I went to her. There was silence between us for a moment before we stood at the door frame to the others.

"I don't want to be rude…" (Y/N) started quietly. I looked at her, but we continued walking to the others. Her steps were slow, her voice was quiet so only I could hear her. "…but you're welcome to be part of our little family." She then said and smiled lovingly at me. I felt my heart stop for a moment and I tensed up slightly. What kind of control did this woman have over me? "Thanks…" I just mumbled quietly before we reached the others.

PoV (Y/N):

We continued to celebrate for a while, but the group continued to dwindle. First Lori, Rick and Carol went to their rooms, then Shane left, who looked very drunk, and then Dale and Glenn left. Andrea, Tdog, Daryl and Jacqui were only there when I said goodbye too. "Don't stay awake too long…" I simply took the right to share my concerns about the group as well.

They all looked at me gratefully for a moment before wishing me goodnight. I slowly went to Daryl's room where (D/N) was sleeping. Before I could open the door, I heard someone running towards me. Well, it was more like jogging. I turned around and saw Daryl walking towards me. He was swaying a little and had a whiskey bottle in his hand. Actually, I was always very afraid when someone came to me and my daughter with a bottle of alcohol. But Daryl seemed different. "Are you going to sleep yet?" I then asked quietly. Daryl just grumbled under his breath before shaking his head. "Wanted ta get ma ´hings out of there… I'll sleep in yar room." He slurred quietly to himself.

I just nodded silently before I quietly opened the door and went to the table lamp to turn it on. (D/N) continued to sleep soundly, I could hear her calm breathing. Daryl went to his backpack and grabbed it before heading to the door. "Daryl…!" I had to stop myself for a moment because my voice got a little louder. Luckily (D/N) continued to sleep and Daryl stayed still. He watched me walk up to him and gently take his backpack from him. “You’re welcome to… sleep here…” I then offered him. "Ya sure?" I could hear uncertainty in his voice. I nodded slightly at his question, with a gentle smile. "Yes…"

Daryl remained silent for a moment. His blue eyes were a little darker than they should have been, but they also shimmered slightly. The redneck then nodded slightly and I put his bag next to the couch. Daryl went into the bathroom to change into more comfortable clothes while I did the same by the couch. Somehow I was incredibly nervous; I hadn't slept in the same bed with a man for a long time. So I left my bra on as a precaution. When I was finished, I knocked softly on the bathroom door to let Daryl know I was ready.

The redneck came out of the bathroom and looked at me wearily. I smiled softly before making my way to the bed. However, Daryl didn't follow me, instead he walked towards the couch. "Daryl… there's still enough room here…" Even though I was scared, I wanted to keep him close. Even in sleep. Daryl looked at me, shocked but also tired. He then put the whiskey bottle away and slowly walked towards us. He carefully knelt on the bed and looked at me questioningly. "´re ya sure…?" I nodded slightly and smiled tiredly at him. I was used to the smell of alcohol anyway, so it wouldn't matter to me and (D/N) because she was used to the smell too.

Daryl murmured a quiet thank you before we lay down. (D/N) and Daryl lay on the sides while I lay in the middle. I immediately pulled (D/N) closer to me and I kissed her head gently. She immediately snuggled closer to me. "Goodnight, Daryl…" I murmured quietly and closed my eyes. "Goodnigh´… (Y/N)…" He then murmured too.

I slowly reached behind me for Daryl's hand to pull him closer to me. But he immediately withdrew his hand. I was briefly disappointed, but I also understood. Maybe it was a little too fast. But before I could think about it any further, I felt him wrap his arm around me and pull me against his chest. He buried his face in my shoulder. Smiling softly, I snuggle closer to him.

-> Next Chapter

[justin-chapmanswers]

Hello Mr.Chapman!

I wanted to bring this to your attention with the newest episode! I loved it, it was very good! however, there was this one scene that rubbed me and a bunch of other disabled people in the community the wrong way.

The scene with bot and telling Cabby the wrong information about them and then asking Cabby to not write anything down felt very off,, as someone who suffers bad memory loss from amnesia and such and tends to write things down to remember really threw me and a bunch of others off! i’m really hoping you and the team can bring this up and talk about it and listen to us on this topic! it would mean a lot to me and the other disabled people in the community ❤️

Hello!

Sorry for the delayed response to this conversation, we've all been traveling and I just arrived back home. But yes! Received a lot of questions regarding this here on Tumblr (as well as positive messages that I super-appreciate but of course this deserves to be addressed first), and I definitely want to hit on it before I get swept away again.

Thank you (and everyone!) for all of your messages regarding this topic. I have been reading and ingesting so much of this conversation and am very glad for everyone who's spoken up on the topic. I understand there had been debate regarding what's right and what's wrong with this angle of the Bot-Cabby story, and Cabby's depiction as a whole, but I'd like to put all the comments on the side of "I don't see it that way because xyz" to the side for the purpose of this post (although I appreciate your perspective as well, especially those who personally connect to the material).

I do want to start the dive-in with a sorry to who felt overwhelmed by this conversation as a whole, because clearly elements within the writing could have been tweaked and we wouldn't be needing to have this conversation. But absolutely a good one to have, anyway, because the show's history has been far from perfect in this regard. And, even more-so, want to say sorry to anyone who felt personally hurt by anything in the episode that read as ableist. While this was far from any intention, it certainly lead to plenty of hurt.

I figure I'll try to lay out as much of this conversation as I can, so it's clean and transparent all in one place, but of course feel free to keep the conversation going. It shouldn't end with me, whether that's more asks here or in your own circles.

I'll start with intentions within the writing regarding the more common talking points of the episode, and then hit on where things could have been corrected in execution. As Anonymous noted earlier, there's the segment where Bot presents Cabby with incorrect information. Understandably, leading a lot of people to feel uncomfortable with how this affects Cabby, who has difficulty with information. On my end, this was never really desired for this to come across as good normal healthy behavior. With the queer narrative in mind, Bot is insecure and uses this as a device to cope with their stress over being put under a microscope while they're still learning to feel confident. And have a Bow file in front of them. Hence Bot rejecting open-communication about Test Tube, offered by Cabby early on, to continuing to make outlandish claims about themself, as well as opening up authentically with true statements once they felt that safety and connection that they've needed. Starting the two off in a really rough place, and eventually getting the two to hear each other a little better and start communicating more healthily.

But does that make it any more comfortable to watch when you have Cabby's history in mind? Probably not. Perhaps out of all criticisms that had been laid out, this is the only one that I had not considered coming up in the many months since this episode's been written, until episode release. No excuse, that's on me. I think a lot of it was softened in my head by the fact that Bot had been completely unaware of all Cabby goes through, and that when Bot finally gains some insight, they soften up towards Cabby. I've seen others levy that note in these discussions, but ultimately it's not my place to say. I completely see now why this can be discomforting, especially in its presentation as being doing in such a light playful manner, no matter whether or not it was intended to be seen as a flaw that is fixed in the context of the episode.

There's also the other note that Anonymous mentioned here, regarding Bot telling Cabby to not write anything down. Intentions aren't too different are exciting, all very similar to last time regarding queer insecurity, Bot not understanding Cabby's situation, and the goal for the episode being to show they start in an unhealthy place and land in a good one. I think where a lot of that falters, were that to be the right starting place for the story at all (and understandable if you argue that it shouldn't have been) is not giving Cabby more support before the end of the episode to show that Bot understands them as much as Cabby gets to prove she's gotten to understand Bot.

