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princessnijireiki · 4 months ago

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The other thing is... totally separate from however much or little faith you have in individual issues around this presidential race.

In nearly 300 years of existence as a formalized nation, the United States has never voted out a genocide. Not one.

And for as long as the United States is run as the specific kind of imperial power it is, Israel in some way, shape, or form, will continue to exist, because its establishment as a formalized nation was specifically so Allied powers post-WW2 had a place to jettison "undesirables" to while forcing Palestinian "undesirables" out, so they had a built in labor and military force to man Israel as an imperial outpost. And when you turn civilian populations against each other, then turn half of them into a military base, and instruct them to "hold the line" against the rest of the world under an imperial framework (under very plausible threat of that same framework being turned against them), then yeah, within one or two generations you have willful and consenting colonial oppressors in the truest sense of an imperial neo-colony.

There is not a ballot that lets you pick the gun boss of the executive branch of guns, who is going to deviate from that model, in some clean & easy hardline way, that every other political power in this country or within its imperial allies will allow to proceed without interference, at this sociopolitical point in time.

I wish there was.

But in the same way that "everything looks like a nail to a hammer," the problem is bigger than a nail, and what we're voting for is a hammer.

It's still a tool. Depending on the force behind or opposing it, a hammer can do a lot, or it can be rendered fucking useless. A hammer can build things or tear things down. A hammer can be part of dismantling an old structure or establishing something new. But you will never tear down the master's house with the master's tools.

Doesn't mean it's not worth voting for a hammer. It's fucking important. It's limited in scope, the conversation is always made out like it's the one biggest and only thing you "need" to engage with politically, when it's very much not the end all or be all. But I'd still rather see if there's a hammer that might be more for me than against me in some kind of way, even if it comes down to "lesser" issues like climate and food related safety regulations, reproductive justice, anti discrimination law, educational access, and union rights, that are also life or death matters for a lot of people.

Obama was, like every US President, a war criminal, a deporter in chief, and so many other things. He was also able to make positive changes despite that. Both things can be true. Because all his scope was, was a fucking hammer. And it is not a bad thing or a moral failure to still pick a hammer less likely to fuck you up, or one less likely to fuck up a whole lotta people who aren't you, just because we acknowledge ceasefire is not actually an issue I get to vote for and win, any more than I got to vote against the genocide to begin with.

That one's gonna have to be a different tool. But abstaining from picking a fucking hammer just means you've decided in advance to be unarmed when other people want to use their hammer against you, and who have you helped with that decision except your own ego?

I don't need to reverse psychologize or play chicken with politicians, and I don't need to play games with my own safety to psych them out when there's actually pretty basic social media psy ops people are falling for every day just saying that none of it matters anyway. When that's an awful lot of effort and an awful lot of money spent on something that apparently doesn't matter... when if it also doesn't matter, what's five minutes to just do the thing, then, since it shouldn't matter either way?

I don't need to entertain or humor the idea that I'm even engaging on that level. I don't give a shit if the politician has faith in me. I don't give a shit about your nihilism. I definitely don't give a FUCK about anybody selling the idea that I should give up some scrap of agency in terms of voting to... prove a point about somebody else's career insecurity. It's not a game.

I don't need to act above being earnest about myself and my community or above caring. I give a fuck and will continue to do so.

So if I have shitty option A or shitty option B, it is not weak to choose harm mitigation for yourself and others, or to choose self interest, if that's the only difference between the shitty options. Because ALL these people who can be or will be harmed still matter, and people need to start acting like it. And then you keep it pushing and REMAIN politically engaged & active BEYOND this bullshit the other 364 days of the year. Y'all getting too lost in the sauce for me. Pick your hammer, then continue the rest of the fucking fight, and pick up a new weapon when the hammers are useless.

while i completely agree with your assessment of realistically what a trump vs harris presidency will look like, i think the issue me and a lot of other leftists have is that there is no need to tell people (and effectively tell harris) that oh ofc we are gna vote for her despite these issues because trump is THAT bad and if you say you don't want to vote for her because her party is pro-war, pro-genocide, then you are condemning americans to a trump presidency. we know trump is worse! i don't want him to win AT ALL, but why would harris even consider even changing the language she is using (i'm looking at the absolutely stupid speech she was giving in michigan, given the large arab & muslim-american population there and given its a battleground state) if she thinks she is going to win on a not-trump basis? i know who i'm voting for on nov 5th if it comes down to it, but we need the democrats to THINK they are going to lose until the very last minute, we need them to feel like they can't just rely on being the lesser of two evils if we want any chance of a shift on palestine. because they very well might lose, for this exact reason (and i'm speaking again more to the votes of the arab & muslim-american population which is far more demographically meaningful than the votes of leftists) and if that happens, they have no one to blame but themselves.

So I'm going to tell you something important: You don't have the leverage you think you have.

Political campaigns are a machine that's been operating the same way for a long time on the Democratic side. The Republicans may have abandoned a lot of the old ways of doing things, but the Democratic party hasn't. And you've got people running these campaigns who are steeped in the "wisdom" of how you win.

And when a block of voters says they're not going to vote for their candidate, they tend to believe them. So they decide to go court the people who they think will vote for them. That's why you've seen the Harris campaign trying to court moderate Republicans who might be iffy on voting for Trump a third time.

Right now one of the reasons Netanyahu is refusing to commit to a cease fire is because he thinks Trump can win. If Trump wins, he has no reason to ever agree to one. One of the reasons he thinks Trump can win is because the polling is so close.

If you want to know why they've gone to the right recently, it's because they think they've lost the left. And since a lot of those leftists are claiming there's a line in the sand that they don't have the power to appease (because -- again -- they can't get Netanyahu to do shit right now), they're going to go for the centrist Republicans.

Also, there seems to be this weird notion that the only way to move the Democrats is during the election. That's not how you move people. You keep pressuring them during their term and it works. Like Biden is continuing to work on forgiving student debt even though he doesn't have an election ahead of him. Because they know that what he does reflects on the future of the party. Voting doesn't end this game, it's the start of it.

But none of it will matter if Trump wins.

#imma try not to say too much else on this subject but I swear for a site full of grown mfs y'all piss me off so bad with the childishness #grow up. this is not rupaul's best friends race.#politics #long post //#sorry everybody #gotta clock in for my calling idiots fuckin stupid shift

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nnnn99999 · 4 months ago

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I was already thinking about learning thai when I was watching simm. Because some things were so confusing to me at first and I was sure it was because I was losing context because I don't know thai. I know all too well how important language can be in how we perceive things.

I use two languages, bangla and english, in my everyday life. I use both almost equally. Bangla is my mothertongue but I did my schooling in english. So I am equally comfortable with both languages. Yet I struggle to translate creative works in bangla to english. Because how am I supposed to translate it in a way that preserves the essence of the work? The sentence structure, the use of certain words and the connotations behind the use of those particular words, the cultural context behind certain words and phrases, what pronouns are used, how someone addresses another person-all of these things add context. How am I supposed to explain how I can guess what kind of relationship two people have based on the use of the 'you' pronoun when there are three different singular 'you's and three more plural 'you's in bangla but only one 'you' in english?

Coming back to simm, at first I couldn't understand why everyone thought Fah was Daonuea's boyfriend when he clearly addressed him as his brother. It was one of the first thai series I watched so I didn't know anything about thai pronouns and addresses. It was only later that I understood the confusion was because of the use of the word 'phi'. Actually in bangla we use the words 'apu/bhaiya' to call older females/males in a very similar way. So if someone came to me and said that guy is my 'bhaiya' I would also be confused, because that could mean this guy is their older brother, cousin, boyfriend, friend or just some random older guy they know. This made me realize just how much context I am losing out on just because I don't know thai. But I was not convinced enough to start learning. I thought- am I really going to learn a whole new language just so I can understand this one show I love better? Yeah no, not yet at least.

I didn't get the same feeling of losing context again, until I watched bbs. I just know some scenes would hit differently if I knew thai. I just know it. Especially the way Pat and Pran talk to each other. I just know I am missing out. And so, I am now convinced enough to start learning thai. One series I loved wasn't enough, but two is more than enough for me apparently. Yay to me I guess.

Fun fact: I actually watched quite a lot of safehouse season 3. After watching simm, I watched the behind the scenes for simm. Then I saw a jd reaction video for simm trailer. Of course I watched that too. While watching I realized that there were other people there and they seemed to be in a reality show of some kind. So being curious, I went to watch said reality show. But then I realized this was livestreamed and had no subtitles. So, I couldn't understand a single word they were saying. At this point I wasn't even that familiar with any of the people in safehouse. But somehow, I ended up watching hours worth of footage, where let me remind you, I couldn't understand a single word they were saying. Except that one time jd spoke english, I understood that. Yeah I couldn't sit through the whole thing, I just watched parts of it. The games were fun though. It was after this that I became a full on jd fan, not just a fan of them as actors but also as people. I will never forget Dunk eating fried chicken with a fork and spoon. I will also never forget Joong getting startled by the cute music. I absolutely cannot forget that pool game where Dunk almost took off Joong's shirt. Or jd being stuck to each other for like 90% of their time there. It was fun actually. Also, Gun was so chill most of the time. He was a vibe. The few thai words I now understand are mostly because of safehouse.

#bbs #simm #language matters #i really should not be taking on a project as big as learning a new language but oh well #the best way for me to learn a new language is watching variety shows apparently #i picked up quite a bit of korean from watching korean variety shows now that i think about it

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funishment-time · 7 months ago

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🔵 Kodaka BlueSky Q&As: Male DR Characters (Specific) Part 1

(See part two, Nov & Dec 2024, here.)

⚠️ DISCLAIMER: Please be advised! Translations of all Japanese answers derive from a combination of Google Translate and my manager's three-quarters-remembered Japanese. We've tried our best to work out what he's saying, but there will be mistakes here and there. Do not take this as gospel!

To avoid spreading (too much) misinfo, where we're completely boggled about an answer, we've decided not to even make an attempt. We'll still list the post, but mark it accordingly.

➡️ AN IMPORTANT NOTE FROM KODAKA BEFORE READING:

First of all, the questions answered here are not official. Everything that is official is what is said within the work. In contrast, this is simply what Kodaka, the creator, thinks, and it is not the correct answer. Use this as a starting point to enjoy the depth of each character, or to say, "That's not right!" and enjoy it with your own interpretation. I think of this as a way of communicating with the characters who live in fiction. This is important, so please spread the word.

💕 FEBRUARY 2024:

Q: What do you think of Matsuda Yasuke?!

A: As I was writing, I thought he was a fascinating and cool guy.

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Q: Is there any difference in the mindset of Ouma Kokichi (main story) and Ouma Kokichi (salmon mode)?

