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childish and petty of me but i never rlly got into btr cuz i knew it was a musical show that was going to be pretty accurate with the music part and everyone around me was talkimg abt how hype the songs were but whenever i talk abt songs in shows i like it or talk abt my musical experience it just gets slept on
cannot blame anyone rlly cuz not everyone is into music that way or knows what to say but it still just feels like "oh its only intersting when a show does it" so it was a very lonely feeling paired with a kind ofbitter one
take those feeling paired with the wish fulfillment of btr where its "loner who cant communicate is given all the perfect situations to have the perfect friend group with the perfect common interests fulfillment" and it just left me feeling very sad
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How to know where your Future Spouse was born with Astrology
Quick little story time to introduce this post: I was scrolling on instagram and suddenly I saw a reel about astrology. The astrologist on the reel was explaining how it was possible to see with the 10H where your Future Spouse was born/ come from, and explained in the reel. I'll give credits of course. But people in her comments seem to be confused still and she wasn't replying much. I thought of making a post about it and making it more clear! It is indeed a very interesting theory. In the reel she took the example of Angelina Jolie.
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°ââ.ŕłŕż*:シ Why the 10H?
ęĽ The 7H in astrology represents the Future Spouse. And in Numerology, the number 4 represents the home, foundation, productivity and sometimes wealth.
ęĽ So if we count from the 7H until the 10H, we find a gap of 4. So in this theory, the 10H will so represent where the Future Spouse of the native was born.
ęĽ This technique is to be used on Natal Charts only. I will explain the technique used in order for you to understand better. This technique is to be used to guess the country but also the key words of the city they were born in.
ęĽ This technique doesn't say where your FS lives right now! It is only a way to found out where your FS comes from.
°ââ.ŕłŕż*:シ The Technique
ĘĂŻÉ In your 10H/MC, you will need to check the sign it is in. You will also check the degree of the house, but also the ruler, and what planets are in the 10H. We are only going to check planets! Sun to Pluto only!
ĘĂŻÉ For the Ruler of your 10H, you will need to check where it is in your chart and under what sign.
ĘĂŻÉ For the planets inside, it will tell us what kind of country and place your FS was born in. I'll give all the key words after the examples. For the planets, we will use the ones that are the closest to your MC! So if you have any planets that exactly conjuncts your MC it's perfect! Otherwise, just take the closest. The closest planets to take will need to be 10° apart maximum from the line of the MC!
ĘĂŻÉ Unfortunately it is very hard to explain this technique just like that, so I will use different examples down below for you to understand better. I want to also add that everything is more about describing where your FS was born, and so everything will work with key words!
ĘĂŻÉ Example: My MC is Cancer 23°. I will look at Cancer/ Moon keywords, Aquarius too because of the degree. I have Leo Sun and Cancer Mercury in 10H, so I'll look at Mercury & Leo/ Sun too.
°ââ.ŕłŕż*:シ Examples
ęĽ In the astrologer's example, she uses Angelina Jolie who has Aries MC in 17°. In her 10H, the planets closest to her MC are Jupiter (exactly conjunct her MC at 17° both) and Mars, which happens to be in the 9H. Aries MC is so ruled by Mars and the 17° is a Leo degree. She explains that Angelina's spouse would be born in a place related to royalty, fights could have happened there, and it can be a very known place too. Jupiter and the 9H (because Aries being ruled by Mars happens to be in the 9H) are both related to traveling, so many people could travel there, it's a very touristic place. Moreover, it can so mean marrying a foreigner. Her first husband, Jonny Lee Miller, was born in England, in a city named Kingston upon Thames. The country is indeed related to royalty and is very famous, but also the city. Originally, the city had another name which translated to "The King's Estate/ Manor". Jupiter is indeed a planet about optimism, success, luck, and generosity but it's also about abundance. Kingston upon Thames makes sense in this case, as it is the King's possession, abundance. Mars could also be so related to a man, it's also a planet about masculinity. The King marking his territory in this case, by calling this city "his" (happened a lot at that time) makes great sense.
ęĽ Jungkook has Libra MC 27°, ruled by Venus. In the 10H, he has Mars in it. But the planet which is the closest is Venus which is in his 9H. Jungkook's FS was born in a place that is related to femininity, anything related to beauty, art, beauty of the soul, sensuality, music, dancing, marriage too could be important in this culture, beauty, fashion, luxury too. The 27° could be related to a certain language, so this could be a place where people speak many different languages and have many different cultures. Many people could live there, and there could be a lot of moments in general. MC's ruler being in the 9H makes a lot more sense as to the fact his FS is a foreigner. Mars here could mean the place they were born in is full of movement, it could be a very active place, so perhaps his FS was born in a capital. Because of the Libra and Venus influence, his FS could be born in a place known for beauty, the way women dress, they way they do their make up, they way they move or act sensual, they could be from a country women are considered goddesses for example, or a place where there could be a lot of jewels for example, or a certain make up style, etc.
ęĽ My sister has Capricorn MC 10°, ruled by Saturn. In the 10H, she doesn't have much as planets, only asteroids. Otherwise, the Sun is very close to the MC and they actually conjunct each other. It seems like my sister's FS will be from a place people work hard, they can come from a wealthy place, a place people have a lot of belongings, though corruption can happen. They can come from a place where people are introvert, don't go talk to people, and they can come from a capital kind of city, big city, etc. An old country too. With the Sun being closed to the MC, the FS can come from a latin country, royalty, a place that is very popular, very visited, almost overrated. Since the ruler is Saturn, we need to look where it falls in her chart, and it falls in 4H in Cancer! And, as I was sure, they def come from the same country. FS comes from a country where traditions are important, and food may be part of it. FS could also come from a place near water, or the ocean, he could also come from the same city as her, or has been close to her this whole time, despite not knowing each other.
ęĽ In my case, I have Cancer MC 23°, ruled by Moon and Mercury being very closed to the MC. Indeed, my FS may not come from the same country as me, but the country he is from has a big interest in my country. His country is also known for being very traditional, and very close to their culture, they also are very into food and mostly their food, they hold a big pride into that. The 23° makes a lot of sense because he comes from a country that is known for being a futuristic place, a technology advanced kind of country, and with Mercury being close to the MC, they indeed have a very good and modernized transportation system. Oh and Cancer here could mean at some point I could have lived where he was born, because indeed that's what happened. This country also has a big idea about family and children in general (very traditional). The country isn't new but it's a recent touristic place, many people wanna go there now. Also it's a place where people are very into studying too. And I also wanna add, that the exact city he was born in is actually a place that is focused on new technology researches lmao. The MC is ruled by Moon, and my Moon is in my 8H in Gemini. I'll focus more on the 8H placement, indeed the country was hidden before, not very noticed until recently, and mostly it was a country that got a rebirth of some sort after war.
°ââ.ŕłŕż*:シ Key words and Help
ĘĂŻÉ Aries/ 1H/ 1°,13°, 25°/ Mars
Warm, Summer, Hot, Wars, Fights, Battles, Revolutions, Leadership, Dictatorship, New Country, A lot of people, A lot of things going on, a place with a lot of energies, a lot of movement, a place that can be tiring emotionally, draining, angry people, people who are prideful, passionate people, aggressive people, Latin origin country or place, people who speak a lot with their body, s3x, kissing, people have a reputation for being physical, fast things, things changing fast in that place, arguments, people speaking loudly, strikes, bold, courageous people, the people revolting themselves in the past against the oppression or against a leader, men, kings, emperors, masculine energy, etc.
ĘĂŻÉ Taurus/ 2H/ 2°, 14°, 26°/ Venus
Nature, calm, chill people, pretty people, a country or place with beautiful sights, a country or place known for their beautiful people, food, delicious food, culture is a lot going on with food, pastries, desserts, traditional people, wealthy country, a luxurious and expensive place, country can be expensive too, celebrities living there, hiking, a lot of parks, people speaking a language that is considered beautiful, skin care, people having beauty secrets, people being healthy, in good shape, culture also can be related to beauty and make up, clothing too, old country, Queens, Empresses, women being embodied as Goddesses, flirts, poetry, art, a country known for their arts, museums, a lot of artists, or a lot of artist come to study there, people known for enjoying life, etc.
ĘĂŻÉ Gemini/ 3H/ 3°, 15°, 27°/ Mercury
Transport, a lot of different transport or new transport, a lot of cars, or just a country known for their good transport system, school and education system is very important there, a good education system, country or place is known for school or having smart people, funny people, open minded people, Muti-cultural place, people from different places coming to live here, curious people, gossips, obsessive fans, a lot of stalkers, paparazzis, social medias, people obsessed with social medias, a country known for they advanced technologies, people obsessed with their phone, people who talk loud, people talk more than 2 languages, people know for their books, literature, bookstores, a windy place, a new country, etc.
ĘĂŻÉ Cancer/ 4H/ 4°, 16°, 28°/ Moon
A traditional place, ocean, sea, beach, water, fishes, a lot of fish based food, a country where food is part of their culture, delicious food, a place or country closed to their tradition, an old country, feminine energy, women, goddess, Mother Nature, mothers, pregnancies, babies, giving birth, nurturing, people can be nurturing there, people can seem innocent in this place, introvert people, shy people, very welcoming and warm people, faith, religion, the idea of home & family being important there, someone who speaks the same language as you or live in the same place/ country/ states as you, etc.
ĘĂŻÉ Leo/ 5H/ 5°, 17°, 29°/ Sun
Warm, Summer, Hot, Popular, Royalty, Revolutions, Fame, Celebrities, famous place, a country which is very popular, capitals, big cities, luxurious place, expensive place, rich people, beautiful homes, a lot of historical places, huge monuments, huge buildings, art, creativity, artists, actors/ actresses, movie making, acting, a place known for multiple movies being made there, big movies studios there, movie festivals, boats, yacht, a place that is overrated, very crowdy place, parties, clubs, bars, concerts, living the life of the party, the city that never sleeps, beautiful hair, country known for their hair beauty secrets, etc.
ĘĂŻÉ Virgo/ 6H/ 6°, 18°/ Mercury
Well organized country, a cold country, a cold place, people are distant, people are shy, people work hard, the working time is bigger in this place, detailed oriented people, a neat place, country likes to keep things neat, transportation, a lot of different transport or new transport, a lot of cars, or just a country known for their good transport system, school and education system is very important there, a good education system, country or place is known for school or having smart people, serious people, good health system, country wants their people to be healthy, country known for their healthcare, country known for having a lot of animals, country known for their good healthy food, place known for sport events, place where people have a lot of pets, hospitals, etc.
ĘĂŻÉ Libra/ 7H/ 7°, 19°/ Venus
A country or place with beautiful sights, a country or place known for their beautiful people, wealthy country, a luxurious and expensive place, country can be expensive too, celebrities living there, people speaking a language that is considered beautiful, skin care, people having beauty secrets, people being healthy, in good shape, culture also can be related to beauty and make up, clothing too, old country, Queens, Empresses, women being embodied as Goddesses, flirts, poetry, art, a country known for their arts, museums, a lot of artists, or a lot of artist come to study there, fashion can be very important there, a lot of designers living there, fashion city, surgery, a country specialized in surgeries, people always dressing up well, superficial people, charming people, people being known for their charm, etc.
ĘĂŻÉ Scorpio/ 8H/ 8°, 20°/ Pluto
Wars, Fights, Battles, Revolutions, Leadership, Dictatorship, the people revolting themselves in the past against the oppression or against a leader, night, the city that never sleeps, place where people live more at nights, clubs, bars, s3x, drugs, alcohol, spirituality, occult, scary, death, a culture that is comfortable with the idea of death, a culture that celebrates the dead, being closed to their ancestors, a country that got a "rebirth", a country that "died" and got back, wealthy, corruption, danger, being hidden, slow, people there respecting the old generation, shy people, introvert people, people seem scary or mean, etc.
ĘĂŻÉ Sagittarius/ 9H/ 9°, 21°/ Jupiter
Foreign lands, a country far from where you live, a place where a lot of tourists fly there, airports, a touristic place, a place where many people take another flight, open-minded people, people being spontaneous, people being chill, religion, spirituality, people being close to their religion, religion being part of the culture, faith, multi-cultural place, a famous country, a famous place, wealthy place, a country or place known for their educational system, a place with a big university, known university, a place where a lot of people valued higher studies, a place where it's normalized to study for higher educational system, curious people, wisdom, mature people, etc.
ĘĂŻÉ Capricorn/ 10H/ 10°, 22°/ Saturn
Well organized country, a cold country, a cold place, people are distant, people are shy, people work hard, the working time is bigger in this place, detailed oriented people, school and education system is very important there, a good education system, country or place is known for school or having smart people, serious people, people being closed to their ancestors, wealthy, corruption, banks, materialistic people, high buildings, a place known for their banks or economy, a country not doing good with their mental health awareness, slow, people there respecting the old generation, shy people, introvert people, people seem scary or mean, traditional, introvert people, men, masculine energy, kings, emperors, royalty, an old country, etc.
ĘĂŻÉ Aquarius/ 11H/ 11°, 23°/ Uranus
Transport, a lot of different transport or new transport, a lot of cars, or just a country known for their good transport system, having smart people, funny people, open minded people, Muti-cultural place, people from different places coming to live here, curious people, social medias, people obsessed with social medias, a country known for they advanced technologies, people obsessed with their phone, airports, tourism, high places, high buildings, high divorce rates country, communities, new technologies, futuristic country, a new country, people talk more than 2 languages, Foreign lands, a country far from where you live, a place where a lot of tourists fly there, a place where many people take another flight, open-minded people, people being spontaneous, people being chill, a place many dreams of coming, a place known for dreams coming true, etc.
ĘĂŻÉ Pisces/ 12H/ 12°, 24°/ Neptune
Artistic place, art, creativity, artists, flirts, poetry, art, a country known for their arts, museums, a lot of artists, or a lot of artist come to study there, esotericism, occult, spirituality, drugs, alcohol, hidden, shy people, introvert people, a place many dreams of coming, a place known for dreams coming true, ocean, sea, beach, water, fishes, a lot of fish based food, yacht, boats, sailing, fishermen, country or place with a lot of legends, good health system, country wants their people to be healthy, country known for their healthcare, mental health awareness, a country many people have illusions about, a country many people forget exists, a country over consumed by tourism, legal drugs, etc.
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So uhh. . . I recently got access to a college library system again and for whatever reason (that reason is a ghost obsession. Or rather, an obsession with a particular half ghost), I thought to myself, "You should look up Danny Phantom and see if anyone has referenced it in a scholarly article." And apparently this exists:
Grant, Krista, âCanonâ and âFanonâ in the Danny Phantom/Detective Comics (Dc) Comics Crossover Fandom: Expanding Authorship and Authority in Transformative Fan Works. Available at SSRN: https://ssrn.com/abstract=4894061 or http://dx.doi.org/10.2139/ssrn.4894061
Abstract
In 2020, a new crossover fandom emerged, that of Danny Phantom x DC Comics (DPxDC), prompting thousands of fanfictions and participants. As neither media connected in their canons, how did this crossover fandom come to be? The content tags on these crossover fanfictions and on Tumblr posts collected JanâApril, 2024 were collected and analyzed in a mixed-methods discourse analysis approach with inductive coding for key words âcanonâ and âfanonâ. This is the first time for which a crossover fandom is being investigated in writing studies, and it is one of the first articles to explore fanfiction within writing studies, especially in a mixed methods study. Underpinning this research are grassroots activism, critical theory, and agential theories of resistance practices. I found that DPxDC fans consciously resist canon material, enacting agency through distributed and communal writing practices and claiming a kind of authorship and authority over works, offering a new way of understanding agency and distributed authorship in writing studies.
Keywords: distributed authorship, writing studies, fanfiction, canon, fanon
I haven't finished reading it all yet, but if you've been active in the DPxDC phandom for a few years, you might be cited. Just saying, I recognize a few familiar usernames already.