There was initially space given to that in the episode but to try to tighten things a bit, we figured it'd be okay to hold onto that since there's still time to explore that. But I've given the advice before, even within the II team, to make sure that these types of issues conclude within the context of the episode as to not give any wrong ideas as-to what the takeaway should be. Unfortunately, I overlooked my own advice this time around. I do like the moments given to Bot and Cabby to show that they have learned to support one-another after learning about each other on an intimate level, but I think it's important to vocalize what these understandings are more explicitly.

Aaaaand also in general I've been wishing that I had made that moment a little softer, were it to be there at all. Between script completion and episode release I'm always poking holes in what I've written, especially as I watch it go from page to screen and things may get adapted in ways I didn't (but often should have) anticipated. That line in particular I've found to be pretty harsh in vibe for a while now, so we're on the same page. If it had to be a beat, I think something softer and more communicative could have been helpful. I do think it's fair for Bot to want to put up boundaries, but it could have been an open dialogue on the subject.

The thought then was that while Bot has discomfort with Cabby, due to their difficult history, they would offer Cabby an alternative accommodation via a more healthy form of communication and repetition that could then work as a compromise. But yeah, completely see why that's also a point of iffiness too, as the files are the intended accommodation. This was all less intended to be another finger-wag at Cabby's files in the way that was presented before Cabby returned to the game, but more-so to highlight how difficult the subject is for Bot. But the way that this could ignite both side of the coin should've been accounted for.

On a similar note, there was another point brought up in a separate ask-

"did she really have to us her file as a ramp? i hope that this isn’t going to go into the direction of ‘oh she’s cured now!’"

Similar to above, it's another case of me mentally prioritizing the story of Bot for their concluding-ish episode and their bond with Cabby, as opposed to Cabby as an individual. I had a visual in mind for a very long time of the Bow file crushed at the end of Bot's journey without any intention of it reflecting on how Cabby uses files, but rather about Bot feeling more comfortable in their robotic skin and others understanding them as an individual.

That is to say, no, there was never any intention that this would indicate that Cabby is done with using her files to collect information for better-navigating their life, and for her broader love of information-gathering. it is just to say, whether correct or not to implement, that they understand Bot's boundaries and see why having a Bow file for Bot can be seen as distasteful, now that they better understand who Bot is. Cabby still has the files, and there's always been every desire to continue to shed light on her story and perspective in the future. And now, with more consideration.

An aside, I suppose, but I do love Cabby. One of my favorites, always has been. In every episode I've written with her in which she is a notable character so far (10, 11, 14), I've wanted to lean into exploring how Cabby navigates difficult social scenarios in which, no matter how strained it may be at the start, we land in a place of others learning to see the plentiful good in her and/or show that they're willing to stick by her side wholeheartedly. With the Indefinite Islanders, Yin-Yang, Bot, etc. I say all of this to try to clarify that I've never had any intention of vilifying Cabby, and I'm really sorry to all of those who connect closely to her who feel as though I was trying to make her out to be a bad person. Again, although the intention was never negative, it's the outcome that matters most- so I am sorry.

And I'm not looking for anyone to write to me "great, all good now, all forgiven" or anything. I'm just looking to continue an important conversation. I know even before the episode's release, there's been plenty of this discussion here on Tumblr, which I am appreciative to have been able to look through and analyze as thoroughly as I can to understand every angle.

But yes, thanks for bearing through this long block of text. If anything comes across as messy, apologies, running on two or three or so hours of sleep, but I am happy to hit on anything that needs clarification or other elements later after work. I don't see myself making any big posts like this again soon, but at the very very least I'll read over what's sent in the ask box as always.

While I'm good with any and all continued conversation, my only request is that you all please just go easy on the rest of the crew. It's been a very emotionally-intense last few weeks, and a lot of the team is just in an overwhelmed state at the moment for a thousand different reasons. They're all trying their best to do and handle everything. But it can be a lot, especially when it's dealing with the Internet, and when it's thousands of voices screaming in your direction all at once. Thank you!

[dazeddoodles]

Given that the Human AU takes place in the 90s (we know the hags are in their mid 40s during the series + late 40s in the timeskip so we can assume the Clawthorne sisters & Raine likely meet in the late 80s early 90s) Raine wouldn't have a way to describe themself - as the term non-binary didn't even exist - while the idea of gender nonconformity was a thing there wasn't really a widely known term, meaning the poor thing lacked a proper way to describe their gender expression :( I can't find a clear source for when the term non-binary was coined - but the most popular answer seems to be the early 2000s? (somebody correct me if I'm wrong) The way Raine would've describe themself would likely be genderqueer, as that term gained popularity with lgbtq+ advocates in the early 1990s. While Raine wouldn't have a proper label to describe their gender expression, they would still have the concept of they/them pronouns (gender neutral pronouns for an individual have been around since the 1400s <3)

I got similar results when I looked it up, which is why I'm kinda vague about Raine's gender identity in human AU drawings that take place when they're kids (drawings of them as adults take place modern day so I use those terms then). If it had to come up I'd probably have someone say "They're not a boy or girl".

But they do use gender-neutral pronouns. Although I'm aware that realistically most people (like school staff) probably would not refer to them like that, again that's not something I want to focus on (that's for a different Au)

On Instagram, I threw around the idea that young human Raine, the little trickster, lied about being a girl or a boy depending on the situation (ex: "This is the girl's bathroom!" "I know I'm a girl???"). To the point that none of the students (except Eda and co.) knows their actual gender.

Alternatively, you can interpret it as while at school Raine is viewed and referred to strictly as a boy or girl (by teachers and other students) offscreen. But the focus is on their relationship with Eda so we only see her refer to them correctly.

[atlasnolan]

“eavesdrop”

"He hired me on the spot, I swear to ya and if I swear to ya I wouldn't lie to ya because I'd only do that if I'm lying to ya, truthfully. He said 'Atlas, you remind me of me when I was your age but you're more interesting looking and American and a real go-getter. I need you to work for me, the hotel just won't run without you, mate.'"

By then, Atlas was trying on a British accent for size and executing it badly as he spun a yarn on FaceTime on the phone to Marisol who worked at the Super 8 motel in Orlando. He had been intending to tell his mother his good news, but it was clear from the fourth attempt at calling and the vaguely familiar receptionist who had her phone that that it was anyone's guess when he would actually be able to speak to her.

"Jasper Morgan, you do know who I'm talking about. He was in Tyrant!"

There's a pause before Marisol catches up, able to put a face to the name he kept talking about. Once they're on the same page, he continues.

"Anyway, like I was saying. I almost didn't take it because I've been beating away job offers left and right. Everyone wants a bit of Atlas but there's only one Atlas to go around, that's the problem."

He glances around fast like his sister might appear and correct him on the fact his many offers were more like one-point-five, but he realises fast that was an unfounded worry.