A: I didn't write Salmon Mode, I left that up to the staff.

NOTE: As stated, Kodaka didn't write V3's "dating sim" mode. You'll see him refer to that a few times.

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Q: If you have a favorite character in Danganronpa, I'd like to hear it and why.

A: I wrote them all as if they were the main characters, so I like them all, but I guess it's Monokuma. He was the first character I created.

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Q: Before the release of V3, Saihara-kun was often mistaken for a woman, but was that something you were aiming for? Also, was it you who chose the voice actor?

A: That wasn't my intention. I did want him to appear timid, though. I think out of the several candidates I received, Hayashibara-san was my first choice, and I said "Yes, please!"

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Q: Were there any characters that you had trouble moving around the narrative after creating them? If not, please tell us which character was the easiest to move!

A: Tanaka Gundam was too much of a chuunibyou and it was difficult. The ones that were easiest to move were Monokuma, Ouma, and Hagakure!

NOTE: A "chuunibyou" is a kid, generally 12-13, who believes they have secret powers or a grand backstory. Gundham's a bit old to be a chuuni by Kodaka's own admission in the DR2 artbook, but that was apparently part of the charm (and why it was so difficult to write him). It's spiritual Naruto running.

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Q: A question! Fujisaki's middle school uniform is different in the anime version of DR1 (navy blue collar) and Ultra Despair Girls (pink collar). Is there any intention behind this? I'd like to play Kodaka's games even years and decades from now! I'll continue to support you 🎮

A: With anime, there are a lot of different things going on and things like color settings often change. Thank you! I'll keep working hard so that everyone can enjoy it, even if it kills me!

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Q: How happy do you think Hinata would be if you gave him some kusamochi?

A: Hinata: "Oh, kusamochi! I love it! Hey, let's eat it together! Oh, I'll go make some tea!"

NOTE: Kusamochi is a type of sweet.

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Q: What happens if you point an electrified hammer or Komaru's megaphone-type hacking gun at Keebo?

A: This is gross discrimination against robots! Don't ever do this!

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Q: Ishimaru-kun, do you like to put lemon on your fried chicken?

A: He's the type of person who likes to put lemon on others' portions as well.

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Q: After the ending of the Hope Arc anime, what are Hinata and the others doing? Are they still supporting the Future Foundation from behind the scenes? Or are they just normally affiliated with the Future Foundation?

A: I guess he pretends to act the role as an enemy of the world, ostensibly as an enemy of the fallen Future Foundation, but uses his talents to save various people as he moves from one place to another.

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Q: Could you please tell us what kind of discussions and circumstances took place among the production team that led to Tanaka Gundam's pants becoming like that?

A: It's just for fun.

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Q: Lately, I've been wondering about Ishimaru's life in junior high school, and I'm in a state where all I can eat is sweet food!

A: He had a free-spirited friend like Shin-chan from Crayon Shin-chan, and he was constantly being pushed around by him. But then the friend moved away, and young Ishimaru was lonely.

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Q: What's going on with Kamukura Izuru after Danganronpa Anime 3: Future Arc/Despair Arc? Do you feel like Kamukura Izuru has lost his personality?

A: I figured that he had fused with Hinata...or rather, that he had been almost absorbed into him.

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Q: I would like to know the people who are "not boring" to Ouma...

A: Boring people.

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Q: What do you think of Sakura Ogami, Kenshiro?

A: Although he has mixed feelings towards her, he believes she is a good rival.

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Q: Why did Momota-kun want to hug Akamatsu-san in v3-1? Was it because he had romantic feelings for her, or did he want her to hit on him in the confusion, or did he have any ulterior motives?

A: Momota immediately hugged her in gratitude.

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Q: Sorry if this has already been said. When I first watched Danganronpa, I was really drawn to Togami-kun's charm, but even though he has no flaws, does he have a weakness for his favorite person or for ____?

A: Weak to Naegi.

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Q: Does Komaeda Nagito know about cat memes?

A: I want to see a Komaeda cat meme. Someone make one. A Ouma cat meme would be fine too.

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Q: What does it look like to those around you when you are doing Logic Dives or Hangman's Gambit?

A: "Hinata! Come back! Hey, can you hear me?! No good, I'll have to give you stronger medicine!"

NOTE: It's unclear who's answering. Mikan?

🍀 MARCH 2024:

Q: Excuse me for the second question! Komaeda's parents have passed away, so who raised him when he was a child? I'm also curious if Komaeda's hair is bed hair or naturally curly 🙏🏻

A: "I grew up alone. Luckily. I have curly hair."

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Q: Hello! I've always loved the Danganronpa 3 anime!! 🥲 (I'm waiting for new merchandise to come out♡) I have a question. After the main story of the anime, Munakata Kyosuke continues to fight the remnants of despair while carrying the memory of Yukizome and Sakakura, but did he end up finding happiness in the end? If you feel like it, please answer! 🙇‍♂️

A: He fights here and there, covered in wounds, and sometimes sleeps, reminiscing about the past... This lonely battle continues. The only time he can be happy is when he is able to forgive his own sins.

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Q: Please tell me what type of girl you like, Amami-kun!! (Sorry if this has already been said 💦)

A: Rich.

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Q: What kind of clothes does Fujisaki Chihiro like to wear (or usually wear)?

A: Unisex jeans.

NOTE: It's not exactly a question so I won't list it here, but a Chihiro fan responded with excitement, at which Kodaka replied "100 points for your reaction."

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Q: What is your favorite food, Momota-kun? What is your favorite drink? Or your favorite planet or your favorite galaxy. Anything is fine, I want to know. Please tell me about Momota-kun.

A: "I like big portions and colorful things. Things that have an American feel to them."

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Q: Excuse me for asking a question...! When he goes to a restaurant such as a family restaurant to celebrate a sports festival or cultural festival, does Keebo have to split the bill?

A: "I split the bill. I have fun using the serving robots."

NOTE: Probably referring to restaurants in Japan that have automated servers. Cold, Keebo.

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Q: What kind of dreams does Ouma-kun have when he catches a cold?

A: Infinitely multiplying Keebos.

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Q: I wonder what would happen if you forced food and drink into Keebo's mouth?

A: It comes out of the lower half of his body as warm as a microwave oven.

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Q: I like Kuwata Leon, and I want to know more about him. Are there any stories about him that haven't been revealed yet? I'd like to know if there are any...

A: "I'm always looking for band members. Lately, I've been thinking about getting into TikTok, so I'm recruiting cute girls."

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Q: Please tell us what type of girl you like, Komaeda-kun!

A: "I love girls who are full of hope, and I hate girls who are full of despair too much to love them."

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Q: Ouma was held captive by Gonta overnight in a pretty hopeless room with a ton of bugs flying around, so how did he manage to survive?

A: "I stopped thinking about it."

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Q: Please tell me what type of girl Owada Mondo likes!!

A: At the very least, he seems to dislike noisy ones.

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Q: I want to know what type of girl Ouma likes!

A: "Anyone who will listen to anything I say."

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Q: Does Fujisaki have a favorite food?

A: Mini katsudon.

NOTE: Katsudon is a pork cutlet bowl.

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Q: Hi Mr. Kodaka! What kind of music does Monokuma like? Is it different than what Junko would like?

A: Monokuma likes enka.

NOTE: Enka is a Japanese style of music often compared to the blues or jazz.

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Q: whats korekiyos favorite holiday?

A: To make friends with his sister.

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Q: What did Jin think of the Reserve Course? Did he see them as a cash cow, like the researchers at Hope's Peak, or as talentless underachievers?

A: Originally it was meant to be a safety net and a growth opportunity, but at some point it became mainly about collecting payments, which caused some conflict.

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Q: [You guys are going to think I'm making this up, but I believe the question had something to do with how Nagito would ask Hajime to hang out with him. It's since been deleted, but I think there are still screenshots, which I will find and half-assedly machine translate ASAP.]

A: "First, I have to do something about Nanami."

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Q: [Similar to the above, I'm pretty sure this question had to do with how Nagito would ask someone out romantically. Again, it's since been deleted, but I think there are still screenshots, which I will, again, find and half-assedly machine translate ASAP.]

A: "I'll go out with you if you do something about Nanami."

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Q: Excuse me for asking a question! In Ultra Despair Girls, Fujisaki Taichi had a photo of Fujisaki [Chihiro] in a sailor uniform, looking like they were in their rebellious phase (?)! It's so cute! I'd really like to know how the photo was taken and if there are any untold details about the Fujisaki family!

A: No matter what Fujisaki [Chihiro] is, their father can't help but take pictures because they are a cute kid, but Fujisaki [Chihiro] themself is embarrassed, and since those around them are becoming more and more rebellious, they are acting a little like a rebel, but later they will probably feel sorry for their father and be depressed.

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Q: I want to know what type Saihara-kun likes!!!

A: People with a strong sense of purpose, regardless of gender.

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Q: When Kodaka's account was hacked on April Fool's Day, Ouma referred to Gokuhara as a friend from his school days, but is there anyone else Ouma could call a friend other than Gokuhara?

A: "Once I talk to someone, we're friends. If I meet someone, we're friends. However, I don't mind putting my friends through bad situations."

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Q: What should I do to date Ouma-kun?

A: I think he would be amused and come up to you if you first implanted a brain into an animal, or mounted in a car, or a full-body prosthesis.

🥬 APRIL 2024:

Q: Sorry if this question has already been asked. Ouma-kun reminds me of someone who can fall in love with anyone who is fun to be with. Does Ouma-kun care about gender, or can he fall in love with anyone he finds interesting regardless of gender? Does he only fall in love with interesting people ・・・? ��‍♀️ Thank you, Mr. Kodaka.

A: It has nothing to do with gender or romantic feelings, it's just about whether it's fun or not.

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Q: What kind of girls does Gonta Gokuhara like?

A: A girl who likes bugs.

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Q: I have a little question, what kind of sweets Kazuichi likes besides sweet drinks? Gummies, marshmellows, chocolate or maybe something else? :3

A: I think he likes colorful candy.

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Q: Even though you have a serious personality, Amami-kun, you look like you're frivolous to everyone around you, so is there a reason why you wear so many accessories? Or do you simply like fashion?

A: "I just like fashion. I dress the way I like when I can, especially since I'm in an environment where I can't dress fashionably."

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Q: What does Ouma Kokichi think about being short?

A: "I'm lucky that it doesn't feel intimidating."

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Q: Were the execution machines in Danganronpa 1 made by Soda from Danganronpa 2?

A: You've got a good point, don't you?

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Q: Excuse me for asking a question! Was Dr. Idabashi, who created the Ultimate Robot Keebo, also a student at Hope's Peak Academy?

A: I'll take that story!

