#if there are others who also refuse to speak english that i didn't notice i will add them

[svtskneecaps]

you know what i'll say it MIKE AND ROIER ARE THE ONLY ONES I RESPECT these fuckers will rock up and say FUCK english all my homies HATE english they are the only ones i trust and respect these fuckers are like you will hear me speak my language and you will LEARN IT OR DIE and i respect the HELL OUT OF IT dude THANK YOU FOR BEING ENGLISH HATERS brothers THANK YOU FOR NOT SPEAKING ONLY ENGLISH WHEN AMONG ANYONE NOT OF YOUR LANGUAGE GROUP!!!!!!!!

[yourelliewillms]

the guy from the record

store wasn't a guy?

ellie williams fanfic

━━ chapter 1 wc: 1.9k

read the chapters here !!

you've recently discovered this record shop, the perfect place to find everything of the new kind of music you've just gotten into, rock. your friends wouldn't share this interest with you but maybe the cute guy from the store will.

━━ he/him pronous are used for ellie sometimes but it's for plot purposes i swear !!

BASED ON THE GUY SHE WAS INTERESTED IN WASN'T A GUY AT ALL !!!! i love that manga so much i needed an ellie version so i did it myself. of course this is going to be shorter and pleeaase go read it i swear you won't regret it <3 i hardly recommend you to listen to the manga's playlist too, i'll add some of the songs to this fanfic. literally all i want is my lesbians to have the recognition they deserve. ALSO green is the characteristic color of that manga so i'll be using it here too, everything will be green bc we love green lesbians.

another warning, english is not my first language so you may find some mistakes.

it's been a long day at school but at least the week of exams has ended and you've done pretty good. "i deserve a prize" you think to yourself while your feet guide you out of the building. certainly the exams drained you, the only thing you want to do now is take a long nap to catch up on sleep.

walking down the sidewalk, you put on your headphones which have been your best friends for the last few months when you discovered this band nirvana. it is in fact a popular band but in your friend group? no, not at all. your friends prefer other kind of music. pop, kpop, even jazz, but rock? impossible.

so you find yourself unable to share your new music taste with your friends. even if you beg them to give it a chance, they'll refuse it every time. this is definitely the worst, how are you supposed to fully enjoy this work of art only by yourself? they definitely don't understand what good music is, if only they gave it a chance you could-

just when the music from your headphones stopped, you could still hear one of your favorite songs smells like teen spirit coming from a... record store?

your mind is full of questions, since when has been this store here? this is just 5 minutes away from school and you've never noticed it. maybe this is the prize you deserve for having successfully passed all your exams. buying your very first vinyl will surely be the boost of serotonin you need.

you took off your headphones before getting into the store and quickly walked to check all the beautiful vinyls. the excitement could be seen in your eyes, all the vinyls of your favorite bands in one store and you're even considering finding a job, buying everything of this store is not a want but a necessity. this must be heaven.

after what felt like seconds but were actually 20 long minutes, you finally make your choice and find the vinyl that'll have the privilege to be your very first and most appreciated acquisition.

you turn around, walk towards the shop counter and just then realize how rude of you was not to greet the old man at the store. however, you don't care that much, he should understand that you were too excited to even speak and... was it an old man? did you even look at the person who was next to you the last 20 minutes?

"i'll take this" you place the vinyl on the counter before looking up at the person in front of you.

but now, you reassure one more time that you're not on earth anymore. this is definitely heaven, or maybe something greater because the angel in front of you isn't from this planet at all. green eyes, auburn hair drawn back in a messy bun, a scar on one eyebrow, black clothes with a nirvana t-shirt, an arm tattoo and a mask. this is the most gorgeous guy you've seen in your entire life and you were rude to him, you didn't talk to him for this entire time.

"i love this one" he gave you your new purchase in a bag "you have good taste" that raspy voice that'll live in your mind rent free for an eternity, you're sure about that.

meanwhile, your mind has been spinning for the last 30 seconds. a cute guy with a stunning style and majestic music taste, you've seen only his eyes but you can already imagine a life with him where you get married and play your favorite songs in your wedding.

"thanks, you too. bye" and just like that the conversation ended. you're definitely not the most flirtatious person but you didn't ask him anything, maybe it was too soon to ask for his number but not even his name? really? you can already hear your friends scolding you but at least you remember half of his face and that's enough to be delusional the following months until you find another crush.

8 in the morning and you've been talking for half an hour to your friends about this cute guy from the record store. of course they scolded you for not asking his name but your excitement couldn't be taken away that easily. no other boy from your school has ever made you feel like this, no one called your attention like he did.

"is there any possibility that you see your boy again?" dina, your best friend asked "and maybe ask him out"

"dina!" you frowned as if she had just said the craziest thing you've heard in your life "it's too soon for that. but as soon as i see him again i'll ask him his name" you started kicking your feet "and he'll fall in love with me."

dina and your bursted out laughing and spent the whole morning planning your future life with someone you saw once.

maybe you've been talking too loud or maybe she doesn't like you, but the girl next to you has been glancing at you and dina and she seemed a little too much interested in your conversation.

ellie. you've been classmates for almost a year but you two never spoke. she's like any other girl at school. she wears the same uniform as you, a white shirt and a gray skirt. she also wears these square glasses and she has her headphones on most of the time.

she seems like one of those nerds but one that doesn't participate that much in class. she comes to class, listens to the professors and goes home. you've never seen her talking to any other classmates but she seems comfortable only drawing on her notebook and listening to something on her headphones, it's not that you don't like her, but you haven't had the opportunity to get to know her.

but today she seemed quite distracted and instead of focusing on the class, she was focused on you. she seemed nervous, maybe she wanted to join the conversation and make some friends?

however, the bell rang. you were too busy talking about your new guy to try to figure out why ellie's been looking at you more than usual. you began to pack up your belongings; notebook, pencil case, some other books and, are you forgetting something?

the moment you're getting up from your seat, you can feel ellie's presence approaching you. you stare up at her for a few seconds and before you can say something, her hand reached your ear and put on one of your earbuds.

"you dropped this" your eyebrows furrowed, did she always had those pretty green eyes?

the song that you'd been listening on loop nothing at all was playing on your earbuds loud enough for her to listen to it "that song rocks, doesn't it?" and just like that she walked out the door leaving you completely confused. you're sure you've seen those eyes before, you think that maybe for a split second you stopped looking at ellie as your classmate and maybe... someone else.

on the other hand, ellie has been walking in silence staring at her feet while her mind is about to explode because the girl who sits next to her, her classmate and one of the most popular girls at school, has met and is interested in a guy who works at the record store. but no guy works there, just ellie.

she got a part time job and she's been working there for a few months but that was the first time she saw you there. you didn't recognize her though, since the style she has at her job is the opposite of the one she has at school.

probably the best option is to tell you the truth, the guy you're interested in isn't a guy and is actually the boring, nerdy girl from school, the girl you'd never talk to because that would only ruin your reputation, or at least that's what ellie thinks.

ellie thought that her job should be boring and only boring, she didn't want to have to deal with something else than that. and now that girl has a crush on her, or she has a crush on the person she thinks ellie is.

fortunately, ellie's job is calm. not many people visit the store so she spends her first hours of work tidying the place, not paying much attention to the store itself.

while cleaning at the back of the store, ellie heard the ring of the little bell on the door warning the presence of a client. she sighed and fixed her clothes before getting into the store again but got surprised when she noticed that the client was actually you.

if it weren't for the music playing at the store, the place would have been in complete silence. no one was on sight when you walked in so the sound coming from the back of the store scared you and you jumped. "you scared me, i didn't know you were here" you giggled nervously.

"have you been looking forward to it that much?" you were starting to stutter when the green eyed spoke in what seemed a flirty way. "no- i mean! the new foo fighters album" she interrupted herself "you were looking forward to it because you wanted to buy it, right?" she tried to hide her shaky voice, did she just accidentally flirt with you?

"i swear it's so good, you can hear it a thousand times and it'll still sound amazing. also, i know you like nirvana too because you bought the vinyl. you'll love it, i totally recommend it."

you were in a dream, did you just exchange more than two words with that guy? and he was showing a lot of interest it seemed unreal. you'd be a fool if you mess this up.

"i really want to buy it but uhm..." your pockets were empty, you spent all your money in that vinyl and being an unemployed student is not helpful to your situation "i'm a bit short of money right now" not to say that you're dry.

"i'm sorry but i-" yet she didn't let you finish your sentence "i bought this one for myself. you can have it and tell me your opinion when you return it."

he couldn't be more charming to you. only 5 minutes talking and you had already fell down on your knees. "thank you. you can give me your number so that i can bring it back." your hand sweating for you've finally made a move on who you thought was the guy from your dreams.

"no," no? he rejected you just like that, he didn't even a think a second to answer your question "it's just... i can't use my phone at work."

laying on the counter in front of you was a black ink pen which you quickly grabbed and started writing your phone number on his wrist next to his tattoo.

ellie looked at you stunned, she was glad she was wearing a mask because her cheeks had turned crimson. she noticed your hand shaking and that was the moment she realized the trouble she'd gotten into.

"i thought that if i wrote it on a paper, you'd lose it." the music playing in the background just made the atmosphere between you two dreamlike. you waved and smiled at him as you left the store hoping your burning cheeks would go unnoticed. not only did you have someone to share your interests with but also it was someone who you were crushing on really hard.

the first person on the taglist will be my editor/manager/first person who read this @ohnopoteito thank uuu 💋💋

[t1oui]

thinking about how living w regulus would affect harry like

he's such a fucking snob about everything. food, decor, fashion, you name it, he's got opinions on it.

he does ballet despite being the least graceful person on the planet. he's somehow pretty good at it, likely out of spite

speaks french

very much a cat person, has a cat named leo who is his baby

like yk how james and sirius are extremely codependent? that's how harry is w leo. both of them can not handle being apart from each other too long

reads a lot of stories

thinks seeker is the best quidditch position

on that note, lots of slytherin house pride. james hates it. harry refuses to put any gryffindor decorations up in his room

harry loves taking pictures just like reg so the house is filled with photographs

and ofc harry is snobby about what types of cameras he uses thanks to reg. james now just lets them deal with the cameras & photography stuff bc he's scared to get the wrong thing lol

harry is taller than reg but bc dysphoria all of reg's old clothes (like quidditch jerseys + hoodies and stuff) are his size so half his wardrobe is from reg's hogwarts days

definitely the type of guy to change his bedding & curtains & everything in his room based on the season. will anybody actually be in there other than him and his parents? not really, but he MUST redecorate

idk what this even means but snobby about candles. this is another thing james is scared to buy him

harry and reg speak french w each other more than english

since james doesn't speak french w harry (i hc he's only comfortable speaking it w reg) harry is used to having a conversation in two different languages so sometimes he'll be speaking french w his friends without noticing

he'll be in the middle of a rant and realize they don't understand a thing he's saying lol

reg and harry control the decorating for every holiday, every birthday, etc.

the one thing harry knows how to do that reg doesn't/reg didn't teach him is cooking. reg never cooked for himself as a child so james was the one who taught him

doesn't look like it most of the time but all of harry's clothes are very expensive... did i mention he's a snob

harry is such a dry texter/writer... he's such a dick about grammar when it comes to writing even tho he can barely string a sentence together when speaking

deeply sarcastic (look! a canon detail! we never thought we'd see that on this account, did we?)