#danny phantom#dpxdc#dp x dc#danny fenton#dc x dp#dcxdp#canon#fanon#canon vs fanon#dc stands for disregard canon
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how to make your fic easily findable
okay hello everyone! here is my somewhat solicited guide on how to make your fics easier for interested readers to find.Â
please note that this is a guide to help you make your fics discoverable, not to make them popular(tm.) itâs also not a guide as to the best way to post fic. you do not need to do these things. doing these things will not make people like your fic more or less than they would otherwise. i do not do all these things, either. my aim here is purely to provide suggestions that will make your fic easier to search for and share.
where to post your fic
post it on ao3 as an individual fic. authors are often hesitant to post short fic on ao3, but readers simply cannot find it if itâs not there. multi-chapter drabble collections are a matter of preference and are absolutely fine to use, but in terms of findability theyâre really hard for readers to pass around or put on rec lists.Â
you can also post your fic on tumblr. ime fic posted in full is way more likely to be reblogged than an outward link. long fic posted on tumblr should use a read more cut, but at least a paragraph should be above the cut.
should i make a promo post?Â
yes. ao3 does not have any features that facilitate promoting fic -- if you don't make a promo post, people will only see your fic if they regularly browse through newest fics or actively search for one of its tags.
what should i put in a tumblr promo post?Â
a tumblr promo post should generally contain:Â
titleÂ
pairing
name of the fandom
summary of fic
link to ficÂ
your tags should contain
pairingÂ
name of all major characters
name of fandomÂ
the word âficâ (so people who hate fic in the tags can filter it out. be polite!)
other optional inclusions:Â
rating (explicit, teen, etc)Â
word countÂ
major tropes
graphics (donât forget alt text!)Â
a sample of your writing (itâs common to grab a âbest-ofâ passage from within your fic, but personally iâve found you get a way better response if you paste the first couple paragraphs then add a âcontinueâ link at the end.)
tumblr does remove posts with certain keywords from the tags, but honestly these keywords are very minimal. if youâre worried your post might not be added, double-check âlatestâ and find an alternative phrase if necessary. donât censor the word. you do not need to repost â tumblr will pop it back in as soon as youâve removed the word. (it wonât push it back to the top, though, so itâs best to correct this asap.)Â
a further note on tags
use the most commonly used tag. look at other peopleâs posts to find the fandom norms. it is fine to add multiple variations of the same tag.Â
this is especially important if the tag is ambiguous. for example: ânearâ is the most commonly used name for the death note character, but the full name ânate riverâ should be included as well. take into account that a lot of people use plain searches rather than tag searches. an ambiguous name might be usable as a tag but not as a plain search. top vs latest searches will also give dramatically different results â âtopâ searches tend to retrieve appropriate results with ambiguous names, but âlatestâ results wonât.
what should i not put in my tumblr promo post?Â
self-deprecating statements. this isnât a moral statement. people just donât like to read things if the author is telling them itâs bad
criticism of other peopleâs work, even if itâs really general. âi usually hate hurt/comfort but i wrote this anywayâ is obviously going to alienate the vast majority of your readerbase
anything unrelated to the fic. if people canât tell whether or not something is a personal post, theyâll be hesitant to reblog. if you want to add commentary, put it in a second reblog.Â
what should i include in my ao3 summary?Â
this is a bit of a moving target. some readers like fairly detailed summaries. other readers look to tags for content information and prefer abstract vibes-based summaries. my suggestion would be to include the main selling points of your work â the characters, the tropes, and whatever factors make it unique.
at the end of the day, though, basically anything other than âi suck at summariesâ is fine.
what ao3 tags should i include?
any major pairings, any major characters, any major tropes. imagine your fic from a readerâs perspective â what tags would they look under if they were searching for something like it?Â
also pay attention to whether or not an ao3 tag is canonical. only canonical tags can be filtered on. if it autocompletes, itâs canonical.
for more information on a specific tag, click into the tag to reach the âx works in TAGâ screen, then click it again. tags are often made synonyms of specific canonical tags, in which case filters will treat them as if theyâre that tag. you can get pretty granular with all of this but basically if you use tags that autocomplete youâre good to go.
you can also use tags to clarify content. (ex. âthis trope is only a minor aspect of the story.) ao3 used to ask people not to do this, but itâs now explicitly permitted.Â
does posting time matter?Â
yes. sorry. it does. quite a bit, frankly. people often overthink this â there are so many variables trying to find the exact perfect time is a losing game â but it is absolutely worth taking into account.Â
when should i post?
on ao3: do NOT post between 12AM and 5AM UTC. ao3 has a longstanding posting glitch that will backdate your work if itâs posted between these times. in general: broadly speaking fic tends to do best on sundays and worst on friday. posting on a holiday dramatically drives down traffic. fic should be posted on ao3 when most people would likely have time to read (ex. after the standard workday) and promo posts should be posted when people would likely be looking for fic (ex. commuting hours aka slightly before 9AM and at 5PM.) the majority of tumblr users operate in EST.Â
the university semester also makes a massive difference to how much engagement a fic gets â views always shoot up during breaks and plummet during exams. honestly working around this would require delaying your fic so frequently that i canât see it being worth it, but itâs good to be aware of in terms of the response youâre expecting.Â
also the âbestâ posting time does vary a lot genre by genre so youâll have to experiment a bit. (personally iâve found h/c tends to do better midweek, for example.) imagine your fic from a readerâs perspective: when would you likely be looking for this sort of thing?Â
anyway donât drive yourself crazy with this but also donât shoot yourself in the foot by posting at 2AM EST on christmas morning. do you have a random piece of advice about posting on ao3? please be aware that if you write your fic as a draft, ao3 will backdate the fic to the day you saved the draft and index it accordingly -- it won't show up in the newest fics. multichapters initially posted as drafts will sometimes glitch and backdate every single new chapter. you can correct this by checking the 'set a different publication date' box and manually inputting it.
should i reblog my own promo posts? yes. do this. do it multiple times. make sure you do at least one reblog in the morning, one in the night, and one on the weekend.
i feel like authors are often embarrassed to reblog their own work because it feels self-important but the fact is most people are not reading your blog start to finish. no one will see all your reblogs. tbh you may lose followers for this but this is is a guide on fic visibility, not tumblr popularity.Â
please conclude your post now
anyway!! i hope some of this is helpful. again, you don't need to do any or all of this, but i hope it can provide a bit of a framework and some suggestions.
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idk if youve done something like this, but a you posted that with y/n and spencer and theyre having fun but theres an old tweet about how spencer likes y/n!! hope this makes sense <3
winter break stirred up some writing motivation, sorry to everyone who has expected more lol. this is a GENIUS idea anon, tysm <3
yeah, i posted that... | spencer agnew x reader
gender neutral reader, second person, embarrassed spence, real tweets from the boys!!
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You were all in for another shoot on the Smosh Pit set, and today was no ordinary one. The much-anticipated episode of "You Posted That?" featuring Spencer Agnew, Shayne Topp, and you, Y/N, had been scheduled for months. Youâd joined Smosh not too long ago after building a successful career as a standalone YouTuber, and this was your first time competing on the popular show. Ian Hecox, as the host, was already hyping up the event with his usual mix of sarcasm and self-deprecating humor.
âWelcome to another episode of âYou Posted That?ââ Ian announced dramatically. âToday, weâve got three contestants who are about to question their own digital footprint. Please welcome Shayne Topp, Spencer Agnew, and Y/N L/N!â
The small audience on set cheered, and you waved nervously. Spencer, seated next to you, leaned over. âYouâre going down,â he teased, a mischievous grin on his face.
âBig words from someone whose tweets are probably all queerbaiting jokes,â you shot back, earning a laugh from Shayne.
âLetâs get started with Round One: âYou Posted That?ââ Ian said with the same exaggerated cadence. âHereâs how it works: weâll show you one of your posts with a few keywords blanked out. If you can guess the missing words correctly, you get five points. If not, zero points. Got it?â
The first round began with Spencer. The tweet displayed read: âI've had the _____ ____ ___ stuck in my head all day, but only the part where ___ _________ says "___ _ ___ _ ______".â After laughter rang out and a few moments of squirming, it clicked and he guessed âNaked Mole Ratâ "Ron Stoppable" and âcan I get a booyahâ Ian grinned. âCorrect!â he exclaimed, as Spencer let out a celebratory âYES!â
Next up was Shayne, whose post read, â______ _____________ > Everything elseâ Shayne furrowed his brow. âIt doesn't fit but... Raisin' Canes?â he guessed, earning howls of laughter when Ian revealed the actual tweet: âNature Documentariesâ Spencer groaned, âNext time just go outside and scream 'I'm smarter than you.â
Then it was your turn. The screen showed, âMe: 'Iâm going to bed early tonight.' Also me at 2 AM: Watching _ _____ ______ _ ____ _____â After some thought, you guessed âa woman eating a live squid,â earning you a solid five points. âWeird, but correct!â Ian cheered, as Spencer gave you a playful side-eye. âReal quirky to watch mukbangs,â he muttered. "Look at the year posted!" You laughed back.
The second round of guesses brought even more chaos. Spencerâs next tweet read: âIf you _____ ____ _____ while working from home alone, you are a copâ He confidently guessed âwash your hands,â but Ian burst out laughing as he revealed the true answer: âbrush your teeth.â Spencer buried his face in his hands as Shayne and you doubled over.
Shayneâs second tweet was equally absurd: âthere's no "I" in ____________â He guessed âUnfunny,â but the actual word, âpeamupbubber,â had everyone in stitches at the duality.
When it was your turn again, Ian read out: âWhy do my plants thrive but not my ______ ______? Asking for a friend.â
"To be clear, this was cute in 2016," and after some embarrassed sighs, you guessed âsocial life,â earning another five points. Spencer groaned. âStop being good at this!â he joked.
Then came the final round of tweets. Spencerâs face turned pale as his last post appeared on screen. It read: âIf ______ ever gave me a chance, Iâd drop everything. Just saying.â The room went quieter, and all eyes turned to him.
âOh no,â he muttered under his breath.
âSpencer,â Ian said, barely containing his grin. âCare to fill in the blanks?â
Shayne burst out laughing "Dude, don't die on this show of all of them", and you stared at Spencer, your jaw dropping. âSpencer, what is it?â you demanded, though you couldnât stop the laughter bubbling up.
âIt was a long time ago! Before you joined Smosh! I didnât think it would ever come up... its Y/N.â Spencer stammered, his face turning bright red.
âWait, so you had a little crush on me, huh?â you teased, unable to resist.
âLittle is an understatement,â Shayne chimed in, wiping away tears of laughter.
âWell,â Ian said, looking at Spencer with a playful smile, â5 points!â
The room erupted into cheers as Spencer laughed it off, but the embarrassment was clear as day. You kept looking at him, trying to give him the hint, but anytime he saw your bright smile, he turned crimson.
The shoot wrapped up fairly quickly after that, with your other posts being just as recognizable to you. Being the rightful winner you walked out happily, nearly skipping back to your desk next to the games pod. You saw Spencer awkwardly approach your desks before you had a chance to sit down.
"Hey, I'm really sorry about that. I had no idea that tweet even existed anymore... it was just- I don't know. I just hope I didn't make you uncomfortable," He apologized.
You quickly rebutted, "No no not at all, Spence. It was really sweet actually. I have never told you this but I felt the same way when I first joined."
"Wait really?" Spencer looked up at you with surprise and unbelievable relief.
"Might still feel that way now. If you do too?"
"Yes! I mean, yes, I do. I never got over it."
"Your crush on me?"
"Yeah, I posted that for a reason."
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ŕ¨ŕ§â đ. đđđđ đ
đđđđđđ. ( charles leclerc )
ę â youâre reading part one âż part two âż part three ( coming soon )
â§.* pairings â charles leclerc x fem! singer! reader
â§.* genre â social media au ⨞ fluff & chaotic
â§.* summary â in which your best friend George gets fed up with watching you and Charles secretly yearn for each other while claiming to be just friends. so, when you lose a bet to George, he takes control of your social media accounts for 24 hours, using the opportunity to help you make a move on your crush.
â§.* face claim â suki waterhouse
â§.* warnings â none, this is just really chaotic lol
â§.* milyâs thoughts â this is my first time writing a social media au so pls give me feedback! also, this is not proofread! btw feel free to leave requests <33
ËË âś IMESSAGE â w/ princess george . ⧠Ë
princess george: You know what, y/n?
y/n: no
princess george: I have the feeling that iâm gonna get a podium today!
y/n: what made you think thatđ not to crush your dreams princess, but i heavily doubt that
princess george: Wow, youâre so supportive. Why should I not be able to get a podium??
y/n: keyword: shitty car
princess george: Oh, yeah, I forgot about that⌠But i donât care, i will manifest it (thatâs what you always do, isnât it?)
y/n: yeah sure..
princess george: You donât believe me? Fine! Letâs make a bet then.
y/n: itâs way too early for this shit
princess george: Blahblahblahđ
y/n: đ george iâm busy
princess george: Busy writing sad love songs about Charles or what??
y/n: âŚ
princess george: Exactly. Now letâs do this!
y/n: why are you so eager to make this bet
princess george: Oh I just want to rub in your face that I was right afterwards
y/n: lovely.. but fine, start talking ig
princess george: Finally!
princess george: I predict that iâm gonna finish P3. Your prediction?
y/n: p11â¤ď¸
princess george: And now realisticallyâŚ
y/n: p6
princess george: Thanks.
y/n: and what are the drawbacks?
princess george: I donât know, maybe the loser has to hand over their main social media accounts to the winner for 24 hours. The loser isnât allowed to use their main accounts in that time, only their private ones.
y/n: absolutely not
princess george: Aww youâre a scaredy cat?
y/n: no i just donât trust you with my social media accountsđ
princess george: Okay fair enough
princess george: But câmon, itâs gonna be fun! Only for 24h
y/n: fine but the winner canât post anything too bad
princess george: Sure, sure. So, deal?
y/n: deal! and good luck (i hope you dnf)
princess george: Lovely as always
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georgerussell63 P3!!!! We keep on movingđĽđĽ
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user471 was a close call but congratulations!
user172 carlos deserved it more, you literally pushed him off
user93 he didnât push carlos off but okayđ
user425 so happy for you!
user65 it shouldâve been carlos
charles_leclerc congrats on p3 mate!!đĽ
georgerussell63 Congratulations on P2! I nearly got you, watch your back next timeđ
charles_leclerc letâs highlight the word ânearlyâđ
user976 so happy to see you on the podium againđŤś
yourusername still convinced you bewitched half of the grid to let you pass them
georgerussell63 Creative but no, I just had a great motivationđđ
ËË âś IMESSAGE â w/ princess george . ⧠Ë
princess george: Well well well, look who lost our betâŚ
y/n: đ
princess george: Câmon give me the password to all your main accounts so i can log inđ
y/n: what if i were suicidal.
princess george: Honestly sounds like a you problem.
y/n: fuck you.
princess george: Still waiting for the passwordsđ
y/n: fine, but remember, only for 24 hours!
princess george: Yeah, yeah. Now give them to me.
y/n: ⌠insta is â503_UedusEiotSrk03â & twitter is âeZiyjDbbvwKi_zu_14806â
princess george: Damn, those are some ugly passwords!
y/n: are you seriously judging my PASSWORDS rnđđ
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scuderiaferrari Thatâs ice coldđ§đĽś #F1 #P2 #Charles16
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user47 dayuummđ¤
user21 no one could ever get me into one of those thingsđ
yourusername Thatâs a sight I could get used tođĽľđĽ
landonorris donât ever say or write that again.
urusername_altđ @yourusername you really make me want to kms
yourusername @urusername_altđ Aw, appreciate itâ¤ď¸đ
landonorris y/n have you officially lost it?? why are you talking to yourselfđ
user275 did we all see that or am i crazyđ
user164 yep we all saw thatđđ
yourusername
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yourusername "eyes that confess, while lips whisper 'just friends.'" my new single âjust friendsâ is out now!!đ¤ (yes, another single about my crushđ)
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user937 THIS IS SO GOOD AND HEARTBREAKING WTF
lewishamilton already on repeatđĽ
user25 i cried my eyes out to this.
landonorris this is a BANGER
user12 how is this so cute yet so sadđ
ËË âś IMESSAGE â w/ princess george . ⧠Ë
y/n: HPW COULD YOU
y/n: I GO TO BED AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO??
princess george: i have no idea what youâre talking about.
y/n: OH PLEASE YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT YOU DID
princess george: Uhmmm nope.
y/n: YOU POSTED ONE OF MY DRAFTS
y/n: AND NOT JUST ANY DRAFT
y/n: NO, YOU POSTED THE ONE ABT MY SINGLEđ
y/n: IM GETTING EMAILS FROM MY PR TEAM BC I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THAT ON TUESDAY
princess george: Oh, yeah, my finger slippedđŤ˘đŤ˘
y/n: your finger mustâve slipped multiple times then bc the caption is somehow a different oneđ not to forget the twitter thing
princess george: Oops?
princess george: Besides, I only added one sentence.
y/n: are you fucking serious
princess george: It was an accident.
y/n: ACCIDENT MY ASS YOU EMBARRASSED ME IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!!! AND TOLD PEOPLE ITS ABOUT CHARLES WTF
princess george: To be fair that was predictable when we set the rules to this bet. And I didnât directly say the single is about charles.
y/n: you did directly say thatđ
y/n: istg iâm gonna beat you up the next time i see you
princess george: Should I be worried..?
y/n: definitely.
y/n: you give me so many seasons to kill you. this is literally the 19th one
princess george: Make it 20âŚ
y/n: george. what do you mean.
princess george: I mightâve given you another season. On accident!!
princess george: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cu-IkZstViy/?img_index=1
y/n: oh no
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f1wags Love is in the air, and our radar has picked up some juicy rumors! It seems like the friendship between the singer Y/N L/N and Charles Leclerc is turning into something more than just a casual relationship. Get ready for the scoop as we take a closer look at the blossoming relationship between these two stars!
Y/N and Charles first crossed paths through their mutual friend George Russell, but it seems their connection has deepened over time. On late Sunday, Y/N dropped a bombshell by announcing her upcoming single to her social media followers, accompanied by a captivating caption. The last sentence read, "another single about my crushđ," which made fans curious and hopeful for more.
The plot thickened when Y/N responded to a tweet and saying that the song was indeed inspired by her "bae," none other than talented Formula 1 driver Charles Leclerc. The revelation left followers shaking with excitement, and it's clear that the connection between the two goes deeper than mere friendship.
But that's not all! Observant watchers have noticed the undeniable chemistry between Y/N and Charles, catching glimpses of their interactions when they thought no one was watching. Ah, the power of love! Charles might have forgotten that the public has eyes everywhere, but we certainly haven't missed a beat.
The burning question on everyone's mind is: what's behind their friendship? Is it just a playful crush or something much more intense? Could Y/N L/N be a new f1 wag? Time will tell, but for now we can't help but root for this potential power couple.
So stay tuned, gossip lovers, because there's more to come from Y/N L/N and Charles Leclerc. Whether it's a steamy romance or just a close friendship, we'll be here keeping our eyes peeled for any hint of what's going on behind the scenes. Love may be a game of mystery, but they've forgotten that we're experts at unraveling the truth. Keep your eyes open, folks!
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user79 yâall really donât know how to mind your own business
user943 why are people making such a big deal out of this like theyâre just friends and y/n was probably just drunk or smth when she said those thingsđđ ITS NOT THAT SERIOUS!!
user27 you guys really donât have a life huhđ
user375 who tf is this blondie
user50 girl stfu thatâs literally my wife
user697 AAAA i really hope this is real bc theyâre so cuteđ
ËË âś IMESSAGE â w/ princess george . ⧠Ë
y/n: đđđ
princess george: Iâm starting to feel bad now..
y/n: good, you shouldđ
y/n: iâm gonna apologize to charles now
princess george: Why, Itâs not your fault.
y/n: youâre right, itâs yours. but you said all those things with my account so it looks like itâs my fault lol
princess george: Iâm really sorry, I took it a little far!
y/n: a little is goodđ but dw itâs okay, i know you only meant it jokingly, iâll tell everyone it was you and not me once the 24 hours are over
princess george: đ Good luck talking to Charles. And donât forget to confess to him before I do it for youđđ
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Hello! I am trying to read âthe right to maimâ by jasbir k puar and I am getting almost nothing out of it, bc of the depth + breadth of academic concepts :( Iâm particularly frustrated by it bc it seems to talk about subjects I think about, talk about and do daily, like disability, transness, and (anti)colonialism. Iâm most of the way through the intro and itâs gone almost entirely over my head except for a couple isolated paragraphs that are meaningful.