( She was off working her actual job. )

"Wicked cool guy though, probably should have been James Bond at some point. His favorite song is my song, did you know that? I suppose you wouldn't know that, would you. But now you do. It's At Last by Etta James, the one that sounds like she's saying Atlaaaasssss. That's a stroke of luck, isn't it? He definitely could have got me tasered by hotel security but he didn't. That was real nice of him."

When the receptionist insists that she has to go, Atlas almost knocks his phone off coffee table it was propped up on against his half-drank beer so he could talk hands free.

"Okay, I won't keep you but when you see my mom will you tell her what I told you exactly like I told you? Jasper Morgan. Atlas. Job. And that I'm really great and she should call me."

He knows none of those things singularly or combined were bait enough for the wiley woman who had birthed him, so he threw in what he knew would cinch the deal.

"And tell her that when I get paid I'll send her some money. If she calls me. Alright, thanks, thanks. Look after yourself, Mar. Bye, bye, byebyebye."

send me   “eavesdrop”   and my muse will describe your muse like they’re talking to a third party. // @jaspermorgan

[deepsix-writing]

Fix You. Chapter 4 of 5.

After the events of Marble Hornets, Tim is left to pick up the pieces of what is left of his old life. One piece in particular threatens to slip from his fingers, but he is resolved to not repeat history.

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…As it turned out, that cash might as well have been Tim's, because he ended up using it immediately. No, it wasn't something he was proud of, and no, it wasn't something he had planned on. The day that it had happened, it was just unavoidable.

It was the afternoon after he'd first 'found' the money that Tim had used it. He'd showered and gotten ready to drive downtown as usual, but when he put his keys in his old beater car's ignition, he was met with a concerning KR-CHNK. The only thing that had ended up being able to convince it out of his driveway was a tow-truck.

Engine issues. They were never cheap, especially when Tim's car had fallen into the state of disrepair it had. As it turned out, all those months of not taking care of himself had also applied to his car. Between paying for the tow truck, getting the engine fixed, and calling a cab to the repair shop, the stolen money was the only thing he had left to cover it all. Hell, by the time he made it back home that evening, he didn't even have enough to order takeout. Brian and him spent the evening scraping the back of the freezer for something to eat. Tim assured the man that he'd get his paycheck from the antique store the very next day. He still couldn't find it in himself to break the news to Brian that he hadn't actually found a job at all.

The thing was, Brian was so happy. Throughout the months they'd been reunited, that miracle of a man had been building his strength tenfold every day. He'd weaned himself off most of the painkillers (much to the doctor's amazement) and hadn't given the wheelchair a second glance when they returned it. He still needed the crutches, but he always spun it with a smile, saying it wouldn't be long before he didn't need them anymore. And even when the doctor corrected him and told him he may very well need some kind of mobility aid for the indefinite future, it rolled off his back like it was nothing.

"I'd look pretty badass with a cane, don't you think?"

Tim agreed one thousand percent. He definitely would. For that same reason, Tim readily volunteered funds to get him the most well-crafted, badass cane that money could afford, should that time come. He just needed to save up enough to follow through on that promise.

But now, now, he could get those funds. A week had passed since Tim had gotten the car fixed, and most afternoons from then on were all the same: completely unknown to him. The plus was that every evening, he came back to consciousness in his bathroom with a full wallet. His knuckles cycled through nearly every color of the rainbow, and the bills remained green.

"Those armoires must be hell to move around, huh." Brian motioned to Tim's hands one day when they were settled down at the couch, eating dinner. Tim was confused at first, and threw him a matching look.

"…Antique stores have a lot of those, don't they?"

"Oh," Tim fumbles, "Yeah. Lots of heavy furniture… we just call them dressers here, though." It's a piss-poor save, but he throws a pointed smirk Brian's way anyways. Brian rolls his eyes before finishing his food.

"Okay, Mr.Alabama."

It feels like he's leading a double life, the way Tim goes about his daily routine. At least, it did… but Tim didn't feel as bad about it anymore as he felt he should. When he came back to consciousness in the evenings, he didn't feel his heart wrench in his chest anymore. His muscles wouldn't tense. It felt awful to even admit to himself, but he almost felt...

Relieved.

As long as he looks the other way, Tim can pretend everything is fine. He can smile and act like there's nothing to worry about. He can laugh and say yes, that armoire was hell to move around. I'll be more careful next time.

Tim didn't have to worry about getting a job anymore. He didn't have to worry about how soul-sucking that would be anymore and he didn't have to worry about shitty coworkers anymore. The day just slipped by, like sand falling from his fingers. And he let it.

He could spend all his waking hours doing the only thing he ever cared about doing, now: being with Brian. Now, he had the energy to help the man with dinner. They watched old shows, went out in the backyard more, and talked deep into the night. With the steady income, they even had enough extra to spend a few evenings in Tuscaloosa, too. They got to go out for drinks once, just like Brian had promised they would months ago.

It wasn't like Tim was running around in the mask, anyways. They'd done more than burn the thing, he and Brian had smashed it to pieces! Whatever Tim was doing during the day, his face was attached. And if it was really that bad, what he was doing, he would have been arrested by now. So he had that going for him.

Brian found himself something to do during the day, too: a job at the grocery store just a short walk away from their house. Tim had driven him there at first, but it was only a few weeks before Brian insisted he could get there himself. The doctor had swapped out his old crutches for newer ones that he could balance with his forearms instead of armpits, and Brian was over the moon about it.

"I'll still take that cane, though, if the doctor ever clears me for it." Nothing but optimism in his tone.

He's trying to leave you, Tim had heard from the hallway the moment the door shut, and he was left alone. On days Brian was out of the house, he didn't bother going to 'work'.

"He's not. He just wants to feel useful. That's what he said." Tim frowns the thought away and goes to the kitchen to do the dishes instead. But he doesn't get to rinse off a single plate before he blacks out again.

When he came back to consciousness, Tim wasn't in his bathroom like he usually was. Instead of the yellow wash of his buzzing bathroom light, his shoulders were draped with cold dappled moonlight. The sound of leaves rustling in the wind and cicada calls filled his ears. An owl hooted in the distance. A chill clung to his body. He knew exactly where he was, and it brought dread bolting through his body as fast as lightning.

His footsteps pounded the earth in rhythm with his heart beat as he searched the moonlit park for a sign of a path, a walking trail, anything that might lead him out. Out, he needed out. This was his line, and it had been crossed. The blackouts he could handle, but only if he resurfaced in his home, in a sense of control. Here, there was nothing, nothing but him, nothing but gravel underfoot, nothing but night air against the thump of his racing heart. He needed to get home, he needed to run faster. Follow the gravel, leave the park.

This is madness. This isn't real. I can't repeat the doctors. I can't repeat any of it.

Tim runs and runs until the woods around him finally (and mercifully) thin out. The forest has surrendered him, but in its place grows a gaze he feels pinned to the back of his head. It burns holes into him. His slowed gait threatens to hasten once more as he turns to the city street that leads to his home, but right as he was about to turn to confront the eyeless stare following him, he blacked out again.

...And when he was back in his bathroom, just as he had wanted, he woke up in blood. So much blood. Looking in the bathroom mirror, it was more than he had ever seen before. It filled his nose, soured his mouth, washed his skin and clothes in shades of crimson he'd never before been able to fathom.

Then suddenly, a hand hooked itself onto his arm. A shadow moved over his vision.

