#just a silly little one shot

[that-one-xachster]

by saying something stupid like 'i love you'

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"I love you"

"What?"

"Nothing."

-> 3 times in which you try to tell him that you love him, but thats not how it goes

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can be taken for any character that you'd like, I was feeling a bit silly haha- might get back into writing

not sorry if this one shot sounds like a comedy show rather than fully angsty, I wrote it based on how I have interactions with people, so im not sorry cause I don't know how you interact with people. please dont come at me for it not sounding angsty or wtv GAAAA I SOUND RUDE LMFAO WHAT

not proofread!

[f/n] = friend's name

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"I love you."

"Huh?"

He looked up from your notebook, holding his pen, explaining the question in chemistry you didn't understand. He sat so close to you, your knees touching, making you feel like a man in the 1800s who just saw a woman's ankle.

You shook your head.

"Nothing."

He just shrugged and went back to explaining the problem to you, and you shifted your weight, resting your head in your palms.

You tapped your foot repeatedly against the table, listening to what he was explaining, before stopping him -

"Wait a second, isn't that the wrong step? You gotta restart-"

"Huh? What are you talking about- oh shit."

"See-"

"Yeah, funny story how about we both just go and ask [f/n]?"

"True. Do that, she's the smarter one."

"Smarter than you for sure."

"No, you're the most idiotic one out of all of us, shut up-"

"No can do-"

You two bickered back and forth until the class ended, never getting to ask [f/n].

Moments like these were what made you fall harder.

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"I love you."

He didn't even hear you this time. Of course he didn't, how would he? He was in the hall, talking to some other friends of his. You're not his only friend, you shouldn't be so selfish-

"Did you say something? Sorry, I was submitting this assignment."

The same friend mentioned before, [f/n] sat next to you in class. She was adamant that you had a thing for the guy, despite your multiple attempts to deny it. No way in absolute hell would you admit that you had a flimsy, silly, teensy little crush on him. No way.

"Nah, you can go back to that."

"I have a better idea, did you hear what happened this morning to-"

And she told you about some events that occurred in the morning, as if she were your personal newsletter. For free of course. She was the nerdy type, but had many friends and always knew what was up with the school, and of course she had to fill you in. You listened to her tell you about random fights, break ups, make ups, and people being stupid in general, enjoying the time you spend with your friend.

Sometimes a distraction is good right? Sometimes.

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"I love you."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"No no no no- what? Repeat that."

"Dude, I said nothing-"

"Nuh uh, you keep mumbling random shit and won't tell me what it is bruh, spit it out."

"The hell you mean 'nuh uh'? Buddy you don't need to peek into everything I say, you see, im a verbal thinker hArDy hAr hAr-"

"..."

"..."

"....for the love of god never do that again."

"....yeah."

Akward silence engulfed you two. The teacher walked in after a few seconds, immediately starting the class.

Recovering from the past embarrassment, you whispered jokes to each other, poked each other with your pens, copied each other's notes when you couldn't finish writing them in time, and got caught laughing too much for a joke, but hey.

At least he didn't hear you mumble another soft, barely audible, "I love you."

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| ennoshita, atsumu, OIKAWA, tendou, hanamaki (hear me out), kirishima, denki (hmo), SERO, honenhuki, muramatsu (a very big hmo), + anyone else you'd like! these were the ones I thought of lol |

hope you enjoyed <3

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bonus ! funny little smidgen- well funny to me lmao

"Do you have the answers for math?" "I thought you did." "..." "..." "Ok- ok well I did half at home, I'll just do the other half now-" "Hold up- which half did you do?" "The first, why?" "Goddammit, I did the first too." "We're screwed?" "We're screwed."

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[roseofsherwood]

“The Jacobs & The Coronas”

CW: Minors smoking and gambling

Racetrack Higgins sat on the steps of the newsboys boarding house fiddling with his hand of cards. He glanced up at the new newsie he had roped into playing with him. This kid was probably 12 and had a look of concentration plastered on his face as he stared at his cards. But Race knew no matter how hard this kid tried, Race was about to win a cent at the end of this game. Racetrack took off his cap, fanning himself a bit. Even though the sun was disappearing behind the giant buildings, the night brought no relief from the unending heat and the smells that lingered in that heavy New York air. At this particular moment he could pick out the smells of fish, sweat, rotting food, refuse, and…smoke.

A smoke. That’s what he wish he had right now.