Do you have any advice for how I can get the most out of this book? My main limiter is time, bc I got it out from the library and it is highly requested so I canât have it for very long
Hi anon! First of all, in terms of time, I recommend piracy. I recommend it in general. I'm not going to post links here in order to protect the places I use, but dm me if you want them.
If you're having difficulty with the concepts (which makes sense - right to maim is a challenging book!) I recommend going back to basics with some background reading. You can get some of Puar's rec'd background reading from the bibliography, and from the keywords she uses in the preface of the text. a few that I see (i'm looking at the PDF now) include debility, rhizome/rhizomatic, soverignty, biopolitics, homonationalism, impairment [in the disability studies sense], precarity, and neoliberalism. if i was teaching this preface, i'd have students break down each of these terms (and probably others, this is just from a skim) using outside readings. it's totally normal to feel overwhelmed when jumping into a scholarly text w/o any context, and most people who use and cite this book have past experience reading Puar's interlocutors and existing familiarity with this language.
you can get up-to-date while reading using resources in tandem with this text. For example, you can read Puar's discussion of debility at that link to get a sense of the context. You can read a decent summary of Foucault (the coiner of the term "biopower") and his thought at Brittanica. I recommend using Google Scholar for terms you're not familiar with, and taking quick notes so that you don't have to google them all over again each time. if you think you have enough context with a new word but aren't 100%, keep reading and use other clues. think about academic reading like learning a new language. the strategies are very similar! because it basically is.
I recommend using the annotation strategies i just mentioned in this post (and/or developing your own). i also recommend looking up Puar's talks on youtube - she's a well-known scholar who does a lot of events, and has spoken extensively about this book and its genealogy (especially in relation to praxis / Palestinian liberation). You can also read her talk with the hosts of Death Panel, my absolute favorite podcast.
Below, I'm going to give you an example of how I close-read, annotate, and analyze a paragraph from Right to Maim (and, by extension, other academic texts. This strategy may not work for you 100%, but hopefully it gives you some solid suggestions. Overall, remember that learning to read scholarly work takes time. A long ass time. Even when it's about things you've experienced yourself! Academia has its own conventions, verbiage, knowledge base, etc, and it's a learning curve for everyone. Don't expect yourself to read as fast or get as much as someone more familiar with the conventions of academic writing - anticipate reading all of these works many, many times, and getting more with each reading. Progress is more important than perfection, and improvement, even if slow, *will* happen, as long as you don't give up. <3
Below is a quote from the preface to Right to Maim, where Puar lays out her argument. I recommend everyone highlight/remember paragraphs like these (pretty much every ac text will have something like this in the beginning as a roadmap) to anchor their reading practice and help them get the most from a book (emphasis mine):
In The Right to Maim, I focus less on an imporÂtant projÂect of disability rights and disability studies, which is to refute disability as lack, as inherently undesirable, and as the sign, evidence, or fetish of injustice and victimhood. I am not sidestepping this issue. Rather, I centralize the quest for justice to situate what material conditions of possibility are necessary for such positive reenvisionings of disability to flourish, and what happens when those conditions are not available. My goal Âhere is to examine how disability is produced, how certain bodies and populations come into biopolitiÂcal being through having greater risk to become disabled than Âothers. The difference between disability and debility that I schematize is not derived from expounding upon and contrasting phenomenological experiences of corporeality, but from evaluating the vioÂlences of biopoÂlitiÂcal risk and metrics of health, fertility, longevity, education, and geography.
In the bolded part, Puar outlines what she's not doing: she's not taking a mainstream (white, colonial) disability studies approach, which is, in her words, to refute disability as "lack." She's stating that her goal isn't simply to prove disabled people as equal to able-bodied people, or to claim that disability can be good and liberating (though it is/can be!). Her point is to look at the conditions in which people become disabled, and stay disabled. Often, these conditions are violent and unjust. Acknowledging this injustice kinda throws a wrench into western models of disability pride.
So, if she's not interested in just arguing that disability â badness, what is she arguing? she's looking, in the latter half of the paragraph, to how people become disabled in multiple ways. One, using the verbiage in the book, she's interested in how people become debilitated - physically incapacitated in a way that may not line up with the social category of "disability"). She's also interested in how "disability" as a social identity is constructed - that is, why do disability rights groups look at Palestinians maimed by the IOF and see an injured civilian, but not a disabled comrade? words and context matter immensely. she's looking at why, and what are the implications.
that last sentence sums up the distinction she's making: "The difference between disability and debility that I schematize is not derived from expounding upon and contrasting phenomenological experiences of corporeality, but from evaluating the vioÂlences of biopoÂlitiÂcal risk and metrics of health, fertility, longevity, education, and geography."
the difference, she argues, between disability as western disability studies sees it and debility as experienced by people under colonial occupation isn't because we experience our bodyminds differently, or because Palestinians (for example) magically aren't as hurt by occupation as their white/western counterparts would be. rather, the reason she's using debility over disability is because the category of disability isn't objective: it's informed by biopolitical forces such as the ones she listed. her meta-argument is that what we call "disability" can't be divorced from its settler colonial context, not because colonized peoples are immune to disabling violence, but because the category of disability (and health, and violence) is itself affected by settler colonialism.
in "right to maim," Puar is offering a major shift in the way we collectively discuss disability, because the category is not applied equally across sociopolitical, geographical context. it means Palestinians and others living under occupation are either left out entirely, or unsuccessfully co-opted into western-/colonizer-centric disability discourse that doesn't acknowledge the different conditions under which they live. ultimately, "right to maim" means to make that difference, and its implications, visible.
Let me know if this makes sense! it's wordy and tedious, but lots of academic texts are. i hope that breakdown helps you make some more sense of Puar's main argument/the architecture of the text, and maybe serves as a model for future engagement. :)
#palestine#reading#academia#ask#anonymous#do not be ashamed of having a hard time. we have ALL been there. everyone has been new to this language/these conventions before.#keep trying and you will get better. i promise!
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Exploring Kurosawa's internalized homophobia and compulsive heterosexuality
oh yea baby we bustin out the Big Words for this one đ
This was supposed to be posted at the end of pride month but Life happened and it got delayed a lot đŠ So yea happy pride month (and happy birthday Kurosawa I guess đ)
(btw I think I've never mentioned this on any of my other posts but english is not my first language, so if anything I write ever sounds awkward, that's probably why đ
) (also I had to merge a bunch of images to get around the image limit, this post is really long, the word count is at 1930 words đ)
Hope you guys enjoy the read! ��
Spoilers for anything up to vol 11
Let me start this by saying that there's no actual textual evidence of Kurosawa being gay (rather than bi/pan), so this interpretation is definitely veering towards headcanon territory. I'm also not trying to establish this as the only Correct opinion and anyone is of course allowed to have their own sexuality headcanons, this is very healthy and valid đ
Kurosawa's internalized homophobia
The first scene I want to put under a magnifying glass is this one.
Let's examine what's going on here: Kurosawa has just tried to kiss Adachi, whose hesitation he perceived as disgust. Then he pretends it was disgusting for him too, because he thinks that is the average reaction anyone would have, extending this to Adachi as well. The way he says "who'd be into that?" is already lowkey homophobic, but the japanese line makes it even more evident: "ćŽéĺŤă ăăŞ" (= "Normally, you'd dislike that right?"). Keyword here being "ćŽé" = "normal, ordinary", implying that anyone who would like that is abnormal. So what does that say about him then, who was so happy to get the chance to kiss another man? This is pretty much textbook internalized homophobia, where he has accepted what he perceives to be the general opinion on gay people and has made those values his own, hating himself for it (albeit only briefly here), which is why he internally apologizes to Adachi.
This is not the only instance of him feeling like that, although this next part is slightly more speculative than the more obvious example above.
So we all know that Kurosawa is a jealous, jealous man. It's one of his defining character traits and it's often the source of conflict and comedy alike. But he does not express his jealousy equally across genders. With men he has this strong rivalry where he needs to prove himself better and more worthy of Adachi's attention.
But with women he has a different approach: gently coaxing them away from him, lest they realize what a catch Adachi really is.
So, why this difference? The answer I have is that he doesn't actually believe he can compete with a woman. If Adachi wants to be close with a man, Kurosawa thinks it might as well be him, he's the best option after all. But if Adachi wants a woman, he cannot offer anything and is therefore the inferior option. He believes this even after he found out Adachi's not completely repulsed at the idea of being with a man. Even if Adachi's okay with men, he'll always prefer a woman.
And whenever he imagines anyone else with Adachi, it's always a woman, specifically Fujisaki, which he believes is "his type".
And he at least thinks he's very far away from that ideal. (He's not but that's a topic for a different essay.) If anyone's wondering why he even bothers at all then if he's so sure that a woman will out-compete him, I think the lyrics from the anime opening actually put it best, specifically the last verse:
I have these impatient feelings I doubt this love will come to fruition But still I can't give up this happiness There's a feeling here I can't resist A love like a castle in the sky
So basically, his plan is that he might as well ride the high of his first ever crush as far as it will go, intercepting where he can to prolong it just that little bit further, until it all inevitably comes to an end. (a castle in the sky = an unreachable dream) This plan kind of fluctuates throughout volumes 1-3 as Adachi gives him a bunch of mixed signals, but it holds true most of the time.
Adachi's side
Now I'd like to highlight the way Adachi actually thinks about their relationship, because it serves as a great contrast to Kurosawa's assumptions about him.
Throughout the first three volumes we see him grapple with his newfound feelings for Kurosawa, but he (almost) never puts his gender at the forefront of his musings. The manga makes it very clear that it's his lack of romantic experience and low self esteem that make it hard for him to accept Kurosawa's affections, and not the fact that he's a man.
This second page here being his own little gay awakening, where he realizes that he is not, in fact, disgusted by intimacy with a man.
It's also worth mentioning that when he later introduces Kurosawa to his parents (ch 41), they are immediately welcoming of him, suggesting he grew up in a very tolerant environment.
And it's not like he's completely unaware of heteronormativity/homophobia either, especially after he does his research in vol 8, but he is slightly more defiant in responding to it.
(I love how he just buys that bag he probably doesn't need that's supposed to come with all the wedding magazines, just as this very tiny act of rebellion.)
So now that we can see how different Kurosawa's thought patterns are compared to Adachi's, the next question we should ask ourselves is: Why is he like that?
Heteronormativity in Kurosawa's life
(yes we're finally getting to the comphet part of the essay đ)
First let's look at the environment he grew up in. There are not many scenes with his family, but from those that we do have, we can at least make some assumptions about how he must've been raised.
His mother is clearly the authority figure in his life, judging by how she's described as "strong" and how terrified he is at her merely setting down a teacup (while Adachi has a more mild reaction). Her reaction to the news of them dating and Kurosawa expecting his parents to go as far as disowning him for it would suggest that she might just be generally homophobic.
But when they actually go meet her we see this slightly more nuanced perspective.
She's not entirely against it, but she does believe they are making a mistake by choosing to be together, hence why she thinks they might "regret it". There's many hardships that gay couples in Japan face, some of which we even see discussed in the manga, so it's not hard to see why she would be concerned for her son. The way she talks about Kurosawa never causing any problems, but "changing" ever since he fell for Adachi further supports that conformity is what she believes will ultimately lead to a successful, happy life. And that's also why she accepts Adachi later, when he's made it abundantly clear in his speech that they are happier in this non-conforming relationship than they were without it.
To contrast, her other child Mari is shown to have a very progressive stance (see: her pep talk in ch 47) and it would not surprise me if that is the reason she's rarely in japan and is never seen together with her family, save for the one time they're all at the wedding. She might find the conforming environment too restrictive and preferring to keep her distance. (shoutout to naina for this bit đ)
So that's Kurosawa's family situation. Now let's check how his social circle holds up.
From what we see of his friends, they never even seem to consider him possibly being with a man.
And his work environment seems rather toxic to say the least.
It clearly dictates traditional gender roles as the ideal. Nobody except Fujisaki even clocks any of Kurosawa's advances on Adachi as romantic in nature, even though he seems to be quite obvious about it (see: ch 34.5). And it's not like dating in general is discouraged at Toyokawa either, as we can see from all the women constantly vying for Kurosawa's attention.
From all this we can conclude that Kurosawa's upbringing and social/work environment is painfully heteronormative and until he falls for Adachi it seems he never questioned the status quo either.
The famous onsen scene, while funny, also reveals the sad truth that Kurosawa, in his 30 years of life, probably never even had the chance to explore his sexual orientation, rather focusing on being "perfect" in his straight relationships.
Speaking of those relationships...
He apparently had a bunch of girlfriends, who all seem to have dumped him pretty early on. His mother's surprise at him expressing a willingness to commit also makes me think he's never brought anyone home either. He also only seems to have a surface level understanding of what a proper relationship is supposed to entail, if his idea of an ideal date is just "what the average person" thinks is romantic. So why were all of his relationships so short-lived? Before I answer that...
Intermission: Kurosawa's smiles
It has come to my attention that this is not common knowledge, so let me explain: There's a way to tell apart Kurosawa's fake smiles from his real ones, without any context clues, just purely visually.
Real smiles: (ch 23, 24, 37)
Fake smiles: (ch 5, 13, 32)
The difference being very simple: Blush = real, no blush = fake đ And before anyone mentions it: No he doesn't just blush when he's around Adachi, that last fake smile is actually directed at him. (ch 32)
Edit from the future: This holds true like 90% of the time, but as Toyota's art style becomes more detailed, this doesn't apply as much in the newer volumes. I think there's also new details added that I haven't quite figured out yet so take this bit with a grain of salt. (The images below are still from her early art style though.)
So now that we have this additional knowledge, let's take a look at every instance Kurosawa is paired with a woman.
He's smiling in all of these. Not a single one has a real smile in it though.
I think he's never actually had his heart in any of his relationships, and the girls probably noticed it and that's why they dumped him.
And, of course, the first time he actually falls in love...
... just so happens to be with a man.
Even his friends comment on this, who have known him since high school.
It's almost funny how perfectly this aligns with real life gay people. Having numerous, short-lived relationships with people of the "wrong" gender is one of the more common traits of compulsive heterosexuality. (source: me oof) (but also shoutout to the "Am I a lesbian?" masterdoc, google it if you don't know, it's truly eye-opening)
After dating Adachi
So we have already established that he's far happier when he does finally get to date Adachi, but do any of his other thought patterns change?
Honestly it seems like he throws every single reservation about being seen as gay out the window.
He starts bragging like crazy about his new relationship to anyone willing (and unwilling) to listen, he has no qualms about PDA, he marks Adachi up and down so everyone knows he's taken and the only thing stopping him from proclaiming his love for Adachi to the whole world is the still very much existing societal homophobia. But he is a lot more easy-going about it now than he ever was before.
And I think the best way to describe this mental shift is, hear me out, the date song from volume 4...
... specifically the last 2 verses as a whole, and this section in particular:
"I won't let anyone divide our fraction! You couldn't pry this thrill from my hands when they're cold and dead!"
Horrible lyrics aside, this perfectly encapsulates how Kurosawa simply couldn't care less anymore now that he finally has what he's wanted for more than a year, maybe even his whole life. All the societal pressure pales in comparison to the sheer euphoria he feels at finally having someone that he loves and who loves him back just as strongly, feeling cared for and seen like no one else ever did.
And, you know, just happens to be a man. đłď¸âđ
#cherry magic#my essays#this is the mother of all essays I've ever done jesus christ#this thing spawned like 8 other post ideas btw#can't wait to finally get to those lmao
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summary: after watching the first stage of NCT Dream's "Candy", you've decided to put your boyfriend, Jisung, on a sex ban.
keywords: sex ban, angst if you squint, Jisung begs, Jisung is a simp, gn!reader.
characters: Park Jisung.
warnings: kinda sexual but not really (surprinsingly), candy by nct dream mentioned.
a/n: i'm back. kinda. yea. i'm gonna be posting lots of jisung shortfics probably (one of my best friends is jisung utted so he's pretty much the only one she's requesting rn). ALSO if u haven't read the lyrics to "candy" by nct dream i truly believe that u should do that before reading (at least jisung's parts). anyway hope u like it!!
word count: 406.
requested?: yes! by a friend.
Jisung was a very understanding and reasonable man. He was attentive, caring and although awkward most of the time, he was also a great listener.
When you told him that he was on a sex ban, his facial expression was easily compared to the one of a very sad puppy. His eyes glistened as he looked up at you â since he was now on his knees â and muttered a hopeless âbut why?â while grabbing your hips desperately, as if the circles that his thumb drew on your skin were going to do anything to change your mind.
You did, in fact, have a good reason. Although Jisung wasnât exactly the one to blame, still, he definitely sounded a little too excited while singing âCandyâ. Smiled a little bit too big at you while talking about how he was going to leave you.
âThe songâs very energeticâ he had said.Â
Did you care, though? No, in fact, you didnât.
Now every single time that he initiates the simplest of the physical contacts, you start to shake your head and ask âwerenât you going to leave me?â while raising your eyebrows teasingly.
It was safe to say that Jisung was going insane.
âBaby, please, I didnât even write the song!â He pleaded, exasperated.Â
âBut how am I supposed to move on from watching my boyfriend excitedly sing about how heâs going to leave me, huh?â You ask, crossing your arms.Â
âIâm not going to leave you!â He says, whining. âHow could I ever leave you?â
Exasperation, despair and genuineness were all words that could perfectly describe how Jisung was at that moment.
âJust please let me touch you.â He asks, his voice weakening more and more at every word. He takes a step closer, facing you. âPlease.â He whispers, his trembling hands touching your cheeks.Â
Your cheeks got warmer as you looked up at the boy.