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Q: who would you choose to solve a mystery and why? kirigiri, saihara or halara?

A: It would be great if the three of them performed together!

🌺 MAY 2024:

Q: What is Komaeda Nagito usually thinking about?

A: "Is there hope lost somewhere?"

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Q: What did Kamukura-kun think of Hinata-kun?

A: The most boring.

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Q: Which Danganronpa character do you think would like shark movies?

A: Soda.

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Q: Excuse me for asking a question! Is the story about the school festival in the Danganronpa original drama CD written by Kodaka-san? There is a scene in the drama where Fujisaki wants to wear a cute apron, which was quite unexpected for Fujisaki in the main story, so it was a shock. Was there a possibility that Fujisaki would embrace cute things in the main story as well?

A: I think I only wrote the very first one. The one that has a white and black disc. If I remember correctly.

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Q: I’m curious, What kind of person does Kokichi like?

A: rich person

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Q: Excuse me for asking a question! I think that in the articles(?) released during the development stage there were many scenes that were not in the main story. Were these scenes faked to hide the contents of the main story, or were they actually there during production? I'm curious if there were any scenes where Fujisaki-kun was suspected in court!

[This person included this image:]

A: This is an image made up for a proposal. It was made before the story even existed.

☀️ JUNE 2024:

Q: How many characters in Danganronpa will listen to Komaeda's long speeches until the end?

A: None.

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Q: I'd like to know something about Komaeda Nagito's childhood, even if it's something trivial!!

A: "I wore diapers."

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Q: I'm curious how Komaeda-kun would express his feelings if he fell in love with someone.

A: He'd put you in a very unhappy situation in order to make you feel the hope of happiness.

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Q: Hello, Kodaka! It's an honor to ask you a question... so how can we interpret Nagito's ambiguous relations with certain characters in the series? Just saying.

A: Please interpret it as you wish.

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Q: Were Shinguji-kun's parents aware of his relationship with his sister? If so, what did they think about it?

A: I'll keep my mouth shut because if I mention it, I'll get in a horrible lot of trouble.

NOTE: Kodaka's talking as himself here, pretending like if he says anything he'll get hurt in some way. Don't take this as solid fact, but I think the implication here is less an IRL one (Spikechun would be mad) and more an in-universe one (Kork and Korkette would do something to you). But, again: that is me and my manager's theory.

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Q: Would Togami also use polite language when speaking to someone higher up in the organization?

A: He does not use honorifics. Byakuya is Byakuya.

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Q: Why did Kamukura's hair grow so long and his eyes change color?

A: Abnormal development.

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Q: Who is the most possible female character that would or might have a romantic relationship with Komaeda during Danganronpa 2? (Only characters in Danganronpa 2)

A: female character?

NOTE: The infamous post. It's reaaaaaaal.

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Q: Excuse me for asking! Keebo is a school uniform wearing robot, but what about summer uniforms? Are there times when he no longer wears a school uniform?

A: [His summer uniform is a] cooling fan installed on the side.

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Q: If Hinata-kun were to be punished, what do you think it would be like? I think he would die a boring death quickly.

A: Incidentally, I once came up with the idea of punishing him by freezing both his hands and feet with liquid nitrogen, and then shocking him to death as he watching them get crushed by a hammer… but of course I rejected the idea.

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Q: Togami-kun may be the most handsome among 1, 2, and V3, but who are the other students who can be called handsome? I think Ishimaru-kun might actually fall into the handsome guy category!

A: Keebo in terms of being well-groomed and having no skin problems.

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Q: Since Nagito Komaeda often says that despair is a stepping stone to hope, I don't have an image of Nagito Komaeda being troubled. However, I would like to hear what kind of worries he has if any!

A: If she were to become an adult, it would be Peko. The one who surpasses her is Tsumiki.

NOTE: As in, he'd worry about Peko or Mikan. Now, whether Kodaka means Geeto would worry about them as people or over the fact that they'll kick his ass, that's less clear. But they're on his mind.

🎇 JULY 2024:

Q: A question from a Teruteru fan (keeping with the topic of it being hot outside): Who do you think is the character with the most romantic potential for Hanamura?

A: Hanamura.

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Q: Hello sensei, I have a question. I'm seeing a controversy going on right now with overseas fans being attacked by people who are associating Komaeda with female characters using this post. Is Komaeda really gay? Or is this just a joke post? It's said to be official information, but is it true?

A: It's so hopeless. The more hopeless it is, the brighter hope shines.

NOTE: This was about the infamous Female Character? post.

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Q: How do you view women and men, Komaeda? Does he have different opinions about them or is he simply indifferent to both genders?

A: Ask Komaeda himself.

NOTE: I probably won't be archiving many more of the Komaeda sexuality posts unless they're particularly funny or insightful, because a lot of them are repetitive. Sorry. Kodaka's not budging, y'all.

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Q: Can Komaeda drive?

A: With his luck.

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Q: If there was a cut-in where Togami would rebuttal, what do you think he would say?

A: "Bow down, you fools!"

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Q: If Nagito were to play videogames, which game and/or genre is his favorite?

A: Gorilla Tag

NOTE: Like the Steam VR game...? Maybe? Unless this is referring to something I can't parse out. Kind of hilarious to imagine Nagito as a return to monke guy, though.

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Q: What's Momota's favorite planet?

A: The first one he'll discover.

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Q: Since Matsuda Yasuke worked on the Kamukura project, did he perform the operation?

A: More or less, you know what I mean?

NOTE: Disclaimer on this one, as we're not 100% sure what he's trying to say or if he's just being silly as usual. We think he's casually implying that Matsuda outlined the experiment but didn't actually perform it, so he kind of did "do" the operation in a symbolic/spiritual sense. Especially since we believe it's canon Matsuda did not wield the scalpel so to speak? If we recall correctly? Regardless, if anyone can shed light on this, we'd be appreciative. Completely unrelated: his use of "わかるっしょ" wakarussho made my manager laugh, as she says that's something no middle aged man would say. It's more of a teenaged girl/gyaru kind of thing, but Kodaka often talks like this apparently. Channeling Junko...

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Q: If Saihara-kun were to be executed, what do you imagine it would be?

A: He wakes up in a hospital after the ending of Danganronpa V3 and it was all just a dream with him in a vegetative state.

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Q: What would it be like if Ouma-kun was punished?

A: It's live action. And the actors are amateurs who just monotone "It's a lie!"

🌭 AUG 2024:

Q: I was looking at a conversation about punishments, and I was wondering, if Kamukura was to be punished, what would it be like?

A: He would be reminded endlessly of the days he spent as Hinata Hajime.

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Q: Please tell me why Keebo hates vending machines! I'll do anything!

A: I think he has mixed feelings whenever he sees a machine that is only being used by humans. Imagine this. What if a human being was deprived of the freedom to speak and move, and was forced to only accept money and offer drinks?

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Q: Are you naturally not smart, Ishimaru-kun? Do you feel like you make up for it through hard work?

A: "I'm just a serious and straightforward person who believes that hard work will always be rewarded."

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Q: Ouma's skin is as white as a corpse. Why is it like that?

A: Because Ouma is definitely unhealthy.

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Q: Was there a time when Hinata would repeatedly try new things in order to get into Hope's Peak Academy, only to be devastated by the fact that he had no talent?

A: "That's right. I kept repeating that cycle and realizing that I would never amount to anything."

🍁 SEPT 2024:

Q: Personally, I have the image of Komaeda having low blood pressure and being a bit bad at waking up in the morning, but on the other hand, I get the feeling he might wake up very early and say things like "This is a morning of hope!" Kodaka-san, do you think Komaeda is good or bad at waking up in the morning?

A: "I wake up in despair, wondering if the morning of hope will come soon."

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Q: [The question has now been deleted, but the answer is cute, so I'm keeping it despite the lack of context.]

A: For Ouma, love is just a game.

🎃 OCT 2024:

Q: I'd like to know what Saihara's casual clothes look like.

A: “I like simple clothes and don't like flashy ones. I don't like patterns either. I always wear the same clothes.”

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Q: Even though Togami is such an important character in the franchise, why has he never been added to any merchandise collaborations?

A: I wonder why? Is he unpopular? Maybe it's pressure from the Togami conglomerate...

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Q: Does Sakakura Juzo have any friends other than Munakata Kyosuke and Yukizome Chisa?

A: “The only other people I have are subordinates.”

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Q: What specific crimes does Ouma Kokichi's organization (DICE) commit?

A: Very stupid and annoying crimes.

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Q: Is there anything decided for Amami-kun's punishment? I'm sorry for asking you so many questions💦

A: All of his sisters gather together and go on a voyage, but a killing spree breaks out and they disappear one by one, leaving only one person left, unable to be saved... He commits suicide after having nightmares about it.

NOTE: This one's weird, so take it with a grain of salt. My manager and I aren't sure if Kodaka's saying that Rantaro's sisters would all kill each other and then he'd commit suicide, or the last remaining sister would commit suicide. We're also unsure if Rantaro would be participating in said killing game. You might be thinking that Rantaro would be the suicide, but not all of Kodaka's BSky punishments are actual fatal executions. Some he's devised are really just torture. Regardless, Rantaro gets a horrifying deal here.

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Q: If there was a punishment for Ki-Bo, what would it be like?

A: He has been modified into a vending machine, and although he has thoughts, he cannot speak; he simply takes money and hands out drinks, until one day he breaks down and is miserably discarded.

#danganronpa #kazutaka kodaka #kodaka's bsky Q&As

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klcthebookworm · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday

So Vash and Meryl split off from the others to save Slater Polo from the Fris men who invaded the satellite station.

Two Fris men walked a hallway. “They seem to have the upstairs hostages under control. He said we can do whatever we want with the others if you know what I mean.”

The second one chuckled. “Sounds good. I say we go have some fun. I just love party time.”

“You two should be ashamed of yourselves.” Vash stepped out of the shadows ahead of the pair and punched the one on the right. Meryl stepped up behind them and slugged the one on the left so hard he spun around before dropping to the floor. Vash blinked. “I’m glad you held back when you kept smacking me!”

Meryl reddened as she bent down and picked up the Fris men’s guns. “I shouldn’t have hit you at all. It wasn’t professional.”

“Meryl darling, your profession had you putting down criminal idiots worse than these with a bullet to their brains. I’m just glad you gave me a chance.” He shot the guns out of the hands of two more Fris men down the hall without turning around.

“What the hell?” One looks at his empty hands.

The other one seemed slightly quicker on the uptake. “Are you a Polo bodyguard?”

“No, I’m not,” Vash answered.

Meryl grinned as she stood in front of Vash and taunted the men behind him. “If you have a death wish, gentlemen, try to take us down! But before you do, you should know that this man is Vash the Stampede.”