will take his partners on the most expensive dates & whatnot like it's nothing... cedric the farmboy™️ is not prepared

writes sad boy poetry when he gets annoyed w someone... like harry will storm off all pissed and then he comes back 20 mins later with a beautifully written, very angry poem for whoever made him mad

has so many clothes & different curtains and bedding sets for different seasons that he also uses the closet in the guest room (reg takes up 99% of his and james's closet for the same reason)

has an inherent hatred of fake plants

bedroom is simultaneously tidy and so messy a hurricane might as well have come through

leaves a book behind everywhere he goes

secretly the worst sense of humor lmao

he may not have gotten his love of drawing/painting from regulus, but you def see reg in the way he is, you guessed it, a massive snob about art supplies

soooo indecisive. redoes his room at least twice a year

an asshole when he gets less than 10 hours of sleep... he's mildly tolerable after 3 cups of coffee (black, of course) but you might as well just ignore him until he gets a nap in

on that note is very good at making coffee and is, drum roll please, a massive snob about it. who would've guessed (somebody count how many times i've said snob in this post and comment it please and thank you)

if he doesn't like a gift he's horrible at pretending he's happy w it so people usually go through reg whenever they buy him something... this goes both ways too, people go through harry when buying something for reg

is visually james and lily's but in personality is really just reg's (and also lily's... he definitely inherited his spite from her lol)

is a crazy cat lady by age 20

at least 10 pictures of leo in his room... he has whole photoshoots for her and she poses for them

might as well not hang out w harry at his house bc he'll make out with his cat the whole time

loves going to art museums w regulus

he's a, surprise surprise, snob about art. james just doesn't comment on art altogether atp

his vocabulary is a weird mashup of french, english, and hindi that makes it very hard for anybody who doesn't know him well to understand what he's saying lol

looks angry until he smiles (he got this from lily but a life with reg has perfected it)

needs a golden retriever to his black cat in any given relationship (enter cedric and cho) (yes i'm going to push my rarepair on everyone reading this)

tl;dr being raised by/living w regulus has turned harry into a massive snob about literally everything and regulus is proud of it (blink twice if you need help, james)

[chocol4tte]

Man, who would've thought that you guys be interested in an idea that didn't have a plot *glup*

I only had three scenes when thinking of this AU tho, with the idea that Obito became good earlier than in Canon, maybe you are interested?

Also, reminder that this is unbeta-Ed and my first language isn't English, anyway, enjoy you masochists!

Kakashi doesn't want to die, not now that he realized that Obito was alive. If he ever took the sharingan out of his eye socket now, maybe, he could have the opportunity of living a few more years, hopefully another decade, another opportunity to start something with Obito.

When Kakashi gets the time to speak with Obito, asking him.if he wanted his eye back, and yet, when he tried to explain that Obito's eye was killing him in a literal sense, Obito interrupts him. He began calling Kakashi off and how dare he thinks he wishes his eye back, and Kakashi deserves the eye.

Kakashi doesn't elaborate further and accepts it, thinking that Obito trully hasn't forgiven him completely for what he did to Rin. With that in mind, Kakashi continues living as if nothing happened.

It's not until the end of the war, Obito survived by a hair and everyone is rescuing the injured and the corpses for a proper burial. Obito sees Kakashi on the ground unconscious, thinking that the moron he is heads over hills, passed out due to chackra exhaustion as he cannot feel his chakra.

By playfully kicking him awake, expecting to see Kakashi frowning or groaning... there is no movement. He kneels over the man and realizes that he is not breathing, and with no pulse.

He doesn't realize he is screaming Kakashi's name until Naruto and Sakura (Sasuke is following but, ya know) arrive at his side and began checking Kakashi's wounds. It was revealed by Sakura that Kakashi only held superficial wounds and a few broken bones... yet when they examined Kakashi's left eye, it was marked by vains and almost red.

It's is then revealed that Kakashi was dead, poisoned by the eye he was gifted for years and years. Obito is stricken by grief, remembering that Kakashi was offering his eye back... and he refused to accept it, poisoning further.

Obito wanted to do so much things after the war, to have a live and find redemption towards the village he used to love, towards the man who he admired and was admired in return... to have options. He thought that by giving him his eye, they'll be connected in ways that it wouldn't be possible, he was blind by the mere idea of Kakashi rejecting that connection with him, that he made him keep it, and now what? Kakashi was dead.

Obito remained in his own world, holding Kakashi like a lifeline, and ignoring how Naruto and Sakura were crying their hearts out, Might Guy and Yamato arriving at the scene only to observe that their dear friend didn't make it... when it was revealed the true reason of his death, it became more crushing.

It was clear that despite Kakashi being a loner, he was loved by his people, the people Obito tried to kill for a delusion.

A part of him, his most selfish and decrepit part of him, wished to take Kakashi away to Kamui, where time didn't pass, where the two of them could be forever. Other part of him was close to take Orochimaru by the hair and drag him to do Edo tensei to Kakashi... but by the looks of it, Kakashi would dislike any of those options. Kakashi loved Konoha, even its ugly parts, he called that place a home, and he would love to rest there.

Obito didn't notice that he was being guided by Naruto and others to Konoha, they tried taking Kakashi's body from him, yet his arms firmly continued carrying Kakashi until it was time to prepare him for the burial. Obito destroyed the sharingan he once sharddnwoth Kakashi, hating the fact that a part of him that was supposednto protect him, did the opposite.

The burial was held on a sunny day, Obito was arrested not long after the ceremony ended. He didn't care, he no longer could have a future with the person he hold dear, not even when Naruto promised him to lesser his sentence.

In the cell where he was held, he only kept thinking of escenarios where he and Kakashi survived and obito served his sentence, but lived a life with Kakashi.

Or he died and Kakashi came back to Konoha without him, but with his students... or both dying... a world where he wasn't crushed by a Boulder and grew up with Kakashi...

A lot of scenarios, multiple what-ifs, things that only happen in his dreams. He was tired and wanted to rest.

After almost a year inside a cell, Obito was granted temporary liberty, under the supervision of an AMBU squad and Yamato. He didn't care. Nor that the people in the street either run away from him, or was berated by other shinobi.

The first place he went to was Kakashi's grave, because what right did he have to visit Rin's or his sensei's grave, he stayed there for hours under the sun until dusk, where his retainers forced him to go back to an apartment with Tenzo.

It became a routine for the next following days.

It stopped however, as the sunny days went by, that Obito began to think how Kakashi must be under too much sun, he would've loved sunny days like this and being under the shadow of a tree. Yes, that's what he needed, that's the least he could provide to Kakashi.

The next morning, Obito was nowhere to be found. It became a frantic search by most shinobis available. It took just a few minutes to Yamato, close to his sempai's grave, a full grown tree layed in there, the only tree in the middle of the grave site. By using mokuton, Yamato asserted the situation with a grimace and reported to the Hokage that Obito was neutralized by his own ability, as he layed underground the tree that mysteriously grew at the cementary.

[lopposting]

Some more Lies of P translation notes!

Some cool translation details that I thought were fun that didn't fit anywhere else.

[long!]

[Spoilers]

In the Korean version, Geppetto is speaking an "old-fashioned"/archaic form of Korean to reflect the time period that the game is set in

Set around the turn of the century (late 1800s), mimicking the Belle Époque of France's industrial revolution, we can guess that the game's events take place during the late 1800s. Given Geppetto's status as "old geezer", we can guess that he's closer to 100 than not, so he would have been born around the early 1800s. I might not be completely accurate - basically, he's speaking as an elderly person might speak in current time to culturally reflect his age; other times I notice he's using some words that are now out of use.

From the game's initial trailer:

깨어나거라, 아들아. 이제 이 아비를 기쁘게 해다오. Wake up, son. Make this father happy/proud.

The word he uses for "father" is "Abi" (아비), which is an archaic word for "father". In current day, korean speakers would generally use "Abeoji" (아버지).

The -gura(거라)/-DaOh(다오) conjugation is also an additional syllable that has since fallen out of use, or is considered archaic, in current korean:

아들아, 네 심장을 다오. Son, give me your heart.

하지만 알아 다오, 나는 너도 사랑했단다. But know this, I loved you too. English VA version: In my own way, I grew to love you.

This is also apparent in Geppetto's final letter at the end:

우릴 방해할 자는 이제 없을 거란���. 너를 위한 크라트를 다시 만들어주마. (-juma, Supposedly, only a "superior" speaker can use -juma) 그때까지 호텔에 조심해서 머물러 다오. 너를 누구보다도 아끼는 아버지가.

He also uses the -Oh ending again. (although he does call himself "Abeoji" 아버지 here and not "abi" like the trailer. He uses "Abi" again in another instance when responding to a guesture)

It's a very cool detail to me. I think it's a bit missed opportunity that, as far as I know, the english version doesn't seem to reflect this! Although to be fair, I'm struggling to imagine how they would. 19th century english/french maybe isn't as different or isn't different in the same ways from "modern" english that 19th century Korean would be from "modern" Korean. [Well, my only education on this stuff is from watching episodes of Dae Jang Geum]. I haven't checked to see if any other character (like Antonia) speaks this way. [Pls message me if Geppetto also speaks like this in your or any other language version!!]

Lies of P, Blood, puns, and the P-Organ

The P-Organ, in Korean, is referred to as the P기관. 기관 (gi-gwan), however, doesn't necessarily correlate directly to the word "Organ": It's quite an interesting word to choose because it can refer to any system of moving parts, both organic or mechanical; and it can mean an organ, a machine, or even a governmental body or institute.

As you may have heard by now, the game's titular pun revolves around the fact that the english character for P sounds the word for "blood" in korean (피), making the title (P의 거짓 P-ie Geojit?) read like Lies of Blood, in a nutshell. The title Lies of Blood then fits into the becoming-real flesh-and-blood themes of the game, perhaps also suggests that the deception in Krat has cost the lives of many - and, of course, references the lying of the titular character, who is inferred to be none other than (P)inocchio! So, in Korean, the P-Organ (P기관) becomes something like the Blood Engine. Which rather sounds like a euphemism for a heart!

[Perhaps: It's also a bit of narrative that Geppetto refuses to refer to it as our heart, unless he refers to it as belonging to Carlo.]

In English, this wordplay no longer exists, and so it's rather awkwardly literally translated (as the P-Organ).

How do you say, "NEOWIZ"?

I've seen a few people ask about the pronunciation of NEOWIZ (Lies' publishing company). Hangul is phonetic, so you could (technically) say the official pronunciation of NEOWIZ (네오위즈) is Nae-Oh Wiz and not Neo (like the Matrix character) -wiz.

However [in my opinion], I don't think this matters, because when something is translated to another language, it often takes the pronunciation of the language it is read in. Kind of like how in english you would read the capital of France correctly as Paris (with an S sound at the end), and not "Pari" (french pronunciation).

Also, Krat is consistently pronounced by in-game characters as "Krot" (Long O, rhymes with "Cot" or "Not") in the english version. In the game korean releases, "Krat" is written as 크라트, which would be pronounced and read as "Krat" (short A, rhymes with "Rat" or "Cat").