He’d been out of anything he could smoke for 2 days, and about the only thing that was keeping him in a good mood at the moment was watching this kid about to lay down a card (specifically a stupid choice of a card), which would secure his victory. But just before the kid had laid that card onto the stone steps, Race heard a voice shout his name from behind him.

At this startling sound, the little newsie up and bolted into the boarding house, his hand of cards fluttering through the air before landing back on the ground. Race sighed and rolled his eyes before he began to gather the cards that were now tossed across the steps.

“Well hello to you too, Davey.” He said, not even looking up.

“Racetrack! I cannot believe you gave my little brother a cigar!”

Race laughed, pausing his card pickup just long enough to look up and see the panic in David’s face. “Do what now?”

“This isn’t funny, Race! My folks are gonna kill me if they find out!”

“I didn’t give Les nothin’!” Race shoved all the cards in his pocket, before throwing up his hands in surrender, “Honest!”

“Oh yeah? Well I just found him smoking…this!” David pulled a half smoked Corona out of the pocket of his well pressed shirt.

Race jumped to his feet, snatching the cigar from Davey’s hand. “That crafty little thief!” He remarked, not yet sure if he was more angry or proud of the kid.

“Excuse me?” David snapped.

“Oh, calm down, Dave. He’ll be fine! I was smokin’ long before I was the kid’s age.”

“Well, that’s great,” mumbled David as he shoved his hands into his pockets. Race turned his attention fully to his cigar now, fumbling through every pocket on his body, in search of a match. After a minute of frenzied searching, David sighed loudly and pulled three matches out of his shirt pocket, extending them to Race.

Race’s eyes lit up and he grabbed the matches before David’s arm was fully outstretched. With the cigar in his mouth, he used one hand to steady himself on the railing of the steps, and the other hand to strike a match on the bottom of his worn leather boots.

And that was that. It was lit. He finally had his Corona. He took a few moments, savoring his cigar before looking up at David grinning. David sighed, apparently giving up on his normal speech about how Race shouldn’t be smoking and instead simply shook his head.

Race’s grin turned mischievous and he held out the cigar to his friend.

Davey looked at Race indignantly…then down at the cigar…then back to Race. Finally David crossed his arms and simply replied, “That’s disgusting.”

[omi-boshi]

"What are you doing?" Kiyoomi asks from his place on the bed, wary.

His arms part as he makes space for you to wiggle your way onto his chest. He breathes a laugh at your antics, watches as you take his face between the palm of your hands. The grin that tugs on your lips is a little lopsided, a little cheeky.

The bright red of your lips catches the light and it is the last thing he sees before you begin your assault.

Kiss. On his lips.

Kiss. Right cheek.

Kiss. Left cheek.

Kiss. Tip of his nose.

Kiss. The moles on his forehead.

By the tenth kiss, he is roaring in laughter. The kind of laugh that you've only ever heard when he's with you. It's loud, it shakes his entire being, jostling your body that lies on top of his if not for the arms he has wrapped around you to keep you in place.

It's a little ugly, a little silly the way he snorts in between laughs, but it is offset by the unbridled joy so clear to your ears. The kisses you leave by the corner of his eyes are distorted by the way they're crinkled in laughter. From there, his grin is a permanent fixture as you continue to fill every gap on his face and neck with kisses.

As the tint on your lips slowly fades, his laughter does too, mellowing down into a dopey little smile, eyes bright. You pull back to admire your handiwork, your smile just as dazed.

One arm unravels from your waist to cradle one of your hands still cupping his cheeks. He nuzzles into the touch, eyes tracing over your features, gaze so warm you feel it on your skin. It moves you to lean in once more, to kiss him on the lips.

Longer this time.

And Kiyoomi is more than eager to reciprocate. It's heavier, wetter. More breaths, gasps, and the occasional bites. There is an attempt at deepening the kiss further; Kiyoomi's tongue tracing the seam of your lips. But the giddiness that thrums through him pulls his grin wider. Every time your teeth clash, it makes you laugh into his mouth. It is truly in vain that you try to kiss properly.

When you finally pull away, it is to Kiyoomi mirroring you and cupping your cheeks with both hands.

"What was that for?" He is breathless as he asks. The look on his face no less lovestruck than it was before. The tint on his lips was the most smeared compared to all other kiss marks on his face. It makes you giggle, amused.

"I just wanted to kiss you, is all." You kiss the palm of his left hand to emphasize. "And I wanted to try out the lipstick I bought today." You nod towards the tube sitting innocently on your nightstand.