You're a murderer, you know. The figure breathed, and the shadow lowered over his face.

In the mirror, he could see it: the mask, painted in just as much red as he was, pressed to his face by a pair of hands that trailed up to a smiling face with square glasses and a smirk.

Through and through… you're like an animal. Alex laughs, and the sound is grating and toxic. Rough as sandpaper, it scratches Tim's ears.

You can't change what you are.

"Stop!" Tim seethes at the face in the mirror, and before he can hold himself back, he winds his fist and pummels it into the mirror.

Then Tim wakes up. He's still in the bathroom, but Alex is gone, as is the mask, as is the gallons of blood. Everything was fine, save for his heart beating a mile a minute and a rapping on the door that was nearly as fast.

"Tim, Tim! Are you okay?" Brian's voice was urgent and concerned.

"Uh… Yeah… Yeah." Tim didn't even say it with enough conviction to persuade himself. He grimaced. Brian jiggled the doorknob from outside.

"Unlock the door?"

Tim did, but otherwise he felt frozen in place. Brian looked at Tim, then to the mirror. Then, so did Tim.

"…Shit." The mirror was still broken. The glass was completely fragmented; it diced up his reflection into neat portions. But Brian regarded it carefully. He didn't seem as phased.

"What happened?" It's something he asks as he shoulders past Tim to reach under the cabinet. He pulls out the first-aid kit. It's only then that Tim realizes his hand is bleeding. Crimson drips down onto the white laminate countertop from thick rivulets on his knuckles.

"…Shit," He repeats, and fumbles for words all the way through Brian's help. "I didn't mean to. I mean… I mean I did, but I didn't think… I didn't think it was…"

Brian wraps the last of a bandage around Tim's knuckles. He doesn't have to finish the thought for them both to know.

Real. He hadn't thought it was real.

Tim grimaces as he shows his thanks by putting up the first-aid kit himself. When Brian leaves and returns with a broom for the glass, Tim takes care of that himself, too. He stops meeting Brian's gaze when it starts to linger for a little too long. The man is thinking of something to say. Tim can tell.

"…When's the last time you took your–" It was another thought that didn't need to be finished.

"-I don't need those. It's been better, lately. It's been good."

"That's just begging for something bad to happen though, isn't it?"

Tim felt the exact opposite: like acknowledging the problem would mean admitting that there was one to begin with. But the sentiment didn't make it to his lips. "This was a… a one-off. Won't happen again."

Brian frowns. "Until it does. This isn't good, Tim. This isn't good."

Tim frowns too, and it sours into an ugly, upset grimace. "...Please don't make me do it, Brian. I can't… the last time I was on them, I-"

"This isn't like last time," Brian interrupts. "But I'm not gonna make you do anything. If you don't wanna take them, I can't stop you. But I also know they could help you. I can't stay and watch you crash and burn, Tim. I care about you too much for that."

What could Tim possibly say to argue? Brian always had him beat. The very next week, Brian came with him to a doctor's appointment not a block away from the rehabilitation center Tim had picked Brian up from what felt like an eternity ago. It was the last thing he'd wanted to do... but for Brian, he'd suck it up.

Turns out, the entire process hadn't been too bad. They ran a few blood tests (not his favorite), but most of the other clinical jargon they'd been able to pull out of an old file of his. By the end of the appointment, he'd already gotten a prescription. They told him to come back in a week to review how it was working for him.

By the morning, he was in his bathroom with a pill in one hand and a cup of water in the other. Brian had reminded him to take it when he'd heard the man stir from the couch. The door was closed behind him now, but Brian's encouragement still rang in his ears.

He takes a breath. Tim knows this will be the first of countless pills he has to take, and the little round tablet feels heavier than it should in his palm. His hand lowers from the weight, and presses itself against the stained laminate countertop.

He shouldn't be alive.

Tim sucks in a breath… Maybe I should have gotten these earlier.

…Or maybe I shouldn't have at all.

Tim's open palm turns into a fist. He sets the water on the counter.

Tim was still in control. He would have admitted something was wrong if he'd woken up covered in blood, but the thing was, he hadn't. That had been a hallucination. Tim knew that, now, and now that he knew, he wasn't going to let it get the better of him again. He only went along with getting the meds to ease Brian's mind. Tim didn't want him to move out. Not yet.

Brian was in a position where he could do that now, too. It was almost awful how much Tim hated that fact. Between his transition to the forearm crutches to holding down a stable job, it was completely feasible. Not comfortable by any means, but feasible. And it hadn't even been a year since he'd come out of the hospital.

How dare he. Tim's fist tightened. How dare he be so happy, so quickly, like none of it even happened. How dare he move on when I'm still wading through the wreckage.

He took a breath, realizing how insane his thoughts would sound if he dared put them into words. Sure, it was difficult to not resent the man after having bounced back from the grave and practically ascending to heaven right after. It was tough having to sit through the man's stories from his new job about his new coworker friends. Even more difficult was hearing about the woman he worked with and the smiles that came with her. The extra details Brian gave when he talked about her were like hot knives in Tim's skin. But he grit his teeth and smiled back. He told the man he was happy for him.

And he was. He wanted to be, at least. Tim sighed. He wanted to be happy, too…

Which was why he flushed the pill. If he stopped blacking out, it meant no more money. It meant less of his conscious hours being spent with Brian. It meant his old job all over again, it meant everything all over again. He couldn't do it.

What he could do was stay in control. It would be one hell of a balancing act, but that was how it needed to be. Tim vowed if he ever did wake up in blood, that was where he'd draw the line.

So every morning, another pill would go down the drain. And a week after he'd 'started' on them, he went back to the doctor's office. Alone. He'd insisted to Brian that he could handle it by himself, that he wanted to. He told the doctors that the dosages were fine, and before leaving the office, he conveniently forgot to schedule another appointment. He made it another two weeks before Brian started asking questions.

"How was your appointment yesterday?" They were both sitting at the dining table and looking at a stack of papers when it happened. Brian's tone was casual, but something about it seemed pointed.

"Fine."

"...You swapped the dates from Fridays to Thursdays, then?" Brian followed up.

Shit. Tim fidgeted. "Yeah. Fits my work schedule better."

"I thought you were only free on Fridays."

Tim's stare freezes on the paper he holds. He pretends he's so focused on it that he didn't hear Brian. But Brian continues.

"I want you to be honest with me, Tim."

I want to be, too. Tim thinks, but Brian isn't done. "I know you're not taking the meds. I get it. You're scared, whatever. I'm not mad about that."

Tim looks at him over the paper and over his bruised knuckles. A spark of hope ignites him.

"…I just don't get where the money's coming from." Brian admits, and the spark snuffs itself out. Tim's gaze solidifies on the table's wood grain. But Brian doesn't speak up again. It's Tim's turn to bat.

"It's… still a job. Pays the bills. What's it matter?"

"It matters to me. Because every day you're coming home all… I don't know. Roughed up. And you've been lying to me. Why?"

Tim lets the paper drift down to the table. He gives an exasperated shrug; even though he's had this conversation in his head a thousand times, his mouth can't keep up the pace. "Because it doesn't matter, okay? I'm getting money, I'm coming back in one piece, who cares if I know what I do to get it?"