[I think the devs also say "Krat" too. The rounder "O" pronunciation of "A" in words seem like more of a European pronunciation in general]

The "Youngest of the Black Rabbit Brotherhood" and Gender

In Korean culture, Age is particularly significant in both Korean social hierarchy and language, and the role/position of being the youngest in a group is a particular role known as being the "maknae" (I mean, I definitely think this also exists in the western world, people definitely would understand being the "youngest" one in your family, but it's slightly different from that).

Despite being a member of the brotherhood, she refers to her brothers as "Oppa", which is when the word "brother" is used by female speakers to an older male subject (Remember Gangnam style?) [A male speaker would use "Hyung". I debated putting this one in, because to me, it seemed kind of obvious, but I did see others asking about this.]

[Given that the developers are from a korean studio, I am choosing to believe that the subtitles provided by the game's "korean" version are the text/script as originally written intended by the developers!]

[httpskuzuu]

Handsome boyfriend

here in spain it's 5 am and I should be sleeping

anyway, here I made the reader's gender expression male, but always remember that you are valid, no matter how masculine or feminine you look 👍

Dazai x Ftm!Reader

English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes

tw: transphobia on the part of parents, gender dysphoria, reader's gender expression male

Dazai was not an idiot, he had noticed from the beginning that you were not comfortable being a cisgender girl.

He noticed from your first interaction, you treated yourself with male pronouns and when Dazai also treated you by those same pronouns you seemed so happy, as if it was the first time someone referred to you correctly.

He didn't mention anything about it, he understood that you were strangers and that if you hadn't told him from the beginning, he wasn't anyone to be nosy.

As your relationship grew, he noticed how you looked at yourself in the mirror with a disgusted expression, how you sometimes did exercises to make your voice more masculine and how in your last Google searches there were things related to the topic of starting a transition as a trans person.

When you started dating, he thought you would talk to him and tell him everything that was on your mind, but you never did. He himself tried to bring up the topic of conversation regarding the trans community, but you always refused to talk about it and seemed uncomfortable, so he didn't push you anymore.

He decided it was best for you to take the first step one day, one day like today.

It was in night, Dazai couldn't sleep because of his insomnia, and you should be at your parents' house.

He saw your number appear on his cell phone screen, he knew from that moment on that something wasn't right. As much as you might have trouble sleeping, you didn't usually stay awake at a late hour like this, let alone call him.

"Hey Belladonna! What are you doing up at this hour, uhm?"

The first thing he heard on the other end was a suppressed sob from you, that's what confirmed that something was wrong.

"Hey, darling, what's wrong?" He used the most reassuring tone she could and hid his concern.

"Uhm, Dazai, can I come to your place...? Please..." It was obvious from your voice that you were crying, so broken and weak, that Dazai was almost heartbroken to hear you.

"What happened? I don't know if you should come, it's too late, something might happen to you, do you want me to come to your place better?"

"No, no, I'm not at home, I, uhm, I know it's late, but I don't have anywhere else to stay."

He was quiet for a moment, thinking about what you had just said, worst case scenarios came to his mind.

"Yeah, sure, you can come" He was going to ask if he could come to where you were and at least walk together, but you quickly mumbled a 'Thank you.' And you hung up.

He just sat there on the futon with his cell phone in his hand, thinking about what the fuck had happened to you.

Within 10 minutes there was a knock on his door and when he opened it he saw you, with wet cheeks and watery eyes, you had a backpack on your back.

Two details of your appearance caught his attention: you were wearing baggy clothes, he could recognize that you were wearing a T-shirt that he himself gave you days ago, it was not usual for you, since you always wore clothes considered "feminine". The other detail was your hair, your long mane was now gone, you wore your hair short and somewhat badly cut, a sign that you probably cut it yourself.

Before you could speak, you dropped on Dazai's figure and hugged him tightly as you cried into his chest.

"Hey, hey, will you tell me what happened?" he tried to reassure you by placing one of his hands on your back and the other on his head, stroking your hair. "You've had a makeover, I see." He said with a smile.

"Dazai, I'm a trans guy, is that okay? Are you still my boyfriend?" He knew you were, but was surprised by your last question: didn't you know he would love you no matter who you are?

"Of course I'll still be your boyfriend, I love you and I don't care what you are as long as you're comfortable. If you're a boy that's perfect, you will still be my handsome boyfriend."

Dazai put his hands on your tearful cheeks and made you separate your face from his chest, so you could look at him. He wiped away your falling tears with his thumbs and gave you a reassuring smile.

You felt the weight on your shoulders disappear. He accepted you, Dazai accepted you, it felt so good to know that. You cried harder.

"Let's go inside, okay? And then we can talk more comfortably."

He moved his hand to your waist and guided you inside his house, to the couch. He sat you there and gave you a kiss on your forehead. "I'll get you some tea, don't move." After that in no time you were alone again.

You wiped your tears as best you could and thought about everything that happened: you had a fight with your parents, they always insisted that you be as feminine as possible, but you couldn't anymore, you weren't comfortable. You decided to cut your hair in a fit of dysphoria and when they saw you they got angry, you tried to explain and tell them the truth about your gender, but as soon as they heard you the house became a place full of screams, and finally they threw you out of the house, saying they never wanted to see you again. Your parents themselves rejected you, that was so painful, how could they reject the person they share blood with just because of their gender identity? You didn't understand.

A hand on your shoulder brought you out of your thoughts, there stood Dazai, a worried expression implanted on his face, but as soon as he saw you snap out of your trance he smiled at you. "Ah, you got a little lost in your thoughts, didn't you?" Dazai passed the cup of tea to your hands and you thanked him with a trembling voice.

You took a few sips of the tea as you tried to relax and set it down on the table.

He sat down next to you and put his arm around your shoulders. "Well, will you tell me what happened?"

You let out a sigh and prepared to speak. "My parents always wanted a girly girl and I tried to be one, tried to make them happy, but-" And just like that you cried again. Dazai stayed by your side, giving you support and comfort, it was nice to have your boyfriend by your side. "I couldn't hide this anymore, I wasn't happy.... When they saw me with my hair like that and telling them I was a boy they kicked me out of the house."

You snuggled weakly against Dazai's chest, you were so tired. You really needed this hug.

"Please, Belladonna, don't listen to whatever they said. If they don't let you be happy just the way you are, it's best to stay away from them" You closed your eyes and melted at his words, he was right, he was always right. "You can stay with me as long as you wish, my house is always open for you."

Dazai moved closer to your face and started leaving kisses all over, you laughed through your tears, it did tickle a little. He stopped, and you stared at each other for a few moments until he moved closer and kissed your lips.

"Let's go to sleep, is that okay?" you nodded and let Dazai guide you to the futon where he slept. Dazai always kept one of his hands on your waist, encircling you and giving you comfort.

He helped you lie down on the futon and sat next to you, not lying down yet. He stroked your hair, and you just closed your eyes, relaxing in Dazai's presence.

You finally accepted yourself, and Dazai also accepted you, that was enough to make you feel happy.

[lala3244]

When the protectors are gone

Hello! First time writing for obey me ! I hope you will like it.

This is a first part, but depending of the response I might do more as I have a lot of ideas for the rest.

Also, english isn't my first language so I am sorry for any grammatical errors and other... and I didn't proofread it.

I wanted to say that the beginning is quite gorish but it's not the aim of my story :) so it stops after the description

WARNING: Description of torture, blood, cutting, eating flesh (if you think of anymore)

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I have been for a few months as an exchange student in the Devildom, getting used to it was hard but it got harder when Lord Diavolo decided to bring another human for the exchange program. All the demons got infatuated with the new student, Amelia and I understood them. She was prettier and sweeter and nicer, and everything I wasn’t. The few times I talked to her I couldn’t blame the demons for loving her more but it didn’t lessen the betrayal I felt. I was becoming a nuisance to them when they had to walk with me to RAD when they’d rather be with her. If she wanted to talk to me, they would always come and interfere with our discussion. It was actually nice to speak to another human being but they wouldn’t let us or not for long. My only friends were the other exchange students from Purgatory Hall. They liked Amelia but they didn’t forget me and they saw what the brothers were doing to me. I would spend all my free time with them. 

One time, I even spent a whole week with them and none of them noticed it until Amelia pointed out that I was gone. I would walk to RAD with all of them but once the boys from the Purgatory Hall greeted me, they would all leave without even a glance. I tried to keep a happy front whenever I was with the angels as they did everything they could to make me happy but once I was at the Hall of Lamentation being ignored by everyone, my facade would crack and I would hide in my room. They never called me when dinner was ready. It was always Amelia who came to fetch me. I couldn’t hate her, she’s never done anything wrong and she was always thoughtful. We would get on great if it weren’t for the brothers always snatching her away. I felt truly alone, my protectors were gone even though they were just a few feet away from me but never caring. I guess I was destined to always be alone .

One day, we all walked to RAD but this time the two angels and the sorcerer weren’t there to greet me. I still followed the group but as usual they were ignoring me. I could see Amelia looking over her shoulders and trying to bring the attention to me but she failed several times. I sighed, annoyed with all of that. I decided to visit Lord Diavolo and ask him if I could go back to the human realm for a few days. I was walking towards his office when I could sense people looking at me. It had been like that for a few weeks now. I sped up, worried and I was almost running when I bumped into the Prince. He caught me and laughed. I smiled, embarrassed by what had just happened. “Hmm, Good morning Diavolo, I wanted to see you and ask if I could go to the human realm for a few days please?”. He looked at me but then shook his head and answered negatively. I stopped listening to what he was saying and walked away with tears in my eyes. 

I went to the bathroom to calm down, I couldn’t believe he would refuse me this simple request when I have been having a hard time because of him and them. He used to call me over to his castle to have tea but now he called Amelia all the time. While I was standing in front of the mirror, five demons entered the room, chattering. They all stopped when they saw me. I looked at them through the mirror and I saw them looking at each other with a dark grin on their faces. One of them approached me, and cornered me against the sink. My heart was beating faster and I was starting to get scared. Never before, other demons would approach me. I guess they all saw how the brothers treated me and that I was left on my own device for a few weeks now. 

The demon close to me started to say “Well, isn't it the human all alone.” The demon smiled but it wasn’t in any way friendly. The other four after summoning their demon form started to get closer and the first demon grabbed my wrist. I tried to snatch it away but the others moved all at the same time and grabbed each of my limbs. They roughly put me down on the floor. I hit my head on the floor and got dizzy. I tried to scream but a hand was on my mouth before a sound could escape. They shredded my clothes leaving me in my underwear. I tried to move but I couldn’t. Two of the demons were on my left leg, they started to cut through my skin with their claws. I closed my eyes at the pain but suddenly I felt an even worse pain. I looked to see one of them biting a morsel in my leg. I was terrorised by the scene, I was being eaten alive by demons. 