“What did you say!” they cried in unison.

Vash felt his cheeks heat. “Aw come on, Meryl.”

“Can you at least act the part?” she asked him in a quieter voice. “They’ll chicken out and run away and we won’t have to fight them.”

Vash raised his Colt and pointed it over his shoulder at the Fris. “Do you really think so?”

They ran.

“Looks like I’m right,” she said smugly.

“I think they’re running back to the studio,” Vash said. “That’s where the rest of them are to put out their demands. And it’s a dead end bottleneck.”

“So they can’t get away.”

He took the lead through the hallways. Soon they hear the Fris men reach the rest of their group. He was pretty sure he heard three men chuckling at each other, and two more having an indistinct conversation before the runners yelled, “Listen up!”

Two more voices joined the two that had ran inside.

“What is it?”

“It’s the gunman Vash the Stampede! He’s coming our way!”

“You saw him?”

“But why? What would Vash the Stampede be doing here?”

“This is like a bad dream.”

“Enough,” said a third voice, the same one that had issued the demands earlier. “Calm down. Rumors like this are always exaggerated. And even if he is the real thing, he still has to take that passage to get here. It’s the only way in. Remember it’s the reason why we chose this location.”

“Stay round the corner,” Vash projected to Meryl. “Don’t know what weapons they have.”

Meryl paused in the hallway before it turned into the straight way to the studio. “All right. Be careful.”

Vash let his footsteps thud as he slowly walked forward. Five of the Fris massed at the door. The other two of the group must be further inside the studio behind them.

“He’s here.”

Well, that tone was the kind of nervousness they wanted to exploit. Vash started singing. “Total slaughter! Total slaughter! I won’t leave a single man alive. La dee da dee die, gen-o-cide. La dee da dee, an ocean of blood. Let’s begin the killing time.”

“He’s… singing?”

“God, what horrible lyrics!”

“Stay right where you are,” their leader ordered. He hadn’t moved to the door “He’s just trying to scare you.”

Vash sighed. “I knew it wouldn’t work.”

One of the Fris looked shocked and backed up. “Huh?”

“Hey!” Vash yelled down the hall. “Can I ask you something?”

The leader yelled back, “Yeah, what?”

“Would you prefer to call off our little game like a sensible adult or would you rather get injured and be out of the game for good?”

“How ‘bout a new game? I’ll answer your question with another question. Now that I’ll play, do you want a belly full of lead?”

“Oh what a shame. A negotiations breakdown.” Vash walked forward again.

#trigun 98 #my fic #three of a kind #wip #wip wednesday #biker mice from mars

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saksukei · 3 years ago

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minghao nine lives au

masterlist | other aus based on their songs

they say only cats have nine lives, but you begged to differ, humans did too, but they didn't remember,,, you were a living example, obviously, how could someone forget the xu minghao? in all your nine lives, the one and only, the love of your life.

how could anyone ever forget someone like him? the way his lips tasted, the way he’d wrap his arms around you, protecting you from the evils of the world, the way he’d press kisses to your neck, the way his hands would roam each crevice of your body.

most importantly, how beautiful his heart was, the way he’d help others and go out of his way, the way he’d always find the right words to say and how he confessed his love in every goddamn life he met you in,,

the only downside was, he never remembered each lifetime like you did, so for him, it was falling in love with a new person each time. for you, it was falling in love with the same person for a thousand years.

your mind drifts off to the first time you met him, in your first life, where he was just a young boy, trying to sell his cattle in the market, while you were chasing after your little chicken that had gone out of control [mulan styles] and you ended up bumping into him,, minghao caught the chicken for you, and ever since then, you’d see him everywhere

soon enough you found out he was the only son, his mother was sick and he had to take care of her,, being the sole wage earner, you’d secretly sneak out food from your own house for him and that's how you spent countless hours with the brunette boy,,,

then the second time, when he was an aristocrat. you had met him in the gambling match, where you had beaten him with sheer luck in a game of poker,, you recognized minghao and who he was in an instant. he didn't. nonetheless, you had caught his eye and he pursued you long enough, till he was pushed to take part in the war and everything went downhill,,,

the third time, when you met him in highschool. he was your bench mate and the class monitor, so incredibly smart like he always was. and oh boy when you snuck to an arcade instead of attending your class, he told the teacher. the two of you becoming enemies, but you could never really hate minghao, could you?

the fourth time, when he was a prince and you were just a worker in the palace,, a clumsy one at that,, yet he always greeted you with a smile, because you two had grown up together. “marry me?” he asked. and that's how you became a princess.

the fifth time, when minghao was perhaps a notorious assassin and his target was you, a witness. and the way he couldn't even bring his gun to point at you.

the sixth time, when he was nothing more than a prisoner, who was almost about to die of starvation, and you decided you’d help him, only for him to come back years later in your life, to thank you.

the seventh time, when he was a doctor that had saved your life from perhaps what would have been a fatal accident. His hands were always magical, weren't they? and you couldn't help but dote on the cute little doctor with dimples.

the eighth time, when you saved his life in an apocalypse. your knife skills were exemplary, aiming at the zombie, one shot kill. minghao was out of breath from all the running, “thank you,” he says. and you smile. weren't you the one that should be thankful?

and the ninth time, this life. the one where the two of you were just two university students and he helped you with your assignment and perhaps with the grade that could have decided your future. such a savior he was, wasn't he?

and now, here you were, in your shared apartment. university had ended almost three years ago. while minghao became a famous painter, you were a teacher, for nursery children.

you had journals of each life time with him, but what was terrifying was the realization that like a cat, even nine lives had to come to an end. you had lived all of them and now you waited, in minghao’s arms, for the day the sweet kiss of death would linger on your lips.

oh how you wished you could spend all eternity in your lovers arms, yet time itself did not allow it. it seemed as if the world was against you.

“darling?” minghao calls out, snapping you out of your thoughts. “are you okay? you've been staring at me as if you're about to murder me this instant.”

you laugh, you’d miss his humor so much. “sorry, hao,” you shoot him an apologetic look. “i promise I don't plan on murdering you, just yet.”

“alright, give me a heads-up before you do, I still have a lot of kisses to steal,” he grins, as he goes in to kiss you.

it seemed like no matter what era you were born in, his kisses had the same effect, they were electrifying yet somehow, they radiated warmth and comfort? minghao’s kisses were paradoxical themselves.

“minghao, can I tell you something?” you ask, as if he'd ever refuse.

“anything but–I would advise against the gruesome details of murder, I just ate.”

you chuckle. ever since you'd meet minghao in different lifetimes, you'd ask him the same question and his response was the same. it didn't mean that he remembered any of it, it just meant that he was still minghao after all those years.

“hao, what if I tell you I've known you for a thousand lifetimes?” you question.

“then I would tell you I've loved you for a thousand of them.”

“and what if I told you this was the last time?” you ask,, you were always afraid you wouldn't wake up after one of your lives,, and this time,, it was going to be true,, sooner or later.

“then i’d tell you that time is not fair, eternity is not enough, not enough time to think about you.”

#seventeen x y/n #seventeen x you #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen headcanons #seventeen imagines #minghao imagines #minghao #xu minghao imagines

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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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I was wondering if you could do headcannons for vtuber!reader meeting corpse for the first time in person after them being friends for a while 🥺🥺

Aww that'd be adorable! Here you go hun! ~ Enjoy! 💕

- You and Corpse met through your shared love for music

- You had been quite familiar with Corpse's discography prior to him reaching out to you so when you received a text from him it's safe to say you were in a deep state of shock

- Not only was this a chance of a lifetime and not only was it being offered to you by someone you looked up to and were a big fan of but it was also someone of your kind

- Well, not really

- Since you're a VTuber, you have your own avatar which you designed and animated while Corpse is more of an entirely faceless YouTuber

- Speaking of your avatar and your experience in the world of Virtual YouTube, Corpse had been intrigued by it since he first heard about it

- So, he didn't hold back the questions when the two of you finally got down to talking

- Quick note: You still used your modified voice you chose for your avatar at the time, even when talking to him and his friends on Discord

- Neither you nor Corpse touched upon the subject of meeting until almost half a year of talking and texting back and forth

- You had made a few tracks together at this point, spiking some rumors from your fans

- You had also made many guest appearances on the Among Us streams him and his friends did, giving you the opportunity to show off your skills in the game

- The first to ever mention an IRL meet up was Corpse

- And boy was he nervous when he nudged the topic

- You, however, surprised him beyond belief with how down you were to do it

- Obviously, you two had your anxiety through the roof when saying that but neither of you let it show

- You cursed and paced your apartment on your own time, away from anyone else’s eyes except the ones of your cat

- And damn was your car judging you heavily

- Regardless of how many times you thought of the option to text him and chicken out, you stayed strong

- You got in the shower

- You got dressed

- You left your apartment and drove yourself to the coffee shop Corpse had picked for this meeting

- He was at a bigger risk of getting recognized than you so you let him pick the location

- It was a whole new feeling, a whole different and foreign experience stepping into that coffee shop

- You had no idea who you were looking for but knew exactly who he’d be

- And when your eyes met, despite no other indication, you knew it was him you were looking at

- “Hi there!” You said shyly, approaching the table

- That greeting was the first time he had heard your voice too so he was rather startled - amusingly so

- And so, with the digital barrier between the two of you removed, it seemed like nothing had changed

- You two introverted individuals who had always struggled with social interaction felt no difference than when you didn’t have each other across a small table

- One small detail did change though

- The trust

- The trust between you grew, the bond strengthened and your friendship became all the more meaningful, real and authentic

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holdingforgeneralhugs · 3 years ago

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I see that you have headcanons of the boys falling in love with a shy reader? But what about the boys falling in love with a spitfire tomboy? MmmmmMMmmmMMmmm????

Aaahhh I love it thank you so much for sending in a request 💕

Donald Malarkey

He loves to wind you up, because he knows just the right ways to do it.

His favourite thing to do is to play pranks on you and catch you out when you least expect it.

Of course you shout at him and tell him he's an idiot and that you're gonna kick his ass.

The more you tell him off, the more he laughs.

So you decide to get revenge, give him a taste of his own medicine.

Of course he's totally delighted that you've fought back, and it becomes a game between you too.

Things start to get flirty between then, and before either of you even realise you're head over heels for each other.

So he decides to plan this whole elaborate way to tell you how he feels but you think it's a prank

So he just grabs your face and kisses you.

When he pulls back you're a little dazed but you cover it well, and of course you can't let him have the upper hand so you say:

"Jokes on you, I acted like that on purpose just to get your chicken ass to kiss me."

Dick Winters

Dick is very confused by you.

One minute you can be all nice and chatty but then if something pisses you off then you're all guns blazing without a second thought.

He's kind of scared of you to be honest.