Brian is the one who freezes next. "...You don't know how you get it, either."

"I misspoke." Tim lies. Brian sees right through.

"Why wouldn't you tell me that you're blacking out again? You don't think I'd wanna know that?"

"I didn't say that. Didn't think that. I just. I just…"

"-Didn't think I'd find out?"

"No. I know you're not dumb. Just…" Tim's exasperation doesn't aid his words. "...didn't wanna acknowledge it." Brian's gaze is intense on him.

"Well, you've got to, Tim."

"Says who?"

"It'll only get worse if you don't. You know that. You could be fucking hurting people, Tim."

"I know…"

Brian pauses. It's a horrific, weighty pause with the gravity of all the planets in the solar system put together. His next words are icy.

"...What do you mean, 'you know'?"

"I…" Words don't come to Tim any easier. His gaze trips on the table, and Brian's is trained on him like the dual barrel of a shotgun.

"-I mean I know, okay? But it's not like there's blood or anything."

"Are you kidding me, Tim?" Brian doesn't raise his voice, but it's obvious he wants to. "Look, I-"

"No. You look! I'm getting money! I don't have to work some shitass job with people I don't care about for eight awful hours a day and I don't have to worry about anything other than being here. It's a fucking blessing, Brian."

Brian deadpanned at Tim for a long, hard moment. Tim had never seen him like this before. The man shook his head, wordlessly, and got himself up to his feet with his crutches. He turned to leave.

"Brian-" Tim got up to his feet, too.

"No. I can't talk to you right now. You're not thinking straight."

That shotgun had just pummeled a round straight into his heart. "No! We can talk about this. Come back!" He darts forwards, and grabs one of Brian's crutches.

"I said no, Tim. Let go." His head is turned away from Tim. But Tim doesn't let go.

"It's not just random people you're hurting, Tim. It's me, too. And it's you."

"I'm happier than I've ever been, Brian. You're alive."

"Then I'm not happy. And you shouldn't be, either."

Tim lets go. But his gaze stays pinned to the man's back as he ambles down the hall and to the bedroom. He doesn't meet Tim's eye when he turns to lock the door behind himself.

The next day is full of strain between them. Brian only leaves the bedroom when he has to leave for work, and when he comes back, he shuts himself back inside.

'I'm moving out' are the next words Tim hears from the man. Tim was by the sink at the time; his back was turned, and he was getting ready to wash the small mountain of dishes on the counter. A layer of water sat in the sink, reflecting Tim's face as it turned to stone. He heard the rustle of a bag against Brian's side as he shifted his weight on his crutches.

"Why."

"You know why."

"How."

"...My old landlord. Got a friend to give me a ride. I'll be fine."

Tim knows he will, and for some reason, that boils the blood in his veins. It was probably that same coworker he'd been talking about before that was giving him a ride, too. Tim's stare melts a hole into the faucet. It leaks blood.

"...We can still hang out. I'll call. You need to take those meds, Tim. You can't live like this. You're the only one that can fix yourself."

Tim doesn't reply. He tries to ignore the stare fixed to his back.

"I'm leaving now, Tim."

Tim grips the sides of the sink. His head lowers, and his laser stare burns into the water. The face that he sees reflected in it smirks at him with square glasses. Crimson leeches into the water. He seethes.

"This is for the best." Brian continues.

Tim still says nothing.

"Tim."

"…You shouldn't be alive."

There's a heavy pause, but no response. Footsteps fade away from behind Tim, then he hears the door shut, then he hears a car pull out of his driveway.

Brian is gone. His fading footsteps rattle and repeat in Tim's mind. He grips the sides of the sink tighter, and his knuckles go white. A sick, festering feeling opens up like a feverish wound inside him, and suddenly, when he does wake up with real blood on his hands later that night, it's the last thing he could ever care about.

[nrc-asteryn-crew]

[ The video starts with a greeting.

"Aros~!!!" Pomefiores Cameraman calls out, filming the corridor. "Wait shit— don't tell vil said that." The camera is fumbled with, grumbling can be heard.

The view turns to the window, and a sleek glove and black arm are seen opening the window. The camera zooms in on two students, chasing a third and fighting each other on the way.

The chasers, nor recognisable, were Scarabias Tiger and Octavinelles Great Shark. The chased, the Mouse of Heartslabyul.

"Geez, I wonder what he did today."

The video ends with a wave to the camera. ]

And here I was, trying to make a super cool video for you, Aros. My crew is very fight happy. It has me concerned even!

Have a great day you all~

— Pomefiores Cameraman, the crew @nrc-extras

Edit; concerned? Don't make me laugh. You threw your glove at me.

— Scarabias Tiger, the crew @nrc-extras

You have recieved (1) Notification from Aros Clairze-Allaine , @nrc-asteryn-crew ]

[ There is a slight pause, for a couple of the seconds, while the camera is propped up on what seemed to be a specially made stand, proper lighting coming through the back, just as one would expect from a celebrity like Aros was.

The phone's camera was positioned so that Aros' upper torso and face were visible and centered in the camera, much like one would present themselves in a typical video call.

"Hello, Ah- ...Raven? Is- it alright to call you that? I'll assume so, for now, however please feel free to correct me if there is another term you'd rather me use."

He greeted, with a small, polite nod.

"It is certainly... a change of pace to have a video such as this in my inbox. Your 'super cool video' has been received with amusement. Your crew seem like a lively bunch, as is the 'crew' I too find myself in. They are... very, 'fight happy', as well.

"My my, I am no such thing! Your words truly wound me, Aros."

Another voice chimed in, sounding to be farther away from the camera than Aros was. Aros stepped back, and turned his head around, for a brief moment, solidifying this belief, scoffing, though fondly.

"Would it kill you to not eavesdrop for once in your life, Crimson?"

Aros spoke exasperatedly, bringing his attention back to the camera after he had glared half-heartedly at Crimson, and spun the phone into a landscape position instead, the camera now capturing more of his room behind him, featuring Crimson sprawled out onto his bed, messing up what was otherwise quite a neat area.

"Who knows! I certainly wouldn't want to try it. Who knows what would happen!"

Crimson responded, with an exaggerated, yet obviously fake gasp, his tone filled with cheek and sarcasm alike.

Aros rolled his eyes at Crimson's antics, before addressing the camera again.

"I shan't drag this on too much longer, though I do send my well wishes to... uhm- was that... Mouse, perhaps? And Tiger and Shark. I hope they haven't gotten themselves into... too much trouble."

He spoke, with a slight chuckle, while Crimson can be seen grinning amusedly at Aros as he spoke, sitting on the edge of his bed now.

"If there's anything you need, Raven, even if trivial, feel free to keep reaching out."

"Say Hi to Shark-ie for me, whoever's watching! Hm... I do wonder which traits of theirs are more shark-like. Ehe~"

Crimson piped up, having suddenly popped up behind Aros, in a tone that sounded equal parts teasing, and serious, throwing up finger guns at the camera, accompanied by a playful wink.

"Sure. And that, I suppose."

Aros tagged on, about to give the camera a wave when-

"Oh oh! If you find out what Mouse-y did to get chased by the others, I'd be very amused to kno-ww~!"

Crimson continued, in a singsong voice, giving the camera finger hearts, seeming very content to be messing with Aros, as well as the people who would inevitably be watching the video later, all at once.