Kiyoomi shakes his head, chuckling to himself.

He hugs you to his chest, rolling you onto your back, placing himself on top of you. He reaches for the tube of lipstick, smile growing mischievous.

"Guess it's time to return the favor."

[dootznbootz]

Fascinating how Polites, the character who is the personification of Odysseus' optimism and is only in 5 songs, is more grieved and appreciated than Eurylochus, a character who is his own person and is in 11 songs.

[jojo-schmo]

I'm updating my personal ref sheets and it's really hitting me just how SMOL Kirby, Bandee, and Elfilis really are compared to the rest of the cast.

[sorryiliketoscreenshot]

| - My name is Kara

[food-lover9000]

AAAAAA I FINISHED CROPPING THEM FINALLY MY CURRENT CARD CASES WITH MY CURRENT INSERTS (part one of uh prob 7 or 8 bc i took too many photos and got too many card pictures)

[thegreatyin]

How did you manage to handle not one, but FOUR separate accounts in fl? I recently made the account for my HD little guy but having to do the tutorial again just seems miserable

there's... weirdly several answers to that question, actually??

a HUGE part of it is due to the way FL is structured. the 10-minute action timer is a core part of the game on a fundamental level, and the fact that i can very easily run out of stuff to do on one character and thus have an excuse to quickly and easily swap to another is just... convenient? satisfying? i'm not entirely sure how to explain it. the fact that i can make progress even while i am fundamentally simultaneously Not Making Progress is like pure dopamine for my freak insane awful little brain. there's just something really pleasing about spending all of my actions pursuing The Goal Of The Day™ on one account before casually swapping to another and doing the same without feeling like i'm wasting time or acting to the first account's explicit detriment. the downtime helps! the recharge time helps! the structure really really works!!

i'm technically only actively playing three, maybe two accounts minimum. the only reason the fourth (the one that'll be my future BaL playthrough) currently exists at all is so i can get his earlygame completely out of the way now and not have to waste time running through it all later, when what i actually want to do is play the ambition i've made myself wait a full year to play. and also getting free goodies as seasonal stuff happens,, something something surprise tools to help us later. the only two accounts i'd say i'm really "actively playing" at the moment are caeru and lark- and of the two, lark takes the most priority, since his ambition is the one i'm currently pursuing in earnest. for a couple months now- despite being My Main FL Character- the scoundrel has actually been pretty inactive on a gameplay front outside of the occasional progression in TLC and discordance content. purely by virtue of having Very little left to do outside of Very long-term grinds and vanities. they're in their "now what?" "now you can start playing the game" era. they've graduated to previous protagonist background cameo in a sequel anime series. they're like the yin FLPC equivalent of red at the top of mount silver. they're Literally just vibing rn. i only keep posting about them regardless because i'm insane and i will never ever ever ever ever let that bat go. but yeah, big TLDR, outside of doing the bare minimum to keep making waves/notability up every week, i'm not actually spending that much time on accounts i'm not currently actively interested in playing. and that accounts for way more gaming spoons than you might think.

i have a virtually lifelong history of playing MMOs, especially and specifically world of warcraft. i was born in the endless grind for useless video game pixel vanities and/or bragging rights. molded by it. you all have merely adapted to doing the same piece of content a pointlessly excessive amount of times for literally no reason besides whimsy and folly. me? i've done my time. i've served my sentence. i've spent weeks doing the original burning crusade netherwing dailies. i've devoted days to running praetorium over and over and over again, back-to-back, nonstop, long before square enix cut it in half and made it NOT take at minimum an hour and a half per run. i've perfected my silverwastes + auric basin goldfarming strategies. i've (almost) crafted dragonwrath tarecgosa's rest. i've killed the sha of anger so many times its dying scream of agony is embedded into the very fabric of my being. ""only"" doing making your name content four times over? that is nothing to me. it means nothing to me. it is so infinitesimal i can do the persuasive seduction quests in my sleep. it's not a matter of handling misery, or having the capacity, or even sighing as i remember the brass embassy raid segment of the watchful questline seriously i don't know why i keep forgetting that exists or what even is my problem with it i just am so consistently mildly inconvenienced by it and its highly specific resource requirements and it is the worst thing ever. maybe i'm just so used to the scoundrel's near-infinite money and troves of disposable items that i've completely forgotten what being poor is like. despite having done that step 3 fucking times now. ahem. anyway. i have transcended the feeble mortal bindings of my resistant-to-grinding flesh and ascended to a higher plane of enlightenment, they may call me insane but they will be the ones left laughing when they see what that "insanity" has wrought, i've usurped them, i've usurped them all-

hacks and coughs and awkwardly clears my throat. i mean. uh. um. Ahem.

the empress' court artistry + tales of the university nerfs helped too.