âYou really canât deal with a sex ban.â You murmur, laughing softly.
âNo, no. No sex I can deal with. What I will never be able to deal with is not touching you now that I know how good it feels.â He says, staring at your lips, hunger in his eyes.
Hungry for your touch. For skinship. For you.
Jisung could die from how touch-starved he was, but as soon as his lips touched yours, he never felt more full. Full of the only love he ever desperately craved.
Yours.
#nct#nct dream#jisung#park jisung#jisung x reader#park jisung x reader#nct x reader#nct dream x reader#x reader
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4e: The Pinball Wizard
Back in the heydays of the 4th edition community being a community that all met on a single forum and shared a common lexicon and all that, there were phrases, truisms, slang and tropes we recognised and used to speed our way through conversations. This was true of 3rd edition too, since the community was actually, broadly speaking, the same thing, but that community kind of uprooted itself and moved on to other places, while the 4th edition remnant seems to have not really coalesced in a subsequent form. We donât really have a 1d4chan or Brilliant Gameologists or deeply intimidating Pathfinder Subreddit as places to scare people off, and instead itâs stuff likeâŚ
Well, this blog post might get shared on the subreddit. Hi reddit! I like you even if we donât agree about Blackguards!
Anyway, thing is, there are things that now have no meaning except their place in 4th edition conversations, and are functionally un-googleable because theyâre very generic ways of just using words, or maybe, were named after something else. Back in City of Heroes there was a powerful supergroup known as the Green Machine, that was entirely team-buffing healers that refused to heal, and thatâs not a term you can search for meaningfully. Another group that existed and that shares its title with todayâs subject was a group of kinetics, where everyone could use powers to make everyone else fire off at super speed, showing you donât need good powers if you can fire off your best powers every second.
They called themselves the Pinball Wizards, and now, if you go look for what that means in 4th edition D&D you kinda find nothing.
Hereâs the story of one of the more distinct power level errata of D&D 4th edition, where in 2011, a single sweeping change to the way the rules worked destroyed a strategy and in the process brought something ridiculous down to merely really good.
This build was a combination of two basic parts, which were well and strictly defined under 4th edition rules. The first is zones. A zone is an effect, made by a power with the âzoneâ keyword so you knew where to look for it, that looks at that area for some reason. Some zones are used for things like a healing aura, or a space that a character can move around in freely, but very commonly, a zone is used to represent an effect thatâs bad that lasts. This can be a bunch of falling shards of glass, a cloud of toxic venom that hovers in a space, or a ground teeming with sharp, jagged vines on thorns.
Zones are extremely cool, make no mistake, and they tend to fall into the toolkit of the Controller. Controllers want to deprive enemies of actions, and zones are a great way to give enemies a bad choice: Stay in an area to do something they want to do, or spend actions getting out of it. Since zones do a good job of representing effects like rings of fire, or clouds of poison, or raining ice, itâs stuff that hits the wizardy feeling of editions past.
The other part of this is forced movement. 4th edition had a family of these effects known by their more specific names of push pull slide, but these are ways to change where enemies are positioned and everyone who complains about fighters in 4th edition is usually complaining about these and they are cowards. These effects show up everywhere, but undeniably, if youâre looking at the people who will do the most of them, you want controllers.
The build that worked out of this was known as the Pinball Wizard. You played a Wizard who used one of a number of long-lasting powers that created a zone that did something dangerous when someone entered it. Then you used your other powers to slide something in and out of that zone over and over again. Wizards got more than a few powers that did slides, and they got access to items and feats that improved their slides. You could use a slide effect to turn two squares of slide movement (and weâre talking like, 4-8 squares for builds that are trying) into like, 40 damage.
At level 2, when tanks are happy to have 40 hit points.
Anyway, you might be thinking the sensible solution is to make it so that these zone powers are limited in how often they can have their effect â and it kinda makes sense, narratively, in the context of the world, right? Like, an enemy or person isnât going to breathe more if they run back and forth through a poison cloud.
In 2011, Wizards released an update to the compendium that added that rules information to every single damaging zone power in the game, with a note of the when, and an article explaining why they did it. It was a perfectly reasonable rules update made through a digital system they had and realistically speaking, the only thing to mourn is that thereâs now no good reason to ever let a player get away with this use of these powers together, because itâs pretty silly.
The system that was left after this change was obviously a better system. It had a clear, specific template that it could use thereafter and while it did lose some edge cases, it was implemented thoroughly and comprehensively in a way 3rd edition almost never managed to execute. This was because of a central control system, the compendium, but it also spoke to a problem that a game normally about disconnecting and engaging with a very material play space was going to have to confront head-on.
Basically: This kind of errata existed in the rules, sure, and if you download a rules compendium, every power that can be changed mentions the 2011 change. But the books donât. The books still have the rules change and to learn how the game works, you have to know it. Or you have to use a digital compendium, which presents a new problem for a game that is meant to work with paper and dice.
These were inevitable evolutions of technology and they interest me because they kinda present problems and solutions at scale. The actual problem of a wizard stacking a bunch of redundant effects together to kick an enemy through the boundary of their zones as a single incident was not a meaningful problem to a table. If itâs a problem, itâs a problem that has an administrative option to work with â the Dungeonmaster can look at it, and decide itâs too good and talk to the players about it. That problem is solvable almost instantly if everyone in the group and game has a good relationship and respects the DM.
But if you made the game, you donât have a problem that can be solved on the spot. You have a problem of all the players, in a communal space, who bring it up and ask if it makes sense and consult with one another and now you have the problem that looks like at scale your product has a flaw and you need to address it to make that flaw not look like you donât know what youâre talking about. Oh, what makes a good game is important here, it isnât not important.
It is neither a good thing nor a bad thing.
It is a thing that few games get, not really, unless theyâre very big, and trying to do a lot. Itâs barely something that even the next tier down of games need to care about. Errata happens, people care about making the books better. But most people donât have a comprehensive central database where they can update all the powers that use a particular wording.
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hey study butterflies! ⥠mindyyyyy hereeeee
welcome back to our digital notes series! today i'm going more into the actual note-taking process during lectures/classes. this is important, since you can swap out notebooks for a digital notebook which becomes a lot more seamless.
⥠pre-lecture prep
because being prepared changes everything:
night before setup:
review previous notes (refresh your memory!)
pre-read lecture slides
create note template
set up quick-access tools
prepare questions
charge all devices
quick-access toolbar:
highlighting shortcuts
screenshot tool ready
recording software open
reference materials linked
custom stickers folder
favorite templates
⥠the actual note-taking method
this changed my whole study game:
(SUPER IMPORTANT) the butterfly method (my signature system):
main points in center
supporting details on left wing
examples on right wing
questions in antennae section
vocabulary in body section
connections in trail section
active engagement tricks:
use different colors for different types of information
create mini mind maps as you go
add little drawings for visual memory
insert voice memos for complex topics
flag confusing points with cute markers
leave space for post-lecture additions
⥠making it aesthetic but effective
because why not have both?:
visual organization:
use boxes for definitions
clouds for main concepts
stars for important points
hearts for memorable examples
arrows for connections
flowers for chapter markers
color coding system:
pink for main concepts
lavender for examples
mint for definitions
peach for formulas
baby blue for dates
gold for important warnings
⥠dealing with fast-paced lectures
because professors/teachers love to speed-talk:
shorthand system:
create cute abbreviations
use symbols for common words
develop personal code system
quick bullet points
voice record if allowed
flag for later review
quick capture methods:
screenshot important slides
quick sketch diagrams
voice memo key points
type keywords only
mark confusion points
flag for detailed review
⥠post-lecture enhancement
because the real magic happens after:
immediate review:
fill in gaps while fresh
add pretty headings
organize messy sections
insert relevant images
complete examples
link related concepts
enhancement techniques:
create summary boxes
add practice questions
insert related resources
make concept connections
highlight key points
add memory triggers
effective notes aren't just about capturing everything - they're about creating a resource you'll actually want to review! think of it like creating your own aesthetic textbook that speaks your language.
pro tip: don't try to make everything perfect during the lecture. focus on capturing information first, make it pretty later! i usually spend 15 minutes after each lecture prettifying my notes.
xoxo, mindy đ
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Letâs face the truth: There is absolutely no strategy at work with SS. Theyâre flailing around, knocking glasses off tables left and right without achieving anything. I can just picture them all sitting in a bar, snapping photos of one cocktail after another (without actually drinking themđ). Ideas get thrown out, and everyone cheers.
âLetâs publish a cocktail book!â
âYeah, cheers! đĽâ
âLetâs do fancy pop-up shops!â
âGreat! Whatâs the target audience?â
âWho cares, as long as itâs as hip as we are!â
âYeah, cheers! đĽâ
âDamn, we need more money. Letâs organise a signing session for Samâs mommies and squeeze every last penny out of them!â
âYes, yes, yes, cheers! đĽâ
Right now, SS is just Ash, her bar visits, and cocktail photos. Sassenach â what?
I could just suggest you to (re)read my post from half a year ago as I still stand behind every word I wrote and see no change.
Just some quotes from it :
And that is exactly where my reserve comes from. I do see no strategy. Influencers on IG are just a very small part of a marketing strategy. It all begins with the story, a website where you do not get redirected as fast as possible to the distributor website to buy. Why would i buy???? Tell me, that is what the customer is looking for. And with that, you can use Google Analytics, the most used and must have tool for marketing nowadays on the web. There is where you learn to adapt you strategy. Know the demography of your clients, study the search keywords and adapt your website text to improve your Google ranks. As most of your clients will come from Google, not via IG. IG is a next tool to use but you first have to have your basis. It is a science and brands who do not see it are at loss.
Mixing cocktails in bars and influencers on IG, and all the random videos out there on different accounts, where a number of them is not the correct place to advertise (I mean SH's followers in majority are there for his work, not his booze. The endlessly way of advertising his booze at nausea to people that are not interested in it has turned more and more people off and done him no good). You can all look away from that, and make your excuses for it, or call me a hater or a negative person. It doesn't change the facts we see. And finally about social media, it is one of the small tools of marketing, again Google Analytics, Google Adds, Search words are a much bigger part. But when you use IG professionally, don't show how you get piss drunk with friends when you're selling alcohol. I don't see that on Matt Neal's account as ambassador of Uncle Nearest, nor on Chiefmabooboo or Stefvillain just to name a few. I truly think you should be aware what you put on your professional account. If you want to show how piss drunk you got with your bestie, do it on a personal account, not on your professional one!
Wanna know my guilty pleasure? It's a game called 'Spot the Sassenach'. Just watch the IG accounts of all the bars they went advertising the booze.... and then watch if you can spot the SS bottle behind the bar.
Let's see
Soso's (1 week ago)
Peachy's (1st pic 3 weeks ago, 2nd pic 5 days ago)
Romeo's 1 week ago
and 6 weeks ago
Bartley Dunnes 3 months ago
4 hours ago
The Tyger 1 week ago
How many did you spot?
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insert ask that conveniently makes you talk about sayonika here
I have a lot of thoughts about them. None are particularly structured, really...
Trust really fuckin fed us, y'all. One of the first posts on this blog is me talking all about how it illustrates the parallels between Monika and Sayori, subtle as it is about it. I think in many, many ways, they reflect one another's actions, and on an exceptionally deep level, they both understand what makes the other tick. As a consequence, they're both pretty astute when it comes to recognizing what the other needs, what problems they might be having, and a good way to help them through it. It's hard to put into words...they just get each other, y'know?
Despite that, there are some definite fundamental differences. I think the simplest way to explain it is that Monika has a constant preoccupation with being able to do something right the first time, to be able to do something perfect, while Sayori has long given up the thought that she could do anything without screwing something up, and is instead desperately focused on trying to do good enough. In that way, the both of them sort of cover the other's weaknesses.
In that sense, both of them struggle with the thought of measuring up to others' expectations, and feel this constant need to do better, coupled with this constant thought that they aren't enough. Inferiority complex is the keyword here. Both of them have some pretty clear struggles with their own self-worth...
And the benefit of having each other is invaluable, for that reason. Particularly since the two of them understand each other's struggle, they're able to find the words the other needs to hear, and when they say it, it's more trustworthy because of that understanding.
Monika vents about an issue she's having, trying to find a way to really cope with it, and Sayori's answer immediately pierces straight to the core of the problem, identifying an insecurity which Monika didn't even realize she had. She's able to lay bare what Monika feels so she can actually grasp how to deal with it.
On the flip side, Sayori can hide it all she likes, but Monika's able to see clear through that facade, and identify where Sayori is struggling. She tends to a more subtle approach, simply quietly taking some of that burden, or providing whatever affection, praise, or encouragement she thinks she needs. Without even realizing it, Sayori's feeling better already.
They've got each others' backs, through thick and thin. If Monika's lagging behind, Sayori gives her a gentle push in the right direction. If Sayori needs someone to tell her everything's going to be okay, Monika's right beside her not only telling her that, but elaborating on how things couldn't possibly be that bad, because they have each other.
To get away from more general analysis kind of stuff, I think the two of them would just naturally tend towards a very close relationship. They'd grow reliant on each other without even realizing it, each using the other for needed buffer in any social situation, and relying on each other for support in all areas.
Monika would feel incredibly awkward trying to engage in anything romantic with anyone, but I think her relationship with Sayori being so close would just feel incredibly natural, no matter how it ended up progressing. That doesn't mean that transitioning to romance wouldn't feel awkward as hell still, nor that Monika would really feel confident doing anything (Sayori's taking that lead and she's driving the horse to the end of the line), but her relationship with Sayori would be so close naturally that it wouldn't actually change very much.
Neither of them would really be able to be honest about their feelings at first. And at this critical moment, neither of them would be able to clearly identify the feelings that the other had. Both of them would be way too anxious about the fact that the other might say no, and it could ruin their entire friendship, to say anything about it for the longest time. Neither of them can imagine a life without the other.
I think Sayori might be the one to crack first. I think she'd probably get to a point where she wouldn't be able to handle all the fluttery feelings in her chest when they were this close. She couldn't do anything but be honest about her feelings, no matter how anxious it made her feel.
Monika would be taken aback but obviously reciprocate. Now unsure how to even proceed. I think Monika would be the first to say I love you tho
This might be one of the roughest parts of the base game to really deal with when you think about it for an extended period. I don't want to think about it for an extended period right now so I'm not gonna elaborate (already thinking of enough angst with other fic concepts).
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miles.g / wiles
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contents: general hcs, mention of his fatherâs death, i call 42-miles âwilesâ, me sorta bullying him
a/n: after a lot of procrastination and harassment gentle encouragement from @vhstown iâm finally posting my hcs. :3c (theyâve been sitting here since july)
Despite his tough guy exterior and criminal career, he's actually a massive nerd geek. Like: gundham, comics, posters all over his room.
Until you bring up those interests, he won't mention them. But once you start a conversation about them, he can tell you all the lore front to back or tell you where and when each collectible is from. Just listening to Wiles and nodding along will make his day.
Accepting help from others is not an option. Ever. He's an overly D.I.Y guy since his father's death and it's staying that way.
... unless you're very close to him. Wiles will begrudgingly accept your help and then be adamant on repaying you. No matter how trivial it was, he'll show his gratitude through service.
Wiles has great memory and knows all the lyrics to his favourite songs. Go through his playlist and pick something at random- he'll recite them flawlessly!
A good memory also helps with remembering those flashes of songs playing on your lock screen. Just a split second glance? He's adding it to his playlist, maybe listening to it as he works on his latest gear.
Would be a straight A student if he were there half the time. The only thing keeping his total grades down is attendance, where heâs often absent.
However, if heâs in a group project with you, Wiles will put more effort into it. Getting a âCâ or GPA point lower is fine if it means keeping Brooklyn safer. Whatâs not fine is him being the reason for your lower marks.
Unlike his counterpart from 1610, Wilesâ art is more realistic. He tries to capture the subjectsâ essence quickly and minimally, so colours are an afterthought.
Accuracy was his pride in art until it came to you. Heâd be so nervous in getting your smile right, scribbling failed attempts over and over again. Wiles even resorted to a pencil sketch.
Following the passing of Jefferson, Wiles has gotten much closer to Rio. Thatâs a no brainer; he was fourteenâ a kid. And Jefferson never got to see his son in that overpriced Visions uniform.
Wiles makes an effort to speak more Spanish. He lets his mamĂ braid his hair even if it hurts like hell. Those stupid telenovelas arenât that bad on the second watch.
Once upon a time, Wiles used to be a choir boy (keyword: used). Heâd love singing hymns and doing nativities before he could read; all for his mamĂ and dad to see.
However, the christmas after Jeffersonâs passing felt⌠empty. Wiles quickly lost his passion for choir and now just attends mass with Rio at most.
After years of experience being a choir boy, Wiles has the voice of an angel. Not that youâd know, of courseâ he intends to take that to the grave. But thereâs also a deeper, darker secret⌠he canât rap to save his life.
An extremely personal and harrowing Musically comment told him so. Following that attack, twelve year old Wiles abandoned his account with only a black profile picture left behind.
Like any other middle schooler, Wiles had a hype beast phase (he denies it). When Aaron got a Hype shirt for Wilesâ 12th birthday, words couldnât describe how he almost knocked Aaron down with a hug.
The shirtâs first stain had Wiles distraught and furiously searching âremove paint on shirt hacksâ on Youtube. His heart would probably stop if he misplaced a gift from you.
Wiles isnât the best cook, but he can definitely make himself a good meal. With Rio working night shifts and Uncle Aaron doing⌠jobs, he has to be self-sufficient.
A secret lilâ side project: heâs trying and failing to replicate Jeffersonâs mac ân cheese. It wasnât the best, but it was his. Somethingâs always off when Wiles makes it and heâs not quite sure what.
Sure, cooking isnât that hard, but baking is like wizardry to Wiles. AP Chemistry and itâs endless calculations felt way easier than making pan de agua with his mamĂ.
But, mamĂ didnât raise no quitter! On a particularly busy birthday, Wiles pulled together a modest little cake for Rio. She burst into tears seeing the shaky â!Feliz Cumple!â written in too-sweet icing.