"As long as you're not planning on using it for blackmail, or some kind of business leverage..."

Aros responded with a sigh, raising an eyebrow at Crimson, who only giggled in response, blowing Aros a kiss with teasing grin.

Aros just sighed, and turned back to (finally) give a polite wave to the camera, Crimson giving a much bigger wave in the back, before the video abruptly ends. ]

- Aros (and Crimson)

[aoyama-division]

Tomi's Thoughts on Niigata Division

Seiji Tsukimoto

"The Chief of the Japanese Police Department, if I'm not mistaken, which I'm usually not. My parents have frequently tried to invite him over to many of our galas, but he always refuses, citing that, 'He's too busy', or 'On an important case', or some other excuse. Truthfully, I think that's just his way of trying to avoid being associated with our family. Peh, more's the pity for him, I suppose. There's much that could be done if he had my family backing him..."

Lyall Shiba

"Ugh, I remember this young man. Before he was an "officer of the law", he used to be a handsome model; the most popular one in Japan, if memory serves me right. Truthfully, I don't know why that was warrant enough for him to attend our parties, but my parents always stressed to make as many connections as I could. Peh, I could gladly do without this one. Him and his sister knew next to nothing about high society."

"Speaking of which, that sister of his is banned from attending any soiree here in Aoyama again, after the stunt she pulled the last time she was here. That wench threw a very rich glass of chardonnay in my face after she misinterpreted a compliment I had given her! Peh, I suppose that's what happens when we let peons associate with the rich."

Ayumu Hayami

"Ah, Hayami-san. I know of him because he used to attend several soirees here in Aoyama, along with his wife. However, after the scandal that arose when it was discovered she was cheating on him... it was all that we here in Aoyama would speak about for several months. I suppose it's no surprise we didn't see either him or his wife after that. His younger sister attends in his place. However, I try not to associate with her unless necessary. She obviously dislikes these parties and just attends them out of necessity. Peh, she and Luis would get along fabulously if they met one another."

"Speaking of his wife, did you know that woman is actually in charge of the department that my mother works for? I'd thought my mom would be upset about working under someone younger than her, but she seems to have nothing but good things to say about her, which is odd since I know my mother doesn't care for anyone in Chuohku. How strange..."

Valor Guard

"The Chief of the Police teaming up with a homicide detective and a paramedic. I suppose it wouldn't be too far-fetched to say that they may have something to do with that team from Kanazawa, correct? I wasn't aware crime was so low that the police needed to get involved in a rap tournament. ...But I suppose that's none of my concern. So long as they do not bother me or my cohorts, we've no need to get involved with them."

[sabrinasfeather]

Me rn: Hun, I tried explaining in a respectful matter why you’re Gale takes are weird interpretations but even agreed with you at times. You’ve basically just said the same shit for 3 separate posts, all of which I counteracted. Lmao Gale is the entitled nice guy? I don’t think he was the one who ghosted Katniss and threw statues at her when she kissed someone else (But wait, remember who DID that 🤗) And I really don’t get why you’ve brought up the beach kiss? That doesn’t make any sense. You’re really skewing the narrative and hold Gale to far different standards to Peeta.

no I do not hold double standard because the difference is Peeta realizes he was wrong and apologizes and changes his behavior Gale doesn't. if Peeta continue to act the way Gale was I would not be on either team. also he didn't throw the statue because of the kiss he was mad because Katniss and Haymitch because they didn't tell him about Snow's visit and because of that innocent people got killed because he gave money to rue and Thresh family like seriously didn't you read the books.

(And as for your other ask, you brought up what Liam Hemsworth said? I love Liam but Idgaf what his take is on Katniss and Gale bc he and I can have different interpretations! I don’t agree or really care what he thinks of it lol. You clearly just want the last word, have at it. It’s weird as hell that Peeta manipulating Katniss into a relationship, stalking her, ghosting her, and making her extremely uncomfortable at times is sweet and romantic, yet Gale stopping Katniss from kissing him makes him the devil. Goodbye)

this is a quote from Peeta catching Fire( He takes a deep breath. "Look, Katniss, I've been wanting to talk to you about the way I acted on the train. I mean, the last train. The one that brought us home. I knew you had something with Gale. I was jealous of him before I even officially met you. And it wasn't fair to hold you to anything that happened in the Games. I'm sorry."

There's nothing for you to be sorry about. You were just keeping us alive. But I don't want us to go on like this, ignoring each other in real life and falling into the snow every time there's a camera around. So I thought if I stopped being so, you know, wounded, we could take a shot at just being friends," he says.) Peeta was also very upset about the engagement as well he didn't want to get married like that because he knew Katniss didn't want it and he respected her boundaries. he also got her a locket with gale inside it and was basically telling her I know you love him and I want you to create a life with him and I want you to be happy even if it's not with me. does that sound like he's being manipulative does that's sound like he's being a nice guy does that sound like he's trying to force a relationship on her. No so I have no clue how you got that idea but it really just goes to show you weren't really paying attention. but you know who was actually being pushy with a romantic relationship with Katniss Gale and here's proof.

("Tell me about it," I say. "If I could've just hated him in the arena, we all wouldn't be in this mess now. He'd be dead, and I'd be a happy little victor all by myself."

"And where would we be, Katniss?" asks Gale.)

and mind you this happened right after katniss told him she can't be even think about a relationship right now because she's scared of getting killed and her family getting killed and mind you this also happened right after the quarter quells was announced. so maybe it's Gale who's actually pushing for a relationship not Peeta. also Peeta wasn't stalking again I have no idea how you even got that seriously the boy just had a crush.

and as for the Liam Hemsworth thing the reason I even included because his interpretation is actually correct but you know what don't take my word for it take the words of the author Susan Collins herself.

(Suzanne Collins, who authored “The Hunger Games” series, seemed to echo Hemsworth’s sentiments. In an interview with The New York Times, she shared that Gale and Peeta function “less as two points on a love triangle, more as two perspectives in the just-war debate.” Collins continued on to share what the characters represent. “Gale, because of his experiences and temperament, tends toward violent remedies. Peeta’s natural inclination is toward diplomacy. Katniss isn’t just deciding on a partner; she’s figuring out her worldview.”) so I think you get my point and it's not that she's trying to say you shouldn't fight or anything but it's important to not cross that line in times of war and that's what Gale did and that's why they don't end up together. so I really think you should just go ahead reread the books because it's obvious you weren't paying attention .

Okay, you do realize throwing a statue at someone is pretty weird right? No offense but that is legit a warning sign for abusive behavior. Sure, Peeta apologizes, but A) He only did it when he was forced to interact with Katniss on the train. If he didn’t, he still would’ve been refusing to interact with her. B) Peeta does say this after finding about Katniss and Gale’s kiss.

“Was that the only time you kissed Gale”. After Katniss told Peeta she was personally threatened by Snow, Peeta’s biggest concern is that if she only kissed Gale one time. He also seemed pretty threatened about Gale in the 1st book, getting mad at Katniss when finding out Gale wasn’t related to her and he also gruffly says “She’s just worried about her boyfriend (Gale)” when talking about the love act.