He's also insanely attracted to you, and the force of said attraction is very surprising to him.

There's just something breathtaking about you, you're a whole force of nature.

He was walking past one day and you were bickering with Guarnere and he just kinda stopped and watched and all he could think about was how much he wanted to kiss you in that moment.

And then much to his dismay that was all he could think about everytime he saw you.

You're standing in his office discussing supplies and he's so distracted because all he can think about is sitting you on the desk and kissing you.

"Goddamnit Dick I'm not standing here to talk to myself you know?"

He blushes bright red and stands abruptly.

He stutters and blushes even redder when you walk around the desk because thinking about those things and actually doing them are too different things.

You just raise an eyebrow at him expectantly and he doesn't know what to do.

So he puts his hands on your cheeks and kisses you, but he pulls back before you can even kiss back and he's wide eyed and bright red.

"Well the least you could have done is gimme a chance to kiss back," you say, flinging your arms around his neck and kissing him soundly.

And yes, you do end up sitting on his desk pretty quick after that.

Joe Liebgott

You and Joe are like fire meets fire and it all explodes.

The guys know that when they see things starting to boil between you two they should get the hell away quick.

Everytime you pass each other you can't resist the snarky comments.

Its always extremely charged between you two, and the guys are taking bets on how long it'll take before you two get over yourselves and hook up.

During one of these regular arguments he curses in frustration and grabs you by the waist and pulls you against him, kissing you roughly.

Of course that also has to be a competition. It's all lip biting and tongues battling and intense af.

After that you two are all over each other whenever you can spare a private moment.

The bickering becomes more flirty banter, and the boys have noticed the difference so they tease you two mercilessly.

Babe Heffron

Babe's kinda scared of you, but he also thinks you're hot as hell.

He and you are pretty close so he knows he's got you in his corner and he's pretty smug about it too.

Of course he's also got a fiery temper, so when the two of you get mad at the same thing it's like a fireworks show.

Despite your tempers though you're actually very sweet on each other.

You're both so soft when you're together, but if anyone points it out you're quick to tell them to piss off.

Hope you like it 💕

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#band of brothers #bob #hbo band of brothers #band of brothers fandom #band of brothers imagine #don malarkey #dick winters #joe liebgott #babe heffron #holdingforgeneralhugs #birthdayweekbonanza

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massivetyrantduck · 3 years ago

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We're back! Incorrect quotes part 3 let's go

Warriors, texting in the group chat: I wonder what Apple shots would look like?

Steam(im experimenting with names for him): *Sends a picture of of a syringe with an apple slice shoddily edited inside*

Legend: *Sends a picture of a shot glass with an Apple poorly drawn inside*

Hyrule: *Sends picture of person dunking a Basketball into the hoop but replaced the basketball with a poorly resized apple*

Warriors: I hate all of you.

Steam: It’s nice to be wanted, you know?

Legend: Not by the law!

First: I’ve invited you here because I crave the deadliest game...

Wind , nodding: Knife Monopoly.

First: I was actually going to play Russian roulette, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is.

Twilight: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter a.

Legend: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory.

Sky: Fuck you.

First, seeing a banana on the car seat: What the FUCK??

First, buckling the banana up: Fucking buckle UP, it’s the LAW!

Time: Wake me up-

Steam: Before you go go

Wild: When September ends

Warriors: WAKE ME UP INSIDE

Time: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!

Wild: Bet you I can!

Steam: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

Time: Guys where did Wild go?

Twilight: They got arrested.

Time: How the hell-

Wild: *bursts in through the window* The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people.

Wind : I like to think of myself as a semi responsible adult here.

Hyrule: Sky is 70% of your impulse control and you know this Wind .

Sky: I feel like Wind is the more responsible one of us two though.

Wind : We are both 70% of each others' impulse control.

Sky: Just two lil beasts in pinwheel hats spinning on the merry-go-round at dangerous velocities, holding each other’s hands so the other doesn’t fall off.

Wind : Oh, my God. Do you know what this is?

Time: It’s a book. There’s a lot of those in here, this is a library.

Legend: Maybe the real monster was the friends we both literally and figuratively murdered along the way.

Twilight: So... what’s goin’ on?

Steam: You want the long version or the short version?

Twilight, hesitantly: The short one, I guess?

Steam: Shit’s fucked.

Twilight: Oh. Well, yeah, that’s definitely not an optimal situation.

Hyrule: I am very small and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that I'm under.

Time: Hey, Joe said he's coming over this afternoon.

Hyrule: Cool.

Time: Do you know who Joe is?

Hyrule: JOE MAMA!

Wind , not even looking up from their phone: Damn, that backfired.

Time: I have an idea.

First: A good idea?

Time: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Legend: We’re about to do the tazer challenge. You want in?

Twilight: What's the tazer challenge?

Steam: We taze eachother, then drink. (no Steam my hc is that ur 17 and my hc is drinking age in hyrule is 18 dont underage drink)

Twilight: How do you win?

Legend: What are you, a lawyer? You want in or not?

Warriors: Do you have a bobby pin?

First: Yeah. *searches in their hair*

First: Oh, no, wait. I’m not a nine-year-old girl.

First: Some of us are still ‘it’ from a childhood game of tag.

Steam: way to just fuck me up on a Tuesday.

Time: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone.

Hyrule: Mine just says "Hyrule no."

Time: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.

Twilight, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket, sir? Hahahaha.

Legend: Do you think other people can’t hear you?

Hyrule: My assistance will be an act of beneviolence.

Legend: ...Don’t you mean benevolence?

Hyrule: No.

Legend: *proud mentor noises*

Legend: I'll offer you some friendly advice-

Wind : I don't want your advice.

Legend: Well, then consider it unfriendly advice.

Hyrule: You know, studies show that keeping a ladder in the house is more dangerous than a loaded gun.

Hyrule: That's why I own TEN guns.

Hyrule: Just in case some maniac tries to sneak in with a ladder.

Time: Stressed.

Four: Depressed.

Twilight: Possessed.

First: Obsessed.

Wind : Impressed.

Warriors: Chicken breast.

Everyone: ...What?

Warriors: I just wanted to join in.

Hyrule: Good morning.

Wind : Good morning.

Wild: Good morning.

Warriors: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.

Four: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS!

Warriors: Be right back, gonna hit the toilet for a quick power sob.

Four(Blue and Vio): BWWAAAAAAAAAA! Oh, you hear that? That's the wrong opinion alarm.

Time: That is not something you actually have installed.

Four: Sorry, say again? I couldn't hear you over my alarm that YOU SET OFF with your WRONG-ASS OPINION.

Time: If I run and leap at First, they will most certainly catch me in their arms.

Time, running towards First: Coming in!

First: No! I’m holding coffee!

First: *Drops coffee and catches Time*

Time: You know you can die from that, right?

Sky: *smoking a cigarette* That’s the point.

Wind : *drinking alcohol* We’re trying to speed this up.

Legend: *Eating raw cookie dough and nodding*

#linked universe #lu four #lu wild #lu time #lu legend #lu wind #lu sky #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu hyrule #lu first #lu spirit #lu incorrect quotes #incorrect lu quotes

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nickcarr-scoutstories · 2 years ago

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I step into the small corner store and the smell of boiling peanuts floods my nose. It’s a pulpy, soggy odor, wasted of anything identifiable as a peanut. I find it more sickening with each visit.

The market is small. Candy bars are locked behind protective glass. Only a few of each item on the shelves: three boxes of spaghetti, four cans of chicken noodle soup…

I locate the owner in the rear of the store. He hunches over pots of boiling peanuts, stirs them slowly.

The man is ancient. He might be in his 80s, or he might be well past 100. He is bent and rigid, skin taut over bone, yet still wrinkled like worn leather.

I have a check to give him for $5,000. We’re filming on his block for two weeks, and he’s allowed us to use his rear parking lot for staging.

Throughout the shoot, I’ve made it a point to show this man the utmost courtesy and respect. Though I don’t know his history, it’s clear that he has lived a hard life, and my goal is for our production to be an experience he looks back positively on.

And yet, at every point, his manner has confused me. He speaks in short, curt sentences. There’s a bitterness to his voice. His eyes remind me of unlit coals.

The man sees the check. He motions for me to give it to the woman at the register, then returns back to his pots without a further word.

The woman at the register is his literal opposite. She’s about half his age, likely in her 40s. She’s obese, barely able to fit in the small space behind the counter. Where he has been steadfastly quiet and emotionless, the woman is loud and adversarial.

“That’s it?” she asks, eying the amount on the check. “Feels like you’re taking us for a ride.”

“In fact, you’re actually getting more than most business owners on the block because you have such a large a lot,” I explain.

She “hmmphs” me skeptically, resumes painting her nails. Like with the owner, the conversation ends abruptly.

I leave. The smell of the boiling peanuts trails me out, soaked into my clothes, my hair, my skin. I turn back to stare at the store for a moment, perplexed by an encounter that mirrors every previous encounter.

Then, I hear a voice behind me: “You actually gave money to that piece of shit?”

I turn. It’s the owner of the hardware store further down the block, who I’ve come to know during our shoot.

“Bet you think he’s just a kindly old man,” he says. “That man destroyed this neighborhood. For real.”

I ask him to tell the story.

“Back in the 80s, when crack first hit this area, that man’s son, a teenager at the time, became a dealer for one of the gangs. One day, a deal went bad, there was a shootout, and his son was gunned down. Dad over there swore he’d get revenge.

“So he started his own drug operation. He hired everyone that used to work with his son, paid them double what they were making to switch crews. He sold crack for cheaper than anyone else in the hood, because he wasn’t in it to make money. He started taking over the entire game.

“And his ace in the hole? You meet his old lady?” I ask if he means the woman behind the register. “Yeah. That’s his wife. He had her open a bail bond place. So anytime his guys got pinched, they’d call her and she’d have them back on the streets the next day selling.”

“The other gangs started getting mad over the lost business. That’s when the violence started. The killings. People were dying all over the place. Kids in his gang, kids in rival gangs, kids who were using his drugs. It went on long after all the people responsible for his son’s death were taken care of. It was like he couldn’t stop.

“Eventually, they got him. He was given 25 years. Been gone ever since. He only got released last month.

“That’s the man you’ve been so generous with,” he says with a laugh. “Just a kindly old man.”

I later confirm the story with a police officer assigned to our production. For the rest of the shoot, I avoid the owner and his store as much as possible.

But I can’t help notice each morning as the man hobbles to his store at 6AM and begins the process of boiling his peanuts, which he tends to unwaveringly throughout the day until he closes the store in the evening.

And not once in the entire two weeks of filming do I ever see a customer buy a bag of his boiled peanuts.