[serethereal]

Humanity

“Don’t do this,” Sirius whispers, his eyes large and pleading, shining like his namesake. “Moony, I’m begging you, please.”

He looks so sincere that it tugs at Remus’ heartstrings. Appeals to his sense of humanity. It almost makes him hesitate. Almost.

But one look into those eyes and he can see the madness within. 

“I have to,” Remus grimaces in apology, slowly lowering his hand. “Draw four.”

@wolfstarmicrofic

[touchlikethesun]

i feel like, years from now maybe even decades, i will still be waking up in a cold sweat thinking about the last line of mdzs.

"and forever after, his eyes could never move away from him again."

[amy-maguire]

As the New Year Starts Do not Abandon Me, Father.

Late New Years writing piece about my favorite little guys Osamu Dazai and ATSUSHI!

References to the WAN episode where they go to see the fireworks and to season 4 and 5. CW: Talk of su1c1de, dad Dazai and son Atsushi headcanon, some projection, possible bad characterization DUE to the projection as well as me writing this in multiple times instead of directly in one sitting.

Word Count: 1396

Type: Technically a one shot since it isn't related to anything else. Enjoy!

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Dazai closed his eyes, the loud banging of the fireworks continuing to sound in his ears. He knew there was a high likelihood that his hearing would be damaged, but he was never really the type of person to care about those sorts of things.

He leaned forward, his arms dangling haphazardly over the railing as he finally reopened his eyes and stared up at the twinkling fireworks that cracked and then fell down to earth.

"When I go, I hope I'll go out just as beautifully." He commented, not really saying so in hopes of comments from the others, but more so for himself. He knew however, that someone was likely to comment on his actions, and that person just so happened to be Atsushi.

"I'd really prefer if you didn't go at all.." Atsushi mumbled, his voice filled with more concern than Dazai was used to. He found it sweet actually, that someone cared about him, and yet it didn't seem to phase him too much. He shouldn't get attached to people that he might- no would most definitely, lose. Best not to dwell on those things. "Please don't say things like that, even as a joke." Atsushi added, more worry and even frustration in his tone. It was concerning to him that Dazai could mention such things so casually. While Dazai had assumed people he cared about would eventually run out of his life in twisting flames, Atsushi couldn't even think leaving. In fact it made him scared to think of such loneliness.

"Try not to worry too much Atsushi," Dazai said calmly, his voice happy and light, "I'm merely making a sweet comparison."

"Not when it's about death!" Atsushi argued. "This kind of thing is serious- you can't just call it sweet because you talk about it so often!" Dazai chuckled, another firework blowing up loudly in the distance. It reminded him of gunfire, and even though it made him slightly nauseous he enjoyed it. "I'll be okay, really," he consoled, although with a sort of languid sweetness, "There are many more important things you should focus on Atsushi, like the fireworks show in front of us!"

"But you're important to me, Dazai." Atsushi repeated, "Fireworks will blow up over and over again but you-" Dazai held up his hand to stop Atsushi's speech. This conversation was gaining a bit more attention from the others than he wanted it. "Let's go discuss this somewhere else, okay?" he said, a serious tone coming up through his smile that let Atsushi know he wasn't joking around. "If this really is that important to you, then we can talk about it. Just.." he sighed, almost like he was annoyed, "Not in front of a geezer like Kunikida." Ah, well maybe he wasn't being serious after all. "I heard that you know! If you two have something important to talk about, then do so without bothering the rest of us." Kunikida scowled, but underneath he too was a bit worried. He'd have to have a follow up conversation with Dazai as well.

"Sorry," Atsushi bowed his head, grabbing Dazai by the wrist and starting to drag him off before there could be anymore banter. He knew it more than he knew the beating of his own heart, more than the tiger he'd grown to master, more than his own soul, that he needed to have this conversation.

This man who had become an anchor for him, a father in the wake of the headmaster, the smartest man he knew- was more than just a person. The jokes scared him, hell they scared him about as much as they annoyed him. To make a comment like that meant something, it had to.