Gale does try to help Peeta as well. Remember when he told Katniss he was still keeping her alive after the 1st interview? Or when he helped trained him for the games and told her he was pretty likable? And again, how he risked his life to save Peeta, played ‘real or not real’ to help with his hijacking, and he gave him the nightlock pill, which almost put Gale in the same fate as Peeta.

Also, the “Where would we be quote” again, doesn’t mean a romantic relationship, that is just interpretation. Considering that Gale doesn’t even talk about it afterwards, he likely was thinking about how Katniss wouldn’t have to be in the games again.

Also babes, Suzanne Collings legit blamed Gale for justifiable actions in a war (Taking over the Nut) and a decision that wasn’t his orders (The Capital Plaza) I’ve read these books numerous times, thank you very much. People are allowed to have opinions, if you can’t handle that maybe you should lock yourself in your room and cry about it. Or touch grass, or get a job, you clearly need it. Also, you harassing me with Peeta has genuinely only made me ship Everthorne more and hate Peeta more too 🫶

[futurequibblerjournalist]

Lol they really skipped the dating and went right to exes LOL

I'm so glad you like the long asks!!!!! :3 I don't wanna fixate on Igor and Snape for too long bc Ik that can get sort of boring and maybe irritating and totally don't want to do that to you but ummmm

1st of idk if you see it the same way but I wouldn't be like,,,, jaw on the floor if Snape was a flustered little loser LOL so I idkidk I just think Igor would take advantage of that. Idk I think you were spoton with "ooh you wanna kiss me so bad you little man" heehee but Ik you do fanfic requests... So ... Idk you totally 100% don't have to do it if you don't want to but Idk I'd love to see a fic of it!! Ur writing is scrumptious :33

Umm and 2nd 2nd why do you think Igor's so scared of Snape?? :0 I know (or at least think LOL) that is bc he's like all mysterious and mean as a teacher and that's why people are so spooked out but Igor's like,,, seen him naked LOL so idk I'm just curious :3

Sorry for so much spamm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- 🍃

Ahhhh I love the spam so much!! It’s been a tonne of fun but also oh damn the fact that anyone wants to listen to my silly little rambles is wild to me still lol

They definitely went from like,, annoyances who share a dorm room to something vaguely friendly to fucking to vaguely friendly (depending on who else they’re getting shipped with or if they ever stop fucking around at all) to betrayal to bickering exes. They are so awful lmaooo

Chatting about them has been very fun but please feel free to ask me about any other characters!! Even ones I haven’t before/haven’t mentioned!!

I think it takes a certain kind of approach to turn Severus Snape into a flustered little loser, firstly because you have to make it clear to the little dingus that you’re actually being serious first. There is a sense of “we’re both aware you’re ugly but at least I can use your body for something” element to these two ngl but!!! That’s just how they are you know??? It sounds shitty but no one claimed these two were healthy. I’ll definitely write one Igor Karkarov trying to seduce Severus Snape in the most horrible way into my little book of things to write at some point!!

I’m not sure if scared is the best word (if I’m the one who originally said it then this is me officially correcting myself lmao) a better word would probably be intimidated. Specifically after the whole ratting him out thing, before that I don’t think he was particularly intimidated of him which probably threw Severus off because he’s used to that being his main defence and all that. I think especially after they start hooking up but before the whole him ratting him out thing there is very few things Severus can do to intimidate Igor because he can do his whole rant around Igor being a vile cockroach meathead who only thinks with the wrong head but Igor is just going to lean far too close into his personal space and say some dumb shit like “I don’t remember you complaining this much about the head of my cock when it was buried deep inside you last night” and then he does his stupid little laugh lmaoooo

[forestshadow-wolf]

The 141 + Co. As Brenan Lee Mulligan quotes

Soap: i worked at a L.A.R.P camp, if you're an 11-year old boy, you're like " I am a demon infused mercenary who-" [*everyone laughs*] I literally had an 11-year old boy one time tell me, "my parents were killed and I was raided by wolves and I'm getting vengeance for my slain parents." and I was like, "who killed your human parents?" And he was like "no the wolf parents were killed and that's who I'm getting revenge on." And I was like " so your parents were killed and so were your foster wolf parents, but you're only getting revenge for the wolves?" And this 11-year old was like, "you got it." [Everyone cracking up]

Ghost: I know what's going on here. I know what's going on here. Okay. I do. And if you want me to wander backstage to.. spill the beans [...] it's the final question. These other two are in the loop, so. (Refering to the Sergents; who pranked him) they're in the loop. I am the only one out of the loop it would seem. And if we check my point total here. I don't need to walk to the front, because I know what it is. It's a big 'ol goose egg, gang. It's a fat zero. Hello, a little late addition to the numerical symbol chart, brought to us by our friends in arabia, a little bit of trivia that I happen to know about the history of numbers. That kind of tidbut would serve me well in most trivia games, unless it had been rigged from the beginning. [Gaz: woah, dude] oh, I've only just begun to pull the thread on this sweater, friends. You would think in a game where there are only two possible correct choices, that one would stumble into the right answer every so often, wouldn't you? In fact the possibility of never guessing right in a full game is a statistical wonder, and yet here we are. Introduced at the top of the game as a champion, what do you think that means? Icarus; flying too close to the sun, but it seems daedalus; our little Mastercrafter over here has some wax wings of his own, didn't he? Wanted to see his sun fall. Fall from the sky. Oh how close to the sun he flew. Well I am not having it. I solved your labyrinth, puzzle-master. The minotaur's escaped and you're gonna get the horns, buddy. [Soap: Okay, did we think we were the ones in on it, but actually [Ghost] is the only one in on it and that was rehearsed?] [Roach: that was an incredible monolog, [ghost] what is the rule of the game?] I. CANNOT. WIN.

I just typed that entire thing out by hand...

Price: everyone just get ready for when people come out and start asking you "so if vegetable people start eating vegetables is that cannibalism?" And I have to go to the tallest mountain in los angeles and go "you eat animals made of meat, and you're meat. It's like that"

Gaz: "the devil egg on the windowsill, I don't know how long it's been there, but you should eat that. [Price: [Soap] I think you should listen to the good voice, me, and not eat a big, stinky egg, who know how long that's been there. Who know how long, that's my guy.] Dude, think about it. Why would there be a deviled egg on the windowsill, if you weren't supposed to eat it? [Price: that makes no sense. Okat, typically eggs- okay, so they're gonna spoil in a matter of, I'd give it three hours, if it were in the fridge.] Dude, every second you wait, it gets worse, the safest thing is to eat it now, fast and hard. [Price: please don't eat a deviled egg that's been sitting in the sun. You are smarter than this.] [Soap: smells bad] that means the sun has disinfected it. [Price: that means that the sun has infected it. It has been infested with the raw egg-] [Soap: eats the egg] [...] oh you threw up right away... eat that second deviled egg. [Price: dont do that. Why would there be two deviled eggs on a windowsill? You already had the experience of barfing after the first one] dude it's so wet. It's ready to go.

Laswell: I just want to say, you got to wake up pretty early in the fucking morning to go "oh here's a range extender for your lav, [laswell]. Yeah don't worry, it's not attached in any way to the sound pack"

Ale: [Soap: [Ale], what is your name?] ... my name it Alejandro Vargas. [*machine dings correct*] I'm being fucked with. You understand? This is an indignity.