While this happened, the one holding my left arm dislocated it and started to cut through the flesh of my armpit as a butcher would do to prepare the meat they would sell. The one muffling me was cutting through my cheek, going over and over to deepen the wound. The one holding my right arm cut through the top of my chest leaving shallow cuts that he would go over again to make them deep. The one holding my right leg was carving letters on my stomach, first a “W” then a “H”. I managed to scream for a few seconds when the one with their hand on my mouth took it off to wipe their hands on their shirt. They would all talk to each other while torturing me, they were so proud they could finally have a human body to play with and they couldn’t wait to have my soul which was the brightest they’d ever seen. During this traumatic experience, I could hear a door opening and all of a sudden they all stopped doing what they were doing and looked at the door. I started to cry even more, closing my eyes, believing it was another one of their friends but in a few seconds, the hands that were touching me left one after the other. I could hear some noise but I was so overwhelmed by the pain that it didn’t register in my mind. Suddenly, I felt someone grabbing me gently and holding me close to their chest. I finally opened my eyes and saw Mammon, cradling me and saying “I’m sorry” over and over. I turned my head and saw 5 bodies standing up in reverse with their heads inside the floor of the bathroom. 

I giggled at the sight, delirious from the pain and probably from the blood loss. I looked at Mammon and using my “healthy” hand, I cupped his cheek wiping the tears flowing from his eyes. He was rocking me, eyes staring at the blood on the floor, repeating “sorry”. I tried to snap him out of it and slowly he looked at me, eyes watery. I smiled at him, relieved and thankful that he saved my life. “Mammon?”. He snapped out of it and grabbed his D.D.D. I could hear the conversation, Lucifer seemed pissed that Mammon interrupted him because of me but he heard the urgency in his brother’s voice and caved in to come and see what it was about. The first born arrived a few minutes later, annoyed and saw the five bodies upside down with their heads stuck on the floor, he stopped but he carried on looking. He saw the big puddle of blood just in front of us and he saw my form shivering in Mammon’s arms, bloody. He stood there speechless for a few seconds before moving into action. He called Barbatos for him to bring some medicine and he knew that Solomon, the sorcerer, was back from his errands so he would be available to tend to my wounds. Simeon, the angel who was back from the celestial realm, heard the commotion and entered the room. He gasped loudly and ran to kneel next to me using his healing powers to stop the bleeding.  Unbelievably, I was still awake after the ordeal and could hear and feel everything. Solomon arrived shortly after Simeon and also knelt near me, looked at me to assess the injuries, he noticed my dislocated shoulder and put it back in place while I screamed and Everyone was quiet for a while. He soothed me down with sweet words telling me I was strong and I should be proud of myself. I laughed bitterly as my eyes were tearing because of the irony. I was just a meek human in a world of demons and they had the upper-hand if it weren’t for another demon. Mammon was still cuddling me, whispering words I couldn’t understand as all my senses were overwhelmed in pain. Solomon and Simeon spoke between them and decided that I should stay with them. Despite my pain, I stopped them and told them I wanted to be in my room. Diavolo had agreed that I could bring my cat IF he stayed in my bedroom and I agreed to it as my cat was a scaredy cat so I wanted to stay in my room with my cat. If I had to heal he would help me. They each looked at each other but they all agreed silently. Mammon stood up as if I weighed nothing and started to walk back to HoL. During the walk I fell asleep, comforted by the second born’s warmth and steady breathing. 

When I woke up, I was in my bed, my cat curled up in my arms but I was still wearing the same clothes that I was wearing when I was attacked. I felt someone moving and I heard “So you awake?” I looked up and saw the beautiful angel sitting down on the bed next to me. I smiled, happy to see a friendly face. I started to scratch my face but Simeon stopped me, I looked at him confused. “You were going to scratch your wound on your cheek, it would be a bad idea.”. Then I realised that I was covered in deep wounds that would throb every second. I removed the sheet off my body with my valid arm and saw all the blood covering me. I sighed, it will be difficult to take a shower in the next few days as I couldn’t move my left arm. I started to speak embarrassed “Simeon? I need to take a shower and get some clean clothes, do you… do you think you can help me?” I didn’t look at him but I heard him hum in agreement and went to the bathroom. I heard the water running and took my D.D.D to look at the time. It was late evening, I slept all afternoon and missed dinner but still I had no messages from any of the brothers or of Lord Diavolo. My heart sank a bit, disappointed by the lack of worry from my supposedly protectors. 

The angel arrived and picked me up, princess style, careful of not touching or putting any pressure on my wounds. We entered the bathroom and he put my feet on the floor and I tried to stay up without falling down. I put my valid arm on his forearm to keep myself from falling. I could see he was a bit embarrassed at the situation and so was I but I couldn’t ask anyone else. 

I started to unbutton my uniform and Simeon helped me with the rest, he helped me to get inside the bath and as I sat down with great difficulty because of the cuts on my leg, he undressed himself. He sat behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I put my head back on his chest and we stayed in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. I started to relax, enjoying the angelic aura he was emitting. I put my hands on his and started to stroke them, they felt so soft, it was really soothing. After a while, I put my hair in the water to get rid of the blood in them and he grabbed my bottle of shampoo to pour some on his hands. He washed my hair taking his time to take the dried blood out. I hummed in delight at the fact that someone was looking after me. He helped me rinse my hair and wash the parts of my body I couldn’t get. 

When I was cleaned, he picked me up from the waist to stand up so I wouldn’t put too much pressure on my injured leg. He grabbed a towel and wrapped me in it. He picked me up again and laid me down on the bed. I looked at him quizzically. “Solomon was home concocting a balm to help with your wounds so we will have to apply it on clean skin.” I nodded and Solomon arrived at that moment. I moved the towel so it was around my chest. They both knelt next to me each on one side and started applying the balm onto my body. If I weren’t in pain I would have been really embarrassed at the situation; naked, on my bed, with two beautiful men who were massaging my body. I don’t know what spell he used but once the concoction was applied, I could feel the cuts and bites getting healed slowly and the pain was fading away. I was falling asleep as the massage seemed to last longer than it should have but I was not one to complain and when they stopped I opened my eyes. I gazed at the two men who were watching me with an indescribable look. I smiled slowly and asked them to help me get dressed for bed. Simeon agreed to help and put me to bed. “Simeon? Could you stay till I fall asleep please?”, “Of course, darling, whatever you need.” I cuddled up to his side and fell asleep straight away. 

I woke up with my alarm and felt a weight on my chest. I turned around and saw some white-haired coming from under the duvet. I frowned as Simeon had black hair and in my mind half asleep, it didn’t make any sense. I removed the duvet and realised it was Mammon. I laughed quietly at my stupidity and tried to move but the arm around me kept holding me tighter. I slightly nudged Mammon to wake him up and he groaned. I finally got free from him and sat up. My mind was getting clearer and nudged the demon again and asked him why he was there. He mumbled something I didn’t get so I leaned over him and asked the question again. He opened his eyes and got flustered at our closeness. I smiled gently and waited patiently for him to answer. He regained his composure somehow and explained that he couldn’t fall asleep so he came to see and saw the angel watching me sleeping and told him he could take over so Simeon could go back home and sleep. I nodded, happy with his reply. I took my phone and sent a message to Simeon, asking if he got home okay and thanking him for everything he did for me. He replied with a few typos but I got his message. I needed to put some ointment on my injuries in the morning. 

I stood up to have some breakfast without waiting for the second born but I had forgotten a tiny problem. STAIRS! I had trouble bending my left knee as some tendons were irritated by the claws’ marks. So I breathed in, held the ramp and took one step at the time. I heard people chatting downstairs so some of my housemates were already up. I was actually dreading seeing them, I didn’t want to see pity in their eyes. They should feel guilty, not pity. I didn’t have time to finish my thought as someone picked me up. “Ya’re lucky the Great Mammon feels pretty generous so I’ll help ya get down those stairs!”. I laughed “Thank you, Oh Great Mammon!”. He lowered me down at the bottom of the stairs and we walked arm in arm to the breakfast room. When we entered, everyone stopped talking and they were all staring at me. Amelia gasped loudly, her eyes watering. I guessed Lucifer downplayed what happened so the other wouldn’t worry too much. Mammon helped me sit down on my chair and went to grab a plate with all the food he could put on it. I looked at everyone around the table and they were all looking away from me, guilt showing on their faces. I was smirking, glad they were feeling this way even though I had to be tortured for them to remember I existed. Lucifer, who was also avoiding my gaze, told me that I was to stay home while I healed and each day one of them would stay with me for the day. I nodded, wondering how awkward our days were going to be…

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[esters-notepad]

The Face in the Mug

Good pilgrims, may I join you? I hear you came from Terenburg this morning. The roads must be quite muddy with all the rain we've had, are they not? And now the rain is starting up again. God bless this well-built inn for keeping us all dry! On a rainy night, there is nothing quite like a roof over your head, a fire on the hearth, a mug of wine in your hand, and a good story. A mug for me? Why thank you, good master! Ah... I know many stories. Stories from here or from far away, stories to cheer you up or to thrill you. A ghost story? Certainly. A thrilling story about ghosts and demons. And I can personally vouch for it that every word is true.

It all started in this very inn, you see. My grandmother was a serving girl back then, and has told me all about it. The noble Sir Guy, younger son of an English duke, was on a pilgrimage to Rome together with his squire. This squire, my grandmother said, was a sullen young man by the name of Paul, almost of an age to earn his spurs, with dark hair and dark eyes. Sir Guy had struck up a conversation with some other knights staying at the inn, and he graciously invited Paul to join them, several times. The squire refused. He stayed by the fire, although it was a beautiful warm evening in early summer. He wouldn't even look at the flames, but would stare down into his mug of wine. My grandmother didn't think much of it at first. She had other work to attend to. But then, Paul called her over and asked:

"When did the redheaded young woman arrive in Bruawei?"

"What redheaded woman?" my grandmother asked. "There are no people with red hair staying at the inn, and none in the village, either."

"But then how... no, never mind. Do you see anything strange about this mug?"

My grandmother looked at Paul's wine mug curiously, but it was only a plain mug from the local pottery. The inn had over a hundred of them. She told him as much.

"Bring me a new one, anyway, would you?" Paul replied. My grandmother brought him a fresh mug, and he studied both it and the wine in it for a long time. Finally, he downed the wine in one go, like so! stood up, shook himself like a wet dog, and went to bed.

And speaking of wine... sir, you read my mind. Telling a story is thirsty work! I thank you most humbly. Now, where was I? Ah, yes. Sir Guy and his squire stayed the next night at the abbey of St. Vaast in Atrecht. And there, in the cold hours after Matins, Paul was visited by a woman. If he had been in the guesthouse, where people come and go all the time, this would not have been so very remarkable. But seeing how Sir Guy was high-born, and how he and his squire were on a pilgrimage, the monks had invited them to stay in their dormitorium. No woman should ever have set foot there, and the monk who kept vigil by the door that night swore that he had not seen her, either entering or leaving. Still there she was, pleading with the squire. Sir Guy was in the cell next door. He heard her entreating Paul to save her, and heard Paul respond and call her by name: Margaret.

Thus, on the next day, while walking towards Péronne, Sir Guy asked Paul who Margaret was.

"But surely you know Margaret, Sir Guy", was the reply, "Margaret from Wells, who attends your lady mother!"

"I mean the Margaret you spoke to last night."

At this, Paul hung his head and would not look up for several minutes. So quietly as to be barely audible, he replied: "That was her."

Sir Guy was very much astonished at this, but despite his questioning and cajoling, Paul would not explain himself.