Calling Earth-42 a wreck is a massive understatement. Shitâs like Gotham, only very real and very deadly. Just breathing in that damn city air makes Wilesâ skin crawl.
Luckily, heâs got an outlet: boxing. A fun hobby he picked up from Uncle Aaron became his release. Wiles might never be in the ring, but Brooklynâs more than enough.
a/n #2: what the fuck. this was supposed to be short and silly and fun. exsqueeze me how did this⌠erm. disjointed mess.
#miles g morales x reader#miles g x reader#prowler miles x reader#42!miles x reader#42!miles morales x reader#earth 42 miles morales x reader#earth 42 miles x reader#earth 42 miles x you#miles g morales#miles gonzalo morales#miles morales x reader#earth 42 miles headcanons#atsv x reader#atsv headcanons#atsv miles#atsv x you#atsv fanfiction#chewy writes âŞ
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¤amongst other things
premise. kisses w/ them, and random things?
featuring. dan heng, blade, jing yuan.
content. gender neutral.
cw. mentions of blood, murder for blade lol. he's just down bad for reader in a weird, blade way ig
note. this is ironic since my first genshin post was also about kisses (AKA me getting bored so I wondered why not get into star rail)
will add others soon ig.. I didn't compile all of them here cuz I honestly lack the characterization for them so woop
dan heng
short, abrupt kisses that rarely ever come by goes as quickly as it came. you'd assume that he's doing it on purpose, giving you the kiss that you've been waiting for all day. it shouldn't even be considered a kiss at all from how fleeting his apparent 'peck' is.
in short it's torture.
keyword: assume. cause as convinced as you are that this is just some form of twisted amusement dan heng gains, that's exactly the problem that it entails. as a person wholly, he's so serious to the point you doubt there's nothing that would entertain him besides books.
you learn he isn't much of a fan of those really long kisses, once you both bore witness to a couple eating each other's face in broad daylight and you spotted his weekly shift of expression, a quirk of few centimeters. in this case, a grimace and he looks away.
he, does not really give kisses a lot. as upset as you are, you do agree that when he does give you a kiss, albeit short. it makes it all the more.. amazing? such a mediocre word wouldn't be able to describe it.
basically when you're both left trying to fit in his small cushion (he could've atleast gotten a bed in all this space.) you also learn that he's a really private man.
you've only ever shared kisses in his room, embraces, everything else for that matter. when the door is locked he quite literally melts into you. if you happen to be sitting together he just leans on to you.
dan heng in public: đś
dan heng in private: đ
just doesn't show any affection in public, especially if march is around. that girl would make fun of him for hours end and even drag the trailblazer in on her antics of poking fun.
dan heng is indeed a private man.
march isn't the only factor as to why there hasn't been a lot of kisses out in public. if anything he probably wants to kiss you more than you would like.
he'd be lying if he said he wanted to just kiss you as long as those weird main characters of the romance shows march watches cause even though you might want that as well, dan heng won't ever do it.
cause it isn't him, what he is. is the type to get kisses done as soon as he can not because he doesn't enjoy them. it's because he can take a good look at you once he leans back, just like he does any other day.
to admire you.
and cause dan heng isn't the romantic type to kiss you senseless, but the one to give you looks you'd die for.
blade
if dan heng only gives you kisses a few times a day and you'd consider it torture, better get ready to lose your sanity cause you're lucky if blade even crumples at your hand to give you one.
it's not that he doesn't love you. he feels as though it's wrong to label whatever emotion in his chest as something as strong as love, he won't go that far. but he won't label you as something worthy of hatred either, you're.. tolerable?
if anything blade doesn't outright seek to give you his affection through the form of a kiss. his love language is in fact, not physical affection but destroying your enemies :). (if you have one, if not. then whoever bothers you will suffice.)
but if he does, when he does it's the most blade thing he can do. just grabbing your face with one hand as he gives you one of those rough, deep kisses. it's not really desperate or out of need, despite such a wordless action you could feel some emotion he's pouring into it.
better pray it's not hate cause.. đ
funny thing cause as much as he hates being piled in the same sentence as dan heng, in a way they're rather similar. both just preferring to witness, given their life span.. maybe it's some type of response they're used to.
blade doesn't really do the 'oh I love you' or the random hugs. the fact that he'd even stand so close to you instead of isolating himself and looking all mysterious leaning on a pillar already spoke volumes of his fondness (if not admitted.)
he just.. watches you?
silver wolf comments about it when she's caught his eyes on you many times midst a conversation, behind your back, staring. "better watch out." she says, but even with her disturbed gaze never does he tear his eyes away.
well.
kafka does take it in more stride than her. as someone who's spent a hefty time with blade, even someone as analytical as her can't tell which things he likes, and hates. besides all the blood and pain (well usually for his opponents.)
she for one, tells you that he does indeed like you. cause she can control who blade murders 'for her own good'. but if there's even a single glimpse of drop from a wound he's going feral, and not even kafka or her spirit whisper can tame his rage.
AKA... just lots of murder?
'for your own good :)'.
blade wholly believes that he doesn't need to shower you in affection, or kisses at all. but if you're really so insistent on them he'll give into you, which is surprising cause he's a pretty stubborn man.
most affection you'd get in physical means is when he completely collapses into you, perhaps a sign of weakness. but also trust. one of the rare times he's exhausted himself in his mind to the point where he can't even do anything.
#icanfixhim.
jing yuan
a cheeky man, this one.
jing yuan could give you a load, barriage, arrows, whatever describes the endless assault of pecks he attacks your face with. emphasis on 'could', he has the ability, and the freedom but it doesn't mean he's going to :)
in short you have to work for it, he says.
you can't tell if he's trying to give you one of those motivational, slapping you back to reality lessons or messing with you. you're going to go for the latter since someone as bold as he is lazy.. even jing yuan would relate enough to not hit you with the lesson card.
in a way he's always dragging the time you've gone by without a kiss from him as long as he can just for the sole reason he can see your attempts to conceal your bothered face, even better when the expression of content is all but displayed to him once he gives in.
what? he can't resist you, you know?
you have a feeling he's teasing you again when he says that but it's better to not ponder upon it.
for someone who prefers to 'conserve' his energy. he's got a lot to spare when it comes to the repeated kisses pressed upon your lips, cheeks, eyelids, forehead.. whatever his own mouth can reach. (his favorite is the edges of your eyes..)
just for some reason, one he can't exactly name he ends up giving that particular area more love compared to the others. sometimes more lighter, feathery pecks when he's feeling playful. or the occasional longer, deep press of his lips when he's feeling rather sentimental about his feelings.
he doesn't deserve you.. but if not him, who else? ;)
gets mimi to help him into trapping you inside his office, jing yuan 'calls for your presence' but once you're inside rather than the pressing matters he apparently had to discuss with you (present in his message.) you're met with the man practically snuggling into you as he keeps you in his arms.
rather effortlessly if you might add!
and if you somehow managed to wriggle out his grip. you swore you saw him give the... big... cat a look and suddenly mimi is choosing to sleep right in front of the doors..
come back or you will not get kisses for two days (he's scamming u)
note. NOT PR... hi hsr fandom đł posting in a new fandom makes me so nerviosity
#. . . (ŕšáľâ¤áľŕš)#hsr#honkai star rail#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#dan heng x reader#blade x reader#jingyuan x reader#jing yuan x reader#star rail x reader#dan heng#blade#jing yuan#x gn reader
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RUBATOSIS || chapter one: self digestion
PAIRING : Dr.Gaul's Assistant!Coriolanus Snow x Experiment!Reader-Insert ( afab, they / them, sometimes it )
RATING : 18+ ( no smut in this chapter, but it's very unsettling )
WORD COUNT : 13, 776
WARNINGS : infidelity ( coryo's engaged to livia ), power imbalance, unreliable narrator ( it's 3rd POV but focuses on coryo's view ), unhealthy dynamics, dehumanizing language, medical experimentation, body examination that has... strange vibes, body horror-esque, coryo and gaul are messed up in this fic, he's more like his book version than movie
SUMMARY : đś rubatosis - noun. the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat đˇ
Fortune, marriage, and success - all within the hands of Coriolanus Snow, and it still isnât enough to satisfy him. Tigris has grown distant and Livia is far more trouble than it's worth.Â
Dr. Gaul has just the solution for him.
A/N : This is my first time posting my fanfic work on tumblr, so I hope everyone has fun reading this. If there are any mistakes, lemme know. This is the first of five chapters!
[ If you want to read it on AO3 instead ]
self digestion || autolysis - stage one of decompositionÂ
Oh, he hated this.Â
He absolutely despised this.
A click of the soles, stepping against the freshly clean sidewalk, rid of any possible careless litter and debris. Had it not been for others who, too, were using the same path, even if they were going in opposite directions, had he half a mind, Coriolanus would have taken the moment to prop himself against a wall and let out the loudest sound of frustration. It wouldnât be unwarranted, it wouldnât be uncalled for. Dare he say, he almost feels he should be entitled to it. It had only been four days, but four days should have been enough time for Tigris to get back to him already. The correspondence was not even something of dire content, at least, Coriolanus imagined so. Questions of Grandmaâam, if her time with Mrs. Plinth ( he was not going to refer to her as âMa Plinthâ ) had been going well, how was the solo business venture regarding Tigrisâs fashion going, was there any renovations that the home needed, how were they â things that he assumed, wrongly he guessed, that would be so simple to answer.Â
God forbid that he still had the decency to still check in with his family even after he long moved out into his own place.Â
If Tigris thought she could play him for a fool, she was the one in the wrong; the signs were as clear as can be, that Tigris was trying to ice him out as much as she could. And after all heâs worked hard for? Fixing the home up, making sure the fridge never stays empty, stabilizing the family. Heâs even gotten engaged before Grandmaâam could even croak, and is letting Tigris design his fiancĂŠâs wedding gown! What else was he supposed to do to try and gain back her warmth? Dance and clap like a District to make himself seem smaller, more dumb, to please her? There was a lock to his jaw, a small grit in Coriolanusâs teeth, as he sipped down the coffee in his hand, the other in his coat pocket.Â
He didnât even wish to broach the idea of his fiancĂŠ on his walk to the Citadel. The heavy breath, a sigh, that breached itself out his lips. A hand raised to rub a gloved thumb briefly at the bridge of his nose.Â
Ugh, Livia⌠It was a pain to even internally taste the words of her name on his tongue.Â
It was an arranged marriage of convenience that he sought after, an extra piggy bank that he could expend on; and how quickly the elder Cardews lapped up at his palm when he planted the idea of marrying their daughter. A man who was of the old guard elite families, an assistant of Dr. Gaulâs, inheritor of the Plinthâs fortune, a gamemaker in training? They were downright salivating, that he almost felt embarrassed for Livia having to witness her parentsâ stripped to their barest of greeds. The keyword being almost. Coriolanus needed to play his cards right to ensure his future, it was only fair game. If that meant taking his chance with the Cardewsâ and their banks, heâd be just the fool that Tigris would want him to be if he turned them away. But, he could reluctantly suppose that the arrangement could be considered an equal drain on both parties. He seized their assets and their daughter seized up his free time. How could he forget the fundraiser dinner that Livia had invited them both to later on in the evening? She was delightful enough to remind him of it while they shared breakfast together, between his bites of quiche so that he couldnât show a hint of a frown.Â
Coriolanus sucked in a careful breath between his teeth.Â
If she could only put herself to better use than just the one redeeming quality of a socialite. There was a slim chance he may have miscalculated. Perhaps it would have been an easier time, having something set up with Clemensia, or Lysistrata.Â
âMr. Snow! Good morning and welcome back, Dr. Gaul is already waiting for you inââÂ
âIn Lab H05, got it! And a good morning to you, too.â He smiled back effortlessly to the front desk worker, giving them a wave and just the right, charming amount of teeth with the upwards pull of his mouth.Â
Entering into the Citadel and seeing the hive of workers shift from one place to another in constant movement; they all tried to keep their voices at a low volume, but there was a constant buzz in the air, as they went from one hall to the other. Coriolanus maneuvered himself around them, slipping his deep mahogany overcoat seamlessly folded across his forearm. Full-Grain leather gloves that kept him warm from the cold, taken off his hands and instead placed neatly into the pocket of his overcoat. What a marvel it would have been for his young, naĂŻve self to bear witness the luxury of a full wardrobe he now had. Never again did he have to spend long nights studying for the Academy besides an equally tired Tigris, who busied herself with trimming down the sizes of his fatherâs discarded shirts to fit him for school the next day.Â
It was a muscle memory at this point, the path to one of the many labs that Dr. Gaul had established her practice in. She had told Coriolanus that she had a lab for each different study and project she was passionate towards, ones that were more⌠presentable, to the average Capital citizen, and ones that were more uncensored. Having worked for over a year under Dr. Gaulâs tutelage, Coriolanus had seen a decent amount, the clean and the vile, but even then, he knew very well he had not seen all. He wasnât even sure if he did want to see all. Especially regarding what happened last time he wandered around the Citadel during Academy days. The doors to Lab H05 were wide open, Coriolanus noted, seeing it in his line of sight, getting closer and closer. It was inviting, telling any worker to come in and step in at any time ( should Dr. Gaul be around ).Â
The air here was entirely different from what it was in the hallway. Where the air from when he first entered had been warm, inviting from the nipping cold outside. The vague smell of coffee, and an even fainter scent of something chemical, had mingled and intertwined to give the vaguest illusion that the Citadel could pass for a workplace like any other. However, the lab was as if entering an entirely different building. The lights that shone uncomfortably glaring, fluorescent lights that were hung overhead, on the ceiling. There were small lights, embedded into the floors and columns as well, guiding the path to any who walked in. It drowned the large room in an almost blue light. Lab H05 was one of the âcleanâ labs. A sterile scent in the air, the chemicals that were so faint in the halls were far more prominent, evident here. But, to the trained nose, there was something faint here too. The rusted scent of iron tickled under Coriolanusâs nose, but it barely registered to him anymore as anything concerning. Seeing the endless shelves of⌠odd specimens, the scent of blood was the last thing that should ever scare him away.Â
âDr. Gaul, good morning,â He kept a steady tone, not one that sounded tired, nor too joyous. Being seen as her âfavoriteâ didnât mean he could speak to her as casually as he pleased. It just meant that he took her current attention. A fickle thing that could be stripped away at any moment if he showed any less than acceptable.Â
âCoryo,â He tensed his shoulders the same time she breathed it out in loving fashion. Her back once facing him, now turned as she walks towards him to cut the distance between the two. Since the gap started to form between Tigris and him, Dr. Gaul had taken to using that nickname on him. If it was to be used in terms of endearing him to her, or to mock him with the name that ghosts had called him, none could say for sure.
Coriolanus liked to believe it to be both, if he believed his assumptions of her character were right.
He never once let his eyes leave contact with her own, but he could hear the movement of her prominent, red latex gloves being peeled off her hands. She always thought it to be ironic, to wear such a color despite her profession. It matched the dye job that she had done on her surgical gown. He felt the weight of hands touching either side of his forearms, the smile on Dr. Gaulâs face caused a crinkle in her eyes as she bared all teeth in her smile. He wondered if she knew how threatening her grin looked.
âA morning to you as well. Has it been treating you good?â Â
It felt as if some sort of warm feeling was spreading out from Dr. Gaulâs hands, through his arms and into his body. What a disgusting sensation, it made goosebumps rise on his skin.Â
âAs well as it could be.â Coriolanusâs voice spoke softly.Â
Livia drained his energy far more than he expected with her morning rambles and gossip.Â
Dr. Gaulâs hands smacked against his arms in a laugh, loud and knowing, she always knew, turning around to walk deeper in the lab. âHah! By the sounds of it, it seems youâre not getting some peace of mind when you head home,â She turned back to look at him, giving him a glance, she was prying something out of him. âThatâs no good, Coryo. You need to be in top shape to work, I canât have my assistant become so⌠drained.âÂ
The crease in her eyes showed again.Â
âIf this is your preferred state, there is a new species of leeches I am working on. I assure you it is far more efficient than a Cardew of species.â
Well, now it was his turn to laugh.Â
A dry chuckle that slipped from Coriolanusâs lips, moving to follow Dr. Gaul. Placing his coat on a table made of rich wood, something less⌠aseptic looking. There were moments where he often froze under the womanâs gaze; a humiliating, bodily reaction that made him feel so small, so vulnerable as he used to be. Yet, it was in times like these, where he could understand how Dr. Gaul still managed to hold sway over people besides just exemplary displays of fear and power. There was a sense of humor to her, if he could call it that, where if a powerful woman like her involved yourself in - you felt so included, special.Â
âIt was nothing like that. Livia just reminded me that after work today, she and I have to attend dinner later in the evening. Itâs a fundraiser for the improvement and reconstruction of the Corso.â He turned his sight away from Dr. Gaulâs eyes, not being able to keep the contact any more. Flicking to the sight of the endless, bright shelves that lit up the tubes containing various specimens and experiments. Some failures, some on pauses, some successes, and some were just creative âwhat-ifsâ; that would explain some of the seemingly useless fusions, like the jellyfish that had spider legs mixed in with some of its natural lappets, now encased in a resin tube. Coriolanus canât recall if he was employed at the Citadel yet when this specimen was made. His fingers briefly touched upon the cool glass of it. What a disgusting idea. âI almost nearly forgot about it.â Dr. Gaul hummed at his response.Â
âWhy, doesnât that sound riveting! What a joy young life is, flitting from one function to the other, all the night-time glamor. You know, before I was transferred to work in the Citadel, I was the same. I thought of giving my children some of my old wardrobe from my youth, but itâs so out of the current trends, it just collects dust now.â What a blessing, for her kids. They could avoid the embarrassment of coming into the room looking as if they robbed the Pre-Dark Days exhibit at the Capitalâs museum. The heels of Dr. Gaulâs heels clicked against the smooth, waxed floor. Coriolanus could feel the brief sliver of her heavy presence pass him by from behind, as she went to head over to another area in the room. It sounded vaguely close to the center of it.Â
âYou must be excited, Coryo. Are you going to wear,â Her words paused. She was tasting the air for something. âAh, whatâs her name⌠That cousin of yours, the one who started her new business a while ago.â
What was the point of this conversation?