Once they got far enough away from the others, Atsushi let go of Dazai's wrist, moving backwards and crossing his arms. "Why do you say things like that?" he asked, more weight behind his sentences than he had first anticipated. "You do know those kind of things aren't funny, right? Like- it's hurtful to other people?"

Dazai didn't hesitate, merely nodding to Atsushi. He knew those kind of things were hurtful, that's why he said them. It was best to keep people he was already going to lose at a distance, right?

Atsushi looked up at him, slightly baffled. "Are you trying to push us away?!" He exclaimed, a firework going off in the background and shaking the ground they stood on. "You know- even if you are you shouldn't be! That's.. that's really shitty of you!"

Dazai frowned, "I'm aware." He sighed, "I'm just your coworker. You don't need to worry about me, or care about me, or anything. I'm fine, Atsushi." Atsushi's eyes sharpened down into a glare, "You aren't just a coworker to me- you're.." he gasped, "You're my friend and- and like a.." his teeth grinded together, and he held the sleeves of his Yukata tightly in a nervous attempt to self-console, "a father or something."

Dazai's eyes widened suddenly. He was a smart individual, and he was able to predict most-anything, but he didn't expect Atsushi to actually.. well to 'put him in on a pedestal' in such a nice position.

Sure, he'd noticed the way Atsushi would cling to him during missions and look to him in times of trouble, but his view of himself was so damn low he never thought that it could mean more, and additionally even if he thought it possible he figured it would fizzle out eventually.

"At-"

"No!" He yelled, "You listen to me!" Atsushi released his Yukata, huffing out a large breath of air. "All I'm trying to say here is you're important to me, so it would be nice if you could try to be mindful of that, okay?"

Dazai didn't know what to say, stomach in a whirl as Atsushi stormed off before he could get a chance to finish. He hadn't seen Atsushi get angry often, and so he knew this was something serious for him. Maybe he should be mindful after all? Considering Atsushi's late headmaster it could be the least he could do, right?

Why did he even care?

That was the strangest part actually, the fact that he cared in the first place. If he thought all of them would leave it logically wouldn't matter what their thoughts were. It did though, and that was what confused him.

He didn't know how to chock this up to some psychological phenomenon he knew about, or how to rationalize what Atsushi had said. All he could do was realize that he meant it, and honestly he didn't know what to do since he did.

Did this information change what he should do as a person? Maybe be more courteous and such but.. if he was seen as a 'father' before should he not change what he was doing now?

What he didn't know was that regardless of what he was going to do Atsushi was going to wait.

Regardless of how Dazai changed or didn't change his habits, Atsushi was going to walk out to the river that night, and he was going to sit there. He was going to let his head bob down onto his knees because even though he was dead tired Dazai's life could be at stake.

Atsushi would sit there, staring down into the deep blue river next to the agency and watch as his heart jumped every time he saw something floating down the riverside. How he jumped in a few times because he swore he saw brown hair or a trench coat.

Dazai wouldn't know but Atsushi was gonna keep waiting, because no matter what Atsushi was to Dazai, Dazai was his dad to Atsushi.

Only after Dazai realized this would he stop making such crude jokes, because you wouldn't want to worry your son after all. Wouldn't you?

Sadly, it would take too long for Dazai to actually realize this. After he was stuck in Mersault prison wondering why he missed all of the agency members as much as he did. Wondering why although he believed Atsushi was strong enough to help save the Detective Agency, he had a second layer of concern. Eventually it would hit him, and as Fyodor stared at him through the void's they were trapped in he would mutter an almost inaudible, "Shit."

"Holy shit."

[st4rstudent]

i feel somewhat responsible for this, even if i’m not the one saying these things. I’m genuinely so sorry.

No need to apologize! It's not one singular person doing it and truth be told I don't think it's a large majority that thinks that (albeit the ones that do are quite vocal). I didn't mean to upset anyone or anything when complaining about it, I was just letting off some steam.

Having a yap session under the cut sorry I feel like rambling under your ask anon.