The pair did not reach Péronne that day. They had to make camp in the woods. Paul offered to keep the first watch, and Sir Guy, a veteran of several campaigns, fell asleep as soon as he'd laid his head down. The same soldier's discipline which let him sleep immediately also woke him at midnight. He found Paul on his knees, clutching a rosary. So deep was the squire in his prayers that he didn't notice Sir Guy getting up. Coming closer, the knight heard that instead of one of the usual mysteries, Paul was praying for the soul of one dead: Margaret. Sir Guy laid his hand on Paul's shoulder. Paul started violently and tore the string of the rosary.

"Why are you praying for Margaret as for a dead?" Sir Guy asked. "She was in the best of health when we left, only two weeks ago."

"Her ghost has visited me, Sir", Paul replied, shame-faced.

Sir Guy nodded. "Atrecht."

"No, Sir, earlier than that. I first saw her in Bruawei. Her face was on my wine, like a reflection. I looked around, but she wasn't there, and the serving girl said there were no redheads in Bruawei at all. Still the face remained. It was as if Margaret's soul was in that mug. I thought that it had to be an illusion, so I drank the wine. But then, as you say, Sir, Margaret's ghost came to me in Atrecht. She said she's in a place of suffering and that... that... She must have died, and now she's in purgatory. I have to help her! Somehow!"

Sir Guy kneeled down on the moss besides Paul and embraced him. "Paul, my boy, I'm so sorry. I know that Margaret was dear to your heart. Let us pray for her soul together. Tomorrow we'll try to find your rosary beads again, and then we'll go on to Péronne. Surely there we'll find a priest who can comfort you and say a Mass for Margaret."

After the prayer, Paul curled up in his cloak, and Sir Guy kept watch until dawn, praying all the while. No man or beast disturbed their camp, yet Paul found no peace. He tossed and whimpered like his soul had been joined to that of Margaret. In the morning, he was full of nervous energy. He wanted to press on for Péronne well before dawn. Sir Guy could barely persuade him to remain until the new day had grown light enough to search for the lost rosary beads. With five beads still missing, Paul left. Sir Guy had to hurry to keep up. They reached Péronne shortly before midday. Paul, still hurrying like a company of demons were on his heels, set course for the nearest church. As soon as he was inside, he fell down on his knees and began to pray, loudly and disjointedly. It was left to Sir Guy to explain to the priest who they were and what had happened. The priest promised to take care of poor Paul, and Sir Guy left to find himself a midday meal in some tavern.

That afternoon, in the little church close by the city gate, they celebrated Mass for Margaret's soul. Sir Guy found great comfort in the familiar prayers and the miracle of the Sacrament. It is doubtful if Paul found any relief. He was shivering despite the summer warmth, his eyes darted to and fro, and he no longer responded when spoken to. Sir Guy was quite worried by now. After Mass, he asked the priest if there were any hospitals in Péronne. The priest shook his head.

"No, Sir. Not for this kind of ailment. If you wish, you and your poor squire may stay with me for a few days. My housekeeper has a good hand with those who are spiritually afflicted, and I will do my best to help, as well."

Sir Guy gratefully accepted. For the rest of the day, he stayed by Paul in the little church, since the squire seemed to want to remain on sacred ground. Nones came and went. The shadows lengthened. The housekeeper came to tell them that the evening meal was ready, but Paul would not move from his place, and Sir Guy declined to eat rather than to leave Paul alone or force him along. Dusk fell. The candles were lit. Vespers were said. After Vespers, the Priest came to ask if Sir Guy and Paul would keep vigil in the church, of if they would go to bed. Paul was so far gone as to not react to anything, not even when Sir Guy lifted him up and carried him in his arms across the courtyard to the guestroom. Everybody agreed that a good night's sleep might do the young man good. They got him settled in the bed, and in a compassionate reversal of fortune, Sir Guy slept by the door.

You have already guessed it, haven't you? I can tell by the way you're nodding. You know as well as anyone that we live in the valley of tears, and that upon suffering, there often follows more suffering. Yes, the ghost came back, that very night. Sir Guy saw it as a bright cloud, shaped vaguely as a woman, glowing white, red and green like Margaret's skin, hair and kirtle. Its voice as it called out for Paul to wake up was also similar to Margaret's. Yet there was something horribly wrong about the apparition. Sir Guy could not say precisely what. Maybe it was a dissonant undertone to the voice. Maybe the ghost's limbs moved in an unhuman way. Maybe it was simply its message.

"Paul! Paul, why won't you help me?"

Paul stirred, opened his eyes, then shrank back as far away from the ghost as he could. The whites of his eyes shone with reflected ghostlight.

"Leave me alone! I'm helping... I'm doing what I can. And Sir Guy, too. We've been praying for you all the time. And Sir Guy paid for a Mass in your name. Go away! Don't touch me!"

The ghost scoffed. "Prayers! Mass! You know what I need, Paul. I told you. We need to become one. You need to take me like a husband takes his wife. Then I can be free of this place of torment."

Sir Guy hastily crossed himself against such heretical talk. He tried to pray, to call out for the protection of Jesus, Mary and all the saints, but the ghost made an imperious gesture at him to keep quiet, and suddenly he could not move his tongue. Desperately crying to God for help in his heart, he stumbled out of the door and went to rouse the priest.

When they came back, armed with holy water and a crucifix from the church, the ghost had descended upon the bed. Paul, writhing and moaning, could barely be seen under it. Sir Guy gripped the crucifix harder than he'd ever gripped his sword in ordinary battle. The priest launched into an exorcism. The ghost shrieked and departed. Paul's body remained on the bed, breathing, but otherwise as one dead. Sir Guy sat down heavily beside him.

"That wasn't Margaret. Was it?"

"That was a demon", the priest confirmed. "Possibly a succubus, but it was unlike any succubus I've ever heard of."

"Virgins can enter heaven. Right?"

"But of course! Just look at the mother of our Lord, the most holy Virgin Mary. And many others besides."

"Is it gone now? It won't come back?"

"I don't think so."

"What has it done to Paul?"

"Only time will tell. Look, Sir Guy, this has been a long day for you, and a terrible night. Would you let me care for Paul until morning? You can take my bed."

Sir Guy nodded his assent.

There isn't much left to tell, good pilgrims. When Paul awoke, he was like a young child, looking with wonder at everything, unable to speak. The priest suggested that Sir Guy take Paul back to England. Familiar surroundings might help the young man recover. Thus it was that my grandmother heard the rest of the story. Sir Guy himself told her on their way back. The knight was quite burdened by all that had happened, and my grandmother thought it was a relief for him to tell it all from the beginning. My grandmother never learned if Margaret was indeed dead, or if Paul recovered enough to tell his side of the story. Thus it is that I can tell you no more. I hope I haven't scared you out of a good night's sleep. Yes, brother, an excellent idea! Do lead us in prayer before we retire to our beds.

[sunday-shun12]

¡CONNECTION AT FIRST SIGHT! [Pilot]

English is not my first language and I trust everything with the translator on my phone, sorry if there are errors

PANTALONE

You work for Tsaritsa herself in an "organization" that she created secretly since not even the heralds themselves know you. One particular day you were in front of His Majesty's office waiting for some sign, the atmosphere was tense waiting for the warning from the woman who was writing on a parchment

"Dandelion" that particular nickname that was part of your job rang in your ears sending a shiver down your spine when she mentioned it, you walked in front of her desk bowing before her.

" Your majesty, you sent a letter and now I am here waiting for the reason for your call, do you want anything? " His pale blue eyes looked at you as if piercing your soul, examining you only to smile calmly.

" As always, you know my reasons...this time I want you to do me a favor and attend the dance tonight to make sure everything goes well "

You nodded slowly, you hated places with a lot of people and especially when there was social labeling involved, you couldn't refuse what he said so you had to attend no matter what. The night came slowly, you were wearing a long and elegant dress that highlighted every curve in an exquisite way, you didn't want to stand out too much, after all you hated having eyes on you. Your hands picked up a glass that was on one of the tables and you began to drink it slowly, watching how everything was going, classical music filled the atmosphere along with the voices of people chatting in small groups.

You had noticed that something or someone had been staring at you. You knew who it was, Pantalone, or rather that banker whose attention you caught and now he couldn't take his eyes off of you, The man apologized to a duo of diplomats who were brave enough to talk to him, you saw him approach you and you prepared your best expression of joy, when he was in front of you he took your hand and kissed it politely.

" I wonder what a beautiful lady like you is doing here away from the people, with whom I have the honorable pleasure of speaking? " That smile, you knew every characteristic and expression of each Herald as you knew their dirty tricks, that smile meant falsehood, daring and mischief.

" My name is Y/N, crowds scare me a little, I prefer to see everything from here " You lied skillfully by feigning a timid tone of voice.

The music stopped suddenly only to play a delicate piece, people gathered to dance, you cursed internally knowing what he was going to ask of you right now.

His smile widened only to squeeze your hand a little and slowly approach him. " Would you be so kind as to dance this piece with me? "

"It would be a pleasure" They both walked towards the center of the dance floor looking into each other's eyes, even if it was a simple dance you couldn't let your guard down, especially with the 9th of the Fatui heralds. Minutes passed with the music stopping, they both bowed in front of each other. With a calm tone of voice you spoke softly

" Thank you very much for inviting me to dance " As soon as the crowd began to appear you disappeared with it, your steps were hurried not wanting to be there for another minute, you had already visualized enough and everything was going well.

That same night you not only left Pantalone with intrigue but you had also left him wanting to know more about you, he couldn't get out of his mind how beautiful you looked that same night, he wanted to know who you were...not only did he want to know your name I wanted to know more and I hoped one day to see you again

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This chapter is just a pilot, I want to see if it goes well for me writing a little about this, if you want more about this type of thing just leave me the characters so they can appear in the future..

I was thinking about adding Dottore too, maybe I'll do it soon if I have time, leave me your requests, just add if you want a female reader or a male reader for a character

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hello! Can I make an request? If you don't want to make it you can just ignore it, I don't really mind ^^

So, how do you imagine Tomioka and Muichiro dealing with an Dokusha who's like Iruma (From Mairimashita! Iruma-kun)?

If you didn't watch this anime, can you do a cute moment of these two with a Dokusha who had a bad day?

(Sorry for my bad english...again, I'm really sleepy but I don't really want to sleep, anyway, have a good night!)

I don’t know the character but I have Google for a reason and why use one when I can fuse the two ideas together! Kinda short but I hope you don’t mind!

Tomioka Giyuu

Giyuu immediately noticed your soft frowns, how quick you are to dismiss a issue, how your appetite is lower, and it hurt him. It concerned him and after minutes of self-gathering, he sits you down to talk to you about it. He won’t stop until he makes you feel better

You’re very humble and not all that fond of talking about yourself and your sadness, so you try to deflect it onto him, asking him how he is but Giyuu doesn’t like that

You’re so sweet and polite, what is there to not love about you? He wants to cheer you up with everything he has possible. You deserve to be spoiled with the same affection you give to others

Giyuu is too timid to actually give you physical affection, despite wanting to, but he gives you word after word of affirmation, sitting as close as he can whilst listening to you reluctantly open up about what upset you when you finally agree to his convincing

Tokito Muichiro

Muichiro takes notes about your behaviour change. You avoiding conversation, your forced smiles, you somewhat gloomy greyed eyes. That’s something wrong and he needs to find out what it is. He takes you to a private place to get it out

You don’t wanna bother anybody with your own bad day issues, including your dear friend, so you try to deflect his questions but that makes his heart break. Why are you refusing him, he is trying to help you because you deserve it

You’re not use to affection so when he holds your hands and cups them, you’re confused and a bit scared. It’s not like you don’t trust Muichiro but you’ve never felt this strange warmth in your stomach before

Muichiro’s touch limit is holding your hands, he does want to hug you but he is also not use to affection so he just sits besides you and listens to you speak rather reluctantly as he has managed to have you rant to you

[sunshineyuuji]

Hi I’m glad you’re feeling better. I was wondering if you could write a Dazai x a gender neutral MC where he finds out the reader has depression but also finds out the reader has healthy coping mechanisms and they talk and teach him about it.