âTigris.âÂ
A brief flare tickled behind his ribs, reminding him of his thoughts earlier before. Standing up from his spot, fingers now leaving the glass of the odd ( sickening ) creature, his prints left slightly behind on the glass. Stretching his shoulders back with his arms, muscles pulled, away from their previously hunched position. Coriolanus walked over to where Dr. Gaul was, who stood nearby another table at the center of the lab. This time, this one was far cleaner, made of what seemed to be a material of stainless steel. In her hands she carried a manila folder, or two, in her hands; her painted nails sifted through the papers carefully. She was writing something quickly down inside of it. He wanted to know, but he held his tongue. Gaul would tell him if it was something he needed to be aware of.Â
âAnd Iâm not sure. Livia is still picking out her dress and I want to match with her.â He smiled at her.Â
âArenât you a romantic,â She gives him a look out of the corner of her eye, the blue one that matched his. It made his skin crawl, he hated the feeling of it. âIs your heart melting, Snow?â
Coriolanus hopes she sticks to her career as a Gamemaker, being a comedian looks like a bleak future for her.Â
The smile on his lips grew wider, a small laugh at her words, his hand reaching to cover his mouth slightly to muffle the sound in the large room.Â
âI wouldnât say that just yet.âÂ
He wouldnât say it at all. Livia? Melt his heart? Sure, she could melt his eardrums when she had that obnoxious snort to her loud laughs. It made her sound like a pig, shipped straight to the Capital from the farms of District 10. That would defeat the purpose of why he married her in the first place. It would be the utmost betrayal to himself, after he had promised to close himself afterâÂ
âSince you have a date tonight,â His ears perked up immediately. âIâll reduce the amount of work you have for today, Iâll be merciful.â He wouldnât argue if she decided to give him more. She pressed a manila folder into his open hands, her grip was tight on it. This was a folder that not many eyes needed to be on. Taking it carefully from her hands, he raised it to his eyesight curiously, catching the sight of the project name written on top of it.Â
PROJECT: CAPTIVE â A.01 PROMETHEUSÂ
Coriolanus brought his gaze back towards Dr. Gaul. He assumed he slipped a confused gaze at her, because before he could even ask her, sheâs already speaking up:
âThis is a project I had started around the time you were exiled in District 12.âÂ
His jaw slightly tightened. She didnât have to use that exact word to describe it.Â
âItâs far more⌠unique,â Her eyes rolled around the room as she sought out the word, the moment it landed on her tongue, she locked her sight immediately onto him. Gaulâs smile pulled a bit more at her cheeks, a festering excitement that was slipping out from her internal confines. The threat of teeth in her smile was no longer an attempt of niceties, but far more sinister in its intentions. Coriolanus would argue on a good day that both were the same, that Dr. Gaulâs cruelty was her being kind. âThan my other projects. Far more different than any of my other muttations, this is a beast of a different breed, but one that you and I know intimately well.â
 So this was a human experimentation, Coriolanus deduced.Â
Dr. Gaul would never dare to refer to those below Capital ranks as something human, there was always something else she had to refer to them by. Animal, beast, plague, insect, if it stripped them of their humanity, she was eager to take it. They shared similar sentiments, but sometimes, he had to give them some form of distinct name to separate them. âIâve actually grown quite fond of it. Usually, Iâd handle its tests and exams, but you seem like you need a pick-me-up.âÂ
It should make him disgusted at how easily she could see through him.Â
The older woman stepped further away from him, into one of the dark recesses of the room. Lab H05 was one of the main center labs within the Citadel, meaning it earned itself the privilege to have its layout be connected to other rooms, outside areas, halls, and the like. It just happened to be, the darker areas that Gaul was heading in were towards the direction of one of the elevators connected to the room. Coriolanus watched her body retreat into the dimly lit area, not quite following after her. He didnât know why. His hands felt stiff with the folder in his hands. The pounding beat of his heart in his ears matched in tempo with the steps of her heels against the floor. If he was going to move, she was going to need to ask him. She knew too, the doctor knew her own footsteps, and she was very aware when othersâ joined in. Turning around to look at where he still was, standing, watching, she looked back at him. Coriolanus could make out her faint silhouette in the dark, but Dr. Gaulâs blue eyes shone brighter in the dark. As if she had tapetum lucidum, how it reflected so wildly. She was not helping the rumors made against her, that questioned if she ever used herself for a subject of fascination.Â
âCome now, Coryo. You donât want to waste time.â
A silence fell upon them both.Â
âUnderstood, Iâm right behind you.â
Walking after her, Coriolanus descended the small set of stairs that she had gone down from, he stepped into the dimly lit area. The manila folder was still grasped tightly in his one hand, at his side. He didnât understand it, he didnât understand her. Yes, she said that she wanted to cheer him up, but heâd be a fool if he was to believe thatâd was to be the only reason why she was doing this. Volumnia Gaul, telling confidential secrets because she cared for his well being? No, there was always something else. An ulterior motive she wished to serve, or a lesson she wanted to teach. When he was brought back from his sentence of being a peacekeeper, it was not because her heart broke over him. She was not weeping at him having to tread his feet into the muck and grime of District 12. It was because she was holding him up to an ambition that both him and her both wished to see.Â
âThis one,â Dr. Gaul started her words, occasionally turning her head to the side to make sure he was still following her ( he was ). âStarted out as a simple curiosity. I had to sit with myself quite a bit to figure out a punishment that would actually serve some productivity.â Her hands reached behind her, flicking at the folder that Coriolanus was holding. He opened up the folder, finally, to look through the report. Whatever the Doctor was gesturing vaguely in conversation, it would be more explicit in her writings. âDisplays of cadavers, desecration of the human silhouette, trauma to the cerebrum, these punishments can only go for so long before new ideas must be made. If the rebels expect the same disciplinary action, you can expect them to gain a tolerance to it.â
Squinting at the paper, he leaned his head slightly down to get a closer look of the subject. A small photo was attached to the report by a paperclip, it was a person who seemed to be in a similar age group to his. They looked clean, proper - they wore an ironed, white button up shirt under a dark vest, with unique, yet simple earrings they donned on. Pearls and tiny opals that dangled from a gold chain earring. A family heirloom, if Coriolanus had to guess. They smiled widely in the photo. Their teeth werenât perfect, their upper cuspid was a bit more pointed in comparison to all others.Â
They had once been a capital citizen, turned rebel, to⌠this.Â
âI wanted to truly push my mind forward, and see if the impossible would truly be⌠well, possible.â Dr. Gaul grinned at the end of the sentence. Coriolanus lifted the photo up, after hooking his gaze unto the former for a moment. Itâs a shame, he thought to himself. How pretty they are, had they not tainted their mind with childish ideas they would have continued to live in the comforts that they were so comfortably lavishing in before. He was curious as to whose family they once belonged to. A filthy curiosity enticed him, a want to digest more at the report at the risk of tuning out Gaulâs feverish ramblings.Â
âPersonally, I outdid myself.â
There was a small desire to curse her under his breath, the writing for the subjectâs name was far too rushed and messy to read properly. Did she want him to read the report, or play word scramble?Â
Dr. Gaulâs steps had stopped, the white noise of her chatter turned to silence was enough to bring his head back from the report. She stood between him and the elevator, holding her hands in front of her, folded. Peeking to the side, the button for the down level was lit up in a glow of red. Her smile widened.Â
âCuriosity eating away at you, Coryo?âÂ
It still made his skin crawl, everytime she used that name. How frightening it was, that it also brought him a strange sense of the coldest warmth.Â
âYouâve talked so vividly about them,â Not clear enough. âI want to see what makes you so excited about them.â He wants to see if they could come close to bringing him out of his frustrations. Fingers that touched the edge of the subjectâs photo twitched in tempo with the small ding of the elevator. Doors opening, Dr. Gaul stepped to the side. Hands gestured, letting him know to step in first which he obliged. Yet, no other steps than his own followed him in. Coriolanus turned around, a puzzled look on his face when he noticed how Dr. Gaul was standing in the middle of the elevatorâs doors.Â
âExpected me to come join you? You canât be so attached to my hip, Coryo.â She laughed, her hands reached in between her surgical gown and work attire. Pulling out a set of keys attached to her workerâs ID, she tugged a key off. Dr. Gaul dipped her body slightly in to twist at a lock that had revealed another panel of floor buttons aside from the usual floor ones. This must have been the key designated for the Citadelâs researchers and engineers. He had a private key of his own, but that was reserved for Game Makers. Still in training, but Dr. Gaul had persuaded the others to give him his own copy. âI have other things that need tending to, so youâll have to have your fun without me.â Pushing a floor button that was labeled C09, glowing red under her touch, she gave him her key. She pressed into Coriolanusâs free palm, closing his fingers to clasp around it.Â
âYou can keep this one. Iâll ask for another copy.â
Was it because this one almost seemed rusted over to hell and back? Coriolanus wasnât an idiot. He could feel the textured sensation of something that, usually, was supposed to be smooth metal.Â
âThank you, Dr. Gaul.â He spoke softly back to her.Â
Dr. Gaul sent him another smile towards his way, the abominable sight of her gradually leaving his sight as the doors closed. A divide now between the both of them.Â
Instantly, a breath of air was released from Coriolanus. His head reeled back, eyes closed, leaning against the wall of the elevator. He was now by himself. Free from that imposing woman, he finally could be released from her watchful gaze. Always gauging him, examining him as if he, too, was another subject on her surgical table. Perhaps, in a strange, distant sense, he was. Which is why he likes it far more when their interactions are limited. Even if it makes him feel guilty if he hasnât spoken to her for any prolonged amount of time.Â
Another breath, he brought his head back down, eyes open. Opening his hand to where the key was held in his hand. It was frighteningly warm in his hand, most likely from when both Dr. Gaul and him held onto it. The material of the key was dark in color, rust having formed around some of the edges. Spots of dark stains marred its dull shine, it almost looks black in contrast to the keyâs natural dark hue. This most definitely was blood, now dried. In his head, Coriolanus could see the vivid picture in his head: Dr. Gaul barely bothering to remove her gloves after leaving the examination room, holding the key between sticky gloves. A sneer pulled on Coriolanusâs face. He pocketed the key away.Â
He wanted to focus on something else.Â
The weight of the manila report at his side stuck out glaringly obvious, he still had yet to fully read through everything. His fingers were still thumbing between one of the pages, bookmarking a random place in the report. Should he wait to see the project on his own? Give himself something âfunâ to surprise himself with? A discomfort prickled at the hairs on his neck. No, he didnât like surprises too much. Surprises meant no control, and no control meant chaos that wasnât under his hand. And what more could be asked, when what he needed to know was right here. Hands flipped back open the manila folder while he waited for the elevator to finish its descent.Â
On the first page, there was only one photo of the subject, before the project had started. Dr. Gaul was always so thorough, so there must have been more to see. And how he loved to be right, when the sight of more clipped on photos peeked through in between pages. He stopped at the sight of them. These had been nude, taken in what was most definitely an examination room. They mustâve been in captivity for a few days for how haggard they looked. Gleam completely gone, with only a dark emptiness seen on their face. Signs of minimal swelling on their left cheek from when they were hit by a peacekeeper when resisting arrest. Bags under the optics, suggesting either sleep deprivation or developed insomnia. His eyes lingered on the photos that took in zoomed in shots of identifiable beauty marks that were scattered around their body. One around the back of their left acromial, around the sternocleidomastoid, one on the left mammary gland, and another on the right femoral muscle. Unconsciously, his fingers traced along the edges of each photo as he examined them until they traced after the words of ink.Â
The objective of the project: engaging and testing pain receptors on the subject. By use of non-licensed medication and surgical operations, the subjectâs NTRK1 gene was mutated to a certain extent to gain the closest imitation to Congenital Analgesia ( while still keeping the subject alive ). If Coriolanus recalled, in his textbooks, Congenital Analgesia was a condition that always was given to a patient by a pass down from the parent. It was never really something âmadeâ, or âgivenâ. He could understand now why Dr. Gaul was so pleased with herself for accomplishing this feat. Curiosity was beckoning him, wanting to see more of what the report entailed.Â
Pages dedicated to each operation, each test done. There were pain charts made, scales from 1 to 10, to test out the nerve receptors. Each test, the numbers on the chart went lower and lower; 10s that went to 9s, to the current lowest being a 6 for the majority of the subjectâs body. The more sensitive areas, such as the frontal or the palmar of the body, were around 7 to 8 on the chart. Flipping to the back of the contents, there was a small note in Dr. Gaulâs handwriting.
Today, please take care of Project Prometheusâs nerve exams. The last surgical operation was done last month and they have just now fully recovered. Update the report by the end of today, to measure if there are any fluctuations on their pain receptors.
Sounded simple enough. If this was all he had to do today, then there was a chance he could clock out from work even earlier to give himself space before tonightâs event. A ding finally was heard from the elevator, he was here at Lab C09. Folder closed in his hands, his foot stepped out of the elevator and onto the floor. What a drastic difference Lab C09 had been in comparison to Lab H05. If it hadnât belonged to Dr. Gaul, Coriolanus may not have been able to believe that this was an actual functioning lab. It almost seemed forgotten by the Citadel, half of the fluorescent lights not working, or blinking at different intervals. It bathed the floor in a very gray, almost vile green hue. The scent of copper and rust was far more noticeable, and the smell of medicine felt almost nauseous here. There were no grand columns in sight, and no endless amount of shelves dedicated to new specimens and ideas of creation. The floors were unkempt, specks of dirt packed into the corners of where the wall and once sleek tiles met. Occasional cracks on the floor, parts of the design broken and shattered into bits of ceramic. The halls were long, with endless doors that ( thankfully ) all were open, empty, or both. With the exception of the large corridor doors at the other end. He could make out the sight of Peacekeepers that stood on guard, near the corridor door and by the elevator entrance.Â
This definitely was Dr. Gaulâs more⌠uncensored labs.Â
Coriolanus took a few more steps into the lab and noticed the large stain of dried blood that dragged from where his feet stood, past the corridor doors. Eyebrows raised at the sight, but his eyes did not widen. Marvelous, the subject might still be rebellious. If this was to be the case, heâd be severely unimpressed. All these exams to change the NTRK1 and nothing done to affect the amygdala.Â
Sloppy work here, Dr. Gaul.Â
Pushing through the corridor doors, after giving the briefest of nods and acknowledgement towards the Peacekeepers, he found himself exactly where he needed to be. Entering an area that was entirely void of light, except for one thing.Â
A large window glass on the other side, showing the examination room on the other side. It lit up this half of the hall, shelves of varying medicines and chemicals lined against the walls of the examination room. Surgical tools were lined up high on the wall, out of reach, not yet pulled out and placed on the side. Today there was no operation to be done. Examination lights shone overhead, and under it was the examination table where Project Prometheus sat.Â
They sat down so compactly, so politely, knees folded to their chest and arms wrapped around them, their face leaned against the crevice their legs gave. The subject definitely had changed, physically, since the projects had begun. Their skin barely had the warm glow it had in their photo, had it not been for the peeks of color on their joints, heâd assume that there was no more blood rushing through their body. Their hair that once looked so well maintained, luxurious, was cut at awkward angles. Yet, it still managed to frame their face well enough. Figures, that was former Capital genes at work. Their body has taken significant damage since then. Scars of various shapes were scattered all across, bandages wrapped in some areas, and stitches that dragged around entire limbs, like their arms, thighs, feet, even one on their face. As if they were some over-played ragdoll that was patched up far too many times. There was no fight he could see from their eyes, and no anger. Was the blood on the floor halls really theirs, or did that belong to someone else?
This could not even be called anything, but a shell of a husk.Â
Coriolanus stood there, watching, taking in the sight of them. It barely felt like he was breathing. And that alone irritated him. Itâs like his body was trying to make itself seem smaller; as if he was somehow bothering them. He sighed out his frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose. They couldnât even hear him from the thick glass, what would he be so concerned with? Bringing his hand back down, about to open the manila folder once again to compare their ID photo to their current state - he peeked at their form again.Â
He had been noticed by it.Â
His breath felt lodged in his throat, his original action now tossed to the side, as they and him both just⌠watched each other. Their eyes that had looked so sullen and distant before, were so focused and vigilant of him. But, they didnât seem scared of him. Their body didnât look tense, their expression didnât twist into any wrinkles. What feeling was running through their body? Could they possibly feel anything? Coriolanus stepped away from the glass, slowly, and down further into the hall, to where the door of their examination room was. A peacekeeper stood guard near the heavy door, beside them a surgical gown, cap, goggles and gloves were on a hook. Excusing the other to the side, so he could reach and grab the attire to put on himself. Coriolanus questioned, as he tugged the latex rubber gloves on, if he still wanted to entertain the idea of holding their test today. Teeth grinded inside his jaw, he hated to admit weakness, but it was no lie that they unsettled him when they had stared back.Â
That probably contributed to why Dr. Gaul favored the project so much, both must take joy from bringing him such unease. A sigh hissed from his teeth, as he put the surgical mask on.Â
âIâll be back out in just a moment. Iâll let you know if an emergency comes up.âÂ
Itâll be easy work, and then he can leave.
Opening the door, the sterile smell of the room rushed past him as the metal door was moved from its tight seal and then closed heavily behind him. Their head had moved away from where the glass window was, turned to stare at where he stood near the door, their folder still in his hands. Thinly-veiled sweat was forming inside the gloves, with the silence that fell heavy in the room. He opened the folder.Â
âGood morning, Subject A01, I amââ
âŚ?Â
Did they say something?Â
â...Iâm sorry, did you say something?â
Another tense silence fell in the air.Â
â... That isnât my name.â Its voice was quiet, slightly hoarse but not entirely. Unexpected, considering their length of stay here. His fingers pinched tightly at one of the pages.Â
â...What do you mean?â He was not going to call them by their Capital name. They had long since lost the right to use it, after rebelling against Panem.Â
âDr. Gaul calls me something else.â Coriolanus was going to kill it if they did not clarify.Â
âAnd what does she call you?â This was the nicest tone he could muster.Â
They spoke it once into the air, still looking at him with those dead eyes of theirs. Had Dr. Gaul been so fond of it to have given it an entirely new name? And they accepted and went along with it? That didnât feel right, from what heâs examined about them so far. They were a rebel, they had fought against a Peacekeeper, they were dragged around the halls bleeding.Â
And they gave up their old name?