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creepling · 4 years ago

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am i not enough? (quackity x reader) - apocalypse!AU

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THE PROMPT IS . . . “ AM I NOT ENOUGH ? “

pairing: irl!quackity x genderneutral!reader (apocalypse!AU)

word count: 3,306

summary: the reader and alex become a duo while coming across each others paths during a zombie apocalypse. tensions rise as they set up camp in a warehouse, where alex begins to confess how he feels towards the reader. (angst into fluff <33)

tw: zombie apocalypse, blood (ment), cursing, guns, death, eating.

It had been three months since the fallen of mundane life. Three months of complete abnormality, everything known to be in existence that was worth caring about; completely gone. jobs, currency, education were becoming a historic relic. The world was put back to zero. Instead of cavemen and dinosaurs, the new species of flesh-eating corpse’s roamed in packs and seeked for fresh meat. They may have been slow, but they travelled in numbers and they could smell you from a mile away. I learned that your scent became less of a problem when you didn’t keep hygenic. My stence blended with the earth and blood and the roamers didn’t catch us out as much; so we used that to our advantage.

I only had one companion, his name was Alex. He was absolutely dumbfounded when I discovered him. I raided his abandoned home looking for supplies, and when I had to kill a roamer that vacaded in his bedroom; I found him curled up in a ball under his bed. He told me that he had been hiding the whole month when he realised help was to never come; so his only plan was to hide out until he ran out of supplies. That became a problem when I attempted to take them. We made the mutual agreement that if I was to take the supplies, he would come with me. I refused to stay and hide; that is how you get yourself killed. Thankfully he agreed to come with me, and we have been inseperable ever since. However, our bond is nothing close to a friendship, we just had to stick together to survive.

Alex’s main idea was to find a group, hoping by now someone had turned one of the surbubans into a mini civilization. We had travelled between three cities however and we found no sign of good company. As a duo, we have only killed one human within these three months. A man who tried to kill us at gunpoint in hopes of taking our things, to which we scarsely saved our lives by ducking behind a bar table. With one aimless shoot, I shot my gun and it pierced through the man’s chest. I saved our lives, but the sight of the man’s lifeless eyes still haunts me in my sleep.

One night, Alex found a two-store warehouse to shelter in while on a supply run. He suggested we camp on the second floor and catch up on our sleep and starvation, since we eventually got ahold of sleeping bags and tinned food. I agreed, but reminded him the stay can’t be perminant. He agreed also, still fixated on the idea of finding a commune.

While I made a fire and cooked food, I obvserved Alex drawing in a notepad. I failed to make out what he was doing so I asked, “What are you drawing?”

“I’m trying to draw a map.” He said to me, “It’s not accurate, but it will give us a rough idea of the roads until we find a map.”

“I didn’t take you as a smart person.” I said, hoping he didn’t think I meant it seriously. It was rare for me to joke in times like these, but when I did, my humour came off dry. Thankfully, my comment made Alex scoff out a chuckle.

“And I didn’t take you for a fighter.” Alex said. Since being with each other for two months, we both naturally adopted different roles that benefitted us. Alex was the navigator, the finder; he seemed to have a good sense of direction and I relied on him to not get lost. He also had a good eye and was always good at finding things such as second-way exits or food hiding in obscure places. For me, my job was a lot more physical. I was a good shoot, I knew how to make a fireplace, or bandage a wound. When things got dirty, I would get lucky and save our asses.

“Your food’s ready.” I said, handing him his warm can of chicken soup and a packet of chips. He thanked me, putting his notebook down and sitting cross-legged beside me. As we ate we sat in silence, the only sounds in the warehouse being our mouths chewing the food. We hadn’t ate in nearly a week. I tried my best to chew my chips before swallowing so I didn’t end up with stomache pain, but the instant flavour shot through my tongue and I instinctly ate them quickly. Alex finished his food within minutes, licking the chip packet and his fingers; scraping every last bit of soup from the can and into his mouth. I reluctantly did the same, feeling a little embarrassed; I have never felt so starved in my life.

“That was fucking amazing.” Alex sighed out, now heating his hands over the fire. I nodded in agreement, collecting the empty tin cans and keeping them next to our things. They will be handy for traps, tying them with strings and hanging them in the woods while hunting would let us know of intruders. It was the small things like that that has made us survive this long.

“Are you gonna go to sleep now? I could keep watch.” I offered, observing Alex’s bloodshot eyes. If we had mirrors, we would flinch at our reflections. Alex looked rough. He always wore his beanie, which he apparently did even before things got bad. He always had a collective spot of dirt on his nose and cheekbones no matter how clean we were, it’s where it always collected the most. His hands were the most dirty, dirt under his short nails and inbetween his fingers. From the rare occasions we touched hands, I felt the softness of his hands, compared to mine that felt aged and rough. His knuckles were stained with blood. Out of both of us, I was covered in the most blood. When I looked down, my hands had a reddish tint, observing more I could see small cuts on my hands from being idle with my knife when striking roamer’s heads. Without having to see, I knew I had sprays of blood on my face from the amount of times I killed roamers. To think when life was normal we cared so much about our appearence, but now activities like doing makeup, brushing your hair, brushing your teeth seemed so pointless. We were slowly becoming used to primitive life and deep down that scared me. I think it scared Alex too.

“I’m tired as fuck, but I know I won’t sleep.” Alex said in a low tone, looking at his hands full of shame. I nodded my head in understanding, knowing exactly how he was feeling. We hadn’t slept properly in months, instead when one person kept watch, the other just lay down with their eyes closed. We forgot what it was like to dream, or to feel hazy. We were constantly alert.

“Since we have no intention of sleeping. Why don’t we play a game?” Alex said. I cocked my eyebrow up in question. What game could we play that didn’t involve making noise and attracting attention?

“We ask each other 20 questions. Normally if you don’t want to answer a question- you would have to do a dare. But hey, wants the point in hiding nowadays?” Alex said, looking at me contently.

“We should be hiding ourselves more than ever, I think.” I said, adding fuel to the fire to keep it burning. “That way no one knows our weaknesses.”

“So you don’t trust me?” Alex said. His question threw me off. It’s not that I didn’t trust him, but maybe I was unwilling to get to know him. I had already lost the people close to me, and I was still in grieving. I was too afraid to get close with Alex. I always had the thought in the back of my head that one day, I might end up losing him. His intelligence may only get him so far.

“I understand.” Alex said, taking back his question. Seeing the hurt in my eyes, he must have realized what I was thinking. He lost his close ones too. We both lost so much, we had a mutual understanding about that. Yet, I looked at Alex, and he still felt like a mystery to me. He always pulled out jokes, even in times like these. However, in moments when he thought I wasn’t looking, I could see the pain concealed in his face. Sometimes I even heard him cry at night when he thought I was sleeping. Maybe it was about time we opened up to each other, instead of feeling like we need to suffer alone. We could be there for each other not just physically, but emotionally.

“Okay then, since it was your idea, you ask the first question.” I said, hugging my legs to my chest. Alex smiled a little at me, going into thought as he tried to think of a question.

“So, what did you do when life was normal?” He asked first.

I let out a sigh then replied, “I had a very normal life. Lived with my family, did average in school, worked a job to get money. I actually had plans of moving out to the city, I always wanted to go to LA. I never really had aspirations, just wanted to be content.” It sounded boring, but I was happy with my life. I had my ups and downs like everyone else. “What were you like?”

Alex smirked and looked away from me, seeming to become bashful. “I was a twitch streamer.” He said. “And had a Youtube channel. God- it sounds so stupid now that I say it. Like it was all pointless-”

“Were you like- famous?” I asked, trying to conceal a smile.

“Um- I guess you could say that. I had millions of followers.” Alex shook his head, “But I also went to college. I was studying law. I was always staying up late, barely sleeping; both studying and streaming all the time. It took up my whole life, that I just kinda forgot about everything else.”

“Well, you were obviously not famous, because I didn’t know who you were.” I jokingly said, nudging his side. That seemed to make him smile and feel less embarassed.

“So how the hell did you learn how to shoot if you lived such a normal life?” He asked.

“I just learned while doing it. My dad kept a gun.” I admitted, looking at the very same gun I had in the holster wrapped around my thigh. “He would teach me now and then how to use it, but I was never a shooter. The more roamers I shot, the more I got used to it.” Thinking about someone close to me made me chew the inside of my cheek anxiously.

To deflate my melancholy, I asked the next question. “Did you always wear that stupid hat?”

Alex chuckled and rubbed the top of his hat. “Yeah, twenty-four seven. I don’t why, I just find it comfortable. My “fans” would joke that I was bald because I never showed my hair.” He said, “God- saying the word fans sounds fucked up . . .”

“Maybe you’ll bump into one of them.” I said, “Heck- maybe there’s a commune right now dedicated to you, trying to find you and keep you safe.”

Alex laughed again, covering his face with his hands. I laughed alongside him, the first time I genuinely laughed in a good few weeks. Looking at Alex, seeing how I uplifted him, it struck a chord with me. As much as I didn’t like to show it, but he made affects on me that were indescribable. He made me feel just a little more contempt, without him I would probably not be able to cope for this long. We eventually locked eyes with each other, Alex’s gaze being longer than I expected. If it wasn’t for the blood, my face would have exposed the blush forming on my cheeks.

“Have you ever fell in love, (Y/N)?” Alex then asked me, which set me aback. The question was out the blew and I think Alex realised that as he looked away shyly, his gaze fixated on the flames of the fire to avoid my gaze. I still stared at him, almost in amazment, trying to conjuct a reasonable answer.

“I don’t know.” I answered. “I have loved people, yes, but- I don’t think I have been in love. You’re suppose to know when things like that happen, right?”

Alex didn’t answer me, he kept staring at the fire. I found myself admiring his side profile, watching how he slowly bit his lip; concealed in thought. I noticed how the glow of the flames contrasted with the darkness of his eyes, how the light outlined his complexion. When I realized I was staring for too long, I looked away, instead my eyes looked out the warehouse window, my eyes tracing the stars in the night sky.

“I feel like I have known you forever.” Alex admitted all at once. “It’s only been two months, but I have gotten close to you more than anyone I have in my whole life. It might sound crazy but- I believe we were suppose to come together that day.”

My gaze turned back to Alex when I felt his eyes lay upon me. His stare was soft, something I only seen in passing times. I was able to admire him for the first time since we met. In this moment, in the dead of night, away from danger and suspicion; I could look at him with full sentiment. I didn’t need to admire him when he was less suspecting it, afraid of receiving decline or making things awkward. In this moment I realized, I may have developed feelings more than companionship towards him. That excited me. But also terrified me.

“I feel that way with you, Alex.” I admitted, “But . . .”