Thank you

❤️❤️❤️

"I want a happy ending with you..."

Characters: Osamu Dazai

Warnings: depression, overthinking, insecurities, coping with depression, mentions of reader not eating, gn!reader, mentions of suicide (Dazai's death), maybe bad English?, idk if Dazai will be ooc but just in case, brief mention of panic attacks, it's quite long, ngl;

Notes: hello, Nani~! Thank you so much for worrying~ ♡. I'm happy that you requested, though I must say you caught me by surprise with this request. Personally, as someone who deals with depression, I don't know if I have a coping mechanism for depression? I just try and distract myself from overthinking? (Never ignore your feelings, please. Look for someone willing to hear you) But I'm glad I can talk about this. Also, I'll be speaking from MY experience dealing with depression so I want to be clear that not everyone deals with depression the same way just in case anyone gets confused, ok? Well, I hope I can do this without fucking up. And sorry if it's too long for your liking and uhhh maybe the end is a bit rushed?? Idk, I'm sorry. And sorry for posting this so late!

Osamu Dazai isn't only known for his amazing and shocking books, but also because of his tragic ending. He died by committing suicide with his lover, Tomie Yamazaki, on June 13, 1948. But an opportunity came and Le Comte de Saint-Germain gave him the chance to continue living as a vampire moments before his death... And he accepted.

It is well known that Osamu Dazai battled with depression most of his life, attempting suicide more than once. His decision of living as an immortal is still a mystery.

But he doesn't regret being an immortal being, not now that he met you. You were the most beautiful and extraordinary person in his eyes and nothing could change his mind. You were gorgeous and deserved to be treated like royalty. You were his light.

But he was no fool. Though he always seemed silly and loved to tease, that didn't mean he was a fool, on the contrary. Of all thr guests in the mansion, he was the most observant and attentive to any physical or emotional change in other people. And he knew damn well what you were thinking or feeling.

Depression. You were battling with depression, just like he was.

It all started with the panic attacks you started to have when you arrived at the mansion. I mean, who wouldn't be anxious? You were all alone stuck in another century in a mansion full of men. And if that wasn't scary enough, those men were vampires. You had all the right to be anxious.

He didn't pay much attention to it at first. I mean, he helped you to accommodate in the mansion and was always there to get a smile out of you, but he didn't really think anything else about the panic attacks.

That was until the sudden episodes started.

They started out of nowhere. The night before you could be giggling and dancing with all the guests in the house then the next day in the morning you were oddly quiet. The forced smile on your face when any of the guests were talking, but as soon as they took their eyes off of you, your smile would disappear and you would remain silent again while you stared into space.

When you two started dating, he noticed more about you that just screamed what you were going through. You were always overthinking about the most simple things and were constantly insecure, asking yourself is you were good enough for him or if you could ever make him happy. Then he noticed that you barely slept at night, but always felt sleepy during the day. But what made him step in was when you refused to eat your meal once when you clearly didn't eat all day.

Dazai knew what was going on inside your head and, while he didn't know how to help himself, he wanted to help you because if he helped you he could be better. So he decided to talk to you about it.

"Oh, that..." you whispered, not knowing how to talk about it. "Yes, I'm aware that I did wrong on skipping my meal today... That's why I'm going for a walk."

Anyone else wouldn't have thought anything of what you said, but not Dazai. Dazai felt his chest sink as you said the words "go for a walk." He didn't know if you also had those thoughts and, although he had resorted to double suicide on multiple occasions, he tried to ignore those thoughts and if he dragged you along with him he would lose you forever.

"I'll go with you." he offered, hiding his fear in a smile. "How impolite of me it would be to let you walk alone at this time of the afternoon, don't you think?"

You stayed a few long seconds in silence, contemplating if nothing would happen if he went with you. In the end you agreed to his offer with the thought in mind that maybe, just maybe, this walk could help him too.

"But eat something first." he ordered, his tone still soft and gentle. "I won't let you leave until you eat something."

Although little, you were able to eat the delicious dinner that you had helped Sebastian make. You ate quickly because you wanted to go out and clear your mind. You didn't want to, you had to.

"Can we please go to a walk now?" you pleaded and Dazai had no choice but to go out with you. Using the door, of course. Through the window it was going to be difficult for you.

Dusk came and the sky was painted a set of orange and purple colors. The atmosphere was perfect for a date like those you two used to have from time to time, but today was going to be an exception.

You both walked in silence without any exact destination. Dazai expected you to say something to him, but you only admired the beautiful surroundings. What distracted you was a quiet and lonely children's park. You looked at Dazai, and without waiting for an answer, you walked over to the swings and began to swing.

"Come sit with me." you called out to him while smiling softly.

He quickly sits on the swing next to you and rocks with you. You both enjoy the relaxing atmosphere, the afternoon breeze, and the soft laughter that you both let out. For a moment, you both forgot the real reason you had come out. You felt happy to be able to enjoy this moment with him, even though you knew that this joy would vanish for the moment, but you didn't care. At this precise moment, you didn't care because you knew that the reason for your happiness was Dazai.

But... You stopped. You stopped because even though you were happy with him, you had to talk to him. You continued to rock, but your laughter stopped.

"Dazai, love." you called, causing him to stop.

"Yes?" he answered.

"You know... I know that you better than anyone can understand what's happening to me. These sudden mood swings and so on..."

Dazai stopped swinging on the swing and looked at you. He didn't know what to answer you, although what you said was true: Dazai could understand you better than anyone.

"Sometimes I go out to distract myself." you continued talking. "I'm always looking for something to distract myself and try not to get consumed by it. I'm trying, I swear."

That piqued his curiosity. Distract you? Did that work? He personally never knew how to deal with his depression, since he lived in other times, but he was interested in knowing how you managed to deal with it.

"What things do you do to distract yourself?" Dazai asked interested.

"Oh! Well... I sometimes sneak to hear Mozart playing, which relaxes me." you started to explain a little embarrassed. "Or I bake too. Sometimes sleeping helps."

"That's... I didn't know there were ways to help deal with this." Dazai admitted, fascinated. "So you do things you like to distract and relax yourself?"

"That's correct." you gave him a small smile.

"I see... Can I try something like that too?" Dazai asked.

"Of course! Just look for things that can relax you." you recommended.

"Writing works... And spending time with you."

You blushed when you heard what he said and lowered your head, smiling.

He loved you. You both loved each other. You might have your problems, but you loved each other deeply. Your wish, his wish, the wish of both of you was to overcome whatever life threw at you and be together... For eternity.

[thal-ent]

The annoyance

(Kate is @yanasae 's character, a lot more from others are mentionned cw for unknowingly misgenring someone, internalized transphobia, unsafe binding mentionned for like a line, and because I can't stop myself there's background Basgil lol)

It's 2022, and the start of the year was comparable to hell on earth.

Virgil, quite honestly, didn't understand a thing about what happened. The people around him speak a language he doesn't understand, and even the... Help of a man who somehow spoke romanian didn't do much. He's been assigned classes to learn english and japanese, to be able to communicate with others in the school. Some speak romanian like him, but he doesn't approach them. He shouldnt even be here, hundred of thousands of kilometers away from his village, but the letters were very clear about the fact he didn't have a choice.

He tries to remember the faces of the people he'll have to share a year with. The small, angry boy with pinkish hair. The tall... Girl ? With a bag on her head. The guy that tries to avoid attention who he shares his room with. The girl with a fake leg and a cane, like the old hunters from his village, who tried to talk to him before leaving when he didn't respond. The boy with white hair who looks even more lost than Virgil. The girl all in pink that he already can't stand when she talks. Another boy with white hair, one he almost didn't notice until he saw how nobody could touch that boy. The chaotic brown haired girl that kept yelling and had to be stopped by a big guy with blonde hair, both covered in scars.

He didn't remember any of their names. Names weren't exactly his thing. Neither was learning theory, but he knew Marius would want to know, so he sits through words he barely recognize and a translator at the ready. He's not the only one who gets one, the girl with the bag and another with blonde and pink hair get ones as well.

There's also the weather. He refuses to take off the vest of the uniform they make them wear. He considers himself lucky to get pants, and not a skirt that would have been humiliating, but they dont do a lot to hide his silhouette. His coat is hung in the closet they gave them, but he's not allowed to wear it as long as it's still warm. But that's the problem, it's too warm. For the first time in his life, Virgil misses the fresh air of his village, the cold that lingers well into the spring. Here he only has the rain to help, always gone too fast.

He does wear something less covering sometimes. They let the students like him use the sports' equipment, the man with glasses and one blue eye who spoke romanian said but didn't elaborate on. There's always people here, and they stopped trying to talk to him after he stopped paying attention to them. Well, that's not true. He did speak with one of them, a very tall girl without hair. He didn't catch her name, but she pointed the cross on his chest and showed her own. They shared a few words in latin, despite her weird dialect. She didn't talk a lot, and went back to a weird girl with curly brown hair after, but Virgil liked that girl.

But he didn't have time to waste on that. The training was nice, when less people were here and he felt like he could drop the bandages on his chest. He hated their surprised gaze, but ultimately his fell on someone else. He was still a hunter, the "Ultimate vampire hunter" if you believed what that letter said. And he started to suspect a vampire was in the school, hidden in plain sight. A red head, green eyes constantly hidden by glasses. Virgil doesn't know his name, only that he's apparently from the year before him. He's tall, skinny and almost... Pathetic. But something is weird with this boy.

He's been following him, when the annoyance first made herself known.

She was a girl from his class, one of the shorter names. She has ginger and pink hair, but not a pink like the one of the girl with the tablet. A flashier one, and longer hair tied in a way Virgil knows is to avoid it being caught while moving. She's way shorter than him, tries to not look like the kid she obviously is.

She starts speaking, but he doesn't understand. He thinks he recognizes a word or two, but when he tries to walk past her and follow his prey, she puts herself on his path, stopping him. He tries to go to her other side, but she follows, making him loose the boy he was looking at. She pulls out her phone and types on it before showing the screen to him.

"Fight me" is written in romanian, next to what he guesses is probably french or english. He only looks more confused, so she types again. "I want to fight you, I want to know what a "vampire hunter" fights like"

He groans, really not wanting to. She's barely 16, obviously just trying to get a rise out of him. But what does he has to loose ? His prey is far by now, and he knows the look of someone who refuses "no" as an awnser, he was one like her once.

So he follows her, gets the sword she gives him. It's lighter than he's used to, less deadly as well, but he guess that's the point. They're not here to kill each other, they're here to spar. But he was told to always give his all, even against the kids that barely started training. Her stance is firm, she knows what she's doing.