Admittedly, I do think there are reasonings for people thinking this way. A lot of the focus with Clash has been on the cogs, especially after the 1.3 update. Which I can't say I blame them! Managers were something new and exciting and (from what I can tell) really separated them from the other servers. I don't blame them for wanting to put focus on that because that was their thing. Alongside other things, but majorly when you hear Clash the managers are mentioned in someway shape or form. But as we all know, toons ended up taking the short stick from this. This isn't helped by the gameplay itself, being mainly a fetch-quest deal so you often only talk to npcs once or twice unless if they're repeated ones and the taskline wasn't entirely accessible on the wiki for a while (shoutout to the wiki maintainers. The taskline script is a savior). Which I'm quite excited to see if they deal with this issue with the rewrite. I imagine they will, but anyways. Social media posts would often contain more managers than toons, which I also believe they're starting to fix. And ontop of this, I believe most of the team in the early era of the sever is gone, so there's been some stuff lost in the change. So yeah, dialogue/writing has been kind of rocky. AGAIN- I am completely aware of the rewrite going on and I am not judging them harshly based off of their current state. I'm very appreciative of the fact that they took the time to listen and are focusing on trying to fix it up. And then there's also fandom mischaracterization- especially of the cogs. Forgive me for mentioning mischaracterization because normally I wouldn't really care (I've mischaracterized characters before..especially in my younger years. I think it's just a process of learning an having fun and I hate to limit anyone because of it). With that being said, there's a lot of baby-fying and coddling of the managers. Especially with those who have more 'sympathetic' stories (Misty, Chip, Winston specifically). Don't get me wrong, I like these characters and I can appreciate the story they're trying to tell, but I feel like so many people will hear their dialogue and then misplace their anger. People get mad at Bessie for trying to protect HER lighthouse or at the Elders for trying to keep YOTT safe (lets not forget Winston was there to brainwash toons). Yes, yes technically there would've been better ways to do it but consider this: The toons are scared. Their homes, stores, lives are being taken over by a big corporation that has more resources that they do. They don't have the privilege of waiting, seeing, and gathering. And then people forget that the company has such a huge role in both toons and cogs lives. If you're mad over the mistreatment of Misty or the fact that Winston is still in the dungeon, your anger should be directed at the company who doesn't care. I may be completely wrong in saying this, but I feel like the stories with almost all of the managers is a reflection of the company. The toons are only trying to protect themself and their environments and yet this seems to go forgotten when people start bashing them. And of course, I'd consider myself a toon guy so me saying all this and complaining may come off as "I HATE the cogs and everyone who posts only about them!" and for clarification that's not true. You all know how much I like that little brain thing. The cogs are interesting, their designs are fun, I don't blame people for liking them because I do too. I just wish that the thought process behind so many of these discussions wasn't so cog focused because I believe that this anger at the toons for, RIGHTFULLY, defending themselves helps push this mischaracterization of them as a whole. That they're mean, boring, unlikeable while the opposite is true. Yes there are some, what I'd consider, "filler" dialogue from the shopkeepers. This is just because of the gameplay. But there are some funny and cute moments with them if people would just listen and read.

Which also brings me into another point: people skip the dialogue. I've caught myself doing this before (on my first account. I have 4 accounts total, so I reread the dialogue on like 3 of them). But people will complain about lack of toon personalities while doing this. It's like reading through a comic book, only looking at the drawings, and then complaining because there "isn't a storyline". Luckily, there's been efforts to keep track of the dialogue on the wiki but I doubt a lot of people are going through and reading the entire script. It just feels very disingenuous to criticize the dialogue when you haven't even read it. Likewise, people don't seem to read the blogposts either. This is both from a dialogue aspect and from an update aspect (people continuously asking about hammerspace/mix-and-match under unrelated posts).

[julietasgf]

guys I wanted to ask your opinion for something: I'm posting a sejarcus christmas special, but it'll be 7 short stories set in only one week (each short story is a day). I'm just torn if I post it as a series of one-shots or as a longfic, and each short story is a chapter 😭 so I wanted to know you guys' opinions

[sysig]

Wake up somewhere better, maybe (Patreon)

[kumakuma-circus]

compilation of dumb shit from my various incomplete p4 fanfics that i will probably maybe actually finish and post on ao3 at somepoint-

[enixamyram]

Does anyone else get a little uncomfortable when some fans take certain scenes or shots a little too seriously? Like, in real life they would have a point but in the context of the show it's clearly not meant to be that deep.

For example: I've seen so many people genuinely saying Stolas is such a shit person because when he climbed into the fridge, it meant his Imp butler would have to be the one to clean up the mess and that isn't fair on him... But like... It's obviously just meant to be a funny shot during the musical number. And if we're going to start hating Stolas for that, where's the same energy for the rest of I.M.P. when they just casually/accidentally murder random people? I mean, in the pilot, Loona literally kicks a baby into oblivion. Just saying, but since when have we cared about the random punchlines walking or standing in the background?