I decided to choose my words carefully. This conversation was heading in a direction that made me nervous. The world is falling apart around us, and I couldn’t help but question our motives. We should be focusing on survival, not developing a relationship that could be destroyed at any second. Once we step out this warehouse, our chances of losing our lives become high. I wasn’t prepared to damage my mental state, it was already bad enough. I realized my long pause was making Alex shift nervously, so I looked at him in hopes my words would slip from my mouth.

I caved in, muttering lowly, “We should get some rest.” I got up on my feet and was ready to grab my sleeping bag and make up a place to rest, until I heard Alex get his his feet and say words that made my heart sink.

“Am I not enough?”

When I turned to look at him, the hurt was glistening in his eyes. He gulped dryly and he fumbled with his fingers. My eyes shifted from side to side as I was stuck with my words. I kept stammering, and I rubbed my face in stress, ready to plead my case. Until Alex jumped in.

“Don’t think I’m only saying these things to you because there is no one else, (Y/N). I have been thinking about this for a while, everytime I am left with my thoughts. I am certain I will still have the same feelings if we met when things didn’t go to shit. I don’t just think this because we have been the only people for each other. I really really like you, (Y/N). And because of the way the world is, I never want to lose you. I never want you to feel alone ever again. I not only want to protect you because we’re a team, I want to protect you because the thought of losing you pains me so much.”

For a split second I thought Alex was about to burst into tears. That was when I did something I thought I would never do again, which was pull him into my embrace. I hugged Alex so tight that I heard him gasp, freeze, until he eventually wrapped his arms around me and held me just as tight. My face buried into the crook of his neck, feeling the warmth of his body, his soft hands caressing my back and brushing his thumb down my spine in a soothing manner.

“You are enough, Alex.” I said, my words muffled by his body. I reached my lips to his ear so he could hear my words clearly. “I just didn’t want you to feel like you had to like me, or be forced to like me just because we were brought together. I was afraid you thought you were stuck with me.”

I anticipated the day that once we meet other life, Alex would slowly fade away and forget who I was. Once he meets other people, we would go our seperate ways. I never knew why the hypothetical idea pained me so much, until now. As Alex pulled away from my embrace, looking me in the eyes in a loving manner that was foreign to me, his hands on my shoulders, I realized why that idea made my heart feel heavy. I never want him to leave me, I want him to always be by my side. Alex’s gaze was enough proof that he wanted the same.

Stimulated by his touch, I was taken aback when I felt his hand cup my cheek. The warmth of his breath breezing against my cheek, I inhaled as if oxygene was nonexistent. I never realized the proximity between us was slowly closing in and when I did my eyes fluttered shut. Alex hesitated for a split second before pressing his soft lips against my own. My neck bent slightly backwards and I shifted my head to the side to deepen into our kiss, my blood-stained hands grabbing the edges of his open jacket and holding him dearly close. The heat of the kiss intermingled with the heat from the fire, my cheeks and ears grew hot. Alex’s hands were surprisingly warm as he reached his hands under my shirt, pressing his fingers and palms on the middle of my back before running his touch down my spine. My breath became shaky and I felt my legs grow heavy under me, my hands cupped the back of his neck to keep myself uplifted, and luckily Alex’s arms held my weight and pressed my body against his. It felt like hours had went by between our lips moving in sync, our tongues grazing our bottom lip’s, our hands moving and resting on different parts of our bodies. His touch felt contagious, his kisses ranging between soft and passionate. I didn’t want to stop, I never wanted to let go. Between kisses I would mutter you are enough, you are enough which made Alex smile against my lips.

That night, everything we had to worry about became last priority. The focus all throughout was each other, making up for the days where affection couldn’t be shown. In the dead of night, there wasn’t a roamer in sight. Instead of hearing narls and groans or screams of pain, there was only the faint sounds of nature. The full moon glistened, as if to be a prediction for the emotions spilling between us. I promised myself from this moment on, as I admired Alex, I would protect him no matter what. I will make sure he always feels safe as long as he is beside me. He will always be enough, if not more.

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imaginary-portal · 4 years ago

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Unspoken - Part Two

Bucky Barnes x Fem Reader

Summary: Y/N is a superhero with telekinetic and healing capabilities. The only catch, she doesn’t speak (italicized words are thoughts).

Word Count: ~2k words

Part One Part Three

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While Y/N was in the bathroom, Sam and Bucky had a conversation. Although they tried to keep their voices hush, Y/N could hear mumblings through the wall.

“How did you get her to stay?” Sam asked. “I don’t know, I was rambling for a while and she just wrote down on paper.” Bucky said. “Are you ok?” Sam asked. “Yeah, she just reminds me a bit of myself when I was recovering.” Sam nodded. “Maybe she’s been through some shit-“ Y/N opened the bathroom door and the conversation stopped. “So Bucky did you finally decide what to eat?” Sam recovered quickly so Y/N didn’t raise any suspicion. “Uh I guess I’ll get the parm.” Bucky said. “I’ll call it in. Be right back.” Sam left the room and called the food in from outside. Y/N sat down on a bed, pulled out her book and started reading. “Um- that’s Sam’s bed. I don’t know what we’ll do for the sleeping situation tonight.” Bucky said awkwardly. She gets up and sit in a chair instead, continuing her reading.

When Sam returns he finally breaks the ice. “The food should be here in half an hour. So do you want a bed to yourself or do you mind sleeping with one of us?” Y/N ponders for a moment. It would be nice to avoid any awkwardness and sleep alone. Plus it seems the two could use some bonding. Something about their friendship seems off. On the other hand, I feel like I can trust Sam. Y/N points to Sam’s bed. “I already told her it was your bed.” Bucky points out. “Are you ok with that?” Sam asks and she nods her head. Sam and Bucky exchange silent glances. Sam’s was a look of victory, he got her to nod. Bucky’s was a look of jealousy. Sam tried half as hard and got more communication from her.

Y/N read some more, but she finished her book. Since she only carries one with her at a time, she was at a loss. “Good book?” Sam asked. Y/N handed him the book and he flipped through the pages. Y/N looked over at Bucky, who was looking back at her. Unable to handle the queasy feeling, she immediately looked away. “Hmm seems interesting.” Sam handed the book back. Y/N grabbed the remote from the desk. How are these dudes just sitting here? Don’t they want something to pass the time? Y/N turned on the television and flipped through the channels. She decided on the sports channel, something she thought the guys would enjoy. They sat and watched the game until a knock sounded at the hotel room door.

Sam grabbed the food and paid the delivery guy, who spent his time looking at Y/N in the background. Bucky caught wind of this and tightened his jaw at the sight. Bucky felt a wave of overprotection wash over him. He didn’t know why, but Bucky didn’t want to think about Y/N being with someone. Bucky shot a death glare at the delivery guy, who started to look a little worried. When Sam finally shut the door, eating time began. The hotel room was silent as everyone enjoyed their meals. Y/N didn’t want to look too desperate, but this salad was the largest meal she’d had in days. Y/N is not good at prioritizing her money, she spends it all on books and coffee. Sam noticed that she finished her salad within minutes. “We could have gotten you something else if we knew you were that hungry. Want some money for the vending machine?” Sam offered as Y/N looked up at him. Without prompt, Sam grabs some money out of his bag. “Go crazy girl.” He hands her two dollars. Y/N leaves to find the vending machine.

“Dude, did you give the delivery guy one of your stone cold stares? He looked like he was about to piss himself.” Sam said, laughing. Bucky avoided eye contact as he took a bite of his food. “He was staring at her. The look in his eyes just gave me a bad feeling.” Bucky defended himself but Sam could see right through it. “You know she looks at you, right? When you’re not paying attention.” Sam added. Bucky shook his head. “I doubt it. If anything she likes you.” Sam put down his fork. “That’s where I disagree. She trusts me more, but she likes you.” Sam paused but saw no reaction from Bucky. “Fine, want to make a bet? If she likes you, you have to wash our laundry for the week.” Bucky shoved another bite of chicken parm in his mouth. “How would we know if she likes me?” Sam huffed a smile. “You mean besides the goo goo eyes she’s been giving you? I don’t know, maybe if she makes a move or something.” Bucky sighed. She doesn’t even talk to me, she barely gives me any sort of acknowledgment. I’ll win this bet, easy. “Fine, we have a deal.” The two men shook hands.

After walking around for a few minutes, Y/N found the vending machine in a hidden corner. Her eyes widened at the sight of a candy bar. Y/N ate the chocolate on a bench outside, not wanting to interrupt the guys. She comes back inside to see the two finished eating and getting ready to sleep. The room smelt strongly of Italian food.

“I’m going to shower real quick.” Bucky announced, not knowing Y/N was in the room. The tone of his voice is different. Y/N made a mental note. Y/N took off her shoes and approached Sam’s bed. “I’ll keep this between us but, can you tell me your name?” Sam asked. Y/N contemplated. Ah screw it. I’m feeling generous today. Y/N took the hotel notepad and wrote her name down. She folded up the paper and handed it to Sam. “Y/N. What a pretty name.” He said with a smile. “I promise I won’t tell Bucky.” Y/N got under the covers and turned off the lamp next to her. “Goodnight Y/N.” Sam said and got into bed.

The two slept with their backs towards each other, however, that gave Y/N a direct line of sight to Bucky’s bed. When Bucky got out of the shower, the bathroom light shined in her face. She saw his damp hair, he was only wearing boxers. Y/N got a quick peek at his abdomen. Bucky smirked at Y/N when he noticed her look. He slept facing Y/N, hoping to get a glimpse of what she looks like asleep in the morning.

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Bucky was the last to awaken in the morning, Sam getting up for an early run and Y/N taking a shower. Bucky finally got out of bed when he heard the bathroom door open. Y/N’s hair was wet and she smelt fresh. Bucky awkwardly got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. Y/N watched him from behind, subtly checking him out without him knowing. Just as Bucky finished getting dressed, Sam came back. “I’ll meet you guys for breakfast I’m just gonna shower real quick.” Sam said, short of breath.

After breakfast, the three went to scope out their next mission. They had intel about the position of the super soldiers and it appeared to be correct. “Let’s go in, while they least expect it.” Sam said. “Wait, what if there’s civilians in there?” Bucky asked. “Well I have yet to see a single one. Even if we just start from outside we can get them.” Bucky contemplated for a minute. “Ok, what do we do with her?” Bucky gave Y/N a side eye. “She helps us out, yeah?” Y/N nodded in Sam’s direction. “Sounds like a plan. Let’s get in there.”

There turned out to be more super soldiers than originally expected, causing the team some struggles. Y/N was a big help, moving large objects to thwart groups of them. However, there came a point where the three of them were encircled by the soldiers.