It had shifted out of its cradled position, their legs dangled off the examination table and their arms were placed on their side. Coriolanus could see the patient gown they wore more clearly. It kicked its feet in the air idly, as it waited for his response.Â
⌠Do they even know the situation that theyâre in?Â
â...Right. Well, do you know why Iâm here?âÂ
âNot really. Iâve never met you before.â Was context clues also something it gave up while in captivity? âI know the guards, and I know Dr. Gaul. I donât think I know about you,â Theyâre a prisoner, itâd be counter-intuitive if people were giving them info about every single staff member here. His mask covered the lower half of his face, but he hoped the slight shift of facial muscle was enough to convey that was trying to smile towards them. He walked further into the examination room, closer to where it sat and where the shelves of drugs and medical equipment were lined up. Their stare was burrowing holes into his back, while he shifted around, opening and closing shelves and drawers to check inside for what he needed.Â
âWell, I am Dr. Gaulâs assistant. You can call me Snow,â He was not giving his first name to a former rebel. âIâm here today because Dr. Gaul is a bit busy today to handle your check-up, so Iâll be filling in her role.â Gloves shifted bottles around, turning them around to read the labels. The disinfectant, cotton swabs, tweezers, needles, rubbing alcohol, syringes, the bite-rag, marker, he had it all except the custom medicine that Dr. Gaul had made for it. In the instructions of how to construct their exam, Dr. Gaul had explicitly mentioned that they were to take specific medication, as they had helped keep it conscious at all times for operations and exams. It was needed so that theyâd be able to relay the ratings, which is why Coriolanus was reading yet another prescription bottle in his hands, squinting in frustration.Â
âItâs this bottle over here.âÂ
A delicate, scarred hand had pointed at another bottle that sat idly on the shelf. Coriolanus turned his head slightly, seeing the subject no longer on the examination table, standing behind him quietly. Not staring at him, they were entirely looking at where their hand pointed. They were only standing just a couple inches away from his body, careful not to touch him as they stood on the tips of their toes to point at the medicine. With this proximity, it was easier for him to get a closer look at them. The stitches on its body were done with thick, prominent threads; there were far more beauty marks he could pick out on their face that the photos didnât display. The patient gown was made from a material far thinner than he expected, a visible silhouette could be seen from underneath the flimsy cloth. His mouth felt unusually dry.Â
A cold chill trickled down his spine. He barely noticed them. He doesnât even think it made a sound when it moved.Â
âCareful, keep your space from me.â He spoke, a careful warning to their ears and a threatening promise on his. He didnât want to risk being so close to them like this, he barely knew the extent of how violent the project could possibly be yet. Still, they listened, backing away from him and putting their hand back down to their side. Both it and him stared at each other again, the tense air dancing back inside the room. They looked as if they had wanted to say something, and Coriolanus, internally, felt almost violent for how demure they were being with him. It repulsed him, how it felt almost endearing if he looked at them for a second more.Â
âIs something wrong?â Eventually he bit the bullet, speaking first between the two of them. He canât bear another moment of silence with it.Â
â... I donât need a bite-rag. I donât think I really scream much anymore.â They still had an issue with explaining context to him more, heâll tell Dr. Gaul that needed some work latâ His jaw ticked⌠Why did he care about your abysmal social skills? It was a captive, it had no one to speak to other than their own captors. Pulling down their prescription from the shelf, a dark, thick liquid, he said in return: âItâs best to have it on hand, just in case you need it. Now, return back to the examination table.â For a split second, he thought he could see their gaze soften at him. Were they seriously entertaining the idea that he was being nice to them? Coriolanus just didnât want to deal with their sounds while he worked. Itâd be like trading one screaming fit for another, for when he had to go on his date with Livia later in the evening.Â
They nodded, and followed his command, walking back to sit on top of it. Their body was sitting in his direction though, observing, waiting for him. Coriolanus still felt unsure about them, but⌠it was strange, their obedience. It made him suspicious of its intent with all this. Trailing back to the center of the examination room, he placed all the tools on a metal tray. Pulling out an exam stool from under one of the tables, he set the syringe to the cap of its prescription. He pulled the plunger of the syringe up, watching as the barrel filled up with medicine, until it sat nicely. The needle left smoothly from the cap, and a drop of the liquid dangled at the edge of it. This form of silence he liked far more better.Â
â...Do you have family, Dr. Snow?âÂ
So close. Coriolanus flicked the needle harshly, the drop hitting somewhere else. He placed the ready syringe down, and picked up the black marker. Turning back towards them, their head rested in their palms, watching him intensely.Â
âThatâs none of your concern. Now please, remove your gown so we can get started on the examination.â Grabbing the stool to pull it underneath him, he got comfortable in the seat while it moved to get up. As their hands reached behind them to undo the tie around their waist first, it still spoke ( much to his chagrin ).Â
âI was just wondering since Dr. Gaul usually talks whenever she comes to visit.â That explained why their throat was not as hoarse as he was expecting. Dr. Gaul was treating her trials with them as a morning brunch. âShe sometimes talks about her day, or talks about her family.â They loosened the tie around their waist, the fabric more flowy around their lower body. Coriolanus stared intently, taking in the first peek of skin. Looking past the scars, despite the stitches pulling at parts of their skin, and the dented scars, their skin looked soft, malleable. They mustâve been popular on weekend nights, back then. Their hands reached up to undo the tie around their collar. Rather than watching him while he worked, it was his turn to watch them. There was that beauty mark on their left acromial. Eyes leisurely trailed back up to their fingers, the smallest note with how it fumbled around behind them to untie the flimsy string. Their movements were clumsy, in his eyes, which almost surprised him. âShe likes to talk about her three kids often.â
Coriolanus looked away from their stitched fingers, confusion on his face.Â
âDr. Gaul only has two kids.â Heâs seen the photos she has in her office. She has two sons, both who have gone on to have families of their own. Not once has she mentioned a third kid, Coriolanus isnât even sure it was possible at her age. Didnât menopause usually affect a personâs chances of getting pregnant? Maybe it was a secret child she had abandoned at the maternal ward while dropping off her resignation as an obstetrician.Â
âNo, she has three. She told me their names: Caius, Martius, and Coriolanus.âÂ
Oh.Â
Oh, now thatâsâŚÂ
âI see. You must be closer to Dr. Gaul than I am.âÂ
He didnât know what to really say to that. There was really nothing for him to go and argue about, especially with the patient. Coriolanus couldnât quite outright say that the third child was him, especially when he specifically told them to refer to him by his last name. And if he revealed that this was an entire lie on Dr. Gaulâs end, he wasnât quite sure how the woman would react for doing so. It wasnât his place, when he had no idea what Gaul had wanted to achieve. He understood the physical punishment and hypothesis being put upon Project Prometheus, but he had yet to understand where the emotional, and the mental, aspect of this punishment was. Dr. Gaul will tell him if it was needed, or heâll figure it out based on his own conclusions. That must be one of the purposes Dr. Gaul had assigned this task to him.Â
âAlright. Iâm done.â
Coriolanus blinked. He didnât even realize he lost focus on them, he let out a small exhale as he lifted himself from the exam stool, marker ready in hand.Â
âRight, for the next step of this exam, I need toâŚâÂ
Words trailed off for him.Â
What an entirely different view it was, from before, looking at them only from the back. From behind, it was just read to him as a large canvas of skin that had already been stained and painted on. Nothing that gave way to what person under the flesh could be. Yet, the front⌠There was more to regard and take note of, a far more different feeling than just having viewed from the photos alone in the reports. If he were to ignore the marks left on their body, had they stayed perfect from before, he couldâve made the argument about their body being more alluring than the average Capital citizen. That familiar, dry feeling touched his throat again. What a waste, for genes like that to be wasted on a rebel. There were more beauty marks and moles in the front, along with more stitches and scars. Coriolanus could see the surgical scars that were healing between their pectoralis major area. A curiosity rose, questioning how scarred tissue would feel under his gloves. He raised an eyebrow, as his gaze dared to move to a lower section on their body. Must be for easier mapping, that Dr. Gaul decided it was best to have their pubic area shaved clean.
â...Dr. Snow, are you okay?â
His tongue darted out to lick his dry lips under the surgical mask.Â
âFine, just thinking about Dr. Gaulâs instructions.â He was going to go insane before he could even head to the fundraiser tonight. Coriolanus reached his free hand out, hovering it over their shoulder area, guiding them to stand closer to the area between the exam table, and his stool. He took note, that despite the way their body has changed since their captivity, their body still held a warmth that radiated off from their skin. âStand here, please. For this next step, Iâll be using this marker here to map out the different muscles and areas on your body. Are you familiar with this?â
The subject nodded, a yes from their lips.Â
Good.Â
The sound of the marker cap popping off filled in the lack of words on Coriolanusâs part, the black cap falling on the tiled floor and rolling off to a dark, distant corner of the room. âFor today, weâll only be focusing on the external pain chart. Meaning skin surface only,â He lifted the subjectâs hair, pushing up against the subjectâs head, strands that were long enough to block full access to the neck. Bringing the marker up, he pressed down the chiseled tip of alcoholic ink on the subjectâs skin, making the first section of dotted lines. Writing on their skin in careful, small letters, the areas that compromised their neck; the semispinalis capitis, the levator scapulae, the rhomboid minorâ
âHow long have you worked for Dr. Gaul?â
Fingers nearly stumbled in drawing when the muscle stretched in movement, he lifted the marker carefully away from its skin. The idea of putting in Gaulâs suggestion box the order of a mouth gag was becoming all the more tempting to him.Â
âIt doesnât concern you.â Coriolanus responded, coolly.Â
He pressed the marker back down on its skin, moving himself to the anterior of its body. Between his gloved fingers, he held their chin. The muscle limp in his hands, letting him lift their chin up to show more, exposing the unfolded expanse of their skin. The project was an annoying one, but at the least,they were a pliant one. The black dotted lines drew itself across the subjectâs body: the sternocleidomastoid, the sternohyoidâ
âHow has your day been so far, Dr. Snow?â
Would Dr. Gaul throw him to the curb if he strangled one of her projects?
Coriolanus lifted himself slightly from his leaned down angle, his fingers that once lifted its chin up, had pulled their chin back down to look at him eye to eye. Its gaze stared back at him with such emptiness, a lack of anything to be seen, no anger, no defiance, no discomfort, not even joy. His eyebrows narrowed down slightly as he took in the face that held no question to how, and what, manner he held their body in. Were they trying to please him? Make his guard drop down by asking questions, hoping that heâd become more sympathetic towards them?Â
âDr. Gaul isnât here. You are under no requirement to attempt conversations like youâve done with her.â He spoke, trying his best attempt at sounding sympathetic to their ears. That would be the easiest explanation. The soul of them was sucked out by Dr. Gaul forcing them into an illusion of a grotesque socialite. Thatâd explain away the projectâs incessant speaking.Â
Yet, the subject had tilted their head under his fingers. The slightest push against his grasp.Â
â... Do you not like talking, Dr. Snow? Dr. Gaul always looks so happy when sheâs talking.â
So they were trying to suck up to him. He locked his teeth. And to think, he was giving them a chance of redemption, by assuming that they had been conditioned to engage in meaningless conversation. Maybe he was wrong about their obedience. There was still a spark of a rebel within them regardless of their time, their experiences, in captivity.Â
âI only ever see Dr. Gaul, so I got excited to see someone new. Iâm sorry for upsetting you,â
They couldâve fooled him with that tone of voice. They sounded as dead as their eyes had looked. Yet, Coriolanus bit his bottom lip as the doubt touched his head; the subjectâs stare, if he gazed deeply enough he felt as if he could almost make out a sullenness to them. Were they legitimately apologetic? He didnât want to even know the answer, he just wanted to finish this job as quickly as possible. He let go of their chin, releasing it. Gloved fingers now traced the space between their shoulder and collarbone, the subject angling their neck to the other side to give him room. He brought the marker back down to their skin, more dotted lines appearing under his wake.Â
â... What exactly is your relationship to Dr. Gaul, if I may ask?â He hated them, he decided. He hated how quickly they managed to rope him into this dumb small talk. It was almost audible, the sound of the subject blinking, feeling their gaze boring under the layers of his clothes. Did he say the wrong thing? Did they not want conversation? He adjusted the weight of his stance, uncomfortable under the silence the subject had unwillingly placed him in. Was he not doing what they wanted, was that not enough for them?
âDr. Gaul isâŚâ Their words trailed off. They were trying to find the words, unsure of what to say to him. They most likely didnât want to try and insult her, considering her assistant was in the room with them. They donât want to risk possibly earning more punishment. Project Prometheus may have been smarter than what he initially assumed. Coriolanus moved back to the posterior, hands trailed themselves across the subjectâs shoulders, feeling, to remind him of the muscle underneath before he marked it down. Trapezius.Â
âDr. Gaul is my caretaker, I think.âÂ
Well isnât that something unique.Â
If the subject had decided to say captor, overseer, punisher, he wouldnât have cared. It wouldâve been honest. Caretaker? That was something different, that was something sympathetic. The thought of them turning this twisted dynamic into something heartfelt, fell sour on his tongue. It made him feel repulsion towards them. Why bother to lie? âTell me about that.â His voice was soft, inviting the project to open themselves to him. As the marker continued to mark their skin, Coriolanus took one of its arms under his hand. The subjectâs fingers twitched slightly, when he brought his hand under theirs. Their hand was not that big in comparison to his own, unable to fully fill out of his palm. The fingertips were usually the more sensitive parts, when it came to sensations. He hummed. Adductor pollicis.Â
â...Iâm not sure how to describe it well.â They sounded unsure. Spending this extended amount of time with them, Coriolanus could make out the slight tonal differences they had in their voice. It was very small, though. The muscles in his hands seem to slightly tense.
âDo your best for me.âÂ
Their fingertips, the slightly yellowed nails, tapped slightly at the latex material of his gloves. Almost as if fidgeting to gather the words, the right ones, to say to him.Â
âDr. Gaul has always been⌠someone there, I suppose.â Because she has to. âThe guards are there too, but they donât really notice me in the way Dr. Gaul does.â He wrote down on another part of the subjectâs arm, drawing another dotted line. Brachioradialis. âEven though the tests kind of hurt, but Iâm getting used to it now, sheâs been the only one so far to give me a name, a birthday, check up on me, tell me about her day,â He was almost impressed at how their were trying to upsell the ânormalcyâ of their captivity. A new name and birthday? Maybe the secret third child of Dr. Gaul wasnât him, but actually them instead. He almost laughed aloud at the prospect of it. Coriolanus turns to the other side of their body, taking the other arm of the subject to write on after finishing the other. Biceps brachii. âThatâs like a caretaker, right?â And now it was asking for his confirmation? It truly does want to appease him. He let out another hum, as if he was thinking to himself when he was going to go along with their delusions. âIt sounds like Dr. Gaul cares a great deal for you.â He lied to them.Â
Making his back to the anterior of the subjectâs body, he stood in front of them, the subject tilting their head up to him. Project Prometheus was shorter, in comparison to him, standing at eye level against his chest. Latex touched the area of the linea alba, Coriolanus kept his gaze steady on them and they did the same. There was a silence that fell between them, but it felt so uninviting to him now that he finally had it. The subject still held their indifference, their apathy, and he wanted to know why it bothered him so much when he should like how easy of a prisoner they were being. No, there had to be something more. There was always something more. His fingers dragged down their skin, and his marker followed behind, writing down the names of the muscles he touched. The subject had moved their arms, and Coriolanus tensed for a second, thinking they were finally going to react, going to grab him, hit him, something â yet, their arms shifted away from the angle of his body, moving in to hold the muscles of the pectoralis major up in their hands, cupping them. They were making more room for him to write on their upper abdomen.Â
Coriolanus loathed them.Â
Had he had half the control, he wouldâve smacked the stitched hands away. He liked it far more when they acted like a ragdoll, instead of this game of pacification it was trying to play. Writing down on the external oblique aponeurosis, he brought his hands back up their skin until it rested under their wrists. He held both their wrists on either hand. âPlease, bring your hands down so I can continue mapping.â The words came out more as a whisper than he had intended. They instantly had listened to his command, letting their arms fall back on either side and their chest exposed to him. His eyes lingered briefly on the sight, taking in the small details that made the subject unique. The beauty mark on their left mammary gland, now in his line of sight. No longer blocked by the limit of only just a photo. There was that dry feeling in his mouth again.Â
Carefully, bringing a hand up, gauging their reaction, he held one of the mammary glands in his free hand and a marker up in the other. Judging their face, they seemed neutral, no frown or smile, no wrinkle, no squint. He could assume there must have been discomfort under those dark pits for eyes. He knew thatâs what he felt, doing this right now. Coriolanus wondered if it would have been better or worse, if Project Prometheus were to be more⌠reactionary.Â
âLet me know if anything bothers you.â Dotted lines followed after his hand. Heâd take it, the laborious small talk. It was much more preferred right now than this tortuous silence that had fallen between them. Thick and constricting, had it gone on any longer, Coriolanus knew he would drive himself internally insane if he was to be left alone to his own thoughts. If Project Prometheus had done nothing while he was holding onto their very own breasts in his hands. Had it been any other person, they wouldâve squirmed under his touch. Possibly even a twitch to unconsciously move away, as the marker moved against the skin of the areola. The mapping of the right gland was dotted and marked completely.Â
âYou donât bother me.âÂ
Now, that felt deliberate.Â
Ink halted, stopping after writing out the final letter of the pectoralis minor. The words were written next to the beauty mark he had noted before. Coriolanus was tempted to make dotted lines around the area, as a place of special interest, though marks like these were no major muscle or nerve. Blue eyes had looked up through thick lashes, he slightly lifted his craned head up to get a better look at the subject. Peering towards their face, he didnât know why he expected anything different. It was the same look of disinterest, the broken lights hung above them casted a haunting shadow over their face. Did he also look similar, when they stared back at him? In certain angles, despite the unnerving look the room had given them, Coriolanus mightâve thought their eyes seemed naturally soft towards him. Innocent, maybe.Â
Did they see nothing wrong with what he was doing? ⌠Or had all the tests and operations ruined not just their nerves, but fried them, that their sense of danger seemed near non-existent?Â
Was this another form of appeasement that it was trying to pull on him?Â
Unconsciously, his hands had released themselves, finally, from holding onto Projectâs Prometheusâs breasts. Both now marked, his free hand slid down the expanse of their abdomen. The ridges and bumps of their scars and stitches were felt briefly, the full grasp of the sensation blocked by the barrier of latex rubber wrapped around his fingers. Not once did he look away from the subject as his hands made its way down, and neither did Project Prometheus. His hand stopped at the tensor fasciae latae. Something was wrapping itself around the cavity of his chest, making the activity of breathing a difficult feat for him to do. Coriolanus didnât know what he was doing. Was he trying to garner a bigger reaction from it? An attempt of possibly stirring violence, even?Â
Maybe it was delaying his own discomfort, he realized. Looking down, he stared to see the spread of skin below that had no splotches of black ink. They were shorter than him, heâd have to get down on his knees if he wanted to have clear and easy access to mark its legs. How humiliating⌠Having risen up through the ranks and bringing the Snow family back to its rightful place of acclaim and fortune; only to fall back down on his knees to a prisoner, a former rebel. If the other families caught wind of this, heâd never hear the end of it.Â
Reluctantly, still holding onto their hip, his body moved itself to the floor. Knees touched against the uneven grout of the tiles, the position a bit awkward. He was thankful, for the surgical gown he wore, that the vile floor of the examination room wouldnât stain against his clothes. Tracing his hand down to the stitch mark path of their leg, he rested it at the back of their thigh. Coriolanus tilted his head up, ready to command that Project Prometheus moved their leg more towards him. But, his words fell into a silent, held breath as he gazed up at them from his position. The shadow that had cascaded over their face briefly from before was now entirely enveloped around their body. Sickly green fluorescent lights shone above their head, akin to a haloing effect. Illuminated around the edges of their body, their hair, the subject still looking at him. Only him, and nothing else. A thrumming noise was loud in his ears; it felt dangerous. It felt like a warning that something was wrong here. He had felt it before.