They trade large swipes for a moment, test the waters. He's not used to the weapon, and knows he's less agile than he would, feels the bandages on his chest limit his hair intake. But it's all details, when she looks at him with the determination of someone who has a thing to prouve. She's weird.

It doesn't take very long until he's able to push her and puts his sword on her throat, pinning her hands under his knees. She grimaces, but lets her head fall to the ground with a thud. He goes back up, keeps his eye on her. The crowd that formed around them starts to clap, as if given a good spectacle. She gets back up and goes to her phone, showing it in his face once again.

"why did I loose ?" He makes a face, one he knows she can't read. So she puts the phone in his hand, and he starts to write slowly.

"you dont try to kill." And she doesn't respond, which Virgil takes as a promise to let him get away.

He hopes she wont bother him again.

**

Of course she kept bothering him.

One loss wasn't enough for Kate, no. She kept pestering Virgil, calling his name and yelling for his attention, even when he was trying to be calm.

It's 2023 now, a full year passed and he's still in this school. He speaks relatively good english now, so they left the phone on the side. Hers is miles better than his, but she corrects his mistakes when they happen, free of jugement. He started to get closer to some people in his class, his dormmate and Mika, notably. He also stopped treating the boy from the year before him like a prey. Turns out, Bastien is way nicer when you speak to him.

Kate tho ? She's unsufferable in a very weird way. She gave him a gift for his birthday, and he still doesn't know how she learned the date it was on. But now, he traded bandages for a binder, and his ribs feel better than they had in years. They still spared a lot, Kate an eternal looser.

She's weird, he thinks. She looks dejected everytime, but keeps coming back for more, especially when he's with someone. She doesn't ask for tips, learns on her own and sees how he steadies himself, how he holds his weapon. She just doesn't get she doesn't have to only use that, for fighting.

She's a self imposed loner, and he can respect that. So he never mentions how she always come find him when they're eating. Once she asked how he got his scars on his eye, and was genuinely surprised when he told her vampires are indeed real, and that he killed more of them than he knew actual humans.

He's surprised when Emerens doesn't joke about him liking Kate or the opposite, but he appreciate it, his relationship to the girl everything but romantic. Instead, the man whines about his own partners while teaching Virgil english when Mika isn't available, and Virgil shuts his mouth by teaching him latin.

He started running with the tall girl who spoke latin, Tomyris. She's nice, they understand each other despite their diverging faiths. He often ends up holding their running partner Subaru on his back for the latter parts of the way, and they always talk. It's nice.

He misses Marius and his parents, but he finds himself not missing his village as much.

**

It's 2024, and he knows that if she could, Kate would have pushed him into one of the hall's walls by now.

They're friends now, he thinks. She's still annoying in her own way, learned to bite her way through their fights, and that's how they ended up here. Her eyes are full of something akin to fury, making their gray look black. He knows why she's angry, she's the second person to notice it, in Hope's Peak. Or at least to mention it to him. He doesn't wear the jacket anymore, but still wears the long sleeved shirt of the uniform, white on white.

She tried to bite his arm but only found solid, cold silicone instead of the meat of flesh and blood.

"What the fuck happened."

"I'm a hunter, Kate, it comes with risks." he said the same to Bastien, to his shocked horror. He told him it was a necessary sacrifice and he'll say the same to Kate.

"You lost your fucking arm ! That's not a fucking "risk" !" he knows she wants to say other swears than "fucking", but she speaks in english out of respect for him and her vocabulary is limited in that language.

"But i'm alive, so it was a good one."

She looks at him with wild eyes, and he doesn't know if she's about to punch his face or headbutt it. He braces himself for it anyway, but she just lets go of his shirt.

"That better be the last of your "sacrifices". That's..." her voice trembles, and he puts his flesh hand on her head, pats it in a weird show of affection they never shared.

"I'll try." he said the same to Marius, when he woke up. She's not his brother, nor his sister, but he doesn't like seeing her annoyed by something that is not a petty lost game.

[linagram]

𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚒'𝚜 𝚝𝟷 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗!

it's time for these two to answer some questions!

first of all, they will be answering 15 questions. i checked the canon prisoners' interrogations again and i noticed that for some reason haruka and yuno's t1 interrogations had 30 questions, but all other prisoners had only 15? so yeah, we'll be going with 15 questions to make my job easier jdkdldld.

most questions were taken from the canon interrogations and i came up with some questions as well.

these interrogations will reveal some info about the prisoners, like their families, friends, interests, what they did before arriving in milgram, etc. most questions and answers aren't that deep, however, some of them may reveal something about their crime that hasn't been mentioned in their mv or voice drama. it's up to you to figure out how important their answers are though <3

now, if you're wondering, can these characters lie in their voice dramas and interrogations?.. yes, they can. it would be too easy if everything they said was true, don't you think so? don't worry though, what they say is true most of the time and some characters will be completely honest with you.

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Q.01: Tell us about your family.

Akio: Me, father and mother. I'm an only child.

Aimi: Dad, mom, grandma, grandpa, my big brother and me! I love all of them a lot!

Q.02: Do you have any pets?

Akio: A pet hamster. Mother got him for me because she wanted "to help me feel less lonely" or something like that.

Aimi: Two dogs! They're so big and fluffy, I love them!

Q.03: Are you in any school clubs?

Akio: I left archery club after the president had to transfer to a different school and others refused to let me take his place because "I was too young". I wanted to join a different club but.. other students wouldn't let me for some reason.

Aimi: I tried to join many clubs in the past, but they always either had "too many members" or I was told that I should pick a different club that would be better for me :')

Q.04: What's your type?

Akio: I'm okay with anyone who's loyal enough to follow me everywhere and do everything I say. If they praise me a lot, that would be enough for me to become interested in them. I just want someone who can see how talented I really am.

Aimi: Huh, I've never thought about it before.. Honestly, I think I'd just want my partner to be my best friend too. It would be nice if they could protect me in case something happens, haha..

Q.05: Can you speak any language other than Japanese?

Akio: English and Korean. My mother is half-Korean, so I guess it's one of the reasons why it was easy for me to learn it.. It's not like I'm not smart enough to learn it without anyone's help!

Aimi: No :(

Q.06: Are you closer with male or female prisoners?

Akio: I hate all of them, but I always end up spending a lot of time with Kuroki for some reason. Guard 001's older brother also keeps trying to become friends with me. So.. Male prisoners, I guess? Talking to female prisoners is boring anyway.

Aimi: I'm friends with everyone here!.. Well, at least I hope that they think of me as their friend too. I want to be friends with you as well!

Q.07: Would you call yourself a good student?

Akio: I was the best student in my class, I thought you knew that.

Aimi: Not really :(

Q.08: What's your favorite food?

Akio: I didn't have much time to eat because of school, so I guess I'm okay with anything (something is crossed out) my mother cooks.

Aimi: It's hard to decide.. I'll go with sakuramochi!

Q.09: Do you have any hobbies?

Akio: .. Shouldn't studying be enough?

Aimi: Origami and watching movies with my big brother! Drawing is very fun too, though I'm not that good at it.

Q.010: Did you have any friends before Milgram?

Akio: Of course I did, didn't I tell you I was the most popular student in my school?

Aimi: .. I want to believe I did.

Q.011: What do you want to be when you grow up?

Akio: Someone famous and respected.

Aimi: I've never thought about it before and I don't really care.

Q.012: Are there any prisoners you can't stand?

Akio: Most of them, but especially Hanasaki and Yano. Himura is annoying too.

Aimi: What are you talking about, I love all of them!

Q.013: Do you have any special skills?

Akio: Honestly, the fact that someone as perfect as me exists can already be called a special skill.

Aimi: I don't think so? My classmates always told me that I'm good at making them laugh though.

Q.014: Would you say that your mental health is good?

Akio: I heard some guys from other class say that I'm so narcissistic, they thought there must be something wrong with me. Their words don't bother me, but the fact that my parents agree with them does worry me a bit.

Aimi: Umm, maybe? I wouldn't say I'm depressed or anything like that.. I have a loving family, two adorable pets and lots of friends, why would I be sad?

Q.015: Between ethics and emotion, which do you prioritize?

Akio: Emotions are useless and ethics don't matter to me. I just do what I think is most logical.

Aimi: I think both of them are important in their own way. I hate to say it, but sometimes I'm not the one who controls my emotions and it's actually my emotions that control me.

[tack-the-pretty-boy]

Spock has a cousin/sister

I had a dream where there was a human woman saying gibberish and Spock was the only one who could understand her.

That woman wasn't speaking gibberish, it was Hebrew and she could easily speak English as well Vulcan, she was just messing with the entire crew.

With the passing of the episodes the crew noticed that she and Spock knew each other very well, some even betted they were dating or something like that.

In one episode she finally said something in english: "The feeling of a burn is the most excruciating pain for humans, I wonder if it's the same for your species" In a complete monotone voice to hostile humanoid aliens.

But that was more for the audience than anything, however, she said a sentence in english later on the same episode: "James, Fuck off and let me fucking sleep"

Jim and Bones (They were at the sickbay) looked mildly disturbed at Spock who kept a stoic face.

In another episode some of the crew was discussing thing about religion and some stuff at the bridge, when she appeared out of nowhere and said: "Spock is Jewish"

Spock's answer was nod, when questioned he said "Jewish is inherited by the mother, my mother is Jewish, so logically, I am Jewish, though I do not believe in their religion"

Someone (I think it was Kirk or Bones?) asked if there is any more Jewish in the ship (ok, that was probably Bones), and Spock replied "Yes, Tabitha (he actually didn't say a name but I found one for her) is Jewish"

"So her mother is also Jewish? (Considering Tabitha constant drinking, the amount of grumbling that were definitely swearing and her expression in general, it was a good guess)

"No, she became Jewish."

In another episode there is a ruckus because Tabitha and Spock are having a discussion (in Vulcan) and things were getting violent. Kirk was going to intervene, but Tabitha tried to punch Spock, who dodge and she bent the wall. Everyone was silent, the two Half-Vulcans continued to fight and refused to say what they were fighting about. (Spock was the one who refused, Tabitha said what was happening, but in Hebrew)

Overall Tabitha was a drunk but competent crewman, she often looked mad but she just has a resting bitch face. She has autism, making it difficult for her to express most of her emotions, everyone though it was because she is Half-Vulcan, but it never was.

Fun facts:

Her blood is red, but there is like, part that are green, you can easily spot these green parts.

Because of her stimming, she doesn't have Pon farr.

She can eat any human or vulcan food without health problems.

She has a lifetime of blackmail to use on Spock (It's just parts of her diary).

She and Spock has a sibling rivalry and the only reason she is in the Starfleet to begin with it was a bet (she won).

She uses the red uniform, but i'm not sure what she would be.

She usually doesn't need work with people, but she is always on the bridge (nothing works if she isn't around).

Chekov got excited over the fact she greeted him in Russian, but she only knows how to say hi (some seasons later she learned to swear in Russian).

Her mom is Vulcan, while her father is Human (and Canadian).

She and Spock celebrate Hannukah (it's nothing big, and Tabithat is the only one who prays, Spock meditates).

Spock used to call her Tata.

She has two younger siblings.