“Y/N look out!” Sam yelled and Y/N stopped a flying sword that was coming after her. Bucky stopped in his tracks. “Y/N, hm that’s her name.” He mumbled to himself. However, he didn’t have much more time to think about it because another super soldier came running at him. Y/N grabbed the sword and started fighting soldiers with combat as well. Y/N heard a gun click and turned her head to see it was pointing at Sam and Bucky. When the gun fired, Y/N made the bullets fall to the ground. The soldier wasted an entire round of bullets.

The soldiers ended up giving in, but running away as a group. Sam chased after them, but to no avail. Bucky looked to be in pain, as he was crouched on the ground, groaning. Y/N approached him and saw his hand covering his shoulder. It looks like he was stabbed. Y/N reaches her hand out and heals the wound, Bucky’s breathing slowed. Y/N also healed the cuts on his face and arm. Bucky watched in amazement as Y/N used her powers to heal him. He liked the feel of her gentle hands on his skin. He looked into her eyes, “Thank you, Y/N.” Y/N nodded and helped Bucky stand up. She liked the sound of her name coming from his mouth. Sam returned appearing unharmed. “Let’s get our stuff, they’re heading north.”

Another night another hotel with only two beds. This time felt different, though, now that Bucky’s wounds are healed, he doesn’t have to take this time to recover from them. He was excited to get a good sleep. “How about we take turns yeah? Y/N can swap between beds so that way it’s fair?” Y/N shrugged as if she didn’t care. However, she was excited to share a bed with Bucky.

That night Bucky and Y/N also slept with their backs facing each other. Bucky was awakened in the middle of the night by some murmurs from the other side of the bed. Bucky turned on the light and looked over to Y/N. She was having a nightmare and talking in her sleep. Bucky turned off the light and settled back into bed. Her voice sounded so vulnerable and desperate. It made him sad that he had to hear her voice for the first time like that, but there was nothing he could do about her nightmare. He wondered if Sam dealt with the same thing the night before. It was hard to fall back asleep because then Y/N started to quietly whimper. When the whimpers stopped Y/N woke up. She slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom, teary eyed. She washed up and brought herself back into reality. It was just a dream. I hope I didn’t wake anyone else up. Y/N would be embarrassed if they knew.

Y/N went back to bed, and Bucky whispered her name, “Y/N, is everything ok?” He obviously wouldn’t be able to tell in the dark so he turned on the lamp. He turned towards Y/N, who had wrapped the blanket around her, her eyes red. “You know I, I get nightmares too.” Bucky sat up, close to Y/N, his voice barely a whisper. Y/N’s heart started racing at the thought of him hearing her dreams. “For a while I wasn’t a good guy, I was under mind control and torture. I did things, horrible things you could never imagine.” Y/N watched him as he spoke, while Bucky stared into the distance. “I’m still not over it, but it does get better. I promise.” Bucky slowly moved his arm to rest on Y/N’s blanketed shoulder. “If you ever want to talk-or I guess write about it, I’m here.” Y/N liked the sound of his voice, soft and comforting. Bucky looked over to Y/N to see her looking right back at him. Y/N felt her embarrassment wash away. She gave Bucky a small smile, which he returned. I guess he’s different than I thought. Y/N laid down and faced opposite of Bucky, ready to go back to sleep. Bucky reached over and turned off the light. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

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If you could cross over two of your favorite games, which would you choose? Please explain, why that crossover would be a good match.

Oh you’re going to regret asking this one, I’m bout to GET SERIOUS.

So Pokemon, obvs, I love the whole world it’s built in, but the games imo are REALLY boring, I haven’t enjoyed one a lot since gale of darkness, the main ones just are a little too linear obvious plots, pretty standard setups for story and style. Speaking of style, the games lack personality, the models aren’t animated well, moves have no dynamic energy or visual difference at times, and the turn based battle style just feels kind of, I don’t know, old? Slow? Just doesn’t suit what I enjoy personally, gives me a FInal Fantasy vibe and I just cannot stand the speed at which things happen in those games, plus not into 3rd person ‘let’s build a team of people’ much, but that’s a problem for another time. With this all in mind, the game I wish would happen is like gen20 Pokemon, far future sadly, I doubt I’d see it in my lifetime but god I’d be happy if I did!

Ok so take the newest Zelda graphics, the visual treat that was BOTW, open world, puzzles, not JUST combat, you got side missions, hunt the chickens, find missing pets, parcels, items, whatever. Love it! The horse taming?! Amazing you funky little game. Now take the bad guys and beasts from that. And put Pokemon in instead. Give them the diversity, the life and believable natures that BOTW gave the animals, I followed a frog in BOTW for 15 minutes, and it was a great experience, it felt like it was believable. Above world spawning, ACTUAL difficult gameplay, rare spawn rates, make dragons hard to get again, cmon, it’s too easy now, make it so we need a certain set of Pokemon for certain tasks. Water types big enough to carry you will be able to get you to new areas, rock types that can help you climb mountains faster, or break through blocking boulders. Actual towns with more than 4 houses in them, shops, barns, farms, homes. Like little link with the heat, maybe ice types would struggle in volcano areas, or bug Pokemon not be so comfortable in gale force winds. Give the weather more of an effect on your partners. Mounts, don’t even get me started that Pokemon Let’s go had you able to ride any of the larger species, but swsh did not???? Bitch please, give me my rideable Pokemon. The wild area too was far too closed, limited, online was laggy and a mess, camping is limited, let me do more with my team. Pokemon for me is all about the actual creatures, how they live with humans, and the many wonderful things they’re capable of. Yes of course it’s cool they can fight, but like what else you know?

I’d love a game that lets me buy a plot of land, maybe plant things, custom build things. I’m a sucker for the fallout4 settlement builds when they’re modded to hell and back, they’re fun! It can be a really calm and creative process. If I could do that and skip the main campaign and all the battles for a bit? Amazing, it sound perfect for me. I am that distracted hoe collecting flowers while the kingdom burns in the background. Side quests are everything to me. Let me give homeless people enough money to get them in a home? Let me adopt Pokemon that are stray around the town? Plz oh plz bring me a Pokemon game that allows me to work WITH my team to do more than KO other species. I want to save and buy a plow for my buddy gogoat, and grow amazing foods to sell to get currency to spend in decorations, to spoil my team. Give me actual game consequence, if I ignore that sick and injured Pokemon I find in the wild, later maybe it’s family don’t want to help me out with a different problem, too stricken from grief. I am all about the average bits, the old women who need help, the lost pets board in town, the general day to day stuff. Let me get cosmetic items for the Pokemon I keep, cute outfits, special gemstone items, let me actually live with them, or even feel remotely like they’re realistic.

Ok so in game, if it’s looking like BOTW it’s pretty beautiful but also stylised, I’d have it so you can send out a maximum of 3 Pokemon from your 6, using bumpers and such to throw them out. If you hit the trigger you switch from controlling the human trainer, to the Pokemon you’ve targeted with a standard lock on targeting system. You then can be the leader, but be the Pokemon. You could technically defeat the game without a human if you wanted, which incorporates the mystery dungeon games I think, and caters to that crowd. I’d love to see the use of attacks out of battle, things like using water gun to grow plants, using ember to start a campfire faster and stave off the cold. There’s no consequence to Pokemon anymore, and I think that’s where it’s lost me. I have to admit I miss the days of a poisoned pokemon fainting if you don’t heal them soon enough, I miss gym battles that were actually tough, damn, try picking charmander in red and beating brock without grinding in viridian forest first, it’s not easy. And I loved that. Yes it’s a child’s game, it will never be difficult again, but god it’d be nice to have a bit of a challenge, or maybe a difficulty setting, so some could play it with hostility turned off, great for kids, or you can be n adult like I know so many Pokemon fans are, and play it on expert mode and ACTUALLY have to work hard to beat the game. Alternate skill trees anyone? Train gun a fire type to ACUTALLy combat water moves?? Please! Cmon! It frustrated me that every challenger has pretty much a systematic set of moves to use to win. Grass opponent? Fire attack spam until you win. It’s dull, so at least with very difficult tricks to either find or learn in game would make it more achievable if you can send that fire type in and I don’t know, train them so much the heat evaporates the water mid-battle and you suddenly have a shot at winning. Pokemon has taught me that if you work hard enough you can achieve something, but the games just have such strict ways to win. Feels wrong.

In terms of battling, let us BE the Pokemon, let us learn to dodge, train our speed, train our defence, make a team of truly tough Pokemon instead of just, average? Some species have a cap on their skills, a squirtle has lower stat points than a Charizard, but you can’t ever change that? Let me choose the Pokemon I believe in, and let me work with them until they’re just as good, if not better than the game tanks. This would also make online battles more interesting. Everyone picks the top trio. Fairy, dragon, legendaries. And yknow what? It’s boring. That one IRL fight with the monster Pacharisu that won in the world tournament with follow me and the situs Berry? Unbelievable, I love that little rat so much because of this, so let us all have a chance to build a team that’s strategically viable, strong, and potentially a winner formula, even if they aren’t fully evolved, or the biggest Pokemon in the world. Yeah maybe you have to grind way harder with your unevolved Pokemon, but you get to the end game and win, because you put love and time into species that you enjoy, not just good fighters.

Unfortunately I am beholdent to Todd-idiot-Howard, and I love the Eldrescrolls and fallout games (before they got dumb, not that I don’t play the new ones. 76 I’m looking at you, you big asshole game.) honestly I hate online games, so none of that junk, just a good old fashioned open world sandbox game is plenty. Games for me are an escape from others, not an invitation to socialise. To each their own of course, and I do play online games sometimes, just pretty short lived ones, over watch and rdr2 for example. Would they be sometimes better on private servers? Yes of course, fallout76? Want to play with others? No. I do not. Please leave me alone. And if you buy a private server you’re feeding the monster that is Todd Howard, the man the myth the asshole, then we’ll get more bad games like 76. I just so desperately want the Pokemon company to see what a beautiful potential game they’ve got on their hands, that could be suitable for far greater audiences, but instead they’ve focused on the kids. It’s fine, it’s functional, but it’s lost to the fans from day 1, that are all 20+ years old now and want something meatier to play, something far more broad and inclusive. I also hate that there’s no wheelchair option in any Pokemon game. Like cmon, it’s not hard to include that.

In short, BOTW + Pokemon, with a sprinkle of open world sandbox to it, less fighting, more fun. Or, at least both options. Sure, go fight everything, great, but I want to farm carrots over here with 6sunflora, plz let me have some peace.

Edit: I forgot about harvest moon, chuck some of that in there too.

SECOND EDIT: someone in the comments mentioned to put this in Unova? Plz love yourselves, this game would be ALL MAPS. Stuff one singular location, this is the ideal game, put every map in it, join them, put islands in, make them more explorable, more detailed!

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