Rudy: this [hangout] was so fucking great [Gaz: you can't say that while actively dissociating]

Roach: laws are threats made by the dominant socioeconomic-ethnic group in a given nation. It's just a promise of violence that's enacted and police are basicalky an occupying army, ya know what I mean? You guys wanna make some bacon? [*pulls a ski mask over his head and a lit molotov out of his pocket*]

[deviildarliing]

can we all agree that jekyll is autistic as all hell, because why wouldn't he be? just look at the guy. he fixates so hard on the idea of masking himself LITERALLY, to the point of his own downfall

okay, but seriously, here's some fun little hcs that won't stop spinning in my head 🧪

so, first things first, he's a bit of an ego maniac, right? like, big yet incredibly fragile ego, ego maniac; one who'll do anything to prove he's correct purely out of spite and doesn't mind looking a bit bad if it means he's victorious. this would play into the idea that he's nice to the people around him, but behind closed doors he can't stop himself from mocking those idiots under his breath

when people are really testing his patience, he's got this neat little eye twitch, left, and usually excuses it with allergies or something of the like. he's very proper at smiling and saying the right things, reading people and using that against them in times of great distress, as i've said before he manipulates others without needing to do much at all. he's awful and he knows it, but he wears a mask of hospitality to pretend he isn't and no one is any the wiser

for things like stims, he can mostly be found fiddling with the cane utterson gifted him, and before in his youth he'd mess with either his hair or his clothes by like subconsciously tugging or twirling. oh my, he used to have a nasty habit of tugging on his hair to the point he just started tying it back so it would be out of the way

lanyon and utterson could tell you all about his little habits during their school days. for instance, if he so much as messed up a letter on a paper he was writing, he'd have to start the entire thing over again from scratch. he'd read books very meticulously, leaving little notes in the margins to mark the most interesting parts, even if they weren't his. he'd always talk about how much he disliked his face, the asymmetry of his beauty mark threw everything off and it was maddening, but with a few encouraging words from both lanyon and utterson alike, he slowly grew to appreciate the mark in time

let's go back to present day jekyll, 50yrs old and doing his best. here's a more sort of serious one

he most definitely experiences derealization, i would believe, considering he drinks literal chemicals and changes his face, that's not very realistic to me, boss. this goes along with the fact that he tends to mutter under his breath or talk to himself when alone because it's basically thinking out loud, helping himself stay on track, that sort of thing (utterson knows about this and doesn't judge him) and it's a harmless habit that starts to get a bit out of hand after he's been drinking the potion for awhile. fear starts to feed into his paranoia of being caught and now anytime he thinks he 'hears' hyde's voice, it's just his guilty conscience taking out its frustrations in the form of a conversation, or sometimes even violent altercations, between a man who's on the brink of delusion and his own bad thoughts. he can't even look in mirrors or reflective surfaces because his mind plays dirty tricks on him and they feel far too real and terrify him

i think that's all i can write down for now before i spin out, so

full disclaimer right here at the end because some people might need to be reminded: just because henry jekyll is an awful person (in canon!!!) AND has mental illnesses, doesn't mean the two terms correlate and if you think so then get off my post because that's absurd

and with that, we will wrap this thing up!

thanks for reading if you did, here's a little something for the road 🍬 and if anyone has their own headcanons, i'd love to hear about them 🤍

[biggaybunny]

If I had the time, energy, and resources to make a game, I'd make a city builder where you couldn't build the city.

Wait, hear me out.

I love games about evolution and the ripples of cause and effect. Imagine a city builder where you're playing as, say, some sort of god-entity, and rather than tell people what to build where, because humans have free will and all that, the most you can do is influence the land around them and force them to adapt. Give them a river but make all the soil too sandy to farm on and watch as they develop a fishing economy. See what they do with the rich deposits of tin in the nearby hills, perhaps building an industry of artisans. Sometimes things wouldn't even go the way you'd expect, of course. Maybe you expected them to adapt to the harsh winters you threw at them, but wound up killing half your town, oops. But then maybe that tragedy has its own consequences, changing the demeanor of the townspeople and influencing how they react to future changes.

I don't have the full game idea fleshed out, of course. It's a very passive core mechanic, so that would need addressing, and if things went wrong the player would need tools to correct course; maybe there'd be a religion mechanic where you could provide extra guidance to your townspeople, stuff like that. But I like the idea of growing a town instead of just building it. I think it could go some very neat places, especially if it could be made robustly enough to have a wide variety of possibilities. Maybe one day.

[makangerous]

Ayumu Rank 3 (Fortune Confidant)

You receive a text message from Ayumu.

My prediction came true, right? I know how we can test the cards even further. There's a group of people whose power I want to match. Can you come see me?

You go over to his place.

Emi, you've heard of the Phantom Thieves, correct? Those people who can change hearts and make their targets confess their own crimes?

>I'm a huge fan!

Oh really? You'll get a kick out of my idea, then.

I personally knew someone whose heart was changed by the Phantom Thieves. The news was quiet about it. That man's change of heart is the reason I'm living here. …You seem alarmed. His change of heart was necessary, so it's better this way. In fact, I'd been trying to put an end to his crimes, but I didn't have the right tools. Maybe now that I can channel my wishes through these cards, I can change hearts.

I have the perfect target in mind: the landlord of this building. He owns this entire block, makes millions leasing out properties, but that's not enough for him. He's trying to kick me out of this place no one's been in for years because “maybe tomorrow somebody will want it”. Next time I see him, he'll be groveling at my feet!

>It doesn't work like that.

How can you say that unless we try? No one's been able to determine the Phantom Thieves' methods, so how do we know this isn't it?

His last name is Fukui. And his tarot card? It has to be the Devil! The Devil, Fukui… All the stocks he invested in tanked spectacularly, leaving him with no choice but to sell all his properties. In his despair, a profound idea came to him: why not try being good for once? He devoted himself to helping the homeless, and even sold one empty store to Ayumu for one yen--

[bang bang]

Oh, did it already take effect? That was fast.

A man in a suit opens the door and stomps in.

Fukui: The hell is this? Not only have you not left, but you've brought a girl here to live with you?!

She's only visiting. Would you be willing to let me stay here if I buy the place?

Fukui: How much you offering?

Uh… One yen?

Fukui: Don't joke around! If that girl wasn't here, I'd throw you out this instant! But I don't like making women cry. Tell you what, I'll give you some time to put together a serious offer. If you can't show me any cash next time I stop by, you're out. Got it?

Fukui leaves, slamming the door behind him.

Ugh, that was a resounding failure. Guess I should've realized it wouldn't be that easy. Sorry, Emi. I need some alone time to plan how to deal with this bastard…

Your phone rings in front of Leblanc.

Hi Emi. Maybe I'll feel less depressed if I talk to you. I have no idea what to do about Fukui. Perhaps I should try to predict his next visit and invite you over then. You would cry if he threw me out onto the pavement, wouldn't you?

>I would cry for days.

Aw, you're sweet. Don't actually cry that much if it happens, though. I'll feel real bad.

Hopefully it doesn't come to that. Even if my power can't change hearts, it might do something else useful. I can't give up! I'm going to go try some new things with the deck. See you soon!