She is the most human-like

[hard-core-super-star]

here I am to answer while I almost fall asleep again, mainly because it's almost 2am, I don't know how I'm still standing ye ye ye. It would be funny if you weren't, but since the topic was that anon's ideas, there was no way you weren't right. naaaah, I don't need to do it, I think you're doing great. I will continue my hard work, which is to keep laughing 😔

I don't believe you anticipated that I was going to say something... but um, if you were multitasking I think it's okay? I guess you're right and emily dickinson approves this statement. I heard that in some countries the word “chemistry” doesn’t exist, so they use gwen and peter as a synonym. kind of yes? because you will have transformed into him and you'll know that you are there... I don't know, it's quite confusing. yup, the multiverse is pure madness.

nope, that's not me. exactly what I've been doing up until now... maybe I-- kdhskskssksk yeah, but shhh, don't think about it too much 😶 c'mooon, do you really think my only brain cell is capable of doing this? I mean, If you want me to finish the sentences it would only be fair for you to do the same, right? 👀

I feel like I should be offended by this. good to know you didn't think about doing exactly that, it would be horrible if you thought about doing that. since you're not thinking about sharing any more thoughts I wouldn't want to hear it either because it wouldn't make me more excited. and since you didn't ask, I'm not going to answer that it would be interesting for half-smut, like, to almost happen but R isn't ready for it yet and the fact that Kate respects this decision would also be something “shocking” for R.

okay, I'll trust you and your words then. so it looks like your days of semi-refreshments have arrived. ksjskskak I'm going to start writing a little line on paper every time I understand a reference you make.

I've never seen anyone say that english is weird, you couldn't be more right lmao. wowwowow, paris? that's so cool- even though you couldn't speak french hsjskakk 😭 what was it like when you went there? I swear I could make fun of you for that, but then I'd be attacking myself too because I'm exactly like that lmao. and okay, your fear of sounding like a gringa is totally plausible because it really is embarrassing af- I'm glad you agree that their relationship goes beyond that, even if it's something obvious lol. I wonder how much pain she really hides, not only from others but also from herself, you know? that would be so cute stop ashwajdksk she was definitely going to turn into a mess, but a happy mess, like, look at her making friends and finally having people around 🥺

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i want to scold you for being awake at 2am but i can't bring myself to do it because seeing another message from you made my night 19x times better so 😶 it’s about to be 10pm for me so, it's not super late but i’m definitely a little drowsy. [also, i’m starting to realize we both overestimated the time difference between us lmao] look at you, finally starting to admit how right i am all the time, i knew you could do it. hmmm, nope, i think we ALL require a comment from you. definitely not just me.

well, believe it ‘cause that's what happened 👍 look at that, even more evidence of me being right, i’ll take that star any time. skskdkdj yup, that sounds about right. i think i need to go watch the amazing spiderman now 😅 i think we can excuse narcissism this time, right? i feel like the context makes it...better lmao. you could almost call it the multiverse of madness��get it? …i’ll see myself out 🙃

whatever you say 👀 says the person refusing to give me another star, when it comes to compliments though well, let's just say you… uh huh, i’ll stop thinking about it, say some more obvious things and wake up to everyone calling me out about it. subtlety isn't really my strong suit, as i’m sure you've noticed. i’m sure you and your one braincell will manage just fine. and before you start, you're the one who started the unfinished sentences thing so you owe me at least four sentences before i even think about giving you mine.

nope, you should take it as a compliment. i’m glad we’re on the same page about all the things i certainly won't be doing. i don't have way too many thoughts about alpha!kate at all and i definitely don't want to talk about her at all. it’s not like the only thing stopping me right now is my tiredness, not at all. i’m so glad you didn't answer the question i didn't ask because it's not like i think that's a great idea and i certainly won't be stealing it. and i definitely don't want you to ask any questions about this AU or alpha!kate at all.

thank you, i appreciate your trust. you’re going to run out space very quickly, i make like two references per message and we have…about four conversations going on rn.

really??? i saw it once somewhere and it's never left my mind. it's such a pain in the ass sometimes which is probably why i ignore most grammar rules and just write what i want lmao. which usually means i add a crap ton of commas to every sentence. Grammarly hates me. my spanish came through and saved my ass ‘cause my french was very limited at the time. i honestly had a great time though, my mom and i decided it would be much more fun to travel for my 15th birthday instead of having the traditional quinceañera thingy and i absolutely made the right decision. i love traveling and paris is lovely, i don't care if it’s overrated. i’m glad you understand my pain and my fear, it's also embarrassing af having to pronounce certain things [like carne asada, for example] the “American Way” so people understand what i mean. it's exactly why i don't go to Chipotle. [i also just don't like it but that's not as fun to say] yeah, i think kate just really needs someone to be in her corner and who better than her literal idol, right? i feel like she's very self-aware of how obsessive she sounds sometimes but she does it anyway to annoy clint. she probably hides any and all pain she's ever felt and then makes a slightly heavy joke that makes everyone go like ‘???’ which just makes her retreat even further. oh for sure. i think she’d also be genuinely surprised that yelena doesn't seem to hate her. they're definitely friends but they act like they have a rivalry going on which is all fun and games until yelena accidentally hurts kate’s feelings which just results in endless puppy dog eyes.

[charliedawn]

Not sure if requests are opened rn (or if it's ok to request this sort of thing, so please ignore me if not)?! How would Slashers (I'm ok with whoever, but I'd prefer the more 'quite/introverted' ones) react to finding out the reader (who is their friend) is only comfortable enough to talk when they are alone with them, like the second someone else walks in, they become unresponsive? Everyone else at the hospital though the reader was mute at first, until they got comfortable enough. (I had a friend like this, who just couldn't speak in front of strangers, he even learned sign language to comunicate, despite having normal hearing!) Sorry if this doesn't make sense, english is my 2nd language

Jason Voorhees :

Jason was in the same situation a couple of years ago when he first arrived...He refused to talk and didn't let anyone near him.

He would understand.

He would also listen if you want to talk.

But, he wouldn't necessarily talk back, which is kinda the reason why he is so easy to talk to.

You would also talk in sign language in front of the others and have whole conversations that only the two of you could understand.

Freddy : "...What the f*ck do they talk about ?"

Pennywise *shrugs* : "Don't know. Don't care."

Jack : "...I feel like they're talking about us somehow."

Jason and yourself *laughing during your silent conversation*

It would drive them mad and you would take some pleasure in making a fool out of the slashers who usually were the ones making fun of you.

You : "Say Jason...Do you like when I talk to you ?"

Jason *surprised face and signs* : "Yes. It's nice. You have a nice voice. Not loud or rude like the others. Y/N. My friend."

You smiled and you never doubted Jason again.

As he had the honor of being the only one to enjoy the sound of your voice, you were also the only one to enjoy the sight of his face without the mask.

Jason is very self-conscious, so for him to show you his face, you might be one of the people he trusts the most.

Michael Myers :

Michael didn't actually notice when you started talking to him..

He only realized it was rare when Freddy tried to talk to you, but you hid behind him and refused to answer the obnoxious slasher.

He would then observe you a bit more and realize you only talk when no one else than him is around.

He would eventually grow curious and ask you for the reason, surprised to find out that you are in fact very shy and couldn't utter a word when surrounded.

Michael would keep the secret of your conversations to his grave. He would also protect you from the other more exuberant slashers.

Michael *sees Freddy trying to intimidate you into talking*

Freddy *leers* : "Come on..I know you can talk. One peep. That's all I'm asking for.."

Michael *suddenly grabs him by the collar and yanks him out the window*

Problem solved..

Michael doesn't tolerate bullying, especially from the other slashers that he learned to view as his children.

He wouldn't let anyone bully you or force you to do anything.

Father Paul :

When Father Paul was admitted in St Louis, he was hurt, lost and confused.

He had survived his island burning into ashes, but didn't understand how or why ?

Not until he found out some officials had managed to rescue some of the inhabitant of the island and send them to different facilities for research..

He had been sent to St Louis, but had refused to talk to anyone—not after losing everything he ever believed in..

Not until he met you.

You were timid, quiet and didn't even dare make eye contact the first few times you were assigned his cell.

He found an anchor in you.

Something he could get used to.

This is why the only time it wasn't you taking care of his cell block, he went on a killing spree and only stopped when you returned.

You : "STOP !"

He immediately obeyed and even though his mouth was still covered with blood and his hunger was more than present—he didn't try to hurt you.

He restrained himself from talking and you both stared at each other until he finally spoke.

Father Pruitt : "I...thought you wouldn't come back."

You smiled and trie not to think of the dead bodies you had to walk over to him.

You : "I know. I'm sorry."

You then brought him back to his cell and even though you closed the door, he didn't attempt to stop you. He was happy you were there.

Pennywise :

Meh. Understandable.

Pennywise isn't much of a talker.

His favorite time of the day is in the morning when everyone is still asleep.

Pennywise *smiles when he sees you awake as well* : "Long night or early morning ?"

You *yawn* : "Very long night."

Pennywise *nods* : "One of those, heh ?"

It took a moment for Pennywise to recall not hearing you talk around Penny or the others.

He would find it odd.

But, he wouldn't ask you. He would respect your choice to remain silent.

However, he would grow curious as to why you you would talk around him ?

Pennywise : "Say...Why are you talking to me ? I noticed you weren't the chatty type, and I even appreciate you all the more for it...But, why do you only wanna talk to me ?"

You seemed to ponder on it before shrugging. You couldn't explain it. You just knew he wouldn't judge you. And..he didn't.

He shrugged as well and waved it off.

"Bah. Fine. Keep your mysteries then."

He wouldn't push and know you will tell him on your own time. And after all, what does Pennywise have but time ?

Kevin/Orwell :

Kevin and Orwell are both introverts.

They keep to themselves and rarely speak.

And as they share the same body, it is even more difficult to make out the difference between them.

But, you learned to differentiate them by studying them closely.

Kevin is more of a sheepish introvert. He is too scared to even speak to the other slashers. He was abused at a young age and it is part of the reason why he doesn't like to talk.

He is sad and often lonely. It shows in his eyes. It is the reason you started hanging out with him and you learned to appreciate his company enough to use your voice.

However, Orwell is another kind of introvert. He is the 'I don't have the time nor the energy for that' introvert.

He doesn't talk—not because he is shy—but because he is a history professor with a PhD in Ancient Legends and their origin..He already knows talking to any of the other more buoyant slashers would be a waste of his time.

But, he found someone worthy of conversation with you, so he does talk in your presence and is always glad when you talk to him.

Orwell *excitedly* : "Most Egyptian gods represented one principle aspect of the world: Ra was the sun god, for example, and Nut was the goddess of the sky. The characters of the gods were not clearly defined. Most were generally benevolent but their favor could not be counted on. Some gods were spiteful and had to be placated. Some, such as Neith, Sekhmet, and Mut, had changeable characters. The god Seth, who murdered his brother Osiris, embodied the malevolent and disordered aspects of the world. Isn't it just fascinating ?"

And when he smiles so widely as he keeps talking, how could you not agree ?

You *smile* : "Very interesting. They're a bit like you. The slashers I mean..They do have a good side and a bad one embodied by their killer instincts and inhuman capabilities.."

Orwell *smiles too* : "I mean, I've never seen it like that before..But, yes. You are absolutely right."