Project Prometheus moved its leg forward, more into him, without a word ever spoken between the two of them. How pliant it was with him.Â
He pressed the marker against their skin as thank you, dipping his head back down to their thigh. It would be risky, if he lost focus. There was still so much he had yet to know of the subject, the layers that were contained behind the flimsy shield of flesh and tissue. He dotted the area of the vastus medialis, careful not to press the ink against the subjectâs stitches so as not to irritate the healing skin there. Maybe its attempts of appeasement were working on him. Not once did he think heâd have a shred of enough care to think about the possibility of ink seeping into their wounds.Â
He marked down the region of the knee. Patella.Â
â...Youâre a very gentle person, Dr. Snow.â The subject spoke quietly, in a whisper just loud for him to hear. âYou treat me so carefully, I barely feel a thing when you hold me.âÂ
It mistook his lightweight hands for kindness. Reality was that he was just wary about setting them off.Â
âDoes Dr. Gaul not treat you in the same manner?â The words came out softly from him. Reaching now the ankle of the subject, gloved hands reached down underneath the sole of its foot, lifting it up for better writing access. Instinctively, Project Prometheus placed their hands on either side of his shoulders so as to not fall. Their body leaned itself more into him, using him as a steady weight of support. The proximity of their small body bent over his, the glare of the fluorescent lights was entirely swallowed up, casting a dark shadow over him, blocking the light from reaching him. Could they feel, under their ragged fingers, the tenseness in his body at their action? If the subject wanted to, they could easily go in to attack him in this vulnerable position. Heâd do the same if he was in their position. He continued to write, marker steady in hand. There would be no satisfaction to be gained for the subject, in seeing him stumble and cower.Â
He wrote the words âabductor hallucisâ on their foot.
âShe⌠does not treat me rough, no. If I had to describe it, I think the word for it is more⌠âinanimateâ.â He doesnât quite recall if a new law was passed that required captors to treat prisoners humanely. It sounded as if it was trying to recall certain words again. Should the exam go entirely smoothly with no problems, he might feel generous enough to convince Dr. Gaul to bring Project Prometheus a dictionary for them to study up on. Not like it would do much. It wasnât like they had anyone to really practice their knowledge on.Â
Coriolanus wondered what the prisoner was exactly before all this, back when they were formerly Capital. They lacked the air of dignity and ignorance that most Capital elites donned well, but maybe that could be attributed to their decay while staying here. Or perhaps the prisoner had come from a small, simple family. The kind that handled all the manual labor that the Capital never liked to speak loud about. The workers who were hardly ever seen, or acknowledged. That could explain why he never heard any recent fuss over a familyâs child being âsent awayâ. No one would ever care for a background prop.Â
It held onto his shoulders more tightly, as he adjusted the subjectâs position. It didnât want to topple over him.Â
Project Prometheus's right foot now marked accordingly, he placed its foot back down on the rotten floor. Ready to reach his hand to hold onto their left, the subject moved without the need for his touch. The left leg was gestured forward for him. How sweet of them to realize a pattern. âI donât mind it, though. As long as she still talked to me.â How fascinating. The subject was pacified by the easy act of conversation. Such a simple thing to be pleased by, Coriolanus could think they were joking. Regardless of how things were going so far, he still didnât forget it. The bloodstains on the halls was something he could not erase so easily. That suggested, no, it told him, that Project Prometheus had something up their sleeve still. Though, nothing had occurred. Nothing had happened because they were still speaking to each other. Coriolanus continued to write on its foot. Lumbrical.
â...Do you get upset if she doesnât speak to you?âÂ
He couldnât help but ask.Â
He wanted to know. He needed to know.Â
â...I get lonely, and sad.â Was it trying to downplay its emotional reactions to him? âI wonder if it's because I did something wrong to upset her.â If a prisoner of his tried to fight back numerous times during their captivity, heâd get annoyed too. It was strange, though. Coriolanus knew that morals and values were of no concern for Dr. Gaul, especially against rebels. Any torture, punishment, placed on them was not seen as being done onto another person, but just another animal, a specimen in her collection. It would not be above Dr. Gaul to cut off a limb, or two, to get a prisoner to stop fighting. So⌠why not do the same here? Perhaps, this form of mental and emotional punishment was more lethal than he assumed. Another curious test from the mad woman, it was impossible to ever understand her whims.Â
âSometimes, I think it might be one of her tests.â
Coriolanus didnât say those words.Â
He didnât like this. Such a statement, spoken so simply, brought him a sick swirl of unease.Â
The movement of ink had halted, yet his mind continued to race. The thin hairs at the back of his neck stood at its ends, and he held tightly onto the marker in his hand. Quietly, carefully, he placed the plantar surface of Project Prometheusâs foot back down on the uneven tiles below the both of them. Reaching his hands up to his shoulders, where the subjectâs extensor retinaculum were, he held onto it firmly. The subject put up no sign of objection. Sweat was slowly building up under the tight material of the gloves he donned on, but it was not a sweltering warmth. It was a cold, clammy sensation.Â
âWhat do you mean by âone of her testsâ?â Punctuating the words at the end, he kept his tone inquisitive, curious. Perhaps, a dabble of suspicion. Not towards the subject, but more towards the matter. What was needed in this situation was caution, and heâd be a gutted fool if he was to let the rebel become aware of how much the question startled him to his core. For right now, heâd play the gentle, confused assistant that it assumed of him before. He already told the lie of it knowing Dr. Gaul better than he did.Â
âHer tests,âÂ
It spoke as if he knew! He knew very well what it was. What once was a flash of fear, had become a steady stream of anger. He knew because he is Dr. Gaulâs assistant. It was his job to follow in the steps sheâs placed out for him, and more. Why would a prisoner, a subject, know about the ways Dr. Gaul operated? How much does Dr. Gaul tell it in these âconversationsâ?Â
It made him sick, that the lie he told before could actually become true.Â
âI never notice it until itâs done, until she tells me at the end. She never shares the results with me.â For once, he is tempted to strip his pride and beg for more details. âMost days, itâll be physical tests, like today. Others, itâs more⌠talking, or writing.âÂ
âWriting?âÂ
It came out quickly before he could properly think his words over. He doesnât recall seeing possible writing exams in Subject A01âs report. To be fair to himself, he did skim it briefly since he was only just now introduced to the project. There wasnât much time for him to familiarize himself with all the tiny details written inside. At least, the things that were legible.Â
âDr. Gaul hands me scraps of paper and just asks me to write what I think. Like uh, a journalâŚI guess.â Keeping a diary couldnât be the only test Dr. Gaul was having it do. If writing random streams of thought was enough to be intellectually challenging, he wouldnât be seeing students at the University fighting to win passing grades. âI donât understand the reason why, and I never remember what I write. My memory is not the best.â It was giving him an excuse to try and shift the conversation. How funny it was, trying to take control of the situation. Heâd never let such a thing happen. In this examination room, there was only one person and a subject, the dynamic that was at play was clear. The grip Coriolanus had on their extensor retinaculum tightened, an unconscious movement on his part. Project Prometheus had taken in a soft breath of air at the action, the sound loud enough between the both of them. Had it not come from a prisoner, what a sweet sound it couldâve been.Â
âCould you explain it to me,â His voice came out softly, despite the gnawing irritation that he held back. The tight grasp he had loosened, one hand stroking down a careful thumb down the stitched wrist of the subject in gentle circles. He shifted in his kneeled position, adjusting to a more comfortable weight as the layers he wore started to wear at him, an uncomfortable shift. Wearing the surgical uniform could be sweltering. Tilting his head up slightly to gaze up at the subject, praying that his eyes did not betray and reveal his inner thoughts. âTry to remember.âÂ
Coriolanus couldâve sworn he saw a slight falter, a tremble, in the dark optics of Project Prometheus. Its supercilium furrowed just the slightest inch upwards; did it look apologetic? The first visible change of expression heâs witnessed in the time heâs spent here in this examination room, and itâs one of regret. The subjectâs fingers twisted itself into the fabric of his surgical gown, opening its mouth partially as they sought the right sound, the right word. He could make out the faint peeks of its canines.Â
â... Iâm sorry, Dr. Snow. I canât remember at all,â They breathed out, in admission, surrendering. It treated it as a guilty confession.Â
âNot a thing?â He whispered softly to them, prompting them to speak more. Coriolanus applauded himself internally, for how sympathetic he sounded.Â
The subject shook its head.Â
âMy memory is not good.â Again, it reaffirmed its previous statement.Â
Was his question that hard? Surely, specks of small details, flashes of imagery, that would be sufficient enough of an answer for him. He wasnât asking for a full essay of their inner workings ( though, he wouldnât mind it ). However, as both their eyes continued locked in a stare, his thumb slowed its movements. The leathered finger stopping at the center junction of its stitches, the feel of the raised, textured skin apparent under the feel of the material. Project Prometheus was being sincere. Its face hadnât changed, its body had not moved away from him. Dare he say, the minimal space between them; something he did not mind earlier before, had become much more apparent in his feverish mind. The subject answered him so honestly, it made his suspicions of before seem so ridiculous now. One thing did nag at him though, the writing, the insistence of journaling, the memory.Â
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â... Do you remember how long youâve been here?â Two years ago, Coriolanus recalled. Two years ago, that was when he was abandoned in District 12. When Dr. Gaul had started the experiment on Subject A01, busying herself with curiosities while he was drowning himself in depravities and vices, waiting out like a dog for some form of mercy to reach him.Â
A new, tense silence consumed them both. He watched the subject carefully, taking note of the slightest movement that could give any indication of anything more. Tracing with his eyes, following how Project Prometheusâs cuspid snagged at their chapped bottom lip. A faint flush of red spread across the muscle, from the pressure exerted on it. Unconsciously, it reminded him of how dry his own mouth felt, the hoarse sensation in his throat. He darted out his own tongue for a brief moment to wet his own mouth, hidden underneath the surgical mask he wore. Nothing was being said between them, but yet there was so much being told. A fierce feeling was soaring, running through the veins of Coriolanus; he knew what it meant and he feared for it. Not for what the answer could be, but what it possibly could bring up.Â
âYou donât remember how you got it here at all, do you?â His voice was so hushed, spoken as if taboo. It gave him the same feeling of it, the rush as the blood was entering his head and his heartbeat loud in his ears.Â
A form of dissociative amnesia.Â
Project Prometheus had developed gaps in memory due to an extended amount of isolation and exposure to severe trauma. It all clicked in Coriolanusâs head. He understood now what Dr. Gaul was attempting to achieve in her games with the subject. The tests, the daily conversations, the journal writing â Dr. Gaul was examining the subjectâs mental decay as part of the Projectâs ongoing research. Not only has the woman deteriorated and changed the way the prisonerâs nerves had worked, but their mind as well. Is continuing the Project even viable to do anymore? It was a form of punishment. Would it be ethical to operate on a being of flesh, when the subject no longer knew what it was being punished for? The question would most likely give Dr. Gaul a kick of joy. She loved to ponder questions worthy of debate. Coriolanus wouldnât put it past the woman if she already gave the inquiry out to one of her classes in a lecture hall.Â
âI vaguely do,âÂ
His eyebrows rose in interest.Â
âBut only in subtle feelings.âÂ
Nevermind.Â
âI think I experienced some form of confusion. And bits of anger, too. Dr. Gaul⌠For a moment, I used to be so scared of her. Now, I canât even remember the reason why.âÂ
Project Prometheusâs indifference, Coriolanus realized, it was not just solely based on apathy. What had become of it was a blank state, unsure of how to process things so the mind refused to process it all. But, it was still something highly susceptible to influences, shown in how Project Prometheus had become conditioned like Pavolv Dog, to associate Dr. Gaulâs silence with anger and disappointment, and her socialness with satisfaction and joy. It all was dawning on him. He could see it now, why Dr. Gaul was so disturbingly fascinated by this project. Gloved hands moved away from the subjectâs wrist, and reached out to lay in gentle manner against the side of their bare thighs. The subject allowed him to, never raising a sign of objection. Could he teach it to experience anger once more, when he treated their body like this? Maybe discomfort, disgust, despair - he wanted to show their blank canvas of a mind what it felt like to fully immerse themselves in these ugly emotions. He knew why they were like this, but there still was a lingering crumb of vexation directed at the subject. Somehow, in their newfound state, they still felt far more free than he ever did; how they almost felt nothing, and he had to feel everything.Â
And yet, there was another thought that touched him. He wondered, if he spent enough time with the subject, could he too, be able to condition them to other things. They thought of him as merciful, kind, in comparison to Dr. Gaul. Could he make Project Prometheus worship him, and in the same quiet breaths they were fond of, resent him? The thought of making them accustomed to anticipating his attendance, and lamenting his absence sounded tempting.Â
How nice it would be, to have someone other than a deranged crone enjoy his presence.Â
Tigris certainly didnât anymore.Â
Coriolanus rose himself from the ground, gripping on the meat of Projectâs Prometheusâs flesh to lift him. Under his touch, the pliant stretch of skin and tissue made the subject remove their hands from his shoulders. Another faint breath escaped their exhale. It was a sound he was slowly getting used to. Back to their original height difference, he no longer had to crane his head up to look at the subject. The subject had to lift their head up to look up at him, now. What did Project Prometheus see, in their gaze as they stared at him, Coriolanus thought. Was he too, consumed in shadow and bathed under the gritty lights of the examination room like they once had?Â
âWeâre done with the mark-up.â It took him a moment to move away from the subject. âWeâll move to holding the nerve exam now, after I administer a low dosage of your medication.âÂ
The uncapped, black marker was placed back down on the metal tray, aside from the examination table. Replacing its empty space was now the syringe he had filled out before, the dark color swishing as he picked it up. The needle gleamed under the fluorescent light. Turning his back around, Project Prometheus had already sat themselves up nicely on the edge of the examination table for him. Their legs dangled off, their hands held at the edges of the worn-out leather cushion, eyes fixated on his person. They were waiting for him. Heâs almost bothered, how easily the subject could anticipate his next set of commands. He hoped that this was just due to routine, not because he had become easy to read. Coming up to meet them there, the only sound that filled the air was the sole of his shoes stepping against the tiles. Gloved fingers reached to grab at the jaw of Project Prometheus, the syringe held close to their face. It shone particularly brilliant, mere inches away from their face. The subject showed him no fear, no resistance, despite the way the skin of the cheeks had moved under his grasp.Â
Already, he wanted to break them.
âShow me where to inject you.âÂ
Heâd be sweet, Coriolanus would let them pick where it was most comfortable for him to inject the medication in. Project Prometheus complied immediately to him, holding on the hand that held their needle to adjust the position. They guided him to the back of their neck, moving their hair to make space. To reward their compliance, he pricked the syringe quickly under the skin, careful not to touch an artery or nerve. The dark liquid inside the barrel slowly filled out, emptying itself as he pushed the plunger down. The subject did not let out a sound, a favorable contrast to Livia, who waited for him outside these Citadel walls.Â
He was going to mold them into something useful.
#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosas#tbosas fic#thg series#thg fic#coriolanus snow#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus snow x reader#volumnia gaul#tw medical#medical horror#fanfic#.// ⥠basil's archive#. // ⥠rubatosis series#its insane how much i wrote for this first chapter lmao#its like 30 pages on google docs#i am obsessed with this man#i really wanted this chapter to be a focus of snow & reader building their dynamic and bond before we jump off the deep end#i am really excited to write the coming chapters
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